#They are wearing Miche's outfit

[h34rtys4rtc0rn3r]

Me: "LITTLE DUDE WHAT DID YOU DO???"

Little Dude: "Are you proud of me?"

Me: "WHY DID YOU SET THE NEIGHBOURS HOUSE ON FIRE?????"

Little dude: "They were being bitches!"

Me: ".... What..."

[gouinisme]

ok don't judge me but why do we call her the secretary? like did marina call her that or did the fandom come up with it? cuz if it's the latter then ngl i always thought that seemed a bit misoginystic

[velvet-paradox]

Redeemed

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: While helping your boyfriend do a little spring cleaning, you come across his old gear. You've seen him wear it in pictures but to have him put it on for you… Length: Medium/Long Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, established relationship, kinda' sorta' roleplay even though is himself, degradation, name calling, fingering, pussy slapping, edging, p in v (unprotected, wrap it up!), creampie, oral (f & m receiving), detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

beg me for it (bitte mich darum) my love (meine liebe) my honey bee (meine honigbiene)

"What about this one?" You call out, shifting a rather large cardboard box away from the dusty window. You sneezed for the tenth time. Helping your boyfriend clean out his attic before the fall came. You'd gone through old clothes, holey jackets, boxes of books, notepads dated from before you two had started seeing one another.

"Nein. That is just some old paperwork, put it over there by the others." König answered, tearing open a box of his own at the opposite side of the attic. It wasn't a big space, it did not accommodate his size at all as he was crouched down in a squat. His ass looked great, you thought as he was none the wiser of your ogling.

You moved another box and saw a big, beige duffel bag high on a shelf. It called out to you.

TAKE ME DOWN! TAKE ME DOWN!

"What's this?" You mumbled, mostly to yourself as you reached up on your tip toes, hands reaching out for the thick black straps.

"What's what, meine honigbiene?"

"Whatever it is it's fuckin' heavy! Ow!" The bag came down, hard against your chest making you topple over into yet another cloud of dust. Like clouds of it making the air up here a little thicker than need be.

"Be careful, my dear." König said, spinning on his feet. He coughed and you heard him walk over to you. He wasn't a gentle stepping giant by any means. "Oh liebe don't look in there-"

You unzipped the bag just as he reached you, his hands on top of yours to stop you but it was too late. You saw a helmet that resembled a spider, there was another mask that looked similar to Simon's, along with an array of secured weapons and flares. "This is your old gear."

"Ja." König hummed behind you, pulling out a foreign piece of material to you, completely nostalgic for the man. You'd seen it in pictures around his home but to see these key pieces of his past self was something different. Vulnerable. König mused over a pack of unopened flares, a few ammunition magazines. "I haven't put on the mask in so long… there was a time, believe it or not that I never took it off. Only to wash it of course but, this was my face. This was König."

"Will you put it on for me?" An intrusive thought popped in your head like champagne bubbles. You bit your lip before your brain could short circuit that you would ask such a thing. You knew he was an operator, high ranking, cultured and experienced. He'd mention some things in passing that were a bit on the grim and dark side. He'd dealt with the trauma and guilt, what he had to do to survive, to make it out and up rank. To be praised for his hard work and dedication.

"The mask? Certainly not. That version of me is over, I couldn't begin to tell you what that man has done, who I'd become if I were to put this thing back on. 's not for your pretty little eyes, honigbiene."

"Bitte? Just once. For me."

"Oh no, don't start with talking my language to get what you want."

König held your face with the other hand, shoving his mask back into the duffel, he kissed your head. "And don't pout, you're face will remain that way."

….

You heard him before you saw him. Sure he wore boots, custom Doc Marten's to be exact, so hearing him clunk around wasn't out of the ordinary but- he sounded heavy. The sounds of his outfit, the light SWISH of his standard issue pants got closer, he was getting closer.

You covered your face with your hands. You had to. It felt like instinct. Once König was in the living room with you, the air felt different. Your skin felt hot even though a chill went down your spine once he stopped walking. You heard his gloves creak. He cleared his throat and tapped his foot.

The only coherent thought once your eyes adjusted to the sight before you, was a gentle "Oh."

Your lover was… fucking massive. The way his shoulders rounded, he stood a little taller, a little prouder. That glitter in his blue eyes let you in on the smirk that laid hidden behind his black and red streaked mask. Especially with his hands behind his back, standing at attention.

Helmet, vest, forearm plates, shin guards, enough cargo pockets to put damn near anything but the kitchen fucking sink.

"Do like what you see, my dear? Your legs are practically falling open for me."

He wasn't lying.

Sat on the couch, your legs moved apart at the sight of him covered head to toe in tactical gear.

"What do you think?" König asked, rocking in place. His waist looked good enough to eat. The urge to bite him all over was overwhelming and you'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't a major turn on, or that you were in fact getting excited. The damage, the chaos, the bloodshed he'd left behind while wearing his tactical gear made you itchy.

"It's different. I mean, I've seen pictures of you in your gear but. Woah. It makes you look… bigger." You spoke with your hands as he nodded slowly.

König moved one of his hands from behind his back, made a fist then motioned for you to come towards him. You did so on shaky legs and tiny feet. He towered over you on a usual day, he's a behemoth of a man and yet when you looked up and up at him, you couldn't help but feel like a bug. An insect about to be squashed.

"You wanted to see me in my uniform," König softly spoke, putting his gloved middle finger under your chin and gave it a light tap. "Here I am. Up close and personal."

You licked your lips. "What did you do in it?"

"Everything. Fight. Kill. Fuck."

Your eyes darkened. You weren't a jealous person and obviously he'd had a life before you much like you did yourself. But to hear him speak so clearly, so thorough, clinical even about the adventures he'd had in this attire had you weak.

"Will you fuck me in it?"

König snorted, his mask puffing out a little with his breath. "You're quite serious?"

You nodded.

"Then I am afraid mein liebe… it wouldn't be me that fucked you if that's what you're looking for."

You furrowed your eyebrows until his words started to make sense, stringing and looping together to make loose ends meet.

Of course you would be fucking your lover but… with him dressed in his old gear, old habits would die fucking hard. He'd be König, your König. But if you wanted him like this… you would be fucking KorTac's colonel.

….

König grabbed you by the waist and pushed you up against the wall behind him, grabbing both of your hands in just one of his, the rubber pads of his gloves marking up your skin. You gasped. He chuckled and dug around in one of those cargo pockets on the front of his vest, without breaking eye contact he pulled out a pair of zip tie handcuffs.

They dug into your flesh, pinching just enough to air on the uncomfortable side, in front of you before König pushed himself up against your back, mentioning that if you were to refer to him as anything other than sir or colonel you were to be sorely punished. Spanked within reason. Broken with trust. Fingered without mercy in any hole of his choosing. You clenched around nothing.

You felt the foreign pockets of his vest dug into your shoulders, he circled his hips against your rear with a low hum that vibrated through you.

"You've got yourself a safeword, have you?"

"Mhmmm. Pocket knife."

"Good girl." König praised in your ear, grunting when he slipped his hand between your thighs, clicking his teeth when you wiggled back against him. "Spoke too soon, apparently. You're radiating heat, honigbiene. Are you wet? Should I inspect?"

"Bitte."

König snarled and grabbed your leggings and yanked them down to your ankles, he moaned when he realized you weren't wearing anything else underneath. He moved his hand to the front of your face.

"Take it off."

"How?"

"Bite down."

You whined and took his glove between your teeth, he pulled his hand out and cupped your sex. You writhed in his hold. His hand was so hot and so big and it felt so damn good between your legs.

"Wet already? What a little horny thing you are, my dear. You like this don't you? Pinned down, held in place, vulnerable in the best way possible. "Give in to me, biene. Give in to your colonel."

You yelped when his fingers, testing your leaky entrance for awhile, coating the pads and finally breached your hole, splitting your folds apart to get to the softest, spongiest, spot inside you.

"Well well…" König pressed his face to the back of your head. "What have we here? Is this turning you on, biene? The way your sweet little pussy keeps sucking in my finger is giving me the answer your voice cannot."

"Please!"

"Please what, my dear?" He asked, making his palm flat, your clit throbbed and ached to be touched, the friction of it hitting once more as he fingered you deeper, his thick thumb tapping the hood of it gently which each thrust.

Suspended between bliss and absolute torture, your body betraying you by twisting and rocking back and forth, pushing yourself back against his ministrations with your hands splayed on the wall in front of you.

"I need more."

"More what?"

"More of you. Inside me, König."

He tsked and removed his hand completely, making you hang your head in shame.

"Failure so soon, pet? Gonna' have to work on that," his heavy presence and warmth left you too suddenly, he peeled himself off your back and turned you around once more, eyeing your lower half. "You can be obedient, can't you honigbiene? Desperate to be a good girl for me. Show me your dedication."

König thudded his big boots over to the couch, plopping down with too much weight the whole scooted back at least an inch, legs splayed out wide, hands on his thighs. His still gloved one patted an inner thigh.

It proved to be difficult to shimmy over to him with your leggings around your ankles, stuck to your crew socks. You were careful not to slip on the silky material. It felt hamulating to shuffle over like that but also the way you needed to keep your knees together, your thighs together, rubbed your sex deliciously.

Once in front of him, he rubbed the warm skin of your outer thighs, then between them spreading your legs apart until the fabric of your legging tugged and pulled at your feet.

When his gloved hand slapped against your cunt you jumped. "Bad girl. What two names we're you given to address me?"

You whined, locking your fingers together, desperately wanting to close your legs. You were already a pulsating mess but this… oh this was something else.

"Tell me!"

"Sir." You jumped.

"And?"

"Colonel."

"Good job, biene. And what do you just call me?"

"Kön--König."

Another slap to your center made you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

"Did I not promise punishment if you did not behave."

"I forgot!" You whined and twitched when he switched hands, teasing your entrance once more, just pressing, not intruding, just letting you know he could pierce through you. " 'm sorry, sir. I won't forget again."

"Hmph. We'll see about that."

König is a very calculated man, knew how to draw you i like a moth to a light source. He grabbed you, pushing you down to the couch with a bounce and grabbed at your legs, kneeling down in front of you. He pulled off his vest to reveal the tightest looking thermal shirt, it made his muscles look huge, he could choke you out in seconds with how they moved. And that made you wet and weak to the manhandling of your body. His hands pulled at the back of your knees, just your lower back on the cushion now and he hooked your legs over his massive shoulders.

"Show me your pussy, baby. Go on, open her on up for me now." With your bound hands and aching sex, the way his eyes fixated as you spread your legs.

"Good job, pretty. So wet. I think I just saw her clench, are we needy biene?"

"Yes sir! I am I am so fucking needy for you."

"Good." König moaned as he lifted up the hem of his mask, licked his fingers and spread your folds before diving in to worship you.

….

He had you where he wanted you, tettering on the edge of the couch cushions, lost in pleasure as König ate you out, tongue fucked your cunt, spat on your asshole until you screamed for mercy. Grabbing at his hair. The hot and cold juxtaposition from his tongue ring brought your orgasm closer and closer.

"Colonel bitte, I can't… I can't take much more." You sobbed and bucked your hips up into his face, he chuckled darkly, smacking his lips and moaning as you felt the bridge and tip of his nose bump up against your clit.

