#i'm still pondering it but i think there are a few root causes

[henrybelly]

honestly when i tried to figure out why some fans are so mad at ivypool these days i was looking through avos and. the scene where ivypool apologises to twigpaw for not supporting sending a patrol for skyclan is genuinely very sweet??

i actually saw someone characterize this as "ivypool forcing twigpaw to forgive her". is it crack you smoke. is that what you smoke. you smoke crack?

[muntitled]

Protecting His Investment

Pairings: The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Summary: No one gets to hurt you except him.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Language, Implied Violence, Age gap, God Complex, Brainwashing, Psychopathy, Murder, Blood, Gore, Codependency, Yandere!Salesman, Stalking, Smut (+18) mdni, Voyeurism, Blood Kink, Sadomasocism, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Choking, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Blood Play, fingering, Massive Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Sadism, Punishments, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Squirting, Overstimulation

A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume.

This can be read as a continuation of this fic but not strictly

“Shouldn't I be blindfolded?"

If it weren't for the silence simmering between you both, in this monotonous taxi drive, he might’ve not heard you at all and perhaps you should have been more careful with your choice of wording but you were feeling a tiny bit reckless this Wednesday afternoon. He hadn't ever offered to personally fetch you from campus, and you felt incredibly juvenile when you spotted him standing there like a dad, in his grown-up suit while his briefcase hung in his hands in front of him. You'd almost convinced yourself that you were imagining things. That somehow your obsession with the man who kidnaps you every Wednesday to fulfill all his messed up fantasies was truly taking a toll on your mental health.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, he was real. And he had come to pick you up and you were feeling awfully giddy as he ushered you both into a taxi while a few of your peers stood and stared.

By now he would've blindfolded you. Keeping you completely clueless to the location he brings you to every Wednesday. See, your Salesman had myriad deep rooted issues. Mania. Sociopathy. Sadism. But the issue that irked you the very most was his inability to trust. Before you know it, you're pouting up a storm as you ask him. "Why aren't we using the blindfold today?"

He slowly removes his gaze from the window, where he had been pondering like the old man he is. He quirks up an eyebrow, letting the intensity of his attention wash completely over you.

"Would you like to be blindfolded?" He asks playfully. His eyes are sparkling with amusement and his lips are quirked up like it usually is when he's being sardonic. Still, you remain cautious as you lean forward. You send one quick glance to the taxi driver, wondering if you were being led in some kind of hearse on the road to your death.

"A-Are you going to kill me?" For the first time, cold, white fear ices the warm blood rushing through your veins. Come to think of it, he did seem far chirpier than usual. Perhaps that should have been your first warning. The flags were blood red but you were wearing rose-tinted glasses.

He only snickers before placing a heavy hand on your head, patting it down.

He doesn't answer you for the duration of the taxi drive, causing you to slip more and more into your thoughts of morbidity and despair. Why else wouldn't he blindfold you if not to end your life once you got there? It seemed dreadfully logical and so on-brand for him. He'd get bored of you sooner or later and then he'd dispose of you. There'd be no need to blindfold you any longer while he took you to his place because you'd soon become a corpse and-

"Doll." The voice cuts through the chatter filling your brain. All at once, the car has stopped, and warm air rushes into the interior as he holds the door open for you. "Get out of the nice man's car." He jests politely, quickly prompting you to unbuckle your seatbelt and scramble out of the taxi.

The second you're out he walks ahead of you. The building that comes into focus before you have your brows crinkling.

You quickly catch up to him, gazing up at his monotonous face. "Why are we here? You never come to my house."

He doesn't respond as you both walk into the foyer. He walks briskly and powerfully, like a man on the move while you send a small wave to the security manning the front desk. You both enter an empty elevator and he presses a button without you ever having to tell him which floor.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

He lowers his gaze to you, one eyebrow quirked up.

"You only die when you disappoint me and as of late," he stares directly ahead, "You haven't disappointed me."

The elevator dings and he steps out. You follow him like a puppy without a leash. "In fact I'd say your work ethic as of late has been-" he blows out a long sigh as he makes it your apartment door- recalling all the weeks you two have spent together in vivid kaleidoscopic images. All the pain you let him inflict on you and pleasure he'd offer as a reward.

"-nothing short of stellar. I'm proud of you." He punches in the code to your apartment and you both enter. The curtains are drawn shut because your roommate hates sunlight. You preferred it but there was no communicating with something like her.

He kicks off his shoes at the door.

"What are we doing here?" You ask nervously, "My roommate will be back soon and she isn't very nice."

"We won't be playing at my place today." He says finally meeting your wild and nervous eyes. He seems so lax and so in control. "We'll be playing here."

"B-But my roommate."

"Is that why you were crying?" His gaze keeps you rooted to the floors, unable to move even if you wanted to, "Because of your roommate?"

"Crying? I wasn't crying-"

"Back at the university," he says, casually removing a microscopic piece of lint from his grey blazer, "Your head was beant and you looked up at me with bloodshot eyes." His eyes shine with amusement as he says, "Usually with our sessions, the crying only comes later on." Then he quirks his head and asks, "What happened?" There's a bang somewhere in the apartment and your head snaps forward. Your eyes scan over the adjoining living room and kitchen but he seems unfazed.

"It's stupid-" you shake your head, "Like who even still gets bullied in uni?"

You laugh pitifully, leaning against the nearest wall. He stands tall before you. A brick wall.

"Your roommate's threatening to kick you out of this apartment to move her boyfriend in?" He asks before adding, "Again."

Your head snaps up to him, "H-How-"

In that moment, he turns rather robotically, making his way deeper into your home. It's clean. Thank God.

"You don't realize how chatty you get when you're about to orgasm." He says before stopping right outside your closed bedroom door.

"My roommate- she... decided last night that- well- she would really like her boyfriend to live here instead-"

"Without consulting you first?" He clarifies, staring blankly ahead at the door, listening very attentively.

"Y-Yes without consulting me." You bring your hand to the doorknob, on your way to open it but he stops you with an iron grip around your wrist. You wince.

“Continue talking.” He says and you do.

"This morning they both kinda sprung on me that they'd like to be living here now. She went behind my back and already placed the deposit down our landlord, well," you clear your throat. "I might be homeless soon." You laugh but then swallow very thickly as the gravity of the situation falls onto your shoulders.

"And still you decided to have our sessions today?"

"If you'll have me," you nod.

"Remarkable." He replies. "Well I've never been very fond of my things or my toys getting dirty." He begins mysteriously as he places his hand directly over yours on the doorknob.

"Pardon?"

"I can't have my favorite toy living out on the street. Who knows what kind of animals would try to rape you or drug you or fucking stick their slimey dicks inside you-" he turns the doorknob, clicking your room open.

You're not even sure when this started happening. These 'private sessions' with your Salesman that quickly bled into something much more concerning. Before you knew it, he was seeping into your brain, polluting you with obsession. There had never ever been anyone else involved.

"What the hell did you do?" You ask, slowly entering your room to find two chairs placed directly in front of your bed. As soon as you enter, you hear the blood curdling, muffled screams being ripped from the throat of the two people strapped to those chairs.

"I'm protecting my investment," Says your Salesman as he pushes the door closed behind you.

Your feet feel like lead as you watch them and their panic-stricken eyes. There in front of you, they sit opposite one another, both with a haggard countenance and tears streaming down their cheeks.

At the sight of you, your roommate screams something horrid but it's muffled by the gag placed in her mouth, a gag the shape of a dog bone.

He's there too. The boyfriend. He's not as loud or as frantic as she is but he's significantly startled. His eyes are wild and vacant. The same gag.

"Oh my god-" you begin but he cuts in front of you, making his way to the couple seated across from each other.

"We're all gonna play a game- a quick one," He says, "Can't play for too long because I've been dying to get inside you since I saw those pretty little bloodshot eyes."

"Sir- I"

If you knew his name you might've screamed it in this moment. 'Sir' is your only point of reference to address the manic man in front of you.

This isn't right.

Right?

You're so confused, you barely register than you've thought out loud. It hits you as he slowly shrugs his blazer off.

"What isn't right is them thinking they can rape this apartment from underneath you." He says, folding it and placing it meticulously over your desk.

"I- have neighbors!?" You begin but he has a plan for that too.

"I had your room soundproofed since our first session." You're pushed into even more confusion.

"WHAT!? When did you even-"

"While you were at school-" he says before uncovering a handgun from his briefcase. A handgun and a silencer.

"Point is, Doll, I'm going to need you to play a game for me, ok?"

"DOLL!?" Comes your roommates' mortified and muffled cries.

"I need you to make one tiny decision for me." He says, screwing on the silencer onto the barrel of the revolver. It strikes you then that even when the mask is off, and the worst workings of his personality are on display for all to gaze upon, you still find him breathtakingly attractive.

"If-" tears burn the back of your throat, "If this room is soundproof why-why do you need a silencer?"

"I'm nothing if not a cautious man, you know this." Then his expression turns very grave and very dark as he says. "Don't you?"

“Yes, Sir,” you reply almost automatically. Like your need to respond to him- to please him, greatly overpowered your moral compass. “You're extremely cautious.”

Your roommate releases a shrill noise from the very back of her throat, her eyes pleading with the humanity she desperately tries to find in yours.

“Out of these two, he's my least favourite,” Your Salesman says, standing beside you. Eyes wild as he points his gun to the boyfriend's head.

“But this isn't about me,” he turns to face you, slowly dragging you gaze away from the victims that had once been your tormentors. You look up at him with a broken sob slipping through your lips. “I need you to choose.”

There it is.

His words seem to detonate what little fate you had in his humanity. There is nothing in his eyes except hedonism and violence.

"I'm going to have you to choose very quickly, baby-”

You're already shaking your head as frazzled braids tickle your shoulders. Your eyes find theirs and you immediately say, “I'm not going to do it.”

When you look at him again, you're almost horrified to find the smile that had once been on his face, completely wiped away. His face is a shadow and it strikes you way more than anything ever has. Something in you scolds you. It gnaws at you to make things right.

“Don't do that.” He says darkly. “Don't disappoint me.”

His hands -one still holding a gun- moves to cup both your cheeks. He cranes your neck further back, gazing deeply. “I can't have you living on the street.”

“You don't have to kill anyone-”

His jaw ticks, “Pick.”

“Sir…”

“You're disappointing me.”

All it takes is those three words to have your world crashing to the floor. Tears blur your vision as you raise a trembling finger.

“Him. I pick him.”

It's the first time you realized that you were brimming with codependency

Or stupidity.

Or maybe both

“That's a good girl.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The father you never had.

He lets his eyes meet that of the boyfriend who is shaking and writhing in seat.

“What a good fucking girl I have, wouldn't you agree?” He asks the boyfriend yet he only cries and cries and cries. Meanwhile, you're bathing in the warm, milky words of praise.

"I suppose you wouldn't be able to agree to much in a second-"

He raises the gun.

Wait-" but the trigger is already pulled, and the bullet slices through the air and the deed is done.

It's remarkable how fast it travels. The speed of the bullet. Like it's competing with light itself. One moment his head is there and his brain is inside it, functioning like usual and the next moment, it's splattered all across my bedroom wall, coating your stuffed animals and drenching your pink bedding.

“You killed someone…”

“We killed someone, and you did such a good job. Now we're real rich people-”

You shake your head.

“Oh my fucking god we killed someone-”

It's stupid, but the first thought that comes to mind is-

“How- How am I gonna get the stain out!?”

“I'll get you new sheets, Doll, I promise…”

Meanwhile the roommate is crying and screaming her throat hoarse. You watch gravely as vomit soaks her gag.

