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much ado about nothing chapter 2 - eren x reader - 18+!!
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. minors and ageless blogs, please do not read below the cut.
welcome back to the much ado universe for our second installment! this chapter is just a lot more yearning and getting to know everyone in the uni, fleshing out the mysterious eren a little more, but there's a treat at the end ;)
@toxrez was kind enough to make some LOVELY fan art of this chapter, please find it linked here i am so appreciative so go send her some love!!!!
specific cws: tee tiny pinch of smut, drug/alcohol use, swearing, historia plotting on your downfall like the meddlesome best friend she is
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“O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” - Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (Act II, Scene 2)
A solid week or two passes and…nothing. You chastise yourself for being disappointed at Eren’s radio silence, especially since you hadn’t exactly given him a way to contact you. He knows Historia has your number, but he hasn’t reached out to get it from her. And why should you expect him to? the annoying, self-doubting voice in your head corrects you every time you dare to hope, you’re not exactly his usual type.
It’s true; since your run-in, Historia’s been busy doing reconnaissance on anything Eren-related she can pick up from the rumor mill. His dating history is a near-blank, but his “hoe history” as Historia lovingly dubs it, is colorful, full of rave girls and bar rats and Instagram models. You’d drank enough that night that it was entirely plausible you had imagined the excited sparkle in his eyes as you rambled on about misrepresentations of theme in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. He had come to Scout’s to work after all, not on the prowl for a sex-starved literature student who couldn’t hold her tequila.
The fact was, he wasn’t interested, cemented after your night out to Scout’s on Halloween. Historia had gone to the trouble of dolling you up in an appropriately slutty outfit on the premise that It’s like, one of the biggest party nights of the entire year. There’s no way he’s not going to be there. But, the bar had been devoid of intoxicating cologne and green eyes, and you’d gone home empty-handed and far more drunk than you’d intended to.
The surprise comes a few days after.
You’re sharing a cup of tea with Historia as she paints your toenails on the couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly and enjoying the pampering. As you're moving your thumb to like Sasha's Instagram post, Historia reaches for her phone suddenly and knocks the nail polish bottle over, spilling it all over your– again, hand-painted coffee table. After four years with her, you can only contrive a semblance of annoyance; you’re surprised the table even lasted this long with no major casualties.
“Stor!” You scramble for the bottle, righting it, but Historia’s typing madly on her phone, muttering under her breath.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”
“What?” You can hardly contain your impatience, trying to quell the hopeful flutter rising in your chest. Historia bites her lip, grins wickedly at you.
“I told you. I told you.”
“Told me what?”
In lieu of an answer, Historia turns her phone to you. You squint to read the texts through the recently-cracked screen.
> Pregame at my place for min’s birthday tn u in?
> for sure! what time?
> 9ish u know the addy?
> yep! we’ll be there.
> See if ur friend wants to come too.
“Your friend?” you scoff, pushing her phone away in painfully feigned disinterest when in reality, your heart is pounding in your throat.
“That’s you,” Historia wiggles her eyebrows meaningfully, as if you weren’t already aware of the fact.
“I resent that,” you say, picking up your phone to continue your mindless scrolling until Historia snatches it from you, fixing you with a pointed look. “What? He can’t even use my name? What a douchebag.”
“That’s just how boys text,” Historia swats your concerns away. You bite back your scathing reminder that Historia has been a loud and proud lesbian since her teenage years and has no idea how “boys text”. Sure, you might be grasping at straws to hate him, resist the temptation rising in your throat, but you’re determined. He humiliated you once, and he won’t get the chance to do it again.
“We’re not going,” you say at the same time as Historia talks over you: “We’re going.” You scowl.
“We have to,” Historia shakes your shoulders, “he was all over you at Scout’s, not to mention that mysterious eight inch claim.”
“He’s had more than a week to reach out, and this is how he decides to do it? Summoning me through you?”
“Maybe he was too shy,” Historia shrugs, returning to painting your last few toes.
“Eren doesn’t strike me as a guy who’s too chicken to ask for a girl’s number, especially after everything you found out from Ymir.” Historia’s girlfriend may have been a bit on the anti-social side, but she somehow knows everyone and everything. Despite her bristly demeanor, Ymir possesses the god-given art of pulling the juiciest gossip out of complete strangers, and it isn’t a talent any of you have let go to waste over the years.
“He might surprise you,” Historia looks up at you through her lashes, “this is all just to get you laid anyway, so don’t think too much into it.”
You bite your lip, allowing her to work on your toes as you slip into thoughtful silence. If you’re honest with yourself, like, really honest, you’re not the best at “just getting laid”. In college, you were always the one stuck on the giving end of a one-sided situationship, and your only solution when it would inevitably fall through was to start anew with an equally terrible guy.
As you’ve leaned into your graduate years, you’ve been able to avoid your past pitfalls, sleeping with guys who are far enough away from your type to avoid heartbreak but cute enough to catch your interest, a category Eren should fall into. Something about him has you trapped, though, the same way you used to be. He makes your head spin, renders your normally pin-sharp thinking null and void, makes you say stupid, stupid things. Things like:
“Okay, fine. But an hour, max.”
You reflect on your stupid mistake as you stand on Eren’s porch with Historia and Ymir, in another cute-but-not-cute-but-not-trying-to-look-not-cute (or, at least, you think that’s the criteria) outfit of Historia’s choice. Historia had insisted on bringing her girlfriend to leave you free to “couple up” with Eren, but you realize all that means is you’re arriving to a party full of strangers as a third wheel. Great.
As Historia knocks, your stomach erupts in a bout of nervous grumbling. Not only have you forgotten to eat, but you haven’t been to a drug dealer’s party since you were probably nineteen. It’s actually quite a cute little house, homey brick with a red door and a well-kept lawn, not the trap den you’ve been envisioning all afternoon. The scene is eerily quiet, no LED lights shining in the windows, the low hum of music at a reasonable volume bumping through the walls. It’s not what you expected, but then again, you’re still on the wrong side of the door.
“Coming!” A voice— a feminine voice— echoes through the inside of the house, and one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen flings open the door. Just fucking great. “Hi, you guys are…?”
“Historia,” Historia chirps, not thrown off in the least. You smile timidly, trying to absorb some of the confidence that rolls off of her as she introduces Ymir and then you. The girl eyes you in particular but not threateningly, a hint of a smile playing on her face.
“Mikasa,” she opens the screen door, letting you inside, “Eren mentioned that you were coming.”
“Really?” Historia’s friendly grin grows devious, and you pinch her arm behind your back. “Ow!”
“You okay?” Mikasa frowns over her shoulder.
“Yeah, just stubbed my toe.” Historia scowls at you.
You round a corner to the source of the music, feeling a little like you’re going to puke, but you’re pleasantly surprised by the scene in front of you. It’s not a rager, and there’s nothing suspicious out except a handful of red solo cups and a couple of expertly-rolled blunts being passed around hand-to-hand.
Armin offers you a small wave from where he’s parked on a loveseat beside a striking, intimidating-looking blonde woman, failing miserably to flirt with her. Mikasa falls into an armchair beside another pretty brunette who’s wearing some sort of work uniform and an apron; her name tag reads Hitch<3. You faintly recognize the guy hitting the bong, his name might be John, and the dude beside him is one of Sasha’s best friends, Connie, who’s been posted on Barstool an impressive four or five times.
Eren comes strolling out of the kitchen with a half-eaten piece of pizza hanging out of his mouth and holding his phone, which he’s squinting at, away from his face like an old man. He looks so ridiculous you almost snort.
“Would you just get some glasses already, dude?” John coughs, waving the smoke out of his face and passing the bong to Connie.
“‘On’t need ‘emph,” Eren’s words are muffled by the pizza as he disproves his point entirely, moving his phone back and forth in the air until it seems he can finally see it. When he finishes his text, he takes notice of you, pulling the pizza out of his mouth with a crooked grin. “Hey.”
“Hey,” you try to come off nonchalant, but it doesn’t work, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
“This is—“
“I introduced myself while you were stuffing your face,” Mikasa waves him off, leaning in to look at something on her friend’s phone. Eren scowls at her, moving along.
“Hitch,” he points to the name tag girl who offers a friendly wave, “Annie,” the blonde girl beside Armin on the couch, “Armin— well, you know Armin. Jean,” the mullet dude who’s still coughing, “and Connie.”
A chorus of greetings sounds off from around the room.
“Thank god we’ve finally got some more estrogen around here,” Hitch says to your little group, “these guys are insufferable with anything less than an equal ratio.”
Historia laughs, bouncing over to make further conversation and dragging Ymir behind her. You want to throttle her as she situates herself on the leg of the armchair (that’s already squeaking under two people’s weight) because now you’re left alone with Eren, who ducks into the kitchen and returns, holding something out to you.
You recognize the label of the local beer you’d been drinking at Scout’s the night you met, raising your eyebrows in surprise.
“You drink this, right?” Eren squints at the bottle, examining it. “I thought I remembered, but there was a million others at the store that looked just like it.”
“It’s my favorite,” you admit, accepting it from him with a little flutter in your chest. He grins again, toothy and pleased with himself.
“Good. Well, get comfortable, sit wherever, smoke whatever. I’ll be right back,” he holds up his pizza crust meaningfully, and you stifle a laugh. Eren Jaeger, the intimidating drug dealer apparently known around campus for his giant dick, doesn’t eat his pizza crusts. The thought eases your nerves; he may be the gorgeous, bad-news guy you’d flirted with a couple weeks ago, but he’s also a real person.
You follow his instruction, sitting beside Connie, not so close as to give the wrong impression, but close enough to invite a conversation. He offers a friendly hand.
“You’re Sasha’s friend, right?”
“Yeah,” you shake it, “Connie?”
“I’m surprised you remember. I’ve been backpacking through Thailand for the last eight months, thought everyone would’ve forgotten me by now.”
“Backpacking through Thailand?” You’re impressed.
“He’s only bringing it up so he can talk about it some more,” Jean grunts, shooting Connie an annoyed glance.
“I’d love to hear about it,” you say honestly, “I’ve never traveled.”
Connie launches into a detailed story of his flight over, being crammed between two families with crying babies, the different cities he visited, his bout with food poisoning on a twelve hour bus ride on his side trip to Cambodia. He’s funny and energetic, and it soothes you, lets you relax into the couch a little as you listen intently, asking a question here and there. You’re so caught up in his antics you don’t notice Eren sauntering over, plopping down beside you on the couch.
“Are you talking about Thailand again, bro?” Eren groans, wiping a hand over his face. Connie’s face flushes pink as he frowns.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Jean directs his red-eyed glare at Connie.
“Don’t stop him,” you argue, feeling bad as they dogpile on their friend, “I’m listening, Connie.”
Connie smiles gratefully, continuing on as if he hadn’t been interrupted. Eren sighs, resigned to his fate, and settles into his seat to your left, throwing an arm carelessly over the back of the couch, and, coincidentally, around your shoulders. You feel awful because now you’ve lied; you’re not listening to Connie at all, too encapsulated by both the physical and the emotional weight of Eren’s arm around you. No, you reprimand yourself, he’s just getting comfortable. Don’t read into it.
The hour you promised Historia flies by. You’re thoroughly entertained by Jean, Connie, and Eren’s dynamic; Jean seems like a bit of a hothead, bickering with Eren at every opportunity, but Connie balances them out nicely, providing comedic relief at the perfect moments. When you finish your first drink, Eren’s quick to offer you a second and eventually a third, heading off for the kitchen and throwing your one-hour rule right out of the window. One more won’t hurt, you think, especially since you’re actually enjoying yourself. With the lack of distraction, you’re now free to look across the room where Annie, Armin, Historia, Mikasa, and Ymir are all huddled in a circle around a phone. You hear Historia’s drunken giggle and decide to interfere.
“What are you guys doing over there?”
Historia and Ymir exchange an inspired look that makes you sick to your stomach as Eren returns, throwing his arm back over you and peering at the screen in Historia’s hand. “Is that that Truth or Dare app?”
“You know it?” Historia’s eyes sparkle; you can feel it in your bones that’s she’s just concocted a fresh form of torture for you.
“Sort of.” Eren scratches his head, unwitting to the plot you can see unfolding right in front of you.
“Play with us, then!” Historia smiles innocently, beckoning you over. You know better and start to hesitate, but Eren smirks at you.
“What? Too chicken?”
You scowl at him childishly, and turn back to Historia, gesturing to her to bring the game over to the center of the room. You all get re-settled with the new focal point of Ymir’s phone as Historia explains the rules: the phone will pass from player to player, and whoever is holding the phone gets the opportunity to read a truth or a dare prompt to someone in the circle. Simple enough, you think, relieved that Historia won’t have the creative liberty to think of anything humiliating.
“We’re playing the spicy version,” Ymir smirks, “hope you guys don’t mind.”
Fuck. So much for that idea. You try to stay calm under Eren’s arm, praying he doesn’t feel your body tense up.
Historia goes first, daring Connie to reveal his body count. The phone moves to Armin, who has to dare Annie to kiss him on any body part of her choosing, a pink stain erupting on his cheeks when she leans in to peck his nose. The dares progressively get worse until you’re all in stitches laughing at Ymir and Jean tentatively touching tongues, Ymir retching into her hand dramatically afterwards.
