#it always turns into gute

[schnaf]

22 days until hyeongjun's 22nd birthday

day 5 - 👏

[konigsblog]

Celebrity!Reader who Creep!Kidnapper!König holds hostage... 👀📸

TW: RAPE/NON-CON, KIDNAPPED, MDNI 18+. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

He sends your beloved, heartbroken, and concerned parents videos of him fucking you, his hoarse and gruff voice ordering you around with his meaty cock forced deep within your gummy, velvety pussy.

“Look at the fuckin’ camera- Gutes Mädchen, los geht's...” and with tears blurring your vision and painting your cheeks, you gaze off into the camera like you'd been ordered to do, becoming numb and raw from the outrageous amount of fuckings and beatings you've been given as a cruel form of punishment for your filthy misbehaviour.

Even if your parents hand over the absurd and ridiculous amount of money, he wouldn't even think about returning you. He's had a celebrity crush on you for years – he's going to take advantage of you whether you like it or not, even if that labels him as a violent and merciless rapist. He'd always yearned for you, had an insatiable crave to fill your slick, wet holes with his potent semen. Now, he has everything.

He'll hold you firmly by the scruff of your neck, force you to watch as your parents scream and plead for their daughter's return with a perverted and amused grin plastered on his face, until the case turns cold and your disappearance and kidnapping has become nothing more than an unsolved mystery.

[gallilovesf1]

P4 Into You: “Luz solar”

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Platonic Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Oral (F and M receiving), Jealous Sergio, maybe some typos?

Author's Note: Sorry if this took a while to publish, I was having a hard time thinking of an inspiration to do it:( but here you go!

You and toto got into his car, A Mercedes-AMG GT 63. You gasp, “Nice car–i’ve always wanted one, but dad wouldn’t let me own a Mercedes.” you joked as you roll your eyes playfully as Toto looked at you and chuckled, “I can buy you one if you like?” he teased you as you playfully smacked his shoulder, god his shoulder is so muscular you want to just unbutton his shirt and leave kisses on his chest and shoulder, you’ve seen shirtless picture of him online but damn, touching his shoulder for a second made you go feral, you’d be willing to give anything just to see him shirtless!

“Y/N?” Toto asked as you snapped out of your thoughts, “You alright?” “yes, i’m just- tired i guess” you sighed and smiled at him, “So where am i gonna drop you off then?” he leans at you slightly, as you typed the address on his gps, “perfect.” he said as he started the engine and went on your way to your home.

The ride was silent, you and toto were stealing glances from each other, he’s smirking whenever he catches you looking at him, its red light and the wind is cold, he gently puts his hands on your exposed thighs making you jump a little, “is this ok?” he looks at you, lightly caressing your thigh up and down, “y-yes..” he smirked, as he puts his hands a little higher, you almost whimper by his action and he knows it. Its green light when he looks on the the road but left his hands on your thigh still caressing them, then he turned left into a dark alley, turning off the car as he looks at you, “Y/N, I-” you cut him off with a kiss, he grabs your chin and deepens the kiss, exploring each others mouth, a whimper left out from your lips as toto lightly choked you, he pulls away as he deeply chuckled, “You’re a one dirty slut y/n, i’ll give you that.” you blushed from his words.

You normally don’t want to get called a ‘slut’. I mean who doesn’t, right? But when it comes to this man Toto Wolff, a rich billionaire team principal calling you a slut and it turns you the fuck on, it makes your pussy wet and clench around nothing.

Toto chuckled, “You like me to call you a ‘slut, huh Y/n?” he grabs your chin with his thumb, forcing you to look at him directly, “I asked you a question, haven't I, Schatzi?” you whimpered at the nickname, it never fails to give you butterflies, such a small word yet it has a big effect on you. “Yes, sir…” Toto smirked, “So ein gutes Mädchen.” (Such a good girl.) You don’t know what it means but fuck its making you grow wetter. “Go on the back, get naked.” you're shocked but nodded and went straight to the back and slowly removed your dress leaving you with nothing but a pair of black lace panties. While toto drives the car into a dark parking lot in the alley to keep things private. He opened his door and went to the back seat, he smirked when he saw you naked just for him, he opened the back seat door, as you shivered because of the cold wind outside. He sat beside you patting his lap for you to sit on, “Come” you nodded as toto smirks at you, you sat on his lap not knowing what to do, “Start rocking your hips for me, schatzi.” you look at him slightly taken aback from his request, “I'm not gonna ask again, Y/n.” You nodded and started to grind your hips back and forth on his lap, you felt his cock bulging in his pants, getting harder every time you grind him, “That's it Y/n, just like that.” He said as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

As much as toto wants to fuck you in his car right now he can't, he wanted to take his time on you, make you beg and break you for doing things like this, As much as you drive toto crazy by just doing this..he doesn't want to hurry.

You want to get fucked by toto so bad, you're soaking his pants by just grinding him, and god I hope toto doesn't notice it. You look at him desperate to cum, you whimper and struggling to keep up a pace, “Scheiße, y/n please don't stop..” toto whispered on your ears as he grabbed your throat harshly making you groan, “Fuck-” you felt toto's hands roam around your body, caressing your back, teasing your hardened nipples, kissing your neck all the way up to your jaw while you grind on his clothed cock.

You're so desperate at this moment, you don't care anymore if you make a mess on his lap, squirt your juices all over his clothes, make him cum by just grinding him. Toto noticed the desperation on your actions, he chuckled “I can feel your wetness, Schatzi, are you gonna cum for me?” He said choking you harshly which made you look directly at him, he's surprised to see you tearing up, your face red, and yet you still can't stop grinding him. You nodded, “I need your words, y/n.” “Yes, sir.” with that he gently put you down, laying you down beside him, then he quickly put his fingers on your lips, “Open” you open your mouth knowing what to do, you suck his fingers while you swirl your tongue around his two fingers that's currently inside your mouth, toto groaned at your action he slaps you, enough to make you stop sucking his fingers, “Fuck, y/n, you're going to be the death of me.” He pulls his fingers out from your mouth and quickly teases your entrance, “look how wet you are..all this for me, y/n?” you nodded eagerly, “Yes..sir-!” You're taken aback as he puts his fingers inside you, filling up your tight cut with his 2 fingers, you cried out, “Fuckfuckfuck!” You arched your back as he continued to penetrate your pussy.

Meanwhile, Sergio is worried. You didn't send him a message for a while. He's thinking of possibilities on what had happened to you, did you go home safe or are you even home yet? Did Toto drive you home…or did he— he snapped himself from thinking things, of course you'll be ok you promised him that you'll go home safe and update him every once in a while, but except you didn't..but maybe you're enjoying with toto…he couldn't think anything else, he stood up from the sofa going to the kitchen to grab a tequila, he wanted to calm, but he couldn't..he couldn't stop thinking about you, so he decided to call you, It took a while before your phone rings, you and toto looked at each other, he quickly grabbed your purse and your phone to give it to you, “Who is it?” He said, eyeing your phone, “It's..Sergio..” you're surprised that it isn't your dad your dad Calling, “Answer it.” Toto looked at you as he lowered himself to your cunt, your phone kept ringing, “C’mon Luz solar, answer it.” Sergio patiently waited for your voice, and finally you answered, “Checo..?” You almost whispered, “Y/N- Are you ok?” Checo sighs in relief when he hears your voice, “I- I'm ok.. just tired but I'm fine-” you left toto's gaze on you as he lowered his face to your cunt, “Do you want me to pick you up? You could've just asked me, you know?” Checo chuckled as you tried your best not to moan, “I..” you look down to see toto looking at you too, he flicks his tongue slowly as you roll your eyes to the back of your head, “Y/n?” “Checo-! I'm sorry I'll call you back!” You ended the call as toto eats you, you arched your back, pushing your cunt further to his face, Toto groaned at your action the vibration of his groan sends shivers to your skin, “Fuck! Toto please..” you begged and cried but toto kept eating you like a starved man.

