#oops i technically missed the day

[doctorsiren]

Today’s textured canvases once again featuring that Legally Mom AU 😁

Miles and Phoenix were never separated, and so they remained best friends through high school and college. They both went to law school, but Phoenix got a BFA and went to law school wanting to defend artistic and creative rights. He also went because he would be bored all day if Miles was still going to school and he wasn’t

Edgeworth actually becomes a lawyer and he works at his mother’s firm

Mia ends up working there instead of at Grossberg’s because it makes more sense that she would work at the firm connected to DL-6 and also uh she would have a woman as her boss lmao (Eleanor ends up becoming like a mother-figure for Mia, and Miles becomes like a younger brother to her)

Since Mia isn’t working at Grossberg’s, she wasn’t involved in the Fawles trial (which was prosecuted by Franziska). Diego was the defense attorney on that one, and he went on a solo mission to investigate Dahlia. He and Mia met and became friends, but Diego kept the Dahlia investigation close to his chest and a secret, partially to protect Mia (since they were friends now and since she was a new attorney and inexperienced). Diego and Mia finally ask each other out one day, and they plan to have a date later that week, but Diego then has to go to a meeting he has…which was with Dahlia…and he got poisoned…and by the time he wakes up, Mia is dead and they never got to go on that first date. He was asleep and unable to protect her, which is why he didn’t tell her about the Dahlia investigation in the first place. He ends up blaming the Edgeworths (Eleanor and Miles) for her death.

Dahlia (Iris) still dates Phoenix since Phoenix and Miles are dummies and have yet to confess their feelings for each other (although Eleanor can tell). Since Mia wasn’t a part of the Dahlia investigation, and since it was handled by a different firm, it didn’t raise any red flags when Phoenix started dating this chick. Phoenix was also in the courthouse library that day because, again, he wanted to go to law school with Miles (subconsciously pulling an Elle Woods).

When the murder of Doug happens, Miles isn’t a lawyer yet since, even though he could have skipped a grade or two, he never did because he didn’t want the increase in social isolation and also didn’t want to get separated from his friends he already had at his grade level. So he’s the same year as Phoenix (senior in college). I think Eleanor would then be the one defending Phoenix (rather than Mia) since she’s also basically a mother to him (he practically lived at the Edgeworth household since his home life wasn’t great, and then he moved in after his mother passed away his senior year of high school. So he’ll call her Mom and such, but he doesn’t refer to Miles as his brother and neither does Eleanor refer to them as brothers since She Knows What They Are [even if they don’t really know yet lmao])

We also figured out that for Turnabout Goodbyes, Eleanor is the one framed for Hammond’s murder since MVK wants to get rid of her as she is still trying to investigate the truth and he can’t have that. Miles has to defend his own mother BUT THEN when Miles starts saying the stuff about how he probably is the one who killed his own father, Eleanor then defends HIM and it’s just…Ough…mother son bonding over murder and death of father 😭😭😭😭

Just some thoughts 😁

[emry-stars-art]

“Now do mers kiss or is this a little surprise nuzzle” i like to think they do both but the idea of them surprising each other with little nuzzles is so dear to me

I think jellyneil does eventually learn how to control its sting but. Andrew you startled him 🥲

[daily-foolish]

[selfcarecap]

Backseat [j.p]

pairing: Javier Peña x reader

summary: When Javi has to work late, you visit him to help relieve some stress during his break. Or, as Lana said: let’s get in the back of your cop car officer <3 (kinda)

warnings: my first Javi fic omg and first fic in general in like one and a half years sooo, smut (public sex technically (in/next to a car) but no one sees them don’t worryy, p in v, unprotected, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk (only from Javi though, reader barely says a thing oops) excessive use of ‘baby’, use of ‘good girl’, Javi comes on reader’s belly and face, established relationship, not tooo much aftercare but they’re both fine with it, Javi taps (not slaps) reader’s cheek during sex), I assume that’s clear but this is about the fictionalised version of him lol, brief mention of the reader’s (harmless) crush on Steve lmao, cute and romantic Javi

word count: 2.8k

The threat of rain lingers in the cool air as Javi takes you to his car, his greedy hand placed on your ass as you walk. He’s parked at the other end of the parking lot next to the station, in a roofed corner with walls on the sides shielding it, and no other vehicles in sight. He did say he’d make sure no one would see you.

You haven’t had sex in a few days, both busy with work and other things, and you were looking forward to him finally fucking you again come Friday night. When he called you to say he had to stay at work at least a few more hours, you knew you’d have to go to him if you still wanted sex today. Otherwise Javi wasn’t coming home before you were fast asleep, and you couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

Javi was on board as soon as you asked if he had a few minutes to spare; he knew what your tone meant immediately and he missed the feeling of you naked in his arms as much as you did.

He unlocks the car and pushes the front seat forward to make more space in the backseat. You sit down in the back and grin, pulling him into the car by his jacket.

“Wait, baby, we better do it like this,” he says, pulling your legs to the side of the seat, the car door still open as he spreads you out on the backseat.

“You want to fuck me with the door open?” You ask.

“It’ll make it less obvious what we’re doing, and I can fuck you better like this.” You take in the position of him standing next to the car and think of him squeezing into the backseat with you instead. He’s probably right. You don’t mind as long as he gets on with it.

Javi takes off his leather jacket and drapes it around your shoulders, “You warm enough?” 

You nod. The comfort of the car and the corner it’s parked in and, more importantly, the promise of Javi’s warmth provide a pleasant coziness. With a grin on his face, Javi finally bends down to kiss you, and you immediately push your tongue into his mouth.

“We gotta hurry up, you think you can do that?” Javi asks between kisses, and you nod desperately. As if you didn’t come all the way to the DEA station after your own draining workday just to get fucked. You’ve been waiting for this all week.

He pushes his thumb between your lips and you drool around it immediately. You respond to his questioning expression with an enthusiastic nod as he finds the hem of your short skirt and pulls your panties to the side. His wet thumb on your clit makes you gasp and arch into him. You can definitely make this quick.

Javi smirks at you, “You been waiting for this as much as I have? I’m all ready for you, baby, just tell me when you’re ready”. He kisses you and continues to rub circles over your clit as your pussy gets wetter and wetter, and you let out an incoherent string of sounds that’s supposed to let him know you’re ready.

He pulls back from the kiss and gently takes your face in his hand, squishing your lips into a pout, “What was that? You know that’s not enough for me. Need you to properly say it.”

You look up at Javi through your lashes, licking your lips, “Yes, I’m ready, Javi. Please fuck me.”

His face breaks out into a grin, “See, wasn’t that hard, was it? Or are you already too horny to speak?”. All you can focus on is his big fingers that have started fucking you, so you know better than to try and give an intelligible answer that would only come out as gibberish anyway.

Your stomach somersaults when Javi undoes his belt, the clang of metal making your pussy throb. You reach down to pull your panties down your legs, and seeing the wet spot on them makes you even more excited for what’s to come. Javi pushes your legs up against your chest with a hungry groan, and bends down to press a kiss to your pussy. 

He decides to stay between your legs for a bit longer when he hears you sigh as he starts to lick sloppy circles against your clit, the taste of your wet pussy making him want to stay there forever.

“Javi,” you mumble, almost sounding as if you’re tipsy. You could easily cum from his mouth on you, but you know you don’t have much time before he needs to get back to work, and you need him inside you now.

He leans down to quickly kiss you as he unzips his jeans, and you break the kiss to look at his hard cock.

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” you repeat before he can ask you to say it again. You lie back but he stands up straighter to scan the area and make sure no one’s there to see and you slump against the backseat, lying down. 

You lean your head to the side impatiently and catch the scent of Javi in the jacket of his that you’re cuddled up in, and it makes you want him even more. He laughs when you reach out your hands to him and he finally puts his hands back on your body, grabbing you to pull you to the edge of the backseat. The space is tight, the car door opened as wide as it can be as he stands next to the car facing you, but he’s making it work.

Javi spreads your legs and stands between them, casting one last glance above the car, “We’re good but we still have to hurry before someone sees us,” he says and you grin, ready for him to finally finally start, but he takes your grin as something else.

He smirks as he puts a hand on your jaw to make you look into his eyes, “You like that, baby? You want someone to walk in on you getting fucked, huh? Maybe Steve… I know he’d like that. What do you think?”

You slap his hand away and fake-gasp; he’s been teasing you about your ‘crush’ on Steve ever since you made an offhand comment about him being attractive.

“Just want you,” you mumble, half wanting him to know he’s the only one you want to be with, and half bashful because, well, Steve is attractive.

Javi grins and leans down to kiss you, simultaneously sneaking a hand up your skirt again, “Don’t worry, I know that. I can feel how wet this pussy is just for me. Could get lost in you forever.”

“Then do,” you say, craning your neck forward as he slaps his cock against your clit. You start to open your mouth a bit. You just want one brief taste before he fucks you. He looks at you and gently pushes you to lie back down, and you pout. 

“That has to wait until tomorrow, baby. You know I won’t be able to stop if you wrap those pretty lips around me,” he says and strokes his thumb across your cheek. You smile, satisfied knowing the effect you have on him.

You spread your knees as wide as you can in the small space, Javi stepping as close to the side of the car as he can.

“You ready?” He asks one final time, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your wet and aching pussy.

“Mmhm, yes,” you moan, your fingers reaching down to spread your lips for him. Javi adjusts his position and pulls one of your ankles over his shoulder and decides to give one last glance to your surroundings to make sure no one will interrupt him fucking you, even though, right now, you couldn’t care less who sees. His hard dick that rests between your legs and pulses against your clit is enough to make you forget about every other thing in the world.

“So needy, baby,” he taunts when you sigh dramatically to get his attention, and you can tell he tries to tease you a bit more but ultimately gives in after a few seconds and pushes his cock into you. It slides in all the way with how wet you are, and you let out a desperate noise that’s muffled by Javi’s mouth slotting over yours. 

He puts one hand on your hip to direct your body better and his other hand holds the side of your face as he caresses it, “Don’t mind you being needy though, baby, so am I. So glad you came, spoiling me with your pussy during my break. I could get used to this, you know?”

His eyes close in pleasure as he starts to fuck you, “Always so tight for me,” he says, voice strained. Every time his hips drive into yours is accentuated by the loud sound of your wet pussy, taking every inch of your boyfriend’s cock as he ruts into you like he hasn’t fucked you in months.

“‘M not gonna last long so you better be quick, baby, yeah? Can you do that?”

You nod quickly, unable to form words and he grins devilishly when only a few sounds of pleasure make their way out of your throat. 

“God, I love when you get like this, all speechless because you‘re too horny for me. Love how you take my cock, you’re so fucking tight”, he roughly taps your cheek three times and you lean into his touch, into the sting, as he fucks you harder. 

He grabs your face more roughly and you moan as he continues praising you, “Always so fucking pretty for me, oh my— god”, he changes his pace and you feel the difference too, heat building up in your lower belly, the pleasure all flowing into the space between your legs that he’s fucking with what feels like all his strength. Javi puts two fingers in your mouth and you eagerly suck them, your mouth full, drool starting to spill from your lips. 

“Fuck,” he moans, and starts hastily rubbing your clit with his other thumb, his wide body keeping your legs apart, “You wanna cum for me, baby? Being such a good girl for me.” 

You moan as your orgasm washes over you, your pussy squeezing tightly around Javi and he fucks you through your waves of pleasure, “That’s it, that’s my girl, my good fucking girl”, he speaks to you through almost gritted teeth, trying desperately not to cum until you’re finished.

He can feel the exact moment it gets too much for you, taking his hand away from your clit but he continues fucking you, his hips relentless against yours.