“Okay, I’m not that bad,” Jean frowns, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I have an aversion to men,” Ymir hisses, narrowing her eyes. Historia pets her girlfriend’s hair soothingly.
“Down, girl. Go, Armin!”
Armin presses the little rolling dice icon on the screen, and the game chimes as it arrives at its decision. Wide, blue eyes meet yours, and he says your name, asks the question.
“Truth or dare?”
You want to pick truth, take the safe route, but after a couple of drinks and Eren calling you a chicken, you can’t convince yourself to. See, Eren? I can be fun.
“Dare,” you answer confidently. Historia winks at you; you ignore her. Armin reads the screen, the corner of his mouth curling up mischievously.
“It’s daring you to sit on Eren’s lap.”
You blanche. The lap-sitting dare’s already been called several times: Armin himself is reading your dare out from where he’s perched on Hitch’s thighs. But Eren? Surely, Historia rigged it; you look to her in a panic, but her face is simply split into an anticipatory grin. You’re frozen for a beat until Eren shuffles around beside you.
“C’mon then,” Eren grunts, hooking you under the armpits and scooping you up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your stomach so your ass is pressed firmly into his crotch. You look over your shoulder at him, positive that your eyes are comically wide in surprise; you’ve been able to feel the ripples in his arms through his hoodie all night, but you hadn’t expected him to be so strong. Eren shrugs from behind you, an impish smile on his face. “‘S just a dare. I don’t bite.”
“Don’t believe him,” Mikasa deadpans from across the table, “he’s got rabies.”
That lightens the tension between you, and you exhale an easy laugh, wiggling around on Eren’s lap until you’re comfortable. You hear Eren suck in a sharp breath behind you, low enough that only you catch it.
“You okay? Am I too heavy?”
Eren meets your eyes, almost looking a little startled that you heard him. “No, yeah, m’fine.”
There’s a strain to his voice that wasn’t there before, but you opt to ignore it, hoping you aren’t making him uncomfortable. You have to force yourself to focus on the game and not the heat of his hands sinking through your shirt, unmoving from their station on your hips. The game continues amidst several roaring rounds of laughter: Jean has to “slide his hand up Armin’s thigh suggestively”, Mikasa has to lick Hitch’s neck, Historia has to tell everyone her favorite sex position.
Hitch gets dared to kiss you next, standing and walking to where you sit on Eren, giving you a chaste peck on the lips full of tipsy giggles. Jean, Connie, Eren, and Armin are rendered silent, much to the girls’ amusement.
“Hello?” Mikasa waves a hand in front of Jean’s unblinking eyes; he swats her away irritably. You peek at Eren to see a perverted grin splitting his face; he looks happy as a clam. You pinch his thigh, making him jump.
“Ow! Damn, what was that for?” He rubs his thigh, voice wounded.
“Being a creep,” you say, but the smile twitching at your lips betrays you. Eren’s eyes grow imperceptibly darker, in a private way that feels like it’s just meant for you.
“If you think that’s bad…” he trails off, shaking his head and wrapping his arms against your stomach, snuggling you into his chest. You kick your feet in protest, laughing as you try to shove him off, but Eren’s got you pinned to him, eyebrows raised in amusement at your struggle. He sneaks a hand to your ribcage, digging his fingers in to tickle you. “C’mon, you’re not even trying!”
“Stop, Eren- fuck, that tickles!” You manage to choke out around your furious giggles, worming around in his iron grip.
“Can you lovebirds cut it out?” Jean shoves Eren’s shoulder harshly, nearly knocking you both off the couch. You slide off of his lap, already having fallen halfway off in the struggle, cheeks burning as you come back to the room full of half-strangers and out of the little moment you’ve just had with Eren. You can feel Historia’s eyes burning a smug hole in your forehead. “It’s almost eleven, if we’re going out we need to get moving.”
“Shit, really?” Eren’s still catching his breath, pulling his phone out of his back pocket to check for himself. Sure enough, 10:57 is glaring white on the screen back at him. The past week hits you, and suddenly you’re so tired, unwilling to face Scout’s or wherever they’re planning on going. “Scout’s or Devil’s Paradise? What are you guys in the mood for?”
You feel the permanence of the few drinks you’ve had and the lack of sleep this past week setting in, eyes heavy. “I think I’m probably just going to head home.”
You’re met with a resounding round of protests from the group. Only Eren is there to come to your defense, swinging an arm around you and pulling your ear to his mouth. “Want me to take you?”
He’s only had one beer, safe enough and far preferable to stumbling through the cold streets half-drunk and alone. You nod; you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the exhaustion, but your eyes flutter, and you lean into his embrace.
“I’ll meet up with you guys later,” Eren says, waving his friends out the door; his tone leaves no room for argument. Ordinarily, you’d be embarrassed at the way he speaks for you, but you’re grateful for it now, legs draped over his while the rest of your party files out.
“Text me when you’re home!” Historia calls, she and Ymir making up the caboose of the line that files out of the door in search of more fun to be had. You’re not worried about missing out, content with the warmth of Eren’s body against yours. Once the door shuts, you two sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Eren scrolling on his phone and you drifting dangerously close to sleep, curled into him.
“Ready?” Eren’s inquisition isn’t pressing; he actually sounds more than happy to let you lay here for the rest of the night, let you take advantage of his status as a personal space heater and cuddle up for the next few hours.
“Ready,” you reluctantly sigh, allowing him to pull you to your feet and out the door. You let him practically carry you, leaning on him heavily until he buckles you into his obnoxious muscle car. Eren starts the engine only for metal music to come blaring out of the speakers.
“Fuck!” Eren jumps, scrambling to turn it down. “Sorry.”
You’re so tired you’re barely phased, laughing sleepily and pulling your knees to your chest, making yourself comfortable in the seat. “S’ok.”
The red LED lights lining the accents of the leather inside soothe you, the movement of the car rocking you softly as he pulls out and onto the street, driving you home. This is far too comfortable for a potential one night stand at best, but you’re too exhausted to care, little tidbits of Elizabethan English literature rocketing around in your tired mind. The car ride is short, your head bobbing against the cool windowpane as you watch the streetlights pass by. When you arrive, Eren places a hand on your knee, warming your skin through your jeans.
“Sure you’re okay?” You don’t miss the note of concern in his tone, smiling to yourself.
“Yeah,” you answer, shaking yourself awake as best you can, “I’m fine. Just tired, s’all.”
Eren looks dubious, searching your face. “You don’t seem like the type of girl to fall asleep at the pregame.”
“It’s school,” you admit, “and work. I’ve gotten like six hours of sleep in two days.”
“Want me to walk you up?”
“You don’t have to.”
“That’s not what I asked.” The authority in his voice isn’t something you’ll soon forget, feeding the flames in your core.
“I’m a big girl, Eren, I’ll be fine. I just have to hop through that door,” you point at the illuminated door in the parking garage, “into the elevator, and then third door on the–”
“Left. I remember,” Eren finishes for you, leaning onto the center console. He’s very close to your face, close enough for you to graze your hand over his cheek, which, you do, curiosity and beer outweighing your common sense. Your eyes are wide open now, studying him. You know you’re staring at his lips, too forward for your relationship as it stands, but you’re tipsy and far beyond tired and you can’t help yourself. In the low lighting of the parking garage, he’s gorgeous, eyes almost glowing.
You’re not sure who leans in, but you feel your lips brush together, tentative and shaky. He leans into you further, pressing his lips fully against yours. His mouth is even hotter than his hands were, searing as he kisses you deeper. You can feel his hand come up to caress your cheek, cupping your face and pulling you closer to him. You hate yourself for it, but a little whimper escapes you, pouring into him. Eren takes advantage of your open lips, swipes his tongue against your teeth, and before you know it, he’s pulling you over the center console to straddle in his lap.
He’s not too rough with you, but he’s insatiable, his hands traveling up your back, one landing on the back of your neck to hold you firmly to him and the other gripping your ass through your jeans, drinking you down like he’s a man starved. You nip at his bottom lip, wide awake now and grateful for the slight tint to his windows. Your hands run through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and it earns you a throaty groan from deep inside his chest, making you smile against his lips.
“You sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Eren murmurs, mouthing at your jaw. The sound of his voice grounds you a little, and you giggle breathlessly as he brushes over a particularly ticklish spot.
“Told you I’m a big girl,” you whisper, “what do I need you for?”
Eren smirks, dark and dangerous. “Might need me to protect you. Who knows? There’s all sorts of awful guys who would love to take advantage of a pretty little thing like you.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhm,” Eren’s half-hooded eyes flick down to your chest and back up to your eyes, making your regretful response twice as difficult to get out.
“I need to go to bed, and you need to go with Armin’s birthday thing,” you sigh, leaning back against the steering wheel. You’re well aware you don’t have the willpower to turn him down to your lips inches away, but it’s late, and you could use the sleep. Not to mention the 8:00 am lecture waiting for you first thing in the morning. “Isn’t he like, your best friend?”
Eren groans dramatically, throwing his head back against the headrest.
“Armin won’t mind, I mean,” he traces a hand up your body, fingers grazing you from hip to chest, “just look at you.”
“What?” You cock your head playfully. Eren rakes his gaze over your body, stopping in a few choice places, something wicked pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Really gonna make me say it?”
You smirk down at him. “Maybe.”
“You’re trouble,” he tackles you again, pulling you into another kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and giggles. Eventually you find the willpower to shove yourself away from him, knocking your spine into the steering wheel with a short honk that makes laughter spill from both of you.
“Okay, really, unless you would also like to wake up at 6:30, I should get going.” You dab at the little tears pricking your eyes, trying to catch your breath. “Plus, you’d be a bad friend if you didn’t head back out for Armin’s birthday.”
“Can’t have that,” Eren agrees, regret flickering over his face. He reaches for his door handle so you can climb out on his side, but he changes his mind, withdrawing his hand and going for his phone instead.
“What is it?”
“Before you go,” Eren slides his phone open, tongue caught between his lips— God, he’s so fucking cute, “lemme get your number.”
You can’t help yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, so now you want my number.”
Eren frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Could’ve asked Historia all week.”
An indignant flush rises in his cheeks. “I’m a man. I wanted to ask you myself, in person. Plus…”
The rest of his words taper off into a quiet mumble that you can’t quite catch. “Plus what?”
“I was nervous,” Eren raises his gaze to meet your eyes sheepishly, cheeks now bright red. Your heart thuds in your chest; he really is beautiful, with his long dark lashes and strong nose. You can hardly conceptualize the fact that he’d just kissed you- twice. A teasing smile tugs at your mouth.
“Nervous?”
“‘M not exactly your type, am I?” You can barely hold your laugh in, remembering your own cyclical, self-disparaging thoughts over the last few days.
“Give me that.” You snatch his phone and type your number in, handing it back to him with a smile. “Okay, I really should head up now.”
Eren concedes, throwing his door open for you to clamber off of his lap, stand in the doorway of his car, look down at him. Eren stares at you for a beat, running his eyes up and down your body. You start to step back, bid him goodnight, when he breaks out into a boyish grin, raises a hand to flick two fingers at you in a come-hither motion.
“Get back over here.”
You dissolve into giggles, feeling light as air, leaning back into the car to indulge him in one- no, two, or maybe three more kisses before you’re pushing yourself off of him with a quiet moan. “Eren, I need to go to bed, really, I do.”
“I know,” he sighs, leaning back into his seat. If you dare to look down, you can see where his pants are starting to tent, a thick bulge behind the zipper. You swallow hard; maybe he’ll end up living up to his impressive reputation after all. It takes every ounce of nerve in your body, but you step back from the car and wave meekly.
“Goodnight, Eren.”
“I’ll see you,” Eren smiles, shutting his door. Before you can even make it through the door, your phone buzzes, and you pull it out with a knowing smile.
> nice ass ;) sleep tight
It's so crude it makes you laugh out loud, turning around to see Eren snickering to himself childishly in his car. You toss him your middle finger as a response, only making him laugh harder. You don't hear the roar of his engine until you're already stepping into the elevator. The ride up feels long, exacerbated by your exhaustion, and you lean heavily on the wall, nervous butterflies dancing in your stomach as if you’d just had your first kiss. Your phone buzzes again, and you know who it is before you even unlock the screen.
> make it home safe? it’s ok if u don’t answer bc ur wrapped up in bed with ur boy toy ;)
Historia’s text would have ordinarily annoyed you, but you’re so giddy and love-drunk you giggle to yourself, thumbs trembling as you type back.
> he just dropped me off. he’s heading back to u guys now
> what???? nothing happened?
> i don’t kiss and tell
> aha! so u DID kiss him
> maybe…
Your phone buzzes close to a dozen times after that, but you pocket it, figuring you can just fill Historia in in the morning. You want nothing more than to collapse in your bed, but the lingering taste of Eren on your lips is distracting you. All throughout your skincare and your tooth brushing and your changing clothes, it still feels like his hands are ghosting over your body.
When you finally tuck yourself in, you slither a hand down your body and into your pajama shorts, rubbing mindlessly until you cum with the memory of Eren’s mouth and everything it might be capable of on your mind and his name on your tongue. You feel a lick of hot shame as you throw your shorts into the hamper, but a rush of elation follows it up. Eren wants you just as badly as you want him, and now, you’ve gathered enough evidence to do something about it. One good fuck, you decide, and he’ll be out of your system. Just one.