Meanwhile, Checo left speechless at your action, He still felt so worried about you. “Fuck” he said to himself as he sigh, he sat on his sofa and didn't sleep to wait for you to call back, he's not worried that you're with toto, In fact he's jealous. You're supposed to be with him, celebrating the success of his race, not having dinner with the team principal of your rival team, He felt jealous yet happy for you. He just shrugged to himself and drank the whole bottle of tequila, not caring about anything else, except you.

Toto plunged his two fingers deeply inside your cunt, “What do you think your friend’s gonna think of what you're doing, Y/N?” He chuckled as you moaned his name “That's right, moan my name instead of his, I own you from now on, Y/n.” “Toto.. please–” you begged as toto fucked you faster with his fingers, eyes darting at you “You're gonna come for me, Luz solar?” Toto then chuckled as he teased you with the nickname that Checo likes to call you, “Fuck!” You arch your back as you squirt your juices on toto's clothes.

The next day

You found yourself lying on a bed, thank God you're sober enough to remember that you didn't go home to your hotel but with toto's. You lifted the blanket to see if you're wearing something, you're wearing a white button up shirt of Mercedes the one that Toto's wearing during the race, you sat up and Toto's shirt looks like a dress to you.

The bedroom feels comfortable, cozy, and surprisingly neat. The design is minimalist, there's some trophies and pictures, you scratch your eyes and yawn, you look to your side seeing the bed empty, just you.

Then you heard the bathroom door open, it's Toto. Topless and just wearing gray sweatpants, his hair is a little messy from the shower, there's droplets of water beaded on his chest, and his arms are very veiny…

“Goodmorning, Schatz.” He said grinning at you while slowly walking towards the edge of the bed. “Why am I here?” You looked confused, “You passed out after last night, I didn't know your address so I took you here.” That's a big lie, of course toto knows your address you typed your address in his gps last night, but toto wants you all for himself. His eyes trail on your legs, he likes how his shirt looks like a dress to you, your skin looks so soft, he wishes that he can leave marks on them, enough to make you realize that you're his. “I need to go, I'm sorry but we can't do this– i- I shouldn't have agreed on that date.” You started to panic as you stood up and tried to find your clothes but they're nowhere to be found.

Toto watches you as you panic, “Y/n.” He calls your name and you look at him “What..?” “Go eat first before you leave.” He said as he left the bedroom. You just ignored what you're wearing since you've been a little hungry, you followed toto downstairs to see him setting up the table, you sat on the other side of the table as he gave you eggs and bacon, “Coffee?” you nodded, as he went to the kitchen and started making you coffee, “How much sugar?” he said from the kitchen, “only 3!” You yelled, a few minutes later he's back with your coffee.He placed the coffee in front of you, “Eat up, I'll drop you off at your hotel, your dad’s been ringing you for a while as well as Sergio, they’re worried.” he said as he looks at you while you eat, you nodded “Thank you for the food Toto..” you said as you gave him a shy smile.

The drive to your hotel was quiet, he just turned the radio on and didn’t even bother to look at you or to talk to you, ‘he must be regretting what happened last night.’ you thought. But deep down toto wasn’t regretting it, in fact he wanted to do it again, he’s just afraid to touch you at the moment, after what he did to you last night...

“What do you think your friend’s gonna think of what you're doing, Y/N?” He chuckled as you moaned his name “That's right, moan my name instead of his, I own you from now on, Y/n.” “Toto.. please–” you begged as toto fucked you faster with his fingers, eyes darting at you “You're gonna come for me, Luz solar?” Toto then chuckled as he teased you with the nickname that Checo likes to call you, “Fuck!” You arch your back as you squirt your juices on toto's clothes. He groaned as he grind his hips to your ass making himself cum inside his trousers, “fuck!” he groaned, he threw his head back because of the feeling of cumming without being inside you or touching him, he’s just grinding his hips to yours, both of you stared at each other as he deeply chuckled, “Did so well for me, Schatz so well.” he pressed his lips to your sore cunt, you shivered at his action making yourself arched your back to his face as he gently nibbles your pussy, he slowly eats you out, tasting your juices as he slurps it making himself groan. “You taste so sweet, Y/n.” he looked at you as you looked at him with cock drunk gaze, “Toto please..i can’t..” you begged for his mercy as he continued to eat you after your climax.

He palmed his semi hard cock through his pants, still damp from his cum, he groaned at the feeling, the vibrations of his groan sent shivers to your spine, making your eyes roll back. He unzipped his pants and pulls his cock out, he pumped it while he eats you, making him hard every second because of your loud moans, he inserts his middle finger as he circles your clit using his thumb, he slowly fucks you with his finger, you roll your hips on his fingers as you desperately want to cum, “Patience now, y/n. Don’t you think we should take our time, hmm?” you don’t know what he’s saying but fuck, you badly want him inside you. He chuckled as you eagerly nodded, he pumped his cock faster as he desperately wanna cum too, but this time with your help, “sit up.” he commanded, you sat up as you shiver you saw toto pumping his cock up and down, You stared at the bulge of his pants, you’re not expecting him to be this big…you clench your pussy around nothing, “have you done this before y/n?" He said looking at his cock as he pumped it slowly, “done what..?” “given someone a head?” he grins at you, “No..i haven’t.” “Good girl then, i’ll teach you” he unbuttoned his pants and pulls it down to his ankles, “Go on.” he gestured you to lean down as you stared at the tip of his cock, it has a pink-ish color at the tip there’s a pre cum forming in it, “lick it.” you’re not sure on what to do so you just nodded and gave him kitten licks, “ahh fuck–” You looked up at him as you slowly took his cock inside your mouth slowly lowering your head so you won't gag, “Fuck, Y/n..”

Toto had dropped you off a few blocks from your hotel that you've been staying, your Father called you many times as well as your brother and Sergio, they've been worried but honestly your just scared to tell them the Truth, well checo knows that you went out with toto but he didn't know what happened after it, you felt bad about having to answer Sergio's call while having toto eating you out, he's just concerned, afraid that something might have happened to you, you'll definitely need an explanation later.

“Thanks” you said as Toto stopped the car a few blocks away, he didn't say anything, he stayed silent for a minute, you grabbed the door handle as he spoke, “This can never happen again, just forget whatever happened between us.” you nodded as you left his car, you didn't say anything because you couldn't find any words to say, you felt embarrassed and disgusted with yourself, did he just use you? You shrugged as you walked fast.

Toto stayed there for a while looking at you leaving, making sure you're ok, He felt stupid saying that to you, you're a wonderful woman he just thought that he may be a little too old for you, he doesn't want you to get hurt during the process of the ‘Relationship’ that's about to form.

You arrived at the hotel as you pressed the button of the elevator as the door opened and you saw your father with Sergio and your brother, ‘Shit’ you thought, “Y/n?” Sergio says, “Where have you been? I've been calling you all night?” Your father says as the three of them get out of the elevator, “I..I was with a friend, didn't checo tell you that?” You eyed checo “Yes, he did tell me and who's friend?” “it's Hannah,” Checo says, chuckling, “yes! Uhm Hannah!” “Our strategist?” Your father asked as he looked at you then checo “Yes, dad.” “You better be telling the truth Y/N, if I found out you're sleeping with one of the drivers on the grid I'll send you back to London, understand?” “Yes, dad understood.” “Good, Go change, we'll wait for you outside.” You frowned, “For what, dad?” Your brother answers your question, “Dude, there's no way you forgot my birthday!” your brother pouted at you as you realized it's your brother’s birthday! You just chuckled awkwardly and pretend to know that it's his birthday today, “I– yeah! Of course I know your birthday is today, you dummy, I'm just messing with you!” You chuckled awkwardly as you brother chuckled as well, you both likes to mess with each other and he knows it, but this time you really forgot that it's his birthday due to last night activities with toto, checo can sense the panic and awkwardness through your voice, he knows that you forgotten it because if you didn't you'll be the first one to wish your brother a happy birthday. “Happy birthday, Champ!” You hugged your brother tightly as you smiled shyly at Checo, who seemed not amused by you. You pull away from the hug, “Thanks, Y/n–” “C’mon three of you we'll have lunch to catch up.” Your father says as he puts away his phone to his pocket, “But I haven't changed my clothes yet..” your father groaned, “Just go upstairs and be quick, we'll wait outside, c’mon checo, John.” Your father says as he walks away, “I'll see you later sis!” Your brother said as he gave you a smile, you waved a hand at him as Checo stood beside you, “Aren't you coming with them?” He gave you a confused look, “Of course I am.. I'm just gonna come up with you.” You smiled at his words, “That's cute, Thank you checo.” You said as the elevator door opened and the both of you went inside.

