Yang POV
Yang: "(y/n), please, stop!"
(y/n): "I think it's too late for that now YANG!"
DJ: "EVERYBODY FUCKING JUMP!!!"
Yang: "SHUT UP! NOT HELPING RIGHT NOW!!!"
Before I could even reach for him, it was too late; he took his 17th shot for the night as he's still on the journey of getting completely wasted.
Right now, (y/n) and I are in Junior's bar. As usual it was having a huge party with the DJ having some sort of bear helmet.
(y/n): "YANG!!! I'm starting to see yellow pikachus!"
Yang: "PIKACHUS ARE YELLOW!"
The loud booming of music made us scream louder and louder all the more just so that we could hear each other.
(y/n): "THEN THAT'S GOOD!!"
Yang: "CONSIDERING THEY'RE IMAGINARY, IT'S NOT!"
(y/n): "NO THEY'RE NOT IMAGINARY! THEY'RE PIKACHUS!!!"
Yang: "Yeah... I'm calling Blake now"
I tell myself before taking out my scroll for an SOS message. When (y/n) saw this however, he immediately tried snatching my phone away as if he knew I was trying to call for help. And no drunk person ever wants help...
Yang: "BLAKE! QUICK! AH! I NEED HELP! (Y/N)! HE'S-"
(y/n): "NOPE!"
(y/n) snatched away my scroll, throwing it to the air only to freeze as it falls to the ground.
(y/n): "DON'T CALL THEM!"
Yang: "(y/n)! You're horribly drunk! You could barely look straight at me!"
(y/n): "PFT! I'm not drunk!"
Yang: "Oh really? Tell the time..."
(y/n): "FINE!"
He took out his watch...
And suddenly started screaming at it.
(y/n): "I'M NOT DRUNK!!!"
Yang: "...This is going to be hard..."
Before things could escalate, I took his arm and hung it over my shoulder, aiding him as we walked somewhere more private. The rooftop isn't exactly the greatest place to carry (y/n) at the moment and I know he can do crazy shit if I put him by the streets. So, I dragged him over towards the club's VIP room.
It was a completely soundproof room with cushioned velvet walls. A medium round table was placed in the middle of the room while a single sofa circled around it with quite some distance. It was a large room, enough to fit probably around 5 people with elbow room.
(y/n): "You know, she does have a point! In a way... it's all fake"
He suddenly said while I put him down on the sofa.
Yang: "What're you saying now?"
(y/n): "All of this! These feelings!"
He said sluggishly, moving his arms eccentrically.
(y/n): "Just a bunch of chemical reactions! Love! Hate! Joy! Sadness! All of it, explained by science as just a bunch of reactions"
Yang: "Yeah... that's not gonna fly. You mean to tell me there's no such things as feelings of a soul?"
(y/n): "What I'm saying is what you feel for me, love, I can recreate that in a bottle"
Yang: "You didn't exactly answer my question (y/n)! ARE YOU TELLING ME! THAT WHAT YOU FEEL FOR YOUR OWN DAUGHTER IS SOMETHING YOU DON'T FEEL DOWN TO YOUR SOUL!!!"
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Cold Hearted (Blake x Reader x Yang)
FanfictionBefore Beacon's second semester begins, RWBY is sent on a mission to capture a certain someone. On the top of the now frozen mountain, resides someone who'll change both Blake and Yang's life...