#but is he really that dexterous with his hands or mouth in a drunken state too? these are the things i think abt SDJJKSD

[gojowh0rcs]

i love the headcanons that are like “male so and so is v drunk and wants to fuck like rabbits and is gonna make u bust 5 times in a night” but its like do yall know abt whiskey dick??? where are THOSE headcanons??? do you know how disappointing a drunken sex night can really be??? its not that amazing i promise u 

[owlespresso]

Witching Hour: 2 AM

getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru

warnings: alcohol mention, reader is drunk, spice below the cut

Satoru stuck sweet to your side, rubbing your back and watching you down your coveted alcohol. He told you jokes and teased your side with probing fingers to get you to giggle, pressed closer and closer into his side with every sip. The booth he managed to secure was small and private, a haven as far away from the music as possible. 

“You still in there?” He nudges you, voice lowering into something soft and doting. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, your eyelids growing heavy as you nestle against him. He’s warm, the scent of his cologne comforting and spiced. You curl a hand into the fabric of his balenciaga sweatshirt. “Mmm, maybe it’s time for us to head home—ah—” 

A sharp, loud ding draws his attention to his phone, the screen illuminating his pale face bright as he draws it close. You can see him squint behind his rounded shades, reading whatever text he had been sent with a contemplative sort of trepidation.

“Mmm, Suguru’s not too happy,” Satoru acknowledges with a small, dry laugh.

“Did you not tell him we were going out?” you muster up the brain cells to reply, jolted from your sleepy stupor at the mention of your other partner. 

“No~pe!” he hums, leaning down to press a few kisses to the side of your face. His soft lips flutter against the column of your neck, prompting you to whine and tilt your head in his direction, shoulder raising at the ticklish sensation. “Just wanted you to myself for a little bit. Can you blame me? You’re always so needy for his attention when he’s around.” His long fingers venture underneath the thin fabric of your tank top, dimpling the tender flesh.

“Do not,” you grumble. A breathy little whine escapes you as he finally reaches the crook of your neck, teeth delicately grating over your warm, sensitive skin.

“Yes, you do. But I don’t expect you to admit it,” he says with a heavy, exaggerated sigh. His phone indignantly rings again, causing his face to wrinkle in an unsettled grimace. Its fluorescent light illuminates the pale stretch of his face, catches on those brilliant sapphire eyes and lulls you into a state of silent awe. “Yeah, we should really go. Suguru’s threatening to make me sleep on the couch.”

He laments the possible consequences, but at the same time sharply squeezes your hip, clever fingers venturing closer to the crux of your legs while you squeal and squirm. Long, warm digits stroke a line up your clothed cunt through your leggings, prompting you to grip his sleeve tight, face buried into his shoulder. Fresh, buzzing warmth writhes in your lower stomach, thin panties already moistening. The haze that blankets your mind eases you into that balmy state of arousal, makes it easier for him to coax little sighs and moans.

You’re in public, your remaining brain cell reminds you, but it’s a herculean feat to act on that realization when Satoru is so big and encompassing and warm.

His phone beeps a third time, prompting him to pull away with a hassled sigh. 

Immediately, you whine, legs reflexively shutting in an attempt to keep him there. The embers he’d been stoking die out, leaving you cold and empty. 

“Alright. Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” Satoru hums, patting you in the back. The next few moments are all but lost to you, being pulled and tugged to your feet and along the wall to avoid the dancing crowd. 

The incessant, thrumming of the club’s upbeat music dies to a low vibration as you hastily traverse the thin hall. It takes every piece of your concentration to not trip over your own sneakers. The space between your eyebrows throb, your eyelids heavy. The past two hours are a blur, lost in a tumble of vivid neon lights, loud conversation and hearty drinks. A prescription to get you out of your head, if only for a little while.

The neon lights fade, leaving you at the end of the hall, right before the double doors. The back entrance, you numbly realize as Satoru hums. He stops in place, and you’re barely given a moment to prepare before he sweeps you into a one-armed embrace, lips pressing to your own in a sloppy, intense kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, mind numb as your hands instinctively curl in the expensive fabric of his shirt. Licks of flame roll up your intoxicated form, lost among the rolling waves of his oceanic affection. 

