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namfine · 4 years

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Payment in Full

⫸ pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

⫸ word count: 3k

⫸ summary: After rescuing a strange man from being attacked by Robo-bots, the price you demand as payment is one he is all too eager to pay.

⫸ tags: 18+, smut, choking, spanking, deep throating, pounding, oral sex (fem and male receiving), foreplay, safe sex, rough sex, one night stand, light dirty talk

⫸ a/n: Whattup, Admin Zesty here! For my first post I wanted to delve into one of my favorite aesthetics with one of my favorite people~ I hope you all enjoy it!

- ☆.｡.:* Zesty .｡.:*☆

“We don’t have to do this, y’know.” The man’s lips brushed your ear, making coherent thought nearly impossible. You were standing in a dimly lit room, sparsely furnished save for a simple old bed and decrepit dresser. The only light came from three old wax candles scattered throughout the room, and the exposed window on the western side that boasted quite a stunning view of the skyline. It could almost be deemed beautiful from this distance. Namjoon (or at least that’s what the man said his name was) had wrapped himself around you from behind and was lathering your neck with lazy, gentle kisses.

“I want to.” You responded, twisting yourself around so that you were facing him, hands spread on his wide chest. You ran them over his toned arms, careful to avoid his wounds, before wrapping your arms around his neck. Arching your back and balancing on your tippy toes, you reached to cover his mouth with your own.

Namjoon responded with equal fervor, chasing your lips like a swimmer to oxygen. Before you knew it, he deepened the kiss and you found yourself clawing at his clothes, his hands roaming over your body to cup your ass, wanting, needing. You were aching to feel something, anything, other than the familiar worry and frequent despair that clouded your senses on a day to day basis. Everyone’s senses. It was, after all, a rough time to be alive

A terrifying time and yet, here you were in some mystery man’s hovel seeking the only distraction from the world you could still afford - meaningless sex with a stranger. Well, kind of a stranger. You did save his life after all. He owed you one.

And it seemed he was eager to pay.

“Condoms?” You asked. Babies were out of the question. You could barely feed yourself.

Namjoon nodded and pulled a small foil package from the beaten down dresser. “Covered.”

You were pushing him now, herding him towards the old mattress on the ground with only a stringy old comforter and some worn pillows. When Namjoon’s legs hit the bed he crumpled back, pulling you down to straddle him. Your heads bumped in the process, and you let out a pain filled groan. Namjoon broke the kiss to pull back and rub his forehead, letting out a soft “Ow.” You barked out a laugh and sat back on his thighs, looking down at his smug grin. .

“So, Y/N,” He began, testing your name on his tongue. He propped himself up on his elbows so that he was closer to your face. “Thanks for the help back there. I literally didn’t think I would make it out of there alive.”

He wouldn’t have. You knew this.

He tenderly touched a bruise that was forming on his jaw. “Damn police bots have really gotten high tech these da-- shit!” He hissed, pushing too strongly on the wound. You grinned back down at him and his eyes flicked back up to meet yours. “So, you do this often?”

He smiled at his pick up line and you felt your heart melt. You were honestly just happy to be getting some dick and couldn’t afford to be picky, but goddamn did you get lucky. He was beautiful.

You smiled before reaching out a hand and tracing the lines of his jaw, careful to avoid the bruises he had gotten from the bots before you arrived. “Definitely not. Haven’t come across many viable options in the apocalypse. Definitely not any as handsome as you.”

Before you could react, his brow crinkled, revealing a sly smile, and he flipped you both over so that he was covering you with his body. You barely got out a surprised yelp before he dropped down to give you a tender kiss. You opened your mouth, instinctively deepening the kiss and granting him access to your tongue before quickly nipping on his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth. Payment for the flip. Namjoon groaned into your mouth and ground his pelvis down onto yours, gently rolling his hips into you. “Want to play dirty, huh? I’m gonna need you to calm down, little girl.”

You rolled your eyes as you moved to reach for his shoulders, aiming to push him off and regain control.

“Ah, ah.” Namjoon swatted your hands away, using the weight of his body to pin you to the bed. “I think you’ve been bossy enough this evening.”

You wiggled your body beneath him, but Namjoon continuously ground himself down into you, creating a rhythmic pace that had your thighs clenching together and your pussy pulsating. You could feel the thick form of his cock pressing into your pelvis, already hard, as he struggled to control your movements and keep up the pace. He leaned down to press firm kisses down your neck, your collarbone. One of his massive hands slid up your body and gripped your clothed breast. He massaged it roughly between his fingers, and you lurched up into his touch, loving the feeling of another person’s hands on your body for what felt like the first time in forever.

Namjoon continued his assault on your neck and breast as his other hand worked to open the buttons on your shirt. In a matter of seconds, he had undone them all with surprisingly deft fingers. He finally loosened his hold and lifted his body enough for you to scoot out from under him and sit up. It was a joint effort but in a few minutes, there you both sat, naked save for your underwear.

Namjoon’s fingers traced the lines of your body, his eyes soaking it all in. You had no clue how you looked, fresh from a street fight and months of malnourishment. Your sensitivities, your scars, your blemishes. He observed them all and didn’t flinch.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching out to trace the curve of your hip bone. He took it all in - accepted it.

Your eyes soaked him in as well, admiring the lithe muscles of his body and the marks from his earlier tussle. He looked relatively unharmed save for some abdominal and facial bruising, and a few scratches that you made a mental note to clean later. Honestly, he was the picture of the perfect male physique. You felt yourself grow wetter.

The desperation from earlier seemed to have been released from both of you as Namjoon crawled across the mattress, taking your face in his hands and pulling you in for a surprisingly tender kiss. His lips were slightly chapped and there was a bit of swelling on the lower one from a punch, but you didn’t mind. You melted into his embrace, happy, safe. He laid you back down on the mattress and placed gentle kisses down your body, pausing at your breasts. He took each one into his warm mouth, paying special attention to each nipple. He tugged gently with his teeth before swirling his tongue around the sensitive tip. You groaned at the sensation, fingers curling into the dirty comforter. You could feel his smile at your response and he proceeded down your body, hands quickly replacing his mouth.

Namjoon peeled your soaked panties off your form and when his lips met your soaked pussy, you could have screamed. Could have, but didn’t, catching yourself as you remembered that this was not a safe place. You were sure the bots were still searching the city for you both and these were desperate times. People were eager to turn each other in for some extra cash. Better no one knew you were there at all.

The thoughts were quickly brandished from your mind as Namjoon licked up your slit and moved to your clit. Your hand found purchase in his shaggy hair and you tugged, a breathy moan escaping your lips. Namjoon took the sensitive nub into his mouth, sucking and pulling while one hand still worked your breast. He growled at the pressure on his hair as you hold tightened and resumed his assault on your soaked pussy, plunging his tongue in and out of your hole.

You were on the brink, ready to explode and Namjoon intended to give you just that. He increased the pace, bringing a hand to massage your clit and in a few second flat you felt the pressure building.

“Namjoon, I- I’m going to-” You gasped, writhing beneath him.

He continued the assault and you boiled over, your orgasm wracking through your body in waves. Namjoon worked you through it, gently massaging your clit and softening the plunges until you were finished.

He pulled back and you shivered at the lack of contact. You looked down to find him staring intently at you, head between your legs, your juices on his lips.

What a pretty sight.

How did I get so lucky?

Namjoon didn’t move and finally curiosity got the better of you. “What is it?”

He pressed a chaste kiss to your mound, running his hands up your thighs. “I just, I want to remember this moment. Remember you.”

“Oh, pretty boy, you’re not gonna have any trouble remembering me.” With that you released your grip on his hair and sat up, edging yourself lower on the bed. You pushed Namjoon gently, your intent obvious, and he rolled himself onto his back. The thick curve of his cock was visible through his briefs and it was all you could do not to grab it right then.

Leaning over him you kissed his pelvic bone, giving it a sharp nip that extracted the most delightful gasp from your victim. Your hands massaged circles onto his chest working lower and lower before finally allowing yourself to palm his cock through his underwear.

“Oh, god,” Namjoon groaned, hips flexing upward, his head falling back against the wall. “That feels amazing.”

“It’s about to get even better,” you promised, pulling at the band of his underwear. You tugged it down his massive thighs, letting his cock spring free. It was an impressive length, nothing extraordinary, but it was beautiful, just like the rest of him. You ran your fingers over it gently, teasing him. Namjoon groaned when you finally took him into your hands and gave him a few short pumps, before loosening your hold and working him with your hands, feeling him growing firmer and larger beneath your grip.

“I think . . . this is . . . the best thing . . . that has ever happened to me.” Namjoon panted, beads of sweat lining his forehead as you worked your hands up and down his cock. “I should get arrested more often.”

Well, if he liked that. . .

The second you started pressing soft kisses to his throbbing cock, you knew you had died and gone to heaven. The noises that Namjoon made were some of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard. He was trying to keep quiet, trying to muffle his little groans but the few that got through made you crave nothing more than the feeling of him filling you to the brim. Knowing you had elicited such groans and soft pants from such a strong man- god damn.

You took his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, before slowly taking him further. In a few short minutes you had him clawing at your hair, pawing at the mattress, as he struggled to control his natural instinct to thrust up into you.

Good thing you were here to break that instinct.

You opened your mouth further, ignoring your gag reflex, and took him even deeper until you felt him hit the back of your throat.

“Jesus c-christ. How d-did you . . . ?” Namjoon stutterd.

You worked him in and out of your mouth, increasing your pace and you felt him tremble below you, losing control.

“Fuck this,” Namjoon reached out and gripped your head, holding it into place as he began to thrust eagerly into your warm mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each stroke. He let out a few breathy groans as he increased his pace, your fingernails digging into his thighs, eyes watering, but focusing on hollowing your cheeks to give him the best experience.

You could feel Namjoon growing close as his pace began to sputter out, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper when abruptly- he pulled out.

“That’s enough of that,” Namjoon pushed you over roughly so that you lay on your belly. He gripped your ass, raising it into the air and took a second to admire the view, running his long fingers around your curves and down your slit before inserting two into your entrance and curling them inside. You moaned. “When I cum, it’s going to be inside you.”

He took his time, slowly plunging his fingers in and out of you with one hand and stroking his length in the other. When he was ready he wrapped his arms around your middle and lifted you up so that your back was flush against his chest, his cock the only thing between you. You had no clue where he pulled it from but you heard the unwrapping of the condom and in a few seconds, he was ready.

“I’m about to fuck you so hard, baby girl,” he whispered hoarsely into your ear. “But you better promise to be a good, quiet girl for me. Can’t have you bringing the cops down on us again.”

Namjoon released one hand to line himself up with your entrance and his other hand massaged smooth circles into your abdomen. His breath, hot on your neck. You tried to back into him, to force him to work faster but all that earned you was a chastising noise and a harsh smack on your ass.

“Ah, ah,” Namjoon said. “I haven’t heard your promise yet.”

“Namjoon . .. . “ You groaned, grinding your ass back onto him. You could feel his dick. It was literally right there. But it wasn’t where you needed it to be.

“Say it.” Namjoon demanded, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “Say it and I’ll give you what you want, baby girl.”

“I promise,” you breathed, not able to fully eliminate the whining in your tone. “I promise to be quiet.”

Namjoon released your earlobe and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, rolling his hips into your ass again so you could once again feel how hard and ready he was for you, before giving you another harsh smack on the ass. “You promise to be quiet, what?”

“I promise to be quiet for you, Daddy.”

He groaned at the pet name. “That’s a good little slut.”

When Namjoon finally pushed into you it was all you could do not to scream. If there was any survival instinct left in your brain at that moment, Namjoon possessed it as his hand immediately reached up to cover your mouth. Screaming, would mean death and thank god one of you remembered that. His other hand traced back up the front of your body, to find your neck, and he squeezed down ever so slightly, choking just a bit of air out of your lungs before he began to move. Pulling out slightly, and gently moving back in. Testing the waters.

God, did he feel good.

“You like that, dirty little girl? You like the way I feel inside you?” His voice was hoarse in your ear as he struggled to move slowly. His natural instinct was to pound into you until he reached completion but- patience, he felt, was one of his best virtues.

You nodded, grinding back onto him, eager for more. The fill of him inside you was so perfect, so complete, like a piece of you was missing this entire time. Namjoon, getting the message, pulled out and this time slammed back into you harshly, tightening the hold on your throat.

“You like that? You like the way I destroy your pussy?” He grunted, setting a relentless pace, smacking in and out of you creating the lewdest of noises. The only thing keeping you upright at this point was the hand around your neck, choking the air from your lungs. Each thrust was punctuated by a harsh grunt from Namjoon that had you quivering, chasing your next release.

Namjoon tightened his hold around your neck as his pace began to get sporadic and released his hand on your mouth so that he could rub frantic circles onto your clit, helping you along. You whispered his name like a prayer as he pounded into you, chasing his release but still working his finger for yours.

When you came, you came hard, your pussy clenching around his dick furthering his pleasure, milking him thoroughly. You were still in the blinding throes of orgasm when you felt him clamp down on your shoulder, thrusting even deeper inside you and crumpling over your body, throwing you on to your hands and knees as he found release deep inside you, his body shuddering with each wave. He groaned through his orgasm, thrusting even deeper with each pulse.

When he was spent, he rolled you both onto your sides, slowly pulling out but holding you close to his chest. For a few minutes, you both lay there in silence, watching the hover cars zoom around the skyline, the city awake despite the late hour.

It was Namjoon who broke the silence first.

“I’m happy that you got to me before those cops finished me off.”

You turned to nuzzle into his neck, soaking in his scent. You knew perfectly well what tomorrow would bring. How you would leave him behind to continue your hunt for survival. It was better to have as few connections in this world as possible, you had learned. Saved you a whole lot of heartache. but for now, for now you were happy just to have found another person on this god forsaken planet that sought a human connection as much as you.

“Me too.”

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dadsbongos · 4 years

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Hargreeves Kids in Order of Their Problems (and do i have a problem?)

No secret that the Hargreeves children are all fucked up, but as I was re-watching I was like damn - what if we ranked them? So here we go, I’m ranking all the Hargreeves’ spawn by their pain; taking into account their trauma with and without Reginald (mostly for Five/Klaus) and how bad it messed them up. I’ll be sticking mostly to the first season because that’s where a lot of the meat is, but I might include a tiny peek into season two.

Also, I will be directly addressing the frequent question I ask myself “Am I attracted to trauma when it comes to characters?” by looking at my favorites and if they’re all deeply scarred.

S Tier Pain - Five Hargreeves:

Not only was he forced to endure Reginald’s abusive training regime (at least until the haha moment), but he also got stuck in the future after a miscalculated time jump. You’d think that’d be bad enough, what with no longer being able to see your family, but no. Well, technically he did see them when he found their dead bodies but that’s just more to Five’s suffering. He also got jammed into a post-Apocalyptic life where he was the sole survivor and had to live all on his own (though he had Dolores, which is a whole can of sad, loneliness worms we don’t have time for). Then to make matters worse he was taken into the Commission where he was turned into as assassin for years, to which he quit early to save his family from the Apocalypse. After the first one - yes, the first - and arriving in the 60s, Five got to see a glimpse of his siblings dying to the second one. All he ever does is for his family’s survival, even if it means his misery. In season one (and two) he makes a deal with the Handler, who he can’t stand, just to

maybe

ensure she’ll protect his loved ones from the end of the world. He willingly works with a woman he hates and likely doesn’t trust so his family would be safe. And who could forget that redheaded lady in the bowling alley, like gosh, she really ruined his life by assuming his age like that... poor guy.

A Tier Pain - Klaus Hargreeves:

Unlike Five, he got to stick around for the entirety of Reggie’s cuck ways of abusing his kids physically/emotionally/mentally. From a young age (if that episode two lunch scene is anything), Klaus has been using drugs as a way to cope with his family life and his power. His addiction has led to a rather sad life, as evident from the first episode and some of his own dialogue - he’s not used to staying in one place, if anything his visits to rehab centers are the longest homes he really has. He’s not expected to stay sober long by the counter employee, indicating he’s been there before multiple times. When talking to Five outside of the prosthetic department, he outright admits he hasn’t been with someone for longer than about two weeks. He’s never shown to even hold down a job unless you count supplying local pawn shops - or, you know, the army. He served in war, straight up war, he likely has PTSD and to make things better, note the sarcasm, he lost his boyfriend in that war. Dave, the one person he’s described as loving more than he does himself. Klaus is constantly brushed under the rug as this crazy, attention-seeking junkie for most of season one by his family, but he’s more likely just calling for the help he clearly needs. Speaking of his family, I just wanna throw in that Klaus was kidnapped and tortured and not one person seemed to notice or even care.

B Tier Pain - Vanya Hargreeves:

Neglected by her adoptive father and siblings her entire life, Vanya was left out of the loop of even her own powers until she discovered them fucking decades later. She wrote a book trying to air out her father’s awful deeds and rather than finding solidarity with their shared agony at least a little, her siblings pushed her even further away. Quick mention, during the argument on whether or not to turn off Grace, she was immediately shut down on an opinion until she was shown to agree with Diego. Her vote didn’t matter until she sided with another sibling. Vanya grew up so starved for attention and love that when she got into her first relationship with Leonard (that bitchy murderer) she mistook it for a real love. Stayed with an abusive, gaslighting killer against all her sister’s warnings. She was betrayed by her own brother (fuck Luther, me and the homies hate Luther) after coming home, sobbing and pleading forgiveness, just wanting to help into being locked back in that vault Reginald used to keep her in. Vanya snapped, felt there was no other outlet and truly there possibly wasn’t for her, and ended the world. She was in so much pain, so angry with her life and how it was ruined by her own family that she blew up the moon. And honestly? I’m not even mad at her for it.

C Tier Pain - Diego Hargreeves:

Dude found his ex-girlfriend’s - and probably his potential love interest’s - corpse. He’s aching inside at least a bit. His spot as Number Two fueled a deep need to prove himself, whether he admits it or not, it’s why he’s a vigilante. Diego functions off of stopping crime and it’s only different from his childhood because he does it alone. He feels the need to validate what he went through, as if his suffering needs to be explained in some way. Speaking of childhoods, who gives them to us? Moms. Grace is his robo-Mom with no real sentience (well, before Cha-Cha and Hazel raided the place anyway, reboot Grace has some weird independence complex going on). She read to him, put him to bed, and fed his Mama’s Boy fixation - even going as far as to help Diego with his stutter. He put her down, in the robot sense. Diego was the first person to speak against shutting Grace down and yet he did so himself - knowing it’s what had to happen.

