#happy friday i guess 😂
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i burnt my forehead on my crimper, messed up my makeup and was then 20 minutes late for work on top of all of that
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hey darling,
could please do a mick x twin sister where she’s dating lando and just make it all sweet and lovely please? 😊
BROTHERS & BOYFRIENDS
PAIRINGS: lando norris x schumacher twin!reader
TYPE: social media au
ynschumacher
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ynschumacher: my ride or die since ‘99! happy birthday to my favorite twin ever! you may be older (by a minute) but i’m definitely wiser than you:) i love youu tons, bro 💗
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mickschumacher: i’m your only twin, hello???
mickschumacher: happy birthday to you too, i love you 💗
↳ ynschumacher: just to clarify, i won! i posted before you did
↳ mickschumacher: i mean, i guess 🤷🏼
user: this is so cute, i can’t, omg 🥺
user: seeing baby mick and yn makes me the happiest
gina_schumacher: happy birthday to my favorite duo 🥳
↳ ynschumacher: we love youu 😘
lewishamilton: happiest of birthdays to the both you! 🤩❤️
landonorris: happy birthday to mick (and mick only)
↳ ynschumacher: this is why nobody likes you 😑
↳ landonorris: you do;)
user: “we’ll be a fine line” to “we’ll be alright”
↳ user: crying, wtf 😭
user: the fourth slide with michael & corinna:((
user: happy bday to you both!! 💗
georgerussell63: happy birthday you two!! ❤️
user: this makes me so sad and happy at the same time 🥺
↳ user: same!!
estebanocon: happy bday to my favorite twins 🥳
landonorris
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landonorris: don’t mind us, a little party never killed anybody
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user: yn and mick are the definition of buy one, get one free
↳ landonorris: can confirm they come in a package 😩
↳ ynschumacher: two peas in a pod, babe 🤪
↳ user: oMG OMG I LOVE YOU ALL
mickschumacher: 🤩
user: mick, estie and lando?? i didn’t realize i needed this trio
estebanocon: friday’s are for partying!
user: yn and lando MY FAVS!!! 😍
user: my ynlando heart
ynschumacher: twas fun! ❤️
ynschumacher: i love you 😘
↳ landonorris: 😘 i love you more, my love
user: lando, how does it feel to be dating THE YN SCHUMACHER?
danielricciardo: thanks for the invite, mate! 😄
user: the second slide, i’m in love 😩
user: alexa, how to be yn schumacher?
user: can’t believe she chose lando over me
user: my favs 🥺❤️
ynschumacher
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ynschumacher: lover + bro = yn third wheeling
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mickschumacher: landoooo 🥰
↳ ynschumacher: he’s MY lando 😡
↳ mickschumacher: our*
landonorris: hey mick(ey) you’re so fine
↳ ynschumacher: yn* thank you 😘
↳ landonorris: i guess you’re fine too 🤷🏻
user: we’ve got lando third wheeling the twins, mick third wheeling the couple and yn third wheeling the brothers in-law
↳ user: LMAOO you’re so right 🤣
user: i’m literally in love with this trio
estebanocon: mr. third-wheel
gina_schumacher: someone really needs a girlfriend
↳ user: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!!
↳ user: thanks for welcoming me to the family 🥰
user: idk who i love more ynlando or lando and mick
user: my favs (plus lando)
user: the caption 😂
user: ynlando owns my heart ❤️
landonorris
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landonorris: my heart ❤️ (shoutout to mick for planning this!)
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ynschumacher: my lover 😘
↳ landonorris: ❤️
mickschumacher: nothing but the best for my favs 🤩
↳ landonorris: my fav twin 😘
↳ ynschumacher: ??????
user: WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO HAVE MICK AS A BROTHER, OMG?!?!?
↳ user: i want him as my man 🤭
user: you’re telling me mick planned this???? 😭
user: idk who i should be more jealous of
oscarpiastri: cute!
estebanocon: you’re telling me mick isn’t third wheeling??
↳ landonorris: can you believe it?
user: “my heart” brb gonna go jump off a cliff
user: i just know mick is crying in a corner rn wishing he never set this date night for them 🤣
user: idk if i should be jealous of yn, lando, or mick
user: still can’t believe this mf managed to bag THE YN SCHUMACHER
ynschumacher and landonorris
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ynschumacher: weekly recap:))
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user: “pretty girl” 😭😭😭
mickschumacher: you’re not the only one he calls pretty
↳ landonorris: hi pretty boy 😉
user: brb gonna go take a bath with my toaster 😔
user: my ynlando heart, omg!!
landonorris: my stunning girlfriend, everyone 😍
landonorris: i love youu 😘
↳ ynschumacher: i love youu moreee 😘
carlossainz55: this makes me sick
↳ mickshumacher: i agree
↳ ynschumacher: 😡😡😡 HATERS
user: im in love with them 😩
maxfewtrell: we get it, you’re in love 🙄
user: yn, how does it feel to live my dream?!!???
user: how do you feel about mick trying to steal your man?
user: this is too cute, wtf 😭
landonorris and ynschumacher
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landonorris: summer break with my favorite girl 💘
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user: thanks for reminding me that i’m single 😠
ynschumacher: i adore you, lover 😘
ynschumacher: who’s got you smiling like that??
↳ landonorris: you, pretty girl 😘 ily
↳ user: toaster bath sounds real nice right about now 👍🏼
user: i feel so single, wtf
user: atp lando’s account is pretty much a yn stan account
mickschumacher: i’ll admit, this is cute
mickschumacher: ❤️
user: i will never get over him calling her “pretty girl” 😭
user: im not jealous, im not jealous, im not jealous
user: yn, i can treat you so much better than him
user: she’s so pretty wtf 😩
oscarpiastri: my favs 🧡
user: bro, you’re making me feel so single wtf
ynschumacher
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ynschumacher: small photo dump of my twin & boyfriend aka my favorite boys!! ❤️
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user: that 4th slide 😭😭😭 that should be me making him laugh like that … BYEEEE
user: yn, babe, is that you cutting mick’s hair in the first post?
↳ ynschumacher: yes!
↳ user: oMG AKANS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WKSP
user: that lando pic has me 🫠
user: her brother’s fine asf and her man is fine asf 😩
user: “my favorite boys” 🥺🥺
mickschumacher: who’s that fine ass guy in the second post?
mickschumacher: this confirms i’m your fav sibling, btw
↳ ynschumacher: my favorite tWIN!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🤪
↳ mickschumacher: i’m your only twin 🙄
↳ gina_schumacher: aw, i feel so loved 🥰
↳ ynschumacher: you’re my favorite sister 😘
user: lando’s smile, omg 😩
user: ya’ll talking about lando, but mick 😍😍😍
landonorris: i’m the luckiest, i swear
landonorris: i love you so much, pretty girl ❤️❤️❤️
↳ ynschumacher: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i luv you too, pretty boy
landonorris
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landonorris: every single day i spent with you is always my favorite … i love you! ❤️
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user: this was my final straw 😭 who wants to join me and jump off a bridge??!??
↳ user: sleeping on the train track is better 😍
↳ user: toaster bath and i’ll join!!!!
↳ user: ya’ll crazy 💀 let’s all drink bleach!!!
user: this mf is soo whipped
maxfewtrell: simp
mickschumacher: that’s so cheesy but cute
user: YA’LL BETTER GET MARRIED!!! 😩
↳ user: if they do, ima be the happiest person ever
user: parents are cute 🥺🧡
ynschumacher: right back at you, pretty boy 😘😘😘😘
ynschumacher: you make me the happiest ❤️
↳ landonorris: my pretty girl i love you!! ❤️❤️❤️
user: crying myself to sleep 😭😭😭
user: i will never get over the “pretty boy” “pretty girl”
user: still in denial that he took my girlfriend away from me
user: idk if yn is lucky or if it’s lando
↳ user: lando bc he’s dating THE YN SCHUMACHER
user: adopt me please 🙏🏼
user: lando’s so lucky to be able to call her “his” 😭😭
↳ user: please do not remind me
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Maintenance Request Chapter 19
Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday
18+ | ao3 | main post & chapter list
chapter word count: 7.6k
chapter summary: you and Joel have your third date, a bit of a discussion, and try something new together when Joel stays at your place for the first time. 👀
a/n: thank you as always to @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta 💕 fun fact, I wrote the second half of this chapter in a sort of fugue state, late one night during NaNo last year. I swear this just poured out of me. Joel knew what he wanted. 😂 happy chapter 19 on the 19th!
chapter tags/warnings: flirting, banter, fluff, cursing, food and drink mention, pet names (honey, gorgeous, darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, handsome, cowboy), kink negotiation, some discussion of past relationships, somnophilia (kissing, fondling, p-in-v sex), mention of breasts, dream sex, dirty talk, a bit of crying while being fucked (in a good way)
Chapter 19
Saturday, November 9
Eleventh week of the semester
The rest of the week was a whirlwind – you saw Joel for at least a few minutes every day, and you talked on the phone most nights. By Thursday, you had your next date planned. Sarah had a sleepover on Saturday, so Joel was going to stay the night at your apartment. For the first time.
On Saturday, you caught Beth and Ellie up with your new relationship status – Beth had been pestering you about it since you’d told her about it over text (tell me everything!!) – and they immediately started complaining about how they hadn’t met him yet.
“I know! I know,” you wanted to wave your hands in front of their faces to get them to chill out. “I was thinking I could invite him to brunch next week.” You took a big gulp of coffee and watched their reactions.
Ellie narrowed her eyes and stared at you. Beth looked thoughtful.
“You sure you want him to meet both of us at once?” Beth asked, and Ellie snorted. “Throw him in the deep end?”
You shrugged. “I mean, he can handle it or he can’t. But I’m pretty sure he can.”
Beth smiled. “Fine with me. What about you, Hell’s Bells?”
Ellie glared at Beth for the nickname, as always, but you knew she secretly loved it.
“I guess that’s fine.” She furrowed her brow and stabbed a piece of egg with her fork. “If he does anything weird or fucked up I’m not gonna ignore it.”
You nodded. “I wouldn’t ask you to. But he’s not an asshole.” She squinted at you. “I know, Ells. But you know I trust you, right? If you did notice something, I’d want you to tell me. And I’d listen.” You knew you weren’t really talking about Joel, at this point, but you wanted her to know that anyway. She nodded and sighed.
“Yeah I mean I do want to meet him. He can come to brunch.” Ellie shrugged.
“Thank you. I’ll ask him tonight.”
Beth nudged Ellie with her shoulder. “Maybe I can meet him this week for lunch, first, give you a full report.” Ellie laughed, but you could see the idea relaxed her a little bit.
“Oh!” Ellie sat up straight. “What are you cooking for him?”
Beth pointed at you with a forkful of pancake. “Do not make soup.”
You rolled your eyes. “That was one time!”
Ellie smirked. “Even if you don’t create Soup Geyser: The Sequel, it’s probably not a good date food. What if you spill it all over yourself?”
Beth laughed. “I dunno, maybe that’s a good thing. Then you can take your clothes off.”
Ellie dramatically gagged and covered her ears. “I don’t want to know about that!”
You and Beth both laughed as she started in on a monologue about how men, and hearing about her aunt dating them, were gross.
