#i woke up to their screeches this morning which was fun

[rhythmmortis]

Grabs you. My freind

TUMBLR HOMOPHOBIC MOMENTS FOR NOT SHOWING ME THIS NOTIFICATION?????? GRAB. HI. I LOVE YOU

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

HCs of Alfie with a younger wife? Like in her mid 20s 💕

Hello my darling!!! I’m sorry this took forever! But I am back!!! Please enjoy this little nugget. Also y’all HCs are so fun!!!! Maybe I should do more.

He wasn’t planning on marrying a younger woman. Let’s be honest he wasn’t planning on getting married PERIOD.

But then you blustered in…

You came in. Full of wisdom so far beyond your age. Full of confidence that came from the knowledge that you were the best you you could be. Full of light that he thought would flee from a man like him.

He immediately was drawn to you. Your soothing voice that brought down his rage, which so quickly could come full force against him when he got too brash and foolish, reminding him that there’s no need to destroy what was not yet broken.

Despite the incurable draw to you, he said he would stay away. Be respectful. Be a respectful old man.

You would have none of it. Because truthfully he wasn’t that old. He was just snippy and preferred his habits. He hadn’t been a young man ever since the war. Regardless what his birth certificate said.

In truth it didn’t take too much to get him to relent. He’s just a man in front of a beautifully infuriating woman. And after a screaming match ending with you laughing at his reddening ears and hoarse voice, he let himself finally say it, “Right then. Now only my woman gets to screech at me like you do. So I’ll see you tomorrow night? Take you to the pictures and maybe dinner?”

And soon enough he asked for your hand, rumors and shaking heads be damned. He needed you more than air, and for some reason you loved him just as much.

Alfie expected his life would change once you were moved into his home. Was only natural. But he didn’t expect to change THIS much.

Or that he would like it. That he would feel like a chasm he didn’t realize he had was finally sealed up and healed with the first morning he woke up to you next to him.

Younger yes. Unorganized you were not. And very quickly upon your arrival did you see the bachelor pad state and work your magic to rectify. To turn this dragon’s cave into an actual home. Curtains and windows finally opened to let in fresh air. Ledgers and letters were filed away. The garden in the back finally being tended to to indicate actual humans lived and loved on the premises.

Remember that Alfie has been a bachelor the majority of his life. Any pretty women which came into his life were quickly shoo’d away. So to say he was puzzled by your��� womanly… tools?? Weapons??… was putting it lightly.

“My dove now what the fuck are these? They look like tiny dinner rolls.”

“They’re rollers Alfie! For my hair! Gives it the wave.”

“Right right hair wave rollers yes of course. Now what about these… powders and things?”

“My rouge and lipstick darling.”

He didn’t get it at all.

Though Alfie is partial to opera and the absolute classics, he adores the new music you bring home. His family in Boston adore you immensely and have taken to mailing you the newest records in America.

If you’re extra sweet, you can usually coax him to dance with you, spinning yourself around him in a tizzy. By the end of your evenings he’s drunk without even a single sip of rum.

He’s never been so happy. So care free. But there is this nagging feeling in his stomach. One that won’t go away. That maybe you’re not truly happy. That you’re secretly wishing to be back out with the young people. To go out dancing in pretty dresses instead of in the living room in your dressing gown. To be fawned over in illustrious restaurants instead of cooking dinner together most nights. Had he robbed you of your youth simply because he’s selfish?

He never tells you this. No being a man means keeping your feelings inside and not letting your woman see you less than perfectly confident. (His words not mine)

But you read him so easily. It’s easy when you love someone so completely. Especially if your lover gets the deepest scowl on his face when he’s troubled, staring deep into space.

When you finally coax him out of him, he merely grumbled like a shifting mountain, trying to brush it off.

But oh how he wished he told you sooner. You assure him that you never really enjoyed the clubs and high society outings. You much preferred to stay home with your friends and other loved ones. What could possibly be out there that could even come close to what you have in the house.

When you do manage to get out of the house, either to the cinema, walking Cyril, venturing out for dinner, or because you insisted that walking is good for him, he is fully aware of the stares.

Some are… disapproving. As much as they can be towards the King of Camden. But the ones he is most irritated by are the love sick stares of the young men who trail after you. Clearly covetous and stupid enough to be blind to the beast that walks close beside you.

He is shocked you don’t notice. When he brings it up to you, you merely laugh, “Why would I be noticing men staring? The only man I’m concerned with is you.”

That comment makes him smirk wickedly, grasping firmly to your waist as you laughed brightly, swatting his chest playfully when he growls in your ear.

For all your ferocity and fiery eyes, Alfie still dotes on you and frets over you. Little presents are common. He insists on you bundling at the slightest drop of temperature or precipitation. And begrudgingly “permits” you to attend to errands on your own (you and everyone else knows he would never forbid you unless it was truly dangerous. But he loves to rile you up and tease).

You’ll never want for anything being his bride. Nothing is off limits for you. Even if he does make a show of pulling out bank notes, groaning about how his bank account suffers. Even when he’s the one that insists on buying you new things.

He may be the older one, but you are some how so much more wiser and practical. Anchoring him to the present when the nightmares come. Secretly convening with his doctors to heal the deep aches and malaise. He insists you’re magic.

To some it’s unconventional. Your love doesn’t make sense. But to those who truly know, you’re a match made in heaven.

[inc0gnitoo]

first off the list…

stardew valley <3

harvey x reader- doctors orders SMUT

youve been dodging your appointment for months now. an embarrassing amount. so, lucky for you, your neighbor shane is helping you out by forcing you to go!! aren’t you just lucky. now you have to try and pretend you DONT want to have sex with your doctor. have fun!

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a screeching cry from your horse woke you from your slumber, bringing you a shocking way to wake up. shooting up from bed, you shoved yourself into some pants and scurried outside, the brightness of the lovely 6am sun blinding you. sure, farm life was great. the responsibility, the freedom, the cute animals you would take care of, it was nice.

your neighbour, shane, not as nice. especially on mornings like this, where his idea of helping out was trying to clean out your poor horses nails.

“y/n!! did i wake ya?” he chuckled a bit, knowing damn well what he started. he pulled himself up from the ground he held your horses shoes at, as it let out a huff of frustration. wiping his forehead, he grinned at you.

“thought ya wouldn’t mind if i helped you with your horse this time around. i usually deal with the chickens but..”

sighing, dramatically, you raised a brow. what an idiot. but, he was your best friend, and had always been since you first moved here. sure, he wasn’t doing so great when you first met, but he’s cleaned himself up a bit. thankfully. for your sake, and for jas.

“shane..” you laughed a bit, almost in disbelief at his attempts. “thanks, but i don’t think poor maverick deserves any of what you’re trying to do.”

giving you a somewhat cocky, but pouty expression, he practically dropped with sarcasm as he whined, “you don’t appreciate my hard work.” he strolled over, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“need me to give you something to do?” you asked, gesturing your head towards your coops, full of clucking creatures that would be oh so grateful if you decided to give them their morning due.

“actually,” he began, pulling out a crumply letter that you assumed he’d pulled from your mailbox. “the doc wants you to go for your checkup.”

“you went through my mail?” you huffed, crossing your arms. he had a tendency to do that, especially when he was the one sending it. he was confident in his ability to give you good gifts. like pizza. or that weird bun recipe? which you’ve never tried? and probably won’t?

his grin turning into a more mischevious smirk, he nodded his head. “sure did, farmer. i’m sure he’s gonna have a very important conversation with you today,” he wiggled his eyebrows, childish as ALWAYS.

sometimes you wish he stayed the emo alcoholic he was before.

“shane!” you began, flustered as you snatched the sheet from his hand, scanning it quickly. just a nice, quick and brief letter. no connotations whatsoever. but shane knew you would overthink it. that little crush you had on your doctor was no secret.

“and it’s first thing in the morning too. must’ve been thinking about you all ni-“

SMACK.

giving him a hard tap on the shoulder, you smacked him away, making your way past him, burning with embarrassment. steam practically seethed from your ears. “i. will deal with that. after YOU deal with the chickens, kay?”

rubbing his arm while wincing a bit, he began his walk to your coops. “boo. you’re no fun.”

no fun? no fun??

sitting in your doctors office, bouncing your leg with anticipation and nervousness was definitely your idea of fun.

the clock in harvey’s clinic was broken. not in the way that you couldn’t read the time, but the sound it made. the incredibly clacky ticks it would make like it was on its last legs. which it basically was. speaking of last legs..

“come back as soon as you need it, george!” harvey’s voice came from behind the door, creaking open as evelyn, pushing george through the door that harvey held for them.

“thank you, doctor harvey. you are too kind.” evelyn, the sweet old lady she was, always so generous with her words. it made poor harvey so bashful. it was cute.

she smiled to you, the anxious little farmer sitting in the waiting room, ignoring the shaking of your leg. “good luck, dearie.” george, much unlike his wife, completely ignored your interaction, crabby as always.

harvey snapped his head to face you. “ah, y/n. early, i see?” of course, you had shown up 25 minutes sooner than you had to. shane was starting to push your buttons, what else were you to do?

nervously, you cleared your throat, the ringing bell or the door to the clinic closing filling the room. you spoke, “y-yeah, haha. i just was excited to-“ he raised a brow, allowing you to pursue your sentence despite your obvious hesitation. “ah, see what you wanted from me.”

“excited?” your doctor had a smirk creeping on his face, “i surely haven’t heard that term before when used in my office, but it does have a nice ring to it.”

you were just as shocked as him, listening to yourself talk. sometimes you wondered how you even managed to speak to people with the things that came to your mind in conversation.

“glad to hear..” you breathed, standing up from your seat. “so.. you called me in for..?” you inquired, hands stuffed into your pockets uncomfortably as you shuffled over to him.

“mm, yes.” harvey hummed, making room for you to walk into his office, almost pressing himself into the wall. he was too polite for his own good. nonetheless, he spoke, “i just had a few things i needed to discuss. nothing to panic about.” he reassured you, knowing how you felt in his office. ever since you’d first moved to pelican town, you’d always been nervous going to his office. sure, 5 years living here, you’d think that you would be used to it by now.

maybe it wasn’t just the office..

oh, for sure. it was him.

you couldn’t help it. he was so gentle with you. the way he’d make sure you were comfortable with everything he was doing, everywhere he was touching. always asking questions, and he was so, so charming. and his hands-

“take a seat, please.”

his orotund voice instructed you, his hand held out towards the medical bed. as you made your way over, he grabbed his clipboard and set a sheet of paper under the clip.

“okay…” he mumbled, mostly to himself, sliding his pen down the sheet, almost as if he was observing a checklist. your leg, subconsciously, began to bounce.

sliding a chair up to the bed, he took a seat, huffing a bit as he did, almost getting relaxed in the chair and slumping his hips forward. he clicked his own, and gazed up at you through his glasses.

“just going to ask you a few.. introductory questions, as usual.” he looked back down at his sheet, taking a moment of pause before speaking up once again.

“what has your diet been like?” he asks, genuinely. he had a way with his clients, his patients, you supposed. he always cared, perhaps due to the size of the town, being so small and insignificant if you weren’t apart of it. he was interested in the lives of the people he worked with, or maybe he was just interested in you.

“ah, since it’s summer, i’ve been having lots of strawberries from the farm. corn, too. lots of corn..” you sighed, feeling a bit sluggish at the thought of returning to your farm and ripping off those corn stems again.

“so, mostly your own crops, then?” he raised a brow, curiosity swirling in his eyes. he’d always been so fascinated with the idea of living on a farm. it was appealing, being in control of your own business. to him, at least.

nodding your head, you looked at him, for the first time this appointment, already feeling your face grow hot at his intense eye contact.

“yes, usually.”

scribbling a note into his clipboard, it felt like the silence was collapsing in on you two. it was hot, you felt hot.

he clicked his tongue, seemingly satisfied with whatever he wrote down, and looked back up.

“i’m assuming you’re good with exercise, of course. your body is great.”

he hesitated, a bit, seeming to overthink his words.

and with good reason, the implications of his sentence gave you a chill down your spine, feeling flustered and uncomfortable in your seat, suddenly. like you had to jump up, go for a run.

“uh, health wise, i-i mean. not that you don’t look great.” he corrected himself, a bit breathless as he spoke, knowing damn well he’d just made it worse. he couldn’t help but put emphasis on his words. either way, he hurriedly moved on, observing his sheet once more.

you sat in anxious silence, still bouncing your leg. there wasn’t much in his office. not much noise, except if you listened, his breathing. it was heavy, much like your own. like he’d been the one being examined this entire time. yet, he was the one with his eyes on you.

“are you.. sexually active?”

feeling yourself grow hotter by the second, you cleared your throat. “um, n-no. not currently.” why did you say it that way? why did you overthink your words so much, too? he’s asked you this question a dozen times, every appointment, and for some reason, you felt so, so, on edge just from his voice. the way he asked you. his voice was low, as usual, but it was gruff. like he’d been talking too much.

“mm.” he hummed, again, scribbling on his board. his face was pink, his ears mostly. which really sold him out. he’d like to think he was more nonchalant, especially when it came to appointments with you. he was glad nobody else had to come in today. he could take his time with you.

“just to confirm, you are aware this is a physical exam, yes?” he cocked his brow, almost inquisitively. like, he knew you weren’t aware. he was dying to touch you already, even if it was strictly kept professional. something about the way you would shiver every time his hands grazed your skin gave him a sense of superiority. he liked it.

but you, a tad shock stricken, nodded your head. “ah, i’m aware now.” you murmured, fiddling with the ring on your finger, feeling awfully shy, worse than before. now he has to touch you, and oh god, you weren’t sure how your body would react.

“i did give you a warning on the letter, don’t stress about missing it,” he said as a gentle reminder, setting down his board. he stood up, adjusting his jacket before taking it off, smoothing it out as he set it down on his desk.

slowly, almost trying to antagonize you, he began rolling up his sleeves, buttoning the cuffs. looking back over at you, shaky leg and all, he chuckled a bit. he grabbed another chair, sliding it in front of you. this one was a bit more at your level. when he sat on it, he was taller than you now.

“no need to be nervous, y/n, we’ve done this before.”

harvey attempted to put you more at ease, which was of course, helpless. he knew you wouldn’t relax. as much as he wished you would. not like he could help it though, he knew how you reacted around him. it’s not like it was a secret.

every physical between you two was the same. his cold hands against your warm skin, giving you the chills. he’d apologize, and you’d breathlessly apologize back, for being so nervous. and he’d say, “no, please, it’s okay.”

as you began snapping back to reality, there he was standing in front of you, pulling on a pair of medical gloves. leaning down to your level, he made himself face to face with you. a snap came from his wrist as he gave you a smile. voice low and pleasant, he spoke,

“i’ll be gentle.”

your helpless attempts to keep yourself still were.. to say the least, pathetic. he started off normal, as most appointments go, but the moment his hands went to feel your waist, you lost any sense of normality.

as soon as harveys hands grazed your waist, your back seemingly out of reflex, arched forward, causing you let out a gentle gasp. he looked up at you, again, through his glasses, raising his brow. frantically, you immediately went to apologize,

“i-im sorry. i get-“

he squeezed your waist a bit, almost teasingly, like he was scolding a dog for stealing a treat off the counter.

