#as we would say in german 'ende gut alles gut'

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Sehnsucht (M)

Summary:

You and Wonwoo have been rivals since your first of University, and despite it being your final year, that rivalry doesn't seem like it's going anywhere soon when you both end up in German 101.

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Tags: dub con, academic rivals to fucking academic rivals, mean!woo, both are super smart, german- BECAUSE OKAY IM IN GERMAN RN AND I WAS LIKE WHAT IF I ADD A LITTLE BIT OF GERMAN AND THEN I ADDED A FUCKING LOT SO language kink 😊, a HUGE abuse of the german language, ALSO IM IN GERMAN 101 SO GOOGLE WAS MY BEST FRIEND SO IM SORRY IF ANY OF IT IS WRONG I DONT UNDERSTAND VERB PLACEMENT, okay, Wonwoo is genuinely mean okay? Keep in mind, creampie, public sex because we know I love it, wonwoo rawdogs it, lots of teasing, brats all around, rough sex?

I did end up with my own German consultant, thank you @hyunjins-dimples and I did ignore some of their german language advice because I just did, anyways I will be ignoring any and all german language critiscism from anyone other than my beautiful, perfect, amazing, german friend tyvm : )

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“Alright, and when you conjugate the verb komme, as in to come, where would you place the verb?” Your professor asked. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought as his gaze crossed over the class. “As in a sentence like. I go to Germany?”

You thought over your answer in your head, clearly for too long as suddenly your professors’ eyes were across the room.

“Uh, Wonwoo?”

“Ich komme nach Deutschland.”

“Good!” Your professor said with a nod. You could feel a gaze land on you, and you didn’t have to look over to know that a smug look was being shot at you. You rolled your eyes and pressed your cheek into your hand. “In some sentences there are two verbs. Does anyone know what we would do if we had kommen and an in the same sentence. As in to say something about August?”

Your hand shot up before you could think about it. Your professor nodded at you, and you tried to cooly answer.

“Ich an komme im August?” You murmured, unable to keep the question out of your voice. You knew you had made a mistake when you heard a stifled chuckle from the other side of the classroom. And your professor’s eyes drifted to the side, his mouth falling open as he tried to find a nice way to say that you were wrong.

“Right well, if you said that it wouldn’t be quite right.”

You pressed your eyes closed in frustration as Wonwoo spoke without even raising his hand.

“It would be Ich komme im August an,” he said, and there was no doubt in his voice that he was right.

“Richtig, gut,” your professor praised lightly, before continuing to tell you all the nuances of where the verb was placed in sentences and when it should be where. You felt your fingers clasp at your apple pencil tighter and this time you looked over at the gaze across the room.

You glared at Wonwoo, wishing he wasn’t so good at this.

You had been fighting in classes with Wonwoo since your freshmen year of college. You weren’t sure how come your classes always collided so much. After all, he was an English major, and you were in Zoology. It didn’t make sense for you two to meet in so many classes, past of course, gen eds but regardless you saw Wonwoo practically everywhere that you went.

It was so frustrating. You hadn’t known him in high school and in high school you had been the valedictorian. You were in the honors college, and you already had plans on where exactly you were going to go for your Bachelors. So, when you sat down for your first Chemistry class, buzzing with the excitement of knowing exactly what you were going to say. You were a bit annoyed to find that somebody else was raising their hand just a millisecond faster than you were.

Your very first day in Chemistry ended up being a fierce race between you and this Wonwoo on who could answer the fastest, and you were both very good at Chemistry.

In every class that you two were in whether it be Chemistry, Biology, Writing, or gender studies and attitudes of the world, you and Wonwoo were sat down after about the second week with your professor, encouraged to let other students answer questions in class.

Sometimes you two just immediately turned to each other and whispered the answer at one another with sharp gazes.

So, you were a bit pissed when you sat down for German 101 at the beginning of your last semester and stupid Wonwoo was in your class.

How could you have possibly had at least one class with him every single semester at this university? Would it go on to grad school? Would you two be stuck at an internship together? God forbid you two visit Germany at the same time.

You shivered at the mere thought.

What was an English major even doing taking German? For goodness sake, you only chose the class because you thought it would be the last class he would be in.

And to add onto that, why the fuck was he so good at German?

It was German 101. Literally elementary German and sentence structure in German was confusing as hell so why was he finding it so easy.

You tried not to scowl too hard as you thought about it, wondering what gave him the right to just be good at everything he did. You would have to stay even later at the library tonight if you were going to manage to keep up with him.

After class, as you packed your things, you made a point to brush past Wonwoo, ‘accidentally’ bumping your shoulder into his. You never knew why you did that really. He was practically immovable.

You wondered if it was possible for him to study and workout at the same time.

Maybe he just didn’t work.

But you did and you worked quite a bit. Which meant jam sessions where you tried to force the material that you didn’t know down your throat in only a manner of hours.

Which meant you were at the library late a lot.

Not that, that was the only place that you ran into the asshole.

“You must be a bit desperate to even be studying at lunch time,” Wonwoo commented. You looked up from your little hole in the dining room- The one spot in the whole cafeteria that you felt completely comfortable in. Tucked in a corner where no one could see you.

You couldn’t hear the buzz of the students around you in this little corner booth, and you had every opportunity to just pull your legs up on the seat, and enjoy the world around you.

“What are you doing over here?” You hissed, instead of arguing the desperate allegations. You definitely were desperate, to be studying while you were eating lunch, and there was no point in arguing that.

Unfortunately for you, Wonwoo was a good study. And that meant that he had been able to study you over the years, along with all of his other assignments. Frustratingly enough, he always knew when you were lying. So, there was no point in trying to pretend like you weren’t.

“I just came to eat as well,” he stated.

He took a seat right next to you, forcing your feet to the floor. He didn’t have any food with him, and you wondered why that was until he reached around you and plucked one of the fries off of your plate.

“Hey-”

“What are you even studying?” He asked you. You rolled your eyes. Advanced biology.

“Nothing you would know,” you grumbled. He took a single glance at your screen, and mumbled the answer to the question that you felt like you had been thinking about for hours. You tried to keep your anger to a minimum. “Well, duh, that’s easy.”

How did he know that?

“If it’s so easy, why have you been here all day?” Wonwoo pressed. He didn’t even have his own things with him.

“Have you been stalking me?” You blurted, noting that it did sound a little shrill.

“No… I could just hear you trying to think from across campus.”

You started to spew insults at Wonwoo because, well, how else were you supposed to respond to him? But they fell on deaf ears. Wonwoo simply plucked a few more of your fries from your plate, and then walked away as if the conversation had ended ages ago.

You got your chance for proper payback a few weeks later.

When you saw that there was going to be a mandatory lecture for English majors by James Franco… Well, you just knew you had to be there. A study on english composition and how it is seen in history and therefore portrayed in film. You had been studying english and film in your free time for almost your whole life.

For you, it was a pipe dream… Which meant that if there was anything that you were going to show up Wonwoo in…

You excitedly sat next to him in the lecture hall, shooting him a bright smile despite the early hour.

“Coffee?” You offered him. Wonwoo looked exhausted, you’d heard there was a mandatory frat party the night before. Poor guy was probably up all night.

He gave you a suspicious expression while he looked at the cup, but he seemed to remember quickly that he was a bit too tired to say no to it. He took the cup and took a swig from it.

“Poison?” He asked you, even though you both knew you had ordered him his favorite kind.

“I’m thinking of a much slower death,” you replied lightly. You tapped the desk in front of you. “Aren’t you excited? James Franco… Wow, imagine that… One of the only notable PhD holders in English and he’s an actor.”

You seemed to think over your words.

“It’s almost as if being an English major is just a hussle for most people… Must be an easy way to get a doctorate.”

You kept your voice airy.

“How does that sound, Doctor Jeon Wonwoo?”

It was all meant to strike a chord in him but something about using such a high title with him made your mouth go dry. Wonwoo’s eyes darkened a bit, and you knew that he wanted to press the way that you had addressed him. You didn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Well,” you said quickly. “I hope you’re ready for this lecture. I would hate for your head to hurt too much to enjoy it.”

Wonwoo grumbled.

“You talk too damn much.”

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It was always like that with Wonwoo, a constant game of pushing and pulling and before you knew it your first test was coming up in German. You weren’t sure how things were going to go with it, but you did know that between all of your other classes you hadn’t had much of a chance to study for German.

And that meant cramming.

And cramming on a normal day was a lot and on days especially like this one. It left you feeling very delirious.

“Ich bin nicht klug…” You mumbled to yourself, not only furrowing your eyebrows at the fact that you were pretty sure you said it wrong, but also trying to figure out when the fuck you were supposed to use not, and how the fuck you added it to a sentence.

“Richtig,” a voice mumbled, dragging you away from the quizlet open on your tablet. “Du bist nicht klug.”

You glared at Wonwoo.

“I don’t need you to tell me I’m not smart. I was just talking,” you grumbled at him. He hummed, placing a hand in your little cubicle, leaning over your head to look at your quizlet.

“Well, it’s true,” Wonwoo commented. “Du bist sehr schlecht im Gebrauch von Verben im Deutschen.” You were frustrated to find that no matter how hard you thought about it, you had no clue what he had just said. Not that he even gave you time to process. “Oh, es tut mir leid. I said that you are very bad at verb usage in German.”

You elbowed Wonwoo as you wheeled your chair to the side, trying to get out from under him. He let his back press against the divider to your left, so you got to your feet.

“Why the fuck are you so good at German anyways?” You blurted. “Why the fuck does an English major need to know German?”

Wonwoo shrugged.

“Just thought it would be fun to take.”

You were furious. German was the only thing that you weren’t able to keep up with Wonwoo in.

You two had been matching rivals in Chemistry and your gender studies class. You had smoked him in Biology, but he had never been able to beat you in a class before. Even in writing you both ended up with the same exact grade on every assignment. So why German?

Why was he so good at German?

“You know you’re disrupting my studying,” you grumbled, a bit annoyed by his interruption. You slid your tablet to the side, and picked up your water bottle, taking a sip. As you did Wonwoo held out his hand, clearly expecting you to share your water with him.

You rolled your eyes at his audacity.

You handed him your water bottle. 

“Do you need help studying?” Wonwoo asked, and it would seem genuine if it weren’t for that condescending look in his eyes. “I bet even after hours of studying you don’t know how to form a sentence.”

You knew enough German to say: “Ich hasse dich.” Because you had learned the phrase, I hate you specifically to say it to Wonwoo.

He stepped a bit closer to you.

“You could also say Dich hasse ich,” Wonwoo clarified. “It’s interchangeable in that sentence.”

You two stared at one another, and it was only then that you realized exactly how close you two were to one another. Your eyes flickered across his perfect face. Smooth, glassy skin, gorgeous dark eyes framed in glasses that should make him look like a nerd but instead just made him more handsome, and pretty pink lips that you just wanted to-

You felt your cheeks redden and you knew you had to act fast. You reached forward, grabbing the frames from off his face.

“Are you ever embarrassed by the fact that your genes are so awful you have to wear glasses?” You mumbled, trying to hide your moment of weakness. You two were so close to one another that you could barely even hold his glasses up between the two of you without your knuckles brushing his chest. You raised his glasses to your face, sliding them up your nose.

You frowned.

“God your sight is awful. You reall-”

Before you could finish your sentence Wonwoo had grabbed your wrist and holy shit he was a lot stronger than you had imagined he would be.

He gestured towards your skirt, which barely even fell halfway past your thighs.

“Are you ever embarrassed to walk around like some sort of conceited slut?”

Your mouth dropped open, and you knew that you should be angry and push Wonwoo away and yell at him because you had both taken the same gender studies class and you knew that he knew better than to talk to anyone that way, and you knew that he was respectable to people of all genders, but instead you just stood there, shocked.

There was a tightness in the pit of your stomach, and your hand fell to your side, gripping at the edge of your desk. You struggled to find something to say back, and your hesitance made Wonwoo’s expression which, by the way, had turned to shock as soon as the words left his mouth, to confusion.

“Bist du dumm?” He mumbled, and the question went right over your head. You suddenly weren’t able to think about anything. He flicked your forehead lightly. “I said are you dumb? Don’t you know you’re supposed to argue it when someone says something derogatory like that to you?”

His voice was veiled a bit in concern. Like he was worried that people were walking around calling you a slut to your face and you weren’t saying anything about it.

… You certainly hoped that Wonwoo never found out about your book preferences. Maybe you should try and hide Haunting Adaline from your bookshelves on Goodreads.

“I was just caught off guard,” you mumbled. “I thought you were more intelligent than needing to resort to such derogatory terms.”

Bold-faced lie. Your face was red. Why were you growing so warm at the implication. Why were you thinking about the fact that nobody was ever in this corner of the library this late at night. Why were you thinking about the window that was right in front of you two looking out on the water fountain outside of the library? Why were you thinking about the absence of cameras on this floor? And most importantly why were you wondering what Wonwoo’s hands would be like with your skirt bunched into it?

You two stared at one another, and Wonwoo took a step closer (you were surprised that was even possible) his gaze becoming a bit sharper.

“Es gefällt dir…” You like it.

“Nein…” You mumbled back. Wonwoo’s hand came up to your chin, his thumb brushing it at first, making your chin tilt up a bit, encouraging the touch. When you did that Wonwoo clasped his fingers on your chin, holding it where you presumed, he wanted it.

“Yes, you do,” he said in awe. He leaned forward, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

“You look hot in my glasses,” he mumbled.

You made a noise that was not a response. 

His lips ghosted yours.

“Keep them on.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. At first, it was hesitant. He was a bit unsure of if he wanted to actually kiss you, or if you actually wanted to kiss him. That was a fair thought of him to have because you were unsure if you even wanted to kiss him, until his lips were on yours and then your arms were wrapping around him, the palm of your hand pressing on his neck so that he was forced closer to you.

One of Wonwoo’s hands came up to your hair, and he pulled you back by your ponytail. You hissed at the action, but the way that it sent a coil of heat through your body was enough to stop you from complaining.

“Ich will dich ficken,” Wonwoo mumbled, as your lips parted. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“You want to…” You trailed off, your fingers balling into his shirt. You didn’t know that verb, you were sure your professor hadn’t covered it.

“Fuck.” Wonwoo twisted your body so that you were pressed against the edge of the desk, and his pelvis was pressed to yours. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

“So? Are you going to be fucking good and let me take you?”

You were already nodding when the word good left his lips. So, when he finished the question, you were nodding rapidly.

“Yes,” you mumbled. “Oh god please take me Wonwoo.”

A smirk flickered across his lips.

“In German.”

Frustration bubbled up in your body…. Or was that arousal?

“Uh… Ja… ich will dich ficken… Too?”

That must have been good enough because the next thing you knew, Wonwoo’s lips were on yours again and he was hiking you up onto the desk, pushing your skirt up to your waist with ease.

“You don’t even have shorts under this,” he mumbled against your lips as his hand ran over your thigh. He slapped you there, hard. You yelped and your fingers tightened in his shirt. “Du bist ein Depp…" 

You vaguely registered he was calling you an idiot, but before you could respond he was sliding down your body, his fingers on your sides making you shiver despite being over your shirt. He got to his knees in front of you and took the hem of your underwear with his fingers.

“Let me get this off of you your highness,” he said mockingly. Your body grew even hotter, and you leaned back on your hands, lifting your legs a bit so he could easily pull your underwear off of you. You could feel a string of wetness drawing from your pussy as he pulled your underwear off and you wanted to hide your face in embarrassment at the truth of just how much Wonwoo had turned you on. You pressed your lips together tightly.

“God you’re fucking soaked,” Wonwoo mumbled. He slapped your thighs apart again, and you obediently spread them for him. “You want me to treat you like mein kleines Schwanzluder?”

You had no clue what he was saying, and your silence in response made him pinch your inner thigh. You bit down into your fist.

“Are you really that bad at German?” He asked you. “If you can’t even respond to a question as simple as, do you want me to treat you like my little cock slut than I don’t know how you are going to pass the final.”

“Ja,” you blurted, scrambling to drag any German you knew out of your mind. “Bitte.” Please. “Ich bin dein…” You hesitated on the last word. I am your…

“Schwanzluder,” Wonwoo said softly, his eyes focusing on you. “Cock slut.”

“Schwanzluder,” you repeated, your voice barely there. Wonwoo hummed.

“Bad pronunciation,” he mumbled. “But then again, you’re also bad at that.”

You went to protest him because you thought that your German pronunciation was pretty good, but then you thought of something better to argue with him about:

“Are you even going to be able to do anything down there?” You asked him tauntingly. “You probably wouldn’t be able to find a clit even with your glasses o-” Before you could finish, Wonwoo was shoving something wet and salty into your mouth, Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized you recognized the feeling of the cloth of your wet underwear from when you had done this to yourself while masturbating in the past. Your face burned in shame at the way that this only turned you on more.

“Halt die Schnauze…”

You didn’t have to know German to know that he was telling you to shut up.

Wonwoo’s hands pressed at the insides of your thighs, high enough that he was able to feel the dampness that had soaked through the thin cloth of your underwear. He massaged his thumbs into your thighs, and beneath the blurriness of Wonwoo’s glasses you could see him smile slightly. His hands slid further up your thighs and one of his thumbs prodded at your folds, dragging them to the side so that he could see your wet pussy even better.

