#german tv sure is something huh

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sick III

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Magda gets sick

"Momma," You say, hopping down the last step," Morsa's throwing up in the bathroom again."

Pernille looks up from the stove and sighs. "I thought I told you that you weren't meant to go looking for Morsa?"

You shrug. "I didn't go looking for her."

Pernille doesn't believe you in the slightest.

Magda had come down with some sickness, likely the flu, a few days ago. It had started off as just an inconvenience, a stuffy nose and a few headaches. Then came the throwing up and Magda being forced to lean over the toilet bowl for a few hours in the night when she was meant to be sleeping.

Pernille knew it was wishful thinking to hope that the sickness remained with Magda only but you were a bit of a nightmare when it came to getting sick so she wanted to limit the chance of you catching it as much as possible.

If only you understood that because since Magda's sudden illness, you seem to have gotten incredibly clingy towards her like you don't want to stray out of her sight for whatever reason.

Pernille purses her lips as she looks at you, stirring the soup in the pot as she ponders what to do next.

"Why don't you have tv time?" She asks, finally settling on something to keep you occupied.

You don't get a lot of tv time, at least not where you're in control of the tv. You've never really craved it when you could play with girl-swan and girl-moose or kick a football around the garden.

But still, you're a little kid and kids love tv.

"I think Scooby Doo is on."

You think for a moment before your face twists into something akin to annoyance. "I don't like German Scooby Doo," You say," Can I watch Ben 10 instead?"

"Yeah, we can do that."

Pernille sets you up with an episode of Ben 10 in German and you settle on the sofa to watch it. With you now occupied, she sneaks up with a bowl of chicken soup just as Magda makes her way back to bed.

"You look...better."

"Don't lie." It's nice to see that Magda's humour is still there. "Is this for me?"

"Chicken soup." Pernille hands the bowl over. "You should probably wait for it to start cooling down."

"I'll be fine," Magda says," It's not like I can taste it so the heat might be the only enjoyable thing about it."

"How are you feeling? Do you need more medicine?"

"Can't take any yet. Hasn't been four hours but I'll be fine. I spoke to Linda. She said the throwing up only lasts a day. I'll be alright by tomorrow."

"Still," Pernille says," Eat your soup and drink lots of water. We're meant to be setting a good example to Princesse."

The corners of Magda's mouth quirks up a little. "Where is she? You know, I'd feel a lot better if she's here?"

Pernille rolls her eyes, scoffing. "Oh, I see. When I'm sick, I can't see her so she doesn't get infected but when you're sick, you can see her all you want? How is that fair?"

Her tone is teasing and Magda flashes a wolfish grin.

"Swedes don't infect Swedes. It's a rule."

"Well, it's great that she's Danish too, huh? No Princesse time for you until-"

"Hey, Princesse. What have you got there?"

Pernille whips her head around to see you standing by the door, clutching the little first aid kit that's usually hidden in the bathroom cabinet.

"I thought you were watching Ben 10?" She says as you come in, clambering up onto the bed and sitting on Magda's outstretched legs.

"Got bored," You reply, forcing the zip open and rummaging through it," I'm gonna make Morsa better though."

"She's sick, Princesse," Pernille says," Are you sure? You can get sick too."

You give Pernille the biggest judgemental look you can manage. "I know, Momma. I'm not silly. But I'm still going to make Morsa better."

In all honesty, Pernille is a little intrigued about how you're going to make Magda feel better with the first aid kit so she doesn't push anymore for you to leave the room.

"Does your head hurt?"

"Yes."

You bring out one of the bandages, winding it around Magda's head and tucking the end into itself.

"There you go!" You say," Now your head won't hurt. Does your throat hurt too?"

Magda nods.

You whip out one of the big plasters that's meant for big cuts and grazes on the knee and place it over Magda's mouth, making sure it's completely secure.

"You need to stop talking," You tell her sternly," Because that makes your throat hurt." You turn to Pernille. "Momma, I fixed her!"

Pernille has to force down her laughter at the bewildered expression on Magda's face.

"I can see that," Pernille says," We should leave Morsa alone now so she can recover. You did a good job."

You nod. "I know." You blow Magda a kiss. "I can't kiss you because then I'll get sick," You tell her," So have air kisses!"

You blow more kisses at Magda and shuffle off the bed, taking Pernille's hand.

"Can we finish watching Ben 10, Momma? It's a really good episode!"

[nat-the-sleepyeth]

Fireworks

pairing: König x reader

warning: just a lil bit spicy in the end, and a bit of gg translated German so it might be shite.

summary: you invited König over to watch fireworks, and it got a bit too cold.

word count: 1700-ish

(A/N: my second writing ever hohoho let's go, and happy new year >:D)

11:36 p.m.

You were sitting on the couch, looking at the clock on top of your TV in front of you. A bottle of cola in your hand is half full. The sky is getting darker and darker every minute. He should have arrived five minutes ago. You can't stop worrying he will not come. No, he will be here. Just give him some time. You thought to yourself, maybe he got a little too excited and needs time to calm himself down.

König was standing at your front door for almost 15 minutes with a small potted African violet in his hand, not because he's worried if he came to the wrong house, there's no other house here for half a mile away. The man is trying to build enough courage to knock, should he text you that he's here first, or should he just knock before the plant goes stiff. Suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket.

Y/N: Hey big man, are you lost?

Your text popped up on top of his screen, and he froze. Big man, huh. How could you keep finding nicknames to call him, and still every single one of it makes him blush. Before he could reply, another message from you popped up.

 

Y/N: It's okay if you change your mind, y’know. I'm not gonna be mad.

After seeing the text. He typed his reply as fast as he could, not wanting you to think that he stood you up. He'd never stood you up.

König: I'm at your door.

He heard a faint noise of stumbling, jumping, and running to the door. A clicking sound was heard and in the gap between the door, is your face. You were in your favorite sweater and a pair of black sweatpants. You look so cozy; it makes him kind of embarrassed because he’s in his black jacket and jeans like he’s taking you out or something.

“Oh wow, looking handsome tonight huh, big bear.” You were opening up the door to let him come in when your eyes locked on the small pot in his hands, you gasped. “König! You shouldn’t have,”

“I saw this at the shop and thought of you,” He handed you the plant. “At first I thought a bouquet of flowers would be nice, but it's not going to last long.”

“How thoughtful,” You reach out for the plant from him and gesture at him to come in. “c'mon, it's cold outside.”

König stepped into your humble little home. The smell of food hit his nose first thing. He eyed around your living room, then moved to the kitchen zone on the right. “Cozy, ich mag das.”

“Sorry?” You turned around and looked at him. It’s not unusual that he slipped some German in when he speaks, which you adore very much. However, your German sucks ass.

“I like it,” he said sitting down on the couch while you find a nice spot for your new little plant. After looking around for a solid minute, you decided to put it beside the window where the sunlight can reach it. König was looking at you while you put his small gift down with such care, in fact, he likes watching you move around in your big sweater. You look like a soft cuddly ball in his eyes.

“So, we have some time until midnight, want to eat something? I’ve put the pizza in the microwave, it should be ready now.”

“Sure,” The man walked up to you at the kitchen counter. “Need help?”

“Relax, Mr. Bear. I can do this, you’re my guest!” You gesture at him to go back to the couch.

Mr. Bear.

Mr. Bear.

Verdammt, get it together you silly man.

“I-I can’t just sit while you do all the work.” He stuttered.

“Well then, why don’t you go upstairs and tidy up the place for us?”

“Upstairs?”

“Yeah, we can watch the fireworks from there.”

He nodded silently, walking slowly up the stairs. Second level of the house is, for him, a private space. When you asked him to come, he didn’t think he’d have to come upstairs. König looks around and sees the balcony on the right side, the left side is the door to your room. How did he know that? Because the door is opened ajar. He couldn’t stop himself from looking into your room, despite knowing it’s not appropriate. In the small gap he can see your bed with a plushie on top of it. That’s all he sees before moving on to the balcony.

The balcony was already prepared, almost. You had a blanket down on the floor and a couple of bottles on top to prevent it from flying away. He lowered himself down on the blanket, soft wind blowing, sending a cold feeling onto his face. What should he do next, you both need more blankets, but all the blankets are in your bedroom, and he wouldn’t dare go in.

 

The sky is nice tonight, no clouds, the moon is shining beautifully, König thought about you, spending time here alone with a small town quite far away might be lonely. Even Though you are mostly off for the missions, you got to spend time with the team. It feels nothing like spending time with someone normal, just sitting down and talking and watching movies, doing normal things. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that with someone, now he gets to do it with you, even just for a short moment. He will do his best to enjoy it with you.

“The sky is pretty, don’t you think?” Your voice is heard from behind. He turned to look at you, your hand holding a plate, the other hand a bottle of cola. “Sorry I don’t have wine.”

“I don’t mind,” said König with a smile. He scooted over for you to sit beside him. You dropped yourself down and set the stuff in your hand between you both. “The sky is pretty.”

But you are the prettiest thing I see.

“It’s been some time since I came out here and looked at the sky.” You sigh softly. “It’s nice to see it with someone.”

König didn’t reply to that, instead he looked back up at the sky above, quietly cherishing the comfort of your presence. He can hear you picking up a slice of pizza and eating it quietly beside him. All this just feels normal, just being with you without saying anything. He wonders if this is what it’s like to spend time with someone, to be with someone.

“It’s very cold up here” You rub your hands together.

Suddenly König’s hand moves to your side, but before it touches you, he stops. He decided to take off his jacket, leaving only his black turtleneck to shield the cold. “Here,”

“Oh, thanks” You accept his jacket and put it over your body. The smell of coffee hits your nose, you can’t help but smile to yourself. “How sweet of you.” You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

His muscles tense up against you. König’s mind went crazy, his face heated up like a stove, both of his hands curled into fists. How should he act? Should he lean back onto you, or should he stay like this?  Though he tried his best not to move, to act normal, but you already notice the change in his physique.

“I’m sorry- was that too much-” You raised your head to look at him, seeing his red face makes yours lit up as well. Before you could move a bit further, you feel his hand on your shoulder, holding you close.

“Better keep close, it-it’s cold up here” He stumbled looking away from you. You can still see his red cheeks from this angle, he’s blushing. Was it because he likes it or because it’s the anxiety he’s having? You couldn’t tell. But you can tell by his hand that is holding firmly on your shoulder, he doesn’t want you to pull away.

 

You gave in to the urge and pressed a soft kiss on the side of his face. His face turned to face you, blue eyes widely looking at yours like a deer in headlights. Suddenly his eyes shift to your lips, and back up again. König leans closer, your faces are inches apart. You shift up to meet his touch. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft. You both stay still for a moment, letting the feeling tattoo into your brain, then you make the first move. He kisses you back softly, holding back the urge to just pin you down and do what he wants with you. Your hand touches the side of his face, caressing it. His hand on your shoulder now moves down to your waist, pulling you close. Without breaking the kiss, you move yourself up to straddle him. Your lower lip was taken by his teeth, pulling it gently. You both return the touches for a while, then break apart, gasping for air. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.”

Your eyes lock with his, faces still so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. “You are so beautiful in my jacket,” König whispers. “Schatz, so gorgeous.”

His words earn a small chuckle from you, but before you could say something in return, König pulled you back to meet his lips. His warm hands slip under your sweater, meet the skin of your waist, while he tastes you. You feel so small in his embrace, so safe, yet so fragile. His low, raspy voice whispers soft little praise between the kisses. Suddenly you feel the sky lit up in colors, it’s midnight. König pulls away to look up briefly, then his lips are back on yours again.

“Konig-” You gasp between the kisses. “We’re going to miss the fireworks.”

“I could miss thousands of them if it means I get to have you like this, liebling.”

[ladylooch]

can we see a sweet timo and lio moment. maybe them snuggling or something like that 🥹🫶🏻

Timo wipes the sleep out of his eyes while walking down the hallway to Lio’s room. He sniffs, then coughs, still trying to get over whatever cold came back to Jersey with them on the plane ride from Switzerland. He rubs at his cheeks as he turns into Lio’s room. In the corner, Emma Meier rocks the chair with the tips of her toes on the ground. Her eyes are closed, head laid back against the headrest. Lio moves in her arms, little arms jolting and flailing as he wiggles around. 

Jet lag with a 9 week old baby is hell on earth.

“I’m here, babe.” Timo announces his presence. He walks further into the room, gently putting his hand on his wife’s shoulder. She stops rocking, but keeps her eyes closed.

“His eyes haven’t closed once since I’ve been up.” She mutters. “Which means, naturally for you, he will shut his eyes immediately.”

