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satendou · 4 years

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⟼ dirty, filth, grimy

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⇢ pairing: bokuto kotaro/reader

⇢ au: aged up!au, pro!bokuto

⇢ summary: bokuto isn’t slick, and isn’t a shower supposed to help you get clean?

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⇥ requests are open! | rules

⇢ warnings: established relationship, smut, fingering, locker room sex, shower sexy, unprotected sex

⇢ word count: 2.3k

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⇢ a/n: i was on a roll with public sex when i wrote this ionno. also i’m sorry i always have to go back and edit to say thank you to @keijiskitten for beta reading for me idk why i always forget ugh but ily and appreshiate u sm

The squeal of wheels and thudding of balls against the floor slowly petered out as the team got ready to go home. The only one who was not quite ready to leave yet was Bokuto, who had continued practicing his spikes for a while after the rest had showered up and started cleaning. So you were stuck waiting around for him to get finished, helping him clean up and then settling in to wait for him to shower.

He gave your forehead a quick peck on his way by, and you watched him shed his shirt as he walked towards the locker room, the fabric sticking to his back with sweat as he slid it up and over his head. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, he stopped and turned back to you wearing the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen.

Which was saying something, when it came to Bokuto.

“Say, you haven’t showered yet, have you?” he said, taking slow steps back in your direction. “I saw you helping the others earlier. That’s pretty gross, _____.”

You blinked at him in confusion. Way earlier, you had filled in for someone for a few minutes, tossing balls to the setter while he went to get a drink-- not even long enough to break a sweat. With the way Bokuto watched you like a hawk, mostly to make sure you were paying attention to him showing off for you, he had to know that.

“What’re you up to, Ko?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

You knew that look. He was plotting something.

His hands came out, held up in defense, still wearing a mischievous smirk. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, _____. You need to shower, I need to shower. I just thought we could conserve water is all. Ecological consciousness and all that.”

You snorted and stood up, pulling your bag off your shoulder and setting it on the chair, followed by your jacket “You’ve been spending too much time with Kuroo. Ecological consciousness, is that the best you can come up with?”

As you fell into step beside him, he took your hand and dragged you towards the door. “Don’t be mean, _____. And besides, it worked, didn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. It wasn’t like you knew how to say no to him anyway, and he’d have just pestered you if you had. But try telling him that.

The door opened silently, the lights flicking on automatically when they detected movement. The silence inside was almost eerie. You were rarely in there in general, let alone without the team, so you had never noticed before. Your footsteps echoed as Bokuto led the way to the showers, the handle squeaking quietly as he turned it, setting it to the temperature that he liked.

His shorts hit the floor and then his hands found your shirt, tugging it up and off of you. The rough pads of his fingers skimmed up your back to your bra clasp, and then it was gone too. Palming your breast in one of his warm hands, he smirked at you. “You’re so pretty, _____.”

You trembled when he pinched your nipple between his forefinger and thumb and pulled, letting it go and watching it jiggle and bounce. Your pants hit the floor next and you stood naked before him. Even after years together, you flushed under his intense, hungry gaze, like you had every time since the first. The way he watched you was both flattering and unnerving, like he wanted to eat you up-- or out, which you didn’t doubt either.

The thought made you blush harder, knowing firsthand how good he was at that.

“Watcha thinkin’ about, princess?” he asked, guiding you by the hips as he walked backwards into the warm water. He groaned as it beat his sore muscles, pulling you right to his chest under the spray.

“Um, you,” you whispered, tapping on his chest with your fingertips. Absentmindedly, you slid your hand up and over his broad shoulder, cupping his neck, watching the water collect against your fingers and spill over. It always amazed you how warm Bokuto was; he just radiated heat like the sun. With his arms wrapped around you, your body pressed to his firm one, you felt safe and comfortable, protected.

And more than a little turned on.

“Me?” he asked, and sounded genuinely startled. He looked down at you with wide eyes, searching your face for...something, and you laughed.