D Tier Pain - Ben Hargreeves:

He’s dead, so I’m not sure what he’s gone through other than having “The Horror” in his stomach and Reginald as a dad. So there’s not much to say about his trauma other than having to sit through watching people die horribly by his power’s hand. But again, he’s dead, and dying is one of the most traumatic things I can think of. That’s why he’s higher than the others but still lower than the previous four Hargreeves’ kids.

E Tier Pain - Allison Hargreeves:

She’s known as a “Daddy’s Girl” how that’s possible with Reginald, I’m not sure, but she is. Not to excuse any of the torment she got as a child or give the abuse a pass, at all. It’s just an inference that as Number Three and someone who easily got what she wanted with her power, she probably didn’t feel out-casted like Vanya. Nor was she left to survive on her own and then kill to live like Five. Allison, in all fairness, was viciously attacked by her sister after revealing she “Rumored” her memory away. Unlike Ben, she survived and went on to be the peaceful one of the family and her power didn’t directly kill, especially in ways that “The Horror” did. So I must rank her pain lower with a sad bob in my throat, nervous that all the Allison lovers will scream at/cancel me for putting her at E.

F Tier Pain - Luther Hargreeves:

Fuck Luther, me and the homies hate Luther. This little fuck found something out of proving himself to his father. So far up his dad’s ass that he was cool with being a monkey space boy for years until he realized Reginald didn’t give a shit about him. And honestly? Same. No but really, he did become a monkey man purely out of Reginald’s need for a hero to do what he said - and Luther couldn’t fill that if he was dead. I do recognize that his life was essentially wasted by his years spent on the moon, blindly following Dad’s orders but to be honest, he’s too in the background. He had nothing other than his father and therefore lost nothing other than his family, it’s hard to feel bad when you know he had no intention of doing anything other than be by Reginald. No plans unlike Klaus who had his life decimated by his drugs dependency or fuck, Five! Five had absolutely no life other than living through the Apocalypse for decades. Overall, I hate Luther but even though I can’t stand his gorilla guts, I do recognize that he has trauma.

~~~Do I Have A Problem?~~~ Considering that Five and Klaus are my favorite characters and they are the most traumatized? Yes, I am unnecessarily in love with characters in pain. I didn’t want to be a mannequin before I knew about Five, and now I crave to morph into Dolores (or at least combine with her like a Power Ranger)

#the umbrella academy #tua #number five #five hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five the umbrella academy #klaus the umbrella academy #vanya the umbrella academy #diego the umbrella academy #ben the umbrella academy #allison the umbrella academy #anti luther hargreeves #fuck monky space boy

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limelocked · 4 years

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*psst* hey, hey. bodyswap AU. *leaves*

i have no idea where this came from but ill go with it cuz why the fuck not

first some rules for the au: its randomly selected so nothing like who you last touched or who something something, this is for the amusement of the Watchers/the audience

Scar gets Docs body and has to get used to a lot of things really quickly, not only the difference in heights, the whole being a creeper thing or the Whole Having a Robo Arm Thing but also not feeling the presence of Majjyks or the vex

Etho gets Cleo and spends the first day just laying down coming to terms with the missing pieces of flesh and wondering how she manages to just walk around and be fine

Cleo incidentally doesn’t get Ethos body but Rens and takes a solid few hours to feel disgusted by being a human.... again... for the third time

Mumbo gets Ethos body and has a headache for the duration, people pester him to see whats under Ethos mask but he’s respectful enough to not to remove it. He’s also very cold in the jungle which he attributes to Etho being the ice queen

Tag 2 Tag Harder gets the added confusion of “is it still false that technically has it or is it only falses body that counts”

Iskall and Bdubs change places and both of them complain about the weird new vision, Iskall having normal eyes and Bdubs having one cybernetic eye. Both of them have weird feelings about the jungle, Bdubs living in one for a bit and Iskall getting chills from seeing it

Cub (in Keralis’ body) feels freed from Something

Grian (in Cubs body) continues work on the giant pyramid like his life depends on it, the heat and sand burning into the same body and different mind

Beef and Zed switcheroo, i dont have anything more to say itd just be funny

Thats all i can come up with of the top of my head, didnt want to do a classic enemies switch places or a friend group has their bodies shuffled around

#bodyswap au #ask

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themaskedwriter · 5 years

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Movie Quotes - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You always quote movies around Steve, and when he admits he hasn’t seen most of them you organize a movie night. But does he have the guts to admit to you that he’s the Jack to your Rose?

Warnings: Fluffy, nothing really haha, swearing more than likely

Note: This is my submission. My three hints are: - I use an anonymous name for my blog. - My blog could go to war, with the name that I have - I often base my fics off of songs, such as Dodie.

Word Count: 3,725

The coffee machine buzzed to indicate everyone that it was, in fact, working. However, the noise went past the ears of Bucky - who was leaning against the kitchen counter, hand clasping a mug of tea, as he conversed with Steve. The captain was already dressed - naturally - and he’d already been on a morning run, “to kill some time.”

Something about the air in the room changed when you entered through the open doorway, as you short pajama pants contrasted greatly from Steve’s blue jeans. You moved with a sense of ease to the coffee machine, placing a mug beneath the dispenser location, and pressing “release.”

“Morning, fellas,” you grinned, already chirpy despite the early morn that left only the three of you awake. Where as Steve woke up to run, and Bucky woke up to escape the torment of his mind, you didn’t have any specific reason to awake: or so they thought. In fact, you did. It gave you more minutes with a certain blonde, who was always dressed at 6 in the morning as though it was as normal as tying his laces.

They both shot you a smile in reply, and you removed your mug and took a long slurp - the heat barely making you wince. Moving towards the kitchen island, you placed the mug down before hoisting yourself to sit on the marble finish. Retrieving the baby pink cup to your lips, you took a rewarding slurp, before placing it back down.

“Stevie,” you called, and his eyes instantly darted to meet your own from where they originally rested on his mug - so he didn’t stare at your bare legs for what could be considered too long to be normal. A taunting smirk came to your lips, as you narrowed your eyes: “Hold my pie,” you remarked, in an exaggerated deep and (what was meant to be) masculine voice.

He brought a similar smile to his lips, as he gazed around in thought. “Um…robo-cop?”

“What!? No, you idiot! iRobot!” you laughed, and Bucky chuckled similarly.

“I knew that one,” he muttered, and Steve shot him a glare. However, his gaze weakened as he danced his focus back to you.

“Never seen it,” he admitted, and you almost choked on your drink.

“What? What! How?” you snapped, and as his mouth fell open to answer, you left him impersonating a gold-fish. “That’s it, we’re adding that to the list.”

“This list is gonna be as long as the girl’s who’ve rejected Sam,” Bucky now hissed, which earned a punch in the bicep from Steve. You couldn’t help but giggle though, as you jumped off the counter top with a now empty mug. It always baffled the blonde how you could down it without wincing, though the water was close to boiling.

“Buck does have a point though, we do need to start shortening this list. You free tonight?” you asked, placing the mug in the dishwasher before slamming it closed. Steve was close to having a heart attack internally, as the butterflies that raced around his stomach batted their wings against his heaving chest. Bucky had a smirk, able to hear the erratic heart-race, and so his cheeks naturally darkened in shade. He prayed you couldn’t hear how nervous your simple question made him.

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed, praying to any higher power that his voice sounded level and even: not like a school-girl being hit on by her crush. You shot him a grin, nodding your head.

“Wonderful. I’ll bring three of the movies on our list, including my favourite: iRobot.” And with that refreshing conclusion, like a glass of fresh lemonade during a heat-wave, you skipped out of the kitchen and down the hall. As soon as you were out of sight and ear-shot, and Steve could no longer hear your foot-steps padding, he turned to Bucky in alarm.

“Oh God. What do I wear? What do I do?” he panted, grabbing the elder’s shoulders. Bucky just chuckled, shaking his head.

“Buy some snacks, wear some joggers, and relax: it’s only Y/N,” he grinned, pushing his hands off of him, and vanishing out the room - though not with the same energy you radiated. Steve stared after the two of you, breathing out in tense worry.

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” he hissed.

***

After pulling bargains and deals with the rest of the avengers, you’d claimed the main living area for you and Steve. Some, such as Sam, were eager to have the two of you finally go on a date - of sorts - instead of (to quote) “eye-fondling each-other, all the time.” Some led to you being $100 short, as Nat made you pay her to use the other T.V so she could watch her season finale. Tony made sly comments about how he shouldn’t see any weird stains on the sofa, which was rewarded with a smack to the face, and Bucky simply agreed to leave the two of you alone out of the kindness of his scarred heart.

It was rolling to around 8pm, and you were actually shitting yourself. You didn’t think you’d be so nervous, spending alone time with Steve. After all, you’d watched movies with him before, except it was usually with someone else, and it wasn’t as intimate. This wasn’t intimate, though, was it? It was to educate him on the world of pop-culture, it was necessary for him to fit in with the 21st century. However, you knew that was a lie you told yourself in an attempt to clam the swarming thoughts in your mind.

Skipping down the hall in some Hollister joggers, and a black tank top - with three quarter length sleeves that flared out just after the elbow - you made your way into the living area. Steve wasn’t there yet, but it didn’t phase you as you’re agreed to meet at half 8, and it was only twenty past.

Picking up the remote, you went through Netflix and Amazon, getting ready to watch the movies you’d decided to combat for the evening. It first was iRobot - your favourite movie, and the one Steve had failed today’s movie quote quiz you always gave him. Then you’d watch Forest Gump, in which you’d once told him in reassurance that “life was like a box of chocolates” and he thought you were actually offering him a chocolate. Finally, the evening would conclude with Titanic - so you could make non-stop references about Kate and Leo, and Rose and Jack. Always, for your own viewing pleasure of the second hottest male on earth: young Leo. Just as you’d finished sourcing the movies, the door opened and Steve entered with a carrier of snacks, and some bowls stacked in his left hand.

“Hey,” you smiled, sitting up and turning to him. He wore dark blue sweat pants, that were loose around the crotch, and a loose black tee. You didn’t even think he owned loose clothing, but something about this look made him seem squishy adn adorable, and so you beckoned him over with a smile. He pushed the coffee table nearer to the largest sofa, where you were both sitting, and spread out bowls. “What’s in the bag?”

He rose his brows, before furrowing them in thought. “I’m not sure which movie that’s from,” he admitted shyly, and you giggled.

“It’s not a movie quote, silly,” you chuckled, pushing the blanket off your legs and moving closer. He shook his head with a chuckle, before showing you the contents of the carrier.

“Okay, so, we’ve got Haribo,” he said, and you nodded as he poured them into a bowl.

“Iconic,” you chimed.

“Pop-corn,” he spoke, whilst raising the bag of sweet-n-salty pop-corn.

“Classic,” was the grinning response.

“Doritos. You’re, um, favourite flavour,2 he said, mumbling the last part with a nervous blush. You smiled wider, heart fluttering a little at the sentiment.

“Aw, you remembered!” you smiled, your own cheeks heating a little: and you could imagine the teasing from Tony and Sam if they were here.

“And…two beers,” he smirked, before placing down the glass bottles along with an opener. You nodded, diving for one of them, as he collected the bowl holding the pop-corn, and made his way to the sofa.

When he first sat down, it was so apparent he was nervous. You could’ve fitted a small elephant between the two of you, and so you took the executive choice of moving closer to him. So close, in fact, that your thighs brushed. And his cheeks grew darker once more, as he placed the pop-corn bowl in his lap. You took a handful, dragging the blanket so it covered your thighs, and you decided to lean your head against his shoulder subconsciously: it was more comfortable, anyway.

“So, if we start with iRobot,” you said, lifting the remote and pressing play. “This is my favourite movie of all time. And Will Smith is amazing in this. Oh! There’s this really funny scene when Spooner - which is Will Smith - is like ‘a robot can’t paint a masterpiece,’ or something like that: and Sonny - the robot - is like, ‘can you?’ you rambled, smile almost bursting off your face, as you essentially spoiled most of the film before the opening was over. Though he was missing an important part of the movie, he couldn’t help but focus on your face, as you watched the all to familiar scenes whilst your mouth ran a mile a minute. When you were like this, talking about things you adored, he could fall into it and never want to find a way out.

***

By now, you were approaching the end of Titanic. You’re body had shifted, so your head was on Steve’s lap - that was concealed by the bright pink blanket - and he’d moved the Doritos to the side so you could snuggle down. Throughout the scenes, his eyes danced down to see your droopy eyes focused on the scenes, an easy smile on your face. From time to time, you’d giggle or repeat a line you liked under your breath, and sometimes you’d tell him a small fact about something in the movie, and the production of it. He wasn’t really listening, just admiring the way you were so intent on knowing everything about anything you loved.

At this moment, the room was pitch black aside from the light glaring off the giant flat-screen. It made the features of your face glimmer, and Steve’s own face look even more enticing, on the moments when you’d chuckle at a joke, and you’d glance up to shoot him a smile - happy he was enjoying this as much as you. The pop-corn was all gone, the Haribo dish half empty, and the beer bottles discarded.

The ship was nearly completely enveloped by the ocean’s relentless waves, bullying against the structure. People were diving off the sinking ship, yelling and shouting radiating through the room. Steve knew of the titanic, as it was before his time, but the movie made it seem more real: the images from the tragedy only drawings or sketches that were released in papers. He also discovered he was a sucker for romances, as he become almost emotionally attached to the couple who nearly got trapped within the filling levels of the boat.

Rose was in the water, yellow life jacket on, as she lay on top of some floating debris. Jack was holding her hand, but Steve knew he was a doomed man. A sniffle sounded, and he glanced down to see tears soaking your cheeks, as you tried to keep your reaction discreet.

“Jack. Jack! There’s a boat Jack,” Rose whimpered, shaking his hands as he lay lifeless. You couldn’t help it, this scene always tore you apart from the inside out. A sniff was all you could do, as snot tried to join the waterfall down your cheeks. Suddenly, a hand was in your hair, and you jumped a little. Then you felt Steve run his fingers through the strands in comfort, and you sniffled with a sad laugh.

“This part always gets to me,” you admitted, through a thick tone. He chuckled gently, watching the moments on the television.

“I’ll never let go: I promise.” she spoke, kissing his wrist before letting him slide into the water. Even Steve had to admit to himself that it was pretty emotional, but something about your reaction made him feel fuzzy inside. You were such a romantic. Suddenly, he felt you shift, as you moved to sit up to wipe your cheeks. He pulled his fingers from your hair, feeling a little embarrassed by the natural reaction - he’d always do it to Bucky’s younger sister whenever she was upset and her brother wasn’t around.

You let out a shy giggle, sniffing and wiping your nose on the back of your wrist.

“Wow. I mean, could you imagine that? Meeting your soulmate, and having to let them sink into the ocean?” you sniffed, turning to meet Steve’s icy gaze. He chuckled, shrugging.

“Been in a similar situation,” he joked, and you covered your mouth.

“Oh God, Steve, I didn’t even think. I didn’t upset you, did I?” you panicked, reaching for the remote to turn it off, though it was nearly finished anyway. He laughed, shaking his head, before catching your wrists.

“Don’t be daft. It was perfect. This whole evening was, pretty perfect,” he blushed, smiling down at your face. It was still flushed form tears, but you didn’t want to break his gaze, as you smiled back. And then his eyes flitted to your lips - for only a second - and your heart beat picked up. His smile dropped, as did yours, and you waited in pure anticipation.

He leaned closer, and your eyes closed, and…

Then you heard a sigh, and you opened to your eyes reluctantly, to see him back to how he was sat before. A feeling of regret and embarrassment came over you.He wasn’t going to kiss you, but now you’ve just completely outed yourself ad embarrassed yourself for expecting it. God, he probably felt pressured. Oh God.

His grip loosened on your hands, and you dropped them to your lap, as Celine Dion sang out the God awful theme song nobody likes. After clearing your throat, a painful silence painting over you both, you nodded.

“Well, goodnight, Stevie. Thanks for, um, joining me,” you smiled, meeting his eyes for only a moment before standing up and essentially sprinting out the room: feeling mortified.

***

“So,” Bucky started, staring at Steve - who was still in his running gear, from his routine morning run. Steve didn’t react, instead he watched the mug fill with coffee that had little to no effect on his metabolism. Bucky rose a brow, took a slurp of his drink, then sighed. “Hello?”

“What?” the blonde almost snapped, causing brown brows to raise from the elder super soldier.

“How was your date with Y/N last night?” he wondered, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world: because, to be honest, it was.

“It wasn’t a date.” he muttered, taking his drink and refusing to meet his friend’s eyes.

“Oh no, what happened?” Bucky sighed,. moving closer and placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. The blonde pulled away and shot him a glare.

“Nothing happened,” he spat. Bucky frowned, before grimacing.

“She didn’t show up?” he asked, sadly, voice dropping to be more empathetic. Steve let out a another huff, and as he was about to retaliate, and tell Bucky to mind his own God damn business, you waltzed into the room. However, it didn’t hold the same spring in your step like usual, and Steve didn’t let this go unnoticed: and neither did Bucky. Instead, he watched with a frown as you shot Steve an almost nervous smile, got your drink, and vanished.

“Okay, what happened?” Bucky snapped, once your footsteps had fallen out of ear-shot.

“What are you talking about, Buck?” Steve groaned, downing his drink to make his escape quicker. Bucky grabbed his best pal’s bicep and rose a brow.

“I mean, she comes in here looking like a deflated balloon, doesn’t say a word to either of us, and doesn’t give you her movie quote trivia question,” Bucky reeled, waiting to gauge his friend’s reaction. Steve sighed, staring at his feet.

“Well, we were watching the movies. And she had her head in my lap. And then she started crying, cause of the movie, and sat up. So, long story short, I nearly kissed her,” he admitted, with a slight blush, and a defeated look clear in his eyes. Bucky broke out into a smile.

“That’s great! that’s so great! So, then what?” he wondered, like a child eager to see what happens next in a movie. But Steve instead shrugged, before glancing up.

“I didn’t kiss her and she bolted.” Steve admitted, broken tone seeping through and making its way into Bucky’s ears. His shoulders sagged, and he frowned at his friend. “I just, I don’t know! I got overwhelmed and I haven’t kissed someone in so long!” he ranted, staring into his friend’s orbs with a pleading look. Bucky gave a sad smile in reply, and rubbed Steve’s arms up and down in comfort.

“You gotta kiss her, Stevie. She’s perfect for you, and she clearly likes you. Why do you think she never quizzes me?” he chuckled, and Steve met his eyes.

“I missed my chance, Buck,” he grumbled. Bucky laughed, shaking his head.

“Don’t do that again. You never got to take Peggy out, don’t do it another time.”

***

You sat on your bed, fingers brushing through the book Wanda had recommended - and you’d buried your nose in straight away. Your moment of serene silence was interrupted by a knock on your door.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, stop the music please,” you spoke, placing the book down after “dog-earing” the page. You jumped off the large comforter, moving to the door and opening it to see a tall, broad shoulder super soldier. He breathed out a sigh upon seeing your face. It wasn’t upset, or angry, but more questioning.

