#i only thought wos might be there but nope :l

[princehoseok]

i never expect much from the spotify bc i dont really use it as much as i would like to but i knew it was gonna be svt skz niall bts and rm and my top 5 of songs are all from rpwp lmao

[diaphragmjellyfish]

Told You So

A/N: Lots of people seemed to like my last Paul fic, and he’s my favorite Twilight character, so I thought I’d write another one! This could be considered a part 2 to I Have This Thing, but you don’t really have to read that one first. 

“How was physical therapy today, baby?” Paul asked for the 12th day in a row. Ever since you had finally told him about your vaginismus, he had been as involved as you would allow him to be in that part of your life. He was constantly checking up on you, supporting you, and being a shoulder to lean on when you had a bad session. Like today. 

“Not too great,” you responded. “I mean it wasn’t awful but I couldn’t keep it in for more than 5 minutes before I started cramping super bad.” 

“Aww, baby,” he cooed as he wrapped you up in a giant bear hug. “You know I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

You laughed lightly. Paul always cheered you up just by being here. “Thank you, Paul. It’s kind of frustrating, but more than that I’m just sore.” You had gotten comfortable with the idea that dilating would take time. There were good days and bad days, and you’d come to terms with that a long time ago. But sometimes, if your muscles were super tight or if you tried the next size too soon, you’d be left physically uncomfortable. That’s what was happening now. You guys were at a secluded beach for date night. You preferred more casual dates, where you could have privacy and be yourselves. With the whole wolf thing, you and Paul couldn’t really have super open conversations about your days in the middle of a fancy restaurant. 

“Sore? Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, with a smirk and a hint of suggestion. Since you’d allowed Paul to start doing small things with you, like fingering, he’d become the cheeky hothead you’d always heard about. Constantly flirting with you, making little comments that made your cheeks grow hot. 

You gave him a light shove as he sat next to you on the blanket you’d laid out in the sand. “No. I don’t really feel like having anything else in me today,” you answered. 

“I don’t… have to go in,” he suggested as he looked at you nervously. Yes, he was a flirt. But he was still always careful to not cross the line or pressure you in any way. You looked at him questioningly. All you’d ever let him do was finger you. He’d tried just rubbing your clit before, but you found that that alone wasn’t enough to get you off. You needed both, and today, you’d settle for neither. 

“What if you let me eat you out?” 

You stopped at this, eyes wide. There was a reason you never asked him to do that before. Several guys had tried, but you never enjoyed it. It just felt like… nothing. There wasn’t enough pressure, enough feeling to get you anywhere close. You thought you just weren’t into that. You felt like all your friends went on and on about oral sex, but to you, it was just meh. You’d never let Paul do it before because you didn’t want him to feel bad when you wouldn’t like it. 

“Well, umm… “ at your hesitance, Paul was quick to back off. 

“We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion,” he seemed slightly disappointed, but did well to hide it. You knew him, though. 

“Paul, it’s not you. I just don’t really… like that.”

He looked at you like you had two heads. “You don’t like being eaten out,” he said bluntly, almost shocked. 

You shrugged your shoulders, preparing for the usual speech. ‘Oh, you’ve just never had a guy who knows what he’s doing try,’ they’d always say, only to try themselves with the same bland result. And sometimes, they’d get mad at you like it was your fault. Say you were broken. “Nope. Just not my thing,” you said shortly, getting ready to switch topics. Paul looked super confused. 

“Wait, wait. I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like being eaten out before,” he scoffed. “You’ve probably just never had a guy who knows what he’s doing.” Whoop, there it is. 

“Paul, I love you, but every guy has said that exact line. And none of them have made me like it. It’s just not for me.” 

“Okay, okay. No pressure. I guess I’m just curious. What about it don’t you like?” he questioned. 

“I don’t know, it’s just never felt like anything. Like it just feels like a tongue, there’s no sensation, you know what I mean?” 

He nodded, staring out into the ocean in deep thought. “You don’t think if you coached me through it I could make it good?” 

“I mean… I don’t really know what I would even like. I don’t know how to coach you if I don’t know what’s gonna feel good,” you felt guilty, but Paul had helped you become more comfortable with boundaries, and you knew he wouldn’t be mad at you for saying no. 

“Damn,” he muttered with a laugh. You nodded your head in response. “Okay, well what if we went by feeling? If it feels like nothing, you can tell me and I’ll use some more pressure. If it’s not enough friction, let me know and I can go faster.” 

