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muwur · 5 years ago

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snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

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a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up”

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc.

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧ “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧ “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧ “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today”

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu reader insert #sugawara x reader #kageyama x reader #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader #koganegawa x reader #semi x reader #shirabu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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whirlybirdwhat · 5 years ago

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Accidental Family Man Au

remember that one ask where I talked about some projects? This is one of them. Enjoy dad franky!

So it begins with Franky – a back alley repair in the illustrious mechanic city of Water 7 – a miracle engineering city, they call it, with intertwining roads of cars and rivers. Venice, if Venice was made of concrete and had a road system above its water system, twisting above houses and everything.

Franky used to be one of those engineers that created those miracles, but an accident later, and he’s the scourge of the city and half bionic, making his living in back alley repair shops where you either pay with cash or your life.

He never said he was a good guy, did he Ice Burg?

He still has connections though – and these connections lead to Iceburg, and to the Straw Hats.

Iceburg’s the mayor, of course, and while he doesn’t care much for his public image, he knows that if he starts accepting money from shady kids who showed up to his doorstep possibly covered in blood with a woman who he swears he’s seen before beside him, that maybe Water 7’s people will take a hit for harboring criminals.

But hey, He knows a guy already doesn’t he?

So he sends these kids and their broken van down to the Franky House to see if he would fix their beloved, broken, van.

The Straw Hats never reach it, because the woman (Robin) gets kidnapped and a fight breaks out, leading to the separation of the group,

So the story really begins with Franky and the little broken down RV called The Going Merry, previously belonging to the kid who’s standing in front of him, begging him to fix it.

More Hcs Below cut including actual dad Franky stuff lol

That kid is Usopp, and he’s asking because Franky’s the only repair man in the illustrious city of Water 7 that will possibly accept the cash that Usopp has to offer.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he attempts to kick the kid out and gets kidnapped in return.

Oops

So, Franky’s introduced to Ennies Lobby one of the worst places this side of the country – where people go and never come back, and hey, whats this kid doing kicking down the door?

Safe to say, Franky is rescued, and learns a little more of their story.

And Safe to say, Franky sees the woman they are going to save (him, and a bunch of teenagers and some 12 year old brat) and he near damn falls in love with her on sight and definitely does when he actually talks to her.

They save Robin, and start running – of course, Merry the van is just barely struggling to save all their added weight but they make it but also merry’s totaled.

So Franky shows them his pet project, The Thousand Sunny, supposed to be his super get away, home a way from home rv but with a few modifcations… the Straw Hat Gang has a new home. And a new crew member.

Franky learns everyone’s stories and about all the absolutely shady shit they are into. He learns he fits right in.

And then… then the moments start happening.

He helps Usopp fix up the Sunny, and teachers him about cars and such.

He and Chopper start bonding over bionics and medical shit that went into building his body.

Zoro and him geek out over comic heroes (this, at least in zoro’s part, is canon the big nerd.)

He helps Nami out with some headings and listens to her troubles.

Sanji and him go fishing one day and it’s the most surreal experience of Franky’s life because this teen is in a three-piece suit and catching giant fish out on the shore of some lake? What?

Franky gives Luffy advice and pulls him out of fights and shows him cool robot things.

And its two months in when Franky realizes – here is it actually typed out lmao

“In all honesty, Franky doesn’t know how it happens.

Well.

He has a vague idea.

(Can you save her? Please? Merry’s the best.)

But still – tracing the events that led up to him frantically calling Ice-for-brains at one am in the morning at a near abandoned gas station on the west coast was a hard task.

“Hello?”

Finally.

“Ice-for-brains,” He starts using the familiar name.

“Flunky? The hell? What are you calling me now?”

“Iceberg.” The use of his real name quiets him. He knows this is serious. Franky takes a deep breath, and exhales, saying the next words in a single breath. “I accidently became a dad to six crazy teenagers. Help.”

…

“Goddamnit bastard-berg this is no time to laugh!””

AND THEN HE GOES ON TO HAVE MORE DAD ADVENTURES INCLUDING:

Organizing the kids at Sabaody Park

being emotional support for all these kids trauma please world, give them a break

doing his best to say no to allowing luffy to swim with sharks but giving in anyway

being a component (aka fierce menacing bodyguard) in his daughter’s nami’s schemes

breaking up fights

Attempting to ground known criminals who may or may not be stronger than him

Modifying the RV so that they can have Brook and Jimbe on it as well

“MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!”

Overthrowing the government in at least three different countries because his kids wanted to

Doing experiments with illegal fireworks on Usopp’s behest

“Do you want to play catch” “Franky that’s dynamite that we found in the stach what the fuck- “Do you want to play catch” “…Yes.”

Explaining Safe Sex to teenagers who have biggers worries such as the government

Teaching them all how to drive. He thinks hius heart has popped out of his chest.

Snoring loudly on their tiny couch and everyone just dogpiling on him

Also I had this in my notes

So that’s a thing that’s going to happen!

Uh anyway uh PART TWO – THE OTHER FCKING STRAWHATS

Note: Everyone is aged down three years from pre TS ages to enforce the fact that 1) the government is fucking nuts for assigning bounties to these kids in this au 2) give more dad moments as while we all need a dad in our lives at any age it gives me more plausible reason here 3) plot related issues and the fact that this story takes place over several years and 4) the image of a 14 year old taking down the government is hilarious to me.

So.

Moving on.

Luffy – 14 years old and an absolute bastard

Luffy grew up in the port city of Fuusha as a way for Garp to keep an eye on him because of his family connections and make sure nothing bad happened to him - didn’t quite work out.

dads a terrorist, his brothers a world class criminal, his gramps is an abusive piece of shit but also weirdly protective marine officer, his family’s complicated.

he grew up in the seedy underbelly of the city and made friends with a lot of criminals (who helped him get out because hey that five year old who used to steal our food is a brat and maybe we should help him get out before he becomes to chaotic (too late) and becomes our friend (also too late) )

Among these criminals are Shanks, who wanders through once in a while, Buggy, begrudging friend, Jimbe, because he has connections, Crocodile, because this brats a bastard, and Rayleigh, among others.

Annoys them to make him his friend, continues annoying them afterwards.

He just thinks they’re neat.

Luffy leaves two months after Ace, his brother under Dadan’s, the local gang leaders, roof, leaves because Ace can’t tell him to stay behind anymore

but the govt got word now he’s on the run – Coby helps him escape

As such, Luffy grows up with a very very skewed moral compass as in canon but a bit more, and now literally is almost ten times more feral as he should be.

His goal is now to do whatever he wants, without people telling him what to do or that he can’t do that – He’s going to be free, damnit.

Franky understands and learns over time to adjust his Parenting Skills accordingly

Zoro – 16 and illegally owning a motorcycle because he thought the best way to improve his skill was to go out and hunt down people to fight, and of course he needs a motorcycle to do that, doesn’t he?

He was pulled over for speeding then taken in for being underage

He is also caught up in some bad stuff (fight circles, bounty’s, etc. this kids 16 and breaking grown men’s spines.)

Then comes Luffy who was also arrested for dine and dashing and is in the back seat.

Luffy, who after the police car pulls over, punches out the police officer, unlocks Zoros cuffs and tells him “Drive”

So they drive

“Hey, hey Zoro. Join my crew. It’ll be fun.”

“Anything you say captain”

knows Luffy for three seconds and is immediately down to murder with him

Its great

He wants to become the greatest sword fighter still, which is still a thing in my fantasy modern world, so anyway, picture this 16 year old going up to you and tell you to fight but he has a sword in his mouth and in both hands and the most dangerous look in his eye.

He and Luffy immediately rob a sword shop to find him new swords after they meet, it becomes a thing later on where they will steal (horribly, they literally crash in through the window every time because they have no subtly) something small from each city they visit.

Nami - 15 year old pick pocket in the city where luffy and zoro stop, just trying to scrap up some money to pay off her family’s debt.

Bellmere’s still alive damnit.

Nami thought Zoro and Luffy were police originally (because they are driving around in stolen police car) and tried to pull the ‘oh officer help me’ card when the people she stole from chased after her

To her surprise, it was two kids her age in the front seat.

Luffy: “get in”

she gets in

they dont talk about it

The people who were chasing her was Buggy’s gang who Luffy waves at as he goes by

Buggy sends a message to Shanks which is essentially “hey that brat u liked is still alive”

And Shanks is like “oh thank god” not knowing the terror he has unleashed upon the world

A month later Arlong has mysteriously disappeared and the Bell-mere farm is flourishing while the second daughter becomes a world class criminal.

Bell’meres never been prouder and it gives Nojiko a great conversation starter.

Usopp’s 14 and lives in a trailer park called syrup alone

Has a business where he sells odd herbs and such, passing them off as anything that will get him some money – think of it as Toad Oil from Wano but with some popgreens and such mixed in.

His goal is get enough money to stand on his own and leave the park but its slow going. And then…

Luffy punches the heck outta the creep that was creeping on the owner of the park, kaya, and think’s Usopp’s stories are super cool.

Usopp wants to go with them, to explore the world With Luffy.

At this point, the Straw Hats have realized that driving a stolen police car around is a bad idea

so they take the huge van - a gift from Kaya named The Going Merry, and set off, using Nami’s stolen funds to get them by.

Sanji - 16 year old who longs to be a chef with the best food and just wants to feed people who need it

He hates government cause they don’t feed people and has a lot of petty grudges and helps Zeff run a lot of kitchens to help people.

He’s still the Sous chef of the Baratie and still has a penchant for kicking unruly customers around. Baratie has a less then stellar reputation for service but the food? The best in the land.

He feeds Luffy the food.

Luffy likes the food.

Luffy kidnaps Sanji

Zeff worries about it but he can’t do jack since he actually is not Sanjis legal guardian (he kidnapped the kid first on accident after they both were stranded. He still tries to call anyway, and is proud of the change his son is making in the world. He’s currently working to get suspicious government people off his back about his missing Sous chef with the unique curly eyebrow…

Anyway, Sanji becomes the cook for the strawhats and is really happy because everyone likes his food and he can help anyone along the way and send business to the baratie

Its a good deal for him, and with all the places he visits his skill grows as a chef.

Chopper - 12 year old prodigy who really wants to be a doctor but both his legal guardians are out of the way

Hiruluks dead and Kureha, against her will because she’s still beautiful at 100 dammnit, is in a nursing home trying to break out

Chopper has nowhere to go but still tries to pursue his medical career, and this fucking twelve year old does so by patching up people from bar and gang fights.

The Straw Hats pick him up and Usopp hacks into a govt control thing to sign him up for online medical course

Kureha’s proud and gives him a book of pressed cherry blossoms that was Hiruluk’s

He cries

Chopper gets lots of practice for medical stuff with Luffy and Zoro who like to fight in fighting rings just for the heck of it, and for the money that Nami wants.

Robin – 25 year old depressed archeologist (and assassin) they found in a mafia in the next country over (Vivi’s)

Crocodile’s running it, aka Luffy’s criminal uncle number 500

Luffy’s pissed about it and smacks him into the dust because it’s his friends country, and then drags Robin along because she needs to have some adventure, and hey, they are checking out the ruin’s next, wont that be cool?

So robin comes along as the ‘adult super vision’, at least in Nami and Usopp and Chopper’s mind.

