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tomorrcwz · 9 months

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★ . . . 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘!, 𝐍𝐃𝐕𝟐𝟏

pairing: nyck de vries x schumacher!reader

the second schumacher kid is trolling the paps with her new, still (seemingly) unknown bf

liked by ginaschumacher, sebastianvettel, yourbff and 50

y/nschumacherpriv break from uni never felt better !!

mickschumacher das letzte Bild? Ernsthaft? 🤢 the last picture? you fr y/n?

y/nschumacherpriv sehe kein Problem damit Zwerg ;) don't see a problem with it dwarf

nyckdevries 🖤

liked by y/nschumacherpriv mickschumacher love you too bro y/nschumacherpriv mick u annoying piece if shit, i'm not sharing nycky w u 🗡 mickschumacher he was mine first hoe nyckdevries girls there's enough of me for both of you lilymhe is there really little man? 🧐 nyckdevries oi alex stop using lily's acc for shitting on other people lilymhe NEVER y/nschumacherpriv #cancelalexalbon2023

daily mail — y/n schumacher and boyfriend passionately kissing in the streets of london once again!

at the beginning of july 2023 the middle child of formula one driver michael schumacher and his wife corinna started to tease the public by hanging out with a brunette man, who's yet to identify even through they're openly affectionate.

mick schumacher has shared in an interview with sky that the family already met the boyfriend and couldn't be more happy as he knew him before his sister dated him and trusted him — the youngest schumacher cheekily added that he hoped for the boyfriend to survive his messy loudmouthed sister.

this presented us with an idea: what if y/n is dating another driver? it could be possible as mick mentioned to knowing him first and being close friends.

as long as y/n and her mysterious man won't share their relationship with the public, we have to sit back and wait in anticipation — maybe they'll slip up in the future when trolling the paparazzi.

caption of the story: nyck came back and is still alive 🙏🏻

y/nschumacherpriv ey ich fahre sehr gut sebby :( ey I'm driving very well sebby sebastianvettel klar y/n . . sure y/n y/nschumacherpriv :((

monaco gossip ; EXCLUSIVE — y/n schumacher and boyfriend nyck de vries put on a loved up display as they're on romantic holiday in monaco

y/n schumacher, second daughter of sports couple corinna and michael schumacher, and her boyfriend nyck de vries put on a loved up display as they're on a romantic holiday in monaco, where de vries has lived when he was an active formula one driver.

the 25 years old student went all out with a chill afternoon date, followed by enjoying the sunny weather outside in the streets of monaco, gently kissing each other and holding hands.

schumacher's younger brother mick had shared that he knew his sisters boyfriend before the now cozy looking couple met — which makes sense as mick and nyck both drove for the prema team in formula two years ago. we come to the conclusion, mick had introduced his teammate to his sister and from there romance blossomed.

de vries, gotten dropped by alpha tauri for daniel riccardo, had announced last month to begin studying at the harvard university where his girlfriend also studies by the way!

y/n schumacher and nyck de vries were something we didn't expect but we surely wish them the best.

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nyckdevries snoepje is a bit sad about the fact that the cat and mouse game has finished and our biggest fan dailmail wasnt the one to uncover us. to quote her at our dinner with the friends: they're a bunch of losers. love you snoepje little candy

oscarpiastri dinner was great, y/n should do a cooking class

y/nschumacherpriv thank you my aussie friend, i'd totally do it (you would be my first student) oscarpiastri i dont need cooking classes y/nschumacherpriv they video of rob and you cooking eggs tells me a different story . . . oscarpiastri :(

y/nschumacherpriv i love you hotstuff

nyckdevries 🖤

y/nschumacherpriv you're so hot 🥵

nyckdevries you're hot too aaaaand we could do some hot stuff ;) y/nschumacherpriv gimme ten mins hotstuff charloslestappen NOT THEM BEING HONRY ON MAIN load more comments

midnighcts my eyes ARE blessed. they're HOT, and STUNNING, simply AMAZING, SHOWSTOPPING

alblondos can't decide if i want to be with her, him or both

mickschumacher still can't believe you chose her over me nyck, I thought what we had was enough 😩

y/nschumacherpriv mick, shut up, I won't share him with you, get that in your small brain nyckdevries i'm sorry bro :( mickschumacher its fine, i'm slowly getting over it y/nschumacherpriv wdym with "i'm sorry"?! there's nothing to be sorry abt 😑 nyckdevries . . . y/nschumacherpriv we're done hendrick mickschumacher i have space for you nycky 🥰 ginaschumacher idiots. all of you are idiots

hamiltonslegend the schumacher siblings >>>>>

rina's masterlist ; i really enjoyed writing this and I miss the little man (who's a cm bigger than me but idc he's a smol bean !!)

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one imagine #f1 social media au #formula one social media au #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one instagram au #formula one x reader #formula one fanfiction #nyck de vries x reader #nyck de vries imagine #nyck de vries social media au #nyck de vries

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piratefalls · 6 months

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first list here.

round two i guess. i finally read 30 pages of a real physical book last night. progress? possibly. it felt right that while working on this "nothing's gonna stop us now" started playing. thinking about making this a wednesday thing. still trying to do a mix of new and old fics, even though it's all new to me. and much like alex claremont-diaz, this has been a mouthful. if you want me to tag you in any lists going forward, let me know!

Will You Brie Mine? by chamel

Today, as Henry tells him all about the Manchego, Alex tries his best to listen and not fixate on the mole next to the corner of Henry’s mouth or the way his shoulders strain the seams of his white uniform shirt. It’s not a particularly easy task for him, in all honesty. “Would you care for a sample?” Henry asks, as if Alex has ever said no to him. “I’d love one,” Alex tells him instead of saying I’d like to sample you. (Or, Henry sells cheese and Alex is somehow his best customer. It's not really about the cheese.)

take me out and take me home by coffeecatsme

“Shh.” Alex presses a finger over Henry’s lips. Their corners twitch, as if Henry’s desperately fighting a smile. “This is our house, baby. We gotta make it our own." Soon after Ellen's election, Henry and Alex move into a brownstone in New York. This is a story of how they make it home.

i still love you more than i should say by tkstrand

It’s been three months since Alex started working for Bankston & Shrivastava Associates, and he’s starting to think that his tiny crush on his coworker may not actually be that small. NYU School of Law may have helped him pass the bar, but it certainly didn’t prepare him for everything that is Henry fucking Fox. What makes it worse, though, is that Alex can’t do a fucking thing about it. No matter how much banter they swap, how many times he makes Henry blush in a day, it doesn’t matter. Alex can’t do anything, because Henry already has a boyfriend. Or, where a slight miscommunication leads Alex to believe that David is Henry's boyfriend.

and that's the way i loved you by HypnosTheory

Alex sighs, tilting his head back and sinking low in his chair. “What if I scare him off? He’s got a pretty big thing about commitment-” “He eats the same thing for breakfast and he wears a ring with his own initials every day,” Nora says, lifting her head up just enough to glare at Alex. “He doesn’t have commitment issues, he’s just a slut. Tell him you want him to be your slut. For the love of all that is holy.” -- Alex accidentally fell hopelessly in love with his roommate and fuck buddy Henry. He tries to plan the perfect confession, but when have any of Alex’s plots worked perfectly?

Baby, You're Gonna Lose Your Own Game by affectionatelyrs

Alex thinks he understands why people get stupid, impulsive tattoos like their ex’s name now if the sudden urge to etch the word darling onto his hip in permanent ink is anything to go by. So, yeah, Alex supposes. Henry may still be maddening, but his mouth? His voice? Maybe it was always hot, actually, and the irritation he previously felt was just thinly veiled complete and utter attraction. That would check out. Hate has always been a multifaceted word, after all. - Or, Alex decides that he wants to fuck the British out of Henry while watching him speak at a gala

flatline by rizcriz

Alex gets the call at 7:57am. It’s from an unknown number, so he answers it with an accent on his tongue and laughter in his throat, ready to troll the scammer for all they’re worth. But the voice on the other side of the line is serious, solemn, when she asks, “Is this, I apologize, all I’ve been given are initials, AGCD?” He frowns, turning away from the coffee shop he’d been about to enter. “Who’s asking?” There’s a moment of hesitation on the other end. “There’s been an incident. On the individual's phone, there’s a sticker. It says, if found, return to AGCD, alongside this phone number. Does it sound familiar?” Alex freezes in the middle of the sidewalk. “What kind of incident?” -- Or, Henry's been in an accident.

craigslist cutie (please don't go) by matherine

Here’s the thing. Alex is simultaneously very, very smart and very, very stupid. Nora calls it the Claremont-Diaz Paradox, and every time she does, June sticks out her tongue like she’s about twelve years old, and then Nora makes a comment about what she would rather June be doing with her tongue, and – okay. Off track. Not relevant to Alex’s current predicament, which is perhaps the most damning example of the Claremont-Diaz Paradox. Alex got himself into NYU Law with flying colors and LSAT scores in the 99th percentile, worked his ass off for three years, and graduated with honors and a crippling caffeine addiction. And then, because he is an idiot, he decided to take his JD, his potential, and his mountain of student loans to his brand-new job as a public defender. Unfortunately, being a public defender pays about as much as working at a Hot Topic. Which means that Alex really needs a roommate. Like, pronto. STAT. ASAP. He’s not sure who’s desperate enough to move into the other room in his beautiful, probably-not-bedbug-infested 700 square feet of Hell’s Kitchen, but he really fucking needs to find somebody. Craigslist is a last resort, but it does bring him Henry.

Professional Rivalry by clottedcreamfudge

"Decided to take the afternoon off to bump into pedestrians?" Alex asks as he gets to his feet, brushing off his chinos and pushing his glasses back onto his face where they've started to slide down his nose. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere writing about men in passionate embraces?" Henry regards him coolly over the armful of papers he's managed to retain complete control of, somehow, and Alex notices vaguely that he's got a smudge of ink just below his jaw. "Shouldn't you be taking a 1L lecture in," Henry pauses, looking at his watch, "less than five minutes?" "Fuck," Alex says again. "Fucking shit." Then he turns around and leaves Henry to bump into more people, probably, since that seems to be his only fucking agenda for the day. *** Professor Alex Claremont-Diaz despises Professor Henry Fox, so naturally they get roomed together at a conference. Alex is fine.

take a step, step again by iphigenias

This is not the first time. The first time, Alex left for class early, left Henry in their bed in Brooklyn with a kiss pressed to the exposed skin behind his ear. He didn’t hear from Henry all day. When he got home that night, Henry wasn’t in the kitchen, or on the sofa watching Bake Off, and he didn’t answer when Alex called. He was still lying in bed, and flinched, when Alex reached out to touch him.

mess me up (no one does it better) by extasiswings

Sometimes, Alex gets stuck in his own head. And for twenty-two years he doesn’t think there’s anything to be done other than to just go with it, ride out the frenetic energy until he’s fixed whatever needs fixing, or until the situation is over, whichever comes first. If he can just control everything, it’s fine. He likes being in control, he’s good at it, he’s fine. It’s just how things have always been. Until Henry.

five times henry's competency turned alex on and one time it turned him into a pile of romantic goo by helenblqckthorn

Alex has a fucking thing for competency. A competency kink, if he wants to be crude. And it just so happens that his boyfriend is one of the most competent men in England. Well, Alex, he thinks. You sure know how to pick ‘em.

Keep Most of Your Heart in London by cresswells

Alex thinks he’s prepared – as prepared as he’ll ever be. He’s been waiting for months to do this. He even did his research on the proper etiquette for a British royal engagement – and then promptly ignored it all. AKA: The one with the engagement of the century.

Red, White & Navy Blue by jedusaur

"Fine," says Alex. He clenches his jaw and his fists. "Great. Watch me. I'll bromance the shit out of the motherfucker."

how we rolled up the carpet (so we could dance) by adhoori

Henry shrugs off his suit jacket and tie, looking his usual annoyingly handsome self while Alex stifles a yawn in spite of the amount of caffeine in his system. “You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Henry says, looking all kinds of fond. Alex feels a little ridiculous in his tousled hair, glasses and the ratty NYU sweatshirt, but finds an answering warmth spreading through him anyway as he lets himself be kissed hello. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back into the chair while Henry leans against the desk.

you and me, forevermore by bellamysgriffinprincess

"He pushes up on his toes to kiss Henry, who returns the kiss immediately, greedily, tongue brushing against his in a way that makes Alex's brain short circuit just as much as it did a year ago. A year ago. It still does something to him, stirs something deep inside him that makes his entire body feel like pure mush. It's a memory burned so bright in his mind - cold air, a buzz in his veins, a tree in a quiet garden, fingers gripping his face, soft lips against his. The night his world turned on its axis and shifted toward Henry, altering his path and forever tilting him closer." Or, Alex and Henry on New Year's Eve, one year after their first, and Alex wants it to be special.

All Booked Up by allmylovesatonce

A book tearing up the Bestseller’s List is quickly shoved into Alex’s hands via June and Nora. Despite his resistance, he’s taken in by the book and its whirlwind romance. When Nora insists they all go to a reading with the mysterious author, Alex is drawn in by H. G. Fox, hanging on his every word. When they meet after the signing, it sets him on a path he’d thought was impossible.