“That's fucking disgusting.” He says before turning back to you. A spray of blood scatters across the side of his handsome face. He'd just committed murder and yet you still describe him as handsome.

“You're not disgusting at all.” He says, “You're so clean and beautiful.” His large hands rub over your face. “And now this apartment's yours. Ours. Maybe.”

Ours.

That word somehow affects you more than the murder you'd just lay witness to. It has you staring up at him with grateful, love-filled eyes. You're still scared but, you were his. And that was a powerful feeling. You'd never belonged to anyone before. Certainly not any man as handsome or smart as this. This isn't rose-tinted glasses anymore, it's rose-tinted vision.

“We killed someone.” You say. Solidifying the fact that you were a couple.

Your heart rages in its cage when his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck yes we did,” he moans before smashing his lips down onto yours. Confusion and discomfort wage a terrific and bloody war inside you as he kisses you absolutely dizzy. Your insides are swirling and your stomach is turning at the sight of the blood drenching your walls.

he tips your head up, forcing his tongue in and he moans when you let him. Your tongues touch and coax and he pulls you in close.

“You know how good you looked when I picked you up earlier, Doll? I loved seeing those bloodshot eyes of yours.” He mumbles, “I just hated not being the one to make you cry.”

You sob something awful. The sound escapes you while your lips are still plastered to his.

“But this is all me,” he says proudly, gazing down at your watery eyes as he pins you up against the wall. “This is all me.”

Your roommate sits in a daze. Over his wide shoulder, her eyes stare blankly into yours and you almost find yourself mouthing the words 'I'm sorry'.

Almost. But you never do.

Your brain is too clouded by feelings of fear, regret, pleasure and… satisfaction. In your defense her boyfriend really fucking sucked.

"Take this off." He groans, lowering his large build to the floor to shove your shorts and underwear down. Undressing you almost formally as he lifts your one leg out followed by the other.

Your eyes are still on her.

Every vile word she's said to you. Every occasion she'd bring her equally cruel friends over and they'd gossip about you loud enough for their words to carry through the walls.

You realize very gravely that your care is waning.

That humanity that was still left inside you is thinning.

And he's pressing wet kisses against your legs, worshipping the soft cellulite at your thighs.

A man in a suit at his knees for you and she's forced to watch.

It makes you feel so-

"Fucking beautiful, fuck." He groans.

The more riled up he is, the less care he gives to how crass his language becomes. As if trapped in a daze, with your eyes still on your tormentor -your bully- you hook your fingers into his hair. Parting your legs you lead his mouth to your exposed cunt and he slurps you up for all your worth.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he eats you out with vigor. He flattens his tongue and suctions his mouth against your clit, causing a deep and guttural moan to spill from your lips.

He pulls back, breathing raggedly, "Fuck my face," he commands, before placing both hands on your ass, enough to have your cunt riding his open mouth. It feels so fucking good your eyes are stinging with tears. You let them fall because you'd know he'd appreciate it. He appreciates every tear in your confidence. Every waver in your air-tight judgement. It undoes him completely to see you so fucking pathetic.

He looks up at you while you're riding him. Those morally black eyes are urging you to hump his face and you do.

At the sight of your tears falling his nails dig into your ass and you moan more. All the sounds you're able to make are in intelligible sounds of pleasure. But you force yourself to come to your senses. Just long enough to whisper

"Th-Thank you, Sir,"

He stills. Completely stunned.

You come. It crashes down on you all while your roommate tries to squeeze her crying eyes shut, shaking her head as if trying to delude herself into believing none of this is real.

"You are fucking fire, you know that?" He croaks, slowly rising. You're breathing oh so quickly and it only speeds up at the sight of your arousal casting his jaw.

“I wanna fucking hurt you so bad. I wanna eat you. I wanna fuck you. I wanna do so many unspeakable things to you- you're so perfect.”

He throws one more gaze over his shoulder. His almond eyes scan over the body, then the girl and he groans, furiously undoing his belt.

"How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he says, almost to himself.

"Answer me." He presses his body firmly against yours, until your spine is straight against the wall. "Fucking answer me when I talk to you."

He growls before bringing a hand up to your chin. It's painful the way he grabs you, but you're so used to pain. It lives here now. Between you both.

"I-I- don't know-" you really don't know and he melts at that.

"I'll tell you how, Princess. " he wraps your leg around his waist, "People like me- people we call crazy and evil-” His eyes are so wide, his smile too. -we get nice things. And people like that-" he quirks his head backwards, “The weak? Those people on the streets, they die.” He says, grinding his cock agaisnt your cunt, “And we don't die, yeah?"

"Oh fuck." You're seeing stars when his cock sinks into your cunt. It's hard and raging and he's already doing multiple shallow thrusts to force it deeper. "S-So big-" you can't talk, you hardly ever can when he's like this. Fucking you into an absolute frenzy.

"You gonna squirt for me, Doll?” he grits his teeth, hips stuttering as he ravages you against the wall. "F-Fuck." Some

“She's a really good squirter-” he turns his head to watch your roommate over his shoulder. Her head is slumped forward, she's fainted perhaps.

After weeks of trying to impress him, to show him that you were not the weak little thing he had first kidnapped- you realize it's paid off. He caveman grunts as he fucks you deeper and harder and a cry rips itself from your throat.

“Y-You want me?” You ask with trembling lips.

“Baby,” he breathes directly into your mouth. “I need you.”

"F-Fuck-" your orgasm sneaks up on you and he watches with immense gratification as you come undone on his cock.

“You're making a mess on my cock-” clear liquid streams out of hou, threatinging tk lush his cock out but he fucks you through it.

“Gonna fucking cum inside you, baby. You're gonna take it, aren't you? My good girl's gonna fucking take it,” he throws his head back as his eyes flutter closed and soon he's fucking spurts of warm cum into you.

It fills you completely until the mess is coating your thighs. Through your wave of endless euphoria you see stars, the planets and him in the very centre of it all, guiding you and coaxing you through the bountiful high.

Even when he's done, his cock is still nestled deep inside you, pushing you over the brink of stimulation.

"You're very promising.” He admits, “Always have been.”

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[siilverwiitch]

Chapter 7: Vision

Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaeya, Venti, Diluc & Crepus

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Stars and Wind Series

Words: 845

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A few weeks had passed since Venti had bestowed the Anemo Vision upon Kaeya, a gift that had left him pondering its origin ever since. As he stood under the shade of a towering oak tree, Kaeya's hand instinctively moved to the Vision now resting at his hip, its faint glow casting a subtle green hue on his skin.

"Venti?" Kaeya finally spoke up, turning to the bard beside him. "How did you give me a Vision? Isn't that something only one of the Archons is able to do?"

"It's a secret," Venti replied playfully, pressing his index finger against his lips with a mischievous grin.

"Do you know Barbatos?" Kaeya continued, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Kind of," Venti replied casually.

"How can you 'kind of' know an Archon, Venti?" Kaeya's confusion and surprise caused his voice to rise slightly.

"There are many things in this world that are rare but still possible, Kaeya," Venti responded matter-of-factly. "Anyway, I'll tell you when I think the time is right, okay?"

"Okay," Kaeya nodded, though his mind was still racing with questions.

---

For the past few weeks, Venti had been guiding Kaeya in learning to control and harness the power of the Anemo Vision. Currently, Kaeya stood with his palms cupped, a ball of Anemo energy hovering just above his hands.

"You're doing really well, Kaeya. I'm proud of your progress," Venti praised him warmly.

"I have a really good teacher," Kaeya replied gratefully, releasing the Anemo energy with a small burst that rustled through their hair. "I know you said you'd tell me when the time is right but i can't stop wondering… how?"

Venti paused, considering his response carefully. "I know from the books I've read in the library that only Archons could hand out Visions, and I also thought you could only gain a Vision after doing something worthy."

Venti smiled knowingly. "You did."

Confusion flickered across Kaeya's face. "So Barbatos gave you my Vision to give me?"

Venti tensed slightly, then sighed. "Well, sort of. I'm going to tell you something, and you're allowed to react however you see fit."

"Okay," Kaeya nodded his face contorting in confusion at Venti’s words. following Venti as they walked under the shade of the large oak tree. Sitting down on one of its roots, Venti continued, "Barbatos gave you that Vision after seeing how brave and determined you've been these past few months. He also saw how honest you've been."

Kaeya's eyes widened as Venti took a deep breath. "The reason I know this is because Barbatos and I are one and the same."

Once Venti had finished speaking, he watched Kaeya closely, waiting for his reaction.

"So… you. Venti… is Barbatos," Kaeya murmured to himself, his gaze shifting to the Vision. "You're an Archon."

"Archon, you're an Archon," Kaeya repeated aloud, trying to process the revelation. "Should I call you Barbatos?"

A million thoughts raced through Kaeya's mind. According to everything he had been taught, he should be scared, even resentful of Venti. Gods and Archons were the reasons he had grown up in a broken nation… The reason his homeland and people were judged so harshly by celestia, all because it was a godless nation and went against the ways of celestia. Yet, despite everything, Venti had been there for him. He had saved Kaeya when no one else would.

"Kaeya, I completely understand if you hesitate to—" Venti began, concern evident in his voice.

"No. I should, but I don't," Kaeya interrupted firmly, surprising even himself with his resolve. "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me. I have a friend now. You treat me more like family than my own blood ever did… you're my brother"

Standing up, Kaeya turned away from Venti, focusing his thoughts on the Anemo energy. He extended his hand, palm up, and concentrated. The energy responded to his command, taking shape until it formed a crystal fly of pure Anemo energy.

"Because of you, I can have a home, somewhere I feel I belong, somewhere I know I belong" Kaeya said quietly, turning to face Venti and proudly displaying the Anemo crystal fly. "Thank you, Barbatos."

Venti chuckled warmly, pulling Kaeya into a hug and lifting him off the ground. The Anemo crystal fly fizzled out as Kaeya's attention shifted from it to Venti's embrace.

"You, Kaeya, are the Anemo God’s favorite," Venti declared with a grin, his voice filled with affection and pride.

---

In that moment under the oak tree, Kaeya realized that despite his initial reservations and the complexities of divine beings, Venti—Barbatos—was more than just an Archon. He was a friend who had chosen to intervene in Kaeya's life, offering guidance, support, and above all, a sense of belonging that Kaeya had long sought. And as they stood together, embraced by the gentle rustling of leaves and the warmth of newfound understanding, Kaeya knew that with Barbatos by his side, he had finally found his place in the world. He was family and he was someone Kaeya knew he could trust.

[kingsnake101]

Orphanage?

So this one is pure crack. I couldn't stop giggling when I re-read them. I'm gonna share both of them because they're pretty similar. Also I've never played Majoras Mask or OOT, so sorry if there are inaccuracies :/

So these ones are almost finished, so I think I'm going to let them speak for themselves. The first one takes place pre-lu, and the second one happens during lu.

Orphanage

“Link?”

Link hummed a reply, staring up at the large sign reading “Castle Town Orphanage”. He had escaped from there a few times, if he remembered correctly.

Malon squeezed his hand, laughing lightly under her breath. “Come on, Link, it's okay. We're not making any decisions yet,” she reassured him, although it didn't escape him that she stayed rooted in place. Hypocrite.

“What, is the great ‘Hero of Time’ too scared to talk to a couple kids?” she teased, although her hand was holding his in a vice grip.

“I don't see Malon, ‘Hero of the Hero of Time’ running inside,” he teased back, the cheesy title bringing a grin to his face. She elbowed him in the side.

Link went back to staring at the sign, pondering. Was he ready to be a father? Malon had reassured him over and over, but he still had his doubts. Deep down, he still felt like the feral little child running around the Lost woods.