“Steve,” you said, a little aghast. He smiled, before sticking his hands in his pocket. “What can I do for you?”

“i need to tell you something,” he said, and something about his tone was almost grave and unsettling. You nodded, stepping to the side to let him into the room, as your heart beat picked up. you then let the door swing closed, and you turned to see him pacing a little, in the middle open space of your corner of the world.

“Stevie, is everything-”

“Don’t. I just, I need to tell you this,” he said, holding a hand up to cut you off. Then, his fingers dug into his jean’s pocket, and he lifted out a folded square of paper. You held your breath, heart pulsing in your ears, as you rung your hands together and waited for him to start.

“Y/N, I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.” he said, voice shaking a little, and your heart lept. Dirty Dancing. “Because, the truth is, you had me at hello,” he continued, not daring to look up to see your reaction. Jerry Maguire. “I think you should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how,” he almost admitted, through the infamous lines of Gone with the Wind, and you felt a smile taking over your dainty features. His shoulder’s weren’t as tense, and his voice was calmer, as he knew the words held meaning that he couldn’t explain. “They say, when you meet the love of your life, time stops. And that’s true.” Big Fish. “And, when I’m with you, Y/N. Time does stop. And I don’t know why I didn’t kiss you last night, because I was going to. And I’m sorry for making you think I wouldn’t ever want to, because I do.”

Steve finally took in some air, before glancing up to meet your eyes. He held the paper in his shaking hands, though he didn’t need to read them any longer. You were smiling, the beams from it brighter than those from the sun, and he wanted to catch them in a jar and save for a rainy day. He took a step closer to you, and you decided to let him come to you, the same way he tried to last night.

“I’ve come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours,” he chuckled nervously, coming closer to you with every short step taken. You bit down on your lip, nodding to the words originally spoken from Sense & Sensibility. His pale hand took yours, and you looked up to meet his blue orbs that stared into your soul: oh how you wanted to drown in them.

“And you don’t have to feel the same way. I’m not expecting you to say anything. You can tell me to leave, and I’ll leave. But, if you want to give this a shot: so do I. And if it doesn’t work out…well, in all honesty, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” Steve breathed against your lips, forehead almost pressing against your own. His eyes bore into yours, and he waited for you to push him away.

But instead, your lips curved into a smile, and you remarked, “The Fault in our Stars: I didn’t think you’d seen that movie.” And with that, he pressed his lips against yours. You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer with a smile, before titling your head to deepen the kiss. He was now grinning against your lips, causing you to chuckle from the odd sensation. Pulling away reluctantly, from lack of air, he looked at your blushing face.

“Now that, Steve, should be a famous movie quote,” you smirked, before pressing your swollen lips to his own once more.

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canadiangold · 4 years

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Tell me a little bit about your characters! I'd love to learn more about them.

OK SHARK YOU GOT IT SHAKR THATNK OUU SHARK whio do you want cause i think i got 17 characters all told

LEMME START WITHT THE BASTARTDS WHO STARTED IT ALL The Myriad

gross - the boss man. major self-insert. he’s got cybernetic legs and a liking for swords and DMRs

kilo - the demo gal. big gf mood, love explosions, busty blonde witha robo arm and eyes

omni - the whiz kid. he got so many smarts from days alone in an internet cafe with wikipedia and a thirst for KNOWING he’s great i love him. shy and cute in a plain way. loves big guns almost as much as he loves his friends

thia - the light goddess. she got exploded in atlantis and now she can create holograms from her body that she mostly uses to make swords to cut bad guys. big aristocrat energy. secretly thirsty and lonely

panzer - big stronk tank. huge scandinavian bro, huge muscles, thousand-yard stare, crew cut, soft voice, big laugh

neff - like nephilim, get it? she has wings because i like harpies. robo wings like the vulture from spiderman homecoming, young woman who never outgrew the teenage rebellious angst

torch - help her. ace pilot who crashed a protoype and got burned real bad. little Off and lonely but everybody loves ehr because she’s the one to pull their ass olutta the fire assuming she didn’t start it HA. CAUSE SHE BURNS THINGS. TORCH!

ghast - he dont exist anymore. he was boring and underdeved so i just killed him

i love them all except ghast and wanna write about them but i just never get the motivation but THAT WILL CHANGE THIS YEAR

NOW THEN LET’S TALK Tabenon. now to be fair this whole world grew outta my late-night horny imagination so it’s very........ yeah

Zazriel - a mountain of a demon-human hybrid. used to be a monk, but now wokrs as a seellsword using his magicvs to be a invincingble juggernaut. serves Murder, the poorly-defined goddess. love him but he is totlaly inconsistent characterization

Veera and Tuule - dragon twins! that can turn inot humans because plot reasons. they start as super androgenous boy and girl twinsies but Murder does some Stuff to them and now they’re super sexy paragons of their sex. only offspring of the current Matriarch of the Blue Dragons, and are questing to make children of their own to save the bloodline

annelie - dwarf babby. she has a gun in DnD-esque fantasy so nobody messes with her more than once. she has already fallen victim to one of my less mainstream kinks and it’s only gonna get worse for that poor girl

thalia - vampire! love vampires. so sexy, so mysterious. she’s feeding off tuule and slowly tunring into a dragon hybrid. she’s gonna be a beast byt the end of the adventure. imade her in the code vein character creator and i just adore how she came out

taffeta - and linen! both named after fabrics because reasons! literally the phrase “what if i took the battlemage with a familiar concept and wrapped it in kink?” brought to life. boy she’s got a storm coming, but she’s gonna be great i lover her already. very quiet, has a very traumatic background. scarred to hell, hides in her armor with linen

arnet and luna - a werewolf and his adoptive werestrix sister. they’re super cute and wholesome comapred to everyone else and i would die for them. they’re just wandering around the West Land because they’re bored

im very proud of the world of Tabenon and i hope to stay in it for a long time, even after A Typical Adventure is over.

WARFRAME OCs now the ones that i write a bunch of lil stuff about with ivarararararararaqra because we have fun together

Tinleah - she be the operator, very bored, veryu purople

SOlise - mom cephalon which is like a supercomputer AI made from a dead person squeezed into a hologram and confined to a ship this is real warframe lore

Gray - Grak’kur, a prototype grinmeer trooper who was slated for execution but tinleah saved him for no reason so now he just chills in her orbiter

the warframes i dont really count as characters in their own right just because of how they work in my mind, but Datura, Pulsar, and Amanita are named and act on their own and will make repeating appearances i love them

#drunk tag #my OCs #under the cut because i eambeled a LOT sorry #timetravelingshark

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SJSJDJDJS FOR THE ASK MEME I DO TWO.. your newest boi, Schneider... Aaaaaaand hmmmmmm how bout Spy... Throwin my boi in there too. 👀

ASDFGASD ALRIGHT LETS START WITH SCHNEIDER

1: sexuality headcanon bi,,, he just radiates bi energy asdghasd

2: otp happiness 😭 asdfgh ok but i dont really ship him with anyone, not a shippy person in general cries

3: brotp OK LOOK I STILL DUNNO MUCH ABOUT THE GAME, and i may or not have focused on him the most… tryin to unlock he…. also i think he’s the youngest ashdjas hmmmm maybe lune? she seems to like him maybe even alicia asdhajsd but hans is like his adoped dad. or uncle. asdhjasd there’s also lycus…both assholes…. I NEED TO,, LEARN MORE ABOUT THE OTHERS ASHDJ

4: notp hmm nothin really, still need to learn about the charas asdhjaskd

5: first headcanon that pops into my head OK SO HIS SCARS, HE GOT THIS REAL BIG X IN HIS FACE AND I KINDA FEEL IT HAD TO DO WITH SOMETHIN SIMILAR TO HOT IRON BRANDIN? i mean im not sure if the scar looks like it but idk, it’d be cool? now im not sure if he did it to himself cause it looks cool…. or someone did it to he cause he deserved it? asdhjasd as punishment or as an initiation or somethin?idk …. also he has robo fingers for better hackin…he chop em himselfsadgashd

6: favorite line from this characterHIS SCREAMS OF PAIN asdghasd oKN O hes terrible gET READY FOR SCHNEIDER SHOW,, I DONT KNOW,,, IM STILL BLAYIN CRY EMOJI– tho for his worst line we have THIS ,,, ALSO WHEN HE SAYS THAT ONE THNG IN RUSSIAN…

figures he knows how to curse someone in different languages asdh

7: one way in which I relate to this character uH we both good with computers and big dumbass? ashdj

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this charactereVERYTHIN,, actually i dont get that much second hand embarassment from him 🤔 SHOCKIN– wait actually maybe that one line i mentioned before asgdhjk, hes terrible asdhj– OH AND HIS WEIRD DANCE,,he just.. flaps his arms around.. what kinda dance is that boi asdh

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? NEITHER, both? he looks cute…… and he’s described as annoyin? but asdghasjd idk

AND NOW FOR SHPEE…

1: sexuality headcanon BI AGAIN

2: otp did i mention im not really a shippy person sadghasjd

3: brotp ya know spy kinda seems like the loner of the group,, hmm HEAVY. i read a comic the other day, where heavy didnt know any english when he first joined the team, and like BIG PROBLEM cause how ya gonna communicate, but bAM spy knows russian (not an expert but he can hold a convo) aND HE TEACHES HEAVY ENGLISH, AND NOW IM LIKE– WHAT IF THEY JUST GOOD FRENS… TEACHIN EACH OTHER LANGUAGES,, AND HANGIN OUT!! JUST RELAXIN!

4: notp scout…thats his son 😭, but if we dont count that…hm i dont really mind any asdgh

5: first headcanon that pops into my head HES A COWARD, wait no ashdjsd, but hm idk when he does get spooked he hides away really fast (see the mercenary park vid, he just, goes invisible and leaves scout there asgdhjasd) he likes spookin others but cant handle the spook,, SO YEA MAYBE HE WAS KEEPIN AN EYE ON SCOUT, OR TACTICAL ADVANTAGE OR WHATEVER- BUT STILL, PAL, YA JUST DONT LEAVE YER TEAMMATE LIKE THAT IN AN ABANDONED PARK WHEN THERE’S LOTS OF BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE

6: favorite line from this characterASGDH I REALLY LIKE HIS INGAME LINES,, HES SUCH AN ASSHOLE (so unlike how he acts in comics or tf2 videos ashdj) I especially appreciate his sniper domination lines asgdhjaksd,, ALSO HIS LAUGH. HE SNORT ASHDJASD

7: one way in which I relate to this characterI GUESS I TOO APRECIATE LOTS OF TIME FOR MESELF? and i also tend to be super mysterious or whatever asgdhjaskd (or so i have been told)

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this characterTBH HES TOO.. SUAVE OR WHATEVER TO HAVE SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT…. maybe blu spy when he was showin red spy (disguised as scout) photos of he and scouts ma,, like… how did ya get those mate

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?AGAIN NEITHER ASGDHJ, i guess he leans a bit to the last one?, just a bit— its funny both schneider and spy morder people but like… it doesnt seem as bad when compared to jeremiah asdghaj, LIKE THEY FROM ONLINE SHOOTERS OF COURSE THEY DO THAT, but they feel more… morally gray, unlike miah who is like.. a villain i guess

OKAY THATS IT SADGHASJD THANK U FOR SENDIN THESE IN AA 😭

#AGSHDD CRIES SO MUCH #NOW THIS ONE IS REALLY LONG HAHA #atomicmuffin #long post

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bratdroid-blog · 5 years

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The love story of the century, in cinemas now.

@paradoxidolatry

Coco

> You have the smuggest smug smile to ever smug on your face as you start singing for your boyfriend.

"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.

I'm half crazy all for the love of you.

It won't be a stylish marriage.

I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat.

Of a bicycle built for two."

Carro

> You are blushing ear to ear, and though you've got your mouth covered with the heel of your hand, you are grinning widely and earnestly. You laugh, a bit breathlessly.

"Hal..."

Coco

> Aw yeah, that's what you lose to see. You were already feeling extra soft after last night, filled with Anime, sentimental moments and soft touches. A good reminder of why exactly you do love this man despite all his flaws.

> You quickly pull him into a embrace, and press a sweet little kiss on his face.

"So, what do you say, Daisy?"

Carro

> You are, by all counts, a big man. Not the biggest, no, especially in this city of meaty mobsters and bodybuilders, but you know you're fairly tall and well-built for a regular ass human. But that doesn't stop you from feeling so small right in this moment, arms wrapped around Hal, just. Absolutely lit up like a Christmas tree.

> You're still grinning.

"You... are you serious....?"

Coco

"I don't sing Daisy Bell for just anyone, dude. Told you: It's always been just you. I won't ever sing it for anyone else."

> You just wanted to tease him but... The moment seems just a bit too perfect to back out now. This isn't something you had ever expected or calculated but that alone makes it worth it. The unknown is exciting when you get to take the jump with your lover.

> Weird. Were you always THIS gay?

Carro

> You are....for lack of better word, speechless. Your mouth flaps uselessly and soundlessly for a few moments, floundering for something intelligent and witty to say, and you come up painfully, awkwardly short.

> But you do find some words, and those words have a strange, exciting shape: "...Fuck it. Yeah. Yeah, sure, yes, let's. I'd love to... I. Yes, Hal."

Coco

> Just watching him struggle to form a sentence is already enough of a reward but the words that do end up leaving his mouth? Make you wish you had a heart to skip a beat.

> Once again it's a blessing that you can kiss him deeply and talk at the same time.

"Then let's do it, Daisy Bell. You're going to be mine forever, and I'll be yours."

Carro

> You laugh again against his lips and you throw all of yourself into that kiss. You feel 17 again--light and excited and hopeful for the future to come.

"No one else's."

> Shit, are you crying? You sniff and lean back to swipe at your eyes. Fuck, you've been doing this weaksauce shit a lot lately. Goddamn you, Hal--reminding you that you, in fact, still have a heart. You take a moment to step away and breathe, fan yourself off a bit, but you're still grinning.

"Well, fuck, alright, so this is happening. How's it happening? When? We gonna do a whole ass white wedding or?"

Coco

> This is all you ever wanted for him, and if a silly human tradition is what it takes to have him feel that again, you will gladly go along with it. You don't think either of you has ever so much as seriously thought about marriage, let alone considered getting married yourself but damn. If not him, who else? You give him his moment, but the smile on you face doesn't die for a second. Your eyes may be artificial creations but the love in your gaze is as real as it can be. It's always been all for him.

"Well...Don't have a ring right or anything for you babe, but I was thinking we should do something more permanent anyways. You're into tattoos yeah?"

You had considered that one for a while at least, if not in the context of god damn marriage.

"Right now, is what I want to say but I'm afraid my papers aren't official quite yet. That means I have time to get the prettiest damn wedding dress this shit moon has ever seen though, so there's that."

Carro

> A tattoo wedding band. Well, shit goddamn. If that ain't just the best idea you've ever heard. He's already given you a nice scar to mark you by. Why not a tattoo?

"Fuck yeah... Fuck yeah, aight, we can do a tattoo. Maybe engrave your finger or somethin'... get a ring to slow in it later, but just like, something to always have around that can't get lost."

God, what is this feeling? Is this the human emotion called marriage? Aaaand then there's the papers.

"Shit, that's right... How long's that supposed to take, anyway?"

Coco

"That's exactly what I was going to suggest. Let's do this shit. You got a tattoo shop of choice who will take us on today?"

> You are literally buzzing with excitement. This joke got real fast but you are not complaining.

"I'm gonna beg the Queen for this shit, dude. Bitch is a major sucker for this gay shit, I think we have good chances at getting this. About...Sec. About 80%. Messaging her as we speak."

Carro

"Might be able to find someone, but if not, y'know... I trusted you with a scalpel, I think I can trusts you with inking me up."

> You might also literally be buzzing with excitement, and then your jaw drops.

"You're- seriously? The Queen? Right now?"

Coco

"Aw babe... Sure, I can do it if you got the equipment."

> That's even better actually. You haven't done this before, but with the power of internet tutorials? No biggie.

"Fuck yeah I am. Look, we're both not great with authority and whatever, but she runs this damn gay ass moon and she adores me. Might as well use that to get my gay on. right?"

Carro

"Sure do. I'll dig it up after the uh, the wedding I guess."

> You laugh, and you nod, and then you... you exhale deeply, scrubbing your face with your hands as the depth of what's happening slams into you.

"Holy fuck, we're getting married. For real. Tonight."

Coco

"Fuck yeah we are. She said yes. Gotta get our asses to the courthouse asap, dude."

> Yeah, you really are vibrating with excitement. You are running too hot already, but not to the point where you are going to fry your brain for good. Just the good, gay warmth.

> You couldn't possibly resist pulling him close for another deep kiss.

"God. I love you so much, you piece of shit. How dare you do this to me."

> That about sums up your relationship, yeah.

Carro

> And now you're back out of your intense spiral with a laugh and a kiss. You hug him tight and you kiss him again and again until you are utterly breathless.

"Cuz I fuckin love you with every little ... gay-ass bit of my heart, you motherfucker. I can't fuckin believe us, goddamn U-haul gays. 'Hey, long time no see, you wanna move in and get hitched, maybe?'"

Coco

"You said it yourself, we've already been an old married couple before I got this sweet bod of mine. It's only right to make it official, yeah?"

> God, you can hardly believe this yourself. Best stupid decision that started as a joke you made in your whole damn life though.

"Can't wait to start my new life as an official, real ass person by marrying you. Seems fitting. You are stuck with me forever now."

Carro

> You lean in and touch your forehead to his, staring deep into those beautiful fuckin robo eyes.

"There's nobody I'd rather be stuck with."

Coco

"That's fucking gay, dude."

> And you love it, so much. Your hands cup his face, itching to be as close as possible.

"Not gay if it's with a robot, right?"

Carro

> You smile somewhat bashfully at Hal and you shrug lightly.

"...Might still be pretty gay, even with a robot."

Coco

> Oh wow. Is that what it takes to make Dirk Strider finally fucking realize he is indeed, fucking gay? Just a little gay marriage, huh? You said you wouldn't push it though, so you don't.

"Glad I get to be your gay robot exception, dude. Couldn't be happier."

Carro

> You're glad he doesn't push it; you're still gonna be struggling with that one for a while, but... But this? This is good. Great, even. Perfect, actually.

> You kiss him again, and don't let up for a long time, before murmuring,

"Gotta get dressed and get going, I guess. Gonna go pick up Sock along the way. Is Dave... here? We gonna have to pick him up too?"

Coco

> You could spend another few hours kissing him, but you will have plenty of time for that after he becomes your husband. What a weird thought that is. Has you smiling all over again. Seems like your face is stuck like that for now.

"Shit, I don't have any formal clothes dude. How embarrassing is that?"

> Not that you really give a flying fuck over getting married in your usual clothes.

"Yeah, here's hoping he'll be ready in under an hour."

Carro

"Haha, I don't think I've got my good shit out and ready... You can, uh... borrow some of mine, if you want, though? I mean, shit, you could just go naked and I'd be happy."

> You, though, are already stripping off your BIG MILK t-shirt and looking for a clean, half-decent button-up.

"He better be. We got twenty minutes before Sock's ready to pick up."

Coco

"You think all of Derse is ready for my beautiful bod, though?"

That's really the main reason you even bother with clothes at all when you leave the house. Looking at least a bit more normal. Not that you exactly care for anyone's opinion, just makes shit easier.

"Sure, that's romantic right? Boyfriend style is in yeah? Or husband in this case."

Carro

A shudder runs visible through you and your turn a grin back at Hal.

"Say that again."

Coco

"Nu uh. Not yet, my dude. Gotta earn the H word first."

Carro

"Awww, c'mon."

You laugh and then you rummage through your closet until you find a dark red button up for Hal, with silvery white pinstripes.

"Just once."

Coco

> Aw it's your color. He does care. That earns him a quick peck on the lips.

"Fine. You are my motherfucking husbando, Dirk. Better than any fucking anime guy, even Android 17."

Carro

"Shit goddamn. Even Android 17, for real? I must be special."

> You wink and then toss on an orange shit and a black jacket and slacks, before fishing out a matching pair for Hal.

"Does that also make you the husbando? Or is one of us the waifu?"

Coco

"I mean, i ain't giving up on my figures of him for you, but yeah. I'm choosing you over my anime boyfriend."

> That's love bitch.

> This is actually yet another first for you, first time putting on a suit. That shit's not rocket science though.