“ah, ah, no apologizing anymore. doctors orders.” he was stern, commanding. that wasn’t a recommendation, that was a demand. and you weren’t about to ignore it. especially with how he looked at you as he spoke. his eyes were slightly hooded, almost as if he was tired and had just woke up moments prior. but he was focussed, hyper aware of every movement you made, and even more hyper aware of every apology you’d been mumbling each time you’d make a sound.

saying nothing, you nodded your head, making a slight ‘mhm’ in response. his brows furrowed a bit, as he sat up. suddenly, it didn’t feel like you were in the doctors office anymore. he seemed on the verge of cracking, feeling a sort of lack of confidence in his professionalism. one more word from you and he was sure he’d break.

“good job.” he purred, pulling his seat in closer. he set his hands on your knees, he was above you now, from this angle, looking down at you as he spoke,

“i’m going to have to get a bit more invasive, i’m sure you don’t mind, do you?” he inquired, knowing full well your answer. taking a large breath, a shaky one, you spoke,

“please.”

without a moment of hesitation, you were kissing your doctor. every time you’d thought about it, you’d never imagined it would be like this. his hands on your thighs, locked lips so hotly you could barely breathe. the both of you didn’t want to separate, feeling so nice together. harvey refused to let go of you, his hand sliding up your hip to grab your waist.

he took his time feeling you, letting his hands praise your body. it was different than during your check ups, now. he was able to go wherever he wanted, however he wanted. learn your body more than just how the textbooks said it would feel.

“ah, i’ve felt this.. aching, for months.” harvey crooned through kisses, only taking a bit of a pull away to look at you, admiring the redness of your cheeks, and how hot you felt, and how beautiful you were.

“i cant believe i let myself take forever to touch you like this.”

god, he was making it difficult to stay quiet. your mind was foggy, swarmed with thoughts of what he was going to do next. where his hands were going, how hard he was going to kiss you, and where. and how his lips tasted when they were connected with yours. and how he’s just as desperate as you are, and how you wanted him more than anything right now.

he stood up slowly and almost hesitantly, keeping his head down to yours, not allowing your lips to keep themselves apart. his breath was minty, fresh and it tasted just the same. it was delicious. as he stood, his knee slid between your legs, moving his hand to your back to push you further into it, more against the edge of the medical bed. “mm, much better.” he whispered, mostly to himself, feeling the heat between your legs against his knee.

quietly, you let out a little noise, taking hold of his arm and gripping his dress shirt with your nails. harvey, sucking in air through his teeth, pressed you further up against him, your chests together.

“please don’t stop grabbing me like that.” he whispered, placing a final kiss on your cheek before lowering his head down, nuzzling himself into your neck. his hand was teasing you, pressing and rubbing circles into the nerve in your hip, sending waves of pleasure into your groin. he knew the body so well, and man, were you grateful for it.

his knee left your thighs as he pressed his tongue to your neck, giving you a shiver of arousal down your spine and earning a gentle moan from you. “ah, so you’re sensitive there?”

“e-everywhere, doc.”

he felt the hairs behind his neck rise as you spoke, “doc? you want to keep me in charge, do you?”

whining a little, you nodded, “i want you.” your voice was so scratchy, feeling weak and unable to breathe. but in the best way, knowing it was him that could make you feel like this. vulnerable.

“mm.” his voice was lustful as he crooned to you, “you do, do you? how about you get on your knees then? doctors orders, y/n.”

a chill crawled up your neck, arousal burning through your veins. you were so willing to listen to him, immediately making your way to the floor, sitting on your knees with your hands set on your lap.

he tilted his head to the side, strumming his thumb across your cheek. “good,” he whispered to you, sliding his thumb across your jaw. you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes and just leaving yourself there, only for a moment, before took his hand away.

slowly, harvey began to unbutton his work slacks, looking down to you. “you’re okay with this?” he asked, his hand stuck on his zipper. how sweet of him. he was so reassurance, always fining you a way out. even in his appointments, your check ups, he would always make sure you were doing okay.

of course, this situation was.. much different.

“yes. of course, harvey.” you purred, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “i’ve been wanting this just as much as you.” you insisted, unable to calm the giddy feeling in your chest at the thought of pleasing the man you’ve been obsessing over for the past.. way too long.

he groaned, a slight whine in his eagerness, unzipping his pants and pulling them down, revealing the tent that you gave him. you leaned forward, taking the initiative, and allowing yourself to take his cock yourself.

lucky for you, he was the perfect size, something you had problems with other men before. as you gazed up at him with admiration, he was holding his hand against his face, redness pouring into his cheeks. he was looking away from you, hiding his gaze.

you chuckled a bit, wrapping your hand around his length. “shy?” you teased, before opening your mouth and teasing the tip with your tongue.

“haah..” he breathed, immediately looking back down to you. your eyes, with batting eyelashes, were sending him spiraling, he could barely contain himself. “beautiful, y/n.” he whispered, placing his hand on the back of your head.

you teased him for a bit longer, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet. it was payback for all those times he’d done this to you during your check ups. all those times maru had interrupted just as his hand would slide up your thigh. all those times he’d murmur in your ear, knowing the implications behind his phrases.

“ng, no more of that.” he grunted, pushing your head further onto his cock. you hesitated, just for a moment, before finding a steady rhythm, swirling your tongue around him. his low and guttural moan told you he liked it.

“that’s good, that’s sooo good, don’t stop.” harvey sighed, rocking his hips back and forth slowly, but surely, as he found grip on your hair, pulling it up into a bundle in his large hands. each time your hand would twist a certain way, it would elicit a content moan from your doctor, and a mumble of praise. he knew where he wanted you to touch, where he wanted your mouth to go. and he would lead you there, pushing your head down, filling your mouth more with his length. it was addicting, his praise. his touch. you were willing to do anything for him at this point. anything to hear that pretty voice of his call you perfect.

“ha..” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair, ruffling it a bit. “y-you keep doing that, i don’t know how much longer i can-“ he groaned, through his teeth, his brows furrowing. you had found a new pace on his cock, one that he particularly enjoyed. “ahg, last..”

you smirked a little against him, finding a sick pleasure in his weak points. seeing him made humble. it didn’t last long though, as his grip on your hair tightened, pulling you in.

“y-yeah? like seeing me all bent out of shape because of you?” he gasped, feeling himself drawing closer to his finish. “wanna make me.. nervous?” he panted out, a whine laced in his tone. he was less confident now, his voice shaky and weak.

pulling away with a pop, you smirked, “i really really do-“ you said with a mischievous grin, feeling proud of yourself.

sadly, that pride didn’t pursue much longer. he took the opportunity of you soaking in your pride to take you by the jaw and pull your face up to look up to him. you gasped in shock, though he had a soft expression, he had a smug smile smacked on his face.

“your turn.” harvey purred, helping you pull yourself up with the grip on your jaw and allowing him to hold you closer, wrapping his hand around your waist and squeezing it as he spoke, “go on, sit. you don’t need me to make you, do you?”

“no, sir,” the words fell out of your mouth so effortlessly, like you weren’t thinking before you spoke. and you weren’t. it was humorous, really, how you could go from so confident to needy and obedient so quickly. he loved it.

the nickname ‘sir’ gave him chills, giving him that sweet feeling of superiority over you. sure, he had his fair share of sex in college, but he was never confident enough to be able to actually execute the fantasies in his mind.

but now, he had you.

and you were all his.

with zero hesitation, you were pressed on the bed, the plastic sheet crinkling beneath you. your back was already arching just from the thoughts rushing through your head. what was harvey going to do now? how much better was it going to feel? your eyes went to his hands, watching him as he slowly removed his gloves.

“cant have those..” he mumbled to himself, tossing the gloves aside before crawling above you on the bed. his shadow fell over you, enshrouding you in him. his hip bones pressed up to your own, leaning his head down to your ear, mustache brushing against your skin as he whispered,

“stay still.”

as harvey found his place with his lips buried in your neck, you could feel his hand slide down your waist, sensitivity making you suck in from his touch. you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, just from knowing what he was going to do. it was like a dream, you felt crazy. your brain couldn’t comprehend anything now, except how badly you wanted his hands to keep going.

and they did.

harvey tugged on the hook of your farm slacks, giving you the opportunity to pull them down yourself, and wrap your arms around his back underneath his own. feeling your hands on him, he let out a sigh. “i love when you touch me, y/n.”

“i love touching you.”

letting his mind wander for only a brief moment, harvey groaned, his thoughts going everywhere but appropriate places. he was glad he was living it, instead of just imagining it. sitting at his desk, thoughts of you invading his mind. poor maru, asking why he was so zoned out.

he was teasing you, holding his hand just above your crotch and the brink of your panties,leaving it there. your legs shook, and you bucked your hips slightly forward and up against his palm.

“please.” you whined, feeling an overwhelming tightness building in your groin. it was paralyzing, almost, the way you felt so weak. and it irritated you, how he was treating you like this. of course, it was him doing it, so you didn’t mind. he was spoiling you just by allowing you this opportunity.

just as much though, you were spoiling him. he was so grateful he was able to touch you like this.

harvey chuckled a little, pleased with your whimpering. he slowly pressed his finger against your clit, the fabric rubbing up against it as he slowly drew circles on it. you gasped, your back immediately arching up. you cursed a bit, under your breath, gaining a sinful sigh from him as he smiled at you in satisfaction.

you tugged on the band of your panties, hoping he’d get the hint to remove them. “harvey..” you whispered, pathetically.

he raised a brow, a straight expression screwed to his face. “hmm?”

“take these off.” impatiently, you spoke, in a slightly stern tone, finished with all this teasingly vague touch. harvey, startled at your sudden tone, blew up in red, clearing his throat. “ah, aha.. if you insist,

y/n.”

you had to admit, you liked how flustered he became. how you could feel his grip tighten on the sheet beneath you. how his brows furrowed because of how flustered he became.

as harvey slid down your underwear to your ankles, you kicked them off the bed urgently, adjusting your position to be further up against his hand, earning an amused hum from him. he was reminded of you, and your position beneath him, and it gave him a delicious feeling of warmth in his groin.

his hand returned to his place between your legs, beginning a sort of circular motion on your clit with his thumb before slowly sliding a finger inside, eliciting a sweet moan from you. he hummed, quite satisfied with himself, and created a gentle rhythm.

harvey was talented with his hands, there was no doubt about it, you thought, grateful that your doctor was the man he was. you were lucky, for sure, having such a dexterous man being the one finding his place inside of you. and you showed him your gratefulness, rewarding him with moans of ecstasy just from his hand.

he got comfortable, inserting another fing-

“doctor harvey?” a knock came from the door.

you jumped, breath catching in your throat, causing his finger to twist upwards pressing into your g spot, causing a moan you couldn’t help to begin to slip from your lips. harvey hurriedly slapped his free hand to your mouth, giving you a stern expression.

“y-yes, maru?” he stuttered out, his thumb almost subconsciously continuing to massage your clit, screwing your eyes shut in pleasure.

“i was just wondering if you needed any extra support with your paperwork.. i know you’ve been busy..” she sounded hesitant, like she had more to say.

“no, no. i’ve got it all covered,” he said, so casual, despite the bead of sweat dripping down his forehead and the occasional hard swallow. he looked back to you, the smallest and most mischevious smirk on his face.

slowly, he put another finger in, curling them up into your g-spot, making you buck your hips forward up into his hand, almost on instinct, like a reflex.

“ah- harvey-!” you gasped into his hand, and he simply pressed it harder onto your mouth.

“keep it down, y/n.” he whispered, “cant have maru hearing you whimper like that, can we?”

slowly, maru wrapped her hand around the handle, beginning to twist it, “are you sure? i can-“

“i-im quite sure! thank you! i believe you have work to do, don’t you?” harvey rushed, a shot of fear running through his body at the thought of his assistant catching him like this with a patient.

with you, at that. yet, a rush of excitement ran through his mind at the same thought.

“if you insist..” she let go of the door, her footsteps clicking across the floor as she made her way back to the office.

you let out a sigh of relief into his hand as he removed it, boiling up a bit of anger. “h-harvey! what were you-“

“sh.” he whispered, “don’t act like you don’t like the rush.. i know i do.” he sighed, breathing a huff of air. “as nervous as it makes me..” he mumbled the last half under his breath, as if you weren’t sharing your most vulnerable parts together. he still wanted to be perfect for you. taking his fingers out, causing you to sigh in frustration, he fumbled a bit, grabbing your hips.

“can i…?” he asked, his eyes trailing down to his length, feeling overwhelmed with the idea of being inside of you. he’d been waiting too long, and knowing now that maru had the potential of coming in, he didn’t feel like waiting anymore.

any anger you had against his insane ideas washed away at the thought, and you whined a bit. “oh my yoba, please, yeah.” you groaned, letting your head knock back.

he positioned himself, taking a moment to ensure you were comfortable. “is this… okay?” harvey whispers, only a tad on edge from the almost immediate loss of his job earlier.

“yes, yes, please! how many times are you gonna make me ask?”

“i like the way you say please.”

with that harvey was eager, eager to finally feel himself inside of you. slowly, he began to push his length into you, as you immediately squeezed on him, unable to control how your body naturally reacted to his cock. it was mesmerizing, and thanks to his treatment of you earlier, you weren’t in pain.

“mmgn.. yes..” he whimpered quietly, his head cocking backwards in pleasure just from feeling how you wrapped around his cock. “ahh.. ah- i don’t know..” he whispers, slowly beginning a steady but sloppy pace, “how long.. i can last with you.”

you moan softly, placing your fingers over your mouth. “please please just fuck me while you can.” you gasp, breathless as the feelings overwhelm you, but in the best way. harvey was big, and you didn’t realize it until he was inside of you. but god he felt good.

with absolutely zero reluctance, harvey sped up, panting out gasps and moans, and little whines in between. he lowered himself down to your ear, his breath hitting the cusp of it hotly, his whimpers crisp for you to hear. it was intoxicating. he was intoxicating.

“y/n.. y/n, y/n, y/n..” harvey murmured, the words coming out of his mouth slurred and seductive, bringing a tightness to your groin that made you clench around him.