"You're gonna' take a lot more once you cum," König groaned, rubbing all of his fingers, rather quickly over your pussy, making you feral. "Oh biene, can you hear that? You're fucking pussy is juicing up just right, you're gonna' cum aren't you, princess? Cum all over my fingers or my face, you've redeemed yourself so far."

"I um I--"

"Keep them open now. Come on pretty thing, I am giving you an option and if you don't use your words I'll just-"

"I'm so close, please!" You whine, tilting your head just right to watch in awe and bliss how fast you were losing control, your legs jerked against the sides of his head.

"That's not what I asked, sweetie."

"Fingers! Please colonel, fuck. Fing-ger fuck me, make me cum please." You sounded pathetic but it was just too much, his mouth, his fingers, his words and sprinkles of praise lit you up like the Fourth of Fucking July.

He quickly switched tactics, as he usually did to keep you on your toes. On edge for what he'd planned for you two next. But this complete dominance, his control, left you dizzy.

Instead of curling his two fingers deep into your core, hollowing you out to make room for his thick cock, he turned his wrist, palm down as he rocked them into that way. Magnificent.

You squirmed and squealed and shouted out profanities in English and a few you'd learned from your lover, like you were speaking in tongues.

Almost there, almost there, almosttherealmosttherealmostthere…

Then-- there was nothing.

No fingers, no mouth, no tongue!

You opened your eyes to see König standing above you, taking off his belt, unzipping his pants.

"I was so close."

"I know," he tilted his head and took his cock out. You clenched around nothing, licking your lips when he moved the mask just out of the way for him to spit on his own dick. You loved watching him do that. The first time you two had sex, he spat on it while staring at you, a smirk on his handsome and scarred face. It was hot then and even hotter every time after.

His boots pounded against the floor, jerking himself off as he got closer, slapping his cock against your pussy, your arousal making the stickiest noises to fill his living room.

"Colonel!"

"What a needy little slut. Just a little bit foreplay and you're a fucking mess, look at you. You think you deserve to cum, have you earned it?"

"You said I, you said I was gonna' be redeemed." Tears filled your eyes as he slapped your inner thighs, one after the other. He then dragged his nails down your heated flesh.

"Changed my mind, now sit up and open your fucking mouth." König helped you by placing his hard and cold shin guards against your knees and helped to push up. "Lift up your shirt too."

With the way your hands were bound, thumb to thumb in a praying motion, proved to be a little too difficult and König was getting impatient. So he grunted and grabbed your shirt, yanked it up, your tits spilling out from your bra and on a whim, it seemed, he just hooked it around the back of your head. On perverse display.

"That's much better. You look like a fuck toy, is that what you are, baby? Just a hole to fill, keep my fat cock safe and warm. No teeth. Stick out your tongue." König barked at you. Cursing something in German soon after you obliged, followed orders.

He plopped his cock against your tongue, you could faintly taste yourself on it, mixed with the beads of pre-cum. Delicious. You moaned around his length, his hand on the back of your skull, which he could easily squeeze and crush it in an instant, and had you bobbing, and gagging and drooling over it.

König made the dirtiest sound, low in his throat as he face fucked you, every time you pleaded with your eyes for a little release he'd slap your cunt again. Over and over until it was sore. Your clit aching and throbbing for some attention, your pussy reacting to his purposeful ministrations to make you as messy and sticky as possible.

Your König did not treat you this way, at all. In fact he made love you almost every night, claiming feeling you there, on him, in you felt safe. Comfortable. You were home. So this filthy pace, his thumb pressing down on your clit, that twisted look in his eyes as he watched you slobber all over him, down your neck and over your chest was a sign of delight.

"What a good little throat slut you're being honig, just delightful! You suck me down like you were made for it, were sweetheart, were you made to suck this cock so well?" He chuckled and finally pulled off when you nodded dumbly.

"Good girl, now then," he sighed and took a step back, a heavy string of saliva connected your swollen lips to the crown of his cock. "Do you prefer to look at me while I take you, or do you prefer to be hollowed out on your hands and knees?"

"Both." Came out of your mouth like you'd had one too many, trying to catch your breath.

"Both? You are greedy. Come here now! Hold still." He grabbed your hands and lifted you to your feet like it was nothing, and held them up above your head, your wrists screaming. "Keep them there."

He tore off the other glove and pulled down the cups of your bra, uncaring that your spit would be all over his palms as he kneaded your breasts, thumbed over your nipples.

"Oh colonel, please sir, that feels really good. Keep going."

"Sounds like it, you are so… breathy." You could hear the smile in his voice, his voice low and swirled with lust. "I love these tits so much, I just…"

He was on his knees faster than you could blink, for a man of his stature he's quite swift. He lifted his mask once more and mouthed of your breasts, groaning and growling and holding you close under the ribs, pulling at you to get further into his mouth. "I love you."

"Th-thank you sir. I love you too." You tried to remain calm but this fucking behemoth was working you over and for fucks sake would he fuck you already. You could another flood of desire and wetness slip through your folds as he licked and sucked. That damn tongue ring was worth the investment.

He pulled off your left nipple with a light pop and got back up to his feet and spun you around, you fell over on to the couch the long way, scrambling with your hands to push yourself up and into position, only to have your lover mold you to his liking. Whacking your thigh and hoisting up your hips against his groin.

"Now pretty thing… say that again for me, say it back to König."

"Oh fuck."

You did eventually find your voice after being rocked back and forth, his cock slipping in between your legs, gathering more and more of your arousal, the head of his cock bumping into your clit on purpose. He pushed into you slow for the first inch, feeling your walls spasm made him pause for a moment before you gave the go ahead with a pat to knee underneath you. He split you open, humming at the sounds coming from you, wiggling and trying to fit him all the way in at this angle. He pulled all the way out, spread your cheeks and spat once more before easing his way back in. Only to do it again and again, moaning how perfect you looked all gaped and wanting.

He fucked you hard and fast after that, the cushions feeling scratchy against your sensitive skin, your heated and exposed chest and stomach. The jangle of his belt knocking against your hip, the crotch of his pants getting soaked with your juices. He's never been this harsh before!

"Can't say anything, can you biene? Good. You don't need to fuckin' talk, just give and take. Feels so good."

"You always f-feel good, sir."

"Good answer!" was followed by a hard spank as he pounded into you even more before stopping all together to circle his hips and rub against that spongy bit that made you holler.

"Sir! Can I cum now? Bitte, I've been so good. Please?" You gasped into the cushions, your face wet with drool from all your whining and moaning. Your shoulder pushed deeper into it.

"Ja, ja! Cum on my cock, honigbiene. Cum for König."

You instantly came.

And came some more.

He couldn't wait for you to face him, see him in all his glory. So he gripped your shoulder, fisted your shirt for extra leverage and rolled you onto your back. He flicked one of your nipples harshly, enjoying the reaction and sunk back into your cunt.

Unrelenting as König massaged you from the inside out, letting you push and pull him back in like the tide. You arched and damn near fell off the couch but he caught you, cradling your hips, slipping off your socks and leggings, chucking them to the ground his his vest.

"Keep holding yourself open for me, honig. You're doing such a good job, what a good girl you turned out to be tonight hmmm?" König said while spitting on and stroking his cock again above you.

"Please sir, I'm begging you to fill me. I need to be stretched out." You cried, keeping your legs open was tedious at this point but necessary to get what you wanted.

"Bitte mich darum."

The wheels of your brain started to reel, you knew the words separately so… oh.

"I need it, colonel. I need you so badly, inside me sir, bitte bitte."

"Wanna' cum together, pretty girl. Show me that face."

He grunted when saw you smile and reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck, drawing him in.

"Do one thing for me honig, grab my cock, that's it," König moaned around your fist, feeling your juices on your palm as he shifted. "Can you guide me in, show me the way?"

You rubbed the head of him between your lips.

"That's it."

You helped him glide back home, in and out, safe within the confines of your pussy. His neck rolled under your hands and you moved up your pelvis. He sunk in deeper.

"Good girl now," he gulped, framing your head with his forearms, his chest lowering down to yours. "Fuck yourself with it."

"What?"

"You heard me. Fuck yourself with my cock, like you do with one of your toys."

In. Out. In. Out.

Just that simple action had you open mouthed and pouting at how good he felt. You already came hard once, another explosion was nearly the horizon the more you fit him in, the more fuller you felt. You used him as a fuck toy, crying out his title's, holding onto his mask.

"Kiss me."

König flipped the mask up enough to comply, he tasted salty and sweating. He fucked his tongue into your mouth to the rhythm of you fucking yourself. He grunted you name against your lips. You sucked on his tongue.

"I'm going to cum if you keep that up, honig."

"I want you to. I need you to. Cum inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You wanted me to beg for it so I am- oh fuck yeah. That's it."

"You fuck…"

You hurried your wrist, looking up at König, with his eyes trained on yours, thrusting into your hand to finish together.

….

König collapsed on top of you, panting and out of breathe and hot. Both in appearance and body heat. That black thermal of his came off at the lightning speed after he came. He hugged you tightly, resting his face in the crook of your neck as you stroke his back. Full, sated and complete.

"I did not hurt you, right? I was a little--"

"You were perfect," you breathed and kissed the top of his forehead, tracing the scars on his shoulder. "Can I ask you one thing, though?"

"Anything, honig." König said and looked at you with curious eyes.

"Can we do that again?" Tagging: @goblinmodetweeker @poohkie90 @satakingslime @wrenwrites @mochimycat @bowsforsienna

[mommywilliamsblogss]

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Es ist ein neues Wochenende für alle Adult Babys, die ihre Windeln 24/7 tragen, ohne sich zu schämen, und immer stolz darauf sind, sowohl privat als auch in der Öffentlichkeit. Mama freut sich auch darüber, dass dies ein neues Outfit für dich ist. Wenn du ein echtes Adult Baby bist, das kein Outfit oder bestes Outfit in seiner Wohnung oder seinem Kinderzimmer hat, nutze ich diese Gelegenheit, um dich jetzt nach einem Date zu fragen. Wenn du ein echtes ABDL-Baby bist und keine Mama hast, die sich um dich kümmert, bist du nur ein normales Baby ohne Mentalität. Sei einfach stolz auf dich, mich als deine zukünftige Mama zu haben, die für immer bei dir sein wird. Du musst nicht mehr an mir zweifeln. Ich bin eine echte Mama und keine falsche Idiotin wie die anderen Mamas dort. Mein Kinderzimmer ist kostenlos. Lass uns einander kennenlernen und ein paar Stunden in meinem Kinderzimmer verbringen. Ich habe viele Babysachen in meinem Kinderzimmer. Wenn du mich zum Abholen brauchst, gib einfach deine Privatadresse und deinen Standort an. Du bist in den USA, Deutschland, Großbritannien, Australien, Frankreich oder Kanada. Ich bin aktiv und vergiss nicht, Mommy Loves zu folgen und zu rebloggen. du❤️🥰🍼👶🏻❤️❤️❤️👶🏻👶🏻👶🏻👶🏻🚘❤️👋

[urmeline]

Rewatching Das fleißige Lieschen in preparation for Spatort weekend ✌️

- I can't believe I never really noticed them having a string quartet playing THE GERMAN NATIONAL ANTHEM at a company dinner. What an incredibly weird thing to do. Really should've clocked the Nazi storyline from the get go...

- "Der Gesetzgeber kann mich nicht zwingen zu schießen" auch einfach ein nicer satz

- are we aware that Leo is wearing double-denim during their first-first meeting in the school yard? Outfit-inspo für Adam in Der Herr des Waldes?

