#vi had a reaction and i also had a reaction

[bpdanakins]

you, a coward: jinx is a terrorist me, a god: she's allowed to have a little murder, actually. as a treat.

[eydi-andrius]

Don't Get Sad, Get Even V

warnings: mention of injuries, threats, tags were not exhausted

aemond targaryen x wife!reader

summary: You and your House Dressed Up for Revenge.

a/n: thank you for the long wait. it took time for me to write this down. i had to cut the chapters into two, and this one will be the first part. i hope to finish this fic this march. thanks for reading!

Kindly reblog your comments if you can to help me share my stories to others. i appreciate every likes but i also do want more readers to read my works.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Epilogue

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Cold, glassy eyes stare at you whenever your mind is not occupied. It bothers your sleep and you know you’re pale as a ghost as the days pass by without news about the dissolution of your marriage. 

Meanwhile, worry etched on your servants faces the more they looked at you but you dismissed them and told them you were fine. And it was truly not that bad. Your pale face walking around the hallways gave you more power and pity to the servants. While the highborn lies to your face about feeling sorry for you but were waiting for the right moment to bite unto Aemond once your marriage was done. Not that you mind. The more he loses his power to you, the better.

And the living was the least of your concern whenever you see Alys staring in the corner of your room while you work. You see her green lifeless eyes staring into your soul. 

The problem doesn't lie to you seeing her. No. It was the truth that you can't tell. 

After what happened, the days seem to go on with normalcy. And you knew, they have hidden her death more than they had hidden his assault towards you. 

You would lie if you said it didn't kill you each night knowing that they were capable of hiding his murder, his sin. 

Then there came a news that Alys was sent back to Harrenhal as she requested to give birth there. 

No one questioned it, some tried to get a reaction from you but you were occupied in making sure that once you go back to your home, everything will be set. 

Your father will step down as the lord and it will be passed down to you. A plan that was strategized before he went back home. 

However, you need to plan ahead. You know you can't be unwed for too long. You only have one moon to make sure the power will be given to you, no questions. And find another suitable suitor as a husband. 

Someone who is capable but dependent. Or else what happened with your marriage will happen again. 

You were left in your own thoughts as you handled the parchments for the businesses and merchants who wanted access on the road with lesser taxes. And you can't help the disgust that you felt when one of them was a noble who was rich enough to let his children inherit all of his riches yet wanted the poor to handle the responsibility more than them. 

He even proposes that you marry one of his children who were notorious for abusing his wives and mistresses. The disrespect to offer marriage when the finality of the dissolution was not yet revealed. And the idea that you deserve just that because they think you will be lower now that you have been married once. 

Fools. 

Then an idea popped up inside your head to make this lord suffer. You immediately took your quill and wrote down a letter, when your door burst open with your Lady Knight breathing heavily and bathed in her own sweat. 

"My lady! It's here!" She raised the parchment on her hand and you stood up. 

You stride towards her, heart beating from anxiousness.

What if the same with Alys death, they'll be able to stop your marriage from ending. You know if that happens, your death will follow suit. 

With shaky hands, you rolled open the paper and your legs wobbled from what was written there. 

"My lady!" Your knight yelled out and immediately went to your aid. 

Tears slowly roll down your eyes as you continue reading the parchment. 

"My lady, please. I know it will be fine. We'll be here no matter what the decision was." Strained smile was plastered on her face as your lady knight reassured you. Giving you comfort as she realized that the written letter must have been the opposite of what you were expecting. 

Instead of telling her, you gave it to her so she can prepare by herself. 

You watched as her eyes followed the ink and saw her eyes slowly widening. She breathed deeply and looked at you. 

A yelp came out of your mouth when she suddenly let go of the paper and hugged you tightly. 

"I'm glad, my lady! You're finally going home!" She places her head on your shoulder and you feel her tears touch your skin.

Relieved, you hugged her back and cried with her the whole time.

You did not know how long you two have cried but once you let go of each other, Rikka came in with a confused look at first when she saw the two of you but then your knight nodded at her. 

You don't even need to tell her about it, she knew and she almost flew towards you and wrapped you with her arms. 

"Oh gods! I am so glad!" She squealed with delight. She immediately let go of you and stared at your tear stricken face again. 

"I believed that was not the real face of a woman who was able to outwit her husband. Come on! We must fix you! She told you as she practically dragged you out of your office and towards your room. 

Once seated in front of the vanity, you signaled for her to stop. 

"Give me the simplest dress you can find and make sure to style my hair as plain as you can." You ordered her as an idea struck you. 

She smiled at you and went to go do her duty. 

You looked at yourself and smiled at the tear stricken face staring back at you. A lady who had conquered a dragon and won.

You were not able to ruminate about your thoughts when your door flung open and a disheveled Alicient came into your view. 

"My daughter!" A gasp left your lips when you felt her warm arms wrapped you into a hug. You were a bit surprised about it at first but hugged her back when you realized what was happening.

"So you've found out?" You asked. 

"I did. The raven was sent to the King's Hand and I was with him when he received it." She shared as she looked at your face and wiped the remaining tears. 

"Hmmm." Was your only response as she looked you in the eye and sighs. 

"It must have been tough all those years. I came here not to antagonize you further but to thank you for being the best daughter in law I would have in this lifetime. Know that even after this, you are still like a daughter of mine." A tear was able to escape her eyes and you watched as her face was etched with sadness. You can feel how sincere she was and you decided to clasped your hands with hers, reassuring her that you did not blame her for whatever happened with you and her son. 

"And you are like a mother of mine too. I am grateful to be part of your family, even for a short period of time." You said with a smile at her. 

More tears fell down on her face and you can't help the sad smile you gave her as your hold tightens. 

"I know….. this must be selfish of me to ask….especially on how the treatment towards you will change after the dissolution was announced but may I request for you to stay until the tourney ends?" By this time, she removed your hold to her hands and she instead held yours. Her eyes twinkled with hope and you know deep within you that you can't say no to that. She had taken care of you and this wasn't much of a big deal if you stay longer as per her request. 

With a nod, you agreed and she gave you the brightest of smiles you ever saw her wear. And by that time you know you did the right thing. 

At least that's what you have thought until the announcement of the dissolution of your marriage. The nobles were not even subtle when they isolated you right away. Everyone stares at you and whispers whenever you are around. It was to be expected but you took it too lightly that you forgot how annoying it could be. 

A deep sigh of relief left you when you finally arrived at your destination. You have been ignoring this place to lessen the whispers you will hear but visiting here was the only wise decision you ever had as the garden that was gifted to you and your husband was ignored by everyone on the Red Keep like a plague. 

"Please leave me be." You asked Lady Godwin when she was about to follow you at the center of the garden. 

"But my lady-" She protested but you shook your head. 

"I do want you to stay here at the entrance and leave me be. I will stay right there so you can see me even from afar." You reassured her and she frowned for a bit but then fixed herself and stood at the entrance. 

You gave her a smile, grateful, and you walked towards the flowers. You bit your lip and sighed once you were far away enough from her. Since what happened and the changes at the treatment of the court, your knight never left your side, not even for a moment.

Something you were grateful about but it slowly suffocates you as her presence adds to the tension you face everyday when you decided to stay for the Queen as she pleaded. 

A smile graced upon your lips when you came closer to the red Braavosi flower that was able to live here in the Red Keep even though it shouldn't have. It was just one flower planted in here but somehow it grew and has its own bushes now. A beautiful flower that symbolizes versatility. You're glad it was planted here. 

A rustle on your left made you step back from where you were standing. You frown when a man emerges from a turn that will lead to the center of the garden. The mysterious man was average in height compared to Aemond and he was shaking his head to remove the fallen leaves. From the way he moves his head, you were not able to recognize him but when he moved his arms on the side, his sigil revealed who he was. A flock of ravens surrounding a black shield charged with a dead weirwood, on a scarlet field; a Blackwood. 

When the man looked up, he almost stumbled backwards when he saw you staring at him. Meanwhile, even from afar, your lady knight was holding the hilt of her sword. 

"My lady!" With visible shame, he immediately bowed in front of you.

Willem Blackwood. The first person that came into your mind once you caught a glimpse of his face. They must have traveled early so they'll be able to attend and join the tourney and not just the feast.

You gave him a wry smile when he looked up again. His face was a bit red and his whole stance was screaming uncertainty and shame. 

"Apologies, my lady. I didn't mean to bother you from your stroll. I was walking around when I found myself lost in the field-". He was speaking fast trying to explain himself but you quieted his ramblings right away when you realized what must have happened. 

"I understand." 

"I'm glad you do, my lady." He replied with a look of relief washing over him. 

"No one in the Red Keep will be brave enough to visit here intentionally anyway. As this whole garden was a gift for me and my former husband by the King itself." You straightened and walked towards the closest flower. In the corner of your eye, you can see that his body went rigid. And the tension was back on him again. 

"I truly deeply apologize, my lady. If I had known, I would have been more careful walking around.-" 

"You should be. Vhagar is uncaged." You cut him off again and you noticed how he gulped when you mentioned and threatened him with the obvious dangers around that will bite him from his carelessness. 

You looked over Lady Godwin and nodded at her that everything was well. She nodded back and stood on her post. 

"So Lord Willem Blackwood, you must have arrived early to join the tourney noh?" You asked as you turned at him. 

His surprise face was apparent when you mentioned his name. Being a former wife of a prince and an heir, memorizing every important face in the realm was the simplest task you could do even while sleeping. Knowing their names, faces and houses was a power on itself.

"You knew me." He asked. A smile was plastered on his face for a second but was gone after he coughed and composed himself.

"You must be the one-eyed prince's wife. I mean — former wife." He said, certain of who you were. 

All the light was gone on your face when he mentioned your current status in King's Landing. A little more days to endure being called this way but this is getting old. 

Seeing how your face changed, he immediately spoke again and explained himself. 

"I didn't mean to offend you, my lady—". You looked him in the eye when he referred to you using your house's name. His face looks brighter now. As if something good happened to him while conversing with you. 

"Ah here! As an apology for that embarrassing display of my foolishness." He took something out of his pocket and seeing the blue petals of the flower you knew that he truly meant to apologize.

"That flower cannot thrive in our place, no matter how hard our family tries to grow one. I thought I'll bring it back home and dry it but I think your beauty deserves to hold such a precious flower." His whole demeanor changes. His timid action before was completely changed once he called you on your house's name. Your true identity. He offers the flower again when you stare at it. With no choice left, you accepted it. 

The smile that graced upon his face was something you're not familiar with. Usually, the twins or Helaena were the only ones who wore this, a pure and genuine toothed grin.

It did not take long for him to converse though, after sometime he excused himself as his family might have been looking for him now. But before he left, he confirmed if you will watch the tourney. When you said yes, he wasn't able to contain his happiness as he walked away with spring in his step.

"Your beauty truly knows no bounds, my lady." Lady Godwin teased you as you walked past her, intent on going back inside when the sun started setting down. 

"I was expecting this teasing from Rikka, not you." You said with an apathetic face. 

"Haha! Apologies, my lady. I can't help but wonder though. He seems familiar with you. Have you met him before?" 

He does, isn't he? 

However, before you can respond as you two take a turn to the castle, you've heard a familiar voice spoken to your right. 

"Smart girl." You turn towards the source of the voice and you can't help but blink from confusion as to why he was here. 

"My prince." You called him. His short silver hair was tied back as he leaned against the wall. His feet crossed at each other and his lilac eyes were looking at his ring before he looked up at you. He was wearing a black leather clothing, his sword, dark sister, strapped to his side. 

He raised his eyebrow and looked to your side. Your lip turned into a thin line as you understood what he meant. 

"Leave us be." Even though you hesitate to let your knight away from you, one look from Daemon sends shivers down your spine. He usually just ignores you as you were the wife of his nephew, to whom he did not favor the most. 

Yet, he was standing here. As if waiting for you.

When your knight did not move or follow right away, you looked at her and nodded. With a frown, she bowed and turned walking away from the two of you. You did not miss the way she looked back though. 

"First in the history of the Targaryen that a wife was able to leave her husband while still alive." He continued and you looked at him straight in the eye. You don't know what he needs from you. Since you had been betrothed to Aemond, Prince Dameon and Princess Rhaenyra barely talked to you. Not that you did not expect it, but your father has supported Viserys and Aemma, even before they were crowned so it must have been a shock when his only daughter was married to the son who called her children bastards. 

"May I know how I owe this pleasure to converse with you, Prince Daemon." You kept your face as apathetic as you can. However, you cannot help but grip your dress on the side as you felt the fear when he looked back at you. 

"Maybe you had married the wrong Targaryen." He replied and all the alarms you felt before started ringing inside your head. Until, sounds of footsteps behind him echoed throughout the hallway. You looked up from its source and immediately bowed your head when you saw Princess Rhaenyra walking towards you. 

"My love, I do believe that the lady wasn't interested in marrying a child, the same as I do when I was young." She smiled at you and you masked the fear that surfaced before she came, with a chuckle.

"I'm glad that I am able to meet you today, your grace." You told her as you placed your hands together in front of you. 

"It has been a while, isn't it? You were just a young thing when I first saw you and now, you have become a fine lady." She gave you a soft smile. Something you did not expect since she did not take your marriage well after knowing that her strongest supporter decided to marry one of the greens. Yet, she's here. Eyes full of sincerity. 

She stared at you for a while before speaking again.

"I've heard about it…… How he attacked you and how the bruises started the rallies on our doors. At first, I never believed it. I trust the Queen, Alicient, to raise her children not to hurt their wives. But then I realized that it wasn't her fault. Children grow and they decide for themselves." She paused. Eyes strayed in the garden. She gave a deep sigh before she continued. 

"You might be wondering why I approached you. I…….I felt betrayed when your marriage to my brother was announced. It took too long for me to forgive your father until I realized I never really did offer Jace's hand for marriage to your family. You are his only heir. As a father, he cares for you more than his allegiances to anyone. Something I…..I always wish my father would do for me when he announced me as his heir." A sad smile graced upon her lips as she looked back at you. You can't help but feel her sadness as you recalled how she was left to defend for herself when his father's lack of support made a fool out of his daughter. 

"I want what is best for everyone. I hope that the wall that separates us two will be forgotten. I know that you've suffered and I did not lend a hand but this is a start for something new. I offer my hand again and I will help you with your ambition this time. This is a promise between a daughter to a daughter. An heir to an heir." She squeezed your hands one last time before she bid farewell. Daemon's eyes linger for a while before he decides to follow Rhaenyra away from you.

The smile that graced your lips was gone the moment you confirmed that they were far away now to see your reaction. 

War is sure to happen once the king dies. More reason to strengthen your stronghold once the dragons decide to breathe their fire against each other. 

And this time, your house will not be a pawn or an ally. You'll take everything that you can get from them. They owe you and your father.

It took time for the plan to be put in place. And no amount of forgiveness can stop it from happening. 

Dragons have no interest in an iron throne nor politics. Yet, they depended their power too much on those beasts. Starting their own ruin.

How foolish. 

Everyone knows that swords melt when under fire.

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Your shoes loudly clack on the floor as you do your best to run as fast as you can to the seats near the arena. 

The nobles stared at you as you sat down beside your father with no grace, breathing heavily.

"Where have you been?" He calmly asked as he stared at your sweat ridden face. He gave you his handkerchief and you accepted it with a thank you.

"The twins wouldn't let me go. They keep on following me towards the arena so I have to secretly go here or carry them back towards their quarters. It was hard to win a battle against them. I feel like I was competing with our very own game of chase." You said as you carefully dabbed the soft cloth on your face. Instead of saying anything, he gave a low chuckle and shook his head.

"Children do grow so fast and they will outwit you many times. However, I told you to remove yourself from them. You are nothing but a stranger to them now. It is best to care less and move forward."

"I know." With a defeated sigh you replied and looked around. The crowd's excited chatter and howls caught your attention. They seem enthusiastic about whatever that happened in the game. Curious, you turn your question towards your father.

"What did I miss?" 

"You miss a lot……" He replied with a knowing grin plastered on his face. You frowned at that but still waited for him to continue.

"Your former husband joined the tourney today. Surprising isn't it?" He looked at the far side of the corner and in there you saw his familiar stance. His silver hair glints with the sunlight. He wore no helmet and eye patch, showing his familiar sapphire eye. He intends to intimidate more than he normally does. And you know that Aemond is a prince who was pitied by others but they choose not to cross his path for this very reason. He is calm, way too calm but you can feel the rage within. Or maybe it was because of the moons you've shared knowing each other, that's why you know by looking at him what he was feeling within. You wonder to whom this anger started though.

Aemond never participates in tourneys. He thinks of it as a waste of time. And you can't lie that you weren't surprised when your father mentioned him being part of this useless game, he used to claim.

"Who is he fighting against this round?" You tilted your head to the side and tried to find the unfortunate knight he would defeat and humiliate in front of this audience. 

Your eyes rounded with surprise as you saw Willem on the other side. You saw him gulp before he wore his helmet. His knight is talking to him, probably giving advice on how to defeat a brilliant prince with his sword. 

"Like what I've said, you missed a lot, my dear dove. This will be the last round. And I am surprised that Blackwood won. Perhaps inspiration keeps him going? Men love fighting for something other than the game" Your father asked curiously as he looked towards where Willem was standing.

As if sensing your stare, he suddenly looked behind and his eyes caught you. His former nervous stare and stance immediately changed and his demeanor much more enthusiastic. He smiled and waved at you.

In return, you gave a polite smile and nodded. You keep yourself from rolling your eyes when you feel your father's curious stare directed at you.

"Ah. I will not blame him." 

"Father!" You scolded him.

"I will also do my best to be noticed by the most beautiful lady residing in the Red Keep."

"You're just saying that because I am your daughter."

"I am saying this because I know. Do you know how many parchments I received after you announced the dissolution of your marriage?" He continued.

"We all know they want our land and power, not me." You replied with a serious voice despite the light air of teasing from your father.

"I am talking about your beauty not men's foolishness, my dear dove." You can't help the chuckle that left you when you hear your father's disappointed tone.

A sound of horn, signaling the start of the fight, stopped your little banter with your father. Booming cheers rang to the air as the last contenders' house names were announced. Especially when it was the prince's turn. The sound was deafening and even some of the nobles joined the shouts. Everyone seems so excited to finally see the elusive but known as gifted prince joining the tourney. Yet, you can't help but feel worried as to what was his reason to win this time.

The fight, if you can describe it in one word, was brutal. No, maybe the right word would be savage.

Willem had no chance with the prince's skills in the first place. It's true that he did slice his face but it was no match with Blackwood's injury. 

Aemond took his time by slicing him up. Wounding him slowly until he got the reaction he wanted and decided to break his enemy's balance by slicing his knee. Everyone saw it and was stunned for a second until the crowd roared, announcing his victory. And Willem stayed on the dusted floor of the arena as his people nursed him away and treated his wound immediately. 

With a gasp, you stood up and was ready to check on him when your name was called from below the seat. 

Your body went rigid, even the crowd stopped their shouts. All the noble's eyes directed at you. And everyone was waiting for your response. 

"Again, I ask for my former wife's favor. A parting gift after years of being married, don't you think?" With lips on a thin line, you walked slowly towards the band of flowers. You did your best to smile and not destroy what you're holding as you stepped forward and walked in front of where he was. He raised his sword and with a gritted smile, you bestowed him your favor. 

"May the gods favor you as a gift for your first victory in a tourney." You bend forward and gracefully let go of the flower and he catches it skillfully. You end the interaction with a smile and it is good that everyone seems to forget what happened as they continue to praise the one-eyed prince with his victory after the silent tension.

However, you will never forget the way his lilac and sapphire eye glints as his stare took longer than it should be. 

It was full of something, akin to an unknown promise.

But you still hope it was nothing but one last hopeless threat for the humiliation he went through.

One last farewell and you prayed that your paths will never cross again after this.

Except, when the greens decide to usurp the throne. You will be there and watch their ruin.

[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part VI

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a/n: I’m quite glad because I finally have this story almost done! As of now I’m estimating 5 to 7 more chapters left so that’s exciting! anyway let’s get on with the story! (Also for those wondering yes I’m also working on requests from my latest post)

a shift back to the original perspective

“I can’t deal with this any longer Lucifer it’s like torture!” Asmo cried, as he leaned onto his older brother’s shoulder.

“Asmodeus get off of me and pull yourself together” Lucifer sighed.

“But-“

“Enough” the eldest said, raising his voice.

Asmo was taken back a bit at his brother's harsh tone but nonetheless went back to moping. He couldn’t really blame Lucifer because everyone was on edge due to Mc’s harsh behavior. Well everyone except the residents in Purgatory Hall. They were constantly visited by Mc which caused inevitable tension between them and the brothers.

However what no one could figure out was how this drastic change in personality came to be. After all Mc was perfectly fine at the beginning of the week, everything was fine at the beginning of the week.

Well everyone guessed the old saying was true, you don’t know what you have until you lose it. And they sure as hell were upset about losing your personality.

It started off with them believing you had a bad dream of sorts, however when you returned after your stay at Purgatory Hall still upset at them, the brothers racked their brains trying to figure out what they did to make you so upset.

However when they confronted you about the issue you laughed in their faces. Saying something along the lines of “If you seriously don’t know what’s wrong then why waste your breath taking to me, go make yourself useful and bother someone else”

The reaction they got was unexpected to say the least and you hadn’t planned on opening up anytime soon so the brothers went to their last resort. They all had asked Solomon to do a bit of investigating for them as a favor of sorts; of course they would have asked the prince or his butler but as of late you wanted nothing to do with them.

Diavolo felt hurt by this fact because you were his exchange student and at the end of the day it was his job to make sure you were comfortable down here. And if he couldn’t even do that then what was the purpose of this program. So he too went to Solomon asking for a favor, even for a second Simeon had crossed his mind too, but he decided against it.

So with everything set in motion the angels and sorcerer decided to invite you over to try a new batch of tea Simeon received from the Celestial Realm after classes had finished. They were also able to get Luke a private lesson with Barbatos to ensure he didn’t get caught up in drama. The younger angel knew something was up with you however he humored the other two because he wanted you to get back to normal, plus it gave him time to perfect a new recipe.

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You and Solomon had finished up your last minute studying for the day and were currently on your way to Purgatory Hall to meet Simeon for tea.

As small talk was made you decided to bring up a question that had been plaguing you for a few days.

“Solomon, I have a question to ask,” you said, facing the sorcerer in question.

“What is it?” He replied, curious to know what you would bring up.

“How many demons do I have a pact with?”

The question took Solomon by surprise and he gave you a concerned look. After all he hardly remembered each of his 72 pacts, but for you to ask such a question when you only had seven was a bit well…concerning.

“You have 7 Mc, one with each of the brothers. Why do you ask?”

“Hmm oh no reason” you responded.

It’s as you thought, this was either the future, a dream, or something else entirely different. After all the current you wouldn’t have a bunch of pictures of those demons on your wall. And last time you checked there were two extra pact marks that weren’t previously there, both bearing different symbols you weren’t familiar with. So it had to belong to Lucifer and Belphegor.

It was a bit odd really, because you had known the brothers to be clingy but now they were just going overboard with their affection and concerns. But in all honesty it was hilarious to you that they didn’t understand why you were mad at them, since you remembered to remind them everyday. No matter though it wouldn’t be long before you blew up on them anyway.

“Are you okay Mc?” Solomon asked, nudging you a bit with his arm.

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry I guess I just spaced out a bit”

“Well it’s fine, since we’re already here”

“Oh I guess you’re right,” you laughed.

“Hey you two! The tea just finished so why don’t you have a seat, I’ll grab some cookies too” Simeon said, opening the door to greet you both.

You and Solomon smiled and headed towards the couch in the middle of the living room. Once the two of you got settled Simeon joined you with the tea and refreshments he promised.

So far everything was going well, the two thought. You were always comfortable around them so they never really struggled to get you to talk or open up about any problems. You were currently talking about your day when you had made a snarky comment about one of the brothers then continued on with your story.

Solomon thought now would be a good time to question you since you were the one to bring up the demons. He looked towards Simeon for a reassuring answer and the latter nodded in agreement.

“So Mc what’s the deal with you and the brothers lately? Well actually what did those demons do to upset you this much” Solomon asked, laughing just a bit.

You cocked your eyebrow at his statement and narrowed your eyes the slightest before responding. “I’m still upset for the same reason I’ve always been, nothing has changed except for the fact they refuse to leave me alone now”

“The same reason? What have they done previously” Simeon asked, now curious about your answer.

“I’ve told both of you why I’m upset with them countless times?” You questioned “ Or did you both just forget”

“I’m sorry Mc but I can’t remember you complaining about the brothers in a way like that” Solomon replied.

“Yes he’s right, if anything the brothers are nothing but nice to you? Well there are those few times where they drag you into their schemes, but overall they love and dote on you very much Mc” Simeon added.

“Oh yeah because they all loved and doted on me when Belphegor killed me” you responded rolling your eyes.

Both men went silent and shared a shocked expression wondering if the other heard what had come out of your mouth correctly.

“Belphegor did what to you..?” Solomon asked.

You glanced over him and responded cautiously. “He killed me. I’ve told you both this before why are you making those faces”

“We’ve never heard of anything like this before Mc..” Simeon responded horrified.

“Well if you must know, then I’ll explain it again”

And you did just that. You gave them every single detail of that day to the two sitting right in front of you; and like a good audience they listened.

They listened to how you explained the sensation of dying, as well as the way it felt to be betrayed when you were only trying to help. They listened to every word that left your mouth good and bad, waiting, hoping, even praying that this wasn’t true.

It couldn’t be. There was absolutely no way the brothers would do that to you, they loved you. After all there was no way Diavolo or Lucifer could let you die, it was their job to keep you safe.

Is what they thought until you explained to them the conditions Diavolo and Barbatos gave you when you returned back in time. In a sense Diavolo could even be at fault for your death.

The more they listened the worse their heads felt, there wasn’t any way this could be real, yet the way you describe each detail with such emotion they couldn’t believe anything otherwise.

After you finished they each took turns asking an occasional question waiting for your response. However one thing was for certain, you were to stay away from those demons at all costs and they would have a word with them tomorrow.

______

The doors to the RAD student council room opened to reveal one human and angel considerably angry.

“What’s up with you two?” Mammon asked, confused.

“Did the talk with Mc go well?” Diavolo questioned, a bit concerned by their reaction.

“It went considerably well actually” Solomon responded crossing his arms

“That’s great! What did you three talk about?” Asmo exclaimed.

“Oh you know the usual, Mc’s day, the tea I prepared, classes and such too.” Simeon started. “But one thing each of you failed to mention was the fact that Belphegor here killed Mc”

Each demon in the room tensed at the mention of that day. No one knew what to say, after all it was just agreed collectively to never be brought up again. So why now? Why was this issue arising again? Why was Mc still talking about it? Hadn’t they forgiven Belphie?

“Where did you hear that from?” Lucifer was the first to break the silence.

“From Mc themselves, after all they relayed each detail to us yesterday” Solomon responded.

“But Mc never brings up stuff like that! So why now?” Mammon added.

“I actually might have a theory about that.” Barbatos said, clearing his throat.

“Oh, well please enlighten us,” Simeon replied.

“If my Lord wishes so then I will” Barbatos commented.

“Go ahead” Diavolo responded, eager to hear what his butler was talking about.

“I believe the Mc we are currently interacting with is not our own”

“What do ya mean by that?” Mammon asked, shooting out of his chair.

“I mean that this Mc is from a different timeline, and ours is in another one. In simple terms our Mc switched with the one we are currently interacting with, due to a certain curse”

“A curse?” Satan asked.

“Yes a curse, however I am still unsure of the true nature of this curse so I cannot estimate when our Mc will return”

“If that’s the case then what’s the difference between the two Mc’s?” Levi asked, now confused.

“Well it appears that this Mc still hasn’t forgiven you for killing them?” Solomon added.

“If they have experienced the same things our Mc has then that brings a question to wonder. Just how many timelines are there where Mc has been killed?” Simeon questioned looking toward the youngest demon brother.

Belphie hid in his pillow as his twin came up beside him for comfort. “Stop picking on Belphie, he already feels bad about the whole situation” Beel added.

“Well that’s to be expected, however Mc is mad at all of you not just Belphegor. So has it ever occurred to you to apologize to them for everything they went through? After all, I believe there were numerous accounts in the beginning of the year where each of you tried to separately endanger their life” the angel added, with the slightest bit of venom to his tone.

Each brother stared at the next waiting for one to speak up for them, however none did. Not even Lucifer.

Maybe Simeon was right, had they really never apologized to their Mc about the whole situation.

Well it was too late for that now, because no one knew when they were going to see their beloved Mc again.

Next part

[askinkiskarma]

lllicit Affairs | Chapter VI: Death by a Thousand Cuts

Pairing: Neteyam x Human/Avatar!Reader

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Synopsis: You and Neteyam both have a dark secret that would change everything between you - and neither of you are willing to share.

Warnings: angst, some fluff, Lo'ak x reader, jealous!Neteyam, both main characters thirsting for each other, mentions of lab work, disease, blood, cursing.

Word Count: 7,2k words

A/N: Chapter 6 is the chapter that sets EVERYTHING in motion for what's to come. There is a LOT to come, a lot of drama and angst, maybe some smut (? 😉) and this chapter is meant as a stepping stone to the beginning of the end. Also, realised I forgot to ever mention, that if the dialogue is ever italicised, that usually means the conversation is in Na'vi, I don't know how I have never made it clearer, but here we are.