“Show me your tits, baby,” he asks with a hoarse voice, the wetness of your pussy pooling between you both. You messily pull up your shirt, exposing your tits to the cool air, still feeling weightless and slightly out of your mind from your orgasm. He takes his hand from your mouth and greedily grabs one of your tits. He smirks seeing you bare under your top and starts playing with your nipple, making you arch your back.

Javi pulls out of you and strokes his cock only a few seconds before he’s spurting cum all over your belly and chest. As you greedily strain your neck to see every single drop that he’s cumming you get closer to him and some of his cum lands on your lips and cheek.

“Fuck,” you both moan into the space between you as Javi jerks off until he’s drained, and you quickly push your hand between your legs, rubbing your once again pulsing wet pussy.

Javi sees your hand on your pussy and slaps his still hard cock against your clit a few times. He then gently pulls your hand off yourself and replaces it with his mouth as he bends down to suck on your clit. Incoherent words leaving your lips, you grab Javi’s hair and grind your pussy against his face, your thighs around his head.

It only takes a few more moments of his tongue on your clit until you succumb to the weightlessness of your second orgasm as it shoots through you with a new intensity.

You let your legs fall around Javi's shoulders when you’ve finished and smile at him looking back up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He shakes his head, unable to believe you just did this, right here and during his work break. It definitely won’t be the last time.

He stands back up and wipes the cum from your face with the pad of his thumb and you suck it off him until your face is clean again.

“I’m so happy you're mine, baby. Only mine,” he says before attacking your face with wet and sticky kisses. He tucks himself into his pants and gets baby wipes from the pocket of his jacket that you’re lying on. 

“Did so good for me, baby,” he praises as he wipes your belly and tits, leaving kisses there after. He gently wipes over your face again, just to make sure, and cleans you up between your legs.

Afterwards, he pulls your clothes back in place and kisses you as he leans down over you in the backseat. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him just hold you, and you let out giggles as he kisses you all over your face again. You brush your hands through his hair to tame it, and just when you’ve deemed him presentable you hear Steve’s voice from not too far away.

“I’ve been looking for you. Break’s over,” he walks around the corner and sees you in the back of the car.

“No sex in our car,” Steve slaps Javi on the back and moves to the front of the car. He gives you a look when he sees the seat pushed all the way to the front.

“We were just cuddling. I missed him,” you say in an innocent tone and Steve seems to buy it, or at least pretends to, and pushes the seat back and sits down, pulling the door shut.

You give Javi a wide-eyed look at how close that was and he grins back, pulling you to sit upright. There really are worse people to walk in on you than Steve, but you’re still glad that he was a few minutes too late. 

“We’re driving you home,” Javi declares, and makes Steve get in the back and sits you in the front. It’s not until Javi drives away from your little corner with the roof and walls protecting it that you realise it must have been raining for a while.

It’s a lot colder now and the streets are wet, a steady flow of rain pouring from the clouds. You pull Javi’s jacket around you closer and already dread having to give it back to him when you’re back home and he has to leave to work some more. 

Once the car stops in front of your house, Javi walks you to the door. You pout but part with the jacket and Javi puts it back on. 

“Now it smells like you,” he smiles and hugs your waist to pull you in for a kiss. Maybe you don’t mind giving him back his jacket after all. You tell him good luck with the rest of his work night and he doesn’t drive away until he sees the light on your floor turn on. Even if you’ll be asleep, he can’t wait to come back home to a bed warmed by your perfect body. 

“Man, I’ve never seen anyone so in love,” Steve says, pretending to be annoyed, but really Javi knows he’s happy for you two.

Javi just smiles. He’s never seen anyone more in love either, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[dearmura]

rev it up

☆ c.w. not proofread oops

☆ pairings. biker bf! riki × gf! reader

☆ an. inspo after seeing an unholy amount of booktok biker bfs on my fyp 🤭

"riki it's been 10 minutes since I sent that text, don't tell me you sped here...again" you try to scold the boy despite burying your face in his chest the second the door flung open

you don't miss the way the boy's eyes widen for a second as he recalls the unholy amount of horns that were honked on the way here, riding well over the speed limit

"speed limits are more of a kindly suggestion, princess, and I'm not dead yet"

the boy sports a grin too proud for the confession of the laws he technically broke

"you're gonna kill yourself one day, or get yourself in jail, or both, riki" you try to sound mad but you've had this conversation one too many times with him to know it'll just go in one ear, out the other

the boy only wraps his arms around your waist tighter, trying to butter you up so you don't end up killing him first before he could do it himself from speeding

"but I'm safe now, with you, my love. isn't that all that matters?" he attempts, brushing your baby hairs out of your face, leaving you less than amused

frowning, the boy taps his chin theatrically, thinking up a way to wipe that "I'm not mad, just disappointed" look off your face

"would it make you feel any better if I, your very responsible, top-notch, safe biker boyfriend, were to take you, my pretty little backpack, to get your favorite ice cream?"

he coerces you with a grin, caressing your hair gently as the little cherry on top, knowing this could end one of too ways: one, you agreeing and thanking him for being the best boyfriend ever (his delusions talking), or two, you kicking him where the sun don't shine for trying to distract you with treats like a puppy...yet again

he prays for the former

you narrow your eyes at the boy, pressing your tongue up against the side of your cheek, stumped by his disgustingly good distraction skills

"with sprinkles?"

the boy only chuckles softly at your quirked brow and innocent question, grateful you didn't seem to choose the latter of his guesses

"come on, princess, I would've gotten that for you regardless, you actually have to punish me somehow with these conditions of yours" he grins playfully, caressing your cheek flirtily, making your cheeks warm

"no weaving between cars on the way there and....below the speed limit by 5 mph" you retort, now sporting a similar smirk on your face as his smile drops in disbelief

"how much extra sprinkles are we talking..."

fin

a.n. back from my fifty-year long hiatus....

[janeyseymour]

Won't You Be... My Neighbor?- pt 3

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: You head to Melissa's to celebrate the big victory.

WC: ~2.05k

After leaving the court room, you promise the Schemmenti family that you’ll be over to their apartment to celebrate. First though, you do have a bit of business to get done while you’re technically still within the parameters of your workday. Just because one case doesn’t mean that you get to slack for the rest of the day- there’s always more to do.

“I’ll have dinner made by the time you come,” the redhead promises you.

You smile warmly at her. “I’ll see you around six. What kind of wine should I bring?”

“Champagne,” she tells you. “We’re celebrating tonight.”

The rest of your workday is boring and tedious, much more so than they usually are. All you want to do is go home, change out of your stuffy courtroom attire and into your comfortable clothing, and celebrate the huge success that happened today with two of your favorite people.

Finally, 5 o’clock rolls around, and you don’t think you’ve ever run out of your office faster. Your boss actually shoots you a dirty look as you scurry past her in order to leave. You stop at the liquor store to pick up a bottle of wine before you set off in the direction of your complex.

Once you’re parked, you notice an old car that isn’t usually there, but you figure it’s just a visitor for another tenant in the building. Older, more beat up cars aren’t necessarily uncommon in this area. You shrug and grab your bags before heading up to your apartment. 

You’re quick to change into your comfortable clothes and take off all of your makeup, and you swap out professional Y/N for a more casual you. After today’s hearing, you absolutely deserve to just relax. You give yourself a once over in the mirror, ensuring that while you’re more comfortable you’re still presentable enough for the beautiful woman just two doors down. Grabbing the bottle of champagne and your nice champagne flutes, you head down the hall and knock.

Melissa is quick to open the door with JJ on her hip and a smile that competes with the bright lights of center city. The little boy is immediately squirming to be held by you instead of his mother, and you chuckle as you take him into your arms.

“Miss Y/N!” he squeals with delight.

“Hi, sweet boy,” you chuckle as you take in the sight of him. He’s practically drowning in one of your sweatshirts from your old university, and he looks absolutely precious.

“Mister wanted to wear his favorite person’s sweatshirt to celebrate the fact that we won and he gets to stay with Momma,” the redhead tells you with a chuckle. Then she conspiratorially whispers, “He refused my Abbott sweatshirt when he told me he was cold.”

You giggle at that little fact before tickling JJ’s stomach. “Silly boy. I’m sure your momma’s sweatshirt is way more cozy.”

He shakes his head adamantly. “Nope. Miss Y/N’s.”

The teacher rolls her eyes at her son’s antics. “Well, come in. Dinner’s ready and on the table.”

Melissa had whipped up chicken cacciatore, and it is heavenly as usual. The little boy insists on sitting between the two of you as he eats happily, wiggling in his seat and giggling at the silly faces you make at him.

“Oi,” the redhead huffs playfully. “You two need to eat, and stop making funny faces.” She glances to you. “I swear you’re just as bad as him.”

“But you still love me, Momma!” JJ exclaims, throwing his fork (his very full fork) up into the air with emphasis. It comes plopping down onto the table, and you can’t help the fit of giggles that you dissolve into as you grab a napkin to start cleaning it up. 

“JJ,” Melissa sighs, exasperated. She pinches the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “Bud. We talked about how you can’t throw your arms all around during dinner because then this happens.”

The little boy shrivels, but only slightly, as a guilty smile appears on his face. “Oops?”

“‘Oops’ is right, my dear,” the mother rolls her eyes playfully as she picks up his fork and hands it to him.

“But you do still love me, right?” he asks a bit more quietly.

“Of course I do, hun,” Melissa smiles down at him, any frustration already left behind. She leans over to pepper his face in kisses, her smile only growing at her son’s full-out belly laughter.

After dinner is cleaned up, the three of you settle in on the couch for a movie- The Lion King, to be exact. Once JJ had learned that you had never seen his favorite movie, he absolutely insists that the three of you watch it all together. He acts out the beginning, even going as far as grabbing his stuffed lion from a previous trip to the zoo and holding it up like Simba, but by the time Mufasa falls he’s curled up in your lap and asleep.

“There’s a reason I never saw this movie,” you mutter to the redhead next to you as your head lazily falls to her shoulder. “I knew the Dad died, and I was terrified.”

“Oh, hun,” the woman chuckles a bit sleepily. She reaches for the remote, but you stop her. 

“It’s fine,” you laugh. “I guess I should watch it if it’s your son’s favorite movie.”

You watch the movie in silence, allowing the redhead to rest her head on your shoulder as she lets the events of today wash over her and the tiredness takes her from the waking world.

As the movie credits roll, Melissa stirs just slightly, but her son stays dead to the world and remains in his dreaming state as he snuggles into your chest impossibly further.

“Sorry,” she blushes. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

You chuckle softly. “Not a problem at all. I actually did enjoy that movie.”

She sits up just slightly to look down at the little boy still sleeping. “He’s out?”

“Like a light,” you tell her.

“I guess I should get him to bed,” the redhead smiles softly. She reaches for him and gently pries his grip off of you. “My sweet boy.”

“I suppose I should head back over to my own apartment,” you say a bit sadly.

The mother gives you a look. “Stay?” she requests softly. “Just for another glass of wine, and maybe an adult show?”

She looks hesitant and nervous. At your nod though, those emotions written into her face melt away. “Just give me a few minutes to get him tucked in, and I’ll be out.”

“You want another glass of champagne, or would you rather me pour you a glass of red?”

“Champagne,” she replies softly over her shoulder as she heads for the back hall.

While she’s putting JJ to bed, you pour two more glasses and then settle back into the couch cushions that squeak just slightly due to the plastic covering them, reaching forward to change the channel. 

When she returns, the redhead slips onto the couch right next to you, and due to the two cushions joining where she sits, the two of you dip just slightly, and you’re hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. You both let out just a small chuckle before sobering slightly.

“Congratulations,” you say softly as you raise your glass.

