#blake is exasperated

[okmcintyre]

Bellamy takes his chance and speaks to Clarke again, for the first time since 'you're too important to me', 'you're my family too', 'Clarke's dead' and 'A-L-I-V-E'

[dr3smile]

So many things to unpack in that video.

[incorrectquotesbut100]

A misunderstanding…

Bellamy: *running towards Murphy with open arms*  Murphy: *moves out of the way*  Bellamy: Hey, why'd you move?! 

Murphy: I thought you were going to attack me…

 Bellamy: *offended noises* I was going to hug you! 

Murphy: Oh. Why would you hug me? 

Bellamy: *exasperated* WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU??

[constantvariations]

Prior to V3C11: Heroes and Monsters, are there any signs that Blake was abused? How well do you think her abuse arc as a whole is handled?

[sunricgod]

bruce “people ask too much of me, all of the time” yamada and vance “babe, i just asked you to have a regular sleep schedule” hopper.

[sinofwriting]

possessive and obsessive - Daniel Ricciardo (listen, please verse)

Words: 2,192 Summary: Sweets has an ex that just hasn’t been leaving her alone since the reveal of her and Daniel being together and now she sees him in person for the first time since the comments started. (Part of listen, please verse) Note(s)/Warning(s): Age Difference, Slight NSFW, gross ex, Daniel imagines being violent towards said gross ex and actually threatens him.

Taglist | Masterlist | Patreon | listen, please verse

Her bottom lip trembles before she quickly presses her lips together. Clicking her phone off, she tosses it onto the bed.

“Everything alright, Sweets?” She can’t help but smile at the sound of his voice, turning to face Daniel. “Just another comment from Matt.” Daniel makes a face at the name and she laughs. “You could block him.” She shakes her head, wishing it was that simple. “And have more stories about him and me come out. No thanks.” She scoffs. He frowns but then grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “Want to join me in the shower?” He asks, slowly letting his boxers fall to the floor. Her eyes dart to the hotel suite’s door, where at any minute stylists and such would be appearing, but she nods. “Hands to yourself though, Ricciardo.” His right hand comes up to rest over his heart, offended before shaking his head and darting forward to grab her. Dragging her into the bathroom as she squeals. “You said hands on right?” She laughs as his hands creep up her sides, lips leaving kisses all over her face. “Yeah, hands on.”

They’ve barely been in the shower for five minutes, most of which have been spent with her batting away Daniel’s hand as they graze her ass and breasts, when a knock sounds at the door.

“No.” He groans, bending to rest his forehead on her shoulder, uncaring of the way he’s getting pelted with water. “I’ll get your hair real quick for you, okay.” “My back too?” He asks straightening and she can see him wiggle his hips a little. Another knock sounds and instead of doing the sensible thing, she gives him a little shove. “Go let them in and come back.” “Yeah?” He grins. “Yeah.”

He lets out a loud laugh but quickly exits the shower and she can see him through the glass, carelessly wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Little tighter, babe!” She calls. “Those are my goods to look at!” He throws her a grin over his shoulder, but readjusts the towel so it covers more of him before darting out of the bathroom.

“Sorry about that, folks.” Daniel’s voice is loud. “It’s no problem, Mr. Ricciardo.” “Daniel, please.” He insists. “Uh, just give about ten or so minutes and we’ll be done showering.” “Twenty!” She shouts and she doesn’t need to see him to know that a large grin has bloomed across his face. “Twenty minutes.” He corrects and before any of them can say anything or at least that she can hear, he’s back in the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, dropping his towel and rejoining her in the shower. Making her squeal when he immediately grabs at her.

“Twenty minutes, huh?” Daniel asks, voice low as he presses closer and she swallows harshly feeling his dick starting to get interested against her thigh. She smiles as innocently as she can at him, “You have to wash my hair as well.”

They stumble out of the shower and the bathroom twenty-five minutes later, wearing the matching bathrobes that the hotel provided, though thankfully Daniel had brought in a pair of boxers with him so he wouldn’t accidentally flash anyone when he inevitably let the bathrobe come loose.

Sitting in the chair that Marie, one of the stylists she’s worked with before for the MET Gala, set up, she smiles at everyone in the mirror as the older woman starts to fuss about plugging different things in. “Sorry about the wait, everyone. Just had some things to take care of.” Daniel nearly cackles at her words and she notices Blake, who she hadn’t seen before give an exasperated sigh.

“Hi, Blake!” She quickly waves, before setting her hand back in her lap as Marie starts to work on her hair. “Sweets.” He tries to sound upset, but his lips twitch into a smile. “Can you two manage to behave yourselves while you continue to get ready.” “Of course.” She promises and she’s not lying. “I know that you guys already have a difficult day ahead of you, Danny and I will be on our best behavior now.”

—

Her mouth falls open in a silent sigh as Daniel grabs at her waist, pulling her into him and easily taking a bit of her weight off her sore feet. “I know, sweetheart.” He murmurs, when she keeps her head against his shoulder for a moment longer than normal. “Let me go to the bathroom, then we can leave, yeah?” “Please?” She whispers, eyes tight as she takes in all of the people. She had known when accepting the invitation that there would be tons of guests and this wasn’t her first gala, but this one was especially tiring and the reason for that was burning holes into her back. “Of course.” Daniel brushes his lips over her forehead, concern evident in his brow. “You want to come with me?”

