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atomicami · 5 months

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contractor!abby anderson x joel’s daughter!reader

- summary: it’s the day of the holiday bake sale, and abby’s craving something sweeter than the desserts you’re selling. (part 3)

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, contractor/engineer!abby, texas living, no sarah, joel and jerry are both alive, jerry is not a doctor, reader has a business degree, family & work drama, semi-public sex, pet names instead of y/n, kinda roughdom!abby??, oral & fingering (r!receiving), cockblocking, strap usage (r!receiving), abby hits it from the back 🕺, edging, some mirror play, some degrading, abby referring to the strap as her cock, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything else

- author’s note: merry christmas everyone! what better way to celebrate it than with a contractor abby fic am i right? i hope y’all enjoy this one 🤍

previous parts: quick fix, surprise visit

Seven in the morning, it's only the crack of dawn, and you’re spending the early hours of the day at the farmers market, setting up for the annual holiday bake sale.

Your hands were full of all the pastries and desserts you’d spent baking yesterday while Joel was carrying the chairs and tables to set up with. You tried to walk as carefully as you could to keep yourself from tripping on your knee-high boots or spilling anything on the red sweater dress you had on. When you arrived at your spot, your dad already had everything set up for you.

“Jeez kiddo, thought you’d never make it here in time with them boot heels ya got on,” your dad joked, opening the second folding chair he had in his hand and placing it behind the table.

“Well Dad, I figured I’d make myself presentable for the bake sale, don’t you think?” you replied, carefully setting down the load of sweets on the table.

Well, if we’re being honest here, there’s only one person in particular you’re planning to make an impression on today, and she still hasn’t arrived.

For a moment, you look over to the empty spot where Abby & Jerry are settled before you begin to unpack and arrange your pastries. It’s no surprise to you that Abby still hasn’t arrived yet. After that last-minute encounter you had with her at her place, you figured that she’d be knocked out for at least another hour.

And you were definitely right. About an hour later, Abby and Jerry finally arrived, right before the bake sale officially began.

Joel leans close to you as the two of you watch them quickly rush to set their stand up. “Look at ‘em, I wonder what made Jerry n’ his kid so late to the sale…”

You honestly couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about it too. The fact that Abby and Jerry were now just setting their things up while everyone else was ready was just too funny to you. It seemed like karma got back to her after her need to call you at 1 in the morning that night.

Once the two had their table set up, the bake sale finally started.

You looked over at the table that stood in front of you. A variety of desserts that you’ve made was all spread out on top of it. You’ve spent the past day making every single dessert you could think of: brownies, cinnamon rolls, muffins, even a whole plate of peach pie, because it truly can’t be a Southern bake sale if someone’s table doesn’t have a peach pie.

And lastly, there was the round tray of flan that you made. Out of all the desserts you’ve made, the flan made you the most nervous to sell. Given that this dessert came from your mother’s side of the family, you’ve decided to make it exclusively for family events or traditions out of the fear that others wouldn’t like it.

Nonetheless, your dad practically begged you to make it for the bake sale, and you couldn’t help but oblige.

A couple hours of the bake sale pass by and it feels like years to you. Almost half of your sweets have been sold, which was good, but you can’t help but wish that this community event could be a little more…interesting to you.

And luckily, Abby was about to make her appearance to change that.

While you were distracted with the customers, Abby was watching you from across the room, patiently waiting for Joel to leave the stand to get you by yourself. She had her own plan to be able to get even with you after the stunt you pulled onto her in her office.

Because if there’s anything sweeter than a Texas holiday bake sale, it’s a fresh slice of payback.

Once she noticed that you were by yourself at the table, she excused herself to her now distracted father to walk over to your stand.

You felt a tap on your shoulder from your side and turned around to see Abby standing next to you. “Got some pretty sweet looking pastries here princess, mind if I have a taste?”

“Abby…” you tell her sternly. “You know you’re not supposed to be this close to me right now, especially with both of our dads around.”

Abby simply ignores your warning as she walks around your table, admiring all of the pastries you had set up for sale. “I know that, but I’m just kinda craving something sweet,” she says as she slightly dips the tip of her finger into the white frosting of the cinnamon roll pan before lifting it up to her mouth and sucking it clean.

You roll your eyes at her, grabbing the tray and pulling it away from her. “Well, unless you’re going to buy something, then you shouldn’t be here,” you warn her again.

“Actually…I was craving something a little sweeter than these…” she replies with a smirk, slowing down her pace as she walks around your table.

It took you a while to get her intentions, but the way her eyes were flickering between you and the table, you instantly got the message.

Your eyes widened in shock and you began to shake your head. “No, Abby, don’t you fucking dare—“

But it was too late. Within a matter of seconds, Abby dropped down to her knees and lifted the red tablecloth before crawling under the table.

You tried to kick her away so she could get out, but there wasn’t enough time to do so, because Joel was already coming your way with one of his friends next to him.

“Hey, sweetheart, you remember Martin, right? Used to work f’me when I was startin’ up the company,” he tells you as he points at him.

“Yes, hi Martin, it’s good to see you again.” you tell him with a smile.

You’re trying your best to keep your cool right now, but it’s practically impossible for you to do so now that Abby’s lifting up your sweater dress and spreading your legs open underneath the tablecloth.

Your dad looks over to Martin while gesturing him to all of your pastries arranged on the table. “My kid right here baked up all these sweets for the sale today. But this…” he pauses for a moment, pointing at the pan of flan that stood neatly at the front. “This custard thing right here’s the best thing she could ever make, I’ll tell ya that.”

“That so?” his friend asked, serving himself up a slice. “Whatcha got here, kid?”

“It’s flan, sir. I-It’s my mother’s recipe.” you reply to him, trying not to strain your voice as Abby shifts your underwear to the side from underneath.

You watch the man in front of you take a bite of the dessert, smiling after he’s fully eaten it. “Well I must say, this is one of the best desserts I’ve had in this here bake sale so far.” he said before pulling out a five-dollar bill from his wallet and handing it to you.

At that moment, when you were about to lean forward to grab the money, was when Abby’s hands grabbed ahold of your hips and pushed you back down onto the chair, causing the rest of the table to shake.

You gasp at the sudden impact, and your jaw practically fucking drops once she inserts two fingers into your pussy.

It could have been any other time when she could’ve done that move, but no. She just had to fucking do it right in front of your father, out of all people.

Regardless, you try your best to compose yourself and attempt to cover it up. “S-Sorry about that, I was trying to get up but, my leg kind of fell asleep…must be from sitting down all day.” you said to the other man, extending out your hand to take the bill from him before inserting it in the black cash box that was in front of you.

“S’ no worries ma’am,” the man simply says before waving you goodbye, and looking over to your dad to shake his hand. “Good seeing you as always Joel.” he says to him before walking off.

Your dad shakes his hand back before turning to face you. “You alright sweetheart? Seemed like you were actin’ a bit off just now.” he asked you with a concerned expression on his face.

You simply nod at him, genuinely trying to appear normal, and ignore the fact that Abby’s thick fingers were slowly pumping in and out of your cunt right now. If it weren’t for the loud atmosphere of the event, you’re almost certain that anyone could easily hear the squelching noises it made every time her fingers moved.

“Y-yeah, Dad, sorry…s’just a lot of people here this time.” you tell him nervously.

“Well, if ya need a break, I can try to cover for a bit if—“

“No!” you exclaimed, placing your hands in front of him to keep him from getting closer to you. “N-no, it’s okay, Dad,” you said to him in a quieter tone. “I’ll be alright, promise.”

Your dad opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a barking sound, which progressively gets louder by the second. The two of you looked around to see what it was, and you seriously couldn’t believe it.

It was Alice, Abby’s dog, and by the looks of it, she was approaching your table.

You slightly flinch a bit once Alice jumps up at your table, barking up at the two of you before quickly getting down and sniffing under the tablecloth.

Joel walks over to the front of the table where the dog is in an attempt to shoo her away. “What the hell are ya doing here?! Get on out of here! Go on, get!”

You’d expect Abby to at least try to help you get her dog out, given the vulnerable position you were in right now, but she doesn’t budge about it. Instead, she only quickens the pace of her fingers inside you and moves closer to you to latch her mouth onto your throbbing clit. You want to help your dad out, you really do, but all you could focus on was trying to be quiet and not let a single moan or whimper leave your lips.

As much as Joel was trying to get the dog away from the table, she still wouldn’t move, she knew that Abby was under there, as if she could have smelled her from miles away.

“Why the hell aren’t ya leavin’?” he says to himself as he continues to move her away. “What are you tryin’ to find there?”

Your dad starts to get closer to the table now, and you can just feel your heart racing. The closer he got to it the faster your heart kept beating. This could be it. Once your dad was about to see what was under the table, it was over for the both of you.

But to your luck, as Joel was about to lift up the tablecloth, Jerry was already making his way there to get ahold of his dog. Talk about perfect timing, right?

“There you are, Alice, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” he says, leaning forward to pick up her leash from the ground.

Your dad scoffs at him and crosses his arms in disbelief. “Try to get a hold of your mutt, Jerry. Damn dog near knocked down my daughter’s table.”

“Tough talk for someone who just lost two of his clients last week to my company,” Jerry replies, clutching Alice’s leash in his hand. “I’d spend less time worrying about me and more time trying to keep your clientele if I were you, Joel.”

As blissed out as you were feeling from Abby’s mouth and fingers right now, you could still visibly see the anger rushing through your father’s veins right now.

“Don’t act so innocent, Jerry, you know damn well that you offered my clients a better deal for them.” your dad replied before pausing for a moment. “You know, you shouldn’t have gone after them, because I just got a deal to work with the Mitchell family next week. Haven’t you been eyeing them for months now?”

The two of them bicker for what feels like ages. At this point, your brain is just tuning them out, still completely blissed on the movements of Abby’s tongue rolling up and down on your clit, her fingers sliding in and out of your cunt so smoothly while her other hand grips your inner thigh to keep them open. The pleasure she was giving you under that table right now is so intense that you could seriously care less about your surroundings right now. All you wanted at that moment more than anything was to cum undone into her mouth.

“You know what, Joel? I don’t have time for this right now,” he tells him before pausing to hesitate for a moment. “I’m trying to find my daughter, have either of you seen her around?”

Oh, you knew damn well where she was.

Your dad laughs and shakes his head. “Jesus, Jerry. Can’t find your kid either? Seems like you’ve got to put her on a leash too, don’t you think?”

However, the pleasure that Abby was giving you was so intense that you didn’t realize that her name had now slipped out of your mouth.

“Oh, my god, Abby…” you say to yourself before quickly gasping and covering your mouth. You’re finally snapped back into reality as you look up to see Joel and Jerry staring back at you.

“Do you know where she is?” Jerry asked, raising an eyebrow with concern.

“O-Oh um, yeah, I-I think I saw her a few rows down, I-If you can find her there…” you tell him, trying to compose yourself once again.

Jerry simply thanks you in response before walking off with Alice alongside him.

“About damn time he left,” your dad says, watching him walk off. “Can’t stand that man for the life of me.”

Joel’s phone starts to ring moments later, leading him to pull it out of his pocket to check who it is. “Shit, s’ one of my clients…” he says with a sigh before looking up at you. “You sure you’ll be alright by yourself, sweetheart?”

You open your mouth to say yes at first, but then take a moment to reconsider. “A-Actually, do you think you could watch the stand for a bit? I could use a break.”

Abby immediately pauses her movements upon hearing that, removing her mouth and fingers out of you. You try not to whine at the loss.

Your dad nods in response. “ ‘Course I can, just let me take this call real quick, yeah? I’ll be there in just a second.” he says before briefly walking off to take the phone call.

You wait until your dad is out of sight to lift up the tablecloth, seeing the blonde below you with a confused expression on her face. “Why the hell did you tell him that you were leaving?” she whispers to you.

“Because I’m not gonna be fucking sitting here being teased by your mouth all day.” you whisper back to her, trying to keep your voice down. “If you’re going to fuck me here, then you’re gonna do it right.” you pause for a moment to check if the coast was clear. “My dad’s still gone, hurry up and go to the bathroom before he sees you. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You watch the blonde roll her eyes before pulling the tablecloth down, quickly crawling out of the table and getting back up on her feet. She also checks to see if Joel is still gone before leaving your side and rushing off to the bathroom.

