#thank you so much moritz!
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okay now that i got the cliffnotes for your ocs, my interest is piqued. 🎭 for moritz, and 👑 for the metal boys (either as a group or individually/whichever one you pick)
🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?
I suppose all of us act different around different groups of people in our lives, so Moritz does as well.
Moritz was the new kid in town in secondary school, but Emily befriended him So Fast. Even though they've only known each other for a couple years at this point, they're like siblings! Moritz is the big brother to Emily's mischievous little sister lol
With Felix he's very gentle at first, as if handling a skittish animal. Over time they do bond a bit more and Moritz can let loose/show all of his personality, which leads to romantic feelings as he watches Felix come into his own with Emily's and his friendship and support 🥺💕
He still keeps in touch with his small group of metal friends from his home town and they're the typical bunch of misfits, a found family. Very tight-knit. And they get a little wild and shoot the shit whenever they all meet up for gigs of their favourite bands or festivals! These buddy weekends always bring out his silly jokester side!
Around classmates and strangers he's civil but a little cold, mostly because of his upbringing and trying to guard his energy. At times, there's a bit of snark there as well. A very very toned down Eddie Munson if you will lol
His father hasn't been in the picture for quite a while and he doesn't really think about him, even less talk to him anymore, he does remember some of the good times from early childhood tho.
His mother is always busy with work nowadays (she's the CEO of some important company and is very big on keeping up Her Image in her social/work circles) and they don't interact much, so he makes sure his grades are decent to keep her nagging him about any perceived flaws or shortcoming to a minimum.
👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?
Lukas is quite the optimist, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed! He definitely wants to go down in history as one of the greatest guitar players/singers EVER! Maybe even as THE greatest guitar player/lead singer to research occultism and other paranormal movements/phenomena, since he's equally passionate about both!
Simon doesn't want much, tho being remembered as a phenomenal drummer for his band, and being on the same levels of quality and success as some of his favourite bands would be sweet.
Raphael isn't too keen on being remembered for anything by a lot of people, especially since he was quite famous at one point and the scandalous way he got thrown out of his then-boyfriend's band (and how his former bandmates and the media slandered his name afterwards) has soured it for him. In time he might get used to the thought of being remembered for his bass lines and the music he makes with Lukas and Simon now :')
#anaalnathrakhs#ask robin#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT MY SWEET BOYS!!!!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥#my ocs#moritz (oc)#lukas (oc)#simon (oc)#raphael (oc)
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osita | carlos sainz x reader!
summary; carlos and his love for his wife and his osita
fc; various girls from pinterest
warnings; none (?)
notes; requested! i loved writing this sm 🥹
masterlist !
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carlossainz55: st moritz con mi reina y mi osita 🧸💗 [with my queen and my little bear]
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yourusername; alma really loved playing in the snow with her papá, surprised she liked the cold!
carlossainz55: because she was always cuddled up with me or her mamá, she was always warm!
yourusername: thank you for taking us to see st moritz, we love you💗💗
carlossainz55: and i love my girls most❤️
username: girl dad carlos 😵💫
username: need someone who loves and appreciates me as much as carlos does with y/n😞😞😞
username: THE BEAR OUTFIT IM CRYING
username: y/n is her i fear
charles_leclerc: alma was the best part of the trip let’s be honest now
carlossainz55: always stealing the show with her chubby cheeks
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[caption 1; osita wants to drive my ferrari 🤣] [caption 2; taking my girls out shopping ❤️] [caption 3; mi corazón y mi alma❤️🩹 (my heart and my alma/soul)]
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[caption 1; alma has him wrapped around her little finger!] [caption 2; guess who bought us matching chanel kellys🙈] [caption 3; papá making sure alma is a madridista, hala madrid!🤍]
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yourusername: life lately ❤️🩹
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carlossainz55: mis tesoros, los quiero a los dos ❤️❤️ [my treasures, i love you both]
yourusername: and we love you so much💗💗
username: putting this in my pinterest board
username: carlos is such a girl dad OMG
username: baby alma 🥹🥹🥹
username: still thinking abt madridista alma
yourusername: she’s a modric fan, she’s cool like that 💅
alexandrasaintmleux:oh alma what a cutie 🥹 i miss her!!!☹️
yourusername: she misses her tia alex too!
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carlossainz55: one year ago today, i stood by y/n’s side while she brought me one of the greatest things she could’ve ever given me. our dear almita turns one today and i couldn’t have asked for better. thank you, my y/n for bringing our angel to this world. feliz cumpleaños, mi osita. te quiero. 💗 [happy birthday, my little bear, i love you]
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yourusername: alma has the best papá truly 🥹
carlossainz55: and she has the best mamá!
yourusername: i can’t believe our alma is one, i couldn’t stop crying, she’s so big already!☹️
landonorris: you think you crying was bad???? carlos was SOBBING😭😭
carlossainz55: ok no need to air out my business like that 🙄
yourusername: yeah, amor, you were kinda sobbing in every picture 😕
carlossainz55: i can’t help it!! my princess just turned one 😞
username: carlos CRIED??
username: this is so sweet i’m gonna get diabetes
username: SHES SO CUTE
username: the fairy theme>>>
charles_leclerc: happy birthday, alma!!
alexandrasaintmleux: what a cutie, happy birthday, almita!💗
scuderiaferrari: happy 1st birthday to the princess of our garage! 👑❤️
#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#f1 smau#f1 imagine#formula one imagines#formula one scenarios#f1 scenario#formula one social media au#formula one imagine#f1 scenarios#carlos sainz smau#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz social media au
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Moritz Seider & Lucas Raymond - four times Lucas caught you and Mo having sex and one time he joined (SMUT)
aka 7.2k words of Moritz and you seducing his bestie by having sex in front of him
ONE
Lucas knew what he was doing was wrong and creepy but it wasn’t like there was a way to stop it. And it was all Mo’s fault to begin with. Really.
When Moritz had told Lucas about you staying the night, Lucas had made the smart and respectful choice to put in ear plugs before going to bed in order to avoid the exact situation he now found himself in.
Another high pitched moan.
Another deep “fuck”.
Another thump making the walls (damn flimsy American walls) shake. This one was bad enough to rattle the trinkets he kept on his dresser.
He didn’t even want to imagine what kind of wild fuckfest was happening in the other room but there were two things he knew for sure: Moritz was fucking you rough enough to make the walls shake and to wake him up despite the earplugs and Lucas just couldn't help listening.
To him it seemed almost impossible that Mo was simply fucking you on his bed. Him and Moritz had made sure to place their beds as far away from each other as they could, diligently tucked them away against the walls furthest from their shared one and diagonally across for good measure. It should have been enough to prevent the loud noises —it had been in the past.
Yet there he was, stuck listening as his best friend made you cum. Again.
Lucas didn’t want to imagine the way Mo’s strong hands gripped your soft thighs or the way you wound your fingers in his long hair, urging him to go faster. But as he listened to your combined moans through the wall, a pillow pressed to his face, and the damn earplugs he just couldn’t not.
So yes, it was all Mo’s fault. If he’d be fucking you any less intensely Lucas wouldn’t have woken up and he wouldn’t have to listen to you moan “oh god” over and over as if god had anything to do with what went on in that room.
It felt weird to just lay there and listen to the two of you go at it in the room next to his but something was holding him back. He could get up and walk over to their connecting wall or even Mo’s door, pound on it, and yell at you to keep it down. But he didn’t want to embarrass his friend or make you feel too mortified to even look him in the eyes. The best thing would be to just pretend he never heard a thing.
Lucas rolled over until he was laying on his stomach before sticking his head back under his pillow. He was still able to breath, mostly, and even if it didn’t do much the pillow at least muffled the noises slightly. It also silenced his own moan when he subconsciously rolled his hips, grinding his erection against the mattress.
He didn’t touch himself that night but that didn’t mean he didn’t come.
TWO
Lucas didn't tell Mo about the time he heard the two of you have wild sex through the wall. He also didn't tell his friend that he came to the sound of his girlfriend's moans while grinding against his mattress. No matter how loud you were being, Lucas was fairly sure he crossed a line.
Acting normal around you was hard enough but the thought of hearing you again —of hearing you come again (... and again and again)— was too much. To be fair he tried to be sneaky about it. There was a hotel two blocks from their apartment and the overnight clerk, a scrawny guy their age, was quick to give him a room for the night The third time he brought the dude a jersey as a thank you and he nearly cried so Lucas was sure it would continue to work until he got over himself. Until then all he had to do was slip out of their place when you came over and slip in again while you were still asleep from the night before. The one time it didn't work he came back to Mo and you having sweet, soft, and absurdly loud morning sex so he started adding a morning run to his routine as well.
Everything was going smoothly until it wasn’t.
Lucas did the same thing he always did the morning after you slept over. He left the hotel long before checkout and tipped well. Then he went on a jog around the neighborhood before making his way home. Once he got there he went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a granola bar to hold him over until breakfast with you nymphomaniacs. At least that was the plan until he walked into his kitchen to find you perched on the counter right next to the coffee machine, both hands buried in Mo’s wild curls while his friend knelt on the floor in front of you, his face buried between your legs.
It looked like a scene from a porno, one of those amateur ones that were clearly homemade by a couple in love that Lucas would deny being his go-to category if anybody ever asked.
The kitchen wasn't quiet, between your moans and his own labored breathing but the only sound Lucas could focus on were the noises Mo made as he ate you out.
The German was feasting, devouring, chasing your pleasure with a single minded intensity that made Lucas question every time he went down on a girl before because nothing could compare to this.
From where he was standing Lucas could see everything and nothing. He could see the individual freckles across his friend's skin and the way the muscles in his shoulders moved as he clung to your legs. He saw the way you threw your head back in ecstasy, revealing the long line of your neck.