“Fuck…” He mumbled. “You’re wet like a bitch in heat.”  You let your head fall back and hit the glass of the window behind your head. You couldn’t deny what he was saying, as badly as you wanted to. He had eyes, and even though his glasses weren’t on… He could certainly feel how wet you were beneath his fingers.

His thumb plunged into you suddenly, feeling thick and short as he delved inside of you. His fingers brushed your clit and you whined against the cloth in your mouth, your eyes falling shut. He pulled his thumb out of you after a few moments, seeming to be in thought, and then he was suddenly pressing two fingers at your entrance.

It was a lot… Especially for someone who had not been prepped, and he seemed to figure out with the way that the stretch felt around his fingers. He retracted and then pushed a single finger inside of you. The feeling was intoxicating. Even though you had felt yourself that you were not stretched enough for two you felt like you needed it.

It wasn’t long until you were begging for more as desperately as you could from behind your gag. Your fingers were gripping desperately at the desk, and it had Wonwoo chiding as he finally eased a second finger into you.

“Du bist erbärmlich…” He mumbled and you had no fucking clue what he had said but it sounded so hot with the little twinge of accent in his voice. You rolled your hips down onto his fingers, and the action made Wonwoo press a hand to your pelvis. “Hör auf.”

Again you whined, but your body stilled under his command. The pressure of him pushing down on you pushed his fingers even further inside of you and if you thought that was hard to handle, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like with his dick inside of you.

As if to read your thoughts, Wonwoo leaned forward, his hot breath teasing your clit.

“Oh Engel… I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he mumbled. He leaned forward, and he began to suck on your clit. His tongue flicking over it as a way to distract you as he stuffed a third finger into you.

The burn was amazing, and the distraction of his wet tongue on your clit was so welcoming that you about came just from that.

You had always wanted Wonwoo to just shut up. Thought that there was no use at all for his mouth.

But here he was… Proving that he had at least one very good use for his mouth. You tried to fight the urge to move under him, going as far as to slap the palm of your hand against the desk you were being eaten out on, but as soon as his mouth completely replaced his fingers, and you felt your wetness on your thigh, you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling down against him.

Somehow his hot mouth felt just as good as his fingers did, and they were making your core burn in a way that was fucking painful. You needed his cock in you right now.

Wonwoo moaned against your cunt- The first indicator that he was enjoying this just as much as you were, and he suddenly pulled away from you. His fingers dipped into you again but only briefly.

“Bend over,” Wonwoo murmured, twisting your body so that your ass was against his bare wet dick. You could feel it poking at your ass and you quickly bent over, placing the palms of your hands to the window.

“Not good enough,” Wonwoo mumbled. He pressed his hand to the small of your back, forcing your ass up more, and with his other hand his fingers knotted in your hair and he shoved your face into the window. “That’s better…”

He trailed off as he moved the hand not in your hair to (you assumed) take hold of his cock. You stayed there for seconds that felt like hours, skirt bunched around your waist, ass out for Wonwoo, your rival, and your face smashed up against the window just enough to see that there were people walking outside, presumably to their dorms.

Frustration began to bubble inside you, which expressed itself in small tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Ich möchte hören, wie Du darum bettelst.”

The german made you let out a sob of frustration as it was paired with Wonwoo sliding the tip of his cock between your soaked and already abused folds.

“Wonwoo, I don’t fucking know what you’re saying,” you cried out. You bucked your hips, trying to force his cock into you which worked except it didn’t because just his tip slipped inside of you.

God you felt like you were going to go feral at the feeling of his bare cock inside of you, you were already thinking about him pumping you full of cum…

“Guess you better figure out what I’m saying.”

Your mind raced, trying to figure out what Wonwoo could have possibly been telling you to do. You didn’t really recognize any of the words… Ich… I… hören… hear…? Will… want-

“Bitte, bitte, bitte,” you pleaded desperately. “I want your cock so badly… treat me like your own schwandluger or… Whatever it was- Please Wonwoo, I’m beggi-”

Before you could finish speaking Wonwoo was shoving himself into you. Your fists lightly hit the window at the feeling, so relieved to finally have him inside of you. You understood now why he had deemed only fingering you on three fingers as a punishment. You felt like you were being split open on his cock, and he had decided that he was going to go easy on you.

“You’re so small like this,” Wonwoo mumbled. “I mean look at you, unable to move under me… Someone you despise… How’s it feel to not only be physically overpowered but also to be intelligently inferior to me?”

Humiliation boiled through your veins, and each hard thrust of his cock sent him deeper into you than the time before.

“Genau so mag ich dich…” Wonwoo mumbled, a hint of admiration in his voice. He tugged you up by your hair, arching your back. His arm wrapped around your body, right under your breasts, pushing them up as he brought his face right up next to yours.

He stared at you, his eyes squinting as he took in your already fucked out expression. He watched you bounce for a few seconds, each thrust drawing out a loud and desperate cry from you. Then, finally, he leaned forward and kissed you again.

This kiss was just as hot and heavy as the way he was fucking you, and you really ended up just screaming out in his mouth with every single thrust.

“You may not be good at German, but you are damn good at taking my cock,” he hissed out. “So, it turns out you are useful.”

He suddenly pushed you back down onto the table, smashing your face onto the cold surface.

“So why don’t you be a good cumdump and take all of my cum?”

You hadn’t even realized how much the pressure of needing to come had been building up in you until you felt the first warm spurt of cum fill your cunt.

There were a million reasons why you shouldn’t be excited by the fact that not only was Wonwoo fucking you raw but he was coming inside of you but all you could remember was how hot Wonwoo sounded when he was speaking to you in German, and how much you liked him controlling you as you began to come as well.

Your whole body shook as Wonwoo fucked you full of his cum, and he continued to fuck you until your body had stopped shaking. His fingers released in your hair, and the sound of both of you panting filled the air. You two were completely still for minutes that felt like hours, before finally you peeled yourself off the table.

You stared at Wonwoo, who was staring right back at you.

“Take your fucking glasses back,” you mumbled. He smiled at you, dragging them off of your face.

“Happily,” he replied. He ran his fingers through his hair, and he almost looked completely the same as he had when he first started to fuck you. “You know what the best part about this is?”

You stared at Wonwoo, the humiliation burning on your face.

“What is the best part?” You asked him, your voice low.

“You have barely studied,” he said, and his voice was heightened in amusement. “Good luck on the test tomorrow.”

His eyes swept over your body, clearly noting the fact that you were in no shape to study anymore. He gestured towards his phone- the time- reminding you that your class was so early that you wouldn’t even be able to study before it if you went to bed now.

Your mind raced with the implications.

“Get home safely y/n,” Wonwoo said, his voice light. You went to protest, but before you could he had pushed his fingers deep inside of you. Your fingers clutched the desk, immediately remembering who had been fucking you not long before. Who you had been begging to dominate you just moments ago.

He pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth with a smile.

“Maybe we’ll do this again.”

And then he was gone. Your blood was boiling, from satisfaction, humiliation, and pure anger at Wonwoo for having fucked you so that you would do bad on the test tomorrow, but one thing proved true between all of it. For him to think about fucking you to sabotage you, there had to be an initial wish to fuck you to begin with.

And if that were the case then… Well, you could certainly use this to your advantage…

May the games begin.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Not German

Hardersson x Teen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're not German

Magda doesn't often get phone calls from her manager. Most of the time it's emails or good old-fashioned letters in the mail so when she gets the phone call, she's a little confused.

She's even more confused when the topic turns out to not even be about her but you instead.

"Does y/n hold German citizenship?"

Magda's confused. "Huh? Erm...I don't know, why?"

"Was she born in Germany? Is that where her birth certificate is from?"

Magda laughs slightly. "Which one?" She turns serious though as anxiety swells in her gut. "Yeah, she's got a German birth certificate. And a Swedish one and a Danish one."

She hears her manager swear on the other side of the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Germany are interested."

"Interested? In what?"

"In having her play for their under-fifteen team."

Magda laughs again. "They can't do that. She's not German."

"Legally, she is. She was born in Germany. She's lived there for more than five years. She was registered in a German school while you and Pernille were at Bayern. Under the eligibility rules, she meets the criteria."

"She's not German," Magda insists.

"It's called jus soli - the principle of birthplace. She was born in Germany. She has citizenship. They can call her up if they want."

Magda swears. "They can't," She insists," I...I won't let them. We've settled. We're good where we are. She's too young to be shipped off across the world to a country that-"

"To a country that's interested in her? A country whose language she's fluent in? A country that she's grown up in?"

Magda grinds her teeth. "A country that shouldn't be trying to poach the future star of Sweden or Denmark. How did they even find out about this anyway? It's sneaky. She's not theirs to have."

"Magda-"

"No! She's barely fourteen! She's not going to Germany!"

"Who's not going to Germany?"

Pernille appears in the doorway, still wrapped up in her coat from where she's just gotten back from dropping you off at training.

"y/n." Magda's still grinding her teeth. "Germany want her."

"For what?"

"To play on their youth team."

It's not often that rage flickers on Pernille's face but this is clearly one of those times.

"She's not eligible to play for them," She says firmly, as if her speaking it into existence will make it happen.

"Apparently she is. Some stupid law about being born in Germany," Magda replies, turning her phone onto speaker.

"They can't have her."

"That's what I said."

"She's too young to go off to Germany by herself."

"I said that too."

"You're missing the point," Magda's manager says," They're inviting her to play for them. It's not them saying she has to or them pretending that they're her only option. Just an option. She's not registered with them so they put out feelers with the Swedish FA who put them in contact with me."

"She's not German," Magda insists again, feeling her throat tighten.

In her mind, Sweden and Denmark were always going to be the only option for you. One day, one (or both) would want to call you up for the senior team. One day, you would choose which of your mothers' footsteps to walk in. One day, you would either be wearing Sweden or Denmark's colours at an international tournament.

She hadn't even considered that your birth and time spent growing up in Germany would mean that you might not end up in either her's or Pernille's team.

"Listen, Germany knows that. They know that but they also know who her parents are, they know she's on track to be one of the best keepers in the world. They know that she speaks the language and she's smart. To them, securing her now could mean she chooses them when she turns eighteen and all three of us know that when she hits eighteen, she's going to be great. It's tactical for them. Sure, they lucked out on her meeting all of the eligibility criteria and, sure, it's completely underhanded and sneaky of them but, ultimately, it's no one's decision but hers. She's not registered with them. If they want her they go through me and they go through you. But they want her and a decision needs to be made."

"A decision has been made," Magda says," The decision is no. They can't have her. She's too young to go to Germany by herself. She's too young to be mixed in with the politics of this all. It's confusing and I won't let it happen."

Pernille's nodding firmly at her side even though Magda's manager can't see them.

"It's...Magda, I understand what you're saying. I do. None of us want her in German colours but...it's not your decision to make. It's hers."

"She's not here right now," Pernille says after a long stretch of silence," She's at practice."

"Talk to her when she comes home," Magda's manager says," Let her make the decision."

●～●～●～●～

You think Momma and Morsa have had an argument when you slip through the front door after having been dropped off back home by your friend's mother.

The vibe at the dinner table is frosty and you glance between your mothers awkwardly.

You're not entirely sure what they could have argued about but it's making your dinner very unenjoyable.

"So," Morsa says finally, putting her cutlery down," What do you think about Germany?"

Momma shoots her a look and your eyes dart between them.

"Er...Are we moving again? Back to Germany?"

Morsa's eyes widen. "Why? Is that something you want? You want to go back to Germany?"

Momma keeps glaring at her and horror swirls in your stomach.

"Are you two breaking up?" You ask quickly, looking between them in disbelief. "Is that why you're asking about Germany? Is one of your moving to Germany and you're sorting out who I'm living with?"

You stand up quickly, your chair clattering to the ground.

"I-I don't want to have this conversation."

"No! No, princesse." Momma reaches out to grab at your wrists, pulling you into her grip. "Me and Morsa aren't breaking up. We're not separating. We're not moving to Germany."

Morsa scoffs.

"We're not moving to Germany, Magda!" Momma snaps before pulling away, her tone softening," I'm sorry for worrying you, princesse, but me and Morsa got a call today."

"A call?"

You're guided back into your seat.

"A call," Morsa says. Her hands are clenching and releasing on top of the table.

"And...This call had nothing to do with you two separating?"

"Nothing at all," Momma assures you," It just threw us."

"And it's about Germany?"

"You were born in Germany," Morsa continues, though her eye twitches like it did all those years ago when Leah Williamson gave you her shirt," And you went to school in Germany, when you were younger. Do you remember?"

"I only went to school once a week," You reply," You home schooled me the rest of the time."

"We did but it was still a German school you went to."

"I guess. What has this got to do with the call, though?"

"My manager called earlier. Germany's interested in inviting you to their under-fifteen team."

"Oh." You sink down in your seat. You don't like where this is going at all. Both of your mothers had played for their youth teams. They were always going on about how much of a good experience it was for them.

You hadn't been called up for either Sweden or Denmark just yet.

You don't know if you really want to go to Germany to play.

"Oh?"

You laugh bitterly. "Germany, huh? I'm...I'm not German."

"Under the law, you are. And under the eligibility criteria, they can ask you to play for them," Momma explains.

"Oh..." You play with your food. "When do I have to leave?"

You don't want to play for Germany at all. You don't want to play for anywhere but Denmark or Sweden. But Momma and Morsa always go on and on about how much it improved them to play in the youth teams. You don't want to let them down.

You don't see Morsa's face fall at your words. "You want to go?"

"Do I have a choice?" You sullenly look at your food. Suddenly, everything tastes like ash in your mouth.

"Of course, princesse," Momma assures you," You always have a choice."

"You won't make me play if I don't want to?"

"Of course not."

"And-And Germany won't force me to play for them either?"

Morsa lays a hand on your arm. "What makes you think that Germany will force you to play for them?"

"Tia Tana said once that she and the Spanish team went on strike and then they all got called up during their next international break."

"This is a youth team, princesse," Morsa says," They have no right to ask that of you and they'll have to get through me, Momma and Sweden and Denmark to make you. You don't have to play for them if you don't want to."

"And you won't get mad? You always say that playing on the youth teams developed your skills."

"We won't get mad," Momma says," You don't want to play for Germany?"

"No."

"Okay. Then you won't play for Germany."

"That simple?"

"That simple."

You breathe out a long breath as your body finally relaxes, all of the tension bleeding out of the room.

Morsa is in a similar position, finally looking relaxed for the first time since you got home.

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

[ghouljams]

All the baby talk got me wanting to live vicariously but with Bee and König, mostly their horses like oops Honey got out for a little too long one day while no one was looking and now is expecting a foal from one of König's horses any day now 🐴💕🐴 Bee and König prepping Honey's stall for the new arrival and he daydreaming about Bee having the same enthusiasm for their gaggle of babies one day 😭

The way this just pierced my heart... I think we all have baby fever thanks to the fae-by. I knew she was a bad idea...

That said I did actually plan on Honey hooking up with one of König's studs lol, Bee isn't the only one who likes a big boy.

Honey has been sick all week and it's starting to make you worried. Or, not starting. You've been losing a lot of sleep over it, calling König for advice and avoiding calling the vet in the hopes she'll get better. You finally caved last night when she hardly wanted to leave her stall for a walk around the pasture.

"Congratulations, she's pregnant." The vet tells you after a thorough exam. She seems like a nice woman, a little severe in the face but warm enough in the way she interacts with Honey.

"Pregnant?" You confirm, trying to think of how, when, who... The vet's brows shoot up.

"Not trying then, alright." The vet sighs and pats Honey's ribs, "Well, we'll take her off any cambendazole dewormers for now, and I'll give you a few days to decide if you want to keep it." She hands you her card, as if you don't already have her number. You see her back to her car, worrying now more than ever.

You call König as soon as the vet leaves. His horses are the only ones Honey's been around, and you can't imagine he's looking for any foals.

"Honey's pregnant," You tell him as soon as he picks up. König is silent for so long you have to check to make sure he didn't hang up on you.

"And she only gets into my pasture," He says finally, filling in the blank you'd purposefully left out for his own nerves.

"Yeah..." You wince. Somehow it feels like telling him you're the pregnant one. You imagine the spike of anxiety is the same. The long silences from you co-horse-grandparent feel very similar as well.

"Is she alright?" He asks, concern coloring his voice in a way you didn't expect. Well, you suppose he is a horse guy.

"Vet said she's perfectly healthy, but you know Honey. She's moping. Guess she didn't think her fun would have any consequences." König laughs on the other end of the line and you feel the anxiety in your chest loosen.

"Good. That's good." He hums, thinking, you like this better than his silence. "I'll come over, we can figure out what you want to do." You smile a little to yourself at the way he says it, like yours is the only opinion that matters. You've never had anyone put you first like König does.

"Ok, see you soon." You don't mean it to sound as sappy as it comes out, you really have to work on that, keeping your cool when König is just being himself.

You let Honey out into her pasture and go to sit on the fence to wait for König. You think this is the nicest part of sharing a property line. Waiting for him to walk over instead of listening for the rumble of a car engine. You raise a hand to wave when you spot him, earning a raised hand in return. It makes you giddy just seeing him.

It's terribly endearing when he greets Honey first, eyes soft on yours before they turn to your horse.

"Sehr gut, Mama? Bist du in Schwierigkeiten geraten?"

