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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Box of crayons

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids.”

Pairing: Jaehyun x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, growing up au, college au, to being married. WC: 3,522k Warnings: mentions of getting bullied during kindergarten, alcohol consumption on a college party, getting drunk, swearing, spitting, oral sex: male and female receiving, slight cum play, overstimulation, fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, switching positions, smut scene is kind of long. A/N: I just want to post something.

Meant to be. You and Jaehyun are meant to be. But not as lovers, at least not yet. For now, you believe that you and Jaehyun are meant to be best friends.

It all started when you saw him starring at his blank paper, close to tears while other kids are teasing him for not having a box of crayons. You came in bolting and scaring those kids with your wrath and told Jaehyun, “stop being such a loser,” and shared with him your box of crayons.

On the next day, you forgot your colors at home and you felt like such a loser because everyone was busy drawing and coloring their works while you’re stuck with this great idea in your mind for your artwork.

“Stop being such a loser,” Jaehyun said and sat beside you to share his box of colors with you this time.

That was the day you learned, at a very young age, that boxes of crayons that has a hundred colors are meant to be shared. You and Jaehyun became friends starting that day and your friendship became like a box of crayons that you’re willing to share with each other.

As long as you both have some colors left on your box, you’re willing to share and got each other’s back.

Your friendship grew and grew during kindergarten, grade school, and high school. Until your families acknowledged your friendship and thought that maybe someday you’ll end up together. On top of that, you and Jaehyun grew up together and watch each other achieve different kinds of great things. May it be through sports, academics, or your hobbies.

“Hey loser,” you sat beside him during lunch break and distract him from doing his assignment.

“Hey yourself” he smirked and continued writing.

It was a busy day in school, the student body organization was busy the whole week because of prom. And to be honest, you are too, you were busy with your dress and you were busy looking for the perfect tie for Jaehyun. And now, you’re just waiting for him to pop the question and finally ask you to prom, which he will because you’re best friend right? So that made you very excited and giddy.

“What do you think of Yeri?” He asked out of nowhere. Smiling and playing with his pen while waiting for your answer but you already felt nervous.

“Popular- She bullied you when we were kids? Why?” you answered short and cold. And you wonder why the man beside you is smiling like a fool.

“I’m taking her to prom, she said yes. It was yesterday in the library, I talked to her, and went straight to the point. I made her blush like crazy...” he proudly told you the story of how he asked someone else to prom but your ears started ringing and you can't hear anything he says already. Turns out when you were busy looking for the perfect tie for him yesterday, he was busy asking the girl he likes to prom.

Everything shifted after prom, you and Jaehyun stopped talking to each other but he was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice that.

Graduation came and summer took place, you and Jaehyun are going to the same college but now you’re not sure if he still wanted the same thing because rumors are he and Yeri are so in love that they will go to the same college. It's useless to reach out if life will eventually separate you and Jaehyun might as well accept it.

As you enter college and made great new friends, you forgot about Jaehyun and focus on your studies during freshman year. But during the start of your sophomore year and while you were at the library to borrow a few books you bumped into him and were forced to catch up and had coffee for old times sake. He paid for the drinks and snacks, obviously, he was happy to see you but you looked uninterested.

And when he noticed that he’s probably taking too much of your time, he finally started a conversation. “I transferred just this semester and I was actually looking forward to seeing you. How are you?”

“Great- look I have to study and I can’t be out this long, uhm...” you started to gather your stuff and ramble. “Maybe some other time Jae,” you said and left with a fake smile. You almost feel bad about what you did but he can’t just waltz back into your life like he didn’t forget about you the moment he had a girlfriend. Now ex-girlfriend.

And as your college years continue, a catch-up never happened again. Although he tried so many times to take you out, but you always refuse and avoid him with all your might whenever you see him around the campus. He was so consistent with bringing you back to his life but you just don’t care anymore because truth be told you were hurt when he left you. Maybe this is revenge? Maybe not? But one thing is for sure, you got hurt and you hated him for it.

Now that you’re in your senior and everything is very stressful, you decided to go to this party with your friends and you were so unlucky that Jaehyun was there with his set of friends, busy playing beer pong and being loud as fuck. Of course he saw you and it halted his moves, he wanted to come say hi to you or hand you a drink but you will for sure pretend that he is invisible so he didn’t.

The party was fun. Thankfully, there were a lot of snacks and overflowing alcoholic beverages as well as non-alcoholic beverages. And because you suck at drinking games, you were downing tequilas and vodkas the whole night and that’s how you got batshit drunk that Jaehyun found you on the bathroom inside the empty tub, sleeping like a baby with a red cup in your hand.

He knew right then and there that he is responsible for you.

“Y/n, it’s Jae. Can you walk?” he asked while patting your head softly. But you can’t talk right now, so you just shook your head ‘no’ and reached for him. You knew that it’s him and you can hear him perfectly but your brain is not working right and the room can’t stop spinning. And you can’t believe you’re saying this but you’re happy that he’s here to take care of you.

You had this same feeling when you forgot your crayons back then and he came to rescue you from your little situation. He’s the same Jaehyun after all.

He offered to drive you back to your dorm which you accepted without any argument, you could’ve thanked him if only you can talk properly. He was so concerned to you that he cleared the backseat of his car and let you lie there comfortably with his jacket covering your legs. And when he brought you to your dorm safely and in one piece, he can't just leave you sleeping with your dirty clothes and helped you clean yourself with closed eyes. Everything was a challenge for him, especially when he had to close his eyes before he removes your blouse, pants, unclasp your bra and make you wear something comfortable to sleep.

Jaehyun then pats your head softly and told you “I’ll get going then, good night” before he leaves and thankfully, you were quick to stop him and you had enough energy to tell him to stay. He smiled so big and felt so happy that he wanted to scream and jump around your room. But he controlled himself and removed his shoes before he lies beside you in your comfortable bed.

To his shock, you swing your arms around him and pulled him closer to you for a tight embrace that he eventually returned. Caressing your back as he melts to your embrace and enjoys the happiness that he’s feeling right now.

“I’m sorry,” he started and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you. Never hurt me again like that, Jaehyun I swear-“

“Shhh. I will never do that to you again,” he said and hummed a song oh so softly until you fall asleep together and meet in each other’s dreams.

Just as you thought that your friendship will never come back, it did and this time it came back with love. But even though that this time love is around to make you two stick together, you never admitted your feelings to each other. You just let your actions do the talking. From him holding your hand during a scary Netflix movie, to you holding his hand while he drives. It was a simple and comfortable ‘relationship’ and you wish he would make it official.

But during a beautiful rainy day when you and Jaehyun decided to stay at your place and enjoy the cold bed weather together instead of going to the movies... everything suddenly fell into place.

“Mmm. Feels good” Jaehyun moaned as you concentrate on lining the face mask on his face properly. You’re sitting comfortably on top of him, your legs placed on both of his sides, while he’s leaning on your headboard with closed eyes, feeling so relaxed as you pamper him with skincare.

“Stop moaning, my dorm mates might think we're having sex,” you giggle and rake his hair away from his covered face. Holding it nicely as you lean closer to his chest to enjoy the comfort of being on top of him.

“Comfortable?” he asked and placed his hands on your back and made you lean on him completely. He started caressing your back and his soft touches are making you sleepy. You may not know, but he’s very much in love with you and that he will do everything just to keep you this time. He’s just waiting for the perfect time to admit his feelings to you and make everything official.

“Okay times up,” you excitedly said and started removing the face mask. While wiping his clear and handsome face, you see redness on his cheeks and his ears are turning red. You smiled and let out a giggle because that only means Jaehyun is flustered right now.

“Can you blame me? You’re so close to me and you’re literally on top of my dick. Don’t make fun of me if I get hard,” he said with a shy smile. Eyes turning into crescents and his cute dimples are deeper than ever. So instead of making him shy, you decided to make him nervous by grinding on him slowly but with enough pressure to make him in the mood and hard in no time.

His eyes went big when you rolled your hips once. Then it became even bigger when you rolled your hips a few times again which made him tensed up and hold his breath. “Stop it,” he said, but with a smile, that’s so big. He’s completely aware that you’re teasing him.

“But do you really want me to stop?” you said and put more effort into what you’re doing to him. Grinding slowly and deliciously, rolling your head and parting your lips. But the thing is, you’re not acting anymore. Jaehyun does feel so good right now and you’re liking what you started. And now that you’re letting out small moans, Jaehyun came close to you and caught your lips. Holding your head steady and kissing you like how he always wanted to.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll really, really, really take advantage of this moment,” he said and went back to kissing you. A mixture of happiness and lust and you both feel like your hearts are about to burst because of what's happening right now. Kissing each other while smiling in between, kissing each other even more deeper by every second. It’s like your kisses were saying, ‘i love you’ ‘no, i love you more’. And as you two are busy with your lips, you felt Jaehyun’s hands slip inside your shirt and draw small circles on your skin while kissing as if he wanted you to lift your shirt but he’s just too shy to tell you. So without any warning, you stopped kissing him only to remove your shirt and remove your bra in front of him.

This may not be Jaehyun’s first time seeing a naked girl in front of him, but you sure did make him shy that he avoided looking at you. Flashing those dimples again, and witnessing his ears turn bright red. Brighter than ever. “Stop being shy and touch me,” you command and put your hand on his nape and reached for his other hand to place it on your shoulder. Giving him the freedom to touch you and roam his hand around your body as you continue to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick.

