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youn9racha · 2 years

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Sundress

pairing: bff!seungmin x bff!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: seungmin is not good at hiding his feelings for you, you pretend to be oblivious but you knew all along, especially when you heard him jerk off at the thought of you one time. you deviced a plan to rile him up upon remembering his rant about sundresses and you went ahead with it.

warning: reader has a vagina and uses she/her, cunnilingus, referenced perv!seungmin, bffs to lovers (?), public sex, dom!seungmin, sub!reader, edging and cockblocking, pantie snatching (?)

words: 3.1k

a/n: I've written this while i was going through some tough shit (still do) but i'm fine so dw about me 🤪🤪 anyhow, this piece is not really my proudest, but I haven't made any seungmin fic,,, like at all, i only got a timestamp, and that is merely it, so cheers to that hehe 👹👹 anyways hope y'all enjoyed it

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

You knew this would drive Seungmin crazy.

The way your sundress teasingly revealed your back, your cleavage poking through, the straps complimenting your shoulders and glowing skin, your hair cascading prettily across your face, the fabric clings into your body deliciously with your hard nipples poking through—going braless was essential and it was not only because of the fact the dress was backless. You knew that Seungmin would go weak for it, if you could, you would fuck yourself if you were in his place, but you intended for him to do the job.

“Why are you dressing up for him in this fashion?” one would ask, well to make a long story short you’ve heard him moaning out your name one night when he “called in sick” one day, and as what a good friend would do, you brought in some food and medicine to help him with his so-called illness, except that he needed a different type of care that he could never vocalize.

You’ve sensed that Seungmin had a thing for you but almost always pushed it to the side because you thought you were overthinking, but after hearing Felix and Jeongin talking about his crush on you, and also secretly witnessing that one session he had, you thought your theory was right. And you remembered this one instance about how he went on a tangent about sundresses and how he’s convinced that they’re god’s creation.

“I want to thank whoever thought of sundresses,” Seungmin randomly blurted, making you knit your eyebrows.

“Why is that?”

Seungmin looked at you as if you cursed at him, “are you fucking kidding me? It’s just the perfect outfit a girl could wear, the way it’s cute and simple yet so enticing and sexy, just—phew”

He huffed and shook his head as if he was out of breath in disbelief. He later muttered something afterward, which you couldn’t exactly match what he said but assume that he was continuing to admire the article of clothing.

“I want to fuck you in it…”

“What?”

“I said, they’re fuckable.”

You would giggle at the memory; you should have seen it coming. You applied your sunscreen before putting on light make-up and adjusted your hair and dress one last time. Seungmin was waiting for you outside your house in his car, with his picnic sets sitting in the backseat as he fiddled his fingers. He was nervous, if not showcased by the way he was twiddling his fingers on the steering wheel. He doesn’t know why he feels that way, it’s not like you do anything special. He always saw you as his stupid friend; a stupid hot friend who he wishes he could hear you say his name like a prayer as he pounds you—

“God dammit, Seungmin, get your shit together that’s your friend!” Seungmin mutters himself as he slaps himself repeated as he repeats words to remind him that this was a platonic picnic. He kept doing his odd movements until he heard a knock on his window, which ultimately made him stop and look at whoever knocked. It was you, smiling at him bewilderedly, which made Seungmin widen his eyes in fear as he realized that you’ve seen him hitting himself like a weirdo.

“Shit,” he cursed to himself as he fumbled with the lock button to unlock the passenger door for you to get in. As you open the door, you greeted him excitedly and went in to hug him, he caught a glimpse of your dress, and oh, man, does he look red. Especially when he sees the backless part where it exposed have of your back and then your full cleavage after pulling away, he felt like he was losing his mind.

He began staring unknowingly down at your chest, which means your plan was working, but you still had to play your oblivion.

“Are we ready to go or…” You spoke up as you pulled your seatbelt and Seungmin’s gaze away from your chest. He shook his head and blew a raspberry as to snap himself out of it, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“uh, uh, yeah, let’s go!” Seungmin cringed at his pathetic stammers but he couldn’t help it, not when you’re teasing him like this.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m alright! I’m cool, what about you?” Seungmin smiled nervously at you. You almost smirked at his nervousness, but you didn’t want to ruin your plan yet so you had to keep your head in the game so you can get the prize at the end.

“Yeah, I’m fine… just waiting for you to drive…”

“Oh, right!” Seungmin jumped at his idiocy as he began turning the key so he could start the car, the sound revving to indicate that it was working, and off Seungmin drove.

He handed you the aux cord as he encourages you to play your music, which you happily took. Seungmin loved your diverse music taste and he didn’t mind listening to anything you played, even if it’s from a genre he doesn’t typically enjoy, if you like it, he likes it.

This is perhaps the only innocent thing he thought of you thus far, only for it to be interrupted as he sees through his peripheral vision you leaning back in the chair, head placed upwards to the headrest, legs up at the dashboard, exposing your pretty legs as your dress slides down slowly, almost as if gravity was helping you teasing him. You rolled the windows down, letting the cool air hit your face as you allow it to blow back your hair. You breathed and sighed loud, followed by a slight pleasing moan at the feeling of relaxation.

You knew what you were doing, this was a part of the plan after all. You weren’t sure if Seungmin figured it out or not, but seeing how his knuckles turn white and how he slightly shifts his seat every time he takes a quick glance at the side view mirror—or rather you—tells you that you were on the right track regardless. Seeing him struggle at concentrating on the wheel ahead of him is exactly what you wanted to see.

After a few minutes of driving while the music was playing in the background as you two have small talk, Seungmin parked his car as you two arrived at the destination. He took you to a secluded part of the park for you two to have your moment and just relish it—a moment that is going to be an interesting one.

You two got off the car and started setting up the picnic. Seungmin picked the basket from the backseat as he turned to face you, and there he saw you crouching down as you set the picnic mat down. You got on your hands and knees as you smoothed out the mat, leaving Seungmin standing there staring at your ass. Your slight arched back made Seungmin’s head wander into dangerous territory, wishing he could push up your dress and just fuck you right there but all he could do is gulp and shake his head as he went around you and sat down on the mat.

Not too long after the odd yet heated tension you’ve created, you two wounded up eating the food you two brought, reminiscing about old memories, and just having a philosophical discussion from time to time, like;

“You really think that orange Fanta is the best soda when a whole ass sprite exists?!”

“Sprite?! Are you out of your fucking mind, Seungmin?! Who the fuck aside from you thinks sprite is the superior drink?!”

“Many people! More people than you’d think!”

And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Sure, you two have this lustful attraction that was quite evident in the air, but you two have yet to make a move on each other and thus carry on the “platonic” schtick you two would showcase. After the whole discourse died down, you two went back to the silence you two had in the beginning, but this time the tension was getting hotter by the second.

You two weren’t doing remotely anything, aside from you laying on the ground with your legs propped up with a book in hand reading the content it had. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to curse at himself or pat himself on the back, as he was sitting right next to your legs, with just a turn, he could witness your panties that failed to be concealed by the dress, especially when you lifted your knee upwards. The words in his book seem to be faded as he couldn’t help but his eyes focused on the lace that is trapped between your legs.

If he looked even closer, he can almost see a small dark spot in your panties, indicating a wet stain than anything. He gulped as he saw you clenching your legs from time to time, your hips slightly quivering as you carried on reading your book. He knows that your book contained smut in it as you were open about buying it just for that reason, which he ultimately assumes that you’re getting turned on by the scene you were witnessing.

While it wasn’t a lie, the only reason why you reacted that way is that you imagined yourself and him in that scene. The two characters were almost in a similar situation, two friends sitting at a park and hanging out, only for one thing leading to another, and these two “friends” were fucking right against the tree. You breathed through your nose as you got your legs together, while Seungmin just examined your movements and smirked behind the hardcover.

“Is something wrong?”

Seungmin abruptly spoke, letting the cover go off of his face, showcasing his delicate yet sharp jaw. You were really immersed in the story that you didn’t pay attention to the actual Seungmin speaking to you. Rather than call you out, instead, he closed the book and faced you, his hands reached to your knees and placed them there as he leans towards your legs. Your eyes widened behind your book as suddenly you couldn’t read the words, and instead feeling the pressure within your lower of your legs.

You lowered your book to only reveal your eyes, looking up at Seungmin, whose head was hovering over your knees and smirking at you. He stroked your shins, as he asked the question you’ve ignored.

“You didn’t answer me, (y/n),” he spoke softly as he pried your legs open just slightly so he could have a better look at you, “what’s wrong?”

While this wasn’t the plan you initially thought of, you were flustered as hell and glad to be as you were now witnessing a side of Seungmin, you never saw. His eyes were glazed with a dark lustful aura to them, fire inflamed within them as his salacious hunger increased. Seeing how the book was used as a shield to your face, he knows it was a weak one given by how he grabbed the book and discarded it somewhere else, making you feel exposed to him.

“Finally, I can see that pretty face of yours.”

His voice rasped as his fingertips grazed the side of your face as he traces your cheekbones and jaw. You sighed in through your nose as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Seungmin…” you only managed to say that out loud as a response, but that alone made Seungmin leans down and kissed you with such vigor, a silent “took you long enough” type of passion, especially with the way your lips molded perfectly with his. His tongue and yours made contact as it started to heat up, the fire within your loins started to ignite even bigger than it started, and Seungmin added more fuel by teasingly grinding his trouser-cladded crouch within your wet heat, making both of you groan at the sensation. Your skirt has since risen, that had it not for your panties, nature itself would have seen your lower half naked body, exactly what you like to see, especially with the man who’s currently ravishing you.

“Min… fuck me… please fuck me…”

Your pleasured muttering made Seungmin pull away with a teasing expression painted on his face. His raised brow tagged with his braces-covered teeth poking through his half smile created a menacing mixture of thoughts in Seungmin’s head, the way you were heavy breathing, even though barely anything happened, underneath him while being outside where anyone could see them in this state made him want to go crazy. Granted, they were in a secluded spot, thus the chances of them getting caught were being seen by anyone are slim, but the sheer thought of Seungmin making you a moaning mess where anyone could hear you made him harder even more than he was earlier in the car when he saw your dress or you squirming at the smut you were reading.

Seungmin wasted no time as his hand went down to your hips and started to strip your panties, and while doing so, Seungmin started to speak.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this, (y/n),” he started as he stared into your eyes while fidgeting with the elastic of your underwear, “how bad I wanted you to be bent over for me, how bad I wanted to mark you, make you say my name like a prayer,” his fingers wrapped around the sides as he began removing the garment, “how badly I wanted to make you mine…”

Once he fully removes your panties, exposing your glistening labia to him made him hiss and smile, “fucking hell, (y/n), your pussy looks better than what I have imagined.”

His vulgar language astounded you, as you never would have thought that he would say that to you, let alone anyone. He didn’t have the cleanest mouth per se, but he doesn’t often say anything dirty so hearing him say what he said shocked you and turned you on as shown by the way you clenched to him.

“Aw, is my best friend getting turned on by me complimenting her pussy? you’re so cute,” he cooed, but it didn’t have an ounce of gentleness in his tone whatsoever. His fake gentle smile faded into a dark expression which made you gulp at the switch of faces.

“I know what you’ve been up to,” he glowered as he got down to kiss the sides of your legs, “you knew what you were doing the dress, you knew that I’d go crazy and you just want to fulfill your sick fantasy of humiliating me…” each time he spoke he would go lower and lower, making you breathing heavily as you begged and pleaded for him, even mixing in a few “apologies” to him, which he would snicker in response at your pathetic actions.

“You’re sorry now? Guess what, (y/n)?” His lips were dangerously close to your heat as his breath was hitting it, “you’re gonna do as I say instead, you got that?”

The question was rhetorical as before you answered, his tongue began doing its movements within your slit and up to your clit, making you gasp and moan at the feeling. You didn’t doubt it from him, but your expectations of his skill in cunnilingus were exceeded thanks to his tongue. He started painfully slow, which made you grind on his face by bucking your hips. He didn’t like that so he held your hips down by his arm, making them static by his force.

The pace of his tongue began speeding up, making the volume of your whines even higher, calling out for Seungmin and stating how good you felt. You were ecstatic at how your fantasy was becoming a reality, the only thing missing was him stretching you out with his erected cock, which you hope would happen eventually, but you know you wouldn’t get it that easily especially not when you’ve angered him.

“Seungmin… please… I’m so close… fuck—“

Seungmin ignored as he continued with his feast on you, his face nodded as he tries to grant you more pleasure. You felt your climax approach, making you squeal as you felt yourself getting close until he suddenly stopped his movements and got his head up.

You couldn’t see him, due to you closing your eyes at the previously blissed-out feeling, but you began whining at him pulling out, and begging him to continue, only for him to shush you and covers your mouth, making you open your eyes wide in bemusement. You see him look to the side as he hears what he assumed were people walking and talking. The steps were getting closers and the voices were getting louder so he tells you to get up so you can leave.

Fearing that they were the footsteps of police officers, the two of you didn’t bother to clean up yourselves and just started packing up your picnic quickly. You noticed your panties were missing and started to look for it, only for Seungmin to tell you to not worry and get in the car.

Pouting, you got in the car with him and began driving off. You looked at the people who happened to be walking closer in your direction; they were a middle-aged couple walking around holding hands. You sighed in relief as you confirmed to Seungmin that they weren’t cops but a couple, which made Seungmin react the same way.

While bitter that you two packed up and left for nothing, you still were glad that a portion of your dream became a reality, and sort of got what you wanted. However, sitting in Seungmin’s car without panties made you feel odd and timid, in contrast to you earlier on your way to the park where you had your legs up in the dashboard, not caring—or rather hoping—if Seungmin caught a glimpse or not.

Seungmin could only chuckle at your stance, which made you knit your brow, “what’s funny?” you half-retorted with a pout and crossed arm.

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he reached down to his pockets and out he reveals your undergarment making your jaw drop—the cheeky bastard kept in his pocket as further punishment. You tried to snatch it, only for him to place it back in his pocket before you can take it.

“You don’t think this punishment was over, right?” Seungmin darkly chuckled, his car stopped at a stoplight before his eyes, the same dark ones you saw back at the park that made you feel small, met up with yours, making you feel apprehensive.

“This is only the start, just you wait when we get home.”

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mosneakers · 10 months

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Coraleye: And so the the little boy realized that because he gave the little frog the freedom to leave, it eventually found its way back home; and the little boy and the little frog lived happily ever after. [Whispers] The end. Good night, sweetheart.

Coraleye gets up to put the storybook away, then curls up into Tycho's lap. Coraleye: What are you thinking about? [Smiles]

Tycho: Well, I was just thinking... I had a feeling Pierce liked you.

Coraleye: [Laughs and playfully taps Tycho on the shoulder] Tycho! Were you listening to us?

Tycho: Only partially. I was on plant-child duty, and that took priority. I thought he and Janie were together?