A shout interrupted his train of thought, and he spun, instinctually stepping in front of Malon and hovering his hand over the hilt of his sword.

Across the street, a short teenager writhed in the grip of two castle guards. He wore a tunic as colorful as the insults spewing from his mouth; the fabric was split into quadrants of blue, green, purple, and red. A green headband held back golden hair, framing a round face with large, angry eyes. He was currently being carried towards the orphanage, held between two guards, a third one hovering nearby. The guards seemed resigned, as if they had done this song and dance countless times. Intrigued and a little worried, Link jogged forwards to meet the group.

“Excuse me, gentlemen, but is everything alright?” Link asked, which caused the kid to fall silent. Link met their eyes, a deep blue lake filled with annoyance and anger. Weird, but Link had seen much weirder.

The guards looked up, surprised.

“Ah! Sir Link!” the guard not currently restraining the teen greeted. “Everything is fine, we were just returning this one back to the orphanage,” he gestured to the restrained teen. The teen snarled at him, and the guard eyed him warily. “He keeps escaping, although we're not sure how. I swear, we might have to chain him to the wall at this point,” the guard chuckled dryly. The kid shot him a withering look that said “I'd like to see you try”. Link didn't miss the way he seemed to lean away from the kid. 

“Anyway, I believe we should get going. It was a pleasure seeing you, Sir Link,” the guard bowed his head respectively before walking towards the orphanage and waving the other guards forward. The kid didn't fight them this time, instead watching Link with sharp violet eyes. “Must be a trick of the light,” Link assumed.

“I like him,” Malon commented, a mischievous glint to her voice as she stepped up besides Link. Link nodded in response.

“He reminds me of you,” she grinned at him. Link rolled his eyes at that, but he couldn't deny that it was true. There had been a certain spark to that kid, one that reminded him of a feral child running around Hyrule in a quest to save the world.

He shared a knowing look with Malon. With only a moment's hesitation, she grabbed his hand, and started leading them towards the orphanage.

--

Link, or Four, stared out the window at the billowing smoke outside. The other link, also known as Time, stood in front of a roaring bonfire, expression blank. What looked to be a hand-painted child's bed crumbled to ash. A brightly colored balloon floated into the air, string singed, before being shot down with an arrow.

When Time found out who Four was he definitely lied about "sensing the hero's spirit" or something like that. Also, Time is now legally Four's dad. DO with that what you will (;

Orphanage 2

Four was abruptly awoken by three firm knocks on his door. Yawning, he slid out of bed, cringing slightly as his bare feet met the cold inn floor. The smith raised his arms above his head, sore joints popping into place. The night before had been rough. One minute, he had been sleeping peacefully in his bedroll, and the next, he was in the middle of Time’s Hyrule field. Alone. Thankfully, castle town was close and he had been easily able to find an inn. He quickly slid on his socks and shoes, just in case. 

The door creaked as he opened it, revealing a surprised castle guard with a fist poised to knock. Four blinked in surprise, opening the door fully.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” Four greeted, voice cracking with exhaustion. “May I help you?”

“Good morning. We received a concerned message from the innkeeper, and we were here to ask you if you are traveling with your parents,” the guard stated, brows furrowed slightly in worry. Four sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I am sorry if my stature fooled you, but I am not a child,” he replied through gritted teeth, annoyance glimmering in his chest. Seriously, had they never seen a short person before? “Well, then again, everyone in Time’s Hyrule is freakishly tall.”

“Mhm. Is there anyone around that could confirm that?” the guard asked, clearly not believing him.

Four fought down the urge to slam the door on their face. “No, there is not, because I am fully capable of traveling on my own. Is there any other way I could prove it to you?”

“Listen, kid, how about you come with us to the orphanage and we can sort this out,” the second guard offered, stepping forward and reaching out a hand. “We'll get you a nice meal and a warm bath, free of charge, how's that sound?”

Right. Four realized that he probably looked like a drowned rat, his sleep clothes absolutely covered in mud. “I appreciate the offer, gentlemen, but I have places I have to be,” Four practically growled, barely managing to stay civil. He began to shut the door, only to be stopped by a gauntleted hand.

“Young man, that wasn't a suggestion. Please don't make us do this by force,” the first guard clarified, trying to push the door open further. Four pressed back, holding firm.

“Fine. Princess Zelda can confirm my age,” Four hissed, just barely holding himself back from punching this man in the face.

“Yeah right. Come on, kid,” the second guard scoffed, helping his coworker push the door open and grabbing Four’s arm. Four panicked slightly, trying to yank his hand out of the soldier's grip.

“Don't fucking touch me!” Four snarled, but the soldier held firm. Logically, he knew that he should go along with them and escape later, but the blue part of him refused to budge.

“Grab his stuff, will you?” The man holding him directed the other. Four watched in horror as the first guard wandered over to his things, reaching for the four sword.

“Be careful with that!” Four snarled, a sliver of desperation slipping into his voice. 

Thankfully, the man seemed to hear him, and carefully picked up the sword by its sheath. Four relaxed slightly when his sword was wrapped up safely with the rest of his items.

“Come on, kid. Let's go,” the second guard, or Denthead, as Blue had spitefully named him, tugged on his arm.

“Fine! I'll go with you, you don't have to lead me around like a dog,” Four huffed, pulling his arm out of the man's grip. The man gave him a disbelieving look, but let go of his arm regardless.

Four begrudgingly followed the men out of the inn, making sure to send the innkeeper the nastiest stare he could manage. He felt accomplished when she looked away to study the guestbook.

He absentmindedly rubbed the aching marks on his wrist as he scanned the streets for escape routes.

Into the crowd? No, guards were everywhere and a bystander might catch him.

That alleyway? Possibly, but it didn't seem to go anywhere and the overhang would make it hard to get onto the roof.

Fruit stand? No, that lady looks like a snitch. Tavern? No, he'd be cornered too quickly.

A familiar tug of magic pulled him out of his thoughts. Looking around, he searched for the source of it, eyes eventually landing on a broken pot on the porch of a butcher’s shop. If he could get to that, he could escape.

Four glanced back at the first guard, a plan starting to form. He turned around, looking at the guard with the most worried eyes he could muster. The guard stopped, raising a slightly worried eyebrow.

“Sir? Can I tell you something?” Four whispered, glancing back to where Denthead continued to walk through the crowd. Four gestured for him to lean down.

“Um, sure. Just make it quick, we have to catch up to Lewis,” the guard leaned down, shuffling the items in his arms. Four saw the hilt of his sword peeking out of his tunic.

Four dramatically leaned forwards, positioning his head right by the man's ear. He leaned in, subtly grasping the very edge of the sheath.

In one smooth motion, he head butted the man as hard as he could and pulled the sword from his grasp. He lunged, sprinting for the portal.

Four threw himself at the porch, ignoring the shouts around him in favor of reaching the portal. The familiar feel of minish magic brushed his fingers, he was almost there-

A hand grabbed the back of his undershirt and yanked, throwing him backwards and into the metal-plated chest of the first guard. Four snarled, thrashing and kicking in the man's grasp. The guard seemed startled by his strength, but managed to hold on regardless.

“Shit! Anthony, what happened?” Denthead came running up, sword drawn.

“Kid tried to run away. Little bugger’s sneaky,” Anthony (or Jackass, as Blue had named him) grunted. Four stopped thrashing, realizing he had no hopes of escaping now. He gazed forlornly at the four sword, which laid on the porch, sheathed. Denthead went to pick it up, along with the rest of Four's stuff from where Jackass had dropped it.

“Let's get him to the orphanage, I don't want to be responsible for a runner,” Denthead snarked, turning on his heel and leading the way through the crowd. Four could feel Jackass huff as he followed.

One thing was for sure, Four hated this even more. Being bear-hugged by a complete stranger made his skin itch. The only old man that could hug him in full armor is Time, thank you very much.

Pushing any need to be mature aside, Four went boneless. He reveled in the way Jackass faltered, struggling to get a good hold on him.

“Come on, kid, can you be a little more mature about this?” Jackass muttered.

“Apparently, you think I'm a child, so I may as well act like one,” Four spat, trying to be as heavy as humanly possible. Jackass just sighed and adjusted his grip again.

“I miss my brothers,” Four thought bitterly.

“So, honey, what's your name?” The lady sitting across from him, Ms. Pori, asked. The guards had dropped him off with her, apparently trusting her to keep him in line. So here he was, sitting on a plush sofa across from a heavy-set woman with the most smile lines he had ever seen.

Four thought about it for a moment. What name should he give her?

“You can call me Four,” he decided. It sounded much weirder than Link, but it wasn't like he planned on staying here long. Surprisingly, she didn't react to the strange name, smiling at him and jotting it down on her clipboard.

“Alright, Four, and how old are you?” She asked.

“One billion,” he snarked, knowing she wouldn't believe him anyway. A distinctly red part of him felt bad for being rude.

Surprisingly, she laughed. “Alright then. I'll just put your age as unknown,” Ms. Pori smiled. “Are there any parents or relatives we can contact?”

Four sighed. He knew who to contact, but if Time told his brothers, he would never hear the end of it. He just hoped Time would keep this a secret.

“Lon Lon ranch,” Four answered. “My older brother, Link, lives there,” he clarified. 

“How old is your brother?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Four paused. How old was Time?

“Old enough,” Four decided. “He owns the ranch with his wife.”

“Alright then!” she chirped, standing up. “I'll contact him soon. For now, would you like to see your room?”

Four sighed, but stood up to follow her nonetheless. He didn't really care, he was escaping as soon as he could anyway. This was embarrassing enough and he really didn't want his brothers to have to pick him up from the orphanage.

A bell dinged as Time pushed the door open. It had been about a week since he had gotten the letter. Malon made up an excuse about having to go to castletown, leaving the ranch in Twilight, Sky, and Wild’s capable hands. Malon was currently leading the boys on errands around the other side of castletown. Time considered telling his boys about the situation, but then remembered that Four had blackmail on him from the truth serum incident. So, he decided to keep it to himself.

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These ones were really fun to revisit! These are so stupid and I love them.

[castlebyersafterdark]

AHHHH i am just in time to see that lyrical post about finn! just for me! thanks hahahhahah

I gotta say... agree 🤭🤭🤭 and it speaks volumes about you vin. an emotional boy beneath all the horn. youre so sweet. what a gem.

one of my fav finn things not seen mentioned is the way he walks and stands. his feet are very opened-out, sort of like mary poppins style haha. it's a really particular thing i always notice, when people are pointed outwards, straight, or inwards. i dance so i am often drawn to people's feet and how they are positioned.

i think it says so much about how someone carries themselves and what they think of themselves, plus a combo of genetics and physicality. finn is lanky and probs only a few years into successfully navigating his body in terms of not being all over the place like spaghetti. i always think he looks like he's walking around his own feet haha.

whereas noah is very demure, hips coinked, knee bent, like he's trying not to take up too much space, like he's trying to keep his legs closed.

finn has a loping gait and turned out feet, interesting combo. and noah is just so delicate and graceful yet also clumsy? again, interesting combo. honestly, these physicalities are what led to my suspicions about their sexualities, as stereotypical as it may seem, because underneath cultural assumptions, we DO show off who we are through our body language, especially when sexuality is still latent. neither of them adopt deliberate queer mannerisms, so i don't think it's a case of 'theyre so camp'. i dont see any floppy wrists or lighthearted performative gestures (tho there was one tiktok where noah accidentally flopped his wrist and then looked horrified, as if who am i? this was shortly after he came out haha)

but otherwise, their physicalities are unique to them but speak to me of people who are not completely comfortable in their own bodies full stop, sexuality aside. we know finn has anxiety, but it seems noah's main cause for hiding WAS his sexuality. so its interesting to look at finn's postures and body language and wonder whether sexuality might be a root cause of his lack of self confidence too.