Soon his hand finally started to move, touching your boobs first and kneading them slowly and carefully until Jaehyun became comfortable and confident to request that you remove your shorts too. Which you did gladly, so now you’re left with only your panties, kissing Jaehyun on the neck and making the man moan and feel good. Lifting his shirt without any hesitation and exposing his very hot body before your eyes and left kisses on it immediately.

Kisses after kisses you made him weak until you reach his sweat pants and pull it down together with his boxers brief so you can plant kisses on his happy trail, lower abdomen, and finally his hard cock. And there it is again, his handsome dimpled smile that shows his shyness. His cock twitched when your cold hands made contact with his cock, pumping it slowly while you watch him close his eyes and roll his head back. He watched you spit on his cock, and slowly put his whole size in your mouth. Gripping the sheets as he loses his mind, gripping the sheets as he breathes in and out heavily, letting out deep groans and making sweet moans.

“Y/n, s-stop. I’m about to cum,” he pleaded but you didn’t stop. Instead, you moved your head even faster, worked with your tongue, and made sure to never let him forget this moment that his whole cock is in your mouth for the first time.

After a few minutes of pleasure, Jaehyun came into your mouth and you witnessed him shaking and moaning on your bed with a satisfied smile. Still, with a sensitive body, you lay on top of him and teased him from cumming so soon. “You’re dead,” he said and smiled so sweetly at you. Encircling his arms around your body and kissing you a couple of times before he changed places with you. Finally, removing your panties and making you spread your legs for him, holding you with utmost care and kissing you with a mixture of love and lust.

If you tortured him earlier with your trail of kisses on his body, now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to torture you with him kissing your inner thighs oh so softly that it sends tingles straight to your spine and making your legs close automatically. “Uh-uh, I endured everything you did to me earlier,” he said, teasing you before he slides his fingers up and down your slit and finally licking it slowly. Spitting on your cunt just how you spit on his dick earlier and started pleasuring you with his hot tongue. Your hand automatically landed on his head, gripping his soft locks as he licks you slowly and torturing you with that damn wet muscle.

And when he finally made you cum and had his sweet revenge, he kissed you all over your body and put his entire weight on top of you. Letting your nipples brush on his chest and his hand soothe your sensitive body.

It was quiet for a moment, and only your heavy breaths can be heard in your room besides the air conditioning. He nibbles your earlobes and spreads kisses on your neck while slightly grinding his hard cock on your very wet pussy, waiting for you to calm down so he can finally fuck you.

“I was planning to take you out on a proper date first before we go to this stage. You just have to be so impatient, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief and kissed your lips again before he pulls away, putting both his hands on the sides of your head. His cock was very hard that you almost thought it wouldn’t fit, “Don’t worry you’re so wet. It will slide in easily” he said before he told you to line his cock so he can finally push in.

Slowly he stretches you out, rolling his head back and so are his eyes, while you on the other hand grip your boobs knead them as you feel Jaehyun’s cock slide in and out. “Jaehyun, deeper-“ you requested and let out a moan that made him gave in to your request. He adjusts your position, folded your knee before he spreads you open, thrusting deeper than before that his lower abdomen touches yours. Losing your mind whenever you take a peek at the motion of his hips while fucks you, Jaehyun was so hot as he moves his waist and kept his eyes only to you, this time he’s the one making you feel so shy.

“You like it this way? Deep and slow?" you only nod, “Wanna go another round after this?” you smiled and nod again, “Do you love me?”

And then he started thrusting faster and harder that your body was dragged on the mattress, and your boobs are bouncing up and down because of his hard thrust. Jaehyun came close to you for a kiss, still waiting for your answer. Although he knew already that you do love him by the way you kiss him, still he needed to hear it from you. “I want to hear it Y/n,” Jaehyun pleaded again and hold on to your waist tightly as he fucks you harder than before.

“I do Jae- fuck, slow down. Almost there” you croaked but its too late, Jaehyun’s thumb is on your clit, ready to torture you again and make you cum for the second time tonight.

Locking your legs around his waist as you enjoy your high and oversensitivity, you didn’t expect that you’d ask for more and beg for more the moment you hit your high that Jaehyun got more excited that he almost forgot to pull out. And when he did, he came on your pussy lips, watching his cum paint your wet folds and throbbing cunt. Of course the man above you isn’t satisfied with all the torture he did tonight, so he slides his fingers on your cunt, playing with his own cum and finger fucked you to give you another mind blowing orgasm.

The eventful bed weather ended with you and Jaehyun cuddling in your bed with his hands on your thigh and you’re wearing nothing but his black shirt and a pair of panties while he stays handsome and so irresistible in his boxers briefs.

“I promise to love you,” he whispered to you while drawing small and soft circles on your thighs, his eyes never left yours. “I promise to stay even though you’re so stubborn,” he added which made you giggle and happy.

FIVE YEARS LATER

During a very quiet night where Jaehyun’s hands are intertwined with yours and his embrace was tighter than ever because he was really tired from work, Jaehyun was having a cute dream. He dreamt about how you saved him from the bullies back when you were only innocent kids. He was smiling through his dream until he hears a cry. A cry of an infant and opened his eyes immediately. You stopped him from getting up and told him, “I got it Jae, go sleep. You’ve been up the whole day,”

Jaehyun has become a great provider for your small family now. And he was working hard to the bone that he barely gets enough sleep during weekdays. “Thank you,” murmured and closed his hands again. And after you put your babies to sleep again and went back to Jaehyun’s embrace, Jaehyun was deep in his sleep that he’s sleep talking and murmuring sweet nothings, the kind where you only hear whenever you have slow sex.

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids. I will buy them boxes of boxes of crayons so bullies will never touch them,”

You giggle and pulled him closer. Hoping that he will ramble more because he’s so cute right now. “I love you,” you said, you weren’t expecting something in return but he responded.

“I just realized I never thanked you for sharing your crayons with me back then, thank you” he said and opened his eyes and went on top of you to kiss you sincerely. His wife. “I love you”

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whoneedsapublisher · 4 years

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Getting Distracted

WHOOPS I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAY anyway here's some Freezerburn.

Words: ~2200

Summary: Recently, Weiss has found something more interesting to focus on when she should be training. Or studying. Or... doing much of anything else, really.

Also on Ao3

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Being a realist was an important trait of anyone who had any kind of self-respect. If you couldn’t be realistic about yourself and the world around you, all the knowledge and intelligence in the world was entirely wasted on you. Yes, perhaps Weiss could… occasionally… be slightly blind to some minor character flaws, but on the whole she prided herself on facing facts.

Which, at the moment, meant facing the fact that she found her partner’s older sister unreasonably hot.

Yes, yes, it was true. Weiss had fallen for Yang, hard, and now she found her teammate haunting her idle fantasies no matter how much she tried to think of anything else. Even worse, she’d started looking at Yang. Not just casual glances, but the sort of furtive stares that she was positive Blake had taken notice of. Certainly Blake could keep a secret better than anyone else in team RWBY, so she probably wouldn’t tell Yang, but it was utterly mortifying to know that when she spaced out and found herself staring at Yang as she did pullups, Blake was probably watching smugly.

If it had been anyone else, she might have done something about it. After all, she was Weiss Schnee. She was quite the catch. Anyone in the school would be lucky to have her, man or woman or neither. While she would prefer if the object of her affection would realize that she was the woman of their dreams and ask her out themselves, if that wasn’t an option she’d stride up to them and boldly inform them that she was interested. If they had any sense they’d jump at the opportunity to date her.

But it wasn’t anyone else. Aside from the fact it was someone in her team, it was Ruby’s sister. Weiss tried not to be a complete hypocrite, and considering the idea of Ruby dating Winter made her cringe so hard that her shoulders cramped up, it seemed clear how inappropriate it would be to pursue the equivalent relationship.

So instead of doing anything about it or forgetting about it and focussing on training like she was supposed to, she was only half paying attention to the thrusting drilling she was doing as she watched Yang training with a punching bag. It was quite the sight. The way her muscles rippled as she threw hooks and crosses into the bag was mesmerizing- her tight toned shoulders and her strong, glistening arms...

“This is just sad, Weiss.”

Weiss jumped as Blake’s voice startled her out of her trance. Spinning to face her, she tried to hide how much she’d been caught off guard. “I beg your pardon?” she said haughtily, flicking the tip of Myernaster down to face the floor. “My form is flawless.”

Blake rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t talking about your form, Weiss,” she said drily, in a way that made it clear that she wasn’t particularly interested in hearing Weiss’ half-baked denials.

Well, too bad for her, because she was going to.

“I-I’m quite sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Weiss said stubbornly.

“I’m ‘quite sure’ that you do,” Blake said, crossing her arms. “Do you really want me to spell it out?”

Weiss glanced around momentarily. No one was particularly close by, and Yang didn’t have Blake’s hearing, so she wouldn’t be able to hear them talking. “Spell what out?” she said, confident that it was safe.

Blake grinned. “YOU KNOW,” she said, raising her voice so that it carried as Weiss’s face drained of colour. “HOW MUCH YOU-”

“Shhh! Shhhh!” Weiss hissed, covering Blake’s mouth as Yang glanced over curiously. She wasn’t the only one, either. Weiss gave the onlookers a scathing glare that sent them scurrying back to their own business, then flashed an awkward smile at Yang. Yang stared at her oddly for a moment, but then shrugged turned back to her training.

“Fine!” Weiss growled, turning her glare on Blake and removing her hand. “Just keep your voice down.”

“So you admit it, then,” Blake said.

“Must I?” Weiss whined, but sighed. “Fine. Yes, I’m… interested in Yang.”

