katie rose

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

anonymous asked:

40 for bumbleby, IM SO BUMBLEBY TRASH MANNNN

ME TOO MAN
Honestly my reaction to this prompt was pretty much as follows:
*Reads prompt*
*Deep inhale*
*PTERODACTYL SHRIEK OF EXCITEMENT*

That being said I don’t think any Bumbleby proposal could be better writing than the one in The Downward Spiral by @studiogible2016


Anyways…



Blake watched as Yang stood, clearing her throat and unfolding the crumpled piece of paper in her hands. “So I’ve never been one for speeches,” she began, “I almost improvised this, but my wonderful girlfriend convinced me to come prepared.” She paused to shoot a wink at Blake, who did her very best not to blush. “Anyways,” Yang took a deep breath. Blake couldn’t help but notice that her hands were shaking.


But when Yang spoke again, her voice was clear and strong.“We’ve all been through a lot. Everyone here has lost so much. We have had so many reasons to break down and give up. I…very nearly did.” At this, her metal hand curled into a fist and her eyes went dull. Then she shook her head and turned to look at Ruby, and her whole face lit up. “But Ruby–my beautiful, amazing baby sister–you didn’t! You fought, and you kept fighting even when nobody else would. You have always been the light of my life. I know if mom were here, she’d be proud.” Both sisters were crying now, and Blake realized that she was too. Yang looked positively radiant as she spoke, and with each word Blake found herself falling a little more in love. “And now you have someone else to share that light of yours with, and I could not be happier. I’m so glad you found Weiss and she found you. I hope… I hope you guys are happy. You deserve it. I love you, Rubes.” With a small sob, Ruby leapt from her chair to wrap Yang in a tight embrace. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.


They eventually broke apart, and Yang made her way back to her seat by Blake, wiping at her red, puffy eyes.


Blake beamed, reaching out to take her hand. “Yang, that was beautiful.”


“R-really? I thought it might have been too sappy or something. Like I said–speeches aren’t really my thing.”


“No way.” Blake leaned in to plant a kiss on Yang’s forehead. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful.”


Yang smiled, looking over her shoulder at Ruby and Weiss, who were looking at one another like nobody else in the room was there. “Thanks. I just-look at them. They’re so grown-up and happy. I can’t– I think–” Yang’s voice broke and she let out a frustrated huff. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.”


Blake reached up to wipe the tears off of Yang’s face. “It’s okay. Do you need some air?”


Yang nodded. “That would be nice.”


The two of them stood and slipped quietly out the doors and into the garden outside. Blake spotted a bench and led Yang over to it. For a while they sat in silence while Yang composed herself.


Even in the state she was in, Yang was the most beautiful thing Blake had ever laid eyes on. But it wasn’t her hair, or her stunning lilac eyes, or the golden dress that suited her perfectly that Blake saw. It was…it was Yang. Yang, who loved her sister more than anything in the world, Yang who took care of everyone before herself. Just…Yang.


“Will you marry me?” The words were out of Blake’s mouth before she knew what she was saying.


Yang stiffened, turning to stare at Blake. Blake stared back. What should she say? Should she take it back? Apologize? Wait?


“You–you want to get married?” Yang asked at last. Blake couldn’t read her expression, didn’t know if Yang wanted her answer to be yes or no.


And what did she want for herself? Marriage hadn’t been something she’d thought about or planned but… “Yes.” What she wanted was Yang, now and forever.


There was a long pause, and Blake thought the tension was going to kill her before Yang exclaimed “Yes! Oum, Yes, Blake I’ll marry you!”


Blake gave a cry of delight and pulled Yang into a deep, long kiss.


“Dammit, Blake.” Yang sniffed as they finally pulled apart. “You made me cry again.”


Blake just grinned. “I love you Yang.”
I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

“Mind if we ask how old you are, dear?”

“I’ll be four in a month.”

The host gasps in surprise, “Four in a- Crazy! Kid, damn! That was amazing, how ‘bout we give you a prize for being such a sweetheart.”

That’s how Katie Shirogane wins a giant penguin stuffed toy literally bigger than her entire body.

If you guys haven’t read Kindergarten Roses by kikokay_k you should. It’s a cute read and the character dynamics are shifted from the usual, if you’re looking for something new to read c:

the-heart-alchemist  asked:

184 for white rose because I am desperate piece of garbage lol go ahead Katie, slay me. I need it.

You are wonderful ty for the promtps! This one is shorter than the other one but just as angsty. (I realize this was in the NSFW section and I’m sorry if you were hoping for smut but you really don’t want to see me try to write that.)

184. Can I touch you?

Weiss was sitting on her couch reading a book when the wave of fear hit. It came crashing out of nowhere like they always did, catching her off guard. Her hands began to go numb, her chest ached. The book slipped from her hands, forgotten in the onset of her panic.

Weiss pressed her hands to her temples, squeezing her eyes shut and waiting for the feeling to subside. She fought with her body to keep her breathing steady and her heartbeat calm, but the panic that came out of nowhere was quickly getting the better of her.

She vaguely registered footsteps running down the hall, and the creak of her office door swinging open.

“Weiss?”

Weiss forced herself to open her eyes and look at Ruby. who had concern written across her face. She forced a smile. “I’m okay, Ruby.” She hated this feeling, hated the disconnect from everything, and especially from the one person she cared about the most.

Ruby knelt in front of her. “Are you having another attack? Weiss, talk to me.”

Weiss couldn’t bring herself to speak, but managed a nod.

Ruby’s face softened. “What can I do? Is it alright if I touch you?”