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so right a couple of my film friends and i met last night to do wine and glee and i left and tried to catch a bus in our gross rainy cold weather and so when it finally comes im just like zoo wee mama my glasses r fogging up and all that shit. but who of course is on the bus but my one friend the main perpetrator of acting like im some flaky cunt (rant city below)
so i guess technically this wouldnt look great on my part bc i was obviously Somewhere and had been ignoring the group chat making plans but oh my GOD whatever who careessssss who Cares. so im like fucking phenomenal ok walk back Omg hi and she moves her shit so i can sit and i get settled and am like hey. and she asks what i was up to and ofc when i say anything bc this is fucking awkward shes just got this stupid smug little smile but i was just sitting there like bitch im not gonna sit here and act embarrassed for seeing my other friends so i was just like So are u guys doing x tn and shes like mhm yep are you coming and i was like well gee i dont know. sarcastic shrug. make conversation about the timing of the place for a second kinda jokin then awk silence
and so then because im a chill normal adult and am aware that shes about to go meet the group of friends and no matter what this interaction is going to be brought up and i had been planning on composing a levelheaded text but i just said Look im sorry that i ghosted you guys (and shes again smug smiling nodding next to me. girl.) i just honestly got tired of feeling like im being singled out and judged when i cant make it to something and she literally is just like Well im sorry you feel that way just u know we do try to come up w different days etc (if u like me are bad at reading between the lines this was a non apology and defense based on uh Nothing) and i was like right well ik last semester wasnt great it's just that sometimes i feel like im being shunned in the group chats when no one answers or reacts to anything i say and the other day when you said like. yk the 'could u commit' thing that felt really sort of condescending
and shes like again well im sorry u felt that way i was just trying to find another day that u could actually make it cause i wanted us all to be there so im not really sure how that came across as condescending but um yeah. and i, jackass that i am (<3) pulled out my phone and pointed and said Well u see we didnt have actual plans and in fact no one answered when i said anything abt it and yk things come up and so for me to have sent this whole nice thing and just get 'do you think youd be able to commit' in response felt a little bit needlessly mean (and i also tried to earnestly say at some point in all this that i genuinely do love and care for them and want to see them but yk this Sucks and was just bad timing)
THEN we somehow spin into her going Well i just had no idea this was even a thing until you brought it up just now i mean i wasnt even thinking abt it ive never really thought that of you etc and so then im sitting here feeling like im being gaslit in real time not to be dramatic and i felt very much like when i was in high school and people manipulated me bc i was a very easy target (its not that real but w/e) and so im like Ok be calm but dont just like let that slide cause girl be serious (prob should have but what ever) so i was like well you know i do apologize if i just couldnt tell your intent over text, but after you guys never answered me about hanging out and then the short responses like maybe u can kind of see where i felt like you were being rude (didnt say it quite that bluntly w/e)
and she pulls out the big card. the. well i just think youre being defensive. oh years and years of being the youngest and punished for um having feelings lmfao slammed me in my chest at that moment. and i calmly said Okay cool i think youre being defensive. and i lit missed my bus stop cause this driver was swerving so then i was just like Well you guys have fun maybe ill see you tonight bye. so. really feeling awesome abt the state of that. in all reality tho it's like i hung out w some friends and then went out to the gay bar w others and danced and etc and i can only imagine how much of a Thing this was for them so. if someone could win it'd be me right
(on another note at some point during this ride sams roommate requested to follow me back <3 which i had been pretending not to think abt for the last couple hours) anyway
this has been a post let me know if im being normalish
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Ch 1
It was a dark and stormy night
"What went wrong?"
"I duno sometimes girls just loose interest"
He hated these kinds of things, people were so complicated. why humans couldn't be ones and zeros would be a mystery to him. He thought he was in, he thought they clicked.
"god dammit"
Mary was always great at these kinds of things, she got people. had this personality that could pull you into a hug.
"hay, if she's not looking for a relationship rn, then don't"
"?"
"Just say hay 'wanna fuck tn?' worst comes to worst, you get a 'no' and thats it. ur overthinking things, if she says 'no' then you can just say cool ill see someone else' she'll be the one overthinking things"
The irony of solving his own overthinking by giving it to someone else was much sweeter then an ethical wall he had placed between his identity and mind games of this sort.
so he sent it.
It was the sheer audacity of it all that surprised him. Impulses like these never worked out. These same passions and spirit of the moment thinking had their place in more passionate acts. Communication though should be orderly and respectful. Good communication in any relationship, platonic, social, or otherwise was more valuable then anything. Even Tinder, sure it was a dating app and people were expecting trashy conversations on it, but that it shouldn't mean that he should continue with that trend. He would be better than this, he would be the port in a storm of crappy fish picks and sexual harassment. When he looked down at his phone, he recalled what he had done. It was shame, shame that washed over him and his soul. Could it be that he was no better then the frat boys and the uncultured emotionally stunted boys who passed as college guys. As he stared into those three 'words' he knew in his soul that, he was better than this, relationships were built, nurtured, enjoyed. Relations were to be connections that you formed with someone, something that lasted as a foundation to build your life on.
Then a text arrived
"do you have place n can u wear condom" his world had suddenly gotten much smaller. Then he sent "yes and yes". What was once a solid wall in his mind and that was never an option, suddenly had a door; and he was through it already.
"can u pick me up"
He looked at the keys on the end table, and his response was sent. He had only gone a hair down this rabbit hole and he was
already
�� falling.
You see, he had to play it cool. "sure, where"
Oh god it was one too may words. he had shit the bed, up shitt's creek without a paddle, killed the goose.
"where r u by
im by Lexington Campus"
maybe the goose could be re-alived after all.
"I'm in Lex appts"
"oh wtf we're so close".
he was a new man, this might just work?
"can you give me like 30 min"
What you would do to get ready to get fucked besides take a shower didn't make very much sense to him. He didn't expect it to but, why would you freshen up to get ready for a hot and objectively gross activity? he said none of this...
"sure"
when she sent over her address, "1 Glen Eagle Dr, Piscataway"
Tinder does magical things.
Honestly, why would she do her hair, a brush and a bit of conditioner would do the trick. He was just going to pull i-
"do u care if im in my pjs [loudly crying face emoji]"
again, these pointless questions
"I'm just going to take them off,
so no"
"o-"
yep he was in. sure, he had social anxiety and talking to a woman on the street was harder then a brick. He did have one thing though he had a feeling for when he was in a girl's head.
"LOL ur cute"
*mental Hi-five*
why not lean into it
"Although if you could do your hair, I would like to mess that up"
"it's done"
where he smiled to the camera (yes he does this in real life, I am sorry) and with a grin that could only say 'if it works, it works, don't question it'
The walk in the rain wasn't terrible, a drizzle fell gave everything a hazy look. Those nights as summer aren't cold, they simply feel so as you think about the season that just moved on without you.
That night he felt warm, because sex.
simply saying 'here' would be too clinical, too strait forward, to average, sex was something special, so the last thing he wanted to text should reflect that. "your carriage has arrived"
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Get to know me!
Tagged by @medtech-mara, Thank you! I love you!
not tagging anyone cause idk many of you but if you wanna do this trend and you see my post, consider yourself tagged lol
1. are you named after anyone?
Yes, my middle name is a combo of a Navy friend of my dad's first and last names.
2. when was the last time you cried?
Yesterday? I believe it was yesterday.
3. do you have kids?
Yep! I have one so far.
4. do you use sarcasm a lot?
Yee, but not near as much as I used to.
5. what sports do you play/have you played?
None. I am the least competitive person alive so they didn't interest me. I wish I had though. I would have done volleyball.
6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?
Their vibe for sure. Not really aesthetically, but emotionally. If I meet someone and my body is like "uh, this person is not safe" I'm dippin'.
7. eye color?
Like navy blue I guess? Super dark blue. With a little gold ring around the pupil.
8. scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings cause I am a wimp.
9. any special talents?
I can talk for two hours straight without taking a breath.
10. where were you born?
SMASHVILLE! TRASHVILLE! (Nashville, TN, USA)
11. what are your hobbies?
Gaming, drawing (poorly), hyper fixating on something of interest.
12. do you have any pets?
two dogs, three cats.
13. how tall are you?
5'0"/152.4 cm
14. fave subject in school?
Art. I hated school lol
15. dream job?
Interior Designer for sure.
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They said that if you’re not careful... you can kill your followers off? And there’s more POC characters?!? And more grey warden/horror content? Dragon age is reverting back to origins’ horror rpg roots. We are so blessed!
Hi Nonnie! It’s exciting times ٩(*•͈ ꇴ •͈*)و
This answer I put under a cut as it became a bit overlong.
Yep, here is the quote for reference: “Decision-making can mean that a party member lives or a party member dies, and it means owning your outcome and reactivity to the choices that you do make.” The way this vid was presented I think this kind of stuff is mostly a more generic nod to like BioWare’s legacy of creating games with tough decisions and the DA franchise’s recurring feature of choice and consequence, as well as a ‘hey guys we’re still focusing on the RPG and character/story-based elements of this game (we know you have concerns about the game and things like the live elements stuff)’. I hope the apparent return to character-focus that’s presented in this vid (the found family angle they were hinting at) is a thing. And on the party members being able to die thing, it takes me back to DAO when you could kill Zevran rather than recruiting him, kill Leliana at the Urn, kill Wynne at the Circle Tower etc. Btw here I don’t mean I want to kill chars at will, I’m just referring to how in these situations character death was the outcome of a series of your choices or a choice. It also makes me think of choices with higher personal stakes and higher potential impacts, like the decision to take your sibling to the Deep Roads in DA2 but not thinking to bring Anders, or what happens in Trespasser with Iron Bull if you opted to let the Chargers die. More of that please. It gives choices weight, characters agency, the world reactivity.
I hope that for Bellara and Davrin, the VAs are reflected in their respective character designs. Representation on these fronts hasn’t been great, so that would be good. Here’s a good post about Bellara. I also hope that Bellara and Davrin have front-and-center (like Cass in DAI) or plot-relevant roles (like Morrigan or Alistair in DAO), or prominence in the marketing cycle (like how Cassandra and Varric were the go-to companions to be shown in tease screenshots, gameplay videos, trailers etc during the DAI runup), and that all such characters are written well and handled respectfully. I think lady Qunari is very likely a companion, and I’m interested in Badass Elf and third-from-the-right, whoever they are, if they’re characters.
Grey Wardens and Warden-things sure were prominent in the video weren’t they? Even the character doing some of the demo fighting was wearing Warden armor. This makes sense given the Warden civil war, the return of the griffons, the mysterious activities of the Wardens in the DAI epilogue and in TN, the looming threat of tainted lyrium spread, and what the Wardens discovered in the Ghilan’nain lab. So many plotthreads hanging. The prominence of the hanging Warden plotthreads gives me hope that Davrin will have an important role. And, I really hope we finally get to see Weisshaupt. I will say though that my preference would be to not be playing a Grey Warden PC again, I like new and fresh scenarios.
The Lovecraftian, horror, unsettling-type vibes were present in TN:
[quote] In terms of genre, a return to something closer to dark fantasy. A more grimdark/crapsack world setting once again like our Dragon Age: Origins roots, less of a light-hearted feel. The book really leans into stuff like eldritch Lovecraftian creatures, ghost-story vibes, crime noir and body horror. Interestingly one of the devs that stuck out to me a bit on Twitter these last few months is the Lead Creature Creator person
and it’s neat to see that continue in the first look, what with those sea monsters, the reference to hard-boiled detective stories, the talk of choices perhaps leading to squadmates dying, the red lyrium darkspawn, the pulsing fleshy sacs in some of the combat demo bits, etc. Said dev was even a highlight of the video imo. :D
#dragon age 4#the dread wolf rises#dragon age#bioware#mj replies#anonymous#video games#tevinter nights#tevinter nights spoilers#tevinter nights spoiler#spoilers#spoiler#cassandra pentaghast#morrigan#my lady paladin#queen of my heart#in the bit about the quote btw I'm not referring to the staffmembers who expressed these things btw#those were genuine sentiments and those are their intentions#I just mean like the context and the framing of what this vid was over all#like talking about their vision and like how the concept arts are 'moods'
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Goin’ Down South radio show on WXNA
Here in the UK it’s hard to find radio programmes that play Americana and other guitar-led music. Sure, there’s Another Country on BBC Scotland hosted by Ricky Ross (yep, he of Deacon Blue), but the shows only stay up on BBC Sounds for a month before they disappear and you can’t directly download them. You therefore have to look further afield.
WXNA out of Nashville, TN, is a great station (wxnafm.org), lots of different radio shows, one of which is Goin’ Down South, a weekly two-hour show that goes out on Mondays between 13.00 & 15.00 CST. All of 2020’s shows are up at the moment, but over time the older episodes drop off the website as there’s usually only 11 months’ worth up there. However, just because they disappear doesn’t mean they are gone entirely, as they are still floating around the internet ether. Below are details of the shows from Nov-Dec 2019. The first line gives you the playlist and then the mp3. Save the playlist to a document and the mp3 to your desktop if you like the music in case it disappears for good. I’ll post earlier shows when I get around to it. You can see what you need to change for the 2020 shows. As the mp3 is time-based, there’s probably half a song from the previous programme at the start.