Thank you so much for everyone who's been reading and asking to be tagged, I never expected this to gain any traction and I am so grateful for people enjoying it x

My heart, my hips, my body, my love Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch Gave you too much but it wasn't enough But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts

One second. 

“Just one second, Neteyammm!”, you whined, as he was trying to remove the blanket from your currently very comfortable and very warm body. 

“It’s late, come on! Early bird catches the worm, isn’t that what you people say?”

“Nobody says that, I don’t know who told you this lie.” 

“It was you!!” he says, and he’s laughing at your whinging while trying to remove the blanket. He’s not trying that hard, considering he would make an easy job out of the task if he used a tenth of his actual force, but he couldn’t bear the thought of bringing you any unnecessary distress. You had enough of that in your life, and he wanted to be a source of comfort for you, a shelter in the storm. 

You scooted on one side of the bed close to the edge, and left a big gap which you brought to his attention by patting it aggressively. 

“Press the button on the audio player and lay with me, please? I don’t feel like going out today.”

He couldn’t say no to you, he realises. He would follow you anywhere in this world, do anything you asked of him, regardless how stupid or reckless or crazy it was. He would always follow you, for the rest of time, and he was happy about it. 

A song he liked came on, one that he’s heard you play before and there was no doubt in his mind that he liked it better when you sang it. He circled the bed and lay in it, next to you, in the dark. 

“Thank you, light of my life.” You attached yourself to him, arms sprawled across his bare chest and legs carelessly placed on top of abdomen and hips, and sighed contently. He could feel your warm breaths on his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He turned his head to you and placed a small kiss on top of your head and listened to the soft tune filling up the room. 

“Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you”

“You’re annoying.”

“I know I am, but you love me anyway.”

I do, Neteyam thought. I really do…

Things happen in life sometimes, and it makes you lose your ability to react. There was no reaction, definitely no overreaction. You stared at the vial of blood that shattered all across the floor, all across you and your mind was blank. Almost robotically, you made your way to one of the benches and got some paper rolls and the IMS laying next to it. You carefully cleaned all of it, and spit whatever made its way to your mouth to the floor to be removed. When you were sure everything was gone, you went to the sink and removed your goggles and gloves, and scrubbed yourself clean. You felt yourself moving, picking up a bucket of water with some floor cleaner, felt yourself adding disinfectant to it and moping thoroughly, but it was like an out-of-body experience. Like you were merely a puppet executing orders from above. Cleaning everything took about an hour, after which you made your way back to your room slowly, deliberately. 

You didn’t sleep. You spent the whole night looking over everything you and the rest of the scientists have ever found out about this virus. You didn’t know its way of transmission. Maybe you had nothing to worry about, maybe it’s not by blood. You knew it’s not by air, you’ve seen plenty of people infected whose family was fine. So even if you do get infected, the people at the lab should be fine. Your friends would be fine. He would be fine. 

Next, incubation period. That’s a tough one, in-vitro studies show it takes the virus anywhere from 2 to 12 months to show symptoms. You don’t know how that changes in humans. You don’t know any of this shit for humans. You could be perfectly fine, you could die within the month. The thought made your blood run cold. 

You sat in your chair for the remainder of the night. Unmoving, unthinking. 

That’s how Norm found you.

“Hey, Ace. What are you doing up?”

You scrambled for a lie.

“Just woke up, actually. Listen, if you are going to check on the boy, can you please bring my supplies to the tent and tell the Sullys I won’t be in today? I was too exhausted to run any experiments yesterday so I will do it today.” 

“Oh… is everything alright? You haven’t missed a day in the village since you got your Avatar.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, just worried about the boy and want to get to the bottom of this sooner rather than later, if possible.”

“Alright, I can bring you back some of his blood to run as well?”

“NO!” 

Norm’s eyes widened in shock at your response and you knew you fucked up, you knew you slipped up. Calm yourself… 

“It’s just not necessary at the moment since I have other blood and I don’t want to overwhelm him, if it’s not imperative. I will retrieve some blood when I check on him tomorrow.”

Norm looked at you with a concerned look, but eventually relented.

“Ok, whatever you think, Ace.” 

“Thanks, Norm.” 

“Let me know what you find tonight. I’ll tell Jake, but they might not be happy with you.”

“You can explain it’s an emergency, I’m sure they’ll understand.”

 

You struggled to get up and get your legs to not want to collapse beneath you. Eventually, you made your way to the sink and washed, you scrubbed your face as hard as you could without removing a layer of skin, and your teeth until you felt the familiar taste of metal coat your teeth. You hoped that maybe you tried hard enough, the last 6 hours can just be erased from your life, from world. You hoped it could undo the damage that would plague you for the rest of your most likely very short life. 

Luckily, most scientists seemed to be out. Claire was teaching Na’vi kids English at Grace’s old school that Jake deemed fit to be reopened, Max left with Norm to check on the situation of the village, and most of the Avatars would be out on missions or training with Jake. You made your way to the quiet halls to one of the labs, and prepared for your long day ahead. This will be hard to do by yourself, but not impossible. 

First step, respiratory fluids. You remove a sterile cotton swab and swab your pharynx as thoroughly as possible and place it in a tube. That’s easy enough. Next comes the blood. Finding a vein has always been hard for people to do on you, and it’s not gotten any easier in time, so after poking yourself a few times in the wrong place, you manage to get enough blood to run experiments on. 

Hours of sample preparation, incubation, pipetting and running went by at an excruciatingly slow pace, like the universe was revelling in making every second of torture last forever. You thanked your lucky stars of the progress made in lab equipment and that you didn’t have to spent days on one PCR, like your mum was saying it had to be done back on Earth about a century ago. Regardless, it took most of the day for you to do everything you needed, check for all the proteins and markers you knew were deregulated with this virus, and by the early hours of night, you were done. 

Aș people were starting to return to the hub as another day was nearing its end, you retreated back to your bedroom to work on the data analysis. You did not want to see anyone, did not want to speak to anyone until you knew at least some things. The less you talked, the less lies that had to come out of your mouth, and that seemed ideal to you. 

Inputting the data and having to wait on some software to give you your literal death sentence felt so tragic is was almost comical, and you had to stop and ask yourself if you were some serial killer in a past life to warrant all the pain and misery life seemed adamant to throw at you. For the first time in so long you couldn’t even remember, things were going… well. You were strong, and doing well, and lived outside of the walls of this lab. You had a chance at something more, you had a chance at maybe one day healing and working through your issues and maybe even coming out the other side a better, healthier version of yourself. You had a chance at love.

And there it was… positive. One second.

THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF  STAGE I: DENIAL

Your blood became poison in the span of half a day, but at least you now knew it wasn’t transmitted through air. That means no one else would have to suffer because of you. The thought made you weirdly calm, and you realised you didn’t care about your own health all along. No, you weren’t sad anymore, just relieved. A wide smile appeared on your face at the results, and you jumped out of the chair with enthusiasm at the great news. Everybody would be ok. Norm, Max, they would all be ok. You will handle all the virus experiments and blood samples from now on. They wouldn’t have reason to doubt you or question you, not when it made most sense anyway, since you were always in the village and knew the protocols and techniques the best, anyway. You would go on the same way as you had, and no one had to know or suffer because of your mistakes. 

With those thoughts still floating in your mind and a Xanax on your tongue, you made your way to the comfortable bed and crashed without a dream in sight. 

You were up before dawn again, and ready to get started on your day at the village. You were looking forward to gun training with Jake, and finally putting those years of practice to good use. You found Norm deep in thought in the link room, and he didn’t register you walking in until you patted his shoulder and he jumped out of his skin.

 

“Jesus, Ace. You scared the shit out of me.” 

“I noticed. Why so jumpy, Norm?” 

He gave you the quickest look known to man then quickly busied himself with literally anything else. “No reason, just focused on the task at hand.”

“…turning on the linkpod?” 

“No one likes a smartass, you know?” 

“So how was the village yesterday? How is the boy?” 

“He’s alright, still not great, but his vitals are stable for now.” You noticed he did not answer your question about the village, and found slight panic rising in your chest.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen in the village?” 

“No, Ace, everything’s fine. You don’t have to worry about everything, you know. How did the experiments go yesterday?” 

“The virus is not airborne, it seems to be transmitted by blood, so we need to be very careful handling samples.” 

“We always are. But good work, good to have some concrete evidence finally. I’ll look over your analysis soon.”

“You know, I’m not quite done with it, so maybe wait and we can look over it together?”

“Sure, that makes sense.”

You didn’t buy Norm’s pathetic attempts at deflecting the subject of the village, but you did not want to fight him so early in the day, so you guess you had to find out what happened for yourself. You woke up in your Avatar body soon enough, and could already tell the village was already awake and buzzing with the perspective of a new day. The guitar sitting on the ground next to your sleeping mat caught your eye, and you smiled softly at the memory which now seems a life away. Your fingers lingered on the chords and you strummed it gently a few times, enjoying the sounds that seemed to settle in your heart. Adjusting your braids in the small mirror you brought with you a few weeks ago, you made your way out of your tent and straight into Neteyam’s chest with a loud thud. 

“What the fuck?” You say, indignantly and then look up to find Neteyam watching you with an unreadable expression adorning his beautiful face. 

“Hi.” He says, and tries to muster a small smile. 

“Hi…? Is there any particular reason you have decided to attack me first thing in the morning?” 

“I was just coming to get you, I heard the guitar playing. I didn’t think you would be running straight into me. Are you ready? We can spend the morning tracking a herd of Talioang that the hunter party spotted a few clicks south of the village. It will be good practice for you.” 

“…alright? Can I get some food first? I’m famished.”

Neteyam shifted uncomfortably in front of you and looked… nervous, you realised. What the hell was going on with everyone?

“I have food that Ma packed for us, we can eat in the forest? I’d really rather get a move on as soon as possible, this will most likely take most of today, anyway.”

“Is there a particular reason you seem so eager for me to leave? You and Norm have both been acting weird today, and you are both terrible liars.”

Neteyam gave you a hard look. “Let’s go, Y/N. Unlike what you like to think, you don’t need to know everything, and not everything concerns you. Let’s go, now.” Nothing’s changed, you realised bitterly. Last night was just a fluke and you hated yourself in that moment for letting your guard down. 

“You can be a real dick sometimes, Neteyam.” You said and took off without looking at him. 

You ran for about 5 clicks without checking behind you, knowing full well he was following you, your hearing being one of the many senses that heightened in this body. You stopped suddenly at the sight of a huge footprint, one you could identify as the Sturmbeest, or a Talioang, like it was known to the Na’vi. Soon enough, you saw the ground littered with them, and began carefully tracking the beasts.

“Alright. How far would you say they are and which direction?” Neteyam asked, approaching you slowly. He was back to teaching mode, and you tried your best to learn, instead of recoiling and telling him to go to hell, which is what you really wanted to do. 

You touched the ground and felt it with your fingers, trying to assess the moisture level and deepness of the mark. You thought about for a while.

“I’d say they’re quite fresh. Maybe this morning? Taloioang move slowly, about 1 click every hour or two, so I’d say we’ll find them about 2 clicks east?”

He didn’t even have to touch the ground to be able to assess it. He was impressive. 

“Good. Let’s go. We shouldn’t run, they have good hearing and the wind is blowing east, which means they’ll be able to smell us if we’re not careful. We will take a roundabout way and approach them from the south.” 

You both made your way through the forest and it was your turn to follow him, although you stayed close behind and tried to look around you and pick up on clues, tiny sounds and movements, trying to learn, trying to see. “Eyes on the tracks, Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes, but did as you were told. Eventually, Neteyam let you deem the appropriate time to stray from the tracks and move south to avoid being spotted. Soon enough, you saw the herd of prodigious beings, bathing in a shallow lake. You made your way slowly, sneaking on the ground, with Neteyam close to you, and you felt his arms grazing your sides every inch of the way. 

The herd was protecting the calves, 5 in total, playing and splashing in the clear water. You watched in amazement, just enjoying the view of these seemingly ferocious beasts that in the moment, felt more like a family watching their children play at the local pool. You couldn’t believe the beauty and mild predisposition, the complex nature of these animals whose equivalents were long gone on Earth, long decimated by humans and their needless desire for wealth and acquisition, for mindless cruelty. You felt your stomach drop at the realisation that soon, this could be Pandora, if you didn’t fight will all your being in the upcoming war. 

You felt a sudden gentle pressure on your lower back, a pressure you quickly identified as Neteyam’s hand and you shuddered at the touch. He neared his mouth to your ears, and you felt his warm breath tickling your neck, a sudden warmth pooling in your lower abdomen. 

“You’re not allowed to kill anything yet, but I want you to show me how you would go about it. Show me your bow work, how would you aim from this position.”

You slowly removed your bow from from your person and sat up, in a now crouched stance, and loaded the arrow, doing your best to accommodate for the uncomfortable position you were in and the tight space you were sharing with another person. You held your breath, engaged your core, and aimed as if you were going to release your arrow on the target about 300m away. Neteyam’s large hand touched your upper thigh, by your left hip and squeezed gently. Your arm dropped suddenly and snapped your head in his direction. He didn’t react to your sudden snap, instead talking lowly, so as to not give your location away. “Your leg is not in a position by which you can maximise release. You will have more power in the shot if you place this knee on the ground and lean into it.” 

You wanted to take that hand and either break it or redirect it on other parts of your body that felt like they would explode if they didn’t feel him, have his touch provide the relief that was desperately yearned for, needed. You wanted to scream at him or make him coax the screams out of you like a war-cry, wild and desperate. You wanted to kill him, you wanted him to kill you, slowly and painfully, taking his time on your body until you were falling apart at the seams around him. You hated him, you loved him. You hated him.

You gave him a hard look, an angry look directed at your thigh, and he removed his hand from you. You wondered if he knew, knew what he was doing, wondered if he felt the same way, if he too was struggling to catch his breath at the torture of knowing he can’t have you, claim you, right now, right in this second, right here. You hoped he did, hope it ate him alive, the yearning and the desire. Because that’s what it was doing to you, what he was doing to you. You turned your attention back to the herd and adjusted your position based on his advice. He was right, you could tell right away, as you felt a lot more power when aiming the arrow this time. 

“Much better. We can go now, we will give the location to the hunting party and the will be able to secure us dinner for a couple of weeks from the back of a couple of Ikrans.”

 

You made your way out of their surroundings, and slowly started walking back to the village. After about half an hour, he stopped on a rock and removed the food he was carrying in a pouch. You didn’t join him, preferring to keep your distance and thus a clear mind, not being able to afford being weak around him anymore. 

“I thought you were famished.” He says, with a slight smile. You shook your head and turned around, taking in the views of the forest, distracting yourself with the flowers reaching out their neon green tendrils towards you. You kneeled next to one, and touched them gently, enjoying the way they cupped around your hand and tugged, like they were urging you to come closer so they can spill their long-forgotten dreams to you. You heard him sigh loudly.

“Sorry for being a dick. Just had a fight with mum and dad, and I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have, and I am sorry. Come eat, please? I don’t want you passing out on me, you’re not as easy to carry as you used to be when you were human.” 

You remained on your knees still, focused on only the plants and your gentle tug-of-war. You knew how much pressure Neteyam was under, has been for pretty much his entire life. A prodigy created… or made, no one could really know for sure, he began training when most babies learn to walk, and speak, and play. He has never had a childhood the way Lo’ak, or Kiri, or Tuk, or pretty much any other Na’vi children did, mostly fleeting moments of bliss in between a lot more moments of stress and struggle. He never complained, though. Not out loud, not to anyone else but you, once he realised you were a safe haven from the storm. You didn’t pass judgement, or make him feel bad for sharing his feelings, and he felt like he could tell you all the hardest truths his heart has always craved to speak out loud. You have always wanted to protect him from the world, a world that demanded so much of him, that asked for a sacrifice of which it was undeserving. Being Olo’yektan, leading the people, being the one person everyone relied on was a great honour, a great achievement - one you didn’t think he wanted, but was never given the chance to decline. 

“What happened?” 

You walked slowly towards the rock he was laying on, and sat at its foot, crossing your legs on the slightly damp grass. You grabbed a piece of jerky from the pile of food and slowly chewed through it, humming in appreciation at the smoky taste and rich flavour of the meat. 

Neteyam grimaced and didn’t look at you, choosing to focus instead of his arm guards, picking at something that was clearly not there. “More sacrifices I need to make in the name of the future, of the people.” 

“I see you still haven’t learnt to say no, even after all this time apart.” 

Neteyam’s hand froze in midair, his eyes widening slightly - it was the first time you brought up the year apart. He braced himself for what he thought was the beginning of the end, of you finally demanding answers he didn’t think would ever satisfy you, but no other words left your lips.  

“I can’t say no. I owe my parents everything I have, everything I am. This village, this life, is all I know. My dad gave up on everything he knew to stand up for our people, to make sure we’d get a future worth living, a family worth saving, a world still worth fighting for. He became Olo’yektan despite all that stood against him because he loved my mum, loved us, even then, even before we were born. My grandpa died defending this village, watching home tree get decimated in front of his eyes, with only the people’s safety on his mind and tongue. I see that bow that my mum cherishes like a gift from Eywa herself and I want to be worthy of it, someday. And if it means giving up some things, maybe that’s just how it’s meant to be.” 

“Maybe whatever you’re giving up is making room for something ever better, Neteyam. Sometimes we want something so bad, we can’t see the forest for the trees.” 

He looks at you confused for a second.

“That’s a saying. What I’m trying to say is maybe you are over focused on something you want right now, that you think is the best thing for you, but maybe you just are not focusing on the bigger picture. Maybe in the future, whatever you’re giving up now will make room for something that was much better for you all along.”

Disappointment filled his chest at your words. Neteyam looked at you with deep sadness marking his features, and he could see you were trying to think of things to say that could make him feel better. In all honesty, he wanted - needed - you to tell him to be selfish, and trust his gut, and follow what he knew was right in his heart, but he also knew that being selfish is not a trait that came naturally to you. You have always respected the deep bond Neteyam had to his family and his people and you always used to tell him how proud of him you were for how strong he was, for the lengths he was willing to go to to protect and nurture those bonds. 

You felt an overwhelming sense of grief at the realisation that you will never get to see him become Olo’yektan, see him become the man everybody knew he was. He would never be yours, and although that painful conclusion had settled in your soul and had time to scar in all the time you knew him, a new wound, deeper, bloodier, deadlier, tore your heart apart at the thought you would not even be able to watch from afar. You would have been satisfied with scraps, just watching him rule, and be, and love someone else and imagining it was you. You never thought you’d get more than that anyway, never had any delusions for more. The scraps would have been enough, and now even those were brutally taken from you, like everything else in this life. 

You needed to leave, now. 

“Should we head back? It’s getting late.”

You walked back in deep, uncomfortable silence. Eclipse made the nature shine and glimmer with colours your sadness dulled to muted tones. There was light coming from the village and you realise how badly you wanted to be alone, in your tent and read, or watch a movie or a show, and ignore this world for a little while while you licked your newly-opened wounds. Tonight was a communal dinner around the big bonfire in the centre of the village, and you felt grateful your presence would not be missed in such a crowd. You’ve come to love these dinners, another one of the many ways the tribe connected to the village and to each other, but tonight you couldn’t entertain even the thought long enough to count.

“Can you please tell your family I am sorry, but I will probably head to bed early. I’ll be early for breakfast tomorrow, I promise.” 

“I can do that. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded absentmindedly and closed the flap of the tent shut.

Neteyam watched as you left him, still reeling from your conversation. Much like you, he just wished to hide in his family’s tent and pretend for a night things are different, that they are better. Actually, if we are talking about wishes, he wishes he could be in your tent. In all honestly, dealing with you on a day to day basis, seeing you, your body, touching it more and longer than he knew he reasonably had to, was making him think thoughts he knew he had no business thinking. In his wildest dreams, he’d be in your tent and making your eyes roll back in the way that drove him crazy. In his wildest dreams, he’d be coaxing sounds out of you that only he would ever hear. In his wildest dreams, your hands all over him would heal him and break him at the same time. He was desperately in need of some relief, and he loathed all decisions in his life that lead to you not being able to be the one to provide it for him. 

He made his way to the bonfire, and greeted all of the Na’vi that respectfully bowed their heads at his arrival. He saw his family at the centre of the crowd, where they normally sat, and joined them silently. They all gave him uneasy looks - all but one. Lo’ak was blatantly glaring at the older Sully, a look of disappointment and disgust marring his normally kind face that reminded Neteyam so much of their dad. 

“Did you tell her?” 

Kiri elbowed Lo’ak in the abdomen, but he didn’t flinch. He did not even bother to acknowledge Kiri, or the low hiss escaping their mum’s lips - his eyes were still boring into Neteyam, unwavering. 

“No.” Neteyam’s expression darkened and in a split second, he became the warrior his dad moulded him into. “And you will not, either, Lo’ak. Do you understand me?” Lo’ak had to look up to look at his brother who was now dangerously towering over him. 

“Oh, the mighty warrior giving out orders, what else is new?” 

“Lo’ak, that’s enough.” Neteyam heard Jake intervene, and he eventually had to physically put his body in between his two sons, who still refused to look away from each other.

“Fnawe’tu (coward).”

 

Neteyam watched his brother turn his back on his family and walk away from the feast, and although he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he knew deep down that Lo’ak was right.

 

You were almost robotically flipping through the directory of movies and tv shows on the laptop that you had with you in the village, not quite ready to go back to the lab and have to deal with the consequences of your newly acquired “condition”. You had all night to do experiments, and lie to yourself that you were fine until you eventually succumbed to a Xanax-induced blackout. You wanted to be in this body just a little while longer, because, in this body, it was easy to forget the realities of your actual life.

You saw a five-fingered hand emerge from the entrance to your tent, and you laughed incredulously at the clown you loved, who seemed to have a knack for improving your dour mood.

“I am here to bother you.” You got up and started making your way towards the entrance of your tent.

“Shouldn’t you be at dinner?” You say, laughing and pulling Lo’ak by the hand, so he stumbles unattractively into you. 

You wrap your arms around him and hug him gently. “Skxawng.” 

“I should, but I am here instead. We haven’t had movie night in so long.” He lay on your sleep mat and you hissed for him to move over. “You’re getting way too comfortable hissing at people.”

“Not people, Lo’ak, you!” You smiled saying that, knowing you were quoting Kiri, and he groaned exasperatedly. 

A few more weeks passed, and you felt the discrepancy between your bodies become more pronounced than it had ever been. It turns out, the incubation period of a Na’vi virus in a human is not long at all, and roughly around last week, you began displaying symptoms. You were taking every drug under the sun to try to soften them, but you had seen one too many good Na’vi people die due to this to know what was lurking underneath the comfortable cushion of drug-induced health. Despite all that, you felt on top of the world in your avatar. You were continuously improving, and, with a little bit of luck, will be completing your first kill soon - the first stepping stone to becoming Taronyu, hunter. If you do that successfully, you will be taking your Iknimaya with other Na’vi apprentices, and finally get your own Ikran. You were buzzing at the thought, and the image of you flying in the sky was enough to push any other worries out of your mind. 

After that weird day that ended with Lo’ak in your tent watching Friends together and teaching him the chords to a song you both loved, things went back to normal, sort of. You couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that the Sullys were hiding something from you. They exchanged looks, and avoided certain subjects, and you were starting to be worried they guessed you were ill, and were tiptoeing around the subject so as to not upset you. That was a good theory, although it could not explain the heavy tension between Neteyam and Lo’ak that also started that night. 

You saw them bicker and fight your whole life: two opposing personalities, both of whom had misunderstandings about the other. Neteyam could never understand Lo’ak, understand that, despite being the chieftain’s son and the grandson of the Tsahik and former Olo’yektan, people still looked at him like he was not quite full Na’vi. His eyebrows and five fingers made his appearance uncanny enough to always attract whispers and looks, and despite Lo’ak’s apparent devil-may-care attitude, he cared. Neteyam could also not understand anyone who wished to live freely and discover themselves, make decisions and choices that would lead to a happy, fulfilled life, rather than a proud and accomplished one. Finally, Neteyam did not understand that skill and tenacity doesn’t come easy to everybody, and the weight of living in his shadow was bearing heavily on his baby brother’s back. 

On the other hand, Lo’ak never tried to understand the burden Neteyam had to carry, because, in his desire to not appear weak, he took it in strides and never complained. Lo’ak never fully understood the downfalls of what being “the perfect son” brings: no freedom, no childhood, no time, no fun, no choice. He only ever focused on the positives: praise from his family and clan, skill and composure, the title of future Leader of the Omatikaya. He will also never be able to understand the depths of Neteyam’s love for him, who, despite all their differences, would be willing to sacrifice everything, even his own life, to make sure his baby brother would never having to experience these burdens.

This tension felt like more. More than you’ve ever seen, not mended in time, they were always glowering at each other and only speaking to each other if prompted or forced by their increasingly frustrated family. You tried to talk to both of them individually and ask, but you were promptly sent on your way each time. You could tell Lo’ak was itching to spit it out, but every time he got close, he flashed you a look of hurt and fear, and moved on. 

Eventually, you stopped worrying about it. It will come out in time, and you had better things to worry about. Your training became brutal after that day tracking Sturmbeests. Neteyam would come to your tent before dawn, sometimes having to wait for you while you woke up in your Avatar body, and you were always gone past eclipse. You were tracking, joining hunting parties to learn, working on shooting arrows while on Pa’li or in nearly impossible positions (he made you shoot targets hanging upside down from the branches of trees, seriously) and working on guns and practicing with Jake and his soldiers. Jake made you his second-in-command during these sessions, and you enjoyed having the roles reversed and having to watch Neteyam squirm every time you touched his arm, or waist, or thighs, in order to adjust his shooting form. You also taught Lo’ak, sometimes late in the nights, where he would sneak into your tent and ask you questions about guns that he hoped would bring him in his father’s good graces for once in his life. You loved teaching them, and you felt powerful with all the eyes on you, trying to absorb every piece of information coming out of your mouth. 

“In your hands, you are holding a sub machine-gun.” You said and you made your way through the 10 soldiers in your midst. “It can fire up 600 rounds per minute. You have a button on the side of the weapon, as you can see right there”, you stopped and show everyone on your own weapon, “that allows you to choose between semi automatic and fully automatic. What’s the difference, Lo’ak?”

“A semi-automatic guns fires one shot when you pull the trigger, a fully automatic gun fires continuously until you release the trigger.” 

“Tsantu (good guy)!” you said with an intimate smile. Lo’ak was making amazing progress, and you were proud to be even a small reason why. 

Neteyam gave Lo’ak a hard look as he answered your question. He was angry with his brother because of his recent attitude, he thought. That’s the reason. Not at all because you were smiling at him with that dazzling smile that used to be reserved for him years ago, definitely not because he knew Lo’ak was sneaking in your tent at night and doing Eywa-knows-what, a fact which kept Neteyam up nights with images he would do everything in his power to be able to erase from his brain. Neteyam was exhausted. He hasn’t slept since this thing started, not until Lo’ak returned to his tent after his meetings with you, and he was able to look at him in the dim light of the night and gauge for himself if his brother was flushed, or panting, or extra happy for one reason or another. Despite never seeing anything that he could deem suspicious, the images of his baby brother taking for himself what was his, what should be his, haunted him and made him sick to his stomach. 

Coward. Lo’ak words rang in his ears incessantly throughout each day, never being able to fully block them out. 

Neteyam saw you move from Lo’ak and towards him, and tried to remember what they were talking about. Sub-machine guns, right. 

“Now, SMGs are best used in tighter quarters or close to mid-range. The spread will make it inefficient for long-range. If you find yourself on the back of your Ikran shooting at a plane or Valkyrie, make sure you close the gap between you or use your bow, instead.”

“An SMG will have a lot of recoil, making it harder to shoot accurately, but there are a few tips you can use to make to improve your aim and accuracy.”

“First. Always fire in short bursts, if you are firing on automatic mode. A few shots at a time will make sure the kick is not unmanageable. Two, account for the kick and adjust your aim to compensate. Think of shooting an arrow and how you always take the wind, its direction, speed and power in consideration before you actually release. It’s a similar principle. The recoil will make the gun kick upwards, so always aim slightly lower than what you want to hit. Three, don’t aim for the head. Leave that for a bow or an assault/sniper rifle with a scope. Aim for the abdomen and chest, since that is a wider target and more likely to hit. Everyone on the same page?”

Neteyam was forever in awe of you, but it was particularly impressive watching you now. You were confident and powerful and knowledgeable. Neteyam felt bad admitting it, but you were a much better teacher than their dad ever was. Toruk Makto had many incredible qualities, but his patience was definitely not amongst them, and his lessons tend to get a bit derailed by his inability to understand that Na’vi are not predisposed to guns or understanding Sky People technology. You were calm, and kind, and funny, and you made it easy for everyone to follow your instructions. In the span on a few weeks, all of the Na’vi and Avatar soldiers training for the upcoming war became better at pretty much every aspect that they were training in, and I think everyone felt just a bit more comfortable about the conflict that was soon to befall them, with you by their side. 

After the lesson was complete, you left alongside Lo’ak, sparing one last look in Neteyam’s direction. He was already watching you, and you saw a fleeting angry look that was quickly replaced with an expressionless mask. He was getting good at that, you thought. 