“Of course you, you dork,” you said, tugging on his bangs. The water had washed the gel keeping his spiky locks upright and it now fell down naturally into his face. “Who else would I mean? You’re so dumb, Ko.”

In response, he pushed his bangs up and off his forehead, slicking it back. “You’re so mean to me, _____.”

“You bring it on yourself, you know. ‘Me?’ Honestly,” you said. You squeezed the back of his neck, pushing against it and he willingly came down, pressing his lips to yours before he could respond. Your tongue slipped past his lips, probing against his and tasting the remnants of the fruity energy drink he had chugged not long ago. He groaned, his hands sliding down and squeezing your ass. You could feel his erection pressing between your legs, but you weren’t quite ready to give in yet.

Pulling away, you smiled, and he recognized the teasing intent behind it. When you pulled out of his arms, he whined and made to drag you back, but the water made it dangerous to play around so he let you slide free, watching you pick up his body wash and loofah.

As slowly as you could manage, you started to scrub his chest in slow circles and watched his head tip back. Your free hand rested on his abs, thumb mimicking the movements of your occupied hand, collecting up the suds that slid down.

He groaned as your hands ghosted over his hip and laughed at the tight squeeze you gave his ass and squeezed yours, causing you to giggle.

“If we get caught we’re so dead, you know that right? Coach’ll give you so much receiving practice your arms will fall off,” you warned as the loofah slid from your hand, hitting the floor with a wet slap. It fell on deaf ears as Bokuto swept you up in a heated kiss, tongue probing between your lips for a taste.

“Worth it,” he grunted, guiding you carefully backwards until your back met the wall. With one arm propped over your head, he used his knee to guide your legs apart. Wet fingers probed your slick lips, splitting them open to graze your entrance. “So ready for me already, babygirl.”

You sighed as he eased his way in, thumb flicking your clit. You raked your fingers through his hair, tugging on the knots created by the water, rocking your hips into his fingers. “Always for you, Ko. You feel so good.”

His cock twitched at your easy praise, moaning low in your throat as he slid a second one into your tight heat. Your soft hand wrapped around his bobbing cock, using the water as a makeshift lube to pump, thumb smearing precum down his length. His hips jerked in time with your hand, fingers syncing up as they thrust in and out of you, little moans reaching his ears until his lips covered yours again.

His fingers curled inside of you, the tips massaging just right and your lips parted, thighs squeezing down on his hand.

“Ko, Ko, shit,” you stuttered against his lips, fingers locking in his hair.

He pulled back, eyes glazed and nodded, pulling his fingers from your opened cunt with a slick noise. Guiding you to turn around, you leaned over and slid your hands up the back of your thighs. You squeezed, fingers parting your folds for him and he licked his lips at the sight of your glossy pussy spread wide.

“Baby, that’s so sexy,” he groaned, fingertips gliding down through your folds and clit, on display and dripping for him. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty side.”

“Well, I’m about to let you fuck me in the team locker room, I think I can afford to have a little fun,” you responded, voice raspy as he dipped his finger inside you one last time.

He fisted his cock in his hand, guiding the tip to your creamy entrance, and groaned when you clenched around him. His jaw slacked open, tongue wetting his lips as he continued to press into you, hands helping to spread your ass further apart so he could watch himself disappear.

Halfway in, he pulled back out and the sight of your slick covering his length caused him to groan and slam back into you, eliciting a squeal from your parted lips.

“Ko, fuck, that feels so good, oh my god, so big,” you babbled, words just pouring out of your mouth. You couldn’t help it as he battered your cervix, flared tip dragging along every nerve ending inside your stretched pussy. Only his hands on your hips kept you from slamming into the wall with every thrust, pulling you backwards to meet his hips and filling the small stall with wet slaps.

His head was angled down, eyes glued to the slide of his slick cock in and out of your pussy, and he groaned deep in his chest when you squeezed down on him. He couldn’t help the jerk of his hips, his pace stuttering as a strong lance of pleasure shot through him.

