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vanfleeter · 11 months ago

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Omnia

Characters: Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Smut so minors DNI. Mentions of sex. Because what is a classic love letter without a little bit of smut.

Summary: Writing a heartfelt letter.

Today is Valentine’s Day. Normally the two of you don’t celebrate, which is fine. Not everyone does and that’s okay. You both mutually agreed to not celebrate but should either one want to do something, it can be something small. Nothing big and nothing expensive. In the past, Jake has just about gotten you something for that day, but still sticking to nothing huge and nothing expensive.

It’s always been a cheesy hallmark card that the two of you can giggle over. One year he found a card that plays music and of course it played the Hamster Dance to go along with the hamster on the front that held a red heart balloon and had cheesy Valentine’s Day saying on it.

So this year, that’s what you were expecting. A cheesy card hand picked from a gift aisle in CVS. Although, things didn’t quite go as you had expected. Still.. Nothing huge and nothing expensive.

Waking that morning you had found a bouquet of your favorite flowers resting on the nightstand beside your bed with a sticky note attached.

‘Omnia’

One simple word scrawled on the piece of paper. Placed delicately beside the bouquet is a red envelope with your name written on it. This was different. Normally he’d wait until after work to give the card and not first thing in the morning, nor did he ever buy flowers. Claiming he can buy you flowers all the time, nothing makes them more special just because it’s a holiday.

Sitting up in the bed, you reach for the card and break open the seal. You were surprised yet again to not find a cheesy card, but instead a handwritten letter. He’s deviating from the usual plan. Why?

Shrugging off the inquisitives, you pull out the paper and unfold it. Your jaw slowly drops as you find a completely handwritten letter all in his own handwriting. You’ve gotten handwritten letters before. A thing he started doing while away on tour. He’d write everything in a notebook, sort of like he was journaling. But instead of addressing some made up imaginary person, he’d be addressing you. Each day, he’d reaccount everything that happened, down to the smallest detail so it made you feel like you had actually been there.

Making yourself comfortable within the pillows and blankets, you begin to read the letter.

2/13/2024 My dearest love, I come to you in this letter to express my profound love to you. Normally you would be getting a cheesy Hallmark card bought from a CVS on my way home from work. Not this year. I wanted to do something different so here goes nothing.. Ever since I had met you, I just knew you were meant for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you those first few nights after meeting you. I had to see you again, I had to know you. There was something about you that drew me in like a siren singing her song luring me to my death. Although you weren’t luring me to my death. Never mind, scratch that. You should know that I’m highly nervous writing this so bare with me.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you and you burrow down deeper into the bed as you continue on.

I’ve never told you this, although maybe I should have. I feel like I should have, but nonetheless, I am now. I have loved you since that moment I laid my eyes on you. You had those beautiful eyes that just sucked me in and your laugh was so contagious. This is written in past tense but it still rings true to this day. I think the reason I never told you that I fell in love with you that day was because truthfully, I was terrified. So I lied and told you that I started falling for you when I caught you rescuing a little fly that got caught on a spider’s web and then proceeded to freak out because the spider landed on your arm. I was already in love with you before that, but it did make me fall harder. I still think about that moment. How hard I had laughed after I had told you to be careful. I was determined to try to keep up with this mysterious facade because I didn’t want to come across as the sappy, romantic kind of guy. Though we both know that that didn’t last very long. Slowly I started showing you the real me. The funny, cheesy, and sometimes clumsy self. You’re probably rolling your eyes at this and calling me a liar. Okay, I’m more clumsy than I’ll admit but I guess being clumsy came in handy because as much as I tend to trip over my own feet and fall, I know that I’m falling in love with you. Each and every day. And now you’re probably thinking, ‘Smooth one, Jake’. Yes, I know, I am pretty smooth.

This time you did roll your eyes.

I’ll be honest with you.. I wanted to write this in the most elegant way that I could. Everyone knows me to write these exquisite captions for my Instagram posts or to say profound things that most of the time make no sense to anyone. But I’m writing to you and I want to be authentic. I want to just be me. Jake. Your Jake. Your Squishy. Why you call me that, I probably won’t ever know but as long as it’s you calling me that, I’ll allow it. Anyways, moving on. There’s a lot to love about you. Your heart for one. You never fail to amaze me with the love you pour out. Whether it be your hugs, the kind smiles you offer, or the endearing words of encouragement, you’re always radiating love. Kind of reminds me of Josh. I know life hasn’t been easy but I’m proud of how you’ve made it through it all and yet you’re still pouring out your love like it's endless. And to quote my brother, love has no bounds. Especially with you. You’re boundless. You inspire me. And there’s more to your love than just your hugs and encouraging words. The way you express your love to me. Especially in bed. Have I made you blush? Good, because I love the way you make me feel when we’re in bed together, completely entangled. You make me feel good–so fucking good. Your hands, so soft against my skin as you drag your fingers down my back–and then not so soft as you scrap up my back. I’ll have to admit, it turns me on even more when you do that. Tells me that I’m doing a great job at fucking you. Oh you thought this was going to be a romantic love letter of me only swooning over you? Well, my love, guess again. Didn’t you know all the classic writers wrote dirty letters to their lovers? Don’t count me out. Back to the topic at hand.. Fucking..

You laugh again and bite into your bottom lip as you continue reading.

Making love to you is one of my favorite things to do. I love the feeling of being pressed up against you, feeling every curve of your body–from your beautiful breasts down to your hips, your ass, your thighs. God those thighs.. I can feel the way you clench them around my head as I’m fucking you with my tongue and dragging you to your orgasm.

You can feel the arousal beginning to spread between your legs, slowly soaking your underwear. Even in a letter he can make you wet.

But what I love to feel the most is you fully wrapped around me as you take my cock. Thrusting into you, hitting all of those spots that really get you. You are the lock and I am the key that clicks in place with every thrust of my hips, unlocking every single thing that makes you unravel in my hands. If I had it my way, I’d never leave that bed. I wouldn't mind being tangled up in the sheets with you every day. Not having a care in the world while I’m making love to you. I should probably stop this letter at some point before I make you a mess. But also because my hand is starting to cramp. I chose the wrong pen to write this with. So to end this in my true fashion.. In omnia paratus. I am prepared for it all. Prepared to love you for the rest of my days, or for as long as you’ll have me. I am prepared to endure all things with you–the good and even the bad. I love you completely with every fiber of my being and I still hope to this day that you do too. Happy Valentine’s Day. All my love, Jake’

Folding the letter back up, you press it against your chest as you bite back down into your bottom lip and squeal.

Pulling yourself back up into a sitting position, you reach for your phone and pull up his contact. Pressing the phone to your ear as it rings, you can hear the familiar ringtone down the hallway. It draws near to the room and you pull the device away from your ear as he steps into the doorway. He’s carrying a couple takeout bags of food.

He smirks when he sees the letter still clutched in your hand. “I see you’ve read it already.” He walks over to his side of the bed and sets the bags of food on the nightstand.

Setting the letter back down beside the flowers, you crawl across the bed and rest on your knees in front of him. You throw your arms around him and draw him in for a kiss.

“Would you hate me if I asked for a handwritten letter every year from now on?”

He chuckles but nods his head. “I could never hate you.” He says. “And yes, I think I can do that. I take it, you liked it?”

“I loved it.” You say. “My squishy.”

“Seriously, why do you call me that?”

“Because..” You slide your hands up his arms and caress his face in your palms. “You’re just so squishy!” You say as you squish his cheeks.

He snorts and rolls his eyes. “You’re so weird.”

