#shippy drabble

[bridgyrose]

Weiss and Ruby are the best of friends, thick as thieves etc. People around them think they're an adorable couple, which couldn't be farther from the truth. So they decide to wingman for each other to get with their real loves. A simple Freezerburn & Ladybug oneshot prompt for you to consider.

(I went ahead and actually made this one a one shot instead of two smaller parts)

“I need your help to get a date with Yang.” 

Ruby nearly spit out her coffee, quickly swallowing it and nearly choking in the process. She coughed a bit as she tried to get air to go down the right pipe, clearing her throat a bit. “I-I dont think I heard you right. I thought you said you wanted a date with Yang.” 

Weiss sighed and handed a napkin over to Ruby. “You heard right.” 

“Okay, why?” 

“Well, for one, I think she’s actually fun to be around. We spent, what, five years all living together in a dorm and an apartment before finally splitting off? Besides, it would get people to quit thinking we’re together.” 

“You’re… not wrong…” Ruby let out a defeated sigh and took another sip of her coffee. It had been something that always bothered her when others assumed that she and Weiss were together, though it wasnt like they had given anyone much thought otherwise. Even with a rocky start, it didnt take long for her to get close to Weiss and become nearly inseparable with her. “Fine, I’ll help you get with Yang, but you need to help me get a date with Blake.” 

“Deal,” Weiss answered a bit too quickly. 

“Wait, you’re serious?” 

“Of course I am.” Weiss flashed a smile at Ruby. “But first, we’ll need to fix your style.” 

Ruby looked over herself, looking over her corset and cloak. “What’s wrong with what I wear?” 

“Nothing, but if you want to catch Blake’s eye, then we’ll want to change things up a bit. A bit more color, we keep a corset but find one that’ll fit you better for casual wear than the combat corset you wear. And your cloak-” 

“I’m keeping the cloak.” 

“-we bring into a casual look too.” Weiss pulled out her scroll and started to look up a few stores to go to. “But we need to make sure it looks different from your huntress gear. Right now, you look like you’re ready to go on a mission at the drop of a hat.” 

Ruby raised a finger to argue, then lowered it when she thought more about it. She had been gungho about being a huntress and she didnt quite remember when her wardrobe had started to delve more into her huntress gear, and a change in style might help. “If you’re so sure this will work, why do you need my help getting a date with Yang?” 

“W-well, I…” Weiss looked away, hiding her blush. “I… dont… actually know how to talk to her and I needyourhelpwiththat.” 

Ruby smirked a bit as she watched Weiss almost shrink in her seat as heavy blush started to cross her cheeks. “I dont think I’ve ever seen you like this.” 

“I dont always have to be prim and proper, you know.” 

Ruby winced a bit with how annoyed Weiss had sounded, but she put her mug down and smiled softly at her friend. “I know, but you always seem to have an air of properness to you. Even when you were crushing on Neptune, you still kept yourself acting like everyone was going to judge you for how you acted. But now, you look like the person you’ve been hiding beneath all of that. Shy, nervous… like a teenager.” 

“I havent been a teenager in years-” 

“I dont think you ever were a teenager.” 

Weiss pulled away, faking being offended. “I was too!” 

Ruby giggled a bit and stood up. “If we’re going to get you a date with Yang, we should start by getting you to talk to her.” 

“Fine, but that means we’re taking you shopping for Blake.” 

“Wait, hold on, I didnt agree to that.” 

“You didnt, but you cant ask Blake out looking like that.” Weiss took Ruby’s hand and grinned. “Besides, you did agree to my help.” 

Ruby nearly yelped as she was pulled out of the cafe by Weiss as they made their way from store to store, trying to find a look that better suited her. It almost felt like a whirlwind to her as she was shoved straight into a changing room with skirts, shirts, belts, boots, and scarves practically being thrown at her. Finally, she had a moment to stare at herself in the mirror, black jacket with studs down the arm, a dark red shirt with a few black roses around the hem, a plaid skirt with chains around the waist, fishnet tights, and combat boots. “I feel… naked.” 

“But you look great,” Weiss said as she started to clean up the rejected clothes. “And you look more casual and less like a huntress.” 

“Y-yeah, but my cloak and corset-” 

“You can still wear your corset under the shirt if you really need it and we can stitch one of your extra cloaks into the inside of the jacket if that makes you feel a bit more comfortable.” 

Ruby sighed and nervously pulled at the loose shirt she wore. Most of her clothes had always been tight, hiding her arms to make them look thinner, a corset to keep everything in place, a cloak to hide how broad her shoulders had gotten, and now as she looked at herself, it had felt as if a wave of dysphoria had struck. All she could see were how broad her shoulders were with the jacket, the skirt was a little shorter than she liked, toned arms looked more like Yangs had a few years ago at Beacon not hiding the muscle she had built up over the years. She nearly jumped as she felt Weiss put her hands on her shoulders, feeling her press into her from behind. 