You and checo arrived at your hotel room, you quickly went to the bathroom to take a quick shower and freshen yourself up, while checo sat down on your couch waiting for you to be done, “Checo?” You said as you peeked your head through the door, “Sí?” “Can you pass me my towel?” Checo nodded as he went to your dresser to get you a comfortable towel, “Here” he reached his hand inside the door looking away from you, “Thank you checo!” You said as you closed the door, checo decided to tidy up your room for a bit because he knows you take almost an hour to get ready, he folds your laundry, put your dirty clothes away, and threw away some trash that's on your table, he sighs as he sat down not knowing that you went out a while ago, you stared at him as he looks up at you, you were wearing a dark blue dress while your hair is wrapped around like a bun inside the towel, he gulped “I..I thought you'll be..uhm long there so I decided to clean up a bit, I couldn't get inside last night to clean your room because the keys are with you so..” you chuckled, “It's ok Checo, I appreciate it really.” the Mexican smiled up at you as you removed your towel that's been on your hair as you brush it with a hair comb, “So, about last night.. I'm sorry if I hung up on you, I was…busy.” Yeah whatever, ‘Busy’. Busy getting fucked by Toto Wolff. “No, I'm the one who should be saying sorry, Cariño..I was worried.. about you I was drunk too, I just couldn't think of anything else last night, I felt a little relief when I heard your voice..but I was still worried.” You were shocked to hear what checo says, you sighs as you smile at him, “It's ok Checo, you're my best friend.. it's normal to worry and to care about me..I Don't deserve you Sergio..” you held his hand as you spoke, 'Of course I deserve you' Checo thought, he wished that he wasn't just a friend, or a best friend..he wanted to be more than just a friend..he wanted to be yours and to be his..he wants to kiss you, to hold you..to arched your back against the soft mattress of his bed..for you to moan his name like a broken record..But in the end He's just your best friend, but no matter what the status is, he will care and worry about you.

Checo looks at his hand as you hold it, “Y/n..” he slowly looks up at you, “Hmm?” You gave him a concerned look, “What is it?” “I..i Li–'' his sentence was cut off by a phone call, he reached at his pocket, “Sorry I gotta take this–” he pulls his phone out to see the callee ID of your father, he answers it, “Checo, Where the hell at you? Where's Y/n? Is she coming?” You heard your father's voice, “Shit” you whispered, “I..uhm yes she's just locking the room, we're on our way.” He says as he ends the call and looks at you, “Ready?” You nodded, “Always.”

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Hey..... I saw that you write for kenan yildiz... can you write something about reader meeting his parents for the first time, and she is not german and neither turkish..... for example Bosnian? Because they have similarities with turkish culture.... and studies in Germany....and that is the reason she speaks German....something like this....please

A/N: I changed it so the reader is Albanian. Btw sorry for all the german, I got carried away

MEETING THE PARENTS - KENAN YILDIZ

Meeting the parents is always scary

Kenan Yildiz x albanian! reader

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I stood outside Kenan’s childhood home, a charming house in a quiet neighborhood, my heart pounding with nervous excitement.

It was the first time I was meeting his parents, and despite Kenan’s reassurances, I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

Kenan stood beside me, his hand gently squeezing mine, offering silent comfort.

"Are you ready, güzelim?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to steady my nerves. "Yes, I'm ready."

Kenan rang the doorbell, and within moments, the door swung open to reveal his mother, Beate.

She had a warm, welcoming smile that immediately put me at ease. Her eyes, so similar to Kenan's, sparkled with kindness.

"Kenan! Welcome!" Beate exclaimed, pulling Kenan into a tight hug before turning to me. "And you must be Y/N. We've heard so much about you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Yıldız," I said, returning her smile.

"Oh, please, call me Beate," she insisted, stepping aside to let us in.

We entered the cozy living room, where Kenan’s father, Engin , was waiting. He stood up, his tall frame towering over me, but his gentle demeanor eased my anxiety.

"Merhaba, Y/N," Engin greeted, extending his hand. "Welcome to our home."

"Merhaba, Mr. Yıldız," I replied, shaking his hand. "Thank you for having me."

"Engin, please," he corrected with a friendly nod.

As we settled into the living room, Beate brought out a tray of tea and pastries. "I hope you like turkish tea, Y/N."

"I love tea," I replied, accepting the cup she offered. "Thank you"

Kenan sat beside me, his hand resting on my knee, providing silent support. "Y/N is studying in Germany, you know," he said, his pride evident in his voice. "She speaks German fluently."

"Is that so?" Beate said, her eyes lighting up. "Das ist wunderbar! Wie findest du dein Studium?"

"Es läuft gut, danke," I replied in German, appreciating the opportunity to showcase my skills. "Es war bisher eine großartige Erfahrung."

Engin nodded approvingly. "Es ist wichtig, eine gute Ausbildung zu haben. Wir freuen uns, dass du deine Zeit hier genießt."

As the conversation flowed, I began to feel more at ease. Beate and Engin were warm and welcoming, and it was clear how much they loved Kenan.

We talked about everything from my studies to Kenan's football career and even shared stories about our childhoods.

"Kenan tells us you’re Albanian," Engin said, his tone curious. "Tell us more about your family"

I smiled, grateful for their genuine interest. "Yes, my family is from Albania. My parents were a bit apprehensive about me studying abroad, but they've been very supportive."

"That's good,” Beate said. "It's always important to have family support."

Kenan squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with pride and affection. "I’ve learned so much about Albanian culture from Y/N. It’s fascinating."

As the evening progressed, I found myself laughing and sharing stories as if I had known Beate and Engin for years.

They made me feel like part of the family, and I could see where Kenan got his warmth and kindness from.

“Where did you meet each other?” Beate asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity

"Y/N and I met at one of my games when I was playing for Bayern Munich," he said, his pride evident in his voice. "She was in the stands, cheering us on."

"Is that so?" Beate said, her eyes lighting up. "Das ist wunderbar! Wie war das Spiel?"

"Es war unglaublich," I replied in German, appreciating the opportunity to showcase my skills. "Kenan hat ein Tor geschossen, und ich war so begeistert."

Engin nodded approvingly. "Ein denkwürdiger Tag. Wie hast du Kenan gefunden?"

“He “was very friendly I said, glancing at Kenan with a smile. “We met after the game and immediately hit it off.

Beate smiled warmly. "Es scheint, als ob Kenan dich sehr schätzt."

Kenan grinned. "Das tue ich. Y/N ist etwas Besonderes."

After dinner, Kenan took my hand and led me to the backyard, where we could have a moment alone. The garden was beautiful, filled with blooming flowers.

"You did great," Kenan said, pulling me into a hug. "They love you."

I sighed with relief, resting my head against his chest. "I was so nervous. But your parents are wonderful."

"They are," he agreed, kissing the top of my head. "And so are you. I’m so glad you’re here with me."