“I doubt it. He likes you better.”

“He likes my boobs.” She mumbles. “He ate and I just changed him, so he should be good.” Timo smiles sympathetically. 

“Thank you, babe. Go sleep.” He pats her butt after she passes Lio off to him. She gives him a loving smooch in return, then takes her well earned opportunity to go back to bed. “Okay little man, let’s go to the living room. Maybe a change of scenery will help.”

Quietly, Lio and Timo pad out to the living room. Timo keeps the TV off, knowing that is too stimulating while trying to get a baby back to sleep. Instead, he turns on a lamp beside the couch and settles in with Lio laying on his chest. Timo strokes his big fingers over his son’s small, boney back. Lio sighs heavily on his dad’s chest. Timo turns Lio a bit more so he is lying on his cheek, but he can see Lio’s face. Timo smiles seeing Lio's big eyes, wide open, observing the world. They are pretty sure his eyes will be blue like Timo's.

“You’re so curious, huh? Just don’t want to miss anything in this new place you’ve never been.” Timo coos to him, stroking Lio’s fine brown hair with his thumb. Lio looks back at him, blinking and gurgling while lifting his head up for a few moments at a time. “Well, you have been here when you were in mama's belly. Mama and I made you here too.” Timo murmurs. “Best night of my life.” Timo looks up towards the hallway, almost able to see him carrying Emma down to his bedroom when they got here from Nico’s. He’ll miss these memories when they move into the house they are building in the suburbs.

Timo and Lio’s one-sided conversation continues for the next little bit. Timo’s soft, gentle voice, alternating between English and Swiss German, has Lio’s eyes beginning to close. The rumble of his words against Lio’s cheek enough to soothe him to sleep. Before he is too far gone, Timo adjusts Lio to sit in the crook of his elbow, supported by the cushions on the couch.

“You and mama are the best things to ever happen to me.” Timo murmurs, stroking his son’s cheek. “I love you so much, Lee.” Timo kisses his little forehead, then spends the rest of their time together, just looking down at Lio, needing nothing else in the world.

His girl is in his bed and his son is in his arms. 

Timo has it all.

[xanderlovesscones]

hiiii xander!!!! <3

how r u? I've sent over some scones from that recipe you love so much! hope they don't go stale before they arrive at hawthorne house (these delivery people nowadays sigh)

(hi again snowflake!! no worries, I apologise for my late reply as well, hawthorne business. no no, you’re assignments come first even though I am the coolest person on earth I think studying is also important!!)

well I love studying and learning but school makes it boring and insufferable 😔 "you must do this" "you must do that" sigh….. also dw, I won't even ask abt ur top secret hawthorne business (what is your top secret hawthorne business 👀)

(literally!! like why won’t it just grow!? I think grayson should donate some of his luscious locks to give me eyebrow implants… anywayyss lemon zest you say, hmmmm… to be honest I just can’t get over the lemony after taste, it reminds me too much of a lemon scone!! sorry!!)

but grayson is blond…. so does that mean you're going to have one blond eyebrow??? 🤨i'm not too sure about this idea…

(I don’t know, it’s like impossible given my face is so adorably perfect 😔😔 but it seems alisa can be mad at me, just if she’s not looking into my eyes)

ikr, like how can anyone be mad at you? 😔 awww i'm guessing its the puppy eyes? 🤨 if so, HA TAKE THAT ALISA. (i think grayson might unfortunately be immune tho 😔 sad)

(I’m glad you found it nearly as funny as I did!! grayson in leather pants will be mentioned at every hawthorne wedding or marginally big event)

as it rightfully should. you all should tell that story to your kids and grankids too 👀. "Once upon a time there was a grumpy blond dude who takes things too seriously. He was always too uptight and boring. But then one day, he suddenly found himself in too-tight leather pants. The End"

(there may be a possibility they grow out of it?? nash says that possibility has gone for me, but maybe there’s still hope for your brothers)

i think that's the other way round; you're not annoying and that possibility has gone for my brothers. also, whoever said your annoying COME ON OUT OUT HERE. I'M READY TO THROW HANDS. WHICH IDIOT SAID THAT? HUH? HUH?? THAT'S RIGHT! WANNA FIGHT??

(NO WAYYYY!! YOU HAVE THE WATCH IT!! ITS A DISNEY CLASSIC AND YES I MAY SAY THAT ABOUT EVERY DISNEY MOVIE BUT STILL… well I can’t argue with your brothers there star wars should be worshipped 😊😊 I can’t believe that someone can’t be a movie person!! I love movies!! awww thank you snowflake, that’s so kind of you, but yk snowflakes are blue too 💙🩵💙🩵💙)

hehe i'll see what i can do 👀 movies are a family thing for me so if one of us watches a movie, all of us watch it in most cases. i doubt my brothers want to watch a movie about a sophistacted cat lady who has better taste and braincells than them tho. ah well. and everyone keeps telling me i need to watch star wars 😭😭😭 I DON'T WANT TO WATCH IN ON MY PHONE CUZ MY GLASSES POWER WOULD GO UP BUT IF I PUT IT ON THE TV MY BROTHERS COME BUSYBODY AND COMMENT ON EVERYTHING SO THEY'LL SPOIL IT 😭😭😭. also no problem xand 🩵 but technically snowflakes aren't blue………

(ERRRRMM YESSS OFCCC!! I RECCOMNED HAVING A XANDER I MAY BE BIAS BECAUSE I AM A XANDER AND I HAVE ONE ALL DAY BUT STILL…)

NO YOU'RE NOT BIAS AT ALL. A XANDER IS ALWAYS THE BEST. AH WELL EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE CLASSMATE I HAD. HE'S A DISGRACE TO THE XANDER NAME 👹👹👹

(ofccc I hope they were yummy 🤭🤭 yayayayay there for each other through it all!!)

the scones were yummy!💙🩵💙🩵💙

(ah… I see)

yup…….

(well ofc I agree, scone eating is not only a hobby but a talent, not for the faint hearted!! maybe I can lend you a few things to explode… I recommend it’s very anti stressing (I appreciate the little joke))

YES PLEASE. I NEED TO RELEASE MY ANGER ON SOMETHING THAT IS NOT MY STUPID CLASSMATES. I'M SORRY WHATEVER THIGNS I'M GOING TO EXPLOAD BUT I DON'T WANT "MASS MURDER BY EXPLOSIVES" ON MY JAIL RECORD 😭

(yesss!! computer languages are like french or german for me. oh my goshhhh no way, never fear friend, I will teach you everything you need to know about coding, chat gpt ain’t got nothing on the xandobot 3000 (aka me))

French and german are still difficult. cries in can only speak English fluently can i get the xandobot 3000 installed on my pc as an extension please?

(mostly I’m a non-fiction kind of guys, I prefer to read up on old inventors for inspiration or how machines work. but overall pretty much anything and everything, I like to be informed about the world and everything in it, how it all works. although I do love me a good sci-fi novel with evil robots 😎😎)

haha evil robots are the best!!! not when they're terrorising the earth though 😟

(hw is SOOOOOOO boring!! I would much rather be building a new contraption then brushing up on quadratic formula!! literally, we can be smart and not like hw. don’t worry nash is 99.999% sure I’ll never grow up or have adult responsibilities so I’ll be okay!!)

IKR HW SUCKS. "DO THIS" "DO THAT" 👹👹👹 HOW ABOUT YOU Not you ofc, Xander 🥰 ugh quadratic formulas suck. why do they exist. IKR LIKE QUIT WITH THE STEREOTYPES PEOPLE. IF THERE'S ONE THING I HATE THE MOST ITS STEREOTYPES. UGH. also, i've just been sitting here trying to decode what you mean in the last sentence of its that a grammatical typo or smt….. cuz i said "it's a miracle adults can adult properly. i know i couldn't" and then you said " nash is 99.999% sure I’ll never grow up or have adult responsibilities" but then said "you'll be okay"…… maybe my brain just decided not to brain today welp.

(ooohhhh I see!! two xanders would be fun and slightly chaotic but what’s life without chaos right?? I think a snowflake is also a very interesting and fun person to talk to 🤭🤭 jameson has his ways, his stubborn, stubborn ways…)

nah, I can live with two xanders 💙🩵 awww ty (my species has now be reidentified as a snowflake not as a human being) sigh…. jameson, jameson, jameson… what are we gonna do about you.

(oooo so you’re a swimmer like my brother!! he’ll be happy for new competition!!)

grayson takes competition too seriously. at least he's not a sore winner like jamie ig (tag them for me will ya? 😝)

(YAYAYAYAYYAYAY XANDER ON TOPPPP 👑👑 I MEAN OFCCC BUT YAYAYAYYAYAYA!! we love our little serious gray)

OFC XANDER IS AT THE TOP 👑👑👑 A XANDER IS ALWAYS THE BEST (AGAIN, EXCEPT THAT ONE OTHER XANDER I HAD AS A CLASSMATE. HE SUCKED. WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE?)

(OMG STORYTIME IS BACK = SCONES ARE ALSO BACK!! bahahhahahahahhahaghaa yessss you all put that so called sporty kid in his place!! and I agree, for the love of blueberry scones, he should have shut up. I hate people like that ☹️)

IKR. I HATE WHEN IDIOTS DON'T SHUT UP. LIKE. PLS STOP SHARING YOUR STUPIDITY WITH THE WORLD, THANK YOU. honestly common sense not so common nowadays anymore ☹️

(yayayayayya me too!! my top three are 🤖💥🧐grayson banned me from using the poop emoji 💔💔)

dang, grayson, way to ruin all the fun 😔

(explosions are cool!! arson is not BUTTTT if it ever did happen we have amazing lawyers (shout out to our girl alisa) who would 100% cover it all up!!)

i mean controlled arson is cool. like when you do mini explosions that won't harm others 😎 but when you harm others, that's a big no no.

(uh-huh gift giving is all xander 😎😎 scones are my personality, I’m sure I’m part scone by now 🤭🤭 oooo thank you!! when’s your birthday?? I want to send you a message too!!)

hehe my bday is november 1st so you're gonna have to wait till next year 🙃

okay time for some new discussions……. uuuumm……… oh wait since we've been talking abt family a lot, how's things with your dad coming along? (i'm glad out of the 4 of you, at least one of you has a good dad 😔 sheffield grayson kinda set the bar pretty low tho tbh). if that's a bit personal it's fine!!! i just hope things are going well 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

(okayyy hopefully I won’t lose any more of your messages snowflake, I’m so sorry I did to this one!! bye for now, xander out 🫡)

aww, it's okay! i'm saving them from now on 🫡. and bye bye!!!!!

I AM SOOOO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO REPLYYY!! you see I lost a bet so lost my phone in the process and then got caught up on the hawthorne mystery advent calendar…

BUTTTT that’s a story for another time!!

(how r u? I've sent over some scones from that recipe you love so much! hope they don't go stale before they arrive at hawthorne house (these delivery people nowadays sigh))

your scones were PERFECTOOO!! not stale at all!! the delivery driver did a good job… this time

(well I love studying and learning but school makes it boring and insufferable 😔 "you must do this" "you must do that" sigh….. also dw, I won't even ask abt ur top secret hawthorne business (what is your top secret hawthorne business 👀))

yessss school can be so confining 😔💔 too regimental in my opinion… (hmmm my too secret hawthorne business was a possible link to a certain secret santa game that may begin very soon in the hawthorne household…

(but grayson is blond…. so does that mean you're going to have one blond eyebrow??? 🤨i'm not too sure about this idea…)

well we could dye it… ORRRR I could have one blonde eyebrow it might be a new look for the Xand 😎😎

(ikr, like how can anyone be mad at you? 😔 awww i'm guessing its the puppy eyes? 🤨 if so, HA TAKE THAT ALISA. (i think grayson might unfortunately be immune tho 😔 sad))

IT IS THE PUPPY EYES!! NO ONE CAN RESISTTTT (it’s a talent) it depends on grayson’s mood as to whether he lets my puppy dog eyes overtake his grayson-y senses

(as it rightfully should. you all should tell that story to your kids and grankids too 👀. "Once upon a time there was a grumpy blond dude who takes things too seriously. He was always too uptight and boring. But then one day, he suddenly found himself in too-tight leather pants. The End")

of course!! it will be a bedtime classic and then on movie nights I’ll play them the video 🤭🤭

(i think that's the other way round; you're not annoying and that possibility has gone for my brothers. also, whoever said your annoying COME ON OUT OUT HERE. I'M READY TO THROW HANDS. WHICH IDIOT SAID THAT? HUH? HUH?? THAT'S RIGHT! WANNA FIGHT??)