Gripping his ass in your hands, you push him against you, already feeling his hardening bulge inside of his pants. You give him a smirk and he chuckles.

“Nice Gilmore Girls reference by the way.” You say with a giggle. “Guess that part stuck with you.”

He smiles and nods his head. “Kind of made sense in the grand scheme of things.” He gives you another kiss as presses his body tighter against yours. “Now.. Your choice.. Breakfast first or..” He holds up a finger in the air and pecks your lips. “I can recreate everything I wrote in that letter.”

“Breakfast can wait.” You say and begin to lift his shirt up and over his head.

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pandasleepy07 · 3 months ago

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Ghostober - Day 3 [Alpha]

"I don’t want to have a baby."

WC: 591

You walk into the common room, and find all the ghouls had gotten into Secondo’s special stash. Moonshine, a drink that had been made to give the ghouls the same effects that humans feel when drunk. And after a long tour, they all claimed to need the drink to relax. Alpha’s normally grumpy demeanour had softened considerably. “Y/N,” he practically coos, his hands reaching out for you. “Come join us, love.”

You raise your eyebrows at the change but walk across the room to him as he pours himself another drink. “Haven’t you had enough?” you ask, gently taking the glass from him and putting it down.

He whines. He fucking whines. A bottom-lip-thrusting-out in a pout whine. Alpha, the grumpy fire ghoul, whines. It shortcircuits your brain for a moment and you freeze, giving him the chance to take the glass back, which he takes. That snaps you back to the moment, and you take it from him again. “No. You’ve had more than enough if you’re pouting like a baby.”

“Baby?” he latches onto the word and looks down at his stomach, gently placing a hand on it like a pregnant mother would do. The panic flashes across his face. “I don’t want to have a baby. I don’t want to get fat. I don’t want the morning sickness and swollen feet!” His tone only gets whiner and whiner as he carries on, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes.

“Not funny,” he pouts. “Kits don’t survive up here. I don’t want to give birth and then lose them.

“You’re not losing anyone,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You can’t get pregnant, Alpha.”

“I feel so nauseous, I’ve got to be pregnant.”

“Nope, just drunk,” you mutter, gently pulling him up, struggling to support him as you guide him down the hall to his room, silently cursing Secondo for leaving the liquor where the ghouls could find it.

He stumbles around, heavily leaning on you as he mumbles incoherently. “It’s not that I… Pregnancy hormones…” He stumbles into the wall. “I hate you,” he grumbles, glaring at is. His eyes aren’t focused though, and the Moonshine has relaxed his muscles to the point where his glare looks like a pout. You stifle a giggle and he catches it. “Don’t laugh at me.” Now he really does pout. “I’m pregnant, you shouldn’t laugh at a pregnant ghoul,” he whines.

You reach his door, and open it, unable to suppress a smile. “Come on you big baby. Let’s get you into bed.”

Alpha stumbles forward and lands on his front, face first into his pillows. His words are muffled by them, and you watch amused as he rolls over onto his back, muttering how it’s “better for the baby”.

You smile softly, and carefully pull the blankets up and over him. He catches your wrist and gently tugs you closer. “Stay.” The words are soft, pleading and melt your heart.

“Stay?” You repeat quietly, letting him pull you to sit on the bed next to him.

He nods, his eyes fluttering shut. “Stay.” His arm slides around your waist, pulling you to lie down next to him. A quiet purr kicks up behind you once you’re settled in. He’s spooning you from behind, arm wrapped around you, keeping you in place, his breath soft on your neck as it slows and he drifts off. Heat emanates from him, surrounding you and the combined warmth and sound of his soft breathing, and purrs, lull you off into a peaceful sleep.

๋࣭🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑Ghostober Masterlist 2024⭑ 🕸๋࣭ ⭑🦇🕸 ๋࣭

#ghost band #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul #alpha ghoul #alpha ghost #alpha x reader #ghostober #ghostober 2024

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limerental · 2 months ago

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ficletvember 2024 - day 1

it's my fifth ficlet month! I'll be writing a little fic every day of November again this year and once again, these will mostly be witcher related of any and all canons.

starting off the month strong with a yennskier(/geralt) modern au

Fleeing emotional upheaval, a regretful and nostalgic Yennefer waits backstage for popstar Jaskier to finish his concert of the night-- just the way she used to.

One impulsive midday flight away from the last gasps of a fading dream, Yennefer found herself waiting in the wings of a great performance hall, swathed in refracting light and sound.

A cross-armed security guard stood beside her in the alcove beyond the stage. Even with the call she'd made to his handler, Vespula, before takeoff, she'd had trouble talking her way in backstage.

Had had to scroll through grainy photos on social media feeds to point to for proof, suffering the humiliation of his security's blank looks, pitying frowns.

Though she'd said she would, Yennefer hadn't visited this whole tour, even months since the first show. Too busy, she'd said, when he called some nights. Maybe when Ciri's home from break. Maybe after the holidays. Maybe–

From hundreds of miles away his voice crooned and then softened, phone tucked between her ear and the pillows, the master bedroom as cold and empty as it always was now. If he were there, he wouldn't stand for it. He'd make them talk through the cold distance that had grown between them.

Geralt snored down the hall in the guest room, feeling further away than Jaskier did.

His last tour, when they both were freshly on the outs with Geralt and thought themselves better for it, she'd surprised him often enough that his whole team knew to expect her. She'd slip in through some backdoor, shake off small talk with his wardrobe and makeup crew and lie in wait to pounce after the last encore.

Fresh from the euphoric high of performance, Jaskier was always a living furnace, sweat-slick and dripping glitter, Yennefer's grip on his body possessive and consuming. He could cavort across stage, seduce millions with his vapid pop songs and the thrust of his hips, but afterward, she beckoned and he tripped over himself to get to her and they kissed like lovers torn apart and reuniting after far too long.

They kissed like that every night, brazen and thorough, unconcerned who saw.

She ended up with her own security detail, the fans beginning to recognize her, to seethe with jealousy in Instagram comments, wishing they were her.

Cameras caught their heated embraces and their nights out afterward at fine dining and VIP clubs. Photos of the pair were smeared across the front cover of gossip rags. Kissing in sleek evening wear, in the rain beyond nightclubs, in the backseat of cars.

And then, eventually, it had come out that international popstar Jaskier's mysterious raven-haired paramour was a married woman who lived in the quaint countryside and had a teenaged daughter and a doting husband at home, and the whole thing had blown up into the affair of the decade, several high-profile appearances needed to explain the whole thing away.

“No, you see,” said Jaskier, the fool wholly in his element in the midst of spinning a story about his life-long friendship with Geralt, how he had hated her intrusion into his life until he hadn't at all. “Yen and I have some fun. Rarely safe and sane but consensual on all fronts. But Geralt and Yennefer? Those two are destined to be together.”

The stage lights swung in a blinding arc, and the crowd's roar crescendoed. Only a song or two left and then security said he'd slip back this corridor and take a waiting car to the hotel. These days, he turned in early most nights, they said. Don't keep him up too late, he has appearances first thing tomorrow.

As if it had been Yennefer alone who was the impetus behind the sleepless, wild nights from years ago, as if he wouldn't have found someone else to drag along into the spotlight if not her.

These days, they were used to being small, vital parts of one another's lives, to sharing only moments, to knowing their lives unfolded beyond the times they reunited again. Never wholly separate but inevitably apart.

That had always felt good and right. To know Jaskier missed them well enough, loved them dearly, fit neatly back into the family every time, but did not covet the life Geralt and Yennefer had built together. That he had chosen his path apart from that domestic bliss and did not have to feel jilted, unwanted, or secondary.

