#chuck/lieb

[alex-multi-shipper]

Chuck/Lieb playlist vintage edition for hbowartournament 🥰

[basilone]

[balladofthe101st]

it was pretty cool of webster to step up and let liebgott pass on the patrol, even when lieb and the others have been nothing but snappish at and snarky to him the whole time he got back. he took their jabs silently and tried to make it up to liebgott them

bonus: the look on martin's face when he realized web's taking lieb's place in the patrol and had lieb sit out being in the lead patrol. yeah, he knows they're in love

[sidsledge]

the way chuck smiles soo big after web gets joe out of the patrol... like i know it's his overall happiness or whatever but if i ignore reality hard enough. it looks like he was clocking their tea right then and there

[sixtymortars]

genuinely so funny that basically all of the second platoon bitches who were mean to web in tlp were in first platoon with him…liebgott ramirez and babe hated seeing his ass coming they thought they escaped

[daskindderstille]

[dailydoseofweb]

Dear Web’s Diary,

You know they do this just to mess with you?

Snafu gets you worked up, one way or another it would seem, and then Chuckler helps direct you towards Lieb and from there the bets are on. Whether you fuck him or fight him, doesn’t really matter.

It’s Snafu’s way of making it up to you for being a bit of an ass in the past. He’s got you and Lieb’s love language pegged.

Kinda funny to see really.

-Chuck

[eine-wie-wir]

Chuck: Deine Welt wäre einfacher wenn ich nicht zurück käme.

Blair: Das stimmt, aber es wäre nicht meine Welt, wenn du fehltest.

[yeoldenews]

While we’re on the subject of names, is there an explanation for how traditional nicknames came about that are seemingly unrelated to, or have little in common with, the original name?

ie- John/Jack, Richard/Dick, Henry/Harry/Hank, Charles/Chuck, Margaret/Peggy/Daisy, Sarah/Sally, Mary/Molly, Anne/Nan, etc

I am actually over a week into researching a huge follow-up post (probably more than one if I’m being honest) about the history of nickname usage, so I will be going into this in much, much more detail at a hopefully not-so-later date - if I have not lost my mind. (Two days ago I spent three hours chasing down a source lead that turned out to be a typographical error from 1727 that was then quoted in source after source for the next 150 years.)

As a preview though, here’s some info about the names you mentioned:

The origins of a good portion of common English nicknames come down to the simple fact that people really, really like rhyming things. Will 🠞Bill, Rob🠞Bob, Rick🠞Dick, Meg🠞Peg.

It may seem like a weird reason, but how many of you have known an Anna/Hannah-Banana? I exclusively refer to my Mom’s cat as Toes even though her name is Moe (Moesie-Toesies 🠞 Toesies 🠞 Toes).

Jack likely evolved from the use of the Middle English diminutive suffix “-chen” - pronounced (and often spelled) “-kyn” or “kin”. The use of -chen as a diminutive suffix still endures in modern German - as in “liebchen” = sweetheart (lieb “love” + -chen).

John (Jan) 🠞 Jankin 🠞 Jackin 🠞 Jack.

Hank was also originally a nickname for John from the same source. I and J were not distinct letters in English until the 17th Century. “Iankin” would have been nearly indistinguishable in pronunciation from “Hankin” due to H-dropping. It’s believed to have switched over to being a nickname for Henry in early Colonial America due to the English being exposed to the Dutch nickname for Henrik - “Henk”.

Harry is thought to be a remnant of how Henry was pronounced up until the early modern era. The name was introduced to England during the Norman conquest as the French Henri (On-REE). The already muted nasal n was dropped in the English pronunciation. With a lack of standardized spelling, the two names were used interchangeably in records throughout the middle ages. So all the early English King Henrys would have written their name Henry and pronounced it Harry.

Sally and Molly likely developed simply because little kids can’t say R’s or L’s. Mary 🠞 Mawy 🠞 Molly. Sary 🠞 Sawy 🠞 Sally.

Daisy became a nickname for Margaret because in French garden daisies are called marguerites.