HAHAHAHAHA HATER GONNA HATE SNOWFLAKE BUT IM JUST GONNA SHAKEEE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE 🎵SHAKE IT OFF🎵 (sorry when nash blasts taylor swift I can hear it from my room and it gets in my head!!)

(hehe i'll see what i can do 👀 movies are a family thing for me so if one of us watches a movie, all of us watch it in most cases. i doubt my brothers want to watch a movie about a sophistacted cat lady who has better taste and braincells than them tho. ah well. and everyone keeps telling me i need to watch star wars 😭😭😭 I DON'T WANT TO WATCH IN ON MY PHONE CUZ MY GLASSES POWER WOULD GO UP BUT IF I PUT IT ON THE TV MY BROTHERS COME BUSYBODY AND COMMENT ON EVERYTHING SO THEY'LL SPOIL IT 😭😭😭. also no problem xand 🩵 but technically snowflakes aren't blue………)

whelp you could always force them too 🙃🙃 OH MY GOSH YOU MUSTT WATCH STARWARS IT IS A CLASSIC!! oh no, you should kick your brothers out for a few hours so you can watch it in peace!! (SHHHH LETS IGNORE THE TECHNICALITIES FOR NOW!! SNOWFLAKES ARE BLUE IN MY EYES!!)

(NO YOU'RE NOT BIAS AT ALL. A XANDER IS ALWAYS THE BEST. AH WELL EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE CLASSMATE I HAD. HE'S A DISGRACE TO THE XANDER NAME 👹👹👹)

CANT BELIEVE ANYONE WOULD DISGRACE THE GOOD XANDER NAME LIKE THAT!! HOPEFULLY I MAKE UP ENOUGH OF THE XANDER AMAZINGNESS TO CANCEL HIM OUT!!

(YES PLEASE. I NEED TO RELEASE MY ANGER ON SOMETHING THAT IS NOT MY STUPID CLASSMATES. I'M SORRY WHATEVER THIGNS I'M GOING TO EXPLOAD BUT I DON'T WANT "MASS MURDER BY EXPLOSIVES" ON MY JAIL RECORD 😭)

ITS OKAYYY ALISA CAN GET IT OFF 🤭🤭 SHE’S DONE IT FOR ME BEFORE (just to be clear not for mass murder, I do not murder people)

(French and german are still difficult. cries in can only speak English fluently can i get the xandobot 3000 installed on my pc as an extension please?)

I think I can make that happen!! installation coming up for you!! 😊😊😊😊

(haha evil robots are the best!!! not when they're terrorising the earth though 😟)

… they’re lowkey cool when they terrorise the earth though 😎😎 JOKINGGF… or am I *evil laughs as xander plans robot world domination*

(IKR HW SUCKS. "DO THIS" "DO THAT" 👹👹👹 HOW ABOUT YOU Not you ofc, Xander 🥰 ugh quadratic formulas suck. why do they exist. IKR LIKE QUIT WITH THE STEREOTYPES PEOPLE. IF THERE'S ONE THING I HATE THE MOST ITS STEREOTYPES. UGH. also, i've just been sitting here trying to decode what you mean in the last sentence of its that a grammatical typo or smt….. cuz i said "it's a miracle adults can adult properly. i know i couldn't" and then you said " nash is 99.999% sure I’ll never grow up or have adult responsibilities" but then said "you'll be okay"…… maybe my brain just decided not to brain today welp.)

it’s not that I mind quadratic formulas it’s that I mind how I use them, why sit it math class and do 20 questions when I could apply them to my robotics 😔😔 YESSSS STEREOTYPE SUCK!! I FEEL YOU THERE!! ohhhh what I meant was nash is 99.9999% sure I’ll never have adult responsibilities so I’ll be okay because I won’t have to be an adult who adults properly

(nah, I can live with two xanders 💙🩵 awww ty (my species has now be reidentified as a snowflake not as a human being) sigh…. jameson, jameson, jameson… what are we gonna do about you.)

yayayayayaya two xanders sound awesome!! (well seen as I don’t know you’re name it’s now snowflake!!) I ask myself the same question about jamie every day!!

(grayson takes competition too seriously. at least he's not a sore winner like jamie ig (tag them for me will ya? 😝))

he does indeed!! too crazy for my liking, he needs to sit back and drink some herbal tea!! @jameson-hawthorne @therealgraysonhawthorne

tagged for you!!

(OFC XANDER IS AT THE TOP 👑👑👑 A XANDER IS ALWAYS THE BEST (AGAIN, EXCEPT THAT ONE OTHER XANDER I HAD AS A CLASSMATE. HE SUCKED. WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE?))

YAYAYAYAYYATA 😎😎 *sigh* I wish I was your classmate!! that would be super fun!!

(IKR. I HATE WHEN IDIOTS DON'T SHUT UP. LIKE. PLS STOP SHARING YOUR STUPIDITY WITH THE WORLD, THANK YOU. honestly common sense not so common nowadays anymore ☹️)

I AGREE!! NO ONE SHOULD LISTEN TO THAT!! it seems a rarity to have common sense nowadays, I agree

(dang, grayson, way to ruin all the fun 😔)

as always 😒😒 we should start a position to get some joy into gray’s life again!!

(i mean controlled arson is cool. like when you do mini explosions that won't harm others 😎 but when you harm others, that's a big no no.)

yayayay no harming of humans and mini explosions 😊😊 best kind of fun

(hehe my bday is november 1st so you're gonna have to wait till next year 🙃)

sighhhhhh 😔😔 I’ve just missed it!! well happy belated birthdayyyy

(okay time for some new discussions……. uuuumm……… oh wait since we've been talking abt family a lot, how's things with your dad coming along? (i'm glad out of the 4 of you, at least one of you has a good dad 😔 sheffield grayson kinda set the bar pretty low tho tbh). if that's a bit personal it's fine!!! i just hope things are going well 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵)

(me too!! sheffield set the bar below the crust of the earth) nice of you to ask actually!! me and my dad are getting on quite well, the bonding is good… but it’s weird because it’s like we’re catching each other up on our entire lives!! ANYWAYYSS how are you at the moment??

(aww, it's okay! i'm saving them from now on 🫡. and bye bye!!!!!)

that’s a good idea!! bye bye, see you sooon 😊😊

[tellmegoodbye]

For nice ask day - I'd love to know about when you first got into Lone Star, and what are other shows/movies you like and would always recommend?!

Hi!!! It's actually really interesting because I probably would have gotten into the show sooner, I was just lazy.

So my first introduction to the show was actually seeing the ads for season 3 and going hmm looks interesting, and then I proceeded to forget to actually go watch it. 😂 I then started seeing gifs on my dash a few months later, mostly from season 3. It took me until February of this year after seeing like ten thousand gifsets of the scene where TK wakes up from his coma and going "okay I am literally missing out on some delicious angst right now, I need to do something about this"

I binged the whole show and it took me from about the time 4x04 dropped to when 4x06 dropped, so about two weeks. (that's not even close to my record, I binged ten seasons of shameless in two weeks) I also then went and watched OG which I also enjoyed, but lone star is still my fave! I've mostly been lurking around here because I'm generally very shy but also wary of fandoms. But y'all seem nice so hiiii you get to deal with my annoying dumbass now ^_^

(I also couldn't contain my fic ideas, so when I'm done being the slowest writer in existence, I am also excited to jump into that as well 😊)

Obviously I'm coming here from Shameless so that's one show I reccomend. (it's also where my url is from in case some lone star people were like "huh??" I'm too attached to it to change it) I don't really watch a ton of shows, as this is only my third fandom and only my second for a tv show, but I will reccomend one show that I haven't seen much of on tumblr, which is a show called Dark. It's a German show on Netflix and if you're looking for sonething that will absolutely confuse the shit out of you in the best way possible then that's a good one to watch!

For movies, There's a couple I really love. my favorite movie of all time is August Rush. The soundtrack is amazing and it's just a really sweet movie overall.

Just listen to this shit and tell me that doesn't go hard.

Another movie I really love is Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. It's about a kid who loses his father during 9/11 and how he navigates that grief both by himself and with his mother who he has a complicated relationship with. He also has aspergers which impacts exactly how he deals with these emotions and I really relate to him a lot in that regard. It's a sad movie with a beautiful ending, and it will definitely make you cry!

Finally, a movie I'm sure everyone knows and loves, is The Parent Trap (1998 version) It's just so fun and sweet!

Thank you for this ask! I'm having a lot of fun today :)

[apocryphalfiles]

Static. Part 2

The line moved slowly. Each student passed through the checkpoint before making it into the school. When they got closer to the entrance, there were more military men stationed on either side of the line, and a number of students had already made it into the line behind them and stretched to the outdoor gates they'd come from. While they waited, Angie, Keita, and Melia made small talk, getting distracted every so often to speculate on what all this security business was about before Angie or Melia brought up some TV show or complained about some encounter they'd had with a rude guy.

Angie, having come in the front of the line when the three of them fell into single-file rank, was the first to be checked. A gaunt-looking man in a labcoat shined a penlight in her ears, throat, and into her eyes before pulling out a stamp and pressing it into her forehead, leaving a purple star-shaped ink print behind.

"Go to the school gym." Although the military man was speaking Japanese, he was a tall Caucasian man with a heavy build and a strong German accent that made it difficult to understand him.

Angie rubbed her forehead, wondering what was on it. She was still seeing spots from the light they'd flashed in her eyes, feeling disoriented. "H-Huh?"

"Don't take any detours. Hurry up." The soldier barked in a gruff voice, grabbing Angie by the shoulder and shoving her forward to get her going; she stumbled but regained her balance and walked quickly inside the school.

Keita Suddenly he darted forward, panic swelling through him, hey what the fuck were those white assholes going to do with Angie? Who the hell were those bastards anyway?

"Hey? Dude what the hell!?"

He shouted as he took a few steps forward. "What are you doin' hoarding her off that way like that for?"

Seriously the fuck were these people doing here?

As soon as he broke the line, a second soldier stepped in, blocking Keita's path with his firearm. "Stay in line." He barked with that same heavy accent.

"I- I'm sure it's nothing." Melia insisted, trying to reassure herself, but her anxieties came through in her voice breaking a little. "It's probably just- a school assembly, r-right? Y-Yeah. They really amped up security this year, huh? Maybe some dumbo sent in a bomb threat? I bet-"

"Move!"

While Melia was busy yapping, the guards impatiently rushed her forward, and she shut her mouth, falling into line. The doctor (she assumed) examined her in the same way, and she stood stock still, arms at her sides, gulping as she tried and failed to appear as natural as possible. After her own vision was blurred with the harsh light shined in her eyes, she felt some pressure on her head, and the doctor pulled back that same star-shaped stamp.

The soldier at the front of the line barked the same order about going to the gym as he'd done to Angie, and, not wanting to get yelled at again, Melia quickly ran inside, holding her forehead with her left hand.

Keita Suzuhara

A violent impulse flashed through Keita's head as he saw his friends being lined up but he held back those intrusive feelings. After all... He was just an ordinary high school student. There wasn't much he could do, was there?

All he had to do was grit and bear it as Melia went through the same treatment.

Seriously...

This wasn't supposed to happen. This sorta shit wasn't normal. The fuck was up with those purple stars they were being branded with?

Keita stepped forward again, glaring at the foreign soldiers, trying to determine their nationality. He sincerely doubted this was a bomb threat. This felt more like... A foreign invasion?

Keita Suzuhara was next to be examined. The doctor checked his vitals, flashed the penlight in his eyes, and then said something in German to the soldier at the front. "You're free to go to class." The soldier pointed Keita towards the front doors with his gun.

Keita

Wait... What? Huh?

More shocking than the flash of light assaulting his retinas was the news that he was free to go to class. That his freedoms were still maintained. That he wasn't being detained like his two friends were.

"W-wait what the fuck?"

Keita took a step forward, barely holding back his rage.

"What are you doin' to my friends huh? Why can't they come back to class? Don't we have a right to know?"

"No." The soldier answered simply- gruffly. "Get inside." He was only barking orders at Keita for now, but if he tested his patience, it looked like he'd resort to manhandling him at any moment.

Keita   He attempted to take a swing at the man, not seeming to care that this would probably provoke him getting man handled back into class. Or probably hit harder in retaliation.

The soldier ducked out of the way of Keita's swing and returned by jamming the butt of his gun into his back, sending him toppling down into the entranceway. "Next."

