#maybe he's in germany ignoring all this shit

[latenightdaydreams]

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader Part2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

For part one click here!

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🚫Same as part one, there are HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY!🚫

Please do not read if you are not in a good mental health head space or cannot handle extreme content. Your mental health matters more than a story! I have other smut and fluff with a kind and consensual König, please enjoy those instead🥰 Remember you're all amazing and deserve happiness in the world. I hope you all have a fantastic day and take care of yourself🩷

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🚫LAST WARNING BEFORE TRIGGERS🚫

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>cw: fem/afab, p in v, non-con, recording, threats, breath restriction.

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With the sun in your eyes, you wake up on a groggy state; the sleeping pill having been so strong, you feel as if you’re hung over. At first your vision is a little blurry so you try to rub your eyes awake. Going to pull your hands down, you realize you can’t. Instant fear sets in as you realize your hands are bound together with zip ties attached to a bar over your head. You feel the truck moving, König is driving. In a panic you look over to him and with a trembling voice, you speak up.

“König…” you can’t control your breathing.

“Ah! Guten Morgen, meine Liebe.” König’s voice overly cheerful. He looks at you quickly over his shoulder. “That pill took you out for quite a while.” He chuckles as if this is a casual situation.

“Why…why am I tied up?” You like to think of yourself as a strong woman, but you’ve never felt this level of helplessness before.

“So that you don’t run.”

Silence lingered in the air as you stare at the back of his head. “Please don’t do this.”

“It’s already done.” He shoots you an uneasy glare from over his shoulder.

You take a deep shaky breath as your gaze stays on him. “I have friends waiting for me in Germany-”

“No, you don’t.” He cuts you off swiftly. “You said you were here alone already, remember?” He lets out a low chuckle. “You should know better than to give out that type of information from a man you don’t know Liebling.”

In your mind you begin to play back every action from taking a sleeping pill from him, getting in the truck, getting the piece of shit car, to planning this trip. All the small things that added up and left you here. Tears begin to stream down your face as true panic begins to set in.

König stays quiet and lets you have your little tantrum, smirking as he listens to your sobs. He waits for you to relax before telling you the rules. He’s a patient man, he can wait. 20 minutes pass and he let out a sigh as he hears your sobs quiet down.

“Now, I want you to listen closely please. In public, you keep your head down and don’t speak. You’ll get one chance to use the bathroom a day, so don’t fuck it up for yourself. When I ask for something, I don’t want to get any push back. You’re mine now, you have to obey.”

You stay quiet and listen to the words as the world seems like a blur around you. His voice blending into the sound of the tires on the road.

“Do you understand?” König’s voice tone snapping you back to this moment.

“Yeah…” Your voice cracks as you speak.

“Gut.” König ignores you and continues to drive. His mind preoccupied with the thought of what he recorded last night and what he will record again soon.

A voice comes in over his radio and you see a spark of hope, a way out. You watch König press down on the button and respond in fast German that you can’t understand. An idea comes to mind, if you scream for help when König presses to talk, maybe someone will hear you and track König down to save you. Sitting and listening to the men talk back and forth in a language you don’t know, the urge to do it now just overcame you.

“HELP!” You shout as König presses down to speak, “HE HAS ME TRAPPED IN HIS TRUCK!” Your voice strained from all of the crying you’ve been doing.

Panic sets in as König turns his head to look at you, you’re waiting for him to yell or physically hurt you. He doesn’t. He simply laughs. So does the voice on the other end of the line.

“I can see she’s woken up!” The voice jokes with a strong German accent.

Your heart sinks. He knows? And is okay with this? Tears burn your eyes as you feel stupid now and are scared for how König might punish you for trying to get help. Dropping your head back on to the pillow, you let out a long breath and let the tears roll down your face.

“So,” König has an air of arrogance in his voice, “how did your little plan go Maus? Were you expecting to be saved?” He mocks you.

You don’t say anything as you just lay there feeling defeated yet again. You take a deep shaky breath, trying not to cry.

“I’ll let that one slide, but next time I will have to put a muzzle on you Maus.” König shakes his head. “I have a sandwich and water for you if you’re hungry.”

You look at him, your stomach growling. Did he drug the food? Poison it? You have to eat sometime though… “I am.”

“Good girl, I’ll feed you once we get to the motel.”

“Motel?”

“Well, I have to sleep and there’s not enough room for the both of us. Plus, I want to clean you up.”

His words make your heart sink into your stomach. The thought of him cleaning you- just seeing you naked puts you into a panic. Your jaw beginning to shake as you try to suppress your emotions, not wanting him to know how much he is affecting you.

As hours pass, the sun begins to set again. König hasn’t spoken to you this whole time and you’ve just been trying to dissociate so you can avoid a break down. You look out the windows of the truck and see the sign for a motel. König parks the truck and stands. He turns to you and looks you up and down.

“Now Maus, I’m going to give you a choice here.” He clears his throat and kneels in front of you, “You can either be a good girl and walk beside me with your head down not saying a word or I give you another one of those sleeping pills.”

“I- I’ll behave…” You don’t want to be in that motel room trapped with him and not be conscious.

“You better, I’m not above resorting to violence.” His piercing blue eyes bore into yours. He left the truck, leaving you tied up, to go pay for a room.

While he is gone, you try hard to pull your hands out of the zip ties as they dig into your wrist. Pulling with all you might nothing happens other than hurting yourself. You stop once you hear heavy footsteps approaching the truck again.

He opens the door and steps inside. He begins to gather his things before he turns and looks at you. He took out his pocket knife and kneeled beside you.

“When I cut these, if you try to run, I will catch you and it will be worse for you.” He threatens.

You nod in understanding feeling a deep-rooted fear from his words. You believe him and didn’t want to push him, but also didn’t want to go into that motel room. Getting out alive is your main goal, so you do as he asks. He cuts the zip ties and yanks you up by your sore wrist. With wobbly legs you follow him out of the truck into the parking lot. Looking around there are no other cars other than another semi-truck. Feeling the warm air with a nice breeze makes you feel free, fills you with an illusion of peace.

König pulls you up to the door and opens the door with the keycard. He gently pushes you in and quickly closes and locks the door behind him. You stand there with your body trembling as he turns to look at you.

“Take your clothes off.”

You don’t move and just look at him. In his mind you’re going over a hundred different ways you could possibly try to fight him and flee, but he is massive, has a knife, and you don’t know where you are.

“Now!” He barks taking you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head before pulling down your leggings.  His eyes stay on you as you undress. Your hands fumble with the clasp of your bra as you become nervous before finally letting it fall to the floor. He walks to you and yanks your underwear off.

“You’re taking too long,” he huffs. “Hands behind your back.”

You put your hands behind your back as he asked. He zip ties your wrist together again, your wrist sore and in pain. He pushes you forward and towards the bathroom. He turns the shower on and checks the waters temp. His eyes looking back at you up and down, lingering on the bush between your legs.

“Get in.” He demands.

You walk to the shower and step in, the water warm as you stand there letting the water hit your body. König grabs a wash cloth and begins to lather it with a soap bar. He begins to wash your body; you close your eyes and turn your head trying to not get soap in your eyes. He aggressively washes your body. Grabbing the shower head, he rinses the soap off of you.

“Get out and follow me.” König turns the shower off and grabs a blue towel. He walks to the queen size bed and lays the towel down. You follow behind him soaking set, leaving a trail of water behind you as you walk. He points to the towel and you sit on it.

“Lay down,” he walks away back to the bathroom as you scoot back on the towel and lie down. The weight of your body on your hands behind your back is uncomfortable.

He comes back with a soapy wash cloth and a razor. You look at him and watch as he drops to his knees in front of you. He opens your legs and rubs your pubic area with the wash cloth. He began to gently shave your pubic hair. You stay as still as possible so he doesn’t cut you, you keep your eyes directed at the ceiling.

“You have a very beautiful pussy Maus.” König’s voice is full of lust and makes your stomach churn. He uses the wash cloth to wipe the hair he has shaved away. “Perfect…” he mumbles.

His hands caress your thighs before he stands and goes to the bathroom to return the razor and wash cloth. He comes back and grabs you by the shoulders to sit you up. He walks to one of his bags and opens the cooler. Placing the sandwich and the water on the small desk in the corner of the room.

“You can eat once we are done. I don’t want you to throw up.”

Going back to the bag he grabs a tripod and a second phone. He pulls the bedside table away from the wall a few feet. He places the tripod on top and places his phone in the phone slot. Taking the lamp shade off of the lamp the room gets brighter. You begin to realize what is going to happen.

“Don’t worry, this is only for me to watch.” He lies.

König begins to undress, pulling his shirt over his head revealing his scarred body to you. He pulls his belt off and tosses it on the bed before he undoes his pants and pulls them down, stepping out of them. You look forward trying to ignore his body, but it’s useless as he walks in front of you now; his erection in your face now. He grabs the belt off the bed and begins to wrap it around your neck. This causes a fight or flight trigger response and you scream and kick.

He puts his hand on your mouth and pushes you back into the bed, “If you scream and the young man at the front desk tries to come and save you, I’ll kill him. So, either save a human life, or be selfish and take him down with you.”

He phrases this as if you’re the bad guy in this situation, as if it isn’t him that would be killing the innocent man. You lay there looking at him, struggling to breathe with his calloused hand over your mouth and nose.

“Do you understand?”

You nod your head in response and he backs off of you, sitting you back up. He tightens the belt around your neck to the point where talking and breathing was hard, but you could still do it. He walked to the phone on the tripod and hit record. He held his original phone in his hand.

“Lay back Maus.” His voice husky as he begins to stroke his cock with his freehand.

You do as he says. The phone in his hand is pointed at you, you assume it’s recording you as well. You turn your head the opposite way of all the cameras to try and disconnect form this moment.

“Look at me,” he snaps at you. You do as he asks. Your eyes meet his icy pale gaze as he smirks.

König moves forward, dropping his gaze down to your sweet cunt. He nuzzles himself between your legs and began to slap his heavy cock on your clit, slowly moving himself up and down. Finding your entrance, he pushes forward. No prep as he pushes in, your pussy tight and dry as it squeezes around him pushing into without warning. He eyes watch your cunt struggle to take his enormous size through the screen of his phone. The belt around your neck muffling the pitch of your pained sounds.

“Ooh, ja. That’s tight.” He groans as he pushes all the way into you.

As your hips squirm with discomfort your walls flutter all around the length of his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body.  Slowly he moves his hips back as he spits on his cock for lubrication. You watch in disgust as he records himself pushing back in. He begins to fuck into you faster, causing the bed to hit the wall. You try to focus on breathing as you feel slightly light headed.

König begins to let out small moans of pleasure as your body begins to react, betraying you, and gets aroused. He smirks as your pussy begins to get creamy and fucks you harder. His hips clashing harshly against yours.

“I knew you’d like this, Kleine Hure.” He laughs as he speaks those words.

With his free hand he reaches up and squeezes your breast before slapping them both harshly; leaving behind red marks and making you whimper slightly. His hand moves to your throat and chokes you. Already struggling for air, you begin to squirm. After a few seconds he lets go and slaps your face lightly.

König suddenly withdraws from you and moves up your body until he is hovering above your face, his cock covered in your creamy white arousal. “Open your mouth.”

You do as he says and begins to shove his cock into your mouth, bucking fast as his balls slap against your chin. The camera in your face making sure to record your struggle. You gag repeatedly, body arching wanting to push him off, but your hands are still bound behind your back.

Finally, he pulls his dick out. A long thick string of saliva hanging from the tip. You begin to cough and spit out more globs on to your own face to clear your airways. König spreads your spit around his cock and goes back down to your pussy. He uses his knees to spread your legs apart to fit his body. His cock easily slips back into you. He lets out a low moan as soon as he feels your grip on his sensitive tip again before pushing fully in.

He bucks his hips in a such a harsh motion he is slamming again your sore cervix. He moves forward slightly to put the camera in your face and record you as you get fucked. You try to turn your head but he quickly grabs your jaw and turns your head back.

“Look into the camera.” He demands and you obey. After a while the camera drifts down your body to your breasts and then back to your shiny cunt. “Schön, I got lucky with this one.”

Not able to hold off any longer, König pulls out of you quickly and begins to jerk his cock over you, moaning loudly. His cum shooting all over your body, landing on your breasts and stomach as some drips down on to your pussy. He stands there breathing heavy as he moves the camera over you to show off his work along your chest and breast. He slaps his cock on your clit a few times, recording himself playing with the cum that dripped.

Finally, König stands up, stopping the recording on his phone. He walks over to the one on the tripod and stops recording as well. He turns to you and walks to the bed beside you. Gently he removed the belt from your neck, it leaving behind a deep mark that will most likely bruise.

“You did well Maus.” His voice oddly soft as he goes into the bathroom to grab towels and wipe you off.

Grabbing your shoulders, he sits you up and turns around to grab the water and sandwich on the dresser. He opens the water and holds it up for you to drink. He is patient with you and doesn’t rush you as you gulp the water desperately. König holds the sandwich up for you to take bites. You’re hungry but lack an appetite after everything that just happened.

“Come on, don’t waste food Maus.” König still speaking softly to you, it disgusts you. Still, you continue to eat the food not wanting to anger him.

Once you’re done eating the sandwich, he moves your body up more in the bed and pulls the covers over you, not allowing you to get dressed. Hands still bound you feel terrible pain in your wrist and arms, causing you to fidget.

“I’m sorry, I hope you understand why I can’t untie you.”

You don’t respond, just look at him. He looks back at you and walks away. He gets dressed, boxers and a blue shirt, and pulls out a laptop from one of his bags.

“Get some rest, sweet dreams.” He gently kisses the top of your head and sits on the other side of the bed.