You weren’t sitting in front of him naked, either you or Moritz having had the forethought that you shouldn't walk through their shared apartment fully exposed, but Lucas hadn't realized what shirt you were wearing until his eyes wandered further down and saw a familiar print between the outlines of your hard nipples.
It wasn't just any shirt you were wearing.
It was his shirt.
Lucas turned around and walked back out of the apartment without saying anything. Going for another jog around the block didn't sound fun with an erection, but there was nothing stopping him from hiding out in the laundry room for a few hours.
THREE
A few days later Lucas still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he had walked in on the two of you having sex.
It was one thing to listen to you have sex but seeing it... He couldn't get the picture out of his mind.
Moritz, on his knees. The noises he made as he ate you out.
You, sitting on the counter, wearing his shirt.
His shirt.
It couldn't have been a mistake. Lucas knew that Mo knew that it was his shirt. But there was no way his friend would give you a shirt to wear —and then fuck you in said shirt— that wasn't his. It couldn't have been a laundry mix up either since Lucas vividly remembered putting it on his “too dirty for the closet but too clean for the laundry” chair just days before.
You had gone home the day after but Lucas knew you wouldn't be gone for long. And as if he had summoned you, there you were, waiting on them after practice with a big smile and an even bigger shirt. One of Mo's, this time. Still no bra. Lucas tried not to stare. He had ended his hotel situation after walking in on you, thinking that maybe now you would stop but luck didn’t seem to be on his side. It was nice at first, having you back around. Before hearing you and Mo, Lucas always looked forward to talking with you but after he felt too awkward. Now it was as if nothing had happened. Lucas excused himself to call some friends back in Sweden and Mo and you stayed in the living room to watch a movie.
He didn't think any of it when he came back down two hours later and found you both still cuddling on the couch.
There were no noises, no movement, nothing to make him think anything other than some clingy couple's behavior was going on.
He should have known the two of you could never resist each other for long.
Lucas had been sitting on the couch next to you for ten blissfully unaware minutes before he noticed the pile on the floor that looked suspiciously like your pants and the sweatpants Mo had put on after training. A single glance at the blanket the two of you were sharing and his peace came crashing down.
"Please tell me you're not fucking under there.”
It wasn't exactly a look of shame that came across your faces but at least a slight blush on his friend's face to indicate he had guessed correctly.
"No.”
"Not really.”
Lucas ignored his best friend's answer, deciding to focus on your vague not really.
"What do you mean?”
The way you looked between the two men bordered on adorable, something Lucas never thought he would think about a girl that had basically admitted to having sex in front of him right this very minute.
"It's just cockwarming,” You turned around to look at Moritz before looking at Lucas again, "I don’t think that really counts.”
Yeah, right.
He liked you two, he really did, but he wouldn't be sticking around to witness the two of you having sex… again.
Back in his room he didn’t even try to forget about what happened. It didn’t work the first time. It didn't work the second time. Lucas wasn’t holding out hope that it would happen now. Pulling out his phone to look up cockwarming took seconds but it took close to ten minutes for him to look down and read what it was.
Huh.
Part of him wondered if you had spent the entire time he was gone doing this. Just casually cuddling for hours while Mo's dick was inside of you. Had it gone further at all?
Lucas didn't think he could last hours being inside a woman without fucking. Wouldn't last that long being inside you —no.
He couldn't go there. Wouldn't go there. You were dating Moritz. His best friend Mo. He couldn't be thinking about you like that.
Frustrated, he threw his phone to the other side of his bed, watching as it bounced off the mattress and clattered to the floor.
Lucas should pick it up.
He didn’t.
There were worse things to worry about at the moment.
FOUR
Lucas continued to spiral for a week. He couldn't develop any feelings for you. He simply couldn’t. That was against all the laws of friendship.
Still, he couldn't get these thoughts out of his head.
It felt like the ultimate betrayal to picture his best friend’s girlfriend while he made himself cum, but at least his brain punished him by making it impossible for Lucas to picture you without Moritz.
He didn't know how to act around you. One day he avoided you at all cost, the next he clung to you like he couldn't bear being more than a meter away from you. It was bizarre.
Thankfully an away game whisked them out of the city. While not ideal at least he only had to deal with one of you and was able to keep his mind busy with hockey. At least that was the plan until the team checked into the hotel.
Server error. Double bookings. A single room with a king size bed instead of two rooms with doubles.
Somebody had to share.
And Mo volunteered them.
It didn't seem like a big deal to the German but Lucas was seriously considering sleeping on the floor the night before a game.
How could the taller man be so chill after everything that had happened in the past weeks?
In the end Lucas didn’t sleep on the floor. He couldn't risk it with the game tomorrow and everything. So after team dinner and an uncomfortably cold shower he got under the covers, shoved his head into his pillow hand enough to drown out the soft light coming from the bedside lamp on Mo's side, and pretended to sleep.
He didn't necessarily want to avoid all contact with Moritz but he just couldn't. Not tonight.
Usually sleep came easy to him. Lucas loved sleep, sleep loved Lucas. But that night it was evading him.
He listened to Moritz brush his teeth and get ready for bed with his eyes closed and his back turnt.
Things were going okay. His friend was a considered roommate, stayed up but kept mostly quiet, didn’t hog the blankets or turnt too much.
Lucas could hear his phone chime periodically while he was attempting to beat a level on a game but nothing loud enough to wake him had he actually been asleep.
It was fine until it wasn’t.
The familiar tune of an incoming FaceTime call disrupted the soft sounds of Mo tapping away on his phone screen.
“Hey.” Your voice sounded breathy, the slight distortion of the phone speaker doing nothing to conceal the neediness and Lucas already knew what was about to happen.
Sure enough Moritz shuffled down until he was laying next to Lucas. There was still an entire bed between them but to him it seemed like a handful of centimeters at best. Lucas had his back turned towards his friend and Mo had no reason to assume he was anything other than fast asleep but the tone of his voice as he answered you made Lucas think his friend wouldn’t have minded either way.
“You have to be quiet for me, baby. Lucas is sleeping right there.” The area around him got lighter for a moment. Mo must have turned his phone around to show you his sleeping form instead of just flipping the camera like a normal person but before he could really think about it the light stopped and he found himself once again swallowed by darkness.
“I’ll be quiet.” You promised and Lucas felt bad for a second —it didn’t matter how quiet the two of you tried to be, he was awake and heard every single rushed breath— before the rustling of the starchy hotel sheets brought him back to reality.
You wouldn’t actually…
You did.
Lucas froze for a moment before he remembered he was supposed to breathe. Still, he didn’t dare to move. Beside him Mo moaned, the sound quickly becoming familiar to him in a way he didn’t like to question. At least he tried to stay quiet even if nothing could prevent Lucas from hearing the sounds coming from his friend and the phone he was holding.
“I miss you.” God, you sounded so sweet. Lucas could almost imagine the pout on your lips as you looked at your boyfriend —like the one you gave Mo when he hid your favorite candy on the top shelf or the one you gave him when he refused to join you two for a movie night the days after the couch cockwarming incident.
Mo just let out an amused little huff at your antics but by the sound of his voice he was only teasing. Lucas once again questioned how he became so involved in your love life where he could discern the subtle tone shifts in his friend’s voice. “We’ve only been gone half a day.”
“I know. I still miss you though.” There was a sharp intake of breath —definitely Moritz— before your voice continued. “Your bed is so big without you here to hold me, to touch me.”
There was another soft ruffling of sheets, followed by a choked off moan, and Lucas felt more thankful for the fact that his friend tried to stay quiet than angry at you two for doing this while he was close enough to touch.
“Yeah? Gonna show me how much you miss me?”
Lucas just closed his eyes, but it was no use. There was no way he could relax enough to fall asleep. The noises —whispered commands and hushed love confessions, choked off moans and faint buzzing— coming from the other side made it hard for him to fall asleep but he’d be lying to himself. The low sounds didn’t keep his mind quite as occupied as the question why he wanted to turn over and reach out to touch his friend so badly.
+ ONE
In his mind there was no way that you and Moritz knew he’d been awake while the two of you got each other off over FaceTime but Lucas started to notice small changes in your behavior after the roadtrip that he couldn’t otherwise explain. You still talked his ears off over breakfast —about making Mo take you on a vacation to Sweden in the summer, about Lucas tagging along, about the three of you heading to Germany after so that Mo can repay the favor and show you around— and the two of you still invited him to watch movies together (Lucas still declined) but something was just off.
The two of you seemed to spend more time keeping secrets, talking in hushed voices with your heads close together only to abruptly stop when he entered the room. If seeing you two so secretive didn’t give him that shameful feeling deep in the pit of his stomach he’d find the almost comical display amusing but alas he was left to drown in his own worries.
It also seemed that at least Moritz had caught on to what had been happening lately —that the amount of times he stumbled upon you two having sex had picked up exponentially— and had begun to question Lucas about his off ice schedule; when the team had him scheduled for filming, plans to hang out with the boys, what time he planned on heading to the gym.
Lucas on his end tried to get out of the apartment more and more. The time after he heard you fuck and all but moved into a hotel had nothing on the time after the FaceTime fiasco. Accidental voyeurism was one thing. Fantasizing about your best friend’s girlfriend was a whole other thing. And fantasizing about your best friend…
Yeah, he’d rather avoid that whole situation altogether.
But just because Lucas wanted to avoid thinking about his thoughts didn’t mean he could avoid their apartment. Still, he tried to prolong his time spent away from home, taking a detour after another extra gym session to pick up groceries before making his way back. He would put them away and then he’d go straight to bed. With headphones this time, to cancel out all potential noise.