…
Later that afternoon, you’d just finished cleaning up and making sure the food was almost ready when you realized you needed to change before Joel arrived. You stepped into your bedroom and stripped off your shirt at the exact moment you heard a knock at your door. Shit.
You froze, not sure what to do, when he knocked again. “Shit,” you said out loud. You were standing in your bedroom in a lounge bra and sweatpants. How did you lose track of time so badly? You ran to the front door.
You hesitated once you got there but reasoned that Joel had already seen you naked, so you’d just open it and then run back to change. You nodded to yourself, and then opened the door, shielding your body behind it.
“Hey, darlin’, everything alright?” He looked like he’d been about to knock again. He eyed your bare shoulder.
“Sorry, Joel, wasn’t quite ready yet. You can come in and I’ll go change.”
He smiled and raised his eyebrows. “Guess I am a little early.”
You laughed and invited him in, and watched as his eyes swept down your body. “You sure you need to change? I like this look.”
You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Joel, go sit on the couch. I’ll be back in a minute.” He did as you said while you ran back to your room and changed into the outfit you’d picked out earlier (complete with some green lingerie underneath – it was his favorite color, after all).
When you arrived back in the living room, you found Joel looking at the pictures lining your fireplace mantle. “I recognize Ellie and Beth,” he said. “Is this your sister?”
You stepped up next to him and nodded. “Yep. And our parents.” You continued on your photo tour for a few minutes, introducing Joel to your family as you went. He snaked an arm around your waist and leaned in behind you.
“This shirt’s pretty on you, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
You smirked at him over your shoulder. “Thought you liked the other look?”
Joel grinned, unrepentant. “I can like both, can’t I?” You laughed and led him into your kitchen.
“Sure you can. Have a seat, dinner will be ready in just a sec.”
He sat, and soon enough you joined him and placed the food in the middle of the table, which you’d set earlier, before he arrived. You poured him a drink and dug in. He complimented the food, sincerely, which made you smile.
“So, you’re officially invited to brunch next weekend.” Joel snapped his head up to meet your gaze. He looked surprised, and pleased.
“I am?”
You smiled. “Sure are. Got the Ellie-and-Beth stamp of approval.”
He grinned. “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“We might do lunch with Beth during the week, first.”
He nodded. “Whatever they want, darlin’. I want Ellie to be comfortable.” He reached over to squeeze your hand. “That’s the most important thing.”
“Thanks, Joel. I know she’s not actually my kid, but in some ways she is.” He tilted his head at you, considering your words. “Yeah, I know it’s confusing. Well, you know Ellie’s 14. My sister had her right out of high school.”
“Not too different from when I had Sarah.” You nodded.
“Yeah, she had a rough time. Ellie used to come stay with me a lot, even when she was really little. And then, um. Right after I finally broke up with Matt, Ellie actually lived with me and Beth for about…” you looked up at the ceiling, counting back in time. “About 2 years? Almost. When she was 9.”
Joel nodded, taking that in. “It makes sense that you’re so close.”
You smiled. “Yeah, hard not to be. And Beth helped a lot, so they’re pretty close, too. But my sister is doing a lot better now. She used to, um…” You trailed off, thinking through what you wanted to say. “Well, part of the reason Ellie is more wary of people I might date is that my sister dated, um, more than a few men, and they were in and out of their house all the time. That’s part of the reason she lived with me. Not all of it.” Joel nodded, face solemn. He squeezed your hand between his own. “But yeah, she’s doing a lot better. She’s a nurse, works a lot of weekends and nights. Ellie has her own room here and sort of comes and goes as she pleases. Their relationship is a lot better than it used to be, too.”
“That sounds like it was hard, to send her back.” You sighed. He was so good at seeing right to the heart of what you were thinking. And feeling.
“It was, and it wasn’t. I’m so glad they’re doing better, you know? But I do miss having her here all the time, even now. And now she’s a teenager and wants to be with her friends anyway.”
He laughed a little. “I’m familiar with that change.”
You laughed, too. “Yeah, I bet. But she’s doing well in school and she actually talks to her mom about her life, so I feel like it’s going pretty well. And I sort of have my sister back.”
Joel scooted his chair a bit closer to yours and put his arm around the back. “Sort of?”
You sighed and closed your eyes. “Our relationship took a hit during all of that. But it’s getting better. We talk more now. She’s been teasing me about you.”
For a moment you both sat quietly as he considered what you shared and you leaned in to him, head on his shoulder.
“Everything I learn about you impresses me more, sweetheart.” He murmured his words into your hair, and it made you shiver.
“What? Joel–”
“It’s true.” he squeezed you against him. “Not everyone would do that, you know. Even for family. It’s…” he sighed. “I love watching you get to know Sarah. I know I’m going to love seeing you with your niece. It’s just something special. Getting to know you in every way I can.” You leaned up to press a kiss to his chin and felt him smile in response.
You were quiet again until you felt Joel shift underneath you. “Joel? What is it?” You leaned back to look at his face, and caught him staring at your cabinets with a frown on his face. “Joel.”
“Hmm?”
“Joel Miller, are you looking at my broken cabinet door and thinking about how you want to fix it?”
You watched as a flush took over his cheeks. “Maybe I am.” He sounded sheepish and you grinned.
“I don’t think I even have the tools you’d need. Sorry.”
He shook his head, frowning at you playfully. “What, not even a hammer?”
“Ok, I probably have a hammer. And maybe, like, a couple of screwdrivers.”
He laughed. “Alright, alright. I’ll fix it another time.”
“You don’t have to–”
“Darlin’,” he cut you off. “I’ll fix it.” He smiled at you, amused by your protest. “You know it won’t take me even five minutes.”
You laughed, loving his confidence. “Oh yeah? Well, who am I to argue with my Hot Maintenance Guy?”
He bit back on a smile and tilted his head. “Thought I was Hot Construction Guy?”
You grinned. “You are. And Hot Maintenance Guy, and Hot Gardening Guy. Whatever I’d seen you doing that day.”
Joel laughed and pulled you into a short kiss. “Well, I’m definitely your maintenance guy. So I’m definitely gonna fix those cabinets.” You sighed, giving in.
“Not right now, though. We have better things to do.”
He perked up. “Oh? Like what?”
“Let’s clean up and then you’ll find out.” You winked as you stood to gather your plate.
Between the two of you, you made quick work of the dishes and leftovers. It was nice, doing something so domestic with Joel. You fit together by the sink and moved around each other in the kitchen like you’d done it before, like it was comfortable. You’d never smiled so much while doing dishes in your life.
“There is something I wanted to ask you about, honey.” You turned to look at him where he was washing a pot as you dried your plates.
“Oh? About what?” You saw a tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth and narrowed your eyes.
“Just about what you said, when we were in bed after our first date.” You flushed, feeling the heat enter your cheeks. But you also appreciated that Joel was bringing this up while you were doing something so totally unrelated to sex. So you could focus. Or try to, anyway.
“Yeah, I remember.” You bit your lip.
He cleared his throat. “Ah, well, did you, um. Can you tell me more about what you like? And don’t like? I like the sound of it, you know that, but I’d never want to get it wrong.”
“Um, yes. I, well. I like waking up and already…” You took a deep breath and told yourself to act like a freaking adult. “I like to already be having sex, basically. To wake up with your mouth on– on my pussy. Or your fingers inside of me. Or your cock.” You felt more than saw Joel’s sharp intake of breath and smiled. “It’s difficult to do that last one without waking me up, but it’s my favorite.”
Joel coughed. “I, um, I really want that, too.” You finally met his gaze with your own and you could see how much he wanted it. You held your breath. “Shit, sweetheart, that sounds so fucking good. I just… since you’d be asleep, I want to make sure I’m doing the right thing. Since I can’t check in with you.”
You put down the plate you’d finished drying five minutes ago and turned towards him, taking his hands in yours and drying them off with the towel. “I trust you, Joel. I know you’d do it how I wanted – make sure I’m ready, and all that.” You finished drying his hands and put the towel down on the counter before lacing your fingers through his. You considered your next words. “I don’t… we can use a safe word. We don’t have to talk about all of that right now.” He squeezed your hands in response. “But I do have one. We can use it, so you know when my reactions are good and if they’re not. I know I can’t use it while I’m asleep, but it could help.” He disentangled and lifted one hand to place it under your chin and guide your eyes back up to meet his.
“I’d like that, honey. And I’d like to talk about that more later, what other things you might like. That we might like together. But we can take it slow.” You nodded, smiling. “And, um. Well. Remember when I told you there were issues with Sarah’s mom that she didn’t know about?”
You nodded. “I do, but Joel, you don’t have to explain now–”
“No, I mean,” he interrupted you but then took a deep breath. “I just wanted to say, part of it was that we weren’t really compatible. At all. She thought, well. That some of the things I like are…” He trailed off and you tilted your chin to press a kiss to the hand still cupping your face, encouraging him. “She thought I was strange for wantin’ ‘em. Like all the sweet things I like to call you, honey, and how I like to call you mine. To her it was too much, not what she wanted. We can talk about it more but like I said, we can take it slow. Figure it out together.”
You felt the shiver run up your spine at the idea of learning what more he might like to try with you. “I just asked you to fuck me while I’m asleep, I think we can be honest with each other.” He grinned.
“So, tomorrow morning? Want me to try it?” You nodded. “I need to hear your words, sweetheart.” As he asked he slipped his right hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer. His lips brushed yours and you shivered.
“Yes, Joel,” you felt your pulse pick up at the idea and heard the hitch in your breath.
“Yeah, baby? You’d want to wake up with me already inside you?” Your eyes fell closed and you nodded. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, just in front of your ear. “Maybe my fingers? Maybe my tongue?” He licked the shell of your ear. You shivered and your hips squirmed as you pressed your thighs together. “You want to wake up to find my cock already deep inside this pretty pussy?”
“Yes, Joel,” you breathed again. “I love it. Yes, please —” you cut off as he gripped your chin in his hand.
“Shhh, honey. Shit, what a good girl you are, letting me slip inside you while you’re asleep, huh? Take whatever I want? Give you what I want?” You sighed. “Can’t believe it. So fucking perfect for me.” He kissed your neck again as his thumb covered your lips, holding your mouth closed. He took a deep breath and relaxed again.
“Well, honey, I told you before. I’ll give you whatever you want. So I guess we’ll see in the morning, hmm?” You grinned under his finger and nodded. “But maybe we can get started right now.”
...
Sunday, November 10
Eleventh week of the semester
In the morning, Joel woke up first. Before he even opened his eyes, he felt the warmth — the warmth of the sun through the window, the bed beneath him, and the soft wonder of your body against his. You’d moved in the night, but not much. He was still wrapped around you, just with more space between your bodies, his right arm thrown across your waist. He blinked his eyes open slowly, careful not to move as he took in a deep breath and just looked at you.
You were on your side, turned away from him, but he could see the outline of your profile over your shoulder. You were peaceful in your sleep, mouth slightly open, eyelashes brushing the tops of your cheeks. He stared, almost stunned to find you with him in bed again. How did I get so fucking lucky?
As he looked at you, careful not to move his arm, your discussion from last night came back to him and suddenly he was hard. He was so fucking hard, his cock filling so fast it took his breath away as the blood rushed south.
