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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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some of our firsts pt.2 - vikki hiller x reader

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pt.1 3 4

summary: first date. again, this doesn't align with the time period (aside from her house/clothes) or the plot of 'down with love'. you’ve been working at the publishing house for a few months now.

includes: vikki x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in reader’s POV, a short flashback is marked off and italicized.

warnings: vikki has no filter, cat and dog slander smh.

inspired by Dangerous ASMR’s audio on youtube

4,242 words

Y/N POV//

I am a nervous wreck.

Here I am 12:14pm, anxiously tapping on the table in the coffee shop Vikki invited me to. After almost two months she finally asked me out, I certainly wasn't gonna make the first move- well she's made several moves but this is still a big step, hopefully.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when the door chimes. Welcoming in the most heavenly perfume is wafted towards me by the ceiling fans. Vikki takes off her scarf as she looks around fixing her hair, then she spots me, "Oh hey! You're already here? I thought I was early."

"You are." I smile sheepishly standing beside the table, unsure how to greet her.

"I am?" she checks her watch, "So I am."

Okay but her hands... stop it.

"Well come here!" she pulls me into a big hug, my cheek resting on her shoulder as she rubs up and down my back, giving a squeeze, "Mhm. I'm a hugger, too much?"

"Nope," my hands slip underneath her coat to hug her properly, “I don't mind."

"Good." she steps back to hold me at arms length, "Are you cold, little bean? It is getting nippy out there.” gracefully she takes off her coat and rests it over an empty chair, "You could've ordered yourself something to warm up you know. You didn't have to wait for me" she smiles before picking up her menu.

"I haven't been waiting long."

"When did you get here anyway?"

I pretend to look over my own menu, "Um...not sure...maybe 11:45ish? A little loser to noon?"

"Points for punctuality and all, I appreciate it, I do. But don't you think showing up 30 minutes early is just a little excessive?" her left hand moves from the menu to lay over my right hand and she laughs a little, "Are you sure you're not cold?"

"Im fine." I smile back.

"You can have my coat if you want, I don't mind."

"Thank you but I'll be fine."

"If you say so. In any case, you look nice! And more than a little nervous," she chuckles, "You okay?"

I nod my head and smile, a bit overwhelmed to have all of her attention.

"I know it's not the fanciest place, but I've been coming here for a while now and I like it. They're always adding new pastries. Plus it's cozy, on the way to work, always empty around this time, the coffees alright, and it's cheaper than fucking Starbucks." Vikki stares at me a moment before reaching for her scarf, unfolding it and laying it over my shoulders, "It’s a casual, low pressure environment. Thought it might be more our speed." her eyes meet mine when she's finally satisfied with her work.

"How'd you figure?" I ask

She hums thoughtfully, playing with my necklace before sitting back in her chair, "I had a hunch. So whatcha havin’? How do you like your coffee? It's on me by the way, I asked you out after all." she smiles.

I actually read the menu now, "I feel like having something sweet..."

"I know the feeling- the pastries I mean,” she smiles, “excellent bakery in this place!"

"I might have some pound cake, maybe a croissant. How do you take your coffee?"

"Sometimes I get iced with some hazelnut but otherwise black. Like the infinite abyss where my heart used to be." we hold eye contact before laughing.

"You have a heart." I roll my eyes.

"Awe, you don't think I'm heartless? That's so sweet. My mother would disagree but thank you so much! You're wrong, but thank you."

"Doesn't black coffee taste awful?"

"Well yeah, that's the point. Nothing gets to you anymore when you start your day off with a good kick to the tits." she laughs at my facial expression, "You know, I'm getting the distinct feeling that you're not a big connoisseur of the coffee bean."

I tilt my head side to side, weighing my answer, "It's alright, I do prefer tea though."

"That's okay...though I wish you mentioned it when I asked you out for a cup. Tea then?" she glances at the menu in my hand.

"Umm, I'm not really feeling a hot drink."

"So what are you feeling besides sweet?" Vikki winks.

"Chocolate milk?"

Her head is thrown back in laughter, "Boy have I made a mistake. Here I thought I was out with an adult!" she takes my hand in both of hers, "Please don't jail me mr.policeman, sir, I swear I didn't know!" she laughs.

The waitress approaches the table, leaving me no time to respond to her teasing, "Good morning, what can I get you ladies?"

"Hi, we'd like a coffee roll, two slices of pound cake, and a chocolate croissant..."

I let her continue our order, taking a moment to appreciate the warmth and pleasing scent emitted by her scarf.

"I'm just having coffee- black. And my sweet friend here will have your tallest glass of chocolate milk."

"Alrighty, is that all?"

Vikki pauses to check with me and I nod in response, "That'll do, and one check please."

"Coming right up" Anna, as I learned from her name tag, smiles.

Vikki places her elbow on the table, chin in hand, acrylics rhythmically tapping on the table, "What's that look about?"

"Are we friends?" I ask.

She tilts her head to think, "Was there something else you'd prefer I called you? Other than things I shouldn't say in public?"

I smile at her suggestive comment, "Well you asked me out..."

"Yeah I- oh...like a date? I- you- you do realize how inappropriate that would be right? That's a dangerous game you're playing...there's rules about this you- we could get fired—" she breaks into a fit of laughter.

I stare at her wide eyed, currently rethinking my life choices.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you believed that! I'm messing with you, bean! Of course this is a date!"

"Jesus, Vikki!" I let out a relieved laugh, forehead falling to the table.

"I'm sorry I scared you, you are just absolutely precious when you get all flustered and fidgety—"

"You are a bully, Victoria." I glare playfully.

She scoffs, looking around in disbelief, "I am not a bully. I am sorry but it's not bullying if you're into it, and I see that smile."

"Whatever." I avoid eye contact, knowing she's right.

She clears her throat realizing she was staring and scoots her chair closer to the table, "So... what now?"

"Um...are you a cat person or a dog person?"

She squints at me, "Am I a cat person or a dog person? Really? Really. That's your ice breaker?"

"What's wrong with that?" I ask.

"I thought we'd be past this stage already with how heated things got the other day..." she smiles when I blush for the millionth time.

(( flashback to a week ago ))

"Knock knock" a familiar voice rings out.

I look up at Vikki with a smile, "We have to stop meeting like this!"

"I told you: I'm a creature of habit."

"Yeah yeah." I shake my head, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

"Enjoying your new desk?"

I look around at the transformed archive room, "I am, thank you. Nice to be able to see the whole table...and sunlight...and the floor." I laugh.

"I bet." she closes the door, placing a bag on the table.

"What's this?" I ask.

"I figured we could have lunch in here" she shrugs, glancing over my shoulder at my paperwork before sitting on the table.

"I thought you were a creature of habit?"

"I am but I also go for what’s convenient. Saves a walk, it's quieter in here, no gaggle of hags, I can do this-" she leans down to place a kiss on my cheek.

My eyes meet hers before lowering to her red lips.

"What do you think about that?" she asks.

Words. Thoughts. Anything. "Well if it saves us a walk..."

"Mhm?" she moves my papers and slides over to be seated on the part of the table directly in front of me.

"I'm all for convenience." I whisper.

She gives a mischievous smile before pulling my chair closer and bringing our lips together.

And then we made out for half of lunch before actually eating.

FOOD! We ate food.

(( end of flashback ))

Vikki sighs, "Fine. I'll bite. I uh...I don't really like dogs that much."

My mouth parts in shock.

Her hand lays over mine again, "I'm a monster, I know, but hear me out: cute little things for sure, but don't you think the way they're wired is a bit unsettling?"

"The whole man's best friend thing?" I ask.

"Mandatory happiness? Unconditional loyalty? I mean we breed them that way, to be codependent. Hypothetically I could kick one in the head and it wouldn't love me any less because of it!"

"You are a monster." I pretend to pull my hand away.

She holds it tighter, "I said hypothetically! Obviously don't kick a dog in the head, I'm just saying it's unsettling."

"But cats hate humans, they simply tolerate us because we feed them."

"Cats don't hate humans- well okay, not all cats. Some are absolute darlings!"

"Sure."

Vikki rolls her eyes, "Wouldn't you rather have a companion that will let you know exactly how they feel about you? One with a bit of agency? Like, you don't wanna get pet? Fine! I didn't wanna pet you anyway! Go piss in your box, asshole." she shrugs "And then we go our separate ways and move on with our lives. Sounds like a much healthier relationship, right?"

“There’s a life lesson there,” I nod, "don't let people kick you in the head just go piss in your box."

She laughs as my sarcasm, "That can't be your only take away!"

"Well I think some days one can really use that unconditional love." I point out.

She pauses, playing with my rings, "Hm...I guess I get that. Isn't that a mood? Hey you know what's better than dogs?"

"What?" I smile at her excitement.

"Bears!" she grins.

"What?!" I laugh a little too loud.

"Bears are just like dogs except bigger and chubbier and dopier and—"

"They'll cave your face in?"

She hits the table, "See! You get it! Did you know that male bears kill other male's cubs because it makes the females beyond horny?"

"You're kidding!"

"It's true. Now that's kinky." she raises a brow as she sits back in her chair.

"Wow."

"That's not something you get off on, is it? Because I'm not going to go around committing homicide for you. I draw the line at punching kids—"

With perfect timing, Anna comes over with a tray filled with our order cutting her off.

"Oh! Thank you so much" Vikki smiles politely.

I fight to hold in my laughter as the waitress leaves.

"I'm sure Anna has heard worse, now drink up." she positions my glass and treats in front of me. I rub my hands together before taking a big gulp, "Thirsty little thing aren't you?"

I smile sheepishly, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

"You're adorable." she sips her coffee, watching me cut my croissant, "You're like a itty bitty baby bird that fell out of its nest. Timid..." she mindlessly plays with her earring, "beautiful...like a little sparrow."

"You really think that?" I ask quietly.

She takes a sip of her coffee, wincing slightly at the taste, "I do. You're very beautiful, I mean that." Her eyes meet mine, sincerity flickering across them before she turns a bit shy. "Yeah...you know...as a person?" she takes another sip to hide a light blush, "not that I think you're unattractive otherwise, you know, I just mean...you know what I mean."

"I don't think I do?" I smile, taking another bite.

Vikki busies herself with cutting her coffee roll, "Fuck me that did not come out right... you know... I just wanna feed you, maybe clip your wings and carry you around in my purse" she laughs, "don't look at me like that!" She continues cutting her roll, "It's your fault for being precious." she brings a piece of it to her mouth before freezing, "And sweet bean?"

"Hm?"

She rests her head on her other hand, "If you don't stop biting your lip, it's gonna get chapped." she smirks before popping a piece of her coffee roll into her mouth. My tongue shoots out to wet my bottom lip, drawing her attention. She sips her coffee once more, "So what does this little baby bird do in its free time anyway? When you’re not beset by cats and office appliances." she smiles.

I tap along my glass, "I'm kind of a fun vampire."

"Yeah? Is the fun an adjective or a noun because those are two very different things."

I look at her confused.

"Well the former is an actual vampire. The life of the party and getting fed on probably feels like sex. The latter just drains the energy out of the room."

"Mhm, definitely have never been the life of the party."

"No?" she laughs, "The latter then? So you're a nerd?"

"I am not a nerd!" I laugh.

Vikki gives a noncommittal hum before taking another sip, "If it quacks like a duck, walks like a duck—" she chuckles, “there's nothing wrong with being a nerd! I'm just saying" she shrugs, "I think being a bit of a homebody can be nice actually."

I look at her unconvinced, "What do you do when you're not preparing for office domination?"

She laughs, "The usual, actually. Work, overtime, hit the gym after. I pretty much get home and pass out on the couch. Probably with a book in one hand and an unfinished cup of instant ramen in the other. Then I start the grind again. If I'm the office jock then I should be bullying you, right? Better watch your back or I'll shove you in a supply closet...and then maybe join you in there." she winks.

"I believe you." I smile.

"Honestly, I'm not not all that exciting all these days either. Pot, kettle, I know." she laughs, "I'm supposed to be up for a promotion soon, so mostly I'm focusing on that right now. Keep your eye on the prize, right? So dating has been pretty far on the periphery lately."

"Have you not dated much then?"

"Oh, I've been around a bit. I was a late bloomer, you know, so I had some lost time to make up for. Though as much as I have a talent for bossing people around that's gone unappreciated for far too long, I’ve never done the toys and titles and safe words before."

"I'm surprised after our ‘forgotten conversation.’"

She smiles fondly, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious but I guess we already established that."

"We did."

"Very curious..." she grins, "so what about you?"

"What about me?"