“Baby, what are you doing to me?” he asked when you giggled, probably at his response. He sounded blissed out, starting a slow, shallow rocking motion inside you.

You could feel every vein and fold of his shaft drag along your spongy walls, grinding against your g-spot and cervix and clit, and your toes curled from the overwhelming pleasure. When you squeezed around him this time, it was out of your control, a moan loosing from your lips and your nails curling into your palms. Your cheek met the wet tile wall, mouth slack as he started to fuck you again, hips slamming into yours faster than before.

You prattled his name like a mantra, mixing praises and moans in against your will as the coil built tighter.

“So good, Ko. You fuck me so well, every time. Gonna cum, baby, please make me cum,” you moaned, craning your neck back to look at him. His piercing yellow eyes met yours, mouth twisted somewhere between pleasure and a smirk and it sent shivers down your spine, mixing with the pleasure in your gut and you whimpered his name.

His fingers curled in your now-damp hair and pulled you up, twisting your head so that he could kiss you. It was sloppy, tongue delving between your lips and lapping at yours, and when he pulled away a string of drool came with him. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Wanna feel you cream all over my cock.”

A high whine left you, his sharp eyes hypnotizing you as he pounded your tight hole, his words sending heat lancing through you and the coil snapped. Your back arched, body going rigid in his arms as your fingers scrabbled for purchase on the tiled walls. His movements slowed, riding you through it with small rolls of his hips as your moans bounced off the walls and drowned out the sound of the water still falling over you.

When you finally went limp, leaning against his chest, he nipped at your ear before whispering, “I’m so close, baby, stay with me. Let me cum in this pretty pussy, ‘kay?”

You nodded, lips parting as he started moving again, just as hard and fast and before and a scream bubbled in your throat. It was both too much and too good, the pleasure almost painful but there was a deep need to feel him bury his cock deep in you, hear him moan your name as he filled you to the brim.

It didn’t take long, listening to the small whines and moans that left your lips, nails digging into his wrist as your overstimulated pussy spasmed around him.

“C-Cumming,” he moaned, his broad frame curling around yours, hips jerking as he used your pussy to milk himself dry. His breath came in pants, hot puffs of air against your sweat slicked skin, and then he was pulling out of you, admiring the fucked out look on your face when he turned you around.

Your arms curled around his neck, letting him hold you up as your eyes fluttered. “You’re gonna have to help me stand, Ko. I can’t feel my legs.”

He laughed, the sound too loud in the aftermath of that. It was so intense you had forgotten you were literally in a public place, anyone able to walk in on you at any moment. “A job well done then, huh?”

“As always,” you murmured, nuzzling against his neck. He kept one arm around you, holding you close as he turned the temperature of the water down a little. “Now let’s shower so we can get going. I’m starving.”

At the mention of food, he perked back up, his energy returning as if he hadn’t just fucked you into the wall. In record time, you were both scrubbed down and getting dressed, heading out into the gym to gather your things up.

“Can we just get something to take home? I’m pretty tired after all that exercise,” he said, rubbing the back of his head as he watched you pick your bag up.

You rolled your eyes, catching his mischievous yellow eyes roaming over your body before licking his lips. “Yeah, Kou. I’m sure that’s your reason for wanting to get home.”

He shrugged, tossing a beefy arm across your shoulders. “What can I say? I’m a man of taste. And I really, really wanna taste you.”

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detective-giggles · 4 years

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Stolen kisses

NSFW:

Hello! This my first prompt request, for a first-time Barisi make-out session. I hope it works for you, @itsjustmyfantasyroom! :)

Slight season 17 spoiler.

Thanks to @moderateshouting for helping with the set-up and grammar check!

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“Liv, this is completely unnecessary. I... I overreacted.” Rafael sighed and dropped to the couch. He loosened his tie but didn’t attempt to remove it.

