#Weiss drabble

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Little Surprises 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, cheating/established relationships, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Andy Barber, side of Mike Weiss

Summary: You have a baby on the way but it's not the only surprise.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You inch the door open and wince. You knocked once but no answer came. You’re surprised to find someone within. You rap again with your knuckles, that time on the door frame. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Barber,” you say, “you mind?” 

He sits up straight. He clears his throat as he forces his shoulders high, resuming his usual rigid posture. He’s of the few attorneys there that acknowledges you. He nods. 

“Uh, sure,” he wiggles the mouse and clicks. “Come on in.” 

You open the door wider and cross the office to his desk. You pick up the wastebasket beside it, holding back a grunt as your waist band presses tightly beneath your belly. You carry the bin to the cart at the door and dump it. It’s just coffee cups and crumpled paper, a wrapper from an egg wrap. The thought of eggs makes you nauseous. 

“Need the break,” he rubs his eyes as you near him again. “Eyes are getting fuzzy.” 

“Oh no,” you humour him. You hold the cloth in your hand, “you mind?” 

“Go ahead,” he rolls his chair back. 

“So sorry, sir, I'm running behind today.” You wipe around his keyboard and mouse. You pause and hover over a wrapper for a protein bar. “All done with this?” 

“Um, yeah,” he answers. 

You smile and scoop up the wrapper with a crinkle. “No problem.” 

Your back spasm and you suck in a sharp breath. You rub between your hips as you retreat. You feel him watching you. 

“You... alright?” 

“It’s so sweet of you to ask,” you preen as you go back to the cart and toss the wrapper. “I’m just fine.” 

You go to the book shelf and clean around the awards, the decorative gavel, and statue of Lady Justice. You feel him watching still. A few people have noticed despite you borrowing Mike’s shirts. Even those are starting to cling. 

“You’re... expecting,” he guesses correctly. 

You drag the cloth over a shelf, “I am.” 

“I’m sorry if that’s...” 

“Nah, it’s okay. I just don’t like anyone fussing over me,” you assure him. “All tidy, isn’t it?” 

You step back and admire your work. The wheels of his chair roll over the mat. 

“Why don’t you sit? Take a load off?” He offers. 

You face him and smile. He’s so nice. He spends all that time working and he’s still worried about you. You’re just the cleaner. You know well how stressful law work can be. You barely see your boyfriend with him running around the public courts. 

“Really, Mr. Barber, I still got the rest of the floor to do.” 

“I remember when Laurie was expecting,” he says. “She was exhausted all the time.” 

“I can manage. I’m not too far. Three months is all.” 

“You really shouldn’t be doing so much,” he keeps his hand on the chair. “Not in your condition.” 

“My doctor says it’s good,” you argue. “I really appreciate you worrying for me, but I’m fine. Really.” 

He looks at you. The same way Mike does. They reflect each other in certain ways. They’re always so serious. They don’t like to be told no and they win most arguments. It’s probably why they do what they do. 

“Well,” he sighs, his hand going to his hip. That posture defines him. It underlines his age. At least ten years older than Mike, who’s got a couple on you himself. “If you need somewhere to sit down, you come back here.” 

“Oh, Mr. Barber,” you smile. “That’s so kind.”  

You back to the door and tuck the dust cloth away. You get behind the cart as he follows. “Should you be pushing that around?” 

“It’s not much,” you roll it back and forth. “Paper and sponges.” 

He nods, his lips thinned in disapproval. That’s why you don’t tell anyone. They treat you different. And Mike doesn’t want his family to know yet. He says his mom will want you to marry first but he hasn’t even asked yet. 

“You should be on accommodated duty. You know, I dealt with a few labour cases?” He insists. 

“Mr. Barber,” you chide softly. “You got enough to worry about.” 

You roll the cart away, down to Mr. Logiudice’s door. It’s already opens. He greets you with a flick of his fingers as he holds his phone to his ear. You clean quietly, certain not to disturb his call. 

As you leave, Mr. Barber is still by his door. He stares at you for a moment before he retreats into his office. You hope you didn’t bother him too much. 

You finish up your rounds and dump the bag in the dumpster. You stay outside for your break, sitting at the picnic table near the corner of the building. You drink water and chew on crackers. The baby is picky. Your breakfast ended up in the sink. 

“Ahem,” the deep noise draws your eyes up as you stare at your phone. Mike’s busy. Not answering. 

“Oh, Mr. Barber.” You blink at the attorney in his grey jacket. 

“Aren’t you cold?” He asks. 

You look down at your long-sleeved shirt. 

“Baby’s got me running hot,” you shrug. 

“Hmm, I just ran out to the coffee place,” he points over his shoulder. “Slow day.” 

“It’s not so bad,” you look up at the grey clouds. 

“They had a special. Muffin and coffee for three bucks,” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a white bag stamped with the cafe logo. “I just needed the caffeine.” 

He has a cup in his other hand as he sets the bag on the table close to you. You look at it, then him. You find his eyes on your phone. You peer down and find your conversation with Mike still open. Still no reply. 

“Thanks, uh,” you pull the bag closer. “I’ll save it for after work.” Odds are, you’ll give it to Mike. The smell of cinnamon is already sickening. 

He gives another flat hum. His blue eyes search you. “Too early? You don’t know if it’s a girl or boy?” 