The next sensation you register is the press of the hard wall against your back. Your eyes shut, your head rolling to rest up against the painted concrete blocks, Satoru’s warm lips running up and down the column of your neck. Shivers roll down your spine, spark goosebumps up your arms and shivers down your spine. The air feels thick with each breath you pull in. 

“Satoru,” you murmur. One of his large hands spans across your left hip, fingers crawling over untouched skin, venturing towards the round of your breasts. Your shirt rides up along his arm, cool air sending a shiver up your spine. You shouldn’t do this here, the far flung remainders of your consciousness remind you, anyone could see, “Satoru—” you gasp, words smothered by his lips. 

One of his palms shoves the cup of your bra promptly upwards. He swallows a little yelp, dexterous fingers pinching at your nipple, pulling and twisting. Your thighs press together, cunt wet, panties pressed sticky to your cunt. The pleasure sends you reeling, mind swimming, heart thumping slow and low in contrast to the erratic beat of the faraway music. 

“Satoru, ah, Satoru!” your little cries are cast into the air, whines building low and hot in your chest. 

At last, at very long last, one of his hands ventures towards the waistband of your leggings. The fabric feels all too stifling against your body, rationality slipping from your grasp like water through a patch of swamp cattails.

“Satoru,” a familiar voice, dark and firm, jolts you both from your pleasure-inundated states. Through the fog, you feel a jolt of immediate alarm—Suguru stands behind the both of you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his sweatpants. His outfit is casual, cozy, something you’d see him wear around the house. His expression is flat, but a subtle twitch in his eyebrow betrays his irritation. 

Satoru fumbles for a brief moment, yanking down the cup of your bra and pulling your shirt back over your stomach. Clumsy yet practiced, a testament to how many times he’s done this before. You’re not granted any time to contemplate it further before he’s pulling away, taking his warmth with him. He faces Suguru with a comely smile, hands resting atop his hips. 

“Ahh, Suguru!” He rocks back and forth on his heels, reaching a hand back to sheepishly rub the back of his neck. “Fancy meeting you here~”

“You didn’t answer my texts. Or my calls,” Suguru crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, utterly unamused. 

"Well,” Satoru says, swallowing thickly to buy himself time. 

“It’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t drunk off your ass and in a gutter,” Suguru interrupts before he can muster an explanation, gaze sliding past the flushed Satoru to you. The firm lines of his expression melt into something tender, something delicate as he appraises you, those lovely lips curling into a welcoming smile. “And how are you? Satoru didn’t tire you out too much, did he?” he inquires, ignoring Satoru’s indignant squawk. His arms part to either side of him as he beckons you forth, the low purr of his voice reverberating through your every cell .  “Come here.”

Even cast in dingy, dim lighting, Suguru looks warm and comfortable in his casual wear. They hang off his broad frame ever so slightly, but still allow you to see the outline of the packed muscle underneath. His hair is tied into the bun you’ve grown so used to seeing on him. Whether by instinct or conscious choice (you can no longer tell), you push off the wall and stumble into his waiting arms. 

The smell of him soothes the nerves frayed by your previous arousal, muscles loosening as you bury your face into his chest. He’s saying something to Satoru, the words lost among your drunken haze. Their voices sound nice, and Suguru’s chest rumbles ever so slightly when he speaks. His warm arms encircle you, securing you snuggly against his body. You’re not sure how long you remain standing there, be it seconds or minutes, but you do notice when he begins to pull back. 

You startle with a whine of protest, blearily looking up at him. There’s unadulterated admiration in his eyes. 

“There you are,” he murmured, voice a quiet blessing for only you to hear. He presses his lips to the crown of your head, irreverent. The hand on your back rubs delicate circles into your lower back.

“Let’s go home.”

[creekqueen27]

Control (Pennywise x Reader) 3

Pennywise/human form pov.

The familiar beat flows from the radio, a smirk on my face as I play around with my food, singing to the radio and dancing in my seat.

Hit It!

Nah, na na na nah

Here comes the hot stepper, murderer

I'm the lyrical gangster, murderer

The car travels towards the edge of Dexter, interstate 95 visible to the right. Countless cars zooming down the popular highway.

Pick up the crew in-a de area, murderer

Still love you like that, murderer

A very lit up house comes just into view, without a doubt it's the destination for tonight. People are standing outside, so tiny from this far away.