“Do you want to do anything? If I have to listen to Kiri talk about all the new types of flowers and plants and shit she keeps finding in the woods, I will lose my mind.”

“Be nice.” 

Kiri has been particularly hyperfixated on her newfound discoveries recently, and you tried your best to pay attention to every time she was describing them, in detail, but in reality you were always so exhausted by the time dinner came around that you were only assimilating about a tenth of all the words coming out of her mouth. You felt bad, and made a mental note to dedicate a couple of days to your friend that you saw less and less each week. 

“Your Iknimaya is getting closer and closer each day, how do you feel?”

“Honestly I haven’t thought about it that much, just taking it one day at a time.”

“I think you should start thinking about it, cause it’s going to happen. You’ve managed to blow everyone’s expectations out of the water. It barely been two months since you got your avatar body, not even my dad did this so fast. You were made for this, Angel.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. You were grateful for Lo’ak’s faith in you, but with everything happening in your human body, it felt pointless looking towards the future. 

“You will be one of us, soon. I’ve had dreams about this my whole life, you know? It’s like I manifested your Avatar, Norm should be thanking me.” 

“Lo’ak…” 

You didn’t like the turn this conversation took, and felt an uncomfortable twinge settle in your chest at his words. 

“There are perks that come with being an Omatikaya, you know? You can make your bow out of the wood of the Home Tree… and you can choose a mate.” 

Fuck. 

Neteyam was making his way back to the village with the rest of the soldiers, casually chatting to one of the Avatars returning with them. He wasn’t paying attention to the way until his body knocked into one of the Na’vi walking in front of him. Utsou was staring intently at a scene unfolding in front of him, a scene that turned Neteyam’s blood to shards of glass, leaving cuts and bruises along his entire body. It was you, smiling, running your hand up and down Lo’ak’s arm whilst his hand was cupping your face and caressing your cheek. It was such an intimate interaction, it felt wrong to everyone there to even be able to witness it, and Neteyam felt himself becoming nauseous. With the image now seared into his memory and rage turning his breaths to pants, he turned around and left everything - everyone - behind. 

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[heartandfangs]

I OWE YOU— PART FIVE.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, BestFriend!Heeseung, Heavy Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff (if you squint)

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jayeun, f!Reader x Heeseung

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Cursing, Possessiveness, Manipulation, LOTS of jealousy, Implied one-sided feelings, Unresolved feelings, Trash talking, Alcohol, Flirting, Slight slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual inexperience, Sexual tension, Anxiety, Making out, Teasing, Finger sucking, Grinding, Breast worship, Brief rimming (very brief), Fingering, f!Receiving Oral sex, m!Receiving Oral sex, SoftDom!Heeseung, Sub!Reader

WORD COUNT +13k

SUMMARY In which you realize that your playboy roommate and your best friend share one common thread: their uninhibited desire for you. With Jake giving you the cold shoulder, you choose to indulge the latter this time around… consequences be damned. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE Even if you're not caught up with the series, if you love Hee, you'd enjoy this part alone. 🫠  It came out a lot more romantic than I intended, but Heeseung's character just brought it out of me and it's not even in his own series– that's how badly he's been coming for me! 💗 But tbh it was a long time coming and set up in part 3, so letting soft dom Heeseung have his reign here. I added extra smut for you all which is why it took a week more than I said it would to post, but I think it was worth it. Fucking enjoy 🫶 I'm officially deceased, you’ll find me in my coffin ⚰️ (See end of work for cont. A/N)

YOU WISH, Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Masterlist

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It perturbed you how much your body yearned to be near Jake Sim.

Seemingly, Jake shared the same sentiment, despite having vied for your attention one day and then ignored you entirely the next, right after you rejected his kiss during your last encounter. It must've been the tipping point after you cruelly renounced your heated first kiss with him, chalking it up to anything but feelings despite you initiating it. 

However, you were nearly beginning to wonder if you called it too soon; his feelings for you, that is. Not to say that you were in love with him; you knew better than that. But after much thought and a healthy amount of denial on your end, you were beginning to realize Jake had fallen for you in a twisted sense.

It was a challenging notion to wrap your head around. If he had, at what point had Jake fallen and why?

After all, that wasn't what Jake was about.

Your rejection of his romantic advances drew such a strong reaction from him, though, like the man wasn't sure what to do with himself. As if it was his first time dealing with such feelings, but he had to have gotten his heart broken at least once, right?

Although, it really seemed like Jake was infatuated rather than in love– because you were the sole one he'd yet to get his hands on from the start.

So, the dissonance in his behavior made sense after what had transpired between you two in that short time frame. Callousness was a reaction you hadn't anticipated coming from Jake– and you would never admit out loud that it hurt.

The ghost of Jake's touches lingered on every inch of your skin and had you rutting into your pillow late at night when the vivid memories of him persisted. A consequence of your carelessness, even though you knew what you were getting yourself into. 

Jake had shown you facets of himself you hadn't even known existed beyond his mischievous persona and capricious way of living. He'd push your boundaries in ways that irked you but also expanded your little world. It was such an intriguing dynamic, one you could imagine yourself exploring further with him… perhaps without strings attached.

You never thought you'd come to consider such a thing, especially after how cold you've been with Jake and how precious things like first kisses once were to you. 

Although Jake never verbally expressed it, he clearly thought otherwise and seemed to want you romantically. He was growing attached to you in ways he hadn't shown to have been in the past.

One kiss– and suddenly yours and his intentions swapped. How was that even remotely possible for him, let alone for you?

Two weeks had gone by begrudgingly slowly and each day was like a hellish repeat of the day prior, consisting of an unbearable tension you hadn't known was possible to exist between two people.

Jake would either rise earlier in the day or stay in later than you just to avoid contact. If either of you did happen to pass by each other in the common areas of the flat, no words were exchanged, and god forbid you made eye contact.

It was a good thing life had many distractions. 

Being a working member of society meant that you were more than eager to get out of the four walls of your bedroom after being at your desk all week. Saturday evening arrived like the answer to your prayers, and since you didn't go out much, you intended to have as much fun as you could within your means.

A notification sounded from your phone, informing you that the Uber you were currently in was approaching one of your favorite speakeasies. The sound pulled you out of your thoughts, the blur of buildings starting to look familiar. 

By recent habit, you tapped on your photo album to indulge the source of your guilt and irritation. Turns out when Jake stole your phone those couple weeks ago, he filled your gallery with ridiculous selfies— several blurry, taken at hilarious angles, and others, obnoxiously flirtatious, as if he intended to get a rise out of you.

He was shirtless in all of them, which only made your nerves hum, and your palms sweaty.

One photo in particular always made you feel hazy– Jake had fallen over your sheets, sweatpants hung low on his hips, and a veined hand wrapped around his neck like a choker, his demure, heavy eyes telling of his arousal for you.

Fantastic— As if you needed a fucking souvenir photo for that day.  

In frustration, you slammed your head back on the headrest, drawing a concerned look from your Uber driver in the mirror. The car had come to a momentary stop in a free parking space. 

"Sorry," you quickly apologized and hurried out of the car onto the busy streets of downtown.

A red neon sign that read Deities & Denizens glowed several feet above you, indicating that you were at your stop. You glanced at your reflection in a tinted window and smoothed your fingers over the soft velvet fabric of your dress, ending at the tops of your thighs.

The black dress dipped sharply to reveal the skin of your decollete, the panels wrapped and tied to the side of your waist. Its long fitted sleeves would keep you warm, as would your trusty thigh-high, suede boots you'd chosen for the night.

Thin, woven strands of leather kept them tied behind your thighs, and at the end of each dangled a silver horned charm. The heel gave you a couple of inches of height without compromising comfort, along with the false hope that you might have a chance at appearing less like a child next to Heeseung.  

You pocketed your phone into your dress and ran your fingers over the simple diamond choker resting at the base of your neck; it was a lovely gift from your mother, who you hadn't seen in a long time, and you've only worn it out on occasion.

A gust of wind from the cars driving by swept your hair, and the bustling street activity along with the chatter of people caused a thought to intrude on your mind.

What if I had taken Jake instead?

With a frustrated huff, you dropped your arms to your sides and yanked open the door to the venue.

Why would I even think such a thing? I'm here to spend time with–

"Hey."

To your left stood the man of the hour with his arms crossed over his chest.

Immediately your face brightened upon seeing Heeseung, who gave you a small smile in return.

"What are you doing over there brooding against the wall for?"

"Waiting for you, of course," Heeseung replied.

Well, you set yourself up for that one.

"Yeah, I know– Sorry I'm a bit late."

Although Heeseung was as much of a wallflower as you were, his exquisite fashion sense consistently garnered attention from anyone in close vicinity. Dressed head to toe in black with a sleek leather coat and dress boots, he must've been drawing glances from strangers since he arrived, even appearing slightly intimidating to you despite knowing him.

Heeseung pushed off the wall and made his way towards you. He easily pulled you into his arms as you rose to the tips of your toes, barely able to thread your arms around his neck in a warm embrace without his help.

Immediately, you appreciated the proximity; after all, it was the first physical human contact you've had in weeks. Almost wanting to just fall limp against Heeseung, you opted to rest your cheek against his shoulder and take in the scent of his cologne. He smelled of warm musk, and subtle spice layered over crisp apples, reminding you of a crackling fireplace amid the cold woods.

Heeseung felt you relax against him and rubbed comforting circles against your back in response. 

"You looked a little distressed there; something happen along the way here?"

Coming to your senses, you slipped your arms from his shoulders, but his hands settled on your hips, keeping you close. It startled you slightly, being able to feel the outline of his natural bulge press against you. 

Breath catching, you replied, "...No. It was just a weird Uber drive. You know how those can sometimes be."

"Next time, let's just meet at your place, and we'll go from there together," he looked into your eyes, and you thought you imagined his thumb slowly dragging over the curve of your hip.

Gosh, Heeseung feels different.

"You're sweet," Taking his hand, you tugged him along to the back of the restaurant, "Next time."

His skin was warm to the touch, and you willed your palms from getting sweaty. 

Heeseung leaned down, his warm breath tickling your ear, "You look beautiful tonight."

Even amongst all the noise, his gentle voice managed to send shivers across your skin.

"It's nice pretending to be a participating member of society once in a while," You smirked up at him, fighting the urge to shy away.

"It is nice, sometimes,” he agreed.

As you weaved between groups of people and servers alike, the aroma of the food spread on each table made your stomach growl.

"This place is pretty cool; the vibe reminds me of the 1920s," He looked over his shoulder, eyeing the busy old-fashioned bar drenched in warm lights, "Is this not where we're sitting?"

"Remember, it's a speakeasy– which means the bar we're going to is hidden further in," You turned around and stood in front of him as he came to a halt, "And you have to find it."

The both of you found yourselves in the middle of a dim hallway, luxurious glass cases filled with massive blocks of ice on trays to your left, rows of large steel kegs lining the furthest back wall behind you, and a mysterious door on your right. 

An amused smile tugged at Heeseung's lips as he brushed by you and reached for the gold door knob, the most obvious choice.

He peered into it curiously before shutting the door, "That is a fancy bathroom."

You chuckled, stepping aside to watch him further explore the space while taking in… well, him. 

Somehow Heeseung had grown since you last saw him in person; his shoulders had broadened, filling out his leather coat, and the slight angle of his jaw was more mature. A stranger probably wouldn't have guessed he'd move with such grace across the stage with his long limbs, but you knew how exceptional of a performer he was. 

Everything from his subtly styled hair to the steel toe of his boots was impeccable; Heeseung naturally exuded an intriguing aura that people picked up on even when he wasn't on stage. Perhaps it came with the familiarity of being in the spotlight. You've never been the sort to care to perform in front of others, and with Heeseung, you've never had to.

Heeseung curiously ran his hand over the wall of steel kegs and shot you a questioning look.

"You're hot," you hinted.

"Am I?"

You rolled your eyes as Heeseung held his hand out to you with a glimmer in his eye, "Come on."

Without a second thought, you took his hand in yours.

Jake wove his palm over a flickering candle, hunched over his chosen glass of amber poison. Its heat stung, but only when he stayed put for too long. 

It was no different with his sexual encounters.

He was reminded of how candlelight spilled over your serene expression in the bath and the mess of feelings that overcame him after your last tryst weeks ago. How he left you on your knees in that tub after everything— after he used you.

A pang of guilt throbbed in his chest, so he swallowed a mouthful of his drink, enduring the burn down his throat. 

"So, handsome. What are you headed after this, my place or yours?" A perfectly manicured finger reached out to trace the back of his hand, and he instinctively retracted it. 

… Instinctively?

"I don't have any plans, and I'll likely be keeping it that way for the rest of the night."

The woman huffed and shot an irritated look at him, then glared across the table at Jake's more relaxed companion. 

Jake glanced over at Sunghoon, who had an arm draped around another random woman that suddenly appeared at their table about twenty minutes prior, already sipping on her third martini.

As the woman at Jake's side downed her drink, Sunghoon shrugged at his friend’s prickly demeanor. "Really, Jake? Hey Jay, can we get another—"

Said bartender quickly approached their table from the bar and directed a threat to the man under his breath, "I will personally slip cyanide into your drink if you order another Zombie, Sunghoon."

"It's for Jake; look at him. The poor guy needs to get fucked up a bit," Sunghoon insisted, brushing his fingers through his bleached locks, "And then maybe he'll tell us what the hell has been going on."

Jay gave the younger man a good look, taking in Jake’s unusual stony expression before nodding and rolling up his sleeves, "…Fine."

Just as Jay turned back to the bar, he paused in his tracks. 

Sunghoon followed the bartender's line of sight to a young woman dressed in black, never mind the man next to her. 

"Is she a regular?" He asked Jay.

Jake didn't bother to turn around or listen in to the ongoing conversation, fully caught up in his vehement thoughts about you.

Jay's attention snapped back to the task at hand, and he began pouring a couple of glasses of water behind the bar. "Even if she wasn't– don't even think about it."

"Why, you got dibs?" Sunghoon probed.

"No. She's just never come off as the type that'd give you a chance– Plus, she's brought company, for once."

Jay approached Sunghoon's short-term object of interest for the night, who was admittedly his favorite regular and her plus one, who Jay– if he were being honest with himself– was a bit envious of.

Heeseung's expression upon entering the speakeasy was absolutely priceless. His mouth fell agape upon noticing the long wall lined with rows upon rows of skulls to the left where you both stood. The walls reached the incredibly high ceiling, decorated with obscure framed paintings and portraits of people staring down at the unsuspecting diners.

On his right, several deep, inverted shelves that were tucked into the walls displayed an impressive stock of spirits and booze for the clientele's ailments. People occupied each booth and table, yet it wasn't nearly as noisy as the restaurant outside.

The room was bathed in warm, dim lighting from the individual tea lights scattered along the tables and the grand candle-lit chandelier hanging at the center of it all.

"It's like something out of Disneyland, isn't it?" You said.

"Feels like a cross between Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mansion," He agreed, "It's right up your alley."

"Exactly," you smiled, tugging him to your reserved seats at the closest end of the bar.

On queue, a familiar face approached you.

"Hi, Jay."

"___," He greeted, replacing the reservation plaque on the marble counter with two glasses of water, "It's been a while, and you've brought company this time."

"I have! Meet my best friend, Heeseung."

"Hello, best friend," Jay nodded at Heeseung, who returned the gesture.

"Hello."

That drew a chuckle from you just as Jay brandished a menu with a flourish and slid it across the counter, "Let me know when you're ready, love."

"I will," you said shyly, unable to help yourself when interacting with the bold bartender.

Heeseung rapped his knuckles against the marble counter while looking after Jay as he walked off. He observed you closely as you studied the small, gold foiled menu. 

You slid a hand over your stomach as it growled, "I swear, I'm about to order one of everything."

"The menu's not that big," Heeseung propped his chin up on his palm, "Why don't we?" 

"Really?" You grinned, "You gonna help me finish it all?"

"Don't I always?"

"Yeah, yeah– keep thinking you put it away better than me," You drawled, finger running down the list of specialty cocktails to choose from, "What are you thinking drinks-wise?"

"Since you know what's good here, why don't you choose for me?"

"Aw, you trust me to get you something nice and sweet for your baby taste buds?"

Heeseung pouted, "I don't have baby taste buds."

"Yes, you do, Mister I'd like extra, extra sugar in my milk tea, please."

Heeseung gently nudged you sulkily, and you mischievously made a big show of nearly slipping off your stool. Just as he caught you, your hand shot out to grip his arm and steady yourself, a bit surprised to feel his muscles flex under his jacket.

"Geez! I almost fell on my ass."

He pulled you back onto your seat with ease, "You did not—"

"Ready for some drinks?" Jay suddenly reappeared after seeing your arms flail from across the room.

You straightened up, a smile plastered over your face. "Oh, yes. He'll have the Love Note, I'll have the Fallen Angel, and we'll get one of everything off the shareables."

Off to your side, Heeseung looked curious at the names of the cocktails you rattled off. 

"I'll put those in for you…"

You thanked Jay, but it appeared he wasn't finished speaking with you.

"… So, I received an anonymous request. This shot is from the hottest guys in the room," Jay sighed loudly, holding a glass filled with a creamy citrine liquid, "And they want you to go figure out who it is."

You stared at Jay, and he visibly cringed. "Hint: it's not me."

Heeseung gave Jay a tight-lipped smile, clearly not amused.

"I completely understand if you don't want to tip me." The bartender set the single shot glass down in front of you and quickly turned on his heel to tend to other guests. 

"What the hell?" Too curious for your own good, you scanned the dark room over your shoulder.

It was only a matter of seconds before you met the sharp gaze of a handsome young man with silver hair who sat on the opposite end of the room. A woman accompanied him, and another man with his back turned to you. 

The man facing you whispered something to his companion before sending an enticing wink your way. The girl at his side sent you a nasty look at the attention you were receiving, causing you to avert your eyes.

Unsettled and feeling a heat work up your neck, you were glad Heeseung couldn't see your face.

Then his dark haired companion turned your way, appearing somewhat lethargic until his sights settled on you. The same mixture of disbelief spread across both your faces.

Jake.

Heeseung paused. "Isn't that your roommate?"

"Yes," Your stool creaked as you turned back to the counter and stared down at the shot. It smelled sugary and citrusy; Heeseung would probably like it. "Yes, and I have no clue what's going on right now."

Jake's appearance at one of your favorite bars had to be coincidental. It wasn't his idea to send a shot over and get your attention, right? Did his friends even know what you looked like? He's never had them over except girls, and you've never taken any photos together, but it's possible Jake spilled everything to them… 

Shit. Did he actually? You hadn't even told Heeseung yet, but you hadn't exactly been planning on it.

Heeseung blinked at you in silence before his eyes narrowed in on your roommate. The last time they'd seen each other was through your laptop's screen, and Jake had been all up in your space if he remembered correctly.

Clearly, something had gone down between the two of you.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off you, even as you tried to duck your head out of sight… until he felt Heeseung's scrutinizing stare.

If looks could kill.

"Shall we people watch for old times sake? I'm sure it'll make them uncomfortable if they see us whispering to each other while staring at them," Heeseung suggested. 

You couldn't help but laugh out loud despite your nerves. 

In college, there had been countless nights you'd spent together in boba cafes while people-watching and whispering made-up stories of strangers' lives for fun. 

Perhaps it was a bit juvenile and silly of you two, but the stories you two spun had you doubled over in laughter by the end of the night. The two of you always did it on the down-low, but Heeseung must've been feeling a little bolder today. 

"…What do you think about the guy with my roommate?" You asked distractedly, preferring to speculate about Jake's friend rather than himself.

Heeseung spun your stool back around, so you both faced the suspected try-hards of the night. When his hand rested on the small of your back, you straightened up in your chair.

"He's likely a player if the guy's hanging around your roommate. Probably still in college and wants to hang with the big boys. I wouldn't be surprised if he pulled that stunt with the shot— tacky birds of a feather flock together." 

"Damn, you're not pulling any punches tonight, are you?" 

"I don't feel inclined to these days… it's an easy read."

Sunghoon's expression slowly shifted into a frown as he convened with Jake, who'd quickly turned his back on you.

You snickered, "I'd agree with you. The silver-haired kid probably secretly has a mommy kink."

Heeseung choked on his water, sending you into a fit of giggles only feeling a bit apologetic. He quickly recovered himself, shaking his head at you in disbelief.

"Sure you didn't pregame before meeting me here?"

"Hey, I'm here to have all the fun with you tonight!" You said.

"Right… So, what’s in our drinks?"

You shot him a sly look at how quickly he changed the subject but decided to go along with the flow.

“Love Note’s got vodka, gin & crème de violette. It's like a cloudy purple and looks a bit mysterious, but it's partly fizzy and tastes like candy. Even the presentation reminds me of you; you'll see when it comes," Heeseung found himself bashfully glancing down at his lap as you continued, "Fallen Angel supposedly has crème de menthe with gin & sugar in it. Not sure how that combination is with lime, but I thought, why not give it a try? Sometimes the names of drinks are enough to get me to taste it."

"Is menthe essentially mint? Kind of sounds like a toothpaste cocktail—"

"Don't even start," you warned, pressing a finger into his chest. 

Heeseung chuckled and you pursed your lips, the two of you sitting back to observe your surroundings again in comfortable silence.

To your annoyance, your eyes kept wandering back to Jake; you had to force yourself from staring at his back, feeling the weight of his unexpected presence on your shoulders. 

Giving Heeseung your full attention was challenging when so many things were pressing on your mind. Part of you wanted to leave after seeing Jake, but you didn't want to ruin your night with your best friend.

And even though you didn't owe Jake anything, you also felt the pressure to say something after weeks of silence, but you weren't sure what, and this certainly wasn't the place to do so.

Suddenly, the tips of Heeseung's fingers began tracing lazy shapes across your back as if he knew you'd drifted away in your thoughts. His touch sent tingles sparking across your skin, causing you to press your thighs together.

Oh gosh, what was he doing?

You felt Heeseung staring at you with a knowing look, and in a panic, you quickly reached for the forgotten shot on the counter before giving it a quick taste.

"Lemon drop. Try it," You tipped the glass towards him. 

Heeseung's long fingers curled around yours as he took the glass and knocked it back.

While Heeseung ran his tongue over his lips in consideration, you hadn't realized you were licking at your own, mirroring him. "Tastes like sour candy and vodka. I would've gotten you something different."

"Like what?"

"Just champagne, and lots of it," He said simply, setting down the empty glass.

"Quit making me out to be a drunk," you bumped his knee with yours and gave him an accusing look that had him beaming.

A chic string of notes filled your ears and drew your attention to the corner of the room; a live band had shuffled in and begun playing a sultry-sounding number that was a bit on the R&B side. Heeseung's hand dragged across your spine, causing you to squirm.

"___. Want to dance?"

You hunched your shoulders, at the thought. "Heeseung, you know I'm no good at dancing. I haven't had enough to drink yet to get into it. I really can't–"

"Dance with me," he whispered lowly.

The cocky look he gave you said you had no chance of skipping out this time. That this would be very different from the times you'd stubbornly stay on the sidelines whenever he found himself in the middle of a dance floor at the occasional family party you dragged him to.

Without a crowd to hide in, this just might be the first time in a while that Heeseung would push you out of your comfort zone. Whatever happened to the boy who let you have your way?

He threw his coat onto his seat and was already gently pulling you forward. With stiff limbs, you stumbled over to the small dance floor while hiding your face by staring at the tips of his leather shoes. 

Suddenly, you felt his warm hand brush the sides of your cheek as he delicately tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the slightest frown pulling at his features.

"What?"

Honestly, Heeseung didn't like seeing you like this, believing that you deserve the spotlight with how beautiful you looked… And perhaps for a more selfish reason.

His gaze turned chilly as he spotted your obnoxious roommate, keenly aware of his nuisance of a friend that sent you a shot, even picking out the slick-haired bartender who seemed to have garnered your warmth. 

Heeseung turned back to you, releasing a deep breath that you didn't think much of, "I was just thinking about how popular someone is these days."

You merely scoffed, “Never.”

"Why not?" He challenged.

You gave him a look as though the answer were obvious, "I'm me."

Heeseung sighed, and decided to let it go for the time being.

Oblivious girl, he thought.

On the other hand, he found it cute how your hands tried to find somewhere comfortable to rest, frantically running over his arms and shoulders in a fuss. 

With a chuckle, he caught your shaky hands before placing one just above his chest and clasping the other with his own.

"Are you trying to tickle me?"

"No, my anxiety is just through the roof right now," you admitted.

"Let's just sway," Heeseung held you by the waist and turned you around; that way, you could only see the band playing over his shoulders rather than the curious crowd, "Easy. You can do that for me, right, love?"

He's teasing me, isn't he?

When you said nothing and merely bit your lip, looking up at him cheerlessly, Heeseung grinned and pulled you tighter against him in reassurance. 

"I hate you," You uttered while furrowing your brows at him.

That was far from what he was hoping to hear from you that night.

"... I've missed you." 

In the blink of an eye, his expression suddenly turned troubled, and you were taken aback at his seriousness. It was difficult to discern the reason for the affliction in his eyes.

"I've… missed you too." 

There was no doubt that he could feel your heart beating wildly through your rib cage while you followed his lead, stepping side to side at a pace that was way too slow for the song. Regardless, Heeseung didn't seem to care about being behind one bit, proud that you were slowly catching onto the rhythm he set for you.

The odd look in his eyes lingered, even as he masked it with a smile and praised you.

"You've got it." 

However, he placed too much trust in you when he spun you around in a twirl, your stomach lurching when you felt the heel of your shoe catch on the floor. 

You cursed as you rocked backward, trying to brace yourself to meet the hard floor. The room swirled and then went still at the oddest angle in your vision.

To your relief, Heeseung's hands effortlessly supported your back and secured your wrist, suspending you in mid-air. At the angle he held you at, the room appeared upside down, and you found that you couldn't pull yourself up without his help.

"Heeseung–"

"Relax, ___," Heeseung's lips brushed against the pulse of your neck, an unexpected moan slipping past your lips, "I'm not going to let you fall."

Oh fuck…

Blood rushed to your head and downwards— pulse throbbing between your thighs as he finally pulled you right side up, securing you against him. With Heeseung pressed between your legs for the second time that night, you realized you didn't need several drinks to make you feel intoxicated.

Your surroundings were a blur as he led you across the floor, oblivious to Jake's steely eyes searing into you with longing from across the room.

"Heeseung," You repeated, more urgently this time.

The man noticed the shift in your tone and although you tried to sound intimidating, the underlying neediness in your voice nearly set him off.

The two of you stumbled into the back hallway, the live music growing quieter, and the sound of blood rushing through your ears suddenly audible. Heeseung steadied you by the waist as he pressed near, your back quickly hitting a wall as you did your best to quiet your pants. 

Deeply affected by the culmination of his touches and whispers against your skin all night, you struggled to get your thoughts in order.

He just–

"What is it, ___?"

Taken aback at his nonchalance, you searched his eyes, almost crumbling under the intensity of his stare. You glanced at your boots, needing a distraction with your heart rate rapidly picking up.

"M-my boot is untied."

Heeseung blinked while you reached down to fix it, but he was much quicker than you.

Lightly dragging his hands down the sides of your body, he dropped to his knee, presenting you with an indulgent view of him at your feet.

Heeseung's nimble fingers grazed the skin of your bare thigh, causing your teeth to tuck against your bottom lip as he adjusted the suede fabric in place. He reached behind your leg and caught the thin leather tassels to tighten in a pretty knot, the horned charm dangling against your calf. 

His hands never left your skin, even as his gaze flickered up at you.

You could only stare back, the concept of time arresting for you both. The slightest of Heeseung's touches made your core clench in want, thoughts devolving into a jumbling mess of insistent urges. 

He saw it all over your face, but you still tried to suppress it.

"I could've–"

Before you got another word out, Heeseung tenderly pressed his lips to the curve of your thigh, his warm palms sliding over your skin. 

Oh.

Your last shred of self-control slipped from your grasp upon feeling arousal drip down your inner thigh, your hands slapping over your mouth in shock. Heeseung pulled back his hand to inspect the wetness, assuming it to be sweat… until realization hit him.

"___," He said darkly.

"Fuck– I'm so sorry–" Wanting more than nothing but to disappear into thin air, you tried to get past him only to be caged in by his arms. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

When you clutched at his shoulders, he sought your undivided attention with piercing eyes that you refused to meet. 

"I'm sorry, I can't..."

Heeseung's voice softened as he moved his hand to thumb at your lips. "It's okay, baby. You can't what?"

To stay or to leave; your mind and body battled.

This is your best friend. 

"I can't keep it together anymore," your voice fell to a hush, but he caught it all. 

With a shaky breath, you slid your hands down his chest, feeling his taut muscles underneath his shirt– sensed him shudder with the difference in how you touched him this time.

When your gaze fell to his lips, Heeseung leaned forward until you pulled him against you, not an inch to spare between your bodies.

Once your lips slid together, you noted every detail about how he kissed you, how his tongue tasted bright and sweet as he heavily caressed yours in a way that made your mouth water. The kisses he gave you were deep and coaxing, never quite overpowering but certainly leaving you wanting so much more.

And the way he held you, no differently than the self-assured manner in which he did out on the dance floor, had you wondering why you never entirely gave yourself over to his embrace in the first place.

You hadn't noticed you were pressing your hips against his until he gripped beneath your thighs, hoisting you into his arms. Naturally, your legs wrapped around his waist, hands threading around his neck to run through the soft hair at his nape. 