You shake your head, “not yet. Don’t think I’ll ask.” 

“Oh,” he clucks. “Laurie had to know. Had the nursery done two months early.” 

“A lot to figure out,” you agree and stand, gathering up your phone and snack. “Gotta get back to it so I can buy the baby a crib, huh?” 

He’s quiet. He walks with you back to the building. You feel him glancing at you repeatedly. He opens the door for you and you thank him. 

“Least I can do,” he says. 

[bridgyrose]

Weiss assumes everyone has ridden a horse/pony before... only to find that the only person who doesn't fall off in the first five minutes is Jaune.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun,” Weiss said as she walked her friends over to the corral with a smile on her face. “This is going to be a nice and relaxing day to take our minds off finals.” 

“And how, exactly, is horseback riding relaxing?” Yang asked. 

Weiss stopped at the gate and looked back at her friends. “Why wouldnt it be relaxing?” 

“Because its an animal that can potentially break our necks?” Jaune asked more than he said. “I dont know if this is a good idea.” 

“You have nothing to worry about.” Weiss opened the gate and took the reins of one of the horses. “Its easy enough to ride them and these horses have been trained to let people on them. Plus, there’s ranch hands at the ready in case anything spooks the horses. Everything about this today is going to be safe.” 

Nora walked over to one of the horses. “If Weiss says its easy, how hard could it be?” 

Weiss nodded and watched as Nora got up onto the horse… and then slipped off when she couldnt get her footing in the stirrups. With a heavy sigh, she walked over and helped Nora get steady before taking a few steps to let Nora try to get the horse moving. Then, she watched as the others tried their hands. Blake seemed to get up the easiest, but couldnt seem to stay steady once the horse started moving. Ren and Pyrrha struggled with getting up onto it, Pyrrha worried about hurting it and Ren unable to keep his balance. Even Ruby and Yang, the two she would’ve expected to ride a horse easily, struggled to get onto their horses correctly or even to stay on while the horses were moving. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, this is going to be harder than I thought…” 

“Not our faults that we’ve never ridden a horse before,” Ruby said as she held her horse by the neck to keep stable. “Some of us have only watched it in shows or movies.” 

“It shouldnt be *that* hard to ride a horse.” 

“Its not, but sometimes it takes a bit for people to really learn how to do it,” Jaune said. 

Weiss looked over at him, expecting for him to be falling off, only to be surprised to see that he seemed to be the only one of her friends that was capable of riding a horse. Even as he brought the horse to a quick trot, he seemed to hold on fine and almost professionally as he kept himself up right and gentle with the horse. “Where… where did you learn to ride like that?” 

Jaune brought the horse to a stop next to Pyrrha and got off to help her up. “My parents had a friend who owned horses and would ask us to help take care of them. Riding lessons were put up as payment, so my sisters and I all learned how to ride a horse.” 

“I guess that makes sense.” Weiss watched her team continue to struggle with their own horses and started to make her way towards them. “You want to help your team while I help mine?” 

Jaune nodded. “Sure thing.” 

Weiss paused for a moment as she watched Jaune make his horse trot over to Nora. It was almost too easy to envision him as a knight from the romance novels she read, a blush crossing her cheeks when she thought about it. If he were to bulk up and get a set of armor that fit him-

“W-Weiss!” Ruby called out from hanging under her horse. “A-a little help?” 

Weiss shook her head as she was pulled out of her own thoughts and started to make her way over. “How did you do that?” 

“I tried to get on and I dont think I set the saddle on quite right.” 

“Its not that hard. Just drop to the ground and we’ll set it right.” 

“I dont think I-” Ruby winced as she dropped on the ground. “Nevermind!” 

Weiss pinched the bridge of her and took a deep breath. “This will be a relaxing day… as soon as I teach them how to stay on their horses correctly.”

[novankenn]

Let the floor swallow me… PLEASE!!!

Yang: VB! Weiss-cream!

Weiss and Jaune stopped in the middle of Shade’s hallway, and turned to see Blake and Yang approaching, with Ilia trapped between them. Ilia’s entire body having turned bright red in embarrassment.

Jaune: Yang, Blake. Ilia.

Weiss: You bellowed… Yang?

Yang: Yep. How would the two of you like to take this little cutie out on the town?

Jaune: The catch.

Blake: None. Just a fun night out… for the three of you…

Weiss gave Ilia a look, causing her to turn an even brighter shade of red.

Weiss: And you are…

Blake: Helping out a friend.

(Master List)

[frickingnerd]

put your sweet lips on mine

pairing: weiss schnee x gn!reader

summary: weiss asks you for a kiss... in her own way!

“i need you to do me a favour!”

weiss stood in front of you, something about her appearance clearly… different.

“sure, what's the favour?”

“i need you to kiss me!”

you thought you misheard her.

“i'm sorry, what…?”

“i want to wear this lipstick but i need to make sure it won't smudge!”

a soft chuckle left your lips. without saying another word, you stepped forward and lifted weiss’ chin gently, before pressing your lips onto hers.

when you pulled away again after a couple seconds, your face hovered close to hers and you smiled amused.

“if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked~”

[themarginalthinker]

Little Talks

(prompt from @roseate-lagomorph, for my two Nosferatu ocs Jen and Fen! Conversations in the dark, about many things unspoken of.)

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Jen watches the curl of smoke drift upwards into the darkness of the tunnel.