“I promise, you look great,” Weiss said in a quiet whisper. “I know you’re not exactly confident about who you are yet, but you have features that other women have spent years trying to emulate too. Besides, its just for Blake, right? Once you have your date with Blake, you never have to look back at this outfit.” 

“Yeah but-” Ruby looked away from her reflection for a moment as she tried to find the words she had wanted to say. Of course she was nervous about what Blake would think, and while she trusted Weiss, there was still the small voice in the back of her head that kept telling her that Blake wouldnt want her, that she was too different. The breath she didnt realize she was holding left her lips as she felt Weiss hug her from behind, moving her arms around her shoulders. 

“You shouldnt worry about what Blake thinks about you. She knows about you and if that was ever a problem, then she would’ve made that known before. Right now, all you need to focus on is being yourself when we get her to ask you out.” 

“And you know you can talk to Yang about the movies you like, right?” Ruby asked as she leaned back into Weiss. “She likes those same cheesy romance movies you do.” 

Weiss blushed and pressed her face into the back of Ruby’s neck. “This is about you right now, not me. I’ll… I’ll ask Yang when I’m ready.” 

“And you think I’m ready to ask Blake?” 

“No-” 

“Then when I talk to Blake, you talk to Yang.” Ruby took a deep breath and slowly released it as she tried to calm her racing heart, staring at her reflection in the mirror. “That way we can still be there for each other without making things awkward.” 

“Fine.” Weiss pulled away and checked the price tags of the clothes that Ruby wore. “When were you thinking then?” 

“Tomorrow at the fair.” 

“Dont you think that’s a bit cliche?” 

“Yang and I go every year, and this year Blake will actually be here for it.” Ruby smiled a bit and took the jacket off. “Worst case, we dont actually ask but we still are able to have a bit of fun.” 

Weiss paused for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, I’ll hold you to it.” 

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“Maybe you can spend some time with Weiss,” Ruby said as she walked through the fairground entrance with Yang, nervously adjusting the jacket she wore as she pulled up the hood of the cloak she sewed into it. “I know we normally hang out together-” 

“Sure, I dont see a reason why not,” Yang said. “Its not often I get to hang with her and this would be a better chance than any.” 

Ruby smiled a bit. “That’s great!” 

Yang looked over at Ruby. “You… seem a bit excited about that.” 

Ruby paused in her step and rubbed the back of her head. “I-I wouldnt say excited, just happy that you and Weiss can spend a bit of time together.” She pulled out her scroll and frowned a bit when she noticed a text from Weiss that she’d be late. “Though, from the sounds of it, she’s going to be late anyway.” 

“Then that gives me a bit of time to beat you at a few games until she comes around.” 

Ruby grunted a bit as she felt Yang ruffle her hair, nearly messing up the ponytail she had taken her time to get right. “Can you warn me when you do that?” 

“Are you okay?” 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Ruby pulled her hood down and fixed her ponytail, taking a bit of time to look around. “Why dont we check out one of the shooting galleries?” 

“And let you beat me that easy?” Yang asked. “If we do the shooting gallery, then you have to take me on at the High Striker. An easy win for an easy win.” 

“How about we go on a couple rides instead while we wait?”

“Wait on who?” Blake asked as she walked over with Weiss next to her. “Sorry we’re a bit late, Weiss took a little extra time to get ready.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes. “No more extra time than I normally do.” 

Ruby blushed a bit as she looked over at Blake, looking away for a moment to hide it with her hood. “Well, since we’re all here, then we can have a bit of fun.” 

“Rubes, you and Blake have fun,” Yang said as she took Weiss’s hand. “Weiss and I’ll be over by the spinning teacups.” 

“Wait, hold on, we cant leave them just yet!” Weiss protested as she was dragged away. 

Ruby smiled a bit as she listened to Blake giggle at the sight, nervously tapping her foot on the ground. This had been exactly what she had wanted, and yet, no matter how many times she had thought about being alone with Blake, her heart still pounded in her chest and the words she wanted to say were stuck in the back of her throat. She felt her cheeks heat up a bit as her blush deepened, and all she could do was nervously straighten out her jacket until she heard Blake speak. 

“I guess it’ll just be you and me for a bit,” Blake said with a smile as she reached for Ruby’s hand. “Weiss said you wouldnt mind if that was the case.” 

“O-of course I dont mind,” Ruby said as she gently squeezed Blake’s hand. “A-actually, I… I was hoping that you and I could be together for a bit. I-” she looked away and took a breath to try to calm her heart as it pounded in her chest. Her hand started to feel a bit sweaty as she became more nervous, every part of her wanting to rush away like normal. “And I was hoping that we… could go on a date. Together. You and me without Yang or Weiss-” 

“I’d love to.” 

