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[thisdorkyblogthing]

Hi! I adore your blog and was wondering if you had some headcanons for Thor or Loki you would like to share or any AUs? :3

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Thank you!! And I definitely have some AU ideas:

(listed in no particular order)

Kidnapping AU 1:

Loki's a troubled popstar and Thor's his long time stalker/#1 fan/kidnapper

Loki started rising to fame from youtube as a teen and got scooped up out of his shitty home life by a Big Name Producer (Ihe Grandmaster) and they totally started their loooong on again/off again relationship as soon as Loki turned 18 and not a moment sooner

Loki also started to develop problems with drugs an alcohol, which I'm sure has nothing to do with the last point

Around the same time Loki's becoming popular on youtube, a troubled, teenaged Thor comes across one of his videos and an obsession is born

Thor, having decided that he needs to be Loki's protector, joins the military and does surprisingly well for like ~10 years

as long as no one EVER makes any jabs about his taste in music, lighthearted or otherwise

Thor's discharged when a higher up makes a joke about some of Thor's Loki paraphernalia and Violence Happens)

hey! at least Thor has a lot more free time to REALLY get in to stalking Loki!

which is really great timing bc he senses that Loki's gonna relapse again - with The Grandmaster's help.... and thinks he might have more planned... (and maybe he's right)

so he takes matters into his own stong, beefy hands

Oh No, My Roommate's Little Brother Is Hot:

Thor and Helblindi are friends that have been living together since the start of their junior year in college, and are getting ready for their senior year

Loki's just graduated highschool and is getting ready to start at the same school in the fall and wants to stay with them over the summer so he can have a head start on getting settled in

Helblindi has been de-hyping Loki to Thor HARD, so he expects some ugly gawky little dork to show up

except OOPS HE'S ACTUALLY HE'S BEAUTIFUL, and a bit of a gawky dork, but in a very cute way

which is a problem because he's never actually mentioned that he's bisexual to Helblindi and Bro Code probably dictates to not lust over your bro's lil bro

even when the lil bro in question starts flirting with you

(Loki thought he was having a witty banter with a chill straight guy until he realized Thor was, in fact, not straight at all, and he was actually just flirting with a hot guy oops)

Helblindi finds himself a girlfriend and keeps bringing her over for ~sleepovers~ and she's uh, a bit loud about it so Thor and Loki end up going on cute little late night adventures that aren't romantic at all and don't result in any kisses under the moonlight

more moonlight kisses may or may not happen, resulting in a secret 'I think we're boyfriends?' scenario until Helblindi catches them and is NOT pleased with Thor's blatant disregard of the Bro Code

Kidnapping AU 2:

Loki's the black sheep of his of his very wealthy and powerful family. He's gotten into trouble a few times in the past and went to art school instead of getting into law or business or something more useful to them

so like, he gets that he's not the favorite but they still love him, right? (....... RIGHT??)

and then a couple nights before one of his brothers is set to get married, while out on the town for the bachelor party, Loki steps out of the club they're in for some air and to get a break from being either getting relentlessly shit on and iced out by everyone in turns when he's suddenly snatched up and manhandled away by some big surfer looking dude.

said surfer dude is Thor- an environmental activist whose name is featured on many top 10 lists for his favorite hobby of 'destroying shit to save nature' and he was good enough at it that the government definitely thought he was working in a group for a while there. He's a winner and his mom is very proud (maybe, they probably haven't talked in a while, he's busy.)

He thinks kidnapping Loki is going to be a great way to get his demands heard, unfortunately, he didn't seem to realize that Loki was the spare son and that the family is in no rush to get him back and seems more than a little annoyed about the fact that Loki had to go and be so damned kidnappable

"Wow, that's so fucked up dude." -Thor probably.

Loki's so heartbroken and enraged that he's ready to firebomb that gaudy-ass wedding himself

There's more but I'll stop there bc I'm Tired and this is getting long as hell.

[your-absent-father]

Just for fun because False gods was in the lead, here os a snippet from the False Gods. Beatrix's introduction. I think I want to publish all four but let's just start with this.

Tw: alcoholism, drug use, violence, inappropriate joke made by a drunk and high person

Nikki & Louis and Stevie version

Beatrix Jones life from birth to high school

Aurora Four’s lead singer, also known as a codename “Roseblood,” was born Beatrix Rhiannon Jones on August 6th, 1998, to Micky and Clara Jones in Los Angeles. Micky and Clara are most known as the leading attorneys of many publicly famous trials like the assault of popstar Lily Marsh, arson case of indie singer Vince December and the domestic violence case of Kurt Duncan and Sally Fay. Micky Jones himself is the son of Freddie Jones, the drummer for the Hectics.

Beatrix’s childhood is calm and full of privilege. She went mostly to private schools in LA, bought by the immense success of the then newly established law firm. All the bliss of company's success was shadowed by Freddie Jones’s chaotic 2000s. As the Hectics were coming to an end, Freddie’s alcoholism and drug use was becoming a problem.

All of it cultivated in Beatrix’s 8th birthday party. Witnesses described the birthday as “peaceful, till the grandfather appeared.” Freddie Jones was described as fully intoxicated, and not able to stand still. He was loud and obnoxious, and clearly in need of help. Worst happened when Micky Jones was giving a speech for his then 8-year-old daughter, which was documented as a viral video.

The clip starts with Micky Jones talking in a calming tone. He is wearing a black suit with a red tie, which looks too formal for a kid’s birthday party if you didn’t know how much Jones’s net worth. There are no kids around him, and food looks almost fancy, which didn’t fit for a children’s party. “I can still remember when we brought Beatrix from the hospital. Clara was exhausted and I- “

In that moment Freddie rushed into the mic and grabbed the mic into his both hands. Even when he was still, he was still moving around, like he was dodging mosquitos. Everyone could hear his deep breathing while he dodged his son. “Hello everyone. There are so many good people in this children’s party. None of them are kids. I shouldn’t see this many people I have fucked in a children’s party. I should have been more supportive of my son so he would allow his daughter to have a normal party that isn’t meant to suck off his supposed clients.”

Freddie was punched in the face by his son after that. The camera cuts when everything becomes chaos. People that were attending the birthday have told after what happened after the camera cut. Freddie Jones tried to punch his son back but failed and fell to the ground. Group of men ran towards the drunk man to tackle him. Carla was crying. As for Beatrix, many people noted that they were weirded out by Beatrix’s behaviour. She was laughing uncontrollably looking at her grandfather.

After that day, Micky publicly denounced his father and filed for a restraining order for three years. Freddie himself went on to have two years of deep alcoholism and drug use, until he found his fifth wife Lola Sylvestre, and moved to France for three years.

When Beatrix was in elementary and middle school, she was described as a clam and cordial little girl that enjoyed playing the violin and the piano. Beatrix has herself described the years as the “years of suppression” where she was forced to play classical music because her father had banned any type of other music in Jones household. That music would be an inspiration to the sound of Aurora Four later, so in the end, it got its use.

When Beatrix Jones is fourteen, Freddie Jones tries to contact his son after years of no contact. That phone call is actually answered by Beatrix herself, which starts a secret contact between the two musicians of the Jones family. Even with Micky’s constant objections, Beatrix and Freddie have a tight bond that lasts till she is sixteen, after Freddie’s sudden passing. That, is us getting a head of ourselves though.

Taglist: @guessillcallitart @dyrewrites

[agonizedembrace]

"So... Heard you're into my sister." Bright blue eyes scan the popstar from behind a pair of dark glasses. She might recognize the man as a popular hire for personal security. Or self defense classes. He did both!

After a moment of seriousness, a grin splits his lips. "Let me know if you ever wanna play a practical joke on her, yeah? She's tough to pull one over on."

He then offers a hand to her. "Chan-Yeol. Nice to properly meet my future sister in law, yeah?"

@scales-of-the-dragon (Modern AU!)

Evelynn pauses in her steps, allowing to look up from her phone to the voice directed her way. Slight unease settles within her, only for a few moments, before she takes note of the smile upon his lips. Yes... he does at least look familiar.

"Perhaps in the future, she's seemed a bit stressed lately." She knows why, but definitely choses to omit that detail. Gradually she accepts his hand, a tilt of her head. "Charmed, I assume you know of my name then."

"Are there any more siblings I should be aware of?" It's asked with humor, arms crossing over her chest.

[jimmigmalingan]

Her Name Is Not “baby”, It’s JANET.

It’s not “Miss Jackson if you’re nasty” either, although just as iconic.

What better way to celebrate Women’s Month than to get to know a great embodiment of a strong and powerful woman. In fact, so strong and so powerful that my instinctive reaction when I first saw the invite to her journalism class was “Oh no.”

That was the G-Rated version of it actually. Nevertheless, same message. 

I barely even knew who she was or what her teaching style was going to be like. Her G-suite display picture just exuded “Oh no” energy. I mean that as a compliment.

I went straight to my friend from elementary school who shifted to Communication a year earlier than I did. I said “Do you have any tea on her?” The first thing he told me was that she had very high standards.

I like that, actually.

Back when I was in high school, which seems like very long time despite only having been a whopping three years, those were the types of teachers that I would consider my favorite ones. Ma’am Rachel from my English class, and Ma’am Elma from my Research and Biology class. Both of which actually went on to be school heads in different schools after we graduated.

I’m just here thinking to myself “God, I would’ve been excelling at her class if it isn’t for this stupid pandemic.” I clearly am not. We will get to that soon.

When we had the chance to organize an interview as a class, it invigorated me a tad bit. This is the closest I can get to having human interaction in an academic sense, but it was also my chance to have an idea or two of who ‘Janet Tibaldo’ was. Is she going to be the bane of my existence for the next four or so years or is she going to be alongside the people who I consider to be my “heroes”?

To my surprise, she’s very, well... human.

From what I’ve gathered in both of the interviews, our class’ and the other, she is a woman of strength. She is a passionate educator, a dedicated mother, and most of all, a woman of faith and devotion. In both of the interviews, she often emphasizes the importance of the “vertical relationship” in her life, and how it can have a positive effect in one’s horizontal relationships.

I do appreciate those remarks from her quite a bit, despite me having a rockier and more complex relationship with God as a queer person. I never considered myself an atheist. I do believe in God, and I believe that I am loved by God, despite knowing that people out there will try to convince me otherwise.

How could he possibly hate me when I pray to him too and he answers them just the same? It makes absolutely no sense to me.

When she said that you can fix your horizontal relationships once your vertical relationship is stable, it did strike a cord just as much as it struck a verve in me. I am trying to. It took me a while, but nevertheless I’m glad that I am here.

She often described herself as “strict”, both as a parent and an educator. It often surprises me how much bombardment my friend from elementary experiences from her subjects. The way he describes it to me sounds a bit like torture. I always took his words about her with a grain of salt. I will probably never believe him until I experience it first hand. He did say I was lucky that I shifted during online classes because she is a bit more lenient, otherwise I would’ve been dead meat.

If she was the monster that she’s painted out to be, I do understand why. It’s not like I don’t have a maternal figure or two in my life with eerily similar approaches. Like I said, she is a bit more human than what one would expect. She talked about her sleepless nights to dedicate herself onto her work, how she takes it upon herself when things go wrong, and how she said she hopes for a better and more empathetic world when I asked about her hopes for the future. To me she sounds like a person who stands her ground and knows exactly what she wants, even if it gets the best of her at times.

With that, she shared a peek of her younger days, how she spent her childhood during the Martial Law era, how newscasters on TV sparked her interest in the field of Communication, how in her college days they made do with the resources they had back then, emphasizing how lucky we are to have the technology we have now, how she was an activist back in the day. It painted a picture in my mind. Ahhh. No wonder.

There has always been ‘fire’ inside of her. A fire that lead her to be an educator today, despite having left the path of being a media practitioner.

I did think about it a couple of times. If being a visual artist doesn’t work out for me, maybe I’ll just teach. To me, it looks fun. She did say that she never thought in a million years that she would end up becoming a teacher because she thought it looked boring. According to her, lot of her family members ended up becoming teachers and she never wanted to be one of them. Maybe there’s some ugly parts of it that I don’t get to see, but it seems like a much more stable career path than visual arts, especially in a country like this.

Just from the interviews alone, you can tell that she has so much wisdom to offer in this field. That makes me all the more excited to meet her in person. If anything, there’s your proof right there that God is out there writing poetic justice for people. Maybe it was God’s way of saying “I have something better in mind for you, you just have to trust me.”

Another standout from the interviews was when she told all of us as a piece of advice that we should grab opportunities as they come. Oftentimes, the biggest regrets you have in life aren’t the things you did but the things you didn’t do. I have to admit, the main reason why this music video is taking too long to make is because of self doubt and insecurity. She’s right. I should toughen up a bit, shouldn’t I? Not only that, but there’s a lot of competitions that I found interesting in the facebook group that I just allowed to pass me by. I don’t want to blame my years in Architecture for it, because it did cause me some good. It’s just that I knew what I was running away from after years of feeling like I will never amount to anything. 

I knew that. If anything I was way bolder when I left high school, only for Architecture to beat me down. It does take someone like her to remind me of who I was then.

When I was going through my depressive episode late last year, ultimately leading me to shift to Communication, I found myself seeking refuge in the music of Janet Jackson. As a matter of fact, I shared her music to the same friend I mentioned earlier, and now he’s a fan too. We’d often joke about which Janet we were talking about in the conversation.

On one hand, we have Janet the popstar, who despite being blacklisted by Bush’s racist and misogynistic America, kept on going. She kept performing and making music for as recent as 2018, and now she’s inducted in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. On the other, we have Janet the teacher, who keeps holding on to her faith despite all of the trials and challenges that came her way all these years.

What’s it about Janets being fiery passionate women anyway?

That actually leads me to my next point of interest.

What moved me the most about both of the interviews was her openness about her struggles with mental health, and how she refers students to seek help as well back when classes were physical. I don’t think conversations like these were possible back in the day, especially when I was a child. Apparently I didn’t have ADHD I was just an idiot, and people like me get punished for their idiocy. That was my upbringing, and it’s so refreshing to know that kids nowadays are lucky to have a ‘zeitgeist’ like this.

I was brought up for the longest time in the idea that if you show any signs of vulnerability, you are weak. It took some time for me to ‘rewire’ my brain and undo all of that...

because that is blatantly false.

If anything, for me, it further solidified how strong she was. It takes so much strength to admit that you’re human. It takes so much courage to tell yourself that you probably need help because you struggle in this aspect of your life. It is so easy to pretend that you can take everything like a champ and you don’t need anyone to help you.

The easy route was to say “I’m fine” or “I’m doing good” when asked a simple question “How are you?”, the hard route is to ask yourself that same question “How am I?” and be honest and introspective about it.

She did just that. She took the hard route.

She said she was having trouble sleeping and that she had to consult a mental heath expert for that recently, and that this pandemic made it particularly hard for her to juggle work and home matters.

I don’t think she will ever understand how a simple statement like that inspires someone like me, because what I got from that was ‘if somebody as strong and as passionate as her bleeds the same way that I do, I too can be strong like her.’

I just booked my appointment to my therapist yesterday. I haven’t seen her in quite some time now. It’s nice to know that I’m not alone in this, despite going there for feeling alone. Ironic, isn’t it? I feel like I’m running out of friends, and it’s starting to feel like paralysis, really.

After the interview ended, and I finished watching the interview from the other block, I couldn’t grasp the idea of this woman being taken as a monster, because the only words I could think of in association to her thus far is ‘uplifting’ and ‘inspiring’, in the same way that Ma’am Rachel was one of the people who inspired me to be a a cartoonist and Ma’am Elma inspired me to be a competitive dancer.

I had to give up three years worth of friendships to start back from scratch and to be here. I was actually so unsure if it was even worth the sacrifice, but Ma’am Janet Tibaldo, out of all people, showed me something to look forward to in this field. Based on what I’ve gathered from her, I’m up for a good time.

[redbeanboi]

bucci gang college!au

the college au that you didn’t know you needed:

I’m bored and I’m still thinking about university because I’m swamped with work!! Here’s some hc’s I have of what the boys would study in university.

Bucciarati:

maybe it’s because I’m planning on doing it myself, or the fact that I can’t help but thirst over the image of Bucciarati in a turtleneck, but I can see Bucciarati studying History in undergrad and going for Library Science/Museum/Archival Studies in grad school. Bucciarati is always portrayed as a reliable worker who can keep his mouth shut, etc.... So I think this kinda fits into Archivist stuff, since, depending on who you work for (the government specifically), you constantly have to handle secret/sensitive material. Important and absolutely vital position! And Bucciarati working in a library/museum setting is also really cute to me, but if anything I can see him working as an Archivist for an organization or maybe even the government.

Giorno:

I know I’ve seen people put Giorno in some kind of Life science, like plant or animal study, but... and don’t get me wrong, maybe it’s because I project my boyfriend onto Giorno because they’re freakishly similar in a bunch of ways, but!! Giorno going into Mechanical Engineering/Robotics is absolutely my jam!! And after graduating from school, I can see Giorno eventually working for a company that makes prosthetic robotic limbs. Something about “breathing life” into an object and giving someone a new arm/leg/etc. gives me Giorno vibes... Also my boyfriend is sorta working on stuff like this so that’s another reason why I see Giorno doing this stuff.  Giorno’s also very smart, and I think something like Mech E would really challenge and push him. Plus, when making prosthetic limbs or when working with robotics in general, a lot of engineers will observe and study animals and movement and such. Everything about this field of study just screams “Giorno” to me.