“You really want to try, huh?” you laughed. You trusted Paul completely. If he really wanted to eat you out, you would let him. “Just promise me your feelings won’t be hurt if I still don’t like it.” 

He brought a hand up to his chest, “Cross my heart, babe.” 

You exhaled a sigh. “Okay. Guess we should head back to the car then.” 

“Why? No one’s here,” he smirked. You looked around, and he was right. There was a huge cliff to one side of you, and several miles of sand to the other. No one was here. And the thought of doing something so dirty out where anyone could walk by and see, well it excited you. Your blush was evident, and it was all Paul needed. He reached around, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a kiss. His other hand came up to cup your face, and as the kiss got more heated, you leaned back to lie on the blanket, pulling Paul on top of you. The arm that was around your shoulders came to rest next to your head, supporting his weight. Your own hands moved from around his neck down his chest, and under the thin t-shirt he was wearing, despite the chilly temperature. 

He sat up and all but ripped the shirt from his body, desperate to have his hands on you again. As he leaned back down to hover over you once more, he slid on hand under your shirt. Sure, it was summer, but you guys were in Washington. On the beach. At night. It was still pretty freaking cold out. 

“I’m keeping mine on, Cujo,” you laughed at his pout. 

“Oh, c’mon Princess, you know I’ll keep you warm.” At this, he dragged his lips down your jaw and to your neck, suckling at the skin. You breathed out a sigh and tilted your head to the opposite side, subtly arching your back. The hand that was under your shirt crept down between your legs. He stayed on top of your jeans and rubbed your inner thighs, grabbing lightly and putting pressure in the divot of your hip, between your leg and already damp pussy. Your hands carded through his hair, tugging lightly. He nipped at your neck as he popped the button on your pants, sliding the zipper down torturously slow. 

You let out a whimper, because at this point, he would normally be sliding his hand down your pants and a finger inside you. But that’s not what was happening tonight. His lips travelled from his neck, down to the top of your chest that was exposed from your shirt, and then down to your stomach. And lower, and lower. Once he reached the waistband of your pants, he sat up, kneeling between your legs. He grabbed your belt loops, pulling off your jeans, and then your underwear, and putting them in a neat pile on the side of the blanket, careful not to get sand all over them. The ocean breeze hit your hot core, and it was a strange sensation that made you shiver. 

“Cold?” he questioned, full of care and concern. 

“Yeah, so you better get down here and warm me up,” you smirked. His own smirk followed, and he leaned down. Instead of hovering over you, though, he brought his face down to your lower stomach once more, hooking your legs over his shoulders and bringing his hands up your sides to rest on your stomach, covering your skin with as much of his own as possible in an honest effort to make sure you weren’t cold. Even in sexy, sensual moments like this, Paul was still a sweetheart at his core. 

“Remember what I said about telling me how you feel. I want a full status report, Agent Y/L/N.” 

“Copy that, Detective Lahote,” you giggled back, bringing your hand up in a mock salute. 

He started kissing right under your belly button, nipping and sucking at the skin before soothing with his tongue. And then he trailed kisses a couple inches lower, repeating the same process. He did this over and over, taking his sweet time worshipping your skin, before he finally reached the soft skin just above your folds. He paused, and looked up at you with a savage grin. You could definitely say that you had never been this turned on before being eaten out before. 

Your hands were placed atop of his own on your stomach, gripping in anticipation. His chin dipped slightly, and he placed a soft kiss right on your clit. You felt the slight pressure of his lips, but not much else. 

He looked up at you, quirking his eyebrow in question. You shook your head lightly, a sad smile on your face. Instead of looking defeated, he looked determined. “How’d it feel?” 

“Not enough friction,” you answered.

Leaning back down, he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling around a few times before ending in a kiss. Again, nothing. Well, it felt like a tongue, but it didn’t really feel  particularly good. Again, he looked up at you, and you began to feel nervous. You never want to make Paul feel like he isn’t good enough, and you worried that this situation might be doing just that. 

“Talk to me, Princess,” he ordered softly. 

“I… I don’t know. It just, doesn’t really feel like anything,” you responded softly. 

“That’s okay. I have a couple more ideas,” he responded, his confidence never failing. This time, when he leaned down, he flicked his tongue over your clit rapidly. And when he still got no reaction, he began to feel slightly worried. He talked a big game. What if he was just like all those other assholes that never got you off? In desperation, he brought your clit and the surrounding folds between his lips and sucked.  