"A family can be two husbandos and their two baby brothers, who are also dating. Y'know. That sounds exactly like an anime plot actually."

> Thank god that you are not living in an anime, or this shit would be way weird.

Carro

> Jokes on you, life is the ultimate anime.

> But you laugh and you get yourself sorted out, throwing a white tie around your neck but not quite tying it yet. You turn to Hal and look to see if he needs any help...but mostly? You're just staring at him, in awe and full of warm, gay, fuzzy-ass dokis.

"Guess you've got a point there. Life with the Striders is my favorite fuckin anime this season."

Coco

> You have never tied a tie in your life, but you tie his like you've never done anything else in your life. You are a quick learner after all.

"Yeah same..Hey babe?"

> There's never been as good of a moment to get gay. You continue your song from earlier, just for him.

"We will go tandem as man and husbando

Daisy, Daisy

Peddling our way down the road of life

I and my daisy bell

When the roads dark we can both despise

Policemen and the lamps as well

There are bright lights in those dazzling eyes

Of beautiful daisy bell"

> Naturally a song from 1892 did not in fact include the word husbando, but sometimes you just gotta get creative.(edited)

Carro

> Ohhhhh, Hal, you fucker, you've done it now.

> There are actual, real tears running down your face, and you're stuck halfway between mopping them up, and just covering your face, and you really can't decide what to do with your hands, so you instead place them on Hal's hips instead of anywhere near the vicinity of you. You're laughing, and you lean in to kiss him again.

> If you could, you'd never stop kissing him.

> Also you can't believe a song from 1892 is your song, but hey you wouldn't have it any other way. Except maybe a hip-hop cover of the song, down the road.

"I love you."

Coco

"Love you too, Daisy Bell."

> You gladly kiss him again as you gently wipe some of those tears again. God, look at the two of you, getting all sorts of gay in fucking record time. You both really needed this for a long ass time, didn't you?

> You are far too happy to ruin this by psychoanalyzing everything about it, not in this very moment at least.

#ooc #logs #paradoxidolatry

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Q: Can I pray for you?

Yes, Godsdammit, go ahead and pray for me. I get that people don’t want to be weird, and, for some inexplicable internet reason, I’m rapidly becoming some weird brain cancer idol/shrine on Facebook and Instagram (which would explain the creepy robo-prayer calls I occasionally get from :prayer centers” (I’m also old enough to remember when “prayer centers” were called “churches” and/or “temples”). So, here’s the deal: even though I consider myself resourceful, lucky (in a weird way), and cunning, there is literally no way I would know whether you’re praying for me unless you specifically ask or tell me. I appreciate consent, but, really, just go ahead and pray. Unless God is like a special delivery by UPS, and I have to be home at a certain hour to take delivery (again, theologically, that would explain an awful lot). My apologies for running roughshod over a good-hearted request and all that, but your own Holy Book* actually has something applicable: “ And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites. are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and. in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men “ One almost feels a screenwriting possibility...

EXT. GOLGOTHA - DAY - In the background, the followers of Brian are singing an unorthodox but merry song. A crowd gathers around one of the crosses. CHRIST: Why hast thou forsaken me?! CHRISTIAN 1: We haven’t forsaken you, dude. We’re just waiting for the “Kickstarter”pledges to reach the stretch goals before we save you. You okay, Jesus? CHRIST: Oh, rather.** I was wondering, if it wouldn’t be too much to ask for some pliers and a step-stool. CHRISTIAN 1: Yes, since they haven’t been invented, yet. But you seem like you got this. CHRIST: Hang on... CHRISTIAN: See you in three days, dude

I mean, I get that the LDS got into trouble for baptizing Anne Frank, and I’m not advocating that anyone do a post-mortem baptism, unless they can rig me up like “Weekend at Bernie’s,” but, at the same time, Anne probably has bigger, more pressing issues than what is or isn’t being done in her name (especially since we’re still hostile, as a nation, toward refugees and immigrants, which is what the Frank family hoped to be... before the US denied them travel visas). i can only base that on my own experience, but I feel it’d be faster and easier to get forgiveness than permission. I could be wrong, but I’ve never heard of anyone in dire straits getting angry, post-facto, at being prayed for.

So, today marks the second-to-last infusion before, in an ideal world, the Warlocks cut me loose for observation. Again, it’s been an utterly miserable year, but, at the same time, I do feel almost as if I’ll be adrift. When you put every last scrap of energy and potential into a task like this (not dying a horrible death), suddenly having time or energy to do things like carve out a career (or at least make some sort of money on this blog)(again, you guys are only getting a thin dribble of output; there was literally a brief time in my life where had three modes: writing, sleeping, and library).. At the same time, not aggressively and preemptively treating a cancer that is infamous for coming back, is somewhat scary, although I know unending chemo will eventually kill me.

Which brings me to today’s topic, body horror. This is the broad trope/genre of biology horror, usually best-seen in David Croenenberg’s films. It’s not an uncommon sensation for cancer patients to have some distal clump of cells come alive and attack. For most patients, however, that story usually ends with, “And then me arse fell off, and the doctors knew what it was!”(Reminder to self: schedule colonoscopy and/or other recommended preventive/screening procedures, ASAP). For neurosurgery patients - those lucky enough to end the story with, “And then I had neurosurgery,” It’s a slightly different story. For the first few months post-surgery, your sutures hurt like hell - like any major surgery would, I’d imagine. Then comes the longer phase, when they have an odd, itching/stinging sensation. For everyone keeping track, that’s not a continuous sensation - it’ll be maybe a minute or two out of every week, and, when you reach up to scratch, the pain receptors in your scalp will slap you away. After that, you enter the body horror part of neurosurgery, the itchy phase. This is the shortest of the three, and I will admit, horrifying dander is one of the less-offputting aspects of it (you don’t know what relief is until you scratch out self-dissolving stitches). I apologize for that graphic description, but it’s important. So, on November 1 of last year - er, 2017 - I had my most recent neurosurgery (that’s #3, for those keeping track at home). And then, as expected (There’s a reason I started the blog well before any treatment), everything in my life went into hyperdrive, and I didn’t have time to keep track of my new scars (and, really, once handfuls of hair start coming out in the shower, you’re disinclined to investigate further). So, it wasn’t until very, very recently that I realized how very itchy the right side of my head is. Which bodes well for the time frame of entering the recovery period shortly.

I mentioned in a previous post that I never got a PICC or CVS - which are semi-permanent venous access devices - because I had a shunt in my skull last year (2017), and one opening for opportunistic infections every election cycle seems a more-than-generous opportunity. In a year of chemo, that’s generally seemed like the better bet (for me, anyway), even though I have a blood draw every week. Today was the one time I’ve faltered in that decision. I have mentioned that I am notoriously hard to install in IV in - it’s a horrible feeling when you’re on a first-name basis with all the nurses in the chemo ward; it’s dwarfed when not only can you recognise everyone, but the nurse at your station not only recognizes you, she literally ducks out on-sight and calls Alex over)(the nurse on shift today gets full marks for listening to me complain about Alex - “He’s not terribly affable or gentle, and way too fast” - and retorting, “Well, that’s men.”). My previous find-a-vein record is seven. I don’t know if that record was achieved today, I stopped counting after four However, eventually an IV was installed and Keith Richards’ essence distilled into my circulatory system. Then, the second hour, we all waited for my heart to explode (yes, that is exactly what they do, although they have an automated blood pressure cuff to aid their measurements). Then, oddly enough, I encountered a friend from a support group, Which wouldn’t normally be worthy of comment, except she’s a fan (hey, Sarah!), and, based the latest data, the folks who actually use social media and/or social publishing to keep tabs on me/read my stuff are: 1. Close friends and family that are legally obligated to do so

2. Distant friends and family that I probably haven’t thought about in years (hey guys)(if you’re worried that you’re “distant friends and family,” I’ll pray for you)

3. Inhabitants of Narnia or the Hundred-Acre Wood (or wherever people on the Internet live

4. Racing in or out of parking lots as I am leaving

The bad news for today - hopefully - is that this infusion is going to be a bad one, based on how sore I already am, just 3 hours post-infusion. The good news is, I’ve got an Advent Calendar of assorted mostly-legal substances to help my battered psyche onward, I mean, drugs are bad, kids, unless directly monitored and prescribed by a physician.*** Anyway, next week will be the last infusion, hopefully, and, even more hopefully it’ll be followed by a long, uneventful life. That would be ideal, for me; however, since my life is run on the principle of, “What would make the most interesting narrative” I’m going with, “Even odds I’ll come down with Ebola before Monday.”

*My Holy Book is, of course, Dolly Parton’s autobiography. **In this adaptation, Jesus is played by Hugh Laurie, circa 1993 ***Odd final thought of the day: gateway drugs are real, and they serve as the way out of some amazingly awful other drugs.

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fanfictionconnectionwordpress · 6 years

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How would the RFA + Minor Trio react if they found MC's suicide note, read it and then finds MC just as she is about to attempt suicide? This not because of them, but because of her, as she has been depressed and suicidal for a really long time, due to her past and family events. But she never told them about this because she always kept up this happy facade infront of them? Also, could it have a happy ending please?

***Intensity level 1000. This is gonna be quite the ask. Obviously this entire thing is a trigger warning, I don’t think I can make that any more clear than the ask itself. ~Let’s Connect! FFC***

If you are suicidal- Please seek professional help. There are lots of call centers and other resources to help you out there. Remember you are valuable~

Characterbreakdown: Good Ending Original Route Characters, Secret Ending 02 Saeran, VGood Ending, my version of Vanderwood as seen in my VanderwoodBackstory Fanfiction

Vanderwood:

He’s so perceptive that he has always suspected there was something wrong, but upon finding the note his brain is in overdrive.

Vanderwood actually has to completely shut himself down mentally in order to function, because he has to work logically or there’s no way his tracking skills are going to do him any good.

Full on agent mode, it takes him only a few minutes to find you in the attic with one of his weapons.

“Baby, hey…” His voice almost spooked you, especially since it’s a bit choked with tears, agent mode wearing off so fast it’s almost unbelievable.

Vanderwood talks you into handing over the weapon and then wraps you up in his arms, insisting on taking you to the hospital where you’ll get the professional care you need.

He’s with you constantly through your inpatient treatment, sleeping in the chair in your room, because no way is he letting you out of his sight.

Jumin:

His immediate reaction is to call his bodyguards to search the entire building of the penthouse. It’s a big place and there’s lots of area to hide in.

When he gets the call that you’ve been found on the roof, he is there immediately, already on the phone with the hospital to have you admitted for urgent care.

You’re cowering away from the guards, almost ready to jump when Jumin arrives, and he just holds his hand out to you with this pained look on his face. ‘Come with me, MC…please don’t do this.’

Unfortunately, the shock and stress is too much, but a guard manages to grab you before you pass out.

When you wake up in the hospital, your shoulder is dislocated, but you’re alive.

Jumin is sitting at the edge of your bed, hands folded under his mouth before he wakes up upon you shifting in the bed. ‘MC!’

It’s unusual to see him with so much worry and tension plainly visible on his face.

The man will not stop stroking your hair, and no expense is spared in getting you the best professionals to treat you.

Yoosung:

He spends at least a solid minute staring at the note in his hands before it fully processes in his head.

He’s going to lose the person who means the most to him again.

Yoosung starts running frantically through the house, opening doors like a madman before he finds you and just runs at you pulling you into his arms.

Unfortunately for him, that means he ends up getting a little bit acidentally stabbed, which makes you start freaking out because that was not part of the plan.

Sweet Yoobby just winces and keeps holding you as you’re dialing for emergency services. 'It’s okay, precious girl; as long as you’re okay.’

You’re both gonna be in the hospital for a bit, but on the bright side he managed to save you and he calls the scar he earns his 'badge of love.’

Not again. Rika had never made good on her threats, but this note…

V found you in the bedroom with a menagerie of bottles which he hoped the contents of had yet to be consumed.

'Darling…come for a walk with me.’ He knew better now than to try to convince you that everything was fine or you’d feel better in the morning or that, 'Our love can defeat anything.’

He managed to convince you to come along, but the walk you took was a walk to the hospital where he enlisted his childhood friend Jumin’s help in getting you the best of care.

V was careful in his presence, being near to you and supporting you, but trying not to get poetic or artistic about your pain and speaking very little so as to let your doctors do their work without much interference.

This way you could get the help you truly deserved and not his regurgitated poetry.

Jaehee:

This couldn’t possibly be real, just earlier you had been laughing with the customers, but Jaehee was learned in a number of subjects thanks to the many research projects she’d been involved with at C&R and she knew better than to treat the note on her desk flippantly.

Thankfully, she was in good shape, casting off her shoes so that she could run along the streets to find you not far from the motorway.

Jaehee is a lot stronger than she looks judo queen, and she grabs you and just will not let go no matter how you struggle as tears are streaming down both of your faces.

'I won’t let you do this, MC!’

Once you seem to have worn yourself out, she immediately takes you to a hospital, pleading her former boss to assist her, which he does 'for the good of the RFA.’despite the grudge he’d built up.

It’s a blow to her ego, but that doesn’t really matter, considering the circumstances, she’s just happy you’re getting the care you need

Zen:

Thank God he reads quickly, because it gave him the precious time he needed to find you already bleeding in the bathroom, immediately calling emergency from his phone and then holding you.

‘C'mon, princess, let’s escape from the dragon and make our way back to our kingdom.’

He’s started mumbling sweet romantic nothings to you at this point, not just to comfort you as you meekly cry, but also to comfort himself because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Zen will blame himself for always being away from the apartment working on his career and takes a leave of absence from the stage to help you in your recovery, even though it’s hard on him with the call of the stage embedded in his mind.

He will eventually rejoin the stage and you will rejoin society after the hospital releases you much healthier than when you went in.

Seven:

Our tomato boy had always thought your joking around was just a facet of your personality, perhaps in denial that it was a similar coping mechanism to his own, but it was blatantly obvious now.

Seven yelled out the command to shut down the robo dog’s attack command, having no idea how you’d gotten a hold of that remote in the first place or why you would choose such a method.

He can’t help himself from making a joke about burnt toast and overcooked meat thanks to his own coping method, as tactless as it is, as he wraps you up in his arms with this look of extreme pain on his face that you’d only seen on his face when his brother had been in recovery.

Thankfully, Seven doesn’t try to be your doctor the way he did with his brother.

He brings a multitude of toys and gadgets though, making so many jokes and trying so hard to make your time there not seem so bleak that you eventually have to be the one to tell him to relax and let up before he drives himself into some joke induced coma.

Saeran:

Reading thoughts similar to what had been his own once upon a time is like looking into the worst possible mirror. How could he not have noticed?

Saeran tries to push himself into that head-space that he’d long ago left behind, despite the tremendous headache it’s giving him.

It helps him think through where you could be and what you could be doing, bringing down the list of potential hiding places in his brother’s massive bunker significantly.

His headache is almost causing his vision to blur by the time he finds you, which causes his vision to blur from tears as he tries his best to hold you up so that the rope doesn’t constrict your airway.

It’s Seven who finds you, that strange and odd connection he has to his twin leading him straight to you in his own panic and calling the emergency services.

The fortunate news is Saeran got to you quickly enough and you hadn’t snapped anything when you stepped off the chair.

It doesn’t take long for doctors to realize that Saeran is in need of increasing his own therapy visits again with the way he paces around and holds his head, muttering to himself in your hospital room as you sleep.

Thankfully, the RFA has such good access to professional resources so that you’re able to go through recovery together.

Even if you have to be separated for a time, it’s for the best, in order to be the best self you can be to keep from causing relapses in behavior back and forth in a vicious cycle between the two of you.

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red-rosa · 6 years

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All right. So. The following has been bouncing around my head for days and is more of a practice in internal voice than anything. It’s not pretty like some of my others, not really edited much, and not even particularly good. In fact, I’m probably going to delete it later. But it wouldn’t leave me alone, it’s silly and somewhat entertaining, and sometimes I like to think I’m funny, so here it is.

Mentions of Old World Blues and such so if anyone hasn’t gone through it, here’s your warning.

Also @gutsngrace? It’s your fault this is seeing the light of day. Look what you have done.

Two hours until sundown, until the great, slumbering creature that was the goldmine of the desert would wake for a night life that, though it was only a ghostly remnant of what was centuries ago, rivaled any “modern” entertainment around. Two hours that would burn by in sluggish seconds, occupied by simmering heat and sun radiating off cracked payment few seemed to be around for. All was quiet (As quiet as it could be with the now all too-familiar sound of gunshots and fights for survival in the surrounding sand dunes) and calm, the crackling speakers outside droning on once again with the same rotation of songs all knew by heart. However, every now and then a yawn would puncture the suffocating blanket everyone seemed covered by, or perhaps it was the light ding of a machine and muffled curse of some day drunk tourist in the background. Those starlets, those clambered for by the night crowds…they weren’t around yet. Still asleep, maybe, or just tucked away in rooms away in privacy and what peace someone could get in a world such as theirs. There was one noticeable absence; boss wasn’t around, and hadn’t been for days. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She’d often up and disappear, the restlessness of muscles used to eating up miles of dust and adventure that sung in an (admittedly) practiced nervous system driving her away from the bright neon and sloshed merriment. But it wasn’t a concern. She’d come back. She always did.Not that it mattered all that much. Whether she was present or not had little impact on the day to day responsibilities of the city’s inhabitants. It was just business as usual, and one of waiting those long seconds, minutes, hours away. Until it wasn’t.

CRACK.

Inside one of the casinos those behind the counter up front jumped to attention, startled out of their naps by what sounded at first like a gunshot. Before anyone could react beyond that, however, a blinding light seared across vision, everyone in the vicinity flinching away. What the hell? The screaming that followed, however, was anything but ordinary.

——

MUGS! GIMME GIMME GIMME-

Hang on. Who was shouting about mugs and why? Why was this important? Why was her head ringing? …. And why did her tailbone hurt like it’d been shattered and put back together (Something she was uncomfortably familiar with due to other unfortunate circumstances that seemed to follow her like bad habits)?

It took a few seconds but soon enough the courier had realized that she was no longer standing in front of the too friendly auto-doc listening to a bewildering set of AI but instead was…back at the Tops? Wait, what? Since when had that…?

