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Drabble for @white-rose-weekend Day 3: Waking up in the morning.

“Goodnight, all!”

“Night, Yang. Sleep well.”

“Oh, I’ll try but it might be hard with Blake and her–ow! I was going to say snoring!”

Weiss holds back a giggle as she watches the latter half of her team bicker all the way into their bedroom. That makes three couples to all three rooms, and Weiss gets to experience the magic of sleeping on a couch. When Team RWBY and Team JNPR embarked on a joint mission, she figures that someone would have had the sense to make sure their sleeping arrangements would be adequately met. Instead she’s served with a reminder of her favorite mantra: if you want it done right, do it yourself.

At least it wasn’t entirely unsalvageable. With six out of eight of them dating each other, most people had a bed. Blake and Yang, Ren and Nora, Jaune and Pyrrha… And then Weiss. Just Weiss.

Hmm.

A small pang of loneliness wells up in her heart, something she wouldn’t have expected. Relationships have never been at the forefront of her mind. Planning to inherit the SDC, and when that didn’t pan out, becoming a professional licensed huntress was always her priority. Still though, that doesn’t mean she can’t think of it once in a blue moon, right?

Maybe it’s the realization that most of her friends are practically joined at the hip that’s driving these thoughts as of late. It’s understandable but not something she can’t ignore. She harumphs to herself and spreads her blankets over the couch.

Does Ruby ever feel the same?

What a silly thought. Weiss chides herself just for having it. What difference would it make? She brushes it off as mild curiosity stemming from the fact that they’re both in the same situation compared to their teammates. And yet…

“Ruby?”

“What’s up?” The girl in question peers around a corner, arms full of blankets and pillows. They’re stacked so high that all Weiss can see of Ruby are messy bangs and two silver eyes.

Weiss bites her lip. It’s a dumb idea. She shouldn’t ask. It’ll make things awkward between them. “Would you like to share the couch?” It slips from her lips anyways, the idea too tempting to let go of.

She can’t quite tell what expression Ruby’s making, but her silver eyes blink-blink a few times. “I thought you wanted it. I packed a sleeping bag, remember? Told ya it would come in handy!”

Handy? Right now it’s more like an obstacle in the way of her goal. “It’d be more comfortable for you, and probably warmer too. I don’t mind.”

Ruby looks between Weiss and then the couch and then back to Weiss, and the former heiress again wishes that Ruby would put down those sheets so she could read her expression. It’d certainly make her heart stop beating so fast.

“Sure!” Ruby chirps, and would you look at that, Weiss’s heart skips even faster. She clears her throat to buy herself a second, needing to make sure her composure doesn’t crack.

“If you insist,” she says as if she weren’t just the one to make the invitation. “Finish getting ready and I’ll make the bed.” Ruby takes that as invitation to toss everything she’s carrying onto Weiss, who catches it with a yelp. Ruby salutes at her before scampering away.

With a sigh, Weiss untangles herself from the blankets and gets to the arduous task of setting them out. She takes the back cushions off of the couch to make more room for two, and then sets them on the floor. You know, just in case someone is a kicker and pushes her onto the floor in her sleep. Well now that she thinks about it, which side would Ruby prefer? Weiss can see the appeal of being on the edge and having more room to stretch, but being on the inner side would mean you’re squished in between the couch back and the other person–

Weiss decides she’ll take inner spot.

It’s just one night after all. What’s the worst that could happen?

~~~

Apparently the answer is insomnia. Weiss’s body jitters with adrenaline as if she had just stepped into a Deathstalker nest. That might be preferable if she’s being honest. At least then she wouldn’t have to lay here in silence wondering why the girl pressed against her is living rent free in her brain.

Trying to find a position that will help her sleep, Weiss turns onto her side and promptly freezes up. Ruby’s not only still awake but gazing at her. They’re mere inches apart, the other girl filling Weiss’s vision.

“Still up?” Ruby whispers, seemingly unfazed by the closeness.

“I could ask you the same.”

Ruby tries to shrug but laying on her side turns it into a strange little wiggle. “Usually takes a while… Are you comfortable?”

Weiss is not, but it’s not because of the bed. She’s not about to admit that though. “I’m fine. Maybe a bit cold.”

“Want more of the blanket?”

“Haven’t I already hogged enough?” she says, well aware that she prefers to bundle up.

Ruby purses her lip in thought, and then her eyes alight when an idea seems to come to her. Before Weiss can question her intentions, a hand slips around her waist and tugs her close to Ruby.

Weiss’s thoughts can be described as the sound of TV static for a few seconds as she comes to the realization of what’s happening. A blush forms on her cheeks and down her neck, fair skin doing nothing to hide it. “Ruby?” she whispers.

Cyan meet silver, and a quaint little smile crosses Ruby’s face. It’s the only answer Weiss receives. For reasons she’d rather not dwell on, her musings from earlier return to the forefront of her thoughts. ‘Does Ruby ever feel the same?’ For half a second, a question forms on the tip of her tongue that’s far more personal than she’d ever have thought herself capable of asking.

With a satisfied hum, Ruby closes her eyes. Her smile hasn’t faded, and she shuffles in to rest her head just shy of Weiss’s shoulder.

On second thought, she can ask another time. Why not enjoy the peaceful moment instead of risking ruining it with what-ifs? Weiss lets out a breath she’d been holding and lets her tension flow out with it. She leans forward so they come into contact, just barely. Tonight, at least, she won’t feel any more pangs of loneliness as she drifts into dreams decorated with roses.

