#there wasn't and there's not. the two pictures aren't 'evidence' of love

[woso-dreamzzz]

Promise

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Magda takes Pernille to dinner

The restaurant is fancier than the restaurants that Momma and Morsa usually take you to.

Evidently, Momma thinks so too because she holds your hand a little tighter and pulls you in front of her.

"Magda," Momma says," Are you sure this is the right place?" She looks down meaningfully at you.

The usual restaurants you go to aren't fancy like this. They're homey places, much more likely to be family-run for years rather than being awarded Michelin stars.

"Yep," Magda says as the host takes them towards a private booth at the back.

You're big enough now that you don't need to sit in a high chair anymore but Magda and Pernille still box you between them in the booth, sitting so you're in the middle and they're facing each other.

"This is expensive, Magda," Pernille warns.

"We can afford it."

"I know but, still."

"It'll be fine," Magda assures her," I promise."

This whole trip was out of the blue.

They had just come home from training when Magda sent Pernille off to the bedroom to change into something fancier than the usual tracksuit bottoms and old shirt she usually wore post training.

There was already something laid out on the bed and, by the time Pernille was finished, you and Magda had also changed. Tomorrow was a day off so it wasn't out of the ordinary for you all to go out the night before but not in fancy clothes and not to this fancy restaurant that looks like a little girl like you shouldn't be in it.

"Is there a kid's menu?" Pernille asks.

You frown. "I want a big girl meal."

Magda laughs, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. "I've ordered ahead for her."

Pernille raises a brow. "How did you even get a reservation for this place?"

"Millie knows a guy."

"You make it sound like she's in the mob."

"She could be."

"What's the mob?" You ask.

"Nothing, princesse," Magda laughs," Here. The nice host lady brought you some paper and crayons."

You grab the crayons quickly, scrawling over the paper with reckless abandon.

"I'm serious, Magda. What's going on?"

"Can't I take my girls out for a special evening?"

"You can," Pernille says, eyes narrowed in suspicion," But at a place like this? You're up to something."

Despite her suspicions, Pernille does end up having a nice time. The food is good, the wine is great. The company is, obviously, even better.

You seem to be having fun too, going through all of the crayons as you draw a picture of the three of you standing under a rainbow together.

The dress you're wearing, now that Pernille inspects it, is a perfect match to her own, right down to how it's styled on your body. Both of them compliment the ensemble that Magda's wearing, Pernille notices as Magda rises from her seat to take you to the bathroom.

You look like a perfect pair.

Pernille can see a lot of Magda in you, all the way down to the way you walk. You've got Magda in your face and your smile and the way you giggle hysterically when Pernille tickles your tummy.

You return after a few minutes without Magda, reaching out for Pernille's hand with the same secret smile on your face that Magda has when she's about to do something surprising.

"Where's your Morsa?" Pernille teases, allowing you to pull her up.

"She's outside," You say," She paid earlier. Come on, Momma!" You pull at her insistently. Clearly, Pernille isn't moving fast enough.

You pull her out of the restaurant and across the road to the play park.

Magda's waiting by the gate and you stop in front of her. You turn to look at Pernille.

You smile at her, the exact same as Magda's smile, before squeezing her as tight as you can.

Magda picks you up and you cover something with your hands.

"What have you two planned?" Pernille teases, her own smile ghosting her lips.

"Pernille," Magda says," I love you."

"I love you too."

"I understand that this moving in together thing is still new-"

"We've been moved in for a year?"

"I have a speech," Magda laughs," Can you let me get through it?"

Pernille laughs too. "Alright. I suppose so."

Magda clears her throat. "As I was saying...I understand that this moving in together thing is still new and I know that there's going to be a few hiccups along the way but I love you and I love Princesse and I love this little family we've made. I know we want a future together. Honestly...I...This came out of nowhere and I know we're still in the height of our careers but..."

She nudges you.

"Please agree to be engaged to be engaged to Morsa!" You say, holding out the little ring you've been hiding in your hands.

It's a fairly simple ring, clearly not a proper engagement ring but it's still beautiful. Pernille takes it from your hands, slipping it onto her finger.

"Yes," She says," I will be engaged to be engaged to your Morsa."

You cheer, a beautiful round of bubbly giggles spilling from your throat as Momma pulls Morsa into a kiss.

Morsa's cheeks are all pink when she pulls away and she's got one of those silly star struck smiles on her face that she gets when Momma is around her.

"Can we get ice cream now?" You ask and they both laugh.

"Yes, Princesse," Morsa says," Let's get ice cream."

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

can u please do like filthy slut of nat fucking y/n but its hard and its rough and its toe curling and eyerolling kinda good but its so full of i love yous in between of spanking and face slapping and hair pulling but forehead kisses in between too 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 basically agressive but her telling y/n how much she loves them and their pussy

Love to Hate You

Warnings: Natasha has a dick, oral (Natasha and R receiving), fingering (R receiving), a bit of fluff, jealous!Nat, daddy kink, breeding kink, degradation, a few clichés but what's a fic without one?

Words: 3,105

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

A/N: i loved this ask! i added a little bit of plot, i told @lovsalvatore about what i was gonna write ;)

You never understood why she didn't like you, the two of you had worked together before. But she kept her usual cold demeanor towards you. You always tried being nice to her, putting on a smile whenever she threw an insult at you or ignored your presence during a duo mission. You never had control over who you get assigned with on missions, if you did you probably wouldn't have picked her, as much as you respect her work and all, you had to admit it, her behavior towards you hurt.

You were sitting around in the Avenger compounds lounge room, bored out of your mind. “God, I wish I had a mission with Sam or something,” you muttered to yourself, Sam was pretty much your best friend, maybe almost like an older brother at times. “Yo, Y/N. Yeah, we need you and Romanoff in the meeting room.” you heard Tony say over the speakers. You groan, getting up from the couch and making your way to the meeting room.

“Good morning Agent Romanoff.” you say to her as you walk into the meeting room, she just acted as if you weren't there. “I'm so done with her. Oh my God.” you thought, regretting even speaking to her in the first place. “Ladies, you gorgeous girls are going on a mission. Today. Like right now. Pack your bags.” he said, handing out mission report papers for after the mission.

“Tony are you being serious right n–” he holds up a hand, interrupting you. “Yes, yes I believe you're due for a mission right now. So, get a move on.” Tony said, gesturing for you two to leave the meeting room.

The mission started early, Tony wasn't kidding. A 4 -day long mission with just you and the woman who hates you apparently. Things can't get any better. That was a lie, things got worse. “Natasha are you sure there aren't two beds?” she sighed, “Yeah I'm sure.” you chewed on your lower lip nervously. “Can't we get another room?” she shook her head, “Hotel's booked.” “Oh.”

You open up your suitcase, picking out some clothes. “Um, if you don't mind I'm gonna go clean up.” she hums in response, her attention focused on the evidence you got from the mission. You left the bedroom and got inside the bathroom. Natasha sighed, looking over at the locked bathroom door. “Fuck– what are you even thinking Natasha?..” she whispered to herself, shaking off any thoughts.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, and your clothes were thin but comfortable. The ex-assassin took a short glance at you, observing how your pajamas showed off your figure without seeming uncomfortable at all. “What did ya find from the evidence Nat?” you toss your hair to the other side of your shoulder and sat next to her on the bed. “Something about green aliens. I guess–” you grab the note, “Skrulls? Isn't that those things that care bear and Fury helped all those years ago?” she looks over at you, “Care bear? Who's that?” she asked, “Carol.. captain marvel– she was the one who—”

“Yeah, I know her, never mind. But what about the Skrulls?” you move a bit closer to her, putting the two pictures together on the bed in front of you and her. “See look, that's Fury over there..” you point to a second figure, similar looking to the Director. “And there.” she furrows her brows, looking at the pictures. “But that can't be–” your gaze flickers to her face and back down to the pictures, and a slight smile appears on your face. “Unless.. the Skrulls can shapeshift Natty.” you don't notice your slip up in words, but she does. “..Natty?” your cheeks go bright red, “I didn't– I didn't mean to say that, sorry.” she looks over at you, hiding a smile. “It's fine, don't worry.”

You stifle a yawn and hazily blink your eyes. “It's pretty late, we should get some sleep Y/N.” you pick up the pictures and files and place them in the nightstand drawer. “Which side of the bed do you want?” she asked. “It doesn't matter! Pick the side you want.” she shrugs, sitting on the right side. You lie down next to her, keeping your distance.

The next morning you find yourself wrapped up by strong arms, unable to move. “Natasha?” you mumble out breathlessly, attempting to pull her arms off of you. “Natasha..” you sigh, squirming around on the small bed. “What?” she quickly takes her arms away from you. “Oh– I didn't notice.” she said, as you sit up against the pillows. “It's okay..”

“So.. what are we supposed to do today?” you ask, propping your head up with your palm under your chin. “We're–” she stopped mid-sentence, her gaze focusing on something, “Natasha?” she takes her eyes away from what seemed to be your chest. “..going undercover, to some HYDRA gala thing.” you nod, “hm.. undercover as what?”

She pauses for a second. “As a couple or something.”

“Oh- well won't we have to practice acting all coupley?” you ask, looking down at your hands. “Well, yeah..” she clears her throat, moving closer to you. “Natasha..?” she grasps your wrist, “Shh.. just stay still.” you do quite literally so, staying silent as well. She brings a hand to your waist, slightly pressing both of your bodies together. “Natasha–” you get cut off by a call notification on your phone. “Hey Carol!” you say, picking up the phone call.

“Hi Y/N, how's the mission going?” you get up from the bed. “Uh.. it's going fine for now, how's space going Captain?” she chuckles, “Great, would've been better with you here sweetheart.” you giggle at her comment, and Natasha scowled at the entire conversation. “Hey, do you.. know if– if any Skrulls still live on Earth?” you ask, “Hm.. I don't keep in contact with many Skrulls babe.” you sighed. “That's fine! Me and Nat will figure it out, eventually.” you hung up the phone and made your way back to bed.

Natasha glanced at you for a quick moment. “Are you not capable of putting on clothes properly?” she brought two hands up to your shirt, buttoning the top up. Your face heats up, a light blush appearing on your cheeks. “..w-when does the gala start again?” she sighed, “In a few hours, I'd suggest you get ready.” what made you feel this way? Fuck– you have a crush on the woman who probably hates you, good job Y/N. “Alright, if I get ready so should you then.” you say, turning off your phone and putting it aside.