Last year’s Christmas shows are here to get you in the festive mood with lots of songs you won’t be familiar with.
30 Dec 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/14415
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-12-30_13-00-00.mp3
23 Dec 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/14329
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-12-23_13-00-00.mp3
16 Dec 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/14242
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-12-16_13-00-00.mp3
09 Dec 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/14156
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-12-09_13-00-00.mp3
02 Dec 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/14069
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-12-02_13-00-00.mp3
25 Nov 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/13982
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-11-25_13-00-00.mp3
18 Nov 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/13896
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-11-18_13-00-00.mp3
11 Nov 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/13810
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-11-11_13-00-00.mp3
04 Nov 2019
https://www.wxnafm.org/broadcasts/13723
https://wxna.s3.amazonaws.com/audio/goin-down-south/goin-down-south_2019-11-04_13-00-00.mp3
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Do it like Dean
Sup lovely people? I got something for you :)
This is my entry for @idreamofplaid and her super cool in the bunker challenge. This is also a fill for both @spngenrebingoand @spndeanbingo
Summary: It’s just your boyfriend Jensen giving you a tour of the Supernatural set. What shenanigans could possibly happen?
Word count: 1,509
Characters: Jensen x Reader, Dean x Reader (you’ll see), brief Jared
Warnings: smutty smut smut y’all! Children, turn away now! Sex, oral (female receiving), mild bondage, mild sensory deprivation, mild swearing
Squares filled: free space (spngenrebingo) and sex (spndeanbingo)
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“And....cut!” Comes the call from in front of you, and everyone jumps up on to the set. Props are replaced, camera angles are double checked, make-up retouched. And amongst all the hustle and bustle, you quietly stand and wait for one man in particular to realise you're there. Just as he's headed to his mark, he tilts his head just slightly enough in your direction, and you smile just as widely as he does as he hurries over to you.
“Hey, handsome? Know where a girl can get a bite to eat around here? Plane food is horrendous.”
“Here.” Digging into his pocket, Jensen pulls out a set of keys. “Third trailer on the left. Make yourself at home.”
“Shall do. Am I able to give you a kiss, or will that wreck all your pretty make-up?”
“Jay!” Jared shouts, and the moments passed.
“Try to keep the gag reel shenanigans to a minimum.” You laugh, and with a wave to your second favourite Texan, you grab your bag and head towards the trailers.
You're just finishing up making two BLT's with extra bacon when you hear voices from outside. Grabbing the mayo, you put a healthy dollop on one, before grabbing a knife out of the trailer’s small but well-equipped kitchen and cutting both in half, as a pair of strong arms encircle your waist.
“Perfect timing.”
“Hmmm, I'll say. A beautiful woman in my sweatshirt, making me a sandwich. All I need now is a beer.”
“You’re one smooth talker, Ackles.”
“How were the vineyards of France?” Jensen asks you, grabbing both plates from the counter heading to the couch.
“They’re no brewery in Austin, that’s for sure.” You laugh, remembering the day you were assigned to cover the brewery’s opening for the paper you were freelancing for at the time. The place was gorgeous, as was the owner, who’d after giving you a dazzling interview for your article, so dazzling that the paper had offered you a permanent job, had asked for your phone number. You hadn’t hesitated for a second to give it to him.
“So, what assignments have you got lined up next?”
“Actually, nothing. For a month.”
“Seriously?!” Jensen mumbles through a bite of sandwich.
“Yep. I’ve called in a couple of favors so that I still get some holiday time at the end of the year, but the next four weeks are all mine.”
“That’s great timing. We’re on hiatus for two and a half weeks once we finish shooting this episode.”
“What’s this one about? Any juicy spoilers you can give me?” Having barely watched any of Jensen’s TV show when you got together, you had taken advantage of an unfortunate stomach bug to try it out. And that was all that had been needed for you to binge fourteen seasons worth of episodes in a seven week period. You always tried to get Jensen to spill the beans about episodes, but it never worked.
“Yes.. There is a scene, in which I, am....in.”
“Oh my God.” You squeal, throwing a cushion towards his face. “You freaking dork.”
“Yep. Your freaking dork.” Jensen laughs. “Though, I suppose I could give you a tour. Access all areas.”
“Ooo yes! Let’s go!”
“Now?” Jensen exclaims incredulously.
“Yes! Come on !”
Jensen had managed to get the keys to the sets, though you were sure he’d not really had to struggle doing so. You’d been nearly everywhere, Jensen telling you little stories or tricks of the trade for each new setting, and you’d even gotten to sit behind the wheel of Baby. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked down a hallway before turning a corner to arrive in what you easily recognised as Dean’s bedroom.
“And this...this is where the magic happens.”
“Oh my God!” You laugh, sitting on the end of the bed. “Is that the kind of lines Dean Winchester uses now? No wonder he hasn’t gotten laid in a while.”
“Dean Winchester does just fine with the ladies.”
“Oh yeah?” You smirk, raising an eyebrow. “Well, my apologies, Dean. How’s about you show me just how fine you do?”
Jensen smiled wide at you, but as he realised that you weren’t kidding...holy fuck. His eyes darkened as he took a step towards you, giving you a flirty eyebrow raise of his own.”
“Hiya sweetheart.”
”Hey Dean. Been a while.”
“Yeah. You get lost or something? Because this is my room.”
“Actually” you whisper, standing up and resting your hands on Dean’s chest, “I’m exactly where I need to be.” Your eyes meet his green ones, and that’s all is needed to set the spark between you both alight. One big hand comes to the back of your neck, his lips rough and demanding against yours. His other grasps your hip, pulling you closer into that muscular body of his, and you can already feel how hard he is through layers of denim and cotton.
“Strip. Now” Dean’s voice comes out deep and broken as the two of you break apart, and you find yourself shaking as you move to follow his instructions. You’ve got your t-shirt over your head, unable to see anything, when Dean’s lips latch onto the point on your neck that always makes you weak behind the knees.
“Do you trust me?” Dean murmurs against your skin, and you gasp out a yes. You gasp again as Dean’s hands move to your t-shirt, freeing your arms but keeping it rolled over your eyes, and then he’s guiding you to lay down on the bed. You let out a whimper as his hands slide up your ribcage, just glancing over the swell, and then one hand slips under you and you feel the give of the clasp. Dean shimmys your bra off and then you feel the bed shift as he stands up, and you’re just about to move the fabric covering your eyes when you feel the bed dip once more, a heavy weight above you as Dean straddles your chest, and then he’s taking your wrists and tying them to the headboard”
“Oh God” You moan, Dean’s chuckles meeting your ears.
“Give me time, it’ll be my name your moaning.”
“Shit.”
You feel Dean shuffle backwords, til he’s between your spread legs. his fingers brush down your stomach, then he’s undoing your jeans, pulling both them and your panties off in one fell swoop. You can feel his breath on your pussy as he gets comfortable on the bed, and you can’t help but jump as he swipes one thick finger over your damp folds.
“Hmmm....seems someone likes being at my mercy. You’re so wet Y/N, you’re dripping over my bed. Dirty girl. Guess I’m going to have to clean you up.” And then his mouth is on you, tongue zeroing in on your clit like some sort of heat seeking missile.
“Dean!!” You yell, arching your back, before one forearm pins your hips back on the bed. You try to close your legs, but his wide shoulders keep them spread open to his gaze and his touch. You groan as you feel a finger dip into your pussy, before it’s pulled back and replaced by two. Your pussy clenches, desperate to come around his fingers as he continues to lick and suck at your clit. You’re right on the edge, sweating and writhing, when Dean pulls away, and with one quick movement flips you over, lifting your hips up and then he’s sliding into you, one long, hard movement that doesn’t stop until he’s buried in your tight wet heat, and it’s the feeling of his thick cock that makes you come around him. As you gasp for air, and wondering when exactly Dean took his clothes off, the man in question slowly pulls back, until he’s almost about to fall out, before slowly sliding back in, back and forth so slowly that you can feel every ridge, every pulse of his dick inside you.
“Dean.....” You sob, trying to get some purchase on the sheet beneath you, a sharp cry leaving you as he thrusts into you hard. You’ve no choice but to hold on and take it, his cock moving hard and fast, hitting that spot every time, until....
“DEAN!!!!” You can’t help but yell as you come for the second time, so hard and for so long that your vision goes white. As you come back down, you realise your hands have been untied, the blindfold thrown to the floor, soft murmurs in your ear.
“Y/N? Hun, talk to me.” Jensen’s Texan drawl slowly drifts over you, as soft as his hands as they caress your wrists. “Y/N?”
“Jensen....”
“There she is. Here, have a sip of this.” The water is cool against your parched throat, and Jensen has to keep moving it away to stop you gulping it down. “You OK? I know we’ve never done some of that before, but-”
“Jensen. If that’s how Dean Winchester does with the ladies, then we are gonna have to do that a lot more.”
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Forevers and evers:
@like-a-bag-of-potatoes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @jayankles @grace-for-sale @atc74 @mrsbatesmotel53 @gryffindorofcabin21 @dolphinpink310 @goldenolaf25 @kdfrqqg @ellen-reincarnated1967 @fictionalabyss @heyitscam99 @just-another-busyfangirl @amanda-teaches @tn-grayson @girl-next-door-writes @feelmyroarrrr @blacktithe7 @masksandtruths @maui137 @holyfuckloueh @tina8009 @polina-93 @emoryhemsworth @whimsicalrobots @x-waywardaf-x @be-amaziing @horsegirly99 @bitterstar88 @hunterswearingplaid @deangirl7695 @thisismysecrethappyplace @calaofnoldor @randomparanoid @flamencodiva @beththedemonhunter @hawaiianohana31
The Dean Beans:
@akshi8278 @ericaprice2008 @cuffski @ruprecht0420 @kathaswings @deanscarlett @hobby27 @deanssweetheart23 @yourvoiceislikearose @wingedcatninja @pisces-cutie @mogaruke @lastactiontricia
#plaidsbunkerchallenge#spngenrebingo#spndeanbingo#dean winchester x reader#jensen ackles x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#jensen ackles fanfiction#dean x reader#jensen x reader#smutty smut smut#supernatural fanfiction#roxy writes fanfiction#roxy writes supernatural#new writing
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Ye that doesn’t make sense. I absolutely understand fan’s Wanting to protect his privacy as he suffered terribly on twitter from his own fans (why i remember TNS still). But if they are that protective they should have reported those racist posts about Zawe. Julie, having few followers, may be blocked earlier. But that TBA, no excuse. It’s not about freedom of speech. Btw, now I understand why Tom lost 3,000 with BLM posts.
Yep.
And actually, TBA is worse - more followers, and she’s constantly targeting both of them and going with All Lives Matter, Covid is a hoax, no masks, the fake HIPPA thing, anti-abortion, etc. Julie does that as well, but as you said 12 followers compared with 2500.
Apparently the only lives that matter to her are the unborn, because she sure doesn’t care about people after they’re alive. Well, except herself and Trump, of course.
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ok liv just here me out!! listen to everything you’ve come to expect by the last shadow puppets!! it’s very dramatic so maybe.... maybe you’ll like it
Everything You’ve Come To Expect-TLSP
Overall: Not really what I usually listen to but I really liked it? Like except maybe one or two songs? Definitely listening to some of their other stuff. Also I have 2 favourites I literally can’t choose which one I like more if I do I’ll update you later.
Send me an album and I’ll review it
Ok so I wrote my thoughts on each song as I listened and then gave it a score out of 10. Anything 8 or over I saved. Also take a shot each time I talk about strings except don’t you’ll die
Aviation- 8/10-Ok very horror movie start I’m already intrigued-Ok love a tone shift to a bop-I definitely really like the instrumentals, opinion on the vocals is still out-THERE ARE STRINGS HELL YES-Overall I can kinda see this as a chase scene in my head and it’s working for me? But yeah big fan of the instrumentals for sure, like I really love it
Miracle Aligner- 8.5/10-Instant nostalgia vibes it’s reminding me of an 80’s song I can’t think which one yet it’ll come to me-David Bowie vibes? No? Just me? Ok-I’m liking the vocals more in this one for sure-I really like the kind of dreamy feel to this and again really great instrumentals
Dracula Teeth- 8/10-Ok loving the bassline already-I really like the chorus-It’s more of Aviation’s vocals but they’re working for me a lot more here idk but yay?-The music in the outro bit is really cool, low-key Phantom vibes which really fits the tone of the lyrics so love that-Pretty cool, definitely paints an interesting picture I definitely would listen to it again
Everything You’ve Come To Expect- 7/10-Again with the lowkey horror vibes love it-Also it might just be bc the IT trailer dropped today but specifically haunted fair or something?-Ok the vocals are definitely growing on me, they suit the style really well-And I think at this point we can just accept that I’m going to love all of the instrumentals-The song almost feels like it would play over something happening in slow-motion and I’m digging it-Really cool vibe in the song and some interesting instrumentals that I really like!