"What makes your danger zone tingle?"

"Can you be normal for two seconds?" I laugh.

She shrugs, trying to hold back a laugh, "What kind are you, exactly?"

"You're gonna have to elaborate"

"A slave, little, pet, overall just a sub, switch even?"

"How do you know all of this?"

"Oh come on, everyone has at least a cursory understanding of all this, don't they? And I've read books...all 50 shades of them." she laughs, "Don't think you can dodge the question."

"Um..."

She stares expectantly before her eyebrows raise, "Wait...you don't know?"

How does she keep reading my mind.

She sits back in her seat, "Oh- huh. With how eager you were I just assumed you- well, seems we both have much to learn then, hm? Things to discover together? Though I know what I am at least, but I do like to be thrown around a bit I guess." she wiggles her brows.

"Yes, ma'am." I smile.

"Very good." she smirks, "How does that roll off the tongue? Better get used to it now- I mean, no pressure. Honestly I don't really know how I feel about all this yet myself. It's gonna take some figuring out."

"But we've got time, right?" I smile.

She smiles, slicing her coffee roll in life.

"We'll need a safe word." I point out

"Slow down, don't you think it's soon to be setting rules? I mean we're just having coffee" she smiles sarcastically.

"I think you should pick it." I suggest

"Me? But you're the one who will- okay fine. Let's see...would you like fries with that?"

"Vikki." laughing, I facepalm.

"What? I doubt it's something you'd say during- or maybe you would?"

"It's a bit much, I think you'd laugh instead of help me."

"I guess it is a little unwieldy. Doesn't roll off the tongue. But we don't really have to decide this right now, do we?"

I shrug.

"Is this first date talk? I told you I haven't been out in a while."

"I feel like we might've skipped a few steps." I laugh.

"Let's take one step back for a second, yeah?" she laughs nervously, "And speaking of safe words...just so we're clear: we don't have rules against dating coworkers. I checked with HR- double checked, and as long as nobody makes trouble we're not in trouble. And I need you to understand, really understand that I'm not your boss. I'm just the person they assigned to supervise you and I don't have the authority to fire you. Well technically I could get you fired- but I mean I'm not going to- I mean—" she sighs, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "What I'm failing spectacularly to say here is- is that I don't want to pressure you into anything—"

I place my hand on her wrist, "I don't feel pressur—"

She puts her other hand to her chest, her eyes holding the same sincerity as before, "I know I'm an incorrigible tease. I joke around a lot, but if you don't want to play grab ass we don't have to play grab ass. I'm trusting you to tell me- I want you to be honest with me if anything is ever too much. Because despite all evidence to the contrary, I can actually act like a professional. So if you ever don't think this is going to work out then you just say the word and we go back to being coworkers, okay?"

"Just say 'would you like fries with that?'"

"I- you know what?" she laughs, clearly thankful for my easing the tension, "'would you like fries with that' she says, real funny baby bean" Vikki smiles, looking down at the table.

"I know what you mean and I appreciate it, but I'm all in right now. No pressure at all."

"Well I'm glad you feel that way. I like you a lot. I know I can come on a little strong, it's just- I wasted so much of my life being afraid of failure, rejection, of making an effort...and pursuing the things- the people I so desperately wanted in my life." She takes a sip of her coffee, "Oh great, now my coffees cold- why does this keep happening when I talk to you?"

"What can I say, I have a gift." I shrug.

"Right...where was I? Oh- so you know when you're invited to a party and you're just really not feeling it? Maybe prior commitments or maybe your big unrequited crush is going or maybe you're in a particularly broody mood- you might regret it if you went, but if you don't? You'll drive yourself crazy wondering what you're missing. Miserable either way and once you tell people no one time too many times, they stop asking. I decided that I didn't want to miss out anymore- and I realized I didn't have to. I changed my approach in life, if at first you don't succeed kill all witnesses."

"That's not how it goes" I laugh.

"I think it is. And it's true. Embrace the power of fuck it. You might embarrass yourself but everyone has their own stuff to worry about. What're the chances anyone will remember or care? I mean you will obviously but does that really matter? At the end of the day it's all in your head. And I don't mean you should be callous, but if you genuinely try your best and someone still rides you for it? Fuck it. Fuck them. Who cares, right?"

"Not everyone's gonna be your friend" I quote her.

"Exactly, bean. It doesn't necessarily make them bad people- or you for that matter. It just means there was a failure to communicate somewhere along the line or maybe you're just incompatible and that's fine. If it doesn't work out, the way I see it, you save you both some time. You shouldn't be hung up on what everyone else thinks anyway- for better or worse. Because all the attention, praise, and validation won't fix you if you don't believe in it. You could easily avoid every situation that puts you in this position, but where does that get you?"

"Can't fail if you never try."

She nods, "I think Homer said that."

"He was greek, right?" I ask.

"No I meant the yellow guy, father of three, not exactly the golden role model. Jokes aside it was safe, you know? It was comfortable, but it was killing me. For so long I was a spectator to my own life but now I'm ready to play. Sorry- I'm rambling. Everyone has things to work on, so be a bloomer not a doomer- ugh ew that's awful. That should be another forgotten conversation. Sorry to go maudlin on you, I promise that's not something I usually talk about. I prefer to let people think I've always been this infallible, unshakable, badass. But the truth is for most of us, confidence takes a metric shit ton of work if you think about it. And it's not that simple, I know."

I mindlessly twist her ring around her finger, "You could spend a lifetime on introspection."

Vikki nods, "Very true. Somehow it clicked for me because even if so much of life is ultimately disappointing: relationships, aspirations, all that shit. The good times are often worth the effort and failure. And then it won't all feel like such a waste, you know? Come what may. You can take it, whatever it is. At least you won't spend the rest of your life wondering what could've been and that's why- that's why I refuse to pass an opportunity."

"Come what may, what's that reference?" I ask.

"Hm? Oh, that's Macbeth- or it's a song from... I wouldn't know. It was in a musical, right?"

"I think so..."

"The one with Virginia Woolf and Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

"Tell me you're kidding?!"

"Yeah sorry I don't do musicals. Very much not a musical person."

"How?"

She scrunches her nose, "I don't know. I just think they're a little...hm...campy?"

"You're campy!" I laugh.

Vikki looks at me as if I have two heads, "I- wha- Hey I'm not saying you can't enjoy them. I just don't care to listen to some preachy incessant teen grade angst. I mean who just bursts into song to display their puppy dog love or inner turmoil for the world to see? Nobody does that!"

"Okay miss maudlin be-a-bloomer-not-a-doomer" I raise my brow.

Her jaw drops in faux offense, "Well I get that obviously but- okay hold up. Hold up! At least I wasn't singing it. And I'm not preachy! I don't preach! What the—"

I shrug, taking the last bite of my croissant, "I'll just have to make you watch musicals then."

She laughs shaking her head, "Oh no. You can't make me watch it. Making your date sit through all your favorites is like a fifth date kind of torture at the earliest."

Fifth date you say? "Is that another rule of dating?"

She suppresses a smile, "Yes. You know I wouldn't just make it up. We have to do things by the book- I asked HR. And you do realize this goes both ways, right? I could lecture you on the different printing presses we use, or the history of publishing for hours or maybe cinema. Have you seen The Piano Teacher? Or watched animal planet for fun? You're going to hate it!"

We both burst out laughing.

"Check please?" she raises her hand.

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After strolling through the park and talking, we walk back to the café parking lot in a comfortable silence.

"So...you think there's gonna be a second date?" Vikki asks.

I smile before planting a kiss on her cheek, "We'll definitely have something to talk about during lunch."

"I guess so." she smiles when I lay her scarf back around her neck.

"I'll see you Monday, Vikki." I head towards my car.

"You seem to love avoiding my questions miss L/n!" she shouts after me.

"Have to keep you interested somehow!" I grin, walking backwards.

"Trust me, nothing to worry about there!"

"Good to know!" I quote her again.

She shakes her head smiling before heading to her car. After a few steps we both end up looking back towards each other. I give a small wave and big smile as always and she returns with an obnoxiously excited wave to mock me.

There will most definitely be a second date.

#down with love #vikki hiller #x reader #vikki hiller x reader #sarah paulson

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compassionatereminders · 2 years

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hi kat!!! i hope ur havin a good day :] unfortunately, i'm in a bit of a pickle here and would appreciate your input, if it's possible!!

so there's someone who is very attatched to me that i don't necessarily enjoy spending time with. they make me very uncomfortable, but im afraid that if i stop speaking to them completely, it'll send them into a depressive spiral, or they'll make me seem villainous to our mutual friends. it's also near impossible to ignore her because we have so many mutual friends and i don't know how to appropriately set boundaries in this situation. any advice?

First of all, their mental health is not your responsibility like, at all. So even if you distancing yourself affects them negatively, you're in your full right to do so. Their stability is their own responsibility and it's not something you have to worry about. That being said, if you have so many mutual friends that you can't avoid them altogether, I probably wouldn't risk starting a conflict by actively rejecting them. I'd probably just discreetly distance myself by not initiating contact, by ignoring private messages and by making up excuses as needed to avoid seeing them one on one. That way their attachment to you will hopefully decrease without too much drama in your friend group!

#chat with kat

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kunekos · 2 years

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"They look like they're having fun." Cat-like smile stretches the old man's lips, quiet as the cat sharing his namesake. Before them, a group of children running across a court, tossing and passing volleyballs to each other; clumsy, still, but eager, and most importantly, happy. "I heard a certain someone from the JVA was running a class today. I got curious." A low chuckle and an approving nod are given. "You're doing some good work here, Tetsurô. I hope you have fun doing it too."

truth to be told : this is not exactly the first time that Kuroo receives that call. — the call that lures him back into the court & begs him to do what he does best : gather people in ways unthinkable ... to have them do the unthinkable. ( sometimes it's exhausting, honestly. it either eats away his sleep during the night or forces him to wake up hours before the alarm on his phone. ) it's never easy to deal with noisy, oh so enthusiastic children ... but he manages. only God knows how...

today feels extremely different, though. it’s the perfect opposite, now, that he's been put in command of the project that brings back all his colleagues from high school to the centre of the courts in Tokyo. ( & this ... this is exciting. it makes him walk even faster on his feet around the office. makes him pick up the calls without a shred of hesitation & smile a little more genuinely. ) after all ... he'll get to be reunited with everyone, at long damned last ! it's about time those " we need to meet soon " calls come to an end. Kuroo Tetsurō can only do so much with politeness when it comes to old friends, this ought to be a known fact by now — of course !

nevertheless ... something like a bucket of cold water that prickles at pale skin, pulls him back to reality as voice echoes by his side. in a tone that's all too familiar ; too warm & special to ever be truly forgotten. the sports promoter nearly jumps at the recollection & takes an immediate turn in his stance to come face to face with one of the companions he holds closest to his heart.

❛ Nekomata - sensei ? ! ❜ Kuroo has to take a much needed double glance at the man ; & even after that : his mouth hangs open & his eyes blink repeatedly. he hasn't seen his Coach in literal years — ! what a genuine surprise it is to lay amber eyes upon the man that first encouraged him into pursuing his passion for volleyball. hadn't it been for Yasufumi Nekomata ... where would he be, today ? ( the answer is that he doesn't know. & quite frankly : he holds no desire whatsoever of knowing, either ). after all this time : they're both still so at ease. — it's like nothing changed. & so, in the only way Kuroo knows how, he quips : ❛ Ya did ? ! Really, huh ? mmm ... hopefully non'a these guys are yer gran’kids. Otherwise... that story might be a lil' different. ❜ & along with the witticism in his comment, he's laughing. & it reveals the faint blossoming of a couple of wrinkles at the side of his eyes ; & he doesn't care about it, anyway. instead, he lays an open palm at the top of the old man's shoulder like he used to do back in the day. ❛ I'm really happy seein' ya, Coach. ❜ after a gentle squeeze & a smile, he turns to the children & starts pacing in their direction :

❛ Oi, guys ! Ya seem t'a be havin' lots’a fun today, heh ? Say ... how would ya feel if we lowered that net a bit ? ❜

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 , // always accepting ! ☆

#☆┊ — 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 — inquiries for kuroo ✧#☆┊ — 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 — in character ✧#pridewon #( AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #I AM FUCKING SOBBING #GOODBYE CHA I AM DECEASED )

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rodeo-boots · 3 years

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Hello hello!!💖💖😊 hope you're doing alright and your day's going fine and smoothly over there, dear!😊🌺💐🌻🌹🌺💐🌻🌹

For writing requests, can I request a morbell story??☺ at the first of chapter 2 when gang is going to live in horseshoe overlook, Dutch sends Micah with Lenny to Strawberry and then something happens which ends with Micah in jail. But I want it to be 'Dutch sends Arthur with Micah to Strawberry' so! Just imagine what will happen😆👀. Boys probably end up in jail anyway but I think..maybe with Arthur, Micah would act different..?