The universe —or rather Mo and you— seemed to have other plans for him though. He had brought in and put away his bags, carefully stashing away your favorite snacks in the bottom drawers Mo didn’t like to use and were thus safe from the German, in mostly silence. There was no indication that the two of you were busy doing each other so he made his way up the stairs to their bedrooms. His bed was calling and who was Lucas to ignore it.
The moans started suddenly, shocking him enough that he missed the last step and nearly tumbled down the stairs. That would have been fun to explain to the team. Not that he would have to do it since he’d be at the hospital or worse. No. That honor would fall to Mo. But that would also mean he’d have to explain to his poor mother that Lucas got injured in a freak sex accident and he didn’t want that. Would it even count as a sex accident if he wasn’t one of the people having sex?
He felt torn between turning around and walking back out (running away…again) and hurrying along to his room (listening to you have sex like a creep…again). That choice was taken from him when Mo spotted him on the stairs. Of course you’d be fucking with the door open.
“Hey Ray.” He called out, followed by a small whimper and a quiet “Behave.”
Lucas stood frozen, one hand gripping the stair’s banister like his life depended on it while wondering if this was all just a dream his subconscious came up with to torture him.
The two of you looked straight out of a fantasy and Lucas tried his hardest to commit the view to memory before the moment was over. Mo with his broad back and that ridiculous little bun in his hair. He briefly wondered how long it would stay before your desperate fingers tugged on his hair hard enough to undo it. And you. Oh so delicately perched on the bed, not quite sitting, not quite kneeling, but completely captivating. His eyes trailed from your wide eyes, down your neck and to your chest, miles and miles of skin laid bare before him. Your whole body moved under the weight of your heavy breathing but he couldn’t be blamed for getting his gaze stuck on your breasts. In his defense, they looked at him first.
Lucas was staring. He knew the situation was uncomfortable but he couldn’t look away. Soft flesh and hard nipples. Mo had left two marks on the curve of one breast, close together as if he had gone to pull away but couldn’t help himself after the first. Small and dark like the only piece of clothing still covering you, preventing him from seeing every last centimeter of your body.
“Hi Lu.”
His eyes snapped up only to meet yours, looking back at him. You continued to look at him as Moritz reached out and touched your naked form. Lucas stood frozen as he watched his friend run a large hand down the path his gaze had taken moments earlier, down your neck and towards your chest, before covering one of your breasts with his palm.
Neither of you moved to break eye contact, not even when your sweet smile gave way to a moan so filthy it almost made him choke on air.
The two of you made such a pretty dirty picture. Mo’s thumb moved, toying with your nipple and you gasped. It made Lucas want to lean down and fit his mouth right at the space where your skin met. Wanted to wrap his lips around the hard nub and suck. To taste the rough skin on Mo’s hand before biting down, not enough to hurt but just enough to make sure it’s real.
It wasn’t another moan that snapped him out of his daydream. Mo had stepped away from your side and by the time Lucas noticed, his friend already stood in front of him, reaching out to take the arm that wasn’t clinging to the banister. Lucas let himself be pulled the last step until they were both standing at the top of the stairs. Moritz was still holding his arm, running his thumb over the inside of his forearm. Lucas got lost in the feeling until it pulled away.
The other man’s hand didn’t leave his body entirely though. Gently —and slow as if he was afraid Lucas would run— Mo’s hands came up to cup his face before the other man bent down and brought their lips together. By the time his brain caught up with what was happening and moved to reciprocate the kiss the other man had pulled away already. Lucas chased him, without thinking about it, rising up on his tiptoes to catch Mo’s mouth again before he realized what he was doing. Their lips didn’t touch again though. Instead he opened his eyes to find Moritz looking down at him, a single eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. Lips that had kissed his just seconds before.
They looked at each other for a moment before Mo took his hand again. “Komm.”
He led him into the bedroom behind him, grasp gentle. You were still on the bed, looking at them while —oh— touching yourself. Mo deposited him right next to you, close enough to touch but Lucas didn’t dare to reach out.
You didn’t seem to have that reservation, pressing yourself against his side and making him swallow hard. “You joining us?”
Lucas could feel both of your eyes on him as he looked at the floor. Was he?
The moment the yes left his lips you were on him, pushing at his chest until he fell back onto the bed and swinging a leg over his middle to sit on him. “Awesome.”
Your lips were softer than Mo’s, he noticed, as you bent down and kissed him. It wasn’t a sweet kiss like the one between your boyfriend and him had been. No. You kissed like you wanted to devour him. And Lucas would gladly let you.
He hesitated for a moment, maybe one or two of his racing heartbeats, before he let himself touch you. The sounds you made when he finally got his hands on your chest, —honey sweet and muffled against his own mouth, so painfully familiar after everything that happened. Lucas had been growing hard since he saw you and Moritz on the bed but now he could chase that pleasure. With you squirming on his lap, almost completely naked with the exception of your tiny underwear.
Lucas let his hands wander. He wanted to, needed to, feel more of your body. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew every centimeter of you. He let his hands dip lower, wandering down your sides only for them to bump against Mo’s hands where they were resting on your hip.
It wasn’t like he had forgotten that Moritz was there (there was no possible situation in which he could ever forget about Moritz) but this —touching him while touching you— made him feel exhilarated in a way he couldn’t place. Their fingers overlapped for a second but instead of pulling his hands away like Lucas had thought, Moritz put them on top of his own and pulled them the last few centimeters until they were resting on your ass. You moaned against his mouth and kissed him harder.
His own whine was silenced by your tongue as Moritz moved his own hands away. It was just a simple touch but Lucas already found himself missing it after seconds. His hands didn’t stay gone for long though.
Lucas jumped as Mo’s hands landed in his lap, pulling away from you and trying to look around your bodies as his friend fidgeted with the waistband of his pants, working on the knotted drawstring while skillfully avoiding touching his bulge.
“Great idea.” Lucas had no idea how your voice already sounded so wrecked as you addressed Mo before turning back to him. “Take off your clothes!”
The two of you watched as Lucas stripped down, sat on the edge of the bed, giving him your full attention. Some time between him losing his socks and him pulling his shirt over his head your hand had found its way into Mo’s boxers but Lucas didn’t mind. Your eyes were still on him.
It wasn’t until he was standing in front of you in his underwear that he wondered what you were even doing.
“What now?”
It was Moritz that stood up while you leaned back on the bed. “Now,” he wrapped an arm around Lucas’ middle, leaning close enough that his hair tickled his cheek, “Now you’re going to fuck my girlfriend.”
His hands didn’t leave his body, staying wrapped around Lucas as he rid himself of his boxers and guiding him to climb on the bed until he was holding himself up above you. The knowledge that you were beneath him, completely bare and just waiting for him to take you apart, drove him wild. Your arms wrapped around his neck and Lucas wanted nothing more than to lean down, get his mouth on your skin and his dick inside you when he remembered something.
“Hold on. Uh… condoms?”
You looked past him, sharing a look with Mo before the other man spoke up from beside you. “We don’t- Do you have any? We don’t use them but I can… get you one if you want?”
He turned to look between you two, trying to figure things out. “If-”
“I’m on the pill.” You interrupted them. “So you don’t have to use one.”
He looked between you two again, seeing Mo shrug before you pulled his upper body down to you again.
Mo’s voice was low as he spoke. “Go on. Make her feel good.”
Lucas didn’t know if it was an order or permission. Truthfully, thinking about anything beside you and Mo and him and Mo and you seemed impossible to him at the moment. All he could focus on was your face as he entered you, Mo’s hand on his back as he pressed inside, the way you felt around him. He was lost in the feeling, lost in the way you pulled him closer, lost in your mouth. A tangle of limbs and soft skin.
The bed dipped beside them and Lucas pulled away from you to see Moritz stretched out and watching you. His hair had come undone, falling into his face, and he wanted to reach out and run his hands through it, tug on it, watch his friend react to the touch.
You beat him to it though, grabbing for Mo with ease and pulling him in for a kiss. He had to move a little to give you space but he didn’t mind stopping his thrusts because the picture in front of him made up for everything. Up close he could hear your kiss more than he could see it, the deep rumble as Mo groaned, your sharp intake of breath. Lucas felt you shift beneath him so he started to move again. Slower this time. Almost teasing you.
Mo moaned again as you tugged his head lower by the hair. Lucas watched as he kissed his way down the valley of your throat before reaching your chest. He felt the moment Mo wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, the way you tightened around him, head thrown back and eyes closed. He was lost in the sight of you, hips moving in a rhythm of their own making as he tried to keep giving you pleasure for as long as he could.
Lucas was so focused on you and Mo’s mouth on your breasts that he didn’t notice his friend’s hand wandering between your bodies until he felt it, right where you were connected. Mo didn’t look up as his skillful fingers moved and Lucas tried to continue fucking you like you deserved but the combination of you clenching around him and Moritz tracing around his shaft where he was fucking into you was too much. He barely managed to hold himself up in order to not squish you two beneath him but Mo’s arm still ended up trapped, his head bumping against Lucas’ chest as he lifted it from your boob.
It was you who took charge, commandeering them to your liking. Mo withdrew with a deep sigh and Lucas couldn’t help but watch his friend for a moment. He was flushed, hair a mess and his mouth so plush he wanted nothing more than to lean over and connect their mouths. How had they only kissed once so far? Instead it was you who pulled him in for a kiss, soft and sweet, barely more than a peck even if you tightened around him again causing him to moan against your lips.
“Can you pull out real quick so that I can turn around?”
He did. A little slow so that he could savor the moment. When you turned to lay on your stomach he only mourned your boobs the normal amount.
“Alright.”
Lucas positioned himself again. Right at your entrance, fingers on one hand pushing the soft flesh of your ass aside so that he could see. “Can I…?”
“If you don’t fuck me right now…” The rest of your words were swallowed by a moan as he pushed inside again.
