#[-*I'll fill out the other asks later because o o f that took a while to fill out*-]

[galaxies-unknown-a]

💘 Writon?

where they first met and how

Mettaton and Writer first met where Frisk and Mettaton would have initially met.- And for Mettaton, he was smitten at first sight. Writer... Not so much.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

Mettaton flirted from the start, but Writer did not start to return affections until ~five months in.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

Mettaton, dur dur dur-

where their first date was and what it was like

Their first date was a night at a local club- Mettaton and Writer danced, and kindaaaa stole the show of the whole club.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

Mettaton absolutely asked Writer (technically twice). The first time it was quiet because he knows about her anxiety, and the second (when they went public) he did with a giant concert.

who proposes first

Writer proposes first. XD

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

They kept it a secret initially (or at least tried to but it’s Mettaton so) because of Writer’s Social Anxiety.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

They were at Writer’s place, and Mettaton was sitting on the couch when he noticed a small box tucked near the base of Writer’s TV. He opened it, saw the ring... And turned around to Writer on one knee.

if they adopt any pets together

They so do. They adopt two dogs- a miniature pinscher named Cape, and a Shiba Inu named Jolt.

who’s more dominant

Mettaton, no contest.

where their first kiss was and what it was like

Their first kiss was at a Waffle House (think ‘highway-side restaurant’). It was 2:00 AM and Writer was tired, they accidentally leaned forward too much and oop- kissed Mettaton. The two didn’t really move for a minute..

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

They actually have opposite-colored stuff. Most of Mettaton’s stuff is pink while most of Writer’s is black- so when they’re out in public they actually match up to Mettaton’s color scheme. However, yes, there are several things that are ‘couple-match’ in their house (the bed, mugs, a few jackets...).

how into pda they are

Mettaton is SUPER into it. Once he has the go-ahead from Writer he basically tries to get as much PDA in as he can.

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Mettaton, he’s taller.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

There’s a quiet little lake near their house, just far enough away from town that the two can chill in peace.

who’s more protective

Neither. Both are crazy protective.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

Shared a bed, and... A year and a half.

if they argue about anything

They do, but it’s rare.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Mettaton. Hard to leave marks on metal, after all.

who steals whose clothes and how often

Both, Mettaton more than Writer.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

Facing each other, mate~.

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

Watching television together.

how long they stay mad at each other

Neither is good at staying mad at the other for more than a few hours at best.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

Mettaton: Candy Frappe with Kit Kats and Oreo.

Writer: Caramel Crunch Frappe.

if they ever have any children together

Nope.

if they have any special pet names for each other

Mettaton for Writer - Sunspot

Writer for Mettaton - Star Boi

if they ever split up and / or get back together

Nope because I don’t like that kinda stuff~. They stay together once they start dating.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

Clean! It’s all pretty organized and chill- and very modern. A lot of the decor is either black, pink, or yellow. Mettaton owns three different vanities, and the two have separate walk-in closets.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

Their first Christmas was pretty low-key. They spent it quietly making out and talking all day. At the end... Presents were exchanged and the two ended up playing on their new PS5 together until nearly 3:00 A. M.

what their names are in each other’s phones

Mettaton for Writer - Precious Sunspot (sun emoji) (yellow heart emoji)

Writer for Mettaton - DIS BOI HERE (robot emoji) (pink heart emoji)

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

On Tuesdays it’s ‘reading night’. Otherwise known as the two read to each other while curled up together.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

Mettaton wakes up first. Writer falls asleep first.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

Big spoon - Mettaton

Little spoon - Writer

who hogs the bathroom

Mettaton, no doubt.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Mettaton kills the spiders, Writer takes them outside.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Daryl and Reader have been together since the prison era. But before they met each other Daryl was in a relationship and then the apocalypse happened: they got separated, he did everything to find her. It took him awhile to accept the fact that he lost her and that she didn’t survive. I mean that’s what he thought until when the group arrived in Alexandria, guess who was there to welcome them? Daryl’s “ex” girlfriend.

I looooooove this.

Hoisting the small child below me into my arms with a shriek, I usher all of the other school children into the school house, a huge smile stretching across my lips at the sound of their excitement. With the horrible world, the scary circumstance we live in, it's nice to have children as a light in the darkness.

"Hey!" Spencer's voice behind me makes me sigh, my eyes rolling before I force a smile, turning my head to watch him run towards me. He gives the little girl in my arms a small wave before taking a breath. "You hear that Aaron found a group while out on the run? They're coming in just now." He smiles, motioning to the front gate that creeps open.

My smile falters a bit, not looking forward to the trust issues I'll develop over the next week or two. It's always hard to invite new people into our community, especially because this world has forced people to live by the 'every man for themselves' motto.

I watch as a small group stumbles into our town, the setting sun making it easy to pick out their faces and apprehensive glances. I can hear Spencer speaking to me, his voice muffled as my eyes connect with a familiar face, my jaw dropping at the site of him. Before I know it, I'm handing Spencer the small child in my arms, my feet carrying me towards the gate without hesitation.

Eyes follow me as I walk up to them, all of them looking at me as if they're waiting for me to say something but my eyes are locked on one familiar person, his own gaze looking at me as if he's trying desperately to figure me out.

"Daryl?"I ask shakily, eyes filling with tears as Daryl takes a step to stand in front of his group, his brows furrowing gently as his eyes look over me.

"Y/n?"

"I'm sorry. Do you two know each other?" Spencer asks, clearing his throat as he references back and forth between Daryl and I, his own group giving him a look of confusion.

"Y-yeah." I mutter, reaching up to rub at the back of my neck with a deep, strangled breath. "We used to, uh, date. I guess..." I trail off, fighting every urge in my body that wants to run to him, to wrap my arms around his neck.

"Well, you guys can catch up later? Right? We've got a lot to over now." Aaron calls out, waving Daryl's group onwards, probably to talk to Deanna. I just nod, giving Daryl a small smile and he sends me a stern nod, almost as if he's saying 'talk soon'.

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[bemylord]

↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

//~~//

idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.

[rreyie]

bubble bath

summary- after a long and excruciating week, you need some downtime with onyankopon. what batter way to relax than with a bubble bath and some bathroom intimacy?

warnings- intimate nudity, smut, bathroom sex, unprotected sex

a/n- there is a severe lack of onyankopon smut in here, time to change that

"darling, are you in there?" you hear a deep voice call from outside the door.

you were submerged in your tub filled with water, bubbles floating on the surface. the room smelled of fruit and vanilla which was an effect of the bubble bath you put in the water. thick clouds of steam floated around the room as you relaxed, your body completely at ease. 

"yes, onyankopon", you respond. "you can come in if you like, but i have nothing on..."

the silver doorknob twists and in walks his tall figure, looking down at you in the tub. he was wearing a suit with a black tie, most likely because of his work- also because he always preferred to dress formally.

"all the more reason to come in here and check on you", he grins. "how are you doing? i'm sorry i didn't come and say hello sooner, i had a whole stack of paperwork to go through."

"it's alright", you say. "i've just been sitting here for who knows how long, my muscles have been killing me today."

"oh, i'm so sorry dear", he says, and kneels beside the tub. you could smell his cologne on his collar. "you could always ask for help from me, you know that right? i could give you a nice massage if you need one later."

"thanks, honey", you smile. "but all i need right now is your presence. i've missed you all day."

"say less", he said. "may i join you? it smells lovely, what did you use in this?"

you picked up the bottle that rested on the side of the bathtub. "papaya vanilla bubble bath. got it from that new soap store downtown."

onyankopon began to undo his tie, the strip of black silk soon fell to the floor. he quickly picked it up, not wanting to get it dirty. he slid off his jacket, followed by his shirt and pants until all that he was clad in was his boxers. you could specifically remember getting him that pair of grey boxers for the holidays one year, and it warmed your heart that he was still wearing them. soon he slid his fingers between the waistband of his boxers and his skin, and tugged them off.

he walked over to you and dipped a foot in the bath, but quickly pulled it out with a hiss. "how hot did you make this bath, you're going to burn! i bet this water is at the boiling point!"

"hot water feels better, plus that's the soothing part of the bath!" you giggle. "sorry that i made it too hot, i guess i can put in some cold water if it's that bad..."

"you don't have to, i'll get used to it", he said. he dipped his foot in once again, this time sinking it down so it was submerged. sighing, he placed another foot in and crouched down, and sunk himself into the water.

"okay, this isn't too bad now, in fact it's nice..." onyankopon said. "come here. i haven't seen you all day, can i have some love?"

"of course", you say. you scoot over to where he was sitting in your large tub and sit next to him, planting a kiss on his warm cheek. he slung an arm around you and pulled you closer to him, feeling his wet skin on yours. he put a hand on your jaw and tilted it up so you could see his bronze eyes looking into your orbs. slowly, he guided your lips to his to meet in a kiss, one that you two had been craving all day.

his tongue became curious at it explored the depths of your mouth, feeling him slide around in your mouth as you let out a small moan. he stopped, and looked at you with that smirk you had seen ever since you knew him.

"getting a little riled up, i see", he smirked. "in the mood tonight?"

"i have been for the whole week", you said. "but you've been busy and i didn't want to bother you."