And who was saying her name?

“Boss? Damn it, Six, come on. You gotta hear me.”

Looking around with bleary eyes, it took Willow a moment to realize the hand on arm belonged to someone who might actually need some explanation as to why there was now a miniature securitron racing around his lobby screaming about porcelain. Oh, she hoped the robot didn’t reach for one.

From what she could see from her now sitting position (Rather than the ragdoll sprawl she’d apparently been thrown into when she was…whatever from the Sink), the Chairmen were (understandably) jumpy and upset. She wouldn’t put it past one of them to put a bullet through the brain of wires and circuit boards just to make…him? It? Whatever. To make Muggy (Ha! Right! That was his name!) shut up. Which would be a shame, all things considered. She’d promised to help-

“Willow.“

Oh shit, she’d been drifting again, hadn’t she? Giving her head a shake and instantly regretting it (Okay, ow, brains were heavy and she’d forgotten that in their brief separation), she forced herself to look back at Swank whose own expression had shifted between alarm, annoyance, and concern in an extraordinarily short amount of time. Awww, was he actually worried about her?

"What is that?” Hmph. Apparently not. Just about the robot causing havoc among his family. Wasn’t that rude?

“It’s just a securitron.”

“I can see that."

"He has problems.” “….I can see that too. What is it doing here?”

Good question. When they (Strange asshole computer brain things that shouted too much and apparently couldn’t remember one damn name) had said she could leave, she hadn’t imagined she’d be ejected from the facility immediately. She still had things to do! She had to help round up the last of the renegade robots, for one. Not to mention there was still the other Sink AI she had to find, the materials to update the proton axe, the trauma suits….There had been much to be done, and she’d been thrown out like….well, just another lobotomite.

"Well, you see…“ She paused again, trying to find the right answer that wouldn’t have her thrown out of another building in less than five minutes. "There was this…thing."

She felt more than saw him pause in his inspection of the new scar on her head (Damn, for a guy that rolled his eyes every single time she "jokingly” called him her brother, he sure was acting like they were family now), the hand on her arm tightening.

“A thing?”

“Yeah, a thing. It was projecting…” Gosh, why was it so hard to think? Maybe the surgery had gone wrong? “An eye. On this giant screen.”

"….Are you high right now?“ Talk about insulting. She never took chems! It was a rule. Smoking and drinking, fine. She’d do that socially; it was part of the game, after all. She was in control of the Strip and thus had to…had to…

Shit, what did she have to do?

"I am no-”

“I had to administer Med-X after we angered the last robo-scorpion. I’m sorry. Was I not supposed to do that?”

“Holy..!” Both she and Swank jumped at the unexpected voice, though the courier did have to appreciate the fact he hadn’t abandoned her to this unknown entity. Or, at least, he hadn’t let go of her and run for the hills yet. That had to count for something, right?

“I thought I told you not to give me that stuff.” Oh God, was she whining? That sounded like whining. At least it explained why her head was feeling both heavy and stuffed. A sigh escaped her as she glared down at the too tight stealth suit that had, until the least inconvenient time, stayed silent.

….And now it wasn’t saying anything at all. Great. She hadn’t looked crazy enough before. Why not add to it? Risking another peek at the new head of the Family, she grimaced at his expression. Right now she was probably up there with No-Bark on the sanity scale, and he was probably regretting the moment she’d stepped onto the Strip. So much for a normal day.

“Okay look, I can explain….” She huffed, attempting to rise to her feet and cursing her inability to handle chems in any capacity. Well hell, if anyone found out about this particular weakness…

She’d deal with it another day. Maybe when standing didn’t require slinging an arm around the shoulders of another person and allowing them to take most of her weight.

“Okay.” One step, then another, then another, then an-

Wait. Yet another pause. Willow, being careful not to let the Pip-Boy on her wrist smack her poor (Friend? Employee?) ally upside the head at the abrupt halt, fought past the haze one last time in an attempt to handle at least some of the situation. She hadn’t come back alone…?

“GIVE ME THE MUG!”

Right. Had to handle that. She glanced around, squinting until she found Muggy who’d been rounded up to a corner by a gaggle of people and one normal-sized securitron that, if she was seeing things correctly (which was questionable under current circumstances), appeared to be inching towards the door. “Hey! Leave Muggy alone, okay?"

….She was getting really tired of these looks the Chairmen kept giving her.

"Muggy, behave.”

"BUT-”

“No.” With another hard glare at the little robot (Or, at least, the best version she could give while trying not to go cross-eyed under the influence of Med-X), she sighed and turned back towards the stairs. Another climb. Wonderful.

“Make sure they get along until I can do …something about this.” This last was directed towards Swank who, much to her annoyance, seemed to have gotten over his worry enough to shoot her a smirk as he helped her up. Cocky son of a bitch. At least he wouldn’t drop her down the stairs. He’d want the explanation of this too much to risk further injury to her now. Some small comfort that was.

“Sure thing, boss.”

“And that someone makes sure nothing else appeared and caused problems.”

“Whatever you say."

”…You’re never letting me live this down, are you?“

"Not a chance.”

#formatting this was awful #never again #so my apologies for any mistakes #delete later?#yeah the whole poised and charming thing she has when meeting with politicians/leaders?#it's a mask #this is usually how things are going in her head #and life #c. willow #mention of dugs/chems #cursing #injury?#just in case

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Frosted Flame - A RWBY FreezerBurn Fic.

She steps on her glyph, catapulting herself high in the air, carefully avoiding the claw of the white beowolf that was coming for her arm. Weiss doesn't need another scar to mar her features. Tightening her grip on Myrtenaster, she leaps down to stab the white grimm in the chest before pushing off and attacking the wolf that was behind her, putting her rapier straight into the creature's eye.

The white haired warrior looks at three other wolves and readies herself for their attack.

She ducks down, slicing the leg off a wolf before putting her blade through its neck. It vanishes in the air, allowing her to see that one wolf seems to be intent on taking a bite off her face. She raises her rapier, slicing the creature's mouth off before leaping back to reclaim her personal space.

She glances down and sees there's only one cartridge of dust left in Myrtenaster so she knows she can only use it as a last resort.

It's certainly harder, fighting the beasts off without the aid of dust but Weiss perseveres, wiping the sweat from her brow before running toward her opponents. This is the point of the exercise, to be able to hold off her enemies with just her semblance and her sword skills and not to rely on expertise with dust.

With the embargo, dust has become expensive and almost like a rare commodity, one that will prove to be harder for her to obtain given her recent status as a former heiress.

She finishes off the last wolf and allows herself to catch her breath and relish in her accomplishment.

The sound of boots hitting the ground causes her to look toward the direction of the house. She sees Yang, sauntering her way with an easy and welcoming smile.

"We gotta stop meeting like this." Yang says as she approaches Weiss.

The snow haired girl releases a small smile, a part of her was glad that she's not the only one who's having sleeping while a bigger part is immensely worried because the buxom blonde seems to be having trouble sleeping.

She remembers their days at Beacon and how hard they all had to work in order to wake up their brawler teammate.

"Having trouble sleep?" concern drips out of her tone.

"I guess I'm still adjusting to missing an eighth of my body." Yang shrugs. "I woke up trying to reach my pillow with my right hand." she explains and Weiss is thankful she didn't wake from a nightmare. Weiss had read about it on her scroll once, how traumatic effects could plague the mind well after the event. "You?"

"I can't always depend on a white knight to save me." as great a fighter as Weiss is, she knows she's needed to be saved more times than she cares to admit.

"It's a little too early to be working yourself so hard though." she has been watching the shorter girl train for almost a half hour now, never stopping even though Yang had seen her clutching her breast as she struggled to breathe just moments ago.

The blonde tosses a water bottle at her friend who catches it with a thankful smile on her face. Weiss twists the bottle open, gulping the cool liquid content heartily.

"My sister, Winter," Weiss begins after wiping the excess water from her mouth. "Warned me once that she wouldn't always be there to save me." she confesses, finding it easy to confide in Yang after the blonde opened up about her own struggles. Besides, she doesn't have things like etiquette and reputation to worry about now. Because in her father's eyes, she's no longer fit to carry the Schnee name, the one that he married into. "I didn't realize it would happen much sooner than either of us anticipated." Yang watches the snow haired maiden.

"Does she know what your father did to you?" she asks, liking that Weiss feels comfortable enough to share such intricate details of her life.

"She's busy trying to keep peace." the kingdoms are on the brink of war after all. "I'm not her responsibility." she stands, tall and proud and regal, just like the Weiss Schnee that Yang first met at Beacon not so long ago. But if one were to take a closer look, one would see the fatigue and forlorn look in her ice blue depths. "I'm luckier than she was." She looks at the blonde brawler and she knows she isn't alone. "She didn't have anyone when she defected from my father." Weiss is quite content to start off just like her sister did, with absolutely no help from other family members. "And I'm quite through being the damsel in distress." she has no desire to be a burden on Yang and Ruby, doesn't want them to constantly look over their shoulders to see if the ice princess needs their assistance.

Ruby already has to worry about avenging Penny and Pyrrah. She doesn't want to add to the younger girl's list. And Yang, the last time she came to aid one of her friends didn't exactly end well. Weiss doesn't want her to lose more limbs, especially not on her account.

"Well, If all princesses looked as good as you, I'd never stop rescuing them." the blonde smirks and Weiss is trying to fight off the blush forming on her cheeks.

She knows this is just Yang being Yang, making suggestive and sometimes flirtatious comments in order to ease the tension and lighten the mood. The former heiress supposes it is a bit too early in the morning for deep heart to heart talks so Weiss relaxes, deciding she's shared enough for one day.

"Where's your…" she trails, eyes trained on area where Yang's robotic limb is supposed to be.

"I can't always depend on my robo arm to beat baddies." the golden haired beauty remarks as she raises her organic limb. "Got to stretch the muscles and not just the wires." she winks playfully at the white haired woman rolls her eyes affectionately.

"How about we spar then?" she suggests.

It has been a while since she sparred with an actual person instead of one of the loyal subjects that she conjures. Truth be told, she misses Yang's spontaneity in battle.

The blonde has a way of keeping her on her feet. Ruby always wants things to be finished quickly so she tends to rush her attack, relentless and rapid in succession. Blake tends to be an opportunistic fighter, leaving a clone here and there to create an opening before she makes her kill. Yang's decidedly the most unmethodical out of all of them. Weiss's attacks are more direct and decided than Yang's, who always opts to use training sessions as both a means to better their abilities and more importantly, to bond.

"Thanks Weiss!" the one armed woman grins and Weiss knows there's an awful joke on the tip of her tongue, just waiting to be released. "I can always count on you to give me a hand!"

Much to both their surprise, the usually composed and uptight former heiress releases a loud laugh. Yang easily joins in.

The sun rises as the two laugh their way into the new day.

xxxx

The door closes and she looks away from her scroll only to find a pair of lilac eyes staring right into her ice blue depths. Yang's dramatically plops herself onto the bed, placing her head on the shorter girl's lap.

"Watcha doing?" Yang questions as she relaxes.

It never occurred to Weiss, how touchy feely Yang seems to be, how easily and eagerly she encroaches upon someone's personal space. The buxom blonde doesn't seem to be aware of a little thing called boundaries.

Weiss tears her eyes away from her curious depths, resuming her reading on the scroll once more.

"I'm trying to read about the latest update about the latest military action in the area." she explains and Yang knows it's because she wants news about her sister. With the communications still down, there's no way to contact the older snow haired maiden to let her know she's okay. "I'm also trying to find out about the dust embargo." as long as her father's busy trying to keep the business afloat, he won't be scheming to get her back just yet.

"Hmm…" Yang releases a breathy sigh as she settles closer to the snow haired angel. "Find out anything?"

"No." Weiss tosses the scroll to the side and to her surprise she finds her free hand is tangled in a nest of gold. "Oh," she makes a move to retract her appendage but the blonde is quick to grab onto her wrist. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." she knows Yang is very sensitive about her hair but she hadn't realized that she's been fiddling with her golden tresses.

"It's okay." she guides the former heiress's hand back onto her head. "You can keep going." her long flowing locks feeling smooth against Weiss's fingertips. "It's actually pretty calming."

"You're bored aren't you?" Weiss can practically feel the energy radiating through the ends of her hair.

"I was, but I'm a little better now." she's being honest because the former heiress's actions are really helping put her restless spirit at ease. "You're really good at that, you know." Weiss trails her fingernails gently against her scalp.

"For an ice queen?" she narrows her eyes at the blonde in her lap.

"Come on, we both know you're really warm and fuzzy on the inside." Yang knows this from experience. "I can't remember the last time Ruby and I just sat down and played with each other's hair like this." it seems so long ago that their life was so simple.

"Can't say I've had that much practice with that." life at the Schnee manor had always been hectic. Winter and Weiss always had recitals and lessons and training. There was hardly ever any time to just relax. "I mean, a servant let me do her hair once, but my mother caught us and banned everyone else from letting me touch their scalp." Weiss chuckles. "I think my mother was trying to discourage any dreams I'd have of becoming a hair dresser."

"I would pay to see that!" her shoulders shake with her laughter as she clutches her stomach.

"What, you don't think I can do your hair?" she questions.

"I think you can do anything, Weiss." Yang answers assuredly with a bright and trusting smile. "But, I guess I would like a demo." Yang abruptly sits up, her back toward the former heiress with her hair clearly within Weiss's reach. "I trust you." ice blue eyes narrow in determination as she gently takes the hair in her hands.

She braids the silky locks with careful precision, ignoring the churning her stomach and the voice in her head that's reminding her how sacred this seemingly simple act is to Yang who's extremely particular about her hair.

"Done." Weiss proclaims.

She watches as Yang grabs the scroll on the other side of the bed, using the black screen as a mirror as she turns her head, appraising her new hairstyle.

"Looks great." she places the scroll down and Weiss releases a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "My turn." Yang turns quickly, reaching up to Weiss's bun, pulling the pin holding it in place off. She watches as straight white locks cascade and frame the former heiress's face. Yang proceeds to brush the shorter girl's snowy mane with her fingers, gathering a few before tying it into a smaller bun. She finishes, admiring her handiwork as she succeeded in putting half the of Weiss's hair up in a bun while the other half runs freely down her shoulders. Yang tucks stray strands behind Weiss's ears. "I always thought you look really good with your hair down." her hand, the cold metal contraption, rests against the snow maiden's cheek. "Sorry." she tries to tear the artificial limb away but the shorter girl holds it in place.

"Thank you." Weiss whispers as she looks at those lilac eyes.

She knows Yang is attractive, with her wavy blonde hair framing a pretty blemish free face and bosomy figure, it's no wonder the boys at Beacon all drooled over the blonde bombshell.

But perhaps the most attractive feature about the blonde is her eyes, and she's not talking about the way they flicker shades from a light purple to a fiery red. No, it's how they depict the very essence of the brawler. She can feel the potency of Yang's strength, her passion, although right now they seem to be shining something else Weiss doesn't dare name.

Seeing all that apparently renders one incapable of movement or thought. Weiss hadn't known the blonde had been capable of such a feat but here she is, experiencing it first hand.

"You look beautiful." Yang replies as she stares deep into those icy blue depths.

They've always looked cold, depicting Weiss's calculating and determined character. But there's more to the former heiress than her ambitions. The more she's gets to know the snow haired maiden the easier it is to see behind the frost.

They're too absorbed in the moment to hear the footsteps approaching their room. They're too focused on each other to notice the doorknob being turned.

"Yang!" Ruby opens the door. "Lunch is…" she trails, eyes narrowed at the sight of her sister and Weiss. "ready." she finishes slowly, wondering why her sister and her partner are so close with their faces almost touching.

"Let's eat!" Nora asks as she peeks in the room.

"Um," Yang looks to Weiss who just grants her a small timid smile as she reclaims her space.

"Sounds great." she rises from the bed and approaches her two friends by the doorway, pausing to throw the blonde a look over her shoulder. "Come on, some food might do us some good." maybe filling their stomachs will give them an opportunity to clear their heads.

"Right." Yang looks at her sister, ignoring the questioning look in her eyes, as she stands to join the others.

xxxx

Their rag tag group walks down the street. Ruby and Nora are animatedly talking with the not so new guy, Oscar, while Ren and Jaune walk behind them, grins on their faces as they listen to the girls bantering. Qrow is busy taking a swig from his trusty flask not too far behind.

Weiss and Yang walk, shoulders gently brushing against each other while they sneak glances at the other through their peripherals.

The left over charge of whatever that moment was in the room is still evident. It's actually becoming more potent with each passing day. Now it's lingering in the air, thick enough to cut, and Yang is a little eager to get to the bottom of things while Weiss finds herself intrigued by this apparent new development between her and the taller girl.

They reach the town square and Nora and Ruby become even livelier as they look upon what the city of Mistral has to offer them.

"Ooh!" Ruby's gaze is trained on the weapons section of the market. She and Nora look at each other, grins spreading madly, before bouncing off in that direction. "Come on guys!" she looks behind her, gesturing for them to follow.

"Um." Oscar stays still, uncertain about what he should do.

"Let's go." Jaune puts a hand on the newbie's shoulder. "You can hear all about the new shotgun axe." he's witnessed how consumed Ruby gets whenever she sees a new weapon. The smaller boy clutches his cane. "Not that there's anything wrong with what you got now, Professor Ozpin." he backtracks, not wishing to offend his mentor. "I just figure it'd be good for Oscar to know about other weapons and how dust works and stuff."

"Not a bad idea, Mr. Arc." Ozpin remarks before handing the reigns back to Oscar.

"Come on, we have to stop Nora before she gives a live demonstration." Ren states with a surprisingly relaxed smile as he follows the enthusiastic pair down the road.

"I need a refill." Qrow mumbles as the five head the opposite direction.

The rest of the team ventures off, leaving the unlikely pair alone. The tall blonde looks at the white haired beauty, smiling as their eyes meet for once again.

"You want to go look for some clothes?" Yang suggests as she watches Weiss run her fingers through her white locks, ignoring how her organic fingertips are itching to bury themselves in the silky snow. "I mean, I totally don't mind you borrowing my stuff," Weiss doesn't really have anything to sleep in so she's been borrowing Weiss's stuff, seeing as they've been sharing a room. Yang hadn't really wanted to uproot Nora who's been rooming with Ruby since Team RNJR had arrived. Plus, she figures she could save the snow haired former heiress from the hammer wielder's rather boisterous morning routine. "But maybe you'd want something more comfortable?" surely the former heiress would rather sleep in a more luxurious nighty than her ratty baggy t-shirts.

"Your shirts are really comfortable." in truth Weiss feels more restful in Yang's clothes than her silk nightgowns. She suspects it because they feel homey, like they've been worn in because they've been frequently used, and of course there's the fact that they smell just like Yang, like peaches and a warm sun. "But if it bothers you that I'm sharing your clothes…" she doesn't want to be a nuisance.

