#'daddy's favorite song' my @ss

[maxillness]

'•.¸♡ MASTERLIST ♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡TW♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Pretty Boy❞

╰┈➤ ❝If Daddy Knew❞ → ❝Daddy Knows❞

╰┈➤ ❝Wet Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Happy Fucking New Years❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Can See You❞

'•.¸♡SS♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Girls Like Girls❞

╰┈➤ ❝She Likes A Boy❞

'•.¸♡CH♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝My Ass❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Woman❞

'•.¸♡LL♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Dangerous Game❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Stacy's Brother❞

'•.¸♡LS2♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Mafia AU, Chap 2❞

'•.¸♡MW2♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝From People You Know, To People You Don't❞

╰┈➤ ❝Let Them Watch❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Mark’s Version)❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tits Like A Rock❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Light❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Write Me A Song❞

'•.¸♡DR3♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Favorite❞

'•.¸♡LN4♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Only For Me To Hear❞

╰┈➤ ❝Blow Me❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Nattely❞ → ❝I Don't Forgive You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Friends Don't Fuck❞

'•.¸♡SV5♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Praises And Babies❞

╰┈➤ ❝I Love You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Malaysia 2013 (Sebastian’s Version)❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Touch It❞

╰┈➤ ❝Ocean Eyes❞

╰┈➤ ❝Skin❞

╰┈➤ ❝Gorgeous❞

'•.¸♡NR6♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝I Like You Best❞

╰┈➤ ❝Guilty As Sin?❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Soft Launch❞

'•.¸♡KR7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Good Use Of That Mouth❞

╰┈➤ ❝Tell Me Your Sounds❞ → ❝Any Silent Man Scream❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Figure You Out❞

╰┈➤ ❝Darling❞

'•.¸♡MS7♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝You’re Gonna Help Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Dinner?❞

'•.¸♡PG10 ♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝She's What I Like❞

'•.¸♡SP11♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Mafia AU, Chap 1❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Problems❞

'•.¸♡FA14♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝ Bébé Gorçon❞

╰┈➤ ❝Stranger Danger❞

╰┈➤ ❝Struggles❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Sugar Daddy❞

╰┈➤ ❝Troublemaker❞

'•.¸♡MH14♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡CL16♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Pretty, And Just For Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Different Kind Of Good Morning❞

╰┈➤ ❝Good At Other Things❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Talking Body❞

╰┈➤ ❝Premier Amour❞

'•.¸♡LS18♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝That's What Girlfriends Are For❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Superstar❞

╰┈➤ ❝Shape Of You❞

╰┈➤ ❝Sailor Song❞

'•.¸♡KM20♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Cold Hands❞

╰┈➤ ❝Christmas Sex❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Igen I Dag❞

╰┈➤ ❝Hooked❞

╰┈➤ ❝My oh my❞

'•.¸♡JH20♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝My love❞

'•.¸♡YT22♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡JB22♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝She's Got That❞

╰┈➤ ❝Older❞ → ❝Perfume❞

╰┈➤ ❝Need You Now❞

'•.¸♡AA23♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡ZG24♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡NH27♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝A Little Too Much Kirschwasser❞

╰┈➤ ❝What A Mess❞

'•.¸♡EO31♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡MV33♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Fucking Whore❞

╰┈➤ ❝You Say You Hate Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Head Over Heels❞

╰┈➤ ❝It's Okay To Cry❞

╰┈➤ ❝This Fkn Bratty Attitude❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Dress❞

╰┈➤ ❝FU In My Head❞

'•.¸♡LH44♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝So Good For Her❞

╰┈➤ ❝I'll Show You How Sorry I Am❞

╰┈➤ ❝Sir Lewis❞

╰┈➤ ❝Braid Me❞

╰┈➤ ❝Satisfy The Fans❞

╰┈➤ ❝I’m Sorry❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Secret Love Song❞

╰┈➤ ❝Pipe❞

╰┈➤ ❝All To You❞

╰┈➤ ❝18❞

╰┈➤ ❝Guys my age❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝On The House❞

'•.¸♡MSC47♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝American Town❞

↳˗ˏˋsmauˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Makkinen 2.0❞

'•.¸♡CS55♡¸.•'

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Tonight (I'm Fuckin' You)❞

╰┈➤ ❝Invisible❞

'•.¸♡GR63♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡VB77♡¸.•'

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡… ⋙

'•.¸♡OP81♡¸.•'

╰┈➤ ❝Help With A Girl❞

↳˗ˏˋmusic mondayˊˎ˗ ↴

╰┈➤ ❝Treat You Better❞

Kinktober ‘24

[typingwithmyhandstied]

Match a SS character to a TTPD song purely based on vibes

As Lenore has said before I think, Phoebe and Fresh Out of the Slammer. But also Clara Bow and Celia, But Daddy I Love Him and Juliette, Guilty As Sin and Rosalind, Who's Afraid of Little Old Me and Phoebe, and My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys and Silas for reasons I have no clue about.

[amber-lucca44]

Poll winners ⭐♥️

Artists / Bands:

Favorite thrash metal band: Metallica

Favorite emo band: My Chemical Romance

Favorite metalcore band: Bring Me The Horizon

Favorite vocalist: Chris Motionless

Favorite Fall Out Boy member: Patrick Stump

Nirvana or Pearl Jam? Nirvana

Deftones or System Of A Down? System Of A Down

Pierce The Veil or Sleeping With Sirens? Pierce The Veil

Drake, J. Cole or Kendrick Lamar? Kendrick Lamar

Other random poll winners:

Anthrax and Brand New (tie)

Atreyu and Carcass (tie)

Avril Lavigne

Blink-182

Green Day

Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Soundgarden

OutKast and Taking Back Sunday (tie)

Pierce The Veil

The Pretty Reckless

Albums:

Favorite Fall Out Boy album: Folie Á Deux

Favorite Taylor Swift album: folklore

Favorite Asking Alexandria album: Stand Up And Scream

Favorite My Chemical Romance album: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

Favorite Metallica album: Ride The Lightning

Favorite Attack Attack! album: Someday Came Suddenly and This Means War (tie)

Favorite Avenged Sevenfold album: Waking The Fallen

This Is Why or The Jaws of Life: This Is Why

Hybrid Theory or Meteora: Hybrid Theory

Opinion on Blink-182's One More Time: Loved it!

Songs:

Favorite Asking Alexandria song: "Not The American Average"

Favorite Motionless In White song: "Reincarnate"

Favorite Pierce The Veil song: "King For A Day" (ft. Kellin Quinn)

Favorite Slipknot song: "People = Shit"

Favorite Metallica song: "For Whom The Bell Tolls"

Favorite Metallica instrumental song: "Orion"

Favorite The Pretty Reckless song: "Make Me Wanna Die"

Favorite Avril Lavigne song: "Complicated"

Favorite Blink-182 song: "I Miss You"

Favorite Green Day song: "Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"

Favorite pride song: "I Want To Break Free" (Queen) 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Favorite song on After School EP by Melanie Martinez: "Field Trip" and "Glued" (tie)

Songs with "black" on their title: "Welcome To The Black Parade" (My Chemical Romance)

Songs with a color on their title: "Green Light" (Lorde)

Songs with "cry" or "tears" in their title: "my tears ricochet" (Taylor Swift)

Songs with "scream" or "shout" in their title: "Screaming Suicide" (Metallica)

Songs with "mother", "father" or similar on their title: "Daddy Issues" (The Neighbourhood)

Songs with "war", "gun" or "bullet" on their title: "21 Guns" (Green Day)

Songs with "sad" on their title: "Summertime Sadness" (Lana Del Rey)

Songs with "happy" on their title: "Happy Song" (Bring Me The Horizon)

Songs with "friend" on their title: "Boyfriend" (Tegan and Sara)

Songs with a swear word in their title: "Bubblegum Bitch" (Marina)

Songs and artists that both begin with an A: "About A Girl" (The Academy Is...) and "Alice" (Avril Lavigne) (tie)

Songs and artists that both begin with a B: "bury a friend" (Billie Eilish)

Songs and artists that both begin with an S: "Sugar" (System Of A Down)

Songs and artists that both begin with a T: "this is me trying" (Taylor Swift)

Favorite song called "My Apocalypse": "My Apocalypse" (Metallica)

Opinion on "DEATH" by Melanie Martinez: Loved it 💖

Opinion on "Nobody" by Avenged Sevenfold: 4/5

Other random poll winners:

"Complicated" (Avril Lavigne) and "Dear Maria, Count Me In" (All Time Low) (tie)

"Drown" (Bring Me The Horizon)

"Holy Roller" (Spiritbox)

"Hypa Hypa" (Electric Callboy)

Other results:

Do you like black metal? Yes

Black metal or death metal? Black metal

Is Panic! At The Disco emo? No

Have you ever dedicated a song to someone? No

Would you listen to music in a different language? Yes, don't care ss long as it sounds good

Favorite decade in music? 1980s

Breakdown or guitar solo? Tied!

Do you play any instruments? Not besides my voice

Subculture you identify with the most: Grunge

You start a punk band, you are... Clean vocals

Dancing, singing or playing an instrument: Singing

Do you like video game OST? Yes, love it

Do you listen to nightcore? Just sometimes

Music video poll #1: Bad Blood (Taylor Swift ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[lowbatterypleasecharge]

k-pop preferences: FMA

Ed: 

Monsta X - loud and gaudy, need I say more

Peripherally follows BTS - got to support them short kings

He wasn't a huge fan of Twice, but Al and Winry started playing the Feel Special Album and "Get Loud" is gospel

Stray Kids - "Miroh"... but also "Hellavator" and "DoUbLe KnOt"

Al: 

SNSD are the Amazons we deserve

Of course he follows Taeyeon, you buffoons

Twice in general, but also "TT" - "TT" is his spirit animal

IU is Class™

Seventeen - well-liked by everyone, "Very Nice," how could you go wrong?

Winry:

Really anything she can bop to while working, she's not picky

Made her ringtone on Ed's cell "Pick Up the Phone," because what the hell Ed

"Save Me" saved her many times, during many work shifts

Them Loona girls are pretty cool - "Butterfly" is promising

"Tell me why-y-y I'm so lonely," she absentmindedly sings to herself as she stares, bleary-eyed at the arm plate she has to weld into place before the shipment at 6 AM tomorrow. Today. 2 hours from now.

"Sugar Free" is her workout jam, no judging

Hohenheim:

There are thousands of souls, sometimes at war, in his body. He loves and hates all music equally. Hyukoh hits a certain way, though. There's a silence within himself when he hears "Gondry" that he hasn't known for centuries.

Roy: 

"Back in my day, we had quality music: Epik High."

Stuck in second gen

"Chaser" is his go-to drunk karaoke song - he and Hughes used to go to town on Fridays

(He may or may not have serenaded Hawkeye to "Mirotic" after a bottle of tequila...we don't talk about the scar on the back of his left knee)

Sometimes the young-ins do something right - I'm looking at you, "Shangri-La"

Riza: 

Usually passes the AUX cord to someone else, but objective quality

Dreamcatcher is always a safe bet, style for days

Keeping her eye on BVNDIT because deep female voices are where it's at

SHINEE has her respect - classic, still going strong with "Good Evening"...as long as she never has to look at their debut hair again

(If she Tokyo Drifts to "I'm Sorry," only Black Hayate has to know)

Hughes: 

Though technically unrelated to K-pop, we all know Hughes did a rendition of "Baby Shark" with his wife and daughter and proceeded to curse every military base he was stationed at

Knows most of the same songs Roy does, but also oddly informed on the K-pop landscape as a whole - from g.o.d. to, gods forbid, ITZY

Sings "Lovey Dovey" a lot - whether it's for the memes or because he unironically worships the song, no one can tell

Havoc: 

Got7 ult bias - everyone wants to know why

But also, "Guys, iKON, 'Love Scenario' is where it's at."

Who's he kidding, really any gg could sing and he'd watch

Armstrong: 

Every morning he eats his 5 dozen eggs to "Sixth Sense"

EXO's "Mama" dramatics are goals

Knows the dance to "Again and Again," for some reason

Lust: 

"Bad Boys" by RV, but also "Peek-a-boo" MV is fire

Rip Pristin V, guys

Y'all wished they liked BP

Jennie is living her best life, though. Be hot...that's it, that's all there is to life. It's that easy.