“don’t stop.. please, doc.” the nickname slipped from your lips again, earning you a satisfying groan in your ear from your lover above you, his thrusts growing faster and harder. his hips grinded against your own, as you brought them into his in a passionate rhythm.

his moans began to sound more like whiny gasps, his confident demeanor diminished. he was so entranced, so desperate to feel good, feel you. and those moans of yours and how tight you felt around his cock and the feeling of your bare skin touching and how hot-

“y/n.. so..so close!” he begged, almost expecting those cries to get you to help him cum, and his voice brought you closer to your finish yourself.

his name left your mouth thoughtlessly, reaching your arms up to pull him close to your chest, nails clawing into his bare back. “yes! yes! like that-ah!” you cry, your legs wrapping around his waist as you cum on him, and he joins in unison.

harvey slows his pace almost immediately, growing quick with fatigue as he pulls himself out of you, shivering at the feeling.

about as exhausted, you shift yourself slightly to sit up, feeling an apparent ache in your body. letting out a huff, you become increasingly aware of how loud the crinkling was on the bed. and then it hits you.

“harvey?”

“y-yes?” he gasps, breathless.

“you.. DO have sound proofing right?”

FIN.

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Idk if you can do requests, and I don't know what you into buuuuut~

College student femreader, William as dormitory janitor and reader welcomes her on her room in a lone night

*runs away laughing like Skeletor*

A/N: TY for being patient on this req fill Anon!! I hope you like it! :) Warning: Steve is a bit of a perv in this - Read at your own discretion. Reader is in their early 20’s. Minors DNI.

Cawthon Hall, second floor, Room 113. Steve knew where you lived like the back of his hand. He didn’t frequent that particular block often, but when he did he knew he was always in for a treat. He’d seen you from your window as he cleared the bins early in the morning, sometimes peppy and ready to face the day, and other times sluggish. He didn’t care what state you were in though, just the fact that your thighs were always exposed since you slept in nothing more than an oversized sweatshirt. He’d spent countless nights, or even quickies in his car, jerking himself off to the thought of burying his head between them, and, eventually, grabbing onto them as he fucked you.

You’d seen Steve too. You didn’t really know his name until you’d seen his badge, but you knew he was certainly older, with large rimmed glasses and greying facial hair. His hands were large but veiny, clearly indicating experience and maturity. To be honest, you were rather missing maturity in your life.

Things were going steady with your boyfriend Chad. He was well liked; the head of his fraternity and the football team, and the relationship was fun, but it didn’t really have a destination. You weren't looking to be married anytime soon, but a bit of stability outside of frat parties would’ve been a plus.

“So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” Chad said, stretching as he pulled on his jacket.

“You’re not staying?” you whined, fixing the blankets around yourself. You’d just come off your high (in both ways), and was hoping for a little bit of emotional intimacy. Chad wasn’t distant, just clueless. 

“I can’t stay baby,” he said softly, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Big game tomorrow. Coach is taking us to the stadium and I gotta be outside my dorm to meet him,”

You huffed, blowing him a small, somewhat sarcastic kiss as you watched him leave. You heard him mutter to someone in the hallway, and whilst you immediately brushed it off, the sound of wood scraping against the wall shook you from your thoughts.

You abruptly opened the door, only to find that Steve was outside, fumbling around with his cart. Your eyes locked, and you could tell that he was undressing what was left of you with his eyes. Pulling the sweater tighter around you, you raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry to disturb you, Miss,” he said with a dorky smile. “Just finishing up my rounds,”

“I haven’t seen you here before…” you said sceptically.

“This is my usual route,” he said affirmatively. “You’re never home so early. Out dancing, I presume,”

“Hm,” you hummed, watching him as he got back to work. “Well, keep it down. I’m trying to sleep,” you said curtly, and now it was the man’s turn to cock a brow. He laughed knowingly, and waved a hand dismissively.

“You of all people should be worried about volume. I’m fairly certain you woke up the entire hall with your screeching,”

Realisation sunk in, and your eyes widened in fear, which Steve seemed to enjoy. Composing yourself, you scoffed.

“Whatever. Just because I’m getting some, and your dick dried up in the 60s,”

“How old do you think I am, young lady?” He chided, setting down his equipment, and inching closer towards you. You hadn’t noticed his full height - over six feet, for certain - and his slightly dirty overalls, a distinct pale yellow colour which for some reason made him more attractive. You stumbled back slightly, retreating into your room, but cocked your head and stared at him, eyes half lidded and slightly red from their high.

He was beginning to grin, and dimples spread across his cheeks.

“Old enough to be a grandpa…” you smirked, watching as he leant against the doorframe, the material of his trousers shifting so that you could see his bulge.

“Oh really?” he laughed. “Well, this grandpa knows that he could fuck you better than that boyfriend of yours,”

You didn’t miss a beat.

“Better not leave me hanging then, hm?”

Steve smirked as he shut your door, blue eyes lighting up as you realised you had no escape. At this time, everyone was either out or sleeping. In short, no one would hear you scream. He took your face in his hands, gazing at you predatorily before he kissed you, groaning as he began to slide his hands up the side of your body, reaching under your shirt to cup your breasts.

“Such a pretty thing,” he muttered. “I’ve been dreaming of what you’d taste like,”

He chuckled when you gasped, your shock swallowed by his never-ending kiss. With a squeeze of your breasts he pulled away and instructed you to get on your knees.

You knelt on the rug beside your bed, licking your lips in anticipation as you watched him zip down his overalls - leaving him in a purple top and boxers - before pulling out his cock. It looked over five inches, with a good length and girth to it. He lazily jerked himself off before running his thick head across your lips, giving you the way to take him in your hands. Holding him still, you swirled your tongue over his tip, holding the taste of his salty precum in your mouth before you swallowed him further. 

Steve threw his head back in pleasure, looking down at you through his glasses in admiration. He couldn’t help but begin to pump himself in and out of your mouth, grunting at the way you whimpered as you began to choke and strain your jaw.

“You’re even better at this than I expected,” he hummed. “Looks like your boyfriend has trained you well…”

You moaned at the fact, peering up at the older man through your lashes. He cupped your cheek and steadied himself before fucking into you further, making your eyes water and mouth fill with spit, only making him thrust harder. He was so desperate; so perverted that he hadn’t even given you the chance to suck him off on your own terms.

Soon, your nose became buried in the man’s happy trail, inhaling his musky scent. Spluttering, you pulled away, lips raw and throat suddenly dry as you gasped for air. Steve hummed as he watched you compose yourself, and tutted.

“Oh, too rough am I?” He purred. “Looks like your boyfriend has been too sweet to you. Don’t worry doll, I’ll straighten you out,” he chided. “Spread those legs for me,”

Hastily, you climbed onto the bed, pulling the thin material of your shorts down your legs along with your panties. Just as you began to prop yourself up, Steve drew your legs to the edge of the surface, face lightening up as he took in your wet, desperate pussy.

He licked his lips and adjusted his glasses as he rubbed your thighs, fingertips brushing over your folds before he shoved his face inside of you. He lapped eagerly at your lips, grip firm on your legs as his long, skilful tongue explored you in a way Chad had never done so before. 

You moaned as his beard tickled you, your juices coating the strands as he motorboated your cunt.

“You taste better than I thought,” he said, flicking his tongue on your sensitive bud. “So fucking sweet…”

It wasn’t long before you came, practically humping yourself on his face as he cleaned you up. Even between layers of skin and sweat you could feel him smile between your thighs.

Smug bastard.

“It’s my turn, baby,” he grinned, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips before rising to his full height, positioning his pelvis between your legs, wrapping your own around his waist securely. He stared down at you hungrily, and you could tell he was ready to fucking devour you - but found it within him to reluctantly roll on the condom that you’d given him. They were still at the side of your bed from your session with Chad. 

Steve pressed his tip against your entrance, but not before rolling it against your sensitive folds teasingly. He chuckled when you whined, body desperate and wanting, and pushed himself inside of you, making sure to sheath himself to the hilt in your wet cunt. You clung onto the sheets at the sensation of Steve’s mature cock filling you up, and the older man was equally as pleased to see (and feel) how your pussy stretched around his dick. 

Once you’d taken all of him he began to move himself in and out of you, enamoured in the way your slick juices coated his cock, glistening against the material of the condom. 

“How’s it feel to be stretched out?” he said mockingly. “Bet your little boyfriend isn’t as big as me, huh? Fuck, doll, this pussy is just how I imagined…” he rambled, hair clinging to his forehead as his thighs made contact with your own, balls slapping against your pussy. Through your high you couldn't formulate a response, but your mouth remained agape as you whined, biting your lip at the fulfilling pressure. Apparently this was the type of maturity you were looking for - Steve was pleasuring you in ways you hadn’t even known existed.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” he chuckled, stabilising himself with your own body, angling your hips upright. “Let’s just say that there was an accident with your keys once. I happened to run into a copy, and, well, I may have taken some things that don’t belong to me…” 

Your eyes widened, and Steve’s own met your gaze at your nightstand where you kept your panties. He laughed for what felt like the millionth time; this time coming from deep within his chest and running off his tongue like poison. 

You hated the way your stomach knotted up at the fact. How long had he been stalking you? Why hadn’t you noticed before?

Biting your lip, Steve placed a large hand down on your stomach as his thrusts got faster and shallower, building himself up to his crescendo as he rocked his hips into you with one last deep push. He let out a guttural groan as he came, eyes shut and shaking as he filled the condom with his hot cum, wishing that it were your raw pussy instead.

Perhaps next time he’d paint himself all over your face.

@lvlymicha @melanie-moonlight-tonight @dumb-dumb-idiot-girl

[days-until-burnout]

I was wondering if maybe you could write a bit of gribeans? Sperate from the bad boys I mean. But totally fine if im asking too much. Love your fics sm!!

i can! i very much can! i am willing to give a try to any hermit or life series member (even some from empires, even thought i dont know much from them aside from overlapping members). and dont worry, you arent asking too much :] feel free to request whatever you want, because i am an adult and i know how to adult with content lastly, thank you, glad youre enjoying the fics<3

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📧 Day 28 -

Characters - Grian/Joel ft Jimmy, Scar & Bdubs Words - 1,520 Time - 45 mins Content - College AU

Grian looked himself over in the mirror for the twelfth time, meticulously looking for a flaw or hair out of place. Normally, he wouldn’t bother with unimportant things, but one didn’t go out with some rich guy every night, so he had to make an impression. He gripped the edge of the sink, pressing his lips into a thin line, almost desperate to find something wrong. He hadn’t even eaten anything to make sure he had nothing in his teeth, and for once, he had been going to sleep at a reasonable time for a week to avoid getting bags under his eyes. He had brushed his teeth three times in the morning, twice in the afternoon, used mouthwash and floss in between to avoid bad breath. He even showered twice, once when he woke up and one recently. And his clothes, although not new, he had washed and ironed them and kept them pristine the day he convinced Joel to go on a date. 

Okay. Alright. Fine. He was doing too much. But this was important. Very important. Because Joel had money, and Joel seemed fun, but more importantly, Joel had money.

He could hear his flatmates making a loud mess outside, the walls were thin. They could probably even hear him overthinking and how desperate he was. 

When his hand slipped from the sink, he finally snapped out of it. He grabbed his phone, checking himself on the room a final time before stepping out of the bathroom to the noise. He walked the corridor to the living room, plopping himself on the couch as Jimmy, Scar and Bdubs played like they were at the Olympics. With practice, he turned out their screaming and screeching and cheering, turning his attention to his phone. Twenty past six, ten more minutes until Joel would arrive. He unlocked his phone and decided to finally answer messages, freezing when he came face to face with his chat with Joel. 

Something so small like a wink, it was just a semicolon and a close parenthesis, yet it made his heart and stomach overturn like he’d never been on a date before. 

He slid his thumb across the screen to exit the chat, glossing over the unanswered messages. His peace, however, lasted a total of half a minute, because the room suddenly plummeted into silence, and Grian knew it was bad. Very bad. 

“Sooooo,” Jimmy said first. Grian glanced at the top of his phone, subtly looking at Jimmy who was facing him, no doubt grinning like the idiot he was. “Excited? Nervous? Do you want us to follow to make sure this random guy doesn’t break your heart?”

“Oh! Yes, we should!” Bdubs jumped in, which at least assured Grian of the thought that they had somehow discussed this between them. 

“Oh, god, no, don’t you dare!” He looked up from his phone, glare instantly finding Jimmy. He glanced at the other two, finding matching, bright and sparkly eyes. If time travel ever became available, he would pay whatever it was needed and stop his past self from flatting with this trio. “Plus, you three, against him? No chance. No chance.”

“Oh, come on, G. You don’t have to hype him up!” Scar said, and the other two nodded. Dogs. They were all dogs. And Grian so, so regretted not having moved in with Cleo and Scott. Maybe next semester. Yeah. That was a plan. He would do that as soon as he could. “Also! You need to remember, Joel is shorter than us. And we are three against one. It would give you enough time to run away, at least.”

Grian scoffed, turned his head away as he got up. He walked to the kitchen, cringing when he heard them standing up, footsteps following him. As calmly as he could, he grabbed a glass and poured some water into it, trying to calm his nerves or try to not throw the water on their faces. 

They continued to talk, loud voices that he made white noise. Then his phone pinged, and he quickly grabbed it, smiled at the notification. Nonchalantly, he walked out of the kitchen then out of their flat, quietly closing the door behind him. He speed-walked the side of the building to the street, a sigh of relief escaping him when he found Joel’s car parked right there. Without thinking or waiting for him to get out, he jumped in, rapidly clicking his belt on. 

Joel laughed, “Couldn't wait to see me?”

“You have no idea,” he joked with an eyeroll. 

Soon enough, they were driving off. 

>>>

Turned out, Joel was more than a pretty face. Joel was a pride monster, boastful and loud, and he’d probably fit right in with Jimmy, Scar and Bdubs. That aside, Joel liked showing off, and Grian couldn’t even be mad, because Joel had reasons to show off. After yet another strike and loud cheer, Grian wondered if he somehow rigged the whole bowling lane. Joel had that kind of money, and liked to spend it like that too.

“Aw, don’t look so salty, Grian. I’ll buy you some ice cream to cheer you up.” Joel giggled, but his lips were twisted into a smirk, and even that was… Ah, it was whatever. He smiled back at him, eyebrow raised as Joel grinned innocently. 

“How generous.”

“Plenty.” 

They grabbed their empty plates and cups, throwing them away as they exited the lane. The place was full and bustling, and Grian was glad to have reserved their time. In an act of bravery, Grian leaped and grabbed Joel’s hand, relaxing when he noticed him blush. He smirked to his surprise. 

“Wouldn’t want to lose you in the crowd, now, do we?”

Joel blinked, then huffed, smiling, “Sure, sure. Just admit you want to be by my side. I don’t mind.”

“You’re as rich as you’re self-centered.”

“Aw, you think I’m charming?”

Grian scoffed, but they walked hand in hand, and that was enough to counter his pounding heart. 