You take a quick moment to adjust your underwear and your dress underneath the table before slowly getting back up to your feet as well. Within minutes, Joel returns to your table and takes a seat down in the chair next to yours.

“Alright so, everything is set up and served for the customers, all you have to do is take the money they give you and put it in the cash box.” you tell him before turning around to leave, only to pause for a moment and looking back at him. “And don’t eat any of the pastries, alright?”

Your dad puts your hands up in defense. “Can’t make a promise ‘bout that, kiddo.”

You simply roll your eyes and playfully punch at his arm before pushing your chair in and leaving the table. Once your dad was out of sight, you began to walk a little faster, now rushing to get to the bathroom with Abby.

After roaming around the market for a bit, you successfully find the bathroom. You lean into the door for a moment and knock twice, hoping that you found the right one.

“It’s open,” Abby calls out from inside.

You twist the knob and open the door, just enough for you to squeeze yourself inside before closing it and turning the lock. You turn around to see Abby leaning against the vanity near the sink, arms crossed with that same stupid smirk on her face. “How’d you know it was me?” you ask her.

“Are you kidding me?” she says, taking her weight off of the vanity. “I can hear those boots of yours from miles away.”

You roll your eyes at her in response “You’re so unbelievable, you know that?” you tell her. “If my dad had lifted up that tablecloth, we would’ve been done for.”

The smirk on her face grows a little wider, and you can just visibly see it happening. “I was just trying to get a taste of something sweet, princess. That’s all I wanted.”

Her cockiness was seriously driving you over the edge right now. However, you still can’t help but get turned on by her when she acts like this.

Feeling that same sense of boldness come through you again, you take a step forward and grab her by the collar of her jacket, pulling her close to you. “Then how about you finish what you started?” you whisper out to her.

She leans in closer to you, both of your lips being just mere inches away from touching.

“Don’t mind if I do.” she whispers back to you.

You lean in to seal the gap, connecting your lips with hers in an intense kiss. Your hands remain tightly gripped on her jacket, while Abby’s hands run down your body, stopping at your hips. She then turns you around to where your back is now pressed against the marble counter.

Her lips pull away from yours for a moment to flip you around, now with your back facing her chest.

“What—What are you doing?” you ask her, trying to turn around to get a look at her.

��You said you wanted me to fuck you right, didn’t you?” she says, taking off her jacket and rolling up the long sleeves of the dark green shirt she had on. “Well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Abby grabs your hips and bends you over on the counter before lifting your dress up and pushing your panties to the side again, revealing your wet pussy to her. “Jesus, she looks even wetter than before.” she mutters to herself as she gently rubs her thumb on your slit, eliciting a whine from you in response.

Abby moves her hand to herself to unbuckle her tool belt, letting it fall to the ground. She then unzips her cargo pants, pulling out the thick strap she had tucked underneath her boxers before teasing the tip of it in between your puffy folds.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp out, your pussy already starting to clench around nothing. “You brought it, didn’t you?”

Abby lets out a scoff, looking back at you through the mirror. “Of course I did. Been dying to fill this sweet pussy up ever since I first came over to your place.”

You then feel her grab ahold of the strap with one hand and position it against your entrance before slowly pushing the tip in, quietly moaning to herself as she watches your pussy engulf the tip.

A whimper escapes from your mouth as she pushes a few more inches of her cock in you, now reaching halfway. “Oh god, Abby…I-I think it's too big—“

Her other hand grabs a hold of your neck, pulling you up towards her. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” she says into your ear. “Is my cock too big for you? Can you not take it like a big girl?”

“N-No— I mean yes, fuck! I-I can take it, Abs…”

“That’s what I thought.” she mutters back to you, setting you back down on the marble counter as she pushes the rest of her cock inside you without warning.

She keeps her strap nestled inside you for what feels like ages, waiting for your pussy to accommodate itself to the girth of her cock. She tries to move back a bit, but your cunt keeps resisting the toy, sucking it back in.

Abby grunts in frustration and slaps your ass, the sudden sting causing you to flinch a bit. “Quit doing that. I’m not gonna be able to fuck you right if you don’t relax that cunt already.”

“F-Fuck, Abby, m’trying to, please—“

“Jesus, must I do everything myself?” she replies, reaching around your waist to rub your throbbing clit, causing you to moan in pleasure at the stimulation. Abby leans back a bit as she continues rubbing your clit, watching as your pussy visibly relaxes around her cock, now giving her the freedom to move it in and out slowly.

“There we go, just like that now, atta girl…”

Abby begins to fuck you at a painfully slow pace at first, slow to the point where you were now pushing your hips back against her as an indication for her to go faster.

“Whoa there…desperate for more now, aren’t we princess?” she says, instantly speeding up her pace. “If you wanted me to go faster, you could have just asked.”

“I-I know b-but…f-feels too good…” you slur out to her, face pressed against the cold marble as the rest of your body moves up and down with her thrusts.

“Oh, who am I kidding? You’re so drunk on my cock that you can’t even form a coherent sentence right now. Fucking slut…”

Moments later, Abby was now fucking you relentlessly fast to the point where you had to grip the counter to steady yourself. You seriously felt like you could fall off, but honestly, you could also care less about it. You were so close to reaching your peak now, and as long as Abby didn’t stop, you’d be perfectly fine.

That is until…a knock on the door interrupts the both of you.

“Occupied!” Abby calls out from inside, not stopping her pace.

“Abby? Are you in there?”

“Dad?!”

You gasp at the sound of Jerry’s voice, and Abby shushes you and quickly covers your mouth, now slowing down her pace. You whine at the sudden lack of movement, now feeling your orgasm fade away.

“Abby, what’s going on? Someone told me they saw you walk in here. Are you okay?” her dad asks with some concern.

“Y-Yeah Dad, I’m fine, I just—“ Abby stammers out for a moment as she then turns on the sink with her other hand, trying to come up with an excuse on the spot. “S-Someone dropped a cupcake on me. I-I'm trying to wash it out.”

You giggle quietly behind Abby’s hand, only for her to shush you and grab your ass harshly with the other, causing you to wince at the slight pain.

“Alright honey, just come back when you’re done, okay?”

“Yeah, Dad, I’ll be out in a bit!”

Once the sound of Jerry’s footsteps is gone, Abby lets out a sigh of relief, turning off the sink before removing her hand from your mouth.

“Almost got me caught there, princess.” she says to you, now speeding up her thrusts again. “If you pull that again, I might not let you cum at all.”

“No, fuck—please Abby, I-I’m getting close…I need you to let me cum.” you whine out to her, tightening your grip on the marble counter.

“Oh yeah? Are you getting close there, baby?” she asks, to which you nod in response.

Without stopping her thrusts, Abby grabs you by the neck with one hand, lifting your upper body up in front of the mirror so you can see her as well as yourself. “Then I want you to watch yourself cum. Watch yourself cum on my cock like the needy slut you are.”

You try your best to move or look away, but Abby simply moves your face back to the mirror with her hand. “Don’t fucking do that again. Look away one more time and I’ll pull out.”

All you could do was whine and nod in response, keeping your gaze on the mirror. Your eyes then trail down to the bottom where Abby was fucking you. You could just see her cock sliding in and out of your pussy so easily, and just the sight of it alone is making you want to cum even more.

“Oh fuck, Abby—m-gonna…m’gonna cum!” you exclaim out to her, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of her strap keeps touching your g spot.

“G-go ahead, princess, cum on my cock like a good girl.” she grunts out, moving her hand to now cover your mouth.

Within seconds you cum undone onto the strap with a muffled moan, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as your cunt clenches and creams all over it. Your body quickly goes limp and static fills your brain as you try to catch your breath.

Abby then gently sets you back down on the counter before moving both of her hands down to your hips. She then slowly pulls her cock out of your pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of it.

Despite that your legs are trembling, you try to get up, but Abby keeps you down. “Wait, just give me a second…I still have one more thing left to do.” she tells you, and all you do is just nod in response, still feeling insanely drunk from your orgasm.

Abby quickly drops down to her knees and spreads your ass open, groaning at the sight of your fucked out pussy. Without hesitation, she dives into your pussy to lick you clean, taking in every single bit of your thick release into her mouth. Once she was finished, she got back up on her feet. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” she murmurs to herself, wiping her mouth with her thumb before sucking it clean, making sure she’s got every bit of you on her tongue.

Once you’ve recovered from your orgasm, Abby helps you off of the counter, fixing up your underwear and dress before turning you back around to face her. “Do you think you could uh, clean me up there?” she says before looking down and back up at you, indicating for you to clean up her strap.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you tell her with a smirk, getting down on your knees to suck onto her strap, tasting yourself in the process.

Abby lets out a groan as she watches you suck her strap clean. “Fuck, you look so good like this…” she mutters out to you, running a hand through your hair. “I should make you do that more often.”

You remove your mouth from her strap with a ‘pop’ sound and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before standing up to face her. “I wouldn’t mind doing that for you.” you reply to her, leaning in to give her a quick kiss as she tucks her strap back into her pants.

“So um, should you leave first or—“

“You should go first,” you tell her, cutting off her sentence. “You’ve been gone longer. Don’t wanna keep your dad waiting anymore now.”

Abby nods in agreement, reaching down to grab her tool belt and jacket before getting back up to kiss you goodbye. “I’ll see you around, sweet girl.” she tells you before unlocking the knob and opening the door to let herself out of the bathroom, now leaving you on your own.

You wait inside for a few minutes before shutting off the lights and leaving, quickly making your way back to your table. To your surprise, you return to see your dad standing with a slice of flan in his hands. “Dad…I told you not to eat any of the pastries!”

Your dad sets the plate down and holds up his in defense. “Alright, sweetheart, you got me there.” he says in defeat before reaching out his front pocket and pulling out a five-dollar bill. “Here’s my contribution then.” he says as he hands you the five-dollar bill.

“Okay okay,” you tell him as you grab the bill from his hands. “I’ve got it from here now, Dad, thanks.”

Once you settle back into your seat, you notice your phone buzzing on the table with a text. You pick up your phone and see that the message is from Abby.

“Abby: Wild Randy’s next Saturday?”

You smile to yourself upon reading the text before looking up at her from across the room, seeing her with that same smirk on her face once again. You look back down at your phone and type out your response.

“You: I’ll be there.”

Looks like you’ve got some plans next weekend after all.

- a/n: oh lord this one killed me to write omg. i hope y’all liked it though! let me know if i should do a part 4 (i might tbh)

merry christmas again everyone! wishing you all the best 🤍🎄

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holesandlividity · 10 months

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National Anthem: dbf joel x reader

Summary: The neighborhood 4th of July barbecue takes a turn when your dad's best friend can't keep his eyes and hands to himself

Warnings: SMUT!! piv, oral (fem receiving), age gap (reader is 23 and Joel is 38), drinking? (Not explicit and no one's drunk), Joels a tease and a flirt, I'm not sure if there's any more warnings

W.C: 3k words of pure filth

A/N: happy fourth to those who celebrate just a little something for the holidays really! I love this gif don't mention it plz

The summer heat beat down on you unforgivingly, your dress stuck to the back of your thighs from the sweat and you had wiped your brow more times than you could keep count of in the past five minutes alone. It was your family's turn to host the holiday barbecue and you and your father had put a lot of work into the food and decor, the food part more of your dad's doing. Your neighbors had just started filing in as you stuck the last miniature American flag into the dirt, and although all the faces looked familiar one stuck out more than the rest. Joel miller. He was the most attractive man you had ever met, strong, smart, and completely off limits. Joel miller, life long crush and unfortunately your dad's best friend. "Looks good sweetheart!" He yelled across the yard heading straight towards you with his arms outstretched for a hug.