Blake snorted. “‘Interested’?”

“Yes, interested,” Weiss said, crossing her arms and daring Blake to challenge her word choice. “She’s very… interesting.”

Blake rolled her eyes, but seemed content that Weiss had stopped playing dumb.

“So what are you planning on doing about it?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Weiss said.

“Nothing?” Blake asked incredulously. ”Weiss-”

“Our team’s cohesion is important,” Weiss insisted, cutting her off. “While we’ve had some... differences in the past, Ruby and I have finally started to work together as partners. I will not jeopardize that by… by putting the moves on her sister!”

“Are you sure she’d even be mad?” Blake asked. “I think she she’s more likely to be excited about it.”

It was, admittedly, something Weiss had considered. Ruby was very... excitable, and she was quite good natured at her core. It was very possible that rather than being horrified, she’d be gleeful at the prospect of her big sister and her partner finding love at the same time. Of course, she’d go completely overboard trying to help if that was the case, but Weiss could endure some excessive enthusiasm as her toll for securing Ruby’s approval.

But the fact of the matter was, Weiss didn’t know that she’d react that way. She could be furious, or grossed out, or feel betrayed. Weiss did care about her relationship with her partner, after all. Even aside from the fact that Ruby had grown on her, she was stuck with her for the rest of her time at Beacon. It wouldn’t do to make an enemy of the person with whom she shared grades.

But really, she was more afraid of Yang’s reaction than Ruby’s.

Oh, not because she thought Yang would be upset. While Yang might possibly find it weird that her little sister’s partner wanted to date her, Weiss highly doubted that Yang would be offended or disgusted. Yang had certainly made no secret of her bisexuality, and Weiss had seen her casually accept dates from all kinds of people.

No, Weiss wasn’t worried about Yang hating her. She was just afraid of being rejected.

“Regardless, I can’t take that risk,” Weiss said primly.

Blake rolled her eyes, clearly skeptical. Well, fine. She didn’t have to believe Weiss. As long as she left well enough alone, she could believe whatever she wanted.

“Whatever. When you change your mind, let me know first and I’ll help.” Blake turned and walked off, leaving Weiss fuming over her word choice. “When” indeed. She could at least do Weiss the courtesy of saying “if”.

Well, she’d show her. She was going to sit back and endure, and eventually she’d stop having so many fantasies and move on with her life.

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“Alright, you win.”

Blake glanced up from her book with a blank expression.

“What?” she asked.

“I said you win,” Weiss said. “You were right. I changed my mind.”

Blake continued to stare blankly at her.

“About Yang,” Weiss said, starting to get a little irritated.

“Oh!” Blake said. “Are you talking about that conversation a month ago?”

“It was three weeks ago at most,” Weiss said, stamping her foot and clenching her fists by her side. “And it was important! I can’t believe you’d forget about it!”

“I didn’t forget about it,” Blake said, slipping a bookmark into her book and snapping it shut. “But generally when someone comes up and starts talking to me, I don’t assume they’re continuing weeks old conversations.”

“Well, I was,” Weiss said, crossing her arms. “So?”

“So… what?” Blake asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I believe you offered help?” Weiss prompted.

“Okay,” Blake said. “I can tell Yang to meet me at a secluded location on the grounds so that you can run into her alone. Then you can ask her out.”

“What? That’s what you meant by help?” Weiss said impatiently. “Blake, I’m perfectly capable of inviting Yang somewhere on my own.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“I thought-” Weiss gestured emphatically (if a little vaguely) as she struggled for words. “I thought you’d have ideas for how to ask her out!”

“How about ‘Do you want to go out with me’?”

“No!” Weiss snapped. “Blake, I can’t just ask her out!”

“I think you can…”

“It has to be perfect, Blake! I have to make it clear just how much she means to me!”

A strange look came over Blake’s face for a second. “...Okay,” she said carefully. “Uh, what kind of things do you like about Yang? What makes you like her so much?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Weiss scoffed. She began counting off on her fingers. “First: she’s a very capable fighter. She’s easily the most skilled hand to hand specialist in our grade, even better than Pyrrha without weapons, and I’ve heard that she spars with people a year ahead of us and holds her own. Second, she’s actually very funny, despite her love of quite unforgivable puns. Third, she’s smart, not just all brawn, although she can be a little reckless sometimes, and fourth speaking of brawn, she’s quite muscular and extremely attractive. I keep getting glimpses of her coming out of the shower in just a towel and I can’t get it out of my mind, Blake, she’s so damn hot-”

“Aww, you’re not so bad looking yourself, snowflake.”

Weiss froze midway through her sentence. She’d been told plenty of times that she had ice water flowing through her veins, and in this moment it certainly felt that way. Horrified, she slowly turned towards the source of the voice, who was leaning against the doorframe with a huge grin on her face. The door that Weiss… hadn’t closed all the way behind her. Meaning that someone could open it without her noticing.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account, Weiss. Go on, I’m dying to hear what you say next.”

“Blake!” Weiss hissed, not looking away from Yang. “Why didn’t you tell me she was there?!”

“You asked me to help,” Blake said. “I think she knows how much you care now.”

Weiss glared at Blake for a moment and then looked back at Yang.

“Well,” she said, “Now that I’ve utterly humiliated myself, I suppose I have very little left to lose. Would you like to accompany me on a date this evening, Yang?”

“Sure thing,” Yang said, her grin widening. “Looking forward to it.”

“I-” Weiss paused for a moment, somewhat thrown off guard by how well it had gone. “I… will make the reservations, then,” she said, stiffly.

“Alright, send me the time when you’ve got it,” Yang said, turning to leave. “Oh, and Weiss?” she added, looking over her shoulder.

“Yes?”

“You get to break the news to Ruby.”

Ah yes. Wonderful.

*********************

“Ruby, I have something to tell you.” Weiss stood stiffly in front of their bunk bed as Ruby lay on the top bunk. More accurately, Ruby draped herself over the top bunk, lazily spread out and dangling off the edge to look up at Weiss upside down.

“What’s up, Weiss?” she asked, kicking her legs idly. She was still wearing her boots. Honestly, did this girl ever- no, not right now. She could admonish Ruby about keeping her sheets clean later.

“I… asked someone out on a date today,” Weiss said carefully.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Weiss winced as Ruby let out a high pitched noise that she could swear was a sonic weapon. “Oh my gosh that’s so exciting! You never ask anyone out! Who is it who is it who is it?”

Ah. They’d reached this point in the conversation already.

“Well… it’s… Yang.”

“Yang?!” Ruby did a double take.

Weiss braced herself. Was Ruby going to hate her now? Was this the part where Ruby yelled at her and stormed out, and Weiss had to call off the date to attempt to preserve their relationship?

“That’s awesome!” Ruby shouted, raising her hands exuberantly. Unfortunately, this had the effect of unbalancing her, and she slid off the bed, landing in a heap at Weiss’s feet. “Oww…”

Not daunted for long, she sprang to her feet and hugged Weiss tightly.

“You’re not… mad?” Weiss asked hesitantly.

“No way!” Ruby said, pulling back and grinning. “If you and Yang get married, then we’ll be sisters, Weiss!”

“I-It’s just a date!” Weiss managed. “I’m not marrying her!”

“Aww, why not? Yang’s great, Weiss! She’d totally make a good wife!”

“It’s not about whether or not she’d make a good wife!” Weiss said, flushing red. “We haven’t even gone on one date yet! Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”

“I guesssssssss,” Ruby said begrudgingly. “Can I still call you sis?”

“No!” Weiss snapped, turning to leave to hide the smile on her face as a warmth blossomed in her heart. Of course Ruby wouldn’t be mad. Ruby was too nice for that. She knew that Weiss meant well, and Ruby meant well in turn.

But that didn’t mean Weiss was going to suffer the humiliation of Ruby suddenly calling her “sis” in front of everyone.

“Aww, but siiiis….”

“Do not call me that, Ruby Rose!”

#rwby #freezerburn

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spaceskam · 4 years

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freedom tastes of reality

for @isobelevansappreciation day 5: self-discovery

Summary: With the help of Michael and a handful of beautiful women, Isobel figures out apart of herself. OR Aromantic Pansexual Isobel like we deserve.

Warning: mentions of explosions/war, implied sexual content

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.1.

She was the first thing Isobel saw that night.

She looked like a literal angel: dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, white clothes. Her hair was big, a mass of perfect curls forming a halo around her head and resting against her shoulders that were covered in a long white cardigan. Beneath that was a white tube top, white hot pants, white pumps. She was heaven-sent. Isobel forgot how to breathe.

Her eyes followed her to the bar all the way until Michael snorted loud enough to break her trance. Isobel looked back at him to see him smiling smugly at his drink.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he hummed, "Just wondering how long you're gonna lie to yourself."

"Excuse me?"

Michael rolled his eyes and then looked her in the eyes.

"How old are you?" he asked. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Twenty-one?"

"So you're an adult."

"Yes? What does–"

"And adults do things that are scary."

"I mean, not–"

"So go over there and ask her to dance and stop saying you come to a gay bar to make me feel better," Michael said, throwing a straw wrapper at her. She stared blankly at him for a moment, stumbling over her entire thought process.

"I'm not–"

"Izzy," he said, "Fuck labels. Have fun and figure it out on the way. You want to talk to her so go do it."

Isobel felt frozen for way too long. He eventually rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.

"Or don't. Not gonna shove you out of the closet," Michael said, putting his drink down, "But I'm gonna go hit on that guy over there. Take your time." Michael stupidly pat her on the back and swaggered over to a guy covered in tattoos and who Isobel wouldn't have assumed was his type.