Are You Screwing With Me? by railmedaddy

Alex is only downloading Grindr because he’s curious. It doesn’t fucking mean anything, right? And when he answers a call for help from a very hot neighbour – who has no business having a shoulder-to-waist ratio like that – he’s just being friendly. It definitely doesn’t mean that he’s going to discover things about himself that he’d assumed were just passing curiosity. Or, the Grindr meet-cute AU

Yo Te Guiero A Ti by lucy_in_the_sky

“So,” Henry starts again, setting the now empty beer bottle down with a decided thud. “You want to bottom, but are having trouble fingering yourself and making it feel good?” He asks, voice deeper than usual. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” Alex shrugs, still feeling half turned on and half mortified. “And you want my help with fingering yourself?” Henry asks, slightly incredulously. And fucking hell, that’s exactly what he wants, even though he technically only asked for Henry’s advice, not his help actually fingering him. “Would you help me?” Alex breathes out, the question barely a whisper.

We were staying in Paris by hollybibble

Henry wakes up with Alex for the first time in Paris. He's desperately in love but still managing to convince himself he is in control...until Alex calls him 'baby.' Cameo appearance by Henry's leather polo gloves.

Piping and Draping on a Saturday Night by cmere

Dear Alex, Please consider this email confirmation that I am available to help supervise students at the End of Semester Dance on Saturday, December 19th. Do let me know if there is anything I should prepare in advance. I look forward to working with you. Sincerely,Professor Henry Fox, Ph.DHistory Alex doesn't really understand why boring and pretentious Professor Henry Fox volunteers to help out at his students' events every semester, but he needs all the help he can get, so he's just gonna have to put up with him.

don't be surprised, baby (it's just me) by pissedofsandwich

Henry reflects on his relationship with touch over the years.

love dares you, to change our way of caring about ourselves by kapplebougher

Henry has read it all: fairy-tales of princes and their courters, unsung histories of kings and their secret lovers, and he has read all their happy endings. But he is not a prince in a fairy-tale, and he has always thought his own secret love story was likelier to end in tragedy. Perhaps it’s time that changed. (Or, Henry’s POV the morning after The Great Claremont-Diaz Ambush at Kensington Palace)

I'd Cross Oceans by 14hpgirl19

Dating a prince is hard. Dating a prince when you're the son of the President is even harder. Alex is done with barely seeing Henry. When Henry gets sick while in London, Alex decides to take matters into his own hands. (And if he ends up with a fiance at the end of it, even better.)

watch before it ends by indomitablelove

He should be working on this essay so he can spend more time with Henry this weekend. He really, really should be working on this essay. But. But. Henry is going live on Instagram. --- that's it, that's the fic.

you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer

Sharing an apartment with Alex had seemed like a good idea at first. They’re best friends, prices in Brooklyn are absurd, and they had both been in urgent need of residence – it only made sense. Except for the small, tiny, teeny, barely there fact that Henry has been in love with Alex from the first moment he laid eyes on him. And the fact that Alex doesn’t know, and can never find out.

#rwrb #henry x alex #firstprince #first prince #fic rec #rec list #rwrb rec list #i am not as funny as i think i am i apologize

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willboland · 9 days

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A dumb little thing about who i think the f1 boys would main in overwatch based on my own perception of the idiots.

Max - Absolutely the annoying Genji main who spams I need healing but will also get a 5 stack on his own when he's on crit bc he's just that good.

Sergio - Mercy bc he'd just pocket Max all game and heal NO ONE else and get angry messages from the rest of the team about him not healing them. There's two healers for a reason in his eyes.

Carlos - Reinhardt but he's very chaotic and charges in swinging his hammer on his own and then kicks off when he immediately dies.

Charles - He'd play Echo and always flank the enemy healers when they were out of position so the rest of his squad can capitalise on capturing the point.

Lewis - Sombra bc he loves hacking everyone and pissing them off and then just yeeting out of there with his translocator. Absolutely stands invisible next to the enemy team spamming boop

George - He'd be that annoying Lucio that just wall rides everywhere and boops everyone off the side of the map and then do the dj emote he paid 8 quid for.

Lando - Widowmaker for sure. He's got a really good shot on him and would terrorise the poor enemy Mercy and snipe them out of spawn all the time.

Oscar - Junker Queen. Half bc she's an aussie and half bc no one else will play a tank. He only hopped on the game one time with Lando and now he's 400 hours deep.

Daniel - I think he'd like Orisa. He's definitely played a few different tanks bc he hates playing healer and Lando and Max would always hog the dps roles.

Yuki - Definitely DVA. He loves getting play of the game with his DVA bombs that he definitely just yeets into the enemy team and hopes to get a few kills.

Kevin - Torbjorn. He'd run around with his little hammer trolling his team and the enemy team and get no kills himself whilst his turret has 100.

Nico - Moira but a dps Moira. He hates playing healer but its the only role left so he picks the most dps healer and is a nightmare. Gets the most kills on the team and has 800 healing in a 10 minute match.

Esteban - Wrecking ball. He's actually good at him too but will still just swing around a point and keep hitting the enemy team off to stop them contesting.

Pierre - A really REALLY good Tracer. He jumps around everywhere and knows exactly which target to go for and when to back out and use his recall.

Zhou - Life weaver bc he isn't the best at aiming and wants to help the best he can so he plays healer. He's pretty good at prioritising his tank and other healer and lets the dps just do what they usually do.

Valtteri - Symmetra. Definitely spams the sentries outside of spawn so the squishes will just instantly die and the team gets staggered. Actually pretty good and skilled with her.

Lance - Junkrat bc he's annoying af and he loves just standing behind a wall spamming his bombs into the air in the hopes he might kill someone. Would only end up with like 3 kills too.

Fernando - Mauga. Man's a machine and so is Fernando. You know he loves terrorising tf out of the enemy team with his massive machine guns.

Alex - Reaper main through and through. He's really good too which makes it even more annoying bc he can wipe a full team on his own if he really tries. Definitely in a mini war with Max to get the most kills in a game.

Logan - Soldier 76 sorry not sorry. He's not very good at OW and is more of a COD boy so picks the most generic easy to play hero he can.

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thatbanditqueen · 1 year

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The Late Night Dayton Gig

A One Shot Written for the Prompt: Do it again. Please.

From Elvis’ concert performance in Dayton, OH April 7, 1972

Warnings: Drug use implied and being fucked up described. Curse words. Angst. Somehow this is even less smutty than the last one. And I have a “at least one scene” general smut rule for my writing. What has happened to me? I wrote this very quickly and there are many typos.

Summary: Alex is helping her mom close up the family deli in Dayton, OH when they get a last minute rush catering order for a special VIP client.

Word Count: 2,788

Friday, April 7, 1972 5 p.m. Katz Delicatessen

Not far from the University of Dayton Arena

The cool air carried a loose piece of paper and it hit the window next to where Alex sat, startling her as she finished writing out the inventory she had just taken in the deli’s ledger. She stopped to clean her glasses with the hem of her simple, brown floral dress and looked up to see her mother lean against the office door way.

“I’m almost done, Mama, have you boxed up the cake for Ellie’s birthday yet? Think we should do it before or after I take her out?”

Mama sighed, wiping her hands on her dirty apron.

“You have to cancel tonight, tell Ellie we’ll celebrate tomorrow.”

Alex put her glasses back on, frowning.

“What? No, it’s all set, Randy is meeting us for dinner at home, then he got us on the guest list at that new night club down down, The Nitty Gritty. Ellie only turns 21 once. Why would I cancel?”

“Oy, because I just got a call from Stu.”

“Myerwitz?”

“Mhmmm. They have a rush catering order, and the hotel kitchen is already overwhelmed with two weddings and a Christening. And the party is tonight.”

“Tough titties Mama.” Alex stood, slamming the ledger shut. “Not our problem.”

Mama walked over, looking to Alex’s face, her hand on her shoulder.

“Oh babushka, I hate when you talk like that. It’s too much money to turn down. Stu won’t tell me who, but it’s a VIP client, very very VIP. Five thousand dollars.”

Alex’s face dropped. “Well, that should have been the first thing you said, I guess.” She sat down and took out a piece of paper. “How are we gonna prepare that much food in time for a dinner party? And who can I get to work it?” She started making notes on her piece of paper, writing the date at the top, and then “VIP River West Hotel Dinner Party.”

“It’s a late dinner, party, midnight I think. And who else, Sasha? You, Randy and Ellie.”

Alex looked back out the window, reaching up to adjust the messy brown bun at the top of her head. “Ughhh, happy 21st birthday, and by the way, you’ll be spending it working with me and your boyfriend at a dinner party for some schmuck who can’t plan in advance.” She looked at her mother. “Please tell me that part of the five grand was the rush order, it’s not really five thousand dollars worth of food and wait staff?”

“Stu said 100 people, so I told him $50 a head.”

Alex smiled. “Good.”

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“I’m not paying $50 a head, sorry lady, but that’s highway robbery.”

Alex’s eyes narrowed at the chubby, jowl faced bastard in front of her and she whistled at Ellie and Randall to stop plating the deviled eggs and the brisket appetizers.

“Um, that was the agreed upon fee when this booking was made, so unless I get a check for five grand right now, we are taking our food and walking.” Alex tucked her leather notebook under her arm, and smoothed her black, button down blouse before clenching her right hand into a fist. She was about to blow her top if this small, horrible little troll said another word to her that wasn’t yes. Ma’am. Right away.

“Lady, that wasn’t a part of any agreement I made. I’ll do $25 a head, no more. What are you going to do, throw this food away?”

Alex tightened her jaw, squishing up her mouth in contempt as she walked over to the side of the kitchen where food trays sat lined in three enclosed, steel carts, and began returning the food on the counter to them.

“OK, guys, start packing up, I’m done. I’d rather give this food to a homeless shelter than take any money from a two-bit, schister trying to hustle us on a last minute rush order for some mysterious VIP.”

Ellie swallowed a guffaw, grinning in disbelief at her sister, before nodding, and boxing the eggs back up. Randy stirred himself and followed suit.

Joe put his hand on Alex’s shoulder as she closed up a full trolley and moved to push it out of the kitchen area and back through the Presidential Suite.

“Now honey, listen, why don’t we —”

Alex nudged his hand off her shoulder with a scowl, the trolley wheels squeaking out as she began to push it out of the kitchen.

“Don’t you honey me, you snake. We received a phone call at 3:30 pm. That’s seven hours ago, ordering a full buffet dinner for a 100 people, with staff. The type of order I book months in advance. And I was told that if we could swing the rush timeline it would be a sweet five thousand. Now you’re trying to honey me into half of the agreed upon amount?”

Alex stopped at the large double doors at the front of the suite to shake her fist at Joe.

“Fuck you, fuck your VIP boss, and here’s a tip, if you want a woman to know you take her serious in any professional negotiation or discussion, don’t call her honey, ok?” Alex grabbed the door and pulled it open as she looked back at Joe. “Cuz I am not your —”

Just as she rotated to pull the cart into the corridor, Alex found herself lurching into the pale, sweaty, hairy chest of one Elvis Presley, who paused wiping his face with the towel around his neck to catch her by the shoulders as she gasped.

“Whooo there honey, you ok?” His lavender glasses were upside down, and he had been laughing with the group of guys snaking behind him into the hotel corridor.

Alex stepped back, dropping her clip board and then shaking off her stunned reaction to murmur a low “Fuck me baby Jesus,” before knocking heads with the shaggy-haired singer as they both bent down to grab her things.

“Hey now, sugar, we keep meeting like this I reckon people round here ‘ll start to talk.” He smirked, grabbing Alex’s leather bound note book and clipboard, and handing it back to her with a dramatic flair.

She nodded. “Mhmmm, yeah, usually the slight graze of bare skin is quite the scandal here in Dayton, but since your business manager has been trying to fuck me since I walked into this joint twenty minutes ago, I think the newspapers will find that more titillating, don’t you think?”

Just then, Ellie and Randy emerged from the kitchen pushing the other two trolleys, and Alex held the door wide for them as she motioned them in front of her. Ellie’s jaw dropped as she recognized Elvis and tripped on herself as she moved through the door frame.

“Go right along kids, I’m behind you.”

“K Sasha!” Randy called back, as the sound of heavy trolleys moving over the hotel carpet echoed through the hallway.

One of the younger guys stepped forward to hold the door for Alex as she grabbed the her trolley and began to shuffle back wards, only to hit the white gaberdine fabric of Elvis jumpsuit, covered the arm he had swung down to stop her retreat.

“Now, hold on just a goddamn minute, what the hell’s goin’ on? Joe? Is that my food?”

Alex’s lithe body became a battering ram as she jolted into his arm.

“Oh, it’s just a classic failure to communicate scenario. Now,” she banged harder, dislodging his arm as he pulled it back in discomfort. “Thank you, we’ll be out of your hair in just a jiffy.”

Alex stuck a terse smile over her face, and turned to drive the trolley forward while Elvis looked back at Joe, then down at her, with a confused, hurt quizzical expression. Two minutes later, she was pulling her cart into the freight elevator, only to see a long, wide hand grip the edge of the closing door and Elvis pushed his way in.

Alex looked up at him, pushing her glasses up at the bridge of her nose.

“No.”

“Honey, you don’t even know what I’m a gonna say.”

“Ok,” she sighed. “What are you gonna say?”

The elevator started to move down and Alex got a better view of his taut, thick body, emphasized by the low v neck cut of his jumpsuit that pushed up to his shoulders. Blotches of black eyeliner was smudged around his eyes, and Alex fought the urge to lick her thumb and lean up to wipe them away. She blushed as he grinned down at her, and then he fell forward over the top of the trolley toward her, resting his arms across it and then leaning his chin down in a pitiful sideways tilt.

“Don go, please sugar, bring that food back up. Joe’s getting your check ready right now. I told him six.”

Alex put her hand on her hip and quirked her mouth in a frown.