She learns that these kids have some how been able to dodge school, and starts teaching them the basics of what they would need to know, and then any thing else they want to know. (Zoro, she finds, is extremely good at math while Sanji enjoys chemistry. Nami and Usopp catch on quick, while Chopper has his own studies already but enjoys talking to her. Luffy dislikes learning, but if the promise of pirates or foods or letters that wont spin in his head is involved, he’ll gladly sit down for a bit. He especially loves the stories however.)

Robin finds herself inching dangerously into mom territory, and accepts it whole heartedly after meeting Franky, who she finds handsomely hilarious.

She has a shady past but is slowly opening up about it, and knows she will watch the world burn for this crew.

Y’all know about Franky already so im gonna move on.

Brook – super fucking Old musician they found on the street looking for his dog Laboon

He used to be a star but lost his fame but doesn’t care – he only wants to make people happy with his music.

Luffy just straight up just drags him into the sunny, its becoming a habit of him kidnapping people, that’s not how you make friends Luffy (or at least it shouldn’t be – he always seems to make it work.)

Everyone just goes with it at this point while Franky sighs and triie sto figure out how to make a giant RV even bigger

The Crew find out his dog is living in luffy’s home town and used to play with Luffy when his friends weren’t around. They vow to go back once everything dies down, but in the mean time Dadan gets a new guard dog in her house hold

Usopp posts one (1) video of Brook (on Halloween in skeleton make up) and he instantly becomes a revived star, thriving on the mytery of the Skeleton Soul King.

He now posts videos from around the world of him singing but its impossible to predict where he will be next, and he’s invisible with out his make up to the internet, so its good for the whole criminal thing.

Jimbe

(best) Criminal uncle 501

No one knows exactly how he knows luffy beyond luffy himself but they are 90% sure its something to do with the underground warlord system that Luffy has connections too

He gives the best hugs, Uncle Iroh but without the well-meaning manipulation.

He’s tired of responsibility that he has in his underground position and kinda wants to fuck off to the Caribbean but then he meets luffy again and is like this is better

He Leaves the fishman gang behind with subordinate in charge and joins strawhats

He becomes stressed - “Why did you choose an archeologist and a man who wears speedos for adult supervision, how are you alive, do you need a hug, do you know basic math, have you even gone to school, oh thank god Robin is here - ”

Two minutes later

“Do you have code names, can I have one,”

He’s a big faker the dummy everyone can see right through you, you’re aren’t on this crew if you have common sense

Between dad moments, essentially its just the Straw hats breaking in and causing havoc where ever they go, building their bounties and being a found family.

That’s it for now, but please ask questions! Sorry this was so long lmao, ill also add something for Vivi later!

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ilguna · 4 years ago

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i also have a list of shit my history teacher (this year) has said and done so I will share it with you:

warning: its really fucking long bc he would say/do shit MULTIPLE times a day

goes onto the next slide, “it’s a meme, get it?” proceeds to explain the meme (its the hey arnold meme with the first)

also goes onto another slide, with the twitter opinion meme. at the end of the paragraph it says “this class smacks, I’m lit”

“I’m going to beat up your brother. i am going to pummel him.”

On the 6th day of class he finally realized that there was a total of 6 guys and the rest were girls

student: “You should not put it in (as an assingment)”. teacher; “laugh out loud, im dead”

he was teaching us how to write a DBQ, the computer had a pop up saying that the battery was low, and then a spider shows up out of fucking nowhere, hanging from the ceiling. he CLAPS it, jokes about eating it, and then sets it on his desk (not in the trash can 2 feet away) so he can “deal with it later”

his endless military stories, specifically ORANGE DESERT

he wrote “if you would have had your thinking skull on” on my first DBQ

him saying “I hate this” after typing a word wrong multiple times while teaching us DBQ’s lmfao

“For the lols”

Threw a box of tissues across the room into the trash can

threw a box of tissues at a student

he had this obsession with throwing expo markers at his whiteboard, trying to make it land on the metal part so expect that a lot.

“Do you want me to drown him in a bathtub?” (which was about a student’s dog that had separation anxiety lmaoo)

Sang the rain drop, drop top song

The collars on his shirt turned up

“He’ll be beaten for that distraction” (after his son called him during his lesson and he willingly answered)

“Stay woke”

“It was a hot boy summer for him”

expo marker landed on the metal thing for once thanks to a towel that was there

kyle (it must have been a story or something i dont remember)

He woah’d at some point

HAHA so there was a kid in my class that had got caught with a bong on the second week of school and he was suspended. when he came back to class, we were going over what the south grew in the U.S. very early on into colonization. and he used the bong kid as an example of a tobacco farmer

tried to eat a balled up paper

“important revolutionary war stuff”

“My bae, George Washington”

“They could’ve killed g-dubz, but they didn’t”

called george washington “g-dubz” frequiently

“Facts”

“Swagtastic”

he got excited over a military general (baron friedrich von steuben) for being a gay military general--”That was very well respected!”

“He had a ton of swagger”--referring to ben franklin

“His nickname was the swamp fox. You guys can call me that”

The snowball fight story--his brother was friends with a kid he hated next door. my teacher challenged the kid--Eric--to a snowball fight. In preparation, my teacher had froze snowballs, and so when he did have the fight, he LITERALLY knocked Eric out and left him on the front lawn unconscious (he was an elementary school kid)

one time he gave us the punishment quiz by accident, tried to make up for it by giving everyone the answer to #6. however, it turned out to be wrong so he just gave us all 100′s instead

another military story of the goat he bought from an old man with his buddies. unfortunately they had to kill the goat to eat, but the FACT that my teacher said this “a cute little goat--you know, baaa?” as if we didn’t know what a goat was

He was the golf/hockey coach!! so not only would he talk about beating up the kids in the golf club

he would also do random golf swings all the goddamn time! with no gold club or ball, it was just air.

“You are about to get clowned, young lady”

pronounced pamphlet as pamplet fora good part of his teaching career (another story he told us)

“It’s definitely not the declaration of independence you mouth breather!”

George washington = bae on a powerpoint

“you tied me up real good”

“France also popped off”

Compares the Connecticut compromise to ppap (with the song and everything!)

Told someone to shut up after they suggested that Iowa was the least populated state (he’s from Iowa)

hick iowa, to be exact

Wrote 23 as 32, realized his mistake and said “oop im dyslexic”

“If it’s a purge, I’m killing everybody”

“Federalism, not onion!’

“Who’s the dumbass guy? Ducey!” (our state governor)

he got arrested once. his mugshot is on google images and everything

he got arrested bc some guy was destroying his house w a baseball bat at a party his friendw as throwing (but it was at my teachers house). my teacher respectfully punched him and brought him to the front lawn. called the cops when the guy wouldnt leave and ended up being arrested too. teacher thought his career was over and threatened the guy the entire way to the police station

“laugh out loud!”

“We beat the begeezus out of a bunch of british people”

pronounced wolf as woof

“Who was his daddy? Who’s his daddy?”

Called a swim cap a bonnet

“Kick!”--then proceeds to kick a tennis ball. before that he had just thrown it to get out of his way

“Jesus, you’re a big boy”

for like 2 weeks straight he used that same tennis ball to try and erase a whiteboard. and im not talking rubbing it on the board, he fucking threw it at the wall, getting it off little by little. he eventually gave up, though

“I’ll snot rocket into the trash can”

“Cause I realize most of you are morons”

was obsessed with the cowboy boogie

“Every time I cough, my tail bone hurts”

“Do i look normal?”

“I look like an old man”

“Shut up your faces”

“I see you back there, queen”

“Some of you girls need to learn from this article”--the article was old & about girls being submissive

“that would hurt some people’s feelings, but I’m not gonna show it hurt mine”

“He’s just--’meow’”--about his cat

he had a sweater that had his face on it, photoshopped over a boxer that a student gave him. he wore it during winter

flicked a tennis ball across the room with a hockey stick. hit the coffee thermo on his desk, stared for a couple of seconds, and THEN realized that it was open

First off, all you kids making memes about dodging the draft--we don’t want your dumbasses anyway” --continued to rant for a few minutes after that

he HATED the national anthem with a burning passion

“I’m old as shit”

also, his cat’s name IS meow cat

more expo marker throwing

“Hey there handsome”-- to the teacher next door

“Henry clay is going to haunt you until april” (unfortunately we didnt make it that far into the school year bc of covid. disappointed that i didnt get to be haunted)

Singing electric avenue

“but here’s the tea”

“Flagstaff is like--” *reaches as high as he can to put expo marker on the wall

“I’m adopting all of you, and we’re moving to saudi arabia”

teacher: “I’m gonna break bowers kneecaps in front of you. you still want to be on strike?” not bowers but a different kid: “no...?”

Cleaned the shades in the middle of him explaining something

“You know your pinky toe? this little roast beef?”

THE TURTLE SOUP STORY. when my teacher was still a kid, he found a turtle in the wild, and brought it to his grandparents house (they owned a farm). he took care of the turtle for a while, even after his grandfather found out. until one day he came home and saw blood everywhere, went to find the turtle to see it was gone. then found his grandfather chopping up the fucking turtle so they could have it for soup for dinner. his grandfather literally made him fatten up the turtle so they could eat it

“Did mr.*****--?” (referring to himself in 3rd person, also blocked out to protect privacy)

“i’m going to staple your nostrils closed. staple, staple. ‘I can’t breathe mr.*****!’ should’ve done your DBQ!!”

his pedo stache

stood with a paper and smiled, thinking that a student was taking a picture of him when it was really the paper

doesn’t know who gaston is???

him: “I’m going to staple your noses together. One staple” Student: “*****’s piercing parlor!”

*singing* “beauty and the beast”

“I’m going to tackle you”

more random golf swinging

“What’s up (my name)?” me: hi *he then hits the bun on the top of my head on his way in the door*

And he did it again the next day

he literally made kids compete with pastries

which reminds me, he brought donuts in 2 days in a row like a week after that and make us (his first hour) take bites bc he realized he didn’t want to eat it. one of the girls was glad to take it from him, everyone else told him no

“Good morning (my name) how are you?” me: “I’m sick again... do you need help? (with the door)” him; “Actually, yes” (normally he can open the door even when his hands are full but there was a stack of pop tart boxes that were as tall as him so) i opened the door, he goes in and says, “thank you (my name), for not being rude”

the following quotes are for the Hot Seat

Student: “what do you do--?” him: “you’re in the hot seat!”

“Some people cry”

“La *****, luxurious”

“You sit here, and you stare (into the projector light)”

basically everyone in the class had to answer a question as a review. there was a stool in front of the smartboard, perfectly placed so that the projector light would LITERALLy be in your eyes. i actually got the question right on some miracle.

“2 points of weed?”

“Can I get some of that hot leaf?”

“They will make more drugs! You can’t do that much drug!”

“You guys bullied me and stole it”

“Whole rest of the nation sucked an egg”

“Whelp, let’s just kill myself”

“Do you guys know david chapel?” *sigh when everyone says no*

*some girls singing the national anthem* Him: “no! none of this, none of this!”