- the subtitles say "In Deutschland" instead of "Im Deutschland". Unacceptable!

- can't help but think that the Rechtsmedizin scene must be so weird for the actor playing the victim. Imagine your day consisting of getting painstakingly (lol) painted with bruises all over your body for hours to then go lie down naked on a metal slab (again for hours) while another actor explains the meaning of your body paint while pointing to different parts of your body

- it still says R.Schürk on the fucking doorbell as if he has been there in the last 15 years... early signs of Heide's mental state

- "Wettbüro poly.bet" diversity win: the Wettbüro is polyamorous 👏👏

- love the foot chase through Saarbrücken Mission-Impossible style

- "Vielleicht hab ich dich falsch eingeschätzt." Leo really pulling the I'm-not-angry-just-disappointed on Esther

- "Sie stinken ja wie ein Iltis." Ein Iltis. Ein Iltis? Adam what prior experience to you have with the smell of Iltises?

- the emphasis on the *sixty* hits kinda reminds me off "TWENTY-EIGHT STAB WOUNDS"

- the woman playing Lida Tellmann is perhaps the best actress in this entire show. the auditory flashbacks with her face reacting in close up? Kills me every time. Also, "Ich dachte ich hätte ihm vergeben." 😭

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"Come Home with Me Tonight" | Levi Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.1k ✧ notes ➼ fem!reader, fwb to lovers, mutual pining, alcohol, no use of y/n, some suggestive commentary but no actual smut (yet), idk i originally wanted to write something for valentine's day but then realized that this has nothing to do with valentine's day LMAO but here you go

Formal events were never Levi's thing. He had grown up in the Underground and lived a life that was the complete opposite of the world he currently found himself in—a world filled with formalities and facades he couldn't be bothered to keep up with. Thankfully, it was just for the night, but it was still a drag to keep up with.

He sipped at his glass of bourbon as he struggled to pay attention to the work drama that Hange was chattering to Erwin and Miche about. It was long-winded and convoluted and the pieces stopped connecting for him long ago.

Levi getting immediately distracted upon seeing you walk in didn't help either.

His movements briefly stopped as his eyes landed on you. You had strolled into the venue wearing a loose-fitting dress that perfectly fell over your features. The color complemented your eyes and your hair was flowing loosely over your shoulders. Your outfit was very minimal, yet Levi couldn't take his eyes off you.

Levi's somewhat mesmerized gaze was immediately transformed into a frown as soon as he saw that you were accompanied by a date, with some overly pompous recruit following after you like a lost puppy.

He immediately turned back towards the conversation in an attempt to distract himself, but it was getting more and more difficult the longer that the night went on. He kept on swapping his gaze over to you, despite his best efforts to swallow down the jealousy arising within the back of his head.

It didn't help that you didn't seem particularly taken by your date either.

As the party went on, socializing became more draining, and you quickly found yourself outside of the venue on your own, leaning against the balcony. It gave you some solitude as you looked over the seaside. With the sun just beginning to set, the scene was pretty and it gave you some time to relax to stave off some of the tension building within you purely from the sheer amount of people in the building.

"Too crowded for you?"

You turned around towards the door and saw Levi's distinct figure approaching you.

You weren't that surprised to see him. You had been friends with benefits for a few months at this point, casually meeting up with each other to relieve stress after a chaotic work day, although you had been avoiding him for the past week or so due to some confusing feelings that were beginning to arise whenever you were around him.

"...started talking about work relations," you responded with a sigh. "Lost interest pretty quickly after that."

You watched as he walked up next to you, leaning his back against the balcony railing, before passing you the drink in his hand. He had picked up your favorite for you.

"And you? Got tired of Hange talking about their work drama?"

"You could say that," Levi grumbled, which clearly indicated just how spot-on your prediction was.

You sipped on the drink he had ordered for you, subtly smiling that he had not only brought you it, but also that he paid enough attention to know your taste palette.

Your eyes occasionally flickered up to look at him, with you noticing just how stupidly attractive he looked in a suit every time your eyes landed on him.

"Where'd your 'date' run off to?"

His question pulled you out of your daze, and it took you a second to reorient yourself.

"Date?" you asked, momentarily forgetting the recruit that you had dragged along to the venue. "Oh. Him? He's just a recruit that wanted to start networking or whatever, so he just tagged along. Owed him a favor anyway."

The clarification helped resolve any lingering feelings of jealousy present within him, but he was annoyed at himself for even getting jealous in the first place. The two of you weren't in a relationship, and it was never implied that it was where you were headed.

Still, he found himself perpetually bothered throughout the night at the fact that you had shown up to the venue with someone else.

As Levi fell silent, you noticed him begin to shuffle around awkwardly, with his hands casually resting in his pockets.

Your eyes wandered down from his eyes to his neck, noticing that his collarbones were showing from the top two buttons of his shirt being undone. Feeling your body begin to heat up, your eyes continued traveling lower, with your gaze falling on how his suit jacket seemed to be hugging the curve of his back, before going back up as you noticed how the color of his tie seemed to make his grey eyes even more intense to look into.

It didn't take long before you found yourself imagining yourself in bed with him again. No one had ever been able to pleasure you as much as Levi could, yet you still found yourself avoiding him and dismissing your desire for his touch due to one reason: you were falling in love with him.

Distressed upon finally connecting the pieces, you immediately set your drink down and began to move to head back inside.

"...I'm gonna go check on Nanaba and the others-"

"Wait," Levi interrupted, his hand reaching out to gently grab onto your arm to keep you from leaving. "Don't go."

You paused and looked up at him. It had been a while since you've last slept together. You had assumed that this was where he was going with his request for you to stay, given the fact that you barely ran into each other without it ending up with you in his arms as he fucked the stress out of you.

"...I can meet you after?" you suggested. "Hooking up at this fancy venue might not be the best idea."

"Tch." He let out a quiet tut as he let go of your wrist and leaned back towards the railing. "It's not that."

You blinked at him in confusion, slightly tilting your head. "Then what?"

"...is it wrong of me to want more than just a meaningless fuck?"

Your lips parted in surprise, with your eyes widening, as you realized that those feelings brewing underneath the surface between you were real, and more importantly, reciprocated.

"Levi..." you whispered. "...what are you saying?"

He was silent for a moment, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was trying to figure out what to say. Finally, he looked directly back into your eyes, before whispering,

"...come home with me tonight."

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[quitealotofsodapop]

When among humans he usually wears jeans and a hoodie, mich like the one Wukong wears in s3

Prev.

yeah, Luzhen isn't a guy for dressing up XD

Even Wukong will dress up to look or feel pretty every so often. But Luzhen? nah he good.

Him and Wukong def have accidentally matched outfits before. Twins after all.

[levi501ackerman]

My Chance Has Come At Last | Hange x Reader Fluff

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Summary: AU where Levi, Hange, and Erwin go Miche's birthday party. There’s a shit ton of people and Hange sees you in the crowd. Hange thought you were too pretty to talk to her. She didn’t expect her shirt to be the conversation starter between you two. Lots of Dead by Daylight references and if you don’t play that game I hope you still enjoy the story. JUST PRETEND YOURE LEVI LISTENING TO TWO NERDS TRY TO TALK TO EACH OTHER!!

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Megan's Note: Song Correlation: "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" by The Smiths. Posted: 5/17/24.

Hange exhaled with rage and felt charged to knock the living daylight out of Levi. They planned on pregaming at Erwin’s place before going to Miche’s birthday party. Hange didn’t plan on Levi spilling wine on her top. 

“Run little man.” She said fed up, but light enough to get a laugh from the two.

“You can borrow a shirt,” Erwin said, leading Hange toward his room. Hange rolled her eyes at how clean Erwin’s room was except for the pile of laundry on the floor. There were notebooks, papers, and his laptop on his bed. “You can wear whatever one you feel comfortable in.”

“I almost want to force Levi to lend me one of his shirts, but the midget’s clothes would just look like cropped tops on me,” Hange said.

“I heard that,” Levi called from the other room. Erwin closed the door to his room. Hange couldn’t count the amount of preppy polos Erwin had. Almost as if he bought the same shirt in ten different colors. He had some normal solid-color t-shirts, a few band shirts, and graphic tees. Hange felt a ping of excitement when she saw her favorite shirt of Erwins. It was a black Dead by Daylight shirt, with Ghostface from Scream taking a picture of himself and the character he’s killing: Leon from the Resident Evil games. In the back was an original DBD character named Thalita squatting and trying to get her plumped butt in the background. There was an injured Steve from Stranger Things in the background alongside another character Cheryl Mason in her Princess Heart outfit from Silent Hill 3. Hange always gushes over Erwin’s shirt when he wears it. She loved the game, but Erwin never was on at the same time Hange wanted to play. When she walked out, Erwin started shaking his head.

“I should’ve known—”

“All thanks to Levi I get to wear this shirt!”

“Hange, I want that shirt back.”

“But of course!”

“I mean it.”

From the outside of Miche’s house, the three could already hear chatter and music playing. They could tell a lot of people have been drinking and having a good time. Levi opened the door and a table along the entryway had a ton of presents stacked. Some people they recognized were playing the drinking game rage cage and on the other side of the room were some others talking to each other. Miche noticed the three entering and left the rage cage table. 

“You made it!” He said with open arms and a pink-tinted face. 

“Happy birthday, Miche!” Erwin said, handing his gift to Miche.

“Thank you! Thank you! You can just set it on the table.” Hange and Levi set their presents on top of others on the table. “Do you want watermelon margaritas? Nanaba’s making them! Really refreshing.” Miche guided them toward the kitchen. “Or do you want to start off with a shot?!” 

“Only if it’s tequila!” Miche clapped Erwin on the shoulder.

“That’s my man!” He said with a large smile taking up his flushed face. Nanaba greeted the three over the loud music. Then she started blending the margaritas. Miche poured three shots, leaving Levi out who was the designated driver. Miche gave Levi a large solo cup filled with sprite instead. Hange noticed there was another table playing normal beer pong outside and she could only see through the glass doors one side of the table. She saw Christa and Sasha as one of the teams playing. They held their tiny solo cups and Levi's normal size together and told Miche Happy Birthday then they all swallowed their drinks. 

“Nanaba, I’ll take a margarita,” Hange said. 

“Coming right up, ma’am!” Nanaba poured the cold drink into a small plastic cup. Nanaba handed more margarita-filled cups to her friends. Pouring more for anyone who wanted one. She took a sip and noted how dangerous this margarita was because it was delicious.

“Wow Miche you were right! It’s refreshing. Nanaba you’re quite the mixologist!” Hange said.

“Hey look who it is!” Connie and Eren greeted the three. They all hugged and said their hellos. Eren and Connie started catching up with Erwin and Levi when she noticed behind them Sasha and Christa started coming through the door. Behind the two was Armin and a really beautiful girl Hange never had seen before. You. She couldn’t take her eyes off you. Your hair looked perfectly placed, your eyes looked so lovely and your eyebrows were full. Hange found your bored expression intimidating, yet she wanted to see what you looked like when you smiled. She hypothesized that you might be like Levi where you look standoff-ish without a smile on your face. You looked like a healthy and fit girl. Hange would describe your outfit as preppy with a nice-fitting light blue sweater, white pants, a brown belt, and white shoes. You looked very clean. She wouldn’t be able to pull off your outfit. Hange normally wore a ton of long-sleeved polos thanks to her job’s uniform. You were too pretty for her and you were the type to admire from afar and never get a chance with. Hange wanted a chance with a girl like you.