You wanted him to be inside of you when you woke up. It was a fucking dream even thinking about it. He wanted it, fuck, he wanted it so fucking bad, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. How could he manage it, without waking you?
He kept his breathing even, despite his cock urging him forward, and considered what to do. It was still early, and you’d told him you liked to sleep in on weekends. So maybe he had time on his side. (He always woke up early, because of Sarah.) The first thing he needed to do was get rid of his briefs.
Joel slowly, gently, pulled his arm up from around you. You shifted in your sleep, but he moved slowly and successfully snuck it away. You settled back into your pillow and remained deeply asleep. He sighed in victory.
Slowly, cautiously, careful not to shake the bed, he reached down to slide his briefs off, kicking them somewhere in the sheets. He watched you the whole time, but you breathed evenly, slowly. Still asleep. He smiled. Maybe he could do this.
He rolled back onto his side and considered you. You were a few inches from him. Maybe if he slowly came up behind you you’d snuggle into him in your sleep, making it easier to touch. He nodded to himself. That was probably the best way to start.
Slowly, trying to move like he was asleep himself, he scooted towards you on the bed until his chest came back into contact with your back. He slowed even more there, gently pressing against you until you responded in your sleep — your body titled back against his, moving unconsciously together until he had you spooned in front of him again. He was careful to angle his cock down, not to get it stuck against your ass. (Even though the thought of pressing in between your cheeks almost had him thrusting forward, overcome with want.)
Joel took a moment to breathe in his success. He had you wrapped in his arms again, and he could feel your naked ass pressed against his pelvis. It was so fucking good already. He took a deep breath to calm himself. He was close to what he wanted, but he didn’t want to fuck this up.
He carefully curled his body so his hips moved forwards, and his breath caught as his cock almost arrived right where he wanted it. The tip poked at the join of your thighs, and he sighed. Now what? How would he get any closer? He paused to consider his options again.
But you, it turned out, were on board, even in your sleep. Suddenly you let out a tiny, breathless moan, and he stilled. Peering over your shoulder, he saw that you were still asleep. A dream? He grinned. He could work with that.
Leaving his hips where they were for now, he lightly ran his fingertips up your torso until he was cupping your breast. He tried to use the lightest touch, to encourage your dream without waking you up. He teased the very tip of one finger over your nipple and your body relaxed against him, like you were a puppet and your strings were cut. He stilled again, but you were still asleep. He was on the right track.
He watched your face intently as he lightly teased your nipple with his fingertip. In your sleep, your mouth opened wider, and you sighed. He was mesmerized, watching as your tongue peeked out of your mouth, the tip just touching your bottom lip. He realized his own mouth was hanging open, the desire to lick inside yours almost palpable in the air around him. He suppressed a shiver.
Suddenly, you tilted your head to the side and whispered something. He leaned closer, not quite hearing you. To his great joy, you did it again, and he realized you had whispered his name. “Joel…” he grinned. He had to have you, just like this. Had to give you exactly what you wanted. He just had to figure out what to do about your legs.
He looked down and saw that your feet were twisting in the sheets. He wondered if this was his chance. Lightly slipping from your breast, he slowly moved his hand down to your thigh. You muttered something, but a quick check showed him you were still very much asleep. He only needed an inch, at most.
Ever so lightly, he gripped your thigh and pressed to ease it upwards. You were so fucking responsive, even in your sleep — you followed his instructions perfectly and your thighs shifted just enough for his cock to slip between them. He gasped, and then stilled as his eyes quickly sought your face again. Still asleep. He moved back to his previous position, hand on your breast, before thrusting slowly forward. His cock lined up perfect against your slit, and his eyes almost rolled back when he realized how fucking wet you were. Again. Fuck. His cock glided smoothly against you and he had to fight to keep from letting himself thrust inside, from filling you up right then and there.
Joel teased lightly at your nipple as he gently pulled back again before thrusting his hips forward once more. This time his cock nestled inside your folds and he heard a breathy little moan punch itself out of you when the tip of his cock nudged your clit. He grinned. Yes.
He kept that up for a few more thrusts — gentle movement, he told himself, slow and steady, so fucking wet, sliding so easily against you, fuck — watching your face like a hawk for any trace of wakefulness.
On the next pass, his cock almost caught against your entrance, and he stifled a deep moan of his own. Fuck me. That was the final hurdle, he knew. How could he slip inside you without waking you up? He’d have to go slow, ease into you, so slow and smooth you’d never notice.
He forced himself to keep his hands light, not to grip or pull or tug. At the same time his hips moved with almost terrifying precision. He knew you were wet enough, and still ready from last night. He just had to take the final step.
Joel took a deep breath and, eyes still locked on your face, let himself nudge at your entrance on the next thrust. He stopped there, just there, with the tip of his cock nestled right at the place he most wanted to be.
His heartbeat was racing and he felt winded. He wondered if his pounding heart would wake you before his cock did.
Gently, so gently it almost knocked him out, he pushed forward with his hips. The head of his cock pushed against you before sliding past your entrance, stopping just inside. Joel realized his mouth was hanging open as he stared at you. He felt torn. He wanted to look down, to see, but he was afraid if he looked away even for a moment you’d wake up. He gritted his teeth and kept his eyes on your face.
He pushed forward again, and he felt his cock sink deeper inside you. Fuck. Your cunt was fucking perfect. He had no idea how you could be so fucking wet all the time. Were you always like this? You’d said it was just for him, but did that mean you were always like this around him? Shit. Hold it together.
He was panting. He tried to keep it quiet, but it was so much. So fucking much. He blinked to keep his eyes from closing.
Joel took a deep breath, still focused on you, and took one more gentle thrust to slide himself all the way home. He bit down so hard on his lip to fight back a moan he was worried he drew blood. He realized he’d let go of your breast to clutch at the comforter beneath you and was in danger of leaning his weight forward to fall on top of you. He stilled. He panted. He stared at your face.
You were somehow still asleep. How?
He took the gift he was offered and moved. His hips pulled gently back, and he felt every inch of your cunt squeeze tight around his cock as he pulled out, until only the head of his cock was left stretching your entrance open. He breathed in through his nose, and then breathed out steadily while thrusting back in at that same slow, infuriating pace. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me.
He managed three or four more agonizing thrusts, doing everything he could to be silent and gentle, to keep you sleeping while he fucked you. He realized now the goal was for you to wake up, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. He paused inside you after his next thrust, taking a deep breath, looking over your slumbering face. He started to smile.
Slowly, gently, he leaned down towards your neck as he pulled almost all the way out of you again. As he slid home this time, just a tiny bit faster, he pressed a kiss to your neck, right under your ear. You moaned. His smile turned feral.
He continued like that, thrusting inwards and pressing kisses to your neck and your shoulder, getting wetter and sloppier each time. Your breaths started to come faster and faster, and then he noticed your hips were starting to push back against his.
His eyes flew back to your face. He had to see it. He wanted to see the exact moment you woke up and realized he was doing as you asked, he was doing what you wanted. He was giving it to you just right.
He wanted to push you over the edge. On his next thrust he cupped your breast again, and your voice was clearer this time, calling out to him in your sleep. “Yes, Joel, yes,” he teased your nipple and thrust forward. “Joel,” you called out, brow furrowing. He knew it was coming. He stared at you, and on the next thrust, he pinched your nipple at the same moment his cock bottomed out inside of you.
It was fucking heaven. Fucking transcendent. Your eyes flew open as you gasped, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. Your hands grasped at nothing until they found his arm, and you clutched at him. He pulled out again and thrust back inside you, hard, and you cried out. He smiled.
“Good morning, honey.” His voice was deep and rumbling and fucking vicious. He thrust inside you again, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Your next breath sounded like a sob. “How’d you sleep?”
…
You were having the most amazing dream. Everything was warmth and pleasure and there was a man holding you and you knew it was Joel. Joel, wrapped around you. You were floating together, somehow, twisting together as he spooned you from behind, but somehow also kissed you and touched you, everywhere. You sighed.
His embrace tightened and you hitched your leg over his. “Mm, that’s my good girl,” you heard him say, and it melted through you like hot chocolate. “That’s it, baby. Show me.” You weren’t sure what he wanted you to show him, so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. “Fuck yeah, baby. Let me see that tongue.”
Dream Joel, somehow spooning you and making out with you at the same time, licked your tongue as you stuck it out for him. The slide of your tongues together made you press your thighs tight. “You’re so goddamn hot baby,” he muttered in your ear while making out with you. You moaned back, somehow still kissing him, “Joel.” He grinned at you, wicked and intent. He bent down suddenly to lick at your nipples and you gasped. “Joel!” He smiled and you hummed at the feeling of him worshiping your tits.
In your dream the two of you were floating upwards, towards something — there was light above you, and warmth below you. Everything felt amazing.
Dream Joel ran his hands down your body, grasping at your hips and your legs. You smiled. “Love the way you look, honey,” he murmured, and you told him you loved the way he looked, too. He smiled. “Open up for me, then, sweet thing. Let me inside.” You did as he asked and opened your legs. Dream Joel, talented man that he was, managed to kiss you and eat you out at the same time, and you sighed into it, mouth opening for him again. And then you felt something warm and hard and gorgeous slide against your pussy. You sighed and pushed back onto it.
“Inside, Joel,” you tried to demand, your voice weak and breathy. He chuckled, darkly. “Not yet baby, wanna feel you.” He slid his cock back and forth against your soaking wet pussy and you moaned. “You feel so good on my cock, honey. You hear that?” You listened, and you heard him panting behind you, heard the slick glide of his cock as it nestled in your folds. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re so wet for me.”
“Always,” you sighed out.
“I know you are, baby. Can’t stop thinking about it, about sneaking my fingers inside your underwear everywhere we go, see if you’re ready for me. Ready for me to slip inside you, no matter where we are.”
You nodded. “Always ready for you, Joel. Always want you inside me. Want you inside me right now.”
“Honey I told you, I’ll give you everything you want. Don’t you worry.” Dream Joel slid back again, and on his next thrust his cock notched right at your entrance, and you sighed. “Yes, please, Joel.”
“Shhh, honey. Just let me give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want, you know that. All you have to do is lie there and take it.” You moaned as he pressed the head of his cock inside of you. It felt huge and perfect and warm and like you never wanted to be without it.
Dream Joel rubbed his hands up your torso as he fucked into you from behind. “That’s it, honey. Take me inside you. Let me fill you up. Let me stuff my cum so deep inside of you it’ll be dripping out for hours.” Your breath caught at the idea and you started to breathe harder and faster. He pinched your nipples and thrust into you, hard. “Feel it, honey? Feel how perfectly my cock fits inside this cunt?”
“Yes, Joel, yes,” you cried, almost crying for real. “I need it.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he crooned, softly. “You’re such a good girl, you know that? Such a good fucking girl for me. Letting me put my cock inside you whenever I want, letting me fill you up. Sitting on my cock like an angel. Like you were meant to be right here, in my lap.” Dream Joel thrust inside of you again, and you cried out.
“Joel, please,” you sighed as your brows pinched together. The dream suddenly felt so real, so physical, you couldn’t figure out which way was up or down. You were spinning, falling, and when you crash landed back into your body you gasped.