No no we don't die, yes we multiply

The car finally arrives on the pull off for the house, everyone immediately getting out and stretching our legs. My eyes glance at everyone taking them in. A familiar face causes me to double take, and the words leave my mouth so fast I can't even think about them.

I breathe out a laugh when I see her, the girl from the barrens, standing and flirting with some guy.

(Her outfit and hair)

Extraordinary, juice like a strawberry

Money to burn baby, all of the time

"Yo, Roman, you already got your eyes on a girl?" A voice from the left side of me tears my attention away from the barrens girl with a laugh. How pissed would she be if I got her in bed and then she found out it was me? I can't help but give her one last look before telling the guys I'll catch up with them later. I need to find out what she's doing here so she doesn't fuck my night up.

....

Reader pov

The volume of the music is so loud, you can nearly feel the bass. Multiple parked cars litter the front lawn, some beginning to spill over into the back lawn. The medium sized, three story house wouldn't be able to see what's coming even if it were to slap it in the face with an explanation. I feel eyes on me as I turn and see a guy in a dark colored t-shirt staring at me with a smirk.

The intensity of his gaze makes me a little uncomfortable, angry and moist all at once.

I'll take my time with you, handsome. I return the smirk, looking him over with satisfaction before looking back at the tall, somewhat muscular guy standing in front of me. I fake a shiver, pouting up at him. "I'm kind of cold.." I say quietly, shyly looking away. Almost immediately I'm covered in his jacket. As he starts to lead me inside, I glance in the direction of the cute guy who was staring at me before, only to find him still looking at me but now he's standing alone against the car where his friends used to be. I'm forced to look away as I walk up the steps and into the house. The music is even louder, the atmosphere is hot and care free. Dancing bodies fill nearly all free space on the ground floor. A few couples are scattered on the stairs and the second floor. Some doors that are visible are open, showcasing different rooms.

"Wanna drink babe?" I hear close to my ear; I nod as I look up at the guy who gave me his jacket, his skin a beautiful shade of dark mocha. I accept the drink as I continue to study my surroundings and form a plan for feeding.

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Pennywise pov

I've been watching her for hours trying to figure out what she's going to do. If she doesn't do something soon, I'm just going to start my feast with her. I despise having to wait when I'm starving. I look down at my watch, mentally setting a timer for her before faking a laugh for the girl trying to convince me to take her home with me. I continue to keep an eye on her, my patience growing thinner the longer this girl talks. I catch her eye for a split second. She laughed at something that guy said and dances closer to him as he whispers in her ear, moving his hands to her hips and pulling her against him just as the girl in front of me tries to hook her leg around my hip and touch my chest. I push her off me roughly, having enough of this waiting game. I make my way through the crowd straight towards her, keeping my eyes on her the whole time.

Reader POV

I let the guy pull me against him, the alcohol taking a slightly stronger affect than I'd planned, as I see a familiar face standing in the crowd staring me down.

"That your boyfriend?" The guy holding me asks as pointing directly at him. Just as I'm about to answer, someone takes my hands in theirs. I turn and realize that I'm eye level with someone's lower chest. My eyes slowly look up at the familiar face of my apparent admirer.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" He asks with a gorgeous smile, looking down for a second shyly. I can't fight back the smile that breaks across my face as I nod and follow him through the crowd, still holding hands. He leads me to a door in the kitchen and opens it, revealing a dimly lit basement. Even though I'm in no danger what so ever, my heart skips a beat in slight fear. The guy suddenly chuckles and looks down at me as he tightens his grip slightly and leads me down the stairs, before shutting the door behind us. If I were paying more attention, I would have heard him sliding the lock across the door.

The dim light made it difficult to make out everything. A few things were clear; a couch, scattered pillows, chairs. Typical creepy basement. I wrap my arms around myself as I turn to the tall brunette. He comes to stand in front of me, looking down at me. Intensely. I squirm slightly after a few moments as I can't hold his gaze.

"Um.. what did you want to talk about?" I can't believe he's having this effect on me. I was literally here to kill. Now I'm a nervous high schooler again.

"Why are you here?" He asks, inching closer to me as I begin inching away from him, towards the wall, confused and uncomfortable. I stare up at him silently. He sighs, annoyed.

"I know you aren't deaf. And I know you can talk. You have wasted enough of my time. What. Are. You. Doing. Here."