Hange stuck by Levi’s side most of the night talking to familiar people she knew, but she couldn’t help but always glance over to the area of the room where you, Sasha, and Christa chatted. Even when Hange joined a game of rage cage she tried her best to never miss getting the ball in a cup in case you happened to be watching. Since Erwin was next to Hange, he kept having to drink because of Hange playing so well. Dirk, Nanaba, Connie, Armin, Jean, Eren, Mikasa, Miche, and Hange would holler and make a lot of ruckus when Erwin had to drink. It became so entertaining that the rest of the room watched the rest of the game. Erwin ended up getting the bitch cup and everyone was happily chanting, “Drink! Drink!” Even Levi was amused with how Hange managed to get Erwin fucked up. 

“I’m not standing next to Hange in the next game.” Erwin coughed which drew out a burst of laughter from the group.

“Let’s go another round!” Eren said started refilling a small amount of white claw in the solo cups. The group cheered and Erwin sat in a chair next to Levi who was leaning against the wall. 

“Hange are you playing again?” Armin asked and Hange shook her head. 

“I’ll sit this one out.” She scooted Levi over and stood in between him and Erwin. 

“You’re too good, Hange!” Mikasa yelled.

“Anyone that stands next to you is going to get fucked up!” Miche yelled.

“SASHA! GET OVER HERE AND PLAY RAGE CAGE!” Jean yelled. Hange looked in your direction, but Sasha coming toward the front room blocked you from Hange. You and Christa followed, Hange glanced away not wanting to reveal herself staring at you. As if one glance from her could reveal that she’s been watching you all night. 

“That’s too much tequila!”

“The big cup needs more white claws!”

“Add lemonade to not make it so disgusting!”

“The fuck?”

“I’m playing one round and then we’re heading out!” 

“STOP POURING TEQUILA!”

“We could add margaritas!”

“Holy shit the alcohols kicking in!” The room was getting louder and louder and everyone was talking over each other. Another round of the game was going and the excitement started to build again. Erwin was sitting in his chair dazed. Levi was going to have to carry the man back to his place. Hange started to get tipsy, her vision was getting worse causing her to blink so much. 

“Oh my gosh! You play Dead by Daylight?! I love Dead by Daylight!” A sudden loud voice scared Hange causing her to bump into the wall behind her. She became more frightened when she saw you standing too close to her and looking up at her with wide eyes and a huge smile. Your eyebrows raised slightly anticipating Hange’s answer. Hange was tense because of how close you two were. Levi nudged Hange. 

“Uh yeah.”

“I’M OBSESSED! I play nearly every day and I am ADDICTED! But I can’t help it! I typically like to run gen rushing builds, but lately, I’ve been using ‘For the People’ with ‘Buckle Up’. I’m a survivor main! What do you play!?” Hange blinked. She didn’t think she was drunk, but you were talking too fast and she was thinking too slow. Perhaps Hange couldn’t think straight when a straight goddess who apparently plays her favorite game was standing inches from her. 

“Yeah, I play.”

“Do you play survivor or killer more!?” 

“I switch.”

“Tell me who you play when you play survivor or killer!” Erwin laughed at Hange blowing her chance to annoyingly nerd out about Dead by Daylight. Cheering from the rage cage table was in the background for Hange. Hange was lost in your hopeful and glowing eyes, this was her chance to take you all in and she was drowning in your attractiveness. She noticed how the light blue of your sweater enhanced your pretty hair. 

“W-Well—um—I find infinite tombstone Michael Myers fun! But Billy or Wesker is my go-to.” You squealed and shook Hange by her biceps.

“I LOVE GOING AGAINST TOMBSTONE DADDY MYERS! GRAB MY NECK!” Hange became red and not from the alcohol. “Who do you play as a survivor!?!” 

“Kate or Felix, sometimes Steve—wait what’s your name?” You backed away and suddenly had this closed-off demeanor. You held out your hand politely.

“My name’s Y/N,” You said with an inside voice as if you were greeting your boss. Hange shook your hand, noting how soft they were. 

“I’m Hange. Who do you main?” You pointed at a character on Hange’s shirt. Hange’s stomach tightened when you pressed a finger against her. 

“Cheryl with the Princess Heart skin of course! Sometimes I play bunny Feng or Leon.” 

“You look like a person who mains Princess Heart Cheryl.”

“I actually remade the costume for Halloween last year!” You wiped out your phone and Hange suddenly remembered she was in a house at a party. She looked to Levi who gave her a smug expression, which she ignored. Erwin was too drunk and too baffled to actually be processing that Hange was pulling a girl with the t-shirt he lent her. You showed the costume to Hange. Your skirt was so short, but for homemade it looked pretty well done. “I bedazzled the heart myself! It took the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy!”

“Really wow, you look really good.”

“Extended version too.”

“Wow.”

“So you play often?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty good at looping.”

“Give me your discord.” You demanded. 

“What?”

“Don’t act like you don’t have discord.” You pushed Hange’s shoulder

“Right, uh I always forget um its—”

“Give me your number then. I like your glasses, by the way, they’re cute.” You thrust your phone into Hange’s space and Levi chuckled. Hange hesitantly took your phone and put her number in, trying not to show she was shaking. She admired how forward you were. Hange was always nervous talking to pretty girls and especially struggled with gorgeous girls like you. “We need to play together!” 

“Yeah, that would be fun.”

“You better message me your discord user when you remember it.” You said walking away from the three. Hange exhaled for the first time in probably a while. She was so tensed from your presence. Hange watched you walk toward Sasha and Christa who were ready to leave. Miche was hugging them and thanking them for coming over. 

“What a dweeb,” Levi said.

“Hey, she's the most gorgeous dweeb I’ve ever met!”

“I’m talking about you four-eyes. Unbelievable how you managed to get a girl’s number because of that stupid video game you play. Not only that you didn’t bite the bullet and ask her to lunch or something.” Levi said and Hange was on a high, replaying what she could remember of the conversation she just had. 

“That’s a dead by daylight perk!” Hange said, referring to when Levi said ‘bite the bullet’. 

“You idiot. Go ask her out to lunch tomorrow or something.” Levi started pushing Hange. “Do it before she leaves.”

“Okay! Okay! You’re strong for being so short!” Hange followed Sasha, Christa and you going out the door. Hange caught the door before it closed. She stepped out into the cold air noting how quiet it was outside compared to the house. “Y/N?” You turned around.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Hange asked, not being able to hide her nervousness. Sasha and Christa turn around watching. You stepped closer to Hange getting too close to her again, which just turned her brain off. 

“No, I’m not . . .”

“Well, I think you’re drop-dead gorgeous and I’d like to get to know you more. Maybe like over lunch tomorrow?” Hange blurted.

“Let’s do it.” You said. “Goodnight, Hange.” You waved and Hange’s heart was beating loudly. She couldn’t believe she scored a date with an extremely cute girl who liked the same game she played. Hange didn’t mind anymore that Levi ruined her shirt with wine. 

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ALSO PLEASE LMK IF YOU PLAY DEAD BY DAYLIGHT!!

[bychertryntheatyr]

Hamlet/Ophelia - Neues Theater, altes Stück

In Mangel eines Ersatzspielortes in Dortmund nächstes Jahr wird es mal Zeit die anderen Theater im Ruhrgebiet zu scouten. Ist ja nicht so das es hier keine Alternativen gibt. Also 30 Minuten mit dem Bestellprozess beefen und dann ab ins Grillo Theater in der Essener City und mal einen anderen Hamlet gucken. Danke an den Google News Algo dafür!

Aus dem Bahnhof raus, zwei-drei Minuten geradeaus, links abbiegen und in den Eingang fallen. Da steht es also. Das Grillo Theater. Sieht sogar nach Theater aus. Okay, jedes Theater außer meins sieht nach Theater aus. Anyways, ist es möglich meine Onlinekarte gegen ein Papierticket einzutauschen? Theoretisch ja, aber praktisch ist die Dame an der einzigen Kasse latent überfordert. Nun, dann pack ich halt tonnenweise kostenlose Flyer, Postkarten, Sticker und Jahresbücher ein. Das ist ja fantastisch! Wo gehts zur Bar/Saal? Ah, Treppe hoch. Logisch. Einen Grauburgunder jetzt, einen Spät zur Pause, danke. Mist Brezel vergessen. Naja. Hinein in den Saal.

Der Saal. Eng. Schmal. Hoch. Vollgestopft mit Lichttechnik, die bitte vernünftig festgeschraubt ist. Sitze des eher härteren Komfortgrads. Quietschen leicht beim Hinsetzen. Reihe Drei, zweiter Platz von rechts, keine Sitznachbarn.

Die Bühne. Eine bühnenfüllende schwarze Rampe, in der Mitte mit breiter Treppe, überzogen mit abgelaufenem Plüsch?, vorne ein verstecktes Wasserfeature. Eine separate erste Reihe.? Reihe Zwo hat Plastikpochos an?

Die Kostüme. Schwarz. Von Anzug über Emoboy zu Rave zu flauschig und breit. Bissl viel Spitze. Alles furchbar hübsch. Would wear like 60% of Hamlets Outfits.

Das Stück. Hab ich gesagt ich hab Hamlet immer noch nicht gelesen und kenn nur zweimal Friedel!Hamlet? Nun, lasst mich mal alles nacherzählen.

Hamlet ist Tod. Also König Hamlet senior, nicht Prinz Hamlet junior. Und neuer König ist natürlich sein Onkel Claudius. Lieber den Onkel dazwischen schieben als den rechtmäßigen Thronfolger ebenfalls in einer Schlacht an Fortinbras zu verlieren. "Je mehr verwandt, je weniger befreundet". Hamlet gefällt das in seinem End 2000er Emo Vibe natürlich nicht. Aber der neue König trägt einen angegrauten Vollbart. Da ist das Kräfteverhältnis zum Babyface natürlich geklärt. "Schmölz doch das Fleisch." 10/10 Emoaussage, wenn Onkel mich demütigt UND meine Mutter (Gertrud) heiratet.

Jedenfalls hat Polonius nur noch Zeit für ein Kind bei sich und schiebt Laertes nach England ab. Die haben da auch gute Schulen und du siehst was von der Welt. "Mein Segen.. da da bla blub mhm mmhm da di dum... So reicht. Bye." Mein Sohn ist weg, Zeit meine Tochter zu fragen was diese riesgen Trichterärmel sollen. Hamlet hat sich ihr nämlich mit Büchern, Gedichten und Treue versprochen. Mit Liebe bestürzt in seiner feinen Art. Das gefällt Polonius nicht. "Empfindet? Ach du Scheiße."

Hamlet findet derweil seinen Freund Horatio. "Was machst du denn hier?" - "Ehh Trauerfeier." - "... ..." - Den Schmaus gab es zur Hochzeit nochmal in Kalt." - Ein Blick der eindeutig FUCK YOU! sagt und geht ab. Währenddessen tanzen König, Königin und Polonius im Hintergrund den Roboter. Ophelia vermutet Horatio gegenüber es sein ein Mord an Hamlet (ehemals König) verübt worden. "Etwas ist Faul im Staate Dänemark." vermutet Horatio und geht hinten an der Rampe ab.