The angle was different but no less intoxicating as he started to move. Slower than before. Savoring it. His eyes followed the line of your spine from your butt up to —oh.
Mo had moved again while Lucas had been so distracted by you. He was now sitting against the headboard of his bed, legs spread and long on either side of your body, as you took him into your mouth. Mo had his eyes closed, his own mouth hanging open as he focused on your mouth and your mouth only, but Lucas couldn’t blame him. While he couldn’t see you he was sure you made a pretty picture.
Lucas was careful as he picked up the pace. Every push of his hips against yours also pushed you onto Moritz and he didn’t want you to choke on his friend while he mindlessly chased his pleasure.
Mo was similarly holding back. One of his hands rested on the back of your head but he was careful not to push.
You were a precious thing, laying between them and taking them both.
Lucas leaned down a little, his movement just enough to change the angle at which he was fucking you a little bit. Your response was instantaneous, clenching around him while also humming around Mo’s dick. Both men swore at the sensation.
When he opened his eyes he saw that Mo was staring back at him and for a split second Lucas wondered if his friend would kiss him again. The angle was off but if they leaned just a little bit or maybe if you… he didn’t get to finish the thought because Mo’s eyes squeezed shut and a tell-tale shudder ran through his body.
His own hips stuttered at the sight but he hoped you wouldn’t mind too much that he ruined his rhythm yet again. He didn’t know how anybody could watch Moritz come and not get distracted. And really, it was incredibly unfair that his friend had a pretty o-face on top of everything. When he looked up to look at you two again Lucas let out a quiet laugh at the sight in front of him, more involuntarily than not. Mo had shuffled out from under you and had flopped back on his side next to them. He laid there, violent blush spreading down his heaving chest and softening dick out without a care in the world. The authenticity of it burned.
“Ja, ja. Laugh all you want; tomorrow she’ll blow you and we’ll see how long you’ll last.”
You laughed too, walls fluttering around him as you did. The pace of his hips picked up again as he started to fuck you in earnest. With Moritz no longer in front of you he didn’t have to worry about fucking you into him too much. Instead he could listen to the way you moaned for him, the way your breath hitched when he changed the angle at which he was hitting you, the way you begged for him.
Lucas moved harder, arms on either side of your body holding him up above you while he thrusted into you. The whole bed was moving and in the back of his head he thought about that first night he heard you and Mo before you tightened around him and he couldn’t think anymore.
Your orgasm took Lucas by surprise, even more than Mo’s did, but it only took him a handful of thrusts to follow you. Too tight to resist any longer. He collapsed onto your back, too overwhelmed to hold himself up any longer, while he continued to grind into you with shallow little thrusts.
It wasn’t until the two of you had completely stilled that Moritz kissed him. It was similar to their first kiss, sweet and languid, only this time Lucas managed to kiss him back. Mo moaned against his lips as he did, pressing back harder before pulling away.
Lucas was gentle as he pulled out. He didn’t miss your little whine at the feeling so he pressed a kiss against your shoulder blade before fully rolling over to lay next to you. On the other side of your body Mo was just becoming active again, reaching out to touch you now that Lucas wasn’t on top of you any more.
He watched as your boyfriend helped you turn over until you were laying on your back again, kissing you so filthily that Lucas had to swallow even though he had been inside you only moments ago. He sat up a little more, resting his head on one of Mo’s pillows until he could rest comfortably and watch you. His own private show.
He was too exhausted to touch himself when Moritz started kissing down your body but the image would be burned into his mind forever. His friend kissed his way down your body, adding another mark to the ones on your boob before moving lower. You were gasping again, hands fisted in his curls, but you weren’t pulling Mo up or pushing him down, you were simply tugging on the strands as Mo moaned.
He reached out to you just as Mo reached your middle, palming one of your boobs as Mo licked into you for the first time. Lucas was torn between watching your face or watching him eat you out but that decision was quickly made for him when he remembered that he didn’t wear a condom.
He had come inside of you.
And Mo was eating you out.
Something about his best friend possibly tasting him in you made his head feel fuzzy. His stomach grew heavy with need while he watched. One hand absentmindedly thumbing at your nipple as he cupped one of your boobs, the other hand reaching down to play with himself. He didn’t think he’d come again so soon after but the movement of his hand felt more like drawn out pleasure than overstimulation so he continued to slowly jerk himself.
Mo was grinding against the mattress but the lazy way he moved made it clear to him that he wasn’t chasing another release either. He was focused on eating you out. Lucas was focused on him eating you out, too.
It didn’t take long for you to come again. Not with the way Mo was devouring you. Watching you come was different than feeling you come around him. Obviously. But Lucas could have sworn you didn’t shake like that when he had made you come, a full body shiver against the sheets. One of your hands left Mo’s hair and gripped his thigh instead as you fell apart and Lucas couldn’t even flinch at the pain of your nails leaving little indents on his skin because the knowledge that you seemed him out, unconsciously as it be, in the throes of pleasure made up for it tenfold.
He reveled in the feeling. Watching Mo pull away from your pussy while your biting grip on his thigh slowly turned into a gentle pet.
Lucas was expecting the two of you to gather yourselves soon, to send him on his merry way to the room next door never to talk about this night again. Mo might’ve been talking about another time in the morning but that was simple dirty talk in the moment and not something he’d cling to, if only to protect his heart from getting attached.
He was preparing himself to leave when you tugged him down from where he was lounging until you could roll over, keeping him on the bed with your body on his. Your head came to rest on his chest and he felt nervous, wondering if you could hear how fast his heart was beating. Hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, relieved when you snuggled closer.
Lucas hadn’t even realized that Moritz had left until the older man walked in holding his own blanket. He didn’t realize why he had gotten it but then Mo started to try and get his own blanket off the bed with Lucas and you still on it. Oh yeah, they had fucked on top of the duvet. It was awkward but all it did was make you laugh, not get up or attempt to help him in any way. When he had finally wrangled it free he simply dumped it on the floor before throwing Lucas’ over them. It fell in a way that covered your head completely and the way he could feel your giggle against his skin as he pushed it down a little so that you could breathe made his heart race even more than before. If you hadn’t heard it before, now you surely did.
“Can you move a little?”
The two of you were laying a little off center on the bed. Maybe if they’d be closer to the other side three people could fit in there but right now it seemed impossible for Mo to get in with you as well. Lucas wasn’t one to leave his friend without a sleeping place. You were still clinging to him though, only lifting your head a little to look at them. Lucas used that opportunity to shuffle a bit closer to the center, moving your body with him, even just for a few centimeters.
It must have been enough for Mo because he lifted a corner of the blanket and laid down next to them. It was a tight fit but he reckoned that he could turn with you enough that you would lay in between them. Before he could move though Moritz put his arm around you. Both of you.
Lucas knew that he shouldn’t enjoy this so much but he let himself be held either way. Mo felt warm and solid against his side and when Lucas curled up around you a little more he followed suit and curled up around him. He never really cared if he was the big spoon or the little spoon, usually defaulting to being the big spoon, but being a middle spoon made something he couldn’t describe settle inside him.
He yawned, wide but silent. They would let him stay the night. Maybe they would let him stay beyond that. His sleepy mind didn’t share the same worries that he had ten minutes ago so he let himself enjoy your embrace.
Somewhere between your soft breathing on his chest and barely there kisses against the back of his neck, Lucas fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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Hi Josh !
About Magdalene receiving the Golden Legend as a gift. I was curious if you had considered the fact the story of St. Moritz doesn't line up with the life of Saint Maurice as told by Voragine ?
Given that other characters claim that St. Moritz died at Tassing, I wonder if Magdalene was shocked by Voragine's book, or if she simply assumed that the man was wrong, or something else entierly ?
Thanks so much !
(Yeah, very specific and weird question, I know lol)
It's not a weird question but vitae were inconsistent in that era and there could be multiple origin (and miracle, and death) stories circulating for centuries. The church wasn't in the habit of regulating/reconciling vitae in general circulation (and it would have been extremely difficult even if they wanted to).
It's likely that Magdalene would believe Voragine's version of events was wrong: Moritz was Tassing's saint and who would know the story better than they?
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“Did you bring the Heine souvenirs with you?”: Rudolf’s last Christmas present for his mother
As Christmas approached, I started to search for Habsburg stories related to this holiday to share with you, and almost inevitably I once again looked into Crown Prince Rudolf’s last Christmas. The Christmas Eve of 1888 is known mostly for having been full of ominous signs of Rudolf’s deteriorating mental health that his family either was unable to notice or simply chose to ignore. I have a second post coming up related to that, but in this post I’m covering a different topic: the last present Rudolf gave to his mother, Empress Elisabeth.
December 24 was a special day for the Imperial family not only because it was Christmas Eve, but also because it was Elisabeth’s birthday. It was, then, a double celebration for the family. And on the 24th of December of 1888 the Crown Prince surprised his mother with a very special gift: a bundle of letters written by her favorite author, the poet Heinrich Heine.
Elisabeth’s deep admiration for Heine was well known: months earlier she had publicly supported and financially collaborated in the creation of a monument in honor of Heine in Düsseldorf, the poet’s hometown. The project, however, had a huge backlash by the anti-semites and German nationalists (Heine was Jewish), and soon Elisabeth was attacked by them. The campaign against Heine’s devotees in the press was so strong that eventually Elisabeth was forced to withdraw her support; the monument, rejected from city to city in Germany, finally was placed in New York, where it still stands (Hamann, 1978, 1986).
Rudolf, who had long been a supporter of Jewish rights, was probably happy to find that his mother shared his sentiments regarding the growing anti-semitism of the late 19th century. It was likely the fiasco of the monument that prompted Rudolf to get the Empress a Heine-related birthday and Christmas gift. For this task he asked his friend, journalist Moritz Szeps, to travel to Paris and acquire for him a bundle of letters that Heine wrote to his friend Alexander Weill. We can find a mention of it in this undated letter Rudolf wrote to Szeps, likely from the first days of December (translation by DeepL, nuances may be lost):
Dear Szeps!