Your eyes fluttered when he quickly rolled his hips into your core, your whiny moans muffled against his mouth. He was already so hard, and you were dripping.

"Oh, you like that."

"Hee—" You pulled away to catch your breath, but Heeseung merely dipped his head to press sweet kisses above the swell of your breasts, running his tongue along your gleaming choker. 

"Too much, baby?"

"No, but—" His thumbs rolled over your sensitive nipples through your velvet dress, causing more whimpers to leave your lips. "Mmn, fuck— Why are you doing this for me?"

"I could ask you the same question," he peered up at you and began to kiss along the soft line of your jaw, struck by how you melted into his touch, "Why do you think?"

"Hee, I can barely think right now," you huffed against his neck, mouthing a kiss against his pulse in return, "Back lounge, on my left. Hurry."

Once he set off in the right direction, you should've taken a moment to catch your breath but instead, you laved your tongue over the protruding curve of his throat, teasing over his adam's apple. The heat of your mouth drew a deep moan from him, a sound you’ve never heard, full of something akin to frustration and hunger.

Heeseung threw open the door, barely considering his surroundings as he laid you down onto the nearest ruby red couch, pressing you into the luxurious cushions. His hands left your body only to slam the door shut; then, they were back on your hot skin, roaming, and pleasuring, along with his lips. 

The moment Heeseung felt your nails dig into his shoulder blades, he lifted his head from the crook of your neck, voice straining as if he were holding himself back, “Use your words with me, baby. For once, don't leave me guessing what's inside your head."

Oh, you want to tell him you're aching.

That you've been aching inside since your first love left you feeling empty. That although you took back what you wanted from Jake and more, you still felt so unfulfilled for reasons you couldn't place.

Even now, as you realized Heeseung harbored feelings of some kind for you and that you'd been insistently ignoring Jake's odd ways of expressing his own. 

I'm moving too fast again, aren't I? There's a pattern here, you thought, as Heeseung captured your lips sweetly with his.

What did this pattern mean, and what did it say about yourself?

"I don't want to lose you," You gripped his shoulders, "If I let you do this, I'll lose you."

"___, you're not going to lose me." Heeseung dragged his lips against yours again, unable to get enough of you. 

Something deep inside you knew that wasn't true, not because of your lack of faith in Heeseung, but in yourself. Still, you chose to ignore it.

"You can't just do this," You finally got out in between kisses, "It's not fair."

Heeseung chuckled against your lips, "What isn't fair?"

"The way you've been acting all night, this isn't like you."

"Not like me, huh? That just proves we don't spend enough time with each other nowadays."

When your hand gripped his jaw, Heeseung bit his lip and swallowed a groan. "So, you do this to girls often? Flirt with them all night just to have your way with them?"

"No, I'm not like your roommate, ___."

The mention of Jake made you freeze, and Heeseung took note of it, eyes hardening.

"When I touch you like this," Heeseung dipped his fingers between your thighs, dragging them against your lace-covered pussy, and began to rub circles, "When I kiss you—," he licked into your mouth with a sigh, tasting your sweetness, and was delighted when you granted him more access, "— I mean it."

Momentarily, your eyes squeezed shut at the intensity of it all, your hand twisting into the collar of his shirt. 

Heeseung drove his point home when he took your hand and guided it to his lap, breath hitching when you didn't hesitate to palm his hard cock through his pants.

"Only you make me like this," he admitted breathlessly. 

You felt him up, kneading your hand firmly along his thick length. "Since when?"

Heeseung shook his head, inching ever closer, his thumb brushing over your flushed cheek. Those half-lidded eyes of his that bore into you had your panties dripping with arousal. "I don't think you would believe me if I told you, ___."

You were genuinely surprised at the suggestion of his words. 

"... I don't let just anyone kiss me, you know?"

"I know. I know," Heeseung punctuated with a graze of his lips across your collarbone, "So let me do this for you."

He switched from rubbing circles against your clit to dipping his fingers into your entrance through your panties to collect your wetness. Unhurried, the pads of his fingers spread it along the swollen lips of your pussy.

"You're soaked, baby."

You were fast approaching the point of no return for you two, if not already there.

"T-this is going to change things between us, Heeseung."

He paused. "Do you want that?"

There was nothing to be guaranteed about this exchange except for the inevitable drastic shift in your relationship with Heeseung. And even though he told you that you would never lose him as a friend, you questioned being able to guarantee him the same reassurance. Could the two of you come back from this unchanged?

You weren't sure what you wanted to be to him, and vice-versa. All you knew was that you needed him like this, right here and now. 

Why? Why am I like this?

"… I don’t know, I just know I want you." His eyes widened in slight surprise for a split second before they turned roguish, a haze overcoming them. 

"Alright then. Either you tell me what you want…" He tapped on your clit playfully, making your hips twitch "… Or you tell me when to stop."

"I don't have anything like a condom and I’m not on a pill," you admitted, knowing Heeseung would understand, "But do whatever else you want to me, Hee. Just promise me you'll make me come hard, please?"

Heeseung nodded, and it drove you nuts when he took his hand off your pussy to toy with the neckline of your dress while he leaned over your chest. 

"Oh, I can do that for you and more."

His hands slid under the deep collar of your midnight black dress to reveal your swelling breasts and pert nipples. Heeseung parted his lips as though to take one of your tits into his mouth, but his warm breath only ghosted over your nipples, a smirk slowly pulling at his lips as he watched you pull your hair out. 

Now he has the self-control to slow down?

"A-ah, don't tease me, Hee. You've teased me all night."

"You know, I've had that image of you with your pretty set of tits out in your kitchen burned into my memory ever since it happened. Hence, a bit of harmless teasing is only fair," Heeseung kneaded your breasts in his hands before he chose a peak to ripple his warm tongue against.

Inwardly you screamed, never expecting to hear those words come from Heeseung's lips, let alone see them wrapped around your tits. With the way he worked his mouth, you figured you could stay beneath him all night. 

"Haah— what have you done with the Heeseung I know and love?" You whined half-heartedly, embarrassed that he brought up that mishap of you dropping your towel in front of him over that damned video call. 

"I'm still here," He pressed a light kiss to your chin, "But I'm sure with some time you'll come to love this side of me too– So don't shy away from me, ___," he reached up to stroke your cheek tenderly before he leaned back down and switched between engulfing each of your nipples in tight, moist kisses. 

Heeseung would deepen the kiss against your breasts and suckle a little harder each time, provoking your moans to grow louder along with his pace. 

Fuck, you had almost forgotten how amazing this felt like.

Feeling desperate, you caught his wrist to lick a stripe against his palm and along the length of his fingers, needing something to do with your mouth. Heeseung slid two of his fingers past your lips, and you eagerly sucked on them, letting your tongue swirl over his knuckles and messily coat them in your saliva. 

Heeseung's groan rumbled against your breast, causing you to moan against his digits and buck your hips into his waist. His mouth slid off your tit, giving each one a final caress with his tongue, then he tugged you up to sit against the back of the smooth couch cushions.

Your head spun; it was utterly dizzying to be worshipped by him.

"Please, don’t stop touching me," you urged.

"I know, let me give it to you, baby,” Heeseung cooed, “Let me make your aching pussy feel better." 

Once he had you situated and comfortable, he sank to his knees between your legs, and just the rough appearance of him made your clit throb. Heeseung's dark hair was a bit disheveled from your entanglements, and his lips were swollen, glistening in the loveliest way. Then it hit you that he was still clothed from head to toe, to your disapproval. 

"Come here and let me take off your shirt."

Heeseung obediently sat up on his knees, and you leaned over, roughly dragging your hands down the center of his torso, the buttons to his black silk shirt giving under your fingers with a pop. He pushed back your hair to mouth kisses just under your ear, distracting you a bit. 

Once you undid his shirt, you made a point to admire his lean physique, unmistakably that of a dancer's. With too much excitement, you pushed his shirt past his broad shoulders to reveal his sculpted chest and abs.

"Wow," your brows rose as you trailed your touch down his chest, "You're literally ripped."

"It sort of comes with the job…" He glanced down at the carpet, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

There was that shy boy you were all too familiar with, but the moment Heeseung met your eyes again, he'd switched back to his current self, his gaze abounding with desire– and suddenly, you were the one faltering under his attention.

His bulge had remained prominent in his pants and empathizing with his needs, you reached down to touch him. However, he caught your hand.

"Let me take care of you first," Heeseung pulled you into a heated kiss, palms stroking along your inner thighs.

Oh god.

It was impossible to keep track of how many times Heeseung kissed you so far in the night, but somehow, each one felt sweeter than the last. 

"Still wet for me?"

"Yes," you shuddered as he trailed kisses down your stomach, hovering over your clothed mound.

Heeseung slipped his fingers under the lacy waistband of your panties and peeled the soaked fabric back from your pussy. He was enraptured with the way the strands of your slick fell against your skin, the scent of your arousal making his entire body ache.

"So pink and pretty," He sat back and spread his knees to steady himself between your legs, "Have you tasted yourself, ___?"

Flustered, you hesitated to answer, but when Heeseung inclined his chin, the truth came out, "...Yes."

"Naughtier than I thought," Heeseung tugged off your panties from your ankle and shot you a mischievous look when he brought the soaked fabric to his lips, "Bet you taste sweet."

He wouldn't—

Heeseung ran his tongue over the pool of wetness on your lace panties, collecting your arousal on his taste buds. The feverish look he sent you had you reeling.

“Hee…”

"I was right, but I think you're sweeter from the source." 

Speechless, your face burned, and your clit tingled as he tucked your panties into his back pocket and pulled you closer to him by your hips.

"Guess I'll just have to find out."

Heeseung dragged the tip of his tongue around your engorged lower lips, coming teasingly close to your clit just to blow a cold gust of air on it. 

"Oh my god, Hee, please," Your body trembled with unbearable tension as you tried to lift your hips towards him, chest heaving because of his torment on your body. "Don't tease—"

Finally, Heeseung flattened his tongue and sloppily lapped up your slit to capture your clit against his lips. You threw your head back as a moan ripped from your throat, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. There was no way the sensation of getting eaten out could ever get old to you. Although it was only your second time, you were positively addicted.

And Heeseung devoured you with fervor, the feelings he'd built up for you over the years finally releasing through this outlet of pleasuring you. He continuously rolled his tongue over your clit, and suckled kisses over the nub, the moist sounds mixed with his muffled groans filling your ears.

He felt so soft on your pussy— a perfect mix of gentle and frenzied to push you over the edge. 

"Ahn, fuck, you’re so good at this..." You praised while stroking Heeseung's hair away from his eyes; you were surprised to see the immense fondness in them. 

With a twinge in your chest, you realized there was no way you were his first, not with how skilfully he used his tongue. When did your Heeseung grow up in between graduating from university and the present day? 

Heeseung noticed your expression waver and immediately picked up the pace, pulling you back into the moment. He wriggled his tongue back and forth on your clit, and held you open by your thigh while his middle finger dragged up your entrance.

"A-ah! I haven't yet…"

With much difficulty, Heeseung released your clit with a smack and looked over you curiously. "You haven't what yet, baby?"

"I haven't fingered myself yet," You caught your breath, trying to read his reaction.

"Oh," He considered your words while playing with your wetness by circling his thumb over your pussy, "I'd rather we do what you're comfortable with then, baby."

"Well, I want to try it with you… if you go slow." You nibbled on your lip, trying to control yourself when Heeseung's insistent touches kept you squirming.

"Yeah? I promise I'll be very gentle. Tell me if you don't like it, and we'll stop," Heeseung rubbed his cheek against your thigh, his sweet eyes crinkling as he gave you a pleased smile, "I wanna know all the things that make you tick..."

With that, his mouth was back on your pussy, lovingly working you open and getting you back into the mood, so you were thoroughly soaked to take his fingers.

Knowing how much you liked it, Heeseung reached up to squeeze your tits and rub at your sensitive nipples, eliciting a muffled moan from you as struggled to stay quiet. The combined stimulation of all your sweet spots had you reeling, the start of an orgasm building in your core.

Heeseung pulled back only to cover his index and middle finger with his own saliva as he observed your conflicted expression from under his lashes. 

In that moment, he realized he’s never wanted to ruin you more than now.

Swiping his tongue over his lips, he twisted a single finger against your entrance, mixing his saliva with your slick. At the slightest pressure, your pussy gushed with arousal.

"Hnhn, H-Hee–"

"Relax, baby, you can let me in. I'll go slow, promise. One finger at a time."

Determined to keep from clenching, you released a breath and calmed your nerves, your hands moving to squeeze your tits out of comfort. Heeseung took the opportunity to press into your warm folds, and you felt him nudge even deeper inside you.

"You're doing so well for me, ____. Want me to keep going?"

"Yes," you nodded and felt his knuckles slowly push past your slit to stroke against your velvet walls.

"Oh shit–" You seized around his digit and spilled more of your wetness onto his hand.

"Feel that, how deep I am?" Heeseung felt so hot, rubbing your insides so wonderfully, and it was just the effect of his single finger.

"T-this is intense..." 

"Your body knows it was made to take this," his voice deepened, "See?"

Heeseung took his sweet time, letting you feel every sensation of him slowly pumping in and out of your tightening walls. A surge of wetness accompanied his fingers each time he pressed in, your insides overreacting to his intrusion while you mesmerized him.

"God, you won't stop dripping, baby," he remarked in awe, swiping his tongue along your pussy to lap up your wetness. 

"A-another," you splayed your hands out against the velvet sofa and coerced him with a grind of your hips, feeling as if you were about to go insane.

Immediately Heeseung appeased you; he worked a second finger into your tightness, attempting to stretch your walls that resisted him. So he eased out slightly— pressing back in at the halfway point— and peppered your thighs with kisses. At the same time, he thumbed your clit to give you a break you didn't realize you needed.

Of course, you thought he was only teasing you to death, and two could play at that game.

"More," you untied your dress completely, letting it fall open while you fondled your breasts seductively from above him, "I want more."

"Need more of my fingers inside of you, baby? Is one not enough for this tight pussy?" Heeseung smirked at how quickly your demeanor shifted in comparison to just before he began to finger you.

The intense pressure in his pants persisted, but he was doing his damndest to keep himself in check, determined to see you come undone first. Because the moment you walked into the lobby, he felt it in the air, in the way you nearly dissolved in his arms; you needed this.

"Yes, yes— need more of you," you begged.

So Heeseung didn't hesitate to resume fitting his knuckles past your walls, and once he felt your insides give, he filled you with his fingers. The man didn't give a damn about your slick spilling past his wrist and soaking into the velvet texture of the sofa— he was much too preoccupied with the way your beautiful body writhed under him, testing him.

The stretch of his fingers was perfect, your luscious moans and the deep flush over your skin incredibly telling of your pleasure.

"Ahn, haah, Hee…"

Heeseung curled his fingers against a sweet spot deep inside of you, and laved his tongue over the expanse of your pussy, sucking tenderly at your clit.

“R-right there,” you sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut. 

There was no way you'd last any longer at this relentless pace; you were already arching off the cushions, and Heeseung had to hold your hips down with his free hand to finish you off.

He moaned deeply against your clit upon feeling your fingers thread through his hair to brace yourself against him, his lips and tongue working together to suckle and plunge into your pussy ‘till you spilled your sweetness against him. 

"Oh god, oh god, ohhh god…"

"C'mon, sweetheart," Heeseung sped up and slid his fingers from your entrance only to twist them back in at the perfect angle, "Want you to soak yourself, want to taste you on my tongue for the next week— come on me, baby."

"Heeseung– Hee–" Your hips jerked against his face once, twice— and you nearly blacked out from the ecstasy of his tongue shaking against your clit, his fingers heavily stroking your insides even though you squeezed him like a vice. 

You were falling apart in a way you never have before, the closest you've ever been to being filled, and you could almost cry from the crashing waves of pleasure flooding your body. Everything felt so blindingly sweet; it was incredible.

When your tremors began to subside, you could barely open your eyes and prop yourself up to look at him, taking in one of the biggest messes you've ever been a culprit of— from the soaked cushion underneath you to Heeseung's cum stained lips and chin. His reddened cheeks and jaw were glistening as well and you felt like fainting on the spot. 

Heeseung wasn't quite done with you because he pressed your knees into your chest and buried his hot tongue inside you with a deep squelch. He continued to lap lower between your cheeks, then back over your taint, and along your folds to kiss your swollen nub.

"Mmmn," He hummed against your skin teasingly, and there was no way you could hold yourself up anymore, so you fell back with a breathy moan, fingers tugging on anything of his that you could grab hold of.

"Fuck, Hee!"

An excess of heat spread across your face, body trembling from Heeseung's rather passionate acts. Pleased with your reactions, he sat back and massaged his palms over your legs as helped you stretch them out, a wince pulling at your features.

"Such an obedient pussy. You took my fingers so well for your first time, baby," Heeseung smiled, mouthing along your thigh.

How were you supposed to move a muscle after that? You felt drunk out of your mind.

"T-that felt so good, Hee."

"Yeah? How good?"

All you could do in response was tug him against your lips for a kiss that lasted until you both had to break for air. 

Why was it so easy to kiss him?

Heeseung's eyelids lowered as he stood up and slid against your side. "Huh, so good enough for a second time?"

"Maybe," You shoved at his chest, and he fell back against the sofa cushions while you climbed over him, "It was good enough for me to want to do something about it right now, so I'll let you choose."

You steadied yourself over his lap on the sofa and ran your fingernail along his pant zipper, still a bit shaky from your orgasm. "When you come, do you want my pussy rubbing on your cock or my tongue?"

Heeseung looked genuinely conflicted. "...What if I want a little bit of both?"

"Both?" You questioned, unsure if you should be flattered or taken aback, "For you, I could make an exception… Why, you want me every which way that badly, baby?"

Heeseung grazed your chin with his thumb. "___, I'm just being greedy since I haven't seen you in so long."

"… Tell me, why all of this all of a sudden?"

Heeseung settled back against the couch with a sigh and pulled you onto his lap, quietly considering your question. You let him, but neither of you moved besides his palms caressing over your hips. Part of you was hoping to get some insight into his feelings for you without this being an outright interrogation. 

"It may seem sudden to you, but it's not for me," He admitted, “Back then, I leaped at any opportunity to hang out, like when you'd invite me to study at your favorite boba shop after classes. You were always the focused sort, and I admired you for it, but when we'd sit at those long tables, and you'd lay your head on my lap while you slept— well my thoughts would run wild."

"Seriously?" You smirked, "How wild?"

"Shamelessly so. The depraved side of me thought about you laying on your stomach next to me and quietly unzipping my pants to suck on my cock while no one was looking. The equally terrible, naive side of me wanted to pull a Sleeping Beauty, but I knew I would've gotten my ass beat, and rightfully so."

Holy shit.

"That’s so… I can't believe you thought about me that way," You murmured, despite the reframing of your innocent memories with Heeseung making your face burn.

"I know, but can you blame me? I mean," He ran his fingers up the side of your waist, admiring your figure, "Look at you, you're beautiful."

"I am so embarrassed right now," You admitted under your breath.

He held your hands against his chest and chuckled when you started shrinking away. What else were you supposed to do under such circumstances? Heeseung was the sweetest, but there was only so much attention you could take in a night.

"Hey, don't get shy with me because that's not all."

"It's not?"

"No. ___, you had your shit together, and I was just a kid who probably wouldn't have survived university without you whipping my ass into gear. I always looked up to how you took care of the people around you, even if it was your special brand of tough love."

You stifled a laugh by biting down on your lip, taking in his words. 

"I felt special being one of the few, but I knew you had a reputation for being a bit of a heartbreaker. People who dared to ask you out never stood a chance," Heeseung smiled, then hesitated, "... I never got the chance to tell you, but I got into some relationships after we graduated. One was a little more serious than the other, or so I thought."

He failed to hide the disappointment and hurt in his expression when your features wilted in confusion. It was impossible to identify the untold feelings you experienced in that very second, but most of them had to do with the astonishing fact that Heeseung had fallen in love when you weren't looking; when you should have been looking out for him as his best friend.

"They didn't work out, and it was for reasons out of my control," He glanced at you, and was touched to see your concerned expression, "But you know how it goes sometimes."

Heeseung knew about your first love, which you'd shared with him long ago— but he didn't know about Jake. 

Stunned, your mind raced for something to say in response. Even though you nodded slightly and remained quiet, he could see you processing his words with a forlorn expression.

"It's okay. It's one of those things you come out stronger from, you know?" Heeseung reassured you, even though it should have been the other way around, "I only brought that up because I could never get enough of you back then— even now."

Absentmindedly, he ran his hands down your arms; his even gaze slowly descending your body, making you even more breathless, in your emotional state.

"I always wished you were my first, it made the most sense, but I made my choices. I guess I was too reserved with my feelings and didn’t realize I should be a little more honest with myself until we started doing our own separate thing. It's hard, but I've been trying to be better at that." 

"Heeseung."

Just the way you sighed his name had him lightheaded as if he weren't already hanging on a thread with you in his arms. It was almost too much when you cupped his cheek with your palm. His eyes fluttered shut for a mere moment before they took you in with deep affection.

Heeseung continued, "I know you, ___, so tell me later when you've taken some time to think. Way down the line, after we've caught up and you've given me the time of day to properly express everything to you," He pressed close to you, his lips barely brushing yours, eyes steady, "But please don't make me wait too long. I'm here when you need me... when you want me."

"Like now?" You asked, already knowing his answer.

"Yeah— like now."

With a gentleness that threatened to undo you entirely, Heeseung moved his lips against yours, causing a fluttering in your stomach that was reminiscent of what should have been your first.

So many should-haves and could-haves.

However, Heeseung in all of his abilities was intent on disallowing you to dwell too long on the past. His restless lips on your skin and hard body beneath yours served as a reminder that in the present moment, he wasn't anywhere in the world but right here with you.

The entire expanse of your skin felt ultra-sensitive under his touch because of your last orgasm, but he still pushed your limits. His thumbs rolled over your puffy nipples, the addition of his insatiable kisses bringing them to pleasured peaks while you panted sweetly, and soon enough, you were dripping from between your thighs onto the dark fabric of his pants.

"A-ah," You gasped against his neck and bucked your hips against his waist when you felt him drag his middle finger between your folds and circle your clit. He did it again, swiping at your slit and pulling back a few inches to see your pre-cum string along his fingers.

"Look at you falling apart on me. Your body can't get enough, can it?"

"Can't imagine how you feel, Hee," You shot back, even though you were about to lose it, "You must be aching."

"I just might be," Heeseung grunted and lightly squeezed your jaw, “Think you could take it if I stuffed your adorable cheeks with my cock, baby?"

"Yes,” you breathed.

“Good answer.”

With that, you were quickly undoing the closure of Heeseung's pants, wanting to feel the heat of his cock against your pussy and tongue, in whichever order he wanted. He strained under the layers of fabric, but once you tugged his pants and black briefs low enough on his hips, you dipped past his waistband and seized his cock.

You salivated at the gorgeous sight of him; Heeseung's thick girth was incredibly hot to the touch, pulsing against your hand with considerable length. Your finger traced along the ridge of his tip up to his bubbling slit, wanting to taste him.

You slid off his lap to kneel between his spread thighs, and god, did he look gorgeous staring down at you with darkened eyes and a flush across his cheeks. His bare chest rose and fell irregularly, and his muscular thighs on either side of your body flexed under your ministrations.

"Fuck," Heeseung groaned when the first thing you chose to do was to press a kiss to the head of it, wetting your lips with his pre-cum as you locked eyes with him. You gripped him at the base with both hands and coated his cock with more of your saliva, gliding your mouth along the sides of his length and sucking messily at his overflowing tip. 

He was so incredibly tasty.

"Sucking my cock perfectly," Heeseung ran his hands through your hair, doing you a favor by holding it back from your face. Grateful, you hollowed your mouth around his cock and sucked continuously, ignoring the ache in your jaw from his size, making sure to adequately accommodate him. His shaft slid against your face when you'd lick along his base and mouth at his balls, smearing saliva and pre-cum across your cheeks. 

"Like that, Hee?" You asked around a mouthful of him.

"Ah god— Yes, yes. Wrap your hand beneath my balls and fist my cock with your other hand. Good,” Heeseung reveled at your acquiescence; it showed through his commands and praises, "Suck a little harder; that's it. Show me what you've got, baby."

Heeseung could feel himself grow desperate when you continued to pump his cock with one hand and took his balls captive in your other grip, how you slurped and stretched your lips around them; holding his gaze all the while. Even with absolute self-control, he was slipping under your touch; every graze of your mouth seemed beyond his reality.

Anyone would slip, he reasoned, due to his adoration for you all that you were, from your humanizing faults to the few passions you held dear and everything in between.

But not just anyone could attain your favor as he did– and the darkest part of him wanted to ensure it stayed that way, regardless of who came before him and those who would try to come after.

Pushing the irritating thought to the back of his mind, Heeseung found himself enamored with the view he had of you between his thighs, your eyes glossy with lewd sounds spilling from your throat, pleasuring him with a vigor he knew he didn't deserve. It was officially his second favorite view next to being between your thighs, his face streaked with your cum while you convulsed in ecstasy. 

Mine.

Amid Heeseung's length occupying your mouth, he nudged you off his cock and dragged you up into his lap. 

"Enough of that," He gripped his flushed cock and swiped the tip of it teasingly along your sopping folds, "You're amazing baby, but I just wanna feel you like this. Wanna see your eyes roll back when you come from humping my cock. How's that sound?"

All you could do was nod eagerly, and make pathetic noises of agreement against his damp neck.

He's just as worked up as I am, but he somehow hides it better than me.

Heeseung let his soaked shaft fall against his abs, and then his hands were kneading into your ass, sliding your lower half against the underside of his hard cock. The head of it rubbed against your clit with each thrust, the knot in your core tightening more and more. 

"I want you to look at me when you come, ___."

Your nails dug into his chest, and you shut your eyes tight, feeling dizzier than ever. "No, I can't. That's too much…"

"I wasn't asking," He whispered lowly, nipping at the lobe of your ear.

When you lifted your head to look at him, Heeseung recognized the same helpless expression you wore on the dance floor. It was the one you'd put on during unwanted attention, precisely when overthinking got the best of you. 

"___, it's just me," He cradled your face in his hands and comforted you with a soft peck on your lips, ”It’s just you and me. Look...”

Obeying Heeseung, you watched the way you met each other’s hips in tandem, his red cock peeking out from between your folds with each messy thrust, your bouncing tits framing the perfect view of your deprived body.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” Heeseung tipped your chin back up to look at him, “I’m about to come just from how good your pussy feels on top of me. The taste of your sweet cum nearly did me in, but here I am, letting you get off on me again. It’s driving me nuts—“

Heeseung’s brazen confession made you whimper, your muscles tensing up, “— But I think you love grinding on me, like I’m your big, personal teddy bear to get off on in secret. Is that all I am to you, ___?”

“N-no,” You shook your head and weakly denied his words out of shame, even while your thighs burned from rubbing your slit against his cock non-stop.

“No?” Heeseung had the gall to laugh, albeit breathlessly as he caressed your cheeks, “You’re so cute.”

Just as he saw your eyes start to shake and lose focus of him, Heeseung began to grind his hips deeply against yours, drawing out your orgasm with never-ending stimulation to your pulsing clit. The force of his thrusts was jarring but so perfect as you rolled your hips into him, smothering his cock with your pussy while he watched your lovely features contort into an even more euphoric expression. 

Heeseung just couldn't get enough of your rapturous moans, proud that they most definitely could be heard through the walls. He felt his impending release near just from you clawing at his sweat-stained skin, chasing his lips of your own accord.

"F-fuck—" You choked out when he continuously lifted and slammed you down against his hips despite you being sensitive, his rough fingers digging into your flesh, "Heeseung!"

In a heartbeat, Heeseung was overwhelmed, pure bliss fiercely invading his senses by force after such well delayed gratification. He hid his face against your shoulder with a tempered growl as hot cum shot against his damp chest and abs. 

To your satisfaction, Heeseung's release smeared into your stomach and inner thighs when you rocked into him despite trembling, helping him through his high. With how he held you so tightly against him, you felt like you'd almost burst against his chest, but he loosened his grip on you immediately once he realized his strength in the moment.

"Sorry," He huffed against your lips, "I’m sorry, baby, I thought I was holding back. You just feel so good…"

"It's okay," You swiped his damp hair back from his dazed features, pretty sure that you looked as out of it as he did, "You came a lot…"

With a hoarse laugh, he responded, "Yeah, guess who's fault that is?"

Heeseung's jaw went slack when you dipped your head to run your tongue up his chest to taste his sticky release, and you were immediately taken by his taste. It didn't help that you went so casually about it, swiping remnants of his cum off your lip with your thumb just to suckle it clean.

"... Whatever do you mean? I plead innocence."

God, so help him.

His mind sang three words over and over when his sight focused on your glowing face, but he withheld them, knowing all to well that you weren't ready to hear them.

So instead, he kissed you, for all it was worth, even though he knew it wasn't enough to make up for your past, the old wounds and fresh ones alike.

Still, he had to try.

He had to.

When you both emerged from the lounge and peeked into the main room, it was empty and quiet save for two workers that were on the night shift.

Jake had left, and you were relieved.