“Don’t do that. I just wanted the amount we had agreed on.” She looked up at the tiled, white lights above her, listening to the faint whir of the machinery lowering them to the bottom of the hotel.

Elvis had some how turned the tables on her, reading her like an open book that would respond to abject vulnerability as he leaned down on to the trolley and looked up at her with needy, pitiful eyes.

“OK, honey you the boss, just don’t let ol’ Joe’s repulsive manners drive you away. We are starving. Got any food in there I could have right now? ‘fore I go shower?”

“Ughhhh. Ok.” Alex shook her head back up at the tiled lights, and looked Elvis in the eyes. The black eyeliner around them made them shine brighter and sparkle in the bright florescent light of the elevator.

“OK, you’ll come back up?” He grinned. "Or, ok Elvis I got something I can put in your mouth right now?”

“Both.” Alex exhaled exasperatedly.

When the elevator doors opened, Ellie and Randy were greeted to the sight of Alex giggling as she held out a mini quiche and Elvis smacked lips open, leaning closer over the metal top of the catering trolley. “Go ‘head, honey, throw it in. I don’t bite.” Then he gnashed his teeth as she put the quiche on his tongue. “Muuuck” he said, mouth full of food.

Alex immediately jerked back, her smile dropping to a serious look as she told the others to follow back upstairs in the next elevator because the gig was back on.

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It was well past 3 a.m. when they got to the van and loaded up the equipment. Alex held Ellie tight in her arms while Randy warmed up the car, squeezing her as she wished her a happy birthday.

“I’m sorry we didn’t celebrate your birthday tonight.” Alex smoothed Ellie’s beautiful blonde hair. At ten years older, she had a perpetual idea of her sister as a little kid, but she wasn’t, she lived with her boyfriend and worked in a daycare. Alex had wanted Ellie to get out of Dayton, have the life she hadn’t been able to pull off. There was still time.

“It’s ok, Sasha, we’ll go out tonight, and it was worth it. I got to meet Elvis, he gave me this diamond ring.” She flashed up a golden band with a square top covered in diamonds and black stones. “And, we made seven thousand dollars -”

“Oy vey, no wonder his manager is tight, I completely sympathize with that man now. Ok, well, we have some extra for drinks tonight then.”

Waving as Randy drove the big van off, Alex went to her car, then kicked her tire as she realized she’d left her notebook upstairs. Standing up straight, she sighed and turned to drag her body back inside and up the elevator. She smiled at the young guy standing at the door of the Presidential suite, and he winked with recognition.

“Hey, um, everybody’s left - it’s just him, in there, and um —”

Alex pushed passed him, rubbing the boy’s arm. “Don’t worry, I just have to grab something quick, in and out.”

The suite was dark and she almost didn’t see the bodies on the living area couch as she quickly darted towards the kitchen.

“Hey, who’s there?”

Alex turned to see Elvis stagger up, a gun in his hand and a blonde reclining below him on the couch.

“Oh, god, fuck, I’m sorry, I left someth—”

Elvis wild demeanor softened as Alex walked closer and a grin radiated over his face. “Oh, it’s you, food honey baby. What wasss ya name….Satch ya, right?”

“Only my family gets to call me that. It’s Alex otherwise.”

“Sho baby, come here Satcha ya, come here! Come hang out…. this is, this is, what’s ya name honey?”

The blonde slurred as she fell back. “Cherrreeeeee.”

Elvis sat down, slipping his derringer into his black boot, and patting the seat next to him. “‘is is Carrie, Carrie baby, like the soong.”

45 minutes ago, as they had began packing up, Elvis had been alert and wide awake, demonstrating karate to his guests. She had smiled over at him in amusement at this and the other eccentricities he had participated in over the course of the night, including singing gospel music and lecturing people on his own interpretations of the bible. Elvis had particularly liked the brisket sliders and potato fingers they had made, and Alex had found him beguilingly charming when he snuck into the back area of the kitchen asking for her to feed them to him because they were so good he couldn’t bear to wait for her to re-plate them.

“Just slip ‘em into the old feedbag right here, darlin’. Hmmm. Ya pretty good with meat, aintcha? MMmhmmm MM!” Alex had shook her head with a playful grin as he flirtatiously sucked the brisket juice off her finger.

Now he was completely the opposite: subdued and lethargic. Alex came to sit by him, and he pulled her onto his lap while she watched the girl next to him fall over, passed out.

“Is she ok?”

Elvis looked at the woman next to him, and then back up at Alex.

“Oh yeaahhhhh, don a worry bout that chick, she jus took a sleeping pill. It’ll help her quiet down. Get closer to God”

Alex raised her eyebrow and shook her head, a knowing pull in her stomach told her this was probably a bad idea, but Elvis’ hands pulled her closer and she followed. She smoothed Elvis dark bangs across his forehead, thne parted her lips to blow some of the more stubborn hair wisps away. He took her hand and kissed it.

“Do it again. Please.”

“What?” Alex steadied her self against his shoulder, watching as his eyelips fluttered open and closed.

“Blow onnnn meEEE… baby, your cool breafff felt gooow…” he muttered, his eye lids became visible heavy and heaver, drooping half way down over his eyes.

Alex stood, pulling him behind her. “Hmmm, let’s get you to bed.”

He followed her as she led him back to the bedroom, his hands gripping her waist. Books and guns were scattered around, and a glass award stood on the top of the dresser. She wondered if he had been presented with something at the concert that night.

“Kneew it. Jus came back cuzz ya wanted ta see me neked…” he chuckled, nuzzling into Alex’s neck as she tried to politely create space between her body and his mouth. She felt the slight heat of attraction to him because Elvis was charming. And handsome. And funny. And totally fucked up. It made her feel as though she was taking advantage of a drunk puppy she had found on the side of the road.

“You got me. It was my plan all along” She pushed him back on to his bed and turned to go, but he grabbed her.

“Stay… stay baby, don’t make me sleep alone.”

Alex looked to the door, and heard the loud snoring came from the living room. At least I know she’s alive.

“What about… your friend out there?”

“Who?”

“Um, Cherry?”

“Oh yeah.” Elvis sat up, and pulled Alex by her waist to him. “You naughty girl, you wanna bring her in to bed too? Like for a three.—” before he could finish, Elvis’ eyes closed, and he fell back on to the bed.

Alex sighed, pulling off his shoes, and putting the gun in his boot over on the dresser. She came back to drag him up further, and straighten him over the pillows. Unfortunately this roused Elvis again, and he grabbed her arm as she tried to unbutton the top of the paisley dress shirt he'd put on after his shower.

“Please baby, please. Don a go.” He kissed the palm of her hand softly, drawing her toward him. Alex nodded.

“Ok. But no funny business.”

Elvis bent his chin in assent, but then his eyes rolled back, followed by his head. Alex took off her shoes and her pants, and curled up on the bed, at first turned inward to watch the man she had grown up seeing in movies and television shows breath slow, labored breaths. At some point she drifted off her self from the exhaustion of the day, stirring slightly when she felt a pair of large hands grasp around her waist and pull her into the warm body behind her.

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Thanks to my co-conspirators

@whositmcwhatsit

@ellie-24

@missmaywemeetagain

@be-my-ally

@vintageshanny

@from-memphis-with-love

#elvis presley fan fiction #wrong prompt game #elvis presley 1972 #elvis on tour era

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thatsonehelofaname · 21 days

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I'm tired of being cryptic and mysterious

Listen up. Here's some updates.

Gods & assorted non-human beings

@god-of-powerpoint I've been married to both Baldur and Nanna since roughly 5 years after they died.

@stop-hammer-time Thjalfi and Roskva's family said some very unsavory things about what "should have happened" to their children and after checking their history in the world of the living, have been sentenced to Nastrond.

@thesebootsaremadeforstomping you've got a very good streak going, keep up the good work.

@the-god-of-this-age a lot of souls here are curious about you, and sometimes confuse our two afterlives. We should set a meeting sometime to help resolve this issue.

@satansfashionconsultant your new line of tail-friendly designs (all profit free, as you instructed) have become very popular with the hulders and trolls here, as well as a few demons that I have employed as interns.

Humans

@thomas-jefferson-jr your mother is very kind, she is currently the head of the Department of Continued Education here.

@magnus-falafelking your mother is also very kind. She recently accidentally befriended a group of Hessian mercenaries after some British officers from the American Revolution were harassing them.

@halfbornhalfdead your mother is also very kind. She teaches classes that explore cultural differences. Your father is not here, but Steinunn says to tell you that your father had no eyes. So that rules out Odin.

@that-hijabi-loki-spawn Ahmad says hi. He thinks you're doing very well, and is proud of you. Your mother isn't here, but I have no doubt she would also be proud of you.

@mallory-keen-to-kill now might be a good time to mention your father went to an otherworld that little is known about. Cheers.

@alex-fierro-pr-nightmare your father is going to die soon, just letting you know.

Basically, most of you have good mothers, Alex and Mallory have terrible fathers, and Halfborn I don't know who your father is.

#magnus chase #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcga #hel mcga

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canirove · 11 months

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Alejandro Garnacho Imagine | one

Author’s note: This is a request from Wattpad. They wanted something with Garnacho where he and the reader are young parents. I know his girlfriend is expecting a boy, but in this case he's a girl's dad 😁 And there are mentions of 💩, you've been warned 😅 I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

Masterlist

"You do it."

"No, you do it."

"I did the last one."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"No, you didn't, Alejandro. Look" I say, showing him my phone.

"What is that?"

"A list of the times you've taken care of it versus the times I've done it. I did the last one, see?"

"I can't believe you are keeping track of the times we change her diaper when she poos" he laughs.

"It's the only way to make sure you don't cheat and run away" I shrug.

"But I can't do it today, I already got changed into my tracksuit. Imagine that there is an explosion! I can't show up at Old Trafford smelling like poo!"

"Sorry" I shrug again.

"What if I cross paths with Sir Alex and I smell like poo? What will he think about me?"

"He's a dad and he knows that you also are a dad, a very new one. Didn't he ask you the other day how it was going?"

"He did, yeah. He was so nice… He even told me I could ask him for advice if I needed it."

"Then if you show up today smelling like poo, he'll understand. Though you can also tell him it's not you, that it comes from City's changing room."

"Woah, so savage" Alejandro laughs.

"Am I wrong, tho?" I smirk. "Anyway, enough talking. It's diaper time."

"Ok, fine. I'll do it" he sighs.

"Thank you" I say, kissing his cheek.

"Let's see what surprise the little one has for us tod… joder!"

"Oh my God" I say, taking a step back.

"It smells like shit!"

"Because it is shit!" I laugh, covering my nose and mouth with my hand.

"What did you feed her today?"

"She's two months old. You know what she ate today."

"Then what did you eat? Something rotten?"

"Idiot" I say, hitting in the arm. "I ate the same thing you did."

"I don't believe you. Look at the colour too, it is so… disgusting."

"Stop complaining and clean it."

"I can't."

"Alejandro, do it. If you keep staring at it while it is there in the open, you will definitely end up with your clothes smelling like poo."

"Ok, ok… I'll do it. Just stay still, ok?" he says to our daughter. "You don't want people to make fun of your papá, do you? No, you don't. Because you are a very good girl. One who definitely has something wrong with her tummy, but a very good girl."

"See, it wasn't that difficult. And look how happy she looks."

"Of course she is happy. I just got rid of a monster. Make you sure you throw it away, I don't want it growing legs and attacking us at night."

"I will, don't worry" I laugh.

"And now, papá is going to kick some Manchester City asses. Yes, he is" he says with a stupid voice, making our daughter do something like a giggle .

"Kicking asses metaphorically."

"Yes, yes. We don't actually kick asses… though sometimes we have to" he whispers, kissing her cheek. "See you after the game, ok?"

"We'll be there" I smile.

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"There they are! The two most beautiful girls in Manchester!" Alejandro says, walking towards us.

"Congratulations on the win and that goal."

"Thank you very much" he says before kissing me. "And how is the little one?"

"She just woke up."

"Just in time" he says, picking her up from the buggy. "Wait, what is that smell?"

"What?"

"That smell. Did she…" he says, lifting her and moving her closer to his face. "No! Again!"

"What?"

"She did it again!"

"No, she didn't!"

"She did!"

"I don't smell anything."

"You are used to the smell. It comes from you after all" he smirks.

"Idiot!" I say, hitting him.

"Hey, careful! I'm holding her!" he says, still smiling.

"She doesn't smell of anything. You are just trolling me."

"Maybe I am" he shrugs. "What are you typing on your phone now?"

"That you are an idiot who just earned himself a whole week of poo duty."

"I what?"

"What you deserve" I grin.

"That's not fair."

"It's already written on the list, there is no coming back now."

"You mother is a rude woman" he says to our daughter.

"And so is your father."

"Maybe that's why we love each other so much" he says, hugging me with his free arm and kissing my head.

"Maybe it is" I smile.

#alejandro garnacho #alejandro garnacho imagine #alejandro garnacho fanfic #alejandro garnacho x reader #football imagine #football fanfic

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hostilemuppet · 13 days

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So the first piece of art of yours that I saw was the comic where two of Bruce’s kids came out has trans to him and Branch tells him he’s a good dad and Bruce said he wishes their parents were supportive of him.

After that I came upon the one where JD decides to pierce his ear. And ends up with a date with a trucker.

And after that it was your first Floyd/Creek comics where Creek thinks he’s tricking Floyd but Floyd his aware and using him to get expensive stuff!!! It was between those three that I started following you.

While your style has changed since those little comics, I’ve always found your art amazing!!! And funny!!!

I keep coming back for more art and comics. I don’t read most of the asks you get so what ever happens on chapter 14 will probably be a complete surprise for me.