Just then, Beate called us back inside for dessert, and we returned to the warm glow of the living room. As we enjoyed the delicious homemade sweets, I felt a deep sense of belonging.

Meeting Kenan’s parents had been a nerve-wracking experience, but it had turned out to be a wonderful evening filled with laughter, warmth, and love.

By the time we left, I felt like I had gained a new family. As Kenan and I walked back to his car, he stopped and turned to me, his eyes shining with love.

"Thank you for being here, for meeting my family," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "It means the world to me."

I smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Thank you for sharing your world with me, Kenan. I love you."

"I love you too, güzelim," he whispered, pulling me close.

As we drove away, I glanced back at the house, feeling a warmth in my heart.

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HEYYY i dont really fanfictions but idk,I really liked one of your fanfictions ,is it possible to have a FanFiction with bill x m!reader Or reader non gender ?🎀 With 2005 bill cause he's my favorite Era,I want something cute and fluff cause he was 16..I just had the idea that bill and reader don't really understand it because like bill speak.german and he doesn't understand english and reader doesn't understand german😭!Afterwards for the rest I leave you free ideas! because I trust you

Love you🫶

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

pairing: 2005 bill x male reader

warnings: nothing, just fluff

a/n: im sorry for not posting for so long but i had to focus on school. i promise that i will try to post more often!! and btw i love you too, i hope youre gonna like what i wrote

I still couldn't believe it, I was sitting in the living room of Bill Kaulitz, my boyfriend, from my favorite band. It felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

The room was filled with posters, CDs, and personal items that gave it a cozy vibe. Bill was in the kitchen, making us some tea. I could hear him humming softly, his voice always managing to soothe my nerves.

We met a few months ago after one of his concerts. I had been a fan for years, and the opportunity to see him perform live was a dream come true. I never imagined that I would actually meet him, let alone start a relationship with him. It was hard at first, with him speaking mainly German and me only knowing English, but we found ways to communicate.

Bill walked back into the room, holding two steaming cups of tea. He smiled warmly and handed me one. "Hier, für dich." he said, his accent making the words sound even more special.

"Danke." I replied, one of the few German words I had mastered. I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, sipping our tea. Bill looked at me, his eyes full of affection and something else I couldn't quite place.

"You... like the tea?" he asked, his English slow but deliberate. "Yes" I nodded, "It's perfect, just like everything you do."

Bill blushed, a soft pink tint coloring his cheeks. "Danke, mein liebling." he said, reaching out to take my hand. His touch was gentle and reassuring, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

We had learned to bridge the gap between our languages with gestures, smiles, and a lot of patience. Bill would teach me simple German phrases, and I would help him with his English. It was a process, but one that brought us even closer.

Bill set his cup down and moved closer to me on the couch. He pulled me into a warm embrace, and I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the unspoken words fill the space between us. His arms around me were my safe haven, a place where I felt completely at home.

After a while, Bill pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. "You... make me very happy." he said, his English improving day by day.

"You make me happy too, Bill." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

Bill's smile widened, and he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of all the things we couldn't yet say in words. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, but content.

He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me close. "Ich liebe dich." he whispered into my ear. I had learned that phrase early on. "I love you too, Bill" I replied.

As the evening turned into night, we continued to talk, laugh, and simply enjoy each other's company. It didn't matter that we spoke different languages; what mattered was the love we shared and the bond that grew stronger every day.

By the time we decided to call it a night, I felt more connected to Bill than ever. We climbed into bed, cuddling close under the warm blankets. Bill held me tight, his presence a comforting weight next to me.

"Gute nacht , mein Liebling." he murmured sleepily. "Goodnight, Billy." I replied, feeling my eyes grow heavy.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that whatever challenges we faced, we would face them together. Our love was stronger than any language barrier, and that was all that mattered. In Bill's arms, I felt at home, loved, and understood. And that was a feeling that needed no translation.

[pricescigar]

Recurring Nightmares

John Price X Elvira Wolff

Summary: Price comforts Elvira after she has her recurring nightmares like most nights. And as always... He's there to comfort her when she needs it most.

The TV was at a low volume but enough to hear what was going on, it was only 21:00pm, the day stressful and tiring as hell. And a Belly full of food from dinner, close to a food coma and wanting to fall asleep easily on the sofa. But Price wanted to stay awake a little longer, well at least try to… Slowly he was getting more tired by the minute it seemed. He looked down to see Elvira completely exhausted and not paying attention to the TV at all, she had the blanket over her that they leave over the sofa. Just in case either of them got cold.

"You look tired, love… Do you want to go to bed? Hm?" Price watched Elvira slowly fall asleep on the sofa as they watched TV, she cuddled up close to him slowly falling asleep. They were watching an old TV show, the ones you'd see when you flick through the channels during the night. So it wasn't interesting by all means.

Elvira didn't say anything but she slowly nodded, and with that Price carried her in his arms. Luckily both of them were already in their Pyjamas, so they could just get into bed easily. When they headed to their bedroom Elvira mumbled to him:

"So warm and toasty." 

In reference to Price's warm body temperature, which did make him chuckle softly a little. She was cute like this. Like any other time. He kissed the top of her head as he carried her to the bedroom.

Once they got into their bedroom Price laid Elvira down on her side of the bed, watching her lazily get under the covers made him chuckle. While he got into his side of the bed, easily wrapping an arm around her and pulling Elvira close to his chest.

"Good night love…" Price mumbled and laid his head near hers, making sure Elvira was comfortable enough. Her head under his, the two cuddling up together for warmth.

"Hm… Gute nacht dear…" Elvira mumbled to Price tiredly, and just like that she fell asleep in Price's arms with no problems at all. 

After a long hard day's work, both Elvira and Price went to bed relatively early around 21:15pm. They rarely did that, but today was one of those busy days…. That an early night was well needed, Price always knew Elvira struggled with her nightmares; He had his share of nightmares too, but sometimes Price always worried for Elvira and her recurring nightmares. Especially when it came to her sleep paralysis. Ever since he witnessed one, he'd never let her sleep on her back again. And after a visit to the doctors about it, she managed to get some medication as well to cope with her anxiety. And an option to go do a sleep study on her as well… Which she politely declined at that offer.

This night was one of those nights… Elvira's nightmares occurred again, Price became a light sleeper after Elvira's sleep paralysis. He just couldn't help but worry to bits.. Immediately he woke up when he heard Elvira muttering in her sleep. She was muttering something in German, but he couldn't make out what Elvira was trying to say.

"Love? Love, are you alright? Elvira…" Price gently tried to wake up Elvira as he watched her toss and turn a little. Clearly seeing she was trapped in a horrible nightmare, worry was written all over his face. Be tried not to panic himself and kept on trying to wake her up gently.

Elvira got startled awake as she looked around sitting up a little. Her eyes darted all around the room in a panic. When her eyes met Price's, her eyes softened. "Darling…" She said breathlessly, tears almost forming into her eyes and she hugged him tightly not wanting to let go.

"You're alright darling… It's okay… I'm here." Price whispered to her tenderly, hugging her close to his bare chest, rubbing her back in small circles. Hearing the small cries Elvira was letting out.

"Fuck…" Elvira mumbled softly  trying to catch her breath, she couldn't stop crying. Price just let her cry all her emotions out, rubbing her back and whispering small, soft comforting words to her.

"I'm here love, it's alright…" Price kissed her cheek softly, leaning his head near hers. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, trying to comfort her in every way possible. 

"I had the same dream again… The dream where my water almost killed me, I know it happened a long time ago… But why does it still feel so real to me?" Elvira asked Price softly as she wiped her tears.

"After being in that Cryostate, of course it'll still feel real to you love… To you it may feel like a couple of years ago." Price consoled her as he looked down at her. 

