#either shes the mole or she's an idiot and it drives me crazy

[natjennie]

NOT MY BEST FRIEND PRANAV

[soobrat]

*･༓☾ bloodshot // johnny ☽༓･*

chapter ii // masterlist

*pairing*

you x johnny + some jungwoo (and I guess Taeyong?)

*chapter rating* mature

*warnings* explicit sexual content, mentions of slurs and sexism (it’s another jungwoo smut chapter)

*word count* 3.03k

*disclaimer(s)* Once again I don't think nayeon, johnny, or lucas actually act this way, and this goes for everyone in the future

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"Again?" Your eyes lit up. Jungwoo has never had so much drive before.

"I wanna give you all my love and attention until neither of us can take it anymore." He caresses your cheek and you melt into him. Your bed fitted with brown silk sheets and a tan comforter became a sort of sacred fortress in the past two months. Jungwoo has been an angel through the come down of the incident.

"Jisoo told me you haven't been giving her as much attention, though." You lace your fingers with his, noting every mole and mark down his arm. Jungwoo sighs.

"I know... I just hate seeing you like this. If only she was able come and cuddle with us."

It's been a month since you and Jungwoo made it official. It didn't feel like anything changed, you wonder if open relationships always felt this way.

"You just want to watch Jisoo and I kiss." You roll your eyes. Jungwoo shoots up from the bed.

"You guys kiss?!" You snort at his baffled expression.

"No, and I prefer it that way. I'm pretty sure Jisoo prefers our relationships separate as well." You glance at him, knowing he knows you're right. He huffs in defeat before falling back onto the bed.

"Imagine how great the three of us could be, though." Jungwoo pouts, seemingly forgetting about round 4.

No matter how much he pouted, you and Jisoo were 100% platonic. You liked you guys' dynamic and neither of you wanted to change it.

Those two together almost made you forget about all the online ridicule you received. Almost.

You couldn't leave Taeyong. The others, no sweat off your back. Taeyong, however, was your first love. And although you had no more romantic feelings for him, you still loved him. Even if he was dating a girl who made your life a living hell. You could cut off Johnny and Lucas, but not Nayeon. If you had to do anymore streams with that devil you'd scream.

You groan as you die again. Good thing you were near spawn anyway. You hurry and gather your items before the ridicule commences.

"____ you're really fucking everything up. This must be why women are inferior." She purposefully puts a shit-ton of nasality in her voice when she talks to you. It makes you want to rip your ears off your head. Taeyong's laugh reads of disbelief.

"Nayeon why would you say that?!"

You just laughed awkwardly. How do their viewers not die of boredom? It's the same god-forsaken cycle. Nayeon makes a self-loathing sexist joke, Taeyong pretends to be shocked, the chat erupts in response. You wonder if men get off on women constantly stating that they're inferior.

"Ugh just fucking come with me." Nayeon's character sprints off before you could think.

"Wait a minute!" You jump and run at her. You switch to your iron sword, pretending to strike her from behind. Your mind wanders as you pretend to hit her. What has your life become? You almost jump at the sound of Nayeon receiving damage. She gasped like someone killed her dog, not someone accidentally hitting her on Minecraft.

"What the f-" You chut as Nayeon starts swinging her diamond sword at you.

"When did you get diamonds?" You try and jump and avoid her but she still hits you twice. You laugh uncontrollably as you try to get away. Taeyong reacts in disbelief, as usual.

"Girls! Stick to the plan!"

"I only have one heart!" You hurry and equip your shield to defend yourself.

"You hit me!" Nayeon exclaims. You notice the nasality is gone, and that you're having fun. Your smile nearly splits your face in half. You block her attacks and deal a good amount of damage until she dies. You laugh, tears in your eyes. You could get used to this, possibly finally have a female streamer friend?

You stop laughing when you notice how quiet it was. Then you hear sniffling.

"____ why can't you take a fucking joke? You're always so violent over fucking jokes!"

Then issnayeon went offline. She left the discord call. You and Taeyong were silent. Then Taeyong left as well. You were afraid to look at your chat. You clear your throat, suddenly very aware of the webcam pointed at your face.

"That was really odd, I guess I misunderstood the situation." You were beginning to get defensive, but you knew that wouldn't end well. Your eyes flicker over at your second monitor against your own wishes.

Flashes of 'cunt', 'snowflake', and most importantly, 'apologize' were visible from the chat. So you did apologize.

"I'm sorry to Nayeon and her viewers for being childish. I clearly misunderstood the situation," You paused, trying to gather your thoughts and blink away the tears stinging your eyes. You were such a baby.

"I'm also sorry for... uh... forcing my personal feelings and beliefs into a video game and onto Nayeon. I hope you guys understand where I'm coming from and accept my apology. Anyways, I think that'll be it for the stream tonight guys. I'll see you Wednesday."

You knew you weren't supposed to abruptly close the stream, especially without a closing screen. You just wanted to escape quickly. The stinging got worse until warm tears rolled down your cheeks. Everything that just happened was suddenly clicking. You were in for a shitstorm. More tears stream down your cheeks as you feel your phone buzz. You pick it up, blinking tears away.

"Jisoo..." Your voice quivered. Why were you so sensitive?

"Just breathe, okay?" Jisoo spoke calmly and with warmth but all you could think about was the aftermath of all this. Jisoo watched every stream she could, so maybe she saw.

"Could you see me tear up on camera? Was it obvious?" The panic in your voice was very evident?

"What? Who cares about that, ____ Nayeon's a bitch-"

"I do! Now I look like even more of a pussy, and everyone's gonna know that I'm sensitive-" You hiccup, trying not to sob.

"You're not a pussy. If anyone's a pussy here, it's Nayeon. You have to endure mockery from other streamers or your own chat every time you stream, and you keep persevering. Most of those people calling you a snowflake couldn't do the same." The passion in Jisoo's voice made you realize why you loved her. Why you were so glad you met her through Jungwoo.

"I don't want you to ever lose your fire for combatting sexism. Don't let these online idiots distract from the fact that sexism is our reality. You're not a pussy for not tolerating jokes about shit you deal with on a daily basis from people who would never understand."

Your sobs echoed throughout your room. You weren't crying because of the chat or Nayeon anymore, though. It was because of how thankful you were for Jisoo. Deep down, you didn't even believe the things you preached yourself. A small part of you envied Nayeon. The fact that she could laugh at those jokes and even say them herself.

You wondered how much easier it would be if you just... gave in.