I do have a few questions from those first comics, have you ever considered drawing Bruce before he came out has trans? Maybe a little comic flashback of him coming out to his family? Also why was Branch so surprised? Didn’t he know Bruce was trans? And or was he… wait is Branch a he or a she? I forgot to ask before I didn’t understand in the story, if Branch came out has a boy or a girl. What I was going to say was Branch surprised that he wasn’t the only trans in the family?

As for the JD comic, have you ever considered drawing that date JD had with the trucker troll?

Also I think I once saw a Spotify playlist for Fleek with a cover of Floyd eating sushi from Creek’s back? Did I imagine that? Cause I can’t find that art on either of your twitter accounts.

Speaking of Creek’s back, what does he’s tramp stamp look like?

first of all tysm! thats very kind of you 😊 ill go through em point by point:

1- the comic where branch finds out bruce is trans wasnt related to the tdau at all, it was based on actual canon, so that version of branch wasnt intended to be a trans he/him butch he was just a cis dude. branch didnt know bruce was trans bc he wasnt even a year old at the point of the breakup and bruce had been living solely as a man for years, maybe as young as 13? (he wouldve just decided "can you call me a he? and grandma can you start buying me boy clothes at pop troll walmart?" i dont think he wouldve had the resources available to know what transgender even meant at that point) and never ended up telling branch before the breakup bc... well hes like 6 months old. and he doesnt need to know anything about "spruce"s body. and over the years bruce just kinda forgot that branch didnt know, which is why he mentioned it so casually

2- i did actually draw the troll jd had a date with! his name is clyde (although i think calling him clyde S.D. ale would be cute. like clydesdale, and also ale like the alcohol). this art is old atp so maybe ill give him a fresher coat of paint, just like im planning for jds manic pixie dream rock troll girlfriends who hate him

3- i. yes. yes i did draw floyd eating sushi off creeks back and ass before 😭 based off a very good screenshot from captain laserhawk with rayman eating sushi off a cow woman. i drew it twice in fact, with the second being a redraw. here are both of them

i considered redrawing it a third time bc i massively overhauled how i drew trolls but i think if i keep doing it itll stop being funny

4- creeks (NON CANON) tramp stamp, i think would be ocean themed with seashells and waves. maybe ill design creeks tramp stamp today, but again its NOT CANON its not actually a thing in the tdau. unless alex wants it to be

#ask

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xelity · 1 year

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how batfamily members would play stardew valley

if this has been done before, woops

Bruce: does not understand the game at all. he has 0 hearts with everyone because he keeps accidentally giving them garbage as gifts. His farm is burnt down, his crops are trampled, all of his animals are dead. He can only play co-op farms since he doesn’t know how to play on his own. His favorite character is Shane (he thinks he can fix him). His favorite thing to do is follow his kids around to see what they’re doing/making. Also, his farm is always overgrown.

Dick: he’s significantly better than Bruce but he also only plays co-op. He just gets too bored when he plays by himself. He has shared farms with practically everyone, but he mostly plays on his and Barbara’s farm. He likes to spend time playing it with her, and he’ll always make her sweet gifts/structures in the game (i.e., a date night spot for their farmers outside). His favorite character is Elliot, because Elliot also has great hair (he’s a ginger). He likes to go foraging but he’s royally bad at it and always gets lost. The only reason his farm might be organized, is because Barbara gets annoyed when she can’t get through it quickly.

Barbara: she’s a god at the game. She has the farmhouse completely upgraded, she has full hearts with everyone (except Shane and Elliot. She thinks they’re annoying and does not want to associate herself with them). She has the biggest barns and coops, and has her part of the farm entirely organized into different sections with signs and everything. Very pretty overall. Her favorite character is Sebastian because you guys just don’t get him. She likes all of the ‘professions’, but if she’s playing with other people she’ll mostly focus on mining and organizing everything. Her favorite farm is the one she has with Cassandra and Stephanie. They call it the batgirl farm, and no one else is allowed to join.

Jason: he isn’t the greatest but he’s very dedicated. He’ll play co-op with his siblings but he also has a solo farm with over 500 hours on it. He’s obsessed. He puts far too much effort into making his farm look nice, and he has a day-to-day schedule for the game. He gets up and takes care of the farm animals, the crops, and then goes into town to do daily chores. He enjoys it so much that he considers buying a farm in real life, despite Wayne Manor already having a farm. His favorite part of the game is the regular one-day-at-a-time playstyle he can have. He also likes the fishing aspect. His favorite character is Penny, and always romances her to get her away from Pam.

Tim: he doesn’t play the game very often. He’ll play it with his siblings but he almost never takes it seriously, and will always mess around or find a way to make farm life harder for his siblings. He makes his character look nothing like him and incredibly stupid. The only save he behaves on is the one he shares with Damian, because he knows how much effort Damian puts into Stardew. The only part he really likes is the mining, since he usually only plays action games. His favorite character is Sam (no, Sam does NOT remind him of Bernard, why would you suggest that).

Cassandra: she LOVES stardew, but only on co-op. She tried to have a solo farm like Jason does, but she could not stop getting distracted and can’t save up gold for her life. She has a few co-op farms, but her favorite is the one she has with Duke, Jason, and Damian. Her character has the weird duck mask item and she refuses to change it. Her favorite part of the game is the mining and the foraging. She hardly spends any time in town, but her favorite characters are Evelyn and George. She finds old people adorable. They’re the only people she has multiple hearts with. She despises Alex.

Stephanie: she mostly only started playing because everyone else got into it, but she still has a lot of fun. She doesn’t really participate in the actual work, but instead focuses on socializing and annoying people in the town. She likes to mess around and troll people with Tim. She doesn’t have a single solo farm, and strictly plays co-op. Her and Cass have a modded farm with 100+ hours on it. Her favorite character is Haley.

Duke: he's the one that originally introduced everyone to stardew valley, and he loves it even more than Cass does. It's his favorite game. He'll play solo, or co-op, or with mods. He mostly focuses on fishing and farming, but he loves it all. He forces his siblings to play with him all of the time. He tries to make organizers and planners for it, but he always ends up spending his gold on a whim and can never keep track of his stuff. That's why Jason is one of his favorite people to play with, because Jason can always re-find it for him. His favorite characters are Abigail and Sam. He thinks they're cool.

Damian: he's obsessed with the game. he has to be the very best at everything, but ESPECIALLY this. He'll spend hours at a time working on his farm, taking care of the animals, and upgrading his character. He only ever goes into town to buy things from Pierre, but he adores Evelyn, George, and Leah. They're the only people he interacts with. He regularly plays the game with his siblings, but he loves playing with Barbara the most. She has a similar organization set up to him, and it makes it easier for him to communicate how he wants the farm to be. His favorite thing is to go foraging, and also to take care of the farm animals in the mornings.

Alfred: he doesn't actually play the game, but he loves hearing about it. Jason will come over at least once a week just to tell Alfred about what's new on his farm. He says that he spends enough time caring for their actual farm, but everyone theorizes that he secretly plays on their accounts. They've woken up to days worth of progress randomly done on their farms, and have found gifts placed in their chests and houses. His favorite character is Harvey.

Co-op farms they have:

Wayne Farm - Giant farm they coded to fit everyone. Most frequent players are Bruce, Cassandra, Damian, and Dick.

Batgirls Farm - Farm they made just for the various Batgirls. It has Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie only.

Stardew Farm - Cassandra, Duke, Damian, and Jason. It's a farm for those more serious (obsessed) about Stardew.

Artist Farm - Tim and Damian's shared save. Mostly used for art inspiration.

#(my) batfamily #dc #dc comics #batfamily #stardew valley #sv #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #barbara gordon #tim drake #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #image heavy

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gerbiloftriumph · 20 days

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Floating Castle Liveblog (second read)

Turns out I just can't stay away from this book, or stop myself from doing live updates on Goodreads, probably to the irritation of my followers there and to the chagrin of the website itself, which is now overwriting old updates with newer ones, thus, my need to post them all here. For posterity.

And because I love Telgrin just that much.

March 17, 2019 –

page 0

I feel a sad reading funk coming on and the only way I can think to save it is with my boi, the greatest sassy villain ever, Telgrin. Awww yiss (I don't feel the mood for Princess Bride for once, so next step down it is). Feel free to follow along as I keysmash glee about this doofy lame villain and his impractical floating castle (usingthekqreddit's.pdfshackcoughahhhhkkk you didn't hear that from me.)

page 3

It just cracks me up to see a literal castle sailing by in the storm. Alex can pretend all he likes that it’s just a cloud formation—it’s still dang wacky and impractical.

page 8

Graham: Did you see anything weird out there? Alexander: Well, I mean. A literal floating castle, probably? Graham: Yes, that sounds sensible. Carry on. I’m grinning like a fool and I’m not even ten pages in. This book is my flavor of perfect delight, glossy purple prose and all.

page 11

The fact that Telgrin's castle is in a perpetual thundercloud? He's the sort of dude who would, in a modern au, just listen to the rainymood app constantly. I feel it deeeeeeep in my soul. The anticipation of the plot points has me positively grinning and I keep telling myself, "No, slow down and enjoy. The kelpie and troll and frog and tree wizard and all aren't going anywhere. It's okay."

page 14

I want to scoop Graham up in a big hug. He seems like a great person, such a strong king. Showing nothing but peace and respect to everyone, regardless of social status, who comes in talking about that Spooky Castle, and he's completely chill *until* he's alone with Alexander and can finally drop that mask and honestly show his fear. Even if you're unfamiliar with the source material, this is good character detail.

page 17

"A strange castle has intruded upon the peace of Daventry. I think it fair to assume that only a powerful magic could have transported it here." No, Graham, flying castles are perfectly normal things. Like birds. (here comes telgrin the sassmaster i'm so exciiiitedddd)

page 18

"While Graham occupied the throne, what misfortune could long hold sway over Daventry? What evil could prevail?" cough foreshadowing cough cough hack wheeze

page 19

I still believe with my whole heart that this bearded and blustery and large Sir Brian is a reference to Brian Blessed and I don't care what anyone else thinks.

page 21

Heeeeeeere's Telgrin! Struttin' in, debris from the door all in a cloud, swinging that stupid crystal staff in step with his walk, and freaking "pleased by the dumbfounded reaction his appearance had caused." My melodramatic diva. Let's do thiiiiis.

page 22

Graham, furious, demands to know why Telgrin's here. Telgrin flings back his head and cackles: "'Who am I? Why, I am your new neighbor! Have you not seen my castle there in the distance?' The man paused. He seemed to expect Graham to say something then, but the king simply stared at him. This seemed to unnerve the stranger somewhat" because how do you banter in silence? You can't be the sassmaster if no one plays! :3

page 23

Telgrin wouldn't come to the castle to announce himself as Ye Olde Villain until Graham had summoned a full contingent of knights. Telgrin, Sassmaster and Diva, requires a proper audience before strutting around. <3

page 23

"Do you seriously believe that simply declaring yourself king will make you king in truth?" "*Believe* it? I know it. It is a fact. Who can dispute it?" Graham rose slowly from his throne, straightened to his full height. Unblinking, his gaze was fixed upon Telgrin. "*I* can." "You dare defy me?" "I do." A twisted smile tugged briefly at the corners of Telgrin's mouth. "Good. I was rather hoping you would." Sassy.

page 25

Telgrin is so blissed out on his own sassy triumph that we could SO EASILY dropkick him and snap that stupid crystal staff in half and we'd win and the book would be over in a mere 30 pages. I swear, he's not watching his back at all. Alexander, take him out at the knees! ...or, don't. That's fine. We contracted a full novel from Sierra. I get it.

page 32

I want a Valanice book. I want this series to be a quartet instead of a trilogy. I want this so deep in my soul.

page 32

TREE WIZARD. I can't stop grinning; I love tree wizard. He's trying to nod and shrug and he doesn't have shoulders so he can't, because he's a TREE.

page 40

"Telgrin is a stealer of souls." "A stealer of souls? What's that?" Alexander, the name is on the tin. It isn't hard to figure out.

page 41

I know I should stop updating every few pages. I'm spoiling things and probably being annoying but it's been a long weekend and this is Exactly my flavor of comedy: tree wizard is offering Cyril to Alex, since he "'does all those things that I can no longer do for myself. And he is very good at keeping the woodpeckers away.' This did not sound like the sort of help that Alexander was looking for." Be polite, Alex. :3

page 45

Of all the things I remember from reading this book a year ago, Tree Wizard and his Tea is one of my top favorite mental images. Doesn't matter that we're slowly turning into a tree. Tea time is very important and we will Not miss it. There's even fanart of Tree Wizard and his tea on Tumblr, that's how important it is.

page 45

Alexander (paraphrased): "Sooo...do you know how to stop being a tree?" Morowyn: "Oh, yeah, totes figured that out. Could do it whenever I wanted. Kinda has a drawback, though." Alexander: "Yeah? What's that?" Morowyn: "I would immediately die." Alexander: "......yep, that's a drawback."