Fluff is always welcome and I don't mind smut too at all! And I'm ok with any tags too like blood/gore, angst, different kinks or..

Love you and thank you soo soo much!💜💗💜

I'm sorry this took a hundred years, but I still hope you'll enjoy this!! I hope you've had some wonderful days yourself, Merry <33

Rating: T

Words: 2221

Warnings: one instance of a homophobic slur, off-screen murder

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Dutch and his plans. His great plans that had gotten them in this entire mess to begin with. Arthur couldn't believe him these days, could only watch in bafflement as his mentor spoke one ridiculous idea after the other; but this one took the cake.

Why have a safe operation for once, right? Why send Arthur and Lenny to scout ahead and make sure West Elizabeth wasn't all swarmed by Pinkertons when you could have Micah, the very man who had gotten them in this situation to begin with. The man who's judgement had led them astray and towards the butchered ferry job in Blackwater, who's fantastic information had killed several of their people – with no telling if Mac and Sean were still out there, somewhere.

Obviously, Arthur had objected the instant he's heard what he was supposed to do. He had tried to talk to Dutch, to explain that Micah would find a way to turn even the easiest scouting mission into a bloodbath. Really, he had tried everything to convince him otherwise, to send him alone, for Goodness sake, but to no avail. Dutch's mind was made, and so he let his two best men ride out, in pursuit of information or fortune or anything, Arthur hadn't cared to ask.

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"Oh, don't soil your britches, princess," Micah held onto Baylock's reins with a loose grip, his grin lopsided where he glanced at Arthur from the corners of his eyes. Of course had he caught onto his less than ideal mood, ever the observant type as he was. "We'll be havin' fun at the end of the day, I promise." His voice was syrupy sweet, almost sickeningly so, though Arthur had stopped listening to him a long time ago either way, staring ahead and onto the road in an attempt to accept his current fate.

He answered the man with a grunt, not overly eager to amuse himself. If it was up to him, they'd be in and out of the settlement within an hour, would take a look around and go, without being noticed in the best of cases. Those seemed rare these days, though.

"Lighten up." Arthur flinched when the man tossed him a bottle, barely catching it in his hands, an irritated gaze meeting Micah's smirking visage. The booze in Arthur's hands certainly wasn't the best, moonshine with a questionable label, glinting copper under the sunlight. His eyebrows furrowed, but he kept the bottle either way.

Maybe it was just what he needed now, a welcome distraction from the day Micah had planned for them to enjoy. Arthur was certain he'd enjoy it all the more if he witnessed as little of it as possible.

He uncapped the bottle, squeezing his eyes shut as the liquor burned down his throat, tipping it back further before tossing it aside. The glass shattered at the side of the road, Micah's own likely joining the shards where they lay, the man already reaching for another drink from his bottomless saddlebags. "See? Much better already." And this time, Arthur couldn't help but return his grin.

Arthur had been unable to keep track of time, with Micah's unrelenting talk, the bottles he passed him along the way. Strawberry was drawing closer by the moment and he knew it, traffic higher with every further step. It seemed to be a busy town, workers passing them by without a glance, whistling as they did the tasks of the day. Oh, how Arthur wished he could lead a life like theirs at times.

"You up for a meal, Morgan?" Micah clambered off his horse, shooting him another bright expression, his lids appearing heavier by the liquor he had consumed already.

"Dying of starvation," Arthur mumbled, a little heavier and slower as he dismounted his mare, holding onto the saddle to keep himself from falling gracelessly. He seriously had to overthink his approach to the drink some time, not as used to booze as he had been in his better days, wiping at his brow now before trailing after Micah and towards the hotel.

Even though they were new in the area, Micah seemed to know his way around, greeting the man behind the counter like an old friend before ordering their meals. Arthur didn't understand how he was standing straight after drinking all the way here, he himself barely holding onto the back of a chair. Hopefully with something in his stomach, his head would stop spinning again.

"Now, Mr. Morgan–" Micah waved his arm around in a great gesture of chivalry, pulling a chair out for Arthur to take. "Will you take this seat, and sit down with me?"

He grunted, plopping down onto the hard wood. Maybe if he followed along without complaint, Micah would take mercy on him and spare him more of his bluster. A single look at his self-satisfied smirk was enough for him to tell that that wouldn't be the case, however.

Their plates had emptied at a rapid pace, Arthur scarfing his food down eagerly, enlivened by the taste and the sensation of something in his stomach – something more agreeable than the liquor. He was chewing his second to last bite by now, glancing over and towards Micah and his plate with a furrowed brow. "Y'ain't hungry?" He asked, swallowing before he rubbed at the corner of his mouth. "S'real good–"

Micah had his eyes set on something else already, waving at him to be quiet before turning with a secretive stare. "You up for a game?" He asked, his drunkenness slowly manifesting in the drag of his voice, though the glint in his eyes was prominent as always.

Arthur shrugged, placing the fork in his hands aside, his gaze following the other man's. Upon seeing what he was seeing, however, his cheeks heated up in a cherry red, Arthur averting his eyes all at once. "The hell you on about?" He grumbled in irritation, not looking back at the woman Micah had focused on. Or rather, her cleavage.

"I bet'chu, I can hit her right in between those beauties." The corners of his mouth quirked up further, Micah taking his own fork in hand to prepare it as a makeshift catapult.

"You finally lost it now?" But Arthur couldn't help watching, not moving to stop the man as he took aim, his tongue peeking out between pursed lips. One second the fork was still loaded with mashed potato, the next, Micah tossed his head back with a shattering laugh, a scandalized gasp from the other table indicating that he had hit his target dead on.

The woman stood all at once, forcefully enough to make her chair tumble to the ground, not letting herself be stopped by the man at her side as she marched out of the building. Her face had been colored by embarrassment, by disgust, and while Arthur had every intention to feel bad for her, he couldn't. Instead, he found himself laughing along with Micah, giggling like the drunken fool he was, having to hold onto the wooden table as to not keel over.

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Micah was a man of many ideas; few of them good. He seemed keen on seeing how far they could go before being kicked out of the establishment, doing the most in making those around him uncomfortable to elicit a response, Arthur rising to the challenge by doing just the same.

"Y'know what I could do?" Micah whispered, leaning closer to him as though his words were confidential, the lopsided nature of his smirk indicating that they were truly meant for all to hear. "Could lay you out on this table." His hand wandered up Arthur's thigh from where it had formerly rested upon his knee. He hadn't even noticed that. "I could fuck you silly for all these fine folks to see," he smiled, satisfied with the blush spreading over Arthur's cheeks and the tips of his ears.

He pushed the hand off his leg, keeping hold of the other man's wrist. "If that's what you want, I might just lay you out instead," he grumbled, though the threat within his words was lost in the slur of his voice. "Punch you out, s'what I mean."

They stared at one another for a tense few moments, Arthur's grip remaining firm around Micah's wrist.

With a sputtering laugh, he had to let go, however, shaking his head and reaching up to rub his eyes. Micah was quick to follow along, cackling like a maniac in his own right, even if his own words hadn't been all empty.

"C'mon, let's get outta here." Micah pat his knee in encouragement, grunting when he pushed himself to his legs. "I'm bored," he added, his eyes glinting mischievously. Arthur didn't care for his oncoming plans now, either way, keen on leaving the hotel to spare himself of further embarrassment, uncertain as to what he might've done already.

The past minutes, or hours, weren't as prominent in his brain as he would've liked, the influence of the drink undeniable in his every action. He didn't pass the bar-man another look, following after Micah as he ducked through the door, squinting when his eyes were met with darkness instead of the sun he had expected.

"How late's it?" He slurred, glancing at Micah in uncertainty, not at all remembering when or if Dutch would expect them back at camp.

Micah tugged him down the stairs, the grip he had on his sleeve almost desperately hard. "Don't worry your pretty little head," he cooed, glancing back at Arthur with an almost alluring gaze, pulling him closer to offer him some more stability. "We got all the time we need." But Micah's eyes were no longer trained to his. Instead, he had focused on his lips, licking his own almost nervously.

"I always meant to tell you, Arthur–" his hold started to feel a lot more like an embrace, Arthur swallowing lightly as he watched the emotions pass over the other man's face. He was much too drunk to make sense of them, releasing a tense chuckle when Micah didn't continue.

"Meant to tell me what?" He eventually asked, his own arms slowly smoothing around the other man's frame. From this angle, he almost looked good, less crazed than what Arthur usually saw of him, more like the person he kept hidden from plain view in front of everyone else.

He didn't receive an answer, blinking in bafflement when Micah leaned in to press his lips against his own.

Arthur stood frozen for a couple moments, unsure if this was yet another game of his, another attempt to make the people around them uneasy like they had succeeded in doing before.

Micah didn't pull away with a smirk at his lips, however, in fact, he didn't pull away at all, deepening the kiss instead. He tilted his head, moving his lips so uncharacteristically sweet against Arthur's own that he had no choice but to melt.

His hands pulled the man closer, their bodies flush, chests pressing against one another. It was like a lover's embrace, like the last thing Arthur had ever expected to share, least of all with Micah Bell. Here and now, it felt more than just right, though.

He pulled away with a soft exhale, brushing a strand of hair out of the other man's eyes, his motions gentle. "What was that all about?" He asked, though his tone wasn't teasing. If anything, he wanted to know if he understood correctly, wanted to be certain that Micah had enjoyed this kiss for more reasons than his drunkenness; the question of a possible repetition already sitting on the tip of his tongue.

Before he could formulate any of his thoughts, however, another voice broke the tranquility around them.

"If that ain't van der Linde's very special queens," the man slurred himself, the Irish accent still clear in his tone of voice. "This is O'Driscoll territory, we ain't wanna see the likes of you perverts 'round here." Arthur had heard worse in his life, not expecting anything better from the likes of Colm's boys. But a look into Micah's eyes was enough to tell, that he wasn't about to let this slide.

He loosened his hold on Arthur, turning to the man slowly, his stare narrowed at the O'Driscoll. "Run that by me one more time?" His voice was low, the shyness from before wiped clear away now that he was facing the person who had seemingly ruined their moment.

Without Micah's assistance in standing, Arthur plopped down to the muddy ground, staring at the man's back until the spinning of his head became too much. He laid back, letting Micah handle this on his own, smiling dumbly at the distant thought of him protecting his honor.

The shots were faint, just like the voices drawing closer once they had pierced the silence, once they likely had pierced the O'Driscoll's skull just as much.

Arthur felt Micah's presence by his side again, the man dropping down next to him, tossing his weapons aside mindlessly. "Guess that marks the end'a our night," he chimed, his voice drowning out the calls of the sheriff, the law cautiously surrounding them. "I told you we'd have fun, though," Micah spoke up again, chuckling at this small success of the day.

#morbell #micah bell #arthur morgan #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic #requests #my writing #rdr2 fandom

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sliggoons · 4 years

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I SAW YOU WOULD LIKE REQUESTS FOR MY MAN GUZMA AND I AM HERE TO FULFILL THE REQUEST 😁 a drabble with Guzma and male!reader being bros plz? Maybe they develop a crush on each other and start getting flustered around the other? Idk, just seems cute and I am very gay for Guzma and I'm not afraid to admit it 😏

Wowie I love this idea so much !! I try my absolute best to keep all my writings gender neutral,, so hopefully I can still maintain the integrity of your ask, but! Do it gender neutral, I hope you enjoy !!! (‘bro’ and ‘dude’ are pretty gender neutral imo so hopefully you agree :) )

Just Bros? Guzma x Reader where they’re good friends

You and Guzma had been friends, and only friends, for at least a year now. He was your go to buddy for anything. You had the same taste in video games, the same taste in music, the same favorite foods, it was no wonder the two of you had been joined at the hip since y’all met.

Today Guzma had drug you along to play basketball with him, whether you actually enjoyed it or not, it was something you found yourself doing frequently. Guzma said he loved playing with you, but you knew you were just easy to beat.

“Nice one, bro!” Guzma exclaimed as you watched your shot swish through the net. “You’re getting pretty good at this, huh? Might even beat me one day if you keep it up.” He went over to retrieve the ball, passing you as he did so. He stuck his hand out, to which you delivered an enthusiastic high five. But this time, your hand lingered against his just a second longer, your eyes snapped up to his wide ones. You wondered, was he feeling this too? You tried to brush it off, but the tingling of your skin, the butterflies raging in your stomach, the blush creeping up your neck wasn’t something you could pretend didn’t just happen. You ignored the thought for now, lining yourself up to block Guzma’s shot.

