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[unhinged-summer-fun]

dream ballet

Happy Danktober 4th! Today's prompts are Spanking, Scallop, and National Taco Day! Happy Taco Tuesday!

TBAD Polycule: Dave York x Carol York x Marcus Pike x F!Reader (22+)

Summary: You and your lovers share your strange dreams one lovely, lazy morning.

Word Count: 937

Warnings: none. Dave being a horny bastard toward the end.

A/N: Hi my TBAD babes <3 kissing you all on the mouth.

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"There is no possible way that there's an entry on tacos."

"It's possible. There's actually tons of meanings."

"This is wild," Marcus laughed and pulled an arm around you, tugging Carol closer in bed. You lounged with your head in Carol's lap, and she played with your hair idly.

"This website is insane. Tell me more about the tacos. Were you... eating them? Making them, were there too many tacos?"

"Too many tacos? Blasphemy," Carol scoffed.

"I was eating them," Marcus said, taking a breath and refreshing his memory. "We were in the kitchen. On the outside it looked creepy, we were all staring at one another and smiling across a big plate of tacos. Nobody talking, just smiling."

"You're right, that does sound creepy," Carol teased, earning her a visit to Marcus' ticklehands.

"Aw, this is so cute." You sat up and turned to face them. "Tacos signify warmth and comfort, going with the flow and being content with your life. Sharing with others--I'm assuming, since we were all there and not fighting over them--could mean you're a selfless person and a provider for your family."

"That's so sweet! What the hell?" Carol leaned over and reread the entry you were referencing on the dream meanings website. "So random, too. How do the tacos know?"

"Dreams don't always have to make sense," Marcus said, blushing a little and trying to deflect the praise as always. "In fact, dream ballets tend to occur outside the continuity of the production."

"They also were powerful tools of foreshadowing through dance and music."

"Foreshadowing what? Tuesday?"

"Plot."

"Damn, forgot you were a dance captain in high school," Marcus said with a shake of his head. He kissed Carol's cheek. "What'd you dream about last night? Anything weirdly symbolic?"

"...yes."

You looked up at her eagerly, opening another tab on your phone. "There... we were... okay, I can't remember a lot of it. But I do remember I was sitting on the beach with everyone. And suddenly the ground started shaking and we were picked up high in the air, and we were all sitting in the shell of a scallop."

"A scallop?!" you and Marcus said as one.

"Yes! Just the empty shell. It was so strange."

"What happened next?" you implored, typing furiously for anything that could be deciphered.

"The shell stopped rising, and you all looked at me and said this is yours," her voice was oddly monotone. "And then we all vanished. And I woke up."

"... and you say my dream was creepy. We were at least at home in my head."

"Oh, shut it," Carol laughed. "What's it mean, honey? Am I going to kill again?"

"Yes," you said dryly, before your face went all soft and sappy. "Scallops are the symbol of love and beauty. Aphrodite came from a scallop shell. You also like to wear lace a lot, so this tracks. Scallops can imply lace of fancy ornamentation."

"I like dressing nice!" Carol said, mock-defensively.

"Take the compliment, Carol..." Marcus growled, tickling her again. "You're our goddess of love and beauty."

She kissed him to stop him. "Fine. I'm the goddess of love and beauty. Happy?"

"Yes," you and Marcus answered.

"What about you, sweetheart?" he asked, reaching over and playing with your hair like Carol had done before. "Any dream meanings to share with us?"

"I'm six of one, half a dozen of the other," you said with a wave of your hand. "Dave spanked me for my birthday last year and my birthday is in a few days."

"You... you had dreams of getting spanked?" Carol said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"You were right about the foreshadowing," Marcus said with a similar smirk. You felt your face get hot at the very thought of what they may have planned for your birthday.

The front door opened and shut then, followed by a lock sliding home and a familiar sigh. Dave walked in through the door a minute later, sweaty from his run. "Look at you all," he said adoringly when he walked through, putting his running shoes back in the closet as he started to strip for his shower. The three of you watched greedily.

"Do you have dreams, Dave?" Marcus asked.

"Of course."

"Of what? Did you dream last night?"

"Hm, possibly." He wiped his face off with a dry spot on his shirt before tossing it in the hamper. "Why?"

"What happened?"

"Yeah, tell us."

"Was it weird or special?"

He gave you all a strange look, eyes landing on the phone in your hand. "Oh, you can't possibly believe that."

"We don't, it's just funny to look at," you said quickly.

"It called Carol the goddess of love and beauty."

"And it called Marcus happy, and that he loved providing for us."

Dave shrugged, slipping his shorts off. He tended to go commando on his runs, and this morning was no different. Your smiles grew wider, watching the free show. "I guess there's some truth to it. But anyone could have guessed that."