I am glad to know you are here; I would like to thank Frischauer [another journalist friend of Rudolf and Szeps] very much for his letter yesterday and its enclosures. Did you bring the Heine souvenirs with you? I hope to see you in the next few days. With best regards
Your Rudolf (Szeps, 1922, p. 168)
And again, on December 11:
Dear Szeps!
Thank you very much for your letter. Please have Heine’s letters photographed and only then send them to me.
I hope to be able to see you the day after tomorrow.
With warmest regards
Your Rudolf (ibid)
In 1908, writing in the December 25 edition of the Neue Freie Press, Hugo Wittmann claimed that Weill, instead of money, had demanded “nothing more for his treasure than that the Crown Prince asked him for it in writing and send him a photographic copy of the papers upon receipt” (DeepL translation) which would explain why Rudolf asked Moritz to first photograph the letters before sending them to him. Historian Brigitte Hamann, however, claims differently: according to her the Crown Prince in fact paid an exorbitant amount of money for the letters. Whatever the case, when the Imperial family opened their presents at 4 o’clock in the afternoon of Christmas Eve, Elisabeth found a packet full of letters of her favorite poet.
This was, no doubt, a touching personal present that shows how much Rudolf cared for his mother. But what did Elisabeth think of this gift? As always, Hamann’s The Reluctant Empress is very straightforward:
In order to prove that he revered his mother, Rudolf paid an outrageous price in Paris for eleven Heine autographs and placed them under the Christmas tree for the Empress. Elisabeth, however, was so preoccupied with her daughter's engagement that she did not pay Rudolf’s gift the attention he had expected. (1986, p. 339)
Reading this, I’ve always felt sorry for Rudolf: he clearly put a lot of thought into finding the perfect present for his mother, only for it to go unnoticed. At least, that’s what I believed until I read Hamann’s previous work, her biography of the Crown Prince published first in 1978:
Whether the Empress appreciated the shy homage of her son, whether she felt how much he practically vied for her understanding, since both of them were attacked by the same people, is highly unlikely. According to all sources, Elisabeth at this time was totally occupied with Valerie, her “only one,” with her engagement and the impending pain of parting with her favorite child. (2017)
“Highly unlikely”. No source backing this up. It was then when I realized that Elisabeth disregarding her son’s present was pure speculation on Hamann’s part. Between her biography of Rudolf and her biography of Elisabeth she seems to have convinced herself that the empress didn’t care for the letters at all, and “unlikely” became just “she did not pay attention”.
I won’t be too harsh on Hamann: I also think Elisabeth’s main concern that Christmas was Valerie’s engagement. According to Valerie’s diary, both her parents were very moved that day because she was going to get engaged in the evening. But that doesn’t have to mean that Elisabeth didn’t care for Heine’s letters. We just don’t know what Elisabeth thought of the gift, since (as far as I could find) none of the people that were present during the unwrapping of the gifts wrote down her reaction. Valerie only wrote in her diary that “Little Elisabeth [Rudolf’s daughter] was very happy about the presents and played with her things while we dined in the Alexandrian room on the left” (1998, p. 164). And the next time Rudolf wrote to Szeps, on December 27, the only allusion to the past Christmas Eve he made was thanking him for his “congratulations on the happy family event” (1922, p. 168) i.e. the engagement of his sister. No mention of Heine by anyone, anywhere.
We do also have, however, an interesting account of the opening of the presents in Egon Corti’s 1934 biography of Empress Elisabeth:
And so Christmas Eve, 1888, came round, and with it Elizabeth’s birthday. Rudolf and his wife were among the guests, and the Crown Prince presented his mother with Hugo Wittmann’s edition of Heine’s letters, at which Francis Joseph cast an ironical glance but made no comment. (p. 386)
No mention of Elisabeth’s reaction to the letters, but he does give us Franz Josef’s. Sadly Corti does not give a source for this account, which opens a new mystery: from where did he learn this? There is a mistake in the quoted fragment: the letters Rudolf acquired were original, written by Heine himself; Hugo Wittmann only published them in the aforementioned Neue Freie Press edition of 1908. But I wouldn’t straight up disregard this account either: not only Corti had access to now lost primary sources, he also worked closely with Valerie’s children. Who knows, maybe this was a family anecdote he learned from them.
So, did Elisabeth ignore her son’s thoughtful gift because all she cared about was Valerie’s engagement? We can’t know for certain. I think it is safe to assume Valerie was her main priority that day, but unless a primary source that explicitly states that she did not care for the letters appears, I don’t think it’s right (nor fair) to claim that she was indifferent to Rudolf’s present.
Sources:
Corti, Egon Caesar Conte (1936). Elizabeth, empress of Austria (translation by Catherine Alison Phillips)
Hamann, Brigitte (2017). Rudolf. Crown Prince and Rebel (translation by Edith Borchardt)
Hamann, Brigitte (1986). The Reluctant Empress: A Biography of Empress Elisabeth of Austria (translation by Ruth Hein)
Schad, Martha and Schad, Horst [ed.] (1998). Das Tagebuch der Lieblings Tochter von Kaiserin Elisabeth. 1878-1899
Szeps, Julius [ed.] (1922). Kronprinz Rudolf. Politische Briefe an einen Freund. 1882-1889
Wittmann, Hugo (1908, December 25). Ein Geschenk des Kronprinzen Rudolf an seine Mutter, Neue Freie Press
#tl;dr: hamann's bias strikes again#crown prince rudolf of austria#empress elisabeth of austria#heinrich heine#historian: brigitte hamman#historian: egon caesar conte corti
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I don't even know of this is a good idea, but something where Roomate! Moritz comes back from a hard day at practice and you just help him relax, talk to him, take care of him, where you get him a bath and kiss him all over the face until he smiles. With prompts 1&11. Maybe you have feelings but anyone has confessed yet. Thank you!!!
Thank you so much for the request! I love Mo so I hope this turns out well!
1.) Cradling their face in your hands and softly kissing their forehead
11.) Washing their hair
I never thought I would be roommates with the star defenseman of an NHL team. A family friend of mine is a trainer for the Red Wings. He knew I had an open room in a nice apartment by Little Caesar’s Arena so he asked if Mo could say with me his rookie year.
I said yes because I owed him a favor and I needed someone to split the rent with. It was a win-win.
In the beginning it was hard to get to know Mo. There was a language barrier and he was kinda shy with me. After a while he really opened up to me and now he’s my best friend. The only downside is the feelings I have for him because I can’t tell if he feels the same way.
Mo walks through the door after practice today with an odd look on his face. He looks solemn and hurt. “Hey what’s wrong?” I ask, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around him.
“Bad day.” He whispers into my neck. I ignore the goose bumps and kiss him on the forehead.
I hug him tighter, “What do you want to do today to feel better?” I release him so I can see his face while I talk to him.
“I don’t know. I stink and I’m in a bad mood. Are you sure you want to hang out with me?” He has the cutest grumpy look on his face.
“Yes I’m sure, I always want to hang out with you. But maybe you should take a bath first.” He scowls, “I can help you.” Then he smiles.
I start the water in the tub and grab some things from the closet while he undresses and gets in. When I enter the bathroom I make sure to keep my eyes on his face no matter how badly they want to wander.
He still has the grumpy look on his face and I can’t help but smile at it. “What can I do to make Moritz Seider smile?” I say aloud in stupid voice making his lips twitch. I start kissing his forehead and his hair aggressively and I can hear him chuckle.
“Stop, I’m all sweaty. It will ruin your lips.” He says pushing me away.
I blush, “Why are you concerned about my lips and where they go?” I joke happy to see a smile on his face.
“I like your lips,” he mumbles.
I go quiet for a little bit. I wash his hair while I process the words I just heard. His hair is long, thick, and curly. It requires a lot of attention so I’m taking my time. I can feel his gaze on me and it’s becoming hard to think.
“I like more then just your lips.” He says causing my breath to hitch, “I like you.”
“I would hope so,” I say trying to make it more lighthearted. “We’re best friends right?”
He sighs, “Y/n you know what I mean.” He searches my eyes, “I have feelings for you.”
I stay silent for a little bit then I admit, “I have feelings for you too. I have for a little while, I’m afraid that I’m dreaming this.” I can see him relax and smile.
He leans in and whispers, “You’re not dreaming.” Then his lips collide with mine for the first time. They belong on his. We belong together. He pulls me into the bath with him, clothes and all. I don’t even care because it’s perfect.
He is perfect.
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Family | King Schultz x m!reader
@margheeeeritii asked: hello it's me again, i hope your'e having a nice day :)
i wnated to request an M!readerxKing Schultz whit the prompt "You didn't tell them we're married?" were Django comes to visit his old friend only to find out he's married now and settled down.
thank you very much!
summary: a visit from Django and Broomhilde gets Schultz both excited and anxious.
tws: swearing, smoking
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Django and Broomhilde were in town for a week, which was fine and dandy by all accounts, and although you were excited to meet them, to meet your son-in-law and his wife, you could see that King was more than nervous about it; pottering around the house to make sure that everything looked perfect for them, tearing his hair out to make family dishes just the way his Mutter and his Vater used to.
He wanted it to be special, and although he was in agony doing it, you could tell that the only way be would calm down would be when Django and Broomhilde walked through the door.
You had heard many stories about Django, of course, of what he and King did during their time together as bounty hunters, and you couldn't deny that you were absolutely looking forward to meeting the man, the myth, the very legend himself; even if your husband was in agony over it, wanting everything to be perfect, wanting everything to be just right.