Nan for Anne is an example of a very cool linguistic process called rebracketing, where two words that are often said/written together transfer letters/morphemes over time. The English use of “an” instead of “a” before words beginning with vowels is a common cause of rebracketing. For example: the Middle English “an eute” became “a newt”, and “a napron” became “an apron”. In the case of nicknames the use of the archaic possessive “mine” is often the culprit. “Mine Anne” over time became “My Nan” as “mine” fell out of use. Ned and Nell have the same origin.

Oddly enough the word “nickname” is itself a result of rebracketing, from the Middle English “an eke (meaning additional) name”.

I realized earlier this week that my cat (Toe’s sister) also has a rebracketing nickname. Her name is Mina, but I call her Nom Nom - formed by me being very annoying and saying her name a bunch of time in a row - miNAMiNAMiNAM.

Chuck is a very modern (20th century) nickname which I’ll have to get back to you on as I started my research in the 16th century and am only up to the 1810s so far lol.

[alex-multi-shipper]

We don't have a lot but we've got each other.

Well, I know we're not gonna win this pole, but i wanna do this anyway. So I decided to start posting all this while I'm writing my work.

Chuck and Joe, post war, Letterman hospital at some point. Joe received a telegram from Babe and gathered his guts to come visit Chuck and talk.

[basilone]

Lieb/Tab?? Do tell me more, I haven't thought about them together!

Ahahahahaa okay okay lemme fill you in because so far this ship is mostly me, a couple of friends, and canon cornchips.

Lieb/Tab (or Lieb/Tab/Chuck if we're going the throuple route) is just something that works for me. They're no-nonsense, heart-on-sleeves sorta dudes who carry the "I'm not joking if you're not joking"-energy when it comes to relationships. If we're viewing them in a shippy context, they're the dudes who're friends first and gradually shift into that intimacy of holding hands and kissing and so on.

And the thing is, canon actually puts them together a few times in ways that show they clearly get along really well and just gravitate toward one another. There's a familiarity there that shows they're comfy touching each other, laughing together, sitting quietly together... and I think if you look at their personalities you might see why it works so well. I don't think of them as combative with each other, they've just always got the other's back.

Canon's got us this far:

There's this interaction prior to their first jump. There's them reconnecting in Normandy, which I sadly did not gif in full but still. There's Lieb immediately jumping to Tab's rescue, parking himself on Tab's legs and checking his injuries. There's them (+ Chuck) lounging around in the convent.

And I think there might be other moments around, like this one, where they're just vibing in the same scene and all? I don't know, for me there's a lot of potential here that this fandom's been sleeping on for years. And honestly I've seen ships sail on way less canon than this! 😂 I have written short bits with them before, sometimes in combo with Chuck, and there's this gorgeous thing from @shoshiwrites, but overall we're sorely lacking in the fic department (so far).

[rogue-durin-16]

HEAD-TO-HEAD (part XVII/?)

Summary: Joe thought she was pretty. Had he just said that, things might have been different for them. Maybe they wouldn't have gone head-to-head at each other for three years like it was a contest.

Pairing: Joseph Liebgott x Reader

Genre: angst/rivals to lovers

Tags:

Head-to-head: @derersketnoget @ladystardustfromarss @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @sxalbatf @jetjuliette @luvrottt @fromjupitertocentauri @ecompstolemysoul @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @bitter-post-millennial

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark

Permanent taglist: @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, violence, blood

A/N: god knows I wasn't gonna post this shit tomorrow if I had let it sit in my drafts for another day, so here comes yet another chapter written at an unholy hour. Enjoy<3

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'I don't owe you an answer.'

'People fuck, Joe.'

'Calm down.'

Her words bounced inside my head like fucking ricochet. Up, down, side to side, hitting every spot of my skull, driving me insane with her faux indifference coated by the thinnest layer of sympathy.

What was even worse is that she wasn't wrong, was she? People do fuck, and she did not owe me answers. But after an entire day of looping those three sentences over and over and over until they lost their meaning, who was wrong or right mattered little.

The snow cushioned my bootsteps as I stalked across the Bois Jacques, cold biting through every layer like it wanted to take me out too. Ahead, the boys sat in a loose circle around what passed for lunch lately; cold beans, stale bread and shit jokes.