Your eyes flew open and all you could feel was Joel. He was fucking everywhere. His body was pressed all along your back, his fingers pinched your nipple, his mouth was on your jaw.
And his cock was hard, and it was deep, deep inside of you.
Your head flew back as you gasped for air, staring up at the ceiling without seeing. Your hands grasped for purchase on something, anything that would hold you there, keep you from flying apart and spiraling into the air, until they found his arm and you held on for dear life. Suddenly Joel pulled his hips back and then thrust inside of you, hard. You cried out, maybe his name, maybe no words at all. Fuck. You needed to catch your breath. Your hips were pinned under his, your pussy wet and dripping and tightening around his cock. You could feel a tear slip from your eye to land on the pillow under your head. Fuck me.
Before you could even try to make sense of your surroundings, to catch your breath, Joel’s lips found your ear.
“Good morning, honey.” His voice was deep and rumbling and fucking vicious. He thrust inside you again, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Your next breath came out like a sob. “How’d you sleep?” You felt a tear form at the edge of your eye again, and he curled forward to kiss it away. “Shh, baby, you’re ok. You’re so fucking good, honey, my good fucking girl.” He thrust inside of you again, and his cock slid against you so easily, so wonderfully, that you breathed through another sob. “Honey?”
You realized, distantly, that he was starting to worry about you. You squeezed his arm. You had to say something.
“Y— yes, Joel. Yes.” You felt him grin against your shoulder.
“Yeah, honey? That feel good?” You nodded, frantically, reaching one hand back to grasp at his hip. “You want it bad, don’t you? Want this cock to split you open?” Your breath hitched, again. “Want me to push deep inside you, don’t you, sweet thing? Fill you up? Leave you fucking dripping?”
Real Joel echoing Dream Joel spun you upwards again, disorienting you in your pleasure. You whined, and thrust your hips backwards towards him. He pulled out and slammed his cock back into you, pulling back on your hip to urge you onto him. “Fuck, honey, you need it, don’t you? You need it so bad.” You could only grasp at him and nod, feeling another tear run down the side of your face. He kissed that one away, too.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. You can have this cock whenever you want.” He thrust forward again, pinning you to the bed. Your right knee bent in front of you and he followed, curving his body into the same position, somehow driving his cock deeper. “It’s yours. Yours to use, honey. Yours to touch, to lick, to sit on whenever you want.” He started up a steady pace, pushing his cock inside of you so deeply, so right on every thrust. Your face was turned, left side on the pillow, profile still open to him. He pressed kisses everywhere he could reach.
“I’m going to make you come, honey. And I want to see it.” He curved his right hand over your hip, seeking out your clit with his fingers. “I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, baby, squeeze me so fucking tight.” You sighed into the pillow. “Can you do that for me? Yeah, ‘course you can. Be a good girl, honey, and come for me.”
His fingers started circling your clit, and you felt it building inside of you like a tidal wave. It was almost too much, so much, more than you could handle. You were actually crying now, tears running down your face that he kissed away. “J— Joel,” you whined, and he twisted to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“That’s right, honey. Let me have it. It’s mine.”
Something about the way he claimed it, claimed you, sent you over the edge. You flew over it, into the air, twisting, falling, electrified. The orgasm erupted through you, and you felt more wet gush out of you, absolutely soaking his cock. He groaned.
“Holy fucking shit, honey. Yes. Fucking give it to me.” He talked you through it, pressing kisses anywhere he could reach. It shuddered through you and you clamped down on him as your orgasm crested. You sobbed one more time, and he bit down on your shoulder to ground you.
As you came down, you realized his hips were speeding up. You whined and thrust your hips backwards again. You wanted it. You wanted him, inside of you, dripping out of you, like he promised. He nodded, seeming to understand.
“That’s right, honey. I’m going to give it to you. That’s what good girls get, right? And you were perfect, honey. My good fucking girl.” You clutched at the pillow as you pushed your hips back, trying to tilt them to give him the best angle. He sank deeper, somehow, and moaned. “I’m going to give it to you so deep, baby, so fucking deep.” He sighed, dreamily. “Fuck.”
His thrusts picked up, and you let yourself drift, feeling perfectly used as Joel pumped his hips into yours. His thrusts caught, uneven, and you heard him groan from deep in his chest. He clutched at you, with one final, devastating thrust, and came. His mouth was hot on your ear as he said your name in a voice that made it sound like a prayer.
For a moment, neither of you moved. You were both breathing hard, and you were a fucking mess — wet, everywhere — cum all over, sweaty, and tears that had dripped down your face and soaked your pillow.
Joel sucked in a deep breath and carefully, gently, pulled out of you. You still gasped — you were sensitive from the night before, still, and he’d just fucked you so hard you’d cried, for god’s sake — but he was so soft and gentle with you that it barely hurt.
He flopped to your left on the bed, and with a groan, you heaved yourself onto your right side so you could look at him. You fell in the wet spot, but honestly, the entire bed was probably a wet spot at that point.
He turned his head, and for a minute you just looked at each other. You’d thought you’d seen him wrecked before, but that was nothing. You could see, now, what it actually looked like. And he was wrecked. You imagined you were the same. His hair was wild, his face was awestruck. He was red and sweaty and fucking beautiful.
Slowly, he started to smile, and you returned it. Then he laughed, and you laughed back. Soon you were both giggling into your pillows, curled towards each other, linking fingers in the damp sheets.
Joel took a deep breath, and managed to stop giggling long enough to say, “I think you might have killed me, honey. Can’t move my legs.” You giggled and buried your face in the pillow. “No, I’m serious. First you knock me over with the idea of fucking you awake, much less telling me to do it? Jesus, I almost came before I ever got inside of you, trying to figure out how to do it without waking you up. Best fucking idea I’ve ever heard, honey, shit. Holy fucking shit.” He sounded winded, and awestruck. Like he couldn’t believe that just happened. “You were so beautiful, baby, taking it so well, even in your sleep. Couldn’t tear my eyes away from you.” He sighed, grinning. “Jesus, when can we do it again? I wanna do it again. How’s every goddamn morning sound to you?” You laughed outright. He cleared his throat. “Was it, um. Was it what you wanted?” He looked hopeful, and a tiny bit worried. You didn’t know how he could be, not after you came harder than you ever had in your life. So you told him that.
“Joel. I just came harder than I ever have in my entire life.” You figured he needed to hear it, and his answering grin told you he appreciated it. “I can’t feel my legs, either.” He laughed, and you tracked it across his face. Beautiful. “It was so fucking perfect. I was having the best dream about you, I guess because of what you were doing to me for real, and then suddenly the dream and reality came together and I— fuck.” You closed your eyes against the memory of that moment. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“It was fucking beautiful to watch,” he murmured, eyes traveling over your face and chest. “Never seen anything like that, either.”
You smiled. “In my dream you were fucking me from behind, and it just… melted into real life. I felt like I fell back into myself and couldn’t tell up from down in the best fucking way.” You bit your lip. “Every morning, huh?” He winked at you. “I dunno, if you make me come like that every day I might not make it to work.” He laughed, and finally reached for you again. You went easily as he pulled you into his chest, pressing your bodies together. You sighed, sinking into him happily.
“You fit so well in my arms, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your hairline. “Let’s just stay right here, for a while.”
You hummed, agreeing, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. You were both quiet for a moment, just letting the moment wash over you, when you felt him tense.
“Joel?” You questioned lightly, wondering what he was thinking.
“I, um,” he cleared his throat. “Just want to make sure of something, honey. You were, well, the crying. Was that… ok?” He sounded so careful, so worried, it made your heart clench.
“Yes, Joel. That wasn’t just ok.” You tilted your head back to meet his eye so he could see the sincerity on your face. “It was exactly what I wanted. It was perfect.” He relaxed, and his eyes crinkled when he smiled. “Sometimes I cry during sex. Not all the time, but it’s not necessarily a bad thing when it happens. Like just now, it was a really, really good thing.”
“That’s what I thought,” he nodded, “but I wanted to make sure I was reading you right. Would be a pretty upsetting thing to get wrong.”
The two of you nestled back into each other, holding tight, breathing in deep together as you came down from the intensity of the sex you’d just had. It had been beautiful, and rough, and exactly what you wanted, and now you were worn out. In his arms was exactly where you wanted to be.
After a while you started to doze off again, but you didn’t want to sleep the morning away, so you shook yourself back awake. You stretched, idly, and you felt Joel’s gaze on you. You looked up to find him admiring your legs as you stretched them along the bed.
“See something you like, cowboy?”
He smiled. “You know I do, gorgeous.”
“Want to get up, grab some breakfast, maybe?” Joel smiled and nodded, but pulled you in rather than letting you get up.
“Maybe in a few minutes.”
You smiled.
…
Joel drove you to a diner about halfway between your apartment and his house. You’d never been there, but had driven past it many times, and told him so.
“This is a favorite of ours,” he told you as you both climbed out of his truck. “Sarah usually demands it at least once a month. We have family breakfast with Tommy.” You smiled at the thought.
Breakfast was easy, full of easy conversation and light teasing. Joel snuck some of your food and you retaliated by drinking some of his coffee. His feet nudged yours under the table as he grinned at you, and you rested your chin in your hand to watch him watch you across the table. It really drove home for you how much you liked being around Joel. The sex had been mind-blowing, obviously, like always, but you’d also spent weeks circling each other before finally starting to get to know each other over lunches and coffees and now dates. Every moment you spent with him showed you there was something more, here. It was in the way he couldn’t look away from you, the way he listened so carefully, like he always did, as you told him silly stories about the diner in your hometown. The way he remembered tiny details from everything you’d ever told him. You felt yourself falling, just like you’d told Beth.
It was scary, but it was also pretty wonderful.
...
a/n: 😏
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TL;DR - HD nags Cale about taking care of himself in consideration for his companions. Cale's legend begins to spread in the Central Plains. Cale receives his reward.
Scolding Time
You would think that it was Cale's companions who would scold him, right? This chapter proved us wrong. It was HD who did that... 😂HD lectured Cale on taking care of his body properly and to consider the feelings of his companions.
HD said something about how he was the sky to the Demon Cult who was the earth, and that Cale was similar to him. Cale was the sky to this companions who were the earth. And the sky and the earth relied on each other.
Cale's companions treated being with Cale as their home, and Cale also felt the same. HD said all that because that was how he felt with the Demon Cult too. 🥰
I would have been happy about HD's nagging, but his words somehow felt like he was going to stay in Central Plains and not join Cale's group... 🥲
The funny part about this scolding was that HD said all of that to Cale via sound transmission, the murim world's version of telepathy. So only Cale was supposed to hear that, right? But then, Cale recalled that Raon could also eavesdrop on sound transmission... and he panicked because HD was also saying stuff about how his whole body could have exploded and not just his head... 😂
Our Raon was trembling and glaring at Cale despite Cale saying that he was fine. And when HD said that part about the sky and earth, Raon couldn't hold it in and shouted that he wanted to be the sky and his human should be the earth like Super Rock.
HD was shocked that Raon actually heard him, and Cale agreed to Raon being the sky but added that he did not want to be like Super Rock. Fire AP laughed at Cale's words.