He wrapped his arms around your waist while yours hung lamely across his back not sure where to place them. You wanted to wrap them around his neck and hold him but it felt too intimate especially with half of your neighbors flooding the space. When he released you you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding in, he made you feel breathless. "Where's your dad at?" You looked around the yard scanning for your dad finally spotting him huddled over the grill, mumbling to himself as he messed with the knobs. "Probably ruining the grill over there." You pointed in his direction and Joel barked out a laugh. He was always so loud. "He looks busy don't he?" You nodded your head in agreement. "Do you want to go say hi?" You offered to Joel trying to escape the awkward catching up that would ensue if you stood there any longer with him. "Nah don't wanna bother him. Plus you seem like you could use some company."

"Me? Oh no I'm perfectly content with putting up the decorations." He looked at your little set up as you toed at some dirt with your foot. "They look put up to me darlin'. Unless you want some help "putting up decorations."" He put air quotes on his last sentence proving to you that he knew you were lying. "There's more inside if you really want to help."

"Is there now?" He gave you a knowing look and you shyly nodded your head before turning to head inside.

You let out a deep sigh when the back door slid closed behind the both of you. "I take it you're not the party person?" "Not in the slightest." You laughed at yourself quietly before reaching into the fridge and grabbing two bottles of beer. "Those don't look like decorations to me." He nodded his head towards your now full hands and you could feel your palms get sweaty. "There's no decorations Joel." "I know sweetheart. Come sit." He patted the seat next to him with his hand. God his hands… they were so large your head started to swim with thought of what he could do with them. They were strong and veiny and slightly callused from his work, you wondered what they would feel like on your skin. On your bare skin.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by him quietly calling you back to reality. "Sorry I got lost in my head for a second." "Yeah? What're you thinking about?" You couldn't tell him. You knew what he would do if you confessed. "I'm your dad's best friend, you know that right? And you're just some kid." He'd laugh right in your face before leaving to tell your dad all your sinful thoughts. "Just overwhelmed with the party. Thinking about everyone here really." No you weren't. You were only thinking about one person out of the entire guest list your dad had invited.

You finally took a seat beside him and slid him his beer, the music from outside bled through the crack in the back door and helped to ease your nerves, it gave you something else to focus on other than Joel's gaze that seemed to insist on watching your every move. " 'S a pretty dress you got on sweetheart. Looks' real good on you." Your face heated up as you muttered a small "thanks" in response. You took a big swig of your beer before slamming the bottle down on the counter, startling Joel. "We should go see my dad now." "You sure? He seemed pretty busy last time we checked right?" God he just had to make things harder than they already were didn't he? "He's a capable man I'm sure he's figured out the grill by now. We should-" he cut you off by placing a hand on your thigh where your dress had slightly lifted from you sitting down and began playing with the hem. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your face while all you could do was stare at his hand. "Joel…" "What's wrong sweetheart?" You threw back the rest of your beer before standing abruptly. "Let's go see my dad. Please?"

You were out the door without even checking if he was following behind you and made a beeline towards your dad. "Hey honey! Have you said hi to everyone yet?" "I said hi to a few, yeah." One. You said hi to a single person. "Have you seen Joel anywhere around here? He said he would be here by now." You hoped the redness that spread through your face just looked like the sun getting the better of you and not the mention of his best friend doing that to you. "I saw him not too long ago, though I saw him head inside. Probably just grabbing a beer if I had to guess." "Speak of the devil! Joel over here!" Your dad waved Joel over, the same Joel who just had his hands on your thigh, the same Joel you were supposed to want no part of. The same Joel you craved so badly you could feel it in your bones. You put on your best award winning smile and waved towards him. He raised his hand in a wave and tipped his beer towards the two of you before making his way over. "Hey man, long time no see." He clapped your dad on the back before they embraced in a hug. You looked to the side awkwardly and kicked at more dirt with the toe of your sandals. "Honey, would you go grab me a beer please?" "I can go with her, I could use another refill honestly." Your eyes widened at Joel but you nodded your head nonetheless.

You hurried off to the kitchen a lot faster than you intended but you couldn't bear to be any closer to Joel than you already were. You opened up the freezer and let the cool from the ice wash over your face helping not only the heat from summer but the effects of Joel as well. Just looking at him filled your face with an uncomfortable warmth. "What're you doing?" Joel chucked behind you, causing you to hit your head against the freezer door. "Fuck! Sorry. Jesus Christ, sorry I was just trying to cool off." You held the side of your head in your palm wincing slightly at the pain. "Fuck sweetheart are you alright?" He turned you to face him and placed his hand on the opposite side of your face giving you a once over. Once he deemed you fine he looked into your eyes and you felt your heart stop for a second. "What do you want Joel?" You knew what he wanted but you needed to hear him say it. You needed this to be real and not just some twisted part of your imagination. "You. I want you." Your breath caught in your throat as his hands fell to your waist instead. "What about my dad? The whole neighborhood is here we can't just-" he cut your rambling off by pressing his lips to yours, gently at first but slowly heating up. "We have to get my dad his beer." You mumbled against his lips. "You are gonna go up to your room, and I'll bring your dad his stupid fuckin' beer. Got that?" You nodded your head and turned to leave when he called your name once again. He pressed another kiss to your lips. This one was soft and sweet, a little parting gift for the time being.

You were stood in your bathroom just staring at yourself when you heard a soft knock on the door. "Sweetheart? You in there?" "Yeah." You called out and heard the door knob start to turn. "Hey sweetness, what're you doing in here?" Joel closed the door behind him, enclosing the both of you in the small space. "I don't- what about my dad?" "Hey look at me." He held your face in his hands and looked into your eyes. "We don't have to do anything at all darlin'. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anything that happens." "I just don't want this to change anything Joel." Your voice was barely a whisper as you started to melt into his touch. God you wanted this, wanted him so badly. You would definitely have to ask for forgiveness later. "It won't. I won't let it okay?" You nodded your head. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Joel brought his lips to yours in a kiss and opened the bathroom door while leading you further into your room. His lips never left yours even as the back of your thighs hot your mattress. He placed a hand on your back and gently lowered you down onto your bed and following your body's every move. "Meant what I said earlier sweetheart 's a real pretty dress. Kind of sad I gotta take it off ya." His hands moved down to your thighs and slowly began to lift the hem of your already short dress. You whined at the feeling of his hands getting closer to where you needed him the most. "Patience baby I'll get there yeah? Be good and quiet for me sweet girl." It was borderline pathetic how needy you were for him to do something, anything. But you were willing to be good for him if it meant he would just hurry up. His kisses began to move down your body starting at your neck and down, down, down, until he was eye level with your pantyline. You knew there would be a wet spot if he just looked a little low- "all this for me? I get you all wet just barely teasing you?" "Y-yes Joel. All for you, everything's for you." He smirked up at you. "Everything?" You nodded your head dumbly. "What about this? This for me?" He brought his index finger towards the wet spot on your panties and ran it through the mess you had made. You couldn't hold back the moan that bubbled to the surface from just having his slightest touch on you. "Joel please." "Please what baby? Use your words." "Fuck- just. God just touch me please." "I am touching you honey." You felt tears begin to well in your eyes, he was being so mean to you. You just wanted him to- a gasp echoed through your room when you felt him pull down your underwear in one swift movement and suddenly he was everywhere. His hand was running through your slick before he slowly began to push in his middle finger. "This belongs to me too? This pretty pussy is all mine, sweet girl?" You could barely register his words as he slowly worked you open with a single finger. "Another one please Joel. I can't- fuck! I can't take anymore teasing. I need you inside." "I wanna taste you first baby, gonna take my time with you, get you real nice and open before I let you sit all pretty on my cock." You could feel yourself go limp at his words and sense of control you had leaving your body leaving your bones to feel like jello. "Just look at you, already dumb and I haven't even done anything yet." With that he ran his tongue through your folds, gently at first making sure you could feel every little movement he made. "Taste so good baby- fuck, could eat you like this forever." His mouth worked over your heat before taking your clit between his lips and sucking gently. "Joel!" You moaned out his name and your hands flew to his hair to hold him in place before grinding your hips into him. "Just like that baby, use my face." You moved your hips faster against his face as he ate you out. "Joel I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as his nose caught against your clit and he slowly removed his face from you before making his way back up.

You could taste yourself on his lips and you never wanted it to end, it felt so good being with him like this. "Are ya still with me?" He brushed a piece of hair off your forehead and behind your ear and you nodded your head. "Words baby I gotta hear you." "Yeah." You panted. "I'm still here Joel." "Good. Have you ever done this before?" You nodded your head slowly. "Words." He tapped your cheek with his hand helping ground you back to reality. "Fuck- Jesus yes I've… I've had sex before Joel." "He as good as I am?" He began to push himself into you, slowly making sure you had time to adjust. You felt your whole body tense up at the intrusion. "Relax sweetheart. I can't- fuck you're so tight. I can't go any further if you don't relax." You began to release all the tension in your body and just let Joel move inside you, molding your body to fit his. He bottomed out inside you and you released your breath with a moan. "Joel move. Please just fucking move already." He tsked at you before doing exactly what you asked for. He wasn't as gentle as before instead moving inside of you at a steady harder pace than he had used all night. "You feel so good darlin'. You were fuckin' made for my cock." You could barely think with him inside you, yet alone speak the only sounds you could make were pathetic moans and cries of his name. You were drunk on him. " I thought I asked you a question earlier. Not nice to ignore me baby." "Wh-what question?" "Was he as good. As. Me?" He accentuated the last few words with a harder thrust until he was just sat inside you. "I'm not moving til you give me an answer." Your words came out as babbled nonsense you couldn't form a sentence when he felt so good. "N-no! No he wasn't Joel! Not even close." "Good girl. That's a good girl right there." He began to move again and you could feel the coil in your lower belly begin to wind itself tight. It grew tighter with each thrust all you needed was that one little push over the edge. You began to move your hand towards your clit before Joel slapped your hand away. "Don't you fuckin' dare. You sit there and look pretty, got it?" You nodded your head and moved your hands to scratch at his back instead, you could practically feel the red marks you were leaving behind. "I'm not- not gonna last much longer baby. I want you to cum with me." His movement grew sloppier and less precise and finally he let his hands move to your aching clit. He rubbed expertly and you felt the coil snap and white hot bliss overtook your entire being. You clamped your eyes shut and felt every part of you clench before releasing and it felt like heaven. "There you go sweet girl. Cum on my cock. Let me have it." He continued to touch you through your orgasm and you couldn't help the sounds spilling out from your lips. "Fuck Joel! Please cum- ohmygod please!" You felt tears spill over as everything began to feel too intense, his hands, his voice, his everything, was too much. "Where do you want it baby. Tell me where you want it." "Inside. I'm-I'm on birth control, please- just cum inside I want to feel you." He dropped his head to your neck and softly bit down as he groaned and spilled inside you. You could cum again just from the feeling alone.

You say like that for a moment just taking each other in as you came down from your respective highs until finally he had to pull out. You whined at the loss but he pressed a kiss to your lips and it was quick to soothe the empty feeling you felt. "You did so good for me sweet girl. Took me so well." After a few seconds of kissing he completely removed himself from you and began pulling his clothes back on before making his way back over to you. He moved some hair out of your face before placing a kiss on your forehead and running his thumbs underneath your eyes to collect the wetness that had fallen earlier. "I told your dad you weren't feeling well and that I would sit with you until you fell asleep." "Will you? Lay with me until I fall asleep?" "I can't honey, we've been up here so long already." You nodded your head in sad understanding. "How about ten minutes? Think you can fall asleep in ten minutes?" He threw you a sleep shirt and a new pair of underwear before climbing in bed with you and pulling you against his chest. Between the sound of his heartbeat and the comfortable weight of his arm around you, you were asleep within the first five.

#joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #joel tlou #tlou series #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller fluff #joel x reader #joel miller smut #dbf!joel

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linilunilumi · 1 month

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in defence of Noah Temel* (Folge 1053 - 1055)

*weil Colin nicht verteidigt werden muss; er macht keine Fehler und wir alle lieben ihn <3

Eine Bemerkung vorab: Ich gehe in dieser Argumentation davon aus, dass Noah sich seiner Gefühle für Colin bewusst ist und weiß, dass diese Gefühle über Freundschaft hinaus gehen. Andere Interpretationen der Situation (z.B. diese) finde ich jedoch auch sehr interessant und plausibel, und zum Großteil würde meine folgende Analyse von Noahs Verhalten ebenso auf diese anderen Möglichkeiten zutreffen; man müsste nur die Begründungen demnach anpassen.