The Element of Surprise- 8.5/10-*Literally 3 seconds in* oh this is gonna be a bop-This is my favourite so far and I’m under a minute in-I LOVE the strings omg-I can see me dancing to this in the very near future-Also the vocals are cool too but I think I’m definitely here for the music with this one.-Yep this is my current fav I loved it
Bad Habits- 8/10-*5 seconds in* Oh ANOTHER bop?-Ok not loving the vocals but LOVE the creepy strings in the background-Country horror? Is that a genre? Bc this is it-Can you tell I just loves strings in songs-But also loving the drums-Also I don’t actually hate the vocals I think they just surprised me lmao-Little bit of a “The Struts” vibe in the chorus which is a good sign-Ok that little riff after the bridge is literally in LA Devotee. Like it’s identical. And they both came out in 2016 wow that’s so weird.-Really out there song but I LOVE THE STRINGS and yes country/rock/horror is now a genre
Sweet Dreams, TN- 9/10 (equal fav)-This is your fav so pressure ok-OK I’M 15 SECONDS IN AND I GET IT-I love the music a lot ok-Also I think Alex is my favourite vocalist of the two-THE STRINGS ARE BACK HELL YES-I love how it feels like the song is slowly building I’m hyped-The lyrics are really sweet too-I think this definitely has my fav vocals so far-The drums and guitar are really killing it-I definitely get why this is your favourite, I really like everything about it!-(Second listen and the strings get another mention)
Used To Be My Girl- 7.5/10-Before I even start when I see the title and think about my current love life *insert the I’m In Danger meme* ANYWAY-Ok digging the music a lot-This guitar I’m living for it ok-I really like the lyrics of this one-The outro is great ok-Pretty chill song but I liked it!
She Does The Woods- 6.5/10-Ngl I thought this was still the last song for a second-Yeah this is seriously similar to Used To Be My Girl but I still like it so?-This one feels a bit one note musically compared to their other stuff-Horror strings making a small return is a plus-Ok this musical section near the end was nice-Yeah not one of my favourites but definitely not bad
Pattern- 7/10-Ok this is definitely changing it up and I like it-Again some almost country vibes but I’m not against it-The lyrics are pretty out there but I like it-In case it’s not clear I LOVE STRINGS-A little one note again but some cool things happening-Ok but the instrumental section at the end is pulling through with the brass aswell love it this just got it a higher score
The Dream Synopsis- 8/10-LOVE the music already-Yep Alex is definitely may favourite voice sorry Miles-Again the slo-mo vibe but also maybe a James Bond song? If it was a lil more orchestral-This is definitely a late night contemplating life listen and I appreciate it-Definitely really like this one vocally and musically
The Bourne Identity- 9/10 (equal fav)-Like the more upbeat tone and getting some Sing Street vibes which is VERY high praise from me-STRINGS-But also just the music in general is really fun-The little pre-chorus bits have a nice lil nostalgia feel to them-This song really reminds of the character The Grey Man from The Raven Cycle which is just fun-THE STRINGS IN THE INSTRUMENTAL I’M GRINNING A LOT-This song finishes really well I’m just gonna relisten to the last 30 seconds again real quick-Definitely one of my favourite musically and overall an awesome song!
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[Diabolik Lovers: Dark Fate] Subaru Sakamaki Vampire End Translation/Traducción
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English
Monologue
The battle between Subaru and Karlhienz began.
As there is a clear difference in power between them, Subaru was knocked down several times.
But, each time, Subaru got back up.
The tip of the silver knife he clenched glistened.
And----
Monologue Ends
Scene: Eden Entrance Hall
Subaru: Uoooo...!!
Karlhienz: Gu..h...
Yui:..!!
Yui: (Subaru’s knife is in Karlhienz’s chest...)
Karlhienz:...Fuh. You did it, Subaru...
Karlhienz:....
Karlhienz falls
Yui:....h....!!
Karlhienz:........
Yui: (The knife reached his heart...)
Yui: (Now matter how much of a vampire he is, a stab to the heart that deep...)
Subaru:....! Father...!
Subaru: Oi, father! How did you get knocked down? Get up already....!
Yui: Subaru....
Karlhienz: Fuh...Dont you hate me?
Karlhienz: If so, dont have such an expression, you should rejoice.
Karlhienz:.....
Subaru: Wh...
Yui: (Karlhienz is disappearing...!?)
Karlhienz: Subaru...come closer...let me see your face...
Subaru: Father...
Karlhienz: Aah, the more I look at you, the more I see that you resemble me. And, Christa as well...
Yui: (Karlhienz...)
Karlhienz: Out of those that could have inherited my power, I’m glad that it was you...Subaru....my son...
Karlhienz: And, the true Adam...
Yui: (...Karlhienz put his hand on Subaru’s forehead...)
Subaru:..? What...
Karlhienz: I gave you my power.
Subaru: Power...?
Karlhienz: With this power, kill those demons. And, create a new world.
Karlhienz: That was my plan...for its sake, I have sacrificed many people...
Karlhienz: Whatever it takes, you must accomplish it.
Karlhienz: That’s what I ask of you, Subaru... and, Eve...
Yui:..!!
Yui: (He disappeared...)
Yui: (After knowing Karlhienz’s true intention, not much more can be done.)
Yui: (But, surely...Karlhienz must have loved them both...?)
Yui: (At the end, when he spoke with Subaru. He wouldn’t have that face otherwise.)
Yui: (...That’s what I think.)
Subaru:----....
Yui: Subaru...?
Yui: What’s wrong? Does something hurt?
Subaru: No...the power...
Yui: Eh...?
Subaru: The power is overtaking...my father...Karlhienz’s...power...
Subaru: I can do anything now. I can even beat those founders easily...
Subaru:...But...
Subaru: But, why give me this power...!
Yui: Subaru...
Subaru: I dont care about that plan. How am I supposed to know what the world should be like.
Subaru: Having this power, wont it be in vain?
Subaru: He used my mother all for this...?
Subaru: And not just my mother. Me, you. And even his own death...
Subaru: An end like this, what other purpose could there be? This is...like a void...
Subaru:....
Yui: (Subaru, is crying....?)
Yui: (Right now there’s no need for words, what is needed, is surely---)
Subaru:...Yui....
Yui:...There’s nothing I need to say. I understand everything.
Subaru:.....
Yui: (I can feel Subaru’s pain. And, it feels like my heart aches as well...)
Yui: (I think, the only thing I can do right now is hug him, but,)
Yui: (And still, if it comforts Subaru even a little bit...)
Carla: Are you here, woman?
Yui:....
Yui: (Carla, Shin...)
Shin: Good grief, you’re really forcing our hand.
Shin: But, you wont escape this time...!
Yui:......!
Subaru:...Shut up!!
Shin:Guaaaaa....!!
Carla: Wh....
Yui: Subaru...!?
Yui: (With just holding his hands in front of him, Shin was blown to the other side....? What in the world was that just now---)
Yui: (...! Perhaps, that’s Karlhienz’s power...!?)
Subaru: Dont even try to lay a finger on Yui. You’ll disappear without a trace.
Carla:...We’ll see who’s superior.
Carla: Die, vampire...!
Yui: Subaru...!!
Subaru:.....
Explosions
Yui:----Incredible...
Yui: (I can’t believe it...he really did make those founders disappear...and, only in a matter of moments...)
Yui: (Subaru really has Karlhienz’s power.)
Yui: (He inherited the vampire king’s power...)
Yui: Ah....
Subaru:....Let’s go, Yui.
Subaru: I dont want to think about this anymore. I dont want to stay here a second longer.
Subaru: I didn’t want this power. Honestly, what I really wanted was...
Subaru:....
Yui: Subaru...
Subaru:...Right now, I just want you to stay with me. There’s nothing I need other than you.
Subaru: Come with me, Yui.
Yui:...Yep....
Yui: (Right now Subaru needs time to calm down...)
Yui: (I dont know where he’s intending to go, but I’ll follow him.)
Yui: (No matter where, together...)
Monologue
----After that, the lunar eclipse ended.
The founders disappeared. And even though we thought we would be at peace, with the absence of Karlhienz, the Demon World was in a riot.
.....While Subaru was hurt, he took me and turned his back on the Demon World.
Nobody knew where, to somewhere far, far away----
Monologue Ends
Scene: Garden
Yui: It’s been a while since we’ve walked like this.
Subaru: Before it rains again and the roses scatter, I wanted to come here again.
Yui: Yep!
Yui: (----Subaru and I have been living together for a few months.)
Yui: (At first, I wasn’t used to the pattern of things around here, but recently things have settled down.)
Yui: (I hope things continue to be peaceful as it is.)
Yui:........
Yui: (Huh...? I suddenly got dizzy...)
Subaru: Watch out!
Subaru:...Are you okay?
Yui: Yea...Sorry, thank you.
Subaru: Be careful okay? This isn’t just your body anymore.
Yui: Right.
Yui: (...I’m carrying Subaru’s child.)
Subaru: What do you think it’ll be, a boy or girl?
Yui: Surely a boy.
Subaru: Aah? Why do you think that?
Yui: Hmm, why...I’m not sure, it’s just a feeling.
Yui: I’ve already thought of a name too.
Subaru: Ehh. What name?
Yui: Haruto. In German, it can mean strong or stubborn. [TN: Japanese phoenetics make it so instead of Hart, its ハルト/Haruto. But Yui means Hart.]
Yui: If this child resesmbles you, they’ll want to become a strong person.
Subaru:...Strong, huh....
Yui: (What’s wrong? He suddenly has a gloomy face...)
Yui: (Maybe he doesn’t like the name...?)
Yui: Hey, Subaru....
Subaru:...Am I strong?
Yui: Eh...?
Subaru: Before, those Tsukinami guys asked me what strength was.
Subaru: And at that time, I replied with, “strength is being able to protect those you want to protect.”
Subaru: With my father’s power, I became the strongest compared to anyone. But...
Subaru: Fuck, I can’t explain this well...
Yui: Subaru...
Yui:..!!
Yui: (Just now, the bushes moved. Is there something there?)
Subaru: Your sneaking around is annoying. Disappear!!
Familiar A: Gyaaaaa!!
Yui: Kya....
Yui: (The person...no, it’s something else. Was it a familiar...?)
Subaru: Tch, recently there’s a lot of them.
Yui: Eh? What does this mean?
Subaru: There’s suspicious people wandering aroundhere recently.
Subaru: Because it wasn’t a big deal, I left it alone... It’s awfully annoying now.
Subaru: Dont leave my side okay? If you do, be sure to take me along.
Yui: Y-Yea...
Yui: But, why us...?
Subaru:....Maybe, they’re targetting you.
Yui: Eh....?
Subaru: You’re carrying a child of a new race, and that could be helpful for demons to utilize. But...
Yui: That’s....
Yui: (Having a partnership with Subaru along with raising a child, I thought that something like that should remain peaceful...)
Yui:...No...that’s scary....
Subaru: Yui...
Yui: Why? How come they can’t just leave us alone?
Yui: I just wanted, to live with you and our runborn child quietly...
Subaru:.....
Yui: Ah....
Subaru:...I was thinking for a long time. I can’t leave things like this.
Subaru: I can’t turn my back on the reality. And I wont run away, I’ll protect you and this child.
Subaru: I’ll become strong. In order to protect you, and not ashame our son.
Subaru: Not just with power, I want to be strong in the true meaning.
Yui: Subaru...
Subaru:----I’ve decided. We’re going back to the Demon World.
Yui: Eh....?
Subaru: I’ll follow my father’s lead, and calm down the riots in the Demon World.
Subaru: Thats--- The only way I can protect my family.
Yui:...Yea.
Yui: (Subaru looks like he’s matured more. Today, Subaru isn’t the person he was yesterday.)
Yui: (Surely, everything will be fine.)-
Monologue
---Shortly after that, Subaru and I returned to the Demon World.
With the power inherited from Karlhienz, Subaru was able to settle the riots. And eventually reigning as the Vampire King.
Monologue Ends
Subaru:----It’s a nice morning, isn’t it? It doesn’t look like there was ever a lunar eclipse.
Yui: Yea.
Yui: It’s really full of colors.
Yui: I was really surprised, that you would succeed Karlhienz.
Subaru: Fu..well, I thought so as well.
Subaru: I...was always stuck in a shell, closed off from anyone else.
Subaru: I always avoided my mother and father, and shut myself from reality.
Subaru: Even now, I dont feel like the things about my mother and father are completely resolved.
Subaru: But, I have a family now. You and my future child.
Yui: Yep.
Subaru: From now on, instead of dwelling on the past...I’ll cherish the future.
Subaru: So...
Subaru:....
Yui:....
Yui: (He suddenly kissed me...!!)
Subaru: Fu...what’s with your look?
Yui: W-Well...it was out of nowhere.
Subaru: Aah? Dont be so cute.
Yui:....
Subaru: You’re the reason I’m here now.
Subaru: I was able to clear off my dark past, and avoided a cruel fate.
Subaru: I wont let life past by. For eternity---I’ll love you.
Subaru:......
Yui: (Through this gentle kiss...I can feel how he feels...)
Yui: (I love Subaru too.)