König strokes a hand down Honey's nose, gentle as ever with her, murmuring his German affections. You pretend not to notice the sugar cube he slips her, more focused on the after. When he plants his hands on the top of the fence and hops it with little more than his raw strength. His feet hit the ground on your property and his hands leave the fence to settle on your waist, lifting you off your perch to set you back on your feet.

His hands slide off of you, idle touches, his fingers lingering even as you turn to grab Honey's lead. He makes heat bloom over your cheeks, more tactile now that there's something settled between you. There's truly no chance of acting normal around him now.

"Are any of your horses acting..." You fish for the right word, not even sure what you're asking.

"Paternal? No," König shakes his head, a laugh edging into his voice, "they're the same as always."

You try not to feel too crestfallen. They're male horses of course they wouldn't be feeling any different. Poor Honey is the only one suffering for her night of fun. All by her lonesome with her consequences and no idea what went wrong. Left to pick up the pieces of her life when her beau abandons her. He wouldn't care if he knew how badly he hurt her anyway, probably did it on purpose. Ok, maybe you're projecting a little.

"Typical men," You grumble, leading Honey into her stall, "Why should they care when they already got what they want." You put an extra helping of alfalfa into her feeder while König hovers nearby. He seems twitchier than usual, fingers playing with the hem of his bandana like he can't decide what to do with it.

"I would." König says, flinching a little when you turn to blink up at him in confusion.

"What?" You can't figure out what he's responding to, you hadn't really been talking to him. Oh, no, did he think you meant him? His fidgeting makes you think maybe he's taking your bitterness to heart. Your heart hammers in your chest, the wheels spinning as you try to remember what you've told him about your life.

"I'd care, I'd want to be-" He stops himself, rethinks, "If it was me, if it was my baby, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you." You think steam might actually come out of your ears with how quickly you feel your face heat up. Blush popping onto your face like a gunshot.

"What?" You repeat, because you are stuck with your thoughts twirling around the "you" part of that statement. König seems to realize his mistake just as quickly.

"I'm- Please do not look at me right now, Hummelchen." He says like it pains him. You turn back to Honey quickly, lock your eyes on the wall of the barn and try to keep them there. "I misspoke, I was only trying to-"

"Let's focus on Honey." You offer, listening to him isn't helping you calm down your rapid pulse. Is König thinking about babies? You haven't even- Wait, babies? God, he only mentioned the one, why did you have to tack on the 's'?

"Right, Honey." He sighs, almost too happy to have you redirecting the conversation. "I'm a little worried about her," It's all business now, König's hand reaching past you to scratch between her ears, "It's a miracle one of my boys didn't hurt her, but a draft foal is..."

You worry the inside of your cheek between your teeth. You hadn't thought of that. Hadn't thought of how much bigger than Honey her potential Beau must be. She was little more than half their size. You shoot her a look, a very disappointed parental look. How the hell did she manage this? You glance at König's hand, his fingers gentle but so very big. Come to think of it you're sort of in the same position.

"I'll call the vet back and see what she thinks," You glance over your shoulder and up at König, he seems focused on Honey, "Do you, uh, want to be there?"

"Only if you want me there," He doesn't take his eyes off Honey, stroking down her nose with all the care in the world.

"I do." You tell him before you can really think about it. When did König become such a source of comfort for you?

"Then I'll be there." It's good practice, König thinks, good reassurance that he isn't going anywhere, that he'll find every shred of doubt and crush it. He's not a good man by any stretch of the definition, but he's damn sure better than the jackass that left you in the dust.

#könig x reader #könig fanfiction #könig call of duty #cowboy!König #oc: bee #König x oc #Bee thinking about how big König's babies would be #they'd be fucking huge Bee #christ woman this man is trying to wife you up you can't be saying I do around him #use your brain Bee I know you've got one #being around König gives her stupid disease #f!reader #könig x fem reader #König x f!oc

[hina-hina]

König and the reader with the best friends to lovers trope. This trope is 🤌 and I want the fluff and cuteness overload. Maybe the reader is in another unit? Dealer's choice on that one.

This is one of the BEST tropes with König, Thank you for requesting!! I hope you like it!! ヾ(^▽^*)))

I took a couple liberties with this one but I hope you like it nonetheless! Also, a lot of this post is based off his biography from warzone, but of course I could have still gotten stuff wrong so I'm sorry about that!

|| König Having a Best Friends to Lovers Trope With Reader ||

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst,

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

This trope with him is just(❤´艸｀❤)

I imagine that both of you enlisted together

You were the first person he told about his plans to volunteer for the German Armed Forces

You, of course, tell him you are going with him

He tries to talk you out of enlisting but you refuse to let him go alone

You both try to become recon snipers but only you get selected for the platoon

You can tell König is hurt by not being selected due to his size

But he won't dare let you onto this, making sure you know that he's still happy for you

Despite the two of you being in different platoons, you still spend almost all of your off duty time together

You two do missions together often and he loves knowing that you have his back even if he can't see you

Imagine he's in a fight with an enemy and they get the upper hand somehow

A shot rings out, the enemy dropping dead and falling from where he had been pinning König

"I got you, big guy," your voice crackles over the coms

He just swoons

The others on his team would tease him about it and he's is infinitely glad his mask hides his face

Also imagine if the sniper hood he wears was originally yours

Imagine you comforting him after the Urzik hostages were scared of him

So, imagine their so scared of him and they refuse to go with him and you just start yelling at them to get them to go and your tone spurs them into action

Later, he thanks you but says you didn't have to do that

You hug him and say, "They don't know you like I do. Your not scary to me, König."

And that's the moment that it hits him that maybe he doesn't just love you as a friend

He would feel super guilty about this however

You were such a good friend to him and he didn't want to ruin it!

But he couldn't help it, he just realized how pretty you were and how you were always so nice and stuck up for him

Definitely had a whole ass crisis about it

Gets super blushy when you talk over coms because your voice gets super low when your focused

He gets teased a lot by his other teammates

When he gets recruited by KorTac, he is so scared to tell you

I mean, you guys got into this together and he doesn't want to leave you

He would be inclined to turn it down until you convince him to take the opportunity

You would place your hands on his cheeks and smile softly, "We will always be best friends, no matter how far we are from each other. I love you, König."

His heart soars and plumits at the same time because he thinks he just got "friend zoned" but also you said you loved him

So, he end up going but you two have video calls and send letters often

I imagine he confesses after you get hurt

He learns from a member in your platoon that you were shot while on a recon mission and were hurt badly

He immediately asks to take leave to go see you, halfway begging, halfway arguing with his boss

He is eventually granted this and he immediately goes to your bed side, taking your hand into his

He hates seeing you in the hospital bed but he won't move until you wake up

When you do eventually wake up and ask what he's doing there, he can't help but just spill his guts about his feelings

"Bärchen, I was so scared for you. I know we signed up for this and we are going to get hurt, but I just have to tell you, just in case. I love you, more than a friend. You can hate me if you want, but I won't stop loving you. I-I'm sorry."

Your face softens, reaching out a hand weakly to grab his face, "Oh, honey, I could never hate you. I love you too, big guy."

His lip trembles and he just can't resist hugging you anymore, but he's careful to avoid you wound

He stays with you until your released from the hospital and then he stays on leave to take care of you

The two of you collect like rocks or other things you find on the ground to give to each other

Imagine having friendship bracelets from before and you two still wear them after getting together

The two of you share an apartment because there's no point in having two if your going to spend your leaves together anyway

You wishing each other good luck before the other goes on a mission

Likes to hold your hand in public spaces because he gets nervous in crowds

Brags about you and vice versa

People get so confused when you two are together because it's just like, soooo many inside jokes

And König is like a whole new person, way less quiet when your around because you help give him confidence

The two of you catalogging each others scars .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

You two are just a straight up power couple

#cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 imagine #cod mw22 #cod x reader #cod imagine #cod mw 2022 #cod fanfic #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #call of duty #mw2 #modern warfare #warzone #call of duty warzone #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig modern warfare #cod konig #cod #best friends to lovers #x reader #gender neutral reader #call of duty mwii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader #cod modern warfare #activision

[mixes-archive]

👀👀 can I request what könig would do on the battlefield with his s/o and how he would act? or headcanons as to how he'd act if his s/o knew how to speak and write German 👉👈

König on the battlefield Headcanons

Hello there! Those are some really good prompts, I just might make the other one too haha^^ Hope you enjoy!

We all know this man does a complete 180

König never really wanted you to see this side of him, so he tried his best to either completely avoid going on missions with you or keeping a large amount of distance

It bothered you a lot and when you finally confronted him, he couldn't stop apologizing

"Oh Schatz, wenn ich gewusst hätte, dass es dir weh tut hätte ichs dir von Anfang an erklärt."¹

After he explained himself, you just kinda laughed and said you knew how he acted on the battlefield and that you found it kind of funny

Bro when I tell you this man was SHOCKED

So, when you actually do end up going on the battlefield together a few days later, man's stuck by your side the entire time

He was like his usual self in the beginning, but as soon as he shot the first enemy down and he said his iconic line "pick your guts off the floor", it was like a switch had flipped in his head

You finally got to witness him dropping the Hochdeutsch and switching to true austrian german (if you aren't familiar with it, I recommend looking it up on YouTube or TikTok)

"Di oaschlöcher geben net auf" "Soiche voitrottln gibts" "Kum scho Schatz, mach mas fertig"²

If you weren't familiar with this way of talking, it's safe to say you'd be surprised

Also most likely understand even less than when he was speaking german

König would also become much more confident romantically

Has never flirted this much with you before

The stuff he says would border on douchey if he wasn't in a relationship with you

Probably definitely slapped your ass too tbh

He isn't directing any insults at you, but he is being less polite when it comes to correcting your stance/grip or lectures you when you narrowly avoided getting shot

Very protective

"Get out of there, Dirndl! It's too dangerous, I'm coming to pick you up right now."

If you got separated, he would be contacting you every few seconds just to check if you're alive

God help your enemies if you get injured at all

"Where did that scrape come from?" "Relax babe, I just cut my cheek on a branch!" "I will make them pay."

You need to tell him to chill or else this man will continue bugging you until you get home, and then some

Checks on you after missions, constantly asking if you're injured or if you're okay

König becomes a big baby once you get home lmao

Will cuddle you to hell and back (and might hug you so tight you can't breathe)

Honestly, he's just relieved you both made it out alive

¹ "Oh treasure (Schatz is used like 'honey', but this is a direct translation) if I had known that it hurt you, I would've explained it to you from the beginning"

² "Those assholes aren't quitting" "Idiots like that exist" "Come on treasure, let's finish them"

#könig x reader #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #cod x reader #könig call of duty #call of duty

[johns-prince]

I told him: “You know you love your own company. Even Cyn says you go days without speaking to her. She feels a million miles away from you.” John replied: “Ah, but she’s not, is she. She’s in the kitchen putting the kettle on.”

—Tony Barrow, Beatles Book Monthly Magazine, No. 149 (Sept. 1988) [×]

¶

There’s one line in the lyric I don’t really mean: “Well knowing you / You’d probably laugh and say / That we were worlds apart”. I’m playing to the more cynical side of John, but I don’t think it’s true that we were so distant. 

—Paul reads from his new book, The Lyrics (2021). [×]

¶

“I’m kind of expected to say, ‘[John] was a saint, he was always a saint, I remember him as a saint’, but it would be a lie. He was one great guy and part of his greatness was that he wasn’t a saint. He was a great guy but he was pretty sacrilegious. He was pretty up front about it. But it was half the fun.”

—Paul McCartney (c. 1984) in The Dream Is Over: Off The Record 2 by Keith Badman [×]

¶

“John is neither a saint, nor is he a sinner. He was just human, like the rest of us.”

—Cynthia Lennon, answering the question “John Lennon: saint or sinner?” The Independent, July 1999 [×]

¶

“Seeing Lennon focus on Ono rather than him[Paul] was as devastating as it would have been for Cynthia Lennon to witness the couple making love.”

—Peter Dogget, You Never Give Me Your Money. [×]

¶

“Then also we were like married, so you got the bitterness. It’s not a woman scorned this time, it’s two men scorned — probably even worse. And I had to make way for Yoko. My relationship with John could not have remained as it was and Yoko feel secure.”

— Paul McCartney, Interview by Duncan Fallowell in the Chicago Tribune, October 14th, 1984 [×]

¶

“Apart from giving me the courage to break out of my stockbroker belt... Yoko also gave me the inner strength to look more closely at my other marriage. My real marriage. To The Beatles, which was more stifling than my domestic life. Although I had thought of it often enough, I lacked the guts to make the break earlier.”

—Skywriting By Word Of Mouth by John Lennon (pg. 17) [x]

¶

“I still think at the back of John’s mind was this fascination of wanting to get back with the first girlfriend, if you like, and that was to get back with Paul, who he had so much history with.”

—Tony Barrow, The Beatles’ press officer, on the Lennon/McCartney reunion that was never to be [×]

¶

“I mean, I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that, it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship was a strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship, he had to put this other one away. And I understood that. I mean, I couldn’t stand in the way of someone who’d fallen in love. You can’t say, “Who’s this?” You can’t really do that. If I was a girl, maybe I could go out and…”

—April 3rd?, 1985 (Soho Square, London): Paul talks on German television show exclusive about the breakup of the Beatles and his personal breakup with John. [x]

¶

“But Paul was his own man and not afraid of John. In fact, musically and personally, the two were beginning to go in separate directions so perhaps Paul’s visit to me was also a statement to John.”

—Cynthia Lennon, John [×]

¶

“Paul, who believed strongly in the family and in family values, told me that he felt as if it was the Beatles themselves who were heading for divorce, not just John and Cynthia.”

��Tony Bramwell, Magical Mystery Tours [×]

I wanted to end this post with a quote from Cynthia, whether it was from a book or was an answer to a question, about how she simply misses lying in bed with John, and just the two of them talking. This quote from her book John [x] is relevant, but unfortunately I couldn't find the exact quote I wanted.

To accompany the sentiment from John's first wife though, is this quote:

“If John Lennon could come back for a day, how would you spend it with him?” “In bed.”

—Paul McCartney answers questions for Q magazine, 1998 [x]

#anthology of mclennon #mclennon #paul mccartney #cynthia lennon #john lennon #it's not much but it's what i felt i needed to do #point is cyn and paul loved and lost #the meeting of wives #husband and wife #parallels it's the dots I've connected

[cgsf]

Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfiction recs — Leon/Matthew {Part 1}

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"thanksgiving" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 8,954 | Matthew's been parked for less than five minutes when his passenger door opens and a tall, broad guy drops into the seat, illuminated just enough by the cabin light for Matthew to take in his heavy brow, and the sharp line of his nose, the stubbled shadow of his jaw. "Wow, you're handsome," Matthew says, as the door clicks shut, and then, "Wow, you're Leon Draisaitl."

"better than before" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,850 | "Huh," Matthew said, just a huff of sound like he was absorbing it. "You are so fucking into me." Leon could practically hear him smirking, the smug twist of his mouth. "What was your first clue?"

"hand in hand with best laid plans" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,351 | Matthew's standing in the middle of a row of gate seats when Leon sees him. Leon's instinct is to immediately step out of sight so Matthew won't see him, but that seems like an asshole thing to do, and embarrassing to admit to someone after the fact, so he walks over instead, backpack on and duffle over his shoulder. "What happened to you?" Matthew startles visibly, and when he turns to look at Leon he looks as exhausted as Leon feels. "Oh," he says, blandly. "They lost all my shit."

"all your jagged syntaxes" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,305 | Matthew hasn't had a real crush on someone since he was seventeen. He'd gotten over that fast enough. He'll get over this too.

"aligner, rapprocher" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,618 | "This would be easier on a bed," Leon says, right up against Matthew's jaw before he sucks a kiss to the underside of it. "Also, I wouldn't have to see it." Leon only jolts a little, Matthew between his legs where he's got a hip hitched up against the table. They turn their heads together, Matthew already laughing. Leon shrugs. "I didn't think you'd have made it back yet." Connor mmhmms a little judgmentally.

"a good thing you wanted to be true" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 21,047 | Leon knows about Matthew Tkachuk. Everyone knows about Matthew Tkachuk.

"what does daylight look like" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 8,465 | "Bet he'd love to know all the ways his beloved Tkachuk lets me defile him." "Definitely more surprised than an Oilers fan." "I think all of Alberta would be pretty surprised by the things we do to each other."

"collide the spaces that divide us" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 43,848 | Leon rolls the passenger window down and leans over. “You look like shit,” he says, because it’s true. Matthew looks like he spent the entire flight throwing up, face pale and the enormous purple bags forming under his eyes visible even with the mask in place. He’s sweating as he tosses his bag into the backseat, a weird sheen on his forehead that makes something in Leon's gut twist. “No fucking shit,” Matthew snaps back, sliding into the passenger seat and pulling off his mask with a wince. “I’ve been puking from Las Vegas to London.”

"slip under the tongue into translation" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 32,257 | Later, Brady will say it starts as a joke. And later, Matthew will tell him that in German, that would probably be something like es sollte nur ein Scherz sein. Or maybe, nur ein Spaß. He’d have to ask to make sure that’s right. But where’s the fun in that?

"comment for engagement" 🔒 (M) by RippingOffZeppelin | 27,971 | Matthew is made to start a YouTube channel after getting too much bad press to reconnect with the fans and show off the fun side of his hockey. It ends up being an eventful year.