EXID and Hyuna - free the titties, do God's work

Envy:  

There's a vibration under their pillow, which doesn't really bother them. But it happens again. And again. They lift their head slightly, groggily squinting into the darkness of their room. And then...a slightly muffled "A-to-the-G-to-the-U-to-the-STD." "Oh, Lust can go to voicemail."

They wouldn't say they like "Instagram" per say, but it's like the song won't let go of them. It's on every Spotify playlist they have, somehow. It's unsettling.

Greed:

Block B sinner, through-and-through, cultural appropriation be damned - they want it all

"Monster," no explanation needed

"Bang Bang Bang" is now inextricably entwined in their vocabulary because God is dead, and we have killed them

(and "DDU-DU-DDU-DU," but hopefully his crew doesn't know that)

Ling:

"24 Hours" > "Gashina," and he will die on this hill

But also he's been determined to figure out how to Taemin since "Move"

Vape, you say? Be gay, you say?

Lan Fan is in charge of setting up "Trouble Maker" on the boombox before he yeets out the window, or maybe "Sorry Sorry"...it depends

"Young Lord, what is 'jyp's don't leave me,' and why is the dance tutorial in our search history?"

Greed!Ling:

They've made a compromise, it's 2NE1, and it's possible they're both better for it

Perhaps "I Am the Best" is the anthem they deserved, all along

Lan Fan:

Day6 - the existential yearning

"I Smile" she thinks, very much not smiling

Also, scene kid Lan Fan in her black hood, meditating on life's greatest questions and Seungyeon's "Guilty"

(In other news, Lan Fan has learned to suppress many things in life, the lyrics to "Some" are not one of them)

(P.S. "Gashina" > "24 Hours," but the Young Lord doesn't have to know that)

Mei:

Anything Al likes, obviously, though she despairs at gen 2 gg legs

Astro, obviously

I.O.I. - Korean releases only, she's not a heathen

"Just One Day" - romance in a nutshell

Has a weak spot for traditional Korean influences - "Lit" and "Idol" come to mind, though she's pretty sure she wouldn't like the latter under normal circumstances

Scar:

Doesn't normally listen to music outside of religious reasons

Did the military try to make Scar do a PR stunt to RM and Whales' "Change?" Yes, they absolutely tried.

Olivier:

Again, not a huge music person, doesn't really do it for her

A nod in passing to those who don't pander to the masses on Weekly Idol, even if she doesn't know who they are

(Ever since then, Armstrong keeps blithering on about functions? She thinks. She doesn't care to understand how they're connected to red lights or electric shocks, though.)

Dr. Marcoh:

Trot

"Man, the kids really can sing these days," he thinks, biting his bottom lip and bobbing his head to Masked Singer

[bunniesnuggie]

Hey it’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do an Eddie/ little! Reader and what he would do for their birthday? Hcs or fic, either one is cool :))

first of all, happy birthday lovie!!!! im gonna do head canons so i can get them out faster!!! sorry if it’s short and sucky, i wanted you to have them today :3

~ Birthday Baby! ~

cg!eddie munson x (gn)little!reader

summary: it’s your birthday, eddie’s favorite holiday

• eddie LOVES to celebrate you, doesn’t matter the reason

anniversaries (he’s the type to celebrate the day you first spoke to eachother, even if it was only a word), good grades, any accomplishments, tying you shoe and especially your birthday, to put it lightly he celebrates everything you do

• did someone say birth week?

because that’s what eddie heard when you told him when your birthday is. you’re his baby bunny boo-boo you deserve the best, and he feels bad that he can’t afford the best so he prolongs it for as long as possible

• like I stated in my first headcanons about Eddie, he doesn’t make a lot of money but he’s crafty

 homemade cards? Oh yeah, the pop-up kind. he may not be that good of a cook but he does try and he makes you breakfast in bed every morning, whatever you want!  And of course he writes a new addition of “Sir Edward the Noble Knight and his Precious Prince/ss” where it is the Royal‘s birthday. he makes birthday hats for all your stufffies so you can wake up to a tiny surprise party!!!

• takes you to build-a-bear!!

you both make bears that look like each other. yours is a brown bear with curly fur, you dressed him in a band tee, jeans, boots and your daddy even bought you a tiny guitar for him 🥹 his is your favorite color and is wearing a little onesie and we’ll as has it own tinier bear (bearception). he splurged so you both could record a secret message for them. his was a funny little song / lullaby he always sings to you, and you left him a sweet message about how much you love and appreciate him. he definitely doesn’t cry when he hears it, and he definitely doesn’t sleep with it when your not there. he does kick dustin’s ass for making fun of the little bear

• if you don’t like cake, he makes you a birthday sundae with a candel

a little self indulge sorry hehe but i don’t like cake (sensory thing) so all week you get a different treat with a candle in it!

• since he celebrates all month week he does at least one “big” surprise and one “little”

not like, in size. buy like you get a present big you would like; concert tickets, jewelry, recreational things 🧍🏻‍♀️etc. but he makes sure to get presents little you would like more; stuffies, blankeys, cartoons, little space gear. he loves to give you gifts in general, but you light up the most when small

• it’s basically a rule free week

no bed time, allowed sugary drinks and candy whenever, no limit on screen time, stuff like that. you still have to be his good babysitter. he’s already pretty lax anyway, but he still has things set for your own good. one week won’t hurt

• biggest celebration is on your actual birthday

it’s all day. you wake up to a huge breakfast in bed, alll your favorite foods are made. this is when the tiny stuffies surprise party is btw!! he has your daily card set out with two gifts on the night stand. he lets you pick out your lil birthday outfit, crown included and he takes you to do whatever you want that day!!! then that night he takes you to dinner, nothing super fancy, but it’s perfect. when it’s time for bed he puts an extra scoop of sugar into you angles milk <3

• you watch tangled a million times that week

bc duh

• he just loves his little peanut so much, thinks they deserve the best

(which you do!!) literally plans it a year in advanced, as soon as the day ends and your in bed. he’s reading you your new story and planning next years 🥹🥹

• ofc on his birthday, you always return the favour

he never got the normal birthday experience when he was young, so you try to give that to him, it makes him 🫠 so now, birthdays are a thing in the munson trailer

a/n : saw this and got super excited because my birthday is in two weeks, cancer supremacy :D

also i’m actually going to build-a-bear for mine so that’s where that came from!!

\\ tag list \\

@bootlegmothman420 @angelbaby-fics @lil--bun @stardancerluv

[gucciwins]

Weeping Willow

Harry sends his wife for a girl’s night, and their five-month-old baby falls sick.

Word count: 5,093

A/N: i am no expert on babies (unless it’s my almost two-year-old niece) but i have it on good authority this does bring down fevers. This was written for @tbslenthusiast dadathon. i hope you love it. xx

___

It's a Saturday night, and Harry tries his best to convince his wife to go out with her friends for a nice dinner while he cares for baby Willow.

Their five-month-old infant. The sweetest little girl to grace the earth in Harry's opinion. 

He's never felt a love like this, a never-ending love for his child. He swears he has never been more in love with his wife, his twin flame, for giving him the greatest gift he will ever receive. 

She's standing there cradling Willow in her arms as she begins to drift off to sleep. Humming a song she hasn't shared with Harry. Something special between mother and daughter. As much as Harry hates to admit it but their daughter is a momma's girl at heart. 

Willow feels that extra protection from her mother; he gives her all the cuddles and kisses, but there is no more special bond than when Y/N holds her close to her heart, and Willow settles down in seconds. When she is breastfeeding, Y/N tells her the stories of her childhood and when Harry and she were first dating. 

It's the irregular sleep schedule that Y/N has never once complained about. 

Harry wakes up at the oddest of times when he stretches his arms out to reach for Y/N to pull her close to his chest only to find her missing. More time than not, he'll find her at their windowsill, Willow getting her night time meal as Y/N gazes at the moon softly singing Lolo a lullaby that was once sung to Y/N. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look eternal as if she weren't real, and Harry just imagined up this life. 

But she is real, and she is all his, and their daughter is theirs. 

As a kid, this was the life he dreamed of, never knowing if it would come true or not. He will never stop being grateful for all he has in life, full of love. 

Harry is brought out of his thoughts when Y/N addresses him. 

"I don't know, H. She's a little warm." Y/N stands there, the back of her hand gently placed on her baby's forehead before moving it to Willow's cheek. She smiles down at her sleeping baby.

Harry sighs, extending his arms for her to hand him their small baby. She shakes her head, taking two steps back. 

Harry chuckles because he knew this would happen, but he forgot how stubborn she could be. 

She's wearing Harry's lilac robe, her hair curled, and makeup is done. He made her do a red lipstick because he missed it. It's one that Gemma gave her that's smudge and transfer free. Meaning he can kiss her with it all night long without his lips turning red. 

"Willow is fine. Maybe she passed some gas." 

She rips her gaze from Willow and shoots him a glare. He puts his hands up in defense. 

"If she starts feeling sick, you know the crying won't stop. She likes it when I soothe her."

"She's my daughter too. I can take care of her and soothe her just as good."

She kisses Willow's head, slowly continuing to grow brown curls just like Harry's. "I know you can, but there's this motherly instinct telling me not to go."

"My husband instinct is saying that my wife should go out to dinner with her friends for a nice dinner and some wine." Harry rebuttals. 

"I don't drink." She mutters into her baby's head as she adjusts her to lay on her chest as she sways side to side. 

"Well, then go crazy with the strawberry lemonade." 

She sighs. Harry knows she's close to giving in. 

Her clothes set out in bed, ready for her to throw on. Harry chose her outfit, and he's proud of it. Camel-tone flared fitted trousers, a black fitted v-neck, and a double-breasted twill blazer to tie the look. Her black Gucci 'sucker' boots waiting for her at the door to be slipped on then head out the door. 

"If I go, you have to promise to text me every hour." 

"Half hour if you really need it." He counters. 

She shakes her head, no. "If you do that, I'll be home by the second text." 

He nods, happy she agreed to go. She needs this no matter how much she had been fighting it. 

"Alright, Lolo, I'm going to leave you with your Daddy for a few hours. I hope you don't miss me too much. I'll make up for leaving you with cuddles for the whole night, munchkin." 

Harry's eyes well up, always in awe at the relationship between his wife and their daughter. Their beautiful five-month-old daughter who Harry, thinks is growing too fast. She's still on the small side, but the doctor assured them she was doing good. 

Y/N placed her in the crib that Harry put together with Gemma's help, who wanted to be involved with as much as Harry would let her. 

She stirs a little, but Y/N pats her chest softly, calming her down. 

"I'm going to go get dressed. Turn on the baby monitor, please?" She points in the direction of it.

"On it, love." 

She walks out and gets dressed quickly, knowing there's a reservation, and she doesn't like arriving late. Harry meets her downstairs baby monitor in hand as she stands boots safely on her feet. 

Harry shamelessly checks her out. He almost begs her to stay after seeing how good she looks, but he knows she needs this.

"Text me when you get there." He wraps her in a hug, not wanting to let go just yet. 

"Of course." 

She pulls back, looking up at him before leaning in to peck his lips three times; she walks out the door, bag in hand, when Harry tugs her wrist, turning her around connecting his lips with hers. It's a short passionate kiss, Harry's tongue fighting for dominance. She lets out a small moan. Y/N, let's Harry be the one to pull back, not at all wanting to break the kiss. 

Harry smirks as he sees the dazed look in her eyes. "Just so you know what you have waiting at home for you." 

"You menace." Harry leans on the door as she walks out. "I love you, H." 

"And I love you." 

Harry watched as she drove away before going back in and heading straight to the nursery, where his darling Willow is still sleeping.  

"Just you and me, Lolo," Harry whispers as he sits in the rocking chair and lays back to rest his eyes. It's like they say when the baby sleeps, he does as well. 

____

Harry wakes up when he hears a small sneeze. He peeks at Willow, but she still has her eyes closed. He picks up his phone to check how long he slept and is shocked. It was only twenty minutes; he felt like it had been much longer now, feeling a bit more energized. 

He sees a text Darling and opens it, 

I've arrived safely. 

I miss you both so much already. xx 

Harry can't help but smile. He misses her already. He might always be playing music in the house that fills the silence, but Harry only does it because she sings along to each song no matter how bad she can butcher the lyrics to an unknown song. 

She fills the home with warmth and love. 

