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lenkusov · 3 months ago

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fuck it, i wrote an Initial D oneshot fic

Minor spoilers for Third Stage warning, also some spoilers for Extra Stage I guess but that was kinda just fanservice anyway. I did use my (objectively correct) headcanon interpretation of Impact Blue and the Night Kids where Mako and Sayuki are a bi-lesbian situationship, while Takeshi and Shingo are absolutely bangin but also deep in the closet. Multiple POVs, no sex, lots of mutual pining and ish though.

The crowd in the trailhead pulloff thrummed with a dozen quiet conversations, occasionally punctuated by a line of RedSuns or a pair of outsiders screaming through the wide turn beyond the guardrail as they made use of the open practice time before the race. The auras of the cars seemed, to Mako at least, a lot more restrained than was usual - most trying to leave space in the oncoming lane for the spectators headed up the mountain.

Sure, they might be practicing, but she knew that as soon as 10pm drew near, the mountain would go still and silent as all the junior racers tried to find any parking spot left with a halfway-decent view. The galleries were packed tonight, fans sitting on every meter of retaining wall and hanging off every section of guardrail, some sitting on the roofs of their cars or even climbing onto the trail's bulletin board shelters to see over the crowds in the pulloffs. Many had given up on even FIDNING parking, hiking up the trails or riding one of the packed buses that grew farther apart as the hours grew later. She and Sayuki had seen Akagi Pass crowded before, but the upcoming battle of legends had drawn numbers that rivaled even professional rally events.

She was just glad that they showed up early, claiming a spot at the wide turn preceding the final hairpin section, the view from here was good and the lot wasn't as crowded as the pulloffs at any of the hairpins, or the lot at the top of the mountain filled with the usual groupies trying to grab the attention of the Rotary Brothers. Naturally, they weren't the ONLY team to have picked this spot either - at the other end of the pulloff, the familiar black outline of the R32 Skyline and the pair leaned against it was hard to miss, despite the way they reflexively stepped away from each other whenever someone looked their direction.

Impact Blue and the Night Kids had hung out a lot over the fall and winter, finding a lot of common ground that DIDN'T involve getting beaten by Akina's eight-six and going on a lot of "double dates" to ski lodges, hot springs, family restaurants, and other things of the sort. Shingo and Takeshi always seemed to be more interested in each other than either of the girls, which was fine by them, except for the awkwardness when Shingo and Sayuki worked behind her back to set her up with some glasses-wearing twink in an MR2 so his parents would stop asking so many tough questions.

Yeah, he was nice and all, but they never did more than hold each other's hands, and he even had the audacity to want her to quit street racing when her biggest dream in life had been to go pro! She'd scared the hell out of him with that run down Usui, even without Sayuki's navigation skills, and she hadn't seen or heard from him since. As much as she was still somewhat hurt about Iketani ghosting her last summer, she figured he would at least understand her dreams instead of trying to tie her down in the name of 'safety'. Miyahara had probably just snap-oversteered in the rain and gotten cold feet or something.

Mako sighed to herself, and leaned back against the Sileighty's fender. Sexuality and street racing were both equally complicated, she figured, but at least racing ONLY came with stigma from people she didn't care about anyway, and she could talk about the intricacies of it with someone besides Sayuki and the Night Kids. During the last winter, after they'd all gotten more comfortable with the other teams' presence and with the help of a couple rounds of hot amazake to shake off the chills, Shingo started getting a bit more handsy with Takeshi than was socially appropriate, which prompted Sayuki to do the same to her, and it turned into a game of gay chicken in the booth at the back of the ski lodge's restaurant.

After Takeshi finally managed to shake a little bit of sense into Shingo, they all adjourned to the upstairs porch of the lodge where there were fewer bystanders to send them dirty looks, talking until well after the sun set about each other's sexual preferences. Turns out, Nakazato and Shouji only maintained their rivalries to keep the more novice drivers from spreading too many rumors about them, neither of them really had more than a platonic attraction to girls but they both kept trying to find someone to be their 'beard' to deflect the heat. Mako and Sayuki's situation was different, they were both bisexual, leaning pretty hard towards some very specific men but they always ended up coming back to each other. After they'd met in high school, they moved in together, and while neither of them would ever say they were anything beyond 'friends' or 'teammates' it wasn't particularly well-hidden that their relationship went deeper.

Eventually, the discussion shifted towards the sexualities of OTHER street racers who they'd never seen with girlfriends, and how all the best drivers seemed like they were probably not straight. Those Emperor dudes all looked like something out of a barazoku magazine, they all drove matching cars, and despite positively reeking of testosterone, none of em ever seemed to have an interest in women unless it was to beat them at street racing - the group all agreed that those Lan-Evos were definitely just trying to draw attention away from the abnormal amount of 'bro hugs' they gave each other.

Takeshi brought up Purple Shadow, a team in a neighboring province who he'd heard rumors of for years. "God Arm" and "God Foot" had been out and public longer than anybody in their group had been alive, and from the amount of gory details on their relationship Mako heard the Night Kids ramble off, she was pretty sure those two's nicknames came from how absolutely shameless they were with their kinks. Their openness kept both of them from going pro, but they still maintained contacts with a lot of professional teams - the teams wanted their skills, but their sponsors wouldn't touch an openly-gay driver with a ten foot pole. Shingo explained that was why they always had to act like rivals in public, any gay rumors would keep both of them from ever getting a spot on a pro team once they graduated college.

It was then that Sayuki brought up the two they were going to be watching race today. Apparently, on their double-date with Iketani and Fujiwara, no matter how much Sayuki tried to get a response out of him - even going down the waterslide with his head in her cleavage - the most he ever gave her was a cute amount of blush and a look of public embarassment. Word on the street was that Takumi had blown his engine trying to beat one of those Emperor jerks on Akagi, nobody really knew why he was racing against the same team AGAIN or why he went to Akagi to do it, but the fact Ryousuke's challege to Fujiwara had been 15 red roses ("forgive me for challenging you") and he'd dressed for the race like he was going on a first date carried a few Implications™ with it. It didn't help either of them's cases that the kid always seemed to get flustered around the elder Takahashi, blushing harder than anything Sayuki had ever managed to achieve with him last summer. Mako hadn't exactly been paying attention to the others that day, but from what she remembered, she had to agree - that kid definitely had a crush on Ryousuke, almost as bad as her own, but it seemed like HIS crush was actually being reciprocated. On the porch that day, they had to agree - if their crushes ended up with each other instead of with them, that'd probably be even hotter than the alternative. And more likely to happen.

Sayuki's fingers snapped in front of her face, jerking her out of thoughts.

"Earth to Mako, get your head outta the clouds before the race starts! It's 9:55, and that guy with the radio said the Eight-Six just started up the hill!"

Before she could say anything back, the squeal of tires and the roar of an unfamiliar engine made the crowd fall silent. It didn't sound like the Eight-Six she remembered racing, not even close - it was smooth yet angry, revving as high as a motorcycle but at a deep, thrumming pitch that belied its larger displacement. Whatever engine that kid had in there, it definitely wasn't road legal, that's for sure.

Headlights appeared at the hairpin opposite their pulloff, and the familiar frog face of the Panda Trueno whipped around, going much faster uphill than a naturally-aspirated eight-six had any right to. It screamed through the wide turn, people scrambling to clear off the guardrail as the rear bumper missed their kneecaps by a few inches. The scream of the engine morphed into a roar as it accelerated off into the night, leaving everyone stunned - none of the races with the new engine had been widely publicized, only the last race against the SW20 had been planned far enough in advance for anyone to videotape it, and even the copy-of-a-copy-of-a-copy bootlegs full of smearing and static were hard to get ahold of, so few had even SEEN the new engine in action. Everyone had still HEARD about it, though - heard of the eight-six FLYING down Iroha like it had wings, trading passes with the SW20 multiple times and winning by a nose at the last possible second. The footage that Takeshi had showed her at his and Shingo's dorm room was even more unbelievable than the rumors.

Even as the wailing and screeching of Akina's Ghost faded up the mountain, the crowd remained near-silent except for a few hushed whispers. Mako took advantage of the crowd's distraction to pull Sayuki down into a passionate, but brief, kiss behind the Sileighty's fender, watching the Night Kids' arms wrap around each other's shoulders from the corner of her eye.

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From the overlook above, Ryousuke watched those familiar headlights flicker and dance through the trees, tinged lightly green by the spring foliage. He'd waited months for this night to come, counted off the days, coasted on the vivid memories of that passion-fueled night on Akina. He could still smell the burning rubber from their tires, the acrid oil-smoke of his FC blending with the sweet-and-sour exhaust of the eight-six, backed by the green humidity of a late summer's night. The smell of adrenaline sweat and overloaded deodorant wafted off Fujiwara as they stood, barely 3 feet apart on the road shoulder after the race, the kid looking up with those big doe eyes at him and a bright red flush in his cheeks as Ryousuke praised his driving skills, trying to convey to the cutely-oblivious teenager that the racing world's bigger than Akina and his skills are worthy of recognition.

Very few people could get to Ryousuke's heart the way Fujiwara Takumi did. Fujiwara was the only one alive right now, anyway. The thought of Kaori turned his emotions sour for a brief moment, but he pushed the dark thoughts away as quickly as they'd appeared. That Dream was long gone, he'd gotten over it, and it had made him a stronger person and a faster street racer. The fact that Fujiwara showed up out of nowhere one day and inertia drifted into his life, as oblivious to his skill as he was to the effect he had on Ryousuke, made the void in his heart ache in a way he hadn't felt in years. This time, he kept promising to himself, he would put his feelings and greed behind him. This time, his Dream would not become a nightmare.

The headlights disappeared out of view as they approached the final climb to the peak, and Ryousuke composed himself as he strolled back to the parking lot. The RedSuns were keeping the crowds at bay along with the handful of faces he'd recognized from Akina - they'd showed up well in advance, as usual, while Takumi seemed to love making him shiver in anticipation as he showed up at the last minute with dramatic timing. He approached his FC, starting it and checking the gauges, ensuring the temperamental 13B-T rotary was properly warmed up in advance of the race, stepping out as the eight-six pulled up beside him.

Takumi stepped out, dressed as understated as always in his t-shirt and jeans while shrugging out of his blue windbreaker, and stood there staring into his eyes. Ryousuke stared back, his cable-knit turtleneck keeping the chill off for now, but knowing he'd soon be sweating right through it once the race kicked off. The tension in the air was palpable as they exchanged eye contact, waiting for each other to make the first move.

Takumi scratched the back of his neck, the first hint of a blush forming under the streetlights as he broke the silence.

"Uhh, I guess this is it."

Ryousuke let out a brief chuckle. "It sure is, Fujiwara. How do you want to run this race? I seem to recall you asking me to take the lead, so I assume that means we're going to run cat-and-mouse. However, if you pass me on the first run, I'd still like a better look at your driving, so if you're okay with it, I'd like to make at least two runs. After all, if you decide to accept my offer, I would be your team leader and I'd love to see your style up close…" he said, ending with a small smile, never breaking eye contact.

Takumi's blush deepened. "S.. Sure, I'd like that too. To tell you the truth, I don't really care who wins or loses this race, I just wanna… make sure I'm good enough for you, I guess. And I… I wanted to race you again, it felt too much like cheating last time when we raced on Akina and it's been eating me up ever since, cause you've always been nicer to me than any of the other street racers and I feel really guilty about it for some reason… If that makes any sense."

"That's understandable to me, Takumi," he replied, "Your home course always puts you at the advantage in a race. Tell me, why did you want to race me on Akagi this time? If you wanted it to be fair, we could have raced at a different pass, like Usui or Myogi. On Akagi, one of us still has the upper hand, although with that Group A engine under the hood and how much your skills have improved since our last race, the playing field might not be as uneven as it would normally be for me. After all, Sudo Kyoichi is only other person I've raced on Akagi in years out of fairness."

Takumi seemed a bit thrown off. "Wait, how did you know I have a Group A engine? I mean, it does sound different, but nobody except Wataru and some of the guys at the gas station know about it?"

Ryousuke bit back a laugh, ignoring the fact the kid hadn't answered his question. "Takumi, I know a lot more about you than you think I do. An acquaintance of mine in Tokyo, Nakai, was the one who sold the engine to your father a few years ago. When I heard your new engine for the first time I knew exactly what you'd gotten your hands on, and I'm glad you're putting it to good use. They made 5,000 of those engines, but as far as I'm aware, there's only one other person who drives an eight-six with one, and he's racing on the circuit."

While Takumi tried to untangle his tongue and process what he'd just said, Ryousuke stepped forward and placed both hands on his shoulders. "With that engine under the hood of your eight-six, and with as much as you've improved since you raced my brother last summer, I think you've got the potential to do great things. You've already beaten me before, and I have no illusions about being able to beat you tonight. My goal with this race is to show you how much you've grown as a driver, Takumi, and… I also simply want to race with you again. Not to win or lose, but just to drive."

Ryousuke released his shoulders and stepped back to his FC, leaving Fujiwara stunned and blushing at his touch. The slam of his door shook Takumi out of his paralysis, and he hurried into the eight-six to turn around and pull behind the FC.

Fumihiro counted off their start, engines revved, tires squealed, and they flew off down the mountain in perfect lockstep. The sounds of their engines was harmonized, the hiss of the FC's blowoff valve and the pop of the eight-six's exhaust as they clutched in to change gears were like percussion in cadence. The FC carved a perfectly practiced line through every corner, the eight-six flowing along in its wake in a delicate vehicular ballet through every corner. They drifted in parallel through the hairpins, alternating lead positions and driving abreast on the straightaways without a care for who won or lost.

Their cars were extensions of their bodies, and their driving was an intimate dance. The passion for speed, for the roar of engines and the scream of tires, the adrenaline flowing without the stress that usually came with a battle like this, the White Comet of Akagi and the Ghost of Akina soared down from the mountain in pure automotive bliss.

The bottom of the mountain came too quickly for either of their likings as they crossed the finish line neck and neck, whipping their cars into opposing J-turns at the bottom intersection and burning a heart into the pavement in rubber. The trip back to the top was more subdued, neither of their cars being tuned for the hillclimb, but neither wanted to leave the other behind. They whipped their cars around in a heart once again, the eight-six pulling to the front, and didn't even wait for Fumihiro to count them off before they were headed back down again.

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They lost count of how many runs they'd made, but by the time they threw on their flashers and crept into the pulloff at the bottom, it was well past midnight. Their engines were running on fumes, their tires were worn down to the belts, almost all the spectators had gone home, and they were sweat-drenched and exhausted as they stumbled out of their cars on wobbly legs. They leaned against their respective vehicles in the orange glow of the streetlamp overhead, the fiery passion in their eye contact not dulled in the slightest despite how worn out they both were.

They stood in silence for a while, no sound but the ticking as their engines cooled down and the slowing pants of their tired breathing, before Ryousuke broke out of his trance and reached into the door pocket for a smoke. Before the 3rd run, Ryousuke had slowed down at the top long enough to pull his sweater off, leaving only a thin undershirt clinging to his body with sweat, and Takumi couldn't help but stare as Ryousuke dragged slowly on his cigarette. His own T-shirt was soaked as well, the outline of his racing harness darkened into the fabric. They both looked haggard, but to each other's eyes, it was one of the most beautiful things they'd ever seen.

As Ryousuke blew out another smoke-filled breath, Takumi made his move, stumbling toward the older man and grabbing his waist with both hands as he buried his face into Ryousuke's neck, tears welling in his eyes. The forgotten cigarette dropped to the ground as Ryousuke returned the embrace, wrapping his hands around Takumi's shoulders and half-burying his face in the brunette's hair, one hand coming up to gently card his fingers through it. Neither of them spoke a word as the adrenaline wore off, sweat drying in the cool spring air.

Takumi loosened his grip, and Ryousuke allowed him to pull away. Takumi's hands stayed on Ryousuke's hips, Ryousuke's hands on his shoulders, looking into each other's eyes through the sweat-soaked bangs glued to their foreheads.

"Yes."

"Mmm? Yes to what, exactly?"

"Yes, I'll join your team. If there's any way I can be close to you like this again, I'll do whatever it takes."

Ryousuke cracked a smile. "Takumi, you gave me the best race of my life tonight, you know that, right? I haven't felt this good in years, I wouldn't give you up for the world."

Takumi's arms reached up under the other's shoulders as he stood on his toes, bringing Ryousuke's head down into a kiss. Ryousuke reciprocated, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue against Takumi's lips until they loosened, passion to rival their race flaring up between them, electricity arcing between tongues, bodies pulling tighter as Ryousuke stumbled back against the door of the FC. Takumi dragged one hand out of Ryousuke's hair, rubbing up and down his back, stopping to massage any knots felt in the sore muscles from their races, while Ryousuke pulled one of his hands free to grab Takumi's ass, pulling him up into their kiss. They were only dimly aware of the two cars that stopped in front of them, brakes squeaking and headlights shining through their closed eyelids.

They were rudely jerked out of their reverie by the honking of a car horn.