He was alone, among the 'front lawn' of his haven. The tiled walls and flooring - not done by his own hands. He was a craftsman, but not for the pretty and aesthetically pleasing in the world. The star-burst patterns in mosaic the swirled around each other in van Gohg dizziness had been placed by hands that still saw use for the beauty.

Mm. Jen huffs out the last of his grey, nicotine-laden breath in one go. The menthol is the only real sensation he actually feels from it, tingling at his lips and throat. The actual drug in the tobacco having long since lost any effect on his dead system, when not laced into and metabolized in blood.

Jen flicks the used butt of the cigarette away, landing perfectly in the metal coffee can that was a constant presence outside the door. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the little paper carton for another. They may not actually do anything for him anymore, but a habit is a habit.

"Three in a row. What's sticking the gears tonight?"

Jen's face is tensing, growling before he even looks up to the voice. The old voyeur.

"Fuck off," he hisses, sticking the new cigarette in his mouth, but not lighting up right away.

From the darkness down the way, melting out of the shadows and the twisted nets of internet and electrical wires that lead into their haven (one of the youngers had set all that up - Jen wouldn't touch any of it with a ten foot pole, thanks) came a body. Long, lacking the body fat that many of their clan did with the Rot having stolen it from them, teeth like tusks sticking out at odd angles as he smiled that stupid grin.

Fenster comes to stand before Jen, hands in his pockets looking for all the world like the bastard belonged there.

Jen stares at him head-on as he flicks the clicker of the lighter, the flare of golden light dancing in shadows across their faces. Fen doesn't flinch. He's been with Jen too long for a mere lighter flame to startle his Beast.

The cherry of the cigarette glows as Jen starts it with an inhale, and keeps staring at Fen.

"Four."

"Fuck off, where were you," asks Jen, redirecting the point away from his chain smoking.

Fen leans against the wall, the colorful mosaic. His sleepy-eyed smirk is as infuriating as it is impossible with his teeth, but he somehow always manages. Jen pretends he doesn't see it.

"Out."

"Out where."

"What are you, my mother? It's past ten o'clock, but none of us know where our kids are."

Jen moves to stand, (to do what, he's not really sure, but like hell is he going to stand here listening to the fool fool at him) but Fen's too quick. Like a shadows slipping through water, Jen suddenly finds himself pushed back against the wall, a body thinner than his but taller, enough to keep him still, standing over him.

Those long, protruding teeth are near his ear, a hushed whisper.

"Calm down. It wasn't anything big, just...some assholes who needed a reminder that even if they can't see us, that block belongs to us."

Jen breathes. A clear breath, free of smoke. Fen is so close, he can smell him instead. The faint traces of paint chips, the constant, lingering scent of the Mesh, and something...unique. All himself.

Fen can feel Jen's shoulders relax under his hands.

"Am I gonna get word about it later?" Jen asks.

Fen shrugs. "Maybe. Not really a clan thing, just something I thought I'd take care of."

Jen rolls his eyes. "I'm sure he'll have a field day when he finds out."

Fen clicks his tongue in something one who didn't know him would almost call sympathy. "Been on your ass?"

"Alfred wants three new levels. All individual chambers."

Fen pulls back, and together, the pair makes to sit on the little bench just outside the door, where Jen had been earlier.

"Is he...you know. Finally giving into the idea of..?"

Jen remembers his vice, and takes another, much longer drag of smoke. He lets it linger inside for a while, curling blackly around his dead lungs. No feeling. Using the action as a distraction.

Fen waits.

"I don't know," Jen eventually says. "I don't ask. I just do."

He's the only one who really can. Rotschreck at the sight of a welding torch and beam cutter would send any work team into a frenzied pack. But not him. And because of that, the old codger kept him close. Always expanding. Always building something. Jen's always been a good worker.

Fen must notice his silence, because clawed hands come to rest on the one not holding the cigarette.

"Maybe it's not what we think."

Maybe. Maybe those little metal boxes aren't being made with the intent Jen knows they are.

He doesn't know. He won't ask. They'll see in the end, he supposes.

"Could I have one?" Fen asks.

Jen hums in assent, and starts to reach for the carton in his pocket, but before he can, the lit cigarette is plucked from his mouth, and being drawn on by Fen. Jen blinks, and watches.

Jen raises an eyebrow at this display.

Fen grins.

"Want a better distraction?"

The night is long. Work is never far from the door.

"Might as well," Jen says, with his own small smile.

[musings-from-mars]

For the drabbles: Prismatic ponytails!! (Optional: at pride)

It was loud, and crowded, and hectic…Ilia was not used to this sort of thing. At least, she wasn't used to being in the middle of it. But now she was out here, draped in pink and orange and rainbows, rather than blending in like she often preferred to. And yet, she was fitting in all the same among the colors.

"See?" Weiss said, leading Ilia around by the hand, the trans flag she wore as a cape flowing in the wind. "I told you that you'd love it!"

And she was right. Despite it all, Ilia never stopped smiling.

100-word Drabbles

[chiefladylightyay]

Ruby and Penny pay a gloomy Weiss a visit.

Inspired by A.A. Milne.