"It felt like I was choking on my own blood again, it just… I can't…" Elvira shook her head as she began to cry again, she hated that this was still affecting her life. Elvira knew her father was gone, she sought to do that. But what he did to her…

"Dear…" Price looked at her sadly, pulling her into his arms again. If there was one thing he wished for… He wished he could take all kind of pain away from her so that she wouldn't have to suffer again. "I'll never let anything happen to you again, and I promise on that…" He spoke tenderly. "He'll never hurt you again, ever." He placed a hand upon her cheek, looking down at her.

Elvira looked up at Price, she didn't even say anything and just melted into his arms. All of the crying mentally exhausted her even more, she wiped her tears away. A small smile came on her face, when Price kissed her head.

"I love you as you are my dear…" Price professed softly, seeing her slowly calm down eased his nerves too, he observed her closely to make sure she was okay.

"And I love you too, my love." Elvira replied looking up at him, and kissed him back. "Danke so much for reassuring me, it helped me a lot …"

"Anythin' for you love. Do you want a drink of water? I can go downstairs and get you one." Price offered to her, 

Elvira nodded to him. "Bitte… I would like that." She replied softly, feeling Price shift off the bed and he went downstairs. After a moment he returned with a cold glass of water for her, he handed it over to her.

"Here you go my love." Price said as he got back into bed with Elvira, while she drank her glass of water and left it aside on the nightstand. 

"Danke… I feel much better." Elvira laid back down with Price as she began to get comfortable in bed once more.

"That's good… I won't sleep till you sleep, alright?" Price pulled Elvira into his arms gently, holding her ever so closely. She laid her head on his chest nodding a little.

"But are you sure you want to wait up that long? You know you'll get tired yourself." Elvira asked him softly, still being slightly worried.

"Of course my love, anything for you." Price whispered, he watched Elvira get comfortable in his arms. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, as she tried to sleep.

Around 4am Elvira finally managed to fall back asleep again, Price smiled softly seeing Elvira finally sleep again. He too got comfortable and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep. Keeping Elvira in his arms like he promised. Even if both of them would be tired when they woke up later on, Elvira always came first over anything.

[the-heaminator]

It was a cold night tonight, a thick layer of frost accumulating on any available surface, it was late too, and Gilbert knew Ludwig hadn't slept yet, trying to catch up with an imaginary backlog, he assumed such a tactic was to distract himself, after all it was a thing he himself used to do not so long ago.

"Ludwig, schatz, please sleep, please."

He was standing in the doorway, wrapped in a blanket like an old mother would do, and ready to fuss over Ludwig like one too.

"I'm fine, Gilbert just leave me alone." He had hoped for it to come out just harsh enough to drive Gilbert away, he just wanted to stew in his own thoughts for a while, but instead it came out empty and desolate, something he never liked to sound.

His brother hurried over to him, maternal instincts going into overdrive as he quickly checked him for fever and turned off his laptop, making sure all files were saved.

"Nein, you are sleeping now, you have a fever and putting off rest will only make it worse." He lightly tugged Ludwigs arm, momentarily forgetting that he was no longer a small child anymore, able to be dragged up to bed and bribed with cookies, now a grown man far, far taller than Gilbert himself. But it had been such a short span of time in the grand scheme of things, that he forgot Ludwig was fully grown.

Regardless of that he was unwell, and he knew something was troubling him in his head, and he full well knew that he wouldn't want to discuss this right now, tomorrow morning would be a better time, but for now he had to get Ludwig to sleep.

It was always a difficult job to get him to sleep, when he was small, a babe in arms he would cry and weep through the night, early nationhood hurt, Gilbert knew that, though is early years were so long ago he barely remembered them, he knew that he was borne in a time of severe instability and Ludwig was too, though the circumstances were wildly different.

Back then him singing would often get him to sleep in scarcely a verse, sometimes on his worst nights Gilbert wept over his cradle, he loved him dearly and wished not for him to leave this world so early. The maid saw this once, though she never said anything about it, most likely shocked that Herr Belichmidt was capable of such softness and human sincerity.

Schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein Du gähnst schon, komm, kuschel dich ein Ich sing dir noch ein Lied Ich freu mich so, dass es dich gibt

Even as he neared adolescence he would ask Gilbert to sing for him, during the horrors of the wars, the scorching pain of bombs in the both of them, he sang for Ludwig, he was used to such pain, his baby brother was not.

Tired voice echoing around the bunker, though more often than not a few of the younger soldiers could be seen hanging around when he explicitly told them to leave, they were forced to grow so fast, and he hadn't the courage to discipline them for being human; if they gained comfort from listening to his tired voice sing, so be it.

Ich wünsch dir eine gute Nacht Wir sehen uns, wenn wieder die Sonne lacht Schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein Wir lieben dich, schlaf jetzt ein Wir lieben dich, schlaf jetzt ein

The wall was erected and torn down, though during the period he was required to comfort too, Latvia, Ravis, the poor boy had seen so much and often awoke in a frenzied terror, only calming once someone sang for him. It was the same with a lot of the others, though they refused to admit it.

The duty alternated between him and Katya usually, and it made the others sleep too, he had grown remarkably good at comfort, despite insisting that he was still like marble, unmoving and cold, though more and more began to see him for what he was.

Schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein Du gähnst schon, komm, kuschel dich ein Ich sing dir noch ein Lied Ich freu mich so, dass es dich gibt

The separation had affected Ludwig badly, understandably so, the brother that had always been there for him suddenly taken away, thrust upon the international stage with no inkling of how he was to behave. But en the wall broke it seemed to get better, both were more reserved respective traumas playing a part in their manner, but they made it work.

But now Ludwig needed to sleep, tucked up in his bed nice and warm, with Gilbert leaning against the headboard with the bedside lamp on, softly singing and stroking his not so little brothers hair, the well worn lullaby sinking itself into the very being of the house, finally sending him into a deep slumber, and through no admission of his own, Gilbert's eyes started to grow a little misty, he really loved his brother with what was left of his soul, all of it.

Ich wünsch dir eine gute Nacht Wir sehen uns, wenn wieder die Sonne lacht Schlaf ein, schlaf ein, schlaf ein Wir lieben dich, schlaf jetzt ein Wir lieben dich, schlaf jetzt ein Wir lieben dich, schlaf jetzt ein

Schlaf jetzt ein Schlaf jetzt ein Schlaf jetzt ein Schlaf ein

[thistransient]

On Sunday I was supposed to meet again the friend I’d just met Thursday, but we mutually cancelled as he was tired and I thought it was going to be too cold. It turned out to not be cold. In fact, the weather was downright delightful, and I decided it was time to finally get in some of the bike riding that had been postponed on account of my being a decrepit invalid for most of the holiday break. What I had in mind was to complete the segment of the riverside bike path that runs along the Xindian River 新店河 from Bitan 碧潭 to Wanhua 萬華 (about 17 km). Easier said than done because the wind tends to blow upriver, meaning if I wanted to not pedal angrily into it for an hour I needed to go down to Xindian and start from there, and it takes me forever to get out of the house. (I took the train to Xingtian Gong ���天宮 and then the bus so I could at least look out the window on the way.)

Little did I suspect (all of my brain cells are currently committed to Mandarin, remember) that a Sunday afternoon with nice weather was NOT the time to go bicycling by the river. Everyone and their extended family and their dog (or several) were out there, committing various bicycle crimes like riding five abreast, pedaling so slowly that walking might be faster, or meandering back and forth across the center line. To make things worse there were walkers, runners, and various other electric-powered contraptions at large. I discovered if one rings a bike bell at a small child in an attempt to give warning while passing on the left, they will inevitably turn to look and in doing so swerve directly in front of you. At one point I saw a young guy on a racey-looking bike weaving in and out at a brisk pace and felt very envious of the ground he was covering, until I came upon him later, stalled after having crashed simultaneously into two rental-bicyclists who seemed unhurt but were glaring ferociously.