I’d love to. The words practically rang around Ruby’s mind as she relaxed a bit, a goofy grin crossing her lips as she took a step closer to Blake. “Then why dont we play a few games before we do any of the rides? I hear the shooting galleries have some decent prizes today.” 

“Planning on winning me a prize already?” Blake asked with a blush. 

Ruby nodded and looked towards Weiss and Yang, watching them talk in line for the teacups. She looked back towards Blake and started to lead her to one of the shooting galleries, feeling a bit more confident. “You cant go to the fair without winning a prize. And since you havent been able to make it around in the past, I want to make sure tonight’s a good night for you.” 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

[whimzycle]

Hi Whimzycle! I'm a HUGE fan of your art, it makes my days brighter and I absolutely love how you draw Aster! <3 I started enjoying ROTG and the GOC saga again and I was wondering if you felt comfortable sharing your top 3 fanfics! :)

Thank you so much!

Daawwee thank you!! I appreciate it!! I used to be intimidated when it comes to drawing Bunny but lo and behold, he is the only one that I drew the most out of all the rotg cast lmao.

As for fics though...[Sweats in majority of the rotg fics I read are Jackrabbit centric]

I'll try to keep it as neutral as possible though lmao

Top 1. Prelude to Time Feelers by atimefeeler

I'm sorry I know I said I'll keep it neutral but I really can't help it. It's a really good fic, Jackrabbit notwithstanding. In my defense, the romance isn't really romancing, really they're more queer platonic that's why I like it very much. This fic is so good, genuinely. It's a reimagine of events that happen in both the book series and the movie. The fusion of both media is really well-done and it's world-building even more so! It features perspectives from Mother Nature, Bunnymund and Jack. So like, essentially, you get Mother Nature's backstory, Bunny's backstory and Jack's pov all in one chapter. It's great I love it. High tier, 10/10 fic. Though if you really aren't comfortable with the Jackrabbit part of it, it's cool. I still think you should give it a try lmao.

Top 2. My Stars and Your Valleys by ketren

This is one of the really cool ones lmao. It's a science-fiction au!!! Almost like the likes of Star Trek but it feels more like a treasure planet for me lmao (I've never seen star trek, I'm sorry I'm a degenerate lmao) One of the things that I really like about this fic is how well it incorporates elements of the movie into this fic like oh my god. Especially Jack's initial relationship with the guardians is almost like the movie and it's good, it's great I love it. Oh and the plot!! Goddamn the plot!! It's so eerie and mysterious and I love it. It keeps you interested for the entire duration of the fic, wondering what the hell is happening lmao. But oh! I most love Jack's relationship with his sister, even though it's only at the first and last chapters lmao. They're so good, I love how complex it is. It's a high tier, 10/10 fic!!! Please read it!!!!! It's so good!!!!!!!

Top 3. 188 Hugs by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Affectionate Guardians are my weakness and this fic exploits my love for it. Also, it's Jack and Bunny centric so it's a two-for two punch of things that I love. The title says it all when it comes to the plot lmao. It's essentially an exploration of Jack and Bunny's friendship through hugging lmao. It's a great fic high tier, 10/10. (Although really, any fic from this author is a 10/10) I love how it tackles the Jack is lonely for 300 years bit and the only way to dismantle that is through the power of friendship and found family. Really, the only solution to everything. And I love it, it's great, it's amazing and I feel so much joy over this fic. I really don't need to explain much lmao. This fic is just so good, I'll let it explain itself for you. So please!! Read it!!! So you can experience the immense joy I had when reading it lmao!!!!!!

Now, I know you only said my top 3, but I'm adding honorable mentions because it is a crime if I do not include any of them:

Sparks Fly by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Naughty and Nice by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Not a Guardian by Icka M Chif (mischif)

Advent, Advection by pengiesama

Selenographia, sive Lunae descriptio by pengiasama

Looming Shadows by Reidluver

Nights and Nights Again by partingxshot

When Hope Gives Way to Joy by taizi

Other Ways by Asidian

Unique by Asidian

Learning to See by emeralddawn

Mischief Managed followed by April Fools by Neyiea

Allegro Non Molto by tablrcloth

Flower Prompt: Yarrow by melissae-astron

Like a Star by Lunermoon1000

Protege by ProlixEllipsis

[shadowlflightt]

i will eventually put this in the post movie au but rn im so excahusted so i gotta just.. jot it down rq so i dont forget it and then go to bed

KNUCKLES AND SHADOW. They do not have a lot in common, no, not at all. Its boring at best and fighting at worst. What knuckles wants in a friendly training spar, Shadow turns into a death match with his attitude, even if unintentional. It snowballs so fast.

Eventually they, and everyone else, quickly learns its best if they dont "train" or "Spar" or whatever it is they might have potentially tried to bond over (because Shadow is just awkward with tails, for reasons Sonic just doesnt understand yet. Doesnt understand too much himself, probably.)