It occurred to Ruby and Penny that they hadn't heard from Weiss for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Island of Patch to Weiss's house. Inside the house (which was honestly more of a manor) they found Weiss, seated on what Penny once had called The Comfy Couch. "Hello Weiss," said Ruby. "Hello Ruby. Hello Penny." said Weiss, in a glum sounding voice. "We just thought we'd check on you," said Penny, "because we hadn't heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay."

Weiss was silent for a moment. "Am I okay?" She asked, eventually. "Well, I don't know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That's what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Ruby and Penny, is that right now I feel really rather sad, and alone, and not much fun to be around at all. Which is why I haven't bothered you. Because you wouldn't want to waste your time with someone who is sad, and alone, and not much fun to be around at all, would you now."

Ruby looked at Penny, and Penny looked at Ruby, and they both sat down, one on either side of Weiss on her luxurious couch. Weiss looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?" "We're sitting here with you," said Penny, "because we are your friends. And true friends don't care if someone is feeling sad, or alone, or not much fun to be around at all. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are." "Oh," said Weiss. "Oh." And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Ruby and Penny said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Weiss started to feel a very tiny little bit better. Because Ruby and Penny were there. No more; no less.

[howdoyoudothedew]

Terraform

a/n: Implied past child abuse. also this was supposed to be shippy but turned into a character study with no ships instead

It’s hard to terraform yourself. To take something that was broken until it turned nearly uninhabitable and make it suitable for life again. Without help, it would surely be impossible.

Russel is his first reaching hand. He’s stubborn and optimistic in equal measures. The relationship he has with his parents is something Cardin envies, and somehow neither Russel nor his parents make him feel like an outsider. They give him a family when he needs it most. Russel becomes the one person in his life he feels he can tell anything to without being judged. And though he never truly tells Russel anything, that doesn’t detract from how important that is. The fact Russel never pushes for anything makes it moreso.

Velvet and Weiss are both important in different ways and he doesn’t want to put anyone on a pedestal above the others, but he knows even Russel’s persistence wouldn’t have been enough without them.

Velvet is the second reaching hand in his life. She is the sister he never knew he needed and also the soulmate he never knew he had. When he apologized, he expected that to be it, but they connect in a way he’s never quite connected before and before he knows it she is as constant a factor in his life as Russel is. Several of the traits he hates the most about himself are in her. His anger, his violence, but she doesn’t harm others in her self-destruction. She slowly teaches him how to do the same. Velvet becomes the second person in his life he feels he can tell anything to, and who doesn’t ask when she sees his scars and he says nothing.

Weiss is less of a reaching hand and more of a shoulder. It’s a complete accident, their friendship. A once-in-a-million moment of many other little moments coming together that lead to them talking. They change each other. They hold each other up when they need to be held up, and they listen, and they force each other to be a little bolder through the changes their separate friend groups inflict on them. They tell each other things they’d never tell another soul, too. Unlike the others, Weiss knows what he’s been through. Cardin never thought it could actually help to speak the traumas out loud, but it does. He knows it’s because it’s Weiss. Because she understands in a way the others can not.

[bridgyrose]

Fuck it, here's a little something for it.

Pyrrha watched Jaune as he trained, not quite sure how much of his story she really believed. For someone who claimed to have no training at all, his stance and movements seemed much like a person trying too hard to be inexperienced. Precise strikes that were too practiced to go unnoticed, footing in the right spots to keep his balance and to help keep his shield in place for every strike. 

And then there was the way he held himself. The smile he wore was genuine, but his eyes showed the pain that he tried to hide every time he looked at his teammates. He talked as if he’d lived a lifetime, experienced more life than what he was willing to say. And sometimes, when no one else was around, she swore she heard him talk to himself. 

“I think that’s enough training for today,” Pyrrha finally said as she walked over to him. 

Jaune paused. “But we just started.” 

“And you’re already doing well.” 

“But you need to teach me-” 

Pyrrha struck at him with her spear, a smirk crossed her lips as she watched him block her with ease. “If you can block me that easily, I dont think you need any training.” 

Jaune pulled his shield back. “Lucky block?” 

“Why are you lying to me?” Pyrrha sheathed her spear and turned away from Jaune, leaning against the railing of the balcony they had been training on. “You said you’ve had no training, but when I watch you, you look like someone who’s fought to survive. Why lie to me?” 

“I wasnt… technically lying…” 

“Then what’s going on?” 

“I… I cant tell you.” 

Pyrrha let out a sigh and turned to look at Jaune once more, her heart pound in her chest as she looked into his eyes. “Jaune…” 

Jaune sighed and pulled Pyrrha into a hug. “I had to ask you. It was important I did.” 

“Why? Why hide that you know how to fight? You could’ve kept Cardin from bullying you-” 

“But then the timeline would be messed up!” 

“I’m not sure I follow.” 

“I-I cant… explain it.” Jaune sighed and let go of Pyrrha. “Not yet.” 

“When?” Pyrrha asked. “When can you?” 

“I dont know. Maybe after the Vytal Festival. But for now I need you to trust me and continue with these training sessions with me. Please.” 

Pyrrha looked into his eyes once more. If there was a lie anywhere, his eyes hid it well. It didnt matter if he lied to her about his training or what he’d gone through before coming to Beacon, he was still her partner. “Alright, but you have to promise me that you’ll tell us everything then.” 

“Us?” Jaune asked. 

“You dont owe just me an explanation, you owe it to Ren and Nora too. They’ve been just as worried about you as I have. And please, no more lies, okay?” 