Ansonsten lest euch bitte auch alle die Analyse zu Noahs Charakter und Verhalten von June durch, falls ihr es noch nicht getan habt! Sie hat das ganze wirklich toll zusammengefasst und ich möchte nichts von dem widersprechen; eher noch ein paar Gedanken ergänzen.

Recap:

„Ich kann das alles nicht. Befreundet sein. Weißt du, der Kuss hat mir echt was bedeutet. Ich hab‘ sowas noch nie für irgendjemanden gefühlt. Und ich will nicht so tun, als wäre da nichts. Ich wollt‘ nur, dass du das weißt.“

[Abgang Colin]

So verlassen wir Noah und Colin am Ende von Staffel 26.

Wir, als Zuschauer:innen, wissen zu diesem Zeitpunkt also:

Colin ist in Noah verliebt, er ist sich seiner Gefühle bewusst und hat Noah seine Gefühle gestanden.

Noah ist in Colin verliebt, er ist sich seiner Gefühle (wahrscheinlich) bewusst, aber möchte diesen aus persönlichen Erfahrungen und Ängsten nicht nachgehen und lehnt Colin deshalb ab.

Colin glaubt aber, dass Noah auch etwas fühlen muss und kann deshalb nicht nur mit ihm befreundet sein.

Hier könnte die Geschichte zu Ende sein, denn…

… das Problem zwischen Colin und Noah ist offensichtlich nicht, wer in wen verliebt ist oder wer es nicht ist. … das Problem ist genauso wenig, ob sie sich selbst und dem anderen gegenüber die Gefühle (ein-)gestehen können. (Denn auch wenn Noah es bisher nie direkt ausgesprochen hat, so schwingt in mehreren seiner Aussagen bereits ein unterliegendes Geständnis mit und Colin ist sich sicher, dass Noah auch etwas für ihn empfindet).

Wir haben also zwei Personen, die ineinander verliebt sind und voneinander wissen, dass sie ineinander verliebt sind.

Die Grundlage des Problems ist, dass Noah und Colin zu diesem Zeitpunkt unterschiedliche Dinge in ihrem Leben und somit in der anderen Person suchen. Colin sucht Liebe, während Noah den Halt und die Unterstützung eines guten Freundes braucht; Gefühle hin oder her.

Es besteht also eine Art Interessenkonflikt (und so sehr wir Noah und Colin natürlich zusammen sehen wollen und hoffen, dass Noah seinen Schatten irgendwann überspringen kann), beide haben zurecht ihre Grenzen gesetzt und müssten damit leben können

- tun sie aber nicht.

Staffel 27:

Zu dem gerade angesprochenen Interessenkonflikt aus Staffel 26 kommt mit Beginn des neuen Schuljahres ein neuer Konflikt hinzu:

Wie kommunizieren Colin und Noah? Und vor allem: Wie interpretieren die beiden die Worte des anderen?

Wir erfahren in der Trust-Challenge, dass Noah Colin die gesamten Ferien über ghosted und dass Colin enttäuscht darüber ist.

Noah verbringt währenddessen die Ferien zuerst bei seiner Mutter, dann bei seinem Vater und hat dort eine „kack“ Zeit; genug Probleme also, mit denen er sich rumschlagen muss. Wahrscheinlich würde er Colin sogar gerne zur Ablenkung schreiben, aber: Er hält sich an Colins „Bedingung“. Sie können nicht einfach befreundet sein und da Noah ihm nicht das geben kann, was Colin möchte, zieht er sich zurück und lässt Colin in Ruhe.

Das neue Schuljahr beginnt und Colin ist als Erster zurück im gemeinsamen Zimmer. Mit Joel spricht er über die Situation und seine Gefühle. Wir erfahren hier:

„Ich werd‘ drum kämpfen. Das is‘ es mir wert.“

Colin ändert also seine Einstellung zu der Situation (kein Abstand mehr, sondern darum kämpfen) – setzt allerdings Noah nicht darüber in Kenntnis.

Als dieser - in dem Glauben, dass Colin nicht mit ihm befreundet sein möchte/kann - das gemeinsame Zimmer betritt, ist Colin die Person, die aufsteht und auf Noah zugeht, um ihn freundlich zu begrüßen.

Auf Noah wirkt das wie ein Friedensangebot, ein olive branch. Was letztes Jahr passiert ist, ist abgehakt. Zwischen uns ist alles gut.

Ehrlich froh, von seinen Eltern weg zu sein und wieder mit seinen Freunden vereint zu sein, schmeißt Noah sich auf sein Bett: „Wisst ihr was? Ich bin echt froh, wieder hier zu sein.“

Das nächste Gespräch geht somit von Noah aus. Er geht auf Colin zu und fragt, ob sie was unternehmen wollen; für einen Film brainstormen (Film drehen = vertraut und neutral = sicheres Thema). Man sieht deutlich, dass Noah nervös ist in der Unterhaltung und versucht Colins Reaktion zu interpretieren. Als Colin dem Treffen zustimmt, fragt Noah sicherheitshalber noch einmal nach: „Wirklich?“ Ist es wirklich okay, dass wir wieder Zeit miteinander verbringen? Als Freunde?

In Colins Antwort sieht er schließlich die Bestätigung darin, dass sie mit dem Thema Liebe abgehakt haben (wenn auch nicht zwangsläufig mit den Gefühlen selbst. Denn Noah weiß natürlich, wie er immer noch für Colin fühlt, aber sie sind sich einig, dass sie die Gefühle ruhen lassen und ihre Freundschaft das Wichtigste ist – denkt Noah.)

Colin hingegen interpretiert das Gespräch natürlich ganz anders. Er sieht in Noahs Verhalten Annäherungsversuche und wird in dessen Blicken natürlich auch bestätigt.

Somit kommen wir schließlich bei der Situation in Folge 1055 an: Colin versteht nicht, wie Noah ihm so verliebte Blicke zuwerfen und gleichzeitig so tun kann, als wäre nie was zwischen ihnen gewesen. Noah hingegen ist ehrlich überrascht, als Colin das Thema wieder anspricht.

„Ich hab‘ gedacht, wir haben das abgehakt!“

Er sagt es nicht aus Provokation oder Ablenkung, in seinen Augen hatten sie das Thema eben tatsächlich abgehakt.

Es kommt zum Streit.

Mit „Hab‘ ich dich darum gebeten, oder was?! Geh doch! Machst eh alles kaputt mit deinem Gefühlsscheiß! Ja genau, verpiss dich!“ schlägt Noah am Ende über die Stränge. Er fühlt sich eingeengt und aus Schutz teilt er lieber aus und verletzt Colin dabei aktiv.

Zuvor jedoch? Kann man keinem der beiden Schuld geben. Oder beiden zusammen. Beide haben nichts „falsch“ gemacht, beide wollten die andere Person nicht verletzen – tun es aber, weil sie nicht das für die andere Person sein können, was diese gerade braucht.

Noah hat dabei vielleicht in Kauf genommen, Colin falsche Hoffnungen zu machen. Colin hat dabei vielleicht in Kauf genommen, Noahs Ablehnung zu ignorieren. Beide tun dies nicht böswillig, sondern weil sie alles aus ihrer eigenen Perspektive interpretieren/beurteilen – und auch für den anderen mitdenken.

Sie interpretieren ihre Gespräche grundsätzlich verschieden. Beide legen die Worte des jeweils anderen so aus, dass sie zu ihrer eigenen Welt-(Wunsch-)Vorstellung passen. Es wird zwar das gleiche gesagt, aber sie ziehen unterschiedliche Schlussfolgerungen daraus (Noah deutet Colins Annäherungen als freundschaftliches Friedensangebot, Colin deutet Noahs Annäherungen als romantische Geste). Die beiden reden letztendlich aneinander vorbei und deshalb musste es in Folge 1055 auch zum Streit kommen.

Ein Streit mit eigentlich dem gleichen Ergebnis von Staffel 26: Noah kann sich nicht auf die Liebe einlassen, Colin kann nicht nur mit Noah befreundet sein. Dieses Mal zieht Colin jedoch die echten Konsequenzen daraus, und verlässt das Einstein.

Fazit:

Natürlich sind wir sauer auf Noah, weil Colin wegen ihm immer und immer wieder verletzt wird. Und natürlich könnte man sagen, dass es naiv von Noah ist, zu glauben, dass sie das mit der Liebe einfach so abhaken konnten. Aber letztendlich ist es nur

a) Folge seiner negativen Erfahrungen durch die Beziehung seiner Eltern (wie wir schon längst wissen)

b) Folge Noahs und Colins misslungener Kommunikation in Staffel 27 - und zwar von beiden Seiten aus. Beide sehen das, was sie sehen wollen (und mit ihren Lebenserfahrungen sehen können) und schaffen es nicht, sich vollständig in die andere Person hineinzuversetzen (they are 15, give them a break).

Aber das muss nicht so bleiben!

Colin hat nichts falsch gemacht und ist dementsprechend aus gutem Recht jetzt nach Köln gegangen, um Abstand zwischen sich und Noah zu bringen.

Noah hat (fast) genauso wenig falsch gemacht, muss/kann jetzt aber daran arbeiten, seine Ängste zu überwinden und Colin schließlich beweisen, dass er es ernst meint und bereit ist, für ihre Liebe zu kämpfen.

Und dann gibt es unser lang ersehntes Nolin Happy End, yay!

#schloss einstein #in defence of noah temel #bevor er heute abend wieder neue scheiße bauen kann lol #forever noah hater and noah defender at heart #noah und colin brauchen einfach eine feste umarmung #und ich dann auch bitte?#sorry für den rant aber es hat mich einfach nicht losgelassen

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Mit Hilfe des Se Discord Channels habe ich eine Liste erstellt, welche top lieblingartists, die se Charaktere hätten, also hier ist es ‼️ (Es ist nur eine Meinung, also nimmt es nicht zu ernst)

Julia ist definitiv ein swiftie. Außerdem hört sie billie eilish und girl in red.

Tahmina hört so Die Ärzte, Red hot chilli peppers und die Spice Girls.

Simon hört definitiv diesen mainstream rap. Er mag kanye West, drake und kendrick. Der beef zwischen drake und kendrick ist für ihn das krasseste, was jemals passiert ist.

Definitiv Beyoncé, Madonna und Adele!

Noah hört Orville Peck, Hozier und Bring me the Horizon.

Seit den letzten Tagen läuft "espresso" von Sabrina carpenter bei nesrin in dauerschleife. Außerdem hört sie Aurora und Avril Lavigne. Manchmal schleicht sich auch ayesha erotica ein, aber nur manchmal!

Was soll ich sagen, mikka liebt die Songs, die minecraft im Spiel drinne hat.

Irgendwo muss Maxi ja ihre Wut auslassen und wo sonst, wenn nicht zu korn oder linkin Park? Wenn sie ausnahmsweise mal gut gelaunt ist, hört sie Lena Meyer-Landrut.

Nura, Nina Chuba, Juju und Sxtn.

Marlon's Musikgeschmack ist sehr vielfältig! Mal hört er joji, mal hört er falco, aber Taylor swift geht bei ihm immer. (Er liebt folklore)

Leon liebt Lady gaga, conan gray und panic at the disco.

Karl hört so diese typische Radio Musik wie Mark foster, Nico santos und Álvaro Soler.

Es wurde von seinen Schauspieler höchstpersönlich confirmed, dass Joshua viele Musik nicht mag, dafür aber Podcast und Hörbücher! Ich sehe ihn aber trotztem bei David Bowie, Marina and the Diamonds und Imagine Dragons.

Joel hört sehr oft "Lotusblume", da dass der lieblingssong seiner Oma ist. Außerdem kann ich ihn mir sehr gut bei Kate Bush vorstellen.

Elly ist nicht sehr originell. Taylor Swift, Ayliva und Harry Styles sind jedenfalls auf jeden ihrer playlists zufinden.