She raises her own, clinks it with yours and takes a sip. “I really don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

You smile to yourself knowingly. Melissa is not going through a messy divorce anymore- she’s a newly single woman who has been flirting with you throughout the preparation for her case. She has in fact told you in confidence that she is bisexual, although it’s been quite a while since she’s been with a woman due to her marriage to Joe (even though he at one point tried to convince her to participate in a threesome with her sister- that should’ve been the first telling point that he was going to turn into a dirty, rotten cheater, she would tell you). And… she’s not your client anymore. You won her case, she gets to keep JJ, and she specifically asked you to stay later just to sit and spend time with her. “Go out on a date with me.”

“What?” the sleepiness that was just in her emerald eyes disappears in a flash, and her jaw is slightly dropped in shock.

“That’s how you can repay me,” you tell her. “Go out on a date with me.”

She bites her lip nervously. “Are you being serious right now?”

“You know when I’m messin’ and when I’m being serious,” you tell her. “I’ve had feeling for you since I first saw you, and I’m fairly certain that you have feelings for me if you’re flirting is anything to go by. I just never acted on it because you were in the middle of your divorce, and you were my client. But now… none of those things are a problem.”

“Wh- why would you want to go on a date with me?” Melissa asks, and you can see in her eyes that she’s genuinely shocked you’ve taken up an interest in her. 

“Why would I not?” you ask her back.

She quirks her lips up a bit before letting them fall, and her eyes go to her hands in her lap. “I’m… me. You’ve seen me when I’m tired and stressed, not with a face full of makeup on, a mess. I’m a mess, really.”

“Melissa, you just went through an extremely tough time,” you tell her gently, laying a hand over hers. “And through it all, I’ve seen you be wonderful with JJ. And besides… I’ve already seen it all. I know what you look like when you’re tired and overwhelmed, I know you have a four year old- who I already adore. I know the little quirks you have and how to handle them… those are all of the tough parts of a relationship to find, and I’ve already found them and love them.”

The redhead looks back up at you, and this time her eyes shine brightly with tears. “You do?”

You nod and smile at her warmly, trying to convey just how much you genuinely mean your words. “So?”

“I think I’d like that,” she whispers. “I can have Barb watch JJ tomorrow if you wanted to try to go out tomorrow? If not, over the weekend, my sister can take him.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow,” you tell her. “Be ready.”

“I will be.”

The two of you sit there for a bit longer, just sipping on your champagne and enjoying each other’s company when she reaches over and takes your hand in hers. Her fingers absentmindedly twiddle with the ring that sits on your middle finger as you watch whatever program is on the television.

After a short while, her movements stop. An arm gets slung around your waist and her head hits your shoulder. You look down, and she’s fallen asleep again. With the softest lips, you press a kiss to her hairline. You suppose you’re stuck here now that she’s asleep- you aren’t going to disturb that. So, you maneuver the two of you so that you’re laying down on her couch, reach up to grab one of the blankets draped over the back, and then you close your eyes yourself.

It’s around two in the morning when Joe slips in, ready to get his revenge on the redhead sleeping on top of you for taking his son away. It’s amazing that he’s able to enter nearly silently given the amount that he’s had to drink.

But then he catches a glimpse of the two of you sound asleep on the couch, Melissa’s arm draped over your stomach, your arms holding her protectively.

He knows his ex-wife always keeps baseball bats around for self-defense, and he easily spots the one that’s right under the couch the two of you are sleeping on.

You’re woken up to Melissa’s absolutely earsplitting scream. 

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[pedropascallme]

Let Your Mind Go Wild

Pairing: Professor!Damien x f!Reader

Summary: “‘Just…’ You brought your hand out from under his shirt, wrapping it loosely around his neck, thumb brushing over his Adam’s apple, ‘You’re a lot…bigger than me…’ You squeezed his arm.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI) implied age gap (Damien is his actual current age, reader is 20-22), student/teacher relationship, mild sadism/masochism themes, dom/sub dynamics, brattamer!Damien, p in v sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), biting, spanking (not where you would think!), size kink, daddy kink, If I missed anything please let me know!

Damien prided himself on a lack of shame in regard to his relationship with you.

It wouldn’t shock him if people thought of it as taboo—maybe, to them, him being with someone younger, someone who was technically his subordinate, made him perverted; a deviant in the eyes of onlookers. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The only thing he cared about was you, and if you didn’t mind the unconventional nature of your relationship with him, why should he?

This is what he repeated to himself while he watched you get dressed in his clothes; boxers that fit you too loose around the hips and a button down that swallowed you whole.

The difference in size between the two of you wasn’t something he had put much thought into before. He had noticed the basics, the way your fingers were slenderer than his, your smaller shoes next to his larger ones when you kicked them off in the entry way of the house, and the way you curled into him so gracefully at night.

But with you in his clothes, fabric bunched around your waist, sleeves covering your hands despite repeated attempts to roll them up, he felt something weirdly primal—and it wouldn’t go away.

He didn’t want to draw attention to it, fearing that it would make you uncomfortable somehow. He knew he was being too in his head, but there was a vague worry that an admission of your smaller stature doing it for him would make you think he was using you for the fulfillment of some depraved desire.

You both knew that at this point your relationship was beyond these worries. There was an unconditional, unspoken respect between the two of you; an undying appreciation that made itself obvious in silent (and spoken) ways. Still, he couldn’t help but feel that his urges were misplaced somehow.