"liebe geht durch den magen" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 6,211 | All Leon wanted were some easy recipes, and instead he got this guy, this – Matthew Tkachuk, alias tkachukycheese, YouTube channel owner by bi-weekly afternoon and dietician who works a lot with school classes by normal profession.

"how's it taste" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,001 | Leon knows how All-Star weekends are supposed to go. You show up, you resent being somewhere cold and miserable instead of warm and full of fruity cocktails, you do stupid trick shots and try to traumatize the league’s best goalies, you get drunk off your ass, you go home. He’s done it once already; nothing this year should be a surprise. Tkachuk is a surprise.

"Sea Change" 🔒 (E) by andthreequarts | 24k WIP | “Wait, is that what’s happening here?” Matthew pushes forward, gets close. “Is that why you were being weird?” “Shut up,” Draisaitl growls, backing up. “Oh no,” Matthew laughs. “This is the funniest thing I’ve heard all week. Leon Draisaitl, an alpha’s alpha. Who would have guessed it, you’re into an omega with barely any scent?”

"your best american girl" 🔒 (E) by cinqmars | 4,675 | “I’m from Cologne,” Leon says, flatly. “Like perfume? Is that why you always smell so good?” Tkachuk asks, eyelashes fluttering, and - woah. What the fuck? “Um,” Leon says, very intelligently. The silence drags on, steadily becoming more uncomfortable. “Just - never mind,” Tkachuk mutters.

"head above water" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 91,131 | In his defense, Draisaitl is distracting. He’s shirtless, and sweaty, and Matthew can see the tan line at the waistband of his Puma shorts. Matthew’s fucked guys who like him less than Draisaitl does. It’s kind of fun. Who knows if Draisaitl would be good in bed, but he’d for sure look good with his clothes off. File that under things not to say out loud.

"we could be reckless" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 12,277 | They get into a scrap in the sixth Battle of Alberta. Leon expects it to end there. It doesn't.

"end to my runnin'" 🔒 (E) by Kerfluffle | 10,268 | “You gonna blow me in that thousand dollar suit?” Matthew asks curiously. “That’s kind of hot.”

"Growing Into Someone" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 49,528 | Matthew had been resigned to waiting out the lockout in Calgary or St. Louis, but when he heard the offer from Cologne he thought it would be nice to get away from the NHL for a bit. He didn't think about Draisaitl until he'd already signed with the team.

"keep me up until the body disagrees" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 3,375 | It's hard to get away from it all in the Edmonton bubble. But Matthew has a bag of weed gummies he paid way too much for, the door to the roof of the JW Marriott is unlocked, and sometimes it's easier to be alone when someone else is with you.

"Muscle Memory" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 25,053 | It is, apparently, October 27th, 2023. Since Matthew only remembers up to about November 2019, this is a problem.

"asking nicely" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 6,892 | They were on the third club by the time Matthew noticed Draisaitl. Matthew was heading to the bar, legs aching in the best way and head spinning with whateverthefuck was in the shots Oshie kept passing out like the World’s Drunkest Santa; Draisaitl was bopping along at the edge of the dance floor, dorky and almost cute with a drink in his hand. Like he had a personality besides the grumpy-bear setting Matthew always got.

"Emergency Contact" 🔒 (T) by blaahaj | 1,847 | “You good, man?” “I just knocked my boyfriend’s tooth out. I’m fucking great. Thanks.”

"running interference" 🔒 (E) by letterstothemoon | 19,014 | Leon knew better than to let Tkachuk’s shitty little sneer get to him. He was a professional, for Christ’s sake, and he was capable of controlling his emotions, no matter how much any one douchebag might try to rile him up— “Eat shit, Tkachuk,” he snarled, then crunched the rat bastard into the boards. Well. Maybe that could’ve gone better.

"already given up on myself twice (third time's the charm)" 🔒 (M) by andthreequarts | 6,321 | "Look," McDavid says. "Brandon Manning's an asshole. You're an asshole too. But I know he didn’t break my collarbone on purpose and I believe you, when you say you didn't hurt Scheifele on purpose either.”

"nothing safe is worth the drive" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 10,712 | So what if Tkachuk missed his plane because he was too busy getting fucked? Just because Leon was doing the fucking doesn’t mean he owes the guy anything.

"(not a) fishbowl love story" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 9,286 | When someone mentioned “media access,” Leon had envisioned the typical pre-game-post-game spiel, maybe some glimpses-into-bubble-life clips. He definitely hadn’t thought of some kind of The-Office-style reality TV.

"if you handed over your body" 🔒 (M) by photovoltaic | 2,712 | If Leon thinks about it in terms of post-game review, here is how he would describe the play: Tkachuk had him against the boards, and Leon tried to shrug him off, and when that didn’t work because the little shit is persistent he had to get creative, and this is how he ended up in the box. Except that the boards were actually the undoubtedly filthy tiled wall of a bar bathroom in Las Vegas.

"all i hear is whistles" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 3,483 | "I don't think you were listening to Yamo's speech enough." "Are you telling me to fuck the mechanical bull?" Nursey flicks Leon's chin. "I'm telling you to try something new.

"over the moon, under the sun" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 12,907 | "But I think it was wearing me down more than I realized, and I think, I don't know, if somehow this had happened when I was still up there, it probably wouldn't have been like this, you know? I couldn't have been good to you. I didn't even know how to be good to myself." Leon tucks his face into the curve of Matthew's shoulder. "You're frighteningly self-aware."

"whatever promises I made" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 359,941 | Matthew Tkachuk meets his fiance for the very first time the day after their engagement is officially announced. Having to get married as some kind of twisted favor so Matthew will get drafted to the Oilers… It’s not a great start to the marriage. But is that really the only reason? Who’s doing who a favor here?

"settle down in the Sunshine State" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 14,666 | It’s 2025. Pending UFA Leon Draisaitl gets traded to the Florida Panthers on a rainy Monday morning. Matthew’s pretty sure it’s the end of his time with the Panthers.

"back to where we lasted" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 34,384 | Leon watches the press conference from a front-row seat, has the dubious honor of listening to Matthew fucking Tkachuk talk about how excited he is to play on Leon's fucking team. A reporter stands up, the lights reflecting off his glasses when he holds his phone up to get Matthew on the record. "How does it feel, Matthew, to come home?"

"brushback" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,639 | The first pitch is low and outside. The second one hits him right on the thigh, 90 miles an hour, hard enough to hurt. Leon sucks air in through his teeth, shaking it off, and takes his base. Matthew is at first. Of course he is.

"glide in a swan dive" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 2,015 | Matthew might not be over his rookie crush on Johnny Gaudreau, but Leon—quite reasonably, he thinks—is not yet over that.

"You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad" 🔒 (T) by puckthisshift | 10,135 | Grad student Matthew Tkachuk’s pathetic crush on the first out NHL player is well-known in the Tkachuk family. Leon Draisaitl has no idea why baby Tkachuk thinks that Leon would need to know that his brother would want to get railed by Leon.

"I can't help myself, I can't break the spell" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 30,981 | Matthew gets into a fight with Draisaitl within hours of Draisaitl’s arrival in Beijing. Somehow the fight doesn’t end the way he expects it to. But it’s not like he minds getting his hands on Draisaitl in a completely different way. No feelings, just sex. That’s just what he needs on his way to the gold medal.

"if I pushed you to the edge" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 9,808 | Just because it’s been a few years of casual hookups doesn’t mean they’re friendly. Just because Tkachuk also has a key to Leon’s place doesn’t mean that they’re anything to each other. It’s convenience, nothing more.

"you're kinda sexy but you're not really special" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 198,588 | Matty’s thrilled to be in college in Edmonton. It’s far enough away from St. Louis that he can live his own life and fuck all the boys he wants. Apparently it’s still not far enough away for him to get away from his Dad’s reputation. This fucking Draisaitl guy hates everything Tkachuk, and Matty most of all. And since Matty’s a self-proclaimed slut, why not have sex with him? At least that way he’s getting something out of this.

"Matthew Tkachuk Friendship Tour, The B-Sides, Part 1" (E) by brinicles | 7,564 | "Good game," Matthew says amicably as a looming curl of grey hoodie and track shorts shoulders past him, the tips of his hair still dark with water. "Go fuck a cactus," Leon spits as he disappears down the hall. Well, he's angry, Matthew absorbs as he loops back the way he came.

"today it's easy" 🔒 (NR) by iceguy | 2,867 | Leon has a beard.

"accoutrements" 🔒 (NR) by stridents | 5,003 | “I just don’t think this is smart,” Connor says, so soft Leon almost doesn’t catch it. “I’m not telling you not to do it, I’m just. I can’t see this ending well.”

"snow and dirty rain" 🔒 (E) by adeleblaircassiedanser | 5,037 | It wasn't that surprising, back when Matthew noticed the initial fixation developing; Draisaitl was objectively more storybook handsome than should really be allowed in an NHL player, and Matthew is shallow.

"Need A Little Sweetness (In My Life)" (M) by puckinghell | 7,120 | Matty grins. “Well, I’ll come back. One day I’ll get you to make me one.” “The day I make you one is the day I spit in it,” Leon snides, before he can think better of it. Connor’s foot connects with his calf hard enough that Leon yelps. Matty just laughs. “You’re hot enough that that’s not really the threat you seem to think it is, Leon.”

"the land between our bodies" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 9,968 | The thing about Tkachuk, annoying as he was, is that they were in the same boat before. Second-best player on a team that should be better. But then he got the fuck out of Alberta to go sit on the beach every day — to start over in a place where the walls weren’t closing in around him — and maybe he’s happy there, so Leon should be happy for him. Or at least he shouldn’t feel the urge to reach into the guy’s sunny new life and fuck it up a little.

"tighten up" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,213 | Leon follows him home after the game. That wasn't the original plan.

"gather your broken lessons and move" 🔒 (E) by rumandwhine | 30,455 | “God, we’re over thirty,” Connor groaned, breaking the tension and ending the stand-off, “you’d think we’d be better at this.” “What,” Leon drawled sarcastically, “about my falling into bed with Matthew Tkachuk – again – after blowing my life up the first time, implied that I’m not great at this?”

"but please (don't) bite" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 52,716 | Leon Draisaitl is unprotected! I repeat, Leon Draisaitl, the first to rack up hundred points in this 2020-2021 season (first again, may I add), is not protected in the upcoming NHL Expansion Draft according to the Protection Lists revealed last night by NHL. How did this happen, you may ask. Honestly, who knows. Isn’t there a no-move clause in his sweet 68-million-dollar contract with the Oilers, you may ask. Yes, starting in July 2022. No help there, buddy.

"i got a bad idea" 🔒 (E) by canoodles | 5,540 | You fuck a guy once at an All-Star Game and he suddenly decides you’re friends now or something. Leon’s life is so hard.

"nutcracker and the rat king" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,135 | Matthew texts him without explanation two weeks before the Oilers come to Calgary. No hello, not that he was expecting one. No explanation, not that he was expecting one. Just a link to Reddit and this u?

"retrograde" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,564 | “You like it here?” Leon asks. “Yeah,” Matthew says. He looks at Fort Lauderdale, lit up below them. “It's warm. It's different. I can wear sandals whenever I want.” “Important,” Leon says, dry, but something in his voice says he gets what Matthew’s trying to say.

"same as it was" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 6,110 | The thing is. The thing is, neither of their teams are doing great, and Leon’s trying so hard. He’s got yet another year of scrabbling for every inch they can gain in the standings. Matthew’s behind him on the points list, but barely. Everyone is entitled to a vice.

"Can you suture my wounds?" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 16,543 | Matthew never wants to talk about why he quit hockey and disappeared, or why he’s not home with his family, or why his hands shake every time his dad’s name lights up his phone.

"Saving the Best for Last" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 100,085 | Leon Draisaitl is not expecting to find love again at forty-three. His playing career is long over, he’s divorced, he’s got a bum hip, his only real asset is about half of a floundering German hockey team. Hell, even his hair isn’t what it used to be.

"i like the way the story ends" (M) by fraudulentzodiacs | 1,276 | “I can’t believe this is how you want to come out.” Leon grumbles, staring at Matty from across his hotel room. Matthew just smirks and holds his hand out, making grabby hands toward Leon.

"okay, yeah, you caught me" 🔒 (T) by anonymous | 6,034 | "Did the doctor send you?" Matthew asks then, his words slightly slurred, the finger with the oximeter attached to it pointing weakly at Leon. "Because, you’re like, hot. Are you a model?" he asks, and gasps softly, eyes wide, "Am I friends with a model?"

"Oil to a Flame" 🔒 (E) by Vivienne_Grey | 47,970 | A simple wager between two rivals was all it was meant to be. Matthew should have known from the beginning that nothing would ever be simple when it came to him and Leon Draisaitl.

"Old Flames Burn Brighter" 🔒 (E) by cisumox | 25,015 | "Do you think I did it on purpose?” Matt wants to know the answer, maybe more than anything else he’s here to do. It doesn’t change anything about the past. He still wants to know. Leon sighs just loudly enough that Matt can hear it across the space between them. “Welcome to Berlin, Matt.”

"found arms to fall right into" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 6,341 | "I thought you had a… date," Brady says slowly and squints his eyes at Draisaitl. But Marns never showed up and Matthew doesn’t know how to admit to his baby brother that he’s a sad sack of shit who has to go out alone and drink his stress away, so he grabs Draisaitl’s hand instead and says, very firmly: "Yes."

"Might As Well" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 4,940 | In a city like New York, with its sea of anonymity, where hockey is just one of many sports and no one gives a shit about some guy on some team up in Canada, Leon can let himself indulge a little. There’s a club in Greenwich that he goes to sometimes to let off steam—it used to be whenever he was in town, which was generally for their East Coast road trip if they had a day off in NYC and maybe in the offseason if he happened to be passing through the area.

"A Reunion, a Beginning, and the Thief of Awkward Silences." (M) by puckedup | 3,317 | It's November 12th and Leon figures out what he's been missing.

"Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time" 🔒 (E) by andthenextday | 10,398 | “Did you two call each other beforehand?” Yamo asks, laughing. “Is this like an Elf Fight Club?” Leon ignores him, keeps glaring at Tkachuk. It’s three days before Christmas Eve, they’ve all got one more game before the holiday break and it’s fucking wild that Tkachuk doesn’t have better shit to do than drive three hours to crash an Oilers’ Christmas party. But now that Leon’s really thinking about it, that’s absolutely something he’d go out of his way to do.

"die Blümchenkrone" 🔒 (E) by soupbowlfulofsins | 4,151 | They have been touching all night. But feeling Matt’s thigh pressed against his own is new and strange. Not uncomfortable, but it puts him on edge. He doesn’t move away, though, even surrounded by other players. It’s not the kind of place he’d expect to hook up. Worst of all, he’s fucking into it.

"wanna be felled by you, held by you" 🔒 (T) by softzindagi | 1,796 | Leon is quiet, letting Matty’s words hang between them. They listen to the other breathe and it’s good, having some semblance of that they’re together. He knows Leon is concerned, has been since he got hit and Leon had to watch him wobble off the ice like that on his TV screen. Matty hasn’t felt better since.

"stay by my side and never let go" 🔒 (E) by softzindagi | 2,549 | It's Leon's last night in the bubble, and Matty comes to comfort. [deleted]

"like a tidal wave (i'll make a mess)" 🔒 (E) by nolanpatty | 2,123 | “Maybe,” Leon says, digging his heels into the ground, “If you’d learn not to play dirty just to get a win, you’d actually be where you wanted to be.”

"oh my lover, my love" 🔒 (G) by jamiemoriartys | 17,934 | “You went to Peru to drink tea?” “Yes.” “Psychedelic tea!” someone yells from the background, and the line rustles like Mitch’s phone is pressed against his clothing for a hot second. Matthew thinks it’s Auston. “Was that Auston?” he asks as soon as the line clears. Mitch makes a noise that’s somewhere between upset and incredulous, and he goes, “Hey, you’re the one who went to Peru to do drugs with Draisaitl, don’t try to change the subject.” “Davo’s a fucking gossip, man.”

"all I want for Christmas is you" 🔒 (T) by Mere_Sprite1847 | 799 | For the prompt: Character A is humming Christmas songs all the time and Character B is annoyed but then Character A catches Character B humming one later.

"i’ve been asking about you too" 🔒 (T) by getpucked | 3,060 | “He talks about you a lot,” Connor says, knowing he wouldn’t have to specify who ‘he’ is. “You act so different,” he begins, handling the puck with perfect precision and shooting it in the middle of the net from half ice, just to limit distractions. Matt knows better than to think he’s showing off. “Around him, off the ice. Like he makes you anxious.”

"shitty how you waste love (how i waste love)"🔒 (T) by anonymous | 16,820 | “Leo,” Connor sounds exasperated. “You’re not going to take Matthew out to a date as a bet.” “Don’t worry, Davo, Matty won’t go out with him, no fuckin’ way,” Matts grins into his beer, elbows taking too much space on the table, and Leon has to fight the urge to push them, paint the rest of his light shirt with beer, too. But he just grits his teeth together. “Fuckin’ watch me.”

"land locked blues" 🔒 (M) by injuriouscalm | 3,717 | Leon wonders if Matthew wants him to leave. If this was Calgary, he would leave. If this was Edmonton, Matthew would do whatever he wants. Leon would let him. He wonders just how much Matthew’s really changed, beyond the new tan and the new team and the new house and the soft smile instead of saying anything back.