Coraleye is half distracted as she stands up to find her phone. Tycho hangs on to her, not ready to let go yet.

The game decides that Tycho "likes physical intimacy"

Coraleye: [Disappointed frown] I know. It really seemed like they were such a good match. Tycho: And the wedding... They introduced each other to their families! Coraleye: RIGHT? They were clearly so into each other, the chemistry was palpable! Tycho: You know they got a room together...

The game decides that Tycho "likes gossip" Coraleye: They had to have. But no, apparently they spent all last summer together, she came up and stayed with him and his family in Brindleton Bay. He was even going to... [Coraleye's eyes widen and she grimaces painfully] consider maybe even proposing, but... Janie eventually ended things after she went home because the long distance wasn't working for her, and she wanted to stay in Moonlight Falls. Pierce wasn't willing to leave, and says he thinks a Brindleton Bay girl would be better for him anyway. [Sigh] ...and that's when he said it...

Pierce: So, this is going to sound crazy... I know we're friends and all but...well...okay here it goes, I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU. Phew. Okay. It's out there. Um... so... would you want to go out with me sometime? You're super cool. I really want to hang out with you more...? Tycho: Well, did you tell him you're my Brindleton Bay girl?

Coraleye: I told him I'm taken, and that we're together, yes. And that I'm actually still married to Mira anyway, ha.

Tycho: Right, that. Did he take it well?

Coraleye: Yeah. Pierce has never been pushy. I told him that I'm also really flattered and stuff, but I think we should just be friends. We agreed to pretend it never happened.

Tycho: [Relieved smile] Well, best of luck to him in his attempt to pretend that never happened. But, I'm glad he took it well. This happens to you a lot, doesn't it?

Coraleye: What? Nah. Just... enough to know the protocol. [Shrugs and smiles] Oh lookie here! [Points at text message on phone] Looks like Alice and Sage are home.

Sage: Wow, they're all sound asleep. You two make a dang good team! Alice: Thanks for watching them again. We totally needed this time away. I hope they didn't make you never want to have kids, I know they're a handful.

Coraleye: Actually, quite the opposite! [Glances at Tycho] After tonight I'm even more certain babies will be in my future. Right, Tyke?

Tycho: ??? Yes, yeah! Yes.

Alice: [Shocked/excited gasp] Oh my mod, babe! Wouldn't they make such adorable babies? How far in the future are we talking? Sage: Okay calm down. We can't just ask others about their plans to have children... But yes theywouldbesofreakingcute, ahhh!

[Hysterical laughter]

This Pierce arc wasn't supposed to happen, but when the game made him send Coraleye a text confessing that he had a crush, we had to take a bit of a tangent. For character building, of course! Now back to our regularly scheduled programming (coming tomorrow 😘)

#Sims 4 #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 gamplay #MD4 #Coraleye Darling #Tycho Curious #Strangerville #Sage Darling #Nym Darling #Alice Darling #Pierce Delgato #MD4season10 #Man I'm so mad Pierce and Janie didn't work out :(#They were cute

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psychewritesbs · 5 months

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Chapter 244: Inhuman Makyo Shinjuku Showdown, Part 16--Miwa's sword vs Higuruma's sword

😮‍💨 phew. What a week to be a jjk fan.

I've been on jjk defense mode for days 😂 quite the exercise in futility truly joke's on me lmao

So this week I am going on a tangent about Miwa because I would have liked to see more from her AND I think Gege was using Miwa to tell a story that did not align with those expectations.

So... at the expense of ghost writing for Gege...

... I am going on a tangent about the symbolism in this chapter surrounding Miwa's character and what that says for her and why I find it relatable af, not necessarily as a woman, but as a human.

You have been warned...

Your death would be meaningless

So we start the chapter with the main complaint against jjk this last week: its character deaths are meaningless, purely for shock value, and don't contribute anything to the overall themes, other characters, and plot.

So I love Kusakabe here saying "your death would be meaningless if you joined this battle, if you don't want to die then you don't want to die and that's a'ok kthanksbye" because this speaks to having a reasonable mindset and a strong sense of self needed to make a choice like Nori did.

One thing to consider is that jjk is a battle between instinct free from reason (Sukuna and other sorcerers like him) and reason (whom Angel and characters like her represent).

Which brings us to Miwa who has not explicitly shared any reasoning regarding running away. In fact, she's still very much part of the gang even if she can't swing her sword anymore--that kind of says something about her instinctual self.

That is not to mention that, Miwa is an ant in a battle of dancing elephants, and Kokichi wanted to protect and see her flourish.

So Miwa joining this battle directly would truly be a meaningless death.

And yet, I wanted her to do something unexpected.

I wanted her to do something kick ass because plot twist, I was hoping that every time she called herself useless she was just being self-depreciating and that she could actually make something, anything happen.

And that's when I realized that Miwa is past "me".

So there goes all objectivity about jjk out the window. Here comes the ghostwriting.

Miwa has bought into an identity about herself that keeps her limited in what she can do and accomplish--this is one of the most basic themes at the core of jjk.

People who THINK they are the strongest and how that idea of themselves limits how they perceive and relate to others.

People who THINK the best they can do is throw away their life and how that idea of themselves makes them downplay their abilities.

Or people who THINK they are useless and how they fumble their future because of the one time they decided to believe in themselves... well, we all know how that went.

What I love about this is that it's anticlimactic af given how easily Kenny breaks Miwa's sword.

And I love it precisely because it's real. Like... after seeing herself as useless for so long instead of focusing on developing her sense of self, never being able to swing the katana is the result of how Miwa overestimated herself because of her naivety.

Our actions have consequences, and jjk does not shy away from that truth and never has. Look at Megumi right now.

I also loved that there's a character with a sword so powerful, it can kill it's opponent with a single swing.

And that got me thinking about the symbolic significance of the sword in relation to Miwa and Higuruma because it almost feels like Gege might just be intentional about juxtaposing these two characters in terms of their sense of self.

The sword as symbol of the mind

This is true especially when you look at Miwa's clueless reactions to all of the talk about law, which is a logic-based endeavor, and you compare that to Higuruma's effortless handling of the discussion.

The thing is that the sword is a masculine/yang symbol that can represent authority, power, and dominance, and more importantly, the penetrative and discriminative abilities of the intellect.

Think of it this way, like the mind, a sword can metaphorically cut through darkness to create clarity and understanding, just as much as it can penetrate through surfaces in search for depth and meaning.

We all have this ability, but in this chapter Miwa is shown to struggle to keep up with the conversation compared to everyone else.

What we saw in this chapter is a clueless 16 year old girl actually idk how old Miwa is but that's besides the point who made a really bad decision because she's young af and lacks the ability to reason the way a grown up would and who has to pay the consequences of her blunder.

Compared to Higuruma's powerful sword, Miwa's sword breaking is symbolic of her will and her own sense of self. Miwa is "weak" because of how she sees herself.

I can see why people would find that annoying, but I kind of personally see it as very empowering because it now means Miwa has to find a way to be useful without her sword. But that's just me. That's kind of how I see the world.

Now, will we get to see said character development? mmm probably not? She is side character af.

Is there an imbalance of "powerful" male characters compared to "powerful" female characters (that tend to all follow a Warrior/Amazon Queen archetype or rely on masculine definitions of strength)?

I'm going to dodge that question by redirecting your attention to the latest hc I was sold because I can't do anything about the question: Higuruma and Mei Mei were a thing.

#Self-righteous lawyer and self-serving hottie have a fling 😮‍💨 this is what shadow dynamics are made of.

That said, would I have preferred that Higuruma was in Miwa's place and that Miwa was the one with the sword powerful enough to bring truth and clarity?

As this chapter showed, I'm not sure Miwa has ever demonstrated that she could be that person at this exact moment in time. And I personally like to think that given time and her own spinoff series "useless Miwa learns she's not useless", she would develop her sense of self further. But more importantly, as I feel about the other characters, I ope that she would learn to love herself as she is.

How's that for ghostwriting?

Anyways... guys... I need to stop getting involved in futile arguments lmao. I know I'm not convincing anyone of anything and I'm not trying to because I respect people don't like what I like. All I can do is share my perspective of things.

Actually. Why did I write all of this? idk. I wanted to share that I like the idea that Miwa has to learn from her mistake and the possibility of where her character goes from there, whether we see it or not. It's all written between the lines as per usual because I have to agree that Gege only has so many panels and a big cast of characters who may or may not be what he wants to focus on.

Which is something that happens with a lot of manga.

Have a happy jjk-break week. Here's to hoping we survive it.

#god i love jujutsu kaisen #jjk ch 244

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lesbianmarrow · 2 years

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trust me you're not alone in the secondhand embarrassment lol as a long-time fan watching from a distance i do think ur idea of some kind of charity fanzine would feel like a much more genuine way to show appreciation than some billboards,,, at this point it's too late for them to uncancel it without it being way too much effort, it's better for fans to find other ways to show their love

ok phew glad it's not just me. yeah i recently helped coordinate a marvel charity fanzine and it was a LOT of work for everyone involved but it was so so worth it, the zine itself is gorgeous and we raised hundreds of dollars for charity which is so exciting!!!! so i think it would be awesome if legends of tomorrow fans did something similar. like yes theres a lot of work involved and also you have to be responsible for keeping track of large amounts of money but these billboard people are already doing that, and like legends of tomorrow fandom is big enough that like i'm sure theres some very grown up adult people who have experience with small businesses and publishing and could do it. i would kill and murder for a zarlie fanzine i think it could be sooooooo cute but i am not quite experienced enough to run it myself.

went off on a tangent there lol but anyway yeah i agree that fans should find other ways to show their love for legends of tomorrow! they should do thinks that are actually fulfilling and meaningful to them instead of trying to change things that are outside their control.

#anon #legends of tomorrow

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goldenlaquer · 3 years

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OKAY. CLEAN SLATE FOR MY SELF-INDULGENT QUESTIONS NOW THAT I'VE GIVEN AN... INTRODUCTION OF SORTS IN THE PREVIOUS ASK. OKAY. PHEW. RUBS HANDS TOGETHER AND SLAPS CHEEKS. I CAN ASK THIS. OKAY. SO. DOES... does... DOES... Does Teito-san... Does he have... ANY YANDERE TENDENCIES?? >////< AND IF HE DOES... PLEASE ELABORATE ON THEM I WILL BEG YOU ON MY KNEES AND LICK YOUR BIG TOE THANK YOU VERY MUCH LAQUER-SAMA

Before I answer let me stop you right there— it is I who should be licking your big toe, as well as the other four toes next to it.

Back to it (sorry this is so fucking long; you made me go off on a tangent with your beautiful question):

LMAOO I'm now realizing with the current information I've put out for Teito, it gives him a very good potential for yandere-ism.

Nah, he's not an actual Yandere, not at all, he doesn't have the psychotic possessiveness or deranged lovesickness, but he does share a trait that Yanderes' typically have. And I guess this is me telling you what exactly makes Teito "weird" as well since they're kinda related.

It's the 0-100 decision-making skills. Sudden. Unexpected. It's his propensity to hurtle head-long to extremities. It's not normal. What other people wouldn't think twice about avoiding, what they'd rather jump hurdles and mountains than to directly confront, Teito won't hesitate to grab by the bullhorns. It's kinda like... if you had two options, between a painless execution that has 0% chance of survival, or an execution method where agony is a certainty and the survival rate is less than, say, 0.5%. Most people would choose the painless execution. Even if the chance is greater than zero, it's still only 0.5%, the odds too slim, why would you cling to that and put yourself through so much unthinkable pain, only to die in the end? But Teito would choose the latter without thinking about it, because of that 0.5%. Behind his tidy appearance, he's quite the gambler, isn't he?

Now lemme take you back to the previous post where I mentioned the "rumor" about Teito slitting his stomach on a petty provocation. Might come as a big shock to you, but it's actually true, Teito still has a nasty scar from it today. What I really wanted to focus on with that was the length of which he went through to prove a silly point. The immediate willingness to commit harakiri. The deepness of the cut, especially. It's like he's asking for death, except he wasn't, because Teito wasn't trying to die, he was only trying to prove he did know how to commit harakiri, by actually committing harakiri— and he was banking on that small chance of surviving.

Like, who the fuck does that? He could've engaged in a raging fisticuffs like so many teenaged boys do when slighted, or simply ignored them. But to such an accusation, Teito gave them the most direct answer that they couldn't refute. He shut them up for good, he did.

Still, if you ask for the logic behind it, I can't give it to you, because Teito is lead more by his feelings, as skewed as they can be sometimes, than what most would give him credit for.

People have limits on the lengths of which they are willing to go for something. I'm not saying Teito doesn't have his limits, but if you threw a pebble down his well of limits, it'd be a very fucking long time before you'd hear a splash.

Oki les go back to yandere-ism, finally, sorry. With this type of mindset, the difference between him and yanderes, is that Teito doesn't have such selfish motivations or desires. He's not gonna kill your ex or that one guy who accidentally grazed your shoulder with his hand. If anything, in these situations, more often than not, Teito is the one pulling the short-straw.

It's such a self-destructive habit and it's why Hijikata put Teito in charge of the 10th Unit Communication and Media Relations where it's more pencil-pushing than sword action, despite his talents in the latter. There are less opportunities there for Teito to get himself stupidly killed (but if he wants to kill himself because dealing with the tabloid vultures is much worse than death, by all means, be Hijikata's guest.)

Ahh nowdays, Teito’s mellowed out a lot, so it’s not like he’s gonna spill guts anytime someone tells him that he cant 😤

#alrighty for my peeps who want to know why harada's weird this is also for you #gintama oc #my oc #harada teito #ugh i think i just vomited over this post with words if there's anything that needs to be further explained or given clarification #please dont hesitate to ask about it !