"Trust me, I really don't mind seeing you in my clothes." Yang's seen the shorter girl in her fancy sleepwear in their dorm but she can't say she remembers seeing Weiss so relaxed. And also, there's something strangely satisfying about witnessing the usually uptight, prim and proper girl look so at home, with her long flowing white locks down and a sleepy look in her eyes while she sports on the brawler's oversized t. "I figure you'd want something more your taste."

"Well, there are certain items that I need to procure but…" she trails off.

"My mom stole your things and your money!" Yang concludes. In their haste to get away, Weiss hadn't asked for her things back and simply grabbed her trusty rapier and hopped on the blonde's bike. "Geez." she lifts her robot arm in order to scratch the back of her head. "I'm really sorry about that Weiss." her mother really is quite the character.

"It's not your fault." she's not going to hold children accountable for the wrongdoings of their parents.

After all, she would hate for someone to do that to her after all her father's done to the faunus and everyone else that he considered less, which was basically everyone who isn't a Schnee.

"Well, I know the other branch of my family would be more than happy to repay you for all the trouble my mom caused." she smirks devilishly. "I'll be right back." there's a mischievous glint in her eyes as she takes off in the direction Qrow is going.

It isn't long before Weiss hears Qrow screaming. She sees the blonde bounding toward her, looking absolutely gleeful.

"What did you," she doesn't get to finish the question because Yang's grabbing onto her hand and pulling her down the street, away from the blonde's uncle's hunched form. "Yang!" Weiss squeals as the buxom beauty continues to drag her further into the market place, away from her mother's twin sibling.

"Don't worry, I left him plenty of lien to buy…" she looks around the area before leaning in. "Stuff." Yang whispers loudly, speaking of course about dust they may need and her uncle's favorite beverage. "Now, on to the goods!"

"Where should we go?" Weiss questions as she looks around.

"How about that one?" she points to the nearest clothing store near them. "Looks good." she eyes the items outside the display window and the snow haired maiden just grabs her hand and pulls her inside.

They walk around the shop, perusing the items, fingers entwined. It's a thing, now, apparently.

Ever since that day in the room, they've both taken every excuse and opportunity to find a way to come in contact with each other. It started with just lingering touches, a hand on a shoulder, brushing fingertips longer than necessary on a body part. Then it evolved to playful pouncing during their sparring sessions, to cuddling whenever they're in the same room, and holding hands when they're strolling down their temporary residence's grounds.

They just always need to be touching.

Neither girl's fighting the development but they haven't really talked about what exactly is going on between them, seeing as what's happening is clear to them both.

They reluctantly break apart, allowing Weiss to peruse the store whilst Yang hangs back, watching snow haired angel flit about. She smiles, appreciating the sight of the former heiress looking absolutely at ease. With all that's going on, it's nice to be able to enjoy mundane activities like shopping for clothes.

"What do you think?" Weiss asks as she holds up a white shirt.

"Try it on." Yang suggests as she tilts her head in the direction of the fitting room. She watches as the wheels turn in Weiss's mind and pretty soon, she sees the former heiress grabbing a bunch of clothes that she pushes toward her blonde haired companion. She laughs as she takes the items and is about to head into the fitting room but pauses when something on the rack catches her eye. She grabs the item and tosses it toward the rapier wielder. "I bet the color would look good on you."

Weiss looks at the yellow sundress in her hands and nods her head in agreement before venturing in a fitting room herself.

They spend the majority of the time trying on different outfits and modeling them for each other, laughing and smiling. It feels like they're just two teenage girls having fun, instead of warriors in training about to enter into war with the sorceress who created the walking nightmare they fear the most.

"I just need a few things really." Weiss remarks as they exit the fitting room. Just some necessities and perhaps that one outfit, apart from her yellow sundress, she tried on that made Yang stammer for a good minute. "If it's alright with you, I'll just meet you by the register in a few minutes?" because there are some items she really does need to procure and will prefer to obtain them without Yang's watchful eye.

"You'd leave me all alone in this strange place?" apparently Weiss is powerless against the Xiao Long-Rose puppy dog pout.

"Come on." she grabs her hand and pulls her to the direction of the underwear section of the store, trying to control the fluttering in her chest. "Before I change my mind." she suspects she's going to die of embarrassment by the time they're done with this little excursion.

"I don't suppose you'd want to model these for me?" Yang asks as she holds up a pair of white lace panties. Weiss pointedly ignores the blonde. "Wait… you mean to tell me…" she trails off as she realizes something very important. She'd seen the undergarments that Weiss leaves out to dry at night in their bathroom. "So you mean, you're completely naked when you're wearing my shirt?" Weiss swears she can see a bit of drool pooling in the corner of the buxom blonde's mouth.

"I don't think we should be talking about this." Yang takes her red stained cheeks as confirmation.

"I disagree." her eyes are glazed over as she envisions just what Weiss looks like without the cotton t. "I think we should definitely be talking about this." she grins salaciously as her eyes trail down the white haired beauty's slender form.

"Are you… are you picturing me naked?!" she shrieks, cheeks a blaze.

"Yep." Yang looks at her unabashedly and Weiss's eye twitches in irritation and embarrassment while she fights off the smile threatening to form between her lips. It's amazing, really, how the taller girl manages to make her feel so many things so profoundly. "I always wondered what's under all those ruffles."

"You should be so lucky to find out." she huffs with the air of superiority that Yang undoubtedly finds attractive.

"Well," she saunters toward the shorter girl, hips swaying a bit more than usual, as she lays on her Yangtastic charm full blast upon her teammate. "I'm kinda hoping I will be." honesty's always been her strong suit.

"I should slap you for being so bold." the small smile on her face is filled with amusement.

"You wouldn't." she's oozing with confidence as she tilts her chin boldly at the shorter girl. "You like me too much." and Weiss doesn't have it in her to offer protests.

"You're so sure of yourself, aren't you?" she doesn't bother hiding her smile, staring fondly at the confident blonde as her eyes trail over the buxom blonde's beauty. "It doesn't help that you have every reason to be." because Yang is definitely the complete package.

"I like seeing you like this." she reaches out to the snow haired maiden, entwining their fingers together, before pulling her closer.

"Completely at your mercy?" Weiss allows herself to be drawn toward the blonde.

"Relaxed." Yang clarifies as much as she enjoys having those icy blues roam her body, she likes that Weiss is not having to struggle to form a diplomatic response, likes that she feels comfortable enough to not fuss and feel like she has to keep up a facade. "Seeing you just be yourself." Weiss certainly isn't too concerned with decorum lately.

"I guess you're rubbing off on me." it's a little bit of that and the fact that today may very well be the last quiet moment they have for a while.

"Not yet, but I will be." she wags her eyebrows suggestively, enjoying the way Weiss's cheeks redden with each passing second. "I mean, if you're willing." Weiss's body is doing strange things but her upbringing doesn't let her knees buckle just because a beautiful girl is smirking suggestively her way.

"Take me to dinner first and we'll see." she manages to push out despite her self-consciousness seeing as she's never been good at this flirting thing.

"You asking me to ask you out?" it's probably not the protocol, Weiss realizes.

But she also knows that Yang's not really the conventional type anyway and she might even appreciate the usually prudish girl's forwardness. Judging from the look on Yang's face, she's not wrong.

"What do you think, you brute?" Weiss taps her foot impatiently because while she knows they should be focusing on the battle ahead, it's also become apparent that their existence in the future is not a guarantee. Also, she's not used to putting her heart on a sleeve, seeing how well it turned out last time. She shakes the thought out of her head because Yang is nothing like Neptune. "Well?" she presses, arms crossed as she dares the blonde to pose the question that'll effectively solidify the change in their relationship.

"Weiss," in the blink of eye lilac depths have been replaced by a fiery red because, as they're both learning, it's passion that makes them turn and not anger. "Have dinner with me tomorrow night?" as much as she wants to seal the deal, the group had all agreed to meet up and have dinner at the restaurant near their hotel.

"It's a date." Weiss squeezes the taller girl's hand and smiles.

xxxx

She sighs as she hops off her treasured motorcycle. After breakfast, she had taken off in order to find something to do for her date with Weiss tonight. She scoured the city for an activity she thinks the snow haired beauty will enjoy.

Sadly nothing seems good enough since Yang knows Weiss deserves only the best. Dinner just seems so generic and mundane and the buxom blonde is certain that she can do much better than that. Her footsteps are heavy with her indecision as she ventures inside the house, struggling to find something to do tonight.

She's inexperienced with this, not because she's never dated, but because she never had to try so hard before.

Dating, like most things in her life, was always just about having fun. She'd meet someone, they'd go out, and that was that. She didn't care beyond that because she's never been much for thinking ahead.

But that was before.

Weiss is decidedly different than the rest of her previous entanglements and Yang has never wanted things to past a second date.

She huffs. She's probably making things more complicated than they have to be but she's hardly to blame. Weiss is used to class and luxury, having been born with a platinum spoon in her mouth, so having a meal at some fancy restaurant will do nothing to impress the former heiress. Yang wants this to be memorable and special to ensure that she'll get countless more outings with her teammate.

The blonde can't help but shake her head at the thought of wanting more with her white haired counterpart.

If someone had asked her a month ago what she thought about Weiss, she'd have considered her nothing more than a dear friend. The former heiress had been right when she'd said that they aren't the closest in the group.

Things certainly have changed.

"Uh Yang, are you busy?" Ruby calls out as she walks toward her sister. She shifts her weight on the balls of her feet as she struggles to look the blonde in her eyes. She wrings her fingers together. "I was wondering if we can hang out, just the two of us?"

"Uh?" she looks at her watch and sees that there's just a couple hours left before her date with Weiss. "Weiss and I are actually…"

"It's fine." Weiss interjects as she enters the living room, knowing Ruby's probably dying to spend some time alone with her sister since her partner has taken up most of Yang's time. "Rain check for the tomorrow night instead?" she tiptoes and presses her lips on the blonde's cheek, sealing the promise with a kiss. "Yang?" she regains a measure of personal space and finds the tall blonde looking completely dazed.

"You got it, princess!" the buxom beauty exclaims after repossessing her ability to think. "Just you and me." her white haired companion walks toward the exit to join the others. "Get ready for the most unforgettable night of your life!"

Weiss grants her a wide smile before disappearing behind the door. Yang stares at the spot the former heiress vacated, still dazed.

"Um." Ruby begins, calling her sister's attention toward her. "Sorry about springing this on you." she chuckles awkwardly, sporting an apologetic smile. "I didn't realize you and Weiss had plans." but perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised.

"It's fine Rubes." she squeezes her younger sister's shoulder gently in assurance.

"I just thought it'd be nice for you and I to do something," the shorter girl remarks. "Since you've been spending a lot of time with Weiss lately." she looks toward were the others are located before focusing her silver gaze back on her older sister.

"You're right." she'd been neglecting her sister, unintentionally of course. "And I'm sorry about that." it's a genuine apology.

"It's okay!" Ruby is quick to assure, shaking her hands lively. "You know, at first I thought it was because you still hadn't forgiven me, that you were avoiding me." she confesses.

"Ruby, I told you." she wants to put her sister at ease.

"I know. But I think I understand it a little better now." there's a bit of mischief in her eyes so Yang readies herself, knowing where her little sister's steering the conversation toward. "So, you and Weiss huh?" Yang nods.

"Too weird?" she asks because they're teammates and most of all, because Ruby is her sister.

"I guess I just didn't see it coming but I think it makes sense." Ruby's smile is one that's filled with warmth and acceptance. "She's the only person that can get you to focus and you're the only one who can get her to relax." there's more to it than that, Ruby's sure, but it's the simplest observation she can give at the moment. "You're good for each other." she concludes.

"We are." Yang readily agrees. "And now that we have your seal of approval, think you can help me give her a memorable first date? I kinda got too caught up in the moment and now I have no idea what to do." she figures she could use all the help she can get.

"I'd love to help!" Ruby exclaims. "Oooh, maybe you can take her out to that restaurant we passed by yesterday? I think they serve her favorite dessert." she begins, eyes wide with excitement as she continues to name activities for her sister and her partner to enjoy on their date. Yang just sits and takes mental notes. "What do you think?" the younger girl finally finishes her list.

"Those are all good ideas, Rubes but I think Weiss would want something a little simpler." she realizes.

"Well, you now her best." the energetic team leader responds with her usual upbeat attitude accompanied with an encouraging smile. "And I'm sure all that matters to Weiss is you two spending time together." they both know there's truth to her words.

"I think I have just the thing then." it feels a little easier to breathe now that she doesn't have to worry about tomorrow night. "Now that that's settled, we can focus on our sister bonding time!" Yang exclaims as she locks her arm around her younger siblings shoulders and pulls her close. "Glad to see you're still growing."

"The milks been helping." she murmurs.

"That explains your height but what about those." she raises her index finger toward her sister's chest and the speedster yelps as she quickly crosses her arms in front of her ample sized breasts.

"You're just jealous because they're bigger than Weiss's now!" Ruby shrieks.

"Hey, I love Weiss's body just the way it is." she definitely wouldn't change a thing. "But how exactly would you know that yours are bigger?" the devilish grin on her face makes Ruby extremely nervous. "Been staring at Weiss a lot?"

"I mean… I… Her dress doesn't really cover her assets." she treads carefully.

"Actually, I think her dress covers her ass set," she's of course referring to the ruffled petticoat that's covering the girl's hindquarters. "But luckily it shows off her boobs just right." her metallic thumb is raised in approval and Ruby can't help but laugh at her older sister's antics.

She's glad because after all that Yang's been through, all that she's lost, her sister still has the ability to smile and laugh.

xxxx

She's making some last minute improvements while she waits for her date to finish getting ready and come down from their shared room. Anxiety and excitement is coursing through her veins. She had changed in Ruby and Nora's room in order to legitimize the experience so Weiss has no idea what she's wearing tonight.

The sight of his niece fiddling with hair in front of the living room mirror is what greets Qrow when he enters the shared space.

"I see history's repeating itself." he murmurs.

"If you mean teammate's dating each other, then yes." she eyes him warningly. "But the other half is something I'm gonna make damn sure doesn't happen again." she knows he's not going to try to discourage her but that doesn't mean he's not going to warn her about how this whole thing can blow up in her face.

"Hey," there's a weight against her shoulder and she realizes her uncle's placed his hand there. "I'm sure it won't." he remarks with unwavering confidence. "You've learned from our mistakes." he knows she won't make the same ones they did. "How secrets and unshared truths can break even the strongest of bonds." there's darkness clouding his eyes. "Have fun." Qrow gives her a reassuring squeeze. "Don't do anything I would though." he winks with a suggestive grin before turning on his heels and making his way toward the kitchen.

Yang pauses, the weight of her uncle's words settling in her mind. She'd always wondered why her uncle had paid such close attention to her younger sister instead of her, his blood relative.

Perhaps there was something more to her uncle's dynamic with her stepmother. She shakes her head in attempt to free her mind from these thoughts. She'll have to ask Qrow about it another night. Tonight, her attention needs to be focused somewhere else, with someone much more deserving.

The sound of a door opening catches her attention. She looks toward the stairs and sees the object of her affections making her way down.

"I wasn't sure what we're doing tonight." Weiss explains.

She reaches the bottom of the steps, letting Yang see her outfit for their date. Deciding to forgo her usual attire of skirts and dresses, she's actually donned on a pair of light blue pants that the blonde swears had to have been painted on with how well they're hugging Weiss's form.

Her top consists of a sleeveless collared shirt that stops in her midsection because apparently Weiss is intent on showing off the assets she usually covers, not that Yang is complaining of course.

In fact, she seems to be struggling to form a coherent thought as she continues to appreciate the sight before her.

"Looking good Weiss!" Nora interjects, her head floating near the doorway sandwiched between Jaune and Ren because apparently everyone wants to witness this event. "Have fun you two!" she yells as her two teammates proceed to drag her off.

"Thank you Nora." Weiss responds kindly.

"She's right," Yang's glad she's regained her sensibilities. "You do look beautiful." the white haired beauty's even placed her hair in a half ponytail, the majority of her long locks cascading down her shoulder.

"You don't look so bad yourself." she observes her date for the night.

Yang's hair is bound in a fairly thick braid as she sports beige colored shorts and a with a matching long sleeve shirt, sleeves folded up her arms, with the ends of her top tied over her front, exposing her abs. Weiss can also see her yellow bra peeking from behind the shirt.

"Shall we?" she extends her hand. Weiss takes the organic appendage and lets the blonde lead the way. She expects to Yang's beloved bike and is surprised to see that it isn't there. "I figure we could take a walk to our intended destination." she grins, carefree and relaxed, and Weiss has come to appreciate it so much more with each passing day.

Turns out their destination isn't far at all. Yang brings them toward their training grounds and Weiss can't help but think that it's perfect.

Not just because Yang's set up a little picnic for them but because, she supposes, this place holds significance for them. This, the area where they sparred and shared, is where their connection truly blossomed.

"This is all absolutely perfect Yang." she takes a seat on the blanket that's spread out on the floor.

"As it turns out, this place has the best view in the city." she takes her seat across Weiss, purposely neglecting to mention that she knows this because she spent the better part of yesterday in search of the perfect spot for their date. "And to top it off, I made everything myself!" Weiss looks at the spread that Yang's prepared. "Surprised?" the white haired girl shakes her head. "After Summer died, I kinda had to take over the kitchen duties since dad could barely boil water." she discloses because that's been the foundation of her relationship with Weiss, being able to share everything from their experiences to of course their burdens as well.

"This is so good, Yang." Weiss compliments honestly after taking a hearty bite off the plate the blonde had prepared for her. "I'm afraid I don't have any experience with these things." Yang knows she had servants and chefs all waiting on her hand and foot. At Beacon, their meals had been prepared by cooks. When they went on a mission Ooblick had been the one to prepare their meal. "I didn't really have a lot of chances to dabble in the kitchen." and Yang's certain her parents are the reason for this.

"I can teach you a few things on our next date," it'd be a new experience for Weiss and Yang does love to cook so it's really a win for both of them. "Just the basics maybe?" she says after finishing her food.

"I'd like that." Yang's congratulating herself internally for scoring a second date.