Chuck had his profile to me. That stupid lazy laugh of his carrying in the air like everything was fine. His face pivoted to my frame when he caught the determined movement in the corner of his eyes. My expression must have been too unmoved for him to read the room correctly.

"I'm not givin' you my beans, Lieb." He started, soft amusement stringing his tone. "You go make that queue like all—"

The punch landed square against his jaw—a clean right hook. No hesitation, no warning. Just frostbitten knuckles to bone and the thump of Chuck hitting the ground beside the lodge he had taken as seat.

"Jesus Christ!" More, who was the closest to Chuck, jolted up.

"What the hell, Joe?" Popeye questioned, kneeling down to pull up Chuck.

"What a fuckin' friend you are." I hissed, zeroed in on the blonde man, still too stunned to understand what had just happened. He blinked the sharp pain away, his gloved hand shooting up to his bleeding nose. Confusion danced in his eyes, as if he didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.

That just made it worse.

Alley must have read it in the way my foot shifted forward as if I was planning to lunge at our friend again, because he was the first to grab me, pulling back hard by the arm. "Hey—hey, knock it off—"

"Let go." I growled, shoving him off.

"What's going on here?" Lieutenant Compton's voice cut in like a whipcrack as he approached, eyeing the blood on Chuck's face, then looking at me. "What's this about?"

My laugh scraped my throat on its way out, a pointer finger motioning at my friend. "Oh, he knows what this is about."

Chuck got up with Popeye's help, droplets of blood dripping past his lips and down to the snow. They bloomed red against the white like a goddamn warning flag.

His hand cradled his jaw, fingers checking for something broken with a wince. "Are you nuts?!"

"I don't know," I snapped, voice cracking with rage. "Am I?"

The men around us shared worried glances, some looking away, some staring too intently like I was a pinless grenade about to go off.

"Who told you?" He asked without shame or or any intention to pretend cluelessness, which only made the blow hit harder.

"Who the fuck else is gonna know, Grant?"

Silence. Heavy silence and a sorry glance from Chuck was what I needed to get the memo. The sarcasm hadn't landed because I had asked the wrong question. No one met my eyes when I vehemently searched for confirmation among the group of soldiers.

I was the last to find out.

Something in me buckled under the weight of it. The air turned heavier, bitter in my chest, burning down the little restraint I had when it came to fully take it out on Chuck.

"She told you." It wasn't a question, and it didn't need an answer. He sighed, wiping the blood off with his sleeve. "The hell'd she tell you for?"

I didn't even consider responding, choosing to throw another inquiry at him instead "You really weren't gonna tell me you fucked the—" I stopped myself, teeth grinding. "Her?"

"Somebody better explain to my what's going on." Buck command was clearly directed at me. I consciously chose to ignore it.

"You knew." I accused the bloodied man, guilt plastered all over his face in the same pathetic way heartbreak was plastered over mine. "You knew and you still fucked me over."

"I was gonna talk to you—"

"You're so full of shit."

"Liebgott." The officer's attempt to get my attention were useless. "You're out of line."

"I don't know what the fuck she told you," Chuck began, now obviously pissed. "but it was her idea."

"And you just—what? Rolled with it?!"

"So what if I did?!" Chuck yelled, losing whatever patience he thought he owed me. "Get your head outta your ass, Joe! She's a grown woman," his arm motioned at what seemed a general direction. Until I turned and saw her.

She stood right outside the scattered circle, trailing after Muck and Penkala with her recently poured portion of lunch, eyes slightly widened as if she was keeping herself on check in order not to give away too much.

"—and you're a big boy too, okay?" Chuck continued, taking a half step in my direction. He shouldn't have. "If you're so pissed maybe you should—"

An ugly crack echoed in the woods when my fist connected with Chuck's jaw again.

"LIEBGOTT!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"GRAB HIM FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Everyone's panicked words meshed together, two pairs of hands grabbing me while my friends crowded around Chuck. The world blurred a little.

I didn't dare to look at her again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The iced ground crunched like broken glass beneath our boots—sharp and loud in the quiet of the night. We weren’t that far from the treeline, but with the moon half-choked behind clouds, it felt like we were walking through the ribs of something long dead.