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The Sileighty pulled out after the R32, headed downhill. Most of the spectators had long since left already, filing down the hiking trails or taking the opportunity between runs to pull out of their parking spots, but the Night Kids and Impact Blue had stayed until 12:30 in the morning. The races had been a sight to behold, the auras of the Comet and the Ghost blending together as if they were one and the same while they performed their intimate dances up and down the mountain. That last run had the steel belts of the tires kicking up a fantail of sparks, so they figured the pair had given up and called it a draw after fifteen minutes passed and neither of them came back up the hill.

During the first run, Takeshi and Shingo had locked their arms together, holding hands in anticipation as the pair came flying around the curve, then reflexively pulled away in mock disgust as soon as the race passed by, but as spectators dwindled they got bolder, pulling into tighter and tighter embraces every run until they eventually gave up and slipped into the backseat of the R32. Mako and Sayuki got the hint, climbing into their own car for a session of heavy petting, sitting up whenever they heard tire squeal to look out the window and watch for a few seconds as their crushes flew past. Mako climbed over the front when she heard the engine turn over and saw the lights of the R32 flash on through the rear windshield, Sayuki following behind, and pulled out to follow them down the mountain. She was curious what those two would be doing at the bottom when they got their.

"5,000 yen says they're making out, I had my doubts about them before but seeing the way they handled those cars in sync tonight, they gotta be madly in love or something."

sigh "Sayuki, you really gotta stop reading so many of those yaoi doijins, just cause they're both high level racers doesn't mean they're gay for each other."

"Whatever, you're just saying that cause you still think you have a chance with Takahashi Fuckin Ryousuke of all people. Puh-lease, you aren't the only girl who can drive fast."

Around the bend at the bottom, two sets of hazard lights blinked out-of-sync as the FC and the eight-six came into view. Between them, the two drivers were locked into a VERY passionate-looking kiss, groping each other completely oblivious to the 4 sets of eyes on them as Takeshi slowed the R32 to a stop in front of Mako. Without saying a word, she reached into the ashtray and pulled out a wad of tollbooth money, counting out five ¥1000 bills and passing them over to Sayuki, who immediately reached through the neck of her T-shirt and shoved them into her sports bra.

The passenger window of the R32 rolled down, and through the rear windshield, Mako saw Shingo reach across to double-tap the horn (to Nakazato's chagrine).

"Hey, why don't you two lovebirds get a room? You're lucky I don't have a camera on me, otherwise I'd show this to all of Gunma!"

The pair immediately disengaged, Takumi looking like a deer in the Sileighty's headlights for a moment before immediately clenching his fists in anger as soon as he recognized the face hanging out the r32's window.

"Fuck off, Shouji, I know you two tap each other almost as much as you tap guardrails!"

#initial d #ryotaku #mako/sayuki #nakazato/shingo #ryosuke takahashi #takumi fujiwara #no sex but it's implied #lighthearted fic i guess #idk how to tag for shit #mutual pining #bi lesbian #closet couple

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lore-gore · 9 months ago

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I find it funny that on aromantic awareness week I come up with not one but TWO characters that are on the spectrum.

Want me to tell you about them? Too bad I'm telling you anyway.

Essentially I came up with them while listening to the song "Final Girl." I haven't figured out their names yet so I'll refer to them as final girl and slasher.

Final Girl

Like the song describes:

"Hot blonde, big tits

School girl, lipstick

Virgin whore, innocent

The cheerleader who babysits

At home, I'm alone

Stranger calls me on the phone

Lights go out, you cut the line

I'm the perfect sacrifice

Yeah okay, well here's the twist

I'm a stone cold cunt, a killer bitch

And I'll break your heart, I'll make you sick

And I'll rip you apart from limb to limb

You'll learn right now I don't play nice

And if you hurt me once, I'll kill you twice

And I won't go first, Drew Barrymore

Cause I'm the last bitch up

The final girl"

Specifically she is a black girl with a wavy blonde wig and baby hairs. (I've never made any black characters who didn't have natural hairstyles, so this is a nice step out of my comfort zone.) She is a recipromantic asexual lesbian and ends up falling for the slasher.

Then we have the slasher.

She is a white girl with pale, dull skin, short black hair with baby bangs, and green eyes. She is skinny and VERY tall, with broad shoulders and perhaps toned I haven't decided yet. She wears a white mask that looks like a doll with rosy cheeks, pink lips, and black mesh over the eyes. Might give her a veil to cover her hair if I decide to keep her identity a secret to be revealed later. She is a uniromantic asexual who has feelings for the final girl and is NOT HAPPY because why the fuck can't I bring myself to kill you?!??!!

I'm going to make their romantic attraction something that confuses and distresses them, but also sorta enjoys at the same time, if that makes sense. I'm allo, so I don't know if this is the best approach, if your allo and reading this mess I'd love if you gave me some pointers, obviously you don't have to though.

Also if you have name suggestions please give them to me!!!! I'm also white, so I would especially love to hear some suggestions from black girls for the final girl.

#aromantic #aromantism #aromance #aromantic week #recipromantic #uniromantic #I'm sorry if I'm using these tags wrong #tw murder #aro awareness week

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ladyloveandjustice · 2 years ago

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NOBODY TOLD ME CARMILLA WAS A CATGIRL

As if she wasn’t ALREADY an icon, she can turn into a black cat??? and feeds on pretty girls? as a cat???

well i get the idea was old school vampires could turn into anything (I’d say we should bring that back but i imagine werewolves would get mad) but it would be so funny to me. Carmilla’s a lesbian of course she wants to turn into a cat I feel you girl

anyway yeah this whole novel is extremely funny listening to as a modern person Carmilla is so flagrant about her intentions she doesn’t even have to try with these people. (also the narrator for the audiobook does a very over the top ‘I vant to suck you blood” voice for her so that just adds to it)

She hits on Laura constantly. just.

with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips traveled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, “You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever.”

and Laura’s like “i don’t understand why she does this. are we related (lol stay tuned). OR IS SHE A MAN IN DISGUISE LIKE IN MY ROMANTIC ADVENTURE NOVELS??? no, i guess not. god i’m out of explanations, guess she’s crazy, anyway here’s another paragraph about how hot she is.”

Then there’s just this entire sequence that’s so funny like a funeral procession that goes by and Laura sings along with the funeral procession and it’s like

Carmilla: STOP SINGING THAT SHIT! FUCK! MY EARS!

Laura: but someone died. You know how all these women have been mysteriously dropping dead near our home? it sure is weird, anyway there was a girl-

Carmilla: I don’t remember the names of peasants

Laura: wow, ok.

Carmilla: Can you not assume everyone shares your religion? also like, what’s so bad about dying. in my opinion it’s great. it is a fantastic time, take it from me. anyway, hold me really tight until I forget your shitty Christian song.

Laura: ok!!!

Carmilla: yeeeeeah baby squeeze harder that’s the stuff

genuinely extremely funny

even funnier is when this guy comes by, and though Laura makes some shitty comments about him being a hunchback, he is out there making the correct calls, because he says “yeah a vampires out there killing people” then is immediately like “but I assume it is a man” and Carmilla is clearly secretly cackling about breaking the vampire glass ceiling. Then he’s like “oh unrelated to the vampire thing, hey girl notice you have really sharp teeth. man don’t those hurt? I’m good at dentistry I can yank it out. so you don’t have that ugly fish tooth” and Carmilla is like “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE! GOD I SHOULD BURN HIM ALIVE” but then calms down as soon as he leaves. I’m just. incredible. This man walked up to a vampire and was like “want me to pry those shitty fangs out of your mouth with some pliers” what a legend.

also very funny is when Laura’s dad comes home and is like “don’t worry we’re not like those superstitious peasants we don’t have to be afraid of disease because we love God, who made all of nature-”

Carmilla: yeah and nature made this, ahem, disease too. It’s totally natural. so what does that tell you. about “God”.

Laura’s dad: ...

Carmilla: fuckin’ CHECKMATED.

Laura’s dad: well anyway a doctor’s coming

Carmilla: ppft, doctor couldn’t cure me, bitch.

Laura: gosh you were sick???

Carmilla: don’t worry about it.

like honestly i love her. she’s out here making great points.

AND she’s poetic. look at this shit.

“But to die as lovers may—to die together, so that they may live together. Girls are caterpillars while they live in the world, to be finally butterflies when the summer comes; but in the meantime there are grubs and larvae, don’t you see—”

Like, I love that she’s making arguments for Laura to join her as a vampire. She’s not just being lazy and locking her in as castle like Dracula, she wants Laura to be in on this, she wants her to see that every man they have to deal with is a grub and larvae and that she should become beautiful butterfly with her.

anyway after this Laura finds an old picture that looks EXACTLY LIKE CARMILLA, noting it has a mole on her throat exactly where she does (that’s such a cool detail for a vampire to have tbh) but her dad is just like haha sure honey but Carmilla plays it cool and explains she’s descended from this woman and Laura’s like omg I’m distantly related to the Karnstiens too~ and Carmilla is literally targeting her distant descendant huh. guys i hate to say this but Carmilla’s problematic :/ disappointed in her :/

but baby who wouldn’t want to join her lesbian death cult

“I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.”

“I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”

How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!

Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.

Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “Darling, darling,” she murmured, “I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”

Laura’s like HAHA ANOTHER OF HER WEIRD FITS OF INSANITY AGAIN HAHA WHAT A STANGE (hot) GIRL Carmilla is being so patient and this girl must be on her last nerve, I feel bad for her.

But she does get a reward, for she turns into a black cat and sucks some of Laura’s blood that night and then plays it off like “omg I too saw a cat last night how strange” and to me it like she’s imagining the future where Laura can also turn into a cat and suck her blood. She just wants some mutual sucking here. Rooting for her.

(It does take a lot of the tension out of things that Laura explicitly says she’s narrating all this ten years later so we know she survives (and also from how she talks is not a vampire) so we can guess the ending, because I’d be 50/50 on her chances otherwise. going to travel back in time 150 years to give LeFanu my critique).

#nev reads carmilla #i think I do remember something about the cat thing in the webseries but it's been so long

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whump-me-all-night-long · 4 years ago

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Jeweler!Sapphire AU (not canon)

Welcome to 3k words of this amazing AU idea that may or may not become a multi-parter. No editing, we die like.. idk. Please let me know what y'all think!!

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CW: talk of death (in a pretty disrespectful manner), talk of human trafficking, intimate whumper, hair pulling, noncon touching, some pretty noncon vibes near the end, uhhh Saph/Dustin is a real asshole, let me know if I need to tag anything else!

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The sound of a ringing phone woke Dustin. With a groan, he rolled over in bed, blankets tangled around his legs. Blindly groping along his nightstand, he found his phone and answered the call, from an unknown number, blue eyes squinting against the flash of the bright screen.

“Yeah?” he answered, stifling a yawn.

“Is this Mr. Moore?” a timid male voice said.

Rubbing a hand across his face, Dustin sat up, glancing at the clock with a groan. “Yes, this is he,” he responded, voice tight. “Now who the fuck is calling me at four a.m.?”

A throat was cleared on the other end of the line. “Sorry to disturb you, sir, but I’m Nicholas Jameston.” There was a pause, as if he expected Dustin to recognize the name. “I’m your uncle’s lawyer.”

Dustin blinked, brow furrowing in confusion. “My uncle? You mean.. Uncle Spence?”

A curt “Yes, sir.”

“Okayyyy,” he drew out. “Listen, I haven’t talked to him in years. Since I left for college at least. Probably before even high school. You see, my dad and him, they didn’t really get along-” He cut himself off. Why was he telling this man anything? “Anyways, there must be some confusion. I don’t know why he wants his lawyer contacting me all of a sudden.” Shit, he thought. Did I break or steal something last time I was at his place? Is this what this is about?

There was an awkward beat of silence before the lawyer cleared his throat again. “No, sir, there’s no mistake or confusion. You see, you’re Mr. Spencer’s closest remaining blood relative.”

Dustin was really not awake enough for this conversation. “Just say what you need to and be done with it.”

“Your uncle is dead,” the lawyer finally said. “And you’re his sole heir.”

Dustin pulled up in his car, a shiny BMW he’d bought using his dad’s life insurance money a few years ago. He squinted against the darkness of early morning, checking the address again. This place looked less like a family home and more like a fortress. A prison.

He wondered, for the millionth time since getting rudely awoken and told that a man he’d met only a handful of times was a) dead and b) giving him everything, what exactly he was doing here. His dad must be rolling over in his grave. Not that Dustin particularly cared about that.

He knew that the brothers had never gotten along, that his dad, the older brother, had apparently “abandoned” the family business because it was “amoral,” but Dustin had never really been privy to the details. He rolled his eyes just thinking about his dad and his need to be righteous and perfect all the time.

That apparently had gone out the window at some point, but the bastard was too proud to go back to his brother - their parents were already dead by that time - and instead decided to start his own company, selling.. who knew? Certainly not Dustin. No, the young twenty-six-year-old was perfectly content enjoying his bachelor playboy lifestyle, feeding off mommy and daddy’s blood money.

“Mr. Moore?” A man was standing on the doorstep, fidgeting nervously with a thick manila envelope.

Dustin took one look at him and barely withheld a sigh. This man, short, balding, oily, was a lawyer alright. He raised one lazy eyebrow. “Jameson, I presume?” he called back, making his way slowly up the path to the door.

“Uh, it’s Jameston, sir,” the man corrected quickly.

Dustin didn’t bother to hide his smirk. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with. It’s early and I have a busy day ahead of me. Left a pretty girl waiting for me to call. Wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

Not bothering to wait, Dustin stepped up to the door and opened it, stepping inside a grand foyer. He whistled softly, taking in the shimmering chandelier, the sweeping staircase, with a gold-woven rug running down the middle, and the many large and well-furnished rooms branching off from the entrance.

“Now this is a nice playhouse, huh?” he said, grinned indolently.

He saw Jameston’s jaw tighten fractionally. “Yes, sir,” he responded. “Now, I can give you a complete tour of the house now. However, Mr. Spencer’s real estate agent can do that when she arrives here in-” he glanced at his watch - a fake, Dustin had noticed - “a couple hours or so. Furthermore, there was a, erm, rather sensitive matter that Mr. Spencer tasked me with familiarizing you with personally.” He adjusted his tie slightly, clearly nervous, before motioning Dustin down one of the smaller hallways to the side.

His curiosity piqued, Dustin followed. “What do you mean? Oh, don’t tell me, was the old man into some shady illegal business? Drugs? Girls?”

Jameston shook his head, Adam's apple bobbing. “No sir. Your uncle, he was an.. art collector, of a sort. Well, he created his own art, really. However, it was not necessarily, um, legally acquired.”

Dustin barely held in a laugh at the lawyer’s clear panic. “Of course it wasn’t,” he scoffed. “Do you know how much shady shit has gone on in this family?” He couldn’t stop the bark of laughter this time. “Of course you do, you’re the lawyer.”

Jameston’s face flushed but he remained quiet until he reached an indiscreet door at the end of a short hall. If Dustin didn’t know any better, he’d assume it was a closet or something. Jameston cleared his throat as he opened the door. “Welcome to the Jewelry Box, sir.”

Carnelian sighed, his head falling back against the wall as he stretched his legs out along the small bed. The only sounds in the large room was the occasional movement from one of the others.

“That’s it,” he muttered, standing up and marching over to the glass wall. “Is anyone else wondering where the bastard is?” he called, frowning as he caught the gazes of several of the others.

Emerald just shook his head, silently warning him. Amethyst, however, scoffed, picking at her nails intently. “Why do you care?” she snapped. “It’s not like you’re ever doing anything but yelling and cursing.”

“So?” Carnelian shot back. “Aren’t you at least a little curious as to what’s going on?”

As if to answer his questions, he heard the door hiss open. Turning his gaze towards it, he felt his lips tugging down into a frown.

“Here we go again,” he muttered. “I knew the bastard would be back before long.”

Then he met the gaze of a stranger, arrogant and lazy and startlingly bright blue. Eyebrows flicking up, he blurted, “Who the fuck are you?”

Smirking, the stranger glanced at a smaller man next to him, one Carnelian had glimpsed down here once or twice before, always with the Jeweler. “I think I’d like to ask you the same question.”

The small man cleared his throat and began speaking, quietly enough that Carnelian couldn’t hear. Instead he took in the stranger, as if he couldn’t quite tear his eyes away.

The man was attractive, annoyingly attractive from Carnelian’s perspective. His skin was a bronzed tone, clear and smooth. He was tall, probably taller than Carnelian, with a lean, slightly muscled body. He had on a dark t-shirt that clung to his body and somehow looked expensive, with form-fitting jeans and some Converse high tops on as well. His dark brown hair was slightly wavy, with the top grown out long and falling into his face. Carnelian’s eyes drifted down towards his mouth before he forcefully pulled them back up to his eyes, which were-

Still on him. Carnelian felt himself blush and then scowl as he met the man’s gaze. Already he was getting on his nerves. And where the hell was the Jeweler? Was this stranger some new client of his, looking to buy one of them? At that thought, Carnelian felt a flash of panic through him and glanced over at Emerald, who was looking subtly at him as well, clearly thinking the same thing.

