sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

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sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

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sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

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sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

…Oh.

Oh.

…Well, fuck it.

"I don’t care what you are-" Weiss huffed, tugging her in for another kiss.

Facts were facts and there was no disputing that this felt good.

"-so long as you treat me right-" She breathed out in a whiny, soft sort of sigh, too spent and exasperated to find fault with anything else today.

And besides, it wasn’t like-

It wasn’t like she didn’t appreciate the ego boost.

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It was acceptance rooted in selfishness but like fuck was Blake going to argue about it right now. Relief flooded through her and the cold stone in her gut vanished like it hadn’t ever been there. 

"Look at you, all grown up and—"

Hell—

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sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

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weiss-schnee:

Shit.

Her knees almost damn well gave away at Blake’s order, and for all she’d said about wanting to control and choose, being told what to do like this had stoked something to life in her gut that she wouldn’t have let happen otherwise.

Fuck. Fuck. God damn.

She was going to lose her mind-

Weiss hissed as she felt-something-against her inner thigh and thought that perhaps she already had.

"…W…What-"

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Blake ground her teeth at the jolt of friction, fear turning her heated blood cold. She tried to swallow with a suddenly dry throat, pulling back and away from Weiss just by an arm’s length. 

Weiss could leave, if she wanted. Probably would—Blake could recover from that, in time, she could, but she just hoped against everything that Weiss didn’t say something that would cut her to the quick.

"I-I—it’s—um. Hard to explain, I—"

Her thighs pressed together and Blake looked down, unable to meet Weiss’s eyes and—goddammit, they weren’t supposed to know

"I’m a girl." She bit it out, resolute. "Despite what my body says, I’m a girl. O-okay?”

Please, please let her understand—

Funny, how she was always stuck thinking that around Weiss.

…Oh.

Oh.

…Well, fuck it.

"I don’t care what you are-" Weiss huffed, tugging her in for another kiss.

Facts were facts and there was no disputing that this felt good.

"-so long as you treat me right-" She breathed out in a whiny, soft sort of sigh, too spent and exasperated to find fault with anything else today.

And besides, it wasn’t like-

It wasn’t like she didn’t appreciate the ego boost.

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sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

Weiss felt small and fragile, but it came with a sort of courage that came with those that had come close to dying, in one manner or another.

She felt like she could do anything. Her back was to the wall and in a way-it was the most support she’d had of anything that was behind her now.

But RWBY was ahead of her. And in front of her at this very moment-

"Prove it-" She ground out through clenched teeth, eyes stinging with tears, "-show me-" Weiss drew closer, hiccuping once, "-show me something-someone-to-hold on, to-"

She closed her eyes and kissed her, long, and hot and with every ounce of fervor coursing through her, tugging at her veins.

Of course Weiss needed even kissing to be a challenge, a back and forth pull. Or maybe she genuinely did need convincing that Blake wasn’t going to leave her now. Blake could sympathize; some things you just couldn’t leave to faith.

"You always need someone to prove something, don’t you—"

It was a heated laugh against Weiss’s mouth, her hands rising to cup each pale cheek and stealing her breath, ears perked and alert for every sound Weiss made—would make—everything

"Open your mouth," she breathed hotly, waiting patiently until Weiss obliged; Blake deepened the kiss, her pleased growl lost in the back of Weiss’s throat as she pressed flush against the other girl, momentarily forgetting why she had kept her distance.

Shit.

Her knees almost damn well gave away at Blake’s order, and for all she’d said about wanting to control and choose, being told what to do like this had stoked something to life in her gut that she wouldn’t have let happen otherwise.

Fuck. Fuck. God damn.

She was going to lose her mind-

Weiss hissed as she felt-something-against her inner thigh and thought that perhaps she already had.

"…W…What-"

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Spectacular acrobatics there, Weiss! The bond between your teammates is developing pretty whooosh. Card games, though. Gotta get help from the sisters!
Anonymous

"It was…acceptable."

"For a peasant game, I mean. Although I was losing so badly that commiserating with Ruby was the highlight of the experience."

tags → #rwby #ask #Anonymous 

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

She shook her head over and over, brow knitting, voice breaking.

"No, don’t-don’t-” Weiss twisted her fingers into Blake’s scarf, shuddering against her desperately. “Don’t make me say anything I can’t say anything I can’t figure it out I don’t know what-what this is or what I want and it’s so hard I wanted to be mine I wanted to choose and now I don’t even know I just-need-“

You.

”-help-” She choked on the word, tilted up her chin to plead with everything she had as she panted over Blake’s lips.