>>>

They walked about in the mall, chatting about their courses and their friends, giggling about work and their flatmates. One time, he yanked Joel from walking into a stand, their bodies crashing as his back hit the wall. They stared at each other, blinking a couple times before breaking into a fit of giggles. Their hands stayed with each other, shoulder to shoulder, and it was nice. Very nice. Grian almost thought he should’ve asked him out sooner. 

At some point, they stopped on some grassy bit with bean bags and chairs, fake grass under shelter, probably somewhere for kids to play but there were none so they sat down. They shared a bucket of cotton candy, talking about all the annoyances of life. Usually, Grian kept them bottled up for nights with a drink, but Joel’s petty suggestions and cute faces made it worth it. At least he was letting it all out, which was good to an extent. And Joel seemed to trust him enough to share too, stories he promised to keep secret even if Joel hadn’t asked that of him. It felt like a teenage dream, talking and laughing with his crush so openly. 

Grian got brave again, heart beating on his throat, he ripped a piece of cotton candy while Joel was talking, then raised it to him but not fully to his mouth. It was a risk, a big one, and he pushed down the trembles when Joel stopped talking, looking at him with curiosity. 

Joel’s lips brushed the side of his finger, his face lighting up in heat as Joel kept eye contact before leaning back, cotton candy on his tongue. He watched him pull his tongue back, closing his lips into a smile. He swallowed, eyes flickering between his bobbing Adam’s apple and lips, back and forth before looking up to his eyes. Joel stared back, amused and content, almost mischief in his eyes. 

“You wanted me to shut up so badly?”

He shook his head. He barely heard the words, once again fixated on his lips. It was too early. Much too early. 

Oh, whatever. 

Grian pushed himself up, getting on his knees with a hand on the fake grass, hovering above him before pressing his lips on him. A hand crept to the back of his neck, reassuring as Joel did the actual kissing. Joel smiled as he did, tilting his head slightly to be more comfortable. It was just a couple seconds, but long enough that Grian would never forget. 

Grian jumped back in fright when he subconsciously recognized the gasps. He turned and looked up to see the troublemaker trio looking at them with wide eyes. Still at a distance, but quickly getting closer. His head snapped to the side when Joel grabbed his hand, the other grabbing their cotton candy bucket, quickly tugging him to his feet. He got up clumsily, wanting to yell at his friends but his attention was on him, on his mischievous, sparkling eyes. 

“Whe—”

“C’mon, my car’s faster.” Joel grinned, and Grian knew he was in good hands. 

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so.... lots of 45mins writing lol what a coincidence. anyhow, i said im revealing who i am on day 100, well, i have a surprise for day 30! and that's gonna be that im taking a week break lol i have to do some writing for events and i have personal writing to sort out too. but worry not, i will be back. seven days is not that long honestly in the meantime, i guess, feel free to send requests if you want. there are currently 6 asks waiting (all will be answered after the break, most likely), so feel free to send more :]

[badfanfictionaire]

Contrary to popular belief, Eddie Munson actually hates Halloween. There’s only so many times a kid can take being invited to participate in a group costume, only to find out it was a joke, before the whole concept gets ruined. Not to mention the amount of times he’s had to help Wayne scrape eggs off the trailer, or rip toilet paper out of trees. And yeah, Mischief Night is the night before Halloween, but that’s why most of his Halloween memories include Wayne swearing up and down when he woke up in the morning to broken windows and orange spray paint covering the side of his truck.

Even before he lived with Wayne, Halloween just wasn’t a good time for young Eddie. His mother refused to let him eat candy because she was convinced it was poison, and his dad was almost always too drunk to take him out trick or treating anyway. Most nights Eddie just sat in the living room watching whatever Halloween movie was playing on TV.

Lately he’s been going to Halloween parties because he makes a killing selling at them, but he still hates them. He refuses to dress up, what’s the point? He already dresses like a freak every day anyhow.

The only reason this Halloween is any different is because, after everything that’s gone down, he owes it to Steve and the kids to play along and have fun. So, there he was, sitting in the Harrington’s living room, dressed to the nines in a handmade Batman costume. Robin had tried to convince Steve to go as Batman so she could be her namesake sidekick, but he’d declined, so Eddie offered instead. He was even doing the voice, though it was getting sloppier as he got drunker. The kids weren’t old enough to drink still (haha) but he and the other adults had glasses of spiked cider to sip on. Eddie hated to admit it, but he’d already refilled his little plastic pumpkin goblet three times. Turns out that Halloween beverages can be delicious.

The night goes on and Eddie finds he’s loosened enough to join in on a game of charades. Afterwords, he joins Steve outback for a smoke, and when they go back inside he starts thinking maybe that was a bad idea given the amount of rum he’d consumed already. Because, he’s clearly hallucinating.

“Eddie, look, we got you a Halloween present!” Dustin declares proudly.

“Haha guys, very funny, but I’m not falling for your trick.”

“It’s not a trick,” Mike groans, crossing his arms over his chest, “These idiots thought this was a great idea.”

He blinks at the group before him. Most of them he knows because they’re his gremlins, but the middle figure he can’t distinguish. For one, they’re wearing a bloody white wedding dress. And for two, they have a burlap bag over their head.

“What the hell?!” Steve shouts, having just finished locking the back slider and joining them.

“Just last week Eddie said the only way we’d get him to a Halloween party was if we got Chrissy Cunningham herself to attend. So we did! Because Eddie held up his end of the bargain.”

“You have to to be kidding me,” Steve stomps forward and carefully removes the bag from the newcomers head.

Chrissy Cunningham blinks back at them, dressed as the bride of Frankenstein.

“Dustin! I was joking!” Eddie screeches, “You can’t just kidnap people!”

Dustin looks genuinely disappointed. “You could be a little more appreciative, this took us forever to perfectly execute.”

“Yeah, and I had to steal Billy’s car to get her here!” Max scowls, “You’re welcome.”

“You did what?” Billy shouts, appearing from the kitchen.

“I think the kidnapping is the bigger issue here,” Steve says, putting a hand on Billy’s chest to stop him from pummeling someone.

“Can someone untie my arms?” Chrissy pipes up.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie groans, stepping forward and digging his pocket knife out of his utility belt.

Carefully he cuts the twine they tied her wrists together with and helps her over to the couch. Steve steers the kids into the dining room for a lecture, Robin appears with a bottle of water which she hands to Chrissy, and Billy heads for the backyard to cool down.

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie begins, “They’re idiots, I’m so so sorry.”

“They didn’t hurt me or anything,” Chrissy assures, “Just kind of caught me off guard.”

“I’ll drive you back to your own party,” he offers, “You sure you’re ok? You want some food or something?”

“I’m fine really,” she says with a sweet smile, “You really asked for me by name?”

“I um, uh-” He scratches the back of his neck. “It was a joke, I just really didn’t want to come tonight. It was a metaphor, like, “when pigs fly” or some shit.”

“That’s not a metaphor dingus,” Robin quips.

“Did I ask you?!” he snaps back.

“But why me?” Chrissy asks.

“Because he’s obsessed with you,” Nancy says, joining them and handing Chrissy a pumpkin donut on a little paper plate shaped like a ghost.

“That makes it sound fucking creepy, Wheeler.”

“It is fucking creepy,” Robin says.

“You two can go now!”

Chrissy giggles. “You barely know me, why would you want me here?”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he admits sheepishly, “I figured the likelyhood of me ever getting to talk to you was about as good as the kids convincing me to come to this godforsaken party.”

“Well it looks like the odds were pretty good for both things, no?”

He blinks at her. “How are you not more freaked out?”

Chrissy shrugs. “Like I said, they didn’t hurt me, and Jason’s party was lame anyway, I kinda like the vibe here better.”

Eddie rubs at his eyes with his fists.

“Well you’re welcome to stay,” Nancy pats her shoulder, “We could always use more players for team estrogen.”

Chrissy smiles and nods appreciatively.

Nancy and Robin finally leave him alone then.

“So, Princess, you want a ride back to Loch Nora?”

“I meant it, I kinda want to stay here.” Chrissy blushes. “If that’s ok?”

“More than ok,” Eddie blurts.

“Good, thanks,” she says, “Can I have some of that cider? It looks delicious.”

“It’s very strong,” he warns, offering her arm, “Come on, I’ll show you to the punch bowl milady.”

“Thank you,” she says standing and giving him a little curtsy.

“God you’re a vision,” he sighs.

“I’m surprise you can see anything with that mask on,” she giggles.

“When it comes to you, sweetheart? I only have eyes for you.”

“Get a room!” Robin shouts as they pass her in the hallway.

“Shut up, or I’ll run you over with the Bat Mobile!”

Robin sticks her tongue out.

Chrissy ends up staying, to everyone’s shock. They play another round of charades, then El convinces them to do Halloween karaoke. Chrissy is great at both activities. (Which is not shocking to Eddie in the slightest, he knew she was a wealth of talent.”

When the party comes to a crawling end, Steve ushers the kids out to the driveway where they’re picked up by their parents. He and Billy slink off to Steve’s bedroom upstairs, Nancy and Robin disappear into a guest room, and Eddie and Chrissy are left on the couch.

“I have a confession,” Chrissy says.

Eddie taps their knees together. “You were lip syncing during karaoke? I knew it!”

She giggles. “No, Eddie. That was all for real. The kidnapping though? That was fake.”

“Wh-what?!”

“The kids asked me a week ago if I would come, said it would mean a lot to you. But they wanted it to be Halloweeny.”

“So they staged a kidnapping?!”

“It was probably not the best plan,” she admits sheepishly.

“But, why? Why would you agree to come?”

“Because I’ve had a crush on you for years, and I figured it was now or never.”

“Are-are you serious? You’ve had a crush on me?”

“Uh, yeah? Since middle school, you remember the talent show?”

“How could I forget!”

She blushes deeper. “I’ve always been to shy to do anything about it. But when you’re friends asked me if I’d come, because you had a crush on me but were too shy to ask me out, I decided one of us had to be brave. And your friends seem like good kids, I knew they weren’t trying to trick me.”

“You’re something else, Cunningham.”

“I’m glad I came,” she says, beaming at him.

“Me too,” he says, and then again in his Batman voice, “me too.”

Halloween, from that night forward, goes down in Eddie’s book as the best holiday ever. Because it’s the night he finally kisses Chrissy Cunningham, and that alone negates every other horrible thing that’s ever happened on October 31st in the last eighteen years. He doesn’t miss a Halloween party ever again, and he’s not even that pissed when he has to help Wayne scrape eggs off the trailer again and again. (Ok, so, maybe he’s still pissed about that, but at least he knows he’s got a pretty girl waiting for him with a fresh batch of mulled cider for after he’s finished.)

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[howlingday]

Here's a fun prompt!

Every time Pyrrha apologizes for something Jaune inexplicably gets kissed!

Pyrrha almost trips a mom dropping her kid off at school? Cross guard Jaune catches her and gets a smooch to the top of his head.

Pyrrha sorry for bumping into new transfers? A wet smack is heard, as one of the foreign girls gives Jaune a friendly kiss in greeting.

Pyrrha apologizing to Ren for forgetting to bring his sunscreen to the pool? Jaune almost drowns but wakes up to a smoking hot lifeguard lady giving him CPR!

How long until Pyrrha finally explodes (if at all)?

Pyrrha was... not okay. If she were okay, she was on the border between okay and not okay. If she were okay, she would be at her limit before reaching not okay. But that's not the case. She was not okay.

She was not okay.

Pyrrha must have been a mass-murdering racist who delighted in the screams of children in the past life, because it was the only logical explanation for this cursed life of hers.

She was beyond a mere school girl crush on her partner, leader, and best friend, Jaune Arc. What wasn't there to love anout him? He was tall, handsome, kind, sweet, and honest. All good qualities in a man. Unfortunately, he was also clumsy, which is where her curse begins.

Of course, Pyrrha wasn't perfect either. Aside from warped sense of self-worth after years of training in Argus to become an international sports star, Pyrrha was what her manager, her agent, her mother, her friends, and the janitor called "too nice." Jaune never believed such a thing, but even Pyrrha had to admit that she apologized a lot. And again, her curse begins there.

Maybe the curse did originate from a criminal past life. Someone who refused to apologize for their actions, so now her current life is forced to apologize at every slight thought made. And the curse caught Jaune in it's intangible web.

This morning, Pyrrha woke up and used the bathroom first. A quick, cold shower, but she used the last of the shared shampoo and she forgot to replace it with the bottle under the sink. Nora was next in and she was lividly screeching from inside the shower.

"I'm sorry!" Pyrrha cried.

"Don't worry, I got it." Jaune smiled as he walked in with his footie pajamas. Shut up. He looked cute in them. "Here you GOOO-!"

SMACK-POP!

"Oooh~! Leader~! Such a dirty boy, kissing girls while they're naked~. Why don't I scrub that dirt off~?"

"NO THANK YOU!" Jaune ran out, half-soaked from his shower encounter.

Pyrrha was grateful it didn't go further. The hairbrush in her hand was starting crack from the bending. She still had the rest of the day before apologizing to her mother for breaking another hairbrush.

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At breakfast, it was the usually chaos. Ren was chattered at by Nora, while Weiss scolded Ruby for this or that. Yang told another terrible pun while Blake read her book. The non-smutty one.

Pyrrha reached for the butter for her toast when her hand briefly touched Jaune's hand. They were freshly calloused hands, a product of his late nights training with her. His thin frame noticably bulked from the exercises, and she was glad to see the physical progress. His hand was warm, and kind, and nurturing, and-

"Pyrrha?"

"S-Sorry!" She stumbled out of her daydream.

Her leg struck the underside of the table, causing a cup to leap and spill over. A cascade of orange juice spread far. Pyrrha reached over with napkins in hand, dropping fabric after soaking fabric for damage control. And each paper was dropped, Pyrrha unleashed a torrent of the accursed word.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

"I'll go grab more napkins!" Jaune exclaimed as he ran from table to table. Pyrrha blindingly continued to pull and place napkins as he left.

"Oh, wow." Pyrrha looked up from her task to find a second-year girl kissing Jaune.

"Nice~." And then a third year.

"Seriously?" Even Velvet gave a peck to Jaune's lips in exchange for a napkin box.

"I'm, uh, I'm back." Jaune said, blushing.

"You sure~?" Yang teased. "Maybe we need some more napkins?"

"NO!" Pyrrha slammed the table, spilling more juice. "S-Sorry."

"I'll give you my napkins if you give me a smooch. Whattaya say~?"

"U-Um..."

Pyrrha internally screamed.

[johaerys-writes]

Summary:

Just as Patroclus gets ready for the most important work trip of his career, Achilles decides to come along for the ride without asking. After not having seen each other for a year, the friendship they once had is hanging by a thread... while the tension that neither of them wants to acknowledge is heavier than ever.

