#in tears at Neo's confession

[fullsunstrawberry]

[Part 29: the end]

word count: 2.6k

synopsis: when your old college decides that your major isn’t worth the money. Meaning you have to transfer in the middle of your last year to neo university. But luckily you have three fuckboys to bring you out of your shell and help you get off

warnings: smut, no mention of protection, baby and princess used, overall all fluffyish smut

a/n: final :( gonna miss these characters! the masterlist will be updated monday or tuesday (im away from my pc)

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“Already have a whole family huh?” Jaemin teased, glancing up from his phone.

“Yeah, no more babies!” you responded

“But we can still practice” " Jaemin winked, and you couldn't help but cringe, giving him a playful shove on the shoulder.

Jaemin chuckled at your reaction, his playful demeanor lighting up the room. "Come on, where's your sense of humor?" he teased, nudging you back gently.

“But I know you, you definitely weren't joking!”

Jaemin's grin widened at your accusation. "Okay, maybe I was half-joking," he admitted with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "But hey, can you blame me? Practice makes perfect, right?"

You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. "You're insufferable," you teased back, though there was warmth in your tone.

Jaemin's eyes softened at the sound of your laughter, the corners of his lips curling up into a fond smile. "you love me," he said softly, not even realizing he used the “L” word.

You felt your heart skip a beat at Jaemin's words, "I... I do," you confessed.

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows for a second before he realized what just happened, and his eyes widened in surprise. The room seemed to grow quieter as his gaze locked with yours. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air between you.

But before the tension could escalate further, Jaemin broke into a grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he let out a relieved laugh. "Well, well, well, looks like someone has finally admitted it," he teased, though there was a softness to his voice that betrayed his true feelings.

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously "Don't let it go to your head," you quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Jaemin reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and tender. "I'll try not to," he said softly, his gaze unwavering as he searched your eyes. "But... I have to admit, I've felt the same way too, for a long time”

“A long time?” Jaemin nodded, a hint of shyness coloring his cheeks. "Yeah, a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t want to scare you by moving too fast”

Your heart swelled at Jaemin's confession. Without a second thought, you reached out and took Jaemin's hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

A soft, genuine smile spread across Jaemin's face at the touch, his eyes shining with a mixture of relief and love. "I'm glad we finally said it," he murmured, squeezing your hand gently.

You squeezed back, "Me too," you whispered, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

As if on cue, Jaemin leaned in closer, his breath warm against you as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

As Jaemin leaned back, his warm breath mingling with yours, you could see the raw emotion in his eyes. They glimmered with love and tenderness, reflecting the depth of his feelings for you. He whispered softly, "I love you," before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment longer. Pulling back, he gazed into your eyes.

With tender care, Jaemin trailed soft kisses down your face, starting at your nose and moving down to your jaw. Each touch was like a feather against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. As he reached your neck, his lips became slightly rougher, filled with passion and desire. Another "I love you" escaped from his lips as he peppered you with kisses, each one leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. You couldn't help but melt into him, feeling loved and cherished in every moment.

Lost in the haze of emotions, you wrapped your arms around Jaemin. Pulling him closer to your body, needing more of his touch. Jaemin moved his attention back onto your eyes, staring deep into them.

As you softly whispered the words "I love you," Jaemin's eyes filled with tender adoration. His hands reached up to gently cup your face. Before capturing your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.

The soft warmth of Jaemin's lips against yours sent a rush of heat through you. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection between you two. His touch was tender yet filled with a passion that made your heart race.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble of love. Every caress, every whisper, spoke volumes of the unspoken bond that had been growing between you for so so long.

When you finally pulled away, Jaemin's eyes met yours once again, filled with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

"I love you," he repeated, his voice soft yet unwavering.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice filled with the same depth of emotion..

With a contented smile, Jaemin leaned in to rest his forehead against yours, basking in the warmth of your embrace. “You’re so beautiful,”

“You're my everything,” Jaemin continued, his voice filled with sincerity.

It was a moment you wished would last forever. Jaemin's hand found its way to the bottom of your shirt and with a question in his eyes he slowly lifted the fabric, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room. His touch was gentle as his fingers traced patterns along your exposed stomach. You closed your eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch.

Jaemin's lips found yours once more, his kisses becoming more urgent, more fervent as desire flared between you. Your breath mingled with his. With a sudden gasp, Jaemin pulled back slightly, his gaze locking with yours.

“What’s wrong baby?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, “Please…more..more please!”

Jaemin’s eyes darkened as a smirk grew on his face, he brushed a gentle hand against your face. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, your eyes meeting his desperately. "I'm sure," you whispered, the longing evident in your voice.

Without a word, Jaemin’s hands were already exploring your body, his touch was on fire has he worshipped every inch of your skin.

Jaemin’s movements were quick but graceful as he lowered himself on the bed, just right between your thighs. Pushing them apart and leaving a small kiss on your right thigh.

You couldn't help but moan at the sight and feel of him, your heart pounding in your chest as anticipation filled the air. Jaemin's gaze never left yours, his eyes usually filled with hunger, but this time all you saw was adoration.

"I need you," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. Your breath hitched as his tongue grazed the sensitive skin beneath your belly button, making you arch into him. He chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eye. Before you knew it, he was working his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses as he went.

Your heart raced as you felt his lips and tongue exploring your most intimate places. You couldn't help but let out a whimper, your need for him growing more with each passing moment.

With your legs spread wide open for him, Jaemin continued to tease and torture you with his tongue. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck, seemed to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

You could feel your body responding, your breaths becoming heavier, your skin flushing with desire. You wanted more, needed more, and you were helpless to resist the pleasure he was giving you.

It wasn't long before Jaemin began to make his way back up your body, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the hunger in his gaze. He positioned himself between your legs, his breath hot against your skin as he stared intently at your entrance.

With a single motion, he slid himself inside you, filling you completely. You both let out a gasp as your bodies connected.It was like a dream, but this was reality, and you were completely and utterly in love.

As he began to move, his pace slow and deliberate as your eyes locked. You could feel every inch of him as he delved deeper into you, your heart pounding in sync with his thrusts.

His lips found yours once more, and the kiss became just as passionate as the rhythm he was setting between you. You clung to him, your hands tangling in his hair, your bodies moving in perfect unison.

Moans escaped your lips, matching the ones that Jaemin was making. His breath was hot against your skin, and the scent of him enveloped you.

Jaemin's pace increased, and so did the intensity of your pleasure. Your body arched, meeting his every thrust, and you could feel yourself nearing the edge.

His eyes never left yours, and his voice broke through the haze. "Princess, are you close?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

You nodded, your breath coming out in short, sharp pants. "Yeah, I'm so close, Jaemin."

He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder. The room was alive with the sound of your moans, his grunts, and the slick sounds of skin on skin.

Your body seemed to have a mind of its own, arching up to meet his every thrust. You could feel the building sensation taking over your whole being.

Suddenly, you were there, on the edge of an orgasm. Your body seemed to freeze for a moment, every muscle tense, as you hovered on the edge. Then, with a sharp cry, you fell over, waves of pure pleasure washing over you. Your body shook with the intensity of the pleasure, your eyes rolling back for a moment as your orgasm took hold.

Jaemin's expression softened as he watched you climax, his own body trembling as he continued to move within you, matching the rhythm of your contractions. Your release seemed to ignite something in him, and he quickened his pace, his hips moving with a newfound intensity. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he continued to thrust.

"Jaemin, I can't take much more," you gasped, your voice barely audible over the cries of pleasure that filled the room.

He didn't miss a beat. He leaned down, his lips finding yours in a intense kiss, his tongue delving deep. The sensation of his tongue in your mouth seemed to heighten your senses, sending you even further over the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Jaemin's body stiffened, and you felt the first spasms of his release. He let out a deep moan as his body shuddering as he filled you completely.

As your body relaxed, he pulled you into a tight embrace, your sweaty bodies pressing against one another.

His lips found your forehead, your cheek, and then your mouth once more. "I love you," he whispered, his own breath coming out in short, sharp bursts.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart still pounding with the intensity of the pleasure you had just experienced.

Jaemin's eyes met yours, and you knew that this moment, right here, he was your future.

“So about that baby?”

You lifted your head to meet Jaemin's gaze, a playful smirk spreading across your lips as you spoke “Not for a while, and I expect a ring first!”

Jaemin laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth. "You have a deal," he promised.

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[factual-fantasy]

26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

[thickenmyblood]

maca this chapter was insane i was kicking my feet the entire hour I took to read it!!

but can I just say as much as I was team damen in the beginning cause I didn’t fw laurent’s whole approach to the breakup…..I don’t get why damen was so upset with laurent abt the needing a lawyer reveal when he immediately recognised that it was obvious that laurent continued to stay with him because he genuinely loved him.