March 19, 2019

page 57

“Do you know where to look for a soul? Have you ever seen one?” One would assume it’s glowy and vaguely Graham-shaped.

page 64

I can not believe I forgot about this Literal Ringwraith character. It’s...just a Ringwraith. Pure and simple and obvious.

page 74

I did remember the Literal Lembas Bread, though. Fantasy tropes! *jazz hands*

page 78

One of the classic fantasy tropes is doing a long walk from point a to point b. I’ve got to give Mills credit: I don’t think I’ve read any other book that fills its protagonists up with magic bread that induces energetic power-walking before.

page 80

I remember being annoyed by this conversation the first time, but that was before I realized I held a Masterpiece of High Literature in my hands: “Good apple,” Cyril said. “Very good.” “Sweet.” “Mmm.”

page 87

“A rope, some apples,” Cyril said, frowning. “I still don’t see what you’re planning.” It’s called A Sierra Solution, Cyril, and they only make sense half the time, because this game series is haaaaard.

page 90

Kelpie rodeo. In what sensible fantasy novel would this be allowed? None, man. I love this book. [gerbil note: this scene also has fanart, because this book is amazing]

March 19, 2019

page 97

Alexander: Ho there! Sir Ogre! Ogre: /what did you call me/?! At least, that’s how it should go.

[gerbil note again: i did totally steal this very lame joke for captive crown later on and i'm not even sorry about it]

page 100

I didn’t quite realize how dorky this was the first time, but now I’m paying attention I’ve realized: Telgrin has exactly One lone storm cloud that occasionally spits out a lightning bolt, just hovering over the tower. In my head, this looks like a Winnie the Pooh cloud. Is that all the magic he could summon? One tiny cloud? Lame, and yet So On Brand for my sassmaster.

page 107

We've now entered the Road to El Dorado sequence of the book and I'm perfectly content. Barrel scene eheheheheeeee

page 112

Once again, the book stresses, it is but *one* cloud. One very black and lightning filled cloud, but a single cloud, nevertheless, providing all the ambient noise and mood. I find this bizarrely hilarious. It feels like Telgrin's equivalent of keeping his phone on low battery mode so he can keep using the Rainymood app.

page 120

The sassmaster's lair is just the most Extra thing. It's like he read a book on what villains are supposed to do, so he did it. He's got it all: high ceilings that vanish to dark, ludicrous amounts of moldering velvet curtains, "hideously ornate" braziers, and a perfectly silly black throne. Telgrin, pleaaase this is so unnecessary and not remotely sensible. You've copied someone else's homework, and badly. ilu.

page 121

And Alexander refuses to play the game. Telgrin has all these expectations on how this conversation is meant to go, he's basically reciting a script, and Alexander's just like, "Uhhhh....what?" So Telgrin moves on to Cyril, like Cyril will play along properly. I just can't. I love Telgrin to unfeasible levels of nonsense.

page 122

(Incidentally, I'm still kinda salty that Graham's soul isn't in the throne room, wedged in Telgrin's overly-flashy staff. It just feels more right than where he *actually* is.)

page 123

"You are an evil man." "So it has been said." Telgrin shrugged. "Personally I've always found that such abstractions do not apply well to life in the real world. They make matters that are by their very nature complex seem rather too simple, don't you think?" "Evil," Alexander repeated. Telgrin sighed. "I can see that you're really not up to a probing and dispassionate philosophical discussion" Modern AU: he's a Bro

page 125

I'm fairly certain this reference to Alexander having a hard time with stairs is a reference to the older KQ games in which if you misstep, you're going down, and if you're more than a few feet up, you're a dead man and you've got to reload a save. :)

March 21, 2019

page 129

Out of curiosity, I googled a Barikar to see if this was a real fantasy creature, but the only actual result is from the King's Quest Fanwiki to tell me that, yes, Telgrin owns a Barikar. ....nice, I guess.

page 130

By all technical and decent writing standards, this book is probably awful. Er. I mean, awfully great. High literature, deffo. But it *feels* like a King's Quest game. Every new place is described with just enough detail that you can so easily picture it in those stark, retro early gaming colors, or that pixel painting KQ5 style. I super love it.

page 131

The King's Quest fanwiki tells me that Telgrin owns the only Barikar in all of the entire canon of all fantasy, but it doesn't tell me if Telgrin *loves* his Barikar. I hope he does, because no one else possibly could. What a hideous beastie.

page 134

You boys should be ashamed of yourselves, disposing of a barikar. There was only one in ALL of fantasy EVER and now there's none.

page 139

I hate how funny I think it is that Alexander isn't even pulled together enough to answer his own mental questions. "Yes" is not always the correct answer, sir.

page 143

sassmaster diva telgrin's tragic childhood backstory-----OH WAIT NO IT'S NOT TRAGIC HE'S JUST ALWAYS BEEN A PUNK. I love him.

March 27, 2019

page 143

I wonder what Telgrin’s first thought was when he, A Pathetic Scullery Boy (tm) chopped Owen’s head off, presumably with a Vaguely Magical movement because clean-one-chop head removal is hard even with the help of gravity, man, and Owen’s head just started swearing at him from the floor. Like. That’s a dang weird mental image.

page 144

He holds his own head under his arm like it’s a football and it cracks me up. It’s meant to be serious and scary, probably, but I just love this headless ghost.

page 146

The most over the top baby monitor ever created

page 152

In fairness, this part is one of the most like the game-version would probably be, and it works the least because Alexander is working from information we don’t have. As a gamer we would have heard all Owen’s instructions and had to replicate them perfectly to avoid nasty game overs. As a reader it would have been repetitive for Owen to tell us, then watch Alex act, but there’s a disconnect now.

page 156

“After allowing himself to wallow in depression for a short while”—like, twenty seconds, if that.

page 180

Sinofas (paraphrased): Sooooo.....about that magic flying leap out of the tallest tower. What was that about? Alexander: We had a pressing need to leave the castle. Sinofas: Ever heard of a *door,* sirrah? (do note that I haven't stopped smiling for like twenty pages; this book's greaaat)

page 181

Alexander, paraphrased: So....you're not...friends with Telgrin, are you? Sinofas: He put his Giant Castle in my front yard and won't move it. What do you think??

page 183

I can't believe Mills feels he has to point out that Alexander makes for one Handsome Frog. A "rather large and handsome frog," indeed. Ffff.

page 183

And, I quote, "Did you speak, Sir Frog?" "That's Prince Frog, to you." Alexander, *please* reign in some of your sass. It's not helping matters.

page 198

I feel like the further this book goes, the stronger Alexander's sass gets. It'll never be Telgrin levels of sass because that man is the Sassmaster Diva, but it's dang good.

page 212

Sassmaster Telgrin *still* can't get anyone to dialogue properly with him. Graham's just as obstinate as Alexander and is really good at One Syllable Responses. My gorgeous royal family.

page 223

"At that moment, her second head . . . appeared to wake. It opened its eyes, blinked, and said, "Hmph. What's happening? Where am I?" "It's all right, dear," the first head said. "Go back to sleep. I'm just going to kill this man here." "Oh, that's all right then." I adore this book in ways I cannot express.

page 225

I'm so glad magic in this world, with this staff, works by wishing. So, basically, Telgrin must have said, "I wish King Graham's soul was mine" and so it was, and "I wish I had a fireball to kill Alexander," and bam. It's like he's making little birthday cake wishes, but Horrible Magic happens instead and it's kinda hilariously great. :3

page 230

Telgrin, through a magical hologram because this book is great: "Oi! There you are!" Alexander, exhausted and annoyed: "Whaddya want, Telgrin?" "What do you think? You've stolen my staff. I want it back." "That's too bad. I'm fairly sure that I don't want to give it to you." Now is not the time to start having a holographic fight. Pull back that sass, kiddos.

April 2, 2019

page 231

"The fact that this book is about the same size and heft as my Nintendo Switch tablet with like a pt 14 font, and the fact that it's still taken me into week three to read it, means I'm nice and deep in this reading slump. This should be a six hour read at *maximum*. Telgrin, take me away.

page 236

Alexander, you can't just order princesses to do what you want with magic. that's so rude.

page 237

To be 100% clear, Alexander, Telgrin learned literally everything he knows from Owen, and we can see how Telgrin turned out. One miiiight assume that Owen himself is not the most Noble of nobility.

page 240

"Alexander looked long upon the poor, filthy, shabby, beheaded, half-crazed man" -- I dunno, Alex, I might have led with the Beheaded part. Just sayin', seems the most important part.

page 248

"Alexander thought that it would be inappropriate to express regrets for the incident, since those regrets would not be deeply felt." Alexander, be polite. Don't start snarking with the villain, now.

page 250

"Lydia, Lydia, don't you understand? A man wants to idealize the woman he is to wed. This becomes extremely difficult *when she keeps bloody carping at him.*" Telgrin's breakdown from Eloquent Bro is the best thing ever.

page 260

Since the fight is taking place off screen, it reads most hilariously, with each combatant yelling, "Oh, yeah, that was okay, but what about THIS" followed by just basically a stream of sound effects. It's like reading an anime battle where they would normally shout out their attack names and I'm so into it.

page 266

Can I also add that I find it Entirely Hysterical that this HUGE FLOATING CASTLE is literally pinned into place? With like, a big bobby pin driven into the ground? And that's *it*? This is so impractical on so many levels, Telgrin.

April 3, 2019

page 267

Alexander actually expected Telgrin to win that fight, hah. Good confidence for the Good Team, I guess (Owen's placement on the Good Team being...sketchy, at best, of course).

page 273

See, Graham, Cyril remembers HIS adventuring rope when he goes off on missions. Take notes; it'll help you out in your 2015 voyage.

page 278

Cyril, you stud muffin.

page 283

"How did you find this?" "I got lost." Bab.

April 16, 2019

page 289

Graham Dying bedscenes are like, a favorite staple of this series, innit? And then KQ9 just had to go and take it allllll the way. Hhhh.

page 292

Come on, come on, someone say "a heart is a heavy burden" at Graham. Make this book perfectly complete. No? Okay, fine.

page 293

"I have much to be thankful for. I have escaped the torments that Telgrin thought to inflict on my spirit. I am in my own body again, in my own home, safe and surrounded by family and friends. But what makes me most grateful is that I am able to look upon your face once again, my dear one. For that is everything." Valanice laughed softly, and said, "Rest. You are delirious, I think." My FAVORITE royal couple hhhhhhh.

April 16, 2019 – Finished Reading

Five stars out of five stars. Again.

#there is at least one more goofy liveblog to look forward to #so look forward to that and that's an order #king's quest #kings quest #king's quest novels #telgrin #king graham

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ladylooch · 1 month

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Whenever you can, could you please write something with Kevin and baby Luca, we have a lot of Timo and Lio as a baby and every time its so precious, I would kill for some Kevin and baby Luca 🥹

The wake boarding boat driven by Alex begins to motor forward. Kevin breathes in deep then focuses his energy into staying upright as the machine rolls forward. The last few summers, he has gotten pretty good. But this summer, Luca is here. Although his 5 month old will never, ever remember this, it matters to Kevin that his son sees him succeeding. It is what drives Kevin on the ice now too.

Kevin is able to maintain his upright posture for significantly longer this round. So long that Alex thinks that is enough of that and purposefully gets Kevin to fall into the water. Kevin yowls as he comes up out of the water, screaming German profanity at Alex as he circles back around to grab Kevin.

“You were doing too good! I had to!” Alex calls with a devilish smile. “You wanna go again?”

“No. I need a break. My thighs are shaking like pre-season.” Kevin jokes.

He grabs the ladder, moving up it soaking wet. Sam hands him his towel, then watches as he works the soft fabric over his hairy legs. Her eyes focus in on where his board shorts have slid up his muscular thighs. They bunch up high, hinting at what Sam wants to touch beneath. If she’s honest, she wants that back in her mouth like it was this morning. She bites her lip then looks away as memories of their morning sex flood her mind.

“I saw that.” Kevin murmurs with a chuckle. Sam shrugs.

Her husband is hot, in peak off-season condition, can’t blame her for being so damn thirsty.

“Look at this sleepy boy.” Kevin murmurs once he is mostly dry. He sits down next to his wife. Luca is resting with his cheek between her breasts, little mouth puffing in soft breaths as his eyes close. Luca loves everything about the boat except the life jacket he has to wear. But once the motor starts trolling through the water, he instantly falls asleep. Kevin carefully scoops Luca out of his mom’s arms, then settles him against his chest. His lips fasten to the top of his head, then he rubs Luca’s small back over his sun protectant shirt. They are under the canopy, and he is slathered in sunscreen, but they can never be too careful with their whole world.

“Kev, want a beer?” Alex asks.

“I’m good.” Sam is still breastfeeding and he wants to be supportive of her in that journey.

The boat patters around the familiar lake Alex and Felicia live on for the next hour. They talk about the massive houses they see. They discuss the upcoming season and how Kevin is feeling going into it. Luca sleeps on Kevin’s chest the whole time. He grips at his dad’s bicep with pudgy fingers, heavy sighing every so often. Kevin’s fingers trail along his back too, dropping kisses to his hair whenever he feels like it. He knows he has to soak up every moment with Luca right now. Soon, the season will start and keep them apart for long stretches. Luca is about to hit so many developmental milestones in the next year. It makes Kevin sad to know he will likely miss some.

When Luca wakes up, Kevin greets him in excited Swiss German. Luca squeals, a huge smile coming out on his chubby cheeks. He kicks his legs wildly, then giggles when Kevin leans down to blow a raspberry on his belly. The adults all laugh at the excitement that bubbles from the baby.

“Woooow!” Kevin suddenly startles, getting a whiff of the bomb their son dropped during his nap. “We need a diaper stat, mama.” Kevin laughs. Sam hands him that and a pack of wipes

“Isn’t that so much better” Kevin murmurs after he is done. He kisses Luca’s cheek, handing him to Sam for a moment. He ties the old diaper up in a disposable, plastic bag from Target, not wanting that stench to radiate over the boat.

“You guys cool if we stop and swim for a bit?” Alex asks. “I’m getting hot.”