Keita "Guh..." He fell to the floor, stunned for a few seconds as he shook on the floor. After a few moments he finally stood to the floor, body drenched in sweat as he walked over to the classroom door, swinging it open as he walked in, sitting down at his assigned seat.

After that, class proceeded as normal, even though only about 1/4 of the students were present. Their homeroom teacher walked in to a bombardment of questions but, with a gaunt expression, raised his hand and dismissed all of them before beginning his lecture. It was like it was a usual day. The seats next to Keita were empty. Angie and Melia never returned.

Keita He waited in class, his leg jittering with agitation. Why were so many of them carried off. What the fuck? Why were so many people ferried away? Why wasn't he? What the hell was going on. He decided he was going to sneak into the gymnasium later.

The hallways Keita ran down were unnaturally empty. The path to the gym seemed twice as long as it ever had before, but he didn't run into a single person on the way there. The posters on the walls advertising school pride and student clubs slowly turned to drawings of Germany and stylized pictures of a political leader at a podium, a man with short, cropped dark hair and piercing red eyes. Next to him were plastered-on stickers of crooked crosses.

The Lord Will Return to Save the Righteous! Was written on a poster in red. The politician's face was smeared out and replaced with an upside-down crucifix.

The First Rapture is Upon Us! The hallways were getting longer and longer.

The World Will be Cleansed of Evil! An illustrated throng of people rejoiced, bowing at a stage with tears of joy streaming down their faces.

Purge the undesirables! The politician reached towards the sky, grasping something invisible. A red smear of paint crossing the poster onto the plaster walls drew a thorny spear.

SAVE US WORTHY FEW! ANSWER OUR PRAYERS AND GRANT US ABSOLUTION!

The final poster was a portrait. A man sat on the throne of Heaven, illuminated by rays of light shining onto his form.

REINHARD HEYDRICH, THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST!

---

Keita tumbled out of the narrow hallway into a crossroads, a large, square room at the intersection of four paths. To his left stood the double doors that led into the school gymnasium. In front of them, four guards were stationed, each wearing the same military uniforms as the soldiers he'd met outside and armed just as heavily, only that these guards were wearing gas masks. Before he could get any further-

Ragna   Ragna Adachi, dressed in her uniform, held out a hand to stop Keita from going any further. She glared at the soldiers in front of the gym with a severe expression that Keita had never seen on her face before.

"Stay here. Let me handle it. I won't... let this happen." She promised through gritted teeth, radiating hatred. Around her right fist clenched at her side, energy swirled, forming into metal spikes around her knuckles.

Keita He felt his head begin to swirl. It felt like he was in hell. Who was this man. He was the second comming? Who were these men? Germans? Was the country being taken over by these people? Was Keita going to be subjected to their rule for the rest of his life?

HE felt sick. Sick by the hallways and sick of the man whose face was on the poster.

He had an instinctive urge to just punch him in his face over and over until it caved in... He felt that he would get a bullet in the brain if he shared that sentiment out loud though.

Just as he was lost in confusion, that old lady Ragna showed up, summoning some weird fist in her hand.

"H-hey Ragna, what the hell is going on? Just explain it to me already alright? The hell's going on with me being left in the loop? The hell is that on your fist?"

Ragna   "I'm going to stop this. I can't waste any more time." Ragna burst out into the open, arguing fiercely with the soldiers at front. When that didn't work, one of the soldiers standing guard raised his gun at her, but she hit it out of his hands with an upper-cut and sent him to the ground. As she raised her fist to knock out the second soldier in front of the gymnasium doors before he could ready his weapon-

Bam.

The sound of a gunshot fired from behind Ragna, and she fell face-first to the ground, a bullet-hole opened in the back of her head. The soldier behind her started exchanging words with his comrades in German as blood pooled underneath her head.

Keita

He looked down at Ragna's corpse before him, some of her blood getting on his cheek. Anger. Anger. Anger.

He was angry. A full torrent of emotion rushed through him as he felt his right arm burning. Bleeding. Bleeding... It was full on bleeding now...

What were they going to do with them? What was going to happen to angie and Melia?

Keita walked over towards Ragna, felling to his knees as his own blood pooled with hers.

The guards ignored Keita on the ground and kept communicating with each other in German. After a minute or so, one slung a chain through the door handles opening into the gym, fixing it in place with a heavy padlock, and another pulled a walkie-talkie out of his bag, turned it on, and said something else in German over the comms channel before replacing it in his pocket.

Keita suzuhara Cold... He felt cold at the end of all of this. As if his brain were starting to fall apart. Starting to unravel. He didn't know how to feel. Everything was swirling around him.

Melia and Angie were taken. Ragna was dead. Steadily he stood to his feet, his body swaying as he turned around- And ran out of the school.

Somewhere. He wanted to find somewhere that was normal. Find something familiar. Find something comforting.

Find some kind of power...

Run run run. There had to be some escape from this world. There had to, right!?

"Ugh... that's no good, Keita."

"You were close to a proper ending for this sequence, but because you ran away... this will have to happen instead."

After that, Keita's life continued on as normal. He went to school every day. He returned to the orphanage, where Kurumi was waiting for him. When she asked why Angie and Melia weren't with him, he couldn't give any good explanation. He'd already run away, so he had no closure, only a painful feeling in his gut that he tried to ignore. He told himself that everyone was fine, that they'd come back soon.

Eventually, Kurumi went away, too. Keita never found out what happened to her. The number of people in the orphanage thinned day by day until he was finally left alone. The slow drip of purposelessness wore down his spirit gradually until he could no longer tell himself apart from the ghosts walking beside him on the empty path to school.

"...I guess that works, too. If you just run away, instead of a dramatic ending, you'll get a slow, sad... depressing one. An ending that wears you thin with time and purposelessness. Well, there's only so much you can do with that, so that's it for this scene."

"Next, we'll talk about your lover. At least, I think she is... anyway."

[day-nightmaring]

also adressing the german ads being weird: I CAN TOTALLY AGREE

OMG, WE(COUSIN AND ME) WERE WATCHING KIDS CARTOONS AND THEN THE AD BREAK CAME AND SUDDENLY THERE WERE NAKED WOMEN ON THE TV I'M CRYING WHY ARE OUR ADS LIKE THIS(okay maybe it's because it's like midnight and kids shouldn't be awake at that time so that might explain that)

oh, there are also these weird ads with a strange white pulver you put in your drink and it's supposed to make you thin in few months????

GERMAN ADS SURE ARE SOMETHING, HUH.

why the tv advertising a knife sharpener for 40euros

[edgepunk]

The Witcher Netflix Rant from your local frustrated Slav I cannot tell you how tired and frustrated I am by TWN and its treatment of Slavic people. An actual Polish man has pitched the show to Netflix, multiple other producers of Slavic descent have been alienated and felt like they didn't belong there because of how they have been treated, then ultimately left the production that has been handed over to a literal Karen that doesn't give a shit about it. The show has removed every instance of Slavic(mainly Polish)/other European (Germanic, Nordic) influences, cultural significance and turned it into an uninspired, boring, muddy fantasy. Hell, I have tons of criticisms about the games, but at least they kept the Central-Eastern European influences and, despite TW being a dark fantasy, weren't scared to make the games look bright and colorful. You'd think that Girlboss Lauren and her posse would put some effort into representing the cultural influences since the games pretty much got the series popular with the blend of different Central-Eastern European (mainly Polish, obviously) cultures and the usage of Slavic folk music thanks to Percival. A lot of the themes in the books draw from Poland's history, which also have been lost in the show (here is a post that's written by an actual Polish person and explains it better than I could since I'm not actually Polish, ya know). All of that has been lost, both the writing and aesthetics lack the cultural and historical significance that has influenced the world of The Witcher, because the showrunners are a bunch of Brits and USAmericans who aren't willing to put any effort into trying to understand the history and culture. They just want to make the next GoT, which,, huh? GoT ended up like it did, but to give them some credit, in the beginning the writers mostly stuck to the books instead of making a badly written Wattpad fanfiction from the get-go.

And it's possible for a western person to try to understand the circumstances, look at Craig Mazin, the man who directed HBO Chernobyl. Of course it's dramatized, of course they added some things that didn't actually happen and a few things were inconsistent. But you can clearly see in the production of the show that they put a lot of effort and interviewed people from Ukraine. Not sure if it's true, but I've seen somewhere (or was it a podcast?) that they gave the scripts to some Ukrainian people who were alive during the Soviet Union and asked them to correct the dialogues to make them sound more authentic, closer to how people adressed each other during the USSR (and how Eastern Slavs adress each other since it's a little different than western people do, including us Western Slavs, here is a nifty post explaining it if you're interested).

Can't speak for all Slavs, but the overall reaction has been positive from the people I talked to and my older family member. Note that a lot of "older" people here have been born pre '89 (that's when the USSR fell apart, the disaster happened in April '86), so the majority of them lived through the disaster. The biggest criticism people had that they turned Dyatlov into too much of a villain. when in reality he was way calmer during the night the disaster happened. Not to mention Mazin had it more difficult since he was adapting a story from real life that affected thousands upon thousands people. Mazin is a westener, he could've just shrugged it off and said "eh who cares about these filthy Eastern Euro people" but he and his team went out of their way to actually approach the victims, read several books written by people who actually lived through the disaster, that affected them and their families to make the story more authentic and respectful. Now, why can't Miss Lauren and her posse do it with a fantasy setting? Because they don't care. The only instance of "Slavic influence" (using that term very loosely) in the show is during the Striga episode when they mention a "vukodlak" which literally translates to "werewolf" so like,,, eh. It's still a werewolf, just a different version. I'm sure the writers were patting themselves on the back for including that word they found on the werewolf Wiki page. It would've been so nice to see a Slavic piece of media make it to Hollywood, but you see how that ended up. We barely get any recognition and if there is a Slavic character in a western production they're always: an assassin, gopnik, Seksi Female Spy that falls in love with the American, thief, mob boss, and I could go on. They never get the language right, because all Slavs speak botched Russian, right? All of us are named Anton, Ivan, Nikita, Natasha or Svetlana. And there are other mythical creatures besides Baba Yaga which Hollywood can't get right either. And it bleeds into the fandom too, all the modern AUs take place in the US or the UK. When other Slavic people criticize the show for its westernization they are told by westerners to shup up or they're "haters" (I do actually hate the show and the corpo bullshit Netflix is trying to pull here so,,, you can come at me all you want lol) tl;dr: The Witcher was the perfect opportunity for Slavs to have something positive in Hollywood, but it got doomed the moment it was handed to an USAmerican woman who doesn't understand the cultural influences and has zero interest in doing proper research. I probably would've forgiven her and her team if they actually tried, but they didn't. But seeing how other cultures that aren't USAmerican are being treated in movies and TV shows it shouldn't surprise me. Also I feel like I have to clarify - this has nothing to do with the actors, this is purely on the writers, the background and costume designers that put zero effort into researching the different cultures (not just Slavic, but I am Slavic so I wrote this from my perspective) that influenced The Witcher universe.

[dragodina]

Ten Characters, Ten Fandoms, Ten Tags

Big thanks to @chrisoels & @fallingforfandoms for the tag 😊.

I'm still having fun with the Writing Ask game (so if anyone wants to ask something please feel free to 😊) but happy to put this one in as well 🙂.

I have to admit though, I did have some struggles to come up with 10 characters/fandoms. I might still not be 100 % satisfied with my choices here 🙈.

And then I noticed I only choose 10 female characters, wooopsi?? 🤭😅🙈

In some fandoms, I will add a couple just because I can and I love them so much 😊.

1. Julia Grosz / Tatort Hamburg

I need to start with the one character that got me back into writing that I have not done for so many years in the first place. And even had the courage to post it online and share it. Julia Grosz, absolutely brilliantly portrayed by phenomenal Franziska Weisz 🥰. Strong, smart, beautiful, funny in her own way, troubled by her past, but not broken, found a friend to trust in again with her partner and finding her way back into life. So maybe "Last Chance" is a bit of a tribute to her character.

Fandom couple: Julia Grosz & Tine Geissler (Tinia) ❤️

2. Sofia Curtis / CSI

A very close number two, because her character was possible the first tv crush of mine. And, like with Tatort, we just never really got to see much of her personal life. A character so sadly wasted beyond what could have been shown. But that seems to be the story of my life really in terms of favourite tv or movie characters.