Jaune smiled. “No more lies.” 

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Blake pulled Weiss into an empty room and locked the door. “Alright, what’s going on?” 

“I dont know what you mean-” 

“You know *exactly* what I mean.” 

Weiss looked away from Blake. “There’s nothing going on.” 

“I know when someone’s hiding something, Weiss.” Blake sighed and sat down. “You knew I was a faunus before I came out to Ruby and Yang, you’ve been disappearing to keep an eye on Cinder and her teammates, and then you’ve been trying to talk us out of participating in the Vytal Tournament. Something’s going on and I want to know what it is.” 

“I… I cant tell you.” 

“Then can you at least explain how you knew Roman would be at the docks with the White Fang?” 

“I cant.”

“Then what can you explain?” Blake asked. “I can overlook the small stuff, like how you knew how Ruby liked her coffee before meeting her or helping me ask Yang on a date. But everything else? Either your semblance is really clairvoyance or you’ve made a few really lucky guesses.” 

“I… I want to tell you, I want to tell all of you, but I… I cant…” Weiss finally sat down next to Blake and pulled her arm to her chest. “There are things I know that could change how everything plays out if I tell you. And I dont know what will happen if those things change.” 

“We could find out.” 

“And what if it ruins everything? I made a promise to do everything the same way as best to my knowledge and only make small changes. Leading us to Roman, not freaking out about you being a faunus and letting you come out on your own… changes like that are fine. And then there’s others that I’m… I’m not sure what will happen if I make any larger ripples than this. I dont want to lose any of you as my teammates or friends, or see something drastic change and not be able to stop it.” 

Blake put a hand on Weiss’s shoulder. “You wont lose any of us.” 

“But I almost did!” Weiss took a breath to calm herself. “I almost lost you all before and I dont… I want to make sure I dont have to go through any of that again.” 

“Then why not tell us what you know? We can help you and you dont have to do all of this alone.”

“Not… not yet. I need… I need to make sure that I know I’m on the right path.” 

“Then when will you tell us?” 

“After the Vytal Festival,” Weiss answered. “But I need to make sure a few things happen first before I say anything. The less you know, the less of a chance for anything to go wrong.” 

“Fine.” Blake got up and started to head to the door. “If Yang and Ruby start to ask, what are you going to tell them?” 

“I… I’ll tell them the same thing.” 

“Then I’ll hold you to your promise. But please let us know if there’s anything you need from us. You already made me promise to not keep any more secrets, we need you to do the same.” 

Weiss nodded and stayed in her seat as Blake left the room. Once she was alone, she pulled out her scroll to look for Jaune’s name before sending him a text. 

“We need to tell them” 

Your knights in time au gives me some ideas.

I might have to write something out but I could see Blake and Pyrrha would be the first to ask what's going on.

Blake knows when someone's hiding something and watching the way Weiss act around everyone already feels off. She talks as if she's holding back information she already knows about her teammates and friends, when they meet Cinder, she can see the rage that Weiss holds back as if they have an unspoken history. What finally pushes her to talk to Weiss about what's going on is how she acts at the Vytal Festival. She doesn't talk to Winter, she watches Cinder and her team closely, and she seems to watch the sky for grimm.

Pyrrha, on the other hand, ends up asking Jaune almost immediately. He claims to have no training but fights like a seasoned warrior and seems to act much older than he looks.

If you end up writing something out, I’d love to see it! Blake and Pyrrha WERE the ones I thought would figure it out first :]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Little Surprises 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, cheating/established relationships, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Andy Barber, side of Mike Weiss

Summary: You have a baby on the way but it’s not the only surprise.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You cup your ear as your voice echoes in the stairwell, "no, Mike, today, not tomorrow."

The sigh rolls through you. The one that says I have more important things going on. What's more important that his child? Both of your child? You frown.

"You said the 14th," he snips.

"No, 13th," you insist. "I wrote it on the calendar."

"Babe, you know I got a lot going on. This deposition could be it," he says.

You shrink down. It's always how it goes. He always has something more important. He's always restless. Always busy. Even too busy to put the condom on right.

"I'll find a way there," you mutter. "Good luck with the deposition."

"Babe--"

You hang up. Your eyes sting. You turn and nearly throw your phone at the unexpected figure. It's the last person you expect.

"Mr. Barber," you put your hand on your stomach instinctively. His eyes follow the movement. "I didn't hear you."

"Sorry, I-- the elevator's under maintenance for the hour. I was just..." he points past you.

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry," you move aside, even though the stairs are wide. "I was just... getting back to work."

"Right," he accepts with a sliver of doubt. "So, he must be excited."

"Who?" You ask as he comes parallel to you.

"The father," he suggests.

Your sole slips and you scuff up onto the next level. He catches your elbow. You giggle as your heart flutters.

"Woop," you gasp.

"You alright?" He asks, keeping his hand on you.

"Oh, Mr. Barber, I'm fine, really. I'm clumsy, is all."

"Yeah, but if you fell..." he drags his hand down your sleeve and lets you go.

"Yeah, well..." you shrug and look away. Would Mike even care? You hate to think of what could go wrong but you're already doing it all alone.

"Well, what?" He wonders.

"Nothing, nothing, I just... lots to think about," you make yourself chipper.

"It's not easy. I remember. Laurie was in the hospital back and forth. Every little thing she was sure was this, that, or the other. She was fine, just nervous," he says.