Eventually the family unit finds, to gods hilarious sense of humor, that knuckles and shadow do actually have one thing in common, and one thing they can enjoy together. And that thing is La Ultima Passion.

They watch it on the couch together, both tense with concentration, and simulataneously shush Sonic at his frist question for interrupting the latest episode.

After each episode they chit chat about potential happenings of whats next, and it is, the most friendly they have ever been with each other ever. Until shipping gets involved, and Shadow insists that the m/c Gabriella should simply behead her two prospects loves. They are unworthy of her, and Gabriella is not a prize to be won, as he puts it.

Really Shadow finds himself relating to her far more than he's willing to admit, as someone with far too much experience being cornered and trapped by others.

Knuckles on the other hand is a diehard fanboy of one ship in particular and is sre that shadow, and anyone else in the house who partakes in their rediculous banter about this telenovela, is WRONG , and will surely see Gabriella will make the right choice when the time comes.

If Shadow had a favorite ship in partiular (and maybe he will, down the line) he'd immediately start engaging in ship wars with Knuckles over the damn show and itd be chaos from there. But for now Shadow ships only Gabriella x Self Love and Agency, and so there is peace... for now... Knuckles never really stops trying to convince everyone that his ship is canon but is not offended at others taking opposing sides. Some real team edward team jacob shit happening here.

[pbeltarts]

wow hi all the new ppl u guys should talk to me about gays bc i love gay people, especially fictional gay people

[good-beanswrites]

And a sort of alternate version for the last Fuuta/cry prompt, from a normal au that lives in my brain -- some hurt/comfort with Mappi :')

Mahiru hummed as she stirred. The apartment was filled with the wonderful aroma of her cooking. A door around the corner clicked. Perfect timing, she thought with a smile.

She hadn’t been sure Fuuta would wake up in time for dinner. He’d been out cold ever since she picked him up from his dorm room. Well, he’d probably recount it as kidnapping, since he was in no state to actually agree to come along. But that was the very reason she’d dragged his weak form out of there – no one at the school had noticed that calls stopped going through to him, or that his social media pages all vanished overnight, or that he’d stopped attending classes. When Mahiru finally made her way to his dark, trash-piled room, she discovered him with a 39 degree fever and rambling frantically about death. She needed to take matters into her own hands.

And that’s exactly what she did. Fuuta could hardly keep food down, after his diet of instant meals, energy drinks, and painkillers (if the discarded containers around his room were any clue), so she replaced them with homemade soups and teas. She traded his rumpled bed for her own, which was sweet-scented and well-lit. Mikoto had even helped with a change of pajamas for him. 

Mahiru had taken the liberty of calling Fuuta’s sister to let her know the situation, though it was difficult to find her information without Fuuta’s phone. She couldn’t find it anywhere in his dorm. She’d also given Shidou a call, and he’d stopped by the first day to check in. He said Fuuta should be more coherent by day three, at least.

Mahiru could always count on him for reliable information. Sure enough, soft steps approached from behind. 

“Good to see you, sleepyhead~” She smiled over her shoulder. Though in a better state than when she found him, Fuuta was still a bit of a mess. He looked pale and thin in Mikoto’s clothes, which were already big on him. His eyes were bleary. Strands of bright hair stuck out at all angles. His expression was dull, taking in the cozy apartment. 

“Mahiru made your favorite for dinner! I bet you’re hungry.”

“I… don’t want it… ” His expression was uncharacteristically blank. 

Mahiru giggled; he must be really tired to be denying food. “Oh, of course you do!”

“No, you… you don’t understand…” 

“Come take a seat, it’s ready now.”

He took a step forward. “Mahiru…”

“You should be more careful, Fuuta-kun! Next time you come down with something, you should really let somebody know. It’s a miracle I came and found you in time, hm?”

She spun to set things on the table. The pride in her masterpiece faded away as his expression twisted up. His hands drifted up shakily to his face, and he started to sob. 

“Fuuta-kun!”

Mahiru hurried to him. His knees gave out as she wrapped her arms around him. He leaned down into her, his breath hitching and hiccupping as he tried to tell her something. “You shouldn’t… if you knew what I… I…” 

“Shhh, hey. Shhh...”

After a moment of broken phrases and body-wracking sobs, he regained his balance and pulled away from her. There was a look in his eyes Mahiru had seen in the last few days, when he was trying to talk through his delirium. She’d chalked it up to feverishness, but she now saw that this raw, revolted horror was something real. 

“I fucked up.”

The simple sentence sent him into a fresh wave of panic. He tried to step backwards and hide his face away, but she tugged his sleeve backward. Normally she wouldn’t be able to forcibly move him anywhere, but for the second time, he was too weak to stop her.

“Just breathe,” she said. “You can tell me.”

Mahiru had known Fuuta for long enough to hear the range of his voice – the excited chatter, the snarky muttering, the grating yelling. In all that time, she’d never once heard him sound like this. His words cracked and wobbled. Sometimes it was so hushed that Mahiru had to press her ear closer just to understand.