He tried to push the thought from his mind and focus on the grading he had been putting off rather than the desire to grab you by the hips and show you how your frame contrasted his.

~~~

“More papers?” You walked into his office, holding a bowl of cereal, the shirt you had stolen from his closet billowed around you.

“Mm,” Damien watched you take a spoonful of cereal to your mouth, a small bead of milk trickling from between your lips and over your chin; you wiped it with the sleeve of his shirt. “I just washed that, baby.” He sighed, amused.

“Oops,” You smiled, still chewing. “Are you going to be busy all day?”

“I hope not.” Damien swiveled his chair back toward his desk and looked at the pile of ungraded assignments stacked high in front of him.

“Well,” you held the bowl in one hand now, dropping your spoon into it and approaching the back of his chair, “I’ll be here." You squeezed at his bicep, kissing his cheek and taking in the rough feel of his stubble on your lips, before turning to leave. "Have fun, Professor.”

He swallowed. The ache he was experiencing to push you down onto any available surface was only heightened by the way you struggled to fit your hand around his arm.

You’d be the death of him.

He could tell you were bored; you began to mark every half hour on the dot by padding into his office—offering a chaste kiss on his neck, or squeezing his arm—and then running out before he had the chance to respond in any way to your antics.

He began to enjoy your game, before growing irritated by his inability to take an active role in it. You’d come in, wrap your arms around his abdomen from behind his chair, soft hums would travel to his ears as you trailed your lips over his skin, small hands running over his chest and arms, and then you’d be gone a moment later. What's more, he'd lose his place, too preoccupied with the feeling of your mouth and hands against him, and have to restart whatever assignment he'd been grading.

“You’re being a brat.” He called to you down the hallway, and the only response you offered was a lighthearted giggle.

He wanted to fuck you stupid, but he knew he should prioritize his occupational responsibilities—however dull they may be, and however tempting you were.

He knew you knew that, too, and you were using his rationality to your advantage in order to act out.

When he reached the last page of the last paper, marked up with pen and read over so many times the words had started blurring together, Damien let out a deep sigh of relief.

The clock read 4:26. He leaned back in his chair, waiting out the next four minutes so that he could finally participate in the game you’d roped him into.

When he heard you coming down the hall, he picked up a stray paper, pretending to be deeply immersed in the reading. You walked up behind him, giggling quietly to yourself, certain you’d continue to get away with pestering him; you reached out once more to squeeze at him, and he swiveled in his chair, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him in a messy show of affection. You weren’t properly on his lap, and his arms were wrapped around you lazily, but he couldn’t help but smile at the way you leaned into him when you settled with your hands firm on his shoulders, laughing up at him.

“You having fun?” He watched one of your hands sweep over his chest, the warmth of your palm permeating the thin material of the shirt he had on.

“Maybe.” You smiled, unwilling to concede. “Professor?” You undid the top button of his shirt, taking your time before pulling his collar open gently. “Did you ever notice…” You continued to undo a few more buttons, hand reaching under the newly unfastened opening of his shirt to enjoy skin-to-skin contact. Your other hand came to rest on his arm.

“Notice what?” He grabbed your chin gently between his fingers, forcing eye contact.

“Just…” You brought your hand out from under his shirt, wrapping it loosely around his neck, thumb brushing over his Adam’s apple, “You’re a lot…bigger than me…” You squeezed his arm.

Damien clenched his jaw, grateful that you were practically begging for him to act on the thoughts he’d been trying to push down all day; the burning desire to dominate you, show you how much bigger he was than you—and to put you in your place for sidetracking him from his work.

He couldn’t decide which he was more excited about.

“Have you noticed that you’re always a brat when I’m grading?” He hoisted you up, throwing you over his shoulder, one arm wrapped around your thighs, his opposite hand coming up to support your legs while you playfully kicked and squirmed above him. “Because I certainly have.”

“Hey!” You feigned outrage. The blood rushing to your head made you even giddier than you had been. He dropped you down onto the bed and you scrambled to sit up, shoving his chest.

You were already in trouble, what was a little more rebellion?

Damien grabbed your wrists and all but threw you onto your back, crawling over you and kissing down your throat.

“All fucking day,” He murmured against you, “All fucking day, baby—why are you so needy, hm? Cause you’re not getting all of my attention? Cause daddy’s busy with work and can’t give you what you want?” He didn’t know where the new title had come from, pulled from the back of his mind in the heat of the moment, but he was fine now with throwing caution to the wind, seeing as you’d already matched one of his impulses.

You didn’t confirm or deny his taunts, offering a huffed moan in place of any real response. You were distracted, intrigued by the title he had given himself, hips wiggling against him. “You said you wouldn’t be busy all day.” You continued to defy him.

“Is that why you were trying to distract me?” He sucked a deep purple mark on your collar bone, “Just wanted to get fucked? Jealous that my focus wasn't on you?" He bit the mark he had made. "Wanted to show me how you could take this big cock in that sweet little pussy?”

“Yeah—” You gasped at the way his teeth skimmed over your skin, “Yes, sir—yes, daddy.”

“You need to learn some fucking patience,” he groaned, rubbing against your thigh to find some relief. “In my clothes, walking around like you own the place.” His voice got lower, spurred on by your whines. “You look so beautiful like this." He brought his attention to the shirt you wore; sitting up on his knees to straddle your thighs, he tore the few buttons you had bothered to fasten apart.

“Damien!” You smiled, shocked that he would ruin his own clothes. “Thought you just washed this?” You lifted your head, watching his hands to the best of your ability, and he pulled the fabric off your shoulders hastily.

“I’ll get a new one.” He decided, pulling you up towards him to better enable his removal of the shirt from your body. “Little girl in my fucking clothes—you know what you’ve been doing to me all day?” He pushed you back down, dipping his head down to suck on your breasts, interchanging which side he licked over and which side he squeezed. "Distracting me—clothes don't even fit you." His mutterings were general, not directed towards you, but you picked up on them nonetheless.

“You like that I’m sm—aller than you, daddy?” Your breath caught in your throat when his teeth grazed your nipple. You pulled on his hair, earning a growl from him. “Like seeing your little girl in your clothes?”

Damien brought his face up to smother you in a heated kiss; it was sloppy and rash, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the logistics, too immersed in feeling him against you.

“Coming into my office,” he breathed against you, “in this fucking outfit, acting like a brat, trying to get a rise out of me—it worked.” He continued to attack your lips; both of you rutted against each other desperately, neither of you daring to break away from the other to properly undress and do anything about it. “Tell me you need me.”

“Need you—please, need you now, needed you all day.” You moaned when he bit down hard on your neck, leaving a bright red mark behind.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, hips stilling, “you can do better than that.”

“Please—fuck, please, daddy, I’ll do anything, need you to fuck me.” You tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, twisting short strands in your fingers.

“Yeah?” He moaned, your use of the new title not going unnoticed. “Need daddy’s cock?”

You whined, scraping your nails up his back while you nodded.

“Use your fucking words.”

“Need daddy’s cock,” you whimpered the words back to him, lids feeling heavy over your eyes when you dragged your still-clothed cunt just right against his thigh positioned above you. “Please.”

He stood up wordlessly, removing his shirt; you couldn’t hide the way your eyes raked over his arms, the way the fabric clung to him while he stripped himself bare, soft muscle pulling taught under his skin when he leaned down to undo his fly and rid himself of his jeans.

Christ, had his hands always been that big?

Damien pulled you by your ankles towards the edge of the bed, and you went limp under his touch, making yourself malleable and allowing him to remove the pair of boxers you still had on. He positioned you with your legs spread, hooking one knee over his shoulder and letting the other one hang from the mattress.

“Pretty little pussy.” He brought his hand down onto your cunt, spanking your clit hard.

You jumped at the contact, yelping a moan, and he did it again just to watch you squirm. He put his fingers in his mouth, releasing them after a moment and trailing them from the bottom of your entrance up to your clit.

“Gonna let daddy be in control now, right?” He circled his fingers over your clit, wet with his spit and the slick he'd gathered from his brief sweep up your pussy, “Since you’ve been doing whatever you want all day—my turn, right?”

You nodded, and he spanked your cunt again, coaxing a verbal answer from you. “Yes, sir—daddy’s in charge.”

“Cause this is my pussy to play with…” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement that cemented his authority and the way he planned to worship you, but you answered enthusiastically anyway.

“Yes—belongs to daddy.” You grasped at his wrist, fingers still teasing your clit.

“Good girl.” He moved his hand, effectively blocking your attempts to grab onto him, and pushed one finger into your hole; you arched your back, giving him the opportunity to push into you deeper. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, watching his finger pump in and out of you slowly, twisting his wrist and allowing himself to feel all of you around him. “Tight little pussy, squeezing one of my fingers—how are you gonna take my cock, baby? How’s it gonna fit?”

“Make it—make it fit,” you begged, “Make it fit, daddy.”

Damien growled, turning to the leg you had propped up on his shoulder and biting the inside of your thigh harshly before peppering kisses over the mark he'd left behind. “You want me to force my cock into you, baby?” He felt you shudder around him, walls clenching his finger. He added another. “Get you nice and ready for me so I can ruin this little pussy?”

“Please—fuck, Damien, please.”

He pulled his fingers from your dripping hole, licking them off. “Try again.”

“Daddy! Please, daddy, force it. Make me take it.” You bounced your hips gently on the mattress, and he relented, pushing his fingers back into you and curling them upwards to pet the spongy spot inside of you. You cried out for him, and he added another finger.

“That’s three, princess. You feel good?” He watched in awe as your cunt stretched around the intrusion, slick coating his fingers and dripping down the curve of your ass.

“Feels so good.” You breathed.

“Look at that little pussy taking it so good.” He felt like he could drool over the sight in front of him.

“Want your—cock. Please.” You struggled to focus on your breathing, entranced by the way his thick fingers stretched you.

“Thought we said it was my turn to be in charge,” he smiled, devious and unrelenting as he drove his fingers into you. “Cum for me like this, baby. Show me this little pussy can take what I give it.”

He leaned forward, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking; his tongue flicked over you, fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt, and you clapped your hand over your mouth to keep your screams muffled.

You came like that, dampening your cries for him with your palm and bucking your hips against his mouth. Even with your eyes screwed shut, blinded by pleasure, you could tell he was smiling, proud of himself and the ways in which he could make you come undone.

He removed his fingers from you, and you clenched around the emptiness, whining at the loss of him inside of you. He frowned at you, mockingly.

“What’s wrong?” He stood, leaning over you, “You feel empty?”

“Yes.” You whined, squeezing your thighs together.

“Don’t worry—gonna give you what you need.” He dropped a hand down over your cunt, and you flinched at the attention he gave your sensitive clit, moving his hand back and forth with reckless abandon. You moaned, head falling back further against the bed. “Look at me.” He coaxed your gaze up, and you watched him take his cock in his hand, rubbing it through your folds and then leaning forward, resting it on your stomach. “See that?” He questioned, and you nodded, “See how deep I’m gonna fuck you?”

You let out a quiet moan, staring down at the length of his cock and the space it took up on your body.

“My little girl, I’ll make it fit so nice, baby, I promise. What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You looked up at him, his lust-blown eyes reflecting your own.

“That’s right.” He pulled his hips back and lined himself up with your entrance. “You want all of it?”

“Please.”

He smirked, smug and eager. Upon hearing your words he immediately pushed his hips forward, spearing you on his cock and watching the way your lower stomach bulged full of him.

You screamed, not even bothering to hide it behind your hand this time, back arching again in satisfaction at being filled to the brim by him. He took one of your hands in his and placed it on your stomach.

“So full, baby.” He looked feral, eyes dark, lips curling up at the sides, top teeth barely peeking through them, his hair falling in messy bangs over his face.

He’d never looked better.

“So fucking big, daddy—so deep.” You whined, pressing on your stomach to feel the swell of him.

“You gonna let daddy fuck this little pussy open?” He growled, watching your hand sweep over your stomach, “Gonna let me wreck you?”

“Yes,” you let out a stuttered breath when he dragged his hips back; maybe it was the conversation, the dirty talk getting to your head, but you could’ve sworn he felt bigger now than he had previously. “Yes, daddy.”

When he pushed back in, you felt yourself jolt up the bed slightly; he was rough, frustrated with your disruptions all day, but more so lost to his own impulses, obsessed with how small you looked spread out on the bed for him, how your legs trembled, wrapped slack around his hips and pulling him in deeper with every thrust.

Any sense of restraint was lost when you looked up at him through your lashes, lips parted and swollen from his kisses. “Want you to cum right there, daddy—deep like that.”

Damien made a sound he had never heard himself make before, lifting your hips and ramming into you with fervor. You cried out for him, and he bent down, caging you between his arms; just another way for him to stress how much bigger he was than you. His lips brushed against your chest, and he could feel the sweat on your skin. He poked his tongue out to lick a stripe between your breasts, savoring it while he continued to use you passionately. “You want me to cum in you, princess?” He trailed open-mouthed kisses on your breasts, leaving marks in his wake, “Want me to fill you up so you can feel me all night?”