Carnelian tuned back in when the stranger exclaimed, “Are you shitting me right now?” The stranger was now looking at each of them, studying them more intently.

His gaze almost completely skimmed over Diamond and Ruby, both of them still curled up in their beds, watching with wary and confused gazes. He barely even noticed Amber, the new one still drugged to high heaven after mouthing off to the Jeweler yesterday. Carnelian doubted the kid could even remember their own name right now, much less stand up from where they were sprawled in their bed. He took a bit longer looking at Emerald, his defensive stance, wise eyes, then Amethyst, with her crossed arms and haughty expression, before finally settling on Carnelian.

After several long, tense seconds, he looked back at the other man. “So you’re saying,” he drawled slowly, deliberately. “That this, all of this, the house, the business, the.. Jewels-” his mouth twisted into a cruel smirk- “they’re all mine?”

Swallowing, the other man nodded. “Yes sir, that’s what I’m saying.” He drew out a piece of paper and, clearing his throat, began to read. “‘I hereby give the entirety of my properties, including my family home, my businesses, and my Jewelry Box, to my closest remaining blood relative upon my death.’ That would be you, Dustin Moore.”

There was a gasp from one of the other cells, where Diamond had stood up, flying to the window, eyes wide and frantic. “Death? Wait, no, Sir, he- he can’t be-” They dissolved into sobs, sliding to their knees on the floor.

Carnelian glanced around at the rest of the Jewels, the only sound coming from Diamond. The rest of them had frozen as well, not sure how they were meant to respond. Carnelian was reeling, glancing down as he took a shaky breath. On the one hand, he was glad the bastard was dead. On the other, well, the Jeweler had never looked at him the way the stranger, Dustin the other man had said, looked at him. The Jeweler looked at him like some prized object, something to be shown off proudly and then put back into storage. The Jeweler treated him less than human; Dustin’s gaze said he knew precisely how human Carnelian was, he just didn’t care.

Before he knew it, Carnelian was raising his head to glare at the other man, only to find him still looking at him. As Dustin slowly moved forward, he asked, “Did my uncle give these.. Jewels any names? Because I think I’m seeing a theme in them.” He stopped a couple feet away from the glass, his head tilted slightly. “The only one I can’t seem to figure out is this one.”

Carnelian’s lip curled. “Stay the fuck away from me,” he snarled softly, looking him up and down before raising his brows slightly. “Bastard jr,” he added.

Dustin almost seemed caught off guard before letting out a laugh. “I thought you said that he trained them to be all submissive and whatever,” he called over to the other. “Jameston, this one seems to be a bit feral.” He stepped even closer, lifting one hand to touch the glass. Carnelian fell back a couple inches, eyes still narrowed.

Jameston cleared his throat yet again. Carnelian would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was complicit in letting him stay kidnapped. “Yes sir, your uncle had his ways of training them. However, he didn’t train them all the same way. He found that one’s fight to be..” He skimmed his notes quickly. “..rather appealing, sir.”

Carnelian made a noise of disgust as Dustin grinned. “I can’t say I blame him.”

Carnelian barely breathed until Dustin stepped away, turning back to Jameston. “Well, I’ve seen them all. Let’s go back upstairs now. I think I saw a nice liquor cabinet that I’d like to raid.”

Once they were both gone from view and the door had hissed shut, Carnelian leaned his head against the cool glass.

“You okay?” Emerald asked.

Carnelian just shook his head, a sudden lump in his throat. “The way he looked at me,” he said softly.

“I know,” Emerald murmured back.

He glanced up to find the older man looking at him with concern and pity.

“Well then,” Amethyst said loudly, breaking the silence that had fallen thick and heavy. “That was certainly something.”

Diamond sobbed loudly. “That.. that can’t be true. Can it?” They looked up, searching the others’ faces. Carnelian felt a twinge of pity for them. After over a decade of being trapped down here, they had been reduced to a mere shadow of whoever they might have once been. At whatever they might’ve seen on their faces, Diamond dissolved back into inconsolable sobs.

Resting her head on the wall, Ruby quietly asked, “So what happens now?”

There was a beat of silence before Emerald replied, “Now we wait.”

Back upstairs, Dustin was finally alone after getting rid of that annoying lawyer. He had had to practically shove the man out of the house to get him to leave. Even then, he had only left with promises to call later about the details.

For now, Dustin was sprawled out in a large, overstuffed armchair, a bottle of expensive whisky and a half empty glass next to him. He was already on his second glass, and he had no plans on stopping any time soon.

His mind drifted to the one who had glared and cursed at him. The smaller one, with the hard gaze, numerous freckles, and bright curly hair. The one Jameston had said was named Carnelian. Dustin looked up the stone and smiled at the pictures that were pulled up. Bright, fiery stones, of varying shades, Dustin had to admit, he could see the resemblance.

Pouring himself another glass, he sunk down further into the chair. He supposed he should be more concerned with the fact that there were six human beings locked in some creepy basement that he had apparently just inherited. But, after living the life that he had lived so far, Dustin had to admit that this was far from the craziest thing he had seen. He knew plenty of friends whose families had, well, less than legal people working for them, and now that he thought about it, he swore he could remember some show a few of his friends had gone to where the host had all his pets or whatever they were called designed as gemstones.

He laughed softly, quietly murmuring, “Carnelian, huh?” before draining the glass and pouring one more.

It was hours later when Carnelian awoke in the darkness. The bright lights, luckily, were still on their automated timer, so they had shut out at their usual time. It had been hours since Diamond’s sobs had slowly petered out and since the others’ quiet, stilted conversations had dwindled. Now, everyone was asleep.

Well, everyone except Carnelian. It took him a moment to figure out what had awoken him, a soft tapping on the glass wall of his cell. With a soft groan, he rolled over, out of the bed, squinting in the dim light.

In front of him stood the silhouette of a man. A couple seconds later, Carnelian recognized him as Dustin, his new.. owner. He almost snorted at the title. This man wasn’t any older than Carnelian, and he looked and behaved like an entitled, overprivileged frat boy.

Carnelian slowly walked closer. “What the hell do you want?” he whispered, because he didn’t want to accidentally wake the others and unleash the chaos that would bring with it. It took him a moment to realize that Dustin was fiddling with the lock on the door.

Without answering him, Dustin finally figured out how to unlatch it and swung the door open. He looked back up at Carnelian and made a silent motion for him to follow as he padded back towards the door.

Frowning, Carnelian carefully stepped out, towards him and the hallway beyond, where he could see light spilling out from the door. Knowing it probably wasn’t very smart, Carnelian walked into the hallway, squinting slightly at the suddenly bright lights.

Before he knew what was happening, there was a hand fisting in his hair and pushing him up against the wall. Carnelian looked up, eyes wide, to find Dustin standing much too close to him and several inches taller than him.

Feeling his breath stutter and his heart skip a beat, Carnelian breathed out, “What the hell do you want?” He barely dared take his eyes away from Dustin’s.

With the hand not pinning him to the wall, Dustin leaned closer and wrapped a curl around his finger, pulling until Carnelian wince slightly before letting it go, watching it bounce. This close, Carnelian could smell the whisky on his breath.

“Are.. are you drunk?” he asked, swallowing hard when that steely blue gaze met his, hazy yet surprisingly clear.

“That’s irrelevant,” he said, smirking as he pushed closer to Carnelian, who tried to pull away, but one vicious yank on his hair had his eyes watering and stilled the rest of his body. Dustin raised a hand and slowly traced over Carnelian’s cheeks, ending with one finger following the outline of his lips. “You’re Carnelian.”

Carnelian barely resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and instead held his breath, eyes wide and searching Dustin’s. He didn’t dare to breathe, much less speak, so he didn’t ask why Dustin had said something he already knew the answer to.

It felt as if an eternity had passed before Dustin pulled away, shoving Carnelian roughly back towards the door. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said glibly, pulling the door shut once Carnelian was through, leaving him back in the darkness.

Immediately, Carnelian went back to the one place he never thought he’d call safe. Once he had pulled the glass door closed, hearing the lock click, he curled up in his bed, as far away from the door as he could get, the thin blanket pulled over him as his heart beat in his throat.

He didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night.

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Fuck Movie Night

Hey guys! I So it was my good friend and editor @ravenfan1242's birthday this passed week and she was wanting a fun Damirae fit so I felt inspirited and wrote this for her. I hope you guys enjoy this one. I've really fallen in love with this paring and drew inspiration from an infamous sketch by the talented @kasieli and a prompt from Damirae week 2020.

Anyway enjoy you found the title funny!

With Love --Ophelia

Fuck Movie Night

"Women really like this crap?" Damian bemoaned disdainfully at the romanticized depiction of a dysfunctional relationship between a 200 year-old vampire and an impressionable teenage girl.

"Not all of us," Raven replied evenly, not bothering to look up from her book.

It was Movie Night, a weekly tradition among those who resided at Titans Tower. However, Movie Night never really went as smoothly as one might hope. And to the dismay of anyone with dignity or any practical sense, it was Kory’s turn to pick the movie.

"Oh I think it's sweet," she sang, cuddling up to her boyfriend who, for the sake of getting laid, kept his true opinions of the film and it's more contemptible elements to himself.

"It's not that bad."

"I'm not really sure your opinion can be counted as uncompromised, Grayson?” Damian condescended to his elder brother.

"Someday when you fall for a girl, you'll make compromises, trust me," Dick promised as he'd made many, including sitting through countless shitty movies. “Though I will say I prefer romcoms.”

Damian’s scowl deepened: He would say that. "I'd rather keep my dignity intact, thank you."

"You say that now," Raven drawled, giving him a playful glance and finally peered up from her book.

The young hero felt his blood rush, his face flushing at the alluring look in her eyes. Still, it was safe to say he could never quite read her, which brought him to his next issue with the film.

"Also everyone is always going on about how age of consent is important, yet it's okay for a 200 year-old man to be, not only pursuing a pliant teenage girl, but obsessing over her in the manner of a serial killer?"

"That's actually a really good point," Raven noted, still hardly engaged.

"Uh, but Rae," Beast Boy suddenly chimed in, his brilliance ready to be bestowed upon the group in all it's intellectual glory, "you're reading a vampire novel?"

Raven only grimaced with light contempt "You're Point, Sherlock?"

"So what's that about?" The green boy asked.

"First of all: it's a Gothic Horror, not a vampire novel, and second: I like it?"

"It says here that Carmilla is the sotry of a young protagonist, Laura, who is prayed upon by a lesbian vampire who expresses romantic desire and sexual attraction for the girl..." Jaimie added with growing shock, looking the title up on wikipedia.

Both Gar and Damian glared at her in question and a hint of boyish intrigue.

"The book doesn’t state that outright, but that's the implication in the subtext,” Raven admitted dryly and looked back down at the text.

"That’s really Hot," Gar hummed impishly much to Damian’s disgust.

However, it was safe to say the young hero quietly agreed with the shapeshifter: The idea was indeed hot, but evermore confusing, as he often found himself reading between her signals or rather lack thereof. Still, Damian couldn't just allow Garfield Logan to objectify Raven like that, or possibly even steal her away.

"How uncultured of you, Logan."

"For once I agree with the Brat Prince," Jaimie droned cynically.

"You're the one who brought it up, Reyes," Damian hissed.

"I was just reiterating what I read on wikipedia, it's not my fault Gar's a douche. Plus you thought it was hot too. Don’t act like you're not into it."

"I’m not even gonna dignify that with a response," was all Damian could say, as it was half true.

“I’d love to see Raven with 20 precent off!” Gar joked with no shame, earning a mortified glare from Raven as her face turned beet red.

"Well this conversation took a turn," Raven mused in annoyance.

“Yeah it did,” Dick finally chimed in, as the conversation had taken on an entirely different inclination. “Let’s take about 20 percent off'er, guys.”

Damian swiftly, and without a second thought, jammed the sharp of his elbow into Gars arm, causing the boy to howl in pain.

“What the fuck, Damian!”

“No esse, you earned that.”

“You really did,” Dick seconded in approval.

“I do not condone the use of violence amongst friends, but yes Garfield, that was very inappropriate,” Kory added, as if his appalled mother.

Raven smiled, satisfied with the group’s response and Damian’s chivalry, giving him a subtle grin. He took pause, his eyes studying the very curves of her smile and drifted downward, following her hand as trailed down her neck to her collar bone, then seemingly down to her—

“You’re a real asshole, Damian! That hurt!” Gar whined indigintly.

“Have a little tact next time,” Damian droned, the moment between him and Raven ruined… If there even was one? “Anyhow, my point is what the hell kind of mixed messaging is this? On the one hand, you have women consistently telling us how they don’t want our attention and they just want to be left alone, and then they fawn over shit like this and 50 Shades of Grey (God that hurts to acknowledge that as a work of literature).... How is that even A thing? Honestly, I don't know what to think anymore?”

“What are you bitching about?” Dick asked, as he’d drifted off from the conversation.

“I think he means why is society telling us one thing and then popular media is telling us the complete opposite?” Jaimie clarified.

“Exactly. I know that this example is far beyond the boundaries of acceptable behavior, but at the same time, it seems like girls want to be chased? Am I wrong?”

“Well to be fair, popular media is trash,” Raven sighed, still reading her book, “but the truth is there's a fine line?”

“How fine?” Gar asked, with daring insinuation.

“I think what Raven means is that girls like confidence and a show of affection towards us,” Kory said more broadly and kind.

Raven nodded in agreement, adding, “Yeah, just from guys we’re instreaded in.”

“And how are we supposed to know whether or not you’re interested? Damian asked with caution, as this was the dilemma he’d been faced with for quite some time.

“I’m gonna be really clear about this,” Raven said, placing her book down and stared straight at Damian and Gar, as there was a message attached for each of them. “Now this is my personal policy on what I will not accept or do with a guy I’m not interested in. Okay? We got it?” she said, waiting for both boys to nod. “Okay, good. One, I do not accept favors: Favors can be used to guilt you into doing things that you’re not comfortable with or leverage you into further interactions you wouldn’t participate in otherwise. Two, never let a guy you have no interest in dating buy you food or meals, especially if it’s expensive, it sends the wrong message: Pay for your own dinner. And three, don’t accept gifts from a guy unless you're interested: Simply put, don’t be a greedy bitch.”

“But Tarra used to let me do all those things for her and she let me go… Oh...”

“Answered your own question there, huh?” Jaimie drawled, while Damian scrunched his nose in deep confusion.

“Nobody likes a greedy bitch,” Dick mumbled and noticed Damian, still calculating everything he’d just heard.

“So then based on everything you just said,” Gar mused in further disappointment. “You’re not interested in me, RaeRae?”

“Not even a little.”

“Ouch, you’re gonna need burn cream for that, esse” Jaime laughed.

“Oh, and I never hang out with a guy outside of a group setting unless I’m interested in dating him,” Raven added, as she too realized Damian was still heavily combing over the list of romantic precepts.

“Wait a second,” Damian finally said. “That makes no sense?”

“How do you figure that, Boy Wonder?” Raven asked, curiously.

“Well I alway do you favors, and pay for your meals, I won you that stuffed cat at the fair and we hang out, just the two of us, all the time?”

“Yeah?” Raven replied, in a cross tone.

“Oh my God, how are they that fucking clueless?” Dick groaned, as he and Kory had known about Raven and Damian's mutual attraction to each other for quite some time.

“Really Damian?” Kory added in disappointment. “She just spelled it out for you?”

“And I thought Gar was oblivious.”

Damian glared at everyone still not reading between the lines. “Wait… What am I… OH WOW, I am fucking stupid. I totally missed that...”

“You think?” Raven scolded. “Anyway, us girls like to be chased by guys we like, and then we catch them."

"Sounds hot."

“Come off it, Gar. She just said she doesn't like you like that," Jaimie disapproved, reminding Gar he'd been out right rejected.

Only that never stopped him before. "Chicks like a guy who's persistent."

"Did you hear a single word I just said?" Raven glowered. "Only from guys we like."

"I'm game to change your mind, plus I'm a feminist."

A unified groan filled the room, accompanied by eye rolls and face palms.

“Not this again,” Dick whined, as not only was this claim not really true, but it was made in poor taste.

"You're just saying that as a ploy to get laid,” Jaimie grimaced.

"No shit. And as a rule of thumb I don't date male feminists," Raven added flatly.

"Why's that?" Kory asked, knitting her brow curiously.

"Because male feminist are jerks and creeps.”

"She’s got a point," Dick noted. "Joss Weiden, Harvey Weinstein and possibly even worse, Hugo Schewzyer."

"Who the hell is Hugo Schewzyer?" Damian frowned.

"Just a gender studies professor that used to fuck his younger, impressionable female students," Raven clarified.

"He also tried to commit a murder suicide with an ex girlfriend in 1988."

"Which is entirely my point,” Raven sighed. “Though I will say I’m a little disappointed in the Joss Weiden thing. Buffy is my soul.”

“Again with the vampire thing, Rae?” Gar snickered.

And Dick immediately groaned, “Buffy is off limits, don’t even go there.”

“I wish Buffy’d stake Edward right now,” Damian added in annoyance.