Ophelia hat gemerkt ihre Romanze mit Hamlet gefällt ihrem Dad nicht. Zeit einen sexuellen Übergriff zu fingieren? (War zumindest der Vibe bei mir und deckt sich mit späterer Interpretation meinerseits.) "So yeah, Hamlet did the naked confused man, Dad. I had to sleep with him so he wouldnt hurt me. Verstehst du??" - "Die Raserei der Liebe die mit Wut getränkt.. Ab sofort siehst, hörst und denkst du nicht mehr an ihn. Das ist ein Befehl."

Rosenstern und Güldenkranz treten nun (ohne Uwe...) auf und machen scheiße. Wer rennt schneller die Rampe hoch? Wer gewinnt Schnickschnackschnuck? Stuff halt. Irgendwer, entweder die beiden oder Claudius beleidigt Hamlet. "Tag und Nacht wär nicht als Tag und Nacht vergangen. Euer Sohn ist IRRE!" Ich tippe auf Claudius. Der bekommt von Polonius den "Liebesbrief" von Hamlet an Ophelia. Auch dieser klingt sehr fingiert. Mitschreiben lohnt sich nicht, weil Polonius seine Lines in bester Gangsterrap Manier nur so rausspittet. Was ne Leistung und Kontrast zum restlichen langsam gesprochenen Stück. Der Brief wird von Gertrud währenddessen in ein Schiff gefaltet und im Wasserfeature auf Schwimmfähigkeit getestet. Funktioniert. Hurra!

Es kommt eine meiner Lieblingsszenen. Diese große Treppenrampe lässt links und rechts der Bühne so ungefähr je 60cm platz. Und durch diese Lücke kommt Hamlet wieder rein. Aber nicht normal. Nope, die Neurodivergenz kickt und es geht im schlechten Moonwalk auf die Bühne. Inklusive kleinem TOCK, weil er an nem Kabel? hängen geblieben ist. Fantastisch! "Erkennt ihr mich mein Prinz?" fragt Ophelia Polonius und öffnet seinen Mantel. Hamlet ist verwirrt. Oben stehen Thymian und Estragon. "Worauf wartet ihr? Wie gehts meinen Freunden?" - "Die Welt ist ein ehrlicher geworden." - "Der jüngste Tag also. Und ich bin hier. Wie ein Gefangener. ... ... ... DÄNEMARK IST EIN GEFÄNGNIS!" - "Die ganze Welt ist ein Gefängnis mein Prinz." - "Aber Dänemark hat den schlechtesten Service!!!" Hamlet betritt die Stuhllehne der ersten Reihe. "Ein Mensch sein, oder nicht sein. Das ist hier die Frage."

Hamlet trifft nun auf Ophelia. Sie will ihn umarmen. Fest. Platziert seine Arme um ihre Hüfte. Hamlet macht aber nicht mit und lässt immer wieder locker. "Du bist voll Unschuld und doch so schön. Unschuld. Und Schön? Merkst du wie das nicht zusammenpasst?" Hamlet ist außer sich. "Die Liebe. Meine Liebe. An dich. Die war nur gespielt. Verscher dich ins Kloster. Ab. Los. Hopp." Da hat grade wer gemerkt Aromantik ist ein reales Ding und das Weltbild bricht zusammen. "Liebe? Liebe. Was ist das?. Heiraten? Warum? Alle bekloppt hier. Keiner Heiratet mehr. Wers schon getan der darfs bleiben. I dont care. Aber du Ophelia. Und der Rest. ALLE. INS. KLOSTER. Ihr könnt das nicht Ernst meinen!?"

GOTT ICH LIEBE DIESE INTERPRETATION SO SEHR. EGAL OB DAS SO GEPLANT IST. ABER HALLO EIN AROMANTISCHER MENSCH IN EINEM HUNDERTEJAHRE ALTEN STÜCK? VON SHAKESPEARE!?

Zusammenreißen Hamlet. Wir müssen einen Mord aufklären. "Das schwldge Gschpfe. Warte nochmal von vorn. Das schuldige Geschöpfe" Güldi und Rosi haben ein passendes Stück lernen müssen. Du Horatio guckst dir ganz genau den Mann meiner Mutter an. Er wird darauf reagieren. Verstehts du? AUGEN. AUF. SEIN. GESICHT!

Der Hofstaat tritt ein und setzt sich in die erste Reihe. "Hamlet?" - "Ja?" - "Wie heißt das Stück denn?" Manchmal muss man als StiefOnkelVater auch nett sein. "Ehh.. Also.. Nun... Joar..." - "Die Mausefalle!?" - "Richtig Horatio. Die Mausefalle." An der Bühnenseite sitzt Ophelia, Hamlet hat seinen Rant von grad verdrängt. "Ich leg meinen Kopf auf deinen Schoß." - "Das will ich doch hoffen" neckt sie und spreizt ihre Beine. Ruhe, das Stück geht los.

Also die Katastrophe vom Sternenkranz. Beide sagen alle Sätze auf. Wissen nicht wer wen spielt oder überhaut wann dran ist. Sie einigen sich dann doch auf König und Königin. "Erster lies mein Herz zerbersten, Zweiten umarmt man am Mord am Ersten." tragt Güldi von oben auf der Treppe vor und stimmt Killing me softly an. Rosenkranz stolpert nun sterbend mit einem großen PLATSCH! ins Wasserfeature der Bühne. "AUFHÖREN! ABBRUCH! WAS SOLL DAS!?" lässt Claudius von sich geben und verlässt mit allen wutendbrannt den Saal. Dafür also die Regenponchos. Ich glaub ich muss beim nächsten mal in Reihe 2. "Hast dus gesehen?" - "Voll und ganz!" Unter Applaus wird Rosenkranz ein Bademantel zum abtrocknen gereicht. PAUSE!

(Nicht nur im Stück sondern auch beim schreiben dieses Posts. 2h für den Teil bis jetzt waren genug am Sonntagabend, und erst jetzt am Dienstagabend hab ich wieder Lust.)

Soo, wo waren wir? Ah ja, ein Mord muss aufgeklärt werden! Zumindest gerächt. Vorher muss AroHamlet aber noch mit Ophelia flirten: "Leg deine Finger auf die Flöte und atme mit deinem Mund." Aber schau nur dort! Die Wolken. Siehst du da auch einen Riesen Pe...

Claudius ist wieder da und wächst sich rituell seine Hände im Wasserfeature. Da ist übrigens Dreckwasser drin. Also schwarzes Wasser. Bissl ekelhaft. Fast so sehr wie den König im schlaf zu ermorden. Jedenfalls ist Hamlet zurecht pissig auf seine Mutter und versucht Sie jetzt im Wasser zu ertränken. Zu einer der Szenen gehört was mit "Bist du Freu(n)de Bande ... Loch(er) meiner Mutter." Schnell und leserlich auf meinem Bein im Dunkel bei gleichzeitigem Zuhören muss ich wirklich noch üben.

Hamlet bringt "den König" also Polonius durch einen simplen Handabdruck um und ist danach horny auf seine Mutter!? I dont know... Es kommt ein "Versuch zu Fliegen und brich dir den Hals." - Ich stelle den Gedanken in das Nebenzimmer" hinterher. Die Beleidigung sollte ich mir merken. Hamlet und Polonius verlassen die Bühne anschließend Hand in Hand.

Güldenstern ist wieder da! "Buenovissomo." - "Bueno was?" - "issimo!" - "Ah ja.." ABER WO IST POLONUIS!? "Ehh nun.. ... im Himmel?" Irgendwie steht der König vor Hamlet. Der König. Der eigentlich Tod sein sollte. "Schickt einen Boten. Wenn er in einem Monat nicht da ist, kannst du ihn zur Not riechen." Hamlet versucht seinen Fehler zu vertuschen. Ophelia kommt mit riesig schwarzer Fluffschleppe auf die Treppe. "Der Tod muss so fröhlich sein, aber ich will nicht sterben" berühmte Letzte Worte.

Auf dem Friedhof werfen Güldencranz ehh die Totengräber ganz viele Hans-Christian Schädel die Treppe hinab. Zwei Platschen ins Wasser, einer rechts vorbei vor die Füße von Reihe 2. (Vllt hätte ich den bei passender Tasche eingesteckt.) "Wessen Werke überlieben alle Mieter? Die des Galgenbauers." Richtiger Galgenhumor, den auch Hamlet ablehnt. Es werden ein paar englische Zeilen gedroppt, womöglich die Originalen, bis plötzlich Laertes wieder auftaucht! Und wie muss dieser Kampf um seiner Familie letzter Ehre enden? RICHITG! IM WASSERGRABEN! Zeit Reihe 2, rechts etwas Spritzwasser zu geben!

Bleibt bloß die Frage wie das ganze jetzt beendet wird? Ich hab ja fast die Fassung verloren und mich dopaminüberfordert scheckig gelacht. Hamlet steigt aus dem Wasser und hält den Kampf und Tode als Monolog. If I had a fucking nickel for everytime Hamlet does the last szene as a Monologue, Id had two nickels. Which is weird, cause it happened twice. Sagte ich schon das Christopher Heisler und Christian Friedel eine ähnlich gleiche Stimmlage haben?

"Gute Nacht mein Prinz. Der Rest ist schweigen."

[sc0tters]

Just saw you’re thinking of a Fantilli sister idea!!

She 100% embraced the OSU lifestyle and wears boots and stuff now but she also wears a pair of sweats that have ‘beat mich’ on the back of them (I’ve seen a photo of them before) and she rarely wears them but Adam hates it when she does

I found a picture of them on Pinterest! And I had to post this early cause I’m now seeing things come in about Gavin and her ass 😭

Marisa loves her boots and you want to know who loves her outfits just as much as she does? Gavin. Like having to watch her do these twirls in whatever she was wearing as she would want opinions from the boys before she went out was torture for him. And of course he couldn’t stare at her for long before he would get a slap to the back of the head by Adam which was usually followed by “that’s my sister!”

When she wears those sweatpants around the house it is honestly to get a reaction out of Adam or Luca if he is there.

But once she starts getting closer with Gavin she wears them more frequently because she knows that he is staring at her ass because of it. They got together because they were sleeping together at first so when that happened he would then take the chance to slap her ass with Adam wasn’t around “Gav!” Marisa would whine as sometimes she’d end up with a sore ass at the end of the day.

Yet it just makes him smirk “you wanna behave or keep making sure I know which sight I wanna see next time I fuck you.” His vulgar words made her squirm as she chewed at the inside of her cheek “I’m sorry.” She’d mumble as she pursed her lips together wanting a kiss which Gavin of course gives her.

Of course though the time when she was willing to behave always fell close to when Adam would return “you’re still wearing those pants?” Adam whined as he shook his head.

[chaotic-nick]

Before a date with Miche Zacharias would include . . .

@postwarlevi [Eliza] asks . . .

How would Miche get ready for a romantic date and what are certain things he'd do on the date? Like, would he get them flowers, etc?

Setting: Modern Au

Warnings: none - unedited

And Nick says . . .

After finally saying yes, Miche's mind is full of many many possibilities. He doesn't know you that well yet [except for Erwin's stories/ the side of you that he's seen in his workplace/ being surface level friends for so long] bit he wants to make a good first impression that'll have you say yes when he asks if you're up for a second date.