You recited your response, continually shouting enthusiastic "yes"s, certain you could feel his cock in your ribs. He hit the tender spot inside you repeatedly, drawing mangled cries.

“Fuck, daddy, it hurts!” You whined, and Damien paused his movements, pulling out slightly and repositioning himself above you to meet your gaze.

“Good hurt or bad hurt?” He dropped the dominant front, concerned that he had gone too far. His fingers combed through your hair.

“Good,” you whispered, “So good. So deep—so big it hurts.” Your cheeks were flushed, “Don’t stop, daddy, please.”

Damien groaned, pushing his cock back into you, fully sheathed in your cunt and delighting in the way you squeezed him.

“You like when it hurts?” He grunted out between harsh thrusts, straightening up to hold your hips steady once again, “Like having this big cock stretch you out so good that it hurts, baby?”

“Fuck,” you cried, grabbing at his forearm and squeezing like you'd been doing all day, unable to get enough of him, “Yes! Fucking love it!”

“That’s right,” he brought his fingers to your cunt, spreading your folds to get a proper look at how you swallowed him. “Wish you could see how pretty you look, baby—little pussy so full of me.”

You whined, keening at his words, pulling on his arm until he yielded, letting you bring his hand to your face. You licked at his fingers, slipping them beyond your lips and sucking hard to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“God, yes,” he moaned, “Good girl.”

You moaned against his fingers, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth. You felt so full—so complete.

“Can I have my fingers back, princess?” His voice was sultry. You hummed, vibrations traveling through his hand. You kept sucking, unwilling to release them.

Maybe you were still set on acting like a brat.

“No?” He squeezed your hip with his free hand. “You don’t want me to touch you, baby? Don’t wanna cum on my cock?” He stilled his hips, and you squirmed under him, still not backing down. He spanked your cunt with his free hand, and you yelped, giving him the opportunity to take his fingers back from you. A strand of saliva maintained your mouth's connection to his hand. “That’s what I thought.”

He used his spit drenched fingers to knead your clit, still fucking you as deep as he could manage. “You still want me to cum nice and deep in this little pussy?” He asked, and you nodded. “Use your words—c’mon, use your manners.”

“Yes, ple—ase, daddy.”

“You think you deserve it? Acting out all morning—still not listening to what I tell you. You still think you deserve to get filled up?” His fingers moved slow over your clit, ghosting over you and providing friction without the necessary pressure he knew you required. You tried to buck your hips up to get him closer to you, but to no avail.

“I’ll be so good from now on,” You promised, “Won’t ever bother you again, sir.”

Damien bit his bottom lip, growling as he pressed the pad of his finger to your clit, offering more of what you needed while he thrust deep.

“Want you to cum first, baby,” he knit his brow in focus, “You want my cum, need to feel you first, alright?”

You nodded to the best of your ability, concentrated solely on the way he fucked you. One of your hands once again flying to grasp at his arm, the other fisting the sheets underneath you. You threw your head back, eyes closed and mouth open.

“Good girl, cum for me—squeeze me nice and tight.” He was driving into you wildly; deep, fast thrusts that knocked the wind from your lungs, fingers still working your clit. He felt you flutter around him. “Look at me when you cum, princess.” You looked up, eyes meeting his.

You came, crying his name, legs trembling, heat engulfing your stomach before jolts of electricity spread over your muscles. You kept your hand on his arm, squeezing intermittently between gasps and moans.

He kept fucking you, spurred on by your sounds and the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “Fuck,” he grit his teeth, eyes closing and throwing his head back. “God, fuck, that’s my good girl—fuck, I’m gonna cum—gonna cum in this little pussy, just like this, baby.” His thrusts faltered, and he dealt one last deep shove of his hips, cock pressed against your cervix when he came in you, moaning.

He watched you bite your lip, eyes glossed over and hazy with delight as you felt the warm welling of his cum inside of you.

Damien pulled out of you slowly, and you both shuddered; you whined at the sudden loss of contact, unfilled and feeling bare. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.” He lay down next to you, pulling you into his chest and lying quietly with you while you both tried your best to catch your breath.

“Messy.” You muttered after a few minutes of quiet cuddling, finding comfort in the crook of his neck. His heartbeat thrummed in your ear. “Sore.”

“I know,” he ran a hand over your hair, smoothing the frizz he had caused by fucking you on your back. “Bath?”

“Yeah, in a second.” You moved to look up at him, dopey smile on your face. “Should I still call you Professor at school?”

“Why—I mean, in class, yeah, but y—" He looked lost, "...why do you ask?”

“You just seem to prefer daddy lately.” You watched his face turn from curious to a combination of shy and entertained.

“Christ.” He grinned, moving his hand down your back, tracing shapes over your skin.

You sighed at the feeling, falling silent again for a moment. Then: “Didn’t know you were so into size differences.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s just general size differences that do it for me…”

“So not every small thing is going to make you horny?” You pressed your cheek to his chest, “Like, when we go grocery shopping, should I be worried about leaving you in the pasta aisle next to those boxes of tiny star-shaped pasta?”

“Yeah, but not because they’ll turn me on—I used to date tiny star-shaped pasta, and there’s no love lost between us…” He managed to deadpan the delivery before making himself laugh, spirits further heightened by the amused smile you shot up at him before you turned to trail kisses over his shoulder.

“No, I...I don’t know if it’s just the fact that you’re smaller than me.” Damien thought out loud, “I think it’s just the fact that it’s you.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at him, catching his gaze and basking in the warmth of his eyes.

“Yeah.” He concluded, kissing you on the forehead, and your smile widened.

There it was again, the unspoken respect; the quiet tenderness and devotion that you two shared.

“I think I’m ready for that bath now.” You reminded him, arms wrapping around his neck. “But only if you come with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

[raquellemonsta]

Hi girl! Me again!

Still can’t stop thinking abt that amazing tobio fic that u did which I requested, I NEEDD a part two or like a timeskip where they’re datinggg. I’m dying to know what their dating life is like when their pre-dating time is already as hot and fiery as u wrote it!! <3 along w the media n stuff like they’re obv they’re gn be so slay n espesh u write it so i alr know I’m gn love it sm!! So looking forward to it <33

golden (timeskip!kageyama x model!reader)

here it is! I love these two so much. I'm sorry this took so long, oops. disclaimer: you'll have to suspend your disbelief, I know in the manga he technically was 19 when he went to the Olympics but he's aged up here so that both of your career paths make sense. I am very sorry if that takes you out of the story at all </3 I hope you love it anyway!

wc: 2015 words

(part 1)

your relationship with kageyama tobio is nothing short of a dream. everyone can tell just how in love with him you are, and he's just as whipped for you. the two of you are meant for each other.

it's what all the tabloids, your closest friends, and even your parents say to you every-time you see them.

you can't agree more; he's the perfect man for you. tobio is able to understand the weight of being in the spotlight, millions of eyes on you, and he keeps you grounded. he's been your date to every social event, awards show, concert, sporting event, you name it. at the same time, you both are always there for one another, even with no cameras around. tobio's your safe space away from all of the pressures of being famous (and just being human, too). he's anything but a pr relationship, that's for sure.

which is why you're so excited, today of all days especially.

your boyfriend is competing in the 2016 summer olympic games, one of the most impressive feats an athlete can accomplish.

even if tobio can be quiet, not bothering to talk about what it is he's thinking about most of the time, you know that this has been a dream of his since he was a little boy. it's quite literally the farthest he can go in the sport he's loved forever, and he gets to do it with his close friends by his side, too.

your heart swells with pride just thinking about it. you're so happy he has this opportunity.

the unfortunate consequence of it, though, is that you haven't seen him in two weeks. well, that's slightly dramatic. he's able to text you occasionally, but nothings the same as waking up in his arms. other than games, of course, he's restricted to practice and the olympic village.

the only times you've really seen him in-person are watching his games, where you have a limited time afterwards to hug him before he's whisked away from you to start the same cycle over again.

it's been very lonely without him. your friend even sent you a twitter post someone had made about how sad you looked and how 'no one ever sees [you] without [your] boyfriend usually'. you kind of laughed at that, both at the ridiculous picture taken of you and at the fact that the caption might be true.

you miss him so much.

that's why you're both excited and nervous that today is the very last possible match: olympic finals.

entering the (at this point) familiar arena, you make your way to the side designated for japan. your seat is pretty close to the front, but still high enough so that you can see all of the court. that part is important, since your tobio rarely stays in one spot when he's out there.

you pull out your phone, shooting a text to your friend and then one to tobio, despite the fact that he definitely won't see it until after the game. you're pulled out of your focus by a man with a microphone held to your face.

"miss japan! miss (l/n), are you excited to be here today?" he looks at you excitedly, camera aimed at your face.

you can never seem to escape the 'reporters' from random news sites, especially here. it's not too surprising that they want to know your reaction to your boyfriend being in the finals. you don't want to seem rude, though, so once you recover from the shock of being interrupted, you respond calmly.

"of course i am. i'm lucky to have someone i know and love playing, too." you smile at the camera, waving to anyone who will end up watching this (which is always more people than you think). you can practically hear gushiken-san talking about what a great client he has. 'so humble!'

"yes, kageyama tobio. his performance has been amazing these past few games." he looks at you, expectantly.

"i think his performance is always amazing, but i'm also biased," you joke.

the man smiles at you, the two of you going back and forth for a few more questions, mainly about you and your most recent projects (shouldn't they be focused on the event you're at?), along with digging for any possible hints on where you'll be modeling next.

finally, he thanks you for your time and you're left alone. your attention then shifts to the court, where brazil has gone out to warm up.

your heartbeat picks up its pace, nervous and excited simultaneously.

it's almost time.

when the japanese team walks out, your eyes immediately fall onto number 20. even his warmup is flawless. you barely register the time passing, gaze locked on tobio like he's the only man on earth.

the whistle, signifying the end of warmups and for the teams to lineup, brings you back to reality. this is really happening. this is what he's worked so hard for.

this is his destiny.

————

finals. olympic finals. a game away from total victory, or bitter defeat.

his heart has been pounding for the entirety of the last set. tobio has always been able to keep his cool during matches, but something about the pressure of the biggest match in the entire world has managed to creep into his head. it even cost the team a point earlier. a foot fault has rarely ever happened to him before, yet here of all games it would. tobio knows he has to put that behind him, though, especially with the score now.

28-27. match point. and he's up to serve.

slowly moving back behind the line, a chill goes down his spine. the arena feels dead silent, despite the sheer number of spectators. he closes his eyes, pushing out a final exhale as his ears barely register the whistle.

this is it.

his entire life has led up to this exact moment. his serve undoubtedly making or breaking the game, and his reputation. it feels as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders, crushing him and depriving his lungs of air. like sinking deep underwater, he's nearly swallowed whole.

a saving grace is waiting for him, in the form of you. he pictures your beautiful face, smiling up at him like he's the only man in the entire world. like he's invincible.

tobio knows you're watching him right now. what are you thinking? about that missed serve earlier, and how lame he is? no. that thought is quickly swiped away. he thinks of how you'll run up to him as soon as the game is over, win or lose, take him in your arms and kiss him like no one is watching. he can't wait.

with complete precision, he tosses the ball up, going through his footwork as if in slow motion. he's done this a million times before, and yet this is different.

at the apex of his jump, he meets the ball. he swears he can see you now, hands over your mouth, gripping tightly in anticipation. he's sure he's never slammed the ball harder.

the ball drills into the back left corner, shanked by brazil's opposite.

the arena immediately becomes deafening, shouts and cheers erupting from every single side of kageyama as he barely registers that he ended the olympics on an ace. his teammates are crowding him, excited (especially bokuto), and yet all he can think of is you.

the next several minutes are spent awarding the medals, kageyama standing with his team on the first place podium. despite this being one of the greatest moments of his life, his face lacks a visible smile. he's glancing around the arena, searching throughout the crowd.

a tap on his shoulder finally pulls him out of it, though he turns around to be met with the girl he was looking for, you.

his eyes widen for a split second before you basically throw yourself onto him, hugging him so tightly that you can feel the cold medal through your shirt. tobio's arms quickly wrap around you, and even despite the sweat you move closer to him.

"i'm so proud of you." you smile brightly, amazed by this man that you're lucky enough to call your boyfriend. your hands have found their way to his cheeks, thumbs at the edge of his lips.

kageyama's never been big on pda, but he just won an olympic gold medal and has the prettiest girl in the world by his side. he can let a kiss with you slide, especially when you're looking at him like that.

you drown out the cheers and ignore the flashing of several cameras, lost in your love for tobio. it's only you and your lover, locked in a kiss full of emotion and yet simply enough to convey your feelings.