Olivia rolled her eyes, “Rafa, you’ve been getting death threats and you gave some... lowlife your address! I would say you under-reacted. At least you called me when you found out someone broke in to your apartment. Instead of waiting for weeks.” Olivia glared his direction and then handed him a little plastic cup half-full of the scotch she had brought for him.

Rafael took a small sip. “But nothing was missing. It’s not like they ransacked the place!”

“It’s procedure and it’s only for a couple days. Just while we check some things out. We’re getting the surveillance video from your apartment building. The doorman didn’t remember anyone out of place, so we’re checking for delivery men....contractors...”

“Anyone in uniform who would have been waived in.” He sipped again and looked around the small hotel room, his home away from home. It was nicer than he would have expected, and he figured Olivia had pulled some strings to get him here instead of some seedy motel on the outskirts of town.

“If you need anything, call me,” Olivia offered. She gestured to the couple bags she had brought with her: one contained some clothes and basic toiletries to get him through the next few days. The other had some snacks and, he hoped, another bottle of scotch. If he was going to be stuck in this hotel room for too long, he’d need it.

“Thanks, Liv.”

“Do you want me to stay for a little while? You still look a little shaken.”

“Uh, no. Get home to Noah. I just- I’ll be fine after a couple more of these and a hot shower.” He gestured with his glass.

Olivia laughed, “Well I recommend the shower before the scotch, but that’s just me. Come lock the door behind me.” Rafael sighed but dutifully followed Olivia to the door. She peeked out the peephole and then turned back to Rafael. “Don’t let anyone in. I have a key, and I’ll let you know when I’m on my way. There are two uniformed officers outside. And keep the blinds closed.”

Rafael nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

“Call me if you need anything,” she repeated. “I’m five minutes away.”

He nodded again, “Thanks, Liv.” Olivia opened the door and slipped out, and Rafael flipped the security latch.

He toed off his shoes, tucking them neatly under the table. Rafael finished off the scotch in his glass before pouring himself a bit more and making his way over to the clothes Olivia had brought. He slowly pulled the items out of the bag, putting them in the dresser drawers. He couldn’t stand the idea of living out of a suitcase, even for just a few days. Rafael carefully took off his jacket and hung it neatly on one of the hangers.

He propped a couple pillows against the headboard and grabbed the remote when he heard a light knock on the door. He froze, listening. After a moment, they knocked again, louder. “Barba? It’s me, uh, it’s Sonny.”

Rafael relaxed. As if he wouldn’t recognize that voice anywhere. He hurried to the door and paused before unlocking it and throwing it open. He cleared his throat. “Good evening, Detective.”

“Hey, Counselor. I was on my way home but I wanted to swing by and see if you needed anything?”

“Your way home? From the precinct?” Rafael raised an eyebrow. Sonny nodded and gave a tiny shrug. Rafael had been to Sonny’s once, on a date, and knew it was nowhere near the hotel he was currently staying in. “Well, actually, Carisi, I have a question about one of your DD5s. Can you stay for a few minutes?”

He moved aside to allow Sonny to enter the hotel room and then closed and locked the door behind him. “Rafael, How are you? Really?”

“Okay. The scotch helps. You want a drink?”

“No, thanks. I better not.”

“Right. Well, have a seat, get comfy.” He finished off his drink and took a seat in the middle of the sofa. He watched as Sonny stripped out of his jacket, wincing as the detective haphazardly tossed it over the back of a chair. He unclipped his badge and holster, leaving those on the nearby table, before taking a seat on the couch. It didn’t escape Rafael’s notice, however, that Sonny deliberately took the seat between Rafael and the door.

“This is a nice room.” Sonny commented, draping his arm over the back of the couch, almost-but-not-quite across Rafael’s shoulders.

“Yeah, it’s not bad. I mean-” Rafael paused, distracted by the warmth of Sonny’s thigh from where it pressed against his. And he couldn’t help but notice the way Sonny’s gaze traveled to his lips as he spoke.