"winter" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 4,782 | The thing about being in the leadership core is that when a game gets delayed by a massive snowstorm for "the safety of the fans" and someone in PR starts a sentence with, "You know what would be fun," Leon's not allowed to run away. Leon would really like to be able to run away.

"(But I Still Want That) Your Savage Love"🔒 (E) by crookedsilence | 8,140 | If pressed, Leon could probably give the exact breakdown of sex with Tkachuk. It’s become a routine, and he hates it. But he doesn’t hate Tkachuk.

"all taking and no giving" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 3,129 | In the small room behind that one, Leon finds Matthew Tkachuk leaning against the wall. He’s got a towel draped around his shoulders, half-covering the ripped up neck of his shirt, his cheeks are still pink from exertion, and he’s grinning. Leon wants to slam him against the wall and kiss him until he whimpers.

"sweet like honey" 🔒 (T) by loreli | 3,630 | “Hey, twenty-nine. Lookin’ good.” Matthew Tkachuk’s got a new chirping tactic. It’s surprisingly effective.

"Snapshots" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 11,158 | Matthew's summers are always busy, traveling from one end of the world to the other for photo shoots. This one's in Cologne, hardly the most exotic location, but there's a castle so that's cool and also a very hot, though rather grumpy, guy whose picture he's supposed take. Too bad the guy looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"give me the face - serve you the body" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,352 | “You wanna go tonight?” Matthew asks lowly, so the media doesn’t hear. Draisaitl gives him a flat stare that means what. “Rematch,” Matthew elaborates. “One on one. Mano a mano. You win and I won’t touch a hair on Mickey-D’s precious head next game.” “If you win?” Matthew laughs and slaps Draisaitl on the shoulder like they’re friends. “We both know I’m not gonna win, buddy.”

"the words i speak are wildfires and weeds" 🔒 (M) by Lekonib | 4,680 | “I don’t tell you how to play your game, don’t try to tell me how to play mine.” Matthew says. He’s also taken a step away. Leans back against the chain link mesh of the storage cage, apparently unbothered by the soot and dirt that’s probably built up there. “Just because I pissed him off doesn’t mean he has to start punching the back of my head. I’m fine, by the way, thanks so much for asking.” His voice is casual again but it sounds more forced than it did at the beginning of all this.

"ring of fire" 🔒 (NR) by injuriouscalm | 687 | “Matthew,” Leon says again. Again. Soft. Like he thinks Matthew’s there on the other end of the line. White noise, the rest of the world’s hum from here. White noise like the carbonated background of anything outside of your name being spoken aloud. The voicemail ends. Real silence, then. Flat and vacuum-sealed shut.

"they are separate things (pretty pretty pretty things)" 🔒 (E) by notevenaflyersfan | 7,904 | Every time Leon thinks about Matthew Tkachuk over the course of one year, and the consequences.

"Teach me to be shy" 🔒 (NR) by anonymous | 6,240 | He bites his tongue, keeps all the words he wants to say trapped behind his teeth. And when Leon hugs him goodbye, if Matthew squeezes a little tighter and holds on a little longer than he probably should, well. Leon doesn’t say anything about it.

"home by now" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 102,331 | The first big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that the St. Louis Blues trade for Leon Draisaitl. The second big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that Calgary Flames captain Matthew Tkachuk hits the free agent market.

"cut" 🔒 (T) by daisysusan | 2,094 | Leon doesn’t realize until the handshake line that Matthew’s bleeding from the face.

"I’m under control (till you’re in front of me)" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 9,752 | It starts kind of backwards, to be honest. But then again, nothing involving Matthew Tkachuk is ever normal, so he’s not sure why he’s surprised.

"the kids are alright" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 65,465 | In which Matthew Tkachuk is an elementary school teacher, Leon is tired of everyone around him getting married and producing offspring, and PR truly does facilitate public relations. Emphasis on the relations.

"how lovely are thy branches" 🔒 (M) by quadratics | 5,271 | “What is it about my family that makes us so damn irresistible to you Germans?”

"wrong when it's right" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 5,682 | Leon is drunk. Which—glancing around the locker room—plenty of guys aren’t sober, and for that matter Matthew isn’t either, but Leon is among the drunkest. Maybe the drunkest. Not sloppy, really, but it’s obvious in his loose movements and the way he smiles. And to think, Matthew thought he was going to forget how much he knew about Leon’s body.

"Edmonton 10" 🔒 (E) by Helenish | 3,485 | Stupid, stupid to fuck a guy on another team, a guy you were supposed to hate, stupid to fuck a guy as elite and recognizable as Leon, just shit for brains dumbfuck stupid, Matthew told himself a hundred times.

"(come on, come on, come on) get through it" 🔒 (E) by Anonymous | 8,909 | Matthew knows what Leon wants. That much has always been true. Has been true since the first time Leon curled his fingers into Matthew's hair and said, look at me. It’s the specific nuances of how he wants, where Matthew gets tripped up. Sometimes Matthew can’t tell whether Leon wants Matthew to look at him or whether he just wants to make Matthew look.

"time to spark it" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,039 | "Leon." Matthew says. He can't remember wanting someone like this before, never in his life, like without them he'd explode. Leon is six-plus feet of warm skin and Matthew wants to ruin him. "Leon," he says again. "I promise I'll still hate you in the morning."

"weightless under sun" (E) by keyshui | 7,752 | Matthew was taught in childhood that gender is a boundary never to be crossed. And then he puts on eyeliner.

"For The Glory" 🔒 (T) by HollowMachines | 6,843 | “The Panthers won the cup! The Panthers have won the Stanley Cup!” Matthew’s on his knees, hands out wide as he slides across the ice, sweaty, exhausted, still staring up at the scoreboard. They did it. They fucking did it. They won the cup.

"only fools rush" 🔒 (E) in by bropunzeling | 94,867 | All of a sudden Matthew has to stop talking because this isn't just a joke. He's saying vows. The kind that are supposed to be, well, sacred. Meaningful, or something, if he were doing this right. He’s not doing this right, though. He’s doing this with Leon fucking Draisaitl, in Las Vegas at midnight, all in order to win a six pack and, hopefully, suck the guy’s dick.

"fangs of wanting" 🔒 (M) by iceguy | 1,454 | Matt’s down a tooth and Leon had nothing to do with it.

"dumb conversations, we lose track of time" 🔒 (T) by Authumnder | 2,533 | matthew_tkachuk: Rip I was always into you / drat_29: ? worst confession ever / matthew_tkachuk: You are not dead ? / matthew_tkachuk: I lied / matthew_tkachuk: You are nothing to me

"some kind of joke" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,028 | Officially, the post-game player exchange is a chance for the two teams to meet briefly after the game and communicate about any issues between them that arose on the ice. The public line is that it’s supposed to help get any feathers that were ruffled during the game unruffled via respectful dialogue. Talk it out, clear the air, sit together and chew the fat. Inter-team conflict management at its finest and most appropriate. In Matthew’s experience, sometimes the guy does just want to chat and look at his phone until about the right amount of time has passed. But mostly not.

"took it as a taunt" (E) by keyshui | 8,788 | “And what do I get if I win?” Draisaitl looks dangerous, sharp and confident and cocky in nothing but his skates, under armor, and pads. “Loser has to wear a WAG jacket to the winner’s play-off games.” Matthew can’t deny the appeal of seeing Leon Draisaitl in Calgary red and yellow with Matthew’s name written across his shoulders in thick letters. It makes his mouth go dry, and he licks his lips, watches the way Draisaitl tracks the movement.

"bleed just to know you’re alive" (E) by keyshui | 5,053 | Leon and Matthew are both self-destructive men.

"Mulligan" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 8,559 | mulligan - (n.) A second chance, usually after the first chance was missed due to bad luck or a blunder.

"preference" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 42,974 | Tapping someone for the winner's room once is just hockey. Twice, that's just a coincidence. But this thing with Draisaitl might be turning into a pattern for Matthew.

"take your claws (dig them into the concrete)" 🔒 (E) by AndThenBurnTheAshes | 7,200 | Sometimes he doesn't want to be Matthew Tkachuk, rat bastard, the league's most hated, out in front of the house where his parents are sleeping.

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[darling2411]

Days like these

Not my gif

Mick Schumacher x reader

summary: On summer break you visit Mick's family in Switzerland with him.

warnings: none

word count: 3.3k

The wheels of the plane smoothly connect with the ground and at the same time your heart begins beating frantically. The whole flight over you had nervously nibbled on your bottom lip and squeezed your boyfriend's hand to literal death.

“Love, calm down. There’s nothing you need to worry about.” Mick sends you a reassuring smile.

You grimace “ Mick, what if I behave like a complete idiot? What if your mom doesn’t like me and wants you to break up with me? What if your sister despises me? What if I make a complete fool out of myself because I know absolutely nothing about Switzerland or Germany's culture and language and stuff?!” You are so concerned that Mick's family will not like you and once again are trapped inside your mind who has officially entered overthinking modus.

“They are going to love you.” He responds calmly. “How do you know?” You ask, catching his gaze. Your eyes are filled with worries and confusion.

“Because I love you simply as that.“

Mick couldn’t understand how someone as wonderful as you could think that there's someone who wouldn’t like you. When he looks at you his heart overflows with love. His veins get filled with sunshine and happiness and his eyes start to shine like the stars he would gift you if he could. He often tells you that you are the bane of his existence. With all that has happened and everything that is going on is his life you’re his saviour.

You sigh. His word may have given you some peace but the doubts are still raising hell in your mind. You try to take a deep breath and draw a mental door where you shove them behind and shut it close with force. You imagine that you lock the door and only you have the power to open it again. The thoughts and nagging doubts have no power over you.

You smile at the silence in your head and turn to Mick who’s already looking at you.

“Ready to go, Schatz?“

“Will you ever tell me what this word means?” You lean closer to him, a wicked grin playing on your lips.

“No. It’s my little secret.” He winks and you’re allowed to be at the receiving end of his dazzling smile.

Grasping your chin, he tilts your head up and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss ended far to soon and when you break apart you are already craving for more.

“ Come on, we gotta go. My mums probably already waiting.” He trails of.

The whole process of getting out of the plane and receiving your bags you hold onto his hand, never letting him go. You’re in a new country, a place you've never been before and a country where you don’t speak the language. You will not lose the one person you know and who will save you if something happens.

Mick is the perfect gentleman. He carries your luggage for you, opens the car door for you and is always asking if everything is okay. You just need to love him. And when some guys recognized him and ran over to ask him for pictures and autographs he never let go of you and made sure you weren’t shoved aside or treated rudely.

As much as you’re his saviour, he’s your hero.

You never feel like you’re somewhat of a burden to him.

The drive to his family’s house is short and filled with him pointing out places where he grew up and made memories with his family and friends.

On the radio the people speak German and you only understand little pieces.

Words like ’gut’ good or ’wunderbar’ wonderful.

Mick often chuckles at some things that the moderator or callers tell but when you look at him expectantly he grimaces and points out that if he tried to translate it, the joke would be lost and it wouldn’t be funny anymore. “M’ sorry, Liebling.” He squeezes your hand lovingly but you smile at him and say that he doesn’t have to worry about it. And he doesn’t. Yes it’s a little inconvenient that you don’t understand his native language, but you make it work.

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The peace you felt just moments prior is replaced with nervousness and you fiddle with the arrow necklace you got as a one year anniversary gift from Mick as soons as he pulled into his parents driveway. The thought behind the necklace is that an arrow can only be shot by pulling it backwards. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means it's going to launch you into something great.

Anyway we digress.

You arrived at his parents house. It is beautiful.

Before Mick could ring the doorbell, the entree is being pulled open by a woman seeming to be not much older than the pair of you. His sister Gina-Maria.

“Awww Hallo großer.” ( großer is a term of endearment that mostly mothers use for their sons in the German language, literally translates to big one.) she greets him before pulling him into a bone crushing hug. “Ich habe dich vermisst.“ I missed you she murmurs.

When they part Mick tries to introduce you but before he could even get one word out his sister is already all over you.

“Oh und wer bist du?“ Oh and who are you? Mick beat you to answering her question “Das ist meine Freundin [y/n].” That’s my girlfriend [y/n] He says proudly, smiling at you widely. You smile and wave shyly. “ Hi”

“Sie spricht kein Deutsch.“ she doesn’t speak German he quickly adds.

“Ah no problem,” Gina-Maria announces,” all of us speak English so there should be no language barriers.”

You feel something heavy lifting off your chest and relief replaces the feeling of nervousness.

“That’s great. “ You smile genuinely.

“We’ll let’s get inside, Mama wants to meet you really bad. She’s going to be so excited.”

“Yeah I feared that that would be the case.” Mick leans toward you, whispering in your ear. “ I just want to apologize beforehand, my mum is going to talk your ear off.” He chuckles. The sound of his chuckle and wave of air hitting the sensitive skin of your neck and ear make you shiver and close your eyes in pleasure.

“No problem.” You whisper,” I’m prepared.”

He takes your hand and leads you into the living room. Everything is held in warm comforting colours and you immediately feel at home.

“Hello dear.” His mum greets you.” Wow, you really are beautiful. My son didn’t exaggerate when he told me you are the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on.” With that she pulls you into a loving hug. You laugh heartily.

What you don’t see is that Mick is blushing furiously behind your back and sends his mom a glare.

“Oh Mick Ich bin doch nur ehrlich.“ I’m only being honest she laughs.

“Mmh ” he responds, rolling his eyes.

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The first encounter with his family went over smoothly and you not once felt uncomfortable.

His mother and sister had taken you to the little town to buy groceries for dinner and ran into a lot of people they know. It was nice getting to know people Mick grew up around and you felt welcome at all times.

When Gina-Maria saw the look of confusion on your face she always translated the conversation for you as good as possible and you were really thankful for what she did. You even learned a new word. ’Grüezi‘ ( A greeting In Switzerland).

In the store the three of you bought a lot of food and wine and you were looking forward to trying the Swiss cheese and chocolate Mick was always gushing about.

When you got back Corinna suggested that she could start preparing dinner and you ‘kids’ could relax and make yourself comfortable.

“Oh no we can help.” You offered.

”Ja Mama, wir werden nicht faul rumsitzen.” She turns toward you,”Can you get Mick? He will also help, before we left he said he was getting your room set up . “ yes mom, we will not sit around lazily.

You nod and make your way upstairs into yours and Mick's room for the days you’re staying.

You silently open the door and find him sitting on his bed.

“Mick?” You ask, “ your sister asked me to get you, we’re all gonna help your mom in the kitchen.” You hear him sniffing.

“Love? Is everything alright.” You ask again concern lazing your voice, while making your way over to him.

When you get a clearer look at him, you see him clutching a picture frame tightly in his hands and single tears sliding down his face. You crouch in front of him and ask him what’s wrong.

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin everyone’s mood, but on days like these I really miss my dad.”He looks down at what you assume must be a picture of him and his dad and then he takes your hand in his,” he would have really liked you.” He smiles a sad smile and your heart breaks for him.

“Oh Mick.” You stand up and take his face into your hands, stroking his cheeks lovingly. “I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but please know that I'm always here for you. ”As you lean down and kiss him on the forehead he breaks. He pulls you in close by your waist and buried his face in your chest. His sobs almost make you cry. His body is shaking in agony and you try to calm him down by stroking his hair and whispering that everything is going to be alright and that you love him.

After a while he stops sobbing but his body is still shaking.

You pull his hands from your waist and push him back a little until you can sit in his lap. His face is pressed against your neck now and you can feel tears wetting your skin, but you don’t complain. How could you?

After another five minutes, Mick detaches himself from you and kisses you gratefully.

“Thank you” he says silently.

“Nothing to thank me for.” You kiss him again, deeper this time. He groans and presses closer. His tongue traces the seam of your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan. He tastes salty like the tears he cried and desperate to forget his sorrows.

His hands wander to your bum and squeeze while one of your hands is tugging on his hair and the other holds onto his shirt.

Soon you're moving your hips on top of his and he moans in pleasure. “You feel so good grinding on my dick.” He voices.

You can only moan , the pleasure making you dizzy and unable to form words.

But before your little make out session can devolve into something you two definitely shouldn’t be doing with his mother and sister in the house, the door opens and his sister barges in.

You gasp in shock and Mick lifts his head from where he was just sucking your skin mere seconds ago.

“Aha, that’s what’s been keeping you from coming back downstairs. Mick you horny bastard.”, she scowls,” Get your hands off her and come down to help Mama.”

Mick huffs and gives his sister an annoyed look before kissing you again, telling you he’s sorry without words. Then he lifts you from his lap and stands up himself.

“Ugh you’re disgusting.” Gina groans. “Before you face Mama you should take care of your problem.” She fake gags before turning around and leaving.

You’re as red as a tomato and turn to look at Mick mortified. He’s adjusting himself and says, sounding more questioning than sure ” well at least it wasn’t my mother?” You chuckle embarrassed before shaking your head and leaving the room.

Mick on the other hand needs to take two more minutes before he can follow you.

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You and Mick's mother are in the kitchen and the soft music in the background paints a sweet, domestic picture.

While you’re chopping vegetables for the salad Mick gets the grill going and his sister is setting up the table.

“Does he treat you well?” Mick's mother asks you out of the blue and disrupts the comfortable silence.

You stop cutting a cucumber and look up. “Yes, he’s the best.” You smile at the thought of your sweet,loving boyfriend.

“You raised him well.” You chuckle.