Something in him burns at how she considers it and he wants to turn to look at the little scumbag that’s looking at her and tell him to fuck off. To wrap his hands around his throat, hold him up by it and watch as the oxygen starts to leave him before finally letting him go and hearing him wheeze, struggling to take breaths with a bruised windpipe.

“I’ll be alright.” She tells him. “Just be fast.” “I’ll be back before y’know it.” He tells her, giving her waist a squeeze.

She watches as he quickly heads to where the restrooms are, hands running over her dress as she tries not to slouch or let it show on her face how much the brand new heels she was forced into hurt her feet.

“Sweets.” She freezes at the voice. “It’s an interesting nickname.” She carefully turns around, pasting a small smile on her face. “Matt, how have you been?” His eyes are beady and the smile on his face has the hair on the back of her neck stands up. “Online a lot.” She nearly flinches at the response, because god wasn’t she aware of that.

It was all she saw when she went on social media, him with another slimy, disgusting comment under her instagram posts or tweets. It was all she saw with her name trending in different places, another story about him making comments about her and her not responding. And was she not responding because she was a stuck up bitch or because she had left him so far in the rearview that he never came to mind now? The thought of those makes her want to clench her jaw.

“Sweets.” He says again and this time she can’t help her jaw clenching. “Don’t call me that.” He lets out a laugh, eyes full of something. “You’ll let an old man call you that but not me?” She doesn’t say anything and something ugly twists his features even more and she’s struck with the grossness that at one point she had found him attractive, had wanted to date him, had been proud to date him. “Or is the old man only able to call you that,” he’s not able to finish because an arm is snaking around her waist and a hand is being stretched out towards him.

“Matt, right? I’m Daniel.” Daniel takes back his hand as soon as Matt starts to reach to shake his. “Thought you’d be taller.” He laughs and for the first time she sees a side of Daniel that has only come out when it’s just the two of them. Matt gulps, “Uh yeah, tv magic right?” He laughs and satisfaction burns in her at how he’s struggling to look at her now, how the way his pulse is jumping. “Wouldn’t really know.” Daniel laughs back and she watches intrigued as Daniel’s grip slackens a bit on her as leans forward and down into Matt’s space.

“Listen here, ya fucking cunt.” Matt’s eyes widened. “You stay away with from her, you stay out of her comments, you don’t fucking say her name, reference her in anyway.” Daniel rests his free hand on his shoulder, gripping it tight and watching as the younger man's features twist with pain. “Or next time we won’t have a nice little chat like this. Got it?” “Got it.” He nods frantically and Daniel squeezes a bit harder before releasing him.

Daniel’s hand moves from her hip to the small of her back and he’s steering them away and out of the venue. It’s quiet between them until they are tucked away in the car that Daniel had been offered for their trip by Red Bull.

“Are you alright, Sweets? Did he touch you?” “No, Danny.” She soothes, leaning into the hand that’s cupping her face. She doesn’t let him do it for long, taking the hand into her own and resting it on her thigh instead, a far more comfortable position for his hand as he drives. “He was rude.” And as she thinks about his words, about his comments, she can’t help but feel ashamed.

She had dated him, let him in her life, even if it had been brief, and because of that it was causing problems. She almost wishes that she had just given up towards the end and just slept with him, gave him something, instead of breaking up with him for that reason, of not wanting to sleep with him.

She’s broken out of her thoughts by Daniel scoffing with a shake of his head. “I can’t believe he came up to you. Thought he had the right.” “And you scared him off.” She reminds him, trying to bury the shame she’s feeling. “My knight in shining armor.” She swoons and laughs at how Daniel gives her a goofy grin. “I did scare him a bit, huh?” “Yeah, babe, just a bit.”

They go quiet again as they approach their hotel, his thumb rubbing at her covered thigh. And she knows that Daniel is concerned by her silence, by the way she had so quickly quieted. The concerned glances make the shame rise in her more and the emotions she had shoved down earlier before they got ready are coming back and she can feel her bottom lip trembling.

“Baby,” she sniffs at the pet name Daniel rarely uses as he parks. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She can hear the sound of his seat belt unbuckling and his hands are on her face, holding it gently, making her look at him. “What’s wrong?” He repeats. “I’m sorry.” He looks at her confused. “What are you sorry for? Matt?” She nods. “Oh, sweetheart. Him being a dick isn’t on you, that’s all him. I can guarantee that even if you had slept with him he’d still be commenting disgusting shit.” “But you shouldn’t have to deal with that.” “But I will.” He tells her, his eyes serious. “It’s not really dealing with anything, not when it’s you. And this is us, you deal with my shit as well.” She nods, there’s still a small ember of shame sitting in her, but it’s not heavy, overwhelming. “I’m still sorry about Matt.” He shrugs, “We both had shit taste before each other.” She wrinkles her nose as she remembers both her past boyfriends and his past girlfriends. “We really did.” He laughs before leaning forward, kissing her nose and watching as she goes cross eyed at the motion. “C’mon, Sweets. Let's get up to the hotel room and relax. Watch a movie or something.” She looks up at him from her lashes, “You don’t want to see what I have underneath my dress?” His eyes go dark and a shiver goes up her spine at the look. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to be spread out for me on the hotel bed, let me look at you, touch you.” She moans at the way his breath brushes his face as he leans in closer, over the center console. “Daniel.”