And by the time he finished, she understood why.

“I didn’t know,” he kept repeating. “I’d never h-have done it if… if…”

“It’s okay,” was all Mahiru could repeat in turn, through her own tears. It wasn’t quite the truth, but it wasn’t a lie, either. It was what Fuuta needed to hear, and that’s all that mattered.

“I just want to take it back… but there’s no way… What am I – what am I supposed to do?” 

“We’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll be okay.” She guided him around. “Let’s get you back to bed, okay? I’ll bring the food in to you.”

He paused. His teary eyes studied her in bewilderment. “W-why?”

“Eh? Well how else are you supposed to eat from there…?”

“No, I mean,” he swallowed hard. “Why would you do that? You… you don’t hate me…?” 

“Oh, Fuuta-kun.”

She wrapped her arms around him again. This time, he willingly returned the gesture. He grabbed onto her for dear life, and Mahiru was suddenly struck with just how much of a miracle it really had been, that she’d found him in the state he was. 

She held him close, one palm spread on his back, the other twisted through his hair. 

“Not at all. Now, let me feed you something, okay?”

“... Okay.”

[elvenbeard]

~ Beach Day ~

[yeehawkins]

Ricki Tikki MacTavish

Back home for once, Soap brings Ghost over to his flat. A small visitor awaits them

Coming home is an exceptionally rare luxury. And an even more rare occurrence is Simon Riley actually having any time away from the field. Johnny wanted to seize his chance to get to know the other more. Plus, he knows Ghost has nowhere to go, so it was only right to invite him over to his place. Really, it was more of a plead than an invitation, as old habits rarely die with that man. 

As they approach the apartment door, Soap pulls out a monstrosity of keys.

"How many fucking flats do you own?" Ghost states in astonishment.

"Just the one,'' Soap responds.

“Going to be here for ages trying to get into it.” Ghost states, rolling his eyes.

“Have a little faith.” Soap grins, almost magically flipping to the correct key with one cacophony of jingling, shaking it some more in triumph.

A little more jangling of keys, and Soap unlocks the apartment door, gesturing for Ghost to go ahead.

Ghost couldn't help but gawk upon entering. A few stains on the carpet notwithstanding, the place was downright pristine.

After tossing his bags by the door, Soap takes a look at his welcome guest.

"What? Never seen a clean flat before?" Soap teased.

"Well I certainly didn't expect one from you" Ghost retorted.

"Think I got the name by being filthy?"

"Oh I know where you got the name, slippery bastard" Ghost lets out a guffaw then picks up the shorter Scot, scooping him up in a hug. This knocks the air out of Soap a bit, and gets him blushing.

"Easy with the goods!" he laughs.

"That was easy"

Their banter is cut short, as there was someone else in the apartment. Ghost puts down his friend, and turns around. A small, fluffy tabby cat has made its presence known. The cat is quite loud, and continues to meow until Soap leans over to acknowledge her. He immediately melts at the sight of his beloved cat, scooping her up in his arms.

"Ricki! Oooh I've missed the hell out of you! My wee lady hold down the fort alright? Not give Ms. Darcy any trouble, did ya?"

Ghost watches as Soap devolves into a babbling Scottish mess at this cat. He lets out a chuckle, almost endeared at the display. "Didn't tell me you had a missus."

"Ah Ms. Darcy's just my landlord. Takes care of Ricki when I’m gone," says Soap.

"I mean the cat, MacTavish."

Snapping a bit out of his loving stupor, Soap tucks Ricki under his arm like a football. "This here's Ricki. My gran couldn't resist her face, but her allergies certainly could. So I took her in," He pauses to scritch the top of the cat's head with his other hand.

Ghost gives a genuine smile. His eyes go between Soap and Ricki, and raises his eyebrows at the man, clearly asking a question.

“Go ahead. Unlike me, she doesn’t bite.” Soap smirks, now holding Ricki like a baby. 

Ghost almost seems apprehensive to pet the cat, not wanting to spook her. However as he moves his hand towards her, she pushes her face up to his hand, purring loudly. 

“Aww, looks like you’re allowed to stay,” says Soap.

“Didn’t know there’d be a test,” Ghost replies contently, with much of his focus now on the purring cat. “Good to know you’ve got someone looking out for you off the job”

"Aye, really we look out for each other.” Soap beams, using one of his hands to now rub the cat’s belly. “Ricki canny hear a thing. Deaf as all, but fuckin’ loud as all too. Wouldn’t have her any other way”

Ricki takes a gentle swat at Soap's hand, shooting him a look. Ghost retracts his to avoid being included in getting hit.

“Guess the welcome party’s over” Ghost jokes. 

Soap sets Ricki back down on the floor. She goes right back to meowing once on the floor, circling Soaps legs.

“I believe somebody’s hungry,” Soap states. 

