#sorry for the repost it posted too soon in my queue

[nostalgicbones]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY 🩷

this year’s digitally collaged valentines! this is such a treat i look forward to each year, this being the fourth time i’ve done it i’m quite proud of how they turned out. if you want to see my past valentines, check them out here.

as always a huge thank you to @oceantoyz, @stick-by-me, @whizpurr, @flamingoinkart, @transparentstickers, @beary-good-finds, @oh-bother-stickers & @goobersplat for compiling the stickers i use in these!

[corrodedcoffincumslut]

Be My Druidess - Eddie Munson X Fem-reader

AU 90’s Eddie & Fem- Reader (mostly referred to affectionately as Kitten, no use of Y/N). Eddie takes girlfriend (reader) go to watch your favourite band, Type O Negative in concert. You get too excited and do something impulsive, it drives Eddie crazy with jealousy causing him to get very possessive, needing to show everyone you're his girl.

Warnings- SMUT - Over 18’s ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! M-F (P in V) unprotected, cream pie, fingering, Squirting, Dom! Eddie & Sub! Reader, Mean! Eddie, Possessive! Eddie, Jealous! Eddie, (slight) Degrading, (slight) Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Public Exposure, Public sex, Choking, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of reader being Bratty, Drug & Alcohol use Eddie & Reader (Weed & Beer). Reader has nipple piercings. Eddie has a PA piercing.

Word count- 3.8K

Authors Note-Sorry this took so long to write and post after I hinted it all those months ago. Life got crazy like it does sometimes so apologies. Also I met our man JQ and it spurred me on to finish it at 2:30am the day after I met him.

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Eddie had got you tickets to your favourite band tour for your birthday, Type O Negative. The dark grunge, gothic, sexual undertones igniting a fire in you as soon as you heard the sultry tones of Peter Steele's deep, gravely voice. Only encouraged by how attracted you were to him. Hugely tall stature, gloomy outlook, long black silken hair, muscular frame and known openly for his eagerness to please the women he chose to pleasure, to serve. Topped off with the rumours of his huge cock, you were completely sold. You begged Eddie to get you both tickets for months, and he’d surprised you, a week before the gig. Stubs now in his hands, after driving to the city after a long shift at the garage on the release date to queue in the rain, all to surprise you. To see your pretty ruby lips fall open in awe, he could see the hearts appear in your eyes already.

Excited, you dressed to impress. Numerous guys keep staring at you in your skimpy outfit. Eddie is more than proud to show you off as his girl. At the end of the day you’re a hot goth/alt chick and it made the guys drool. You wore your best band shirt, cut up to show more cleavage than should be legally allowed in public, a pvc skater skirt and your new demonic platforms, torn fishnet stockings held up by a black suspender belt.

Eddie knows you’re crushing hard on the lead singer and can tell you're getting horny and turned on, fidgeting as they’re run onto the stage. Eddie lifts you into his broad, strong shoulders for a better view when they play the intro to your favourite song, “Be my Druidess”. As the drum beat kicks in, Eddie starts to bounce up and down causing a criminally delicious friction across the crotch of your thong. The back of Eddie’s neck bumping your clit on every bounce to the beat.

Your thighs start to clench and Eddie notices, your pussy throbbing, he can probably feel your pounding heartbeat through your core down his spine. His hands grip your shins as you feel your sweetness seep through the thin fabric of your panties onto his neck. Hands tight, fingers clasping his hair, his skull to keep you grounded.

Peter Steele notices you and points you out in the crowd, the eye contact alone causing you to fall over the edge into euphoric bliss. Feeling high, impulsive and incredibly horny, all amplified by sharing a few joints with Eddie on the ride to the venue. You flash your bare chest to the stage (after deciding on going braless earlier, something Eddie loved). Showing everyone your perfect supple tits, shiney metal bars catching the stage lights, glistening in the darkness like stars. The erotic image of your bare chest and nipple piercings projected on the massive screens on either the side of the stage for all to see. The band loves it. Peter loves it more. The crowd loves it even more, a hurricane of cheers roars up from the audience. Eddie hates it.

Your cheeks flush red with a blush, caught up in the scandal, all eyes in the room falling on you. The man beneath you is furious. Jealous twists in his stomach, ripping through him uncontrollably sweeping his mind into frenzy. He squeezes your shins in a claw-like grip, fuelled by the envy of everyone’s eyes on you. Admiring the curves of your womanly shape, his Venus incarnate. Aphrodite in the flesh. To him you were his goddess. Your exquisite body was his to worship only! The soft slopes of your breast, the ample curves of your hips that were now on show to the world, or what felt like the world crammed into the tiny venue. What started out as a playful tease quickly became his own personal hell. Hazy headed and caught up in the moment with your inhibitions low, but the repercussions of your actions had become a harrowing punishment you were going to find out. He ripped you down from his shoulders and back on your feet, landing to look him square in the face. His usually soft chocolate brown eyes, swallowed by huge ebony irises, full of anger. The green-eyed monster inside shining through the deep black.

“They can look, but they can’t touch Baby… I’m only yours” you muttered with a kiss to his chapped bitten lips, trying to save yourself from the consequences of your earlier actions. No softness was returned, the same stare locked on your eyes. A sick deprived thought pops into his mind.

“Princess” he growled in your face. Your eyes locked in fear. “You’re right, you are MINE. And you belong to ME. And I think I need to remind you of this. So you’re gonna watch this shitty band you love so much and you’re gonna cum on my fingers while they watch… While they ALL watch” Eddie whispers in your ear, lips and teeth biting the shell. You stand there frozen, unable to move. Slack jawed, eyes wide with fear, your core getting slicker with every word Eddie huffs out. You’d never seen this side of Eddie before, sure he’d gotten moody at a bar if some guy got a little too close for comfort. But a few choice words, mostly consisting ending with a “fuck off” and a swift middle finger in their direction. Then once they’d left he was golden, but this was different. A possessive darkness had overcome him and you couldn’t help but love how it made you feel. Wanted. Owned. HIS.

Eddie’s deft hands turn you back to face the stage, your back pushed flush to his lean chest. Eddie’s left hand holds your chin, forcing your face forward in shame, directly at the object of your desire. His right hand snakes down your chest over your soft stomach, drawing linguine patterns across your goose pimpled skin, before dripping down over your barely clothed soaked cunt. “Actually, bad girls get punished. Maybe I won’t let you cum at all, maybe I’ll edge you till you beg. Beg for MY cock to put you out of your pathetic misery. All whiny…needy. ‘Till you cry those big crocodile tears cause your little cunt aches, ‘cause you know I’m the ONLY one who can make you CUM. Make YOU feel that GOOD. Fucked out and cockdrunk. ALL. FOR. ME. YOUR Daddy”. Heat pools in your sopping cunt, thighs sticky from your sweet nectar, leaking through your tiny thong.

Calloused fingers run agonising circles over your swollen bud through the thin fabric of your thong for what feels like an eternity. Before pushing the flimsy material aside to meet your drenched pussy. Sliding his fingers through your folds a few times spreading your slick from your entrance up to your pulsing clit. Dipping his middle finger in your dripping entrance, he groaned in pleasure at just how wet you were, Your soft gummy walls sucking him in. Stretching your hole he pushed a second finger in and began thrusting them in and out, caressing that special spot only he could reach.

Gasps fell from your open mouth, lost in the crowd of screams and bass filling the venue. Your eyes screwed shut with every pass of Eddie’s nimble fingers surging you towards your ultimate high. Feeling your pussy walls starting to clench and contract as you approached nirvana. Moments from release, Eddie’s touch left you completely. Edging you just he promised.

Your eyes shoot open as you lose your euphoria, eyes landing back on the stage. “Please, Eddie.I wanna cum so bad” you whine.

“I told you, Kitten. Only good girls get to cum. And you’ve been far from good.” Eddie smirked in your ear. Sliding his finger back into your soaked folds, back up to your tingling bundle of nerves. Again feverish chills ran through your body, as Eddie mercilessly rubbed tight circles over your throbbing clit with his thumb and his thick fingers fucked up into your tight hole.

Tears welled in your glassy eyes as the bolts of lightning pleasure shot through you,whimpering trying your hardest to obey. Your hearing started to faze out as your only focus was to hold back your orgasm from overtaking you. Your body started to twitch as the feeling became too much. Your abused cunt spasming around Eddie’s cruel rapid thrusts. Gasping for air, your vision started to white out. Unable to hold back any longer you flung your head back into the crook of Eddie’s shoulder as cum gushed out your pulsating cunt. Incoherent apologies fell from your mouth as your cum ran down your thighs. “Mmmmm… Sssorry, I’m…Mmmm…Sorry, Daddy… Mmmm…couldn’t hold it any longer. It’s too gggooooddd” your moans gasped out. Breathless you panted, fucked out in the middle of the crowd. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, standing shamefully in a puddle of your own nectar. Eddie cruelly laughed into your ear.

“Told you weren’t allowed to cum, Kitten. You’ve made such a mess on yourself and Daddy’s fingers'' Eddie teased, the prominent hard bulge digging into your ass and he curled himself around your slight frame. Removing his hand from your mound, he brought them up to your mouth. “SUCK”. It was a simple instruction and you immediately obeyed, not wanting to annoy Eddie further. Eddie pushed his fingers far into your wet mouth, your tongue wrapping around the thick probes. “Mmmm.. thank you Daddy” you whimpered. “Tastes so sweet”. “Yeah, you do Kitten, give Daddy a taste” Your hand instantly slipped downward and into the front of your drenched panties.

Swirling your nibble fingers around your wet folds collecting your slick. Once sufficiently soaked in your juices, you drew them to Eddie's waiting lips. Pushing them through the threshold onto his pierced tongue. Feeling the metal bar under your fingertips, reminding you of the sinful memories of it pressed on your core, causing another shudder down your spine. “Mmmmm Princess, you are especially sweet tonight. Is this ‘cause Daddy’s being mean to his Kitten?” Eddie cooed, licking and sucking the cum from your fingers. You nodded in response, mouth agape with lust, eyes lost in Eddie’s blown out obsidian pupils.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled towards the back of the venue, fighting against the waves of people surging towards the stage. Hand gripped tight in his, interlocking fingers forcing you along. Landing at the back corner of the venue, Eddie forcefully pushed you against the wall. “Need you Kitten. NEED you NOW” Eddie growled through gritted teeth. Hiking you up and onto his thighs, your legs naturally wrapped around his waist, ankles locking, your pressed back supported against the rough of the stone wall.

Impatiently he unbuckled his belt, the metal clanking being drowned out by the bass reverting off the walls. Popping the button of his dark jeans and pulling his zipper down, exposing the very angry tent in the front of his charcoal grey boxers. A wet stain of pre-cum teasing what was waiting inside. Looking down where your bodies met, you bit your lip in anticipation as Eddie freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. “Sooo pretty Eddie” your open mouth moaned, biting your lip, almost drooling at the sight. Eddie was BIG. And THICK. At least eight inches of a beautiful pale porcelain pink, ridged with a prominent vein running on the side, the head a deliciously mauve colour. The slit dribbling with precum adorned with a ring through the end. Your favourite piercing of his for sure, his PA. Licking your lips, you reach down between your bodies to grip Eddie’s cock. A harsh slap handed on your hand batting you away from the object of your desires. “No. You don’t get to play. To decide. This is for me, cause you’re MINE. And you need putting in your fucking place. Silly Kitten forgetting who she BELONGS too.”

Pushing your thong to the side Eddie rutted ruthlessly into your tight wet cunt. Giving you no time to adjust. The action stole the breath from your chest. Stunned you took what Eddie gave you. Hard thrusts from his sharp hips into the plush fat of your thighs setting a relentless pace. Every stab with his cock, took more air from your lungs. Your head started to drown in pleasure. Overwhelmed senses, your skin felt on fire, ears ringing from the deep bass, vision blacking out with every pass of Eddie’s hard cock against the spongy spot inside. The metal ring gliding furiously against your g-spot. Quivering in Eddie’s arms, your thoughts consumed by him. Only him. He was the sun to your moon, heaven to your hell, devil to your angel. And you were HIS. Your love is an engulfing black hole. He’d sucked you inside with no escape. And you were perfectly okay with your fate.

Dragging you back into reality, Eddie’s calloused fingers wrapped around your throat, light pressure squeezed at the sides. Your breath hitched in your throat as the blood restricted under Eddie’s fingers. Your eyes closed as you succumbed to the ethereal bliss. Dizzy and lightheaded the fire inside your cunt burned even hotter. White hot sparks fizzing inside. Pushing you ever close to the edge.

Incoherent words between throaty gasps and moans poured from your lips, Eddie’s eyes fixed down where you met as you fell apart above. You buried your head in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Swallowing his the smell- tobacco, leather and spice cologne, an underlying hint of weed mixed with his apple shampoo that lingered in his hair and the most enthralling of all, Eddie’s natural musk, his sweat. You licked a stripe up the column of Eddie’s neck, lost in the subspace you’d fallen into. Eddie groaned in satisfaction. “Yours Eddie. I’m YOURS Eddie” you mumbled back into his solid, thick neck.

“Yeah, that’s right Kitten. You’re mine and you make me feel so good. Do you feel good? Is Daddy making you feel good?” Eddie breathlessly panted back. “Mmmm yes Daddy, feels so good. Daddy always makes me feel so good, always takes care of me.” you moaned back between breaths.

“Always Kitten” Eddie’s gaze softened slightly, his usual loving self crawling back through the darkness that had clouded his mind. That award winning smile creeping back onto his lips. The curtain of Eddie’s hair that shut out the world fell forward as your lips locked in passion. Messy and chaotic, teeth bashing, misjudged lip alignment, tongues battling for dominance. Burying each other's groans and breaths. Your hands clawed at Eddie’s sturdy shoulders and thick neck, begging for contact, gripping tight with a need to be even closer.

The coil in your stomach, still tightening evermore. Fanning the flames that licked your insides, burning hot lighting the fuses of the fireworks held in your core. All the time Eddie’s thrusts never faulted, determined on hunting both of your pleasure. Engulfing passion overcoming your bodies, as the only things that existed in this moment were you two. Ignoring the noise of the crowd, the heat of the venue, and the very compromising position you were in. Gasping for air, Eddie broke your intense kiss. “I’m close Kitten, need you to cum again for me. Need you to soak my cock. Claim what’s YOURS. Show everyone here I’M YOURS and YOU'RE MINE.” Eddie’s words whipped you back to this realm. Your toes curled in your boots, as Eddie’s fingers found your swollen bud once again. “Hmmm Eddie, make me cum, wanna cum again for you Daddy, wanna soak your pretty cock” you nodded back, glassy eyes like pearls. Eddie’s finger worked tirelessly rubbing hard figures of eight on your clit, using your own release to slicken the friction.

Edging you closer and closer to the edge, your heart pounded in your chest, your hearing dulled from the sound thumping inside, as the squelch between you two intensified. “Mmmmm…Gonna…cum Ed’s” you hummed, which was all the warning you could give as you began to plummet into the depths of your orgasm. The flames licked higher inside your stomach, consuming your body and soul. As you cried hot tears spilling out your eyes, down your damp cheeks, knocking your head back onto the wall behind in ecstasy. If it wasn’t for the blinding pleasure consuming you, you would have been concerned of how hard your head hit the wall behind, fearing a concussion. But in this moment only one thing mattered, Eddie Munson.

Cum gushed from your abused cunt, squirting down, soaking Eddie’s strong hairy thighs. The intensity of your orgasm wetting Eddie’s boxers and jeans impatiently sitting on his mid-thigh, ruched up under your ass. Your back arched against the roughness of the wall behind you, scratching the smooth skin, snagging the threads of your shirt. Your hands shot to Eddie’s messy curls, tugging at the root, grounding you once again, as you felt yourself float away in ultimate pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it Kitten” Eddie ecstatically cooed. “Look at you…so precious, making a mess of me. So sloppy, claiming my cock as yours”.

“Mmm…Eddie, All for you. Love you Daddy” you whimpered. Tears still falling from your wet doe eyes.

Eddie’s punching hips started to waver, as he started creeping closer to his own release. Chasing the feeling, his thrust began erratic and harder, sinking deeper into your slippy, warm, wet cunt. After a few more earth shattering thrusts Eddie groaned, “Gonna cum inside Kitten, Breed this pretty pussy. Gonna ruin you for every other man. Fuck your were made for me. Leave you with my cum dripping out this perfect pussy. Fuck a baby in you. Make you mine forever. Would you like that Kitten, make your belly all swollen with my baby. You’ll look so beautiful carrying our baby. My beautiful baby momma, wanna make you my wifey. Start raising the next generation of mini Munson’s. Fuck baby, I love you so much.”

Lost in his own pleasure his inner secret desires flooding out. And with that image cemented in his brain, Eddie came hard. His hot creamy white seed, coating your podgy warm walls. Eddie kept fucking your quivering pussy, with each thrust contracting, milking his cock until it became too sensitive for Eddie to stand. Pulling his softening cock out of your abused hole, his cum dribbling out as he’d described.

Eddie lowered you to your feet, pushing your panties back over your dipping pussy, trapping his cum inside, pooling in the small cotton gusset. “Gonna keep that inside for me Kitten, if you’re good maybe I’ll fuck another load inside you when we get home.” Standing you on shaking legs, he supported you until you could confidently stand yourself. Stuffing himself back inside his drench boxers and fastening his uncomfortably damp jeans. “Jesus Christ Kitten, what was that flood? Like a fucking tsunami on my jeans” he chuckled, eyes meeting yours. Your cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry Ed’s” you squeaked face heated with humiliation. “I didn’t mean to make such a mess… I don’t know what… how… it happened”. Your timid voice squeaked, embarrassed for the soaked wet mess staining Eddie’s dark jean clad thighs.