But eventually her eyes drifted back to the absolute angel who was already looking at her. Isobel quickly looked back to her drink.

Yeah, that girl was gorgeous, that didn't mean Isobel wanted to dance with her. It didn't mean Isobel wanted anything to do with her at all. But she was staring at her and that had her face turning an embarassing shade of red.

And when she looked up again, Angel was coming closer.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Angel asked. Isobel, bold and ever-confident Isobel, opened and closed her mouth a few times to try and find words. And Angel smiled. "I think I do."

"I don't think–"

"No," Angel said, "I know you. I can feel it. Come dance with me."

And, well, Isobel couldn't say no.

By the end of the night, she and Michael walked home full of excited laughter at the new revelation.

.2.

Isobel decided she was blessed when a stunning, long-legged maid of honor walked into the venue.

She looked like a goddess, honestly, high-waisted jeans and a dark purple shirt tucked into them. Her sun-kissed skin complimented her short, firetruck red hair. Isobel hadn't seen the braids maid dressed yet, but she could already see her looking gorgeous in it.

"Isobel, uh, Evans Events, right?" she asked, "Daphney sent me in her place. She's sick and can't taste anything."

"Well, you're a good friend," Isobel smiled, "Nice to meet you."

Isobel led the way to the kitchen where the caterers had set up a bunch of cakes to test. Goddess looked over them and gave her a little smirk.

"Maybe it's unprofessional of me to ask," Goddess said, "But do you maybe wanna try these with me?"

"Maybe it's unprofessional of me to agree," Isobel said, "But why not?"

The next 45 minutes consisted of making eyes with a stranger while trying cake, creating a new form of foreplay out of nothing more than looks. It built slow until eventually they stood closer and Goddess made an excuse to make her try a bite off her fork. Isobel hummed softly in approval and watched as Goddess licked off the excess icing after her. It was small, but heat bloomed in her stomach at the sight.

As confident as Isobel was, this was also brand new territory. She'd danced with women, even kissed them, but she'd only ever slept with men. It was a travesty, honestly, but it seemed like she had a real shot at experiencing something.

"I think this is the one," Goddess said, nodding.

They wrapped that up as quickly as possible and yet it still felt like hours of talking and trying to make sure she didn't let this woman just leave. Eventually, when they finally finished finalizing that, Goddess turned to her.

"Would it be unprofessional to ask you to walk to me to my car?" she asked.

"I mean, technically, you're not my client and my day ended with finalizing the cake choice. What we do doesn't have to be professional," Isobel said boldly. Goddess smiled slow and suggestive and Isobel was losing her goddamn mind.

She walked her to her car and neither of them left it for the next 45 minutes.

.3.

"Don't tell Max."

"Oh, my favorite stories start like that, go on."

Isobel rolled her eyes at Michael and bit the tip of her thumb as she looked around to make sure no one overheard. She leaned against his shoulder.

"I'm gonna sleep with his new coworker."

Michael laughed, but he hid it by bowing his head when she dug her elbow into his side. Then her name was called and she left his side to grab the tray of four coffees. They waited until they got outside and started walking to the police station before they continued their conversation.

"How do you know she's into women?" Michael asked, "Actually, how do you guys do that? 'Cause I still haven't figured out how to do that if I'm not in a gay bar."

"It's all about the eye contact, Michael, Jesus, you know nothing," she scolded. He just snorted in response, waving for her to continue. "I brought Max coffee yesterday like I always do and I had to wait for him to get back and we talked a little bit and basically I know she's into me."

"She said that?"

"No, eye contact, keep up."

"Oh, okay," Michael said, "How can you tell the difference between, like, normal cop eye contact and flirtatious eye contact?"

"What do you mean? There's a clear difference between authoritative eye contact and 'fuck me' eyes," she said. Michael didn't respond right away and she gave an exaggerated sigh. "You poor, poor child."

"Yeah, whatever, I'm the one getting regular dick from a guy training to be a military officer and you're just making eyes at your brother's co worker, who's the real loser here?"

"Still you."

"Rude."

Isobel smiled and looped her arm with his, both of them grabbing their respective coffees and taking a sip as they continued walking towards the station.

When they stepped inside, she almost immediately saw Jenna Cameron sitting posted up on her desk. She was as gorgeous as she remembered and immediately went to give her the coffee she got her.

"Didn't forget you this time," Isobel said as Michael excused himself to give them space.

"Thanks," Jenna said, taking a sip slowly and maintaining eye contact. For a moment, Isobel could see how Michael blurred the two different types. But she could tell and it felt glaringly obvious. "You know, Max doesn't talk about you enough."

"Oh?" Isobel asked, smiling as she leaned against the desk, "Well, what is he leaving out?"

"From what I can tell," Jenna said, pausing to give her an obvious once over, "A lot."

"Well, maybe we can go out for drinks and I'll tell you anything you want to know," Isobel proposed. Jenna smirked and nodded.

"I'd like that," she said, "And maybe I can teach you a few things while I'm at it."

"Like what?" Isobel prodded.

Jenna just shrugged, coyly taking another sip of her coffee and keeping Isobel on her toes. She enjoyed every goddamn second.

"Just a couple of things," she said, "Maybe a couple different ways to use handcuffs. You know, if you're interested."

Isobel sucked in a deep breath and her skin felt hot. It was so, so forward. She was obsessed already. Sorry, Max.

"I'm interested. Absolutely."

"Good."

And Jenna taught her more than a few things.

.4.

It wasn't until she was 26 that Isobel realized something might be a little off.

"Shhh, it's okay," Isobel whispered, combing back Michael's hair as he threw up until there was nothing left to throw up and he was just dry heaving and sobbing into the toilet.

He'd gotten a call from one of Alex's brothers who gave a slightly incoherent spiel that boiled down to Alex's unit having been bombed and he hadn't been found yet. There was a chance he'd never be found or, if he was, he wouldn't be found alive. Michael was a mess.

It didn't quite make sense to her, mainly because she didn't realize he and Alex were still speaking. She thought they hooked up sometimes, but she didn't notice that Michael saw it as more than a hook up. And, yeah, you could be upset about a hook up or a friend dying, but... This was Michael. He was deteriorating in her hands.

She tried to think about a time maybe he'd let on that he was in a relationship with someone and couldn't remember it. She always just assume he was like her, not like Max, and thought dating was stupid. It was fun to hook up, but she never really craved more. Hell, ever since Michael encouraged her to ignore labels and just dive into her sexuality, she stopped worrying about that pressure all together. Every time someone asked when she was going to get married and pissed her off, she had Michael right there confirming her feelings right alongside her.

And now he wasn't.

"It's not okay," Michael choked out, "It's never gonna be okay."

Isobel laid her cheek between his shoulder blades, still combing through his hair and trying her damnedest to comfort him through something she couldn't understand.

"We-we were supposed to have more time," Michael cried, "This was supposed to be his last tour. He was supposed to come home. We were gonna get married, Isobel. Now he's just gone. He's gone. I didn't get to say goodbye."

Married. That one word rung in her mind through his whole speech. He wanted to get married. Her brother, the one person just like her, wasn't like her at all. He wanted to get married. She hadn't considered it. She hadn't wanted to.

She thought through the catalogue of people she'd hooked up with and not a single one had she ever wanted to actually be with romantically. It never crossed her mind. Was it possible she still hadn't met the one?

She pushed the thoughts out of her head for later. Michael deserved her full attention.

"It's not over yet," she whispered, "They might still find him."

"But–"

"And if they don't, then I'm here. You're not alone, okay?" Isobel promised him. Michael choked on a sob, but he nodded.

She held him until the phone called to say he was found alive. Barely, but alive.

They slept easier after that.

.5.

Josh, Brandy, Caroline, Sam.

Isobel dated every different type of person she could find, trying to find her person. They all either bored her, went too fast, or wanted to push boundaries that she didn't like being pushed. PDA was much different when it was something like holding hands and she didn't like it.

In fact, she hated all of it. She was almost 30 and she'd been dating even though she didn't really want to. She'd heard women online say it was fine to be single, but it still didn't sound right. She single didn't feel like the right word. She wanted something... just not that. She didn't know how to describe it.

"You think there's something wrong with me?" Isobel asked Michael as they laid out by the pool she'd had installed during the winter. He turned his head to her, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand.

"What?"

"I want like a perpetual fuck buddy instead of a boyfriend or a girlfriend," Isobel said, "I don't mind it being the same person for awhile, you know, but just not like that. Every time I've tried, everyone wants something different than I do. Is that so wrong?"

"No," Michael said, "Who said it was?"

"I mean, my mom, society," Isobel explained. Michael snorted.

"Fuck society."

"Yeah, but still. Even you have a person, what if I don't?" Isobel said. Michael shrugged.

"I wouldn't really call Alex my person," Michael said, "But I'm sure you have someone out there."

"What if I don't want one?"

Michael paused for a few seconds before saying, "You don't have to have one."

"Then why did you have a dramatic pause?" He stayed silent for too long again. "Michael!"

"Sorry, I'm just thinking," Michael said, "Is it commitment you're not interested in or is it the, like, romantic relationship part?"

She thought about it, but it didn't long to find her answer as she filtered through her failed relationships. It was fine up until the point they started expecting her to be a girlfriend or started treating her like one.

"Romantic part," she said as confidentially as she could. He hummed and laid back on the chair.

"Have you ever heard of asexuality?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not that. Definitely not that," she said. He snorted.