I love you! Lolo is still sleeping. Have a lovely night. xx 

Harry sat in the rocking chair, just gazing at his daughter. Her cheeks were a little red, but he thought she might be a bit warm. He unwraps the blanket, just watching her stretch out her small fists. 

Willow slowly blinks her eyes open, a small smile on her face when she sees her father looking down at her. 

"You up, Lolo? No more sleep, I'm guessing." 

She continues to stare at Harry before turning her head to the door. Harry knows she's waiting for someone to come in. After a few moments of no movements, Willow looks at Harry, giving her a small smile.

"Waiting for your Mum, I know. She'll be back later; for now, it's you and me." 

Harry reaches in to pick her up, gently shushing her, not wanting her to start crying. He walks down the stairs slowly, the fear of tripping down the stairs more present than ever with his baby in his arms. 

Harry sits her on the couch, a pillow propped up on the back to help support her back, and grabs her stuffed bunny that was left on the coffee table. It's her favorite toy to play with at all times. 

Willow sets it in her lap, not at all looking at it, eyes on Harry. He sees her eyes begin to well up, and he knows the tears are coming. He scoops her up gently, letting the bunny fall to the floor so Harry could soothe his baby. 

"My Willo baby, no tears. You know it breaks my heart." He begins shushing gently. Gemma swears by it watching Alice do the Ss in New Amsterdam. Y/N does it too, her grandma teaching her that when she helped watch over younger cousins. 

This settles her for a second, resting her head in the crook of Harry's neck as he rubs a hand gently down her back. "Good baby, Momma would be proud of us." He knows he made a mistake once she lets out a loud wail. 

He can only assume the word Momma did it for her. 

His phone alarm begins to ring, meaning it's the hour update, and if he doesn't check-in, she'll call, and if he doesn't answer, she'll worry even more and drive herself more. He does not need that happening. 

Harry will not let her call; he'll send a sleeping photo of Willow to Y/N to keep her calm because he can do this. He can tend to his child alone. She's half of his DNA; why wouldn't he be able to. 

His Mum always told him babies cry for three reasons: dirty diaper, sleepy, and hunger. He assumes she's hungry. Has to be, her diaper doesn't feel full, and she also doesn't smell. 

As Harry goes to the kitchen, he stops at the fridge. He sees all the magnets that Y/N loves collecting when visiting a new country, state, or city. Her favorite being the Trevi Fountain. Tells her every time she sees it, she can see Harry down on his knee, tears in his eyes and heart wide open for her. Safe to say it became his favorite as well. Right under it is a yellow sticky note "Just in case xx Dr. Harp" The phone number of Willow's pediatrician. 

Y/N really is the best, but he knows that he has everything under control, or at least he keeps telling himself that as Willow continues her crying, no amount of words calms her. He'd also call his Mum before the pediatrician, who would only end up calling Y/N. 

"Mummy left your milk in the fridge; now, all we have to do is warm it up." 

Willow's cries go quiet for a second at what Harry can only think was at word milk. He can do this. 

They don't bottle feed her as often, both preferring her to breastfeed directly from Y/N. Harry encouraged her to pump milk because Y/N has complained over too many milk stained shirts. It has helped her tremendously. A few times, when Y/N was too tired to get up, he offered to warm the milk to feed Willow. Y/N knew how important it was for Harry, so she allowed him and began pumping more for Harry to help provide her during the day. 

He gets a bowl and fills it with hot water, then places the bottle in. He knows it should be a few minutes, he begins singing to Willow. He sings her the song he wrote for his sister, which holds meaning to Y/N now, finding a connection that makes them feel at peace when hearing the song. As Harry gently sings 'Sweet Creature,' he sees her settle, nose runny from the tears, he grabs one of her clothes that Y/N keeps in the kitchen. Truth be told, she has them spread all over the house to have one on hand when necessary. He wipes the snot then drapes it over his open shoulder. He checks the temperature, able to hear Y/N scold him in his head for wanting to skip the step. 

"Lolo, going to go sit down, and then you can begin eating." She blinks up at him, her green eyes unfocused, refusing to settle on one place of his face. 

He sits and adjusts Willow to cradle her in his arms. He does a final temperature check on his wrist and is happy with the outcome. He slowly brings it up to her lips to startle her, and she latches on after a few seconds. 

Harry leans back on the chair, releasing a long sigh. He feels victorious, even just for a moment. 

The phone on the couch seat next to him displays a text:

 I love you both. xx 

He's in the clear. 

Harry sings Willow the first song that pops into his head, well he mainly hums as she has her eyes closed and a fist clenched on her blanket and the other tucked in. He pulls the bottle away once he sees no more movement. He wipes the outside of her mouth very carefully to not disturb her. 

"Willow, Angel, I need to burp you. You shouldn't even feel it." Harry likes warning her; he knows she understands. 

He's done relatively quickly, settling her back in his arms to let her sleep. Harry would love to turn the television on, but he settles for staring at the angel in his arms. 

Harry frowns when he sees Willow's eyes flutter open. She sleeps longer after eating. 

"Lolo, it's barely been ten minutes. That's not enough for a growing baby. You need to grow up to be strong, just like Momma."

Willow lets out a small cough. It startles Harry, not having heard the sound before. He gently picks her up and begins patting her back, soothing her as she calms down. 

Harry thinks back to the phone number stuck on the fridge but shakes the thought away because one cough is not enough to make a call, especially this late at night. 

He is now slowly walking in front of the couch, trying to get her to fall back to sleep. It's not working. 

It starts off in small whimpers before turning into loud wails. 

This is not good. 

Harry tries his best to place his baby's cries, but it does not sound familiar. He isn't calling Y/N; worrying her is not part of tonight's plans, but there is someone in mind who will always answer him. Without thinking twice, he goes to favorites and picks the second person. 

"Hello love, how are you?" 

He's greeted by a calming voice, but it does nothing to soothe the pounding in his heart. "Hi, Mum." Harry isn't even sure she heard with Willow's loud cries. 

"Is something wrong? Why is little Willow crying? Where's Y/N?" Anne is quick to jump in.

"Today was her first girl's night out that I was insistent she go out to even though she didn't want to, but she should be back in the next hour or so." He addressed that question before jumping into the most important one. "Willow coughed then settled down before bursting into this cry. I've never heard it before. It's not her hungry one because she ate half an hour ago, and her diaper is clean." He lets out a sob he didn't know he was holding back. 

"Oh, dear, right. First off, is she hot? warmer than usual." 

Harry pulls her back, face scrunched up, nose full of snot. He places the back of his hand on his forehead, and it's burning. "Yes, she's warm. But couldn't it be from the crying?" 

Anne sighs, worried for her son, but this is parenthood having to see your child get sick and old help them through it. The first time is always the worst, but each time after that still breaks your heart. "No love, check her temperature and call the pediatrician. Tell her the symptoms, and you can go from there. Right, hang up, call Y/N, and the pediatrician in that order." 

Harry agrees to get her off the phone and to make the call right away. Anne knows Harry well enough that he will skip one important thing she told him to do, so she takes it upon herself to get it done. 

 He heads upstairs, sitting the still crying Willow in the crib as he searches for the thermometer he knows Y/N keeps next to the wipes for emergencies. He is quick to take off her shirt as gently as one can be and sticks it under her armpit as he waits for it to ring as he dials Dr. Harp.

There is an answer on the third ring, just as the thermometer beeps. 

"Dr. Harp, hello, it's Harry Styles, father of Willow Styles." He says in a rush.

"Yes, Mr. Styles, what can I do for you." The doctor's voice is kind, and it calms Harry knowing there's a professional helping him. 

"Well, my daughter slept about ten minutes before waking up after eating, and that isn't normal for her. She had a bit of a cough and has not stopped crying for the past twenty minutes now. She's burning up Doc. The thermometer says 103F. Shit, I meant 39C. My wife's family got us a fancy thermometer that gives us both numbers." He feels the need to explain a hand on the back of Willow's head, trying to calm her down as well as himself. 

"Well, it seems it could be a common cold. There is not a lot to do, except keep your baby drinking milk. Mrs. Styles is still breastfeeding, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, it's important to keep her hydrated and check with her through the night. To bring down the temperature, a lukewarm bath would help as well as a humidifier because, from the sounds of it, she is a bit congested." 

Harry nods along to everything she is saying, repeating it back. "Thank you so much, Dr. Harp." 

"It's no problem; if the fever doesn't break or gets higher than 40C, then I suggest you head straight to the hospital." Dr. Harp says her goodbyes as he picks up Willow and heads to their bedroom, taking her into their bathroom. 

He looks around, not sure what to do first that he misses the sound of the door opening and closing as well as footsteps up the stairs. It might have also been Willow's crying. 

Willow lock's eyes with Y/N over Harry's shoulder, stopping for a second, causing Harry to gasp before she starts up louder than before for not being in her mother's arms. 

"Willow, darling," Y/N smiles at her daughter, cheeks red and nose snotty but still her beautiful baby. 

Harry feels like he can breathe properly now that she's home with him. His missing half home, finally feeling complete. He does feel awful for not calling her right away, but he swore she was having a good time. 

Harry hands over Willow to Y/N's waiting arms watching as she cradles her close, pressing repeated kisses to her daughter's brown hair. Willow instantly clenches a fist onto her necklace, not that Y/N minds, but Harry feels guilty for depriving his daughter of her mother. It was his fault she was out tonight. 

"How'd you get here so quick?" Are the first words Harry thinks to say. 

Harry thought she'd be mad at him for not calling, but all he sees are her kind and gentle eyes he fell in love with. 

"Anne called me to update me, but I was already ten minutes from home. I had dinner but got it to go having that nagging feeling you needed me. Anne called it mother's intuition, but" She breathes in Willow's smell, Harry finding it endearing how she always says she smells amazing like peaches. "I swear I could feel how distressed you were. I thought you were having a bad time, so I got you ice cream and brought home a meal we could share." 

He leans against the sink, a small grin forming on his face. "I did always tell you we were soulmates." 

Y/N steps further into the bathroom, heading to the tub to get the water-filled. She sits on the toilet, letting it fill before dipping her hand in from time to time. It feels a bit less than halfway before she closes the tap. 

"Doctor's orders were getting the temperature down, right?" Y/N asks Harry, and he nods. "Well, in the lukewarm bath, she goes." Y/N fakes as if she is going to place Willow in before hugging her to her chest once more. "I'm only playing." She boops Lolo's nose.

"Your momma thinks she's so funny, Lolo." Harry rolls his eyes at her, not at all, hiding the love behind them. 

"Get in the bath with her, H." Y/N has successfully undressed Willow, giving her kisses all over, causing Willow to let out a small giggle. 

Harry near tears now. "That's the first time she laughed this entire night." 

"Honey, listen. She hasn't gotten sick before. It's okay, we're learning." She reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leans into it eagerly. "We are learning together." He nods as she pulls her hand away. "Now, do I need to undress my other baby as well?" 

He smiles. "You're welcome to, but I got this." He slips off the black shirt and grey sweats, leaving on his briefs.

The water is perfect. Not that he expected any different because she does everything with extra care and love for Willow. He's glad to have her as his life partner and mother of his child and future children. 

He slips in, sitting down, letting Y/N gently place Willow on his bent knees. He cups her head, gently sinking himself lower. She hands him a cloth, and he looks at her, eyes wide. 

"Wet it, rinse it a bit, then just sponge it around her." 

He nods but doesn't move to receive it. Y/N moves forward, dips it in the water, and squeezes it leaving a bit of water. She gently gets Lolo's back patting before moving down. 

"Thank you." He says and accepts the cloth. 

Y/N makes her way to the bedroom. "You're leaving?" He questions, causing Willow to look at her as well. 

She laughs at her two loves, both wanting her close. "Going to turn on the humidifier. It's going to be good for her and her congestion. Then will get you both a new change of clothes before coming back. Is that okay with you both?" 

Harry looks down at Willow that still has her eyes on her Momma. "What do you think, Lolo? Think we should let Momma take care of us." He hums as if hearing her response. "She said not to take too long." 

"Wouldn't dream of it." 

Harry settles in, Willow moving her hand in the water, intrigued by the ripples allowing Harry to rinse her. He feels good, feels great, and can honestly help her and no longer cry about it. 

Y/N knows he needs this but hopes she isn't feeling too awful about leaving Willow when she got sick for the first time.

For all, he knows she could be crying in their bedroom or, even worse, the nursery where he can't hear her. 