They nearly get told off by the manager when they enter the hotel and try to get to their room. It’s only him recognizing Daniel that saves him as she giggles in his arms as he gropes at her.

“Fuck, Sweets.” He groans when she’s spread out on the bed for him to see, a nice set of lingerie that matches his skin tone, the only thing covering her.

He’s still got his suit on, shoes thankfully off when he joins her on the bed, covering her body with his as he kisses her. “So, fucking happy that you’re mine, just mine.” “All yours.” She tells him, hands grabbing at his shoulders as he presses his hips into hers. “Never been anyone else's.” Possessive leaks from his voice, dripping out of his mouth into hers and she keens. “Just yours. Never been touched until you. Only person to ever touch me.” He swears at her words, snapping his hips and she can only imagine the mess she’s making of her underwear and his suit pants.

—

danielricciardo

Liked by yourusername, redbullracing, maxverstappen1, & 325,312 others danielricciardo: Older and more than able to keep up

@cixrosie @badbatch-simp24 @darleneslane @fanboyluvr @crystals-faith @andreea-15-25 @rewmuslupin @copper-boom @gemofthenight @peachiicherries @lpab @topguncultleader @iloveyou3000morgan @boiohboii @benstormy @elliegrey2803

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

First Date

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you try to hide your first date from your brothers, but it doesn’t work out so well.

“So who are you going with again?”

“Blake,” you told your big brother Sam as you searched for your purse.

“Wait, Blake?” Dean interrupted. “Is that a boy’s name or a girl’s name?”

“Um, I think it can be either,” you replied, not looking at Dean.

“And…in this case?”

“Oh, hey, found it,” you snatched up your purse and made a break for the motel door.

Of course you didn’t get far.

“Nu uh, we’re not doing this,” Dean grabbed your arm. “It’s a guy. Is this a date? You can’t do that without telling us!”

“I couldn’t tell you, because I knew you’d be weird about it.”

“Weird?” Dean scoffed. “I’m not gonna be weird.”

“Ok then,” you said. “I’m going now.”

“Hold on,” Dean blocked the door. “I think we should meet him before you go out.”

You groaned, “This is what I meant by weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Sam insisted. “Dean’s right, we should meet him.”

A knock at the door froze the conversation. You let out an exasperated sigh and reluctantly opened it.

“Hey,” Blake greeted with a smile. “I know you said to wait in the car, but you didn’t answer your phone so I thought-“

“It’s ok,” you assured him. “Let’s just go.”

“Hold on a minute,” you cringed when Dean spoke. “What’s the rush? Why don’t you come in.” It wasn’t a question.

“These are my brothers, Sam and Dean,” you introduced, and when your brothers turned away to lead Blake inside you mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

“How old are you?” Dean demanded.

“He’s my age,” you interrupted, glaring at your brother.

“Where are you two going?”

“Um…” Blake seemed unsure of himself. “We’re-we’re just going to a movie.”

“Yeah, and we’re gonna miss it if we don’t go now,” you urged, pulling on Blake’s arm. “So we’ll be going now.”

“Hold it,” Dean held up a hand. “Y/N, you can go wait in the car. I want a word with this kid first.”

You hesitated, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go if Dean didn’t go through his macho-man routine first.

“Fine.”

Once you were gone, Dean turned to the kid.

“She better be back in two and half hours, got it?”

“I don’t understand,” Blake frowned. “Aren’t you guys her brothers? Why are you-“

“Two. And a half. Hours. Do you understand?”

“Uh…yeah, for sure,” Blake gulped.

“And I shouldn’t have to tell you what’ll happen if you hurt her, right?”

“Definitely not,” Blake said.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to scare you,” the look on Dean’s face told Blake exactly the opposite of his words.

“Ok, so…I’ll just go now,” Blake started for the door.

“Oh, and Blake?”

He cringed and turned back to Dean.

“I won’t have to hurt you if you mess with her. She’s plenty capable of doing it herself. Remember that.”

“I will.”

[astro-in-prog]

Oblivious Colin explaining to his family exactly what kind of man Penelope deserves

Colin: Penelope deserves someone who respects her, who sees how beautiful and witty she is, how kind but fierce she can be.

Benedict: Is that so?

Colin: Indeed! She has such a way with words! She desserves someone who can appreciate the way the sunlight glints off her red hair and the way her smile can light up the darkest of rooms. But she also deserves someone who can look after her and is at the very least wealthy with an earl or viscount in the family.

Anthony: Well ofcourse!

Colin: Someone who can match her wit and exchange barbs with her. Someone who is a graceful dancer and can at the very least sing. Someone well read ofcourse because a dimwit who cannot tell the difference between Byron and Blake just will not do.