"how could this stunning face possibly bother me?" he asked, cupping your cheek. "you never are and never will be a nuisance, you got me?"

you nod. a tender smile starts to take form on his face, and he pulls you in again. a palm of his rests on the back of your head gripping your hair, another still on your cheek. he tugged at your bottom lip, tongue one again dipping into your mouth. your hands were on his broad back, nails ever so slightly digging into his supple flesh.

his lips trail along your face, then down to your neck where he pressed another few gentle kisses to your skin. a hand of his travels along your back and eventually to your chest, giving your breast a firm squeeze as he continues to explore your mouth. his thumb rubs around the areola of your perked nipple, making the heat down in between your legs begin to pool and fill you up with a warm sensation.

"why don't we get out of here so we don't make a mess?" he asks you, pulling away briefly. "the water will spill out of the tub if we keep this up."

he gets up, and you can see very clearly that he's as needy as you are. his dick was standing up, a few veins protruding through the shaft. he reached out a hand to you, hoisting you up from your seated position in the tub. you both step out, the water dripping down your bodies and onto the plush bath mat on the floor, creating dark drops that stained the fabric.

"bend over for me, will you?" he asks, guiding you to the counter. you could see your reflection in the mirror, which was now fogged with condensation from the steam. your hair was damp, parts of your chest were covered in little patches of leftover bubbles you didn't care to wipe off. onyankopon was standing behind you, watching in amusement as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"you look so pretty, bent over for me like that", he purrs. "guess you can't help but stare."

those words went straight down south. you could feel yourself clamp around nothing, something onyankopon seemed to enjoy seeing from the smug look on his face. he reached over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a bottle of lube, the kind that you both had been using since you started to do these types of things with each other. he squirted some into his palm before rubbing it and smoothing some onto his cock, slightly pulsating in his touch.

“tell me if i go too rough, darling”, he whispered to you, giving your ass a gentle squeeze and lining up his cock at your entrance.

he inched himself in slowly, your eyes clenching shut due to his sheer size and girth. this was always the hardest part of having sex with him, but the pain would soon be over. you let out a pathetic whimper, something that he took as a signal to keep going.

once he was all the way in, he thrusted himself out to try and feel your walls clench around his tip- which was one of his favorite sensations to feel from you. he pushed back in, the tip just brushing your cervix. it was a tight fit, but you two could make it work.

“oh god...” he gasped. “you’re feeling so good... love you so much. i’ll make you feel real good.”

so then he began to pump in and out of you, hands on your waist holding you in place while you were smooshed up against the cold marble countertop. you’re sure that if you were on your back right now, you would be able to see a bulge in your tummy. well, better keep that in mind for next time.

his pace was slow and endearing like always. since the first time you got with him, he always liked to take things slow to savor the moment. and he did it right every single time.

“o-oh...” you moaned. “you’re s-so big...”

his balls slapped up against your little clit, adding some extra stimulation. each plap, plap, plap sound was like music to your ears. behind you, he was letting out some deep grunts as his fingers dug into your waist, tightening his hold.

“f-fuck, m’ gonna cum”, he grunted. “do i-“

“yes, please go inside!” you yelped, almost out of breath. “please, please onyankopon...”

this begging of yours seemed to convince him enough. with another three sloppy, rough thrusts, he let out an especially loud moan as he came to a stop and spilled his cum inside of you. and holy shit was there a lot of it. the feeling of him dumping inside of you sent you over the edge, a broken whimper filling the room as you came to your high. the feeling was overwhelming, to the point where your legs felt weak.

as soon as he pulled out, you could already feel his release spill out from your hole, mixed juices dripping down your pussy to your inner thigh. onyankopon chucked at the sight.

“alright. sit down, let’s get you all cleaned up”, he laughed. “you did amazing, by the way- like usual.”

you were too out of breath to form a response, only muttering an “uh huh” back to him.

“made you feel good like i promised, didnt i?” he asked you, grabbing a white towel from the towel rack. he kneeled down to where you were now sitting on the counter, and began wipe your thighs.

your eyes grew tired, as the rest of your body did as well. onyankopon noticed this, and without another word carried you to your shared bedroom. neither of you even bothered to change into your pajamas. after gently placing you in the bed as if you were porcelain, he tucked himself in as well, curling up next to your body and pulling the comforter over you two.

“i love you, my darling. sleep tight.”

he placed a kiss on your forehead, and turned out the lights.

[sweetchup]

Red Roses & Holly

Type: Feitan x reader (Spiders’ Way)

Prompt: Chokorēto Ngày lễ — A modern day Holiday celebrated by those who don’t celebrate Snow Goddess Day. These people will instead make Chocolates with flowers that express what they love and cherish about friends or family members. Ex: Chocolate bar with Sunflower petals says they love how happy or loyal that person is.

Author Note: This is a holiday special on the already written story called Spiders’ Way. Which you can check out in the normal masterlist Under “Spider family”. Also don’t use some of these flowers in real life to add to chocolate. I didn’t check if some of these were edible or not.

(Prompts & Rules) (Holiday Masterlist)

The chatter and joys of glee from children fill the school as the first bell rings. Even Kai himself is laughing along with his friends as they walk into their first class of today. Afterall, it was the last one until Winter break and Kai was actually excited.

Giving one last word to his friends, Kai sits down at his assigned seat. As he sits down, Kai chooses to fix his uncomfortable uniform as the teacher clears his throat to speak. “Children, Children, please quiet down now.”

Slowly, the chatter of the other kids in Kai’s class quieted down and the teacher continued speaking. “As everyone knows today, Thursday December 10, is our last day of school before we return back in the new year.”

A couple of cheers and high fives from the other students are heard before the teacher shushes them.

“Due to most students already finished with their studies and teachers just needing to enter grades, we have created a kind of school wide fun zone to keep everyone entertained.”

Kai and his friends look at each other grinning as the teacher goes row by row to pass out a map of the school. Looking at the map drawn, Kai sees different festive activities taking place in certain classrooms.

“Now please remember to be respectful, children. We don’t—“ The bell suddenly goes off. Usually it was to signal the change for classes but this time it was to allow children to start exploring their activities. “Well you can go but be safe!”

Kai opens the door for some of the girls in his class, some giggling as they pass, before leaving himself. As Kai walks in the hall he is suddenly hit lightly on the back.

“Hey Kai! Man, what are you thinking of doing?” Rye questions, swinging an arm on his friend’s shoulder.

“I bet we should go to the gym, there should be some sort of fun thing to be done.” Calvin shouts, catching up to the two. Kai only shakes his head at his friends suggestions. He already had decided on what he was going to do.

“Well, you guys can go enjoy that but I’m going to do Mrs. Minsieur class.” His friends turned to look at him confused.

“You sure about that? You want to do an activity with the foods’ teacher?”

“Yep, but I’ll try to catch up later to play a round of dodgeball in the gym with you guys.”

His friends shrug at Kai’s strange behavior, though they choose not to question him. Afterall, Kai could act strangely at times. Kai’s friends give him a brofist as they part ways at the central hallway. “Okay dude, see you later then.”

—.—.—.—.—

“🎶Last Snow Goddess I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away 🎶” You sang softly along with the radio as you put the plate of toast on the table. It was December 11th, Snow Goddess Day and Chokorēto Ngày lễ. It was 10 o’clock in the morning yet you were still the only one awake at this time. Mostly since you wanted to allow Kai and Feitan to both sleep in more. After all, both of them seemed to deserve it. “🎶This year, to save me from tears. I'll give it to someone— Oh good morning sweetheart.”

Stopping your singing, you turn down the radio as you spot Kai making his way down the stairs. When you turn back around, you giggle as Kai gives you a hug still only half awake. Softly you smooth out his bed head as he leans into you.

“ ‘morning mom.” Kai finally responds back as you place a kiss on his forehead. Bringing him back from a sleepy daze to what’s going on around him.

“I hope you are hungry sweetheart because I already made breakfast.” You murmur into his forehead. “I’m going to wake up Feitan so he can eat with us as well.”

“ ‘Kay” Kai mumbles letting go of you to grab a glass of almond milk to drink. Suddenly, however he stops when he realizes something. “Wait mom!”

You humm and turn around quickly. Once you see what Kai was holding out towards you, you couldn’t help but let out a small aww. Taking it carefully from him, you look at the nicely packaged chocolate.

“I made you your favorite chocolate and added Daisies and Hydrangeas. Daisy because I’m glad you are my mother and Hydrangea because I’m grateful for you always being there for me.”

Quickly, you capture your son in a hug so he doesn’t see you wipe a couple of tears of joy from your face. As you do that, you can somewhat blurrily see Feitan at the bottom of the stairs raising an eyebrow at you. You mouth a “I’m okay” to him as you wipe the last one. “Well, I’m glad you are my son Kai. I love you so much, you know that right?”

“Of course mom!” Kai shouts back happy as he doesn’t let go of you. Even as Feitan approaches, who only rolls his eyes at the boy while grabbing a cup of coffee. For a kid that could burn the world around him at any moment, he sure loved his mom to death.

“I was going to give your’s and Feitan’s chocolate at dinner but I think it will be okay if I give it now.” Reaching behind you into the drawer, you grab two bars of chocolate. “This one is what I made for you Kai. It’s a dairy free chocolate with Yarrow and White Clover. I chose Yarrow and White Clover to express the fact I will always love you and be thinking of you.”