"Well this took a very dark turn, yet humorous," Kory said sadly, regretting the can of worms she’d opened.

"It really did, and on that note, I'm gonna call it a night," Raven sighed and stretched her arms.

"Wait, you're going to bed?" Damian asked, confused. "After everything you just said?"

"Yeah, it wouldn't be girl logic if I didn't leave you high dry, Bird Boy," she smirked flirtatiously and passed him by, giving a sly wink.

Damian scowled, clueless as usual. He crossed his arms and settled back into his chair with great discontent. Mostly for the fact he just wanted to talk to her about his feelings. (Or try to at least; he was still Damian after all.) But it seemed that'd just have to wait…

"Be patient Dami, now at least you know Raven actually likes you," Kory assured in a supportive tone. "And you're not a male feminist so that helps."

"I don't think you're helping, babe."

"Oh, sorry..."

Damian only rolled his eyes in greater annoyance. How could he win the girl and still be rejected all once? How did that make any sense? According to Raven he'd done everything right… well all except pickup on her cues, but what could he do? He was raised by demon wolves and bats. Were all those Buffy Marathons for nothing?

Still, he knew how he felt and he wanted to tell her: Tell her how he admired her bravery, her strength, and that she was always ready to stand and fight… Not to mention how pretty she was when she smiled at him, and how his heart skipped a beat when she touched him, or how much he wanted to make her… don't work yourself up, Damian, she’s not even here, he thought, feeling his face get hot as it often did when he thought of her in such sinful ways. But it seemed he was still on his own, for now.

"Humm?" Damian hummed, as he noticed Raven had forgotten her book. Without much thought, Damian rose from the armchair and walked across the room to retrieve the misplaced tome.

"What are you doing?" Dick asked.

"Raven forgot her book," he replied. "I'm just gonna bring it to her and turn in myself."

"Sparkling vampires too exciting for you?" Jaimie chuckled.

“As father likes to say: And they wonder why cinema is dying?"

“You should hear his opinions on Joel Schumacher,” Dick added, recalling one partcular movie with Goerge Cloony.

“Who the hell is… never mind, I get the feeling I don’t wanna know?”

“You really don’t.”

“Then on that note, goodnight…”

Damian turned and made his way to the hall, the lights dim as he made his way down the windowless corridors. Alone, his mind began to wander, thinking of how many opportunities he'd missed. One particular incident came to mind. Raven had come to him one day, complaining about a strange mark she'd discovered on her chest. Concerned, Damian began to ask her some investigative questions:

"Is it a rash?"

"No, I don't think so?"

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"Could it be a burn?"

"Yes! Maybe?… Could you look at it?"

He paused, a slight blush showing on his face. "Can't Kory?"

"She's out for the day and I don't think it would be appreciated asking Dick… I guess, if you're not comfortable, I know Gar would be more than willing—"

Gar? Hell no! "No, I better do it," Damian assured, not wanting Garfield's greedy eyes or hands on his precious Raven.

"Good I'd much rather you do it," she said slowly and grinned. "I mean, look at it."

"Okay…?"

She took his hand and he followed her into her room where she promptly closed the door. He recalled the way she looked at him, it was odd, she seemed a little too excited to have been plagued by a medical mystery. He watched as she sat down on her bed and signaled for him to join her.

"Are you sure this is really appropriate, Raven?"

She rolled her eyes and shook head. "Damian, just get over here."

"Alright," he groaned defensively, and sat on her bed with caution. "So um, where exactly is the burn?"

"Um here," she smiled coyly, and pulled the collar of her button up down from her neck.

Damian took a deep breath and leaned over, peering at the bare space between her fair neck and delicate collar bone. "I don't see anything?"

"You're just not close enough," Raven insisted, and scooted closer to him. "What about now?"

He leaned in a bit closer, catching the soft scent of lavender on her hair. He inhaled deep, the fragrance filling his head with an intoxicating rush. He pressed his lips together and exhaled, and for a moment, he thought he saw her quiver as the heat of his breath rolled over her neck. She turned her head, biting her lip and tucked her black hair behind her ear. Her mere smile ceasing his heart beat.

"I still don't see anything," Damian breathed, his cheeks flushed as Raven rolled her eyes. "You sure there's even anything there?"

"It's there, you just have to look lower, I guess?"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

Raven shrugged, "I'll just unbutton my blouse..."

"What!" he exclaimed, unsure what to think.

Raven warily glared at him, one eyebrow arched in question. “It’s fine, relax,” she dismissed, as he watched her fingers undoing the buttons. “Y’know, most guys would be really into this?” she mumbled.

She looked up at him once the first few came undone and smiled mischievously. His eyes glanced down, trying to avoid her stare, only to focus on her thin fingers and the pale skin peeking out from just beneath the garment.

“There,” she sighed, undoing the last button and pulled the fabric back, revealing the more intimate details of her breasts.

“Whoa,” he gasped without thinking, forgetting himself.

“Is it bad?” Raven said with an odd smile, as if she was trying to hide it, but not quite able to do so.

“Oh—uh, let me see,” he stumbled, trying to pull himself together, once again leaning in, only closer this time, as she claimed her affliction was lower. “Stay still, Raven.”

She could feel his breath heat her skin, fighting the urge to giggle or moan. “...I’m trying...” she hummed nervously, as his words tickled her neck.

He studied her closely, looking just under her clavicle and even further to her breast, but nothing seemed amiss. In fact, her snowy white skin was perfect, everything about her was perfect.

“There’s nothing here, it looks fine,” he finally shrugged at a loss.

“It was there earlier, and still burns?”

“Where?” he frowned in failure.

“Here,” she said, and took his hand only to place it over the curve of her right breast, slipping his fingertips just under the strap of her bra.

His breath caught sharp in his throat as his hand tensed over the warm, gentle plane of her skin. She said nothing as she looked back at him hotly and let her fingers brush over his hand, feeling his touch relax against her.

“I’m beginning to think you don’t have anything wrong with you?”

She shook her head, “Guilty.”

“Then why in the world would you have me look at you like this?”

“Oh Damian,” she sighed slowly, looking at his lips longingly. “You have so much to learn about girls, don’t you?”

Just as the words left her parted lips, the door flew open, Kory standing there, her head turned into the hall, calling something back to Gar.

“I’ll check on Raven, Garfield, thank you.”

Raven darted up and ran into the bathroom, leaving Damian to cover for them. Bad idea.

Kory turned, pausing at the sight of the boy sitting on Raven’s bed still mortified and harshly confused. “Damian, what are you doing here? You know I don’t allow boys and girls to fraternize behind closed doors.”

“That seems very hypocritical of you.”

“Excuse me?”

It was then that Raven came out of the bathroom, wearing a completely different shirt and acted as if nothing happened. “Oh hey Kory?”

“Raven, I was just telling Damian how I DO NOT allow cohabitation.”

“Sorry, I was just helping Damian with his Latin. He’s having trouble getting through the works of Ovid, especially the racer parts.”

This was a total lie, as Damian was actually quite fluid in Latin. However, poor Kory didn’t know the difference between Latin and Pig Latin, nor did she know Ovid from Virgil.

“That’s fine, but do it in a common area not your bedroom with the door closed.”

“I take it you don’t trust us?” Damian said, a bit cross with the alien’s additude.

“Individually yes, together no,” she said, sharply, only she wasn’t looking at Damian, she was looking at Raven, which he found odd. Granted, he found the whole thing odd.

Kory once again reiterated that she did not want to find them alone again, and that they were to get their study materials (of which were fictional) and finish their lesson in the common room.

“We will Kory, sorry,” Raven apologized. “Gar just makes it really hard to concentrate, right Damian?”

He nodded, he had no issue with throwing Logan under the bus whether he was guilty or not. “Yes, he can be quite vexing.”

“Very well then, I’ll send Garfield to his room. You have ten minutes,” Kory said, turning to leave, adding, “and leave the door open.”

“Okay,” Raven replied and turned to Damian, his face filled with dozens of questions. “That was close.”

“No shit,” Damian scowled. “What were you even trying to pull, Roth?”

“You really are clueless aren’t you?”

Damian finally reached her room, realizing now clueless he was. He glanced down at the book in his hands. He’d heard of it, but he’d never read it. He’d taken to reading some of the Gothic Horrors Raven had recommended for him. Oddly enough it was Frankestien’s Monster he felt the most connection to, as the creature (very misunderstood) was not in fact the real monster, no. It was the man who created him. Damian felt for the monster, knowing how it felt to not only be an outsider in a strange world, but created out of impure intentions.

He sighed looking up from the title, the the gothic vampire tales were interesting, but they were very predictable as they alway had three things: Primal thirst, sex and blood.

As Raven once told him, “The tale of the vampire in gothic fiction is a sexual metaphor: There’s the chase, the unyielding desire, the domineering figure, submission, penetration, a fluid exchange and finally, the climax of death.”

“Forget what Gar said, now that was hot,” Damian admitted to no one, and finally knocked on her door. “Hey Raven it’s me?” He waited a moment until she pulled open her door and Damian explained the need for his intrusion. “You forgot your book.”

“Took you long enough,” she replied, gripping him in by the collar of his hoodie and planting a long awaited, and victorious kiss on his lips.

The hero froze at first, not expecting the embrace, but soon let himself melt into her warmth and give into her charms. As it was now clear he had her heart all along.

“Sorry it took me so long,” he whispered against her lips. “I really am clueless.”

“It’s okay, it was kinda cute,” she grinned. “Plus I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me,” she hummed low and placed her hand on his belt.

Damian blushed as he felt her finger tips curl between the leather and his bare skin. “I’m going out on a limb here, and with my track record it is very possible I’m reading this wrong, but are you saying what I think you are?”

A kittenish grin stretched across her face. “You tell me? Ball’s in your court, Bird Boy.”

He took her face in his hand, letting his thumb run over her lips as they parted and kissed her. He felt her sigh against his mouth and softly brushed the tip of his tongue over hers.

“Get in here, Boy wonder,” she giggled, biting his bottom lip hungrily.

“Didn’t Kory specifically instruct us that we’re not allowed—”

“Damian, do you wanna punch your V-card or what?” she droned in near annoyance.

He paused staring at her hard, as every ounce of blood in his body suddenly rushed downward. “If we get caught I’ll just say the movie gave me the wrong idea.”

“You do realize they wait until marriage, right?”

“Don’t give me a reason to second guess myself, Roth.”

“I think you’re a little too far gone to be second guessing anything,” she teased feeling the growing tension press against her and pulled him into her room, closing the door behind them.

(And that’s all you get for free! But don’t worry I’ll make it up to you at a later date, I have one hell of treat for you guys coming down the pipeline. ;D Ps sorry for being A TROLL.)

The movie had finally come to an end though it had ended well over an hour ago. The two remaining Titans had fallen asleep as well as Kory, who had yet to make it to the end of a single film. Dick finally rose from the couch, waking up by the horrific sound of Gar’s snoring. He scoffed, the sound more than his nerves could bear, like a hug choking it’s slop, and tried to shake Kory awake. But if there was one thing he’d learned about the Alien, it is that she slept deeply and little more than a meteor destroying the earth could wake her.

After a few minutes he finally gave up and realized, his suffering had been all for naught. He groaned, in disappointment, not even bothering to wake the sleeping boys.

“Not my problem,” he yawned and made his way down the hall in a sleepy stupor.

(Fine, I'll give you something…) Meanwhile:

The demon birds, still lay in bed, their arms tangled around each other, finally catching their breath. The first attempt was a bit of a fumbling failure as first times usually are, but luckily for Raven, Damian wasn’t a quitter.

“Better?” he breathed, his chest falling heavy beneath the heat of her palm.

“Way better, yeah,” she smiled up, feeling his fingers stroke her hair calmly.

Damian smiled wide, pretty pleased with himself.

“So, totally worth it?” Raven asked, sliding up to meet him.

He nodded. “Very.”

He drew her into a passionate kiss and tangled his finger through the back of her hair. He could feel her fingernails rake down his jaw, drinking him in. She chose him as her first; he just hoped he’d also be her last.

They finally broke after a long moment, rural green looking deep into dark violet pools of mystery and wonder. Until finally she spoke.

“So I guess this is the part where we never speak to each other again?”

The bliss on Damian's expression completely dissolved and a worrisome scowl creased deep in his face. “What?”

Her face remained stone cold and emotionless, until a smirk finally broke. “I’m just just fucking with you” she chuckled and playfully kissed him again.

“That’s not funny,” he groaned with relief.

“I’ll admit, it was shitty of me, but the look on your face was priceless,” she laughed and pushed herself up right to her knees. “But for real, you gotta go before Kory finds us.”

He nodded and finally rose from the bed to gather his clothes. He glanced over as Raven and slipped on a blue robe and tied it around the lustful curves of her body, only now he knew them intimately, and she knew him. Now it almost hurt to let her go.

“So are we like together now?”

She looked over at him and smiled coyly. “Do you wanna be?”

He blushed, the answer was a resounding yes, but to outright say it, he feared would make him seem desperate. Vulnerability was not at all a face he wore well. Though the thought of never touching her again... that left him scared.

“If that’s what you want…”

“Then ask me?”

He smiled foolishly, he didn’t really know how to word it. Then he recalled something his father said: “Actions, not words.”

He pulled her in once again, kissing her with as much passion and heat as he could give her. He felt her gasp as his hands slipped under her robe and indulged himself a minute, letting his hands drift across her newly discovered places.

“I think we should hold off on round 3,” she giggled and gently pushed him away. “We’d just be pushing our luck.”

He nodded and smiled. “So is that a yes?”

Her smile widened and glanced away, trying to contain her giddiness. “I thought it kinda went without saying, but I know how traditional you can be, so yes, we’re together.”

She watched as his face beamed, his heart full; she’d never seen him so happy. They shared one final kiss before Damian finally took his leave, bidding her goodnight.

He slowly let go of her hand and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him. But the rare smile on his face was short lived as his eyes met those of his shocked older brother.

Damian froze, trying not to look guilty, but his eyes and dissolved appearance said everything.

“Did you uh, return Raven’s book?”

Damian only nodded, eyes wide, face dripping with mortification.

“Okay… did you guys uh… use a book cover?”

“A what?” Damian asked cautiously.

“Y’know, a book cover?,” Dick repeated, “To protect the book?”

“Oh yes,” Damian nodded, his face evermore red.

“Okay then,” Dick nodded, “good for you,” he added and punched his arm.

“Wait you’re not mad?”

“No,” Dick chuckled, “If I’m being honest, my first time was in the tower too and I was about your age.”

“Is that why Kory’s so strict about fraternizing behind closed doors?”

“In short, yes,” Dick confirmed sheepishly. “But just know, if you two get caught, I saw nothing. Got it, I’ll deny everything.”

Damian nodded awkwardly. “Did you two ever get caught?”

“What do you think?”

Damian pressed his lips together and shrugged. “Well then um... thanks for your understanding. I appreciate you being so calm about this.”

“It is what it is,” Dick sighed, “but if you need to talk or y’know, have questions, you can always ask me…”

“I’m not gonna do that, but thank you,” Damian grimaced.

“No problem...”

“I’m gonna go to bed now.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to your moment of glory,” Dick teased, and tousled the young hero’s hair. “Our little Dami’s all grown up.”

“Cut the shit, Grayson,” Damian growled, and swatted the elder hero away.

“Sorry, I’m realizing you're not a little kid anymore,” Dick sighed reminiscently, recalling his socially ignorant demeanor, bratty attitude, and pretentious sense of entitlement.

“You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope,” Dick chuckled, “Night!”

“Goddnight,” Damian grimaced, and headed to his room at last, his mind wandering back to Raven’s warm embrace, still bewildered by it all: The rush, the sensation, the taste, and the sound of his name as it rolled off her in a hot breath. Yet more than anything it was that deeper connection.

He finally entered the safy of his room and closed the door, leaning back on it as he caught his breath for the first time. A shit eating grin stretched across his face: He got the girl, the glory and something more—he was in love.

“Maybe movie night isn’t so bad after all?”

(For real though that Movie is pretty bad)

Fin

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sevlgi · 4 years ago

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patient

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: hwasa x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: tattoo artist!hwasa, flustered!reader [15/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: It’s hard for you to be patient about your next tattoo session when your artist is so damn gorgeous.

a/n: um??? I love tattoo aus???? also don’t come at me for the name, I’m not creative

word count: 1.9k

“Elegant Chaos.”

You test the name out on your tongue, staring up at the slightly grimy neon sign of the shop. The entire front is one-way glass, so all you can see is your own reflection and the ones of the people bustling around you.

Before you can make up a decision to open the door to the store or not, someone else does; a pretty brunette woman steps out and smiles at you, crazy beautiful with full lips and crescent-eyes. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah.” You show her the printed-out address your friend sent you and step a bit closer. “Is this a tattoo shop? I searched the address up but nothing resulted, I was referred by a friend.”

She barely takes a glance at the address before flashing another bright grin. “Oh, yep! This is our tattoo shop, we opened a couple months ago. It’s weird that we’re still not showing up, but oh, well. Want to come in?”