3. Claire Redfield / Resident Evil

Okay so I'm not really a gamer and I know the Anderson Resident Evil movies were, huh, crap. Crappy crap. But I will out myself here: In some crazy way, I did like them. At least the first one and the ones that Claire Redfield was in. A true leader that was not born into this role but took it upon herself and because of exactly that, became the strong leader the last remaining humans needed in the apocalypse. To me, Ali Larter will be the one and only Claire Redfield for me, I just can't help it. What the movies completely missed though, was to make Claire and Alice Abernathy the absolute canon power couple in their movies 😎😏. AND THAT was their biggest mistake in my eyes. I liked their friendship, but I would have loved to see them as a couple much more. And I'm sure I'm not the only one 😎.

Fandom couple: Claire Redfield & Alice Abernathy ❤️

4. Sansa Stark / Game of Thrones

The little girl that was so annoying at the beginning, went through so much horror in her life, but never let herself break under these circumstances and rose to become one of the strong-minded and powerful woman in Westeros without a dragon at her side. The true Queen of the North ❣️

5. Rika Nonaka/ Digimon Tamers

Okay so I was a kid, I loved that anime (even more than Pokemon) and even then I already might had a crush on a (fictional) girl character ... 🤭😊😅

6. Tasha Dexter / V.I.P.

I just seem to have a soft spot for tough women with a soft heart that they are not showing, at least not at first sight. I really loved her character and enjoyed her bickering with Valery Irons and the rest of her colleagues. That show was pure comedy gold and had some very nice action.

7. Franziska "Franzi" Jung / Notruf Hafenkante

I just really like that German crime show since the beginning in 2007 😱. Gosh, I'm getting old ... 😅 A very lovely character I just enjoy watching. And it also plays in Hamburg. Huh, that screams after a fanfiction crossover with Tatort Hamburg ... 😏🙈😅

8. Lexa / The 100

A bittersweet one. Lexa was such a powerful conflicted yet loving character. Back in the good seasons, before it went to hell after episode 3x07. I knew what was coming but it still hurt me, even made me angry, big times. The 100 could have been special, could have been so much more. But what they did was to destroy my belief in tv shows, my interest in those. My fun to get invested into any show, or movie or characters for years. Until I saw Tatort and the character Julia Grosz again.

Fandom couple: Lexa & Clarke (Clexa)

9. Dani Ferrington / The Fall

If you want a colleague loyal at your side I would choose her. Compassionate, down to earth, heart at the right place and yes, having a lady crush on the leading woman. Honestly, I can't imagine anyone not liking Dani Ferrington.

10. Sara Lance / Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow

A true ninja girl and that really picked my interest. She has those insane fight scenes that I just love.

Fandom couple: Nysssa al Ghul & Sara Lance (Nyssara)

And another character that I would like to add just because I would have liked to see more of her but another character that was sacked way too soon and for eeally Bad reasons I get furios over still yet: Leslie Shay / Chicago Fire. Would have liked the idea of her and her colleague Allison Rafferty to become a couple but another one of those wasted tv chances.

I don't really know enough people here on Tumblr and have much followers to tag ten 😅🤣🙈 .

So no real tagging anyone in particular but as always, if someone wants to share I’m always happy to read about other writers or readers interests or thoughts ❤️.

Are you interested? @except4bunnies @disappointingsalad @karin-in-action @caromitpunkt @frauv @krejong

Otherwise I wish you all a lovely evening and a wonderful start to the new week ❣️

[irondad-creator-awards]

Winner Spotlight - Jen27ny

Today’s Winner Spotlight is Jen27ny who wrote the wonderful Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face. 

How did you get into Irondad? Honestly, I’m not sure. I wasn’t even a big Marvel fan until, like, a few weeks before Endgame got released. Sure, I watched the movies, even bullied some of my friends to go to the cinema with me to see one, and I had a discussion with my brother about Civil War, but it was more like… watching something that’s playing on TV because you kinda like it and there are no better alternatives. I think I might have stumbled over Irondad (fun fact: before Irondad, I wasn’t aware that there are fandoms that don’t focus on romantic relationships, which was quite a revelation for me) because of Tumblr and then I fell down that rabbit hole – I’m sure you’re familiar with what I’m talking about. Anyway, I got obsessed. Found out my former colleague was into Marvel, too. Went to watch Endgame with her. Got my fucking heart broken. And then I projected all those emotions onto fictional characters like any (in)sane person would do.

 What’s your favourite Irondad scene? Probably the Infinity War scene when Peter reveals that he, in fact, did not go back to Earth but is on the spaceship with Tony. The chaotic energy is just perfect; from the talking over each other to Peter suggesting to throw the alien out into space with a pop culture reference and Tony being Done.

 When did you start writing and what made you sit down and write that first story? If we’re talking about writing in general, then I didn’t even wait until I could write on my own but had my mum write down the stories I told her. I started writing fanfiction pretty much exactly 13 years ago, but for a different fandom. Writing my first Irondad (and Marvel) fic was a kneejerk reaction to watching Endgame. I had been playing around with the idea for a while, but I was too shy to really dive into a new fandom. Endgame gave me that kick I needed.

 What do you like about writing most? Probably that it is a way to transfer something that has only existed in my head into the real world. And being able to make people rage-scream at me because of a plot twist or cliffhanger.

 Which of your stories is your favourite and why? Ohana, which I poured my soul and heart into. I got the idea for the story shortly after I finished Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face, and immediately felt this need to make it this manipulative narrative with subtle hints of what was going on that only the reader would understand, not the protagonist. And since it’s a HYDRA!Peter fic, I also wanted to take advantage of my German background and use it to turn it into something a little different. I didn’t get around to start writing it for months because I was a bit intimidated by what I wanted it to be and whether I could pull it off or not, and I think part of why I got around to work on it was because I signed up for the big bang and was on a schedule that put me under pressure to finish it. I spent months going over it and editing the smallest details, but I love how it turned out.

 What’s your favourite trope to write? Found Family with all of them being little shits, but ultimately, they would die for each other; wouldn’t share their food, though, they can get their own tacos. (also great if they start off as an actual, estranged family and slowly work their way into trusting and caring for each other) (still unwilling to share their stuff, though) (but that moment when they do actually share their stuff because one of them is hurt? And they hide all the emotions behind sarcasm and jokes and snark?) (perfection)

What inspired the story Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face? No clue. Even now that I think back, I can’t even say how that idea got into my head. I think I saw a GIF of Happy in the beginning of IM3 when they were celebrating New Years, and my brain was doing the math and suddenly went “huh, that would mean that Happy already knew Tony when Peter was born…. WAIT A MINUTE!”. It’s quite an anticlimactic story.

 Can you tell us a little about the experience of writing it — did anything stand out or was there a particular person that helped more than others? Well, I have to give a shout-out to everyone who commented on that first chapter, asking for more, because I honestly had no intention of writing more than that one chapter, let alone turn it into a series. When I wrote it, I only had the first chapter planned out, nothing else, it was meant to be a giant FUCK YOU to Endgame, something to let my emotions reign free, and then I planned on it getting lost in the fic void and ultimately forgetting about it. It’s sav=fe to say that didn’t happen. So, I came up with more. And before I knew it, it turned into a series.

 How did you feel to be a winner of the Awards last year? I felt very, very honoured. Rationally, I knew people liked that fic, I saw it through the kudos and the comments and all that. But there is a difference between seeing numbers and people going out of their way to nominate a fic and then so many people actually voting for it that I win. It felt crazy. Like, I was 70% sure it was a prank. So, once again: thank you so, so much to everyone who voted for my story! I really appreciate it and I’m still floored by it!

Thank you so much for talking to us @jen27ny.

Art by @monireh89​ and @superherotiger​

[ryttu3k]

His Dark Materials season 3! Apparently the UK side is doing... some kinda tomfoolery (the US is doing two episodes a week for four weeks, Australia is following suit a few hours later, but the UK is releasing the entire season at once on the 18th on BBC iPlayer, including the entire half-season that hasn't aired anywhere else yet?), so should be interesting. I'll be using the tag 'hdm spoilers' for everything.

(But seriously, such a weird distribution method. Why not just release the first four, then 5-6 and 7-8 concurrently with the US/Aus broadcast?)

Anyway. Thoughts on His Dark Materials 3.01 and 3.02, The Enchanted Sleeper and The Break! Will mention later-season stuff, so spoilers!

It felt... a little underwhelming? Like it wasn't bad by any means, just kind of... okay, here's some stuff that's happening. Was lower on the Holy Shit Quotient than other episodes have been. On the other hand, the later episodes will be upping the Holy Shit Quotient exponentially, so that helps!

Mrs Coulter was fascinating to watch. There's that manipulation there, but also like? The apparent genuine love and concern for Lyra? The scenes with Will felt so tense, both of them loving Lyra but in completely different ways, the combination of hinting at a way for Will to save Lyra to instantly dismissing him when he was no longer useful. I was genuinely cringing when she was talking about Will's Mum, leading to the knife breaking. And in doing so, she damned herself, because the only reason she wanted Will close by was for the knife in the first place! Good job, Mrs Coulter, you played yourself!

Iorek is back! And being badass! On the other hand, was not a fan of how the scene with Will played out, it just... felt rushed. And they just left a chopped-in-half sky iron helmet sitting there, apparently? Like damn at least pick it up to reforge it. I would have liked to get more context on why the Panserbjorn were moving, too, although we may get that exposition in the next episode. On the other hand, moving the action to some random island in the German Sea instead of Literally The Himalayas might lessen that story element, because why would they move south if not to go somewhere where they still have snow and ice?

I don't know. TV adaptations and all.

Also unsure about the angels. They felt... quite abrupt? Like why would the audience care that Baruch died, we've barely got to know him. Balthamos' departure felt extremely abrupt, too. Also wow, Asriel and his angel torture chamber was. Rough.

(Also re: the torture chamber, I totally heard that as 'adamantium' and laughed because.  You know the material Wolverine (and his li'l clone Laura, played by Dafne Keen) has as claws? Thanks, Professor X :) Kind of up there with Pan taking a wolverine form last season (which still fits due to his preexisting preference for mustelid forms!).)

Didn't mind the newer scenes with Ogunwe, it helped flesh out the whole concept of Asriel recruiting across the worlds by actually showing what that involves. I do like that Asriel's worked out how to cross worlds without having to murder small children, that helps :| The Intention Craft looked pretty cool too. Mary popping by just to see what happened was interesting, although I'm still ridiculously impatient to get to the Mulefa, so. Come on, guys!

Back to Ogunwe, lmao Asriel's expression watching him with his daughter. "Oh. Huh. Loving father-daughter relationship. Didn't know that was a thing that was a thing that could happen. Hmm. I wonder if I'll learn anything from this?"

Interesting take on the Gallivespians, although I miss the dragonflies. There were some interesting parts where Salmakia in particular looked like she had slightly inhuman proportions, not sure if it was clever filming angles or CGI?

Land of the Dead looks proper creepy. Felt so... well... dead. I did miss how they handled it in the book, though, with how abruptly those scenes cut in and out, which was something they could do on TV, so it’s not even an adaptation issue. Pan's comment after Lyra's dream, though, about not being able to follow her... oh god gonna be a mess during that scene.

One thing I really enjoyed - daemons representing inner turmoil. We didn't get to see as much with Lyra and Pan since she spent most of the episodes unconscious, but there were some really neat scenes with Mrs Coulter and the Golden Monkey (like watching Lyra escape before finally electing to alert Mrs Coulter), and Asriel and Stelmaria (where she's basically going, "Excuse me, Lyra and Pan are my kid/s too, you know you care about them, you ass!").

You go Mrs Coulter you fuck up that creepy Father Gomez! Because holy shit, creepy as hell. There’s a comment on the subreddit saying how if the spider wasn’t his daemon, he’d probably be pulling its legs off, and yeah, accurate. Also Will's stunned expression after shooting the soldier threatening Ama, the poor kiddo.

A minor note of silliness - since Australia is drawing from HBO, we're also getting their built-in subtitles, and they described Mrs Coulter and Ama as using ASL. The credits confirm that, no, that's BSL. That's a whole other language. HBO, it's okay to let American viewers know that other languages exist, it really is XD

Also, Pan hiding in Will's jacket. My heart.

[football-and-fanfics]

High five - Kepa Arrizabalaga

Who: Kepa Arrizabalaga, Thomas Tuchel Request: Ooh please do write something based on that gif of kepa and tuchel! It was such a sweet moment 😍 Requested by: anonymous The gif mentioned in the request is this one, the imagine is based on that (and a little on the one below as well 😇). Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it.