But that's what Harry is here to remind her what a fantastic team they are and how she saved the day like always. He's proud of her just as he knows she's proud of him. 

____

It's twenty minutes when Y/N walks back in. Now dressed in grey sweats and an old white shirt that Willow loves to cling on. She approaches, and Harry raises Willow so that she can wrap her in the yellow towel. 

"My munchkin smells so good." She kisses her cheek. She turns to look at Harry with a smile on her face making him smile back. "Shower, I'm going to dress her, and then I'll bring your clothes in."

"Okay, love." 

Harry drains the water before turning on the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away the stress in his body. He doesn't take too long, wanting to cuddle his two girls all night long.

Walking out, dressing in the warm clothes that she must have thrown in the dryer for him knowing how he likes to be warm after a long night. He smiles, slipping the shirt over his head, slipping on the black sweats with no need for briefs. Turning off the bathroom light, closing the door, he sees Willow lying on Y/N's chest. 

"How is she doing?" Harry paddles over, hovering over Y/N to kiss her forehead, doing the same to Willow.

"Better, the temperature is at 98." 

Harry smiles, glad she's under three digits again. She looks sweet dressed in a bodysuit with small bumble bees all over. Y/N wrapped the knitted mint green blanket that Y/N's mother made for Willow around her shoulder to keep her warm but not enough to overheat.

"That's great. Our baby is so strong." Harry gets in bed and sits against the headboard, making Y/N shift over to rest her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around Willow for support. 

____

It's an hour of silence basking in hearing their baby's breathing. Not as smooth due to the congestion but better than before. Harry places a kiss on Y/N's forehead when he feels the first tear, then many more follow. A sob breaking out, but breathing even to not disturb their sleeping baby on her chest. 

"Love, lovie, hey. Don't cry. She's doing better already." He wraps the arm tighter, hoping he can transfer all his love for her through the hug. 

"I'm just overwhelmed." She chokes out. 

Harry sits up to face her, reaches his hands out to wipe her rapidly falling tears.

"Please don't be mad with yourself; if there is anyone to be mad at, it's me." He pleads for her to understand. "I told you to leave us be." 

"Not mad at you, honey." She whimpers. "I-I-I'm upset I wasn't here to help you. But you handled it so well. Very proud of you." 

Harry sits there, tears falling out of his eyes now because she was proud. He did nothing. He knows he did nothing; he called his Mum and the doctor. He never got her to stop crying.

"I didn't do anything."

"Honey, you did." Her voice firm, one hand reaching up to gently raise his head to look at her. "You called Anne because you knew she would help and then called Dr. Harp for help." 

"But she never stopped crying, not until you held her." 

She shakes her head. "She was feeling bad, she cried at discomfort and unusual feelings. Might have also sensed your panic," She teases. He lets out a small chuckle. 

"We're a team. Together and apart, H." 

Harry lays down on his side, pulling Y/N down with him. He does it slowly to not move Willow; Harry lays his head on her shoulder, looking down at their baby. He lets himself relax, knowing she's going to be okay.

"I love you." He whispers. No response causing him to look up at a grinning Y/N. "Say it back." 

She giggles. "Thought you were talking to Lolo." 

"That was for you, wife." 

"My bad," She pecks his nose. "I love you, H." 

"Missed." He mutters, puckering his lips in her directions. 

"Dork." She closes the small distance and hums at the sweet taste that is Harry and mint toothpaste. He deepens it for a few seconds before pulling back. His eyes closed. He kisses her from her cheeks to her collarbones, no spot left untouched. He steals one more kiss before settling down. 

"Sleep tight, my darling, Willow," Harry whispers, throwing his arm over Willow's small body and Y/N's stomach for extra protection.

He peeks one eye open to see Y/N smiling down at Willow, no sign of sleep in her features. "I take it you won't be going out anytime soon again." 

"You got that right." She jokes. "No, it was nice. I forgot how good it is to chat about anything other than what size diapers she's going to need next."

"That's not all we talk about. We also talk about the size of your boobs." 

She snorts at his comment, and he happily joins in. 

"We haven't had a date night, well we have but indoors with a baby always in arms." 

Harry smirks. "What do you have in mind, love?" 

She blushes, "We go away for the weekend, leave Willow with Anne or Mitch since he keeps saying we keep his goddaughter away from him." 

"You'd be okay with that?" Harry checks, making sure she really wants this. 

She nods. "I'll miss her like crazy, my heart is beating faster just at the thought, but I miss you." There's a gleam in her eye, one when she gets lost in a memory. "It's quickies and late-night conversations. As much as I love our daughter, I miss my best friend." 

Harry grins, glad she's sharing this. "Any other time, I'd make a joke, but honestly, I miss you just as much." 

"Then, coordinate with Jeff on a weekend you're free and look for a place we can go to. Driving or flying whatever you find best." 

"Oh, baby, I'm going to make you fall in love with me all over again." 

"I'm counting on it, Harry." 

Harry helps Y/N drift off to sleep with his ideas of where they can go and all the naughty things they will get up to. 

Harry knows nothing in life will be better than being in the arms of his two favorite girls.

___

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Come and tell me what you thought of Weeping Willow 

[theredconversegirl]

Hello! Can you recommend some fics about Sasuke discovering or finding out that he has a child without he knowing? Thanks in advance! :)

Hello nonny,

Thanks for stopping by! :) 

Yes, I can! I know a few fics and I even wrote one of them. 😂 I don’t know what is it with this theme, but I love reading it.😍 I partially blame the ridiculous amount of telenovelas I watched growing up. 😅

So, here they are:

Sasuke finds out he’s a Daddy 🍅🌸

A Cornucopia of Conundrums By: zgs1994 

"So what you're saying is; you had a one-night stand with some yakuza lordling and now you're pregnant with his baby?" [Rated M, on going]

This story is a rollercoaster of emotions, 😭 but so so good. Prepare your kleenex box!

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Fade Away By: TheRedConverseGirl 

"And don't even think of doing something stupid and taking him from me. He's my light.." and the only thing saving me of my shadows. [Rated M, incomplete/on going]

Ok, I know it’s been a while, but I got stuck in a chapter here and now I feel my writing changed so much, idk? I do want to finish this story this year though, and I plan to work on it soon. 😰

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Going Home By: anundecidedteen 

Ten years later, he found himself speeding back to the place he thought he had left in his rearview mirror forever. AU. [Rated M, incomplete]

This story hooked me up right away and I wish the author would come back and finish it. It feels like a romcom.

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Officer Uchiha AU By: @sun-summoning

Featuring Cop/Detective!Sasuke and Doctor!Sakura: prequel, part i, part ii, part iii, part iv, part v, part vi 

One of my favorites, omg this story is full of fluff and feels. 💕

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Submission By: missmocha77 

After an accident, Sakura is pregnant with Sasuke's child. She keeps the father a secret from her son, but people talk and Sakura finally decides to leave Konoha. However, Sasuke takes them hostage, and Sakura has to protect her son from his father. [Rated M, complete]

This story is plot heavy. Lots of twists and missions, but still a good read.

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Tightrope By: snowrabbit2012 

They met two years after the war. He was still an avenger. She still can't give up on him. Their fate entwined after that fateful day. Would she tell him of the consequence of that memorable night? Or would it be too late for Sasuke? [Rated M, complete]

I think this was the first ss fic I ever read and I still go back to it every now and then. This is loooong and the plot is elaborated too. Lots going on and drama from start to end. Good feels too. 💕

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Murphy's Law of Love By: zgs1994 / rec by @tanda-soal

Where fate – or Sasuke's overweening, pretentious family – drove them apart, but years later, their daughter brings them together again. Second Chance SasuSaku. BoruSara. AU. [Rated M, on going]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Dreams By: Weasleyweasel / rec by @kjt1124

He was living inside his mind, dreaming of everything he had ever loved but lost... he guessed he wouldn't see them ever again... And then he heard her voice... and then he finally saw her again... and then he was finally pulled out of his hellhole... [Rated M, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Changing Skies By: flowerslut  / rec by @kjt1124

Sasuke was destined to be alone. To lead a life of solitude. Or at least that was what he'd always told himself; he would've never thought that he'd have to fight for a family he never knew he had. He may have chosen to lead a life of isolation, but in the end, it wasn't meant to be. [Rated T, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Silent Cry For Love By: Separate Reality  / rec by @kjt1124

The girls leave after the guys broke their hearts. When they get back they are stronger, wiser, older and .. they have kids. [Rated T, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Irreplaceable Bonds By: Kyvena  / rec by @kjt1124

Sakura meets Sasuke after many years of lost hope and ends up pregnant with his child. In all her attempts to shield Kiza from the truth of who her father is the two end up his prisoner under orders. With only one way to save her child Sakura tells Sasuke the truth. Sasuke now has to work to gain the love of his daughter and her mother but the bonds may already be severed for good. [Rated M, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

The Gift By: xxIndigo  / rec by @kjt1124

Sakura's life had never been one for happy endings; every slash of prosperity was always equipped with a greater tragedy. This year was no different, for Sasuke was gone, and this time she was certain that he wasn't coming back. [Rated T, complete]

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Of Mister Grumpy and Stuffed Pooh Bears By: Sakura.Uchiha.614  / rec by @kjt1124

"You have cancer." Sasuke Scoffed. "You checked my heart." "Yes and I noticed you have signs of cancer." Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "You are verbally constipated." " What?" He hissed, glaring with murder in his orbs. "And you're losing your hearing." [Rated T, complete]

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Sasuke The Red Eyed Bastard By: Sakura.Uchiha.614  / rec by @kjt1124

R&R "Twinkle twinkle cups of roman. How I wonder what you taste like. Up above on your pedestal so high. Like a savor in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little roman. How I wonder why I love you more then pie." "You idiot! That's not how the song goes!" [Rated T, complete] Sequel: Her-Heart-Beats-Because-Of-You

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Faded By: Tokubetsu Rin 

In which Sasuke is an asshole and Sakura together with her daughter Sarada lives in a small village away from Konoha. But when Sasuke found them in their tiny home with civilians, Konoha's going to be hit by an incoming storm. Non-mass AU. [Rated T, incomplete]

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Ties of strings By: Hiatus indefinite 

"I have a daughter?" "No. I have a daughter! You were merely a sperm donor!" What is worst? Being a single mother or a father who never knew about his child. [Rated M, incomplete]

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I might be forgetting a fic or two, so I’ll come back here later if I find them. 🤔 If anyone has recs that fit here, please let me know. Thanks! 💕 I hope you enjoy these stories. 😁

~ Happy Reading & Stay Safe!

xoxo

[doodleybugg]

✨ Wolfstar Ask Game!✨

When did you get into wolfstar and why?: i read the books and just immediately got hooked, and when the movies came out AAAAA

Which wolfstar fic hooked you?: atyd (i’m boring)

Top three favorite wolfstar fics: atyd, utb, and hmmmm maybe mdmn

Why can’t you quit them?: ughh they’re too cute :(((

Would you rather be friends with Sirius or Remus?: i caN’T PICK!!!! ughghg both? is both an option??

Who breaks your heart more often?: oh this is harder than i thought it’d be omg

Ideal career for Remus? For Sirius?: for Remus i always loved him as a teacher, it’s just something he really excelled at. hmm Sirius would definitley do something risky, something Remus would hate so maybe an auror??