“Calibri’s for idiots” (the font)

“The only thing that was in--shit”

“and uncle sam--gettin lit”

“Their daddy--UH--”

“They’re going to blame the jews--my people” (he got a dna test done, he’s not actually jewish)

“Whatever you say, boomer”

“Use my words to plagiarize in college”

“I’m jewish, that’s offensive”

“Tell him he gave me instant cancer”

Me: “can i go to the bathroom?” him: “I’ll allow it”

him: “He’s antisemetic and it hurts my feelings” student: “what does that mean again?” him: “Hates jews :(”

“You guys can call me kingfish if you’d like”

~ after we said no to the nicknames, we tried to make one for him ~

student: “cornhusker!” him: “no, that’s offensive... and it’s also nebraska”

student: “corn picker!” him: “no--that sounds like a racist term or something”

“Unless corona really does take over--” (thank u, mr. for ruining the school year”

Student: “how old was she (his mom) when she had you?” him: “thirteen”

“My mom just turned 40 the other day...” (a joke)

him: “My brother got t-boned by a semi truck last night” Student: “Why are you laughing?” him: “Because he lived.”

“Yeah bc I would hide out in a public school with 300 new kids a year” (about him not living in iowa so he’s hiding out in az to get away from his “criminal record” (refer to the 1 time hes been arrested))

“Baby death?”

“Their family has more money than jesus”

*Standing outside the door yelling “CORONA” to students walking in”

“Hey I’m *****, f-word, blah, blah”

“We should fight our cats.”

“OH that’s a big chonk cat.”

“Mortal Kombat is pretty cool. I haven’t played in 25 years”

he told us in class once that we shouldnt open the front door if cops show up at a party. just to shut the blinds and be a little quieter bc the cops cant legally open the door

also one time he had a gun pointed to his face but he never finished that story bc he never liked it

during quarantine he set a DBQ as 1000 points (and i still didnt do it)

and “Here’s the tea, kiddos!”

honorable mentions: all the time he’s sent out emails bc theyre fucking hilarious

#ilguna #high school #gen z

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assless-chapstick · 5 years ago

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Dear mister, you said you wanted asks about your au and I'm just so intrigued by trans!Arthur getting taken in by old Queens Dutch and Hosea and so I just wondered whether you had any more headcanons about that and those two ;;;

Lol k so I’m wasting time instead of going to bed like I should but… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I dug thru my old asks and this is one I never got around to answering at the time, but it’s TIME NOW!!

This ask is in reference to The Couch AU – Arthur is trans and I had mentioned that after he came out and got kicked out, he was taken in by Dutch and Hosea, a pair of Queens (that’s what Dutch calls them; Hosea rolls his eyes every time) that became like his parents and helped him get back on his feet.

So I think they met back in the 70s – Dutch’s hair and porn stache are definitely still stuck in that era, maybe he dresses like it too – at like, a gay disco or like a cowboy bar or something. Hosea was a little older (8 to 10 years), married with a wife and kids, deep in the closet. He loved Bessie, sure, but not in the way he knew a man was supposed to love his wife, knew he was living a lie. So he used to go cruising n that’s how he met Dutch and they fell in love…

I think back in the day, too, Dutch was one of those Angry Queers, was a little radical. He had ideals about how Gays should be treated and he was loud about them, he was out and proud and wanted to be treated as an equal etc. (I’m woefully ignorant about queer history unfortunately and don’t know the Gay Agenda™ of the period, so you’ll have to fill in the blanks yourself as to Dutch’s like, personal philosophy and beliefs)

Anyway so Hosea and Dutch met and fell in love and I think that gave Hosea the strength to come out to Bessie and his kids and try to live his life authentically… Bessie was hurt, sure, but they kept up an amicable relationship and she supported him… Bessie passed away pretty young (Hosea would be in his late 60s early 70s in 2019) and his kids are all grown… he and Dutch live in a little apartment with some little yappy dogs (Bonnie & Clyde) that Dutch treats like his babies…

This obviously means they were alive and out during the AIDS epidemic of the 80s, and I think that made Dutch even more vocal and is what really made them kind of… invest in the community, in a way. I think they definitely learned the importance of community in that period, and really found like, a calling in activism and action. Maybe one or both of them is HIV positive?

I also think Arthur’s not the first kid in a crisis they helped out, but maybe the first and only they kind of adopted, in a way.

Maybe they took Arthur in at the same time as they took John in as a foster child? Or maybe Dutch works with at-risk youth and that’s how he met John and Hosea is like “STOP BRINGING RANDOM CHILDREN INTO OUR HOME.” Idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But Dutch and Hosea were instrumental in Arthur’s transition and supporting him thru his teens after he was kicked out. Dutch n Hosea, being Old Queens, had a lot of connections in the queer community and they helped Arthur a lot, and maybe knew a lot more about being trans and trans issues than other cis gays their age. Maybe Hosea even gave Arthur his name? It seems like the kind of gentle gesture he’d do…

And Dutch is always calling them Old Queens, but they’re varied in their hobbies; Hosea likes golf and is a wonder with the sewing machine, and Dutch of course likes reading, philosophy, and musical theatre. They both enjoy hunting and fishing and try to go at least once a year with Arthur. I think they really embraced Arthur’s manhood, too, and found a lot of joy in teaching and showing him things not taught to/encouraged in dfab ppl.

Like Hosea would tailor his clothes for him to help him get a more masc silhouette, especially before he was on T or had top surgery, and would hem his pants cuz they’re always too long. Dutch showed him how to shave and took Arthur to car shows (something he’d always been interested in but never been allowed to indulge in) and tried to give him dating advice…

Like they were really, really good parents to Arthur when he didn’t have anyone and Arthur… he says something dumb cheesy like “transitioning made me the boy I am, but Dutch and Hosea made me the man I am.” (it makes Charles cry the first time he says that, on the car ride home after meeting Dutch n Hosea for the first time – Arthur nearly crashes the car reaching over the seat to punch John in the head for gagging at the sappiness of it).

When… when Arthur and Charles inevitably get married, they will both walk Arthur down the aisle…… Dutch wears red accents, Hosea wears blue… Arthur wears purple………… 😭 😭

Also Dutch was absolutely 100% a leather daddy in the 80s. John now raids his closet looking for cool pieces to wear and steals all his vintage gay porno mags as like, weird collectable art that he frames and hangs around the house.

Anyway, thanks for the great ask, mister!! Hopefully this quenched your thirst 💖

#the couch au

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serceleste · 5 years ago

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tag game

Nickname: these days, at work it’s a bunch of different plays on my last name

Star sign: Gemini (according to my mother I am the most Gemini Gemini she’s ever met lol)

Height: 5′3 1/4″ (I’ve spent my adult life thinking I was actually 5′4″ so damn it, I’m hanging onto that 1/4″)

Last film I watched: Bad Times at the El Royale (somehow Chris Hemsworth was still sexy to me in spite of the terrible porn stache and the gross character he was playing, IDEK)

Favorite Musicians: oh God, I don’t know, tons, the Gaslight Anthem, Green Day, Panic at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, Halsey, Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, Vienna Teng, Mumford & Sons, Florence and the Machine, ...etc (can I also say Oscar Isaac??)

Song stuck in my head: Hakuna Matata (Disney songs, tbh, but especially that one)

Other blogs: I barely keep up with this one, okay

Do you get any asks: almost never

Blogs following: 162

What I am wearing: a white t-shirt and Wonder Woman booty shorts

Dream job: there are a lot of jobs I wanted to have but my real dream is perhaps being independently wealthy and thus getting to spend my time doing whatever I want, like writing and volunteering with animals and maybe working in a cool bookstore

Dream Trip: there are so many trips I want to take, but probably Italy, and also around England to visit the Arthurian sites

Play an instrument: always wanted to but we didn’t have the money, I’m considering investing in a keyboard and teaching myself how to play it

Languages: English, I took French in high school and was decent at writing and understanding (my accent was atrocious) but I wasn’t able to keep it up

Favorite food: it might be caprese, whether it’s as a salad, over pasta, as a panini or a sandwich, on a slice of bread like a sort of bruschetta... it’s my favorite thing about the summer, with all the fresh tomatoes and basil (and obviously it’s got to be fresh mozarella!)

Favorite song: seriously, I have no idea, I don’t even know where to begin in picking an actual fave

I was tagged by @rain-sleet-snow <3 and I tag anyone who feels like it :D

#me #meme

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inyournightmares97 · 7 years ago

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OMG ASKS ARE OPEN!! I've been thinking about requesting for a while now so... Please, please, pretty please a Jaebum hybrid!au. I don't have a paticular plot in mind but maybe something where he can lift up my spirits, cause I've been really stressed these days. Lol. Love youuuuuu~♡

Hybrid!au Jaebum

It was at your parents’ insistence that you had decided to adopt a hybrid.

They were worried about you, and with good reason. You were a young girl who lived alone in the city, you worked a lot and you had never been particularly confident or outgoing. Your mother was constantly stressed about your safety, and she insisted that she would feel much better if you had a hybrid to watch over you at home. A large dog hybrid, preferably, one that could protect you if the need arose.

That was what you’d had in mind when you went to the adoption center. A bright, easygoing dog hybrid that would keep you safe and would be nice company. You followed the employee, who was took through the rooms where the hybrids up for adoption were kept. You had barely reached the dogs when you suddenly spotted one. He was rather large and broad-shouldered, so you wouldn’t have guessed he was a cat hybrid unless you saw the soft, pointy light brown ears peeking out of his head. Most of the hybrids looked rather eager at the thought of being adopted and were watching you with eager expressions. But not this one; he made no move to get up from his curled up corner and merely watched you calmly with a dull expression. He had dark, deep eyes and you found yourself stopping.

“Uh…” you called out for the attention of the employee. “Is he up for adoption?”

The employee blinked at you. “Jaebum? Certainly he is. But I thought you were looking for a dog hybrid? You might be misled by the fact that he’s rather broad-shouldered, but Jaebum is actually a cat.”

You bit your lip. “That’s okay with me.”

The employee blinked at you doubtfully. “Are you sure? I’m only saying because you were looking for a dog and I imagine you wanted someone bright and playful. Jaebum’s not a bad hybrid… but he’s very quiet and doesn’t open up easily. To be honest, he’s been through a lot. He was separated from his brothers in an accident and we’re trying to track them down.”

“Can I talk to him?”

You followed the employee over to where Jaebum was. He didn’t move much to greet you, but lifted his head and watched you with an intense gaze. His eyes flickered between you and the employee, who greeted Jaebum cheerfully.

“Jaebum-ah! This young lady is looking to adopt and she wants to talk to you. Why don’t two chat for a bit, and you can decide if you want to go home with her, huh?” he asked cheerfully. The employee turned and left you alone with Jaebum. You cleared your throat and kneeled down on the floor next to where he was curled up. He still watched you warily and you blinked. You had never had a hybrid before and you weren’t sure how to act around them. Unsure what to do to not offend him, you shakily held out your hand for him to shake.

“Hi,” you greeted nervously.

Jaebum’s eyes flickered down to your hand warily. No wonder he was a cat; there was something extremely sharp and intelligent about his gaze. He merely looked at it and flicked his tail lightly, ignoring your hand.

“Do you plan to tie your hybrid up?” he asked you bluntly.

You stared at him, eyes wide. “W-what? No! Do people even do that to cats? I wouldn’t dream of tying a hybrid up. As long as, you know, you don’t run away or anything. Not that I wouldn’t let my hybrid go anywhere, I’d just hope that he’d let me know whenever he was going somewhere…”

“I thought you wanted a dog.”