when the two of you pull away, it's like you suddenly remember just where you are, and you feel slightly shy (which is shocking, for you). tobio, on the other hand, is smiling down at you. really smiling, the smile that he told you people always thought was 'creepy', but you loved because you know it's genuine.

unfortunately, the two of you are pulled out of your moment together.

"kageyama, that was absolutely amazing! how are you feeling after such an amazing moment?!" a reporter rapidly speaks, trying to be heard over the loud environment. unlike the one interviewing you earlier, this woman appears to be from a more official american news station, trying to get an interview from the man who won japan the game.

tobio looks between her and the camera, confused, before he leans into the microphone.

"i love my girlfriend," comes his very choppy english. you can't stop yourself from smiling brightly, the camera turning to focus on you behind him.

he pulls you away after that, and you shoot the reporter and cameraman an apologetic look before following after him eagerly.

"thank you, hon." you joke, commenting on his earlier answer to the woman.

he looks to you. "it's true."

you lean up to kiss him again, hands tenderly holding his shoulders.

"i know. you're so sweet to me… can i wear your medal for a sec?" you eye the big circle of gold.

kageyama can only roll his eyes at your quick shift, though he still ends up taking the medal off and over his head, placing it on you like you've just created all of the stars in the sky.

—————

"tobio, what flavor should we get? i'm stuck between strawberry shortcake and fudge brownie." you stare through the glass case at the grocery store, pondering about the endless assortment of ice cream.

in the reflection, you can see your boyfriend aimlessly looking around the aisle, before his eyes catch onto your figure. you catch his lips turn up so subtly that you'd have never noticed it if he wasn't the love of your life.

he ponders your statement for a second, before coming up next to you and opening the case, grabbing both of the cartons you listed. you look up at him, confused.

"why not both?" he turns back to you, small smile still present.

you smile brightly at him, entranced. he's so perfect.

"i love you, tobio."

"i love you, (y/n)."

you let yourself fall into his side (the arm where he's not holding the ice cream, of course), wrapping your arm around his back as he does the same to you.

on your way to the self-checkout, you snatch one of the magazines on the edge of an aisle, plastered with a photo of you and tobio after his medal was awarded. you skim the bubble in the bottom right corner, one questioning any talk of marriage between the two of you.

you jokingly point to the bubble, showing it to your boyfriend.

"what do you have to say to this, hm?"

tobio eyes it, quickly reading before he smiles at you and kisses your head. he turns away to pay for the ice cream, ignoring your question.

"hey!"

"patience…"

[luvistqrzzz]

TRIVIA : LOVE — enhypen hyung line oneshot series

Finding love is not easy they say but what happens when you fall for someone at the most unexpected time in an unexpected way? — whisper a small oops and continue to fall further into the loophole of love.

aka the chronicles of a hopeless romantic soul

PAIRING && GENRE — hyung line x f!reader, can be read as stand alone oneshots, crack, ansgt, fluff, happy ending, more tba in individual fics

TAGLIST — open send an ask or comment to be added (you will be tagged for all the 4 fics) — @flwrshee @aosbie @rsmura @enhastolemyheart @yannew @sophiko22 @www-jungwon @nwjws @in-somnias-world @zzinyl @mrchweeee @ghostiiess @ilovecheese09

PERMANENT TAGLIST — @rikizm @str0l0gy @yenqa @heetoldme @crxzs @s00buwu @nhularin @bunreis @hysgf @mochamvgz @myonos — will be added in all parts

STATUS — to be released !!

AN — TYSM FLO @dollikis FOR THE MAIN BANNER ISTG SHE'S SUCH A GENIUS 🫶🏼🥹 I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF IT ILYSM FLO my banners for the rest of the fic look like shit 😻🤞🏼 i feel the general summary is so cringe ( if someone comes up w a better one then pls help 😭) ALSO the fics in the series are based on rom com books tbh ive been planning and editing the masterlist for the past two weeks ahaha so idk how to feel about it... technically im still on my writing hiatus but ill try to start working on the fics after exams,,, hope yall look forward to it hehe ^_^ !!

"It was like I was trying to memorize him — in case this was the last time I would ever see him." — (failed) STEPS TO NOT MISS YOUR EX

There were a lot of ways your sister's wedding could have gone wrong but none of them included you crossing paths with your ex who happened to be the assistant wedding planner.  Alternatively, where you were apparently "over" Lee Heeseung but an (almost) disastrous wedding made you think otherwise.

a luvistqrzzz rendition of save the date by morgan matson — [ read here ]

“Here's the thing about writing Happily Ever Afters: it helps if you believe in them.” — LETTERS TO YOU, ME AND THE BEACH

When a crippling writer’s block and an almost broke bank account forces you to move to an old family home, you didn’t expect to cross paths with your arch nemesis from high school, the ever obnoxious, Park Jay. But maybe the series of events that unfold during the summer could help you with a romantic book or two.

a luvistqrzzz rendition of beach read by emily henry — [ read here ]

“Note to self: Do not under any circumstances fall in love again.” — A 1000 WAYS BACK TO YOU

When Jake realizes he doesn't want to be (only) friends with you anymore, you are already moving halfway around the world and he's left alone on the other side of the line. Will it take two oblivious idiots 10 years and more than a hundred missed chances to see the feelings they've been hiding for long?

a luvistqrzzz rendition of where rainbows end by cecelia ahern — [ read here ]

"Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by. At least a quality one.” — A STRANGER'S GUIDE TO LOVE AND CHRISTMAS

For Sunghoon, Christmas is like any other day, only a hundred times more crowded. But then he stumbles across a notebook at the local bookstore. A notebook full of... dares. As he and the anonymous author spend the entire Christmas eve swapping stories and dreams around the city of Seoul, where will it lead Sunghoon to?

a luvistqrzzz rendition of dash and lily's book of dares by rachel cohn and david levithan — [ read here ]

works belongs to @luvistqrzzz do not copy repost or translate my work

reblogs and feedback are heavily appreciated

networks- @hyfenet @enhanet @en-web @k-films

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

[bonny-kookoo]

noooo omg seven days yoongi is such a sweetheart 😭😭 what happened next? did they go out on a date? how is oc introduced to that side of yoongi? omfg daddyyyy 😭😭😭

Went a bit overboard OOPS-

"Hara knows we're meeting up here, by the way." Yoongi tells you as he opens the door to his hotel room, inviting you in. "I thought that might make you feel a bit more at ease." He tells you, helping you out of your jacket after closing the door, catching you a bit off guard- but you let him anyways.

"Uh, yeah, actually it does." You nod, thanking him for both the gesture and the fact that he'd informed your best friend that you're here.

"So, you're about Hara's age, right?" He says as he motions down to a spot for you to sit, food already on the small table where he sits down at as well, on the opposite side. "Means you're younger than me by a good few years." He chuckles, opening some of the takeout containers.

You nod, quietly. You're not sure what to really tell him.

He's probably used to people having the wildest life's, the craziest stories and whatnot- and you don't really have any of that. You live a quiet life, don't go outside much and if you do, you're just a grey mouse, nothing special to see, just another living being existing amongst many others. You're boring.

"Not much of a talker?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Just.. don't have anything to say." You admit almost shamefully, and he shrugs as well, offering you some plastic cutlery you take with a quiet 'thanks' from him. "I just.. kind of, exist. That's it." You try and joke, but he just smiles, nodding to himself.

"And that's a very good thing." He agrees, starting to eat. "Otherwise how would I've met you?" He flirts, and you can't help but have to take in a deep breath.

It's hard not to get affected by a guy flirting with you like this- let alone a celebrity of all people. And he's exactly your type too- he's got this awfully specific aura about him, calm and relaxed and most of all caring.

You've never been taken care of. By no one.

He wants to remind you that you can tell him if he makes you uncomfortable, but he doesn't actually have to- you're an open book with the way you don't mask your body language at all, making him read you pretty clearly just from observing you. "So, tell me a bit about yourself." He offers you a chance to talk, taking a sip from his soda. "Even the boring stuff you think I don't want to know." He smirks at you, catching you in your attempt to tell him exactly that-

That you don't have anything to tell but boring things.

"I uh.. I work, mostly. And when I don't, I walk dogs at my local shelter- because I can't have one in my apartment." You explain. "So I kind of.. substitute." You shrug, and he nods.

"I'm sure they appreciate it." He agrees, and you become a lot more relaxed at that- making him smile to himself as he leans back a bit, watching you.

"There's an elderly labrador mix that- she's been just given to the shelter for no real reason, and has been there for years now because she's old and has black fur and is a bit slow.." You rant, occasionally stopping to eat. "But she's really sweet, and knows a lot of cool tricks. She doesn't even technically need a leash! Though she's become a bit hard of hearing lately.." You ramble on.

"Does your landlord not allow dogs?" He wonders, and you nod.

"No. He doesn't like them- and because I missed one rent in the past, he's kind of constantly searching for a reason to kick me out." You mumble. "So I rather try and stay low, so I can keep living there." You explain.

"I guess sometimes life plays like that." He shrugs, licking his lips. "How about you'd move?" He wonders. You shake your head almost immediately.

"I.. can't afford it, and I'm also a little.. attached to that small apartment." You offer. "I don't like new things, or surprises, or.. just anything I can't predict." Is what you offer as an explanation, and he nods, interested.

"Creature of habit, hm?" He observes, and you nod. "Nothing wrong with that. We find comfort in things we can rely on. I like to re-watch the same movie sometimes, simply because I know it ends well." He says, and your eyes widen at that.

"Me too!" You tell him, and again, he can't help but admire your smile. "I love watching old movies or the same episodes of my favorite shows sometimes, even though I can basically recite the dialog by memory now." You giggle, and he nods.

"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" He wonders, and has to watch how your smile deflates a bit, clearly a touchy topic for you.

"Hmhm." You nod. "But.. I'm not good at relationships." You say.

"How so?" He wonders, and you shrug, poking at your food.

"I'm too clingy." You explain. "But at the same time, I'm too boring." You continue. "I don't like going to parties, or outside in general. I rather stay in, or just.. dunno. Cook together maybe."

"So I guess because you both didn't match, he made you feel like it's your fault to make himself feel better." He simply observes.

"No- I really am too boring, I need to get out of my comfort zone more.." You admit. "I only have Hara as a friend for example. I should have more friends, right?" You wonder, but he shakes his head.

"Not necessarily." he denies. "The less friends you have, the easier to manage. I don't have many friends either." He shrugs. "But.." He starts, hand at his chin as he watches you. "I might be able to help you with getting out of your comfort zone more." He offers.

"I.. how?" You wonder, and the corners of his lips raise.

"How about.. an offer."

[11queensupreme11]

Silly cute AU Idea Percy using Loki's cloak runs off to the mortal realm I'm thinking Nebraska, South Dakota, Wyoming, or on the other side of the world Kazakhstan [not really the other side but you get what I'm trying to say hopefully]. And she just does her darndest to blend in and avoid the yanderes. She's successful until one day when she's in her late thirties early forties when she can't refuse a work trip to the ocean or something else plot convenient. More props if it's post her falling in love and baring child. Or they find her because she falls in love, bares children, and is eventually widowed. And that's how they find her one of the chthonic deities see her former husband's memories.

I swear it started out as cute old Percy in a cottagecore scenario raising kids. And it turned to middle age Percy protecting her already broken family and heart from some yandere gods. Who to them a couple decades is nothing. And you have the Angst of Posiden, Apollo, Hades, Anubus, Loki, and the Cu Guy (I can't even begin to spell his name I only know bare minium of him.) face the reality that Percy is still part mortal and will die long before they could even spend a few centuries (which are also like nothing to them) with them. I excluded Beelze because he'd just bam your a God now. That's your punishment for making me worry. [I'm under the impression he's the only one who knows how to deitify someone if that's not true... oop... I missed something. My reading comprehension skills makes me wonder If I'm the Demigod sometimes xD.]

actually, even if percy dies, she'll still go to helheim to get her soul judged and then eventually get to valhalla so they don't really have to worry about her dying........

BUT THEN YOU GOT LOKI AND BEELIE WHO KNOW SHE'S NOT FROM THEIR UNIVERSE 😬 they don't know what's gonna happen to her if she dies in their universe, will her soul just go to valhalla like everyone else's? what's gonna happen??? then there's the whole breaking soul issue (she only has two years so she'd technically already be obliterated for this AU but let's pretend she has more time lol)

not every god has the power to ascend a mortal to godhood. the supreme deities definitely can and so can beel (but that's only cuz he's just THAT powerful in my fic hehe), but the other gods don't know if it's safe to ascend her (cuz they think she's the product of an incomplete/failed ascension) only beel and loki know, and beel can turn her but she won't let that happen 💀

[supernovasilence]

Casmund au: Edmunds mother calling Caspian Edmund's beau. Since shes the first to come around she soon adores Caspian and how much he makes her son happy(if she could she'd brag about him to her lady friends at tea) Caspian is Helen's favorite in law. Even though technically Casmund is not married(they might be in Narnia)

I'm dying because yes, Helen would love Caspian. He makes her son so happy and he's handsome and charming and a perfect gentleman and she absolutely would brag about him at tea. She calls him her son and everything thinks she means he's like a son because he's orphaned and a dear family friend. But secretly she means son-in-law. Except then I started thinking about Caspian and Edmund being married in Narnia and now I have so many ideas.

Imagine right before the final battle in VDT, Caspian realizing it's now or never and asking Edmund "In case we don't get through this...will you marry me?"

Edmund is shocked because you're asking this now? They might die, and even if they don't, they both know this is the reason Edmund, Lucy, and Eustace were brought to Narnia; they will likely not stay long after the battle. That's exactly why, Caspian tells Edmund. If they only have a little time left together, Caspian wants Edmund to be fully his for it.