Kai smiles happily at you, before quickly unwrapping his chocolate and taking a bite. You giggle as he hums in delightment, “Mmm. Mom it’s so good!”

“I’m glad you like it sweetheart. Oh! And Feitan here is yours.” You embarrassingly say as Kai let’s go of you to go eat. Shakily, you hand the man you love a bar of chocolate. “I know you don’t exactly have a sweet tooth but I made you one. I chose Red Roses and Sunflowers. Of course red rose to say I love you, but I also chose Sunflowers because I’m glad how loyal you are to me.”

You nervously fumble with your fingers as you watch Feitan take a bite, “I-is it good?”

“No,” He states, causing Kai to whip around, a piece of pancake in his mouth. Already plotting Feitan’s death.

“O-oh you don’t have to eat it then. I understand sin—“ Before you can finish what you are saying Feitan shuts you up with a kiss. You hear Kai gag slightly as you two pull away.

“Me just messing with you. It very good.” Feitan chuckles out, reaching into his pocket to hand you a chocolate himself. Based on the package it seemed like he bought his instead of making it. But to you it didn’t make it any less special. You were happy just to get a chocolate from Feitan. Afterall, you thought he didn’t like the Holidays. Giggling out of happiness, you place a kiss on Feitan’s cheek.

“Yuck. I’m out of here. I’m going to go play with my friends at the soccer fields for a while.” Kai shouts out as he puts on his shoes. Clearly not wanting to see Feitan kissing his mom anymore.

“Okay sweetheart be safe!”

Once you hear the door close you continue what you were doing.

“What flower did you choose, Feitan?” You ask excitedly. The package was a blank white and didn’t seem to specify.

“Open it to see.” Feitan mumbles, taking a sip from his coffee as you huff at him.

For some strange reason it took you awhile to open the wrapper since the plastic was weirdly thick. Either that or you were too excited to see. Though once you were able to open it up and peer in you can’t help but gasp. Due to how surprised you are, you nearly drop the chocolate bar which Feitan thankfully helps you catch.

“F-fei. You— are you telling me what I think you are telling me?,” You mumble out as you take another look at the flowers in the white bar of chocolate. Even though only one flower was used, you wouldn’t have it any other way. That flower was the red salvia. The flower that means Forever mine.

As you finally take your eyes away from the bar of chocolate to look at feitan, you can’t help but cover your mouth to stop yourself from crying. Even though Feitan hadn’t done anything extravagant. Even though he hadn’t given you a big speech about how much he loved you. Even though he hadn’t gone down on one knee to you. You could tell how much this man loved you by the fact his usual dull eyes lit up love as he held out an engagement ring to you.

Nodding your head because you couldn’t trust yourself with words, you allow Feitan to put a ring on your finger. Your perfect dream ring in fact.

Once on, you give the man soon to be your husband a kiss.

“I love you Fei.” You mumble against his lips before he kisses you again to tell you he loves you back. You let out a small giggle at the fact that even in a moment like this Feitan is still a man of few words. “Is this why Kai was acting strange all week? Because I’m going to be marrying you?”

You hear Feitan let out a light chuckle, but not for the reason you think.

“Actually, Me didn’t tell boy.”

“Wait— wHAT?!”

—.—.—.—.—

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Kai let out a loud sneeze.

“Damn. I know it’s been cold out recently but It’s not that cold enough to be getting sick.” Kai mumbles to himself as he rubs his nose.

“Hey Kai~!”

Kai turns his head and sees a group of girls from school that were in his year. All of which giggled and whispered to each other. Kai gives the group a charming smile and waves at them, causing some of the girls to blush while others let out a strange noise.

Though he was acting polite to the girls, all he wanted to do was get out of there. Even though they all looked pretty and wore nice clothing, Kai honestly felt they were complete garbage. All they cared about was looks and popularity, choosing to bully those who didn’t act like them.

As Kai begins to walk away to get out of there, suddenly an odd color of brown is seen in the mix of the girls. Looking closely he sees a girl on the ground attempting to pick up her knocked over stuff. Ah, another victim. This girl doesn’t even look to go to our school. How shameless.

For some reason, without a second thought, Kai goes over to help the girl. He doesn’t know why he wants to help but for some reason his feet force him forward.

“What are you—“ Kai sends a glare to one of the girls who tries to say something to him. Scaring the whole group off. What was he thinking? He’s breaking his normal everyday boy act by doing that—

“T-thanks but you didn’t have to do that…” The girl mumbles out shyly as she continues to put things back in her bag. Kai doesn’t answer right away as he continues to pick up the dropped cards.

“It’s not a problem—“ Kai cuts himself off as he finally looks up and gets a good look at the girl he helped. And, oh wow, she took his breath away.

As he looked at her, he for some reason couldn’t pick what he liked best about her. Was it perhaps the silk blonde hair half tied up with a ribbon or was it her doe like sapphire blue eyes? Maybe it was those. Though, he can’t help but also notice that the sight of her cute button nose that struggled to hold up her big glasses is what catches his attention the most.

Quickly, however, he corrects himself. It wasn’t any of those. As the girl before him flashes a small smile as she grabs the cards from his hand, her cheeks slightly puff out just like small chipmunks do. Man, it was decided from that point on that he absolutely adored those chubby cheeks of hers.

“Holly? Holly!”

At the call of her name, the girl before him suddenly turns around and looks over to a man exiting a store. Who for some reason oddly looked similar to a Sheep.

The girl now known as Holly looks back at Kai, “T-Thanks a lot! I have to go now but I hope we see each other again.”

Kai stands up with the girl but when he attempts to walk away, or perhaps with her, he feels as if his feet are cemented to the ground. So he instead just chooses to watch the girl walk away.

“Oh there you are! Holly Hill, where did you run off to?” The big sheep man asks, grabbing the girl’s hand and walking away with her

“Sorry Ginta. I was looking at something!” Holly lies lightly. Quietly, Kai watches as they disappear off into the crowd and are no longer seen nor heard.

After a couple of moments of calming his heart, Kai lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Still with a dreamy look on his face, he begins to walk away to go to the soccer fields. Pleasantly under his breath, he murmurs,

“Holly Hill huh?..... what a nice name…”

[angrymongol01-archived]

A/N: Am reposting two of my shelved discontinued fem!Hinata fics from my old blog here (for exposure ig? Also I didn't delete them completely there, they're just posted privately lol); for those who've read the original post before and wondering why this blog repost another blog's work, supplies~!! OP here, filling this blog with some Haikyuu content from last October. Enjoy ^^;; ALSO DO NOT SEND HATE ORZ smh

My Masterlist

Prologue | 01 | Omake 01

tho it doesn't looked like an extra chapter at all smh ahaha

Omake 01

wc: 1.9k words

warning: mentions of thigh touching (and probs kidnapping but not implied), a bit of OOC-ness, a few ‘damn’ mentions.

note: indented paragraphs -> flashbacks

*NOTE: since purple/violet is unavailable via PC (using desktop beta lol), I'll use yellow for Ushijima instead.

“…ta…nata…Hinata!”

A female’s voice continued calling her from her deep slumber.

The faint smell of ammonia wafted in the air.

Eyelids slowly opened as she regained consciousness.

“Ah, thank goodness you’re awake now, Hina-chan!”

“Yachi-san?” She groggily glanced at her friend.

“I’ll tell the others she’s awake!” Suddenly, the owner of that voice earlier, Date Tech’s manager, Nametsu Mai, stood up and headed outside the door. Yachi nodded her thanks.

“W-what happened… Where am I? Is this not our—the managers’—room?” she asked.

Hinata started to sit up from where she was laying but wobbled.

Luckily, Yachi and their second-year senpai Kinoshita Hisashi helped her out and gently positioned their fellow member on one corner of the classroom-slash-makeshift sleeping area.

Her senpai sheepishly replied to Hinata, “This is Date Tech’s sleeping quarters. We were having our first practice match of the day, against them, when Sugawara-san called to inform that they’ve found you together with Shiratorizawa, and their captain carried you on—“

The decoy shivered, thinking about the restroom incident hours ago.

“—and fainted on Ushijima’s shoulder. Ma~n, Suga-san’s so furious back then Kageyama had to stop him from killing them.” Kinoshita chuckled.

“Your room’s kinda far away from where they found you, so the managers decided to drop you off here since it’s the nearest one.”

Hinata sweatdropped, a bit embarrassed.

“Ah… thank you, and sorry for whatever inconvenience I have caused earlier…”

Yachi shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! You’ve done nothing wrong, Hina-chan~,” she grinned at the orange-haired girl.

Smiled back also.

Then she suddenly facepalmed. “I forgot about the practice match! Is it still going yet?”

“It finished an hour ago, we lost—2-1,” a scowling Kageyama answered, trudging towards the three.

“K-k-kageyama…!!!” the female middle blocker blanched with fear, hands gripping the blanket draped on her lap, while the raven-haired setter shot a menacing glare at her, which she averted. “I’m… I’m sorry for—“

“Are you alright?” he quietly asked Hinata, his hand perched on her head.

His deep blue eyes swimming with concern and worry.

She felt a slight flush on her cheeks while meeting his gaze.