He asks, venom in his voice. I can't seem to find my voice, pure confusion fills my mind. Do I know this dude? "Yes, you know me. Have you forgotten me already?" He chuckles darkly. What the fuck!? This guys crazy

"I'm not crazy, you just scream your thoughts." He says as he rushes towards me, I instinctively jump back, hitting the wall as my fangs defensively show themselves. He grabs at my wrists as I jump and bite at his neck. He shoves me away from himself, and I immediately move to attack him again. I barely knick his skin before I'm thrown at the bottom of the stairs. On instinct, I turn and run up them, jerking the door open-.. pulling at the door frantically trying to turn the knob. Hands grab my hips and lift me as I scream. The grip on my left hip intensifies enough to force me to cry out as the other hand clamps down painfully against my mouth, muffling all sound from me. I fight against the tall male as he half way drags me down the last few steps. Suddenly, I'm slammed against the wall, hard. Hard enough to hurt me. How is he this strong? He can't be human. I struggle against his grip, failing to overpower him as I realize my feet are far off the ground due to him holding me just above his eye level. I look down at him a split second after I hear him giggle accompanied by the quiet sound of bells. I open my eyes and am met by a clown with fiery red hair and glowing eyes. The same eyes that I saw a couple of nights ago when I was feeding. Realization washes over my face, and he notices.

"Now, little girl, I am sick and tired of waiting for you to do something. I'm starving, and I don't want you to get in my way again-" he says, but I cut him off with a scoff.

"Me get in your way??" I nearly laugh in his face. He stares at me, blankly so I continue. "Why are you following me? And, starving, really? You stole half my fucking food just the other night!" Anger begins rising. He simply just smiles at me, making me angrier.

"They were tasty." He chuckles and shakes a bit.

I growl, fighting against him. He shakes his head at me. "You're not going to get away unless I want you to. I haven't exactly decided what to do with you just yet. I could have much use for you..." He taunts, eyes raking down my body slowly.

"Fuck off. Shouldn't you be at some kid's birthday party?" I spat in anger. He quickly meets my eyes.

"You have no idea how much I wish for that." He says, genuinely. I sigh. Who is this clown..

"Oh! Well, I'm pennywise the dancing clown." He states with a wide grin. My eyebrows raise as I study him.

"I'm -name-..." I say quietly, holding his curious gaze as my name leaves his lips in a whisper so quiet it's almost inaudible. I wiggle my right wrist a bit, the tight and harsh grip causing a bit of pain. His eyes leave mine for half a second to glance at the movement before easing up on his grip slightly.

An unknown amount of time passes, the two just staring at one another. "Do you tell people that your names pennywise when you're not dressed as a clown?" I ask quietly. He grins a bit, shaking his head as he simply states 'Roman'. The silence takes over the basement once again, the muffled sound of music the only thing filling the air.

"Are you going to kill me?" I finally ask the question that's been begging to be asked. His gaze suddenly intensifies. I swallow hard, realizing the true potential danger that I could be in.

"Are you here to feed?" He speaks finally. My voice is lost as I silently nod my head. "Good. Follow me." He says, morphing back into the handsome brunette while walking to the steps. I rub my wrists before slowly following him. He leads me through the much smaller yet very drunken crowd, people knocking into us roughly. A few stumbling people separate us and block me from getting through. Just as I think I'm stuck, arms encircle my body and lead me away, keeping me close to them. I don't have to look at them to know it's pennywise, Roman, whoever. The hand on the small of my back encourages me to climb the staircase leading to the second floor of the house. About halfway up, he moves his hand to drape his arm over my shoulders while still leading me up.

He's not seriously going to try to take the entire house by himself..

"Too risky, too many problems. We need to get them to the basement first." He says as if reading my mind. I glance up at him as he walks to a door with a sock on the knob. Muffled sexual moans can be faintly heard as he turns to me and winks before rushing both of us inside and closing the door quickly. We're met with the site of two guys and a girl in bed, drunk and only slightly startled. I look up at pennywise as his eyes glow, and suddenly a huge snake crawls upon the bed, all three screaming and scrambling to get untangled from one another. Pennywise inhales deeply, seemingly pleased with.. something. "Bon appetit, mademoiselle." He says before nearly prancing to the naked trio and attacking. I stand, stunned and still until the potent irony smell of blood hits my nostrils, sending me into a near frenzy. I grab the girl trying to get to the door and slice her neck open, gulping the warm smooth blood, immediately silencing her gurgled screams. When I drop her, I see pennywise already finished with his two. I look up at him as he stalks over to me, bells jingling quietly. "How do we get them into the basement?" I ask, eager for more. He smiles down at me, eyes glowing brightly as I giggle up at him.