Always a pleasure letting my imagination run and letting the words flow with little regard for holding back. That's why I call things visions - I like approaching stuff here stream of conscious style with writing whether it's a drabble or goofy post or HC. Ponder and ponder and once my brain formulates what I'm feeling - go. Type without abandon haha. And yeah... I do agree that I'm one ruled by my emotions. The spicy sexy horny vibes is a catalyst from the root cause, the emotional core. That's me. I would absolutely call myself a romantic above all else, with pride 😊🥰

Interesting observations, I'm loving all this! Because you're so right, putting things into words I noticed but couldn't articulate just right? Finn has a very particular body language and physical energy. It's definitely that of someone who at one point was very insecure and awkward in their own skin but now has grown into a confident man, but still cooking a little. Its really different but we can see that clearly with him. Mary Poppins style is killllllling me but I know exactly what you mean! And then so does how you've described Noah. Clumsy grace is perfect for him. He seems like someone in real life when he's going about probably has terrible spatial awareness so he's walking into stuff but being so awkwardly endearing about it and it makes you just want to grab him and pull him close to you, away from disaster and spacey klutz moments which... yeah, that's kind of cute so totally him 🤭

I always find behaviourial analysis and observation so interesting as a subject because there's so much about identity and culture and even sexuality that informs a person's entire demeanor, that line between personality and individualism and stereotypes and reality. The way you notice things about people and are looking for hints because sometimes you gotta admit - you're looking. You're assuming. We don't have signs over our heads or have the capability to scan over someone and see their details and stats like a video game. Patterns and familiar traits. Someone you know of acts a certain way, has a mannerism, then you see it through someone else so you paste notions you're familiar with onto them. That kinda thing.

Anyway, all this is to say it's reasons hard to explain and can be accurate or totally off base, but there are definitely mannerisms and energy that reads off them both as very familiar, very queer, and asking me to detail why - instinctive. Could be wrong, but I roll with it for now. Noah is an interesting case because to me I'd be counted among the people who would not feel shocked, within the "we know," when he came out. His speaking manner was a main thing that tipped it for me to be honest? He just had a way. A way I really like and admire! But to me it felt like a tell. And I get that, because I've heard that about myself once I stopped trying to hide me. I don't know what it is. But the expressiveness in gesture and voice tone sometimes... I get it. It's very trye, like you said, certain things just bleed through and why does it correlate to identity, the way I roll my eyes or verbally phrase a question? WHY is it a tell? But it can be. Or it cannot, and that's assumption and stereotypes. The tightrope. It's complex, humans are so complex.

But it's the approach. Are we discerning this for what reason? Mockery and harassment - that's the negative that assumption and stereotypes fuel. But kinship and celebration and solidarity and support, community? All the happier side of the coin. The most basic example of all - seeing someone's swishy arm gesture, does someone else read that as 😏😊 or 😒🙄 to make it pictoral.

their physicalities are unique to them but speak to me of people who are not completely comfortable in their own bodies full stop, sexuality aside. we know finn has anxiety, but it seems noah's main cause for hiding WAS his sexuality. so its interesting to look at finn's postures and body language and wonder whether sexuality might be a root cause of his lack of self confidence too.

This is very much something I think smacks the nail right into the wall. A big part of the why and how for what I think some of us have conjectured this about him. Sums the root observation up right there.

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 6

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Koga, Adonis, Kaoru

Rei: If indeed these are seeds sown by my own hands, I must now pluck them ere they deepen their roots. To ensure I never repeat this folly, and to ensure I do not lose anyone ever again.

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Time: That night. In a practice room inside the ES building.

Rei: Look here, Puppy ♪ What's this I have? A cute little ball~? You desire it, do you not? Go get it~! ☆

Koga II: [Wooooof! ★]

Adonis II: [...... (He's fidgeting like he wants to play too.)]

Rei: Kukuku. Despite their perfect resemblance to Koga and Adonis, these two are truthfully but newborn babes. How precious ♪

Kaoru: It's nice that the fakes are surprisingly easy to get along with, but, like… Are you really sure this is okay, Rei-kun?

Rei: Come now, 'tis Adonis-kun's turn next ♪ Wouldst thou not pull upon the other end of this rope I'm holding? It shall give thy muscles a workout, and, moreover, 'twould be a most enjoyable pastime. Delightful, is it not?

Adonis II: [……♪]

Kaoru: The fact you're besties now is cool and all, but are you, like, even listening? You wanna try not ignoring me?

Rei: But of course I am not ignoring you. Never again shall I avert my gaze from the beloved children who yearn for me.

Kaoru: Who the heck is yearning for you?

Rei: …I find myself pondering a few things.

Kaoru: Hm?

Rei: Naturally, even if others wish it of me, I am not an omniscient, omnipotent god; such a feat would be beyond me even if I, too, wished it so. My inability to predict this peculiar predicament attests to that truth. Nevertheless, I stand a tad older than the rest of you, and 'tis not as though I ventured overseas simply to seize a rare opportunity to engage in indolence. In comparison to you all, I am akin to an older brother with just a tad bit more life's experience.

Kaoru: So like, what's your point? Are you trying to brag about being older? Pushing people around cause they're younger than you is, like, seriously hateable y'know? It's, like, power harassment or whatever, okay?

Rei: Kukuku. How uncharacteristically agitated you are, Kaoru-kun. Well, 'tis inevitable in these circumstances. Keep thy heart calm as the surface of a still lake. Should the elder ones begin to sink, the younger ones shall be beset with unease.

Kaoru: I know, I know. Acting like a proper senpai is tough, huh? So? What was it you were thinking about?

Rei: Yes, well. Though I have no concrete evidence at this point, I have a general idea about what sequence of events which led to these peculiar circumstances. I have also gained a rough understanding of our current predicament. In other words, I suspect I've grasped the truth behind this mysterious situation we've found ourselves in.

Kaoru: Oooh, as expected! Amazing, guess the case is closed¹ ♪

Rei: 'Tis not so remarkable. Given enough time, you most probably could have pieced it together as well. You are the son of a wise scholar, after all. However, you are a pragmatic child. This case must present a bit of a challenge for you, given the unrealistic elements involved.

Kaoru: By unrealistic elements, you mean… Ahhh, so it really is like that after all, huh?

Rei: Indeed. The question now is, how may we extricate ourselves from this situation? You will surely understand this metaphor: we find ourselves in a locked room. There exists only one exit, and to open it, a special key is required. Yet this key lies hidden amongst countless objects strewn about the confines of the room.

Kaoru: It's like a high-difficulty escape room.

Rei: Aye, one with no hints provided. More unfortunate still, there is not time enough to scrutinize each object one by one in search of the key. Yet, somehow, we must escape before the reality we live in becomes distorted and collapses in on itself.

Kaoru: Well, since it's you we're talking about here, you've probably already come up with some way to get us out. That's totally just wishful thinking, though ♪

Rei: If someone makes a wish, then as Superstar Sakuma Rei-senpai, it is my job to fulfill it.

Rei: …There is one method I wish to try. However, it involves a rather risky gamble. I bear some concern about the great burden it might place upon the body, specifically the brain.

Kaoru: "That's why I, alone, shall do it." You weren't about to say some stand-offish thing like that, right? UNDEAD's problems are everyone's problems, so let's share the burden.

Rei: Kukuku. My, now there are words you never would have spoken in the past. Having so recently been reminded of our former selves, those words resonate with the weight of profound emotion. I am deeply touched.

Kaoru: Don't make fun of me. So? What is it you want to try? How are we going to get ourselves out of this crazy situation?

Rei: We dream. During my investigation of the AIIE Experimental Facility the other day, I thoroughly inspected the equipment we were connected to, the drugs we were prescribed, as well as the manuals on how to handle it all. As one might expect, 'twas so full of technical terms as to be quite difficult to parse, but with the help of someone in my clan who is good with such things, I was able to roughly understand its contents. Thus, should we desire it, we may once more return to the dream of those days long gone— To the memories of that time when DEADMANZ faded away, and we, UNDEAD, awoke. The answer most likely awaits us therein.

Kaoru: Back into that dream again, huh? It's, like, seriously embarrassing having to watch my past self act out like that, but if there's no other way then I guess that's that.

Rei: Your youthful aura in those days still bore an aspect of endearing charm. Meanwhile, I was naught but a bundle of shame.

Rei: Yet even the person I am now, who is ashamed of who he was in days past, may well be regarded as shameful by the person I become a decade hence. Thus, let us exert our efforts in the present to forestall any future regrets. Wouldst thou assist me in this endeavor, Kaoru-kun?

Kaoru: That goes without saying, doesn't it? I'll tell you this as many times as I have to: this isn't just your problem, it's ours too.

Rei: I wonder if that is truly the case… 'Tis still mere speculation, but I suspect I am to blame for this incident.

Rei: Seeds left unwatered in days past have sprouted malevolently in spite, afflicting us with their curse. If indeed these are seeds sown by my own hands, I must now pluck them ere they deepen their roots. To ensure I never repeat this folly, and to ensure I do not lose anyone ever again.

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Literal tl for this line is "amazing, [you're a] great detective." But in JP, the series Detective Conan is "Great Detective Conan, and the phrase "great detective" is practically synonymous with it. I've thrown the reference in using the American title of the show instead, since there is absolutely no way to make "detective" an obvious reference to Conan.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

What turned me gay (not really) - Alex Wright

A while back, I came across the sidelineland.com blog and while you would think that the heavy themes around erotic wrestling would interest me, I was mainly intrigued by the author's tongue and cheek thoughts on "What turned me gay".  The intention here was not a serious exposition on the root cause of "turning someone gay" but rather what "gay" impressionable moments have led us all to be the people we are today.  Although the author doesn't regularly post anymore, this blog is still worth checking out and in honor of these impressionable "gay" moments I bring you - 

What turned me gay (not really) ... 

WCW jobbers, specifically Alex Wright turned me gay.  And I know a lot of gay adults out there probably have similar experiences fantasizing about Alex when they were a kid but this is different, he was literally the first guy I recall having feelings for.  Up until that point in my life I just thought that I was a "late bloomer" or that one day heterosexuality would magically click or whatever self-deluding nonsense I fed myself at the time.  But for me, watching Alex was a turning point.  Alex Wright to me, was my first male lust.  

Alex with chest hair!

If you've read my other posts then you know that for me, it's not just about the hot body, although Alex had that 10 times over.  There was just something in the way his opponents dominated him and accentuated each and every long and flawless muscle on his torso, or his arm, or his back.   

Alex Wright v Chris Benoit (WCW)

Lusting for Alex lead to interest in other wrestlers and while my friends were avid fans of WWF due to the storylines and production values, I was a hardcore WCW enthusiast because of Alex and the other fresh jobbers their programing offered.  This was another turning point as well because it was at this point that I started to have less and less in common with my "straight" friends and I began to look for other interests that were separate from them.  So whatever the spark, the impetus, for my eventual embrace of being gay - Alex Wright was pivotal to that transformation.  

Alex v Buddy Wayne (WCW)

I read later that Alex is training or coaching wrestling and I'm glad that he has avoided the fate that sadly so many other professional wrestlers have fallen into.  But in any case, I try not to read too much about my heroes/inspirers (are those the right words?), because for me, Alex Wright will always be that strapping, high flying, sucker for punishment, sex idol, that started it all for me in my youth.  