You had just come back to streaming two months after the first incident, and now you had to take another break. At least until the internet cooled down. This all spurred from something so stupid, but it just enough for people to further their sexist narrative. Johnny was quiet about the incident, but Lucas was as loud as ever.

"Imagine being so butthurt about a joke." He tweeted. Your thumb hovered over the tweet. You shouldn't. You shouldn't read the replies. You really shouldn't read the replies.

You click the tweet and scroll to the replies, heart pumping.

"People have gotten so much more sensitive, can't say shit these days."

"She was about to cry... over a joke."

Hand trembling, you went to read more for some stupid reason. You were getting so worked up, why were you doing this to yourself?

"You guys scream "it's just a joke" but then cry yourself to sleep when a girl says KAM."

You perk up. People are defending you? That tweet was so close to passing the others in likes as well. You swiped more.

"I'm glad she speaks up against those unfunny assholes. I'm actually pissed she apologized."

"Nayeon is the butthurt one here. Boohoo someone hit you in a game."

"Your jokes aren't funny."

There were still tweets bashing you, but there was significant pushback. You smile. You like all the tweets defending you. This would probably bite you in the ass later, but you didn't care. You even retweeted one.

"I don't even like _____ but this 'controversy' is the dumbest thing to get headlines I've ever seen. You people need a hobby."

You had yet to see the headlines, but Lucas' tweets about the subject were probably the reason it was blowing up. Filled with a shot of confidence, you wanted to see who's name was trending.

At number two is issnayeon. Of course, Nayeon is a lot more popular so her name would be mentioned a lot more. Something else catches your eye near the bottom of the screen, however.

jonssuh.

Curious, you click the topic.

"Since we're talking about ____, can we talk about how you guys called her crazy and never questioned jonssuh?"

The tweet seemed to spark conversation, racking in a serious amount of engagement.

"jonssuh is lowkey the one who initiates all the sexist shit"

"____ is a psycho snowflake, that's why no one questioned jonssuh"

It was interesting to see how split the replies were. Within days there was a rift in the streaming community. You were either Team ____ or Team Johnny. You weren't sure how Johnny got dragged into this when it was about you and Nayeon, but it was truly fascinating.

Speaking of Nayeon.

"Out of everyone involved, she's receiving the most flack." You scan the board, wracking your brain for your next move. All you could focus on was the hum of Jisoo's air conditioner and dogs barking down the hall from her apartment.

"Good. I'm sorry but she started this shit. I don't hate the girl but man she has some issues she needs to work out. Hurry and move by the way! This is why we need a timer."

Every move seemed flawed by this point. You were too hasty in the beginning. You sigh before moving your Queen.

"Well I hate her." You settle back into your chair, folding your arms.

"Yeah. I know." Jisoo swiftly scoops up your queen. You groan, tossing your head back.

"I thought I really planned that out nicely." You cross your arms tighter as your expression soured.

"Sorry babes. Also, about Nayeon. She's a woman, too."

You look up at Jisoo, who's still looking intently at the board.

"Huh?"

"I'm just saying. She's struggling just as much. Hurry and go!"

You roll your eyes, refusing to process her hubbub. You had to focus on how to plan your game better.

For the most part, you ignored the online battle, especially Lucas' endless subtweets. You unfollowed both Lucas and Johnny after this whole debacle, which according to Jisoo only escalated things. It was all out war.

You unfortunately couldn't escape the headlines. Your name was synonymous with oversensitivity now, while Johnny's was synonymous with sexism. You eventually caved in and spectated the battle. There was a lot of support for both sides, but the criticism was loud. Especially well worded criticism from respectable sources.

Instead of calling you a snowflake, popular youtubers argued that your actions directly hindered people's right to freedom of speech.

As for Johnny, people were maturely stating how his actions, while funny to him, were extremely harmful and almost oppressive towards women.

Both sides argued that both your behavior had damaging effects on the streaming community. This was bad. You just wanted respect, goddammit.

The comments were filled with both of your supporters questioning their support of either of you. You sat in your gaming chair for what felt like hours, spinning in circles. What in the world could you do? Your phone began to buzz in your lap.

"Taeyong?" You pick up quickly after seeing the name. Taeyong hadn't talked to you since that day.

"No. Johnny."

Your shoulders drop.

"Why?"

"I don't know if you noticed recently but we're kinda fucked. And if you're referring to me calling on Tae's phone, you blocked my number so," Johnny sounded defeated. You couldn't even find joy in it, it was so pitiful.

"So you're calling me for..."

"We clearly both have some common ground to discover."

"I kinda disagree buddy." You chuckle.

"So what, you want to have a conversation over the phone?" You scratch at your head. What is going through this man's brain?

"No. I want to start collabing with you again. Just me and you."

You freeze.

"How that fuck would that fix anything? You think spending more time together will magically make us get along? You do understand why I don't like you, right?"

"Whatever- look we don't have to actually find common ground. We could fake it so we can stop getting fucked up the ass by youtube essays." Johnny was starting to get his usual pissed off tone.

"Okay, yeah." You shrug as if he can see you. You can hear him shuffling eagerly.

"Really?"

"Fuck no." You hang your phone up before tossing it on your bed. You could handle this on your own. You had a genuine purpose for your actions. Johnny was literally just selfish and using low hanging (offensive) fruit to get more subs. People would understand you.

You adjust your tripod, making sure it was angled perfectly. It was simple, you'd just sit down and be straightforward with your side of the story.

"Hey guys. I know there has been a lot of craziness going on, and I just wanted to explain myself."

You explained how the streaming community made you feel as a woman. How you didn't regret not giving in to the sexism. You felt confident that at least your supporters would come back around.

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"You've refreshed YouTube at least 80 times already. I came over here to take your mind off of things." Jungwoo wrapped his arms tighter around your waist. The light from your phone reflected against your glasses. The video got one dislike immediately when you posted it, followed by three more seconds later. By now, there were hundreds of likes and a dozen dislikes. Your lip started to sting as you peeled the skin from it with your teeth. Your eyebrows were knitted tightly together as you skimmed the comments.

R slurs and snowflake's were a given, but most of them sympathized with you. You refreshed, scrolled, hearted, and repeat. As you scrolled more, the criticism came pouring in. You kept scrolling until you found what you were subconsciously looking for. Well worded, damning criticism.

"I love your content and have been watching you for a while, but if these people bother you so much, why do you still interact with them? I remember you saying a long time ago that you and Nayeon didn't get along very well... so why? I was waiting for you to cut all of them off but you never did. I'm glad the guys are gone but why is Nayeon still frequently streaming with you?"