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Chapter 1: i try to live in black and white but i'm so blue

It’s still dark outside when Patroclus hauls his suitcase out of his apartment building, waiting at the curb for his cab. The city is quiet in the twilight; there’s barely anyone in the streets, save for the garbage trucks making their first rounds. He glances down at his wristwatch: just short of 5am, and mere hours before he boards one of the most important flights of his entire career.

He heaves a sigh of relief when his cab finally arrives. The driver steps out to help him with his suitcase, and asks him if he wants to place his hand luggage in the trunk as well, but Patroclus smiles and shakes his head as he clutches it protectively close. He’d rather keep his laptop as close to his person as he can short of strapping it on him.

The driver has just shut the trunk door when the tires of another car screech, startlingly loud in the empty steet. Patroclus glances back to see another cab through the rear window skidding to a halt behind them. The car door is flung open before the cab has even stopped moving, and then—

And then, out steps the bane of Patroclus’ entire existence.

“Stop the car!” Achilles shouts. He grabs a designer duffel bag out of the cab’s trunk and slings it over his shoulder, then tosses some bills through the driver window— probably much more than the actual ride was worth— before running up to them.

“Hi!” He chirps merrily, slipping into the backseat beside Patroclus. His scent hits Patroclus like a punch in the face: a hint of expensive cologne and his own familiar smell, that heady summer smell Patroclus knows so well. It’s so sudden, it’s all happening so fast, that it renders him completely speechless and numb.

Achilles leans over to the cab driver and pats him on the shoulder. “Let’s get moving, we have a plane to catch!”

Patroclus, who had been watching the events unfold in pure shock, as if witnessing the collision of a rushing train with a brick wall, finally stirs out of his silence. “We?” he echoes. “Who’s we?”

Achilles blinks at him, completely bamboozled that he would think to ask such a question. “You and me, of course. Did you think you were going to that conference alone?”

The cab rolls down the street, steadily gaining speed. Patroclus can barely take in his surroundings for the sudden flash anger that fills him. “Wait, wait, wait —” he says, holding up a hand, which the driver chooses to ignore. “Why are you here, Achilles? What are you doing?”

“I’m flying to Singapore with you.” He grins at Patroclus as if he’s just given him the best news of his entire life, before he adds, “After being away for so long, I thought it’d be fun to surprise you. Didn’t you miss me?”

His hair is so golden and glossy in the morning’s bleak first light, windswept and yet still attractively dishevelled, like he’s spent hours trying to achieve that specific look even though Patroclus knows he probably woke up like this. His eyes are bright with mischief, like they used to be when they were kids and running around the garden of their childhood summer house in Phthia, but there’s something else in his searching gaze now: a sort of tentative hope that’s so at odds with his usual brazen confidence. A flicker of the real Achilles behind the face he chooses to put up.

After not having gazed upon him in the flesh for more than a year, being so close to him is almost physically painful right now.

Patroclus might as well have swallowed his tongue for how incapable he is of forming actual words. He turns away from Achilles and scowls out of the window, seething with frustration as Achilles nags the cab driver about connecting his phone to the car’s speakers and blasting his favourite tunes the whole damned way to the airport.

He doesn’t talk to Achilles when the cab drops them off at the airport departures, and he refuses to reply to any of his enthusiastic comments and questions as they drop off their bags at check-in and make their way through airport security. Once they make it to their gate, Patroclus leaves Achilles flicking through the pages of an airplane magazine as he steps away to make a phone call.

“Hello?” comes Peleus’ groggy answer. The man has never been an early bird, and this is particularly early even for Patroclus. He feels bad for waking him, but this can’t wait.

“It’s me. Patroclus,” he says, though he knows it’s unnecessary. Peleus can tell who he is through the caller ID. “Listen, I’m sorry for waking you but I need to talk to you.”

“What happened? Anything wrong with your flight?”

“Yes. No. Well, sort of.” Patroclus lets out a sharp breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Are you aware that your son is travelling with me?”

“Achilles?” Peleus asks, baffled. “That’s the first I’m hearing of it.”

Patroclus stays silent, guts twisting with anxiety while he waits for Peleus to properly wake up.

“I told him about the conference last night, when he came over for dinner. He was very happy to hear about you taking on this responsibility. But you know Achilles— he has never been particularly interested in the business end of things. I practically had to beg and bribe him for him to agree to start coming to the office once in a blue moon. Every year I ask him to go to one of these conferences, to start learning the job, and every year I get the same answer. I’ll spare you it; it’s too early in the morning.”

Peleus laughs indulgently at his son’s antics, but all Patroclus feels is dull and hollow bitterness. His stomach squeezes uncomfortably at the prospect of spending any time at all with Achilles, let alone the entire length of this trip. At least he’s somewhat mollified by the fact that Peleus didn’t send Achilles along to keep an eye on Patroclus, as if he can’t be trusted to do a job on his own, and that Achilles’ actions are all his own fault and of his own devising. As per usual.

“You know,” Peleus continues, “it isn’t such a bad thing that he wants to come. It’s about time he showed some initiative— and you have always been such a good influence on him. Catching up will do a world of good to you both, I’m sure.”

Patroclus grits out a reluctant acknowledgment to this, which is neither an assent or a refusal, and hangs up the phone. He isn’t at all sure that ‘catching up’ will do anyone any good, especially Achilles and himself.

By the time they board the plane, Patroclus is hungry, tired, and already has a splitting headache. He wants nothing more than to be left alone for the rest of his flight, even though there’s little chance of that with Achilles managing to find a seat right next to him on the plane.

“Isn’t it great, going on a trip together after so long?” Achilles says happily as the plane takes off. “It’s going to be like an adventure! Like old times, right?”

“I’ve got a job to do, Achilles,” Patroclus says. “I’m not interested in adventures.”

Achilles laughs, and the sound at once enrages him and makes him ache with painful longing. “We’ll be there for a week, you won’t be working all the time.”

“Watch me,” Patroclus says irritably, reaching for his laptop in the overhead locker once the sign to stay in their seats flickers out.

He barely got any sleep the previous night, working on his presentation until late, much later than was reasonable. The presentation is pretty much ready, but he can’t resist tinkering with it all the time, changing a word here and fixing the formatting there. He knows he should leave it alone, but he is simply incapable of doing that. He wants to be the best, the very best, at what he does.

It isn’t just about him being a perfectionist, though, or having a chip on his shoulder. The task Peleus has entrusted him with is the most important he’s ever had to undertake; sending him off to Singapore to one of the biggest business conferences in the world to present the growth and production of the company before an audience of hundreds, and thousands more online, is just a small token of the enormous faith Peleus places on him. Patroclus isn’t about to let him down.

And he won’t let anything distract him from that purpose. Not Achilles, or anyone else. This is far too important.

His resolve doesn’t last very long, as Achilles thrusts his face over Patroclus’ shoulder to peek at his laptop screen. “Ooh, what’s this?”

“Do you mind?” Patroclus snaps, slamming the laptop closed. He shifts around to face Achilles, schooling his features to the most annoyed scowl he can muster. “This is important stuff, Achilles. I can’t have you poking around my work. If we’re going to have to suffer each other’s company for a week, the least you could do is mind your business and let me do mine, okay?”

He hates the way his heart plummets at the sight of Achilles’ smile fading, at the disappointed pout that replaces it. Achilles edges back, all of his enthusiasm melting away.

“Fine, okay,” he mutters. “Whatever.”

He turns around and takes his headphones out of his bag, placing them over his head. Though being left in peace was everything Patroclus wanted, Achilles pulling his attention away from him feels like the sun being hidden behind thick rainclouds, taking away all its warmth. He sullenly returns to his work while Achilles gets ready to watch a movie on his tablet, and wonders how long it’s been since they’ve done anything in the same space, since they’ve sat so close. The distance between their elbows on the armrest is electrifying, and every time they almost touch, Patroclus’ heart gives a painful, frustrating thump in his chest.

Patroclus does his best to ignore it.

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

okok i may have gotten ahead of myself with the christmas themed ask LMAO even tho you totally killed it and may or may not have put me into a holly jolly mood- ITS OCTOBER I NEED TO SLOW DOWN (slowtown reference?)

in honor of spooky season, may i request tyler x reader on tour during october, where reader totally goes crazy with the spooky decorations?

stickers, fake spiders and spiderwebs, fairy lights, and other decorations allll over the tour bus, backstage, tyler's instruments, etc.

maybe a bit of that tiktok trend of people covering their partners car and face with cutesey stickers lol!!

imagine tyler appearing on stage in Serious Clancy mode with cute halloween stickers all over his face, arms, and mic 😭🥹

trust, this will not be the last halloween themed ask i conjure up this month 😌

i look forward to seeing this come to life!!

hope all is well 🫶🏼

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Haunted Bus - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: none! :)

Word Count: 2614

A/N: This was so much fun to write lol I had so many ideas - halloween is my favorite holiday so I was so excited to see this request. I made it a bit niche by adding that the reader is from NZ like me where we don't really tend to celebrate it which explains why she goes crazy :) also featuring debby and josh bc we luv them! can't wait to see the next request!

It had taken everything in me to stay home while the boys were touring in October. Tyler knew how much I loved Fall and Halloween—it had become our thing. Every year, we’d transform our house into a spooky wonderland, with pumpkins lining the porch, fog machines hidden in the bushes, and skeletons dangling from the eaves. No matter how hard we tried to adjust the schedule, this time, it just wasn’t possible. The best he could do was promise we’d be home by October 14th, just in time to celebrate. But in the meantime, I was determined to bring Halloween with me, no matter where we were. By the time October rolled around, we were only a few weeks away from the end of the American leg of The Clancy Tour, and I was itching to dive into the spooky season. Debby, always my partner in crime, knew exactly what I needed. That morning, we woke up early, leaving Tyler fast asleep, and made our way to Target.

“Oh my god, look at all this!” I practically squealed as we entered the Halloween section, grabbing a red basket and darting toward the decorations. “This is like… heaven. We don’t have anything like this back home!”

Growing up in New Zealand, Halloween had never been a big deal, so the over-the-top decorations in American stores still blew my mind. There were aisles of fake skeletons, glowing ghosts, fog machines, and everything in between. It was like stepping into my dream version of Halloween.

Debby chuckled, shaking her head. “I still don’t get how you survived so many years without a proper Halloween, Y/N.”

“I have no idea,” I replied, pressing every button on the animatronic toys until they were all blinking, buzzing, and screeching. Halloween had become a serious obsession for me. The first year I started dating Tyler, Debby and Josh invited me to their legendary Halloween party, and ever since, I was hooked. Now I talked about the holiday year-round, planning decorations and themes months in advance.

“We should totally make the buses look haunted,” I said, grabbing a couple bags of fake spiderwebs and tossing them into the basket. “We could go all out.”

Debby laughed. “You know we don’t have that much space, right?”

“I know, but we have to get spiderwebs. At least those will fit!” I said, grabbing a few more packets just to be sure. Debby picked up a few boxes of orange fairy lights and handed some to me.

“We used these last time around Josh’s drum kit, and it looked amazing. He told me to pick up more. I’m sure you can find some use for them on your bus.”

Before long, our baskets were overflowing with decorations—candy corn, ghost window gels, pumpkin stickers, and all the spooky essentials. The thought of surprising—and slightly annoying—Tyler with a fully decorated haunted bus made me feel like a kid again. I was practically buzzing with excitement as we headed back, already plotting out how to turn our bus into a Halloween wonderland.

When we got back, Tyler was still fast asleep, so I tiptoed into the bus, trying not to wake him. I got straight to work, channeling my inner Halloween decorator. I stretched fake spiderwebs over the cabinets, stuck glowing ghost decals onto the windows, and placed a pumpkin spice candle on the counter. The bus was starting to look like a Halloween explosion, and I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined Tyler’s reaction.

Tyler eventually stirred, letting out a groggy groan as he reached out, his hand searching for me on the other side of the bed. I crawled beside him, watching as his sleepy eyes blinked open. His brow furrowed slightly, and I could tell he hadn’t noticed anything yet.

“I’m right here, hun,” I whispered, smiling as I leaned in closer.

“Good morning,” he croaked, his voice thick with sleep. His nose wrinkled, and he squinted toward the kitchen. “What’s that smell?”

“Pumpkin spice candle,” I said, biting back a grin. 

Tyler stretched and yawned before his eyes finally took in the scene around him—the fake spiderwebs stretched across the kitchen, the ghost decals on the windows, the plastic spiders scattered across the counter. His sleepy expression morphed into one of amused disbelief.

“How did you…?

“Debby took me to Target,” I said innocently, suppressing a giggle.

He shook his head, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Of course she did. You just love spooky season, don’t you?”

“More than anyone,” I declared proudly.

Tyler sighed, running a hand through his messy hair as he surveyed the Halloween transformation. “You’re going to drive Josh insane with all this.”

“Josh will love it,” I shot back, hopping off the bed and heading toward the kitchen. “Besides, Debby helped me pick everything out, so he doesn’t get a vote.”

Tyler chuckled, rubbing his eyes as he padded toward the shower. “I don’t know what I’m more scared of—the haunted bus or how far you’re planning to take this.”

“You have no idea what’s coming,” I teased, winking as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Once he was gone, I pulled out the rest of the decorations Debby and I had picked up and headed to the venue. Debby and Josh were already there, decorating Josh’s drum kit with the orange fairy lights, while I set to work sticking pumpkin stickers across Tyler’s bass and even sneaking a few onto the piano keys. We scattered more fake spiders and webs throughout the dressing rooms and across the arena, adding to the overall spooky vibe. By the time Tyler joined us, he was stumbling across Halloween decorations every few steps, muttering under his breath each time he found another sticker or plastic spider.

But no matter how much he tried to act annoyed, I could tell he was secretly enjoying the chaos. Every now and then, I’d catch him peeling off a sticker, only for me to stick another one somewhere else when he wasn’t looking. His exasperation was growing, but so was that mischievous smile he couldn’t hide.

As the afternoon wore on, the whole crew had gotten into the Halloween spirit. Josh was drumming with little skeletons dangling from his kit, Debby was sticking glow-in-the-dark bats onto his drumsticks, and even the crew had added their own decorations to equipment cases and dressing room doors.

Tyler, meanwhile, was wandering the venue with a bemused expression, fake spiderwebs clinging to his jacket and tiny pumpkins stuck to his guitar case. I had to stifle a laugh when I saw a bright green ghost sticker on his shoulder that he hadn’t noticed yet.

“You’re really pushing your luck, Y/N,” he teased, giving me a playful glare when he caught me giggling.

I grinned, leaning back against the soundboard. “You love it. Admit it.”

He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by Josh shouting, “Tyler, look at your uke!”