When Edouard picked up a slight injury in training during the week, Kepa knew he would be starting their match this weekend. Against Tottenham, nonetheless. Kepa was ready for it, he knew that. Mentally he was strong as ever again, and his penalty shootout heroics during the Super Cup had favored that even more. There was a hunger to prove himself, not only as a penalty-stopper, but as reliable in-game keeper again, too. When Kepa stepped out onto the pitch for the match, he was met with cheers from the crowd. Over the last year he had become so accustomed of being welcomed by boos and whistling from the fans, that this warm greeting took him by surprise. "That's for you." Tuchel saw the hesitance in Kepa's step. "You think?" Kepa did not want to believe it. Tuchel flashed him an encouraging smile. "I'm sure of it." Chelsea won the match 3-0. It was an exciting match, with lots of scoring chances for both teams. But where Chelsea managed to net three goals, Kepa was able to keep each and every attempt from Tottenham out of his goal. With each save he made, Kepa's confidence grew to new levels. By the end of the match there was a lion in his chest, trying to get out and roar for the world to know that Kepa was back! There was a delightful spring in his step when Kepa walked back over the pitch after the match had ended. Tuchel was coming straight for him, a big smile on the German's face, and Kepa knew that was all directed at him. "That was amazing!" Tuchel laughed, raising his hands for a jovial high five. Kepa smiled broadly, answering the high five enthusiastically, his gloved hands oversizing his coach's. Tuchel fluently followed the high five up by pulling Kepa into a tight bear hug. "I bet that felt amazing, too, huh?" The German said close to Kepa's ear, meant only for the goalkeeper to hear and stay out of earshot of the prying tv cameras. Kepa smiled a little shyly. "Yes, it does." "Good." Tuchel gave him a merry pat on the back. "Thanks for believing in me." Kepa flushed a bit red in the face, but meant every word of what he had just said. "No, no, don't thank me." Tuchel offered a friendly smile. "You fought and worked very hard for this, and you deserve all the praise coming your way." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @prettystones

[staticscreenwriting]

LOVE LIKE THE MOVIES // BUCKY BARNES // 3

THREE - Little Shop Of Horrors

Masterlist

Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

Bucky vividly remembers being about 10 years old and sitting on the living room floor watching his father assemble a heavy cabinet made from dark, massive wood. It had intricate gold ornaments along the sides and around the edges and even at that young age, he knew that it must’ve been expensive.

He likes thinking back to that memory, mostly because it’s one of the few that he can still tightly hold onto and recount the exact way he’s felt then, and partly because it’s so seemingly insignificant. It’s nice to know that some of the memories he regained after having his mind wiped clean, are tiny unimportant ones. It’s not just the big moments and grand gestures that make life worth living. Sometimes it’s the little things, the small details you look back on and fondly remember with a smile on your face.

Looking at the furniture before him, Bucky can’t imagine what his mother would think of these cabinets. Everything is white or beige or grey and there’s a lot of shiny black fronts and glass doors. The place is huge, so huge they have to tape arrows on the floor so people don’t get lost, and it smells of artificial vanilla and sawdust.

It’s not like he hates the furniture here, it’s just a lot and quite honestly, he’s not sure what really matches his personal style. Hell, he hasn’t had a personal style since before he went to fight in the war.

“ Ooooh, this one is very you! “ (Y/N) exclaims as she lets herself fall onto a fluffy brown 2-seat sofa.

If it wasn’t for her, Bucky wouldn’t be here. Not only because he wants her to come around more often and actually be able to sit on a couch, but also because she was literally the one driving them both here.

“Watcha doin? “

That was the text that started it, and before he knew she had pulled up to his apartment building, arm hanging from her open car window, and yelled “Get in loser, we’re going furniture shopping! “

Bucky assumes that is another movie reference though he doesn’t dare ask her about it.

“Nope, that’s a two-seater. Too small. I want to be able to sleep on it. “

“ Or, and hear me out on this one, you could get a new bed to sleep in. “

He doesn’t have any reply to that. It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep in his bed, it’s just — it’s too soft. It’s too comfortable. It makes it easy to fall asleep and dream. And it’s never pleasant dreams. It’s nightmares. It’s faces that haunt him. Innocent faces. Eyes filled with terror. Fear. Fear of him. It’s nightmares. It’s memories.

When he doesn’t answer, (Y/N) pulls herself back up from the sofa and wanders on “or we’ll just have to find a bigger couch, that’s fine too. “

And at that moment he’s entirely grateful that she doesn’t push him any further.

They wander around the store for a while longer, slalom in between sofas and recliners, swerve in and out of mock-up rooms, all the while (Y/N) keeps throwing puns at him incorporating the Swedish names of the furniture.

Hanging out with her kind of reminds him of the times he hung out with Steve when both of them were so much younger. Of course, it’s nothing alike. He’s not even close to the person he was then, the boy he was then. The thing is, back then everything was easy and light. Being here with her and listening to her horrible puns, that’s easy too. For right now, he doesn’t even notice the weight that’s constantly resting on his heart or the perpetual shadow that seems to rest above him. This is easy and it feels so nice.

They step into yet another room, this one painted a dark forest green. Against the wall, there’s a dark wooden cabinet holding books and a fake tv and in the middle is a corner sofa made from dark brown leather. It’s big enough to fit both him and (Y/N) and maybe even Lady if she’s okay with cuddling up a little to either of them.

“ I like that one,” Bucky says and lets himself plop down on the couch. It’s comfortable but not too soft. It’s just right. Is this what Goldilocks felt like?

(Y/N) sits down next to him, rests her feet on top of the couch table and for a second it’s just them and the black screen of the fake tv and the intercom system calling out for little Kyle to be picked up at the Småland play area.

“ Honey, “ (Y/N) speaks up after a moment, “ I think the tv is broken? “ her voice ringing through the mock-up in a thick Transatlantic accent, making her sound like the women in the movies he grew up with.

“ Huh. Ain’t that something ?”

“ Well didn’t you fix it like I told you? “

“ Guess I must’ve forgotten,” Bucky plays along, trying to suppress the smirk pulling the corner of his lips upwards.

“ Ugh, remind me again why I married you? “

Bucky shrugs his shoulders casually “ my good looks? “

“ Oh, don’t flatter yourself. It’s very unbecoming. Good thing is — “ she announces as jumps up, pulling Bucky up with her and right over into the next mock-up living room. “ We have another tv.”

As Kyle’s parents are called out again, (Y/N) and Bucky tumble from one room into the next. From kitchen to bathroom to fake little balcony. All setting the stage for another chapter from their made-up marriage. Scenes from a movie never made, a book never written. A beautiful kaleidoscope of could-be and never-was. A nice fantasy to get lost in.

If this was a rom-com, (Y/N) thinks, this would be the falling in love montage. Some killer indie track would play in the background and it would be featured in at least one Buzzfeed article about romantic gestures.

But it’s not a movie, it’s real life and she isn’t the romantic lead and Bucky is — well he would make a great leading man now that she thinks about it.

They make their way back to the green living room with the brown couch and the ‘broken’ tv and fall back against the leather, laughter shaking their bodies, tears of joy stinging at the corners of their eyes. As she catches her breath, (Y/N) taps Bucky softly on the right shoulder and drops her voice to a whisper.

“Honey,” she says “I don’t know how to tell you this but uh — there’s a family on our balcony.”

Bucky’s eyes follow her outstretched hand and sure enough on the adjacent fake balcony is a family of 4 staring back at them. And just like that, they fall back into a beautiful harmony of laughter.

“So explain to me again what this movie is about?” Bucky asks as (Y/N) takes another sip from her coke can.

“Dude buys a plant, it starts eating people.”

“And this is gonna show me what women want these days?”

A joyful chuckle falls from (Y/N)’s lips. “I mean … there is a love story and a moral about how far you’re willing to go for the people you love even if it might be morally questionable, but maybe — maybe we should consider this one the Halloween special.”

Bucky shrugs his shoulder as if to say “okay fine with me” and leans back against the car seat. The massive screen of the drive-in is currently playing some kind of ice cream commercial that has (Y/N) softly humming along to the jingle.

This trip wasn’t planned, in fact, they’d been on their way back home when a billboard at the side of the road caught (Y/N)’s attention and put a huge grin on her face, so wide it could’ve split her face in two.

That’s how he ended up parked neatly in a row of cars, Coca-Cola in hand, popcorn resting in between him and (Y/N) waiting for the commercials to end and the movie to begin.

“You’re gonna love this one,” she’s told him beforehand. He’s a little skeptical about it but he’s not gonna tell her. Bucky is just so appreciative of the fact that she bothers trying to introduce him to these things. They might not end up being for him but it’s a good feeling to have someone care this much. Someone who hasn’t been with him through all the shit. Someone who doesn’t feel responsible because they pity him. Someone who doesn’t owe it to Steve to look after Bucky…

“So … I still have some homework to do.” He chimes in thinking back to their conversation on his living room floor.

“Homework that involves me?”

“Mmh. Doc thinks I should learn some more things about you. Apparently, it’s not enough to know that you’re crazy about movies and talk a lot.”

“I do talk a lot.” (Y/N) agrees and pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you. What you want to know?”

“Anything.”

Since coming back from oblivion, Bucky hasn’t really made an effort to get to know anyone. Growing closer to people only means there’s more for you to lose. More people you can potentially hurt. He doesn’t usually learn new things about people because he doesn’t ask. Because he doesn’t want to know. It’s a lonely life but it’s safe. It’s comfortable.

But this is different. He’s in too deep now to stop. And yeah, maybe this is his homework. Maybe he asks because his therapist told him too but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. He wants to know about (Y/N). Even the little things. The insignificant details.

“Well as I said before, I’ve studied literature and creative writing. I want to be an author. That’s uh — that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be. The thing is it’s very hard to actually get people to give your writing a chance. Especially now. The world is in such a weird limbo after everyone came back. There’s no room for my art right now. So I work as a waitress to make ends meet. “

“What would you write about?” Bucky asks and in her eyes, in the surprise that’s so clearly written on her face, he can see that people don’t ask her that all too often.

“I don’t know, life? “

“Love stories?”

She lets out a mix between a scoff and a snort “what do I know about romance? I can tell you all about the love the movies and the songs and the books want to sell us, and don’t get me wrong, I love that. But I don’t think I’ve ever really experienced true and honest romantic love. So how could I ever write about it ?”

For a moment silence falls upon them. It’s neither comfortable nor awkward. It just is. Sometimes that’s enough.

“Look, I might not know a lot about love either, but I do know that dreams are worth holding on to, no matter how out of reach they seem. If it’s something you believe in and that you’re passionate about, it’s worth fighting for it.”

“Huh, didn’t put you for such a motivational speaker. Where’ve you got that from”

“Didn’t think the skinny boy from Brooklyn was ever gonna save a whole bunch of lives and fight in a war. Steve was the walking proof that you can do anything. “

“You miss him, huh?”

People don’t usually ask about Steve. They either don’t care how Bucky feels about the whole situation or they know it’s a tough topic and avoid it altogether. The worst part is he doesn’t even know how to respond. Yes of course he misses Steve, more than anything really, but there’s also a little bit of resentment swinging along. With Steve here by his side, it always felt like there was someone there who understood exactly what Bucky was going through. Someone who also had to figure out how to navigate this new life. But now with Steve gone, he feels so utterly alone.

“Every day.”

“Look I’m not going to ask what happened because quite honestly I’m still trying to grasp the fact that there are aliens and superheroes and wizards — “

“Wizards are not a thing.”

“You sure?”

Bucky lets out a slightly annoyed sigh “Yup. 100%”

“What’s the Strange guy?”

“Sorcerer.”

“That’s not the same?”

“No.”

(Y/N) considers for a moment, eyes screwed up in uncertainty before she shrugs her shoulder “ alright if you say so. Anyway, my point is, I don’t know if you have that many people to talk to and I don’t know if you even want to talk about Steve but if you do … well you can talk to me. I know I talk a lot but I’m also a really good listener. “

There’s no doubt in his mind that she is. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to talk about Steve yet though. Not when his heart is still at war whether or not to be angry. Not when he’s still so uncertain about his own complicated emotions.

“Thanks, I uh — I appreciate it.”

Loud music starts to play and (Y/N)’s head snaps towards the screen just in time for the title card to pop up in big colorful letters as three women shimmy across the street and start singing.

Bucky can’t help but let his gaze travel back towards (Y/N) every once in a while. There’s something about her he can’t quite figure out, but the way her eyes light up as she watches the movie and the smile on her face, it gives him a warm feeling. Like bad things don’t exist for the 90 minutes they sit together and watch a film.

“Sooooo?” (Y/N) asks as she parks the car in front of Bucky’s place. Her eyes still hold a sparkle that’s both mischievous and excited.

“I actually liked this one a little.”

“A little?”