"Great!" she tucks the knowledge back into her mind so she can plan their next activity. "Ruby's pretty useless in the kitchen." her sister's too impatient and much too hyper to be trusted with culinary duties. "It'd be nice to have a helping hand every now and again." she wiggles her mechanical fingers and Weiss shakes her head, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"So you want to teach me so I can take over cooking duties?" she playfully accuses as the glimmer in her eyes lets Yang know she's not at all opposed to the idea.

"I like cooking." she confesses. "It's nice and a surprisingly great way to unwind." there's something oddly calming about prepping food and mixing flavors. "I didn't really think I'd be so into it but it's actually fun, fiddling with recipes, making your own food." she's buzzing with delight at the prospect of Weiss helping her out in the kitchen, of her being able to teach and share something else with the white haired angel. "And I figured it'd be a good bonding experience." it'd be nice for them to have something aside from their sparring sessions.

"It will be." Weiss agrees with the sentiment. "And I understand." she too has an activity that she likes to do, something that's mostly just for herself no matter how her father tries to insert his agenda into it. "That's how I feel when I write my songs." she discloses. "When I sing."

"Oh that's right!" Yang knew from Ruby that the former heiress is also a songstress. "You're a singer." the opportunity to hear Weiss's angelic timbre hadn't presented itself in Beacon, mostly because they'd been so busy with school. "You write your own songs too though?" her question garners a nod from the former heiress. "I had no idea you were so talented Weiss."

"I'm really not." there's a slight blush on her cheeks. "You can't say that when you haven't heard me sing." she's attempting to lower Yang's expectations.

"Like I said Weiss," she inches closer to the shorter girl, sitting right beside her before throwing her organic arm around her teammate's shoulder, not wanting to crush the rapier wielder under the weight of her synthetic arm. "I think you can do anything." ice meets flame and Weiss can see that Yang truly believes this to be an indisputable fact.

"Thank you, Yang." she reaches out, grabbing onto Yang's hand, threading their fingers together as she leans her head on the blonde's shoulder. "I believe you can too."

A moment of comfortable silence falls upon them as they stay wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying their private moment together, knowing it has to end soon because they still have their training session in the morning, not just their private sparring session, but a team building exercise with Ozpin and Qrow.

They reluctantly part and Yang clears their picnic area, absolutely refusing Weiss's help, saying that this is was all her idea therefor she'll be the one to clean.

They walk toward the building, Weiss's hands around Yang's while the taller girl's metallic arm carries their picnic basket. They pause by the doorway, knowing this is where their date must end but before that, there's something that they must do, share really. After all, it's a must after one has enjoyed a romantic excursion.

"You know," she leans closer to the taller girl as though she's about to share a secret so treasured and sacred. "This is the first time I've been on a date." Weis confesses in a small whisper, her voice uncharacteristically timid.

"Really?" she thinks people would have been lining up to date the white haired beauty. "What about Neptune?" she recalls the pair's brief dalliance.

"I asked him to the dance and he turned me down remember?" she reminds, her face contorting with annoyance, not really counting that experience as her first date. "I wasn't really keen on trying to start something with a guy who preferred his reputation over my feelings." that particular trait reminds her too much of her father.

"What about girls?" Yang asks, though she thinks she knows the answer.

"I never really thought girls were an option." Weiss replies easily. "I think I was just too consumed with the Schee ideal of a perfect match, a good looking guy from a wealthy background that could provide ideal heirs to strengthen our lineage." that's what attracted her to Neptune, his good looks and his expensive wardrobe. His belt alone had cost almost as much as Weiss's boots. "Not that this is some rebellious phase or anything." she assures Yang that her feelings are genuine.

"I get it." because she sees the truth in those frosty depths and feels it in Weiss's touch. "I'm glad you let me be your first date."

"Well," Weiss reaches out, threads their fingers together, while she stares deeply into Yang's eyes in hopes that the taller girl can see the truth she's struggling to form into words. "I'd be an idiot if I ran from this." her grip on Yang's hand is tight and secure. "From us."

"So there is an us now?" she needs the confirmation.

"Yang, I know this came out of nowhere and I can't pinpoint when things evolved exactly," and Yang thinks it's when Weiss reached out to grab her hand while they were in Raven's camp. "But, I'm not going to run from you and how you make me feel." too many people have abandoned the golden haired maiden and Weiss would rather be eaten by a pack of Beowolves then just be another name on Yang's list of deserters.

"And how exactly do I make you feel?" she inches closer to the shorter girl, her face hovering over the snow haired maiden.

"You know how." Weiss mutters, cheeks ablaze.

"I think I have a general idea." she can feel the rapier wielder's icy breath on her face. "But I might need some clarification." her head ducks down, pausing just a hair's width away from the white haired girl's mouth.

It's Weiss who closes the distance, standing on her tiptoes to meet the blonde's waiting lips.

She should have felt nervous, she realizes as she recalls she's heard from her peers about first kiss jitters, but it just feels completely natural to be her like this with Yang. She hears what could be the sound of the picnic basket plopping down on the ground but she doesn't have a chance to see if she's right because a pair of arms sneaks their way around her waist. The taller girl pulls her close and she responds by wrapping her own around the brawler's neck, letting her fingers nestle in luxurious blonde waves.

Neither know how long they continue to lock lips but they both reluctantly have to part for breath.

"Clear enough for you?" Weiss whispers.

"I think I could do with a little more clarity." Yang leans in, intent on pressing their lips together for another kiss but apparently, the universe has other plans.

"Yang." a voice speaks, breaking their tender moment.

Weiss smiles when hears the blonde growl. She regains enough space in order to see the entirety of the taller girl's features and sees Yang's eyes flash red as irritation courses through the brawler's entire being. The angry blonde turns toward the source of the sound.

"What do you…" she sneers but doesn't finish as shock courses through out her body.

"Blake." Weiss names the interloper as she tries to regain her personal space but the tall buxom beauty manages to grab hold on the former heiress's hand, making certain she isn't too far away.

Their runaway teammate stands and Weiss can't help but think the situation just got a little bit more complicated.

xxxx

Weiss stands in front of the pot, dipping her tasting spoon inside, blowing into its searing hot contents before taking a sip.

Yang's been true to her word and has been teaching her ways around the kitchen. They've mostly been making simple and easy to prepare dishes but that doesn't make them any less tasty. The blonde had been right, there's something absolutely satisfying about cooking and as it turns out, Weiss is a quick learner.

She savors the taste in her mouth and smiles upon hearing the sound of boots clacking nearer.

Yang can't resist sneaking her way around her snow haired apprentice's waist, hugging the shorter girl's slender form from behind as she rests her chin on the shorter girl's shoulder. Weiss smiles as she settles into the blonde's embrace, dipping her spoon back into the pot before bringing it up to the taller girl's mouth.

"Yummy." she says after taking a bite. "Pretty soon you'll be better than me."

"I can't take all the credit." Weiss responds. She places her spoon down and shuts off the stove before turning to face her taller teammate. Her arms find they wait around Yang's shoulders. "I have a pretty good teacher."

The blonde smiles that charming grin of hers before dipping her head down and letting her lips connect with Weiss's.

It's another activity they've been enjoying lately.

Yang snakes her tongue into Weiss's welcoming mouth, caressing the roof of the snow haired maiden's opening, as they begin a familiar dance. The former heiress sighs contentedly into the blonde's mouth.

This particular new development is decidedly most enjoyable for the two. They've lost count at how many kisses they've shared and how many hours they've spent just touching and kissing, exploring and reveling in each other's arms. But this is the first time they're doing this in plain view where anyone can walk in and see.

Mostly they share these tender moments in the confines of their room, during their training sessions, just any moment when it's just the two of them.

Not that they are ashamed. There's nothing deplorable about what they're doing. It's just that Yang's being cautious. She figures Weiss would appreciate it if they handled this new development privately and of course, with a hint of propriety.

"Hey Yang," Ruby says bashfully, her gaze concentrated on the floor as she refuses to meet the new couple's gaze. Just because she approves doesn't mean she wants to see her older sister getting gooey with her partner. "We were wondering if you two wanted to go out to town with us today?" it's hard, Yang thinks, to break her sister's heart but she knows she must.

Because she knows that us entails their entire group, save for Qrow perhaps, which means that Blake will be joining their excursion and Yang still isn't read to socialize with her former partner. She can barely stand the fact that their under the same roof again.

Thankfully Ruby hasn't called for an intervention and Weiss hasn't been pushy.

"That's a hard pass for me." is all she says, smiling at Weiss in assurance that she won't mind if the shorter girl partakes in some group bonding.

"Perhaps next time." the former heiress responds diplomatically.

"You could have gone." Yang tilts her head eyeing the white haired angel in her arms after her sister takes her leave. "I wouldn't want you to think I'm being too clingy or whatever." they've hardly spent any time apart since their first date.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Weiss assures.

"Maybe next time we can all go out." Yang just isn't sure when exactly that will be. "I just… I think I just have to get used to her being here." she needs time.

"I understand." there are adjustments to be made, especially because Weiss swears she's witnessed Blake stare at Yang with something that can only be described as longing. "It's not easy for any one." she's sure Blake's not having an easy time seeing Yang take every opportunity to avoid her and Weiss herself is struggling as she tries very hard not to pry or lash out in envy, especially when she might not even have reason to be.

She's still uncertain how to broach this subject with Yang and thinks, hopes really, there is a chance that she's just slightly paranoid.

Perhaps she's merely projecting her own insecurities because she knows Yang and Blake had been fairly close. They had certainly been closer than her and Ruby. The bond the runaway and the brawler shared as partners had been formed so effortlessly which was not the case for herself and the scythe wielding prodigy.

The two just seemed to understand each other so well that it's no wonder that Weiss is feeling threatened.

It's very hard for her, almost impossible, to find a connection with anyone. Most that come across her intended to use her because of her last name and she never knew whom she could trust because of this.

That changed when she met her team.

Still, her Schnee conditioning wouldn't permit her to let her guard down easily. It took a while for her to recognize that her teammates just wanted to be her friend and that they didn't care about her riches or her family's influence.

To them she was just Weiss, the uptight, overbearing, perfectionist with a difficult childhood and a well-meaning soul.

Yang, she knows, is decidedly different. True she didn't have it easy growing up but unlike her, the blonde maintained a sunny disposition. She had a fairly positive outlook on life, one that was exceedingly infectious and added only to her charm. The former heiress is certain the blonde can coax a smile off a rock if she really wanted to.

She's the flame that draws the moths and Weiss is the icy blizzard that never ceases to succeed in driving all away.

That was then though. It's decidedly different and truth be told, she likes that she's Yang's confidant now, that Yang talks to her before anyone else. She especially likes that she can reach out any time and find the taller girl's hand ready to meld into her own, and most of all she likes that she can lay a kiss on the blonde lips whenever she wants. It might be pathetic, she realizes, but she's never felt like this before.

Weiss understands though, that this is all very new and both of them are very fragile. Adding her anxieties onto the plate won't be helpful for either of them so now, she's focused on being whatever Yang needs.

It's selfish, she knows, but she simply wants to enjoy this new aspect in their relationship. It's why she's been letting Yang just drag her off every time Blake is in the room. And why she also has been taking up more of the blonde's time than necessary, absolutely refusing to leave the tall buxom beauty alone while their runaway teammate's lurking so near.

She knows the two have to talk eventually but Weiss wants to get as many happy moments as she possibly can with Yang, before their bubble bursts.

"But you know," it's a sentiment that the blonde understands all too well. She has her mind and heart set on Weiss, on their relationship and their bond. She doesn't want to muddle things between them just yet. "I don't need a reason to spend time with my girlfriend." she bumps her nose against Weiss's.

"Girlfriend?" the former heiress repeats questioningly.

"Well, yeah…" she thinks maybe she's getting this wrong, she's never really gone beyond a third date before so she doesn't know what the proper protocol is for taking the next step. "Unless…" she trails, feeling uncharacteristically nervous.

"Does that mean you're my girlfriend too?" she looks at Yang through her bangs.

"You bet your sweet ass you're mine." her hold on Weiss tightens as she secures the shorter girl in her arms, not bothering to be discreet about her rather possessive tendencies.

The snow haired former heiress smiles, not caring if the taller girl's antics are a bit brutish, before pulling her girlfriend down for a kiss. Yang readily meets her lips, revels in the feeling of Weiss's callus free fingers scraping against her scalp, while the other is located against her hip.

They spend the rest of their afternoon enjoying the fact that they have the whole house to themselves.

xxxx

Her brows are knotted in concentration as she looks upon her deck and Yang can't help but think her adorable. She likes the Weiss is so determined to be her best with everything she does, even something simple like playing cards.

"What is it?" Weiss knows her girlfriend's eyes haven't left her since she dealt the cards.

"You're too cute." Yang replies, causing the snow haired maiden to look up from her cards. "Even with that wrinkle on your forehead." she winks. "And your scar is pretty bad ass." she watches as the maiden with snow colored hair brings a hand up to touch the blemish across her eye. "Don't." the brawler is quick to reach out and is even quicker to crawl across the table to give the girl's mark a kiss.

"You're trying to cheat aren't you?" it's more likely that Yang wants to make out with her but she's not going to make things that easy for her temptress.

"What?" a roguish grin finds its way to Yang's lips as she reclaims her seat. Weiss is trying hard to fight the smirk that's threatening to break through her own façade. "Can't I give my girlfriend a compliment?" the blonde's mentally patting herself on the back after successfully finding another creative way to express the new status in her relationship with the former heiress.

"You're a handful." Weiss shakes her head fondly.

"I'd say I'm more than a handful." the blonde surprises her by dropping her cards and bringing her hands to her well-endowed chest, placing one breast in each hand. "Definitely more than a handful, wouldn't you say so Weiss?" and the former heiress can only nod in response because she knows this for a fact.

"What am I going to do with you?" Weiss's cheeks as red as Ruby's hood.

"I can think of a few things." Yang's suggestion doesn't go over the usually prim and proper girl's head because her girlfriend's about as subtle as a Nevermore.

The air is thick with tension that's been mounting for quite sometime. They haven't quite gotten that physical with one another yet but they both know they'll be crossing that bridge some time soon with the way their hands won't stop wandering underneath each other's clothes.

She can practically feel her fingertips tingling in anticipation as they look forward to the moment when they caress the smooth skin that's casing some very toned muscles.

"Yang?" a voice speaks out, breaking their moment.

Yang and Weiss both straighten as they realize just who's interrupting their very charged moment while Blake just stands by the doorway, looking every bit as comfortable as Weiss is at the moment.

It feels a little too much like a standoff and the former heiress isn't liking this particular tension that's taken hold of the atmosphere so she rises from her seat. It doesn't surprise her that Yang is quick to follow her lead but she holds the blonde off with a stare that causes the brawler to pause her movements.

"Hello Blake." Weiss greets and even manages to smile.

"Weiss, I was wondering if I could interrupt for a moment?" Blake's practically pleading, all that's missing is for her to be on her knees. "I was hoping we could talk, Yang?" her eyes are trained on the blonde.

"I…" Yang's protest is silenced when Weiss takes hold of her wrist.

"Just to clear the air between us," Blake clarifies that there's no agenda but that. "So I can explain…" she watches as lilac gazes into icy blue.

The two seem to be communicating silently. Yang isn't the type to ask for permission. But she sees Weiss offer the blonde a reassuring smile, like she's gently persuading the tallest member of RWBY to mend the gap, and watches while Yang squeezes the snow haired maiden's hand before releasing it. Her reluctance clear with how slowly she moves.

Blake won't deny that it doesn't cut because there had been a time when Yang would chase after her, but now she basically has to beg just to be able to have a conversation with the buxom blonde.

She isn't angry because she brought this on herself after all.

Yang watches as her girlfriend takes her leave to join the others for tea outside, waiting until she can no longer see Weiss's retreating form before looking upon her raven haired teammate who looks as though she'd rather be fighting off a pack of beowolves than talking.

"Let's get this over with." Yang murmurs because the shorter this little talk of their ends, the sooner she can be with her girlfriend.

"I'd like to apologize." she looks at Yang's metal arm.

"Look, I jumped in there to help you." she cuts to the chase, not really wanting to discuss the past. "But you didn't cut my arm off."

"Yang, I want to apologize for leaving without a word." for being yet another person to abandon you, Blake thinks, but she doesn't have the courage to say it so boldly. "You must understand that I left to protect you." she flinches when she hears her teammate scoff sardonically.

"You left me for my own good." Yang shakes her head, a bitter grin taking hold on her usually peppy face. "I think that's what everyone does." her mother hadn't explicitly said it but she figures that had been one of her reasons. "I'm done with people trying to decide what's best for me." she stares deep into those amber eyes and Blake finds that there isn't a trace of anger left, just defeat and pain.

"I am sorry Yang." she can't say it enough, it seems.

"For a while, that's all I was." the blonde confesses. "Sorry," her boots clink as she walks toward the dark haired deserter. "Sorry for myself mostly because I lost a part of me that I was never going to get back." and Blake knows she's not talking about her arm.

"I'm here now." she offers herself, ready to be whatever Yang needs.

"And that's supposed to make everything okay?" she responds, tiredly. "Blake, you left when I needed you most." she divulges because she's not going to run from the truth anymore. "I get it, you were scared, you didn't want Adam to come after me again, you wanted to protect me, you wanted to avenge me and yourself." she lists all the reasons why Blake left. "But you didn't even consider what I wanted because the fact is," she steps toward Blake and sees the tears pooling in those amber depths. "You wanted all that more than you wanted me." because in hindsight she's certain Blake might have felt the same but it hadn't been enough to get her to stay. "You took a part of me that day you left Blake," she sighs because she's not doing this to hurt her teammate. She only wants to share her perspective. "And it took me a while to figure out who I was without it, who I am without you," in the short time they'd spent as teammates, she'd grown so accustomed to her partner. "I'm happy you're back." her eyes shine with her honesty. "That you're still part of our team." they have a common goal to put an end to the darkness that looms over head, but the days of Yang trying to scale her walls, trying to get her to open up are long gone. "Someday, I bet I'll even be able to call you a friend again." however they both know today is not that day.

She's still healing and Blake still has to earn her trust back after all, but now, they know they're well on their way to mending.

xxxx

She's too preoccupied with her thoughts that she doesn't realize she's gained the company of another until said company bumps her hip gently in an attempt to bring her back from the recesses of her mind.

"You okay?" Ruby asks concernedly.

