#thaaaanks these were fun to think about!

[ch0wen]

If you're still taking requests I loooovvveddddd the possessive Tangerine getting in the bar fight if you could do something like that or a continuation of that!!

A/N: Thaaaank you for the love, Meg!!! :) This popped into my head first thing when brainstorming for jealous Tangerine. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you were hoping for but hopefully, it's a fun read...

Tempting the Target | Tangerine x fem!reader

warnings: mention of sexual content, violence, and cursing

You feel the heat. It’s boring through the back of your head. Spreading across the side of your face. Pinking your cheeks. Your skin is getting hotter and hotter. How can one person create this much of a reaction without even touching you?

Maybe because the source of the heatwave is your very attractive and very overprotective partner, Tangerine. You can feel his silent rage but don't want to risk looking over at him to confirm. It's safe to assume his handsome face is scrunched up in irritation because you’re currently flirting with a man named Paul.

"A little green-eyed monster is creeping out," Lemon sing-songs while flipping through his magazine. The Twins are a few rows down out of Paul's sight. Lemon with his back to you and Tangerine opposite to monitor.

Tangerine swipes at his nose causing his brother to guffaw.

“Not a bogey, you git! You're jealous. And that don't make much sense, since you’re the one who suggested she’d be the decoy.”

Tangerine glares at Lemon, “do not put this on me. She was begging to help out and your incessant encouragement that she'd be ‘proper amazing’ or ‘really time you put some trust in her, Tan,’ didn't help at all."

“That’s not what I sound like, right?”

Tangerine’s glare was enough of an answer for Lemon.

“Fuck you. Alls I know is she is doing a good job keeping him distracted and occupied. You’re just possessive as shit.”

Paul, the target, is playfully toying at your ankle which was previously stroking against his calf. You take it as a sign to get closer. He determines your next move before you can by grabbing your hips to tug you forward to straddle his lap. Tangerine is blowing a long expel of air out of his nose while he watches. Fortunately, the noise of frustration is only heard by Lemon. Who pauses his newly begun story to snicker at his brother’s annoyance.

“You’re not listening.”

“Haven’t you said that’s one of my faults?” he grits out.

“Oh! So you do listen?”

One checkpoint in this mission was to figure out how to stun Paul without killing him. The Twins were hired to locate this man and bring him back to Vincenzo, a stereotypical Italian Mafia boss. Apparently, Paul worked alongside him before going AWOL and owes him a lot of money and knows too much. The Twins really dumbed down the explanation of this operation to you while driving to the station. All you knew was that you got a chance to help out your boyfriend and his brother. They’re finally letting you into their world. And it felt amazing.

But their most important focus, since letting you tag along, was that they wanted you to stay safe. So, your task was to seduce Paul into thinking he’s about to have a quick fuck in the train bathroom. Only to be met with one of the Twins who will stun him, out of the public eye, and haul his unconscious body off the train once arriving at Cinque Terre, where they’ll meet with Vincenzo’s goons.

But that was with the impression that you could just use your charm to lure Paul to the bathroom. They underestimated just how shamelessly horny this guy could be. He knows there are at least two other people in this train car with him but here he is sneaking his hands up your dress.

Tangerine's eyes never left you. He was watching. Monitoring. While it was torture to see you get groped by this scumbag, he knew it was all a part of the plan. But the idea of Paul actually believing he could get lucky with you makes his hands grip the armrests even tighter. They’re meant to let this play out but this feels wrong, and he’d be damned if the guy’s fingers creep any further up your leg.

You mask any indication that you’re uncomfortable with Paul’s hands all over you by nervously laughing. To men that just sounds like flirtatious giggles. Good cover. He buries his face into your neck, the way Tangerine does to breathe you in in the mornings when he grants himself a few extra lazy moments to stay in bed. To ignore the disgust in the pit of your stomach, risk ruining the plan, and disappoint the Twins, you’re putting yourself in this recent memory of Tangerine grabbing for you after work. His hands transform into Tan’s, which are now gripping too harshly at your hips. 'His' newly shaved face rubbing against your sensitive skin. 'His' dick pressing against you…-

okay, that’s enough!

He is not Tangerine. You’re realizing you’re truly in over your head thinking you could disconnect enough to assist them in a mission.

From the angle you’re perched on Paul’s lap, you can see over his seat. You steal a glance towards the Twins. Tangerine’s eyes immediately find yours. They were empty. You can’t react fast enough to send him any sign of reassurance. But his look was a confirmation that you needed to stop whatever this was. You pull back to stare down at Paul. Forcing a smile. Hands caress his chest as you climb off of him.

You fake a seductive look before sauntering down the aisle toward the restroom. Your fingers dance over Tangerine's arm as you pass as a form of comfort. It's assumed Paul was too focused on your departure to notice the secret interaction. But Tangerine doesn't miss the way Paul's eyes are glued to your ass, with your dress partially hiked in the back.

"Fuck the plan," he seethes.

He’s up. Slamming Paul's head into the window. Lemon is incoherently scolding Tangerine while lunging out of his seat after him. You freeze in your tracks at the sound of commotion. Once you spin around you’re greeted with Tangerine’s blind frenzy.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Your words fall on deaf ears. Tangerine’s fist pounds into Paul’s lip. It’s evident that the initial blow to the window knocked him out immediately. The guy’s limp body shook with Tangerine's beating. His strong thighs pinned him to the ground. Each collision to his face spits out blood that was pooling in his mouth. Some of it splattered on Lemon’s sleeve during his efforts to stop his raging brother.

“Oh, come on. You got blood on me, you twat.”

“Tan, stop it! Lemon. People could come through at any second. Please do something.”

As Tangerine revs his arm back for another swing, Lemon grabs it to harshly stop him. Pinning it down tight against his back. Tangerine squirms to break out of his hold. But Lemon smacks him upside the head in what only can be described as a brotherly fashion.

Tangerine is panting. Paul lays unmoving underneath him. His chest still rising and falling. The only telltale sign that Tangerine didn't kill him.

"I guess I'm on clean-up duty," Lemon huffs as he shoves Tangerine out of the way.

____

You're all sat in silence. Tangerine next to you; face stoic but thigh bouncing through the remaining adrenaline. In the aftermath, he was a second away from dragging you off to the bathroom to rid himself faster of this chemical imbalance. But Lemon was grumbling insults as he tidied up, and Tangerine wanted to avoid the chances of a full-on scolding from Lemon for sneaking off to fuck after wreaking havoc. Your hand rests on his leg; slowing it to a stop.

Lemon is sitting opposite you, next to Paul. His hands are bound with a phone charger below the table to avoid suspicion from a passerby.

“This definitely was one way to subdue the target.”

As he directs that comment toward Tangerine, he places an angry-looking cartoon train on Paul's forehead. The blood on his face makes his skin tacky and the sticker loses its adhesive. Causing it to slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, almost like a real train disembarking out of a station down some winding tracks.

"But it was a bit of an overkill."

"Lem. I'll shove that sticker book so far down your fucking throat."

[volturiprincess]

WHAT I ADORE THE ROMANIAAAAANS

PLEASE HC ABOUT DOMESTIC THINGS WITH THEM

THAAAANKS

The Domestic Life w/ Them

A/N: I adore them too 🫶🏼, I hope this is what you were looking for. I can't believe how many people been asking requests for them (I have two more request 😁). I think I might have them done today because currently im on fire on finishing them and the coffee is just wonderful currently 😂.

When they find out you are their mate and human, they decided to settle down for a bit until you are ready to be turned 

They have a cabin in the woods that meets their needs and yours 

Since you are still human, you have to still either cook or eat take-out, so when you cook, at least one or both are all over you 

It's a hassle to make your food because their hands all over you and stealing kisses from you at any chance they get (you scolded them before so they decided to sit and watch you now)

You tried teaching them to cook but one time Vladimir caused a fire and you all decided for your safety and theirs to not let that happen again 

Other than cooking, you three spend hours reading outside in this small clearing where little sunrays break through the trees

Those sun rays hit your mates which gives them that sparkle you are fascinated with 

At night depending on the weather, you three are taking a little stroll through the woods with each one, on either of your side holding your hand 

You guys end up talking about anything and you are telling them about modern things while they tell you about their past life 

When it gets cold, they will basically put you in a cocoon of blankets and cuddle with you by the fire, and one them ends up reading to you (you like hearing them talk and there accents kill a little each time 🫠)

When it's time to sleep one of them sleeps with you at a time, while the other one is on watch 

Vladimir surprisingly is the more clingy one (who would of thought? 😂), he has a harder time letting you go to get ready for the day in the morning while Stefan respects your space (“But love, why do you have to get ready for the day? You're already beautiful like this??)

When you go shopping with them, Vladimir ends up holding everything you want (might add some things to the pile when you are not looking that he thinks you would look amazing in) while Stefan is the one suggestion things you might look good in (he’s your fashionista of a mate)

Overall the domestic life with them is calm and relaxing until Vladimir gets clingy and refuses to leave you, that is the time Stefan makes fun of him “Wow Vlad, didn’t think of you as the clingy one” 😂, “Shut up Stefan” 😡

[cyborg-franky]

Hey Franky could I request either "It's you. it's always been you." or “Would I tuck them in bed and kiss them on the forehead? Yes. Would I fuck them in bed and then pepper kisses all over their face? Also yes. But neither of those options have to mean anything.” with Law or Kid? Thaaaank youuuuu~

I don't simp for Kid but I always forget how much damn fun I have writing him.

Kid x GN Reader SFW WC: 450

“You like them,” Killer said, not a question, a statement as he set down a playing card on the table. 

Heat and Wire looked at one another before diecding it was better to keep their eyes on their hands, pretending their losing arrangement of cards were more interesting then the can of worms Killer had just pried open without a care in the world.

“What?” Kid snapped, already knowing what he meant but even he could play dumb sometimes, sadly Killer was sharp, sharper then the blades he battled with. Kid stared at the card on the table, a declaration of war just as much as the words that he’d said.

He pushed a stack of chips to the center, leaning on his elbow as he slammed down a card, muttering to himself. “They like you back, I think it’s stupid to keep beating around the bush, everyone can see it,” Killer added as he pushed more chips against the ones his captain had set down.

Kid snorted and rolled his eyes “Everyone?” Killer nodded and he stared at Heat and Wire who mumbled and shrugged their shoulders, a half-baked attempt at trying to stay neutral. Kid laughed and grabbed his beer, taking a swig and watching as Killer set down another card.

“Would I tuck them in bed and kiss them on the forehead? Yes. Would I fuck them in bed and then pepper kisses all over their face? Also yes. But neither of those options have to mean anything.” Kid snapped as he tossed down his last card, convinced he’d won.

“But don’t like them in that way?” Killer prodded and placed his last card, Wire chuckling as Killer won, and not just the card game, pulling all the chips towards himself, Kid hitting his fist on the table, making the piles tumble.

“And so what if I fuckin’ do?” He hissed and that was when you walked into the room.