They'd sent us out to patrol the edge of Easy's perimeter. Said it was routine. Said it was quiet. Didn't mention how convenient it was, how it did the trick to keep us both out of everyone else's hair.

We knew what they were doing—keep us busy, keep us separate from the rest of the company, keep us from getting someone killed. But putting us together? That wasn't exactly brilliant.

In their defense, Y/n had been a last minute addition to Winters' charity collection of broken minds. I wasn't told exactly why she was here, and I didn't ask. Sink's runner had spread the word that she had lost it after seeing Toye and Guarnere torn up during a bad barrage. Maybe it was true, or maybe not, but after all she had been put through —all I had put her through—, a bad crashout was long overdue.

I just wished it would have happened a couple of days earlier, when every edge between us had been smoothed by the cold and the exhaustion, and not when we could barely look at each other.

Y/n walked three paces ahead, but I could see the tension in her shoulders nonetheless; the way her rifle was clenched too tight in her hands, the way she hadn't looked me in the eye once since they handed us this bullshit detail.

We moved through the woods, past the shell holes and splintered roots, Foy still visible in the distance. Her steps quickened. Mine decelerated out of spite.

"Slow down, will ya?" I muttered.

She didn't turn around. "Try to keep up."

The nerve.

"You always gotta run your goddamn mouth?"

That stopped her.

She turned slow, face shadowed by her helmet, eyes meaner than the forest we were trapped in. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." I took her halt as an opportunity to catch up until I was right beside her. "All night with that tone, like I'm the fucking problem here."

She took a half-step forward, close enough that her breath hit my collar when she spat out, "You are the fucking problem."

I couldn't help but scoff, looking past her to avoid aggravating myself even more. "You fuck Grant, out of everyone, and I'm the problem?"

"Who I fuck or don't fuck is none of your business." There was a twisted condescendance in her tone, tainted with smugness, as if she had me figured out and was done with it.

"It's none of my business?" I repeated, my voice jumping an octave out of indignation as I leaned forward just enough to be eye to eye with her. "You made it personal."

"I made it personal? Me?" She breathed out a humorless laugh, her index finger pointing at her chest.

"You went for my friend."

The sour smile twisting up the corner of her mouth vanished, his arm falling limply at her side. I could see the cogs in her head turning, crafting something that would hurt me. I spotted the exact instant in which she found it, and it was bad enough for her to hesitate.

She still said it.

"She looked like me."

With gritted teeth, my boots slid a little on the frost when I closed the space even more a bit too fast. "You gotta learn to shut up."

Her hand snapped out fast, gripping the collar of my jacket. "Do not get in my face, Liebgott." The side of her fist pressed against my chest, forcing a short distance between us; a false sense of safety. "I will fuck you up."

I didn't flinch. I didn't move. The question slipped out with bottled up resentment before I could think twice about it.

"More?" My lips twitched; not quite a smile. Not quite anything aside from a sign of me finding the moment fucking comical. "Maybe I should be the one fuckin' you up."

That hit something. Her hand clenched tighter in my coat, dragging me a little closer. We both swayed slightly at the sudden movement, boots slipping just an inch in the frozen mud.

"What?" she whispered. "You gonna try and break my jaw too?"

I stared at her, taking in the way her words landed like a punch to the ribs. "You think I'd hit you?"

She didn't blink. "Maybe."

"You don't fucking know me, then." I growled, tasting the way pain and anger mixed together in my tongue.

Her eyes narrowed like she was set on making me break beyond repair. "I know enough."

I grabbed the side of her jacket, mirroring her grip to yank her half an inch to me until we were toe-to-toe, our breaths fogging together in the frozen air.

"Let go of my damn uniform, Y/l/n."

"Fuck. You." she spat, venom coating the short sentence. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, inhaling sharply. Whatever she was about to say refused to reach my ears, so she swallowed and settled for something else. "Quit trying to mess me up."

"You first, sweetheart."

Our noses bumped when she angled her head with defiance and, for a second, what I felt wasn't rage. It wasn't betrayal. It wasn't the war or Chuck or the blood still stuck under my nails. It was just heat. Heat in the freezing dark and the fire burning her down behind glassy eyes.