Chiara hört gerne, genauso wie nesrin, Aurora. Außerdem hört sie Anime Intros und Kyary Pamyu Pamyu.

Ava hört gerne, wer hätte es gedacht, Girl in red. Eine weitere Sache, die sie mit Julia teilt! Dazu kommen noch Louis Tomlinson und Luna.

Annika is just a girl ‼️ Sie hört Taylor swift, Olivia rodrigo und lana del rey.

Julia hat colin zu einen swiftie gemacht, er würde das aber niemals zugeben! Was er zugibt, ist, dass er hozier und Stephen Sanchez hört.

#schloss einstein

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 11 months

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A Fish Out of Water ║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| A FISH OUT OF WATER | part of the A Weight Off Your Shoulders collection ║ main masterlist ║ series masterlist ║ | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x plus sized!fem!neighbor

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 4.1k | CONTENT: age gap (Joel mid 40s, neighbor late 20s), negative body image, negative self-talk, the torment of dressing rooms and trying on clothes, trying to get some healing accomplished and learn to love your body, Joel is a nasty lil slut who kneels at the altar of plus sized!fem!neighbor’s pussy

| SYNOPSIS: Joel invites you over for a swim, and your plain onepiece swimsuit isn’t gonna cut it anymore. One new swimsuit later, and things get real wet. Spoiler: Splish splash bitch we gon’ smash.

✧this is the second installment of a oneshot collection but can be read as a standalone✧

✧◦◦║ Part 1 ║ Part 3 ║ Part 4 ║ Part 5 ║ Part 6 ║◦◦✧

When Joel invited you to go swimming, you considered claiming you had horrible stomach cramps and couldn’t make it. Instead, you did your best impression of a mature adult and accepted his offer. You wouldn’t have to see yourself in swimwear if you just didn’t look down, and you could ogle a shirtless Joel. All in all, there were worse things to endure.

You reluctantly unpack the single piece of swimwear you owned: a dowdy black onepiece. Black was the most slimming color, right? It wasn’t doing a whole lot for you on that front, but it was a better option than the usual old lady floral prints that plagued the onepiece section.

You liked to think of your suit as observing Victorian mourning etiquette: veiled in an abundance of black fabric, publically grieving a body that would never be the right type or shape for anything other than full coverage swimwear.

The smack of your flip flops against his concrete patio came to a halt when you saw him. There was your fine as fuck DILF situationship leaning over the edge of the above ground pool he’d got up and running once the idea of having you over for a swim had popped into his head.

You had anticipated “Dad Swimming Trunks”, the kind that had cargo pockets galore for no fucking reason and stopped at the upper calf. You’d assumed this just based on his age, but you should have known better. This man was always surprising you in the best of ways, and he was certainly not your average middle-aged man.

You drink in the sight of his quads where the hem of his trunks sit. It was a heaven-sent style that gifted you with more of his body to gawk at. God bless whoever convinced him to get those, although you know would be thirsting over him just the same if he had been wearing the official “Dad Swimming Trunks.”

He smiled and waved when he saw you, and he shifted right into his usual stance: hands resting on his hips with one slutty little knee popped out to the side. God fucking dammit. Was it too late to claim gastrointestinal distress? Joel whistled approvingly at your funeral shroud of a bathing suit, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and giggle. What this man saw in you, you couldn’t say.

When you complimented his trendy trunks, this motherfucker had the nerve to act shy about it. His daughter had teased him about his “old man swimsuit” apparently and harassed him until he got something “cooler.” Ah, so you weren’t completely off base when you assumed he’d had the Dad Swim Uniform.

Bless his little menace bully of a daughter you laugh to yourself. Your amusement fades when you consider that you are the only one in geriatric themed swimwear. You ignore the negative voice in your head and focus on the curves and dips of Joel’s body.

The two of you swam and relaxed in the pool for a couple of hours. It actually felt nice to be buoyed by the water a little bit as you wrapped your legs around Joel’s waist and made out, or when he grabbed you from behind and let you float back and forth with his swaying as you rested your head on his shoulder. It felt nice to pretend for a little bit that you were lighter than you actually were.

You hate how you still feel timid about yourself around Joel when he has only ever made you feel amazing - emotionally and physically. If anyone had earned you letting down your walls of insecurities, it was Joel. He always managed to reframe any negative thing you had to say or think about yourself.

Getting out of breath while you rode him? “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Workin’ this cock so good you can’t even breathe. Gonna fuck all the air right outta you, sweetheart.”

Frowning at the bold colored BMI number on your check-up report? “BMI is horseshit. Don’t mean anything. Thought that you’d know that, bein’ an expert at numbers and all.”

Trying to talk him out of getting ice cream because you couldn’t “afford the extra calories”? “Got you a swirly cone so you can pretend its my cock and show me how you wanna lick it before I fuck your brains out later.”

Not wanting to sit in his lap for movie night because you were going to smush him? “If you don’t come park that ass on my lap right this second, I’m not gonna pretend to like the romcom you picked.”

Not wanting to sit on his face because you would suffocate him? “Goddamn, wouldn’t that be a glorious way to go. Promise me you’ll put it in my obituary. Add somethin’, too, about ‘died doing what he loved.’”

Joel was in a league of his own in terms of how he approached your body and your thoughts about it. You’d never had such a neutral yet admiring partner. He never fetishized your figure like some guys had done in the past. “Chubby chasers” as they were known. The term was crude and minimizing of said “chubby’s” personhood, but it was unfortunately a fitting vibe for how most guys treated you and anybody over a size 12.

Joel never tried to claim that you weren’t fat. Fat was just something you had on your body; it wasn’t your primary descriptor, and it didn’t define you. “Come on, baby, you’re not fat!” was something you had heard so many times from hookups and boyfriends. But why was that such a bad thing anyway? Couldn’t you just be fat and it not be such a horrible thing? To just exist in your own body? It was a bit hypocritical to ask of them, of course, when you were your own number one slanderer.

Joel just saw your body as, well, your body. It wasn’t some complicated thing that needed to be navigated tactfully to avoid upset. It was just one facet of you, and he liked your body because it was a part of you. He so often paid positive attention to your body because he wanted to. It wasn’t some show of affection to help boost your confidence, although it certainly helped. He liked it just as he liked your sense of humor, your financial smarts, your taste in restaurants, your little quirks…

It also didn’t hurt that he was an absolutely voracious lover, and a vocal one at that. He had some incredibly creative dirty talk that flooded your basement fast. This man could not get enough of you. New positions, new places, new everything. It was like he wanted to experience you in every combination possible, and you never turned him down.

And then that soft, tender side of him that was equally transfixing. The way he always pulled you closer to cuddle. The way he nuzzled kisses along your neck when he’d stop behind you for a moment while you were washing dishes at the sink. The way his large hands would trace mindless patterns against the inside of your thigh when you were sitting watching TV together.

The two of you weren’t officially an item, but the “we sure do a lot of relationship things for two people who aren’t in a relationship” list was growing every week. You had a feeling that Joel was more than ready to head down that path, but you still had reservations about getting into anything serious after your last bad breakup. You’d been in a long-term relationship that was about to take a turn into wedding bells and honeymoons but instead took a sharp left into “I’m throwing this years long relationship down the drain because I want to fuck somebody younger, skinnier, and better than you.”

As much as you’d love to say that you had moved on and healed from the pain that your ex-fiance Michael’s cheating had brought you, it would have been a lie. It had swallowed you up and spit you out squarely into “I’m never going to be good enough for anyone” territory. Though Joel had never given any indication that he was interested in anything but you, the fear of rejection and abandonment still loomed.

But Joel had a curious knack of worming his way into your heart and sprinkling little bits of confidence there. That’s why when you were meandering through a big chain retailer, you took a quick peek at the swimsuits they had on display. The full coverage styles that you always went for were all the way to the back, where big girls could run and hide as they shopped with shame.

A bright pink something catches your eye as you lazily scan the offerings. You can’t make out the style very well over the display rack in the middle of the section, so you venture around it to get a better look. It was absolutely adorable. Hot pink with little embroidered daisies. Your face falls, though, when you realize you are looking at a two piece with very stringy closures.

You bet Joel would like it …. If he were here with you right now, he would all but demand you at least try it on before deciding you hated it. You sigh and grab the one furthest back before heading to the dressing rooms.

God did you hate dressing rooms. There probably wasn’t another setting that had given you so many Vietnam style flashbacks than dressing rooms. Sometimes these assholes would even put in 3 slanted mirrors side by side so you had no choice but to observe yourself from more angles. Bunch of sick, twisted bastards.

You face away from the mirrors while you tie the strings around your hips and back. If you saw yourself getting into this thing, there’s no way you’d even finish putting it on all the way before you gave up. You spin with your eyes closed, facing the mirrors and counting backwards from 5 to work up the nerve to open your eyes.

Well, Joel would definitely like it, so at least there was that. The first thing your eyes flew to was your pudgy lower belly sticking out from the sides of the bottom. It butted right up to your round, jiggly, cellulite-speckled thighs. Adjusting the straps on your hips didn’t do much to magically shrink your bulgy bits, but it sort of looked like a sexy, teasing gesture when you did it.

You stand there with fidgety hands on your hips and scrutinize your reflection. You were so used to seeing yourself all covered up that this completely normal bikini made you feel like you were sporting two bandaids and a cork. A public indecency call would definitely be made to the police if you ever stepped out in this thing.

You sigh and tilt your head to the side as if it’s going to give you a more positive vantage point. The daisies looked so perfect against the pink. It was such an adorable swimsuit. You twist your hips side to side in a small swivel motion and take in the way the little neon pink strings dance across your skin, like they’re begging to be pulled until they come apart and make the bottoms fall to the floor.

It was kind of cute. You try out that little pulling on the strings on your hips motion before letting them softly snap back against your skin. The way the strings grazed your hips was kind of nice. And maybe your tits actually sort of maybe looked good???

The trickling semi-positive thoughts were unexpected but welcome. Joel must be reworking your brain or something, rewiring it to be nicer. Like his reverence of you was being absorbed osmotically and making itself at home in your mind, internalizing and mimicking his adoration but in your own words and thoughts. You had your underwear on still to try on the bottoms, and it seemed like it would be enough of a buffer to brave taking a look at your ass in this thing. You turn and crane your head over your shoulder to see the back and immediately wish you hadn’t.

“UGH gross! You could eat a whole bowl of Cheerios out of those dimples on your ass!”

There was that inner voice of yours. No more trickle of nice, Joel-style thoughts. Now just a deluge of your well honed self-criticism.

You flip the tag in your hand and look over the print. It’s on sale. Before you can think about it too much and change your mind, you shimmy out of the suit and take it to the register.

Another scorching afternoon rolls around, and you work up the nerve to suggest some pooltime to help cool off..

“Hhmmm, how ‘bout we make it a skinny dip kinda thing?” Joel waggled his eyebrows up and down theatrically, but you know he is being dead serious.

“Skinny dip for you, maybe. More like a ‘chunky dunk’ for me,” you grumble. You are already letting the voice in your head get the better of your barely-there confidence.

Never missing a beat and always managing to reframe your disparaging commentary, Joel piped up, “Yeah I got a chunk that’s gettin’ chunkier thinkin’ about us naked in the pool, and I think I know just where I’d like to dunk–”

“Shutup and get changed, pervert,” you giggle as you stand from the patio chair. He joins in a chuckle and gives your ass a little slap before sauntering down your steps and over to his house.

“See ya in 5, sweetheart. Offer for skinny dipping is still on the table.”

You stifle another laugh and shake your head. God he was so goofy and adorable sometimes. You hope that his filthy, sexy side will be the one to emerge when you debut your new bikini. This time you would not be outright lying if you postponed your swim over tummy troubles. Your stomach flipped and lurched with nerves as you look yourself up and down in the full length mirror you keep shoved behind the office door.

You were never going to feel confident enough to march over there without a care in the world, so there was no use in trying to work yourself into that mental state. You simply ignore any thoughts about it and adjust your top one last time before slipping out your back door and trudging across your yard into Joel’s.