We all turned to see Josh holding up Tyler's ukulele, now with a large spider sticker plastered right at the base of the neck. Tyler groaned, running a hand through his hair, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“How did I not see that earlier?” he muttered, shaking his head.

Debby and I exchanged a mischievous look before bursting into laughter. “You were too busy focusing on the tiny pumpkins I stuck on the piano keys,” I teased.

Tyler sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. As the evening approached and the fans started filling the venue, the spooky decorations spread everywhere. The stage, the dressing rooms, the buses—everything had a touch of Halloween madness. Fans even showed up in costumes, snapping pictures of the stage decked out in orange fairy lights and haunted decor.

When it was finally time for the show, Tyler stepped onto the stage, falling into his intense Clancy persona. The crowd erupted in cheers, and for a moment, he was completely focused. But then, mid-song, he noticed the bright orange pumpkin sticker I’d placed on his mic earlier. His lips twitched as he tried to maintain his serious expression, but I saw him bite back a smile. It got worse when he caught Josh’s eye. Josh, sitting behind his drum kit surrounded by glow-in-the-dark bats, was giving Tyler a look that screamed, What have we become? Tyler cracked—he turned away from the crowd, pretending to adjust his in-ear monitor, but I saw the laugh he was holding in.

As the night wore on, the decorations became part of the performance. Fans pointed out the tiny pumpkins and skeletons strung across the stage, snapping pictures and laughing at the haunted spectacle. Tyler, still fighting to keep Clancy intact, kept getting caught off guard by the random Halloween touches I’d added. His mic, his guitar, even his water bottle had tiny pumpkins and spiders stuck to them.

During the encore, he finally gave in. As he came back onstage for the final song, he raised his arm to reveal the black cat temporary tattoo I’d sneakily applied earlier. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Tyler just shook his head with a grin.

“You’ve really outdone yourself,” he said into the mic, holding up his arm for the audience to see.

The fans cheered louder, and I felt my cheeks flush with pride as I stood offstage, watching him with a satisfied grin. Tyler finished the set with the stickers still plastered all over his gear, and by the end of the night, I knew I had succeeded in turning the tour into the ultimate Halloween experience.

As the last notes of the encore rang out and the lights dimmed, Tyler came offstage, still shaking his head in amused disbelief. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close as we made our way back toward the dressing room. The sound of the crowd's final cheers still echoed in the air, filling me with a sense of joy that felt as electric as the Halloween lights strung throughout the venue.

“You're lucky I love you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple, a sweet reminder of how special moments like this were to us.

“I know,” I replied smugly, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “And you’re lucky I didn’t cover your entire face in stickers.”

Tyler groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Please don’t give them any ideas,” he said, nodding toward Josh and the crew, who were still cackling about the Halloween chaos. “I’ll be peeling stickers off my stuff for weeks.”

I shrugged playfully. “Totally worth it,” I replied with a wink, letting go of his waist to gather up a few stray decorations left behind.

We entered the dressing room, which was still littered with remnants of our Halloween takeover. Fake spiders crawled across the table, and a few pumpkin stickers had managed to find their way onto crew members' gear. The atmosphere was light and buzzing, filled with laughter and excitement from the show.

As I started collecting the decorations, Tyler leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with a smile. “You know, this has actually been kind of fun,” he admitted, a hint of sincerity in his voice. “Even if it is a total disaster.”

I shot him a teasing glare. “A total disaster? This is a masterpiece! Wait until next year; we’ll have the whole tour bus covered in cobwebs and pumpkin lights.”

“Next year, huh?” he mused, clearly already imagining the chaos I had in store. “You might need to start planning now.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” I replied, laughing as I tossed another handful of stickers into a bag. “I’m going to need an entire month of preparation for the ultimate Halloween tour.”

As we finished tidying up, Josh sauntered in, his hair still slightly damp from the post-show shower. “You guys seriously went all out. I can’t believe how many stickers you managed to get on our stuff,” he said, shaking his head in amusement.

“Hey, you’re just as much to blame for this,” Tyler shot back, gesturing toward the decorations that surrounded us. “You encouraged her!”

Josh held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just here for the fun, man. But next year, I’m putting my foot down. No more pumpkin stickers on my kit, alright?”

“Challenge accepted,” I said with a grin, leaning closer to Josh as I started to plot out my next Halloween invasion.

The conversation shifted to plans for the next few shows, but I could feel the warmth of Tyler’s arm resting around my shoulders. As he leaned in closer, I felt a flutter in my stomach. This was what I loved most about being on the road with him—the spontaneous moments, the laughter, and how easy it felt to share the chaos of life together.

After a while, as the laughter faded and we began to wrap things up, Tyler turned to me, his expression softening. “You know, it’s these little moments that make everything worth it,” he said quietly, glancing around the dressing room, now a blend of spooky decor and lingering laughter.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied, leaning into him, feeling his warmth seep into me.

With the decorations finally packed away, we made our way back to the bus. The excitement of the show still hung in the air, and I could see Tyler’s contentment reflected in the twinkle of the fairy lights strung up in the bus. He opened the door, and we stepped inside together, the cozy atmosphere wrapping around us like a warm blanket.

“Okay, but we have to leave a few decorations up,” I said, grabbing a couple of leftover spiderwebs and tossing them onto the couch. “Just to keep us in the spirit till we get home.”

Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance,” I replied, smirking as I sank into the couch, pulling him down next to me. “This is only the beginning.”

As we settled in, I snuggled up against him, the bus rocking gently as the night wore on. We spent the rest of the evening recounting our favorite moments from the show and joking about the fans’ reactions to the Halloween madness. With each laugh and shared glance, I could feel our connection deepening. The world outside faded away, and in this moment, it was just us—wrapped up in our own little universe, where the spirit of Halloween reigned supreme.

“I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble we’ll get into next year,” Tyler mused, a playful grin spreading across his face.

I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “Next year? Just wait until we turn our house into a haunted mansion!”

“Bring it on, spooky girl,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Just promise me you’ll let me get through one more tour before you unleash your full Halloween arsenal on me.”

“Deal,” I replied, biting back a smile. “But I can’t make any promises about the off-season.”

As the night wore on, we sat in comfortable silence, the glow from the pumpkin spice candle flickering softly around us. I leaned my head on his shoulder, soaking in the warmth of the moment. Halloween may have just begun, but this tour had already turned into an unforgettable adventure—one filled with laughter, love, and more than a few stickers.

And I knew, deep down, that as long as I had Tyler by my side, every season, every tour, and every moment would be just as magical, chaotic, and full of laughter as this Halloween had been.

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[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Four - Part of the Team

Posted: 15/03/23 Edited: 20/07/23

As the alarms rang out you stirred awake as Rachel rolled over and tried to snooze them. She doesn’t need to be up so early but you need to make yourself look good for meeting the team again. Kissing her shoulder you rolled out of bed and into the en-suite, secretly using her toothbrush to brush your teeth. You found her make up and applied enough to make you look decent but not overly done up then brushed your hair and planted it in a messy bun on top of your head then browsed through Rachel’s wardrobe looking for something cute but casual to wear. Your denim shorts had dried from yesterday, you just needed a top, nothing caught your attention so you decided to stick with the Nike Home one as you thought you looked cute. You did take one of her cardigans though and pulled that on while digging out your socks from the end of the bed then tiptoed downstairs to make the teas. Flicking through your phone while the kettle boiled and browsing your friends messages, you’ll have to make time to see them to give them the low down. You carried the teas upstairs and woke Rach up with lots of kisses, “I used your toothbrush by the way” you smiled baring your teeth “and helped yourself to my closet yeah?” she mumbled while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “What else am I supposed to do, go in the nude?” you joked “absolutely not, that’s just for me!” pulling you closer, “you have half hour to get ready so drink up”. Rachel was wondering how on earth she had scored a gorgeous woman she’s known for less than 24 hours that can also keep her on schedule, and bring her tea in the morning?! She could get used to this.

Rach strutted off to the toilet as you asked if there was anything else she needed in her bags, she listed off a few things that you packed for her. She came out the bathroom looking tired, a little bit scruffy but a whole lot of sexy made you grab her from walking any further and pull her in for a kiss. “You look hot” tugging on her shirt “what, even like this?” she asked screwing her face up in confusion. “Especially like this - all sleepy and cute, I wanna cuddle you all day” you said wrapping your arms around her so she couldn’t move. “I like this cardi on you” she said wiggling out of your grasp to get ready to leave.

You were half hour early but Rach wanted to stop at Starbucks to grab a coffee and she bought you a smoothie. Riding in the car to St James Park singing along to 90s classics like Mmm Bop and Spice World you both arrived in a cheery and happy mood. Rachel walked you out to the pitch as you were early and no one was out yet then sat in the stands with you chatting about the game next week when your mum called wondering where you were. “I’m at England’s training session mum, sorry I didn’t let you know I wasn’t coming home, I’ve met someone” your cheeks turned a little blushed as you prepared for a barrage of questions. “Oh right, boy or a girl?” she started “a woman mum” “where did you meet them?” “at the game yesterday” “oh I hope they fancy the same players you do so there’s no arguments” you laughed and glanced at Rachel who was also laughing. “Funny story actually, she is one of the players” pulling Rach into the frame “this is Rachel, Rach this is my mum” “hiii, nice to meet you, your daughter is amazing” she gushed “is that Lioness Rachel Daly?!” Mum’s voiced raised. “Yeah, we spent the night together” you don’t hide much from your mum, she always sees right through you if you do anyway. “Oh my god, my daughter is a WAG!” she screeched which made you both burst out laughing. “Mum, we met less than 24 hours ago, we’re just having fun at the moment okay, I’ll let you know when I’m coming home, love you”. You apologised to Rachel who explained that that is exactly how her mum would react if she wasn’t already a famous footballer. “I better go get changed” she kissed you then went back through the tunnel.

This gave you a chance to call your friends who immediately answered without the phone even ringing screaming “TELL US EVERYTHING”. Where do you even start? We had sex in the Wembley showers which we both agree was more like making love than sex, basically inseparable and both falling head over heels for each other and now I’m watching the Lionesses train for the Brazil friendly next week. Anyone that wasn’t involved in your story would not believe what you was saying. “You can’t tell anyone okay, this is between us” seeking assurance from your friends “of course! Besties don’t go spreading each other’s business! Just get us tickets for the game yeah!” they replied cheekily “I’ll try huns, love you”.

With that, Rachel came jogging out on to the pitch in her kit and the butterflies had been replaced by fanny flutters, she looked so damn hot! And she knew it too, giving you a twirl so you wolf whistled her, then you heard other players coming “hey you better do that for all of us!” Beth appeared. After everyone was out you wolf whistled for all of them. “Nice shirt!” Lucy Bronze shouted up at you “oh this ole thing, just something I had lying around!” chuckling as you walked down the steps to greet everyone. “Still here then, it must be serious” Leah said before getting jabbed in the ribs by Millie - “don’t listen to her she’s jealous, and you got her here on time, that is a massive achievement!” Leah rolled her eyes and jogged away. “I’m just here to see my fave team and I wore this to remind you who you are!” Mary piped up with “what team!?” You knew she was a High School Musical kid from her TikToks so shouted “Wildcats!” back at her which won you a high 5. Millie spotted your messy bun and demanded to know how you got the mess so perfect, grabbing your shoulders to inspect the up do “this is the perfect header bun! You have to show me how to do it!” you said that you’ll show her when she shows you how to do hers. Why is blending into this team so easy? They all make you feel so calm and relaxed which is the complete opposite to your usual anxious self. Mary interrupted to ask your Insta handle and immediately followed you then Sarina came out and they all jogged over to her, grabbing Rachel’s arm before she could disappear “you look so fucking hot right now” you said under your breath so no one else could hear but her, she smirked while running her tongue along her teeth then jogged away, you went back to your seat.

Watching the team warm up and start the exercises laid out for them for the day, you kept catching Rachel’s eye every once in a while which made you happy. You decided to take some photos of the team on your new phone, testing out the camera and different settings - they turned out pretty good! You sent one to your friends who replied immediately, “have you seen your Insta?!” Curious, you opened the app to see Mary had tagged you in the dance from last night and your followers had gone through the roof, they included a lot of the England girls too. Scrolled through the comments and noticing there were hundreds of “who is this girl?” ‘That’s me, the mysterious team member now’, you thought. You replied to your friends like wow, a lot has happened overnight! They asked if you’d still remember them when you become famous.

Y - “Of course! I need you guys to keep me grounded 😂 It’s literally not even been 24 hours, she could still get the ick”

T - “I doubt it, the girls have all followed you, I don’t think they’d do that for a one night stand”

Y - “true, maybe she’s told them 🤷🏻‍♀️”

T - “well she did introduce you to all of them while you were wearing her shirt, that seems pretty territorial to me! 😂”

Y - “😂😂😂”

You left it at that and went back to focussing on their training, noticing Millie and Rachel were stood around chatting, you wondered if they were talking about last night. They were smiling and hugging before going back to passing the ball around. You forgot to ask how long the training sesh was, were you expected to stay throughout? You were unsure and decided to head off to find a toilet, spending some time looking in the mirror adjusting your bun before using the loo. Rachel must have seen you leave as when you came out of the cubicle she was propped up by the sinks.

“Hey you” she smiled, you grinned back at her while washing your hands. “So I was telling Millie about you and she suggested a double date tonight?” You were taken back by the offer of a second date in two days, she must feel strongly about you. “That sounds nice, I should probably pop home and grab some clothes and stuff, where are you thinking?” you asked. “We have a rest day tomorrow so we were thinking about Soho?” she shrugged. “That sounds cool, how dressed up are you two going? I don’t wanna look too over or under dressed, is it a bar or a club?” you don’t wanna stand out “a bar, we can’t drink too much until the game is over” she said jumping down from the side. “Okay sounds cool, I’ll run back and get some clothes-” “why don’t we all go shopping after training? We can pick each other’s outfits?” she interrupted your train of thought. “You really can’t spend a moment without me can you” smirking at her as Rachel stared at you deeply smiling and shaking her head. “It sounds fun! When do you think you’ll get off?” “Another hour or two I reckon, Sarina doesn’t like to push us too hard after game day. It’ll be longer and more rigorous on Saturday before the game on Sunday, do you have tickets?” You explained how you’re the organiser of the group and had been a little preoccupied lately as she played with a lose strand of your hair. “Okay leave it with me, I’ve gotta have you there cheering us on” she said defiantly “okay, I’ll go find a drink and come back to the stands. I hope you’ve got a kit at home” you said flirtingly as you pulled on her waistband before walking away in search of the cafe.

You were directed upstairs to the cafe which was in a box that overlooked the pitch. You ordered a tea and sat down in front of the window to watch the girls take shots at Mary. This team is phenomenal, they’re going to go all the way - you knew it. Still in disbelief that this whole scenario was real life, you gazed out the window for a little while before reaching for your book. You completely zoned out and for the first time, you weren’t thinking about Rachel. You read chapter after chapter completely lost in the world of your book until you felt a hand softly squeeze your shoulder, you knew who’s it was and nuzzled your cheek on it before planting a kiss on her finger.