I didn't know if I wanted to kiss her breathless or scream in her face until the knots twisting inside my throat loosened up. Maybe both.

I did neither.

[xo-adeline]

-> You were one of the managers of Bastard München, you had only gotten hired not to too long ago but nobody seemed to have an issue with you, or so you could tell. There were a few guys that you never had any idea what they were thinking but that's a story for another time. A couple weeks after you had gotten hired you started becoming really close with Ness, to everybody's surprise. And as even more time progressed you two just got closer and closer until you started dating. Though being the manager of a top team was no easy task and it led to many sleepless nights. It was about the third row in a night you had either gotten no sleep, or only an hour or two. You looked exhausted by the time it was time for one of the practice matches with Manshine City, you sat down by Noel Noa and you almost passed out. The only reason you woke back up was from the whistle, signaling the kick off. It was finally the half time signaling that you were finally over with 45 minutes of this, only 45 minutes left. Ness had noticed that you were half asleep looking over at the field, and walked over. "You okay? I didn't think we were that boring" He laughed slightly as he crouched down to get to eye level with you. You sleepily smiled at him as you tried to laugh. " 's not that, jus' tired.." "I can tell" He ruffled your hair a little before speaking again "After we're done I'll take you back home and you can sleep as long as you want" You nodded and he took off jogging towards the rest of his team who was waving him over. You really don't remember what had happened after they got off their half time. It started fine, you looking out towards the field, then suddenly it started to get darker and darker before you can't quite remember who won or what happened. The next thing you remember is waking up and Ness sitting next to you in your bed, looking at his phone. He slightly chucked as you started waking up and stretching your arms up, trying to remember what had happened. "Have a nice nap?" Then you remember, after the whistle had blown you started closing your eyes and before long the much needed sleep over took you and you fell asleep. "So.. did you guys win..?" You questioned trying to see if you could jog any other memories. "Never got to finish, Both Noa and Prince were a little scared after you looked like you died in the chair and they paused the game to make sure you were okay" He reached over and ruffled your hair before hugging you. "Luckily you had just fallen asleep but were supposed to finish up tomorrow" "Oh.. I'm sorry.." "Nothing for you to apologize for, I should've been making sure you were getting enough sleep, but no worries, we can start now." He put his phone down on the bedside table and laid down pulling you into his chest. "Gute Nacht, Liebe meines Lebens.."

Fair warning!! I don’t speak German and everything was translated so if there is any issues with it please let me know!!

Translation: "Gute Nacht, Liebe meines Lebens.." -> Good Night, Love of my Life

[georgscumdump]

please Gustav x female reader smut 😣😣😣😣💔

pretty girl. ୨୧

Gustav Schafer x f!reader

Summary: the req !! Genre: smut

Warnings: the genre, softdom!Gustav, porn without plot, soft(?) sex, fingering, unprotected sex(wrap it up bb), dumbification? idk just some sweet sex with gustav.

a/n: im sorry this took so long anon💔 but here it is so

“That’s it, doing s’good for me..” Gustav muttered mostly to himself as he had his fingers buried deeply inside of you, thrusting slowly and softly. Your lips couldn’t help but let quiet whimpers fall out and occasionally, you let out some soft moans as well. 

You felt your orgasm approach, so you tried to softly fuck youself against his fingers. But Gustav caught on quite quickly, and stopped thrusting his fingers to lean down and whisper in your ear;

“No no, just lay there liebe, let me do the work okay?”

You couldn’t help but listen, relaxing your body as you felt his fingers start again. Then, you felt that tight knot in your stomach unravel as your orgasm crashed over you. Gustav softly finger-fucked you through it, till you had came down from it.

He then softly removed his fingers from your puss, standing up to rid himself of his clothes. You did so as well, taking off your shirt and unclipping your bra, the both of you carelessly chucking the rest of your clothes in random places of the room.

Gustav then got back up on the bed and up on top of you, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist. Grabbing his cock and aligning it to your puss, he slowly pushed in until he was sheathed inside of you. Giving you time to adjust, he then started thrusting softly. A few breathy moans left your lips, while soft grunts left Gustav’s. 