Don’t get me wrong I definitely love that you took that approach cause your writing is so REAL and Damen recognises he’s being an idiot sometimes!!But I didn’t expect Laurent to not push back abit in some sense like he was just a traumatised kid barely a year older than nicaise is rn when they met (if i got the math right on that).

anyway I think I just wanna hear more about your thoughts on Laurent’s headspace if it’s not spoiler-y ofc. Thank you for such a brilliant chapter and happy holidays ♥️♥️

hello! i was actually talking to @savoytrufflephd about this the other day. this is terribly long but we're reaching the end of the fic and i will never get the change to speak on these things again, and so i hope this answer guides your reading experience and helps clear any doubts you might have going into the last chapter.

about damen:

during their argument, damen is gutted to find out that laurent approached him because he needed a lawyer and money, and, indeed, damen doesn't have an absolute "let's berate laurent" meltdown right then and there, but i wouldn't say he "immediately recognized" anything.

there are three main emotions at play during the reveal scene.

sadness: damen feels deeply hurt by laurent's confession.

There is nowhere to go. There is no other sound in the world but Laurent’s voice, tearing him open.

They should be doing this in the kitchen, Damen thinks. For old times’ sake. For symmetry. There must be a reason why Aimeric keeps picking kitchens as his bleeding spot.

anger and/or self-righteousness: damen makes comments to hurt laurent and express the hurt he's feeling himself and how he feels cheated and wronged.

(...) Was a live-in nanny so expensive that you had to spend the next four years forcing yourself into bed with—”

“You were nervous. Before. I remember the—was the bathroom break so you could vomit in between—”

(...) So you stayed up all night, going through that—that shit, and you had ten liters of coffee this morning so you could be brave enough to sit here and tell me that I was your pimp for a while. (...)

“I wouldn’t blame you,” Laurent says, “if you—” “Don’t play the martyr card.” “I’m so—” “Fuck you,” Damen says.

defeat: damen slowly realizing this is the worst case scenario. there can't be anything worse than this, and so it's almost a relief to hear it because he 1. didn't have to ask 2. can't imagine any other blow hitting him harder (which... i mean, he did have a heads up from nikandros). now what he wants is to understand how this happened and why.

Something is leaking out of Damen now, except it isn’t blood. He feels it by its absence, by the relief it leaves behind. This, he thinks, as he looks at Laurent. This is everything they have done to each other. There is nothing left but this: the wound, drained; the wound, re-dressed. This is what he wanted to know, what he asked for. This.

He might as well lay down on the table and pass Laurent the knife.

He wants to feel stupid and can’t, wants to lather himself up in hatred to slip away from this with ease. He can’t. He’d thought in those first months at Nikandros’s that he knew what hating Laurent was—annoyance, mostly, and contempt, slightly—but now he knows that wasn’t hate. He could never hate Laurent. Maybe he could learn, could train himself to do it, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to understand. He wants—

damen is not the best when it comes to understanding his own emotions. later on, when analyzing this argument with neo, this happens:

“I don’t know how it made me feel,” Damen says. “I was angry yesterday. At him. And I know I should be angry now, or earlier when he said—when he told me.” “But you weren’t.” “I wasn’t sad either. It was like…” “Like?” Damen smooths over the sheets beside him. The bed is cool and neatly made on that side. “Like I’d been waiting for him to say it for so long, that when he did, it wasn’t… I don’t know.”

he did feel all those emotions in the argument, but when asked to talk about them, he holds onto defeat instead of anger or sadness. i wrote him this way because i wanted a version of him that was tired of arguing with laurent, that didn't want to do that anymore, that wanted things to be fair between them. plus, i wrote very early on that he's just not very creative when it comes to (active) cruelty. it just doesn't come naturally to him.

now, about laurent:

i agree that this laurent reads very passively. he doesn't strike back, doesn't argue that he was desperate, that it wasn't his fault, etc. this is because:

he's being self-hating. this is him basically telling damen "look at what i did and hate me for it. i don't deserve the way you've always helped me, the way you're STILL helping me. i'm not a good person. i'm not who you think i am." this is why, in this fic, laurent also allows nicaise to treat him like shit. it's the reason laurent did not tell agnes about the verbal abuse he was being subjected to. he thinks he deserves it. it's the reason he tells damen having sex with maxime was a chore and still he kept doing it.

like damen, he's also tired of arguing. in fact, i would say he's MORE tired than damen. he's getting the worse of nicaise's ire and has been for months. he knows damen is upset with him bc of that 10 minute conversation he had alone with nicaise in ch18. the day before, damen looked him in the eye and told him it was all his fault, that everything wrong that happened with nicaise was on him, that he was to blame because he was too busy having fun and being stupid to take care of the one person he was supposed to look after. he's emotionally drained. he spent the entire night looking through nicaise's phone, analyzing dates and punishing himself for everything that happened. after almost 400k words of fucked up situations, he's finally reached this strange limit of "whatever, just let it end".

the self-fulfilling prophecy aspect of his relationship with damen. in a way, laurent never dared to hope what he had with damen would be forever. in fact, he believed in order to keep damen, he had to sacrifice many, many, many things and aspect of who he was and is as a person, because otherwise damen would not and could not love him. things like his mental health, his own abuse, his views on sex... but also small, stupidly vulnerable things, such as letting your partner know that you fucking douche!!!!!! letting him know you do things every other human does. laurent wanted damen to love him, but he didn't think damen ever could if he showed him all his cards and baggage and whatever you want to call it, and so he made himself palatable. and this was, ultimately, the downfall of their relationship (along with damen's obvious ignorance, emotional issues, repression, etc.)

this is all i can say on laurent's end. ch20 will give you some more details to help you look at his actions and thought process throughout the fic in a different light. i hope this answer made sense and wasn't just me babbling for seventeen thousand words.

thank you for your time!!

[spahhzy]

Breakout- N.P.R

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It's all a big misunderstanding, officer. (Inspired by the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

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Jaune was currently enjoying some leisure time with Neo while his teammates were out downtown to pick up some supplies for a mission that would seem them gone for a week.

Neo had a mischievous look in her eyes while cuddling Jaune, but before any funny business could happen...

Scroll: Breaking News from the city of Vale! The perpetrators in a recent spring of car robberies have finally been caught and are ready to confess to their crimes, but only if a news crew were present.

Jaune tilted his head, their was no perpetrators? At least not anymore. The pair of low class thieves made the dumb attempt to steal from Roman Torchwick of all people, lucky for them their still alive and breathing just... no longer in Vale as Neo sent them packing faaaaar away.

So, who in the he-

Reporter: What you are looking at is a Vale-24/7 exclusive!

Cameraman pans to Nora inside a jail cell.

Nora: Yeah, we done it!

Jaune:

Neo was on the floor in tears with silent laughter.

Nora: Word to big bird, we stole eighteen Scheexus, fifteen Jaaaaags, and a schneezirati, but Ren didn't like the upholstery so I took it back, JACK!

Ren was in the background, hitting his head agaisnt the wall.

Reporter: Do you have anything to comment young lady?

The cameraman focused on Pyrrha, who had her hands in her face before she lowered them down and cried out one name.

Pyrrha: Jaaaaaaaauneee!

Neo was still on the ground laughing as Jaune sighed and grabbed his coat before picking up his scroll and making a few calls to the actual victims of the car thiefs and proceeded his way down to the Vale police station to get his friends outta jail.

[kyraxyrespace]

Evolution of White Knight in RWBY (Volume 9)

Episode 9.1 “A Place of Particular Concern” has Weiss admitting to what happened on the bridge. She doesn’t outright say Penny was killed by Jaune. Instead, she says that Jaune helped as best he could, and that Penny sacrificed herself. This is HUGE because she’s showing no resentment for his actions, and recognizes he was put into a position that was going to have an unfavorable outcome.

Episode 9.3 “Rude, Red, Royal,” nothing officially between the two, but Jaune’s nickname of Snow Angel for Weiss becomes literal when she summons up a pair of Nevermore wings.

Episode 9.4 “A Cat Most Curious,” again nothing official, but when Weiss was complaining about why they could not have teamed up with other Ever After characters like the Lively Carpenter or the Rusted Knight, she mentions that the knight is handsome. While she is not directly referencing Jaune in this case, the running theory in the FNDM is that Jaune will fill in the role of the Rusted Knight, and so this will be an interesting take. Will she still think the Rusted Knight is handsome if he does in fact turn out to be Jaune?

Episode 9.6 “Confessions Within Cumulonimbus Clouds” Weiss joins in the group hug with Jaune. When the girls are asking him questions, Yang begins the question of “And when did you get so…” Weiss hops in close to the camera and finishes with “mature.” This causes her to heavily blush when she gets stares from her teammates, especially Yang’s. Since Jaune later confirms that he’s the Rusted Knight from Alyx’s story, Weiss was in fact indirectly referring to Jaune as handsome. After they hear Jaune’s story, Weiss is the first to apologize for the struggles he went through. When later found by the Curious Cat, Weiss (and Ruby) step forward to confront the cat, putting themselves on the front line in front of Jaune.