You gasped, and sat up slightly. Oh. You weren’t expecting that. Paul smirked. 

“Good?” he asked, teasingly. 

“Yeah, good. Can you do that again, but a little… more?” you responded, huffing a light laugh. 

His face lowered once more, and he repeated the same action as before. You bit your lip, your hips involuntarily lifting up into his face. He kept up this sucking motion several more times until he finally got a moan out of you. Soft, but he heard it. And it excited him. 

He began to repeat the motion, sucking slightly harder, and playing with your clit with his tongue while he sucked it into his mouth. This had you crying out. He grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you closer to him. 

“Fuck, Paul!” you gasped, hands now gripping his hair. Your hips writhed under his face, and he had to clamp his hands down tighter over your stomach to keep you still. You’d never felt anything like this before. It was strange, different from fingers or dilators, but still good. 

And Paul knew, as every good lover knows, that when women are feeling good, Don’t. Change. A. Thing. So he kept up the same rhythm. Same pace. Same technique. Suck, lick, kiss. Suck, lick, kiss. For the next twenty-five minutes. You knew his jaw must be hurting by now, but every time you were about to protest, he would give an extra hard suck to your clit, shutting you up with your own moans. And you were closer than you’d ever been from oral before. You were right there on the edge. 

“Oh my God, don’t stop!” you moaned in a higher pitch than before, and Paul knew you were close. 30 seconds later, your whole body was shaking, euphoria washing through your veins and your mouth opened in a silent moan. When you came down, Paul’s lips were still on your clit, only more gently now. You had to pull him away by the hair when the sensations became too much. With labored breath, you whispered a “woah.” 

Paul’s only response was “Told you so.” 

“Yeah, you did,” you laughed, too high on the orgasm to worry about how out-of-control his ego would be after this. He continued placing soft kisses over your stomach, hands rubbing up and down your sides while you calmed down and caught your breath. “Sorry I took so long,” you finally added. 

“Hey,” he said sharply, though you knew he was messing around. “If you think for even a second that I didn’t enjoy every single minute of that, you’re crazy.” 

“Ok well it’s time for me to return the favor. Roll over, Wolfie,” you chided, sitting up on your elbows. 

“You already did,” at this, you looked at him confused. He looked down, cheeks turning slightly red. “I… need to change into a new pair of shorts.” You bust out laughing. It was a good night.

[yesyunniechan]

Detective Conan File 992 [Japanese to English Translation]

Fighter's sword slashing;

The blade flies towards... 

The truth that’s hidden?!

TN: Please, please, please don’t kill me for my horrible haiku composition skills. I tried 5-7-5, I TRIED OKAY?!

H: At last... yer time has come!

TN: Literally: 'koko de outa ga hyakunenme' - we meet here for the 100th year’, which means 'your time has come'

O: Yeah... I came to see ya!

TN: Unadaptable stuff. Literally he says 'ai ni kita no no tenmanguu'. Which is 'I came to the Northern Tenmanguu. But this stuff is kaketashikotoba, basically what Englsh 'See you later alligator.' means.

H: C'mon already... or are ya scared?!

O: Ya exposed yer left shoulder and the tip of yer sword is pointing down and away...

[Fights are always so unexpected... Western Swordsmen clash in battle!!]

O: The Ittou Ryoudan posture...

O: Of Yagyu Shinkage school...

O: Well then... Me too...

H: The Hiraseigan posture...

H: Of Tennenrishin-ryu school...

H: The blade is slightly slanted...

H: And the tip of sword is looking at the opponent's left eye...

O: Ya talk too much... 

O: If ya want a fight... Ya've got one!

[Wait!]

S: If I hadn't come, you guys would have started fighting...

S: Let's not disturb the murder scene any further...

S: Besides, if you can solve this murder before the tournament starts...

S: We won't have to cancel it in the first place, right?

T: Is that really okay? Won't Megure-keibu get mad?

S: It's fine! Looks like we only have three suspects...

S: Besides, looks like this tournament might be tied to some romantic matter... <3

T: Err...

R: Excuse me, can I go to the restroom?

R: L-looks like that restroom is unavailable right now...

S: Yeah.... I've heard everything you had to say, Ran-chan...

R: Then excuse me!

R: I want to check...

R: Whether Hattori-kun's competitor...