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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damie vibecca exes au pt 9

post directory

obsetress: ready ok ot4 hc incoming

em: ot4! ot4! ot4

obsetress: after dani breaks up with her viola cuts all her hair off n it's the first impulsive thing she's ever allowed herself to do in her whole life (which should also tell you exactly how fucked up she was by it) n so then we have

obsetress: short curly hair viola

em: what is wrong with you

em: oh i love a dramatic haircut as a motif

obsetress: by the time she and rebecca start hooking up it's grown into a long bob and she keeps that for a while tbh because like

obsetress: viola has impulses all the time but she either: suppresses them, or thinks about them and then does them to the point where they can no longer be considered impulsive

obsetress: vs um

obsetress: dani has impulses all the time and used to suppress them but then fully leaned into

obsetress: charging headfirst into whatever the fuck (vp speech ref sheds a tear)

em: OTP: dont you wanna go apeshitt

obsetress: and thinking about how people change u and rub off on u for the better even after they leave

obsetress: viola: wants to go apeshitt

obsetress: viola: thinks about going apeshitt, thinks about all the ways it would benefit her, thinks about how she would enjoy it even if it did not in any way benefit her

obsetress: viola: yes ok don't you wanna go apeshitt

em: no but i am i am thinking abt like. dani and viola as both sort of? dragged into being housewives and homemakers because Women n viola didn’t really have the power to change her situation (even if she got isabel out of it!) and dani actually managed to call it off

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: grits teeth

obsetress: once again crying over very intentional very deliberate danvi parallels that no one else wants to talk about and i think even in this au right

obsetress: viola is socialized in such a specific space that this can very much still be true

obsetress: and i think like part of what draws her to dani is exactly that––that dani had the freedom to do that much sooner––but also she resents dani for exactly that too

obsetress: even when they're together, and that's the possession piece too

obsetress: i think a part of her thinks if she can't do it for herself she can have it for herself and that's close enough

obsetress: like she v much covets dani

em: ah the unique way that lesbians fuck each other up bc of living in a homophobic and misogynistic society

em:i mean who doesn’t covet danis ass

obsetress: literally and metaphorically

obsetress: and part of dani definitely knows that but part of dani (at least until she doesn't) likes it

obsetress: (also this is kinda what i was getting at w my insane lil pwp alfjadslf but i think it tracks here too)

obsetress: because she's like "well this is what it's supposed to be but it didn't work with eddie because i don't like men but now i'm with a woman and this is how it's supposed to be"

obsetress: "and i like being wanted it's nice to be wanted by someone i want for once"

obsetress: but yeah thinking a lot about the danvi dynamic once again

obsetress: viola short curly hair to viola long bob

obsetress: YEAH I JSUT

obsetress: WENT TO HER INSTA TO FIND

obsetress: AND THEN GOT

obsetress: SO DISTRACTD

[em note: edited out a 30 minute tangent going through pictures from kates instagram]

obsetress: so anyway the whole point of this. long bob viola

obsetress: rebecca loves long bob viola she rly loves um. sitting on her lap and running her fingers back through her hair

obsetress: when she and dani see each other again for the first time dani's all "oh. you cut your... hair" and vi's like "i did" and dani's like "it, um. looks... it looks... good?"

em: i think it’s nice when viola does something for herself :)

obsetress: it's nice :)

obsetress: i'm happy for her :)

obsetress: wish she didn't have to look so much hotter though :)

obsetress: don't make that face, babe, it's fine :)

obsetress: you know i love you :)

em: WAIT

em: dani had a fucking moment. she’s like

obsetress: oh dani likes her girls w curly hair huh

em: counting on her fingers. how many ppl has she dated w

em: YEAH

obsetress: YEAHDLKFJSLDFDFJSLDFj

em: CURLY BROWN HAIR

obsetress: OH MGOD EDDIE TOO

obsetress: NOT JUST GIRLS

obsetress: aw baby has a type

em: so actually it is DANI who ends up w the strongest routine

em: just short bob hair viola sitting next to jamie and dani has a fuckjng. out of body experience. perceives herself a little too hard

obsetress: she's just. staring

obsetress: mouth def hanging open

obsetress: then someone's like "dani? dani?" and she's blinking like five times in a row and sitting up straight

obsetress: but she does def have that moment at brunch

em: jamie doesn’t twig it

em: violas like. violas got a keen eye for anyone ‘copying’ her style. raises one devastating eyebrow

obsetress: dani and vi devastating eyebrow partners n crime

obsetress: later that night, in bed: jamie?

jamie: wot?

dani: do i have a type?

obsetress: jamie immediately wants to jump to no because how could she have anything in common w––

obsetress: oh. oh

em: jamie’s lil wispy premature greys set her apart

em: ‘jamie HATES it when she has things in common w viola’ is my favourite bit sjddkhd

obsetress: jamie "not sure how viola has no greys n she's how much older than me again" taylor

em: dani realises she actually has. no idea how old viola is

em: barely even knows a birthday

em: maybe viola even has like. a decoy birthday

em: queen of being mysterious for the drama of it all

obsetress: "she's just too stubborn to grey is all" "i'm stubborn!" "mm" "wossat supposed to mean" "you're..." "i'm what" "you like to... pretend? you're stubborn" "pretend i'm–– i am!" "jamie, i asked you to repark the car because i didn't want to get out of bed and it's street cleaning day and you immediately jumped up to do it even though you can barely parallel park"

em: WHIPPED

obsetress: jamie's quiet for a long time then, softly: "can parallel park just fine"

obsetress: "mm"

obsetress: whipped as hell

obsetress: this led me to everyone making dani or viola parallel park all the time when they go anywhere

obsetress: hc dani is a Very Good driver. idk why but it tickles me

em: i think um. dani is v independent and wants to be able to do things herself

em: and i think she probably got her license before eddie, but as soon as eddie got his....

obsetress: and dani's better than him n got a better score than him, and yet

em: and yet!

em: they swap out being deso driver if they’re gonna be drinking. or jsut call a taxi lmao

em: i’m so endeared by Extremely Good Driver Dani

em: dani does a reverse park without thinking

obsetress: viola loves her martinis n dani is drunk off of half a glass of sangria

obsetress: same!!!!!!!

obsetress: also just like. imagining

obsetress: dani checking all her mirrors

em: no

em: HANNAH

obsetress: and adjusting everything so fastidious

obsetress: OH GOD

obsetress: i didn't––

em: i jumped

em: phew it’s actually cute

obsetress: yeah! dw i'm not sick

em: well

obsetress: she just goes through her whole lil checklist and is so meticulous and precise

em: jamies like ‘we’re the same height’ and danis like ‘well.’

obsetress: oh god the four of them driving to the seaside for a vacation together (lots of content to mine here, will have to put a pin in most of it because i am getting sleepy) but they end up taking the truck much to vi’s chagrin just because it can hold the most

obsetress: (like viola doesn’t have a range rover but listen it needs to be dani n jamie’s car for this to work)

obsetress: and vi and rebecca are sitting in the back and then rebecca’s frowning and blinking and digging a headband out of the seat between them and viola immediately just. knows

obsetress: she’s like “dani?” “mm?” “you and jamie... have cleaned your car recently, right?” (jamie’s chiming in: “i’m right here, vi, you can address me too,” viola pointedly ignores her) “um... maybe a couple months ago? why?” “well,” and vi pokes her disdainfully with the headband, “can you at least tell me you’ve had it cleaned between whenever this got stuck between the seats and rebecca and me sitting here now?”

obsetress: dani just GRINS sheepishly

obsetress: “i could tell you that, but...” “but?” dani mumbles “it would be a lie”

obsetress: anyway dunno why vi’s that upset about having to sit in the backseat where dani n jamie hooked up, like, last week when it’s not like she and rebecca haven’t been inside the two of them respectively but it’s absolutely the kind of contrarian shit she’d choose to be pressed about and it makes me laugh so

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #yeah

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cosmic-affinities · 3 years

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It Would Bring Us Together

Summary: The Class A dorms are abnormally empty on Halloween night and the few that are left aren’t allowed to leave. Their solution? A spooky movie night! That doesn’t bode well for a couple who has kept the simple fact that they are together a secret for over six months.

A VERY self-indulgent secret dating fic written in one sitting less than a week ago! The other ships are all sorta vague mainly because it’s a short fic.

(Word Count:~2.6k)

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“It’s gotta be The Exorcist! We can’t watch anything else on Halloween! That would be so lame!” Kaminari exclaimed, he had very strong feelings about the proper horror movie.

Class A had been very explicitly told that, unless their parents checked them out, they were not allowed to leave campus on Halloween. That ended with a majority of the class leaving and the rest planning a movie night in the dorms.

“Anyone have a problem with my amazing movie choice? No? Good! We’ll start around ten and watch all of them until we can’t keep our eyes open!” Kaminari took the relative silence as agreement.

“Wait who all is still here?” Sero was right, they needed to know so they had the right set up.

“Well us three, Bakubro, Mido, Shinsou, Shouto, and Iida.” Kirishima quickly supplied, he figured it out right away, he wanted to make sure… someone was there.

“Alright, Kiri you are in charge of getting Midoriya to the movie night!”

“What the hell Denks! Why me?” The confusion was evident in Kirishima’s voice.

“Cause I saw you stick your tongue down his best friend’s throat, so you get that honour!”

A dark blush fell over Kirishima’s face, nearly matching his hair.

“W-well, he’s also good friends with Shinsou! Why don’t you tell him!”

“Pendejos please, we get it! You’re both being gross with Midoriya’s friends.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Sero! How is Iida by the way?” Apparently, Kaminari was quick to call out his best friends.

The trio all backed off, knowing good and well how far they could go without realizing it. Kirishima spoke up once again.

“You know what, why don’t we just get Bakubro to do it?”

His friends nodded and called it a day before they had to decide who was going to tell Katsuki.

The next day rolled around and the remaining students were all eating in the common room, they were glad for the time off but they never knew how boring a Friday on campus could be.

“So let me get this straight. You shit heads planned a movie night for tomorrow, for the eight of us. As if we have any other choice than being here.” Katsuki’s flat tone made his sarcastic jab all the more hilarious.

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds dumb! But yes, and you can’t say no!”

“Everything you say sounds dumb, dunce face. But whatever sure.”

“You’re not going to argue? Or yell at me?”

“No what the fuck? Is that all you think I do?”

“Well no! But that’s what you usually do when we ask you to do stuff.”

“Yeah when there is going to be a band of 18 idiots there, I argue. This bull shit there’s only seven of you and I can pretty much guarantee you won’t be doing much talking.”

Kaminari blushed at the implication but knew the explosive blond was right.

“Oh yeah, one more thing. We kinda put you in charge of getting Midoriya there.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes before sighing softly.

“Of fucking course you did. OI NERD! Movie night tomorrow!”

Izuku quickly responded with a head nod and thumbs-up, not wanting to yell across the room.

“There, done. Anything else?”

Kaminari’s eyebrows were furrowed, the lack of complaint from Katsuki was really freaking him out.

His confusion was cut short, Izuku had made his way over to the pair of blonds.

“You said movie night tomorrow, right? What are we watching?”

“I don’t know, dunce face still hasn’t said. Probably some shitty horror flick though.”

“Hey! The Excorcist is not shitty!” Kaminari’s attention finally snapped back, he wouldn’t stand for the defamation of a classic.

“There you go, shitty horror flick, as I said.” Katsuki turned his attention to Izuku, not wanting to indulge whatever tangent Kaminari was ready to go on.

Izuku looked at Katsuki, trying to communicate something, before turning to Kaminari again.

“O-oh, I guess we’ll see how this goes! I’ve never been one for horror movies.” At best Izuku was fudging the truth, at worst he was telling a flat out lie.

Horror movies used to get to him, especially ones that relied on fear of the unknown to scare you but after… everything he had been through, a few ghosts seemed easy in comparison.

Katsuki’s head cocked to the side after Izuku’s remark, after a moment though he seemed to come to a realization.

“Of course a shitty nerd like you would be afraid of a dumb movie. I guess you’re stuck with me cause the rest of these fuckers are all paired off.” The two locked eyes once more, just for a second, and understood. Kaminari stood and watched the pair, unaware of their silent conversation.

“Alright well, we might have the day off but I can’t miss out on my training! Did you say you wanted to spar today Kacchan?”

“Duh, a spar is the best way to train, you’re a nerd you should know that.”

Izuku smiled and laughed lightly, making his way towards the locker rooms with Katsuki as they waved goodbye to their remaining classmates.

The pair separated to grab their gear and quickly made their way to a training ground. They fell into their normal routine and had gotten an effective amount of training in, within about an hour.

“Phew, I’m tired! You really had me moving today Kacchan!”

Katsuki smiled, a rare sight, before replying.

“Damn right I did! I gotta keep you on your toes Deku! Plus those shitty extras have been getting used to dodging high-powered attacks so I’m making sure I can shoot them out faster so those fucks still know where they stand.”

“If by getting used to you mean they are no longer getting singed on a weekly basis than sure, otherwise I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that can actually move out of the way of your explosions, and that’s just because I know you too well.”

“You’re damn right you know me, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.” A smug smirk graced Katsuki’s features, he really did love teasing Izuku.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Izuku smiled up at Katsuki before planting a sweet kiss on his cheek, reveling in the soft pink glow it caused.

Katsuki looked away trying to make his blush subside, he wasn’t doing so great. Izuku laughed lightly at the sight.

“Hey at least this movie night gives us a reason to cuddle, I can pretend to be scared shitless and you can comfort me to get me to shut up!”

“Remind me again why I’m dating you.” Katsuki jokingly raised his eyebrow at Izuku, as if he’d ever question it.

“Cause you think I’m adorable!” Izuku smiled brightly and scrunched his nose, only slightly unaware of what the sight did to Katsuki’s heart.

“Damn right I do.” Katsuki threw an arm over Izuku’s shoulder, glad that the Class A dorms were fairly empty, allowing them to show more affection without being afraid of being caught.

Although they were more than happy to keep their relationship a secret, unbeknownst to the other, each had been wondering what it would be like if everyone knew. Katsuki’s thoughts drifted to the small displays of affection Izuku was quick to throw around while they were alone, he would be able to do that all the time. Izuku, on the other hand, thought about finally being able to show everyone that they were taken, no more first years thinking they had a chance, no more of their friends pestering them to get into relationships, just them together.

They finally made it back to the common area and sadly separated, quickly joining their friends in playing cards.

The group was glad to have two more players, the more players meant the more intense it got, and Class A was very serious about their Uno.

They played for a few hours, Izuku noticed Iida more relaxed than he had ever seen him, he had to remember to thank Sero for that later.

The conversation never stayed in one place for long, between eight people and enough extroverts to balance out the introverts, it made for an entertaining Friday.

Dinner came and went, since there were only eight of them instead of the usual twenty they decided getting take out was the best option. Everyone finally began to wind down for the night.

“I think I’m going to head to bed you guys, I want to get up early and grab a couple bags of candy and stuff to make candy apples, Mirio is coming by and I wanted him to drop them off with Eri.” The group fawned over the thought of little Eri and then said their goodnights to Izuku.

Katsuki went off to bed at the same time, already slightly later than he normally would.

The remaining six watched as the elevator stopped on the second floor before moving up to the fourth, they were all content to spend a little more time awake.

From the elevator, both Izuku and Katsuki stayed on after it stopped on the second floor, only making sure it stopped there incase their classmates were paying attention to the dinging.

The couple both walked into Katsuki’s room, following their normal nightly routine, glad to spend some more time together.

After getting changed they got into bed, automatically snuggling in close. The soft light from the night lamp made Katsuki look like he was glowing, Izuku thought it was fitting.

“What are you smiling about?”

“The light makes you look like an angel.”

Katsuki blushed, Izuku’s tired voice made it all the cuter.

“Tch, you damn nerd you need to get some sleep.”

Katsuki quickly flicked off the lights and pulled Izuku impossibly closer, they were both asleep within minutes.