“You like me back?” You asked as everyone whirled around to stare at you in the doorway.

“Fuckin’ fuck…..” Kid watched you walk towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder, he flinched for a moment before he relaxed under your touch. “Yeah, I do… happy?” He grunted though the last part was aimed at Killer who he was sure was grinning behind that mask like a cat who’d gotten the cream, bastard.

He felt his heart do a summersault as your lips quirked into a smile and your eyes lit up, wrapping around arms around his neck as he grumbled complaints as the others around the table breathed a sigh and a silent about time.

[acre-of-wheat]

Tagged by @spybrarian! Thaaaank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

I have 26

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

338,736

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to write Clexa, but now I just write Tanthamore

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Network Connectivity Issues (ahead by a lot)

A story I'm deeply in love with writing, due to its closeness to my heart and because of the novel way it's written-- which is live on a discord server whenever the mood strikes. Fanfic is typically serialized work, but this feels like...even closer to that immediacy, and it can be quite electric.

The Pieces

A collaborative collection of one shots in the Kinkverse universe (talked about below)

The Bite

Canon compliant fic about longing and how it can come out in your teeth.

The Stones

Essentially a sick fic with some fun world building

The Test

Long distance edging and denial. The fantasies were some of my favorite things to write.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Sometimes it takes me awhile!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

Out of finished fics I suppose it would be The Beloved Prey, though I do have a handful of things I've written to continue that.

Unfinished it would be the unpublished sequel to My Own Echo.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

I think maybe The Stones. Magic holding and accepting Jade because of Kit's love for her feels pretty happy.

Oh! And Network Connection Secure. The Cam girls having a proposal moment that's distinctly them? Very sweet and I wrote it for Christmas.

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Not on these ones!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

Yes, yes I do. The majority of my work contains it. I think the weirdest I've written (so far) is probably Spare the Rod.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I'm not really big on crossovers, so this isn't something I've done. I'll go hard on an AU though.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope! Translation is an art in itself-- I think I'd find the idea of someone doing that a little daunting?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Kinda! @swashbucklery, @spybrarian, @commanderbuffy and I have all written pieces in what we call the Kinkverse. It was a brain child of mine that started with The Lesson, but has since become a collaborative writing world. It's been one of the most lovely experiences of my creative life. J has also written some supplemental material for NCI that I adore. @barmaid-anon and I brainstorm deranged plot ideas constantly, and she is my best/worst little gay graphic critic.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going to need to say Tanthamore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

I'm not going to speak this into existence. I'll say that there are a few fics that I have agonized over for a very, very, very, very, very long time.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

I think I get to the point pretty well. I keep action and development moving. I think I do some good figurative language. I trust my instincts on where a story needs to go next.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

The Agonies. The connective tissue between important scenes. Not knowing what to have characters do when they're on their own. Run on sentences. Too many WIPs and not enough commitment.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

I haven't ever found it necessary? I guess I feel about it the way I feel about captions for another language. You know when captions will say "speaks in a foreign language?" Bane of my existence. Either translate it or get out of here.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty Little Liars. I was a big Paily fan for awhile there. Those live back on fanfiction.net

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

The Past feels really good to write because it pulls together all these threads in my brain for the Kinkverse girls, and it feels very unifying for that vision. It's satisfying connecting the dots.

As for who to tag on this: @barmaid-anon, @commanderbuffy, @swashbucklery, @multiplefandommess, @vetiverriver, @onlyshestandsthere, @claymoressword, @kittanthaloselorashield

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 12

wow what a conveniently expository conversation theyre having just after beaming down

no chekov dont enter the spooky building

holy shit a dead dude

yep that dude sure is dead

holy shit alive people

weirdly loud and intense music

obviously old people think theyre in their late 20s. uh oh

old guy: "elaine was so beautiful. so beautiful." kirk: :T

yes kirk we get it ur into blondes

"old friend" ok so shes his ex. how many exes does this dude have

"when my husband died" so shes single. alright

i think i realized why i find so many of the Kirk Romances boring and annoying and only some of them fun and interesting. most of them are entirely on the basis of "shes blonde and hot and likes him because hes blonde and hot," and all the interesting ones actually establish chemistry and tension and its not just showing that theyre attracted to each other, its showing WHY. and then the boring ones just assume u understand why kirk wants to bang this blonde chick of the week. i actually dont. shes boring, show me why he wants her

obviously plot relevant comet mentioned off-handedly by spock as having not been investigated

kirk having memory troubles methinks

it seems the whole crew is becoming Old

topless kirk <3 thaaaanks <3333

kirks definitely having memory troubles

kirks tummy is so good

kirk has Body Pains

mccoy has gray hairs. theyre all entering their dilf eras

mckirk sexual tension

kirk has arthritis. lmao

they tried to make kirk look like hes balding by just slicking back his hair. he looks kinda goofy

mccoy looks ancient

mccoys southern accent is coming out

whoever wrote this episode thinks aging is horrifying

off-screen lady is off-screen

ok blonde doctor lady is starting to get interesting. my favorite part of this is that kirk points out that she talks like spock. interesting of u to say abt a lady ur hot for kirk.

blonde doctor lady is into dilf kirk. aight

honestly they didnt make kirk very dilfy :/ they shouldnt have slicked his hair back like that, it looks silly

kirk calls out that blonde doctor lady is into older men

alright this is a good love interest. im cool with this

chekov is grumpy

kirks memory troubles are starting to become problematic

kirks napping <3

woah so crazy how the comet was plot relevant

kirk you gotta go take another nap or something

weird tinfoil dildo

spock says Its Too Cold

commodore guy says kirk is getting too stupid to be captain

"this isnt gonna hurt a bit" "thats what you said the last time!" "did it hurt?" "yes!"

dead lady

kirk is obviously insecure

spock were in crisis i think its fine if kirk repeats himself sometimes for a bit. give him time to fix this

mccoys napping <3

kirk is canonically 34

kirk is grounded

kirks being funny <3

kirk does make a good point that theyre wasting time they could spend fixing this problem

commodore dude immediately makes dumb decisions

kirk as a rambling old man is fun to watch

hes acting like a jilted lover with spock. i love this show

the camera is still obsessed with kirks ass

hahahaha this show thinks radiation poisoning can be treated

commodore dude forgot about the space cold war

kirk is once again in restraints

"it could cure or kill" so itll obviously work

kirk has no fear of death

camera is weirdly focused on kirks crotch

yes lets zoom on his crotch while he writhes on the bed in pain. i couldnt make this shit up if i tried

commodore dude doesnt know shit about the space cold war

kirk is Fine now. damn i almost forgot how sexy he is

kirk is so good at captaining

the romulans should know that kirk would never blow up his ship. dont they even watch star trek

mcspock banter

"well, gentlemen, all in all, an experience well remember in our old age- /stops, reaches for his back with a surprised and thoughtful expression, then adjusts so it looks like hes just holding his hand on his hip/ ...which wont be for some while, i hope" youre 34 kirk it happens

[postwarlevi]

You and Jean are bee keepers!

How does it go? Do you sell just honey, or do you make things with it and sell? What's your shop looking like?

Beekeeping?! Ohhhhh, I got a lot to learn on that!

Also I know I told you but I went doing research so that's why it took me a minute to get to this haha! Thaaaank you! OMG I had fun with this!

But it makes sense (I think) cause we have some new fruit trees and bushes that would love bees help and vice versa, and a small sunflower and lavender garden. And if I've learned one thing from going to the market, it's bees love sunflowers!

So, Jean and I read up on it and decide we can do it! Get our supplies and set up 6 hives to start with (we read as a hobby 20 is manageable for 2 people but we're just getting started!) and contact another local keeper to get some bees!

We let them be at first and in no time at all they're showing up around the garden. There's a huge space for them to go so usually don't see more than a couple at a time in one spot.

I'm kind of afraid at first even with the gear on so kind of watch Jean from afar fumble his way through checking on all the bees and have a mini panic attack when he asks for my help. Yes Jean, I knew what we were getting into, but no, I didn't now what we were getting into!!

But we do it! From what we learned we only check on them every week or so and don't take honey too early, so instead focus on keeping everything in order and if there's overcrowding start more hives. We get up to 10!

I get less afraid over time and with more practice we both feel comfortable and I love how the bees are affecting our garden! Not to say I haven't gotten stung once or twice. My fault, I'm sure. Thankfully neither of us are allergic!

Eventually it is time! These really are busy bees and we learn how to harvest from the hive and are not too efficient at first and only get through half in a day before it gets too late, and finish the next day. Though it's safe to eat the honey right from the honeycomb we learn to filter it and separate the honey from the comb and save it for wax!

We start looking into all sorts of things to do. Honey is the obvious and we think about our garden and how much it's thriving and figure out how to make lavender infused honey! With the beeswax we learn to make lip balms and hand salve!

We save some things for ourselves and pay to get a small tent open at our local market and call friends we know to come down and we are sold out by mid day!!

We have filtered honey, honey lip balms and hand salves, all with or without lavender.

We are totally over the moon and would like to continue. We both decide a little more hard work will pay off and double our hives. We are careful not to bother them though so only commit to once a month at the market, and by month three need a bigger stall.

New products are raw honey, honey and beeswax soap, with or without lavender, lavender candles, and this yummy sunflower seed and honey wheat bread. People call ahead to request it, and thankfully it doesn't use much honey and we have LOTS of sunflower seeds! Our lip balm is also a big seller.

Sometimes we have to switch out what products we have and start a website with when we'll be at the market and what we're selling that week. We let people order ahead to be prepared with how much to bring. The candles get requested for birthdays and people as if we do gift baskets. Those could be on the way!

And we're looking to expand even more! First with the types of honey we have with a citrus, either orange blossom or lemon, and also blackberry. Then small bottles of lavender essential oil, and bottles of sunflower oil. We're also looking into a honey and coconut oil face wash and a natural deodorant.