Sirius and Remus are being sent to a desert island for a week with plenty of food and water. Each are allowed to bring three additional items (no wands). What do they bring?: hmmmm

Sirius: pack of cards, maybe a lighter, and ofc ofc a huGE blanket for some remus snugglesssss

Remus: a book (duh), a knife or something, and hmmmm a pack of cigs and he’d borrow sirius’ lighter

Favorite non-wolfstar HP character?: jamesie ughghg

If you had to pick one, enemies to lovers or friends to lovers?: friends to lovers would be more of a better pick for me, i HATE having enemies, but i see the appeal to both

Would you rather read a fic that made you laugh or one that made you cry?: cry, all the way

Five songs that scream wolfstar to you (feel free to include the wolfstar-est lyrics!): 

1. i think you’re really cool by guardin (come home, let’s synchronize // my soft lips caress your thighs // you get me so fucking high // the voices in my head collide) okay but imagine this but it’s remus pining over sirius while he’s in azkaban even though he knows he shouldn’t cuz all that he’s aware is that sirius killed all his friends, but some part deep down knows sirius is incapable of that and keeps their love burning

2. mostly dead by joseph dubay (i hate the way he talks to you // so overconfident, going bald by thirty two // oh, what a ‘manly man’ // he’s so above the law // well, i’ll paint my nails // and i’ll break his jaw) sirius when remus was with grant = these lyrics

3. pinkish by gerard way (now i could’ve been // washed away // rescue me, mother // fragile and holding my hand // accidents grades // marks that we left on each other // pinkish in color again) idk how to explain but YES

4. astonomy by conan gray (we've traveled the seas // we've ridden the stars // we've seen everything // from Saturn to Mars // ss much as it seems // like you own my heart // it's astronomy // we're two worlds apart) sirius’ pov from in azkaban :ccc also he’s named after a constellation ofc

5. daddy issues (remix) by the neighborhood and syd (but when you told me the whole story, i felt like throwing up // i could see it on your face, it was rough // left a bad taste on your tongue // and she didn't even take any drugs // she would rain all day, couldn't wait for her sun to shine // and you made it shine // there when she cried, you saved her life) sirius = daddy issues, remus = daddy solution

[crazydoodlez]

Fandoms. Fandoms everywhere.

I consider myself involved in many fandoms, so here's a-Idk what to call it-A thing-a-ma-gig for the fandoms I'm into.

*In order of oldest I've been in to the ones I've been into recently*

Bendy and the Ink Machine (BATIM)

Favorite character(s): Boris (my wolfo doggo boi)

Favorite scene/Line: Giving boris a bone in chapt. 3.

Cuphead

Favorite character(s): King Dice, Cagney carnation, the cupbros.

Favorite scene/line: The barbershop thingy you can unlock

Favorite song in the OST: THEY'RE ALL BANGERS *bops head aggressively*

Undertale

Favorite character(s): Papyrus, but it's a close tie with literally everyone else.

Favorite scene/line: "I'M NOT CRYING! I JUST HAVE SOMETHING IN MY EYE!" "and what's that?" "TEARS!"

Favorite song in the OST: Bonetrousle, whatever the heck asgore's theme is called.

Favorite AU: Inktale! Error sans is pretty cool, too.

Deltarune

Favorite character(s): Jevil, Ralsei.

Favorite scene/line: "GOD...DAMN IT."

Favorite song in the OST: *bites cheek in thought* Rude buster...vs Susie, vs Lancer...Checker dance.

**AND THUS STARTS THE OBSESSION WITH JESTERS**

Super paper Mario

Favorite character(s): Dimentio, Count Bleck, O'chunks.

Favorite scene/line: "Blurrrrgh! My brain hurts! I can't keep up with plot points this complicated!"

Favorite song: Champion of destruction/Ultimate show/Charming magician/showtime

**A brief intermission from the jesters*

Five Nights at Freddy's. (FNAF)

Favorite character(s): The Puppet, Glitchtrap

Favorite line/scene: "THE NIGHTMARE IS JUST BEGINNING." "The others are like animals...but I am v e r y aware..."

Friday Night Funkin (FNF, not to be confused with FNAF)

Favorite character(s): My spooky children (skid and Pump), Daddy dearest, Hex, Whitty (Yes, I'm including the mods too.)

Favorite line/scene: "I hate my life and I wanna cry, I ain't got no Iphone." *Be da do da ba doo aa oh, do do dee bo bee boooh.*

Favorite song(s): Dadbattle, Spookeez, High, Senpai (inst), Stress, Glitcher, Lo fight, Overhead.

No straight roads (NSR)

Favorite character(s): 1010, DJ Subatomic Supernova, Zuke.

Favorite line/scene: "What have you done to her, 1010?!"

Favorite song(s): vs 1010 (including rock ver.), vs DJ SS (edm ver. too)

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[artificialqueens]

Girl I Met On The Internet, 2/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: aaaa i’m so glad everyone liked the first chapter! i think this story will end up staying focused on gigi and crystal for the most part, but there is some (one sided) jankie in this chapter if you’re into that! also: just in case no one got the reference, the nickname crystal gives gigi, ‘georgia rose’,comes from the 1d lyrics “Said her name was georgia rose, and her daddy was a dentist” from their song ‘best song ever’!

gigi: are u okay :( ily crystal

crystal: yeah i just got picked on by this cheerleader that doesnt like me

Technically, she wasn’t lying. Crystal didn’t think it was too bad, considering she really only ever saw Dahlia in history class, but she still made it her mission to make that 45 minutes rough for Crystal whenever possible. This time it was pushing all of Crystal’s belongings off of her desk while she was leaving.

gigi: fuck. im sorry. 

crystal: it’s fine dskjdshjgkjf i wish all cheerleaders could take notes from you and jan

gigi: yaaas me and jan invented being nice

gigi: but i was wondering if maybe you could teach me about one direction later tonight?

Crystal had tried to convince the group earlier in the week that One Direction was the best boy band ever, and had only managed to get Jan to agree. She was glad that Gigi had finally come to her senses.

crystal: finally changing your mind? amazayn!

gigi: i regret asking now. take that pun back to 2011!!!!

The rest of the day went as normal. The chat was pretty active, but eventually died down at the end of the school day. Everyone seemed to have plans; Jan was studying, Jaida was going out to hang with friends, Nicky was sleeping, and Heidi was starting a new challenge on the Sims. It appeared to be just her and Gigi, alone in the group chat. 

Crystal decided to message Gigi privately, not wanting the rest of the girls to see her go into full stan mode. If someone asked Crystal about her interests, she could go hours before thinking of stopping herself.

crystal: ok miss gigi are you ready for your 1d crash course?

Crystal told Gigi everything she wanted to know and even more. A history of how they got together, way too much information on each of the five boys, telling her the best songs on each album, and making sure that Gigi knew ‘Midnight Memories’ was their best album. 

gigi: but ur @ is dedicated to made in the am?? fraud!

crystal: HELPFDFHBJ

crystal: mmcrystal sounds weird… like no thanks 

gigi: that was very interesting.. i’ll def listen to midnight memories in the morning <3

crystal: YAY! gigi 1d stan finally

gigi: no promises! :)

Crystal didn’t respond to that, not really knowing what to talk about now. Having a group of friends helped her be less awkward, but it definitely didn’t fix that problem completely. 

gigi: do u wanna play 21 questions or something?? to get to know eachother better???

Of course, Crystal jumped at the chance to get to know the other girl better. It started very innocently, asking about favorite colors and foods. Gigi quickly changed that.

gigi: uhh… have u ever kissed a girl?

crystal: sadly no.. my state is full of straight people

gigi: same.. ur turn

crystal: this feels awkward to ask but uhhh….

As soon as she hits send, she instantly regrets it. She backtracks what she had originally typed, desperately trying to come up with another question. Crystal was not able to think of anything else.

gigi: ????

“I guess I’ll have to do it,” Crystal says, talking to absolutely no one. She types it out again, looking away from her phone as she blindly tried to hit the send button, like it would help her situation be any less flustering for her.

crystal: how long have you and nicky been dating?

Would Gigi find it weird that she asked? Gigi was the one who brought up kissing girls, not Crystal, so it would be fine. Right?

gigi: CRYSTAL WHATBDGNHSDMFD

gigi: nicky and i are not dating omg im single

gigi: she’s like my sister. plus i would never do long distance

Crystal was so embarrassed. She was relieved this conversation was taking place through a screen, so Gigi wouldn’t see her blushing face. 

She was pleased that she was wrong about the two girls, but Gigi’s answer was upsetting to her.

They asked a few more personal questions before Gigi started asking Crystal would you rather questions instead. Crystal’s favorite out of them was if she would rather get a mullet or dress like a clown every day for the rest of her high school career. The answer was both, obviously. 

They spent the rest of the night sending each other stupid questions, giggling to themselves. The later it got, the more Gigi would flirt with her. At least Crystal thought it was flirting.

gigi: it’s really late and i have a test tomorrow so im gonna go to sleep. goodnight, babe

Gigi always would say ‘goodnight, bitch’, and this made Crystal even more confused. The ongoing joke that lesbians had the hardest time telling if a girl is into them or not was one of Crystal’s favorites, but now she couldn’t help but wonder if that was exactly what was happening to her. There was obviously a connection between them, but it was unclear to Crystal if it was just platonic. 

It didn’t hit her until later that night, while she was trying to fall asleep, but Crystal wasn’t entirely sure where Gigi lived. She knew they were in the same time zone, but wasn’t sure what state she was in. It was totally possible that Gigi lived in Missouri, but Crystal highly doubted it. Though Gigi obviously trusted Crystal enough to want to play 21 questions with her, she was still very private, and Crystal wasn’t too sure if Gigi would tell her what state she was in. 

Crystal fell asleep thinking about her highly unrealistic perfect world, where Gigi lived in Missouri and where Crystal wasn’t just another Nicky. 

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Crystal got onto Twitter right after waking up the next morning, ready to ask Gigi if she happened to live in Missouri, but quickly got distracted with a very interesting conversation going on in the group chat.

jan!: now i may not be gay but i’m in love with a woman… 2 words jackie

jaida: i- that’s only one word

jan!: fuck

heidi: the way i can’t tell if you’re joking or not

jan!: the way i don’t think i am joking

gigi: YAAS about time u admitted that u like her

crystal: hold on i thought jan was straight?? who’s jackie???

nicky: do you really think a straight person would hang out with us?

crystal: good point 

jan!: I AM STRAIGHT! i think? i don’t know i’m so confused. 

heidi: jackie is jan’s local @ crystal

gigi: jan be like: im straight.

gigi: but also jan is like: wow jackie is so pretty and she’s so funny and smart i’m going to fail geometry so she can tutor me but no homo!

heidi: the delusion janice has…

jaida: not to be serious but if you think you like jackie, you probably aren’t straight baby. everyone else hush and let her talk

nicky: ^^ yeah jan what happened

jan!: first of all i did not fail geometry i just said we should study together so we did!!! and have been for months! but last night i couldn’t focus at all bc she’s so pretty all i wanted to do was k*ss her out of nowhere

In a way, Crystal could definitely relate. Gigi wasn’t her local, she still didn’t know what the girl looked like, but she still kind of wanted to kiss her. She couldn’t focus on anything besides Gigi sometimes, not like she would ever admit it. 

All of the girls had sent many comforting messages addressed to Jan, saying that it was okay, and she has all the time she needs to figure out her feelings. Afterwards, everyone had gone back to being playful. Gigi also tried to convince her to make a move on Jackie, which Jan refused.

gigi: if u talk to her u guys can get married <3

crystal: gigi you’re so stupid i love it

jan!: omg did someone say stupid love??? stream! 

gigi: crystal back me up :(

crystal: i might’ve found out who jackie is only 10 minutes ago but i will cry if jan doesn’t talk to her right now

jan!: better start crying bc i dont think i can even look at her now

jaida: that’s not saying much at all. you cried the other day bc gigi sent a pic of her dog

crystal: I AM A NANCY STAN FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND!!

Crystal knew she looked like an idiot, walking to her locker with her eyes glued to her phone and a dopey smile on her face but she couldn’t care less.

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The day actually went well for Crystal. The highlight of her day was finding out that the story she wrote for her creative writing class had gotten the highest grade out of everyone in the class, earning her a piece of candy. 

crystal: just got candy and a 99% on my story for class… i truly have the mind of a mastermind

jaida: beauty and intelligence in one combined!

Navigating through the halls was much more difficult when your eyes are glued to your phone, but replying to a meme Jaida sent seemed much more appealing to Crystal than getting to her seventh period without worrying about bumping into someone.  And bumping into someone, she did.

“What the actual fuck, weirdo?” Dahlia yelped, looking extremely offended, “Get off of your sad, cracked phone and watch where your dumb ass is going.”

Crystal just stared at her, frozen in fear. Dahlia taunted her daily, but this was very different from how she usually acts towards her. It was quite terrifying. 

“I swear to God, if you ever look at me, let alone fucking touch me again-” She continued, but before she could finish her statement, she was interrupted by her friend, Georgina running over and pulling her away. 

Crystal didn’t think Georgina shared Dahlia's hatred for her, and Crystal didn’t hate Georgina either. Georgina actually seemed very sweet besides the fact that she had never bothered to step in on the rare occasion Dahlia happened to target Crystal outside of class.