“I better have.” Corunna laughs with you.

“Schatz? Can you pass me everything that needs to be grilled?” Mick asks when he steps into the kitchen.

“Course” you hand him two plates and follow him outside with another one.

When you come back inside you are met with Corinna looking at you with teary eyes.

Your eyes widen and you immediately ask what’s wrong.

”The nickname.” she stutters.

You frown and she explains “His Dad, uhm he he always called me that. Mick always grinned when he did. In English you’d probably say darling. The literal translation is treasure, because you're his most prized possession. “

You gulp and clear your throat,” That’s uhm that’s really beautiful.” You try hard not to let a tear fall.

“He’s so much like his dad.” Corinna smiles.

“Well I wouldn’t know that, but I know that he’s as strong as his mother.” You give her a hug and she tells you that Mick’s really lucky to have you.

I’m lucky to have him, you think.

“Well that’s enough sentimental stuff for today, let’s enjoy our time together.” She tries to sound upbeat, but you can hear that she's still reminiscing about the times with Michael. You decide not to say anything. When you two are finished you join the Schumacher siblings outside who are again bickering. Corinna scowls” Kinder, hört auf euch zu streiten und kümmert euch lieber darum, dass wir etwas zu essen auf den Tisch bekommen.” Kids , come on, stop arguing. You should rather make sure that we get some food on the table soon. “Ja Mama.” They both say in usion and you chuckle. “What are you laughing at babe?” Mick questions you, a grin playing on his lips. He loves having you home with him. Yes he may be sad that his dad cannot meet you, but he loves that you’re comfortable with his family and that they really like you, not that he has ever thought differently.

He wanted this with you. A family. He’s possibly going too fast because you're only together for a year and a half. But he makes his money by driving too fast, so why should he slow down with you? His job is dangerous and he knows that there are risks with everything but he doesn’t want to waste any time with you. He loves you and you love him, so what is stopping him from taking what he wants?

“Oh you and your sister are just,” you sigh,” I always wanted that. “ you pull him from his thoughts.

“I know, Liebling.” He pulls you into his side and kisses the top of your head. You look at him with hearts in your eyes and he swears he wants to fall on his knees for you.You look at him as if he gives you the world, and if he could he would. “God, baby, you gotta stop looking at me like that.” He mumbles into your hair.

“What do you mean?” You ask innocently.

He pulls you closer to his body.

“You look at me like I’m the center of your world.”

You laugh” Yeah, because you are.”

“I want to kiss you so bad right now, but I can’t. Because if my mom sees how I kiss you, she knows what unholy things I’m going to do to you when we’re alone later. “ You whimper silently. Goosebumps coating your skin and your body’s aching for him. He wants you so badly, but he can’t have you. Not here. Not now. Later he promises himself and you through a look he sends you. Later he will take whatever he wants and you're going to willingly give him everything.

“Mickilein stop flirting with your girlfriend and come and put some meat on the table.”

“I don’t need to flirt with her, she’s already my girlfriend.” He smirks at you and gives you a chaste kiss. He mutters something like “Nervensäge” ( A word to describe someone who’s a pain in your ass) into the direction of his sister before walking over to the barbecue and starting to put the finished food on a plate.

You take a deep breath and sit down opposite his mom who gives you a knowing look. “You can’t resist their charm.” She states and you shake your head. “We’re defenseless.”you announce dramatically before breaking out into a fit of giggles. Corinna following suit.

Dinners fantastic and you four have a great time. Corinna and Gina-Maria take turns telling embarrassing stories about Mick and sometimes throw in some stories of him and his dad too. Your boyfriend hides his face in his head many times to not show he’s blushing but you know and takes his hands away from his beautiful face to kiss his red cheeks. “ I love you.” At some point his mother and sister even pulled out one of the photo albums from Mick's childhood and you’re swooning over the cute images of him.

“That’s my favourite picture of him and his dad.” Corinna admits wistfully. In the photograph, Mick is sitting on his fathers lap in a kart,wears his helmet and smiles brightly.Mick and Gina look at their mum and they share a pained look. Gina hugs her mother from the side and Mick kisses the top of her head. “Wir habe dich lieb Mama.“ we love you mom

Corinna turns to the next page and ends the sad moment with a laugh at the next photo of Mick and his sister throwing mud at each other.

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“Thank you for the beautiful day.” You spoke to Corinna and Gina-Maria before telling them good night and joining Mick in bed. You snuggle close to him, your head on his chest and one of your legs thrown over his. He smiles into the darkness of his childhood bedroom and kisses the top of your head. Loving how you always wanted to be close to him when you slept.

“I love your family.” You murmur and his smile grows.

“And they love you. “ he can feel you grinning into his chest. “I hope you’re not disappointed but I’m really tired. Can we delay the hot sex to tomorrow?” you ask while trying to fight a yawn.

“Of course, Schatz. All the talks about my dad also kinda have the same effect as too much whiskey. No boners for us .” He chuckles.

“Well we will see about that in the morning, baby.” You laugh and he pinches your bottom in response.

“Oh, by the way your mom explained to me what Schatz means and why you call me that. I want you to know that I now love it even more than before.” You admit to him. He strokes your hair, takes a deep breath and out of the blue he whispers

“Marry me.”

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[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Hello! For the love letter- my name is Claire, I’m a female and my pronouns are she/her. Could you possibly write for Grant??

Thanks again!! 🩵

CLAIRE MY LOVE!! I'm so so sorry this took forever 🫠 Here it is tho! One (1) love letter from the adorable Chuck Grant! I may or may not have stolen a couple details you mentioned from your ship a while back 😂 Hope you like it 🥰❤️

31 January, 1945

My adorable Claire!

How are you? How has your day been? I miss you more than words could possibly say. Thinking about you was the only thing that got me through the cold nights in Bastogne - I thought about those nights when we would sit in front of our fireplace and share a hot chocolate. I will never forget the night we opened your letter of acceptance to medical school, we were so excited we spilled the hot chocolate all over the letter!

We just moved from Bastogne to a place called Haguenau. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but it beats sleeping in a foxhole in the snow every night. We’ve been hearing rumors that the war is starting to wind down - I’m so afraid of having false hope, but I can’t stop myself from being excited to come home to the love of my life. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again, to laugh at the ridiculous jokes that only we understand, to have lazy mornings and adventurous days with you. 

I think what I miss the most is getting to have dinner with you at the end of the day. I always knew, no matter how awful of a day I had, that I was coming home to you - Claire, you are my home. I love getting to just sit with you and hear about your day - how your job went, what the traffic was like on the way home, who you ran into at the post office, my darling I could listen to you talk for hours.

They’re sending some of us out on a patrol tonight to get some German prisoners - I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling in my gut about it. The war is almost over, do we really need to risk our lives again over something as menial as gathering up a couple of Germans to interrogate? I don’t understand it at all, and I’m worried it’s not going to end well.

I think that is all of the updates I have for you, my love. How is medical school going? Are your professors treating you alright? I’m still so proud of you - I know you worked your ass of to get where you are today. I’m pretty sure the boys here are tired of hearing me talk about you.

I will write to you again as soon as I can, Claire. I love you more than you can imagine. Please be sure to take care of yourself, and don’t have too much fun while I’m gone!

Your’s always,

Chuck

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[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x reader - what I should have done

Part two:

Standing in your office, you looked at the few others that were in there and you glared at them.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Directors orders, he doesn’t trust these lot to be unattended, given the mortality rate in the town, and that they seem to be in the middle of everything and he wants somebody on the inside reporting to him.”

You shook your head.

“I’m not going.”

“You don’t have a choice, we’ve already sorted your house out, plus wouldn’t it be nice for the kids to get to know their dad?”

“That’s uncalled for, you can’t bring them into this, it’s a fucking recon mission not a damn family get together.”

Rhodes sight, coming to stand next to you.

“We just want more information about the slayer and the witches, that’s it. Simple follow and gather.” One of them sighed.

“You heard (Y/N), she’s not going and that’s final.”

“Oh go be a good lapdog for somebody else!” An agent snapped at him.

Rhodes stormed forward, grabbing the relatively new agent he slammed him into the wall, nearly putting him through it.

You looked at them and looked to the one you were speaking too.

“You’ve got a better chance since you know the watcher, you leave in a few days, and you’re to tell them they have no choice, they will comply or be arrested.”

You sighed, seeing you didn’t have a choice in any of this.

So by the end of the day you found yourself in Sunnydale, standing inside your new house while the twins ran around exploring.

“This is so shit…”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. At least you have me for a roommate.” Rhodes grinned.

“Oh yeah, that’s great. You can handle the twins when they’re awake at night then.”

He raised his hands, backing away from you.

“Your kids, not mine.”

You laughed, and looked down when you felt yourself get tackled.

Reaching down, you picked up the little girl, running a hand over her brown hair.

“Hey babygirl, what’s up?”

“Can we go outside…?”

You looked out the window.

“I’m sorry but you can’t, it’s dark outside, but tomorrow we’ll go outside all day, yeah?”

She nodded quickly and you kissed her head, setting her back on the ground so she could go run after her brother.

“Iris and Gabriel seem to like it here at least, and Rebel seems fine.”

You looked over at the German shepherd in the corner.

“Rhodes, Rebel couldn’t care less where we go, as long as he can be with the twins he’s pretty happy wherever.”

As the next day came around, and you found yourself outside in the sun, you had Gabriel on your back while Iris was dragging Rhodes around.

Rebel happily padded along next to you, his tail wagging slightly as he explored his new town.

You felt Gabriel tap your head and you stopped so you could look at him.

“What’s up sweetheart?” You asked.

“Magic shop! Do they sell magic?” He asked.

You looked towards the magic box and sighed quietly, making your way over to Rhodes.

He glanced at the shop, and looked at you.

“You think it’s a smart idea?”

“I may hate his guts, but he’s got a right to meet his kids at least.”

Rhodes shrugged.

“He was a dick, he left them. He left you.”

“Rhodes, Gabriel wants to see if they sell magic, how can I say not to his little face? I might as well introduce them while I’m there.”

“I don’t.. that’s not how magic works..”

He gestured to your son.

“Are you really going to tell my sweet little boy that? Are you going to break his little heart?”

Rhodes rolled his eyes and walked over to the shop, letting Iris and Rebel run in, then let you and Gabriel go in before following you.

“Do they sell magic mama?” Gabriel asked.

“Yes baby, they sell magic.”

He gasped and you set him on the floor.

“Remember you two, don’t pick up anything, we don’t want to break things.”

“Yea mama!” The yelled.

Rebel followed them, and you pointed to Rhodes so he would trail behind them and you walked to the counter, hitting the bell.

You heard the British man call out that he would be there in a moment and you looked at the woman who looked at you.

“You’re the one who pointed a gun at us all.”

“And you’re an ex demon, are we stating the obvious?” You asked.

“You’re not allowed here, I won’t serve you.”

“Great, I’m not here to buy anything. Tell the British asshole to get the hell out here.”

She huffed, crossing her arms.

“(Y/N), you.. you’re here..” he whispered.

“This isn’t exactly a social call, we need to talk.”

He nodded, gesturing to the back room and you followed him, leaning against the doorframe.

“What is it? Is everything alright?”

“I’ve been sent here to watch you all, report back to shield, ensure that you’re not a threat. This isn’t an option you get a say in. Let’s call it a curtesy call, just a forewarning.”

He furrowed his brows.

“I.. I don’t understand what this has to do with us? Why do you need to watch us?”

“Ex demon, witches, funky business happening in this town, the slayer? It’s all pretty self explanatory, all I’ve been told is watch you, if you refuse I get to arrest you and throw you in a dank hole for the rest of your life.”

Giles sighed, slowly nodding his head.

“I see… so this is just business?”

You turned around, making your way back to the door.

“Exactly.”

You stopped, and you turned around.

“I do owe you something however, so this is your one chance, follow me.”

Giles trailed after you, and you made your way to the table where the two children were climbing all over the people sat at it while Rhodes tried to grab them.

“Come on you two your mom is going to kill me! Stop climbing on them!”

“Play tag!” Iris giggled.

“Tag!” Gabriel cheered.

Willow and Tara laughed a little as Iris stood on the table, jumping up and down, and Gabriel was trying to pull Buffy away from her chair.

“You two know it’s rude to climb on people, Gabriel stop trying to pull the poor girl from her chair.”

He stopped and ran over to you, jumping into your arms and you picked him up, holding him upside down.

Walking over, you passed him to Rhodes and he laughed, as Rhodes held him by the legs, letting him swing himself back and forth.

Walking to the table you swept Iris into your arms, letting her sit on your shoulder.

Giles looked at the two children, he immediately recognised them from the photo he had framed in his living room.

He walked over to the table, asking them all to leave for a short while and they quietly slipped out, and he closed the shop before walking back over.

“Do you guys want to meet somebody very important?” You whispered.

They quickly nodded and you set Iris on the floor, Rhodes setting Gabriel on the floor, and you took their hands.

Pulling them aside you knelt down in front of them, helping Iris brush some dirt from her dress and you smiled.

“Do you remember when I told you that your dad had gone away for work, and that’s why you couldn’t see him?”

“He wears funny glasses.” Gabriel said.

You laughed softly, nodding your head as your remembered the photo you would show them so they’d know his face.

“Yeah, he does. Well, your dad lives here, in this town, he owns this shop, would you like to meet him?”

The two quickly nodded their heads.

“Is he nice?!” Iris whispered yelled.

“He is, he’s the sweetest person ever.”

You took their hands and led them over to Giles, and he crouched down.

He took his glasses off, setting them in his pocket and he smiled softly.

“Hello…” he whispered.

Gabriel shuffled behind his sister, and she held her chin up.

Giles chuckled a little at her attempt to intimidate him, and he smiled again.

You gently urged the duo forward, and Rebel stepped forward, but stopped when you held your hand out.

“Go on, it’s alright you two. That’s your dad, go say hello.”

Gabriel waved a little, and Giles waved back.

“You two are perfect, absolutely amazing.” He said softly.

“Really?!” Iris gasped.

“Definitely.”

She beamed up at you then beamed at her dad.

She was more confident about running over to hug her dad then Gabriel was, he had always been a little more reserved, he was a mamas boy, he loved you more than anybody.

Giles smiled, sweeping her into his arms and he stood up, kissing the side of her head.

“Does papa sell magic?” Gabriel asked.

“I.. I don’t..”

You held your hand up.

“Yes, he sells magic, but you’re too young to buy it.”

Gabriel nodded and hugged your legs.

Giles smiled at you, looking between his children.

“They’re so perfect…”

“You think that now, give it a few weeks.”

“You mean I.. I.. can see them again?”

You sighed, gesturing for him to come aside with you and he set his daughter down, following you across the shop.

“I’m pissed at you, let’s not forget that. I’m never going to forgive you for leaving me Rupert, but you didn’t know about them, so you didn’t exactly abandon them.”

You glanced at the twins sitting with Rhodes on the floor, playing games with the dog.

“You have every right to be in their lives, just like I do. They don’t know what really happened, they know you went away for work, but that’s it. You always wanted children, I’m not going to take them away from you just because of what happened between us, that isn’t fair on them.”

Giles nodded his head.

“We’ll start this slow, I’ll bring them by a few times a week, without those college students, let you get to know them and then we take it from there, but you’re not going to be left alone with them because I can’t trust you.”

“That’s understandable.”

And you kept to what you said, you would bring them by, he would close the shop for a few hours to spend time with them while you worked.

Where you went, Rhodes and Rebel went, which Giles understood.

Giles spent the next few getting to know his children, and the twins absolutely loved him, they loved to listen to him read, or pretend to help him in the shop.

Today they had asked if you could all go for a walk, and you agreed, walking behind Giles, Iris and Gabriel while you, Rebel and Rhodes kept your distance.

“He really loves them huh?”

“I’m glad he does, because if he breaks their hearts it means I get to put a bullet in his skull, and I don’t want to explain to them why their dad is dead after the just met him.”

Rhodes chuckled a little.

“Come on, you’ve got to admit you’ve gone softer in him since coming here.”

“I hate him.”

Rhodes shook his head.

“You’re hurt, but you don’t hate him (Y/N). I see the way you smile when he makes them laugh, the way your face goes all soft when he’s not looking.”

“Rhodes I’m not getting into this with you.”

“Come on, you’re still in love with him, I know you are. He’s still madly in love with you too.”

You said nothing, and he sighed.

“You can keep running in circles around each other, but you’re connected, as long as you’ve got those two sweet angels right there you two are always going to be in each others lives.”

“Rhodes!” You snapped.

He raised his hands, and you marched off, sweeping Iris into your arms making her giggle and you smiled at her.

She rested her head on your shoulder and looked at you.

“Mama?”

You hummed, looking at her.

“Papa will stay with us won’t he? He won’t leave again?”

You looked at Giles who frowned a little.

“Yeah babygirl, he’s not going anywhere, right?” You asked.

“No, no of course not. I’m staying, wherever you are I’lll be there.”

He stopped in front of you, and you crouched down to pick up Gabriel, holding them both.

“You two are the most important people in my life. I’m not going anywhere Iris I promise you that.”

He smiled, kissing both their heads, and he took them from you, holding them gently as he looked at you and smiled.

You looked at him and you turned away.

“You need to go back to the shop.”

He watched as you walked ahead and sighed, following behind you.

He had been trying to make things right with you, trying anything to fix the mess that he had made all those years ago but you kept yourself closed off.

