A/N: This is a collection of quick fic prompts and the resulting written works I subsequently made on my tumblr account. That's right, I now tumble things! I will list the prompt and who requested it at the start of each quick fic. While almost all of the ones thus far are fluff, I have one at this moment that is smut, and therefore am setting this at M rating. This will be updated as more prompts are made. Contains various pairings and mostly unrelated plot lines.
Warning: These fics contain fluff, some have dark themes, most contain the gays, and lots of random goofy things. Almost all of these are on completely unrelated plots, so take each unless noted as a different story. At least one has sexy time between two women. UNF.
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jebtherebel asked:
Do a Bumblebee ship where Blake kicks Yang in the face by mistake.
Yang ducked the punch with an impish grin, beads of sweat running down her face as she sparred with her partner. As much as the amber eyed teen had told her not to hold back, the busty blonde was pulling her punches out of courtesy so she wouldn't accidentally break her ribs; Yang had already taken some really solid strikes, and she really didn't want to test out how durable the her Faunus friend was. Another punch clipped her cheek, sending her back a few steps. "Nice one." She happily praised, stepping back to study the young woman before her.
Blake absolutely looked like a beautiful mess. Her black hair was tied back into a ponytail, sweat forcing the bangs to cling to her forehead, her fair sized bust heaving slightly, her bow slightly upset as the tips of her feline ears peeked through the ribbon. They had been sparring for hours, and the blonde had no idea the level of endurance Blake possessed was so high. The black tank top and grey sweatpants looked almost pretty on her in spite of how they were designed to make anyone look ordinary; but Yang Xiao Long had already forgotten how to put the words 'Blake' and 'ordinary' into the same sentence.
The Faunus was strong, beautiful, coy, understated, and the fact that she had chosen her as her partner still baffled her, even if it made her appreciate their friendship more. Yang smirked and charged in, watching her friend try to gauge her attack when she realized that there were, in fact, two Blakes. Lavender eyes widened slightly as she tried to discern which one was which, the act costing her her carefully plotted out balance as she stumbled and flopped into the nearest one. The two teens became a tangled mass of limbs, the feline girl on top. 'Wow, I can now add soft to that list…' The brawler mused, blinking up at the Faunus. "Hey, Blake?" She panted, the weight of the other girl pressing against her.
Amber eyes stared deeply into her own, the bow twitching slightly as the ears perked up. "Yeah, what is it?" She questioned.
Was it her imagination, or did Blake sound a bit more breathless than she should? Carefully, she moved into a leaning position until she was hovering over her partner. "There's something I really need to tell you."
Blake lay below Yang, a blush settling on her cheeks as she propped herself up on her forearms. Was this is? Was Yang about to tell her that she liked her too? That she was attracted to her? "Whu… What is it?" Her voice was softer, a tad on the hushed side.
Slowly, the blonde leaned down, her lips closer and closer to the human ears, those soft buds tickling the shell sensually. They parted, and breathed out a simple, coy statement in a suggestively husky tone.
"Your shirt came off, and you have an amazing rack."
Blake's face burned brightly as the message sank in, moving faster than Yang had seen her all of the sparring session to get to her feet and lash out with a strong kick to the face. The busty girl was airborne for several seconds, rolling and flipping to ultimately hit the wall, her nose bleeding from the strike. One purple toned eye opened to watch her partner angrily stalk to the door with her shirt in hand, her face beet red; if Blake had a tail, Yang could imagine it would be slashing around furiously. "You can be such an ass!" She all but hissed to the blonde who was upside-down, her legs pressed against the wall and her back against the floor.
"WORTH IT!" Yang yelled back with a huge grin, both of her fists punching the air happily.