“Look it’s not gonna be my favorite movie but I had fun. But uh — maybe that’s just because I’ve watched it with you.”

(Y/N) grants him a beautiful smile. It’s full of warmth and care and honesty. And he’s glad he told her, even if it makes him vulnerable.

“You telling me I’m a good friend?”

“Guess so.”

“Well, you’re a good friend too, Bucky.”

He hopes she’s right though he has a hard time believing it. He’s never seen himself as the greatest friend. Everything he did for Steve he did because he knew Steve would do the same. It came so naturally from both of them that it never felt like he was doing anything special or exceptional. It was as easy as breathing.

“Do you wanna come up? We could order some food.”

“Oh, I can’t. Gotta pick up Lady from Robin’s place. But as soon as your couch is delivered count me in as the first sleepover guest. “

“Will do. Hey, you think I should name the plant we bought (Y/N) 2?”

“Depends, you wanna feed the neighborhood Dentist to it”

“Maybe.”

They fall into another fit of laughter and even though it’s not that funny, and even though it’s really dumb and silly actually, Bucky enjoys it so much. He can’t remember a day when he laughed this much, felt this light.

“Oh, by the way, I’m throwing a pre-Halloween-party next weekend. If you’re free you should totally drop by.”

“I um — A friend is coming around that weekend.”

“Then bring your friend! The more the merrier, right ?”

Sam is gonna be down, there’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind about it. Sam isn't the problem, he never is. It’s Bucky. Going to a party is terrifying for someone who’s never known anything but the 1940s. This can only end up in disasters.

And yet …

“Okay, I’ll let him know.”

“Cool. Awesome. Just uh — Just text me when you know. Also, there’s no special theme so you can dress up as whatever.”

“I’m not dressing up.”

(Y/N) blows a raspberry against her arm “lame! But whatever, you do you.”

He guesses that means as much as “suit yourself”.

They bid each other goodbye with a hug and a promise from (Y/N) to Bucky to text him once she’s home just so he knows she’s safe.

To her, that’s a gesture so sweet and endearing it sends a jolt through her heart. To him, it’s as natural as breathing. You do what you can to keep those safe that you care about, even if it’s just a simple little text.

“You dressed up!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Man, You’re wearing a costume. I’m looking at you right now. I can see it. You dressed up.”

“These are just my clothes.”

“These are just your clothes? Your normal clothes?”

“Yes.”

“You’re wearing Converse now?”

“ mmh.”

“Your Jeans are cuffed, man. I’ve never seen you cuff your jeans.”

“It’s something I do now.”

Bucky isn’t a very religious person. He doesn’t pray very often. At that moment though, he prays to god and every higher spirit one might choose to believe in, to open up the earth and let it swallow him whole.

“Look,” Sam says and gives Bucks a friendly pat on the back “you don’t gotta be embarrassed by it. I dressed up!”

“Yeah, what even are you, by the way? An exterminator?”

“I — what? No! I’m a ghostbuster.”

“Okay. Whatever that is.”

“Whatev— Bucky, Man you really gotta go with the times a little. I know you’re practically ancient but the Ghostbusters? Catch up!”

“Whatever. I'm not dressing up. Can we go?” Bucky sighs in exasperation, making Sam’s grin grow even bigger. Bucky knows that he’s just playing into his game, that Sam loves riling him up. That doesn’t mean it’s any easier to not let it get to him.

“Alright alright. Hold your horses. I’m ready. Let’s go … Danny Zuko.”

Bucky wants to punch him then but Sam is out the door faster than Bucky can even react, his loud laughter sounding through the hallway.

There are people everywhere. Sitting on the kitchen counter, lounging on the couches, leaning against the wall by the open windows. Everywhere. The apartment is small and with so many people inside, it looks absolutely packed. Like sardines in a tin.

Music echos through the place, a song Bucky faintly recognizes from the radio but can’t name. Sam seems to enjoy it though, his body already swaying along to the tune.

“Hey Buck, where’s your girl?” He asks as both of them let their eyes travel across the room and over the crowd.

“She’s not my girl and I don’t —“

In the middle of the room is a fish tank. It separates the living room area from the dining room and kitchen. Blue and green hues radiate from it as colorful fish circle around and swerve in and out of the plants.

But Bucky hardly noticedsthe fish, as his eyes fall onto the girl at the other side of the tank. The water sends a blue shimmer across her skin but her smile doesn’t lose any of the warmth it always holds. She looks beautiful. She always does but there’s something about her tonight that’s different from all the times he’s seen her before. Something ethereal.

At that moment, Bucky feels a fluttery feeling in his heart, in his bones, in his blood. He knows this feeling, has felt it before, a long time ago. Maybe, he thinks, maybe there could be more than friendship there.

And that thought absolutely terrifies him. Because falling for someone makes you foolish and dumb and vulnerable. And that’s awfully scary.

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Film Theory: There's a Hidden Double Agent in Stalag 13 (Hogan's Heroes)

So! To start off with some context, for those of you that don’t know, “Hogan’s Heroes” was a classic American TV show that ran from 1965 to 1971. It was set in an Allied Prisoner-of-War camp during World War 2 known as “Stalag 13”, deep in the heart of Germany. The plot of the episodes revolve not around the prisoners (lead by Colonel Robert Hogan) attempting to escape, but rather around the prisoners taking advantage of the incredibly incompetent German guards to break out of camp, sabotage Axis operations or help other escaping prisoners from other Stalags, then sneak back into camp before anyone noticed they were gone.

Seems fairly simple, right? You cheer for the Allies, laugh at the Germans, no underlying lore, see you next week, right? Wrong. We get various hints throughout the show that something much bigger than a simple commando operation is being run around Stalag 13. And sure, some of that is blamed on the actual German Underground that’s quite obviously alive and well in the show, but I think there’s more to it than that.

Here’s an example: in the episode “The Missing Klink”, a man named Wagner (one of the Underground’s leaders) has been captured by the Gestapo and imprisoned in Stalag 13. Now, due to their desire to avoid unnecessary attention, Colonel Hogan and the rest of the Underground are forced to arrange for Wagner to either escape or be released in some way unconnected to them. In order to effect this, the Underground plans to capture a soon-to-arrive high-ranking officer named General Burkhalter and offer a prisoner exchange for Wagner.

This is where the first noticeable hint of something larger comes in: General Burkhalter informs the Commandant of Stalag 13 that he expects to be picked up by both the Commandant and his driver. The Commandant, a bumbling man named Colonel Wilhelm Klink, complies, and rides away while being driven by his stool-pigeon Sergeant, Sergeant Schultz. Only, they don’t drive to the correct location. They go to the train station, while General Burkhalter arrives at the airfield.

Now, this would seem like just another goof by the incompetent Klink and Schultz, if it weren’t for one thing: General Burkhalter later states that Colonel Klink knows quite well that he hates traveling by train, and should have picked him up at the airport instead. Odd, isn’t it? Well, it gets odder. Because of Klink’s “bumbling”, on his return trip back to Stalag 13 sans General Burkhalter, he is the one picked up by the Underground in order to offer a prisoner exchange, with the Underground firmly believing he is in fact the General they’re looking for. Crazy, huh?

Naturally, neither the German General nor Gestapo officer is eager to exchange their prisoner for Colonel Klink, and so Colonel Hogan and his men are forced to improvise. They plan to frame Klink as a secret Allied Operative code-named “Nimrod”, and imply that he arranged for his own kidnapping in order to effect Wagner’s release.

Now, Nimrod just so happened to be a real person involved in World War 2: a man named Stefan Rosenberg, alias Stephen Rigby and Stephane Dubillier. A German-born British X-troops super agent on the inside of German High Command. As a matter of fact, one of Hogan’s crew describes Nimrod as, quote, “one of the greatest undercover Allied agents and personally responsible for the defeat of Germany in two major campaigns.” Quite a catch, were the Gestapo to nab him. So our Heroes bait the trap, lay out a few phony encoded messages, and wait.

And, to their credit, the plan works! Burkhalter and the Gestapo both buy into the lie and accept that Klink is “Nimrod”. But, and here’s the kicker, only after discovering a group of “Secret Plans” hidden in the desk of Klink’s secretary. A group of plans that had been placed there by Hogan and his heroes. Or had they?

See, the plans supposedly placed inside the desk were those for a toy-model of the Hindenburg, a pre-war German Zeppelin. Hardly top-secret material. Yet both Burkhalter and the rest of the Germans were fully willing to believe that they were indeed “Top Secret”, and thus that Klink was their man. But why? Surely they would’ve looked at the plans and realized things were not as they appeared to be. There’s no way they could possibly have taken one look at a numbered diagram for a dirigible and assumed they were plans of importance to High Command. So why did they?

Fast forward to the end of the episode, and Klink is swapped for Wagner, Klink’s innocence is proven, and the Germans realize they’ve been had. Show’s over, curtain falls. Except, there’s an epilogue to the episode. One of Hogan’s men attempts to use the plans recovered from the desk to actually construct a model of the Hindenburg, and what does he find? Diagrams for a brand new, top secret model of Messerschmidt fighter plane, and a note. A note that reads: My dear Colonel, clever the way you got Wagner out of that prison camp, kindly be just as clever and get these plans out of this one. Until we meet again. - Nimrod.”

Boom! Mind blown! At some point, Hogan’s fake plans for a top secret project had been swapped with the real ones for the Germans to discover, swapped back for Colonel Hogan to expose them as fakes, and then swapped yet again back to the real deal. But how? And by who?

Our list of possible culprits is quite small. During the time between the Germans’ discovery of the plans and their revelation as fakes, only a few people had knowledge or opportunity to swap them as fakes. Those people include: General Burkhalter, the Gestapo Major Hochstetter, and, of all people, Klink’s driver, Sergeant Schultz.

Klink’s driver that perhaps deliberately drove him to the wrong place, trying to buy time for someone to arrange Wagner’s escape, only to inadvertently mess up Hogan’s plan?

A bit of a stretch, sure. But I have more information on the estimable Sergeant Schultz that continues to paint him in a suspicious light.

In the episode “War Takes a Holiday”, Hogan is yet again tasked with arranging for the release of captured Underground agents; this time four of them, the ringleaders from each major country under occupation. In true wacky fashion, Hogan plans and executes an elaborate plan to convince the Germans that the war is over. The plan involves raiding radio stations, printing fake newspapers, and directing phone calls to fraudulent recipients. While extreme, the plan does work, leading to the release of the prisoners and the comeuppance of the Germans. And seemingly, that’s all there is to the episode. Except for, get this, a few throwaway lines from Sergeant Schultz.

When the Germans are discussing what they’re going to do now that the war is over, Schultz reveals that he plans to go back to a place called the Schatze Toy Company, which the Germans had appropriated for the war effort. Klink then makes the remark that the Schatze Toy Company was the largest toy manufacturer in Germany, and asks Schultz if he thinks his old boss will give him his job back.

Schultz’ reply? “Why not? I’m the boss.”

Schultz, a mere Sergeant in the German Luftwaffe, once owned an entire toy company. What the heck is he doing in such an inferior position? Sure, you could argue that the Germans would wish to keep such an important man well away from enemy action, but at the very least you’d think they would’ve made him an officer, right? Apparently not.

Sergeant Schultz demonstrates in multiple episodes that he is capable of acting in an official role, even once being drafted by Colonel Hogan to pose as Colonel Klink, and again by a Russian agent to pose as Field Marshal Goering. Obviously holdovers from his days as in management. Holdovers that High Command would definitely have seen at some point; unless, say, oh, Sergeant Schultz was deliberately going out of his way to appear incompetent, as he does in the show.

There’s more. Sergeant Schultz repeatedly states that he is a married man with five children, and has difficulty feeding them on a Sergeant’s pay. Yet feed them he does. Supplementary income, perhaps? Like bribery? Not from Hogan, though; Hogan once stated that they only ever bribed Schultz once, in the very first episode. So who else could be doing it?

Maybe Nimrod?

Again, in the episode “The Swing Shift”, a cannon-manufacturing plant is opened near Stalag 13. And guess what? Sergeant Schultz is placed in charge of security. Maybe because he already knows how things are supposed to run in a factory? Or perhaps it’s another assignment from Nimrod, to get information on the plant and its deadly deliveries?

I could go on and on about the hundreds of little tidbits you can find in this show that all point to Schultz being more than he appears, but for the sake of brevity (hah!) I will leave things here. Suffice to say, there is definitely a hidden double agent at Stalag 13, and my money just so happens to be on a certain loveable bumbling sergeant.