Natasha gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom to change out of her clothes. “God, why is she so– insufferable.” “I wish I could kiss her to shut her up.” she thought. “Fucking hell. Why am I attracted to her?” she muttered to herself.

Her suit didn't take too long to put on but, as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom she caught you attempting to zip up your gown, she stood there. Admiring your exposed back, your face all blushy pink as you struggle to put on your dress. “I should probably help her.” she walked over to you, placing her hand on your waist and the other on the zipper of your dress. “It took you that long to put on a dress?” you huff, puffing your cheeks up. “It's not my fault the zipper was too far.. I couldn't reach it.” she slightly smirks, “Are you done getting ready?”

“Almost, just one sec.” you bend over the desk to get a view of yourself in the mirror, touching up your makeup and hair. “It's been 10 minutes Y/N–” she looks at you, bent over the desk, your tits practically falling out of your dress. “Stop being so dramatic, it's only been like 2 minutes.” she rolls her eyes, “Well? Are you done? We're gonna be late.” you nod, grabbing your purse and heading out of the hotel with Natasha.

As much as you'd hate to admit it, the gala was beautiful for fucking HYDRA. The lights were perfectly dimmed down, the scenery outside of the building was gorgeous too. “What's your name?” the freakishly tall and mean-looking guy standing outside the entrance asks you two. “Natalya Reeds, and my wife Y/F/N Reeds.” she answers for the both of you. He raises a brow, looking down at the list once more. “Okay.. enjoy the night ladies.” he opens the door to the inside of the building, and you flash a smile and a ‘thank you’ to the man before stepping inside.

“Listen,” she squeezes your arm, “I need to get talking with that group of people, just sit still and look pretty. Got it?” you nod and walk over to the bar.

“Mrs. Reeds?” someone calls out to you, “Yeah?” the call came from behind the empty bar. “Over here.” you crouch down on the floor behind the bar, facing the mystery person– alien? “You're a- a Skrull?” that last part came out as a whisper. “What are you doing here? You could jeopardize the whole mission!” you whisper-yelled at them. “There is no mission, Fury sent me to tell you that HYDRA didn't even come here. They sent out false information.” you sigh, “Great.”

You got off the ground and went over to Natasha where she was talking to random people. You walked up to her, and rest your chin against her shoulder. “Darling.. it's getting late Natty.” you look up at her, batting your lashes. She pulls you over to an empty hallway. “What do you think you're doing?” you scoff, “HYDRA isn't here, this was false info. We have to go back to the hotel.” she sighs, “Okay.”

Once you were back at the hotel, you were so quick to change out of that uncomfortable gown. “Ugh, when will HYDRA just go away..” you flopped onto the bed. Natasha chuckles, “Never, clearly.” she laid down next to you, face-to-face. You both stare at each other for a moment. “Natasha.” she hums in response. “Why don't you like me?” she frowns, “Who said that I don't?”

“Well– I mean you never talked to me often before this mission.” she sighed, “I'm sorry for making you think that.” your pout faltered into a sweet smile. “I can make it up to you..” you didn't know what she meant but somehow her words made your heart beat faster. The room grew silent as she inches closer to you. “Would you like that detka?” before you could answer her lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you.

You receive open-mouth kisses as she pushes your back flat against the mattress, not hesitant to slip her tongue into your mouth. “mmn.. Natasha–” she slides her hand underneath the thin, light fabric that covered your chest, groping your breast, emitting a soft gasp from your mouth. “Wanted to ruin you the day I saw you wear this. Fuck.” she squeezes your thigh, your bodily reaction making you spread your legs even without her asking. “Good girl..” she lowered herself down to your hips, and you felt her fingers hook onto the hem of your panties and discard them, leaving your cunt exposed.

“Nat..” you mumble out, feeling her blow onto your dripping pussy causes you to buck your hips against her face. You slightly hiss when you sense a sharp pain on the inner part of your thigh. “Do that again kotenok and see what happens. Stay still.” you whimper as she sucks onto your clit while rubbing your folds with the pad of her thumb. “Natasha please.” she smirks, shoving a finger into your cunt, completely drenching it with your slick. You moan softly, “mmh.. fuck–” she pumps her finger in and out of your hole, and inserts a second finger as well.

“Natasha– oh God, I'm gonna..” she lightly kissed your thigh. “Make a mess all over my fingers baby.” your walls clench around her fingers as you came all over them, and your juices drip down from her fingertips to her wrist. She pulls her fingers out from your cunt, and presses them to your lips. “Open.” you comply, parting your lips only for her to shove her drenched fingers into your mouth. You clean off her fingers, ridding them of your essence.

“Natasha?” you ask out of curiosity, noticing her unbuckling the belt on her pants. “Are you gonna be good for daddy and suck her off?” you desperately nod, wanting to please her as best as you can. “Then get on your knees slut.” you get off the bed and on your knees in front of her. And quickly help her rid herself of her pants and boxers.

You let out a soft gasp as her hardened cock springs out, with pre-cum leaking out of it already. “Be a good little bitch and suck.” she says, her raspy and husky voice sending unimaginable thoughts into your head. You lower your head and wrap your plump lips around her tip. You feel a strong grip on your hair. “Fuck.. that's it. Keep going.” you push more of her girthy length in your mouth, sucking on it gently.

“shit. You're so fucking adorable baby.” you ignore the sudden rush of arousal between your legs, wanting nothing more than to please her. You shove her dick deeper into your mouth, moaning around it. “God, yes kotenok. Take it.” she throws her head back in pleasurement. You take more of her into your mouth, moaning softly as you go faster, running your tongue along the veins of her erect cock.

“Gonna cum in that slutty little mouth of yours baby girl.” her grip on your hair tightens as she shoved her length into the back of your throat, making you gag on her. Despite the tears running down your cheeks, oh how you loved every bit of this. “oh fuck– you better swallow it all.” with those words, thick ropes of cum pour into your mouth. You swallow it all down and she yanks your head off of her dick.

“Get back on the bed, I'm not finished with you quite yet.” you get up on wobbly legs and lie back down on the bed. She aligns the tip of her cock to your entrance, and she smirked at your neediness. She sent a harsh smack to your ass, “How badly do you want me?” she said, loving how you became a whimpering mess for her. “Need you so bad daddy. Please.”

She grabs onto your thighs, swinging them over her waist to hold you in place. “oh Natasha–” you moan as she inserts a few inches deep in you. “You're so tight detka..” you whimper, looping your arms around her shoulders for leverage. She begins moving slowly within you. As you began moaning louder she leans forward and whispers in your ear. “How does it feel baby?”

“Good.. you feel so good inside me!” she briefly chuckles as she moves faster. You moan as she buries her cock deep inside of you. Her breathing grows heavy as she grips your waist firmly and moves harder into you. She grunts as she speeds up a bit more. The sound of skin slapping together fills up the room as she pounds away at you.

“oh my God–” you moaned, digging your nails deep into her back, hard enough to draw blood. She lets out another loud groan when she slams her hips into yours with force. Her hands grip your sides tightly as she continues thrusting her length deeper into you. “Daddy ’m so close..” she smirks as she hears that, “Me too kotenok.” your hold on her shoulders tighten as you came all over her cock. “mmh..” she grins broadly as soon as she feels you cumming on her dick. She immediately starts slamming her hips against yours even harder. It was clear she wasn't going to stop till she finished inside of you.

“ngh– fuck.. daddy!” she doesn't slow down for a moment. Instead, she just kept going, hammering away at you relentlessly. “’m too sensitive Natty..” upon hearing that she looks down at you, “Is that right?” you nod. “mhm..” with a smirk she pulls out, after doing so she flips you onto your stomach, and your face flush onto the mattress. Without warning, she rams her entire length into you from behind. “mmph– natashmmf mmh!” your words came out muffled, one of her hands tightly placed onto your waist. She had a fistful of your hair in her other hand, pushing you flat against the bed.

You moan loudly as she fucks you from behind. She then begins rocking her hips back and forth in a steady motion. She lets go of her grip on your hair, allowing you to speak properly. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she pauses briefly, “Yeah.. I am.” you exhaled shakily. “Then cum inside me daddy.” she nods, continuing to thrust in and out of your dripping cunt. Fuck, the sheets must be drenched by now. “You want me to cum inside of you detka?” you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was getting closer and closer to her climax. “Please! wan‘ have your babies daddy!” slutty moans escape your mouth as she continues her rough movements. Your words seem to push her over the edge. Her rough grip on your waist tightens, and with a loud groan, she slams herself deep inside you, reaching places you've never thought could be reached. She lets out a soft moan as she cums inside of you, filling you up to the brim.

“mm.. Natasha?” you mumble, breathlessly. She plants a gentle kiss on your neck. “Yeah?” you weakly turn your body to face her, “W-What does this mean for us?” she smiled, pressing her lips to yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss. “I love you Y/N. This mission made me realize how much time I wasted by not telling you.” a bright blush crept up your face. “You do..?” she nodded, “I.. I love you too Nat.”

She pulled out of you and laid beside your worn-out body, “I bet that dumb space blondie couldn't have done that.” you laugh at her words, “I knew it. You've always acted weird when I mentioned her.” she sighed, wrapping an arm around your body. “Wanna get married?” you widen your eyes, “Natasha!” she chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Just kidding moya lyubov.. but I do intend on marrying you one day.”

[chaoticloving]

my muse

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: a lil blurb about the important moments leading up to Harry's wins, and little after <3

warnings: implied smut

As they’ve grown up and gotten use to being in the spotlight, Y/n and Harry have learned to enjoy teasing their relationship to the public. They still play dumb in interviews, even when the evidence is stacked against them, but as Y/n and Harry get older, they start to not care about the publicity of relationship.

One of those ways was going to events together. Ever since they've gotten invites to these types of things, their plus one has always been each other; whether it was the grammys or the oscars, they always were right there to support each other.

Tonight was no exception.

Harry was fidgeting with the rings on his figures as they were in the limo, waiting in the queue to get out and walk the carpet. He lifted up the ring on his left ring fingure to reveal a tattoo, one that matched the one on Y/n's same finger.

Y/n noticed Harry’s gazed on the ink and nudged him. “Don’t tell me that’s the one tattoo you regret.”

Harry’s smiled and shook his head. “Never would regret marrying you.” The inked band was delicately done, matching their actual wedding bands perfectly. Y/n took off one of her rings to reveal her matching one too, putting her hand next to Harry’s larger one.