“Ahh… that was sort of what my parents wanted. But they live in the countryside and they’re never really going to visit me so they wouldn’t find out whether you’re a dog or a cat, would they?”

“So you plan to lie to them.”

“Uh….”

Jaebum turned away from you, resting his head on his hand and averting his gaze. You felt a little embarrassed. Had you just been rejected by a hybrid? It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling. You stood up slowly, trying to hide the fact that your cheeks were burning red and quietly exited the room. It hadn’t really occurred to you that the hybrid might reject you as an owner and now you were feeling really weird. You smiled forcefully at a couple of the other hybrids that watched you with hopeful eyes in the other rooms, and then trailed to the front desk.

“Uh, I think I’m just going to come back on another day…” you explained hesitantly to the woman behind the desk. She blinked at you in surprise.

“Oh! Are you sure? Did Jaebum scare you off? He’s a little hostile but he has a good heart, I promise. Why don’t you wait here and I’ll go talk to him. We have plenty of more playful hybrids if you’d like…” she trailed off and disappeared into the other room.

You bit your lip and sighed, wishing she would just let you leave. Part of you scolded yourself for thinking that things would be easy with a hybrid. They weren’t just animals, they had human emotions and you couldn’t pick and choose human beings like vegetables in the market. You wanted to leave but the woman behind the desk returned in a few moments and beamed at you.

“Looks like you left a good impression with Jaebum! He wants to be adopted by you. Or did you want to look at some more dogs, like you originally intended?”

You blinked. “He wants to be adopted?”

“Yup!”

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Two days after adopting Jaebum, you were wondering whether the woman behind the counter had lied to you.

Jaebum didn’t seem particularly… upset or dissatisfied with you. Rather, he just looked uninterested in everything around him. You tried your best to make him comfortable. You googled the sort of food cat-hybrids liked best, and made sure your fridge was always stocked with them. You cleared out the spare room in your apartment that you’d been using as a storeroom and made him a bed in it.

You worked long hours and often came home late at night to find Jaebum already asleep. He never closed his bedroom door, he just opened one eye to watch you through the darkness as you made yourself dinner and left a glass of milk beside his door. In a way… you didn’t mind that he was so quiet. At least he was extremely low maintenance and never made a mess of the apartment.

Still… you wished he would talk to you sometimes.

One day, you finally worked up the courage to ask.

“Are you… happy here?” you blurted out.

Jaebum, half-way through a glass of milk, blinked up at you from where he was curled up on the sofa. He had a hint of a milk-stache but he wiped it away with the back of his hand instantly and blinked at you with his deep eyes.

You cleared your throat. “I mean… am I a bad owner? I know I work long hours and I’m not around a lot. But if there’s something I’m doing wrong or something I can do to make you happier, then I wish you would tell me. if it’s within my control then I would do it for you.”

He blinked. “I’m fine,” he said quietly.

You resolved to make Jaebum open up more. Maybe it was your fault for letting the atmosphere get so awkward. You tried to come home earlier to catch Jaebum before he went to sleep and you started talking to him. Regardless of whether he responded to you or not, you told him about your day. You talked about the assignments you were doing at work, how you and your co-workers had found a lovely new cafe at lunchtime and how your boss was being mean about deadlines. You invited him to watch television with you and asked him which movies he liked.

To your delight, Jaebum warmed up to you slowly. He came out of his room whenever you came home, and sat at the kitchen counter while you prepared dinner. He rarely responded to your ranting and chattering about work, but one of his ears was always perked up and you knew he was listening. He would curl up on the sofa whenever you watched television and if he didn’t like the channel you were watching, he would blink at you and stare pointedly at the remote. (Apparently Sex and the City reruns were not to his taste). He even started to help around the house. You came home certain days to find the dishes done or the laundry folded. When you thanked him, his cheeks flushed a light tint of pink but he didn’t respond.

It all seemed to be going well, until things got worse at work. There was a huge new client contract and your boss had you working overtime almost every day. You were exhausted from listening to his nagging and the stress of the work was getting to you. Jaebum waited up until you got home and you could see the slight worry in his eyes as you went straight to bed, dinner and bath forgotten.

Soon, even sleep began to evade you. Somebody new had moved in next door and apparently they enjoyed blasting loud music at night. You weren’t one for confrontation so you tried to ignore it, but the thumping music had you tossing and turning in bed at night. Finally one day, you’d had enough. You got up and marched straight out of the apartment in your pajamas, Jaebum’s wary eyes following you as you walked out.

You knocked loudly on you neighbour’s door. “Excuse me? Could you turn the music down a little?” you yelled through the front door.

The door swung open and you were greeted with the smiling face of an extremely handsome man. He stared you up and down and then grinned. “Ah! Hi, neighbour. I’m Jackson Wang. We’re having a housewarming party right now, so why don’t you come in and grab a beer?”

Your head was throbbing and your nerves were on edge. You forced a smile at this Jackson and shook your head. “It’s a weeknight. I’ve been working long hours and I have to get to office early tomorrow. Could you please turn the music down? I’m sure the other neighbours are disturbed too.”

He laughed. “I don’t see anyone complaining.”

You felt your cheeks flush red in humiliation as Jackson shut the door in your face and you were left standing there alone. You glanced back at your front door to see that Jaebum was peeking at you; great. So he had seen you get completely ignored too. Could this get any better? You began to trudge back to your apartment when Jaebum walked out.

“Uh-Jaebum…”

He didn’t look at you, he merely walked past you and banged loudly on Jackson’s door. Jaebum was usually sitting curled up but at his full height and with his broad shoulders, he looked rather scary and intimidating. When Jackson reopened the front door, Jaebum simply shoved him aside and stormed into his apartment. You followed him in horror, watching as Jaebum shoved past a few people and reached the sound system. He grabbed a bunch of cords and pulled hard, plunging the party into silence.

Jackson gaped. “What the- who the hell are you-”

“Keep it off,” Jaebum hissed at him, his eyes flashing dangerously. You were still in shock as Jaebum came over to you, grabbed your hand gently and pulled you back towards your own apartment. He led you inside before shutting the door behind him and locking it firmly.

You blinked. “Jaebum… what if he gets mad?”

“I’ll handle it,” he said firmly. You watched as Jaebum coolly went over to the sofa and curled up in his usual spot, closing his eyes. You felt a sudden warmth in your chest and you smiled at him. Gently approaching him, you sat down beside him and cleared your throat.

“Thank you, Jaebum.”

He blinked at you for a long moment, before suddenly tilting his head downwards so that you could only see the top of his head and his messy hair. He pointed at his head and then cleared his throat. “Pat,” he said simply.

You stared at him. “Huh?”

His cheeks were flushed pink but he was trying to hide them from you by ducking his head. Jaebum merely lifted your hand and placed it on his own head gently. “When I do something good, you… pat,” he mumbled.

Oh. You suddenly understood what he wanted. Unable to resist a giggle, you stroked the top of his head in a gentle manner. His hair was soft and you could feel the warmth of his skin. You peeked at his face to see that he had closed his eyes and had the slightest hint of a smile on his mouth. You resumed the patting, letting your fingers run through his hair and smiling when he let out a quiet, contented purr.

Maybe Jaebum was just a big cat after all.

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@ijustwantacue, I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but I hope you liked it! I’ve never written a hybrid!au before and I’ve read very few so I wasn’t sure how to go about it. But tsundere!Jaebum and protective!Jaebum are my secret fantasies, so lol. I hope you feel less stressed!!!!

I’m sorry the rest of the requests are taking so long, I’ll work on them soon!

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CHAPTER WARNING: Unsavoury stories from Winter's past.

NOTES: Well this is definitely the make-or-break chapter as far as Winter is concerned. Some of you will still want her to fry and some of you might forgive her. The authors don't think either of those reactions is "wrong"; she did something very fucked up, after all. So that's up to you guys. Just know that we definitely won't judge if you continue to hate her.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the last chapters. We're going into the home stretch! Less than 10 left - and that's including the epilogue!!! (And I know that's still a lot, but hey this fic is already super long lol). See you soon!

=Chapter 34

Luck finally seemed to be on Yang's side. A canceled appointment from another client meant that she could get into counselling the very next day, and finally attend her first session. And this time, with Blake's company, she didn’t back out. She went in, poured her heart out to the kind woman who took notes of everything and gave heartfelt advice. A few tears were shed, but when Yang apologized for them, her counsellor simply smiled, and told her, "For most, if you don't cry on the first session, then you don't need our help."

Blake had sat in the waiting room for that hour, having brought paperwork from her job as something to pass the time. It was an ease on Yang's guilt to know that this afternoon wasn't going to be unpaid or an inconvenience for her best friend. But most of all, she was glad to have her there. To know her friend was still saving her, even now.

Once the hour was up, the two made their way toward the main desk. Yang was still wiping the few stray tears that were present away with a tissue, but her doctor only smiled as she completed the paperwork. "You did really well today. I'll go through this paperwork once I’m home so we can come up with some coping strategies, but for now, remember those deep breathing exercises, alright?"

"Of course. Sorry I never showed last time…"

"Hey, now," Blake told her quietly, soothing up and down her shoulder with her hand. "Already told you, don't worry about that. You're here now and that is what's important."

"Today's just been talking, me learning more about her. Next week, we'll be going over various techniques and the real progress will begin." The doctor smiled, but then looked back to Yang again. "Should you ever want to see another counsellor or if you move out of state…" The doctor began to scribble something on the top of one of Yang's forms, before handing it over to her. "That's the number for our main office. They'll sort everything out from there."

Taking it back as she instinctively leant against Blake again, Yang sniffed once more, wiping away one more tear. "Okay, I'll keep this. Thank you so much."

As they made their way out of the small office building and into the parking lot, Blake watched her friend. She did seem to be doing better; like even though she wasn't back to her old self quite yet, there was significant improvement form the week previous. The phrase "scared straight" came to mind… ironic though it was, given her sexuality.

"So… Cold Stone? I did promise."

"Huh? Oh! Right, yeah." This time, she was actually smiling when she looked back toward Blake. A genuine smile, rather than one that vanished within three seconds. Even if she was still sniffing occasionally. The first session was emotionally draining, mainly consisting of explaining what she thought the problem was, and the underlying causes that upset her the most. Winter was covered, along with many more topics related to her own undealt with issues that had always been there. Of course, it left her nervously laughing. "S-sorry. It was kinda… damn."

"You don't have to explain. One of the things I promised myself was that I wouldn't pry into your therapy; like, that's all you and your business. If you wanna talk about it, that's cool, but if not… also cool." Then she opened the door and plopped down in the driver's seat, buckling up as Yang did the same on the other side.

It wasn't until Blake started the engine that Yang looked up again, and then toward her. At least now, she was really there, and not off orbiting some other planet like a runaway moon. "I'm… sorry it took all this to get me here though. Seriously, I didn't mean to let everybody down."

Only now did Blake's expression look a bit sadder than before. Still, she smiled over at her friend and said in a soft tone, "I know. I know that, I… you're still Yang, and the Yang I know would never hurt anybody unless they earned it. So unless I pissed you off on accident somehow… yeah, obviously you did your best."

"You never did. You never ever hurt me, you've only ever been good to me. And now…" As she tucked the form away in her pocket, she nervously laughed again, smiling to herself. "You literally saved my life, dude."

"Anytime. Literally, if you need me to save your life like, a hundred more times… I'm there."