Jay was flipping up the stools of the bar so his co-worker could easily mop the floor. At the bar's edge, you spotted Heeseung's coat, your watered-down cocktails, and bags of food that Jay must've thoughtfully bagged for you.

How sweet… and embarrassing!

"Shit. Jay, I really appreciate you packing everything up for us," You slowly approached your belongings, the handsome bartender acknowledging you with a nod, "Um, can we close out with you and finish our drinks?"

"Sure thing, lov–" Jay's eyes darted to Heeseung at your side before he cleared his throat, "Sure thing."

Heeseung slid his card across the marble bar before you could pull out yours, and Jay swiftly took it over to the cash register on the opposite end.

"Hey," you glared up at him, "It was supposed to be my treat. This is what I work hard for."

"Well, the next one's all yours," he said just to quell you.

Heeseung moved his coat off one of the remaining two stools and took his seat facing you. You remained standing at the bar, a little too antsy about being judged by Jay and the employees to take a seat. Afterwards, you did your genuine best to clean the stains out of those luxurious sofas, but god forbid they put two and two together, and you'd never be able to show your face in this establishment again—

"___," Heeseung held his glass towards you, "Cheers."

Looks like you were the only one who was worried.

You forgot that you were starving and even more so after… all that. Drinking on an empty stomach was not the brightest idea, but you didn't want it to go to waste. With caution, you took your glass in hand and clinked it against his, the citrusy peppermint aroma wafting off the light emerald liquid.

You took a sip as Heeseung tried his drink. Minty indeed, but you refused to make the connection with the flavor of toothpaste.

"Verdict?" You asked him.

"It tastes good; sweet although it lost its fizz. I like it," Heeseung eyed the heavy swirl of deep purple beneath the floating opaque cream in his glass, a small grin growing on his face, "Tell me your psychological analysis on how this drink reminds you of me again…"

"Oh, you can forget it," You brushed him off when you knew what he was getting at and instead began to drain your cocktail clean. 

"Wait, let me try," He reached out, and you moved to hand him your drink. Instead, he gently took hold of your jaw and swiped his tongue past your lips, making your stomach flip as if the filth that took place in the past few hours didn't just happen.

"Mm–"

Heeseung pulled back ever so slightly, his voice dropping seductively, "I actually kind of like it. Reminds me of those fruity mints you'd feed me to keep me awake during classes."

"I'm sure that doesn't bring back the greatest memories. Still, you remember the little things, don’t you?"

"Can't help it when it comes to you."

Someone cleared their throat and startled you.

"Hey, thanks for coming guys. Have a great night," Jay returned Heeseung's card but also had something to whisper to you, "Jake covered half of the bill."

Your brows rose, "Jake did? You know Jake?"

"Yeah, he's your roommate, isn't he? I sort of just found that out tonight; we're friends. He said it was to pay you back for something he owed you," Jay said simply.

You nodded dumbly. 

"By the way, this goes for both of you guys,” Jay addressed Heeseung, “Don't mind that silver-haired guy's shenanigans, it's just our dumbass friend’s way of stirring things up on a night out. I only oblige because I get paid."

So, Jay just expressed he thinks you and Heeseung were more than you initially let on, but Jay still didn’t seem to regard differently than normal… Did that mean Jake kept quiet about you two?

"Oh, no worries…” you unintentionally drew out your words while searching for your thoughts, "Did Jake head home a while ago?"

Jay's eyes shifted to Heeseung momentarily, noticing the man's rather impassive expression, "… Yeah, I think he decided to stay over at Sunghoon's place."

You nodded, "I see. Well, thank you for everything, Jay.”

"Thanks," Heeseung said to Jay, with one hand full of bags and the other slipping into yours. 

"… Of course. See you guys around."

This time Heeseung saw you home, the entire way.

You felt the alcohol hit quickly during the Uber ride; usually, it'd take a few drinks, but since you were on an empty stomach, it affected you quite a bit. Besides the tiredness in your muscles a calmness came over you, and you couldn't stop staring at Heeseung along the way.

When Heeseung noticed, he found it amusing but didn't try to start anything with you. He just stared back momentarily and squeezed your knee, leaving his hand there to gently caress your skin. 

It was hard to leave him when you found yourself staring at the door to your apartment, keys in hand.

"It's late…" You stated, and Heeseung looked surprised when he saw your sweet eyes inviting him in. 

Lord, was he tempted to.

He had inkling that you were more to Jake than he first thought, and there wasn't a single part of him that sat right with it. For tonight, at the very least, he could leave you in peace knowing your likely-to-be drunk roommate wasn't in.

Heeseung decided to be forthright with you, "It is late… but if you invite me in tonight, I can't guarantee what might happen."

Even though his words were promising, he was right to warn you. There was only one thing left to do after messing around with him and this wasn’t about having protection or not… What were you thinking? 

Slightly disappointed at yourself, you nodded and slid your hand from his grasp, but he caught it— held it.

"I had an amazing time with you," Heeseung began, "But it almost felt like I didn’t catch up with you enough. You know what I mean?”

Ah, beyond making out, going down on each other and sweet talking… Honestly, with the way things had been going, I’m not really sure if that could’ve been helped. 

“I do,” you said.

“Then are you down to do this again, soon?”

“So like, do what exactly?” You giggled and lifted a brow at him, “Catch up more?”

Heeseung smiled at your tipsiness, “Yes, but how about I take you out to an amusement park or something like that and we have a day to ourselves. You down?” 

“Hee, I haven’t gone to one in so long! Obviously, I'm down.” You bounced excitedly on your toes. 

“Yeah? I’ll ask you again in the morning, alright?”

“Mhmm,” With the alcohol clouding your thoughts, you weren’t sure whether to pull him in for a kiss, a hug or both.

Heeseung being both a tease and gentleman, decided for you and pressed a kiss to your cheek that lingered with heat. 

Damn.

Feeling cheated out, you pressed your body flush against his and hung your arms around his neck under the guise of a hug. You sensed Heeseung tense up and heard his sharp inhale, knowing he could feel every soft contour of your body because you could feel his. He embraced you against his chest— tightly— and released you just in time before you lost it.

Heeseung looked down at you; his eyes heavy and dilated, “Good night, ___.”

Oops.

"Night, Heeseung… get home safely."

"Thanks. Don't forget to eat," He said over his shoulder, holding his half of the food in tow.

"Oh, I won't,” you smiled.

Once you slipped into your dark apartment, you set down the bags to lock up with a sigh. 

The lock clicked in place, then suddenly, you were being pressed up against the door by a warm, hard body behind you, a whiff of hard liquor hitting you first before the intoxicating scent you knew to be—

"J-Jake?"

His arms squeezed you tightly just beneath your breasts, locking you against him. Jake’s soft breath tickled your neck as he buried his face against your shoulder.  

"Missed you, ___."

 –

AUTHOR’S NOTE CONT.

Big thanks to those of you who have been waiting for this and spurring me on to get this up through compliments and feedback! To preface this post, I'll be taking a little break from this series to work on some other ideas I've been thinking of, but how fast I get back to writing this depends on what you guys are wanting too. I might do an 800 follower celebration and take requests also, so stay tuned (I'm 6 followers away lol)!

I've always pictured this to be a slow-burn and tagged it as so since part two. Between this chapter and the series finale– Jake has an obstacle course to get through before he can win MC's heart. Let's be honest, the boy needs to suffer a little bit of what he put MC through. Likewise, MC has to sort her shit out.

Also, it turns out a lot of you are Hee biased with Jake as your wrecker based on the survey I put out a while ago (just like me hehe). I wonder if some of you are still team Jake after this chapter or has your allegiance changed in IOU? Or both?

Please let me know if you enjoyed it and want more asap or are more interested in new AU’s. Feedback from you has proven to keep me motivated! 🖤⚰️

— P.

[theprettyarachnid]

arcane char reaction to the reader appearing to be a soft and cute person but end up to be cruel and a little bit of rude.

a/n: i had to look up pet names at one point for this and one of them was "daddy mack" and i don't think i'll ever recover from that

warnings: like 1 curse word

characters: jinx, vi, viktor, jayce, silco, vander

Jinx

🕷 She'd probably find out because one of Silco's gang members were picking on you about how you shouldn't even be in Zaun

🕷 Before Jinx can say anything to shut them up, you're already giving a rude and snarky remark making her burst out laughing

🕷 Jinx wouldn't let the guy live it down and honestly likes that side of you, especially when she feels like shit-talking

🕷 Will sometimes say something just to get under your skin so she can get a reaction out of you

Vi

🕷 One of the reasons why Vi was attracted to you was because of your seemingly soft nature

🕷 Think of it as kind of balancing each other out

🕷 When she found out about your tendencies to be more cruel, she would honestly find it hot

🕷 You two would be in an argument when you said something and she had to do a double take

🕷 "what did you just say?"

🕷 At first you thought you went too far but Vi was actually just horny

Viktor

🕷 I can see him actually being quite surprised by your rude remarks

🕷 Some rich high top snob had made a snide comment about Viktor's limp which made you go right up to them and give them a piece of your mind

🕷 Viktor the whole time 🧍

🕷 He'd probably be a little embarrassed mainly because no one has really stood up for him like that

🕷 Would drag you away while you're still insulting the guy

🕷 Eventually he does get used to it and may even find it amusing at times, especially if you're telling off some big Piltover hotshot he can't stand

🕷 You two definitely mock and joke about of some of the citizens of Piltover, whether that's behind closed doors or hushed whispers

🕷 "doesn't anyone else find it a little... strange that hoskel always plays with children's toys during council meetings?"

🕷 "i believe he has a collection,"

🕷 "do you think he steals them from orphans?"

🕷 Cue Viktor starting to choke on air in the middle of a council meeting making everyone stare

Jayce

🕷 Mans would be flabbergasted

🕷 You two would be at home and he would be ranting about how Heimerdinger isn't letting him and Viktor continue their progress with Hextech

🕷 "isn't heimerdinger like hundreds of years old? i'm sure he'll croak any day now."

🕷 "y/n!"

🕷 Would be beyond embarrassed if you did it in public, especially if it was at an high profile event

🕷 "y/n, i told you to behave."

🕷 "i am! besides, mel had it coming... and you have to admit her face was pretty funny."

🕷 It's true he does find your snide comments a cynical jokes funny in private, especially if he is in a bad mood because of his work

Silco

🕷 He honestly finds great comfort in your cruelty

🕷 I feel like he would already know your true nature before you even showed him, why else would you be recruited into his mob?

🕷 also finds it kinda seggsy

🕷 Whenever someone has fucked up, he always goes to you to think of punishments

🕷 "what should we do with him, my beautiful nightshade?"

🕷 "the rats seem to be hungry, especially since it's closer to winter."

🕷 "consider it done."

Vander

🕷 He might be a little surprised but he wouldn't judge

🕷 Vander wasn't exactly considered a saint in his youth, far from it actually

🕷 He would be kind of relieved that he knows you can take care of yourself because he wasn't quite sure when you first started dating

🕷 You've gained a name for yourself in The Last Drop, not just because of your relationship with Vander but also because of your snarky mouth

🕷 He just wouldn't want you to accidentally get caught up in the law with the enforcers

🕷 He sometimes gets a little curious and likes to hear your thoughts about some of the customers in The Last Drop

[vimara00]

How a relationship with Shoto Todoroki would develop by Vi ✨

Hi everyone, It's Vi! ✨ Today I was thinking about how would a relationship with Shoto be like so I wrote this. Hope u enjoy! ☺️ (Again, I'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

Warnings: none, just fluff

All character reservations to Horikoshi

Strangers to friends

• When you both entered the U.A, Shoto wasn't interested in making friends as his mission was to supperpass Endeavour. He didn't have time for things as trivial as establishing relationships and he made it known to everyone around him. However, everything changed when he scored a low grade at the spanish exam. He actually thought he could manage that class easily without help but it didn't seem like it and that really damage his self-esteem. Aizawa already knew Shoto would've a negative reaction so he suggested to asked his classmates for help and let's just say, the idea didn't thrilled him. Everybody was asking Yaoyoruzu, Bakugou or Deku for help but he was too proud to asked them. He would figured out something by himself.

• Shoto spent the whole week reading Spanish books but he just couldn't grasped the concept. Also, his irritation grew more as his classmates were progressing faster that him (thanks to the tutoring lessons they were given)

One afternoon in particular, Shoto was in the library working on some exercises when one girl from his class appeared. She grabbed a book and sat down near him. As much as he would like to say he couldn't care less about her, he definitely knew who she was. Her name was y/n, she had an air manipulation quirk and a very distracting face. And by "distracting", he meant "the prettiest face he's ever seen" and what bother him so much it's that, more often than not, he would give quick glaces her way during class and completely forget what he was doing.

Shoto has never been able to make friends as his father always put training above more mundane things so he had cero social skills. So this "attraction" he felt towards her was also something he had never experienced before and even he wanted to get closer to her, he just didn't know how so instead, he did his best to ignore her. However, it was kind of difficult as she definitely was the nicest person he's ever meet.

• y/n saw he was struggling with some spanish exercises and offered to help as it was her first language so it was easy for her and eventhough he declined her offer many times, she helped him anyway. It was actually the best decision she could ever make as not only he got on of the highest scores in class but also, Shoto finally let her get closer to him even if he still had this "unapproachable actitud". And that's how their friendship started and honestly, everybody was shocked that the 1A's rain of sunshine was friends with Todoroki.

• At first it was only saying hi to each other, sitting together at lunch and training together. However, over time, Shoto warmed up to her (and also to others) so they hung out at y/n's bedroom where they watched movies and also had this tradition where they would go to different restaurants or cafe every month.

• After the Sports festival, Endeavour offered y/n to do a internship at his agency along with his son but, for Shoto's relief, she said no as she went to pro hero Hawks agency. Eventhough he would've liked to spent more time with her, he wanted to keep his father away from y/n and her quirk. He felt the need to protected her but little did he know that wasn't just him being connected with but something else; something more deeper and he was about to find out...

Friends to lovers

• Fuyumi invited Shoto's friends, Izuku and Bakugou, to have dinner at their house but Endeavour and her were not expecting someone else to appeared after they all were at the table. Shoto had sent a last minute message to invite y/n but didn't want to tell his sister beforehand as she would've pushed the topic and, honestly, he wasn't ready to rationalized those feelings. Because lately, he's been feeling this kind of excitement every time he caught a glimpse of her, smiling a lot more when she was around and his breath was taken away when she would put her head on his shoulder or held his hand. He could be dense sometimes but he wasn't an idiot, deep down he knew this meant something else but was too coward to act on it. Everybody was shocked to see the young lady as Shoto was someone who kept his private life for himself. Izuku, Bakugou, y/n and him survived the tense situation and where about to head home but not before Fuyumi did an interrogation to Shoto about this new friend of his. Her sixth sense told her little brother was in fact, in love with the e/c girl. It was just too obvious! his sister noticed how his normally "irritated face" (because of Endeavour) light up when y/n arrived or how he was always attentive and paying attention to what she did or what she was saying. Also, when she asked y/n if she was Shoto's girlfriend he did not denied but blushed instead. So she really hoped his brother could be happy with her and treat her right

(Of course Fuyumi gave y/n her number for exchanging recipes and update her about his little brother)

•One particularly day, during training, Izuku and y/n were sparing together, something very unusual as she always trained with Todoroki. At first, he thought that maybe she just wanted to try fighting with other quirks (eventhough theirs work perfectly together) so he kept going with his day as usual. However, when she sat next to Midoriya at lunch and were having a very animated conversation, he started to feel a bit irritated but didn't say anything. That night, he had been so busy that he ended up showering really late. As he was walking to his room, he saw y/n coming out of Midoriya's bedroom and when she realised he just caught her, her eyes widened and she nervously said goodbye to him and left in a hurry. Oh, Shoto saw red! If it wasn't for the fact that Deku had closed his door quickly, he would definitely be freezed by now. He didn't like this feeling of pure range but he couldn't help it. Since when they got along so well? What was so fascinating about Midoriya that everybody fell to his feets? Gosh he prayed she didn't like his friend like that cause he didn't know what he would do. All this interaction lighted up an alarmed that remainded him that she won't wait forever, that he needed to confess before he lost her to someone else

• Shoto couldn't sleep that night, planning his confession and imagining possible scenarios and reactions to it. He didn't know if she felt something more than a friendship and honestly, he was scared shirtless cause he didn't want to lose their great friendship, he wouldn't known what to do with himself if y/n rejected him. He couldn't go back to how his life was before her appeared in it and made it worth living beyond a revenge. And, eventhough he was terrified of her response, it was better than to keep those feelings bottled. So the next morning he left a letter on her desk saying he needed to talked to her and that they should met at the school's terrace.

• Once she stood in front of him, he didn't let her ask any questions and just went straight to the point (as he always did) "Look y/n, the reason I called you here today was because something's been bothering me for a while. You and my feelings for you. Since we first spoke, I thought you were too good to be actually true and when you became my friend, I felt blessed to have someone I can trust and who doesn't judge me. Someone who taught me that it's ok to cry sometimes and that my feelings are valuable. I even started to opened up more to others. And all thanks to you! I'm not gonna lie, when I saw you with Midoriya yesterday, my heart hurt cause the thought of being so close to you yet losing you, was just too much. I know I'm being selfish. You deserve someone who has no trouble expressing their emotions or someone who isn't carrying childhood scars that haven't healed yet (emotionally speaking) Maybe you should be with someone as nice as Midoriya" he paused and continued "but what I'm trying to say is that, if you ever feel anything for me that makes you appreciate the good things above all the bad things I have, I swear to love you with my heart and soul. Take it both of them, it's full of you. Take all of me y/n, I'm already yours anyway... It's ok if you don't reciprocate, I mean you don't -" And Shoto was definitely not expecting for her to kiss him but he won't complain. The kiss was a bit clownsly as they were inexperienced but it was beautiful because they loved each other and they would've time to learn. From that day, Shoto kept his promise to loved her and protect her and he felt in love with her every day all over again.

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The Love Slideshow

Gif is from Pinterest, but thanks to whoever made it.

Summary: When you return to the Avengers Compound, you have the strangest news that your best friend is dating the microwave. As if that wasn't bad enough, Natasha pulls a prank and you end up with a slideshow to prove a point.

Warnings: (+16) brief angst just because they are idiots, Friends to lovers, kissing, lap sitting, teasing, heavy make out but no smut, love confessions, talk about self-value, insecurities, self-worthy, mutual pinning, bad jokes, and avengers being a big annoying family, very fluff || Words: 9.730k

A/N: This is, in many ways, a love letter to Wanda. And aside from the headcanons, it contains almost everything I really think about her relationship with Vision. I also wanted to write something smut-free at least once in a while. Soon we will return to our normal schedule because I have plans to write Professor! Wanda. Tell me what you think, if is good, if you think I should write a part two or nah. And p.s I appreciate you all.

All Works Masterlist || AO3 || Wattpad || Part Two

--//--

Usually, the road puts you in a good mood.

Beautiful landscapes and the movement of the car helped you think, but after escaping from a bunker underground, getting involved in a shootout that almost cost you your life, having to flee for four whole days, and still driving your way back, you were far from happy.

You just wanted to get to the compound soon, take a long shower and eat some warm food. Maybe answer a few questions from whoever was curious about the mission, and then fall asleep in a real bed for the first time that week.

You did this. You were wearing a comfy sweatshirt and finishing some good soup, figuring you could watch some sitcom before bed when a certain android suddenly came through the kitchen wall and almost made you knock over your plate with fright.

"Jesus, Vis, don't do that." You complained, receiving an apologetic look from the robot to which you just nodded saying it was okay.

"Forgive me for the intrusion, Miss L/N." He asked as you went back to eating. "It's good to have you back in the compound."

"Thanks." You muttered.

Vision shifted the weight of his feet half-heartedly and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Is there something you want to say to me?"

He gave a short laugh. "Actually, there is." He said, clearing his throat. "There' s a situation that I need assistance with. And well, naturally I sought out Mr. Stark at first, but he had a comical response and told me he had no way to help with it. Captain Rogers seemed uncomfortable with the subject, and I thought it best not to insist. Miss Romanoff told me to talk to you."

You swallowed before you spoke, your confused gaze on the anxious robot in front of you. "And why did she tell you that?"

"Miss Romanoff said that you participated in an infiltration mission two years ago where you retained specific knowledge of the subject." Vision retorted and you put your spoon down in the soup pot.

"You'll need to be more specific mate."

Clearing his throat again, Vis straightened his posture before continuing:

"First of all, you may not be aware of the new nature of my relationship with Miss Maximoff. In the weeks you have been away, we have officiated our romantic relationship and-"

You cut off Vis' speech with an incredulous laugh, thinking he was joking. The robot made a confused expression.

"A-are you serious?"

"Yes, Miss." He returned and you laughed again, shorter and drier. Locking your jaw, but leaving as neutral a face as you could you asked him to continue. "As I was saying, Miss Maximoff and I are in an affective romantic relationship. I have been, how can I put it, studying Wanda's reactions. She seems willing to reach a new level of physical intimacy, but as a synthesized, I don't have the same needs."

You wanted to dig a hole in the ground. You just mumbled that you were listening, and Vision kept talking.

"I have contacted the other Avengers about this occurrence, and in talking with Miss Romanoff, she mentioned that a few years ago you were working on a mission where your primary cover was as a sex educator, and that you would have the necessary knowledge to assist me." He continued. "Actually, it will be a double help. It has come to my attention that Miss Maximoff has never been in an intimate relationship, and I wouldn't want to do anything wrong."

You were going to kill Natasha. Honestly.

With a sigh, you stood up. You had lost your hunger completely.

"Vis, I..." You took a deep breath to keep from cursing at him. "I've had really tough weeks. Let's leave that conversation for tomorrow, okay?"

He hesitated, but then nodded and you forced a smile before you left the kitchen making your way back to your room in record time.

–//–

The next day you awoke to a soft weight on your bed.

"Wake, wake, sleeping beauty." Murmured a female voice in a teasing tone, and you murmured sleepily, opening your eyes to find yourself face to face with Natasha Romanoff - dressed in workout clothes - lying beside you.

"Get out of here, I want to sleep." You mumbled sleepily, closing your eyes again. Nat chuckled beside you.

"No chance, I want to know how the conversation with Vision went yesterday."

You grumbled loudly, sinking your face into the pillow. "My god I thought that was a nightmare." You commented getting another laugh as Nat moved to get out of your bed towards the wardrobe.

As you woke up, she separated a workout outfit for you. Reluctantly, you sat up in bed, yawning and rubbing your eyes.

"Why do you hate me, Natalia?" you asked and she just raised an eyebrow at you, tossing the clothes at your feet.

"Why do you say that?"

"Telling Vision to ask his sexual doubts to me? That was a really low blow. The fact that I call you my best friend." You explained as you took off your sweatshirt to put on your uniform. Nat rolled her eyes.

"Y/N, you really can't see the big picture can you?" she retorted, receiving only a confused look in return. With a sigh, she moved away to the door, "Let's run and I'll tell you why I'm brilliant and you'll be thanking me instead of whining, cry baby."

You raised your middle finger at her, but Nat just laughed, leaving the room.

After brushing your teeth, and stealing an apple, you left the silent compound - only you and Nat had woken up, and maybe Steve, but you didn't see him - and went running around the facility.

Many minutes later, when you were panting and sweating, Nat finally let you take a water break.

"Okay, feel free to explain the incredible reason you traumatized me last night." You asked as you opened the water bottle. Nat laughed, stretching her legs out beside you.

"Isn't it obvious?" She retorted smiling. "What did I tell you it was going to happen if you didn't make a move on your not at all platonic feelings towards Wanda?"

You almost choked on your water. But you pretended to be unaffected - which didn't work much because Nat could see your red cheeks - and just cleared your throat.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You grumbled, but she laughed shaking her head.

"I said you'd miss your chance." She clarified. "And what happened? Exactly what I said it would."

You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the floor and grimacing. Nat laughed at your behavior.

"If this is all about you wanting to say 'i told you so'..."

"No, Y/N." She cut in more gently. "You two are complicated, but I figured this time away would be exactly what you needed to build up your courage. The problem is that Vision made his move first."

You shifted your gaze to your own lap, your fingers tugging at the tips of the grasses on the ground.

"How the hell did that happen anyway?" You asked thoughtfully, and Nat sighed, taking a seat across from you.

"I have no idea." She said. "I was quite surprised when Tony told me. I think it started shortly after you traveled."

"No, it has to have happened before." You muttered. "Wanda is not exactly the kind of person who embarks on a relationship in such a short time. I just wish I had noticed it before..."

"And what would you have done? A pout like now?" Teases the redhead in front of you causing you to snort in irritation.

"Well, I would have said it's ridiculous to begin with!" You defend yourself. "Do we even know if he is capable of caring about her?"

Nat shrugged, thoughtful as well. "I just know it happened, and you need to pick up your game. I've tried to talk to Wanda about this, but she's not exactly willing to open up about her relationship with a machine to everyone. I get the impression that she assumed I was going to make fun of her."

"And you were."

"Absolutely, but that's not the point." Nat commented making you laugh weakly. "The point is that I realized, from these little attempts to get some information out of her, that there is an uncertainty there. I don't know why she got into a relationship with the microwave, but neither of them seems sure what they are doing. You still have a chance."

You sighed, resting your face on your knee as you hugged your legs. "I would have rather you had told me than hear Vision say that Wanda wants to sleep with him."

Nat laughed, making a cute face. "Sorry, detka, but I needed to see your reaction."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't." She retorted and you smiled, rolling your eyes. "I'm joking of course. It was just a perfect opportunity that came along for you to get more information about this."

"What do you mean?"

Natasha smiled. "It's like a spy mission, Y/N. Study it a little bit. Find out how it happened, why it happened. And if you have enough intel, you'll be able to make a decision that hurts as few people as possible."

"You are an evil genius, Romanova." You retort making her laugh. With a sigh, you straighten your posture, wiping your grass-soiled hands on your pants. "I'll think about it."

You offered your hand to help her stand, and Natasha pushed her shoulders against yours as you both started walking again.

"Don't look so sad." She commented. "The situation isn't ideal, but I know what I'm talking about. You still have a chance with her."

"I hope so, but if not, I can always leave the country." You joke, escaping Nat's pinch to go back running.

–//–

The kitchen of the compound was full when you and Natasha returned - the two of you laughing softly at the updates the redhead gave you about the past few weeks - but your laughter turned into an exclamation when two arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

"Wow." You exclaimed in surprise, wasting no time in wrapping your arms around the brunette's waist to keep the two of you from falling. "Someone missed me." You joked, receiving a giggle from Wanda as she pulled away only to look at you.

"You arrived and didn't even speak to me, moya lyubov." She commented almost annoyed, and you pouted.

"Forgive me, darling, it was so late I didn't want to wake you."

"I wouldn't have minded. I missed you." Wanda retorted looking at you so fondly that you felt your cheeks heat up. Her hands came down to yours intertwining your fingers together, and you could swear she was leaning in, but then a blue figure was appearing beside you the next moment, a stronger hug that almost knocked you backwards.

"Pietro, easy!" You heard Wanda complain, but you just laughed, letting go of her hands to hug your friend.

"Are all the Maximoffs gay for you?" Natasha sneered behind you before skirting around and leaving to join the others at the table.

Pietro loosened up the next moment, talking quickly about missing you, how the compound got boring without you around and how he was practicing new things with the others, and you laughed as you asked him to breathe and speak more slowly.

"You have no idea what's new, Y/N." Pietro began as he threw an arm around his sister's shoulders. "A hilarious thing has happened in the last few weeks. Wanda started-"

Wanda let out an exclamation, and a red thread of magic kept Pietro quiet as she removed his arm from around her shoulders, and cleared her throat.

"Stop spreading gossip, and let Y/N breathe." She asked quickly and was already pulling you away from the confused yet well-humored boy. "Come on, you must be hungry." She told you leading you to sit at the coffee table with the others.

You would have thought it funny that she avoided a subject you already knew about if it wasn't for the bitter feeling on the tip of your stomach. You wished the others good morning and avoided looking at Vision, imagining that he would have an anxious look about the previous evening's business, something you wanted to avoid at least at mealtimes.

Natasha seemed quite willing to do just the opposite.

She sat down in the chair opposite yours, while each of the Maximoffs took a seat next to you. You smiled in thanks to Wanda for passing you the toast without you even needing to ask, but your smile faded as you noticed the mischievous expression on your best friend's face.

"You know Pete, I updated Y/N on some things, but I left the best part out." Started the redhead, and the silver boy giggled, while his sister stood tense in the chair next to you.

"Y/N, you're going to love this one." Pietro then spoke up. "It happened a few days before you left, but Vision and Wanda are dati-

“-ing.” You complete with a forced laugh. "Yeah, I heard." Pietro was quite surprised, and you felt Wanda's gaze on you, but you didn't look at her right away. "An unusual couple, yes?" You joked feeling your stomach turn, Pietro laughed nodding.

"We're still trying to figure out exactly how that happened." Pietro continued. "Tony's bet is some kind of problem in Vision's algorithm, maybe a hacker attack and-"

"Shut up, Pietro." Wanda grumbled angrily, slamming her juice glass down hard and getting up to sit in the living room.

You sighed, ignoring the giggling of Pietro and Nat at a completely chaotic table, who hadn't even noticed that Wanda was upset, and stood up behind the brunette.

She sat down in one of the armchairs, a plate in her lap, but she was just poking at the bread without really eating anything. You put your hands in your pockets as you stopped beside her.