Your initial response would be because of Taeyong, but you knew it was a horrible excuse. It just clicked that you were putting yourself through torture for a taken man who never even showed interest in you once. Did Taeyong really even care about you?

You physically shake the thoughts away before locking your phone.

"Finally." Jungwoo swipes the phone from your hand and tosses it away. Before you could protest, he tenderly kisses your lips. His lips were so soft. With tentative touches, he turned you to fully face him. He threads his fingers through the nape of your hair, deepening the kiss.

"Focus on me, okay?"

He moves one of his hands down your body. He slides his hand under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You gasp and flinch at how cold they are. He smirks against your lips, hand squeezing your clothed breast. You sigh against his mouth before nipping at his bottom lip. He slips his hand under your bra. He pinches your erect nipples and you hiss.

With his other hand he cups your panty clad core. You grind into him, encouraging him to go further. He complies silently, sliding his hand into your panties. He sighs blissfully at how wet you are. He curls two fingers into your slick hole. They slip right in, the tips of his fingers brushing deliciously against your walls. Goosebumps crawl up your arms as you clench Jungwoo's arm.

Your senses are clouded as you focus on his touch. He felt so good. You bite your lip as you squeeze his arm harder. No man has ever made you feel this way. You revel in the way his fingers brush perfectly against your g-spot. Why were you worried about Taeyong anyway?

Taeyong. You furrowed your brows, trying to rid thoughts of him. The way tears filled his eyes when he laughed too hard. His intoxicating smell. His soft skin and hair. His kind eyes. His comforting touches.

"____?"

"Why does she still hang out with Taeyong and Nayeon?"

He hasn't been answering your calls or texts...

"Taeyong is like poison to her, she should cut him off."

He never defended you...

"Taeyong is ruining ____."

Did Taeyong ever really care about you?

"____! Are you okay?"

You feel numb as Jungwoo grips your shoulders. He tries to look into your eyes but you keep avoiding him.

"Let's go get cleaned up okay?"

"I think I'm still in love with Taeyong." Tears spill down your cheeks. You've cried more in the last few months than you have in at least a decade. It seems to all tie back to Taeyong somehow. Jungwoo was still for a second.

"Come on. Let's go clean up."

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[derireo]

sakyo furuichi - going crazy

yoo the end gets a little wild tbh oops lol i got no excuse

sakyo x tachibana izumi (protagonist)

“ "i hope you know.." he mumbled darkly in between the wet kisses he shared with his girlfriend as his fingers went back to curling around her hips, "..that you're so goddamn annoying sometimes." he snarked and lifted izumi up onto his desk in the midst of biting at her lip. “

sakyo's fingers were itching.

itching to hold onto something – have in his hand. he craved for the weight of a cigarette between his fingers, or the feel of a cold bottle of beer in his palm. he was getting fidgety.

it was a rare occasion for sakyo to have a day off, and the itch to do something was making him restless. izumi wasn't home yet either so he was all alone in the house, with the kids out doing whatever young people did.

"sakyo? you home?" a voice called out from the bottom of the stairs that led to the main door, startling the man out of his thoughts. it was izumi.

he let out a sigh of relief and let his head fall back onto the sofa, his arms sprawled across the length of the furniture. "on the couch."

the soft patter of slippers walking up the steps made something twinge in sakyo's heart, and he clenched his hands into his fist when the thought of a domestic evening with izumi flitted through his mind.

"saw your shoes at the door when i came in. it's rare seeing you home so early in the day." izumi commented from behind him as she set the groceries she bought on the counter in the kitchen, while the jingle of her keys being put down rang through the air.

sakyo let out another sigh and turned his body so that he could watch izumi float around in the kitchen, her floppy sunhat still set atop her head.

the man almost couldn't help but stare.

"i got the day off." he explained and stood up from the sofa to help izumi put away the groceries she had bought, pausing for a second when he noticed what she was wearing along with the hat.

he made a small face of disgust when he put the last of the vegetables away in the fridge and grabbed izumi by the shoulders to make her face him.

"you wore sweats and my button down with a sunhat?" sakyo stared down at izumi with wide eyes and proceeded to reach a hand out to remove the hat from her head, his lip curling into a frown. "you really went grocery shopping like that, izumi?"

the woman in front of him pouted and held onto his forearms to keep him from shaking her, scrunching her nose up as she glared right back at the yakuza.

"ya got a problem with that? cause i ain't the one who claims polo shirts can be worn casually." she mocked him with a grin and let out a laugh when sakyo only pinched her cheek to keep her mouth shut.

"my polo shirts are absolutely fine, you brat." sakyo gritted out with a flush to his cheeks and held out his hand for izumi to take, grumbling to himself as he began to head towards his room with the woman in tow.

"take that shirt off." he said once he closed and locked the door behind tachibana, throwing a black sweatshirt at her while she stood in the middle of his room with an amused look on her face.

she rolled her eyes when he crossed his arms over his chest, making it clear that he wasn't going to shy away if she really did decide to change in front of him.

"aw, sakyo, if you were in the mood you shoulda just said so." izumi giggled as she began to undo the buttons on the shirt she had stolen from him, grinning at the man who was leaning against the door with his lips pursed.

sakyo rolled his eyes in response and pulled at his mock turtleneck awkwardly when he saw his button down drop to the floor, izumi's sweats hanging low on her bare hips before her upper body was covered again with his sweatshirt.

"you've already seen me naked plenty of times, idiot." izumi sighed when she noticed how her boyfriend wouldn't look at her anymore and strut towards him with a determined look on her face, her hands shooting out to hold him by his biceps so that he could pin him against the door to make sure their eyes met.

"i know, you brat." he glared down at her this time and easily pushed himself off the door he was being held against, letting his hands drift down to her waist. as much as he loved izumi, the girl always managed to push all of his buttons.

she narrowed her eyes at him.

"you and your brat calling–!" she managed to tease before sakyo dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and pulled her body flush against him, his mouth covering her own in a burning kiss.

izumi could only melt into the man's chest as his lips slotted with hers, one hand sliding up to tangle in his hair while the other rested on his neck. sakyo's hands had a mind of their own as they roamed along the expanse of her back and waist, continuing to draw izumi closer and closer until it wasn't possible anymore.

"i hope you know.." he mumbled darkly in between the wet kisses he shared with his girlfriend as his fingers went back to curling around her hips, "..that you're so goddamn annoying sometimes." he snarked and lifted izumi up onto his desk in the midst of biting at her lip.