When you heard the sound of horses approaching, you looked out the window, and smiled when you saw two people; it couldn't be anyone else, as nobody ever came too close to the house for fear that the big guard dog, an old greyhound called Moritz, would tear them limb from limb. Even the postman would abandon letters and parcels at the very edge of the property.
But as the two riders came closer, Moritz didn't stir. Still sound asleep in his basket beside your desk. It wasn't until the riders had dismounted, left their horses with Fritz, and knocked on the door that the big dog dared to open an eye; he huffed, and raised his head, following after you when you went to answer.
"Uhm, pardon me," the man took his hat off, and looked at you with raised brows. "But you ain't seen King Schultz, have you?"
"Yeah, he's in the kitchen," you nodded. "You're Django, right?"
"Right," he smiled, clearing his throat and gesturing to the lady beside him. "This is Broomhilde."
"Hilde," she corrected, shaking your hand. "And you are?"
"(y/n)," you smiled at them, gesturing for them to come inside. "(y/n) Schultz... and that supposed guard dog is Moritz."
"Moritz," Broomhilde smiled, dropping to her knees so that she could pet the dog as he wagged his tail.
Django looked around, noticing the various little trinkets and keepsakes that littered the house, but when he noticed a particular photograph, he paused, and gestured for you to come over. "That's you and King, ain't it?"
"Yeah," you shrugged. "We took that when we were visiting Vienna together."
"Huh," Django nodded. "What was it like?"
"Oh, absolutely lovely," you grinned, fond rememberance in your eyes. "We went to this little saloon not far from where we were staying, and the whisky was dirt cheap... but the food was even better, if I'm honest."
Django hummed, not thinking very much of it. "Where's he now?"
"In the kitchen," you told him, patting his arm gently. "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll go get him."
You left Broomhilde and Django to look around, to get comfortable, heading to the kitchen; Schultz was smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the counter, a pot on the stove as he sighed.
"Everything alright, Hase?"
Schultz nodded, scratching his beard as he grumbled ever so softly. "This is taking far longer than it should, mein Mann."
You smiled, shaking your head as you came to stand beside him, your arm going around his waist. "Django and Hilde are here... Moritz didn't even fucking stir until I opened the door."
"Of course he didn't," Schultz laughed softly. "He's a guard dog, he won't protect us from family."
You dared to chuckle, but then you frowned a little as you thought about how Django had not even recognised your name. "King, by any chance, did you forget something?"
He fell silent, thinking about it for a moment. "Actually, I did."
"What did you forget?"
"I forgot to mention that I had a loving husband," he admitted, like he was ashamed at his own momentary forgetfulness. "Didn't I?"
"You didn't tell them we're married? What next, you'll forget our anniversary?" You joked softly, making him laugh as he tried not to grumble at you. "It's fine, I'm sure they'll figure it out - they're smart."
He was relieved, to say the least, that you weren't angry at him for forgetting to mention that he had settled down and had a stunning husband who he hoped to spend the rest of his days with; but he did still feel quite guilty about it.
"If it helps, we've got your favourite for dinner."
"Yeah?" You asked with a soft hum. "Is it your Vater's recipe, or mine?"
"It's a mix of both," he admitted. "Aber... it'll be gut, trust me."
"I dunno about trusting you," you teased. "You did forget to tell Django and Hilde that you have a husband."
"Es tut mir leid," Schultz sighed. "Vergib mir... bitte, mein geliebter?"
You kissed his cheek, gently padding his chest as you pulled away and nodded. "I'll forgive you, Doctor."
He was still nervous, especially when he brought out dinner as everyone sat at the table, and still felt guilty for forgetting his marital status, but once everyone was eating, Schultz finally started to relax; a mix of small talk and roaring laughter started to fill the house, scatterings of in depth intellectual conversation and retellings of the good old days. It felt more like home than it had ever done before.
A family, sitting at the dinner table and eating together - laughing, swapping stories, having real conversations together. It felt more like home with Django and Broomhilde there with you.
"So, come on," Broomhilde set her fork down, a mostly empty plate resting between her elbows on the table as she looked at you with slightly raised brows. "When did you and the Doctor marry?"
"Ooh, uh..." you rubbed the back of your neck as you tried to think about it. "Our ketubah was signed nearly... two, three years ago."
"Three years," Schultz started, "two months, one week and fourteen hours."
You stared at him for a second, a grin coming to your lips as you dared to reach for his hand. "You kept time?"
"I kept time," he agreed.
"That's really sweet," Django nodded. "Y'know... Hilde and I were talking while you was in the kitchen."
"Yeah?" You hummed.
"D'ya think, maybe, we could stay here, with you, while we're in town?" He asked.
There was a moment of silence, but the Schultz looked at you, and then he looked back at Django as a grin came to his lips. "Natürlich, mein Sohn!"
A family, under the same roof.
#mlem writes#king schultz imagine#king schultz x reader#dr king schultz#django unchained#django#quentin tarantino#christoph waltz#Christoph Waltz x reader#Christoph Waltz imagine
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For the writers Ask: 5,6,9,10,11,13,15,16,23 👀 (if you want to of course)
Yooo, Kris coming in here with ALL the questions! 😆 Thank you for asking, these are a lot of fun :)
5: What is your go-to way to deal with writers block?
I wish I had some sort of guaranteed way of getting over writer's block, but really, when I'm not feeling it, I usually just do something else for a while. And when I do write, it's more bullet points of ideas or sometimes random little moments, lines or scenes that might turn into something later but most often just clutter up my file haha.
6: Do you have a motivational cycle? (As in phases in which you barely write and phases in which you write so much holy shit)
It's not a cycle as such. I feel like my writing motivation is very dependant on my general stress level. So I'm pretty motivated at the moment, since I just had 3 weeks off and managed to relax a lot and completely forget about work for that time.
Also, I'm not even going to pretend my motivation isn't heavily impacted by how readers react to my stories. That's honestly been a bit of a sticking point for me recently, because out of all the people who read my last couple of shorter stories only a handful actually liked them and I'm wondering if it's because the stories were mostly focused on secondary/minor characters or if my writing was just crap. (ok so I know one of them wasn't that good, which is why I've put it in my hidden collection for now to be reworked later) But even then, I try to just go no fuck you I can write whatever I want! and keep going. (that's directed at myself btw, not my readers :D)
Well, that's a lot of text just to say 'no' haha.
9: What genre is your favourite to write?
Gotta be Hurt/Comfort, right? I love reading that stuff and I love writing it. With straight up Fluff being a close second.
10: Do you read and write similar stuff or are there differences?
Very similar. The biggest difference is probably that I can't write all the things I read.
11: What kind of relationships do you like writing best? (Family, platonic, romantic, etc.)
I most love writing relationships that aren't easy to categorize or that blur the lines.
A relationship between two characters that is full of trust and love and intimacy, but there's no romance or sex involved. Or a developing qpr between three characters, all of whom have kind of a different view of what they are and how they work. Or the two guys, one of whom is ace and the other is straight and aro, still getting into a committed relationship. Or the former couple, who still love each other, but who are in their own way grieving their former relationship that just didn't work out.
And since I love writing about emotional self-discovery, that also often plays a large part in those relationships. Like for example, I always write Moritz as aromantic, so while at first glance it seems like his and Ernstls relationship in Die Welt... is a 'normal' romantic one, Moritz is very much confused about a lot of things that are happening and that are perhaps expected of him and he has a long way ahead of him in discovering his own feelings and what they mean.
13: How many WIPs do you have open?
Too many. Let me go look.
Errrr, it's 19. That I'm at least occasionally actively working on. That's not counting random ideas or even all my almost-finished Münster stuff. Yeah, definitely too many.
15: What is the weirdest thing you had to look up for writing?
I once spent a lot of time looking up the organizational structure of the Austrian/Viennese police in the 80s and today and all I got was the certainty that Tatort script writers don't have the slightest idea how those things work and are just making up anything they want XD
16: What is something you didn't have to look up but is still weird to know?
There was a scene in one of my Münster WIPs where I waxed poetic about headphones and tube amps and DACs and digital vs analog for several paragraphs. And then I had to edit out all of my audiophile ramblings.
23: Is there a project you want to talk about?
Hmm. I do have this Coffeeshop AU idea that I've written a few snippets for already. It features one of the relationship dynamics in question 11 (the ace guy and the straight aro guy). I love the whole set-up tbh, I think it works really well.
The backstory is basically, that Moritz used to do all sorts of odd jobs, never anything for long, but then he met Claudia and realised he wanted to give her a stable home, so he opened a coffee shop. Bibi used to be a detective, but with no Sonderermittler Moritz to help her back to her feet and no Ernstl to actually recruit her for the team, she was discharged from the police because of her drinking problem and ended up working for Moritz (whom she knew from one of his odd jobs) and basically running the coffee shop for him. Ernstl meanwhile also never went to work for the police. Instead he lawyered his way up to district attorney. He likes to spend his lunch breaks at a certain coffee shop where eventually Moritz crosses his path.
I feel like this is going to be a long story, although not as monstrously ambitious as Die Welt in unseren Händen. Unfortunately I don't have the time or mental capacity to really get into it in the forseeable future. It also still needs a lot more plot. But yeah, I'm looking forward to writing this story one day.
Writer ask game
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Saw @feelssogoodinmyarms do this and now I want to because I also miss this show dearly.
(By @winter-asleepening)
1. how were you introduced to the show?
A friend introduced me to it in middle school which was around the time DWSA was on Broadway.
2. Seen a production live?
No, I wish.
3. Dream role/character you relate to most
Ever since I first listened to the musical I’ve always wanted to play Ilse. She’s just such a strong character and Blue Wind is my go to (Theatre) karaoke part.