As you all made your way back to the shop, seeing the group of young adults waiting outside for Giles.

“Oh it’s the mini Giles’!” Willow gasped.

“Oh they’re so small, why are they so small (Y/N)?” Anya asked.

You rolled your eyes, taking the keys from Giles pocket so you could unlock the shop to let everybody in.

“Because they’re only 5 years old Anya, humans don’t exactly sprout like plants.”

Giles gently set the twins on the floor, making his way over to the table and sat down.

“I still cant believe that Giles has kids, it’s so weird.” Xander said.

He sat on the floor, taking the toy truck that Gabriel handed him.

“I know, it’s kind of gross actually. Someone actually did things with Giles.” Buffy said.

You nearly spat out your drink, trying to hold back your laughter.

“All these years and still not a single shred of respect.” Giles sighed.

“I’m starting to like you more and more each day Buffy.”

She grinned a little at you.

“Why can’t we always have them here, they’re so adorable.” Tara said.

“Because my children do have a bedtime routine, and I can only stand so long of seeing Rupert’s face before I get annoyed with him.”

“Really? You now as well?”

“She has a point, you have an annoying face.” Rhodes nodded.

“Wonderful, everybody pick on the shop owner. At least my children love me.”

You heard your phone ring, and you reached into your pocket, pulling it out.

Looking at Rhodes you gestured to the group before walking to the other side of the shop.

Of course it was work related, and the call lasted a few minuets before you hung up.

“You’re needed back at HQ, they want all the files bringing with you asap.”

“On it, I’ll keep you updated.”

You nodded and watched him leave.

The following night you received a call, and you quickly dialled another number, getting everything ready as you waited.

A knock on your door made you look up and you walked over to open it, letting Giles in and he looked at everything and how you were dressed.

“You’re leaving?” He asked sadly.

“No, I need to go on a mission, should be a few hours it’s fairly local. With Rhodes gone and I you to stay here watch the twins, they’re asleep right now.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

You grabbed your gun, taking it apart to put back into its case.

“I’ll be gone for a few hours at most, if I’m not back tomorrow night take the twins back to yours, and call shield, tell them the river runs dry, they’ll know what it means, then call Rhodes.”

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Need to know basis, just do it.”

You grabbed your case, pulling your bandanna around your nose and mouth.

Giles looked at you and he sighed softly.

Stepped forward, he pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving away.

“Be safe.”

You said nothing as you walked away, heading straight to your car.

You sighed, bringing a hand to touch the spot where he’d kissed, and you would be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

But you shoved it all to the back of your mind as you made your way to the edge of town to complete your mission

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #Buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer x you #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

[novelmonger]

Book Review: Things We Couldn't Say by Diet Eman

Thanks to @valiantarcher for giving me this recommendation for the 2024 Book Rec Exchange!

This is the autobiography of Diet Eman, a Dutch woman who lived through the German occupation during WWII. She tells her story, interspersed with diary entries and letters, and the whole thing feels like I'm sitting in her living room in Grand Rapids (where she moved after the war), listening to an old grandma telling her tales. The book is written in such a conversational, approachable way that sucks you in, making it so easy to imagine what it must have been like to live through those harrowing years.

Diet Eman came from a Christian family, and that was one of the things I appreciated most in this book. Through the whole thing runs the current of her faith and trust in God. Even when she suffered through fear, loss, and deprivation of so many kinds, even when she angrily demanded to know why God would let so much suffering continue, she never ultimately lost her faith in God's goodness or his presence with her and faithfulness to her. That was so inspiring - and just as Diet would remind herself of all the promises God had made to His people, none of which were ever broken, now I can add Diet's story to my repertoire of all the times throughout history that God has taken care of His people. That's such a blessing.

A fun surprise is that Diet's path crossed briefly with Corrie Ten Boom's! I read The Hiding Place years ago, and it's always been a huge inspiration as well. (The story of them thanking God for the lice has always stuck with me particularly strongly - what a good reminder to give thanks in all circumstances!) Diet got involved with the underground resistance movement, gathering news from the outside world from contraband radios and then hiding Jews and helping them survive the war. Because of this work, she finally ended up getting arrested and held in prison for a while, then sent to a concentration camp - one that Corrie Ten Boom and her sister stayed at briefly before being sent to Ravensbruck. So that was a cool overlap, even though Diet didn't have a whole lot of interaction with them.

Despite the very heavy subject matter and occasional twists that felt like a punch to the gut, I also appreciated the occasional spots of humor and just...humanity that Diet put in her story. It's inspiring, encouraging, sobering, and thrilling all at once. Highly recommended, especially for those who liked The Hiding Place.

#book thoughts #book rec exchange 2024 #things we couldn't say #diet eman

[the-californicationist]

We can't have you bored. Or lonely. It will not do! <3

So, since you prompted to ask you stuff, I'd like to know what your least favourite book was, that you read? I remember reading 'catcher in the rye' in english classes in school and I never got the hype about it. There are a few german authors that I despise, but I'd assume you don't know them.

Hope you day (or night?) improved! *muah*

LEAST favorite?? That's a tough one. There are plenty that didn't make it past the first thirty pages (I'm picky as heck). But, I think the one that stands out in my mind is The Grapes of Wrath. However, I do think everyone should still read it - especially the bit at the end of Chapter 25 - as it is relevant (perhaps even moreso) today.

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth. There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

Look, this is just my opinion. I don't really do politics a lot, and I barely can run two thoughts together these days without getting winded, so take this with a grain of salt, but... since you asked...

I mean... it's the most beautiful, gut-wrenching, straightforward two paragraphs I've ever seen in my whole life. I'll never be able to write something half as good nor half as important. It's too damn bad it's stuck in the most boring novel known to man that no teenager has read or ever will read (sarcasm, but kinda not). The message is essential! That's what we need to be talking about. It's all right there.

We never lost Eden! We're in it, right now. Oranges do grow on trees. Deer and fish live in our forests and rivers, and for all of the PIlgrims' complaints that they couldn't hunt game on the Royal lands, all they did was come over here and create exclusivity where there was relative freedom.

In no way am I saying that the indigenous peoples of America pre-colonialism lived in relative peace, nor am I suggesting that there was ever a possibility for peaceful colonization; colonization should always be contested and constantly so. But, what I am saying is that we have created a consumer market so profoundly broken that we are now purchasing things that are not, have not, and will never be real.

And I find that to be the last nail in the coffin of humanity, really.

Those "gems" on your cell phone game are nothing. They'll never be anything. You are paying for happiness, which you still did not receive. You received, perhaps, a simulacra of it. Some sort of mannequin where there should have been a real person. But, they have made you want it.

When you are force fed ads of people with Body Type A or Body Type B and yours appears in reality as neither, and theirs ALSO appears in reality as neither because they have altered it before selling it to you, they have now made you want to buy a whole industry's worth of products because they have sold you on a lie. A picture of an orange where there was none to begin with.

When Character A or Superstar A or Popstar A wears Tee Shirt A and its matching handbag, we are meant to want to emulate her because we are SUPPOSED to equate her wealth with resources. Oranges, perhaps. Real oranges. We know that, out of all of us, Taylor Swift can have the most oranges, if she so chose to have them. That is what freedom is. Freedom is not needing to guard or gather resources to survive. Resource guarding perpetuates racism, poverty, violence, and fuels the fire of an economy of non-fungible oranges.

Download my orange app today and get 500 orange gems totally free! Is your time free? No. In fact, in America (almost), we have decided that your time must be paid for (unless you are incarcerated (wrongfully or not!)), no matter what. As an employee at Target, every hour that belongs to you that you give to them is worth $15 (except half of that is the government's for, I guess, allowing you to breathe its air).

So, now, I want you to add up all of the 5 minute adds you've watched on YouTube this year and multiply 30 of those by $15. At any rate, I bet the amount you end up with isn't fucking $0. But, guess who got that time for free!? Every company who decided to take your most valuable resource from you and not once did they pay YOU for it. That money went to someone else. And no transactions were made. And you are still never going to get your five minutes, or the orange you could have bought for it, back.

And so, now, of all times, I think Steinbeck should probably be in everyone's hands. You know that the oranges (or minutes of your time) are being destroyed (or stolen) in order to further fuel a profit in a certain direction, and while there are plenty of things that you (I'm using a general "you" here) could do to stop it, there are very few things that you are willing to do. Are you gonna get a stick? Who do you plan to beat? Do you even know the name of the person who took your minutes from you? They have made damn sure that you don't.

So, yeah. For that reason, I hate The Grapes of Wrath. Way to couch the most important two paragraphs in the history of fucking literature in that boring manifesto, dude. ffs. lol.

[bexfangirlforlife]

Notes of my first rewatch of Tatort Saarbrücken episode Die Kälte der Erde:

gonna pay attention to the actual case now (update I did. Still not much focus on that in my notes)

why is them sitting in the car feeling so domestic?

I still think that the doctor is too shocked over seeing beer drinking people in the ER, as if that doesn't happen more often.

the giggling/laughing when they don't get the couch through the door

oh yeah Esther and that one girl from the bar definitely had something. Also the post that said "the barkeeper knows it/something" so true

that "Hallo, Mama." is funny

it's not the first time, but that scene in the house made me think that in comparision to the little bit of young Adam we saw in the first episode, adult Adam does seem to have some unhingedness from his father (hate to say it)

I knew I recognised the doctor from somewhere, he was the ghost mentor of Jonas in Anna und die Liebe and he played the pimp in two episodes of the second Doctor's Diary season

they (Adam, Leo &Pia) pretend like being a Fußballfan is something really rare... guys we're in germany. It's not that uncommon!

"heyyy Saarbrücken" - german tumblr once a year

Adam's "same", love it

still lowkey wish they would have danced together at the party ngl

the bridge scene aka divorce part 1

Leo: "sprich mit mir!" I've been often frustrated with Adam not really talking to Leo. Though with the info we get later in the episode, that Adam tried to tell people that he was abused by his father, it does make even more sense that he wouldn't talk to anyone, because nobody believed him back then, why would anyone listen now? (Obviously it's different, but the man never got proper therapy, so how would he know?)

so we have Leo/Notizbuch, Adam/Sporttasche and Pia/sleep deprivation. So what is it for Esther? It's not alloud to be people, so is it Esther/Fußball? Or is it something else?

"Ich kann aber besser schlafen, wenn ich weiß, dass dir nichts passiert." would make me insane in itself, but the tone of voice Vladi is delivering it in makes this line another level. (I swear I've heard that exact tone in conversations between Boris and Tobias aka canon couple Toris from sdl)

"Tiger"-"Miau" I'll never get over it

Personal Funfact: the standard radio station my dad and I would listen to, when he drove me to school had a singing competion with this one song every morning for weeks back in the day. We still nod to each other whenever the song comes up somewhere.

"Ist das dein Partner? Ihr passt gut zusammen" still insane insane insane insane insane

Ok yeah I really need Adam going crazy worrying about Leo because Boris uses him as Adam's pressure point to be a big plot point in the next one now please.

What is Adam's plan with the money though? Like what is he planning to do with it?

"Dann leg das Gartenwerkzeug weg du Vogel" it's the pause before Vogel that makes this truly hilarious

Alina's attitude and look constantly remind me of the kid in Systemsprenger

"Wir stecken da jetzt auch mit drin" ... Foreshadowing?

The hospital scene aka divorce part 2

Adam's face after Leo says "Du weißt ich würde mit dir bis ans Ende der Welt gehen, aber nicht auf diesem Weg." still kills me

"Ich bin da. Ich war immer da." fbrjfjdhsbs

"Adam Schürk, der Mittelpunkt der Welt." - "Deiner Welt vielleicht." Enter Leo's teary eyed look killing me. And the yes nod. Pleeaassee...

"Leo, pass auf dich auf. Wenn ihr ein Paar wärt, dann würde man sagen ihr habt ne toxische Beziehung." Love Leo's reaction to this

Why did you keep the knife?

The cliffhanger aka divorce part 3

The guilty look on Adam's face. He knows he fucked up, he knows and he didn't wanna. Please I can't.

THE END

I have to rewatch all the episodes close to each other (it's been a year/over a year), but I right now I'd say this is my fave out of the four, just because of the amount of insane stuff (and I don't mean in the sense like we had in hds, with the whole frosh and stick thingy) and the amount of Adam/Leo scenes we got.

#tatort saarbrücken #dkde #die kälte der erde #rewatch #personal #spatort #long post #(i'm sorry. but i didn't wanna use the read more)

[herrlindemann]

Rock Hard - April 1996, Interview with Flake

Thanks to Ramjohn for the scans!

It's been a long time since a national newcomer in such a short space of time as Rammstein. In addition to the excellent debut work 'Herzeleid' and the charismatic charisma of the musicians, this is mainly due to the literally hot gigs, which their reputation as a spectacular modern version of Alice Cooper and (masked) Kiss shows already precedes. It was not for nothing that the club tour that just ended was sold out almost everywhere.

"We don't want to be a bloated hype, we want to earn our fans in order to win them over for the long term," says keyboardist Flake. « That's why we withdrew our already shot video of ‘Du riechst so gut’. It just came too soon, the timing wasn't right. When people talk about Rammstein, they should have the band in mind and not the band with the 'great' clip that's always on MTV or Viva. »

Especially in the five expensive federal states, the influx was enormous with well over 1,000 visitors per show. However, Flake doesn't want to know anything about the East-West divide: « For example, we also had over 800 paying guests in Bochum. »

On the other hand, there were only 300 in Duisburg due to capacity and not more in Cologne shortly before. In my opinion it cannot be denied that the Ossis are more open to the Electro-Metal genre; the drastic differences in popularity of bands like Oomph! or Think About Mutation in West and East make this abundantly clear. For Flake, however, the reunion seems to be complete in every respect. In view of the different culture that has developed over the decades (USSR-oriented instead of USA-oriented), this assumption is quite naive. Just like Flake outright. Incomprehension for the assumption expressed by some sides that Rammstein could be a right-wing group. Of course, there is no solid basis for this rumor after a thorough examination of the band and their songs - but anyone who lets themselves be photographed for record covers as a 'gentlemen' with a neat short hairstyle and a naked, oiled upper body, sings in German with a rolling 'R' and titles like ‘Weißes Fleisch’ — it could just as easily be black, red, yellow or just naked meat — shouldn't be surprised if hypersensitive leftists quickly miscategorize it.

However, Flake finds the accusation so absurd that he doesn't even consider it necessary to take it seriously. Laconically, he only remarks: "I think we look like golden-brown broilers (East German word for 'grilled chicken') on the cover. On the one hand it was summer at the time — that's why the tops were bare — and on the other hand we didn't want to look like bums — that's why the neat hairstyles. »

Art needs inner tension as a driving force. These have Rammstein in abundance, even if they present themselves as a unit. Six musicians, six opinions - that promotes the creative process, but makes it almost impossible for the individual to realize themselves one hundred percent. Nevertheless, Flake and guitarist Paul in particular, who both used to play in the punk band Feeling B, try to live out their generally cheerful disposition on stage instead of subordinating themselves to the pathos that is embodied above all by singer Till.

« We both don't take the image that seriously, and that's why we don't bow to Till either. If he takes it seriously, that's his business. »

But the front man doesn't seem to take his theatrics that seriously, because during the show in Duisburg he had to skip a whole verse of 'Das alte lied' because he got a fit of laughter after a dildo blow job . Personally, I would find Rammstein much more intense if all six members would also implement the brutal music and rough poetry on stage visually, but the at least partially possible self-realization of the individual musicians is of course an understandable argument for the supposedly contradictory performance.

« We don't want to create a specific image. Although we have a defined framework, each of us can move freely within it. »

As much as I believe the musicians are best friends, I believe they have countless internal battles over the band. After all, they wear a stage outfit specially designed for them and invest several thousand marks in pyro effects at every gig.

In view of this financial expense, which only serves the optics (and thus the image), the scope for the individual is inevitably smaller.

"Not necessarily," counters Flake, "because we just want to entertain and offer the audience a colorful evening - whether with flamethrowers or funny gimmicks.”

That's all well and good, but in view of the specific reference to the tragic Rammstein plane crash, I don't think there's any room for humorous aspects. After all, it would be extremely tasteless to use such a catastrophe with umpteen deaths as a cheap shock effect. However, it is precisely these permanent contradictions that are fascinating about the Rammstein phenomenon, which can never be fathomed in detail because every band member represents a different point of view and there is therefore no ultimate overall statement at all. Curious about the extreme plurality of opinions: Rammstein never give interviews together, because otherwise they would constantly contradict each other.

In the "Wa(h)re Liebe" program (VOX) from 29.02. a certain Yvonne was a guest, who had already unpacked her Sado/Maso preferences under the pseudonym Marlene as the cover model in "Stern". This self-assured woman, who initially said that she was thoughtful and well survived, suddenly freaked out and yelled like a teenager that she really wanted to get to know Rammstein and would do anything (!!!) for the boys. When the band elicits such extreme reactions even from relatively mature personalities, the image obviously cannot fail to have an effect. Not to mention the drooling hordes of wench folk who routinely rule the front rows at the shows. What do Rammstein have that others don't? Is it the musicians' looks? Is it the pumping mid-tempo grooves? Is it the current show gimmicks like dildo and S/M gear (mask, whip, harness and leash)? Or is it lyrics like 'Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen?' ('Sex is a battle, love is war.'), 'Weißes Fleisch' ('Red welts on white skin, I hurt it and you whine loudly .') or 'Du riechst so gut' ('I can't see you, I can feel you.')?