“Do you want a coffee?” you asked as she took the seat opposite you, “I’ll get it” as she went to get up, “no you paid for dinner last night, at least let me pay for coffee, how do you like it?” Rachel asked for her order and then Millie appeared “do you want a coffee Mill?” you called out to her, “omg yes please! Rach knows my order!” as she plopped down at the table you’d stationed as your own, “then you can show me how to do this bun!” You laughed to yourself as you carried the drinks over and asked what the plan was. They explained that they were thinking of going to Oxford Street and picking out two outfits, one for each other person and we have to buy the one we like the best. You saw this as unfair as they didn’t know your style, whereas you could guess theirs from photos. “That’s the fun of it” Millie said. “Is your boyfriend not getting dragged into this too?” you asked her, alas he was at work and getting out of the torture. You hate shopping at the best of times, you didn’t know if these two were slow dilly dalliers or in-out people like you. For some reason you were feeling a bit nervous, Millie has to like you otherwise you and Rach would never work out.

At the shop you chose a banging outfit for Rach - smart caj and sexy which she loved and felt confident in. Rachel chose a cute dress for Millie and after some guidance about your likes and dislikes they both managed to put an outfit together for you. A long black dress with slits up the legs with a oversized plaid shirt over the top. You felt like it needed a hat and boots though so you browsed those aisles until you found what you wanted, then chose your jewellery and accessories together before getting out of there.

Picking up McDonalds on the way home, they both chose salads as they’re on a strict diet. You however are not and devoured two cheeseburgers and large fries in front of them. To say they were jealous was an understatement! “Perks of not being a footballer!” you said with a cheeky grin. You took a few slurps of your Pepsi then popped the top off and pulled a bottle of JD out of your bag as you glugged it into the cup before noticing both girls were staring judgingly at you. “I’m nervous!” you blushed, “this is just a pre drink to give me confidence!” you insisted. “You don’t need to be nervous” Millie put her arm round you, “Rach has told me how much she likes you, which means we will get along as well.” You were wondering exactly what your girl had told her bestie as you took some sips from your cup. “Right, we better get showered, come on” Rachel held her hand out to you and lead you upstairs “keep it down yeah” laughed Millie who was munching into her salad.

Part Five - Not my Decision to Make

[fosterwhat]

Kids had their first post-TPR visit Friday. This morning started off badly. Felix woke us all up at an ungodly hour sensory seeking. There’s this rhetoric that stimming is fine. And I do get that. But his sensory seeking is disruptive and often unsafe. I have offered countless alternatives (fidgets, weighted blankets/animals, compression sheets) and…zilch. He likes the objects well enough, but he prefers to stim by slamming his body into things, clapping, banging, and screeching. He’s broken a sofa and a bed frame. He’s constantly covered in scratches. Greta’s old enough that she’s started to complain about it as well. It’s not fun to wake up startled and in terror every morning. He then proceeds to have a total meltdown because, despite the fact he woke us up, he’s exhausted and out of sorts. So going to the bathroom? Tears. Getting dressed? Tears. Eating breakfast? Tears. But then, when he’s regulated, you’d have NO CLUE that he does any of this.

Anyway, I decided that we were going to proceed with our plans, because this is our life right now. So we went to a community Easter event today. It’s a free event with snacks, cookies to decorate, and an intense egg hunt. Due to single mom life, both my kids have to hunt in the older kid group, which is for ages 6+ — and let me tell you, those kids are brutal. I wish I could have let Greta do the little kid hunt, but it’s across the street and at the exact same time. Anyway, back to the big kid hunt. They put 6,000 eggs out on the lawn and within four minutes every single egg was gone. Poor Greta only managed to get 5 eggs. She was so sad, and instantly, without me asking, Felix gave her half his eggs. He can be so sweet.

The kids had a great time at the event. From there, we went straight to adaptive bike riding. Felix is taking a class at our local special needs center. There were autistic kids, but also kids with CP, brain damage, and some severe genetic conditions. Felix’s psychiatrist thinks it’s an appropriate program for him. It’s 1:1 so technically every child can progress at their own rates. It was hard to see him there, because he was absolutely the most “typical” child there, but simultaneously? He’s not neurotypical. It’s so hard to find programming that works for him and supports him. I wish someone would create programming for kids who are gifted and neurodivergent with 1:1 support. Doubtful.

The kids then started squabbling. Verbally and physically. Whining and kicking each other. We came home in the afternoon and I put on some quiet music while the kids played with LEGOs. Kept separating them endlessly. Eventually I’d had enough, and I decided they needed to get outside. We went on a 4 mile scooter ride/walk. Two miles, got bubble tea, then two miles home.

It ended up being a gorgeous afternoon. Fifty degrees and sunny. The kids ended up playing outside after our walk and even eating dinner outside.

7pm bedtime tonight. I had to tack blankets to the window frames to make it dark enough. Guess I need to buy some better blackout shades for the summer. We had great ones at our old place, but the windows here are a completely different size.

I’ve started watching Tiny Beautiful Things and it’s so good. I love Kathryn Hahn.

Easter baskets are ready to go for tomorrow. Small chocolate bunny, single toy, Disney shirt, and Natives (they get their new summer Natives in their Easter basket every year).

[pbandjesse]

It is my very very long day today. And that's saying something after the music festival on Saturday. Today was a really nice day though. I even got a little nap.

I wish I had slept better. I had better luck falling asleep, though I was still awake for to long. But I slept okay and woke up at 730. I honestly could have slept a little longer. No one was waiting for me at work. I had plenty of wiggle room there.

When I woke up though James was there and I was happy to see them. I was a little. Bleh but that was mainly my allergies. I would feel a little off and a little muted all morning.

James would see me off to work. They would actually like the same way and we got to briefly hold hands at the red light. Which was very silly but also very sweet.

You won't believe this was on the highway, past hunt valley, where the baby grand piano was, is now a different piano!!! A standing piano! Crazy. Who is doing this??

When I got to camp, while I was right no one was waiting for me, it was busy. They had people power washing the hacienda. The tents were getting taken down. It was kind of loud but that was fine.

I went to the art building and put some stuff away. Collected some other stuff. And sat outside to have breakfast. I didn't love my eggs. I think the silicone container has collected soap which I have heard is a known issue. Sad. I will keep trying to fix it but it made my eggs taste no good.

I walked for the the office and chilled until Elizabeth and Sarah came in. There wasn't anything for me to set up, as I was just leading a nature walk. But I would soon head to the lodge to chill on the rocking chairs and wait for the group.

They were a little late but not enough to matter. And they were super sweet. I did have a little bit of an issue with how the adults were with the kids. Just slightly to rough for me. But they were sweet. Though the little ones were very upset about being dirty. They would get over it but I always find that funny. Like you know that at home being dirty is the worst thing.

We split into two groups. I would start with the littles. K to 2. And after a trip to the bathrooms we would walk down the big hill to the Glen. Everyone wanted to hold my hand. I am very popular with the under 2nds.

And it was a fun walk. We went around the Glen. Lifted logs. I had to get them to stop screaming at bugs. One of them I had to send to stand with their teacher because they kept screeching. But once he calmed down he was fine and we had a lovely walk.

I took them up to the barn. The main field was being mowed so it was to loud but thankfully two horses were in the smaller field next to the stalls. A few of the kids would get to let them which was very cute. I told them it was not guaranteed and that it was special.

After we left the horses I took them to the girls latrine to wash hands before switching groups with Rachel.

Her group was the older kids and they were very funny. All on their phones and making videos about the trip. I took them to the horses first. And they loved that. A few of them told me they have never met a horse before. And they had much better luck getting the horses to come over to be pet. They fed them flowers and it was very sweet.

We had a great time rolling logs. I found a toad right away and they loved petting him. He did pee on me which made them all screams but I was like. It's fine? I will wash my hands? They felt much more comfortable getting dirty after that. Holding worms. Picking up rocks. It was great.

We went to the pond next and they were super into looking for frogs. No one caught one but it was a blast hanging out. We would eventually walk through the woodlands village. And they liked going in the houses and exploring. We stopped for the last time at the nature building to see the chickens. And it was just a lot of fun.

I dropped them off at the lodge for lunch. And I would say thank you and goodbye and went to the office.

I checked in. Gave Heather a hug. And Elizabeth said I could leave a whole hour early. This was great news.

I would drive home and was so happy to see James. We would chat for a few minutes but since I had a whole extra hour I would go change into jammies but before I got cozy I would bring Ruby the Roomba with me to work on vacuuming the upstairs. And then I got cozy in bed.

I didn't sleep for a while. Mostly just resting. James came and laid with me. Soon Sweetp would join us. It was just really soft and nice.

I would sleep for about an hour. Waking up at 230. I wasn't thrilled. I sometimes feel so tired I get this hollow feeling in my chest but I would shake it off. And I felt okay.

I would get myself together. Got dressed in a nicer outfit. I felt like my hair wasn't doing anything I liked but I was trying to feel pretty still.

We would load up in the car to drive down the street to go vote. It was fairly easy but I had to do a provisional ballot because this was a primary so it took me a bit longer then James. James was confused because I had left their line of site and they were like. Where is my wife.

But I found them. And we would drive out to the museum. Stopping for for dinner.

We got chipotle. And it was very good honestly but my body hates me and I got a horrible stomach ache for a bit but thankfully it passed.

I was mostly just really enjoying James's company. And after we dropped off leftovers in the car we walked to five below. Where I got four blind bags and some candy.

We went back to the car James guessed 3/4 blind bags correctly which was so funny. And I decided I would give Jesse and Meril two of the calico critters because I already had them and I thought it would be funny and a nice little gesture on our first night alk working togerher.

And so far it's been super fun. They both loved the little critters, which we are referring to as our emotional support buddies. Mine is a little wolf, Meril for an otter, and Jesse got a koala. Which I think makes a lot of sense.

This has been a really interesting night so far. I really hope this guy wins just because I think it'll be a bummer here if he doesn't. Also seems like a solid choice.

I had been having fun meeting people. Like the press and the new catering company and I'm just having a good time. I am excited to eat food too? It looks really nice.

I have been learning a lot but I also know a lot of stuff already so it hasn't been to hard. Though there has been a few interesting moments of stress.

When I got here the last event was finishing up cleaning. And the only thing left was the smaller stage. At 5pm almost exactly the production crew came in and the one guy came in with such horrible energy and was so mad at Jesse that the state was still there. Yelling that they only had two hours for set up (they had 3?) and we were just like. Alright? And moved the stage ourselves and it took 39 seconds. Like it wasn't that deep and he really hurt Jesse's feelings which was disappointing because he had been in such a good mood. But we are all a good team and made it work. Fixed the troubles and laughed it off. With our emotional support critters.

The next weird thing came a few hours later. The party had started. And all of a sudden a few people had to be escorted out? They had snuck in through the back and we're drunk and also Republicans. So strange. Get out of here.

Now though I am sitting at the front desk. I will probably go find Jesse and Meril soon. Maybe get a dessert. I am having a nice time talking to Mark the security guard. He is a really nice man.

I did go and find Meril and Jesse and I was able to try all the desserts. The miso Blondie's were my favorite. I also had the Mac and cheese with BBQ sauce. The nice man made me one without duck on it. It was good.

I am getting a s little sleepy. I do really enjoy working nights though. I always have. It's a different energy for sure.

I also now have the next couple months on my schedule. It's going to be tough with camp and everything but I am going to make it work. I may have to implement a one job a day rule. And it may impact me doing the farmers market. Like I won't do every week but I have already thought about that. Give myself some time to create stuff. I think I will start bringing sewing or knitting projects here too. Since there seems to be some amount of downtime. And I like to have something to do with it my hands.

They just called the race and Alsobrook won. Ah well. It's just the primary and I'm sure they will do just fine. It was fun to be a part of the party regardless.

Me and Jesse are hanging out now. Talking about safety and procedures and all that fun stuff. Meril just went home a bit ago. I just discovered that my candy bar melted in my bag and it is now full of Carmel. Gross.

I am going to post this now but there is still a few more hours to my night. I hope when I get home to take a shower and then get some sleep. We have feildtrips the next couple days. But on Thursday and Friday I also have events here! Busy busy. I am looking forward to it. I missed having more then one job so much. This honestly is really good for me.

I hope you all have a great night. I love you all. Until next time!!

[andejoe]

Tolcia was surprised to see her friend. Craig had returned from his extended leave of absence and seemed to still have his brain intact. She had too many questions to be patient.

“Craig, we must speak.”

“Is everything alright or?”

“Did you join Adam on the voyage to meet the Ancients?”

Craig smiled as he exhaled in a soft laugh. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want to know.”

Tolcia bit back her initial reaction. “Yes, I wish to know. Now.”

Craig and Tolcia sat in the caf as he began his tale.

“Honestly the longest part of the trip was getting out that far. Took us two of the three months just to get there.”

Tolcia frowned. The math didn’t add up. How did a trip take two months to reach the destination and yet end only a month later?

“Hey, don’t jump ahead of my story,” Craig chided. “Anyway, so we spend two months getting out there and it’s just swirling clouds of color. Black, purple, green, reds. We couldn’t see anything. One of the historians who studied Lovecraftian horror decided to fly towards the black swirls.”

Craig pulled out a small vid pad and opened it. Tolcia closed her eyes first, unsure of what horrors she would see.

“Don’t worry, nothing will melt your brain,” Craig assured her. “But when we fly up there, one of the swirls came close and wrapped around the ship. It was a tentacle of Shub-Niggurath, which isn’t actually her name by the way. We were off on most of the names but even humans can’t replicate their actual names so they let us call them by the names we’d given them.”

Tolcia cracked an eye open slowly. She saw a blurry photo of her friend and several other humans. The ship was encased in shadow, and one human had glowing yellow eyes. The screech surprised even Tolcia.

“Ears!” Craig complained, covering his much too late.

Tolcia pointed at the screen. “This human! They are not okay!”

Craig looked at which person she was pointing to and then smiled. “Yeah, so like I said, we can’t pronounce their language, and understanding it is how you go all brain meltingly cuckoo which fun fact, is how humans knew about them in the first place, but in order to talk to us, they would just select a human onboard to possess temporarily.”

Tolcia covered her mouth this time, but she wasn’t sure her fear would even let her make noise. Humans just let themselves get possessed by the Ancients and Craig spoke about it with the same ease as he selects his morning caffeine.

He kept going, flipping through other photos. The shadows and blurs changed color and opaqueness, as did the human who’s eyes glowed various colors. Some photos were clearer than others, and some were distorted in unnatural ways. Craig mentioned names Tolcia would never look up and was afraid to remember, naming Ancients they interfered with and somehow survived.