Your skin practically prickled up in goosebumps as it greedily drank up the warm rays of sun. You feel a tinge of guilt that you have never been kind enough to your body to let it just be free and feel the world around it. You always hide it away as best as you can, shoving it into this and covering it with that. As such, some parts of it have never known the warmth of the sun hitting it or a stray breeze delicately brushing by. Your body has done so much for you. It housed you. It let you play sports. It responded enthusiastically to Joel. Instead of being grateful for all things your body has done and continues to do for you, you lash out at it and admonish its existence.

Maybe you should take a page out of Joel’s book and try to treat it with some kindness.

Said man was already waiting by the pool with the hose running to fill it up a little more. He was so handsome. Maybe you needed to pull another Joel move and dole out some compliments to him more often, too. Always preoccupied with how ugly you must look, you probably didn’t offer up enough praise for him.

“You really do look so damn good in those trunks, Joel.” The warmth of your voice draws his attention over to you with a content smirk. If there was any time you wished you’d caught something on film, it was his reaction to you.

There was an old cartoon you used to watch as a kid that had a pretty redhead lady and a wolf in a snazzy suit that who was completely enamored with her. If Joel’s eyes had the ability to shoot out in cartoonish telescopic heart style, they would’ve shot right out at you.

His jaw hung loose as he turned to face you head on. His grip on the hose never faltered, and the water meant for the pool was now splashing all over the concrete patio. It was the sort of spirited response you had hoped for, and it gave you the confidence boost you needed to get flirtatious.

“Whaddya think?”

You tilt your head to the side in a coy display. Joel licks his lips and zips his eyes over every inch of you. You take a few steps towards him and decide to lay it on a little thicker and see where it takes you.

“The pink is cute, right?” you press in a throaty hum. Your fingers glide down the strings over your shoulders and against the cups on your top. Joel’s arm drops all the way to his side, but a few of his brain cells have managed to collaborate and keep his hold tight on the hose.

“Thought you might like it.” You can see the crotch of his trunks starting to tent already, and you just can’t help yourself when you do that tug at the strings on your hips maneuver. When you let them snap against your skin, Joel drops the hose and closes the distance between you in a few hurried strides.

He stops just short of you, not wanting to get so close that he can no longer ogle. His hands hover in the air in front of you as if he can’t decide what to grab or grope first.

“Goddamn,” he breathes. His eyes widen like he’s trying to make more space for them to take in more of you.

“Joel, cut the water,” you say, pointing to the forgotten hose spewing a steady stream onto the patio. Joel doesn’t move and opts to just stare at you with a wild, hungry look. You give a feigned sigh of annoyance as you brush past him and twist the spigot off. The little bit you had to bend down to turn the water off was apparently enough to send Joel over the edge because he’s on you before you know it.

“Inside.” His voice is needy and gruff in a way you’ve never heard before. No need to get into the pool to get absolutely drenched when you’ve got this feral horndog all but pouncing on you right here and now.

“Jesus, Joel, are you in heat or something?” you tease as he pushes you backwards into the house.

The way this man was reacting to your normal as hell bikini like you were outfitted in the nastiest lingerie you could find. To be fair, you never wore anything remotely sexy or revealing, so this was as close to lingerie as Joel had ever seen on you.

Joel is seizing handfuls of you as he grips and grinds into you. The urgency in his kiss is catching, and you dart your tongue against his in a frenzied dance. He’s rock hard against you. You can feel it through his trunks on your thigh. You swallow the groan rumbling up his throat when he presses you against the roll of his hips.

He guides you to the kitchen counter and spins you around. You catch yourself on the palms of your hands as Joel jerks your hips back slightly. He spreads your legs apart with a push of his foot against yours.

“Stay just like that for me, baby.” His gravelly command locks you in place, and you wait for his next move. He crouches behind you and settles onto his knees, grunting at the ache that springs up in them regularly. He runs his hands up and down your legs and finally splay them across the expanse of your backside before pushing, pulling, and massaging the flesh there. The back panel of your bikini bottoms is now swallowed into your crease, and a surprise gasp escapes you when Joel shoves his entire face against the fabric on your crotch.

A deep groan vibrates against your clothed pussy and sends molten liquid up your spine. Joel spreads your ass open and slides his thumbs just past the junction of your thighs. His pressure gets firmer as the up and down sliding passes reach your outer lips. Your breathing is as shaky as your legs, but you try to keep in place as he asked.

One of his thumbs gently slips under the fabric and pulls it to the side, revealing your slick covered slit. You start to say his name but it’s cut off when he spits a hot pearl of saliva onto your bare cunt. You jolt at the sensation and have no time to recover before the flat of his tongue is smearing across your heat. When your hips jerk a second time at that, Joel reaches both arms through your legs and hooks them onto your thighs to hold you in place. Your belly pushes into the counter as Joel darts his tongue in and out of you, swirling and nipping at your clit.

You’re close to climax when he suddenly pulls up and pulls you flush against his chest.

“Can I take you just like this?” he rasps.

Usually you use a condom, but fuck it. There’s no way you’re pressing pause on this.

“Take it however you want it, baby,” you whine back.

Joel literally growls in reply, and you hear him shoving at the waistband of his trunks before seeing them fall to the floor and kicked to the side. You move to untie your bikini bottoms, but Joel’s hand stops you.

“No. Want ‘em on,” he grunts before lifting your leg onto the counter and shoving the fabric against your crotch aside once more.

Joel was always big to take, and his swift entry all the way to the base of his cock was a whole new feat. You were incredibly grateful that you were already so wet and sticky for him. You choke out a moan at the blissful stretch that stings just right. Joel pauses and offers a hurried apology, hoping he hasn’t hurt you in his rush to fill you up.

“Fuck me now,” you grit.

Joel does that, and more. His body has your leg pinned onto the counter while one hand is on your clit and the other going back and forth between your nipples with a pinch and a roll of his thumb and middle finger. Just like your bottoms, Joel leaves your top on and instead shoves his hands under the cups to touch you. You are grabbing at the cabinets and anything else you can find, just trying to hold on while receiving Joel’s punishing pace and thrusts.

“Ohh-ahh, Joel, I can’t-I can’t hold on,” you stutter. “Can’t hold on m-much more.”

“Make a fuckin’ mess of my cock, baby. Wanna feel you come on this cock. Pretty pink pussy in this pretty pink bikini. All fuckin’ mine.”

When he tilts your hips just so and bottoms out every pass, you careen over the edge and let out a broken sob of his name. The gripping, pulsing clench of you on his length sends Joel into his own release shortly after. He fucks you both through it and eventually slows to a sloppy roll of his hips.

He steps back enough for your leg to come off the counter but quickly steps forward again so you’re leaning against it once more. You can feel his hard pulls of air and huffs of exhales between your shoulder blades as he wraps his arms around your middle.

“God-fuckin’-damn,” he pants with a laugh.

You are completely fucked out and can’t string words together to save your life.

“You been holdin’ out on me, sweetheart. Hidin’ this pretty thing,” he hums, pulling at the strings on your hips.

You mumble something incoherent that was supposed to express that it was new and you hadn’t been keeping it from him. Joel chuckles, “Fuckin’ cockdrunk. Just how I love.”

To that you shoot him a conspiratorial smile. He pulls out of you, groaning with satisfaction as his spend leaks out of you and down your thigh. “I think the only water activity today is gonna be a shower, sweetheart,” he chuckles against your ear. “We can save skinny dipping for next time.”

You laugh quietly, enjoying the happy dance of chemicals in your brain, and wonder to yourself if you’re ever going to make it into the pool with your new suit. With Joel around, chances are slim to none.

Thank you for the positive response to the first installment of these two (A Weight Off Your Shoulders). They are so fun to write, and based on the reception from AWOYS I just had to share this lil snippet I had already written. These two have really made a home for themselves in my brain!

Special shoutout to @thesailorofuranus for encouraging me to share more of these two with the world. I might just be working on a lil something she requested in the last one, so be on the lookout. 😈 Again ty ty ty for reading. If you wanna catch up on the series that I will be updating next, check out this link to Endless Night.

Catch ya later,

♥Puddles♥

#fic: a weight off your shoulders #joel miller #joel miller x plus size reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller hbo #tlou fic #the last of us fanfiction #oneshots

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all-chickens-are-trans · 2 months

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hallo lol ich dokumentiere hier mal meinen allerersten dive into schloss einstein, weil. warum nicht. hab zu viel davon auf meinem dash gesehen lol

sehr obsessed damit, dass dieses titellied nach all den jahren immer noch das gleiche ist. sie würden immer noch gern surfen gehn im internet zu haus mit ihrer maus

ich bin in s26 eingestiegen und muss schonmal sagen. iconic wie dieser typ einfach aus dem gebüsch auftaucht. großer fan von diesem dramatischen auftritt

"wer sind wir, wenn wir nicht pranken?" 😔

oha die gendern?? nice

bin sofort obsessed mit joel. blorbo shape

omg warum hat mir niemand gesagt, dass Tua El-Fawwal hier ist???

hi hey außerdem. wer ist das und hat sie am Donnerstag Abend Zeit. Für nen Kaffee oder so.

sorry aber Massuda ist einfach mal die Cuteste ey <3

find voll witzig, dass joyce diesen beef mit Noah hat und der ist nur so 🤷‍♀️

ahahaha ich hab mich schon gefragt, wann es ne taylor swift montage oder so geben wird

schon beachtlich. bin jetzt 4 folgen weit und weiß immer noch absolut gar nichts über Noah. faszinierend

"neben Schule, Mittagsschlaf und Ausruhen bin ich voll im Stress" Sirius so real (aber mal echt. wieso haben sie den armen Kerl Sirius genannt)

schloss einstein, featuring Storylines wie "meine zimmernachbarin und ich haben beef" und "ich hacke meine lehrerin, damit mein bester Freund Snacks kriegt"

oohhh nächste Folge heißt "Noahs Geheimnis". intriguing

"es tut mir leid, dass ich Omas Ring verkauft hab, aber ich brauchte das Geld für mein Fenchelsaft-Startup." Joel character of all time <3

noah hat nen huuund 🥰 und er heißt Freddie?? aww

chill mal, Junge

hm. ja. ich sehe

omg spielen sie dnd? :3

"hi" iconic slkdjslklkjkljdls

anyway an dieser Stelle beende ich vorerst. großer spaß, bald mehr davon

#schloss einstein #my posts

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theboredinsomniac · 1 year

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Maybe in Wonderland • part 1

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x reader

summary: You get your dream internship for the summer so your parents throw a little party to celebrate the news. While you have your eyes on a guy from the neighborhood, Joel tries to convince you that maybe he's not the best choice for you.

warnings: age gap (reader in early 20s, Joel in late 40s), no outbreak

word count: 2k

story masterlist

note: I created a secondary blog to get back into the writing game. What do you think? This is a slow burn so far. I don't know how slow it's gonna be.

You knew that Joel Miller had been stuck in his empty nest syndrome ever since his daughter Sarah moved out after graduating from college two years ago. Since then, he and your father had spent a lot of time together, mostly because his younger brother was more focused on his new wife, Maria, so they didn't hang out as much as they used to.

Your father had been trying to convince him to go out more, meet new people, meet nice women, and take them out on dates. Hell, his own brother even lured him to a double date with a friend of Maria's, but Joel was not interested.

If there was one thing anyone should know about this man is that ever since it became crystal clear for everyone that he wasn't about to get back into the dating game, women had been throwing themselves at him left and right, taking conquering his heart as a challenge. He was in his late forties, hair and beard already graying, but it only made his Southern charm even more appealing.

Yes, you also found him handsome, and yes, you did toy with the idea of what you would do if you ever had him in your grasp. All this despite the big age difference, as you were still going to university, and that you were a few years younger than his daughter. It would have been weird to have anything to do with him, and you doubted he saw you as anything other than a daughter figure, so you put this thought aside.

Things changed a year later, when your dad threw a party for a few family friends to celebrate your summer internship at a big consulting firm. There was a truly hot guy you've been flirting with for a while who was supposed to attend as well, so you put on your best dress, added some light makeup, then went down to the backyard to mingle with the crowd, hoping he would show up as promised.

