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~Sweet tooth~

-A simple, slice of life-esque fluffy one shot-

Prompt: Coffee ☕

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It is a clear sunny spring afternoon, Ruby was happily skipping alongside Weiss on the Valen streets, barely able to contain her excitement, as they head towards a new date spot Weiss wanted to introduce Ruby to, a small cafe in a quiet corner of the bustling city called "La Fleur Blanche" that the ice queen enjoyed going to for some quiet alone time.

"Are we there yet?" Ruby chirped excitedly.

"For the third time Ruby. WE ARE NOT THERE YET. Its still a couple streets away!" The heiress answered in an annoyed tone, while trying (and failing) to hide the smirk growing on her face, amused by her girlfriend's excitement.

Were does this girl fit all that energy?

Weiss thought to herself as the two turn a corner. She acts like Ruby's boundless enthusiam for the smallest of things annoys her, but in truth? The heiress finds that part of her partner rather cute.

After a few more minutes of walking they finally arrived to their destination, a small but fancy looking building in a quiet backstreet, with the name "La Fleur Blanche" writen in cursive above the door.

"L...lay....flee-y...your...b...blan...chee?" Ruby stammers out as she squints her eyes, trying desperately to pronounce the foreign words in front of her, earning a chuckle from her girlfriend standing next to her. "Its "La Fleur Blanche". It means "The White Flower"."

Only then does Ruby notice the many potted white flowers decorating the front of the cafe. "Oh. Well that explains that." She says as she laughs awkwardly. The two of them walk inside.

The gentle chime of a bell resonates as the front door of the cafe opens. The barista- whom was fumbling under the counter- perks his head up to notice the two girls walking in, one of which he immediately recognizes as one of the regulars, Weiss Schnee, wearing a gorgeous baby blue sundress, accompanied by a cute bubbly girl wearing a simple red hoodie and short ripped jeans.

Well thats new. The barista thought to himself, the heiress usually came here alone.

He walks up to the cash register and greets the pair as they approach the counter. "Welcome miss Schnee! What can I do for you today?"

"One cappuccino with two oatmeal cookies please." Weiss answered.

"And what can I get you little lady?" He said facing Ruby.

"Hmmmmmm...." The short brunette squinted her eyes at the menu while scratching her cheek, trying decide what she wants, except she has absolutely no idea what that would be to begin with. Ruby doesn't usually go to cafes. She doesn't even normally drink coffee! Unless its destroyed with cream and sugar at least. So the small huntress was at a complete loss at what she should get. All these names are just so weird! You can't even tell what any of those drinks are!

The heiress figured this would happen, she brought Ruby here because she wanted to try to broaden the girl's tastes. But since her partner is largely unaccustomed to the world of coffee, she naturally as no idea what to order. So she decided she should give Ruby a little push. "I think a moka would suit your tastes pretty well." Weiss gently proposed.

"Oh! Uuum, yeah! I'll take that wiiiith...a strawberry shortcake please!"

The barista types the two orders into the cash register. "Alright. Do you want any garnish on your moka? Whipped cream? Caramel drizzle? Coco powder? Marshmallows?"

"Yes." The girl in red answers innocently.

"Excuse me what?" The confused barista asks.

"I said yes. I want all the stuff you just said. Oh! And can you put in some extra cream too?" Ruby replies casually, as Weiss runs her hands down her face in shame, while giving the barista a sympathetic look.

"How in the world can you handle so much sugar Ruby!?" The ice queen asks exasperatedly, as she pulls her wallet out of her purse to pay for their orders.

Ruby shrugs. "I dunno. How can you handle drinking something so freaking bitter???"

"Its called acquired taste. Something you could very much benefit from." The heiress said with a playful smirk, as she hands Ruby her cake and sticky, sugary monstrosity of a drink. Then grabs her how order.

The two of them settle down at a two seat table in the far back of the cafe. Ruby immediately hooks her legs around Weiss's under the table, she had an habit of doing things like that. Ruby really liked physical affection, she would always instinctively try to touch her partner in some way. Holding her hand, playing with her long ponytail, sitting on her lap. The heiress found it a bit overwhelming at first, but to her own surprise, she quickly grew accustomed to it, quickly learned to enjoy it even. The feeling of the brunette's soft hands against her own, the warm, comforting hugs and the faint rose fragrance that helped her relax everytime they cuddled.

It always made feel warm and content on the inside. It was nice. Especially considering how little affection she got growing up. Ruby had enough love to give to compensate for Weiss's entire childhood.

The two of them sat there and relaxed with their food and drinks, Weiss delicately eating her oatmeal cookies while Ruby went absolutely to town on her shortcake, taking several fork-fulls before washing it down with a big gulp of her diabetes concoction moka. Causing her partner to stare in disbelief.

"How can you possibly find this bastarding amalgamation of a drink palatable?"

Ruby wipes away some whipped cream off her lips. "Okay. First of all. I don't understand what the frick are half the words you just said."

The ice queen pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm asking how are you able to drink this? This drink probably contains enough sugar to litteraly kill a beowolf!"