"i do." she breathed out weakly, but still clicked her tongue at sakyo out of spite, her smile crooked as she pushed sakyo away with a loose grip around his throat. she giggled then when her boyfriend looked startled at suddenly being pushed away, and the man grinned devilishly as he found his way back to the home between her legs.

"i hate how you make me want to lose control." he murmured sweetly once the blood in his body went back to a simmer, and he lifted a hand to comb his fingers through izumi's hair, causing her to flutter her eyes shut in contentment.

she decided not to answer this time around, but the smile on her face showed sakyo that she was listening, and as she clutched onto the front of his shirt, sakyo dipped his head down to kiss her swollen lips.

"you make my blood boil.." their lips met once more, a gentle smacking sound the only thing heard in the room.

"i hate when you mess around with me.." again.

"but just the thought of coming home to you drives me wild." he confessed breathlessly, and the lazy growl in his voice had izumi's body lighting up with delight.

"you are so unbearably hot." izumi whispered, a playful lilt in her voice as she dragged her hands through sakyo's hair before, without warning, removing his glasses from his face and setting them down beside her. she cooed when a lost expression made its way onto his visage, and she tipped his chin to kiss him again.

"i also find domesticity very sexy." she teased and held sakyo's face in her hands, laughing in amusement when he glared at her despite his lack of eyesight, her thumb lovingly caressing the mole that was under his eye.

sakyo flushed in embarrassment at her statement and grumbled, shutting his eyes as he did his best to bury his face against the crook of her neck. "you are insufferable."

"d'aw, you're so mean." she giggled, the tip of her tongue poking out from her mouth as she smiled when his arms curled around her waist. she pulled away from sakyo to put his glasses back on him, and she scrunched her nose when he bumped their foreheads together.

"stop making fun of me. i just like it when you're the first person i see when i come home."

"so sappy." izumi cooed, letting sakyo crowd into her as he took one more step between her legs to make sure there wasn't any space left. "well, just the thought of you stretching and filling me up is something i like." she offered with a smile.

"that is literally not the same." sakyo groaned in exasperation and let his head drop to her shoulder, "you're driving me crazy."

"oh! and i really like when you cum inside me." she continued, making her boyfriend bite her shoulder in retaliation.

"i am going to break you," sakyo crooned while izumi kissed the side of his head to bring him comfort, her smile sly as she combed her fingers through his hair. "and i'm gonna make sure you end up pregnant by tonight." he promised as he lifted his head to make eye contact with izumi, showing her that he wasn't joking.

she bit her lip in delight.

"yes, please." she sighed dreamily.

[gucciharrywritings]

On A Pretty Neck

Artist!Y/N

Mentions: Fluff

Y/N wants to paint Harry nude.

It was supposed to be a simple schedule. Finish up the ceramic sculpture, turn in that landscape painting project, put on the second coat of clear varnish on her other painting, then pop the question to Harry. Maybe she added tons of things before the Harry thing just because she wanted to put it off, but she wouldn’t ever admit that. Either way, she had planned to ask him the question when his tour ended. He’d already planned to come stay in her apartment once he was finished touring and doing concerts and had plenty of free time to spend with his girl, but he didn’t know what she was going to ask of him. Y/N wasn’t even sure she had the guts to do it.

They’d been dating 3 1/2 years, so she shouldn’t be nervous, not one bit. But as she paced her apartment, bumping into the corner of her couch repeatedly because her mind was just that clouded at the moment, she was ready to throw up from anxiety.

Is it really that weird to want to paint your boyfriend naked?

He was the most beautiful person Y/N had ever laid eyes on, undoubtedly and irrevocably. She was 100% sure she’d never find anyone who made her feel the way Harry does. But what if somehow someone got a picture of the painting, then everyone would know what Harry looked like naked, and that would put a bump in his career. And what if he says no? What if he doesn’t feel comfortable enough to do it and Y/N looks like an idiot? What if he thinks it’s weird?

“Love?” Harry’s voice rings through her front door.

Her eyes blow wide, stopping in her place and head snapping to look over at the door as it slides open. Harry steps inside, shoving the key that she’d given him to her apartment back in his pocket, a glowing smile on his face that almost had Y/N’s prior worries completely melting away. For a second, she’s consumed by the simple happiness that he’s here, in front of her, arms out as he scoops her up into a tight hug. “Hazza,” She breathes, eyes fluttering shut as she’s wrapped by him once more, arms tight around his neck and burying her face into his soft curls.

His arms are firm around her waist, face buried in her neck, pressing soft kisses to any skin his lips can reach, mumbling, “Missed yeh like crazy, Y/N.”

She giggles softly as they pull away, “Y’saw me when you stopped here for your shows at Madison Square. I was there both nights, silly.”

He pouts, “That was a month ago, lovie, much too long without yeh kisses.” His pout slowly turns to a smirk as he leans down some, large hand cupping her face as their lips brush. “Didn’t yeh miss me?”

She hums teasingly, fingers weaving through his hair, nudging her lips a bit onto his, “Maybe I did now that you mention it... ‘M just glad y’didnt forget all about lil’ole me while you were being a big time rockstar. Had to fend for m’self, y’know.”

Harry kisses her softy, biting gently at her bottom lip before asking lowly, “Y’tryna tell me somethin’, lovie?”

She shrugs, “Just that after a month or so...” She leans up, trailing kisses up his jaw until she’s reached his ear, “Y’fingers can only do so much when y’know what your missin’.”

A low growl leaves Harry’s lips, and it’s less than a second for him to scoop her up, wrapping her legs around his hips as he carries to her bedroom, already fumbling for the condom in his pocket.

+

“Y’love New York, you know it,” She mumbles happily, pressing a small kiss to his bare chest before leaning up so their faces are level, “And y’love me hopefully.”

Harry chuckles, hand sliding up her side, feeling her soft skin that he missed so dearly under his fingertips, then tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “Yeah, cuz after three years I wouldn’t be sure. I knew I loved yeh after one month, lovie, don’t be silly.”

Y/N blushes, kissing him softly, feeling herself relax even more than before as she feels his hands on her, his bare body pressed to hers under the white duvets of her queen sized bed. Harry hums at her touch, tongue slipping past her lips, deepening their kiss more. It feels too good, almost, even after the time they’ve been together, neither getting tired of something as simple as a kiss.

“That’s good,” Y/N says softly between their kisses, then pulling away some, “It’d be a bit embarrassing f’me if y’didnt. Don’t think I’d ever be able to love again, honestly.”

Harry rolls his eyes, though unable to contain a grin, “Oh, shut up, y’sap.”