"Right, I... just got an ultrasound," you explain.

"That's fun. He picking you up then? What time?"

"Noon. I'll be done. Think I have some bus tickets left--"

"Bus tickets?" Barber clucks. "You can't-- you're telling me your husband's gonna make you go all by yourself."

"Well, he might meet me there," you lie. You're embarrassed. You said too much.

He opens the door for you and you go through. He sighs as it falls shut behind him, "I'll drive you."

"Mr. Barber?" You look at him, "you can't--"

"I don't have much on the docket, I can do it."

"No, I couldn't-- no way."

"I couldn't imagine if it was my wife or my child. You shouldn't have to go all that way by yourself." He insists. "It's no bother."

"But... it is to me, sir."

"You gotta take care of yourself, your baby, but more importantly, he should be doing the same," he shakes his head.

"That's so... nice, but..."

"I've made up my mind." He says. "Come get me when you're ready, alright?"

"Mr. Barber--"

"Andy," he corrects you. "And sweetie, you make sure you take some breaks. Sit down when you can."

You smile at him. He's so nice. Still, you hate that this pregnancy makes you feel so useless. Mike wouldn't disagree. You're too tired to wake up when he is home. You hear him in the bathroom getting what he needs.

"I will, thank you." You sway slightly, "you know, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just the cleaner."

"Just the cleaner? Don't sell yourself short," he touches your shoulder then backs up. "Just give me a knock, okay?"

He turns and marches off. You watch him. You feel small. He has everything figured out. Not like you. Or Mike.

🍼

It's nerve-wracking just approaching Mr. Barber's door. Usually, it wouldn't affect you. You'd be doing your job. He offered but you still feel as if you're asking a favour.

He opens it, already in his jacket, ready. You hope he wasn't waiting, or even, distracted, by you. You smile sheepishly as your coat swishes with your nervous fidgeting.

"All good?" He asks. You nod.

"Thanks again, Mr. Barber," you say.

"It's Andy and really, it's no problem."

He waves you ahead of him. The elevator is back in service, to the relief of your hips and feet. The ride down makes you dizzy. You come out into the lobby and wring the strap of your bag.

"Nervous?" He asks as he holds the door for you.

"A little. It'll be okay but... I wasn't planning on a baby, you know?"

He follows you out into the damp grey. He points you to the parking lot and directs you around to his white SUV. It's a nice car. Mike just has his beat up Pontiac.

Again, Andy opens the door. He holds your elbow as you haul yourself up. You thank him and reach for the seat belt. He closes the door and goes around the other side.

He turns the engine and glances at you, "what about the dad? Is he ready?"

You stare through the windshield. You don't know but you don't want to admit it out loud.

"He's a lawyer too," you deflect. He's working a really important case right now."

"Ah," he pulls out of the spot, "tough when you're starting out. And a baby won't make it easier. Trust me, I know."

"Yeah, but we'll make it work," your words peak with your anxiety. "It's early."

"Goes fast," he says. "Before you know it, you'll be ready to pop."

You laugh thinly. You're in dread of that. You put your hands on your stomach.

"I could tell because your face. You're glowing," he explains. "Laurie had the one. C-section. Didn't wanna do it again."

"Yeah I'm... just focusing on this one."

"I wanted a girl," he says. "Got Jacob. Good kid. What about you? Girl? Boy?"

"I'll take either. I just hope they have Mike's eyes," you chime.

He smiles, "he's lucky. The baby too. You're going to be a good mother."

"I really hope," you say and pick at the zipper of your bag. "It'll be nice to have someone new to love."

[bridgyrose]

Bees schnees where they are all pinning but Weiss doesn’t want to get in the way of the bees

Weiss found her eyes lingering on Blake and Yang, a blush crossing her cheeks and heart racing as she watched them from across the cafe. It was just supposed to be a school girl’s crush, but even after graduating as a huntress she still couldnt seem to take her eyes off them. Words that she had wanted to say wouldnt come out right, leaving her to watch from afar as Blake and Yang enjoyed themselves. 

“Just ask them already,” Ruby pleaded as she looked up from her scroll. “I cant watch you be like this again.” 

“Be like what?” Weiss asked. 

“Lovesick.” 

“I’m not lovesick!” 

“You havent touched your coffee since we’ve gotten here. If you’re going to stare at them, you might as well talk to them.” 

“They’re dating-” 

“And they like you too!” 

Weiss sighed and took a sip of her now cold coffee, spitting it out. She pushed her coffee away and started with her scone.  “Its not that easy.” 

“What’s not easy about it?” Ruby pulled Weiss’s scone away and glared at her. “All you have to do is go up to them and ask them if you can be a part of their relationship.” 

“They’ll say no.” 

“They left you love letters, invited you on dates… they told you they were looking for a third!” 

“They were just being nice!” 

“You’re hopeless.” 

Weiss quickly grabbed her scone back with a frown. “And you’re not? What about Nora?” 

“That’s my problem I’m working through.” Ruby pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “You’re my best friend and I want to make sure you dont miss out on anything that’ll make you happy. Can you really say you’re happy sitting and watching them instead of trying to be with them?” 