"Yeah, but there's a word for the other side of things too. There's aromanticism, kinda sounds like what you're saying. Or at least what I know about it," he explained. Isobel's mouth felt a little dry.

"What happened to fuck labels?"

"I mean, yeah, still fuck labels. But they can be helpful sometimes when you feel alone," Michael explained, "And that might help. I can help you look into it."

"Okay," she agreed softly.

They stayed silent for a little longer as she mulled over the word. If that was it, then she had an answer. She liked the idea of having an answer. She also liked the idea of not having to fucking worry about something so trivial.

That sounded nice.

"You're fucking married!"

"I'm fucking married!"

Isobel hugged Michael so tight she nearly lifted him off his feet. He just laughed helplessly, so unrelentingly happy. And she was happy for him. Maybe she didn't get it, but it didn't matter. He was happy and that mattered.

"This is so fucking weird," Michael laughed, looking around the room at their tiny little reception. Alex was sitting beside his brother, Greg, talking about whatever brothers like them talked about.

"I bet," she said, resting her head against his shoulder as they stared out at the party.

It took a little while, but Isobel finally realized that her relationships were just going to be a little bit different. Just remove the romance. It made it harder to find someone, but, honestly, it was worth it now that she had a word and an understanding. Queer platonic partners weren't easy to come by where they lived, but she didn't even care. She was finally happy with her situation.

"I'm so happy for you," Isobel said. She'd gotten to walk him down the aisle which was an unforeseen dream of hers. "You and Alex are gonna be so happy."

"I hope so," Michael breathed, "A long goddamn time coming. I'm ready to just fucking be with him without all the bullshit."

"Well," Isobel said, "Your time is now."

"Yeah."

He rested his cheek against her head and watched as Alex squeezed his brothers arm before getting up to go speak to someone else. Isobel watched as Greg sort of folded in on himself after Alex left, curling over his phone.

"Don't tell Alex, but his brother's kind of hot," Isobel noted. Michael snorted.

"You know what, Greg might actually be a good fit for you. His dad fucked him up real bad."

"Oh, thanks for that."

"No," Michael laughed, "I meant he's got a bad track record at girlfriends 'cause he doesn't give them enough attention or whatever. Married to his job, he said. But he's nice and he does his best, so I say go for it. See if you guys fit."

"Ooh," Isobel said, slowly peeling herself off Michael, "Gonna go see if I can offer something more his speed, you go blow your husband." Michael laughed and let her go.

"Oh, and, Izzy?" he said before she got too far. She hummed as she turned back to him. "You're my person. Not Alex. Just thought you should know."

And that meant more to her than anything else.

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nervouscoffeeheart · 4 years

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Yup yup! I'm back again!

With Part 4🎶

~~~~~~~Enjoy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*everyone sitting quietly in lounge with pin drop silence*

Tsuzuru: sigh... I'm finally back.... Wait... Explaintion time?

Sakuya: yes.

Tsuzuru: ....

Izumi: ......

Manager: TODAY IS THE BEST DAY EVER! IM SOO HAPPY I GOT THIS NEW HEADPHONE!

Kamekichi: haha, and I meet a new hot girl! And guess what, I got her number!

Manager: Well, can't argue with that today is the most amazing day ev-

Everyone: *glazing at Manager and Kamekichi*

Manager & Kamekichi: ...gulp...

Izumi: *door closed* Everyone's here?

Izumi: Good. ..... Okay now, let's start. So, who's first?

Everyone: *trying not making eye contact with Izumi*

Izumi: Okay, then we will start from... Homare, Itaru, Omi and Taichi's story.

Homare: Oh well... *Homare looking at Taichi, Omi and Itaru* ..gulp... Them let me explain.. Actually.... Wait, Taichi, you'll explain first, please?

Taichi: HUH?! oh well... Actually... Remember what happened yesterday night?

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*night before this all happened*

Omi: Here you go!

Taichi: Thanks for the dinner!

Guy: As always, Fushimi makes the most amazing looking and delicious food.

Omi: haha, thanks again, Guy.

Kazunari: Hey, I've heard that there's an app which delivers fresh meat and seafoods!

Itaru: oh yeah, I've heard about that one!

Sakyo: well, it sounds useful, but can we trust them that they'll really sell fresh food?

Kazunari: don't worry, Frooch! If they did that we can complain them!

Muku: well, looking at the reviews, people gave them 5 stars and they said that they are trustworthy.

Taichi: Yeah! Hey Sakyo-nii! Let's eat something amazing tomorrow! Please!please!

Sakyo: ..... Well I don't have any issue with that.

Tenma: wait, for real?!

Banri: who are you? And how did you kill or kidnapped Sakyo? Please tell me how?

Sakyo: ......

Banri: haha... I shouldn't have asked that...

Sakyo: it's good to eat something new once in a while, what about you, Director?

Izumi: hm? Well, I don't have any problem.

Taichi: YAY!

Omi: hmm. Let's make Crab tomorrow! -of course we'll make sushi and some other fried foods with it!

Homare: Thanks, Omi. I knew you'd understand that I don't like seafood that much...

Hisoka: well, I don't think you're alone.

Chikage: Yes, Chigasaki also don't like seafood.

Itaru: Yup, Yup.

Guy: I'll help you, Fushimi.

Omi: Thanks, Guy!

Azuma: Then, I'll take that new sake I got tomorrow!

Taichi: Yay! I'm so excited for tomorrow!

~~~~~~~Time before Izumi came home~~~~~

Delivery man: Excuse me, You're order.

Izumi: oh, Umm, thanks! Uhhh... Taichi! Can you take this? I have paid for it. And I'm in a hurry so...

Taichi: it's okay, Director! Take care!

Izumi: Thank you, bye!

[In Lounge]

Taichi: Omi, we've got that Crab!

Omi: Nice! But... Taichi keep it there, I'll keep it in fridge later.

Taichi: okay~

Itaru: Argh! Why! Won't that SSR comes Home!?

Itaru: ....hey Homare... Wanna pull?

Homare: hm? But what?

Itaru: An SSR Card...? Just click this!

Homare: oh, okay!

Itaru: ..... YES! I got it!!! Thanks, Homare!

Homare: well, thank you as well Itaru! My poetic inspiration is coming out! Do you want to hear it?

Itaru: Yeah, No.

Homare: Aww... Hmm... Anyways, Itaru, have you seen my pen?

Itaru: ha? I thought it was in your hand, when you said you got an inspiration.

Homare: hmm..... Wait a minute.... Is that box is...moving...?...... Uh? Must be my imagination.

*box moving*

Itaru: Yes!, Hahaha. I got it! .... Hm? That box.... Ah, no how can that box move...

Omi: hmm.... Where's that box...? Taichi! Where's that box?

Taichi: Huh? I kept it here!

Omi: you sure?

Taichi: yes!, I'm sure. ....Itaru, Homare, do you guys know where's that crab box?

Homare: Well, I don't really know...but, I think I saw that box moving around, haha, I have a quiet imagination!

Itaru: ...wait...you also saw that..?

Homare: .....?

Omi: ....wait look! ....that box...

Itaru: it's torn apart....

Taichi: then...that means...someone took that crab awa-

Homare: Taichi!, On your Hair!!!

Taichi: huh? My hair... WOAH WAAAAHHHAHAHAH!

Omi: don't worry, Taichi, I got you covered!

Taichi: ha... Thanks Omi!!!!

Itaru: wait... That crab was alive the whole time?!

Taichi: THAT WAS UNEXPECTED!

Omi: I agree with you!

Homare: wait that crab is going somewhere...

*crab going towards the table in lounge...and grab itaru's phone*

Itaru: WAIT WHAT?!

Homare: WAIT, HE ALSO GOT MY PEN!

Itaru: I'm not gonna forgive him! } toge-

Homare: I'm not going to forgive him! } -ther

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Izumi: I see, this much explaintion is enough for now...

Homare: sigh...

Taichi: gulp...

Omi: haha...

Itaru: well, after that me and Homare were trying to find that crab...

Omi: Turns out that both of 'em wanted to kill that crab...

Izumi: Okay. Now, Tsumugi, Yuki and Azami. Explain.

Azami: don't look at me.

Yuki: sigh...

Tsumugi: Well, ummm.....

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[Hallway]

Tsumugi: .... Oh Azami, welcome back!

Azami: Thanks, Tsumugi.

Tsuzuru: Wait! Don't run!

Azami: huh? Children?

Tsuzuru: Ah, sorry Azami, these are my three youngest siblings.

Tsumugi: Aww, if I'm correct, this one is Mitsuru, the last Third one, and this one is Takeru, last second one, and then Yuzuru the last!.

Tsuzuru: Haha, yes, you're right Tsumugi.

Azami: Hah? Y'all so cute!

Tsumugi: That's true! ~

Yuzuru: thank you, uncle...

Azami: ..u-Uncle?! Haha, I'm like your brother!

Tsumugi: Fufu, well I think he meant by me.

Takeru: I don't think only you, Onii-chan.

Mitsuru: hey, don't disturb Onii-chan.

Tsuzuru: Yes, Mitsuru is right!

Tsumugi: haha, well aren't they funny as well?

Azami: yeah..!

Tsuzuru: well, all my brothers were busy, that's why they told me if I can take care of them... But seems like I've got a little meeting with Sakyo today.

Tsumugi: then, I can help you, Tsuzuru!

Tsuzuru: oh no, Tsumugi. I think your busy...

Tsumugi: no! It's nothing! I can at least help you with this! After all you wrote our scripts and rest very rarely. It's okay I can handle!