"I dreamed of getting spanked for my birthday."

"Well I'll try and make your dreams come true, then," Dave smirked. "I just dream of fucking you three stupid, all the goddamn time. Comes true every day."

He stepped into the shower, leaving his stunned partners on the bed gaping after where he was standing.

"I'm foreshadowing shower sex," you said, scrambling to your feet.

"That's not how foreshadowing works!" Marcus called, getting up as well.

"She's just making his wishes come true!" Carol laughed, joining the crowd in mobbing Dave in the shower.

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Writing Update, 4/17/20

Trying to get back into the groove here - recovery’s been rougher than I expected but at least part of my brain feels like it might be coming back online, so we’ll see how this goes.  I haven’t done an update post in a long time, so I made myself a new header for it on the premise that sparkly new thing = motivation.  I’m sure that’s not true but it’s worth a try :)

Worked on The Department chapter 35 tonight, which is currently at around 3800 words and will be wrapping up in about another 300.  Might be ready to post on Sunday and settle back into its designated timeslot.  Updates on that one may slip to bi-weekly until it’s finished, or until I finish one of the books I’m working on and can go back to devoting more time to it.  Chief and Greta just made an appointment for the minute Ant leaves town, but first Andy’s gotta survive one more night without being assassinated by his own guardian.

Mapped out the next pairing for Tales From Quarantine.  It’s probably going to be Chem!Tom and Anja :)  Tom is being a bit macabre, and we all know how weirdness makes him horny.

TOM:  Someone will have to find our corpses, eventually.  Unless the whole world goes down, then I guess it'll be aliens.

ANJA:  What?!?

TOM:   Skeletons everywhere, just all laying in bed, watching TV or fucking, waiting for the world to end while it slips quietly into that good night.

ANJA:  WHAT?!?!

I have chunks of Hammer Of The Gods chapters 28 and 29 put together, as well as a good part of the final chapter and some of the epilogue.  Chapter 28 could go up in the next couple of weeks.  Tate’s got Jake’s tuition money and a fierce determination to make sure his selflessness won’t be for nothing.

Jack Montague will be delayed for a little while.  This one takes a really specific mindset to write and I’m just not up to it lately and I refuse to halfass this story, it means too much to me.  Loki and Adam are still sorting wtf is keeping them flying through the portals every five minutes, but it’s pretty likely that Loki’s already figured it out.

ADAM:  You are possibly the dumbest motherfucker I’ve ever had the sorry misfortune to be acquainted with...but it’s been something of a cockassed honor to to die repeatedly with you.

LOKI:  Yeah, I guess now wouldn’t be a good time to tell you your daughter is an interdimensional anomaly that’s going to destroy the gods and the gods in question plan to destroy her first and they’ve sent me to do the job...would it?

UPCOMING BOOKS:

The second book in the Strada Trilogy is about half finished, so...not too terribly long till this one goes out.  Baltho is still an uncontrollable nutcase and oh yeah, his powers are returning...Keene is still cranky and put out about the whole situation and might be catching feels, if he believed in that sort of thing...the other Strada are crossing over and the Messenger has just arrived with a whole bunch of sticky notes to remind him what he’s supposed to tell everybody, but nobody seems willing to follow that whole “don’t shoot the messenger” thing long enough for him to do his job.  The end of the world doesn’t come from a virus, folks...it comes from big guys with wings and really bad attitudes.

Another second book - part 2 of The Carmichael Addendum - is outlined and maybe a quarter written.  The war they were expecting in book one?  Yeah, it came.  Except Kaine is nowhere to be found and Aiden’s name is on the dead list and a rogue slayer is consecrating kills - which is a big no no - and Clarissa’s gotta find the guy before Fitz and his Agents do.  She’s got a pretty good idea who it is though...because sometimes the dead don’t stay dead, and a certain archaeology dropout might be harder to kill than everyone expected.

Eidos and The Fifth King are both coming along nicely.  These will be housed together in one book.  Sexy cyberpunk sci-fi.

Wicklow House is chugging along, I’ve got the entire thing sorted and it’s maybe a quarter written.  It’s ended up being the first of a series.  Huh, imagine that.  Gothic horror romance/mystery.

Chemical Volume Three is nearly finished, this one will go to publishing within a month I think.  I rewrote bits of a few of the Prehistories and polished them up some, and did the same with Penumbraluna.

The McClary Chronicles book four is about half written.  It’ll go out at some point this year, fingers crossed.

The King’s Heart and The Wolf King are waiting their turn - they’ll be partly rewritten and then published, I haven’t decided if they’ll be together or in separate books yet.

Whisper is almost finished being rewritten, then it’ll be released as a novella.

That’s where everything is at the moment.  I’ll try to get back into posting update notices a couple times a week like I used to do.