Sonny looked up, making eye contact. “What?” A small smile played across his lips. “What are you thinkin’ about?”

“I, uh...” Rafael reached up and grabbed a fistful of Sonny’s shirt, using it to pull the younger man closer. Their lips met-gently at first- and grew more heated as they continued. Rafael nipped at Sonny’s bottom lip with his teeth and Sonny made a pleased noise, leaving Rafael to wonder what other noises he could coax from his companion.

Sonny tipped his head down, breaking the kiss, leaving his forehead pressed against Rafael’s. “I was worried about you.” He admitted softly.

“Don’t be.”

With a grace neither of them realized he possessed, Sonny rose to his knees and swung a leg over Rafael’s, straddling his thighs. “Is this okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s good. You’re good,” Rafael managed, slipping his hand behind Sonny’s head and pulling him closer. Sonny obliged, kissing him again.

Sonny grabbed onto Rafael’s arms to steady himself, giving his biceps a squeeze. “Jesus, Rafael,” he murmured, running his hands up Rafael’s arms, over his shoulders, and onto his upper back.

Rafael hesitated, wondering what to do with his hands. Then again, Sonny was sitting in his lap, so he figured there wasn’t much he couldn’t do. He pulled the hem of Sonny’s shirt from his pants, wanting to feel his skin. He planted one hand firmly on Sonny’s ass, giving it a hard squeeze and slipped his other hand under Sonny’s shirt, sliding it up and over his abs and then reached up to tweak a nipple.

Sonny moaned and arched into the touch, spurring Rafael on. He lifted Sonny’s shirt and gave one nipple a rough pinch before soothing it with his mouth and then doing the same to the other side.

Sonny whimpered, digging his fingernails into Rafael’s shoulders. Rafael let his fingers tangle in the younger man’s hair and tugged, bringing him down for another open mouthed kiss. They kissed for a moment, loud and eager.

Sonny moved slightly, planting small kisses along Rafael’s jaw. Rafael tilted his head to the side, allowing better access. Sonny took the opening, sucking low and hard on Rafael’s neck. With the change in position, he could feel Sonny’s erection pressed against his through their slacks. He grabbed onto Sonny’s hips, pulling him down. Sonny moaned softly, desperately grinding against Rafael.

Rafael’s eyes fluttered closed as Sonny found another spot to mark up. It was higher, Rafael wasn’t sure if it could be hidden with his collar, but then, he didn’t know when he’d be allowed to leave the hotel room anyway, so why not live a little?

Sonny shifted back suddenly and inhaled sharply through his nose. “You okay?” Rafael asked, his hands moving up to steady the other man.

Sonny nodded, “Yep.” Rafael watched as his cheeks flushed pink and he took a couple more deep breaths.

“Did you just...”

“Nope.”

Rafael thought for a moment and then hummed, “Do you want to?” He unbuckled Sonny’s belt quickly, but paused at his button, waiting for an affirmative response.

“I... I am woefully under prepared. I didn’t bring any condoms or anything,” he mumbled. He shifted his hips forward and moved his hand down to help Rafael unbutton his pants, while leaning in to kiss him again, “But I-” a loud knock at the door startled them both and Sonny jumped up. Frustrated, Rafael grumbled as he stood. He looked up and chucked and attempted to smooth Sonny’s disheveled hair. “I should go.”

“You don’t have to. I mean- we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I just like having you here.”

Sonny grabbed his badge and gun from the table, “I do. Have to go. That was Montero, his shift change is on the way. I need to leave now if I’m going to get out of here without anyone knowing I was here. So unless you’re ready to disclose so soon...” Sonny laughed as Rafael made a shooing motion with his hands. He grabbed his coat and Rafael followed him to the door. “But text me tomorrow? Maybe I can swing by again.” Sonny grinned shyly and Rafael rose up on his toes to kiss his cheek.

“Good night, Sonny.” He opened the door and Sonny stepped into the hallway.