Tsuzuru: Umm, well, if you say so... Thank you Tsumugi! But don't worry let them. They'll be fine.

Tsumugi: hmm... If you're sure... If anything happens I'll take care of them.

Tsuzuru: yes, thank you, also I'll be here so you don't need to worry, okay?

Tsumugi: okay...

Azami: hey! Don't touch my face that much!

Tsumugi: Seems like they like Azami!

Yuki: I'm back.

Tsuzuru: Welcome back!

Yuki: Woah, what a coincidence, I was just about to come and ask you that if I can borrow your little brothers for a while.

Tsuzuru: borrow..?

Yuki: well, you see my neighbor told me to make a costume for their youngest son and daughter. That's why I wanted a little model.

Azami: Ah, if that's the case... I can also help. There's a new cream I got. I wanted to try it on Banri, but he told me that he's a little busy... That's why I wanted someone to try it.

Tsuzuru: well, as long as they're happy with it...

Tsuzuru's siblings: YAY!

Tsumugi: Can I come to? I can help you guys.

Yuki: Of course you can!

Tsuzuru: then I should go too. Bye.

Everyone: bye, bye~

~~~~~~~~~~

[Lounge]

Yuki: huh? Why are you sniffing around, stupid dog?

Taichi: YUKI! Azami and Tsumugi! Ahh... You see the-

Omi: well, are you guys going somewhere with these children? Looks like they're Tsuzuru's Siblings.

Tsumugi: oh yes, we are going to Yuki's room.

Omi: oh okay then, have fun!

Omi: I don't think we should tell them about that crab... They have kids with them... They'll get panic...

Taichi: guess you're right...

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[Tenma/Yuki's Room]

Yuki: Okay, thank God, that hack is not here. Okay, Umm sorry I forgot your names.. Mitsuru...right?

Azami: we'll start with you, Mitsuru.

Mitsuru: oh okay...

Tsumugi: good luck!

Yuzuru: hey, look! A pigeon!

Takeru: Shhh.

Tsumugi: oh yes, that's a nice pigeon!

Yuki: Tsumugi, can you help a bit here?

Takeru: Now's our chance! Yuzuru, hold my hand and don't make noise.

Yuzuru: Shhh... Okay..!

*Yuzuru and Takeru slowly escaping*

Tsumugi: Wait... Where are you two thinking you're going, hm?

Takeru: ?!, haha...ahno... Haha.. Just going to bathroom... Yuzuru wanted to go...

Tsumugi: Then, don't worry I'll take you there, Yuzuru. Come on.

Yuzuru: okay...

Takeru: Awww...

Yuki: Heyyy, Takeru, you wanna do something drawing..?

Takeru: huh? Well, okay.

Yuki: here are pencils and book.

Azami: is that Tenma's book?

Yuki: ...haha what...? No. Well, it would've been fun but... Unfortunately, it's not.

Azami: don't worry, I can understand, if we were in my room I would've gave him Sakyo's book.

Yuki: haha, so true!, That Money Grubbing Yakuza, But it's not hack's book, though...

Mitsuru: t-There's a hack and money grubbing Yakuza here?!

Azami: haha, don't worry Mitsuru.

Takeru: ........

*slowly escaped while they were talking*

Takeru: haha! Now, let's explore this dorm like a big boy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Part 4~~~~~~~~~~~~

(If there's any mistake, error or any sentence that doesn't make any sense so, my apologies for that....)

Note: I actually don't know much about Tsuzuru's Siblings... But, I'm just putting the stuff I know about them. Also they're super cute (ﾉ*>∀<)ﾉ♡

Thank you for reading this post until the end♪ ♬ ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ ♬ ♪

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i-live-in-a-yellow-submarine · 4 years

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Ultimate Beatlemania Tag!

Right off the bat, thank you so much to @johns-prince for tagging me! It took me forever to get around to filling this out, but I did it! I kind of don’t know people though so I don’t really know who I’d tag...I’ll just throw @toughbaby-buggybaby in because why not, you can do this if you want!

Anyway, this is gonna be a long post, so prepare yourself if you decide to read this.

How long have you been a fan?:

Okay well this is a little complicated to answer properly, but I’ll do my best. I’ve been listening to their music ever since I was little, and I’ve always adored it. The only problem was that I was either too young to think “Oh, this is The Beatles, I like them a lot!” or I just had no clue that it was them. I have that problem with a lot of bands that I’m into now actually. My dad always forgot to tell me “Oh by the way, you’re listening to insert band name here,” so now I’m catching up.

But if we’re talking about when I decided to sell my soul to these four dorks then it was about a year ago. I got really into their music because of some family members that had come visiting for the holidays, and they were all about The Beatles. One of my cousins would play their songs for me on the piano, as well as some of Paul’s solo work. After that I went in a spiral of just investing myself in them, so now they own my life.

Favorite Beatle:

How dare you make me choose. I love them all and refuse to pick between them-

Really though, I adore each of them so much and it’s really hard for me to make a concrete decision, especially since I tend to go through phases. I always conclude with George though because I just relate to him the most personality wise and admire him in a lot of ways, plus I think he’s gorgeous.

Favorite era for music:

I assume we’re talking about their specific eras in their own music? I hope that’s what this question is. If not, I personally like music from the 60s to the 80s, kind of bleeding into the 90s.

For the bug boys specifically, I think at the moment I’d have to go with everything.

Favorite era for lewks:

Again, if we’re talking about in general, I honestly don’t have an answer?? I’m not into fashion whatsoever, I just walk around wearing hoodies and jeans no matter what. The extent of my fashion knowledge is me seeing something I like and thinking “nice.”

For The Beatles, I honestly don’t know either. I thought they usually looked good in one way or another, (with a few exceptions that we’ll be getting to, don’t you worry) though I’ll always have a soft spot for their moptop era because they just looked adorable all the time. Also, those four looked amazing during their teddy boy days. I’m weak for teddy boy John and George.

Favorite song:

This is a really hard question to answer because I have so many favorites but I’ll try anyway.

This Boy is what I’m gonna start with, because oh my goodness it’s beautiful. John’s voice makes me feel so many things in that song, plus the harmonies behind it are just- mwah. Amazing. Along with that, In My Life never ceases to make me emotional for pretty much the same reasons, and the lyrics of course. The acoustic (???) version of While My Guitar Gently Weeps also has the same effect and I can’t deal with it.

When I’m Sixty Four has always been a favorite of mine from the start. A big part is because I’m a biased clarinet player and love every bit of it, plus Paul’s vocals in that one are so crisp and clear and I can’t handle it. And while we’re on the topic of Sgt Pepper, I also love With A Little Help From My Friends. I always get so happy when I hear Ringo’s voice, and this is one of my favorite songs that he sang.

Probably an unpopular choice for a favorite, but I’ve always really liked For You Blue??? I don’t know why, it just makes me laugh and all giddy for some reason. Honey Pie has the same effect on me as well. That song makes me bounce around like I’m a little kid again, and I adore it. It’s pretty much the same with Martha My Dear too, and also it makes me think of Martha which is always great.

I’m also a fan of their solo work and still branching off into it, but I really like Somedays, Blood From A Clone, and I Know (I Know).

Sorry I went on a tangent I just really appreciate music-

Favorite Album:

I’ll try not to rant on this one because again, I love them all. But uhhhhh, the first album I listened to all the way through (and also the first original record I received, my prized possession) was Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. It holds a special place in my heart for that reason, on top of it just being all around amazing. But if you asked me to pick one album that I had to stick with for the rest of my life, right now I’d have to go with Let It Be or The White Album.

Unpopular/Controversial Beatles opinion:

Oh boy, I don’t want to go into details very much because I don’t feel like it, but I’d have to say my belief that the Lennon-McCartney relationship was romantic in some way. I know that one is controversial because…I mean just take a look around.

A song everyone loves but you dislike:

I honestly don’t know really, I don’t think I dislike any of their stuff, or at least I can’t think of any at the current moment. I don’t have many people that I can get opinions about their songs from, but I do know that I don’t go crazy over Yesterday like some people do. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a pretty song, I just have others I prefer much more than it.

A song everyone dislikes but you love:

Again, I don’t really know what songs people collectively love and don’t. I do know that when I listened to Lady Madonna with my mom for the first time, I was absolutely vibing and she was not having it. My step dad wasn’t either, and it’s the same situation with The Long And Winding Road. Those are just between three people’s opinions but shhh-

Your fantasy involving The Beatles:

Gosh, if I were able to have met those four and been one of their friends, it would just be a dream come true. Talking to them and just spending time with them is something I wish I could do, just to be there with those brilliant humans would be amazing. I admire each of them for different reasons, and if I got the chance to have been their friend for years, I could die and be happy.

Tell us about the moment you knew you were a fan:

Looping back to what I said at the start, I’ve technically been a fan of their music since I was a little kid. But talking about the time I unknowingly handed my soul to them, I’d have to say around my last birthday.

A while back I was - and still am - all about the Legend Of Zelda franchise. I’d finished up all the manga that I’d bought based off the games, and wondered if I could find other stuff to read that was like it. Then the world of fanfiction showed itself to me and I just thought “Oh boy, this is a bad idea, but who cares, I want content.”

Fast forward to the point where I was really into The Beatles musically. I wanted to know more about the actual people making the music, so during the process of learning more about them, I remembered the deep and dark depths of fanfiction websites. Thus, I discovered that McLennon was a thing and immediately needed to know why. I literally read my first McLennon fanfic on my birthday.

Basically a month later I’d fallen completely in love with these four guys, their music, and McLennon.

Did you ever have a genuine ‘The Beatles suck!’ phase before becoming a fan?:

Oh no, I could never! This band had been drilled into my mind as one of the greatest of all time by multiple family members, so I just went with it. My dad would talk about them and I’d find them fascinating, even though I was much younger. In fact, I have a fuzzy memory of him driving my brother and I to the beach one time many years back, and he was talking about Norwegian Wood. He never actually told me that was the name, so I forgot shortly after. Then a couple years go by and I’m listening to it for the first time in who knows how long and go “Wait! That’s the song he was talking about!”