Kate: Hmmhmm

Colin: Someone who knows that her favourite colour is green and that she loves daisies. Someone who bring her her favourite sweets - those eclairs from that one shop in town. Someone who notices the way she scrunches her nose while concetrating and the way she fiddles with her hands when nervous.

Francesca: Ahh

Colin: Someone who can show her the world and still give her the family she desires. But more importantly she deserves someone who truly loves her and sees her for who she is. Someone who is her true friend. I will not let her settle for anything less.

Violet: Indeed

Eloise, completely exasperated: OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD COLIN! Also Eloise, slightly grossed out: The idea of my best friend and my brother.... i cannot-

Colin, turning and giving Benedict the death stare: WAIT! What did you do? ARE YOU AND PEN- BENEDICT BRIDGERTON IF YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK AT PEN-

Benedict, with a smirk: Oh calm down brother! Eloise was clearly talking about- You are aware that you just described yourself right?

Colin: wHaT.... I most certainly did not.

Benedict: YOU respect Penelope.

Anthony, with a self-satisfied smirk: YOU are wealthy and have a Viscount in the family.

Kate: YOU are a graceful dancer and are always giggling in the corner of a ballrooms with her.

Francesca: YOU noticed all those little things about her.

Violet: But most importantly YOU are her dearest friend.

Colin: oh..

Colin, eyes wide in surprise as it dawns on him: OHI!.... I am in love with Pen.

Gregory and Hyacinth, looking at each other: Well it was about time.

[howi99]

Pet Au:Are Blake and Adam dating? Has Jaune considered what happens if that relationship goes poorly? What the effects on the team will be?

After Adam/Jaune training session

Jaune: Adam, you and Blake are dating, yeah?

Adam: What of it?

Jaune: Don't you fear if you were to break up, it would be a pain for the next 6 years?

Adam: Sometimes. Though i believe that if our relationship doesn't work out, we will be mature enough to still stay friends. Besides, it's not like anything has really changed between her and i since we began dating.

Jaune: Wait, really?

Adam: She might read literal smut in class, but handholding is the best she can do irl. And barely

Jaune: Are you fine with that?

Adam: I'm a romantic at heart, i don't mind taking my time. I mean, we are still 14, we got time... Besides, i don't want to be killed by Ghira or Kali.

Jaune: ... You live a life full of danger partner.

Adam: *exasperated* i still do not accept you as my partner, you still ain't strong enough. But... i guess for a human, you ain't that bad.

Jaune: ... Thanks?

Adam: I guess you... *Embarassed* I... God, it's harder than everything i had done since it goes against every principal i had.

Jaune: Adam?

Adam: Look, i know i'm a jerk. And i really do find you weak.

Jaune: I'm doing my best.

Adam: But! You are a great guy. I want to be friends with you, if that's fine.

Jaune: ... Wait, we weren't before?

Adam: ... What?

Jaune: You take the time to help me train every night, you don't cuddle me like i'm a weakling... Though the first two weeks were hard.

Adam: *wince* Sorry about that.

Jaune: Nah it's fine. But i understand why you can't accept me as your partner yet. And yeah, i would love being your friend... Speaking of, wanna go do something downtown tomorrow? I heard a new arcade opened like last Sunday. We could bring Ilia and Blake too, though knowing them, they are just going to stay at the library.

Adam: That does sound like them. And yeah, i was kinda in need of a break from school.

[midnightsun-if]

Hello! What would the ROs reaction be to MC falling asleep on their shoulder?

Koda: At the feeling of the weight settling on his arm, his first instinct is to jerk— something that causes an apologetic wince to flash across his face once he realizes it had been your sleeping head. “Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, offering you a small grin. “Didn’t know you were so tired. Want me to carry you to bed?”

Scarlett: You’re startled awake by the weightless feeling one only gets when falling— eyes snapping open, your brace for an immediate impact, only to find a soft leather cushion greeting you. With a furrowed brow, you straighten back into a seated position, finally taking note of the other person in the room. “The next time you’re tired do just head to bed.” Scarlett crosses her ankles, gaze back on the book she had been reading only a moment ago beside you. “I did not sign up to be a stand-in for it.”

Cyrus/Cyra: They startle away from you instantly, feeling guilty at the glazed-over look you give them in response— riddled with confusion, as you blink blearily to clear it. “Sorry,” they murmur, fidgeting before rocketing to their feet. “I just realized that I haven’t preened Apollo’s feathers yet and he gets quite ornery about it.” They tilt their head towards the door, hoping the steadily growing heat across their cheeks wasn’t a blush. Why the hell were they reacting like this? “I’ll be going now. Do get to bed soon, okay? It’ll be much more comfortable than the couch.”

Quinn: Sapphire eyes twinkle merrily at the feeling of your head hitting their shoulder, fond exasperation warm in their chest. “Didn’t I tell you it was late for how early you got up?” They don’t expect an answer, but the small snuffle you let loose brings an even brighter smile to their lips. “Now how am I supposed to wake you up? Isn’t there a saying about moving adorable creatures that fall asleep on you?”