“Can you please leave her alone? We don’t have time for this.” Georgina groaned, looking back at Crystal, flashing her a quick smile, before turning around to escort Dahlia to what Crystal assumed was cheerleading practice.

“But she bumped into me!” Dahlia whined, not used to being interrupted like this.

“Really? Wow, funny. I don’t care.”

Once they were out of sight, Crystal was alone again. She pulled out her phone and went to check if anyone had said anything else in the chat; just Jan freaking out, because Jackie had smiled at her in the hallway.

heidi: everyone say i if you think jan should stop being a baby and ask jackie out

jaida: i

crystal: i

jan!: WTF

jan!: friendship ended with heidi, jaida and crystal. now nicky and gigi are my best friends

jaida: they would say i too if they were online and you know that

jan!: i don’t need friends! they disappoint me!

Crystal decided to not use her phone while she was walking home, not wanting to have a repeat of the Dahlia situation. Her after school routine changed a lot in the past week, making a rule to not check Twitter before completing her homework. Her Twitter addiction was getting worse, but since it was also causing her to be more productive with doing her homework, she saw no issues with it. Once she had finished, she picked up her phone to see that Gigi had messaged her less than a minute ago.

gigi: hey clown :) im done w practice

crystal: WHY AM I A CLOWNDFSHDM

gigi: u just have clown energy. i cant and wont explain 

crystal: honestly yeah i see it but can i at least be your clown wife or something

gigi: yeah <3 hey clown wife! i listened to most of midnight memories and it was really good! my fave song is u and i

If that’s not love, then what is? If that’s not friendship, then what is? Crystal had never been able to get anyone to listen to anything she recommended, ever. She was filled with glee, double tapping the message to heart it. It meant a lot to her.

crystal: YAYAYAYAYA im so glad but it looks so ugly when you spell it like that 

gigi: my fave song you and i* >:(

crystal: better 

gigi: if i have to stop spelling it as u to make you not divorce me i will

Crystal knew deep down it was just a joke, but it made her heart race. The feeling she got every time Gigi would flirt with her was very unfamiliar, but very nice. It didn’t help that Crystal thought ‘You and I’ was one of the most romantic songs One Direction had, she couldn’t help but make the fact Gigi liked it out of all of the other songs into something it was not.

This reminded her of her late night thoughts. She had completely forgotten to ask Gigi where she lived, but the idea didn’t seem the greatest now that she was fully awake. She was still curious though, so against her better judgement she asked, without a segway or anything.

crystal: i forgot to ask but what state do you live in? asking for science

gigi: oh i live in missouri

crystal: omg me too

gigi: i don’t wanna reveal where but this is amazing.. maybe we won’t have to break the distance at all <3

Pleased that she somehow got an answer, Crystal changed the conversation into a discussion of ‘Midnight Memories’, and if Gigi agreed with the opinions Crystal had shared the night before. She did, for the most part and before they knew it, it was time for Gigi to go sleep. Had they really talked all evening? 

gigi: i have to get up early so i need to go to sleep but im really glad jan added u to the gc

crystal: and im happy you asked me about one direction!

gigi: me too. ur cute when ur passionate. i hope we can continue to grow closer

crystal: i’d like that.

gigi: goodnight, my clown :)

crystal: goodnight, georgia rose

gigi: U DID NOT

gigi: my full name isnt even georgia and dad isnt even a dentist but i’ll allow it bc i know u think u invented comedy

gigi: ok gn now <33 luv u

crystal: gn!!! sleep well

Crystal wanted them to stay like this forever.

[therotatingvillain]

First, hello. A few facts about me: I'm German, currently still living in Germany, going to school, 10th grade and am somewhat interessted in history. As it is in Germany you can't be interessted in history without at least knowing more about World War 2 than the average person, although I believe that Germans tend to see the horror in it, yet still make jokes and laugh about it more than other nations. There also are a lot, and I mean a lot of movies about WW2 or set in WW2. One of these is my number 3 favorite movie, Inglorious Basterds. Now, when I first watched IB, I immediately (as so many of us probably) fell in love with SS-Colonel Hans Landa, whom I'll just be referring to as Hans from now on. I wondered about something everytime I watched him though and that was what exactly made him so terrifying? What makes our blood run cold the moment we hear this abstract, weird version of Für Elise, or at least this abstract song with the Für Elise beginning? What makes us feel as if we're in serious danger everytime Hans is on screen? It couldn't just be the uniform or his obvious Nazi typical mannerisms, no, otherwise we would have been just as scared of Gestapo Major Dieter Hellstrom and I don't know about you, but the more I watch IB, the more I think Dieter is just hilariously failing at trying to be like Hans.

So, what made Hans so different? Well, in my opinion you can already see that in the first scene.

Let's make one thing clear here, I'm a writer, I want to become a psychologist, I can't and won't talk about this in a cinematography kind of way, but rather on a people level. Also, I'm a theatre kid, so I'm gonna use some of the shit I learned in drama class and all in all this is just a lot of rambling and me fanboying over Nazi Daddy Landa, so don't take everything I say too seriously.

The first thing I want to briefly touch upon is the music. The iconic intro of Für Elise, a song that screams German and what is it followed by? Abstract, not at all fitting notes, making you feel uneasy because something isn't right at all. LaPadite and his daughter also show this perfectly. She sees the car driving their way, the music sets in, their erratic, nervous and you as the audience don't know why. You can guess why, a German song in the background, a movie set in WW2? This is going to be Nazis, no doubt, but you're still uneasy because something just doesn't seem right. Not one bit.

And then Hans arrives, open top car, showing that he's not at all scared about what he is doing. He tells his men he doesn't want to be disturbed and walks up to LaPadite, asking if this land belongs to the LaPadites, fully aware that of course it does, but still being polite, asking questions, introducing himself and shaking LaPadites hand. This handshake shows perfectly that from that moment on Hans has full control over the entire situation. Hans is the one initiating the handshake and he holds it. If you look closely you can see LaPadite trying to take his hand away, but Hans doesn't let him. He looks into LaPadites eyes, holding the stare, his hand still firmly gripping LaPadites. Hans politely asks if he could be invited in, a clear order disguised as a polite question and when LaPadite agrees and wants to walk off, Hans lays his hand on LaPadites upper arm, showing that he has a higher status than LaPadite, that he is in control and they both know it.

The next bit that just makes you hold your breath is when Hans meets LaPadites daughters, mesmerized by Charlottes beauty, her having blonde hair and blue eyes, the Arien norm the Nazis were so fascinated with. She is the only one he pays attention to, staring at her even after sitting down, his face devote of emotion, just an emtpy stare that you're unable to read. When another of the daughters was asked to get him a glass of wine, Hans gripped her arm, soft, yet clearly in a threatening way. We know he has power over everyone in that room, but we don't see him clearly abusing this power, we only see small motions like that and that makes us nervous, because we wait for the moment he snaps but it just doesn't happen.

When he tells LaPadite to sit down with him and tells him to send his girls outside, we see that this is Hans' stage. He decides who goes where when and you follow those orders.

Next Hans asks to switch the language to English because his French is exhausted and he would only embarrass himself if he kept on talking, but once you have seen the full scene, you know this was only so that he could have a full conversation with LaPadite without the Dreyfuses underneath the floorboards knowing too much and making a silent escape.

From here on it gets really clear that Hans doesn't accept a simple yes or no as an answer, or any answer that he deems as too vague. He asks LaPadite to „please tell me waht you've heard“ after asking him if he's familiar with who Hans is, reminding LaPadite of the monster that is sitting in front of him. He wants LaPadite to talk, to slip up and reveal himself so that Hans can get the job done with and leave.

Hans smiles when LaPadite tells him that his visit may be pleasant, but LaPadite doesn't know why Hans is there. Hans smiles because he knows LaPadite is lying and we know that Hans knows. That's a terrifying thought. We don't know how he knows, all we know is he does. Hans entire preperation happened off screen, we know exactly nothing about him except for the fact that he knows. That he has power and knows the secrets hanging heavy in the air.

He drags the entire process as long as he can, doing everything neat and tidy, getting LaPadite to talk, asking him questions, still accepting no vague answers. When LaPadite asked if he could smoke his pipe, Hans reacts in a sort of „don't be silly“ demeanor. As if he isn't the one in control of everything, but just a mere guest in LaPadites house out of pure friendliness from LaPadite.

Now, let's get to my favorite part of the scene, the rat speech. This entire speech is just so that we would agree with Hans. Makes us understand his position, maybe even feel sympathy for him. He says he loves his nickname „precisely because I've earned it.“, saying it as if he means „I worked hard for this“, trying to gather sympathy. „I don't consider the comparison an insult“ can be read as the typical „I'm not the bad guy here, I'm not like them, I don't have anything against Jews.“ and I'm pretty sure I am not the only one believes him with that, who believes him that he never had anything against Jews, but merely just followed the regime flooding the entirety of Europe. When he says he doesn't consider the comparison an insult, he puts a hand onto his chest, underlining this „it's not me who's the bad one“ meaning. He makes us agree with him through comparisons like the one between a rat and a squirrel, because it's true. He repeats certain aspects, making it clear that they are important, making us think about it and in the end agreeing. It's terrifying to realize how easy he can make you agree with something so atrocious. It's as if he gets into your head with complete ease.

I always felt as if the phrase „Because I'm aware of what tremendous feats human beings are capable of once they abandon dignity“ felt off. Just, not really fitting, but that's for another time. After smoking his ridiculous pipe, which, let's be honest here, was not intended to intimidate LaPadite further, but was probably just something Hans thought was fucking hilarious (it was) since Hans is someone with a sense of humor. A really dark and disturbed sense of humor, but he loves cracking jokes and this was one of them. Anyway, he emphasizes a lot on the word „dictates“. His job dictates that his men conduct a search. Hans doesn't want to do this but he has to. It's again this weird sense of sympathy we feel for him. When he talks about the irregularities and says that „rest assured there will be“ some, we have the last clue that we needed. Now it's obvious that Hans knows everything. He knows that the Dreyfuses are hiding beneath the floorboards, he knows LaPadite has been lying, he knows everything.

What he is doing now is disguising obvious threats as rewards, telling LaPadite that his family would be save if he told Hans everything Hans wanted to know, reminding him that his daughters were outside with Hans men and that with one word from Hans, they could be shot on the spot and by now not just LaPadite but also the audience know that Hans would indeed give them the order to kill the girls just to get the information he wants.

I believe that from here on it's very obvious why we're so scared of Hans, if you don't remember, go back and watch the scene again. Actually, go watch the entire movie, it's wonderful.

Now, this was just a short retelling of the first 20 minutes, a lot of the things I mentioned were repeated to enhance the feeling and of course I may be reading way too much into this, but honestly? I don't care. It was fun writing this, it was even more fun staring at frame for frame of those first 20 minutes for more than 2 days, talking to myself more than I talked to anyone else the entire past week, but I just love Hans on so many levels. Christoph Waltz acting is amazing, he is an amazing actor that deserves the two Oscars he won and even more and I hope we will see him in a lot more movies before having to part from him.

Please excuse any mistakes since it's fairly late, I'm dying on the inside (well, I'm already dead inside but you know what I mean), English isn't my mothertongue and all in all I'm just ranting as always.

Stay hydrated you wonderful human beings.