An unexpected benefit of the masses was that eventually the bike path turned into a road and crossed a bridge, a point where I might have been confused if I were alone but everyone else seemed to know where they were going so I tagged along with great results.

This general situation meant, however, that I didn’t dare take my eyes off the chaos and thus endanger my life, so there was no stopping for any pictures until I absolutely had to sit down for some water and a snack around Guting 古亭, having pedaled at top speed the whole way, trying in vain to escape the crowd. (My top speed anyways, which isn’t necessarily very fast, especially on a three-gear Ubike, but I think I passed more people than passed me, at any rate.)

Once I got further along into Wanhua things thinned out, although that may just have been because it was getting to be dinnertime. By the time I made it to my end destination (linking up with where I’d done that bike ride from Wanhua around Shezi 社子 back in September) my legs refused to go on and it was time to go home. At this point things turned up, because the Ubike station was a few streets down, and Wanhua is an interesting place at night, so I had a good wander about taking pictures and inevitably ended up at Longshan Temple 龍山寺, which always has a fancy lantern display for Chinese New Year. This ending more than made up for all the struggling along the way.

To be honest, the Xindian River path is actually a very nice ride, from what I managed to see while also trying my damndest not to collide with anything or anyone. I would try it again... possibly on a cloudy weekday.

[maybege]

Frohe Weihnachten, May!!

Turns out, I didn’t do any of the boring studying stuff yet cause a couple hours after the last message I sent you, I became really sick 🤷🏼‍♀️🥲. At least the ibuprofen helped enough that I got an hour with my family on my birthday to celebrate. So that was nice (and the doctor that came by at midnight was right, it definitely wasn’t how I planned for that day to go 😂). We’ve been joking that you really couldn’t tell if I turned 21 or 12 with how whiny I was for my mum to not leave my side the first couple days 🙈😂 But I think I’m finally getting better!! I’ve been sleeping all day cause I am absolutely determined to spend the evening with my family and it’s looking good so far!

I hope you have a really nice (and healthy) Christmas time 🧡🧡🧡

Frohe Weihnachten (nachträglich lol) and ALLES GUTE ZUM GEBURTSTAG (also nachträglich) 🎄🎂🎄🎂🎄 I swear I was thinking of you on Tuesday but life just keeps me from my phone during these times 🙄 I’m so sorry to hear you got sick on your both day and I hope you got better so that you could at least enjoy New Years! Also I totally get feeling needy when you’re sick, I always just want my mom’s food and someone to tuck me in no matter how old I get 😂💀 I hope you had a wonderful holiday season and got wonderful gifts and tasty food and spend time with your loved ones 🥰

[konigsblog]

stepdad!könig and dbf!krueger needing comfort after their favorite football team lost (they were watching saturday night football like some generic dads or whatever) :(

you’ve been in every position imaginable to let them relieve their anger, even trying to console them during the game!

it’s such a good thing you’re on birth control

-🪻

tw: stepcest, dub-con (coercion, pressure).

you've always had a thing for your stepdad and his horny best friend. they always had their eyes on you, and you'd always be sat on your stepfather's big lap while giving krueger sexy eyes :3

constantly consoling them by jerking them off, or palming them through their jeans while they grumble out, holding back grunts and moans when you run your thumb over their leaking, sensitive tips.

when their team lost, they couldn't be more pissed. after having a good night, and having it turn wrong infront of their very eyes, they couldn't help but get you to bend over and arch your back so they could relieve themselves and let out all their frustrations.

doing what you do best, you open your mouth and spread your legs so you could allow your frustrated stepdad and his friend to rut into your slicken hole! bend over with your ass in the air, sucking krueger off while your stepfather grips your waist tightly and slams into you! :((

“was für ein gutes spielzeug – ein hübsches, kleines, naives mädchen. hört immer so gut auf ihren daddy, ja?” könig grunts out, watching krueger roll his eyes back, gripping both sides of your head and thrusting inside. counting each spank he gave you because he was so, so angry and just had to let out all his anger onto your poor body :(

translation: was für ein gutes spielzeug – ein hübsches, kleines, naives mädchen. hört immer so gut auf ihren daddy, ja? (what a good toy – a pretty, little, naive girl. always listening to your daddy so well, yes?

[onejamtart]

OJT EATS | BSZ Malaysia Cuisine

As good as Taiwanese food is, to only eat Taiwanese food seems like a shame as there's so much other good Asian food (although I do personally think Taiwanese is easily one of the best). Near Guting station, where Taiwan University is, there's a Malaysian cafe called BSZ Malaysia Cuisine which has always looked busy everytime we have walked past. One day, we decided to bite the bullet, queue up and give it a go.

The queue actually moved surprisingly quickly and pretty soon, we were at our table. It was a pretty hot day so we had worked up quite a thirst waiting to get in so we started with a lychee cooler. What turned up was essentially an ice cold glass of lemonade with just a bunch of lychees chucked into it. We didn't complain though as it was incredibly refreshing!

Then onto some food. We love a good Hainanese chicken so we couldn't resist ordering it when we saw it on the menu. This was a really good version with really tender chicken, super aromatic rice and potentially the most important thing, a great chilli sauce!

We decided to go for all the classics that day so we also ordered a char kway teow. You might be able to see the big plump prawns on the top of the dish. The noodles were perfectly cooked and bouncy. All in all, a really great version of this.

Continuing our streak of classic dishes, this was a kaya toast with a little bit of pandan in it. The bread was typical for kaya toast in that it was thin and very white. The kaya was sweet and nicely balanced with the layer of butter in there. The pandan in particular was a lovely touch.

This was a really nice meal at a cheap and cheerful restaurant. The service was super quick and the food was well cooked and tasty (although I will say that I am not the best judge of authenticity in this case). I'd definitely go back the next time I crave a bit of Malaysian food in Taipei!

BSZ Malaysia Cuisine, 100, Taiwan, Taipei City, Zhongzheng District, Lane 284, Section 3, Roosevelt Rd, 13號1樓

Cheers, JL

[icantgetnosatisfaction]

18'th

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results.'"

Sudden Death - Rita Mae Brown

Okay, I am aware of the fact that l typed my recent entries with quote in intro. However, I want to talk about this quote a bit. Firstly, this is a famous quote that is attributed to Einstein. Well, It turned out to be wrong. (I just discovered too lol) The quote belongs to a novelist, not to a scientist. Anyway this isnt really the reason why l added that quote. I realized thats what we do actually. What is written there, what is callled sanity, we do that everyday. Remember the time l talked about having a routine and finding your love/ experience new things. Well this phrase proves my statement. If you want a different results, change your routine (what you always do). For instance, dont come here and write some nonsense at midnight instead of sleeping.

We all are insane apparently. But no no, insane looks dope. I should just call it idiotic. WE ALL ARE IDIOTS. MODERN SLAVES. ADDICTED TO TECH. ALIVE WİTH NO THOUGHTS. EMOTIONAL BUT CRUEL. MAMMALS BUT LONELY. IN THE LINE, CURSİNG THE SYSTEM.

DONT DO THE SAME SHIT AGAIN AND AGAIN. ITS PATHETIC. I TELL YOU. GUTE NACHT.

[cleaner-in-grey]

He's currently on the phone with his parents, talking in English since his dad was on the line, having a bit more accent in his voice as well.

"Yeah, things have been going alright, dad. Work's been good... Yes, I've been sleeping lately. Hey, did Johnny ever call Mutti? Her birthday's today, yeah?...Oh! I'm glad she got the flowers and she likes them...Lilies have always been her favorite. I had them done by a local florist and sent over, so no, I didn't send them all the way from the states...... Hey, did she get the shawl yet? I sent that a few weeks ago, so it'd arrive more on time...Oh! She just got it! Good good. Well, you know, if Johnny doesn't call, I'll nag on him." He chuckled, leaning against the wall.