4. Favorite male character
Moritz! I’m also a Georg enjoyer.
5. Favorite female character
Ilse, and specifically Treshelle Edmond/Kathryn Gallagher portrayal of Martha (love Lilli though)
6. Deaf West Revival or Original Broadway Cast?
Okay I the first Spring Awakening bootleg I watched was of OBC, but I feel more connected to DWSA version/cast because they were on Broadway during the time that I first discovered Spring Awakening. I love both so much but I gotta say DWSA for this one. That cast was groundbreaking and so excellent.
7. Favorite song
Don’t Do Sadness/Blue Wind and Touch Me
8. Least favorite song
The Mirror-Blue Night- probably just because I listen to it the least.
9. Favorite quote/line
The lines leading up to The Song Of Purple Summer:
“Listen to what’s in the heart of a child
A song so big in one so small
Soon you will hear where beauty lies
You’ll hear and you’ll recall
The sadness, the doubt
All the loss, the grief
Will belong to some play from the past
As the child leads the way to a dream
A belief
A time of home through the land.”
10. Favorite TV performance
DWSA at Seth Meyers
11. Favorite cast members
I’m a big Andy Mientus fan, also anyone who knows me knows that I love Kathryn Gallagher so much. And Daniel Durant. (Every DWSA cast member holds a special place in my heart, I can’t choose a favorite.) Favorite OBC member is John Gallagher Jr.
12. Favorite cast member moment
Heaven Touch. Or every Periscope.
Do you write fan fiction?
No I’m boring lol
14. Do you make fan art?
No, but I love seeing the beautiful fan art this fandom makes! I feel like I should start. I’ll try to start.
15. Do you cosplay?
No, again I know I��m boring.
16. Don't do Sadness or Blue Wind?
Blue Wind
17. Word of your body or the Reprise?
Reprise
18. Touch Me or My Junk?
Touch Me
19. Explain the song of purple summer
Fun question! It’s a metaphor for change after hard times. Purple Summer is the inevitable good thing that comes after the inevitable bad thing. No matter how harsh and cold the Winter may be, Summer always follows. Just like how no matter how harsh and cold life may be, something good will follow. The play itself is about harsh times and horrible things happening to these children- and then the play just ends… only it doesn’t. The Song of Purple Summer is Spring Awakening’s finale because it tells the audience: “Hey, what you just watched was gut wrenching, but the story isn’t over. Change is coming, Summer is coming. You won’t be here to see it, but it’s happening.”
Thanks again @winter-asleepening for making this! Much love to all my Spring Awakening fam 🤟🏻💜
#this was fun#i gotta start making fanart#broadway#spring awakening#deaf west spring awakening#musical theatre#dwsa#dwsa cast#broadway musicals#spring awakening broadway#asks#musicals
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IM READING BECAUSE WE’RE FAMILY!! IVE FINISHED IT NOW AND I AN RAAAAA I LOVE KENNY BEING A DAD AND I WOULD DIE FOR MORITZ AND GUINNE, I AM REJECTING CANON AND ACCEPTING YOUR FIC AS THE NEW CANON
I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS ASK. FORGIVE ME FOR RESPONDING SO LATE, I STOPPED CHECKING TUMBLR FOR PRETTY MUCH MONTHS. I'm so happy you enjoyed my fic. ❤️❤️ Above all, I'm grateful for the fact you took the time to send me a message. This stuff makes my day, every time. Thank you so much!!!! I hope you'll continue to tune in!! ❤️❤️
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question: What's your honest opinion on the gzsz post and all the lumo drama?
I have to say that I watch gzsz for years now and there were always storylines that disappointed me BUT it is a TV SHOW!!! It's like watching a netflix show - when my fav couple breaks up I am not writing a complaint to the show runner to bring them back. I look at it objectively: Couples break up and the story changes. Especially in a daily soap like gzsz. Marc and Lenny won't stay forever on the show so a break up or the end of lumo is happening sooner or later. Also for an actor it's probably really exciting to discover new sides of their characters and get to act with different actors. Change is not always bad. Usually I try to spread positive vibes on this blog because it's fun and I like the duo but I will be honest and tell you that I am not very enthusiastic right now being associated with the lumo fans. Especially some messages I receive are not very nice tho I never acted out.
Please spread love and only love. And if you don't like the storyline then it's probably better to not watch it until everything calmes down a little bit. I like to discuss with you and I understand the disappointment because there's no gay couple representation on the show anymore but there is no need to be unpolite to the show runners or actors. Also why are we not cherishing the fact that we have a character like Luis who is discovering his sexuality - this is the reality and also Moritz who is now realizing that money and materialism aren't the things that make you happy in your life - but it is the people you are surrounded with and the immaterial things that bring you joy in life.
I think it's great that gzsz knows how many fans the couple has and how much you want them back and to show your support - but only to a certain level.
What about this? Why don't you people send the gzsz team nice messages thanking them for the good times. There will always be bad times but in the end everything will be how it should be.
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Hiiii. I have a request: Mint where they became really good friends, plus 31+13, 28 with Moritz. Maybe you have a cat and when you come back home he is nowhere to be seen so you ran to Moritz flat asking for help. And you go around the city looking for the cat and when you find him you confess.
Random prompt list.
Mint: neighbours.
13. "You said you needed me, I came to help you. Easy"
28. "How do you know if you are in love with someone?"
31. "Why are you doing this for me?"
"Miko?" You walked around your flat looking for your cat, who was a master of hiding and was probably in some corner. You had just arrived and he would be angry because how would you dare to leaving him alone for so many hours. "Miko, baby. Where are you?"
But no, he wasn't on his usual spots. You started to panic when found you had left the kitchen window open. "Oh no"
You rand there and looked about, but Miko was nowhere to be seen. "Miko!"
Nothing. Scared to death, you ran to the only place you could think of. Your neighbour's house. By the time Moritz opened the door you were sobbing.
"Mo" You cried his name and he opened his arms for you. "I-I need you... Please"
"YN. What happened? Are you okay?" The player got really worried. He wrapped you on a big hug and pulled you inside.
"M-Miko... He is not at home a-and I forgot to close a window... And he... He probably scaped and... H-he is a house cat... And..."
Moritz kissed your head and you stopped talking.
"Let's calm down a little bit. We are going to get our jackets and then we are going to look for Miko"
You nodded slowly.
Mo and you had grown close since you met for the first time. He adored you, so he would go out and look for your cat for hours if needed.
That's what you did. You drove around, walked through the closest parks, went to the shelters... But nothing. Miko was nowhere to be seen and it was already dark and cold, plus you hadn't eaten and your stomach was rumbling.
"YN..." He took big steps and walked to you when you insisted to look again in the first park.
"Maybe he got trapped in a tree or something..."
He caught your hand and pulled you to stop.
"YN, please. It's late and you need to eat."
"But Mo..."
"Let's go back, have some dinner and then we'll see what we do"
With tears again in your eyes and feeling extremely weak, you asked: "Why are you doing this for me?"
"Come here" He was a big guys, so his hugs were always so warm. "You said you needed me, I came to help you. Easy" He kissed your temple and dried your tears.
When you arrived to his flat, you felt defeated.
"How is he going to spend the whole night alone? He is a house cat, he eats from cans"
"I trust the boy. He will be out there tomorrow, you'll see. He is probably on adventures"
You smiled a bit. He was just trying to help.
"Thank you very much, Mo . For driving me around and holding my hand the whole afternoon."
He tried to hide it, but he was blushing. But he didn't have time to wait for your answer. He saw something moving in the corner of his eye. He turned quick and opened the d glass door to the balcony.
"You have to see this, YN"
"What"
"Come here"
You walked to him and...
"Miko!"
Getting comfortable on the cushions, Miko was walking in circles in the sofa Moritz had out there.
"Miko!"
The cat looked at you and meowed. Moritz laughed when you ran to each other and hugged him. The cat squeaked a bit and looked at him in panic, but Mo only reached his hand and scratched him behind the ears.
"Don't scare me like that again, silly. You won't survive 24 hours in the dark, even if Mo has a lot of hopes in you. You won't. Don't do that ever again" You told Miko.
"Actually..."
You looked up at Moritz.
"I bought something"
You followed him inside. "I found this in the shelter when you were checking the cages."
You saw the little box on his big hand and walked closer. He was towering over you when he spoke.
"It's a GPS for his collar. If he runs out again you just need to check the phone"
You looked up at him and he chuckled when he saw you pouting.
"Don't put that face! It's a tool."
"It's a perfect gift" You said. "I was so scared..."
"You won't need to be anymore" He said and scratched Miko. "But leave the windows closed."
"I will" You said blushing. He was so special to you. He was perfect.
"Let me put this on you, Miko. You mother almost gives me a heart attack"
You observed how he worked to put the GPS on the collar and you couldn't believe what you were feeling.
"Mo, how do you know if you are in love with someone?"
It caught him off guard.
"Um... I don't know. I'm not so good with this things. Why?"
"Because I think I'm in love with you"
He opened his lips and looked at you. It was such a long time that you started to freak out. But then he grabbed Miko and put him on the floor.
"Stay there Miko, I'm going to kiss your mum"
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Tagged by @pumpking64 thank you so much!!
Share your wallpaper: It‘s THIS art by @neverland-in-space (not gonna put it here bc I don‘t wanna repost)
The last song you listened to: I have a playlist with my favourite songs from this years eurovision that‘s just on repeat the whole time so I‘m gonna put the six songs that are in it here: Cha Cha Cha by Käärijä (Finland), Queen of Kings by Alessandra (Norway), Promise by Voyager (Australia), Blood & Glitter by Lord Of The Lost (Germany), Who the Hell Is Edgar? by TEYA and SALENA (Austria), Carpe Diem by Joker Out (Slovenia). Cha Cha Cha and Queen of Kings are definitely the two I‘ve listened to the most tbh bc I keep putting them on repeat until I remember that I could listen to some of the other songs too.