Waiting in the wings as the last song gave to shouts and applause, Yennefer felt very small.

He didn't see her at first, the shadowed alcove off stage full dark after the blaze of the stage. Only when security stopped him by the arm, stalling his animated flounce down the corridor, did he see her there and grin and throw back his head with laughter.

Glitter on his cheekbones caught the scant light and fuck-- he was beautiful, all popstar surreal and larger than life.

In a breath, he noticed something off in her expression and sombered at once, crowding close to hold her in his arms without asking a single thing.

Clutching him with her fingers caught in his sweat-damp collar, Yennefer thought of the sheaf of legal papers left on the kitchen island beside a vase of flowers from the garden, thought of the empty drawers she'd found upstairs, the quiet of the house closing in around her.

She thought how's that for destined? Destined to slowly dwindle to nothing.

The woman she had been years ago, the one who had kissed him breathless in the wings most nights, would have hurled sharp accusations his way, crafted to cut. If he had stayed with them, then maybe– If he had thought to take his head out of the clouds and join them in that life then–

The skin of Jaskier's neck smelled of sweat and was so warm it burned Yennefer's forehead as she swayed into him and wept.

She had no one to blame but her own misplaced hope.

(And days later, when Geralt found them cocooned together in the hotel room, she did not shout the angry, hurt things that she wanted to, that she would have, and simply took him, meek and apologetic, into their arms.)

#my fic #ficletvember #teehheeee #yennskier

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thewitcheswitch89 · 2 months ago

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Ghostober 2024

by @kroas-adtam

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I miss you!

Phone/Video

Copia x reader

Fluff

(listened to too many power ballads from the 80s today…not in the mood for smut…)

Copia was on tour and you hadn't seen each other for weeks. The only thing you had left was a phone call every night or a simple video call.

This night was no different. You were sitting in your bedroom, scrolling through social media. When you got a message from Copia.

"I'm in my hotel room right now. Can I call you?"

You read the message with a smile and replied immediately.

"Sure, call me!" you reply, and you've barely sent the message. A few minutes later, your phone rings. You answer it with a smile on your face.

"Hello, my love," you said, leaning against the headboard of your bed.

Copia sighed on the other end of the line.

"Mia cara... I've been waiting all day to hear your voice," he said, the rustling of the pillows audible. A deep sigh. Followed by a yawn.

"I wish I could be with you now!" you sighed, "I miss you!"

Copia laughed softly. "Oh Cara, you have no idea how much I miss you. Everything about you... your touch, your smell, your hugs... Everything...!"

"Everything?" you ask, lying down on the bed. Your eyes fall to his side of the bed. How much you wanted him to be beside you right now. You wanted to feel the warmth of his body, to bury your face in his chest and breathe in his scent.

A small sigh left your lips as you felt tears forming in your eyes. No, don't cry now...you thought to yourself. You did not want him to feel guilty. So you wiped away the tear. Even though he could not see it anyway.

"Yes...everything!", Copia's voice was soft.

"Falling asleep without you is hell," you pouted and rolled onto his side.

"Still...after all these weeks on tour?" he laughs. "I gave you my T-shirt!"

"That's not enough... it hardly smells like you anymore..." you said, resting your head on his pillow. His smell was very faint. Barely perceptible. That hurt your heart. You had never missed anyone so much. You had known it from the beginning, when the two of you started your relationship. That one day he would go on tour. But every day he wasn't there, you found it harder and harder to be without him. A little sniff escaped you and a tear rolled down your cheek.

"Amore...?", Copia's voice came through the phone. Of course he had heard it. And he knew exactly what was happening. "Don't cry ok...Ill be home soon...Just a few weeks ok!

But it was too late, the tears were streaming down your cheeks and you could not stop them.

" It's still too long...!" you whispered. You felt stupid for crying now. You tried to compose yourself and took a deep breath. "Its stupid, I know im a little crybaby! I'm sorry!".

" No, no...you are not stupid, mi amore...!" he said. And his voice made you miss him even more.

" I love you Tersoro...dont forget that!" he said and you could hear in his voice that he hated the way you were crying. It hurted him that he could not be there to hold you and wipe away your tears.

" I love you too Copia," you said. A small smile played on Copia's lips.

" You know what we do when I get home...I take you out Cara...I take you to that Italian restaurant I took you to on our first date," he whispered with a grin. And you chuckled softly. This was what he had in mind. To make you forget your grief over his absence...and focus on the time he would be there after the tour was over.

"And we drink a lot of wine...and eat a lot of pasta...!" he said with a smile on his face.

You nodded, even though he could not see it.

" Yeah...yeah, that sounds good," you laughed now, wiping away a single tear. The prospect of seeing him again soon managed to push your sadness aside for a moment.

"And after that...I'll take you home...and we'll catch up on all the abstinence..." he said, his voice a little horsey now. "How does that sound, Cara?"

You lay motionless on the bed, swallowing hard as you listened to him.

"Then I'll make it up to you...all the time I couldn't touch you...without your kisses and hugs...do you hear Cara?"

" Yes...I...I hear you!" you said, biting your lip. Your hand was on your stomach, grabbing your t-shirt. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. How much you longed for him while he was gone. He enjoyed teasing you. Making you leave without words.

" When I am home with you...in our bed...I will not let you go...I will take my time with you...making sure I do not leave an inch of your beautiful body untouched...!" he continued. You could hear him shifting on his bed, by the rustling sheets. You just lay there listening intently. Feeling your desire slowly grow as he continued. Your tears, which you had shared just a minute ago, were forgotten.

" I will peel you out of the dress that you will be wearing...that little black one...with the low back!" he murmured. "Mhh...I can imagine how you would tremble under my touch...so soft and warm...when I start to kiss your neck...finding that special spot there. Sucking on it...kissing it...before I would kiss my way further down...too...", then he stopped. You could hear him moving again. A low growl came from his throat. You whimpered inwardly as he paused. And your hands gripped your shirt tighter.

" What... what then?" you whispered, you wanted him to continue so badly. But he just laughed. Which made you squirm.

" Tell me, Mia cara...!" he said softly. "What are you wearing right now?"

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghostbandfanfic #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv x female reader #ghostober 2024 #27.10.2024 #fuff #ghost fanfiction #ghost fandom #dont know what is wrong with me today...#not in the mood

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shineon3 · 5 days ago

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Maxielfest 2024

Honey (you got it all) (3,249 words)

For the second time this year, Daniel stares at the picture on his phone, a photo of Max’s nest staring back at him, full of pillows and more than one hoodie the brunette thought he had lost years ago layered in there. The text is just a standard ‘Wanna hang out?’ from Max, and he wouldn’t have thought twice about declining after the tiring day he just had, but when he looks at his own bed, sad and cold and empty, his body just physically cringes at the idea of sleeping in it. Or: 5 times Max sent a picture of his nest to entice Daniel + 1 time he doesn't need to.

everyone blooms (1,953 words)

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The first time Daniel steps in the crop field, Max is giving him a tour. As soon as the blond walks among the various vegetables, careful to not squish anything, a chorus of excited squeals rise up, making the younger chuckle fondly and pick up an old and rusty watering can. Daniel just blinks, chalking it up to the heat, or yesterday's exhaustion bleeding through, or something, anything to avoid thinking about the way the pumpkin vines wrapped themselves around Max's arms as he praised them for growing. It had to be a hallucination, or a trick of the light. Yeah, definitely something like that. Or: Max, Daniel, and the numerous scentient plants on their farm.