"I am." she knew that this moment had to come for their group to truly mend. "I'm glad Blake finally gathered the courage to ask Yang to talk." and Weiss really is content that the two are attempting to clear the air even though the green grimm known as jealousy is clawing at her chest.

She's trying to keep that particular beast at bay because she trusts Yang with her entire being and Blake is her friend.

"Me too." Ruby agrees wholeheartedly. "But I think it's safe to say that bumblebee is done." she isn't naïve enough to believe that Yang would ever want to partner up with Blake, the teammate who left her behind when she needed her most.

Even Ruby had the decency to hang back a few days before taking off on her quest to find answers and right wrongs.

"For now." Weiss knows that Yang can hold a grudge but she's not going to write Blake completely off and is most likely just going to want some much deserved and needed space from their raven haired teammate. "Team RWBY is always though." she assures because abandonment and a little romantic swapping isn't going to tear their team apart, not after all they've been through.

"Me and Blake work together well too so I guess it's okay." that's never been a problem for their group. That's probably why Ozpin took such interest. They stood out individually, all proving to be adept fighters, but the most commendable part about their team is that no matter how their team shuffled, the four have always had the ability to adapt. "And, uh, you and my sister have gotten really, really, close..." there's a slight blush on her cheeks, one that Weiss knows her own face is mirroring.

"I suppose that's putting it mildly." Weiss bites her lower lip. "And, how do you feel about all this?"

"I mean, I guess I was kind of jealous that Yang and you were always together." she responds earnestly. "But I get that it's different." she explains, still blushing. "And honestly I don't blame Yang for distancing herself because I never even waited for her, just took off without even bothering to help her." Ruby knows her sister's forgiven her but it doesn't mean the pain she caused has been forgotten. "But I guess it turned out well in the end." the scythe wielder remarks. "Because now has you." it's completely unexpected but as it turns out, Weiss is the only one who hasn't abandoned Yang by choice. "You have her too, you know." Ruby knows that this type of loyalty, the one Yang's been searching for her entire life, will be rewarded in equal measure by her sister. "And me." because these particular pair of sisters come in a set. "And Blake too."

"I hope so." she's pretty sure she just broke some sort of pact about entering a relationship with someone her friend is also into.

"It'll take some time," Ruby looks out into the horizon. "Moving on isn't something that just happens in one day." she states because while she's never been heartbroken, she has suffered more than a fair share of loss. "But Blake's our friend," optimism is indeed a trait shared by the sisters. "And all she wants is for you and my sister to be happy." despite the raven haired girl's tendency to run, they know she's a good person.

xxxx

Weiss watches them from the window in their shared room. Their exchange downstairs is entirely innocent, she knows, but that nagging feeling just won't leave.

Especially not when her girlfriend's in the presence of Blake. They haven't been alone together since they last spoke but their talk did help. No longer can she feel the strain in the air when the two are sharing the same space and no longer does Yang flee the room when Blake is there. She does however doesn't hide her annoyance whenever Sun speaks or when the newcomer Ilia breathes for that matter.

She sees Yang talking to the other members of team Ruby, no doubt giving them notes about what to improvement with the new technique that Ruby's come up with. Yang takes her leave and Weiss doesn't miss how Blake's eyes linger on her girlfriend's form much longer than necessary.

She tears her gaze from the window as she attempts to shove that incessant impression that perhaps, Yang and Blake were more than friends back at Beacon.

Weiss reminds herself that she trusts Yang and it soothes the beast a little.

But she wants to know whether her instinct is correct or she's merely suffering from paranoia brought upon by her insecurities. She wants, needs, to know that she isn't second best, that she isn't Yang's second choice.

"Blake is a lot like my mother." Yang observes as she enters their room, chuckling as she closes the door. "God, why hadn't I noticed that before?" maybe because she hadn't really remembered her birth mother before but after meeting Raven, Yang can confidently say that her mother and former partner have that whole silent brooding type thing down.

"She's back now though." Weiss ventures cautiously, eyes narrowing in observance.

"She came for Adam," jealousy is clearly pulsing through Weiss's entire being and Yang can't blame her for it. The blonde knows she can only quell the green-eyed monster with her honesty. "Not for me." judging from the way Weiss bristles, she knows she's said the wrong thing.

"I didn't come here for you either." the ice queen reminds.

"Well, you never just took off without a word by your own choice." Yang responds, reminding Weiss that she'd been taken without much of a say in the matter, that she had been forced to leave the blonde. "And you didn't leave to go be with your sister, just like you didn't let Neptune hang around you or reunite with some long lost friend while you were supposed to be out on your own." without knowing it, Weiss had chosen her.

"You're jealous." she notes because apparently, it takes one jealous girlfriend to know another.

"A part of me is." Yang admits because she's promised never to keep anything from Weiss. "Out of pride more than anything." she assures because she can see the cogs turning in the rapier wielder's mind.

"Why? Because you wish she valued your friendship more than she values her relationship," apparently Blake's proving to be rather irresistible. "With Sun and Ilia?" she wants to confirm her suspicions, to ensure that this isn't just her insecurities eating through her. "Or because you wished for your relationship with Blake to be more than that of friends?" she can't help the harsh tone coating her voice.

"Once upon a time, I wanted to be with Blake like they do." she's not going to insult Weiss's intelligence by lying.

"Oh." and Weiss doesn't know whether to congratulate herself for being right or to be afraid. "I see." it certainly explains why Yang had been so broken, why the two were so close, but she doesn't know how to handle this confirmation seeing as she doesn't really know what to expect now.

"I didn't realize it until…" until she saw Adam standing with a fearful Blake at his feet. "Until that day." she looks at her robotic arm and Weiss automatically knows which instance she's referring to. Yang had rushed in because she'd been so afraid of losing Blake. In that moment she realized just how deeply she felt for their brooding teammate. "I know it doesn't seem too long ago." She doesn't want Weiss to think she's using her to forget about Blake. "But, I spent a lot of time by myself, alone with my thoughts…" she locked herself up in her room for months. "And I get it now."

"Get what?" Weiss is trying very hard to keep her calm and understand.

"All my life, I've always felt like second best, like I was never enough." it's a feeling she knows Weiss can probably relate to. "With my dad it was with his job, with Summer because I wasn't really her daughter, and I told myself I chased my mom to find out why she left but really," she's done deluding herself. "All I wanted was to know was why didn't she love me." she'd felt like she was defected all her life. "And when Blake left I thought it was me, that it was my fault, that there's something seriously wrong with me and that's why I can never get them to stay." Weiss holds back her rebuttal, knowing Yang isn't done. "But now I get it." it took a while but she understands. "When people leave and they take a part of you you'll never get back," she takes Weiss's hand in her own. "But it doesn't mean you need to be fixed." Yang can stand on her own without the people who left her behind. "People come and go." that's the fact of life. "But sometimes, if you're lucky enough, you find someone," her eyes are red as passion courses through her entire body. "Who doesn't see you like you're broken." she smiles as she stares into Weiss's soul. "Someone who's willing to give you a piece of their self, someone you don't expect to," she inches forward. "Yet for some reason just fits with every hole that's been left in your heart." Yang closes the distance between them. "And they make all the pain worth it in the end."

"Yang," she understands the sentiments that Yang is sharing because she's feeling them herself.

"Thank you Weiss, for helping me see my own worth." for helping her realize she isn't measured by the people who left her behind. "For helping me see that I was right to value myself even when they didn't."

Weiss responds by throwing her arms around Yang, much like she did when they had been reunited in Raven's camp. But instead of simply hugging her girlfriend, she bestows a kiss on her lips as though she wants to taste the truth right from the taller girl's mouth. Yang readily responds, pouring every bit of herself and feelings into the kiss.

"You are worth loving, Yang." Weiss declares after they part for breath. "I know from experience." scarlet eyes burn with unbridled passion as they dart from her lips to her own ice blue depths.

She can feel the heat emanating from the blonde, fueled not by anger but ardor. She knows because she can feel the fire within, one that's threatening to consume her and she knows there is only one way to quell the flames so she pulls Yang toward her once more. When they collide in a fiery kiss, Weiss's hands are quick to shed the buxom blonde of her jacket.

Yang follows her lead, one hand finding its way to the zipper of her dress, pulling fervently at the garment.

The blonde's probably torn her ensemble but Weiss is far too busy to really care as the back of her knees collide with the mattress. She and Yang tumble onto the bed, continuing their heated kiss, glad that they can concentrate on each other and no longer have to worry about balancing themselves.

Clothes begin to pile on the floor and it isn't long until they're both solely in their undergarments.

Yang takes in the beauty that is none other than Weiss Schnee. With a trembling hand she reaches out and before metal can connect with soft pale flesh she freezes, remembering her artificial limb will certainly make things challenging between them.

Weiss seems to read her mind. She trails her hand along her lover's artificial appendage, the cool metal contrasting perfectly against her flushed form. She divests the blonde of her metallic arm, knowing they'd cause destruction with the thing on. She kisses the nub of the girl's severed limb gently as she makes her way back up to her lips, assuring Yang that she has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of because Weiss appreciates every bit of her.

They lose themselves in each other, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure they've found in one another.

"Hey Weiss," she murmurs sleepily, hours later, as she secures her lone arm around the snow haired maiden's waist. "I love you." she whispers gently. "Like the in love kind, not just the friend kind." Yang clarifies because she loves Weiss so much in both ways.

Weiss smiles because the confession is so totally Yang and so incredibly perfect. She threads their fingers together, bringing the sleepy woman's hand to her mouth. She kisses the back of Yang's hand and smiles as she settles in the taller woman's embrace. She releases a tiny yawn, not able to put off her trip to dreamland any longer.

She sighs contentedly but before sleep manages to take hold of her, she whispers the sentiments that have taken hold in her heart.

"And I am so in love with you, Yang."

xxxx

Weiss doesn't bother holding her laughter as Nora runs around, chasing Jaune across the courtyard while holding a pink rabbit hoodie that she's insisting would be a good replacement for the one he has on now. He's yelling at Ren to help and his teammate just holds up his hand, smiling as JNPR's team leader tries to avoid his manic teammate's clutches.

Yang's leaning back against the tree, enjoying the scene from afar as she tries to decide whether she should help Nora wrangle Jaune in, or cuddle up with her girlfriend though it's more likely she'll choose the latter.

"I don't think Nora needs your assistance." Blake descends from the tree with cat like grace when she lands on her feet.

"Probably not." Yang doesn't try to fight off the smile on her face because, as it seems, Blake still has the ability to read her mind. It's what made them such good partners together, how in sync they were in and off the battlefield. "Nora's pretty much unstoppable."

"Unless Ren cuts in of course." Blake's all too familiar with the other team's dynamics.

"Yeah, that's not going to be happening." she thinks he's dying to see Jaune in that god awful hoodie and perhaps he'd rather see his team leader suffer than have Nora turn her attention to him.

"Better him than Ren." Yang can't help but smile because they're still synced.

"Who'd have taught they'd make such a good team?" it had certainly been unexpected but the unlikely group made such formidable allies.

"Same was probably said about us, not about you and Ruby of course." the sisters had a natural bond after all. "But Weiss and Ruby, given how their first meeting went and there's the whole Schnee and Faunus thing." it was a miracle they managed to get along so well.

"I don't think anyone said you and I would be awful partners though." Yang surmises.

"I chose you, you know?" Blake divulges her secret. "I saw you fighting and I just knew…" she thought Yang, apart from being driven by their determination, was nothing like Adam and that had been one of the things that drew her to the buxom blonde.

Yang had been spirited and judging from the way she fought grimm, Blake knew she was an adept fighter. But most of all, she'd seen the blonde interact with her little sister and felt that Yang was kind and sweet despite the fact that she'd been touched by tragedy. It was such a contrast from Adam who had been consumed with his grief until hatred had festered and taken hold in his heart.

"I knew you were watching." Yang confesses in return. "Can I ask why you're so keen on sharing?" there's a reason, one beyond Blake trying to regain her affections.

"Illia opened my eyes." she looks across the yard at her friend. She remembers the chameleon faunus's confession, and how it lead to her own realization about her feelings for a certain blonde haired jokester. "She made me realize how wrong I was to abandon you. She made me see my flaws, how I become so consumed that I don't see the broader picture, how I fail to realize that my actions affect the people closest to me." she's failed to see how much pain she's caused. "I had been so absorbed with Torchwick and Adam that I failed to see you and how I feel truly feel about you." she releases a strangled smile. "But I'm too late now." she observes because Yang's gaze hasn't once left Weiss's form.

"Yeah you are." she confirms because frost has taken refuge in her heart. "But it's okay." not just because she's moved on but she's certain Blake will be able too. She's done it before and she'll be able to do it again. "If I learned anything from this it's that if you find the right person, just the very thought of not being together tears you up inside because you love them with everything that you are." she knows she wasn't the one for her teammate. "You'll find that person someday Blake." the one she won't be able to leave behind.

Yang leans in and places a tender kiss on the runaway's cheek, one that's meant to convey that things will only get better now before taking off after Jaune.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, Blake looks at Weiss and sees her teammate's curious gaze. She takes the initiative once more and walks toward the former heiress. The silent question she's posing is answered with a nod. She takes her seat beside her snow haired maiden because despite everything, she still sees her as more than a teammate and hopes that unlike Yang, Weiss still considers her a friend.

"You're very lucky Weiss." Blake begins because she knows the snow haired maiden has an inkling about her feelings for their blonde teammate. Women's intuition and what not. "And Yang is lucky too." golden eyes shine with unbridled honesty because Blake truly believes this. "You make a wonderful couple."

It hurts, but not enough for her to not realize that her teammates are a good match.

If she were to lose Yang to someone, she shakes her head because Yang had never been hears to lose in the first place, regardless she's glad that Weiss and Yang had found their way to each other.

Weiss reaches out, gives the raven haired faunus's shoulder a soft squeeze. Blake returns the gesture with a reassuring smile. The former heiress knows this must hurt and she's sympathetic because she does love her friend. So she and Yang will continue to keep their displays of public affection when the entire is present to a minimum, not wishing to add further injury to their teammate's ailing heart.

She's glad that Ruby had been right and their friendship, though a little worse for wear, is still in tact. Time will only make them stronger than ever.

They look upon their entire team. Ruby and Ren are laughing uncontrollably as Nora strips Jaune's armor off him. Yang grips onto his belt with her metallic arm, effectively keeping him in place, and Oscar looks particularly scandalized by everything while Qrow's just taking a swig from his flask. Sun hangs from a tree, clutching his stomach as he howls with laughter, while Ilia just smirks at their crazy antics.

Yang and Weiss find each other's gaze and the snow haired maiden can't help but think that everything will be alright in the end now that Team RWBY is back, bigger than before, but most importantly together once again.

xxxx

It's a routine now, getting up before everyone else and sparring. It's strange how their months apart have adapted their skills. They've always had different fighting techniques. Weiss was always so precise and calculated and Yang has always been raw and unpredictable.

But now, Weiss is more able to fight in the moment and Yang seems to be more analytical.

Because Weiss now knows that not every victory can be guaranteed on the battlefield. She's seizing the day and fighting like it may very well be her last battle and for Yang, she's fighting like she has more to lose because she does.

The Alpha Beowolf lunges toward Weiss who sidesteps its attack gracefully, just in time for her to evade the metallic limb that Yang's shot off. The former heiress watches as the arm punches right through the last white wolf. It dissolves and Yang's artificial arm is stopped from flying off when it's lunched halfway through a tree trunk.

"Think a princess will settle for a one armed dragon to save her?" Yang questions as she waves her armless shoulder.

"I'd hardly call that settling." the graveness in her tone lets Yang know she's serious. She retrieves her savior's metallic appendage with the help of one of her glyphs and walks toward her gleeful girlfriend. "But only if said princess can save the dragon too." Weiss secures the metal arm where it belongs.

They are a team, after all.

"You know what?" Yang begins to lean closer to the snow haired maiden who's managed to build her frozen fortress in the fiery fighter's heart. "She already has." she seals their mouths together in a kiss as they bask in the knowledge that there is no knight in this the tale of the ice princess and her golden dragon.

Neither would change a thing about their story, especially when their tale is just beginning.

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A NOTE/RANT BECAUSE IF YOU READ MY SUPERCORP FICS, YOU'D KNOW THAT I'M NOTORIOUS FOR THESE THINGS.

Ummm, so I love all the f/f ships in RWBY but I confess that my favorites are the ones that have Blake in it. My number one is Bumblebee but I realize that Black/Sun or whatever that ship with Blake and Sun are called is probably going to be canon with how hard they're pushing for it. He already met her parents and is sticking by her so I'm pretty sure they're going to be the next canon couple, after Nora and Ren maybe.

After watching Weiss and Yang interact, I can't help but really ship them even more now. I was actually in the middle of writing a BeChloe fic to celebrate PP3 coming out but then I saw episode 8 and just…. I had to write something about them! And now looking back at their previous interactions, I noticed a few things.

To envision the outfit for their date, I went back to the clothes they were wearing for the dance and according to the pictures and gifs on Google, everyone from team RWBY was wearing their signature color, except for Yang!

Yang was wearing a white dress, matching with Weiss…. Was that Rooster Teeth telling us that Freezerburn was going to be a thing?

I always thought they paired Weiss and Yang together during the tournament because they wanted to show a dynamic of the group that we rarely see and give the spotlight to someone other than Ruby but could it be that they were foreshadowing a romantic coupling even back then?

Only Crwby knows for sure.

But there's also the fact that the episode with someone coming out is also the episode that shows Yang and Weiss getting closer together that makes me think that something gay is afoot! They opened the gay window and let us take a peek inside. I mean it could just be a coincidence or my hopeful thinking but I really wish it's not. Though I'm probably just overthinking things because I so want the one of the main girls to be with a girl… Call it a gay agenda or whatever it's just…

It would be so amazing to see an LGBT couple in action.

I know Korra and Asami are a thing but I want to actually see a studio produce an animated rendering of a gay couple together. I believe we deserve something beyond subtext and I would like to not have to read showrunner's confirmation off screen or see pictures about it in the aftermath comics if that makes any sense.

#rwby #rwby volume 5 #rwby5 #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #freezerburn #fanfic #fanficmatters

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