Episode 9.7 “The Perils of Paper Houses” has Weiss first out of the house after Jaune, and is the one asking what’s going on. When Team RWBY and Jaune are strategizing, Weiss sits down next to him. If Ruby wasn’t in her downward spiral, she would have been the one sitting next to Jaune helping to strategize, but instead Weiss takes her place next to Jaune. When Jaune returns from saddling up Juniper, he comes back in time to hear Weiss say “he’s not all there,” which upsets him. When he’s confronted by the team and his reasonings for not going to the tree or allowing the Paper Pleasers to go to the tree, it’s Weiss who is challenging him on why he cares about the village and it’s to her question that we get his response about protecting them. When the Jabberwalkers attack, Jaune and Weiss team up in the fight. Despite their earlier clash and the current fight, Jaune takes some time to thank Weiss for the assistance when she summoned her Arma Gigas to destroy one of Neo’s Jabberwalkers (and gets reminded by Yang to stay focused). When his sword is knocked away, Weiss grabs it and throws it back to him, which he then knocks into a Jabberwalker. After the dam breaks on the Paper Pleasers’ village, Weiss joins in on comforting a distraught Jaune. After Jaune unloads on Ruby, Weiss is the one that approaches him and calls his name, which snaps him out of his anger. When Jaune speaks about being alone on the bridge and being the only one, while Blake and Yang are clearly upset seeing him so upset, Weiss is the only one who was there and knows exactly what he means, and her face clearly shows it. Maybe it's a model error, but when Ruby says shut up and we get a look at the group again, Weiss’ hand is raised and poised like it was reaching out to Jaune. Was she going to comfort him? Wipe his tears away? Was something supposed to happen but Ruby cut it off?

Episode 9.8 “Tea Amidst Terrible Trouble” has very little in terms of content unless you’re squinting. Weiss is seen standing next to Jaune in several shots inside of Neo’s house, and in one shot it even looks like Jaune is stepping in front of Weiss to take a hit from the Cat. Where the squinting comes in is that when it shows the view from behind, it doesn’t reflect this at all. I don’t know if this is just overreach or positioning mistakes (normally I wouldn’t think this, but episode nine had the girls teleporting from one frame to the other, so honestly anything is possible at this point), but in one frame it looks like he's going to take a majority of the hit for Weiss (like Blake did for Yang) and the next frame he’s barely even near her. Either way, I really liked how Weiss and Jaune looked standing next to each other in this episode.

Episode 9.9 “A Tale Involving a Tree” Weiss is sitting behind Jaune on Juniper and had her arms wrapped around him. When J+WBY return to the Paper Pleaser’s village and Jaune is distressed, Weiss walks over and places a comforting hand on his back, assuring him that whatever he can’t understand can be figured out. When Jaune has an epiphany that ascension wasn’t actually that bad and he was being selfish so that he could be the hero (because he can’t let go of all the people he couldn’t save), Weiss is the one to lift his spirts, assuring him that even the best huntsmen have lost, but they were still good. Hearing this reassurance from her has Jaune tear up and is only able to say her name. Weiss then hugs him, being the one who initiates it (Blake and Yang jump in after). When the hug is broken, Weiss and Jaune still hold each other in a rather intimate manner (the only other time we’ve seen him hold her waist is when he was supporting her off the bridge). It’s only Weiss who he keeps hold of; he doesn’t try to hold Blake’s hand or put an arm around her. While I can’t definitively prove it, it looks to me that he keeps his eyes on her while ending the hug, which would parallel him being unable to take his eyes off of Weiss back in Volume 6, Episode 7 (and even there, when he was hugging Blake, he kept his arm around her shoulders and dropped connection with her after the hug). When J+WBY decide to protect Wooden!Ruby from Curious Cat, Jaune and Weiss stand next to each other. During the fight, Weiss hears Jaune cry out from a strike by Illusion!Pyrrha, almost a call back to Volume 5, Episode 11 when Jaune heard Weiss cry out in her battle with Vernal. She tries to help him by firing a fireball at Curious Cat, but it ends up striking Jaune instead and sends him over the edge of their platform. When Weiss sees this, she lets out a “No!” as he goes over the edge while on fire.

Episode 9.10 “Of Solitude and Self” has small moments because this is the big finale that needs to focus on wrapping up the volume. The most important thing is how comfortable the two are around each other. The two stand next to each other and hold hands before they step through the door. When Jaune is reverted back to his youthful age and looks, she’s the one giggling when Jaune realizes his voice went back up in octaves (everyone else is remaining smiling). Jaune follows Weiss through the portal leading to Vacuo, and the two are seen standing next to each other overlooking Shade Academy.

[set-wingedwarrior]

Fault

Mandatory Episode 8 aftermath fic, because how could I pass the chance to make my favorite girl suffer?

Jokes aside, I actually wrote this right after watching the episode, I guess I needed to process it as well. It's not very long, but I like how it turned out. I might even write a tiny sequel from Blake's pov, who knows. Enjoy!

(Shout out once again to @phoenix-fell for proofreading, you're amazing!)

AO3

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Yang’s heart stopped.

Silence filled the room as she felt her legs give in and collapse to the floor.

Oh, who’s she kidding, the whole place could have been chaos, with Neo- the Cat- whatever that was now directly talking to her, or even attacking her, and she wouldn’t feel a thing.

Ruby was gone. First Raven, then their mom, and now her sister. She just looked her in the eyes and threw her life away.

She couldn’t breathe. She tried to but her throat was clenching, the air just wasn’t filling her lungs. Her head felt light and heavy, her vision blurred as she gripped at her own heart. It wasn’t beating. It was beating too fast. She felt nauseous. She wanted to throw up. She couldn’t even let air pass through her mouth. 

…ang!

Something shook her. Or maybe it was her own body trembling, she could see her hands spasming to grip the ground. When did she lean on the ground?

Something touched her face, moved her to sit up, but she couldn’t see. All she saw was Ruby’s apathetic and yet pained face, as she drank that cursed tea and told her goodbye forever.

Why didn’t she stop her? Why didn’t she jump and throw that damn cup away? How could she just let her do something like that? She just stayed there, still, and watched. She failed her.

Yang!

It was her fault. It was all her fault. Everybody left her, whatever made her think Ruby would have been any different? She did all she could to make her happy, to always support and be by her side. Was that her mistake? Was she cursed to have everybody close to her just disappear? Should she have just stayed home instead of reaching her in Haven all those months ago?

Or what if what she did just wasn’t enough? She should have been a better sister. She shouldn’t have let the loss of her arm make her so apathetic with her, make her lose sight and strength to keep being there for her, Ruby was more important! More important than her loss, more important than her happiness-

More important than her feelings for Blake.

Was that it? Did they distract her too much? Was letting herself and the Ever After indulge in them a mistake? Would it have been better had she repressed them and spent more time with Ruby? Would it have been better if she never confessed on that bridge?

Was it all her fault?

“Yang!”

She gasped for air and Blake herself suddenly appeared in her line of vision. She had one hand on her shoulder and the other cradling her cheek, drying tears. Yang hadn’t even noticed she was crying, but now she could feel her eyes burning.

She tried to divert her eyes, but Blake guided them back to hers, familiar amber comforting her just a little bit, “Look at me and take deep breaths, like this.” Blake inhaled deeply, holding it for a second, before slowly letting the air out. Yang did her best to copy her, even if sometimes she could feel herself choking. “Yeah, like this, you’re doing great, baby.” Yang would have blushed at the pet name, were it not for the blood not flowing correctly through her body. She still found comfort in the sweet words and caresses as Blake gently brought her back to her. When her focus returned, she could see Blake saw it too. She gave her a small smile, “Welcome back.”

Yang might have been back, her breathing more regular, heartbeat more stable, but the pain didn’t subside. It was all still there.

“Ruby- she’s-” unable to contain herself - because how could you lose your sister and not lose a little bit of yourself? - Yang sobbed. 

Blake pulled her into a strong embrace, letting Yang hide her face and tears in her neck, holding her trembling body against her own. She was shaken too, little jolts of her body proving that, but she was still trying her best to support Yang, be the strong one for once. Yang let her do it, let herself fall apart, even if she didn’t deserve it. Wasn’t that why Ruby wasn’t there anymore?

“It's all my fault! I should have been a better sister, I shouldn’t hav- I’m so sorry!” Yang cried, loud, incoherent words, uncaring of where she was, of who was watching her.

“We’re going to find her, it’s going to be okay.” Blake said, gently stroking Yang’s hair

“You don’t know that!” Yang snapped, pulling away from the hug. Blake wasn’t phased though, she knew it was Yang’s pain projecting.

“Yang,” she spoke her name gently “we know there’s no death in the Ever After. And Ascension might not even work on us. Ruby’s still out there, and we’re going to find her. We will go to the tree, and get our lead- our friend back. I promise.”

Yang didn’t know if Blake wanted to convince her or herself, but it didn’t matter. Yang wanted to believe in her, in her words; what other choice did she have?

So she nodded, took one last deep breath, and picked herself up. She had a sister to save.

[theultimatefanficwriter]

A/N: So my computer has died like I mentioned, but I do have a random fic I made based off of one of the RP games my friends and I did where I was a Mastermind Makoto. So to keep you tied over until my PC is fixed, I present to you:

The Loss of Hope

“That’s correct! The Mastermind behind this killing game you’ve once again been forced into is none other than the Ultimate Hope, Makoto Naegi!” The black and white bear infamously known as Monokuma stated, laughing maniacally as he did. 