“T’is okay Kitten, it’s more than okay! That was fucking hot!.. You’re so fucking hot sweetheart!.. I love you so much, Kitten” Eddie gushed,punctuated with hasty kisses. You both still pressed to the safe haven of the wall. “I love you too Eddie, sorry I made you angry” your voice dropping quieter on every word, shame filling your flushed face, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of Eddie’s anger earlier directed at you. As much as it excited you, it also terrified you.

“Hey, hey Kitten” Eddie’s hands grasped your cheeks. Large palms swallowing the sides of your face. “No, I’m sorry. I should of never done that to you. I just got so consumed by the thoughts of all these people seeing you, but I know it’s your body and your choice what you do with it. I’m just so glad it’s me you decide to share it with. I guess this shit music, kinda made me feral too. I think get why you’re always trying to blast it out in the van!” A wicked smile creeping over Eddie’s lips. “How about I grab us some beers and we finish watching the gig. They’ve still gotta play “Love you to death” and I know you know the subtext behind that song, then after I guess we can act that out back home…that is if you can stand?” A quirked eyebrow and another giggle rippled through his chest, a soft kiss landing in your lips.

“Make it two beers each and you’ve got yourself a deal, Munson” you counted. “But remember, they can look but they can’t touch, baby. That’s only for you Daddy, I’m yours and your mine. Don’t ever forget it”. Your finger bopped his nose playfully, lips meeting again.

Spinning on his heels, Eddie practically ran to the bar, wallet in hand, leaving you smiling to yourself. The memory of your beautiful goofball boyfriend, his devilishly handsome face, he was your everything. Him making his pussy drunk confession of his inner desires to make you his forever. This was definitely a gig you’d never forget, and for all the right reasons.

Eddie returned to you moments later, beers in hand as promised. “Come on Kitten, let’s get you back to the front, before I fuck you raw against that wall again. ‘Cause I don’t know if these jeans or your panties can take another soaking like that. God you’re so beautiful, I never want to be apart from you. My Druidess, you’ve definitely cast me under your wicked spell… not that I’m complaining. I’ll serve you for as long as you'll have me, Sweetheart”. Eddie's eyes boring into yours full of want and adoration, a love in which you thrived in.

“You better be joking Kitten, I told you I wanted you to keep my cum inside, that’s gonna be pretty hard to do then when it’s dripping down your legs. And I don’t think you want to disobey me again…so I’d say if those panties are being thrown anywhere tonight, it better be over my rear view mirror with the last pair, from when you bratted out and tried to defy me… I may be under your spell, Princess, but I’m still your Daddy. And what Daddy says goes, or have you forgotten that and need reminding again?” Eddie’s warning whispered in your ear, his hot breath pricking up the tiny hairs on your neck, his hand now clamped back between your legs over your barely clothed, soaked, raw cunt. Your spine jolted you back upright, shook.

“No Daddy” was your only response.

“Good girl”

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good morning besties!! this is my biannual ~sorry if you've ever replied to one of my posts with something that would typically warrant a response, i wasn't ignoring you on purpose but just genuinely didn't see the notifs and by the time i saw them it was like 2 months later which would make replying kinda weird~ post

i hope january is treating you all well so far and that if you're in the northern hemisphere, the winter blues aren't too blue

i haven't been taking photos lately (was too busy and now too it's too cold for me to want to leave my home) so my queue will probably run out soon if it hasn't already

i might repost old reedits if i feel like up to it but not sure yet as i haven't been spending a lot of time online lately and it's kinda nice

anyway that's it idk why i'm even making this lol

byeeeeee <3

[donaidk]

George Russell - We Don’t Have To Dance I.

In January I made a half ready au for something really outside Formula racing. Back then I was watching quite a bit of rally races before starting the F1 season off. Now I rewrote it as a George oneshot - which won’t stay a ONEshot - and finished it up. Sadly, this won’t be dripping from fluff just yet. Maybe there’s a chance for a happy end, but I didn’t decide on it yet 😂 Hope everyone will like it 🧡 (I accidentally deleted the previous post, so I’m just reposting it now again🤦‍♀️)

TW: car crash, injuries (not explicit but still, be careful) Title song is by Andy Black

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" Welcome, everyone. Today will be quite a busy lobby as we have lots of people playing with us today. " He started his usual intro by describing what they will be doing. People were still arriving, but they had time until the first game would start.

Luckily streams like these were only chaotic in a funny way, making everything hilarious and ten times better. Just as the first notifications started coming in, he had to make sure the race's stream was still visible next to the other page. Then he could finally look at the incoming messages while they were waiting for the others to get ready. The first question made George realise he missed out important info from his intro.

" Hana isn't playing with us today. I almost forgot to tell you guys. I'm sorry in advance, but I will be quite distracted today. She is racing today, and the stream is open on my other screen. " He let out a laugh, already anticipating all the emojis and dripping comments about him and Johanna. " I usually put my off-days around her racing days, but it's a tournament, and I would have missed the whole week if I followed my usual plan for days like this. " He added, so they understood why today is like this. He had just a few streaming days planned every week during their off season, which always collided with Hana’s rally season, but luckily he could always play around with the schedule.

He hated not fully being there for his viewers, but at the same time, he wanted to support his girlfriend even when he couldn't travel there with her. Sometimes he could travel with her during his off-season but usually his training held George back, as he couldn’t miss them. It was the second-best way to get all the info of her racing in just seconds after the real events. Sadly the stream wasn't just about her, but as someone with a known name in the group, fortunately, they were showing her car quite frequently. By the time they went live, she already started and was on the first third of the track, completing that part in the perfect time, as she usually does. For a second, he just stared at the other screen as they were showing their inside cam but then had to focus back as they were starting the round in their game.

Luckily he manages the multitasking, mostly focusing on their game and trying to win, while catching every second they were showing Hana's car or maybe talking about her and how they're doing. He maybe lost a round because of an announcement about her time, but one game won't kill anyone, will it? In the first break, he retweeted a clip that was shared of her speeding down a straight, making him feel proud inside as they were saying no one has a chance against her. It always felt unreal how good she was in her category and how well they always talked about her. It was something that made him feel strangely proud, even though he had nothing to do with her skills. Everything she achieved was hers and no one else's, no matter what the haters would say. Her formula racing career may have ended early, but George was quite sure that she felt a lot more comfortable in the world of rally. After the first few bumps in the road, Hana found her place and style, getting her car onto the top half of the leaderboard every race.

The moment they start another round is when he hears the panicked voices in his headset, although lower than anything else. As soon as he looks at the stream, he sees the playback of a light blue car slipping on the road and flipping up in the air before hitting the ground with full force and starting to flip through the field until it finally comes to a stop as it hits a tree with Hana's door, the car staying on its roof. He waits for a second, hoping they will play the inside cam but as they don't include it, he knows there's probably a lot more to the crash than just a broken car. There are unmissable flames on the underside, but they switch to another driver just before he can see the marshalls getting to them and probably trying to get the team out before the fire consumes the frame of the vehicle and everything else inside of it.

" Fuck... " He doesn't even care about his own stream anymore, getting up and closing everything. As soon as the computer starts shutting off, he shoots out of the room. His phone in his hand already as there is an incoming call from Martha, his girlfriend's mother. " I just saw it, what's going on? " He spoke rushed, wanting to know everything that was said to them.

" They won't show anything, but the boss said they got them out just before it went up in flames. She was conscious but fainted as they took them to the ambulance. " Hana's mother was most likely in a full-fledged panic attack, and George could hear that they were packing in the background.

" I will get a ticket as soon as possible. I don't know when I'm getting there. " George sighed while pulling out a duffle bag to fill it with clothes for several days if needed. He didn't know how dangerous her condition was, and how many days they were spending there.

" It's okay. I will send you all the info when we get it finally. They will probably take them to the hospital. I just don't know which one, yet. Fucking hell. " It was the first time George ever heard her curse, but he didn't have the time to be surprised about it. More like it made him even more panicked as he knew the situation is probably worse than he anticipated.

He couldn't even push the phone into his pocket before another call came in from Alex. He knew they were probably puzzled about his disappearance, but he wanted to finish packing before talking to them. When he was in a taxi finally, on the way to the airport, he pulled it out of his jacket and dialled Alex's number.

" Hey, sorry for not answering. I just had to rush out of the house to the airport. Hana had a horrific crash. " He sighed, feeling as his body finally realised what's happening and started to stiffen up from the stress.

" Jesus Christ. Right. Just go, stay safe. I just wanted to ask if everything is okay, but fuck, didn't think it was this bad. " Alex mumbled out, and all the sounds were audible from the background as the others probably heard George's answer.

" She did a pretty high flip. They said she fainted just as they got to safety, so at least she's still alive. I don't think I would be if I have been the one inside. Man, I don't know what will happen. " The sentence was cut off by a choking sound as his throat tightened up at the idea of anything happening to Johanna.

" Hey, George. You know her. You know how fucking tough she is. Today's event won't be the one that stops her. Not even if she's injured. Don't even think about that as a possibility, because it isn't one. " He tried to reassure his friend, although he felt that it was almost useless. Without any real info about her condition, it's all up in the air and unstable. " The most important thing right now is for you to get there in one piece. You won't be of help if you fall apart. Her parents need you there. " He added with a sigh before saying goodbye and putting down the call so George can make the important ones towards Hana's friends and colleagues. It isn't easy but has to be done, as he knows her parents will be on their way to the hospital to be next to her, and won't be able to call everyone.

When he got to the airport, there was a ticket there already, waiting for him to pick up. It was a surprise, but a lovely one, as it saved him some time and stress before getting on the plane and starting his journey to Germany. He was sure he would have missed the first available flight if he had to buy it himself, but Hana's manager had the authority to get it for him in time. He made a note in his head to thank him for it when they met, as it wasn't something he had to do but decided to help George with it. As he had time on his hands, he tried to relax, although all the images in his head didn't let him sleep or anything. It was strange to see everyone so nonchalant about life while he was fearing for someone so much he was on the verge of throwing up the whole time. But he knew they were not horrible people, just that they didn't know what happened. They didn't have to know about everyone else's pain and life events. It was strange but completely normal.

As he knew he wouldn't be able to rest, he opened up his phone and went onto Twitter to see the news. Although there was nothing new on the tournament's page, Hana's team shared that she's on the way to hospital with injuries but nothing life threatening. It should have made him calm down, but as he thought how many small things can turn into huge problems, it didn't help. There were people, probably viewers and subscribers tweeting at him, sharing photos and thoughts with him, hoping Johanna is okay and healthy even though it was a nasty crash. The pictures of the wreck the car became, made all the good news unbelievable as he just couldn't understand how someone could get out of it without any injuries. He knew that her team wouldn't be lying and that they would have called him if there's anything he needs to know, but it was just all too much for his brain. He thought about putting out a tweet so everyone knew what was happening, but decided against it. Everyone knew already as they probably followed Hana's racing account and her team's one. He didn't need to put out everything and he didn't really feel like receiving even more messages than he already did. He knew they just wanted to let him know they were thinking about them, it wasn't good to see all of this 24/7. It was enough that he knew what was happening, he didn't need others to remind him every minute of the coming days.

' She's in theatre now, fractured leg and two broken ribs. They said she will need some days under anaesthesia to fully heal without the stress of the pain she will feel as soon as she wakes up. If everything goes as it should she will be out in an hour or so. We will get you a hotel room by the time you arrive, as our house is hours away from the hospital and I think we all want to be closer now. I'll send you the address of the hospital in a second. ' Came the awaited text from Martha, making him sigh out and save the address as soon as he got it, so he won't forget where he has to go after he arrives in the country. He remembered to send a message to the group, as they were people who deserved to know all the info. They were great friends of Hana and were probably pretty nervous about her state. They deserved to know.

It took him almost 20 hours to finally arrive and be able to get his baggage back. He first went to the hotel so he can put his stuff down before meeting up with Johanna's parents, so they can go to the hospital together. They had two rooms next to each other, so as soon as he had a shower and changed into fresh clothes, he went outside and knocked on their door.

" Hello! Are you okay? " He asked when the door opened, and he could see the worry on Martha's face.

" As much as you can be after something like this. " Martha let out a sigh, hugging George as he stepped closer. " They just called that she responded quite well to the medication. Her operated leg looks good too, although it was quite hard to fix in the surgeon's opinion. " She let go of him so they could leave for the hospital and finally really talk with the doctors that were part of the team caring for her.

" Is Andrew there already? " George asked while Michael locked up their door so they could head to the elevator.

" Yes. Theo wasn’t in need of medical care. Right after he was checked out by the doctor, they let him home. He and Andrew stayed. They wanted her to have someone while we were travelling here. " She nodded, pushing the first button inside, as it would take them down to the reception. " We got our car, so we won't have to call a taxi all the time. " She added, pulling out the keys from her purse, giving them to George as he was deemed the most put together to drive among the three of them.

" He was quite lucky if he's uninjured. " He let out a huff of air, feeling strange that while Hana was hurt, her co-driver walked away perfectly fine and without a scratch. Life took strange turns sometimes.

" Most of the damage was on Johanna's side. He's got a sore neck and back, but that's all. " She sighed, not saying more. She was probably blaming the navigator for her daughter's pain. In a situation like this no one could fault her for wanting someone to take the blame.

As they got down to the garage George opened up the car, and they all got inside. It was a 10 minutes long drive to the hospital and another 5 to find a parking spot not too far away from the entrance. Inside a nurse helped them find her room, but had to leave before they could ask any questions. She probably wouldn't have been able to answer them anyway, as she wasn't on her case. Although, looking at her and the huge cast on her leg answered most of their questions. She was asleep, as she was under anaesthesia to reduce the stress the pain would give her. At this point, George just hoped there wouldn't be any problems when they woke her up finally. They all knew that everything could change in 2-3 days, even though it looked perfect at the moment. Sitting down in the armchair he took out his phone to quickly text everyone, that they're finally at the hospital and in the room. He wanted to tell them more but could only type out that she looks okay, even though she was quite injured. Somehow the peace on her face made him calm down, even though he knew it was only from the drugs they gave her. It was nothing in connection with her being completely okay and perfectly healthy.

“ Family of Miss Braun, right? ” The german words made George turn towards the door, spotting a doctor who was the one taking care of Hana. Although his German wasn’t even close to perfect, he understood the question and nodded in synch with her parents. The following explanation of Johanna’s state was a bit too complicated for his basic knowledge, but George knew someone would eventually translate for him.

It took a minute or two before they told him that everything looked perfect on her charts, considering what her body went through. Although a relieved sigh left his body, everyone knew this wasn’t the end of the story. She will probably need rehabilitation after her leg heals, even if it’s a simple fracture and will heal easily. It didn’t help their worries that she was kept asleep for four days in the end, delaying the process and making them wait even longer before they got to talk to her. George hoped that with Hana awake they could get a bit more feedback for her treatment and also finally start the next part with physiotherapy. The sooner she got up and started moving around the easier it would be to get back to her previous physical fitness level. Everyone knew that laying around in a bed all day long didn’t help with staying fit and healthy.

George was in the middle of a meeting with the Williams engineers, sitting on his hotel bed, when he got the text that they would wake up Hana that day finally. Although he couldn’t just drop everything and leave for the hospital but made sure that their call finished as soon as possible, so he could get going. When he entered the hospital room she already had a bit more lively color but there was no sign of her being back to full consciousness yet. They were still inside the few hour window of the drugs finally working and didn’t really have to fear that something was going wrong. George was just sitting in the armchair next to the bed, legs pulled up and his fingers scrolling away on his phone while Hana’s mum was out for a coffee. Her dad couldn’t take off more time from work, but he was fine with the two of them looking after his daughter until he could visit in the late afternoons. The half-an-hour-checkups were slowly driving George crazy as the nurses never had answers, just took the data from the little screens and left with an understanding smile. It must have been between the 10th and 11th visit when they finally spotted a few movements, but it took another hour for her to finally open her eyes.

From the moment that she moved her arm for the first time George couldn’t get himself to sit back into the chair, rather opting for a walk down the hallway and then circling the room several times. Martha could only watch him pace but knew there weren’t any words that could help him calm down. They both knew they were finally getting closer to getting her back as much as they could in this moment of time, and it was nerve wracking to not have an exact time limit for it. It wasn’t surprising that he was the first one stepping next to hana’s bed when her eyes finally opened, with her mum arriving second. There were almost immediately several nurses and of course her main doctor stepping into the room, after being called through the installed button. While they tried not to overwhelm her they still had to run a few tests and George’s stomach turned at how scared Hana looked, before settling down at her mum’s gentle touch on her hand. They took their sweet time examining every little corner of her body and asking questions about her pain levels and just general state, leaving all of them tired from the stress and concentration when they finally finished everything up. There was only one nurse staying back to get some medication ready for Hana, when she could finally take a breather and look around the room. Seconds later her eyes finally reached George, and there was an evident smile getting onto her face.

“ Hello. ” Her voice was almost like music to his ears, after so many days of not being able to hear it, and George couldn’t help the relieved sigh that left his body.

“ Welcome back! ” He smiled down at her, squeezing her hand on the bed gently. He was still scared to use full force, after seeing how fragile the human body was actually. These were the few moments that made you realise you have no superpowers and that you’re not indestructible.