Mista:

I know we like to poke fun at Mista a lot, but I think he likes reading a lot and could easily apply himself to some difficult courses. Maybe it’s the fact that he works with guns a lot and is just very smart in general, but I’m thinking Mista would go into Physics. Catch him doing his physics coursework with Giorno because they’re both slumped on the same problem. Now, i don’t think he’d ever consider going into academia, but if he did, he’d definitely be that professor who just has his TA do the lectures while he does his research. I could also see him just working in the same engineering company as Giorno? Possibilities are endless, I think he’d be able to do anything really. Maybe he’d a mechanic if he doesn’t want to go to uni and goes to trade school instead.

Fugo:

Fugo going into law school?? I know that didn’t exactly work out very well, but I do think that he’d feel challenged and would get to make the most of his intellect. He’s a smart guy and I think he might do Philosophy for undergrad as most people would go that route anyway. Plus I like imagining Mista complain about Fugo’s readings (”this Plato guy thinks way too much about this damn cave—” “Shut up mista”).

Abbacchio:

Hm. Maybe law school for Abbacchio too?? On the other hand, because he seems to really like classical music and is the kind to dwell on the past, I could also see him doing Music History, minoring in either piano or composition maybe. If he decides to do some accompanist work for a classmate who’s awful and studies vocal performance, he will complain about it to the other guys (”how the hell can you be tone deaf and studying music at the same time??”). He and Bucciarati hang out a lot....sometimes Bucciarati will accompany Abbacchio to the practice rooms. Sometimes they’ll spend an awful amount of time there (mostly for practicing, alright?? they’re responsible students. don’t be cheeky)

Narancia:

I know it’s easy to get carried away with “ahahaha Narancia doesn’t know 16*55!!” but let’s set those jokes aside and acknowledge how smart he can be. Now since this is a college!au, I’m going to say that Narancia would go into some field of study that allows him to use his strengths. I think he’s always shown really good instincts. Also, I know he totally misinterpreted Giorno during this one fight, but I always love how Narancia is the only one to notice that Giorno’s waving to them during the Babyface fight (so what if he didn’t realize there was an attack yet!!)??? ++ Aerosmith’s ability to detect carbon dioxide is, in my opinion, the biggest example of his instinct/ability to catch onto things real quick. Narancia also remembers a lot of information (I mean, he got everything Trish asked for when he was running errands). And!! he is very concerned with Trish after Venice despite not knowing her very well. I think that’s very telling of his character. A guy who is very concerned for other people! So! I can see him doing healthcare in some shape or form. Narancia getting a BSN?? Nurse Narancia??? yes please!!

BONUS!!

Trish:

I know Trish becomes a popstar in PHF (which,,,, don’t hate me but,,, I’m not super crazy about it), but I can see her studying fashion design. Maybe it’s because I used to go to a school with a really rigorous fashion design program, but I can see Trish having fun there (while also being challenged!) and also putting out some really great work. Expect the guys to come and hang out with her in the studio when she has to work on projects overnight—Bruno and Abbacchio are the first to come and the rest come waltzing in soon after. Mista and Fugo usually come last to join them and bring a lot of snacks for the night.

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A/N: I’m going to probably write some kind of comp fic using these ideas but.... enjoy !! based on a conversation I had with @jojo-reads .... thank u friend.

[dippedanddripped]

When British tennis champion Fred Perry became the first player to win a career grand slam in 1935, he might have hoped his legacy would be defined by the stunning bit of history he made, still just 26 years old. It’s unlikely he could have predicted his name would be used in 2020 to uniform a far-right male militia jacked up on violence and misogyny. And yet, Proud Boys, an organisation allegedly founded as a joke by Gavin McInnes in the run-up the 2016 US election, has become instantly recognisable by its allegiance to Fred Perry’s black and yellow trim polo, forcing the brand to publicly distance itself and announce last week that it had withdrawn sales of the shirt in the US and Canada a year ago.

McInnes, 50, is the Scottish-Canadian co-founder of Vice Media, and lives in Brooklyn. He believes western culture is under siege and that feminism is a cancer. His group, much like an enraged Reddit sub-forum given vein-popping physical form, has been described as an alt-right fight club and hate group by Southern Poverty Law Centre (SPLC), as white supremacists by Joe Biden,and classified as an extremist group by the FBI – even though McInnes rejects the notion that Proud Boys are racists . It is not, by a long stretch, a good look for Fred Perry.

“It is incredibly frustrating that this group has appropriated our black and yellow twin-tipped shirt and subverted our laurel wreath to their own ends,” the company said on its website last week.

The statement added: “We are proud of its lineage and what the laurel wreath has represented for over 65 years: inclusivity, diversity and independence.” Fred Perry is unequivocal that it has “absolutely nothing” to do with Proud Boys and that “that association is something we must do our best to end”.

That embroidered circular flick, modelled on the original Wimbledon logo, has been adopted by many subcultures since the first polo was launched in 1952.

“It is easy for the piece to be taken up as uniform because it is designed to look like one. It is stern and sensible and needs a distinctive kind of look to pull it off. That look is not a very large and very aggressive and very pink man,” said fashion writer Tony Glenville.

In May, Fred Perry launched a new line with a publicity shoot featuring only models of colour. In pure Twitter bait, fury and counter-fury spewed online as some white customers claimed they would boycott the brand for “spreading diversity bollocks”. In a statement to Dazed and Confused magazine, Fred Perry replied: “We believe actions speak louder than words … Our real fans know what we stand for, and their response to this speaks volumes.”

It is not the first time the brand has been fashionable for groups on the fringes of society; part of the appeal of a neat, utilitarian Fred Perry polo is that it is subversively nonconformist. There is an ironic fashion joke at play: the aesthetic might look objectively square, but its spirit is rebellious.

Few brands have been tussled over as hard by competing subcultures. From tennis nuts to Jamaican rudeboys, skinheads, mods, ska-punks, indie kids and Camden popstars, all have done the Perry polo before Proud Boys came along. The brand has been worn by racist skinheads before McInnes’s lot and, despite its current wobble, is certain to be worn by music fans for some time still.

Amy Winehouse sported hers all over London and ended up collaborating with the brand in 2011 on a collection of Perry classics with Winehouse twists (collars turned up, sleeves capped in semi-sheer fabric). The line still sells well, particularly in the Far East. Damon Albarn, Britpop’s poster boy for the knitted cotton Perry pique shirt, was able to request a specific style of eight shirts which he wore for Blur’s reunion gigs in 2009.

Musicians have been essential to the brand’s credibility, be it the Specials and the Jam or Arctic Monkeys and Skepta. In a project for the brand’s 60th anniversary in 2012, Don Letts made a series of films tracing the line of cultural scenes and musical hierarchies that emerged in Britain since the teddy boys of the 1950s. Fashion was key, but it’s intriguing to see how little the look has shifted for Perryheads, whether they’re on scooters revving around Southend in the 60s or dancing at the 100 Club in the 90s.

Perry was the son of a textile factory worker born in Stockport. He first became a world table tennis champion at 19 before going on to win three consecutive Wimbledon titles. Despite his record-breaking success, he was treated with contempt by the elite who ran the sport in Britain. To Andrew Groves, professor of fashion design at Westminster University, it is this contrast between Perry’s underdog status and unquestionable personal glamour that has helped define the brand.

“The working-class authenticity of both Fred Perry the man and Fred Perry the brand allows it to resonate with each new generation,” he said. “Its no-nonsense design has enabled it to be reinterpreted by each emerging subculture in a way that gives it additional layered, and sometimes contradictory, meanings. Fred Perry was worn on the terraces at Chelsea but also in the gay bars on Old Compton Street; by skinheads at NF rallies but also by Jamaican rudeboys.”

Perry was a heartthrob: he dated Hollywood actresses, including Marlene Dietrich, and married four times. He moved to the US and took up citizenship there before launching his sportswear line with Australian footballer Tibby Wegner in the late 1940s. The company was kept in the family until Perry died in 1995, when it was bought by Japanese company Hit Union.

Groves believes the brand has been able to transcend each decade because of the way it has been reinterpreted by new fashion tribes. “It’s ironic therefore to see this particular shirt adopted by the Proud Boys,” he said, “given that within gay culture, a black polo shirt with yellow tipping on the collar usually signifies that the wearer is into watersports.”

What Fred Perry would think about all the symbolism at play on his bestselling shirts is another matter.

Style wars

New Balance In the early 00s, the athletics brand was adopted by neo-Nazi groups in Germany. The company clawed back credibility by sponsoring anti-racist music events.

Burberry The Burberry check, whether real or counterfeit, became so synonymous with football hooligans and thugs that in 2004, two Leicester pubs banned any customer from wearing the pattern. It was a long crawl back to its contemporary reinvention as a super luxury British brand.

Stone Island In the mid-1980s, the then obscure Italian sailing label became huge on the terraces with football casuals, who matched designer clothes with lairiness. The look went “weekend suburban dad” after some time, but the brand was given a surprising new twist when the rapper Drake began wearing it.

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slumber party!

Sorry about the slow posting guys but it's here!

k soooooo the adorable lil guy Popstar (2nd to the left) belongs to @chaosaliien from lawful joke au

and the other adorable lil one, Stella (2nd to right) belongs to @liqu3d

here's a blooper i did when filling in the eyes and low key made me second guess my color palettes😭

[evanwhosjusthere]

Wishful Thinking: The Nintendo Cinematic Universe Part 2 Electric Boogaloo

The Nintendo Cinematic Universe. This an idea/joke/meme that has been thrown around ever since Nintendo in 2016 announced their plan to make movies based off their IP’s again. They have recently joined forces with Illumination Entertainment to create the upcoming Mario movie. Since then I've been thinking about how Nintendo could truly capitalize on this idea. With video game adaptations slightly getting better and better each year (with stuff like Castlevania, Detective Pikachu, Sonic Boom TV Show, etc.), I think this idea while somewhat far fetched could still be somewhat possible. Let’s continue talk about my crazy idea for a Nintendo Cinematic Universe.

The Second Phase:

Let’s look back at the diagram again:

With phase 1 the general the general theme I laid out was “Recognizable”. Essentially kick starting the NCU. In our hypothetical reality, the first phase of the NCU is a success. Nintendo/Universal succeeded in capturing a consistent audience willing to go see these films. So what to do for phase 2? Well the theme for phase 2 is “First verse, slightly the same as the first”. Let’s get into it:

The Legend of Zelda 2

Zelda is pretty interesting in terms of continuing it’s storylines. Most Zelda games take place with a different Link, a different Zelda, and a different Hyrule between installments. This isn’t entirely true. For example, the Link from the orignal Legend of Zelda is the same Link that appears in Zelda 2: The Adventure of Link. The Zelda movie sequel will echo this format. Being a direct sequel to the first movie. The basis of the plot would be similar to that of Zelda 2. While Ganon has been defeated. His minions seek the Triforce in order to revive him once more. With this goal in mind, Link, Zelda, and other allies journey off to stop Ganon’s minions from reviving the dark lord. I imagine this film to be more action packed and dark than the first, while not completely throwing out the themes and relationships established in the prior film.

Super Mario Bros. 3

The third and final film in the Mario movie trilogy. That’s all I really have to say on this.

Kirby

Okay I know what your thinking. How the hell would a Kirby movie work? Kirby isn’t the most linguistic character in Nintendo’s roster of heroes. Between the “hai’s”, poyos, and the occasional engrish (see Sm4sh and Smash Ultimate voice clips). But I think what Kirby lacks in words, makes up for in terms of set pieces and visuals. Planet Popstar is a beautiful place and that’s thanks to the strong art design of the Kirby series. But another reason why I think a Kirby movie could work is the “deep lore” of the franchise. In more recent games, the franchise has been experimenting with more story elements. From a heart broken monarch wasp waging war against those who live under her to a mechanical empire ruled by a emotionally destroyed business man. Yeah, those are antagonists from a Kirby game. Not to mention the final battles of Kirby games are visually insane and intense, making for good cinematic material. Is a Kirby movie a bad idea? You be the judge.

Kid Icarus

This just makes too much sense. Kid Icarus out of most Nintendo franchises I feel would work perfectly on the big screen. The wild and crazy universe that Kid Icarus Uprising explored would be great cinematic material. Not to mention the dialogue and gameplay of Uprising would easily put this movie in the action/adventure genre. Think of something like Pirates of the Caribbean. It would also be a treat if the movie was animated in the style of some of these shorts. 

Fire Emblem

Let me preface this by saying I know jack all about the Fire Emblem series. Ok that’s not entirely true. I know the general gameplay structure of the series, it’s a tactical JRPG. But besides that I am completely in the dark on the franchise. But what I have seen from trailers of more recent installments, I can say a Fire Emblem movie would be almost Lord of the Rings in nature. And that’s coming from someone who hasn’t watched or read a whole lot of LOTR. I really don’t have much more to say other that a Fire Emblem film would target a more teenager to adult demographic similar to Metroid. Speaking of...

Metroid 2

Samus returns in the sequel to the first adventure. Again with most sequels, this film will severely raise the stakes. This film would take elements from Metroid Fusion and Prime 3 where a new evil force threatens galactic civilization. Samus would be pushed to limits as a bounty hunter.

Bonus: Wario spin-off

Who said the NCU can’t have spin-off movies. How I imagine a Wario movie to work is something along the lines of Lupin the 3rd. Wario and Waluigi along with other Warioware characters attempt to carry out a daring heist. Along the way the gang come across various death traps, plot twists, law enforcement, and even Captain Syrup. The treasure hunting/making money aspect of the Wario games would fit perfectly into the heist movie genre.

Conclusion:

So to recap, the primary goal of the second phase of the NCU is to continue with the momentum of the previous phase. Continuing or concluding the storylines of previous phase 1 films while also introducing audiences to Nintendo’s beloved but no quite as well known IPs like Kid Icarus or Fire Emblem. So what happens in phase 3? Stay tuned to find out.

Wario and Waluigi fan art by Mast3r-Rainb0w

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Minghao / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ College AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 4.4k

Summary:  She could be the most popular girl of her school, Y/n's life became really interesting when she started to hang out and spend more time with the ones who saved her, with this bunch of bad boys who were funnier than she could imagine, with that guy who didn't hate her like she thought.