The aforementioned lucky student stared straight down at the ground, gripping the podium in front of him as tears fell from his eyes. Even when he tightly shut them, they still escaped.

“Though you already knew all that, considering that explosive confession earlier!” The bear continued, still smirking menacingly. “Though what I don’t understand is why he thought putting himself back in a situation where he had been relied on so many times, when that is what he was trying to avoid, was such a good idea! Seems kinda counterintuitive to me!”

“Shut…just shut up, Monokuma…” Makoto muttered, lightly lifting his head to glare at the animatronic. 

“Makoto…” Aoi Asahina, a good friend of Makoto’s and the only survivor from his game he had brought here, called his name sadly, gently reaching out to him. Tears formed in her eyes, despite the look of betrayal on her face. “I…I’m so…pissed at what you’ve done! But…” She shakes her head, the hand reaching out to Makoto falling slowly to her side shakily. “...but I still don’t want you to die! I didn’t want this!”

“Hina…” Makoto looked over to her, a sad smile on his face. “It’s alright. I deserve this.” He looked solemnly at a certain podium, the one that once belonged to the Ultimate Detective Shuichi Saihara, and the only one that actually understood how it felt to be relied on, and the stress it brings.

The one Makoto cared about the most, even more so than Hina. 

Instead of the detective himself standing behind the stand, however, there was only his portrait with an X through it…to signify the boy was no longer amongst the living.

Makoto grimaced in pain and looked away, a pang of guilt stabbing him in the heart. He looked towards Shuichi’s closest friend and fellow survivor, Maki Harukawa. “I…I’m so sorry, Maki. I’m so incredibly sorry!” The former Ultimate Hope cried out, the tears falling from his face at an even faster pace now. “You have no reason to forgive me, in fact I don’t expect or really want you to. What I’ve caused is unforgivable, and I regret everything I’ve done.” He lowered his head, moving his arms to hold his sides. “But…I deserve this outcome.”

Maki raised her bowed head to glower at Makoto. If looks could kill the rapidly approaching execution would be unneeded. “...Shuichi would still be alive if you didn’t make this stupid game.” She spat, the venom in her voice potent enough to kill everyone in the room. 

“I know that!” Makoto exclaimed, the regret he was feeling boiling up to a breaking point. “I…I know that…” He repeated, his voice softening and shaking slightly. “Shuichi…Shuichi didn’t deserve to die. He tried to take the burden of responsibility off my shoulders. He’s the reason I began regretting what I did.” The mastermind sadly looked around at the remaining survivors; Mahiru Kozumi and Sonia Nevermind, whom Makoto had personally helped rescue from a previous killing game in the Neo World Program. That fact caused the betrayal to sting even more, which was why both Sonia and Mahiru refused to give Makoto any mercy. 

He completely deserved this fate.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, remorse and guilt and hope and all that, yawn!” Monokuma cut in, hopping off his throne and waddling over to Makoto’s podium, grinning evilly up at him. “Whatever whatever! You can say sorry all ya want, but you set this all up, and now you gotta fall down!” As he finished his taunt, a collar shot out from the wall and wrapped around Makoto’s neck.

The fallen Ultimate Hope reached up and clutched at the metal contraption, a drop of sweat falling from his forehead as his heart pounded out of his chest in anticipation of the excruciating death that awaited him. 

“Makoto!” Hina cried out his name and ran toward him, only being stopped by Maki grabbing onto her wrist. “Makoto, no! Monokuma please, don’t kill him! Kill me instead!”

“Hina, no!” Makoto turned to look at her, straining slightly as the collar’s chain restricted his movement. “Hina, please, don’t do that. Sakura wouldn’t want you to do this.” He smiled sadly at her. “Just…protect the others, alright? Keep them safe.” 

“Makoto…” The swimmer sniffled, wiping at her eyes before nodding. “I will. I promise, Makoto.” 

The once hopeful boy closed his eyes, tilting his head as his smile widened ever so slightly. “Thank you…And tell the others-” Makoto began to be pulled away, gasping out as he was sent forcefully backwards by the chain connected to the collar. “-I’m sorry!” He quickly finished before he was dragged completely into the execution room.

Aoi trudged along through the halls of the Future Foundation Headquarters, wiping at her face as the images of Makoto’s last moments continued to plague her mind. Maki walked beside her, occasionally giving the downtrodden girl a concerned glance.

Maki obviously despised Makoto for what he had done. He had betrayed the Future Foundation, betrayed his friends, betrayed Hope. Although she could understand his reasonings of being crushed under the pressure, she could never forgive him for taking away one of the only two people Maki had left. 

However she knew Hina still cared about him; she had made that evident during the last trial. The two were close, as close as Maki had been to Shuichi. Because of that bond, Maki and the other two survivors of Makoto’s masterminded game had come to an agreement to not speak badly of the mastermind around his friend, and to keep a close eye on the Ultimate Swimming Pro.

Currently the four survivors were making their way to a meeting room to meet with the rest of Hina and Makoto’s surviving classmates to…explain what had happened. It had been about a day since they had been rescued, and they had finally been asked for an explanation. 

It didn’t take long for them to reach the correct room, and Hina reached a shaky hand to turn the doorknob and push open the door. As she and the others walked in, the others in the room quickly looked up. 

“Hina!” A familiar voice was heard before Aoi was suddenly embraced in a tight hug. The girl let out a squeal of surprise and looked up to see the relieved face of Yasuhiro Hagakure. “Oh thank Buddha, you’re alright! We were so worried!”

The tired girl gave a somber smile and hugged the older boy back. “Hey…Hiro…” She muttered, her voice nearly giving out.

The clairvoyant looked down at his friend and frowned, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart as he released the hug, leaving his hands on her shoulders and giving them a comforting squeeze. “I’m…so sorry, dude.” He said softly. “I don’t know how hard it musta been to go through another…another one. Let alone one that was made by-”

“Hiro, that’s enough.” A strict voice cut through the conversation, causing Hiro to quiet down. Aoi slowly looked over and saw Kyoko Kirigiri walking over to them. “I know you mean well, but Hina has been through a lot. We should give her a moment and let her sit down.” Hiro gave an apologetic smile and backed away from Hina towards the table that seated the rest of their friends. Kyoko looked to her friend and simply bowed her head before gesturing to the table and walking over to a seat herself.

Hina sighed and took a seat, as did her three companions. She looked across the table towards her friends, and the four of them all had the same expression on; sympathy. Even the always stoic and stern Byakuya Togami had a softer expression on his features. It made sense why. Every single one of them were aware of who had been the cause of the disappearances from the foundation. They knew who had fallen so deep in Despair that Hope was completely destroyed. They knew who had killed several more after trying so hard to help.

Their forever hopeful Makoto Naegi.

A thick silence covered the room, until finally Byakuya broke it. “Did you learn his reasonings?” He asked, his voice gentler than normal. “Did he explain why he…betrayed us?”

Hina nodded, holding her sides tightly. “Y…yeah. He did…” She whispered, looking to the other three that escaped with her. “He…he told us that…he was…tired. Tired of being Hope. Tired of helping everyone, of being relied on.” The four across from her reacted in shock as she continued. “Makoto…he was asked to help save everyone. He saved us. He saved them.” She gestured to Sonia and Mahiru. “He saved the world! He was asked over and over to help everyone, but he never had anyone who he could rely on.” Aoi looked down, tears quietly falling onto the table. “The stress of having to save literally everyone had gotten to him. It…it broke him. His Hope, the hope we thought was unbreakable…shattered.” She shut her eyes and shook slightly. “I wanted to help him. I wanted to bring him back! But…” She opened her eyes and slowly looked over to Maki, Sonia and Mahiru. “...they…they thought…”

“We were unable to get past our anger at his betrayal, and the rest of us voted for his death.” Maki finished for her, looking at the distressed swimmer girl. “Mahiru and Sonia were upset at the fact that the one who had saved them from Despair and a virtual killing game would do something like this, and I…” She took a deep breath. “I couldn’t look past that his game killed one of the two people that I survived with.”

The four Future Foundation members were silent, taking in the information they just received. After a few more moments in the quiet, Toko Fukawa spoke up. “W-w-why didn’t he ever t-tell any of us this i-if he was so overwhelmed?” The young author stuttered out.

“He didn’t think he could.” Hina explained, holding herself even tighter. “He thought because he was the one that was supposed to save everyone that he couldn’t ask anyone else for help. But…” She brought her hands to the table and clenched them into fists. “We should have checked on him! We should have known pushing all that responsibility onto him would affect him! We were supposed to be his friends! But we just let him suffer and break down!” She began to cry even faster now, angry at herself for not noticing the pain Makoto had been going through. “We’re as much to blame for this as Makoto is! If we had just been real friends, he wouldn’t have-”

“Maybe that’s true.” Kyoko cut her off, causing Aoi to look up. The detective’s face was solemn, and though she attempted to keep her emotions hidden like normal, it was clear this was taking such a toll on her not even she could hide the sadness she was feeling. “Maybe we could have been enough of an anchor for him, and maybe we should have been more wary of his feelings.” She looked at Hina in conviction. “But we are not to blame for Makoto’s actions.”