I guarded the back door, pennywise stood at the front. His eyes never stopped glowing as everyone from the second floor drunkenly stumbled as fast as they could down to the first floor, leaving everyone confused and startled. People were bumping into each other, screaming as all kinds of horrible things started appearing, terrifying everyone. Pennywise and the creatures basically hearded the group into the kitchen and down the stairs into the basement. I fed on a few brave souls who tried to escape by me. No survivors. His words echoing in my head as I drop the freshly drained body, dragging the two bodies to the door and tossing them down the stairs as I follow pennywise into the basement, him locking the door behind us. I could feel the adrenaline rush into my veins as I waited for the clown to pounce into the crowd before attacking on the opposite side of the group. The feast lasted nearly half an hour. Eventually we made our way to the ground floor of the house and sat down to relax.

"Should we burn this place down?" I ask while watching him light a cigarette in his human form.

He glances at me, shaking his head. "No, they're all in the sewer." I don't speak, trying to figure out what he means. "I made them go to the sewer. I have a few more in depth tricks up my sleeve than your little cosmetic ones, leechy." A bit of spite in his tone as he sits on a chair.

"Um.. okay. Fuck you too, at least I'm not a thief like some circus freaks." I stand to walk out of the house, movement behind me alerts me to him following me.

" I'm independent. You must be just a child, you are entirely dependent on me." I glare at him while he continues. "How are you going to get home? You live in Derry right; that's a hell of a walk from here." I sigh, it's not like I can walk home with blood all over me. "Exactly." He smirks. "After tonight, we're even for the barrens. But you still need my help." I roll my eyes at him.

"Why are you helping me if you hate me?" He stares into my eyes, biting his lip.

"You have the potential to be very useful to me. And you will be indebted to me for tonight. If it weren't for me, you'd have been burned at the stake by now." He holds his hand out, his eyes switching between my own and his outstretched limb. I hesitantly take it, the contact sending a small jolt of what seemed like electricity through my body. The sensation of flying-or falling.. or floating- comes over me as everything goes black.

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Pennywise pov.

She immediately falls unconscious at my touch. She must not have much experience with other creatures, so naive to the world. I search her memory, finding her home and teleporting both of us there. I find her bedroom while snapping my fingers to rid her of any and all evidence of this evening's feast. As I lay her down, I can't help but admire her beauty. From the gorgeous facial features.. the rich and creamy hair color, it's lovely texture.. her full chest, nearly bursting out of her shirt.. the way her entire outfit compliments her so very well..

I shake my head, ridding myself of the thoughts. I teleport to the sewers under Derry, seeing the clothes and scattered remains of the newest victims that safely arrived as I intended. I sigh, the girl creeping her way back into my mind. This has never happened before, she must have some rather important meaning in my life. I soon decide to teleport myself into the rather large, some would say mansion like, house where I normally reside during the time between mass feeding periods. As I lay in the California king size bed between the expensive silk sheets, my mind wanders to my favorite hunting ground.. Derry.

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Requests are always open 💕

[urdemonfaunus]

Dedicated to @blake-belladonna-defence-force, for never gettin tired of my requests and always givin me Bumbleby fluff/angst when i most need it. As a fellow writer, i am obliged to return the favor without you asking me. I mean, respect, right??

So anyways.. Uh.. Please enjoy readin :>

Almost (Sweet Music) [Hozier; Bumbleby]

The golden-haired brawler leaned by the bar's counter, her lilac eyes seemed to be caught in some kind of trance. She stared at an enamouring sight not too far a distance. Her partner actually socialized much more now -- talking and laughing giddily with Atlas's huntsmen and huntresses that shared the same interests as her. And, some moments afterwards, the raven-haired beauty even took the opportunity to dance with the members of Team JNR and FNKI.

Yang never felt one end of her lips move upwards, a small smile etched on her mouth as she looked down at the moderately swished beer in her mug. What she did feel, though, was the presence of her younger sister. Lilac eyes that were previously trained in glanced towards the person beside her.