“H-hai, I’m fine!” the chibi assured Kageyama. “Nothing to worry about, Bakayama-kun~!”

And she smiled at him.

The boy suddenly became hot and turned to look away from her, hiding his flustered face with the back of his hand.

“H-hinata boke… idiot,” Kageyama stuttered, his heart thumping louder than normal.

Ahh… he sure is whipped for Hinata, that Kageyama boy, Kinoshita thought, shaking his head.

While their blonde manager only giggled.

Recovering from his blushing mess a while ago, the raven-haired setter took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes at Hinata and quipped.

“But I guess you do know that we lost in the match earlier because of your carelessness around your surroundings, right, dumbass?”

He smirked.

This pissed the female decoy and threw in some punches at Kageyama, which he constantly dodged. “Shut up, you!! I said I’m sorry, alright?!”

“No, you did not!”

“Yes, I did, Bakayama!”

There goes their ‘lovers’ quarrel’ again… hahaha…

“Hinata!” Sugawara’s sweet voice boomed inside the room as he entered together with their team’s captain Sawamura Daichi. Beside them tagged along Hinata’s friend from Date Tech, fellow middle blocker Aone Takanobu.

“Ah, Sugawara-san!” The first-year idiot duo stopped their bickering when the gray-haired setter all of a sudden hugged her.

Hc’d Suga and Hinata are chummy-chummy but in a mother/daughter sort of way.

He is, after all, Karasuno’s Sugamama.

“Honey, are you alright now? Did those Shiratorizawa bastards hurt you? Don’t lie to me!” She blinked in reply, baffled.

He might cry in an instant now—

“Oi, Suga, calm down,” Daichi said, drawing circles at the fellow third-year’s back to calm him down.

Aone then stepped closer besides Hinata and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes gazing at hers like Kageyama’s.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, his deep voice nearly startled both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita.

Date Tech’s one-third of the famous Iron Wall is a man of few words, and his replies were mostly grunts, hand gestures, and nods.

So it’s rare for him to speak, or ask a question, especially to a member of the opposite sex—or, in this case, at Karasuno’s Number 10. At Hinata Shouyou.

She held both hands at Aone’s now flustered cheeks, and grinned.

“I’m okay now, Aone-san! Don’t worry too much~ nn?” She tilted her head while looking at him.

C-cute… she’s cute, No-Eyebrows thought to himself. Even the other boys thought so, too.

Then he nodded.

Hinata patted his shoulders. “Good!”

Ahhh the power of friendship, feat. AoHina—

“Say, Hina-chan,” Yachi looked at the orange-haired girl. “Care to say to us why you fainted on Ushijima-san’s shoulder?”

The chibi stilled herself, cheeks starting to get a bit red. Kageyama noticed it.

“A-a-ano!! H-hinata-chan, it’s o-okay if you d-don’t have to tell us! S-sorry for asking such a foolish q-question—“

“Yachi-san, calm yourself down, too—,” the captain sweatdropped.

Looking at the people around her, Hinata slowly opened her mouth to speak.

“My thighs are kind of ticklish when being touched,” she muttered, face in an embarrassed state.

“Ha?” “Ticklish?”

“He—Ushijima-san touched the back of my thighs, but just to keep myself from falling down his shoulder!” the female middle blocker said aloud, pouting. “That’s why I… f-fainted earlier.”

Her partner remembered the face she made while being carried on Ushijima Wakatoshi’s shoulder.

“USHIJIMA-SA—hyaah! …P-please… stop—“

A vein pop ticked on the raven-haired setter’s face, his jawline twitching slightly.

Kageyama’s fists gripped hard, his face a big scowling mess.

Damn that Ushiwaka guy—

Another dark aura emitted on another corner as vein pops ticked on both Dadchi and Sugamama.

Wearing their scary faces.

Both Hinata, Yachi and Kinoshita panicked, while Aone furrowed his brows.

“Did you bring some shovels, Daichi?”

“They’re inside the bus compartment, Suga.”

“Good. We’re digging some graves for some perverted volleyball dorks to bury down later—wanna help us, Kageyama?”

———

Meanwhile, at Shiratorizawa’s side of the training camp, the members were at the sidelines, taking a break from practice when—

“ACHOO!!!” Tendou sniffled for the nth time already ever since coming back to the gym with Ushijima after the incident with Karasuno’s Number 10. “Uh, yizz…”

“Tendou-san, are you really alright?” their team’s first-year ace-in-the-making Goshiki Tsutomu asked, his face scrunched with worry. “You’re sneezing constantly.”

The redhead shook it off with a wave of his hand in reply, and smiled grimly.

“Yeah, I’m a-OK, thanks for your concern, Tsutomu-kun!”

“Oi, are you sick?” Shiratorizawa’s team mom third-year setter Semi Eita stared at his fellow third-year teammate with disgust. “If you are, please stay away from us! We don’t wanna get infected by your cold… Goshiki, don’t go near him!” “Eh? But, senpai—“

Tendou narrowed his eyes on him. “Semi-Semi, if I do have a cold, I will first go straight at ya and share my germs, duh!”

“DON’T CALL ME BY THAT STUPID NICKNAME, YOU IDIOT!” the team mom seethed, throwing a pack of tissues at the middle blocker in reply, hitting his arm.

A quarrel ensued at Shiratorizawa—

“Okay, guys, that’s enough! Save your bickering later at lunch period,” another third-year, Oohira Reon, chided and managed to stop both Tendou and Semi from tearing off their heads.

While the rest of the team just sighed and/or watched at a distance.

“Ano sa…”

Some of them turned their heads at the semi-deep voice of second-year starting setter Shirabu Kenjiro.

Idk how to describe voice ranges ‘cept high-pitch, deep blah blah sorry—

“Tendou-san, you mentioned earlier that you and Ushijima-san met Karasuno’s Number 10, right?”

“Aye~ we have!” the redhead then nudged Ushijima, who was sitting near him, on the side. “Right, Wakatoshi-kun?”

He nodded. “Un. We met Hinata Shouyou early this morning, outside the gym.”

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! You two met that cute sunshine already upon arrival!?!!” Both their libero, Yamagata Hayato, and middle blocker, Kawanishi Taichi, squawked at their captain.

Their faces looked like (‘◉⌓◉’), with Kawanishi gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“T-taichi, stop shaking me, goddammit—!” Whack!

Said second-year middle blocker started to wail in a dramatic way.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYY—!!”

Dunno how to grasp Kawanishi’s personality here tbh so stfu dejk—

“We were about to bring her here back though…” Then Ushijima’s usual stoic face darkened a bit.

“…if only those Karasuno setters didn’t show up.”

“Ah, that Kageyama guy and their vice-captain, isn’t it? Number 2?” Shirabu pointed out. “That guy’s really scary even though he has the face of an angel; their captain also.”

Oohira asked, “Wait… so you two attempted to kidnap the girl?”

“No, no, ‘kidnapping’ will only cause us trouble,” Tendou said, waving his hand in a disapproving way.

“Let’s call it ‘luring her with some sweets then put her inside a potato sack’—“

“ARE YOU A DOWNRIGHT LOLICON!?!!” Semi screamed straight at the Guess Monster’s face, pissed at his earlier statement.

Tendou vs Semi, Round 2–

“I-I heard from Date Tech’s Koganegawa-san that Hinata-chan fainted on you, Ushijima-san,” Goshiki stammered, red tinge on both his cheeks due to embarrassment, maybe? “Is that true?”

Ushiwaka nodded curtly. “Ye—“

“EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHE DID WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!!” Both Yamagata and Kawanishi squawked again, interrupting his response.

Their faces now looked like (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾, with Kawanishi again gripping the collar of Shirabu’s shirt, shaking wildly.

“KAWANISHIIIIII!” An uppercut.

Chaos ensued inside the Shiratorizawa Academy (High School Division) Men’s Volleyball Club.

Their captain declared to himself, his olive-colored eyes shone with determination:

We will take Hinata Shouyou here, in Shiratorizawa. She should have (come here). Whatever the consequences be.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU SLACKING OFF, YOU NIMRODS!!! GET YOUR ASSES BACK TO PRACTICE!!!!”

“HAI!!!!”

———

How did the supposed-to-be ‘rumor’ begin? It all started when…

“Aaaarrrggghhh!! This is not right, Ryuu!”

“Huh? What d’you mean ‘not right’, Noya?”

“I want to sit next to our cute kouhai Shouyou on the bus earlier, but it’s always that bastard Kageyama who gets to sit beside her!! Hnnnnnngh—!!! He gets to touch Shouyou’s hair whenever she dozes off, or place her head on his shoulder to sleep on! Or-or maybe even take a candid shot of her sleeping cutely—dammit!!! This is frustrating!!!!!”

“Ahhh~ I know how you feel, bro! I, too, want to sit next to our precious Hinata-chan on the bus! B-but… Noya, what about Kiyoko-san?”

“Ryuu bro, our loyalty is always on our beautiful goddess Kiyoko-san—BUT SHE’S DIFFERENT FROM SHOUYOU! Our kouhai is literally the epitome of a living sunshine~! She cures our blues away! Remember that time during our match with Wakunan, when you were kind of down about Daichi-san’s injury then Shouyou suddenly hugged and peppered you with words of encouragement?”