She bites her lip a bit as she watches him, hand running down bicep, thumb caressing his skin. The question had managed to pop into her mind again. Now was the time, she decided. “Haz,” She mumbles, seeing his eyes meet her, a small hum being his response to let her know he’s listening. “C-Could y’do something for me?”

He nods, brows furrowing some as he sees her nervous expression, “Anything, darling.”

Y/N’s cheeks flush, a little huff leaving her lips as she prepares herself to say it. A little whine leaves her lips as she sits up, straddling one of his thighs as she sits back on her heels. She’s still completely naked from their previous actions, but Y/N knows better than to be insecure around Harry. “I-I’m gonna sounds stupid,” She starts, “But just think about it, okay? And you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Harry frowns, “What’s got yeh all worked up, lovie?” He rests a hand on her hip, other hand gripping her thigh and pulling it over his leg so she straddles his hips, “Y’can ask me anything.”

She opens her mouth to do it, to finally ask him about what she’d been wanting to do for a year. Though, she closes her mouth again. “Don’t laugh, yeah?” She quietly asks, hands resting on his tummy as she looks down at him. Their position would seem weird to any other person, both completely naked, Y/N sat atop Harry’s lap and not a bit of themselves not exposed to each other, but a serious conversation going on between them.

“Wouldn’t ever laugh at yeh,” Harry promises.

She sighs, looking at him for a couple seconds before inhaling deeply. “I want to paint you,” She blurts, then adding, “Nude.”

Harry’s taken back a bit, as that was not what he was expecting. “You want to paint me... nude?”

Y/N blushes, though nodding, “I just think y’body’s so pretty, all y’freckles and moles, your muscles but also your little rolls. I’ve just always wanted to, y’know, really get close and be able to paint every inch of you...” She’s getting more embarrassed by the second, “Well, not every inch as in, like, your cock, I just-“ She lets out a little huff, one that Harry finds adorable. “Forget I said anything.” She climbs from his lap, walking over to the door so she can go sit on the couch and wallow in self pity. She sounded so stupid!

“Hey, hey, lovie,” Harry pouts, standing up and quickly catching up to her, wrapping her up in his arms from behind. “Why’d y’leave me? Now, I’m cold,” He whines, peppering small kisses behind her ear.

“I sounded so stupid,” Y/N sighs, arms sliding over his that were wrapped around her, “I know y’probably weirded out, but-“

“‘M not weirded out,” Harry chuckles, “You’re an artist, Y/N, and it’d be an honor to have yeh paint me.”

Her cheeks couldn’t get any hotter then, turning to look at him, “Y’serious?”

Harry smiles, “As serious as serious gets, honey bunch.”

She’s quiet, just looking at him for a second before a little squeal leaves her lips and she’s attacking him in kisses. Harry grins as she kisses his lips multiple times, then some around his cheeks and nose and eyes. “C’mon, what are we waiting for?!” She excitedly says, rushing over to her drawer to pull on new panties and a bra, then throwing on a baggy t-shirt and some pajama pants. Harry chuckles at her excitement, grabbing his boxers from before, pulling them on along with sweats and a t-shirt. Right as he’s got his shirt on, she’s excitedly gripping his hand and dragging him out of her apartment. She can’t stop her giddy smile as she drives them to her studio, just a couple blocks from her apartment.

As they’d reached the building, Harry following Y/N as she led him through the place, the two getting in an elevator and going up to the top floor, Y/N inserting a card before it would move. Harry’d never seen her studio, at least not this one. She’d moved to a new studio a couple months before his tour started. When they walk in, Harry realized this one is much bigger than her last one. It has a large glass wall over looking the city, now a soft pink glow cast from the sky and into the open room. It’s mainly just open space, large shelves holding all of her canvas paintings, looking like almost a hundred of them stacked together, another corner holding a wooden table along with a clay wheel, along with a huge block of clay sat in a tightly sealed plastic bag. Then, there’s large canvas’ with half done paintings strewn on the other side of the room: a portion of a face, a landscape, etc. Harry can even see a big figure covered by a large plastic drape, what he can only assume is a clay sculpture.

“This one’s so different from your last,” Harry comments, looking around. He smiles fondly as he sees her work, and he can even recognize a small stack of canvas’ where he can get glimpses of green eyes and brown curls. He glances to his lovie happily, somehow feeling very proud that she paints him in her free time.

“The rent is more, but,” She shrugs, “It’s worth it. I was running out of space for all my paintings, but most of them are up on the market right now and just waiting to be shipped out, so some more space will clear up in eventually.”

Harry nods, seeing her going over to a huge drawer filled with untouched canvas’, her flicking through different sizes until she decides on one, pulling out a huge one. Her arms have to spread out almost completely to hold it, and she sets it on a heavy duty easel, then scrambling back over, but opening a smaller drawer. “Uh,” She looks over at him, a couple pencils in her hand, “Can you, y’know, get naked?”

Harry chuckles, teasing her a bit as he pulls his t-shirt off, “Hm, so eager, lovie. Didn’t we just have sex?”

Her cheeks flare, a sight Harry will never get tired of, “Shut up.” Harry pulls of his boxers and sweats in one swipe, then walking over to her as she continues to look through her vast array of drawing pencils. “Can’t find an HB, lovie?” He knows her so well, well enough that he’s memorized what kind of pencil she likes to do her outlines in the best.

Y/N nods, then letting out a little cheer as she locates one, plucking the pencil out and turning to him. She stops as she’s she takes in his nude state, a little smirk on her lips as she taps his bum. “Hey, no touching the art,” Harry jokes, following her back to her set up canvas. She rolls her eyes, setting her pencils down and walking behind the canvas to the open spot, white walls and floors already offering a perfect blank slate to decorate her scene however she wants it. It takes her a bit to look at what props she has before she figures out exactly how she wants to do this. Grabbing a large white block, she drags it over to him. “C’mere,” she mumbles, gently tugging him closer to it, then instructing him to rest his knee on it and sit back on his heel, other leg casually strayed in front of him. “Just relax y’back,” She says, nodding some as he does so so he’s slouched a bit, not too much, but looking comfortable. “Now, look up as if y’looking at something on the ceiling... rest your hands on y’thighs... perfect, stay right there, hazza.” She backs up to look at him, then a little giddy smile crawling on her lips as she jogs back up to quickly press a kiss to his cheek.