Everything in our garden is for the bees, and it's because of them, that we are so successful. Our garden is growing with more space and the new fruit trees/bushes. We still have our regular jobs but this is making us a pretty penny to put aside :)

[celestie0]

WOW ITALY THAT'S EXCITING! I’ve always wanted to visit Europe (or anywhere outside Asia) but I haven’t gotten the chance yet 😭💔 ESPECIALLY ITALY. I NEED TO EAT AT LEAST ONE PLATE OF PASTA IN ITALY BEFORE I DIE 👹

but oh my gosh it does suck to travel around when you aren’t feeling your best :((( I hope you’re feeling a lot better now, ellie! get lots of rest and drink plenty of water !! (not me lecturing the med student LMAO)

as for me, I’m doing good! I’ve been lazing around, enjoying my last few weeks of freedom before uni starts. I’ve also been self-studying pre-calc ! I took AP stats back in high school because the uni I was originally aiming for allowed students to take stats instead of calc so I never properly studied pre-calc and calc 😭 (I was homeschooled btw so my subjects were pretty flexible) but plans changed and I decided to enroll in a different uni that required to take both stats and calc for the course I’m taking soooo 💔😭

but on a happier note, I’m meeting up with a close friend I haven’t seen since her family moved to Australia about 10 years ago !! her flight is in a couple of weeks and I’m sooo soo excited wbdjssj!! we’re gonna gossip about lame irl boys and gush about hot fictional men for sure 🤫

that’s all from me for now! I hope you’re enjoying your vacation so far! 💖

- 🫶 anon

HIII darling omg i’m so sorry this took me a while to respond to things were a lil hectic over here 😭😭😭

HAHAH no fr the pasta here is magnificent and the pizza too. literally the most random spots on the side of the road have like the best pizza i’ve ever eaten in my life. it almost makes the travel nausea n dehydration n chronic exhaustion worth it 🤣🤣 (i am such a delicate person)

thanks my love!! gosh idk i’ve just been STRUGGLINGGG out here like my body really struggles when it’s been taken out of its ecosystem n i am feeling the effects 🥲😅 buuuuut we’re flying back home today n tomorrow so :”) im gonna be happy to be home, except i leave for roadtrip right after buuuut at least it’ll be in the states where there is iced coffee n central air conditioning. BUT I STILL LOVED ITALY SM I DONT WANT TO SOUND LIKE I WASNT SO HAPPY N GRATEFUL TO GET TO TRAVEL HERE 💗💗💗

yesss my love enjoy that freedom!! hope you’ve been indulging in hobbies that may have escaped you when busy <3 ik that’s what i used to do when i had breaks from school lol. ALSO SAME I TOOK AP STATS IN HS TOO EYYY also noooo omg that sucks but it’s ok bb!! soon enough it’ll be over n you never have to look at calculus ever again 😭 it’s so good that you’re pre studying for it tho i think that’ll really help you for sure!!

AW OMG FRIEND REUNION THATS SO SWEET i hope you two have the best time!! seeing ppl you havent seen in forever is soooo crazy but sm fun cuz it’s like wow sm has changed but sm has stayed the same too n it’s like wow. especially chidlhood friends!! have u guys kept in touch over the years or is this sort of out of the blue meet up after being apart for a while?

thaaaank youu darling i am typing this ask out while suffering from a mild tummy ache so tysm for the sweet words that have distracfed me temporarily from the pain 🤣 much love from me!!

- ellie 💕

[kyloreno-911]

thaaaanks for the tag @thoseeyeslikefire

First, Last, Next and Favourite Concerts!

Tagging (as always don't feel obliged!): anyone that would like to do this

First Concert

I have a terrible memory so the year might be wrong but I think it was 2003. The local rock radio channel used to put on an annual concert at an amphitheater next to the river. It consists of a really big steep hill that goes down into a half-seated/half-standing pit area that is blocked off with fencing and it's like recessed if that makes sense. (this is important)

I saw a couple of bands but the only one I remember was Saliva. I went with two friends, my older brother, and his girlfriend at the time. We bought tickets for the steep hill area and just chilled up there most of the day. Then when it started raining and Saliva came on that night we climbed the fencing area and got into the pit area that was rapidly filling with water. I think it got up to my shins and we kicked it around and just had so much fun with it lol. I remember wearing TRIPP pants and they were absolutely waterlogged at the end of the concert while having to walk back to the car. I also woke up with so many bruises.

Last Concert

This will be a two-part- so the last show was a punk house show in June. It was small and intimate, my sister-in-law's band had an EP release party. If you are interested in her band it's House Plant, you can find them on Spotify. Their EP is called "Are You Restless?" They are really good- my favorite song is Nobel Prize.

Last big concert---fucking My Chemical Romance in September of 2022. It was so amazing, the same sister-in-law had an extra ticket so I went with her. We drank way too much, probably made fools of ourselves and MCR were tiny little ants from where we stood but OMG it was just insane. We only saw MCR because we stood in the merch line forever but really we reallllly just wanted to see MCR.

Next Concert

Ice Nine Kills!! Get to see them next week with my husband and I cannot shut up about it. Also, get to see Slaughter to Prevail & Crown the Empire so that will be fun. Falling in Reverse is headlining and I'm not that big of a fan but don't hate them so I'm sure that will still be enjoyable. I'm just so fucking excited for INK.

Favourite Concert

This doesn't really align with my preferred genre because it is folk punk/folk rock buuuuttt...

2014- Iron and Wine. I was in a tough time in life when I found Iron and Wine and at this time I was already a huge fan. My older brother surprised me with tickets. I went with my husband, sister, and older brother. At that time I was deep into agoraphobia and heavy mental illness... but I was getting out the fucking house to see motherfucken Sam Beam. I was highly uncomfortable but, it was like something changed as soon as he was on stage. That sounds dramatic but that concert was definitely a stepping stone into helping me overcome some stuff. I think we were like 15 feet from the stage and I was just awestruck. He also played Woman King and that's my favorite song from him (so much so I have it tattooed on the fronts of my ankles) and it was just one of the best nights of my life. If you haven't heard this song, it is definitely a must.

[radioprune]

tagged by your favorite local celebrities gia @giaucherie and B @frogeye-pierce to answer these!

nickname: haze

zodiac: libra 

height: 5′3″. i’m like davy jones but a girl

last movie i saw: love and mercy

last thing i googled: hail hail rock and roll

favorite musician: i don’t know!! as you all know my favorite band is the beatles but i don’t think any of them is my favorite musician still i’m having a phase with them rn and can’t think of anyone. carole king? george gershwin? scott joplin? 

song stuck in my head: picasso’s last words

other blogs: my main is @combefferre which i’m sure most of yinz know by now and that’s my only other one. i have my old url saved as well as another isirta one if i ever feel like shaking it up again

blogs following:  741? that’s seems like a lot idt half of those are active tbh

amount of sleep: usually i can’t stay asleep longer than like 6 hours :/

lucky number: 6! like 6 not 6 factorial haha a little math joke. for those who don’t know i did 75% of a math minor before i flunked out of it :-)

what am i wearing: my jammies :) a tshirt from my study abroad program and sweatpants that i got for free when i was working at a summer camp a couple years ago

dream job: novelist, english teacher, mailman. but with a walking route bc i don’t ever want to learn to drive

dream trip: i was supposed to go to the edinburgh fringe festival last summer and couldn’t for obvious reasons so i’d really love to do that!!!!

favorite food: peaches. close second is french fries with tzatziki sauce

play an instrument: piano, cello, guitar, bass to varying degrees of competence. guitar’s my best probably since even though i’ve been playing piano since i was 6 i only took lessons for a year so can only read bass clef from my experience w the cello. i know theory and can play by ear pretty well tho! at all times imagine i’m wearing a big t shirt that says i <3 music. 

languages: well? english. i took spanish for nine years but can barely get by, latin for 3 but that doesn’t really count, and i went to hebrew school for a few years but can only read and write it phonetically, not understand it

favorite songs: my favorite song off my favorite album is and will probably always be “i’m looking through you” for whatever reason, so there’s that. obviously the run of the mill demo, and currently “what am i doing hangin round” hiiiiiii mr michael nesmith i just want to talk

random fact: like about me or in general? umm i have a slight obsession with vexillology and can identify most country flags! and for instance for a few decades until 2011 the libyan flag was entirely green and the only national flag to be only one color. 

describe yourself as aesthetic things: ummm the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, you know? city stuff, skyscrapers and rattling trains, the current of the river making it lap up against the pier, calloused fingertips and blisters on your ankles, the cold breeze you only feel when you’re near a body of water, the smell of old books (the smell of new books too), old tickets whether it’s for a train or a movie or a show, and converse sneakers. 

i’ll tag @raksheshi @fieryphrazes and @herrlichersonnigertag if you want!

[thebeautyoffanfics]

i respect you so much for carrying the tbhk fandom with your fics,,, im inlove with them all. may i request hcs about teru who pines for a gn!reader, and the reader knows about this, it's just that they're a huge tease and likes to attempt in making teru flustered even for once. and to add a not so plot twist, reader actually also likes him ughtjgj

teru minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: aaaaaaah but i respect you so much for enjoying both tbhk and requesting,,,,, thank you so so much, that made me smile so hard- and! Sure thing! Hehe, this really was fun to write- so!! Thank you so much for requesting, I really hope this turned out alright!!!! <3

aaaah if only I had Teru Minamoto pining after me to look forward to in school,,, sob /lh

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,023

Teru Minamoto is usually the tease- when the roles are reversed like this, though he’s mainly good at keeping his calm, on the inside he has no idea what to do.

“(Y/N), good morning. You look lovely for it being so early.”

“Do I? Is this implying that I usually look bad in the morning? But thaaanks~.”

“I- no? Absolutely not. It’s just a surprise to see such a charming face this early.”

“This almost feels derogatory to our classmates. Buuuuut, thaaaanks~.”

“That’s not what I-”

Alas, (Y/N) is already sitting down at their desk, investing themself into another conversation.

Honestly, your constant teasing and ignoring his flirts make him only that much more interested in you. He’ll try not to show it, but it just makes him want to try harder to move your heart. And yet… why was his heart the one doing flips-?

“(Y/N), you styled your hair differently,” He spoke, gently touching the side of your face. His touch was barely there, knowing that touching anyone was a certain stretch, but after being friends for the time you two had- he hoped he wasn’t making you uncomfortable, but he was sure you’d let him know what your boundaries were. “It looks great.”

“Does it? But, no matter how much I change my hair, yours is always the same… it’s kind of messy, Teru. Kou’s messy hair is cute, since he’s rowdy, but I’m not sure it’s the best look for the school’s prince. I’ll buy you a hairbrush if you want?”

“...ah- actually, my hair seems to fall like this no matter how I brush it.”

“That certainly makes sense. Have a lovely day, Teru!”

Even if it was a slight insult, Teru would find himself sighing with a smile on his face at the thought of that interaction. It was things like that- his attempts at complimenting you, wanting nothing more than to see you blush, then having you turn the tables on him. Though he tried to turn them back, you always seemed to have the last word… really, it was something.

“Say, Teru, why on earth are you so focused on me? This is study hall, but the studying is meant to be done on the books, not on your cute classmate.”

“Oh. Sorry, (Y/N), I’m afraid it’s just as you said. I must have gotten distracted~.”

Teru certainly had a way with words… but! You did to, in a way-

“No worries, I understand. Staring is rude though, except for maybe on dates,” You paused, offering him a teasing smile, then laughing rather loudly. You covered your mouth, an action Teru found rather cute, then spoke again.

“Kidding, of course. I’m sure our princely President wouldn’t be interested in a peasant such as myself! How silly, isn’t it?”

“Silly? Is it now? Because, I’d say my feelings towards you are anything but silly.”

“Then, why don’t you try a bit more of a direct method?”

You leaned forward, the smile never leaving your face- a little too close, just close enough, then leaning back as you stood up. You glanced at him secretly, trying to play it off like you weren’t interested in looking at him- getting a glimpse at the very slight pink dusting his face. “Nooo, what a reputation killer that would be. Who am I kidding? Plus, where’s the guarantee that I’m interested? Maybe persistent charmers such as yourself are too far off my radar, there’s no telling~.”