Meanwhile, Alberu, who was still watching them and did not hear the telepathy-like conversation, could only mutter "What a sight" at Cale trying to reassure Raon. 🤣🤣🤣 There was also HD and Raon secretly agreeing to talk about Cale's condition later... Uh-oh, you're not yet in the clear, Cale. 😂
Ending Remarks
Other half of the chapter was Cale's legend spreading to the masses 🤣🤣🤣 and Cale about to get his reward for his work in the Central Plains. My goodness, this arc is finally about to end. Of course, Cale looted the Blood Cult of their mountains of gold, but he still looked forward to what Jungwon would give him.
I wonder what that would be. More elixirs (perhaps one for our Clopeh-nim)? A person Cale could take back with him to Roan? (Yeah, I still haven't given up on HD returning with Cale) Guess we'll find out on Friday.
P.S. It's been 20 chapters already. Perhaps we'll have a new chapter title on Friday. Pretty please, author-nim?
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Happy Friday and good morning all-
This is Michigan and all that green is rain. I guess I won’t be going outside for a while. 😂
Have a great day wherever you are.
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Can you do a Tendou Satori x reader? I beg you🙏🙏🙏 can it be about him discovering you play an instrument? If possible piano, if not just anything fluff so I can kick my feet and squeal
If you're busy or requests aren't open anymore and I never noticed, feel free to ignore!
Love your work ❤
Omg thank you so much for your kind words, of course I will give my best shot at writing something for you! I apologize in advance, I don’t know much about playing instruments 😂 Hope you still enjoy I chose pre-timeskip!Tendō!💕
Tendō Satori, also known as the guess monster of Shiratorizawa, has just left the meeting of the Shiratorizawa volleyball club, when his stomach started growling.
Practice has been extended due to the loss against Karasuno, so none of the players have gotten the chance to eat or drink anything yet.
Before Satori returns to his dorm room, he will make his way to the snack vending machine for a very late, but much needed skip-dinner-snack.
As he bids his teammates goodbye, he walks along the dimly-lit hallway, seeing the bright light of the vending machines from afar.
Walking down the hall, the redhead hums a happy tune, his hands resting on his neck as he bends his arms in a stretch.
Along his humming though, Satori hears the soft sound of piano keys playing.
The Middle Blocker stops his humming and is curious to find out where the beautiful music is coming from.
The melody sounds very sad and Satori can’t help but frown at the sorrowful sound.
As he walks closer towards the tune, he notices that it’s the music room, where some of the instruments lay for storage for concerts, band practice, etc.
The dark brown wooden door is slightly ajar and Satori tries to get a peek at the unknown pianist who is playing such a beautiful melody.
The music room is moderately dark, the only light source coming from the half-moon shining through the large windows high on the wall.
Yet, the young man with ruby-colored eyes sees a girl sitting with her back facing him.
She doesn’t have a music note sheet in front of her, nor a phone showing her how to play the song.
She’s playing it from memory.
Flawless, to be more precise.
The tunes keep coming softly and with expertise.
Satori finally recognizes the song.
'Behind Blue Eyes' by Limp Bizkit.
It’s like she’s trying to express her feelings and thoughts into the music she is playing.
Even if Satori can only see her backside, he is highly interested in what the mysterious girl looks like from the front.
Her beautiful hair almost glows in the moonlight, the sweatshirt of the Shiratorizawa Academy fits her figure perfectly.
Before Satori can get a better look at her, the tunes come to an end and the volleyball player tries to hide a bit better, yet he really wants to know who this girl is.
As she turns around and gets up, Satori finally sees her.
It’s you.
You sit in the back, by the windows in your shared English class.
You’re very quiet, barely talk to others.
Before tonight, the Middle Blocker never would have guessed that you play the piano. And with such skilled hands as well, like you’ve been playing it for years.
As you get up, you begin to grab your things and as quickly and quietly as he can, Satori hides behind a pillar and sees you poking your head out, looking left and right before heading out completely.
Once you close the door to the music room, you’re unaware of scarlet eyes following your steps.
Every day after volleyball practice, Satori tries to see if he can hear the melody of you playing again. But ever since that night, you stopped. You’re still at school, you attend classes but the bewitching tones at night, like a lullaby luring him into a dream that he never wants to wake up from, disappear.
To be honest, you playing that instrument has almost been like Satori’s therapy. It calms him after practice and gives him the feeling like he’s sitting next to you on the bench while you are playing.
Seeking you out on a Friday during lunch, he makes his way over to you with careful steps.
"Hey… (Y/N), right?" The red-haired Middle Blocker approaches you during your lunch break while you’re listening to your Spotify playlist.
You look up, unsure why he approached you. One of the best players of the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club. Sure, he might not be as popular as Ushijima but you have to admit, he’s got a charm of his own. He’s quirky, has an affectionate smile and a cheery personality.
You blush at his curious face, taking the headphones out of your ears to respond.
"That’s me. You’re… Tendō right? From the volleyball team?"
"Satori is just fine. So… I don’t want you to think I am crazy or anything… but about two weeks ago, on a late night after my practice was over, I heard this heavenly song of a piano playing. I was curious to see who would play this late and I saw that it was you. Oh! I didn’t tell anyone, don’t worry!" He sees that your eyes begin to widen in shock, he quickly apologizes, reassuring you that you have nothing to fear about being told on.
"Yeah, I couldn’t sleep. Playing the piano always calms me down and when I play it, it’s like the instrument has a mind on its own. Like it’s playing me instead of the other way around." You chuckle slightly and the volleyball player’s face brightens at the sound of your laugh, even if it’s quiet.
It’s like music to his ears.
"Your smile is beautiful. But your laugh makes you shine so much. You should laugh more, it suits you." Satori starts to get nervous, scratching the back of his neck.
Satori feels his knees getting wobbly, not the usual kind of wobbly after an intense practice, but rather by being in your present. You’re not weirded out by him, nor disgusted nor scared. You look… happy to be talking to him.
This is a completely new feeling for the young Middle Blocker and he never wants this feeling to go away.
"So. Is there a chance you could play again for me?" Satori sits down on the chair, leaning his head on his hands as he stares at you like you hung the stars and moons just for him.
You smile and blush in response, nodding shyly as you watch as his complete body lights up at your response, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you like the fact that famous Middle Blocker Satori Tendõ enjoys listening to you play.
It’s like music to your ears.
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyū!!#hq x reader#hq fluff#tendou satori#satori tendou#satori tendō#haikyuu fluff#shiratorizawa#haikyu#haikyu x reader#piano#pianist#pianist!reader#sassycheesecakeanswers#request#fluff#hq
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💟 yh family concert vlog cpns & some yibo thoughts…💭💬
thank you to yibo-official for feeding us with some content this weekend. it’s been kinda quiet since friday, so this is a sweet treat for everyone before monday comes in.
( excuse this very extra gif i’m using for this post. lol. i’ve just been obsessed w/ how yibo looks in this. the way he turned his head is so cute. soooo… ☺️ )
YBO is back. or the question is, did they ever leave? lol. ever since that news/rumor came out, together with the lrlg post, I was still 50/50. Because it’s hard to confirm things, especially ones that involve his career and what’s allegedly going on. However with the content that’s being released, from OnO to now, it has the same feel as the original YBO. who knows. I’m just happy, like everyone else, to see this kind of updates from his team.
Yibo is not really one to share much personal stuff anymore on his social media accounts so YBO is so important. Plus the fact that they regularly update their IG too ( remember to interact on their please! ) for us international fans gives them plus points in my book.
It’s also a relief to see the negative comments wind down to being non existent. I truly understand why some fans feel the need to complain, but ybo is not really that place. I personally don’t like the idea of acting like an anti in a space that represents yibo. that could just be me tho.
Anyway, I hope we get more! I wanna see the bts footage they have with BTF & One and Only! I feel like they spoiled us with HB’s 1 hour + BTS footage so we’re all expecting to get the same for BTF & OnO. BTF has some restrictions i guess with what they can share since some filming were done in military sites.
Now I wanna highlight this portion of the vlog, with WYB being in a good mood during the last part of the concert.
This was the part where some people were saying that he looked ‘unhappy’, implying that’s because he didn’t wanna be there / cause there are mostly bxgs who attended. however, this clip, and a lot of the moments on the blog told a different story.
He was obviously not dragged in there — crying and screaming to perform. He was invested with his performance. He looked happy to be with his professional “family”. It’s an example of some fans having their own biased interpretation with this event. I respect those who decided to not attend, it’s their choice and money. But it was really irritating to see them nag and bitch about those who decided to support yibo. Plus it’s their own money. They can spend it however they want.
Funny thing is, those big name accounts who were so vocal about being against Yuehua Ent. & attending — did in fact, attend the concert 😂😂😂 so yeah. It’s an age old story. Don’t believe big name accounts, especially on weibo. These KOLs that “lead” fan opinion can be very shady. At the end of the day, we’re all here to support WYB and his projects in the best way we can. 🙏🏼
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🍫🍦 TIME FOR SOME SUGAR/CPNS !!!! 🍭🧁
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The fact that the video is 8:05 minutes long which is an example of how kadian/numbers are important. Well, not all the time, but the team takes that into consideration. So if you see them pulling a 10:05, that would be very sus 👀
As usual, some editing similarities….
Again, editing similarities, even if there are so many could still be a coincidence but it’s fun to still pay attention.
Also the details in YIBITO. He has the apple watch! I will never get over the fact that this “detail” is being highlighted like this when it is a popular cpn among turtles and we always look for it.
Some also noticed this “….” Which we don’t know the relevance of, but it could be a clue that LRLG is from Bobo’s team. This is unusual for me, cause ellipsis are usually “…” right?
I’m taking it as a galaxy brain cpn 🌌
ZZ also allegedly got off work today at 19:22, and then ybo posts @ 19:36. Yes, WYB has his own team but since we CPN that their staff could overlap — this timing is interesting. Maybe it needed a final sign off from the other boss? 😂😂😂😂
SHOUT OUT TO BOTTLED JOY, cause WYB was seen using some during the bts. He also took one with him in the Thailand roadshow. So i guess it’s safe to say that he has a good relationship with the brand, despite what others feel about them. He wouldn’t be showing off if he wasn’t. I’m looking forward to his renewal with them and what new stuff & campaign will be in place. BXGs will surely be lining up to support.
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I feel like you had some posts about coworkers saving stuff in weird file formats a while ago. I couldn't find them to reference, but. My job is a lot of working in SQL. The company hired a new guy a year ago who isn't that comfortable with SQL. For a YEAR, I've been trying to get him to save the SQL code he uses so he can learn from it and build on it. On Friday, I asked him to open up a query I told him to save and he pulled up an Excel file. (1/2)
I asked what he was doing, and he showed me how he started saving SQL code. Instead of just saving the file as a SQL file, which would be really easy and just involve using the File menu in SQL, he copies the query into a sheet in an Excel workbook. 🤦🏻♀️ On the one hand, I should be happy because it took me a year to finally get him to save stuff. But why would anyone do that??? He's already in SQL! Just save it! 😂 (2/2)
LOL yeah I had posted about my HR officer sending the law firm a PDF of our handbook to "proof" and them saving it as word, proofing, then saving back to PDF to send it back to us, meaning I had to basically reformat the entire document from scratch. :D And then there was the no-fly list being saved as a CSV.