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(This Could Be) Anywhere In The World (3,635 words)

“I- I’m Max… Nice to meet you. I don’t really know why I’m here, either… And, uh, I think you’re a great influencer, actually. Really, um, really like your work, yeah.” Daniel’s smile widens even more, somehow, perfect pearly whites fully on display, eyes crinkling adorably, and he wraps an arm around Max’s shoulder, chuckling. “Well, Maximus,” He says after a moment, tone teasing but his smile earnest, pulling a startled laugh out of Max. “I think you and I will get along just fine.” Or: Max, a small streamer, meets his idol Daniel, a famous travel vlogger, at the 2023 Monaco Grand Prix.

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#my fics #f1 fic #maxielfest2024 #maxiel

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myfallbucketlist · 5 months ago

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Fall Bucket List 2024

Watch 30 horror movies (Hammer Horror)

Make a fall playlist

Carve pumpkins

Go to the pumpkin patch

Eat candycorn

Make spooky cocktails

Read 6 books

Go to Haunted World

Wear cool costumes

Pendleton tunnels tour

Watch Over the Garden Wall

Work in a haunted house

Make ghost pillows

Bonfire party

Buy fall candles

Drink mulled cider

Watch Friday the 13th show

Watch Halloween Wars

New fall wardrobe

Spend the night in a graveyard

Halloween party at The Station

Watch Hammer Horror tv show

Drink a pumpkin spice latte

Put McMuffin in a costume

Fall hike

Try 3 weird pumpkin spice items

Bake something

Stay at Hot Lake hotel

Taxidermy shop

Make 3 fall themed meals

Go to The Peculiarium

Get a tattoo

Catch up on all AHS

Make spooky sugar cookie cake

Jack o lantern pizza

Fall beer

Fire with boozy s’more shakes

Geiser Grand ghost hunting

Gloomy beach trip

Watch Gilmore Girls

Haunted corn maze

Candle burning videos

Take photos of Halloween decorations

Go to Sure Shot

Ravens manor bar

Fall puzzles

Hunting

#fall #october #halloween #autumn #spooky #bucket list #fall bucket list

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macrolit · 11 months ago

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Do You Have ‘Bookshelf Wealth’?

A TikTok home-décor trend has irked some bibliophiles.

By Madison Malone Kircher

Published in the New York Times, Jan. 15, 2024

When it comes to aesthetic trends, social media loves a catchy name.

Cottagecore. Dark academia. Eclectic grandpa.

Now there’s a new entry to the canon: bookshelf wealth.

On TikTok and other digital platforms, there has lately been much ado about people who own a great number of books and — this is critical — have managed to stage them in a pleasing manner.

If you’ve ever seen a Nancy Meyers movie, the look might ring a bell. Warm and welcoming. Polished, but not stuffy. A bronze lamp here. A vintage vase there (with fresh-cut flowers, of course). Perhaps there is a cozy seating area near the floor-to-ceiling display, with an overstuffed couch topped with tasteful throw pillows.

Kailee Blalock, an interior designer in San Diego, posted a video to TikTok last month that sought to define bookshelf wealth and school viewers in achieving the aesthetic in their own homes.

“These aren’t display books,” Ms. Blalock, 26, cautions in the video, which has been viewed over 1.3 million times. “These are books that have actually been curated and read.”

This literary look, she went on to say, goes well with pictures hung willy-nilly on the walls, sometimes even partly blocking the shelves, as well as mismatched fabric patterns and a bit of clutter.

In an interview, Ms. Blalock expanded on her advice. “I think to really achieve the look and the lifestyle, someone has to be an avid reader and has to appreciate the act of collecting things, especially art and sculpture,” she said.

Though Ms. Blalock did not originate the term “bookshelf wealth,” her video has spurred plenty of online discussion. “The day I ‘cultivate’ books instead of buying what I like to read is the day I’ll know I’ve truly failed as a human,” one user commented. Others remarked how bookshelf wealth was less about reading and more about regular old wealth.

Breana Newton, a legal coordinator in Princeton, N.J., who posts regularly about books on TikTok, was one of the people who responded to Ms. Blalock’s video. “I am going to show you bookshelf wealth,” Ms. Newton, 33, says in a video of her own. “Ready?”

She then gives viewers a brief tour of her home, showing books everywhere — on shelves, in overflow piles here and there, and strewed across the bed. Absent is the sense that the rooms have been staged, or that the books were bought with the consideration of how they would look on Instagram.

In an interview, Ms. Newton said that she worried trends like bookshelf wealth encourage overconsumption. This year, she added, she is trying not to buy any new books.

Another critic of the trend, Keila Tirado-Leist, said in a reaction video: “Who does it benefit to constantly have to name and qualify and attach wealth to any kind of style or home-décor aesthetic?”

Ms. Tirado-Leist, a lifestyle content creator in Madison, Wis., likened bookshelf wealth to “quiet luxury” and “stealth wealth,” styles that have recently made social media waves.

Still, she was understanding that what drives a home-décor trend like this one is a desire to create a home that feels, well, homey. In another video, she described the idea of layering — that is, slowly acquiring pieces and building up to a finished look, rather than trying to buy a bunch of things all at once in an effort to chase a trend.

“Styling a home takes time,” Ms. Tirado-Leist said.

Another TikTok user put it more bluntly in a response to Ms. Blalock’s video: “Bookshelf wealth does not mean you have books. It means you have built-ins.”

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Phan Around the World (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

2 minutes (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: On the long flight to Australia, Dan gets a tad bit handsy. They sort it out in the bathroom.

Ain't as far as it used to be (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Paris is different than he expected, and Dan can't lose the thing chasing him.

around the world and back again (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Phil looks down into brown eyes, sparkling and giant and ones he’s memorised the shape of.

anniversary (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Vegas to celebrate the end of the US leg of the tour – and their fifteenth anniversary.

Bernie and Phyl (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Phil might have accidentally booked them an extra night at their Boston hotel. He also might have slept through his alarm the next morning. And he also might have sat in some chocolate and managed to ruin his pillow, requiring their already-late departure pause for a quick trip to a certain aptly named furniture store.

Birthdays In Poland (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: The fic where it's dan's 27th birthday while they're on tour and phil makes sure to still go above and beyond for the love of his life.

change (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: Everything is carefully controlled and he wonders why it seems that coming to Australia loosens his self-restraint.

Colour Me Free (ao3) - realeyesrealize

Summary: Over the next few days Dan draws and redraws a tiny triangle on his bicep every morning with a sharpie, because he’s never been one to take decisions lightly, because he’s still afraid of commitment but the need to have those three lines on his skin is stronger.

Or: queer signaling, a triangle, an earring and Russia.

fallen green leaves (ao3) - hoodiestrings (orphan_account)

Summary: He moves to hug Dan from behind, rests his chin on his shoulder and his palms against the gentle slope of his stomach.

“You are warm,” Phil says. I love you, he means.

( or the one where Dan is in Phil's arms and everything is fine )

french toast, again (ao3) - buskingalbatross

Summary: Dan's ice cream shop dream, sort of. Not really.

Gästvänlighet / Hospitality (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Sweden gives Phil and his soulmate a warm welcome

golden kiwi (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: "Phil turns the corner and spots it on display in a corner of the shop: a large golden kiwi statue. It’s quite possibly the most majestic object he’s ever seen."

(A fic set during Dan and Phil's day off in Auckland during the Terrible Influence Tour.)