“I-I…” Weiss looked down at her feet as she tried to get the words out. That was the question, wasnt it? Was she happy? She looked at her scroll and sighed as she looked at the pictures she’d taken over the last few months. She couldnt remember the last time she smiled in any of them, even in her graduation picture with her team she didnt have the same smiles as the rest of them. In fact, most of her time as of late had been spent going on missions with Ruby or a few of their friends and avoiding Blake and Yang as they got closer. 

Ruby gently moved Weiss’s scroll out of the way. “I want you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too.” 

“What if I’m in the way?” Weiss asked. “They have each other already. Having me around will just be a hindrance.” 

“Yang spent months taking those etiquette classes because she wanted to impress you whenever we had to go to Atlas. Blake hounded me questions about everything you liked so she could find something in common when you both did your coffee and tea dates. You arent a hindrance to them, they love you so much that they were willing to go out of their way to do something you liked just to spend time with you.” 

“That ship has sailed-” 

“I have a pumpkin spice latte and a blueberry scone for you,” a waitress said as she sat a couple plates in front of Weiss. “Courtesy of the women over there.” 

Weiss looked at the table the waitress pointed and blushed a bit when she realized Blake and Yang had sent them. She quietly thanked the waitress and took a sip from her coffee. “Okay, maybe there’s something.” 

“Then go to them.” 

“I’m here with you-” 

“And I’ll be available again later. Do this for you.” 

Weiss nodded and picked up her coffee and scone and made her way over to Blake and Yang. Her heart pounded in her chest as she started to slow with each step, finally stopping at their table. “May… may I sit here?” 

Yang nodded and moved a chair over for Weiss. “There’s always room for you.” 

“And I hope we got the right scone and coffee for you,” Blake said. “We werent quite sure what you liked.” 

“The coffee’s a bit sweet, but I do appreciate the thought.” Weiss sat down and looked away from Blake and Yang, not sure what to say. Thank you came to mind, but it didnt seem like it was enough. A few other words came to mind as well, but she still couldnt seem to say them as they lingered on her tongue. The blush on her cheeks deepend as she struggled to say the words she wished she could say. 

“Are you free tomorrow?” Blake asked. “Yang and I were thinking about going ice skating and we’d like you to come along. You know, as-” 

“-a date with us,” Yang finished, her own voice cracking as she spoke. She cleared her throat and tried to hide her own blush. “We’ve been thinking a lot about you and we’ve been wanting to ask for a while but it just never… you know…” 

“Came up.” 

Weiss felt her heart stop as she looked up at Yang and Blake, unable to hide or lie away the smile on her face. Her eyes practically lit up as her voice squeaked. “I’d love to!” 

[novankenn]

a Covenant

Weiss Schnee, Ilia Amitola, Jaune Arc...

All have suffered the pain of heart break. Can these wounded hearts heal one another? Do they even want to?

An epiphany… and discovery

A Question

An admission? Kinda of… not really…

Really???

Denials

All that for nothing?

Guide me Senpai!

An Explanation… or the start of one…

… and it continues

Questions… and an insult?

Tension in the… broom closet?

Nope… Not doing this alone

Being Talked Around

I’m STILL Here! (Request by @azure-decaff)

Let the floor swallow me… PLEASE!!!

[frickingnerd]

Weiss Schnee Masterlist

oneshots

[none yet]

drabbles

put your sweet lips on mine

headcanons

cuddling with weiss

weiss dating a faunus

polyamorous

dating team rwby

dating weiss & nora

dating ruby & weiss

dating weiss & yang

dating ruby, blake, weiss, penny & nora

love triangles

[none yet]

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Andy Barber + Yandere + “Think an old man like me can keep up?” + conditioning/grooming.

[musings-from-mars]

Jaune teasing Weiss about that one comment she made when she found out he was the rusted knight.

"Sorry about…all that," Jaune said as they sat together on a balcony overlooking the city.

"What, the Ever After?" Weiss asked. "Why are you apologizing for that?"

"No, I meant how I got changed back to normal," he said with a smile, rubbing his hand on his face. "I know you're probably disappointed that I don't look as mature anymore."

Weiss blushed up at him, then looked away and scoffed. "That… I wasn't…"

He laughed softly. "It's okay. I just hope you don't mind me being Vomit Boy again."

Weiss suppressed a smile and nodded. "I don't mind at all…"

100-word Drabbles

[spinedog]

Please talk about birds and why their existence is horrifying!

For dabble prompt, Yang and Weiss making macaroni, as inspired by the recent Instagram where Barbara and Kara made macaroni.

You can request a ramble and drabble here, and see prompts I've finished and am currently working on!

Ramble - I have a lot of Emotions about birds and their relationship to mammals.

Drabble - The college AU returns: guess who has no fucking idea how to make macaroni, and who else finally got fed up with it.

Birds. Birds my beloved, birds my beloathed.

Here's the thing. Every time I research birds, for any reason, I learn something new and horrifying. I could fill a post the length of Do You Like The Color Of The Sky with the shit I know and fear about birds. Rather than go into a specific reason, let me explain the underlying reason why I find them both fascinating and disturbing.