I have to admit I don't work in code at all, so what you're saying sounds very much like something I'd do -- take something I'd been told to archive but wasn't comfortable with and put it into a structure I found more familiar. Like, did he know he could save it in SQL? Did he feel confident that having saved it he could find it again? I don't know how things are saved in SQL, after all, or how I'd go about finding them. I've worked in databases where there's only one "save" slot, so when you save something, anything you'd previously saved is wiped out. Whereas in Excel, I know exactly how to keep notes and access them.
The problem tends to be less that people know how to do something but do it differently for no visible reason, and more that we're asking people who aren't familiar with certain file types to do things with them but not training them in the how or why. Like, my HR officer didn't know you can't easily proof in PDF format, but that's because we haven't trained her in it (I've offered but she's very nervous about it, and I can't MAKE her learn her way around a PDF). So while I'm mad-amused about having to redo the entire handbook, it's less because she made the job tough on me and more because a combination of her lack of training and pettiness on the part of the law firm meant more work for me. Not securing a no-fly list properly on a server is a big deal -- but that means the person we ask to do it should be thoroughly trained and understand both how and why they're doing what they're doing. And given the state of American air travel I'm guessing they just picked someone who looked like they didn't have enough work to do.
Anyway -- it is funny that he had code saved in Excel, a notoriously difficult program for saving things in the format you want them to be saved in :D But I can't help feeling for the guy, I wouldn't want to have to learn-by-doing my way through SQL code either :D
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happy friday!! From the emotionally charged sentence starters, how about: ❝ why do you stick around? what is it you think you see in me? ❞
For @dadrunkwriting, thank you for this prompt! It's only fitting that this is a continuation from your last prompt, for which I wrote the Amnesia ficlet (https://barbex.tumblr.com/post/728915573761785856/happy-friday-from-the-emotionally-charged). Someone teach me how to write short because this is 2500 unedited words. I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not 😂😂😂.
Another fenders ficlet, of course.
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Fenris' life in Kirkwall is not busy. Unless Hawke calls on him for a job, he has an astonishing amount of free time every day, something he never experienced as a slave. When he told Varric that he practises dance routines in the mansion's hall, it was only half of a lie. It's not dance movements, but stretches and martial arts forms. As a slave, every moment of his life had a purpose, even if it just meant to watch his master for mood changes. The first few weeks in the mansion, he didn't know what to do with himself, the walls closing in, the rotten corpses staring at him.
Training, focussing on his fighting forms, saved his sanity.
Reading is a new way of spending his time, ever since Hawke taught him how. He discovered that he can spend a lot of time in a book, not even noticing the hours passing by, except for his legs cramping and a pinch in his neck. Sometimes he catches himself looking over his shoulder, as if someone would punish him for doing this. Reading. Him, a slave.
But he seems to have found another pastime, recently. Taking off his sword, he steps into Anders' clinic, and leans it against the armor stand next to Lirene's desk. She placed it there just for his sword.
"Hello, Fenris," Lirene says, smiling at him. It took her a while to relax around him, but by now, he seems to have become a normal sight at the clinic. He washes his hands in a basin, looking over the line of people. It's a busy day once again, people of all kinds and races waiting in line for Lirene to write them into the book. One of the assistants takes the patients into the next room, sorting them by urgency with a well trained eye. Fenris does not feel comfortable doing that, he doesn't know enough about injuries and illnesses, but he knows how to help someone onto a cot, how to hold them down, and he knows how to clean and wash.
Currently he washes bandages, or scraps of fabric being used as bandages. His finger are cold as he rinses them out, and he sighs with relief when he can move to the heated water to scrub them with soap. It's simple work, but nothing he has ever done before, at least in what he remembers from his life. It is kind of soothing, to use ones hands like this, while his thoughts wander elsewhere.
Currently — and annoyingly — his thoughts tend to wander to the one man in the clinic he always claims to hate and distrust. And — annoyingly again — if he is honest with himself, it is not true. Not anymore. Not since he had to accept that they had been so much closer while he had forgotten his fear of magic. He still has no memory of that time and Anders doesn't talk about what happened between them, but even with his limited experience, he can guess from his behaviour. They were friends. Maybe even more than that.
Anders kneels in front of a crying elven girl, speaking gently, while his hand brushes over her sprained wrist. Soon, the girl stops crying and smiles at Anders. He smiles back, so soft and caring, his eyes twinkling as he whispers something to her. The girl giggles and runs over to Lirene, who takes a piece of candy from a glass and hands it to her. Her parent wants to follow her but Anders holds them back, all softness gone from his face, glaring at the elven father.
"How did that happen?" he hisses out.
"I don't... I don't know what you mean," the young man stutters.
Anders grabs the elf's wrist and twists it. "Someone did this to her, only worse. That kind of injury doesn't just happen."
The man tries to pull his arm away, looking at Fenris as if asking for help. But seeing that no help is coming, he finally turns back to Anders and crumbles. "I work as a gardener for a family in Hightown, and Pirrina came around to go home with me and she got in the way... a cup broke. The master was very angry."
Anders looks about ready to murder someone. "The name."
"Please, Healer, I need that job."
"I understand." His gaze falls on Fenris, who only now realises that he has been staring at Anders. "Nothing will fall back on you or your family. Give me the name, please."
"The Verdalens."
Anders nods. "Take Pirrina home. Everything will be alright."
Fenris throws another bundle of soiled bandages into the pot and stirs them in the soapy water. He recognizes the expression in Anders' face, that determined crease around his mouth. Anders is ready to go into battle.
For a few hours, everything continues on as usual, the stream of patients a constant. The later it gets, the more the stream changes from Lowtown families to foundry workers, hacking up their lungs as they come in. Injured from the various gang wars show up in between, and Anders treats everyone the same way, with the same calm patience, his hands glowing with healing or handing out potions.
Fenris doesn't flinch anymore when Anders uses his magic. He has seen it too often by now. The mage works himself to exhaustion every night, and Fenris would be a fool if he'd still compared him to power crazy magisters.
At last, it's quiet, Anders sits down on a chair and shakes out his hands. Tiredness wavers around him like a dark cloud. Fenris watches him, waiting for that determined crease to reappear.
Lirene hands a plate with two sandwiches to Fenris and gestures towards Anders. "Make sure he eats his." She leaves with a wave, before Fenris can ask how feeding the mage has become his job.
Holding the sandwich out to Anders, Fenris waits for the mage to acknowledge it. "Eat, mage."
"Ordering me around, huh?" Anders looks at the sandwich and shakes his head. "Not hungry."
"Stop being annoying," Fenris says. "You need your strength."
"If I'm so annoying, why do you stick around? Why do you care about my strength?" He takes the sandwich and takes a bite. "Fuck me, this is good." The sandwich is gone in three more bites.
Fenris holds out his own sandwich.
"That's yours," Anders says, staring at him.
"I had lunch, you didn't. You need it more."
After a short hesitation, Anders takes the sandwich and inhales it like the other one. He keeps glancing at Fenris as he chews. When he's done eating, he keeps looking at Fenris, a soft expression on his face. "Thank you, I didn't realise..." He licks his lips and his eyes widen as he quickly turns away.
Fenris can't deny that he has been staring at those lips. He could touch them, with his fingertip, or with his lips. But he won't. He stands up, walking to the armor stand to pick up his sword. Not because he cannot stay this close to Anders and his gentle eyes and soft lips, and his golden hair he wants to touch... He shakes himself, willing these strange thoughts away. "What will you do now?"
"About what?"
"The Verdalens, where the little girl got hurt."
"Oh that." Anders grins like a cat. "I'm just going to spook them a bit."
"But you can't risk the father losing this job."
"Don't worry, I won't do that." Anders puts on his coat and stuffs a small leather bag and two potion vials into the pockets. Picking up his 'walking stick' from behind a curtain, he lets Fenris step out of the clinic and locks the door behind them. "It's a bit of a walk to the Verdalens, if you want to come along."
"Yes, I'm going with you."
"I thought so." Anders dances down the stairs, more energetic than Fenris has seen him before.
Fenris frowns as he catches up with Anders. "You knew I would come along?"
"You've been watching over me for weeks now, frowning and growling." Anders' voice is strangely neutral. "I'm not sure what you expect to see. Maybe you're waiting for me to explode, or transform into a demon, or — oh, I know." He looks directly at Fenris, making it hard to breathe. "You're waiting for me to do bloodmagic and mindfuck someone. Of course." Anders turns back to the path and walks faster. "It's not going to happen, but I guess you can never be too careful."
The assessment is painful but correct. He used to be like that. When he learned that Anders let himself be possessed, he watched the mage, fearing and waiting for the moment when he would give in to his demon. And seeing a mage with such power at his hands, more powerful than any magister he has ever known, Fenris naturally assumed that he would hunger for more and turn to bloodmagic at any moment.
Fenris hurries to catch up with Anders. "I know you are not a bloodmage." He stares at his feet. "And I know you're not going to explode."
Two fingers touch his chin and lift his head. He recoils from the touch, his markings glowing.
Anders rips his hand away. "Sorry, I shouldn't, fuck. I know I shouldn't touch you." He stops and waits for Fenris to look at him. "Please, forgive me, it won't happen again."
Fenris calms his markings, taking a step closer to Anders. "Explain."
"The way you look down when you speak..." Anders fidgets, looking anywhere but at Fenris. "I've seen that before. The elves in the alienage act like that when one of the guards asks them something. Mages speak like that to templars in the Circle." He finally looks at Fenris. "Slaves speak like that, keeping their heads down. For safety."
It is hard to breathe. Fenris feels like he has been stripped of his armor, defenceless in front of this mage, who sees him like nobody else.
"It's just a habit," Anders says easily. "You're not a slave anymore, you'll get over it, like with everything you set your mind to."
A storm churns in Fenris' mind, too many thoughts at once. Anders obviously knows him well and for the hundredth times he wonders what happened between them in that stretch of time he doesn't remember. The sense of loss settles over him again, the feeling that he is missing something he doesn't even remember having.
"Here we are, this is the backyard of their mansion."
Fenris needs a moment to come back to the present. "Are you planning of storming in and —"
"No, nothing like that. These people wouldn't care anyway, but with one thing, all these noble gits are the same. They're superstitious." Anders grins at him, mischievousness twinkling in his eyes. "They're all obsessed about dalish ghosts and such nonsense, so we're going to shake them up a bit."
Anders creeps up to the backdoor opens one of the vials from his pocket and twitches his finger over the opening. Smoke wafts from the small bottle, disappearing through the keyhole. He gestures for Fenris to follow him and walks around the corner of the building, ducking under the windows, until he comes up to one where bright light spills out into the garden. Peeking over the edge, he nods. "There they are, master and mistress. Now let's set that ghost to work."
Somehow, with the combination of the smoke wafting into the room, a screaming grenade thrown into the room, and sparkling powder blown through a gap in the window frame, Anders' magic forms a ghostly figure floating through the room. He sings some sort of incantation with a distorted, throaty voice, sounding vaguely elven. Anders somehow projects his voice to the smoke ghost, his face contorting as he promises a terrible destiny to those who anger the dalish ghosts and Fenris has to press his hand to his mouth to not give their position away with his laughter. Anders looks at him, a boyish grin on his face as he projects a gravely laugh to the ghost.