You barely register her quick words but step into the shop after her, the smell of rubbing alcohol, paper, and perfume vaguely stinging your nose. “I’m Solar, the receptionist,” she introduces, walking behind what you presume to be her desk. Out front, some teenagers talk quietly, a tall, dark-haired boy with a sleeve sipping at a banana milk.

“Cool. Uh, I’m Y/N. I don’t have an appointment, is that okay?”

Solar nods, tapping at her phone. “Sure. Jungkook over there is just waiting for Byul to finish her other client, and Wheein is prepping to pierce the kids. Hwasa’s our best artist, anyway, does that sound good?”

Her question startles you from staring at the intricate sketches taped all over the walls, the same 3 signatures stamped everywhere. “What?”

She laughs, though it’s not rude. “We have one artist left, Hwasa, but since you’re referred, you probably don’t have someone in mind, right? You can go to see her now, she’s free.”

“Great. Do I just...?” At Solar’s nod, you walk past her and into the back. The studio’s quite small, to be honest; there are 4 stations, two of them occupied. One of them, who you guess is Byul, is tattooing an elderly man, her sleeves rolled up to reveal the art on her bicep.

The second, probably Wheein, is wiping down her tools, and she’s the first to notice you. “Hi!” she grins, turning the music blasting from the radio down with her ungloved hand. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Solar mentioned that I should come find Hwasa,” you explain, eyes widening at the complicated art being tattooed on the elderly man. “Are you...?”

“No, I’m Wheein.” Ah, so you were right. “This is Byul, she’s a bit preoccupied,” Wheein smiles, dimples poking into her cheeks. “I’ll get Hye- sorry, Hwasa for you.”

She hurries out to the back, and you can hear talking through the open door, before she comes back, the woman you presume to be Hwasa behind her.

Instantly, you’re starstruck; she’s stunning in a way that’s completely unique, long dark hair and tanned skin contrasting beautifully. The only makeup she wears is a bold red lipstick, her tank top showing the delicate tattoos she has. “Hey, I’m Hwasa,” she greets, sticking her hand out. Her nails are long, too.

“Y/N.” You accept the handshake, trying not to stare. “Uh, Solar said you were free for a consultation?”

“Yeah.” She sits at one of the free stations, clearing the things scattered on the table. “So, what’re you looking for? Do you already have a design chosen or am I freehanding?”

You fumble in your bag for a piece of paper, sliding it over to Hwasa. “Um, this is just something my friend drew up for me. I want it pretty small, on my forearm.”

The dark-haired woman shrugs, unfolding the paper. “I could do that. Is this your first tattoo?”

Nodding, you watch as Hwasa taps her long, red-painted nails on the desk. “Okay. Is this part of a sleeve or by itself?”

“Uh, how long would each one take?” To be honest, you have no idea why you said that; you didn’t consider a sleeve at all, though you considered multiple tattoos or a large one. There’s just something about the other woman that makes it impossible for you to think.

She considers the question before answering, “Depends on the size and how many small ones you want to work in for the sleeve, but I’d recommend a separate session for each small square, so maybe 8 or 10. I’ll be done with this in less than 30 minutes, though, if it’s just the one.”

To be honest, the only thing causing you to consider a sleeve is getting to see Hwasa again, and you curse your own attraction to her when you blurt, “Maybe a sleeve? I have to think about the other ones I want to work in, though.”

“Okay. I can just do the one today, and we can schedule another day for you to come in and design the whole thing,” she offers, picking the sketch up. “I’ll go make this into a stencil, then.”

“Sure.”

When she takes the sketch and walks to the back room, you slump down in the chair and pivot to look at the others. You quickly realize how long you were talking with Hwasa; Byul is already working on the coconut-haired boy, and Wheein is already done with the teenagers.

She seems to be the outgoing type, and waves at you while sanitizing her needles and packing her kit up again. “So, how did it go? Are you going to start today?”

“I am, yep. You’re already done with the kids?”

Wheein nods, placing the studs back into their cases. “Yep. They just wanted more lobe piercings, it’s really easy. I’m a tattoo artist, too, but I think the kids like me more. Except for Jungkook over here, they think Byul’s intimidating.”

“I’m not!” the other woman protests, hands still steady as she works on the boy. Her voice is deeper than you’d expect. “You literally call me a hamster.”

Flapping a hand, Wheein flashes you her dimples again. “So, what do you think of Hwasa?”

“Huh?” you blink, brain basically short-circuiting. “Uh, she’s a good artist? I saw some of her sketches, yours too; you’re all really talented.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Wait, you’re not straight, are you?” she narrows her eyes at you, scanning you from head to toe. “Maybe my sense is broken, I didn’t peg you for a...”

“I’m not. Straight. I’m a lesbian.” Your cheeks burn to say it aloud, though nobody really reacts, not even Jungkook. “Are you?”

Wheein shrugs, “I mean, I’m attracted to women. All 4 of us are- Hyejin, Byul, Yongsun. Solar, to you. And we make sure everyone who comes in is accepting, we won’t serve bigots.”

For whatever reason, you’re almost relieved to hear that Hwasa’s also attracted to women in some sense, even though it doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s attracted to you. “Oh. That’s cool.”

“Yeah. So, is it just one tattoo or a sleeve?” Her knowing smile puts you off a bit; how did she figure it out? “A lot of girls who come in here change their original idea because of Hyejin-ah. You’re obviously attracted to her, to, so it’s no surprise.”

“Is it really that obvious?” you groan, surprising yourself with how open you’re being about it. “Do you think she knows?”

“Probably,” Wheein giggles, nodding when Solar pokes her head in the studio to tell her something. “Anyway. I’ve got to go, good luck!”

She waves as she leaves, the only noise left in the studio being the quiet music and Jungkook’s quiet talking. He seems just as awkward as you are, lifting his free hand in a half wave.

You’re saved by Hwasa returning with a stencil. “Here. Does that look good?”

She’s modified the original design just the tiniest bit, making the lines a little bit darker and the shading simpler, and it looks... “Perfect.” You grin, a weight on your chest lifted by your conversation with Wheein. “Should we start?”

“Sure.” She brings you over to one of the actual tattoo stations, the seat already smelling sanitized. You can barely listen as she explains what the process will be like- cleaning, the actual tattooing, pain; you finally come to when she asks, “Are you ready?”

“I... yeah. I am.”

It’s quiet until the buzzing of the tattoo gun brings you to life, the tiniest bit of fear sour on your tongue. Hwasa looks concentrated as she peels the stencil off, not exactly reassuring, either. “So. Is there a meaning behind this?”

“Uh, not really. Are there meanings behind yours?” You gasp when the needle first touches your skin, the cold wipe taking off excess ink.

“I have some matching tattoos with Wheein,” Hwasa explains, smiling at the mention of the other girl. “Uh, one is Maria, my Christian name. Wheein has more, but all of us have some kind of meaning behind ours. It’s not bad to have no meaning, though.”

You wince as she continues with the linework, slowly getting used to the pain. “Are you and Wheein...”

She looks up, raising an eyebrow. “Together? No, we’re best friends. I haven’t been with someone in a few years.”

“What’s stopping you?”

Hwasa laughs, wiping your arm once again. “Nothing, I guess. I’m just patient enough to wait for the right person.”

“Patient. Right.”

Conversation flows smoothly, mostly light topics. You learn each other’s ages, and you’re told to call Hwasa ‘Hyejin’ instead. You learn when she got her first tattoo, and when she learned to tattoo others. The more you talk, the more drawn in you are, fascinated by her every word.

The half an hour is over far too fast. “Done,” she announces, smiling as she turns off her gun. “Take a look.”

It looks gorgeous, as expected, though Hwasa plays off your barrage of compliments. “Uh, should I pay now?”

She shrugs, placing saran wrap over your arm. “We’ll go talk with Solar about that, she’s better with pricing than I am. But it probably won’t be much.”

“What? Why?” you frown, examining the tattoo. Usually, discounts only happen when something goes wrong, or you have a coupon. You’re pretty sure neither of those things apply.

Hwasa pauses, turning to send you a small smirk. “Well, the cute ones usually pay less.”

Your heart practically stops, though you force yourself to walk to the front with her. “Besides, you’re probably coming back again soon, right?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I think so. When will that be? The next session, I mean.”

She frowns, tapping at the tablet Solar hands her. “You can come in as soon as you’re free to design it, if you want, but you have to wait a bit for the next session, especially if you’re doing the things close together. If you want, I can give you my number.”

At your stricken expression, Hwasa’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “So you can send me ideas, for the sleeve.”

“Ah, of course.” Your cheeks burn as you take out your cash, counting out a surprisingly small amount. “That sounds good. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, then.”

“I guess so. Call me, Y/N,” she smiles, handing your phone back with a new contact in.

Being patient is going to be so damn hard.

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trixicbean · 4 years ago

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little miss perfect

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Kara was singing because of course, she was. Lena could hear her from outside the apartment. She smiled and pushed the door open to see Kara writing and singing as she did. Lena didn’t recognise the song though. She listened carefully to the lyrics.

I was adopted when I was two

My parents spoiled me rotten

Relatable. She scoffed at her thought, going over and pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek before she continued with her after work routine as Kara carried on singing.

Often I ask myself, "What did I do?"

To get as far as I've gotten

She almost laughed to herself. She had heard about ten seconds of the song and it was basically describing her. It was ten seconds. She shouldn’t assume.

A pretty girl walks by my locker

My heart gives a flutter

But I don't dare utter a word

'Cause that would be absurd behaviour

For little miss perfect

Maybe, she should assume. It made Lena think of Andrea and Veronica and Madison and Emily and Alyssa and Kayla and Chloe and Olivia. Okay, now she was just thinking of the school’s cheerleading squad, and maybe some of the girls’ lacrosse team. She wondered what Mackenzie was doing now, for a second, before she shook all her thoughts away and went to change out of her uncomfortable work clothing.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

No, I can't risk falling off my throne

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Lena listened to Kara as she kept singing. A song can’t just dictate her whole overarching thought process from the ages of eleven to sixteen, when she finally got out of the hell that was high school, that was just weird and mean. This song was weird.

Love is something I don't even know

Straight hair, straight A's, straight forward, straight girl

Lena almost choked. This was too accurate. It shouldn’t be so accurate. In her defence, she had the straight hair and straight A’s (with a 4.0 GPA) and her life was supposedly straight forward and she had to be straight at the time. Her mother needed her to be little miss perfect. Get valedictorian, get a university degree, get a doctorate, work at LuthorCorp, find a guy, get married, have kids. Straight path, easy. She had one job, be the top of everything. Just keep winning. She couldn’t win as a lesbian. So yeah, she denied it. That was normal. The song didn’t need to call her out so much.

Little miss perfect

That's me

One night, my friend stayed over

We laughed, and drink and order

Lex got her the alcohol and who doesn’t order pizza at a sleepover. It was normal to have sleepovers with your friends. Okay, Lena didn’t have them often and she had begged Lillian for weeks to have one.

Something about her drew me in

She was her best friend. Everyone is just close to their best friend at the time. This song was too close to her life.

What? It's totally platonic

Just because her current thought process is following her old one doesn’t mean anything. Mackenzie never liked her like that. She told Lena that to be exact. Lena sighed and pulled on Kara’s hoodie and went back to the kitchen to make some food. Kara was still intently focused on the article, her headphones in. The song went on.

That night was so exciting

Her smirks were so enticing

Hours speed by like seconds

It was the first sleepover she was allowed. Of course, it was exciting. And Mackenzie just had a signature smirk, everyone in the school knew about it. She would talk about it with Andrea all the time. Then again, Andrea was entirely heterosexual either. Also the understatement of the year considering that time in Italy where Andrea had her head…

“Fuck,” Lena muttered as the pan she was holding clattered to the floor.

“Lee,” Kara stopped singing and pulled her headphones out, speeding over so she was next to her, “Are you okay?” she asked, panicked, picking up the pan.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Lena swallowed, trying to act casual and non-chalant, “Go back to your writing, I don’t want you to lose your flow,” Lena pressed a quick kiss to Kara’s lips before shooing her off.

“Okay,” Kara dragged out the final syllable, walking slowly back to the table and her laptop, eyeing Lena suspiciously. Kara didn’t start singing again for a couple of seconds, it sounded like she’d skipped part of the song but the lyrics just became even more of a personal attack on Lena’s useless lesbianism.

She takes a sip, I bite my lip

Lip biting is considered by some to be a nervous tick. Her mother was scary, she was constantly nervous in the mansion.

She tells a joke, I nearly choke

Lena was drinking at the time. It is common knowledge when you try to laugh and drink at the same time you choke and she was drunk. Drunk Lena is giggly as Kara liked to regularly remind her.

She braids my hair, I sit there

Blacking out for the first time

That never happened, at least that never happened.

She did brush her hair though. No. Lena pushed the thought away. She wasn’t going to relate to a song about repressed useless lesbianism. That would make Alex too right and Alex being right was not fun.

Next thing I know, I lose control

I finally kiss her, but oh no

Shit. Now, that did happen. In her defence. She had no defence. She leaned against the countertop and let her head fall into her hands and groaned. Why? Why? Why? It was like all the high school regrets of fifteen-year-old Lena flooding back.

I see a face in my window

It was Lex at the door.

Then my brain starts to go

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

No, you can't risk falling off your throne

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Love is something you don't even know

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

You can't risk falling off your throne

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Love

You don't even know

Her thought process was not that. It was:

No. No. No. That kiss was good. No. No. No. Lillian would kill her. No. No. No. She was going to be kicked out. No. No. No. Rumours would destroy her bid for student council head. No. Was she gay? No. She had a boyfriend. She was meant to win prom King and Queen with him. Lillian wanted her to. Fuck. Fuck.

That was her thought process. Not completely accurate.

Why did Lena even care? It was just a song albeit an annoyingly accurate song and her brain worked on overdrive all the time. She was going to have to think about this.

Rewind, induce amnesia

Deny the truth, that's easier

In all fairness, she couldn’t be a lesbian then. It would destroy her. She didn’t deny it. She just made an executive decision to be a lesbian later. Maybe, she didn’t let herself be a lesbian till a lot later than fifteen-year-old Lena intended. Maybe, she did actually. Andrea. That definitely passed the point of close friends after Italy.

You're just confused, believe her

She said Lena was drunk and disorientated, actually.

When she says there's nothing there

It's never worth it

When you're little miss perfect

It wasn’t worth it.

Kara stopped singing and she looked like she was about to start the next one. Lena needed to know more.

“Darling?” she called out quietly, knowing how much her girlfriend hates loud noise.

“Yes,” Kara spun around with a huge smile.

“What’s that song you just sang called?” she asked as she stopped chopping the carrots.

“Little Miss Perfect,” Kara shrugged, “Why?”.

“No reason,” Lena smiled, she was failing at this be casual thing.

“Are you okay?” Kara asked suspiciously.

“Completely fine,” Lena shrugged as she started chopping the carrots again. She paused for a second, “How do you feel about me telling Lillian that we’re dating?”. Kara almost fell out of her chair.

“What?” she asked.

“Well, apparently on this Earth she’s not in prison yet and I want to tell her we’re dating,”.

“She’s working with Lex,” Kara laughed.

“It may induce a heart attack,” Lena shrugged.

“Okay,” Kara laughed, “Whatever you want,”.

“Okay,” Lena breathed and an idea popped into her head. “What if when you save me from the liar in the grand master plan you still hate, you kiss me. I think that may be more effective in inducing the heart attack,”.

“That plan isn’t going ahead!” Kara argued, almost offended by Lena’s suggestion it was. Lena gave her the look of disbelief, one raised eyebrow and her head turned slightly to the side.

“I was going to kiss you anyway,” Kara mumbled and Lena found herself bursting out in laughter.

“I would have been mad if you didn’t,” she smiled, “You would have had to make it up to me with even more kisses,”.

There was a gust of wind and Kara was behind her, “How many?” was whispered into her ear and Lena dropped the knife she was holding as Kara’s arm wrapped around her waist and a kiss was placed just under her ear.

“I’d have to see,” Lena shrugged and Kara spun her around so she faced her girlfriend.

“Tell me when I achieve enough kisses,” Kara smiled, lifting Lena onto the counter.

“I’m not mad at you,” Lena whispered against her lips.

Kara pouted and pulled away with a grumpy look, “Let me kiss you,” she complained.

“If I really have to,” Lena teased with a huge smile, wrapping her legs around Kara’s waist to pull her closer and meeting her lips in a kiss.

#kara danvers #lena luthor #lena x kara #kara x lena #supercorp #supercorp fic #supergirl #katie mcgrath #kashy mcgra #melissa benoist #sgcw #fanfic #avery writes

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feeling--pink · 4 years ago

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Hello and welcome to I redid my age up designs because I wanted to and so I did!!!!!!!!!! :D

uhhhhhhhhh explanations under the cut as per usual!!! :D

Officially speaking: shoot I figured out what I forgot

Okay so whenever I’m drawing I always forget SOMETHING right? That’s just a thing people deal with??