So they have a very hasty wedding (Drinian officiates, Lucy is Edmund's best man and Reepicheep is Caspian's), they fight sea serpents, and then they have to say goodbye.

OR imagine Caspian telling Edmund "In case we don't get through this...I want you to know I think of you as my brother" because he wants to ask Edmund to marry him but loses his nerve at the last moment. Wouldn't it be cruel, to offer Edmund his heart and his hand right when they are about to be separated? But after the battle Aslan tells Caspian "There is a question you did not ask earlier, but this is a place of endings and beginnings both. It would be meet to ask it here." Caspian asks Edmund to marry him, Edmund says yes, and Aslan marries them, there at the edge of the world.

OR OR there's the comedy version. I wrote a fic (Favor for a Knight) where the ring Caspian wears in VDT is an old one of Edmund's that Caspian took from Cair Paravel's treasure vault after PC, thinking he'd never see Edmund again. What if there's some quirk of Narnia law and oops, they're now legally married? Caspian doesn't realize until Edmund and Lucy tell him. Caspian is horrified he forced a king of old into marriage, and Edmund thinks Caspian was trying to wear a momento of Susan's, and both keep insisting they'll figure out how to dissolve the marriage because they think the other one wants to. Meanwhile Lucy can see they're both head over heels and is trying so hard to get them to tell each other. So hard. They're both pining oblivious disasters.

But no matter what scenario, they have to say goodbye, and then Caspian gets his second chance in England. And one day Helen is sighing that it's a shame Edmund and Caspian can't get married. And they look at each other, and Edmund awkwardly says, "well...we sort of already are."

(Helen is delighted and also so disappointed she missed it. They have another, private ceremony out in the country at the Professor's house so she and the rest of the family can attend.)

[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now - ch. 19

Fic masterlist

Technically, it hasn’t been that long since I updated this fic. It feels like forever, though. And I have so many fluffy ideas I may or may not exceed the 8 remaining chapter a little. Oops? Good thing is that this is the first day of a very long school break!

Warnings: language, NSFW

Words: 2,8k

Rowan’s hands were everywhere. Her hair, her neck, her hips. The minute Maisie fell asleep, all the longing glances and chaste touches they shared throughout the day turned into this like a switch. Aelin had no idea how long they stayed there, making out in the hallway. She wanted to soak in his attention and savor every caress before letting themselves combust, but the urgency caused by the ache between her thighs told her otherwise.

“Are you sure?”

Aelin let out a breathless chuckle. “I think we’re halfway there already.”

He held both her wrists, stopping them at his lower abs. That’s not what I asked you, the look in his eyes told her.

“Yes.” Rowan’s mouth was back on her neck, and he sneaked a thigh between her legs, which she promptly rode. Aelin rolled her eyes, overwhelmed by the bliss flooding her body. “So fucking sure.”

They kissed their way to his bedroom, tumbling over each other because they wanted to move but didn’t want to let go. It was the slowest, messiest walk down the hallway she’s ever done, but it might be one of her favorites.

When they finally reached the door, Rowan took a step back. He opened it and let her in like a gentleman, just to shut it and shove her against it like a brute.

Aelin still had on the cotton sundress she wore to the birthday party. Rowan untied the strings on her shoulders, and frowned when the dress didn’t fall off.

“How do I get this open?”

She froze for a second, wondering about how vivid his memories of her were. He might not remember her in full detail, but with no clothes on, it’d be hard to hide the stretch marks from the pregnancy and her lower belly pooch, a little reminiscent weight that Aelin never found the time and energy to get rid of. Rowan’s memories might be filled with her long gone flat abs and her breasts at the height of its perkiness, but after Maisie…

Aelin leaned away from the door, reaching for her back as she swapped those thoughts away. “There’s one more tie, and a hidden zipper—“

Rowan tore the front of her dress open with his bare hands.

Aelin gaped. It was unbelievable, and unbelievably hot at the same time. “Rude!”

“You love it,” was the only thing he said before teasing a nipple with his fingers and flicking his tongue against the other, through her sheer lace bra. A moan tore out of Aelin’s mouth before she could answer, his touch erasing every single thought she had.

Rowan kissed his way down her body, eventually kneeling before her. “So fucking perfect,” he murmured against the freckles on her hipbone. “I could worship you all day.”

When he placed one of her legs over his shoulder, Aelin’s breath hitched. It was like the entire world vanished, and it was just Rowan—his face—and that annoying last piece of fabric separating him from her.

“I missed your skin.” He trailed kisses up her inner thigh, making her whimper. “And I missed those little sounds you make when I kiss it.” Rowan’s thumb traced her slit through the panties, the responding jerk of her hips making him smirk. “Did you miss me?

Without moving her underwear, Rowan pressed his thumb against her clit, still waiting for an answer.

Aelin’s reply was incomprehensible, a string of strangled moans, and Rowan’s dark chuckle was nothing short of satisfied.

“Good girl.”

He took a quick look at her leg tangled in his shoulder, and didn’t hesitate before ripping her panties as well. Before she could protest, Rowan worked his thumb against her entrance, went all the way up to her clit and back again. Rinse and repeat, lazily working her up until she loses her mind.

“One more thing to buy when you make me replace that dress.” Still toying with her pussy, he used his other hand to pick what was left of her lacy panties off the floor, grinning. “I could have a lot of fun picking those flimsy little things for you.”

“Ro…” Aelin caressed what she could of his military buzz cut and waited, not minding if he caught up on how much she needed him.

When his tongue first touched her pussy, Aelin almost lost it.

Half of Rowan’s head was lost between her thighs, and he worked her up in long and slow flicks against her clit. Her muscles tightened and she squirmed against his mouth, taking as much as she could get when he thrust two fingers in.

Aelin tried to control her moans, since they weren’t alone in the house, but the tongue and fingers combination was too overwhelming. If her whole body was on fire, Aelin had no words for how it felt between her legs.

Her hands ached with the need to touch him, but she needed them to hold herself upright in this position. Balance was a struggle right now, but she’d rather risk falling than interrupt him.

When Rowan’s fingers hit a sweet spot inside her, Aelin’s dam burst. Her hips stuttered, and her already shaky legs trembled with pleasure. After he worked through her high, she slowly slid to the floor and collapsed there.

With a pleased grin, he scooted closer and kissed her thoroughly, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Aelin moaned into it. It was almost infuriating, how everything Rowan did turned her on. After they separated, she used a piece of what was left of her dress to wipe both their chins, since Rowan’s got all messy when he went down on her—Aelin’s too, because of their kiss.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her sweetly. “Wanna go to bed?”

Aelin grinned at him and got up, watching him shed his clothes on his way. She trailed her fingers over his abs, appreciation shining through her. It was so unfair, how she lost her flat abs after Maisie and he didn’t even get a hint of a dad bod.

Before she knew it, Rowan tackled her into the bed, making her squeal on her way down. He hovered over her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as she beamed at him.

She licked her lips, not wanting to shatter the moment, but also eager for more. “Condom?”

Rowan stiffened above her. He swallowed. “I don’t have any.”

“What do you mean, you don’t have any?”

“It’s been a while for me, Aelin. I—“

She groaned against his shoulder, hugging him closer. She barged into his house demanding to be together. He had no time to prepare.

Aelin cleared her throat, meeting his eye. “I mean, how desperate are we?”

“Yeah...” Rowan recoiled, his cheeks reddening.

“No! Um—” Aelin gripped both of his shoulders, her lips pursed as she thought of a better way to phrase it. “I mean, how desperate are we to not happen what could happen if we don’t use them?”

He frowned, his head tilted. “I’m not following.”

“Condoms aren’t a rule… they’re more like a warning.”

Rowan perked up, eyes widening. “We dealt with the consequences just fine that other time.”

Aelin shrugged. “The consequence could even look like me for once.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“No.”

He frowned. “And you’re fully aware of the likelihood of the consequence—“

“Yes, I’m a doctor, Rowan,” she snapped. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some—“

Before she knew it, he was lined up against her entrance, his tip on the verge of pushing in. Aelin’s breath rushed out of her lungs. She squirmed against him, but he wouldn’t thrust.

Rowan swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he studied her with an apprehensive stare. “I don’t want you to have regrets in the morning.”

“With you?” She caressed his cheekbone with her thumb. “Never.”

Aelin meant it. She never chose to have Rowan cemented in her life, but even when he drove her mad, she still knew he’s a good man. A great father. The closest thing to a regret Aelin had is that she wished she didn’t waste so much time fighting with him, but she did her best back then.

He gave her one more assessing look and must’ve liked what he saw, because the next second Rowan’s cock was slowly stretching her open. The right amount of pressure built up inside her because it was the right person holding her close tonight.

When he was buried inside her to the hilt, he didn’t move. Rowan searched her face one more time, a silent question there. Are you okay? That deep look in his pine-green eyes. The way he held her like she was something breakable, but he wanted to wreck her over and over again.

It was so much more than okay.

Aelin wrapped both legs around him, a silent command. Move.

And that he did, rolling his hips into a sensual pace, slowly building her pleasure. She writhed under him, trying to make their hips meet halfway, and Rowan was right there, eating up every expression she made like it was the best thing he’s ever seen. Then he took her mouth in his, and Aelin moaned into it. She arched her back, holding him closer and feeling that fire pool in her lower back.

Aelin had no idea how even his tender thrusts made her throb like this, because it was never this way with him. Apart from that one time when she was pregnant, they mastered every form of office sex and a bit of rough play powered by the intensity of her military training, but it was never like this. Just the two of them in a bed, his body over hers.

It was amazing, but right now, Aelin ached for the kind of sex that haunted her in the middle of the night for years, made her hand lose itself between her thighs despite herself so many times.

“Ro?” She waited until their eyes met to continue, “You’re holding back.”

Rowan let out a ragged, dark chuckle. He pulled out, making her miss his length inside her while he placed a pillow under her hips and put her legs up his shoulders to change the angle.

His next thrust made Aelin see stars.

Rowan’s pace finally matched the hunger in his expression, the new angle hitting all the right spots. She sobbed, her nerves being set on fire all at once while his long cock seemed to hit her even deeper. He held on to her hip for dear life with one hand while the other uncoordinatedly toyed with her boob, his breaths shaky.

There wasn’t much Aelin could do in this position, but she could barely savor his reactions under so much sensation. She closed her ankles behind his neck because why not and—

Fuck. She cried out, scratching Rowan’s shoulders as she trembled under him.

He squeezed her waist. “Aelin?”

“My clit,” she whimpered.

He quickly looked down, just to be sure of what he already knew. “Can’t reach it.”

“You already are.”

Realization dawned on him, and that’s when Rowan’s thrusting deepened, so his pelvis would rub that spot more.

It was too much. Her walls felt too narrow as he pounded into her, the pressure against her clit. Aelin couldn’t take it anymore, her gut tightened as she jerked under his attention. She moaned a string of curses, holding Rowan as she could.

He caressed her shoulders, soothing. “Come for me.”

Aelin’s knees buckled over his shoulder, and she went limp underneath him, moaning as her whole body dissolved into pleasure. Rowan didn’t look much better, her name on his lips as he came undone. She felt the absence of his cock inside her way too soon for her liking, right before she noticed him spilling himself on her inner thigh.

He crashed by her side immediately after, pulling her close. “I kinda made a mess down there,” he mentioned the cum currently laying on her thigh. Rowan knew she wouldn’t let him say he’s sorry, but his eyes seemed a little apologetic nonetheless. “I know I should’ve asked, but I was too far gone when I remembered.”

“S’okay.” A quick kiss on his lips. Aelin didn’t think about pulling out when she agreed to do it without a condom, but she didn’t mind it either. In fact, it was for the best. She wanted more kids, yes, but she wasn’t desperate.

Besides, she didn’t know Rowan’s opinion on the matter. She made a mental note to buy condoms first thing tomorrow.

“I need to clean up.” Aelin gave a pointed look to the t-shirt on the floor. “And you ripped my dress.”

He picked the shirt for her without leaving the bed. “Sorry.”

Aelin squinted her eyes at him. “You’re not.”

He had the gall to smirk.

Inside Rowan’s en-suite bathroom, it didn’t take much for her to realize that he meant it when he said he made a mess. Aelin closed her eyes, a quick tingling flooding her body. She’d be lying if she said that having Rowan’s cum running down her thigh didn’t give her a bit of a thrill.

She quickly did her business and found Rowan waiting for her in bed, smiling as the door opened. He patted the spot beside her and watched her dash to his embrace.

Rowan held her close, caressing her hair as she took his room in while they soaked in after-sex cuddles. His bedroom didn’t look much different from what she remembered, despite being years from when she last saw it. White walls, the wooden furniture was mostly the same, little pops of green here and there. One of the few new additions was a picture of Maisie alone on her first day of school, wearing a huge smile and a bag almost as big as herself.

“Aelin?”

She hummed, still lazily snuggling him.

“I love you.”

She smiled against his chest. “I fucked you that good, huh?”

Rowan tensed under her touch, not the reaction she was hoping for. He wouldn’t meet her eye either, even if he was trying to act as if nothing was wrong, and that’s when it dawned on Aelin. It was the second time he said the words to her, but she had failed to say it back.

“Ro?” With her head on his chest, she waited until his guarded green eyes met hers again. “I love you.”