Ruby sported rather a huge grin as she greeted her older sister. "Hey, Yang!"

Faint smile changed into a sly smirk, her yellow-painted prosthesis ruffling the red-dyed hair of Ruby. "Hello to you too, sis." Laughing at her whines and grumbling, Yang settled her lower back once more on the polished counter. "How's your night going so far? Really looking forward with you making a move at Weiss."

The silver-eyed girl blushed furiously as she rubbed the back of her neck. It only made Yang giggle more. "I'm… uh, not…. She's too, um…"

As her voice failed her, her older sister just beamed at her, taking a sip of her beverage. "It's so funny seeing you all flustered up, Rubes." She sighed dramatically and engulfed the shorter girl into a bone-crushing hug. "My baby sister's all grown up and havin' crushes!"

"Yang -- OW -- put me down! Can't -- breathe!" Ruby managed to squeak out, randomly slapping Yang's arms and pushing her head. The blonde laughed once more before acknowledging her sister's pleas. And as soon as she got withdrawn, Ruby inhaled a lot of oxygen deeply to reclaim the lost air in her lungs. "You seriously need to stop doing that, sis. My ribs are already fine as they are, thank you very much."

"See? Ice Queen's really rubbin' off of ya. You can't convince me otherwise." Yang chuckled. Her heart fluttered inside her chest, knowing Ruby can finally focus on something rather than having her mind always scattered all over the place.

Ruby dejectedly sighed. There was no way she can turn this tide back. Arguing with the golden-haired brawler will get her nowhere. Honestly, it's like joking with a bear.

So instead of going against it, the silver-eyed huntress decided to go with the flow of the current.

"Well, what about you, sis? Let's take the spotlight off me and talk about you," Ruby said, a glimpse of slyness hinted in her voice. "Your eyes always seem to be always glued on… say… a certain Cat Faunus?"

The smile on Yang's face was wiped out and was immediately replaced by a dark tint painted on her cheeks. She felt herself sweat slightly from the heat overtaking her body. Her mouth bobbed opened and closed like that of a fish, yet not a single word was spoken. She tried to think of a great retort, but found nothing.

"I-uh… this is so unfair, Ruby! You can't turn on me like that!" Yang finally stuttered and exclaimed. Whilst Ruby just laughed heartily in return.

After that, Ruby continued. "If you really like her that much, might as well do something 'bout it, sis. Don't 'friendzone' yourself, thinking she doesn't deserve someone like you. And when you're flustered -- which is all the damn time -- go through with it. Don't let it stop you."

Yang stood there in shock and awe. Hearing those words coming out of someone younger than her -- especially her sister -- left her with an incredulous expression on her face and her prosthesis theatrically set on top of her heart.

She gasped, exaggeration displayed. "When did you get all so poetic, lil' sis? It scares me, if I'm being honest."

Ruby smirked. "Great then! 'Cause heads up, she's already flagging you down." She gestured towards Blake. Lilac eyes settled on golden ones, watching the faunus wave her hand and smile at her.

Yang swore she heard Ruby tell her something else, but she was ensnared in a trance that made her vision blue everything else but her. Her jaw slackened; her hand holding the empty mug became wimpy and shook. But it wasn't because of the bad, terrible shaking that was left by Adam. It was because of a good, nerve-wracking anxiety this beautiful raven-haired girl gave her unbeknownst to her knowledge.

Once Yang took a deep breath and finally calmed herself down, she placed the mug down on the counter, leaving the bill with it. She sighed hopelessly.

If only you knew what you did to me, Blake -- wHOA!

Her daydreaming was cut off in a rather -- might I say, curt way -- by a random, middle-aged brunet. She tried to reason with him, but was intervened once more. "Go in there, girl! The song's gon' start any minute now." He stated with so much glee, proved by the wide grin on his mouth.

"I -- what?!" was all that Yang could say before finding herself trapped in the middle of the music pub, surrounded by smiling and excited people. Her eyes searched for Blake, and they found her purposefully sauntered near the front row of mixed folks, brandishing a Machavellian grin of her own.

The golden-haired brawler barely managed to register what was happening when the resonating sound of semi-acoustic guitar being strung in a jazzy-folky way, its music just loud enough for everyone to hear. Yang circled the area and saw two figures with visible smirks on their faces. Ruby and Weiss were just beside the long-haired brunet singer plucking his way through the guitar slung over his shoulder, their arms crossed and watching the two love-drunken idiots intently.