“Oh, yeah! It calmed my senses down… and also! Remember when you came back from your suspension, and me and Hinata noticed bruises—“

idk I really need to refresh my HQ knowledge by rereading the whole manga orz—

“—on your arms? Ma~n, she freaked out and began applying those with some ointment she had in her bag. And you told me later that time Hinata’s hands were very soft even though she spiked and blocked so many balls in her lifetime? Also that expression on your face! So priceless!”

“Ahhhh~ I wanna touch Shouyou’s soft hands again longer! Not just a high five—but holding hands!”

“Me too~ Damn, I wish there’d be some kind of (rotational?) seating arrangement whenever we’re on the bus, traveling to matches and stuff…”

“Ryuu! Noya! Heya!”

“Tora! Our shitty (city) boy from Tokyo—wassup!”

“We can’t wait to play another game against you guys later! ww”

“Same here!”

“Ah, what are you guys talking about?”

“OUR PRECIOUS KOUHAI HINATA/SHOUYOU!!!”

“Eh? Shrimpy-chan? What about her?”

“It’s like this….—“

The two crows and mohawked cat walked their way inside the camp premises, talking.

Unbeknownst to them, two eagles accidentally eavesdropped on the earlier conversation.

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[1-800-hellraiser]

I Wanna Be your Girlfriend (BEN Drowned x Female!Reader)

Requested by: No one

Pages: 7.2 

Words: 2,637

Associated song: I wanna be your girlfriend - Girl in Red

!Tw! Swearing and mentions/a picture of facial scaring, that's about it.

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"I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch. And I wanna touch you but not like this."

   "Yo fuckers, I'm going down to the convince store, you want any thing?" You ask to the three pastas lounging on the couch. The other two pastas shake their heads, but the third one makes himself known. "Could you get me a blue raspberry slushie please?" He asks slinking his head upside down over the back couch, his golden locks flowing straight down. You chuckle at the childish nature of the virus. "Sure thing, BEN." You exit the mansion and begin walking. 

   As you're walking out of the forest, you itch your face slightly, your breath hitches at the painful sensation. When you first got to the mansion, a certain monochrome fuck decided to pick a fight with your unstable, shaken up ass. He left you with four long scars down your face. Thankfully, he didn't damage your eye at all. 

   You don't bother wearing a mask to hide your face. You simply don't have the energy to give a fuck. You understand why people stare, it's odd and unusual to have that type of scaring. You don't mind, curiosity gets the best of us sometimes.

   Anyways, you reach the convince store and pad inside. Inside was a wonderland of junk. Everything from Twinkies to state made craft beer. Your eyes wander around before spotting the slushie machine. There are four selections of slushie to choose from. There's Coke, blue raspberry, cherry, and green apple. You go to grab a cup, but then realize BEN had never mentioned a size. Quickly, you pull out your phone and text BEN.

Y/n

Yo BEN, what size do you want?

    You decide to get your own slushie too. You pull out a medium cup and cover, then choose your flavor. You gently push back the lever and watch the mix of flavor syrup and crushed ice enter your cup. You take a red straw and poke it into the slushie. You almost forget about BEN's slushie until you feel your phone buzz in your non dominant hand. 

Lil' Green Bitch

Uhhhhh, get me a medium plz 

Y/n 

'Aight

   You take another medium cup and fill it with the blue slushie. You grab another straw for BEN and stick it in the back pocket of your jeans along with your phone. You walk up to the  depressed looking teenage cashier and put both drinks on the counter. You pull out your wallet before hand, so it isn't as awkward trying to pay. The cashier looks up the price for the slushies, since there is no barcode. 

    "Your total is $3.25 miss." The cashier sighs out. You open your wallet and pull out exact change. You hand the cashier your money and slide your wallet back into your pocket. "Have a good day." "You too sir." You reply, grabbing the slushies and leaving. You start your walk back to the mansion. 

    "I'm back bitches." You announce, opening the front door. You look around for your favorite green midget, but he's nowhere to be seen. "Have any of you seen BEN?" You ask the two other pastas, who are still on the couch. You close the door with your foot and walk over to the couch. "I think he went to his room." Jeff rasps, you nod and thank him. 

   You know where BEN's room is by memory because you and BEN have weekly sleepovers. Speaking of which, you're having one tonight in BEN's room. Your heart flutters at the thought of such a thing. You and BEN are best friends, you hit it off when you two first met. You started developing feelings for the glitch, you've crushed on him for almost a year now. You always keep your cool around him though, as to not raise any suspicion. 

   You knock at his room door, waiting for him to come out. "Coming!" He says through the door. You hear some shuffling from the other side and a small 'ow'. A few seconds later, he opens the door. You try and hide your blush the best you can, as he us wearing a black tank top and white boxers with the triforce symbol all over them. 

    "Pfft, nice boxers BEN," you comment sarcastically. You see a hint of a blush across his cheeks. "Thanks, would you like to take a closer look~?" BEN flirts, you laugh. "Ew no," you laugh out, punching him in the shoulder. "Anyway, here's your slushie loser." You say, handing the slushie to BEN. "Thanks bitch." BEN replies, you chuckle. "See you tonight," you say, begining to walk away. "See you tonight," BEN concludes. 

   Walking back up to your room, you take a sip of your slushie. You wonder what you and BEN are going to do at the sleepover. You usually surprise each other, the last sleepover you had, BEN took you to McDonald's at three am and harassed the workers working the drive thru. Fun times. 

   You open your bedroom door and walk in. Your room is decorated with posters you stole from victim's homes. You also have LED lights (also stolen) around the perimeter of your room. They're off right now, so you pick up the remote and set them to f/c. You smile proudly at the LED's, you also have Polaroid's strung up on some wire you found in the mansion. You have ones with you and BEN, you and Clockwork, you and Jeff, and you and your old friends. 

   You have the photos because you snuck back to your old house to steal some of your most important possessions. You also have a lava lamp you bought from Spencer's, it looks dope. You take off your shoes and set them next to your door, and set your slushie on your nightstand. You decide to take a nice, hot shower.

   You grab a pair of black leggings that are ripped all over. You also grab a black long tee shirt that goes down to your mid thigh. It shows your s/t shoulders and has a graphic of a skeletal hand with a cigarette with the words 'smoking kills' in cursive, white letters. It has the classic two bold white stripes on the sleeves. You also grab some clean undergarments and socks.

   You pad into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You turn on the faucet and put your hand underneath the water flow to test the warmth. As soon as the water hit your hand, you reel back and hiss in pain. You turn the knob a bit and wait for the water to cool down. As soon as the water cooled down enough, you slip the rest of your body into the shower.

    You step out of the steaming shower and wrap yourself in a towel. You dry your hair and style it however you would like. You slip on your undergarments and socks first. Then, you pull on your ripped leggings, making sure you don't get your feet caught and rip them more. Then, you slip your long shirt on over them. You put on some deodorant and check your phone, Your phone clock reads 5:54.

   "Shit!" You whisper as you go back to your room and grab your shoes. You're supposed to meet in BEN in his room at 6 pm (18:00). You put them on quickly and grab a f/c drawstring bag sitting in the corner of your room. You snatch the bag and fill it with your phone, phone charger, a blanket, some extra cash, and your handy dandy pocket knife. 

    You almost fall down the stairs trying to get to BEN's room in time. You bust open his door at exactly 6 pm (18:00), panting like you just ran a marathon. "Hey princess." BEN greets nonchalantly, you wave at him back. "Alright, since you took me somewhere on our last sleepover, I was thinking I could take you to some places, if you're up for it." BEN nods and gets up off his bed. "Alright, let's get our stuff set up first before we go." You nod and take the blanket out of your bag. 

   You observe the setup you and BEN have made and nod proudly. BEN set up a t.v on the floor and you both built a pillow fort to watch scary movies in when you both are done being teenage hooligans. Next to the t.v is a mini fridge BEN kept in his room for your sleepovers. He also has it in his room because he will deck anyone that eats his leftovers. 

   "Ready?" You ask, turning to BEN, "Yup, ready." You grab your drawstring back full of essentials and leave with BEN. Once you get out side, BEN asks you where you're going. "I was thinking we could hit up McDonalds, then walk around until we find an abandoned building to hang in." You explain, BEN nods, "Sounds like a plan to me." 

   You both arrive at the pretty beaten up McDonald's and you both walk in. "Welcome to McDonalds, how may I take your order?" The cashier asks boredly, you turn to BEN. "I'll take a ten piece chicken McNugget please." BEN responds politely, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Okay, and what about you Miss?" "I'll  take a f/o (favorite order) please!" The cashier nods and rings the order up. "Your total is $13.45." You nod and dig in your bag for your wallet. 

   "Don't worry N/n, I got you." BEN states and pulls a twenty out of seemingly nowhere. "O-oh, thank you B." You gush, that was very kind of him. So kind of him, it made your heart beat harder in your chest. "Alright, your food will be out in a minute." The  cashiers words snap you out of your lovey daze. You nod and walk over to a table to sit at while waiting for your food with BEN. 

   "What's our order number?" You ask, BEN looks back at the receipt. "Uhhh, order number 69, nice." He chuckles, you giggle back. "I have another question, where did the twenty come from?" BEN chuckles again. "I always have spare change in my hat." He takes off his hat and hands it to you, you peer inside and see another ten dollars and five quarters. 