At one point, as you poured yourself a drink, you noticed Joel watching you while he was talking to someone, his eyes scanning your body with no shame. At first you thought you were wrong, that you were imagining things, but then he flashed a strange, almost flirtatious smile at you before turning his attention back to the couple he was talking to.

It wasn't all that new. There had been innocent touches during conversations, bear hugs that were warmer than the ones your friends gave you, but your brain always labeled them as acts of kindness, not as flirting. What if you've been wrong all along? Shaking your head, you tried to get this out of your mind. No. He was just friendly.

��Here you are,” Scott said when he stopped next to you with a hand resting comfortably on the small of your back.

You didn't even try to hide the wide smile that showed on your lips upon hearing his voice. “I was beginning to think you wouldn't come,” you lied with a laugh as you touched his upper arm. “But I'm glad you're here.”

Scott looked down at you with those adorable hazel eyes of his, taking in every little detail of your face as if that was the first time he saw you from up close. “I wouldn't miss this. Congrats again. You deserved that spot,” he told you with a smile that matched yours.

Things were so easy with him. The conversations were seamless with no awkward silences, and the way he looked at you gave you butterflies. He was working at a law firm, and he had a wonderful career ahead of him based on the reviews he got from his boss.

You were both career-driven, a trait you truly appreciated about him because this way he understood why you were so keen on getting a good job at a good firm during the summer and after college. Your parents loved him, especially your mom, who was already complaining about Scott dancing around you without asking you out on an official date. You didn't care. He just needed time.

“So how are things going at work? I haven't heard from you in a while,” you said with a dramatic pout.

He looked down at you tight-lipped, as if he was trying to decide how to answer you without saying something he shouldn't. You wondered what it was all about, but all of your worries were blown away when he said, “Tough cases we're working on. I'm not happy about who we're defending, but that's part of the job, I guess.”

For a moment you were afraid to find out he had a secret girlfriend. How silly of you. “That must be hard. But I'm sure you'll handle it,” you told him cheerfully.

“Hey, I'll go say hi to an old neighbor then I'll come back and find you, okay?” he suddenly said as he waved to someone behind your back.

“Sure,” you replied with a kind smile. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Once he left, you gravitated toward your parents, seeking comfort in the familiar faces while you waited. As you took a sip of your drink, you noticed the look your mother was giving you, the silent inquiry about your conversation with Scott. You shook your head and turned your attention to the ongoing conversation.

After a minute or two, one of the neighbors in that circle turned to you and said, “Your parents are pretty proud of you. But I can't blame them, I wish my daughter was more like you,” she said with a sigh that made your father laugh.

“Oh, did I arrive just in time for praising her?” you suddenly heard Joel's raspy voice before you felt his arm wrap around your shoulder.

You blushed, not at all happy about this sudden wave of attention from everyone. Sure, it was a party your parents threw to celebrate you, but you didn't expect people to actually care about it. And here was Joel, sounding excited to join the conversation.

Maybe a little too excited.

“I was just saying that her parents have every reason to be proud of her,” that neigbor who had talked before enlightened Joel.

He looked down at you with a wide grin. “Aren't we all proud?” he asked, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder. “I always knew she was the smart one in the family–no offense,” he added with a wide smile as he turned to your parents.

Your father waved his hand nonchalantly. “None taken, especially when you're saying the truth,” he said.

All this praise was getting to your head, so you looked up at Joel and went, “How's Sarah? Does she like her new job?”

The sudden change of topic surprised him, but his features quickly softened as he thought of his daughter. “She loves it. I know everything about what she does and what her co-workers are up to thanks to her detailed reports,” he replied proudly.

You couldn't help but smile at this. You hoped you could tell your parents just as much about your summer job when you get to it, and that they would be just as supportive and proud as Joel was with Sarah. Your relationship was wonderful with your parents, but work hadn't been something you discussed among yourselves before.

“I'll go get another beer,” you said when you noticed your cup being empty.

Joel raised the bottle he had in his hand and noted that it was also empty with a long sigh. “Guess I'll need another one, too. Come on,” he told you, guiding you towards the house.

The two of you walked in silence with Joel's hand still resting on your shoulder as he navigated through the small groups of people with ease. He only let go of you when you reached the empty kitchen and he opened the fridge to get two bottles from it. Meanwhile you were one step ahead, waiting for him with an opener in hand.

“Thanks,” was all Joel said before he leaned against the kitchen island and took a sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on you.

You tried to enjoy your drink, but your thoughts were bouncing around in your brain as you thought of Scott possibly looking for you in one moment, then about the way Joel's eyes were burning a hole in you in the other.

You wanted to be out in the backyard again, just to see if he really was looking for you, but at the same time you wanted to stay inside and find out what was up with the man in front of you. It was confusing, and you really didn't know what to do.

“What's going on between you and that Scott kid?” he suddenly asked. You raised a brow, trying to decide if you heard him right. Was it him asking, or was he just voicing your parents' question? “I saw you two being deep in a conversation.”

Taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly, you thought about how to answer it. There wasn't much to say since he was keeping his distance. “Nothing, really,” you replied with a hint of disappointment in your voice.

Joel picked up on it, because he put down the bottle and crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it's better this way,” he noted quietly, earning a confused look from you. “He's known for being a player. I don't know what he told you, but he has a new girlfriend every other week. His mother is so done with his behavior that she has been bugging him about settling down finally.”

You could feel a panic attack crawling closer and closer to you as you listened to Joel. Could it be true? Sure, you remembered seeing him with different girls when he still lived at home with his parents, but that was three years ago, he probably changed since then. He had a serious job, it surely changed him.

“You don't believe me?” he asked with a frown, looking slightly offended.

Shaking your head, you said, “It's not that I don't believe you, I just… I don't know. I kinda want to see where this could go.”

Joel closed the small gap between you and stood only one step away from you. “He doesn't deserve you. He might seem like a good catch, but trust me, he's not. You deserve better,” he added softly with a look in his brown eyes that you couldn't really decode.

You gulped then nodded. What else were you supposed to do? Licking your lips, you broke eye contact and looked down at your shoes, your heart beating a mile a minute. Things only got worse when he reached out to swipe a strand of hair behind your ear.

For the second time tonight you thought he was flirting with you. Something told you that his words could be translated to him being a better choice than Scott, but at the same time your rational mind was trying to convince you that you were dead wrong. He wouldn't flirt with you. You were to young for him.

Right?

When you looked at him again, you noticed that his lips were slightly parted as he watched you, seemingly lost in his thoughts. You didn't know how much time passed with the two of you looking at each other in silence, but it didn't really matter. You were too afraid to move, to break whatever spell this was, and you wanted to see what his next move would be.

“I shouldn't. Fuck,” he suddenly muttered to himself as he buried his hand into his hair and walked away from you.

You were frozen to your spot by the counter, having a hard time understanding what he was talking about. “You okay?” you asked innocently, as if your underwear wasn't already soaking because of the tension between the two of you.

Joel looked at you, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. “Yeah, everything's great,” he replied, obviously lying. “I'm sorry. I should go home.”

Nodding, you bit on your lower lip and watched as he walked outside, probably looking for your parents to say goodbye. And there you were, leaning against the counter as you tried to slow down your heart rate. What the hell had just happened?

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel #pedro pascal #the last of us #tlou #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo

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terminusantequem · 9 months

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Joel Werring (American, b. 1970)

#joel werring

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garadinervi · 1 year

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Ne’ma Hasan, In Gaza a Mother Never Sleeps, [translated by Mosab Abu-Toha], «Peripheries» – a journal of word, image, and sound, No. 4, [Guest Edited Folio], Edited by Sherah Bloor, Harry Hall, Eden Werring, Joel Werring, Designed by Jake Deluca, Center for the Study of World Religions, Harvard Divinity School, Harvard University, Cambridge, MA, 2021, p. 111

#graphic design #poetry #journal #peripheries #ne’ma hasan #mosab abu toha #sherah bloor #harry hall #eden werring #joel werring #jake deluca #center for the study of world religions #harvard divinity school #2020s

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und-dann-war-es-fast-gut · 28 days

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„Wenn du ihr jetzt nicht Tschüss sagst, wirst du es bereuen.“

#schloss einstein #noah temel #leon gajewski #wer ist stolzer? noah auf leon - joel auf noah oder wir auf noah? vote now #das lächeln 😭#fühlt sich nach healing an

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jokoklaasstuff · 1 month

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Zur Info: Diesen Kramm hier habe ich heute, noch vor der neuen Folge aufgeschrieben. Als ich nicht mehr damit gerechnet habe, dass es heute tatsächlich einen Deep Talk geben wird. Da wollte ich ein bisschen Optimismus verteilen! So here is it:

Um der ausgebrochenen "wir shippen jetzt alles und jeden"-Hölle etwas entgegenzuwirken (auch wenn´s lustig ist) wollt' ich gerne wieder mit langsamen Schritten zurück auf Nolin zu gehen.

Ich weiß, die Hoffnung sinkt, die Verzweiflung steigt. Sodass man schon total durchdreht und sich die verrücktesten und fantasievollsten Ships zusammenstellt, nur um nicht vollkommen den Verstand zu verlieren (obwohl es genau das ist, was gerade hier abgeht).

Durch Mias Emoji Geständnis (so nenn´ ich es jetzt mal), ist eigentlich ziemlich offensichtlich, dass uns jetzt jegliche Hoffnung auf ein würdiges Happy End genommen wurde, zumindest auf eins das länger ist als 1 Minute.

Jetzt könnte man anfangen sich zu fragen, bis wie weit hat Mia uns die Wahrheit gesagt? (ich frag mich das wirklich) Das Noah eine Charakterentwicklung durch machen wird und er (sowie Joel) mehr als nur Statisten sein werden, scheint sicher zu sein. Ich denke nicht, dass Mia uns auf diese Weise verarschen würde. (Auf den Shitstorm hätte sie bestimmt keinen bock)

Bedeutet aber nicht, dass Mia nicht einfach, geschickt den wichtigsten Teil der Wahrheit ausgelassen hat. Wir wissen, sie hat sehr viel Spaß daran, unsere Theorien mitzulesen und die Macht, die Sie über uns hat, voll und ganz auszunutzen.

Sie wird bestimmt nicht die Spannungsachterbahn stoppen und uns, sollte es ein happy end geben, diesen so einfach verraten - und somit spoilern (das wird sie höchst wahrscheinlich auch gar nicht dürfen).

Also hab´ ich noch mal (so doof wie ich bin), alle Anzeichen und Hoffnungsschimmer, die auf ein Nolin Happy end hinweisen bzw. gewiesen haben - an die wir so lange geglaubt haben - gesammelt und in einem Post zusammen gefasst.

Nur um mir selbst wieder Hoffnung zu machen und zuzulassen, erneut enttäuscht zu werden. Wenn ich so darüber nachdenke, rückblickend war es eine ziemlich dämliche Idee. Aber was soll ich sagen?

Auf ein Neues!

wir haben diesen Schminkszenen-Anon, der meinte es wird auf jeden Fall auf ein Happy end hinauslaufen.

wir haben Mia, die meinte wir werden weinen vor Trauer, aber auch vor Freude. (also vor Freude hab´ ich noch nicht geweint)

wir haben den Philip, mit folgendem Satz (in dem 5 Fragen Reel, von letztem Jahr) "Na klar, ich wünsch' mir natürlich ein Happy end, mal gucken was da kommt", dann sein darauf folgendes wissendes Grinsen.