"What made you so grumpy, little witch?"

A small smile tried to leave Wanda's lips, but she bit them to avoid it, a move that immediately attracted your attention. If she noticed you looking, she didn't show it.

"Don't call me that." She retorted.

"But you love it."

Wanda let out a short chuckle, rolling her eyes. She mumbled something that sounded like "just because you're the one saying" but you weren't sure, and didn't insist, as you took up the armchair opposite hers.

"I wish I had been the one to tell you." She comments once you are seated, feeling your gaze on her.

"Why?"

"Because." She retorts, making you smile. You just stare at her for her to clarify further, and Wanda kept her gaze on her lap as she did so, "I just wanted you to hear it from me. I don't know, I didn't want you to get the impression that I was hiding things from you."

"And were you?" You inquired, and Wanda frowned, facing you again.

"No!" she said. "I mean... Damn, maybe. It wasn't like that."

You gave a sad chuckle, settling back against the armchair. "It's all right, Wands. I won't be mad at you for not telling me about your boyfriend."

"I wanted to." She defends herself. "I just...I didn't know-how. And it's something new, and I didn't know how you would react and..."

"Not so different from Pietro and Natasha, I assure you." You comment causing Wanda to become silent. She stares at you for a moment, a mixture of shock and annoyance on her face, and then swallows dryly.

"Well, if you're going to mock me too I'll eat in my room." She declared standing up. She was really upset, ears burning red, and hands clutching her plate tightly. You think she looked lovely.

You giggled, waving goodbye, which only seemed to irritate her more before she left the room.

You were thinking about finishing your coffee, when Vision approached your armchair.

"Miss L/N, perhaps we can continue our conversation from yesterday." He started but you widened your eyes, and stood up abruptly, giving an awkward little laugh.

"I have many tasks, comrade! I can't help you now. I'll talk to you later." You warned, and ran out of the room so quickly that you could have been mistaken for Pietro.

–//–

Wanda was avoiding you - and Pietro, Nat, or any avenger who wanted to torment her - and you were avoiding Vision.

After eating breakfast, and taking a shower to cleanse yourself from the run, you changed into comfortable clothes and decided to hide in Bruce's lab.

The scientist seemed well aware of the whole thing, and he chuckled when he saw you sneaking inside.

"Let me guess, running away from certain lovebirds?" he asked and you let out an annoyed huff.

"Don't call them that."

Bruce just laughed, shaking his head as he went back to his notes. You took the opportunity to circle around until you sat down on one of the stools.

"Is it okay if I stay around?" You asked, and the other Avenger shrugged, looking focused.

But you couldn't stay silent for long. "Hey, Bruce, if I had a hypothetical question involving hypothetical people would you hypothetically help me?"

The man laughed, nodding in the affirmative. "Go ahead, ask."

With a sigh, you tried, "In your professional opinion, what is love?"

Bruce frowned slightly, a little surprised by the question. You guessed he expected you to ask directly about Vision or Wanda.

Without taking his focus off the activity, he was thoughtful for a few moments. "Well, Y/N, for the field of biology, love is a chemical reaction in your brain. But you can end up having a variety of interpretations on the subject."

"What about from a robotics point of view?"

"I believe that is something you should ask Tony." He jokes, and you sigh, crossing your arms. The scientist takes off his glasses and turns toward you. "If you really want my opinion, and that is, from a biological standpoint, no Y/N. Vision is simply not capable of feeling love, or anything at all."

"And what other point of view is there if not that?" You retort, and the avenger gives a short smile.

"Well, maybe the one from the magic stone in his head." He clarifies. "Things have never been simple, and they're sure got stranger when gods and that sort of thing proved to be real. Maybe Vis can love her in a way other than the one you love her."

"I never said that-" You start to defend yourself with warm cheeks, but the look from the other Avenger makes you sigh. "Fine, you got me. B-but it's not just about my feelings. I want to understand what's going on."

Bruce nods, leaning on the countertop behind him.

"Well, despite the teasing, Tony was interested in the subject. Jarvis and Ultron were AI, unable to feel, because all a robot understands are binary numbers in its algorithms. Everything that's there was put there." He explains. "But Vision has something else."

"The stone is what causes these feelings in him, then?" You deduce received a nod. "Thank you, Bruce. I'm going to go talk to a certain God now."

Banner laughed, waving goodbye as you walked away to leave the lab.

Thor was almost always in Asgard, or off the earth, mostly to study the stones around the universe. Fortunately, last week he had come to visit his girlfriend and was in the compound for the next few days.

You found him illustrating the statue of Mjolnir in his room.

"Enjoying yourself, your highness?" You teased startling him, and the blond quickly covered the hammer, pretending not to be admiring it.

"Y/N! You're back!" He greeted with an awkward laugh, moving closer to hug you tight and consequently usher you out of the room, and close the door. "Good to see you, mortal."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Good to see you too, rain lord."

The blond rolled his eyes with amusement at the nickname but didn't correct you. "What can I do for you?"

"What makes you think I want anything?" You retorted making him chuckle.

"You have that determined look of someone who is up to something. Go ahead, say what you want."

You sighed. "I just want to know a little more about the mind stone."

Thor frowns slightly. "Oh, sure. I can help. But, why don't you ask Vision about it?"

You hesitate, but force a smile. "I'm on some kind of secret mission. I don't know if you're aware but he and Wanda are in a relationship now."

Thor grimaces then laughs. "What? That's the weirdest thing."

"I know, right?" you retort in the same tone. "But I want to understand where this came from, because it just doesn't make sense to me how this ended up happening in the first place."

"Wanda knows he's made of metal, doesn't she?" Thor tried thoughtfully, and you laughed humorlessly, nodding. "Mortals are weird."

"Very much so." You agreed. "Do you know anything about the stone that might explain how that happened?"

"Not really, other than what you all already know." Thor comments crossing his arms. "Six objects of power linked to aspects of the universe. The teachings of Asgard refer to them as superior beings, but they don't really possess a mind like my people or yours. I don't imagine that love comes from the stone, it's just a mystical rock. It doesn't feel anything."

You absorbed Thor's words in silence, and he was equally thoughtful. "But Vision can lift Mjolnir, right? I thought it was the stone that made him worthy."

The blond man laughed. "You can too and you don't have a stone on your head." He commented making you smile. "The stone is an object of immense power, greater than my hammer has ever carried. If the goddess of death can carry and destroy without being worthy, the singularity must be able to as well."

You nodded in understanding. "Thank you, Thor. I'll...try to organize my thoughts. But thank buddy, you've been very helpful."

–//–

Natasha and Pietro found you hiding on a balcony, a video on metaphysics playing as you dozed against the pillar.

"That's the saddest thing I've ever seen." Commented the redhead to the runner next to her.

"I thought you talked to her." He returned with a frown.

"I did!" Spoke the widow. "I think that's part of the plan."

"She intends to sleep and hide until my sister breaks up with toaster?" Ironized the silver one, receiving a short laugh from Nat before the widow kicked your feet lightly, waking you up.

You were startled, and your cell phone slipped from your hand to the floor below, but Pietro simply ran and picked it up at high speed, curious about the video you were watching as you rubbed your eyes.

"Are you really trying to find a logical explanation for the worst couple ever to form on the planet?" The boy asked, and you laughed humorlessly, stretching.

"I just wish I knew how to talk to the two of them about it."

"I think you're just looking for an excuse other than 'I'm in love with Wanda' to explain why you hate their relationship." Natasha retorted and you snorted softly.

"It doesn't matter." You muttered getting up and taking your cell phone back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to tell Vision that I can't help with sexual tips."

Nat laughed at Pietro's confused expression. "You don't want to know, fast boy."

With Friday's help, you asked the new couple to meet you in the meeting room in half an hour.

"Miss Maximoff has politely asked you not to speak to her." Informed the system on the first try, but you just laughed as you arranged the slides.

"Tell her it is not a postponable appointment." You insisted, and the AI was silent for a long moment before informing you that Wanda had begrudgingly agreed to participate.

Vision arrived before she did, and you had to ignore your own embarrassment and irritation to tell him that you weren't going to start explaining until Wanda arrived.

"Please, can we join in?" Someone said from the doorway, and you laughed as you saw Pietro and Nat standing there, denying it immediately with your head as you approached to push them away into the hallway.

"Get the hell out of here, I'm warning you two!" You spoke, but Nat was pushing back, pleading about wanting to see the reaction of all of you, and Pietro was quick enough to run from your hands. "You know what? Pietro, did you know that Nat has a secret sister? Her name is Yelena, she lives in St.Petersburg with the rest of Nat's secret family, and you two would be great friends."

Nat stopped struggling immeditately, widening her eyes and Pietro also stopped running only to jump at Nat the next second with a million questions.

The widow threw you a warning look, but you just nodded in farewell as she tried to run away from the speedster down the hall. You returned to the room, and within minutes, Wanda joined you.

The witch weirded out the lack of the other Avengers right away, but you had already closed the door behind her.

"Please, Wanda, have a seat." You asked seriously, and the brunette frowned, but obeyed.

"Y/N, what are you...?"

"I think this is my fault, Wanda." Vision interrupted the witch's question, standing up as you turned on the presentation. "I asked Miss L/N last night for assistance regarding the new phase of intimacy we are reaching in our relationship and-"

"Jesus, you did what?" Wanda cut in shock and indignation, standing up. You raised an eyebrow at the interjection, Vision had a confused expression completely clueless as to what had infuriated the witch.

"Dear, I explained to Y/N that as a Sintentized I have no experience with human needs. You might recall how disastrous my attempt to cook something was and..."

"Oh my god, that's not like cooking!" Wanda retorted angrily, and you sighed, gesturing to them.

"Please, I know the situation is awkward, but I would like to bring this matter to a close as quickly as possible. For the good of my mental health, just take a seat both of you."

Wanda hesitated, but a moment after Vision obeyed, she did the same. Crossing her arms with an angry frown.

You chuckled lightly before turning on the project. "I needed to make a timeline of events to understand exactly how we got here." You began, pressing the remote to start the presentation. "I started with the emergence of Vision."

Over the next few minutes, you briefly reminisced about Ultron's conflicts, the birth - if you could call it that - of Vision, and the recruitment of Wanda and Pietro to the team.

"Despite how close I am to both of you, neither ever told me there was anything going on that was more than friendship." You commented, and Wanda looked away to the floor almost guiltily. Vision straightened up in his chair.

"The nature of our relationship changed when you left, Miss L/N." The robot clarified. "Wanda and I were friends, and then, we were more."

You cleared your throat, wanting to push that horrible feeling in your stomach. "I see." You murmured. "And h-how did you realize you wanted to be more?"

Wanda shrank back against the seat. Vision smiled almost nostalgically, "Well, from the moment I met her, I've been attracted to her. I don't know how to find the right words, forgive me, but it's feeling, almost…”

"Magnetic?" You completed and Vision looked surprised, but nodded in agreement. Wanda raised her gaze to you, but you bit the inside of your cheek as you turned to the screen again. "Forgive me if I offend you in any way in this presentation, Vis, know that it is not my intention. I was just curious to understand exactly how, not one, but two artificial intelligence systems would come to the conclusion of love in your source code."

A graph of Vision's body appeared on the screen - notes on his compositions, software stability status, that sort of thing - and although the robot let out a short exclamation with a smile saying "look, that's me.", Wanda stood tense in her chair.

You moved the image of the graphic so that the focus was on the robot's power center. "There's no kinder way to say it, so I'll just say it. From a mathematical and biological standpoint, Vision is simply incapable of having feelings." You stated, and the android looked confused but didn't interrupt. "So I tried to look for a magical explanation for the thing."

Wanda didn't interrupt you, she wasn't looking at the presentation but you knew she was listening by the way she was curled up in the armchair, her fists clenched in her lap.

"I talked to Thor, and tried to gather some Shield files on this, but the conclusions weren't that different." You continued. "My opinion is that it has a connection to Wanda's powers."

She frowned, finally looking at you. Without hesitation you continued, "The Stone retains a comic signature. It is the one who gave Wanda her powers, and now, it is part of Vision's consciousness. It is natural for him to experience a magnetic feeling towards you, Wanda, because it is the mind's stone recognizing itself in your magic."

There is a moment of silence in the room. Vision is the first to speak. "Well, that clears up a lot of things then. Since I am not able to match your biological needs, I believe our relationship should come to an end, Miss Maximoff. We can continue a working relationship, but it must be strictly-"

Wanda stood up abruptly and threw you an angry glare before marching angrily out of the room.

You sighed and turned to Vis. "Dude, this is not how you break up with a girl."

"Wow, I'm sorry. Do you think I should apologize?" He asks and you gesture in the negative, handing him the control.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to her." You say. "Pack things up for me, please? I'll try to keep Wanda from destroying the floor."

But despite your expectations, when you reached Wanda's room a few minutes later, you didn't hear the sound of anyone furious. Only low sobs that were worse than anything else.

Knocking softly on the door, you wouldn't blame her for sending you away. But, seeming willing to totally surprise you today, Wanda opened the door.

The magical string faded into the air as you closed the wood behind you, the figure lying on the mattress with her face buried in the pillows made no mention of reacting to your presence, although the crying ceased.

You walked to the end of the bed, but didn't sit down, hesitating about what to do or say. Wanda was the first to build up the courage.

"Why did you do that?" she asked low and hoarse, and you swallowed dryly, trying to look at her face more clearly, but she was staring at the wall.

"I don't know."

"Bullshit." She accused bitterly. "You were mean for no reason."

"I didn't mean to be!" You defended yourself, almost deciding to shut up, and ask for forgiveness when Wanda looked at you angrily, her eyes swollen from crying, but her irises red with her magic. "Go ahead. Read my mind, you'll know I had no intention of hurting you."

"I don't want to! I want you to talk to me!" She retorted, her eyes returning to their normal coloration. But you gave a dry laugh.

"What am I going to say, Wanda? That I was surprised you started dating without telling me? Or that you waited for me to travel to do so, and didn't think for a second to write me about it? Or who knows, maybe we can talk about how the hell you ended up dating a piece of metal?"

"Don't talk like that!" She asked angrily, and one of the pillows flew right into your belly, but you caught it quickly, shaking your head in disapproval. "He is my friend! He's not... He's almost human but he's-"

"A machine." You insisted, returning the pillow to the bed, and kneeling on the mattress to approach Wanda. She curled up against the headboard, trying to control her tears.

"There's nothing wrong with loving him, Y/N." She tried softly, and you sighed, sitting down beside her. "He's good and kind, and he treats me so well. He-

"Can't love you." You retorted almost impatiently. "He simply can't, even if you both pretend differently. Just numbers and metal in his head, Wanda."

The brunette looked away, hugging her own legs. You sighed. "I just wanted to feel loved."

"Is that what this is about then?" You questioned in a calmer tone. "It breaks my heart to see you like this, sweetheart."

"Like what?" she challenged with a dry laugh.

"Hating yourself to the point where you think the shallow affection of a machine is all you deserve."

Wanda let out a tearful laugh. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Don't I?" You retorted in defiance, moving away from the bed. You went to her wardrobe, and pulled out a few long blouses from there, throwing them on the floor.

"What are you doing?" She questioned confused and impatient.

"I don't know what I'm talking about, you said. Well, let's start with the sleeves." You clarified, lifting one of the blouses to the height of your face. "You rip them off. Before, you wore gloves. But you've been dressing differently now, as less flashy as possible right, as Natasha taught us. I noticed it the first time you did. The same night you started practicing, the way you knocked Sam down over the tatami. I saw you hiding your hands at dinner."

Wanda choked softly, shaking her head in denial. "It doesn't mean anything. I-don’t-."

"I thought you were just afraid of what you can do because it makes sense, you're the most powerful of us, and it's scary not knowing how strong you'll get and whether you'll have control. But then I realized other things." You continued, returning the blouse to pile to walk closer to her again. "I noticed the way you dig your nails in until it hurt your palm. How you don't train with others if you can avoid it, how you're getting really good at hand-to-hand combat because you just don't want to use your magic."

"Stop." She asked softly, and you sighed as you sat back down on the bed in front of her.

"I notice you, Wanda." You spoke in a lower tone. "The way you can't accept a compliment, how you're always doubting yourself. Craving attention and affection like you're starving."

A few tears fell down her face, but Wanda quickly wiped them away. "Don't make fun of me..."

"I'm not!" You quickly clarify, moving your hands to entwine theirs, and resisting when she cringed and tried to pull away. "Calm down, you're not going to hurt me."

"You don't know that!" She cried, and you sighed before releasing her hands, only to hug her tightly. Wanda sobbed against your neck, trying to break the grip just for a moment before sinking against you.

"Wanda, I can't magically teach you to love yourself." You comment as you caress her back. "It's hard, long work. I can only promise to be here for you. Until you understand that there are people who love you endlessly. And that you are worthy of all that love."

Wanda shakes her head against you, her hands around your waist. She continues to cry softly, and you move to lay you both down together, without releasing your grip.

She cries herself to sleep against your collarbone. But you don't move or complain any second.

–//–

You wake up first. Your natural instinct is to move, but a gentle weight on top of you holds you in place. The room is dark, but you don't really need to see to recognize the smell of the shampoo from Wanda's hair, which is now against your neck.

Gently, you start stroking her back in an attempt to wake her up. A few minutes pass before she shifts against you, mumbling softly before tangling your legs together and pressing you even further into her body.

"Wake up, little witch." You whisper without stopping your caresses, your face a bit flushed red from the intimacy of the moment. Wanda blinks her eyes slowly, until she realizes the position and tenses. She turns away from you with a sleepy murmur of apology, remaining lying on the bed, and though you immediately miss her warmth, you say nothing.

"Please tell me that yesterday was just a nightmare." She asked looking up at the ceiling, and you gave her a sad smile, turning your body toward her.

"I'm sorry, Wands." You retorted, feeling bad for the way she swallowed dryly and didn't look at you again. Trying to improve her mood, you added, "I also wished it had just been a nightmare to have heard Vision call you horny."

With a short, embarrassed laugh, Wanda covered her face with her hands, making you chuckle. "I can never look at you again." She murmured against her skin and you smiled tenderly, propping your elbow on the bed and moving your free hand to her wrists, gently tugging for her to stop covering herself.

"Don't do that. It would be a crime to deprive me of those beautiful green eyes of yours." You praise, smiling at the way her face reddens, the shy smile that fills her lips so suddenly inviting.

Clearing her throat, Wanda asks, "What time is it?" And tries to look beyond the window, but it is late and you can see only the moonlight outside. "I can't believe we slept all afternoon." She comments, and she is avoiding your gaze because you are simply staring at her in the dumbest way possible, and with that realization, you feel your face heat up, and you look away quickly, putting a little distance between you two as you sit down on the bed.

"I don't think we missed dinner. If you're hungry you'd better get up." You commented quickly. Wanda found your hurry strange and frowned as she saw you getting up.

"I'm not really hungry." She warns then, and you stop midway, turning to her with some hesitation. "You can go if you want."

"Okay..." You agree, shifting the weight of your feet. "Is it all right if I come back?"

Wanda smiled, looking at you in a way that made your stomach turn in nervousness. She nodded and you smiled too, gesturing awkwardly that you were going to the kitchen before leaving the room.

In the hallway, you let out a loud sigh. Something was different. You didn't know exactly what, but you had the feeling that you wouldn't be in control of yourself if you lay in bed with Wanda again.

Lost in thought, you went to the kitchen. You found the Avengers at the end of dinner, wrapped up in small talk and comments about upcoming missions. When Pietro saw you entering, he sped his body toward you.

"So, can I start calling you sister-in-law now?" He asked and you widened your eyes, laughing awkwardly.

"Excuse me?"

"Natasha told me you're in love with Wanda and" You covered Pietro's mouth with your hand so quickly you could have been mistaken for the team's speedster. The boy frowned in confusion, but you only sighed impatiently.

"First, keep your voice down." You ordered. "Second, don't talk about it. I haven't...told her yet."

"What? But you've been locked in her room with her all day." Pietro grumbles against your hand, and you grimace, motioning away as you complain about the drool. Natasha approaches you next, an empty plate of food she was carrying to the sink.

"Let me guess, she didn't make the move." Ironized the widow making you blush as Pietro laughed. "Girl, you need an intervention."

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms as you lean on the kitchen countertop, watching Natasha wash the dishes.

"We were talking about other stuff, it wasn't the right time." You justify, but Pietro and Nat exchange glances that signal they don't agree with you one bit.

"And what will the right time be, Y/N? When Wanda gets engaged?" Nat retorts and you grimace, looking away.

Pietro sighs beside you, and softer than your friend, tells you, "You know she likes you too, right?"

Feeling your face heat up, you look at him incredulously, "Hard to believe that when she was dating someone else this morning." You sneer but sigh, not even believing your own words. Uncrossing your arms, you explain, "Wanda is going through a lot. Losing her home, the increase of her powers. She's been having a hard time accepting herself, and she needs to be able to love who she is before I do. O-or anyone."

Pietro nods in understanding, obviously aware of the situation with his sister. Unlike Wanda, who seemed to grow more insecure with every second regarding her powers, with every speed record broken, Pietro thought of himself as more incredible.

Nat finished washing her plate and wiped her hands on a cloth before turning to you. "So you haven't made a move about loving her because you think she has to love herself first?"

You nodded.

"And you didn't think that telling her how much she is loved by you might help?"

You hesitate at Nat's words. But then you argue:

"I don't want Wanda to be dependent on my love for her. I want her to see how amazing she is on her own, not let anyone tell her otherwise. I want her to know that she is worthy of the best love anyone can offer."

Nat gives a sad smile, shaking her head. "That's really sweet and all, dorogoya." She begins. "But if you don't tell Wanda how you feel, things will just look different to her."

You frown in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Nat sighs. "She cares about you. And you need to ignore the insecurity in your head and see things as they are because everyone can see how much. She likes you, looks at you as if you were the star on her horizon. She accepts every suggestion, seeks your approval and opinion, and longs for your presence. When you tell her she needs to love herself, but don't say you love her, how do you think Wanda feels?"

Stunned, you don't answer. Natasha places a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, take the advice from that book you adore so much. We should try to show people that they deserve better love. You are the best for Wanda, then show her that you are here."

Pietro gives you an encouraging smile next to Nat, and you swallow dryly before nodding.

–//–

Wanda thought it was odd that you were taking so long to get back, but she wasn't really in the mood to join the others, so she busied herself with tidying up the room while she waited.

She also decided that she could relax more easily if you did something together, so she set up the bed and the TV for a little evening of sitcoms.

But you didn't show up.

Frustrated and hesitant, she checked her watch. It was definitely past dinnertime, and the Avengers should be mostly asleep by now. So where the hell was you?

Maybe you had forgotten. Maybe you had asked her to come back there just as a joke.

Maybe you didn't even like her that much.

"Jesus!" Wanda exclaimed in surprise when the door suddenly opened. You muttered muffled apologies because you were carrying papers in your mouth. You were also carrying a box in hand and a laptop. "What are you doing?"

You mumbled something she didn't understand and closed the door with your foot. You moved to leave the box on the table and took the papers out of your mouth.

"Sorry for taking so long, I was preparing something." You say and simply walked over and kissed her cheek, smiling as stepped away for your stuff.

Wanda was too surprised to comment on how you were plugging the laptop into the television and pushing her back onto the bed until she was seated and you were back in charge of the electronics.

Clearing your throat, you stared at the confused girl in front of you with a certain frenzy.

"So, I've prepared something for you. A presentation." You start and press the power button.

In bright letters is written "Things I Love about Wanda Maximoff" and as soon as she reads it, the witch lets out a surprised laugh.

"Y/N, what is that?" She asks in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. You are smiling confidently.

"Please, questions only at the end of the presentation." You retort with a falsely serious teacher's tone, making Wanda laugh heartily now. Clearing your throat again, you press the control again, and the presentation slide goes to a picture of two little babies. "The first fact I love about Wanda Maximoff is that she was born exactly 12 minutes after her twin brother, and that doesn't stop her one bit from acting like the oldest." You declare, and Wanda giggles, feeling her chest warm.

The slide switches again, and you don't look away from Wanda as you continue, images of twin children behind you.

"I also love how Wanda Maximoff used to wear braces because her front teeth were too big, and she needed them for three years." You recount, and Wanda can only imagine that some of this stuff came from medical records, and some her own twin must have told you. "I love that Wanda used to draw castles and princesses on the walls of her house."

The slide switched again, replacing the old photographs of her building with things that happened later. Wanda swallowed dryly as she saw the images of the civil protests in her country, but you didn't flinch.

"I love the young revolutionary you become. Angry and fearless. I love the way you started dressing, the torn clothes, the dark makeup." You retort proudly. "Oh, and I adore the rings, too."

Wanda giggles at the picture of the innumerable rings, and is surprised that you turn away from the television to return to the cardboard box you brought. After fiddling with it, you take out a small package.

You approach it, and crouch down in front of it, placing the object in your hands.

"Here are all the rings that I borrowed from you, but which you thought you had lost. There are also new ones, the ones you saw at the night market we went to with Pietro, and also from that day at the mall." You explained, opening the box and making it possible for Wanda to see the dozens of shiny little rings inside. "I also gathered the ones you accidentally marked or destroyed with your magic, but they're not here. I'm keeping them."

"Why?"

"They were yours." You reply with a smile. "Maybe I'll make something of them, or maybe I'll just keep it. Until you feel you can look at them again."

Wanda swallowed dryly, nodding in understanding. She made mention of hugging you, but you giggled and turned away, muttering about the presentation not being over.

The images changed again, now showing a young avenger. The title was "The cutest little witch in the world"

"I absolutely love Wanda in her superhero phase" You comment and she gives an embarrassed laugh to your expression, hiding her face in her hands. "Best era of all. The clothes, the hair. She looks incredible, don't you think?"

Wanda just laughs, shaking her head as you gesture to the images of missions on the screen.

"I almost forgot, I love Wanda's accent too." You say. "She was born in Sokovia, you know. And she's been learning from Natasha about how to sound American, but when she's moody or when she's sleepy, her accent gets thick. And I have to confess, it's the hottest thing I've ever heard."

Wanda's breathing hitched. You looked away from hers for the first time, though you continued to smile shyly.

Switching slides, you cleared your throat and added:

"Now, the personality session." You say. "It's very important for us not to be superficial in things like this, right? Well, there's a lot that I love about Wanda's personality. Some people think she is shy and innocent, but I will tell you, this girl has the most sarcastic and acidic humor I have ever seen." You tell, making her chuckle softly, all because she is still quite impacted by the last slide. "Wanda is so funny, and sometimes people don't get that, because she's busy doing her villain pose and being quiet, but that's the truth. And she's so smart. Like, really. Quick thinking, just like her brother. Everybody who underestimates her ends up impressed because Wanda is just amazing."

At this point, Wanda is surprised that she is not crying. Maybe it's your fault, that you're looking at her in a way that makes her legs go wobbly.

But the slide changes, to images of Wanda using her powers, and she tenses up, hesitating for the first time. You don't lose your composure.

"I love your powers." You confess seriously. "They are a part of you, of your history. A symbol of the sacrifice you made for Sokovia, a sample of your struggle. But they are also wonderful. They make you powerful, give you the abilities to protect the ones you love, which is exactly what you're so eager to do."

The tears finally come. Wanda sniffles softly, forcing a smile, but they fall anyway. You go back to the cardboard box. From it, you take out some kind of heavy workbook, which you bring back to the bed as you sit down next to Wanda.

"I only took ten minutes on the presentation, because it's pretty easy for me to name the hundreds of little things I love about you, Wanda." You counted softly. "What really took time, was asking Vision to use the stone and finding all the information on the internet about your magic."

You drummed your fingers on the cover for Wanda to read the title. It read "Wanda Maximoff's Magic Encyclopedia. Volume One."

"There's probably a lot missing, but we'll work on it." You say with a smile. "Vis even found a forum talking about some magician's home in China that we can investigate, but for now, thought what we could gather on the subject to help you understand yourself better would be exactly-”

Wanda pulled the book from your hands to place it on the bed, and with her free hand, she tugged at your shirt. The next second, her lips were on yours, interrupting your speech and train of thought completely. You gasped in surprise, affected by the softness of her lips.

With your shock, you did not reciprocate, and Wanda pulled away, eyes widening as if she realized what she had done, "I-I'm really sorry."

"I..."

She stood up, gesturing nervously and babbling, "I'm sorry, you started saying these things, and you brought me gifts and I just thought maybe you might... but this is silly, now things are going to get awkward between us because I messed up just like I ruin everything..."

With a groan, you stood up, lunging forward against Wanda. You cut her off half a sentence as you entwined her waist and pulled her to you, one hand on the back of her neck as you kissed her hard.

You both gasped, stumbling a bit from the intensity of the kiss before you broke into a passionate rhythm. Wanda melted, grabbing your shoulders to deepen the kiss while one of your hands squeezed her waist and made her sigh. You took advantage of the action to slide your tongue towards her lower lip, asking for permission, and when Wanda granted almost immediately, you moaned softly at the sensation.

Kissing so hungrily and in such passionate ways, your bodies began to heat up. Hands grew bolder, so long-buried feelings exploding on the surface all at once. Panting against each other's mouths, Wanda instinctively began to thrust her hips into you, and couldn't control the sound that escaped her throat as your hand moved down to her ass and pressed her up against you.