He breaks out in a smile at that, before Y/N is rushing over to her canvas and grabbing her pencil. He can only hear her pencil moving, quick little strokes, then erasing...then more pencil strokes. Harry sits there for a good half an hour, the first couple minutes spent of him taking little glances over at her just to see her cute little expressions as she’s focused. He always loved watching her work, watching as her tongue poked out a bit at the corner of her mouth, brows a bit creased, and eyes so concentrated. Though, this time, she was constantly looking between him and the paper, and so he was caught staring multiple times.

After an hour, she finally backed up from the canvas, a little smile on her lips, looking between her work and him, making sure there was nothing out of proportion or messed up.

“Are you finished?” He asks, looking over. His neck is a bit cramped from leaning back so long, and he stands, stretching out his muscles.

“It’s just an outline,” Y/N tells him, quickly draping a blanket over it before he can peek. “Y’don’t get t’see it until I’ve painted it, and I haven’t even decided if I wanna do acrylic or oil yet.”

Harry laughs at his girl, kissing her temple, “Well, while I’m waiting, how about we make sure y’painting is accurate?”

“How should we do that?”

He casually shrugs, “I hear a lot of artists study what they’re painting very thoroughly.”

“Oh?” She giggles, hands running down his sides, “You don’t think I did enough studying earlier?”

Harry shrugs once more, “I’d count that as me studying you more so.”

“M’studio doesn’t exactly have a bed,” Y/N points out, though halfheartedly because both know that that is not a problem.

“Oh, but it had a floor and a table and windows,” He cheekily smirks, “We’ve never tried windows, hm?”

“You’re lucky that we’re on the top floor, y’perv.”

“You love it,” Harry scoffs before pressing their lips together.

+

It was another week before Harry got any word of the painting. Anytime he’d ask, Y/N would just smile and tell him to wait patiently. It was killing him. Harry’s never been painted before. Well, he’s Harry Styles, so people and fans have painted him before, based off pictures and such, but he’d never been painted before. Not only was this the love of his life painting him, she was painting him from a live outline she’d done, and she was painting him nude, every bit of muscle and fat open to her, every blemish of his skin. And not to overthink himself into a pit, but she was going to be painting his cock for goodness sake! Harry was really a bit nervous that she’d find something she didn’t like about him, something that would end what they had.

Y/N had him come in once more around a similar time of day as the last time, just so that she could get the colors correct. As much as Harry wouldn’t believe it if she told him, Y/N was slowly falling even more in love with him as she progressed through the painting, little smiles falling on her lips as she would add shading where he had a little extra fat, or drawing one of his freckles or moles. She’d made the canvas big so that she could draw every detail of his body in depth, and it was only solidifying how she felt. Harry was an absolute masterpiece. From the brimming abs on his stomach, to his pudgy love handles, and his large hands rested on his muscular thighs that led to his uncut cock (even a bit big when it wasn’t hard), and his tuft of curly pubic hair leading up to his happy trail. Y/N decided that she could look at him for forever, never grow tired of him.

So, when she told him that he could see it, they were both nervous. Harry wanted to see what she saw, and Y/N wanted him to love it as much as she did. The air was thick as she led him back into her studio for the third time, this time to reveal what the other two visits were leading up to.

Neither knew what to say, instead just opting to stand in each others arms for a bit, Y/N’s head rested on Harry’s chest, swaying a bit. “I love you,” She mumbles, looking up at him.

Harry’s eyes meet hers, “I love you, too, lovie.”

Maybe that was really all they needed to say. Y/N slowly pulled herself from him, walking over to her canvas that was in front of him, gripping the sheet that covered it. She bites her lip gently before pulling it off, watching the fabric billow to the ground and reveal her work.

Harry’s eyes met, well, himself. There he was, kneeled on the white block, except Y/N has painted it into a chunk from a Roman column, and Harry also noticed she’d added massive, intricate wings sprouting from his back, looking celestial and powerful. His body has a soft pink glow to it, the background darker, contrasting with his tan skin yet also blending a bit with his messy curls and tattoos.

“Love,” He mumbles in awe.

“Do you like it?” She asks nervously.

Harry really can’t say anything, so he just cups her face and connects their lips in a passionate kiss. “God, I love you,” He mumbles into their kiss.

Y/N’s blushing once more, kissing him back just as sincerely, then pulling away to ask again, “So you do like it?”

Harry laughs, “I love it, really. Sounds narcissistic to say I love a painting of myself, but y’made it so...” He tries to find the words.

“Just say pretty,” She giggles.

Harry chuckles, “I can’t believe I’m dating a baby Van Gogh.”

Y/N rolls her eyes jokingly, “Van Gogh did more landscapes, silly.”

“Oh, my mistake.”

She scoffs, pushing him away teasingly, “I painted you, mister, I deserve more respect.”

“I know, ‘m sorry,” He pouts, collecting her back in his arms, pressing little kisses all over her face, making her squirm in his arms. “You painted me as an angel,so now we’re matching.”

“And you call me a sap,” She jokes, cupping his face to halt his kisses. Their eyes lock, a little smile on her face as she looked at him, his face all squished up from her hands on his cheeks, a dorky grin on his lips and emerald eyes gleaming into hers. “I love you,” She quietly says, kissing his grin.

“Gonna need more than that,” Harry puckers his lips, closing his eyes as he waits for another kiss.

Y/N can’t help but giggle, “Hm, pucker up, angel boy.”

[shaevira]

Au Prompt: I take my grades very seriously and you’re the lazy asshole who asks a ton of off-topic questions to distract the professor and I might be a foot shorter than you but I swear to god I’ll fight you AU

WC: 2.8k

Freezerburn + Cheeky Blake Belladonna.

“So what you’re saying is the cacti juice in Vacuo proved to be valuable in poisoning the rebels just because it made them like super drunk? And so they had like some crazy hallucinations, right?” Yang Xiao Long sounded like an incompetent idiot.

Everyone knows that the Cacti Juice provided medicinal values, but if overdosed, it could lead for severe grand mal seizures to which the rebels of Vacuo thought their teammates had been possessed by the spirits of the Kingdom - which had led the rebels to attack their own in fear of the spirits possessing them too.

Wait a second! This wasn’t even the topic. They were supposed to be talking about the Great Menagerie migration that happened 100 years ago to escape the aftermath of the Mistralian civil war that had occured due to disrest within the capital.

Weiss glared at the back of the blonde’s head who had asked such a stupid question. Weiss had been stuck in this class with this bimbo of a blonde who would constantly interrupt the lessons with asinine questions that usually led them into an hour long discussion of something that was completely off the rails of what they had be originally discussing.