   "Woah, that is the most epic magic trick I've ever seen." You say sarcastically at BEN, he chuckles. "My pleasure, Y/n." "Order 69?" You her somebody shout, you turn to BEN. "I'll go get it." You say, standing up from the booth. "Thank you miss!" You chirp at the cashier that just gave you your order. You set the tray down and begin to eat. 

   After you and BEN are done, you take care of the tray and leave. "So, where to now?" BEN asks, you smile, a great idea popping into your head. "I know the perfect abandoned house to hang out in, its a 15 minute walk from here," You explain to BEN. "Ok, lead the way N/n." You clasp your hands together in excitement. Hopefully, your plan is going to go smoothly.

    Your plan is to go to the abandoned house, and explore with BEN for a bit. After that, you lead him up to a window that you can get to the roof from. You are going to sit on the roof with BEN and tell him how you feel. Hopefully, he feels the same way about you.

   You arrive at the abandoned house with BEN. You both walk up to the front door, "After you m'lady," BEN motions, tipping his hat. "Thank you my fair gentleman." You took a bow and enter the building, both of you giggling. You carefully step around fallen debris and rotten floorboards. You make sure that BEN was also being safe, you love BEN, but he is quite a handful. 

   You both walk into the dust covered living room.  There was an ugly yellow rug lying in the floor, and a black table sitting on top. Two beige recliners are sitting at opposite angles facing towards the wall. Behind that, was a window with spindly white curtains. You both investigate the living room before moving on to the rest of the house. 

   The house is very small, it only has a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms and one bedroom. So, you move on to the kitchen. The kitchen had a pretty white wallpaper with pastel pink flowers all over it, it looks like someone painted the flowers with watercolors. Theres noting in the kitchen other than the cabinets and sink. You look in the sink and on the counters. BEN snoops through the cabinets. He finds nothing other than a single black marble. 

    "Yo, N/n, look what I found." BEN says, showing you the completely black orb. "Woah, that's sick!" You say looking intently at the black orb. You both exit the kitchen. "Do you wanna split up for the bathrooms?" You ask BEN, "Sure" he says. So, you both split up, you go upstairs and see two doors. You don't know which one is the bathroom, so you did the best thing you could to chose which door to go into first. 

    "Eenie meenie miney mo catch the tiger by the toe, if he hollars let him go." You end, your index finger pointing at the door in the right. You open the door to the bathroom and walk in. Pretty pastel blue tiles cover the walls. You see a sink with a mirror above it, it is one of those mirror cabnets. You push on the mirror, it inverts then squeaks open. Your eyes catch on a dusty orange cylinder. You pick it up, there's no label, interesting. 

   BEN enters the bathroom downstairs. The bathroom is covered in pretty white tiles. BEN notices the sink and the mirror, he pushes on the mirror and nothing happens. He steps over to the blue shower curtain and pulls it open. Nothing is there, so he turns around to meet you upstairs. 

   You both meet in front of the door on the right, you reach out and turn the doorknob and open the door. You both enter the room and look around. The walls are painted a nice gray. The bedroom is empty,  except for a lone window leading to the roof. You go over and open the window, you motion for BEN to follow. You carefully stick your leg out onto part of the roof, then walk up the slope. BEN follows you up and sits next to you. 

   "Hey BEN, can I tell you something?" You ask, BEN gives you a curious look. "Okay, what's up?" You take a deep breath. "I brought you up here because I wanted to to tell you that, I like you, a lot. And, I hope I can be your  girlfriend?" You end shrinking down a little bit, BEN smiles at you. "I'd love for you to be my girlfriend, Y/n." He says, gently putting his thumb under your chin and lifting it up.

   Your eyes meet with his, you both lean in. His lips met yours, they're soft, but cold. It sends a chill down your spine. You both melt into the kiss, but before anything gets heated, you pull away and hug him. "Thank you, BEN." 

Best. Sleepover. Ever.

[rwbyremnants]

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Spin the bottle (yes again lol, for the fans of a certain other fic), underage drinking, make out fun, slight boner-town

=Chapter 2

"MERRY DUSTMAS!"

The four teammates shouted the proclamation simultaneously as Ruby pressed a button on a reloadable cracker, a Dust reaction filling the air with shimmering confetti. They laughed and raised their glasses of mulled red sap wine - which Ruby technically shouldn't have been drinking for another few months, but Yang decided as long as she didn't leave the Xiao Long household, it was no big deal.

"I must say," Weiss sighed airily as she gazed around at the festive decor, "even though I'm missing the annual Dustmas Eve Ball at Schnee Manor, this is quite a bit nicer than I expected."

"Put it this way,” Yang laughed before she completely downed her drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. “Here, you don't have to have a stick up your ass."

Her partner, on the contrary, took small sips of her own, savouring all the flavours as she took her seat on the small sofa. The Xiao Long house was smaller than Blake expected, but it was cozy enough. And with their father being away for the weekend, the place was their own.

"I suppose that's true," Weiss said while sniffing delicately at her drink as if to make sure it wasn't poisoned.

"Yay!" Ruby said with a little bounce from her seat on the ottoman. "The Dustmas Bush is all decorated, we have cookies and, um, wine, and all four of us are together! What could possibly make this night better?"

"Presents, duh! You are gonna love yours, Ruby. It practically screams your name." Yang grinned as she plopped down opposite the other girls. In the centre of them, she then placed one of her Ember Celica gauntlets, looking up with a smirk. "Now it's time for some real fun."

"And what, pray tell, qualifies as 'real fun'?" Weiss asked airily.

"Spin The Blade," Ruby grumbled, clearly less than enthused.

"Spin the what? A game? But Ember Celica doesn't even have a blade!"

"Well, back in 'the days of old'-" for that line, Yang had deliberately put on an 'old man' voice, before continuing "-they used a dagger. But my gear does the trick and it’s not loaded, so way less dangerous. Anyway, it's not the blade that's important!"

Ruby's little lackluster nod drew Weiss's attention. "What's with you? It doesn't seem like you want to play this game."

"It's more like I don't want to play it with my sister… but whatever, I guess it'll still be fun." With a concentrated effort, the short-haired girl perked up and smiled. "Okay, I’m in!"

"I'm kinda scared to try this, knowing Yang,” the Faunus admitted, shifting from the sofa back to the floor opposite her partner. “What are the rules?"

"Pretty simple. You spin Ember Celica, and whoever it aims at has three choices: kiss, truth, or dare. Obviously, the more drunk we get, the funner it's gonna be."

"Kiss?" A light went off behind Weiss's violet eyes. "Ohhh… now I get why you don't want to play it with your sister."

"We do cheek-kisses," Ruby groaned. "Still awkward, though. But okay, um, why don’t we get this going?"

However, Blake suddenly seemed to be a little less than enthused with the idea. She didn’t speak up, but did fall completely silent, biting her lip as she glanced between the battle gauntlet and Ruby’s slightly rosy cheeks. Kissing was one of the options? Did it have to be?

"Alright. Since it was my idea, I'm gonna start!" And with that, the blonde grasped the top of Ember Celica, spinning it as fast as she could. With the four of them sat watching it, it continued round and round until it landed on…

"Oooohhh, looks like you're up, Ice Queen."

Instantly, Weiss's estimation of the game took a spiralling nosedive and everyone could see it happening. "W-wait, does that mean if I pick 'kiss', that I have to kiss you?!" Swallowing, she squeaked, "Wh-what are my other two options again?"

"Truth, or dare…" Yang folded her arms, smirking contentedly at how flustered the Ice Queen was. Even more so when her partner posed an interesting question.

"But if she said dare, couldn't you just dare her to kiss you?"

"TRUTH!" Weiss half-shouted. "I pick truth, absolutely, I pick truth, whatever on earth that means!"

"Wow, Weiss," Ruby squeaked as she leaned away from her battle partner. "Way to overcompensate…"

"Almost as if you think Yang has cooties," Blake joined in, chuckling mischievously.

But it was Yang's turn to tease. For a moment, she raised her hand to her chin, thinking deeply for a question. What would make the Ice Queen the most uncomfortable? And then she snapped her fingers. "Which of us three do you find the most attractive?"

Weiss felt both of her eyes go wide as saucers. "I… what… you… damn you, Xiao Long, that's not the sort of thing you can ask a girl! About other girls, even!"

"Well, too bad, she did," Ruby giggled.

"But none of you are boys, this isn't really a fair question!!" Weiss glanced between Blake and Yang briefly. "I suppose… Yang, okay? Are you satisfied?"

"Score!" She celebrated with a fist pump, flexing her muscles.

“It’s because you look so much like a man!” she flung at her, ears already pinkening. “Shut up!”

Laughing aloud, Yang pushed Ember Celica in her direction. "And now it's your turn to spin!"

While Weiss spun the weapon and grumbled something about "self-infatuated gloryhounds", Ruby laughed and said to her sister, "This is a lot more fun than when we played it with Zwei, isn't it?"

"Yeah that was… mostly just gross," Yang confessed. But finally the weapon had stopped spinning, and it landed on… "Oooooh, Blake!"