Once he has a briefly clear path, he begins walking toward the kitchen, Ricki weaving in and out between each stride. He opens up a cabinet, and looks back over at Ghost.

“Well come have a sit, Simon. You’re allowed inside more than 5 feet, you know.” Soap hollered. 

Truthfully Simon was in a bit of a trance, never much of the social type and perfectly content just watching Johnny and his cat do their thing. Hearing his name definitely snapped him out of it though. He walks over to the large couch in the living room and sits, still watching the other man and the cat in the kitchen. 

Johnny takes out a small bag of cat food, but looks down and notices her bowl is still full. 

“Oh you cheeky shite!” he laughs, looking at the cat staring at him, bending over to scritch her head. She simply yells back. 

“Fine, fine, a treat for my girl,” Johnny happily sighs, putting away the cat food and grabbing a smaller bag. He pours out a few treats into his hand, which prompts her to spring up onto the counter, somehow getting even louder. 

Johnny waggles a finger in front of her like a dad. “Ah ah ah! You know the deal.” He then points downward. 

Simon’s eyes widened. Upon this gesture, Ricki sits down, still looking up at Johnny and yelling of course. Johnny laughs and hands her a treat, placing the rest down on the counter for her, which she happily eats. He then walks over to the couch to join his guest, who is not at all hiding his surprise at what he just saw.

“You trained a cat.” Simon states in shock.

“Yep.” Johnny responds matter-of-factly, leaning back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

“And I’m the one outta my mind for drinking bourbon?” Simon laughs.

“Yeeep.” Johnny replies in the exact same tone. The two then catch each other's eyes, and exchange laughs. They both settle even deeper into the couch and let out content sighs, Johnny leaning his head back and shutting his eyes with a smile on his face.

[fracturedodr]

Spending time with Freya is still one of his favorite things. Granted, he doesn't think of her the same way any of the others do, with the raw, unfiltered devotion they have, but he does enjoy the time spent with her.

He knows, he knows, how much it means that Freya spends time with him. How important it is that he values these moments, to not treat this like a given, or something that doesn't mean much.

He knows it means a lot.

He knows it's important.

...He just can't bring himself to act like the others do. She's pretty, she's important to him, and she makes him feel safe and comfortable, but he just... can't.

Every now and again she still offers to do things for him. Get things, make things happen. But he doesn't... want any of that. He's happy where he is, how he is.

All he really wants is to just... be by his Goddess side.

Right?

...Right...?

It feels right. Feels like the correct answer. Something in his head makes it ring hollow, though.

But as he lays in her bed (clothed, always clothed, lobster-red embarrassment screaming in the back of his mind as always) letting her hold him close and stroke his hair (it feels nice and cozy and makes him feel Small in a good way) he convinces himself once again to put the thoughts out of his mind.

He's happy here. He's comfortable here.

He's s a f e here

Bell lets out a quiet breath, and relaxes into her touch. He made the mistake of pulling away once already. He won't do that again.

Another denial would break whatever's left of him.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 175 - Danganronpa

Celeste has been thinking about this all wrong.

She’s cast Makoto as an opponent in her mind, and in doing so, given him a standing equal to her own. But Makoto isn’t her enemy.

No, if the trials they’ve been through mean anything, if the way the right evidence falls into his lap and danger narrowly misses him and everyone listens when he speaks means anything—Makoto isn’t someone to gamble against.

Makoto is to be gambled with. He’s a most precious ace that she will tuck up her sleeve.

Celeste will win this killing game, if she keeps him close.

[yaoiwchie-wowchie]

ofc i had to vote holloweane. i know they're not usually in your wheelhouse and all but may i request some dangit please?/nf

Alrighty, here we go

"-We'll be right back with you, after the break," Donna said, flashing a smile. Her eyes were stinging from reading the teleprompter for what felt like ten hours, and from the countless stage lights beaming on her and her co-host, who was grinning brighter than the lights.

The person behind the camera, someone Donna never bothered to learn the name of —they tended to go so fast, often horribly stressed by the rapid pace of Action News— raised and lowered their hand, almost like a clapper board motion.

"Cut!" they shouted. A bell rang out and the tiny red dots next to the cameras all shut off.

Dan and Donna let out deep sighs in unison, Donna ragdolling slightly in her chair, limbs going loose. Instantly, Dan shot to his feet, shoving his hands in his jacket. Without a word, he started for the door, eager to get some fresh air. Donna followed, running a hand through her hair.

The door opened with a squeak, metal hinges grinding together, showing off an alleyway soaked in shadow, the only things lighting their view being faint streetlights a ways away. Said door crashed behind them, their fancy heels clicking on the cracked pavement. Donna took a deep breath, relishing in the frankly toasty summer night air. From his pocket, Dan supplied a small carton of cigarettes, flipping it open to pull out two sticks.