[slasherrabbitmadness]

i’m so sorry people aren’t engaging with you :( i want to personally apologize to you because i used to send a ton of asks (and played the ask games) and i’ve been really slacking at interacting with people and i’m sorry! writing and slasher stuff all aside, you’re a really fun person to interact with and i would love to still talk with you! you give off really good vibes and you kind of feel like a big sister that i never had. that might be weird but you just have sisterly vibes! if you need to, take a break from writing. you post a ton of stuff and i seriously love it all but sometimes you just need a break, ya know? i promise if you stick around i will def engage more because tumblr is pretty much the only place i talk to people lol

i’ve been wanting to ask about the college au with vincent and bo but i haven’t because it’s dark and it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but i did really enjoy it! what do YOU think about it? did you enjoy writing it? i personally like darker fics for slashers but some don’t and that’s okay :) i really like au’s to begin with cuz you get to play around with the character and i think that’s fun! ALSO i did like the werewolf au you did with brahms! i already said it but i’ll say it again, I LOVE AU’S. these characters aren’t real so there’s not right or wrong way they’d act and it’s just fun to see writers come up with different ideas and personalities for them! high school au’s, royalty au’s, DILF au’s, they’re all great and i just freaking love them

again i’m so sorry for not engaging as much, you’re an amazing person and writer and you deserve to have people engage with you. and i’m sorry for the long ask and the gushing about au’s! take care <3

Oh, anon!

Please don't be so down on yourself! My inbox is always open if you want to give a quick hello or ask for an update! Or need a compliment.

>i would love to still talk with you! you give off really good vibes and you kind of feel like a big sister that i never had.<

This is so rad, Anon! Like a big sister you never had?? 🤩🥰

My older brother use to dangle me over the garbage bin and threaten to drop me in!

I hope I'm a good big sister figure!

>if you need to, take a break from writing. you post a ton of stuff and i seriously love it all but sometimes you just need a break, ya know? i promise if you stick around i will def engage more because tumblr is pretty much the only place i talk to people lol<

I worry about taking a break and never starting back up again lol I plan on making Friday to Monday new posts days and Tuesday to Thursday repost days lol (some Mondays and Thursdays may be reversed)

If I ever take a long break, I'll hopefully have a queue set up and let people know beforehand!

Again, you can message me if you like

This is the discord link! Thank you, Ninno! (actually, most slasher discords are easy to find, Just search Slasher discord on Tumblr and a number of them show up! (you must be 18+) REMINDER TO ALL THIS BLOG IS ALSO 18+ only! NO MINORS!

The kind of nonsense I post.

>i’ve been wanting to ask about the college au with vincent and bo but i haven’t because it’s dark and it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but i did really enjoy it! what do YOU think about it? did you enjoy writing it?<

Ah! The college AU! I'm so happy you enjoyed it! I got in my feelings when it wasn't doing too well. I am very used to dark fics/stories of a dubcon-noncon nature. I follow a Fandom where those sort of fics are more 'welcome'

What I think about it? I didn't go as dark as I could have! I left more stuff implied! I think sometimes that can make it even scarier. I left if with Bo having kept the reader in that shitty motel room for 5 days with not much said as to what happened. But it was pretty bad lol

did you enjoy writing it? I did! I enjoyed writing Bo being an asshole and thinking what he is doing is the 'right thing' and he's hellbent on showing the reader that Vincent is no better!

It was really fun writing the part of Brahms and Vincent interacting!

I'd finish the Brahms and Billy College Au. It's been kind of forgotten about (I should reblog it lol)

>i really like au’s to begin with cuz you get to play around with the character and i think that’s fun! ALSO i did like the werewolf au you did with brahms! i already said it but i’ll say it again, I LOVE AU’S. these characters aren’t real so there’s not right or wrong way they’d act and it’s just fun to see writers come up with different ideas and personalities for them! high school au’s, royalty au’s, DILF au’s, they’re all great and i just freaking love them<

I LOVE the AUs too! It's fun to challenge oneself in writing them! Some Slashers lend themselves better to AU scenarios than others.

Chromeskull would be PERFECT for a MobBoss AU

Bo obviously is a Great DILF or Dad's friend lol

I'm enjoying my Yandere Rich Boy Brahms AU! He's a mean bastard but thinks he's doing what's right for the reader! He knows best after all.

Gosh, Prince Brahms! I actually have most of Chapter 1 done for that! and Already have the ending in my head for it!

>again i’m so sorry for not engaging as much, you’re an amazing person and writer and you deserve to have people engage with you. and i’m sorry for the long ask and the gushing about au’s! take care <3<

Sorry if I worried you, anon! You are an amazing person! Don't be sorry for the long ask either! I love em!

Hope to hear from you soon! take your time! we all get caught up in life!

Have a good one! Send a message anytime!

[artemiseamoon]

Omg guys I accidentally deleted the master post of Solatium and I’m in tears. I was trying to delete a repost wrongly posted today (I meant to queue it for tomorrow) then bam, idiot move and killed my orginal post. I’m also sad cause that one actually had really good engagement and more than 3 repost, there were like 20 or something, which is huge here (for a non big / popular blog)

I’m having a minor panic attack here :/

I’m gonna make a new post. Once it is up please please share and help get it seen. I would so appreciate it. Those who asked for tags, please let me know if you want to be tagged on the new one, it should be up soon. In copying things over from my G drive copy.

Sorry I lost the comments too, I loved all of them and what you all had to say.

Ugh I’m just...

Okay new link for the new post:

Solatium chapter 1

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Zuisouroku Omokage-ge hana Animate Drama Translation

Last post of the month, but instead of my usual message, I figured I should change it due to current circumstances.... So. If you are able, please consider donating to your local food banks, the Red Cross or other charities who are supporting those affected by Covid-19. Alternatively, consider donating blood (including this since I saw this on CBC and from the Canadian Blood Services and they both mentioned potential shortages), tipping those who deliver your food/take out delivery (every dollar counts to some of these people - I would know since I’m unemployed right now cuz of what’s going on but will able to get by. huzzah for the Canadian government!), or support other content creators, writers, translators and artists who need help if possible. 

Also make sure you wash your hands for 20 seconds, avoid touching your face, cough into your sleeve/elbow, practice social distancing and refrain from going out if possible.... and please, please do not go singling out a certain ethnicity for how things are right now. I have a second cousin who works in a hospital down in california, and another living in new york right now.... and the last thing they need is racism and harassment. 

Anyway. I’m finally done with this drama. not really fond of putting things all together since that means i need to translate more hakuoki content for another week (i prefer to do less lol), but i’ve made an exception to this as the audio was supplied to me earlier by Aysha (which is also why i had this drama jump the queue lol). Edits will be done when I get to my subtitle video.

do not repost elsewhere. also thank you to @jokertrap-ran​ for helping me with 2 sentences that i just couldn’t figure out the Chinese for (they’re the ones left in bold), and thank you again to Aysha for supplying the audio. 

Videos are now here 

Track 1: https://youtu.be/ETTfJHCKOkk

Track 2: https://youtu.be/Nnp0mE_DLmw

enjoy?

Hakuoki Zuisouroku Omokage-ge hana Animate Drama CD Shimabara After story

Track 1

Translation by KumoriYami

Harada: Okay! Well now that this Shimabara incident is over, let's take the opportunity to drink! Everyone don't hold back [says: be modest], we aren't going home until we're drunk/unless we get drunk!

Okita: Arresting/Catching so many ronin, Kondou-san was also very happy! He also said that the spies hiding here were also arrested by the Shinsengumi.

Saito: However it seems that the Vice-Commander was a little anxious/upset. Because of the investigation of the spies, [news of it] has already spread throughout Shimabara. Tonight's festivities, although it was approved by the vice-commander, he  however said that we need to conduct ourselves with dignity [behave appropriately]

Souji: Yes/indeed. Then let's order some expensive food! Excuse me, please start with your most expensive wine in the store served with similar dishes!

Saito: Wait a moment! Why are you doing the opposite! The vice-commander clearly said, that we should be holding a meeting to reflect upon ourselves, and should not be celebrating by drinking.....

Souji: Eh, I can't hear anything!

Harada: heisuke, what's wrong? You haven't said anything from the start. Are you still brooding over what happened?

Heisuke: Wha....what do you mean by brooding? Sano-san. Don't say things that don't make sense/something strange.

Souji: What what? What are you brooding over/what's the matter?

Harada: Ah, so it's like this......

Heisue: Hey, I told you not to say anything unnecessary!

Harada: Ah, sorry. can't you just say it?

Souji: Are you keeping a secret from us?  That's really annoying [unpleasant].

Heisuke: Since it's only a small matter, I haven't said anything.

Souji: In that case just enjoy yourself to the fullest. Thanks to her dressing up as a geisha, she was able to infiltrate Shimabara to obtain information, and we were able to catch all those roshi at once.

Heisuke: But.... I din't want to have her dressed up like that..... [force?]

Souji: Areh?

Heisuke:.......What.

Souji: Hm~? it turns out/so that's what it was, it was that thing.

Heisuke: Don't smile like that! 

Souji: How annoying, my usual expression is like this.

Heisuke: Liar! Whenever Souji shows this kind of expression, you're definitely not thinking of anything good!

Souji: Actually/In fact you don't need to feel embarrassed, could it be that Heisuke didn't think that she looked lovely dressed as a geisha?

Harada: [it's?] Because she was originally a beauty [from the start she's already beautiful]

Souji: That response is really straight to the point/direct.   Compared to Heisuke who felt embarrassed/shy because of how cute she looked dressed as a geisha, the reactions of everyone else was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Heisuke: Why am I being dragged into his! I only that because she's not a member of the troopi, that she shouldn't be taking on such a dangerous assignment, that's all......

Harada: For the purpose of keeping her out of danger, weren't we on standby in the corner room?? You were great, shouting "that's not good," [and] "I can't stand this" or something, and rushed outside.

Heisuke: Why are you telling the truth!!! Anyway shut up and stop talking you idiot!

Harada: Whoops, i'm really sorry.  

Souji: Eh..... so that's it. I didn't expect that.

Heisuke: No, that's not [it]......!s

Saito (whispering): Actually/In fact I can understand Heisuke's thoughts...... at the time I was also deeply fascinated [entranced/captivated] by how she was dressed.

Souji: Hajime-kun?

Saito: Ah...Uh, sorry, i'ts nothing...Well, I did just say it...

Souji: Well, I can hear you very well. It turns out that even Hajime-kun was also deeply fascinated by her dress [check if says kimono. also rephrase later].

Saito : !!!! I, I didn't mean [it like?] that! Just, just because I was unfamiliar with how she dressed, doesn't mean that I was attracted [to it? her?]....... [rephrase later]

Souji: In other words, you admit that you're attracted to her?

Saito: No....... In any case I am also a captain in the Shinsengumi so how could I think of something so shameless when I am carrying out my duties! Anyhow, where is she? It seems that she hasn't arrived here yet......

Harada: Hijikata-san and Shinpachi should be bringing her over soon.

(the sound of footsteps and a door sliding open)

???: I just saw her a moment ago being questioned at the entrance of Shimabara. And together with Hijikata.

Heisuke: You are.... Kazama?! (reaches for sword)

Kazama: Put away your sword. I'm in a good mood today, and have no reason to fight you.

Souji: What does your so-called good mood mean/what do you mean by good mood?

Kazama: That goes without saying. Of course it's because I saw my wife's beautiful dress [appearance]. As expect, my eyes did not make a mistake [were not wrong].

Saito: Yukimura is not your wife. Her attitude towards you has been blatant/explicit.

Kazama: I've heard that woman who grow up in Edo are very strong. Even if she fell in love with me, she wouldn't show it.

Souji: Where does your self-confidence come from?

Harada: Go back to that [going back to what you said before], Chizuru's being interrogated?! Did someone discover her identity as a woman......

Kazama: It's because of the elopement incident that Hijikata caused which seems to have [caused her to be] been noticed [rephrase later].

Souji: Eh~ I just heard some extraordinary gossip [interesting]. It turns out that Hijikata-san already had such a reputation at Shimabara/Hijikata-san's reputation has spread to such an extent at Shimabara.

Harada: Oi, Souji. For the sake of safety/To be on the safe side, don't speak of this/go around spreading this to the other team members......

Souji: How hateful/annoying, I won't speak of such nonsense. But in the event that someone asks me if the Vice-Commander is or isn't with a geisha from Shimabara, I won't hide anything/speak without holding back.

Kazama: Alright [Very well... or something cuz its kazama], [let's] start drinking. The depressed guy over there, hurry up and prepare sake for me.

Heisuke: Oi! Why are you sneaking into our party?!

(After a while......)

Heisuke (sounds drunk for the rest of this track): Speaking of which.... I was against this plan from the very beginning!

Saito:......Heisuke, did you drink too much? Your eyes are starting to droop [lose focus].

Heisuke: Teach me how to not drink so much!

Saito: Why are you so upset?

Heisuke: I'm super pissed!!! For a covert investigation, we actually didn't need to use her, as long as we paid a geisha to assist us, but she was abruptly dragged down into this by us.

Saito: Your way of thinking isn't understandable, but it was also her who took the initiative to help us, [so] your criticisms are a little too much. [check audio to hear if this sounds like multiple sentences]

Harada: That's right.  Based on the outcome, nothing big happened, [which] this isn't bad.

Souji: Seeing how cute she was dressed, Heisuke was definitely/obviously very happy.

Heisuke: You smiling demon [???]!!! Compared to those clothes, the clothes of an ordinary woman clearly suit her more [rephrase later]!!

Harada: maybe, I'd also like her to see her dressed like an ordinary woman.

Heisuke: Hey......Sano-san, I've wanted to ask you.... She.... what is she to you?

Harada: Hm? I don't really think much of it but, is something the matter? Why do you ask? [i’ll reword ^ later when i get to the drama]

heisuke: I feel that Sano-san.... your attitude, rather than a comrade, you treat her more as a woman.

Harada: That's the [your?] problem. Although she's usually dressed in men's clothes, she's still genuinely a woman. It's only natural to treat her as a woman/Of course she still has to be treated as a woman.

Heisuke: [That's/so] Too sly/cunning......!

Souji: If Heisuke wants to treat her as a girl, he should be honest and say so and not be secretive about it..

Kazama: (setting down a glass) Toudou...... could it be that you have ill intentions towards my wife [TL is more or less evil thoughts/desire lol]? First take a look in a mirror [Look at yourself in the mirror first].

Heisuke: Shut up! You're the last one to be teaching me anything [last one who she be saying anything] ! She hates you the most out of all of us!!!

Kazama: I remember what I said just now [Remember what I said just now], Edo women, even if they fall in love, they will not express their true thoughts.

Saito:......I think it'd be nice if Heisuke could have a face as thick as Kazama's [if Heisuke could be as thick-headed as Kazama.... probably? or if Heisuke could have a face that had a fraction of Kazama's thickness]

Heisuke: Hajime-kun where the hell did your arm go?!

Souji: Don't first talk about Heisuke, what about yourself Hajime-kun [rephrase later]? Are you confident enough to defeat a crowd of rivals in love while surrounded and at her side?

Saito:......What are you talking about! The team has rules that ban personal fights!

Souji: That is to say, if it's not a personal fight, we're allowed to fight until one of us is dead/you'd fight to the death?

Saito:.....Why must you twist other people's words to this degree/extent!

Kazama: You bastard...... it seems that I'll have to force the truth from your mouth. Oi, Toudou. bring out the strongest sake in the store! I'm going to expose what his sincere thoughts he has [will have the truth forced from this man].

Heisuke: Why are you ordering me around!? Wait a moment/Hold on...... this is for getting Hajime-kun drunk so he'll tell the truth...... Yosh! I'm going to get/grab it at once/immediately!

(Heisuke gets up and runs out)

Saito: Wait!  It doesn't matter that you guys are already drunk, but I cannot get drunk [now]......

Souji: (pours sake) Don't say that, let's drink without holding back! These opportunities are hard to come by!

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Track 2

Hijikata: It was pointed out that Yukimura looked a lot like the geisha who eloped the other day...... It look a while/lot of time to settle that mater.

(door opens)

Hijikata: I've made you wait for a long time! Sorry, I sent Yukimura back first with Shinpachi to headquarters......Eh, what's going on?!

Souji: Ah. Hijikata-san, you're really late.

Hijikata: You're the one that's late! Harada and Heisuke are completely drunk!

Kazama: What are you saying/talking about. It's your fault that you're always so slow.

Hijikata: Kazama! You bastard why are you here?!

Kazama: Don't mention that, why haven't you brought my wife?

Hijikata: Who's your wife! It's because she got upset from being interrogated, she first went back to headquarters.......Geez, this isn't the time to be getting involved with that guy. You guys! Stand up! Didn't I warn you guys about conducting yourself properly!?

Harada: Ah! If it isn't Hijikata-san! Now that Hijikata-san is here, we need to start from the begining! If you ask me about when I got this scar on my stomach......

Hijikata: I've said it many times [but] I've heard already heard your [that] story before.

Heisuke: Hijikata-san! I wanna ask you...... were you really planning on eloping with her/is it true that you were really going to elope with her?

Hijikata: Ha?! Where the hell did you hear that from? At best, that's a misunderstanding since I'd never do something like that!

Souji: Eh? Is that really true?  I thought that Hijikata-san wasn't the kind of person who would do something that could cause people to misunderstand in this way/who would ever do something so misleading. [or just misleading]

Heisuke: Then it's true! Hijikata-san used his position as vice-commander to elope with her, this method is too despicable!