Caden: A small squeak escapes them at the feeling, widened silver eyes looking down at your sleeping form. What on earth were they supposed to do? The professional course of action would be to wake you up, send you off to bed, and tidy up the common area afterward. But they had been sent here to assist in your comfort… Could they say they were doing so if they were to rip it away from you now? Letting you rest, at least for the moment, seemed like the best course of action. They’ll just have to figure out how to settle themself with you so near.

Sloane: You’re shoved off before your head even had a chance to make first contact— although it’s a lot lighter than you’ve seen them shove other people. Small progress, but progress nonetheless. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Brow furrowed, hazel eyes glinting sharply, Sloane didn’t look pissed, per se, but they definitely weren’t amused either. “I don’t remember agreeing to be your body pillow.” They scoff, turning their attention back to the TV. “You have an entire couch to rest on. Use it.”

Blake: They touch your face lightly, a path they’ve taken many times before. As this moment wasn’t one that’s all that new— not when it comes to you at least. Violet eyes, devoid of the typical outlandish mirth, soften completely. “What am I going to do with you, angel?” Blake shakes their head fondly. “Didn’t you know that it’s bad to fall asleep on a demon? We might steal your soul while you rest.” If you had been awake you’d have seen their eyebrows wiggle absurdly. “Of course,” they continue, musing over their thoughts. “They never say how the sleeping angel can steal the demons heart.”

Reginald/Regina: Their head tilts to the side, expression laden with a soft smile the moment they notice your slumbering form. “Didn’t know vampires could sleep,” they mutter, more to themself than anything. Filing the knowledge away to ask you later, they gently tuck the blanket over their lap around you too— sharing the soft warmth. “Didn’t know you were such a cuddle bug.” They rest their head on tops of yours. “Good to know for the future.”

[okmcintyre]

Bellamy 'here we go again' Blake

[kitkatopinions]

The RWBY writers: *Writes five seasons of Blake being stubborn, feisty, active, and passionate, standing up for herself, calling out Weiss when she's anti-faunus, speaking her mind, doing what she wants and only changing her mind if she's been given a good argument, being willing to call out others, trying to take a more realistic approach, has broken away from a toxic and controlling person she's stood up to repeatedly since then, yells "he's mine" while attacking someone she thinks is actively hurting her people, has opened up about her feelings repeatedly, doesn't back down from a challenge, acts openly exasperated when her friends or acquaintances are being stupid, is mature enough to recognize that even when her friend is reminding her of Adam that it doesn't mean that she is Adam and calmly explains her initial hesitance and explains what reassurance she needs before deciding to believe her friend anyway, saw her horrible ex trying to kill people and jumped into a fight with him while proclaiming she wouldn't run away, and then when her friend got hurt gave him this look

And only ran away when it was Yang's life on the line after tricking him and saving Yang despite having been suffering from a stab wound, etcetera, etcetera.

The RWBY writers: *Writes Weiss to say she'd been used to Blake being 'the quiet one' at the end of V5, implying that the writers want us to think that Blake's behavior in the early seasons had been muted and that now that she'd had a growth arc in V4 and V5 (badly done or not) that she would be more feisty, more outspoken, more self-assured, more passionate, and even more action driven than ever. Which would make sense considering that we saw her take Sun's words to heart concerning the personal growth she needed to do, and seemed to start moving in the direction of shedding her self-hate and blaming herself and start learning to accept love and care instead of pushing people away. And the writers also seemed to want us to believe that she was becoming more of a leader and V5 seemed to mark her finally fully moving on from what had happened with Adam.*

Also the RWBY writers: *Proceeds to write Blake to randomly turn into a meek wallflower who doesn't usually stand up for herself, needs frequent help in fights, gets insecure when she thinks people are unjustly mad at her, plays peacekeeper with her friends while trying to manage their angry moods with soft tones like a mother attempting to corral toddlers in the middle of temper tantrums, doesn't fight or argue when people make anti-faunus cracks at her or call her cat ignorantly or otherwise, flinches and grimaces when Yang gets angry, hides behind Yang when she feels threatened, doesn't really talk things through, is no longer active and is content to wait for her friends to tell her what they should do, the closest she's gotten to active has been in V9 where she was telling her friends about a story they all already knew, hasn't called out or even casually argued with her friends on anything iirc since V6, doesn't care to attend rallies against Jacques Schnee, is characterized like a sweet, caring, shy girl who needs reassurance when her romantic interest goes on a different mission than her, has no problem at all with Yang going red-eyed at the mere suggestion that they should ever take missions apart, acts like she thinks she's going to be hit all the time and wouldn't be able to do anything if she was hit.*

Some RWBY fans: "I am just so happy that Blake is healthy now and gets to be her true self now."

Like, Blake prior to the end of V5 was not "the quiet one" who was so so so super not confident and wasn't her true self. Her relationship with Yang didn't "fix" her and make her confident. The writers haven't actually shown her to be better and healthier and stronger and more sure of herself than before. If anything, they've given us the exact opposite.