“But…no, Hina’s right!” Yasuhiro exclaimed, tears forming in his eyes. His outburst caused the others in the room to look at him. “We never asked him how he felt about being everyone’s savior. We never tried to take on any of that stuff ourselves! We just kept pushing it onto him over and over and over!” He brought his hands up to his hair and pulled at it. “Damn it, why didn’t I look into him with my crystal ball?! I should’ve checked on him more!”

“Ignoring that last ridiculous statement-” Byakuya sighed in annoyance, pushing his glasses up with a finger. “Hina, Makoto made his choice. He could have easily come to any one of us and voiced his problems, but he chose not to.” Despite his harsh words, the Togami heir’s voice had a sense of hurt and sadness behind it. “He chose to allow himself to fall to Despair.”

“He didn’t choose!” Hina snapped, standing up suddenly from her chair which caused it to squeak across the floor. “I don’t even think he ever fully fell into it! At the end, he apologized! He regretted it! His last words were for me to tell you all he was sorry!” She slapped her hands on the table, her expression now one of pure anger. “He was still fighting Despair, even until the end! It’s why I wanted to spare him!”

“He said the only reason he felt any guilt was because Shuichi died, though.” Mahiru spoke up.

“No, he didn’t.” Aoi spat, glaring at her. “He said it was because Shuichi comforted him! Because Shuichi tried to take the burden from him!” Her head shot back to the others from her class. “If all it took was one person sympathizing with him to make him regain his Hope, then all of us definitely would have been enough to keep him from losing it in the first God damn place!”

The room fell back into an uncomfortable silence.

“...Regardless…” Byakuya broke through the silence, avoiding meeting Aoi’s gaze. “Now that the 14th Division’s biggest weapon has been…terminated…new measures will have to be thought of.”

Hina narrowed her eyes at him, scowling. “Is that all you care about? That we don’t have Makoto’s Hope as a weapon anymore?! Did you not just hear what I was saying about us relying on him for shit like that?! What the hell is your problem, Byakuya?! I thought you cared about-”

The girl’s angry shouts were cut off by the room’s door being slammed open, catching everyone’s attention and causing them to spin around and look for the intruder. There, they saw a short blonde boy with a buzz cut and an eyepatch, the Ultimate Yakuza Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. Standing behind him were two others; one from his own killing game and the one who, other than Makoto, was most responsible for their survival, Hajime Hinata, and the other…

“Tell me it’s not true!” Komaru Naegi cried out desperately, tears pricking her eyes as she walked forward. “I-it can’t be true! Makoto would never do something like that!”

“Komaru…” Toko stood from her chair and hurried over to her friend, hesitating for only a moment before embracing her in a hug. “Komaru, I-I’m so sorry.”

“So…what we heard was true?” Hajime asked quietly, looking sadly from Komaru to the others. When Kyoko nodded, he grimaced and looked away.

“No. No fucking way!” Fuyuhiko exclaimed, his one visible eye wide in disbelief. “You can’t be fucking serious! There’s no way he would do that! He saved us! He helped us! He-”

“Fuyuhiko.” Sonia cut him off softly, looking up at him with sadness in her eyes. “I am sorry, but it’s the truth. Makoto…Makoto lost himself to Despair and created another killing game.”

“It was because of us!” Hina cried out, banging her fists on the table again. “We relied on him so heavily he cracked under the pressure! Just because he was the Ultimate Hope we thought he was unstoppable! We forgot he was still a person! We did this! We caused this!”

“Wh-what the fuck?” Fuyuhiko gaped at Hina in shock, taking a step back from her. “What the fuck are you talking about?! How the hell is this our fault?!”

“According to what Hina has said, Makoto was under such immense pressure of being forced to rescue several groups of people and having us all rely on him for his Hope to save the world that he…snapped.” Kyoko explained, her arms loosely crossed. “It seems like he created this game in order to prove others did not need to rely on him for survival. Apparently it was only due to the kindness of Shuichi Saihara that he began to return to himself and regain his sense of Hope.” She looked sympathetically at Maki. “However, Shuichi was one of the casualties.”

“He was killed by Teruteru.” Maki spat, refusing to look at anyone.

Hajime and Fuyuhiko’s eyes widened, before they both looked at each other sadly. “God damn it, that fucking idiot.” Fuyuhiko muttered. He looked over at Maki, who was still avoiding everyone’s gazes. “I…I’m sorry…”

Maki didn’t respond.

“He apologized.” Hina whispered, finally slowly sitting back down in her seat. “As he was being executed, he said he was sorry. He hated what he did.”

“Well, then that just makes it all fucking peachy then, huh?!” Fuyuhiko spat out. “Mikan was in there too, yeah? She went missing along with the rest of you. She ain’t here, so she died too, right? So Makoto got two of my friends killed!” He let out a quiet growl, pure hatred in his eyes. “Who the hell cares if he felt guilt in the end!?”

“Shut up! Don’t talk about him like that!” Komaru screamed, pulling away from Toko and whirling around to face Fuyuhiko. “Makoto was a good person! He cared about everyone! All he wanted was for everyone to be safe!”

“Is that his idea of safe, then?!” The Yakuza snapped back, glaring at the younger girl. “Throwing people back into a fucking killing game?! Yeah, just a Goddamn saint!”

“Just shut up already!” Komaru covered her ears and sunk to the ground, tears streaming down her face. Toko gasped and dropped to her knees, pulling her friend into a hug to console her.

Fuyuhiko watched this happen, and his features softened. “...Shit.” He cursed under his breath, remembering he had been talking to Makoto’s sister. 

Hajime sighed and placed a hand on Fuyuhiko’s shoulder, gently leading him away. “We…got the answers we were looking for. We should go.” He said quietly. “The others will be wanting to know.” The shorter of the two nodded, allowing himself to be led out of the room.

“Sonia, Mahiru, if you two would like, you can join them.” Kyoko offered. “And you can go find Himiko, Maki.” The first two nodded, following their classmates. Maki, however, hesitated. “Is she going to be alright?” The assassin asked, looking over at Komaru, who now had both Toko and Hina comforting her.

“She’s in good hands.” The detective responded. “We’ll make sure she’s alright. You can check up on her later if you’re concerned.” Maki nodded, and with one last worried look to the young girl, left to find her last remaining friend.

Things were never quite the same at the Future Foundation, or in the world, really. Though they tried to keep the news of exactly what had transpired hidden, it was only a matter of time until the news of Makoto’s descent into Despair became public knowledge. 

The aftermath wasn’t pretty.

The idea that even the one known as the Ultimate Hope could be tainted and broken down by Despair nearly caused a second Tragedy. It was only by the combined efforts of everyone in the Future Foundation-those rescued from the Neo World and the Academy for Gifted Juveniles included-that they managed to keep some semblance of order.

Maki and Himiko had had the least interaction with Makoto, but that didn’t mean this betrayal meant nothing. Knowing what good he had done for the world, and even more so, that his game was what took Shuichi from them both, they were filled with a sense of anger and sadness.

Neither could forgive him, and neither could forget Shuichi.

The remainder of the 77th Class all took the news in their own ways. Some, such as Hiyoko, Peko and Kazuichi, felt similarly to Fuyuhiko, becoming angry and feeling as if Makoto’s fate was justified. Others, like the Ultimate Imposter and Ibuki, sided more with Aoi, believing that Makoto just needed help and support, even if his actions were despicable. They all agreed, however, that they would still try to move on in the name of Hope.

Someone had to now, after all.

The survivors of Class 78 were devastated. No matter how much time passed, it was obvious the hole left behind by Makoto would never fill. He was more than just the Hope the world needed. He was their friend. And Hina’s words had reached all of them; maybe they could have been better friends to him. Maybe they could have shouldered his burden. The guilt of possibly being the cause of Makoto’s betrayal affected them all, though some showed it more than others. 

However they felt, all five of them missed him dearly.

Komaru took the event the hardest, as to be expected. She holed herself up in the room provided to her by the Future Foundation, refusing to come out for anything less than eating. The only one who could get her to speak was Toko, and even then it was only a few words at a time. The poor girl couldn’t believe her kind older brother would ever willingly put people, including those he had saved and those he cared about, back into something so traumatizing and horrific as a killing game. She wished she had noticed how he had been feeling. She wished she had checked up on him more.

She wished she had been a better sister.

In the end, Makoto's betrayal was not only a great loss to his friends and family, and to the ones he had saved. 

But it was also the loss of hope.