The next day Izuku stayed true to his word, he brought candy for the dorm and enough supplies to make the candy apples, making sure to have extra for their movie night.

Mirio came by and said hello to everyone before taking the sweet treats to Eri.

The group spent the rest of the time cleaning and arranging the common room so it was a perfect setup for their movie night. Kirishima and Todoroki chose the right side of the screen to place their blankets and cushions while Kaminari and Shinsou did the same on the opposite side. Sero and Iida set up little ways from Kaminari and Shinsou, leaving one spot for Izuku and Katsuki.

Kaminari was adamant about waiting until after sundown to start the movies so they decided to have a small dinner so they didn’t feel so bad stuffing their faces with sweets later on.

Finally, Kaminari declared the timing perfect, and they were able to settle down for the night.

They all made themselves comfortable, most of them already cozy with their date. Izuku and Katsuki notably started about a foot from each other, each mourning the cold air between them.

“Alright Mido, I know you said horror isn’t your thing but instead of screaming just hide behind Bakubro, this TV isn’t loud enough to drown out a scream.” The whole group laughed at Kaminari’s antics, only being fueled by the serious look he donned.

“Alright alright! I won’t scream!”

Kaminari seemed happy with that and allowed the movie to play, plunging the room into eerie darkness as the opening screen faded in.

Izuku waited almost exactly ten minutes before scooting closer to Katsuki and motioning for him to do the same, needless to say, the other pairs were distracted.

Once they were finally able to lean against each other, they both felt as if they could breathe better, not realizing how much comfort they gained from a simple touch. Underneath their blankets Katsuki laced their fingers together, closely watching Izuku’s face to make sure he didn’t overstep.

The simple action warmed Izuku’s heart, this is what he wanted all the time! Rather than getting into that in the middle of the movie, Izuku simply let his head rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

Izuku looked around at his friends, he saw the fond look Shinsou gave Kaminari as he mouthed along the lines of the movie, he saw Iida more relaxed against Sero than he ever thought he could be, and he saw Todoroki asleep against Kirishima, still gripping him tightly. The thought that he and Katsuki could be like that made his heart squeeze, that’s exactly what he wanted.

Eventually, the next movie began, they had all five lined up and ready to go so they didn’t have to move if they didn’t want to. Everyone’s eyelids were drooping partway through the second movie, around 1 A.M. Izuku couldn’t bring himself to care about whatever the others thought, he got comfortable next to Katsuki and allowed himself to drift off.

Katsuki could tell Izuku wouldn’t mind being found laying together, so he wrapped his arm around Izuku’s waist pulling his face into his chest, just how they normally slept. Once again it only took them minutes to properly fall asleep.

The next morning Izuku was woken up by Katsuki pressing a kiss to his forehead. He began to blink the sleep out of his eyes before slowly realizing they were all very much in the common room. His eyes drifted towards Katsuki, he wanted to make sure he was okay with whatever was happening before he said anything. He was met with a small smile and crimson eyes watching him.

He smiled back, glad to know that even without talking about it he and Katsuki had been on the same page.

“Mmhh Morning Kacchan.” Izuku leaned impossibly closer as he stretched and yawned.

“Morning nerd, how’d you sleep?”

Izuku smiled, every morning after they fall asleep together Katsuki asks him how he slept, without fail. He always responds the same way.

“Better because I was next to you.”

Izuku was aware he probably had a few of his friends watching him but he didn’t care, if Kacchan was okay so was he.

Eventually, all eight of them woke up and started their day. If anyone had seen their morning exchange they hadn’t mentioned it.

Katsuki went to make breakfast like normal and Izuku went in after him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist as he cooked.

Once the food was served and they were all sat together Kirishima spoke up.

“So, how long have you two been a thing?” He spoke so casually just as he was about to take a sip from his coffee, the nonchalance settled Izuku’s nerves.

“Umm about six, almost seven months? Yeah, we got together a little before my birthday.”

Now this caused a reaction, they were expecting a few weeks at most, they never expected that the pair had been together since mid-April.

“Wait what?! Why didn’t you guys say anything?!” Kaminari’s voice went higher pitched than normal.

“Well at first it was so none of you dipshits put any pressure on us, we had enough of it on our own, and then eventually we just got used to it I guess.”

They had six sets of eyes flickering between them, eventually settling on looking confused. Izuku thought it was time for him to speak up.

“It went on a bit longer than we thought it would so here we are I guess.” Seeing their friends react normally helped keep them both calm, they never had a reason to keep them a secret after all.

Once the rest of the class got back on campus and found the pair curled together on a one-person couch reading there was a minor freak out, mainly consisting of squeaky congratulations and rapid-fire questions from their friends.

Izuku happily answered their questions so long as he didn’t have to move out of Katsuki’s lap, if he could help it he would never move.

From then on, they never hesitated to show affection, they never second-guessed what they were about to say, and they never felt the need to hide again.

Big big big thank you to @we-stanjirou for helping me through this fic and convincing me I could write it in less than a week! ILYYYY

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tracle0 · 4 years

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happy sts!! (?) or maybe just a happy saturday? nonetheless, question time! since I got to read recently about the inspirations behind the wip4 main characters' names, I was wondering what the motivations were behind the names of the main characters of your other works! maybe both from your perspective as a writer and from an in-story perspective? and how do they feel about their names?

Happy?? STS?!?! Saturday is good and happy and it is STS, whoop! I like this question but it’s gonna be a very underwhelming answer and I apologize for that.

Sonder was. Very dull, not gonna lie, it’d just be looking for mostly generic names that seemed to fit the brand haha. The most notable backstory names are probably Andy and Atlas.

Andy came from an inside joke with a friend that no villains can be named Andy. I wanted to prove her wrong, so Andy was named Andy and now I do not trust Any Andy’s. Full name Andrew Peep, which he does not like and prefers Andy. Probably a family name, which is sad because he does not see his family.

Atlas came from me being like ‘wait shit I haven’t named this character yet’ and asking a friend for a name. She spat out Atlas Barnabus like it wasn’t the best name in the world, and I was in awe. Definitely named after the Greek Titan, was not aware of that at all, very much likes their name.

Collateral - hhhh okay listen. Listen Collateral and names give way to one of my dumbest Collateral stories, you’re gonna have to hear this out.

So when I was first writing Collateral, I’d already found both Cain and Theo their names that fit - Theo cause it sounded nice, Cain named after the Caine in the Gone series. But they didn’t have last names, which was an issue, so I was looking for a last name for them. I knew I wanted Cain to have a last name starting with either C or K, cause alliteration, and pulled Kavon out of thin air. I liked it, so it stayed.

A few weeks later, in film studies, we were learning about Kim Novak, and I liked the name Novak, so stole it and gave it to Theo.

I did not notice their names were the same forward and backwards for a year and a half, until a friend pointed it out to me. This was not deliberate at all. It Just Happened and I plead ignorance to that tomfuckery.

Anyway, they both are alright about their names. Theo prefers Theo to Theodore cause no-one got any time for all those syllables. Cain once found out about Biblical Cain and spent about three hours going down that rabbit hole before going ‘alright whatever’ and moving on.

Speaking of moving on - DIAS. I can talk a bit more about that cause that was recent.

Ant comes from the word ‘antagonist’ actually - I wanted to write about someone who saw themselves as The Bad Guy, which Ant definitely does a lot of the time. It’s a nickname, and I have no idea what their real name is, nor where the nickname comes from, but they like Ant. Their last name - Carnell - is a family name. Not my surname, but someone in my family somewhere had that, and I liked it so yoinked it and gave it to Ant.

Leon! Leon went through a lot of changes in his name - originally he was Tag, which also comes from ‘antagonist’ but I hated that, so changed it to Tad, which I also hated. So he was without a name and it was getting closer and closer to Nano and the time I’d write his story and I was like ????? what do.

What I did was drew him a bit. A friend in film class (man, film class really helped to name my characters huh) saw the doodle and was like ‘ooo who’s that’. I told her it was a character in my book, and no, he doesn’t have a name, you should give him one, and she spat out Leon. And hey it actually really works, he can keep that, except wait, he’s Jewish, needs a Hebrew name and I’d like to give him a specifically Jewish surname. Some looking on Jewish name websites gave me Tzalka, and some more looking gave me Cohen, cool, done.

In-universe, Leon’s name came from his grandfather - it was DIAS Leon’s middle name, and when he left home, he wanted to leave That Part Of His Life behind as well, so swapped from Tzalka to Leon, which he definitely prefers.

Uhhh other characters - Vincent came from a fandom (which I’m about 90% sure is FNAF ngl) and I went ‘okay well I like the name so shall associate it elsewhere’ and gave it to Vinnie. Last name had the same deal - Scullary came from...

Phew, okay, side tangent. One of my first characters I made was named Skullary, which came from the play ‘The Road’ which I watched when I was younger. The person playing that character had a really bad cold, so had to use a microphone to make her voice heard, and she fucking killed it, and the voice was so interesting I wanted a character who used it, so stole the name, except I misspelt it as Skullary instead of Scullary oops. Anyway, I wanted to re-use that name, so gave it to Vincent. He likes his name well enough but Definitely Does Not Like Going By Vinnie, so definitely don’t call him that.

Simon came from the game Simon Says, because it is The Most Silvertongue Game and it made me laugh that his name is such an obvious pun.

Bonus: wip4 obviously mostly came from filmmakers, because the obsession of that book is filmmaking, as you know. Buster Keaton and... Just Mika the musician, he’s the odd one out. Lynne Ramsay and George Lucas gave a lot of characters a portion of their names.

I am, however, gonna go on a tiny tangent about Keaton’s last name because it delights me, and then also probably Percival’s name because that amuses me.

So! Keaton is Spanish - his family comes from Spain and he speaks Spanish as well as English. I’m sure his deadname is probably something very Spanish, but it’s a deadname so we don’t talk about it. I wanted to find a Spanish surname for him, cause like... obviously it doesn’t have to be Spanish, but I wanted it to be, so I was scrolling through Spanish surnames for a while.

Palomo is a legit Spanish surname in use, and it means pigeon. Keaton likes pigeons. So I was delighted and I always forget it but that’s his last name.

Percival! Percival’s name is actually a fill-in. In a Discord chat I’m in with my friends, I sometimes join the voice chats but cannot talk cause Anti Microphone. So I type instead, and sometimes get bored and just spam words. And the name Percival was very funny to me so I spammed that.

So, when I needed to name the Bad Guy of wip4, I gave him the name Percival as a joke, and it. Seemed to work. I no longer spam Percival in the chat.

Anyway there you go, the entire history of where names in my WIPs come from. Spoilers; not the most interesting, but it is long and I hope you found some bits funny or enjoyable.

#sts #asks #albatris #ngl most names are inside jokes to myself in some for or another #and just happened to also work with characters I wanted to write #which came first the personality or the name #abelia came because percival is apparently a french name so if he's french and his family have such a big emphasis on being french #his sibling would also have a french name and abelia was one of my favourites that I found #and she prefers abby #also thank god lucas is a french surname cause I was Not gonna give them a film related name but then george lucas existed #I do not like george lucas so it works well #also go to sleep blz

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Finished up a new comic this weekend. I was wondering if I should send it to print bc the province got shut down, more or less, last week. But with the rules not as clear and the printing place I use a larger professional shop I figure its probably safe for them (you need a well-ventilated print shop or else you’ll just pass out/die from the fumes-I’ve been in a room running an office-sized Xerox for a few hours and PHEW does the air get shitty). And then they courier the comics to me so there’s not a lot of in person contact.

I reckon my next projects will be to continue on with Velharthis (finally!) and Solitudes, my online reylo comic. I always get nervous about my longer comics because my style changes and improves with time. But honestly that is good, even if it results in the overall product lacking perfect visual consistency. But if you want to see real trippy visual inconsistencies go look at early Garfield comics. Very different in look! Even Calvin and Hobbes, which ran like 10 years, has differences visually throughout the run. And of course The Simpsons has run so long if you look even at how it looked in the Tracy Ulman shorts compared to its first season and onward. Progression of style but also the technology improved. We can make comics and animation much faster now than we ever have before thanks to dedicated programs and improved technology and that technology getting into more people’s hands.

Ok I went off on a tangent there. I mostly have to psych myself up to work on stuff sometimes, tell myself I can and will do good stuff to share. There’s always that desire to be as good as some other artist but i have to remind myself that I am me, and that is good enough.

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The Glass Scientists Sunday Predictions

Sadly, there’s not much to predict outside of what I spoke of last week, so I’m not gonna repeat what might be revealed tomorrow. I can say one prediction - the reveal of the spirit (I’m dubbing it the Spirit of London at Night because that’s one of Hyde’s favorite phrases associated with him) is going to book-end the chapter.

If it does end the chapter that means there’s going to be a chapter cover the week after. If that happens next Sunday I’m going to do a Chapter Review instead of a Sunday Prediction, starting with the first chapter. I say “review” but I don’t mean a “this SUCKS here’s TEN reasons why” kind of review. I mean more of a “hmm I see so in THIS panel oh this is interesting hmm” kind of review. So any time there’s a chapter cover or a break I’ll do one of these reviews until I’m caught up. They are gonna be really long and rambly and filled with side-tangents, so I’m saving these for only when there’s a break. I do other stuff too, you know. Like work. And reading for a book club. And playing Rune Factory 4 for six hours on my day off not realizing my legs are slowly morphing into jelly.

Now I don’t want to leave this week’s prediction with a “We’re Closed!” sign on the front, so let’s play around with a question that’s relevant in every Jekyll and Hyde story:

Who’s Going to Find Out Jekyll’s Secret First?

Let’s do this character by character.

Lanyon

Lanyon feels like the most obvious candidate to find out first since that’s how it went in the original story, but the way he finds out and how he reacts might be different.

Ways to Find Out

Hyde reveals himself to Lanyon because he’s very cross about not being able to go to the mall and he knows Lanyon finding out will hurt Jekyll the most.

Hyde/Jekyll accidentally reveals their secret while Lanyon’s snooping, since he has snooped before and may snoop again.

Jekyll reveals himself because he finds out Lanyon is snooping and feels he needs to explain to Lanyon what’s going on BEFORE Lanyon’s hair turns white and he dies. Admittedly this one’s unlikely because Jekyll absolutely doesn’t want Lanyon of all people to find out first and I seriously doubt he’d take the initiative.

Ways to React

Lanyon is incredulous at the thought. “Hahaha. Good joke. Funny. Funny joke. No I don’t believe you. Hahaha. Laugh with me please.”

Lanyon is upset because he feels like he, Jekyll’s best friend and confidante, should have known Jekyll would something as ludicrous and dangerous as splitting his mind first! He could have covered for him! Jekyll didn’t trust Lanyon to keep a secret! Unbelievable!

