RWBY Oneshots!!

Qrow x Reader

AN: I tried my best on this. I'm not sure how well this fits with Qrow and his character. So hopefully it's good. Hope you enjoy!

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You got home from a side job you did to earn a bit of lien for groceries and other small things to live day to day. You had lived with Qrow for quite awhile and agreed to help him with missions and whatnot as you'd often go with him. But majority of the time he'd say it's too dangerous. You opened the door and called for Qrow. Without hearing any response, you sighed, possibly knowing damn well he was at. The bar. You disliked his alcoholism, he wouldn't tell you why he started doing it. But knowing yourself that it could lead to depression. That was possibly why.

You put the bags on the counter that had food for dinner. You wanted to change into something more comfortable. Walking into the bedroom that was incredibly messy, clothes scattered and wine bottles. It was very obvious who slept on each side of the bed. As Qrow had 4 empty bottles of alcohol on the bedside. Getting out of your clothes you changed quickly into something more to your liking. Once you finished changing, you headed back downstairs to start making dinner. It was only 6:00 and knowing Qrow won't be home until around 9 or 10 at the latest. Depends on how drunk he actually gets... But if he was here or not you'd save him food.

As you started having your scroll play music as you cooked. It was a simple meal of stir fry with rice. It was one of your favorite meals you'd enjoy and Qrow even took a good liking to it as well. It was nice that you had someone who actually liked your cooking. Upon cutting vegetables you heard a knock at the door. Putting down the knife and cleaning off your hands, you made your way to the door. Upon opening it you saw Qrow laying against the wall. You closed your eyes fingers on your nose and before you had made a contact. He reeked of puke. "Qrow....can you stand?" You asked looking at the male whose eyes were closed. He had shaken his head lightly and you bent down to feel his temperature. It was really hot. You took another sigh and moved his arm around your shoulder and then lifted him up. Qrow surprisingly had managed to walk inside and you laid him down on the couch. "Stay here Qrow...." you whispered as you went back to the kitchen to turn off the stove and get the male a glass of cold water.

You heard movement to the bathroom and him puking his guts out. You quickly grabbed the cup and made your way to the bathroom. His face hung low as he was lunges over the toilet. Placing the cup upon the counter sink you bent down next to him and rubbed his back.

"Qrow? Can you hear me?" You asked quietly as you moved his bangs out of his face. You saw him nod and open his eyes. "Y...yeah..." you heard him mumble. You gave him a saddened look. "Please... I need you to stop drinking. This has been the second time you've came home throwing up." You felt like crying but held it in. "I care for you, and it hurts me seeing you like this." You pleaded in a sad tone that you could tell had hurt Qrow. He sighed and moved his body away from the toilet. "W..water please...." he mumbled looking up at your frame. You quickly nodded and grabbed the cup. Coming back down closer to him, you held the cup in your hand as you brought it close to his lips. He nodded and opened his mouth slightly so the cold liquid could go down into his mouth. You slowly tilted the cup as you watched the liquid go into his throat and he slowly drank it all. Once it was all gone you placed it on the counter again.

You ran a hand through Qrow's hair pushing it back. "Do you think your done in here? Do you want to go lay down?" You asked quietly to him as you massaged his scalp. He opened his eyes to look at you. His pleading eyes looking into yours. As if getting the cue you were about to get up before he spoke again. "It's hot in here though....and I don't want to ruin the bed.." for someone who was drunk off their shit it was honestly a surprise to you that he could say sentences and it made sense. But perhaps maybe he wasn't fully drunk to the point he was slurring all his words. You only nodded and unbuttoned his shirt. You'd have to wash it a couple times before he wore it again. It reeked like alcohol and you didn't like it at all. You removed his cape as well putting it in a pile on top of the sink. Unbuttoning his white shirt so slightly that it showed his bare chest. You took a deep breath and removed it as well. He was only left in his pants and boxers. You stood up placing the white undershirt on the rest of his clothes. "Stay here for a minute, I'm going to throw these in the washers. Don't do anything stupid. Please." You grabbed the clothing by your hand and walked over to the washer, opening the lid of the machine and throwing the clothing in there. You took some soap and did more then a normal load of laundry you would do. You had done two cups of soap into the clothing. Hoping to god that the soap would work well enough to get the alcohol smell off his clothes.