Death Won't Do Us Part (RWBY x malereader, Ruby x malereader.)

The Wingman.

alright, listen up.

from here on out i quite literally can not watch any RWBY episode, so it's based off memory. (unless volume 4 is still up on youtube)

IF you know of a FREE way for me to watch them, PLEASE comment it here. 

EDIT: this is after i finished the chapter. i have found a youtube playlist with volume 2 in full, it just has spanish subs.

i am searching for ways to find said episodes to refresh my knowledge though.

without further ado....

enjoy.

You stood in the same room with Jaune.

he was sat down on his bed, resting his arm on his knee.

"do you have any idea what i should do?" he asked.

he looked up at you, noticing you right in a notebook.

"you went with Pyrrha to the dance, right?"

"yes."

"and you danced with her, yes?"

he nodded.

"actually, didn't you wear a dress? why was that?"

"can we please focus on the topic at hand."

"right, so what's the problem?"

he looked at you for a moment before hitting himself.

"right, i didn't tell you."

he coughed into his hand, making sure noone was in the room.

"thanks to you, i've realized something."

you looked down at him, wondering what it exactly was.

"i am in love with Pyrrha."

you stood there.

you blinked.

not once.

not twice.

and certainly more than thrice.

he watched as your tail then suddenly shot up, and began swaying from side to side in glee.

you threw your arm into the air and celebrated.

"ABOUT TIME! so what do you need help with!?" you excitedly scribbled.

"i need help on confessing."

if you haD a voice box you would literally be squealing.

you placed a hand on his head and messed up his hair, clearly super duper proud of Jaune.

"can you not?" he asked with a smile.

you emit a deep breathe to calm yourself.

"alright. you want to confess. why can't you just say it?"

"what do you mean?"

"why don't you just go up and tell her? or is it nerves?"

"i don't know." he spoke, rubbing his nape. "i just feel like Pyrrha doesn't deserve a half-assed confession."

this once, you'll allow the swear.

"so you want to make it romantic?"

"yeah."

"why not do it in the cliché way? invite her out to dinner."

he placed a hand to her chin, clearly debating it.