~~~

Back when i lived in Santa Fe, I used to go to this bar called Cowgirl a lot. I didn’t really have a lot of money because I was a college student with no job but I went anyways to hang with friends and also grab a drink or two. One night, as we were talking with the bartender, I noticed a bottle at the end of the shelf closest to me. I was immediately curious about this bottle. Why? Because it was a type of vodka I was unfamiliar with? Well yes but it also had one other trait that jumped out: it was green. 

Now, I don’t mean that the bottle was green. In fact, the bottle was white frosted glass. I mean the liquid inside was green. And not just green. A BRIGHT green. A neon green. A violent green. To my eyes it seemed to almost glow in the dark bar. You know how some animals are brightly colored to signal that they’re poisonous? Something to keep in mind.

“WHAT is THAT?!” I shouted calmly to the bartender.

With a smile pulled the offending bottle off the shelf and showed it to me so i could read the label. THe brand was Three Olives. The flavor?

“‘Dude’?! The flavor is ‘DUDE’?! What the hell does ‘DUDE’ taste like?!!!” Now, years later i would find out what dudes taste like but more importantly I would like to point out that “what does dude taste like” is not a wise thing to shout in a crowded bar. Luckily, no one noticed, or they were too busy in their own problems to care.

“Oh I have no idea,” said the bartender, “they won’t let us open the bottle until a customer orders it so we can’t taste it but we can’t sell it because we don’t know what it tastes like.”

I thought about it for a whole second, which is about ten years in ADHD time, and made an executive decision. I was going to be that customer.

“I would like a shot of DUDE please!” I said, a little too loudly.

I have never seen a man open a bottle that fast. I mean one second it was back on the shelf where he placed it after showing to to me, and the next he was pouring a shot and no intervening steps could be seen. I mean he broke the sound barrier, the sonic boom momentarily silencing the bar. I mean the top of the bottle disappeared and to this day I have no idea if it was a cork or a screw cap that sealed the contents from the outside world.

I looked at my shot. It was no less green outside the bottle. My enthusiasm faltered slightly. Slightly. I drank it. 

Okay there’s really no way around this: it tasted like Mountain Dew. Flat Mountain Dew. Mixed with rubbing alcohol. 

I looked at the bartender. He had tasted it too. I could see we had come to the same conclusion. We never talked about it again

So I’m going to share what I think these scenes are actually showing

Ruby was just having a pillow fight at Schnee manor and it got so out of hand she got yeeted through a wall

Salem is just helping Oscar with an eye booger

Robyn decided to show off her sick dance moves when she was done with comedy hour and it just got too hot to handle

Winter and company are practicing for a play they are in (I mean look at her she looks so Shakespearean)

Glynda showed up to put Ironwood in timeout

And allies 😗. If you’re not an ally……… go away and also block me please and thank you >_>

Anyway we all love ✨representation✨. So let’s go over the canonically LGBT characters in RWBY so far :3 In no particular order… So I dunno why I’m numbering them but whatever lol

#1. Coco Adel (Lesbian)

#2. Ilia Amitola (Lesbian)

#3. Scarlet David (Gay)

#4. Nolan Porfirio (Gay and dating Scarlet) Still waiting for those Scarlet x Nolan fics >_>

#5. Saffron Cotta-Arc

#6. Terra Corra-Arc (^ Married wlw)

#7. Yang Xiao Long (wlw)

#8. Blake Belladonna (Bisexual)

#9. First Mate, named Matte Sky by their voice actor (Nonbinary)

#10. May Marigold (Transwoman)

How we get those flashbacks to Cinder with the shock collar, the one where she resists it and kills the Madame who keeps trying to subdue her. Just like back then she's so close to rebelling, so close to realizing that she's in a position no different than her childhood.

But Salem retracts, she puts blame on herself instead of doubling down on Cinder's punishment. She acknowledges Cinder, she gives her the barest hint of attention and affection and that's all Cinder needs to be put right back under her thumb.

Up until this moment, he still believed that the adults knew what they were doing. That their age gave them wisdom and experience that he and his friends didn’t have.

But he gets to see first hand that the entire group is fighting and bickering and not sharing their emotions. 

Meanwhile, his friends are capable of disagreeing and airing their emotions and still finding a way of moving forward. 

The veil is lifted. He understands why saving the world is the job of him and his friends now. He understands why Team RWBY beat the AceOps.