Yui: (Always, for eternity----)
Ecstasy Epilogue ♥ Manservant End ♥ Brute End
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Monologo
La batalla de Subaru contra Karlhienz empezo.
Hay una diferencia clara en poder, y Subaru callo muchas veces.
Pero cada vez, se levanto.
Su cuchillo plateado brillo entre la luz.
Luego----
Monologo Termina
Escenario: Pasillo de Entrada en el Edén
Subaru: Uoooo...!!
Karlhienz: Gu..h...
Yui:..!!
Yui: (El cuchillo de Subaru esta plantado en el corazón de Karlhienz...)
Karlhienz:...Fuh. Lo hiciste, Subaru...
Karlhienz:....
Karlhienz cae
Yui:....h....!!
Karlhienz:........
Yui: (El cuchillo alcanzo su corazón...)
Yui: (No hay duda que una herida tan profunda al corazón para un vampiro es...)
Subaru:....! Padre...!
Subaru: Oi, ¡padre! ¿Como pudiste caer? ¡Ya levantate....!
Yui: Subaru....
Karlhienz: Fuh...Me odias, ¿no?
Karlhienz: Si es verdad, deberías tener una expresión diferente. Debes celebrar.
Karlhienz:.....
Subaru: Qu...
Yui: (¿¡Karlhienz esta desapareciendo...!?)
Karlhienz: Subaru...acércate...déjame ver tu cara...
Subaru: Padre...
Karlhienz: Aah, lo más que te veo, lo más que veo que te pareces a mi. Incluso, a Christa...
Yui: (Karlhienz...)
Karlhienz: De todos que podrían hereder mi poder, soy feliz que fuiste tu...Subaru....mi hijo...
Karlhienz: El Adán verdadero...
Yui: (...Karlhienz puso su mano sobre la frente de Subaru...)
Subaru:..? Que...
Karlhienz: Te di mi poder.
Subaru: ¿Poder...?
Karlhienz: Con este poder, mata a los demonios. Y luego, crea un mundo nuevo.
Karlhienz: Eso fue mi plan...por esa intención, he sacrificado mucha gente...
Karlhienz: Haga lo que es necessario, necesitas hacerlo.
Karlhienz: Te lo pido, Subaru... y tambien a ti, Eva...
Yui:..!!
Yui: (Desaparecio...)
Yui: (Despues de saber la intencion de Karlhienz, no hay más que hacer.)
Yui: (Pero, ¿seguramente, el amo a ellos dos...?)
Yui: (Al fin, cuando hablo con Subaru. No hay otra razón por tener esa expression.)
Yui: (...Es lo que yo pienso.)
Subaru:----....
Yui: ¿Subaru...?
Yui: ¿Que sucede? ¿Te duele algo?
Subaru: No...el poder..
Yui: ¿Eh...?
Subaru: El poder me esta sobrepasando...mi padre...el poder...de Karlhienz...
Subaru: Ahora puedo hacerlo todo. Hasta matar a esos fundadores...
Subaru:...Pero...
Subaru: Pero, ¡porque dar este poder a mi...!
Yui: Subaru...
Subaru: No me importa ese plan. Yo ni sé como debería ser un nuevo mundo.
Subaru: A darme este poder, ¿no será un desperdicio?
Subaru: ¿Uso a mi madre por esto...?
Subaru: No solamente mi madre. A mi, a ti. Hasta su propia muerte...
Subaru: ¿Todo esto por que? Siento...vacío...
Subaru:....
Yui: (Subaru, esta llorando...?)
Yui: (No hay nada que dicir...lo que necesita, segurmente es---)
Subaru:...Yui....
Yui:...No tengo que dicir. Te entendio.
Subaru:.....
Yui: (Puedo sentir el dolor de Subaru. Mi corazón duele a oír...)
Yui: (Pienso que la unica cosa que puedo hacer a este momento, es abrazarlo.)
Yui: (Si ayuda un poco...)
Carla: ¿Estas allí, mujer?
Yui:....
Yui: (Carla, Shin...)
Shin: Realmente nos quieres molestar.
Shin: ¡Pero, no vas a escapar esta vez!
Yui:......!
Subaru:...¡¡Cállate!!
Shin:Guaaaaa....!!
Carla: Qu....
Yui: ¡¿Subaru...!?
Yui: (Con solo usar sus brazos, ¿Shin voló hace al otro lado ....? Que demonios fue eso---)
Yui: (...! ¡¿ Quizás es el poder de Karlhienz...!?)
Subaru: Ni toces a Yui, o tambien vas a desaparecer.
Carla:...Vamos a ver.
Carla: ¡Muere, vampiro...!
Yui: Subaru...!!
Subaru:.....
Explosión
Yui:----Increíble...
Yui: (No lo puedo creer...hizo desaparecer a esos fundadores...y, solo en unos segundos...)
Yui: (Subaru realmente tiene el poder de Karlhienz.)
Yui: (Heredo el poder del reí de vampiros...)
Yui: Ah....
Subaru:....Vamonos, Yui.
Subaru: Ya no quiero pensar sobre esto. No quiero quedarme aquí un segundo más.
Subaru: No quiero este poder. Lo que yo quiería realmente fue..
Subaru:....
Yui: Subaru...
Subaru:...En este momento, lo que quiero es que te quedes conmigo. No hay otra cosa que necesito que ti.
Subaru: Venga conmigo, Yui.
Yui:...Si....
Yui: (Subaru necesita tiempo para descansar...)
Yui: (No sé donde intende ir, pero lo voy a seguir.)
Yui: (A cual quier lugar, juntos...)
Monologo
----Despues, el eclipse lunar termino.
Los fundadores desaparecieron. Y despues que pensamos que todo iba a hacer tranquilo, el Mundo de los Demonios estaba confundidos.
.....Mientras estaba adolorido, Subaru me llevo con el y escapamos del Mundo de los Demonios.
Nadien supo a donde, a un lugar muy, muy lejos----
Monologo Termina
Escenario: Jardín
Yui: Ha sido un tiempo desde la ultima vez que caminamos de esta manera.
Subaru: Antes que llegue la lluvia y las rosas desaparecen, quieria caminar por aquí.
Yui: Si
Yui: (----Subaru y yo hemos vivido aquí juntos por unos meses.)
Yui (Al principio, no estaba acostumbrada a este lugar. Pero, ya he podido descansar.)
Yui: (Espero que estara tranquilo aquí.)
Yui:.......
Yui: (¿h...? De repente mi maree...)
Subaru: ¡Cuidado!
Subaru:...¿Estas bien?
Yui: Si, perdón. Gracias.
Subaru: ¿Tenga cuidado? Ya no es solamente tu cuerpo.
Yui: Tienes razón.
Yui: (...Estoy embarazada con el hijo de Subaru.)
Subaru: Pienses que sera niña o niño?
Yui: Seguramente un niño.
Subaru: ¿Aah? ¿Porque piensas eso?
Yui: Hmm, no lo sé...Solo es un presentimiento.
Yui: Ya he pensado sobre el nombre.
Subaru: Ehh. ¿Que sera?
Yui: Haruto. En Alemán, puede significar fuerte o tenaz. [TN: La pronunciacon Japonesa es ハルト/Haruto, pero lo que ella intente decir es Hart.]
Yui: Si este hijo es como tu, quiera convertirse en una persona fuerte.
Subaru:...Fuerte, eh....
Yui: (¿Que sucede? De repente esta ...)
Yui: (¿Quizás no le gusta el nombre...?)
Yui: Hey, Subaru....
Subaru:...¿Piensas que soy fuerte?
Yui: ¿Eh...?
Subaru: Hace tiempo, esos Tsukinami me preguntaron lo que yo pensaba ser fuerte significaba.
Subaru: En ese tiempo, yo respondí “ser fuerte significa que puedes proteger a los que quieres proteger.”
Subaru: Con el poder de mi padre, no hay nadien que puedes oponirme, pero...
Subaru: Maldicion, no lo puedo explicar...
Yui: Subaru...
Yui:..!!
Yui: (Justo ahora oí algo. Hay algo allí?)
Subru: ¡Esculcando me molesta! ¡¡Desaparece!!
Familiar A: ¡¡Gyaaaaa!!
Yui: Kya....
Yui: (Esa persona, no, fue algo más. ¿Era un familiar...?)
Subaru: Tch, hay muchos de ellos recientemente.
Yui: ¿Eh? ¿Que significa?
Subaru: Hay gente sospechosa por aquí.
Subaru: No era algo molesto al principio, pero ahora hay demasiados.
Subaru:¿No dejes mi lado? A donde vayas, llevame contigo.
Yui: SSi...
Yui: Pero, porque a nosotros...?
Subaru:....Quizás, te buscan a ti.
Yui: ¿Eh....?
Subaru: Vamos a punto de tener un hijo de una nueva raza, y seria algo que los demonios pueden utilizar...
Yui: Es....
Yui: (Pensé que ser la pareja de Subaru y tener un hijo debería ser tranquilo...)
Yui:...No...me da miedo....
Subaru: Yui...
Yui: ¿Porque? ¿Porque no nos dejan en paz?
Yui: Solo quieria vivir tranquilamente...
Subaru:.....
Yui: Ah....
Subaru:..Estuve pensado por un rato, no puedo dejar las cosas como son.
Subaru: No voy a correr de la realidad.Voy a protegerte a ti y a mi hijo.
Subaru: Seré fuerte. Para protegerte a ti, y a nuestro hijo.
Subaru: Quiero ser fuerte en la manera verdadera.
Yui: Subaru...
Subaru:----Ya lo he pensado. Vamos a regresar al Mundo de los Demonios.
Yui: ¿Eh....?
Subaru: Realizaré el plan de mi padre, y voy a tranquilizar a la confusión en el Mundo de los Demonios.
Subaru: Eso es--- La única manera de proteger a mi familia.
Yui:...Si.
Yui: (Subaru ya no es la misma persona de ayer. Ha madurado.)
Yui: (Seguramente, todo saldrá bien.)
Monologo
----Despues, regresamos al Mundo de los Demonios.
Con el poder de Karlhienz, Subaru pudo tranquilizar la confusión en el Mundo de los Demonios. Eventualmente, se convertio en el reí de los vampiros.
Monologo Termina
Subaru:----Es una buena mañana, ¿no? Parece como si nunca habia un eclipse lunar.
Yui: Si.
Yui: Realmente tiene muchos colores.
Yui: Realmente estaba sorprendida que you succeeded Karlhienz.
Subaru: Fu..pues, pensé lo mismo.
Subaru: Siempre... escondí del mundo afuera.
Subaru: Siempre me corte de la realidad de mis padres.
Subaru: Hasta ahora, lo de mi madre y padre no me deja en paz.
Subaru: Pero, ya tengo una familia. Tengo a ti, y a mi futuro hijo.
Yui: Si.
Subaru: Desde ahora y en adelante, olvidaré del pasado y...apreciare el futuro.
Subaru: A si que...
Subaru:....
Yui:....
Yui: (¡¡Me beso de repente...!!)
Subaru: Fu...¿Porque esa mirada?
Yui: P-Pues...me sorprendiste.
Subaru: ¿Aah? No seas tan linda.
Yui:....
Subaru: Tu eres la razón que estoy aquí.
Subaru: Pude olvidar de mi pasado obscuro, y evite un destino cruel.
Subaru: Ya no voy a dejar la vida pasar por volada. Por eternidad---Te amo.
Subaru:......
Yui: (Puedo sentir la emociones que siente atravez de este beso...)
Yui: (Subaru, te amo.)
Yui: (Siempre, por eternidad----)
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"Now, try this on," he says and hands me a cream white sweatshirt with a big Lonsdale logo across the chest. I do as he says and replaces the tight T-shirt with the looser sweatshirt. It's barely on before his dick is in me again, slowly massaging my prostrate. The chastity device is back on, and my dick is painfully struggling inside it, leaking precum like crazy. Too bad, since I'm now half-wearing some Puma joggers. He wants to make sure all of the clothes fit before I leave, as he still has all the receipts. And apparently he wants to have sex with me in every single piece of my new wardrobe. "We must test them under realistic conditions," he said which made me blush. And test we did. He put on a cock ring and we've gone from room to room, doing different positions on different furniture, swapping out one piece of clothing at a time. I don't know why I'm surprised by his stamina. He owns several gyms and looks like it.
"I think this is the last one," and hands over a pair of glossy adidas shorts, light blue with dark blue stripes. As I put them on he carefully removes his cock ring. "Let's finish in bed. You ride me as hard as you can, keeping the shorts on as far up as you can." He lies down comfortably on the bed, naked except for a T-shirt, with his arms behind his head. He closes his eyes. I climb into the bed, straddles him, lowers my shorts a bit, and carefully inserts his dick into my now well-loosened hole. His faint smile grows into more of a proper smile. I want him to enjoy this. I don't know if that means I want him to last as long as possible or to squeeze out another load from his as quickly as possible. I start to lift and lower myself on his dick, and find the right angle to rock back and forth that feels the most like what he had been doing for the past however long it's been. Once I find that I try to match the frequency that he seemed to keep for most of the time. I'm hoping he has shown me, inadvertently or on purpose, what is best for him.