Selected Appearances [Not all shown]

Alex Wright v Rey Mysterio Jr. (WCW)The size difference in this match was so hot to me at the time

Alex Wright v The Gambler (WCW) Beefy and slightly hairy, yum.

Alex Wright v Doc Dean (WCW)  Alex as a heel! One of my favorite matches.

"Flyin" Brian Pillman vs. Alex Wright (WCW) I used to have endless thoughts about him in this position

Alex Wright v Pat Rose (WCW 1995)  I vividly recall taping this match on the family VCR and hiding the tape in my bedroom

2 minutes into this match and Paul Roma is already going for the low blow.

Alex Wright v Paul Roma (WCW) - Superbrawl VThere was some sexually charged rivalry between these two.  In my mind, I liked to pretend that they were going through a messy break up, with Alex cheating on Paul and Paul wanting to humiliate Alex. 

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[this-has-returned]

If I remember correctly—from the last time I read about this—I think the stomata on the leaves can make a chorus of tiny sounds. I'm guessing the reason why the pores on our skin don't make sound is because plant cells have rigidity, which can carry sound waves better.

I should maybe ask my biologist friend about this. Take my best guess with a massive chunk of salt.

When I hear back from them, I'll edit below the cut:

I have heard back!

They want to make a few things extremely clear, to combat misinformation:

1. Plants cannot talk. They are making sounds, but it's more akin to creaking bark, and other "mechanical" noises of everyday plant life. Similar to how you can hear a person's heartbeat.

2. There are networks that carry stimuli between plants (root networks etc, which are still being studied).

3. Plants can feel sensations (and receive stimuli from networks), but they are not aware of the sensations and stimuli. It's more like a reflex.

4. Plants do not have active memory. If basil bruises to the touch, it's because of a simple reflex/chemical mechanism. The basil is not aware of the touch, it does not remember the touch, and it is not consciously reacting to the touch. Something about the structure of basil causes this bruising effect, like a reflex or simple reaction.

5. If plants were aware of their surroundings and had active memory and the capacity to ponder and act on memories (beyond the short and long term chemical effects of reflexes), then plants would probably try to eat us in our sleep, because they are active decomposers.

This is all from my biologist friend, not me, I am just the messenger.

[spaceumbredoggos]

hey look, chapter 15 of aces and oh's is finally out. Please don't kill me for having weird shapeshifter biology be borderline omegaverse. I am a sucker for that trope. I'm more so into the politics of that trope rather than the sexy stuff. But in the AO3 version, theres sexy stuff for you pervs.

Chapter Fifteen (At home with the ghosts at the national parks.)

Atlas’s POV: 

Everyone else had gotten over the sickness except for Kenz, who no matter how much cold medicine I put in them, they seemed to get worse. I paced back and forth, pondering why this was the case. Their fever refused to break and all they would do was sleep. I sighed as I paced over to the herb garden where the wildcats had raided all my herbs. It was too late in the season to start growing them again, as seeds need to be sewn in the spring. We’re gonna be off for a harsh winter without cold and flu remedies if those cats keep raiding our herbs. I harshly sighed as I transformed into my cat form, patrolling non-clan territory for herbs. The cats took what was left of my licorice. I gritted my teeth as I found some dried patches of licorice. The roots should still be good. 

I picked the roots out of the ground and sniffed around for feverfew, mallow, coltsfoot, and catmint. I picked several elderberries from a wild elder tree for elderberry syrup. I gave a heaving sigh as I couldn’t find any other herbs throughout this specific patch of forest. How far does Clan territory reach? I brought my herbs to my room and made some elderberry syrup for Kenz’s cough. “Here. Drink this.” I gave a large dose to Kenz, who needed it the most.

I took the herb search elsewhere in the woods beside the Gravity Falls lake. To my relief, I found what I needed in abundance in these woods. I harvested as much as I needed, taking the feverfew, catmint, tansy, mallow, and coltsfoot back to the shack to make into tea for Kenz. I gave Kenz some more elderberry cough syrup and gave them the tea I made. Kenz’s color started to return to their face, but their fever continued to rage at a boiling 104. 

Kenz’s pupils were narrow as they stuck their tongue out drooling. I could sense in their mind that the fever was racking their thoughts and mental capacity, causing them to hallucinate. “None of that is real.” I reassured them, deciding to help them get in the tub for a bath since they could hardly stand without staggering.

I took their shirt off and found a nasty rash starting on their neck and spreading down their scarred back before tapering off on their legs. The rash was full of red spots that tingled on Kenz’s skin. Kenz mewled as I tried to turn on the barely warm water on them. “I-it’s boiling!!!” Kenz’s face turned an even brighter red. They must have chickenpox. I remember that I am immune due to having been vaccinated with my sister by the Axolotl. Kenz was vaccinated. I don’t know why they are showing symptoms. I called Ford to come in and examine the rash. “I think it’s chickenpox. But Kenz must have been vaccinated.”

Ford shook his head and rubbed a cotton swab on the rash, much to Kenz’s protests. “Dipper broke into the same rash a few days ago and is doing a lot better now. I don’t think Kenz is as lucky. I think this is something much worse.” Ford rubbed the swab in an agar dish as I started to gently sud up the rash. “What sort of paranormal rash is this?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know how it went through the whole house without showing up. I guess most of us have had it before. It looks like goose pox, chickenpox’s less tame cousin that doesn’t cause shingles. It has a lot of different strains so reinfection is possible. But once you have had one strain, symptoms are milder. Kenz isn’t used to living here, so there’s some diseases that they will catch that are found nowhere else.”

“Is goose pox like chickenpox where it’s really bad to get it as an adult?”

“For the first infection, yes.” Ford adjusted his glasses as Kenz snarled at him for coming near them. “It can cause aggression sometimes.”

“I’m sure that’s just Kenz’s normal hatred for you.” I sighed as Kenz started biting the rash on their back like a mangy dog. I pulled their head away and gave them some Lavender in their bath to soothe them. They submerged themself in the water and decided to just breathe through their gills on their neck. I sighed as Kenz chewed on the lavender sprigs in the bath, soothing their feverish mind. “Yes. Chew the lavender. Not the rash.” I decided not to use any harsh soap on the rash. Instead, I used some natural soap weed known for making a soapy substance when wet. Kenz took a bite out of the weed and chewed on it more in their typical “I must chews on everything” fashion. 

I drained the tub and lifted them out. They bit me and insisted that they could get out on their own, only to fall on their back and struggle to get up again like a flipped over turtle. Ford stifled a laugh as I helped them up. “Kenz. Your brain is too scrambled to do anything.”

“Nyah!!! Your brain is too… Fuck…” Kenz coughed up some phlegm into the toilet and tried to bite me again. “Teeth tingle… Must chomps!!!” Kenz started to bite the shower curtains as I gave them a solid block of ice with a mouse frozen in it for them to chew on. They gritted their teeth on the ice and chewed on it, which kept them occupied long enough for me to put on their frog onesie. 

Dipper walked in, hearing Kenz’s feral growling. I sighed as Dipper seemed a bit drowsy. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Dipper scratched at a rash on his forearm, which looked more like an allergic reaction than the rash on Kenz’s back. I checked Kenz over once more, seeing that the rash looked more like small pustules oozing with pink fluid that reeked badly. The pustules were on the back of their neck, wrists, forehead and ankles as well. They gritted their teeth and transformed into a coyote, snapping at us to get out of their bed. I shrugged and went to my own bed, but Dipper was passed out and didn’t budge. Kenz gritted their teeth, getting into their boxes with their sharp teeth. They gently started carrying more plushies and blankets to their bed, arranging them in a peculiar way that resembled a nest. I saw them drag a massive frog plush half the size of their human body to the bed, which I presumed they ordered with some of the inheritance that Mom left them (Mom surprisingly was widowed by her ex husband at the time of her death who was super rich. She only used the funds for her medical treatment and split it with the three of her children after her death in her will. Kenz spent some of it on plushies.) 

Kenz transformed into their cattle dog/labrador mix form and barked loudly at Dipper, who buried his head in a pile of moth plushies. Kenz barked again, pawing at Dipper to get out of his nest. “Kenz. I took some benadryl and you know how that stuff makes people sleepy.” Dipper slurred, seemingly out of it. “Geez. How much did you take?”

“Enough.” Dipper whined, showing me the bottle. “This is industrial strength benadryl.”

“I almost had an anaphylactic reaction to a banana.” Dipper groaned. “I’m getting a ton of weird allergies lately. Like I’d be allergic to something one day and would be completely fine with it the next. I think it’s a complication of whatever bug was going around the house.” Dipper started scratching at his skin. “Dipper. Don’t scratch.” I put some hydrocortisone cream on the rash as Dipper started to lean in the direction of Kenz and fall asleep. He swatted at something in his sleep before falling still. I checked the benadryl bottle and checked the dosage. “Dipper, how much did you take? Because it says here one pill contains 500 milligrams.”

“Three pills. Why?” Dipper muttered in a half asleep daze. I shook him as Kenz sniffed the benadryl bottle and barked loudly. They sat on their haunches and pointed at the bottle like a drug detecting dog. “Kenz, what are you saying?”

Kenz transformed back into their human from and showed me that the label was peeling off. They peeled off the label to reveal another. It had the Das Flavor Pups logo and was labeled “Partydryl.” which was just really large benadryl pills with extra Diphenhydramine in it to get the “party rush.” 

“Oh no!!! Dipper!!!” I immediately got an IV into him and started giving him some physostigmine nasally. I patted Kenz on the head as they bit my arm. “Kenz. You saved his life. Don’t bite me.”

“I don’t wanna be touched!!” Kenz growled as they rubbed their back all over their plushies, getting their stink all over them. Ford walked in with a piece of paper. “The good news is, whatever’s going on with Kenz is not a viral illness like we originally suspected.”

“So what’s the bad news?”

“The bad news is that whatever we all came down with had some complications with Kenz’s thyroid regulation. They’re currently going through a hormonal surge similar to dogs in heat. Those pustules? They’re scent glands releasing scents.” Ford grimaced as he shot his glance at Dipper. “What happened to him?” “Bad case of benadryl spiders. He accidentally took the wrong dose due to his allergies and took the wrong kind used by college kids to get high. Where did he even find this?” My lip curled at the bottle as I threw it in the trash. “The CVS backrooms.” Kenz snarled, sinking their teeth into the massive frog plush and thrashing their head. “Kenz!! Knock it off!!” Ford pried Kenz’s head off the frog plush only for them to bite him instead. “Kenz isn’t keen on touch right now.” I poured some warm water where Kenz was biting and they instinctively let go to take a sip. They went back to biting the pillows. “Kenz. You’re gonna accidentally shred things.” 

Kenz whined and started rolling in their plushies. “Kenz. Can you maybe…” The words didn’t come to my mouth as I sighed. “It’s getting late. Maybe you should take your meds and go to bed?” I suggested as Kenz seemingly snapped out of whatever trance they were currently stuck in and went over to their desk where they kept their meds and took them. They went back over to their nest of plushies and blankets before transforming into a coyote and bolting outside. They came back with a massive leaf half the size of their body covered in eggs the size of Ford’s hands, along with their fur roughed up and covered in a sticky substance. They put the eggs in the center of the nest and curled protectively over them. “Hey Kenz?”

Kenz transformed into a massive cobra and flared their hood at Ford, hissing and faking strikes. “Kenz. Why did you steal those eggs? You’re not exactly in the position to be a parent.” 

Kenz didn’t respond and went to sleep in their human form, curled up around the eggs. Their back was covered in scales of a strange creature and they stank of flowers and nectar. Ford approached them as they protectively curled over the eggs. “Kenz has never been this keen to be a parent before.”