After Guzma had wiped the court with you, (the final score being 34-8), he suggested the two of you go grab a bite to eat. “Ice cream?” you suggested, the sun today seemed hotter than ever and after an intense game, the two of you had just about sweated through your tees. Tank top, in Guzma’s case. You kinda hated him for that white tank top, the way it clung to his torso, defining the half-there six pack. It showcased his broad shoulders; his muscular arms, shining with sweat, were on full display. You envied him, you told yourself, but the heat rising on your face made you question how true that really was.

You realized it as you sat at the wooden picnic table a short walk from the ice cream shop. Your treat was half melted, dripping onto your hand, shaking you out of your stupor.

“Dude, you okay?” Guzma asked. Your face flushed, realizing he had caught you staring at the way the sunlight filtered through his hair. Was it soft? Your fingers were dying to find out. You studied the way the shadows of the leaves fell over his collarbones, the glint of his golden chain highlighting his already golden skin.

“Yeah, just tired is all.” You could have sworn there was a faint blush on Guzma’s cheeks. Maybe it was just the heat.

“Guess I really wore you out today, huh?” He had the audacity to wink at you before standing up, leaving you there dumbfounded. You thought he was on to you, disgusted by your thoughts and ten miles down the road, but really he had just gone to grab a napkin so you could wipe off your sticky hands.

“Oh, thanks.” A silence settled between the two of you, awkward and tense, so unusual for the two of you. “I, uh, I better get going. I have that thing I gotta do at home,” you stuttered, catching a glimpse of disappointment? on Guzma’s face. And so you bolted. Yeah, it was a pretty lame thing for you to do, but being around him was too much. All of this had sprung up in just a day. Since when did you have a crush on your best friend? Maybe you were just having an off day, you couldn’t have a crush on Guzma of all people. There’s no way he’d like you back, and you really didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship trying to find out.

You and Guzma didn’t hang out near as much over the next few days. You were still stuck somewhere between denial and such hardcore pining you thought you might throw up. You never imagined you could want to hold someone’s hand so badly that it hurt.

Your best friend seemed to be acting differently too. Was it possible he knew? Could he have picked up on it somehow? He had to have. Guzma would never normally make such offhand comments or jokes as he was now, and Guzma is never this much of a mess. He’s probably the smoothest guy you know, but yesterday he couldn’t tell you your outfit was sick without stuttering and staring at the ground.

Part of you deep down was hoping, praying, begging he was flustered, feeling the same things as you, but you reminded yourself how unlikely that was. That’s why you were standing in front of your mirror, five minutes after the time you told Guzma you’d be there. The silly lovestruck teen in you was winning, while the other half was begging you to ditch the flattering outfit for your usual attire. If you went out of your way to wear your nicest set of clothes, Guzma was bound to notice something.

You settled for a mix, something pretty nice, a shirt Guzma had picked out for you in a shop months ago. “This is so dope! You gotta try it on,” he had said, without looking at the price. Of course, you fell in love with the top, gagging after you looked at the tag. There was no way you could afford that. You smiled as you remembered that day, thinking of all the fun you and Guzma had, and all the trouble he could have gotten you into, shoplifting that shirt just for you. He justified it saying, “It looks too good on you, the real crime would be you not havin’ it.”

Within the next few minutes, you and Guzma were sitting side by side on the back porch step of one of the Po Town houses, watching the rain fall. There was a small awning to keep the two of you dry, but cold raindrops still splashed up to soak your sneakers. After what seemed like years, you and Guzma were still sitting there in silence, no more than a few words of greeting exchanged between you. He was fidgeting, something he only did when he was nervous. In turn, you got nervous, just from watching the bouncing of his knee, the way he chewed on his finger nails, black nail polish flaking off. Finally you couldn’t take it, you’d had enough.

“I hate this. What’s gotten up with us, G?” You looked over at him, regretting the way the words tumbled out harsher than intended.

“I dunno,” he mumbled. You sighed, waiting as the silence stretched out again, until Guzma broke it, stopping your racing heart in its tracks. “I like you, dude.”

What was that supposed to mean? Probably not what you hoped it did. You answered, carefully, your voice wavering, “Guzma, of course I like you too, we’re bros, right?”

He sighed, heavy, “Just bros?”

You looked at him, confused. There was no way he actually meant that, your heart fluttered, pounding away inside your chest, your stomach dropped, you could feel your face burning brighter than the sun. “I, what do-”

Guzma cut you off, grabbing the back of your head with his hand and crashing his lips to yours. It was forceful, messy, and over way, way too soon.

“Oh. You meant like that.”

“Yeah,” His voice cracked as he rested his elbows on his legs, his head hanging low, that didn’t stop you from noticing the blush so intense even the tips of his ears were red.

“Hey, look at me, G,” you got his attention. It was your turn to cut him off as he opened his mouth in question, but he was grateful to have your lips pressed against his instead.

#twelve #Guzma x reader #Guzma imagine #pokemon guzma #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines

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natstsukki · 3 years

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question of the day: why is writing psychology a paper so hard >:( i'm frustrated because the instructions were kinda vague so i don't know if what i'm writing is right but i emailed my professor so hopefully she responds soon hmph i'm regretting taking this psychology course, it's really hard :(

sorry for sending so many asks when ur busy :-T but i have to annoy someone don't i? hhh i'm just kidding kinda .... anyways baby i hope ur havin a good day don't work yourself too hard :>

psychology is hard >:( i remember taking it and i hated it ! i even had to interact with kids and stuff to learn their behavior…. yuck but you’re my smart baby , i know you’ve got this ! you’re gonna ace this paper, i know it baby <3 you’re not annoying i love it when you ask me all types of things and include me in your day :)

#hehe ‘m feeling clingy #my baby <3 #nats kei

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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I'm Havin' Feelings Fer Ye

Captain Magnum x gender neutral!reader

@lovefor-xreaders ty for the prompt!

A/N: Guess who has no life and wrote an entire 2,000 word fanfic all in one day? THIS ASSHOLE! im so fucking bored guys, please, this is all I have. Send prompts. Uh... Rated T for cursing and violence. I think mostly angst, fluff at the end.

Word Count: 2.3k

You danced around the ship with some of the other crewmates to shanties the captain sang. You found treasure! You actually found treasure! You had honestly expected to die at some point… but you didn't! And you found treasure! That was wonderful! You were starting to think the heist wasn't such a bad idea! Even though Mark's… gone… you'd be alright! You had treasure! You'd be alright…

Captain Magnum watched you as you danced around, a smile present on your face. It made him feel all weird inside… he'd lived long enough to know what love feels like… probably. This was not it… he didn't think… he honestly didn't know. But when he watched you spin and kick your feet and laugh… he felt real happy…

You danced for a while before you eventually got tired and sat down, panting. The captain and the crew were messing with the treasure. Picking it up and letting it fall back into the chest, examining it, biting it…

These people were weird…

You held out your hands for your share of the treasure, since you were being patient. He looked to you and set a small coin in your hand, curling your fingers and patting them. You squinted at him, wondering if he's actually serious. He seemed to be, since he headed to his quarters immediately after. You frowned, looking at the coin. You'd talk to him about that later…

Captain Magnum felt a bit bad about only giving you a coin. What else was he supposed to do? You might've left if he gave you more treasure! He couldn't have that! Then again… that seemed a bit manipulative… eh, you'd be fine. He sat down in his chair and thought about you.

You were an enigma to him.

He'd felt this way before… but it was so… prominent this time… why was he so fond of you? It's not like you were special! You just had beautiful skin and sparkly eyes and the most stunning smile he'd ever seen and...

Goddamnit, he was in love…

He sighed, wondering what he was going to do about this, when he heard a sharp knock at his door. He jumped a bit, not expecting anybody since it was pretty late. He stood up and walked over, opening the door. You were standing there with your arms crossed. He was going to greet you, but you looked pissed. He wondered why. Then, you held up the coin.

"Are you kidding?" You asked accusingly. "I'm your first mate, you trust me enough to choose where we go, and you give me this bullshit?" You started walking towards him. Despite the height difference, he felt a bit intimidated by you. He stepped back.

"Listen, I be th' cap'n. I already told ye, me share be more fair than others," he stated. You glared at him and he felt his stomach drop. "Ye knew wha' ye were gettin' into, ye can nah be angry," he crossed his arms. You sighed.

"Fine. Whatever," you mumbled as you left the cabin. He opened his mouth to apologize, but nothing came out. He closed his mouth again. You were already gone anyway. Nothing he could do about it now. He'd get some sleep and you'd be fine in the morning.

It had been a few days since you found the treasure. You weren't talking to Magnum. He kept glancing at you as you were swabbing the deck. Your smile was replaced with a frown. It was less of an angry frown and more of a sad frown, but it made him feel just as bad. He waited a while to talk to you because he didn't want to mess it up. He eventually decided that it was a good enough time to do so, and he walked over to you.

"Mornin', first mate! How did ye sleep?" He asked. You paused for a moment, but you didn't answer. "Uh... 'twas a bit windy last night, huh? Glad we got all th' loot inside..." you still didn't look up, but your frown got tighter. He patted his hands on his legs and sucked in a breath. "Wonderful weather we be havin'?" You finally stopped mopping and turn to him.

"What do you want?" You asked, exasperated. He frowned.

"Are ye okay? Ye seem upset…" he commented.

"Oh, no yeah I'm totally fine!" You scoffed. "My best friend's dead, the guy who killed him won't even bother giving me any sort of compensation, I may never see my family or friends again, but sure I'm fine." You stated, mopping vigorously. Magnum sighed and looked at your face. You looked like you were on the verge of tears. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to find the right words.

"I... I be sorry. I'll give ye more treasure if... If ye promise ye won't weigh anchor…" he finally managed. You stopped and turned to him slowly. His eyes widened. "No, no, no! Ye... I didn'... um…" he gulped as you raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh-huh. Go on. I'm waiting." You demanded. He took a deep breath.

"I... I find ye endearin'... 'n I wants ye t' stay... wit' me... specifically." He said. Your face softened a bit, to his joy. He smiled.

"I… have people back home." You said. His smile fell. "I can't just… leave and… not tell them anything…"

"Then tell 'em! Write 'em a letter or somethin'! That would be fine!" He said desperately.

"What am I supposed to say? "Hey, guys! I eloped with a 7 foot tall pirate and am now sailing the seven seas as his first mate"?"

"...yes?" He said, unsure. You sighed and looked down. He held his breath, waiting for whatever you were going to say next.

"What am I supposed to tell his family?" You asked softly. He took a deep breath.

"I... I dunno. 'n... I be mighty, mighty sorry about wha' I did t' yer friend... But... I... I be... I reckon I be in love wit' ye…" he said shakily. You looked up at him, your eyes widened. You could see a tint of red on his suntanned cheeks. He avoided your eyes for a bit before you chuckled. He looked at you. You smiled at him warmly. He returned it.

"I…" you began, blushing. You were cut off by the sound of a cannon.

"Avast! Prepare to be boarded!" A voice boomed from above.

"Oh, God, not again," you whined. Magnum reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, but another cannonball whizzed past you two, making you fall in different directions.

"Ye hide. I'll take care o' this," he instructed. He unsheathed his sword as you hid behind a nearby barrel, watching him to see if he'd need any assistance.

"Who be thar? Show yourself, yellow-bellied cur!" He yelled. You blinked, processing what he said. "Yellow-bellied cur". Huh. That was new. You heard wood creaking behind you and ducked further behind the barrel. You slowly rose and saw a man standing in from of Magnum. He was taller than you and had an average build, and was wearing a pirate outfit. His clothes looked… cleaner and more fancy than Magnum's. He was holding a sword and had a peg leg.

"Who are ye callin' a yellow-bellied cur?" He said in a low, rough voice.

"Obviously you, shitlord!" You said, quickly covering your mouth with your hand afterwards. The man turned and looked at you. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. You suddenly felt… violated.

"Well, well, well. Wha' 'ave we here?" He chuckled. "I may jus' keep ye fer meself." You laid your hand on a revolver.

Magnum tightened his fist around the hilt of his sword and swung. The man blocked it and stumbled back.