Hijikata: Didn't I say, that I didn't do any of that! Can't you understand [Why can't you understand that]!

Saito: Exactly. If the Vice-Commander wanted to take Yukimura, he would not employ such callow and clumsy tricks, rather he would adopt a more complex and sophisticated course of action [tactics...?].

Hijikata:......Oi, Saito, are you trying to protect me or kill me? Give me a clear-cut position [clear answer]!

Saito: What are you saying. I will always be on the vice-commander's side. [literally: i will forever stand with/at the vice-commander's side whenever]

Hijikata: It's great that your on my side......

Souji: Right now it's pointless to say anything to Hajime-kun. Because regardless of what you say to hajime-kun, his expression won't change even though he's actually already completely drunk.

Hijikata: to actually like to say this kind of things, anyway it's you guys' fault that he's [this?] drunk!

Kazama: You came at just the right time (pours wine). Hijikata. Answer me. What kind of intentions do you have towards my wife who you have confined to your headquarters?

Hijikata: What kind of intentions [what do you mean by intentions]? Why should I answer you?

Souji: Isn't there a reason? Hijikata-san has said himself that he likes women from Edo.

Kazama: What? Then it's true.......

Hijikata: What "it's true" nonsense ! Souji! Quit always saying such misleading things!

Heisuke: Ah~ so it's like that, Hijikata-san's aiming for her too? Despite how he was so strict over a mere mistake! 

Hijikata: I'm telling you, I wasn't planning on doing that......!

Harada: But to secretly protect her......

Hijiakta hey wait! When did I do that!

Kazama: I see. So it was like that. (picks up sword) Hijikata..... even if it costs me all of my pride and dignity/honour, I will have you buried here today/I will kill you today!

Hijikata: don't misunderstand me [don't misunderstand/quit misunderstanding]! She was allowed to stay at headquarters for the sake of/for the purpose finding Kodo-san, because of that, she was given the identity of a page.......

Souji: But don't you call her every few days to your room to have her make you tea? A lone man and a woman in a room, in the end, who knows what might have happened~ [between them?] [depending on the audio i'll make thr second sentence longer/shorter]

Kazama: What.... [very] good/great Hijikata, to go as far as to use/to actually make use of your position to do this sort of thing!! I will not spare you! this opportunity just arrived [this is a golden opportunity/the perfect chance?]! We'll settle this over wine/drinking!

Hijikata: HA?! why did this happen?!

Heisuke DAMN IT~~~~!!!! it turns out that Hijikata-san is a rival (in love)————！！！！ Oi, Kazama! We have a temporary alliance! Hijikata-san! We're going to drink to decide this!

Saito: The Vice-commander and Yukimura....!? Ah.... What is the truth to this emotion buried deep within my heart [what is the meaning to this emotion buried deep within my heart]? Without drinking, I can't calm/dispel my resentment!!

Harada: Although it is important to respect that her personal opinions...... if we're using wine to determine a victor, I will accept this challenge!

Hijikata: I didn't say any of that, you're getting it all wrong!!! You guys, listen to me!

【END】

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image swiped from suruga-ya...  i will definitely be rephrasing most of the 2nd half of track 2 for more... conversational word sense. couldn't think of how to make things sound natural when i posted this but i'll get that done along with all the necessary editing later when i get to making my srt file for this drama.... aiming to have the subtitles done for next month (currently working on the files now). 

also, next month im planning on mostly ssl game content... and to have the remainder of all Zuisouroku game content posted in may... (i now officially have enough tl+imags posts queued til the end of may).

stay safe ppl!

(p.s. in case you didn’t see my psa, i’m sharing a number of hakuoki vids and art books. full list is on my tumblr page “stuff i have”)

[spicyvampire]

ABOUT ME

WAS PREVIOUSLY SPICYCHIPSDEMON

★ Name : Tan, short for Tanya (I don't mind Spicy either, it's literally the start of my url)

★ Current age : 27

★ Languages : Creole (only speak creole my writing is non-existent, but I can also read if it’s not too complicated), French, English (trying to learn Spanish and also Thai cuz I'm watching too many thai bl so might as well learn the language right?)

★ Orientation : Bisexual

★ Sign : Aquarius ♒

★ Pronouns :

I mainly use she/they but I don't really care what pronouns u use to talk to me, I'm that any pronouns (she/they/he and any masculine/feminine/gender neutral nouns that come with them) type of girl

★ Blog type : personal as in everything that I like personally, this blog is curated for me first and foremost, it just so happen that I, as a person, is devoid of meaning outside Movies and Shows so that's mainly what you will get on here

★ Shows :

You will find the link to my list of shows I'm currently watching in my tumblr bio under the word spoilers and/or the #watchlist on my blog

The BL Side is at the very end of the spoilers page

There is a Shows display for the people who are visual that has not only the show names but a link to their summaries

Creations navigation for desktop of gifs and edits that has like everything classified (I don't take gif requests sorry)

★ Tags :

#tt when I'm just talking bullshit

#sr when I self reblog

#tansgifs for my gifsets (be cool, don't steal or repost my shit, I don't feel like putting watermarks on them and believe me u don't want that either, just credit me it's easy)

#tansedits for my edits (the same thing for tangifs goes for tanedits)

I track #userspicy

• tag me in ur gifsets/edits and art and they will be reblogged and/or queued to be reblogged later

• we don't have to be mutuals for you to tag me in ur stuff, I love reblogging stuff

• for shows/movies I only reblog things I watch/watched and liked, because my blog is mainly made for me (ma bad)

• if you saw me like something and not reblog it immediately it means it's in my draft to be reblogged soon (i don't want to spam and hit post limit) or it's in my queue!

★ Other stuffs : Letterboxd, Instagram, Sideblog

★ FYI :

This blog runs on a 24h queue of 50 posts (it's like more or less 2 posts/h) and my queue is almost always around 400 posts so it's pretty much always active (it doesn't mean that I'm actually currently on tumblr)

I don't have a queue tag cuz I'm lazy so if you see a bunch of post of the same thing it's probably the queue

If my queue ever stop for more than a week, then maybe I'm straight up dead

I randomly spam at least twice a day (could be gifs could be random text posts/memes) cuz I like to flirt with the daily post limit a lot (i know I just said I don't but I kinda do ma bad)

if there is anything else you want to know, you can always send me an ask (anon is always on if you are shy)

[baepsaets]

Masterlist!

Here’s my full updated masterlist! I accept requests but only complete the ones that inspire me. Don’t be afraid to request a drabble, fic, or reaction! Thank you for reading and I love you.

suga baby and eight’s a crowd have officially been put on hiatus! i am working on them alongside whatever current projects i am focusing on. i will update them at an undetermined time in the future. please keep questions regarding them to a minimum, but if there is something you want to know, i’ll be happy to answer! thank you and i’m sorry. 

All works are mine and should not be reposted or posted on another blog or website.

Reactions

~ ot7: sitting on his face (m)

~ hyung line: someone comments on your weight

~ maknae line: someone comments on your weight

~ ot7: breeding (m)

~ ot7: sex with a tall woman (m)

~ ot7: sensation play (m)

~ ot7: sex with a short woman (coming soon)

Imagines

Kim Seokjin

Nothing yet!

Min Yoongi

suga baby [HIATUS]

summary: you’re a bartender at a seedy downtown dive. after a close call, your favorite customer yoongi takes it upon himself to make sure you have everything you could ever need.

pt 01 02

Jung Hoseok

light and dark (angst + comfort)

summary: your sight isn’t gone yet, but it’s only a matter of time until you never see the sun. 

Kim Namjoon

vampire drabbles

one day (m)

Park Jimin

sunny day (completed)

summary: you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work.

pt 01 02 03 04 05 epilogue (m)

Kim Taehyung

patience (m) (completed)

summary: after leaving you high and dry, you wondered just how far you could push your boyfriend until he snapped.

Jeon Jungkook

Nothing yet!

OT7

eight’s a crowd (m) [HIATUS]

summary: you’re a bighit staff member in charge of stage set-up when you find yourself inexplicitly drawn to the very seven men you’re setting stage for. soulmate au!

pt 01 02 03 04

pt 5 sneak peek (m)

Queue

(not available) jungkook - waterlogged (m)

summary: jeon jungkook was as beautiful as he was deadly. you knew that because the first time you met him, he tried to kill you. merman au! 

(not available) seokjin - machine lovin’ (m) 

summary: when an old classmate opens up a sexbot business, you don’t expect your birthday gift from her to be a weekend with one of her newest models.

(not available) yoongi - hybrid au (m)

summary: you’re introverted, reserved, maybe even a little bit of a bitch - your friend talks you into getting a hybrid to help you out of your shell. too bad your hybrid is just as bad as you are.

(not available) hoseok - mate set (m)

summary: as the human daughter of an alpha, jung hoseok is assigned to keep you safe during the peak of mating season. after an incident in a club, you end up accidentally mated to him for a whole month.

[commander-hanji-zoe]

Do you have any advice for a new blog?

🌸 Oh this is such an interesting ask, I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now, sorry it’s taken a while to get back to you but I was thinking how best to answer it! While this blog has only been around for 3 years and I’ve only really started posting in it recently, I have had my main tumblr blog for 10 years and several side blogs with quite a few followers so I’m hoping I can provide some insight! I do apologise as this turned into a bit of a ramble that I feel is about tumblr but beings to overlap into life advice lol - I blame my age. 🌸

1.) I would say firstly, enjoy it. I feel sometimes there’s a lot of pressure to get loads of followers, create new content etc. and you can forget why you’re here. I got tumblr to reblog photos of things that made me happy from bands to tattoos, movie stuff, art etc and occasionally I would forget that and end up getting bogged down in comparing stats and myself to others. So yeah, enjoy it and remember why you joined ^_^

2.) If you love work that others create (writing/art/gif sets etc.) show your appreciation not just with likes but with comments and reblogging where you can/feel comfortable doing so. Likes are great and always appreciated but comments help to inspire and reblogging means more people will see their work. It encourages content creators to continue creating, it’s also a really good way of gaining followers and make friends. If you support others they will likely support you in return. 

3.) Share the art/fan art/cosplay photos you love as per above - but don’t repost work. This was something I wasn’t really aware of when I first joined tumblr, a lot of people would just save photos from google or deviant art (it was a very different place back then) and post them on tumblr to show appreciation. But often there would be no artist detail or link to the artist, instead if you find something you like reblog it from the creator. If it isn’t on tumblr and you’d really like to post it here, contact the creator and ask their permission to post - then include a link in the post and explain you have the artist’s permission. 

4.) Talk to people :) - Okay like Alice in Wonderland here’s some advice I could really use sometimes! Through tumblr I have met some of the most amazing friends. When I first started out I started chatting to a girl who went to the same Uni as me, we met up to go for coffee, browse record shops and saw The Vaccines together. I’ve also met numerous people who encouraged me to go to Hobbit Con in Germany - I had the most amazing time, remained friends, one of them came to my wedding. I guess the message here is that internet friends are great and you never know what a friendship can blossom into. If there’s someone whose work you admire or blog you love, don’t be afraid to reach out and send a message, even if you feel a bit silly (I often do!). 

5.) Tags - My take on tags is pretty simple, tag correctly. I often tag things quite heavily but I make sure that I only tag characters that feature in a post or fandoms that feature in that post etc. You often come across posts where every character in the show has been tagged, I get why people do it, it means the post will come up in more results but it is rather infuriating when you’re looking for something specific. It also looks messy and can make things hard to find on your own blog. So yeah tag the show/film/book etc, tag the relevant characters, add whatever tags you want regarding your feelings/emotions about the post or thoughts on it. But ideally keep it relevant. On that note, tag ships (people often blacklist ships they dislike or that they find problematic) so doing this helps everyone. Anything that’s only really suitable for people 18+ tag however you see fit (due to Tumblr’s changes last year we had to revert to tagging things on the citrus scale again so I tag anything like that as lemon as well as nsft) Finally Trigger/content warnings - I do use them, some people put warnings on everything, some people don’t do at all. Again like with shipping it is helpful for people who have  

6.) Remember to take breaks - tumblr can be a little addictive and easy to pass time (like social media) so remember to take breaks, when you get back they’ll be loads of new stuff on your dashboard to look at ^_^

7.) Follow loads of blogs! I probably should have put this higher up. But have a think about the kind of content you want to see and spend some time searching for blogs that fit that, I also find it’s nice to follow some more aesthetic blogs or blogs that are calming/relaxing, seeing things like that on my dash is always a reminder to have a breather!

8.) Enjoy playing around with themes - decide what you want your blog to be about (and remember there’s nothing wrong with having a main blog that’s a little bit of everything you love as well as personal stuff!) and then have fun with the settings. There’s a lot of free tumblr themes, some of which are pretty neat and user friendly in terms of customisation. Don’t be afraid to ask questions if you’re stuck. 

9.) Side blogs are also really great. I begun to create side blogs because I didn’t want to spam my main blog with Game of Thrones, The Hobbit, Red Dead Redemption 2 or Attack on Titan, so I created side blogs. I still post about all these things on main but not as frequently. A side blog can also be good if you want to create a blog you can share with employers - I have a side blog for my photography and one for my writing. Sideblogs are also a good way of keeping certain material away from the blog where people in real life are most likely to find you. Generally I won’t post 18+ material on my main blog, so smutty fan fiction etc. goes on the side blogs. As a side note, when you have a side blog you cannot like posts or ask questions as that side blog - it will be from your main blog. 

10.) Try not to get disheartened if you create original content and it doesn’t get a lot of attention at first. When you create a blog it can take time to gain followers/traction. But remember as per point 1, that Tumblr should be fun and creating content should first and fore mostly be for you and your enjoyement. But if you continue to create, tag appropriately but also show appreciation for fellow creators there’s no reason why in time you won’t flourish. And as per point 3, if you reblog others work there’s a chance they in return will reblog your art. 

11.) There’s extension kits you can get for tumblr, I know some people use them and find them helpful. I’m not sure they’re as poplar/needed now as they used to be. I used to use one but don’t feel the need now, however might be worth a google or asking someone more knowledgeable to see if it’ll work for you.

12.) You can blacklist tags through settings, if there’s any ships, characters, things you’d rather not see on your dash or that you find upsetting or triggering I’d recommend blacklisting them. If people tag correctly you shouldn’t much/if any of it. 

13.) Under blog settings you can also choose whether you want your blog to be searchable via the email address you registered with and on google. I switched this off pretty much as soon as it became a feature! My blogs, even my main blog are a piece of me which is only shared with a select few people in real life. I really do not need my colleagues, employers, certain family/friends finding this! 

14.) Use Queues! I adore a queue.... Once I discovered they were a thing I try to have around 100 posts in my queue on main at any time. You can amend how many times you post a day (mine is around 8-12 times, I change it when i go away). It just means your blog remains active even if you can’t really log on for a week or two or if you’re on holiday. Occasionally I’ll add original posts into my queue with writing, it can be nice to come back and see the feedback. A lot of people put ‘queue’ in the tag, but you’ll realise most people have a quirky tag. For example on main mine is - one does not simply queue their way through tumblr. And on my red dead blog it’s - I had a god damn queue! Sadly on here I haven’t got one yet! 

15.) Finally I would say engage in discourse as little as possible. It can be tempting and while drama can be fun for a while, even just to watch from the outside it can quickly escalate into something nasty and toxic. At first you might want to join in but tumblr can be, well it can be a lot at times and very noisy with everyone screaming their opinions and trying to be louder than the person before. I would say no fandom is inherently toxic, but it happens. A fandom I was heavily involved in last year had so much discourse and there was so much drama that even though I wasn’t involved in it my anxiety was through the roof, I had a panic attack over it and felt paranoid. After speaking to other older members in the fandom I felt much better (they too were annoyed with what was happening) and we realised that essentially a lot of it boiled down to a real lack of critical thinking. I’m not saying don’t get involved at all, sometimes I have seen things where I’ve felt things need to be said/action taken especially when it comes to intolerance and hatred. But I would say when you do engage - pick your battles. (I hope this last one makes sense). I started writing a lot more and going into the politics of it and ranting about bigots and then thought that’s probably enough! 😁

I hope this post helps! Like I said I’ve never been asked something like this so it took a bit of thinking but these are some of the key thoughts I had. 

edit - I meant to add that obviously the above is just my opinion and based on my experiences on tumblr/thoughts about things.

[thegreatescape]

SKAM ITALIA CONVENTION

FIRST OF ALL, sorry for my English. Please, don’t repost the pics from this post. I wanna share them with you but you have to respect this, pretty please ;;

PANEL

At the panel I sat in the second row and when I saw the cast I was shocked by their beauty! Even if it didn't last long, they were so nice and funny and it was wonderful to sing “Buon Viaggio” along with them (even if it was a bit embarrassing haha).

PHOTO-OP WITH ROCCO

As soon as I entered the room I had an heart attack because he was so pretty and he seemed such a genuine guy. He smiled at me and said ‘Hi!’ with the softest voice and opened his arms to hug me (I was shaking so hard haha) and I told him I was very happy to meet him. We were still hugging when I asked him "Can I hug you?", as if we weren't already doing it, and he laughed and said "Ehm, yes? Sure!" and he held me tight as we took the picture. I hugged him another time and I was like "I’m so sorry" because I didn’t want to bother him and he said "No don’t worry” and he hugged me even tighter ;;

MEET & GREET WITH LUDOVICO

When he arrived it was a bit embarrassing because there was complete silence. We were all so nervous and, damn, it was awkward. So he broke the silence saying "Should we play cards?" diffusing the tension.