On his laptop he uploads the videos he took of you. He begins to watch and edit the videos before putting it up for sale. You lay there listening to the recordings over and over again as he works on it. Finally, you’re able to fall asleep. Wishing to wake up anywhere but here.

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[headfullofpresley]

Welcome back to tumblr, Tam! I wanted to see if you’re taking requests and if you are…could we see 50s!El giving the reader a facial and maybe he accidentally cums in her eye.

Idk that would be some funny shit…😂

hi nonnie, thank you so much! decided to make this into a blurb even though i never write blurbs (simply bc i always get carried away lol), but i love this idea! i'm a sucker for the funny, mundane shit. hope you like it! 💗

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝

Word count: 858

Warning(s): strong language, handjob, facial, elvis cummin' in your eye.

“Faster, faster, oh fuck- faster, baby..” Elvis grunted as he stood in front of you, feet planted firmly on the floor of his bedroom, head thrown back as his lips were parted. His chest was heaving up and down heavily, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening letting you know he was close to falling apart. Usually, you knew that at this point, you’d have to put his cock in your mouth to let him paint the back of your tongue white.

You were a good girlfriend like that.

And you were an even better girlfriend for agreeing to his idea of having him cum on your face. After all, he just came back from his two year long stint in Germany and you had missed being intimate with him so much that you didn’t even protest to this naughty little fantasy of his.

You were completely focused on the task as your hand was moving faster and faster, ignoring the slight ache in your wrist. What was about to come made you determined and while this had been Elvis’ idea, you were curious about it too. He always brought out the naughty and wild side in you and every time you had sex with your boyfriend, you were completely swept up into the moment.

“Shit… Little, y-yes,” he grunted as he looked down at you, quickly replacing your hand with his own, continuing your work. You took it as a sign to get ready and sat there all pretty on your knees, hands placed on your thighs. He grunted as he panted heavily, mumbling something about you having to close your eyes but you were too eager and lost in the moment to register his words. You barely had time to register them to be quite frank, because in a matter of seconds, warm spurts of cum landed on your face and your eyelashes fluttered in a reflex.

You wanted to see the whole thing happening, but that probably wasn’t the best idea.

As some of it managed to creep into your left eye, you didn’t even have time to cuss at your boyfriend for having some of his cum land in your hair, because you felt as if your eye was on fire. Letting out a panicked shriek, you squeezed your eye shut and covered it with your hand. Elvis didn’t notice it at first, until he saw you sitting back on the floor and fanning your hand in front of your closed eye, too scared to open it.

Elvis, unfortunately, didn’t have the time to admire his creation on your face as he saw the state you were in. Kneeling down next to you, he gently grabbed your chin and looked at your face. “Baby, are you okay?”

You glared at him with one eye, grasping the tissues he held out to you he got from the box on the bedside table, shoving him away. “You came into my eye, you idiot!”

Elvis sat on his knees opposite you, putting his hands on your knees as he watched you rub your eye with the tissues for a second. He should be worried, and he really was worried, but he couldn’t help but to see the humor in it. You looked at him as he let out a roaring laugh, managing to slowly open your assaulted eye, which was red and teary.

“I t-told you.. told you to close your eyes!” Elvis stuttered as he laughed hysterically, and laughing even harder as you gave him another shove and he fell back on the floor. You wanted to be angry at him and give him a hard time, but it didn’t take you long to be laughing just as hard as he was.

“I’m never doing that again!” You told him after the two of you had calmed down a little and your eyes didn’t sting as much anymore after Elvis had inspected it and kept a damp washing cloth against it, while also cleaning the rest of your face.

“Don’t say that, baby,” He grinned as he smothered your face with kisses, ignoring how he could still taste himself on your skin a little. “’S not like you’ve gone blind, now did’ya?”

“Well, sure felt like it!”

He laughed his contagious belly-laugh again and wrapped his arms around you, getting off the floor and rolling in between the sheets on the bed with you. Before you knew it, he was already on top of you and in between your legs again, grinning down at you. “I’ll make it up to ya real good, Little,”

“You better,” You smiled at him as you trap him in your embrace by wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, keeping him close against you as he leaned down and kissed you.

For the rest of the night, he made it up to you.

Again, and again, and again.

And every time, he made sure to be mindful of your left eye, kissing your eyelid lovingly as he reminded you how much he missed you when he was away in Germany for those long two years.

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[mysticficti0n]

all my attention part 1

warnings- swearing, smoking, fights (mention of blood), gets a bit sad toward the end

words: 4.8k (im sorry)

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well. anyways enjoy its my first Kaultiz fic so maybe a little everywhere but please read and enjoy 🤍

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I sat backstage messing around with my mic waiting to do sound check, I love my job and I'm lucky to be doing this at 17 but I do miss laying in bed all morning and not having to worry about what I look like constantly "Y/n we need you now!" our stage directer called to me pulling me from my thoughts, I stood fixing my sweatpants around my hips and carried myself to stage were Gustav was sat taping away at his drums "okay just need to go through where you'll stand in schrei" I nodded waiting for the man to decide "go top left" I complied and made my way to the corner near to the blonde boy

"does my snare sound normal to you?" I herd Gustav ask then a loud hit on the skin of the drum, it was lower sounding then usual

"no.. maybe tighten it again" he nodded and began playing with the bolts at the side

"Y/n can you speak into your mic" he asked sitting on one of the plastic chairs in the pit

"hellllooooo" I spoke getting a laugh from the drummer

"perfect...okay your done can you send Georg out" I nodded walking back out wiping my eyes as I made my way into our backstage room, 'quickest sound check ever' I thought to myself

"Georg they need you" he huffed rolling his eyes and grabbing his bass

"its way to early for all this" I agreed "its half fucking six!" he grumbled leaving the room, my attention turned to the only other person in the room, Tom, he was slouched on the sofa with his dreads freely sat on his head, we near enough had the same outfit on except he was wearing no shirt, as usual

"how did it go?" he spoke looking up to me to which I shrugged "oh Bill wont be back till like 12 he has meetings and vocal shit to do"

"I thought, anyways how was yours?" I spoke referring to the soundcheck

"well my guitar wouldn't come through the speaker, then the mic cut and I tripped so, perfect" I laughed at his words "anyways wanna smoke?"

"yeah" I hummed seeing him stand and grab his cigarettes from my bag I brought with me, we pushed the exit doors open and walked into the warm morning air that was finally in Germany, it felt like it had been winter for ages but finally It was warming up "I don't know whether I feel like performing tonight" I sighed as he handed me a cigarette, I brought it to my lips and he lit it for me

"why not? you love it" he was right but today just felt like... not a good day to do anything "you'll be fine when we get out there, I know you will"

"I just.. I don't know" I hummed breathing white smoke from my lips

"is it because of Brian?" Tom spoke making my head snap to him

"Brian! no of course not, me and him were done weeks ago I don't fucking care about him" I defended

"because you know he's gonna be their tonight Y/n. look I'm not the one to usually say this but nobody else is saying it- you broke up only two weeks ago and you've ignored what your feeling"

"fuck Kaulitz you're going soft" he laughed taking a drag "and I don't have a 'feeling'"

"I don't give a shit.. wait no I give a shit about you, not him, but honestly are you okay?" he spoke placing an arm over my shoulder to which I sighed again resting my head on him

"i...no, but I don't wanna think of it uno, he made me believe he loved me and that he was the one but all I saw was him hitting it off with a stupid bimbo" Tom's grip tightened comforting me "am I that bad?" I asked laughing solemnly

"I mean.. I" Tom began with a sly smile

"fuck off" I laughed shoving the dreaded man

"hey! I'm joking" he rolled his eyes at my childishness

"but I am sexy as fuck, I have piercings, fuck I dye my hair and yet I'm not better than a skanky, badly blonde haired big lipped whore" Tom shook his head stamping out his cigarette to which I followed

"well tonight play like the git isn't there and if anything find a fan pull them up and kiss their god-damn lips" Tom was a bastard for revenge, when his last girlfriend broke up with him (many years ago) he slept with 5 girls and sent her a picture with the caption 'pussy4ever' I looked back to the boy as he began to speak again "or kiss me?" he smiled wriggling his eyebrows

"yeah sure I will Thomas" we both laughed, in fairness we always found ourselves subtly flirting with one another but never really meant it, the little jokes, touchiness, it was all good fun. We walked back inside and watched as Gustav came off stage swirling drum sticks around his fingers and Georg with a grumpy look across his face

"whats wrong with you sunshine?" Tom spoke holding the backstage room door open for me which I whispered a 'thank you' and sat onto the brown, cold, leather sofa

"fucking bass wouldn't link!" he groaned going to the fridge in the corner and pulled out a water "every time we kept trying and in the end it was the wrong line" Georg slammed against the wall and hit his head

"dude calm down its fixed now" Gustav spoke looking at the bassist who was in no need of being told to 'calm down' Tom sat himself next to me and rested an arm around the back of the sofa occasionally tapping my shoulder and laughing every time I looked to see who it was, we all sat in a comfortable silence all In our own worlds- I was worried for tonight, seeing Brian again is making feel like I need to be sick, I just hoped I wouldn't mess up my parts.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

we were all quickly pulled from our heads and turned to the door where Felix our stage director was stood "we need you all, don't bring your stuff" he spoke in a hurry and running back to who knows where, we all sighed internally and stood up. Being closest to the door I held it open for the other 3 but they all waited

"just go-"

"Y/n we have this argument all the time" Gustav pushed me through the door before I could even argue back and they followed out laughing as I shoved the drummer back with a yelp leaving his mouth. We made it to the stage and walked to the middle, the feeling in my stomach got considerably worse as for the first time I realised how big the show was going to be my eyes curled around the room I couldn't even see the end of the building

"what are we doing?" Tom asked coming to stand next to me and resting his arm on my shoulder as for him I was 'perfect arm height'

"well I need to explain lights to you-" we all gave a small look to one another, nobody want to stand and listen to how the lights will be during the set but we also all knew we had no choice "so when you-" I acted like I was listening but I faded away, I stared right threw Felix and I imagined Brian instead, those fucking dark blue eyes, curly brown hair and that emotionless face he pulled when he said 'we're over' it's been 2 weeks since it happened and Tom was right I didn't really show that I was upset in front of anyone or how the moment haunts me, but they don't see what happens behind closed doors...

"Y/n" I herd a whisper into my ear and I looked to the boy beside me, his eyes looked worried "we need a few minuets" Tom's voice cracked through what Felix was saying and before the older man could interject I was pulled away back behind the curtain "you need tissue" he spoke, my forearm still in his hand as he dragged me into the bathroom next to our backstage room

"Tom I'm fine" he shook his head pulling toilet roll off and folding Into a square

"so do please tell me why you're crying?" I sighed, I knew he wouldn't stop till he got an answer or something from me

"strobes make me emotional" I spoke looking to the floor but he wasn't playing around

"look at me" he commanded but my head wouldn't let me, and I just stared to my shoes "please" at that it was like a release button was pressed and my head snapped up, our eyes met straight away but vision became watery "talk to me-"

"what did I do Tom? I tried everything, he had everything he said he wanted, and he's the only fucking one who's ever wanted me for me, not because of you four guys, not because of my work or money, he wanted me!" I sobbed as for the first time I finally told someone how I really felt "I haven't said a thing but to know he'll be here tonight makes me feel like shit- I can't look at him Tom, after everything we did and for him... for him to say its over and the same night fuck a girl kills me every day! I loved him and this is what I got-" I called in an almost scream, I leant against the wall and slid down until I could feel the tile on my legs and I just held my head, crying into my palms

"I know, and I know its going to be hard babe I know" he spoke and I felt his hand stroke my head "and he wont be the only one to ever want you, so many people will, I promise, you can find someone so much better- fuck sake you're Y/n Y/l/n!. and tonight we'll play the best we ever have just to show him, and I swear to fuck he tries anything on you, he'll be dead" I nodded finally lifting my head and looking towards the boy who just opened his arms for me while crouching, quickly I jumped to him which for the first time in a while- I felt at peace

"yeah..yeah we will" I breathed hiding my face in his neck

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6:00pm (one hour before the show)

"HELLO!" a voice rung into the room followed by a spiky haired boy who walked through the door "fuck me its dull in here" he laughed coming over to sit on his make-up chair

"where the fuck were you!" Tom called to his twin In a angry tone

"meetings and voice stuff" the other brother came back with

"you said you'd be back by 12!" Tom shouted

"I got caught up alright get over it I'm here!" Bill rolled his eyes and slipped of his shirt and began changing for the show, I decided it'll be best if I did the same, the other 3 were ready anyways

"I'll be back" I spoke getting up and going to my bag pulling my outfit out and walking to the bathroom. I locked the door and stared at myself in the mirror, my hair really needed a re-dye, the Y/H/C was really starting to fade, moving on I took off my vest and bra and pulled a lacy black one out and slipped it over me so I didn't have to unclip it, I saw a glimmer of light in the bag and pulled it out seeing a matching thong 'Fucking Clair' I smiled to myself and quickly slipped it on, I did look good I couldn't lie, I posed in the mirror and fixed my hair around my head- I needed a photo "CAN SOMEONE GRAB MY PHONE!" I called waiting to hear a knock as I combed through my hair with my nails

"here- woah" I herd a voice behind me say and I quickly turned seeing Tom looking me up and down with a smirk appearing on his face "who's that for?" he asked leaning against the door frame, his eyes set on my body

"well first of all- how did you get in I locked it, secondly its not for you Kaulitz so don't get you're hopes up" I spoke facing him and his eyes only widened "get out Tom" I laughed seeing him raise his hands in defence

"hey! don't blame me" he smiled placing the phone on the side and walking out and shutting the door which I promptly locked smiling at the idiocy of the boy "dudes she is in a thong!" I herd Tom telling the rest to which they all 'ooo'ed at

"CREEPS" I shouted hearing an up roar of laughter, I rolled my eyes and carried on pulling the phone up and snapping a few pictures of myself, then I grabbed the skirt which just about covered anything and a white top which usually matched Tom's as we decided we'd being doing that for the next few shows. I left the bathroom holding my old clothes and phone and saw all their heads spin to the door "god you guys need to get some pussy or something" I grinned seeing them all blush

"do a twirl Y/n" Bill spoke re-directing the conversation and so I did and he clapped when I bowed

"don't do that on stage if you're facing the crowd" Gustav smirked "I just saw your ass and I don't think your mother would be impressed if that happened"

"good call, someone write- don't bend at audience!" Georg spoke settling in his seat, we all sat and could hear the faint chats of the audience that was arriving, I began pacing around the room humming my lyrics to myself over and over

"smoke?" Tom asked to which I passed him out the door and waited for him outside, the cool night air hitting my skin "here- you need to calm the fuck down" I nodded taking the cig out the box

"I just don't wanna mess up" he smiled at me, lighting the end of the tobacco and then his own "what if they boo me or leave?"