"Ye lay a hand on them, ye're dead." He growled. The man smirked and tried to jab at his side. Magnum managed to block it in time. The two captains went on sword fighting for a couple minutes while you stayed behind the barrell. The other man's crew was on the ship fighting the rest of yours. You felt a bit useless, so you grabbed the revolver and aimed towards the other pirates. You grazed two in their legs, and nailed one in the shoulder. You lost track of Captain Magnum after a while. While you looked for him, you heard something land behind you. You yelped and spun around, seeing the invading captain.

"Ahoy thar, darlin'," he smirked at you. You held the revolver up to aim at him. He scoffed. "C'mon, darlin'. Thar's no needs fer that. I won't hurt ye… Much."

"Go fuck yourself," you snarled.

"Such naughty language fer such a sweet thin'." He laughed. "I'll 'ave fun wit' ye."

"Oh, yeah, that doesn't sound creepy at all. Great," You sighed. He took a step towards you and you cock the gun. "Don't move, asshole." You warned.

"Oh, come on now." He chuckled. "We both know ye're too soft t' shoot me. So, why don't ye-" You shoot. The bullet hits him in the side. His eyes widened as he stared at you in disbelief.

"Something about me, captain," you set the gun down and walked over to him as he fell to the floor. "My best friend is dead. I'm feeling a bit pissed. And I have shot a man before." You got on one knee and leaned down next to his ear. "I'm not as soft as I look." You stood back up and walked back to the middle of the deck.

Captain Magnum was frantically walking around. The crew looked okay, so you sighed. The captain heard and spun towards you. He smiled widely as he ran over and enveloped you in a hug.

"Oh, thank Poseidon. Ye're okay. If I had lost ye I... I... I dunno wha' I'd do!" He stammered, petting your head. "Ye're okay, right?" You smiled and hugged him back.

"I'm alright, Captain," You whispered. He sighed and held you for a while before the previous first mate cleared his throat.

"'tis real touchin' 'n all, but we should prolly repair th' ship." He suggested. Magnum turned to him, glaring.

"Ye interrupted a bondin' moment t' tell me that?" He glowered. You bit your lip to keep from laughing. The crewmate opened his mouth to respond, but almost immediately closed it and started picking up pieces of wood. The other crewmates followed suit.

"We should help them," you declared. Magnum looked at you, his eyebrows knitted together.

"But do we 'ave t'?" He asked hopefully. You smiled and pulled away from him. Despite wearing a couple layers, he could feel the absence of your warmth. He sighed and helped clean up.

It took a while, but you all managed to clean up the deck. You'd probably need to buy more wood to repair the boat, but you figured it'd be fine. It was dark now and everyone had retired to their quarters. Except for you. You sat on the deck, staring up at the stars. Magnum left his quarters to check on you. He got worried when he saw you weren't asleep. He walked over to you, ruining the mood a bit with how loud he was. He dropped next to you with a loud creak of the floor. You didn't look at him.

"Ahoy," he greeted.

"Hi," you responded bluntly. You both sat there for a moment while he came up with things to say.

"Are ye okay?"

"Yep."

"Okay. That be good." Silence. "Wha' are ye doin'?"

"Just… stargazing."

"Okay. Why?"

"Felt like it."

"Oh." More silence. "Are ye thinkin' about 'im?"

"Yes."

"Do ye want t' talk about 'im?"

"No. Not tonight. Maybe another time."

"Ok... 'tis a tad cold tonight."

"Yeah. I guess so."

"Me cabin be th' warmest... If ye... Wanted t' sleep in thar... Wit' me... That would be alright…" You whipped you head towards him surprised. He noticed your panic. "Or not! That be fine too! I understand. Sorry fer botherin'. Goodnight!" He started to stand up, but you took his hand. He looked at your interlocked hands, flushed, then back at you.

"That would… that'd be fine." You said shakily. "I just… want to stay out here a bit longer."

"Ok," He nodded and plopped back down. You retracted your hand and tucked your knees to your chest, looking back up. He continued to look at you for a second, smiling, before looking back up. You chuckled.

"He loved space…"

Captain Magnum could listen to you talk for hours. You start talking about stars, then about Mark, then you get to talking about your other friends and family. He listened to everything you said because he knew it was important to you. You started to yawn after 45 minutes and you leaned on his arm. He froze in place, not wanting to bother you. Eventually, he looked down at you to see if you were asleep. Once he confirmed you were, he effortlessly lifted you up and carried you to his cabin. He gently set you on the large, warm bed. He wasn't planning on getting on it with you. You weren't there yet. You hadn't even told him you loved him back. He couldn't in good conscience get into a bed with you. He sat in his chair and looked at you. You were so…

"Gorgeous," he said under his breath. You cracked an eye open.

"Right back at you," you slurred. He blushed. You held out your arms. "Come into bed," he blushed deeper.

"No, I don't reckon I should…" He tried to say. You whined and he just couldn't. He stood up and carefully climbed into the bed with you, making sure to keep a bit of space between you two. That was pointless because you immediately turned over and snuggled into his chest. He gently moved his arms to embrace you tightly. He set a small kiss to your head and just lied there, wanting to treasure this moment.

Your eyes closed again as you heard him say "I love you". You smiled.

"I love you, too."

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ask-chef-teruteru · 4 years

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(friend anon) No, no, you were very helpful!! Probably the most helpful response so far! (I've consulted lots of websites for this bc I'm so scared tbrbrbrb) Just, mm, do you perhaps have any ideas on like, what exactly to say or something along those lines?? Or like, a guider or something? Just because I have Autism and I find it rly hard to put stuff into words sometimes. 😭 I've been thinking about this for weeks now and it's been wrecking my head!! I feel like such a creep at this stage lmao

“Aww, sweetie, you got no reason to be feelin’ like a creep! I know it can be easy to feel that way when things are awkward between you n’ somebody else—believe me, I know that feelin’ firsthand a lot better n’ I wish I did— but wantin’ to reconnect with your friend n’ havin’ trouble with it don’t make you creepy, okay? You wouldn’t think they were a creep if y’alls roles were flipped n’ they were the ones who were worryin’ themselves sick wantin’ to get things back to the way they were, would ya? Don’t be so hard on yourself! Chances are that they miss you too n’ might be strugglin’ just as much to try n’ find the right things to say to you too!”

“As far as what exactly to say goes, I can give y’all a few jumpin’ off points to get y’all started, hopefully get a real easy n’ light kinda conversation started up, but I might not necessarily be able to give y’all much beyond that since I don’t know the details on how y’all connected in the first place or nothin’ like that.

You might start off by sayin’ somethin’ like one o’ these—

“Hello, my friend! I was thinkin’ about you earlier n’ was hopin’ you were doin’ well! If y’ain’t too busy later, would y’all wanna watch a movie online together or play a game or somethin’? I’ve been missin’ hangin’ out with you n’ I’d like to get back to it!”

“Heya, it’s so nice to get to talk to ya again! I’ve been dyin’ to talk to y’all about [mutual interest, could be a game or a movie or an anime or a cartoon or whatever y’all both like] again! I found this really cool [fanfic, piece of art, AU content] the other day and I wanted to share it with y’all cause I thought you’d like it!”

“Gosh, I’ve been missin’ ya! Have y’all been up to anything fun lately? If you’ve got the time, I’d love to catch up n’ hear what’s been goin’ on with you lately! Seen any good movies/ watched any good shows/ tried any new restaurants/ played any new games/ gotten into any new hobbies?”

It’s perfectly fine to let ‘me know that you’ve missed havin’ ‘em to talk to— friends like hearin’ that they have enough of a presence with the people they care about to be missed! Get ‘em talkin’ about somethin’ they’re into and the conversation’s got a good chance of goin’ on for a while n’ bein’ easy to keep goin’ if y’all talk about somethin’ you’re both fond of.

Try not to be discouraged if you two ain’t quite back to as comfortable as y’all were before after just one conversation, okay? Could very be that they’re feelin’ a lot more shy than they were on that day y’all were gettin’ along so well. After all, it’s fair to say you ain’t feelin’ so confident in your ability to talk to ‘em right now, and they could very well be goin’ through the same thing.

If I can offer any more guidance than that, feel free to ask me, my dear! I hope all goes well with you and your friend!”

#asks #friend anon #feel free to keep me updated too!

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WARNINGS: gender play, anal play, analingus, prostate orgasm, pegging, masturbation.

NOTE: Oh SHIT! It's all going down! Haha I'll see you guys in 2020 with the final chapter in this tale (but not in the White Noise universe, of course)!

=Chapter 10

The usual bag of tricks rested comfortably in the passenger seat of Winter Schnee's car as she neared Qrow's apartment. They had not been set to have a meet-up for a few more days, but she thought she might surprise him with an impromptu visit. A cancelled business meeting left her afternoon wide open, and she would rather check in on him - and hopefully net herself some "afternoon delight" - than find some paperwork that hadn't been done yet, or else go bother Weiss and Yang yet again.

Of course, one of the unspoken reasons she was being so nice and considerate of him lately was because she felt a bit guilty for keeping secrets. It was implicit that when Ruby had contacted her with a few simple-yet-direct questions, she would not tell her uncle. That was a line neither relation wanted to cross, and she full well understood the reasons.

Especially when she had asked Winter if she'd be willing to engage her in what she termed a "practice session"; not a real one, and not one that would end in either of them being stimulated to orgasm, but just one that would sort of walk her through the types of things that could happen in person, rather than reading or talking about it in theory. Winter had of course started out asking why she didn't approach Blake, but when directed to ask her herself, Blake's response-text was pretty curt.

"You really think I want to Dom my ex's little sister?! No WAY, not even for practice; it's just too close to home for me personally. You can if you want to though, I trust you to treat her right"

With that thought in mind, Winter chuckled to herself as she pulled into a parking spot near Qrow's apartment. It was going to be weird, taking on someone as inexperienced as Ruby who was even slightly related by blood to her usual Dom, but she also thought it showed remarkable maturity for her to ask for this type of session rather than jumping straight into the deep end. And, as directed by Blake, she would treat the girl with the utmost of care. That was a lot more important than her other reservations.

Then she was knocking at Qrow's door, so she decided to put all thoughts of Ruby out of her mind until afterward. It was only prudent. The first few seconds of Winter knocking, there was no response. It wasn't until she knocked for a second time that some footsteps could be heard approaching the door, and the latch was heard turning.

"What part of 'give me a week' do you not understa- oh…" The instant the door was thrown open, the angered rant was immediately cut off. An unshaven, unkempt Qrow had opened it, looking rather worse for wear – and smelling of beer a lot worse than usual, as well.

"Oh," was all she had to say at first. Seemed Winter caught him on a bad day. Her excitement over surprising him began to dwindle at an accelerated rate as she took in the look of him… and the smell. It was a combination of liquor and unwashed male that did not become him. "I… sorry, I should have called first. Don't know what I was thinking." Of course, she did, but now it seemed stupid and she didn't want to admit she was hoping to "surprise" him.

"No no I- uh… Sorry, been a hectic day." Although that's all he admitted, it certainly seemed like the wrong word. Taxing, perhaps, but this didn't seem like something caused by a rush of being busy for a single day. Realising he'd left her still standing in the doorway, he stood to one side, gesturing to the living room. "C’mon in."

With a duck of her head, she did so, looking around the room. Everything was a shambles. A few things were in cardboard boxes, and everything else was stacked up randomly, or else stuck in trash bags.

"What… happened to your apartment? Were your robbed?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, right." Shutting and locking the door behind the door behind them both, he ran a hand through his greasier than usual hair in thought. This was particularly strange for Qrow. His place was rarely tidy, but this much was a different story. It clearly wasn't just things the usual day-to-day mess, and unless he suddenly developed a hoarding habit, there seemed no explanation he could give.

"I'm just…” Qrow laughed and shrugged. “Havin' a good oll clear out. Y'know, throwin’ out some trash, organising, all that Queer Eye shit."

"Some trash? This is… just about everything you own!" Then she cleared her throat and attempted to smile, despite being so wrong-footed by the circumstances. "Well, if you'd like a lift to the store, or… to Goodwill… I have my car."

"Not today, thanks. I still need to decide what I can put on eBay, what I can give to the nieces… I guess I got pretty caught up in it all." Again, it seemed like a made up excuse. At this rate, him being robbed would have made the most sense for his behaviour and the strange circumstances she found him in. Still, Qrow was stubborn, and too proud for his own good.

Although there was one thing that was shooting his pride down a little, that was becoming obvious when he held an arm up to quickly sniff, only to curl his nose up. "Right… I should probably have showered today. Just got distracted."