R: Will be able to advance to the finals...

R: And if Hattori-kun will win, he...

R: Will confess to Kazuha-chan!!

C: So? Did you find this box knife inside the restroom?

T: Not yet...

H: Then it's easy to see who's the criminal...

H: Accordin' to this jii-san, the victim told to somebody by phone...

H: 'Box knife can't cut 'cause of blood, bring me the spare one'...

TN: Katta- naifu ga chii de kirehen kara, kawari wo mottekoi - for your theory needs.

H: So they sliced his throat with the box knife they brought...

H: Which means that somebody still should have the murder weapon!

H: They hid in toilet before police came...

H: So it's somebody of you, people!

S: Well, will you let us check your belongings?

S: We'll start from your shinai bag!

TN: Bamboo sword for kendo, but well shinai bag is less letters, ya know :D

N: Y-yeah...

S: But why do you need shinai bag in the restroom?

N: As those boys...

N: I have a competition tomorrow...

N: So I wanted to train a little after visiting the restroom...

S: So?

F: It had two bamboo kendo swords, but no box knife inside...

F: Ah, but this was found at the bag for tsuba*...

F: Which was at top of shinai bag...

TN: Roundy thingie people put on their sword.

F: This is kind of interesting...

S: Ink?

S: Why do you need this?

N: Well... I'm a referee, so I have a spare one...

N: Once we run out of ink, and I had to run to the shop...

N: This tournament uses classic handle...

N: So at the ranking table we use ink to cross out the names of lost players...

R: Let's see...

R: Hattori-kun's semifinal opponent is...

R: Found! This Namakoshu Kurahiko guy!

M: Oi, Namakoshi, if your leg is cramped, you should not participate...

N: I-It's fine... If I will win two more matches, I will become a champion...

R: Eh?

M: But next is Hattori from Kaihou academy, right?

N: Y-yeah...

M2: But you couldn't beat him even once...

R: L-looks like he's going to the finals...

R: Hm-m, let's see...

R: Okita-kun's opponent is...

R: Aha! He represents Tokyo...

R: ..Wait, what? This guy...

R: Has a name of somebody really strong...

A: I-It's okay to search!

A: My daypack doesn't have a box cutter!!

S: So?

F: The only thing that could be a weapon...

F: Are those small scissors from a sewing set...

S: It'll be hard to cut a person's neck with those...

S: But will you check for the blood reaction, just in case?

F: Ok...

C: Ah-le-le?

C: This chocolate is melting...

H: Rly...

H: Only those near the eage are melting hard...

A: T-those chocolates were in my jacket's inside pocket...

A: They probably got melted because of body temperature...

K: Y-ya can't find Heiji?!

K: Rly?!

M: Yeah... he said he's goin' ta practise and...

M2: We called him, but he doesn't answer...

K: What r ya doing, Heiji? The match will start in 20 minutes!

R: Er-r... Okita-kun's opponent...

R: Is from Tokyo high school...

On: My bad...

R: Ouch...

R: This name...

R: He's Okita-kun's opponent!

On: Are you ok?

R: Ah... Yes...

M: Onimaru-kun! Is it true that you won't participate in the finals?

On: Yeah...

R: Eh? He refused?

On: I've got some urgent matter so that I have to return home sooner...

M: What matter?

On: Tokyo governor...

On: Told that he wanted to grant me the title of an honorary citizen... I'm going home now...

M: O-o! I thought it could only be an elderly person, but that's possible with you, who became a double champion of the whole Japan in such age!

On: Well, with my unexperience... I don't think I'm worthy of that title, so I'm going home to refuse it...

M: What a waste...

On: I will be there in semifinals, don't worry... There's somebody I wanted to clash swords with once...

R: Double champion of whole Japan means that he's the strongest swordsman?..

R: And if that person won't appear in finals even if he will win semifinals, that means...

R: If Hattori-kun will appear...

R: He'll become a champion?!

K: Ah... a message from Ran-chan...

[Congrats <3]

K: ... But Heiji didn't win yet?

M: Iori... What about it?

I: Just as we expected...

M: Then let's watch how my future husband...

M: Will receive the first place prize?

T: I-I had nothing with me...

T: I only have smartphone, wallet, apartment keys, cigarettes and lighter!

S: Looks like you really like taking pictures...

Y: W-well, yeah...

S: But this month is almost over...

S: And you didn't take anything...

S: Previous month, and a month before...