Miche who's ways made his own food at home [even grows some of his vegetables] turns to Erwin to ask what are the best places to take you out on a dinner date.

Miche who visits his grandparents extra early on Tuesday to ask what he should wear. He didn't expect his grandfather telling him to fic his hair because it looked like his aunt's shih tzu from afar. And tells him, 'She actually called it fluffy looking' —'and dog's are fluff ball bastards, too.'

Miche who, according to his grandmother, should visit a flower shop run by an old friend. Because flowers always show you care.

Miche who makes a reservation at the restaurant with an outdoor dining area two days before the date.

— On the day of the date however,

Miche who opens the door as he's fresh out of the shower to his parents looking excited and his grandparents with stern looks on their faces.

Or. Miche who's in a zoom call with Erwin, Zeke and Levi as he gets ready and them throwing the most exaggerating compliments that makes him wonder if he should've asked them for help in the first place.

Erwin: You can actually look decent. Good work!

Zeke: I'd date you if you were the last option.

Levi: makes a good funeral outfit.

And finally Miche who sprays his favourite perfume before confirming his date with you with a text, flowers by his waist and his hair combed back [as it dries it'll take it's usual style].

Miche who slightly slaps his cheek to focus when he picks you up.

I hope you liked this, Eliza!!! Thank you for sending an ask ❤️💖

[idemida]

The Commander’s Darling | Chapter 5

Reposted from AO3

~ Summary:  

You are a poor young woman working in a tavern around some sketchy people and Erwin gets you out of a bad situation. He is immediately drawn to you and has to have you around, so he comes up with an excuse that he needs a secretary. Of course you say yes! After all, you need the job and shelter, and he is the only man you have felt you can trust in a long time.

You fall in love and lust for each other, but who knows who will give in first.

This is going to be more of a slow-burn, with little connection to the actual plot of the series, although it does take place in-universe. Some characters will be used for plot-points very different from the actual series.

~ Word Count: 4,948

~ Pairing: Erwin Smith x Reader 

~ Tags: slowburn; loveatfirstsight; lustatfirstsight; jealousy; pining

Erwin left you to work on your own on the new pile of documents he brought you for three days. It certainly was not the type of work that would take more than a day and you found yourself continuing to read the books that Hange gave you to keep yourself occupied. The only contact you had with him was at lunch and dinner, which made your connection with him feel a lot more casual than it should. You did notice, however, that even if he was warmer than you expected a commander to be, he definitely did not smile or laugh as much as Hange and Miche. Levi was not exactly a reference point. You wondered if he had to be that way, even with his close people, because there had to be some semblance of order and respect he could not breach. They all called him his first name rather affectionately, and they allowed themselves to make jokes, even about him, but you did not see the same joking behaviour from him. Hange and Miche would spend the lunchtimes giggling together, Levi would judge them from the sidelines with a slight huff, but you could see he had an affection for them. Meanwhile, Erwin only allowed himself to smile here and there. However, when he did smile, it was a full smile that reached his eyes, and his face flushed pink. It brought out the blue colour of his eyes, you noticed.

‘Oh, Levi, I wish you would eat with your squad more often.’ Hange said one day, at dinner, almost through tears as she laughed at something Miche had said ‘It gets tiring feeling guilty for laughing and enjoying life as I am eating my meal.’

Your mouth gaped open as you heard her and since you were sat diagonally from Erwin, he noticed and smiled.

‘Erwin,’ Levi ignored her ‘When are you going to give Y/n her clothes allowance? I’m fed up of looking at her in these ugly outfits.’ Of course, you were wearing Hange’s clothes still.

‘Levi…’ Erwin almost scolded him

‘What?’

You turned to Levi, who was next to you: ‘I like these clothes, Levi.’

‘I’m just trying to help you out.’ Levi shrugged and there was a slight smirk as his eyes darted towards Hange, who was still smiling. Sometimes with all the bickering between them you were worried they might really offend each other ‘There’s no need to pretend. Also, keep in mind you’ve been in the cafeteria quite a few times now. At this rate, people might think this is your actual style.’

‘Levi, I-’ You wondered why you were getting so worked up. After all, it was just a joke anyway. You just felt guilty he was pressuring Erwin to give you money

‘We’ll arrange something later.’ Erwin looked at you ‘I promise.’

As you were going to put your trays away, Erwin pulled you aside to talk.

‘I was wondering if from now on, as you go on your walk you could also bring me my post to the office.’ He said and you noticed his voice was taking on a more professional tone ‘I don’t think it will be heavy. It’s mostly just letters. If there are any heavy parcels, do not bring them. Actually, don’t bring me parcels at all, unless they’re so light you can carry them with one hand.’ You kept on nodding as you were taking the instructions in ‘The post is usually left with the porter and they keep the stack delivered to me in a special section. I’ve told them who you are, they should give it to you with no problem. Also, it might be useful to show you the office.’

‘Alright.’

On that day, you went to retrieve his post and you were able to carry the stack of letters just fine.

You went to his office and knocked on the door. He answered in an exhausted tone, calling you in. As you opened the door, you noticed he was surprised to see you, straightening up.

‘What is it?’

‘I brought you your post.’ You entered the room, smiling. He was surprised to see you smile. It was as if the awkwardness that invaded every conversation prior had evaporated from you. You actually seemed happy to be there.

‘Oh, yes!’ He smiled back, despite his exhausted eyes and stood up

You approached him and readied the stack in both hands. The room was quite dark, so you could not see everything very well.

‘I know I told you I’ll show you around, but this is not the best time.’ He said ‘The daytime is preferable for this.’ You nodded ‘Are there any parcels you left behind?’

‘No, sir.’ You said and immediately got flustered as you saw the negative reaction on his face ‘No, Erwin.’ You smiled in embarrassment. This was the first time you called him that. You never used his name at lunch or dinner and you tried your best to not even use it with others when he was not around. It just felt foreign in your mouth, like you would be reprimanded if you dared to, even if he allowed it.

‘Is it that difficult to stick to first names? You do it with everyone else.’ He raised his eyebrows and there was palpable disappointment in his voice. He took the stack from your hands and placed it on the desk.

‘No, Erwin, there is no instruction I cannot follow, so I’ll call you whatever you want. Promise.’

You saw the way his eyes lifted up towards you. There was shock. A pause. His hands were still frozen on the stack he placed on the desk. In reality, you hadn’t said anything shocking, but when you saw the way he inhaled, you realised what you said really affected him. Your face was hot all over. Seeing him embarrassed in your presence did something to you.

‘Should I go now?’

‘Yes, I’ll bring you new work tomorrow.’

For the next five days you did more or less the same thing. You did the easiest work possible in your room, brought Erwin his post and went on walks with Hange, with Miche joining from time to time. You and Hange had started hanging out pretty much every day, even in the mornings. You would go to each other’s rooms or her department and chat about the books she gave you. You also started walking outside on the square in front of the Scouts’ headquarters. The square was often crowded with people, so you had to be careful not to bump into somebody and worsen your injury. Erwin still hadn’t shown you around the office, but he did show you your own. He did not require you to stay there yet, since you might still feel discomfort in your chest.

On the sixth day, you had finally managed to wash your own skirt and top to wear, so this was the first time since you moved here that you wore your own outfit. You could not lie, you looked much better in this than in Hange’s clothes. You actually felt attractive, while wearing it and it showed in the way you met people’s gazes, the way you smiled and your gait.

You delivered the post Erwin received for the day, this time holding the letters in one hand and a small parcel in the other. No heavier than you could carry in one hand, as agreed. As you walked into his office, the way you held the parcel and the swivel of your hips caused him to reminisce about the night you first met at the tavern.

‘Thank you.’ He said ‘Please go and ask Hange to give you the report she promised for today. She’ll know what I mean.’

He watched you walk away, feeling guilty for having his gaze linger.

Then he decided to turn his attention to the pile of letters you left. As he was going through it, he found one that was not addressed to anyone. It was a folded piece of paper, wrapped in all four directions by a tied black thread that formed a cross. It was strange, so it made him open it first.

He assumed it was for him, but as he opened it, he saw it was addressed to you. Then his eyes darted to the bottom and he saw it was from Jan.

He could not deny that it was wrong, but he was too curious, so he started reading, his sense of guilt getting stronger as he was reading each line.

‘Dear Y/n,

I am deeply hurt by the way you abandoned me and threw everything we had away as if it was nothing. I did not know I was so easily replaceable. 

I saved you from hunger, homelessness and your grief when your parents died, but you left me without saying a word.

I’m sure you’re lying to Smith the same way now. I cannot believe how easily you can fake your feelings to get what you want. I was such a fool. I thought the love in your eyes was genuine. I thought your gratitude was genuine, but now you must look at him the same way. I loved you and you lied to me. 

All of those words, all of those nights meant nothing to you.

I certainly hope you will never need me, because I will not be a fool again.

Jan’

Erwin realised the hand that held the letter was shaking. He knew he had no right to read it. He had no time to think, so he focused on getting it back the way it was - folded and tied by the thread. He put it back in the pile and tried to control himself. It was not clear to him why he was shaking, he wasn’t even sure what he felt. Of course, it irritated him to know there was something between you two, but then he really started to think. For the letter to reach him, Jan must have said it was for him, and it was not addressed for a reason. Jan wanted him to read it. It was all an intentional attempt to sully you in his eyes. Now most things in the letter sounded suspicious. If he was so great, you would not have left him, if he was so great, he would have protected you against Ritch. Well, didn’t he? He tried to fight him off. But he didn’t want to help you get treated. He didn’t care about the way Ritch treated you.

Erwin was really doubting himself now. Should he address the letter to you to avoid you thinking he read it? No, because his handwriting would be different. Should he untie the string? He would have to have opened it to realise it was for you, so he might as well. A few minutes after he untied it, he heard your footsteps approaching.

‘Y/n, there is a letter left for you here. I’m sorry, it wasn’t addressed to anyone and I assumed it was for me. I opened it, but I did not read it.’

You were incredibly confused, but also did not exactly believe him.

‘Who’s it from?’ You asked, trying to not seem irritated by the situation

He simply passed it to you. You tucked the report Hange gave you under your armpit and started reading. As your eyes moved down the page, reading the tone of indignation you decided to check who it was from at the bottom. Embarrassment hit your face, your cheeks felt so warm and your hands felt weak.

‘You really did not read it?’ You said quietly and he shook his head

‘I swear, I did not.‘

You continued reading down the page to yourself, and you could not believe Jan had decided to embarrass you like this. Of course, most of the letter was a lie. You did not tell him you love him, kiss him or spend any nights with him. You most certainly did not look at Erwin the way you looked at Jan.

‘It’s all a lie, just so you know. If you did read it, I want you to know it’s a lie.’

‘I believe you.’

‘Jan sent this. He must have stalked me and seen me walking around. I assume he is jealous and wanted to sabotage me. But I swear, there isn’t anything true here.’

‘Well, you did abandon him without saying a word.’

‘And you think I am a bad person?’

‘No, not at all.’ His face appeared warm, but he was avoiding smiling ‘I am just saying, perhaps he was really in love with you and his feelings were hurt. Now he’s lashing out. Don’t worry, it won’t affect your position here. But we should be more careful about you going out on your own because he might be violent.’

You did not want this situation to lead to anyone exercising more control over you. You did not know Erwin perfectly well, so you did not feel comfortable with him making decisions about your life. For example, if he wanted you to be accompanied everywhere with the pretext of keeping you safe, you would run away immediately.