Her own nose curled just as much. "Indeed. In fact, in you get, and then we'll… find you some supplies, or I can help sort. Ah, ah, ah!" she cut him off when he tried to speak, pushing him toward the bathroom. "Shower now, worry about these other things later."

"Alright alright, fine. Just, let me look at stuff before you throw 'em out, alright?"

The instant the water could be heard running, Winter set to work. The coffee table had already been cleared, and was now home to a stack of boxes, each labelled accordingly. With the weight of some of them, it really did seem like it was everything rather than just a charity haul. The rest of the room was more or less cleared, which left the only two alternatives to be the kitchen or the bedroom.

Considering Qrow would still need to use the kitchen, Winter headed to the bedroom instead. A sight that appeared much more like Qrow; an unmade bed, clothes over the top of the sheets, and a messy computer desk. At the very least this didn't look like a looter's treasure trove like the living room did.

"Even in here," she sighed, beginning to straighten up the papers on his desk a bit. There wasn't really anything there that looked like it might need to be sold off, so she focused instead on making it look orderly. However, as she was stacking a few of them up…

She saw the word "overdue" in red. Much more importantly, she saw the "eviction notice" at the top in large, bold letters.

Freezing on the spot, she looked away from the paper as she thought furiously. This wasn't her business. Qrow was not her "boyfriend", or someone that was more permanently part of her life; they didn't have a domestic arrangement of any kind. At the same time, he was a friend, and one she cared very deeply about. She knew she should forget she saw it and pretend that she never had, but concern for his welfare won out over the need to respect his privacy.

As she had feared, he was being evicted. Too many late rent payments seemed to be the main cited reason, although the letter also made sure to mention a few noise violations. Her head dipped guiltily; that was as much her own fault as Qrow's. How could he never have mentioned this? Her curiosity demanded she dig further into the other papers, but she resisted. The one on top had been bad enough, and it was in plain sight.

As she set the papers down, she bumped the laptop and the screen came on. The browser was open to craigslist, showing a few pictures of an apartment above someone's garage. It was a small space that didn't even have its own bathroom; something for a boy fresh out of college to think of for saving money, but nothing for a fully-grown man to call home. Other open tabs were also listings of various different apartments; similar, tiny one room places that didn't even come furnished. One of which even showed a photo of a mattress on the floor being the bed of someone previously. Why was Qrow looking for something this cheap?

Perhaps he could answer those questions in person. The sound of running water had began to fade away, and within a few more minutes, the bathroom door opened. Having forgotten to take a spare set of clothes, he entered the bedroom with only a towel around his waist to cover up.

"Sorry, Snowbird, I just gotta grab-" But he stopped in an instant when noticing the expression on her face, and that the laptop screen was now lit.

"I… apologize," she told him immediately, face carefully neutral now. "It wasn't my intention to snoop, and I hope you can believe me, but you should have told me about this."

There was a deep sigh from him as he ran a hand over his now shaven chin. So she had obviously seen everything, considering how all the bills were sorted into a pile as well as the lit screen. No faking out of this one. "How exactly do I tell ya? With flowers and a smile? Winter, it's fuckin' humiliating admitting I've been late with one payment, let alone four months straight."

"Four months? And you didn't…" Then again, he had just said it was humiliating; obviously he wouldn't want to tell her a single thing for fear of losing face. "Well, I'm… sorry to hear you're having money problems, Qrow, but I assure you that-"

"But nothing," he interrupted, glaring in her direction instead and frowning. "Everyone's got enough to worry about, with Weiss being ready to pop and the media trying to get into all that. The record biz for you and your pops. My income issue’s the last thing you guys should be worried about."

With a heavy sigh, Winter leaned against the desk, staring down at a patch of floor between them. "So, when were you going to let the family know? When they came to call and the landlords told them your forwarding address is under a bridge?"

"C’mon, don't exaggerate." Rolling his eyes for a moment, he went back to what he intended in the first place; find a set of clothes to wear. As he got a set of underwear from the nearby drawer, he was able to see one of the flats on the screen again. One of the worse of the few he had looked at. "So I'm not gonna be setting up in the Hilton… so what? Who needs a personal bathroom anyway? Just more for me to clean."

"Don't be stupid. You're not taking that place, even if you do have to take one of these." Her hand drifted toward the laptop again, but she opted not to touch; she had seen too much already, and he was cross. "Do you… want me to come with you to look?"

"No!" Leaning against the desk, he couldn't even power himself to look at Winter anymore. This was probably the worst she had seen him in a long time, and she'd caught him in some of the roughest patches. As he looked down to the numerous notices again, he found his hand curling into a fist. "Don’t need your damn pity, okay? I don't want people worrying about me! I'm a grown man, I can look after myself. I-I… I should be able to, anyway. Not some big baby."

She started to take a step toward him, then thought better of it and remained where she was. "Yes, but… if that isn't working, you should also feel like you can reach out for help. It's a brave man who does all he can on his own, but the foolish one who keeps trying alone when…" Her sigh was regretful, but she finished her statement anyway. "When clearly, it's not working."

"I don't need the speech, or a pity party." There wasn't much more he could say other then that. Finally turning back around, he sat himself on the end of the desk instead, running a hand through his damp hair. "What's done is done. Unless I somehow win a wad of cash, I can't exactly afford somewhere decent."

"You could stay with Taiyang, couldn't you? Just until you get back on your feet. And I have spare room, and I'm fairly certain Yang and Weiss do, too." A hint of a smile ghosted across her face. "You could be their live-in nanny. Sounds like a sitcom, doesn't it?"

Yet again he found himself rolling his eyes. "Yeah, I'd be a great influence on a kid, ��specially on the days when I'm so wasted I can't get up. They've already got one mental case in that house, they don't need two."

But the instant that phrase left his lips, he froze up again, eyes beginning to widen when he realised what he'd just implied, and what he was referring to. That was a line that should never have been crossed again, especially not aimed at his own family.

"That was too far. Way too far. Shit."

Winter did laugh, but it was a strained, uncomfortable laughter. "As if I'd blame you. Don't forget, I'm the one that essentially caused her to have a mental illness in the first place."

Yet again, he deeply sighed, looking off outwardly into the distance. He knew he'd said enough, even if the person in question wasn't around to hear it. It still didn't make it fair. "Some surprise this is, huh? You come for some afternoon fun for yourself after a long day and have to be dealing with me being a dick to our family. Feel free to bail now if you want."

"A 'dick', hm? Not to my way of thinking. This… has been worrying you for a long time, hasn't it?" He didn't answer, so she finally walked around the desk and sat next to him, close enough that they could easily touch. "I wish you didn't think you have to walk through this alone."

"But I do have to, Winter. I'm the one that didn't pay my own damn rent, I'm the one that needs to find a new place. As much as I appreciate the company and the thought, I'm not gonna drag anyone down into my own personal swamp of bullshit!"

This wasn't like anything Winter had ever seen before in him. Qrow was usually so full of himself, annoyingly so. It was like he was an entirely different person. After a long minute of silence, she said in a soft voice, "Then… should I leave you be? You didn't invite me over, and clearly I'm just in the way here. When you have this much to think about, I'm…" Her hands made a helpless gesture.

There was still no further response. But it only took looking at him to see that one wasn't needed. The words might have strongly suggested he wanted to be alone, but from the shrugged shoulders and tense expression, it was very obvious he wanted the opposite. He was just far too stubborn to ask.

"Stop being so anal," she teased, bumping his arm with her elbow. "Relax. I know the temptation to be all wound up about this is heavy, but I know from experience, stressing yourself out will not improve a single thing."

"How the hell do you put up with me?" He finally found himself looking up from the floor and toward her. The confidence was still absent, but at the very least, he was able to force a nervous laugh of his own, even if it only lasted a second. "I can't be what you picture of an ideal guy. Alcoholic, unemployed, arrogant; yet you still give me the time of day. Makes me wonder if you're kinda nutty yourself."

"Obviously. Then again… I sometimes think we all are, in our ways. At least, when I said that to my therapist, she agreed that it's probably true - and she's a professional."

"Huh. Didn't think you were the therapy-going type." But after that, there was yet more silence in the room. As much as jokes and comments were Qrow's strong point, this didn't seem the time. But in the end, he rubbed the back of his neck again. "I guess… Well, it's embarrassing enough for me to admit this shit to Tai. And with the baby n' all, I’d be dumping stress on top of stress. I barely know Glynda, didn't feel right even thinking about talking to her. Then you…" Shrugging his shoulders again, he followed that with, "I'd rather not risk the best thing that's happened to me in a looong while."

Winter had no easy response for that. Instead, she merely leaned back against the desk for a few seconds, pondering his comments. Eventually, she whispered, "I'm not going anywhere. Especially not when… it looks like you need me right now."

"Then you really are crazy." He chuckled to himself again, getting up from the desk at last to continue fetching a set of clothes like he'd first intended. But pausing just after he'd pulled out one of the drawers, he looked to her with a smile. "But… I guess I should admit, as miserable as I am right now, I am happy to see you."

"That's good. If you saw me and thought 'Oh shit, it's Winter,' I'd be more concerned." Smirking as he fetched his clothes, she gestured around the room. "And anyway, you've made a good start with packing, wherever you end up. So I don't think you're totally hopeless."

More and more, he was beginning to think about what was said. She had a spare room. He'd noticed it a few times in his moments of staying overnight, but never really got to have a look. If it was anything like her master bedroom, it would be a fair size. Definitely no worse than the very flat he was about to be kicked out of – and a considerable upgrade from any of the ones on craigslist. It also offered good company, in and out the bedroom.

But there was a problem.

"You offering me your spare room though. No offense, but it’s kinda outta my range; I couldn't afford to pay toward rent of that place if I sold everything I had."

Her lips quirked into a slight pout. "Do you really think I'd accept your money if you tried? Not when you're in the position you are, Qrow. I do expect you to help keep the place tidy, buy some of the groceries, things like that, of course. But that's only if you would consent to living there."

"…You're serious?" He had been just about to slide on a pair of boxers before he froze, looking over to her again and raising an eyebrow. "What about your pop? Or Weiss even? Thought you had rules with mixing work and play."

"I do," she sighed heavily. "But this is more important; it's about your survival, your quality of life. I'd still prefer to keep my family from finding out, but they so rarely visit my apartment that it won't likely be an issue."

"Huh." It still seemed such an alien concept to him, that someone was so willing to help him and ask for nothing in return. Apart from paying for groceries of course. "You're actually willing to put up with me in your apartment? Cause I warn you now, I like watching cheesy sitcoms and war movies."

"I tend to watch more documentary programming than anything. However, I'm sure we can find a happy compromise." Then she fixed him with a hard stare. "I would insist that you try finding employment again; I know luck has been against you, but there has to be something out there for you. Just so you don’t think this will be a handout."

"Well, I'm doing that anyways. I do the odd job for cash-in-hand when people call, but other than that most of my day is job hunting." Though when Winter raised an eyebrow in doubt, he spared her a small smile. "And drinking, I guess."

"Well, there will have to be less drinking. I'm not saying give it up, but you have to cut back if you're to be presentable to interviewers; keep it to the evenings."

"Never drink before an interview." The very conversation with Winter was seeming like an interview of its own, but it was far more bearable when the end game was considered. It really would be a solution to his problems, and be far more convenient for them both. In fact… "Does this mean extra play?"

That brought about the most catlike smile he'd ever seen on the businesswoman, but instead of responding verbally, she merely shrugged.

"Oh come on, your big strapping Rooster just down the hall; how can you resist?" There was the Qrow she knew and liked. Over confident and flirty, and still with nothing on. Giving a small smirk, he abandoned that task, and instead sat on the edge of the bed. "And I can tell that's why you came today, right?"

"Well, yes. Not that I knew there would be a problem, of course, but… I had intended to grant you a surprise session with Princess." Her head nodded toward the living room as she added, "And I have the accessories to prove it."

"Then I guess these will be useless for the evening…" He threw the pair of boxers straight back into the drawer, standing up again as his smirk got even more mischievous. "One more noise complaint won't hurt; might as well leave with a bang."

"Pun intended?" she chuckled, walking past him into the living room, where she had left the supplies. In no time at all, she was walking back into the bedroom, eyes flicking to his nude form.

"So, I brought along a pretty fair selection. Nothing big or bulky, but most of the various items we might use are here. Anything you're in the mood for?"

That was a good question. In their months together, there wasn't much left to explore. Most anything dominating with Winter had been tried, and most things with Qrow had also been attempted, apart from those that didn't abide by his rule.