Inside, the woman screams and the man tries to fight the ghost with a candlestick, burning himself with hot wax. Among the screams, somewhere a door claps and Anders grabs Fenris' hand and runs back the way they came, through the backyard and out into the backroads. Still giggling, he runs, pulling Fenris behind him, until a dark alley opens at their side. In the darkness, Anders lets go of his hand, leans against the wall and laughs out once more. "Oh, that was fun. Did you see their faces? They were so shocked."
Fenris joins in his laughter, wondering when the last time was he laughed this much. "Do you think they'll treat their staff better now?"
"I don't know, maybe." Anders wipes at his eyes and chuckles to himself. He glances at Fenris through his hair. It has fallen out of its tie, a golden curtain in front of his face. He wipes it back, pushing the strains behind his ears. "Did you have fun?"
Fenris breathes out with another giggle, rasing his head to look at Anders. He steps forward, taking Anders' hand back in his. "Yes, I had fun." He doesn't quite know what he is doing, but holding Anders' hand, stepping closer to him, close enough to feel the heat of his body — it feels right.
"Fenris?" Anders looks from his hand to Fenris' lips and back.
"I wondered... when I had that amnesia..." He steps closer, his breastplate touching Anders' chest. "Did we kiss?"
Anders' expression darkens. "Don't ask me that."
"That is answer enough." Fenris stretches up on his toes, feeling brave. "Can we do it again?"
"Only if..." Anders bites his lips, taking a shuddering breath. "Only if you don't hate me afterwards."
Fenris' heart beats faster. There is a draw to Anders, a feeling of familiarity that assures him that he has done this before. A hole in his mind he needs to fill. Now, he wants to remember. "I promise." He stretches up and catches Anders' lips.
For a moment, they just stand there, lips carefully touching, but then Anders lets out a sigh and surges forward, his arms wrapping around Fenris' shoulders. "Fen," he whispers and it sounds like a prayer.
Fenris may not remember their kisses, but he knows in his heart that this is a real one. They devour each other as if they have to sate a terrible hunger, lips smacking, tongues touching, sharing each others breath. Pleasure and desire runs down his back like electric sparks, his body pressing harder against Anders, as if he craved this closeness without realising. His hands find their way under Anders' shirt, brushing over his chest.
"Fen, Fen, love." Anders kisses along his jaw, until he reaches the curve of his throat. Fenris shudders at the touch, his whole body reacting to the pleasure. He didn't even know. "I've missed you," Anders mumbles against his throat.
"I'm here." Fenris slides his hands into Anders' hair. "I was here the whole time."
"Not like this." Anders stops kissing him, breathing hard. "You were there, like an image but not..."
"I am sorry," Fenris says, touching his finger to Anders' lips. "I'm sorry for hurting you so."
"It's alright. Just..." Anders takes his hand and presses it to his chest. "Just take me home, love."
"Home?"
Anders nods. "Your place."
Home. His mansion. Fenris breathes against the sudden tightness in his chest. "Come then. This time, I want to remember."
#dadrunkwriting#fenders#Fenris#Anders#fenders fic#Fenris x Anders#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#my writing
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Saw this post about ppl watching this show for ages have become jaded going like:
Oh, a madney hospital wedding
Yeah, we've seen this before.
I realized, that's me 😂🤦♀️
I have been on this show for ages, nothing excites me anymore, I feel like I'm watching a soap opera or a telenovela where they finish making a coffee and a conversation four episodes later 😂
All drama and relationships and not enough action unless it's an Athena storyline.
Now I understand there are more boring calls than fires in the real world, but if Tommy can go enjoy a fire, why can't our firefighters??
Anyway, I am jaded, and kinda bored at this point lol so yeah I'll peek in every now and again but the excitement factor died with Madney marrying in the hospital in parallel to getting together in 2x14.
I think they deserved the big ceremony and that little parallel could wait until they are already married and in Karen style Maddie rushing to check on Chim in a later episode after a disastrous call.
But that's just me I guess.
I'm not seeing BT lasting, they're physically hot but there is nothing in their interaction that screams chemistry, more like physical chemistry and that is fine for a first relationship with a dude.
Buddie will forever be considered soulmate should be endgame ship to me, for all sorts of reasons, one of them is the amount of sexual tension displayed in those close, intimate, interactions in that bachelor party.
I am almost convinced that the karaoke scene was nixed because it gave too much away and would have been all everybody would talk about instead of Madney especially since the writers went and ruined what was supposed to be a big beautiful wedding.
I think I get Kenneth's disappointed interview and wish for a happy, peaceful wedding for Madney.
Anyways, happy Friday, loves.
#going to write some fics#I'm feeling realistically jaded with 911 as a whole#i really wanted the big wedding for madney#eddie diaz#evan buckley#chimney han#kenneth choi#madney#BT#911 spoilers#911 speculation
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on most days of my life I absolutely hate and will complain to anyone who listens about dramas releasing weekly (because I am an impatient monster) except the day my show releases!
it’s my demon fridays besties !!!
love the fact that it’s a Friday Saturday release schedule so that I can cry a bit more for my Sunday sadness moments
the intro cut from yoojung’s eye to song kang is so beautiful actually
LMAOOO I forgot how during the weekly release pattern you sometimes lose the rhythm of the show for a second because Do Dohee going with the tv tropes classic ‘everyone I love is dead’ 😔😞😭 made me just bust out laughing 😭
and you’ll die because of me too! 😔
‘i don’t care’ 👿🤷♂️
two gorgeous people kissing
the droplets suspended in the air looks so beautiful
aww they look adorable! wet little puppies 😭
medical undressing but with actual dressing time 🩹
oh they’re making out again, that’s actually pretty realist for kdrama standards 😂
most of them go designated kiss over, back to talking; here they’re actually making out again, like normal people do
song kang has a heart warming smile
lmfaoooo we went from fun time to eerily creepy clock room
we’re back in their room and i adore them !!!
my man went from ‘humans suck! losers!!! boooo 🍅🍅🍅 to they’re not that bad actually, love is kinda cool and i sorta get them and while we’re at it can i get a couples set dinner with my wife?!’
and let me just couple bike with my wife as well!
i will always be a sucker for anyone who’s down for cheesy things! #mypeople
wait woah my sister was going that in heels !!!
this fuckass quality…. giphy you will crumble !!!
they’re actually truly having the world’s most loveliest date. just having fun and taking walks and admiring the breeze !
same sister, if I saw someone that beautiful irl I’d also thank them 😭 [context : guwon says thankyou to the barista for his couple coffee set and she’s like no thank you 😻]
him saying do dohee always takes me out
they’re so cute y’all, they’re slow dancing
i’d be kinda surprised if there’s no criminal from the eldest son’s family like they rank a little higher on the possible murderer scale for me than everyone else. seems misleading rn because all shows tend to do this but y’all need to be in checked 😭
my short term memory is memorying because I was wondering why he was following her into her office and then remembered he’s her bodyguard 💀
I mean she didn’t have to give up everything but if it makes her happy!
two gorgeous people in one frame!
y’all are not subtle at allll with the wrist thing at all 😭 how many times has the seokhoon seen it already?
I adore the wolf gang lmaooo
lmaoooo they’re so dramatic, I love them!
the beautiful theatre dancer has a point and doesn’t have a point at the same time 😭 jin gayeong you’re beautiful, go live your life !!!
my sister said one shot while all she poured miss shin was foam 😭
miss shin I <3 u
doo hee the nut job 💀
lmaooo did he rush to her because he was happy to be called husband lmao, my man looks shook seeing them drunk 😂
he said my wife is embarrassing let me take her home and then she called him a blinding sun and he just glowed (he’s just like me fr)
all of the happiness and love he was uncomfortably bottling up inside in denial is coming out right now and I love it.
she could ask him for a toothbrush and he’d give her a loving smile and do it
cuties
poor boggy I omg 😭
your honour, this demon is whipped !!! 😭💞
the bag on his neck lol
it has taken me over an hour atp to finish this episode lmao maybe I could’ve written this later
miss shin is a mood
my wolf gang is back
the dad’s just laughing after choking someone ? 😭 this family…
it’s always fun to watch the murderers be hunted 🤷♂️
oh he killed his mom too, he was my first guess but the son was a strong case too
this cartoon villain ass laugh
my married lovebirds have a pretty strong knit game like his cardigan rn and hers during the sprinkler kiss scene
slay you found the bug
the wife seems normalish compared to her son and husband
damn did they vanish because of the card thing
woah
him knocking at the cardboard door 😭
did they fumble the continuity or something changed when they were walking at the bar because our homeless mystery queen’s teeth are back to normal rn
is she god
need that snapping finger power so bad like I also want a galaxy in my room thankyou
butterflies just follow song kang in tv shows
the second male lead kinda needs to let it go, bae it’s not that serious
why would the theatre girlie just tell that to him flat out 😭
honeymoon period over
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Happy 8 Years on Tumblr, my friend! I'm so glad we've gotten to know each other recently!! 💕
For my question from your sleepover Friday list, here goes: Who would you ship me with from SPN, The Boys, or Big Sky world?
A little bit about me:
You probably know by now that I'm Latina lol
I love to cook and try new recipes and restaurants
Love oldies music -- anywhere from the 40s to current stuff, especially rock, R&B, 70s, 80s, 90s
I'm also a movies and TV junkie lol. I love trivia and behind the scenes stuff! AKA: I'm a big nerd. 😂
Hobbies include nature walks, painting, yoga, reading of course
I'm a creative writer, but also a writer/editor professionally (with some teaching on the side)
I guess you could say I have a "cat-like" personality lol. I love being with my loved ones and friends, but I also value my alone time, when I can write and do my work in peace. I've also been told by friends that I'm a good listener...
I don't want to ramble too much, but I'm very interested to know who you would match me with. 😜 Again, happy Tumblrversary!! 💓
Hey Zep! Same! I've always been awful at making tumblr friends but I've been enjoying to get to know you too!
Oh good question! I knew some of these things but not all. Hm, I could definitely see you with a lot of people but I'm going to go with...
Ben (Soldier Boy)
Now while I think you'd handle any of our favs well, I think Ben is the one that needs you the most. We all know he's got his issues and is out of place in time. But I think you'd be the one to wrangle him in. I think he'd be leery at first but would bond over music, something not so foreign to him and start to drop his guard. You'd be a "light" for him, someone to show him new foods and places and good times but understand his need for solitude and space. He'd tease you about being a nerd but secretly adore that quality.
Your creative side would be something that confuses him at first, especially as he absently watches you fill a page with words as the day progresses. He'd be baffled that you can make something from nothing as his whole life has been about being what other people want from him, not fully being able to think for himself and his own aspirations. He'd scoff at your invitations to try your hobbies but eventually he'd relent, complaining the whole time while actually enjoying them. Especially yoga. Ben's not very good at it though, probably because he spends the whole time with his eyes glued on you.
Finally, after he feels like he can really trust you, he'd sit you down with a scotch in hand and tell you about his life. Down to the nitty gritty details. He hates it. Really fucking hates it. Hates how it makes him feel weak and vulnerable. But when he's finally finished, that feeling dissipates. He's never said those words out loud. Never allowed himself to think such things without hating himself for not being a real man. But with you? Yeah, maybe with you things will be alright.