“Exactly. I have seen how they run away from Soos’s son at every opportunity.” Ford seemed really concerned for Kenz as they snarled at him for getting too close to the eggs. Ford’s gaze lit up with his typical “Oh no. Something went terribly wrong here.” expression. Kenz was slightly bleeding from their mouth and breathing harshly. “The Moth Queen.” Ford covered Kenz’s back in a lavender salve as they relaxed their posture. Ford took the eggs out from underneath them and put them back outside. “The Moth Queen?”

“Queen of all Mothmen. She must’ve picked up on Kenz’s vulnerable state. She’s basically a giant anthropomorphic moth with heavily exaggerated woman-like features. Able to hypnotize any creature who can smell her pheromones. I think Kenz got scammed into a glorified babysitter role for her offspring.” Ford’s tone was frustrated as I went over towards the eggs. “Don’t crush them!! They release a scent when crushed that summons other mothmen. And mothmen eat flesh. Sometimes human flesh. They start out as catterpillarmen watched over by highly territorial mothmen.” Ford shooed me away from the eggs as I nodded. “Kenz must’ve been at the wrong place at the wrong time.” I sighed, remembering how other monsters react to shapeshifters as a “breeder species” or the perfect species to raise their young due to their high genetic variability. The Axolotl told us how humans fear shapeshifters, but other species particularly like to view them as baby making machines. Shapeshifters, even though they are a powerful species that could easily turn on their owners, are often used in the monster fucker trade. They’re really fertile and can easily change their biology to breed with anyone. No one gives shifters the respect they deserve. Kenz is having to learn the hard way how to be careful. Very few shapeshifters are the sex hungry breeders that monster society puts them as. I gave a heaving sigh as Holly walked outside, gazing at the eggs. “Those smell suspiciously like mothmen and Kenz. Oh no.” Holly burst inside to our room as I sighed and gazed at Ford. “Shapeshifters have been fighting for their rights for millennia. It’s really sad.”

“So I’ve heard.” Ford sighed sadly and with regret. I walked back into our room as Holly was giving Kenz some lavender, chamomile, and thyme tea to soothe their overactive mind. They purred and flopped over. “Kenz, why do you have to present now? You’re getting your stinky slick everywhere.” Holly sighed and shook her head. “Who am I kidding? This must be so hard for you. It wasn’t sickness that brought this on. It was just a matter of shapeshifter puberty.” Holly brought out the whole bible long book of shapeshifter history and biology. “Atlas. You might want to have a look at this.”

She showed me the page on shifter sex. “Kenz is going through some changes. They’re nto liking it in the slightest.”

I nodded as I put Kenz’s frog warmie in the microwave to soothe their cramping body. I’m so sorry.  

[oranginacultist]

So back in high school I was forced to take economics. That's not necessarily a bad thing, I suppose. Money is the blood of our society, so learning how the commercial circulatory system works can be useful. That I hated every second of it was, to some degree, a personal issue. I can admit to that.

But.

My teacher spend a class showing us the entirety of Greed with John Stossel, a 1998 special on the nature of "greed" and why even though it's objectively a bad thing, it's actually super awesome and the sole reason for the existence of everything we know and love. I should note that this was in the year of lord 2008, a full ten years after the special was made and just around the time of that huge US economic crisis that many people are still trying to crawl their way out of. It sure was a choice to choose this particular moment in history to show your class of impressionable students the joys of trickle-down economics.

The piece stuck with me. I've never seen Wall Street because I hate Capitalism and America, but I do know the quote "Greed is good" because it's quoted in Greed with John Stossel a number of times. As nearly two decades passed, I would bring the piece and the quote up whenever I happened to be talking about how the United States conditions its people to believe in self interest above all else, from a very young age. But I could never remember what the special was actually called, and many people thought I was just misremembering Wall Street, which again I've never seen and don't plan to. But I did start to wonder if I was misremembering things. Did my inherent bias against the American Dream and subsequent evolution into an adult who was recently told they "might be kind of an anarchist" perhaps cause me to think of this obscure 90's special as worse than it was?

I'm pleased to announce that no, it did not. I finally tracked the thing down (it's on YouTube in six 7-minute parts) and was just as horrified and angry about it as I was when I was a teenager. Some of my favorite terrible things from it include:

John Stossel calling scientists "greedy for knowledge" and artists "greedy to create something new."

John Stossel talking about some experiment where people could take dollars bills from a bowl, but every ten seconds if there something left, the money would be doubled, and using the group's initial inability to not just grab all the money immediately as proof that people are inherently greedy all the time - despite the fact that they later decided to work together to take the money in shifts to make sure everyone got some, which Stossel decided was proof that only greed can inspire teamwork.

"Children who are born into poverty are fascinated by capitalism" said by a guy who randomly decided to leave his import/export business to teach business math at "the worst school in New York City." Stossel then added "We tend to think of capitalism as something only the privileged practice, but it's actually the great equalizer." This was then followed by objectivist philosopher and Ayn Rand fanboy David Kelly saying "It's the poor who need capitalism the most." At no point did any of these men ponder the root causes of poverty.

The entire section with Jeff Ellis, who owns a for-profit lifeguard training business that (at the time, not sure if they still) actively stalks and films their lifeguards at random while they're on the job to make sure they're not slacking off. The point of the segment is that you get better quality lifeguards from a for-profit program than from a non-profit, like the Red Cross. Never mind how underfunded non-profits are, or the fact that anyone will perform better when they know they're being spied on. This is one of the few sections I vividly remembered from high school, for some reason.

Pretty much everything that comes out of David Kelly's mouth.

Computer Chip CEO TJ Rogers laying off hundreds of employees despite his company making a profit and being worth 2.8 billion dollars, then telling us in his mansion next to his private vineyard that, "I build it, I own it, I deserve it," followed by "I could take what I have and never have to work another day in my life," then finally, "...the world's better off when I make a dollar than when I don't." We're supposed to be on his side, because he created new wealth.

John Stossel saying to the audience "Frankly, I didn't see any of you turning down your last pay raise" like it's some kind of profound wisdom. Joke's on him, the only pay raise I've ever gotten without changing positions was $1, which I wasn't even given the choice to refuse.

The continued insistence that the richer these CEO's get the better off "we" will be, as if Stossel is a.) one of "us" and b.) presenting any genuine evidence to support this claim beyond "creating more wealth and jobs is a thing."

TJ getting mad at Ted Turner because he gives money away, saying he should instead take his money and "invest it, you can't help people any other, better way than to invest it and to have the companies and buildings and plants that are created with his investment create wealth and jobs and products for other people."

Ted Turner asking John Stossel why the rich can't create jobs and give money to those in need, to which Stossel answers, "because you and Bill Gates are so good at creating jobs, and isn't that the best gift?" which causes Ted Turner to walk off as everyone on set laughs at him.

"So the next time someone tells you you're greedy, tell them that greed created civilization, is that so bad?"

I realize I just basically recapped this entire monstrosity rather than listed the highlights. I also realize the futility of getting angry at something that's over twenty-five years old. I'm less angry about the special itself, and more angry that an educator tasked with teaching economics felt the need to devote an entire class to this, but failed to teach any of us how to do our taxes. Or about where our taxes go. Or about the literal financial crisis that was happening around us. But then, if you truly believe that greed is good, then discussion how greed just completely destroyed everything isn't something you'd want to touch with a ten foot poll.

My mother later met my economics teacher at some sort of school event. She knew how much I hated this class and this teacher, but was polite about it. My teacher commented that I was "a bit of socialist" but then said, "most are at that age."

I hated economics class.

I still hate that economics class.

Greed is not good.

[the-writer-in-the-winter-forest]

Homestead Journal Entries: 1.0

Nicholas Romano Entry

If you were to ask anyone exactly what they were doing on October 14th, 2051 when the news of extraterrestrial contact had spread across the globe, they'd be able to recall every detail.

Seems like everyone knew exactly how to feel and what to think of it all at the time.

All I could think about was how excited I was.

Jennifer Kelly Entry

The Streets of Austin were filled with crazed people forming groups huddled into any store, bar, or restaurant that had a Tv or radio broadcasting the retrieval of an alien craft that had crashed out in the pacific ocean.

I had been in town meeting friends when Maizah called Nicky shortly after.

They both told me to stay safe.

How the hell is anyone supposed to do that now?

Maizah Bashir Entry

I was visiting family in Mecca when we heard the news. My siblings and I sat in silence and shock my aunties were praying feverishly as we all watched the live broadcast at the crash site in the Pacific.

I remember how tightly Baba was holding Ammi's hand. Children never forget the looks on their parent's faces when they see how afraid they are.

My family and I didn't know what to think let alone what to do.

Looking back on it now I think that's what scared me the most, not knowing what would come next.

Even now, that fear hasn't completely gone away.

Theodore Sullivan Entry

I always push through fears when regarding the unknown. I was always taught that there is nothing to fear once you understand it.

Science is always rooted in facts. Truth.

The same can be said for someone's emotions and instincts.

Everything about this crash in the Pacific is making me question if the unknown, in this case, is worth the risk of looking into.

I mean, every discovery comes with the chances of unavoidable dangers.

And once you open those gates they aren't so easy to close again.

Zander Khale Entry

I know that years from now I'll never forget the thudding in my chest when the coast guard and I inched closer and closer to the ship that crashed out in the Pacific.

I'm still amazed that I hadn't blacked out from the sheer amount of overload that my mind was experiencing.

Millions of questions that I wasn't sure I knew how to ask let alone to whom.

I kept thinking about my parents, and my siblings. What would they do if they were in my position? Would they be thinking the same things, feeling the same things?

Venette Izen Entry

My light within has always been a comfort for me. Always constant, always growing with me. But I feel it dimming more and more every day.

I've hidden it well, and with the empathic abilities of my species, that is no simple task.

The physicality of the effort is exhausting as well as an emotional toll.

I feel out of place, wrong, fading.

Gaana'Kosh Entry

I have seen countless buildings across Tholme in ruin, and yet seeing the remnants of my dear seminar halls is what causes me the most heartache.

I once expanded minds in this very room. Provided countless answers to questions or at least ponder and discuss them with my students until we come to a suitable answer.

Papers and texts lay in tattered ruins. The presentation slate at the front of the room still held a few smudged scribbles from the very last lesson I gave.

I search the room for anything else salvageable though I only use the excuses to visit this spot when I can.

Despite the pain, it brings I still visit, I reminder of what once was.

My time to leave becomes clear when I feel the ground beneath me tremble. Time to return to my family.

Survival doesn't wait for anyone.

Peth'lyn Entry

Evolutionary renewal

An occurrence that happens every dozen thousand years or so. They are very few, in the billion years of our home's existence, only three have taken place.

Events brought on by natural occurrences bring about an excision event that devastates Tholme and its populists.

I fear however that this civil conflict is what will be the first renewal that is caused by our own people.

My boys, my children were so eager to fight. Even more eager to pick their sides on who they deemed right and wrong.

I can take no more of it. Gaan has orchestrated a plan for us and a few others to get off-world and retreat somewhere safe to wait out the conflict.

Very few Tholmes have ventured from our home, but I've gotten tired of survival.

I'm sorry to my family, to my home, but you both only offer nothing but death. 