How the hell am I meant to think Blake has gotten better when the writers specifically now write her to act this way ever since the beginning of V6? How am I meant to take their 'you used to be the quiet one' seriously when it isn't true? When the opposite is true and she becomes the quiet one in V6? It really just feels like they and a lot of their fans literally forgot who Blake was and replaced her with a whole new person and I'm sitting here like

How is she now "Not the quiet one" and before she was "the quiet one" when she was five times more outspoken and acted more confident and passionate and feisty before? I do not get it, I do not understand how I'm supposed to think she's more healthy now. I do not know how I'm supposed to think that she's done all her growing and is now much better when she actively seems worse off than she did in V freaking 1.

[illusion-of-simplicity]

It was supposed to be an easy job. In and out in the span of three, possibly four, months. You weren’t supposed to become compromised and possibly ruin everything you’ve worked for.

You definitely weren’t supposed to fall in love.

But you’re getting ahead of yourself. This all really started well before you ever accepted the job to infiltrate into the Belmont Estate. Before you even became a Field Agent within Tenebria; an underground force within the CIA and other covert agencies around the world.

It all started from the day you were chosen— out of dozens of children— to become a part of an organization that was even more infamous then the MIB.

You should have known that simplicity within your line of work— within your life— was simply an illusion. The question? Whatever shall you do with the reality you’ve found yourself in now?

Customizable MC: Name, gender, appearance, hobbies, sexuality, and parts of your background. Skills can range from an affinity for technology, interpersonal skills (being able to connect with people), and fighting with or without weapons. Each skill can be developed depending on your choices!

Romance 1 of 6 possible options. From the heir(ess) of the Belmont Estate, your partner, a rival agent, and the suspected villain of the entire story. There may be poly relationships developed later on.

Tropes: Found Family, Rivals to Lovers, Spy Dramedy, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, and much more!

RO PoVs? Definitely. Masquerade Ball Shenanigans? Obviously. Light hearted fun to intersect some of the angst? Always.

This game is romance focused, but that doesn’t mean you should neglect your platonic relationships. There’s fun to be had in both situations.

Yvan/Yvonne Belmont [M/F] || The Target

The target of the assassination plot. You’re not exactly sure of their importance to Tenebria, but you’re well aware of the consequences if you fail. With an aloof attitude, silver tongue, and inability to stay in one spot for long; they’ll definitely make your job interesting in the long run.

Cane/Cara Drakos [M/F] || The Villain

The number one suspect in the plot against the Belmont Empire. A genius level intellect, a charming grin, and an ease around people, one could definitely see why they’d be at the top. Especially since they’ve grown their multi-billion dollar empire from the ground up by the time they were 28. The only kink? They’ve been best friends with the Belmont Heir since they both were in diapers. Of course, that won’t stop you from figuring out their darkest secrets.

Blake Alexander [M/F] || The Rival

Cocky doesn’t even begin to cover their attitude. While they certainly have a reason to be, after everything they’ve been able to accomplish, you’ve never been able to mesh well with them. Especially since you’ve always been pitted against one another; only ever working together twice before. This time would mark the third. Would anything different come about? Or will the forced proximity finally be one of your end?

Skylar Grant [M/F] || The Partner

A people pleaser to the max, Skylar has always been able to figure people out better than anyone you’ve ever met. You’ve never been able to understand how they do it, but you’re more than happy to have them on your side. A constant within the hectic world of shadow organizations and espionage; Skylar is the one person you know you can count on most in the world. Will that ever change?

Grayson Walker [M] || The Exasperated Handler

Grayson Walker is a legend within Tenebria. A walking myth that many can’t even believe is actually real. You’ve known him closely for the last four years; ever since he took over from your last Handler. While he isn’t one for many words, Grayson definitely lets you know when he thinks you’re being an idiot. Especially when it comes to taking missions that you don’t know the whole story of. Can you count on his expertise while figuring out this case? Will you be able to find out why he quit the field? Or will he only ever just sigh when you mic turns on?

Andrea Solaris [F] || The Recon Expert

A new addition to the Squad upon entrance into the Belmont Estate; the quiet, almost soulful, partner to Agent Alexander. You’re almost surprised by how well they work together— although Blake does seem to partner well with anyone that’s not you. Getting a read on Andrea isn’t the easiest, but you can definitely understand why she was chosen for the job. Maybe you’ll learn more along the way as you work closer and closer together.

DEMO (TBA) || RO APPEARANCES || FAQ

[milogreer]

really wanna write rn so help me choooose

no promises it’ll get done ‘cause, you know… life… but i wanna be able to at least try to focus in on one. i miss writing 😔

also some little snippets of each one that might help y’all decide 🤭

shaw pack scaredy cats

“You wanna what?”

“It’s not that big a deal, I do it all the time.”

Milo looks at them like they’ve gone crazy. “Tank, if my Ma finds out I snuck into an R-rated movie, I’ll be six feet under before you can even blink.”

“You just don’t wanna watch the movie ‘cause you know you’ll chicken out first.”

“And you just don’t know the kinda hell Marie Greer can rain down on you. She’s scarier than any movie.”

Tank rolls their eyes. “Then it’s your turn to ask David for a movie. I did it last time and he spent ten minutes chewing me out about how his copy of Alien had dried pizza sauce on the back cover.”