“Mmm, so tight around me. Feels s’good, such a pretty girl..” he praised, speeding up a bit. Your body felt limp as you laid underneath him, letting him fuck you. The only thing you could think about was Gustav and how his cock was fucking you so good.

Another attempt at trying to fuck your hips down to meet his thrusts, this time he let you. His thrusts slowed down the tiniest bit, instead going a bit harder.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt your another orgasm approach, this time quickly. And before you knew it, that familiar feeling of a knot unraveling in your stomach indicated that you came once again, painting his dick a glistening white colour.

Gustav came not long after you, painting your insides white. You both came down from your orgasm and Gustav had collapsed on top of you, careful as to not squish you, the both of you breathing heavily.

[hoosier-zaddy]

König!Cheating Husband

(mdni!)

You stared at the text message on König's phone, 'I can't wait to see you again.' Suddenly, everything started to make sense—the strange behavior, the distance, and the inexplicable tension that had crept into your relationship ever since he returned from his deployment. He was cheating on you.

When he came out of the bathroom, he immediately noticed the expression on your face. Concern etched across his features, he approached you and softly asked, "What's wrong, meine liebe?"

Skipping the bullshit, you threw his phone in his face without a word. with a silent huff, and a scorching red face, went into your closet to get your duffle bag to pack your belongings.

He caught the phone just before it could hit his face, staring at you in confusion for a brief moment before realization dawned on him. He knew he was caught. He let out a shaky breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he called out to you, "(Y/N) please... let me explain."

He took a hesitant step towards the closet, his hands raised as if to show his innocence, though he knew there was none.

You abruptly stopped and snapped your head to the side, glaring at him for a moment. You swore you were seeing red, but despite the rage you felt inside, you bit down your tongue and cheek meat, restraining from giving him anymore attention or energy.

You quickly went back to packing your clothes and shoes, before shoving your smaller frame past the colossal austrian man, and grabbing the rest of your personal electronics from your shared bedroom.

He stepped aside to let you pass, his usually strong and stoic figure replaced with a man overwhelmed with guilt and shame. As you grabbed your electronics, he couldn’t help but say, "(Y/), please... I love you." His voice cracked, fighting back tears for the first time since he was a child. He knew he had to let you go, at least for now, but he couldn’t bring himself to make it easier for you to leave.

As you gathered the last of your materials, you spun to look at the man you once thought would never betray your trust and love. Silent tears swelled in your eyes as you shook with anger, laboriously inhaling and exhaling.

You opened your mouth, but decided against saying anything in the same second. Instead, you ripped off your wedding band and chucked it at him before exiting the bedroom, making your way out of his apartment.

He flinched as the ring hit his chest, falling to the floor with a clatter. The sound echoed through the room like a final nail in the coffin of their relationship. He stood there, frozen, as he heard your footsteps retreat down the hallway.

You reached for your keys on the kitchen island, and flinched when your eyes shifted to look at the vase of your favorite flowers, freshly picked. It made your blood boil. What you thought was a token gesture of love and affection from your husband–was actually a facade. In a fit of frustration, you picked up the vase and threw it down with all your might, not caring about leaving glass for him to clean, before finally grabbing your car keys and exiting the apartment, slamming the door as hard as possible.

Inside, König slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor as he heard your car engine start and drive away. The sound of your silenced sobs echoed in his mind, each one a dagger twisting in his heart. He buried his head in his hands, finally letting some tears swell.