"babe they won't" his hand wrapped around my waist and held me gently "everyone loves you out there, I've seen at least 100 people in your shirts, you've got it" I looked up to him and our eyes connected instantly "if anything look to me I'll do something alright?"

"like trip up or was that only for soundcheck?" he fake laughed rolling his eyes again making me smile, the distance seemed to shorten, we do have our moments but those are funny- this felt real...? tension building around us, eyes locked and ash falling by our feet

"you know-" he began

"TOM Y/N COME ON!" Bill crashed threw the door, hair standing on end and dressed in black (new for him) we quickly broke apart and took one last drag from our smokes before kicking them out and walking inside, people crowded us giving us mics, drum sticks, picks, guitars, sprays, you name it we probably had it

"WELCOME.... TOKIO HOTEL" the speakers sounded and the twins swagged onto the stage followed by me and Georg and Gustav last going to his kit

"GOOD EVENING TRIER" Bill called and the crowd erupted "how we all doing?" and the screams made us smile, it was such a familiar feeling but seeing everyone happy helped, Bill looked to me and gestured for me to come over so I brought myself to the front of stage passing Tom who winked to me getting a 'ooo' from the people in the room who saw, the black haired boy placed his arm around my head and the sea of people snapped pictures and screamed my name

"I think I know what the people want" I spoke with a smile, jokingly the boy 'leaned in' and screams of anticipation filled the building "no not that" I called as we pulled away and the boys behind got the cue to start playing schrei and I ran back to my place hearing the cheer only get louder as Bill began to sing- we loved destroying the imaginations of our fans, its thrilling there was always rumours, usually around me and that I am 'fucking them all' but it's defiantly not the case.

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It was time, I saw the boys look towards me and with a breath I joined the lead singer up front, being a backing singer I wasn't needed much but I was showing something tonight "so you all see my gorgeous girl Y/n here?" Bill spoke pulling me to the front of the stage, hands spiked up everywhere scratching to touch just a thread of our clothing "she has some news!" with a toothy smile Bill past me his mic and backed away back to the group behind- I wasn't used to being centre stage but it was crazy, I could see everything (ish) smiles and tear stained faces

"so you all know we haven't had new music in a few months right?" they all shouted incoherent words "well- you seem like a crowd who'd wanna see some new material!?" I looked back to the boys who were all dopily smiling at me as the people infront blew up in shouts "okay okay so, I wrote this song when I was at not an amazing time in my life.. I felt like giving up but instead, with the help of these, I wrote my feeling into a song, usually this would be preformed by our lovely Bill but.. just got tonight, I'll be singing" I hyped and the band got into places to start playing don't jump

I began singing the words and walking around the tip of the stage holding the hands of as many as I could 'On top of the roof The air is so cold and so calm I say your name in silence' until my eyes landed on him- the words seemed to be pulled from my mouth, everything went silent and he knew what he'd done to me... the song was partially made because of what he did before we broke up, my mind switched as I herd the strum of Tom's guitar- remembering his words 'and tonight we'll play the best we ever have just to show him, and I swear to fuck he tries anything on you, he'll be dead' with a breath I carried on stomping my way back up stage to the rest of the band Bill was off the other side by Georg and I went to my place by Tom, a smile smothered his face as I stood facing him 'hi' he mouthed, I let my free hand reach for his face and held his jaw getting a roar from the fans, Tom placed a kiss to my palm and I soon let go trying to hide a very big blush from swamping my face and our next move came to play- we both turned back to back as his strummed his guitar, I leant against him spilling my lyrics until the beat jumped again 'I scream into the night for you Don't make it true Don't jump The lights will not guide you through They're deceiving you Don't jump' I walked back to mid stage being followed by Georg first who smiled at me and banged his head, then by Tom who only smirked sending me a wink. I got to the edge of the stage and hands reached to me and I tried to hold them all 'And if all that can't hold you back I'll jump for you' the song ended and the building blew up, cheers, screams, claps it was a rush, I blew kisses to them all, my mind forgot about what I was thinking before. Bill and Gustav joined us at the front and we all did a joint bow getting a laugh from us all, the others let go but Toms arm still stayed around my shoulder pulling me close

"see told you they'd love it" he whispered I smiled looking to him, he was sweaty and panting slightly as when he concentrates to much he forgets to breath, his arm pulled me even closer and he planted a kiss to my forehead before the lights turned off- our queue to get off stage the 5 of us were ushered off and as I stepped over to be in the backstage area someones arms scooped me into a hug though I couldn't see because the whole place was pitch black "Ugh you did so well" it was Tom's voice, calming me instantly "they loved the song!" he spoke settling me down but still had me close "told you they would" I looked back to the sweaty guitar player and he pulled my head to his as he pressed a kiss to my forehead again

"get room!" Gustav poked erring a laugh from he rest "nobody wants to see a softy Kaulitz!"

"eh what do ya mean- he aint soft" Tom quipped eyeing his friend up

"gross" Gustav laughed walking his way back to our room, me and the other boy followed and walked in to see Bill lay on the sofa with his makeup nearly rolling down his face due to being so hot

"Y/n I can't get over the audience" the black haired man spoke "god... that was one of my fave ever shows"

"I can't get over it" i went to my bag and pulled my cigarettes out and the boys all seemed to perk up again "coming?" I joked seeing them all get up as we went to the outside, it was dark with only the security lights illuminating the floor, I handed them all a ciggy and pulled my lighter out and burning the end "I saw Brian, he was just kinda stood there" they hummed "I'm over it- he can fuck who ever he fucking wants because none will ever be as good as me" I groaned feeling the hot smoke going out my mouth

"I saw him and he just looked sad, he misses you, I can tell" Bill spoke getting a shove from Gustav "what? I doesn't matter. All I was saying is that he looked sad probably because Y/n/n was happy unlike when he last saw her" I laughed, we stood in a silence finishing our cigs, stepping them out and walked into a runner calling all our names

"BILL!...GEORG!?" he looked out off breath "Finally- we need you all, meet n' greet" we all had the realisation and practically sprinted to our room and began to spray any aftershave or perfume we could find as after running round and singing you sweat, meaning we don't smell the best, me and Bill fixed our eyes and hair and then we all walked out like we hadn't just shit ourselves and made our way to the front of the building to see a line of (mostly) fan girls crying out

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"thank you so much I loved the show and the new song! holy shit it was amazing" a girl named Bethany spoke hugging us all one last time, we were told not many more people so we fixed ourselves up and waiting for the next person

"I love the flowers" I spoke looking at the roses a girl called Alicia brought me "is their anyone else-" as I spoke the door opened with Erik (our runner) holding it for the next fan, we all looked up and saw a brunette boy.... blue eyes "what the fuck do you think you're doing?... seriously!" Brians eyes were red and face tear stained, I felt myself tense up at the sight, all the boys stood scarily still

"I want to talk to you babe" his voice shook, those eyes staring into mine, its like he didn't realise he was in a room of people who really did not like him "please its me... baby please"

"don't call her baby" Tom grumbled " she doesn't have to do shit for you" I looked toward the boy, his hands in a ball already he moved quickly, towering over Brian

"Tom" Bill warned but no remorse went to his twin, we all watched as Tom stared down at Brian saying words to fast to even work out, Brain looked like he was about to break down nodding his head

"and I'm not fucking lying- you ever touch her, talk to her, anything... I wont fucking stop until you can't move and my hands are red- understand?" I looked toward the others, I wasn't scared for Brian but more worried that something would happen, Georg got the memo and walked to the guitarist placing a hand on his shoulder, I saw Tom relax and walk back to us leaving my ex standing with shock on his face, he looked back to me

"please" he pleaded 'shit' is all I thought as I saw Tom's face drop, his knuckles white he stormed back to Brian "...dude-" he squealed before the guitarist had him up the door slamming him back and forth, I watched as my ex's face became red trying to shove Tom back but him being a lot shorter- he had no chance, perfect "GET THE FUCK OFF ME DICK!" he shouted and Bill grabbed his brothers shoulder and pulled him off

"leave I-" the singer couldn't finish as a fist flew into his shoulder "WHAT THE FUCK" Bil'ls hand collided with Brians face sending him back quickly followed by Tom punching down at the boy, nobody touches the other twin without the other one getting involved. The fight continued until a scream cut the room, blood was on Toms arm and he stepped back, Gustav was keeping me back by our picture wall and Georg stood next to him and seized looking over

"damn-" Gustav hummed, I looked over to see Brian holding his nose and Tom proudly standing above

"this is your fucking fault Y/n... I should've dated you-" his words stung "this would have never bloody happened if I had just left you earlier!" my heart ached "fuck" he grumbled standing against the door, I looked to his eyes- black and blue. He took a step forward, stumbling slightly but he quickly found his feet again and came at me "YOU DID THIS!" I turned back waiting for my pain- a punch, a slap, a kick but I never felt it THUD I opened my eyes to see Georg on the floor slamming his fist into the boy again- he was really getting the works tonight

"BA-ST-ARD" he chanted before the door burst open to two runners with astonished faces who quickly grabbed their walkie-talkies and spoke some words I couldn't work out, within seconds security rammed in pulling Georg off of Brian who looked even worse and we were all taken back out "fucking dick what did he think he was doing!" and the five of us were pushed out the room

"arsehole" Tom stormed "hope he's in fucking pain for ages-"

"I can't believe he tried to punch me, ME!" Bill shook his head going through to our room I walked with Gustav giving him a 'look' to which he only nodded at "he's a dick" the boys all sat and I just stared into the mirror- those 5 minuets felt more like hours and I just didn't have any words

"this is your fucking fault Y/n... I should've dated you-"

"this would have never bloody happened if I had just left you earlier!"

"YOU DID THIS!"

those sentences flying around my head, I couldn't pull myself away from it, I just looked at myself, I just felt- wrong

"what the hell! why did I just have to see security drag a bloody nosed kid out that room!" Our stage manger burst in "you lot are a world famous band we don't need stunts like that being pulled! 16 people have had to miss a meet n greet because of it!" he shouted but I couldn't hear him really- I wasn't there "Y/n!" he shouted snapping me back

"I'm sorry" I spoke turning to face him

"it's not her fault" Gustav spoke "he was fucking deranged" I laughed slightly looking back at him with a smile

"I don't care! its not a funny matter, its disappointing" we all nodded as he walked out, I turned to the boys and looked to the twins, Tom had blood over him still and Bill just looked pissed off

"I think I'm going to go to the hotel..." I spoke grabbing my bag off the side and hanging it over my shoulder and pulling my skirt lower to feel more covered "bye-"

"wait-" someone spoke "I'll come lemme clean myself up first- five mins" it was Tom, I nodded and settled myself onto my make up chair watching him run to the bathroom

"we're not annoyed at you Y/n, its not your fault" Georg spoke coming over stroking my shoulder "he's a prick"

"I know- I just feel bad, you all basically got hurt because of him and the whole thing was so pathetic I doesn't even seem real like.."

"yeah I get it- its fine, just sleep it off alright" I agreed and watched through the mirror Tom come back in

"ready?"

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[octuscle]

Hey Cronivac Support,

I dont trust myself with the settings so i am asking you. I am Half German and half Moroccan, and I look German af. Brown hair, brown eyes, big smile and a really white skin. I am thinking what would happen if my appearance were based on my Moroccan genes.

Can you help me out?

Brother, chill out! Have a shisha. Just ignore that there's German shit in your body. Your dick is circumcised. You pray at least once or twice a day. Friday you also go to the mosque… It doesn't matter if there are still German genes in you.

Thursday morning. You will survive the last school year at the Gymnasium. What comes after that, you don't know yet. Something with languages might make sense. Your mother tongues are Arabic, German and French. And you are actually quite good in English and Spanish at school. But you also enjoy science. First lesson today is chemistry. Stoichiometry. Actually very interesting. But somehow you have more and more problems to understand your teacher. When he approaches you, you start to stammer. You can't think of the right words. "Youssef, you are welcome to answer in English, if that is easier for you." You sigh in relief. German is really a difficult language. And even though you have a German grandmother, German was never spoken much at home….

During the break, you hang out with your brothers. Talk about soccer, cars, the usual stuff. Smoke an e-cigarette to go with it. And you make an appointment for the afternoon at the gym. Then it's off to the workshop at the vocational school. Metalwork. Hey, you're not training to be a car mechanic so you can mill toys out of metal plates. You want to become a car tuner. And create really hot cars. Your vocational school teacher is from Syria. Fled a few years ago. He speaks much better German than you do. You've only been in Europe for two years. Your mother had the French and the Moroccan passport, so you could immigrate relatively easily. But you didn't understand why you had to move to Germany. Some of your pals now live in Marseille. You would have found that cool, too… But Stuttgart? Just because your father found a good job as an engineer here at Mercedes? Anyway, you're a fighter, you'll survive Swabia.