[ikonsmut]

ikon’s kinks

to the person who requested this; i love you and you’re an intellectual for that. also it got kinda... messy halfway through, so sorry for that kdsksk

B.I.:

a total switch – hanbin is content as long as he’s getting some. that being said, he loves to dom just for the sake of his pride

praise kink oh my god!! he loves so much to hear what a good job he’s doing, and it gives him such a confidence boost. always returns the favor, mumbling softly against your skin about how good you make him feel

another kink he loves giving and receiving is overstimulation… if both of you don’t cum at least three times then was it really good sex??? he loves to feel you shaking beneath him and… ok lets be real here we all want him shaking beneath us 🗿

JAY:

hard dom, no doubt in my mind. he loves having control over you, and he’s quite strict. on the rare occasion that you’re on top, he’ll make sure you remember who’s still in charge here

he gets off so much on knowing that he’s the key to your pleasure. orgasm control is so much fun… for him. jinhwan would never deny his baby, but if you make him mad, he won’t even let you cum

i think he would probably wait a while to pull this one out, but degradation. “you’re such a good little slut. taking me so well like the little cockwhore you are.” and he’d love it if you talked just as dirty back to him

SONG:

yunhyeong is also a switch, but is awfully strict whenever he doms. you guys take care of each other and he cherishes that

gets off on buying you expensive lingerie and then fucking you in it. i don’t have much to add onto that but just know that little fashion shows are a must, especially if he’s been away from you for a while

likes to experiment with exhibitionism if you’re down. out at dinner? his fingers are between your legs. doing some shopping? you better believe he’ll follow you into the fitting room

BOBBY:

hard dom #2 but not nearly as tough as jinhwan. he’s much more relaxed, but that doesn’t mean he’ll let you off easily

bobby has some nice hands, and he uses them for choking!! whenever y’all are doing it or even just making out, he likes to give your throat a little squeeze to remind you who’s in control

also uses those hands for spanking you. his favorite way to punish you if you’ve been bad is to bend you over his lap and deliver you a few good smacks. if you have been good, you can still expect a few slaps on the rear while you’re riding him

DK:

as previously stated, donghyuk is a soft dom that gets rough from time to time, but he’s honestly not big on power play

let me preface this by saying, i love this mans thighs. even my mom talks about his thighs. you know where this is goin; thigh riding! getting to sit back and watch while you get yourself off, just on his thigh no less, is such a turn on for him

eye contact. he’s all about getting closer to you, and there isn’t much more intimate that eye contact; when you’re going down on him, when he’s going down on you, during sex and even after when you’re just cuddling, he loves to look into your beautiful eyes

JU-NE:

junhoe is a soft dom with a mean streak. he’s such a sweetheart but i you make him mad??? good luck, ur gonna need it!

he’s got a daddy kink ;) not only does he love hearing you cry out that title while pounding into you but he also loves taking care of you – he’d treat you like a mf prince/ss

ur crazy if you didn’t see this coming…... SIZE KINK!!! i don’t have much to say on this but i do think it would make him feel so proud to just pick you up and take you right there against the wall. it kind of goes hand-in-hand with the whole taking care of you bit

CHAN:

a switch; when he doms, he’s a hard dom and when he subs, he’s such a good boy

he’d do anything to get closer to you, and what better way than some mutual masturbation?? it’s so fun to just lay back and have fun, getting off on each others reactions and overall presence

ahem, impreg kink. considering he’s still young and in the prime of his career, he wouldn’t go too far with this one, but the thrill of cumming inside of you gives him such a high. and if you play into it, asking him to fill you up or whatnot, he would be so happy

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Flood my Mornings: Fluff

[no, really... the title is ‘Fluff’]

This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

See all past installments via Bonnie’s Master List

Previous installment: The Bairn

@maryloubird suggested (long ago) for FMM: “Furnace issues"

January, 1952 

“Sassenach? Christ, are ye ill?” 

Still hazed in sleep, he reached for his wife and pulled her closer to him underneath the blankets.

“Not ss-sick...Collld.” she whispered, and in truth, he could feel her jaw thudding against his chest like a hammer. “You’re nn-not??” 

A second later and a tentative hand out from under the blankets had him up on his feet, cursing the bloody Heating system in all the languages he possessed.

“Again?” Claire moaned, coming out from under the blankets. “It peters out last week, and now has the gall to—Oh, bloody hell, honestly?” 

For the vain click-click-click of the lamp switch under Jamie’s fingers had just proclaimed it to be a Very Inconvenient Night.  

There was no repairman that would travel out in this weather, he knew as he looked out the window, with eight inches of snow on the ground, more falling, and ice slicking every surface in sight, forbye.

He opened his mouth to curse, to vent the boiling up of frustration and indignation against the storm and foul machines both—

But quite of a sudden, he was smiling, feeling his chest swelling with something like excitement. Contentment, bordering on insouciance. 

He’d lived without Power or Heating for twenty-seven years, had he not?

“Daddy? Da-ddy, can we have marsha-mellows?” 

“Wait a moment, Bree. Down ye go, lad,” Jamie groaned, lowering Ian into Claire’s arms where she lay on the sofa with Bree at her feet, one and all swaddled in wool sweaters and caps under a nest of blankets. He gave the heavy-laden piece of furniture one final nudge closer to the fire. 

“Not too close!” Claire cried, above Bree’s whining. 

“Just getting it squared up, mo chridhe, dinna fash. ‘Tis warm enough?” 

“Yes! Nice and toasty, as long as we don’t catch a spark and become toast ourselves!”

Though the air of the sitting room was still frigid, at five or six feet from the fire, the sofa formed a sort of shell that captured the heat perfectly. Claire’s concern about sparks was not in the least bit frivolous, but as long as he kept watch, the configuration should do nicely to keep them all from freezing like Bree’s favorite Ice Pops in the night. And speaking of Brianna....

“DAAAAAAA-DEEEEEE?” 

“Sorry, lass, I forgot. Dinna raise your voice to Mummy or Da, though, aye?” He leaned his elbow on the sofa back and reached down to ruffle her hair reassuringly. “Now....Do we have marshmallows to hand?” 

“Uh-huh!” she cried, already clambering down in excitement and pattering toward the kitchen door. “And we can have s’mores of them!”

He followed and opened the door for her. “Mind, ye have to have some before ye can have some more, cub.” 

She spun on her heel by the cupboard. “No, Da, it’s suhh-MORRRRRES-uhhh.”

He turned and raised an eyebrow at Claire over his shoulder. “Do you ken what she’s talking about?” 

“Haven’t the foggiest.”  

A few minutes later, though, and three-year-old Bree had led them all into the magical realm of graham cracker-chocolate-marshmallow bliss, something Mrs. Byrd had apparently once made her. 

Jamie already had (he was slightly sheepish to admit) a startlingly-intense love for marshmallow, having been captivated completely from that very first Mallow Cup.  White and soft and sticky and sweet, it was nothing like marshmallow leaf tea—it was heaven, like reaching up to taste the very clouds. A fanciful thought, but no less true in the experience. And heated, with the chocolate melting all over and soaking into the biscuit—

“Forget ‘s’mores,’” he said, licking his fingers as he polished another off, “I’ll have ‘s’m-all-of-them.’”

Bree glared from where she sat beside him on the hearth rug, leaned against the sofa. “Nuh-uh, Da, I am!” 

He made a show of trying to gobble up the rest of her treat, getting a very sticky palm thrust in his face for his trouble. She’d make a fine American Football player one day, he thought, if the photographs in the newspapers were any indication.

“Did you know they make a marshmallow creme?” 

“A what?” 

"It spreads like butter!” Claire said, accepting the third ‘s’more’ he passed up to her. “Della has peanut butter and Fluff sandwiches every day for her lunch.” 

“Well that’s it, then,” he replied with grim resignation. 

“What’s what?” 

“This is the day James Fraser lost his figure and became a lifelong roly-poly of a—Ohhhh, no ye don’t, a bhlaiach.” 

Ian, who had been dozing in Claire’s lap after nursing and a few messy bites of graham cracker, had suddenly lunged toward the edge of the sofa. Jamie twisted to catch him up under the oxters, then stood, dusting crumbs off himself and letting the fire warm his backside. 

“Christ, but you’re getting big, sweet lad.”

“Not as big as me, though,” Bree said, the wee puffball at the peak of her cap wobbling. 

“No, certainly not,” Claire promised. “Here, lovey, come snuggle with me.”  

Satisfied, Bree obliged. Ian chewed on two fingers as he grinned up at Jamie, milky saliva flowing down his chin. 

“What do ye think about being up so late, Ian?” 

“Guergh,” he said definitely.

“Oh, aye? Geurgh? Canna just say you’re wrong.” 

Ian beamed ecstatically at the pleasure of being understood, and the fist went back in his mouth with a happy, “Gnumm, gnumm, gnummmm—” 

“Gnumm yourself.” 

The bairns were soon fast asleep, snoring like wee pups on their respective parental shoulders. 

Easing one final log onto the fire with his free hand, Jamie held Ian’s capped head and settled down onto the opposite end of the sofa. He gingerly stretched his legs out beneath the blankets, stockinged-feet just barely fitting in the narrow swath of cushion beside Claire’s bum. 

Claire suddenly jerked awake and—very thoughtfully for someone still half-asleep— pushed the blanket securely under his heels to keep them from sliding off. 

He mouthed a silent, heartfelt thanks, and she smiled back, sweet and sleepy and perfect. He didn’t take his eyes from her as her own slowly ebbed closed again, graceful arms tender; strong and protecting, even in sleep.

Not for the first time, Jamie felt the keenness of the loss of music from his life. 

Moments like these, the long, silent hours of watch-keeping, all but cried out for song.....the quiet sort; the powerful tales and promises of the Highlands, given life by rhythm and plaintive melody. 

He spoke the promises, all the same—the tune alive and true, if only in his own memory—letting them bless the cold night and the warmth they’d found.

[crowkingwrites]

12 Days

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Fic Request:  Christmas is soon lol! So, I thought of that idea: Ramsay has a huge crash on reader, but she don't even talks to him and probably doesn't even know who he is, and he's chosen to be her Secret Santa (well, he cheated to get her) and he decided to make her 12 presents in 12 days based on 12 Days of Christmas, but, you know, in Ramsay's style. And after first and second presents she's like 'omg he's such s cutie', but than she receives the third and is like 'omg he's hot' And while they're together she confesses that she knew he was her SS after 4th gift, because she recognized his voice (and that it made this present even hotter), and she, actually, always thought he was amazing and had a little crush on him with all his 'bad boy' attitude.

Words: 2563

Tagged: (@blog-lady-vi) 

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12967560

Secret Santa was a scared tradition among the Northside young adults of Winterfell. Inc. Robb Stark held it every year, and he would gather the names and assign everyone at complete random. It was tradition. It was sacred. However, nothing was sacred to Ramsay Bolton.

“Give her name to me,” he said.

“And why should I do that?” Gyrff Whitehill said. “I quite like Y/N. She’s been so nice to me.” They both looked across the modern office to you. You wore a wonderfully cute Christmas sweater with a matching skirt. You laughed with Sansa and Jeyne Poole.

“If you don’t, I will slash the tires on your pretty Tesla that your daddy got you,” Ramsay threatened. Gyrff immediately frowned.

“You wouldn’t,” his voice dropped.

Ramsay opened his switchblade in front of him. “I would.”

Gyrff Whitehill gave up your name to Ramsay faster than most could chug down eggnog. He rubbed his hands together with a wicked smile on his face. He watched you as he made his way back to his desk. He liked the way your lips curved as you smiled. The way your hips swayed as you walked. But mostly, he loved the way your eyes dilated when it came to murder, his absolute favorite thing.

You had been so kind to everyone, but when you locked eyes with him during an office retreat, he fell over almost instantly. Ramsay wanted you so badly. Knowing that Christmas was your favorite holiday, he had a plan to make you his.

He settled into his desk and looked at his twelve days of gifts and notes. “Tis the season.” He smirked.

The first day you found a gift on your desk was a happy surprise. A bottle of spiced cider with a tag around it stood tall on the corner. You picked it up and smiled. Suddenly, Sansa and Jeyne appeared behind you.

“What is it? What does it say?” Jeyne giggled.

“It’s cider. This must be from my Secret Santa,” you winked. You turned over the red and white tag.

You better watch out, Santa Claus is coming to town! There’s more where this came from. Get excited, pretty one. –SS

“There’s more?” you questioned. “I’m getting more presents?”

“Oh, he called you pretty!” Sansa said. “Looks like you have both a secret Santa and an admirer.” She nudged you. All three of you whispered to each to who it could be while Ramsay watched you smile from his desk.

On the second day, you had just got back from lunch with a rich client who loved your work on your last project and wanted to talk about future projects with you. You found a beautiful white box wrapped in a red bow. Inside sat two chocolate turtledoves.

You looked around the box and saw no note, but you took a bite out of the chocolate. Seconds later, your mouth felt hot and you saw the chipotle pepper inside the turtledove. You waved your mouth to get the heat out, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“He must have the hots for you, huh?” Jeyne made finger guns at you while smiling.

“I think it’s cute! I wonder if he’s cute,” you pondered out loud. Ramsay sat comfortably at his desk smirking to himself.

“Oh just you wait, Y/N,” he muttered to himself.

“What?” Gyrff said. Ramsay glared at him.

“Mind your own fucking business,” Ramsay said. “And zip your pants, you look like an idiot.” Gyrff looked down to his pants so quickly that he fell over in his chair.