Birds are endotherms (warmblooded), like us. They have a four-chambered heart, like us. They have complex social behaviours across multiple unrelated genera, like mammals. Many unrelated bird species use tools and can solve human puzzles. While not shared with us, birds also have paired larynx structures that let them make insanely complex noises. Between the intelligence and this ability, many species are capable of mimicking human speech - and at least one species has both scientific and anecdotal evidence of being able to use human speech to communicate. (The only mammal proven to be able to mimic verbal speech is a goddamn Grey Seal btw)

All of this is lovely until you take a step back and realize our ancestors diverged 300 million years ago. Our shared ancestral traits are a handful of internal changes, the loss of gills, keratinized skin, and fucking chest breathing. That is how goddamn little we have in common with birds ancestrally. To be clear, the first true mammal came along closer to 225 mya - but we are the only living group left from the synapsids, then therapsids, that grew Better Teeth and split off. In comparison, birds and crocodiles are the only living members from archosauria, and the arrival of birds themselves is still under a lot of debate but was probably around 150 mya.

This is the part that I find so fascinating. Go all the way back to that paragraph with all the things we share with birds. Both mammals and birds evolved all of those traits separately. And yet, despite being so far away that we may as well be alien, we've ended up on a parallel course to each other. Almost every part of our body, right down to the brain, works in a completely different way and yet the outcome is spookily similar. We can reason. We can problem-solve.

We've gotten to the point that a well-educated human and a well-educated grey parrot have stood eye to eye with each other and had a true, verbal, two-way conversation.

Seriously. Think about that. That's something we had to use sign language to do with our closest living relatives, and talking buttons to do with our longest-running domesticated companion species - and both happened in the last few decades. The first account of a 'talking parrot' was in 5th century BC.

I think that's a significant connection, on the grand cosmic scale of time and evolution. Sister groups not in blood but in destination, driven by curiosity and a miraculous set of coincidences, reach out and speak to each other in a language both are able to understand.

And I didn't even touch the fact that birds and mammals are the only two living vertebrates that developed fucking flight.

---

"I wouldn't use this in a hot pan, it's plastic."

"Oh." A pause. "Right."

Yang's voice coming from the kitchen wasn't new, but Weiss' certainly was. Blake poked out from her room, curious enough about the potential of dying in a house fire to emerge from midterm studying.

Immediately she saw Ruby, pressed up against the wall to stare down the stairs. The younger woman turned, catching sight of Blake and pressing a finger to her lips before motioning her forwards, kneeling to clear room for her. Blake slowly crept up, leaning over Ruby as they both peered around the corner.

Down the stairs, the small, messy kitchen was visible. Weiss Schnee hovered over the stove, hair pulled up in a ponytail and eyes wide with uncharacteristic worry. "Okay, I think it's all combined."

"Good, now you can pour the milk in." Yang appeared from behind the wall in their view, where she must have been standing by the fridge. "Don't do it all at once, pour in about... here. That much. Whisk it together until there's no clumps and then add the rest."

Blake turned her gaze downwards, bewildered.

"Weiss admitted she doesn't know how to cook mac and cheese." Ruby whispered. "Yang couldn't let that one go."

She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. It was probably bound to happen. Weiss hadn't had to cook for herself a day in her life, and Yang had probably been cooking for herself and Ruby since she could reach the stove. Sooner or later, there would have to be a collision. Of course, she had to feel a bit bad that no one had ever taken the time to teach Weiss any of it. But any guilt she felt was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer surrealism of the scene unfolding in the kitchen. Weiss had merely brushed off all points at her complete lack of housekeeping and cooking. And now here she was, taking lessons from the person who gave her the most shit for it.

"This all seems complicated?" The trademark Weiss sass wasn't gone entirely, even with her being miles out of her element. "Isn't mac and cheese supposed to be a really simple thing that kids can make?"

"That's Kraft dinner. This isn't much harder to make and tastes way better, so we're starting with it. Relax, ice queen, it's hard to screw it up completely."

Weiss heaved a frustrated sigh, whether it was at the nickname or the recipe wasn't clear. "Is the pasta in yet?"

"Nope, water still isn't boiling." Yang had leaned against the cupboards, clearly amused.

"They always say, to uh." Weiss looked up, blinking. "A watched- when you look- when you watch the bowl of- it never boils." She looked over, as if hoping Yang might have understood the verbal equivalent of an orchestra falling down the stairs.

Yang nodded sagely. "Exactly."

Blake pulled herself away from the corner, barely choking back laughter. Ruby's breathing devolved into chaotic inhales.

"Seriously, what is the saying?! Something about pots? And watching it?"

"No, no you nailed it. A watched when you look when you watch-"

"Yang Xiao Long I will beat you with this spatula I swear to God."

She could hear the grin in Yang's voice. "You and what ladder?"

That was the final straw for both Blake and Ruby. Ruby broke first, the laugh escaping like a water from a high pressure hose. Within moments both of them were in hysterics, Ruby on the floor and Blake leaning against the wall, fighting for air.

"Well." Blake managed to look over, and found Weiss glaring at them both from the bottom of the stairs, hands on her hips. "If you two are going to have input, you may as well get downstairs and help cook."

It was a fair enough point, and the two women managed to pull themselves down the stairs and into the kitchen, still wiping tears away. Yang watched them sit down at the table, clearly fighting back a laugh of her own.

Weiss re-entered the kitchen, frowning down at the water in the pot. A split second of quiet.

Blake wasn't much of a comedian - but she knew when the timing was right. "A watched pot never boils, Weiss."

Yang broke like china, falling against the fridge with a howl of laughter. A spatula bounced off the center of Blake's forehead, and it was worth every second.