Lunch is at the snack bar of a former colleague of your father. He has saved up enough money on the assembly line for his own snack bar. And now he makes the best falaffels in town. On weekends, you help out a little. You can always use the extra money. And that way you also get the food cheaper. Since you've been in training, you no longer get pocket money from your parents. You are the eldest son, you now have to do your share to feed the family. And if you are the first to have a vocational qualification here, your chances of getting a permanent right to stay are also the best. If only it weren't for this terrible language…

Gym, auto repair shop, vocational school, Gym…. Your daily routine is somehow always the same. Your boss is also a Muslim, from Turkey, so you have tomorrow afternoon off to go to the mosque. But you also have to work on Saturday. But you are grateful that you have the job. And you can afford your car and the gym. It was not easy to come to Europe. It cost your parents almost all their savings. And now it's your damn duty to succeed and support your family. For that you learn to be a car mechanic, for that you sell falaffel on weekends. That's why you mop the gym floors and clean the toilets at night. You even study German for that. However, this has already brought you a few thousand followers. Your picture from the last workout has 800 likes after just half an hour. Let's see, maybe new opportunities to become rich and famous will develop. You have the right gene pool!

Pic of your latest workout found @tufas

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #race change

[weemsfreak]

Miranda Hilmarson x NamedfReader

Presenting my first ever piece for Miranda Hilmarson!

Follows Top of the Lake China Girl, Miranda survives. ~3.8k words

➤ Inspiration for this story No Children - The Mountain Goats

Part 1 of 2

Warnings: cigarettes, alcohol, a few Top of the Lake spoliers, men slander, bullying

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Hateful.

That's what you were.

That's who you were.

But you hadn't always been like this.

At one point, you had awoken from slumber and greeted each day as if you could make the world yours.

At one point, you believed that there was some good, and that maybe you could help to make the good prevail.

But, that was a long time ago. And since then the world has thrown absolute shit at you time and time again.

You started to believe that even the good was not good,

and you eventually became bitter at the world.

You became hateful.

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Adrian left. Coward. You knew the man was weak. His office, now yours, hadn't a trace of him left, you made sure of it.

You had only spoke with him at occasional meetings back when you worked in Germany.

He seemed competent, but not very smart. You didn't know him all too well, but, he was a man.

And when this man left willingly, you moved to Sydney and took his job.

When he left, he left a woman, and a baby, you were told.

He packed up his family and left, you weren't sure why.

Everything you had heard about him and this woman sounded like a clusterfuck, honestly.

The woman was a constable who worked for you, now. But, you didn't know her yet, as Adrian had given her six months paid leave to look after her baby and recover.

Apparently she had gotten shot and almost died.

Under the guidance of Adrian.

Apparently she had a surrogate that ran, so Griffin found her baby and brought her home while the woman was in the hospital recovering.

Who did nothing to help? Adrian.

Apparently Adrian made sure that the baby would be looked after by the help of others.

He had a big heart, was a big softie, looked like one anyway; but you begged to differ.

Careless Adrian.

And then he left.

You hadn't met this woman yet, Constable Hilmarson, her name was, but you were sure when you did, she would be a mess.

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A tall woman in uniform entered your office and offered a hand for you to shake. You instantly knew who it was.

"Constable Hilmarson. A pleasure to meet you Detective Sergeant Schulze."

Your gaze directed to her slim hand before it moved up, and up, to her face. She was pale, blonde, void of makeup, and plain.

She was not what you had expected, yet exactly what you would expect at the same time.

She was boring and mundane, yet there was something about her that made her shine.

You understood why Adrian would, well whatever happened between him and this woman, but she was, at the same time, just so plain.

You assumed she would be a mess, you assumed she would be heartbroken, dragging her ass around in self pity.

But here she was, first day back at work, smiling wide down at you.

You had half a mind to ignore her gesture and tell her to sit, to wipe the smile off her face; alas, you had to be professional.

So you stood, noticing that you were rather short next to her, and took her hand in yours.

"Likewise."

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The months went by, as they do, and everything seemed to be going rather well. Griffin and Hilmarson worked on small cases, nothing too crazy had happened. The men were working well with each other, though they could be doing more. They always could be.

The only thing that you were having a hard time with was some paperwork that Adrian left for you.

This man was fucking disorganized, which made sense, considering how many other things he was obviously preoccupied with.

Maybe someone would know what he wrote here? What the hell was that supposed to say?

Shit.

You made your way out into the office, asking the men if they could read it. Of course they all attempted, until they quit.

"Griffin, can you make out Butler's writing?"

She took the paper from you and stared at it for a moment, "No, sorry." She paused, "Maybe Hilmarson can."

Your eyes flit to her empty desk, "Where is she?"

"Smoke break" Griffin replied.

 Rolling you reyes with a groan, you made your way outside.

"Hilmarson!"

When she heard her name and caught you moving fast towards her, her eyes widened and she threw her cigarette behind her.

"Sorry Sarg, I'll get back" she said, turning to walk past you hastily.

"No."

She stopped and stared down at you, her eyebrows furrowing.

You grumbled, "I don't care if you smoke, I need help with something."

She slowly moved closer to you and pulled out another smoke.

Hilmarson one hundred percent believed that you were annoyed with her, that was until she offered you a cigarette and you took it.

"Adrian's writing is messy as fuck." You pulled out the paper and passed it to her.

"What does this say?"

She scanned his writing, hate filling her heart at the thought of him.

"It says 'Stally and Carson reported to Bondi beach'."

You took the paper from her, squinting your eyes at the names. You never would've guessed that said 'Bondi'.

You gazed up at Hilmarson as she looked to her feet, seemingly lost in her own head.

Her cigarette burned itself out between her fingers, eyes failing to blink.

You hadn't failed to notice the amount of comments and 'jokes,' as the men called them, that were thrown her way. You were aware of the banter and harmless fun between coworkers, especially police, but you had heard a few things that were not within the confines of your definition of harmless jokes.

Miranda hated hearing of that beach, Bondi beach. She hadn't been to a beach in so long. So, so long.

She also hated hearing of Adrian. She hadn't seen him in so long.

Good.

She watched as you took a drag and squinted down at the paper in your hand.

She heard what they called you; a bitch, bitter, boring, hateful.

And although you were grumpy, grumbly, not very personal, didn't say thank you, and never smiled a real smile, she liked you.

Your emotion and intentions were usually direct, you didn't beat around the bush.

And for that reason she thought that maybe you liked her too.

You accomplished things, you didn't care what people thought of you.

You weren't scared to talk back, you weren't scared to stand up for what was right.

Actually, you didn't seem scared at all, of anything.

She wished she could be as careless as you, she wished she could stand up for herself.

Sometimes, she even wished she could be hateful.

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A call came in, letting you know that a suspicious box had been found at Bondi beach.

Interesting, you had just learned what that place was the other day.

Your eyes traveled to the window of your office, expecting to catch Griffin at her desk, before you remembered she was off today.

"Shit" you groaned.

Grabbing your things, you exited your office, deciding you would go yourself. If this turned into a case, you'd rather give it to her over the men.

"Hilmarson, you're coming with me to investigate."

She was up from her desk in a flash, grabbing her hat and following you to the door.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Bondi beach" you answered, reaching for the door.

She stopped dead in her tracks as a small gasp escaped her lips.

"I-um, I actually just remembered that I have to do something important this afternoon, I-I forgot."

You turned to find her staring down at her hands, fidgiting with long fingers.

"It can wait" you demanded.

"N-no it's really important, I'm sorry" she murmured.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked her up and down, you watched as she bit her lip, nervously standing her ground.

"Are you really disobeying my order constable?"

At this, her wide eyes met yours, but you could see something unusual in them.

Fear.

Some of the men were listening, letting out "ouuuu Hilmarson" when she refused your order.

"Quiet!" you barked.

Was she really refusing? Was she really going to make you take a man?

Fine.

You pointed to constable Brown, "You, you're with me."

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Looking out over the ocean and popping the top off of a beer bottle, you watched from a cliff as the night turned darker, the waves beginning to crash a bit harder.

As the night turned darker, it seemed, you also began to crash harder.

Today you read her file.

You read her file and then decided to drink away your sorrows.

You understood now why she wouldn't go to Bondi beach.

You understood now why you saw fear in her eyes.

See, there wasn't much that scared you anymore, but, there was one thing.

You were forever guilty, forever wounded, forever hateful for what had happened to her, your love.

It was a simple mistake, really, but it cost you your happiness, and her, her life.

She was tall and slim and strong.

She had the widest smile, one that made her cheeks puff out, adorable.

And she was brave.

It's almost like you could picture her, standing down there on the boardwalk, looking out over the never-ending expanse if water; just like you.

Together again, one last time.

Hell.

Hilmarson?

You blinked, placing your beer onto the rock and scooting closer to the edge.

If your brain wasn't playing tricks on you, which it very well could've been, she was stood on the walkway, hands tucked in her pockets, eyes squinting as she looked out over the water.

But it couldn't be her, it wouldn't be. She was too fearful.

You stood and sat further away, hoping she couldn't see you from her spot.

She did.

As you were admiring staring at her questioningly, she happened to look your way. A small smile lit up her face, then she turned and started running.

You watched as she ran down the walkway and up the path to the cliff.

You couldn't help but let smirk lightly at her clumsiness, why was she running?

"Hi" she murmured, climbing the rock to sit beside you.

You turned your gaze to the water and sipped your drink, "I thought you were avoiding the beach."

Hilmarson faced you and tilted her head in question, "Why would you think that?"

Placing your beer bottle into your bag, your eyes never left the ocean.

"I know why you refused my order."

You heard her take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Okay, please don't be pissed at me. I'm sorry about that. I can't- I can't go onto the beach, it makes me, um, nervous. I can look at it though, from far away."

You turned to her with a look that said 'seriously?'

She pouted, "It's different."

"I suppose" you deadpanned.

She looked to the ocean in contemplation as your gaze stayed focused on her.

She had soft alabaster skin, way softer than yours could ever be.

She had eyes that sparkled like the snow on the most blue winter day.

They showed fear, fear and sadness and betrayal.

And, she had your heart, the ability to melt it like fire.

The ability to dig herself into your flesh and pull out your insides, until you didn't know who you were any longer.

Until you were a shell of a person.

Until you were hateful.

She had the ability to do all of this, when she died.

You reached into your bag and pulled out two bottles of beer, passing one to her.

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Walking past the desks, you did a double take when you got to your office door.

Hilmarsons desk was an abomination, papers and random things scattered everywhere. You scoffed when you noticed multiple coffee mugs and spoons littering her desk, and you wondered if her home was the same.

Was that a carton of milk?

"Hilmarson, clean this shit up" you demanded, walking to her and scanning your eyes over the paperwork.

She looked up at you in surprise, then nodded her head in shame before stacking the papers sloppily into a pile, "Sorry sarg." You turned and headed back to your office, closing the door in attempt to get some work done.

However, after five minutes, you couldn't help but peer out your office window to find Hilmarson dropping the stack of papers onto the floor, scattering everywhere. You watched as she crouched down, picked them up, and attempted to stand, hitting her head on the underside of her desk.

You shook your head, standing and opening your office door. "Hilmarson, see me in my office."

She sheepishly entered, closing the door behind her.

"You are extremely careless and clumsy" you stated.

She smirked slightly before it disappeared.

"Is this one of those 'clean your shit up or I'll fire you' talks?"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what was she talking about?

"Have you had one of those talks before?"

She looked to the floor and nodded.

You sighed, "Well then why haven’t you cleaned your shit up yet?"

Her gaze travelled back to you with a proud expression, gesturing wildly with her hands.

"I'm doing better. I'm not as messy as I have been, and I haven't broken anything lately."

Just as she said this, she swung her arm dramatically over a shelf, knocking a small vase onto the floor.

You sighed and placed your head in your hand. "Hilmarson, just go."

She winced as a frown overtook her face, then she turned quickly, leaving pieces of vase on the floor.

You sat at your desk and asked yourself what Adrian saw in this woman. Were you missing something here? Did she posses something in which you had to learn to appreciate? Did he see it? Did he know how?

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Hilmarson was sat on Griffins desk, her phone in Griffins face as she smiled, eyes watery.

When Griffin saw you enter, she almost pushed Hilmarson off of the desk, telling her to get back to work.

You walked up to them as Hilmarson sat and plunked her phone onto her desk with a frown.

You raised a brow at her, "What's so amusing, Hilmarson?"

She looked up at you as her mouth opened in confusion, her brain running a mile a minute trying to differentiate sarcasm from serious.

A smile lit up her face again.

You watched Griffin shake her head out of the corner of your eye, and then a phone was in your face.

A picture of a baby dressed in pink. The baby, hair so light you questioned it had any, was crawling on the floor playing with an empty beer bottle.

You were no mother, but that probably wasn't safe.

She then swiped to the next photo and you found Hilmarsons signature smile staring back at you.

Your eyes flit between the photo and her, she smiled wide up at you with a glimmer in her ocean eyes.

You sighed, knowing that you usually wouldn't give a shit about a child, especially some baby photos.

The fact was, Hilmarson was slacking off, and you wanted to be a bitch about it.

You wanted to tell her to get back to work, you wanted to say 'get over it, it's just a child'; but for some reason you couldn't.

So you nodded, "She's definitely yours, Hilmarson."

Locking yourself in your office, you sat with your head in your hands. You didn't understand why she was so happy all the damn time.

A shitty job, a shitty town. Adrian had left her, after all.

But the more you thought, the more you realized that she must be grateful.

For she had her baby and she was alive. She was alive.

◇◆◇◆◇◆

You finally packed up your mornings work and headed to the break room, eager to eat your sandwich.

Nobody said a word as the men finished up their work and headed out for lunch, you were used to it.