Holidays and Other Seismic Activities (ao3) - PyroStormIsBae

Summary: Daniel Howell never really learned how to relax. (Set during their vacation to Turkey)

Knulla, gifta sig, döda (The one where they fuck in IKEA) (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: The American leg of the Terrible Influence Tour was just beginning and what better time to let the builders put the finishing touches on the phouse while they’re away.

For Dan, everything is perfect. Phil is perfect, their life is perfect and it feels like nothing could possibly go wrong.

That is, until they decide to go get dinner at a local IKEA. Dan finds out something that threatens to break his heart and things start to go wrong. Then they go very very right…

Let your balalaika sing (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Russia during the Interactive Introverts tour

liquorice ice cream (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go on a date to the zoo.

(Snapshots of their Swedish zoo date, September 2024. This fic is free from TIT show spoilers!)

Luxury (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: It was early, the dark edging on predawn translucent. The birds were only beginning to chirp. Here, nestled so deep in nature, the Costa Rican jungle all around their treehouse hotel, Dan could feel the hush of morning rising all around him. Phil was still asleep, breaths deep and even. Phil was exhausted--they both were really--but this was something Dan wanted to share with him.

natural. (ao3) - razussy

Summary: tampa, florida. known for plenty of things ranging from busch gardens to outback steakhouse. unlike the amusement park, however, there’s a certain drink phil’s been eyeing since he’s seen promotional advertisements on his nightly youtube sessions.

new zealand during six am (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil wake up early during their first day in new zealand to get some laundry done

Origins of the Phass Inflation Post (Dan and Phil in Greece) (ao3) - EverythingIsAsItWas

Summary: Dan and Phil rarely take vacations just for themselves, vacations in which they make no content, do not work, and simply enjoy each other's company. Going to Greece feels like the perfect opportunity for this, but Phil also thinks it's the perfect opportunity for a video... and Dan likes being a little shit.

Phome is where the heart is (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan and phil go shopping at target while in Seattle for tit. they’re feeling festive for the season and a little sappy bc, well, duh 🧡

photos in portugal (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Mostly, Dan just looks silly and gangly-limbed, his curls dripping with pool water, his foot sticking out, and Phil can’t help but pull his phone out to take a picture.

A fic about their November 2023 Portugal trip.

Piggy Back Rides (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “You know the last time I did this, I ended up in a cast, right?” Phil laughs.

A ficlet about playing and winning.

Stand clear of the closing doors (The next stop is: 28th Street) (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil are in New York on tour and agreed to meet a friend across the city, so having taken lots of trains around the world like the grown adults they are, they get on the subway. Except when the conductor calls out the next stop at 28th Street, they realize they've made a big mistake.

The Hockey Game (ao3) - Jinny12912

Summary: Dan and Phil go see a hockey game while touring through Canada. Dan has too much to drink during the game and needs some help from Phil to make it back home before wetting himself.

the pool noodle fight (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Navigating the emotional aftermath of Phil's near-death experience with the help of, uh, some foam pool toys.

third times the charm (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil doesn't get sick in Japan, Dan worries anyway.

To Love (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: dan, phil, moscow, and the overbearing emotional toll of being in the closet.

Today Is For Us (ao3) - CaibrynM

Summary: Dan and Phil take a day for themselves in between the tour ending, planning for their premiere in Brazil and the upcoming Christmas Holidays. Lots of Fluff and a little smut.

two chai teas (ao3) - twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Chennai, India.

When in Washington (ao3) - dnpangels

Summary: An outsider POV fic about a guy sitting behind Dan and Phil at the University of Washington football game.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Somehow it’s taken Dan until he got to Japan, but here it’s caught up with him, hit him like a freight train. Phil keeps laughing at him, showing him pictures on his phone of Dan’s face softened by it, posture loosened by it.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #travel #travel Masterlist

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brights-place · 11 days ago

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Hiii I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for tresillo from trolls world tour, please ? There's almost no content for him 😭

Sfw and nsfw headcanons please ?

I hope this isn't too much

[Trolls] Tresillo X Reader

Warnings: fluff,, smut

A/N: Tresillo is such a good character and dude reggaton is so fun my friend actually introduced me to it and it was so fun to dance to but ngl my friend was so good dancing to it like OML

Summary: Headcanons for tresillo from trolls world tour, please ? There's almost no content for him. This is quite short my bad

Dating Headcannons

- Tresillo loves your small habit of asking him to dance to random songs you have heard while listening to music together mostly it's reggaton but he loves it - Enjoys dancing with you the most and grins most of the time - Calls you lots of hispanic pet names which he pampers you with while cupping your face or holding your waist - Likes having you to fix his dreads and styling them all the time - PDA in public is common he'd talk to somebody and let his arm wrap around your waist as he continues the conversation, sometimes pecks your cheeks too - Cuddling is common with you two and so is partying the two of you always close Smut Headcannons - Is More dominant in bed then being submissive and is more open to trying things out - Enjoys foreplay with you since it's always fun to tease eachother

- He LOVES how you melt into his arms moaning and whining muttering thank you's as you two try to make eggs - When he overstimulates you he smirks and enjoys how your eyes roll back gripping onto him life your life depends on it

- Tresillo is addicted every time when his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds running up and down the sensitive flaps while you whimper out his name - Likes to press your head into the pillow as you moan and cling to the bedsheets as he praises you for doing so well - After care is easy for him to do as you cuddle together happily

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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#fluff #headcannons #x reader #trolls #trolls band together #trolls 2 #dreamworks trolls #tresillo #tresillo x reader #tresillo trolls #Tresillo trolls x reader

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Not Rated Fics Masterlist (13)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /Part 8 /Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /

Created: May 22nd, 2024

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A New Day-VanillaCottonCandy (ao3) Summary: Haymitch senses Peeta’s apprehension. “I better not. Your screams kept me up so I had a couple bottles of white.” I can smell his breath from my seat against the headboard and pillows, I know he hasn’t touched his liquor collection in at least a day. “Haymitch,” I order in a stern tone, my emotions flying through the roof abruptly. “Hold my daughter.” / Based on the prompt : Haymitch meeting toast baby girl for the first time and suddenly getting wrapped around her little finger Autumn of Discontent-LilyMaid (ao3) Summary: The summer is over and Katniss must decide if clinging to the things she's always wanted are worth giving up the boy she never knew she needed In Any Universe-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: A collection of NON-Panem AU drabbles initially posted to tumblr. Each chapter is a different drabble with the first chapter acting as a table of contents. Ratings vary from K to E, please see chapter 1 for more info. Love Bite-VanillaCottonCandy (ao3) Summary: We need to get this show on the going — quite literally — before anyone notices our absence and comes to find us, before anyone can stop the plan from being executed. “We need to get this done though, before anyone can come stop-“ “Katniss, I’m giving you a hickey, not performing brain surgery.” / Based on prompt : “What about a drabble where they’re on the victory tour “sneaking away to be alone” at a party and somehow the idea of peeta leaving a hickey on katniss’ neck comes up (so that the cameras catch it when they go back out) but it ends up feeling a lot more intimate for both of them?“ Midsummer-LilyMaid (ao3) Summary: Every summer District 12 celebrates Midsummer, and this year Katniss is excited to go Seventeen-VanillaCottonCandy (ao3) Summary: He gives me a tight smile though and it’s the first smile he’s really showed me in weeks, and as he gently pushes the cake into my hands, it strikes me just how much I’ve missed the sight. “Happy birthday, Katniss.” / Missing Moment Set During Catching Fire. Peeta brings a cake for Katniss’ birthday in between training for the Quarter Quell. Telling Old Hunger Games Tales-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: “But then, our only neighbor will be Haymitch!” “Ah, that’ll be nice,” says Peeta, tightening his arms around me. “You and me and Haymitch. Very cozy. Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tales.” A collection of canon compliant drabbles and shorter pieces. Chapter 1 serves as a table of contents with descriptions, ratings, and warnings. Ratings will range from General Audiences to Explicit. The Other Side of the War-LilyMaid (ao3) Summary: I don’t return the next day. Or the day after that. On the fourth day Haymitch, finding me behind a steam pipe, confronts me. “When are you going to see him?” he says. “I don’t know if I can… he hates me,” I say, muffled, my mouth pressed to my knees. “That’s not… Peeta anymore.” My voice sounds small and pitiful. “He’s… confused and angry,” he says. “He doesn’t hate you, not really. He can’t tell the difference between what’s real and the memories the Capitol implanted.” “He does hate me,” I say, stubbornly. “Snow did this to him to hurt me. He wasn’t a rebel, if it weren’t for me… ” Haymitch sighs. “It doesn’t matter why Snow did it. This isn’t about you. The boy’s having trouble telling up from down, you can’t tell him you’ll be back, and then not come. It’s cruel.” you kissed me(just to kiss me)-loungemermaid (ao3) Summary: how Annie snuck up on Finnick