[shortkingvi]

bold of you to assume i can string together any form of coherent thought but here are some of them:

the two moments that this volume brought me to actual tears were the bees sunset bridge love confession or we'll die moment, and ruby saying goodbye to Somewhat and telling them that she was glad they met - like the whole volume had some very good heartfelt tender moments and all of them hit for me but these two moments hit me the hardest

i am manifesting a confrontation between ruby and raven (or yang and raven if/when ruby tells her about the full vision) next volume a la "SO YOU TWO WERE TOGETHER OR WHAT?? WHERE DID YOU GO WITH HER THAT NIGHT ON YOUR LATE NIGHT RENDEZVOUS? WHAT HAPPENED?????" and raven being like "secret gf mission stuff, dw about it"

one of the main themes of the volume being like.... acceptance? accepting that sometimes you fail, accepting your losses, accepting that you're enough as you are, accepting love and help from your loved ones, accepting those you love as they are, accepting that shit is fucked up but with the power of love and friendship etc etc

wish we had one last penny/ruby with penny's floating array sword like in that scene where ruby chose herself

how no one like... held it against ruby when she was Going Through It - they were just like :/ waiting for her to sort through it while being supportive

IDK WHAT KINDA SELF NEO WILL CHOOSE BUT I HOPE SHE'S HAPPY AND THAT MY BABY GIRL COMES BACK NEXT VOLUME

me forcing kathy to write this:

but GOD yes all of this but particularly truly truly truly i want so much catharsis for neo because if the theme of this volume was change and acceptance then that motif is wholly tied into the ever after and what it can do for you and like….. neo is just a step behind jrwby re: realizing that so i hope we get some more from her

[daniels-rwby-blog]

rwby v9 c9 review

Episode 9 a tale involving a treeAlright who's ready for this!

(Not me)

Intro as good as ever, so much meaning we missed in ep1

A door opened you say?

An exerpt from the Fairy TALES WITH SUMMER!WHAT!!!!

BABY YANG AND RUBY!!!!YOOOOO!Anyhow now to team JWBYYou did a lot wrong jauneWhat the hell?A crystal paper pleaser?Eh oh jaune is puzzled

Water works guys, it's adorable

BLAKES EAR!!

oh her animation is sooo good this volume

That emotion oh yes, amazing.

And jaunes realizing his mistakes

And as usual Wiess is rightAnd that far shit was nice.

GROUP HUG!!!(I see you white knight)

And the key is unlocked

Teleportation is voice activated

That sun that color, ITS GORGEOUS

The sun omg , yang's hair it's YELLOW

my god it's volume 1 again.

Accept, yeah that's the message of this volume isn't it?

And to the rubes we go.

Surprise it's the blacksmith.

Some intriguing dialogue.

And Lindsay did so well her, that subtle "am i?"

And the hammering continues outside.

And Curious Neo!

The sarcasm the sass, it's beautiful

Best girl is still her in spirit i suppose?

That pose tho it's hilarious

And sassy wiess yay!

Her hair is amazing btw Neos model is great

Alyxs is not the bad guy bingo card!

The hands the face, it's terrifying and amazing.

This fight is gonna be awesome

So the blacksmith is the tree (someone called it)

The combos, yang's anger so focused on helping Ruby.And ruby's confession, the tears, the eyes.And weapons to choose ruby's fate, fitting.

And they have more white rose moments

And the cat can fight my God.

And the snap cuts into her speech, nice.

"Mom" that's emotional.

The credits song is awesome Casey still killing it.

And that summer art, wow!

So we've finally seen summer in "full" i was kind of right, really wanted ruby out of the tree by now but this is fine I guess.

So summers axe is drawing her daughter, i think we can say ruby will become summer, or at least very much like her, enough for tai and wrote to double take (and raven i guess). Why else would she have a full Maya model? Now this could be temporary, or perhaps we have a dream sequence with summer and ruby talking and summer tells her all about how she heard her at the grave this whole time, but yeah we gonna see that full model one way or another.

And yes the blacksmith is alyx, it just is.

The idea of ruby and summer being the same person i disregard on first viewing i disagree with that far, but it's a possibility I'll admit, a wierd one tho in terms of imprecations. I think it's a metaphor if a full circle not an actual circular family tree.Alright imma break this down, expect theory's later this week, see ya - D

Best Girl Pics for happiness to forget we ain't out the woods yet

[rolandrockover]

Right the Psyche

Have I actually ever written anything about mid-sections in Kiss' songs before? Sure. But it I guess doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, as long as something comes out of it.

And because I always have to make comparisons, the first two songs that came to my mind on this subject are Psycho Circus and its counterpart Right Here, Right Now.

It's debatable when exactly Kiss started to incorporate something like an extended mid-section part into their songs, whether it was on their debut with Black Diamond (1) or not before The Elder, where it's literally teeming with them (2), I'm reluctant to tear my hair out over this question.

Psycho Circus' mid-section forms a song-complementary momentum, which remains true to its circus theatrics, and consciously uses the opportunity to open the curtain behind the scenery and allow a supposed look inside, ultimately and faithfully to the main theme, of course, only to reveal all the more magic, epic depth and perhaps even a little piece of infinity. Needless to say, Paul the ringmaster reveals himself for a few moments as Paul the magician, and all in all, impressions are awakening on many levels that we are only at the beginning of a long journey. Not bad for a band with 25 years under their belt, but considering that this was only the halfway point, I guess you can accept that.

Right Here, Right Now offers us in addition a wonderful contrast program that seems almost all too suitable. But that's not meant to be criticism in any form, because Right Here, Right Now, and I mean its mid-section, does pretty much everything right. If I want to look at it as a more or less neo-klassikal element of Kiss' song structure, which, for a change, does not behave as a rip-off, but rather as an opportunity for mature self-reference, without following the usual patterns. Sublimity and dignity are the first words that came to mind, and therefore also inseparable self-confession.

On Monster they somehow manage to pull off this trick several times, something Sonic Boom for example never manages to do, which is not to diminish my love for it. It's just that little goosebump moment in the mid-section of Right Here, Right Now that conveys such finality, as if it were the very last written and performed song of a band just moments before their consciously recognized, inevitable end. Aware of all their highs and lows, glories and disgraces, and with the heads held high. Face to face with fate.

It's hard to imagine what the result would have been if they had continued drilling in that direction, but unfortunately that was as far as it went.

If I used emojis you could see a very sad one at this point.

Side Note:

(1) One could also claim that half of its studio version consists of this.

(2) On Revenge as well, by the way.

To get to the Alpha and Omega please press the highlighted links:

Psycho Circus (1998)

Right Here, Right Now (2012)

[yatgb]

tagged by da bestie @theghostofashton thank u muah muah <3

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Are yall ready 4 a lot of splatoon LMFAO

How Did We Get Here? (Splatoon)

Neither Three nor Eight knew how it happened, but it happened to both of them at the same time.

That little critical moment of staring into each other's eyes, seeing a confession but hearing nothing but ink rushing in their ears. The heavy heartbeats, the stammered words… a confession.

And then Three was standing outside Callie and Marie's shared apartment before they could even register what they had just done.

The Epic Highs And Lows Of Fighting For Your Life (Splatoon)

Neo had an okay life. It was a far stretch from perfect, and he'd never call it comfortable, but it was better than what some people had.

Life in Splats Valley was never comfortable, but you could have a tent, a campfire, a Stringer, and enough scrap to turn in so you could eat for the night. If you were really lucky, you'd have a friend or two to scavenge with.

Neo was alone, but he was fine with that. His tent only suited one anyway, and the five logs around his campfire were for retaining heat more than anything. His Stringer served him better than anyone else he bumped into. At least his Stringer didn't tell him to go back to the canyon he crawled out of, or hike up the meal prices whenever he was–

"Next in line!"

Is It A Double Date If It's At Your House? (Splatoon)

It was nearing 6 PM by now, and the smell of popcorn wafted through the apartment. Three had been busying themself with setting up bowls of snacks while Eight got the living room tidy. Afternoon sun shone on the buildings outside their windows, sending calm orange into the living room. The overhead light was turned off in favor of the large bendy lamp that sat next to the TV, and the only other light source came from the white LEDs by the bar, to light up the kitchen. Eight had finished vacuuming, and was now just chatting away with Pearl on her laptop to pass the time while— "This way!" A popcorn kernel clocked Eight in the back of the head. "Ow!" Eight jerked in her seat, whirling around to see Three with a cheeky smirk, leaned over the counter in the kitchen. "Three! What was that for?"

Three laughed and waved their arm to say come here! I've been trying to get your attention!

Thank You For Shopping At MakoMart (Splatoon)

Hello! Welcome to MakoMart!" An Inkling by the door greeted. "Hi!" Eight cheered back with a grin. Three just hummed and nodded as they pushed on with their cart. Even with an eyepatch and facemask covering most of their face, Eight could see the exhaustion in their remaining eye. She knew the time limit of thirty minutes was just so Three didn't lose their mind in the bright noisy supermarket.

warm like the riverside (Splatoon)

"Ouch..." Eight paused her fingers over the muddied skin on Three's neck. "I know it's hurting," she mumbled, "but it shouldn't get… infected." That was the word, right? Right. Three's affected eye squinted at her, their mouth quirked in thought. Then, they just snuffed out another, "Ouch." Eight knew that meant it still hurts, and I'm still going to complain. They didn't seem to like the bright overhead light, either, but it was just so Eight could see what she was doing.

arms tonite (Splatoon)

Plummeting. Falling. Spinning around in the air with nothing to catch her. In her arms, clutched to her chest with all the force she can muster, is a limp body with no hope of waking up. Through the tears, she watches their deaths come closer and closer. A churning lethal mix of red ocean water and black ink (or is it black water and red ink? It's hard to tell). There is no land in sight. She knows she's going to die. She knows there is no hope. She knows the girl in her arms will never wake up again, and the very thought of that last notion is what draws her final noise out of her throat; a broken sob, as she hugs the girl's head tighter to her chest.