"W-wha?!" Sure enough, Ember Celica was aiming in her direction. Intimidating as it was, she took a sip of her wine again to try and calm her nerves. If she voted kiss, she would have to kiss one of the girls! Why was this a question of either being embarrassed or humiliated?

Well, there was one other option. "A-alright. Dare."

Letting out an audible sigh, Weiss said, "Alright, um… let me think of something suitably, well, beginner-level." Tapping her chin, she eventually straightened and said. "Oh! I dare you to kiss your Semblance!"

"Kiss my… what?!" She frantically looked around the room, watching as everyone else was just grinning and laughing to themselves. She really had to do this. "F-fine. I guess that’s not too bad."

And soon enough, she puckered her lips, only for that copy of herself to remain frozen, the real her appearing right in front of it as she pressed her lips back against the mirroring set. At least only a small kiss on the lips wasn't that bad.

There was nothing to stop Ruby from giggling. The sight sent a thrill through her, but it was also just really amusing to see two copies of Blake kissing each other. Then again, it could have been the wine talking.

"Fabulous!" Weiss snickered as she clapped. "Well, that was oddly satisfying. Also, I didn't expect it would matter, since you weren't having to kiss one of us. You're welcome."

"Still humiliating though. Look at that face." She gestured toward the copy of herself, lips still puckered for the kiss. But with a wave of her hand, it vanished again.

"Now it's your turn, kitty!"

"Okay, okay…" She quickly spun Ember Celica, watching intently for who it would land on, sipping her wine once again.

"O-oh."

Ruby felt her face warm when she saw the business end of the gauntlet pointing in her direction. Everything had been mildly amusing up until she was the one in the spotlight.

"Ooooohhh this'll be fun!" Yang smirked, staring over at her sister. "What's it gonna be, Sis? Blake will decide your fate!"

"Um… okay, I guess I'll…" Why did she feel so conflicted? A kiss from Blake didn't sound so bad, but then again, asking for it would make her seem weird or desperate. So she merely squeaked, "Um, truth?"

"Hah!" Weiss snapped. "Who's the coward now?"

"STILL YOU!"

"Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty," Yang laughed, getting up and grabbing the many empty glasses belonging to the girls, before heading to the kitchen to get refills. “And chickenshit!”

In that time, Blake was thinking to herself. What would be the best question? "Okay, Ruby, um… I guess, who in the school do you find attractive?"

"Well, I never really thought about it," Ruby said shyly. Maybe a dare would have been better after all, but it was too late to worry about that. "I mean, both you and Weiss are so pretty I can't stand it, but if you mean boys, um… I guess Jaune's kind of cute, in a goofy way."

"Jaune?" Weiss scoffed. "That toe fungus?"

"I didn't say he was some kind of chiseled god, just that he's cute! You really don't think he is?"

Shrugging, the heiress pretended to brush dirt from her impeccable sleeve. "He's beneath me. After all, I'm 'so pretty you can't stand it', right?"

Flushing, Ruby reached out and spun Ember Celica, refusing to comment.

An hour or so later, the group was a constant mess of giggling and laughter. It was Yang's fifth glass of wine, Blake's third, Weiss's second, and Ruby had only finished her one that she was allowing herself. Still, they were all light headed. Yang obviously so when it was her turn.

"Aaaalright Rubes, I ain't no coward. I'll go for kiss!"

"Yaaaang!" Ruby protested, but she was already resigned to her fate. The first time the “blade” had put her and Yang together, she had chosen "dare", and Yang dared her to run around the house in her underwear. That had been mortifying, despite knowing that nobody was around for miles, so the next time she chose "truth" - which led to her having to reveal that yes, she had had a sexy dream before. When asked about whom , she refused to answer on the grounds that it was a separate question.

In light of all that, kissing her sister seemed like the lesser of three evils. Heart pounding, she leaned forward and screwed her eyes closed, waiting for Yang to do the unthinkable.

Even when drunk, her older sister knew how awkward it was for them both, and possibly for the other two watching. And so she only delivered a very brief peck on the lips. Ruby sighed and shivered in mingling mortification and relief, then ducked her head down between her shoulders.

“Thanks, Sis.”

“You’re welcome. I got your back.” She tousled the younger girl’s hair before pushing Celica to her. "Spin away!"

"Never thought I'd see that," Weiss remarked as Ruby spun the bottle.

"Why is it making you blush though?!"

Folding her arms, Weiss did her best to pretend her face wasn't glowing like a stoplight. "Th-this isn't because I watched you two kiss! It's still from Blake's question about what kind of panties I own!"

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to say red lace!" Yang chuckled, by now more or less out of her mind, having to lean against the sofa.

Blake wasn't faring too well either given that she had finished her latest drink, occasionally wobbling as she barely sat upright on the floor. Though then she found herself in the line of fire. "Not again…"

Nodding to herself as if she had been expecting it, Ruby said, "Mkay, Blake. What's it gonna be?"

That was the question. As much as Truth seemed the best option, she didn't fancy the question that would surely be asked. Who did she have a crush on in their year group? Kissing fared no better, considering someone had gotten Yang to kiss her in previous rounds, which had come pretty close to stirring reactions in her body that were better off not coming to pass. There was only one real choice.

"Dare."

By now, with a little wine making her stomach warmer, Ruby felt a lot bolder than she normally would have. "I dare you… to… take one piece of clothing off and leave it off for the rest of the night!"

"Now hold on!" Weiss snapped immediately. "Doesn't this set a dangerous precedent?!"

"WHAT?!" Even in her slightly drunken state, she was far too shy for that. All she had on was some black and white pyjamas that Yang had let her borrow, since she had managed to forget her gown. It was either the top or the bottoms, and neither were preferable. "C-can I change my answer or something? Please?"

"Ssssure you can," slurred Yang, who only pointed at her sister. "Forfeit is to kiss Rubes."

"O-oh," Ruby whispered. None of them had forfeited so far, and she hadn't realised that was the rule. It simply hadn't come up yet.

"So I either have to be in my underwear or kiss your sister?"

"Yep. And not just a peck on the lips Sister-Kiss, either. I mean full-on make out. Curl her toes!"

And with that, the poor brunette’s eyes shot wide open. As lovely as the girl was, Ruby was a little too young to be playing tonsil hockey with anybody! Surely Yang couldn't condone that happening to her own sister… or perhaps she had forgotten thanks to her drunken state. "This is unfair…"

"Seems fair to me," Weiss muttered. "I had to lick Ruby's elbow."

"Yang!" Ruby hissed at her sister. "What are you trying to do?!"

"Whaaaaat?" Yang laughed, unable to help but lay tilt her head.

In Blake's dismay, she sighed reluctantly. As much as she didn't want to do it, kissing Ruby seemed the better option. That punishment didn't last all night at least – and wouldn’t reveal far more than she wanted to let out of the bag.

"Fine. I forfeit."

It seemed Ruby's daring scheme to tease Blake had backfired drastically. "You… do?" Licking her lips, she glanced back and forth at her other teammates for help, but Yang was still saturated with alcohol, and Weiss was merely sitting there with her arms folded, waiting for developments. There was nothing for her to do but sit forward slightly. "Well… um, okay."

With eyes on then both, Blake couldn't give in. She had to swallow her pride. 'Imagine it's someone else,' she thought desperately. 'Sun, or Jaune – or Grandma! Anyone!' But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny one emotion biting at her. She wanted it to be Ruby. The whole thing was wrong, making out with the girl she liked when she was so young – and they were drunk! But Ruby was beautiful, kind, passionate. Everything she dreamed of in someone to get closer to.

So, she too leant forward, taking Ruby's lips with her own, kneading them against one another gently.

In all honesty, she had been expecting the kiss with Blake to be rather like the one from Yang; chaste and cheeky, amusing. Despite her sister’s goading, no way would she have really given them hell if they didn’t ‘make out’ as she demanded. Instead, this one was tender, yearning for more yet restrained from taking it beyond this initial stage. Blake's mouth was sweet and somewhat tart from the wine, and she found herself wanting more of it, she wanted-

"I thought you two were supposed to be making out," Weiss said airily. "Not just lip-locking."

It was difficult for Ruby to block out her needling voice, but she did her best. When she tried to shift forward she almost lost her balance, and desperately grabbed for Blake's shoulder to steady herself. Only afterward did it feel strange to her, to be clutching her friend while they kissed, but what could she do about it?

Rolling her eyes behind her eyelids, Blake leant further into the kiss to respond to Weiss, joining in as she also grasped Ruby's shoulder to pull her into her. The girl's lips were far softer then what she had expected. Of course, innocent of any form of kissing, but a delight to indulge in none the less. They felt good. In fact…

It felt too good. Once the other two seemed satisfied, she quickly let go. "T-there, happy?!"

"Y-yes," Weiss stammered as Ruby pressed a hand against her mouth. "That was quite an interesting show you two put on for us, I have to say. Wow."

"Show?" Ruby squeaked. "It's… it was fun, but why would you… I mean, I don't…"

"Hey, are you okay?" Weiss asked, eyebrows knitting. "You're acting kind of extra-doltish."

It took a few more moments for Blake to realise what exactly happened. She had just kissed Ruby Rose. Her leader, two years younger then herself, her partner's sister. It was both an honour, and nearly set off a panic in the pit of her stomach. 'Why did you do that?! She’s barely old enough to be at Beacon at all! You said it yourself, she's too innocent!'