Currently reading: Started rereading Good Omens for idk the sixth or seventh time now and spatort fics of course
Last Movie: Stereo. Please don‘t ask me what it was about it was some weird german movie I found in the depths of netflix, the only thing I know for sure is that there was a ghost that was played by Moritz Bleibtreu. The last movie I‘ve seen in the cinema was the new Guardians of the Galaxy which made me cry my eyes out.
Craving: Some coffee and for my schürk/ross wg fic to finish itself bc I can‘t find my motivation
What are you wearing right now: cargo-pants and a batman-shirt
How tall are you: 173 so pretty average haha
Piercings: Had earrings since I was six
Tattoos: None, but I wanna get one soon
Glasses? Contacts?: Nope
Last drink: Water. Stay hydrated guys!
Last show: ‚last‘ ist good, I‘m watching seven shows rn (and yes I‘m gonna elaborate on that): 1) Spatort, 2) Soko Leipzig, 3) Polizeiruf Swiecko (the sad gay german cop shows, no one should be surprised by this), 4) Magicians with some friends (how does this show have so much plot I still don‘t understand?!), 5) Dark (every time when I say „hey this would be a funny thing to reveal but actually please don‘t i don‘t want the situation to get worse“ that exact thing is revealed like in the next one to three episodes and by now I‘m just horrified by everything), 6) Mord mit Aussicht (my bestie pressured me for weeks until I gave in and honestly it‘s pretty entertaining and another german cop show), 7) Supernatural bc for some reason I thought that is a good idea
Last thing you ate: some bread for breakfast
Favourite colour: Purple and green :)
Current obsession: The already mentioned sad gay german cop shows
Unrelated obsession: Norse Mythology
Any pets: Nope, but my parents have two cats and I‘ve missed them every day since I moved out
Do you have a crush on anyone: Nope
Favourite fictional character: It‘s been Loki for years so I guess he deserves to be on here (not just the Marvel version but in general) and I guess currently it‘s Adam Schürk haha
The last place you traveled: Spent a week in a village near Burg (bei Magdeburg) last month :)
Tagging: @shadow-of-a-cloud @homoromoacecase @neverland-in-space @lyxchen @anotherobsessedfangirl @schuerk-wie-schurke @ancient-namess and anyone else who wants to do this :)
#tag game#the obsession being the sad german cop shows is so relatable pumpking!!!#also very good taste in favourite colour :)#as you can see i‘m still not over the disaster that was eurovision#i keep thinking about how we behaved like some insane football (as in soccer) fans watching like the finale of the world cup or something#while the points were announced#also sorry for taking so long i typed this whole post yesterday and then tried to save it as a draft bc i had to look up someones username#but when i tried to do that my wifi was gone and i couldn‘t do anything#anyways the post was miraculously still there when i just opened tumblr#my wifi was gone for nearly 24 hours and it wasn‘t even my fault i think it was a general problem#which is pretty wild but well it‘s back
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15 questions + 15 friends (tagged by my beloveds @whitenikes & @acheronist 🥰💕 thank you thank you!!)
1. Are you named after anyone?
technically yes… i’m named after a character in a book but my mom has never been able to remember what book 🫡
2. When was the last time you cried?
i don’t usually log frequent crier miles but i definitely cried in december (??) watching the music video for “amelia” for a variety of reasons
3. Do you have kids?
nope! i do refer to my students as my kids sometimes on accident and have freaked out more than one person by saying “my kids” lmao
4. What sports do you play/have played?
currently i play rugby, although i grew up playing a lot of sports—i did volleyball, basketball, track, and danced competitively (which is probably the sport i miss the most)
5. Do you use sarcasm?
me? using sarcasm? never :) here i usually don’t because it doesn’t come across the same over text and irl it’s usually just with people i’m comfortable with and know will get it
6. What is the first thing you notice about someone?
oooo outfit maybe? voice? context dependent for sure
7. What’s your eye color?
legally, hazel. illegally, whatever color the nearest person to me says that they are at the time
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
happy endings :)
9. Any talents?
(insert the quinn hughes 😬 on the bench reaction meme please i’m trying ok!!)
i can bake pretty decently! athletic if that’s a talent? i would love to learn how to do more artsy things (got a crochet kit & paint with watercolor sometimes)
10. Where were you born?
michigan 🧤<- not a mitten but i’d show you where i’m from on it if i could
11. What are your hobbies?
reading, although i never have as much time to read as i want to (send me book recs please)… i count sports as a hobby and i just got a really pretty new puzzle! also, obviously, hockey.
12. Do you have any pets?
yes!!! i have a canary and a society finch (orville and duncan), a hypo corn snake (apollo! he has hearts on his head!), and two cats (john watson and effie). in the future i’d love to have a dog again, since i just lost him this past summer
13. How tall are you?
moritz seider (5’3”)
14. Favorite subject in school?
real hot girls speak german 💅 it’s either that or biology but i feel like that’s little bit of a cop out
15. Dream job?
re: the cop out above, dream job is working as a veterinarian for a zoo! so it makes sense i love biology lol
tagging @songsandswords @kj-op @hiding-from-reality-56 @catboy-mahura and anyone else who’d like to and hasn’t done it already!!
#liv in the replies#i don’t always do tag games because i am Shy but i am going to Make An Effort y’all i promise#assorted random comments:#the amount of googling i have done to try and figure out what book i was named after so i could read it… it’s a curse#you can have it in the tags because i didn’t want to put it in text but i am a SAP i will cry about/to medias a lot easier than my life#and generally i really only cry when i’m hormonal l m a o wish it weren’t so#i am a great lakes girlie now & forever midwest kids are doing alright. can’t imagine living somewhere w/o lakes although the ocean’d be ok#i did however make it a goal to read a book every day that i was on break and we did that!!! my other goal did not get accomplished#(finish a fic) because i was like oh i’ll have so much time!!! and then bam i worked like. 40h weeks lmao. every time :))))#hopefully today i’ll write though if i get everything figured out for [redacted] and i keep forgetting i still have tomorrow too#the most important part about my pets is that orville & duncan (birds) are questionably gay for each other :) &are EXACTLY like their names#me vs my anxiety that i am Bothering People when i tag them: FIGHT#please know if i didn’t tag you but you would’ve done this i love you with my entire heart i just got scared i would be bothering you 💕#but also like. tell me so i can tag you next time without fear because i love learning about my mutuals 🥺 y’all are the coolest#tag game
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OMG ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY
also hi can you tell me about the cast of dwsa. if you feel like it. because i am very curious,,
I hope you know what you're getting yourself into with this
Ok i will start with Austin. Austin McKenzie is the only hearing actor that was previously fluent in ASL before joining the cast of dwsa. He was originally hired as an interpreter and got cast soon thereafter. He just released a new album(i need to listen to it still) and in my opinion is an incredibly talented singer
Alex Boniello is the voice of moritz. Also working on 21 chump street, the tour of American idiot and Dear Evan Hansen. As well as being in a few films. He has also released music(that I also haven't listened to) His cat is named penny.
Josh Castile played Ernst in dwsa. He later worked on the hunchback of notre dame, as the lead.
Andy Mientus played Hanschen in dwsa. He was in the touring cast of spring awakening and is married to Michael Arden, who directed dwsa. He is an author(go read his book I really like it) as well as a singer. He and Michael have a cat named Eloise. He was in smash and the flash.
Alex Wyse played Georg in dwsa. He played Ricky in a production of ride the cyclone and he was in the revival of bare. This man has a better belt than anyone i have ever heard
Ali Stroker played Anna in dwsa. She won a tony for her performance in the revival of oklahoma. She was the first wheelchair bound person to appear on broadway. Allow me to repeat THE FIRST.
Daniel Durant played Moritz. He is now on dancing with the stars which makes me so godamn happy.
the cast is huge i just put everything i know about some of my favorites. In case you couldn't tell i love them all so much and I have been trying not to fangirl the whole time writing this. Thank you!!
#dwsa#dwsa cast#deaf west spring awakening#spring awakening#musicals#musical theater#music#musical#broadway#theatre#broadway musicals#musical theatre
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thanks @kiki-inthehoodie for tagging me in this! ❤️
no°1 team?
i def do not have a favorite team lmaooo. i could never choose. some of my favs are the devils (obviously), ducks, canes, and sabres!
your favorite goalie?
i love jeremy swayman and joseph woll too much…
10 what would be your jersey number?
7, 17, or anything with a 7 in it. idk why, but i just love the number 7.
what team would you love to play for?
no team in canada (USA BABYYYY 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅)
& who is your favorite player currently?
so so so many. nico probably rn (as you can probably tell by all of my posts about him) but it changes so often. other players i like include jamie drysdale, jeff skinner, joseph woll, brock boeser, moritz seider, and way more.
trade that hurt you emotionally?
i haven’t been in the hockey community long enough to have experienced a heart breaking trade. calling myself lucky for that one. the closest i’ve come is boeser trade rumors that had me in shambles.
what is your experience on hockeyblr so far?
i think hockeblr is the best hockey social media esp compared to twitter (or X). i just love the community here and it always feels like i’m talking to friends when i read posts. sometimes with a few of my mutual, i feel like i’m literally them. it’s so weird but they way they talk or think about stuff is the same way i do and it’s so much fun!
and then tag some mutuals you'd like to know these about:
@nicohischier @raftings @reynoldswrld @fortythreed @toffoliravioli (even though i’ve never talked to some of you, pls know i love y’all)
#nhl hockey#hockey#nhl#my first sorta ask!#nice to know my random un tagged reblogs do lead to new friends lol
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