- He told us that "Giovanni Garau with the U because he is Sardinian" was improvised because, while they were shooting, their make-up artist (who was next to the bouncer) jokingly said 'Garao?' and Ludovico was like "No, it's Garau with the U. And then I asked myself: why is it with the U? Ah, because it's Sardinian! And I said it!" lmao - He said that when they were shooting the scene in which he and Francesco had to run away from the police they bumped into the quod where there was the director, because they were running too fast, while Federico and Nicholas were very slow. - Then he talked about "Aggrappati a me” and told us that the child with whom he acted didn’t collaborate sometimes. Basically she refused to wear a coat but when the director asked her if she wanted Ludovico to put it on her she nodded HAHA - He also talked about that time he worked with Muccino and he said that there was a traumatizing scene because he couldn't remember his line and Muccino scolded him and he started crying because he couldn't take it anymore ;; But then he was so proud of himself when he was able to do it! Seriously he was so sweet! - At the end I apologized because I always tag him on my drawings and he said "Are you kidding? That makes me happy! Have I ever replied to you?" I told him yes and he said, "Ah well, that's the most important thing! Unfortunately I usually don’t have time to reply to people and I'm so sorry". We posed to take a selfie but I asked him to take it and he was like: Why? Me: I'm shaking. He laughed: I don't believe you, liar! haha

PHOTO DUO FEDERICO & ROCCO - PHOTO-OP WITH FEDERICO - GROUP PIC

Here I met Federico for the first time and I was really nervous because he’s my favorite person in the world. When I arrived I greeted Rocco again with another hug, and then I clung to Fede just saying "Ciao" because I was literally shaking haha. He had such a soft expression and a tender smile that melted my heart. So, a bit embarrassed, I asked both of them if it was okay to make a group hug and Federico said "Yes, let's squeeze hard!" And I found myself sprawled between him and Rocco. It was the best moment of my life! Then I greeted them with another hug, continuing to apologize, especially to Rocco because it was like our 10th hug. 

When I returned to the room, there was only Federico ready to take individual photos and while we were queuing, Ludovico came out of nowhere and queued with us hiding among the people. When it was his turn, Federico started laughing and caressed his cheek and posed hugging him tightly. Then Ludovico sat down in a chair next to where they were taking pictures. I wanted a specific pose with Federico and I was trying to find a way to explain it to him without 'ambiguous' but when I mimed it he said "Oh you want me to take you from behind?" I widened my eyes and he immediately realized that it was misunderstandable and he said "That sounded bad!" We took the pic and I gave him another hug because he kept smiling so softly and he was the cutest little muffin ever.

Then I lined up for the third time ready for the group photo. I introduced myself to Pietro and Francesco and I greeted the others again (yes, hugging them all again because it seemed polite to greet them lol). After we took the pic there was another round of hugs, luckily this time it started from them otherwise I would have felt intrusive, and I ran upstairs to the autographs session.

AUTOGRAPHS LUDOVICO / ROCCO / FEDERICO / PIETRO / FRANCESCO

Unfortunately I had no extras with Pietro and Francesco, so I gave my drawings to my friends. Franz was very happy about the drawing and said he would have thanked me at the dinner (and he did it). Pietro, on the other hand, recognized my drawing from Instagram and he was so nice to leave me a note saying "Thank you Giulia, your drawing is WONDERFUL!" with his autograph ;;

The first one I talked to was Ludovico: I thanked him so much for his work and for making the meet a unique experience and I gave him the drawing. As soon as he saw it he widened his eyes and stared at me incredulously "Woah! It's beautiful. Did you do it?! I have no words, it's fantastic, you have a unique talent. Amazing!” and he continued like this for a minute while I was screaming inside. Then we took the pictures! 

Then I met Rocco and when I arrived we hugged for the 45987243 time. Rocco is SO shy! Every time he hugged someone, he had a nervous laugh and lowered his head, smiling, embarrassed ... ADORABLE. By the way, I told him something personal and I thanked him for his work because he helped me a lot. He stared me straight in the eyes and he looked kinda sad because he saw that I had tears in my eyes and I was desperately trying not to burst into tears and in fact I told him that it was better to change subject because I didn't want to make him uncomfortable and he said: “Don’t worry. I’m the one who should thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’m happy that you felt comfortable to open up to me, it's wonderful knowing that I’m helping someone." 

Then I gave him my drawings telling him those were my way of saying ‘thank you’. When he saw them he lit up and said "NOOOO! SO COOL! They are beautiful! Wow, AMAZING! Oh, wait… this is Fe Cè!” and I realized that I had also given him Federico's drawing by mistake haha 

We took the selfie, I looked at him with tears in my eyes and it was like he had read my mind because he said "Another hug?" laughing because it was like the thousandth! When I left the queue I read his autograph where he had written "Love yourself always, Giulia"and I cried while I was waiting for Federico’s autograph lol

When I saw Fede I thanked him for everything and I told him that he’s such a great actor and a beautiful human being and he was literally a sunshine because he smiled from ear to ear with his hands clasped over his heart; I gave him the drawings and he also complimented me and thanked me so much. Then we took 3 selfies and hugged another time.

DINNER WITH CAST

The dinner was the best part of the day. I was at the same table of Federico and Pietro, and I was quite close to Pietro. I thanked him for leaving me that note and he lit up and stretched out his arm to be able to shake my hand and he caressed me saying "Ah you are the girl of the drawing! Honey, you gave me a gift! It's one of the most beautiful drawings I've ever seen! I've seen some good ones in my life but yours was perfect, so realistic”. I just smiled and thanked him because I didn't know what to say and he smiled at me in a very sweet way ;; During the dinner we talked a bit with Federico and Ludovico but unfortunately we couldn't hear that much because there was caos. 

When we finished the pizza and they brought the desserts Federico went to sit right next to Pietro and started asking everyone if someone wanted to eat his tiramisù with him and after everyone said no, he saw that I was staring at him and he stretched the plate "Do you want some? Please help me I can’t eat all of it!" He ‘insisted’ a few times and in the end I said yes and so I ate a piece of it. When I gave it back to him, he looked at the plate and said: "Just that? But you ate a small piece!” And I said “Fede, there was just one fork, maybe I should ask the waiter to bring another one!” and he was like “Oh no, don’t worry. There’s no problem! I eat with this!” lmao So Pietro took a girl's phone and started filming the scene saying “Giulia is eating all of Federico's tiramisu!” It was so embarrassing haha A few minutes later Pietro got up to go to Ludovico - I don't know where I found the courage since I am so shy - and I went to sit next to Fede and I said “I wanted to stay right next to you” regretting it a second later. Federico explained us that he calls Rocco “lizard” because when he yawns he looks like a lizard and he makes a very strange sound. And he chose this nickname because he wanted to find a name that was as humiliating as "Bambi" haha Then he told us a tongue twister and he was the only one able to say it “Se ti stizzisci, stizziscitici pure!” and then he asked Rocco to say it too and Rocco was like “Se ti stizzzidusafhoa sicciicisohfdas” it was adorable hahah Then Fede kept eating his tiramisù even if he was full, but he didn’t want to leave it there so he did the “airplane” with the fork and he tried to make me eat that, you know, like you do with kids, and he made an adorable voice "Come on, take a tiny tiny tiny piece, look at it! It looks soooo good".

Then I don't remember how we got into the argument but I asked him if I could take a picture of him and he said yes, but when I wanted to take it he turned around to talk and I already had the phone in my hand and I took it anyway but he turned around again with the tiramisu still in his mouth and I lowered the phone so quickly but he had seen me. So I picked up the phone and he saw the picture and he laughed: "Are you taking pics of me while I’m eating? Look how ugly I am! There are too many photos you can blackmail me with! Come on, take another one so I can pose!” I took the picture and when he looked at it he laughed again “Jesus, it's worse than the first one!"

Shortly after I told a friend "I’ve never drank wine!" And Federico heard me and looked at me so shocked "You’ve never drank wine!? But how old are you?” "25 ..." “And you have never drank wine? Do you want to try ..?” and he gave me his glass (after I said ‘no’ a few times because I was embarrassed lol). I tasted it, and after few second I said: “THAT’S SO GOOD!” Federico burst out into laughing "Good, right?! You have to trust me! Well… Oh God, you’ll become an alcoholist because of me! What a responsibility! "A few minutes later he gave me his glass again asking me if I wanted a little more. For the umpteenth time we have repeated the "no it’s okay", "oh c’mon just a sip, don’t worry" and then I drank again. He laughed and said: "I created a monster!" Then Francesco arrived and hugged him from behind, starting to open sugar sachets because he was very drunk lol 

Then Fede got up because Francesco was bothering him and he said "Okay, our speed date is over!" and I was like noooo don't leave. Even Francesco was very nice even if he was saying things that had no sense haha We took a picture together and he was kind of purple and said “I’m sorry, I’m drunk as fuck!” 

The staff told us that the dinner was over so I went back to Pietro to thank him and we took some pictures (like… 15 haha). We hugged each other hard and he thanked me again for the drawing. 

Then I went back to Federico and told him that I had spent the best evening of my life because of him and laughing he said "It's the wine that makes you saying this! Drink responsibly, I recommend you! I feel the responsibility on my shoulders now! Thank you for everything!” And we took more photos. 

Then I joined Rocco and I asked him another hug and he smiled and held me tight, saying, "Let’s take a selfie!"And so I took pictures with him too. I was about to leave when we looked each other in the eyes and we both laughed and we hugged each other AGAIN HAHA 

In the end I went to say hello to Ludovico and we took two pictures but he was completely lost because he was as drunk as Francesco lol

Probably this is full of mistakes but I just wanted to share with you the best experience of my life. Again, please don’t repost the pictures ;-; 

[princesskittie]

ANNOUNCEMENT!!

I'll be pretty busy this week!! I have loooots of projects and I have a friend coming over to visit, so sorry! ;w;

My blog will be running on queue and I'll occasionally come on to post a few of my edits and pics but I wont be answering asks/messages too soon T.T

Thank you so much for understanding, I hope you have a lovely day~! ♡

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[winchest09]

Unwritten

Title: Unwritten

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Eileen (AU)

Word Count: 9126 (Not even sorry ha)

Summary: Eileen was an aspiring author who had lost all hope in herself and her writing...so what happens when a certain green eyed Winchester comes along and turns her world upside down?

Warnings: Like two swear words, fluff. FLUFFFFF. Fluff. Bit of angst, mention of character not caring about herself, but thats basically it! 

A/N: Ok this is my first ever oneshot and I’ve wrote it in dedication to the gorgeous @squirrel-moose-winchester  She’s been feeling a little low lately and she’s been the first amazing person on here to take the time to talk to me, encourage me and without her, Shatter Me wouldn’t have been posted! So when I noticed she was feeling a little low, I told her I was writing her a one shot to cheer her up and I can only hope you like it my lovely <3

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :) I’ll give you a virtual hug if you did <3 Main Masterlist

Let me know what you think!

The late afternoon sun streamed the through the slightly dusted windows of the apartment. The rays of sun streaking across the floorboards as a faint tapping was echoing throughout the space. Sat at a mahogany desk, a young woman with long black hair sat. Her legs crossed, eyes shut tight, her head in her palm and a pen tapping in her other hand. Opening her eyes, Eileen stared down at the empty word document on her laptop in front of her. No words littered the page, just the odd sentence of dialogue here or there. She grumbled in frustration, throwing her pen and slamming her laptop lid down before her delicate hands brushed through her long dark hair, bringing it over one shoulder.

On a normal day, Eileen worked at the local coffee shop in town, a quaint little place titled ‘Coffee n Crumbs’. Yet when she was free from the constraints of work, Eileen was an aspiring author, working till the early hours of a morning on a book she was hoping to send over to some publishers very soon. However, writers block had struck. She’d lost all confidence in her story and she had no idea which way to lead with it next. Eileen had sent off two ideas previously to publishers, only to hear nothing back from them. She was hoping third time would be the charm yet here she was, with a creative wall higher and longer than the wall of China.

Getting up, she stretched and padded her way across her wooden floorboards to the bathroom, intent on taking an incredibly long bath whilst listening to the soft rock of Bon Jovi “Maybe his songs will give me inspiration” she thought, whilst quietly humming ‘Bed of Roses’. Yes, her latest fiction was a romance but inspiration was at a minimum. Eileen was single, her last relationship being well over a year ago and chivalry was practically dead with each boyfriend she’d had. Looking at the clock, she knew she didn’t have to be at work for another two hours so she knew she could take her time. So, an incredibly long bubble bath it was, soothing her aching muscles and trying hard to recharge her creative mind before it was going to be mindlessly numbed by her employer.

Once she was dry, she pulled on a pair of dark jeans with rips in just over the knee to go along with the dark blouse she had to wear with her works logo on. Wrapping her hair around a chopstick into a bun, she dusted her face with a little bit of make up before grabbing her notepad and pen. She placed it in her handbag and let her and linger on it slightly. Sometimes she thought she was crazy taking it wherever she went but sometimes, inspiration can hit in the weirdest of places. She had an idea for her first fiction when she was in line at a mall and the idea for her second was when she was when she was in the middle of a yoga class. She will never forget the looks on people’s faces when she gave up doing the downward dog to scribble down key notes. Smiling slightly, she zipped up her bag and headed out of her front door ready for another busy shift at Coffee n Crumbs.

Rushing through the front door of the business, the little bell above the door announced her entry. The blonde behind the counter turned towards her and smiled. Kind hearted Donna. Donna was Eileen’s best friend and confidant at work. She knew all about Eileen’s creative struggles, ambitions, relationships and more. She was a bubbling ball of joy on Eileen’s rainy days and she had never appreciated a friend more. Donna was the assistant manager at the shop and she was a dab hand at making all different kinds of pies, cakes and pastries. She’d taught Eileen all she knew about baking.

Stripping herself of her coat and bag, Eileen took her notepad out of her bag and tucked it down the side of the till before placing an apron over her front. Donna took note of her notepad as she dusted the flour off her hands down her apron, fresh from her pie making “You still suffering with that creators block sugar?”

“You better believe it” Eileen sighed “Do you need any help?”

Donna smiled sympathetically “Sure honey, these pies are fresh out the oven. Just need dusting with some icing sugar”

Eileen nodded, a few dark strands of hair freeing themselves from her bun as she did so. Grabbing the sieve and icing sugar from the side, she starting gently patting the utensil against her hand, laying the pies delicately with a delicious sugary layer “Donna, is there honestly any point in me doing this for a third time?” She asked her friend, hoping for an honest answer.

Donna slapped her dough down on the freshly floured surface “Are you kidding? Leen, you’re dreaming with your eyes wide open” She stated like a matter of fact “and that’s a good thing” using her finger to point towards Eileen.

Before Eileen could respond, a deep British accent filled the back room “Ladies, I pay you to work, not to stand around and chat”

Donna rolled her eyes as she carried on kneading her dough “Women can multitask Crowley and well, we’re just talkin’ bout Leen here’s new book. As we’re workin’.”  Donna emphasised, knowing the boss of the business too well, knowing he would look for any loophole he could.

Eileen just took a deep breath and tried to hide the smile that was trying to break free across her lips. Donna always had the balls to stand up to the demon of a boss that was Crowley and it always made her smile.

“Eileen, piece of advice” Crowley barked, his tone sharp and impatient “If it’s not happened by now, it’s not ever gonna happen so please do your job and get out there and serve my customers!” He almost shouted, his voice gravelly and to the point before he made his way to his office, just off the side of the kitchen.

Eileen just nodded as she placed down her sieve, ready to go out to be the front of house but was stopped by a gentle hand.

“Oh don’t listen to him, he’s just an old grump” Donna comforted, waving Crowley off like he was a fly to be swatted “He has no idea what he’s talking about”

“I know that I will fire one of you if you don’t do your jobs!” Crowley shouted through his door, clearly listening in to what Donna had said. She patted your shoulder before getting back to her pastries, letting you take charge at the front.

Flustered, Eileen wiped her hands down her apron and carried out the few pies that were ready to be ordered and eaten by customers. As she got to the shop front, she expected a mile long queue with how Crowley was talking, however there was only one customer waiting who was casually glancing around the room.

Placing the freshly made pies in the counter, Eileen took a deep breath and painted on a smile, looking up to greet the customer “Sorry to keep you waiting, just needed to get these freshly made pies from the oven. What can I get you?”

At the sound of Eileen’s voice, the customer turned and took off his dark ray ban sunglasses. He came forward and placed one hand on the counter, casually tapping his fingers “I’ll take a coffee and a slice of pie to go, thanks”

One look at him and Eileen’s mouth became dry. The gentlemen in front of her was a 6ft god, she was sure of it. Brown hair, bow legs and striking green eyes. “S-sure” She stuttered as she bustled around to make him his coffee. Eileen shook her head discreetly as she shifted the weight of her frame from one foot to the other. She couldn’t help but to keep stealing glances at this handsome stranger over her shoulder, if she was looking for inspiration for a new male protagonist for any story, he was it. Strong jawline, broad shoulders and lips that looked delectable.  The handsome green eyed stranger however had clocked on to Eileen’s small glances and the corner of his lip turned upward into a smile.

Eileen gently covered his coffee with the take out lid before sliding it over the counter towards him “What flavour pie would you like?” She asked softly.

Leaning forward on the counter, he looked up into Eileen’s dark eyes, determined to make her blush “Well what would you recommend?”