”-help me, Blake-“

"Hey, hey hey now—" Her voice lowered like she was talking to a startled, wounded animal, her hands gently running up and down Weiss’s sides to soothe. "Hush. Breathe, okay? I—"

Blake swallowed, chased her words with a kiss.

"I’ll help. I promise. I’ll help you."

She protected her own, she took care of her own—the kiss had been an impulse, something she had once done in another time, with another person—(and she didn’t want to think about him now, didn’t want to think about how bartered her body for his humanity and lost again and again and again)—and it had just. 

Happened. 

It seemed to be working somewhat, though, although Weiss seemed to be cracking and breaking at the seams. That was alright—Blake would sweep up every last piece and call in Ruby and Yang and the three of them would build her back again, seal up every good feeling they had for her and chase all that bitter cold away.

She walked Weiss to the wall, pressed her there and surrounded her—a barrier, a shield—and her hair drifted around their faces like a shroud to hide them further. 

"Remember? I’m yours. I’m your person, right now." It was a soft affirmation. "I’m not going anywhere."

Weiss felt small and fragile, but it came with a sort of courage that came with those that had come close to dying, in one manner or another.

She felt like she could do anything. Her back was to the wall and in a way-it was the most support she’d had of anything that was behind her now.

But RWBY was ahead of her. And in front of her at this very moment-

"Prove it-" She ground out through clenched teeth, eyes stinging with tears, "-show me-" Weiss drew closer, hiccuping once, "-show me something-someone-to-hold on, to-"

She closed her eyes and kissed her, long, and hot and with every ounce of fervor coursing through her, tugging at her veins.

sticks and stones // closed rp @ askalittleweebcat

askalittleweebcat:

weiss-schnee:

She’d hated that name, when their team had been formed: RWBY.

Her letter was the only one that couldn’t be heard when you said it out loud.

It was covered up by the sound of a girl’s name who was younger, happier, than Weiss had ever been, and for a time, she’d hated Ruby for that, or thought she did.

But-

Blake was right.

And Ruby was-Ruby was everything she’d wanted for herself. Everything she should’ve recognized and wanted to nurture, and now-

She was becoming just like what she’d hated so fiercely, everything she’d been fighting, the kind of person that would beat the child out of a girl if she’d make a mistake, make her fear and cower and harden like she herself had had to-

Ruby was too kind for that.

Weiss was frustrated beyond comprehension and her psyche was brittle as she tried to unfold it, to find some unbroken shard or scrap of something she could rebuild off of.

She wanted to take it back.

Her eyes widened with alarm as Blake kissed her and she stiffened, recoiled just a hair, not enough to mean a ‘no’.

"What are you doing-" Weiss intoned raggedly, breath catching inexplicably in her throat. She glared, then, to make up for how wet her eyes had become, lips curling into a snarl as she forced through grit teeth, "-Stop it-“

And kissed her hard, quick, fast, pulled back again, breath coming in tight and sharp under her ribs.

Blake had said everything she’d ever wanted to hear.

Everything she’d never wanted to admit needing.

"-Just stop it, Blake-“

And leaned in, and didn’t let go.

"You know—" Lips met her own, hard and quick and fast and raw, animal in its intensity. Blake hummed into it, mourning the loss even as Weiss leaned in, clung. 

Blake clung back, arms dropping to a thin waist—too thin, did Weiss even eat, really?—and pulled her flush, kissing the corner of her mouth, her cheek.

"You have to communicate, Weiss—” And Blake’s heart swelled and wept at how small Weiss was against her, how easily she could break, now. She’d caused this, she’d—

She hadn’t protected her own. The shame could choke her. 

"—Don’t just say no and keep me in, tell me, tell me yes or no because I’ll leave, I won’t push, I don’t want—”

Oh, how she wanted. Fights of any nature stirred her blood, made her heart bound and the bindings and paddings of her chest drew tighter still, leaving her panting softly against Weiss’s neck, the heat drawing up under her skin—

She angled her hips away, hoping it wasn’t a second too late, and it was awkward with the positioning, but she didn’t want—Weiss would rip her apart, and Blake had no more bravado or esteem to spare if Weiss found out like that—

"I won’t take advantage of you like this. I just—I just want to help—tell me what you want, Schnee.”

She shook her head over and over, brow knitting, voice breaking.

"No, don’t-don’t-” Weiss twisted her fingers into Blake’s scarf, shuddering against her desperately. “Don’t make me say anything I can’t say anything I can’t figure it out I don’t know what-what this is or what I want and it’s so hard I wanted to be mine I wanted to choose and now I don’t even know I just-need-“

You.

”-help-” She choked on the word, tilted up her chin to plead with everything she had as she panted over Blake’s lips.

”-help me, Blake-“