Nightwalks (Canterwood Crest)

"I hope you know I hate everything about this.” Heather regarded Sasha with a cocked eyebrow she could hardly see. "Then why'd you come along?" Heather's arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her scowl as dark as the new moon above her and Sasha as they trekked through one of the school's many riding trails. A warm Autumnal breeze swept through the rustling trees, and the 63 degree weather tonight only called for a light jacket, but the temperature was the least of both of their concerns. Sasha scoffed, crossing her own arms. "Well, it's not like I could ignore you dragging me out of my dorm by the wrist."

white noise (CrownARG)

Stop moving, dammit. He stared at his trembling fingers laying flat on the countertop. Stop. Moving. No matter how many times he willed them to stop, his fingers shook. It was a tremor he'd noticed ever since he caught a moment to breathe, and one he couldn't stop noticing. Even when he clenched his hands into fists, even when he'd flap his arms and shake his wrists until they were sore, even when he had a million other things to focus on.

lips speak louder (better back together) (EmpiresSMP)

Something woke Katherine up, a touch. A gentle stroking of her cheek, the feeling of her head against something soft– definitely not the brittle Netherrack she collapsed upon. She woke up, but didn't open her eyes. She couldn''t find the strength to, between her parched throat and aching muscles. And then, at her lips, a cool running sensation dribbling down her chin and neck. Water? She dumbly thought. But I'm in the Nether. There's no water here. Am I—? She sucked in a breath too quickly, and paid the price with a coughing fit as water flew from her mouth. She shot up with a jolt, coughing and holding her throat as she worked herself into a sitting position.

drag me (outta my room) (EmpiresSMP)

Warm mornings were the most common for Joel. He doesn't mind being warm– in fact, he wouldn't rather be anything else. Sure, they'd have to kick off the blankets for it to be bearable, and wear only the thinnest of T-shirts and gym shorts, but in Joel's eyes those are the best pajamas.

Im bad at tagging ppl so ujjjhhhhh whoever wants 2 do this <3<3

[heavensenthale]

NO ONE TALK TO ME UNLESS IT’S ABOUT 3 WILL BE FREE

[nowdoyoungknows]

Baby Bunbun's Late night talk with Papa Bunny

Pairing/s: idol!doyoung x fem!reader

Genre/warning/s: fluff, slight angst, temporary long distance relationship, dad!doyoung, secret dad doyoung (public doesn't know he is already a father lol), slight mention of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol and food, cringe alert

Summary: Doyoung is on tour with NCT 127, specifically in Japan. Despite hectic schedule, he promised to have a video chat with you and your precious toddler.

Note: This was inspired by Doyoung's baby picture that he posted on Children's day. He looks so adorable and his smile is so cute. I want to pinch his cheeks. Omg Also wrote this because of nct's ongoing neo city: the link. I hope you enjoy this. I apologize for the grammatical error. The last time I write a fanfic was back in 2017 lol. Lastly, DON'T TAKE THIS PLOT TOO SERIOUSLY. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Unedited.

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After a tiring but amazing and full of excitement day, the first day of NCT 127's concert has finished. It went by smoothly and perfectly. The fans were delighted with the outstanding and powerful performances of each members. Doyoung himself was fully satisfied of what he had showcased in front of the audience. He is an amazing singer, no doubt to that but he did even better than the previous concert. Everyone was moved to tears in his solo song.

9 pm when the members called it a day and decided to retreat to their respective hotel rooms to take a rest. After concert, they went to a sushi house near their hotel in tokyo to eat their tiredness away and celebrate by drinking maybe a little alcohol.

Doyoung isn't drunk at all thanks to his high alchohol tolerance. He is able to shower, do his skincare routine and the most important thing, to call his precious love back home in Korea. Pressing the call in your name, he waited shortly before you answered it immediately. 'She really waited for me.' He thought with a stupid smile printed on his face.

Tiredness is evident in Doyoung's face but faded as he sees your beautiful face when your videocall starts.

"Hello Hon~!" You greet him in joyful way.

Doyoung's heart skipped a beat seeing your face. That's how in love he is to you. Like him, you are also bed ready as he noticed that you are wearing your sleep pajamas and you are laying on your shared bed at home. He didn't notice how long he was admiring your face when you spoke again.

"Is there something wrong? You're spacing out? Are you tired? You can end the call if—"

Hearing how worried you are, he immediately cut you off by assuring you with a smile. "No hon, I'm perfectly fine. Just admiring you. Missed you so much. Only been in Japan for 2 weeks but I already miss you." He admitted. "Besides I promised that I will call you when I came back from the concert."

Your cheeks warmed up, cheeks flushed at Doyoung's sudden confession. You missed him too, so much. You changed your position and laid sideways from your previous where you were lying at your back. "How's the concert?" You asked him.

Doyoung told you everything from the rehearsal to what they eat after. He told you they drank some beer after which you warned him not to drink too much but eat healthy food and drink milk which earned a chuckle from him because of how adorable you look like when nagging him. NCT's resident nagger was being nagged by his girlfriend.

Both your eyes looked tired and dreamy but your desire to keep up with each other is enough motivation to wake yourselves up. You two are in the middle of talking about random stuff and other things when you stopped listening to your boyfriend for a while to look out for something — someone to be specific, whispering 'be careful' as you slightly raised your body just in case something bad happened. You sighed in relief when nothing happened and no one's hurt. You smiled warmly and tapped the empty space in front of you.

Doyoung's heart pounded loudly as the mattress rises, shuffling noise of the blanket and a familiar giggle was heard. "Hi appa~" The boy, his son, greeted him cheerfully and full of energy then flashed his gummy smile, duplicated from his signature gummy smile but lesser teeth as the boy only has few of them.

"Hi babyyyy!" Doyoung felt re-energized. Seeing his son's adorable face and cute gestures made him want to pack his things and fly to korea at the same moment. He felt sorry for not being there for him because of work which you fully understand and support.

"He climbed to our bed on his own." You reported your son's new achievement. The bed is not that high to climb for a toddler but it is a big deal for a child who is in the stage of learning. Doyoung is proud of course but at the same time, wished he was there to witness it himself, personally.

"Wow, our little prince is so strong. Good job." He complimented him with a proud grin. Your son didn't understand what his father is telling him but he knows it made him happy so the baby gave him a bigger smile. "But baby, you should be sleeping at this hour." Doyoung turned to his protective father mode. It's 10:30 in the evening yet his son is still awake.

"Well... you promised earlier this morning that you will call us after work. I swear I already told him all the excuses why he should sleep already and not wait for you but you know... he is quite stubborn when he wants to do something." You explained. "He misses you so much."

Your words earned a pang in his heart. He dearly feels bad for you especially his son. He wants to be there for him, if only he is allowed to bring him to his work. Sensing that Doyoung is down for not being present physically, you tried to cheer him up. "Hey. Don't worry, hon. We understand. We support you. Don't ever think about giving up your career because of us."

This is not the first time Doyoung brought up that issue of giving up his idol career just to be full-time with your little family and of course marry you. However, you refused several times. You know how much he loves his craft even before he met you and you can't afford to see him give that up just for you. You don't hold it against that and supported everything he does, watching his performances, musical and drama, even teasing him with his kissing scenes. Someday, you will figure things out.

"Always remember, we are always here for you. Do not worry." You assured him sincerely.

Doyoung got emotional. "What did I do to deserve the two of you. I love you so much." Doyoung replied.

"Well, you deserve all the love because you are an amazing man." You smiled at him. Doyoung really looked shy and cute whenever you compliment him and kind of boost his pride. You want to pepper him with kisses.

You gave the father-son moment for a minute. Listening to your son tell random stories to his father to the best he can. It's unclear and honestly doesn't make sense at all in an adult's perspective but your child is enthusiastic and talkative, he is learning as you noticed he adapted some new words. Doyoung replies to his stories as if he fully understands it, trying to have a conversation with his son while you just laugh and scream internally because your boyfriend and son is the duo everyone should see because of how entertaining they look. They actually deserve to appear in a show but their situation is different.

The conversation between your boys ended and Doyoung decided that the precious child should sleep now so he sang him a lullaby, a children's song but the baby shook his head. Doyoung frowned. "Why baby? You don't want appa to sing to you anymore?" He asked.

Your son look at you hoping you will explain it better to his father as he doesn't know how and you get his message. You chuckled a bit and spoke. "Hon. He doesn't want nursery rhymes." You explained as he listens. "He watched you sing your solo song in the concert from a fancam and he likes it so much. I use that to put him to sleep." It earned an inaudible "ohh" from Doyoung.