"Hey… You both don't look so hot," Yang pointed out. Both of the two had red cheeks, mainly due to the alcohol rather than their rather steamy kiss.

"Don't say that!" Ruby piped up. "Blake always looks hot!" Only afterward did she realise what she had said. Oops. "I m-mean… well, she does. That's just a fact, right?"

"Whoa! I think we know who that sexy dream was about now…" Yang played along, only then did she look up toward the clock and see the time. "Ah damn, it's three in the morning! We should probably be getting to bed or Dad’s gonna cream us if we throw off our sleep schedules…"

"I'm all for that," Weiss sighed as she stretched her legs out in front of her, having been sitting on them for quite a while. The toes of her fuzzy socks wobbled a little. "If only to end this infernal game."

"But noooo," Ruby whined. "Okay, so this is a weird game, but we could do something else! Do we have to go to bed?"

"Yessss… Besides, Yang thhhhinks she needs it." When getting up, there was a lot of wobbling. If not for her grip on the chair, she would have fallen over. But it didn't stop the eratic giggling. "Y-you two love birds fffeel free to stay up, me and Weiss are gonna hit the sack."

Ruby watched Weiss follow Yang out of the room, and while the heiress didn't take a single backward glance, Yang kept leering at them and making smoochy-smoochy faces. It was humiliating, but luckily Blake was too busy reading the label of the wine bottle to notice. Or pretending to be.

"So," Ruby said in a hushed voice once they had heard the two bedroom doors slam closed.

"So," Blake echoed, placing the bottle back down. What was she meant to talk about now exactly? Should she bring it up? Forget it ever happened? Crack a joke about it to relieve tension? Being somewhat light headed didn't help any of her decisions. "I can't believe Yang let you have any wine."

Squirming for a few moments, Ruby scooted closer to Blake before whispering, "She tried to give me another after she'd had like, a whole bottle, but I said I didn't think it was a good idea. Tomorrow she'll probably feel terrible for it, but… hey, if we were in Vacuo I'd already have been drinking legally for a year now, right?"

"Yeah, that's true. I'm more annoyed that she encouraged you to-" Then she shut herself up. If she mentioned the fact that her and Ruby shared an intimate kiss, she would give away that she was still thinking about it. "A-anyway, has she let you do this before? Have wine, I mean."

"Not a whole glass," Ruby hedged. When Blake only blinked at her, she relented and said, "Okay, so she's been letting me have sips for years, but I swear this is the first time she let me have an entire glass to myself. Is… is that bad?"

"Not really, I guess. I mean, she wasn't forcing you to; still your choice." She laid back against the sofa as she looked over to Ruby. "But I’m there with you, actually. This is the first time I've been… well, drunk, and not just tried a sip or two."

It suddenly occurred to Ruby that she was sitting across from Blake, which made a lot less sense when they were the only two in the room. However, when she tried to stand up and walk over to her, she tripped on her own clumsy feet and face-planted against the cushion right next to Blake.

"OWWW!" she said in a muffled tone. "Well, I guess I'm drunk, too!"

"Easy, there," she laughed. But when seeing she couldn't get up properly by herself, she managed to lean over to her, pulling her shoulder slowly to pull her facing upward. "There you go…"

Though after a few seconds, she saw she was right above Ruby. She found herself looking into those silver eyes once again. Did they always sparkle? Even in such small lighting? The woman couldn't speak, only look at the beautiful girl underneath her.

Ruby returned the gaze, unfocused at first but then locking onto the amber orbs above her. Her throat felt tight. Then she gazed past her hair and pointed at the ceiling.

"Oh, look. Bristletoe."

Sure enough, a sprig of whitish leaves with green berries hung from the rafters, merrily adding a dash of holiday cheer to the decor. However, that particular plant held a specific tradition; you were supposed to spend the entire night with anyone you walked under it with.

"O-oh…" Outdated though it was, the first tradition was to repeat something they had just done: to begin the night with a kiss. Did she dare do it again? “Yeah, it’s… it sure is.”

“Guess you’d better kiss me,” Ruby chirruped in a slightly joking tone. But her cheeks were rosy, her eyes half-closed as she smiled up at her teammate.

Before Blake knew what was happening, she found her lips pressing on the younger girl's, this time remaining still. She wanted to make sure the partner also wanted this.

Ruby had not been expecting her to go through with it, but she actually had upheld the tradition of Bristletoe. Would she go through with the rest? That was unimportant at the moment. Whimpering quietly, she reached a hand up to hold Blake's face against her own as her lips began to move, to push against another set that were so inviting. After a few seconds, she found Blake's bottom lip was between hers, and began to suckle it gently, not knowing quite why she enjoyed it to the degree she did but absolutely sure she wanted more.

"Mmm…" For reasons unknown to her, the soft and delicate suckling against her lips felt amazing. And she returned the favour how she could, managing to catch Ruby's top lip between hers, her teeth brushing lightly against it as she kissed the girl deeper.

When did she move to lay on top of her?! The weight of Blake's body sent a thrill straight down into Ruby's core, one she was completely unaccustomed to feeling. Was this allowed? Could people get this close without being married? Unbidden, she felt her hands trailing up the back and into the hair of her teammate, holding her in place and yearning for more and more contact. Sounds came from her throat that she didn't even believe herself to be capable of making. This was completely alien, and Blake was the last one she had expected to be sharing this moment with. It was magical.

Meanwhile, the Faunus was weathering something of a personal crisis. These were feelings she believed she had left behind years ago; feelings for women, that was. But something about Ruby Rose was so alluring to her. It may have been the wine talking, or just the heat of the moment, but her own hands began to wander over the girl's body, caressing each inviting curve as she moaned into her lover's mouth contentedly.

Slowly, Ruby became aware that this wasn't just going to be a kiss. They were going all the way. She wasn't completely sure that was what she wanted… or what that even meant, but Blake felt better than anything she had experienced in her entire life and it seemed worth it to her that she explore. Taking her first bold action, she let her hand wander down and grip the subtle mound of Blake's backside, delighting in the gentle give of the flesh.

"Mmm!" She found she had to part her lips from the girl's below, letting out a heated sigh. Unintentionally, she pushed her backside into the hand above her, body craving more contact from the perfect woman below her. Completely losing herself in the moment.

However, the heat that was blossoming was doing things to her body she didn't anticipate. Which the younger girl could suddenly feel grinding into her leg.

"Blake!" Ruby panted as their kiss finally broke, her round, feverish face pressing into the curve of her neck. "Y… your belt moved, Gambol Shroud is in the front, or… or what is that?"

"Huh? Oh…" With a sudden jolt of ice water into her veins, Blake knew exactly what it was. Shit. Thanks to the wine, her temperature and hormones were so high, she didn't even realise the reaction making out with Ruby would spur. And now…

"I-it's nothing!" she desperately breathed, crawling backward off the woman underneath, before turning away from her. There was no way she was going to let something like this be ruined again.

"Okay," Ruby said without hesitation, though she was now quite worried about Blake. "Are- Blake, what is it? Talk to me."

One of her hands rested on the shoulder of the back turned toward her, but that was all she could muster. Blake was sad now, rather than enjoying what they were doing seconds ago. Was it anything she did? Or had the effects of the wine simply worn off enough for her to realise this wasn't a course of action she wanted to pursue?

"I-I…" All the while, she seemed to be staring down at the floor, legs bringing themselves up and against her chest so she could hide. With a reluctant sigh, she finally spoke. "Y-you don't want to do this with me, Ruby. I’m not quite the woman you think you’re with under the Bristletoe."

Perhaps Ruby wasn't the smartest student ever to attend Beacon Academy, or the most perceptive. But even she could put two and two together. Something about the mysterious pressure up against her thigh had given her friend great distress. A suspicion crept into her mind, but she pushed it away. That would be impossible. Completely impossible.

Wouldn't it?

"Hey," she breathed shakily as she began to scoot closer to Blake, sliding an arm around her waist. "Um, you're kind of right, I don't know what I want, but… it's not because it's you, okay? All of this felt really good. Super amazingly good! I’m just new at it, that’s all!"

"B-but I'm…" She remained still, just reveling in the feeling of an arm around her waist. Somehow, it felt good, comforting. It wasn't a hug, but it gave the same effect as one, making her feel warm inside her chest. Loved even.

But how long would that last when Blake told the truth? There was no other choice; if she didn’t, the instant she stood up Ruby would find it out, anyway. Because being so close to this magnetic girl was keeping her from being able to suppress that reaction anymore. With a long sigh, she pushed her legs down and out in front of herself, resigned to being humiliated now.

"Listen. I-I'm ugly… down there. You don’t want to keep going with me."

The words only seemed to confirm the strange, idle thought that had flitted through Ruby's brain. "Ugly how?" Then she halted and changed directions, leaning around Blake to try to catch a look into her eyes. "No, you're- Blake, I don't think you could be ugly anywhere."

But her forearm had already bumped the "ugliness" to which the Faunus was referring. Rigidness. It gave far too much to be any sort of weapon or other battle-related implement that she might be carrying, and was in the wrong location to boot.

Blake Belladonna was decidedly not a typical woman.