Content/Warning: Mini series, Angst, Romance/Fluff

Next Part

For a lot of people, school was an horrible place where they had to work hard to get their dream job or, at least, a job for which they would be well-paid, without being sure about their future. Most of the students hated school and the only things they liked were that they could see their friends everyday and eat pretty good meals. Yes, most of them hated the university where they were studying and that's why you were an exception. You liked school, you liked studying and learning a lot of things. History, maths, geography, sciences, foreign languages, etc... You really liked it. It wasn't a passion but you were so curious about everything and, even if your grades weren't the best of the university, you were a good student and you did your best to make your parents proud. At the beginning, your classmates thought you were trying to be the teachers' pet and they were pretty mean to you but, after a few months, they saw you didn't want to be noticed, you just enjoyed studying. After that, they started to talk with you, knowing you a little more and seeing you were a real ray of sunshine. A pure and innocent girl, eager to learn, with a generous and delicate heart. You went from "the one who wanted the teachers' love" to "the university's ray of sunshine". You knew almost everyone and some men made it quite clear that they were interested in you. But you weren't. Even if the university was full of handsome and cute young males, you didn't really notice them. Yes, they were attractive but they were too simple for you, what they really wanted was too obvious, and above all, they were too sweet, too nice. You weren't a "bad boys fangirl" but you found these kind of guys more interesting than others. Since you were curious about everything, you were also curious about mankind and you wanted to know why some students were good and peaceful while others were delinquents, why they made bad choices, what they were been through to be like this, etc... And, somehow, you also wanted to help them. You knew your help would be useless; if they wanted to live like that, that was their choice. But you could feel in your guts they made their choices for bad reasons. Even if you didn't want to change these men, you wanted to show them they could do better without being... assholes? But, for a lot of them, there was a lot of work... You could hear a lot of laughs, girls laughs, before entering your classroom and you knew who made them laugh like that. It was surely Seungcheol, one of the bad boys of the university, the guys all the female students were fangirling over. You would be a liar if you said they weren't attractive because, yes, they were. But you also knew you'd always been attracted by the dark side of mankind, by your total opposite. You were like a pure angel seduced by Hell. You kept your hand on the door handle, the other hand on your chest, trying to calm down, and took a deep breath when someone came behind and made you jump. "You know, Y/n, it's just a door, not Hell's gate." "Dear Lord, Jisoo, you scared me!" You breathed, trying to catch your breath. "Really? An angel like me?" He joked, cupping his face in his hands with an adorable smile. "If you're an angel, I'm the Queen of England." "Then after you, your Majesty." He smirked, opening the classroom door. Chuckling, you playfully curtsied and entered the classroom without paying attention to the looks the other students were giving at you both. You sat down at your place and got your stuff out of your bag, placing them specifically on the desk. Jisoo asked you why you always did that and you replied it was just a habit. From the corner of your eyes, you saw him nod and do the same, always with his adorable smile. Even if Jisoo, also known as Joshua, was a friend of Seungcheol and a member of the "bad boys club", like you called them, you really liked him, he was very different from his friends. Always smiling, nice, polite and well mannered. You've never seen him being arrogant or disrespectful to teachers or other students. You couldn't say the same about his friends. Two of them were in the same class. First, Seungcheol, or S.coups to his friends, the leader of the "bad boys club". He was such a player, flirting with all the girls he could see, and being more than arrogant with elders. Like his members, he was a fighter, someone who liked to get in trouble for everything and nothing. The second was Minghao, often called THE8, a chinese man who came to South Korea almost ten years ago. You knew it because one of your friends told you. Unlike the other bad guys, he was calm and quiet, always silently staring at people. You couldn't deny it, he was the one who scared you the most. The other members, Mingyu, Wonwoo and Hansol, also known as Vernon, were like Seungcheol, players, fighters, arrogant, etc... As you said jokingly when you talked about all of them with your friends, they were the perfect sons-in-law. You started to reread the lesson your class studied the day before when the door opened loudly. A student from another class shouted that Mingyu was fighting with another man and, almost immediately, everyone ran out, excited about the idea of seeing the tall man that Mingyu was beating someone, like he always did since he was one of the strongest guys in the university. You sighed and focused back on your textbook when you felt a gaze on you, a gaze that made you shiver, a gaze you would rather not feel on you. You discreetly cleared your throat and, without turning your head you asked to Minghao why he didn't go with his friends. "I didn't want." He simply replied, smirking as he saw how uncomfortable you were with him. An awkward silence settled in the classroom, making your heart beat faster. Since you couldn't understand or guess what Minghao was thinking, you didn't trust him or enjoy being alone with him. He was like a movie serial killer, the kind of murderer who stalks his victims for months and attacks them when they are alone in a cold and silent place. Like you were at this moment... You wanted to run away but you couldn't move, your legs were paralysed by fear and you felt sweat rolling on your left temple. Biting your bottom lip, you prayed to all the gods you knew so Minghao wouldn't kill you when you heard your classmates came back. You sighed loudly and looked at the young man from the corner of your eyes. The smirk hadn't left his lips and he scared you more than anything else. "Psychopath..." You thought. After classes, you went to the school library, like you always did. Students knew that if they were looking for you at the end of the day, you were here, doing your homework or reading some difficult books you didn't always understand. Most of time, you were sitting on the floor, surrounded by books, your pen in your mouth, a notebook in a hand and a cafe latte in the other. "Hey, Y/n!" A student called you! "Smile!" You raised your head and looked at the young male, a friendly smile on your lips as you were doing the V sign. He took a photo of you with his cell phone and thanked you before walking away. Chuckling a little, you focused back on the book you were reading. It wasn't unusual that students took photos of you when you where studying at the school library and you didn't mind it. Some of them even posted the pictures on their blog, always saying "The ray of sunshine is studying, shhh". "Wow, I didn't know you were such a popstar." Someone joked next to you. "Don't you worry about what they can do with the photos?" "They can do everything they want, I don't really care." You replied to Jisoo without looking at him. "Can I?" You nodded, still reading, and heard him sit next to you, grabbing some books in front of you. "It's fun because everyone seem to like you here but I always see you alone." Jisoo noted. "Do you like being alone?" "No, it's just that I'm too busy to hang out." "Studies before buddies?" He smiled, lowering his head to see your face better. "Not really." You shrugged, closing your textbook, and looked at him. "It's just that... Well, I don't know. I like people, they're nice but I don't think most of them are sincere, you know. Some of them are nice but the others... They act like they're kind but it's simple to know what they really think." "What am I? Nice or too simple?" "You're something else. Yes, you're nice, polite and sweet but I feel you're hiding something and I think that's why you hang out with Seungcheol and his friends." "His friends are mine too." He smiled nicely. "You don't like my friends, right?" You tilted your head and thought about your answer. You wouldn't say you didn't like them, you just didn't understand them as you didn't understand why Jisoo stayed with them. You explained your thoughts and made Jisoo laugh, which caught you off guard. "You're cute, Y/n, you know that? You say I'm nice and sweet but you don't know me outside. Who says I'm an angel in my free time? Maybe I'm a monster." You pouted a little and looked up, thinking about his answer. He was right, you knew the student Jisoo not the other. But one thing was sure for you, he couldn't be a monster. A male voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you saw Jisoo's friends coming to you, evil grins on their lips. Wonwoo crouched in front of you and took the book from your hands while the others looked at you, making you shiver a little. "This one sucks." Wonwoo said without raising his eyes to you. "You should read Kim So-wol, his poems are better." Taken by surprise, your eyes opened widely. "You... you read poetry?" "Yeah, Wonwoo is the poet of the group." Seungcheol joked and sat in front of you but, instead of talking with you, he spoke to Jisoo. "I don't think Meena will like it if you're always with Y/n." "It's not my fault, she's so cute and interesting." Jisoo replied in a sweet voice, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "And smart! I like that." "Soon, he will ask her to be in his harem." Hansol chuckled. "I'm too possessive to be a part of a harem." You said, looking at him and tilting your head, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. Your reaction caught the boys off guard and, with amused smiles on their lips, they looked at you, seeing you could be more fun than they thought. "Be careful, guys, she will bite soon." Mingyu teased. "I can scratch too." You added with a playful smile. "I'd like too see that." Seungcheol growled, licking his bottom lip, looking at you with a kind of lust. "You already have a lot of fangirls and I don't want them to attack me if I touch you." "I like her." He smiled at Jisoo before turning his attention back to you. "But, sorry sunshine, we have to go." Seungcheol ruffled your hair gently and stood up before leaving with the others. Jisoo smiled at you, put a quick kiss on the side of your head and followed his friends. When they left the library, you sighed loudly. Even if you acted like you were confident, you were shaking inside, afraid you could have upset them. Hours passed by so quickly and you didn't even notice when everyone left the school library, letting you alone, dived in your books. It was the cleaning lady who pulled you out of your reading, laughing at how focused you were. Picking up your stuff, you left the university and saw it was already dark outside. You startled when you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your jeans and, when you picked up the call, you heard your mom's voice. "Where are you, Y/n?" "Sorry, mom, I got locked in the school library. I just left." "Why am I not even surprised?" She laughed. "Be careful on the way, okay? We are leaving with dad." "Hm, hm." You hummed and hung up, starting to walk to your district. You weren't afraid of the dark, that was something you found relaxing sometimes, but this night, you had a bad feeling. Was it because of what Jisoo said? Or maybe his friends. You didn't know why but you weren't comfortable, walking alone in poorly lit areas. You even surprised yourself walking a little bit faster than usual, your hands gripping tightly your backpack straps. There was something that really scared you, something you couldn't see but feel, something dangerous. You went into another dark area and heard a laugh behind you. Jumping with fear, you turned and saw four shady silhouettes following you. Your eyes opened widely and you were about to run away when you saw four others shapes at the other side of the street. You were surrounded. You wanted to scream but no sounds left your mouth and you leaned your back against a wall, staring at the strangers who were coming closer to you. "Look at what he have, here." One of them said with a twangy voice. "A Taeyang student, exactly what we wanted." "Mom never told you it's dangerous to be alone at night?" Another teased. "Plea...please... Don't... don't hurt me..." You begged, tears reaching your eyes. "Why would we want to hurt you, baby? We just want to talk and, you know... get to know you better." An almost inaudible sound parted your lips when you felt a hand grab the skirt of your school uniform and you let your tears roll down your cheeks, thinking the worst. "Don't touch her." Someone growled in the dark. You opened your eyes wide, recognising the voice. It wasn't possible, what was he doing here? The men around you turned around and, frowning, tried to see who spoke. They moved in front of you and faced three other strangers who were standing at the end of the street. A gasp parted your lips when you felt an arm around your waist, pulling you away from your assailants. "Don't worry, Y/n, it's me." A man whispered to your ear as he buried your face onto his chest. "You're safe, now." You heard people walking by you and wanted to look at them but Jisoo held your head and asked you not to move, adding it was already over for, as he said, "these fucking bastards". You wrapped your arms around his middle and cried, letting all the tears you held run along your cheeks. "I have to help them." Jisoo whispered in your ear again. "Stay here, I'll be right back in a minute." You nodded against his chest and let him help his friends who were fighting against your aggressors. Like if it was stronger than you, you turned your head to the men and saw the "bad boys club" taking advantage on the others even if they were fewer in number. You also understood why Jisoo was a part of Seungcheol's group and what he meant when he spoke with you, a few hours earlier. The smile on Jisoo's lips wasn't the cute and adorable one you were used to see. In fact, it was like his whole face was different. Even in this poorly lit street you could see so much sadism in his eyes, so much pleasure in his predatory smile. He was like a blood-thirsty monster. His words came back to your mind: "Maybe I'm a monster". Yes, he was, a sadistic monster with an angelic face. After few minutes, the ones who attacked you lost against Seungcheol and his friends and ran away. Jisoo reached you quickly and, grabbed both your shoulders. "Y/n, are you okay?" He asked, eyes full of concern. "Are you hurt?" "I... I don't feel my... my... my legs..." You murmured before fainting. "Fuck, Y/n!" "She needs water." "We only have beers, jackass." "Get off." Eyes half closed, you felt a hand slipping to your neck, leaning back your head a little, and one of the guys helped you to drink two sips of beer. Disgusted by the taste of the drink, you winced as you opened your eyes and saw Minghao next to you, his hand on your neck. "Y/n, are you okay?" Jisoo asked again, cupping your face in his hands, looking like a sweet angel again. "Don't ever do that again." "So... sorry... I... I don't know what... I..." You stuttered before noticing all the bruises on Jisoo's face. You raised your head and saw his friends were in the same state. "Oh my God, are you okay?" You immediately asked, sincerely worried. "You're the one who fainted and you ask us if we're okay? You're such one of a kind, Y/n." Hansol chuckled as Jisoo helped you to stand up. "Come on." Mingyu smiled, before turning his back to you and inviting you to climb on his back. "We'll get you home, tonight." You wanted to refuse and thanked them for their help but Wonwoo left you no choice and put you onto Mingyu's back like you weighed the same as a feather. Jisoo took your bag and, after you told them where you lived, you all left the dark area. On the way, you asked how they knew you were in trouble and, nonchalantly, Wonwoo told you they followed you. They saw you leave the university late and they had preferred to follow you. Being alone in the night could be dangerous and they were right. You were surprised they could be worried about you but you found it very kind of them. "Here we are." Mingyu shouted when you reached your house. Seungcheol helped you to get off of his friend's back and Jisoo handed you your bag. You thanked them but it wasn't enough for you, you wanted to do more. "I have disinfectants and bandages, come on." You invited them as you unlocked the front door. "I'm not sure your parents-" Wonwoo started to say. "They're working at this time. And after what you did for me, I won't let you go like that. Are you hungry?" They shook their heads but you heard Hansol's stomach growling. Chuckling, you raised your eyebrows as Minghao hit the back of his friend's head. You opened the door and, with a cheeky smile, you said: "I promise, I won't bite." They laughed and went into your house, surprised that you let them in. They knew you weren't like the other girls of the university, you didn't try to date them or even be interested in them, you were more special, nice, sincere. Sneaking between them, you went into the living room and asked them to make themselves comfortable. At this, Seungcheol teased you and said that, if he could be make him comfortable, he would probably take off his shirt. "I'll try to help myself and not jump on you. Pinky promise." You giggled as you went to the bathroom, grabbing some medical products. Coming back in the main room, you ran into the guys who were looking at the decoration. You explained that, since your parents worked a lot, they came back to house only for taking showers or sleeping. You didn't see them much during the week. Therefore, it was like you lived here alone and you could decorate the house like you wanted. "No offense but I expected a lot of textbooks and notebooks everywhere." Hansol chuckled. "Not at home." You smiled as you put the disinfectants, ointments and bandages on the table. "I have some books, mostly novels and collections of poems, but no textbooks except the ones I need for school." "Who took the photos?" Mingyu asked, pointing at a some pictures hung on the wall. "Me." You replied shyly. "But you can look at them after, now, you need to clean your faces." They nodded and went around the table. "I'll see what I have in the fridge. Any allergies or food you don't like?" "You want to cook for us?" Jisoo asked, opening wide his eyes before seeing you nod with a sweet smile. "We're six but we eat for twelve." "My parents own a grocery store, they bring a lot of food for me. I can share with you, don't worry. So? Allergies?" They shook their heads and looked at you going into the kitchen. Like Hansol said, you really were one of a kind. You cooked a big plate of bibimbap for the boys, hearing them talking about your house, wondering how your bedroom was. From the kitchen, you shouted there was light grey walls, your desk with your computer, glowing stars on walls and ceiling, three stuffed animals in your bed, three full bookshelves, a lot of photos everywhere and a big panda drawn behind the door. Laughing, Jisoo said your bedroom seemed to be like you: sweet and cute. You poked your head out of the kitchen and stared at Jisoo, frowning a little. "What?" He asked. "Can't I say you're cute?" "Don't you realise how weird it is when you always tell me I'm cute?" "I do but you're-" "Yeah, we know, she's cute." Mingyu cut him off, making everyone laugh. You brought the big plate in the living room and ate with the boys, knowing them better, learning a lot of things you didn't expect about them. You were more than surprised when you saw they were really different from what you thought, how well mannered they all were. However, you also knew they were like that because they were with you, in your house; You didn't know how they acted with other people. But it wasn't your problem. They were nice with you, well, most of them at least since Minghao stayed the same, and that was all that mattered. The day after, your mom woke you up at 7am, saying a handsome young man was waiting for you outside the house. Frowning a little, you went to the front door, wearing your cute, but short, white pyjamas, and opened to the man. You froze when you saw Minghao. A strange smirk stretched the corner of his lips as he was looking at you. "Jisoo asked me to take you to the university." He said as you let him come in. "Y/n, who's this?" Your dad asked as he shook Minghao's hand. "It's Ming... Minghao, a... friend." You answered, awkwardly looking at the young man. "He helped me last night." "Oh! You're one of the boys who saved our dear Y/n?" You mom exclaimed as she took Minghao's hand in hers. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" "No... No need to... to thank me." Minghao shyly smiled before turning to you, a suprised look on his face. "You... You're not ready?" "I'll be in 20 minutes!" You said and ran into the bathroom before leaning your back against the door and look at your pyjamas. "Shit!" Like you said, you were ready to leave 20 minutes later. Minghao didn't say anything about the fact you didn't have breakfast and left with you. You saw a bike parked in front of your house and opened wide your eyes when he handed you a helmet. You gave him a confused look and froze when he put it on your head, locking it under your chin. "Where's yours?" You asked shyly. "On your head. I don't need one." He replied, sitting on his bike, inviting you to sit behind him. You did what he asked and felt the heat burn your cheeks when he took your arms and wrapped them around his middle. Hopefully, he couldn't see your bright red face. Ten minutes later, you arrived at the university, noticing all the students were looking at you both. Usually, you came alone so, seeing you coming with Minghao was more than surprising. Almost immediately, Jisoo jumped on you and hugged you from behind, asking how you were. You talked with them until the bell rang. Sitting at your usual desk, you were listening to the professor, trying not to pay attention at Seungcheol who was fooling in the back of the class when the door opened abruptly. The Principal, followed by Hansol, Wonwoo and Mingyu, was furious and yelled at the three other young men, letting everyone know that they fought last night with students from another university. You lowered your head, feeling guilty because you were the reason of this fight, but Jisoo grabbed discreetly your hand and whispered it was okay. "I'm sick of your mess!" The Principal shouted. "Why did you fight with them?!" "We were bored." Seungcheol answered nonchalantly. "I'll suspend you!" Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes opened widely. They would be suspended because of you, because they didn't want to say they helped you, because they were still protecting you. You couldn't accept that. Suddenly, you stood up, trying to avoid all the gazes that were on you. Seungcheol told you to sit back but you stayed up. Swallowing, you raised your head and, looking straight into the Principal's eyes, you said: "They did this for me."

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WARNINGS: Rough sex, wall sex, analingus, anal prodding, sixty-nine, anal plug, double-ended dildo sex, facial, anal fingering, coitus interruptus.

NOTES: This is a flash-foward, but as far as “epilogues” go it’s going to be two chapters instead of just one. And don’t worry – there will be other stories in this universe! But this (and chapter 43) is the last of the fully Freezerburn-focused main story, even if Weiss and Yang will pop up in the spinoffs. Hope some of you enjoy what else emerges in the near future!

=Chapter 42

EPILOGUE, PART 1

Five years of bliss followed that magical first moment in the Iron Man-styled Schnee-Xiao Long home.

In that time, while their love for one another hadn't changed, there was so much more that had. The popstar/bodyguard couple that shocked that eventful Beach Fest were now an established act together. The occasional top ten hit aside, however, not as quite as earth-shattering as Weiss's original solo career. But they didn't mind. It was a manageable and less stressful target, one that was flexible to their new lifestyles.

Ruby and Penny had graduated, so they needed advice on finances and where to apply for jobs, which led to them buying an apartment of their own. Blake's career path also eventually brought her to Nashville, where she and Sun had settled into a home twenty minutes’ drive from Yang, and that involved helping them transport all their things. All sorts of new chaos required a lot of attention…

But for the latter two of those five years, their career had mostly been on hiatus, and for very good reasons. During that period, thankfully Weiss's father wasn't without an act he could earn from. Since the untimely end of Neon's last contract, she and three friends had formed a group act of their own, one now signed on by Papa Schnee himself at Weiss's emphatic insistence. And while the lax, unhurried schedule was healthily manageable for his daughter and her girlfriend, Neon’s “FNKI” was becoming a huge money maker, taking the world by storm. It meant the couple could worry more about their lives than career paths or job securities, while also assuring Weiss's good friend still had a thriving following.

Despite the hiatus, the couple had still been in the news on occasion. Some, as predicted, were trying to pick fault over their outing, but the rest seemed to have no problem whatsoever. Yang remembered the ridiculous grin Weiss had when she noticed in one of her trashier magazines that they had been placed in a “Top 50 cutest couples” list.

Some time after the official release of “Changes Come”, their first single as “Freezerburn”, Yang had made the much-debated decision to come out as trans to the public. And unlike she feared, the majority were accepting, and even proud of her. It was a weight off her chest, especially with the knowledge that people had facts rather than unreliable rumours.