Eileen cleared her throat, discreetly wiping the sweat off her palms onto her apron hidden by the counter “Well all of our pies are handmade here by either myself or Donna so if I’m being biased, I’d recommend all of them. They’re all pretty good” She honestly answered.

The stranger nodded, leaning to one side on his arm as he scoured the counter to the left of him “Ok then which one did you make”

“The pecan” Eileen smiled softly

The customer looked at the pecan pie that sat in the stands and nodded in approval “I’ll take half”

Eileen scoffed, the shock on her face evident “Are you serious?”

“I love pie” He said nonchalantly “and I want to see if you’re pie is as good as you say it is” He winked as he watched Eileen’s cheek burn red and he chuckled softly to himself.

Eileen grabbed one of thee to go pie boxes and proceeded to cut the handsome customer half of the pecan pie as ordered. Once his order was complete, Eileen told him the total and he handed over a bundle of notes, letting his hand brush with hers softly before leaving the store with a soft wave. As Eileen stood there with his money in her hand, Donna appeared at the side of her “What a dish” she muttered as they both watched the mysterious stranger cross the street, his tight behind in perfect view “Lord save me, my lower lips are trembling” Donna announced, no shame in her outburst.

“DONNA!” Eileen scolded playfully, striking her arm with the money the stranger had paid with, a laugh escaping her lips. Donna just winked and retreated back into the kitchen as Eileen went to put the money into the till, noticing that the handsome stranger had left her a sizeable tip to which she smiled. Today wasn’t going to be that bad.

The afternoon past steadily, customers coming and going but as time went on, the quieter it got. Eileen was leaning on the front desk, her notepad underneath her as she brainstormed plot points and directions for the next chapter of her book. Donna was on her last break and Eileen was due to go home when she came back so she was looking forward to sitting with a tub of ice cream in front of Netflix and losing herself into some sort of series. However those hopes were shattered when Crowley made an appearance.

“Eileen!” He snapped, causing the dark haired beauty to stand straight “Eileen, I’m going to need you to close up for me tonight”

Eileen frowned “But Sir, I’m due to finish in fifteen minutes, I have plans” Plans were an exaggeration but they were her plans nonetheless.

Crowley growled lowly, turning to face his member of staff and trying to summon some sliver of patience “I’m the boss darling. I say when you go home. In this case, I have a deal that I need to ensure goes through which means if you want to keep your job, you’ll close the shop for me” He bellowed, his voice slowly getting louder with each word he said “Understood?”

Eileen just nodded “Perfectly”

“Good” Crowley sighed “Make sure this place is squeaky clean for tomorrow, seems you’ve got nothing better to do” The demon of a man made his way to the exit “Oh and don’t let me catch you with your notepad scribbling down your feelings or fantasy worlds. I pay you to work, remember that Eileen” and with that, he slammed the shop door.

Eileen’s lips trembled as she fought to stop the tears from falling. Sure she didn’t have any major plans tonight but it was still her life and to tell her she had to stay for another 3 hours, on her own made her blood boil. For one, it was against health and safety but of course, Crowley didn’t care about that. He only cared about his profits.

Donna came back from her break and Eileen told her what had been said and in true Donna fashion, she managed to cheer up Eileen no end while she was there. They stole pie for themselves and hid in the cameras blind spots so Crowley wouldn’t see when he checked the camera the next day. However, it was soon time for Donna to go home and even though they had done most of the cleaning between them, there was still a bit to do.

The night was quiet, only two customers had come in during the hour and a half that Eileen had been on her own. She had mopped the floors, cleaned the coffee machine and was in the process of cleaning the counters when an idea popped into her head. Taking the pen from the side, she slid her notepad in front of her and started to write down her thoughts but soon enough she came to a block and became increasingly frustrated. Crowley’s words echoing in her mind as she stared at the paper and it all got too much. So, in anger, she picked up her notepad and threw it across the counter towards the display of pastries that were to be thrown later that day.

“Are you ok?”

“Oh my-” Eileen shrieks, her heart racing as she slips on some cream that had spilled on the floor in the panic.

“Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” The deep voice apologised Eileen shook her head.

“It’s fine. It’s my own fault” She muttered, looking up to be greeted with the green eyes of the delectable stranger from earlier that day, leaning over the counter at her. A wave of embarrassment hits her as she realises what just happened. She felt like she was never going to catch a break. Dusting herself off, she pulled herself up and put on an unconvincing smile “What can I get you, we’ve not got much left”

The customer leant back on the counter, smiling adoringly up at Eileen, charm oozing from him “Well I had this slice of amazing pecan pie earlier and I wondered if you had any more left?”

Eileen scoffed in disbelief “You liked my pecan pie?”

“You bet. Best damn pie I’ve ever tasted. So naturally, I had to come back for more” The customer sounded honest, his smile making his cheeks ache.

Eileen studied him, looking around for any signs of being set up but when the customer appeared to be on his own, she eased up a bit “Well, we have nearly a whole other pecan pie left-”

“I’ll take it all” The customer interrupted before Eileen had a chance to offer anything else. The dark haired woman just stared at the customer as if he had grown two heads to which the customer laughed “Hey, I’ll need some for my lunch tomorrow too”

Eileen chuckled as she got another take out pie box ready “You’re insane”

“Insanely good at eating pie” He responded to which Eileen chuckled loudly, placing the pie into the box. Just who was this pie man? He eyes seemed to ask him that question as she slid the box of pie over to him.

“Dean. Dean Winchester” He stated, holding his hand out to shake.  

Tucking a loose bit of hair behind her ear, Eileen took Dean’s hand “Eileen” She greeted.

Dean smiled as he handed over the money for his order, watching the woman in front of him intently. He was curious, curious about her. When he came into the store earlier that day, he was surprised to see someone so striking behind the counter, it knocked the wind out of his sails. The normal confident Dean Winchester lost all his mojo as soon as he saw her and turned into a bashful teenage boy. So, after giving himself a good talking too when eating the delicious pie, he worked up the courage to come back this evening to ask her for her number.

Naturally however, when he saw Eileen’s outburst of frustration, he grew concerned “So, Eileen, if you don’t mind me asking” Dean started as he flipped open the pie box, ogling the contents “What’s got you throwing notepads at innocent pastries?”

A new wave of embarrassment flood through Eileen as she tried to look anywhere but at Dean “It doesn’t matter” She muttered

Dean frowned as he grabbed a fork from the cutlery holder on the side “Clearly does if it’s upset you so much”

Eileen takes a moment to ponder. Yes, she had let Crowley’s words affect her. Being here till close had pissed her off and the fact she couldn’t get over this damn writers block hurdle was killing her but why would a sexy stranger, in this case Dean Winchester, want to know all of her woes?  

Taking a cloth, she began to work on the surfaces she had left to clean “Honestly, Dean. There’s no point in talking about it because nothings ever going to come of it anyway”

Cocking his head, he replied “...and how do you know that?”

She stopped what she was doing and stared incredulously at Dean “Who are you? Dr Phil?” Eileen snapped.

“More like Dr Sexy” Dean smirked, pulling his pie covered fork clean through his lips.

Eileen’s face went blank, her mind trying to register the action and the reply he just gave, her stomach doing somersaults against her wishes “Did…did you actually just”

“Hey, it’s a legit TV show, one I might add that is a guilty pleasure of mine” Dean admitted like it was nothing as he carried on eating his pie from the box on the counter.

Eileen shook her head as she went back to wiping down the surfaces, moving on to wipe down the tables “You don’t even know me, yet you’re telling me you’re guilty pleasures?!”

Dean just shrugged “Isn’t that how you get to know someone?”

Eileen frowned in thought “I…well I wouldn’t start with telling you my guilty pleasures. Maybe like my favourite alcohol beverage or worst fear” She stated, like it was the right thing to do.

Dean took a second to think as he picked up his pie, a second fork and made his way over to where Eileen was cleaning “Probably whiskey and I hate flying”

She threw the wet cloth on the table, disbelief flooding through her “You’re insatiable”

“I’m adorable” Dean quipped, smiling a smile that made Eileen go weak in the knees. Dean placed his pie on the table in front of Eileen, gesturing to the empty seat on the opposite side as he sits down “Come on, talk to me, promise I won’t judge” He said sweetly as he offered Eileen the fresh fork.

Going against her better judgement, Eileen took the empty seat that Dean was gesturing too. She looked towards the clock and noticing that it was nearly time for her to clock off, helped her feel a bit more at ease about eating her own pie with someone she’d met twice in one day. However, there was something about Dean Winchester that made her feel comfortable, she opened up to him and found that he was incredibly easy to talk too. Maybe it was because he didn’t know her, or maybe it was because he would walk out that door with his pie and she may never see him again. Either way, talking to this handsome man, offloading her problems and indulging into this pie made her feel a whole lot better.

She explained all about her failed chances at trying to get published, how she suffers with writers block and lastly, how unappreciative and cruel her boss Crowley could be.

Dean wiped his mouth on a napkin, mopping up the few crumbs that had stuck to the corners of his lips “So this Crowley dude, does he know much about the publishing business?”

Eileen shook her head, spinning her fork around in the pie box “I…I don’t think so”

Dean nodded, screwing up his napkin “Does he write fiction in his spare time?”

“I honestly don’t think he has spare time. He puts his soul into this place” Eileen scowled as she looked around

Dean took a pause as he leant back on his chair “Then why does his opinion matter?”

Eileen let her fork fall into the box as she forced herself back in her seat, staring into Dean’s incredible green eyes “Because he’s right. I love writing, I do but I can never seem to get a story finished. I get so many chapters in and this block forms in my mind and I can never get past it. Whenever I’ve sent a preview to a publisher, I’m just ignored” She sighed, feeling defeated “There’s just no point”

Dean took both forks out of the pie box and placed them side by side, casually asking “Where do you do your writing?”

Eileen shrugged, playing with the hem of her apron “Either at home or here. What does that matter?”

“It matters” Dean nodded, an idea forming in his mind as he packed up the rest of his pie “You working tomorrow?”

Eileen shook her head, her face wearing her confusion “No it’s my day off”

Dean nodded as he stood up, smiling “Good. Meet me here, tomorrow, 12pm” He stated, excitement bubbling within him as he walked towards the exit of the shop, pie in hand “Oh and bring your notepad” He encouraged

“What? Why?” Eileen questioned quickly as she stood, trying to keep Dean in view.

Dean just smiled at her as he held onto the front door “Because Eileen, tomorrow will be the day where your story begins” With that, he left the shop and left Eileen feeling all bewildered, just wondering what the hell had just happened.

She couldn’t help the smile that seemed to be stuck on her face after Dean had left. There was something about the charming bow legged man that made her hope. He also made her weak at the knees but it wasn’t too hard to figure out why that was. That night, Eileen closed up shop with hope in her heart and a spring in her step. She was taking a chance on meeting Dean Winchester tomorrow and her heart skipped a beat when she thought of their date. Wait…was it date? She wasn’t sure and she stopped her stride as she thought. Either way, she was spending some time with an incredibly good looking man and she hadn’t had that in a long time.

The next day, as soon as Eileen woke up, she couldn’t help but text Donna and tell her everything that had happened. Naturally, Donna was jealous but she was quick to tell her to ensure she ready for action, just in case. Eileen just reiterated that no matter how long it had been, she wouldn’t be jumping into bed with the first handsome, green eyed man she saw. No matter how delectable his lips were.

That morning, it was a long battle to figure out what to wear but after half an hour and many outfit changes, Eileen settled with a yellow summer’s dress, a white belt tying around the middle with white flat tennis shoes. Simple but elegant and she felt comfortable. Her makeup was minimal and her hair was put into a fishtail braid, over her right shoulder. It wasn’t a lie when she said that she felt as nervous as hell meeting Dean, as well as a little sceptical of whether he would actually turn up but she strapped in her nerves, picked up her notepad and made her way to the meeting point, wondering just how the day was going to go.

As promised, just before 12pm, Eileen heard a soft rumble coming towards her and turned her head to see the most gorgeous sleek black car pull up to the sidewalk, with the most gorgeous green eyed man inside. Dean put the Impala in park and hopped out, excited to see that Eileen was waiting for him. She trusted him. He felt his mouth go dry when he let his eyes wander over her outfit, she looked positively beautiful.

“Hi” Dean smiled as he come round the front of his car “You ready?”

Eileen just nodded softly “Ready as ever for whatever you’ve got planned”

“Great, hop in. Just gotta grab something first” Dean stated as he walked quickly into your place of work. Intent on getting another pie.

Eileen just watched him from the passenger side window. She admired his form and what he was wearing. His dark blue jeans, the dark blue shirt and the mustard and blue flannel that he adorned on top just made him look even better than he had the night before, if that was possible. She looked away and smiled as she studied his car. There was no telling that it was a classic, and it was in a remarkable condition. She noticed the box of tapes and studied them also, admiring the man’s taste in music.

  Before Eileen could look around anymore, the driver’s side door swung open and Dean entered, a fresh pie in his hands and Eileen just rolled her eyes playfully. She swore he had an addiction. With a nod and a smile from Dean, he fired up the impala’s engine and took off towards his destination. It wasn’t far out of town, to be honest, anyone could have actually walked to where Dean had parked the car although it would have obviously taken longer to get to the location. Eileen looked around and frowned slightly at their destination. Dean had pulled onto what could only be described as a gravel car park, with metal bars all around and the odd few trees here and there.

However, when they both got out of the car, Dean opened the trunk to grab a picnic basket and held his free hand out to Eileen “Trust me?” He questioned and Eileen took his hand, nodding slightly.

Dean led them off the gravel and down the side of a few random electric outlet buildings, Eileen having to watch her step a few times to ensure she didn’t trip on the uneven surface. She had to duck when Dean ducked, to avoid low hanging tree branches and match his steps to ensure she didn’t step in the wrong place. Soon enough, Dean whisked around and nearly made Eileen run into his chest.

“Wait here?” He asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Sure?” Eileen agreed, although questioning he motives.

Dean moved some branches out of his path before jogging off towards his destination, taking the picnic basket with him. Soon enough, he was coming back, moving the branches out the way again to greet Eileen with a wide grin.

“Ok, close your eyes” He said excitedly

“You’re not gonna murder me are you?” Eileen joked as she closed one eye, peaking at him through the other.

Dean laughed and shook his head “Not a chance”

Closing her eyes, she felt two strong hands encase her own as she was gently pulled forward. She felt the terrain beneath her feet change to something softer and the noise of the city seemed to have faded away. Dean didn’t have to walk her far before he asked her to sit, which she did and she placed her hands on the ground, feeling soft blades of grass between her fingers. With a nudge, Dean encouraged Eileen to open her eyes and when she grew accustomed to the light, she was in awe.

Dean had them sitting close to the river bed, leaning their backs against the trunk of a willow tree, the wilted branches encasing them in their own private world. The willow tree over looked the edge of a lake that conveyed into a river, it was tranquil and a place that Eileen fell in love with straight away “It’s beautiful” She whispered.

“Yeah” Dean breathed, sitting down next her.

Eileen was still struggling with how amazing this place was “How do you know of this place?” She questioned, looking towards Dean.

Dean smiled as he crossed his legs in front of him, he loved the way Eileen’s eyes had lit up “My mum used to bring me and my brother here when we were kids. Not many people know if it. It’s very secluded. I come down here to think sometimes” Dean stated as he leant to his left, pulling the picnic basket into view “Sandwich?”

“You brought a picnic?” Eileen chuckled, shaking her head slightly at the thoughtfulness of the man in front of her.

Dean just stared into Eileen’s dark brown orbs, unsure of why she was even asking that questions, the answer was obvious “Of course I brought a picnic” He stated as a matter of fact “Wouldn’t be a good date if I didn’t provide food”

“What?” Eileen whipped her head back around to look at Dean as he started to lay out the food in front of them on a blanket he had just put down. Date, this is a date? Internally she was screaming. She hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up but he had called it what it was.

“Leen, you don’t mind me calling you Leen do you?” Eileen just shook her head, biting at her bottom lip to stop the massive grin from breaking out. She watched as Dean started picking at a bag of pretzels that he had bought along as he went on with his thoughts “You’ve been writing in places that has caged your creativity. An apartment that, to you, is dull and your work place that provides a million and one distractions” He brushed his hands off of pretzel crumbs and looked deep into Eileen’s eyes and told her “Close your eyes and listen”

She did as instructed, the smile that she tried to hide now spreading across her lips “I can’t hear anything”

“That’s the point” Dean said quietly as she opened her eyes and bore straight into his. She noticed at this distance, the cluster of freckles that dusted over his nose and cheeks. The small specks of gold that mixed in with the mossy green of his orbs. Dean also noticed for the first time just how tanned her skin was, just how detailed her features were, how dark her eyes were. The air was charged around them and it took the gentle breeze of the wind knocking over the pretzel pack for Dean to snap away from her gaze.

Clearing his throat, he gestured towards the layout of the picnic “Take some food, a moment to yourself and just enjoy the peace” He smiled, taking his headphones out of a separate bag and looking towards her “See what flows”

“Dean” Eileen said softly, finding it hard to speak. Her stomach was in knots after the way he had just looked at her. The fact her had done all this for her, bringing her out to this personal private spot, making a picnic and just caring, meant the world to her.

“Trust me, I’m not going anywhere” Dean stated, as he placed his headphones on his head “I’ll be here, just giving you the peace you require” He smiled, as he crossed his arms and closed his eyes, enjoying his music and the feeling of the beautiful woman next to him.

