BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt. 

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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

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PROMPT: TEAM RWBY

[alphajaye071]

What if we worked at a club where the monthly membership is more than we make in a year and we hooked up in one of the bathrooms during a shift?

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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“You’re going to make it weird,” Winter pants against Cinder’s mouth, “this isn’t — this doesn’t mean anything, you’re going to make it weird.”

Cinder doesn’t answer. She’s too focused on getting her tongue down Winter’s throat. The music in the club is so loud that the wall behind her is vibrating; the bathroom floor is completely fucking disgusting; Winter’s hands are playing along the hem of her shirt and she feels electric, feels alive.

Winter presses herself up against Cinder’s front. They only have ten more minutes until they’re expected to be back on shift. But no one will come looking for them, not really — she curls her fingers into Winter’s shoulders and Winter makes an obscene noise against her mouth and suddenly she can’t imagine leaving this bathroom for the rest of the night. Winter kisses her like she’s never kissed anyone before; she touches her like she’s afraid she’ll vanish, and god, god —

The door handle rattles. Winter jumps away from her; Cinder takes the reprieve to get her mouth on her neck. “I’m just cleaning,” she shouts — Cinder flinches a little, because her voice echoes strangely in here — and the rattling stops.

She wants to know why Winter, tall, gorgeous Winter, has never kissed anyone before. She wants to know how Winter seems to know exactly how to draw soft noises out of her; she wants to know how she gets her hair so completely white, what will make her melt, what will make her crumble. She doesn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation with the person at the door, because she’s so busy digging her teeth into her neck and listening to her whine.

Winter claps a hand over her mouth before the noise can escape properly and glares down at Cinder. She grins, moves down to another spot. “We should do this more,” she says. “It’s fun.”

“You’re evil.”

“I know you like me, you know —”

Winter’s hand drives into her hair and pushes her head down. Cinder can’t help it, she starts laughing.