Favorite Beatles Book:

I actually haven’t read any yet, but I really want to. I’ve been thinking about getting both of John’s because I’ve heard that they’re quite entertaining for the right people, and based on what I have read from them, I think I’d really like them. I would love to get more after that, but that’s where I’d start.

Thoughts on the old generation of fans:

Having family members that fit in that category, I don’t have any problem with them at all. I mean, they were there during the time of The Beatles, and they always have interesting things to say about them and fun stories to tell. In my own experiences some of them can be a bit condescending with their views and opinions because they were alive during the time, but I know that not all the people in that generation are like that.

If Hollywood were to make a high budget Beatles biopic, what is one thing you desperately hope they include?:

Lots of things really. If I had to go with one, I really would want them to show just how much those four loved and cared for each other, especially the bond between Paul and John. I feel like the breakup, which is a very complicated topic in it of itself, tinted the media’s view to the point where some people believe that they hated each other, which is far from the truth.

I assume they would get their personalities right?? But if that’s something high budget biopics don’t guarantee, then that too. I just want to see their lives done right, with the important factors and people in their lives shown in the right light too. I know that’s a lot to ask of a biopic and probably will never happen, but I can dream.

Do you read/write fanfic?:

Yes, I do both. I wanted to become a better writer and artist, so I use The Beatles and other fandoms I’m a part of as a creative outlet in that sense. There are also so many amazing creators out there that I adore, so why would I not pay attention to the great things people have made?

Are you the only one in your family/friend group to enjoy them?:

No, but also yes? It’s kind of weird actually. Family wise, I have a lot of family members that at least like their music, so I can talk to them when it comes to that. But when it comes to the boys as people, I really don’t have many family members who know much or care. I can rant to my mom because she just takes it all in even though she doesn’t have a clue what I’m talking about, and I infected my brother with Beatlemaniac as well, so now his favorite is Ringo and we talk about them a lot with each other.

Friends wise, I have two that enjoy them. My closest friend is a musician and music is really important in her family, so she’s been listening to a number of bands since she was basically a baby. I talk to her about anything and everything, which also means I rant about everything involving The Beatles. As far as I know, she doesn’t mind and likes talking about the McLennon tea. The other loves all music and she’s been listening to some of their stuff since she was young as well, but it was when I was getting really invested in The Beatles that she also did.

Are you a shipper?:

Yes, yes, and yes.

Addressing McLennon first, I don’t necessarily see it as only a ship, I believe that those two were in a romantic relationship of some kind. But I’ll save those opinions for just a little bit-

Of course when roaming around in the fanfiction world for that good McLennon content, I was bound to find other ships. Obviously my heart belongs to McLennon, so I can’t see Paul or John in any other relationship. As a result of that, I found comfort in Starrison and think it’s precious, though that’s purely just a ship in my book, so I love and put their friendship first. It definitely doesn’t fall into the same boat as McLennon for me.

Favorite movie starring/made by them?:

Over the past few months I fell in love with Yellow Submarine, which I am going to make count in terms of this question because it’s quality content. I love the humor, the artwork, the designs, the story, the music, everything. I just love it all.

Do you believe in McLennon?:

I’m sure you know the answer to that by now.

General opinions on McLennon?:

This post could go on forever if I actually let myself say everything I wanted to. I’ll try to keep it brief because I’ve rambled for long enough as is.

As I already stated, I have a firm believe that McLennon was real. No, is real. Paul shows his love for John to this day, and I’m sure John is reciprocating it wherever he is right now. Everything that they went through together just takes me on the most emotional rollercoaster to ever exist.

I was in the middle of making a list of just all the little things about their amazing relationship, but I realized there were so many that I could fill books about it all, and there would still be so much that we don’t know about. In the end, what John and Paul had was theirs, and the glimpses of it that we’ve been lucky enough to see are beautiful, heartbreaking, and everything in between. The love they shared lives on in the music they created, and I’m just glad to be able to experience it in that way.

If you got to change ONE thing about their history, what would it be and why?:

Oh this is a hard one for sure. I think if I were able to change something, it would be how the breakup played out. Altering factors in their lives so that they had been able to communicate with each other (specifically John and Paul) properly so they were on the same page with each other in what they needed and wanted probably would have softened the blow of the breakup for them, if it were to even happen.

Preventing the alcohol and substance abuse that was dealt with during that time and onward would most definitely have made things better as well, along with everything that happened with John’s association with Yoko. If they had just been able to keep their issues under control with help from people qualified to do so, I think things would have turned out much better for all of them. Then again, it’s such a complicated topic and there are so many things we could change for the better that I don’t have a set way to answer the question.

What song has the best vocals?:

I’m about to go on a tangent again, sorry-

I love the vocals for When I’m Sixty Four. Everything just sounds so clean in that song. I also really love how Paul sounds in Michelle and She’s Leaving Home, with the background feeling all calm so his voice kind of pops.

Girl leaves me feeling like a puddle and I don’t know how to handle it. It’s a similar situation with Do You Want To Know A Secret and This Boy too. The vocals just make me feel things.

John’s voice in Across The Universe and Julia sounds so sweet and sincere, and it always calms me down. I don’t really know why I love it so much, I just think the vocals are wonderful and almost insecure.

I think my favorite performance vocals wise has to be If I Fell though. The way Paul and John’s voices blend perfectly shows prominently in this song, and it’s absolutely beautiful.

What song do you feel had no effort put into it?:

Los Paranoias, but I don’t care and vibe to it anyway.

What is a well talked about moment in Beatles history that you genuinely believe to be false?:

I’ve been thinking really hard about this question but I can’t really think of one off the top of my head that holds much significance. I know there are plenty, but how glorified John and Yoko’s relationship was just seems so artificial to me the majority of the time. I know that isn’t really a moment per say, but it’s the only thing I could think of.

What is something you KNOW to be true, but often gets erased in their history?:

The biggest one that comes to mind right now is definitely the majority of the things involving Yoko throughout the breakup of the band up until John’s death. Honestly, I’ve read and thought about it so much that I just don’t really feel like going into much detail, but in general a lot of the things Yoko did seem to be brushed under the rug.

Least favorite look from a Beatle(s):

Need I say more?

Really though, I don’t have a care for the facial hair John and Paul had in 67, and again later on with their beards. I think they just looked better without it, when you can see their whole face. There’s also the underlying struggles they were dealing with at the time that brought on those messy looks, which makes me more sad than anything.

Favorite look from a Beatle(s):

I’m just gonna list my favorites for each of them and then my favorite pictures or gifs of them because why not.

How I Won The War John is beautiful and I can’t explain why, he just has that special something. I also have a thing for 64-66 John in hats-

Honestly everything from 63-66 is great for Paul. He looked pretty much the same to me during that time period, just with his hair gradually getting longer.

He also had his moments in 67, after he got rid of the mustache (that’s how I feel about John in 67 too)

I could go ahead and say just about everything for George honestly because I’m weak for him. But to pick absolute favorites, then I’d go with 65, 67, and The Rooftop Concert.

I absolutely adore 63 and 64 Ringo to no end. He was just adorable no matter what.

For the whole group together, I think my favorites would be their Shea Staduim or A Hard Day’s Night looks. They make my heart melt.

Anyway, that was a lot of rambling and I definitely didn’t need to write as much as I did, but what can you do? Thank you again for the tag! On the off chance that anyone sees this and wants to do it, go ahead! Peace and Love <3

#tag games!#any gifs in this do not belong to me! I don’t remember who made them sorry :<

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doctormctiddy · 6 years

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a quick update fic i meant to post yesterday but got busy and couldn’t because... well, i’m suffering. a lot. that paid scene really hit home to me tbh. ;-;

( spoilers for julian’s chapter 10, paid scene. )

To say she was scared was an understatement.

Hell, Gloria was absolutely fucking terrified. First there was that ghostly presence in Lucio’s wing, now they were in a dark and ominous dungeon, and to top it all off… she couldn’t follow Julian down to get his cure. He'd already noticed her shaking, hands only barely doing so as he held one of them. Running a thumb over her knuckles, he drew her close to him in a hug as the gate to the lift creaked open.

“Julie…” she starts, turning her face into his chest.

“Yes?” His nose is in her hair, tickling it with his breaths.

“Just because you opened that door doesn't mean you're a bad person.” Gloria affirms, squeezing her eyes shut and nuzzling him. “I just wanted to let you know that.”

The doctor's quiet for a second, before he sighs, a gloved hand squeezing her arm. “But how do we know?”

“Ilya, I just… I know. I only wish that was enough to convince Nadia.” Looking up at him, her eyebrows upturn, “You believe me, right?”

“... I do.”

And then he's gone, spun out of her embrace and into the gate, the iron thing clanging shut to separate them. Reaching between the bars to cup his cheek, Gloria reaches up on her tiptoes to smile at Julian.

“I'm glad."

He opens his mouth again to say something, before she reaches up and places a soft kiss to his lips. His reaction is immediate, gently touching her face, an arm wrapping around her waist through the gate, holding her close- and then he's kissing all over her face, almost like he was trying to remember every detail of it.