Umbrella Boy-shellapace (ao3) Summary: Modern College AU. Everlark. I’ve never had the time for romance. But I can’t deny that it hurt when dad left us. As I had to step up as the head of the house, I never had the luxury of worrying about my trauma and the opportunity to heal. But college has given me the time, the space, the resources. And I’ve realized I hate my dad. I’ve also realized, after getting asked out after one class last spring and feeling some warmth right in the pit of my tummy, that I don’t completely hate it when guys look at me. When guys are attracted to me. It's nice to feel wanted. Now, looking in the mirror, even I could admit it: I was attractive. I wasn’t pretty. I definitely wasn't beautiful. But like my roommates said, I was hot. And I wanted to hear it from other people.

#nr #not rated masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction

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Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 29: Song and Slumber

Summary:

After a long day touring the different Halloween booths and watching a movie with the Shrouds, Azul, Rielle, and Floyd go with Jamil to Scarabia to rest for the night.

Word Count: 4,015

Notes (more at the end):

For Day 7 of AshenViper Week 2024!

Prompt: Song

"The movie wasn't even THAT scary," Floyd says with a shrug as they continue to walk along the grounds of Ignihyde. "That innkeeper guy kinda reminds me of Jade, though. He'd totally let that Pumpkin Guy roam free, too. In fact, he'd prolly be the one to enchant it in the first place."

"I don't think I'm very fond of horror movies," Rielle says, looking a little queasy.

"Aww, it's okay, Flame Tetra! I'll protect ya!" Floyd wraps his arms around Rielle and snuggles his cheek against his red hair.

Rielle laughs as Floyd insists on continuing to hug him even as they walk. "Well, I'm happy you enjoyed the movie," he gives Floyd a quick kiss on the cheek.

"If anything like the Pumpkin Knight ever tries to get to ya, I'm killin' it first."

"Floyd is a whole horror monster of his own, to be perfectly honest." Jamil jokes. "So I can believe it. What about the movie unsettled you, though?" he asks the prince.

"They did all that hard work, and in the end it was for nothing," Rielle frowns. "What was the point? And I did not care for all that gore either."

"The royal palace is far removed from the dangerous areas underwater," Azul explains to Jamil. "I don't think Rielle has ever even seen a sea creature bigger than he is, so he's not as tough as the rest of us," he teases Rielle.

"Hey!" Rielle complains, but there isn't much bite to it.

"It's kind of a reflection of reality in some ways. Sometimes, things just turn out that way," Jamil attempts to explain. "These stories help us study different what-if scenarios and tap into our fears while we're in a safe environment, so… I'm sure for people like Azul and Floyd, it must've felt like a walk in the park since it's all happening behind a screen compared to their daily lives back at the Coral Sea."

"Our hometown's not THAT scary,” Floyd repeats the sentiment. “It's real boring most of the time," he adds, but he gives Rielle a reassuring squeeze.

"Easy for you to say..." Jamil rolls his eyes.

"Besides, what's so scary about a living plant?" The tall eel then pauses, thinking about something before he leans forward to curiously gaze into Rielle's eyes. "Hey, Flame Tetra... If I got turned into a lil' monster seed when I die, would you plant me?"

"I will," Rielle grins at him, and Floyd gasps happily. "Would you plant me?"

"Obviously!" Floyd looks offended that it’s even a question. "I'd plant you as many times as you want!"

Azul looks at the couple in fond amusement before turning to Jamil. "Are you sure it's alright for all of us to sleep in Scarabia?"

"Of course," Jamil nods. "I think the other dorm members are looking forward to seeing you again. Also, you've got as much access to the showers as you need, whether it's mine or the public ones."

"Oh, thank you," Azul says as they near the Hall of Mirrors. "Where would we be sleeping?"

"At the lounge, if you guys don't mind the open air. We've got carpets and pillows prepared." Jamil glances over at Azul. "How are you feeling? We had a pretty eventful day today. If you feel faint at any point, you can tell me, all right?"

This takes Rielle's attention, and he turns around to give his friend a once-over. "Oh yeah. You haven't been pushing yourself, have you?"

"No, don't worry," Azul shakes his head reassuringly. "How about you, though? Have you been alright?"

"Yes," Rielle smiles. "Floyd has been a good host."

"Heh-heh, of course," Floyd drapes an arm over Rielle. "I'm good at everythin'."

"I'm happy the two of you continue to get along well," Azul says fondly. Then he turns to Jamil. "I don't think I'd mind sleeping in the open air, though I'd never tried it before. Is it normal for Scarabia residents to sleep in the lounge?"

"Sometimes. We mostly do it whenever we're preparing for a big event or crunching up late hours for a test, and Halloween Week's definitely big enough to warrant lounge naps. Do you guys not do the same in your school? Your dorm?" Jamil glances at Floyd for the last one.

"Man, I wish!" Floyd huffs. "It'd be fun to see the guppies squirm if I suggested that. Don't think it's very likely to happen, though."

"We do that back at RSA," Azul nods. "Particularly during exam season or when there are events to prepare for. The committee a few years back had started it; there's a lounge area spacious enough to accommodate many students, and there are fresh pillows and sheets set aside specifically for those nights." He turns to Floyd. "Why do you think it's unlikely for your dorm?"

"They like to keep to themselves there, I dunno," Floyd wrinkles his nose.

"They like to keep to themselves away from the Leech twins as much as they can, more like," Jamil clarifies.

"Oh well…" Floyd shrugs, not bothered in the least. "They'd be boring sleepover buddies anyway, and who needs them when we already got the both of you!" He slings an arm over Azul and Rielle's shoulder. "By the way, we're not tucking in early, right? We should totally do something!”

"Our visitors need a break, Floyd," Jamil sighs. "And with another busy day ahead, you and I could use one, too.”

Floyd clicks his tongue in disappointment.

"We'll keep visiting here, don't worry," Rielle assures Floyd.

"Indeed," Azul adds. "For tonight I think we should all get some rest. You have Halloween duties tomorrow, and Rielle and I have to go back to RSA."

Jamil notices that Rielle falls silent at that and looks away.

After a moment's pause, Floyd rests his chin on top of Rielle's head, embracing him from behind. "Flame Tetra doesn't wanna go back, though. Does he really have to?"