“Maybe if you didn’t eat like you were raised in a barn-”

“Don’t be mad at me just ‘cause you chickened out when you thought the cat was gonna die-”

“Hey, that is a very reasonable response!”

Tank laughs, dispelling any further argument. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll talk to David, see if he can pull a movie for this weekend.”

the morning after

Blake stirs, mumbling something incoherent as he buries himself further into the duvet, and Bestie stills their hand from looping a lock of his hair around their index finger. When he doesn’t say anything further, they continue, touch feather-light.

Another quiet moment passes before Blake sniffles, nudges his head up into their hand, and manages a slurred, “S’wrong?”

“Nothing,” they whisper, switching to run their hand through his hair, curls soft beneath their fingers, willing him to fall back asleep. “Sorry for waking you up.”

He grunts dismissively, peeking open one eye. “What time is it?”

They pause. It’s just barely four in the morning - they’d only slept two hours before being unwillingly and inexplicably dragged out of the depths of sleep. He’ll worry if they tell him the time.

“Early.”

As expected, Blake’s brows furrow. “How early?”

“It’s fine,” they say reassuringly. “I haven’t been up long. I was just thinking.”

A pause. The air feels heavy all of a sudden. When Blake speaks, his voice is low.

“…Can I ask what about?”

working overtime

“And I was supposed to be free tonight, I was right on track to get all my stuff done, but- but then a professor from down the hall had a family emergency and so she wasn’t going to be able to finish the banner for the rally at the end of the week, so she asked me to do it and I, I, I mean, I couldn’t say no, you know?” Lasko pauses very briefly to suck in a breath. “I would’ve felt so bad because she put in a lot of work and to, to not have her project done and displayed is a shame, I mean, I know she was really excited for it, so if I can finish it for her, then I want to, I just,” he expels an exasperated breath, “I wish it wasn’t at the expense of our date night. I-It’s been a while since we were able to actually go out together, I’m so sorry I can’t make it, I know I said it already, but-”

Dear catches his hand as he paces by where they’re sitting on his desktop, nervous hands flitting through the air as he speaks, then brings it to their lips to place a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Taken off-guard, Lasko goes quiet and still, his rambling tapering off with a soft oh.

“It’s alright, Lasko. I’m not upset.”

Big pleading eyes blink at them from behind his glasses. “Really?”

“Really. It’s sweet of you to want to finish her project for her.” They tug him closer to stand between their legs, looping their arms loosely around his neck and taking great satisfaction in the flush that immediately consumes his cheeks. “Did she leave instructions for you?”

His voice is pitched a touch higher when he responds, “Mhm.” Then he clears his throat, the initial embarrassment ebbing, and says, “She’s very, um… detailed. I hope it doesn’t take too long, but.” He makes an uncertain sound.

sweetheart’s first pack party

They gratefully accept the wine glass he offers, clutching it like a lifeline.

The hand on their hip tugs them a bit closer to him. “Don’t look so nervous, sweetheart. Might be a room full a’ wolves, but no one’s gonna bite.” He leans away slightly, taking a purposefully long moment to check them out, gaze dragging slowly down and then back up their body. Their heart flutters at the sly grin that paints his face. “Well, one of them might. But he’ll ask first.”

Sweetheart exhales a wavering laugh, rolling their eyes and turning their flushing face away.

“Is it that obvious?”

His smirk turns into a slight grimace. “Ash says you’ve got your investigator face on and it’s freakin’ him out a little.”

This time their exhale is a sigh, an attempt to expel some of the anxious energy trapped in their chest that buzzes like a beehive. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to parties like this. My family never did Solstice parties and even if they did, I think this would still be nerve-wracking because…” They falter, nails tapping their glass. “I mean. You know. This is my first one and, I don’t know, David and Asher have always been nice to me-”

sweetheart’s will likely be the only one that gets an actual name bc i have an OC for them more than anyone else, though i’m working on bestie atm so they might get a name too :)

[rwac96]

Ask: RWBY x Genshin Impact x Tekken

How would Mona and Emilie get along if they finally meet each other? Two young women attracted to Tai.

Ruby: *beyond pissed* "Nasty. Filthy. FILTH!"

"OOOHHH!! DADDDY!!!"

"MOOOREEEEE~!!"

Blake: *exasperated exhale* "Thank the Gods I knocked Yang out, otherwise there would've been a blood bath."

[onboardsorasora]

I was re reading that Drabble of Maxiel’s Baby and I don’t about you but I think Noah should have a sibiling hahaha

Oh Bestie you just know the words to derail my brain don't you?? Of course I couldn't just....not think about it lol I banged this one out, I have not reread it so I hope its ok lmao

This is set in the universe of this birthday party and this drabble

Daniel had giggled when he pressed ‘post’ on the photoset, the picture of him napping front and centre. He hadn’t been joking when he said Vegas was exhausting– the completely odd hours, the long wait during free practices. It had been a lot of events crammed into a very short space of time. 