Although, that rule was starting to become less of an issue. The more Qrow thought back to the conversation with Blake that first time, that gesture with her finger, the more he was beginning to seriously consider letting the rule slip. Winter would know what she was doing, and they had safety words. There was very little reason to stop them from experimenting except for his own anxieties.

"Maybe… you could Dom tonight?"

That caused Winter to blink, and quite a few times. "Me? Oh… I had assumed you'd want to be on top." Mostly because his life was so out of control at the moment; she presumed he would want to regain that through play. Quickly she followed up with, "But of course, that's fine by me! What sort of experience are you interested in? Petplay? Spanking the naughty schoolboy?"

"Well, I kinda want your input on this one. Cause… something I wanna try. You remember the rule I set?"

"Which rule was that? Oh - the anal limit? Don't worry, I won't even go back there tonight. We can focus completely on Rooster's rooster." The last was said with a slight lilt of teasing, but mostly, her tone was very gentle with him. She wanted him to know that anything he wanted was his; she was fine with him playing the "power bottom" role for one night.

"Actually… damn, how do I put this?" Yet again he scratched his head. This wasn't going to be a regular session of play. It seemed that Ruby wasn't the only one of this side the family she'd be guiding through certain experiments. "I was wondering if we could, uh… try out some stuff."

"You… wait, wait." She walked over to sit down next to him on the bed. "This is a pretty sudden change, isn't it? Are you… sure? I mean, I have no problem - especially with you freshly showered - but if you're on the fence about this, then perhaps we should talk through it first."

Cheeks the tiniest bit rosy, he answered, "I've been meaning to bring it up a while actually. That first night we went to the club, Blake was tellin’ me about it. I was curious. But… y'know, macho pride, or whatever." He shrugged his shoulders yet again. "But I figure, you've just seen me at my worst, so there ain't exactly any shame anymore."

For a moment, she watched him as he carried the burden inside of himself. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips up against his neck before whispering, "I'll fuck your ass until you're begging for mercy, Qrow. But that won't heal what's inside of you. If you do want to talk later, I'll be around."

It brought a smile to his lips. Turning toward her instead, he looked once again between two things. Her eyes and her lips. Both were fast becoming his favourite thing, even if the relationship wasn't a romantic one. It was a friendship that brought comfort to them both, something that meant it didn't matter what people thought. With that in mind, he asked, "Don't suppose you wanna stay the night?"

"Oh, I could be convinced," she sighed, as if it were some great burden. Then she reached back and gently patted his hindquarters. "Now, as for this… you'd better start thinking about just how much you want to try tonight. I'll give you a good fingering if you want, or we could go even further than that. Up to you."

"Fingers sound like the best start," he agreed, finally undoing the towel and tossing it to one side instead. It seemed pointless to keep it on now. Yet again, he found himself looking to the bag that Winter had prepared. No doubt she would have only brought items to suit her needs in anticipation he'd take charge as normal. The strap on wouldn't be in there. However…

"Hey, what about that vibrator? That in your bag of tricks?"

Her smile was growing wider. "Somebody really is feeling adventurous!" Her hand trailed up his toned chest, through the iron-grey hairs that curled gently there. "How about… you let me take care of you, and worry about what I have with me later? I'll start off wearing a glove and then try some fun things." The hand stilled. "But don't forget our safety signal, and use it if I try something that doesn't sit right."

"Yeah, the chicken noises, got it." Nodding in agreement, he finally shuffled himself further back on the bed, laying back on it. A glove didn't sound so scary, not when Winter would know how to take absolute care. Looking to her from his angle, he smirked. "Have at it, I guess."

"You guess?" she burst out, unable to keep from laughing. Meanwhile, she did stand up from the bed to fetch her bag, out of which she nipped only two things: a small bottle of lube, and a pair of disposable latex gloves. "Now, this doesn't have to have all the 'domming' language if you don't want, but if it is what you want… you know what two words you have to say to start things off."

"Long as you're gentle." He had already began to part his legs, enough to give Winter plenty of room to work with. If it was any other situation, he would have leapt straight in, allowed Winter to call him everything under the sun. But in this instance, he wished for a more gentle start, just till he was used to things. Still, he trusted her enough to do that, and uttered those words: "Begin Play."

Winter paused to smile down at him as she pulled on the second glove before she nodded to convey her understanding. A thoughtful expression passed over her face; there was a route she could take their evening, but wanted to test it out first. See if he was interested.

"Someone's been a bad little girl." Then she raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a response.

Little girl? That made Qrow raise an eyebrow. Seemed they were going to be experimenting with more than just his back end. Not knowing how else to respond, he lowered his head. "Yes, Princess."

A hand pressed to her lips as she suppressed a laugh. She had been expecting him to gruffly brush off calling him a "girl" in this situation - or any other! But now that he had acquiesced… this might be fun, indeed.

"Poor girl," she sighed, trailing a hand from hip to down along the thigh. "Keeping secrets like this… it won't do. Princess will have to punish you."

"This is gonna be so weird…" he muttered under his breath, yet did nothing to stop her as she toyed and stared at him more and more, finding himself beginning to blush. Her other hand fell to her hip as she gazed down at him, wondering where she might go from there. His anatomy was not erect, but it was fully exposed for her to toy with. But should she?

Not yet. "Turn over, because this little girl has earned herself a spanking."

"Yes, Your Highness." Back to spanking again. Seemed Qrow had discovered what Winter particularly enjoyed when it was her turn to be dominant. As much as he didn't mind, he was rather glad that she didn't have the paddle this time; the last session had him unable to sit properly for a few days. Rolling over as asked, he couldn't resist giving his hips a small shake to entice her.

"Ooh, she wants it," Princess chuckled as she watched her target sway. "We'll see how long that lasts." And without another warning, she reared back and gave it a little SMACK!

"RGH!" Even if it was barely anything compared to what Winter was capable of, it was enough to make him flinch, and clench his backside in response to the pain. But it wasn’t really bad. He could never explain why if someone were to ask, but it was almost an enjoyable sensation.

"Naughty little thing," she breathed, rubbing her hand in a circle over his cheeks. "You know you should have told me about the money. That you wanted to be fingered. This is what happens when you don't tell Princess everything."

Then, another spanking, this one with a smidgen more force. Flinching yet again, he growled under his breath. As much as the money situation was still a worry, Winter had offered enough of a solution for it to be talked about without too much stress. Frowning, he tried to look back toward her.

"S-Sorry, Princess. It won't happen again."

"Of course it won't. My naughty girl is learning her lesson, isn't she?" Another swat, followed by more caresses. "Learning it good."

Another flinch, another grunt, Qrow could only push his head into the pillows. The treatment and name calling still was an alien concept. Not that he got as much out of it as Winter did, but he could handle it. Yet again, he swayed his hips side to side, trying to entice more. Rearing back, she obliged what his hips were telling her, rearing back to thud her hand into him yet again. And again. With one more, she stopped and stroked over his soft hemispheres of flesh, taking a moment to trail down to the dangling sex and rub over everything there, as well.

"Does she like this?"

"Yes…" Perhaps it was the idea of being owned that made the pain so titillating. He could certainly see why Winter enjoyed being dommed so much. But yet again, it couldn't last. One strike hit the same spot too hard, and the pain was too much to ignore. Wincing, he grasped the sheets, breaking his character a moment. "O-Okay, no more. It's good but… argh."

"Agreed, I think you've had enough punishment. Now, it's time for your reward." Instantly, a finger was pushing up against Qrow's tightly-puckered hole. "And I think you've been waiting for this for a long, long time, haven't you?"

"Argh!" Instinctively he was pushing himself further against the bed, eyes snapping open wide as he gripped the sheets yet again. "Easy! Your… girl needs… a little warning. Help me get ready."

"I'll make her ready." But a moment later, there was a cold, wet sensation dribbling down from higher up, and the fingertip began to move from side to side as it coated the opening in wetness.

"Nnnn! Nnnoooo waiting with you, is there?" With this being more of an experimental session, Qrow wasn't too concerned with keeping his character. If anything, it made it more enjoyable, putting him at ease on what was going to happen. Within no time, he was relaxing into the sensation, letting go of the sheets and letting himself fully sprawl out for her. Already he could feel his rear relaxing as well, muscles loosening to let her in.

"Nope," she told him easily as her digit moved back and forth. He seemed to be much more open to this action than last time, and she could already feel the resistance giving way. The other hand drifted back and forth over his package, but not truly stroking; just teasing lightly.

There was a pleased smile on his face all through her actions. The more she prodded, the more he was opening up to her actions. Eventually he even found himself pushing back against them, biting his lips in anticipation for what was to come. He could tell this was going to feel good.

And it did - when she replaced the finger with her tongue, pushing it in to the level the fingertip had penetrated without any hesitation.

"AAaaaahhhh!" For the second time, a tongue was pressed into his tight opening, wedging him open around the wet muscle. Why was someone of her stature so keen on putting her tongue here? It was mad! But it was doing the trick, helping him open up more and more.

"Mmhhh," she breathed into him as she continued the treatment, both hands gripping his backside - and a lot harder than was strictly necessary. Her tongue was deeper than she had pushed last time, waggling from side to side slightly.

"Nnnn! Wint- u-Uh, Princess!" he called out, finally now starting to clench at the sheets as her tongue worked its way deeper, opening him further and preparing him for what was to come. That was if she planned that anymore.

"Is this what y-you like? T-to put your tongue there?!"

Back her face pulled, only for her finger to slide right back where it had been a moment ago. "Do you hear yourself?" she asked him in a confident tone as she easily flew past his lowered defenses. "Why do you think I like doing it? It makes little girls moan."

"Aaah… Hah… Aaaah…" But the moaning didn't begin until he felt the gloved finger return to the area again, until it pushed even firmer past the outer ring. The lubricated latex had finally worked her magic inside his body. Knowing it was his first time going that far, in that area, Winter began to push in and out at a very gradual pace. She knew how wild she could drive him, but there was no sense in scaring him off by jumping the gun.

The noises coming from Qrow were unreal. She was barely even in there and already he was continuously moaning and growling under his breath. How could he have not known how sensitive that area was? How could people in general not know this?! It was no wonder men like Sun would submit themselves if this is what they were feeling.

"Look at this little slut," Winter purred as she increased her pace, watching as the skin dragged against her knuckle on its way back out of him. "She really enjoys what I'm doing. Probably wanted this for a long, long time now… just didn't know how to ask."

"Hhhh!" He continued to growl out against the pillow, finding himself even pushing back against the fingers! For shame, he really did enjoy this more than he wanted to admit.

Especially so when he felt her finger brush against something very particular inside, and ended up suddenly gasping. The little sound caused Winter to hesitate, glancing down at him.

"Ooh, did I find something fun inside of her? What could it be?" Her finger hooked downward again, attempting to tease the same spot. Of course, she knew where it was, but she hadn't been aiming for it so early on.

"Fff-fuck! W-What is…" He could barely string a sentence together anymore. The finger stroked over that something a little more fully now, rubbing up against the oddly ridged little mass inside of him. This wasn't her first time toying with one, but it was the first time she'd touched Qrow in such a deeply sensitive region. His reactions were enough to encourage her to do more.

It was such an intense sensation. He couldn't get enough of it! The tightness of his own muscles around her finger added in with the massaging of the gland was becoming one of the greatest things he'd ever felt, even if it had barely began. In fact, it brought another bout of delicious shame when he could already feel his legs beginning to quiver, as if he was about to finish.

With a giddy little laugh, she stretched down and behind her as she continued to tease his little entrance, having to stretch her arms out but being able to reach. Then she began to shift slightly from side to side as she maintained the pace, not even bothering to explain her actions.

The strangest thing Qrow had ever felt happened. He finished, as he suspected he would, ending up shivering and shuddering at the mercy of Winter's fingers while he growled out loudly. And yet, he could feel nothing had happened with his member. It was barely even hard, but there was nothing aside from the slight glistening of pre. But it had felt like an orgasm.

"Whu…" he panted. "What was that?"

"Ooh, interesting…" Leaning back in, Winter's free hand drifted up and down his thigh as she held her finger still for a moment. "Seems like you have just enjoyed your first internal orgasm. You really are a good girl now."

"Internal… what?" Eyes widening, he took another few breaths to compose himself. "You mean you can have a butt orgasm?!"

Giggling bemusedly, Winter's finger began to move again now that he had a moment to recover. "I can't, not really. But you can in very rare instances. Anatomical differences, you know."

"Jesus…" Qrow laughed to himself, still gripping at the sheet as Winter's finger kept itself buried in his rear end. Amusingly, he could continue. In fact, he welcomed the sensation. This really was something new.