Clapping and snapping of fingers soon followed, the familiar song finally having a name. Both of them looked into each other's eyes, already knowing what one meant. They joined in the clapping, feet unconsciously gaining speed steadily. Inches apart, Blake mouthed words at Yang.

Just like we practiced?

Yang smiled and nodded.

Just like we practiced.

I came in from the outside, burned out from a joyride

She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway

Played by the bedside, is "Stella by Starlight"

That was my heart, the drums that start off "Night and Day"

Only two words were able to describe their movements. Graceful and fascinating. At first, the idiots were insecure and not sure about their actions (especially Yang). But after some of the lyrics were sung, both hummed along the tune and began to ease up their tense selves. By the next words, Yang gave up and sang along excellently. Fast movement shifted to a slower one.

Same kind of music haunts her bedroom

I'm almost me again, she's almost you

Blake's golden eyes widened at Yang's voice. She never heard the blonde sing before, so this really was a pleasant surprise. She thought it was sweet -- almost like honey. The raven-haired girl could not contain herself any longer and sang along with her.

I wouldn't know where to start,

Sweet music playing in the dark

Be still, my foolish heart

Don't ruin this on me

Pulling each other's body, foreheads touching and noses brushing, lithe body against well-built, athletic. They repeated several motions, only altering some parts of it to make them look new. Perfect, they both thought. Just perfect.

I wouldn't know where,

I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't know where, I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't

I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't know where, I wouldn't know where

I wouldn't know

The song skipped to their supposedly "solo part". As kinsfolk around them carried on clapping, Yang did the first part. Growing up in Patch, she learned this amazing way of dancing known as Ceili dance. Tapping the heel, ball, and midsole of her boots on the ground quickly, made a thumping rhythm that accompanied the song's beat very well. People gasped and "wowed" as she did all that with her hands behind her back. Even the repressed nerd was amazed by this, garnering a triumphant smirk on Yang's face.

Second part, and Blake happened. With her gifted flexibility and dexterity, her movements were like that of a snow or leaf letting itself be cradled away by the wind. She looked so light on her feet, it was hypnotising. Years of yoga and contemporary dancing showed its resulting fruits.

Watching her made Yang practically melt right then and there. Her knees felt weak and were starting to buckle from the view she was being gifted by the Gods. She felt as if she'd just fallen in love over this elusive faunus all over again.

The Very Thought Of You and Am I Blue?

"A Love Supreme" seems far removed

"I Get Along Without You Very Well, " some other nights

The radio news reader chimes

Reporting "Russian Lullabies"

She'll turn to me awake and ask, Is everything "Alright"

Yang, being the stronger of the two, lifted Blake to the air, earning a yelp and a giggle from her, and so does the people surrounding them. The Cat faunus suppressed her laughs using her hand, meeting lilac eyes as she looked down on her partner. Yang gazed at her lovingly, and she realized something. So… this is what it feels like to be… in love? She asked herself, the grin on her lips fading into a faint smile as she was lost in thought. It feels like… you're on top of the world.

At the realization, her smile returned. Now, it was doubled in size.

I wouldn't know where to start

"Sweet Music" playing "In The Dark"

Be still "My Foolish Heart, "

Don't ruin this on me…

Chorus was sung over and over again. Final actions were made and done. Yang and Blake both exhausted themselves, for by the last word they were both panting and breathing heavily. They were so close -- Blake's hand resting on her partner's shoulder while the other was held by another warm hand. Yang's prosthesis securely held her in position just on top of her hip. Staring longingly into each other's eyes, the blonde asked for permission. The raven-haired girl just chuckled and sighed.

"Well?" She prompted gently, and Yang was more than happy to oblige.

Leaning in, the taller woman captured the shorter's lips. Soft and innocent, they warmed into each other's touch a few seconds later. Humans and Fauna alike whooped and cheered for the two huntresses. Others were encouraged to do the same thing, while the others just smiled at the scene in front of them.

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The kiss did not become heated in any way, and after several hours of enjoying the rest of their night off, the bunch of huntresses left filled with joy and love. After all, two new pairs of lovers found a way to exhibit to the world that gender and race do not matter. What really matters?

Love.