“You’re going to do great tonight.” Y/n reassured. She squeezed his hand three times, a simple thing they did for each other just as a way to show their love. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They were blinded by the lights before they got the knock of the window from Harry’s security team. For shaded windows they did nothing to stop the bright flashes.

"Ready?" Y/n nodded and slid her ring back on. She followed Harry out of the limo door and put on a smile.

"Harry! Harry! Look this way!"

"Y/n! Harry! Are you two official?"

"Harry! Are you going to go home with Y/n?"

They smiled as they posed for the cameras. After nearly ten years of the "are-they-aren't-they", you'd think they would get over it.

"Hey." Y/n whispered into Harry's ear. "You're doing a costume change right?"

"Yup."

“Want me to give you a pre-celebration present?” Y/n whispered, her voice airy and breathy against her husbands ear.

Harry gulped, not sure if she’s implying what he thinks he is—he’s been caught out too many times with misinterpreting her comments. “What-ah, would that be?”

“Head.”

He gave a flashy grin for the camera.

“Thank you for the pictures but I think it’s time we should go.” Harry announces to the photographers and interviewers lined up. He causes a commotion, but when does he not? He doesn’t care as he grabs Y/n’s hand.

~~

“I think that’s a new record.” Y/n jokes as she fixes her lipstick. “Get off from the couch and fix your hair. You look like a mess.”

“That was so good.” Harry practically moaned, still in his post orgasm high. “That thing you did with your tongue was truly some really great work.”

Harry was spread out on the couch of a small yet lavish room for performers of the night. It had a vanity, bathroom and small kitchen area inside--Harry thought he could live here.

“Nothing fancy.” She mumbled, but Harry wasn't yet done.

“And your hand groping my thighs and balls.” Harry gasped. "So good."

“Styles!” A loud bang, a distinct one at that. “Put your clothes on! I don’t want another Munich situation!”

Harry’s dazed was cut short by tripping over his old outfit—didn’t even take it fully off before Y/n went down on him—and racing to the hanger with his outfit for the evening. He knew that angry pounding on the door, and he did not want Jeff to see him naked again.

Y/n was giggling as she fixed her hair and got some spray to keep her makeup in place. "Stop ya laughin'"

Y/n shook her head as she got up from the vanity chair and opened the door, peeking her head out. "Jeff."

"Y/n." Jeff sighed and stifled a laugh. "Is he getting dressed?"

"Yup."

"Alright, just be out in five. Make sure he looks good."

"Will do."

She shut the door and was met with Harry tucking in his shimmery tank and buttoning the pants. Y/n smiled as Harry looked up, causing him to grin.

"Wha?" Harry grinned, walking over to his love. "Want another round? Could pay ya back."

"As much as I would love that I think Jeff is ready to kill us." They giggled as they lightly kissed, foreheads resting on each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

~

"And the grammy, for Album of the year goes to..." Trevor Noah held his breath as he opened the envelope, smiling as he read out the card. "Harry Styles, Harry's House!"

Applause rang out as Harry cupped his face with his hands and then reached over to topple onto Y/n--who was frozen with shock--engulfing her in the tightest hug they've had since their wedding.

"I-I won." He voice was shaky, breathless despite sitting. "They called my name right?"

They broke apart, staring deep into each others eyes as Y/n nodded, eyes watering. "Yeah, go accept your award!”

She pushed Harry away, towards the stairs and the award. Lizzo was filming their hug and kept her camera focused on Y/n a bit longer before she flipped it round and filmed her face.

"Shit." Harry's voice rang out. "Thank you for this award. Since it's a big one, I want to explain this album a bit more."

Harry cleared his throat before he spoke. "I wrote this album for my person. Someone that has been by my side for everything in my life. All of the big things and all of the things that caused me to go to my lowest, you've been there, and I hope you could tell by this album."

Harry looked at y/n directly, something that was not missed by the room.

"I always keep you in my heart, especially when I can't be with you physically. Writing about you makes it seem like you're there right beside me. And I want you to know how much I love you when we are apart, when you can't reach me or my mum won't let me hang up the phone."

Harry sighed, not sure what to say next, except for one thing.

"For family." Harry lifted up the grammy and applause rang out. He was escorted off the to the side of stage, making sure to catch one last look at his muse. He didn't want to be apart from her for much longer. He wanted to go spend time with her, but of course, photos needed to be done.

He tried to reach for his phone in his pocket every now and then, wanting to call his mum and sister, tell them the big news even though he knew they would be home watching it on their telly—no doubt they were calling Y/n as he poses for some updates on the boy—but he left it with y/n who no doubt was taking a bunch of photos of herself while waiting.

Harry ment everything he said about his family, his with his wife and child, even the little critters that he wasn't too sure of at first; Harry just couldn't believe his life was going this perfect.

Once he was finally released from the photographers hold, Harry ran back to Y/n, making a couple wrong turns along the way, but eventually running in to the girl he was looking for in a small room outside of where they were filming the show.

"I won!" Harry's voice broke, nearly in tears again as Y/n's head whipped from who she was talking to--Adele, who quickly excused herself with a smile-- to embrace her love.

"I'm so proud of you!" They squeezed each other until both could hardly breath. "You deserved both of those grammys, love."

She started peckering a bunch of kisses all over his face, hands now squeezing his so squeezable face. "What do you want to do now? Go back to the show? After party? I got us invited to a couple so you can pick-"

"I kind of want to head home." Harry admitted. "Spend some time with you and the babe. That's all I want now."

Y/n smiled, giving him one last kiss on his little stumble. "Not even sex?"

Thats caused Harry to smile, kissing her cheek. "As enticing as that sounds I think it would be best to keep that for the morning." Harry sighed, starring into the mother of his child, his wife, his love, his one and only's eyes. "I love you. More than anything I could describe."

"You're going to make me cry." Harry's own eyes started to water, kissing the corner of her eye. He pulled her down the hall, to the back, where he organized a limo to be able to drop them off home whenever they pleased. Now seemed like a good time.

Harry came, saw, and conquered. Now, all he wanted to do was spend time at home with the ones who mattered.

[hereisrachel]

Realistic Simon "Ghost" Riley dating headcanons

- He is not interested in dating AT ALL

- Ghost actually is way too focused on his job, I personally like to think that a relationship is too big deal for him. He is dealing with enough stress for now

- He will repress any feelings towards you no matter what happens

- Realistically, he would never make any move towards you or would after you've known him for maybe 5 or more years

- Two things could happen then, he will eventually lose the feeling or they will grow stronger

- It makes him furious, he can't focus on anything. He wants to be back with his job but he is so distracted, he may think that it's stress or something but how can this be stress when he is thinking about you?

- He wants to hate you too but can't. His mind is flooding with somehow warm pictures of you. It disgusts him

- Tries to avoid you, but since he is in love obviously it's really hard

- So he makes small moves excusing himself "this is the last time, I wasn't looking at them, I sat next to them by accident" it irritates him as well.

- He sometimes doesn't talk, just being able to be in the same room as you makes him somehow happy

- Speaking of love, I highly doubt if he would like someone who is childish and annoying. I saw a lot of people make reader like that and I think he would just find them annoying.

- He prefers mature women that's for sure, he won't date someone who acts like a teenager

- If you won't confess first he will never do that. He can just accept but even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to tell you this

- he's a soldier, he barely knows how to act around women

- so he'll be awkward as fuck

- if you'll make a small talk he will listen but won't say anything back

- Maybe after knowing him for some years (I don't mean friendship, just like knowing him) he will say something back or even have a conversation

- It doesn't mean he doesn't care, he does but he is not able to show it

- nobody on earth could ever tell that he has a crush, the only evidence could be him looking in your direction a bit too many times

- If he accepts your feeling, your relationship with him will be the same as previously, almost non-existent sorry

- It's almost impossible to get the relationship going but he really does care for you

- He doesn't have much love in his heart, he doesn't love passionately or anything he is too hurt for that

- But this is somehow love

- it won't be easy to see that Ghost cares for you, but when something happens you're always in the back of his head and he's thinking.

- He's worried that you may get hurt.

- Always no matter what happens, it annoys him again ☠️

- He is much more tense when you aren't with him, he tries to get his mind out of it. You can take care of yourself after all right?

- Absolutely no touch, sorry again

- He likes sitting close to you thought

- Ghost, deep inside will be very grateful that you aren't pushing anything, you are both soldiers so that's understable plus you both are breaking the rules lmao

- If you think making him your boyfriend was hard, try to get him to bed

- If you will try it in the beggining of your relationship he will instantly break up with you. May take it as an attack or think that you will use him. That is the ending

- If you will wait, he probably won't think about it because he doesn't think about sex at all

- Sex topic aside now (there will be maybe separate post for that)

- It's all going really slowly, he smiles when you laugh at his jokes, he respects you for your brain and strenght, he likes having you around

- and maybe when his heart will eventually fill with love of you, he will accept your hug, again won't ask for it. He'll just wait for you to offer a hug

- Ghost is bad at all these things, he will be stiff as a wood and he'll just awkwardly put hands on your back

- I doubt if he will like that lol

- So no more hugs

- He doesn't like being touched or touching either

- He can make you coffee, help with something and this shit, this is his love language

- So yeah the relationship will be very uh

- You must be respectful and patient with him !!

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Just a reminder that this is just how I portray his character and I am not saying that this is 100% canon, also sorry for overusing "his, him, he" but I pay little attention to using names and it just looks like that 😭

[majaloveschris]

Why nothing makes sense, part 8.

Comic Con and Wedding Ring Edition

So before I start this part of the Why Nothing Makes Sense series, I'd like to say that I'm not saying there wasn't a wedding or that this isn't real. However, I'm going to explain why things don't make sense to me and why I think this might not be real.

So before we jump into this amazing Comic Con weekend, I'd like to go back to the DM Boston airport sighting. So that picture of them coming back from Portugal happened (according to that "anon") after their honeymoon and wedding. So we could all see in that picture that Alba was wearing no ring. This was obviously very weird to a lot of people, since if you are newly married, why wouldn't you want to wear your ring? We got explanations from anons, like they wanted to keep the marriage private or that they only had a commitment ceremony. After the thousands of articles and the comic con, we can all agree that both of these explanations are bullshit. So why wasn't she wearing a ring? Where was hers? If this is real and they got married, then why didn't she have hers on?