The scent of tobacco slammed into Donna's nose as she reached into her dresses' own pockets, revealing a lighter, its body a royal purple hue, her favorite color. Dan handed her a stick as he put one on his own lips. With a snap, Donna ignited the lighter, casting a new glow on her face. No conscious effort went through her as she lit the cigarette, a habit she's had since high school. She took a deep drag, mostly on auto pilot, taste buds enjoying the familiar smokey flavor.

Before she could light Dan's, he let out a groan, slightly mumbly from him trying to keep the cigarette in his mouth. "God damnit," he said, grabbing the edge of his jacket. Dan threw the garment off his shoulders, revealing the dress shirt and suspenders holding up his pants beneath.

"It's too fucking hot out here," he complained, folding it over his arm as Donna took in the sight of him. She chuckled, snapping Dan's attention to her.

"What?"

She motioned to his suspenders, the faintly glowing stick limp in her fingers. "I forgot you had those on, pointdexter." A smile, a genuine one, was on her cheeks.

"They're fancy," Dan defended, holding his cigarette out to Donna. Not wanting to bother with the lighter, she held out the red hot end to his, creating a small flicker that danced onto Dan's elegantly. The cigarette raced back to his lips, smoke already curling on his tongue.

"Yeah, you would think that," Donna playfully shot back, coiling a finger around one of the bands. She pulled on the cloth, stretching it far out before letting go. Dan realized what she was doing too late, helpless to stop the inevitable. The suspender slapped against his chest, forcing a hiss out of him with a billow of smoke.

He rubbed a hand over the affected spot, Donna continued smiling. "Seriously?" he complained, grinning too.

"You know I couldn't resist." Donna leaned close to him, pecking a kiss on his cheek, Dan blushed.

[bridgyrose]

Good evening Bridgy. Shippy drabbles, Frostbyte/Freezerburn/Ladybug, whichever you want to write most, #17 pretty please.

Weiss couldnt help but watch the signal on her scroll drop as Penny continued to drive further away from Mantle and into the tundra of Solitas. It was one thing to come out this way on a mission, but this wasnt such an occasion. Instead, Penny had asked her to make sure she had a heavy jacket and her winter sleeping pack for what she called “a fun date night”. Which meant this was probably going to be the last time that she’d allow Penny to go to Ruby for any date ideas. 

Still, she did have to admit that it was nice to finally have some time alone with Penny now that they had a moment to relax. The only real thing she had to worry about was the maintenance going on for the Atlas communications tower, not that anything was going to happen. And if anything did it wasnt like itd be hard for anyone to reach her-

“Is everything okay, Weiss?” Penny asked as she brought the truck she borrowed to a stop. “You do not seem to be very relaxed.” 

“I’m relaxed,” Weiss lied as she put her scroll away. “What’s more relaxing than being in a grimm filled tundra far away from Mantle with no signal if anything goes wrong?” 

“There is nothing to worry about. Robyn and the rest of the Happy Huntresses have made sure this area is clear. And we will only be out here for a night.” 

And that doesnt exactly make it sound better, Weiss thought to herself as she looked out at the barren tundra in front of her. “So what exactly are we doing out here? There’s nothing here.” 

Penny just flashed a smile, put on a jacket, and stepped outside the truck. “We need to go outside.” 

“But its night!” Weiss called out on deaf ears. She followed suit and put on her jacket, stepping outside the truck to feel the piercing cold practically cut through her aura. The iced up snow crunched under her step as she made her way to Penny’s side. “O-okay, now what?” she shivered out. 

“Now watch the sky.” 

Weiss rolled her eyes and turned around to start heading back into the truck until she saw Penny’s eyes start to glow. It was different from the normal glow of the light that made up her eyes, soft green flames flickered around her eyes. Then, she saw the clouds start to move until the night sky had cleared. The stars and moon were now visible, the light of the moon lighting up snow from the light it reflected. A small smile crossed her lips as she stared at the sky that reminded her of her time in Vale. “How?” 

“I cannot tell you everything, but I wanted to make sure tonight was special since today is our anniversary.” Penny closed her eyes for a moment as the flames died down and she leaned into Weiss. “Is this okay?” 

“This… this is more than okay,” Weiss said quietly as she pulled Penny close. She hadnt noticed that the wind had died down or that the air around Penny was much warmer than before, but that didnt matter. What mattered was that she was with her girlfriend, the love of her life. “This is perfect. And you’re sure you cant tell me how you did this?” 

Penny gave her a smile. “One day, but I cannot today. Right now, we should enjoy the night. I will get a fire started for us.” 

Weiss nodded and let Penny pull away to start making a fire, watching her as she did. The smile never left as she sat down with Penny once the fire was lit and they started cooking dinner, her eyes glancing up at the stars above them. This was a perfect night. 

[catgirl-catboy]

All it took to jumpstart your career was one good story. Vox knew that better than most.

Any of the other nobodies he'd worked with could have found the story, but what a waste that would be!