Anyways I forgot the FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS (except for Huey)

It’s very important that they all have friendship bracelets but I drew this over such a long period of time that I completely forgot to give it to people where it would be visible (i.e. Dewey, Boyd, kinda Lena)

It was almost important enough for me to go back but oh my gosh these pictures literally took an hour and I'm not doing that again very sorry

just: they’re there!!!!!! I promise!!!! Its just.... invisible.....

skdhjfgk okay sorry onto the actual thing

In order of left to right also known as height order!

Huey

I didn't change much from my first time doing this!

Basically I gave him a dress shirt and a sweater vest :D

The key difference this time is that last time I made the undershirt red and the sweater vest burgundy!

This time I made the undershirt pink!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Y’all that pink Huey trend from a little while ago was my life force

I hecking love the color pink so much

Anyways!! Moving on: he’s the shortest lol

As I have said before “Older Sibling Culture is being shorter than your younger siblings (I would know)”

But!!! I do love the concept fo Tall and Stronk Huey so he is actually very strong!!!

Instead he’s Short and Stronk!!!!!

Webby and Boyd are the only one’s physically stronger than him but that’s because of spy training and literally being a robot (respectively)

But yes!!! Huey in a sweater vest and also very strong are important concepts so I did that here!!!!!

(hmmn.... sweater vest,, nerd,,, weirdly strong,,,,,,, oh no I turned Huey into Chidi Anagonye klsdfjhgkakjahs)

Webby

y’all I messed up so much on this one

literally so many times

since you’re reading this I'll let you in on a secret

that may not be that secret ksdjfhlkds

Anyways if you look closely at Webby you’ll probably see some weirdly placed lines

specifically around her face, shirt, hand, etc.

basically I messed up enough that I thinned the paper significantly from erasing (multiple, separate times)

so I had so go in and paste another layer of paper over the thinned layer kjjdkahfgs

But enough about me messing up!! what’s with this outfit?

This one’s mostly about Vibes

I wanted to give off a femme lesbian vibe but still keep that formality we see in Webby’s regular outfit!

Hopefully I achieved that!!!

This is one of the outfits I resigned completely from last time btw

The old one was fine but looks kinda weird to me now so this!!!

Oh yeah and I love long hair Webby a lot!!! So I included that!!!!

Louie

Louie is probably the one I changed the most about that still resembles the original design

Both times I gave him a button up for an undershirt

this is ‘cause I see y’all giving him suit jackets for when he’s an adult and he needs a middle stage before that

skdfjs- a middle evolution if you will jkadfhgkjhsfdka

But instead of a slip on hoodie over that I went with a zip up jacket because that’s just more practical y’know?

Also cheek tufts!!!!!

I had them last time too but I love seeing adult louie with full cheek tufts so middle evolution effect comes into play again!!!

He and Webby are pretty much the same height right now btw

If you want to get technical about it Louie’s about a millimeter taller though!

I think that’s all I have for him though!

Gosalyn

Okay so I barely changed anything from last time for Gosalyn

Mr reasoning behind her outfit is mostly that I wanted a flannel gay and Gos was the obvious choice for that

and I liked that decision so I kept with it!!!

Main differences this time include: hair and shoes

So for the original hair I wanted to give her the “bisexual haircut” and I do like Gos with short hair so I kept that!

But I was having a hard time figuring out how to draw her regular bang situation so I went with a totally different style instead!

But I have sense learned how to draw her hair from the show so I incorporated that instead!

In the original I also had her wearing shoes! I changed that this time because I forgot to give her shoes until it was too late! jksdafhg

Yeah this happens often kdsjhvfkajl (mostly with Lena)

Lena

Oh boy where to begin!

In the original my one and only goal was to make Lena look like as much of a Lesbian as possible

And I achieved that much!!!!!!

But in doing so I neglected to make it look like Lena

I mean well it looked like her but it didn’t give off her complete vibe y’know?

So instead of a Hawaiian shirt gay I made her a leather jacket gay!!! Much more Lena in my opinion! :D

I based her hair off of my interpretation of her Phantom and the Sorceress hair! (I know it looks nothing like it but thats how I draw it so???)

In the original I made her hair fade from pink to blue as well and I liked that so I kept it!!

Then I kept the blue button up undershirt!!

I thought about giving it pinstripes but I don't have a thin enough pen or pencil to pull that off so I didn't :P

Hint of her old green shoes coming from the sock color!

And then finally: stompy boots

Just to tie it all together! :D

Dewey

This man is LANKY!!!!!!!!!!

sorry I don't make the rules

Well technically I do sense I drew the thing- but thats unimportant!!!!

Dewey gets to be tall to annoy his brothers but in return he is LANKY tall

Otherwise I largely followed my original design!!

All my reasons for the original were solely based off of ✨Vibes✨

I did change a few things though!

For example: last time I gave him a 3/4 sleeve short and this time I just made them regular short sleeves

Last time I meant to give him shoes but I forgot so this time I didn't forget!! :D

Also cool socks!!

Oh and I added fingerless gloves!!!!!!!!

This is once again based solely on ✨Vibes✨

I can’t put a lot of my reasons into words but I personally think I captured the theater kid meets aspiring pilot meets best friend to super hero’s sidekicks meets adventurer vibe pretty well!!

Boyd

!! Okay I’m excited to get into this one!

In my original Boyd was the shortest because technically he can pick his own height being a robot and all

BUT for that same reason I made him tall because: he wants to be tall like Gyro

The idea that Boyd wants to be tall like Gyro is literally so cute yall

I also based his outfit largely off of Gyros!!!

That is: dress shirt, vest, bowtie, pants

But in Boyd’s color scheme! :D

I’m still working out how to Not to make Boyd look like a popcorn bucket but that’s a problem for another day!

Violet

To start off: literally nothing was changed from the original

akjfdsghkskhal I’m serious no color changes, no outfit elements, nothing

I liked the original one a lot so I just kept it and redid it for this!!

My inspiration for the original was as follows: ✨Librarian Vibes✨

And I think I achieved that with the original so I hope I achieved it here as well!!

Also Violet is TALL

She’s the tallest now and will continue to be the tallest!!!

I mean just LOOK at her dads!!!! They’re SUPER tall!!

So therefore she gets to be tall too!!!!!!!!!

And I think that’s it!! Thank you so much for reading if you got this far!!!!!!!!! :D

Have a nice day folks! :D

#huey duck #webby vanderquack #louie duck #gosalyn mallard #lena sabrewing #dewey duck #boyd gearloose #violet sabrewing #my art stuff #age up designs #uhhhhh idk what to say down here I kinda covered it all in the keep reading section #hope everyones having a nice day btw! :)

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cosmic-affinities · 4 years ago

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His Best Shot (Of Espresso)

Read it on AO3 Here

Summary: Taking the morning shift was the best decision Katsuki ever made, he could survive the early hours and bitchy customers if it meant Izuku went to him for his morning coffee. Now all he has to do is keep him coming back.

The obligatory coffee shop AU combined with the also obligatory college/university AU! A gift for the lovely QueenBoudicatheGreat ( @lesbian-deku) for the BKDK New Year’s Exchange!

Notes: I had so much fun writing this! It was my first venture into the coffee shop trope so I hope I did it justice! A big thanks to @ElleBakugou on Twitter for being my beta, along with @we_stanjirou (SapphicFlower on AO3!)

(Queen, I hope you don't mind that I waited so long to post! It's still technically the first for me and I was trying to make it perfect!)

It was a weird circumstance. Usually, the customer felt more out of place when getting coffee. But whoever this person was they definitely knew the place.

The man with the green hair walked in with a bright smile, much too happy for someone walking into a college coffee shop at seven am. He quickly waved at the two people making coffee as he made his way to the counter.

“Good morning!”

Katsuki had to force down an eye roll, he hadn’t even looked up yet and this customer was already way too excited.

“Yeah, what can I get started for you?”

As he finally looked up he momentarily paused. Wow whoever the fuck this was, they were cute.

“Hmm, what do you recommend?”

Usually, Katsuki hated that question, but coming from this stranger he couldn’t help what came out of his mouth next.

“This morning shitty hair back there made some almond peppermint iced coffee, I bet I can get him to make another.” He surprised himself, why was he telling a random customer that his idiot best friend makes random shit up and forces him to drink it?

The man, clearly amused, had tilted his head to the side for a moment before speaking up.

“Kirishima? He does seem like someone who would come up with that!”

“Yeah he’s always coming up with some gross ass shit and forces me and dunce face to drink it, today he got lucky.”

“You sure have some funny nicknames for Kirishima and Kaminari. Either way! If you think it won’t be a hassle to make it again, I’d love to try the almond peppermint iced coffee!”

“Pft, they’ve made much more complicated things for way more shitty people, don’t sweat it, nerd.”

The man laughed lightly.

“What makes you think I’m a nerd?”

“You just have that nerd vibe, plus who else willingly takes morning classes in the summer, other than nerds.”

The now deemed ‘nerd’ looked confused for a moment before he realized he had his school books sticking out of his bag.

“I guess that’s fair! At least the summer classes are almost over!”

“Yeah, and I bet you have morning classes in the fall too.” Katsuki countered, with an eyebrow raise.

The man blushed lightly, letting Katsuki know that he was in fact right.

“It’s only one class in the morning! It's 8 am on Friday! Really not that bad!”

Katsuki was going to counter but he realized he had a similar class, so he decided to keep his mouth shut.

“Either way you’re still a nerd but I can’t put that on a cup, so I need a name.”

“Oh! Izuku, Izuku Midoriya.”

“I’ll make sure shitty hair works fast, should be ready soon.”

“Wait! How much is it?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Katsuki shot the man, Izuku now, a wink and quickly turned, immediately regretting it. He never did that, he never winked or gave out drinks for free. Damn it this nerd was going to be the end of him.

Izuku was left blushing at the counter suddenly very grateful for the hell he went through this summer for his morning class.

“Oi! Shitty hair! Make another one of those iced coffees you made this morning for the nerd!”

Kirishima furrowed his brow for a moment before responding.

“Oh! Midoriya! You’re gonna love this!”

Katsuki was determined to redeem himself, he couldn’t leave it at a wink, he was better than that!

“Even your name is nerdy. The first half of it can be read as Deku!”

Izuku blushed at the nickname, why couldn’t the hot guy be an asshole! That would make it so much easier not to like him.

“Well if I’m Deku then you’re- Kacchan!” He looked triumphant, only making him even more adorable.

“What the fuck is a Kacchan?”

“You! You are Kacchan!”

“And you are a fucking nerd, Deku.”

“Don’t think I didn’t spot the All Might pin next to your name tag! You’re secretly a nerd too, Kacchan!”

Katsuki blushed at the call out, what can he say? All Might was the single greatest superhero to ever be written!

“Hey, Midoriya! Here’s that coffee! You gotta tell us if you like it, Kirishima swears it’s his best one yet!”

“For sure Kaminari! I’ll see you guys tomorrow! Bye Kacchan!” Izuku left after raising an eyebrow at Katsuki, almost daring him to counter.

Once the bell on top of the door dinged, signaling that Izuku had left, both Kaminari and Kirishima moved in like sharks on prey.

“So what was that all about, Kacchan?” Kaminari always seemed ready to provoke the beast.

“Don’t fucking call me that dunce face. I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Really? So you just give everyone free drinks and cutesy nicknames? I noticed a distinct lack of insult to Deku, no shitty, no dunce.” Kirishima was right there with him.

“Well maybe if you two shit heads would mind your own business you wouldn't have even heard Deku!”

Kirishima and Kaminari shared a look, even if he wouldn’t admit it Katsuki knew they were onto him.

“Wait, hold the fuck up. How do you guys know the cute nerd anyway? He knew your names and everything. I barely know your fucking names.” Katsuki was quick to change the subject.

“Oh he’s a cute nerd now, is he? That’s Midoriya, he comes in all the time. Almost every morning. He’s one of the only people who pay more than two seconds of attention to us so I guess Kami and I became friends with him.” Kaminari nodded along with Kirishima’s words.

“And why haven’t you mentioned him before? You both go around calling us best friends and yet you don’t tell me these things, that's why I call you my shit heads.”

“Uh, we have mentioned him. Midoriya was the one we were talking about like two weeks ago, he got a few extra tickets to Jirou’s show at that bar on main and gave them to us! He’s the one that introduced me to Shinsou, the drummer, at the concert? How do you not remember this?” Kaminari was sure Katsuki didn’t flat out ignore them every time they talked.

“That was him?! Why haven’t I met him? Ever since you two started getting lovey-dovey with Half and Half and the drummer you have been on my shit to get out there!”

“Hey! We aren’t lovey-dovey!” “Todoroki and I are just friends!” The pair spoke at the same time, trying to deny Katsuki’s accurate description.

“Yeah, just friends how I want to be Just Friends with Deku! Don’t try and argue with that lovey-dovey shit, I saw the heart you drew on his cup Dunce Face.” Katsuki leveled them with a challenging glare, daring them to contradict him.

“Okay fine! Maybe I drew a heart on his cup, and maybe Kirishima is lying to himself about Todoroki just a little, but what does that have to do with Midoriya?”

“It has everything to do with him! You know what screw it, I’m keeping the morning shift when the fall semester starts. If he comes in here all the time I am going to see him.”

The three abruptly ended their conversation as a customer walked in, letting their customer service personality take over for the rest of the day.

Izuku had to rush to his class, he really spent too much time at Heights Alliance this morning. He couldn’t help it! The hot blonde was super nice to him! He even got away with calling him Kacchan!

Professor Yamada called him out on his daydreaming after class ended, luckily he wasn’t behind in Lit Interpretation class. Less lucky was the comment about young love that followed.

The next morning Katsuki insisted on being at the register, an uncommon occurrence for the brash blonde, he tended to keep himself in the back if he could help it.

Kirishima and Kaminari simply shared a look and resigned themselves to a shift of trying not to burn themselves on steamed milk.

They swore Katsuki was going to break his neck with all of the quick turning he did as soon as the bell rang as a customer walked in. His reprieve finally bounced in, still much too excited for someone entering a coffee shop so early.

Katsuki quickly refocused his gaze on his computer, attempting to appear nonchalant. He felt his restraint breaking as Izuku moved closer to the counter. Finally, he met Izuku’s eyes.

“Back so soon? Miss me that much?” Katsuki had talked himself up all morning, he had to try harder to make this nerd his.

Izuku gained an even blush at the comment, he had in fact missed Katsuki but he knew he didn’t have a shot.

“Ha ha very funny, I'm here almost every day, what makes you think it's not for Kirishima and Kaminari?”

Katsuki arched a sculpted brow, “Because they’ve already been set up with your friends.”

“Hmm, you got me there!” Katsuki already knew that, he made sure to interrogate anyone he could about Izuku.

“Alright then, what will it be today? Shitty Hair made some nasty ass shit this morning so I don’t even have a suggestion.”

“Well then just get me whatever you normally get! You can really tell a lot about a person from the coffee they drink!”

“Well then, tell me what you get from a vanilla iced coffee with a shot of espresso?”

“Hmm an espresso shot, that tells me you’re likely a natural leader, vanilla softens up the bitterness of coffee that says you’re laid back but realistic, and it being iced, well that gives me confident and serious but you know when and how to have fun.”

Katsuki was shocked for a moment, how could he have gotten all of that from his coffee order?!

“I wrote a research paper on how coffee is linked to your personality, from there my addiction only spiraled!” Izuku laughed lightly, pulling Katsuki’s thoughts from the scarily accurate breakdown of his coffee to the quite gorgeous man in front of him.

“So, what's your ‘normal’ coffee order then? What does that say about you?”

Izuku watched as Kirishima came up with his drink, preparing to grab the cup.

“Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it, Kacchan?” Izuku slipped fifteen dollars into the tip jar, trying to make up for the previous day’s free coffee. With a slight wink, Izuku made his way out of Heights Alliance.

As soon as he rounded the corner out of sight of the coffee shop he covered his face with his hands and let out a deep sigh. What was he thinking! He never winked at people! He was no suave in any way! He could only hope that Katsuki didn’t think he was a gross jerk!

Katsuki stood frozen, trying desperately to commit the entire interaction to memory before he could no longer recall the exact color of Izuku’s eye as it winked closed.

“I would just like to say that Midoriya has never winked at me like that which I think means you should totally go for it!”

Katsuki turned towards Kirishima and nodded, still in a slight daze. Kirishima and Kaminari laughed at their best friend’s face, they had never seen him act this way over anyone before.

The next week followed the same, Izuku would come in, Katsuki would take his order (which always changed) and they would attempt to flirt with each other. Katsuki decided that he was going to try something new on Friday.

Izuku came in, evidently a bit more tired than normal, it was finally the end of his summer classes but the exams were not going easy on him. He asked Katsuki to give him the most caffeine in a cup possible.

Katsuki went along with it knowing that it was a one-time thing, noting that he looked like he could fall asleep standing.

Katsuki quickly wrote ‘Deku’ on a cup and paused. He was determined to go through with his plan, without another thought he messily scrawled his phone number directly underneath it.

Katsuki quickly prepared the abomination of espresso shots, strong enough to resuscitate an elephant, and made his way to hand it off to Izuku.