You moved again until you felt the bed at the back of your knees. Wanda wasted no time in pushing you up into a sitting position and taking her place on your lap. The kiss seemed to get more frantic after that, your hands dangerously on her thigh, caressing her skin as fast as your tongue slid over hers.

When Wanda slowly began to wiggle in your lap, seeking relief from the aching in her center, you choked against her lips, steadying your hands on her hips.

"Wands." You gasped as you broke the kiss, almost in a warning tone. She opened her dark eyes to you, her lips completely swollen from kissing so hard, and you almost ignored the remnants of sanity to go back kissing her.

"What's wrong?" She asked hoarsely and breathlessly, frowning slightly.

You swallowed dryly. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" she asked in a fake confusion. Biting back a smile, she stared at you with the worst of intentions in her gaze, "You don't like it?"

"Of course I like it." You retorted hoarsely. "I like it so much I don't want to stop."

Wanda smiled, bringing your faces closer together again. "Then don't."

This time, when she kissed you and moved back on your lap, you helped her. Your hands on her waist guided her movements, and Wanda let out an affected whimper when the pressure was just right. The sound made you groan, hiding your face in her neck as the girl failed to contain her sighs while she straddled your lap.

"I need more." She confessed hoarsely, stopping moving. You felt your face get very hot because you could feel the wetness and heat coming off of her. Looking into her face with an almost pleading expression, you just stared back at her.

"A-are you sure?" You asked, and her response was to move forward against your mouth, kissing you intently as she guided your hands down along your thigh.

Breaking the kiss to move her lips to your neck, you bit back a sigh when she whispered into your skin:

"I want you to take off my clothes." She asked, her hands on top of yours entwined in your fingers. "And I want you to kiss me until you can no longer keep yours on."

"Don't you think it's too soon?" You ask, unable to keep your eyes open with Wanda's lips teasing your skin. But your sentence seems to bring her a little reason because she sighs and lifts her face back to yours.

"You think that?"

Blinking away the cloud of arousal, you lick your lips. "I've been in love with you for the last three years, Wanda. I'm ready, but I can always wait a little longer."

"Are you in love with me?" She asks unable to contain a smile.

You feel your face heat up, but you let out a short chuckle;

"Sorry, did the presentation called literally the reasons why I love Wanda Maximoff give you the wrong idea?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "It could be platonic..."

"Girl, I'm practically taking your virginity in my lap right now." You retorted, and she blushed brightly, laughing and pushing your shoulder with her hand.

All you did was look at her lovingly, and Wanda swallowed dryly, feeling several butterflies in her stomach.

"I love you, Wanda." You repeated. "In a not at all platonic way, I promise." You joked last, and she giggled, releasing your hands to intertwine her arms behind your head.

"I love you, too. Romantically speaking." She retorted in the same tone, and when she kissed you - more tenderly this time - you were both smiling.

Before the kiss could start to heat up again, you broke off, giving an apologetic chuckle at the girl's sigh of frustration.

"Sorry, it's just that I'm pretty sure half the team is in the hallway waiting to hear if everything worked out."

Wanda let out a confused giggle and then realized that she could sense the presence of the other avengers in the hallway with her magic and let out a loud sigh.

"Maybe they'll give up if we stay quiet." She whispers, but the knock on the door the next minute makes you laugh at her angry expression.

You made a mention of getting up to answer it, but Wanda forced her body against yours.

"Don't go." She pleaded and you smiled. Instead of obeying, you carried her with you.

It was Steve at the door - evidently embarrassed and most likely blackmailed to do so. But he cracked a smile at the sight of Wanda entwined with you.

"So...?"

"Yes, Captain." You confirmed and barely finished your sentence when Natasha and Pietro jumped in front, shoving Steve with celebrations. You rolled your eyes at the scene, seeing that Tony had set up a hologram with the message "I Knew it all along" and Thor had brought bottles of champagne. "You guys are the worst." You commented with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, pretend you're not happy about it all." Natasha retorted. "Hey Koala girl, did you forget that it's our mandatory movie night tonight? Come on, you two to the living room this second. You can make out later."

Nat didn't let you get away from this. But you didn't really care, because this time, Wanda sat on your lap during the entire movie.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Final Part | Bonus

Word Count: 6049

I regret nothing... I say while hiding under my desk. The smut is heeere! Also, this is part two so click the link if you haven't read part one!

Vi wasn’t in her werewolf form when you arrived this week, but she was standing at the door waiting for you. You raise an eyebrow at her as she impatiently taps her foot. With a giggle, you put the key in the lock and open the door. Vi doesn’t even wait for you to fully open the door before she’s yanking you into a hug. You let out a squeak as she presses you against her, burying her face in your neck with a pleased hum. You can feel her take a deep breath, most likely taking in your scent as she noses your neck.

“Someone missed me.” You laugh, trying to wiggle your way out of her grasp.

“You were gone for a whole week.” Vi mumbles into your skin, “Your scent wore off of my sheets and I missed you very much.”

“Well, if you let me go, I can go back over there.” You try to convince her to release you. Her hug is making you feel very flustered and you need a moment to clear your mind. Vi shakes her head, her hair tickling you and she holds you tighter.

“No. Not when I can do this.” Vi loosens her grip on you and sweeps you off of your feet. You squeak, wrapping your arms around her neck in an attempt to anchor yourself. You can’t help but laugh as Vi gives you a smug smile and carries you over to the bed.

“You’re being very clingy.” You tease her as she positions you where she wants you. That just so happens to be straddling her lap while facing her. You enjoyed being moved around like she was doing, and she didn’t even know it. That was the spark for your arousal.

“Can you blame me?” Vi pulls you close, “You were gone for too long.”

“That’s usually how long I am gone.” You chuckle, playing with her hair, “It was only five days.” You are really flustered with how affectionate Vi is being. Her hands are not so subtly groping your ass and you’re totally into it. 

“I’ve never liked it.” Vi pouts, making your eyes flicker down to her lips. ‘Gods, I want to kiss her. Could I? Should I? I mean… I’ve already broken all of the rules.’ 

“I want to keep you wrapped up in my arms at all times-”

“-Can I kiss you?” You blurt out, making Vi blink in surprise. It takes a moment for her to process what you said before she’s smirking.

“Can you?” Vi teases you, making you huff and yank her into a kiss. It wasn’t a neat kiss by any means. It was messy, rushed, and desperate, but that was overshadowed by the fact that you were kissing Vi. Her grip tightens on your ass, eliciting a low moan from your lips that has Vi pulling away. You are mortified by your reaction as she does, feeling the subtle ache between your legs. It didn’t take that much for her to turn you on, and you couldn’t pretend like that didn’t just happen with her superhearing. 

“Fuck.” Vi mutters, closing her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” You stutter out nervously, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Are you… turned on… right now?” Vi struggles to ask, breathing roughly. You blush heavily at the question and look away. The answer was yes, yes, you are turned on. The burning ache between your legs was steadily rising, and the position you were in definitely wasn’t helping. 

“I- uh… Y-Yes.” You force out, choosing to be honest with her. With a growl from Vi, you find yourself flat on your back underneath her. You don’t have time to react, as it happened faster than you could process, and stare at her with wide eyes. Vi was taking in deep breaths, one after the other as if whatever she was smelling would vanish. ‘The only thing she’s smelling right now would be my scent.’ 

“That’s what that smell is.” Vi pants, opening her eyes, “Fuck, Y/n.” You suck in a breath at her dilated pupils, a flair of heat rushing through you. ‘She’s turned on, too? No. No, that’s way more than turned on.’ You swallow. You had read the section about Vi being able to sense pheromones, but you stupidly shrugged it off. The only indication she gave was of her reactions to negative emotions. Anger. Fear. Sadness. You thought she might’ve been able to sense your arousal last weekend, but she didn’t react, so you thought you were safe. The response you are getting now says otherwise.

“You’ve smelled it before?” You want to confirm your thoughts.

“Last weekend.” Vi nods, “Not as strongly, but I could barely contain myself then. And now?” She groans, dropping her head. That sound sends another pulse through your body. 

“Now, I want to sink my teeth into you.” Vi growls, staring you in the eyes.

“I’d love it if you did.” You breathe out, the whole situation feeling surreal.

“You would?” Vi gives you an unreadable expression and you nod, tugging her closer to you. 

“I’m so into you, Vi. You were right.” You admit, “I have been for the past couple of weeks but I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t think you liked me that way, but I’ve been thinking about you non-stop.”

“Are you kidding me?” Vi laughs, “I was hooked from the day I met you, Y/n. I’ve been fantasizing about you being naked under me for weeks.” She purrs.

“So the feelings are mutual…” You start slowly, “and there’s nothing stopping me from taking this jumpsuit off.”

“You either take it off or I tear it off.” Vi drags her claws down your chest to back it up. You didn’t need to be told twice. You were unbuttoning the top before she could even finish her sentence. 

“I know you want me to touch you, but are you sure about this?” Vi asks nervously.

“Yes.” You nod, giving her a reassuring smile, “I’m more than sure.”

“Okay.” Vi nods back, letting out a breath.

“I’ll guide you, don’t worry.” You whisper tenderly, “Just kiss me and we’ll go from there.” Vi bites her lip but leans down and kisses you. The kiss is gentle and unsure as her nervousness about the situation kicks in. You give her time to adjust, playing with her hair and caressing her neck. Vi breaks the kiss to bite at your neck, “Don’t leave any visible marks.” You mumble, “They’ll see.” She hums in response and you feel her hand travel down to your thigh. 

“I’m going to move your hand, okay?” You whisper and Vi pauses briefly.

“Okay.” She whispers back, making you smile. You guide her hand between your legs, letting her touch you through your panties for a little. Vi looks you in the eyes, glancing down to her hand before meeting yours again.

“It’s okay.” You coo, “You can touch me.” Vi pushes your panties aside, her fingers brushing against your slit before they dip in. You let out a soft gasp, feeling her brush up against your walls. Vi takes her cues from you every step of the way. Every little shudder or moan gave her more confidence in what she was doing. It took some time before you came but you didn’t care. The proud look on Vi’s face was worth it and you nearly combusted as she happily licked her fingers clean.

Not wanting to push her farther than she was comfortable, you put your clothes back on and cuddled with her. The two of you fell asleep until it was time for you to go.

Vi was on cloud nine. She had fallen in love with Y/n who admitted her feelings for Vi. Not only that, but their relationship was progressing underneath Singed’s nose. He nor the other assistants had any clue that Y/n was regularly in her cage or having sex with her. Their first time together was very nerve-wracking for Vi, as she never had sex before. Now, Vi has no issues making her girlfriend cum whether it was with her fingers or her tongue. Y/n even shyly requested Vi fuck her in her werewolf form and Vi obliged. She was delightfully surprised at how vocal Y/n was about how much she loved it. Vi turned into a cherry from all of the praise.

When it came to Vi, she was a bit shocked with herself as to how needy she got when she was horny. She’d beg to touch Y/n and wouldn’t let her reciprocate until she made her cum at least twice. She was a giving lover and liked to focus on her girlfriend’s pleasure. Vi was definitely dominant, but she enjoyed receiving. They both learned that Vi went wild from two things - praises and being called Alpha. The nickname had been a joke at first - after Y/n did some research on wolves - until Vi pounced on her like a starved animal. Then it became something Y/n said only when she wanted to rile her up.

So yes, Vi was on cloud nine… except for the new reactions she was feeling. Y/n’s scent was still very dull compared to the others, yet Vi started to feel territorial over Y/n whenever Jim would flirt with her. It made her angry that he was trying to get with her girl, and that confused her. She still struggled with her anger but she was never the jealous type. Then, Vi started to get a weird tingly feeling in her clit whenever she thought about Y/n. Her thoughts would derail and she’d find herself wondering if her girlfriend ever thought about kids. Which would startle her because Vi never wanted kids before… so, why was she thinking about it now?

It all came to a head one night when Vi was so horny she needed to masturbate. She had settled down in bed and let her mind wander but things quickly got out of hand. Her mind immediately jumped to the thought of her girlfriend with their kids, and that weird feeling came back but worse. Vi snarled in aggravation, her body suddenly shifting on its own. Vi got the shock of her life when her clit enlarged and became a dick. A very, very large dick. She panicked, not knowing what to do, and paced back and forth in her cage hoping it would go away. Except it didn’t… the ache only got worse the more she thought of Y/n. So, Vi relented and let her instincts take hold… and was relieved that the next morning was the day they washed her bedsheets. The memory of the mess made Vi turn pink with embarrassment. She didn’t know what to do, or how she was going to tell Y/n, but she had three days to figure it out. 

When you walked into the lab this morning, you were greeted by Singed and Jim. You were surprised to see them so early in the morning. They never came in this early when you were working. Sometimes Jim would deliver a shipment of meat and annoy you before leaving, but never at 5 am. So, to say you’re nervous would be an understatement.

“Uh… Good morning, fellas. Do you need something?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“No.” Singed chuckles, “And don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I come with some exciting news.”

“What is it?” You furrow your brow.

“I’d like for you to go into the cage with Willow.” Singed states, making your jaw drop.

“Wha-?”

“I’d be the one surveilling how she reacts in your presence.” Jim mentions, “Willow has opened up to you a lot, and we’d like to see if you’ll be able to interact with her face-to-face.”

“I’ll be stepping out as usual, but I look forward to your results.” Singed pats your shoulder as he passes. You blink before giving Jim an astonished look. ‘They’re giving me permission to go into her cage?!’

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there so nothing bad will happen to you.” Jim smiles, “Go get changed and we can get started.” You sigh and disappear into your office, making sure to lock the door and close the blinds. ‘They’re really letting me in. So, they haven’t noticed that I go in on my own… Good. That’s good.’ You try to focus as you suit up, but it’s challenging. You take your pill, making sure to mark down what you did, and leave the office. Jim meets you in the kitchen and raises an eyebrow at the triple chocolate brownies on the counter.

“Those are for Willow.” You shrug, picking up the tray. Vi has quite the taste for chocolate and these brownies are her favorite. When she wasn’t busy eating you out, these were her snack of choice. You have to hold back a groan at the thought of no sex with your girlfriend. ‘Fuck off, Jim. I’ve been waiting all week.’

“I didn’t know Willow likes brownies.” Jim reaches for one and you slap his hand away.

“Don’t. Or Willow will actually eat me.” You huff, “She takes her snacks very seriously.”

“You’re serious?” Jim chuckles but stops when he sees your face, “Oh, you’re serious.”

��Willow!” You call out, nearly choking on the name, “I’ve brought you brownies! And um, we have a friend and a surprise.” You add on. Vi is in her werewolf form when you see her and that makes you nervous. She stares at the two of you, but you know she heard the discussion earlier. Her tail sways back and forth with barely concealed enthusiasm.

“I’ll be coming into your cage today if that’s alright with you? I’ve gotten the clearance for it.” You place the tray down and slide it in. Vi doesn’t move for a moment before pulling the tray away from the door. Her silence was unnerving you, but she sat at a distance and waited.

“If you try anything, I will knock you out.” Jim hisses, “So don’t touch a hair on her head.”

“Jim.” You sigh, yanking the keys out of his hand, “Stop interfering with my job. You can touch me if you’d like, Willow. I can’t really stop you anyway.” You unlock the door, toss the keys back, and slowly walk in. You sit down in the middle of the lightened side of the room. ‘They didn’t lighten up the whole place? If Vi dragged me over there, Jim wouldn’t be able to see anything. Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?’ Vi doesn’t move until Jim locks the door and backs away. She growls and walks the perimeter around you, making your stomach twist.

“Why don’t you sit down and eat with me?” You suggest, “Nothings-” You yelp as Vi knocks you over and onto your stomach. You let out a small grunt as you hit the ground, but let out a chuckle. ‘I forgot how strong she is normally.’

“Okay, I get it, I’m in your territory.” You say teasingly, making her growl again. You prop yourself up onto your elbows and look around for her. A sudden feeling of her behind you has you craning your head back. Your eyes widen as Vi hovers over you with an intense stare.

“Willow!” Jim shouts in a warning.

“Shut up, Jim!” You hiss, “Let me do my damn jooobb!” You squeal as Vi flips you onto your back. She circles around you again but you don’t dare to move. You can tell that there’s something off about her. Vi kept on glaring in Jim’s direction as she circled you. All of her attention was on him, even as she placed a paw on your chest. ‘She’s messing with him, isn’t she?’ A second later, Vi lays on top of you with her head nestled in your breasts.

“A-Ah, W-Willow?!” You sputter as Vi nuzzles your breasts. You hear a choked sound come from Jim but your face is red with embarrassment. ‘Why is she doing this?!’ You lift your hands to push her away but she snaps at you. Appalled, you drop your hands as she decides to knead your breasts with her paws. Your mind goes blank as she does, torn between being horny or horrified. Your body chooses the former, earning you a pleased growl from Vi.

She stops once your panties are likely soaked and gets off of you. She heads for the brownies like this didn’t happen and you sit up, covering your chest. You don’t even dare to look in Jim’s direction. ‘This must’ve been some kind of… show of dominance or something.’ Vi continues to eat in silence for the next hour until Jim says he needs to step away for the bathroom.

“Go.” You wave him off, “I’ll be fine, she’s eating.”

“Are you sure?” Jim hesitates, “You could come out while I leave.”

“I don’t know how she’ll react to that. Just go. Don’t piss yourself.” You huff, desperately wanting some alone time with Vi. Jim sighs and walks away, and Vi immediately takes the chance. You choke down a scream as she drags you into the darkness and holds you against her.

“Mine.” Is the first thing out of her mouth and it nearly sends your soul to the stars, “I’m glad you’re here but I’m not glad he’s watching.”

“Then what was that earlier?” You whine, “Messing with my boobs when he’s right there?!”

“You’re mine. I was showing him that.” Vi huffs, nuzzling your neck, “You’re safe when you’re with me. Not him. Me, your girlfriend.” You chuckle, understanding what she’s trying to say.

“Y/n?” Vi nudges you.

“Yes?” You hum, tracing random shapes against her thigh.

“Would you want my pups someday?” Vi questions so quietly that you almost didn’t hear her. ‘Did she… ask about… pups? As in…’

“S-Say that again?” You breathe out.

“I discovered that I have a penis and um… would you… ever… want to carry my pups?”

“I-I- um…” You don’t know what to say. The question is spinning around and around in your head. You don’t have an answer for her before Jim gets back, so you end up staring blankly at her while she eats. ‘Would I want to carry her pups? Did she really ask me that? She asked twice… but I… I don’t know how to respond to that. I didn’t think it was possible.’ You glance at Jim and back to Vi who peeks at you. You fall deep in thought, thinking about how life would be if you had her pups. The more you thought about it, the more you hoped it was possible.

“That’s time, Y/n. Come on.” Jim calls to you. ‘Two hours.’ You sigh and stand up.

“Thank you for letting me share your space.” You say to Vi, slowly wrapping your arms around her in a hug. You take a deep breath and Vi tenses under you.

“I would love to have your pups, Vi.” You whisper lightly, knowing she’ll hear you clearly. You break away from her and exit the cage as she sits there frozen.

“Are you okay?” Jim gives you a concerned glance.

“I’m fine. A bit shocked she was so good with me, is all.” You chuckle weakly.

“Yeah, I was… um… shocked, too.” Jim clears his throat, “Do you have any clue why she… uh…” He motions to his chest and you flush.

“It was something territorial.” You rub the back of your neck, “I think she was trying to show that I was in her space, so she’s in control.” You lie to him. You can’t exactly tell him your werewolf girlfriend was being territorial over you. That would open up a whole can of worms you weren’t ready for yet.

“Ah, well, I’m glad you’re in one piece.” Jim coughs awkwardly.

“Me too. Anyway, uh, have a good morning.” You head to your office and lock yourself in. You sigh and slide down the door feeling overwhelmed. ‘Did I just tell Vi I want to have her pups?’ You groan, hitting your head against the door.

“Hey, Jim.” You chirp, knocking on the open door to his office. He looks up from his papers and gives you a smile. 

“Hey, are you going to get ready?” He asks, eyeing your dress.

“Not yet.” You lean against his desk, “I wanted to ask a question about the tranquilizer darts we use for Willow.” He nods for you to continue.

“What happens if a person accidentally gets struck with it? Like, what would happen if you hit me instead?” You fake being worried about it.

“Oh, this happened once before. If you get hit - which you won’t - you would be knocked out for a day or two and then wake up with no memory of how it happened.”

“Perfect.” You grin and jab him in the neck with the dart. Jim shouts, jolting away from you in shock as he tries to pull it out.

“Y/N, WHAT THE HELL?!”

“I want time with my girlfriend.” You pout.

“Giiirl-?” Jim slurs before slumping in his chair. You take a quick moment to position him at his desk, faking him falling asleep. With a grin, you make your way down the hall. ‘Gods, I’m all for her, huh? I’m sure to get in trouble for this, but damn I miss her. I’m sure she’s feeling the same way, too.’ You had tried to keep yourself calm about the pups question, but your mind had another idea. The whole week, you were tortured with the thought of it. With the thought of Vi getting you pregnant, it was something that made you unbelievably horny. So, you were walking down the hallway with one goal in mind.

 Your body is tingling from your arousal and you’re sure that Vi can smell it. You’re excited about what’s to happen and practically skipping to the cage. 

“Viii!” You purr, “I’m here, baby.” You hurriedly unlock the cage, tossing the door open without care. Vi stands just out of the shadows, naked, with her arms crossed. ‘Those muscles.’ You groan mentally, eyeing her body and appreciating every inch of it.

“Good.” Vi growls, eyes dark with need, “Come here before I drag you over myself.” You smirk and pull off your dress as you saunter over. Vi sucks in a sharp breath and she twitches like she wants to do something. You hadn’t taken your pill, so she was getting your full, unrestricted scent. You know she’s holding herself back with all she has, wanting to be respectful.

“It’s like you want me to tear you apart.” Vi huffs, pushing you down onto the mattress. You giggle knowing that your strappy red lingerie is a weakness for her. You wanted this to be special for her, even if you were in the cage. 

“Can I stop restraining myself?” Vi whines, playing with the strap at your hip, “Not that I’m complaining or anything. It’s just… I’ve been a very good wolf and I want my treat.” Her hands caress your body as she stares into your eyes. ‘She always asks for permission, even if I’m begging… Gods, I love this wolf.’ You smile at her.

“I just have one thing to say.” You drag a finger down her chest.

“What is it?” Vi tilts her head. You lean in so you’re close to her ear, pressing your body against her, “I want you to breed me, Alpha. Right now. Make me all yours.” You whisper seductively, laying back down with a smirk on your face. Vi’s face goes blank as her grip on your hips tightens. Her eyes start glowing as her lips pull back into a snarl. ‘Holy shit.’ Your heart starts pounding in your chest. Vi’s pupils are completely blown and trained on you like she wants to devour you.

“Then I’ll have to prepare you, hm?” Vi smirks, and with a slash of her claws, your lingerie is torn to pieces. Vi uses one hand to cradle your head, kissing you as her other one finds your clit. You let out a small moan, tilting your head back as she plays with the bundle of nerves. Vi immediately goes for your neck when you expose it. The sharp pinches from her teeth have you gasping as she leaves hickeys. Vi shifts her hand, a thumb on your clit while she pushes the rest of her fingers into your aching cunt. You sigh in relief as the ache dies down a little but it’s cut off as Vi bites you. You cry out as her teeth cut into your shoulder, the stinging pain of it being soothed by the attention she’s giving your body.

“Baby!” You whine as a wave of pleasure washes over you. Vi growls, finger fucking you so well that it makes your head spin. By this point, she knew what to do to make you cum. So, as her face disappears between your thighs, you try to brace yourself. A low moan leaves your lips as her hot tongue slips inside you. You’re not able to hold back any sounds as she eats you out as if you’re her last meal. You lift your head to get a better look and notice that she’s grinding against the mattress. ‘That’s so sexy.’ You groan internally. The growls vibrating against you send you over the edge and you cum on her tongue.

“Vi.” You gasp, trying to catch your breath, “Wha- How- Holy shit.” You can’t find the words to describe how you’re feeling. ‘She’s never fucked me like that before.’ Vi crawls back up your body, leaving hickeys as she does, and settles between your legs. 

“Are you sure about this?” Vi glances at you nervously, “I know it’s strange.”

“Vi. It’s not strange.” You say firmly, “I said I want you to breed me. I want your cock in me. You have my permission to let go. Please, stop restraining yourself.” You kiss her softly. That was all Vi needed to hear from you. You hold your breath as she shifts into her werewolf, a fully erect penis sliding out of its sheath. You were used to having sex with women who use strap-ons or have a penis, but the human kind. Vi’s penis wasn’t like anything you’ve seen before. With a large head, dripping strands of pre-cum, it’s as long as your forearm and girthier than any toy you’ve played with. ‘Damn. Can I even take all of her?’ You lick your lips at the challenge. The sight of it only makes you hornier for her. 

You are pinned down with your hands above your head as Vi falls into her instincts. “I want you so badly.” Vi pants, grinding her dick against your pussy. You blush heavily feeling how warm and slick she is against you. 

“You can have me, baby. You’ve been a good girl.” You coo at her, spreading your legs wider, “Fuck me.” Vi growls and teases your slit with her cock head, her pre-cum, and your wetness making it easy for her to slide in. You groan in pain as her cock head stretches your vagina as wide as it can go. You have to focus on your breathing as she slides in and stops as she hits your cervix. You hear a displeased huff and Vi draws back until her cock head is the only thing in you.

“Vi- FUCK!” You scream as Vi snarls and slams back into you. A stab of pain and pleasure shoots through you as she hits your cervix.

“You feel better than I have ever imagined.” Vi groans, “So tight, so wet for me.”

“Ba- BY!” You choke out as she does it again. Vi whines nuzzling your neck in apology but she doesn’t stop. It takes a few thrusts before your body is more focused on pleasure than pain. You twist your fingers in her fur, wrapping your arms and legs around her. Vi holds you close to her body as she thrusts, claws digging into your skin and drawing blood. The feeling of her being inside of you is dizzying. With her penis being a little too big, you were tightly stretched around her. There wasn’t a part of you that didn’t get stimulated, and Vi’s growls and whines are music to your ears.

“Keep going!” You moan, gripping her fur tighter, “You’re fucking me so good, Violet!” Your praise for her earned you a particularly rough thrust that has you whining her name. Your orgasm was right there, the pressure in your abdomen at an unbearable high. As it snaps, a sharp pain shoots through you, forcing you to let out a strangled scream.

Strangely, you can feel Vi sink deeper inside of you. The amount of pleasure you’re feeling skyrockets, and you can’t form a coherent sentence. Your mind goes fuzzy as you praise her over and over. Your third orgasm is waiting to be pushed over the edge as Vi’s thrusts start to slow down.

“I can’t wait for you to have my pups.” Vi grunts, “I’m going to take care of you.” With a rough thrust, you feel something pop into you, sending you over the edge as Vi lets out a howl. Your eyes roll back, your mouth opening in a silent scream, as heat floods through your abdomen. You can hear Vi’s desperate whines as she continues to hump you, her body still burning with need. But, unlike your lover, your body is exhausted and you relax in her arms. It’s not long before Vi lays down with you, content with what she has done. She holds you as close as possible and nuzzles your neck while caressing your abdomen. 

“I love you.” You sigh contentedly, snuggling into her chest.

“I love you, too.” Vi rumbles happily.

After that day, things progressed faster than you could comprehend. When the others arrived, they were baffled to find you bundled up in the cage, except for Singed. He was over the moon about the situation. He went on a whole rave about how proud he was of Willow for mating and that this would be a breakthrough for his research. So, instead of punishing you for what you did, he promoted you. 

Three days later, to your excitement and confusion, Vi told you that you were pregnant. At first, you couldn’t believe her, but your belly started to grow rapidly and you were dealing with aches and pains you’d never had before. So, you begrudgingly told Singed who you thought might keel over from how feverish he was with the news. He immediately started making arrangements for you. Singed set up a whole new team to monitor your pregnancy, which was showing major variations from a regular human one. He was forced to contact Piltover and reveal the situation to the board since they didn’t have the proper equipment. Your body was going through changes to accommodate the pups and every scientist and OB/GYN on the team - Zaunite and Piltoven - were losing their minds.

On top of that, Vi was all over you. She was ecstatic to see that you were carrying her pups and didn’t want to leave your side. She threatened to kill everyone if she couldn’t be with you, repeatedly breaking out of whatever restraints they had her in. Vi always found her way to your bed, no matter what they did to keep her away. With that, she was let out of the lab and allowed to stay with you. Everywhere you went, she had her arm around you with her hand resting on your stomach. If anyone so much as looked at you wrong, she’d glower at them. That applied to all of the people looking after you, except for your OB/GYN. 

“Good morning, Y/n. Vi.” Dr.Fey greets you as she steps into the ultrasound room. She was Piltover’s top research specialist when it came to pregnancy. You felt safe in her hands, knowing that she was the best in what she does.

“Good morning.” You both respond, and Vi grabs your hand in anticipation. She came with you to every meeting to be silent support. At least, that’s what she said, but you knew she wanted to be there for the information too. She was very invested in you and your child’s health.

“So, are you excited to find out how many pups you’re having?” Dr.Fey smiles at you while setting things up, “Your due date is only a few weeks away.”

“Ah, more nervous than anything.” You chuckle, glancing at your mate, “It’s been a challenging six weeks.”