No, god made that story for him.

The world held its breath for him. Gentlemen vanished into the night, not even leaving behind a body to bury!  Police, confounded!

From there, it was laughably easy. He rose through the ranks, and almost cried when the fucker was caught.

He would outshine Alastor, rise to the top again.  He just needed his next story.

[motownfiction]

divination

Daniel doesn’t dare tell anyone about this – not even Sadie – but he thinks he must have known what was going to happen between Charlie and Elenore.

He thinks he knew even before Charlie told him on Christmas Eve, when they went to go see Sam in the cemetery. Something about the way Elenore looked when Daniel saw her … something about the way she sounded on the phone, or the way her infrequent emails read. There was something going on – a feeling Daniel would only describe as what he would get if he somehow had the chance to spend a night with Princess Leia in her long white dress. Only one person in the world could do a number like that on Elenore.

And Daniel knows he couldn’t have stopped anything. He couldn’t have even talked to Elenore about it. He loves her – always, always, especially now that there’s no Sam for her to run to when no one else understands – but it’s not like that. Daniel’s not like that. He can love you to heaven and hell and all around Saturn, but he’s never going to make you talk about your feelings unprompted. He’d die if anyone asked him flat like that. Figures everybody else would, too.

Everybody, of course, except Sadie. The only person he could ever say any of this to, except for himself.

“Divination,” she says.

Daniel makes a face.

“What?” he asks.

“Divination,” Sadie says again. “It’s like being able to see the future. I always thought you kind of had it. This just gives me the proof.”

Daniel thinks about that for a minute. Maybe he is the kind of guy with a hunch for things. When he was six, and his father never used the stupid little soap Daniel made for him one Christmas, he knew one day, he’d leave and never call them again. He knew as soon as Lola made her first grilled cheese sandwich by herself that she would open her own restaurant one day. And he knew from the first time Sadie kissed him that she’d be the only woman he ever kissed for the rest of his life. He was always right. Something about the bones.

“What should I do?” he asks. “For Elenore?”

Sadie shrugs.

“Call her up,” she says. “Talk about anything. Except what’s going on.”

Daniel almost smiles.

Sounds pretty good to him.

(part of @nosebleedclub december challenge -- day 20!)

[alegocarmadein]

Hey hey friends!

Do you want to read a kaf fic that's 1k words and takes like...5 min to read tops that sweet & fluffy.

Well I wrote that! For you! Yes you!

Read it! If you want! Or don't! Leave a comment! Or don't! I love you! Bye! I'm sick!

[ustalav]

valentine's drabbles - gideon/rodaine

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

a scene we have discussed many a time, in which rodaine is frozen by trauma upon seeing corypheus' archdemon in haven (as always, rodaine belongs to @sinquisition)

The last of the stragglers are being ushered into the Haven Chantry when the dragon’s screech rips the sky. Gideon grips his staff so harshly his knuckles feel as if they will burst from his skin. His heart is racing and dear Maker, the sound is only getting closer.

What can they do? It’s all so hopeless. He is going to die here. Gideon remembers what it felt like to be burned by the brunt of a fireball. His skin flaming, so much pain and heat it felt like being plunged into ice. And now he’d be engulfed by it. By a dragon’s flaming breath.

His eyes dart to Rodaine for support. Rodaine… who had led the world to victory once before, who had every answer Gideon ever needed, who knew his way around impossible battlefields. But Rodaine’s eyes are planted firmly on the skies. Wide and full of fear, his hand seems to tremble on his staff. And when Gideon finally looks up, it all connects.

It’s not just a dragon. A horrifying beast that could rip in two… it’s an archdemon. Rodaine had had dreams… heard the call of the Darkspawn. They had written it off as fluctuations in the Fade but no.

Maker save me. Blessed are those who stand before the corrupt and wicked and do not falter. Blessed are the righteous the lights in the shadow. Blessed are the peacekeepers-

Gideon only has seconds to make a choice. If he is truly the Herald of Andraste, then there was only one course of action. Rodaine still stands frozen, a look of terror Gideon has only seen on his face on private nights alone when he wakes up on the edge of a scream.

He straightens and shouts, “Move. Now.”

The others begin to run but Rodaine still seems stuck. Gideon shoves him roughly towards Cassandra. “Go.”

And, as if thankful the thinking was done for him, he does. Right as the blast of fire comes raining down from the skies above.

Gideon tries to run. Tries to keep up with the others, but the blast sends him hurdling into the snow, his staff far out of reach. When he looks to where he saw his partner last, all he sees is a curtain of fire.

If Gideon is truly Her Herald, he must have faith Andraste will guide Rodaine to safety with the rest. If it is his destiny to die here so he may live, he will face his fate gladly.

Yet his hands don’t stop trembling when that Darkspawn Lord lands before him. And his heart races faster when it begins to speak.

[thecoddaughter]

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Inside Bad's mind during Forever's proposal...