“Ilya?”

“Shh.” One more kiss to her lips, and he smiles. “For luck?”

“... For luck.” Gloria agrees, a small laugh escaping her. Julian joins in, almost sad.

“Ah, I shouldn't have done that. Now I really don't want to leave...”

The magician's heart aches as Julian pulls his hands back to grasp at the bars, looking desperately, painfully sad. And… scared. He was scared too, probably more scared than she was. His silver eye is alight with longing, like he can see some distant future that she can't. Blinking and steadying himself, he takes in a breath, looking up at her.

“Thank you, Gloria,” he says softly, memorizing her face, “I would have never gotten this far without help. Without… you.” Another gentle touch to her cheek, and she frowns.

“Stop it,” she almost snaps, “stop touching me like I'm going to leave you. I won't.”

“It’s… not that.” Still hushed, his touch grows a bit firmer. “I'm still just trying to wrap my head around the fact that somebody would want to stay with me.”

“I'll tell you as many times as it would take to make you believe it, Julie.”

Another smile, and his thumb rubs her cheekbone. “I've done a lot of things I regret. Things I remember, and, I'm sure, things I forgot. But I don't, I couldn't possibly, regret meeting you. Every moment I have with you is a blessing. I want you to know, I… oh no. No, don’t cry…”

Gloria's sniffles are proof enough of that, the tears welling in her eyes betraying the statement she says, “I- I’m not crying!”

“Darling, please don't cry.”

“It's just,” another loud sniff, and she wipes at her eyes, removing her glasses, “you're making this sound like it's goodbye. This can't… it can't be goodbye.”

“It’s not, or at least, I hope it’s not. Now, now… shhh, easy darling, easy… I'm here.”

“Julian, that's one of… the nicest things anyone's ever told me. I just… I want to let you know that.” Gloria clears her throat, holding back more tears. “You're a blessing to me too.”

Now it was his turn to get misty eyed, chuckling sadly. “In that case, thank you. And I just wanted to let you know, also. I… I want a future with you." Her mouth opening gives him a bit of strength to continue, “More than anything. And I know you want one with me too, so… I'll find some way to make that happen, no matter what it takes. I promise.”

Unable to hold back any longer, she flings herself at the bars, wrapping her arms around Julian's neck and hitching a sob out. He retaliates by stroking her back as best as he could with that cursed gate in the way as she trembles in his embrace, thoughts at a million miles an hour.

“Come back to me,” she pleads, and he nods.

“I will, I promise you that.” Pulling her away, he rests a hand on the lever, meeting her eyes one last time. “And, Gloria, I… I’ll see you soon.”

With one downward thrust, the machine kicks to life, sending him down and away from her gaze. Gloria runs back up immediately, throwing herself at the cage and screaming to be heard. “Please, come back to me! Send that thing up for me when you get there! God, Julian, please come back!”

She'd already known his ‘I'll see you soon’ had meant ‘I love you.’

#anyone else in pain because wow i sure am #the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fanfic #julian devorak #fan apprentice #ace apprentice #gloria/julian #spoilers #ace ♠ reads the cards #my writing

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tmandpm · 7 years

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MAJOR SMUT ALERT!!! Here is one of three I’ll be posting tonight. No disrespect intended. Just fun.

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They had just gotten home from some charity gala. Philip had stood by his wife, wrapped an arm around her, and posed for photographs, but on the inside he was angry and hurt. Theresa had noticed it since yesterday, and he hardly talked, let alone touched, her unless he had to for the past 48 hours.

Theresa had kicked her shoes off as soon as they got home. Her feet were killing her, and the corset-like top she was wearing was hurting her back. She took her coat off and hung it on the coat rack, “Philip, could you help me get this damned top off?” She spun around when there was no answer. Her husband was already gone. She went in search of him and found him in the en-suite on their bedroom. He had stripped down to his boxers and was brushing his teeth. “Baby?” she called.

“What is it, Theresa?” he bit back.

Theresa stood in shocked silence. He never acted this way. Ever. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting so strange lately. Especially tonight,” she said, voice quivering.

Philip spit the toothpaste out and washed his mouth before he pushed past his wife, saying rather harshly, “I don’t know. Check the date.”

‘The date?’ she wondered. Then it clicked, “Our anniversary.”

“Yes. That thing,” he said, yanking their bedclothes back.

Theresa rushed to her husband’s side, grabbing his hand and turning him to face her. “Oh, Philip. I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.”

“I noticed.”

“I’ve just been so wrapped up in the Commons and this charity gala,” she stopped, looking at her husband. She saw the hurt and anger in his eyes, and it made her feel even worse. “That’s still no excuse. I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Unless you can magically time travel, no,” he said sitting on the bed.

Theresa came to rest on her knees before him, hands laid on his bare thighs, “Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to. You know that.”

Philip looked at his wife. ‘She really is beautiful,’ he thought. An idea flashed through his mind. “Take off your top,” he commanded.

Theresa jerked her head up, staring into her husband’s blue eyes that were darkened with anger and something she couldn’t quite place. “Wh-what?”

Philip ran a hand through her hair before leaning down and whispering close to her ear, “Take off the top.”

Theresa’s hands went to the tiny eyelets that ran down her back and pushed them together, immediately releasing her from the royal blue contraption. She took a deep breath as her body adjusted to the larger, more normal, flow of air going into her lungs. She pulled the satin fabric away from her and felt her nipples become hardened at the touch of the cool air.

“Now get on the bed,” he growled out. Theresa looked back into his eyes when she recognized that other thing, lust. She immediately felt herself become drenched in the flow black trousers. Without hesitation, she pulled herself up and onto the bed. Philip stood, facing his wife, “Take off the pants.”

She quickly undid them and slid down her legs, leaving her in nothing but black lace knickers and oversized diamond earrings. Philip stepped between her opens legs and squatted, bring him to eye level with Theresa, “Do you really want to make it up to me?” She nodded. “Then do everything I say.” Another nod. “Let me see you,” he said tearing her underwear.

Theresa gasped. Of course she and Philip had experimented in the bedroom. They had been married a long time, and they were fairly open minded people, she like to think. But she had never seen her husband take complete control over her. She liked it. Philip looked down at his wife’s center, “Mmm. All nice and pink.” He ran a finger up and down her, causing Theresa to throw her head back, “And so, so wet.”

“Please, Philip.”

He brought his hand to cover her mouth, “Shhh. Remember, everything I say. Lay down on the bed.”

Theresa scooted up until her head was resting on the pillows, body perfectly centered, and legs wide open. “Now what?”

“You’re very eager to please.” Philip looked his wife up and down, “Touch yourself.”

Shocked momentarily but soon recovering, Theresa let her hands start on her breasts. She gently kneaded them before pinching her nipples, making them tighter. Her hands wandered down her stomach, coming to rest on the shortly shorn mound between her legs. With her left hand, she spread herself open and used to her right hand to rub her hardened clit. She gasped at the sensation.

Philip was enthralled by the sight of his wife doing this. His boxers were tented with his erection. He quickly pushed them down his legs and stepped out of them before grasping his hardened member and stroking. The moans his wife was making was enough to send anyone over the edge, and he so desperately wanted to be inside of her.

Theresa felt herself start clenching and then it hit her. That wonderful feeling of falling and not caring. She kept rubbing herself, stretching the pleasure out. When she came down, she blushed. Realizing she hadn’t masturbated since college. In fact, since she and Philip had dated. She remembered how they had both wanted to take things slow and steady, but after dark, when her roommate was asleep, she would slip her hands underneath the comforter and rub herself until she came with a silent scream. She glanced up to see her husband staring at her, hand firmly around his penis. God, he was sexy.

She started to get up when Philip said, “No. stay right there.” He climbed towards her from the bottom of the bed before settling himself in the open space her legs had between them. He pressed his lips to her rather roughly, teeth clinking. He pinned her arms above her head with one hand while the other went for something on his nightstand.

Theresa opened her eyes as he pulled back from the kiss to see him holding the lanyard he had gotten for the Conservative conference. There was a twinkle in his eye as he wrapped it around her wrists before tying it to the iron posts of the headboard.

“You can’t be serious?” she asked.

“Completely, Dear,” he replies as he propped himself up on his elbows over her. “Now, tell me, does The Right Honorable Lady want me inside of her?”

A very enthusiastic nod and then groan as Philip pushed in. She struggled against her restraint as pleasure overwhelmed her. Philip pulled out before slamming back into her. They both knew this would leave bruises, and they couldn’t care less. He bit her neck breaking skin, and Theresa yelped. The pain was such a good contrast. She unraveled right then and there when Philip licked the shell of her ear and whispered, “You’re so tight and warm and wet. Be a good girl, huh, and come for me.”

Oh, how she did. Screaming and thrashing her head about she came harder than she ever thought possible. They both felt the gush of wetness from her as her back arched, and every muscle in her body went taught. The intense clenching and the feel of the velvet of his wife around him made Philip groan as spurt after spurt left his body and went into hers. He collapsed on top of her, untying her hands as he did so.

Theresa let her hands run through her husband’s hair before taking his glasses and putting them on the nightstand. She gently pulled the heavy earrings off and threw them on the floor to find in the morning. “Do you forgive me?” She asked still breathless. Makeup be damned. She’ll take it off in the morning too.

From his position of his head on his wife’s chest, he wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing the valley between her breasts and saying, “More than.”

#here #take it #the next one will be here soon #enjoy #now we know why he has his love of lanyards #FYI this isn’t edited so...sorry #fanfic

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