“Alright Deku, here is a large…. Espresso shot? I don’t really know what the fuck to call this other than ‘barely a step up from straight-up heroin’ I’d say be careful but honestly you could probably use it.”

Izuku laughed heartily, Katsuki could admit that he wasn’t all that funny but if the sleep deprivation allowed him to hear that laugh he would let it slide for the day.

Izuku quickly reached out for his coffee, making Katsuki’s nerves heighten, it wouldn’t be long before he noticed the phone number.

Alas, the moment never came, Izuku’s depth perception was ever so slightly off, just enough to make sure his coffee cup slipped right through his fingers. As the paper cup smacked into the floor the top popped off, making a huge mess of very strong coffee.

Izuku was startled from his sleep-addled state, he made quick work of trying to clean up, requesting paper towels and a floor cleaner so he could repair the mess he made, the first step in his clean up was tossing the now empty coffee cup into the garbage.

Katsuki deflated as he saw the tail end of his phone number displayed in the trash can, Izuku didn’t even spare the cup a glance.

“Don’t worry about it nerd. I’ll get it cleaned up and I can get Hair for Brains to make you another one. I know there is no way you have time to clean this all up.”

“No! I can’t just leave you with a big mess! It was my fault I can clean it up!”

“Deku, it’s the last day of summer classes. Go take your final in peace, if you are really worried about it come back tomorrow and let me choose your drink for the day.”

Izuku softened, why, why, WHY, did Katsuki have to be so far out of his league? This was the perfect man!

“Kacchan you are quite literally the best! What time does your shift end?”

“Uhhh three? Why?”

“Perfect, and don’t worry about it! You will see!” Izuku grabbed the new version of his coffee (sans Katsuki’s phone number) and quickly made his way to his final class of the summer.

Katsuki waited anxiously for the end of his shift to come, what the hell had Izuku meant?! If Kirishima and Kaminari were less understanding people, they would have smacked him after he asked for the time seven times within the span of about four minutes.

Luckily for everyone, the pair could relate to Katsuki, the whole ‘a watched pot never boils’ phenomenon at it’s finest.

Around two P.M. there was a big rush of customers, ranging from those on their lunch breaks to those who hadn’t slept in roughly thirty-six hours. Thankfully the closing staff had been clocked in since one. Before they knew it three o’clock rolled around.

As if on command, Izuku walked through the door with a small bag in hand.

“Kacchan! Can I borrow you for a few?”

“Pft, I’m off the clock Deku, you can borrow me for the rest of the day.” Katsuki regretted it immediately after it left his mouth, why the fuck would he say that out loud?

“Even better! C’mon, I have something for you!”

Katsuki followed Izuku out of the coffee shop to a small bench situated under a few trees, trying his hardest to figure out what was about to happen.

“Alright, as a bit of a thank you for this morning I wanted to get you a little something, you are the reason I didn’t fail my history exam! I walked in about thirty seconds before my professor locked the door!”

“For cleaning up some spilled coffee? Deku, that’s what my paycheck is for.”

Izuku leveled him with an unimpressed look, evidently not agreeing with his statement.

“You didn’t have to replace my coffee and clean up after me. I know that isn’t in your job description. Don’t argue with me! Just open the damn gift! Please?”

Katsuki knew it was really no use, he would do anything if it was prompted by those big green eyes pleading with him.

“Alright, fine hand it over.” Izuku became visibly excited as he placed the bag on Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki quickly made his way to the bottom of the bag and pulled out a small figurine.

“You’re fucking with me, right? There is no way this is the rare bronze age All Might figurine that came out two summers ago in a limited run of 750?”

Izuku was all but bouncing as Katsuki finished his sentence.

“Yes, it is! That summer I bought one for myself immediately and as it turned out my mom bought me the same one to give to me for my birthday! I do not know a single other person that would have recognized it as his bronze age costume, let alone give the details of the release. I have two of them anyway, you seem like the perfect person to give it too! Plus what you did for me today was really nice.”

“I can’t take this from you! All I did was clean up some shitty coffee!”

“And get me a new one, and be nice to me all the time, and generally be a good person. So take the fucking gift before I have to get creative and find a way to make you take it.”

“Fine! I’ll take it! On one condition.”

“Oh, and what might that be?”

“You have to agree to go on a date with me.” Katsuki barely stopped himself from slapping a hand over his mouth. This was not the way he was supposed to ask Izuku out! There’s no way he’s going to say yes to this shitty-

“Okay! Tell me a time and place!”

“Wait really?!”

“Did you not just hear me go on and on about you? Why wouldn’t I say yes?” Izuku spoke as if he was explaining why basic addition made sense.

“You haven’t shown any interest in me! Why would I assume you would say yes?”

“Okay, have you not realized that I have been trying my hardest to flirt with you? I know I’m terrible at it but not this bad!”

Katsuki came to a sudden realization, “You know what. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you said yes! Alright, time and place…”

“Oh good! We’re finally on the same page! I’m fine with going anywhere just as long as we don’t go to Antonio’s, I spend enough of my life there during the dinner rush.”

“Got it no Antonio’s and no coffee, how about dinner at the sushi place up the road? I can pick you up tomorrow night at seven?”

“I’ll call and make a reservation for seven-thirty!”

Katsuki couldn’t help the genuine smile that graced his features, he was happy.

“You know, I tried putting my number on your coffee cup this morning. You just had to go and spill it though.”

“Really?! I’m sorry Kacchan! I would’ve called you if I knew about it!”

“Don’t sweat it, nerd, it all worked out in the end.”

The next night the pair went on their first date, although no one would’ve guessed it was only their first. Neither of them felt an ounce of awkward tension, enjoying the easy flow of conversation as the night progressed.

They learned that they grew up a mere three blocks away from each other, laughing at how they managed to meet long after just missing each other as kids.

They talked about their classes, finding out that they were set to be in a history class together every Friday at 8 A.M. (Izuku didn’t let the chance to call Katsuki a nerd pass.) They had been shocked, they both picked that professor because his ratings were only dampened by those who had no work ethic, knowing they would benefit from the strict regime that any class with Professor Aizawa promised.

The pair ended their night by walking the long way back to campus, hand in hand. Izuku departed with a quick but meaningful kiss, a promise of their future.

They would eventually credit Professors Yamada and Aizawa (or, more accurately Aizawa-Yamada as they came to find out) with their get-together and the strength of their relationship. If it wasn’t for the no sleep Izuku was running on for his class, they may have never gotten together. If their history class had them separated they would no doubt have slowly become too consumed with school and work to have time for one another.

They made sure the older pair knew this at their wedding roughly eight years later.

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patchdotexe · 4 years ago

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explorers of arvus: heading back / 3.11.21

zoom and enhonse

LAST TIME ON ARVUS taure passed out and we are now down a healer! also we met a disciple of halvkar, and surprisingly did not murder her. this is fine. we have instantly gotten distracted by our various carts. cats. our various cats

DID ANY OF US CATCH TAURE, SHE FELL OVER sieron tried to catch her and smacked charlie+thorne in the face (he rolled a nat1, f) BUT the catboy is to the rescue bc silje is the designated Not Incompetent of the group today

CONSULT THE CHILD hewwo yrel yrel: her mind is being consumed by the serpent of nightmares. :D charlie: HELLO?????//

so, dendar(?) the night serpent is imprisoned beneath arvus! she was formed from the nightmares of the first sentient being, and sometimes she eats people's nightmares. if she's exceptionally hungry, she'll force nightmares onto people for her to feed off their fear. yrel thinks taure will Probably wake up. there's a thing on arvus mentioned by the locals called a "sleeping sickness" where people will fall asleep for a few days, sometimes longer, but will wake up. its magical in cause, the people afflicted by it have horrific nightmares, and its just kinda. a thing. wowza

(i have gone back to spelling yrel's name as yrel bc i think it looks nice)

OH HEY SOMEONE POSTED A THEORY ON ONE OF MY STICKMOLUS ANIMATIONS man i should get back to stickmolus sometime. once dsmp releases its awful grip on me.

i keep getting distracted by seeing myself in the camera preview. i have a tooth gap! what the fuck its cute?? K I KNOW WE'RE SUPER BLURRY IN FRONT RN BUT PLEASE HELP ME STAY FOCUSED I SWEAR -leo

we're gonna build a sled! to put taure on. thorne: i have a good strength score. ....i say, out loud charlie: i am four feet tall. [cue argument between thorne & sieron about them both being horcs but sieron has a +0 bc strength is his dump stat] OH, OKAY, THORNE ROLLED A NAT20 TO CARRY TAURE. NICE

[discussion about what to tell everyone at camp vengenace] thorne: the last thing we need to do is a witch hunt charlie: --and we already hunted the witch! the witch has been hunted.

time to discuss strategy! we need to figure out how to head back to camp vengeance, eg if we want to follow the path we already took or if we wanna do some trailblazing. looks like we're gonna try and take the most direct path! which means we'll prolly risk tangoing with some undead but im willing to risk it TINY HUT STAIRCASE sorry i just remember it now and then

nyx: [meowing at his cats] thorne: uh... why is silje meowing? jorb: silje's food bowl is empty jorb: you look at silje's food bowl and there's a divot in the middle and the food is all on the sides emotionally, we must bully the catboy silje saw something interesting and started meowing

thorne: ill take first watch silje: ill also take first watch. charlie: [quietly] gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy (but, like, extended for 15 seconds)

silje: [takes watch] [rolls a nat1 and gets distracted by looking at his crush]

THORNE HAS LOCATED A DOG the dog does not give a shit about the tiny hut. THE DOG HAS PEED ON THE TINY HUT goodbye dog

EVERYONE IS ROLLING AT LEAST 1 NAT1 thorne: wow! that sure is a dog. thorne has drawn the worst possible dog. thorne has erased the worst possible dog. we dont speak of the worst possible dog its the dog version of honse. DONSE

sieron is now on watch! MAN we are havin trouble rolling today. at least kali's here to make sure sieron doesnt stare at a rock for 50000 years sieron sees a mouse! bottom text

charlie is now on watch! kali is havin a big ol thonk. nothing meaningful has come of this

i am perceiving some deer. sieron is not perceiving some deer. silje is perceiving some deer, but better the deer are fucked up and undead! silje has gone from "we should hunt these deer for food" to "we should hunt these deer for sport"

charlie: i do not feel like being jumped by five thousand skeletons

charlie takes first watch with sieron! WHY ARE OUR ROLLS SO TERRIBLE taure is super cursed right now. that's not very pog charlie: this place sucks. thorne: to be fair, we havent-- charlie: YOU'RE ASLEEP, SHUT UP

oh hey coolname galvanic finally partied. nice.

thorne is at watch! solar: hey, is leomund's tiny hut an orb? there's a critter digging around! AH, THE CRITTER IS UNDEAD. this could be a problem

solar: hey michael, how much does the horrific sin against god dog i drew look like this creature michael: [dice roll noises] about 50%.

michael: if anyone likes, they can make a nature check-- solar: ME MEMEMEMEME ME ME ME

its a bulette! aka a land shark. problem: they are not normally undead. this one is undead.

jorb: imagine if you could tame one of those and use it as a mount. leo: IT WOULD JUST DIG UNDERGROUND AND LEAVE YOU THERE

we are just calling it a weird dog

we're going to mail a letter to the heart of arvus. HEY, CHECK OUT THIS WEIRD DOG,

JORB FOUND ART OF A BABY BULETTE. WEIRD PUPPY!

solar: hey guys, check out this sick art of a bulette i found

silje kept a lookout for the weird dog but its just fucked off. goodbye, weird dog give it up for day 3!

man there's been like, three incinerations today in blaseball. what's up with that. I SWEAR IM MOSTLY PAYING ATTENTION its just been an eventful day in blaseball. also im wearing my garages bomber rn. jaylen is home wooOOOO the wind smells stinky. this is fine.

we're actively avoiding whatever combat michael keeps nudging at us bc we're carrying around an unconscious person and i SWEAR hes gonna throw something directly at us once he's done with our shenanigans

UHH MICHAEL ASKING FOR PASSIVE PERCEPTION LOL

huh. this place used to be inhabited? we're in the woods rn but there's some like, stone ruins? like, VERY ruins. like, not really any structures standing, but enough evidence to show there Were things. WE FOUND A STATUE charlie: i want to smash my face against the lore.

used to be a circle of standing stones, but most of em fell over or got overgrown. inside of the circle has been cleared, although v roughly-- ground's torn up statue is of fjolnir! warrior holding up a spear and shield. AH, THERE ARE CORPSES, a human got REAL fucked up here. one of the corpses is straight up impaled on fjolnir's spear. n ... not pog.

i am trying so, so hard to pay attention. but i also kinda wanna take a nap.

charlie: [stares at statue] [rolls a 4] i wonder if he had a dick.

okay so something rolled in, tore up the overgrowth inside the circle, and murdered a couple dudes. and was also super tall and human-adjacent. hrm.

oh my god why are we rolling so shit today. time to stealth away and hope we dont get casually dismembered

k: jorb's hair is so long... leo: K, PLEASE,

time for a break! i am very tired but im gonan see if i can push through a little further. nyx is petting his cat why do orangatangs look like that

first watch is thorne and sieron! have they even, like, talked thorne unhabby ): thorne's worried we were tresspassing when checking out the statue, meanwhile im thinking about that one time when sieron got bit by a groundhog

(oh my god this is from late 2018)

leomund's tiny hut, aka the anti-sea bear circle we are getting SO much mileage out of the tiny hut. SILJE HUMS A SONG WITH KALI cute........... FINALLY I HAVE ROLLED ABOVE A 14 wait no i rolled a 16 twice. anyway we are not dead

nearly at camp vengenace! boy howdy i hope camp vengeance didnt get burned down. AH FUCK TAURE IS UNCONSCIOUS SO WE CANT CAST FOR DETECT POISON kaepora nearly made us all shit ourselves but its okay he just saw some bison and thought it was cool Michael Is Consulting Several Tables

WHY DOES JORB'S CAMERA ZOOM LIKE THAT why am i hungry. i have so many questions

HEY, TALL GUY [smacks sieron]

camp vengeance looks better! like, nobody's Obviously Sick anymore, the medical tents arent overfilled, we did it! we saved the dayyyyyy time to report to ryder! taure's getting dropped off at the medical tent

man remember when charlie didnt wear pants

oh man, with taure unconscious charlie is now taking point with social interaction. wild. jk im making jorb do it bc im tired HAHA NAT 20 PERSUASION BC OF ME HELPIN SIERON man ryder is such a cock. he was totally ready to keep throwing troops at heaven's brazier to die until we managed to persuade him out of it. jorb: did we tell ryder about the vision? michael: you kinda just took a look at him and went STINKY BOY!

okay yeah anything that dies on arvus will just pop back up as undead. man, arvus sucks.

ryder: alright, dismissed. charlie: seeya, soldier boy! :D hahahahaha im gonna eat his knees.

SILJE NEEDS ENRICHMENT IN HIS ENCLOSURE

charlie: ive decided he sucks. silje: we've already arrived to that, you're late!

LMAO WE WALKED IN ON INGRID AND HER CRUSH they fuckin. nice. you go, you funky lesbian

jorb: we've got the tiny hut, we could go anywhere leo: we could go to SPACE! nyx: we could not go to space. leo: WITH A TINY HUT STAIRCASE, WE CAN,

we are 320 miles away from the spaceship that exists on arvus. nice.

michael: justin sees you-- roll a strength saving throw. leo: i cant wait to die! [rolls a 3] I AM CRUSHED BY MY DOG michael: he rolled a nat20.

BOSS ENCOUNTER: CHARLIE'S DOG (the small circle next to him is one of the medical tents.)

THORNE IS PACT OF THE GUN solar: PARRY THIS, YOU FUCKING CASUAL

sieron, to ingrid: seems like youve been doing well charlie: i punch sieron. sieron: sieron: the camp, of course.

man we have no idea if the heart of arvus is actually related to the prophecy or not. theres a Lot of stuff lining up, but not enough, and its hard to say how much of it couldve been literal?

solar & michael: [discussing exposition] me: [cracking up bc penn sent me a funny dsmp joke]

prophecies are weird.

charlie is just s she is just sitting here SILJE PLAYED CARDS REALLY GOOD AT ME nyx rolled a nat20 and took all my money

oh cool we can talk to yrel telepathically! time to hoist yrel. THIS IS SO SCUFFED thorne mentioned yrel and now we're trying to explain to ingrid that we have a magic talking snake charlie: I WANT TO GO HOME. thorne: we cant go, we have a GOD-KING to kill! "i think theyre insane, theyre talking to a snake" "ingrid, druids exist" "oh. im gonna go back to getting railed by my 7 foot tall girlfriend"

#leo chirps #ttrpg #explorers of arvus #OKAY WE'RE CAUGHT UP NOW sorry abt that lmao

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forkanna · 3 years ago

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NOTE: This chapter is even more NSFW than the previous, including actual sex. Reader discretion advised.

Stalemate. For ten full, agonising seconds, Rise and Ai were locked in place, staring into each other's eyes unblinking as their bodies remained flush with each other. Burning with an arousal neither was prepared to deal with.

"Morning," Rise finally managed to respond quietly.