‘He is not violent.’ You said folding the letter angrily ‘But he is petty. He also likes to gossip. He might tell the others where I am.’

‘Well, I would recommend you don’t go out much on your own in the next few weeks. Especially because the expedition is coming up, and if I am not here to protect you…’

‘Right…’ You said, almost cynically

‘Y/n. I really do think this is serious. I mean he is serious enough to show you he knows where you live.’

You ignored what he was saying and put the report down on his desk.

‘Can I go?’

‘Yes.’

Once again, he watched you walk away and noticed, the anger added something to your walk that made it even more attractive.

A few days passed with more of the same. Hange had come for your regular morning meet-up, just as you were getting ready to go to Erwin. He had told you to arrive at a specific hour for the first time that day and you were in a rush. Your eyes lit up when you realised she had brought you tea. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had tea, especially with a friend.

‘I love you so much for this, but it seems like this morning Erwin actually wants me to show up at eight o’clock and I cannot afford to be late on the first day when I have an hour set.’ You said as you went back to getting ready.

‘Y/n, as much as I wish this was a completely selfless gesture,’ she put the teacup on the cupboard next to the door ‘I am doing this because I want something from you.’

You turned back, surprised.

‘I need one of the books I gave you. That copy is very special to me and I hadn’t realised I gave it to you.’

‘Oh, of course!’ You looked down at your skirt, dusting it off. You wore your own skirt, but one of her shirts ‘Which book is it?’ You looked at the clock and you had five minutes to go ‘You know what, you go through them since you would know. I have put one of the books in the outside pocket of my coat back here.’ You showed her the back of the door ‘I am heading out.’

Meanwhile, Erwin could tell there was a change within you. You kept your demeanour polite, but he could tell your eyes did not show the same warmth towards him.

He was starting to feel stuck. He wanted to spend time with you, away from everybody else. Something more special, but also not special enough to confirm any potential suspicions he was attracted to you. He wanted to win your trust again, maybe even your attraction towards him. As you were in his office way before lunch, he thought it was the perfect opportunity.

‘There’s a bakery nearby, that sells nice breakfast and lunch options. If you want to join me and see what they have, you can come. I might ask you to pick something up from there at some point, so it would be good for you to know where it is.’ That is the reason why he called you in so early. He assumed you would be hungry.

You smiled and nodded.

‘But I need to get my coat.’ You didn’t need it only to shield against the cold. You decided that since Jan might be lurking around, it would be useful to have the gun as some semblance of protection, or something to threaten him with.

The walk out of the building was slightly awkward, because it was difficult sticking to small talk topics when both of you wanted to delve deeper. It was also difficult for you to understand what was appropriate to ask. What you didn’t know was that he was struggling with the same thoughts about you.

You walked with him through the square, on the way to the bakery. The weather was colder than you expected, so you unfolded the collar of your coat and raised it up to keep your chest and neck warm. He thought he should probably offer you something of his to warm you up, but he knew people would talk and even that might be inappropriate. He turned to look at you, as you were snuggling in your coat, not realising how adorable you looked.

‘Y/n!’ You heard a familiar voice shout your name from Erwin’s direction. You turned towards it and saw that Erwin was already looking at you. His head then also turned in the voice’s direction.

It was Jan. He was walking towards you with a briskness that could only point to anger. He stopped a few steps away and you noticed Erwin stepped closer to him, as if to get in between.

‘What are you doing here?’ Jan asked you, his eyebrows furrowed

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked back

‘No, you don’t get to ask me that. I thought he had kidnapped you, or killed you.’

Erwin turned towards you when he heard that, but you could not read his face.

‘No, I’m fine.’

‘And why did you not come back?’ Jan asked and as you were about to answer he interrupted you ‘I’m hurt. I thought we had something special.’

‘I was also hurt. When I was underpaid, overworked and unprotected.’ You crossed your arms ‘And what was it that was special between us?’

‘We were practically engaged. What are you talking about? You wore my mother’s ring!’ He stepped forward and you stepped back ‘Everybody in the neighbourhood knew that you were wearing it.’

You stood there silent for a moment, arms still crossed. Erwin was looking at Jan, and you could not see his face.

‘Jan, are you-’ You were going to ask him if he was mad, but because you actually feared that he was, you decided against it ‘Are you being serious? You never proposed! I was using the ring to pretend I am married to a made-up man. How could anyone think we were engaged?’

‘What about our kiss, though?’ Jan asked, full of indignation

Erwin did not turn to look at you.

‘You kissed me. I rejected you and then you pretended you thought I was someone else. You were drunk out of your mind and I was sober. I think I remember better than you do.’

Erwin turned slowly to you and once again you could not read his face.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked again and you were getting more confused. He could see the confusion, so he added ‘Do you live with him? Do you work with him? What are you doing here?’

You held the collar of your coat closer to your chest, as if to protect yourself from your own anxiety. You didn’t want to admit you worked for Erwin because that would also reveal where you live and even if you just worked here, he would know where you spend the majority of your days.

‘I came here to give back some money I asked him to borrow. On the night I was shot I needed money, and he obliged. I promised I would give it back and I did.’

‘Why is he out with you now?’

‘To walk her out.’ Erwin interjected

‘Why not just let her find her way out?’

Erwin suddenly walked closer to you and you noticed he wanted to say something to you more quietly. You moved closer to him as well.

‘Did you have a contract with Jan?’ Erwin asked and you shook your head ‘Everything was informal?’

‘Yes.’ You said and he saw the desperation in your eyes

‘Listen,’ Erwin turned to Jan ‘Neither of us owe you an explanation. She decided she doesn’t want to work for you anymore. That’s it. Just get over it.’

Jan then reached for something inside his coat pocket and you already knew what it was. Of course, he pulled out his other gun, only enough for you three to see it, but not enough to stir panic on the square. Erwin took a step back pushing you behind him.

‘You do owe me my other gun with the bullets, though. You took it, with no intention to return it. That’s called stealing. And you know how expensive those things are.’ He pulled the safety back ‘You will have to show me your new place because I assume that’s where it is.’ Jan almost looked satisfied with himself

Erwin did not know what to say now. All of this was new to him and he was starting to think of ways he could help you if it was really true. He would surely have to find you another place to live now that you were discovered

‘You owe it to me. It’s mine.’ Jan insisted sternly

‘How will you get it?’ You asked ‘Kill me? Kill him? How will you get away? Can you imagine killing the Commander of the Survey Corps and having Levi Ackermann come after you? I would love to see that.’

‘What did you use the money for? The one you had to pay back?’ Jan asked, and you could not believe his mind was still thinking about that

‘For accommodation.’

‘If you’re not working for him, where did you get the money to pay him the money back? It’s only been like two weeks.’

‘Where do you think?’

‘Did you sell yourself? Jan asked and Erwin turned towards him as if in shock

‘I sold the gun, idiot.’ You said and Erwin turned to you, eyes so wide it would have made you laugh if you did not think you were going to die any moment

Everybody stood still, with Erwin turning towards Jan again, so he could keep an eye on his actions. He stood firmly in front of you. Jan pulled the gun all the way out at that point, but let his arm relax, with the gun pointing towards the ground. He seemed to be debating something in his mind and you saw his mouth quiver.

‘I don’t believe you.’ He said, looking up, a madness in his eyes ‘I don’t believe you know the places where these things can be bought or sold. I don’t think you have the bravery to go into one of these places and walk out unarmed. I did everything for you and look at how you lie to me, straight to my face, with no guilt in your eyes.’

You looked down at his feet and saw them inching anxiously towards you. You took another step back, pulling Erwin with you by the waist.

‘And for what?’ His voice began shaking ‘For a guy like that? You’re planning to rely on him now? Everybody knows the Scouts drop like flies. You will eventually have to crawl back to me and beg me-’ He was gesturing with the gun in his anger ‘You think you know what’s best for you, but you don’t.’

‘If you love me so much, why are you getting ready to shoot me?’ You asked and you were not expecting to sound so emotional. The fear was really getting to you and it seemed like nobody on the square had realised what was happening. There was no panic, no scurrying away from the people around you. ‘I’ll give you back the money. I swear. I can’t give you anything else.’

As you were looking into his eyes, pleading, awaiting his decision, a hand came from behind him and grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the gun. He swiftly turned around to pull his wrist away, and a member of the military police revealed himself. Jan was then tackled from the side by another, and a third joined in to get him incapacitated. They almost wrestled him to the ground, careful not to set the weapon off, and eventually one of them managed to pluck it out of his hand. They all seemed quite young and well-built, certainly an improvement from the ones you were used to seeing in your area.

‘Not only is this plain assault,’ The one with the gun began speaking ‘But I want to see your certificate for the weapon. I assume you have none.’

As the adrenaline in your body alleviated, you almost collapsed to the ground. Your grip on Erwin tightened and he finally felt it was safe to turn back towards you. He saw the tears in your eyes and how you weak you looked, so he held you by your waist and shoulder. Jan was on his knees now, looking up at the officers in angered defeat.

‘I don’t have it on me.’

‘Tell us your address and we’ll search for it while you’re in jail.’ The officer with the gun laughed

‘Fine. I don’t have one, but she doesn’t either and I know my other gun is with her. She admitted it plainly in front of us both.’ He nodded towards Erwin who did not react, still looking at you ‘She was my employee and she ran away with the gun to spite me.’

The officer turned towards you and you could feel your knees buckle under the weight of the new wave of anxiety. He was definitely going to search you and find the weapon now. You will have to suffer the consequences for what you did.

‘Keep him in place.’ The armed officer turned to his colleagues who were keeping Jan low on the ground. He put the gun somewhere in his own inner pocket ‘Miss, I hope you won’t resist the search. We just have to make sure.’

You nodded in defeat. You wanted to attack Jan for managing to be such a successful nuisance that he completely ruined your life. You weren’t sure what the consequences of such an offence were, but you knew your life will immediately be turning around for the worse. He asked Erwin to step aside and he complied.

As the officer came next to you, he seemed almost apologetic about it. He patted you down, then he went through your coat pockets where the gun was. You looked down in shame, not ready to face Erwin’s judgment. The officer took a step back.

‘Must be a tiny gun, I can’t find it.’ He chuckled at Jan

You looked up at the officer. You kept your face as neutral as you could, but to Erwin and Jan the shock in your eyes was visible. The way your eyes darted from left to right. Your eyebrows twitched ever so slightly in surprise. It was obvious something was bubbling up inside you. You had to resist the urge to smile. Either you truly were the luckiest woman on earth, or the military police were the most incompetent people in existence.

‘You realise it’s probably in her house, right?’ Jan spat back

‘Miss, would you co-operate by leading us to your address, so we can search it?’

You began nodding as if by command, but you certainly did not want to co-operate. If it was not in your pocket, then you must have forgotten it in your room and you were not as lucky as you thought.

‘No.’ Erwin interjected ‘You can’t. You can’t search her house without a warrant.’

‘Commander,’ The officer turned his whole body to face him ‘We might not have a warrant, but we do have reasonable cause to believe she might have it.’

‘That’s the thing. You don’t.’ Erwin continued, his voice steady ‘She has shown no signs that she could have anything on her or that she is dangerous. I know the rules. I appreciate you want to be thorough, but you can’t disregard procedure. If you do, I will speak to Nile Dok personally to report this issue.’