“Good night, Rafael.”

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texanredrose · 6 years

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Everyone’s A Critic

Am I doing Freezerburn Week? Probably not, because I’m not feeling well, but this prompt I couldn’t resist. Soulmate AU based on this post.

Weiss’ brow furrowed as she quickly walked towards the exit, absolutely livid beyond measure. Thankfully, her companion for the showing happened to be just as vexed as her, though they’d made a promise not to voice any grievances until after they’d exited the theater. Hence her desire to be out of it sooner rather than later.

“I can’t believe-”

“Blake,” she said, tone sharp not because of her friend’s frustrations but because of their shared annoyance. “We have a deal.”

“That was before actually watching that trainwreck.” The Faunus’ ears laid back against her skull as she grimaced. “But the books were so good, we couldn’t have expected this disgusting catastrophe.”

However, for all Weiss’ desire to keep true to her word... oh did she have some rather pointed Opinions(tm) about this particular attempt to do justice to a well beloved series.

“It’s not just that.” They pushed out of the studio and into the florescent light of the theater’s hallways, following the throng of moviegoers who faced similar disappointment. “We can get to the myriad of ways they completely missed the point of the books later, because that in itself is a long enough list, but don’t you think we should start with how abysmal that was from the standpoint of just being a movie?” Frustration colored her tone as she quickened her pace, as if she could put physical distance between herself and the mere memory of that disgrace. “They cut so much material out, the plot is completely incomprehensible to one not familiar with the books, and even then is terribly disjointed in trying to be faithful to that. The pacing is god awful, likely because the directors merely googled which passages were most popular and poured all their effort into those scenes, which would make sense if they had all the other events leading up to them to build the tension and significance! As it stands, they’re just isolated moments when the story actually takes time to show itself, but all that is buried under layers of cinematic tomfoolery for the obvious intention of nabbing some manner of award and merely hoping every other scene can support themselves, which they can’t...”

Now that she’d gotten on a roll, the words didn’t stop, flowing from her mouth as she allowed every ill thought she’d kept locked behind her teeth go forth, with Blake nodding on occasion, knowing better than to try stymieing her diatribes once they got started. Thankfully, they usually agreed when it came to books and movies, seeking similar qualities, even if the Faunus tended towards media with a romantic streak. Once Weiss finished, it would be her turn to critique the awful, forced romantic subplot- a subplot, mind, that wasn’t resolved until the third book, and had no place being emphasized this much in the first movie- but that would be Blake’s terf.

“FUCKING HELL!”

Weiss came to a sudden stop, eyes widening as a voice she’d never heard before grabbed her attention with two little words. Ever since she learned to read, she’d become intimately familiar with those two words, seeing as they were tattooed across her left forearm in big, bold, yellow font. Her soulmate mark- and she’d especially attuned her hearing for those two words specifically, and this happened to be the first time she heard them in her life, which could only mean-

“You!” She whirled around, scanning until her gaze landed on the blonde marching towards her, and...

Okay, she’d fully intended to be more than a little cross with the foul mouthed heathen who’d permanently marked her with those very words. However, Weiss was also a mere mortal and currently being approached by a veritable goddess. Tall, with the early evening breeze sending wild blonde locks flying, lilac eyes that shone like gemstones, in a beat up leather jacket that ended at the elbows, showing off remarkably sculpted forearms that certainly looked like they’d give good hugs- crass her soulmate might be, true, but she also happened to be gorgeous, making Weiss a little more inclined to give the whole ‘soulmate mark’ concept more than her annoyance and contempt.

However, aside from being taken off guard by the woman’s looks, Weiss still had to bone to pick with her supposed soulmate, grabbing at her sleeve and pulling it back to show the mark that had essentially mandated she never wear anything other than long sleeves around polite company. “Do you have any idea what it’s like walking around with a mark like this?”

“Oh, you think that’s bad? Check this out.” Without wasting another second, the woman stopped in front of Weiss and reached up, grabbing the collar of her yellow shirt and ripping it.