That remark earned the heiress a loud snort from her girlfriend, the same kind of snort Ruby usually does whenever Weiss is being a "Drama Queen" as the brunette puts it.

"You're exaggerating Weiss! Its not THAT bad!" The girl in red said dismissively while waving her hand. "Here! See for yourself!" As Ruby puts her moka under Weiss's lips, the heiress reluctantly takes a small sip.

Right as soon as the creamy, almost gooey brown liquid touches Weiss's tongue, her mouth becomes overwhelmed by a nausea inducing assault of sweet flavors. Causing her face to crunch up in disgust. The mushy marshmallow mixed with the sticky caramel, the taste the chocolate made overpoweringly sweet by the added whipped cream and cocoa powder, the thick consistency of the drink caused the ice queen to gag as it slowly runs down her throat.

Weiss's almost comical reaction caused Ruby to snicker like a gremlin, earning a brief glare from the older girl, before she washed down the sickening sweetness with her own coffee.

"I brought you here in an attempt to get you accustomed to real coffee, but as I can plainly see it was an complete failure!" Weiss said jokingly. "I mean, I pointed you to the sweetest coffee on the menu to give you somewhere to start, but I didn't expect you would destroy an already sweet drink with even more sugar!"

Ruby laughed at that. "What do want me to say? You know I like sweet stuff!" She gave Weiss a taunting grin before taking another forkfull of her shortcake. "If you want me to get used to your tastes then maybe you should start by getting to mine!"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to eat as much sugar as you do. But might take you up on that idea..." She says as her eyes wander to a small smear of strawberry jam on Ruby's lips. "And I already know where I want to start."

Ruby raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by th-MMHHFF!?!?!" Before she could finish her question Ruby was silenced by Weiss's soft lips, Ruby closed her eyes and took in the feeling of the bitterness of the heiress' coffee mix with the sweetness of her cake inside both of their mouths, she then opened her eyes in surprise as she felt Weiss's tongue brushing against the corner of her lips, cleaning up the strawberry smear as she pulled away. Leaving Ruby flustered and bright red.

"Now thats a sweetness I can enjoy." Weiss said in a low whisper while looking Ruby in the eyes, aiming to fluster her further, to great success.

"Y-y-ou're welcome???" Ruby stuttered out, her blush growing deeper.

Weiss's seductive act didn't last long, as the both of them quickly broke down giggling.

The two of them held their hands together as Weiss spoke up. "Thank you for coming here with me Ruby, I know coffee really isn't your thing..." Ruby brought her partner's hand up to her face and gave a gentle kiss. "You don't have to thank me Weiss. I'd enjoy myself anywhere so long as I'm with you!"

The brunette chuckled. "I guess you could say...you're the sugar to my coffee?"

The heiress chuckled and rolled her eyes at that. "Of course you would come up with something that cheesy."

"I love you, my sweet little dolt."

"I love you too, my bitter little ice queen."

They said, as they smilled and gently nuzzled their noses together.

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dragonpickle29 · 6 years

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Writing Prompt: This house is only $10, 000 when it’s clear that it should be a million dollar house. Why do the owners want to get rid of it so badly?

"The open house is today, my love," an elderly wife told her husband over breakfast.

"Perfect," he replied around a mouthful of oatmeal.

She was Kristen Pashos, and he was Roth Pashos: a couple both somewhere in their late eighties, that had been together for over fifty years.

For forty of those years they lived in the biggest house money could buy to house their foster children as they came and went. Once all their children were adults, with families and homes of their own, the Pashos couple decided that they no longer needed such a large house. And so they had come to the agreement to sell the house, which would leave them with more than enough money to buy a newer, smaller house for just the two of them - and Mrs. Pashos' cat, of course.

After breakfast, as the two of them worked together to clean up the dining room, the door bell rung.

Mr. Pashos looked down at Mrs. Pashos' bare legs.

"Since you refuse to wear pants this early in the morning, I assume I should be the one to answer the door?"

His wife huffed, "No one in their right mind should be wearing pants at 11am."

So Mr. Pashos made his way to the front door, and when he opened it he found two bright smiles shining back at him. A squeal sounded from somewhere behind him and he was roughly pushed aside to make way for Mrs. Pashos.

A small Asian woman stood in the doorway with a young girl in her arms. Her name was Camille Zhao, and the little one was her newly adopted daughter, Louella.

Mrs. Pashos began pinching cheeks and talking about how big her former foster child, Camille, had gotten. Meanwhile, Mr. Pashos tried desperately to herd her back inside, begging her to put pants on. She finally folded and agreed to put on a long sundress that her husband had laid out for her this morning - which wasn't exactly pants, but it was close enough, and relationships are about compromise.

Mr. Pashos ushered the girls into the sitting room and began making tea. He was sure to add extra sugar into Louella's, because what else are grandparents for?

Mrs. Pashos came fluttering down the stairs and plopped down on the couch with an armful of old Barbie dolls for Louella to entertain herself with.

Camille was then bombarded with questions over tea and cookies.