Given the changing laws, there was even less barring them from getting their marriage license before they enjoyed a lovely tropical ceremony in Hawaii, open only to their closest friends. Glowing lanterns swung from the roof of the small gazebo set up on the beach, though both Yang and Weiss were wearing lovely white dresses more suited to an indoor event. Giddy smiles and blushes never left their faces for more than an instant throughout the entire ceremony. Both of their fathers had walked them down the aisle at the same time, completely casting aside that old convention that only "the girl" got to be "given away". Neither of them looked entirely comfortable, but both looked happy.

Neon, Blake, and Winter, in an even less traditional fashion, were wearing matching blue one-piece bathing suits with seafoam-patterned sarongs to befit the locale, and the groomsmen — Sun, and oddly enough, Ruby and Penny, who had assured everyone that they didn't mind balancing out the wedding party on that side — were decked out in tuxedos with quite tropical cummerbunds and bowties. The rest of Neon's band was in attendance, clapping and cheering boisterously.

By the end of the proceedings, a couple of paparazzi had figured out what they had stumbled across and snapped a few blurry, zoomed-out photos, but for the most part their special day was kept private. There were more pictures of their reception, which was a luau during which the two were wearing original top-of-the-line designer swimsuits, Yang's with jean shorts on over the top of them for understandable reasons. In fact, the picture that popped up on the news most often was of Weiss losing her shot at the limbo contest when she fell straight down on her butt, laughing up a storm.

And a lot more had taken place between that marriage and the present day. Many stories for another time.

Their lakeside house was in a state that was very rare these days: quiet as a mouse. Ruby had offered them a day of peace while she took care of other matters, well aware that they would need as much space as they could get. After all, Freezerburn was arranging its return in style — back on another two-month tour alongside FNKI around the country. Weiss was currently making all the arrangements, writing notes and chatting to Neon herself, who'd thought of the idea.

"So we're agreed the last performance should be the Big Apple? That time of year, at least it shouldn't be snowing too hard."

"Even if it is, who cares?" Weiss chuckled, fingers flying over the keys of her laptop while glancing over at the phone now and then. "Nobody will want to miss this. But you're right, it never hurts to give the fans some consideration."

"Yeah, exactly. I mean, they'll be warm anyways with the crowd but who wants to wade in slush when they wanna see a show?" Clearly biting the top of her pencil for a moment, her eyes then lit up again when she thought of something else. "Oh! Did you and Yang wanna do a few of the signings? They're totally optional, and I know you got things to think about but I figured I should ask."

"You did need to ask, but… yeah, I think we should. I mean, if we're going to do this thing, we should really go all the way. And we've set it up with a little more time between shows, so it won't be like the hectic tours I did as a solo act." Then she smiled again. "But I'm really glad we're doing this. It's gonna be like old times!"

"Except with considerably less drinking… you were a pretty hilarious drunk but you'd be a bad influence to you-know-who now." Finally taking off the ridiculous reading glasses, Neon folded her arms and leaned in toward the camera. "So how’s life, girl?"

"Life… is perfect," Weiss sighed easily, pushing aside her laptop. "Not every second of it is, I mean, there's always little bumps in every relationship. Just, ours are honestly so tiny… I think one day we had a fight over whether or not to buy a new mattress. I wanted to get one shipped in from one of those online companies; Yang said we didn’t need it. But I mean, it was a fight that ended with us banging on top of the old one, so how does that really count as 'marital strife', right?"

"Angry seeeex," Neon teased for a moment, ending it with a small giggle, as per usual. "But that's really great to hear! I mean, we all know you and Yang are forever. Little arguments and shit are nothing. Healthy even, sometimes."

Nodding, Weiss arranged the few papers she had in addition to all the online delegating and scheduling, laying them further away and bringing her now-cold cup of cappuccino toward herself. "True. I believe that any relationship without any strife is more or less a lie – and a ticking time bomb. Better to get the worries out in the open."

Then she hesitated. There was something she wanted to bring up, but wasn't sure it would be the best idea. After all, some ancient history should stay that way. But she and Yang had been talking about it off and on for a year or so, at first only as a joke, but then more seriously as time wore on.

"Um…"

"What?" She asked, tilting her head. But when Weiss wouldn't answer, she seemed to give a friendly glare at the camera. "Come on, Weiss, I know that look. What's on your mind?"

"Okay, this will sound stupid," she laughed, even if the discomfort shone through. "But we were kind of talking about… ancient history, and some stuff that almost happened with Blake and Sun one time, and… well, you don't have a steady girlfriend. So we were wondering if during the tour, you'd want to… crash with us on the bus? It's a pretty big bed…"

"Oh." Clearly in the phone screen, even with the slightly jumpy picture at times, Neon was blushing, having to look away from the screen a moment. It seemed as though she was considering that proposal at first, but then when she looked back: "I… didn't tell you about me and Inu, did I?"

"Sure you did. And that groupie from your show in Ireland," Weiss teased, but very lightly. Then she cleared her throat. "That was part of why we considered this, actually. Plus how much you liked Yang's little video way back when. But of course, if you're not comfortable, or interested…"

"While the idea is extremely tempting, and I do still think that's a very pretty dick from what I remember…" She couldn't even hide the blush now, and the ridiculous attempts to try as she rested her head on her hand only made it more obvious. Eventually, however, she cleared her throat. "People don't know yet, and we wanna keep it that way, for now… but yeah, Inu and I are… more than just a fling. When you spend so much time on a tour bus and the other two sleep all the time… things kinda happen, heh."

"Really? With Inu?!" Weiss blinked for a moment, a little stunned. Partly at the rejection of her offer, which was a minor disappointment in the grand scheme of things, but there was another reason. "Wow… I mean, she's always so quiet, wearing those headphones all the time. I figured you'd go for a more outgoing type, like yourself."

Usually, she'd agree straight away. But this time, she didn't. She instead appeared offended. "Have you ever tried talking to her? You have her Instagram and Facebook and everything. Once you get her talking, she won't stop. It's adorable, she gets so excited."

"Well… no, I haven't; just in person at a couple of the signings, the company parties. She didn't say a word back to me." Weiss seemed most definitely startled by Neon's annoyance, because the last thing she had wanted to do was offend.

"Because she can't. You honestly haven’t noticed that as soon as fans talk to her, she either pulls out her phone or she just nods really intense?"

Shrugging her shoulders, she responded, "Hey, I just thought she was trying for that whole 'aloof celebrity' vibe! What do you mean, she 'can't'?"

"Dude, no way! She loves that people are talking to her; people usually give her the cold shoulder because she doesn't talk back. But she is listening." Soon after, she rested her hands on the table instead. No longer was she offended, simply trying to explain. "She's mute, dude. Honestly, I thought everyone knew."

"She's… wait, what?" But Neon didn't need to repeat herself. "She's a member of your band, she's a musician, so I… wow. I did not expect that." Her eyebrows shot up. "What… I mean, oh God, I've been so stupid! She probably thinks I hated her and just thought she was boring, I- I walked away from her because she wasn't talking back, I didn't know what else to do!"

"Hey hey, don't sweat it! Happens to her all the time, she knows. I'm sure if you talk to her next time you see her, she'll understand. And we'll have tons of time on tour, right?" She didn't know how else to respond. She couldn't tell Weiss she wasn't offensive; lying would do nothing. But at least she could reassure her. "Inu's pretty easy-going, she won't dwell on anything, so just apologise and she'll probably do her adorable little happy bounce she does."

Slumping down in her chair, Weiss let out a long, slow groan. "Alright… wow, I really hope she doesn't resent me too bad. And this isn't all my fault, you know; a lot of unpleasantness could have been avoided if you just somehow let me know she wouldn't be responding verbally! I mean, I felt like she was only looking and listening to be polite but she secretly wanted me to leave her alone, so I did!"

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself when seeing how flustered Weiss was getting. "Of course she didn't want that! And of course she won't resent you. She'll be fine. In fact…" Seeming to blush once again, she looked around for a moment; before leaning further in toward the camera. "If you're okay with it… I can ask if she wants to take part in that offer? Might be a little more than you were angling for, though."

"Oh, that's…" The notion made Weiss sit back and blink, several times. It was true that she hadn't thought much about Inu Shibe, not more than in passing. She'd had a few scattered conversations with Flynt, and they got along fairly well, but the other two members of FNKI were still somewhat of a mystery.

But when she thought about Inu's dyed-blonde hair, her gentle face and almond-shaped brown eyes, and especially how she was one of the few women she knew that was actually shorter than her and Neon, she felt a little guilty rush of curiosity about what it might be like, being with her in that way.

"I'll… ask Yang. This isn't the original idea, so it seems unwise to assume on her behalf, but… y-yeah, that might be okay," she began to sputter. Already, she had felt nervous about asking Neon in the first place, but had several weeks to rehearse the question, build up her confidence. This was an entirely new ballgame.

"That's fair. You want me to ask her?" But before she could even answer that question again, she began to laugh. "Wait, is this a regular thing you two do? I never expected you guys to be the swingin' type!"

"Actually…" For some reason, even though they were definitely alone on both ends of the call, Weiss's voice dropped to a whisper. "This will be the first time it's actually happened, if it does. We tossed the idea around with, um, this other couple, but we all decided in the end that the timing wasn't right. But…" Her blush was starting to rival Neon's now, despite promising herself she would be as casual about this as she could. "I've never forgotten how much fun you are. And how you drooled over Yang's video. So you're a natural choice, right?"

The blush was getting no better on Neon’s end as she was rather obviously rendering a mental image. Especially when she was squirming in her seat a little while avoiding eye contact. But rather than comment further, after the brief pause, she teased, "Think of the children."

Snorting in bemusement, Weiss finally took another sip of her coffee as she forced herself to calm down a bit. "Glowstick dipstick. But seriously, listen… I know Inu's very cute, and I’m no hag exactly, but… well, I guess what I'm saying is, if either of you aren't interested because my body's gone to Hell in a handbasket the past few years, don't even worry about it."

"Psshhh, are you kidding me? You look fine, and I'm sure even without clothes you'll look fine as well. You got a rockin' body anyone'd be jealous of."

"Well, thank you," Weiss said primly, not letting on how much that helped ease her still-fragile pride on the issue. Having Yang to reassure her all the time that she was still the "perfect ten" pop star she married went a long way toward that, and her doubts were never quite so pronounced as they had been before their relationship began. Still, it was something she would probably struggle with for a long time yet.

"Anyway, I'm looking forward to your answer. I only suggested the bus because despite the previous break-in, it's rather discreet, the new one has better locks, and no one will question why we're all in there together." Then in a still-stunned voice, she added, "All… four of us. Wow, my life turned out so much different than I expected at nineteen!"

Snorting herself, she looked straight to the screen again, smiling endearingly. "But I'm sure you wouldn't change a thing, right? Total perfect life. Got your family, your career, that sweet place on the lake… you're living the dream, I'm jealous."

"Then be part of that dream," she wheedled, mostly kidding as she displayed a moment later when she giggled. "Okay, okay, I'll drop it for now. And we seem to be all set here, so I'll have Father follow up on that date in DC and then we'll see where we are tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Can do! Right, I'll let you go, and I'll text you if Inu is a maybe or not, if you ask Yang." But just as she reached toward the phone, she paused. "Oh yeah! And, give the little one a kiss from me."

"Don't worry, I will. She's-"

At that moment, a small furry bundle leapt into her lap, and she laughed, petting her idly. "I think she heard you, Neon! Xu-Xu, say hi to your 'cousin'!"

The other side the screen, Neon was quite obviously giggling, even giving a wave with her fingers toward the small white flat-faced cat that was purring away while Weiss petted it. "Hi Xu-Xu! Us cats gotta stick together, huh?"

Picking up her little paw, Weiss helped the ball of fluff wave back. Then she laughed when she jumped down. "And hates it when I make her do human things."

"Hey, I hate it when people make me do human things too. Like getting dressed and having to be presentable when I'd rather just lay down and lick my own-"

"NEON!" But she was laughing, despite being so scandalised. "If you figure out how to accomplish that, tell me how; I think Yang would be just as interested in that lesson!"

"And I'm sure you'd be interested in watching that." Laughing again, she finally did reach for the phone this time. "You fuss over said darling wife, while I go… pick an outfit for when Inu comes over tonight. Call you soon!"

"Alright, have fuuuun!" The extra emphasis was clear in its intent, but she hung up before Neon could even so much as roll her eyes.

Then Weiss walked into the kitchen and dumped out the rest of her cappuccino. Her mood was light; the new tour was on track, their tentative plans to explore "recreational activities" with outside parties had not been met with a definite negative, and all else was as it should be. How had she got so lucky?

"Okay, the one you saw in that magazine would look great on you. That's if you wanted to go with white, I mean, have you seen some of the gorgeous purple dresses they've been doing?"

There was the faint voice of her wife from the other end of the kitchen. She too was locked in conversation with her phone screen, but unlike Weiss, was actually making sure to drink her coffee. While Weiss's call was to handle business, Yang's was to help Blake plan her own big day.

She remembered fondly how that even came to be. The rest of the Schnee-Xiao Long wedding party had plotted it without Blake's knowledge, had made sure that Blake was the one to catch Yang's bouquet when it was thrown, and have him right behind her down on one knee when she caught it. Of course she said yes; the two had been a couple for longer than Weiss and Yang had. And the several “It's about time!” comments from the other attendees confirmed it was the right decision.

Of course, now it meant all the stress of the organisation, which Yang had assisted with.

"But the purple ones will make me look like a giant plumb," Blake lamented weakly, running a hand through her bangs. "And you know I already hate how I look in dresses… can't I just borrow yours? Maybe it's not original, but it's a great dress, right?"

"If you want to you're more than welcome, but don't you want your own for your special day? Plus mine only really works if you're gonna have your wedding in Hawaii as well, with the flowers ‘n’ stuff." She took another sip of her drink while flicking through a couple more of the magazines she had to hand. Some which she'd saved just for helping Blake with this task.

"I'm just really stressing about this whole thing… and it's more about Sun's parents than him, they're all about us having a super traditional huge church wedding so they can show off the photos to everybody, and we just want you guys there at the Justice of the Peace and to get on with the reception, you know?" With a quiet laugh, she added, "But you have been awesome through all this. Thanks so much."

"Sounds like Sun's parents aren't quite ready to admit their little boy's a grown man. He told 'em to buzz off yet?" She continued to go through one of the magazines a bit longer, eventually stopping on one page. Folding the corner over so it was saved, she then looked back to her smiling friend. "And shut up. You were a godsend when it came to mine and Weiss's. And our bachelorette party was the best thing ever, told you I'd make it up to you."

"Oh that was totally my pleasure! You guys looked awesome, the party was a blast, and I've used the 'bridesmaid dress' every time we go to the beach, since I'm not much of a bikini girl. But yeah, Sun's parents are pretty traditional like that, they either want us to have an Eastern wedding or a Western one. Alternative ceremonies make them get all grumpy."

"Would ours have made them go 'Aaaaaahhhhh!' ?" she asked with a giggle. However, that did give her another idea. While she and Weiss were debating the style of their wedding, an Eastern wedding did come up. Especially when Yang knew how keen Weiss would be on it. Even if in the end they opted for something else instead, that didn't mean Blake and Sun had to.

"You know, what about a hanfu? I could hook you up with the place that did mine."

"O-oh? You… sure you won't have a problem with that?" The question was subtle, but necessary. "Not just because of that time, but I'm still a white girl. It wouldn't seem like I was trying to be something I'm not?"

Yang smiled in sympathy. "Dude, that’s ancient history. Me being mad doesn’t mean you didn’t look really good in it. And I say go for it! I know he's not really big on Chinese shit, exactly like me; but no reason why you can't ask him, right? May even keep his mom and dad off your back."

The image of Blake on the screen paused to think that over. "Well… I did always think yours was beautiful… would you go with me to have one fitted, so I don't look like some weirdo with an Asian fetish?" Then she laughed. "Even if it might be slightly true."

"Considering your dating history, yeah," Yang giggled with her. "Course I'll come with you, girl. I got another appointment on Friday, we can meet up afterward and go then?"

Alas, that was something that still hadn't quite changed. There had never been another near-miss again, but on the odd occasion, a rough patch would come. Thankfully now Yang was doing a much better job of admitting she wasn’t okay, and accepting the help. Although she probably didn't need ongoing counselling any longer, she continued to attend once a week until told otherwise “just in case” - and with Weiss and her friends’ encouragement that there was nothing wrong with mental health maintenance.

"Definitely," Blake responded immediately, nodding her understanding. "We'll have to get dinner afterward, Sun is off with his buddies doing some kind of… rock climbing thing, whatever. I mean, unless I'm taking you away from Wifey?"

"Lemme check. Oh wifey-dearest?" She turned, slightly tilting her chair so Blake could quite clearly see Weiss was in the background, making herself another cappuccino to replace the cold one she had to dispose of. Batting her eyelashes toward her, she tilted her head. "May I please, please, pretty please go for lunch with my bestie on Friday?"

"Alright," Weiss called back in an intentionally droll tone of voice as she turned the machine on. "Just don't have any sex unless you bring protection."

Of course, Blake was immediately sputtering and shouting, "H-hey, we haven't done that in forever, and we agreed that- oh, just shut the fuck up!"

But all the while Yang was laughing, even if she was surprised by the comment. They kept joking about it, even if they hadn't re-engaged in that activity since she and Weiss reunited, but it didn't stop the teasing. Even if she 'barked' right back, "Well, it's not as if we're getting any with how loud you get!"

And just as loudly, Weiss rebutted, "You ride me too hard! Especially in the ass! How do you expect me to keep it down when you're stretching out my-"

"WOW, okay, I do not need to hear this!" Blake laughed uncomfortably.

"Holy fucking shit, I did not think you'd yell about that across the room." Now it was Yang who ended up blushing uncontrollably as she went back to the camera, trying to bring her hair forward to cover her face however she could, groaning behind it.