Daniel had just thought he was being old and cranky with how tired he was. He’d declined every invite to go party, kissed Max’s pouting lips and sagged with relief in their hotel suite. It wasn’t until he saw the videos of Lewis and Fernando having a blast that he thought maybe he shouldn’t have been as tired as he was. 

It didn’t too matter– he’d been delirious that one Friday and when Pyry had suggested power naps to combat the exhaustion, Daniel had happily closed his eyes and slipped his head on Blake’s unwilling shoulder.

Now as the fireworks went off in Abu Dhabi to usher in the end of the season, Daniel idly knew Max was on his way from one media pen to another– doing double duty as race winner and champ. Daniel would wait for him in their room. Once he finished his commitments here at the track, he’d collect Noah from Geri (no doubt his presence was already triggering the ole ‘we should have another’ conversation between the Horners). And then they would go to take a nap in the big bed while they waited for Papa.

Or that would be the plan, if he could ever stop puking his intestines up.

He’d been in there for just under fifteen minutes already. Because that's about as long as the fireworks show in AD normally lasts. Blake was outside the door, he’d knocked a few times and Daniel had answered with groans. He knew if he didn’t answer with human words soon, Blake was going to call Max. 

When he felt vaguely human again– this took give or take another ten minutes– Daniel flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out in the sink. He felt rung out, even more dehydrated than at the end of the race. His face was pale and splotchy, yeah he looked sick as fuck. There would be no hiding it. 

With a shaking hand, he unlocked the door. Blake stood by, along with Pyry and Franz. The three of them looked alarmed at his pallor. There was a flurry of movement and before Daniel knew it, he was in his driver’s room and a nurse was taking his blood pressure. 

“Guys, I’m fine. Probably like just a bit dehydrated or something.” Daniel mumbled, they were being complete mother hens and they needed to quit before someone got the dumb idea of pulling Max from his media commitments.

“Nah mate, this is more than just dehydration.” Blake mumbled, he looked as worried as when Daniel had broken his hand. Of course, this wasn’t anything like that.

“You’ve been really tired lately–” Pyry started.

“Yeah– Vegas was shit. Everyone was tired.” Daniel cut in.

“But you were like….way more tired.” Blake mumbled, Daniel rolled his eyes. “Danny, you were napping everywhere. Like literally everyone has pictures of you sleeping. It's like ‘where's lando’ all over again.” Blake threw his arms up in exasperation.

“I’m fine.” Daniel insisted. “Maybe my iron’s low or something.”

They all bickered (much to Franz’s amusement) and pretty much ignored the nurse as she jotted down his vitals and then started scrolling through an ipad.

“Daniel, you gave your updated blood sample this weekend, correct?” The nurse asked and Daniel nodded, eyes wide from being cut off from whatever childish retort he was going to give Blake. He had stopped by the medical bay Thursday morning like they had asked. He’d given a new sample in Austin, when they cleared him to race. But in Vegas, Blake had received an email asking for a new sample. They didn’t think anything of it, this happened all the time. 

The nurse scrolled on her ipad again and bit her lip, before looking at all the people in the room staring back at her. 

“Was there something wrong with that sample too?” Daniel asked, trying to lead her into telling them what she found. Her reaction wasn’t good. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either.

“Uhm, maybe some privacy?” She asked, her voice tight.

“No it's fine” he sighed, they’d all hear about it– whatever it is. Blake was his manager, Pyry was his interim trainer. Franz was his boss, well ex boss. All people who needed to know details about his health and wellbeing.

“Well, um.” She bit her lip and seemed very uncomfortable. Daniel sighed, preparing for the worst. “Congratulations? You're pregnant.” the nurse winced awkwardly. Daniel’s eyes widened comically. Blake’s mouth dropped open.

“Oh shit!”

All eyes turned to the door to see Max’s surprised form with his arm up poised to knock on the door. His wide blue eyes found Daniel’s and the largest grin cracked open his face. Franz clapped Max on the shoulder and ushered the poor nurse out of the room. Pyry shuffled Blake out and closed the door behind them.

“Noah’s gonna be a big brother?” Max whispered and Daniel smiled wetly. Max sat on the couch beside him and collected Daniel into his arms. 

“I’m pregnant?” Daniel whispered in awe as bits and pieces of the last few weeks started to make sense. “I guess I should lay off the red bulls for now, huh?”

“Yeah. We, of course, don’t want the baby coming out with fucking wings as advertised.” Max giggled and Daniel snorted into his shoulder. Daniel clung to him a bit longer before easing back and staring into wet blue eyes.

“You’re gonna be a Papa again.”

Max surged forward and kissed him. He was so happy.

Of course, this changed a lot of things. There were many contracts that now needed to be broken, many clauses rewritten. A new baby changed so many things. But that was for the future; the Max and Daniel of tomorrow. 

For now, they were going to bask in the knowledge that they were expecting. Then they would go into the garage where, no doubt, all of Alpha Tauri already know– because Franz was a huge gossip queen. And then after accepting all of their congratulations, they would go to the Red Bull garage where, of course, Helmut has already told Christian and all the guys there because Hemult was nothing if not Franz’s partner in crime.

Tonight they will enjoy it. They will take their son home and cuddle him in bed. Tomorrow they can start the planning.