Why was she doing this now? It was 3 weeks away from finals! Weiss knew better than to question ‘why?’ when Yang Xiao Long had been doing these shenanigans all semester. It had taken Weiss nearly all semester to finally lose her cool.

She was a patient girl.

Some days she was alright with the girl’s stupidity who asked stupid questions like “What if Mountain Glenn was the true home base for the mole people?” To which Weiss rolled her eyes and shoved her face into her arms. She would get through this, she told herself...and gotten through it, she had. Almost every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday she had gotten through it.

Weiss didn’t know how the professor didn’t see through all her bullshit. Maybe he was the one in need of a lesson...then again, Professor Port, their World History professor was a very senile man. How he wasn’t dead from just how old he was was already a mystery to Weiss.

How Yang Xiao Long managed to get into college was another mystery in itself.

But this?

Finals week just around the corner? Weiss had enough.

Weiss was already a perfect, grade A student on the dean's list and she wanted to keep it that way. She wondered how the busty blonde compared to her perfect grades, probably not very well if she had to act like that.

The off-topic conversation drolled on. It didn’t matter if Weiss tried to steer the professor back on topic. As Yang would consistently steer them off-topic, and would passive aggressively wink and grin at Weiss, fully aware of what she was doing to Weiss and the rest of the class.

This had slowly begun to anger Weiss, which added onto what everything else Yang had been doing. She wondered if everyone else was just as done with her as she was.

Weiss would put an end to this. Today.

Even if it meant fighting the big blonde brute.

Yang might’ve been built like an mma fighter and an amazonian mixed into one, but a basketball and a soccer player like her probably had no clue how to fight, right?

Weiss huffed, it didn’t matter.

She would confront her. She needed to be ready for the final. If this asshole, and the rest of the class didn’t care about their grades at least she did. She would get her way.

//

Class had let out, and Weiss stalked her rather large prey who seemed to be blissfully unaware of Weiss’s presence and they walked across campus to their cars.

Before Weiss actually let Yang get in and drive off in her car, she stood behind it.

Yang rolled down the window and looked out. “Uh, hey. I think you need to move - I want to go home and you standing in the way of my car doesn’t really help my process of going home.” she snidely commented.

“Yang Xiao -whatever the fuck your name is, I need to have a word with you.” Weiss stated astutely, hands on hips and with a glare that could cut brick.

Yang cut the ignition, and exited her car with a sporting glare of her own. “You got a problem pipsqueak?” she hovered over Weiss menacingly. “Wait a second, you’re that chick from our World History class.” her demeanor changed, a mischievous aura now filled Yang and she crossed her arms and smirked.

Weiss glared. “Excuse me?! My name is Weiss Schnee, and I will be respected!”

Yang laughed in her face. “Right, of course.” sarcasm oozed out of her.

“What is your problem?” Weiss stepped closer looking up at her, hands on her hips and a menacing finger in Yang’s face.

Yang didn’t flinch, and kept her stance. “What’s my problem? Nothing, pipsqueak. You’re the one standing behind my car, in case you didn’t notice.” she motioned over her shoulder.

“No! That’s not what I meant! Why are you such a...insufferable incompetent ignoramus?” Weiss stomped her foot, now clenching her fists and making a scene. Luckily there weren’t many people around the parking lots.

Yang merely stared, seemingly dumbfounded. “Eh?” she tilted her head, not really understanding what Weiss was getting at.

Weiss rubbed the bridge of her nose, “Why. Are. You. SUCH A LAZY ASSHOLE?” she stated bluntly, but with a little more anger in her voice.

“I’m lost, recap?” Yang raised an eyebrow, unphased by the girl having a temper tantrum in her presence.

“I swear, I will fight you…” mumbled Weiss. Weiss was ready to square up. How could someone this dumb make it into college? Weiss remembered through her rage. Scholarships.

She internally groaned.

Through all the ruckus, Weiss had failed to notice someone approach them.

“Yang, what is it with you and the ladies? Is this another one of your failed date attempts?” A black hair girl approached, Weiss turned and recognized the woman to be Blake Belladonna. She was in another of Weiss’s class and luckily she wasn’t as big of a nuisance as Yang was. But how were those two friends?

And did she say ‘failed date attempts?’

Yang eyes widened as did Weiss’s who looked a little astonished.

“W-what?! No!” Yang stepped back from Weiss and made an X motion with her arms.

Blake stepped up to Yang and wrapped her arm around Yang’s shoulder. “Are you sure? This girl is definitely your type.” Blake eyed Weiss up and down. “Feisty. Smart. Pretty. You know I heard her yelling at you from like the Chem building, right?” Blake patted Yang’s shoulder.

Blake was a lot more cheeky then one would presume.

“Blake, I fucking hate you.” Yang glared at Blake, removing her hand from her shoulder. She looked back at Weiss. “Uhh, whatever it was I did...uhm, sorry? Hah...I won’t..do it again?” Yang look a little confused, and well, embarrassed.

Weiss too, looked a little bewildered.

Just exactly what was this about?

Yang fled back to her car, hiding her face as best as she could. Weiss finally moved out of the way with another word while Blake and Weiss watched Yang peel out of the parking lot in a hurry.

“You know she only acts up in your class, right?” Blake crossed her arms, as her eyes followed Yang’s car. “She can be an asshole, but not intentionally. It’s funny too, because I’m pretty sure she would let you beat her up and I know you wanted to.” Blake chuckled.

Weiss turned to Blake and scoffed. “That doesn’t fix the problem that she’s ruining that class! Finals are in THREE weeks, and she has NOT ONCE in the entire semester asked a relevant question.”

“She wants your attention, sweetie.” Blake bluntly stated, her head turned towards Weiss. “She knows how smart you are; but she’s pretty dumb when it comes to everything else. She doesn’t know how to really get your attention without being fucking stupid about it. I’m surprised nobody else has tried to go after her in your class.” Blake paused once more, “Trust me, I’ve seen her try and fail many many times.”

“That makes no sense!” Weiss flailed her arms.

“Yeah, love makes no sense either.” Blake turned and walked away.

Leaving a very confused Weiss in the parking lot.

///

Monday’s class came and Weiss scanned her World History class for Yang. No show. This was odd as Yang had usually never missed class. Surprisingly, without Yang, the class went smoothly and efficiently. Yet, the sudden quietness and lack of commotion had filled Weiss with a sense of unease.

No matter, she thought. She would ace these finals, like she had aced every other class and every other midterm.   

Wednesday class rolled around and again, Yang was nowhere to be seen. Another quiet, and disruption-free class. Weiss was filled with a small anger. Was Yang avoiding her? After what happened on Friday? Was it that really big of a deal?