Lanyon is upset and guilty because he realizes he might have been the cause for Jekyll to do this. That doesn’t feel great. He doesn’t feel great about this. He feels terrible. Half of Jekyll hates him. Oh dear.

Nope Nope Nope Nope NOPE! Taking a long walk that’ll last a whole chapter cannot compute GOODBYE!

Ways for Jekyll to React

Doomed

Rachel

Rachel has been friends with Jekyll for a long time, and she’s cared for Hyde since they met. So finding out that two of your best buds is actually just one bud that split their “evil” and “good” halves is going to be...interesting.

Ways to Find Out

Hyde tattletales on Jekyll tells Rachel upfront in order to make her an accomplice and bring her further on the Team Hyde side of the field.

Rachel finds out through seeing the transformation firsthand.

Jekyll entrusts Rachel with the secret in order to stop her from cooperating with Lanyon and having Lanyon find out his secret. Rachel’s not a good person to find out, but Lanyon is a waaaaay worse person to find out.

Ways to React

Confused and Concerned are the top two emotions

Angry at the fact that Jekyll could have just told her what was going on so she didn’t have to worry about her sweet cinnamon scone getting hurt.

Wait does that make Jekyll her sweet cinnamon scone too? She’s going to have to rearrange her relationship table.

Digs her heels in further and demands Jekyll lets Hyde free. LET. HIM. OUT! *starts banging pans together*

Does her best to keep their secret, but that doesn’t mean she fully accepts what Jekyll did. Finding out who Hyde really is will really mess with her vision of him being a baby chick going through a phase.

Ways for Jekyll to React

Gets down on his knees and begs Rachel to keep his secret. They’ve been friends for years. This hasn’t changed that right? Rachel likes Hyde, so maybe she’d be a bit more accepting of him than Lanyon would. Yeah. He can work with this.

He’s doomed.

Frankenstein (and Creature)

Frankenstein finding out Jekyll’s secret can’t possibly make Frankenstein’s view of Jekyll any worse, right? It can only go up from here right? RIGHT!?

Ways to Find Out

Jekyll finally snaps and shows Frankenstein his transformation after Frankenstein kept trash-talking him.

Hyde reveals the secret to gain cool points with her.

Frankenstein gets bored, escapes and finds the potion, his notes on the transformation or Jekyll in the midst of transforming.

Ways to React

Cool. Jekyll’s still a coward because he doesn’t share any of his findings that are actually interesting.

Frankenstein is impressed but still sticks with her view that you can’t split your “evil” and “good” side. Jekyll just split everything interesting about him into another version of himself, leaving himself to be a boring husk of a man. (while you hear her trash-talk Jekyll further you can hear Hyde blowing an air-horn in the background)

Frankenstein might think Jekyll could actually be a mad scientist instead of an impostor pretend scientist. He still shouldn’t bother with the exhibition, but there’s still a chance for him to follow Frankenstein’s way.

Creature does not care.

Ways for Jekyll to React

Almost satisfied that Frankenstein saw his work and reacted to it, except now he has to be extra careful to get Frankenstein to NOT spill the beans.

Dear lord what has he done!? Quick lock her up so she doesn’t say anything!

Jasper

In my mind Jasper would be most likely to discover Jekyll’s secret before the final stretch of the story, with Frankenstein on the rear. Lanyon and Rachel have very strong feelings on both Jekyll and Hyde, so finding out that the two are technically the same person is going to irrevocably change their opinions of both halves. Jasper on the other hand still has yet to meet with Hyde directly, so he doesn’t have any strong opinions on him. That doesn’t mean Jasper going to be like, “oh cool,” and be done with it though.

Ways to Find Out

So far Jasper is a person that Jekyll can just be relaxed around. He’s not stressed about Jasper like he is with Frankenstein and the other Lodgers who are currently on Team Frankenstein at the moment. So even while he lets slip his philosophy and how he really thinks to Jasper, he isn’t concerned about Jasper finding out because he doesn’t even think Jasper is on the list of people to worry about finding out. So there might be a chance that Jekyll reveals one too many clues and Jasper pieces it together.

Jasper’s magical creatures clue him in. I don’t know about you but my pets can recognize who feeds them. Jekyll helped to feed them once, so if Hyde comes around and they react to Hyde the same way they did to Jekyll that might give Jasper some clues. Bonus if some of the creatures can communicate with Jasper going, “hey there’s something weird out that Jekyll fellow maybe you outta snoop around k thanks”

Hyde reveals it to Jasper to mess with Jekyll, casting doubt on Jekyll’s good intentions.

Jasper goes into Jekyll’s office to ask him a question and he finds out what Jekyll has behind all those glass cabinets.

Jekyll entrusts Jasper with things that could lead to Jasper discovering his secret, because honestly Jekyll is stretched to find people who are firmly on Team Jekyll at the moment.

Ways to React

So Jekyll is a mad scientist! Cool. And he can transform in a way similar to Jasper’s transformation. Cool! He has, like, a looot of questions to ask. But he might be too shy to ask them.

Its a toss-up on whether he’d think of Hyde as a completely separate entity or as a part of Jekyll that just has a different appearance. Werewolf Jasper and Jasper Jasper look different, but they’re one and the same, so isn’t it that way for Jekyll? Again, lots of questions.

He decided to trust Jekyll, and discovering this secret may cast doubt on that decision. It depends on how’d Hyde react around Jasper. My guess is “not good.”

Ways for Jekyll to React

Jekyll tries to force the genie back into the bottle and convince Jasper that what he saw or heard wasn’t reaaaally of any import. Jasper has other concerns. He doesn’t need to worry about this little secret Jekyll has.

The “How to be a Gentlemen” lessons shift to “How to Keep a Secret” lessons. Even if Jasper goes, “oh its fine i’ll keep it a secret promise,” Jasper can’t keep secrets or at least act like he’s not keeping secrets I’m betting an extra five dollars on that.

Jekyll gives up on putting the genie back in the bottle and continues pushing Jasper to follow his philosophy and understand his reasoning for doing what he did. If he was a mustached villain this is where he’d monologue his nefarious plot.

Others

Sergeant Brokenshire - If he found out he’d die. Full stop. He finds out he’ll reveal it to the other policemen and will try arresting him. Unless its at the very end and everyone else finds out he’s absolutely going to be killed by Hyde.

Virginia Ito - They’re the assistant neoalchemist under Jekyll. So it might be interesting for Ito to discover what ingredients Jekyll’s been using and going “hmmmmmm?” If they find this to be a bit too sketchy they might warn Jasper along with the other Lodgers.

Phew. That took longer than I thought it would. I mean, of course it would take longer than I thought it would. It always does. Anyway, til next week! Maybe.

#tgs #the glass scientists #tgs Sunday predictions

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Double Hang

Tyrus week, day 4: Double Date

Andi wants to go to an art show with Walker and brings TJ and Cyrus along because she was worried it's weird to hang out with him alone when she's still with Jonah.

Most of this is actually just Tyrus, hardly any real Wandi but there are one or two paragraphs of TJ shipping it.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15706356

Cyrus was standing in front of his mirror making sure his outfit was in check, simple but nice, perfect. He ran a comb through his messy hair and glanced down at his phone, two texts from two of his favorite people.

FROM: Andi 12:15 pm:

Are you excited??

TO: Andi 12:20pm:

Yes, I am ecstatic to hang out with my ex-crushes girlfriend with her ex almost crush who has a crush on her :P

FROM: Andi 12:23 pm:

At least TJ will be there!

FROM: Not So Scary Boyfriend Guy <3 12:18 pm:

We’re meeting at The Spoon, right?

TO: Not So Scary Boyfriend Guy<3 12:20 pm:

YUPPERS!

FROM: Not So Scary Boyfriend Guy<3 12:21 pm:

How did we end up dragged into this again?

TO: Not So Scary Boyfriend Guy<3 12:22pm:

:)) <33

It was a valid question, Cyrus was wondering the same even though he knew the story;

Cyrus and Andi had been sitting at The Spoon over a plate of baby taters and milkshakes. Buffy had been busy doing something with her mom so it was just them. They had been chatting as usual about random topics, everything from Jonah to Buffy to Tater Theater when Andi got a text from Walker.

FROM: Walker 3:30 pm:

Heyyy! There’s another art show this weekend, wanna come with?

It said. Cyrus looked at it then at Andi. “Well, do you want to go?” he asked.

“Of course I do!” Andi said, “but I don’t think I should.”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

“Jonah,” she answered.

“What about Jonah?” Cyrus asked, “I thought he was good with him after the art show?”

“He is.” She sets her phone back on the table and groans. “But it’s still weird, isn’t it? Hanging out with a boy who liked or likes me? And who I was starting to like. It’s weird right?”

“Only if you make it weird,” Cyrus said with a shrug before popping another Baby Tater in his mouth.

“I don’t know. I’d feel a lot better about it if it weren’t just us...” She says smiling at Cyrus.

Cyrus pauses his hand going for another tater, “that’s a hint.” He says, “isn’t it?” Her grin widens.

“TJ can come too!” She exclaims.

“Then it will seem like a double date.”

“It’s a double hang!” She argues. Cyrus appreciates the allusion to when he and Jonah went on a “double hang” but feels the need to point out that that was definitely a date. Even if he puked in his shoe at the end.

“Keep in mind, last time I went on a “double hang” I ended up with a girlfriend,” he said. “And a vomit-filled shoe.”

Andi pleaded with him and even offered to buy him another plate of Baby Taters for a solid ten minutes before he finally agreed. And then he had to do the same with TJ an hour later to convince him.

And that’s how he ended up here, getting ready to head to The Spoon to meet his boyfriend.

He was supposed to meet TJ before meeting Walker at the art show. so they could walk together and get something for lunch first, then Andi was coming around 1:30 to head to the art show. The walk to The spoon was approximately 15 minutes and he had twenty minutes until he was supposed to meet him there. He leaned down and tied his shoes and hoped these ones would not end up ruined like the last ones.

TO: Not So Scary Boyfriend Guy <3 12:29 pm:

Leaving now! See you soon!

FROM: Not So Scary Boyfriend Guy<3 12:30 pm:

I’m almost there, Tater tots and chocolate milkshake?

TO: Not So Scary Boyfriend Guys<3 12:30 pm:

Baby Taters*** but OF COURSE!

He smiled down at his phone before stuffing it into his pocket and walked out the door.

He walked into The Spoon, a few drops of water in his hair and on his shoulder from the beginning of a drizzle. He was relieved, honestly. It was a hot day, but not only hot. Muggy too, like you could feel the dampness in the air clinging to your skin which only made it a hundred times worse. He spotted TJ in a booth towards the back and headed in that direction. He sat in his usual clothes, a hoodie and jeans, and his hair as perfect as ever.

TJ turned and looked in his direction and his mouth instantly formed into a smile lighting up his entire face. Cyrus couldn’t help the smile that formed on his own face at seeing him and seeing him look so happy to see little old him. He walked over to the table TJ was sat at and said a quick greeting.

“Baby Taters!” Cyrus exclaimed before grabbing one and throwing it into his mouth. TJ sat across from his with the cutest smile plastered on his face. “And they're still hot!”

“I told you I was going to order them, Underdog,” TJ said with a sarcastic voice despite his still smiling face.

“Yeah, but they usually take forever!” Cyrus said. He had this weird amount of energy that he hadn’t had before. Maybe it was the baby taters. Though it was more likely just TJ’s presence. “I’m guessing Amber was the waitress?” he guessed.

“Yeah,” TJ confirmed. “How’d you know?”

“That’s the only time I get warm taters,” he explains before sticking another tater in his mouth. “Truly the best part of befriending her” He looked to his left and saw Amber standing there, bored at the cash register. He did a frantic wave with a smile and received the same back.

“How do you do that?” TJ asks curiously, not specifying what he was referring to.

“Do what?” Cyrus asked and took a long sip of the chocolate milkshake in front of him.

“Become friends with anyone,” he said. “Even people your friends hate?” he says before gesturing to himself.

“Did you forget I’m the child of four therapists?” Cyrus questions making TJ laugh. “But really, everyone is redeemable. And neither of you have ever done anything bad to me. My friendships and who I think could make cool or good friends isn’t dictated by Andi or Buffy’s opinions or experiences. Just mine.”

TJ is staring at him with a dazed look in his eye and Cyrus begins to wonder if he zoned out during his tangent. “Sorry, was that rambly and too nice?” He rushes out.

TJ shakes his head quickly, “no! Not at all, I was just… impressed, I guess," He says and Cyrus lets out a relieved breath.

They fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes while Cyrus eats his baby taters, TJ stealing one every few minutes. “So, do I know this guy?” TJ asks.

It takes a confused moment for it to click that he’s talking about Walker but when it does Cyrus asks “Did you get a caricature drawing done at my party?”

“No,” TJ answers.

“Then probably not”

TJ nods, “Who is he?”

Cyrus shrugs, unsure of the answer himself really. “He’s an artist, obviously. He and Andi hung out at my party. I only ever really met him when he came here to draw Buffy, Andi, and I as a going away present for Buffy.” He answers. “He seemed pretty nice.”

TJ nods again and it falls back into the calm silence for a while until Cyrus and he falls into conversations full of smiles, laughter, and teasing.

After what feels like no time Cyrus gets a text from Andi saying she would be there soon and he’s a bit shocked. He really hadn’t realized the time went by that quick. He sends back an okay before letting TJ know.

Ten minutes later, Andi walks in holding the door open with her foot so she can shake out the rainbow umbrella in her hand and Cyrus looks out the window for the first time since he came in. It’s pouring now and Cyrus’s eyes widen. Andi gets to the table with a smile, sporting ripped overall shorts, a stripped t-shirt, and black boots. “How long has it been raining like that?”

“Like, half an hour,” Andi replies shaking her head. “You didn’t notice?” She looks toward the window and back to him.

“Nooo. I didn’t bring an umbrella!” he groans.

TJ pulls something black from under the table and shakes it in the air, “Luckily, I did”

Cyrus makes a relieved ‘Phew’ noise. “Thank God!” he exclaims. “You do not want to see my hair wet. It becomes a mess.”

“You should see mine.” TJ says, “with all this gel.” he cringes inwardly. “Not. nice.”

Cyrus fake pouts, “Looks like we’ll never get the dance and kiss in the rain of my dream,” he says and TJ and Andi both laugh at him. Andi picks up Cyrus’s milkshake and takes a big slurp of it receiving a falsely offended look from Cyrus. She sticks her tongue out and puts the cup back on the table in front of him.

Andi pulls out her phone and looks at the time, “are you guys ready to go?” She asks. TJ looks to Cyrus and they both nod and starts standing up and walking towards the exit. “Wait!” Cyrus says as they get about 3 booths away from their own and runs back and takes a long drink from his cup, finishing off his milkshake before running back to the other two. Andi is smiling at him and TJ playfully rolls his eyes.