[system-of-a-feather]

I guess I'll settle with this soundtrack for now. But honestly the whole autism diagnosis came up because we were trying to pass by one of our long term confusions by which is just how extremely low personal understanding and motivation to be "part of a group" or to gain approval or maintain attachments and just this general deeply rooted social instinct and all that people seem to have that we just really don't. Cause it goes beyond just trauma and dissociation on the account that we literally don't have a part that expresses grief over our parents neglect or abuse in the sense of being loved, nor do we have a part that clings to an abuser nor have we ever really been motivated to try to make someone like us beyond how we were taught to "pick people that needed us to be our friends cause they'd be more loyal" (its fucked in practice we know). We just have this huge subtype of alter like completely missing in our system and have little reason to suspect they are there. We have this large adversion to molding to someone else's standards or joining a group someone else made because we don't innately care about JOINING anything and those that we do, we have a horrible tendency to dominate and take it over and co-opt the group under us cause we don't change for our environment and peers, we change the environment and peers for us or leave

And we keep it in check and shit, but every few months our subsystem especially (minus XIV) sit here and try to figure out what is wrong with us (not derogatory, cause we dont care if something is "wrong" or "broken" its whatever, it just is an INCOMPLETE picture and mystery we cant solve) cause in every trauma space, DID space, AuDHD and all space we go into we always just get hit with the realization that we REALLY don't understand or relate to what seems to be this innate need and drive and desire for belonging and how most people experience love, cause we have parts that exudingly love people and things, but even then we still look at it and go "well we could live without it at any point"

So its just always baffled us. NPD and ASPD kinda explained shit but not really, and Autism kinda explained shit, but not really and C-PTSD, DID, and attachment styles explained shit but not enough that it felt like the right piece in the puzzle

And honestly I think its a combination between what our therapist called one of the three main types / theories of autism which is the "doesn't differentiate between objects and people in terms of empathy and attachment" combined with disorganized/dismissive attachment and the autism + excessive trauma and neglect + attachment style issues + the amount of crisises we faced at a young age and survived ended up just creating this stupidly absurd independence and sense of self agency that we just kinda completely missed this whole... social support thing cause we just jumped into creating social systems and organizations before ever being part of one

But thats a lot of hogwash, cause really we still never got a clear issue or fully pieced together answer as to What the Fuck is with us, cause with however much we've hung around in mental illness communities we really havent found many people with the sheer level of deep rooted hyper independence and deep inability to understand the need to fit in like, at all.

Its weird shit honestly and it really doesn't matter to us in practice or how we see ourselves as we have zero intent to fix it anymore than we already keep an eye out to keep it from being maladaptive - XIV everytime we spend time pondering this always goes "for real guys who TF cares it serves us like a god" - but Riku and I sit here with our hands on our chin cause we know it doesnt mean shit but we really like to have our completed webbed visions of how shit works internally and with the world and thosr around us and this thing is just a black hole in our understanding of ourselves as a whole and our relation to others.

(Btw im a gatekeeper so I'm allowed to do this and give Riku the pass to do this, I've been greenlit by Ray as well so dw /hj)

See the thing in our system thats annoying about being a fragment is that unlike the more developed parts that have a musical signature and natural draw to music that the system then intentionally conditions and gives rights to - I just don't have anything that stands out and I'm like "You know maybe I'll be involved more, I kind of like how things make my brain work, I should try to set up a means of contact by finding my music signature" and I just don't have it or any clue what it would be

Like yay. This is helpful

-404

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Empty Mugs and Unexpected Hugs (H.O) 🔥

Word count: 3.3K

Enemies to lovers

(HarrisonOsterfeildxReader)

Warnings: Smut (fingering, unprotected sex *Wrap it up*) cussing, that’s probably it..

🌼🌸 MASTERLIST 🌸🌼

With Tom came Harrison, you knew that. What you didn't know was when you had agreed to a roommate situation with Tom, you were also agreeing to one with Haz. “Tom, you said ‘would you like to live with me.’ not ‘me and Haz’” you told him as you stared at the blonde boy who was carrying box after box. He opted to do this shirtless, despite the cold London breeze. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on his overly defined chest, and you hated the way you longed to reach out and touch him.

“I figured you just knew?” Tom said coyly rubbing the back of his neck as he saw the way you stared down his best friend. He wasn't blind, he knew the hatred you supposedly had towards Haz was something with much deeper roots, but anytime he tried to figure it out, you would deflect and change the subject.

“I'm not doing either of your dishes,” you said loudly enough to catch Harrison's attention.

“Wouldn't expect you to, princess,” he winked at you. With a loud groan, and a dramatic flip of your hair, you proceed to your empty room to unpack your things.

Living with Tom and Harrison was way more entertaining than you had ever thought possible. Most nights were spent at the dining room table with one to many empty beer bottles laid out in front of you, while you laughed and joked about things that were probably not funny. Of course there were also the quiet days when Tom was away filming with Haz in tow, and on those days you would usually have the company of one or both of the twins.

“You should just admit you love him,” Sam said suddenly while you were taking a sip of your beer, causing you to spit your drink all over the table.

“Sammy!” You cried out the sting of beer in your nostrils. “I do not,”

“Y/N, It's written all over your face,” Harry argued. They were supposed to be on your side, you had been friends with the twins for years, the only reason you even knew Tom, was because of Sam and Harry..

“I do not love Harrison,” You told them, but even you were unconvinced by your own words.

It was late when you heard the front door to the flat open. The twins had left a few hours prior, Tom was in the states, and Harrison was with him, so who was coming into the apartment?

You were in just a shirt, an old one of Harrison's you had taken a while back, and a pair of cheeky underwear. Tip toeing to your bedroom door and grabbing a golf club from your bag, you proceeded to sneak down the hallway to the large living area where the front door was. Your heart was pounding with the thought of having to defend the place against an intruder, in just your underwear nonetheless. You saw a shadow, next to the couch, and raised the club ready to attack. As soon as you went for it, the lamp flicked on and Harrison saw you charging towards him with a golf club. Luckily he had fast reflexes, catching the club in one hand and your quickly moving body in the other. “Christ Y/N. What are you doing?” he asked, holding your body close to his. You felt your muscles relax into him, thankful he was in fact not an intruder, and you wouldn't have to explain why there was an intruder beaten and bloody by your hand to the authorities.

“I thought you were a robber,” You admitted coyly, stepping back a bit to look at him. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into yours, a small smile on his lips as his eyes trailed down your overly exposed body.

“So you would charge at an intruder with a bright pink putter, in just your underwear?” he asked you. “Also is that my shirt?” you could feel your cheeks heat up. You pushed away from his body with a scoff and turned to go back to your room, already done with him, but his hand caught your wrist, pulling your body back into his arms. His grip was tight as he held your body close to his. Something was off. Something was wrong. This was abnormal, Haz without Tom, and showing you any sort of affection.

“Hazzy, why are you home?” You asked, finally wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting the unexpected hug that you usually would not share with Him.

“Family stuff, I've been back for a few days. Just been with my mom,” He said, still holding you. You instinctively hug him tighter, getting the feeling that something bad had happened.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. To which he just hummed into your head, still holding you.

“Better now,” He whispers. You're so confused, and exposed. You hear the twins' voices in the back of your head. ‘Just admit it, you love him.’ Was that what you had been feeling for months on end? Is that the feeling you were feeling now, making your stomach turn? “I missed you,” He whispers and you swear you could feel him press a kiss against the top of your head. It's too much, so suddenly.

“I need to..” you push your body away, scrambling to find any words to get you away, your mind is clouded by thoughts and feelings. “Pants,” You finally let out, leaving Harrison in the living room, stunned at how flustered you had become in the matter of a millisecond.

As soon as you're back in your room, you let out a groan, you're so confused. He missed you? You? y/n? Why would he miss you? All the two of you did was bicker, bicker and flirt. Flirt. Because you did in fact have feelings for Harrison. Feelings that were not not supposed to be had towards him..

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you haven't even put on pants yet when his voice calls to you through the closed door.

“Sure,” You call out to him, desperately searching your floor for the discarded sweats you had had on a few hours before. Nowhere, great. He cleared his throat from behind you, while you were bent over, ass on full display. Fully aware now, of how exposed you are you decide to just crawl under your blanket on your bed.

“Did I do something?” He asked, concern plastered all over his face.

“What? No, why would you think-”

“You just ran from me, like literally ran, after trying to attack me with a golf club,” He points out, making you cringe.

“I- Uh, yeah. I'm sorry about nearly attacking you,” You mumble, a little more embarrassed than you'd like to admit.

“So why'd you run away?” he pondered, watching you closely as you struggled to find your words. Unbeknownst to you Harrison was also having an internal crisis. You were Y/N. Someone Tom considered a little sister, Harry and Sam's best friend, but he couldn't help the way that you made him smile every time you couldn't open a jar, and would defeatedly ask him for help after way too long of attempting it yourself. Or the way you would curse at the line of dirt that you could never seem to sweep into the dustpan. The way you would always make a cup of tea before finishing the last, leaving so many mugs with a single drink all over the place, something that would drive any other person crazy, but he just found it endearing, and was sure if it ever stopped, he would miss it.

“You said you missed me,” You finally managed to say, making a smile spread over Harrison's lips. He took a chance, stepping into your room, towards where you were sitting on the bed, and when you didn't object, he crossed the empty space sitting right next to you.

“I did miss you,” He said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently.

“We fight, and argue,” You started, obviously ready to explain all the reasons he shouldn't have missed you.

“And we flirt, and share memories, and glances. You drive me nuts y/n. But the second I step out that door, I miss it all. The obnoxious quirks, the way you can't pronounce some things correctly, no matter how often I correct you. I miss hearing you call out goodnight to me in the nighttime, and how you always wish me to have sweet dreams. I don't know when, or why it happened, but yeah. When I'm gone I miss you,” you feel a tear escape your eye at his confession, not sure exactly what to say or think for that matter. His finger caresses your cheek wiping the tear from your face.

“Haz?” You whisper.

“Yes?” He asks, full attention turned to you.

“I miss you when you're gone too,” You finally admit, a weight lifting from your chest. He's thankful to know his feelings aren't completely one sided. Your admission of missing him is at least enough to confirm that you don't actually hate him. “Can I be honest?” You ask, catching even yourself off guard.

“Please,” He says, waiting for you to say whatever you had to say.

“I- '' You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for rejection and embarrassment, but if you wait much longer, you'll never say what you have to. “I get so irritated with you, because everything you do just draws me in. I can't not stare, or listen. It drives me nuts, to be so flustered by everything that you do, and it's the simple things Haz, the way you insist on sitting on the left side of the couch, or how you always make sure I've eaten after a long day. The way you constantly clean up my mugs that I leave everywhere, and you have never once said a thing about them, even if you have had every right to,” you don't even want to look at him, afraid he will be appalled, but you have to say it. “I’m pretty sure I've managed to fall in love with you, while trying desperately to hate you,” you whisper.

That's enough of a confirmation for Harrison, that you're on the same page. With his hand gently on your face, pulling your chin up towards him, he leans in, pressing his lips ever so gently against yours. And the electricity that you both feel from the slightest touch? Fucking magic.

“I tried so hard not to love you,” He whispers. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes gazing directly into yours, and it's like you're looking at the sky on a clear summer day. “And dear God did I fail,” he whispers, making you melt. He leans back down, this time kissing you with something so much more. It's meaningful, it's beautiful, it's everything you have wanted without realizing it. Your hands are against his chest, feeling each thud of his heart, while his are cupping your face. He kisses you like his life depends on it, and in that moment it surely feels like it does. He deepens the kiss, his tongue making its appearance in your mouth. It's everything and more. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to extend this moment forever, and his slip down to your waist, pulling you closer. He pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispers, as he caresses your cheek. Eyes searching your face, making sure he's not crossing a line. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes and letting a soft humm leave your lips. With no objection from you, he reconnects your lips for a third time tonight. This time it's hot, so so hot. You can feel the ache forming in your stomach as his lips move from yours to your neck. You need him, you have to have him, just a little taste and you realize you have been starving. With a swift motion you're straddling him now, leaning down into him instead of leaning up, giving him so much more access to your neck and jaw, and then he remembers an unanswered question from before.