At that point, your relationship with him would stray further into “Akane and Aoi” territory. Akane’s confessions being constantly rejected by Aoi- Teru’s flirts and romantic implications being constantly pushed away by you. Both you and Aoi doing it with a smile, both Akane and Teru finding the strange game of cat and mouse entertaining.

“(Y/N)... when you smile like that, it’s almost like those dreary clouds move away, letting the sunshine into the room.”

“Hmm… how cheesy! 1 point!”

“One-? No, never mind that, are my confessions really going to be counted with points? You’re taking me so lightly, (Y/N).”

You laughed lightly, shrugging as you did so. “If you’re going to be so relentless, I guess I can take tips from Aoi and make it more like a game show~.”

“I’m being downgraded to Akane? You kill me,” Teru sighed, bringing a hand to his head dramatically.

It really is entertaining- Teru flirting with you constantly, sure, but… when you flirted with him? It was such a surprise? Every single time? He grew so used to you passing off his flirts, barely acknowledging them, that when you countered with a compliment he would be as caught off guard as you could catch him.

“You’re so cute, (Y/N)... I’ve never seen someone so happy to win a silly game.”

“Why thank you. But, I think I’m so happy, because a cutie like you was cheering me on! Your charming voice was my encouragement~. Unfortunately, I need to go now though. Catch you later, Teru!”

Teru genuinely didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye to you. By the time your words were processed, you were out of sight, leaving a red to settle into his face. Never had he been so flustered- you would have done most anything to see it, you knew, but you would settle for knowing that you had to have some effect on him.

That was the day he knew he’d step his flirting game up a notch! The next day, after school, he caught you for a moment- it was that day he properly confessed his feelings. He was half expecting it, but-

“Like? Ohh, you have a crush on me? Cute! Thanks for letting me know, sweetheart~ but, you’ll have to try a little harder to win my heart. I look forward to your attempts to swoon me?”

“...” Teru sighed, a smile threatening to spread across his face, “I have a good feeling that you like me as well. But, if what you want are these endless confessions, then so be it. I look forward to swaying your heart further.”

[gallawitchxx]

Hey Bee! I had a question arising from the last chapter of An Exception to the Rule, and I thought I would ask you here so you can take the tumblrinas to witchy school if you so desire.

[Spoilers? Ahead]

Liza, when she puts out the spread says 'have we ever done it in as few as four before?' and then later once Mickey says ok she says 'Alright, so we did it in 7. Not bad!'

and it has me wondering, is there some particular outcome you are trying to achieve when reading? What is the 'it' she is talking about? Is it Mickey's acceptance? Is it an understanding of what the cards are telling them?

It seemed like an interesting thing to me that she would be trying to do 'it' in as few cards as possible, and not something I have ever come across before.

Thaaaanks and I love your story and you and witchy mickey ok byeeee 🖤

HOWL! my love, my dear! 🖤 love love love this question!

for those who haven't checked out chapter 4 of an exception to the rule, it's ok, you're right on time, just click here 🔮

*cracks knuckles*

*fires up slideshow presentation*

*spouts off about witchy goodness under the cut*

liza & mickey

yes, they like to mess around & play off of each other, but both of them strike me as folks who deeply trust the space created in a reading because they've had personal experiences that've led them to connect with the cards & "believe" in it all. working together with the cards has saved both of their lives as its allowed them to process & heal & step back into their own personal power--i may be so inclined to write mickey's first reading with liza during his angry little kitten phase!!!

that all being said, the card count thing came through as a cheeky joke between the two of them because while they love what they do, neither of them are the type to beat around the bush. they both enjoy a more straightforward reading, so the idea that they'd only need the initial spread was kind of a fun like, wow that was so to the point--ian's the sun, it'll be good if you can let it be, there's some literal poetic justice here & also you may roll your eyes, but it's a wish granted. bada bing! bada boom! 💥

then, it felt right to have her mention the actual count at the end, but it was also a nod to 7--my personal lucky number that i've already weaved into the story. (77 was the page number of the bay leaf spell in the witchcraft book!)

IRL

in a real card reading there is no limit to or standard of how may cards get used & there's absolutely no prize for doing it in fewer cards. i actually think that counting cards in that way could become ethically unsound & more about the ego/perceived skills of the reader instead of servicing the client's needs.

the IT though that you reference is quite real & it varies from reading to reading. generally speaking, there's a moment (or you hope for one!) where all parties feel that the reading is complete.

sometimes yes, it comes when the client feels satisfied. mickey's final "okay" signaled to liza that he had gotten what he needed & she was in the clear to wrap things up. other times, i have felt the energy shift when whoever the client is communicating with reaches a point where they feel they've said everything.

most typically though, i steer us to that IT when i notice the clock is ticking & we're running out of time 😉

there's never a desired outcome because cards are like mini therapy sessions & it can be hard to always wrap them up in a tidy bow. but i do like for folks to walk away with some sense of validation/assuredness/support in what's known & unknown, as well as have many more questions to walk away with to sit & reflect on.

- - - - -

WOOF. i hope you enjoyed that witchy novel & i hope that spoke to what you were getting after!

thank you for reading & for loving witchy!mickey & liza. they're both quickly becoming so important to me 🥺🥺🥺

[shozaii]

HELLO AND CONGRATS ON 600 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ CAN I PLEASE REQ NO. 8 ITS ALL FOR YOU FOR THE LYRIC PROMPT FOR BSD FYODOR PLS?? TY GOTTA GO FASTTT🏃🏃🏃

WOAHHHHH ANON!!!!! 🥰💖💖thaAAANK you so so mucH!!🥺🤍🤍❤️❤️ i honestly feel like you chose this lyric prompt combination very well😳🖐this is also my first time writing for fyo sooo i do hope you enjoy reading this!! \OwO/ 

i’m so so sorry for how long this took hhhh🥺

♬♩♪♩　　♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩　　♩♪♩♬

(warnings: angst!)

8. it’s all for you.

you and fyodor were never the same.

of course you weren’t. it was impossible. but what definitely was the same was the fact that two aimlessly wandering souls have somehow decided to end up together, with the final goal of mending each other’s mad and confused hearts, patching up piece by piece, no matter the time that it would take for it all to go away.

was that the only thing that was keeping you both together? was that the only reason why you both ended up to stay together? 

“so nothing was true then? you wanted nothing with me?”

“no.”

from the endless nights of drinking, to the lazy kisses. the weirdest clothes he would give you to wear, just because he knew how cute you were, and how you could nail every single one of them. what was he hiding?

he was okay with your friends - he just didn’t want to leave you be from his embrace. you fit him so well, he would do anything to hold you for as long as he could.  it’s like hot and cold fusing up together into one, finally ending a long awaited match of lukewarmth.

then there were those fights. 

how he did not - and never - deserved you. how he pushed you away when he was at work, telling you to never bother him again. when in reality, all you were doing was the objective of retrieving something from the room he always worked in. you didn’t say a word; meh, could’ve been a thump that radiated around the room.

how he was never, ever satisfied with you cuddling up against him when he was done with work. how he never acknowledged your gratitude for him. how he didn’t utter a word when you cooked him his favorite meals. of course you weren’t expecting them, but maybe a small nod? a smile? any simple gesture? where were they?

a small, tiny, microscopic evidence that could put you at ease?

it has been going on for so long, anyway. why would he care?

how the embrace would end when all he cared about was finishing up his jobs with the agency, or the mafia. forgetting that he was always cooped up in that little room of his, being in his own silly world, using his quirk for only god knows how long. once again, never reassuring you of a single thing.

was it worth it at all? loving him as much as you could? were you just that gullible, thinking this was all fun and games - that this was what a relationship looked like? how long will fyodor bring this for? 

“time and time again, i tell you. leave me if you can. yet you never listen.”

“time and time again, fyodor. you told me to stay.”

everything in the house was broken as expected. the furniture, glassware, including the both of you. the only thing left stable was the slowly wilting rose at the corner of the living room. not only was it staring, but it was also droopy, threatening to fall if the water still wasn’t going to be filled up soon.

“you have no words, huh?”

“i do. this can’t go on forever, y/n. and i mean....,” he paused, his dead eyes staring straight into yours. “i mean it now.”

“are you out of your mind, fyodor? to think that i obliged to all of this, pulling myself back into this weightless world we had for each other, falsely giving out our love for each other, having faith that we could fix all of this. it’s all for you, you absolute freak!”

“well. i guess you could say i never understood love, then.”

definitely the last straw he had finally pulled out, you were done. this was done. maybe it was time to see the stars fade away, time for you to put this at rest. chase it all away before he keeps returning, trying to haunt you and your desires. with the still dead look in his eyes, he huffed, turned away abruptly, with his long white cloak now facing you.

“heaven was so close to me, kitten. very close. but right now everything is hell. how do i run into heaven when hell is calling for me?”

your clenched fists slowly begin to undo themselves, with your mouth agape.

“think about it, y/n. maybe i am doing all this for you, too.”

♬♩♪♩　　♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩　　♩♪♩♬

(a/n): ayyeeee i hope my first time isn’t like trASH OMG😭😭 i honestly don’t know how i did this, how did my brain come up with this plot GRHRHGHRH!!! but i really hope this was good🥺👉👈

lyric prompt galore!✨

[razorblade180]

Twin Snowflakes 18: A better day

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” Yang shouted, her voice echoing through the summer Menagerie air at her young, ten year old daughter. “What did I say about fighting!?” Veronica wiped her soiled face and snarled. Her eyes were completely feral and nails extended.

“STOP YELLING AT ME! YOU’RE HURTING MY EARS!” Veronica tried running past Yang but her arm was grabbed and pulled back. She kept pulling and struggling but couldn’t break free from the grip. “Let me go!”

“We aren’t done talking!” Yang said firmly, try to keep her voice lower than before. “You have to learn to control your temper!”

“I can’t!”

“Can’t, or won’t?” Yang watched her daughter’s eyes start to water.

“What does it matter!? They’d hate me anyways and it’s you and mom’s fault! I HATE YOU!!” Her words stunned Yang. Veronica took the opportunity to bite her hand, making Yang wince and let go. Veronica sprinted off on all fours into the jungle, crying. Leaving Yang feeling more concerned than hurt.

xxxx

That same concern would continue on multiple occasions. Sometimes more frequently or intense than others. Now it reared its ugly head again as she sat at the bottom of the Schnee manor stairs waiting for her kid to walk through the front door with Nick. Jaune and Weiss were also waiting after Penny had given them the call about what apparently happened at school. They definitely weren’t happy, but they too were more concerned, considering the report on Nick’s health. It was common for the boy to get under the weather. Constant working does that to the body.