On the walk over TJ and Cyrus both hold the umbrella between them, hands overlapping making it so they can hold hands but not draw attention.

At the art show, Walker is already standing outside under a canopy waiting for them. He waves at them quickly. Well, more at Andi than TJ or Cyrus. TJ did vaguely recognize him from the party and recalled thinking the blond streak in his hair looked pretty cool. The building is nice, not much nicer than most of the others on the streets, but it wasn’t a total mess either. Andi ran ahead to Walker and TJ looked to Cyrus. Cyrus seemed to have his thinking face on(which TJ thought was adorable.) watching Andi and Walker go ahead. “What happened to Jonah?” TJ asked.

“Huh?” Cyrus came out of his daze and looked up to TJ. “Oh! Nothing… their just friends.”

“Tell that to Walker,” he retorted. “He’s making mad heart eyes.” he said teasingly.

“Oh you’re one to talk,” Cyrus said with a smile. “TJ Smitten”

TJ dramatically rolls his eyes like he had when he was first given the nickname by Buffy before he had even confessed his feelings to Cyrus.

“Oo!” Cyrus exclaims. “That should be your new name in my phone!”

TJ raises his eyebrows, “Do I wanna know what it is now?”

“Not So Scary Boyfriend Guy!” Cyrus said. He should have guessed. Both of their nicknames from the swingset have stuck, though TJ often called Cyrus Muffin or Somersault depending on the mood. The two slight changes made TJ smile.

They are now approaching the entrance when Cyrus and TJ both hear from a few feet ahead “Bas mitzvah boy! Hey!” Cyrus waves from where he is. They finally reach the canopy and TJ tightens his hand around Cyrus’s before taking the umbrella and shaking it out.

“About time, slowpokes,” And says teasingly to them.

“Well, sorry we didn’t take off running with you,” Cyrus retorts.

Andi rolls her eyes. “Walker this is TJ, TJ, Walker,” she says and they shake hands.

TJ is convinced this might be the longest date of his life. There are multiple factors that lead to this.

Firstly is, he isn’t much of an art guy. He can’t hold a conversation about a piece of art for the life of him, whereas Walker and Andi seem to be able to hold half hour long conversations for each painting or drawing. Cyrus seems to be the same, though. So they came up with a game. They both would give the most bullcrap explanations for every painting and whoever's explanation is better or funnier, gets a point.

Secondly, watching Walker pine over Andi was almost painful. But what was worse was seeing how animated and happy Andi seemed around him. TJ couldn’t help but wonder why they weren’t together. As of now TJ had only really seen Andi upset by or stressed out because of Jonah. But she didn’t seem like that with Walker. But, alas, just because he had an amazing relationship now didn’t make him an expert on relationships so he told himself to but out.

And lastly, he couldn’t hold Cyrus’s hand. He wasn’t entirely sure why but he felt that extra push to today. And though he was tempted to just say screw it and take his hand in his own, he couldn’t. They had both decided to keep their relationship a bit quiet for now and not show tons of PDA or tell everyone who would listen. Plus, this place was full of older people, and you never really know how they will respond to two boys holding hands.

Andi and Walker both stopped again and looked at another piece of art, only this one, as far as TJ could tell was was a just a mirror, albeit a nice mirror. It was probably some “You are art” thing. Cyrus looked up at him and said: “What do think this one is about?”

He thought about it for a moment before going with it, “I think it’s about those two boys” he gestures at the mirror and the TJ inside it gestures back. “The really cute one and the tall one.” He clarifies he sees Cyrus’s cheeks go pink in the mirror. “And about how clearly the taller one wants to take the cute one's hand,” he adds quietly.

Cyrus smiles, and the back of their hands brush softly together and it sends little tingles up TJ’s arm. After another second Cyrus interlocks, their pinkies and TJ feels a stupidly big smile pull at his mouth and he feels himself blush so he looks down and away.

Andi and Walker start walking again, TJ can hear their giggling and sees Andi nudge him in the side with her elbow. He can’t help but root for Walker again. They really do seem good for each other.

TJ and Cyrus follow a few feet behind with their pinkies still interlocked at their sides where no one can really tell. Walker and Andi stop and Andi seems to gasp and gesture for them to catch up and they walk a little bit faster, trying not to swing their connected arms too much.

“Isn’t this one just beautiful guys?”

On the wall hangs a canvas with a painting with a silhouette of two people, you can’t really tell their gender or ages, on a swing set against a beautiful light blue shade that’s stunning against the black silhouettes. “Yeah,” TJ says. “It really is.” he feels a smile pull and looks down to Cyrus.

#tyrus week #tyrus fanfic #tyrus week day 4 #double date #andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #walker brodsky #myfanfic

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Hi Chana! I really enjoy reading your works and they just never fail to amaze me each time!! You write so amazingly well and reading your works always lifts up my mood because of just how beautiful the stories are. Across the Madness was just so heartwarming and I thoroughly enjoyed it! Enemies to lovers are one of my favourites and I was so happy when you posted one! And I cannot help but be curious HAHSJSJ

Do you think there may be a chance taehyung is still alive in dystopia and the governess meets him again one day? (Seeing that the governess can allow people to travel to dystopia from utopia) The conditions in dystopia are so dire and it breaks my heart everytime I think about it 😭😭😭 especially when seokjin was sent to dystopia! Also i panicked so much when i read they were about to get sent to Everland but PHEW thank goodness their trip was postponed because of their argument.

And lastly, if you had to choose, which society do you think you'd much rather live in as compared with the others?

I am so sorry if this ask is really messy and i went off on a tangent halfway because i am struggling to type with lethargy. oh dear i am always sleep deprived because of fanfics 😀

I hope you will have a great day ahead! Take care!!💜

ahhh PLEASE these are such high compliments that i don't even know what to say!! but first of all, i'm SUPER glad that you enjoyed atm!

i'll be happy to answer your questions too! yes, there is a chance that tae's alive. i think the fact that he's dystopian-born boosts his survival rate. but, i'm not so sure whether the governess will meet him again. i'm hopeful, though. seokjin and yn left a mark on her, and i think she's going to try to make some big changes around atna. maybe while trying to improve dystopia's conditions, she comes across her old friend/lover. there's a chance, but i'm not sure how big it is

aHAH and yes! seokjin and yn were sO oblivious in the beginning about their fate when the council first announced they were going to everland 💀💀 glad they caught on later, though!

omg. that is a very good question. i've thought about it a LOT, too. i'm gonna try to logic this in order. what i like about atna is utopia LMFAO but i don't trust my brain that much to be one of the top-scorers—i'll prob end up in dystopia, yikes. so i think that completely rules out atna. honestly, tagna isn't that bad of a society to me. though i suppose it can get dull, i still like the orderliness of that place. and if i really did believe everland existed, that would mean i'd be happy to be transported. i wouldn't even fear death. so, tagna stands as a contender so far. then we have the cerulean kingdom. straight-up fucking no. i would hate the royalty bc they be hoarding the wealth and not sharing with the commoners. it's even worse that they SACRIFICE their citizens without even telling them. that's straight-up cruel, so i'm ruling the cerulean kingdom OUT. next is tan and honestly, that's also a straight-up no. i literally do not think i can live in a world that condemns creativity. i can't imagine how bad that'd be. i'd be living but i wouldn't even feel alive. truve? now that's hard... i can't stand misogyny and i despise the patriarchy just as much. but... if i could go about living in truve like hoseok did? then... then maybe that's a different story. we'll leave it on the table, for now. finally, we have the unnamed, mysterious society from fleetfor. instant no. even if i could live it like jimin did, i don't think i'd be fulfilled enough. i need names, i need identities. i don't think i can survive there. that means the two societies that i'm borderline 'okay' with are tagna and truve 💀💀thinking about the way the men talked about women in truve boils my blood. something about living for men doesn't sit right with me either 😐and i can't really imagine myself staying and home and cooking and cleaning. to me, tagna's the best fit. i'd love for some council to assess my natural set of skills and just hand me a job—no application needed. since everyone is seen as equal there, i think people will be much more docile, kind and understanding. i guess the only downside is everland. but the serum doesn't even hurt (unless you take the suppressant). lol i'm so sorry for this long answer 😭 but my final response is tagna

and please! your ask was NOT messy at all! it was actually very organized! PLEASE GET SOME BEAUTY SLEEP! take care as well <3

#ask #anon #across the madness #atm #ironic how i chose a society that obsesses over equality #and my runner up society is one that obsessed over inequality HELP

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keena-kapu · 6 years

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Pairing: Blake/Weiss (Monochrome) Words: 7′740 AU: @dashingicecream‘s RWBY!Rock AU Content Warnings: NSFW AO3 link (Recommended for mobile users!) Summary: Tensions are high. The night before had Blake questioning how she truly felt about her and Weiss's arrangement and left her craving more, but just as she tries to confess, Weiss accidentally dashes that possibility away. But perhaps Weiss is in fact just as interested as Blake is. Ko-fi | Commissions

The journey to Beacon was a long one. The hours seemed to span on forever, and asides from talking to one another or using personal entertainment, there wasn’t really much to do. For Yang and Ruby, that wasn’t a problem. They had plenty to talk about or games to play. But for Weiss and Blake, between each other that was impossible.

The fact remained, no matter what they’d agreed in terms of their arrangement, they were hurt. But the problem now was how to get out of it. Weiss felt she couldn't say anything, not without it easily being rebutted with the ‘no commitment’ argument; but Blake also felt like she shouldn't say anything again, knowing bringing it up once more would hurt Weiss. While they had good intentions for the other person, remaining silent just let emotions stew on for longer and longer.

It wasn't just them that could sense it. Ruby and Yang could also feel the tension between them throughout the journey. And of course they would, it was strange for the two going from best friends to barely speaking a word to one another in the course of an evening. Such things got both sisters worrying if there would even be a show at all.

Finally, they’d arrived. The bus pulled into the concert hall’s parking lot, stopping itself as close to the main doors as it could next to the stage crew trucks and vans. From there the hotel was within walking distance, but it kept the van out of sight from prying eyes.

“Phew, can't wait to stretch my legs.” Yang arched her back, holding her arms and legs both out and yawned whilst stretching her back, before getting herself up and making her way out the bus. “Better give’em a hand with the bags too.”

Shutting off the game from her scroll, Ruby nodded. “Good idea! Last time Qrow looked a little pissy at us cause we forgot.”

“Yeah, but it was funny though,” Yang admitted. She then looked at the end of the bus toward its last two passengers.

Weiss was sat at the small table, looking at something on her scroll and occasionally flicking her finger to look through, and Blake was right at the rear of the bus, reading a book in bed. The furthest away from each other anyone had seen them throughout the tour. They never said a word to each other, or even prepared to leave just yet.

This couldn't go on forever. The first to break the silence was Weiss, who lowered her scroll with a sigh.

“Actually, could you guys go ahead? I need to speak to Blake. Privately.”

From behind, Blake’s ears had just started to perk up. She’d heard Weiss’s request, looking up toward her and then to the sisters for their answer. Thankfully Ruby gave a small nod.

“Sure, just remember your cases. Um… Are you two still ok to room together?”

Weiss looked back toward Blake for a moment. Neither responded directly to it, so Weiss answered honestly. “Once we talk things out I believe so.”

“Alright, good then! So we'll… see you guys later I guess?”

And with that, Ruby followed Yang to the doors, hopping out and closing the doors behind them, leaving the two girls alone with one another. Weiss placed her scroll back into her pocket and away, walking into the bed area to be with Blake as she started putting her book away as well.

Both were once again quiet. How could they even begin this? In Weiss’s head, she knew she needed to apologise for upsetting Blake with her feelings, and somehow try to express that all she wanted was to make her happy, regardless of the emotions she felt for her. But Blake’s head was thinking of something else.

It wasn't exactly good the night after she’d slept with her ex to admit that she wanted to make their relationship more serious, but that had been the stepping stone to make her realise that. She also wanted to make Weiss happy and wanted to be happy with her. It was time to move on and had been for a long long while. She just needed to say the words.

Both of them took a deep breath, and then...

“I kinda want us to start dating-” “I’m sorry for how I reacted-”

“Huh?” “What?”

Both had blurted out in unison, unable to hear what the other said. Weiss cleared her throat, looking to one side. “I’m sorry, I interrupted. You go first.”

“No, no, you go first, really.” Blake insisted, shuffling to sit on the edge of the bed. “Please, what was it?”

“Okay…” Taking another deep breath in, Weiss sighed slowly to try and calm herself down, before looking up again and making eye contact. She wanted to be completely open with her words.

“I’m sorry for how I reacted last night.,” Weiss took her seat on the bed opposite, holding her hands together. “We’d said we didn’t want anything messy and it was all just for fun. I don’t know why I got so upset about it.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking to one side. “I guess… Since you’re the first person I’ve ever really slept with, I just got ahead of myself with it. I just assumed that I’d be the only one you’d want to do that with.”

Blake looked shocked. Did that mean she returned her feelings? This was her chance! “Weiss, I-”

“No, please, let me keep going,” This time Weiss insisted. “I’ve started, I need to finish.”

While Blake wanted to confess there and then, she stopped herself. She nodded to her, encouraging her to keep going.

“Anyway, it wasn’t fair of me to make that assumption. I was selfish, and as it stands… I like what we’re doing right now.” Looking back again, Weiss chuckled to herself, thinking about their recent moments together. “This is probably everything I could ever wish for in a first time. No messy endings or mixed feelings, just two people exploring and having fun. Hell, it's every bit of the rockstar lifestyle I thought I’d never fit into when I first left home.”

Smiling fondly, she shrugged her shoulders lightly. “I guess I went off on a tangent, but the point I made stands. I want to keep having that freedom with you, and I still want you to feel as free as you want too. So from here on, I’ll keep my awkwardness to myself. Deal?”

How could Blake respond to that now? That pretty much answered the request she was about to make, and any commitment was a downright no. To ask again now after hearing her pour her heart out would be truly disrespectful. But just as Weiss agreed to, Blake decided to keep her own feelings to herself. It's what Weiss wanted. And what they’d agreed. No mess, just sex. She forced a smile, nodding. “Deal.”

“Alright. Excellent.” Weiss grinned in response. “Anyway, what were you going to say?”

“U-uh…”

Shit, why didn’t I just go first?! At least that way Blake wouldn’t be stood around awkwardly umming and ahhing about what to say instead of asking Weiss out. Scratching her head, she laughed nervously, looking toward the ground.

“I… was just gonna apologise as well. I know we said it's no commitment but the least I could have done was kept you in the loop. Especially since it was your hotel room as well.”

Weiss seemed oddly surprised at the response. She raised an eyebrow at first, as though she were about to question it. But in the end, she said nothing. She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, that’s fine. I had anything embarrassing packed away, if that’s what you mean, so her seeing any of my stuff was not an issue. Speaking of which...”