Once they were out in traffic, Blake decided to try putting their plan into action. After talking it over with Sun, they had agreed that there was nothing wrong with at least attempting to make this happen — even if Yang didn't go for it.

"So… um, I've been thinking about taking a trip down to LA to go to this conference; like, it's totally skippable, but I could make some contacts if I decide to attend. That kind of thing. And I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come with me."

Up until that point, Yang had been idly nodding her head to the song on the radio. Neon Katt's newer single, of all things. But just as the presenter was about to talk about more details of the Beach Fest, she turned back to Blake again, tilting her head.

"LA? You mean like… California, LA?"

"Is there any other LA?" she laughed, but very easily; she was even wary of being too mean in her humor about anything now. They could worry about getting back to kidding each other once Yang was in a better state. "Yeah, I mean, maybe the extra sunshine will help a little. And then we'll be back here in a couple of days, so it's not like a really long vacation or anything."

"Yeah… I guess. I do really like LA this time of year. Especially the bea-" But as soon as that word began to slip out, she stopped it before she could go further, and then looked down. It was like the flip of a switch once she realized the exact timing of going to the beach at that time.

"Um… Nah. I-I just… Wouldn't you rather take Sun? So you and lover boy can have a good romp in the hotel room?"

"Well, I was thinking I could have a romp with you…" But when Yang didn't respond right away, she nudged her with her elbow. "Kidding. I mean, we don't have to keep doing that if it's gonna be weird now, after… what happened."

"I'm more worried about you," Yang admitted earnestly, leaning against the car door as she idly stared out the window a moment. "Like… I don't wanna give off the impression that I'm just using you for sex, because I'm really not and never would."

"I mean…" Blake broke off as she tried to figure out how to phrase things, taking the moment to guide them around the corner toward their intended destination of ice cream. "You could. I was okay with that being what we were doing, if we were. And if it were… something else, that would be okay, too. Because I trust you not to mistreat me."

"I know you do. But I wanna make sure I don't. Like hell am I gonna lose my best friend after all this." She looked back toward her again, smiling gratefully as she nudged Blake right back. "Life saver, great kisser, good in bed… Sun's a lucky man to have you, y'know."

Nodding, Blake spared her a smile before returning her eyes to the road. "I respect that. Again, though, we both know we're on fire between the sheets, so friends-with-benefits is definitely still okay with me if it is with you."

Now Yang was finally reacting to such remarks, rather than the sullen, disinterested look she had been giving for the past two months. She was blushing for one, and looking over with a slight smirk. "Let's see how we feel when we get back then, huh?"

"Definitely," Blake told her with a grin. In the wake of almost losing her friend, literally anything that wasn't a sea of depression felt fantastic. They could worry about those "benefits" later.

However, as they went inside to get their ice cream, an annoying little bug nibbled at the back of her mind. She'd failed in her "mission" to encourage Yang to fly to California. Sure, there were other tactics she could try later, but this first attempt had flopped the minute Yang remembered the Beach Fest. Things were going to get tricky from here on in.

Once back in the car, several calories richer than they had been beforehand, Blake then asked, "So… about that job. No big deal, you getting fired; from what you told me, it was pretty crappy to begin with. Maybe we can get you one as a bouncer again?"

"That's what I was thinking! I mean, I still have Weiss's dad's number. If I couldn't get Winter to give me a reference, I could try him instead behind her back. I dunno why I never tried that before, actually…" She scratched the top of her head in thought, once more leaning against the car door to look out the window. "As much as I don't like him, considering what Weiss has told me, he seems a lot tamer than her. Just shave off the caterpillar ‘stache."

Snorting at the comment about the man’s facial hair, Blake turned down their road. "Well, maybe you should. And I mean… if nothing else, I can probably get you a job in the mailroom at my office. It will be the most boring work you've ever done in your life and pays minimum wage, but it's not nothing, right?"

"If it means company at break time that's not some guy constantly talking about his kid, or a customer asking me when his order's done, I'm fine with that." Although she began to perk up that little bit more when a thought seemed to come up with an idea. "This is totally like some kind of soap opera! I mean, I know we're all already okay with everything, but 'In your free time you're with the boyfriend, but at work you're banging the mail gal in the supply closet' sounds so Daytime TV."

The window was rolled down, so when Blake shouted a little too loudly, "Oh GOD, Yang, you're making me WET!!!" a few of the neighbors might actually have heard her. Probably not, but one never knew. Being as red as a tomato, Yang did manage to glance around just to check there wasn't anybody on the sidewalk, and then back to Blake again. Instead of leaning away against the window, she began to lean toward the driver instead.

"We'll just be photo copying something, except you're gonna be bent over the copier."

Before, she had been kidding. Now, she really was feeling wetter underneath her drab grey pencil skirt. Licking her lips, she kept her eyes on the road as she asked, "With the lid open, right? So the copies will be of you taking me as hard as you can." After all, it was only fair to tease back.

"Duh. Wonder if I can get your 'O-face' copied… hang that on my wall." Yang really was only teasing, although now that subject was coming up, it was seeming like the benefits part of their friendship certainly was going to be in play for longer.

Until they began to pull closer towards the drive, and Yang noticed another car pulled up in front of her bike. As much fun as they could have had coming home to an empty house, seemed Sun was here. Still, shrugging her shoulders, Yang simply made the best of the situation.

"Ah well, looks like lover boy’s gonna give you that O-face instead today. Want me to plug in some headphones and stay in my room?"

"Yeah, I guess so. For now." When Yang shot her a questioning look, she unbuckled her seatbelt and said, "Well, I mean, I've only asked him once before if he was hungry for a Blake sandwich. Maybe it's time I asked him again." As she stepped out of the door, she added casually, "Or a Sun sandwich. Whatever."

Raising her eyebrows as she unbuckled her own belt and opened the door, Yang seemed to look up as if she was questioning that notion. "Or… A Yang sandwich, even. Hell, if anything remotely like it happens, it'll be crazy." Finally getting out of the car and leaving, with a completely red face, she stepped onto the curb, eagerly waiting for Blake to come join her so they could make their way indoors.

But what was awaiting them inside was certainly going to put a damper on those plans. And a potential damper on their whole day.

Sat on the couch was Sun, just as they had been expecting. However, there was another person next to him on the couch; one that reminded Blake distinctly of the pop star she had met before. However, it wasn't quite her; she was taller, and had shorter hair and more severe features compared to Weiss's magazine-worthy ‘baby face’ ones. She was dressed in a suit not unlike the ones her bosses tended to wear, mostly light greys and navy blues. And on her face was the most miserable expression she'd ever seen on a complete stranger.

"Uhhh… who are you?" she couldn't help but demand.

"Okay, I did try to call, I was about to try again b-but-" Sun was fumbling on his words over and over, but as he was doing that, Yang had entered the room. And realized straight away who their mystery guest was. Her eyes widened, and she appeared more scared than anything else.

"Winter."

"Miss Xiao Long." The address was stiff and formal, even compared with how she had usually addressed her. "Well…" Awkwardly, she seemed to decide at the last moment that it was rude for her to remain seated when the two newcomers — the actual residents of that apartment — were standing, so she pushed to her feet and smoothed down her trousers. "When I heard your voicemail, I had to come. It seems there are matters that need to be settled between us."

"I… Um… I-I was… I just…" It seemed it was Yang's turn to fumble her words now as she looked between Winter and her two friends. One of which was turning more and more furious by the minute. And no wonder when she was the one who had to tell Winter the results of her actions. But such open support on her side was giving her that bit more confidence, even if she was nervous with the following line.

"Okay, me drunk-dialing you? T-that's not going to happen again, for a long long time."

"Yes, I… your associate here has been informing me of your progress. Well, partly. He hasn't gone into much detai-"

"Save it," Blake snapped, arms folding over her chest. "You know… you have a lot of nerve coming here after what you pulled. Do you understand that?"

Winter's calm demeanor faltered, but she did her best to pull it back into place. "Right. To business, then. It… seems I may have… misspoken when last we saw each other."

"Misspoken? Or realized there were consequences for what you said?" Blake demanded. But before she even gave her a chance to answer that, she then let out a harsh laugh. "Actually no, lemme ask you this; are you here because you thought she might have been dead, or because Weiss found out?" It was very visible; the color drained from Winter's face. But before she could speak again, Blake followed up with, "Give me one good reason not to call the police and report you for trespassing in my home. You couldn't give me a good one last time, either."

"Please, listen, I…" She took a deep breath. "I came knowing you survived the attempt, as I learned through Weiss. Not that she's speaking to me anymore." Admitting this last cost her something, and it was clear by the way she swayed in her black high heels before continuing. "H-however… oh, I don't really know why I came. I wanted to try, but I don't think it's going to be worth anything to you."

"You just wanted to ease your guilt a little. I get it." Yang nodded her head, finally starting to appear more annoyed than frightened by the exchange. If money wasn't just an object for Winter, she would have maybe considered why she was here more. But then again, Chicago was very much out of the way in Winter's line of work, especially when she should be heading west.

It was this moment when Sun perked up again. There was an advantage of him speaking to her before the other two got there. "She was, uh, just telling me how Weiss still misses you; even if she’s kind of a… cishet, I guess, she can see Weiss is hurting."

"Hurting from what she did to her," Blake corrected slightly. "I mean, are we forgetting that she did this? That without her, none of this would even be an issue?"

Winter's head bowed and she went on, "I understand. I… I'm not welcome here, you don't want to hear what I have to say. I can appreciate that, honestly. But… I want to make things right. There has to be something more I can do for you, other than simply staying out of your way."

"Well there's nothing! Nothing! I'm completely fucked up because of what you did!" Yang shouted, hands curling up into even tighter fists then before. But even as Sun tried to place his hand on her arm to calm her down, she shrugged it off instantly. "No, I'm done sugarcoating this! I was hard enough for anyone to date as it was; chicks with dicks don't tend to be very successful aside from the odd dude that has a fetish and wants a wild night. And now I'm a walking time bomb who needs pills and psychiatric help to keep from offing herself! So why the fuck would Weiss want to date that?!"

"Because she does!" Winter pleaded with her, eyes wide and tearful now. Her composure was slipping, and quite rapidly, at that. "Please, you… I thought I was doing the right thing, you have to see that! It wasn't supposed to lead to- to any of this!"

"But it did," she replied bluntly, expression beginning to soften as she looked down toward the floor instead, growing sadder rather than angrier. The fire had burned out so quickly, whereas the old Yang could have maintained it for ages. "And now, I don't deserve her. She might want the old Yang but I'm not the old Yang; and I'm not gonna be, not for a long time. This current one is a drunken, pothead burnout who can't hold a job. In what world does a fabulous diva deserve that?"

"Believe me, you're wrong! So… so I made an erroneous assumption about your motives, alright? I've never known a- a person like you, I'm sorry! But please don't think she's doesn't care about you, or that I ever wanted anything like-"

"Listen, haven't you done enough?" Blake interrupted her with a voice like a razorblade. "Messing with their lives because you get some kind of sick pleasure out of playing God! You don't care about Yang! You don't even care about Weiss, and she's your own sister!"

That made Winter's expression darken. For the first time since they had entered the apartment, she looked any way other than distraught and apologetic. Those emotions were still there, but there was also the tiniest pinprick of anger.