People love to throw around "they are private" excuses, but they aren't. They never were, and they never will, because they want to sell this relationship. Since Alba stepped into his life, he has forgotten that he is a private person. And he is still pretty private about everything except her. If they were private, there wouldn't have been Instagram stories uploaded or articles about their wedding, or he wouldn't have worn his ring, or even if he had, he wouldn't have talked about their wedding. This whole shitshow is everything but not private.

After people started questioning this whole ring thing, he suddenly appeared to wear one at the Comic Con. I think he was showing the ring much more on the first day but appeared to hide it more on the second. The ring alone looks cheap and not very fitting. I'm not only saying this based on the pictures, but I talked to someone who's met him (yeah, I have evidence they met), and they said it looked rather yellowish than gold, and it was clearly too big for him. He looked unhealthy, and I don't really understand the "he looks the healthiest and happiest he's ever been" comments because I don't really see it.

Then we got that amazing interview. So the whole thing started with the lady saying that he's been working a lot in the past 2 years, and if there was a personal project he was working on right now, This question was clearly planted. I doubt that he or his team didn't know about the questions prior to the interview. Even if they didn't know about this question, he could've said anything else. Saying he's getting ready for fall and immediately changing the subject, or he could've started talking about Dodger. He needed to talk about her; he needed to talk about the wedding. He said it was really, really great. Now call me disputatious, but he always said how much he wants to settle down, get married, and start a family. So if she is the one, if she is the person who makes him happy, etc., I would assume he would've said something like, "It was the best day of my life" or "This was everything I've ever wanted, and I'm so happy" not that it was "really, really great". Then he continued that they "kinda had two ceremonies, one on the East Coast and one in Portugal". What does "kinda" mean? You either had two ceremonies or not. And why did he say East Coast and not MA? Everyone knows he lives in Massachusetts, and there were like a thousand articles about them getting married, so there isn't really anything to hide at this point. Then he mentioned his wife's Portuguese, which we've all also known, and I don't even want to mention the awkward "Go Portugal!" thing. He also said it was wonderful and beautiful, but a lot to organize. Then he said they've been enjoying life since then, and he mentioned autumn and seemed excited and happy to talk about it. He turned back to "their" life, and his face changed again. It seemed like he didn't even take himself seriously when he said that they were "reflecting". I think he only mentioned the last sentence so he could change the subject and start talking about something. It felt like he was trying to remember everything he had to say and share.

People said he looked happy talking about the wedding. I mean, he didn't look desperate or sad like every other time we saw them together. I care more about actions than words, and him smiling while talking about the wedding won't make me forget how he acted during the NYC pap walk, Disney, that awkward car kiss, or the Boston airport photo. I also think that you can see that as soon as he changed the subject, he looked happier. He looked way more excited to talk about autumn and Dodger than about his own wife and their kinda weddings. And he definitely talked much more about it.

He didn't share new information; everything he's said we already knew about the weddings. There wasn't a fan who asked him about her during the interview; they knew the questions prior, and even if they didn't, he didn't have to talk about her. So then why? People won't start liking her and shipping them just because he talks about her, and what if some people think they didn't get married? They seem to care so much about what people think about this, which I don't really get since if this is real and they are happier than ever, then why do they keep trying to convince people that it is? They are supposed to be private, yet they act like they are selling something. They keep trying to fill gaps and make this more authentic, but it's not and never will be. Those things that make this whole thing really fake for me and for a lot of people are already out there. You can't change what's done, and no matter how hard they try, those inconsistencies and bullshit are out there and will stay there. They can try to explain and fill the gaps by "randomly" mentioning it or publishing an article, but again, why would they do that? Why are they doing all of this if this is genuine and they have nothing to sell or prove?

[andavs]

If eddie just kisses buck on his cheek, he would only realize what he did like 5 mins later and he would go 'oh' just as buck sits there frozen trying to process what just happened

I can see Eddie doing it and not even realizing at all until Buck's acting weird because he's overthinking it. It's natural, it's muscle memory for Eddie.

Mwah for Chris, mwah for Buck, grab his keys, out the door.

Meanwhile, there aren't a lot of people Buck gets cheek kisses from, so he would definitely remember if Eddie was one of them. He isn't. Or he wasn't. Until about ten minutes ago. And Buck has no idea what that means.

Chris either didn't notice or didn't consider it weird enough to comment on, and Buck doesn't want to make it weird if it's actually nothing, so he can't just ask. But he also can't just sit there with a freshly kissed cheek like that didn't just happen in the middle of gluing down big cut out letters for Chris' latest science project.

So because he's in a scientific kind of mood and can't do much more on the actual project layout until Eddie gets back with the tri-fold project board Chris swore he didn't need six hours prior, Buck takes a scientific approach and thinks through the concrete evidence he's gathered over the years.

Obviously Eddie gives Chris cheek kisses (and head kisses, and forehead kisses, and though they've waned as Chris has gotten older, every other kind of dumb, exaggerated kisses in dumb places just to make his son laugh). He gives his abuela cheek kisses, and Pepa. His mom and sisters. They're all family, that makes sense.

Eddie does not give any of the 118 cheek kisses. There's plenty of hugs, but no kisses that Buck has witnessed. Somehow he can't quite picture Eddie planting one on Chim at the end of a shift. Eddie considers the team to be family, and has said as much many times before, but not cheek kiss kind of family.

Buck is part of the 118.

Buck just got a cheek kiss.

Which based on evidence would group him not with the 118, but with the Diaz family.

Which does not bode well for Buck's not-quite-familial feelings towards Eddie.

But. He also clearly remembers a cheek kiss or two for Ana. Who was definitely not grouped in with the Diaz family or the 118 family. She was in her own circle on the Eddie Diaz Venn Diagram of Cheek Kisses, and if Buck was feeling particularly confident, he might say he himself occupied the very center of this diagram where all of these circles overlapped.

Except he's not feeling all that confident, and for all he knows, he actually occupies his own mutant growth off of the 118 circle that only gets cheek kisses because he promised to vacuum up the sand they've already spilled on the floor for this science project. Eddie really hates vacuuming, that's a definite possibility.

He's still staring into space at the dining table when Eddie gets back with the tri-fold project board. He's also sitting there totally alone, because he was so wrapped up in his mental Venn diagrams that he completely missed whenever Chris got bored and went into the kitchen to get a snack.

Eddie doesn't seem to find this weird at all as he bitches about the lady in front of him at the check-out who bought the store's entire stock of bagged fake snow even though it's May, and of course each bag had to be rung up individually. Halfway through, he tosses a pack of Reese's onto the table, even though neither he nor Chris likes them very much. Buck loves Reese's, and Eddie knows this, because he always makes a face when Buck licks the chocolate that gets left behind on the paper cup.

He calls for Chris and pulls his chair a little closer to Buck, and when he sits down their thighs are pressed against each other. Neither of them moves away. They might actually end up even closer together as the three of them work through the evening, and after Chris goes to bed, they finish cleaning up the project debris together. Buck vacuums and Eddie gathers up all the cut up bits of paper.

And when Eddie nods for Buck to follow down the hall to his bedroom instead of setting up the couch like he usually does, Buck starts to think that maybe being the center of the Eddie Diaz Venn Diagram of Cheek Kisses isn't such a long shot after all.

[eventually27]

Kit fanfic where reader takes the blame for him in the asylum and gets punished? Thanks :)

Absolutely! I hope you enjoy it. I didn't have much time but I hope it's OK. Xx

Protection..

*warnings, abuse, pain, punishment, foul language*

You sat playing noughts and crosses. You're pretty sure it was your 100th game of the afternoon, just like it was the 100th time that darn song was played in the common room, over and over and over again, that song haunted your dreams, you heard it even when it wasn't playing.

" Well, it looks like I've won again." Kit laughed. He was the only thing that got you through the day. You thought about seeing his face to get you through each night. Together, you made this place more bareable, if that's what you could call it. Kit lit you a cigarette and passed it to you, "thanks, Kit." You gave him a smile, and he gave you a wink in return, "Any time, darlin, " Oh how you loved hearing him call you that. You had been here for a year, well it felt like 10, Kit had arrived halfway through, he was a mess when he arrived, because he lost his wife, not only that but they say he killed her, he says he didn't and you believe him. He never talks about the ungodly things he saw that night, but his screams from his nightmares are enough for you to understand, he is like you and you aren't like the people in here, you don't belong here, you aren't evil people, you arnt cold hearted killers. You breathed out the smoke from your lungs, and your thoughts were interrupted by the doors smashing open and the music coming to an abrupt stop. You knew this wasn't a good thing, Sister Jude would only stop the music if someone was in trouble and trouble meant punishment.

Sister Jude didn't believe in mental illness. She thought it was a fashionable explanation for sin. She truly believed that the abuse and punishments (the long lists of punishments) were carried out in the name of salvation. Her twisted mind really believed what she was doing was good. You often thought she must enjoy torturing as she did it so much, everyone dreded her presence, because with that, she bought fear.

"Quiet now, line yourselves up, someone here as committed a misdeed," she hissed, the sound of her feet walking up and down the queue of you all echoed through your ears, She stopped in front of Kit and then infront of you, "you two in my office " she screamed, you could see the fear in Kits eyes, it poured out of them, he had suffered to much pain from Sister Jude because of the story he told her about the night his wife was killed, she tried to beat his beleifs out of him. You wondered what it was that had happened. What misdeeds have been committed? And that's when your mind shot back to this morning.

"There is no one I'd rather roll dough with," Kit laughed. You worked together every other morning, making bread rolls. You savoured this time, time away from the music, time away from everybody else. You laughed and joked, for this time working, you forgot, you forgot where you were, you forgot about everything that had happened and things nearly felt normal. "You'd think after all this time you'd be better at it, Kit,' you joked playfully, hitting him and wiping flour on his apron, " Oh darlin my talents are in other places" he winked pulling you up against him and pressing his lips against yours, it felt as if your surroundings disappeared. You pictured yourself kissing him in a house you both just bought, boxes everywhere. The only worries you had were paint colours and carpets. Kit went to lift you up onto the countertop, but your passion was ended by the sound of him knocking off the tray of bread rolls you had just prepared. They were all over the floor and ruined. You both froze. "Oh no, what have I done?" he whispered. It wasn't the bread rolls that brought him so much concern it was the punishment that would follow the discovery. " We are going to have to hide them, put the others in the oven, and get rid of the evidence," you said, before you knew it you were both trying to stuff the rolls into the bin, right at the bottom moving past all the other rubbish, in hopes no one would notice, you both thought it might just work.

