Day Seven - [Fake Dating] AU
you people seem to be enjoying this au lmao
so i extended the storyline a bit for y'all. hope you enjoy
Weiss was in Blake's dreams. She wanted to panic. But how could she, honestly? She couldn't possibly feel distressed when the mere thought of Weiss made her feel so relaxed.
Blake picked a fuzzy dandelion from her front yard. It was dark already. Actually, rather early in the morning. But she couldn't sleep.
She didn't want to be faced with Weiss rejecting her. She didn't want to panic. She'd been on cloud 9 since that night at the restaurant. Even more so when they finally stood up to Henry. Weiss had been so much more carefree around her.
She could almost pretend they were dating for real.
Blake embraced her legs to her chest, pursing her lips. She stared forward at the white picket fence, contemplating the past few weeks. The last few perfect weeks.
Her phone buzzed next to her. Blake picked it up with her free hand, stretching her legs out on the dewy grass.
She clicked through the phone, checking the inbox.
The dark jabs of red in the contact's picture made her pause. Her finger hovered over the message as she read through the little preview.
I'm getting desperate, B...
Blake stared at it blankly, feeling her Cloud 9 evaporate. Replacing it, a dark, familiar feeling. She wanted to throw her phone across the yard. Hear it shatter. Feel the fact of him being unable to contact her anymore. An irrational fear mixed in with anger.
As she read through it, that feeling grew on her like toxic vines. Creeping around her chest. Squeezing tightly.
Blake turned off her phone, leaving him on seen. The vines seemed to pull back, but lingered near. Laying her phone back down beside her, she pulled her legs back to her chest, staring at the picket fence.
As she sighed, her dandelion blew away, little spring snowflakes flying into the night.
Blake just wished this would stop.
Saturday night. Weiss never imagined being in another rampant dance club so soon. But it was Yang's birthday, so she had to relent.
And Blake would be there. Of course, Weiss was coming.
But even if Weiss wasn't so infatuated with the mere thought of Blake, she still had to come. If not for Yang, then for her and Blake's apparent relationship (which she was enjoying very much, to her surprise).
The news had been absolutely buzzing for weeks. Internet or in person, there would be people eyeing them together. Or even just Weiss when she passed through the hall, a smug expression painted on her face like, 'Hah. I got her first.'
With the amount of attention they were getting, Weiss was somewhat surprised they hadn't heard from Adam yet. Especially with Blake's belief of him keeping tabs on her.
But regarding Blake, Weiss sensed something was off.
She looked distracted. Tired, even. She'd already downed two cosmopolitans within the hour and was already ordering another. Weiss couldn't possibly think of any other reason for her to be pushing her alcohol tolerance this much. Blake barely even took alcohol.
Weiss bit her lip, hesitating. Then she placed a soft hands on Blake's wrist.
Blake turned to Weiss attentively, and suddenly, Weiss felt absolutely ridiculous. Blake was perfectly sober anyway. Of course, she was. She clearly knew how much she was drinking. What was there to worry about?
Weiss shook her head, raising her own drink to her lips.
"Nothing," she said. "Just checking if you were still sober."
Blake snorted, licking her lips. Weiss could see the faint red stains on them, clear as day. She gulped down more of her Blue Lagoon.
"Actually, Weiss.." Blake winced. "There's been.. Something I wanted to talk to you about."
The pink on Blake's cheeks must've been coming from the neon lights from the ceiling.
"Yep." Blake replied. But just as she began to speak, something caught Weiss's eye in the distance. She craned her neck, trying to see.
".. You know, it's been on my mind.. A-A while, and.. I wanted to..—" Blake looked up at Weiss nervously. Her face fell as she realized her attention was somewhere else. Though she had to admit, it was a bit annoying that this thing could steal her attention so easily.
Blake turned, searching the club for whatever (or god forbid, whoever) Weiss was supposed to be looking at.
Her only reply was the background music raging through the speakers.
"Did you know that he would be here?"
Blake frowned, squinting at the crowd. But there was nothing to see. Everyone was on the move, shifting positions, dancing. No one could be identified.
"Who are you talking about?"
But she was looking in the wrong place. Weiss held the sides of Blake's face, steering it in the right direction.
Weiss's gaze wasn't in the crowd, after all. Rather, beyond it. In a darker, remote corner, Blake's very own nightmare stood there, unnoticed by her as his red was bathed neon green in the light.
And he appeared to be looking for something.
"Fuck," Blake muttered, earning a questioning look from Weiss. She began to stammer incoherently, stumbling off her chair.
Blake grabbed Weiss's wrists, eyes wide with panic.
"We need to get out of here." she hissed, turning slightly so her back was turned towards him.
Weiss's eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Blake, it'll be fine." she whispered, breaking a hand free from her grip. She tucked a strand of hair behind Blake's ear, lightly stroking the dark hair pulled up in her bun. "I'm here. We don't have to pursue him."
"He's already looking for me." Blake mumbled.
"And he'll find us." Weiss reassured, holding Blake's hands in her own. "He'll find us together, being the most amazing couple to ever exist and he'll have to back off since we're in public. Has he ever made a scene in public before?"
Blake shook her head like a sad child.
"Good." Weiss smiled. "He definitely won't now."
She let go of one hand, but held on tight to the other, leading Blake through the dance floor.
"Wh-Where— What're you doing?"
Weiss smiled at her. "Let's just go dance."
Blake was still wary of Adam. She couldn't see him anymore now that she was in the crowd. Heck, she didn't even know where she was.
He could've come into the crowd. What if he was going to find her? What if he was behind her right now?
Blake looked behind her, before sighing in relief.
She needed to relax. She was with Weiss. Ruby and Yang weren't far, of course. Since Weiss made them promise to stay near (Blake could almost gush about the fact that Weiss felt the need to clarify, 'It's for Blake').
What if he always knew you were there?
Blake wanted to stop panicking. Maybe it was the alcohol making her emotions rage. She wasn't used to more than a glass, usually.
He's waiting for you to let down your guard.
Blake stumbled, almost crash-landing on Weiss.
"Blake, are you alright?" Weiss asked. She held Blake by the shoulders, sliding a hand to her cheek. Blake held that hand gently, nuzzling into her touch.
Blake nodded, looking away.
Weiss sighed, raising her other hand to Blake's face.
"I'm here. It'll be alright." she smiled. "I'll always be here."
Blake raised her eyebrows at the way Weiss phrased it. It was probably nothing. They were close again. Far more affectionate, but with their line of work, that was to be expected. It was probably nothing.
But Blake felt something. An electricity. Not a giddy excitement like she had with Adam and her other past crushes.
It was more of a connection. An intimacy. Just like that night at the restaurant. Where the heavens danced in Weiss's eyes. And everything was nothing except the two of them. A whole lightning bolt striking.
All Blake could hear was her own heartbeat, thumping violently in her ears.
Weiss's lips read her name.
And suddenly Blake's lips were on hers.
And nothing else mattered.
She could taste the bittersweet citrus from Weiss's cocktail and the pure ecstasy when Weiss started to kiss back. The petrichor and vanilla never hit Blake as strongly as it did then. And her eyes only half-lidded, yet was blinded.
It was the strongest feeling in the universe. So strong, it would linger on Blake's tongue for who knows how long. She was so blinded by it, she couldn't gain her bearings when she realized she was being pulled away.
part one | part two | part three
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