Yvonne or.

Unfortunately, Marlene or whatever-her-name didn't reveal it during her TV appearance, and Flake doesn't have an answer either. Till, who is said to have broken countless hearts and is already a father of several, certainly knows one, but at Rammstein there is - as I said - only one interviewee per journalist.

This also makes it difficult to look ahead, which Rammstein gave us during the tour in the form of the three new songs 'Sehnsucht' (in the 'Herzeleid' style), 'Spiel mit mir' (the keyboard and guitar theme is strongly reminiscent of the Krupps ) and 'Feuerräder' (groovy Techno/House instrumental at around 140 bpm).

Flake doesn't really want to let the cat out of the bag and mainly limits himself to general statements like: «We are not limited in any way and just compose as it develops. Maybe we'll go more in the Techno direction soon, maybe not. »

I tend to bet on the former, because with the commitment of the really good Berlin scene DJ Komm, who played the pre- and post-program of the club gigs and even jammed with the band in the middle part of 'Weißes Fleisch', the boys have a clear sign set. In addition, it can be heard between the lines that Till will possibly sing more than speak on the second work, in order to ensure a certain degree of variety.

The only concrete statement from Flake: «On the next album there will be a song called 'Der wilde Wein', which we actually wanted to record for 'Herzeleid': without guitar and drums, only with vocals and keyboard. »

But before we completely digress into the future, it is not necessary to work through the current disc. Director David Lynch took a liking to it and chose Self Destruction, Final ('Rammstein' and an instrumental version of 'Heirate mich') alongside Nine Inch Nails' for his new film 'Lost Highway'.

« We sent him and some other interesting directors like Stephen Kind our disc to get a statement for a possible video shoot. However, due to lack of time, David was not able to deal with 'Herzeleid' at first - his cameramen and assistants even more so. Eventually he asked the film crew what they were listening to all the time, and that's how he came up with us. Maybe working together on a clip will work out in the future. »

However, the iconic filmmaker is far from the only prominent Rammstein fan. Clawfinger, whose producer Jacob Hellner is responsible for the controls for 'Herzeleid', and the Ramones, who engaged the promising newcomers as the opener for their farewell tour, are also among them. With an understandable touch of pride, which he is almost embarrassed about, Flake reports that Joey & Co. even wore Rammstein T-shirts at their Berlin gig.

A certain modesty is also evident in other areas. For example, there is no cast list with the names of the musicians printed in the booklet. That means: What counts is the band collective and not the individual. This attitude is even reflected in the autographs that the keyboard player gives during our interview. Instead of strikingly brushed line structures, as known from doctors and rock stars, Mr. Lorenz paints his pseudonym neatly in meaningless block letters.

« If it gets too much for me, I just put a stamp on it. It also counts as a real autograph, because after all I only have the one. »

You certainly can't accuse him of being a fan fool. As one of very few bands, Rammstein allow their fans free backstage access ten minutes after the show.

Whether this nice gesture can be granted for a long time is questionable in view of the daily increase in the number of visitors on the tour...

#Rammstein #Flake #Flake Lorenz #Till Lindemann #interview #1996 #translation #*scans #*

[dreamingbrownie]

Trick or treat!!!

dyou have a trick or treat to share? ᓚᘏᗢᓚᘏᗢ \(●'◡'●)

Hello there, thanks for stopping by! Oh, do I have things to share.

A trick, taken from a continuation of the Camelot AU y'all went a little feral over:

“Male remains of a high-status warrior uncovered at Roman fort near Huddersfield, West Yorkshire… believed to be legendary King Arthur.” Albus bowed over the papers like a man punched into the gut. The teacup ended up barely rescued from falling over the edge when he gripped the table so hard his fingers screamed in agony. “No. That is not – That’s not him. Merlin shoved Arthur so far into that godsforsaken lake with Avalon waiting on the other side, they could drain the whole thing and find nothing but wet soil under the murky water. And Yorkshire, that’s- That’s too far north.“

“Is it?” Gellert asked, very gently, covering Albus’ left hand with his own. There was something terribly afraid in his eyes, something as familiar as the howling rainstorms and the feeling of his magic washing over the splinters that Albus got into his fingertips. “How long did we take to ride as far north as we could before stumbling over that druid village? Three weeks, at most? It wasn’t a full moon’s turn. Had Camelot been any further south, we would have taken months to reach the Highlands.”

His attention was taken by the rest of the front page article and a photo of the open grave – poor taste at best, provocation for a well-deserved haunting at worst – so he stayed his tongue about the fragility of his own memories, a thousand and some four, five hundred years old, while Gellert rested his head on Albus’ shoulder. A mixture of that age-old rage, cold as iron, and desperation thick enough to cloy his throat shut against the scream trapped somewhere in his lungs made his hands shake when he turned the page for the full article. He had to read it three times for the message to sink in.

“Oh, those fools,” he muttered darkly, quietly, so he wouldn’t upend the table wholesale. “Necromancy in the service of archaeology? Wasn’t there an ethical code about grave openings last I checked?”

Gellert hummed deep in his chest. He was very warm at Albus’ side, a bit damp as though he’d wrangled the papers from some poor owl at an open window.

“There is a German saying for this sort of thing. Der Zweck heiligt die Mittel. Translated loosely… The goal justifies the methods. And they don‘t care for the person in that grave; how could they? Whomever they found – and I pray to all the old gods it isn’t His Majesty himself – it’s a skeleton to them now, one that gives information about a culture long lost. I can’t even blame the Prophet for running this on front page. Arthur always does excite the public, doesn’t he?” “Oh, did he ever,” Albus huffed, but his blood was on fire and a cold lump of ice settled into the pit of his stomach. “No matter whose rest they’re disturbing here, we have to see this ourselves. If they found what is left of Camelot –“ He looked up to find Gellert staring at him with something like flint in his eyes, cold and razor-sharp. Their hands found each other instinctually. Poets of the ages had called Gellert fair in complexion, pretty as a woman and yet he was anything but soft; his cheekbones were too pronounced for that, his shoulders broad and his hips slender. Little starling, Merlin used to call him. Gwaine found himself tripping over thin air more than once for naming him snowflake, affectionately so, teasing as ever, but honest, too: the gods had been sparing with colour when they created him in fine brush strokes. Albus cradled his cheek with a hand that wasn’t shaking anymore, but only just. “We did swear to come back.”

And a treat, taken from My Constellation 11:

With Paris at their feet, Gellert kissed him in front of Sacre Coeur. My sacred heart, Albus thought, overcome by the city lights twinkling like stars as far as his human gaze reached into the dark. The heavens were veiled once more. No guidance tonight. It really felt like they had time now. Solitary and isolated, far away from everyone they knew, there was a quiet pain in having to acknowledge that this resembled very closely what their far future would look like. Eventually, he was going to bury his brother and then, somehow, make peace with it. The future was coming no matter what. But at least… Albus exhaled a large part of the tension and let his shoulders drop. At least they were together in this.

“You know, I always wanted a forever home with you,” he confessed quietly in the chilly night silence. Gellert gave a high noise of surprise more than anything else. When Albus wrenched his gaze off the city below them, its lights were reflected in Gellert’s eyes. “Figures that it turned out to be Paris.”

Their hands were tangled together in Albus’ coat pocket to fend off the cold. The wind played with the ends of his scarf, a predictable Ravenclaw blue one which was complimented nicely by Gellert’s red one and the flush high on his cheek bones.

“You miss Hogwarts.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” Albus answered without shame, “of course. But it is a distant ache. Something in me died that night at the foot of the tower. I could not name it if I tried, but its loss does not pain me any longer. It did for a while, because it all happened so suddenly, and I felt… unmoored. Untethered. But it has brought you into a clearer focus for me, and I will forever be grateful for that.”

“Albus-“

He was so beautiful tonight. The early spring night blew rose-coloured kisses to his cheeks and his Mona Lisa smile was worthy of the old masters, though they would never have been worthy of such a muse as he. Albus loved him so, he could barely breathe with it.

“We talked about it so little that I barely know how you are dealing with our new life. We are throwing ourselves headlong into the work that needs to be done because that is what we have always done, but we cannot pretend…” He trailed off, searching Paris for the right words. “We have been given time, so I would be foolish to remain blind at such a gift even though Perenelle and Nicolas have sacrificed their lives for us. I cannot know if they were tired or whether they simply saw no other way out of a path down which Hogwarts would have fallen along with us. But they literally gave us their life. Tom Riddle is going to die while we are going to build this new life and live it. Together. So I need you,“ he said, a little desperately, “right here. I need you to talk to me.”

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My main problem right now is that I rolled from writing Grindeldore for over a year into half a year of frolicking through the Witcher fandom, the Accidental Warlord AU in specific (look it up, it's glorious), the Merlin fandom combined with research into Anglo-Saxon England, from there I stumbled back into medievalism and thus into the Hobbit fandom thanks to watching the LotR movies for the first time in cinema and recently I fell right back into Grindeldore again. My poor hindbrain already bursting with university research is going a little insane over so many different ideas, and I have... too many wips. A big Merlin project which might be the darkest thing I've ever written is only lacking the final battle (I suck at writing sieges and I'm bloody stuck there and I hate it), Constellations 11 is finally edited, smoothed down and only missing the final chapter now too, and a few days ago I started writing out the idea how King Thorin would react to dear Frodo with Sam, Gimli and Legolas coming back home to Erebor from the destruction of the ring. Bilbo is Consort under the Mountain, obviously. And seeing as it was midnight when I pulled up the blank document, it's just three paragraphs of word vomit yet. This should teach you about fandom hopping. Scary stuff.

Do feel free to feel trick or treated yourself, dear readers!

#my writing #Trick or treat! #Grindeldore #Grindeldore snippets #the Camelot Grindeldore AU #Constellations 11

[nicolesainz]

Mine to hold (KH 29)

Kai Havertz x f!reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, and fluff as always, very mid german translation (haven’t perfected the language, still trying)

Summary: Kai will abandon everything, get mad at everyone, try to protect you, if only someone dared to hurt you the slightest

“Oh what an unfortunate miss for the Germans, as the match ends 3-2 against Spain. This definitely won’t put a smile on their captain’s face.”

“But we have to admit, Germany have given it all this year and they have a shot at finishing third in the Euro’s. I believe they can do it.”

Seeing the boys, going back to the changing rooms, with their heads facing the ground, made my heart ache. All the female squad had come to cheer for the boys.

They all played wonderfully, that’s no secret. If it wasn’t for Kepa to save a great shot of Timo’s, we would have gone to penalties and then the chances would’ve been higher for a win in favour of us.

When I saw Kai kneeling on the pitch, with his hands on his face, I wanted to jump the fence and run to hug him and comfort him. It was his first time being the captain of the team and all he wanted was to succeed.

And he did so. Germany managed to get a shot at a podium position, which hasn’t happened in a very long time. Germany’s bad luck always starts at the round of 16, at every single league.

As the stadium slowly becomes quieter, I try and find Kai, who is sitting alone, with puffy red shot eyes and his heart on his mouth. I despised seeing him like this. It was really unfair.

“Das war deine erste Zeit, dass du Mannschaftskapitän geworden bist. Du hast ein Ziel erreicht, das Ihre Erwartungen übertroffen hat. Ich bin mehr als stolz auf dich.”

(This was your first time that you became the captain of the team. You achieved a goal that was behind expectations. I am more than proud of you.)

Poor Kai raised his head to look at me and gave me a very faint but sad smile. He wanted to stay strong, although it was completely understandable to let out all his feelings. He gave it everything and this was a small achievement. Reaching final four.

“We were doing so well and then one bad day can take you out of being even the runner up. Fucking shit!” He threw on the ground his armband with the “Captain” sign on it.

I picked it up and handed it back to him. Throwing it off meant giving up. And he definitely shouldn’t!

“Go ask Christian! He has been the captain of the USA for a long time. Has he ever given up? No. Has he had successes? Yes. Well, you can too. Nothing stops you. We learn from our mistakes meine liebe” I say caressing his cheek softly, wanting to calm him down and ease the pain.

“The only thing that comforts me is that at least the women’s team made it to the finals. If I can’t be proud of myself, I glad I am of you. And I always will” Kai leaned in and kissed me sweetly, as an indication of how happy he is that my team has made such progression.

Being wrapped in his arms is always the best gift he can give me. I love this man unconditionally and I can never imagine myself with someone else, besides him.

“The way you are proud of me, I am of you too! I believe in you more than anyone else. I have faith. And I know and promise you that soon, the team will reach the top, with you leading them”

“I’m so glad I have you in my life, Y/N. I would have been in the shambles right now if it wasn’t for you. Ich liebe dich“

That night, i forbade myself to leave Kai’s embrace. I wanted to stay in his arms forever. I felt safe and the happiest.

That night, we kissed and made love to each other like never before. I wanted Kai to feel free and ease. He had been under so much pressure that I felt he would blow up.

„Guten Morgen mein Ein und Alles. Wie geht es dir?“ (Good morning my everything. How are you”) Kai woke up groggily but wanted me to wake up covered in his kisses and hugs. Oh how I love this man!

„Guten Morgen Liebling. Ich bin gut aber für nicht zu lange“ (Good morning darling! I am good although not for long). I replied with a laugh escaping my lips as I saw myself and most importantly my neck in the bathroom.

“What? Why? Are you hurt?” He rushes over me only to be met with a massive hickey against my neck.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that the mosquito last night, was very hungry. But I’m glad. As long as he’s happy, I am. And I want him to know I’m proud”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me Y/N. You’re my best gift and everything I could have asked for” my boyfriend grabbed me by the waist and held me into a tight hug. Today it was the day of the final. We’d either win it or lose it all.

As we entered the stadium, anxiousness rushed over mg body. I had a constant feeling of wanting to throw up. This felt too much. I know understand what Kai was feeling all this team. Oh boy. It’s even worse than a rollercoaster.

Our main captain had been injured in the previous game so she out. Head coach was looking around for someone to wear the very valuable arm band. It meant everything to the person wearing it!

When I heard my name being picked up, I gulped hardly, shoving my worries and fears down my throat, I could feel better. Which I didn’t if we are being honest.

As the armband was around my bicep, I looked up to be met with an equally stressed but also proud boyfriend of mine.

“You can do this” he mouthed at me, as my parents were next to him, waving at me and giving me thumbs up for positivity to radiate.

I gathered all the girls around me. We are a strong team, we can win. We will make our country proud. We’ve gone so far and can’t give up now, i said wanting to show them how powerful players they all are.

As we broke apart, my gaze instantly fell to one of the girls playing for the French team. My heart skipped a beat as I saw that it was none other than Kai’s ex. I had forgotten she was a player of PSG and a member of the French Women’s Team.

Kai hadn’t noticed her and neither had she. But once her eyes fell on me, her smile dropped and instantly all her attention was drawn to my boyfriend.

“Verdammter Scheiß!” (Bloody hell!), I whispered underneath my breath as a massive grin was quickly shaped on her face. My blood got cold all of a sudden.

In a few seconds the whistle had blown and the final had started. I don’t easily get distracted but ever since I noticed her, I feel like she’s targeting me with her eyes, wanting to shoot me dead.

Before the first half ended, the score was 2-2 and things seemed to be going alright. I’d be tragic to have to use the penalties as a decisive way of ending this match, so we had to play much better.

As I was trying to catch my breath, I felt her eyes piercing me, swearing at me in any possible way, not only because I was an obstacle to her win but also a supposed “boyfriend thief”

At some point I saw my phone clinging and took a quick glance at it, it was Kai

“You are my champion. Please don’t look at her. We all know your worth. Go win this!”

A smile was plastered on my face as I looked up and saw Kai playfully winking at me. My heart instantly fluttered but before I could react, the referee blew the whistle for the second half to start.

We were running out of time and anxiousness was running through my veins. We needed one fucking goal and I had to make sure we got that.

When the ball was passed between my feet, I am as fast as I possible could, since the defenders of France didn’t notice I was close to their box.

When my right foot kicked the ball, I felt the spikes of a person’s shoes on the inside of my thigh. I instantly fell down and was only looking up. My biggest worry was if the ball had escaped the goalkeepers arms. I couldn’t hear anything. There was silence.

My eyes were closed and the only thing audible was the silence that had corrupted on the pitch.

“Süße, are you alright? Oh shit. Can she hear me? What the fuck did you do?” Kai’s words were fading in my ears but the yelling was apparent.

“Kai” I faintly said, opening up my arms.

“Baby how are you feeling? Please don’t rush. Slow down. How are you feeling?” He placed me in his arms and carried me all the way to the bench, with the entire world watching.

“Did I score? Did we win?” At that moment I acted so selfless and wanted nothing but this win for my country.

“Yes meine liebe, you scored. I am so proud of you. It was an amazing goal but with an unfortunate incident. I got so scared when I saw you falling down and hitting your head that I ran on the pitch like a maniac” a few tears escaped his eyes but he wiped them quickly enough for me to not notice.

“I love you so much Kai. I dedicate this win to you. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. You motivate me every day and this wouldn’t have been possible if I didn’t have you by my side”

“You, you are the reason I still keep my head up even when we are losing. You are the reason I score every goal. You are the reason I still play. I love you too, Y/N!”

#kai havertz #kai havertz x reader #kai havertz fanfic