But here you were, both being led into the office of the torturer that was Sister Jude. It obviously didn't work. You looked at Kit as you both walked through the office door. He looked towards the cupboard, which held the pain eflicting canes. It was as if just by looking at it all that all the pain had felt in his life came flashing back, he was petrified. "Now you both know why you are here. You were the ones in the kitchen this morning. It seems you can not resist sin, and evil must be met with evil, " she said, with a grin. " So, which one of you was it? Or was it both of you?" She demanded answers. You knew you had to do this, Kit didn't deserve any more pain. You didn't want him to feel any more pain, the look on his face. You knew he would break if he felt the cane against his skin once more. Kit cleared his throat and was about to speak. You knew he would admit what he had done. He wasn't a liar, he always admitted his wrongs, but before he could, you yelled, "It was me sister, I knocked the rolls off, it had nothing to do with Kit, It happened as he was mopping the floors, he wasn't even close to them, I decided to hide them and lie to you", you tried not to look at Kits face but only Sister Judes, you wanted her to beleive you more than anything. "Hmmm, is this true, Kit? Or is Y/N trying to help you?" She said, standing right in front of his face. He didn't speak. He must have been unsure what to say. "I see, well, for your discretion, I will leave it up to you to pick which cane I will use on your friend," she laughed, unlocking the cupboard to reveal several canes starting from small and ending in extra large. "Sister, don't use any. Use one on me instead, " Kit shouted as he watched Sister Jude run her fingers along the line of canes. " So you not only refuse to answer me, but now you try to tell me how to do my job, hmm? You will sit back and watch me use a cane of my choice on your special friend, " she stopped her finger on the largest cane. You knew she was enjoying this, you looked at Kit and he mouthed the words sorry, you could see tears in his eyes, but you knew it wasnt his fault, and the truth is you would take the wrath of all of those canes if it meant he didn't have to.

"Now, I hope this will teach you a lesson, and you will think back to this before you do such things. Maybe this will teach you not to accept the sins of others, " Sister Jude snapped while pointing the desk. You knew what you had to do. You bent over the desk and lifted up your clothing to expose your back, also exposing the scars from previous torturing, the scars you had hidden from Kit. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he could see them. You braced yourself for what was going to happen, you pressed your lips together as tight as you could, you didn't want to let out a scream, you didn't want Kit to feel anyworse than he did already. You closed your eyes and listened as Sister Judes footsteps got closer to you. You heard the leather slap against her hand, the sound burnt your ears. The suspense made it worse. The wait before you were struck, you try your best to take yourself to a happy place, picturing your earlier images of you and Kit surrounded by moving boxes, It's the only thing that could help distract you.

*smack*

You felt the piping hot burn of the leather spread across your back. It hurt more over your scars. You managed to keep any signs of pain in for kits' sake, Sister Jude must not have liked that because you were sure she tried her best to get you to scream, the next 5 beatings stung more and more, your eyes were filled with tears, you couldnt help but whimper in pain, you felt on fire, your skin felt open and raw, you knew you had one more, then it would be over, you didn't think you could take one more but you had to try.

*smack*

You let out a scream, you tried to fight it but it was impossible, you could hear Kit telling Sister Jude to stop, you could hear the upset in his voice. "That's enough now Y/N, I hope you've learnt your lesson, and that you will not return to sin" she spoke these words with happiness across her face, happiness for the pain she had just caused. You tried to stand, but the pain was unbearable as your spine tried to bend straight. You felt the hands of Kit pull your clothing down to cover you up. He placed his arms around you to walk you out of the room. You looked up at him and could see his eyes were filled with tears, " Let's go, darlin," he whispered. You could feel the pain in his voice. It stung just as much as the leather.

Kit called out for Lana to get some water and something to wipe you with, "Let me clean you up, let me have a look at you" he whispered still unable to get his words out properly, he sat you down on the chair and took you in his arms, he kissed you on the forhead and asked "why did you do that? You didn't deserve that. You did nothing wrong, " you replied."No, you didn't deserve that, Kit. You've been through enough. I couldn't bare to see you in any more pain. Seeing you in pain would have been much worse than what I have just endured. " You took your hand and placed it on Kits face and said,"I'd do it a million times over to save you. "

[sushicha]

I think one if the things that's always bothered me about the backlash Shartney shippers get is that whenever we engage with or talk about ANY of the evidence, we get accused of "stalking". I preface this by saying yes, some of the behaviors in the community over the years borders on cyberstalking. Like, I wasn't apart of the Shourtney Discord server, I never geoguessr'ed their fucking hotel rooms or anything like that.

But like... why am I a stalker because I watched Jackie's IG story and saw them slow dancing? Or why am I a stalker because Courtney posted a cute picture with Shayne on their IG story that quickly got removed? Or why am I stalker because I have fucking eyes and can tell there are extreme similarities between Courtney's and Shayne's apartments? Or why am I a stalker because one day I look through Courtney's tagged photos and see a family picture with both of them? Does it take Sherlock levels of obsessiveness to conclude that Courtney wearing Shayne's exact ASU sweater is kind of an intimate thing?

Like, I just love Smosh, I follow a lot of their socials, and I have basic fucking observational skills. And the idea of them dating is kind of exciting and I like to talk with other people about it and make sure I'm not crazy.

I agree that certain Shourtney discourse over the years has sucked. People extrapolate wild conclusions based on little to no evidence at all. It's been very cis-heteronormative which is lame, especially when Courtney is LGBTQ.

That's why I wasn't really a Shourtney shipper until the ACTUAL evidence started rolling in. And the thing is, the proof is all on public platforms, y'all. Half of the shit literally just pops up on my feed, like Smosh people's stories, or even Shourtney TikToks and compilations. It's usually tagged with Smosh, so like, I'm gonna see it? And for the little amount of digging I have done, I literally just look up "#shourtney" on IG or Tumblr. Takes two steps.

"Stalking", be so ffr...

I get that everyone wants to enjoy the fruits of the Shourtney ship while moral grandstanding about how "weird" the shippers are in order to make themselves look superior. Like, congrats to you all??? But we're all lowkey invested, and it's not that deep.

I'm the first to admit that it sucks that they want to keep their relationship a secret, yet all of us have lowkey found out and dissect their posts and shit. But again, I just have eyes... I'm not out following them home, and I'm not out here Jehovah's Witnessing at people's doors about the good word of Shourtney. We hop on Tumblr or IG or TikTok and talk amongst ourselves.

Yeah, they've probably seen some of, or maybe even a lot of what people have found out. We're not conversing in private chatrooms. However, the sheer number of people who DON'T know, and/or Shourtney deniers is proof that we're not out of control and their efforts to conceal it is still very effective. No one's made a YouTube essay, mf'ers like Keemstar aren't running their mouths... it's chill, guys. Despite all the evidence out there, Courtney still said that Shourtney shippers don't bother her. So like???

/rant

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Unpopular opinion: I really don't like "Adieu". The text. When I first heard it I thought is this the last song of a Schlagerfestival? "Adieu, goodbye, auf Wiederseh'n"? Srsly? This must be a joke and they sit at home and have a laugh about it. Paul "Det schrapelt dann dicht am Schlager vorbei" Landers votes for such a Schnulze? I like their ballady stuff because they don't make them cheesy and the texts are idk not just stating, not using the most obvious but painting a picture (I read it being compared to using chiffren which I remember from school). "Adieu" just feels so plain and schnulzig, just words with nothing to it. But I have to say that I find many of the newer texts lacking. They may be more refined but for me miss this spark, this inspiration the earlier texts had.

Well...i don't know if it's a really *un* popular opinion, but indeed a lot of people seem to like the song, and imo it really works well live as the closer of a show. Not all songs that work on an album work on stage, but this one does.

But i get what you're saying i think, usually Rammstein songs have a sort of extra 'layer', either because the lyrics have a certain twist, or the music does that...personally (but this will come as no surprise) i like the Rammstein 'ballads' that turn up the guitars and drums at some point and for me that really elevates it to something special

Like Frühling in Paris (especially the 2012 version, with the later live versions they join in later)

or indeed 'Ohne Dich' which paints a great picture (as anon puts it) by itself, and the video adds even more

That said, i kinda like Adieu, although i'm still looking for the full meaning of the video (here at least the video provided a twist 😊) but it's definitely a sing-along, and yes, i can see the 'Schnulze' (tearjerker, maybe we should start a useful Rammstein fan dictionary 🌺) part of it... It obviously passed the Rammstein democracy, and although they all have equal say in it, i doubt anything would get on an album if feisty Paul really didn't like it 😇

Maybe they are getting a bit more open to less anger/provocation with age...and maybe that's only natural (i don't think they would have taken to the balloons as much 30 years ago as they do now), and maybe it's a by-product of the Covid period...friends and loved ones passing away (like Schneider's dad did between the Untitled and Zeit albums)

Rammstein evolves every time we see them, remember when some of them (definitely Flake, but i think others too) commented on thinking it really 'yucky' to do the 'let us see your hands' 'clap along to this" kind of songs...and yet, 'Ich Will' and 'Du Hast' are two of their biggest songs, and always popular with the live crowd (and about both fans complain that they are...'not Rammstein', often meaning not as 'angry' as on the first album).

The first album was 30 years ago, so it's a good thing they aren't still stuck there, or (worse) in the Mutter era. As much as the band evolves, their music evolves with them, it's still Rammstein, but Rammstein at the age they are. That's one of the reasons why i'm glad Rammstein do relatively few covers, because imo their own songs work so well, because they are unmistakingly theirs.. 🌺

That said, i do agree that the texts are sometimes a little bit less layered on Untitled and Zeit; on Untitled i had a feeling there were more texts with just single words, than flowy sentences. On Zeit the song itself, my feeling was that that came back again (i love Zeit the song), but i don't have many warm feelings for f.i. the lyrics of Zick Zack and DT, as fun as they are to yell out loud, those miss a little bit of that spark for me.. 🌺

But like i said, i do love 'Zeit' and f.i. 'Meine Tränen'...for that last one i'd love a video, as i think it could be a follow up to Mutter (this time with all of them in it)

And i ❤️ that we got the Zeit album in the first place...knowing Rammstein, that wasn't so evident in the first place 🌺

[itsmeimcathy]

{ klarolineauseason } - week 6: crossovers/fusions

The Good Place AU. Caroline opens her eyes and finds herself alone in a non-descript waiting room with no memory of how she got there. A soft elevator music masks the awkward silence, and in front of her, on an otherwise empty wall, there's a green writing: Welcome! Everything is fine.