Sliding forward, Weiss got to her feet again. But instead of making her way off the bus like Blake had expected, she was instead looking under her bed, pulling out her case from beneath the bed. She opened it up, starting to look through. “I bought something a few nights ago I’ve wanted us to try.”

“Oh?” Blake’s curiosity piqued. Once again, Blake was pushing her feelings to the back of her mind to deal with later. “This isn’t gonna be liked the flavoured condoms, right?”

“We agreed never to speak of that again,” Weiss said in a hushed tone, “but at least we now know you’re allergic to honey. Ah-hah!” Moving aside one of her shirts, she’d found the item she was searching for. A cardboard box. Opening it up rather hastily she first tossed out some of the packaging that came with it, and then brought it into view, revealing a sight that made Blake’s eyes widen.

“... You bought a strap-on.”

“I did indeed,” Weiss confirmed, holding it up for Blake to see. The ice blue toy, probably just over six inches in length made Blake continue to stare with wonder. Even compared to the very real cock she saw yesterday, seeing this new one in Weiss’s hands had a way of already getting her excited. A fact Weiss giggled when she picked up on it. “You look like you’re about to drool.”

“Huh?” Realising her mouth had been hanging open, Blake shook her head to focus again. It never stopped the huge blush forming on her face when she realised what it meant Weiss had been thinking about. “S-Sorry. I just… didn’t think this would be your thing.”

“To be honest, I don’t know if it is yet…” Weiss chuckled, clearly noticing the blush on Blake’s face and her eyes occasionally glancing at it. She could read her like a book. She looked over with her eyes half closed, smirking lightly. “Looks like it's yours, though.”

Blake swallowed. It certainly did appeal to her to imagine what they’d do, imagine that Weiss was the one in Ilia’s position last night, taking her for a change. Seemed like Weiss knew all too well what got her going these days. Or perhaps… “Did you guess that just because both my partners before had dicks?”

Seemed Weiss was caught in the act, given how red that question made her cheeks. “Well… Alright, that fact may have slightly influenced the purchase.” Though she placed it to one side, instead tilting her head to Blake. “Does that really matter? You still looked eager to try it the moment I pulled it out.”

“No, I guess it doesn’t matter.” Blake really was eager to try it, staring at it on the bed next to Weiss. The bus was empty, but Ruby and Yang had gone ahead to check into the hotel, and probably would remain there to use the facilities and settle. Chances were the drivers would be taking their well-earned breaks too. They had a lot of spare time.

“... Don’t suppose you want to try it now?”

Weiss froze solid, looking at Blake wide-eyed, sparing only a few blinks every so often. “Wow… You really are eager, huh?” Though taking the length into her hand again once more, she took a look at the ‘strap’ part specifically. It looked simple enough, like a pair of underwear with the toy sticking out of the front. There was nothing to adjust or alter in any way. And yet still, Weiss questioned. “ Can we try it now? Do we need anything special to set up?”

Blake couldn’t help but laugh to herself. “It’s sex, not a science experiment.” She found herself crossing her legs, trying her best to hide the growing length from the view of Weiss. She really was eager just as expected. “Well, we shouldn't even need a condom so it's just lube-up and go, really.”

Weiss blinked again, staying very still. “... Lube?”

“Mmhmm.” Blake hummed to confirm, nodding her head. But Weiss still didn’t move. Blake raised an eyebrow. “... You did buy some of that too, right?”

Again more silence for a moment, until she looked to Blake instead. “... In my defense, the video I watched didn’t show that part.”

“Weiss!”

“Well, I’m sorry! I thought it would be informative, okay?!” She was completely red with embarrassment, shrugging her shoulders in an attempt to hide it and looking toward the ground. "The girls I watched just did it and they seemed to enjoy it without any.”

Blake raised an eyebrow again. “Were they both cis girls, by any chance?”

“... That makes a difference?”

Blake sighed deeply, trying to stop herself laughing again at the whole scenario. That was another feature about Weiss. Even if she didn’t mean to, she made her laugh. And no doubt they’d both look back on this and end up laughing.

“First off, never take lessons from porn, it's nothing like real life. And second, yes it does. The back end doesn’t work the same way as the front does.”

“Well forgive me for being a distracted enough to not consider that!” Bringing her hand to her forehead, Weiss shook her head in disbelief. If she didn’t laugh about it she’d cry, but being able to laugh about their mishaps was what made everything so meaningful. Taking the toy again, she began to shift off the bed to pack it away again…

“Hang on,” Blake was quick to stop her. “I think I might have picked up the bottle Ilia left. Should still have some in it.”

Weiss said nothing. She sat back on the bed again, keeping the toy in her lap just until she’d confirmed. While it wasn't a problem to go out and get some for later in the evening, Weiss felt the sooner they tried this toy out, the easier everything could be after. Talking, figuring things out, anything. But they needed that moment of intimacy first to truly move past the events of last night and prove that terms were still good.

“Yes!” Blake couldn't help but whisper to herself with glee, pulling the half-empty bottle of lube from her bag. “More than enough for now.”

In another moment of confidence, Weiss looked up from the toy again, only to smirk in her direction. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Her hands lead to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head and waiting politely for Blake to do the same. “Let’s get using it.”

Blake didn't have to be told twice. It seemed her and Weiss were in the same frame of mind, where the sooner they had an intimate moment the better. Both hurriedly undressed, throwing their clothes into a pile together. The bus’s beds didn't exactly offer the most spacious area for this sort of thing, but they would make do.

Blake, now naked, sat on the edge of the bed, watching in anticipation as Weiss pulled their new toy into place. And once it was in position, she was speechless. But the redness in her cheeks now that she could see it on, see the length there and ready, that spoke more than any words could.

“ Now you’re drooling,” Weiss commented.

“If you could see what I could, you wouldn't blame me.” She hesitated. For a moment she debated to herself, before taking the risk; “There’s something about seeing you with a hard on that’s just… wow.”

Weiss raised a brow. She began to run her hand along the length as though it were a real one and she was keeping it erect. “Well, glad I look pleasing to you. I was worried it wasn't going to be my look.”

Honestly, you could do any look. That was all Blake wanted to say. But she wasn't quite brave enough to do so. Instead, she stayed silent, tilting her head and wearing the blush with pride. Might as well make it look attractive and lure Weiss in. She crossed her legs again innocently. “It definitely is, if it helps to hear it.”

Weiss scoffed, trying not to be distracted from the job at hand. She collected the bottle, looking at its label for short moments and the contents within, while her spare hand continued to stroke the toy, clearly to put on a show for her. “Hmm… according to this, I need to put it on the toy and your-” She had to clear her throat. Blake really wasn't the only one getting flustered by thinking about this.

Blake spared her the trouble of finishing the sentence. “You can use a condom over your fingers for that part. Saves you clean up.”

“Right, y-yes.” She took Blake’s advice, quickly grabbing her handbag and searching through for a condom and immediately tearing it out of its packaging. This is certainly not how she expected their morning to be going a few minutes ago. “Just… be sure to talk me through this. I don’t want to do it wrong and hurt you somehow.”

But as Blake watched Weiss coat her now covered fingers in the lubricant, she couldn’t be surer of her response. “You won’t,” Already she pushed herself back onto the bed, laying back onto the covers and spreading her legs ready. “I know you won’t. I trust you.”

It brought a warm smile to her face. Amazing how Blake could make her feel so confident in her moments of weakness just with the right words and phrases, no matter what it was. Getting back to the task at hand, she stepped forward and pressed the fingers between Blake’s cheeks.

To which she suddenly flinched at in response.

“What? What is it?” Weiss pulled her hand away instantly. “What did I do wrong?”

“No, nothing!” Blake tried to laugh it off. A familiar problem she’d had the night before had returned. “It’s just a little cold, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Weiss nervously laughed with her. She placed the spare hand on Blake’s thigh, gently rubbing it to soothe her somehow. “Do you want me to keep going anyway?”

“Please.” This time, Blake made sure to grasp at the blankets below, bracing herself ready. “I’ll try not to this time.”

“You don't have to. I’ll just have to remember how you twitch in the future.”

And once again, Weiss eased her fingers forward to Blake’s opening. And once again was met with a series of twitches and shudders. But this time, she persevered. She pushed the lubricant against the opening, circling and prodding to prepare Blake for what was to come. And judging from the way she gripped the sheets and bit her lip, it was met with positive response.

“Oh my god why does this look so good?” Weiss asked herself, unable to stop herself looking away from what was happening. When she felt things loosen up enough, she pushed her fingers inside.

And was met with a muffled moan from Blake.

When she looked up towards her face instead, it was a picture of pure bliss. Red cheeks, eyes closed and her eyebrows furrowed while she bit her lip to contain her sounds. It looked like she was having the time of her life already, something truly hypnotic to watch.

“Oh my god… why does she look so good?” She couldn't draw herself away from looking. It truly was wonderful to watch Blake come loose under her fingers. How far could that go? She decided to experiment a little more to find out. On the next thrust inward with her fingers, she decided to curl them to watch the reaction.

“Hoh!”

Immediately Blake grasped the sheets even tighter. And it only continued when Weiss teased more. She continued to move her fingers in and out, curling each time and sending pulses of pleasure through Blake’s body.

“I could do this all day…” It was accidental that Weiss said that out loud, but she meant every word. Somehow seeing Blake so pleasured by the simple movements of her fingers brought her far more satisfaction than receiving pleasure herself.

She really couldn't keep it up all day though. With the next thrust forward, Blake had to reach between her legs and grasp Weiss’s wrist to stop her. Absolutely breathless, she’d only just managed to rasp out. “D-don't. I’m… I’m gonna finish early if you keep it up.”

It was tempting to keep going anyway and finish Blake this way, a call back to their first sober encounter this way. But seeing as she was already dressed for the occasion, she did as Blake asked, drawing her fingers back from their full depth to allow her to recover. “Alright. Are you ready for the full thing now?”

“Yes.” She released her grip from Weiss’s wrist. “Just cover the toy with lube too.”

Weiss nodded, finally withdrawing her fingers and removing the condom from them.

Now the real fun was going to begin. Blake watched Weiss eagerly as she grabbed the bottle of lubricant again, giving the toy a fair amount and rubbing it over. But there was another important question. Position. As easy as it would be to repeat the position from last night with Ilia, she didn't want that. She wanted something a little more interesting. Not just for herself, but for Weiss to experience as well.

After realising her feelings last night, all she wanted was to be as close to Weiss as possible, in any way she could. There was certainly a position she could think of that would allow that.

“... You mind if we try something?”

Weiss looked up from what she was doing, having just finished coating the member. “I can't see how I can say no. What are you thinking?”

“Sit on the edge of the bed.”

Although skeptical, Weiss obeyed. She sat on the bed next to her as Blake asked, positioning the toy upright and ready. The confusion didn't last long when she finally realised what Blake was up to, however. She sat up and climbed up onto Weiss’s lap, straddling herself across mere inches from the coated length. To support herself, she held her hands on Weiss’s shoulders, looking down with a rather nervous smile.

“Is this alright?”

“Oh my…” Something about this position brought a lot of heat to Weiss’s face. And down below as well. Sure, Blake was usually the party on top, but this was in a very different way. She’d be riding her, she’d be the more submissive party. Something about that just got Weiss’s heart racing like nothing she’d felt before. Supporting Blake’s waist, she looked up to her with a flustered expression of her own. “More than alright.”

There weren't many more words to be said. Blake stared into Weiss’s eyes for a long while, almost finding herself getting lost within them. Were they really that pretty before? She really hadn't looked. But now that she was seeing Weiss in a whole new light, she could truly compare them to sapphires. Rare, precious, and beautiful. But that was Weiss all over.

Rather than getting started straight away, she brought a hand back so she could lift Weiss’s chin up, and bring her lips to meet hers in a tender kiss.

A kiss which Weiss insisted on continuing. One of her hands came to support Blake’s shoulders instead, holding her as she rolled her lips around hers, occasionally capturing the lower lip between her teeth. This was so different to any of their kisses before. It was slower, for starters, but something else felt different. It was intimate and loving, the kind of kissing that lovers did.

Were they both mutually feeling that? Blake knew in her heart how she felt but was still clueless as to how Weiss was. And yet, she wasn't backing away yet. In fact, she was the one that wanted the kiss to keep going, that rubbed between her shoulders to encourage her to stay. Maybe… just maybe-

“Hmgh!”

A thrust upward from Weiss cut that thought off completely. Within their kiss, Blake had entirely forgotten where she had been sitting, and what was so close to her opening before. Now the head was pushed in, and she found herself falling away from the kiss to moan out in surprise.

When Blake looked to Weiss’s expression, all that was looking back at her was a smirk.

“Y-you did that on purpose.” She just managed to rasp out.

“Maybe?” Weiss tilted her head and looked up innocently. “Are you upset about that?”

The question was another distraction. Blake felt Weiss’s hands pulling her downward, pushing more of the member inside her and sending yet more shudders up her spine. Oh god, she most definitely was not upset. When the member entered by another three inches Blake moaned out again, her arms returning around Weiss again as she nuzzled her head against her neck.

“I take that as a ‘no’.” Weiss grinned, nuzzling back against Blake in return as she continued her movements. Now they’d settled into a comfortable position, Weiss was able to focus on making this the best experience possible for her. Each time she pushed Blake down, she thrust up, meeting her rear and burying the member in as deep as possible. It started at a slow pace, enough for her to figure out how to do it correctly. So far there were no complaints.

In fact, Blake was joining in, and began to speed up the pace. She felt her matching the movements as her grip tightened, heard the moans in her ear each time she thrust forward. Suddenly she found herself wondering why they hadn't done this weeks ago. Feeling the way her lover was pushing forward with her and showing her need was an experience she couldn't explain. But it was addictive, and brought her far more satisfaction than she could have imagined.

It was certainly creating a burning heat for herself. Even if there was no physical pleasure to be gained, listening to the pleasure Blake was receiving was more than enough for now.

That was displayed again with another gasp. Blake’s grip tightened around Weiss’s body as she shuddered. She could feel her muscles tensing as her finish came closer, shown when her member throbbed between them. “Fuck…!” She bit her lip, desperately trying not to call too loudly.

All Weiss could do was smirk. This really was a callback. She continued to thrust, leaning forward to whisper in her ears the very words that had her screaming that first time.

“Stop holding back. It turns me on when you moan.”

It was Blake’s undoing. She let out a final desperate moan louder than Weiss had ever heard before, shuddering hard in her arms as she felt her finish arrive at last. Her legs tightened around Weiss, forcing the member as far in her as it could possibly get, muscles tensing to try and keep her there so she could take as much of that feeling as she possibly could. It felt so good she’d barely even noticed her member had finished up between them.

Weiss did though. Once she allowed Blake the time to recover she pulled herself back, looking down at the speckles Blake had made on her stomach.

“Wow, that was rude. You made a mess all over me.”