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You wanna write for erwin? I have like an idea.... he wanna cuddle with reader but like he cant coz his big ass dog is cuddling with them so erwin tries to move the dog away but the dog just wont move and keeps cuddling with reader. Erwin begs but falls on deaf ears the dog clearly not listening and reader just cackled laughing 😂😂😂

Okay. I love this so much. So very, very much. Also, first (-ish) time writing Erwin, so sorry if he’s a bit ooc or something. - Nemo

I Know

Modern AU! Erwin Smith X Reader

Warning(s): Sadness. Bad days. I self-projected while fulfilling a request?  

Listening to: ‘Mr. Loverman’ by Ricky Montgomery (slowed) - ‘I'm Mr. Loverman, and I miss my lover, man.’

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Purely from the texts you'd sent him at work - Erwin knew today wasn't your day.  Even at the end of his day, he couldn't get home fast enough.

It had been rough for him too. Some people were just real huge asses.

So when he stepped through the front door to your shared place and no one came to greet him - he visibly pouted. He made quick work of getting rid of his shoes and jacket, and dumped his bag on the desk in your office room that was labeled 'his'. Along the way, he saw nada of you, nor your giant of a pet. 

What he did find - or hear - was conversation from the bedroom. Not you talking, no, instead was the recently familiar voices of some actors from a TV Show you'd gotten into. And gotten him into. Admittedly he didn't want to watch it to begin with, but you did so he put up with it. Now he was slightly invested. And slightly hurt to find that you'd been watching it today without him. 

Instead with your dog.

Raphael - or Raphie as he was commonly known as - had probably spent most the afternoon in the position Erwin then found you both in. You, wrapped under the bedspreads, your head poked out and intently watching your laptop; and Raphie, his head tucked under your chin, and body laying snugly beside yours. 

That bastard dog was right where he wanted to be. 

“Is this the new welcome home I’ll get?” 

Your attention snapped up to him, and a soft, lazy smile spread onto your face. The German Shepherd twisted his head around and looked up at him. Other than that, he didn’t move.

“Hey,” you said softly, blinking at him slowly, and shrugged at Raphael. “He wouldn't move. And I don’t really feel like pushing him. You feed him too much.” 

All through your ‘explanation’ Erwin muddled about the room, shedding his work clothes and changing to something that could only be described as ‘hella more relaxed’. And god - didn’t he look damn good in sweatpants. 

“I don’t feed him too much. He eats too much,” Erwin stood at the edge of the bed, watching you and Raphael, “Time to move buddy.”

Raphael did not move.

“Raphie, off.”  

He still did not move. 

Erwin sucked in a breath, turning his focus from the dog to you - of whom was now hiding the lower half of your face under the blankets so he wouldn’t see your giant grin. He gestured to Raphael. 

“Could you, I don’t know, help a little?” You shook your head, rustling the covers. He tutted at you. “You’re enjoying this huh?” You nodded. “Of course you are.” 

Erwin reached around Raphael, scooping him into his arms like some giant fur baby. You could hear him get put somewhere else - probably the couch - and being firmly told to ‘stay’. A moment past. Then a shuffling was heard before a loud ‘thump’, followed by Erwin yelling and the noise of dog paws on the floor.

Raphael bounded into the room a second later, and surprisingly gently jumped back onto the bed and wrapped himself around you - just the same as he was before Erwin ‘took him away’. Erwin soon appeared in the doorway after, hands on his hips, and staring down your companion. He sighed. 

Moving over to the bed once more, he huffed, and gestured to you again.

“I’m not moving him, I can’t!” 

“I know. Honey, I know.” he said, gently pulling back some of the covers, “Just sit forward some, yeah?” he said. 

So you shuffled forwards (just, it wasn’t like Raphael got less heavy) and your boyfriend - your hunky, blond, six-foot something, boyfriend - shimmied his way between you and the rest of the bed. 

You didn’t know why, but as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up so he could rest his head next to yours, you felt like crying. You sought his hand under the covers, and held it tight. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and nuzzled you closer.

Raphael made a noise, pawing at your stomach, and curled around you closer. 

“I’ll forgive him,” Erwin said, his mouth resting close to your temple, ”He’s just doing my job when I can’t.” You sniffed.

“That sure is nice of you.” 

He nudged your head, moving your face around so it was ever-so-close to yours, and smiled. He pressed the most gentle, and caring kiss onto our lips. 

“Today wasn’t our day, huh?” You shook your head.

“I guess not,” you said, then poked a hand out, and petted Raphael's head, taking the time to stroke his ears just how he liked, “But at least he enjoyed himself.” 

Raphael, wriggled around on the bed, getting comfortable with the new arrangement - namely the extra person - and managed to settle again. 

“Tomorrow will be better. I’ll make sure.” Erwin said, carding a hand through your hair.

“For who, us or him?” 

“Both,” he promised, “Day off. We’ll get out of the house. I’ll take us somewhere nice.” Even though Raphael probably didn’t understand what he meant, he obviously knew what the smile on your face meant, and his tail started thumping against the mattress. 

“I love you.” you said softly.

“I know. Honey, I know.”

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Pink Chains

Part Seven.

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment. 

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The ride back into the city was quiet; the only sounds were the crying kitten on your lap and Kyotanis music. No one was saying anything and Kyotani did not have his hand on your thigh, you were staring down at the kitten watching it wobble around on your lap trying to balance itself out. It was a brown cat with a white creamy head and back. Looked to be male, too.

You tucked the kitten closer to you watching it shine under the street lights then go dark then go light again. Kyotani was focusing on driving, his knuckles hurt and he could feel the irritation in his lip where Bokuto punched him. He was so goddamn angry at everything right now; he just wanted to give you a nice day after the shitty morning and day at school you had, he just wanted to see that smile on your face that he loved so much, that happy look that was just for him. He was going to end the night at his house with you in his arms watching whatever movie you wanted…

But everything changed so fast… too fast. He hated himself. What would have happened if he punched you? If he did not see you come between him and Bokuto? How bad would he have hurt you? ...it all hurt him right in his heart…

*

Kyotani pulled up to your apartment and helped you bring the things in from the zoo. You sat down on the ground by Mohas cat hut looking in with the kitten on your lap.

“Mocha.. I .. brought you a friend..” you said, breath shaky.

Kyotani could only watch, he wanted to console you so bad. Tell you its okay now, but he was not sure if he should even go over to you, or say your name.

Mocha emerged from her hut to see you and the kitten, you set the scared animal down and pet Mocha. “His name is Machi, short for Macchiato , hes your new friend okay?”

Mocha sniffed Machi and lightly grabbed at its neck dragging the kitten inside it. You sighed, relieved, Mocha could take it from here.

You got up to see Kyotani sitting at your table with his hands in his hair, elbows on his knees staring at the ground.

“Kyo..”

He didn't move.

Slowly you dropped to your knees again to fit between his legs so you could see him.

“Kyo i wanna go to your house….”

You blinked when his tears hit your face, his lip was fumbling and his nails were digging into his hair. You laid your head on his thigh talking very calmly.

“I enjoyed my day with you so much, ive never seen a lion before. They are so fluffy huh? I bet its fun to brush the males crazy hair. The wolves liked you too huh? Did you notice that?” you rubbed his leg soothingly feeling it twitch under you. “I bet they will remember you, especially the one who stared at you. I really liked the red pandas. I still cant believe you set that up. Just for me. Did you see them flop around? They are such silly creatures.”

Kyotanis left hand fell to weave itself into your hair to hold your head.

“I had a very nice day with you Kyo. What happened does not change that. Promise. You said yourself you wanna talk it out with Bokuto. When you do youll be friends. I know you can do it. Your my Kyo you can do anything.”

Kyotani choked out a heavy breath, it felt like he was holding everything in just to listen and focus on you. He pulled you up to press his forehead against yours. He had a very shaky and nervous voice.

“I-i-i-i… i kno-ow,, Sweetie.”

*

Kyo had indeed brought you to his house and you were very happy to be there, you were curious about this surprise he had mentioned and Kyo refused to say anything more on it.

It was a very nice big house. A fenced in yard with a even bigger garage.

You got out of the car watching the gate close behind you and Kyotani pulled you in for a hug from behind burying his nose in your neck holding you for a minute. Just taking it in, you were so special to him. You were the one for him, he knew it. And he was never letting go.

“Ready sweetie?”

“Yes yes !!!” you turned to give him a kiss and he sighed wiping the blood off your lips.

“Sweetie let me wash up first” he told you, taking your hand and going into home from the garage, the door sliding down on its own sealing the garage up.

“Be quick ab-”

A lot.. Of barking could be heard, a lot..

You hugged Kyotanis arm, squeezing it. “Puppies?!!!”

“Oi quiet down its 9 at night!!! King stop it!!!”

“Is that iwaizumi?” you asked him.

“Yep.” he took you up the stairs and opened the door to his living room.

A large all black german shepherd was barreling towards you barking its head off, it was deafening. Behind him was a yellow Shiba inu trying to bark equally as loud but he was not as big, next was a skinny tan pit bull barking low, his little tail wagging very fast.

“ BABIES!!!!” instantly you dropped down and the dogs tackled you with kisses and wagging tails. Your laughing was music to Kyotanis ears, god it helped so much.

Kyotani stepped over his dogs to go see Iwaizumi who was holding a white pomeranian. He pet it and instantly Iwaizumi could tell his friend had gotten in a fight. He did not say anything, just gave his rough looking friend a look. Kyotani shook his head looking back at you, you were standing now and petting all the dogs with a excited face.

“The big one is King, the shepherd. The Inu is Rex, the skinny one is Chicken Legs, hes a rescue,” he told you.

“And this is Mango! My lil baby” Iwaizimi said, holding the happy dog up .

“More babies!!” you gave each dog a nose kiss and hurried over to greet the happy snowball of a dog in Iwais arms. “So cute! All so cute!”

“Sweetie, my room is upstairs, go find something to change into okay? Ill be up in a minute”

“Kay! Iwaizumi Kyo has something hes gotta tell you!” you told him, all huffy.

“Oh yeah?” he teased putting the dog down .

All four dogs followed you up the stairs and Kyo shook his head knowing he would have to kick them out after he got up there.

As soon as they hear the door shut Iwai crossed his arms over his chest dipping his head at his friend taking in his cut lip and bloody knuckles. Kyotani sat down after grabbing a wet cloth and explained while he cleaned up.

“Seriously? “

“I dont even care that he showed up, i almost fuckin hit her.”

“Punched, is the correct word” his friend said sitting down with him. “What happened next?”

Kyotani shrugged, squeezing the towel for a second. “I broke down, i had accepted im a monster and that she was gonna run off leaving me. But instead she got on that dirty ground with me to yell at me and give me a talking to.” he wiped his knuckles, one by one. “She thought i started it but Bokuto spoke up, i told him to get in touch with Yahaba and then we left..”

“Christ..”

“Iwaizumi i dont know how shes still with me”

“I dont either. But shes special Kyotani, thats more than obvious now.”

“I want to move on from that day, that tourney. Everything, and start a life with her.”

“Well Yahaba will want this cleared up pretty soon so expect that in the morning, you know how he operates”

“Mhm,” Kyotani got up rubbing his face with the towel. “Ill see you tomorrow Iwaizumi, Oikawa is opening right?”

“Yep, lets hope he remembers how”

“God..”

*

Kyotani went up the stairs to see you in one of his old jerseys with no pants on with all the dogs sitting with you on the floor wagging their tails. You were petting each one and telling each one something special about them.

Kyotani put his hands on his hips whistling, alerting the dogs.

“Cmon now.” he motioned for the stairs.

The dogs pouted and you giggled getting up to sit on the bed criss cross. All the dogs went to Kyotani and he moved to the side. “Out, out out, “ he told them walking behind them. Each dog flopped down the steps except for Chicken Legs, he was whimpering and giving Kyotani a nervous look.

“Scared to go down still?” he crouched down picking up the dog. “ okay okay,” Kyotani brought the dog downstairs and gave it a gentle hug. “Go get some sleep, she will be here in the morning.” He made sure Chicken Legs made it into the dogs room before going back upstairs, closing his door with a sigh. Kyos room was full of posters, trophies, and jerseys. He had a desk with an expensive laptop sitting on it and a little picture bored next to it with pictures of him and lal of his volleyball friends. His bed was very big, a King size maybe. It was across from a big screen tv that sat next to the wall.

“Kyo…”

He looked up after ditching his pants and shirt to see you waiting for him to join you.

You looked so perfect in that jersey to him. He made his way over spotting you clothes on his floor along with a pink bra. He crawled in the bed pulling you on his lap facing him giving you a a really long deep kiss.