"I should have Rico meet you two sometime. He's a good guy, dad...." He snorts, "Dad! I promise he's not some "bloody bogan" like the last one...His name was John.....Yeah yeah, I know you didn't have a good feeling about him when he had a limp handshake that was more like holding a dead fish than a proper man's hand... I don't like talking about him, dad...This one's actually good to me, dad. I think you'd both like him. He's such a sweetheart, very handsome too, doesn't try to go out of his way to kill me or anything like the last one...We were on opposite sides of a war, and we could come back with respawn...... I love you too, dad, it-it means a lot to hear that. I know....I know....Daaad, nooooo you cannot wrestle this one upon meeting him!! Remember when you nearly broke John's back? I swear..." He started to laugh. "It was wonderful talking to you too... Yes, we'll be over for Christmas. Yes, my license is still good over there, so I can still drive. I'll just rent a car. Dad, if we keep talking, Mutti won't have a turn. I love you too....Talk to you later..."

He chuckles softly and switches to speaking in German since his mother was on the phone and she didn't know a lot of English. He was so glad that he had his own phone because his mother liked to talk and talk.

"Hallo, Mutti!"he chirped, "Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!"

[trolldogskennel]

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[loveofafangirl]

72 Hours

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader/You (no gender, race or body type described)

Synopsis: You are tasked with watching Zemo for the weekend while he assists you in providing tech support and intel to your teammates in the field.  *Sort of: Enemies to Lovers* *One-Shot: Not same “reader” as my other stories.

Word Count: 2.2K (sorry this is longer than I intended)

A/N: This is a request for @purebloodwitch, where y/n is part of the Avengers and used to taking care of everyone, but at Zemo’s safe house he starts taking care of her and she is uncomfortable at first. I hope this fits what you are looking for. I hope you enjoy it. 

3 days.

72 hours.

That's how long you had to suffer his company. You stare out the window, taking in the country view. The car was taking the two of you to one of his safe houses. You had wanted to go on the mission with the rest of your team, but you were the most organized and could most easily relay intel to different groups as you uncovered it. Plus, it had been decided you were the least likely to bring physical harm to him. Though, you weren't so sure at the moment.

You had been against Bucky's plan to release Zemo. You remembered the bombing at the U.N. and the fallout that began that day. You blame him for the Snap and the loss of so many of your colleagues. If he hadn't turned the Avengers against one another, maybe Thanos never would have collected all six Infinity Stones. Maybe no one would have vanished, tearing the world apart—twice: once when they disappeared and again when they returned. As far as you were concerned, Zemo was the catalyst that led to Thanos, the need for the GRC, and the rise of the Flagsmashers. Everything began that day at the U.N. 

You look at your watch:

71 hours and 26 minutes.

When you arrive at his safe house, he insists you let him hold the door for you. You had always stood on your own, caring for those around you. You weren't used to gestures such as these, nor did you want them, least of all from him. 

Your fists clench when he refuses to go in first. Reluctantly, you proceed, allowing him to hold each door for you.

"Would you like a tour?" He gestures grandly around the lavish apartment.

"No," you state coldly, ignoring his coy smile that seemed to dip slightly at your tone. "Just tell me where to set up."

"Perhaps by the windows," he suggested. "The panels are one way. You can see out, but no one can see in. It should give us a good vantage point to keep watch without being noticed." 

You begin moving the bags of equipment you brought.

"Allow me." Without waiting, he takes the bags from you and carries them to the area he had previously pointed out. 

You follow wordlessly.

"There you go."

You nod your gratitude, unable to bring yourself to say thank you to him.

"Is there anything else?"

"No. When I'm done setting up, you'll need to tell me everything you know about Project Typhon and get me the decrypted files you insisted that only you could access."

"Of course, I am at your service."

You keep an eye on him while working. You still couldn't believe you got stuck babysitting. Now your focus was split between the work and making sure he didn't get into any trouble. 

He moves about the kitchen, grabbing this and that. He returns with a tray in his hands containing a teapot, two cups and saucers, small sandwiches, and a tin of cookies. "I had the pantry stocked before our arrival."

You give him a curious expression.

"I did not want you believing they had been sitting for the years." 

"I'm good."

He pours two cups of tea, offering one to you. "You haven't eaten since early morning. Please, help yourself."

You breathe deeply, trying not to give in. You had packed some rations, but you hadn't eaten any yet. You hate how appealing everything looked. You begin reaching for it, but pull back, now convincing yourself it could be poisoned. You turn your attention back to your work after a quick glance at your watch. 

65 hours. 

The evening passes slowly. You juggle your Zemo-sitting duty with decoding his cryptic replies into useable intel to relay to the two teams you were monitoring while also keeping an eye out for any digital chatter that may hinder your mission.

"Why me?" You sigh to yourself, thinking back to how you had asked Sam that same question when he first told you this was your assignment.

"You're good with people, Y/N."

"So you're sticking me with him?" You pointed an accusatory finger over your shoulder to Zemo.

His head shifted to the side, "No offense taken. I understand the difficulties. If you allow me a moment to explain."

"You understand nothing," you chided. Your gaze narrowed to a glower. 

"Easy, Y/N," Bucky interjected. 

"You of all people—" Your head shook in disbelief. "I was there. I saw what he did."

"We need him. He's the lesser of two evils right now."

You crossed your arms, not sure that was true. 

Your thoughts drift back to the present. You check the time again:

63 hours.

Zemo lounges beside you, nursing a drink in his hand. "I surmised you would decline a drink like my own, so I brought you a coffee instead. I noticed you had a few over the past days." He gestures to the warm mug on the table beside you. 

The rich aroma captivated you as you breathe in its bold notes. You really needed it. Begrudgingly, you took your first sip. It is better than you expected. A hum of delight slips from your lips. 

Noting his growing smirk, you muster the strength, uttering, "Thank you." You surprise yourself at the sound of your tone. It was much more cordial than you had intended it to be. 

"It was my pleasure, Y/N."

The two of you remain in silence, except for the occasional exchange needed for the mission. You were so focused on the job you hadn't even noticed him refill your coffee cup until you picked it up, expecting to savor the last drops but found a full cup met you instead. 

He kept working, seemingly not looking for any credit. You didn't offer any, but you had to bite your lips back to stop a smile threatening to erupt. 

57 hours. 

You rub your eyes and stretch your arms. "I'm going to try to get some sleep. Don't even think about trying anything."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He stood as you made your departure. "Gute Nacht. Sleep well."

You walk away without looking back. You knew there were agents strategically placed along the perimeter so he wouldn't get far, but you still worried.

Warm sunlight streams in the window of the large bedroom, gently caressing your face. The mattress is so soft and amazing; it sucked you into its depths immediately, and you fell quickly. You nuzzle in the soft fabric of the bedding, not wanting to move. It was your best sleep in months, even though it was only for a few hours. You think to yourself that you could get used to this.

Your body tenses at the thought as you remember where you are. You jump out of bed and quickly get dressed. Your team is counting on you. You swipe your phone checking the time.

52 hours.

You head straight to your setup; your fingers float nimbly across the keyboard as you attempt to focus solely on your work. Your stomach growls, pulling your focus. The scent of bacon frying greets you. You turn toward the kitchen, and for the first time, notice Zemo.

He catches your eye. "Would you like to join me for breakfast? I've set the two places." Sensing your hesitation. "I can bring it for you as well."

You glance at your phone. No new communications from the team. No alerts from any of the traces you had set up. Nothing to keep you there. Before you know it, you're walking in his direction.

He moves around the counter, pulling out one of the high bar chairs for you. 

You sit, even allowing him to push it in for you, a warmth spreading over you. 

"Please." He gestures to the plate in front of you and takes the seat opposite you. "Enjoy." 