Besides, didn’t Yang need to learn the material for the upcoming final? How would she learn if she wasn’t in class? What did that imbecile think she was doing?

Weiss’s had been filled with so many questions that Wednesday that were completely unrelated to World History, in fact...she had been thinking solely about Yang. She tried her damned hardest to concentrate, but with the lack of noise and the whole counter-arguments between the class made it hard to do so.

Did Yang actually help Weiss stay interested in the class?

Friday rolled around and once more, Yang was not there. Weiss was able to concentrate this time, but only a little as she had made a plan to leave class early to catch Blake Belladonna as interrogate her.

Five minutes before class let out, Weiss casually walked out the door and waited patiently in the parking lot.

Minutes passed and she spotted the amber-eyed girl casually making her way to her car.

Weiss walked up to her like prey stalking it’s kill. She nearly scared the cat-like girl half to death as Weiss had managed to make her way behind her and touch her on the shoulder. Coming out from her ninja like reaction stance to the scare, Blake turned to to Weiss. “W-weiss?! What the hell? Don’t sneak up on a person like that!”

“Blake Belladonna! Where is Yang Xiao Long?!” Weiss abruptly asked.

“Well, hello to you too. Uhh...Yang is resting?” Blake said.

“Why would she be resting, doesn’t she know she should be studying and coming to class? That idiot won’t pass finals if she doesn’t come!” Weiss lectured.

“Whoa, whoa...calm down pi- I mean Weiss. Well, she slept in on Monday because of some Sunday volunteer event. Then, on Tuesday they had a soccer skirmish, and she tore her ACL and got into surgery pretty fast. She’s out now, so she’s been resting in her dorm.”

Weiss stepped back, a little shocked. She didn’t know Yang volunteered, was Yang actually a good, not lazy person? Wait, she tore something? Her ACL? How little did Weiss know about sports, she wasn’t very sports influenced but if Yang had tore something that required surgery it must’ve been serious. She wondered if it affected Yang’s scholarships here. If she had any.

Weiss didn’t like how she thought about the blonde idiot so often. Or how she slowly started to care about the arrogant asshole who had ruined her whole semester with dumb questions that Weiss would constantly have to correct, or argue about with her and try to steer them all back on topic.

“Oh...do you mind taking me to her?” Weiss now politely asked Blake.

Blake raised an eyebrow. “Uh, sure I guess?”

//

Weiss barged into Yang’s single roomed dormitory. “YANG XIAO LONG!”

Yang flailed popcorn into the air as she turned her upper body around to see a very fiesty short ivory-haired girl invading her home. “Shit. How’d you get in here?!”

Blake waved from the door, stepped out of the room and closed the door leaving Weiss and Yang alone in the room.

“Fucking Blake…” Yang muttered to herself laying her head back on the couch.

“Yang, why didn’t you tell me you hurt yourself?!” Weiss stared at her, with her arms crossed. She tapped her foot impatiently.

“Can’t I relax? I just got home from PT.” Yang groaned.

“How are you supposed to recover and study if you’re out going to PT?!” Weiss sneered.

“Wait, seriously? PT means Physical Therapy. Y’know, to fix help my leg or at least get it moving better.” Yang tilted her head, questioningly.

Weiss stood there, now she was dumbfounded. There was apparently a whole other world that Weiss did not know about.

Weiss looked around the room and pulled up a chair near the couch, which Yang had taken up for very obvious reasons.

“What do you want, anyways?” Yang tried to sit herself up a little straighter as she adjusted her leg. Before Weiss could speak, Yang began once more. “Look, if you’re here about class and whatever and me talking a lot. Yeah, I know what I’ve said and I know what I’m doing. I’m a genuine asshole, there I said it. I’m making an B+ in the class, so the only reason I do it is because I’m bored and there’s a really pretty lady who likes to argue with me about it.” Yang looked at Weiss straight-faced. “If it weren’t for these pain meds, I would totally not be so calm about this.” Yang added.

Weiss sat there with a shocked look about her. “What Blake said was true? You like...like me or something?” Weiss slowly chunked the idea out there. The whole idea that the someone would disrupt a class solely to get the attention of ONE person seemed completely idiotic. Yet, Weiss couldn’t help but find bits and pieces of it endearing.

“Yeah, I do.” Yang sighed.

A silence filled the air.

“Couldn’t you have just told me like a normal human being?!” Weiss scolded her with a frown.

Yang grinned back, she liked the feistiness of Weiss. “No, what fun would that be?!”

Weiss groaned, “Yang Xiao Long if you weren’t in some sort of cast contraption I would be beating you up!” she stared at Yang, who was still widely grinning at her.

“I’d like to see you try shortstuff.” Yang teased.

Weiss stood up over Yang menacingly. “J-just hurry up and get better okay?! So you can come back to class and you can learn what’s needed on finals and no more stupid questions, okay?!”

Yang returned to a straight-face, then to a smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back on Monday. Wait, does this mean I have your attention now because if I don’t...well, I’ve always wondered what the Atlesian military was doing all the way in Vale, wasn’t it to like...take their stuff or something and then like sell it? That’s was the topic last week, right?” Yang put on a fake dumb voice, one she had usually used in class to sound like a top notch dumbass who knew completely what they were doing.

Weiss’s eyes narrowed, knowing what Yang was saying was utter nonsense. “I swear, if you do that, I’ll…” Weiss reared her fist back and faked as if she was going to punch Yang in the nose, but instead flicked her on the nose.

“Ow! That’s rude.” Yang, with quick speed returned the flick movement.

Weiss grabbed her nose and glared.

“You’re cute when you try hard and threaten me.” Yang smirked.

Weiss blushed. “You’re totally insufferable!” she began to leave the room, not wanting to be embarrassed or angered anymore by the big dumb brute.

Yang grabbed onto her arm before she left. “What, no goodbye?”

“I’ll see you Monday, won’t I?” Weiss turned and looked at her.

“Honestly, I was hoping you’d stick around for a bit longer - maybe help me with some of the things I missed.” Yang had a sincere look about her.

Weiss raised an eyebrow. “Only if you tell me about this ACL and how you broke it.”

“I tore it.”

“Oh, right.” Weiss awkwardly smirked.

Yang chuckled.

“Looks like we have a lot of things to learn from each other.” Yang mentioned. “So, we have a deal then?”

“Fine, just no more dumb questions like I said too, alright?”

“Anything for a pipsqueak!”

Weiss groaned.

[natjennie]

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