"You really think that, don't you? Oh, how wrong you are."

"Hey, don't you dare talk to her like that, you old cunt!" Yang snapped.

And within a few more seconds, the three girls were bickering at each other, shouting louder than one another to try and get their points across, but all to no success. All it was gaining was more stress, tears forming in Yang's eyes, and tears even falling from Winter's. And for the other blonde in the room, who bore witness to it all, it was becoming too much – which became obvious when he yelled louder than them all.

"ENOUGH!"

There allowed a brief moment of silence to follow, just to clear the air, before he sighed. And then gestured the following words with his hands. "Don't you guys get the point of all this? Everyone in this room wants the same thing; for Weiss and Yang to be happy. And we're not gonna get there by trying to out-yell each other!"

"But she hurt them!" Blake protested, slightly surprised at her boyfriend even somewhat standing up for Winter. Normally, she would have understood and even appreciated him being impartial, but not when it involved the woman who almost brought about the end of her best friend's life.

"It's done, Blake. And we can't exactly hop in a DeLorean and go back to prevent it. My point is, we need to focus on what's happening now." It clearly hurt Sun to be stuck like this. To be defending the person responsible for the worst thing that had happened to his girlfriend's best friend's life; even if he was just acting as a mediator. Not allowing that to stew any further, however, he began to pace around the room back and forth.

"Things are fucked, with Yang's head, no doubt with Weiss's head, too. We can blame Winter for where we are, or we can take her word that she was trying to fix shit, and now she’s trying to fix what she fixed the wrong way before. Right? Way I see it, this is rock bottom; we can’t fall off the floor. We have nothing to lose by trying."

"Why should we trust her, though?" Blake said, trying to force herself to be more calm and rational despite the pulsing of anger behind her temples. "After what she pulled, I don't even believe she has our best interests at heart; she's just mad that we're mad. Like any little bully who finally gets in trouble for bullying."

"As I said, I can understand how you would see me that way,” Winter whispered. “And… you are right, to a degree. But I promise you that I had no idea my actions were affecting anyone this way. That she…" A quiet sob fell from her mouth before she could cut the rest of it off. "She hates me. She doesn't even think of me as her sister anymore, and after how this turned out, I suppose I deserve that. But if you only-"

"’Oh, woe is me, my sister's girlfriend nearly killed herself because of the shit I pulled and now she won't talk to me,’" Yang mocked, refusing to even look at the sobbing, crying mess that was once Winter. “Like you have it so bad compared to me.”

Which had made Sun roll his eyes. "Guys, you're doing it again! Look, let's focus on the goal; Weiss and Yang, everybody feeling good. Right now, there's so much distance that there's no chance of that happening. So, we need to close the gap. And we need to do it before we no longer know where Weiss is."

"And that's why I'm here!" Winter followed up from him, desperate to get past the topic of her horrible misstep and on to the task at hand. "To make amends, to… do what I can. It's already come so close to being too late once, and I don't think we should risk it again!"

But Blake was already shaking her head, arms still folded tightly against herself. "Sorry, but I still don't trust you. I can't. You might be for real here, or you might be trying to… I don't know, make sure Weiss doesn't get back in contact with Yang. But your transphobic ass chased her off once, and I'm not letting you do it twice. Now, unless Yang wants to hear you out any more than this, I think you should leave. She's already upset enough as it is."

The white-blonde woman looked wholly defeated. Not merely set back or frustrated, but as if she wanted to crawl into bed and stay there for a week or two. Turning to Yang, she said in a very uncharacteristically meek voice, "Please… hear me out, I… we can make this right together, but not if you shut me out now. I… I’ll…" She swallowed hard and whispered, “I’ll beg if you need me to.”

Yang no longer knew what to think. From the amount of unpleasant things she had heard about Winter, and the family in general, Yang was more inclined to reject her offer. And that was without considering how Winter had spoken to Yang in all the time they knew each other. And yet… seeing her so desperate, so upset and lost… it tugged one of Yang's heartstrings in the wrong way. Whether or not she knew what she was saying before was hateful and hurtful wasn't helpful in this situation.

But seeing how she was now reminded her of someone else who was so desperate recently: herself. Would Winter end up in the hospital the very same way she had if she sent her away without hearing her out?

"You've got thirty seconds to explain whatever you and Sunny Jim cooked up together; then it's up to Blake if she calls the police."

"Come with me to LA," she began immediately, looking almost as excited as Weiss had when she first learned Yang had a motorcycle. That was the only time it was clearly visible they were actually related, and not just in possession of vaguely similar faces. "I have a private jet waiting at O'Hare, we can be there in a few hours, and then… then you can talk to her. I've already explained what I did, so she should hear you out. Even before that, I think she would have; my sister is… much more open and accepting. And if you knew how desperately she misses you!"

It was a tempting offer. And definitely much cheaper than heading to LA on her own. But the plan still seemed flawed. Yes, they knew where she would be, but she wasn't exactly going to be available in that time. "She's gonna be performing, she will want to — heck I'D want her to focus more on that. This concert's the biggest thing that's ever happened to her."

"Then just… go to show you support her. And then you can talk to her afterward; I'll pay for the hotel room, I’ll pay for anything, just… try, if you can."

"You can't buy your way out of this one, Schnee," Blake growled offhandedly. The matter seemed quite settled in her mind, but it was Yang's situation to handle; she didn't want to take the reins away from her.

"And how am I supposed to get in?!” Yang growled, running a hand through her hair then grasping a handful of if. The entire situation seemed too hopeless. “I'm not a bodyguard anymore! I don't have all access! Frankly if I can get in that easily I'd be worried for security."

But Sun and Blake knew an advantage they had on their side. And now was the time to announce they'd been thinking of it. "What if we told you Ruby's going?"

A roll of eyes. "And what's her going to a concert gonna do to help me?"

"She has an extra ticket," Blake told her matter-of-factly. "One that could have your name on it, if you decide to at least show you're still her friend. If nothing else."

"And I'd make sure you have no problems," Winter rushed ahead, seeming so close to fending off a possible panic attack. "Not a single one; I'll pave the way for you and her to have a private conversation, either at the event or afterward, or- or the next day! Just say you'll go, and we can… can make this work!"

Seeming to stare out blankly, Yang was deeply considering the options. The plan seemed sound enough, to get to LA and be there for Weiss’s big moment, then talk to her backstage afterward. And Sun had a point that this would be the only time she was guaranteed to be anywhere in the immediate future. It was now or never. Even if it was a long shot. There was nothing to lose.

Then again, what could she do to get Weiss to notice her in the audience? If the crowd was so huge, she'd need some kind of big gesture to get her attention. Something that only her and Weiss shared…

And once she'd figured that out, she began to smile, rolling her eyes. "I guess I'd better get my shit packed then. I have a dumb idea that is just crazy enough to work."

The Schnee private jet was more or less everything one would expect from such a well-known organization. Stocked to the brim with both food and drink from around the world, staffed with an attendant to help with anything they should need, it was as close to staying in a luxury hotel as one could come in the middle of the sky. But Winter had dismissed the woman once she got them all waters – and Sun a bag of Cheetos – asking her to simply make sure the pilot was comfortable and that they would call upon her if needs be.

"Well, just make sure and tell me if you need anything else," she told them in a would-be professional voice after asking for the fourth or fifth time. It was getting hard to keep track.

Yang hadn't particularly said too much on the plane only sat on the large leather seat with the guitar on her lap, occasionally strumming the odd tune quietly. But every time Winter asked about water, or food, or any other feeble little thing, it made Yang strum an incorrect note, and her groan was audible and pointed. Things still weren't looking good between them.

"I swear you were less annoying when you were hounding me for my history…"

Sighing wearily, Winter turned around and remained silent for a few moments, checking something or other on her tablet. Clearly, she had yet to engender any true trust or respect, and could not so easily make up for what she did to Yang with a few meager gestures. That was to be expected, but the manner with which the other three treated her was beginning to grate.

And after a few more wrong notes, Yang finally gave up, rolling her eyes and putting the guitar to one side. On a plane thousands of feet in the air, it was difficult to concentrate. Even if it was the fanciest plane she had ever seen. Thanks to Winter's presence, talking to Blake felt awkward, along with anything else.

Her only possible solace came from sniping comments. "Looking through my Facebook again, I assume?"

"I am not," Winter said through clenched teeth. "I'm actually finding out the weather conditions for our flight and also catching up on correspondence."

"Death threats, then," Blake muttered easily, sipping at her water. "Can't float those out there and forget about them."

Even though she could feel the tension in the air, she continued to push, even smirking toward Blake. "Maybe telling Daddy she picked up the tranny and asking if she can keep her as a pet."

"Yeah," Blake laughed nervously. Though Yang would joke around with that word once in a while, she always felt uncomfortable with “tranny” being said in her presence. Even by the trans woman herself.

"He has no idea,” Winter couldn’t help snapping. “I simply let him know that I had an urgent matter involving something I needed to correct; as I promised you, if you left, I would tell no one. I had no reason to break that promise… and since now I'm dissolving your responsibility to stay away from Weiss, there's no longer any reason to make your… habits more widely known."

That remark only made Yang laugh as she stared back toward her. "Wow, me almost dying and your sister disowning you is still not enough to make you realize this isn't some hobby."

The death comment put Winter on edge, but not in an angry way. "Fine. I'm choosing the wrong words. I don't know the correct ones, alright? Trans woman, yes, I know there's some kind of difference from a crossdresser, but it still doesn't-" She cut herself off, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I am not being insensitive on purpose, I’m merely ignorant."

"Got that right," Blake muttered under her breath.

"That's one word for it. Then there's selfish, bigoted, transphobic…" But as Yang continued to roll off the words, and observed how annoyed this was making Winter, she was starting to smirk to herself. After how Winter spoke to her in their last meeting, calling her an abomination and threatening to ruin her own sister’s life just to spite her, this only seemed fair.

Which was when she decided to switch tactics. "Part of me wonders if you did it because you hate me, or because you hate that Weiss was happy."

"I told you not to speak about that," Winter told her in a flat tone, trying her best to focus on the tablet screen. "And that I was only trying to ensure Weiss's future. Yes, I regret doing it because I didn't fully understand the situation, but at the time-"

"At the time, you split up a happy couple," Blake overrode her. "Not really sure when that's ever the 'best plan' but hey, made sense to you so that was all that mattered, right?"

"Yeah,” Yang chuckled. “It made sense to either get rid of the annoying tranny, or ruin her sister’s life. Both our lives. How’d she take the news that you did this? I bet she's been thanking you over and ove-"

"That is not at all what I've been doing," Winter told her soberly, irritation creeping into her voice after so many hours of keeping it clear. "Not that I would expect for you to understand how hard it is to manage her business affairs, but I am… exhausted from trying to keep up with all the loose ends, to make sure the business doesn't spiral out of control. Just because you were one of the few times I made a bad judgment call doesn't I did it on purpose!"