You nibble on a piece of bacon and let the taste linger on your tongue. It was just the way you liked it. He sips his black coffee, watching you enjoy the first bites. You cover your mouth, feeling self-conscious suddenly. You shake your head, trying to brush away the feeling as you question why you care what he thinks. 

Your phone lights up, but it's nothing important. You glance at the time 7:11. You try to remember why you cared. Your attention shifts once more to the man across from you; that was why. 

51 hours. 

The two of you go about the day. Zemo is more useful than you expected. He quickly decodes and unscrambles messages and relays them to the team. Like you, he thrives on analytics and strategic thinking. There were moments where you actually enjoyed the conversation that developed. 

A few times, your fingers brush against his while reaching for the same thing. He always offered his apologies with that smile that made you forget what he'd done that day.

Before you know it, he's bringing you dinner.

"Is it really that late already?" You question, glancing at the time. You accept the plate. "Thank you." 

You enjoy a pleasant evening together, sharing the meal he prepared for you. He was a great cook to your surprise. This was better than anything you had eaten at the Avengers compound lately. 

As the night lingers and you wait for your team to send you new intel, he tells you stories about Sokovia. Once, he mentions his son before pausing and quickly changing the topic. 

In your rush to label him as a terrorist because of that fateful day, you never listened to his reasonings. They didn't excuse his actions, but he wasn't the cold-hearted killer you had expected based on his military profile. He was just a man who lost his entire world. 

When you part for the evening, you gaze back, lifting your hand. "Good night, Zemo."

The next morning, you wake softly, breathing in the comfort of the bed. You reach for your phone; his file is still open from where you fell asleep reading it. You wanted to understand him. There was so much more than you gave him credit for. 

You realize you were wrong. He wasn't the cause of everything that happened. You were. Everything began not the day at the U.N., but that day in Sokovia, with Ultron, and with the Avengers. They had created Zemo; he was merely a product of their haste. They were the catalyst to their own undoing. He had just shone a light on it. 

You lie back thinking over the past two days—the conversations that you'd shared, the kindness he had insisted upon, even when you tried to care for yourself, and those small touches that elicited a feeling you couldn't understand. 

Your last day together followed much of the same patterns: sharing meals, breaking down and relaying intel, keeping watch.

You notice how at ease you are. Your body is calm with no tensions or worries. You hadn't checked the time since—well, you weren't really sure. A look of horror flashes on your face as you realize you were enjoying this—enjoying him. 

"What did I miss?" He questions, strolling in from his bath, still in his robe.

Your body flushes, and your eyes cascade over his form. Realizing what you had done, you turn away and clear your throat. "Can you please put some clothes on?" 

He shrugs and walks off. As soon as he turns away, you find yourself chewing your cheek as you watch him leave. "Snap out of it! The only thing that matters is the job," you scold yourself. 

For the rest of the day, you keep your distance, averting your gaze, and avoiding him as much as possible. When he wishes you good night, you don't reply, hurrying off as quickly as possible.

You hope to find reprieve in the quiet of your room in the comfort of the softest mattress you had ever known. However, you toss and turn all night, your mind restless with growing thoughts of him.

You skip breakfast, or so you had planned. When you didn't come out, he left it outside your door.

You pack up in silence, catching glimpses of his curious look. You know he is probably wondering what changed, but he doesn't pressure you.

As you leave, you take one glance back at the beautiful apartment.

He waits at the door, holding it open for you.

This time, you don't protest and even offer your thanks. A smile fills your face as he opens the car door too. 

Your eyes close, remembering all the good moments from the past 72 hours. Without thinking, you turn into him, brushing a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you." 

Your gaze lingers on his soft brown eyes longer than you intend. You feel trapped, unable to break away, but you don't want to either. You lick your lips, wanting more, but worrying what it would mean. You decide to go for it, but as you move to him, he's already there, meeting you halfway until he pulls you entirely into his embrace. His lips are warm and inviting. You feel the world around you melt away under his tenderness.

Your heart flutters when you finally pull away. "That's a one-time thing."

His head tilts to the side, considering your words, and then nods in agreement.

You get in the car, your gaze still focused on him, a devilish smirk forming on your lips. "Unless I decide it's not." 

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[abc-masterranger]

ABC-Ranger: Das Unterzeug, Teil 6: die Gesichtstarnung.

Bild 1 - ohne Tarnung

Bild 2 - mit Tarnschminke

Bild 3 - Latexmaske mit Augenausschnitt

Bild 4 - Latexmaske mit ausgestanzten Sehlöchern (2mm)

Bild 5 - we Bild 4, unter Blitzlicht.

Auf Tarnung kann verzichtet bei einfachen Probemärschen werden. Bei geländegängigen Einsätzen ist allerdings durch die Maskengläser zu viel Haut zu sehen. Tarnschminke ist eine Möglichkeit, braucht man nur die Augenpartie zu bemalen. Allerdings schwitzt man unter der Maske recht stark. Wenn farbgetränkter Schweiß von der Stirn in die Augen läuft kann das brennen. Außerdem ist die Maske verschmiert und es ist ein ziemlicher Aufwand, die fettige Farbe wieder zu entfernen. Latexmasken mit Augenauschnitt sind eine gute Alternative. Auch unter dem Aspekt des Schämschutz', falls der ABC-Ranger seine sanitäre Versorgung nutzt und am Mann sein großes Geschäft verrichtet. Latexmasken mit eingestanzten Sehlöchern in der gerade notwendigen Anzahl verhüllen einen komplett , dennoch hat man ein recht ordentliches Sichtfeld - aber nur gerade aus. Wird es schon bei 3. schwierig, unter Sichtkontrolle am eigenen Koppel etwas anzubringen, ist das bei 4 bzw. 5 praktisch ausgeschlossen. Anfänger können Platzangstprobleme bekommen, weil irgendwie bleibt immer ein gewisser Schatten im Sichtfeld, außer man kann etwas in der Ferne mit beiden Augen parallel durch jeweils ein Sehloch anvisieren. Um das zu erreichen muss man meist den Kopf etwas verdrehen und die Maske muss perfekt sitzen, vor allem nach Anlegen der Gasmaske.

Wenn alles perfekt einjustiert ist, ist es wie bei einem kleinen Kind, wenn es die Augen zumacht und sich für andere unsichtbar wähnt. Mit dieser Maske ist man für andere definitiv nicht erkennbar und man könnte nun ungeniert unterm Vollschutz die Sau rauslassen.

ABC (Hazmat) Ranger: The Underwear, Part 6: The Face Camouflage.

Image 1 - without camouflage

Image 2 - with camouflage make-up

Image 3 - latex mask with eye cutout

Image 4 - latex mask with punched out eyeholes (2mm)

Image 5 - as image 4, under flash light.

There is no need for camouflage for simple trial marches. In all-terrain missions, however, too much skin can be seen through the mask glasses. Camouflage make-up is a possibility, you only need to paint the eye area. However, you sweat a lot under the mask. If color-soaked sweat runs into the eyes, it can sting. Also, the mask is smeared and it takes a lot of effort to remove the greasy paint. Eye-cut latex masks are a good alternative. Also under the aspect of protection against shame, if the Ranger uses his sanitary supply and take a dump. Latex masks with punched-in eyeholes in just the necessary number of holes cover you completely, but you still have a pretty good field of vision - but only straight out. If it is already difficult to attach something to your own belt under visual inspection with the mask worn as in image 3, this is practically impossible with a pepper hole mask as in image 4 or 5. Beginners can have claustrophobia problems because somehow a certain shadow always remains in the field of vision, unless you can aim at something in the distance with both eyes parallel through one hole each. To achieve this you usually have to turn your head a bit and the mask has to fit perfectly, especially after putting on the gas mask.

When everything is perfectly adjusted, it is like a small child when it closes its eyes and feels invisible to others. With this mask you are definitely not recognizable to others and you could now freely let it all hang out under the hazmat suit.