Eagerly you reached the break room to find Hilmarson leaving with a bowl of cereal, letting the door close with a thud.

She nodded at you with a small grin.

As soon as the door to the room shut, you opened it.

Stally laughed, "Hilmarson as a mother!? What a joke."

"Yea, her and her one good egg" Carson replied.

Your eyes widened as you froze, hand gripping the door knob with fury.

You turned quickly, watching as Hilmarsons gaze spun your way, a frown instantly overtaking her face.

Her bright eyes became dull as the lines between her eyebrows and around her lips deepened.

It was saddest, most pathetic you had ever seen her.

"Stally, Carson, are you seriously insulting a fellow officer?"

The men turned to you, startled by your sudden presence.

"Schulze, it was- we were just joking" Carson stuttered.

You stared at them with the heat of a thousand suns.

"It's not a joke unless it's fucking funny" you seethed.

The men looked at each other, then back at you, they were screwed.

As soon as Stally opened his mouth to say something, you stopped him.

"My office, NOW!" you hollered, swinging the door open for them to exit.

As you followed the men to your office you kept your gaze to the floor.

You slammed your door shut and demanded they sit.

"If you think for a second I will tolerate slander, insults, shitty fucking jokes, or bullying of another officer…" you pointed to your door.

"Walk out that door now and never, ever, show your good for nothing faces here again."

You crossed your arms, standing your ground as you stared them down, their eyes on the floor in silence.

Stepping closer, you leaned down, your lips just above their ears.

"I don't know your stories, but I do know that if you had went through half of what Hilmarson has, you wouldn't be here right now. Would you?"

If they were going to act like children, you'd treat them as such.

"No Sargant" Stally mumbled.

You stood and backed away. "Are we clear?" you asked in a sickly sweet tone.

"Yes"

"Good. Open the door" you demanded.

Miranda couldn't help it, she was used to being made fun of, but her heart fell when you opened the breakroom door. When she watched you basically push the men into your office and slam the door shut, confusion washed over her.

So she sat at her desk, which wasn't far from your office, and listened.

She was thankful that most of her colleagues were gone to lunch, so they didn't have to see, or hear, any of what had happened. Or, what was happening.

She could hear you through the door, through the walls, your voice reverberated off of her skin, and at the same time seeped into her cells and spread throughout her body.

Tears formed in her eyes as warmth spread with it, and she realized what you were doing.

You were standing up for her.

"Hilmarson!"

She stood instantly and appeared at your door in three strides.

"Sargent" she nodded.

"Come in, close the door."

You paused, looking between the men and Hilmarson. She looked at you, they looked at the floor.

"This is absolutely ridiculous" you mumbled. "Stally, Carson, stand."

They stood.

"Turn to Hilmarson"

They turned.

"Apologise to her for acting like privileged twelve year old's, for god knows how long."

They did.

"Now get the hell out of my office" you spat.

You sat and stared at the wood of your desk, sighing before looking back up.

Hilmarson was still there, watching you with a toothy grin and watery eyes.

You knew what they called you, a bitch, bitter, boring, hateful.

But, none of it mattered. None of it mattered because it was you, and because it was true.

Hilmarson, on the other hand, had most likely been bullied for years.

The tall one, the woman, the odd one out, the leftover.

Adrian had to have noticed, he must have known. He was the only one who could've put an end to it, the only one with real authority.

Yet, he didn't.

And so, Hilmarson smiled down at you with thanks in her bright eyes, and you felt your heart…do something.

Her smile almost made all the bullshit you went through worth it.

"Thank you."

You averted your gaze back to the desk as you nodded.

"Do me a favour?"

Hilmarson stepped closer to you, "Of course."

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.

"It seems when I leave my office I walk into a playground run by men. I never liked playgrounds, or men."

Hilmarson chuckled, you almost did too.

"Get me my sandwich from the fridge? I haven't eaten all day."

You didn't know their stories, true. You didn't know what any of your colleagues had really been through, just as they knew nothing of you.

But as their boss, you had their files, and that was enough to have leverage.

It was enough to understand.

When lunch was over, you stepped out of your office and demanded everyone's attention.

"I don't know what kind of place some of you think this is, but it's NOT fucking junior high. I don't know what Adrian let some of you get away with, but I will have no bullying, no misogyny, no sexism, and no bullshit in this office. I hear and see EVERYTHING, and if you decide to test that theory, you'll soon find out."

You looked around the room, finding everyone's attention turned to you, annoyed.

Except for Hilmarson, who smiled.

"Get back to work"

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She was near, you could feel her presence.

You hadn't felt it in so long.

Like the warmth of the sun, the smell of the rain, the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

She was there.

And oh how warm, how beautiful she was.

You had forgotten.

Her, in all her glory.

You, in all your misery.

Your soul combined with hers, one goes nowhere without the other.

But that was wishful thinking. Wishful dreaming, perhaps.

Because that wasn't the case. No, not at all.

The case was that she was frowning, extremely unlike her, unfamiliar to you.

You could only remember her smile.

The case was that you had fucked up, a mistake, really.

The case was that she was dead. A bullet.

And suddenly, you remembered what you had said to her that day.

It was your fault, it was all your fault.

…And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away

And I never come back to this town again

In my life

I hope I lie

And tell everyone you were a good wife

And I hope you die

I hope we both die

The words spill like venom, involuntarily. You slap your hand over your mouth, but it's no use.

You watch with bated breath as your wife starts to spill tears like a waterfall, and turns to scratching at her own flesh, blood and tissue dropping onto the floor,

until…

Miranda.

Your heart fell as Miranda stared back at you.

She was frowning, extremely unlike her, unfamiliar to you.

You could only remember her smile.

You could only remember her happy.

God, you just wanted her to be happy.

#miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader #adrian suckzzz #top of the lake #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #wlw #top of the lake china girl #miranda hilmarson fanfic #miranda survives

[captaincapsicle83]

Soldier Boy

Prolouge

TW: Sexism(?), cursing

Summary: Steve Rogers was scrawny and no match for the US army. Luckily, he meets someone else in a similar situation. The other soldiers consider them weaker, but they find themselves growing closer as friends.

But Steve's new friend seems to have a secret to hide.

(Have you ever watched Mulan? This is basically the plot of Mulan)

"Line up!" The man's voice called out through the crisp morning air like a foghorn.

The young men, striding tall and proud, stood in musty, battered army green uniforms. Each of their faces were stoic, eyes empty, prepared to be filled with the scars and horrors that were bound to fill them someday. That, or they would die.

Steve, a boy with thinning blonde hair and a chest full of spite, stood as tall as he could. Admittedly, for Steve, this wasn't very tall at all. The boy was a 1940's poster child for malnourishment. But Steve had heart. And heart was what he needed to get by.

A tall, mean-looking man stalked down the line, sneering in the faces of the men before him. The man, Officer James B. Pench, stopped, in front of a man two spaces down from Steve. The biggest man on the field, the size of a truck, stood between Steve and the guy Pench was in front of. The other man was just as small as Steve, maybe a little larger.

"What's your name Soldier?" Pench commanded at the other fun-sized man.

That man, the man was you. And you, truthfully, were no man. You had cut your hair, and you gave yourself a fake name, and you joined the military.

It wasn't hard to do. You didn't have any friends, not really, and you had grown up an orphan. You remember being moved quickly from home to home, so often you barely had time to meet people.

So, y/n disappeared and you became-

"Peter," You yelled out, deep from your gut. "Peter Parker sir!"

"Parker!" The Officer barked back. "You been working out sir?!"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

"Sure as hell don't look like it!" You kept your hand saluted, not wavering once. It wasn't the worst thing him, or anybody here for that matter, could say. In fact, the absolute worst thing that could happen here would be if somebody pulled down your large bulky combat pants, revealing your lack of manliness.

Like, Literally.

Combat was insane, and not what you as a little girl were taught to do. You weren't taught to do much, but mostly to sit and act like a "lady." You liked the feeling of a constant "go!" mindset and were especially fond of the brotherhood present in the army.

You had made one steady friend, possibly, the first one you can remember. His name was Steve.

"Where're you from?" He asked you one night. The two of you were lying on the roof of a building.

"Brooklyn," You lied, saying it so easily in such a monotone voice. God, you felt horrible. Even if Steve was your first friend, he really wasn't. He was "Parker's" first friend, sure, but that's because Parker only existed for about 4 months.

"So am I," shit.  "We should hang out sometime. Grab a drink."

"Are you even old enough to drink?" You laugh, making a stupid joke in hopes the conversation would drop. You didn't want him to find out...And even if you could hide it well enough to galavant around New York with him, you didn't know if you could lie to him that long.

"I'm sure Bucky would come to," Steve seems to ignore your joke, focused on his little dream. "Have you met Bucky?"

"Y-yeah. Kinda," You stuttered out the words, not looking over at his puppy dog face and little beady eyes that were always so full of hope.

You decided that night, that maybe it would've been better had you not ever joined the military. Not that you weren't of use, you were doing a pretty bang up job.

But lying to people, most prominently Steve, it broke your heart.

***

You wished the nazis would've blown you to bits in Germany. If they had, you would've had a much better time with the rest of your life.

You signed up for the first trip over, even after discussing with Steve the two of you would take the second.

Maybe he was mad, hurt a little, but imagine your surprise when you returned and "lil' Stevie" was labeled as Captain Fucking America, and was about the size of a truck.

And if you thought you were surprised, with your racing mind and many thoughts, imagine his. His when the truth came out.

Sorta.

You were standing at the desk of your superior officer, the same one who stood in front of you in a line of men, bigger and stronger than you, and told you, you were nothing.

The day you had been dreading, where the lies became too much and you knew you would have too... have to leave. To resign.

Have to come clean.

But for now, you hoped only leaving would be enough. Hopes you'd never have to see any of these men again.

The Officer was standing opposite of you, behind his desk. His wrinkled face was curled into something of a smile, as he extended his hand to you.

"Officer Parker," He spoke. "It has been my utmost pleasure having you apart of the service."

You clasped his hand, a similar grin on your face. When you drop it, he sighs, and comes around the front of the desk. He stands opposite of you for a moment, before opening his arms.

He pulls you into a tight hug, which you return gratefully. He leans his mouth closer to your ear, and his whisper sends chills down your spine.

"I know."

TO BE CONTINUED

#bucky barnes #marvel #avengers x reader #marvel mcu #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #female reader #current wip #marvel wip

[hello-nichya-here]

Do you think Lula might try to patch things up with Israel considering the rally that just happened in Brazil?

Let's make one thing clear here: the rally was not pro-Israel. Not really. The flags had a pentagram instead of the star of David, and people in said rally were saying shit like "We support Israel because they're CHRISTIANS like us."

The rally was really about a bunch of useful idiots that sympathize with fascism and straight up neo-nazis (some of which were friends with or direct descendents of the actual nazis that fled to Brazil after WWII, including the monster JOSEF MENGELE himself) who support the wanna-be dictator, and sadly Brazil's former president, Jair Bolsonaro, PRETENDING to give a shit about the Israel situation solely because Lula finally grew a pair of balls and called out the genocide against palestinians - and thus the supporters of Bozo the clown are now trying to use that as an excuse to impeach him, as yet ANOTHER attempt to ignore the results of the elections in which Lula defeated the fucker in 2022.

There's video recording of Bolsonaro (who has never been shy about wanting to turn Brazil into a dictatorship again and actually said the words "I'm pro torture, and this country won't be fixed until at least 40.000 people are dead") full on saying "We can't allow the elections to happen, otherwise I'm gonna lose."

The police tried to prevent people in the northeast region of Brazil (where nearly everyone is pro-Lula) from voting, to try and tip the escala in Bolsonaro's favor. They STILL claim Lula's victory was a fraud.

Finally, on January 8, 2023, his supporters tried staging a coup, fully inspired by the shitshow the USA had when Trump lost (and something that Bozo the clown had ALREADY said he wanted his supporters to do were he to ever lose an election) by invading government buildings. They stole and destroyed lots of valluable art-pieces - lots of which were from jewish people that either fled from nazi Germany before they were sent to concentration camps, and some that actually BEEN in said concentration camps.

And this was not a case of "Maybe they just didn't know what it was", not fully at least, because like I said, Bolsonaro's supporters have VERY strong ties to the nazis. They have done the sieg heil in his homage, say Brazil should have a nazi party, and have tried to make schools say the holocaust never happened. Some of Bolsonaro's ministers have also said shit like "Brazil's economy won't get better until we get rid of all the jews" and a fucker actually copied one of Hitler's speeches, on camera, wearing a nazi-inspired uniform, with one of Hitler's favorite classical pieces being played in the background.

As for Bolsonaro, the slogan he chose for himself "God above everything, Brazil above everyone" is clearly inspired by "Deutschland über alles" (Germany over everything). After his victory in 2018, SBT, one of the TV channels that supported him the most, used the slogan "Brazil - love it or leave it" which the dictatorship Brazil was under used for 21 years as a not so subtle threat to exile people who opposed them (and exile was the KIND fate they could be given, considering the people tortured daily in prison, or full on murdered).

So no, I don't see Lula trying to patch things up with Israel to try and win the support of these people, because they don't actually care about Israel. This was an anti-democracy rally, filled with nazis, and if they were to rise to power again, and not destroy themselves from the inside like they did during the pandemic, it would be the worst case scenario as it'd mean one less government calling Israel's genocide against palestinians AND a bunch of antisemites in power trying to make their own reich, putting all the jewish communities of Brazil in danger.

Remember folks: Israel does not represent all the jews in the world, no matter how much it desperately tries to pretend that it does. Calling it out for commiting genocide is not antisemitic, and supporting it does NOT mean making sure jewish communities will be safe - as you could see, in my country's case, it could mean nothing but a stepping-stone in making said communities the targets of actual nazis, pushing them to exile or something way, way, way worse.