It doesn't look that fine to her.

A man named Silas welcomes her inside a boring beige and brown office that could belong anywhere: there are potted plants and pretty paintings and it just feels as if someone has decored it to calm and reassure its guests. The man keeps smiling and making off-kilter jokes, and in the end Caroline remembers her life and understands that 1) she's dead, 2) this is the afterlife, and 3) according to her previous moral conduct when she was alive, she has apparently scored the best part of it, that is - the Good Place.

Except, how did she end up there? She's pretty sure there must be a mistake - an identity swap - since all of the informations Silas has about her are wrong. But she's not about to turn down this gift and risk ending up in hell, right?

Silas walks her through the neighborhood where she will spend the rest of her eternity, shows her her house - a small monstrosity filled with clown paintings, a clear evidence of that fact that someone else was supposed to be there - and introduces her to her assigned soulmate, Enzo, and the couple living in the mansion nearby, Klaus and Katherine.

And as time passes and life in the supposedly peaceful afterlife becomes progressively worse, Caroline is even more certain that it's because of her - plus, she can't help but being drawn by not-her-soulmate Klaus, and this can't be happening, right?

Hopefully, if they work together and help each other she can avoid an eternity in the Bad Place...

*****

"Welcome to the Good Place. Sponsored by: otters holding hands while they sleep. You know the way you feel when you see a picture of two otters holding hands? That's how you're gonna feel every day."

[The Good Place, season 1, episode 1]

*****

"I'm not supposed to be here."

Klaus rolls his eyes, decadently sipping the bland whisky they have been served. "Of course not, sweetheart. It's such a lovely party and yet you dragged me to a broom closet..."

"No, you don't understand," Caroline hisses, raising on her toes to whisper against his ear - he tries to ignore the shudder that follows. "I don't belong here - in the Good Place. That's why everything is messed up and Silas is stressed out and I made shrimps rain! And I can't even do anything because Bonnie is always nearby-"

"Did you call?"

They both jump, turning to the mysterious entity - not a human, not a robot - whose only purpose seems to be accomodating their needs and/or potentialy spying on them. Her sudden apparition has made the closet all the more cramped, squishing them together.

"No, Bonnie, thank you. You may go," Caroline tells her wearily.

The - Bonnie - continues to smile brightly. "Okay." And she's gone.

Caroline puts some space between them as she glares at him, in a see-what-did-i-tell-you kind of way.

But Klaus is frowning, evidently thinking back to what she has just told him. "What do you mean, you don't belong here?" He keeps a low tone of voice, for which she's grateful. "And why are you telling me this, instead of - your soulmate, for example? Aren't you afraid I might go to Silas?"

He then blinks, perplexed, when Caroline puts her hand inside her dress - rummaging around her décolleté - until she fishes a folded note and hands it to him, nervous. "This is why."

Klaus abandons his glass on a shelf near the door and carefully opens the note, fingers smoothing the paper with her pretty handwriting on it.

Caroline - find Klaus.

She twists her fingers as she waits for his reaction, hoping that her past self had made the right choice in pushing her towards this man - a man who wasn't even her own soulmate, according to what Silas claimed. Not that Enzo wasn't great, but there was something in the back of her mind that kept nagging at her and made her question everything.

Caroline just wishes that he has the answer she's looking for, because otherwise she might just resign herself to the fact that she's going crazy in her life after death.

She speaks again before he has the chance to. "I think - something may have happened here, and I lost my memories, but before that I left myself that message. And honestly I feel that it's the only thing that makes sense, for me to trust you, so I'm with my gut feeling on this. And, and... I'm scared, okay, I don't want to end in the Bad Place, and I don't know what to do, and it seems like you have your life - or, well, death - together. So, that's why I'm here."

They remain in silence for a few agonizing seconds, looking at each other, Klaus holding the note close as if it were something precious instead of a random scrap of paper. A muscle twitches in his jaw and suddenly his hands grab her shoulders, delicately, drawing her near.

"Caroline, love, take a deep breath," he instructs, speaking softly. "Now, listen carefully - there is no need to be scared. I'm on your side, alright? We're friends. And I think you're right - something is definitely wrong here, because I can remember my life perfectly well and I assure you that I am not supposed to spend eternity in paradise."

Caroline widens her eyes, caught off guard. "What - you too? How is that possible? And how, how..." She stutters, on the verge of a panic attack. "Are they going to punish us when they find out?"

His thumbs are drawing small circles on her skin in a soothing way. "None of us will end up in the Bad Place if I can prevent it, sweetheart. Look - we should probably go back to the party, in case our soulmates or Silas are wondering where we are, and then we'll meet up later to discuss it, okay?"

She nods, biting her lips. "Yeah, sure, that's a good idea. I mean, it's not as if the neighborhood is falling apart, right? Mistakes happen all the time, why would heaven be any different?"

Klaus tries to smother a smirk. "Yes, exactly. Are you feeling a bit better?"

"I mean, I'm already dead, what's worse?" Then she closes her eyes, wincing. "Wait, don't answer that."

He smiles a bit, fondly, then takes a step back and slips her note in the inside pocket of his jacket. "Let's go now. Meet me afterwards at the lake behind our houses?"

Caroline nods again, then grabs his sleeve before he can open the door. "Klaus - thank you."

His answering smile keeps playing in the back of her mind for the rest of the evening, quieting her inner turmoil and making her feel hopeful for the first time since she has woken up in this place.

Too bad he wasn't her soulmate - right?

[solarisgod]

❝ There aren't any pictures of me as a kid . ❞

 The pair stands before the floral wall of photo frames . They are in what the Everlove compares this special place to an art gallery . The craft room , once a spot for guests to sleep in . The roof is the window glass . Each side of the room have a wall that displays one to two specifics form of art : Visual arts with photos , poems ⅋ short stories , DVD discs ⅋ VHS tapes , ⅋ lastly , craftworks . In the center , there is a large table with art supplies surrounding it . This is where love begins ⅋ spreads forever . Micah notices Warlock have been staring at the images of themself when they were a child , Mimi . The tone lacks envy or relief , anything . It's a simple reopen of a feral dog's wound that consumed everything . Eyes away from its own , Micah cups Warlock's cheeks to analyze its sharp details .

 ❝ Well , if you like , I can draw one of you as so with the best of my imagination . ❞ They kiss its forehead . ❝ I wasn't much of a photo person , actually . . . ❞ Micah shares gently , leaning back to brush its hair . ❝ I broke my parents' camera when they showed me my image for the first time . ❞ Warlock's head perks , surprise evident in its sudden motion , as if it couldn't ever believe that they , the softest little star , would do such a thing . Micah chuckles in warmth , like they're appreciating the memory despite its mishap . ❝ My neighborhood ⅋ school called me Breaker . Many adults thought it's 'cause I break my bones often jumping off high areas , ❞ Micah's hand leaves Warlock's strands , their smile weaker .

 Mimi Everlove the Breaker . She's always breaking everything ⅋ especially herself . ❝ But I was so easy to ruin everything . They didn't know it's often in fear . I broke the camera , seeing an image of myself , 'cause I thought I was going to get hurt by someone I couldn't recognize . ❞ I thought I , a monster , was going to hurt myself . ❝ So my parents encouraged me to draw myself as a star so I could associate myself with something familiar . . . That's me over there . ❞ Micah points at a framed image with a star , small ⅋ shining on the center . ❝ You can look like anything you wish at any point of life , so tell me what you see yourself as before , I'll draw you . ❞ They will love it in every forms .

[acourtofthought]

The whole 4 book buildup is such a reach, I feel like some Elriel with a big following made the claim and they all went along with it, because, no one else agrees. Even friends of mine who are casual readers and don't care who ends up with who are genuinely confused when I tell them about the fandom drama.

Book 1: 0 points. Azriel wasn't even introduced

Book 2: 0 points. Elain and Lucien were mated in ACOMAF. At this time, SJM goes on record to explain why she mated them and we can expect to see tension and growth, TOGETHER. Clearly, Elriel isn't anywhere on her radar or mind, especially if she's openly talking about Elucien. My favorite game is sharing this interview with Elriels and watching them spiral.And, let's not even get into Mor and Azriel. If only SJM had made them endgame; we wouldn't be in this mess. But as far as Azriel is concerned, Elain who? He's all about Mor.

Book3: 0 points. The series ended here, as planned, Elain is by Lucien's side. There is enough clues indicating they will find a way to one another. There was so much buildup between them? From Elain needing sunshine, to taking a step towards him, to smiling at him after the war. Asking him if he is ok. Besides all that, she is still, as far as we know in love with Grayson. Her heart is broken. It made sense why SJM didn't push Lucien on Elain there and left it open ended to a future if the series ended. BUT, it didn't and this is the time she's interviewed and teased future books, this is also the time she includes Elucien in headcanon vacations and when she said Elriel had a sibling bond. The Twitter meltdown was epic to watch.

Book 4: 0 points, Azriel is looking at Mor with so much heat that is makes Feyre uncomfortable and in the same book, he looks at Elain with pity, sighs with relief that he didn't have to get her or Nesta a gift. Yeah, real romantic. I do think this js when Elain started developing her crush, or interest in Azriel, but as we don't have her POV, we can't for sure say why she likes Az, if it was purely physical, if it was to prove she could get over Grayson, if it was to prove to herself the bond with Lucien doesn't have a strong grasp on her. We don't know yet. That's what elriels don't get. Without Elains POV. It's all assumptions. But who's POV we do have? Oh that's right Azriel

Book 5: 0 points, because NOTHING ultimately happened, Azriels POV, per canon, showed us he never thought about a future with Elain, he refuses to answer a question about Mor. Azriel and Elain aren't a couple, the aren't in love, Azriel says she hardly knows him. There is no real foundation for anything when it comes to endgame couples from SJM. She never even let these two off the dock. Elries love to say nesta know his secrets, did they even watch SJMs interview? She said Nesta can relate to Azriel, because she knows what's it's like to hold in pain and not be ready, that's the secrets imo she comments about in Azriel. And if Feyre knows about Mor, it's safe to assume nesta does too as Mor is the one by the fire.like I don't think it's a secret Az is in love with Mor to anyone, yes, cassian noted a change, but he still isn't over her.