I can feel a slight squirm below me, and continue just the same. Then there is a moan, and I know for sure I'm doing things right. He hasn't let anything slip out during the entire evening. I would like to speed up, but know that no matter what I do I will not come again tonight, not while in the cage, so I keep doing the same. It goes on for what probably feels like much longer than it actually is, until I hear the best sound I've ever heard. A deep squeal over and over, as I feel him pumping cum into me. Then we both remain still for a moment, me sitting with his dick up in me. Then he opens his eyes, looks at me, and asks "Do you want to watch me shower?"
He has a rather large bathroom directly adjacent to his bedroom. As I climb off him he tells me to pull up my shorts and "keep it in", meaning his cum. He athletically jumps out of bed. I do as he said and follow him into the bathroom, where he directs me to sit on the floor, looking into the shower. With slow and deliberate motions he steps into the shower and turns on the water. The water makes his white T-shirt cling to his body, and reveals his pecs and abs through the fabric. He isn't posing exactly, but he certainly isn't just taking a shower either. It's like a porn movie playing out right in front of me. I sit cross-legged on the bathroom floor, trying my best to keep his seed in my ass while my dick continues to strain the cage. He is taking off the T-shirt and slowly and deliberately lather himself with soap, taking care to not miss anything. The legs, the ass, almost masturbating when cleaning the foreskin, the front, the armpits. It's the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed. He rinses thoroughly, picks a bottle of shampoo, and thoroughly lathers his hair while the water streams down the rest of his body. His movements are exaggerated, clearly putting on a show for me. Finally he lets the water clear out the foam from his hair. He makes a few flexing poses in the water before turning it off. He then takes just as much care with a large, fluffy bath towel to dry himself.
"The shower is all yours. Try the green bottle. I'll prepare your room." he says and leaves me just as horny as this morning, despite hours of fucking.
I strip, step into the shower and turn on the water. He has one of those really wide showerheads up high, creating something more like rain than a normal shower. The warm water feels fantastic on my sore, exhausted body, and it makes a completely new sensation on my head. I lose track of time as I just stand there soaking while what we just did flashes through my mind. The green bottle, I recall as my gaze is unfocused on the rack of hair and body products. The "refreshing and revitalizing menthol, eucalyptus and tea tree" soap lingers and tickles, like a chemical reaction with the skin, and makes it even more sensitive to the impact of the rainfall. I'm again lost in thought for I don't know how many minutes before I reluctantly turn off the water, dry myself with another towel. With neither Lonsdale shirt, adidas shorts, nor socks obviously ruined, I put them all back on and go look for Chris.
I find him in the guest bedroom. He has just finished collecting all my new clothes from all over the place and put them in a pile on the sofa in the room. He is back in jeans and shirt. "We have so much to do tomorrow, I think it is best we go to bed now. You look so good in that. You should sleep in it. See if you like it."
After he left I'm considering what he said. On the one hand it felt really wrong to sleep wearing clothes, especially these ones I'd just had sex in. On the other this was his weekend to control, so why not try it? Was it his weekend to control? I decide to try it anyway and exhausted I immediately fall asleep.
His footsteps outside the door wake me up.
"Breakfast's ready in the kitchen. You're ready?" he says and leaves without waiting for an answer? A bit sleep drunk I wonder why he would think I'm ready, until I realize the bedside lamp is still lit and I'm lying on top of the bed wearing socks, shorts, and a sweatshirt. I step out of bed and immediately feel sore in places unfamiliar to me.
In the kitchen Chris is sitting on a barstool by a small kitchen table, already eating from a bowl. He is dressed much more relaxed than yesterday, T-shirt and shorts. He motions for me to take a seat at another barstool with a similar bowl in front of it. As I get closer I see it is full of fruits and stuff, but I can see from his already started bowl that there is yogurt below.
We eat in silence until he finishes his bowl. Then he then lays out his plans for the day. We'll start with some cardio, because he does every day. As he says it I feel the soreness from yesterday a little extra. After cardio he has an outdoor surprise for me, and then back at his place to relax and have a soft evening at home.
"Sounds great," I say without actually having any details on any of the things he talked about. I swallow the last spoonful of yogurt.
"Ok, let's go."
"Like this?" Just as I say it I realize that the shorts and sweatshirt I'm wearing are perfectly fine gym clothes, as are basically everything in my new wardrobe.
"Add shoes perhaps," he says and winks at me, and puts both our bowls and spoons in the dishwasher.
I put on my new Air Max TN and he some adidas running shoes, and we exit the building.
"Ok, keep up with me," he says and dashes off. I do my best to keep up, but cardio isn't my thing. Sure, I spend all my day walking and carrying stuff, so I'm not a couch potato, but it's walking, not running. It only takes a few blocks before my breathing is getting loud. There is a park to our right, and he leads me in there and stops by the first bench.
"Take a seat," he says with an effortless voice. I sit down, and he right next to me. He grabs my arm and puts a finger on my wrist to feel my pulse. He concentrates on his oversized, black wristwatch. "Ok, let's sit here for a few minutes."
I realize I'm checking him out. Again. He looks so relaxed, watching the pedestrians outside the park. He grabs my arm and checks my pulse a second time. "Ok, let's make a slow jog around the park and then back home." We don't share the definition of "slow jog" and I'm tasting blood all the way around the park and back to his place, but at least I'm not worried about killing myself.
When we step in through his front door my legs tremble. I have no idea how we can do anything more today. "Go upstairs and swap into the grey Nike tracksuit," he tells me. I kick off my shoes and wobble up the stairs to do as told. I keep the socks on, but replace the shirt and shorts. I would normally shower, but whatever I sweated during the sprint dried up during the jog.
Back down the stairs I see that Chris has changed into something quite different from what I've seen him in before. He's wearing a black hoodie, black Nike joggers, and the same running shoes. In his hands he is holding one of those radio-controlled anal vibrators, and a tube of lube. "Ready for a different game?"
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"Your shoes first."
My shoes are still warm from the run. Then I drop the joggers, bend forward, and I can feel the vibrator slide in easily, right up to my prostate. Once outside again he says "Let's try it" and rubbed my head at the same time as I could feel a quick vibration in my ass. It's sent a shudder of pleasure through my body. Fuck that felt good.
"Ok, I'll explain what we are going to do. I'm going to give you small tasks, and you have to do them without giving away when I zap you. Ok?"
"Yep."
We exit his place, and only a few buildings down the street he stops and hands me a tenner.
"I want to you go into Saeed's over there and act suspicious by the beer fridge. Once I buzz you pick a can of lager, pay, and come out with it."
"Suspicious?"
"Well, loitering. Shouldn't be hard."
With that, I walk across the street into the small supermarket. I don't really know what acting suspicious would look like, so I walk slowly down the aisles picking up stuff, looking at them, and putting them back as if I'm not really interested in any of them. I also try to keep out of sight from Saeed or whoever is at the checkout counter. It's not that big of a place, so I'm soon a the back by the fridges, and it doesn't take many minutes to look through all the brands of beer and soda in there. Still no signal, so I do the same as I did with the shelves. Open fridges, pick up cans to look at them and then put them back.
"Can I help you?" the cashier asks me from the other end of the aisle. He's in his fifties and looks middle eastern.
"No, I'm fine," I answer, and continue to aimlessly eye the cans.
"What are you looking for?" He is still keeping his distance.
"Just a beer."
"Buy one or not, but do it now." I'm not sure what it is I'm hearing in his voice. It's something unsettling and unfamiliar. Is it anxiety? Fear? I don't know what to say or do, so I just continue to stare through the glass door of the fridge.
"Leave. I want you to leave," he continues. At that moment I can feel the tingle of the radio-controlled bullet in my ass spreading its vibrations through my body. My locked dick helplessly strains against its confines. I'm a confused mixture of emotions. I'm horny as fuck again, surprisingly, but I'm also feeling bad for having caused Saeed or whoever his distress.
"I'll have this one," I say, grabbing a cold Heineken from the fridge in front of me. He doesn't see me, I realize. He sees a skinhead in a grey sweatshirt and joggers trying to nick some beer cans from him.
"£1.49," he says, remaining in place, looking at me. I walk up to him and hand him the tenner I had stuffed into my pocket. He grabs it and walks over to the register to bring my change.
"What the fuck was that?" I ask Chris when I'm out of the store. "It was embarrassing. I think I scared him."
"We have work to do then. Open the can and have a sip."
Next up is a string of clothing stores, a book store, and some other small shops where Chris has me sip my Heineken until I'm asked to leave. Instead of having the vibrator as any cue, Chris is just buzzing that whenever he feels like. Sometimes it's when I drink from the can, sometimes when someone notices me, sometimes I can't figure out at all why he pressed the button. When we walked through a sports store together he buzzed whenever we looked at clothes he approved of. With the can long since empty and more of a prop he tells me to bin it and we enter the lobby of a small hotel that looks upscale.
"Tell the staff you need to piss and ask where the loo is," Chris directs me. I walk up to the check-in counter and halfway through the sentence I get a shock of vibrations on full blast so my voice shifts noticeably. I must look like a lunatic or drunk. Despite this I'm directed to the bathroom by the stone-faced manager. At the urinal, just as I'm about to bring out my dick I remember I'm locked and decide to use one of the stalls instead, in case someone else enters. But then I realize I can't sit down because I might lose the vibrator. Standing there with the cage in hand I'm afraid I might dribble all over the joggers, and wet stains would show really well on the light grey fabric, so I lower them all the way to my ankles before I start pissing.
"You took your time," Chris remarked as I met him in the lobby on my way out.
"Yeah, I'm still getting used to the cage."
"Ready for lunch?" I first thought that would be a bit early, and I don't have a watch or my phone with me, so I haven't been checking the time. When I glance at the wall clock in the lobby I see to my surprise it's already well past noon.
"Yeah, I'm actually a bit hungry," I realize.
We walk a couple of blocks while Chris explains that he and his father would always have a walk on Saturdays to a chippy near where he grew up, so the first thing he would always do when he moved somewhere was to try out all the local chippy shops to find the one that resembled his memory the best. "So is this one the one you like best?" I ask as he stops us outside an ordinary-looking fish and chips shop. "Nah. This one is good." He orders two fried haddocks with chips and two beers. Then all throughout the meal he pushes the vibrator button every time I attempt to drink. The first time I dribbled some beer on the front of my sweatshirt. The second time I spit out some on my chips, but the rest of them I was ready for.
"I'm a board-licensed massage therapist," he says once we are back at his place. "Would you like a thorough full body massage?" What kind of stupid question is that. Of course I would like one. "It can be quite the experience," he warns and brags at the same time. He tells me to get naked, except for the socks. He brings out a foldable massage table from a closet and sets it up in the middle of the upper living room, and tells me to lie down on it. He studies me for a moment. "I want to use some oils. I want you to glisten like an oiled-up porn star. Can I shave you?" I feel dumb for thinking that he already did shave me, only to too slowly realize he means all the body. "Yes," I answer, still without not entirely having thought it through. But once already answered I couldn't really think of any good reason not to.
"You just relax. Close your eyes if you want," he says and leaves the room. I decide to do as he says and shut my eyes. He comes back a few minutes later and puts down a tray next to me. He grabs my right arm and moves it up over my head. He wipes my armpit with a damp towel and I can feel shaving cream being applied. Is he using a brush? Somehow I don't want to look, content just feeling it. Then I feel the razor gliding across the skin. Then another wipe with the towel. Despite moving slowly and deliberately it's over in a blink, like he has practiced this a lot of times. Then the same on the other side. Move the arm, wipe, brush, shave, wipe.
His hand moves across my front, and I can feel him rubbing the trail below my belly button, but he doesn't wipe or brush or shave. Instead he picks something from the tray and then there is the click of the lock of the dick cage. Again, a few deliberate movements and my dick is free. Wipe. Brush. This time he is taking a lot of care with the razor, whatever type it is. I really don't want to look now, but somehow I feel like if someone were to hold a razor blade against my dick I want it to be Chris. I can feel him expertly moving up and down the shaft, around the groin, and working on the ballsack while stretching it. I'm having a 90-degree hardon all throughout. I'm a bit surprised given yesterday, but then again he has been teasing me all day.
After he wiped all the area he continues to wipe down the right leg, all the way down to the sock that he scrunches down to my ankle. I'm having a flash of indecision. Would I want shaved legs, but then it hits me how silly it would be to draw the line there, and not when he shaved my head or my nuts. He works on the legs with the same slow efficiency as the rest of the body. Wipe, brush, and then with long strokes he shaves the legs.
Once both legs are done he returns to the tray and I feel something poured on my chest and warmth slowly spreading from it. The smell of locker room eucalyptus confirms some sort of athletic cream is in the mix. He quickly works the liquid all over my upper body, across the chest, to the neck, down the arms, and in my armpits. He takes some more and massages it all over my dick and balls. It's not Bengay, but still quite the sensation, as if I hadn't had a lot of them recently. He continues down each leg.
"Let us wait for that to work a bit. Flip over."
"What?" I open my eyes and almost feel disoriented looking up at Chris. He's wearing a skin-tight white top that shows off his muscles just as well as naked. I'm already fully erect, but I can see from his smirk that he knows what I'm thinking. Almost reluctantly I flip over and put my face into the hole in the padded table.
"Hey, I forgot about this," he says and pulls out the vibrator with a rude slurp sound.