The young officer stood silent, then he looked back at Jan and back at you. He asked the others to handcuff him and take him away and then he agreed to end this by taking your information. You co-operated with that, admitting where you lived and worked. You also asked him to keep this a secret from Jan and he agreed. As he walked away, you looked at the ground, not having the bravery to look Erwin in the eye.

‘Let’s go inside.’ He said 'I want to understand what is going on.'

[rerenikos-sweetheart]

miche for the love of god please wear some socks with your outfit

[derwahnsinn]

31 Days Rammstein Challenge - Day 24: Favourite Liebe ist für alle da Song

Liebe ist für alle da is another not-so-popular release from Rammstein. Christoph Schneider has said in interviews that this was when he was allowed to do more than just playing straight rhythms, and that may be one of the reasons why the album does have a more "heavy metal" feel to it.

The regular album does have some really good songs. Ich tu dir weh has great vocals from Till, Haifisch is a lovely tribute to the band feeling of Rammstein, and Mehr is a song most people hate, but I actually enjoy it, especially the Coldplay inspired part towards the end.

The special edition adds some excellent songs. I like Führe mich, Donaukinder, and Halt a lot. Perhaps it was not needed to include both Roter Sand as well as Liese, but oh well.

My favourite song from the album is actually Roter Sand. Note that I mean the regular album version. I like the lyrics, and I love the vulnerability in Till's voice (the Orchester Version doesn't have the same vulnerability in the vocals, and Liese has different lyrics). Sadly, this is another song that Rammstein has never performed live.

Illustration: Rammstein at Sonoma during LIFAD recordings in 2008, photo by Olaf Heine. Something I find interesting about this photo (apart from that everyone is paying attention to Oliver, except from Richard, who is looking straight at the camera) is that Oliver is wearing jeans. Nowadays, that is pretty rare (or, maybe it's not, and I just think so because he doesn't wear them a lot on tour when people actually may come across him and take a photo...)

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Day 1: Favourite Song Day 2: Favourite Era Day 3: Favourite Single Day 4: Favourite Album Day 5: Favourite Music Video Day 6: Favourite Member Day 7: Favourite Lyrics Day 8: Favourite B-side or Unreleased Track Day 9: Favourite Remix Day 10: Favourite Live Photo Day 11: Favourite Live Video Day 12: Favourite Making of Day 13: Favourite Picture Official or Unofficial Day 14: Favourite Vocals Day 15: Favourite Bass, Guitar, Drums, or Keyboard Work Day 16: Favourite Outfit Day 17: Favourite Live Moment Day 18: Favourite Pyro Effect Day 19: Favourite Herzeleid Song Day 20: Favourite Sehnsucht Song Day 21: Favourite Mutter Song Day 22: Favourite Reise, Reise Song Day 23: Favourite Rosenrot Song

[sergeantjessi]

Yoo btw!!! I have obtained the glide set from totk and the mask is now part of the outfit I usually wear around lol aksbdkfh it just slaps so hard 10/10 just wanted to tell you that :D

Und ich hab so gegoogelt, weil ich vergessn hab wie die Rüstung auf Englisch heißt, und hab die ganze Zeit sowas eingegeben wie "aero armour set" und hab mich dann gewundert wieso TROTZDEM nur deutsche Artikel usw auftauchen :') upsi vergessn dass das nich auch Aero im Englischen heißt aksbdjdh ((wieso wollt ich überhaupt auf Englisch die Frage stellen lol aber egal aksbdjdh))

LETSGOOO i'm glad i was right about those rain-vibes :DD <3

Tbh kann ich dir das nicht verübeln, Aero Rüstung klingt halt einfach cool :D Und englisch reden macht auch Spaß, yes yes, deshalb denglisch ftw <3

[dummie2aad]

Lawlu sexy Gift 🔞 (Eng & deu)

Englisch:

Short description:

It's Law's birthday and after a nice day with Luffy, Law unfortunately had to go to work for a short time and didn't get home until 8:00 p.m. During those 3 hours, Luffy got ready for Law.

View Luffy:

I really wanted to please Toraro, but I didn't know how. So I asked Nami and she sent me a video and told me to watch it and then dress up and lay me in the bedroom. How did I get here? Well actually before I met Toraro I had zero sexual experience or knowledge. But after our first time, I really loved sleeping with Toraro. After our 2nd time he had enlightened me a bit more about sex and the body and so on......But still I didn't know that much, at least not enough to do something for toraro. I watched the video, the video was called "How I can really spoil my partner". Pamper Toraro? Shishishi that sounds good. The video started and oh my goodness ssh that looked difficult but the guy in the video seemed to like it so Toraro would like it too. Well then I just need an outfit.

Law's point of view:

When I got home it was pretty quiet, no lights were on except in the bedroom. I took off my shoes and bag and went into the bedroom. The door was ajar, I opened the door and..........silence.........(Law just died, kidding 🙃 Law got such a bad nosebleed that he just died). I saw Luffy lying on the bedroom in MAID OUTFIT!!!!!!!! The outfit was extremely short and sexy. Luffy: "Hello Trafi, I thought you would like a second gift". I scowled as I rushed at Luffy and stripped off everything but my pants. Just as I was about to pounce on Luffy, he pushed me onto the bed and whispered something to me. Luffy: "Just lie there and enjoy it". He wanted.......Okay now I was curious. So I sat back and enjoyed. Luffy slowly crawled down on me until his face was on my waistband. He took off my pants so that I was only wearing my boxers. I was already rock hard. (The moment I saw Luffy in Maid Outfit). Luffy started sucking through my boxers and massaging my balls. Oh god that feels good. Law: "Ahhhh~ Luffy-ya~". Why is he so good at it? Law: "Luffy-ya~ Please put my boxers down~".

View Luffy:

So far Toraro seemed to like it. Good. I took off his boxers and immediately took his entire member in my mouth. Traffy groaned and gripped my hair with his hands. I felt that he was about to come now.? He pushed me all the way down before he came in my mouth. But he was still tough. Well then I could continue. I handcuffed him to the bed. I've been pretty tough too. Law: "Ride me Luffy please~~". Luffy: "As you want traffylein~". I took off my rather womanly underwear, still wearing the maid outfit and showing my bulge, and stretched Law's length. I took his member and slowly inserted it into me until it stopped. L: "Ahhhh~ Traffy~" Law: "Luffy-yaaah~". I started to move slowly, up and down, up and down, over and over again. I kept getting faster. Me and Toraro groaned. I was getting faster and faster and Toraro bumped his hip against me. We became faster and louder. I felt my burrow tighten and came, as did Traffy with 5 final powerful thrusts. I dropped down next to him, exhausted. Luffy: "Did you haaaa, like it~", Law: "It was wonderful, thanks~". I snuggled happily into Traffy's chest (his handcuffs were already off) and wrapped myself in his arms.

Deutsch:

Kurze Beschreibung:

Law hat Geburtstag und nach einem schönen Tag mit Luffy musste Law leider noch kurz zur Arbeit und kam erst um 20:00 Uhr Nachhause. Während dieser 3 Stunden machte Luffy sich bereit für Law.

Sicht Luffy:

Ich wollte Toraro unbedingt eine Freude machen aber ich wusste nicht wie. Also hatte ich Nami gefragt und die hatte mir ein video geschickt und sagte das ich es kucken soll und dann verkleiden und mich ins Schlafzimmer legen. Wie ich hier her gekommen bin? Naja ich hatte eigentlich bevor ich Toraro kennengelernt hatte, Null sexuale Erfahrungen oder Wissen. Aber nach unserem ersten mal liebte ich es wirklich sehr mit Toraro zu schlafen. Er hatte mich nach unserem 2. mal ein bisschen mehr über Sex und den Körper aufgeklärt und so weiter......Aber dennoch wusste ich nicht so viel, zumindest nicht genug um was für toraro zu machen. Ich kuckte das video, das video hies „Wie ich meinen Partner so richtig verwöhnen kann". Toraro verwöhnen? Shishishi das klingt gut. Das video fing an und ach du meine Güte ssh das schwierig aus, aber dem mann im Video schien es zu gefallen, also würde es Toraro auch gefallen. Gut dann muss ich nur noch ein Outfit.

Sicht Law:

Als ich nachhause kam war es ziemlich still, nirgendwo brannte Licht außer im Schlafzimmer. Ich zog Schuhe und Tasche aus und ging ins Schlafzimmer. Die Tür war angelehnt, ich machte die Tür auf und..........stille.........(Law ist einfachmal gestorben, Spaß 🙃 Law hat so heftig Nasenbluten bekommen das er einfach mal tot ist). Ich sah Luffy im MAID OUTFIT auf dem Schlafzimmer liegen!!!!!!!! Das Outfit war extrem kurz und sexy. Luffy: „Hallo Trafi, ich dachtedu hättest gerne noch ein zweites Geschenk". Mein Blick wurde finster als ich auf Luffy zustürmte und alles bis auf meine Hose auszog. Gerade als ich mich auf Luffy stürzen wollte, schubste er mich auf Bett und flüsterte mir etwas zu. Luffy: „Bleib einfach liegen und genieß es". Er wollte.......Okay jetzt war ich gespannt. Also lehnte ich mich zurück und genoss. Luffy krabbelte langsam an mir runter bis er mit seinem Gesicht an meinem Hosenbund war. Er zog mir die Hose aus, so das ich nur noch meine Boxer anhatte. Ich war jetzt schon stein hart. (In dem moment in dem ich Luffy im Maid Outfit sah). Luffy fing an durch meine Boxer durch zu lutschen und meine Hoden zu Massieren. Oh Gott fühlt sich das gut an. Law: „Ahhhh~ Luffy-ya~". Wieso kann er das so gut. Law: „Luffy-ya~ Bitte mach meine Boxer runter~".

Sicht Luffy:

Bis jetzt schien es Toraro zu gefallen. Gut. Ich zog ihm seine Boxer aus und nahm sofort sein ganzes Glied in den Mund. Traffy stöhnte auf und grief mit seinen Händen in meine Haare. Ich spürte das er jetzt schon kur vor dem kommen war.?Er drückte mich ganz runter bevor er in meinem Mund kam. Aber er war immer noch hart. Gut dann konnte ich weiter machen. Ich band ihn mit Handschellen ans Bett. Ich war auch schon ziemlich hart. Law: „Reit mich Luffy, bitte~~". Luffy: „Wie du willst traffylein~". Ich zog meine ziemlich weibliche Unterwäsche aus, das maid outfit hatte ich noch an und man sah meine Beule, und bereitete mich über Law's länge aus. Ich nahm sein Glied und führte es langsam in mich, bis zum Anschlag ein. L: „Ahhhh~ Traffy~" Law: „Luffy-yaaah~". Ich fing an mich langsam zu bewegen, rauf und runter, rauf und runter, immer wieder. Ich wurde immer schneller. Ich und Toraro stöhnten. Ich wurde immer schneller und Toraro stieß mir mit seiner Hüfte entgegen. Immer schneller und lauter wurden wir. Ich spürte das mein Bauch sich zu zog und kam, genauso wie Traffy mit 5 letzten kräftigen Stößen kam. Ich ließ mich erschöpft neben ihn fallen. Luffy: „Hat es dir haaaa, gefallen~", Law: „Es war wunderbar, danke~". Ich schmiegte mich glücklich an Traffys Brust (seine Handschellen war schon ab) und er schließ mich in seine Arme.

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