"Is my little butt-slut ready for more?" she asked. There was no further elaboration on what she meant, only the question itself.

More. It was something totally new to Qrow that he could do this multiple times in one sitting, or that he even felt up to that. But the finger buried deep within him was still sending tingles, still made him feel incredible. He certainly did want more. Slowly nodding against the pillow, he muttered, "Yeah."

At this muttered wish, she began to more vigorously move her finger back and forth. In the meantime, there was a snapping sound; the lube bottle being opened again, followed by the wheezing of it being poured… but he could not feel any more lube dripping onto his body. What did she mean to do next, exactly? For now, he didn't care. He was just continuing to enjoy the sensations of the finger pumping in and out of him, pace speeding up faster and faster. He might very well have felt like another one, but it felt like something was missing. He'd need stimulation in another area.

"Highness?" He only just managed to ask. "C-can I… Stroke myself?"

"Not yet. Princess still has a surprise for her girl."

A surprise indeed. Next second, the finger withdrew from inside of Qrow and was replaced with something… rounder, larger. Slightly more blunt. Already, it was edging into his body at an extremely slow pace.

"Wha- ah AH AAAAH!" Something was spreading the backside muscles far more than before. Qrow didn't even know that he was able to open up that wide! When it slid inside an inch, he had to look around to find out what it was…

And there was Winter, towering above him, with a length of her own attached to her hips. A rubber one that was doing it's job penetrating his body.

Noticing his gaze, Winter smiled sweetly down at him. "She's noticed her new friend." Her voice was honeyed and soft, and she paused that slightest amount inside of him, letting him adjust. "Do you like it?"

"You're… You're actually… F-fucking me?" It was stating the obvious, but he still couldn't believe it. Even when it was right there before his eyes, he could barely believe he was letting Winter do this to him. Nor could he believe how good it felt there, how good his backside felt being filled by the new object. He needed more of that. As best he could, he tried to shamelessly push himself back onto it, biting his lip to resist moaning again.

"O-oh!" Winter gasped quietly when she saw him being so eager. "The little slut really seems to be enjoying herself! Well, then… shall we begin in earnest?" Pushing her hips forward slightly, she gave him another full inch of the implement before halting again. "Still good?"

"Ooohhh…" He nodded against the pillow, still growling outward in pleasure. It was still an incredible sensation, just as her fingers were earlier. He wanted to keep going, to let her thrust freely.

But he still needed more if he was going to finish. Unable to help himself, one of his hands released the sheets, and immediately went straight to his soft length. Grasping it, he already began to work at it, trying to get it firm and hard again. Never before had he felt this needy, and it was all caused by a fake dick in his backside!

For another moment, she held still and watched him perform, enjoying the show. Then, deciding he was ready for it now, she leaned forward and pushed herself all the way in to the hilt. He was so tight! Still, tight though he was, his body fully accepted her toy with relish. And it would again, and again, and again.

"AAAHH!"

When Qrow first talked about ending his time in the apartment with another noise complaint, this definitely wasn't what he had in mind! In fact, if anyone would have told him a few months ago that this was going to happen to him, he'd have laughed in their face. Yet as he pumped his hardened member, he continued to moan out loudly, unable to help but clench his muscles around the thick dong in his backside to feel it there.

"Honest question," she sighed as she began to thrust in earnest, in and out of his tight hole. "Would you rather do this on your back? I know we started like this, but… up to you."

It would make it easier to pump his length. And it would let him see just who was doing this to him. That was a factor he didn't mind at all, knowing a woman was bringing him so much pleasure in the only entrance he had. Deep down, he preferred that. There was less shame that way.

"O-on my back," he agreed. "I-if you don't… mind."

"Not at all, cutie." But she had a fun surprise in store for him. Lowering her hips as much as she could, displaying an incredible flexibility as she nearly did the splits behind his end, she began to roll him while the cock was still deep within his backside. It was not an easy task, but she seemed determined to make it work.

There was another strained moan as she moved him around as she pleased, feeling the lubed member swirling inside of his sensitive innards. He ended up on his back, resting his legs onto her shoulders to give her plenty of room to work with. Once more, his hand returned to his member, grasping it to keep it hardened.

When he looked up toward her again, his face was completely red. It was something she'd never seen before in him, an animalistic urge to submit. And it was only her who would ever see him like this. Wrapping her hands around his ankles, she favoured him with a dark little grin as she pressed her hips in a little more and rumbled, "So… are you ready for me to ride you all the way to the finish line, my little mare?"

"I thought… hah… Glynda was the mare?" he managed to pant out. Still stubborn, even when he wasn’t the Dom. But regardless, he was already starting to pump his member again. Slowly, just enough to keep the pressure on before she could continue. Clenching around the shaft inside him, he nodded. "R-ready."

"Tonight," she sighed as her hips drew backward an inch at a time, "you are my fine steed, young lady." Then, with no other forewarning, she thrust forward with twice the speed from before, slamming their bodies together with a soft little thud!

"Aaahh!" Another moan for Winter's mare as he was thrust into again with far more intensity than last time. And it didn't stop there; soon Winter was building up her pace. Quite literally fucking him. He increased his pumping to try and keep up, desperately trying to get himself to get another finish. It was more to prove that he could than anything else. Prove that he could finish with Winter being the one inside him.

Only Winter. Ever.

"That's right!" she crowed out, bending his legs back as she picked up to full speed. "Fuck yourself, little princess! Come all over yourself! Show me how much you like me drilling you!"

"AAAH! HAH! HAAAH! H-holy SHIIT!" It was the last he could take. Everything was all too much, and he found himself giving into her completely. Another shudder of his legs while she grasped his ankles, another few pumps later of himself, and he was done for. The length throbbed in his hand while he felt the muscles in his rear end clamp on the member, pushing him to orgasm for the second time this evening. It was unusual for Qrow to see this much seed he was releasing, and all over his stomach and chest, no less! It truly was a shameful sight. But by this point, he'd completely transcended the boundaries of shame.

Of course, Winter fell silent when she saw the white fluid splattering all over his body, looking down upon him with mingling awe and satisfaction. That was something she never thought she would see the normally-proud man do, but it was most definitely satisfying. Her pace began to slow gradually, but she didn't come to a stop entirely; it was too fun to resist.

Gradually, the moaning was beginning to get slower, quieter, and more strained. His pumping slowed to a stop, and he had to grasp the bedsheets instead. Two was more than enough for one evening, especially in this quick succession. With that in mind, he tried to push himself backward off the member himself, managing to pant a response.

"T-that'll do… M-mare's had enough."

Chuckling quietly to herself, Winter gave one good, hard, final thrust just to get a rise out of him.

"NNNN!" Amusingly, that firm push had pumped a little more seed out of him, only just dotting his abdomen. But he wouldn't let that continue for any longer. "Hey, knock it off, I'm gettin' sore here."

"Party pooper." But the next thing she said was, "I'm going to try to pull out slow and smooth. Are you ready?"

After grasping the sheets to brace himself, he nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be." Nodding her understanding, she drew back and out of him in one fluid motion, an inch at a time. One last shaky moan, and she was free. Already he could feel his muscles beginning to tighten up again, and already there was an odd feeling of emptiness now that she'd gone. Not that he would be asking her to put things back in any time soon.

"So…" He just began to catch his breath again. "This doesn't mean I'm gay now, does it?"

"Perhaps a little, but no more than I am." Her shoulder shrugged as she rubbed up and down his hip once his legs were lying flat again. "And as I keep insisting, I'm straight with some small amount of leeway. It's not an either-or."

"Yeah, guess so." Finally, he gazed down at his chest. Splattered with his own juices, more than he had ever thought he alone was capable of. "Jesus! And I just showered, too!"

"No reason we shouldn't both shower now," she sighed, looking down at the implement she had taken him with. "After taking care of this, I might want to. No offense."

"Hey, you're the one that decided fucking me with a strap on was a good idea! I just wanted fingers!"

Half way through his sentence however, there was a repeated buzzing sound coming from Winter's jacket pocket. It was too late in the day to possibly be a client, and her father said he wouldn't bother her. Who could it be? Stripping off her gloves as fast as she could, so they would be inside-out and not get on anything, she tossed them onto the bed and snatched up her phone to see who it was. When she saw Yang's number, her eyebrows rose as she answered it.

"This is Winter."

"Hey! It's me! Um… Y-y'know how you said to call if anything changed?" Yang was sounding a lot more flustered than normal, talking quickly and stammering the odd word. From the background noise, it sounded as though she was driving.

"Yes?" she put in. "So I take it something has-"

"DON'T TALK ON THE PHONE AND DRIVE AT THE SAME TIME, YOU IMBECILE!" a screeching voice ordered a little further away from the microphone. "WERE YOU RAISED IN THE WOODS?!"

"WELL I COULD HARDLY SET UP THE HANDS-FUCKING-FREE RIGHT NOW, COULD I?! DO YOU WANT FAMILY THERE OR NOT?!"

The yelling was even heard by Qrow, who had just been about to clean himself up with some tissues when he recognised Yang's voice. Stopping for a moment, he listened in.

"Sorry, didn't mean to yell, but yeah! You could say that; I think from the yelling she's in labour!"

"Oh? OH!" Completely stunned by this development, Winter's hand pressed against her face, leaving a very light powdering from the latex glove. "God, this is- SHIT! Shit, does it have to happen NOW?!"

"What? What is it?" Qrow had whispered to ask, still not even close to being clean just yet. He'd been too busy trying to listen to one half of the conversation.

"I know, why couldn't Weiss have held it in for another week like she was suppos-" That thought was beginning to trail off for a short moment. "I'm joking, Winter said something about the timi-"

"IF YOU WANNA PUSH THIS BABY OUT YOUR FUCKING DICKHOLE, BE MY GUEST!"

"Eh heh," Winter said in response to her sister's moaning. "Just… hold on as best you can. Which hospital are you going toward?"

"Vanderbilt. That seemed the best one and it's closest. And will you please STOP FUCKING YELLING AT ME, I'M TRYING MY BEST!"

"Hospital? Wait… are you kidding me?!" Qrow had finally caught on, sitting himself upright at last and actually making more of an effort to clean himself up this time. No doubt Winter would want to leave straight away, and he hadn't even got a fresh pair of clothes ready!

"And I'm wearing THIS!" Winter shouted, gesturing down at her pelvis. Next second, her good sense had come back to her and she told Yang, "I m-mean, I'll be there as soon as I can! Just take care of my baby sister! I trust you!"

"GO FASTER! Run that red light!"

"I ALREADY RAN THREE! O-okay, later!"

It wasn't exactly the most reassuring way to leave a conversation, but there were obviously other things on Yang's mind right now. Just as there were Qrow and Winter's. They would need to skip their shower, and definitely rush the clean-up. Grabbing yet more tissues, Qrow continued to clear away the vast amounts on his chest. "She's a couple weeks early, ain't she?!"

"Tell that to the baby!" Winter grunted, dashing into the bathroom. The only sensible thing in her mind at that moment was to take the strap-on off in there and leave it in the sink, where she could also wash her hands afterward.

Collecting a random shirt from the dirty laundry pile, Qrow took a quick moment to sniff at the pit area. No real stench, it would do. He was hardly going to put on a spotless shirt when he was still barely cleaned. Forcing it over his shoulders and quickly grabbing some underwear and pants, he was trying to rush as quick as possible to get ready.

"Can't she hold it off or something? Clamp her legs together?"

From the bathroom, he could hear a near-outraged, "Don't you know anything about biology?! She can, but not for very long before her body decides she's being stupid and pushes it out anyway!"

"Well how am I supposed to know that?! It thought it was like takin’ a… y'know what? I'm not even gonna finish that." Quickly forcing on a pair of socks, he was more or less finished. "Mind giving me a lift, too? I'm still over the legal limit. Didn’t think I’d need to drive tonight."

"Of course. We'll just… say I picked you up on the way there." Just then, she returned, sans one strap-on and looking much the same as she had when arriving, though a little worse for wear. "Oh, and… try not to be too startled when the inevitable happens."

"And what inevitable is that?" he asked, hurriedly walking to the front door to thrust his shoes on and collect his house keys.

As she passed him to open the door for him, given that he was still struggling into his shoes, she muttered two words under her breath: "Lube fart."

"Lu- oh come on, you gotta be kidding me! Way to make me feel super gay." Finally finished, he quickly dashed out the door, waiting for her to follow first before he locked it and they could get on their way.

"Aww, listen to her; she's so angry about the lube fart!" Winter cackled as they locked up and raced down the hallway. Undignified though it was, she would continue to laugh about lube farts all the way there.

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