His face cleared, a grin blooming on his previously reserved face like the sun parting through the clouds. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” A laugh tore out of her, her heart hammering at the sight of his silly grin.

Rowan caged her beneath him again, peppering kisses all over her face, and between steamy sex and sweet cuddles, she could stay here all night. Something told her she would.

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“Morning, sunshine!”

Aelin didn’t know if it was Maisie’s high-pitched voice or the sound of the door slamming against the wall as the little girl busted it open, but it made her wake up in a jolt.

The way her daughter’s eyes widened was almost comical. “Mom!” She jumped onto the foot of Rowan’s bed. “You didn’t tell me you were having a sleepover.”

Aelin’s cheeks burned with the innocent comment on what she did last night. Repeatedly. Until way past her bedtime.

She wore the same oversized t-shirt she stole from Rowan last night, while he had shorts on. Though sleeping naked together would’ve been amazing, it was either that or leaving Maisie locked out if she had a nightmare.

“Maisy Daisy.” Aelin tried to sound joyful, but she was in desperate need to put some clothes before her motherly duties for the day began. It seemed a good enough alternative to a nightly emergency, but her barely-covered state didn’t look decent in the light of day. Still, she didn’t want to sound too stern and spook the little girl out, end her morning cheerfulness. “What did we talk about knocking?”

“No need at Daddy’s!” She grinned, which meant she was following the rules.

She sent Maisie a strained smile. “Honey, can you give us some privacy, please?”

“Yep.” She dramatically popped the p sound before running away.

Aelin slowly slid a deadly glare Rowan’s way and, to be fair, he did look apologetic. She could not believe he’d go over something she said and make Maisie follow different rules for different houses.

They were raising Maisie the same way, right?

“I’m so sorry—“

“You don’t ask her to knock?” Aelin whisper-yelled.

He raised both hands in surrender. “Well, I didn’t need to. Now I do, and—“

“I cannot believe—“

“Mommy?” Maisie peeked inside the room again, head tilted.

Aelin startled, hoping her daughter didn’t make too much of their hushed tone. “What, honey?”

“What’s a pribacy?”

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[ender-princee]

Okay, I'm putting this here because God do I have a lot of thoughts, and I don't have a limit here hehe.

Okay, so we all know how yesterday all the eggs (at least the ones that woke up) showed up dirty and with various other traumas. (Chayanne having the feeling he was supposed to wake up, Tallulah feeling in pain and like it would never end, Leonarda just very drawn back and quiet.) And how those with hats had them skewed off and all that.

So I know the theories for those were either a) hatching b) rotting c) they got taken by the federation and beat up.

Based on today, the eggs being missing and the only thing being left is their signature thing, all three things are still a possibility with the way they work. (Although some are more likely than others)

So a) hatching. Honestly out of the three, this is the least likely even if I want it to be true. In mythology from what I can remember, Dragons typically like much warmer climates (ie: volcanoes, deserts), so the eggs could have left of their own volition to go hatch in a warmer climate like they're supposed to. However, This is helped by cellbits code the other day that said the word "eclosion" which means to come out of a shell or pupal state, and would also be explained by quackity studios post of "Oops 🍳" (which is where I got the warmer thing because technically this would be the eggs getting "warmer")

b) rotting. This is still a big possibility as I read from someone who's owned several snakes, and since dragons are technically classified as reptiles we can guess at how their gestation period would work using snakes. It's been about 4 months since the egg event started and most snakes hatch in 45-70 days (sorry if this is inaccurate I did my best but cannot look at snakes at all so this was a little difficult to look up) and taking into account that dragons are much larger than snakes we can guess that they would have at least double the amount of time of the largest snake gestation time.

Which is about 4 months.

Of which after, snake eggs can begin to start rotting because of some shit idk (I am terrified of the things) but they would show discoloration if they did, and/or also growing bigger like Chayanne seemed to look the day before they all left.

Which could imply they are rotting, and they all left to be together when they were rotting as they didn't want to see their parents see them in that state, or the federation took them because this was happening and the plan of federation experiments had failed. (I know it's a lot and probably a long stretch but I have thoughts and I need to put them down and thanks to that one person on twt for mentioning the discoloration and sending me on a rabbit hole of thinking)

Okay finally c) the eggs got beat up by the federation. This is honestly the most likely solution for when they all showed up dirty and such. Because this followed by being kidnapped with no warning other than the cryptic code sent by quackity studios yesterday would make a lot of sense.

We saw evidence of physical attacks in ways other than the dirt and items being messed up in Chayanne being confused, Leo being uncharacteristicly quiet, and Tallulah claiming that her entire body hurt. All of which was likely the punishment of letting one of the new players die on the way back to spawn which they were specifically instructed not to do. It also makes sense as to why they waited to do this, because if they had just done this immediately, they wouldn't have everyone on the server concerned and it wouldn't be an overall punishment. They would have to wait for the new players to get to know the eggs and then the punishment would have more effect when the federation took them.

This would also make sense as none of them would just leave, and especially not without their trademark item/clothes, which has never happened (as far as I'm aware) even in the previous two times they've been kidnapped. That and the federation does not wish well for the eggs or the islanders even if cucurocho claims that we'll know where they went soon.

So in summary most likely is c, least likely is a, and god what the hell were you thinking is b because I feel like that is a major stretch but idk there's my thoughts Tumblr.

Honestly, kudos to you if you read that entire basically essay of me rambling about theories. There's probably more that I forgot lol.

[nobedofroses]

December 17th

pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x reader

warnings: fluff

words: 1.6k

a/n: oops, this one got long too, but Joel and a bookshop, how could i not just keep writing? picture prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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He always came in alone. Well, except for his daughter, Sarah. But every week, without fail, the two of them came in for your story time and then browsed and read for around another hour afterward. 

It made you wonder if he was single. Or maybe his partner worked on Saturdays or liked to sleep in or hated books or any other reason why he was always alone. You had snuck many glances at his left hand ring finger (in case he had forgotten to wear it one day but had it the next week) and there was never a ring. Never even a tan line, and he had been tan in the summer. 

You wondered if he worked outside or just liked to spend a lot of time outdoors. He had these big, functional muscles that made you think they came from his line of work rather than going to the gym multiple times a week. Besides, who had the time with a five year old at home? 

They were easily your best regulars, only missing it one or twice outside of when it was canceled due to holidays. But, aside from small chats with Sarah, you knew less about them than people that came half as much. Which only made you more curious, more interested. 

During the story and if there was an activity afterward, you were always focused on the kids, but as soon as everything was packed away and you went back to your duties as a member of staff, it was all you could do to keep yourself from following him around the store. 

You still caught yourself staring, taking several minutes to shelve one book left on the “decided not to buy” cart if it was remotely in the same section as he was. And since you were the de facto staff for the children’s section, in charge of restocking, tidying the toys, and answering questions, whenever Sarah had a question she came right to you. 

She was an adorable and smart child and it melted your heart every time he referred to her off handedly as “baby girl.” 

You had known his name, Joel, since one of the first times they came in because he had a membership and never had his card on him, so you had to look him up by phone number and confirm with his name. And technically, he must know your name too since you told everyone before every book you read. But you don’t think he had ever used your name, only ever telling Sarah to thank her “teacher” at the end of every story time. 

If only you could work up the courage to talk to him, then you were certain that fate would take control and the two of you would end up finding out you had great chemistry and were compatible and go on dates and you could definitely be a good stepmom, you were sure of it. 

But months went by and you never said more than a couple words to him. You were worried that soon enough Sarah would age out of story time and they would stop coming. Or at least that they would stop coming when you were working and you would never see them again. 

Then in December, when you were working your Friday morning shift, Joel came in, just himself this time. You had been putting away finger puppets that had been abandoned on the floor and when someone said your name, you turned, all of them still in your hands. And then when you saw it was Joel, you promptly dropped them all. 

Quickly bending down to pick them up, you nearly knocked heads with Joel, who was doing the same thing. The two of you had the puppets in their bin in a minute, and then you stood up again, your face and chest and neck burning with embarrassment. 

“Thank you for helping,” you said quietly, just glad your voice didn’t shake. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Joel said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking sheepish. Which, you decided, was a very adorable look on him. “I left work for a couple hours to do some Christmas shoppin’ and figured I should come here today without Sarah so she won’t see me buy all her presents.” 

You smiled and nodded, “That’s smart, um, is there anything I can help you with?” 

“Yeah, that’s why I was comin’ over to talk to you. Honestly, Sarah asks for the books that “teacher” reads all the time and we don’t have any but a couple, so I wanted to see if you have a list or somethin’ that I could just get her favorites from,” Joel said, his eyes intent on yours, making your heart do something funny. 

“Um, yeah, I mean I don’t have a list already typed up or anything, but I know most of them off the top of my head. I can just start grabbing them and you can pick from the stack, if that’s okay?” you offered, hoping that he wouldn’t be annoyed that it was going to take longer. 

“Sure, that’s perfect. I can hold them while you search,” he offered with a smile that made your tummy swoop. 

From there, it took about ten minutes to get all of the books that you had read in the past couple of months and could remember right away since they were in different sections. Then there were a few that Joel prompted you for, like “the crystal book” that was about geodes, or “the worm book” that was about compost. 

During the fifteen minutes or so it ended up being, the two of you talked more than you ever had in the previous eight months. It was still pretty surface level talk, but you did find out from a passing comment that he was raising Sarah alone and you let it slip that you were single as well. You also discovered that he was a contractor, which explained the muscles. He asked you if you were happy with your position and you told him you were, that you loved introducing kids to reading and just getting to spend time with them because they were always so interesting and funny. 

By the time he had chosen ten out of the twenty books you had gotten from the shelves, you were way less intimidated by talking to him and even the tiniest bit hopeful that it would happen more often in the future. 

And then he surprised you, “I don’t want to overstep or anything, and I know you’re at work and this is weird so feel free to say no, like, we’ll still come to story time and I won’t make it uncomfortable or anything—”

You had been very confused at first, wondering why he was rambling on since that really didn’t seem like something he would typically do, but when you actually paid attention to his words, you wondered if maybe he was trying to ask you out. 

Gently, you interrupted him, “Joel, I promise I’ll listen with an open mind, don’t worry.” 

He shot you a self-deprecating smile and you got butterflies, “Well, I was just wonderin’ if you’d let me take me out to coffee— dinner, I mean, or a movie or somethin’. To thank you for all your help today.” 

You couldn’t help the grin that came to your face and you nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that, I’d, um, really like that.” 

Joel smiled back and the two of you couldn’t stop after that, looking at each other and getting that tingly, excited feeling the whole time you were ringing him up. Once he had paid, you offered to help him carry his books out as an obvious ruse to spend more time with him because with arms like his, ten children’s books were probably like carrying a pillow. Joel thanked you for your help but didn’t actually end up giving you any of the books to carry so you opened the door for him instead. 

When you got to his car, his hands were a little full since he was also carrying a coffee you had made him at the little cafe inside, so he asked, “Actually, could you grab my keys? They’re just in my inside coat pocket.” 

 You swallowed thickly and reached forward to grab the keys, fingers brushing his abdomen when you did and then you unlocked his truck for him. Once he had leaned in and set the books and coffee down (which exposed a delicious sliver of his tummy to you when his shirt rode up), he stood right in front of you, crowding into your space just a bit. You loved it. 

“Thank you again, for everything. I’ll call you soon so I can get you that dinner,” he said, speaking softer than in the bookstore since there was nothing around to overpower his words. “Just need a day when I can get a sitter. Or if my brother is willing to give up a night at the bar.” 

You laughed lightly but said, “I don’t want to cross any boundaries, but I wouldn’t mind dinner with you and Sarah if it comes down to it.” 

Joel smiled knowingly and said, “But if Sarah’s there, I can’t do this.” 

And then he leaned in, holding your face gently with one hand, and kissed you. It wasn’t very long or very deep, but it was very warm and it made little fizzes of excitement spread through your body. 

He pulled back partway like he was going to stop and then kissed you again instead, and this time your hand came up to his chest, needing to steady yourself at least a little bit. Then he really did pull back and swept his thumb over your cheek, no doubt feeling its warmth and you smiled sheepishly, “No Sarah then.” Joel laughed, “No Sarah.”

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