It took a while for Eileen to move, she just couldn’t help but stare at this incredibly kind and sweet man next to her. Out of all the relationships she had been in before, not one of them had ever done something so special. So, she leant forward for a sandwich and ate quietly as she retrieved her notepad and pen from her bag. She looked around her and took every little detail in about this place, she listed to the tiniest of sounds and the flow of water and she was surprised at how relaxed she felt.

Before long, words were flowing through her, ideas were appearing in her mind one after the other and Eileen had never felt so excited. What she didn’t realise was that every now and again, Dean would open one eye just to check on her to make sure she was ok and he loved the sight of her next to him. He would smile to himself, shuffle slightly to get comfy again before going back to his music.

“I did it!” Eileen exclaimed suddenly, holding her pad in both hands as she shot up. Her feet bare upon the grass as she had taken off her shoes earlier on in the afternoon.

Dean heard her exclaim of the music, that and he felt the movement next to him. He moved his headphones off his head “You got past your block?” He questioned, hopefully.

Eileen nodded, pulling her pad to her chest “All thanks to you” She breathed honestly, admiration shining in her eyes at Dean.

Dean smiled but just shrugged as he got up “I didn’t do anything”

Eileen stepped closer to Dean, wanting to hug him but not wanting to overstep any boundaries “You did more thank you think” She said softly, looking towards the floor.

Dean noticed and gently placed his fingers under her chin “I know what it’s like to feel like you should give up on your dreams” He said, carefully tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear, which only made Eileen blush hard when his hand lingered there “Luckily I have a little brother who talked sense into me and here I am, years later with my own garage”

When Dean’s hand dropped back to his side, Eileen questioned “You’re a mechanic?”

“I am” Dean smiled, looking a bit bashful as he placed his hands in his pockets, kicking at the first on the floor “Looking at opening my second garage soon”

“That’s amazing” Eileen gushed, genuinely impressed at the businessman in front of her.

A sense of peace fell over the pair as they looked out towards the river. Eileen took a moment to think about how in the space of twenty four hours, her life had drastically changed for the better, all thanks to this one man. She was ready to give up on her dreams until Dean Winchester walked into her life.

Looking to the side of her, she smiled and asked quietly “How’d do you do it?”

“Do what? Open a garage?” Dean chuckled, side eyeing Eileen.

“No silly” She batted him playfully on the arm “How do you stay so positive?”

Dean smiled, the truth was he hadn’t always been so positive but things had happened in his life that had made him change his outlook and now he lives for the day. Tomorrow technically doesn’t exist yet, a thought he always had and he was always grateful for the day he had.

Dean turned towards Eileen, hands still in his pockets “You have to live your life with your arms wide open. Every day is an opportunity, grab it with both hands” He states, getting his hands free and making the grabbing gesture.

Eileen just nodded and held her stare with Dean, the tension between them palpable. Dean looked just behind her and noticed how the weather had quickly changed. “Come on, storm clouds are rolling in, let’s get you home”

With that, Eileen nodded and helped Dean pack the picnic away. He held out his free hand to her once again as he guided her back to his impala. They made the walk back to the car in a comfortable silence but Eileen couldn’t help but notice the feeling of Dean’s hand in hers. It was like her skin was burning from his touch. She couldn’t quell the feeling in her chest at the thought of him. Just where had he come from? She couldn’t believe her luck.

Being the gentlemen, Dean drove Eileen all the way back to her apartment building as the rain had started to come down heavily. Eileen was still on cloud nine, she had a whole new chapter to write up and some amazing new plot points to jot down to work with and she couldn’t thank Dean enough.

“Thank you Dean, today has been amazing” Eileen gushed, holding her handbag tight in her arms.

Dean turned towards Eileen as he rested his free arm on the back of the bench seat of the car “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it, Leen. See you tomorrow? A man needs his pie” He joked.

Eileen laughed and nodded “See you tomorrow”

She didn’t even think when she leant forward and placed a soft kiss on his cheek as a thank you. Dean’s breath hitched in his throat and he swore his heart stopped for a second.

“Hey, do you think I could get your number? You know, in case of a pie emergency?” He rushed out

Eileen just grabbed his phone and entered her number before sending a text to herself. Her cheeks were burning with her previous actions and she just wanted to bury her head into a pillow and squeal with excitement. She waved a soft goodbye as she entered her apartment complex and rested her head against the wood of her door. Did that day really just happen?

Eileen raced around her apartment, flinging off her shoes and heading towards her laptop. She was eager to get this chapter typed up before the fresh creative juices left her. She was scared it would go away as quickly as it came but when she had a whole two chapters written three hours later, she let out a shriek of excitement and did her own little victory dance through her study. With this new found confidence, all thanks to Dean, she opened her emails and dared to send a new preview to a few publishers, hoping this time, her luck will be different.

As soon as she sent the email, she opened up her phone to text the man that was responsible for it all.

9.07PM To: Dean Hey you. Just so you know, I’ve sent off a preview of my new fiction to a few publishers. All because of you. I can’t thank you enough. I may have to make you a few hundred pies. E xx

Soon enough, a reply popped up in her inbox and she couldn’t help but grin widely at seeing his name on her phones screen.

9.09PM From: Dean

That’s amazing news! I’ll keep everything crossed for you and hey, won’t say no to those pies. One a day over the next few hundred days? Sounds like a winner ;) D xx

 That night, Eileen went to bed feeling positive and so very happy and the feeling continued when she got into work the next morning, something that Donna definitely picked up on. Eileen had a spring in her step as she hung up her bag and a massive smile on her face.

“Look at the grin on you, what’s got you all smiley?” Donna encouraged, gently nudging her friend and colleague to gather more information.

“May have gone on a date yesterday?” Eileen said all coyly as she danced around the bakery.

“DATE? With who?” Donna may as well have screamed her response.

Eileen leant against the counter Donna was currently working on, mixing some flour between her fingers “Dean Winchester, the man who brought a pie from me two days ago”

“Lips trembling guy?!” Donna exclaimed, her mouth almost touching the floor.

“Don-” Eileen was just about to playfully tell off her friend when she was rudely interrupted.

“EILEEN! My office, now!” Crowley bellowed, his British tone ringing through the kitchen to which both of the girls winced.

Eileen had to admit that her stomach flipped over when she entered Crowley’s office, it felt seedy and cheap. Black velvet seats with red lining. It made her feel ill. Nevertheless, Eileen hugged her body as she sat down in front of her boss’s desk “Everything ok?” She questioned

“No Eileen, everything is NOT ok” Crowley snapped before he turned the monitor of computer around to face her “Take a look at this” Eileen was stared at the monitor screen where CCTV of two nights ago was being played, the night Dean found her beating up pastries with her notebook. She felt the colour drain out of her skin at what was to come.

Crowley turned the monitor back to face him before proceeding to scold his employee “Firstly, you vandalise my shop by having a tantrum, then you decide on works time to sit down and eat stock with a customer?” He scoffed, the volume of his voice getting louder.

Eileen was quick to defend herself “He paid for it and I didn’t vandalise you store, I admit I shouldn’t have lost my temper but I tided up after myself. He insisted that I sit down with him, I thought it was good customer service” She admitted honestly, her hands in front of her now on her lap.

Crowley held up his hand, as if to stop Eileen’s explanation “You know what, I’m through explaining myself to you. I’m through explaining things to my superiors because of you. I caught you fraternising with a customer and you think its ok. I’m sorry Eileen but you’re fired”

“What, you can’t” Eileen panicked, her hands now on his desk, pleading with him.

“I can. Get you coat, your wages will be in the bank by Friday” Crowley stated with no emotion at all.

“Fuck you!” Eileen shouted in anger as she stormed out of his office, grabbing her bag and running from the store. Not stopping for Donna’s calls, not stopping for traffic, not stopping for anything as she ran as fast as her legs could take her. She had no idea where to go, she didn’t want to go home so she went to the only other place she knew which would make her calm.

Back at the shop, Donna was in a spin. She can’t believe that Crowley had just fired the only other employee that they had and she ensured that she gave him a piece of her mind. Something that Crowley just shrugged off. Donna had never been so angry, as she slung the dough around the kitchen in between serving customers. She had just managed to get five minutes to herself when she heard the doorbell go, alerting her of a new customer.

With a sigh, she placed down her drink and shouted through from the kitchen “I’ll be with ya in two seconds” Donna bustled about, flinging some more pies into the over before showing her flour covered face to the new customer in her store. As she came around the counter, she certainly recognised the broad bow legged beauty in front of her “Oh Dean right?” She acknowledged

“Yeah…wait…how did you?” Dean agreed in confusion.

Donna just waved him off with her impatience “Eileen. Listen sugar, she’s not here. She ran out of this store, ridiculously upset. You need to find her” She stated bluntly as she pointed out of the store.

Without even answering Donna, Dean ran out of that shop as quickly as he could, intent on finding Eileen. He was worried, he didn’t like the idea of her being upset and the thought of her being upset and on her own, made his heart break. Racing to his car, he pulled out his phone and tried to call Eileen but she wasn’t picking up so he threw his phone to the side of him in frustration. He wasted no time in getting to her apartment complex and searching for her name on the buzzers outside.

“Come on dammit” He growled as he kept pressing her buzzer, however there was no answer. He looked up and down the street as he tried to think of where she could have gone. He didn’t know her that well, they’d been on one date and he didn’t know much about her but that’s when it hit him. He moved quickly back to his car as he thought about where he took her just yesterday on their first date, he hoped she was there. He hoped she was safe.

Sitting close to the willow trunk, Eileen wiggled her toes into the grassy bank. It was late afternoon on a cloudy day, every now and then strong breezes came through the wilted branches of the willow. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the peaceful sounds of nature as she willed the tears away that were threatening to fall. She didn’t know what she was doing here, it’s just where her mind seemed to take her when she was running. She liked that no one knew about this place, or so Dean said, so no one would be able to find her and right now, Eileen just wanted to be alone. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them, leaning her face to one side as she finally stopped holding her sobs back.

Eileen didn’t know how long she had been there, sobbing and letting her tears fall but she soon fell silent when she heard footsteps behind her. Just as they got close enough, she found a heavy stone to the side of her and swung her stone wielding arm around in defence.

“Woah hey now” Dean immediately dodged and held his hands up in surrender. His eyes scanning Eileen’s tiny form, looking to see if she was hurt.  

She quickly wiped her eyes with her free hand as she laid down her stone “What are you doing here?” Eileen questioned, shamefully looking away from Dean.

Dean proceeded to step forward to get closer to Eileen “I came to see you on my lunch like I promised, Donna said-”

“What? That I’ve been fired?!” Eileen snapped, interrupting his sentence as she bolted upright into standing.

Dean was shocked as she took in Eileen’s facial expression. She looked broken and defeated, the sparkle in her eyes had gone and it was killing him“…what? No she said that something had happened and you’d ran out the shop” His face said it all, he wanted to hold her and comfort her, so he took a step forward intending to do just that “Eileen, I’m so sorry”

But Eileen stepped back, one hand in front of her “Just…don’t. You don’t even know me” It was true, he had only known her for 48 hours but her mind was playing tricks on her. Telling her that she couldn’t possibly be happy, that she was living in a fairy tale.

“But I want too” Deans voice broke through her thoughts and Eileen snapped her eyes up from the ground to look into his.

“I have no idea why” She stated honestly as she started to curl into herself, one arm wrapping around her stomach. Dean went to say something but she stopped him before he even started “No, before you even start, I don’t want to hear it” She lied, her mind was saying things differently than what her heart was telling her “I don’t need to hear words of comfort because you don’t mean them. Why would you?” Eileen shouted.

Eileen’s question lingered in the air as she started to walk backwards away from Dean, towards the river. Fresh storm clouds overheard brought fresh onsets of heavy rain and as she turned to walk away from him, the heavens opened. Rods of rain hammered down upon her but she didn’t care, thankfully however, Dean did.

“Because believe it or not, I do care about you” He shouted as he followed her into the rain. Those few simple words making Eileen stop in her tracks “The other day I was just a mechanic who came into your coffee shop for some pie” Dean continued through the rain, pacing so he was now standing in front of her, looking into her red rimmed eyes, her dark hair stuck to her face “Now I’m a mechanic, with a name, standing in front of this gorgeous aspiring author, asking her to breathe” He said gently as he placed his hands either side of her face.

Eileen growled as she pulled his hands away from her face “I can’t breathe Dean, I’ve lost my job” She shouted as she started to pace around in front of him, her arms flailing “Which means I can’t pay my bills, I can’t pay my rent, I-” Eileen walked in front of Dean but as she was throwing her arms around in a panic, her green eyed knight came up behind her and pulled her back flush to his chest. He then held her hands in his as he stretched her arms out widely to the sides.

Winded by the sudden motion and contact, Eileen felt her heart racing in her chest “What are you doing?” She whispered, gently twisting her wrists in his grip.

“Close your eyes and concentrate” Dean whispered softly into her ear, his breath ghosting her neck and Eileen did as she was told. She was concentrating on everything around her. The way the rain sounded as it hit the floor and the river, the way the wind felt against her skin, the way Dean felt against her skin. Dean hadn’t moved, his lips were still dangerously close to her ear “Feel the rain on your skin?” He asked

Eileen merely nodded, not trust her voice to say more than one word “Yes” She couldn’t trust herself not to whimper against him.

“How does it feel?” He asked again, a soothing tone to his voice, his body still pressed against hers, the rain still coming down heavy upon the couple.

Eileen took a deep breath, keeping her eyes closed and concentrated on how she felt “Cold, refreshing, relaxing”

Gently Dean let go of Eileen and took a step back, he saw how calm she had become as she gently lowered her arms before turning around and looking at him. He thanked his lucky stars that he found her and he couldn’t believe that she hadn’t felt the way his heart was racing as she was pulled tightly to his chest.

He gestured towards her “No one else can feel that for you Leen. You’re in control of you so every time you feel like you can’t breathe, take that moment and see what you can feel” He stepped forward, his thumb on her chin as his other hand wiped the soaking wet hair from her brow “Concentrate on the now” He whispered.

That’s all it took. That and a mutual glance at each other’s lips before they connected in a kiss that made them both breathless. Eileen brought her hands up to his shoulders, one hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as she tried to deepen the kiss. Dean merely smiling into her lips as he noticed she was on her tiptoes due to her 5ft1 stature.

Unwillingly pulling away, but having too due to her legs hurting from stretching, Eileen’s was sure her cheeks had never been so red. Dean just beamed ear to ear as he cupped her face in his large hands “Now that, that was very good concentration” He grinned and Eileen just slapped him playfully. Chuckling he, takes her hand in his and pulls her back towards the willow “Let’s get out of the rain”

Cuddling at the base of the willow tree, Dean shrugged off his jacket to place around Eileen’s shoulders all the while explaining to her that he’s like a radiator and hardly feels the cold. She’s grateful as she pulls it closer, the smell of the leather and Dean was intoxicating. Eileen may have lost her job, but she had gained something so much more precious in Dean and as she sat there, under the willow tree, wrapped in his arms, she realised that. She made sure that she kept stealing kisses from him when he wasn’t looking which made him smile. He had never been so happy.

The heavy rain started to turn into a light shower, Dean looking through the willows branches to see if it was safe to make the dash to the impala and he could see that the sun was trying to break through the clouds. Just as they were about to move however, a notification came though on Eileen’s phone, prompting her to pull it from her back pocket to take a look.

“Oh my god” She uttered, her free hand coming to cover her mouth.

“What?” Dean panicked, thinking the worst.

Eileen looked straight at Dean, her eyes brimming with tears “Dean, it’s the publishers”

“What!” Dean exclaimed, scooting closer to her “Read it, read it” he urged, running his hand through her hair in encouragement.

This was it, this was the moment of truth and Eileen couldn’t deny the feeling of dread she had in her stomach. She couldn’t face another rejection not today. So she opened the email and shoved it into Dean’s face, letting him read it to her, all the while keep her eyes tightly closed.

Dean broke into a grin when he read the email and nudged her gently, encouraging her to open her eyes. When she did, he nodded at her phone which made her look down and read her own email.

“They loved my idea, they want to discuss publication details with me” Eileen squealed, her legs shaking with excitement.

Dean laughed at her reaction, using the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders to bring her in for a kiss “Congratulations sweetheart” He muttered against her hair as he placed a gently kiss on her temple.

Eileen was on cloud nine, reading the email over and over again. She nearly missed Dean’s question “How is your story going?”

Placing her phone back into her pocket, she nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears “Good, I’m at the chapter where the two protagonists have realised their feelings for each other” She joked, coyly smiling towards Dean.

“Oh really?” The green eyed Winchester raised his eyebrows, quickly cottoning on to what Eileen was implying.

“Uh – huh” She smiled, leaning closer towards his plump lips.

“So what will happen next?” He whispered, his nose brushing against hers.

“You’ll have to read it to find out” She replied, her lips merely inches away from his.

Dean leant down for a simply kiss, sighing in contentment as he spoke softly “Need some inspiration?”

All Eileen could do was nod.

“Always”

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this is a prompt fill from way back when i had haikyuusickfics!  from here on out i’ll be reposting anything i have saved on my computer from my blogs that got deleted.  i’ll be tagging them with ‘old writing,’ and i’ll release them in a queue once a day!  i may wait until all of the old ones are posted again to post fills to new asks, but i’d like to get to working on them in advance, so feel free to send stuff to my inbox!

as far as what to send: honestly, feel free to send whatever, as long as it’s not NSFW, but just know that if i don’t feel like filling it, i just won’t.  the more detail you put into an ask, the more likely i’ll want to fill it.  try to convince me of why the scenario appeals to you, and it will make me much more likely to fill it!