"Save it," Blake sighed irritably, shifting as if she was going to move to the lavatory and avoid this conversation. "You're so full of yourself. Like any one woman has that much power or pull. Just because you deluded yourself into thinking Weiss can't survive without you doesn't mean sh-"

"No, YOU save it!" Winter shot to her feet and whirled on all three of them - including Sun, who had been largely silent. Her eyes were wild, and she gestured at Blake, since she had been the last to speak. "I’m not the only one who’s ignorant here! You have no idea! My entire life is about making sure nothing bad happens to my little sister! Not just 'I spend a lot of time' on it - ALL of my time! Anytime I'm not sleeping or eating, and even then, I'm usually eating while checking up on Weiss's affairs, sleeping and dreaming about all the things I might have missed! Consequences that could be avoided if I put in more time here, contact the right person! Do you think I wanted to protect her for all these years in the business, only for her to end up as the next Britney, the next Miley – flushing her 'All-American Sweetheart’ image down the toilet because she's irritated by authority?!"

"Yet you threatened to make that happen!" Yang burst out herself, standing to her own feet as she glared right back at Winter, gritting her own teeth. "Remember?! You said to me that you'd out me to the media so she'd suffer! So her reputation would be down shit creek without a paddle! So don't you even think about saying you're a good sister, because you are not!"

"Do you really think I hadn’t already planned to clearly outline you were the one taking advantage of her?! That she wouldn't be the pure one being defiled by your, your…" Pulling at her hair, she managed to shout, "What I thought was your perversion, okay?! I’m trying to accept that things aren't how I saw them, but all I could see was a man who had found a way to put his hands all over my baby sister! And it made me SICK! I had fought so hard to keep that from happening, done so many things I shouldn't have done to preserve her from becoming that kind of casualty of this awful business! And I thought I failed!"

"Don't you dare call Yang a 'man', you bitch!" Blake was firing up. She was on her feet as well, even though she had felt Sun tug at her arm when she pushed to standing. "She's ten times the woman you'll ever be, and you're acting like she's nothing but a- a CREEP! What did you think she was going to-"

"None of you have the slightest CLUE!" Angry tears were falling now as she shouted at the top of her lungs, causing huge, blotchy red areas to rise on her cheeks and neck. "How many wealthy studio heads, top executives, would KILL to have a seventeen-year-old girl with an angelic face all alone in their offices for a few minutes! How many meetings I had to rearrange, cancel, shift, to make sure that never, EVER happened to her! All without sacrificing her chances of rising to the top of the charts, and I have done it! Damn you and your judgment of me, I have done the impossible, what my inept and aloof father could never manage: kept her safe AND pure AND successful! Even if sometimes I had to be the one defiled in her place!"

The instant the last words were out of Winter's mouth, she drew back and slapped a hand over it. Fear burned behind her eyes; real fear, not just a niggling worry over what they would think of her. Terror about that particular secret escaping her inner security vault.

And in her guest’s eyes, a different type of fear. Shock and awe. None could believe what they had just heard, but obviously they'd heard too much, considering the fear that they were seeing back in return as they stared.

“What… did you say?” Sun asked softly.

“Nothing,” Winter attempted, though now she looked as broken and dazed as they had ever seen her. Worse. “All I mean is that… that I only wanted what was best for her, and I don’t want to hear you claiming anything to the contrary. That’s all.”

The room had turned deathly silent for what felt like forever as they simply stared. That was until Yang finally swallowed, and spoke quietly. "Blake, Sun, can you guys leave the room for a minute?"

"Yeah…" Blake glanced at Sun, then went off to find the lavatory, after all, taking her water and boyfriend with her. She didn't meet Winter's eyes again, only glanced at Yang, curious what the blonde was feeling. Clearly what was once anger had begun to melt away, but she waited until they had both closed the door behind them until she moved again.

And even that was to just sit slowly back down, and continue staring out into space. That sentence could have meant anything, as of yet she had no clue. But the sickly feeling in the bottom of her stomach was enough to tell her what it probably was. Then she remembered, the case she had heard about when she first joined the team. That Weiss was having anonymous pictures taken of her from inside her changing rooms and tour bus, yet that fad had suddenly came to a stop with no explanation as to why, and no one bothering her again. A comment or two from Winter before this that implied no one would understand how hard she fought for Weiss’s future.

"You… found out who was taking those photos, at the beginning of my career… didn't you?"

Weaving slightly as she walked, Winter made her way to the minibar and dropped a few cubes of ice into large, clear glass. "He won't be bothering Weiss again. Or any other young starlet. My… father has connections that are quickly becoming my connections. They don't mind making sure unfortunate things happen to unfortunate people."

"Your father knows about this?" Yang asked while she watched Winter pick up a bottle of gin, and then hesitate. Still, she kept going, "And he lets it happen?"

"He knows I dealt with the source of the photos, nothing more." Something like a smile passed over her as she began pouring other dark substances into the glass, mixing them together. "They had… warrants in another country already. Pull a few strings, and off he goes. Extradition."

"And you… had to clean it up. Plus a lot of other things. Um… what kind of strings did you have to pull?"

There wasn't much more she could do. At the beginning of the day, she hated this woman with every fiber of her being, the day previous she was sending her a voice mail about how it was her fault she nearly ended her life. And now, she didn't know what to think. If it were really true, this explained so much of who Winter was, why she acted the way she did. It even explained why, with the limited knowledge she had, she had tried to destroy their relationship.

Explained, not excused. But she still wanted to learn more.

"Oh, that doesn't bother me," she said offhandedly as she finally raised the drink to her mouth and took a long draught. "Even…" Again, fear flickered in her eyes. "I don't mind, as long as it means I can preserve my sister. Even sex; using it as a tool of the trade. It's the worry of anyone finding out the things I've had to do… using that to cast aspersions on Weiss, on my family name. That's what keeps me up at night."

So it was true. There was undeniable truth that her assumption was right. Yet again, she could feel her stomach turning at the thought, at the mental image that unfortunately made its way into her mind. Such a proud, fierce woman, debasing herself behind closed doors because she thought it was the only way to help her sister. But what made this worse? Weiss was completely oblivious. She had no idea what went on behind closed doors while Winter was securing various contracts and concert opportunities, and only thought of her sister as an even more soulless copy of her father. In a way, she still was… but now Yang knew there was a reason she had become so soulless.

And that made her breathe outward, shaking her head as she spoke quietly. "You're an idiot for thinking Weiss would want this career at that kinda price."

"No, I'm a manager. Though I'll admit, sometimes they are the same thing." Another swill and the glass was empty - and Winter went straight to pouring more for herself. "You don't have any reason to believe that I'm sorry for how this turned out. I was just doing what I always do, but… that's no excuse for getting sloppy. For seeing a threat and trying to eradicate it without first figuring out if it was a real threat to begin with."

"Well for one thing, she wouldn’t force you into a situation where… that is the solution. Nobody’d do that." Yang got up to walk to the bar herself. For a moment, it looked as though she was going to grab one of the bottles of beer, but in the end, she skipped past it and went for cola instead. Before pouring it, she pulled out the small bottle of pills from her pocket, resting them on the bar for a moment.

"You could have just asked me who I really was, and asked both of us if we were together. Just done things the nice way instead of sneaking around behind our backs. I'm supposed to look intimidating, yeah, but I'm just… a big fluffy teddy bear if you're nice to me."

"No, you aren't," Winter scoffed harshly. "You've been a thorn in my side since you started working. Sniping at me, taking your little pot shots… still. No excuse for me jumping to conclusions." Her finger nudged the bottle of pills slightly before she reached to freshen her second drink. "Chasing you into that."

"I've been a thorn in your side? Right! Like, I understand why you were so vile to me now, but you could have just talked to me, talked to Weiss. Don’t act like I’m the one who started all this when you’ve been jumping on my back." She allowed that comment to stand in the silence while she filled up the glass to the full, and then took one of the pills from the bottle, toying with it in her fingers a moment. "Especially talk to Weiss… Because I can tell you now, if she knew you had to do all this just to keep her career going, she'd be heartbroken."

"NO." As if the word hadn't been final enough, Winter set her glass down so hard that it cracked down the middle — not that she noticed immediately. Her eyes were completely intent on Yang, mouth set in a hard line.

“’No’, huh? That’s it?”

"Weiss must never know. Not ever; I don't care if you and Blake talk about what a hypocrite I am, or a 'transphobe' or whatever else you want to call me, I don't care. But you can't tell her about any of this, it's… disgusting. Already, I have to look at her and see you on top of her – and that was her choice, something she wanted." Her lip curled, but when she continued, it was clear she wasn't offended by the previous thought, but rather the following. "Putting her through the same thing? Making her think about men she's barely met… with her sister, and when it wasn’t what I wanted, it's… I can't let that happen to her beautifully pure mind. I won't."

Taking the pill into her mouth and swallowing it before the conversation could go on, Yang took a large gulp of her drink to help it the rest of the way down, resting it softly on the bar again. It also gave her a second to think. The situation was one Yang wished she was never in, especially since it involved caring about her worst enemy. But she did. And she couldn't stand that she was so stubborn she'd do nothing about this, and continue to “help” her sister in this same dubious fashion.

Not for much longer. "Fine. I'm not gonna tell her, and it's up to you when you can tell her. But it stops. Now. Because I know for a fact if the only way she could get those contracts signed is by you whoring yourself out or whatever, then she wouldn't want them. God, you know that!"

"I… don't know how to promise that to you." Raising the glass again, she noticed it was broken and sighed, dumping it straight in the trash bin before dragging another over to replace it. When she noticed Yang watching her, she smirked bitterly.

"Haven't you figured out why I'm so determined to get as much alcohol into my mouth while we're discussing this… horrible subject? It's to wash away the memory of their taste." Once the glass was full of booze and ice, she took a swig, then sighed as if it were satisfactory. "Not that I was ever truly forced into it; I made my decisions based on what would have the best possible outcome. Just… the cost of doing business."

"It's wrong," Yang corrected her. But not for the reason Winter would assume. That much was obvious as she went on. "It's wrong for those jerks to trap you in a situation where that's the only option. You shouldn't have to do that, shouldn't be expected to put out for pigs like that. And if you think stepping in to take that… that abuse is the way to get results… what's gonna happen when some other fourteen-year-old 'America's Got Talent' winner doesn’t have a sister of their own to protect them, huh? Those guys will do the exact same thing… and it’ll work this time."

Her shoulder shrugged, though she looked so much less sure of herself than before. "What does that have to do with me? All I care about is Weiss. I'm not out to change the world; just to protect her from how completely horrible it is."

Finishing off the rest of her drink, Yang put the empty glass back down, and shoved away the pack of pills now that she'd taken them. Rather than say anymore, she folded her arms instead. "Well guess what? Since the start of that tour, that's been my job. Bodyguard and all."

"I know." Her fingertip traced a circle in the water the sweat from her other glass had left behind on the countertop. "You… did your job well, I must admit. When I first realized you two had designs on each other, I thought about making you the same offer I made all those other executives and producers, if you would only leave her be, but…" The corner of her mouth lifted slightly. "Isn't it funny? I hated you for tainting my sister, but also knew you wouldn't have gone for my offer. Somehow… gut feeling. I wouldn’t have been enough."

At last, she turned around properly, eyes wet and face a mask of indifference… one as cracked as her first glass. "My sister means the world to me. And she means the world to you, and you to her. I don't understand it yet, or this whole thing about you… being you, but I'm beginning to see what she sees in you."

A slight smile was beginning to appear to one side her lips, yet she couldn't quite bring herself to look back into Winter's eyes just yet, eyes staring out blankly as she thought on that. The more she was hearing Winter talk, the more she was beginning to realize why at first she hated her, and also why now she was so flattered by hearing her words.