So my point is, when you look at the BIG picture of things and also take into account the context, Elriel really had nothing more than a few cute moments, all the theories I see from them constantly change, or use text taken out of context, like they see notorious for that shit. Like, oh let's pick a random word and make it a  parallel and use a bunch of words to sound convincing, not to mention the lies they spread. 😂

Eluciens and Gwynriels don't argue and say they are in love, or make some far fetched off page theories, we aren't stupid. We are aware there is no romance between them right now, it's the pontential, given SJM patterns and her interviews, she's buildt a romance on a lot less. Besides, eluciens have what elriels wish they did, a mating bond. ☺️ and gwnriels have strong evidence of one, but we aren't naive enough to think Azriel is in a good place to jump into a ship, which is why a friends to lovers works for them.

That's what I think E/riels miss, the big picture. Yes, there are definitely times where you can point to the text and say, "this was a cute E/riel moment!" but when you pull back and look at everything surrounding that moment, it ruins it's authenticity and everything combined doesn't look good for an E/riel endgame.

And no, Gwynriel isn't in love yet but that's a good thing. Because Az isn't fully over Mor and no one wants him falling for Gwyn while he's still conflicted over Mor. But any moments Gwynriel share, even as friends, isn't ruined by the bigger picture in the way E/riels were. Gwynriel moments still stand up as being positive, healthy, and fun interactions versus E/riels which are surrounding by negativity, hiding who they are from one another, and a mismatch in interests and personality's.

[kinkmom]

Concealed identity incest is definitely my fave, I love when they have the realization while they're orgasming

That's a very good time to have the realization. The other side, realizing it's your brother just as he's nutting in you, is also very good. >:3c

Anon number two, you really had to put it in the worst possible way but ok. :'I I've got the noncon variety here:

One is Dirk, drugged so out of his mind he doesn't remember where he was and what he was doing before finding himself tied to a bed in spread eagle and tightly blindfolded. Not an ideal position in any way, but he's a bit too out of it to get properly scared. At least not yet. Someone is in the room with him, not speaking a word, but while blinded his senses are way heightened, so when the bed dips under the other person's weight he's ready to gather as much identifying info as he can. Definitely a man, his body feels lean but heavy, so he's likely tall. Big and warm hands, timid yet curious touch. He has a stubble and probably has bangs. His scent is familiar somehow, Dirk is sure he knows this person, but from where...? Trying to get him to talk isn't working, but the little sighs of pleasure he lets out when touching him are better than nothing. And when the man grabs Dirk's jaw and kisses him, a tongue piercing clinks against his teeth. All the subtle little clues come together and Dirk gets the worst, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Dave." he states, rather than asks and the man on top of him freezes.

Depending on whichever way you want to play it, Dave could lose his cool and blurt out something, or keep Dirk guessing if the freezing was just confusion about being called by someone else's name while committing a serious crime. The rest of the scenario has Dirk much more vocal and distressed, trying to appeal to his brother's empathy. :3

...It would definitely be pretty funny if it wasn't Dave but some random dude who just happened to use the same cologne, have the same smoking habits and have somewhat the same features. Like, "...Your home life must be pretty fucked up if you thought I was your brother, I'm so sorry dude. I actually don't want to do this anymore, take care. :("

The other scenario I've been turning around in my head like a microwave plate is the Dirkette out on a riverside trail in the evening, I drew couple of pictures of it a while back. The Striders are out somewhere remote in a nice cottage to spend the summer and Dirkette likes to take walks by herself, the area is safe and there aren't many other people around. Dave obviously knows where she goes and when, so it's easy for him to cook up a plan to fulfill his assault fantasies. He can easily get ahead of his sister by car and enter the trail at some other point and lie in wait, properly disguised. And when he does show himself Dirkette knows better than to stand around when a guy in all black and his face concealed appears on a remote nature trail. Despite Dirkette being fit, Dave's got longer legs and he eventually catches her, easily having his way with her and escaping the scene just as fast. He drives his car a bit further away, changes his clothes and freshens up the best he can. Just in time to recieve a call from badly shaken Dirkette to come pick her up.

Dave plays easily the worried big brother, he's still jittery from what he's done, but like this it seems like protective fury. She's an awful sight, white dress muddy and bruises forming on her arms, hair messy and expression distraught, but relieved to see her brother. Seeing his sister cry like this tears him in two opposite directions at the same time, but he's more than ready to comfort her, have her in his arms, take her home and care for her. She doesn't resist when Dave tells her to take a shower (get all that pesky DNA evidence off while Dave hides his clothes to get disposed of later). He offers to call the police, but Dirkette has already decided that it wouldn't do anything, who would believe a guy in all black and wearing a balaclava suddenly appears out of nowhere and rapes her? She'd rather go to sleep now, worry about all of it later... Dave gets her a plan b and anything she wants.

A day or two later Dirkette needs something from Dave's room, opens his closet and a bag falls on her. Out flops something black and a pair of sunglasses in a style Dave doesn't use. She picks up the black thing and holds it out in front of her. It's a balaclava. Her blood might as well be battery acid as she puts the two and two together, the shades fit right on the face of her attacker and there's other clothes in the bag and...

"...I was going to throw that out today." Dave says, standing by the door uncharacteristically serious. He pushes the door closed behind himself and turns the lock, never taking his eyes off his sister. Now that she knows, might as well take another round or two. Dirkette drops all she's holding and can only take steps back deeper into the room, panic clouding her mind. She tries to bolt and jump across the bed, but that only leads to Dave pinning her down right where he wants her. Dave, in his usual style, starts monologuing, apologizing, pleading her to play along because he doesn't want to hurt her, telling how much easier it would be if she just let this happen, how much he loves her and how it breaks his heart to eventually lose her to someone else, how he could take care of everything for her if she let him, how good he can be, how desperate he's to have her and how sorry he's for fucking everything up just for this.

It could go either way, Dave just raping his sister there again while she either lies motionless or tries to scream and scratch him the best she can, or Dirkette convincing him to give her time to come to him (kind of) willingly and be incredibly gentle with her. The last option also allows for some lovely lingerie or something sheer to please her brother. :3

[princessdong]

Jae! An idea for bunny!jiu au- Reader was forced by her friend to visit an bunny girl cafe (coz they wanted to see maid outfits and needed company so reader was forced to join). The bunny girls served the customers and a lot of them flirted with Reader. Unbeknownst to them , one of them was friends with Jiu and has seen pictures of reader with jiu. They took a picture (like a selfie)with readers nd her friend and sent it to jiu. Jiu checks the picture to find a couple of bunny girls hugging and clinging to the reader. (The reader is Just trying to be nice and not indulge in their flirtations).

You can decide the reaction, Jae. But I would love to add a line-

"do you really like how those girls dress?" Jiu had whispered her question but in the silence of the situation the reader heard it loud and clear. Turning to see a different look in the hybrid's eyes the readers faced burned in embarassment and her ears turned red like tomato.

Oh 👀 I like it, also, I’m gonna change the line a bit, I hope you don’t mind!

Going to a bunny girl cafe wasn't something you ever planned on. The idea of women being forced to dress with a maid outfit just to please someone's sick fantasies didn't sit well with you... But then again, no one was forced to work there, the girls who worked there decided to do so on their own, so it was more of a moral thing with you.

Yet you were going to get into one, because one of your friends wanted to go, something about the maid outfit that you didn't hear, maybe it was that you didn't really want to hear the full explanation, but agreed to go just for the sake of it. The place from the outside looked like a cute cafe, you wouldn't complain, and you asked yourself dumb questions like how good the coffee was, or if they had cakes or things like that.

When you got in you found a cafe full of bunny hybrids in maid outfits, and the cafe half full. Your friend quickly grabbed you by your arm, walking to an empty table, looking at the girls coming and going from table to table and even to the kitchen.

"Be careful, you're gonna break your neck." You teased, earning a chuckle from your friend.

"You know Y/N, now I understand why you were so struck with Minji, those girls are really pretty." She said, earning a playful smack on her arm.

"Moon Byulyi! That's not why I fell for her." You scolded her lightly, knowing that she was only messing with you.

Moonbyul and you knew each other for a long time. You went to the same elementary school, and even if you chose different paths in college, you always went back to hanging out with her.

"I know, I know, but you can't tell me you never had the fantasy." She told you, but you quickly shook your head.

"I never did so, and I'm being honest on that." You told her.

You most definitely didn't think about it at all, it was simply something you always had associated with creeps, because why would you like that? Well, the answer was in just looking at those girls, and imagining Jiu in that place.

"You're red now." Moonbyul commented it, evidently finding funny your embarrassment. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you? Are you thinking about Minji specifically or did any other girl catch your eyes?" She kept teasing, knowing that probably it was because you thought about Jiu.

You instantly looked back at Moonbyul, shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts in your head. But of course your friend was not going to let it go so easily, so you have to endure the teasing, at least until a bunny came to you. And after her, two more.

"Did you decide what to drink, girls?" The first one asked while the second one sat next to you, quickly introducing herself. You smiled at her, and shook her hand, trying to show that she was just there for the coffee, and Moonbyul, who had that teasing smile plastered on her face, as she saw how you tried to let the other bunny hybrid that you were not available, yet you were obviously failing miserably, as you had now two bunny hybrids all over you.

"I'll have an Americano, and my friend here will get a latte." Moonbyul said, looking at the girls, being just straightforward in their flirting, and you not being straightforward enough.

But they seemed to understand, as they left after the order was placed... Only for a new girl to appear, flirting with you while pretending to be asking your order. Her cover didn't last long, as Moonbyul told her that you two had already ordered, but still she got to flirt with you.

"It seems like you're really popular with bunny hybrids, huh? Do you have something on that gets you to be this popular? Like, is there something like catnip but for bunnies?" She asked you, just to tease you more.

"No, there's not... But you're starting to sound jealous, Byul." You teased back, laughing when you saw her rolling her eyes.

"I'm not jealous, I'm just teasing you." You laughed at her, shaking your head at her response.

"Whatever you say..." Just as you answered, another pair of hybrids came in, and only one of them looked at you, which you were grateful for.

They gave your orders, with the one looking at you flirting as she gave you your coffee and a chocolate cake you were sure Moonbyul didn't asked for.

"Oh no, it's on the house. We always gift them something to the cute customers." The girl had told you, making you giggle nervously.

"Uh, I... I'm taken. Not by my friend here, but... I have a girlfriend." You finally said, not wanting to get anyone's hopes up.

"Ah, it's okay, don't worry, you still get to keep the cake." The girl had told you smiling in a way you never had expected to see in someone who just got rejected. "Can I still take a picture with you?"