They all agree. Alex and the kids jump into the water. Sam and Kevin sit on the swimming platform with Luca while Felicia stays at the front of the boat to read her book. Kevin puts Luca’s feet in the water. He kicks at it, then leans forward, trying to figure out how to play patty cake with the waves. Kevin holds Luca’s balance, and his wrists, then shows him how to pat the water. Droplets his Luca’s face and he startles then begins to cry.

“Oh no!” Kevin exclaims. He turns Luca around to look at him. “You’re okay, baby. I’m here. Won’t let nothing happen to ya.” He puckers his lips, then smiles as he settles his son back between his legs to try again with the water. This time, Luca leans forward and pats at the water himself, like he knows exactly what to do.

“You were made to be a daddy.” Sam compliments Kevin. “You’re so good with him.”

“Most important job I’ll ever have.” He murmurs. Sam leans forward. Kevin turns his face to capture her lips greedily.

“Can Luca come play with us?” Sawyer asks, kicking his feet a bit so he can lean on the swim platform.

“He’s too little.” Sam says. “Maybe next summer!” Serena sighs.

“What can he do?”

“Not much, kiddo. He is a baby. You were pretty useless too at this age.” Alex reminds his impatient daughter.

“Uncle Kev, can we swim together?” Serena asks, patting his knee from her spot in the water. Sam nods to Kevin and takes Luca from him. Kevin dives into the lake, then spends the next fifteen minutes picking Serena up and throwing her farther into the water.

Sam smiles then feels the all too bittersweet longing for time to quicken and slow at the same time.

#letters in your last name au

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ladylamrian · 2 months

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Hii 🥰

I‘m back with some questions 😍

So I was wondering if there are any Halloween traditions your MC / Li loves to celebrate. Whether it’s from their childhood or from their adulthood.

If they have any special Halloween traditions what are they? And how do they celebrate?

The Haunted House

Female Main Character: Alex

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder (Nightbound)

Summary: Alex's first Halloween in New Orleans

Characters: F!MC, Nik Ryder, Cal Lowell, Katherine, Vera Reimonenq and more...

Word Count: 3.1K words

Rating: Teen

Warnings: none

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Author's note: Old Halloween fic rewritten. Sorry @peonierose for taking so long with your request. I find it weird posting it near spring. But your questions get answered in this fanfic regarding Halloween traditions, costumes, etc.

Poll added in the end of the fic. You don't have to read the full fanfic, just cast your vote 🎃

Comments via Reblog wholeheartly welcome

"Tomorrow is Halloween!!", Alex excitedly squeaked.

"So what?"

"So what? You're asking me this, Nik? Tomorrow is Halloween! We're in New Orleans, Nik! We should part'ay!!!! Party time, wohooo!!", Alex got excited and jumped around. But Nik immediatly stopped her by gently grabbing her by the shoulders and trying to turn her attention to him. Both were now facing eachother.

"Look, I love you. I care about you and your happiness, but please don't go outside. Not on Halloween night.", he frowned.

"Oh, why that?"

"It's that night of the year and the only night of the year where supernatural beeings are free. Vampires, werewolves, goblins, trolls and other beeings can stroll around in the city without hiding their identity from humans. No glamour spell needed. You won't be able to identify if the person in front of you is a human in a vampire costume or even a real vampire."

"Oh, that's interesting. I didn't know. So what do you even do on Halloween? I mean, I always dressed up and went on parties with Kristin. And you're never too old for trick-or-treats, right?"

"I hate Halloween...", Nik sneered.

"I know!! I know!! Just like your Birthday, and Christmas, and..."

"No, rook!! It's not that. Sure I'm no festive guy, but Halloween means a lot work for nighthunters. Making sure nobody gets hurt, protect innocent beeings and...", he stopped, but still holding the eye contact with her. He gently took her hand in his.

"What is it, Nik?", Alex asked.

"Look, I can't tell you what you can do and what not. Just don't get in danger, rook. I would die if something happened to you. Please, I already lost so much. You're my everything now."

"I know, Nik. I'll be careful. I promise.", she moved closer towards him. Their lips almost touching as they embrace themselves without breaking their eye-contact to eachother.

"But Nik..."

"Hmm?", he softly stroked her cheek with love.

"Can we both at least dress up? Halloween couple custumes. We'll be the most hottest and scariest couple eveeeerr. I'm sorry, but Kristin spoiled me so much already, so we have to do this. We'll make everyone's mouth fall. Best couple custumes ever!!!!"

"Please nooo...", he moved back and immediately disagreed.

"We could dress up as a royal fae couple since I'm already fae royalty."

"Ehhhh..."

"Orrr superheroes? Oh yes, you'll be be Green Arrow since you own real arrows already and I'll be Black Canary then.

"Cool, cool, but definitly a NO."

Hmmm, do want something more spooky? Oh, oh, oh, new idea!!! We'll be the hottest nighthunter couple ever!!!", she excitedly squeaked.

"Well, dressing up as a nighthunter will be definitly easy for me.", he chuckled and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"So it's done? You and me as nighthunters."

"Well, actually... You can dress up if you want. Wear anything you want, you'll look stunning anyways. I personally don't want to. I'm sorry.", he apologized.

"Hmmmm, it's alright. Don't worry, Nik. I just got a bit overly excited. That's alright, you should feel comfortable and if you don't want to dress up, then that's acceptable. You care about me and I care about you.", her lips slowly curved into a small smile.

"Thanks for understanding, rook."

The next day, in the late afternoon...

"Oooooh, someone's scared of ghosts and monsters. Be careful little children, or else they take your candy away.", a blonde guy with sunglasses laughed at the friends group which was gathered at Garrus's bar, the Graveyard Shift.

"Chance, I think it's enough now. If they don't want to celebrate Halloween then it's their decision.", his friend, Garrett wispered to him to avoid any trouble.

"Oh yeah, everyone in New Orleans loves parties and celebrations. I think they're just afraid..."

"Hey, I like parties!! Plus, I'm not afraid and neither are my friends. I mean, they even saved my life from a..."

"Rookie!", Nik interrupted Alex, who immediatly covered her mouth before she could spill out the secret about the World of Night to Chance and Garrett. It was a world full of magic, supernatural creatures and other paranormal beeings. Vampires, werewolves, witches, zombies, faes, trolls, unicorns, shapeshifters, wizards, goblins and whatsoever.

Humans shouldn't be aware of it, because that would harm the balance of both worlds, the World of Night and the World of Day in which humans live their daily and normal life and are unaware about the other side. And this is the duty of the Nighthunters, to keep both worlds safe from the evil and the World of Night among with all the supernatural beeings hidden from the human eye.

"Your friends saved you from what?", Garrett asked confused.

"Uhhhh, they... they saved me from... a spider?!!", Alex answered embarrased which made Chance laugh again.

She was annoyed at him and wanted to prove him wrong, tell him that her friends are brave, but she cannot tell him all about their dangerous adventures and missions they had. Hunting monsters, killing a bloodwraith, her fae powers, messing around with a whole werewolf pack and Lady Smoke, an assasian leader who can kill someone by touching them with only her bare palms. Even her friends didn't payed attention at Chance's words because they knew that he wasn't aware about the truth and they better let him joke around than expose everything. The World of Night has to stay hidden no matter what!!

"Whatever losers, stay at home while Garrett and I spook around the city tonight on Halloween. Our costumes are going to be the best.", Chance told them while Garrett made an apologetic look on his face.

"Chance, I'm not afraid!!", Katherine argued and balled her hands into fists while Cal and Nik agreed to her.

"Chance, Garrett, you two are tourists in this city and I was born here. Don't take it so easy, you never know..."

"Then why aren't you all joining us for Halloween night if you're not afraid of anything? Ooooh, I have a better idea. I'm challeging you all to spend one night in that haunted house at the end of this road."

"First of all, it's the warehouse where they keep the Mardi Gras floats and second point, it's not haunted. Understood, Chance?", Katherine explained.

"Of course it is."

"No."

"You're all just scared..."

"No, we're not."

"Of course, women are always scared and need a man."

"NO, I'M NOT SCARED!!! Scared isn't even in my vocabulary, Chance and I'm gonna prove it.", Katherine stood up from the bar stool and glared at the boys.

"Yeah, how dare you call us women scared?!! I'm with Katherine.", Vera called and stood up to stand next to her friend, the huntress.

"Seriously man, that was so low. I'm joining to support the girls.", Cal answered and Garrett agreed on his opinion that Chance went a little too far.

"I'm coming with you all too. How can Kristin even like you, Chance?", Alex replied.

"Guess, if you all are going then I have to come too.", Nik rolled his eyes. And with that, everyone accepted the challenge to spend one night in the warehouse of the city. The very same warehouse where the gang tried to kill their enemy and villain, Thomas.

It was in the middle of full moon night and a light fog had settled. Except of the several Mardi Gras floats and creepy carnival decorations, the house looked almost empty inside as Alex, Nik, Vera, Cal and Katherine watched the building. Chance and Garrett came along too, both dressed up as vampires. They were all dressed up for Halloween which was part of the deal Chance made. Cal had a duffel bag hanging across his shoulders which contained warm blankets, food and other important items they might need.

"Hey, we were supposed to dress up for Halloween. Where are your customes?", Alex asked the hunters and Cal.

She and Vera looked like the only ones dressed up. Alex was wearing an armour from the Fae realm which made her almost look like the warrior queen from a fantasy book about dragons, while Vera looked like a beautiful and elegante witch lady. Her black, long gloves matched with the long, black dress she was wearing, she even wore a black cape and a pointed hat with a large, round, flat rim.

"I decided to dress up as Katherine.", Katherine explained and grinned. Cal explained Chance and Garret that his werewolf costume was inside his duffle bag and that he'll wear it later.

"Only children dress up for Halloween.", Nik snorted and decided to get closer to an fallen elevator shaft.

Unpleasant memories hit Alex, she remembered how she and Nik were trying to fight Thomas and at the end, the elevator shaft crashed where Thomas was inside. At that time they thought he died, but he didn't. Alex's thoughts got interrupted as Chance began to explain some rules.

"So you'll spend the whole night in this building and won't leave it or else, you'll lose. If you lose, you're all scared and have to pay our drinks at the Graveyard Shift for a whole month."

"You want the free drinks?", Cal laughed.

"I'm not finished, man. The drinks and the girls! The girls have to hang out with us, right Garrett?"

"Uhhh, you better not..."

"Don't worry Garrett, my friends and I aren't afraid. Chance is gonna lose this bet.", Alex replied with confidence and her friends agreed to her.

"Nice.", Chance grinned and admired the dynamic.

"Hey, don't you dare to look at rookie like this?!!", Nik angrily warned him while Cal began to ball his hands into fists too.

"Woah, I wasn't looking at her. How should you know where I'm looking with the sunglasses I wear?"

"Jeeez, why are you even wearing them at night? Whatever. Now leave, we know the rules. Not leaving the mansion till sunrise.", Katherine explained. And with that, both guys dressed as vampires left the old warehouse and the gang was ready to spend the night inside it. The very same warehouse which held terrible memories for Alex.

After Chance and Garrett left, the five were busy preparing everything for their sleepover in the old building. Spreading their sleeping bags on the floor and eating the tasty food which Cal prepared for everyone.

"Hey, let's do something fun. Afterall, it's our first sleepover party together. Who wants to sing with me?", Vera suggested and turned on some music.

"🎼 Salt on your skin and stars in your eyes. You're close in the darkness and I'm all out of lies..."

"Or how about some spooky ghost stories?", Katherine suggested and turned the music off. Everyone agreed, but Alex was feeling very unsure.

"Hmmm, I don't know. You know what happened last year here and this place is scary enough already at night. It's like the Mardi Gras carnival puppets are watching us.", Alex replied.

"You scared, sweety?"

"What, Katherine? Me and scared? Naaaah, I was just saying. The sooner we sleep, the sooner we can wake up and leave this place.", she nervously laughed to cover her fear which made Nik suspicious.

"Rookie, you can go home if you're..."

"And leave you all here alone?!! No way, Nik!!! Have you seen how Chance laughed at as? Why weren't you saying something to him?"

"Sometimes sayin' nothin' is the best thing you can do, rook. Chance doesn't know about our truth and the supernatural world. I just ignored his trash talk."

"Let's not talk about Mr. Sunglasses. Who wants to hear a spooky story?", Katherine asked the gang again.

BANG!

"What was that?!"

"How should I know? Let's head upstairs and check."

"Maybe it was just the wind."

"Heeyy, who stole my sleeping bag? It was there a few minutes ago.", Cal asked everyone, but no one knew.

"I thought wolves sleep on the floor", Nik chuckled but no one was laughing at his joke. Cal let out an annoyed groan at the hunter, so Nik apologized. "Okay, sorry 'bout that. Cal, it was supposed be a tiny joke to cheer ya' up. But seriously, I swear I have no idea where your sleeping bag is. I'm no tiny child who would hide anyone's things. We're all adults, so I'm askin' everyone now... Who the hell took Cal's sleeping bag?!!"

But no one knew about the sleeping bag. Cal checked in his duffle bag more than twice now just in case if he put it back inside it, but his green sleeping bag was gone. No where to be found while everyone else sleeping bags were spread on the floor.

"No one will hate anyone, just give Cal's sleeping bag back to him and let us forget all this.", Vera suggested but still no clue about the missing item.

"First the scream and now an missing item? I say there's someone or something inside this house too. Let's all look around and find Cal's sleeping bag."

"No Katy, you stay here with the girls. Lemme and Cal check.", Nik suggested and both men went upstairs.

"Hey, I'm coming too.", Alex decided all of a sudden and quickly ran after them before Katherine and Vera could stop her.