"You really like that?" Blake called out, clearly intending it for Weiss.

"Sure!" Once her beverage was ready, she came over to stand behind Yang's chair, sipping at the mug. "Was pretty unusual at first, I'll admit, but… now it's a good alternative once in awhile. Sometimes I'm more in the mood for that, to be entirely honest with you."

Now Blake and Yang were both blushing, with Weiss the only one oddly calm. "Huh," the brunette breathed, pressing a hand into her mouth for a few seconds. "I mean, I've done it to Sun a million times, but never felt like I wanted to be on the receiving end…"

"I can't speak for those without a prostate, but it's hella fun even if you don't touch it directly…" The voice came from behind the blonde hair, still slightly muffled as Yang tried to hide away the violently red cheeks. Eventually, when the other two were done laughing at her, she did come out again, taking a sip of her drink to try and distract herself for a little while longer, before suddenly saying, "Hey, you could always save that for the wedding night."

"Good point," Blake laughed, still sounding uncertain. "My regular virginity's a distant memory by now, but the anal kind can be my wedding present to the big dope. Then again, he's just as likely to insist he's the one on bottom."

"Oh, I remember," Weiss chuckled. "He seemed to enjoy Yang's lap the few times we got him to sit on it…"

"You guys just use me as a sex toy to turn him on, I swear to god." Her wife rolled her eyes, looking off to one side. She never meant it, even if it was a very common occurrence when it came to teasing Blake's fiance.

"Don't be fooled by his 'nah, I'm not about that life' act," Blake told Yang with a slightly devilish smirk. "If you ever did want to bend him over the bed, he'd be thrilled." Then she held up a hand to forestall any comments. "Not saying we aren't satisfied with our decision to keep things, you know, separated. Just… he sure is a butt-slut."

"Yes, thank you, Miss Belladonna — soon to be Wukong." The thought was still appealing to her even now. Even if it had been many years of sleeping with Weiss and only Weiss, the occasional fantasy of sleeping with men again did cross her mind. She'd more or less accepted that no matter who her partner was, she was pansexual. It was just that sleeping with someone like Sun meant that she could still be the top.

But that would remain a fantasy. She was happy with who she was with, and happy with their current status. Even if it was only on occasion, they had other things to worry about. More important things.

"Although…"

Blake raised an eyebrow. "Although?"

"Well," Weiss began with a smirk as she calmly slid into Yang's lap, "Our decision stands. But how about… a competition? To span two nights during our honeymoon. First you and I on bottom, then Sun and Yang on bottom. And we see who's the loudest. In the event of a tie, we have one final round of the usual missionary as a tie-breaker."

Seeing that Blake was seriously considering that offer, Yang frantically looked between them back and forth, eventually raising a hand to her face again in an attempt to cover it. "Seriously?! Are you in heat right now or something? First that little ‘idea’ about Neon, and now this! Do I need to hose you down?!"

"Hey, it'd be kind of hot without getting our wires crossed," Blake admitted, though she too was still holding a hand in front of her face. "But… yeah, I'll have to talk it over with Sun. I won't tell him about the back door, since that's a surprise, but just… the other part, and see where we end up."

"Excellent!" Weiss said, cheeks only slightly pink as she wriggled more comfortably into her wife's thighs. "And honestly, it's just a random idea I had, based on… well, another conversation I had recently. No pressure."

"Okay, yeah, good to know there's no pressure," Blake snorted. "Yang, uh, you okay over there?"

"Oh, just fine. I thought we were just asking one another about dinner plans and it leads to sex contests, so I'm a little flustered, that's all." Yang instead tried to go for her coffee, even if Weiss, now present on her lap made that incredibly difficult. But realising how long they'd been on the phone, she asked, "Should I let you go? Gotta get back to work, right?"

"Oh! Good point, I only have ten minutes left on my lunch, so I should probably warm up that tuna-noodle bake. Love you guys — see you Friday, Yang!"

"Text ya later!" And with that, she reached toward the phone, giving a brief wave before she cut off the call. Then she was left with her wife on her lap, who was still smirking even with her faint blush. The smug expression Yang grew to love. "You are a nightmare."

"You have NO idea." As she shifted back and forth, intentionally winding up her wife now, she immediately transitioned into the business they had most hoped to get around to after all the other was taken care of, and using the tail end of her own call to get there. "So about our potential arrangement with Neon. There's a snag that might not be a snag."

"Arrangement with- oh." At least her cheeks were already red, so she didn't have to make any excuses. Sliding her hands around her wife's body to hold her on her lap, she asked, "And what snag is that?"

"She wants to possibly invite Inu. You know, that shy girl from her band?"

"Oh, the cute little mute girl? She wants to make it a foursome? Really?" She assumed the “bonding session” would be more than enough to ask, but now this seemed to be even better than they hoped! More to assist with, should the mood call for it – and if they paired off, no matter who with, it wouldn’t be so awkward and nobody would feel left out. Even if adding more than just Neon made her more nervous.

"YOU KNEW?!" Weiss burst out, drawing back in alarm. Then she deflated, mouth still hanging open. "Why am I always the last one to know anything?! Like honestly, I feel so stupid all the time!"

"You didn't?!" Yang couldn't help but laugh at her misfortune. She really had slipped on noticing so many things. From Yang being trans to even Neon's obvious flirting when on the talk show. Seemed it expanded even to this.

Weiss merely sat there looking grumpy and embarrassed until Yang's laughter died down. Then she continued, "Alright, listen… I just assumed she didn't like me, or wasn't very sociable. My mistake. Anyway, she is pretty cute, I just haven't ever had any reason to think about her before now since — through no fault of my own — I thought she wasn't interested in talking to me, okay?"

Finally Yang nodded, keeping her giggle suppressed as best she could so Weiss didn't have to hear her continuously making fun of her slow realisation skills. Then went back to the subject again. "Yeah… Inu is pretty fucking cute. Would be a good tale."

"Just imagine," she continued softly, settling in against her once more as she gazed up at the ceiling. "Two months of unrestricted exploration with two women as gorgeous as them… and then, when the tour is over, back to our lives like nothing ever happened. No strings."

"Yeah? Well, that does sound pretty interesting…" Even if she wasn’t totally sure about the ‘no strings’ part working. After all, Blake had still acted a little weird around her for a year or so after their ‘no strings’ romps. She pulled Weiss slightly more towards her, lightly groping the ass cheek as she looked up with a slight smirk of her own. "And after two years of worrying about volume, will be nice to just cut loose and forget about it."

Biting her bottom lip, Weiss allowed her eyes to close as she relished the gentle sensations of pleasure, thrived upon them. "Mmm… yeah, and Neon can get pretty loud. Not as loud as me, though. And…" She sighed, though she began to rub her hand up and down Yang's shoulder through her orange t-shirt. "I am sorry that it makes it so hard for us to… to do you-know-what lately. But when you really get me going-"

"Yeah, have you at least thought about the ball gag?" She smirked teasingly, continuing to stroke her backside and keep grasping on occasion, lightly shrugging the shoulder that Weiss was stroking. "So we don't have to worry about it. Last thing we want is tiny feets walking into the room to see what's up with all the racket."

At that moment, Xu-Xu meowed and came up to them, and Weiss blinked down at her. "Silly kitty. Hmm… you may have a point. Let's adjourn to our bedroom." As she stood, she added, "And we talked about all that ball gag and BDSM stuff, and I told you that I am not interested! Handcuffs are kinky enough for me!"

"I never said the rest! Literally just the gag, for noise reasons!" She laughed, taking her hand and following her straight away. As they turned the corner to head up the stairs, however, Yang spared a small wave to Xu-xu, putting on a babying voice. "And you're going to stay down here and be a good girl! Yes you are, yes you are!"

"Or we'll get out the spray bottle again, yes we will, yes we will!" Weiss said in the same cloying tone. Of course, the cat knew no difference in their words, and simply blinked up at them curiously.

Once they were in the room, Weiss kicked the door shut with her heel and whipped her white blouse off so fast that a few buttons popped free, forever ruining it unless she took the time to sew them back on. Which she likely wouldn't. And Yang quickly threw off her top in response, already reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra. It seemed like forever ago that the cast stopped her before. In fact, she could barely remember it at all.

When she threw the bra among their shirts, Yang spared a glance to the digital clock on their bed side table. Three PM. "We got one hour before Ruby gets here. Ready to race?"

"PAH!" Weiss burst out as she shucked her yoga pants and panties all in one go. "We both know that we can get so much done in an hour, it's not even funny!" Then she fluffed out her hair once she was standing there entirely nude. "Now then… what are you gonna do to your 'princess'?"

Still unbuckling her belt and shorts, she was trying to shuffle them and her underwear down as quickly as she could, quickly pushing her own hair up and out her face. Seemed Weiss's lap sitting and teasing had completely paid off, considering Yang was already semi-erect out of the gate.

"Oh I don't know… There's so many things I could do. Maybe I should pin you up against a wall; or bend you over the bed…"

"The wall?" Weiss gasped, face lighting up in excitement. "Wow, we haven't done that since… Belize, I think it was." She began to stride forward. "Do it, if you think you can."

Moving forward to meet her, Yang grasped her arms right away, using them to push her back into the nearest wall with no hope of release. "Don't think I won't," she said with a smirk, before dipping to kiss her more firmly. It'd been so long, no wonder they were each so desperate to rough one another up in the sheets. Or against the nearest flat surface, in this case.

"Nnhhh!" Weiss groaned against the lips crushing down on hers, already feeling Yang's hardness getting harder up against her curling hairs. There was a reason she did not take as much care trimming them lately, but she would reinitiate her beautification rituals from back in her solo tour days soon enough, when she and Yang were on the bus. With or without Neon and her silent companion.

Satisfied she was pinned long enough, her hands released Weiss's wrists, instead moving down her body while they kissed up a storm. Tongues battling, bodies grinding against one another firmly; just like their adrenaline filled days on tour. When they had their moments, it never really changed. Sure, they sped things up by removing their own clothes rather than each other's, and protection was no longer an issue; but in that sense, the two of them never truly grew up. They adored their time together.

"God, your rocket is already clearing the launch pad," Weiss half-laughed, half-groaned as she leaned her neck to the side to allow Yang to have her way with it. But she didn't mind; that was the goal, after all. To enjoy each other with their stolen moment.

"Always is for you." But she immediately fell to biting and suckling without a single care as to who saw the mark afterward. By now neither of them did; anyone who had a problem was simply laughed at by Yang. One hand was brushing it's way over her body, brushing to the small area above the hair. A finger seemed to stroke over something in particular; a scar that wasn't there before. It was only a slight bump of skin, but all the same, Yang fussed over it. Breaking from her kiss to whisper, "Because who can resist your gorgeous body? This included."

Weiss froze and looked away. Collected herself, suppressed strong reactions that wanted to take over the mood. It didn’t take as long as it had once upon a time, and a few seconds later, she was already looking back to Yang, smiling a small, coy smile.

"Apparently, not you," she whispered gratefully.

Noticing the slight funk in her mood, she moved the hand to her hips. Once her diva was smiling again, she brushed that hand downward, pulling Weiss's leg up against her rather firmly. "Are you kidding me?" she asked, pecking at her neck once more. "I don't stand a single chance of turning up my nose at this beautiful prize."

Another sigh, one of great need, escaped Weiss as she hitched herself up higher, wrapping her legs around Yang and locking them at the ankles to help support her weight. Between that and the wall, they were able to keep her weight upward. The thickness grinding up against her clit was delectable, but she couldn't wait to get more out of Yang than just that.

"Fuck me hard," she urged, pressing her cheek urgently against the crown of her head. "Mmhhh… more!"

"You got it, princess." Not lingering to tease further, she drew her hips back, sparing a hand to line herself up with the entrance of her lover's body. Then she surged forward, releasing a needy moan when she felt her length enter the warm, wet folds. The hand returned to her ass to support her again before she set to work. They hadn't time to waste, and were eager to enjoy their precious hour.

Screams of pleasure erupted the instant she felt herself being filled by her wife, head thrown back in ecstasy, arms coming up to wrap around Yang's back as she shifted her hips back and forth. Already, she felt ready to burst — and they had been at it mere seconds! At this rate, they would not only finish, but have time for an episode of Jessica Jones.

It was a good thing they were somewhat alone in the house with the volume of those moans. Not that Xu-Xu would bother them, thanks to the closed door. There was one occasion where the ball of fluff thought it appropriate to hop and curl up on the bedsheets above the couple, despite them quite obviously playing with each other underneath – even trying to pounce on certain bumps under the sheet. Needless to say, it was still a hilarious encounter.

Yang's own moans were simply desperate with need. Pumping herself in and out at a hard and fast pace, she bit her own lip to try and prevent them becoming too loud. For the sake of her own sense of pride more than anything. And Weiss was already fast approaching her own finish. Could she really have been this hard up for time spent alone with Yang? They should never have let themselves get this busy, this often; she would have to start setting aside more time for them to get wild and uninhibited.

"NNhhah! Yang, you're so… GOD, I needed this!"

She'd barely started, but could already feel the telltale signs her wife was about to finish. Not this soon already, she needed more time. Playing this into the game, she leaned in close and purred, "Don't you dare come. I'm not done with you yet."

A little thrill shot down into Weiss’s stomach; she loved when she was forceful. Just enough of a thrill, being commanded like that… and besides, she wanted to see how much better she could feel if she held out longer. Nodding her understanding, she tried to suppress the onslaught of pleasure that the thrusting was bringing her, licking her lips as she was bounced up and down against the wall. Yang was like an animal, unhinged and wild, desperately set on one thing and one thing only. There was a moan each time she pushed deep into her lover's body, feeling as Weiss's muscles twitched in a desperate attempt to hold off. She knew she wouldn't be able to for long, but hopefully enough time so she could find her own release. Which at this rate was building fast.

Alas, Weiss couldn't manage it any longer than that. All she had time to pant was, "K-keep going, don't stop!" before she was already riding out an orgasm unlike any she had felt in weeks. It was as sudden as it was intense.

And Yang didn’t stop. She continued to pump fast and hard, even when Weiss's muscles were trying to clamp onto her member, trying to get something out of it. The build up was quick, but getting to the finish line wasn't quite as quick at arriving.

Or arriving at all. An annoyed groan later she stopped, slipping herself out of Weiss's body. Her member was still hard, and now more or less dripping with Weiss's juices but even that wasn't enough.

"It's no good… I can't quite get there. Damnit."

"Now I… remember why we haven't done this in a while," Weiss laughed breathlessly as she was slowly let down to stand on her own. "Takes too long. Take me to the bed."

As she had become accustomed to Yang throwing her over her shoulder, it had happened so many times, she didn't even truly ask about it anymore. Which was exactly what happened; Yang lifted her up and over, quickly pacing toward the bed while she still had herself in its full glory. There was no way she wanted that to fade yet, not when they were barely fifteen minutes into their hour. While they both giggled, she tossed Weiss down into the plush mattress, about to climb on top of her when…

She paused, spying the bedside drawer. And remembered something they hadn't done in a long long time. It'd been the initial subject of her phone call with Blake, ironically enough, yet she could barely remember the last time they tried. Pausing as she was straddled over Weiss's hips, she asked, "What about… you taking me?"

"How about you taking me?" Weiss playfully teased, but she wasn't truly going to ignore her wife's request. Instead, she thumbed over her shoulder at the table. "Go on, get your best friend, but… I want you to play with me a little more first, if that's alright."

"That can easily be arranged…" She grinned, crawling over her petite wife to get to the bedside drawer. Shuffling through the various things placed in there to hide the particularly raunchy items, she pulled out the bottle of lubricant first, and then hesitated. "Hmm… double-ender, or you want me to just hit your clit this round?"

"Ooh, you're so playful today… I can't decide." Her smile was genuine; this was a lot of fun for her. "Get a few toys out and we'll figure it out later. Right now… just use your tongue. God, I miss that tongue…"

Nodding in agreement with her wife, Yang did as she was asked, pulling out the few toys they had. Their first, the icey blue friend from that video together, a double ended yellow one, a butt plug and a small vibrator. Then she went back to work. Climbing down her lover's body, she left a trail of kisses down the soft delicate skin, hands grasping her legs to prise them apart. All Weiss did was stretch out luxuriously, a contented smile on her face. Having just climaxed, she really loved having that moment to simply bask in the worship, to let Yang's lips graze over her…

Even her soft thatch of hair, which she had flinched at earlier. It did not happen a second time; she merely moaned slightly lower, loving how much her bodyguard loved her as she began to glide her toes up and down Yang's hips and thighs, trying to repay the attention in some small way. They had plenty of time to spare, plenty of time to slow down and give attention to Yang’s favourite body in the world. Even if Weiss was touchy about certain areas these days, Yang wasn’t. She would lavish the faint marks with attention, kissing continuously, all the way along the length of it.

"You've given me so much," she seemed to whisper directly to the skin, kissing one more time before she started to make her way lower. "Allow me, princess, to give back."

"Anytime," she responded, with tears of gratitude in her eyes. They wouldn't quite fall, she was past that by now, but they always welled up slightly when Yang was so considerate.

And then the eyes fell closed with a sigh of pleasure when lips hit home. "Ooh…"

This time, Yang treated her lover’s flower it with delicate care. A huge contrast between the rough treatment she'd given it not even five minutes ago. Not wanting to disappoint, she allowed her tongue to dip between the lips. Arching her back into the contact, Weiss allowed her legs to come to a rest on Yang's hips while the tongue worked its magic. Even though she had already finished, she wanted more; always more from Yang, she needed it! Licking her lips, her idle hands came up to squeeze her own chest, hoping to coax that much more pleasure from the moment.