#asks #anti semitism #anti zionism #free palestine #fuck nazis #lula #brazil #brasil #bolsonaro #bozo the clown

[ktficworld]

Lavender haze

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f! Reader

Summary: Steve is shy, the girl he likes is shy and Bucky have had enough watching their pinning.

Warnings: fluff, maybe an offensive joke(for the snowflakes)

A/n: this is my opening to ce characters. Idk who's gonna read this but I hope it's good. I almost got a heart attack when this didn't appear in drafts

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I love you Steve Rogers, why aren't you real? ♥️

First time was an accident...

They were coming back from an excruciating mission from Germany and to say he was tried would be an understatement.

His whole body ached, his eyes didn't get a blink of sleep for how long, he didn't know. He was going crash out the moment he reached his room.

The moon shined in the sky as he drove them back to the compound. Steve was in the backseat talking to whoever, he didn't noticed. While Sam was whining in his ears about how exhausted he was, how he beat the shit out of the hydra agents, etc.

Bucky had already tuned out Sam and focused all his energy on driving. Plus, who listens to Sam anyways.

"I'm going straight to bed, after reaching home. " Sam said, barely keeping his eyes open.

"No, we have to go to the debriefing first. " Steve said.

This made Bucky kick the breaks. Making the car come to a stop abruptly. Sam almost hitting his head on the dashboard. He finally snapped from his zombie like trance after listening to this statement.

"Steve are you serious? " Sam asked incredulously.

"Yes"

"I'm not going. " Sam said and threw his in the air.

"Sam" Steve said in a low voice.

"I have been awake for 48 hours! "

"So, am I. "

"You are a super solider, I'm not. I'm going to pass out if I don't sleep. "

Sensing Steve's stubbornness, Bucky turned to his best friend.

"Steve, I know Wilson has a flare for the dramatics. But he's right this time. " He said, ignoring the dirty look Sam sent him.

"But fury is already there. "

Both Sam and Bucky groaned in unison and looked at each other before Sam again spoke to Steve.

"Then, let's go get some coffee. I don't see any other way brain will function. "

Before Steve could say anything, Bucky interrupted. "Yes, let's do this, " He saw Steve's mouth open in objection. "No, Steve you are already dragging us in a stupid meeting. You don't get a say. " Whatever Steve's argument was, died in this throat as he swallowed his words and closed his lips.

Pleased, he turned on the engine, started driving, in search of a cafe. After watching the buildings move backward for sometime. They finally found a cafe. It was close to the compound, but not at a walking distance.

Three of them walked into the cafe, the November breeze flowing raffling their hair. Except Sam.

They gave their order and went to sit down, much to Steve's confusion. He and Sam sat down. Steve coming towards them with a scowl, oh he already knew what's going to happen.

"What are you doing? "

"Sitting" Sam replied nonchalantly.

"We need to go to the debriefing. "

"Steve relax, it won't be long. Plus fury can wait. " Bucky said, his friend can be really a stuck up sometimes.

"No way, I'm going to ask them for to go . "Steve hastily turned to make the change. But in his recklessness bump into someone, or should he say a girl.

"Ouch! " The girl exclaimed, her drink hitting the floor.

"I'm sorry miss I-" He froze when he looked at the girl.

The woman looked at him wide eyed, wonder and surprise shinning in her eyes. She was wearing a long blue dress with floral print and a hoodie on top. A peculiar combination but she looked... Cute.

"Captain Rogers? " The girl asked, a little breathless.

"I uh-" Steve stuttered his face slowly turning crimson. And Bucky knew it was not because of the chilly air.

He smirked and turned towards Sam who was also quite enjoying this little conversation.

He slightly shook his head. Steve Rogers who could scold the president while not even breaking a sweat, was now having heart palpitations while talking to this woman.

Steve cleared his throat and said. "I'm sorry miss, because of my hurry I bumped into you and your drink also got wasted. Let me buy you another. "

"It's okay and no need to buy me a drink. " She said with a soft smile.

"No, I insist. " He said and asked the barista to make what she ordered. After the order was made he paid the barista and handed it to the girl.

She bit her lip and smiled skyly. "Thank you, captain Rogers. "

"My pleasure. " He said, scratching the back of his neck.

With a smile the girl left the cafe and Bucky and Sam joined Steve. Unbeknownst to Steve during this little chat, their coffee already got served and like the best friend he is. He kindly requested a to go, for Steve.

"Let's go. " Bucky said while handing Steve his coffee.

Steve nodded and they headed outside. In the parking lot he saw the cute girl. Her and Steve's eyed locked and she waved at him with a smile, Steve waved back with a fond smile.

"She is cute. " Bucky said with a knowing smile. Steve quickly looked ahead, as if finally realizing, he was not alone.

"Yeah" Steve said flatly and got into the car.

Bucky stopped in his tracks.

Wait! That's it.

🌷

Second time was a coincidence...

After the debriefing He literally passed out, after reaching his room. He was intending to stay in his room all day, only coming out to eat. But, no luck couldn't let that happen!

That's why here he was, hair ruffled, clothing a mess. Walking side by side with Sam to the nearest cafe. The slightly cold morning and the glaring yet soothing sunshine added to his misery.

"Stark and his shit twelve hundred dollar coffee maker. What is the point of wasting this ton of money, if it isn't even going to work? " Sam ranted. Twinning Bucky's red eyes and tired face. He just hummed.

Finally after a long walk they arrived at the shop, driving was not a option. Before Bucky could reach for the door. Sam chimed.

"Is that Steve."

He turned back and yep. It was Steve, in his workout clothes, on his faster-than-car run. Oh god! Didn't he ever got tired? Weren't they given the same super solider serum? Maybe dr. Erskine's had better quality.

"Hey punk! " Buck shouted, atleast he tried.

Steve stopped and looked in their direction, squinting. Maybe he recognized that these sack-bags were his friends as he made his way towards them.

"Bucky, sam? " Steve enquired and looked them up and down. His face turning concerned. "Are you alright? "

"Nah, we just need coffee. " Bucky said dismissing Steve's concerns.

Steve raised his eyebrows and hummed. "Let's go inside then. " With that they went in.

🌷

They were waiting for their orders when a sweet voice called out. "Captain Rogers"

Their head wiped towards the voice, Steve's was fastest. There she was, again now wearing a pink dress with a beige cardigan. Gazing at Steve in surprise her eyes darted around and widened when they fell on him and Sam.

"Sergeant Barnes, Mr. Wilson" She quickly added.

"No need for formalities sweetie. It makes me feel like a 90 years old. " Sam spoke but hissed afterwards as he kicked him under the table. Bucky glared at him and gestured at Steve, who's jaw was clenched so tightly Bucky was afraid he might break his teeths.

She smiled but her attention returned back to Steve. "It's nice to see you again. " She said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Steve was melting inside, he was sure of that.

"You too. Do you frequent this place. " Bucky was surprised with Steve's clean response. He was expecting him to stumble a bit.

"Yeah, it's my favorite. "

"That's nice, miss... " He trailed off, not knowing her name

Wait! He didn't know her name? Isn't that the first thing you ask about a person? He was a punk indeed.

She immediately gave her name. Which brought a soft smile and light pink colour on Steve's face.

After that the orders arrived and she smiled at Steve one last time before opening her laptop and busying herself with it. Or so he thought because.

oh! How wrong he was.

During the the whole time they were there Steve and the sweet girl kept stealing glance. Even smiling at each other when there eyes locked. Steve's coffee got finished a long time ago but he didn't made any efforts to leave. Instead he was shyly looking at her like he wanted to speak a thousand words of affection, worry, sadness and joy. But they were stuck between anonymity and longanimity.

When she finally left. Steve turned to them expectantly. Bucky and Sam shared a meaningful glance before Bucky voiced his thoughts.

"So, when are you going to ask her out? "

"Ask who? "

"You know who, y/n."

Steve looked away before speaking again, his voice stern. "Don't be silly. It's too early. " With that he left.

Ugh! Dense

🌷

But third time was fucking intentional...

After the morning conversation. Bucky tried to pursued Steve about making a move but he didn't budge. So, he gave up, chalking it to nervousness.

This morning they were at the gym for their workout. They were already done. Bucky went to the nearest bench, breathing heavily. He picked up his water bottle and started talking large gulps when Steve spoke.

"I'm going to the cafe. Sam, bucky are you coming too. "

Bucky choked on his water, Sam side eyed Steve with a smirk and Natasha just looked confused.

"Yeah, sure. " He said coughing a little.

Steve gave a small smile. "I'll be in the lobby. " And then he left.

Natasha gave him a "what the fuck" Look. To which he in turn gave a "I'll explain later" Look and rushed outside.

🌷

Steve almost broke Bucky. Because this punk couldn't gather enough courage to aske her out.

At first he was supportive and gave him time. Went with him to the cafe for encouragement.

She would come to the cafe. On a cute bicycle, which sometimes had flowers in the front basket. Make small talk then they would exchange glances and smiles and it would end with Steve's defeated face as he once again, failed to say her out.

Steve had also made sketches of her and just starred at her without saying anything. Which he found really creepy. But, hey. Maybe it was introverts love language or some shit.

But what really broke the sergeant's hand was when Steve finally got his shit together and decided to finally talk to the girl. He brought some flowers, dressed nicely and went to the cafe. He thought that was it.

But as soon as he entered through the door. His confidence evaporated like water and he gave the flowers to a old lady and left. He knew technically she was of his age, but still.

If he was a father his kid would have never recovered from the disappointed glare he gave to Steve.

🌷

Exasperated he dropped down on the couch.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on with Rogers. " Natasha's cool voice made him jump. He looked to his right to see her sitting there with a knowing smirk, arms draped over the couch and looking so-

"It's a shit show. " He explained everything.

"Oh, Rogers got a crush. "

"But he's a dumbass. "

"Come on Bucky. Use your brain, " She leaned closer and whispered. "Who would know trickery better than us. " She winked.

Oh

🌷

The next day he went with Steve, as usual. But stayed behind while letting Sam and him go. When Steve asked he gave an excuse that his motorbike was acting up.

Then, he went to the bicycle while looking around. He didn't wanted to go viral for flattening someone's tyre. After doing his job he headed to the cafe, while silently praying that he doesn't go to hell for this.

Steve, unsurprisingly didn't deter from his normal routine. But, now he had to make them leave the cafe at the same time as the sweet girl or she would leave in a cab.

"Steve, tony just messaged me. He's calling us back. " Bucky lied, when he saw her packing her things.

"Why? "

"Maybe something came up. " He shrugged.

Steve sighed and stood up, Sam and him doing the same. The girl had already left, but not the cafe.

They entered the parking lot, ready to go. He glanced in the direction of the bicycle and sure enough. She was there looking down at her bike with a frown.

"What happened y/n." Bucky poked. Steve's head immediately whipped to their direction.

Hmm, simp.

"My tyre is punctured. "

"How? " Steve moved closer to her.

"I don't know. When I came here, it was just fine."

"Oh, that's sad, " Bucky drawled out. "But Steve can drop you off. "

If looks could kill, he would have been six feet under due to the deathly glare Steve was giving him. But he continued the innocent facade. "Plus won't it be safer if captain America drops you rather than a cab driver. "

"But what about tony. " Steve argued.

"You don't worry about him. Also you know how tony is, he may just be calling us to show off his new invention, " He looked at Sam. "Don't you agree? "

"Yep" Sam replied Bucky could hear a smirk in his voice.

Steve finally resigned. "Alright, " He turned to her. " May I? "

She nodded and said. " Yes" And hopped on the motorcycle. Goosebumps forming on her arms.

He noticed and frowned. "Are you cold? " She looked up at him, flustered. "Yes, I forgot my cardigan today. "

Steve removed his jacket and gave it to her. She took it with a small smile and wore it, the jacket swallowing her whole.

After that they left. Bucky waved at them before sam spoke.

"You did it. Didn't you? "

"Yes" He mumbled.

"Do you really think Steve would ask her out now? "

He nodded and started the ignition.

"Nah, I don't think so. He's too chicken shit to do it. " Sam countered.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "Wanna bet, Wilson. "

🌷

You couldn't believe you were riding with Steve Rogers.

You had a crush on him since childhood and when you first bumped into him. You couldn't help but stare at him in awe.

Then everytime you met him you try to talk to him. Even if your communication skills were not that polished.

You always caught him looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes. But always brushed it off as accidental glances. He was out of your league, even if your little heart flutter everytime you met his cerulean eyes.

So, when today. You found your tyre flattened and sergeant Barnes asked Steve to drop you off. You were speechless and and flustered aa hell.

And when he gave his jacket to you. You thought you were floating on clouds. His scent was so hypnotizing. His hands were flexing on the bike handles and you could easily look at his perfect profile.

He cleared his throat and you quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught starring.

"I.. Uh... Never asked for your address. " He stuttered.

Your eyes widened at the realization. "And I never gave. " You chuckled nervously

Before you could say anything, a car suddenly whooshed past you. Making Steve hit the breaks.

The abruptness made the bike jerk forward and you collided with his back and your hand flew to his chest for support.

Breathing heavily you noticed that his one hand was on your hips and yours on his chest. Oh holy Mother of christ. You could feel his body from his too thin shirt. Your cheeks were on fire.

"Are you okay? " He asked worriedly.

You nodded while still trying to clam your racing heart.

"Address? " He asked, breathless.

"Huh? "

"Address? " He said a little louder.

"Yeah that. " You hurriedly gave the address and he started the bike again. Now with arms around him and cheeks ablaze.

🌷

"This is not a house. " Steve said.

He was disappointed that his ride with you was over. And that he still hasn't asked you out. He confidence always faded around pretty women.

"Yeah, it's my shop, " You said, gently stepping on the pavement. "I'm a florist. " You removed his jacket and tried to give him back.