"It's too dark. Cal, give me a flashlight!", Nik commanded him as they were wandering in the halls of the old, secluded building. A bright light appeared which lightened their way through the dark.

"Thanks, bro."

"Ummm, that wasn't me."

Surprised, they turned around and found Alex using her fae magic to create a magical light prism which floated over her palm to lighten their path.

"My fae powers are getting better every time I train them and I thought I might help you with this", she proudly explained until a female voice called from behind her.

"Don't run away like this from us, Alex!", Katherine shouted at her as she and Vera were coming from behind, running after her. Cal handed the rest of the group the flashlights from his duffle bag, now that everyone of them are gathered around.

"Hey, what're y'all doin' here?! Haven't I told you to stay downstairs? Oh wait, no one listens to me, right?!!", Nik annoyingly replied to himself and continued with the search, the group close behind him.

Almost 20 minutes have passed when the group was searching for anyone else beeing inside the building, but no sign.

"I think no is in there, we're the only ones here.", Katherine informed and suggested to go back, until a terrifying scream errupted. Vera and Alex quickly hid behind Cal who was the tallest of the group while Nik and Katherine were standing in a fighting stance and ready to face whatever it was. The scream was so load that it was hard to tell from which way it came from, but then total silence appeared.

"What was that?", Vera asked and slowly stepped out behind Cal, followed by Alex. Cal, their werewolf friend sniffed the air. "I... I smell something, guys. It smells familar and also very annoyingly", he claimed.

"So whatever that is, we're definitly not dealin' with ghosts and spirits. I say, let's split up and...", Nik wanzed to suggest until Alex interrupted.

"No Nik, splitting up is always bad, we will stick close together. Don't you watch horror movies??!"

"My life is just like a horror movie.", Katherine wispered to herself and before Nik could say anything else, Alex started searching for something.

"What're you doin'?"

"In horror movies, secret tunnels are always behind shelves and stuff. Maybe there are secret passages since we couldn't find anyone in this building. And besides, Cal could smell that there is definitly someone or something here."

"Rookie, can we not base our decisions on what does and doesn't happen in a horror mov...?"

"I found something, guys!! A secret tunnel, Alex was right!!", Vera shouted before Nik could even complete his own sentence.

After Vera was moving an old painting on the wall, a secret tunnel revealed which took everyone's breath away. Even Nik's while Alex was smugly grinning at him to show him that she was right. There are secret tunnels in this building!!! One by one, everyone climbed inside and was following the path inside the tunnel. Light was appearing at the end of the tunnel, which meant that the gang wasn't alone. Before they could reach the end, Nik suddenly stopped his friends and began to wisper.

"It might be dangerous, so I say that y'all stay here. Lemme check first what's on the other side."

"No need to play the hero, I'm coming with you, Nik. Besides, two are better than one.", Katherine argued and both hunters went deeper inside. It was time to face what lies on the other side, while Alex, Vera and Cal silently watched them go.

"I hope they'll be safe.", Alex hoped.

"Me too.", Cal replied.

"Me three.", Vera joined.

"Ahhhhh!"

After hearing a scream coming from the other side, Alex, Vera and Cal quickly rushed inside to see what's happening. When they entered, they saw Nik and Katherine punching two figures, who were wearing masks to cover their faces. One of them was holding Cal's green sleeping bag.

"You ugly bastard!! How dare ya'? No one messes up with me and my crew.", Nik shouted at one of the figures and continued with punching.

"Hey, stop!! I wanna punch too!!", Alex protested and began delivering a few more punches and even a kick which hurt the most. The masked figure let out a painful cry.

"Stop, please!! I'm sorry!! I give up and you all win. I yield!!", the masked figure answered with a familiar voice.

"That voice? It sounds familiar and somehow annoying. Wait, Chance??"

Alex guessed right, the masked figures were no other than Chance and Garrett who were trying to spook around and scare the group. Chance gave Cal his sleeping bag back after both of them unmasked their faces.

"I told you this was a bad idea, Chance. We shouldn't mess up with others. Guys, we're sorry. You won the bet!!", Garrett declared.

"Dang, these punches hurt. Weren't you all scared at all? What are you all? Agents? Super-humans? Are you working for the army or what?", Chance asked and let out a painful cry.

"That's right, don't mess up with Alex and her awesome friends!! Also, sorry for the kick.", Alex replied and gave everyone a high-five and fist-bump.

"So you two stole Cal's sleeping bag and did that load noise, huh?"

After hearing Katherine's question, Chance and Garrett exchanged uneasy glances.

"What load noise?"

BANG!

"That load noise? That wasn't us. What was that?", Chance nervously asked.

BANG!

BANG! BANG! BANG!!!

"Guess, we have another mystery to solve. Let's find out who else is here.", Nik smirked.

"I'm getting Scooby Doo vibes here.", Alex giggled and everyone accepted to dive into their new mysterious adventure while Chance and Garrett already made their escape.

"Let's get out of here, Garrett. Hurry!"

"I'm coming, Chance!"

#choices #playchoices #choices fanfiction #nightbound #choices nightbound #halloween #mystery #comedy #nik ryder #cal lowell #vera reimonenq #katherine nightbound #flashing gif #tw flickering

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( michael b. jordan, cisman, he/him ) — 🎬 just announced, roman calloway has been cast as luke danes in the upcoming gilmore girls reboot. the thirty eight year old is trending as people are debating if the stacks of filled crossword puzzles, judgemental stares during a deep conversation but very little contribution verbally, an organized sock drawer, cigarette hanging between lips as a coping mechanism, fear of commitment that causes you to run that they are known for is enough to make them as good as original. a quick google search shows that their fans call them grounded, but internet trolls think they’re more pessimistic. i guess their newest interview for variety where they talk about their rise to stardom being all their own and not having previous connections in the industry will let people know them better.

𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲

barney stinson, how i met your mother + damon salvatore, the vampire diaries + flynn rider, tangled + alex karev, grey's anatomy + steven hyde, that 70's show + lip gallagher, shameless + roman roy, succession.

𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

born in long beach, california, the calloway's were well known however not connected to the elite class that both children would soon dive into. parents being high class lawyers, one a defence lawyer and the other focused on family law, the calloways had money, but there wasn't a moment where they would use it to contribute to a potential spoiled nature of their children.

high school was practically a breeze for roman, he was well liked by many individuals and his charm allowed him to grasp hold of anyone he wanted; confident but also willing to keep to himself when necessary, he was someone that many individuals gravitated towards. an enigma in the eyes of many; one second he could be playing beer pong while the next he's at home with a crossword because his social battery was dead.

following in his parents footsteps, roman didn't hesitate to begin his adventures in pre-law upon graduation. freshly eighteen and beginning his first year, he made sure to dedicate himself to his studies. that didn't stop his door from constantly revolving, however, but there was very little interest in a serious relationship, always voicing his needs off the bat to avoid potential dramatics.

graduating top of his class with pre-law, he began his law school adventure at stanford at the age of twenty, able to jump right into the system. however, his twenty first birthday was when everything changed for roman.

spending money left right and center but lying to parents that it was for school supplies, he was soon cut off from speculation that he was using it for partying and women that didn't deserve it (which .. it was, but he will forever take that to his grave). digging through his junk drawer, roman found the cellular number to the agent that approached him the prior year for modelling; at the time, it was laughable, but now roman felt like he needed to make a living.

it wasn't long for roman to become extremely well liked in the industry. with his charm, bright smile and ability to mask the personalities of everyone around him, he was able to crawl his way to the top. it didn't hurt that he managed to have a beautiful woman on his side either; cordelia became someone of comfort, someone he thought would actually convince him to settle down.

the moment of bliss was brief, tabloids taking hold of the new actor's after hour endevours and cordelia finding out about his infedility via headlines. despite his lack of care in the moment, tears were shed when he witnessed the disaster he managed to create. the pair of them having such a deep seeded love that they agreed to couples therapy - years continued where they began to grow again, conversations of marriage even beginning to dangle before them. ring bought, hidden perfectly in their shared home, however the night when he was going to ask ... his fear of commitment got the best of him, and yet another individual was brought into their bed, only to be caught red handed.

although not entirely liked from that point forward, he was still an extremely talented actor and someone that studios wanted. his career skyrocketed, thoughts of his past were long forgotten when viewed on screen and his charm remained his go-to safety net. however, upon arriving to his reboot, his eyes lay on the woman he had truly loved and let go; posing the question if this type of life is truly worth it.

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

grounded : despite what's seen in tabloids and known about his personality, roman can remain grounded in many instances. although seen at many parties and clubs throughout the week, there are months at a time where he will go into hiding and remain in his home with some crosswords and practicing his cooking skills. the lavish life took a toll on his previously cherished ways, and when the realization hits that he's losing himself, he likes to go back to his roots.

pessimistic : always preparing to the worst. roman likes to come up with endless worse case scenarios to avoid getting his hopes up on certain situations. when auditioning, he will lay out what he did wrong and what he could have done better before a phone call is made to give the final vote. this way, he can provide himself less disappointment if he doesn't come out on top, but feel immense happiness and joy when he does.

extroverted : not entirely a social butterfly, but he does love connections. sometimes quiet in nature and other times loud in tone, he craves the company of others no matter what. somtimes enjoying a movie in silence with a friend or even a quiet beer, while other times he wants to meet new people and thrive off the chaotic natures of a nightclub.

manipulative : roman has managed to always manipulate a sitauation to avoid consequences. if it's gaslighting, shifting blame, or bringing up past arguments to make a point; a fear of having to admit he was wrong because deep down he knows he is. many would question if he's narcassistic, however behind closed doors, roman feels every emotion and it's very common for him to break down when no one is watching because of his own actions.

#2000s.intro #𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗔𝗬 ﹐ 𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘕 ⸻⸻⸻ introspection

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Hello! Could you please rec the cherik funniest stories for me? I desperately need a laugh.

Thank you!

And because I don't want to just post angst recs, here's a very long list of my favorite cracky/humorous fics! Enjoy!!!

Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke

Erik's fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.

Erik Lehnsherr's Guide to Parenting by keire_ke

Alex disapproves of school car washes, despite the abundance of wet bikinis on pretty girls. Erik doesn’t approve of his son shirking money-making duties.

Humane Society by smilebackwards

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

Other Life Challenges by professor (series)

“Why am I here again?” Erik groans.

“I need you to lift things and glower at people over my shoulder when I tell people that it’s not ‘politically correct’ or a ‘war on Christmas’ to have a non-denominational winter holiday festival,” says Theresa Pryde.

Well, at least those are two things he’s good at.

Wednesday by Red

Getting confined to a nursing facility for a six-week course of iv antibiotics would have been dreadfully dull, had Charles not found a way to "occupy his time."

In which Erik Lehnsherr, retired nazi hunter, becomes the latest victim of Charles Xavier's charms.

Scenes from the Wild by nekosmuse

Erik Lehnsherr, world renowned wilderness survivalist, alongside his husband, Charles Xavier, survive the perils of the wild in order to bring you, Two Men, One Knife, an award winning reality survival series, available only on the Discovery Channel. Follow Erik and Charles as they travel to the world's most remote locations with only the most basic of supplies. Pitted against nature, this husband-husband team struggle to survive in some of the world's harshest climates while battling the planet's fiercest predators. Can they survive the Canadian North? Find out next season, on Two Men, One Knife

The O(l)dd Couple by winterhill

Futurefic, fixit, fluff. In public, Erik and Charles are immensely powerful and charismatic world leaders. In private, they're a pair of stubborn old men.

Assassination (It's Not For Everyone) by silverdawn89

In which there are guns, mayhem, cold-blooded torture, more guns, explosions, girls (and boys) in leather, even more guns, knives, chess, and just for a change, a fuckload of guns. Or to put it another way: assassin AU!

Timeline by Unforgotten

After Magneto of an X2-ish future succeeds in the unthinkable, Charles sends his consciousness back to 1962 to guide Erik away from the path that will lead to the genocide of the human race forty years hence.

Charles knows that Erik has always loved him, and intends to use this knowledge + sex to seduce Erik away from his ideals in his youth.

There's no way this well-thought-out, sensible, debugged and 100% bulletproof plan can possibly go wrong.

scandal of the century by joshriku

The headline reads:

STEAMY SEX TAPE BETWEEN MAGNETO AND PROFESSOR X LEAKED!

“All right,” Charles says. “I wouldn’t call it steamy, you know, that’s an exaggeration.”

“That is seriously not the point, Professor,” Jean answers.

(A sex tape is leaked. PR crisis ensues).

Bad Guy Saves the Day by ferretbaby

Total crack. How the 'divorce' could have been averted if Azazel and being pregnant worked in your favor. Also Charles is really pissed at Erik's penis.

Salem Center Mass by listerinezero

Erik Lehnsherr is a professional hitman and has no intention of attending his ten year high school reunion. But since he happens to have a kill lined up in the same town at the same time, he decides he may as well stop by. After all, his high school sweetheart, Charles Xavier, might be there. And it's not like he's spent the past ten years pining over Charles. Not at all.

How to Get a Midgardian Boyfriend: a Guide by Charles Odinson by cachinnation

The king of all Asgard had three sons, and of the three Odinsons, one was golden and tempestuous and kingly, and the other two were right headaches. After Charles, Odin stopped bringing children home.

True Story by Unforgotten

In which Charles and Erik meet for the first time at the urinal, and somehow years later end up basically co-parenting Erik's baby daughter.

[A How I Met Your Mother AU featuring Charles as bi!Ted and Erik as gay!Barney.]