Feeling her lips curl into a smile, she continued to savour the flavours of her lover, kissing and licking and dipping her tongue all around the softer skin. Occasionally she made sure to raise her tongue more than usual, flicking it across the surface of the delicate nub at the top. Just enough to give her a taste of what was to come. Every instant that the wet muscle met her nub, the diva bucked upward, as if chasing the sensation. And in a way, she was, though at the same time she also relished the chase, and welcomed waiting for Yang to pursue her again.

Lightly smirking this time, she waited for when Weiss seemed to be unsuspecting… and then did it again. And she continued that pattern, waiting until her guard was down before attacking. It wasn't until the fifth time it happened that she started to giggle, looking up to her from below with a cheeky grin.

"Stop teasing!" Weiss gasped breathlessly, bringing her heel down on Yang's back. "You're… so bad!"

"I know." She giggled, wincing at the brief pain from the kick. "But you already came once. That's not fair."

"And I'd want you to come five or six times if it was possible, but… we know there's only one way you can technically do it twice." Reaching over blindly, she was finally able to pick up and present Yang with the correct implement; the yellow one. "Care to… share the banana?"

She rolled her eyes, hitching herself up to take it from her. "And here I thought you were gonna treat me. Rude." But there was still a smile on her face when she crawled over again to fetch the bottle of lube, sitting it by Weiss's side for a moment so she could prepare the rest. Holding the 'giving' end toward her, she smirked. "Open wide."

Amused, she did as Yang asked — to the best of her abilities. Though Weiss may have been complaining about her aging body a few minutes ago, it wasn't as if she was taking the passage of time lying down; she was still in damn good shape. She curled her abdomen inward, reaching down and clasping her ankles to pull her feet up and position them behind her head.

"Is… this wide enough?"

Every time, Yang was amazed at the displays Weiss put on for her. She remembered how flexible Blake was, but when she told Weiss that, she was determined to beat her. And that training seemed to pay off, certainly now more than ever.

"It's good… But." She held up the dildo again, looking between it, and where it would be pushed into. "You're making this difficult to put on."

"Too bad," Weiss goaded with a grin, obviously clenching her hindmuscles. "Let's see how you pull this off; I'm curious now."

"Geeze, you make this difficult," she groaned, looking toward the now-tightened opening of her lover again. This position was going to make it so much more filling for her, but also so awkward for Yang to work with. Still, she was up for the challenge. Shuffling toward her target, she held up the yellow cock, slowly lining up the end of it with her entrance. Gradually, she pushed it up against her, slowly applying more pressure to push it inside.

"Ohhhh, that's what I like," the diva groaned in an almost obscene voice, eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of the length filling her. None of the toys were that small, but the thing she liked about this end of the yellow one was that it was just about the same size as Yang. Meanwhile, the other end… well, that was quite a bit larger.

Once it was fully slid inside, Yang took a long look at her while holding up the straps on either side. Which was making it increasingly difficult to determine how she would do it. She couldn't thread it around herself like normal, or move her legs much from that position. Eventually, she just blushed and let out a whine of annoyance.

"Stop ogling and start strapping," Weiss taunted. But when Yang only scratched her head, she rolled her eyes and lowered her legs with a slight grunt, pushing her hips up off the bed. "Is this easier for you?"

"Was that so hard to do instead of just showing off, Mrs Flexible?" she asked sarcastically, finally getting back to work now she could reach things properly. Strapping the ends around both her legs to keep it in place, she was finally ready to take her.

Of course, while Yang waited for a response, she was also looking at the much bigger end. The one she'd be receiving. It was slightly bigger than their icey blue friend in width, but Yang assured Weiss she could handle it. And a handful of times, she certainly did. Still, the sight was always one that made her weak in the knees.

Licking her lips as she watched Yang gaze at the opening, unbelievably turned on by the notion, Weiss couldn't resist any longer. Voice husky and needy, she whispered, "Hand me that lube and get your ass over my face. You have no idea how much I want to get you ready for my cock."

Immediately, Yang’s blush doubled. She looked in shock back at Weiss again, barely able to believe how forward she was being today. But she loved it and wasn't about to argue. Still needy herself, she did just as she was asked, handing the bottle straight over and climbing toward her, turning herself around once close enough so she'd present herself.

"Whatever you say, princess."

"Don't act like we don't both know how much you love it," Weiss breathed, taking in the glorious sight. Perhaps she didn't speak this plainly all the time, and it had been a while since they got to have a good, long session like this, but she had made no secret of how much fun she found toying with the tight little opening below her lover's organ.

Which was partly why she wasted no time in drawing it down closer, pressing her lips up against the tightly-puckered skin with a contented little mewl. And why Yang bit her lip, suppressing the shaky moan that attempted to escape. The fact she hadn't yet come was really taking its toll on her, making her grow desperate with desire and lust. She could even feel the slight chill from where it was still wet with her wife’s essence. But if only she could place such wetness to the opening Weiss required.

At least she knew her lover would handle that with the lubricant. She enjoyed doing that, and often insisted she'd do it over Yang herself.

However, the smaller woman was still engaged in prelubrication. As her thumb flicked open the bottle next to her, the other hand kept Yang's hips still as she pressed her tongue up against the ring of muscle as hard as she could, trying to worm her way inside without any forewarning or coaxing.

"NNNN!!! Jesus, is it even possible to work out with your t-tongue?!" she asked, trying to suppress the moans once more as she let Weiss do her work, feeling the attempts to push inside very easily. Grasping the bedsheets tightly for a moment to try and hold on, she slowly looked backwards at what was happening, barely able to keep herself contained. The moans into the skin were completely uninhibited, but she didn't take long to fully enjoy them before she was bringing up the bottle and drizzling the clear liquid onto where her tongue had just opened very slightly.

"Do you have any idea how much I wish we had more time than we do today?" she sighed shakily as she brought one fingertip up to rest against the slicked skin, pressing in gently. "It's been like, five seconds, and I miss the taste of your ass already… weird as that sounds, I know."

"I never said it was weird when you first admitted you liked the taste, I sure as hell ain't gonna start saying it now." Hanging onto the sheets even still as she felt the tip begin to slide inside, she let out a moan of her own, grinning in sheer delight as her finger easily penetrated it, and teasingly began to open her up. "Thaaaaat's it, right like that…"

Biting her lip — partly just because she was enjoying participating in the show, but partly to further enjoy the lingering taste of Yang on her lips — she watched as her finger slid all the way into the tight little opening, looked on in detached wonder as it drew out again. Feeling some resistance, she raised the bottle and added a little more, letting it start to drip down around the sides before she pushed again. A few more repeated attempts, and it was flying in and out of Yang freely.

She knew her weakness too well. Sure, getting her dick off was good, but this had her wife singing. Each time the finger slid inside, she couldn't hold back, letting out yet another needy moan into the air. And now it was going at a rapid pace, it was becoming very difficult not to jerk herself off whilst this was happening.

Speaking of which… Holding her hand back, she tried to stop her moans a moment, asking, "The bottle… Lemme prepare you."

That made Weiss pause entirely. "Oh, you… want to prepare me, too?" Her abdomen clenched, which Yang would have to be completely overtaken by the throes of the teasing in her hindquarters to miss. Gulping, she glanced over at the black plug; it had been so long since they used that, and with good reason. It was not at all petite. Her secondary entrance was only used to Yang being in there, and not the wider girth of said toy.

"Yeah, make things slide all the more easier," Yang explained. Although she noticed the clenching, and sudden anticipation when it came to her suggestion, she hadn't seemed to have guessed what Weiss was thinking. Only moving one of her hands to the banana for a moment. Seemed they were both on a slightly different page and didn't realise it.

Gulping at the thought of being double-penetrated for only the second or third time in her life, and the first with the hefty plug they had purchased primarily for Yang's needs, Weiss nodded and reached over to grasp it, passing both it and the bottle to her wife.

"Okay, j-just… just go slow?"

"…W-wait, what?" Suddenly appearing to have noticed what Weiss was implying, she looked at the items being handed to her. All she had expected was to be taken herself with the other end of the strap on, and then to put the rest away. Now Weiss wanted to use that as well? She really did want to cram everything into one hour. "You serious? You want this?"

"Yeah! I mean… wait, was that not what you were talking about?" Letting out a weakly nervous laugh, she licked her lips and said, "O-oh. Wow, I guess I really have ass on the brain." Then she giggled and said, "Does that make me a butthead?"

Chuckling to herself, Yang crawled forward and away from Weiss's finger at last, shuffling forward enough to prepare things down below. "Yep, it sure does. But who can blame you, it's been a while." Bringing the bottle up into her hands, she squeezed a hearty helping onto the yellow dildo first, getting right to work as she stroked it up and down, thoroughly soaking the entirety of what wasn’t inside her wife. There were times where she'd make her grip rather tight, enough to make the other side pump in and out of her.

Then she let a little more drizzle down between Weiss’s cheeks. Once the bottle was set down, she slid a finger into her – all at once. By now, they both knew her princess’s ass could take that with almost no effort. It pumped in and out of her until she felt the muscles give, ready to receive more.

"Mmhhh," Weiss sighed, allowing her eyes to close from the dull pleasure of the twin sensations. "Yeah… jack me off, you beautiful woman. Make your man proud."

Smirking to herself, she continued to coat the length as wet as she could. That in addition to how wet her own opening was, thanks to Weiss, she knew this would be an easy and smooth ride. Now it was her turn. She looked over her shoulder to deliberately check Weiss was looking, holding the large plug into her view. Then with the other hand, she squeezed a large helping of the liquid all over it. "And does my man… want his butt to be claimed?"

The fleeting relief that Weiss had felt when the attention returned to the "banana" was now draining away as she stared at the implement again. Her lips parted, and she had intended to go ahead and tell her wife that maybe they shouldn't bother tonight. That she liked the idea, but wanted to work up to it gradually; worry about the huge thing another time.

What came out was, "Yes."

However, Yang noticed the worried expression. It was true that they didn’t play with Weiss’s butt nearly as much as the other way around – well, with the exception of Yang claiming it with her cock. But she could give her the choice. Turning around to line her cheeks up with the phallus, she placed the plug down a moment to pick up the last toy she'd picked out. The vibrator. It was a lot smaller in comparison, however, if she was already penetrated in one hole, it would be plenty.

"Seriously, we can just use this baby instead if you don't want the plug. I know it's fucking huge; not the biggest on the market, but a lot to take up the ass."

"Maybe I want you to use both," she joked, not even laughing or smiling at the quip as she considered. "But… no, we have to use a plug; the other thing would fall out once I start fucking you." Then she took a deep breath. "You've opened up my ass a hundred times. I think I'm ready to… at least try this thing. See if I can take it. And if it doesn’t work, that’s fine."

"Well, alright, Princess." And here she was thinking she could get her end, but Weiss was so insatiable she needed more – and what Weiss wanted, Weiss got. Retrieving the plug again and putting the vibrator back, she climbed down once again to between Weiss's legs. Pressing the tapering end of the well-lubricated silicon between those cheeks, she lined it up with the slightly-loosened ring of muscle, starting to rotate around it to open her.

"Ohhhh God," Weiss breathed shakily, cheeks moving from side to side at the sensation. "Oh, I hope I open right up for it…" But already, she loved the sensation against her skin; she knew she would, she always had. It was only the thought of how much pressure was about to befall the tightly-puckered opening that kept her from letting go to enjoy the magic befalling her body.

When she felt Weiss relaxing more, Yang began to push pushing harder, rolling the plug around to open her up as much as possible. Easing gently, bearing in mind how much bigger it was toward the base than Yang’s cock. Pressing her cleaner hand to her face, Weiss panted with the effort of not crying out at the intensity. It was so big! Too big, possibly, but it was only about halfway inside of her. Maybe this wouldn’t work, but how would she know if she didn't try? Part of her said that she should be taking out the yellow one while trying this, but somehow, it was also making it easier to take; the whole area being stimulated made her muscles feel more alive, ready for anything. And this certainly qualified as "anything"!

"Doing okay?" she asked, pushing more of it inside even firmer. It was beginning to surpass the width of the strap on itself, the bigger end that Yang was going to take, gradually getting even wider. Still taking in the sight, she could barely believe how much her petite girlfriend could handle.

"WAIT!" Weiss finally gasped out when she felt the pleasure very slightly starting to edge closer to pain – a warning sign both women had learned to heed after a few unfortunate incidents. "Just… it needs a second to catch up!"

“Okay.” Holding it still again, her bodyguard gazed in awe at just how much she had taken already. Above halfway; and only a tiny amount to go. But still, she looked back up to try and catch her expression. "You're like, a finger's width off from the end, y'know. You gonna be okay?"

A weak nod. "Y-yeah… but if you kept going before… I think it would have been bad." Swallowing, she brushed her bangs away from her face; they were beginning to stick. "Can you… twist it a little, stimulate the skin?"

Tilting her head in response, she turned her hand slowly around, spinning the plug within her, inside the right ring of muscle it was forced into. "Like this?"

"NNhhhhhHH! More lube!" she demanded weakly, though her legs were shifting this way and that in extreme pleasure. Even if she might need more lubrication, it being rough was definitely not making her change her mind.

Drawing a very small amount of the plug back out again, Yang went to grasp the bottle, squirting a hearty helping around her skin, and the length itself. Managing to rub it against both, she attempted again, turning the plug around and around to spread the coating evenly.

"Ohhh… okay, I think… yeah, we're good now, it's good… thank you, baby." Her eyes were full of love for the bodyguard suddenly, lips turned up into an adoring smile even as she panted with the effort of weathering the bullet being ground past her defenses.

Nodding, she smiled back for a moment before getting right back to it. Slowly she pushed her hand forward again, stretching Weiss out wider and wider… back to where they were at before, and beyond, until she finally felt the skin accept the rest of it, releasing as the grip took the entire plug in for her and the base sat against her backside.

There was a little "AH!" from Weiss at the plug going all the way in, and then she relaxed completely. "Oh… ooh… oh that feels… interesting…" The two masses inside of her were pressing into one another through the membranes of her body, and it was not an altogether unpleasant sensation. Just a new one.

Simply taking a moment to stare, Yang was blushing anew yet again. Her lover, now with her bigger sized plug inside her dark opening, was ready to go. Phallus lubed up and waiting, just begging to be ridden. Not to mention, Weiss was filled in both her entrances. Not only would this be fantastic for Yang, but it would be something new altogether for her wife.

Grasping the phallus and slowly jerking it up and down again, she asked, "So… how do you want me? Facing you?"

"Ohhhh yeah," Weiss replied without hesitation, twitching all over from even that slight pressure in her cavity. Both of them, now. "That's… yeah, I want to see you… watch you enjoy me…"

Half closing her eyes seductively, she nodded, soon climbing over her yet again to get into position. Straddling her lover's hips, she leant right forward, sparing one of her hands to reach down to grasp the dick of her lover. After a brief pat around, she found it. Pulling it in toward her, she continued to make eye contact with her while she maneuvered that into position, lining it up with her moistened entrance. Until finally, she began to slide down, eyes slightly widening as she felt the pleasure swim through her.

"God, Yang, you look so good!" Weiss glowed, watching as the implement slowly sank deeper and deeper into her the lower her body went. Though Yang's beautiful example of a sex was partially obstructing her view, she still valued both highly, wanting to reach down and play with everything in sight. Again, another time.

Sliding down all the more, Yang eventually let out more needy moans into the air, leaning back to stare at the ceiling as she tried to process. It was so big! And so long… It always felt like something close to a train ramming its way in every time. But she loved every second. Sooner than usual, her cheeks landed right into Weiss’s lap as she moaned out again, "G-god… Ah…"

Weiss couldn’t resist. Even though it was very slightly mean, she moved her hips from side to side a bit earlier than she normally would. She also let out a quiet gasp of pleasure from it shifting inside herself before asking in a playful voice, “Does my wife like being filled by her husband?”

"Is that a trick question?" she asked, adjusting the position of her knees so she was straddling her again, making it much easier to shift herself upward to pull it out slightly. Biting her lip again, she struggled to keep in another moan. It was pushing against her inner walls so easily with each shift, touching all different areas. It felt fantastic! "Of course I do."

Already, Weiss felt almost as if she could finish again; the sensations paired with the sights were incredible, and that was without the mammoth thing inside her rear entrance. She really could scarcely stand it! Yet she wanted it there, was happy to be teased in two different ways at once. Always had been; this was just taking it to the next level.

Forcing herself back down onto it again, Yang looked straight back into Weiss's eyes again when she moaned out, pressing one of her hands onto one of the bare breasts before her. Meanwhile, she didn’t know if she should use her other hand to toy with Weiss more, or for leverage in case her knees didn't suffice. Yet also felt a dying need for something else, the sensation that had never been allowed to come to a close. That needed to be handled.

Once sure Weiss was watching, she reached downward, grasping her length and beginning to jerk firmly, matching the pace of her mild movements on Weiss's fake cock, moaning even more. "Mmm… Yeah."

"HEY!" Weiss yelped out, slapping weakly at Yang's hand as it stroked her erect length feverishly. "What… do you think you're doing with that? It… belongs to me! You have to ask!"

"O-oh, right." Releasing it from her grip, she instead placed it on her stomach a moment, slowing her riding down to give her enough time to ask. "Please, may I stroke myself?"

But to Yang's surprise, what Weiss said was, "No." Then she reached down and grasped it firmly herself, biting her lip at the sensation of her own essence mixing with the small amount that had already escaped from the head. This wasn’t the easiest angle to jerk her off from, but she really wanted to. "No, you may not. Just ride me."