"No, keep it. " He said while trying to think of a way to finally ask you for a date.

"But it's yours. "

"Nah, it's okay I'm not cold. "

"But-" She protested.

"No buts keep it. " He motioned for her to go.

"Okay then... Bye. " She waved.

"Bye" He muttered, sighing as he saw your retreating figure and taking a deep breath he decided. Now or never.

He called out your name and you stopped at the door and then turned around, your lavender dress fluttering due to the wind.

"Yes? " You asked.

"Can I get some of your favorite flowers? " He asked with a smile.

Smiling shyly you said yes and opened the door wider.

🌷

Sam and Bucky were sitting on the couch, watching shitty shows and eating. It was late in the evening. When they saw Steve enter the room, jacket gone, smelling like flowers and wearing a shit eating grin. They knew what happened. No, not that, I can't write that.

"How was your day? Steve. " Bucky asked with a smirk.

" Great" He replied and went to his room.

Bucky looked at sam wiggling his eyebrows. Sam grunted and slide him a 500 dollar bill. He smugly took the bill and smiled victoriously.

Mission accomplished.

#steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fluff

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I was tagged by @avida-heidia-5 & @jennarations 🫶🏼 I’m truly honored, thank you very much 🥺

I’m tagging @sebsdaniel @slugesh @formulahuh @norribobs @landoom @jethro-in-the-tardis @481boxboxbaby @izzief1rambles @mctwinkdom @princesspiastri @otterpiastri @someominousecho & whoever sees this and wants to participate (feel free to ignore) 🧡

1. Who or what got you into F1?

My grandpa and my dad. It was a tradition of the family that whenever my grandpa and uncle came to visit we watched f1 together after lunch. My sister and mom weren't too interested, but I somehow got so obsessed I started watching races on my own. I can't pinpoint when it happened, around 2003 or 2004 maybe. I remember following Fernando’s journey to his two titles.

2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?

Michael Schumacher. I was drawn to the rapid red car winning almost every race. Wish he was still on the grid, he'd be still my biggest favorite. Absolutely loved his passion and dedication to the sport, and what he achieved in his career.

3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?

My polite cat, Oscar 🥺 I have followed his career since his f3 season, watched him win both f3 and f2 in his rookie season, and got heartbroken when he ended up without a seat. Celebrated his contract with Mclaren like it was my success and I'm so proud of his achievement in his first year. Many more podiums and wins to come, mark my words.

Lando is a close second, followed by Charles, Alex and Max, rounding out my top 5.

4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?

Landoscar, not just shipping-wise but also as teammates. They completely charmed me which is not a surprise considering I love both of them. Their dynamic is just so smooth, they're competitive but respectful and show support for each other. Showing up to celebrations despite having a shit race, going over to congratulate even after a disastrous Quali season. Worked so hard to bring back mclaren’s glory days and I’m fully convinced if these two can’t succeed, no one can.

I adore Lestappen too. The enemies to friends storyline will always work for me. They just work so well together, I can't explain why and how it's just perfect!

5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite team and/or favourite driver(s)?

Don't think any of them are into f1, but we all shared the same favorites. My sister and I were big Fernando/Michael supporters in the beginning, but then Seb obviously stole our hearts. My dad supported literally everyone who beat Lewis 🫣

6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?

Have to say the Qatar sprint and the main race this year, also Japan 2023 and Singapore 2023. But my all-time favorite is Brazil 2016. Extremely wet race with a masterclass drive from Max.

Germany 2019, absolute chaos but such an exciting race.

7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar.

Spa, iconic with gorgeous surroundings. From the past, Sepang. Wish we had it back, such a cool one.

8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.

Nope, I was planning to visit my home race in 2020 but we weren't allowed to go due to covid.

9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?

I'd be fainting and get hospitalized if I ever met an f1 driver, especially one of my favorites.

10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?

MP4-23 chrome Mclaren

&

Renault R27 with the ING livery

Don't ask why, I can't explain.

11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?

Maldonado was a kamikaze driver with all kinds of reprimands and penalties in his active years of racing. It’s impressive he still bagged a win (legally).

12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.

‘If you no longer go for a gap which exists you are no longer a racing driver’ Aryton Senna

‘Leave me alone, I know what I am doing’ Kimi Raikkonen

‘Mate, is Carlos blind or what?’ Oscar Piastri

‘I’m trying to get my first win, not my first therapy session.’ Lando Norris

‘I’ve got two balls but none of them are crystal.’ Sebastian Vettel

‘There is something loose between my legs. Apart from the obvious.’ Sebastian Vettel

All DRS tweets from Oscar, but they're from his f3 years so dunno if those count or not.

#tag game #Long post hence the keep reading section

[ohsalome]

I am so sorry for you that some of the Western press is just garbage when it comes to ruzzia. More concerned to write dozens of articles about like one isolated case of a ruzzian who appear to be anti-war, often picking examples were the impact is grossly overstated in Western press, having had no impact in ruzzia at all. I'll say that there are very very very select few ruzzians helping Ukrainians such as those helping Ukrainians to leave ruzzia. But guess what? They are not necessarily anti-war and even if they know to keep themselves anonymous and out of the public eye. But if anyone from Moscovia publicly denounces the war, they'll get a shit ton of coverage and even more asylum offers. It's ridiculous. Let them fix their own country. Europe literally tries to get Syrians to go back (or forces them to) to a country in which the ruzzian state also occassionally just decides to bomb full neighbourhoods until there is nothing left of them. But god forbid the poor uwu "anti-war" ruzzians aren't giving visas. The Ex-Soldier with his stupid book is a prime example of how ruzzians will exploit the heck out of Europe while not ever even considering to shed a single tear for Ukrainians (the worst being the absolite ridiculous excuse from the exiled ruzzian opposition org that they never would have thought he would lie to them - fellow ruzzians :O like no eff you, you willently ignored that he voluntarily rejoined the army and never gave a shit about how Ukrainians responded to the disaster). Same for Navalny ofc (and while I do consider it correct, that he was treated for being poisoned, I still know he has never renounced his right wing connections and is just as imperialistic as Putin so no - he ain't a viable "alternative" - as much as the press tries to whitewash him).

The most rational statements from ruzzians about ruzzia have come from those who left because of the regime before or right after Crimea liek Kasparov and even with him not all he says is perfect, but you know, he also has 0 ambitions to return.

On the other hand, where are all the heartwarming stories about Ukrainians? They are way more interesting, there are countless of those. There are so many Ukrainians who also willingly speak about the trauma experienced by ruzzians during occupation but I guess rape, torture and execution just gets "boring" after a year.

While I think that, as an East German, German politicians have come quite far - took 'em long enough - I totally can see what the other anon mentioned. Our press is absolutely desperate to romanticize ruzzians all the time. We hate the idea of "all ruzzians" so we latch onto "not all". Which I find particularly upsetting, since this debate has been had in Germany. Extensively. And what was largely agreed upon in German politics, culture etc.? That all Germans carry guilt for the holocaust and destruction wrought upon Europe. That being a bystander is not enough of an excuse. Sure we also latch onto the Germans that were an exception to the rule like crazy because we need the affirmation that not all Germans were okay with this, but there are some unspoken and actual laws in place. A whole chunk of put constitution is build around the concept of the common guilt for atrocities.

Aaaaand yet. When our press looks to ruzzia they simply cannot cope with the idea that maybe in some ways, history is repeating itself again.

Sorry for the vent. But I hope you know, that there are also some Westerners (if I count as such... always bit complicated as East German) that seek out Ukrainian sources to understand and see the war through your eyes.

Nothing much to add. I feel the same outrage.

#response #ukraine #war in urkaine #russia #germany #not all russians #politics #very good comparison with the way syrian refugees are treated. never thought about that before but huh

[chaos-event-horizon]

An update of a sort.

Have been informed that Goldie is looking at this blog and screenshotting it to make comments about how she doesn't like or support proshippers and "doesn't give special support to anyone" and that includes trans people, because trans people are normal humans, but has never once said anything bad about them or incorrectly gendered anyone.

Hmm. Interesting.

"I couldn't be further from a trans exclusionary feminist, I respect trans people and don't align myself with feminists!" || "Trans rights activists are so dramatic! The person who has called for their rights to be taken away and supports groups calling for their murder is OBVIOUSLY in the right here! They should really just listen to her, I'm sure they'd agree that they are horrible people if they did!"

Ah, yes, how big and different of you.

"Anyone with a uterus is a woman. All afab people are women. Didn't your mommy teach you the difference between men and women? I am ignoring the fact that you specifically mentioned trans people because I think that as long as I don't mention them, no one will read between the lines here when I say that if you were born with a uterus you are a woman and nothing will ever change that. This cannot possibly mean that I am disrespecting trans people because I am ignoring them."

You're right, what else could that possibly mean?

And not a proshipper? Not supporting proshippers?

Hmm. How very strange. Then maybe you should stay the fuck out of the tags and stop using them to promote yourself? Since all this shipping stuff doesn't matter to you, why bother forcing your ass in? Since you think proshippers are so stupid and dramatic, why are you using them to try to get people to interact with you-- something that clearly is not working, since you claim to not like anyone here besides the person who is telling everyone involved with "problematic" media to kill themselves?

I'd say that this could all be chalked up to misunderstandings, as it is implied that you are from Germany... however, English is not my first language, and I seem to be able to understand these things well enough.

I'm aware that there are people who follow Rian and I, and who we interact with, who still interact with this person and claim that she's a lovely person who would never hurt a fly. You know, except for the very obvious blood kink and sado-masochism. Whatever, I do not care. The only thing that concerns me is the health and happiness of my family and close acquaintances, and whatever drama is attempting to be stirred up about this is just needless internet dick measuring.

But if you're going to have a pissing contest, at least have the decency to not chew on your own feet while trying to aim. The results might get messy.

As for avditor or whatever, I know all I need to. He's an asshole who sends threats and calls people pedophiles for liking fictional things. He's a twerp. He's an idiot. He's a blowhard who is simultaneously claiming to defend and bow down to a group while talking over them and telling them to kill themselves when they correct him. And I personally think it's hilarious that he hides behind all those acts, just like you do-- and yes, Goldie, I know someone is showing this to you for your viewing pleasure, in the hopes that they get to see more drama to light up the inevitable darkness of all of your worthless existences. I'm fairly certain that if I hadn't put my foot down and turned off anon, we would have been hit by another laughable wave of bitches and cunts that seem to be at the neck and call of that sad little group.

So go ahead. Say what you will. Eat your own tail as you all bend over backwards to justify your own hypocrisy while condemning people who do far less. I quite honestly do not give two shits, except insofar as how it effects Rian. why not screen shot this and pass it to your own followers? You can circle-jerk and claim victory to your heart's content, and eat shit while doing so, as I will no longer be addressing these issues directly.

I however am tossing this whole farce aside, now. Because quite frankly I'm too busy to deal with arrogant insects. Enjoy whatever conjecture you wish to continue spinning on this, because I will no longer be publicly speaking on this matter, and neither will Rian.

But if I hear about anyone sending anon threats on our behalf, I hope you imagine the sound of my crushing your skulls and think better of it. We will have none of that.

#discourse #mature #goldie90 #avditor

[autumntouched]

I feel so bad that it’s been forever since I’ve written something for you all, so here’s a little more of that Every Time It Comes Around WIP:

After Jake leaves Phoenix in the med bay on the carrier, they don’t talk about the kiss. In fact, they barely talk at all in between packing up their seabags and boarding their flight home with the rest of the team. There are red net seats on their flight off the carrier, and Jake struggles to bite back a smile when Phoenix drops down next to him. It’s close enough quarters that his thigh can touch hers without anyone looking twice. She startles at the contact, jaw tightening to hold in either a gasp or an expletive.

Fanboy sits down on his other side, but fortunately, he’s asleep before they’ve reached full altitude. Phoenix closes her eyes and leans her head back against the woven seat. A tickle of hope low in his stomach waits for her to slump onto his shoulder so he can feel the weight of her against him. But she doesn’t give an inch, just like always. When she pulls her arms in and crosses them over her chest, he can feel the snuff of hope in his abdomen and starts to think maybe the med bay really was a dream.

They switch planes in Germany, this time their seats like those of a commercial airline. He’s so sure they’ll sit together again that he doesn’t think to count the pilots and wizzos ahead of them, so his heart sinks when Phoenix hesitates between the open seat beside Bob and the empty ones across the aisle and chooses Bob.

She glances at him, a plea of apology in her eyes when he has to shuffle into the window seat while Fanboy teases him for suddenly turning slow. It’s Bob she finally falls asleep on, and Jake’s teeth hurt from clenching them with jealousy. It’s not Fanboy’s fault Phoenix bailed on him, but Jake can’t muster the better part of himself to take him up on conversation. He’d overheard Bob tell Phoenix that Fanboy felt bad about not getting the laser lined up in time, even though Rooster had still been able to pull off the drop. Knowing Phoenix would have something to say if he made Fanboy feel worse, Jake makes up an excuse about being tired and has to pretend he’s asleep instead of getting a drink off the beverage cart.

They land at North Island in the fresh darkness of dusk, and Jake hurriedly slings his bag over his shoulder. It’s been only a few days since they left, but somehow it feels like their training was a lifetime ago. One Jake wouldn’t mind leaving behind so much if it weren’t starting to feel like Phoenix has decided to ignore him. She’s ahead of him on the tarmac, in step with Payback, Fanboy, and Rooster.

Jake’s pride flares up, holding him back from catching up to her. Two can play this game. A hand falls on his shoulder, and he looks over to see Bob considering him with bemusement. Phoenix’s backseater glances around. In the shuffle for their bags and the promise of a real shower, no one’s paying them much attention.

“Phoenix told me to tell you she’s heading back to the Navy Lodge.”