You looked at her, confused, yet you decided to nod. Two other girls got closer to you when you were getting ready to take the picture, and it made you chuckle as you remembered Jiu and her ability to somehow hear everything. Two of the bunnies gave you a kiss on the cheek while you were smiling, which made you blush, and it got captured by the camera right on time, before you could do anything.

The other bunny seemed embarrassed by her colleagues but they let them be as she talked to Moonbyul, who luckily had all her attention on that girl. You ended up having to reject each girl who approached you, stating that you had a girlfriend, but each time you rejected one, another one appeared to flirt with you. But you pushed through it, talking with the girls about completely unrelated things to flirting, drinking and eating all, which was actually good, and by the time you and Moonbyul went outside the place, it was safe to say you had fans on the building.

“You’re a magnet to bunny girls, Y/N, I’m telling you.” Moonbyul decided to tease you, but you only raised an eyebrow at her.

“And you’re getting there, Byul, I saw you talking with that other girl.” You teased, getting playfully shoved away by your friend.

It started a war between you two, one that wouldn’t end until you two got to your home, where Moonbyul left you saying that you “reeked of other bunnies”, which definitely worried you, because you weren’t sure of how would Minji react.

What you didn’t know was that Jiu was well aware of all of it, as her longtime friend, Choi Yujin had sent her the very same selfie you had taken with her, and two other girls. While she knew Yujin meant no harm, it was obvious that the other two girls had liked you, and she didn’t know how to take your blush. She knew you were shy, so the blush could be from awkwardness of having someone you didn’t know kissing your cheek, but a part of her told her that it could be because you liked it. Whatever reason it was, some part of her was already filled with jealousy, so she could only wait for you to get back home.

And you came back home, laughing and shouting something to Moonbyul she didn’t care to hear, seating on the sofa while she waited for you to notice her. It took you a few seconds, as you took your shoes off and walked to her.

“Did you like how those girls were dressed?” She asked you as soon as you tried to greet her, crossing her legs as she looked at you, confusion written all over your face. “Those other bunny girls on a maid outfit, did you like it?”

You stood silent, not knowing how to answer without sounding like a pervert, and neither making Jiu believe that you were looking at the girls, but your red face spoke for you, although Jiu understood different. You turned to look at your girlfriend, looking at you in a way she had never looked at you, and you weren’t sure if it was disappointment, jealousy or what exactly.

“So you liked it, huh?” She asked, and it was then when you understood it was both.

“Not like that!” You quickly said, getting closer to her to let her know that you weren’t interested on those girls.

“Then how?” She asked, and only a look to your face, with even your ears getting red from embarrasment, was enough to understand and get red herself. “Did you think of me wearing that?” When you didn’t look at her, she got the confirmation needed. “You did! Oh god, you’re unbelievable” She laughed, now knowing that you were red from not expecting a kiss intead of liking it.

“Can we not have this conversation?” You asked, lunging yourself forward just to hide your face on her.

“Absolutely not! You’re gonna hear about this forever.”

[sextonsharpwinhalstead]

Yeah, I was trying to say without saying and being more long-winded than I already was. That there are a lot of men in the Med writer's room. And that was the quickest thing they could do without completely damaging her character. But it was just enough that it would tack on to everything else they already had planned and I refuse to believe the writers and showrunners don't understand how negative storylines will also get a character trashed especially black and other nonblack poc characters. Because there's no way they thought their writing in 5 made sense. From her and Choi openly flirting in the ED for the first time in what 3 seasons. Then her random crush on Marcel, the kiss. Then her not exactly apologizing for it and being sort of callous when she's still working with CM and Ethans offended. And lord Ethan crying to Ms. Goodwin yeah that will really get to the fans, especially the anti-Chexton fans who want to make it clear they're not anti-the actress they're just so ToXiC. While forgetting that Halstead was a total asshat to Natalie in the beginning and they fought and broke up for dumb sxxt too. And all the people still crying over Ava and Rhodes all these years later as if it isn't weird that all Ava did was basically neg Connor and Robin in the beginning. How is that not toxic? And if April is a B like everyone claims then Choi needs to were an asshole hat too.

I search the tags when I can't sleep and the number of fans losing their shit here and on Twitter when April probably has been on the screen for longer than 30 minutes in the 2 episodes we've actually seen her face is insane. Many of them are mad because their fave isn't back, so that's one aspect. The others are laughing because her show was canceled and basically doing everything but calling her u---ty for daring to leave. And swearing that she's only back because of that when there is evidence to the contrary. We can't hold our breath but if the spoilers I've seen aren't OC trolling us with pictures from scrapped storylines, then these haters better prepare to be sick of me. Because I won't rest if Chexton gets the happy ending Brian wanted in 2020.

There are always too many men. That's it that's the thought lol. The way they play in our face like we don't notice is wild.

The more I thougut about it the more I think that they added Marcel because they remembered that April started the show with a fling with Kelly. Which meant that she was capable of that kind of fun hookup. The problem is they didn't do ANYTHING to further that in six seasons. Neither before or after Ethan. And they are capable of it because we've watched Will and Connor bone their way through Chicago. Like a common problem with One Chicago is they forget to write anyone who isn't white a love interest/personal lives. They forget that many fans find them desirable.

Back when they introduced the Marcel/April story and everyone was crying and whining in my f*cking inbox about poor Ethan I wanted to make a meme of Vicki sipping tea because ETHAN CHEATED ON HER WITH APRIL and NEVER came clean. It was just kiss for both of them but you'd think that April murdered his sister the way people act. Or that Ethan wasn't capable of the same. I guess because it was in service to Chexton no one cared. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I truly believe Chexton is going to get a hopeful ending. Yaya is on her way to joining the cast of The Lincoln Lawyer, it's Netflix which is about as bad as Fox so I hope it works out but I think Yaya was interested in giving her character the closure she deserved and Ethan too. I just like knowing April finished her program and works independently. Now she gets love too and folks can die mad about it.

You don't have to like Chexton but folks might wanna check why they are so bitter seeing these two characters happy in a farewell, KNOWING Ethan has grown is... telling.

And yes it's wild that ppl still bitch about Ava and Rhodes and Manst*ad. Those ships were toxic AF. You have to be an Ava apologist to pretend you didn't see how batshit she was the ENTIRE time, people are like "you ruined her" and I'm like, "Are yall okay?!" Natalie was snotty AF to Will and Will was misogynistic AF to Natalie. Everyone hated her and only cared about her in that ship. Mess.

[my-one-true-l]

Hi, I really like your blog, especially now, with the wammy week. In my opinion, it should be Wammy Fortnight 😁 I am also a fan of L, and if you still do requests, I have one for you - what are the negative traits of L personality, in your opinion? I mean, we tend to idolize him in the fandom, but no one is perfect and I like to see him as a real person, with both positive and negative features. ( true negative traits, not the ones we say at a job interview:" workaholism is my weakness"😉)

Hello Dear Anon! Aww, you're very sweet. I'm glad you enjoy my blog! Wammy Week has a special place in my heart and it makes me happy you've been having a good time with the event!

I agree that characters aren't characters unless they are well-rounded and that includes their negative traits.

Now I'm not going to get into anything about how he was during the confinement arc because regardless of how that all went down (I've written about that at length in other posts and that analysis doesn't belong here). Though I know everyone loves to throw that around as one of the big three that make him a bad person (the other two being the whole "selfish and hates to lose" line from the manga/anime and the "It's not a sense of justice at all" in the C-Kira One shot/stuff that comes before the That Monster speech-that is a whole other post that I have so many thoughts on, but they don't belong here lol.) Those aren't his flaws, at least not in my opinion. The flaws are what cause him to act the way he does (not excusing it, just trying to understand/explore his motivations...)

So let's get to it!

Flaws I believe are present in canon:

Let's his desperation get the best of him.

Though I think L is always changing what he claims his motives are (at least when talking to Light), I think when talking to Chief, this is a moment of complete honesty. He's never been up against someone he has had so much trouble bringing in, and in turn, has no idea how to proceed or handle the possibility of failing/be bested, or you know...dying. Often people throw around that he's a liar, and to me, no sh**. You don't tell your main suspect what you have on them or the truth in any regard for that matter, you want to keep them off guard to trip them up, but I think that is the beginning of him acting more and more erratic because he doesn't know what else to do. No matter what he does, Light evades him. We don't know what he was like in past cases other than what we get in LABB, and that isn't a complete picture either because we don't see it through his lens, but from what we get in the beginning of the manga, he's never wrong and always solves the cases he's working, quickly. Here, I think we're supposed to see how his confidence is being shaken, and will go to extremes to not have this be the case that takes him down...No matter what he has to do. However you interpret the actions he takes because of this, good or bad, is up to the reader.

Tunnel Visioned.

L tends to focus on what he believes is the correct answer, seemingly based on his hunches about a perpetrator or case in general and we can guess that this talent rarely steers him wrong. However, I think that is also a flaw in his character. In regards to Light, he isn't wrong, he just can't find the evidence to prove it without a doubt. For one example of this, Let's look at when he's presented with the message from Kira sent to him through letters left behind by criminals who committed suicide in prison.

He wonders if this is Kira's way of saying Shinigami exist or if it's another clue entirely. He sees how the deaths that are caused by Kira are supernatural in a way, even figuring that he needs a name and face to kill, yet he's still surprised when he hears the second Kira say Shinigami.

It's as though he completely dismissed the idea that it could even be a possibility because he didn't believe in them in the first place. It's like he intellectually considered it and then just said it wasn't possible.

I do feel like he learns from these narrowed ideas once he's shown that he's...well...wrong, but it doesn't change that it's a flaw.

Flaws That I HC:

These are some of the flaws that I include in my fics about L that I think you can make an argument for based on canon moments, but ultimately aren't technically present.

Prone to addictions. The way he is with everything from sweets to his relentlessness to pursue a case, to me says addictive personality, and that doesn't mean it has to be a bad thing, but I think he has to keep an eye on it so not to get too carried away. I don't think he would be much of a drinker and would avoid drug use because of this tendency.

Short tempered when stressed. I think he would tend to snap at people he cares about when he feels stressed out or like he's failing.

Has moments of self-doubt. I know so many people like to say he's arrogant, but I never saw him that way. I took him as someone that would do anything to get what he wanted, and when those things he did, good or bad, didn't give the results he was hoping for, he questions whether or not it was the right action to take.

I know you like to be anonymous, but I would love to hear what you see as his flaws. 😊