ANYWAY!  here’s a very old fill

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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When Suga’s phone rang, he answered without looking to see who it was.  He’d assumed it was Daichi.  He was correct.  However, he also assumed that his friend had called to ask a question about their homework or to get Suga’s opinion on how to strategize against their next opponent in volleyball, and in that regard, he was completely wrong.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Suga, do you have any Ibuprofen?”

“Daichi?  You have a headache?  You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not a bad one.  I probably won’t even need the medicine, I just want to have it in case it gets worse.”

Suga pursed his lips.  It was unusual for Daichi to ask for help for anything, even less for him to be unprepared, and almost unheard of for him to admit he was in pain if it wasn’t unbearable.  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Daichi made an exasperated noise on the other end of the line and Suga could have kicked himself.  “I’m fine, honestly, Suga.  Actually, I’m not even sure why I called, it’s really not a bit deal.  Never-“

“Alright, I’ll be over there with the medicine in 20.  Just relax until I get there, okay?”

Daichi sighed, but Suga hung up before he could tell him not to go overboard.  He was definitely going to go overboard.

Precisely 20 minutes later Suga was knocking on Daichi’s door with an armful of not only Ibuprofen, but also Tylenol, soup, and tea.  Nobody responded, which was strange and fairly concerning.  Suga pulled out his phone to text Daichi only to see that he’d already received multiple texts from him.

From: Daichi

7 minutes ago

I found some ibuprofen

5 minutes ago

you don’t have to come

2 minutes ago

sriously suga dont come

2 minutes ago

m fine.

Suga read the texts through twice, eyeing the deterioration of Daichi’s punctuation and feeling his heart sink more with every mistake.  Maybe he was paranoid, but something felt off.  In the end, it was Daichi’s use of a period in the last text that did it.  Daichi never used periods when texting.

Without further ado, Suga grabbed the spare key Daichi had given him and let himself in, despite the warning that had come along with the key: “If you abuse it, you lose it.”  Suga thought this may be something worth losing it for.

He poked his head in the door.

“Hello?”  When nobody responded, he stepped inside, if only to dump the groceries on the ground to relieve his arms.  The house was quiet, and dark, but Suga could hear the sound of the television playing softly coming from upstairs.  He followed the noise, and, unsurprisingly, it led him to Daichi’s room.  He raised his hand to knock, but thought better of it when he noticed that Daichi’s room was dark, and wondered if maybe Daichi’s headache had gotten worse.  Instead of knocking, he opened the door as quietly as possible.

Sure enough, Daichi was laying curled up on his bed.  However, rather than holding his head as Suga had expected, he was clutching pitifully at his stomach.  He opened the door wider and it creaked enough to get Daichi’s attention.  He rolled over to face the door with effort.

“Suga?  Didn’t you-“  Daichi sucked in a sharp, pained breath.  He released it slowly.  “Didn’t you get my texts?”

“Mhm.”

“So why’d you come?”

“Had a hunch something was wrong.”  Suga walked over and sat down on the side of the bed.  “I was right.”

Daichi shifted so that his friend could lie down, too, but instead of relaxing, Suga pried Daichi’s hands away from his abdomen.

“Honestly, I’m fi-“  Daichi had only begun to say he was fine when Suga started massaging his stomach.  Daichi shuddered, and at first Suga thought maybe he’d made things worse, but then he saw the tension flow out of his shoulders.  Suga smiled innocently.

“What was that?  You want me to leave?”

“Ugh, Suga, what the heck?  ‘re you’re hands magic or something?”

“Or something.”  He massaged Daichi’s stomach as he spoke.  “So what happened?  I thought you had a headache?”

“Yeah, but really, it wasn’t that bad.  Not a migraine, at least.  I took the Ibuprofen just in case, but then my stomach started to act up.”

Suga winced.  “Act up how, exactly?”

“Just, y’know, cramps and stuff.”

“Yeah, it’s the “and stuff” that I’m worried about.  Do you feel sick at all?”  At the mere mention of being sick Daichi paled.  Suga nodded.  “I’m going to take that as a yes.  Man, I think you may have caught the stomach bug that’s been going around.”

Daichi groaned and Suga cast him a sympathetic glance in response.  “Anyway, maybe it won’t be too bad.  If the belly rubs are helping, that’s a good sign.”

Daichi grunted as his eyes drifted shut, but moments later drowzily opened them again, blinking slowly.  Suga chuckled.

“Stop that,” he laughed.

“Hm?”  Daichi mumbled.

“Don’t try and stay awake, you should be sleeping this off.”

“But you’re-“

“I’m here, and I’ll stay here whether you’re sleeping or not.  Jeez.  Close you’re eyes already.”

Daichi frowned, but did as he was told.  Moments later, Suga felt the tension leave his friend’s body and he knew he was asleep.  He smiled, and continued rubbing Daichi’s stomach.

They stayed that way for so long that both of Suga’s feet fell asleep, but he didn’t mind.  He was glad Daichi was resting.  Unfortunately, it didn’t last forever.  Inevitably, Daichi woke up, and this he did with a distinctively nauseas gurgle.  Suga started at the noise and his hands faltered momentarily.

“Dai?”

Daichi blinked his eyes slowly, confusion dominating his face.  “Suga?”  The sick boy swallowed convulsively and Suga noted the sweat now coating his face.

“Hey there, how are you feeling, kid?”

Daichi groaned, and the crease between Suga’s brows deepened.

“You gonna be sick?”

Daichi’s only response was a hiccup.  He moaned and made a pitiful attempt at burrowing beneath the covers.  Had he not been so concerned, Suga probably would have laughed at his friend’s antics.  As it was, he couldn’t afford to waste time on humor.  He tugged the covers away, just so he could see Daichi’s face.

“Seriously, Daichi, this is important.  Do you feel like you’re gonna hurl?”

Daichi put a hand to his mouth as if even the thought of it made him want to barf, and that was response enough for Suga.

“Dammit, Daichi, you should’ve said sooner.  Can you make it to the bathroom?”

Daichi’s shoulders hitched dramatically and Suga moved to grab the barf bucket even before his friend shook his head.  In a valiant effort, Daichi suppressed three retches before bile made its way through his nose, splattering on the blankets before Suga had a chance to return.  Nose now filled with the scent of sick, Daichi’s nausea more than doubled.  He attempted to take a breath, but that was the last straw.

Fortunately, Suga arrived just in time to position the bowl under Daichi’s chin as the sick boy threw up.  A small amount of clear bile splashed in first, but was immediately followed, without any time for Daichi to take a breath, by a forceful mixture of a burp and a heave that brought up a much more puke, this time brown and of a thicker consistency.  Suga put a hand on Daichi’s shoulder to steady him when he lurched forward, and could feel him shaking.  The large bowl was more than halfway full by the time Daichi was able to take a breath (a testament both to the speed with which the foul substance had exited Daichi’s body and to the length of time he’d been vomiting).  However, even then he only got half a breath before he coughed loudly and was yet again unable to inhale.  Another rush of sick filled his mouth.  He shuddered and allowed it to exit his system.  It splashed into the bowl, and some of it splashed out.  Daichi wheezed, and Suga worried at how red his friend’s face was, not to mention how badly the boy was shaking.  Suga helped Daichi lean back into his pillows.

“There you go, you feel any better?”

Daichi shook his head the tiniest bit and dizziness overwhelmed him.  His stomach rolled.  Suga held the bowl steady in his lap, but Daichi didn’t have an ounce of strength left to position himself over it.

“Daichi?”  Suga sensed that something was off, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.  Daichi knew that, and he tried to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth it was filled with last night’s liquified dinner.  This time it did not come up so quickly, rather in the form of a thin, steady stream.  Daichi tucked his chin in and allowed it to spill onto his chest shirt.

“Oh, shit, Dai!”  Suga helped him sit up so that Daichi was able to cough up the last few mouthfuls of bile into the bowl, but the damage had been done.

“I’m sorry,” Daichi rasped.  “Suga, I’m so- hurk!”  Daichi’s back muscles tightened beneath Suga’s palm.  Suga hushed his friend.

“Sh, c’mon, Dai, it’s not a big deal.  Here, let me help you…”

Suga expertly folded Daichi’s shirt in on itself so that he could lift it off without getting any of the vomit on Daichi.  He threw the shirt in a trashcan and urged Daichi to his feet.  He squeezed his friend’s hand tightly and looked him in the eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise.  Do you believe me?”

Unsteady though he was, Daichi could see the confidence in Suga’s eyes, and a fiery message: I dare you to disagree.  It was too soon, still for a smile, but he could manage a hand squeeze in return.  Suga got the message.

“Good.”  Suga brushed Daichi’s sweaty hair off of his forehead before guiding him to the bathroom.  “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

[putris-et-mulier]

I have a big announcement and I'm going to get really emotional, so heads up

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But I think this will be for the best

Some of you guys have been following me for years and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. You guys have been so kind, it's because of you I haven't had to buy toilet paper in over two years. I've been through a lot while running this blog and some of you have watched and supported me throughout the whole journey.

I thought I would be dead by 30, everyone did, but I just turned 32 and although my health has always been declining I'm not at risk for dropping dead this second. I also am running a household and taking care of my mother who has very severe Alzheimer's. My family has gone from simply not helping to beginning to scheme to get things like mom's Social Security number for reasons I haven't figured out yet. I've been in the hospital a lot since I started this blog, I was officially hospitalized twice and lived in a home once. I've broken my ankles, knees, wrists, nose, broken teeth out of my face, torn half my face off, I became anemic multiple times because there's times I simply didn't have any money to eat for a few days, I had to sell my car and because I can't get in one unless it's wheelchair acceptable I am as good as confined to my neighborhood unless I want to take public transit but things like today happen, I couldn't go see Logan for my birthday because the transit simply wasn't running this weekend. Because of a mistake with IHSS the first caretaker I got earlier this year stole $7,000 from me. Things keep happening so I can't even attempt to bring mom's medical bills down.

I'm just so tired.

And unhappy.

I started this blog right after I lost my ability to write or type and I don't think I could've dealt with how big of a loss that was if I did not this blog to hang out on and talk to you guys about comic books with.

I need less responsibility, if not off-line then certainly online. I want to create things again. Fully formed things I can take pride in. Because none of this is going to get easier, it's just going to become different and if I want to make it work I have to live differently to accommodate it.

This sounds dramatic, like a suicide note, but this is actually about something I'm excited about and think some of you will be too but I know a lot of you will feel a bit betrayed.

About when I stopped writing a friend and I created a publishing company. It's actually extremely easy to do, especially if you only sell digital books which we don't, but it would've be easy. I'm not legally allowed to have anything under my name so my friend put it under hers and has her taxes all complicated up because of it. My friend put in a $1000 nest egg and we use the company to try to find unpublished and marginalized writers, artists, and models. We had seen firsthand the inequality that goes on in those industries. So, we made Good Mourning. It's run by me and my two best friends that I've known since we were children. Recently we developed something we are calling The Discourse which is where we will be doing a lot of what I do here, talk about pop-culture stuff and get academic or open a discussion on social justice, but the other two are involved which means the same thing but with a bigger variety of fandoms. It's a podcast, soon to be an ezine, blog, and we are going to publish a line of discourse books which are going to be like social justice handbooks with a fandom theme.

I'm excited about this. It gives me new opportunities to try writing in different ways, it consolidates a lot of things that I do already, I'll get a chance to be a fan again instead of a web mistress, and my friends will be so closely involved that if there are some days I just can't get in my wheelchair I know everything will be taken care of.

The only problem is, if I left I would miss all of you. Even the ones who hate me. Maybe it's childish to not want to let go of things but this is the Internet and if you're going to be childish, you should do it here.

I am turning this blog into The Discourse (the blog version)

I'm still going to be posting all the new Deadpool stuff but now it's also going to be more of the same things with other fandoms as well like all of X-Men and K–Pop and other hyphenated things. I suppose it won't be that much different, just no reposts from the archive of Deadpool stuff all day, I'll just be putting my favorite old posts in the queue by hand so it's all good. 

None of the current content will be removed, all of those info op-ed posts like about Deadpool sexuality they will still be here and I will still update them but now I'll be doing them about different characters as well.

The name won't be the same, but it actually hasn't always been the same. This one's just become infamous. I hope you do decide to stay with me at least for a while, I'm going to do my best for all of you.

Good Mourning has taken over the financial responsibility of this blog and we are now The Discourse.

Are you a sellout if you sell out to yourself?

And you have to put up with a new moderator, cosmic. But if you guys have been here for a while you probably have heard her on the podcast. Quick bio: she's terrified of everything and loves Doctor Who.

Obviously I'm going to be changing things around here a little bit but it's nothing you'll see from your dashboard. Also, we plan on coming out with the first issue of our ezine next month and since is the first one it's going to be all us but we really want you guys to participate. Maybe you have a short poem about your asshole or, perhaps preferably, your favorite character's asshole? I can promise you, your poem is getting in the very next issue. I'll have more details for you soon.

And since I'm not solely responsible for anything anymore I'm going to get to do some really cool things, like giveaways here. Even for people who just follow the blog. I get to borrow the business card to get the prizes so you guys could even choose what you want. And I could go to Party City and get some of those participation trophies for the losers. Or we can behave like responsible adults, unlike the generation before us, and giveaway fandom merchandise that is not toys it says so on the box.

I'm excited, I hope you aren't disappointed. I have to think of my health. My physical health can't take all the responsibility and my psychological/spiritual health needs me to keep investing myself in fandom shenanigans.

My personal blog still is genoshaisforlovers.tumblr.com

and if you want to get to me somewhere else you can always go to christyleighstewart.com I always direct it to where or what I'm doing at the time

If you send in an anonymous ask here about this I won't be able to answer you but I will answer everyone privately about this.

It's still me here. Things are going to be different but I swear to God I am sitting in my seat the exact same way and "typing" this the same way I usually do.

If this whole Discourse thing isn't your…thing but if you love me personally I am also at my personal blog. The me talking openly, that's all moving over there. Over here I am working as your game master or… Alice in Wonderland would be a better metaphor, right? So I'm working as your Mad Hatter?

It's a cliché but I am selling out so, yeah, I am now the Mad Hatter.

And I'd like to welcome you to this tea party just give me a second and

so now that we're seated comfortably, all of this remains free as does the podcast but you don't get the rewards unless you subscribe at least $1 to The Discourse

As the Mad Hatter I can tell you, specifically the blog members, without embarrassment that this whole project is and act of love, as everything we've done always has been and always will be, because the profit goes toward me as a paycheck and as I can only make so much money within a year without losing any of my benefits and I get to decide what goes on my paychecks and she is totally mens sana in corpore sano, officers, so it's cool as long as the stuff I do is worth anything to people. I just set it at $1 to join because that dollar has a president on it with the least value and thanks to the election George Washington will be the second least valuable dollar.

– Christy

[inukag]

PSA about the state of my blog under the cut it’s really long and i didn’t want to invade your dashes so it’s under read more!!

i’ll be honest I haven’t been really motivated to make inuy//asha stuff lately (except for stuff i make for events) for various reason... 

 i feel like the fandom is kind of becoming dormant again? almost all my favorite blogs post less frequently or they completely left the fandom... 

going in the inuy//asha tag lately makes me almost angry lmao. all i see is reposts, unsourced fanarts, random people answering asks or “get to know me” kind of posts.. so there’s rarely any new content and i’m struggling to fill up my queue :/ 

most of the inu//kag content that i see nowadays isn’t really.... my thing, lol. Most people oversexualize them or they just make them way too... cheesy? idk how to explain it but it kind of gets on my nerves and like i said, my favorite content creators are less active so i don’t see the kind of inu//kag stuff that i really like :c

anyway. i’ve been talking to some of my friends about the fact that i wanted to become a multifandom blog for MONTHS now (at first it was bc i wanted to get away from drama, but now that i blocked half of the fandom i’m fine lol) but i think its finally time :’)

my main problem is that all my fandoms don’t really fit into one “aesthetic”-__- i know some people post other anime on their blogs and that’s cool but honestly inuyasha is the only anime i really care about bc i’m more of a video game person... so yeah... it will probably be a mess but i kind of want my main blog with my biggest follower count to really reflect who i am, you know??  i will still reblog all the inu//yasha posts i find that i like, but i’ll try to slowly incorporate stuff from other fandoms too! i’ve been having a blast playing dra//gon age inqui//sition and i recorded some scenes that i really want to gif so i’ll probably start with that.  also mass eff//ect andro//meda and zel//da bo//tw are coming soon and i’m SO HYPED. (sorry for all the // btw i just don’t want this post to end up in these tags lol)

i’m obsessed with organization so i’ll tag absolutely everything i reblog if you want to blacklist some stuff! i feel so bad for keeping the inu//kag url and not being a 100% inuy//asha blog tho T_T i hate when canon urls are taken by multifandom blogs and now i’m doing the same thing lmao but i’m still hosting inu//kag week and i won’t stop making inu//kag edits and gifs so i guess it’s okay? right? lol

i know i’m making a bigger deal out of this than i should but hey that’s what happen when you overthink everything ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ just to give you an idea of how organized i am my queue rn is always an alternation of canon (anime,manga) and then fanon (fanarts,fanfics). and honestly just the thought of disrupting that order was making me super nervous i even talked about it with my boyfriend and he was just like “cynthia... no one cares except you” and i know he’s right LOL. 

ANYWAY #2 if you read all of this thank you i appreciate ya and goodnight!!