Big Gay Mutant Miracle Baby by listerinezero

Erik is under the mistaken impression that Charles is somehow pregnant, and he's so happy that Charles doesn't have the heart to tell him that the bump he's caressing is just a food baby.

surely shifted my way by Traincat

The one where Erik and Charles get engaged, Raven is an x-treme wedding planner and the kids get way too involved. Oh, and there are doves everywhere. Modern slightly!AU, where everyone is together and alive and happy because it's weddingfic and weddingfic is allowed to do that.

Omega Online by miss_aphelion

Newly imprinted Charles is having trouble dealing with his overly protective alpha—so in desperation he seeks advice in an omega chat room. Emma Frost is more than happy to help, Raven isn't helping at all, and Erik can't stand to be out of touch with Charles for more than five minutes at a time.

Kidnappings, Hangovers, and Homecomings by listerinezero

Seven years after Cuba, Erik is miserable. His life is nothing like he expected it would be. He hates the Brotherhood, his subordinates are all idiots, and now, on top of everything else, he's been kidnapped. But when Charles comes to rescue him, Erik starts to think that maybe things might turn out all right for him after all.

We Welcome Our New Sexbot Overlords by professor (series) Robot!Erik falls in love, takes over the world, and keeps Charles in a giant birdcage. And then, it gets complicated.

Grin and Bear It by professor

The one where Erik hates bears, and falls in love with Charles -- who is a werebear. Hijinks and feels ensue.

Oysters and Champagne by listerinezero

Erik is the extremely talented, extremely scary chef at one of the top restaurants in New York, and Charles, the head waiter, is the only person with the balls to stand up to him. Their fights are the stuff of legend, and their argument over the Valentine's Day menu turns into one for the history books.

I thought you already knew by winter_hiems

“Wanda… did our dad… boink Professor X?” Wanda took a sip from her mug of coffee. “Pietro, our dad is still fucking Professor X. I thought you already knew. Literally everyone knows.” - Pietro finds out about his father and Charles Xavier. Apparently everyone else already knew.

drastic measures by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

Erik glowers.

“I can’t believe we’re back to this,” Charles says, like he wants to throw his hands in the air. He’s pouting a little bit. “Years of progress, and we’ve returned to you brooding. Don’t tell me I have to break out the terrible flirting again.”

Erik glowers a little less. “Flirting,” he repeats, bland but also maybe just very, very, very slightly, faintly, vaguely hopeful.

“Oh, yes,” Charles says absently, until something seems to strike him. “Don’t tell me you don’t…” He raises his left hand and brandishes the ring. “We promised ourselves to each other last week.”

Alternatively: Erik's memory is swiped clean of his and Charles's relationship.

One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee

Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

My Barbaric Darling by baehj2915

Erik is revivified caveman. Charles is the anthropologist(?) taking care of him. This is as ridiculous as it sounds. Romcom misunderstandings and prehistoric wooing ensues.

Charles Xavier's Baby by Gerec

Charles Xavier is pregnant. With a baby. Due to a previously unknown secondary mutation.

He might be a little freaked out.

Also, there's a fifty percent chance his ex fathered his baby. And a fifty percent chance the new boyfriend knocked him up.

#gerec rambles #cherik #gerec's fic rec #fic rec #humor #crack #long post #this is not letting me add a read more???#whyyyyyyy

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The Tickle Fight Video (Quackity x Skeppy)

(ft. BadBoyHalo)

Happy Birthday Quackity!!! (December 28th) For your special day, I wrote my longest fic ever! I hope everyone likes it!

Word Count: 2018

Finally Quackity and Skeppy meet up! Both were natural balls of energy and the meet up was sure to be explosive, both fan bases were beyond excited.

Of course they decided to start it all off with a bang; trolling BadBoyHalo. Sort of. There had always been the running joke of Skeppy and BadBoyHalo getting jealous over each other interacting with anyone that isn't them. Then Bad had started calling Quackity "Discount Skeppy" and the two had fake-flirted to make Skeppy rage. Now was the revenge. They were going to do a Q&A video while casually cuddling in bed. Then, Skeppy would film Bad's reaction and cut that into the end of the video.

"And now we...cuddle. Pffft!", Quackity announced and then burst into giggles.

"This is so stupid!", Skeppy laughed.

Eventually they were both trying to hold back their laughter as they climbed on to the bed and laid next to each other. Skeppy made eye contact with the camera sitting on a tripod at the foot of the bed and burst into laughter; laying on his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach, legs kicking. "It's so wrong.", he squeaked.

Quackity took his opportunity to be funny and rolled on his side smirking at Skeppy.

"No, it's so right.", he squeezed Skeppy's side, causing a loud scream to rip from the boy's throat. Quackity cackled as Skeppy shoved him. "Oh my god!", Quackity yelled and grabbed on to Skeppy, shaking him.

"Shut up!", Skeppy giggled hysterically. Quackity sat up and gestured towards the other boy for the camera.

"He's ticklish your honor!", he announced. Skeppy reached up from where he was laying next to him and squeezed Quackity's sides. He squawked and crumpled back into the other. Both laughed chaotically as they fought desperately to get the upper hand. They were basically evenly matched. Within a minute they had both fought to be on top and had both lost the ground again over and over. Eventually Quackity tickled Skeppy's ribcage and ruined that.

"Alex!", Skeppy squeaked out. A string of unintelligible shriek-y words came out and then Skeppy screamed with laughter.

"Let's gooo!!", Quackity yelled as he climbed on top of Skeppy. He held one of his wrists against the side of the bed next to his head and his free hand tickled roughly into Skeppy's ribcage, darting from side to side as Skeppy's free hand desperately tried and failed to fight Quackity off. Skeppy fell into hysterics. His legs kicked violently as he bucked and twisted under his friend. His cheeks burned as he cackled and shrieked.

"Bad is going to die of jealousy when he sees what I'm doing to his little muffin!!", Quackity laughed like a maniac while he tickled Skeppy.

"Fuck off!!!", Skeppy sputtered, twisting his kicking legs into the comforter under them, his crazy laughter nearly blowing the microphone on the camera.

“You’re so loud!”, Quackity laughed as he made a little claw with his hand and rubbed it quickly into just the side of the ribcage he was holding Skeppy’s arm up away from. Skeppy threw his head back and screeched with laughter, tears prickling in his eyes.

Soon, Skeppy stopped trying to shove the attacking boys hands and grabbed his thigh instead, causing Quackity to curl down with a squeal. Skeppy gasped out greedily for air when the tickling paused and wrapped his arms around his friend, tickling into his back quickly. Quackity collapsed entirely on top of him with a loud whine.

"Not there man!!!", he squealed in a high pitch and twisted, his crazed laughter hurting Skeppy's ears as he twisted against him. He was way closer then he meant to be, but his back was horribly ticklish and was barely ever tickled so the feeling was throwing him. Quackity wailed out with laughter as Skeppy took advantage of how weak this spot seemed to make him; rolling the two around and forcing Quackity to face the camera while on his stomach with Skeppy straddling his lower back. "Zak come on!!!", Quackity forced out breathlessly, his red face peeking up at the camera and burning darker, his black hair peeking out from his beanie getting messy and sticking to his face.

Skeppy giggled as he got himself situated on top of his squirmy friend, fixed Quackity's beanie for him, and then tickled quickly into his back. He clawed up and down it and felt at the back of his ribcage and spine. Quackity wailed and screeched with laughter as he tore the comforter and sheets loose and kicked his legs crazily. "¡Joder! ¡Te odio, maldita sea, maldita seaaaa!", he cried out in frantic Spanish between his barks of laughter, causing Skeppy to giggle hysterically.

"No one knows what you're saying!!"

"Fuck youu!", he gasped out painfully. Skeppy hiccuped through his own laughter as he started to rub his elbows carefully against Quackity's back. Quackity's laughter raised two octaves and he shoved his face into the bed to muffle it.

"Eyyy!", he screamed and clawed desperately at the bed. Skeppy quieted down and grinned at the boy, never having heard these noises from his friend before.

"This videos going to pop off dude. We’re popping off!!!", Skeppy yelled excitedly as he mimicked the other boy's signature high-pitched fake British voice, seeming to have forgotten what the video was supposed to be completely. The forgotten-about piece of paper with the Q&A questions quietly slides off the bed and flutters to the floor.

"Mercy!", Quackity cried out and Skeppy slowly let up.

~•~

"Look that's when I found your weak spot!", Quackity laughed loudly as he smacked Skeppy's shoulder a few times, jumping in his seat.

"Oh shut up I got yours like right after!", Skeppy pushed him. The two giggled as they shoved each other back and forth. There was a ton of giddy energy in the air with the excitement of meeting each other in-person for the first time and the adrenaline pumping from the tickle fight. They were currently sat at Quackity’s desk as Skeppy edited the video and both laughed over how ridiculous it was. "What do I even title this?".

"I don't even know.", Quackity's face heated a little as he thought more on how people were going to watch the video. Skeppy eyed him for a moment and then dug a soft clawed hand into his back, causing the boy to squeal and twist in tne chair before shoving him.

"They've heard you laugh before.", Skeppy added quickly.

"This is so different!", Quackity laughed and shook his head. "It's okay though. Post it.", he grins over at the other boy as his arm wraps around his stomach; both boys felt the soft ache from how much they had been laughing. That was actually pretty usual though, they both found each other hilarious when playing video games together.

Skeppy leaned forward to study some volume levels closer before sitting back in his seat.

"I should just title it BadBoyHalo's reaction to me and Quackity's Meet Up.”

"Don't you think putting that we got into a tickle fight in the title will get you more clicks?"

"I can noooot put BadBoyHalo reacting to me and Quackity's Tickle Fight.", he looked at Quackity with his cheeks burning again. Today was just so flustering for the both of them. Skeppy didn't even hide his face. The words made Quackity giggle and the sight of Skeppy's cheeks made him double over in his chair with laughter.

"My stomach.", he whined. Skeppy poked his side to hear another painful cry.

"I kind of want to keep this a secret!"

"Me too!" They both laughed knowing full well this was going to be posted.

They finished the rough edit and decided it was time to call Bad.

~•~

"I don't understand why you want to film my reaction?", Bad questioned suspiciously. "I'm going to watch the video!".

"But, its special!", Skeppy yelled. Quackity laughed and banged the desk a few times. He always thought they were so funny together.

"Gah!", Bad yelled back, his face getting closer to the facecam. Skeppy and Bad did currently live together, but it was easier to film the video this way because Bad would just film through his computer and then send the recording over.

They sent over the video and both hid their little smiles as they watched him over the discord call. Bad clicked play.

Skeppy paused the video and hid his face in his hands.

"Nevermind nevermind!!", he shook his head.

"What!!!", the other two yelled in unison.

"Oh my goodness what is this!!", Bad hollered and unpaused the video. Then Skeppy paused it. Then Bad unpaused it. Then Skeppy paused it.

"Bad!!", he yelled.

"Skeppy what's going on!!", Bad yelled back. Quackity was in stitches next to Skeppy, which really panicked Bad. ‘Oh my goodness, what did they do?’ he thought.

"Skeppy it's fine! You're freaking Bad out! All we did was-hey!", he gasped and almost tumbled out of his chair as Skeppy shoved him.

"Shut up!!!", Skeppy yelled. Quackity pulled away laughing. He wondered how much of this was real. He knew Skeppy and Bad definitely played up every interaction a little more, but he really couldn't tell right now. The whole friend group agreed only the two of them ever really know what's going on between each other.

"Guys!", Bad cried out. "Oh my goodness! Stop being so violent! Can you atleast tell me?", he huffed. Skeppy gave a warning look over to Quackity who put his hands up innocently. "Guys!", Bad yelled again. Skeppy and Quackity couldn't help but smile at each other.

"Alrighty, gotta go now.", Skeppy said and tried to get up, but Quackity grabbed him and pulled him back into a sitting position.

"Skeppy don't you dare leave!", Bad said.

This was seeming more real by the minute to Quackity. He looked between the two.

"It's not that big of a deal.", he assured Bad. "It's really not.", he nudged Skeppy. "We are going to show him and it will be okay. No need to be embarrassed. I mean...you won anyway.", he said with an eye roll.

"Huh?", Bad questioned and Skeppy shook his head.

"Okay.", Skeppy agreed.

They let the video play and Bad watched nervously as the two interacted on the bed.

"Okay so what, you cuddled for the Q&A right? I overhead Skeppy on...the...", Bad slowed down and went quiet as the boys started tickling each other in the video. Skeppy fully put his beet-red face down in his arms on the desk with his legs kicking softly under the chair. Quackity watched with an amused grin, although his cheeks did burn a little from the scene. Watching Bad react was so entertaining, too. He could not read his expression. They all sat dead-quiet for the rest of the video.

"Jeez that was the cutest thing I've ever seen you little muffin heads!", Bad coo'ed, very pleased as the video came to an end. Skeppy peeked up to see his best friend beaming. He sat up with a huff.

"What! Aren't you jealous!", he cried out.

"I mean I guess. I don't really like seeing you in the bed together. I think I'll just have to get Quackity back though.", Bad grinned at his own plan. Quackity's mouth dropped open. Skeppy jumped to his feet and his chair flew back, startling everybody.

"No! You can't have a tickle fight with him Bad are you crazy?!", Skeppy hollered at the screen.

"What! Why not!! So you can, but I can't?!", he yelled back, also jumping out of his chair.

"That's not the point!".

"Oh my goodness! Skeppy!!!”.

‘Ahhh there it is.’, Quackity thought to himself, amused. He looked between his shouting friends and burst out laughing, jumping in his chair and smacking the arms of it.

"You guys are so crazy!".

(Art is by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

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