Still breathless, Blake could barely focus her vision when she looked between them to see what she meant, let alone think of a real response. She could barely even speak out between breaths to apologise.

But Weiss only giggled in response to it. She was simply enjoying the show too much. Seeing Blake in such a pleased and exhausted state offered a huge amount of satisfaction. That only grew when she thought of the reason for that. Her. She was the one that pushed Blake to this peak and over the edge. Not so bad for her first time with this toy.

She moved her grip to Blake’s cheeks, using it as leverage to lift her up and off the length, resting her back down on her lap again after. Neither were too interested in moving just yet, enjoying each other’s embrace for a while longer as Blake recovered.

She’d had her finish, now it was time for Weiss to get hers. She pressed her lips up against Weiss’s neck over and over, peppering up and down with small kisses up and down the skin.

A quiet giggle followed as she leaned into the kisses, holding Blake close to her as a hugged her chest instead. The kisses didn’t stop though. They got harder, mixing with the occasional bite. It wasn’t tickling any longer, now it was starting to build Weiss’s own heat up, just as intended. It wasn’t long until she was pushing Weiss back on the bed, pinning her there and continuing her kisses down from her neck to her collarbone.

Then her cleavage, then her breast, then the top of her stomach… Blake was sure to avoid the spot she’d ‘made a mess’ on. The longer that reminder stayed there, the longer Weiss could enjoy it alongside what was about to happen. She had to climb off her lap to continue the kisses, first unbuckling the strapon to remove it from her then kneeling at the foot of the bed to instead begin kissing Weiss’s upper thighs again and again… until…

There was a hum of delight when Blake hit the spot. Her lips met Weiss’s delicate sex, treating her to a variety of kisses and laps with her tongue. Pleasing Weiss in this way was somewhat of a rarity for Blake to try, she usually preferred to stick with fingers or ‘the typical way’, but it was something she wanted to improve. First, she treated the soft nub at the top to a flick of her tongue, focusing her attention there to circle it back and forth.

That small hum very quickly evolved into something more. Blake’s feline ears perked up to listen as Weiss moaned out into the air. She brought her hands up to her thighs to keep her in place, supporting her throughout as she continued the movements with her tongue, but also to feel every twitch and shudder. She craved Weiss’s response just as much as Weiss had craved her own.

‘This is where I mix it up, right?’ It seemed like the right thing to do. In all honesty, whenever she’d asked Weiss for the best advice on how to please her, there wasn’t much that she’d offered in critique. It was hard to give any when she hadn’t had anyone else to compare it against. In fact, it was her best friend she had to ask for tips from.

“Clit’s a good spot, yeah, but like… Well, you wouldn’t just lick the head of a dick to give a blowjob, would’ya?” She thought back to Yang’s advice. It might have been embarrassing at the time to listen to, but now she was thanking her lucky stars she did. “Vag’ is the same. You wanna mix it up. Treat the lips as well, tease the entrance, all that stuff. Least, that’s what I always like… Basically, if she starts pulling your hair or pushing your head against her for more, you’re doing a good job.”

Tilting her head to the right, Blake experimented with that advice. She instead lapped at the inner lips, both to the right, then to the left.

“Ooooohhh…” It was met with a mixture of a moan and an exhale. Definitely a good sign, even more proven when Weiss gripped the sheets below and allowed her eyes to fall shut. It only continued as Blake did, and Weiss found herself shaking every so often, quivering with the dull pleasure as it swam over her. “H-have you r-read a new boo- Oooh!- B-book or something? Because t-THIS!- this is so new…!”

Blake didn't want to break away to respond. Instead, she offered a small growl in the midst of her work, hoping her warm breath might also help with the building pleasure. Next, she lowered her head a little more. This time when she lapped, she was sure to do so right at Weiss’s entrance.

“WHOA! Shit!”

Hands reached into Blake’s hair in an instant. The response was electric! With each lap around Weiss’s entrance, a moan followed, the grip on her hair seeming to tighten as she tried to keep Blake right where she needed her. More and more shudders came the more she continued, it became very clear that Weiss was coming undone.

That much was obvious when Weiss tried to pull her closer, voice dripping with need. “F-fuck! Blake I’m-... I’m gonna-!”

No more needed to be said. Blake knew to finish the job by returning to the clit above, focusing the last of her attention there as she circled it with her tongue over and over, opening her eyes and looking up toward Weiss so she could soak in her response to the full.

Weiss was done for. She shuddered in Blake’s grasp, moaning her name loudly as the last of the pleasure seared through her veins and washed over her in wave after wave. Waves that Blake managed to maintain for a few seconds longer with each flick and circle of her tongue, being sure her lover would receive as much joy as she could possibly deliver.

It took nearly a full minute for Weiss to come down from her high. She gasped for breath, panting loudly and laying on the bed. It was heavy breathing mixed with a very weak laughter when she tried to look down, unable to even open her eyes. “That was… wow. Holy shit…”

“It was okay?” A stupid question perhaps, but Blake was eager to know.

“Okay?!” Weiss laughed again, this time using all her remaining strength to sit upright, having to hold her arms behind her for support. “Blake, that was probably the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Where on earth did you learn to do that so good all of a sudden?”

Red dusted Blake’s cheeks once more as she looked off elsewhere, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. “You know me and Yang talk about anything, right? Well, I just happened to ask and she gave me some tips.”

“ Yang told you how to do that?!” It looked like she was embarrassed at first. But as quick as it appeared, it faded. “You know what? If her lessons make you that good , I don't even care if she knows you’ll be using them on me. I’m not complaining about that performance at all.”

“Didn't think you would.” Blake giggled quietly. But speaking of the other band members, it only just occurred to Blake how far behind they really were. Their ‘moment of madness’ must have delayed them by a good half hour at the very least. “We’d better get showered up and go, I’ll bet they’re waiting for us.”

“Of course, yes. But first, Blake?”

The soft voice stopped Blake in her tracks just as she was about to fetch her clothes again. “Yeah?”

“Thank you for forgiving me. I’m really glad we’re still doing this.”

Such a simple phrase had completely caught Blake off guard. In her head, Weiss hadn't absolutely any reason to be sorry in the first place, but in her heart, she wished for so much more than this. And she was so very close to telling her that fact too… If only she’d spoken first, maybe she wouldn't be stuck in this limbo of her own feelings.

But it didn't matter. She smiled back in return to Weiss and nodded. “You didn't have anything to be sorry for, but I’m glad we’re together too.”

A subtle word choice perhaps, but it seemed Weiss didn't focus on it while she concentrated on cleaning up her stomach. Blake did, however. And now a different focus was on her mind.

‘Maybe I should be asking Yang for more advice other than just sex stuff…’

Hours later, everything had been back to normal. The two had reassured the others that they were back on good terms then got straight to unpacking for their week’s stay. The first performance was tomorrow, but tonight, everyone had their own plans to unwind before the big night.

While he was in town, Blake took the opportunity to go out with her friend Sun to a local bar upon hearing it was ‘Faunus night’, so Weiss had made plans to keep herself occupied with Ruby. It had been too long since she last hung out with her best friend, and room service with a side of pizza was just what the doctor ordered. Might as well have a chilled out evening and a friendly chat and save the drinking for tomorrow after their show.

“I’m surprised you weren’t out with Yang tonight,” Weiss mentioned, taking another slice of pizza from the box. “Or that she’s not come back here.”

“She said she was seeing someone tonight?” Ruby took a sip from her can of soda, still scrolling through the TV to try and find something decent to serve as background noise. “And then said ‘don’t wait up for me’ in her special voice. I’m guessing that’s sister code for ‘I’m getting laid but I don’t want to tell you out loud ‘I’m getting laid’ ’.”

Weiss couldn’t help but scoff at that while chewing on her pizza, nodding her agreement before she could answer. “ That voice. Yes, Winter is also a user of ‘the voice’ when she tries to discuss her evening plans, and she too used ‘the voice’ to describe tonight.”

Ruby paused a moment. “Hey, wasn’t your sister in town this week for one of the shows?”

“Indeed she is, we’re meeting tomorrow morning for coffee. No sooner than that. I think she’s eager to ‘relax’ now that she’s back for a while. Hence the voice.”

“Maybe they’ll meet up and go date hunting together.” Ruby smiled, leaning back against the wall and taking another sip of soda. “Oh, hey! Did you and Blake figure out that thing you needed to?”

“Yes, we did,” Weiss responded to Ruby now she’d finished the last of her pizza, crudely licking her fingertips to clean them. A rather bad habit she picked up from her friend. “It was easily figured out. Just a small disagreement we had the night prior with the… sleeping arrangements. I don’t understand how we let it drag out for so long.”

Ruby tilted her head. Sleeping arrangements… that’s what the kids were calling it these days, huh? Rather than drag this out for longer or even use it to tease, Ruby cleared her throat. “Y’know that Yang already told me that you two are kind of a thing, right?”

To which Weiss sighed in response. A mixture of both annoyance and relief, but she brought her hand to her face. “Please tell me it’s only you two that know? Because it’s really not enough to make a big deal out of.”

“Just me and her,” Ruby confirmed, offering her a reassuring smile. “But you do both make a cute couple! I’ll admit I did squeal a little bit when Yang told me.”

“Yeah… Right.” Weiss didn’t seem as thrilled at that as expected. In fact, she looked off into the distance instead, bringing her hands back and holding them in each other. “We’re not a couple. Not really. We’re just… Experimenting, or whatever you’d want to call it.”

“Oooh…” The cogs seemed to have turned for Ruby as she nodded, also avoiding eye contact as she looked towards the TV instead, but not truly watching. “You’re just ’doing stuff’ . That’s cool too! As long as you’re both okay with it and safe and… whatever.”

“Of course we’re both okay with it. We’d never arrange it if we weren't… although…” Weiss had been about to begin, though hesitated. Eventually, she shook her head. “Nevermind, it’s dumb. You won't want to know.”

“No no, I do!” Ruby took her focus back on Weiss again and looked over, moving the last pizza boxes to the bedside table instead so she could shuffle closer to her. “C’mon, it’s been ages since we last talked like this. You can say anything to me if it’s bothering you so really, go ahead.”

Weiss continued to stare at her hands for a long moment. She really hadn't confided in Ruby in a very long time, since she and Blake started to do things with one another in fact. It would feel good to have an ally that knew the circumstances, and even better for that ally to be Ruby once again. She shuffled on the bed, facing toward Ruby instead. “Okay. This arrangement we have? We’d agreed to have it open-ended. No commitments, no ‘girlfriend’ label, nothing like that. I thought I’d be okay with that until… well…” She sighed, looking down again. “Until she actually did sleep with someone else.”

“Oh? OH! Oooohh….” Mere seconds it took for Ruby to figure it out, to which she then winced. “So that was the issue with sleeping arrangements…”

“Well done.” Weiss shook her head as she smiled to herself. At least Ruby could make her laugh in a topic where she really didn’t think she could. But the smile soon faded again, giving way to a much more vulnerable expression. “So now I feel really stupid for how I reacted. This whole ‘no commitments’ thing was my idea in the first place so I had no right to be so hurt by it! But… But it did hurt, a lot. It… It still hurts now.”

Ruby raised an eyebrow. “If it hurts so much, then why are you keeping it going?”

That was a very good question. Weiss shrugged her shoulders, taking a long while to think about that answer. Thinking about it alone was enough to make her eyes begin to water. There must be a reason she wanted to keep it going, and in her gut, she knew it went hand in hand with the reason she was hurt in the first place. It was about time she admitted it to herself as well as to Ruby.

“Because it would hurt more to not have her at all.”

To that Ruby shuffled closer. She placed a hand on her shoulder to rub in the hope it would comfort her a little. Anyone could see the past twenty-four hours had clearly taken their toll on the poor girl and thrown everything she knew so far into question. Ruby didn’t have any answer to give in response, but she wasn’t about to turn her away.

But once the silence was dragging on for too long, she spoke up. “Do you want input? Or is this more ‘I’m letting this out’ right now?”

“It’s definitely the latter.” Weiss sniffed, rubbing her eyes to catch a tear before it fell. “But what advice do you have to offer?”

“Well, firstly… It sounds like you want to be more than an arrangement. ” Ruby was pointing out the obvious, but a good place to start. Sometimes having someone else say it aloud helped. “Do you think she does too? Like, are there any hints?”

“No, she doesn’t.”

But the instant she spoke it aloud, she paused. “Wait… There might be?”

Weiss’s cheeks were turning red as she remembered. “I mean… During uh… ‘making up’ today she did initiate a kiss that was kind of…” She tilted her head, thinking back to that moment back in the van, to that intimate kiss they’d both shared right before Weiss used the toy properly. The one that Blake herself started. “Okay, I’m sorry if this is dumb or TMI or whatever, but it didn’t feel like an ‘I want to screw you’ kiss. It felt like a nice… romantic kiss.”

“So… what did you do? Other than kissing back, I mean.”

Weiss’s blush intensified further. “Well, I got excited and I jumped and it pushed the toy into-”

“OKAY THIS IS THE TMI PART NOW!” Ruby called out quickly as she reached to cover her ears instead.

“You asked!” Still flustered, Weiss shrugged her shoulders. “I panicked! I had to play it off smooth as if I meant to do that, else it would have been really awkward!”

“Alright alright, okay, we’re going slightly off topic.” Ruby only just uncovered her ears again, trying to hide her own forming blush before it got any worse. Once clearing her throat, she looked back to Weiss again. “I think, even though you might be a little scared to… You should tell her. Because holding this back, letting yourself get hurt by something she doesn’t even know hurts you? That’s just not fair on you. And it might lead to a fight, then… Then you really could lose her.”

Weiss held her head in her hands once more. “God, you’re right. You’re completely right.” It pulled at her heart to admit that, and to even think of what could happen.If she confessed and Blake didn’t feel the same way too, what would happen to their arrangement? Could it even go on longer or would it get messy?

Even bigger than that, what would it do to the band if there was a huge fallout? This was their final show, on their biggest tour ever. There was no way she could allow this mess to ruin that for everyone now, not when they were so close! But that meant swallowing her feelings for a little longer, and possibly being hurt for longer.

But for her friends, for her new life, for Blake , she’d do it.

“I’ll wait till after the last show.” She looked downward again, sighing quietly to herself. “It’s only a couple of days, then if anything does go wrong… At least the shows will be done.”

That was that. While Ruby wasn’t a fan of her friend putting it off even longer, she understood. In a few days, all the questions would come to an end, and the answers for the future would become clear for everyone. The band and their careers, Blake and Weiss with their relationship; all of it could possibly hang in the balance. It was just a matter of waiting, waiting for the perfect moment to finally confess her feelings and reach the closure that they both deserved.

As long as nothing worse happened first.

#Kapu fic #NWDE #Part four!#the calm before the storm...#sorta #FEAT BEST BUDDY RUBBLES #and Yang 'here's advice' Xiao Long

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