Looking down at Weiss's hand, she nodded in agreement, placing her hand back down to better balance herself as she rode her “husband” again, doing just what she asked. Nodding to show that she understood, and eagerly waited for what was to come. The delicate hand angled up, holding the cock just right so that with every bounce up and down on the rigid length within her, Yang would also end up thrusting into her fist. Seeing as how each bounce also shoved the length inside her tortured sex right up against the filling presence in her other orifice, she somehow almost felt as if she were fucking herself in the ass.

Why was that idea so hot?!

Fucking Weiss’s hand was all the motivation Yang needed to go faster. Allowing herself to be filled over and over, she thrust harder, quicker. The moans practically poured through her mouth as she looked toward her with a grin, even starting to laugh.

"Oh, this is amusing to you, is it?" Weiss teased breathlessly, licking her lips as she felt Yang sliding in and out of her fingers, teasing everything in the back region of herself. "We'll… see how funny you find it… NOW!"

And with that, she began to raise her hips up to meet Yang's with increasing frequency, nearly doubling how hard and fast she rammed into her over and over. The screams of pleasure only got louder. Such a thick cock, and the fist was curled so tight around her own! The more she backed her hips to meet with Weiss's own, the closer she was getting. Especially when on a few particular thrusts, she felt her favourite spot being assaulted again and again, unable to help the higher pitched squeal that came from her when it did.

Meanwhile, Weiss was trying not to scream out from her own mistreatment; every thrust up into Yang slammed the other end into her fragile sex, torturing her insides so much that she could feel her toes tingling, her knees weakening. This was so good — and she had needed it so, so bad.

"HNNN! Aaah! Weiss!" One particularly hard thrust hit Yang's spot, making her entire lower half shudder. And then each thrust was hitting it over and over. Legs shuddering, muscles starting to clamp onto that thick length sailing in and out of her body… She could feel it now, she was incredibly close. "Faster!" she begged, licking her lips to try and regain a little composure for the end. "Y-your hand… I-it's g-gonna…!"

So it was time. Weiss had been preparing for this; she knew what she wanted. Maybe it wouldn't happen, but she had one chance to do what she could. Curling her abdomen inward, she leaned up as much as she could with the other elbow that wasn't busy helping Yang. Then, once she was as far forward as she could comfortably get…

Her hand moved faster up and down Yang while she squeezed tighter than usual. The added pressure might bring about a result they both wanted. By now they were rather practiced at this; it worked a few times, and Weiss was delighted with the results, but others it simply lead to embarrassment or even a laughable moment. Still to this day, Yang had no idea why her wife enjoyed that so much, when most would brand it as disgusting.

But finally, after a few firmer thrusts into her backside, Yang's mouth fell open, gasping loudly as she felt the waves of intense pleasure flow through her entire being, length throbbing in Weiss's grip as it shot out its seed fast and hard. She never got to see where it went, her eyes were closed tightly while she felt the pure ecstasy taking over. More shudders of joy went across her lower half. It had been far too long since she got to enjoy an orgasm as intense as this one.

An orgasm so intense that it led to Weiss's, as well — not purely from Yang gasping, but from the feeling of hot seed splashing across her cheek. She'd made it. She had not missed her mark!

"NNHAAAAHHH!!!!" she moaned out in pure joy as she climaxed again, feeling more droplets landing on her stomach. Only the one spurt had made it all the way up toward her face, but one was enough to send her gasping and shivering, completely overjoyed.

Letting the waves fizzle out gradually, Yang came to rest on Weiss's lap, completely content. The length was still fully inside her, something she didn't want to shift just yet. It felt good there, oddly warm and filling. She needed to simply savour the moment, especially now that her lover had climaxed as well.

The clock on the bedside table read 3:40pm. Twenty minutes: plenty of time to cool down and take care of everything.

"Want the plug out?" she asked when Weiss had finished her own screaming.

"Ahhh… not yet," Weiss sighed. "Let's take care of… other stuff first." Her hands glided up and down Yang's thighs now, and she let out a small chuckle when she felt a little of the cum being smeared on the skin from where it had dripped onto her thumb. "Oops… sorry about that."

"Nice." She laughed, still not completely moving off it when she leant forward to fetch a tissue from the box on the table, biting her lip when the yellow presence shifted back inside her when she sat down again. "Gah… That's what these tissues are for, you know. Don't wipe it on me!" But still, she took care of the mess, dabbing her own skin and the top of her member, then moving on to her wife's stomach and cheek.

"Thank you," she told her doting wife primly as she was cleansed, smiling as if she were a queen on her throne instead of a girl with two implements deep inside of her, naked on her back. "Now… I have something I want to do for you. Maybe you can guess what it is without any hints, but here's one; I'll need a glove."

"Does this mean I have to get up?" she asked, teasingly moving her hips side to side, but also biting her lip at the sensations it caused to her insides.

"Up off the banana, at the least." Once Yang started to lean up slightly, she reached forward and weakly swatted at her hip. "Come on; time is a luxury today! Let me get in there, I want my baby to have two O's like I did!"

"Alright, alright. I just find the banana appealing, okay?" She let that pun sink for a short moment, listening to her wife groan as she pulled herself upward, unable to help the small shudder that happened when she was out entirely. Once that was done she straddled Weiss's hips again. "Where do you want me?"

"In me." Then she let out a theatrical sigh and shrugged. "However, since I doubt you'll be 'up' for that…"

Apparently, Yang wasn't the only one who could make jokes. Sighing as she looked down to her member, now limp and lacklustre, she took a moment to reach for the gloves in the drawer. "Less taunting, more fingering, Wifey."

"Hey, I am capable of multitasking." But the taunting smile gave way to a more earnest one. "You want it on your back so I can really get in there? It's been a good while since your spot and I had a chance to bond."

"Now you're talkin'." She purred with delight, hopping off her lap and instead laying to one side on her back, spreading her legs to give Weiss more than enough of the room she needed. "It's been way too long."

Leaning up and sliding her arm over Yang's thigh, gazing down, she couldn't help the greedy little smirk that crept over her face as she began to pull the glove on. "Ooohhh, where shall I begin? Everything looks so good; I can't decide." Her now-gloved fingertips poked Yang's soft sack, making sure to avoid its contents for fear of hurting her.

"Hmm…" Instinctively she tensed, but nonetheless rested a leg up on her diva's shoulder, looking up with a smile. "Well, it's all yours. I think that was the agreement when I married you right?"

"True." As her fingers came to a rest up against Yang's slick entrance, feeling how it was already so wide open and ready to receive more, she leaned down to press her lips up against the fragile sack. "All mine, and all delicious."

Quickly glancing at the clock once more, just to double check, she then looked back toward her with another smirk, tensing the muscles deliberately against the fingers. "Well you better hurry then, clock's ticking."

Nodding, Weiss leaned up and took the partially-softened cock into her mouth. The muted salty tang of her essence hit her taste buds as she groaned against the flesh, swirling her tongue around the head as two of her fingers began to slide past her wife's loosened opening. Right away, Yang felt slight relief from feeling such wetness touching the member again after it'd become sore from the movements of her strokes, so feeling its coolness made her grin with delight. Just as the fingers heading into her backside did, which she bit her lip to try and suppress a louder noise. Her diva really was determined to make her go again!

The stirring didn't go unnoticed; Yang was getting slightly more aroused from her teasings. Of course, Weiss already knew that the chances of getting Yang all the way hard again weren't high, let alone a second spurting. But just feeling the warm flesh in her mouth was reason enough for her to keep going — so long as Yang didn't complain of discomfort.

And speaking of which… a pleased little chuckle sounded in her throat when she felt the little ridged mass she had been seeking out, deep within her lover. There it was.

"O-ooohh…" A quiet, but content purr sounded out from her bodyguard, unable to help when her legs twitched against Weiss's shoulders. Laying her head back and grinning from ear to ear, her wife was going to fuss over her favourite spot again and again, going to bring her to a second clima-

DING DONG!

[ktrsss1fics]

Fergie and Niall!!!! What was their first meeting like? Did Fergie instantly dislike Niall? What was Niall's first thought about Fergie?

“So what’s she like?” Niall asked cutting the tops of a bundle of carrots.

“Knowing you, you’re gonna be hooked.” David said sticking some branches of rosemary in the bottom of the chicken dish in front of him.

Niall could feel that special type of heat crawl up his neck before taking residence in his cheeks. “Why do you say that?”

“Just wait until you meet her.” Dave said heading towards the oven.

“You’re real shit at describing someone Davey.” Niall said dryly.

“Georgina is just - I don’t know.” Dave paused trying to think of the best way to describe one of his oldest friends. “She’s quick with it. She don’t take shit from anyone. But she’s got like a big heart.”

“She’s the type of girl Maura would love.” Dave said placing the chicken in the oven.

“Wow.” Niall said impressed by Dave’s assessment.

Since he had become famous, Niall’s love life had been a bit touchy. He’d bring girls home but they never passed the test. His mother had been on his case about finding a nice girl. He wanted to but didn’t have time. He was too busy being a popstar.

If this girl called Georgina could pass her mother’s test then maybe she was something special.

“She just got out of a messy relationship. She got hired at some small law firm that her aunt’s mate owns. She doesn’t have a place to live so she’s stayin here.” Dave explained. “You’ll see enough of her before ya leave again.”

“She’s been my mate since primary school. Her and Britt have been friends since birth.” Dave added.

“Got it. Georgina. Twenty-one. Single. Been mates since nappies.” Niall mumbled to himself as he started laying his carrots in a serving dish to be placed in the oven.

“Oh! And she doesn’t let just anyone call her by her first name though - not after her ex.” Dave said getting a bowl to mash some potatoes. “If you’re new, it’s Fergie.”

“What happened?” Niall asked adding a few of the other vegetables he had cut to the dish.

“Marcus.” Dave said disgusted. “That’s a long story for another day.”

Niall just nodded as his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from Brittany. She had made it to LAX but the plane was stuck on the runway.

“The girls are gonna be a bit.” Niall said before responding to the text.

“Britt text ya?” Dave asked placing a towel over his shoulder.

“She’s peeved you don’t have yours on ya.” He said wiggling his phone.

“An award-winning chef doesn’t need distractions.” Dave joked.

“Motherfucker.” Niall shook his head at the arrogance of his friend.

“Anyways, you spend five minutes with Georgie and you’ll want her around all the time.” Dave smiled. “She’s a laugh.”

Niall simply nodded. He was keen on meeting this girl. From what he had heard, she seemed pretty cool. He was used to meeting new people so he wasn’t too nervous about it. He was excited to get to share his favorite spots in LA with someone from across the pond.

Through his travels, he had found places that reminded him of home. They were nice to have when those close to him were feeling a bit homesick.

The next hour was filled with a lot of laughter as the two men finished preparing dinner. Dave grabbed a bed sheet from the linen closet and placed it across the table in the corner to use as an impromptu tablecloth.

“Do they know we are cooking?” Niall asked grabbing some plates from the cupboard.

“No.” Dave laughed. “Thought I’d surprised them.”

“So we just cooked a full on feast for two women who have no idea?” Niall raised an eyebrow at his friend’s stupidity.

“Yeah, what’s the issue bruv?” Dave asked confused by Niall’s concern. “I never cook. They’ll love it.”

“So Britt worked all day and had to fight through LAX traffic to pick up her friend who has spent nearly a days worth of time on an airplane and is currently stuck on the runway because the gates are too crowded,” Niall said. “And you think they are just going to shit rainbows about eating basically a four course meal with no wine or dessert?”

“Ehhh. They’ll forget all about that.” Dave shrugged.

Niall shook his head. “I’m surprised Brittany is still dating you.”

“I’m good in the sack. That’s about it.” Dave admitted.

“You are such an idiot, David.” Niall laughed.

“But you still love me.” Dave winked as he headed to the dishwasher to grab some silverware.

Niall cackled as he left the living room and headed down the hallway to the restroom. As soon as he shut the door, his phone buzzed. One of his minders sent him a text asking when he needed to be picked up. He sent back a vague text not really knowing what the evening was going to hold for him.

After he finished his business, he left the restroom but was preoccupied by the text messages that were rapidly popping up on the screen of his phone. His thumb moved quickly as he tried to think of a polite way to tell someone to fuck off. His brain was drawing a blank.

As he rounded the corner to get back to the living room, Niall slammed into someone.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled as he slid his phone into his pocket.

He looked up and froze. Standing before him was one of the most attractive women he had ever seen. Her hair was a mess, her face was bare, and she looked like she wanted to murder him. But there was something in her eyes that drew him in.

His mouth hung open as he attempted to think of something witty to say.

It didn’t work.

“It’s okay. Um the bathroom is…” She asked trailing off at the end trying to make things less awkward.

“Oh right. It’s that one right there.” Niall said pointing out one of the doors.

“Thanks. Been holdin’ it since somewhere over Texas.” She said with a laugh that made his heart skip a beat.She slid past him and headed down the hallway.

Niall made his way to the living room. He sent his phone the coffee table before taking up a seat on the couch. He closed his eyes trying tune out the argument that was happening in the kitchen.

She wasn’t like he’d expected. He pictured someone like Dave’s sister Meghan - dark hair, light eyes, and a whole lot of spunk. The girl he ran into was so much better.

A few minutes passed. The cushion beneath him compressed as he felt someone sit down. Niall opened his eyes and found a friendlier face staring back at him.

“I’m Fergie.” She said sticking on her hand.

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” He said shaking her hand. “I’m Niall.”

“Don’t believe anything David told you.” Georgina said with a smile. “He’s known to lie.”

“After I heard his Kate Moss story, I figured that was the case.” Niall laughed.

“Oh fuck.” She sighed leaning back into the sofa. “He still tells people that. How ridiculous.”

“It really wasn’t her, was it?” Niall asked in a low voice.

Georgina shook her head. “He made it up because he didn’t want to admit that he really busted his lip trying to learn to roller skate.”

Niall let out a laugh. “Wow.”

Georgina nodded towards the kitchen. “What’s up with them?”

“Britt’s giving him a lashing about the food we made.” Niall said resting his head on the back of the couch.

“He did know the Queen wasn’t coming to dinner, right?” She replied dryly.

“Tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn’t listen.” Niall sighed.

“I told them I’d just want a snack and a nap when I got in.” She explained.

“I don’t blame ya.” Niall said.

“How long are you in town for?” Georgina asked trying to make conversation.

Niall looked at her surprised.

“She told me.” Georgina explained before adding, “And my baby cousins love you guys.”

He nodded before yawning. “Few more days.”

“Are you staying here too?” She asked.

He didn’t know why but the casual tone of her voice got his insides fired up. She didn’t freak on him. She was calm, cool, and collected. He didn’t care what happened as long as he was allowed to continue this conversation with her.

“I mean I’m over here enough that I should be but this time I’m not. I’ve got a hotel room.” Niall said.

Georgina yawned. “Lucky you.”

The next twenty minutes were filled with mindless conversation. He could tell she was closed off but that just made him want to continue talking to her. Niall scanned her face trying to commit every curve to memory. She was stunning but he knew she was off-limits. He could only hope that one day, her walls would come down and he was the one she let in.

[howyougetthenerd]

Did you see Katy's quote? She sounds like she's telling the truth tbh

“There’s a situation. Honestly, she started it and it’s time for her to finish it. And I tried to talk to her about it, and she wouldn’t speak to me… It was a full shut down and then she writes a song about me. And I’m like, ‘Okay, cool, cool, cool, that’s how you want to deal with it?’ Karma! I’m ready for that B.S. to be done. Now, there is the law of cause and effect. You do something, and there is going to be a reaction. And trust me, daddy, there’s going to be a reaction. I think personally that women together, not divided – and like none of this petty sh-t – women together will heal the world.”

This? You call “she started it?” telling the truth? Who’s this, a 34 y.o. popstar/artist/whatever she is at this point, or a 4 y.o. in a playground? Let’s do some reading comprehension, what is the theme? Where’s a valid argumentation? She just vomits words like “karma” and “reaction” and says something about women, so she looks like the feminist hero hero. Well, I’m sorry Katherine Hudson, but I don’t buy your fake feminist bs, not when you think that’s funny to make jokes about women who were going through mental breakdowns or you lip sync a song made for the purpose of tearing down and humiliate another woman.Yes, because Taylor’s always the bad one here, or the victim, but when she does things like these no one bats an eye. Taylor said it was about a friend, she’s classy like that. She said that her behaviors were confusing, so it wasn’t clear if they were on good terms or not. Bad blood is being hurt by betrayal, she could’ve rhymed “Katy Perry” with anything, but she didn’t. On the other hand we have a rude, incoherent song made just for YouTube views and trashy magazines’ articles.“funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth.” Yet, she’s the one who didn’t stop shading and talking about Taylor for years.So, anon, no. She’s being manipulative and petty, and she’s convinced that this way maybe her IKEA bookshelf will have a decent award.

[low-budget-mulan]

ALL THE NUMBERS

1. What is you middle name?

That, my dear friend, is classified information. 

2. How old are you?

20

3. When is your birthday?

That one day of the year. 

4. What is your zodiac sign?

sign language 

5. What is your favorite color?

Purple. 

6. What’s your lucky number?

Dont have one. 

7. Do you have any pets?

No, but I want a dog. 

8. Where are you from?

Los Angeles County, California 

9. How tall are you?

5′6 

10. What shoe size are you?

12

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Like 3?

12. What was your last dream about?

The last one I can remember I ended up pregnant with a friend from church’s baby. And The dream was me trying to figure out how to tell my friend. He absolutely is terrified of children and doesn’t know what to do when there are children around, so I was concerned for my future and the baby’s. I then woke up and was really excited that I had a baby, but then remembered it was a dream. Sooooo.... 

13. What talents do you have?

I can make any situation awkward? 

14. Are you psychic in any way?

No. 

15. Favorite song?

Your Love

16. Favorite movie?

Nacho Libre, home

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Catholic, lover of me and children. 