Johnny, der bei den Secrets mit dabei ist (so scheint es zumindest) - unnötig für ihn, als Nebendarsteller dieser Staffel, wenn das, was wir bereits gesehen haben, wirklich alles gewesen ist.

wir bekommen höchstwahrscheinlich eine gelungene Charakterentwicklung von Noah - wozu, wenn sie am Ende eh zu nichts gutem führen wird? (wäre unnötig, dann könnte Kika Noah auch weiter Kung Fu trainieren lassen)

Noah hat in Colins Bett geweint, eine glasklare Bestätigung für die Gefühle die er für Colin hat. (Den ganzen Aufwand, das top writing hätte Kika sich sparen können, wenn das alles war und keinerlei Einfluss auf das Ende haben wird)

Das Reel, vor Beginn dieser Staffel, mit der Zusammenstellung aller Nolin Szenen aus der letzten Staffel, begleitend mit dem Satz "Bevor es in die neue Staffel geht, ist die Frage, die wir uns wohl alle stellen: Ist Noah in Colin verliebt? Was denkt ihr?" (wenn da auf ernst nichts gescheites mehr kommt, hätte Kika sich so ein Video sparen können, warum noch explizit auf Noah und Colin eingehen wollen - mit den Zusachauer:innen eine Diskussion starten - wenn es am Ende eh nichts gutes mit sich bringt, außer enttäuschte Fans)

wir haben noch die Hoffnung auf Dandelions?!

Die Charakterentwicklung von Noah wird in keiner der Folgenbeschreibungen erwähnt, soll es aber laut Mia geben, also wer sagt, dass nicht (in der Zeit) auch Colin zurück kommt, ohne das ein Hinweis darauf gegeben wurde/wird?

Das Gerücht mit dem Händchenhalten?!

Die Charakterbeschreibungen von Noah, Joel und Ava (Kika Player) - Ava hilft Joel dabei, eine Freundschaft von Noah zu retten - Die zwischen Joel und Noah kann nicht sein. Immerhin findet der "Streit" in 1062 zwischen Noah und Ava statt. Der einzige Streit entsteht zwischen ihr selbst und Noah. Soll sie ihre eigene Freundschaft retten oder wie? (Also welche Freunde hat Noah denn noch? Da fällt mir nur noch einer ein und der chillt gerade in Köln)

In Noahs Charakterbeschreibung steht (wie wir alle wissen), dass er sich öffnen wird (auch noch ein Hinweis auf eine Charakterentwicklung, die es hoffentlich geben wird)

Außerdem Noah hat sich nicht bei Colin verabschiedet, dass können die nicht so stehen lassen!

#schloss einstein

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Colin & Joel - lieblingsmomente meiner lieblingsidioten <3

And last but not least:

Part 3

6. Ich mag auch hier wieder die Art, wie Samu und Johnny miteinander agieren. Wie Colin ihm auf die Schulter klopft, bevor er geht. Ich lieb's wie Joel Colins Modulplan extra so gelegt hat, damit dieser nicht mit Noah Unterricht hat. Ich kann mich nur wiederholen: Er ist der Jackpot.

7. Er würde für den Rest des Schuljahres Colins Hausaufaben machen?! 🥺 WER ZUM KUKUCK BIETET DIR SOWAS AN?! Colin, du hast unendliches Glück dass ausgerechnet dieser Kapitalist mit dir in ein Zimmer gesteckt wurde. (Joel ist der einzige Kapitalist auf diesem Planeten den ich akzeptiere.)

8. Auch hier wieder 10/10 von Samuel und Johnny. Die Jungs harmonieren perfekt. Ihr Gespräch. Wie Joel ihm sagt, was er gern an ihm hat und wie Colin ihm sagt, dass er großen Spaß an den Projekten hatte. Wie er Joel extra sagt, dass er ein guter Freund ist. Joel soll das bitte niemals anzweifeln. Er ist ein guter Freund, er weiß mehr von Freundschaft als manch anderer. (Nein, ich rede natürlich nicht von Noah) Ich wage außerdem zu glauben, dass Colin wahrscheinlich der erste war, der Joel wirklich so hinnahm, wie er eben ist. Trotz seines Yogas, seinem Ehrgeiz und seiner verrückten Ideen. Colin akzeptiert Joel für sein ganzes Wesen und das ist so viel wert. Die zwei lieben sich auf die vermutlich schönste platonischste Art und Weise, die ich je gesehen hab zwischen Freunden.

9. Es ist scheiß egal, wie viele Kilometer sie getrennt sind. Sie werden immer immer beste Freunde sein. <3 (ich weine, wenn sie sich ein viertes Mal umarmen, hoffentlich wird es eine Umarmung von unserem Trio geben 🥺) Ich weiß dass Johnny und Samuel das hier nie lesen werden, aber: danke. Danke, wie ihr dafür gesorgt habt, dass Colins und Joels Freundschaft mir so enorm ans Herz gewachsen ist. Müsste ich eine Liste führen, welche Freundschaften ich am liebsten (von allen serien/filmen die ich kenne und mag) mag, dann wären Joel und Colin mit Sicherheit ganz ganz weit oben. Die Freundschaft der zwei bedeutet mir die Welt. Sie sind irgendwie wie Pech und Schwefel. Nicht gesucht, aber gefunden. <3

#schloss einstein #joel lucas #colin thewes #meine lieblingstrottel <3 #lieblingsidioten für immer #schönste freundschaft ever :')#i don't support capitalism except when it's joel

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Schloss Einstein Folge 1053

Es ist soweit, der Tag, an dem wir alle unseren Verstand verlieren ist da. Drei neue Folgen mit einer Extraportion Nolin Drama + der Kika-Chat mit unserem Lieblingstrio in dem sie wahrscheinlich wieder 10 mal gefragt werden, sie alt sie sind.

"Alles ist alles ist relativ normal" NEIN IST ES NICHT MEHR!

Der erste Charakter, den wir diese Staffel sehen ist Tahmina. Die stiftet erstmal Chaos, weil sie ein Rollbrett sieht (die Dinger, die man unter Pflanzen stellt) und ihr die geniale Idee kommt, sich selbst da draufzusetzen und dann in hohem Bogen irgendwo reinzukrachen. Lieblingscharakterpotenzial!

Im Internat ist derweil Frau Schillers Küchengeräte-Challenge in vollem Gange. Da kommen auch schon Joshua und Elly an. Die geraten auch direkt in Streit, weil Elly die Bus-App nicht kapiert hat und sie deswegen drei Stunden zu spät angekommen sind.

Joshua: "Nach meiner Geburt war einfach kaum Intelligenz für dich übrig."

Renna telefoniert mit Gustav. Mikka erklärt ihr derweil, was eigentlich los ist: Frau Schiller hat in den Ferien Inventur gemacht und es fehlen voll viele Sachen. Sogar ein Kühlschrank (wie zur HÖLLE hat den jemand transportiert ohne dass es aufgefallen ist?)

Mikka: "Auf jeden Fall hat Frau Schiller ne Schatzsuche gestartet" MUSS DAS JETZT SCHON IN DER ERSTEN FOLGE LOSGEHEN!?

U.a. gibt es kostenlose Kino-Freikarten zu gewinnen. Ich glaube ich weiß, wer die nicht haben möchte.

Außerdem erklärt Mikka, dass Casper die Schule gewechselt hat und nicht wiederkommt. Sie hatten aber einen schönen Sommer. Selbst die zwei haben ihr Happy End gekriegt. Wollt ihr mich eigentlich verarschen?

Colin sitzt derweil traurig auf seinem Bett, während alle anderen Spaß haben.

Aber nicht lange, denn JOEL TO THE RESCUE!

Hat er etwa Noahs Gesicht auf den Boxball geklebt?

JOLIN HUG! JOLIN HUG!

Joel packt erst mal einen Fun Fact über Pastinaken aus: Sie waren früher beliebter als Kartoffeln jetzt. Ich werd den Fenchelsaft trotzdem vermissen.

Joel: "Ich hab doch gesagt, dass es nicht einfach wird. Noah kann seine Gefühle zwar wegschweigen, aber du nicht."

Colin ist sich aber sicher, dass das ganze letzte Schuljahr über schon was zwischen ihm und Noah war.

UND DANN KOMMT NOAH REIN!

Noah und Colin so: Händedruck. Colin und Joel: Umarmung. In this essay I will...

Frau Amani schwärmt Chung von Tahmina vor, ohne dabei zu wissen, dass sie gerade ne Pflanze kaputt gemacht hat, die sie jetzt notdürftig wieder zusammenflickt, nur, damit sie danach direkt wieder auseinanderfällt.

COLIN KRIEGT NE NACHRICHT VON JULIA! Sie hat nämlich seine Lederjacke geklaut. UND COLIN IHRE YING-YANG-KETTE!

Noah überlegt, sich an einer Filmschool zu bewerben, hat aber noch keine Idee für ein Bewerbungsvideo. Er schlägt Colin daher vor, dass sie zusammen brainstormen könnten. Noah, willst du den armen Jungen wieder umbringen?

Colin willigt natürlich ein. Oh nein, ich hab das Gefühl, das geht gar nicht gut aus.

Und dann verursacht Tahmina direkt schon das nächste Chaos: Sie hat das Schulskelett an sich genommen, Marlon sagt ihr, dass sie es wieder zurückbringen soll und wir hören es direkt wieder krachen - Tahmina hat die Leihgabe eines Museums kaputt gemacht.

New Lore unlocked: An dem Ort, wo jetzt die Schule steht, war früher ein Rosengarten.

Wie sich herausstellt, soll Dr. Berger auch direkt am nächsten Tag ans Einstein kommen, um das Bild zu enthüllen.

Noah und Colin sind zum brainstormen in den Wald gegangen.

AHHHHHH

BRINGT MICH DOCH GLEICH UM MEIN GOTT!

Noah will einen Film drehen über einen Vampir, der von der Liebe enttäuscht wurde und sich jetzt an allen rächen will, die gerade verliebt sind. HALT STOP!!

Noah: "Liebe macht alles kaputt." DU MACHST ALLES KAPUTT DU IDIOT!

Colin hakt nach und Noah erzählt, dass sein Sommer scheiße war. Er war drei Wochen bei seiner Mutter und drei bei seinem Vater. Noah: "Wenn die Liebe vorbei ist, gibt es nur noch verletzte." Du meinst so wie COLIN?

Noahs Vater hat außerdem eine "ätzende neue Freundin", die ihm Zeit geben will, mit der Situation klarzukommen. Seine Eltern haben ihn aber jahrelang angelogen, dass sie sich lieben und haben sich dann scheiden lassen. Colin bietet ihm Hilfe an, aber Noah "Ich brauch kein Hilfe und Support" Temel sagt natürlich "Lass mich mit der Liebe einfach in Ruhe".

Gut, Nolin-Drama vorerst vorbei, jetzt geht's weiter mit Nesrin und Annika. Die sind traurig, weil sie kein Zimmertauschlos gekriegt haben. Frau Schiller beendet derweil die Aktion, weil sie drei Mixer wiederbekommen hat, obwohl sie nie drei Mixer hatte.

Massuda hat sich derweil direkt mit ihrer neuen Zimmernachbarin Elly angefreundet und freut sich, das "Party bis 0 Uhr" Los gekriegt zu haben. "Party bis 0 Uhr" meinten Sie: Ruhestörung?

Marlon und Tahmina versuchen im ShareSpace, das Bild zu reparieren und haben Nesrin als Verstärkung geholt. Leider haben sie keinen Kleber mehr, weil Tahmina versehentlich die ganze Tube geleert hat.

Leon erzählt Annika, dass Io erst in zwei Wochen wiederkommt, weil sie noch eine Summer School zu Ende macht.

Es scheint doch noch eine Chance für Nesrin und Annika zu geben: Im Basketballkorb hängt noch ein Löffel. Hausers neue Hoffnung Simon wirft ihn natürlich direkt runter und, oh Wunder, natürlich ist das letzte Los das Zimmertausch-Los.

Direkt schon Hetero-Geflirte zwischen Simon und Annika.

Zurück im Share Space: Es gibt eine gute und eine schlechte Nachricht. Die gute: Der Bilderrahmen ist repariert. Die schlechte: Er ist pink, weil das die einzige Farbe war, die es noch gab.

Joel plant sein neues Pastinakenimperium und Colin soll ihm bei der Pastinaken-Acquise helfen. Der hat aber (natürlich) gerade andere Sorgen.

Joel: "Du hast ohne mich gebrainstormed?" Ist da jemand eifersüchtig?

Nesrin: "Das wird das beste Schuljahr ever." Wenn man nicht Colin heißt.

Okay, guter Einstieg bisher. Bin jetzt Pastinakensaftfan.

#schloss einstein

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