König's phone began to ring through the halls. His stomach dropped when he heard it chiming, a small part of him hoped it was you, calling to scream at him, to yell, anything but the silence. But as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, he saw that it was his mistresses calling.

inspired prompt by 👸🏻DARA on Chai

my english is not that great, but i hope you all enjoyed, more to come¡

(darker themes in future chapters)

part 2 part 3 part 4

[tomssexdoll]

hey boobie toobie

so, you and bill are in an argument. a nasty one. in a hotel of all places. he’s been texting you he’d return to the hotel early all week but getting there at 3am which obviously raises suspicion. you accuse him that he might be cheating or doing something dangerous. after a few insults are thrown from both ends, he mentions your eating disorder. a sensitive place you both swore to never mention. “well at least i can fucking eat,” you felt your heart break. there was a moment of silence as you registered what he said. “fuck- liebe im sorry” he tried apologizing, but you didn’t wanna hear it. “no, get the **fuck** away from me, bill-“ you snapped. you slapped his hands as they tried to comfort you. you grabbed your things and stormed out of the hotel room. you had nowhere to go. all of your friends were hours away since you followed bill on tour. your first thought was gustav, he was so sweet and could definitely cheer you up. he was your closest friend in the band. it would usually be bill, but for obvious reasons not today. you stumbled to gustav’s hotel room and knocked gently but eagerly. he swung open the door, confused expression. “c-can i come in?” as gustav lets you in, you start rambling about what happened. you even began to cry. gustav succeeds in calming you down and eventually bill knocks on the door. gustav answers and sees you on his bed looking a mess. “y/n!” he exclaims and pushed past gustav to get to you. “i don’t wanna see you,” you mumble. “schatz, please? i’ll make it up to you” he pleads. you finally agree and bill leads you out of the hotel and into your favorite nearby restaurant where at your table, he apologizes about everything and you forgive him :)

omg yes ily

How could you?

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Bill and Y/N get in a heated argument after he yet again returns home late, he mentions something they both agreed they'd never bring up ever, going to Gustav for comfort.

A/N: hi

WARNINGS: yelling, arguing, mentions of eating disorder

Bill has been acting weird lately. We were on a tour for his band and stayed at a hotel in Paris. He'd been texting me all week that he'd be home early but would always manage to come around 3am, rough looking.

It really hurt me seeing him do this, he never really acted like this in the past so I never understood what provoked it. Was he cheating? Or worse, doing something illegal or dangerous? It was a foreign country and he could get killed.

Every night my heart filled with worry, tears falling down my cheeks at the minutes going by where he still wasn't home. Tonight he came home late again, the clock read 3:04am. He bursted in, chucking himself on the bed in hopes to go to bed and prevent my yelling. But I had enough of his bullshit.

"Don't try and sleep your way out of this, get the fuck up," I raised my voice, "where have you been all night? You texted me 5 hours ago and said you'd be home" I sighed.

He just rolled his eyes, slowly getting up, "I don't want to hear it y/n, I'm fucking tired" he groaned deeply, walking towards me. "I don't care if you're tired, clearly you're not tired enough to go out every night and do god knows what" I spat, crossing my arms.

"Oh shut up, you're always worrying about stupid things" "stupid things? For all I know you could be cheating, is that what you're doing? Because if you are it's not very discreet" I glared at him, testing his patience.

"Oh my god, of course I'm not cheating" he grunted, looking down at me intensely, his eyes piercing through mine. "Then what are you doing? Doing illegal things? Drugs? Stealing things? Hm?" I spoke to him like I was his mother, lecturing him on his whereabouts.

"No! For fuck sakes you're so controlling! Always telling me what to do, you're psycho!" he raised his voice, grabbing my arm. I slapped his hand away as soon as it got into contact with my skin, "how dare you? You fucking pig!" I yelled.

Great, we were arguing once again. In a fucking hotel of all places.

He got visibly more angry, his eyes narrowing at me "don't fucking call me that, you're a fucking bitch" he growled, "always complaining, bitching and moaning, I should've just left you at home for fuck sakes" rubbing his temples in frustation.

"Oh great, thanks, that makes me feel wonderful," I rolled my eyes, turning away from him and sitting down onto the bed. "Now you're the one walking away, I thought we were going to talk about it schatz?" he taunted, "oh don't even Bill, you're so fucking selfish," I scoffed.

"Selfish? Yet I'm the one who provides you with fucking everything, I spoil you all the time with gifts," a scowl appearing on his face. "It's not about the money Bill, it's about quality time and love, it seems you can't even do that properly," I sighed.

"Can't do it properly?" he chuckled, "let's talk about what you can't do properly, at least I can fucking eat properly, can you say the same?" he spat out, his words bitter and cruel.