"Yes, we don't have permission to stay here for longer, and we can't just keep calling Headmage Ambrose and telling him we'd postpone our return," Azul looks at Rielle pointedly. "Isn't that right, Rielle?"

"What's yer Headmage gonna do? Drag him back to RSA?" Floyd frowns.

That's when Rielle sighs and pats Floyd's arms. "Azul's right. Future visits wouldn't exactly go well if our Headmage grew upset with us. It's no big deal, and I'll be fine…"

"If you say so," the eel merman mutters. "But if anybody or anything needs squeezin', I'm your guy. Don't care if it's the Headmage or your dad."

Rielle manages a smile. “Thank you, Floyd.”

They exit Ignihyde’s portal and land in the Hall of Mirrors.

A few students are there getting back to their respective dorms; several glances are thrown their way, quick looks at the RSA uniforms before turning away again.

Jamil paid them no heed, knowing that getting seen with Azul would be more beneficial if it was to guarantee no one else was going to make any moves towards him.

They arrive at Scarabia, and after showering and changing into fresh clothes and gathering the beddings, they head to the lounge.

Several of the Scarabia students wave at Azul in greeting and gawk at Floyd and Rielle in shock.

At some point, they run into Orfeo—the one who threw a sandwich at Azul when he first visited—and he freezes at the sight of them.

"Ah! Prefect! And..." He stares at the rest of the group with wide eyes. "Oh, er, I'll get out of your way." He speedwalks away from them.

“Can I help with preparing anything?” Azul asks as the other residents set up their sleeping areas around the lounge.

"You can help place them out,”Jamil gestures over to the other students laying their blankets and pillows down. “In the meantime, I'll get us some extras. Be right back."

"Mister Azul!" Immediately, as soon as Jamil left the room, Gossipmonger and the others swarmed around Azul. "You're really here! Is it true you and the Prefect are dating now?"

"A-Are you friends with er… him as well?" Convo-Hopper nervously gestures at Floyd.

"Who's the redhead?"

“Oh, hello,” Azul greets them. “Floyd and Rielle are my former classmates from middle school, and yes we’re all friends. And, um…” he feels his face warm. He clears his throat. “Yes, Jamil and I are dating now,” he hopes his smile still looks dignified.

A few people from among the crowd squeal.

"About time!" Gossipmonger exclaims, crossing his arms. "Welcome to the Scarabia family, sir!"

"Wow, it looks like you've made quite a name for yourself here. I'm jealous," Rielle pleasantly remarks, before turning to them. "How was Halloween Week for you guys so far?"

"It's busy, but it's been going well," Quicksands replies. "The turnout for this year is massive compared to the last. Guess this is what having a cute cat posing for MagiCam gets you."

"It wasn't the cat, it was the ghosts!"

"But we've always had ghosts and they never attracted the crowd to us!"

As they start bickering and chatting amongst themselves, they resume work in setting their sleeping arrangements.

"Hey, Mister Azul," Quicksands pipe up, an enthusiastic sparkle in his eye. "I hope you know what's gonna happen to you if you ever do anything to hurt our Prefect!"

Azul smiles at the reminder of how protective Jamil’s residents are of him. “Oh, I do. I’ve seen your traps. And for what it’s worth, you have my word that I will never do anything to intentionally hurt Jamil. By the way, what’s your name? I feel a little bad that I’m going to be spending the night here and I still don’t know your names,” he says apologetically.

Quicksands shrugs. "Don't feel bad. The fact that you don't know our names is a conscious choice of ours. Can't be too careful, yanno? With that said... The people around here call me Jem."

“Thank you for trusting me with your name, Jem,” Azul says amiably. “And we appreciate you allowing us into your dorm.”

“Indeed,” Rielle adds. “Especially with how spontaneous our arrival is. Floyd has been telling me how much he’s been wanting to go here—” he turns and sees that the eel merman has walked off and is currently at one of the sleeping areas, poking the pillows and looking at the weaved patterns on the blankets. The resident who had set up the area is standing awkwardly to the side, looking unsure about what to do. “Ah, I better go there and make sure there won't be any trouble,” he smiles sheepishly and goes to Floyd.

Azul smiles in amusement before turning back to Jem. “I’m… admittedly surprised at how supportive you guys are of Jamil and I, considering I’m from RSA.”

"Maybe we would've had a problem but… the Autumn Dance helped smooth some things over," Jem explains. "Besides, you make our Prefect way happier. And nicer in these past few weeks. So who are we to complain? As a piece of friendly advice, keep an eye out on your visits here. We stopped setting them up so much, but there are still a few booby traps left over. Most of them are for intruders from the other dorms, but we've also been having a few wayward guests sneak in these days, too."

Azul frowns. Jamil hadn’t mentioned anything like that. “Wayward guests? For Halloween Week? They’ve been trespassing?”

Jem nods, frowning. "Yeah, some real daredevils who think all of NRC is open for exploration. We can't do much to 'em since they're regular civilians, but…" He shrugs, smiling. "Not our fault if they just happen to sink into some loose patches of sand here and there, no?"

Azul chuckles. “What do you do after those unfortunate accidents, then? How do the trespassers get free?”

"We save them out of the kindness of our hearts, of course!" Jem says with feigned sincerity, placing a hand on his chest. "Anyway, don't you worry about us. We got those kinds of visitors under control here. Now come help me spread out this sheet."

Eventually, the beddings get made, Jamil returns with more blankets and pillows and the night progresses as the boys drink some refreshments and get ready for bed. The Scarabia Prefect watches all of his members settle down and turns off all the lamps before he sits next to Azul, the twinkling night sky their only illumination now.

“Did you know that some of the guests had been trespassing here lately?” Azul quietly tells Jamil in concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

Jamil tenses up beside him in surprise. "This is the first I’m hearing about it. Guests from the Halloween event?"

Azul nods, still looking serious. “Jem told me earlier. I don’t think anyone got harmed, and there doesn’t seem to be any property damage.” His tone is reassuring, but the crease on his forehead tells Jamil that something’s bothering him.|

Jamil feels just as unsettled. "I should probably set a barrier up around Scarabia for the rest of the week if this keeps up. Who knows who could invade our privacy? Worse, who knows what my residents will do to those intruders?"

Azul nods, then lets out a breath. He turns away to look forward, running a hand through his hair. “I’d kept you for too long,” he says quietly so as to not bother the residents who are trying to sleep. “You’ve been away from your dorm for two days because of me. If I had gone back to RSA sooner, you could have known about the trespassers earlier, perhaps even prevented them from getting close in the first place.”

"Whoa, hey," Jamil says, alarmed at the direction the conversation has taken. "None of this is your fault, Azul. I… erm…" He glances around to see if anyone's eavesdropping. "I was the one who wanted you to stay, so if anyone is to blame here, it should be me."

Azul looks at him and gives a small smile. “How about we just blame those trespassers? They’re the real ones at fault here, anyway. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help in dealing with them.”

Relieved, Jamil nods. "We should bring this up to the Halloween Committee tomorrow when they're having their meeting. We'll be able to take real solid measures, then. But anyway, that's something we can deal with in the morning. You really okay with sleeping here? It's not exactly the same level of fancy as your room in RSA."

“Of course, the mats and pillows are comfortable,” Azul says. Then he leans a little closer and lowers his voice, a mischievous smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Though I wouldn’t mind us sleeping in my room next time.”

Jamil shares his amusement. "Guess that'll make us even should that happen." He realizes then that they'll be sleeping as a couple together for the first time and he holds the other's gaze, suddenly feeling shy knowing that a part of him wants to hold him close while another doesn't want to be ogled at by the others so much.