“Challenging for you because of the pregnancy or adjusting to being mated to a werewolf?” She puts the gel on your skin, making you shiver from the coldness of it.

“Both.” You sigh, “Vi has been such a sweetheart to me, but we’re both trying to navigate everything going on. Now that she’s not trapped in the lab anymore, she’s reconnecting with her sister and is learning more about her wolf.”

“I want my sister to be here for this. To be in my life again.” Vi speaks up, “There’s… so much I have to say to her.”

“Well, maybe don’t start with the fact that you’re having quintuplets.” Dr.Fey chuckles. It takes a moment, but you gasp as the words register and Vi’s grip on your hand tightens.

“Q-Quintuplets?” You stutter out in shock.

“Five pups?” Vi’s eyes go wide and you can see the sparkle in her eyes, “Five?!” She repeats eagerly.

“Yes! You’re having five pups. Three girls and two boys.” Dr.Fey chuckles, “Congratulations, you two. Remember to contact me if you have any issues, but, you’re doing great so far, Y/n.” You're in a state of shock as you get dressed and Vi is vibrating in excitement. 

“I need to talk to my sister.” Vi breathes out, making eye contact with you, “I really hope she’ll be a part of our lives! I mean- five pups! Five little ones! This is amazing!” She laughs.

“I don’t know if I can handle five of you.” You joke, “I was expecting one or two but five kids? It’s a good thing the Council is invested in this research.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get a job and we’ll move to the higher levels.” Vi kisses you, “I’ll take care of all of you.” She says tenderly. 

“I know you will.” You smile fondly and stroke her cheek. Vi leans into your touch and kisses your hand.

“I need to go visit my parents.” You sigh, “My family is going to be in for a shock. The last time they heard from me was when I took the job. How am I going to tell them my werewolf girlfriend got me pregnant and I’m due in three weeks?” You tease her.

“Hmm, maybe we start from the beginning with that.” Vi chuckles nervously, “Your dad won’t kill me, will he?”

“No, but my mom might.” You shrug, walking into your house, “She’s very protective of my siblings and me. She might try and strangle you for getting me pregnant even though I asked you to.”

“Ah, she’ll love me. It’ll be fine!” Vi grins, “Besides, I want to have more pups with you. She’ll have to get used to it.”

“More?!” You give her an exasperated look, “Violet, they’re not even born yet and you want more?!”

“I know.” Vi pouts and wraps her arms around you, “But, the species must survive, my love. I literally can’t stop thinking about it. Why not have as many as possible? You’ll look sexy doing it, too.” She purrs, caressing your stomach.

“Why did I have to fall in love with a horny werewolf?” You flick her nose playfully.

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to breed you?” Vi gives you a teasing grin, “I’m just doing what you said.”

“In your dreams, Vi.” You cross your arms, your cheeks turning pink, “In your dreams.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

I am imagining baby starscream calling ratchet mama like miko taught him and ratchet just *hugs tightly while silently crying in pure happiness *

Adorable. I refuse to not write about this scenario. Ratchet needs this sort of affection gosh dang it.

Call him Mama, It will be Cute

During one of his stays at the Autobot base, the children ended up on sparklingsitting duty due to a handful of various reasons. And while Smokescreen was technically the one in charge, he was more interested in his video game than Starscream. As such he was not aware at all when Miko began teaching Starscream to say one word in particular while pointing at pictures of Ratchet. Starscream being the innocent little angel that he was, caught onto Miko's teachings quickly.

As such when the team returned to take Starscream out of Smokescreen and the children's care, Ratchet was hit with the biggest bombshell of his functioning. Never in his life had he ever expected to be called by any terms of endearment by a sparkling. He had always been referred to as Ratchet, Medic, or Caretaker by any sparkling he did have the pleasure of caring for. And so when he came to collect Starscream and was met with a joyous cry of "Mama!" he was speechless.

Ratchet: w-what?

Starscream: *making grabby hands* Mama!

Ratchet: *looking around just to be sure that Starscream was talking to him* Me? You are calling me Mama?!

Starscream: *smiling* Mama!

Miko: *quietly* Mission success.

Ratchet was not quite sure what to make of the human term of endearment but it still meant the world to him. It was not the same as being called Sire, Nurturer, or Caretaker, but it was still a wonderful feeling. He was hardly able to keep his composure as he picked up Starscream with utmost care and held him lovingly. The medic had to leave the room to go calm down once he had his fill of Starscream repeatedly calling him by the human title.

The team were left dumbfounded by the event both because of Ratchet's reaction and Starscream's seemingly out of the blue speech. And while they were left mostly in a state of shock for a while, a sense of rivalry quickly grew among them. Every single member of the team wanted Starscream to call them something now that Ratchet had been blessed with that honor. This led to more than one passive aggressive argument between different bots as they tried to convince Starscream to call them something.

Smokescreen and Bumblebee regularly fought over the right to be called "big brother", often leading to a tussle as they both tried to convince Starscream to call them by their desired title. Arcee, despite not being the biggest fan of Starscream, was determined to gain the title of "Aunt" even if it killed her, (although she never voiced this) and so quietly attempted bribery with energon goodies when possible. Bulkhead and Wheeljack very nearly destroyed their friendship with how hard they both vied for the right to be called "Uncle", with both trying their hardest to make life more difficult for the other until they came to a truce. Ultra Magnus, much like Arcee, also wanted to be called by a title and not so subtly tried to bribe Starscream as well, quietly warring with Arcee and trying to make his own bribes better than hers.

As for Optimus, no one besides Ratchet would have noticed if they cared to look, but he was vicious in his efforts to be called "Dad" or something similar. His methods were so subtle as to be non-existent to an casual observer. But by taking full control of handling Starscream's naptimes, he gained a whole window of opportunity to exert his influence. He had nearly an hour every single day to tell stories to Starscream and subtly point the sparkling toward calling him "Dad". And while Ratchet did see this effort, he did nothing to stop it so long as he got to handle Starscream's bedtime routine.

Of course once it came time for the Decepticons to have their turn taking care of Starscream, the team did not hesitate to rub their successes in their faces. Ratchet made quite of show of being called Mama as he handed Starscream off, much to Knockout's rage. And Optimus managed to get Starscream to call him Dad as he was returned to the Nemesis, prompting murderous glares from Breakdown and Soundwave as Optimus just smiled.

The Vehicons all immediately descended on Starscream like hungry vultures once they heard the news. Each and every one cooed at Starscream when possible, doing their best to draw out a call of "Brother" from the sparkling. Soundwave swiftly began fighting against Optimus, doing everything in his power to be called "Sire" in order to stand on equal footing with the Prime. Knockout upped his caretaking efforts in a desperate attempt to convince Starscream to call him "Nurturer" or any variation of mom that he could conceive. Breakdown also worked extra hard to make Starscream happy to try and get the little seekerling to call him some variation of Dad. All the while Megatron watched the proceedings with growing exhaustion as both Autobots and Decepticons began the most passive aggressive war of words and influence he had ever seen. More than once he retired to his quarters to drink his problems away as the conflict reminded him of dealing with politics far too much.

[castexpectopatronum]

Arcane characters when you're wearing a cute new outfit:

Masterlist

-> includes Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jinx, Vander

-> warnings: pet names?, people thinking you're hot lmao (sfw)

-> tried to keep this gender neutral, let me know if I messed up somewhere

Vi

You knew exactly what you were doing when you slipped into your new outfit. When you go to meet Vi and call out her name, she raises her eyebrows and a mischievous grin spreads on her face.

“Look at you, sweets, all dolled up,” she says, hands in her pocket, slowly striding towards you. Her eyes trail up and down your body, like she's a predator and you're her pray. It should scare you, but it does the exact opposite. Not just her gaze but also the fact that she does not bother to hide it sends goosebumps down your spine, but you meet her with a grin of your own.

“You like it?”

“Yeah. Did you wear that for me?”

“Maybe,” you tease and you can tell by the way her eyebrow quirks that she is more than intrigued by the idea. “What if I did?”

Her hand finds your waist and a gasp escapes you when she suddenly pulls you towards her, gently enough not to hurt you but rough enough to leave you breathless, your chest pressed to hers. “Then I'd tell you how fucking gorgeous you look.”

Your faces are so close together that you can feel her hot breath on your skin. You shiver and do nothing to fight the smile creeping on your lips. “Tell me, then.”

Viktor

He hadn't noticed.

You'd been hanging out in the lab all day, but you should have known better than to presume your new outfit would distract Viktor from his work. Nothing managed to do that, not even you. It didn't make you fester any bitterness towards him, his dedication was just one of the many things you loved about him, but now it had you suppressing a sigh.

Jayce had already gone home and after a small eternity you had finally managed to pull Viktor away from his work, as well, and had you not been there, you were sure he would have stayed in the lab for far longer. Good thing you were, then.

“Viktor?”

“Hmm?” He looked at you with amber eyes and you knew that his thoughts were still lingering on his current project. Time to pull him away.

“You haven't said anything.” Your voice was light as you led him down the hallway, arms linked together.

He blinked. “About what?”

“My new outfit.”

His eyes skimmed over you and you instantly knew that while he didn't recognise it, he also didn't recognise it as new. Still, he said, “Ah, yes, of course. My apologies, my love. You look beautiful.”

You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You're too cute, Viktor.”

“What did I say?” he asked, equal parts surprised and confused.

“Just the right thing, love.”

Caitlyn

She drops whatever she was holding or if she was coming towards you, she stumbles and needs to catch herself. A faint blush tints her cheeks as she regards you.

“Wow … You look beautiful.”

You smile brightly and do a little twirl for her. “Thank you. I'd hoped you'd like it.”

The smile she gives in return is bashful. “Truly, you look wonderful. But …” She hesitates, stepping closer. “You don't have to pick out your clothes for me. I want you to wear whatever you like the most. Not that I don't appreciate-”

“Cat.” When you take her face in your hands, she stops abruptly. “I like what I'm wearing. But I like that you like it too. I like ...” At this part your face turned a little red. “I like looking good for you. You know?”

She lets out a nervous chuckle and cups your hands with hers, snuggling her cheeks against your palms. “Good, I'm glad. And you look so lovely, darling.”

You grin. “That's the third time you've said that.”

Caitlyn's sudden smirk takes you by surprise. “You should prepare to hear it a lot.”

Ekko

He lets out a low whistle. “Damn, firebug.”

“What?” you say, feigning innocence.

“You look hot.” He leans against the wall, eyes raking your body up and down while a smirk tugs on his lips. Your heart flutters in your chest. “Wouldn't mind if you wore that more often around here.”

You had hoped for this reaction, but you keep your act up. “Really?” you say, feigning surprise.

“Sure, why not?” He licks his lips and grins.

“Well, if you've noticed I'm hot, I'm sure someone else will too.” You smirk and lean next to him against the wall.

His eyes flash at you. “Well good thing everyone here knows you're with me.” His eyes flicker down and suddenly, he grins again. “And thank Heavens you are.”

“Looks like I have good taste, then.”

“Looks like I have good taste.” He winks at you and pushes himself off the wall. You take the moment to admire his muscular arms. “C'mon, lovebug.”

“Where are we going?” you ask, quickly skidding after him.

“Showing you off to the others. Can't have that cute outfit going to waste.”

Jinx

You hear her coming before you see her. She's talking, rambling, actually, and you hastily smooth down your clothes and clasp your hands behind your back. Jinx stops dead in her tracks when she sees you standing there. Her mouth snaps shut.

“Hi,” you say slightly breathless and grin at her.

She blinks. “Hi.” Suddenly, she giggles. “You look amazing, sprinkles!”

“Thanks.” You grin at her. “Hoped you'd like it.”

“I love it!” Quickly, she crosses the distance towards you and walks around you in a circle with absolutely no regard to your personal space. But you don't mind. In fact, you love how she looks at you with wide, twinkling eyes, mouth quirked upwards in a pleased smile. “Your outfit is so cool. I might borrow that sometime.” She laughs.

Amused, you smile. “Go ahead.”

She comes to a skidding halt before you and clasps her hands together, her eyes suddenly even wider, her grin even bigger. Her expression sparks your own excitement. “Wanna spike it up? Not that you need it,” she adds quickly. “I just thought-”

You link your arms with hers. “Let's go.”

Vander

His eyebrows shoot up when he spots you (like father like daughter) and he lets out a low whistle. “What beauty graces us with their presence today?”

You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile that spreads on your face. “What do you think?”

“What do I think?” Smiling, he comes closer, taking your hand and twirling you around as you laugh. “I think,” he says in his deep voice, “that you're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on.”

Your cheeks grow very warm and you quickly avert your gaze to hide your embarrassment. “Vander …”

“You asked.” He winks and you smile, before he stoops down to kiss you. “Are you helping out at the bar like that?”

A slight frown appears on your face. “Yeah … Why, do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” he says. “In fact, I reckon that outfit will get you quite a few tips today. Smart thinking.”

You grin. “Figured I'd give you a view while you work.”

“Ah …” You can see the thoughts flicker through Vander's head, though he has the decency not to say them out loud. “I'm a lucky man.”

[lady-griffin]

I love the impression that Caitlyn is this normal, calm, rational person

Because she’s absolutely not!

It’s just that the majority of the other characters she interacts with are just insanely reckless and impulsive and defy all reason and logic to such a ridiculous degree

She’s just the rational one by default

Because at least she knows what the word means and can recognize what she’s doing is reckless 

Like the girl is injured from an explosion she could’ve easily died from and when she is fired the next day, immediately goes to the prison to illegally interview Silco’s goon (illegal cause she’s not an enforcer) and then when that doesn’t work out

She decides to go and talk to this other very dangerous prisoner who beat the shit out of this behemoth of a man to the point that he can’t even move his jaw and then a few minutes later breaks said dangerous prisoner out, by forging documents and orders from a councilor (which has got to be way more illegal than just interviewing these prisoners by pretending she’s still an enforcer)

And then becomes ride or die for said prisoner in like a day

Like….

Cait is so fucking reckless, impulsive and irrational in comparison to anyone who is somewhat normal

But because she is surrounded by people who would not only do that as well, but find it reasonable – she’s become the normal one by default

 It’s just so funny to me

-----

It’s very funny to me that Vi had no idea that Caitlyn was not an enforcer during any of this

Like can you imagine Vi’s reaction when Caitlyn reveals she got her job back despite breaking so many goddamn laws

“wait you weren’t an enforcer when we met? wait you can become an enforcer by breaking the law?”

----

And while obviously this probably wouldn’t have solved anything

It’s also very funny to me if when Jinx went to Vi

“You’re with an enforcer?”

and Caitlyn just responded with, “actually I’m not an enforcer. I have absolutely no authority in regards to the law at this moment.”

And again possibly Vi’s reaction being a mix of 

“wait you lied to me?” and “wait that means I’m not falling for an enforcer, oh thank god”

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

heyhey!! i loveeee your writing!!!! i was wondering if you could please write some hcs for caitlyn and vi with a shy girlfriend? and how they interact with her? thank you so much and take your time!!!! have a great day!

(Hey! This is lowkey shit but eh. Here ya go, enjoy! Have a good day!)

Vi and Cait x Shy Reader Vi

She’s pretty bold, so I don’t think she would understand at first

She was kinda confused when she saw just how shy you actually were

But after she understood a bit she would find it amusing, kinda cute

She flirts with you just for the hell of it

She likes how you just freeze and turn red when she says something even REMOTELY flirty

She obviously won’t do it to the extent that you’re uncomfortable

If you ever feel uncomfortable somewhere she would most likely have her hand on your waist

Or an arm over your shoulder

Don’t like PDA?

Not a problem, she’ll save her amazing love for in private

She’s not big on PDA in public unless to show someone who won’t get the hint you’re together

Preferring to be affectionate in private instead

She would kiss the top of your head a lot or sometimes your cheek and hug you

But in private?

Be ready man

This amazing woman is sneak attacking you with hugs, kisses and the whole thing

Ever feel uncomfortable around someone?

You best know she’s given’ ‘em the death glare

Take you away from the situation and will find them later

Just for a chat

(It wasn’t a chat)

Man or woman was in the hospital the very next day

You can't tell me this woman does not loves hugs from behind

You or her she don’t care

She likes flirting with you to see your reaction to it

She finds it just amazing

Ever get bold any way?

This woman is so shell shocked

You ever feel nervous somewhere?

Let's get out of there because she isn’t a big fan of it either

When you first met you were pretty reserved

She found her way around it

Started first by just sitting across from each other in silence

Eventually you guys became some sort of friends

She eventually got around your small shell and you got through hers

You are not stuck together

Forever

Caitlyn

Cait doesn’t really understand why you’re so shy

I mean, she first noticed it when she took you to an event hosted by her mother

She noticed how you didn’t really interact with anyone or speak to anyone

Being a little reserved, quiet and speaking rarely

She was used to them, her mom was a councilor so she had to get used to being around so many people and talking to them

She tried to help and get you to talk to more people

On your own boundaries, of course

But she eventually stopped, not wanting to make you uncomfortable

She actually prefers how shy you are at first

She first noticed you as the quiet being 

She liked the quiet, sometimes noise but mostly quiet

Big moments in your relationship are just sitting with one another in silence or the dark

She’s not big on PDA

She’ll mostly hug you, kiss your cheek or hold your hand

In private is the best though

This woman is the best in general

She likes holding your hand and kissing your forehead though

Amazing, she gives the best hugs too

She also flirts without knowing it

She is a very smooth talker

She’ll feel a little guilty after saying something flirty and just seeing how you freeze and blush at it

She eventually would probably do it on purpose like Vi just for the hell of it

If you ever feel uncomfortable or don’t wanna be somewhere in public? 

She’ll gladly ditch

Or feel uncomfortable around someone?

Yeah, they’re no longer a problem

[kirain]

What do you think about all the people calling Silco a antihero and a good father?

I hate doing this to villains I actually enjoy, but I think this needs to be said:

No, Silco is not a good person, he's not an antihero, and he's not a good father. He's a complex, beautifully-written villain, but a villain nonetheless.

First of all, he destroyed half of Zaun with shimmer, which resulted in the deaths of hundreds (possibly thousands) and the addictions of many more. He distributed the drug as a cure-all to people who live in an impoverished city that has no hope or opportunities. I quote Ekko, "He flooded the lanes. Didn't care who got hurt." He never had Zaun's best interest at heart, despite manipulatively claiming otherwise. He only cared about his personal enterprise and eventual dictatorship. It was all about power and revenge for him, and he didn't care who got caught in the crossfire. His drug labs were even run by children, all of whom he considered expendable.

On that note, he isn't above killing children either. When Marcus began to defy him, he threatened to kill his daughter and make it look like an accident. When he kidnapped Vander, he purposely let Claggor, Mylo, and Vi break into his base with the full intention of killing them, painfully. Never mind the fact that Vander’s “betrayal” was his own doing because he wanted to rile Piltover with acts of war that would result in Zaun’s annihilation. Vander simply tried to stop him. Not to mention he had zero remorse for the boy Jayce accidentally killed and even taunted his grieving mother. You'd think he'd be able to sympathise with the loss of a child, but no. He's a towering hypocrite, only caring if the loss impacts him directly.

Though I think the biggest aspect most people are overlooking is the fact that he caused Jinx's trauma. Remember, he killed her dad, her brothers, and he tried to kill her sister. Technically Jinx caused the explosion, but why were they there in the first place? Silco. He then lied, knowing full well that Marcus took Vi. He didn't know she was still alive, but that doesn't matter. He let Jinx go on believing her sister abandoned her, which he knew caused her deep-seated issues. When Vi returned, he continued to lie about why she was there, saying she only wanted the crystal, even though Sevika told him otherwise. It wasn't to "protect" Jinx, it was because he was afraid of losing her. It was selfishness.

In the end, Silco became so reliant on Jinx that he wasn't willing to let her go. Not for anything. Not even for her own sanity and wellbeing. In the final showdown, instead of letting Jinx reconnect with her sister--which he knew she wanted--he tried to kill Vi yet again because he realised Powder was clawing to the surface. So many people think Silco was a good father, but he didn't help that child, he destroyed her. Mutated her. He let Jinx feel the pain of abandonment because he was desperate for someone to share his misery. These are not the actions of a "good father". He certainly loved her, nothing he did to her was intentionally malicious, from his perspective, but he's also the reason her mind is so jumbled. Not all love is inherently good.

Moreover, he had no right to get so attached to Jinx in the first place. He stole her. I find it kind of disturbing how many people blame Vi for “abandoning” Powder, when the reality is she didn’t. She was fifteen, she saw her family die (for the second time), and she found out that her own sister, who wasn’t even supposed to be there, was inadvertently responsible. After she punched Powder, she was overcome with guilt and sorrow and walked away to take a break. Powder mistook Vi’s actions as abandonment, but Vi never intended to leave her. The true tragedy is that both Powder and Vi’s reactions are understandable. They were both children and they were both suffering, but there’s only one person to blame for that and it’s Silco.

People like to glorify the "you're perfect" line, but the reason Silco said that is because he molded Jinx into his own personal sense of perfection. He erased Powder's entire identity to create an unstable soldier who would follow his every order, construct deadly weapons, and kill without empathy or reflection. He even convinced her to kill her friends. Jinx wrongfully places her psychosis on Vi's shoulders because of that night in the alley, but what that poor, broken girl doesn't understand is that it's Silco who put her in that situation, Silco who impressed his own trauma onto her, and Silco who encouraged her delusions. Eventually he realised he was wrong, but not until it was too late. Not until she was wanted for his mistakes.

Just like his eye, his love was toxic.

[sheislethal]

i have a request! so can you do a head cannon of arcane characters reaction to y/n having a wet dream or reader waking up late after a ✨spicy✨ night

INCLUDES: JINX, VI, SEVIKA, EKKO, and CAITLYN

WARNINGS: {MDNI} NSFW, mature themes, etc.

Notes: I will not be writing the 6th-11th of this month due to me going on a trip. My requests will still be open, though!

JINX:

Once she was awoken by your quiet moans, a devious smile flickered onto her face.

Heat traveled down her body as she continued to listen to you.

Her hand somehow happened to slip between those pretty thighs of yours.

She watched you react to her touch with eager eyes before she really started working you.

She would bite her lip to muffle her own moans at the sight of your flushed face.

If you didn't wake up, she would work you over the edge.

If you did wake up, she would let you react to the situation before she quickly flipped herself on top of you

and she would proceed to eat you out until you came undone.

"Those pretty sounds of yours drive me insane, toots. I just couldn't help myself-"

You two would not be going back to sleep.

"What were you dreamin' about, sweets? Dreamin' about me touchin' ya like this- tastin' you like this?"

VI:

Once Vi had been awoken by your sweet sounds, she was down bad.

Her eyes would light up in amusement as she watched you squirm in your sleep.

Her scarred lips would carefully attach to your neck, so as to not wake you up.

Her hand would quickly find its way between your thighs.

She would smirk against your skin once your moans became more evident as she touched you.

It's no secret she got off on watching you get off, so she would be pretty turned on.

Her steel eyes would take in every subtle jerk and furrowing of your eyebrows as she continued to drive you to your peak.

She would be itching to murmur sweet praises into your ear.

Once you finally stirred, she was relieved to be able to.

"G'morning, baby. Saw you needed some help, so I figured I'd oblige."

"You look so pretty like this- clenching your thighs around my fingers. Oh? You want more? Say please."

SEVIKA:

This wasn't the first time.

Obviously, being with Sevika, you're going to have wet dreams.

A knowing chuckle escaped her lips once she realized this was happening again.

She pull you close if you weren't against her already.

Your back against her chest as she pushed your underwear out of her way.

Rather than moving to your clit first, her metal fingers would head straight to your entrance.

Once she started to hit your g-spot just enough to pull more sounds from you, she would then move her other hand to your clit.

Even as you slept she would give you no mercy.

Her fingers would pound into you, quickly making your consciousness return to you.

"Naughty thing. Still needing me even in your sleep."

EKKO:

Ekko would want to wake you up first.

He likes to see it in your eyes when he's delivering you the pleasure you oh so desire.

You would be drawn from your sleep as he kissed up your neck and across your jaw.

"Something keeping you up, princess?"

"How bout' I help you with that, hm?"

Ekko would have wet dreams, too, and you would always help him with those.

He just wants to return the favor.

He would work you quickly, but deliciously, so you would be able to go back to sleep and get the rest you needed.

But you two never did go back to sleep.

It was always "one more round" with you two.

But one turned into two, and two turned into four.

CAITLYN:

Caitlyn was staying up late working on some enforcer things.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she started hearing you making noises from her bed.

She would curiously approach the bed, only to realize what was going on.

She wouldn't want to disrupt your sleep, but she also didn't want you to go without some relief.

She settled on gently waking you up.

Once you stirred, she would pepper your neck with kisses.

"Do you need a little help, darling?"

She would happily help you out once you accepted her offer.

She wouldn't stop helping until you fell totally limp onto the mattress.

"Have sweet dreams, love." She would murmur into your hair as you fell back asleep in her arms.

[kitsuvil]

[Reverence] — Scaramouche SMAU

vi. (unarchived) high all the time ft. y/n & kunikuzushi

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Ring... Ring... Ring...

Caller: Divine Asshole (Kuni)

I twist and turn in my bed until I find a comfortable spot, avoiding the phone before finally succumbing to it. I know I was the one who brought up calling over the phone, but I didn't actually think about it until we ended stream. I wanted to get a proper apology from him, as well as get to know him without thousands of peoples eyes on us... But that's exactly the problem. Without anyone watching us talk, I wasn't sure how the conversation would go exactly. Was he any different off stream? The most I'd done was text him.

"Hey?"

"Oh— Yeah, sorry, hi!"

"Did you wanna talk about anything specific?"

"I never got a genuine sorry from you, Kuni."

"I thought this was over already, come on."

"I won't actually be satisfied until you apologize and don't pull anything inconsiderate again."

"Fine, but I'm not good at this whole promise thing. I'm... Sorry, that I brought up an uncomfortable topic for you and joked about it. I'm also sorry that I acted rude with the whole sub tweet thing. Are you happy now?"

"And?"

"Y/N... Ugh. Okay, I'll try my best to not do anything like that again. I'll be considerate of your feelings."

"Thank you, was that so hard?"

"Yeah. It was."

"I'm sooo sorry I had to put your through that treacherous journey."

"Cut the sarcasm."

"Never."

"Fine then, what else are we supposed to talk about to get to know each other?"

"I'm quite curious about your choice of questions earlier?"

"Don't you think the chat would want the inside scoop? It'll get you plenty of reactions, it's obvious."

"Yeah but it feels a little unprofessional, at least for me, I wouldn't do something like that in my community."

"I didn't see anything wrong with that, I guess people have their differences."

"No wonder we're getting into a petty argument already."

"But we're still getting out of it, at least?"

"I would hope so, I wouldn't even allow for us to stay in the argument. I like to talk things out."

"I see..."

Both of us sit in silence for a minute or so, not sure what to bring up next. We got our questions out of the way, but then comes the hard part of actually... Talking. I knew this would feel awkward, but it's even worse than I thought.

"How has streaming been? That's something we can talk about. You're a pretty big streamer, I've seen you growing from afar for a while now."

"Stressful. I don't know how you've done this for so long. It's great being at the top of it all, but it feels repetitive and that's why I tried to take the opportunity to find new people to stream with."

"I get that, it feels more like second nature to me by now, I think. Being a bit less popular comes with it's perks. Of course, there is the money situation, I do earn less than those of you with 1 million or more subscribers. Regardless, I would say I'm satisfied with what I have now."

"You're getting pulled into more popular people now and getting more interaction now, aren't you?"

"I wonder who's fault that is... But honestly, I guess I don't mind it from the time being. It feels pretty new and makes me excited to stream."

"In that case, I'll make sure to invite you to all my upcoming collabs, help you out, like a good new friend should?"

"Kuni, please, that's... maybe a bit too far for me."

"Rejected. I see how it is."

"Don't take it like that, I'm just joking~ But really, I don't really need the sudden influx of fans."

"Yeah, yeah, have it your way. I don't need you in my streams anyway."

"I'm happy to be in your streams if that's what you really want?"

"Who said that I wanted your constant presence?"

"You did, do you not remember?"

Silence on the other end. I took the chance to get up, seeing this was going to last longer than I expected. We talked as I rummaged through the kitchen in search of the wine bottle I bought a few days ago. But upon opening it and pouring myself a glass...

"Are you drinking? Your speaker definitely picked up the noise of a wine bottle popping open, Y/N."

"It seems I've been caught red-handed, I thought I'd have a drink to accompany us and to celebrate our new friendship."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea, I think I'll get myself a glass too."

"Maybe we can come up with games to play together and share our hobbies or interests in the meantime, who knows what we could have in common."

"Sigh... I would say no, but if you insist, how could I?"

"Don't try and hide it, you have to think we could have some common interests too. That's natural curiosity."

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

It seems to me that mission: fix friendship with Kuni is a success. I guess he's not as bad as I thought. Maybe we'll have less petty arguments and more getting along now, at least I hope.

summary; kunikuzushi only became a streamer to follow in his idol's footsteps. but now, he’s ahead of the person he idolized and they have no idea who they are or what they mean to him. due to his ego, instead of explaining the situation in natural ways, kuni has to show his affection with… different methods.

aka: the guide on how to romance your favorite streamer, y/n. 

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a/n; this chapter was so difficult to write im sorry if the quality isnt as good as the rest 😭💔 i hope you all enjoy it regardless!!