“Any minute now.” Jaune said, the calmest of them all. “Remember, let’s not bombard them right out of the g-” the front door opened before he could finish. Both mothers all but ran to it. “Gate…”

“Veronica Nala Belladonna.” Was all the girl heard as she entered the room. Middle names were never a good sign. She winced as if she had gotten a cut at the words and looked at her mother stare at her. Veronica’s ears folded as she let out a sigh. “I know, I messed up. Thought I had it under control but I couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“Ya think?” Yang huffed. “Why do you think I tell you all the time to let me make you a breakfast that’ll help. What if you had gotten hurt? Or seriously injured another kid!? We’re lucky the media doesn’t know you’re here yet either or they’d-” The carefully controlled lecture tone was brought to a halt when Veronica walked forward and put her face down in Yang’s chest like a pillow. A muffled “I’m sorry” was heard surprisingly. Veronica looked up into Yang’s matching lilac eyes while she still rested her tired head. “Veronica?”

“I’m still fatigued. It was bad, not the worse,but it was pretty bad.” She pointed at Nick to draw attention to the bruise he still had. Veronica stood up straight in front of his parents and bowed at the best. “Your son was hurt because of me. I apologize…” Nick walked you to her, sheepishly rubbing his head. “It was my bad actually. You know me, charging in without a plan.” He tried laughing but the pain in his nose made it difficult.

Weiss shook her head. “That I understand just fine, but running out of school?”

“I panicked.” He admitted, “also I caught a slight fever so grounding me then sending me to my room is a little mute.” Nick joked. He wanted to break the tension. All the parents looked at each other before turning back. “We aren’t grounding you.” Jaune spoke, “Flynt called and the two boys involved already gave their side of the story and at minimum, Veronica and a student body member will visit his office tomorrow to get the other side of the story.”

“That’s fair.” Veronica stretched. Her body was still trying to settle down a bit. “Is it alright if I go lay down for a bit? Please?” Yang gave her an observing look. Veronica could tell she was looking at her features to make sure she was okay. “Ma I’m fine, also full. Penny’s lab turned into a glorified pizza place.” Yang motioned to the stairs and Veronica went on her way.

“Take a shower first!” Yang chimed.

“Will do.” Nick watched the girl disappear before looking back at the grown ups who were still beaming at him. “Uhhh yes?” Yang walked over and patted his head.

“Thanks for looking after her. I owe ya.”Nick smiled, giving a thumbs up. “Seeing what you said happen in action was an experience. I’ll be sure to watch out for friendly fire next time.”

“Your nose should be broken. Veronica hits hard.” Jaune chimed. He activated his semblance and quickly healed his son’s face. “All better.”

“Thaaaank you!” He sniffled. It was hard not to wish the Arc semblance was the hereditary one sometimes. “I’m going to head off to my room too. I hope Summer remembers all of our stuff. Running out of school isn’t a really good excuse for missing assignments I assume.” Nick took his leave, going to his room as well. Step by step through the halls brought a rhythmic pounding to his head. Sluggish didn’t begin to describe how he felt. Reaching his room felt like a dream come true, or a fever dream anyways. The boy basically stumbled in. Minutes later, Weiss knocked on his door before entering without permission. Her arms crossed and the corner of her lips turned down as she looked at her son that sat on the edge of his bed. His face was redder than down stairs and all of his enthusiasm had vanished; not like it was actually there to begin with. Weiss knew a brave face when she saw one. She knelt down and pressed her hand against Nick’s forehead. Weiss might as well have been touching a heater.

“I look worse than it actually is.” Nick weakly smiled. His mother was having none of it and frankly, he was fortunate for that. Gods know he wouldn’t slow down on his own.

“No school tomorrow for you.” Weiss ordered. “Go run a cold shower for your fever. I’ll make you some stew and bring medicine. This bed is going to be your best friend for at least the rest of the day, no debate.” Weiss waited for protest but it never came. First Veronica and now him, they really were at their limit. Weiss helped Nick up and walked him to one of their many bathrooms. “You know, it’s been awhile since you threw a party or anything. Not even an ‘outing’ of some sort.” Weiss put emphasis on outing. Both of her kids would occasionally want to go around town at night to relax when in reality, both of them would sneak down to Mantle’s harbor. There were plenty of empty warehouses to have underground concerts and raves. Both Jaune and Weiss knew about it but Weiss can’t really blame them. She used to do similar and worse things when she snuck out. Rich kids can’t escape rich problems. The only thing she’s actually said about their late night adventures was an off hand comment about how they better be as clean as they were coming home, as they were leaving the house; the twins immediately knew she wasn’t referring to surface level dirt. As long as that order was followed and nothing extreme happened then she’d let them have freedom.

“I thought about it but too much is going on. Maybe after the tournament. It would be terrible to have some kind of incident before it.”

That was fair. The twins would be crushed otherwise. “Good idea. After the both of you compete, you should do some kind of fun after party. I’ll let you use the yacht.” Weiss saw Nick’s eyes light up a bit. She’d never understand why he loved that boat so much. “Sounds good?”

Nick chuckled, “Sounds great, and it’ll sound perfect once I win gold.”

xxxx

Karma is a dangerous being and Summer was finding that out the hard way. Not only did she have to carry Veronica and Nick’s belongings, but was alone! Valerie was busy with after school activities so Summer never got the chance to ask for help, which might’ve been for the best. If Valerie wanted space from Nick then there was no reason to complain when she realizes that he got into a fight. Though it might’ve been that kind of thinking that put Summer in this situation. Two bags and a backpack was heavier than she’d imagined. Thank goodness it wasn’t a textbook day. Still, all of Vee’s belongings took time to put up. At least she was getting work done before shit hit the fan, especially her designs. Summer tried to pick up the pace. Following the order to get some calcium in her was already paying off. It’s only been a day and yet Summer felt good, more alert even. A good and a bad thing unfortunately; Shiva is no doubt jumping for joy as well. The annoyance was getting one of few things that she wanted. Conversely, Summer was starting to think that maybe this change in her diet could potentially mean resisting Shiva might be easier. Anything would help at this point. It was a day in and day out battle that Summer hated. Her body, her mind, even her very soul, bit by bit she could that she was breaking in the worst way possible. Like glass on the verge of cracking by a high not. If she wasn’t careful of Shiva’s antics then all hell would freeze over.

Summer made it a few more blocks before feeling a little tired. If only she made it to bus in time. She wanted to take a break but the winter season brought the dark early. Darkness meant it got colder and that was a major no no. “What I wouldn’t give for a speed semblance right now, or a functioning summon to carry all this crap.” She thought, a little irritated by the fact her brother actually made an Arma Gigas. “Can’t let him get too far ahead of me. I’ll never pull my weight then.” Summer let her thoughts drift off a little too much. The girl didn’t pay attention to a truck clearing snow off the road and onto the sidewalks. By the time she did, a wave was headed right for her. The girl gasped, quickly activating her thermals. The weight of everything made it impossible to dodge so she just had to endure, until a warm blast of air that felt like it belonged to the tropics, brushed by her and melted the snow. Summer was confused by what just happened.

“Across the street.” A voice called out. Summer looked behind her to see Eliza standing on the opposite side sipping a coffee. “You have a real problem with spacing out, you know that right?” Eliza wasn’t planning on going in the same direction as Summer but decided to cross the street to her since they were clearly going to end up talking. “Can’t you, like blow gusts of wind if you try hard enough?” Eliza didn’t know the specifics of Summer’s condition, but the sensitive Schnee had told her a little of it in an attempt to explain many different absences to both school and meetings.

Summer clicked her tongue, “I could’ve tried, but then the road would probably get ice on it. What brings you this way?” Summer made a mischievous smirk. “Ooo were you going to check in my brother? How sweet.” She playfully laughed until Eliza scared her with a stern look. “It was a joke…”

“Yeah a terrible one.” Eliza deadpanned. She freed Summer of the backpack, choosing to carry it herself. “But I did hear a little of what happened in excruciating detail.”

Summer was perplexed.“Th...that sentence doesn’t make-”

“I will help you all the way to your front gate and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Don’t you have somewhere you had to be? You don’t have to go out of your way for me.”

Eliza pulled out a gold pocket watch. “I got time, they’ll still be open for a while.” She could tell Summer was interested in what she was talking about. “I’m telling you…”

“Awww, well thanks anyway.” She smiled. Eliza started walking, ignoring the happy gesture. “You can thank me by keeping your brother out of trouble. I need him focused on our rematch.” Summer could only feel sorry for her brother now. His luck with girls was atrocious. All of them want to take him down a peg in one way or another! Even she wanted to outdo him! Summer made a mental reminder to ease up on him in the upcoming days, except for singing. Family or not, he was going to sing every note well with passion or she would personally throw him off her stage. Mediocrity had no place next her. Then again, sharing the stage was always a big problem.

“You’re spacing out again!” Eliza shouted, already several feet away. Summer yelped and began to jog. “Sorry!”

xxxx

The extra company definitely made the walk feel shorter, even if they barely talked. Summer did notice that Eliza’s coffee was perpetually hot despite the weather. It made her wonder just how much control Eliza had over her magic. It had been some time since she saw her actually practiced it. “Maybe she found a good training spot and that’s where she’s headed?” Summer thought as she climbed the steps to her front door. Surprisingly, Ruby stood at the top of them. “Auntie?”

“Hmm? Oh hey!” The huntress said when she noticed Summer. “I’d say fancy meeting you here, but this is your house.” Ruby laughed at her own lame remark. Summer walked to the door and unlocked it for her.“Thank you!”

“Auntie it’s my house. I had to walk in too.”

“I can still say thank you. Now I can surprise Yang even further. Watch this.” Ruby closed the door behind them and ran to the middle of the room, cuffing her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice. “I wanna see my sister!” She sang.

The sound of quick footsteps traveled around another room until Yang slid into view in front of the kitchen doorway. The blonde sang back. “You can see your sister!” Ruby smiled and sang a little louder. “I wanna see my niece!!!!” Ruby held her arms straight up.

Veronica came through the second floor right on que. “You can see your niece!” She sang, falling right into Ruby’s arms. Followed by Yang hugging both of them. Summer always wondered where they got all that energy from. It could only be from their dad. Apparently it was genetic.

Summer waved Veronica’s bag. “Veronica come get your crap. It’s heavy.” The strap left her hand in the blink of an eye. Someone was clearly upset that I touched her stuff. “You could say thank you.”

“Yeah I could do that.” Was all Veronica said. Summer thought about starting an argument right then and there, but a bath was calling her name. “I’m going to warm up. Tell mom and dad I’m home.” On that note, up to her private bathroom she went.

Yang flicked Veronica’s forehead. “It’s not hard to be a little nice.”

“I will do that later. I still feel like a off.” The young faunus took a deep breath and covered her face with her bag. “Can you please...make some dinner, a dinner with actual meat?” She didn’t have to see Yang to know she was practically bouncing up and down.

“Let’s put some meat on those bones!” Yang cheered, running off. Not only was she happy for Veronica, but any day was a good day she could cook without following some rules a diet set up. Cooking should be fun and flavorful. Not filled with kale. “Ruby we can cook and chat like the old days. Get your but in here!”