18. Do you want children?

Oh heck yea. 

19. Do you want a church wedding?

You betcha. I really want to get married in my church. 

20. Are you religious?

Is water wet?

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Many times. 

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

Nope. I don’t leave my room, how do you expect me to get in trouble with the law 

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I have met many catholic famous people, casting crowns, we as human. Eduardo Veratigui And Tim Tebow’s mom. 

24. Baths or showers?

Baths

25. What color socks are you wearing?

Grey and white. And I just realized they don’t actually match...

26. Have you ever been famous?

I was a teenage popstar in Canada. 

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Yea it would be cool. 

28. What type of music do you like?

Classic rock, christian. 

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

No

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two. One for my head and one to block the crack between my bed and the wall so I don’t fall in it. 

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my side

32. How big is your house?

It’s average 

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Nothing. 

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Oh heck yea. Guns are fun!!

35. Have you ever tried archery?

So much fun

36. Favorite clean word?

Soap.

37. Favorite swear word?

Butt

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Like a day?

39. Do you have any scars?

So so so so many 

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I wish

41. Are you a good liar?

I can be. 

42. Are you a good judge of character?

Yes

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

I can do an asian accent. And a really bad british accent. 

44. Do you have a strong accent?

No. 

45. What is your favorite accent?

British, australian 

46. What is your personality type?

Sarcastic?

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

idk like $20?

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes. It is a pointless talent I have 

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

In 

50. Left or right handed?

Right 

51. Are you scared of spiders?

No. I ain’t no pansy 

52. Favorite food?

Curry, burritos, rice, mac and cheese, 

53. Favorite foreign food?

Curry, burritos 

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Depends 

55. Most used phrased?

Fight me. You’re just blaming me because I’m Mexican/Asian (depends on the situation.)

56. Most used word?

poop

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

like 20  minutes 

58. Do you have much of an ego?

no 

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

suck 

60. Do you talk to yourself?

only all the time 

61. Do you sing to yourself?

if absolutely nobody is around 

62. Are you a good singer?

NO

63. Biggest Fear?

Not doing God’s will 

64. Are you a gossip?

I try not to be. I start ranting and sometimes it turns to gossip. 

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Not a movie, but a short clip called Que Hora Es

66. Do you like long or short hair?

Long for me. 

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Probably. But I also failed Geography so...

68. Favorite school subject?

History, english

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

Depends on my situation

 70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

Nah I wish

71. What makes you nervous?

Dancing 

72. Are you scared of the dark?

No 

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Depends on the person 

74. Are you ticklish?

Why would you like to know that?

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

Yea. I just started one last week. I started telling people my priest broke the Holy water fountain in the church. But like as a joke. And I only told my friends so... 

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

How else am I supposed to command my peasants 

77. Have you ever drank underage?

yes 

78. Have you ever done drugs?

no 

79. Who was your first real crush?

Don’t know? 

80. How many piercings do you have?

I used to have my ears pierced, but they closed up 

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

If I couldn’t I wouldn’t be a true mexican 

82. How fast can you type?

Very 

83. How fast can you run?

not very 

84. What color is your hair?

brown 

85. What color is your eyes?

brown. Also the question should be “What color ARE your eyes?” bad grammar amirite 

86. What are you allergic to?

Apples, carrots, pears, melons, basically all fruits and vegetables. Do I still eat them? Yes. Will I die, If I don’t stop eating them... 

87. Do you keep a journal?

I always wanted to, but every time I did my family would go in and readit then make fun of me. So I don’t 

88. What do your parents do?

My dad designs satellites and my mom is a wedding coordinator/ preschool teacher. 

89. Do you like your age?

It’s ok. I can’t legally drink, so that sucks 

90. What makes you angry?

My family, natalie. 

91. Do you like your own name?

It ok I guess 

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Oh heck yea. Drogo, clotilde, dymphna, mary, Takayama 

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

Yes. 

94. What are you strengths?

Sleep, sarcasm

95. What are your weaknesses?

Wanting to always stay awake. Anything that involves physical activity 

96. How did you get your name?

My parent’s decided to name me sara 

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

My ancestors on my mom’s side were emperors in Japan at some point. 

98. Do you have any scars?

All over. 

99. Color of your bedspread?

Purple

100. Color of your room?

Dark Blue 

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

Stories of Our Lives, Chapter 5

A/N: So by the chapter title you can probably figure out that Louis' meeting Gia's family. I'm excited about this chapter because all of the stories Gia's family tell actually have happened in my family. So this chapter is somewhat autobiographical. Let me know what you think!!!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.

March 7, 2018

Today was the day.  The day that made both Louis and Gia nervous; the day Louis would be meeting her parents.  She was nervous because he would only be the first boy she had brought home to mom and dad. She didn’t know how she had managed that; but today would be the day that would all change.

Her mom was excited to meet the boy that had captured her daughter’s heart; her dad was ready to intimate him; her brothers ready with warnings if he should break her heart and Ava? Ava couldn’t wait to congratulate Louis for wooing Gia off her feet.

“You ready?” Her thoughts were interrupted by a nervous Louis smirking at her.

Raising her eyebrows, she walked over to him. “Are you ready? You are meeting my family.”

“Should I be nervous or worried?”

Gathering her items, she smirked. “No . . . they are going to love you and you’ll probably hear too many stories about my childhood but you don’t have to be nervous. Don’t take anything that is said to heart – the guys of my family are trying to intimate you but they will grow to love you, just like I do.”

His heart exploded at her words. They had exchanged “I Love Yous” just two days prior and he couldn’t stop saying the words to her.

He dragged her out to his garden after their date night in downtown London. He had surprised her with dinner before taking in a play at the theatre. The smile he so loved hadn’t left her face the entire night.

Now standing outside in the garden, his stomach had tightened. “Hey Soldier?”

“Yes Pooks?”  Looking over at him for a second, she titled her head back to look at the stars.

“How long have we been dating?”

“Ugh . . . Since December 8. Why?” Smiling, Gia linked her hands with his as he pulled her into his embrace.

Smiling in her direction, he placed a kiss on her lips. “Because it feels a lot longer than that.”

“It does indeed, Tomlinson.” She chuckled. “Still amazed you managed to catch a girl like me?”

Laughing, he shook his head. “Nope! Amazed you caught a guy like me?”

“Of course. I’m so honored to be in your presence, Popstar!” Gia dryly said causing Louis to throw his head back in laughter.

Louis squeezed her hand causing her to look at him. He gave her a goofy look making her laugh. “What’s wrong, Tomlinson?”

“What do you mean?”

Giving him a look, she sighed. “You have been unusually quiet all night. Is there something on your mind?”

“There has been but I’m not sure how to tell you.”

Gia smirked. “Usually the honest truth is the best route.”

Louis took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Rubbing his index on the back of her hand, he smiled. “We’ve been dating for three months now and in those months, I have fallen faster and harder for you than anyone else. You are the only one I want by my side through thick and thin, good and bad times.”

“Louis . . .” She whispered hoping he wasn’t going to do what she thought he would do.

Shaking his head, he chuckled. “I’m not proposing . . . don’t worry. But in those months, I have come to the realization that I love you, Giovanna. I am completely head over heels, in love with you and I’m not ashamed to shout it from the rooftops.”

Gia stood there with a stupid grin on her face.  It was a mix between the cold and the fact her boyfriend was so sweet it made her cheeks hurt. “You don’t have to say anything back but know that I love you, Gia and you are the only girl for me.”

“I love you too.”

She shocked him by saying the three words back. “I’ve known it for a while but I didn’t say it in fear of rushing into it. But I am head over heels in love with you Louis William and there’s no place I’d rather be than here with you.”

“What’s got you so smiley over here, missus?” His voice broke her concentration on the memory. Looking over at him, a smile crossed her lips.

Quickly buttoning up her coat and putting her purse on her arm, she grinned at the man who made her so happy. “Just thinking back to the other night.”

“That was a pretty proud moment of mine, if I do say so myself.” He blew on his fingers before dusting them off his shoulder.

Scoffing, she picked up her keys before walking towards the door. “Don’t get such a big head Tomlinson. Let’s go.”

Making sure the door was locked, the pair headed downstairs to the garage. Sliding into her car, the two were soon on their way. Louis picked music as she headed toward the main road. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing much really.” He shrugged. “More thinking about how tonight is going to go . . . I mean these could be my future in-laws.”

Jaw dropping, she ran his words back over in her mind. “What?”

“Oh? Is that not a proper thing to announce?” Louis smirked, thoroughly enjoying her reaction.

She opened her mouth to speak, quickly closing it when her brain jumbled her thoughts.  “What?”

“Glad you found your voice, love.” Squeezing her hand, he gave her a funny face causing her to giggle. “I want to marry you one day, Giovanna. I want to be your husband and have children with you growing old with you.”

Shaking her head, she focused on the road. “We’ve only been dating for three months . . . how are you so sure?”

“The way you blew into my life and completely tipped it upside down. I told you that something told me never to let you go and I’m holding onto that promise.” He paused. “Am I going to ask you next week or in six months? Probably not, but when the time is right, for both of us, I am going to get down on one knee and ask you for your hand in marriage.”

Nodding, she let herself slip into a daydream of being married to Louis Tomlinson. The more she thought about it, the more she liked what she saw. “Ok I’ll bite, Tomlinson. But how about we make it a year and then see what happens from there?”

“Sure thing, Princess.” He smirked. “We’ll do it your way.”

Pulling off the road into a neighborhood, Gia smirked at her boyfriend. “You have bad timing; you know that right?”

“Why’s that Damsel?”

Rolling her eyes at the nickname, she turned onto another road – her parents’ street. “Because I can’t exactly pull over the car and kiss you for the drawn out future plans. Besides, we’re late as is so prepare yourself for jokes.”

“What kind of jokes are we talking about?”

Smirking, Gia pulled into the driveway of her parents’ house. “Sex jokes, Popstar. They’re going to assume we were busy doing the nasty and will make jokes of it. Prepare yourself.” Giggling to herself, she watched Louis’ eyes go wide from her bluntness.

“But uh we uh.” Stuttering, his eyes went wide.

Patting his cheek, she grabbed her purse, getting out of the vehicle. “Come on Popstar; let’s not give them anything else to talk about.”

Holding out his hand, she slipped her hand into his before walking in step with him. “Relax . . . you are going to charm the pants off them – you have nothing to worry about.”

Tugging him up the steps, she sighed, pushing the doorbell hearing it echo throughout the house. Putting on a smile, she giggled hearing her mother’s voice nearing the door. “Gia . . . so glad you could join us. This must be Louis?”

“Hi mom.” Quickly giving the older woman a hug, Gia stepped back looking at her boyfriend. “This is Louis. Pooks, this is my mother, Rose.”

He stuck his hand out in greeting before Rose scoffed. “We are a hugging family Popstar. None of this handshaking business for us.”

Gia laughed at her mother’s bluntness. She had grown up with this mentality and was very used to the demanding nature of the Italian in her mother.

“Uh yes ma’am.” Louis stuttered causing his girlfriend to laugh.

Rose raised her eyebrow at the boy before looking at her daughter. “Didn’t you prepare him?”

“Uh no . . . didn’t know I was supposed to. I prepped him for the boys; not you.” Turning to Louis, she smirked. “Talk to mom about traveling . . . the woman has been to almost as many places as you Pooks.”

Her mother grinned, looping her arm through Louis’ leading him towards the kitchen. Gia smirked at the grin on Louis’ face as they started talking about European countries. Walking into the kitchen was mayhem. All three boys, Ava, and her dad, Tony, were standing around. All froze when the couple made their appearance.

“About time you show up Gia. We were worried something had kept you.” Leo grinned, watching his sister’s cheeks go red.

Tony looked at his older son with a glare. “Leave them alone Leonardo. You as well Alexander and Ryan! There will be no teasing of Gia or her boyfriend.”

“Hello Louis . . . we’ve heard a lot about you. Welcome to the family.” Tony held out his hand at Louis with a grin. “Tell me, which football team are you a fan of?”

Gia’s eyes widened. She knew this could go one of two ways – Louis could quickly become a favorite or he could get on her dad’s bad side. “Manchester United but I’m a fan of all football. Love a good match.”

“Ahhh not a good team in this household . . .” Alex’s eyes widened. “You’re a minority here mate.”

Louis grinned. “Do I dare ask which teams you all root for?”

“Well your girlfriend is a Chelsea fan along with the majority of us. We also like Manchester City and Arsenal.” Ryan smirked watching the boybander’s face fall.

Louis shrugged. “May the best team win?”

“That’s the spirit.” Tony’s loud personality made Louis smile. He knew he would get along great with Gia’s dad.

The three boys looked at their sister’s boyfriend. Clearing his throat, Ryan smirked. “Hey Louis, can we see you in the living room for a second?”

“Boys . . .” Tony looked at the three sternly. “Don’t.”

Leo and Alex both shook their heads. “We just want to get to know him better. Five minutes and then you can come interrupt, Giovanna.”

The four boys disappeared leaving Ava, Gia and their parents in the kitchen. Gia’s eyes went wide with frustration. “Why must they do this? Louis isn’t going to hurt me. He uh . . .”

“He what Giovanna?” Oh shit the full name. Nothing every good comes from that being pulled out.

Gia avoided her mother’s eyes mumbling. “He wants to marry me, eventually.”

“What?” Ava squeaked out surprised by her older sister’s words.

Nodding, Gia leaned against the counter. “He confessed in the car on the way over. He wants to marry me down the road. He said that he had a gut feeling from the get-go never to let me go and eventually, he wants to make me his wife. What, what if we’re moving too fast?”

“You’re not.” Tony said, looking at his daughter. “I knew I wanted to marry your mother six weeks after being together. We got engaged four months into dating. If he manages to wait longer than that, then he’s a better man than I was.”

Gia smiled. "Don't let him hear that. I told him he has to wait at least a year. With our careers, I have to make sure we can survive everything."

They were interrupted by the boys returning to the kitchen. "He's in one piece, Giovanna. We didn't hurt him."

"You all right?" Gia looked at Louis with a concerned glance.

Louis chuckled. "I'm fine. I would've done the same with any of my sisters' boyfriends. Don't worry Gia."

"He's a good man Gia." Alex chuckled. "He's going to fit into this family just fine!"

The way her brothers laughed and Louis grinned, she felt like she was miss a huge piece of the equation. "I'll let you have your fun and won't ask anymore questions."

"Atta girl that's the best thing you've said in a while." Leo said, earning a slap from his younger sister.

Louis grinned at his girlfriend turning his attention to her family. "So a couple weeks ago Gia met my family and stories were exchanged. So do you have any good stories to share?"

"No!" Looking between her siblings and parents, she shook her head. "No stories!"

Leo and Alex laughed. "Wellllll ..... Your dear girlfriend never backed down from a dare. So when she was six or seven, while our parents were hosting a party mind you, one of the older kids dared her to stick a piece of celery up her nose."

"What?" The word barely escaped during his laughter. "She didn't ...."

Ryan nodded, chuckling. "She did. But the best part is that it got stuck so dad had to take her to emergency to get it removed."

"Sadly, that story hasn't died with time." Gia laughed. "Unfortunately that wasn't the last time I accepted a dare."

Ava smirked. "Your girlfriend is also extremely clumsy. She has broken her foot while roller skating and while visiting Italy, managed to fall up stairs."

"She has managed to be graceful while we've been together." Louis looked in Gia's direction. "How come you never told me your scar stories?"

Gia blushed. "Didn't want to scare you away."

"She also has busted open her chin open twice." Alex laughed. "She even has a scar on her arm from a homemade slip and slide."

Louis' eyes went wide. "Now there's a story I have to hear."

"Mom and dad shipped us off to our aunt's for the summer. We were bored and wanted to build a slip and slide." Ryan chuckled. "We got the tarps and the hose before creating this thing. The one thing we didn't anticipate was the tarp being too close to the sandbox."

At that point Alex and Leo lost their composure. "Gia insisted on being the first to go down and she managed to get too close to the homemade sandbox and scraped her arm on a stake that wasn't pounded into the ground far enough."

"You really should have gotten stitches, Gia." Rose frowned in her daughter's direction. "At least you have a great story to tell."

Gia shook her head. "I can't help that I'm clumsy. The only time I wasn't was when I was dancing."

"I never understood that." Tony shook his head. "You were the most graceful dancer yet you couldn't walk without tripping over air."

Rolling her eyes, she couldn't help but laugh along with her family. "Laugh it up."

"Awww babe we still love you." Louis smirked.

Narrowing her eyes in her boyfriend's direction. "Watch it bubs. You're walking on thin ice."

"Here's a little tip for you Lou." Ava knew this would send her sister into a tizzy. "She doesn't really follow through with her threats. She tries to act all tough but she doesn't have the heart to go through with them."

Gia glared at her family. "Do you really need to divulge all of my secrets to the first guy I bring home? Yes we've been together for three months but are there things you want to keep in the vault for a later date?"

"I'm the first guy you've brought home?" Louis' voice had a tone of shock to it.

She nodded. "Yea. Good thing I didn't bring home jerk 1 or douche 2 - this lot would have eaten them alive."

"Plus those idiots wouldn't have lasted during that little pow wow we just had." Leo nodded. "They would have laughed their way through that intervention."

Ava grinned. "You've got a leg up in this family Tomlinson. Don't ruin it."

"I won't. I kinda told your sister that she was it for me and I fully intend on fulfilling that promise." Louis grinned watching her parents reactions carefully.

They simply smiled at him and in return he found himself finally relaxing and enjoying himself getting to know Gia's family. There would come a time for serious talks and proposals but for now he lived in the moment and got to know the family that would become his own with time.