S: You took almost 200 of them...

T: T-that's for me to decide, right?

S: Ah, phone. Can I answer?

S: Hello-hello...

[Hm? Isn't it Tsuneyuki's phone? Ah, maybe you're the one Tsuneyuki found earlier...]

[The one that likes cutters?]

S: Cutter?..

T: T-the yacht! Those big ones!

T: Recently I got into them...

T: And I promised to a friend to take them for a ride...

T: N-not a weapon cutter! This jii-san heard 'box cutter', right?!

TN: Actually it is 'katta-naifu/cutter knife' and at this very moment I'm regretting my decision to take most popular translation of 'box cutter'. But thanks god I didn't name it utility knife.

Y: No...

Y: He said only 'cutter'...

T: Oi-oi...

H: Just 'cutter'?

S: But after all none of them had a box cutter in their possession...

Ta: It wasn't in victim's bag either?

F: Yeah... He only had a wallet, a smartphone, a towel, a magazine and...

F: An empty powdered stomach medicine...

F: And a box that had them in...

N: Nukitani-san did say about stomach ulcer...

F: Looks like some leftovers of this medicine are left around his mouth...

F: Probably his throat was cut right after he took stomach medicine...

C: Eh?

S: But we couldn't find the box cutter...

T: Did you hear any strange sounds inside the restroom? Like, a sound of the box cutter's cutting edge breaking ...

A: Speaking of sound... I heard the repeating sound of something falling outside the restroom...

N: Yeah... that's probably the sound of the armor being thrown away through the restroom's window...

T: I-I heard it too!

T: A-and after that I heard the rasping sound...

N: I also heard it...

A: M-me too!!

S: Well, anyway...

S: The victim held a rank in kendo, but...

S: His throat was sliced with one stroke...

S: The most suspicious one is Norimura-san, who also held a rank...

N: B-but...

O: Nope... he's not the only one...

O: If they appeared before him in such state, he could've thought that's just a high scholar from the tournament...

O: And lower his guard, right?

H: O-Okita?!

H: What the HELL are you doing?!

H: That's an important evidence!!

O: I just got curious...

O: Look, the blood reached even until tare...

O: But it's on on the hakama?

O: Though at the back of hakama there's blood!

O: Don't ya think it's strange?

H: Rly...

O: And I thought that I've seen this ossan somewhere...

O: He's the sub-referee from the quarterfinal!

C: Really?

O: Yeah! One guy was sent flying with my tsuki blow and he a nosebleed...

H: Nosebleed?

(Hanaji)

Y: I also remembered...

Y: The man with a hoarse voice who said 'bring me the spare cutter...'

H: Also spoke kansaiben, just like you...

C: I see...

H: What?!

H: Oi! The victim's wife said she's on her way over here...

H: Because she's bringing some spare clothes?!

F: Y-yeah, sounds like it...

C: So what about those spare clothes?

H: Sorry, Kudo.... this case...

H: Is mine!!

[Only Heiji managed to discover the truth?! Next issue, a stormy ending chapter!!]

Actually... Not only Heiji managed to discover the truth. I discovered it too. So if you want to read my theory, continue reading, if not - RUN LIKE YOU NEVER RAN BEFORE.

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You still here? Good. Listen.

The line in Japanese sounds like ‘katta ga chi de kirehen kara, kawari wo mottekoi’. 

Old man thought that he said katta as shortened version of katta naifu, which means box cutter.

But actually the hint with cutter yacht told us, that the cutter can be something different. Why the old man thought of the knife? Because he doesn’t know any cutters and you can use ‘kiru’ with. Kiru means ‘to cut’... So, obviously, when you hear ‘cutter’ and ‘cut’ at the same sentence, you think that obviously he’s speaking about a cutter knife.

But, you know, kiru also has another meaning. Which is ‘to wear’.

Victim’s wife is bringing him spare clothes.

Victim had a nosebleed.

And, finally, cutter in kansaiben means ‘cutter shirt’! Or sports shirt with long sleeves.

And the mystery is clear as day:

‘katta ga chi de kirehen kara, kawari wo mottekoi’

Because of the blood, I can’t wear my cutter shirt, so bring me another one.

And the call was to his wife.

So there’s no box cutter/cutter knife whatsoever, the victim has a nosebleed because Okita is a strong idiot, stained his shirt with blood and asked his wife to bring spare clothes.

Case Closed!