Ruby looked at Vee. “Your mother is very excitable. That’s where you get that from.” Ruby rubbed her head then took off. Veronica could hear Weiss panic before the shouts started to sound happy. It was either because three fourths of the team was in the same spot, or she was secretly looking for help in the kitchen. Probably both if Veronica had to guess. She might’ve joined them but there was no way she could possibly deal with all of them at once at the moment. Instead she decided to see if Summer was competent enough to retrieve everything. It was certainly looking that way.

“Notes, lists, pens, journa- hold on…” Veronica reached for the journal and took a whiff. Odd, it smelled like Summer. That was a given, she had to put in the bag. What wasn’t right was each page. They all had her scent. Veronica could feel her stomach start to sink and her body shook a little. “That nosy...ugh!” Veronica didn’t waste time with the stairs and jumped right up to the second floor into her room, then crossed the hall. Both of her parents had taught her how important it was to respect boundaries ever since her semblance awakened but Veronica was having a hard time caring. Instead of knocking, she went through Summer’s door in a fit of anger. “HEY! Did y-”

“Gah!” Summer screamed, startled by the sudden entrance. So much in fact that the ground she sat on iced over faintly. The girl looked up at Veronica with tears that quickly tried to wipe away. “What...what do you want!?” She sniffled and groaned, equally annoyed as Veronica. But now Vee’s face looked less angry and more caught off guard. Something that pissed Summer off more. “What!? Can’t a girl cry in the comfort of her own room!?” She stood up and huffed. “It’s therapeutic! Oscar says sometimes you just need to take a minute and let all of your pent up feelings out so they don’t overwhelm you!” Summer couldn’t explain why she felt the need to defend her tears but she did.

Veronica simply looked at the girl. It would look pretty bad to chew her out while she’s crying, especially if she gets back on the floor. Though it was hard, Veronica took a breath and chose a slightly less aggressive approach, raising her journal. “Did you look through this?” She grumbled. Summer nodded slowly. Vee clenched her fist before continuing. “Why are you looking through my stuff?”

Summer could tell this wasn’t Veronica’s usual anger. No, this time she looked like she actually wanted to fight her. “I...I was curious my new outfit was in there. Then I kept flipping because your designs are actually pretty nice….” her voice trailed off. It had been awhile since she actually felt intimidated by the girl.

“Do not, and I repeat, do not go through my sketches unless I tell you to. Something that I probably will never do, got it?”

“Crystal.” Summer replied without delay.

“Good…” Veronica slowly stepped back until she reached the door. “I apologize… for not knocking.” She phased through the door, leaving Summer to continue whatever she wanted to do. Overreacting was a definite problem from Veronica. It was hard not to when she knew Summer saw the back of her book. Nothing but scratched out ideas and claws marks. If she was lucky, Veronica would know better than to ask.

“Great…” Veronica hissed. “Now two people feel like crying.” She tossed her journey into her room and went downstairs. After dinner she’d probably go to bed immediately. Today was a dud, she’d try to have a better day tomorrow.

xxxx

Tomorrow came sooner than expected. Thankfully the night was uneventful and the food was delicious. Veronica was feeling better about today, except for her meeting with the principal. That was gonna take the wind out of her sails. Vee rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and got dressed in her own uniforms that she managed to get yesterday before the chaos. It was still pretty early to leave the house. Time zone differences was still kicking her tail. “Best to stay inside for today. Ma will have a fit if I leave.” Veronica pulled out her scroll and texted Nick to see if he was awake, partly out of boredom and concern. Weiss had told her and Summer he was going to stay home today and they needed to be on their best behavior. A thumbs up emoji came up to signal that he indeed was awake and Veronica wasted no time quietly getting to his room.

The girl pushed gently on the door to his room and peeked in. “Pssssst!” She heard him chuckled and took it as an invitation to come inside. Nick still wasn’t looking too well. His face was less red, but the bags under his eyes said enough. “You should be sleeping.”

“I was until you texted me.” He watched his friend’s face drop. Veronica mentally chastised herself. “Of course he’s a light sleeper.” She thought. “Sorry, I could go if you want.”

“It’s fine, this works out.” He said in a sleepy voice that was strangely cute. “I wanna tell you to have a good day at school. Don’t let anyone piss you off okay?”

Veronica scrunched her face. That was easier said than done. “I’ll try my best, for you.” Nicholas laughed again and shook his head. “Do it for yourself, you dummy. I’ll be back tomorrow bright eyed and ready to go.”

“Yeah well you need some shut eye for that to happen first.”

“Yeah, yeah, one more thing-”

“I will play nice with Summer.” It was easy to predict that request. Nick smiled and dozed back off to sleep. Veronica dwelt the hair out of his face. To think he would fall asleep like that? Nick really was out of it. Veronica continued to admire him, blushing the longer she did. Without thinking she pushed his hair away from his forehead and started to lean down. One little goodbye peck on the noggin wouldn’t be so bad, right? Veronica could feel her face heating up as she closed her eyes…

“You could get sick you know?” Said Weiss, standing in the door frame with medicine and a cheeky smile. Veronica immediately jolted up as if she hadn’t just been caught red handed. “M- Mrs. Schnee!” She stuttered. “I didn’t hear you come in. Hehehe….” The innocent act fell apart as quickly as Veronica tried to attempt it. The poor girl covered her face to hide the embarrassment. “My bad, that was inappropriate.” She fiddled with her tail. An unexpected pat on the head by the mother of her crush made Veronica yelp. “This is a weird form of punishment.”

“Probably because it’s not punishment silly.” Weiss might’ve been on team Valerie, but she was more than happy to see Veronica act so lovingly around Nick. Weiss gave the girl her own forehead kiss. “Make good choices today. I believe in you, and so does Nick.” Veronica couldn’t hide the warm smile on her face. She nodded in agreement and went on to finish getting ready. Weiss pulled up a chair and sat next to her ill child. She put the back of her hand to his forehead. Nick’s hand suddenly rose up and took hold of it. He opened his eyes and smiled.

“Hey you, one guest after another.” He noticed the medicine and sat up against the backboard. “I can take it myself. Even if it’s absolutely disgusting.”

Weiss gave him the bottle of unpleasantly thick brown syrup. “Sorry to wake you. You can sleep to your heart’s content after this.”

Nick plugged his stuffy nose and chugged down the bottle. Weiss handed him a cup of orange juice to wash away the taste. He couldn’t even describe it. The closest he could think of mildew and broccoli. “Blegh!! What I wouldn’t give to never be sick.”

Weiss stared at him, annoyed by that statement. “Gee, have you tried taking care of yourself. You’d get sick less often. Crazy concept I know, but I hear it works.”

“Hardy har, I will take longer breaks when I can. Could you hand me my scroll?”

Weiss squinted. “Is it business related?” The silence she received was all she needed. “Why are you like this?”

“It’s actually important! It’ll take three minutes, honest!”

“Then let me text it.” Weiss grabbed the scroll. “Who am I looking for?”

“Eliza.” He groaned, it felt weird not having his scroll in his hand. “Found her?”

Weiss shook her head. “You have no contacts under E and the only M you have is me as Mom.”

Nick laughed. “She’s under W.”

Weiss scrolled down. “Whitley, Winter, Work Wife…” her brain stopped, having to reread that last one. “Work Wife?”

Nick nodded, still laughing to himself. “She bugs me enough about council things and treats the school like a house full of kids that we take care of. Work wife seemed appropriate.”

“Is she aware of this nickname?” Weiss questioned, raising an eyebrow that secretly thought the name was funny.

“Heavens no, she’d be so upset. I doubt my name is her phone as anything good anyways. Can you tell her I won’t be at school today and to be the council member to show up in the office with Veronica?”

Weiss gave a thumbs up and sent the message. His scroll started ringing not even ten seconds later. “Your work wife is calling.” Weiss decided now was a good time to give him his scroll. Something Nick was happy about at all as he answered it. “Hello?”

“I am going to strangle you…” Eliza said, the threat sounding genuine. “You wake me up with news like this? We don’t all wake up 4:30”

Nick had actually forgotten how early it was. For once he deserved one of her threats. “Sorry, I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“You sound congested as hell. You really are sick. Not that I didn’t believe you. Hooky is your sister’s style. Speaking of her, why don’t you ask her to do this?”

“Her and Valerie don’t mix well with Veronica, or dumb and dumber. I need a level head in that office room that isn’t Flynt.” He let out a forced cough, putting a little more strain into it than there actually was. “Please…?” He said with a rasp.

“Mmmmgggghhh! You owe me for this.”

“What will it be? I doubt you want money.”

“Your money can shove it. I want you in top physical condition. Normally I’d ask for something a little more tangible but I did ask you to keep me in the loop, so I guess you can’t complain.”

Nick smiled. “You're the best.”

“No one likes a kiss ass.” She hung up. The conversation went better than he expected so it was a win in his book. He gave Weiss back his scroll and sunk back into his bed. “I guess I’ll try this rest thing, night.” Weiss kissed his forehead and left the room. Finally, Nick closed his eyes to get some much needed rest. The world could deal without him for a day, hopefully.

xxxx

Today was going to be better. Veronica was going to be a model guest, which is what she wanted to believe. A bus ride with loud gossiping teenagers had different ideas for her. Rumors had spread like wildfire in a matter of hours apparently. Each one nastier than the last, but she kept her head down and turned up her headphones. “Just ignore them.” She whispered to herself. Summer sat next to her doing the same. Normally she’d want the girl out of shouting distance, but there was no one else she’d want next to her. At least Summer wasn’t vile or daft. The two didn’t have a conversation, even though it might’ve been beneficial. Something about the silence was comfortable. Summer peaked over her way, her mouth opened with shock.

Veronica took out a headphone despite her cat ears being available. “What?” Summer pointed to Veronica’s phone. The screen displayed one of the covers Summer had put on her album. “Oh, that.” Vee shrugged, “Never heard me question your singing have you.” Veronica left it at that and put back in the headphone, turning to the window. She could still see the singer in the reflection, displaying a pleased smile on her face as she also went back to listening to music. Comfortable silence, the only language besides arguing the two were good at with each other. It was short lived when the ride ended. One by one, kids got off the bus and Eliza stood by the door waiting for woman of the hour. Veronica expected her to be the escort. “Let me guess, Nick?”

Eliza let out a long yawn. “Aaaaaahhh! Interrupted my sleep and everything. Didn’t I specifically tell you to keep in line?”

“You’ll come to learn that I was the kid who scribbled her drawings with the crayons she was given.”Veronica took the lead in their walk to the office. “However, I guess I should stay in the lines today huh?”

Eliza rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Frankly, I don’t expect this to end with a pretty picture.”

xxxx

A pretty picture was indeed not looking well. The two stood on the right side of the office while Darren and Max were on the opposite. Flynt sat at his desk with a cup of coffee Eliza was secretly eyeballing. The man could feel the obvious tension in the room and wanted to get through this as fast and efficiently as possible. “Ms. Belladonna, would you like to tell your side of the story?”