Azul notices his change in expression and furrows his eyebrows. “Are you alright?” he asks in concern. “Was that too forward?”

"No, I'm fine," Jamil mumbles, untangling the braids in his hair. "I was just wondering... Are you okay with this? Sleeping here, in a room filled with strangers?" He notices that Azul’s eyes linger on his braids for a moment before looking away.

“Ah, well…” Azul adjusts his glasses. “You suggested it, and I’m alright with whatever sleeping accommodations you can provide for us, especially since this sleepover was spontaneous. I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Jamil squints at him. "But are you comfortable with it?"

“... Admittedly I think I’ll be more comfortable if there weren’t so many people who could watch us sleep,” Azul smiles sheepishly. “But if you’d prefer to sleep here then I’m alright with it.”

Jamil goes quiet.

Shouldn't their first night sleeping together with their feelings out in the open be special?

He takes a conspiratorial glance around the room, before he whispers: "We can always do this some other time. What say we wait for them all to sleep and then we can head back to my room for the evening?"

A smile curves Azul’s lips. “Sounds good to me. What if some residents of yours decide to pull all-nighters?”

Jamil sucked in a breath between his teeth. "I'll think of something." He didn’t grow up learning how to sneak around and be quiet for nothing.

He starts to lie down, waiting for Azul to do the same.

“Thank you for today,” Azul says softly as he lies down and turns to Jamil. “It was fun to see all the different booths, and be rewarded with candy afterwards,” he adds in amusement.

"I'm glad," Jamil mutters, heart fluttering at the close distance between them. Discreetly, under the covers, his hand takes Azul's. "Today was… nice. I'm happy you stayed, and that you're here now."

"I'm glad to be here," Azul strokes his thumb on the back of Jamil's hand. "I wasn't expecting any of this to happen when I decided to visit you. Needless to say, I'm happy with how things turned out." He smiles softly and holds Jamil's gaze.

"Here's to many more visits for the days to come," Jamil says.

An hour or so passes, time that felt like the blink of an eye as they lay there chatting and chuckling. When he feels certain that everyone around them has quieted down, Jamil slowly sits up and begins to sneakily lead Azul to his room.

"Do we wake up early and sneak back out there before they realize we left?" Azul asks as Jamil closes his bedroom door behind them.

"Let them wonder all they want. We can tell them we went out for an early morning stroll," Jamil shrugs, sitting on the bed before hugging Azul and resting his head on his shoulder, sighing in relief at the comfortable solace washing over them.

Azul's arms wrap around him, pulling him close.

"How are you?" Azul asks as he strokes Jamil's back. "Still feeling well after all the activity today? Your fever doesn't seem to have come back so that's good."

"Never better, though you might be catching it now that I think about it… considering our excursion last night." Jamil’s face warms a little at the memory of them making out in a closet in Octavinelle.

"Ah… Well, it was worth it. And we weren't exactly worried about such things last night."

Jamil chuckles. "No. No, we weren't. And if you get sick, I'll take care of you. I'll see to it that you'll get better again before you know it. More importantly, what about you? What with that whole Dark Mirror business.”

Azul is silent for a moment. "I'm alright. I'm still mostly confused about what the Dark Mirror said, but…" he hugs Jamil tighter. "For now I'm just happy to be with you."

"And you don't gotta worry. Whatever that artifact means, it changes nothing for me, okay?" He retracts away from the embrace and lightly tugs Azul to lie down with him onto the sheets, feeling significantly more relaxed in the privacy of his room. Subsequently, the fatigue easily finds its way into his bones and he yawns. "When do you have to go back again..?"

"Some time tomorrow," Azul says softly, tucking Jamil's hair behind his ear. "But I'll visit again within this week. I'll still be performing, after all."

Ah, right.

"Do I get special boyfriend privileges in knowing what you'll be performing?" Jamil asks. "What's got you keeping it as a secret?"

"I wanted to surprise you," Azul runs his thumb across Jamil's cheekbone before resting his hand on Jamil's waist. "But if you wish to know then I’d be happy to tell you," he says fondly and considers for a moment. "Hmm, are you familiar with the legend of the Opera Ghost?"

Jamil perks up from his drowsiness in interest. "The Opera Ghost? What's that about?"

"There's a legend from the Shaftlands about an opera house that was supposedly haunted," Azul begins. "But the 'ghost' was really just a genius architect and musician. He was able to create hidden doors that allowed him to seemingly disappear. I became interested in the story because it had a lot of musical aspects."

"And you're going to perform as him? Is he known for singing songs?" Jamil asks, trying to picture Azul in such a get-up.

Azul nods. "Despite his fearsome reputation, he was known for having a voice beautiful enough to earn him the nickname 'Angel of Music'. It's quite the high standard to live up to, so I need to catch up on practice. Not that I'm hoping to reach his level, of course. It's just fun to sing the songs from the musical adaptation that they made of it."

"You're going to do just fine," Jamil reassures him. "I already know it. And I'm definitely looking forward to the performance now. Thanks for telling me. I'd like to see that musical someday. I don't know too many. Do you like them?"

"I do," Azul says with a smile. "Sound travels differently underwater and here on land, and I like listening to and creating music, both back at home and here. The music sounds different, but it's still pleasant. I'd love to watch a musical with you someday."

Jamil grins at Azul's enthusiasm. "Any recommendations for a musical newbie like me?"

Azul hums thoughtfully. "What genres of music do you prefer?"

"Hm… I don't have much of a preference, though I do tend to play hip-hop or indie rock whenever I put on some tunes to relax."

"There are several musicals with songs in those genres, usually those set in school or a residential neighborhood. They have upbeat dance numbers as well, which is always so impressive to me."

"That sounds worth looking into," Jamil nods, settling back down onto the pillow. "I'm gonna be holdin' you to that… Um… Would you mind if I fall asleep hugging you, or..?"

The faintest hint of a blush colors Azul's cheeks, and he smiles softly. "Of course I wouldn't mind, darling. I'd like to hug you as well, if that's alright."

Jamil feels himself flush at the endearment and he burrows close enough to Azul’s chest so Azul can't see his flustered look. "Yeah… I don't mind if it's you."

Azul wraps his arms around Jamil.

"Get as much rest as you need," he says softly. "Don't worry about anything else for tonight."

"You too…" Jamil mumbles. Then a thought occurs to him. “Um, is it okay if…” the words die in his throat. His drowsiness is making him more talkative, but apparently not brave enough to actually finish his sentences.

“What is it?” Azul asks softly.

“Can you… sing?” Jamil’s voice is a bit muffled from being so close to Azul. “It’s just that we talked about you performing and I remembered how it’s been a while since I heard you sing and… yeah.”

Azul’s embrace tightens around him affectionately. “Of course.”

Azul hums a few notes before starting, his voice soft and soothing.

Let me see the world with clouds Take me to the world Out where I can push through crowds Take me to the world A world of skies That’s bursting with surprise To open up my eyes for joy Take me to the world that's real Show me how it's done Teach me how to laugh, to feel Move me to the sun Just hold my hand whenever we arrive Take me to a world where I can be alive

Before Jamil could fall asleep entirely from the comfort brought on by Azul’s singing and the warmth of his body against him, he angles his head upwards to press a chaste kiss on Azul's chin, then he snuggles back into position as he feels himself slipping into deep slumber.

Notes:

The song that Azul sings to Jamil is "Take Me to the World" from the musical Evening Primrose~

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