Right.

Down.

The.

Middle.

And that brought to light three very important things.

One, her soulmate had decent tastes in undergarments. Two, she had the sort of abs that cosmically demanded to have something grinding against them. Three...

... the very, very long wall of neat white script curling across her chest and halfway down her abdomen, the words much smaller than what Weiss had on her arm to accommodate the sheer amount of space required, because apparently her soulmate had been within earshot since she’d started her tirade regarding the movie.

Blake elbowed her side under the guise of pulling out her scroll, stepping away to give Weiss a modicum of privacy with her soulmate- not that she needed the prompt, of course, she wasn’t uncivilized, but still- and pretended to be engrossed in checking her messages.

"You are really hard to stop when you get rollin’, anyone ever tell you that?” The blonde quirked a brow, completely nonplussed standing there with the tattered remnants of her shirt and jacket providing minimum modesty.

“It’s... been mentioned before,” she replied, scrounging for something to say. “So you’ve-”

“Had a novella tattooed across my chest my whole life? Now that you mention it, yeah, I have.” She set her hands on her hips. “And I’ve gone to every book adaptation movie released in the past ten years, thinkin’ I might meet you at one, and, I gotta tell ya- I liked most of them.” A shrug. “Yeah, sure, they aren’t masterpieces, but some of ‘em were quirky, or did one thing really well, or were just entertaining for their own sake, and I kept thinkin’ I was gonna run into you at one I liked and we’d get into this whole fight and, for all they say about soulmates being destined and all that, I have literally no desire to be shackled to someone who’s just gonna tear down the things I like, nuh uh, destiny can bite me, I don’t give a shit.” And even though they hardly knew each other- didn’t at all, really- Weiss found herself holding her breath and hoping her verbal evisceration hadn’t entirely ruined her chances of at least getting to know the woman. “But, the first time I saw this one, I knew- I thought to myself ‘oh, fuck me, this is it, this is the piece of shit my soulmate’s gonna go bonkers over, I’ve found it’, and so I- like an idiot- bought tickets to, and sat through, that piece of hot garbage forty-seven times, just to make sure I didn’t miss you.” Apparently out of steam, lilac eyes darted away for a moment as she reached up to run a hand through her hair, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “So, uh... I guess what I’m getting at is... hi, my name’s Yang, that movie was awful, so do you... want to talk about how bad it sucked some more? Maybe over dinner or a milkshake or...”

Weiss crossed her arms over her chest, head tilting in incredulity. “You saw this how many times?” Then she waved a hand. “No matter; clearly, you’re dedicated, you have good enough sense to recognize terrible when it presents itself to you, and you’re strong enough to endure torture for sustained periods of time.”

Turning, she prepared to excuse herself from the rest of the evening but found her best friend to be... nowhere in sight, and her scroll buzzing in her purse likely provided the answer to the question of where she went.

If you don’t know how her abs feel by the end of the night, I am renouncing our friendship. Have fun. <3 -B

“Cheek little-” Rolling her eyes, she dropped the device back into her bag and offered a hand. “I’m Weiss. It’s nice to finally meet the foul mouthed heathen I’ve been looking for.”

Yang’s lips quirked up into a smirk. “Yeah, kinda glad I found the critic with a set of iron lungs, too.”

Slipping her arm into the crook of the blonde’s elbow, she turned them both towards the other side of the parking lot where a restaurant sat- not nearly as high class as she’d normally choose, but the proximity and ease with which they could reach it trumped her personal scale at present. That, and a table between them would help keep her from getting distracted. “How about I start making it up to you for suffering through all those showings?”

Much to her surprise, Yang fully meant it when she invited the woman to continue trashing the movie, and had a couple of thoughtful points of her own to address. For being just about the last thing she’d expected from her soulmate, Weiss had to admit... she actually rather liked it.

#TRR writes #Freezerburn #freezerburnweek #Freezerburn Week

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