"You remind me of me." She shrugged, grabbing another bottle of cola whilst they were still stood by the bar, pouring it into the glass. "Do anything to protect your loved ones even if it means you take the fall. But only problem is, as I just learned the really, really hard way, that's dangerous. I don't wanna wish what I went through on anyone. Even you."

That startled Winter out of her calm state, and she blinked several times. "You… are you worried about me trying to harm myself?" Against both of their expectations, she let out a bark of laughter. "Wow. After all the trouble I've caused you, I'd think you would be happy to see me go."

"When I left that voicemail? Maybe I did. For a little while, when I was looking for someone to blame other than myself for how shitty I felt. Now that I'm thinking rationally…" She could only sigh, only now looking up to meet Winter's eyes with her own. "You really are just another me, trying to do what they think is best. And we both really fucked that up. Maybe you went first, but I haven’t been doing much better lately."

She had no response to that. Tears were rolling down her face freely now, but she couldn't find her voice to speak. Maybe Yang hadn't truly forgiven her, but even just being compared in this way, given some tiny amount of understanding, was far beyond her expectations.

"Hey." She tried to catch her attention again, finally genuinely smiling toward her as she stood upright, holding her arms outward. But all Winter could do was sob harder, shaking where she stood. As if afraid to move any more or she would fall apart completely… which was a distinct possibility.

So instead, Yang was the one who stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around the crying woman. It was still an awkward situation, since Winter hadn't quite begun to trust her, nor had she quite forgiven Winter just yet. But it was a step in the right direction. Clearly Winter needed for someone to be on her side, and someone to vent to. Even if it came accidentally.

"I know you don't know what to think of me… but know that if this goes well this weekend, no matter what comes Weiss's way, I'll protect her with my life. You don't have to do that anymore. Not the way you’ve been doing it, that’s for sure."

"But if I'm n-not protecting Weiss… then who am I?!" That seemed to be all she could ask before she broke down crying into Yang's neck, the sound raw and ugly, halting. The sound of someone who never cried and wasn't really sure how to go about doing so.

"Her sister," she responded instantly, still embracing her tightly even as Winter used her to cry on. She needed this. As much as Yang hated being the one to give it to her, it was the only humane option. "You're her sister, and she loves you. And she would love you more if you showed her how much you cared instead of letting yourself get abused for the sake of her career. Because she cares about you way more than a couple of album deals."

At first, all Winter could do was nod into her neck, sniffling and clutching at the back of her shirt. By this point, it could have been just about anyone on earth and she wouldn't have been able to stop herself using them as an object of comfort. But she wasn't going to forget who it was. A minute or two later, she pulled back, still sobbing but having recovered enough to speak again.

"I can't believe I was s-so unkind to you! I don't deserve your pity, I don't deserve you being nice to m-me, not after what almost- what I almost did! I'm such a st- a stupid whore!"

Instead, she rubbed her shoulder gently, allowing herself to nuzzle lightly against her neck. Taking a deep breath in and sighing, she tried to remain as calm as she could while Winter needed comforting. In truth however, she just wanted to cry. It hurt to see anyone this broken, even her. "You're not. But today's the new leaf, new start. And if I can pull myself out of a pit of self-hate, you can pull yourself outta this."

"You and Weiss have my blessing," she told her very soberly, eyes wider now than they had been thus far. "Not that you n-need it, but I'm also going to do whatever I can- I meant that before, and I mean it now, I… I was already thinking that anybody who would actually have listened to my ridiculous orders on the off chance that it would be what's best for Weiss… that you clearly… I was so wrong."

Her hand came up and pressed against Yang's neck as she looked her in the eyes. "You're in love. Really and honestly… even though I'm still confused about you being a woman but born a man, and all those things. That's…" She shook her head violently. "It’s less important than my sister. You're going to have to teach me as we go along."

Nodding, Yang eventually released her grip around Winter, softly smiling at her instead. She was finally at the stage where Weiss began at; plenty of work to do, but she was willing to learn. Picking up her glass again, she paced toward the chair instead, immediately sitting down and relaxing.

"Then ask away, sister-in-law."

For some reason, that last term, even though it had probably been intended as a joke, made Winter smile at her for the first time since Yang had known her. Watery and broken as before, but a true smile. And it remained in place as she sat herself directly across from the bodyguard and they finally began to do the one thing they never had: talk.

In that time, Blake and Sun had vacated to the spacious bathroom of the plane. Both were stunned by what had just happened. Winter was the cause of all their problems, the reason Yang was even there in the first place. That was all they knew her for. And now there was a true reason – not that they could hear it over the humming of the plane engine.

"Well… now I feel pretty shitty," Sun sighed as he paced around the room.

"I don't," Blake said from her perch on the toilet seat, though her voice was a lot more subdued than it had been before. "I mean, yeah, it sucks that she went through all that… I wish she hadn't. Wish the world worked different ways, but she still interfered with Yang's relationship and… and almost killed her, you know? It's no excuse."

"Never said it was." He gave up his pacing, and instead leant against the wall next to her, deeply sighing and staring upward at nothing. Crossing one leg over the other, he also folded his arms over his chest. "Either way, seems like Yang's not the only one screwed in the head."

Snorting, she leaned back and tried to get comfortable again, as impossible as it was. "We're all probably a little screwed in the head." Then she looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. "Except for you. Out of all of us, you're the one that's solid as a rock, you know?"

Numbly smiling as he looked toward the ground, he uncrossed his legs again, allowing himself to slowly slide down the wall to sit on the ground instead. "You'd think that, but I was just as scared as you were last night."

"That's not really the same. It's not about whether or not you were scared, it's… that you were still there for us. Being awesome." Then she looked down at the tile again. "I'm gonna need you a lot, too."

He spared a moment to give her a soft smile, but then went back to staring outward again. Now they had come to the subject that Sun had been meaning to mention for a while. Especially so in the last two weeks. "I know. And… I know you want this to go well, for Yang’s sake, but I also know you'll miss her a lot if it does."

"Oh, why should I?" Blake said with a would-be amused laugh. "Just… what happens with us. She's here, then she's gone, then she's here, then…" A tight shrug, and Blake started drumming her fingertips against the sink. "I'd be pretty dumb to expect her to want to stay with the rebound chick."

"You're not the rebound chick. You're just… two people who needed each other for two different reasons. Yang needed the company and something to ease the loneliness, and you were in it for the nostalgia – and having someone who can keep up with your sex drive." Somehow, he found himself smirking at that remark, shrugging his shoulders. "It's gonna hurt, but you both knew it was temporary. Doesn't mean you don’t matter, y'know?"

"Yeah…. yeah, I know all that." Her fingertips drummed faster. "I guess. Don't I?"

"Hmm, maybe not." He smiled. This time, he reached up to hold Blake's spare hand instead, holding it in his for a moment. "I know this’ll be super rough for you. It's not every day someone's first ever love just randomly comes back into their lives; of course that's not gonna be easy."

Blake digested that for a few seconds before answering. When she did, her question was, "Do you… think I took advantage of Yang? Please, be honest; I'm too in the middle of this and I can't trust my own instincts like I normally would."

"I…" He hesitated for a moment, looking to one side and visibly scrunched up his expression. This was the subject he was slightly more scared to voice an opinion on. And although he didn't agree with it… "I think you were both vulnerable and both rushed into it without thinking. So even if you did, so did she. Nobody fucked up worse than the other person."

She nodded glumly, staring down at the floor. "Okay. I never tried to, but I was worried that was what happened. So… so that's fair, I guess." Then she cleared her throat and forced a smile. "Now all I have to do is let her go. Again."

"But this time, stay in contact." Sun squeezed her hand lightly, beginning to stroke it with his thumb. "Because she means a lot to you, and you do to her. With or without the sex. You've done a lot to help her out, and I'm sure she appreciates it."

"Yeah, of course; I'm not letting her sneak out of my life completely. Never. I'm just…"

And then, Blake did the thing she had promised she wouldn't do; she started crying. Unlike the girl in the main quarters of the plane, her tears were very quiet and resigned, but that may have had something to do with how very resigned her voice and body language were.

"Just always going to be in love with her. At least a little, even if I'm also in love with you. Isn’t that crazy? I never, ever thought that I could be the kind of person who's fine with dating two people, that I could let that happen, but it's… it's just… true, and I lied to myself, a-and said it was just sex, and… and now there's nothing I can do about losing her."

"Hey hey hey…" He let her hand go to stand again, and leaned in to give her a quick hug, slowly stroking her back to try and calm her down. Even if he knew all along this was the inevitable result of their actions, it still hurt to see her so utterly heart broken. He wasn't exactly going to have no reaction other than 'I told you so'.

"Can't say I know how it feels, but it sounds like it sucks. A lot. But, I guess at the end of the day, it's good to know she’s gonna be on the road to recovery, right? That she’s doing better – you saved her, dude!"

"That's true," Blake sniffled, though she didn't sound cheered by it at the moment. This was the one second she would allow herself to actually feel the pain of loss, petty as it was to her way of thinking. "I'm just… stupid. I know that. You tried to tell me that, and I didn't listen… and I just let myself believe I was going to keep both of you around. Because I'm such hot shit that can have the two hottest blonde Asians in North America, right? UGH, I sound like an idiot."

Sun only hugged her tighter, unable to help but slightly chuckle at that remark. "Hey, least for a while you got to live the dream. One of each gender, ‘n all. I guess… be glad it happened, and look forward to staying friends this time." But as he gradually released her, he shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? Maybe if this goes well, Weiss and Yang might be up for experimenting. "

"Oh, don't be…" But Blake fell silent. That was about the least likely chain of events she'd ever heard of… but the very idea was making her mind turn into a fog of scattered possibilities. "But I'm not even really bisexual," she reasoned, almost mumbling to herself. "Just… Yang is hot, so- and Weiss has no reason to want to fuck me! Like, are you serious?"

He had been joking, but seeing how Blake was serious about that remark, and very doubtful in herself in regards to other people wanting her, he shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? If she's gay, you're curious and Yang is bi, I can't see why it wouldn't work… other than like, awkward limbs going everywhere, Twister-style."

Blake was rolling her eyes, though blushing through her tear tracks. "Stooooop! No way does some megastar want to bang me when she has Yang in the sack! That's like… trading in a Prada purse for one from Walmart!"

"You really gotta stop that," he said bluntly, pulling her in closer toward him for a moment as he rested his forehead against hers. Unable to help himself, he stole a kiss from her lips. "Downgrading yourself, when you're made of gold. I'm a lucky guy, you know."

"But have you seen Yang?!" When Sun only kept glaring, she finally relaxed into his arms. "Quit being so nice to me. I'm going on and on about this woman I'm attracted to, when I have the hottest boyfriend of all time buttering me up. You deserve better than that."

Sun only shrugged again, once more leaning in to peck her lips. "Yet here I am, cuddling you, spoiling you, getting into the mile-high club with you…."

Her voice dipped lower as she hissed, "We can't do that! Not with Yang and Winter discussing terrible stuff out there!" But then she slid her arms around his neck. "However… nothing wrong with a little of this."

Then her lips pushed in against Sun's; chaste and warm. They would do quite a lot more of that before Yang saw fit to come and retrieve them. Blake needed the solace.

#White Noise #rwby fanfiction #winter schnee #rwbyremnants #black sun

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