No shit. They are all heading back there. Bob’s expression shifts, his mouth curling with a smirk. “Of all people, wouldn’t have expected you to be so obvious.”

Jake stops mid-eyeroll. “Obvious about what?”

Bob glances around and leans in. “About wanting to sleep with a fellow officer.”

The words jam a rod down Jake’s back. Shit.

#current wip #sorry the progress has been slow

[soumaizumip]

My Soccerwife Might Be Dead and I Am Going to Have to Learn to Be OK With That (But For Now I Am Very Annoyed)

god ok 204, let me down one last time (overreaction) (still waiting to actually see him if we even get to but the implications are driving me batty)

at this point i can’t even say if i think they’ll actually ever bring the old kunigami back. they seem just fine letting this be the way he is now

i Really wanted him to be punished in this game. if he was going to change this would have been it. this should have been it

at the very least i wanted him to get knocked down a peg. he had one goal which he basically stole from isagi which seemed to have already been going in without his intervention

i wanted him to get a lower bid this time

and yet

and it’s basically just the same thing. he hasn’t changed from when he first came back “he’s big and we trained him to be an asshole, and the people love that” 

everything points to him being successful right now, that this is what works and this is what he should be doing

hell his bid doubled even though he BARELY played a part in this game WHICH HE SHOULD HAVE PLAYED MORE OF BECAUSE IT’S AGAINST CHIGIRI AND IT SHOULD HAVE MEANT A LOT TO HIM NARRATIVELY AS MUCH AS IT DOES TO ME, A RELENTLESS FUJOSHI WITH A FIRE BURNING IN HER HEART OK I’M SORRY I’LL MOVE ON

we are being told he will not change, that nothing so far has driven him to change, whether it’s being outshone by isagi, ignored by his team, or... chigiri, at all

they really got my damn hopes up with their reunion, and their reactions on the field... when in the end it did not matter at all

this game was not about them, it was not about kunigami

when, no fujo, i think it really should have been. that’s how it was quite literally set up to be so i don’t think that’s unreasonable to think

What was all this for then. truly. did they forget they wrote this 8 months ago

if this is not what is going to get him to change then what fucking is how much more grandeur do you need because any opponent they face from now on does not know the old kunigami and does not give a shit about him (we are ignoring that on paper no one in blue lock gives a shit about each other you know what i mean)

i’m not gonna act like i know better than the author but literally what was the point of this game then. it dragged on for eight months. 204 has isagi recapping what he ‘learned’ which is learning to use his eyes for the 80th time

the game ended up having the most development for yukki? (or maybe that's just all i remember bc it took 8 fucking months) which is fine. but that didn’t need to result in their win

this win just felt like it has no point for isagi (he’d still have his revelations but who he was facing was irrelevant) and germany when a loss would’ve meant a lot for kunigami. hell even with them winning the writer just seems to not care about seeing any kind of story line for him through. and that makes me sad

maybe im jumping the gun maybe we’ll get meaningful reactions from the 2 of them after this but... i am not expecting anything anymore for this round

because honestly what can chigiri even say after this. what a kick in the face

he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on anymore to wake him up. chigiri lost, kunigami won, and he’s more successful than he’s ever been. they keep hinting at a “pride before the fall” for nagi but i doubt they’ll go through those motions for kunigami

also chigiri should’ve had a way higher bid but i didn’t know where to say that. he is the goddamn speed star

#blue lock spoilers #every passing week is filled with dread for when we'll actually see him after the game #but you know what if we just didn't. they might truly think it doesn't matter #when it matters So Much to me #kunichigi #again for my records #txt #boy i hope im wrong and i can look back and be like wow what an overreaction just wait #but will i #maybe i'll see my wife in 2024

[gemsofgreece]

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Sad and unacceptable that they asked this Greek actor while filming to remove his cross necklace. Like the disrespect 😔

The article is in Greek, so I am gonna explain what happened. A Greek actor participated in a Pakistani production prepared for Netflix. The actor says he was immediately met with a hostile environment on set, however all this became even clearer when the producer demanded of him to remove his cross because “the movie would be international”. The actor argued that exactly since the movie would be international and not specifically Pakistani, it made sense to be more tolerant of all expressions and faiths (and his character wasn’t a Pakistani anyway). The producer insisted and the actor then argued that the cross wouldn’t be visible since his clothing was layered all the way to the top. The producer ignored this and insisted. The actor didn’t press the situation, he got ready for the shoot, kept the cross under his layers of clothing and filmed the scene without issue.

I am personally told an even worse situation: a friend was working in a restaurant in Germany, a supposedly tolerant European country. He was wearing a cross under his shirt. The Turkish supervisor demanded of him to remove the cross. It’s been years so I don’t remember exactly how this unfolded, whether he complied or not. (He left at some point though.) The whole argument is that you force your religion to others which is laughable and for some reason only happens with Christianity?! Does that mean that if I see a woman with a hijab I am automatically forced to become a Muslim?!?! No it only happens with a Cross. You automatically get a first class ticket to Saint Peter’s gates upon looking at a cross. What a bunch of bullshit! The Turk obviously did not like a cross in the restaurant , even under her employee’s shirt, and Germany, like many other western countries, in the name of diversity and inclusion, selectively welcome the beliefs of some communities while butchering the right to self-expression of others. I find this situation worse because at least the Pakistanis are overwhelmingly and very passionately Muslim, you could expect some reaction like this one from them (not that it is justified). But Germany which constantly raves about equality and tolerance and diversity turns a blind eye towards such injustice. I have been told this happens in many of the northern countries - they are so scared that they maybe called backwards because they are/were mostly Christian-cultured, that they have ended up accepting and empowering everyone except their own Christians.

And people are taking advantage of this. What are the chances that this Turkish supervisor would also demand of a potential Muslim waitress with a hijab to remove it? Not nonexistent, but pretty slim anyway. The cross though? Toss it away, no problem.

And let me be clear, of course people of other faiths face numerous problems with their religious garb in a society with a different major religion, i.e Christianity. Of course it’s super common for Christian shop owners to not hire visibly non-Christian employees. I am just commenting on the hypocrisy that this happens only by evil Christians, maintained by the “woke culture”. This in fact happens by everyone in power unfortunately. A Greek in Pakistan is harassed because he is in a disadvantage. A Pakistani in Greece has no as many ways to practise their faith because they are in a disadvantage. No matter how much we try, we just hide behind our fingers, religious intolerance remains strong everywhere across the globe. But the ones who pretend to have figured out and fixed all the problems are the ones who anger me the most, because they are hypocrites who allow such shit to keep happening under their nose.

#tw religion talk #greek orthodox #anon #mail

[beardedmrbean]

Okay mostly know Indy from clips(Disney hurry up and put the films on plus) but didn’t Indy try to save artifacts so that the NAZIS and Soviets wouldn’t have them?

While we don’t have to take stuff like the British museum, but after all these church burnings, statues being destroyed, and other shit (especially in the Middle East) I would prefer artifacts to stay in a secure place rather than being at the mercy of emotionally immature people.

Sorry this took so long, keep getting distracted by things and people. Mostly people.

Ya the British Museum bit is a quality observation since there's a post on here that goes over that situation perfectly, guy from I believe Iraq visiting the museum and crying in front of an exhibit of stuff from "home" cue the ignoramuses with no capacity think of any possibility beyond 'white people bad' displaying a stunning lack of critical thinking skills and outright ignorance, until someone points out that if someone had bothered to read the article they would have seen they were tears of joy.

For Indy, the first movie 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' he finds the Jewish artifact generally referred to as the "Ark of the Covenant" got the broken OG 10 commandments tablets, some manna, and Aaron's staff in it, manages to get that away from the Nazis because just because they hate Jews it doesn't mean they won't try and take advantage of their sacred artifacts.

Winds up in storage in a warehouse in the US that holds all kinds of things that are on the do not touch list.

In regards to the movies it's the only thing he did not get back to it's rightful owners.

Temple of Doom, the whole thing was with stones that were somehow magical and provided prosperity to the village where one of them was, their sacred object gets all three but loses two when they start getting charged up off of Indy's grumpiness but he saves the one that belongs to the village and gets it back to them.

Last Crusade at the opening (RIP River Phoenix) there's a cross he's trying to retrieve from a guy that will pretty much just sell it on the black market, not an object with any specific owner other than maybe the Vatican and he says it belongs in a museum.

Which I can agree with given the type of object it is, to a point, maybe ask the Pope if it's ok.

Then it's looking for the literal Holy Grail, which can't leave the spot in well they used Petra for the outside shots so let's go with that, so it's still where it was when he started just underground a bit maybe.

Crystal Skull, took it back to where it belonged and the aliens took off in their space ship since they needed the last one's head before they could do that.

Young Indiana Jones Chronicles, I can't think of any artifacts that he specifically recovered and took away once he was old enough to know the score, went in to a mummy's tomb as a child with TE Lawrence and a few other folks who did stuff but he was like 8 what could he do. Same with meeting up with Teddy Roosevelt on a safari in Africa with several other big names if you know names from that time.

Tolstoy's Bible might count, but he traded Tolstoy his baseball cards for that so fair deal (wild thing to say) got to hang out with the last round of Hapsburg's in Austria too, really top quality show.

Kinda jumps from childhood to him late teens, riding with Pancho Villa meeting Remy (RIP Ronny Coutteure) who wants to go back to Belgium since well that whole first big tussle with Germany and Austria Hungary known as WW1 is going on and he wants to defend his home, so lot of WW1 stuff there not much archeology, do get a episode with Tim McInnerny playing Kafka that's a lot of laughs but that's an espionage thing, whole episode played out like Kafka wrote it fun stuff.

After all that he goes back to the US, and there's no archeology at all, rocket building with Goddard, college dorm mate with Elliot Ness, learns Jazz from some of the masters in a episode featuring Harrison Ford (finally) Civil rights stuff here and there.

But ya, all of the stuff he finds winds up in the hands of it's rightful owner.

As unproblematic archeologists go he's up at the top I'd say.

Think Spielberg did that all on purpose, ark thing works for him since he's Jewish so he can decide what he wants there.

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This was long, sorry. Hope it's a bit interesting at least.

#anonymous

[the-graves-family]

17. Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone."

It’s been a week since Yoshiko left for Germany and Aaron’s not doing so well.

And he’s not talking about the coke, either.

Sure, those cravings are bad enough, but he’s still got enough money to sort himself out, at least for now, and he’s sure he’ll be able to find something when he really needs it. No, he finds himself craving the other things she provided.

He can’t bump into someone without thinking of her hands around his neck or her nails digging into his skin, drawing blood. How good she made him feel when she told him he was good. It’s fucking weird, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his less-than-ideal life habits, or if it’s because he actually misses her, or some other ridiculous bullshit.

Wearing the collar without her feels so wrong, sometimes he thinks he’s going to be physically sick. This party is loud, and crammed with people, and Aaron’s just not having a good time, really. Every touch has him jumping a little, in a way that he knows is not withdrawal.

“Hey, you here for fun, baby?”

Aaron ignores the voice. He’d come here to get laid, but he’s feeling like shit. He’ll have no fun like this; he’ll just go back to the apartment and try again tomorrow.

Tomorrow the memories will be dimmer.

Right now, he needs to leave. Everything’s off, and he can’t—

“I’m talking to you, bitch. Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore people?”

A snarky response is on the tip of his tongue, but a hand shoots out and grabs him by the leather around his throat. All the fight leaves Aaron immediately, like a switch has been flipped in his brain. She used to do that when she’d been displeased.

The guys is fucking enormous, dark hair and dark eyes glaring at him. Not what he would call conventionally handsome, but rugged. Maybe around her age. Aaron gapes for a moment, and the glare turns into a smirk.

“Knew you were a good little bitch the moment I laid eyes on you.”

No one’s looking their way. Why would they? Aaron knew what he was getting into the moment he stepped into this party. He knew what decisions he was making.

“You wanna get fucked, pretty thing?”

Scrambling for even a semblance of composure, Aaron tries to tilt his head back and sneer, leaning away from Dark Eyes. “Bite me, asshole, I’m leaving.” He’s not feeling like playing this game, he wants to get the fuck out.

“Like hell you are,” Dark Eyes snorts, and drags him closer by the neck. Aaron doesn’t want to admit how fucking hot that is. “I’m not about to have my time wasted, so you’re gonna be a good little slut and come with me.”

And yeah, those words are doing things to him, and Aaron hates it.

“No.”

The hand on his collar tightens and he gasps, bringing a hand up to paw at him. It’s getting hard to breathe, which is not exactly what he wants right now.

“It ain’t a request, bitch.” Dark Eyes growls, glaring at him intently, before he huffs and loosens his grip enough to let Aaron breathe. “Tell you what. I saw you all tweaked out at the bar I work at last week. You open your legs for me, I get you nice and high. How’s that sound, baby?”

It’s the carrot before the stick, and Aaron knows this, but he was never really good at resisting his impulses. The spark of embarrassment he feels from being recognized quickly dies out. Getting his fix wasn’t cheap, and here was someone offering it for free. All he had to do was suck it up and endure a couple of minutes with this guy touching him.

Hell, maybe it would even make him feel better.

After a few seconds of silence, Dark Eyes’ grip starts tightening again, and Aaron gasps and nods. “Fine, whatever.”

It’s only much later, when he’s in the VIP lounge stuffed with coke and dick, that the thought of asking the guy’s name even crosses his mind. Dark Eyes looks at him like he just remembered his cockwarmer is an actual person, and laughs, tipsy.

“You can call me Nate.”

#whumptober2023 #no.17 #collar #touch aversion #“leave me alone.” #oc #fic #drug use #dubious consent #suggestive #nsfwhump #but just at the end and only a little #it's just in case #(aaron) #featuring brock's stand-in: nate! #(writing) #(suggestive)