Doyoung was touched how his song not only touches the fans' heart, not only you but his beloved son as well. He doesn't understand any single words from the lyrics but maybe he felt the emotion plus it was sung by his father, the soothing voice your son loves the most. For his son, exclusively for him, he sang his piece "The Reason Why It's Favorite."

Singing it to him while in his hotel room, lying down made him realize how his son was robbed of the moment of seeing it being performed while his father is on stage. The boy is still too young to attend the concert and lastly, the public doesn't know he already had a child of his own. Surely, the fans know that he is in a relationship to a non-celebrity, they are fully aware of his relationship with you but they have no idea that he got his girlfriend pregnant. The reactions are divided the moment the dating news sparked. Seeing you being harassed by some of the so-called fans already made him guilty, how much more if they knew about his child. Doyoung can't afford to see the child being hated. His son is the most precious child in the world and he doesn't deserve the hate that he might receive from the heartless people who refuse to understand other people's feelings. That is why he come to a decision to conceal his son's existence.

I love you, I love you

Maybe you won't be sad anymore

I love you, I lovе you

Always be my favorite

As he finished his son, that's the time he heard his son softly snoring, eyes shut, sleeping peacefully, drifting to his dreamland. The little prince looks so innocent and quiet as if he is not the most talkative kid in the world.

"He is sleeping already, maybe you should be too." You said in your most quiet yet audible tone. Doyoung nodded. "Good night Hon. Kiss our prince for me." He asked which you complied by planting two loving kiss in your son's chubby cheeks but careful enough not to interrupt his deep sleep.

"I love you y/n." He confessed like it was the first time he tells you that.

"I love you too, Doyoung." You replied before Doyoung ended the call.

[bemylord]

ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].

↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.

↳ part one;

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.

'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.

yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.

'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'

'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'

instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.

'y/n, i love you.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.

he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.

'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'

bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.

'i-i would like..'

'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'

he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.

'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'

you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.

'i will make it up to you, i will change.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.

'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'

perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.

'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'

'to marry that?'

he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.

'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'

his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.

'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'

'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.

'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'

'home, toji, home!'

'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]

i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.

you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.

'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?

'whatever i'm leaving.'

'where do ya goinnng~~'

'home.'

'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'

'we live in the same house.'

'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'

i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?

'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'

'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'

you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.

'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'

he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'

'we'll get arrested.'

'you can run, y/n.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.

'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.

he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.

'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'

'not before you tell me about yours.'

you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.

'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'

he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.

you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.

'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'

'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.

'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'

'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'

sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.

'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'

from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.

'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'

someone is jealous..

however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...

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[dribs-and-drabbles]

Perfection = The Eclipse ep 6

It was incredible. I'm in tears after that (it might be the alcohol talking but whatever). That kiss was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

We had Akk and Ayan communicating. And flirting. But more importantly connecting. We had support and direct questions and 'it's okay to be weak'.

We had AJ in a scene all of his own. We had a glimpse of what another show with AJ and Ployphach as leads could be.

We had Kan and Thua together...with Kan accidentally sort of kind of confessing to Thua. We found out that the fight scene from the trailer happened before Kan became prefect. We had Neo in a sleeveless top (petition to have more occasions of this please).

We had the World Remembers group out and happy with their boyfriends.

We had the reveal of Akk being the person behind the curse. We had weird cult rituals and suspicious intentions by teacher Chadok. We had teacher Sani in more realistic sensible heels (rather than those stilettos that no teacher could actually spend all day standing in).

We had the "More than friends, less than lovers" connection to Vice Versa. We had the same location outside Kan's house as in Enchante outside Theo's house when Akk pulls him down from the gate (maybe I only care about recognising locations!). We had the Pat-ification of Ayan stealing Akk's meatball. We had the scare jump from a cat reminiscent of Bad Buddy (seriously, how do these animals get in everywhere? I never come across a cat indoors...).

We had all those goddamn lingering looks between Akk and Ayan...and also between Thua and Kan. And we got the promise of Thua and Kan getting closer in the preview next week's ep, and potentially the kiss scene with Akk and Ayan from the end of the trailer...I am satiated. The skies cleared. Wars ended. Cats rolled over to have their bellies rubbed. There is something magical about this show.

[nymp21]

I'll always find you

Summary : Blake wakes up in a strange area after falling from the world. But she has only one thing in mind : finding Yang. If she is alive, the blond is too !

Content : Love confession - Some Angst - Kiss

Warning : English is not my langage, please be kind.

If there any mistake please tell me I will correct it.

And If you got any other request for fanfic with Yang and Blake or other RWBY character let me know 🥰.

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The sound of the sea, the smell of some flowers and the disgusting taste of sand, that what brought Blake to consciousness. Well... didn't she has to be dead ? She wouldn’t sense anything if she was, right ? With pain she lifted up herself on her knees, unable to move more at this point. Yeah, she was alive. The cries of her muscles told her she was still in the livin' world. The come back to reality was rough and slow. But there's a thought that came to her immediatly as soon as she realised everything.

Yang

The Faunus remembered : the attack Neo shot on Ruby, Yang jumping to protect her sister, then the fall, the terrible fall, Weiss's arms trying to hold her, as Blake tried to jump to catch up her partner. The rage consumming her, tears falling on her cheeks, the feeling of pain. Only pain and rage. She became another person. Ruby falling too, she refused, no, not again, not yang's sister, her beloved one wouldn't forgive her. and she also fell, into chaos.

She suddenly opened her eyes, the pain forgotten, replaced by something deeper, something stronger : hope and something more. Something she hadn't dared to confess sooner. Oh what a mistake it was ! But that wasn't the time. If she was here, Yang probably was too.

Maybe, maybe she is alive.

With all the strenghts her feelings for the blond gave her, Blake rose. Yeah, she knew at this point, she loved her. Of course she loved her ! How couldn't it be ! For the moment she saw Yang fall, regrets came to her as a wave, why hadn't she told her partner how she felt, how she wanted nobody else in her heart, how she was deeply, madly in love with her.

But now, now it had changed, Yang was alive, deeply in her heart, in her soul, the faunus knew she was here somewhere, maybe alone, and lonely. She needed to find her, or die trying.

How long she walked in this unknown world, how long she lost herself materially and in her mind, Blake had no idea. She only got one thought that kept her from becoming crazy : finding Yang. The world which was surrounding her was beautifully dangerous, she knew in her guts. But the black haired woman didn't care. She only repeated one word in her mind : Yang, Yang, Yang, Yang. How long it lasted ? hours ? Days ? The sun didn't move an inch, as if everything was frozen there. For normal people, this world would be scary, but for Blake, this was just a detail, nothing could stop her from her quest.

Her senses were in alert. Her earing was most developped than any other humain, of course since she was a faunus and a cat. That’s why she heard it : a breathing, and then a groan of pain somewhere behind bushes. Her heartbeat stopped for a second... did... had she found her ? She pushed away the little tree and pasted it.

That's when she saw Her : Yang walking on a path a hand on her side. Blake paused, not believing her own eyes.

"Yang..." she whispered.

The blond didn't hear.

Blake seemed to recover her voice and came back from the shock.

"Yang !" she screamed as she ran to her.

The human turned herself at her direction and then opened her eyes in disbielief.

"Blake ? What... ?"

But she didn't have time to end her sentence, the brunette was on her, making the two fell on the floor and then, without any warning, she kissed her. She kissed her as her life depended on that kiss. And, in that kiss were all the love a soul can provide and feel, all the desire, the feelings, the pain, the joy, the laugh, the purity that were between them. Yang was suprised, of course, but she lost herself in that kiss, putting her hand on Blake's neck and tasted her lips with passion, love and hope. Then they separated, not by choice, but because they couln't breath anymore.

"I thought you were dead !" Said the faunus, tears in her eyes, not letting Yang speak. "I... I saw you fall, and then I thought i would not be able to see you again ! My heart broke, I couldn't bare it ! You were dead and you weren't here anymore, and I was dying, dying because i couldn't tell you how much you mean to me, how much i want to be with you, how much my soul and heart crave for yours, how much i love you."

She burried her face in Yang’s neck, smelling her perfume. She felt Yang's hand on her head.

"Shhh, Blake, i'm here... i don't know where, but i'm here. I'm with you. I thought i was dead too to be honest. But then i felt the pain of the injury Neo did to me" Blake started to rebound, but Yang appeased her " nothing serious don't worry, just a simple soreness, or maybe some sprained rib, my aura protected me enough i think. Then i ended up here. And I missed you, I missed you so much Blake. I... love you. I loved you for a long time. Maybe before I realize my feelings for you. But now we're here together, and i promise you I'll never leave you again."

Blake watched her with pure love in her eyes. Then she saw Yang wince in pain.

"Oh my god... did i hurt you ?"

"Yeah a little bit, but that's okay, you’ve already kissed it better." The blond said with a smirk. Blake poked her with amusement in her eyes. Then she kissed her again, with tenderness this time.

"We should probably get the others." Said the brunette.

"What ? You mean Ruby and Weiss are here too !"

"Yeah. I'll explain to you on our way."

"And i thought i was damned to be here forever."

Blake smiled : "I will always find you."