The third day was particularly rough for you. You slept through your alarm. Your bus was late. Your mom had called you to ask if she could invite your ex to the family Christmas dinner “because the poor thing needs a good home cooked meal”. It wasn’t even 8:30am and you wanted to press the “I’m Done” button for the day.

That’s when you saw it. The pretty colored butterfly knife on your desk in the same corner. It had the colors of the French flag and the blades were new and sharp. Whoever this secret Santa was knew you very well. You smiled to yourself and played with it a little bit.

Ramsay’s mouth was wide open when he saw you play with your new toy. “Oh, look at you go. You already know how to use that? Oh, what a good girl. What a lovely girl you are.” He continued to watch you in wonder and awe as you flipped the knife back and forth therapeutically.

Ramsay exhaled through his mouth as he listened to the iPod for the last time. The first three gifts had been successful, but this one was the riskiest he had to date. He wrapped the earphones around the device and put it inside your drawer. He put a small note on top of your desk. He looked at the note again.

Should he even be doing this? Was this too creepy? Of course it was. Some admirer he was. Telling the girl he crushed on how he felt through music and audio clips of describing what kind of dirty things he’d like to do to her. Oh yes. Very romantic.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps and Ramsay fled to his desk quickly. He almost tore off his jacket and threw his bag against his chair He kept his head down and pretended to work while you opened the small note.

You looked inside the drawer to find the iPod, but the note told you to wait till you were home to listen to any of it. You shrugged and went on with your day. You did as you were told and waited till you were at home to listen to the iPod.

You heard songs from tragic musicals such as Hunchback of Notre Dame to hard and fast electronic music that put you in a big mood for sex. You heard the first audio clip.

“Y/N, I don’t claim to be some poet or artist. I was never good at things like this. What I do know is that I hunger for your attention. Every day I see you I want to be so selfish with you. I want all of you. Every inch of you.”

The music kept playing, but the words lingered on you. This was no admirer. This Secret Santa had intentions with you. Before you knew it, another audio clip played.

“You are the prettiest sin to exist. I will take you. I will have you whether you like it or not.”

“Oh my god that’s the hottest thing I ever heard,” you said aloud. You covered your mouth suddenly. The next day in the office you played with another weaponized gift, a golden knuckleduster, while talking to Jeyne about the iPod.

“He said that?” Jeyne gasped. “That’s creepy.”

“No it’s not!” you argued.

“Says the girl who dated a drug dealer,” Jeyne rolled her eyes.

“You dated a drug dealer?” Sansa questioned with a concerned look. You waved her off.

“That’s not the point. I think I might know who my secret Santa is.”

“She likes dangerous boys,” Jeyne explained to Sansa. “She always has. It’s her thing.” You rolled your eyes at the other two. Ramsay watched you intensely. He had hoped you would have reacted differently, but this would do. It was a gamble after all. You knew how he felt now, but his identity was still safe with him.

On the sixth day, you couldn’t wait to see what was on your desk. You had tried to piece together who your secret Santa was. You had one theory, but you always shook your head at it (even though you secretly hoped it was him). You arrived at your desk to find something small and beautiful.

It was a small locket. Nothing was inside, but it felt special. You put it on and admired the tiny heart. Your phone started to ring and you answered it with a groan.

“What do you want Todd?” Ramsay could hear you from across the way. He stood nearby the printer to listen to the conversation.

“No! Why can’t you just leave me alone?...No, you can’t come to the family Christmas party…Because I said so, dumbass…Todd, I swear to God I’ll hang up this phone…Go fuck yourself!” You hung up the phone and ran your hand through your hair.

“I thought you were done with Todd,” Jeyne commented.

“Yeah, so did I,” you went on. “He thinks because my mom likes him that we can get back together. I’m so disgusted! He thinks he can do whatever he wants and never face the consequences.”

“I know, sweetie. Karma will get him,” Jeyne patted your back.

“He has such nerve,” you were visibly upset as you vented to her. Ramsay’s anger almost boiled over, but he had to keep his identity a secret. “He asked me out tonight saying ‘we need to talk about things’ and ‘its Christmas I should be nicer to him’ Can you believe that? He wants me to go to this sleazy ass bar on 15th street.”

That was all Ramsay needed.

The next day you gasped in shock to what you found on your desk. Several pictures of Todd’s face bloodied up from a fist fight. You took the inappropriate pictures and kept them to yourself as you looked through each one.

His black eye, his swollen lips, and bruises on his arms brought you glee. You held onto the silver locket and smiled to yourself. Yes, this secret Santa man was perfect for you. You looked through the pictures again just to catch every detail.

“Hey what happened to you last night?” Gyrff asked Ramsay as he threw his backpack over in the corner. Ramsay didn’t have a black eye, but cuts on his nose and face. Ramsay smirked to see your heart so happy over violence.

“I made her happy. That’s what happened,” he responded. “I gave her what karma failed to do.” The next day you found nothing at your desk, and you frowned. The secret Santa had stopped his wonderful gift giving until you got home. There, in a long whit box, was your next gift.

You took it inside and unraveled it. On top was another note.

“Careful, sweetling. I’ve watched you for so long now. I could almost see you wearing these.”

You lifted the tissue paper and felt heat rise to your cheeks. The first set was a lacy innocent white. The bralette had fit you perfectly, and it came with a set of tights, a garter belt, and panties that matched. The second set was all black, and it had the same bells and whistles, but the black set came with a collar with a silver tag that said ‘Sweetling’ in a heart.

You waved yourself to cool yourself off. Secret Santa had turned up the dial here, and he was getting to you hot and heavy.

The next night, you found another box on your doorstep. You bit your lip in anticipation for the wrapped box. The small note only contained one sentence: “A hint of what is to come.” You opened the box to see an assortment of adult toys. Some small, some big. All of them matched your black lingerie set you had received the day before.

You wanted to practice, but some gut feeling told you that your SS wouldn’t want you to just yet. Still, the anticipation of what was to come excited you. You strolled into the office the next day to find a phone number on your desk with the words “Text me –SS”.

“Oh, I got your phone now, huh?” you muttered to yourself, without missing a beat, your whipped out your phone to text your secret Santa. Within seconds, you receive a reply. A picture of a young man with his button-up open and his tie askew. His bare chest showed underneath.

SS: Do you like what you see, sweetling?

You almost squealed where you stood. You covered your mouth and tried to stay calm. This was your secret Santa? What a naughty boy he was! You looked over the torso again t see if you could identify who he was. Another picture came through. All of the buttons were undone and you could spy the band of his underwear sticking out.

SS: I could show you more if you want ;)

“Jesus Christ, this man,” you gasped louder than you wanted to.

“What? What is it?” Jeyne jumped up and looked at your phone. “Oh my god.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“Is that your secret Santa?” Jeyne looked closer. “He can climb my chimney.” You took your phone away.

“He’s mine. You can back off,” you nudged Jeyne. You laughed and kept looking at the pictures. Ramsay tucked in his shirt from across the way and smiled to himself as he went back to his seat.

Ramsay left his last weaponized gift for you in your car. He closed your door and waited in the parking lot inside his own car. The snow was falling slowly, and everyone was leaving for work. He watched you open the box carefully at his own instructions.

He watch your face change with awe as you looked at your new pistol. It was a matte black with ‘sweetling’ engraved into the side. He had it made just for you. He read your lips as you read his note. ‘In case Todd tries something again. Tomorrow is the last gift.’ Ramsay watched your smile grow.

He sat back in his car knowing that he’s made you this happy so far, but tomorrow would be the big day. He would finally reveal himself and his biggest gift of all. It was a big risk, but he was so sure that you felt the same way.

Friday afternoon Ramsay waited by the private car he had rented to take you both to the airport. His thumbs twiddled on his luggage. He instructed you to meet him here at 6:30pm. It was 6:35pm. Maybe you weren’t coming. Maybe it was too much.

Ramsay saw headlights arrive at the rendezvous. You got out of the passenger side of the car with your luggage. You smiled to see him.

“I knew it was you,” you greeted him.

“You did?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I recognized your voice from the audio clips, but I think I just secretly hoped it was you,” you confessed. Ramsay took your luggage from you and packed it into the rented car. The driver took off onto the highway where traffic was heavy.

“So, you hoped it was me?” Ramsay’s hand touched your knee. You nodded.

“I just think you’re pretty amazing with all the work you do and I really like your attitude you know?” you were unable to meet his eyes with your confession. He lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You shy, little thing,” he cooed. His eyes went to your chest. “And you’re wearing the black set I bought you.” You nodded and bit your lip.

“So, what exactly is my 12th gift?” Ramsay’s hand went further up your thigh.

“Pleasure, nothing but pleasure, starting now,” he smirked as his hand stroked your panties. You had a feeling Ramsay was going to be generous this holiday.

[shippingeruri]

Tag thingy

I got tagged by the lovely @kittyboo8015 <3 Thank you!

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers/people you’d like to get know better. 

and 

Rules: Put your music on shuffle, list the first ten songs, and tag ten people. 

Twenty questions:

nickname(s): Zalynia

zodiac sign: leo

height: 1.65m

orientation: pansexual

nationality: half German | half ‘Murican

favorite fruit: strawberries, bananas, grapes

favorite season: depends on my mood (really!) atm I love this Autumn so far and I’m glad Summer is over

favorite book: J.R.R. Tolkien - The Lord of the Rings

favorite flower: lilies and sun flowers

favorite scent: gingerbread spices <3

favorite color: atm: pink-red-rosé-purple-lilac-something?

favorite animal: cats <3 and wolves

coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: coffee in the morning, tea the rest of the day :D

cat or dog person: more a cat person than a dog person

favorite fictional characters: Erwin f*cking Smith, Levi bad*ss Ackerman, Aragorn, Samwise Gamgee, Ned Stark, Daenerys Targaryen

# of blankets you sleep with: 2 

dream trip: back to Korea & Japan. Finally get to New Zealand <3

blog created: February 2015 

# of followers: 1021 atm (Jesus f*cking christ oO)

random fact: I spent more money on the Eruris than on clothes xD

10 random songs from my music:

Imagine Dragons - Whatever it takes

Seungri - 할말있어요(Gotta talk to U)

Boy Epic - Dirty Mind

Gabrielle Shonk - Habit

FTIsland - Lose

Kongos - Come with me now

B.A.P. - Wake me up

The Neighbourhood - Daddy Issues 

BTS -  DOPE(쩔어)

Skillet - Feel Invincible

I’m taggin (but please don’t feel forced): @tiny-heichou @absolute-eruri-trash @emmysmith @zedsdead1001 @tsukareta-levi @erurilicious @commander-ikemen @ackbang @lostcauses-noregrets @minxiebutt @confusedlostalpaca @helof0x @lervin-smiss @pandanoi @panterrarty-ships-eruri @blue-sonnet @teatimewithamz @mirsama @izuspp90 @pwnyxpr3ss @hexotic

[emyorkbossb]

Hello from your Secret Santa! I am loving your blog. I figure as this is day one Id get to you know you a little in terms of dance, I’ll ask more questions over the next few days. Favorite: dancers, studios, solos, groups? Also what brought you to the fandom?

Hi SS! Thank you! Some of my favorite dancers are Eva Igo, Ella Horan, Tate McRae, Sabine Nehls, Bostyn Brown, Kami Couch, Jaycee Wilkins Briar Nolet and Elliana Walmsley! My favorite studios are OCPAA, Canadian Dance Company, Club, Expressionz Dance Center and P21!My favorite solos are McKenzie Morales Body Love (I tear up every time I watch it), Ella Hiram Risiko (she's so good and I love the choreography), Gavin Morales Pulse ( i get literally chills), Eva Igo River (she's such a dynamic dancer!) Avery Gay Tragedy (sooooo beautiful) Sanctuary Kami Couch (that girl has improved so much and I love her to pieces) and Sabine Nehls Light of the Seven (she's flawless and that dance came so far through the season)! My favorite groups are Kill the Lights Danceology (super fun and I love the song), Vibeology Club Dance (same as Kill the lights), Mr Worldwide Expressionz Dance Center (damnnnnn) Dance Like Yo Daddy P21 (fun fun fun) and Hideaway MDP (chills). There are many more but im answering this kind of quickly :) Thanks for the message! Can't wait for Xmas so I can figure out who you are :)