Veronica rubbed her chin. There were many ways to play this out. However, only one way interests her enough to seek out.

Actually…I’d like to hear the story they told first.”

Darren crossed his arms, “What, trying to weave a clever lie?”

“Don’t play coy. I want to know just how clever your lie has to call this meeting.” She shot back, pissing Darren off. “As an upperclassmen, you wouldn’t mind humoring little ol me, right?”

“Tsk, as I told our principal, you were in the way of our lockers. Instead of simply moving out of the way, you got snippy and I got a little snippy back. The amount of disrespect you showed was completely uncalled for. Then you decided to escalate the situation instead of apologizing, assaulting the both of us before Nick showed up to bail you out of trouble that you couldn’t deal with; choosing to fight us too, then running off with you before the faculty could arrive. Ain’t that right Max?” The giant of a man nodded. “More or less.”

“Of course he’d leave out the stupid out the stupid flirting and grabbing my tail; shouldn’t have expected full honesty.” She thought internally. If Veronica could slap the punk right now, she would. The look of Flynt’s face told her that he wasn’t buying their bullshit, but it’s all he had to go with. Until she said her take on it of course. “Funny, that’s not how I remember things.”

“And how exactly do you remember things?” Flynt asked. “I’m curious on how the stories differ. A friendly reminder that I have to take disciplinary measures depending on how things unfold from both stories.”

All eyes were on her now and like always, it was in unflattering circumstances. Veronica’s word against theirs. If she told the truth, then no doubt the principal would take her side, and yet there was a problem. One she refused to create. It was a good thing she got Darren to speak so freely. If today was going to start well, then a lie was going to be told. One in her favor, and theirs.

“Mr. Coal, these two men have some facts messed up, but their story is mostly spot on.” Darren and Max raised their brows while Eliza and Flynt spoke in unison. “It is?” They said, surprised.

“It is. I stood in front of their lockers and caught an attitude, they caught one back. Certain insults were thrown, mainly by me and I got upset when they said their own. I attacked, and the two of them couldn’t handle it.” The bits in her voice appeared for the last part. She could tell Darren wanted to say something but his smarter friend prevented him from speaking. “It honestly wasn’t fair. I got so mad that it was easy to knock them around like amateurs. That’s when Nick showed up.” The little joy she gained from her story turned into seriousness. If it was for him or her family, Veronica would lie to the end of the world. “He didn’t attack Darren and Max. He attacked me.”

Everyone once again looked shocked by her words. Veronica continued speaking. “You know Nick, always trying to defuse a situation. As president, he wasn’t going to let his upperclassmen suffer. He jumped right into the fray in an attempt to restrain me. Obviously limbs were flying everywhere, so he ended up hitting them a little. That’s why they think he was fighting them, but he was just trying to separate me. I ended up hurting him in the process. Nick grabbed me the moment he could and ran off with me so I couldn’t hurt anyone else. That’s what happened.” Her gaze was directed towards Max. Veronica knew if this was going to work then one of them had to play along. It was obvious Max had interest in reining in Darren and letting this incident breeze by.

The man understood the silent compromise. They get off as victims as long as Nick does as well. An option he could live with. He didn’t want a stupid fight to begin with. “I think she might be right.” He said. “I mean if Nick wanted to wail on us then leaving with her makes no sense.” Darren shot him a look of disbelief but it was no match for the quiet wrath of Max, silently telling his hot headed friend to not ruin this. Darre bit his lip and mumbled. “Hmph, that does make more sense.” It burned him up a little that a twirp like Nick was just made a hero for beating him up out of anger.

“Mr. Coal I take full responsibility for what transpired yesterday afternoon.” Veronica bowed. Her voice was even and she held back her frustration. “Please only give me the punishment. I was in the wrong so it’s only fair.”

Eliza was stunned by what was happening before her. Veronica had to know the truth would have shot their story to bits, yet she was willing to bare all the blame. It was unexpected to say the least.”

Flynt stood up from his desk. “Very well then. Darren, Max, you two may return to class. The two boys nodded and headed to the door. “Before you go, let’s make something clear.” Flynt walked past Veronica and stared the two of them in the eyes. “I expect nothing but good behavior from you two. Also, I do not care if you both are key players in this year’s tournament. If someone even hints towards either of you bullying a person, especially a faunus in any shape or form…” he put his full attention on Darren. “We will have a very long and private discussion.”

“I also expect any future problems to be taken to a trusted adult or the student council.” Eliza chimed in. “As a sophomore, it’s only right that I give my attention to my juniors. I will be sure to be more observant.” The venom in her voice was clear as day. The boys slowly walked out of the office and went to class.

“Thanks…” Veronica said to the two of them. I wasn’t expecting threats.

“Threats? We did no such thing.” Flynt sarcastically spoke, returning to his seat. “Now for your punishment.Veronica Belladonna, I expect this tournament to be the biggest yet worth your contribution. Don’t let me down.”

“Th-that’s it?”

Flynt didn’t even bother to look back at her. He just started typing. “If anyone asks, you wrote a three page apology to me. For the love of the Gods though, try to have someone around you so no more incidents like this happen again.

Eliza put an arm around Veronica and led her out. “Alright on it sir. Have a good morning.” She waved him goodbye and shut the door. “Okay then, let’s swing by the cafeteria and get some coffee.”

Veronica was still trying to piece everything together. “Wait, so you’re just volunteering now?”

“Someone has to. Now are you going to complain about getting away with fighting, or help me wake up?”

Today was going to be a better day. Veronica could feel it. “I’ll go get the mugs.”

Part 17

[peaceisadirtyword]

Hi love can I pls request some super fluffy smut with Alex where’s he’s a bit shy/insecure?Like not necessarily submissive but it’s been a while & he’s not confident in his abilities & just wants to please reader? I’m tired of reading smut where he’s portrayed as a overly confident sex obsessed freak who seems to have memorised the entire kama sutra! Thaaaanks!❤️

I'm really glad you requested this, love, because this is a very important topic: it's normal to feel insecure in sex (as it's normal to feel insecure in every aspect of life), so don't make fun of anyone that feels nervous before, during on even after sex. Don't pressure anyone to have sex, please, and always make sure you have their consent for everything. If they say they're not comfortable and they want to stop (they don't even have to say it, just show it), just stop, don't force anyone. Also, I think sex is important in a relationship (it depends on the relationship, of course), but communication and trust are the main things, so talk to your partner, tell them what you like in sex and what you don't, and listen to them when they tell you. In my experience, that makes everything much better and pleasurable. 

I'll shut up now, thanks for coming to my ted talk, I hope you like this💕

Warnings: smut, insecurities, Alex is a cute baby

It was midnight. The perfect hour; romantic, quiet... You looked so perfect, with your hair framing your beautiful face as you laid down on his bed, under the thick covers that, both of you were sure, would be too much very soon. 

His eyes scanned your body, only illuminated by the dim light of the candles that he had put all around the room. You were perfect, and that only made him feel even more nervous. 

You looked so confident, knowing exactly what you were doing, that he felt insecure and clumsy next to you. 

It had been planned. Alex invited you over to have dinner on his apartment, he cooked his best meal, and you loved it. Then you sat together to drink a couple of glasses of wine on his balcony, a blanket over your shoulders. 

You had talked about sex before. Both of you thinking that it was better to talk about it, to listen to what the other had to say and find out what they liked better in bed before actually doing it. You had said it helped to enjoy it much more, and Alex had agreed with you, but even if he knew what you liked -he had paid attention, unlike most of the guys you went out with-, he was very nervous. 

He was afraid to be a disappointment, he really liked you and would hate to stop seeing you just because he wasn't able to pleasure you just right. 

"Are you okay?" You looked into his eyes, cupping his face between your warm hands. 

"Yes" he blushed. Great, not only he was nervous but now you knew it. You're a fucking actor, act. 

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to" you assured him, kissing his lips softly. 

"I want to" he promised you, kissing you again, your lips were now his favorite thing in the world "I really want to, but..." He frowned a bit "It's been a while since I..."

"Oh" you blushed a bit, and it was the first time he saw you blushing "Me too" you giggled "But that's okay, what's wrong?" 

"I just..." He chuckled "I'm worried I will... Fuck it up" 

You smiled at him. At first, it surprised you; a handsome and hot guy, talented, nice, fun... You knew the effect his smile had in women, you had suffered that effect. Everything in him screamed confidence. But you realized you had judged him too quickly. He also felt insecure and shy sometimes, like everyone else. He was human, after all. 

"Alex, I can assure you you won't fuck anything up" you muttered "If you don't feel like it, we can watch some movie or something, but if you really want to do it, we can try, no pressure"

Alex blinked a few times. He really wanted to do it, fuck, he had been wanting to do it for a long time, and though he promised himself he'd take it slow with you, some of the make out sessions between you both had been intense. 

"I want to do it, I want you" he whispered, kissing you again "But promise you'll tell me what feels good and what does not, okay?" 

"Okay" you smiled sweetly at him "Same goes to you"

He nodded. A part of him wished everything was more spontaneous, but it was your first time with each other, and he preferred to talk to you, find out what you liked before acting, there would be time for the spontaneous sex when both of you knew each other much better. And he was sure this way would be much more enjoyable for the both of you. 

He kissed your neck softly. You sighed in pleasure and hummed as his hands caressed your naked body. 

Slowly and focusing on your reactions to make sure you enjoyed it, his lips travelled down your breasts and your belly, making you giggle as he tickled you. He stopped just on your sex, moaning softly. 

He hesitated then. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable. What if you didn't like oral sex? 

You noticed that, and smiled softly at him. 

"If you're okay with giving, I love receiving" you giggled, blushing a bit and making him smile. 

"My fingers or my mouth?" He asked nearly whispering. 

"Both" you sighed when he nodded and, with his eyes still fixed on your face, he closed his mouth around your clit. He remembered that, at least. You moaned and your fingers tangled in his hair. He licked and kissed for a while, until he found that spot, which made your body tense up and you let out a shaky moan, throwing your head back onto his pillows. 

His fingers caressed your sex, already wet, and, when you moaned again and moved your hips against his hand, he thrusted two of them inside you. The sigh that fell from your lips made him moan, his lips still attached to your clit. He felt a bit more confidence when you moaned his name out loud. 

"Slow" you managed to whisper. He obeyed and changed the pace of his fingers. You sighed again "It feels so good, you're doing so well, God" you muttered, moaning. 

When you finally came, you did it with your legs shaking around his head, clenching your walls around his fingers and digging your nails on his arm, moaning his name. Alex got away from you panting and blushing, but with a smirk on his face. You pulled him close to you to kiss his lips lovingly, thanking him before pushing him off of you and moving to straddle his waist. The duvet was now on the floor, though any of you cared about that. You weren't exactly cold. 