Only Ruby knew to ask that question, knew that Weiss was sometimes uncomfortable with physical contact, especially when things got this bad. But today, right now, she needed something to anchor her. So she reached out to Ruby, letting the feeling of her partner’s hand in hers ground her. In response, Ruby pulled Weiss onto her lap and let Weiss bury her face in her shoulder.

“Hey. Just hold on. Here.” Weiss felt Ruby’s hand around her wrist. Ruby pressed Weiss’ palm firmly against her chest, so that Weiss could feel her heartbeat. It was steady and strong. “Now breathe. Like we practiced.”

Weiss did as she was told as best she could, co-ordinating her breaths with the rise and fall of Ruby’s chest, but she felt like she was fighting against her own body. “I…dammit… I just want it to stop!”

“It will. I promise. You can get through this.”

Something about Ruby’s voice, the certainty with which she provided reassurance, the way she held Weiss’ free hand tightly in her own made Weiss trust her. Breathing became a little easier.

“You’re doing great. I’m proud of you, Weiss.”

Though Weiss’ body was screaming that she was in terrible, terrible danger, listening to Ruby made her feel something close to safe.

It was still an exhausting half an hour as she lay in Ruby’s arms, slowly calming down. Finally she disentangled herself and sat up. “Thank you. I’m okay now.”

Ruby looked her in the eye, giving her a reassuring smile. “Okay. You want to come cuddle in bed?”

Weiss did, in fact, want that very much.

the-heart-alchemist  asked:

#25 white rose please and thank you! :)

Here you go, friend! You are most welcome :)


Ruby lay with her head resting on Weiss’ chest, her partner and girlfriend working her fingers through the tangled knots of Ruby’s hair. These moments were what Ruby lived for nowadays, the quiet stillness of the pre-dawn hours when she and Weiss were the only ones awake. Getting to share this time alone together almost made the nightmares that jarred both of them awake every night worth it. Sometimes they whispered quietly, reminiscing about Beacon or chatting about small, unimportant things; sometimes they just sat in silence and enjoyed each others’ company.

Tonight fell into the latter category. Ruby had woken up a few minutes earlier, shaking and afraid from her dreams to find Weiss already awake and waiting as she always was. She hadn’t said a word, had simply gestured for Ruby to come closer, leading her to her current position. The silence between them was comfortable and Ruby let the world outside of Weiss’ arms melt away.

“You talk in your sleep, you know,” Weiss said suddenly.

Ruby looked up at her, confused. “I do?”

“It took me forever to get used to at Beacon. Some nights I wanted nothing more than to smother you with a pillow.”

“I’m sorry,” Ruby mumbled, feeling heat creep into her face. “That must’ve sucked.”

Weiss chuckled. “You know, sometimes I enjoyed knowing what you were dreaming about.”

Ruby grinned. Hearing Weiss talk about their relationship at Beacon never failed to be absolutely adorable “Hoping to hear your name?”

Weiss nudged her playfully. “Shut up, dolt.” Then, after a pause, “You used to talk to Summer a lot in your dreams.”

Ruby nodded silently. Her thoughts had a habit of turning to Summer at night, thinking about what she would say about whatever particular problem Ruby was struggling with at the moment.

“Tonight you were crying. You didn’t say anything, you just…cried.” Weiss continued. Ruby stiffened as she thought about the darker places sleep had taken her lately. “Do you…do you wish to talk about it?”

Ruby realized suddenly that she did, even though it would shatter the fragile sense of peace they had created. She wanted nothing more than to spill her heart out to the girl who held her. “I dreamed I was home, in Patch,” she began, hesitantly.  :”Except our house wasn’t there, there were just ashes and somehow I just knew everyone was dead. Dad, Yang, Blake, you. And I just sat there as it sunk in that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life.” Describing it, Ruby felt numb. She didn’t cry, she didn’t waver, she just felt cold and empty. Was that worse? Maybe. She was too tired to care.

Weiss’ grip tightened around her “Ruby, that sounds just awful. I’m so, terribly sorry.”

Ruby sat up, twisting so that she was facing Weiss before kissing her softly. Warmth and love flooded in to drive off the hollowness inside her chest. “It’s okay. They’re just dreams, Weiss, and I don’t want to think about them. I want to think about you.” She planted another quick peck on Weiss’s nose before settling back down against her shoulder.

Silence fell again, but it wasn’t the same as before. The real world had crept back in. “What are your nightmares about?” Ruby finally asked.

Weiss was quiet for so long that Ruby thought she had fallen asleep, but finally she spoke. “They used to be about my father’s mansion. I’d find myself back there and realize this had all been a dream, or he’d found me and dragged me back there. But now…” she trailed off.

“But now?”

Weiss’ reply was barely audible. “My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

Ruby snuggled closer to Weiss, hoping it would comfort her. “You aren’t gonna lose me. I’m right here.”

“I have watched you die every night in a hundred different ways. Waking up and getting to hold you like this feels like a miracle,” Weiss murmured, burying her face in Ruby’s hair.

“Oum, imagine your past self looking at us now.” Ruby tried to lighten the mood, desperately wanting to move on from all the talk of dying and gloom.

Weiss giggled in a very un-Schee-like way. “I would have thought we’d both gone mad. I think you would have been even more disgusted.”

Ruby snorted. “Are you kidding? I had a massive crush on you ever since the moment you saved me from that nevermore.”

“And what about now?” Weiss’ voice was low and full of amusement. “Am I still your crush?”

“Nope.” Ruby turned to face Weiss, grinning. “Weiss Schnee, you are the love of my life.”