So there you go! Ben's the winner but this was actually a really hard choice!
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How are things with Eddie and his 7 wives?
Hiii lovey!! Oh things with Eddie and his wives are going good!! I’ll give you a few conversations with him and Wayne and how they talk about them😂 hope you enjoy!💖
*Eddie making sure all his wives are happy is a never ending job but he’s happy to do it*
“Friday wants what now?” “She wants to have a like…80’s themed dance party with all the girls and well…everyone.” “She loves a good party huh?” “Uh that’s an understatement she thrives at parties she’s so social I can barley keep up with who she’s hanging out with and when.” “Well bout time there’s a popular Munson in the family.” “Ha ha…very funny.” “So when is this…party?” Tonight…and your attendance is mandatory old man.”
“Sunday wants us over for dinner this week.” “Us? Why me?” “She likes you Wayne don’t be an asshole…she’s making your favorite casserole and everything.” “This feels like a trap…just tell me the real reason she wants me over there.” “I don’t know…she just told me this morning when I went over there to fix her washing machine.” “She pregnant?” “Uh..not that I’m aware of?” “You need to keep track of shit like that son…or you’re gonna end up with seven pregnant wives all at the same time.” “Not seven…some of them don’t want kids.” “That’s not the point…” “right….yeah I’ll uh keep track of that…better.”
“Did I just see Wednesday and that Steve kid having lunch?” “Yeah she’s like his bestfriend or something…she helps him not be such a wimp.” “I mean…yeah she’ll do that I guess.” “Yeah she doesn’t let him be all…negative and shit.” “She beats him up huh?” “I honestly don’t know…just know she has lunch with him like three times a week or whenever he needs advice…she actually likes hanging out with him so it doesn’t bother me.” “She likes hanging out with him? Wednesday doesn’t like anyone…besides us.” “I knows that’s why it doesn’t bother me…I’m glad she has friends outside of us.” “How’d they even become…friends?” “He came over one day and was looking for me and I was at her place…he was all blabbering on about how he was sorry to interrupt and she told him to shut up and sit down for dinner since he was already there and yeah…friends ever since.” “Sounds like her…”
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Kinktober Day 13: Car Sex (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)
Happy Friday the 13th everyone! I wanted to jump ahead in my prompt list to put this one specifically out on the spooky day, albeit a bit late 😂😂😂. Enjoy some spooky cemetery car sex with one of my favorite spooky guys
WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, MDNI, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism, public sex, car sex, cemetery sex, reader rides Falk in the front seat, caught in the action kinda but not really, super fluffy, I think that's it, if I missed anything please let me know!
My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!
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"Get home safely!" You and your husband both shoot one last wave at the Satanic Temple as you head out.
"Have a great Samhain Omega, tell Terzo I'll be by for brunch next weekend!" Omega disappears back inside the Abbey with a final goodbye. Falk wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You felt bubbly from the amount of champagne you had drank this evening, you looked up lovingly at your partner. You could never believe how handsome he was. The skeleton makeup he wore, which you had ensured was pristine upon your arrival, had now mostly melted away from a night of dancing, drinking, and revelry. All that was left were black smudges around his eyes and in the hollows of his cheeks, seeing him like that paired with his neatly fitted suit had you feeling eager to get him away from prying eyes.
"Did you have fun Maus?" You were snapped back to reality as his voice drifted to your ears. You nod eagerly at him in response. He chuckles, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your forehead. "Would you be up for a little ride?"
"I don't see why not, what did you have in mind?" You eye him curiously. He opens the car door for you, offering you his hand to help you into the passenger seat.
"Well it is almost Halloween," he shuts your door, hurting around to the other side before continuing, "I thought maybe we could take a drive through the church's graveyard?"
"Spooky." You tease, wiggling your fingers at him. "I'd love to, it would be like our first date all over again." You smile at him before he pulls you in for a kiss. You cuddled into Falk's side as he drove. His jacket draped over your lap as the two of you rode with the windows open on this cool and foggy October evening. "It's beautiful out." You remark as you gaze up at the nearly full moon.
"Not as beautiful as you." You can't help but giggle at the cheesy compliment.
"Ever the charmer, Mr. Schlegel, what will I ever do with you?" His full attention turns to you as he drives into a small pull off in the cemetery. You felt so small under his intense gaze, the hungry look in his eyes making your heart flutter in your chest.
"I guess you'll just have to live with it, Mrs. Schlegel." He purrs. You shiver, rolling up the windows before snuggling into his side. The radio hummed quietly in the small space, Falk sliding to the middle of the car's bench seat as he pulled you into his lap. You squealed as he littered your neck with kisses and soft bites. He wraps his hands around your thighs, holding you in place as his lips crash into yours. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you all night.” He smirks against your lips, his fingers trailing along the hem of your dress.
“You’re one to talk, I could get used to seeing you dressed up like this." Falk kisses you hungrily, you sigh blissfully as your arms slide over his shoulders. You couldn't help but giggle at the predicament you found yourself in, you rested your forehead against his. "We're acting like a couple of teenagers." You joke.
"What can I say? You make me feel young again, meine Mäuschen." He responds with a smile. You grab him by the collar, pulling his lips back to yours. He needily pushes up your dress, you gasp softly as you feel his half hard member press against your core. His hands slide over the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him as he nips at your swollen bottom lip. “I want you.” He growls.
“I’m all yours.” You respond breathlessly. You hurriedly help him undo his belt, shoving his pants out of the way just enough to free his aching cock from the confines of his pants. He pushes your panties out of the way, swiping the tip over your entrance a few times to coat himself in your arousal. You let out a loud, high pitched moan as you slowly eased yourself onto his length.You very quickly became wrapped up in pure pleasure as you bounced yourself on his cock, your thighs shaking as your muscles slowly began to ache from use. “You feel so fucking good.” You groan. Falks long fingers wrap around your waist, helping you increase your speed. You screamed in pleasure, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Falk’s hand dips in between your legs, his thumb rubbing rough circles over your clit. “Falk.” You whimper his name, feeling yourself rapidly approaching your climax.
"Go ahead baby, cum for me." He smirks as the tightly wound coil inside you finally snaps. Your whole body shook as your climax ripped through you, you bite into his shoulder to try and muffle your screams. You slowly roll your hips as you come down from your high, Falk's strong arms wrapping securely around you. You froze at the sound of a snapping branch outside.
"What was that?" You ask looking around with wide eyes.
"It was probably just an animal, honey." He says soothingly. Despite your nervous state you couldn't help but shudder slightly as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Your eyes dart to the opposite side of the car at another snapping branch. You screech as a large figure bangs on the window. After a moment of pure panic you realized it was Charles. Falk rolled down the window.
"It's bad enough I have to watch for Siblings hooking up down here, now I have to worry about you too?" He grumbles. You hide your burning face against Falk's chest, your husband chuckles at the intrusion. He apologized, the two of you fixing yourselves after Charles had walked away. Both of you giggling messes as he drives the car up to the garage. He helps you from the passenger seat, pulling you into a passionate kiss.
"Would you like to continue this inside?" He smiles.
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Hi! I would love to hear your take on what the connection is between the Autumn King/Autumn Court and the starborn/Night Court in CC and ACOTAR!
Hi and happy Friday!!
I'm a bit torn as to whether there will be any reveals about the Autumn Court in the crossover or connection to the Autumn King being mentioned, whether it's all that important to the plot.
First, the NC isn't allowed to step foot in Autumn (which is why Eris was always meeting the IC outside it's borders). And at the end of SF, the IC had kind of screwed Eris over, basically using him in that whole Nesta ballroom plot then all but laughing in his face.
So I struggle to imagine how or why the Autumn Court would come up as a topic of conversation since I can't imagine they'd be taking Bryce there and unless Lucien shows up, there's no one that's a current ally to them with a major connection to Autumn.
Gwyn's grandfather was from there but as it stands I don't think she herself has ever actually been to Autumn.
It could be a casual thing, if Rhys were to break down the different courts than Bryce could easily make the connection to the territory where her father's people originated from but I don't know if it will go deeper than that.
Or maybe SJM will find a way to connect the two. I think people assume Fionn is from the NC but maybe he was from Autumn? Maybe it would then become important to the history of Fionn / Gwydion / Theia.
There's so little to go on right now it's very difficult for me to feel comfortable leaning in a certain direction.
With the Starborn and Night Court though, I definitely think we'll get a bit more backstory. Bryce may not have thought to ask certain questions had she not noticed Rhys is Ruhns doppelganger but since she did, I think it's going to lead to Rhys sharing the history of Prythian with her and Bryce combining that to everything she learned in CC2, realizing that this is the planet Theia came from (and sharing with Rhys what she knows of the Starborn fae).
I think it's safe to say that Rhys is a Starborn descendent and I think we'll learn a bit more about Theia's second daughter (which he and Ruhn most likely are descendents of).
Theia was just one of the Starborn though. There may not have been many Starborn descendents on Midgard but I'm guessing each of the acotar courts contain descendents of the original Starborn (the first fae) and maybe that's part of what has gone into selecting the High Lords over the years.
Honestly I have no idea if that even answered your question 😂. I think at the end of the day, the characters connections to these Starborn fae seem to simply explain why they have powers that are unique even among other magical fae and why they're the ones sort of spearheading the efforts to save their world. It's that theme of "the descendents are all coming together to right the wrongs of their ancestors pasts".
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Every time my 2 guy friends from the office go out, I feel left out. Well they are always excited for me to join them, but due to my circumstances, I currently can't join all the time.
I wrote what is written above around January or February I think? So now maybe this is an update about my straight guy friends from the office?
They always want to go somewhere, but they can't continue without me coming with. Several months later, I can. But a lot of other complicated shit happened. The other guy kinda drifted a bit apart from us. I know 3 reasons. I'm not sure if any people aside from me know know, but well the main reason now is he's already taken. We are happy for him though. I am actually too for one. He deserves it after not being able to move on from his ex. I just hope that some of our talk sessions were helpful in his journey.
The other guy is not the sharing kind, but we stick together. Sometimes, I also think we stick together too much. hahah. We aren't close in terms of personal secrets, but I think most of my me-straight guy friendships are like that anyway so it's their thing.
Aside from these other two, I think the closest one I can think of is the one I always say I have a connection with because of being well "dead inside" 😂😆. He lives so far. He works different shifts. So I don't know what else I can do for our friendship. Anyway, earlier we happened to play computer games together, and he said that sometimes he doesn't eat dinner because he's too lazy to do it. God, am I a sucker for this kind of people? I immediately got hit a wave of "if you live close, you can eat with me and my roommate" kind of suggestion. I worry so much about other people, don't I? Anyway I tried convincing him that cooking is good, cooking is therapeutic, and maybe later, I can send him recipes of what to cook. There are tons of easy meals he can do. Anyway, I figure I should reach out to him from time to time, but the heck I can't even reply to my other friends. I guess this is the limit of what I can do for now. Also, last Friday, he keeps on telling me to go to our team building because he'd be going as well. Other people also keep on telling me to, but for real, I don't want to go. The only reason I want to go because my friends are there, but it's not only us in that one day faraway trip. It's so far for a 2 day 1 night thing, and involves soooo many people. This is just not one reason, but a series of issues I have with this, so I'm going to sit this one out.
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