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TsukiPara translation - Horimiya Eichi scenarios
DORM
Upset - I have unmanageable curly hair... On rainy days, or during the rainy season, it's an absolute mess!
Cooking - I can't make elaborate dishes like Rikka from SolidS, but I'm good at making hearty, manly meals! Sometimes I feed the whole QUELL team. Lately I've even been researching and perfecting gratin, which is Issei and Icchi's favourite dish!
Script - Th, this role is such a cool character, I'm almost too shy to play him...
Angry - ......That's so rude. I caught one of the producers, who can be kind of a jerk, saying something like "Without Shu, QUELL is just a bunch of amateurs". I'm aware that I have lots to learn, and I'm open to constructive criticism, but...... It annoys me when people talk like that behind my back. ......Oh well, I've decided not to worry about it!
Upset - Sigh...... Issei was doing some self-studying and asked me to teach him math, but when he showed me the questions, I couldn't solve a single one. In the end, Issei solved them all on his own. ......I'm ashamed to admit that I'm not good at math.
Upset - Oh no, not again... From the looks of it, Issei probably stayed up all night to study for the upcoming program. It's good that he's dedicated, but he's not the hardiest person around and I've been telling him not to push himself too hard...... I'll convince him to take a nap before Icchi and Shu start getting worried.
Food - I like tonkotsu soy sauce ramen! And steak, and fried rice too! Basically I like dishes that are full and hearty. I used to be an AD, after all. Gotta fill up for energy!
Food - Chocolates are easy to carry around, and they're handy when you need some sugar and energy ASAP. They were especially helpful when I frequently skipped meals as an AD!
Food - Mmmm, delicious! (Select "Give me a bite!") Sure! I'll go peel a pear for you. ......Wait, can you eat pears with that body? (TN: The player is supposed to be a bunny =w=;;)
Drink - Huff...... This drink just warms me up.
(Select "Can I have a sip?") Sure! .......It's hot though, let me cool it down for you. Foo... foo... *Blowing on it*
(Select "What are you drinking?") I'm having hot chocolate. Rikka gave me a good recipe for it. I'll make some for Issei and Icchi next time!
Lizz-kun - Lizz-kuns have cute designs, but I also like that they come in so many colours. My sisters actually have all the Lizz-kuns of both QUELL and SolidS, and have put them all up on display together.
GIFTS
PC - Thanks! I've been thinking about getting a new computer. I may not look the part, but I'm actually pretty handy with computers. I've even built my own in the past. I'm also good at gathering information from the internet. I'm especially interested in news about good restaurants and shops! The other day, I found out about this retro cafe and brought the whole team there. Feel free to ask me if there's something you're curious about!
PAIR CONVOS
EICHI AND SHU (1)
Eichi: *Humming~* ♪
Shu: You've been cheerfully looking at your phone for a while now.
Eichi: Yep! Look at this photo, isn't it the cutest~?
Shu: Th, this......!
Eichi: A super rare shot of Issei and Icchi! Fufufu, I quietly took a photo when they were napping in the common room.
Shu: Eichi...... Send me a copy of that photo.
Eichi: Okay!
EICHI AND SHU (2)
Shu: Eichi, thanks for helping me organise the files. You've been a great help.
Eichi: Don't mention it! ......Oops, look at the time! I gotta run!
Shu: Where are you rushing off to?
Eichi: I promised to wake up Issei from his nap. After that I'm joining Icchi for dance practice!
Shu: You really are adept at taking care of others. You always seem to be doing something for someone at any given time.
Eichi: Ahaha, that's me. I'd rather be on the move than stay still doing nothing!
EICHI AND SHU (3)
Eichi: Sigh......
Shu: What's wrong? It's unusual to see you upset.
Eichi: Well...... It's so humid today that my hair's a total mess. Curly hair can be such a pain. I'd rather have straight, silky hair like Shu.
Shu: Really? It's true that it's easy to care for...... But I'm fond of your soft hair. It feels nice to pet.
Eichi: Ahaha, I feel a bit better hearing you say that.
(TN: Yells, this scenario reminds me of my comic (?) lol)
EICHI AND ICHIRU (1)
Eichi: *Huffing while working out*
Ichiru: ... ... ...
Eichi: What's up, Ichiru? You've just been quietly watching me do ab exercises......
Ichiru: ......Eichi, your abs, they're insane.
Eichi: Eh!? What do you mean insane!?
Ichiru: They're like, all bulgy and rock hard. ......Not something I'd expect from someone who looks like you. It just shocked me a little. I wonder what kind of abs people think I have?
EICHI AND ICHIRU (2)
Eichi: It's ready~! Eichi's special butadon* loaded with garlic! Eat up!
Icchi: Thanks for the food.
Eichi: There's more, so eat lots, okay?
Icchi: ......I know a bit about cooking so I can tell that you cook really fast.
Eichi: Well, I make what you'd call "dude food". I don't measure seasonings or spices, and I cut up all my veggies with scissors!
Icchi: Huh, so that's why you can make food so quickly. ......Ah, can I have more butadon?
Eichi: That was quick!! Have you finished one serve already?! ......Well, I'm glad that you like it!
*TN: Rice bowl topped with marinated grilled pork. DELICIOUS.
EICHI AND ICHIRU (3)
Icchi: Huh. ......Why can't I get this dance step right?
Eichi: Oh, that bit? Try taking a deep breath, calming yourself, and waiting a beat before moving. Here, watch me. ......Like this! Give it a shot.
Icchi: Eichi, you're actually pretty good at dancing.
Eichi: Well, I was in the dance club in university, so I know the basics at least.
Icchi: You say "the basics" when you're easily pulling off moves that I struggle with. ......Damnit! I won't lose!
Eichi: Hahaha, that's the spirit! Ah, youth!
EICHI AND ISSEI (1)
Eichi: Issei! Come look at this page in the magazine!
Issei: What is it? ......"Promising young artists to watch out for"?
Eichi: Yup! Issei and Icchi both made it into the poll! Isn't that great~? Tonight's dinner will be sekihan!*
Issei: T, thank you...... But it's really not that big of a deal......
Eichi: Of course it is! I don’t even have words for how excited I am! ...Alright, I'm gonna start cooking!
*TN: Rice cooked with red beans, a celebratory dish served on joyous, special occasions.)
EICHI AND ISSEI (2)
Eichi: The location I was filming at today turned out to be a super popular western restaurant with long queues. I got some of their gratin as a gift for you and Icchi! Here you go!
Issei: Thank you. ...I'll dig right in.
Eichi: Well? How is it?
Issei: It's really delicious...... But I think I prefer Eichi's gratin, it has a more gentle taste.
Eichi: Eh? R, really? Aw, shucks. I'll have to keep trying out all sorts of things to make gratin that will get praised by Issei and Icchi!
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Black ink and little lies
Written for @spngenrebingo....the untold story behind the Winchester's tattoos :)
Word count: 802
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam (no pairing)
Warnings: none, except I have no real knowledge of tattoos etc so any inconsistencies or bad writing is all on me!
Square filled : tattoo
“And remember, if it doesn't look right or starts to burn or itch, you just come round and we'll see what we can do, or call a doctor. OK? Alright, you have a nice night now!” With a smile and a wave, you see another satisfied customer out the door. You'd worked hard over the years to get your studio up and running, and as you didn't keep conventional hours, always made sure to put 150% into every tattoo you did. Walking back through to your work area, you quickly tidied up so you would be ready for your last booking of the evening. Hearing the bell in reception, you jump up to greet them, your knee clicking in protest.
“Ow! Ow, ow, ow... hi! Sorry, knee injury. You must be Sam and Dean...Bonham?”
“Yep. That's us.” Us is two men, who have no business looking like male models. Whew. If only life left enough time for romance, because you'd happily climb on top of either of them.
“Hey. So, both of you getting inked, or is one of you just here for moral support?”
“Both of us.” Replies the same guy, and you give him a smile as your eyes meet his green ones.
“OK then. Come on through and let's get started. Do either of you know what it is you want?”
“Yeah, actually, we do.” The other one pipes up, digging in his back pocket and pulling out a piece of paper, which he hands over to you. “We'd like this. Exactly this. Is that something you can do?” Unfolding the paper, you get a look at what ‘this' is – a five pointed star enclosed in flames.
“Yeah, no problem. Anywhere in particular you want it?”
“We were thinking on our chest? About here?” He replies, patting his chest just below his collarbone.
“Sure. Only question left is who's first?” You ask, and watch on in bemusement as the two of them play rock, paper, scissors. “Looks like it's you. Strip and hop on up.”
“We are never deciding anything with that stupid game again!” Green eyes grumbles as he starts undressing.
“Let me guess....older brother?” You laugh, grabbing a stool and adjusting it to the height you want.
“Yeah. I'm Dean. That's Sammy.”
“I always lose to my little brother too. Well Dean, keep as still as possible for me, and just let me know if you need a break at any point.”
As you work, glancing at the picture every so often, you, Sam and Dean chat away like old friends. You find out the guys are on a road trip, and took your little studio as a sign that now was the time to get the tattoos they'd been thinking about for a while. Dean's an ideal customer, barely reacting to the needles. Before you know it, you're giving the area one last wipe.
“That's you done. Give me a minute to grab fresh dressings and the like and then I'll get started on you Sam.” Sam's tattoo takes even less time then Dean's did. It helps that you're in the zone now, and of course that you are just doing the exact same tattoo, so you know how and where you want to move the gun to. Like Dean, Sam also has a ridiculously high tolerance to pain, so the only break needed is for you when your fingers start cramping. Soon enough, your gear is stashed away, money has changed hands, and you're walking the guys to the door.
“-redness, the area feels hot to the touch, seek medical advice.” Dean and Sam nod. “And, of course, don't let it get broken. Otherwise it makes the whole no-demons-allowed thing kind of pointless really.” Grabbing your jacket and bag, you watch as the guys splutter and flounder in front of you.
“I'm sorry?” Sam asks, giving you eyes that remind you of a cute as heck puppy.
“The tattoo? Don't let it get broken. Anti-possession works in the same sort of way as a devil's trap. Break that, demon gets out. So, break the tattoo, demon gets in.”
“Look, I don't know what kind of bedtime stories your parents read you, but you're talking kinda crazy rig-" Hiking up the hem of your AC/DC shirt stops Dean in his tracks, as he and Sam get a good look at your own tattoo, half hidden by your bra.
“Yeah. Oh, and if this road trip of yours involves the next town over, I took care of that ghoul problem last night.”
“You- wow. So, this whole time...?” Sam asks, chuckling lightly.
“Yeah, I knew you guys were hunters. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with Jack Daniels and some ice. That ghoul threw me into a wall and my knee is killing me.”
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My biggest four professional mistakes provided great lessons
My biggest four professional mistakes have served me far better than their cost.
I don't know about you but I own my four biggest professional mistakes. Some have been behavioral. There have been some tactical mistakes.
There have been some major blunders. I can state for sure now that I've learned some incredible lessons from those errors.
Let's lay them out.
I cared too much about what people thought. This has been a lifelong fight for me. This single issue has cost me more sales, relationships, and opportunities than I can measure.
"If it is good to say or do something, then it is even better to be criticized for having said or done it." Marcus Aurelius
The lesson: I look back and now see that every time I extended myself, moved out of my comfort zone with respect to what someone was going to think, I was better off.
I didn't stick with certain things long enough. Some call it shiny object syndrome. If you don't stick with something long enough, it just won't happen. Some are lucky and things come together fast.
The lesson: I'm not giving up. Until the benefit occurs, financially, emotionally, or physically, I'm staying in the batter's box and I'm going to keep swinging.
I promised you four, two more to go.
I was selfish. Yep. Professionally and personally selfish. I could say I was under pressure to provide, I could say I was only doing what anyone else would do. Not good enough.
The lesson: Give, give, give. I've learned that when I stop keeping score, professionally and personally, life is better. The world does NOT revolve around me.
I procrastinated. A lot. Next to an abnormally high need for approval, procrastination has likely cost me more than any other behavior in my life.
The lesson: Just do it as Nike stated. Mel Robbins' book, The Five Second Rule actually helped me with this one. When I don't want to do something, I now countdown, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and damn if I don't just get started.
What do these points have to do with Blue Ocean Strategy or business? Just everything.
When you offer someone your strategic counsel, you have to be firm in your thinking. If their issues warrant discussion, you have to go there. You may lose the contract. So be it.
You have to be committed to long term growth to advance. They say, yard by yard it's hard, inch by inch it's a cinch. Without the ability to see through a commitment, one fails. Believe me, I have failed here.
Selfishness never serves the consultant or business owner. A selfish strategist brings baggage into the process that serves no one.
Why put off to tomorrow what you can do today truly has become my mantra. I put off nothing nowadays. Personally, the little things like shining shoes, making the bed and keeping things straight all contribute to business success.
I hope you've learned from my four biggest professional mistakes. If you want to talk about the mistakes you've made. I'm here. If you want to talk about how those mistakes may have affected your business, I may be even more helpful. Schedule that complimentary call here.
Sherman G. Mohr is an Insead Blue Ocean Strategy Institute Certified Blue Ocean Strategist residing in Nashville, TN.
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