My heart just broke at his words, my mouth slightly agape. He knew that I struggled with an eating disorder, a place we both swore never to mention.

There was an awkward silence before what he said registered in his head, his expression going from anger to guilt, his eyes softening. "Oh fuck...liebe I'm so so sorry," he rushed towards me, trying to apologise but it went through one ear and out the other.

His hands came towards to waist, trying to pull me close and get away with such a horrible comment. "No! Get the fuck away from me Bill," I snapped, slapping his hands away from me. I got up and started to pack my things, ignoring his cries for me.

I stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me, trying to figure out where I should go. I wasn't close enough with Tom or Georg..my friends were hours away. Then I realized Gustav would welcome me with open arms, I rushed over to his room and knocked gently on the door, urgent to go in so Bill wouldn't drag me back to our room.

After a moment he swung the door open, confused to see me standing there with my things, "what's wrong Y/N?" he frowned, glancing from my face to my bags.

"C-can I come in.." I bit my lip, trying to stop tears from pouring out of my eyes, voice slightly shaky. He nodded quickly and let me in, closing the door softly behind me and leading me to his bed.

"So what happened, was it Bill?" he sighed, running his thumb over my hand, a friendly gesture he'd usually do if I was upset. I nodded, "he..he brought up my eating disorder in a fight.." I burst into tears, Gustav immediately wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry y/n..that's such a shitty thing for him to do.." he sighed, comforting me.

I nodded and kept rambling about everything he was doing, staying out late and not telling me, lying and telling me how he would be home early. Gustav just listened to me, giving little comments here and there, rubbing my back soothingly.

I eventually calmed down, Gustavs calming voice making me feel better. He let go of me, running his thumb over my hand again, "I'm always here if you need someone to talk to, I know how mean he can get when he's tired" he smiled softly, I nodded and thanked him, he was an angel.

We kept on talking, discussing what I should do when I heard a soft knock, Gustav thought it might of been Georg or Tom or even room service so he got up, slowly approaching the door and opening it, Bills tall figure appearing in the doorway.

Bills eyes light up when he sees me, sitting on Gustavs bed, looking like a complete mess, my mascara smudged on my cheeks. He pushed past Gustav, running to me. I didn't even look up at him, not bearing to see his face after the words he said to me, "I don't want to see you.." I mumbled, he sighed deeply "schatz, please? I'll make it up to you," he pleads, leaning down to my level and holding my hands.

I turned to look at him, I sighed and agreed. I knew it was stupid but the look in his eyes just made me cave in, the way he could so easily woo me was dangerous.

"Thanks Gustav.." I smiled and hugged him, waving goodbye as we walked out of his room. Bill didn't speak, just held my hand and lead me downstairs into the lobby, walking out of the hotel and onto the streets.

Eventually we stood outside of my favourite resturant, Bill had called in a favour and they quickly opened at such a late hour, preparing for us. I smiled softly, trying to hide it from him.

"Cmon honey, let's go inside" he kissed my cheek softly, walking inside with me and sitting at our booth, a beautiful view of the city right next to us.

"I'm so sorry for what I said y/n..you know I didn't mean it, it was just the first thing that came to my head and I hadn't even fully processed it, I love you so much" he frowned, reaching over the table and taking my hands in his.

I sighed, "I know baby, I know you didn't mean for it to hurt me but..it really did" he nodded sympathetically, letting me vent my frustations out. "I still love you though, I'm willing to forgive you but if you bring it up again it won't be so easy to trust you again" I sighed, "I promise I won't bring it up, ever again" I smiled and brought his hands to my lips, kissing them softly.

"What were you even doing out so late?" I giggled, "honestly..I was literally just out at bars to destress from the concerts, sometimes I just went on walks that lasted hours, I'm sorry for lying and not telling you where I was, you're not controlling at all you just love and worry about me.." he sighed, embarrassed by his shitty actions.

"It's fine baby..you can just come to me for comfort, you know I'm always here" he nodded, grateful for the suggestion, "thanks baby, I love you so much, I'm so glad I have such a wonderful girl in my life, I don't know what I'd do without you.." he leaned across the table, kissing my lips softly.

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