"Another thing I like" you smirked, panting. Alex was looking at you like if you were a goddess "Is being on top"

____________________________________

Tags: @mblaqgi @alicedopey @lol-haha-joke @naaladareia @tephi101 @captstefanbrandt @love-hate-love @titty-teetee @readsalot73 @moondustmemories @thevikingsheaux @therealcalicali @chimera4plums @blushingskywalker @awkwardfangirl02 @credulouskhaleesi @gruffle1 @justacripple @heartbeats-wildly @inforapound @winchesterwife27 @hecohansen31 @xinyourdreamsx @funmadnessandbadassvikings @tgrrose @jadelynlace @flokidottirsstuff 

[gilmesc1]

Do you have any thoughts on fictional portrayals of DID, like danganronpa, spl!t, and others?

Yes, I usually would take time to do research but lucky for you I already did XD

I looked into Danganronpa a while ago since we have 1 or 2 system mates from it, and in that case, prepare yourselves for a hot mess of my opinion and facts I got from a google fest.

So, to start out, I guess I might share spoilers?? So you hath been warned. Additionally I’m not going to sit here and rephrase the entire story so, honestly why am I even explaining this. Anon at least knows what’s going on XDD

So Danganronpa is a psychological mystery anime that focuses heavily on the themes of hope and despair, where in most versions of the story characters are forced into a killing game where they have to kill each other. Bet you couldn’t have figured that one out on your own XD

One thing I like about it is that the characters overall are written fairly well. Many of them are complex multi layered gems of writing with good development and story arcs. One thing that I found interesting is the semi accurate portrayals of mental illness and how it impacts the characters in this insane situation.

So, let’s break into that. I focused on the portrayals of NPD and DID specifically, and I could go back and look into others, but we’ll focus on those for this post. And just going to throw this out now, I think it’s interesting and also kind of a bold move to tackle those kinds of things in an anime.

So let’s look at the DID portrayal. The character’s name is Toko Fukawa, and she is a fucking wreck. Confirmed emotional abuse gives a lot into her character, and we see her as this timid, deflective, honestly broken shell. Later in the series we are introduced to her alternate personality, I know, exciting.

However it’s a literal serial killer. So like. Yeah.

I don’t love that part. I mean, out of all of the portrayals for this alter, you had to go with serial killer? And not only that, but a really famous, generally acknowledged as insane serial killer. Thaaaanks writer.

To recap what a lot of tumblr says, this kind of portrayal is dangerous because the majority of DID portrayals are of crazy violent stereotypes. It was quite honestly disappointing, and I wish that the writers hadn’t used this as their big reveal.

But hey, neutral standing here, let’s look at why he did do that from a different perspective. Since the theme of the game/anime is killing, it does make sense plot wise to have a serial killer. Additionally, it’s a clever way to get said serial killer into the game in the first place. Plot wise and with a few things I’ll mention in a second, it does make sense in a twisted way.

But let’s get the bad out of the way first. One thing I really don’t love is her appearance. It’s like someone took the original character design of fukawa, took some drugs, and then drew a nightmare creature. Seriously, there’s crazy eyes, hair flying everywhere, and this freaky inhuman tongue that the alter has out no matter what she’s doing. Like whaaaaaat the fuck.

Firstly this spreads misinformation that we can change appearance at will. Like don’t get me wrong, I wish I could, but the best I got is changing clothes if I have the time. Also the tongue I really hate because it gives the impression of the alter being this inhuman monster. Also again with the impression that we can morph stuff when we switch. I mean, if I had that, I’d be having a lot more fun in my day to day life than I do now.

Do what you will with that information.

Additionally we do see Fukawa’s tongue, and it’s not a weird demogorgon kind of thing, so, yeah, the tongue thing is weird.

Finally her name. It’s Genocider Syo/Jack/Jill. Not a normal name, no the only name we have for her is her serial killer name which I feel serves to continue to show her as this inhuman thing where we all go, Oh god oh fuck time to be afraaaaid.

But hey, let’s look at what they did right.

The backstory of how genocider came to be is really accurate to how it works. Fukawa has a history of abuse at a young age, and genocider eventually comes into the picture to protect her.

Let me explain: So this is a theory on my part (Check out Weeby Newz’s youtube video, that’s where I got this) but Fukawa was revealed to have suffered massive emotional abuse at the hands of a boy who she had romantic interest in. Since he was moving away, she decided to confess her love to him in a letter before this happened. Turns out the boy pinned the letter in her classroom so everyone would make fun of her. Dick move.

I think genocider formed after this specific event, firstly because this is a huge defining experience for Fukawa. Additionally, the way genocider acts serves to prove this. Her target victims are boys, and her first victim was the boy who hurt Fukawa. I mean yeah, killing was waaaay extreme, but bear with me on this next part:

I’d say that genocider is a protector. A lot of her initial actions were to protect Fukawa from getting hurt in the same way, and protectors do have a history of going to the extreme to protect their hosts and systems. Even though she seems like a persecutor, I don’t think any of her actions have been directed at herself and Fukawa, they actually seem to have a decent relationship, and to end this theory that is completely non canon and just me pretending I’m smart, I’d call her a protector.

Next, looking at the relationship they have. Genocider at one point tells the protagonist that they have a “non disclosure policy” when they switch when the other is in the middle of something. (like murder??) And I personally really liked this, as it was a kind of realistic DID humor in my eyes. Take it or leave it, that’s my opinion.

And that’s really all I have on that behalf. Genocider really isn’t shown as a “normal person” often, which I guess is the point but also leaves me with nothing to evaluate. (Side note, this is only V1 of the series and I’m aware she changes but dear god go easy on me)

Finally, here are a few things that I find a little weird tbh.

At first glance when they switch, it’s a touch accurate, if over dramatic. Losing consciousness and coming to as a different alter is possible so I do like that, however they also have her constantly switching when sneezing, which is a little out there.

I mean, I think I’ve done that before, but for it to be a consistent theme, idk. Maybe overdramatized again.

Secondly, there is a voice change, which is accurate, but it really just serves to fit the crazy image, so I’m conflicted on that.

So that is really all I can say on that specifically, to end things I’m going to talk about one other character Fukawa has interactions with, Togami. (He has a first name but I can’t spell/remember it.)

So I gravitated towards him while watching the series because he reminds me of me, hence me saying that he seems to be a dead ringer for npd. Let me explain.

He’s very cold and distant from others and obviously feels superior, additionally he is willing to fight tooth and nail to consistently be on top and win in any situation, leading to him doing some fucked up things.

But like I feel for him. It’s like watching me XD

His past was a very competitive cuthroat environment, where he was taught that losing is worse than death. Additionally he was almost groomed to be this untouchable figure so it’s no surprise that he believes that. I might make a second post about him because there’s a lot more I can say, but I’m going to double back to Fukawa now.

So Fukawa gains a very unhealthy obsession with Togami, despite him wanting literally nothing to do with her. He’s verbally abusive to her and does go out of his way to attack her, but she thinks it’s a sign of love. Poor Fukawa.

This also kind of fits with NPD, because we can have some pretty gravitating personalities. I think the attraction has a lot to do with Fukawa’s mental state, but I just found it interesting that the emotional abuse victim gravitates to Togami of all people.

So I brought him up for that above thought I had, and also to compare this last point. So Fukawa was confirmed to have DID, like it was specifically stated. To my knowledge it was never stated that Togami has NPD, but I strongly assume that he does. (key word assume, I could be wrong.)

So I found it interesting that Togami has this very accurate portrayal of NPD without ever confirming that he has NPD, while Fukawa is specifically confirmed to have DID while having a semi accurate portrayal. I think the writer really wanted to include mental illness in his story line and I doubt he intended anything to be intentionally harmful.

Writing mental illness into a story is very very very tricky, and it’s practically impossible to satisfy everyone, but the fact that he did do it is in my opinion, very bold.

He made good and less good choices, but overall he did make very compelling characters. Genocider admittedly fits better in this plotline as a crazy killer than she would as a realistic alter, but this is fiction.

So final statements: Toko Fukawa is not a bad character. I like a lot about her and overall I think she is very well written. Genocider is very less developed and more of a surprise plot twist than a character, which is unrealistic. The writer made some very awkward choices from a realistic standpoint despite it fitting well with his story.

So overall, she really isn’t a good portrayal of DID. You can enjoy her character like I did, but the main takeaway here is to not take her as a realistic portrayal. I know it seems obvious but this is the kind of thing that forms unhealthy ideas in viewers.

I’m not hating on Danganronpa or Toko, I actually really loved both. I’ve tried to stop ranting about fictional works that I hate. I used to be a loose fucking canon but I realized that I had been bashing a few autistic friend’s special interests, so now I try to be hyper aware that a fictional work might mean everything to someone even if I personally disliked it.

But that isn’t the case here because again I loved Danganronpa XD

So friends, that about does it for me. I liked doing this kind of analysis so if you want me to do more, send them my way XD

My next post will probably be the syscourse analysis if I can get that done before I get an easier topic. So thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed, thank you for the ask anon.

And I’m now out of words. You all should be happy. XD

[chilly-me-softly]

You and your friends were in the club. And you went for drinks. Then a man (cocky, full of himself) approached you. You was extremely uncomfortable due to speaking to him. And then Ben ( stranger to you) came to rescue. He pretended to be your boyfriend Thaaaank you xxx

It's the birthday of one of your friends who decided to celebrate in a club. So dress up for the night, just think about having a good time. Dancing together to the rhythm of the music of the moment, having fun, toast to your friend's happiness and some guy approaches you.

"I'm going to get drinks" your friends nod to make you understand they heard you in that mess and you make room among the people to get to the bar. You clap your nails on the wooden surface while you're waiting for the bartender to serve you orders and suddenly a person leans over to the counter next to you, too close to you.

You try to move aside without catching his attention, but this guy turns around and smiles at you. He comes even closer and puts his hand on your arm casually. "Hello beautiful"

"Can you please not touch me?"

"Come on, I just wanted to know your name" he complains not taking his hand away and continuing to talk to you even though you don't listen to him at all, on the contrary you look for some of your friends but they are too far away and they can't help you.

"Is there a problem here?" a guy a few inches taller than that guy comes up with a serious expression, putting his free hand on your hip and slamming the guy's hand away.

"You're gonna have a problem if you don't leave" snarls the guy, and you really hope it doesn't end in a fight.

"You know, you should make sure you hit on a girl when her boyfriend's not around" your savior says with a grin at the guy.

"You should keep the girl at bay. If you leave her around, she might fly away" you're about to smack him in the face, jerk.

"Are you leaving now or do I have to call security?" the guy raises his hands to the sky and disappears just as he arrived. "God, thank you" you turn to the guy, who soon took away his hand, looking properly at him this time. Well, as much as the lights may help you.

"Are you okay?" you nod, "Thanks again..."

"Ben"

"Thanks again, Ben. I am (Y/N)" he smiles at you slightly.

"No need to thank me, that's a filthy worm I gladly did it" 

"Let me buy you a drink to at least pay you back" but he's already shaking his head, "No need, I told you. I just need to know you're all right" you nod again and he follows you with his gaze until you disappear into the crowd.