"So… so this isn't- I wasn't trying… to… what is going on?"

"You rolled on top of me while you were asleep," she told her immediately — purely so she wouldn't spend any time worrying that she had done anything wrong. "And, um, your little friend decided to let me know she's already awake! S-so, um… so that's a thing I know now!"

"OhmyGOD," she blurted, starting to push upward against the futon beneath them. "Rise, I am so sorry, I can't believe-"

"Nnhhh!"

Well, that shut them both up. Knowing her cheeks were flaming pink, Rise turned to one side to stare off toward the door. At least Ai could only see half of her burning face this way.

"Rise?"

"I'm fine! It's all good, I… were you saying something before? About, like, being sorry… and getting up?"

"Wait." Ai shifted her hips again. This time, they both groaned, even though Rise's was higher-pitched. "W-wow, you're into this."

"I a-am not!" she squeaked.

"No, you are." But for once, Ai wasn't teasing her mercilessly about this. She just whispered, "I… could… keep going."

Rise glared up at her with a slight pout as she squirmed a little. "Don't- nnnhh -don't you dare! I… this situation isn't my fault, I was… I was trying to get out from under you!"

"Fine. Forget it then." Ai sighed and rolled onto her back. "You're free to go."

"Thanks." Rise sat up, taking a few breaths in relief. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't breathe, and… this is… I'd like to be married first, y'know?"

"Right. Because a couple of lesbians are about to get married. In this country? I doubt it."

A little "oh" fell from Rise's lips. That was a very good point; she had never heard of any same-sex couples having an official marriage under the law before. And sure, they could get married if Ai just went by what was on her birth certificate, but that presented its own downsides. "Well… that's just not fair."

"Yep. So unless you meant marrying somebody else besides me…"

"I didn't," she told her flatly, which surprised Ai into looking upward at her. "It's going to be you. I guess this just means we'll be… roomies forever? Or whatever that looks like."

Ai sighed and reached over to take up Rise's hand. "Listen to both of us, talking like this is going to last longer than the stories in the tabloids." But she was still rubbing that hand with her thumb tenderly. Words at odds with actions; that was a very Ebihara thing to do.

"They will if we try. So… I want to try, Ebi-chan. Really."

"Isn't that what we're doing n- WHOA! EXCUSE ME?!"

Rise's other hand came to a stop on that bulge beneath the sheet. "Um… yes?"

"Maybe you could ask before trying to perform the Tatsumaki with my secret joystick?!"

"The what?!"

Ai's look was so nonplussed. "How can you have never played Street Fighter? Where the fuck have you been for your entire- nevermind, nevermind — we are from a younger generation, not everybody's a retro gamer like me."

"Hey, just- just hold on before you get too sidetracked! I thought… didn't you want to…?"

"I don't know! But you could at least ask!"

"But it's all hard! I thought that meant you wanted it."

"Not necessarily," she sighed, though at least her anger was clearly abating. "I get why you would think that, and it did feel nice. I just don't know if I'm ready for all that yet."

Feeling thoroughly chagrined, Rise withdrew her hand entirely and whispered, "Wow, Ebi-chan, I'm really sorry. I just wanted to help, and to… to get closer to you, I never meant-"

"Tch." But Ai looked thoughtful, not irritated or hurt. "It's just… what if it's too soon? Or what if I like you doing that, and I get used to it, and then I don't want to go through with bottom surgery?"

"Well… so? If you like it and it feels good, what's the problem?"

"Tell that to Past Fatass Aihiko. Like, stuffing my face to the point of obesity felt good, too… in the moment. Then later I realized it wasn't the best thing for me. See also 'purging'."

Rise grimaced as she hugged her a little tighter, and she hugged back. "I get that. Not that I think this is the same thing, but maybe it is. I guess I can't know that one."

"Neither do I," she admitted quietly, accidentally grinding on her a little as they embraced. Rise tried to pretend she didn't notice. "Mmm… it is… pretty tempting."

"Do you do it for yourself? I heard guys normally do, and you used to be one…"

Ai squirmed, which only made it worse for both of them. "Well, um… I guess I have done it sometimes since I started transitioning. Not as often though; usually I just don't give a shit. But… it's been worse lately…"

"Really? In what way? Or I guess, why has it been worse?" Her girlfriend glanced up at her, then away. "Me? It's my fault?"

"No, not just you. Narukami before you happened, but… y-yeah. It's just really unpredictable; I don't get horny all the time but having people to be attracted to does make it a lot more likely."

"Mm. Makes sense, I guess." Rise tried to think of something encouraging to say, but she wasn't sure because the situation was so alien to her. Then she chanced a tiny smile. "Well, anytime it gets so out of hand you can't stand it… I'm here. Even though I don't know what I'm doing at all, I guess I could help you."

Ai smirked a little as she rolled her hips. "You just wanna hop on this dick. Little slut."

"H-hey!" she squeaked, even though it came out mostly as a gasp. That didn't help any argument against being a slut.

But she didn't have time to be angry for much longer. Ai's hips were still moving. It seemed that one provocative action, even though clearly intended to tease, had awakened something within her girlfriend that she was having trouble putting to bed. Their eyes met as they tried to suppress their desire — and they weren't doing very well. Too much tension had been building for too long.

"So… so you could keep going," Rise finally whispered — and even her whisper was shaky. "I heard what you said about… u-um, maybe not being ready? Which I totally get! Believe me! But I think I'm ready for this, e-even if this is all… you…"

Ai swallowed hard, finally looking truly distressed at their predicament. "It's weird… doing this… I mean, like… okay, you want me to be gross? It might even stop me from doing this if I gross both of us out."

"Go ahead," Rise giggled weakly.

"So… um…" Contrary to her words, she was still grinding on her with mounting purpose. "Like I said, I do jerk it sometimes. It's normal, everybody does it, but I… still feel weird about it, because of… my body. But more often than that, I'll wake up and I'm kinda… trying to do this to my bed. Like I'm having sex in a dream? Maybe? But I don't remember the dream most of the time — and a lot of the time in my dreams, I'm the one on the bottom, anyway…"

Everybody did it? Rise never had - not on purpose. A few times in the bath, or rubbing up against her teddy bear out of instinct. But that was beside the point. Licking her lips as she tried not to think about just how well Ai was hitting her in a place no one had stimulated before, she cleared her throat before saying, "On the bottom? Like… with anoth-" That was too close, but at least she tried to catch it. "With a boy?"

She could see the slight smirk of Ai recognising she tried. "Yeah. Like a boy pounding me in the pussy. Or the ass; sometimes my brain is nice and gives me what I really wish my body was like, sometimes it isn't nice. It… it usually depends on how I'm feeling that… mmhh, God I wish this didn't feel so good…"

But it did. Rise couldn't even pretend she wasn't getting off; she was on fire from nose to toes, the latter of which were clawing at the futon for purchase — trying to latch onto some kind of stability. This was too hot to be allowed.

"Is… is that…?"

"Huh?"

Ai visibly swallowed. "Are you wet?

"Wha- hey! You sh-shouldn't be asking things like that, it's so rude!"

"No, but I can feel it… through our…" She gulped and looked away. "Maybe we should stop. Like, I feel like I… I don't know, you didn't sign up for all this."

"You didn't, either, Ai-chan… I… I'm okay."

Ai drew back to look into her eyes again. "Really?"

Then they were kissing again. Both seemed to need it thanks to how fragile the discussion was making them feel. Partly because of how much they talked this out, partly because of their bodily movements below, but Rise knew she definitely was a lot less capable of pretending this was just 'friends hanging out really closely while they make it look good for the cameras' or whatever line she had fed herself in the past; this was love. It was sex. They were about to do what so many teenagers naturally do when they find themselves alone together. She almost found herself wishing that someone would come knocking at the door to interrupt them, give her an excuse to take a breather and decide if she was really ready, but…

But no. She was ready.

"Can…" Rise was having trouble due to breathing hard; they both were, considering their lips had been joined for a minute or so beforehand. "Can I see… again?"

Ai just blinked at her for a moment before she managed to hiss, "My dick? Why?!"

"I… I know you wish you didn't have one, but this is the first time I've really been this close. So…"

"God." She swallowed hard. "No, no, I get it. I don't even really mind because… it's you… so yeah, I guess that's completely fair to ask."

Rise backed off, and Ai sprawled back against the futon. That overlarge t-shirt was all rumpled and bunched up so that she could see the bulge in her panties directly, and she couldn't help swallowing as she noticed the glaringly obvious wet spot in the center. She didn't even want to check her own underwear now; it would just be horribly embarrassing. So instead, she tentatively started curling her fingers around the waistband.

"Whoa, just like that?" Ai burst out with a breathy little giggle. "I… don't get any flowers first?"

"No. But um, I'll buy you some later, if you want."

Not having expected that, Ai was so distracted that she only breathed, "Really? You would?" as her shaft was revealed to the air once again.

"Really, Ebi-chan. I… I wanna treat you right." She kept pulling, scooting backward as she dragged the garment past trim thighs and slightly-rising knees. "Like you keep trying to show me you're a girl, and I… I might be a girl, too, but I have to do some of the boyfriend things if we're gonna be a real couple. So flowers, right?"

"Well… yeah." The dazzling smile was so rare on Ai's face that she barely was aware of pulling the fabric down past her pedicured toes. "Thanks, Kujikawa. I can't believe Risette is legit sitting there, telling me she's gonna treat me like a girl deserves, it's… it's crazy."

"Yeah, for sure. I mean, the Risette?!" They both laughed as she crawled back up. And then…

There it was, right in front of her for the second time. She had been too weirded out by the whole experience then to form much of an opinion, but now… now she was starting to think it might even be cute. Weird as that was. She had always been intimidated by the idea of these things on men if she were truly honest with herself. Probably because of the stories of how some of them used those; rabid fans, subway perverts, stalkers and back-alley lurkers who would prey on innocent women. But Ai wasn't any of those things; she was a woman who didn't even want to own hers, much less had anything to prove.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Ai grumped.

"Don't tempt me." She glanced up and saw the priss queen's face was full of mixed feelings about that, so she cleared her throat and looked back down at the tapering shaft. "You're sure… you don't mind if I play with it? I can stop if you need me to."

"Okay. Like, uh… I don't need you to now but I'll let you know."

"Cool." So she kissed the shaft. It was warm and soft, as the memory lingering in her fingertip could attest; she actually thought it felt silky smooth, perfect. Like most of Ai Ebihara. The scent of arousal she had caught a hint of before was starting to fill her anew, and she breathed in deeply as she kissed again and again, changing spots on the underside. She moved lower…

"Wh-where are you going?"

Rise's head came up quickly. "I- I'm sorry, did I mess up?"

"No, no, like… I just thought you might have been… nevermind, it's dumb."

"No way! Whatever you're feeling isn't dumb, I… I was going for these." Her lips pressed gently into the sack below the main attraction, glancing up past it curiously. "Do you not want this played with?"

"Oooh… I don't really… go ahead. Like I said, I'll stop you if I panic and need to quit."

At least she had the green light, however tentative. Somehow, the loose skin covering those little spheres was even softer; she smiled a little when she felt some tiny hair tickle her lips. Considering the varying shapes and contours, she wasn't surprised Ai had missed a hair when taking care of her personal grooming.

"Ugh, shit!" Ai burst out, covering her face with her hand. "That's horrible — I already hate having a- and now there's a hair, and you're probably really grossed out."

"I like it," Rise giggled as she kissed her again. The shaft twitched a little above her. "Oooh… did you do that?"

"N-no… I just… your breath on me, and your kisses, it's like… makes it really ready to go."

Swallowing hard, she tried to ignore the amplified feelings that was shooting down into her own tingling sex. Ai was ready to go and she was pretty sure her own body was not far off. "Um, good, that's good. And I don't mind this little pube; she's my favourite. I'm calling her… Inmo-ko-chan."

Ai couldn't stifle a little "Pffft" as her cock wobbed a little from body movements. Rise tried not to pass out then and there. "You would say Pube Girl gets a cutesy nickname."

"I would if it's cute enough!" Then she kissed it again… before sliding her tongue over the two spheres in their protective enclosure.

That finally changed the game subtly. Neither of them seemed to be able to keep bantering once she had licked Ai down there; she couldn't quite keep doing it right away, but neither was it easy to recover. So she went back to kissing, her lips parted so she left more and more wet marks on that soft flesh. Gradually, she worked her way up the twitching shaft — and tasted a slightly salty tang when she got to the wrinkled skin just beneath the tip. Did she like that?

Yes. So much, in fact, that she immediately tried to press her tongue to the same area.

"Hmmhhh," Ai sighed as she weathered the treatment, muffling the noise with her hand. Rise kept going, sliding her tongue all the way around the head… drawing it between her lips tentatively. She had heard of this so she knew exactly what she was doing — in name, anyway. Ebihara was one of two humans in the world she would have done this for. Really, she didn't even feel like a slut as most men would have made her feel; she just felt like a girl trying to please her lover.

Lover. Wow, that was where they had wound up without ever meaning to do so. As the warm head of the shaft began to find its way deeper and deeper into her mouth, touching the back of her throat, a couple of tears leaked out when it hit her fully that she and Ai had gotten past every obstacle that seemed to crop up along the way: they were together-together, and that wasn't going to change. It was only going to get better as long as they worked at this, remained open to the possibilities.

"Y-you don't have to," Ai suddenly breathed. "I-if it's that hard… I'm sorry…"

Rise didn't even bother to pull off long enough to answer. She knew it was the crying; they would get past it. Now she was beginning to bob up and down on that slender cock, delighting in how the heated skin dragged past her lips and tongue, at the pungent, oddly-satisfying taste. Yes, she could definitely get used to this.

And clearly, Ai wasn't in disagreement. She had been able to mostly just twitch and suppress her reactions until she started moving; now that she was really going down on her, she was panting and letting out quiet squeaks, trying to keep from overreacting. Rise felt like she got about halfway down the shaft before her gag reflex tried to take over, so that was about as deep as she was going to get — not that it bothered Ai. Harder and harder, she slid up and down as she felt it pulsing more often, listening to those delightful moans she earned in return. This was definitely the hottest thing she had ever experienced — and she had been in close proximity to K-Pop and Visual Kei guys.

Ai had them all beat. Easy.

The last thing she wanted to think about was how wet she probably was. Even just shifting her legs the tiniest bit, she could tell it was getting bad. But she tried to remain focused on the task at hand. Experimentally, she tried humming while she was bobbing her head up and down on the-

"NNH! FUCK, RISE!"

Paydirt. Instant reaction, and one Ai had seemed not to want to slip out. Instead of backing down or stopping to ask if everything was alright, she started ramping up her actions. Just because she had thought they might do another something this magical morning didn't mean they had to; she wanted to hear Ai finish now. She wanted to be the one that made her feel that good.

A wish that was granted after only a few more seconds. The sensation of cream spurting into her throat was so unexpected that she felt herself gag a little, her head came to a stop — but now Ai was moving. It seemed she had at least grown that comfortable with what they were doing, so she managed to keep herself from coughing for a moment or two. Probably something to do with all her vocal training over the years. However, eventually she hit the point where she couldn't hold still anymore, and…

"Oh… oh no, wha- Rise, are you okay?!"

Rise nodded as she coughed up the climax into her open palm, shivering a little while supporting herself on her other arm. Then she took a few shaky breaths before gagging out, "F-fine!"

"You don't look fine! Shit, I killed you- this is it, I'm the horrible bitch who killed Risette with my stupid little dick, and now I'm gonna have to throw myself off a bridge! Great, fucking great!"

But by the end of that, they were both laughing a little — even if Rise's were half-coughs. She swallowed hard and managed, "Just… get me a tissue!"

Ai was back with a purse-sized pack in no time at all. They cleaned off her hand and dabbed at her mouth, then Rise started using another on Ai's softening length. She shivered and she paused in her motions.

"Is… this okay?"

"Um… I don't really know. It's weird. It almost feels nice, but I also feel like I should smack you away…" Her face was more apologetic than usual as she finally sighed and said, "What a fucking spaz I am. You sure your throat is okay? You didn't have to swallow it!"

"Y-yeah, well, um… I didn't know what else to do if I didn't," she admitted with a shy laugh. Ai shook her head and smiled a little more before pulling her into a tight hug. "Oh! Awww, what's up?"

"Nothing. I just… never had that. Anything like that, so now I'm all emo." She drew back after a second or two to peck at her lips and whisper, "That was amazing. I almost thought you must have done it before, man, you just drove me crazy but you told me you haven't, so…"

Rise shivered a little as she asked, "You, um… you don't care about kissing me? After I was…"

A slight pause. "Oh, on my dick? Dude, I'm still bi; I wouldn't say my own dick is something I wanted to taste but it's not like I'm all that averse."

"Really? You sure?"

"I promise, girl." Then she kissed her deep, as if purely to prove something to both of them.

And she did. Not just that she didn't mind her own aftertaste, but that this was far from over now that Ai got her rocks off. In fact, Rise felt like they had finally moved past the trial period for this relationship and into something real. And she was ready for way more, as soon as was humanly possible.

To Be Continued…

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