“Anyway, after a few days most of the people left on the expedition were feeling a little murdery so Yog-Sothoth swallowed the ship and we all woke up a few days later being towed to quarantine off of the Dalsrr Medical Outpost. After some time in the sensory deprivation chambers, most of us were cleared to go back to our assignments. A couple of them had to stay back for specific treatments or studies, being possessed didn’t leave us unscathed ya know. But hey, Adam seemed more than happy with his new ability to see ghosts so I call it a win win.”

Tolcia stared in frozen horror at her friend. Craig recognized the look and paused to look down at himself.

“Oops, sorry, one second.” Craig ran his hands over his arms until the wisps of black faded away.

Tolcia inched away. “What was that?”

Craig shrugged. “So sometimes I get these like shadow clouds that will show you your worst nightmare. We’re not sure if it’s permanent or not and I have no idea what triggers them but they go away if I disconnect them from my skin.”

Tolcia stood up, turned, and walked away. Craig didn’t move. He knew she would probably take a few days off, but she’d come back. The whispered voices had assured him of this.

Tolcia finished her rough sketch of the ancient beings for her new human crew mate. “They are so ancient and powerful, it’s rumored that they are what the galaxies revolve around.”

Craig studied the picture in silence. He stroked his chin as he contemplated being honest.

Tolcia was excited to see that she was able to teach him something new. The universe was huge and humans were fairly new to it, but it was so rare that anything fazed them.

“What do you think? Terrifying, right?” Tolcia asked.

“Well,” Craig stalled, still undecided on how to answer.

Tolcia registered that something was wrong in her assessment. Craig did not seem surprised, shocked, in awe, or otherwise perturbed. “You know of them already?” She was wrong, she had to be wrong.

“Not exactly.” Craig finally decided to tell the truth. “Lovecraftian horror was never my particular interest, but I recognize Cthulhu when I see it. And that thing right there, that’s Cthulhu.”

Tolcia was perfectly still, stunned at the ease Craig had in front of the depictions.

“Humans named them?” Tolcia was quiet, almost fearful of this knowledge. Humans were bumptious, but even they wouldn’t be so daring as to name the beings so ancient there was no record of their beginnings.

“I’m sure we’ve got the names and some of the descriptions wrong, but yeah, a human named Lovecraft wrote stories about these eldritch gods like what, about 1000 years ago I think. But do you mind if I send this to my buddy Adam? He’s super into this stuff and can talk more about this if you want.”

Tolcia took a deep breath and let out a screech that made Craig wince.

“Apologies. Yes, I would like to contact Adam. I have many questions.” So many questions.

Craig took a photo and sent off the message immediately. “Adam’s gonna flip when he finds out that this is real.”

“I think the fact humans have known about the ancient beings for a millennium is going to cause a lot of flipping. The conjecture alone is terrifying to think about.”

Craig’s eyebrows drew together as he looked up from his communicator. “What conjecture?”

“Humans knew they were a possibility, and still decided to leave their own planet. Most beings didn’t find out about the ancients until after being in space for some time. And their first contact with them always sets them back centuries. How do you feel safe exploring when you know these aloof powers are out there?”

Craig shrugged. “I don’t know. Wanderlust I guess.” Realization struck him. “Wait, does that mean you know where we can find them?”

Tolcia screeched again.

[aeon-of-cultivation]

Teaser: A New Beginning

An androgynous-looking boy stretched and turned over on the cold ground. He groaned as he massaged his side, grumbling about how he'd definitely get the bed next time.

He reached out to the bioship to say good morning, only to stop dead in his psychic tracks.

The ship he's on is nothing but cold metal. And much, much larger than his bioship. He can't hear his crewmate say "Sawyer, bacon!" nor his kitten paw at him.

Someone started shaking his shoulder, saying something about concussions. Sawyer tried shaking the hand off, hoping that this was all just a bad dream. He's had those before. The kind of dreams where you feel completely isolated from everything.....even though he could normally reach out and still feel his family's presence in those dreams.

Now, he just feels a lonely emptiness.

As the person, a boy, started growing more desperate in waking him up, Sawyer finally opened his eyes. He was met with the sight of a blond boy with shining, golden eyes.

Unfortunately, nothing could stop the unholy screech that ripped from Sawyer's throat as reality settled in.

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Sawyer and the new boy, Yanqing as he had introduced himself, sat at a table in the middle of a plaza-like area. Sawyer was eating a sweet treat on a stick (Yanqing called it a Pheasantberry Skewer) while the other was massaging his temple.

"I'm sorry," Sawyer muttered.

"It's fine," Yanqing assured him. "You said you just woke up here , right? Can't imagine that’s too fun.” Yanqing leaned on the table. “So, just so I have this straight, you aren’t from here and don’t know how you got here? What’s the last thing you remember?”

Sawyer turned the skewer treat in his hand. “Well, I went to sleep on my bioship, something my family uses to travel through space, and that was it. Nothing out of the usual. Next thing I know, I wake up on the ground of a completely different ship.”

He reached into his bag over the chair behind him, hoping he at least had something useful in there. All he feels are some papers and his notebook, which only worried him more. Where was all his stuff???

Sawyer quickly dumped his bag out onto the table, startling Yanqing. As Sawyer watches his staff come tumbling out, he breathes a sigh of relief. At least he won’t be completely defenseless here. As Sawyer picks up his staff to put it away, Yanqing picks up a file filled with papers Sawyer doesn’t remember.

“Here,” he shows Sawyer. “Are you sure you don’t belong here? This building is a condo in a pretty rich district. Looks like it has your name on it.”

Yanqing handed Sawyer the file, though the androgynous boy had never heard of the building before. It must have been obvious on his face, because Yanqing narrows his eyes and regards him with caution. Sawyer didn’t blame him; this was rather suspicious after all.

“Thanks for your help, but I think I’m gonna check this out,” Sawyer grabs the rest of his stuff and gets up to leave. He isn’t surprised when Yanqing gets up in a hurry and offered to help him get there. “You sure? Doesn’t a lieutenant have more important things to do?”

“It’s fine. Just another part of the job,” Yanqing assures him.

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After a thirty minute walk that should have taken ten minutes, Sawyer and Yanqing finally arrive at the complex building. Sawyer is far too absorbed in admiring the architecture to notice Yanqing taking the file from him again.

“Looks like yours is on the top floor. Let’s go,” Yanqing sighs before pulling Sawyer inside. If he didn’t, Sawyer would have wandered off again to see the other buildings.

As the boys ride the elevator up, Yanqing determines that Sawyer isn’t dangerous. Or at least, he isn’t an active threat to the Luofu. Not with how engrossed he is on studying every little detail of the buildings as if it were something new.

But it is new to Sawyer. Otherwise, he wouldn’t look like a kid in a candy store as he meandered from place to place, drawing sketches of the building in his little notebook.

When they reach the top floor, Sawyer runs out of the elevator to find whichever room was his complex.

Looking at the numbers on each door, he sheepishly turns to Yanqing. “Do you know what these say?” Sawyer asks with a slight blush.

Yeah.

Sawyer definitely can’t be a threat.

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Yanqing helps Sawyer get settled in his new home. Not that there’s much they can do since Sawyer barely has anything with him.

“I’ll probably go shopping tomorrow or something,” Sawyer grumbles as he stifles a yawn. “Anyways, thanks for helping me out.”

Yanqing just waves him off, but Sawyer knows that there’s more to it.

“At least I don’t have to worry about being on some watchlist or something,” Sawyer thinks to himself.

Soon, Yanqing leaves and Sawyer collapses onto the couch. He knows he’ll have to figure life out, but he’s too sleepy to do that now.

Everything will still be here tomorrow, so he can deal with it then.

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Author’s note: Wanted to post this in time for Sawyer’s birthday (6-21), but don’t have much motivation recently. Curse writer’s block.

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[duskys-dreams]

I was playing Minecraft with my friends. We were just having fun and goofing around, jumping between the ground and these two floating islands.

I was messing around with these two umbrellas. One was brown and looked standard, and the other was yellow and basically a small triangle.

It started to rain, so I equipped the yellow triangle umbrella. My friends started complaining that I was using the shittiest umbrella there is. Apparently, the triangle umbrellas are not very useful. In retaliation, I poked my friend with it, and was amazed at how it suddenly turned into a kite. They all laughed at me and said it was always an umbrellakite, it even said so when you first selected the item. I was embarrassed and went away, to see what was happening with the group of people.

It turned out that there was a musical going on. It was about plants, it seemed, and the actors were letting the audience decide key parts.

I watched from the left corner, curled into a ball and watching with rapt interest. There were many characters, a lot of them plants but a few humans. (To be clear, all the actors were humans and not even dressed up.) I remember Otis being there, playing as the Stem. He was supposed to be an unimportant side character, but people are always suckers for the underdog.

As I watched, I thought about how I usually didn’t really like how the songs were never canon to the story or even acknowledged by the characters, but I found that I didn’t really mind here. The musical was just that good.

Afterwards, I met up with my little sister. I was supposed to drive her home, but instead I decided to go get blackout drunk. My sister was not happy, but I didn’t really care.

The next morning, I woke up in a ditch with the car on its side behind me. I think I tried to drive home anyway, but crashed. Even so, I didn’t have a scratch on me, and the car looked fine aside from being on its side.

A car drove past me, and I watched it, briefly wondering if it was going to help me. But then it turned around, and I found my mother driving it. She jumped out of the car and ran toward me, angry that I did something so stupid but more so relieved that I was okay and that she found me.

My little sister was in the car as well, and a stoat jumped out of it to sniff me anxiously. This was my older brother, shapeshifted into an animal so he could find me by scent while my mom drove.

My mom asked where the dog was. I told her I didn’t know, I was pretty sure he was stolen. I looked out onto the road and saw a strange beige car with no roof sitting in the middle of it. I said I felt like that car did it, but I was probably wrong.

Then the Joker walked back to his car and gleefully told us that he did in fact steal our dog, and we were never getting him back. He cackled and began driving away.

He might’ve been right about that, if we were a normal family. But we are a family of shapeshifters, and we weren’t about to take that lying down.

We ran after him on foot, and actually managed to grab onto the car. I pulled myself into the backseat thinking about how we would no longer be singing the praises of Superman. Batman for the win, kill this guy.

As my family held onto the back of the car and got the dog back, I decided how I wanted to do this. I could’ve killed him quickly, but I shapeshifted instead into a stag monkey, which was small but very violent. Then I leaped onto the back of the Joker’s head and started tearing it apart.

The car screeched to a slow halt as I essentially turned this man’s head into putty. I squished it in my hands, wondering with glee just how painful it must’ve been.

I then ran back to my car and found a small family peeling the entire undercarriage of my car off, and then applying it to their machine thing that looked like a giant metal duck. It then stood up and walked away.

I approached them told them that what they were doing wasn’t very smart. The outer shell of their machine was going to be very unstable, as they weren’t even welding the pieces together.

Secondly, why were they building an instrument for destruction when they could instead be focusing on their son? Giant robots come and go, but family is forever.

Then, right on cue, their robot duck in the distance fell to pieces. The son smiled to himself.

They thought about it, and agreed, thanking me for teaching them this valuable lesson. I gave them a polite nod and waited for my mother. I guess I wasn’t even mad about the fact that they completely ripped off the undercarriage of my car without permission to finish their robot.

They have their evil-machine-building family, I have my shapeshifting one. Everyone’s different.

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“Ohhh my god, you know what we haven’t done in forever?” Gem suddenly gasped, scaring Impulse and Pearl, who had been peacefully eating their breakfasts.

“What’s that, Gem?” Impulse asked kindly.

“GIRLS NIGHT!!!” Gem screeched, grabbing Pearl by the arm and shaking her. Pearl muttered several violent threats, as she was still half asleep and very much not a morning person, but Gem ignored her. “Ohhhhh my god that could be so much fun! Makeup and secrets and karaoke!”

“You should!” Impulse smiled warmly at her over his newspaper. “Do you want me to get you two some snacks or anything?”

“Oh, Impulse, didn’t you know?” Gem asked. “You are an honorary girlie… you’re doing Girl’s Night with us!”

Gem insisted that Pearl and Impulse meet at her castle later in the day, so she had time to prepare. Impulse didn’t really understand how much there was to prepare, but it wasn’t until he got to the castle did he understand.

Gem’s dedication to Girl’s Night was quite impressive. Gem had matching monogrammed pajamas for each of them. She had set out a buffet of snacks and drinks in one room of her castle. One room was entirely dedicated to pillows and blankets. And she had an itemized list of activities for the girlies to do.

—— pillow fight!——

“Okay, Impulse, please select your pillow weapons and armor.” Gem said.

“Pillow armor?” Impulse questioned, walking into the pillow and blanket room.

“Yeah, when Gem says pillow fight, she means we’re gonna hunt each other down.” Pearl replied, tying a pillow around her chest and picking up a long body pillow. “I usually win, by the way.”

And yes, indeed, Pearl did in fact win, in a dramatic conclusion where she chased Impulse and Gem down the entire length of Gem’s castle and tackled them to the ground. Impulse understood the need for the pillow armor.

——gossiping!——

“Okay, age old question, Impy.” Both girls looked at him expectantly, wine glasses I hand. “Which is the cutest block in Minecraft?”

“Bdubs.” Impulse said dreamily.

“Well I like birch, and not because- wait what?” Gem asked.

“Minecraft block, Impulse.” Pearl whispered.

Impulse turned bright red. “Oh! Yeah, uh, quartz. Quartz is a cute block.”

Pearl and Gem screamed in laughter, clutching each other as to not fall over in hysterics.

——truth or dare!——

“Okay, truth or dare, Gem?”

Gem giggled. “Omg, okay, dare!”

Pearl laughed very ominously. “Okay, I dare you to find Xisuma’s bedroom and shout ‘fuck’ at the top of your lungs at the foot of his bed.”

“Oh my god, Pearl, do you want her to die? It’s like the middle of the night.” Impulse gasped, a hand over his mouth.

Gem also had a hand over her mouth, but lowered it to give them both a stoic look. “I will do it, for it is Girl’s Night, and I honor the Girl’s Night truth or dare code.”

They found Xisuma asleep in his mega base, surrounded by bones. Impulse and Pearl stood at the doorway of his room, ready to run. Gem snuck up until she was standing at Xisuma’s bed, and took a deep breath.

“FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

“ah!” Xisuma jumped out of bed, or tried to, but instead got twisted in his blankets and fell into a pile of bones by his bed.

“RUN!” Impulse shouted, and all three scattered, giggling wildly.

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They all woke up the next morning hungover and with a very grumpy Xisuma standing over them, arms crossed. And although they tried their best, they couldn’t girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep their way out of this one.