"I can't believe you're actually selling this house, Mom." Camille looked fondly around the room. "I grew up here."

"All you kids did," Mrs. Pashos said as she watched her husband play dolls with their granddaughter, remembering how he had done the same with Camille in that very room.

"How much?" Camille asked quietly.

Mr. Pashos noticed the look of sadness that passed across her face as his wife rattled off a series of numbers.

"Did you want this house, Cam?" He asked her. "We'd gladly give it to you."

"Of course!" Mrs. Pashos exclaimed excitedly. "I would love to pass this house down to you, Camille! We know you want a big family just like we had, and this house would be perfect!"

"Absolutely not!"

"What? Why not?"

"Mom," Camille sighed, "Dad. I will absolutely not let you just give me this house. You always taught us to work for what we want."

"We also taught you that it's okay to ask for help."

"But I don't need it. My budget is $10,000, and that is plenty to buy a house, just not this house."

"But this is your home, Cam," her dad argued.

"I know." She scooped up Louella in her arms and continued on wistfully, "I would love to have this house, but I can't just take it. I'll have to find another one, no matter how much I miss this house. "

Two Days Later

Mr. Pashos was washing dishes in the kitchen when his wife came in, lugging around his toolbox.

She set it on the counter. "I have an insane idea," She told him.

"Great," he said sarcastically, not even bothering to ask what it was about - something he would soon come to regret.

As Mr. Pashos started to put the dishes away, Mrs. Pashos opened up the cabinet underneath the sick to expose the pipes. She rummaged through the toolbox until she found what she was looking for. With one mighty swing, she hit a hammer against a random pipe. Water exploded in her face, and Mr. Pashos finally starts paying attention to her.

"What the hell are you doing, woman?!" He picked up his toolbox and snatched the hammer out of his insane wife's hand.

Mrs. Pashos stood up carefully as water sprayed out of the busted pipe and covered the floor. "I told you I had an idea." She followed him as he walked out of the kitchen. "Where are you going?"

He answered without looking back, "I'm putting this on a high shelf where you can't reach it, and then I'm having you put in a mental institution."

"Okay," She explains, "If we mess up the house it will reduce the value and lower the price. Then Camille will be able to buy it!"

"Honey, there's no way we can destroy this house enough to lower the price to $10,000. And even if we did, Camille wouldn't want a destroyed house!"

Mr. Pashos set the toolbox down on a nearby couch and wrapped his arms around his wife. "I know you're going to miss this house. I am, too. It would be great to keep it in the family and be able to come back for holiday dinners. But I don't see that happening. None of the other kids are planning on big families, and Camille doesn't want it."

"She does want it," Mrs. Pashos protested,"She just can't afford it."

A Week Later

"I did something without telling you because I knew you would say no, but it worked so I can tell you about it now."

"Great," Mr. Pashos said as he turned off his TV to give his wife his full attention.

"I destroyed a part of the house that Camille won't care about but will still lower the price dramatically!" Mrs. Pashos said proudly.

Her husband closed his eyes and counted to ten in his head.

When he had done that twice, he finally asked, "Which part?"

"The reputation!" She bounced down on the couch next to him.

He opened his eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Okay, so, I wrote a story about this house, talking about how it's haunted-"

"But it's not," Mr. Pashos interrupted.

"It is now!"

"Oh my God, woman!" He sat up."Did you kill someone?!"

"No! That's plan C, we're still on plan B. It's a fake story, obviously. I uploaded it to one of those websites that posts really realistic fake news stories, and mine went viral!"

"How on earth did you manage that?"

"I made it really dark and gruesome. A family died here, lots of kids, lots of puppies. Very tragic."

"It sounds like it."

Mrs. Pashos then went into great detail about her story, more detail than her husband ever wanted to hear. She was truly a gifted storyteller, and it was truly a gruesome story. Luckily, Mr. Pashos had had a light lunch.

She was at the part where the murderer killed the butler, when the door bell rang loudly throughout the house, cutting her off, to Mr. Pashos' delight.

Mrs. Pashos sprang up from her seat to answer the door to a very angry Valene Cutler, their real estate agent.

"Mrs. Pashos, we have a serious problem. Please put some pants on so we can discuss it.," She said as she pushed her way inside.

"I'm not putting on pants in my own home!"

Ms. Cutler ignored this. "Someone has spread a horrible rumor -across all of the internet!- that this house was the scene of multiple murders. Now, I've looked into the history of this house and I'm absolutely positive that there has never been a death here-"

"Except for my sanity," Mr. Pashos interrupted.

"Mr. Pashos," She turned her anger on him, "This is not a joke. No one is going to want to buy the Puppy Murder House, as it is being called."

"Ms. Cutler, we have to sell this house," Mrs. Pashos told her urgently, "Even if we have to lower to price!"

"We'd have to give this house away to get rid of it!" Ms. Cutler threw up her hands in frustration and headed into the kitchen for something to soothe her migraine.

Behind her back, Mrs. Pashos smiled proudly at her husband.

A scream came from the kitchen.

"What did you do to your kitchen?!"

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