“This is my shirt,” He says, this time it's not a question, just a statement.

“Yeah,” You giggle. His eyebrows raise a bit as he remembers all the shirts that have seemingly disappeared over the last few months.

“Do you have others?” He asks. You feel like you have been caught red handed, nowhere to go or hide.

“I- Yes,” You admit. “I like to sleep in them,”

“In just your underwear?” He asks, to which you shyly nod. He throws his head back and lets out a dramatic sigh. He's done for, “That is so fucking hot,” he mutters before leaning back in taking your bottom lip between his and sucking it slightly. He feels his pants tighten as your hips grind into him instinctively, and you're so wet and warm he can practically feel it through his jeans.

“Hazzy,” you moan as he pushes you down onto him, providing a friction you desperately need, even though it's not what you want.

“What is it?” He asks you, as he does it a second time. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, and you don't know if you can even express what it is you want.

“Can you..” You trail off.

“Can i?” he asks, needing to hear you say it out loud.

“Touch me?” The words are like music to his ears, flipping you onto your back as he slips his hand between your bodies, running his fingers along the damp fabric of your ruined panties. The fact that you're this wet from just kissing is driving him crazy. He slips his hand into your panties, finally sliding his long digits along your slit. One thing about Harrison that drove you absolutely crazy was his hands, because dear god were they perfect, his long fingers and veiny tops, you'd be lying if you said you had never gotten off imagining his fingers in the place of yours, and now, actually having the real thing, you felt like you were flying.

As he slid his finger inside you, you let out a gasp, his being so much bigger than your own, and it being way too long since you had been with anyone.

“Say the word and I'll stop,” He says, as he looks at your face twisted in pleasure, but he can't tell that it's not pain, he's never seen you like this before. This is a whole new territory.

“Please.. Please don't,” You nearly beg as your hips buck against his hand. The smirk that replaces the concern on his face is unbelievably hot, his pupils are blown with lust and you're sure yours are as well. He thrusts his one finger in and out grazing against your spot each and every time, his palm rubbing your clit as he does so. You're going to lose it, this is so much better than you could have ever imagined. He pulls his finger out, causing a whine from you, which quickly turns to a gasp as he replaces it with two. If you're falling apart to his fingers you're not sure how you'll be able to handle his cock.

“Hazzy,” You moan out, right on the brink of losing it.

“Come on my fingers princess,” He coos, and that is precisely what you do, your whole body shakes in pleasure, and your toes curl, and he keeps going, as your walls squeeze tightly around his fingers.

Once your legs finally stop shaking he pulls his hand away, and although that was probably the most powerful orgasm you had ever had, it is not nearly enough. “Haz.” You say quietly as he peppers kisses on your neck.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Need more, need you,” you say, and his head peaks up, a smile on his face, a bit in excitement, a bit in surprise.

“You sure?” he asks, to which you respond by kissing him, you nibble at his bottom lip, and he lets out a moan. You reach down unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down, and he assists you in pulling them down. You can clearly see his length through his boxers, his cock, rock hard and leaking on to his boxers, it's flattering. You let your fingers trail his length and you can feel his eyes on your hand, and you're not sure if he's worried, nervous, or excited. You slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, and you can see the violent red hue of the tip, he's begging to be touched and he hasn't even said a thing. You wrap your hand around him and he lets out a gasp at the sudden contact, you stroke your hand up and down a few times before, he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs over you. He slides his fingers in the hem of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs, before dropping them to the floor, and then takes his time lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his chest, you follow suit, and throw the shirt you had on to the ground. You're both completely naked now, no turning back, you've made it this far already.

"Y/n, baby we don't have to," he whispers against your ear.

"Hazzy, stop worrying and fuck me please," you nearly beg as you pull his lips to yours in a desperately hungry kiss.

"Christ," he mutters as he lines himself at your entrance, pushing into you at a slow, agonizing speed. Of course he's only doing this to make sure you're ok, his fingers seemed like so much to your tight pussy he's worried he's going to hurt you. But the way you moan out his name gives him full confidence that you in fact are fine. Once he's fully sure you're fine to take him, he speeds up his thrusts, finding a place that is perfect for the both of you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into you. You're not sure you're going to last long.

"Not gonna last," you moan into his lips.

"S'okay, me either," he says back. He slips his hand down, rubbing your clit strategically. You let out another loud moan before his name leaves your lips, repeatedly as you convulse around his cock, and it's only one more thrust before he completely empties himself into you.

It's a few quiet moments of your bodies laying flush against each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex. "I'm gonna clean you up," he whispers in your ear before pushing himself up and off of you. He disappears from the room for what feels like an eternity, but is back within a minute with a warm rag and a glass of water, and he then cleans you up, being gentle with how sensitive you now are.

Your eyes get heavy after everything is said and done, and you're worried he's going to disappear from your room, but he lays next to you instead. Pulling you into his arms.

"Hazzy?" You whisper after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything ok with your family?" You ask, getting worried this may have been a lapse in judgement on his part because of heightened emotions.

"Yes. Char decided to give us a scare and disappear for a weekend, so I came back to try and keep my mom from murdering her," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Oh," you giggled.

"Y/n?" He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I meant it. I missed you," he says, pressing a kiss atop of your head. You smile before falling asleep in his arms. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it would be forever. All you knew was it felt right.

[adelior]

Name: Unconditionally

Author: R. Adelio

Genre: Romance, Minecraft, Comedy, Fluff

Main Lead: Technoblade, Dreamwastaken, DreamXD

Female Lead: Reader

Chapter: 3

Special Addition: Tchnomaid, Blob Dream, Accidental Marriage To Technoblade

Letters: 8,087

Tag: Territorial Behavior, Delusional Behavior From Wilbur, Wilbur Slowly Tipping Away Into Madness, Fluff, Possessiveness, Deep Kisses, Blob Dream

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Wilbur stood up, his fists clenching. You noticed the odd behavior coming from the brunette, it was unusual for him to look so stressed, and on top of that bothered. "Wil, what's wrong? You can't just lie to me if something is happening" You caught the way his fists tightened. "Don't worry, it's nothing."

He gave you a reassuring smile, turning to the door and leaving you behind with a questionable expression on his face. Wilbur looked pissed, but what could it possibly be that made him this distressed.

° ° °

"M-Mm.." You whimpered, eyes closed as the being kept exploring your mouth with its tongue. His eyes narrowed, enjoying the way your body reacted so naturally to his. "So obedient even in your slumber." The blonde complimented but stopped in his tracks when he sees a man in the corner of his eye.

XD quickly became defensive, hiding your unconscious body under his cloak. "What the.." Wilbur's eyes widened, teeth pulled back into a snarl. "LET HER GO-" The God chuckled, softly patting your head from above his cloak. "A mere human, ordering me to submit what is mine? How ridiculous." He said as he looked down, admiring your kissable lips.

"I'll fucking kill you if you don't let her go."

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Even thinking back to what he saw gave him the shivers. A God, specifically DreamXD being infatuated with a human? And not just any human, but it just had to be you, someone who he sees as more than just a friend. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath as soon as he exited your room. Once he was far away he punched the nearest wall. "DAMNIT."

"Wilbur..-?" Tommy's voice softened, he was about to call out to him but decided that maybe it wasn't a good idea. "What do you want Tommy?!" Wilbur screamed, stepping back once he realized that he had raised his voice. "Sorry, I'm just.. Stressed from all of this" He chuckled, stroking his bangs back with a sigh.

"That's.. fine? But enough from that man, what are we gonna do about the problem? We can't fucking contact Techno or Phil without actually going to where they are"

"Tommy, I'm well aware that it'll take days for us to get there but it's alright. As long as we resolve this problem we shouldn't complain about it."

"What about [Name]? Will we bring her along?" The kid asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. Soot knew how much Tommy wanted you to experience the world, more than anybody else. "We aren't bringing her, neither are we bringing anybody else. It'll just be us two."

"WHAT? Bro, I'm gonna fucking starve out there. Not to mention it's gonna be cold as fuck in that damn tundra." He complained, childishly stomping his feet on the ground. "Tommy, it's for the sake of everyone, for us. Now, will you join me or not?"

Tommy pondered but eventually gave in with a grumble. "Fine, we better stop by at Tubbo's place when we're heading out"

"Deal."

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"If you need anything just let me know," Niki said in a soft voice, pressing her hand against your neck, checking if you have a fever. "Niki- I'm not sick so it's okay!" Despite your words, she still looked somewhat puzzled. As if she couldn't connect something but was restricted to tell you. "Well, alright! I'll be at my cottage so just ping me whenever"

"Alright" You responded. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind" She smiled, turning to exit your room. "Is she doing okay?" Tubbo asked in a worried tone, earning a nod from the passing female. "Thank god.." Sighing, he walked in once Niki left the room. The goat hybrid came closer to where you sat on your bed, his hands behind his back.

"Tubbo?"

"Yeahhhhhh?" He dragged his words along, smiling happily as if he's waiting for you to ask what he was hiding, it made you laugh. "Haha, what's in your hand?"

"Oh, this?!" Tubbo happily revealed the flower crown, one that he crafted himself. It took a few hours, but he was able to pick out your favorite flowers on his way back during their exposition. "Wait... Is that for me-" He nodded, gently placing the flower crown on your head. "It suits you! I hope you like it"

"Like it? I LOVE IT TUBBO! Thank you! When did you even have time to make this?" You asked, earning a confident 'hah' from the boy. "I was able to pick out a few of your favorite flowers on our way back. I saw them so I asked Wilbur if I was allowed to bring them home"

Too sweet, you thought. Tubbo was a child who always looked at you with stars in his eyes. It was as if you were one of the many thousands of pulsars that adorned the limitless sky, something that he always admired. "Look I even made one for me, so now we match," He said as he showed his own, one that was decorated in yellow, black, and white flowers.

"How does it look?" Tubbo asked with a sheepish smile. "It looks amazing" You returned the same expression, causing the boy to laugh in satisfaction. "Fuck yeah!"

"Tubboooooooo" Fundy said as he peeked from the door, waving at both you and the male. "We gotta go out now, didn't you say you wanted bees for your bee farm?"

"OH YEAH!"

"Bee farm-" You stared at the brunette with a baffled look on your face. "Oh sorry I didn't tell you, but I'm planning to make a bee farm! I love bees"

Smiling, you waved both of them off. It was always nice to hear Tubbo express his liking for bees. You couldn't blame him for liking them, after all, they were cute when they didn't viciously attack you. "Man now I feel fucking old" You muttered, falling back onto your pillows. "Not to mention, everyone has something to do apart from me"

'Damn that just makes me seem like a freeloader' You thought in your head, smirking at how stupid it was. "Wait I could help farm the Nether Warts-" With that, you quickly changed your clothes and head towards the Nether Portal room. 'I could at least do this. And if I get caught I could just say that I'm preparing ingredients for future potions that I'll be brewing.'

You praised yourself, patting your hand against your right shoulder with a smug smile. 'I'm so smart'

Minutes passed, and you've been working away with growing the Nether Wart farm that's been installed beside the Portal. You managed to harvest at least a stack or two before you became tired. It was more tiring than you expected, but you didn't care. Being able to move around was better than sitting in a singular spot.

"Farming Nether Wart sure is tiring huh?" A male voice asked. "It sure is, takes a lot more strength to pull them out compared to normal crops." You replied, groaning. "That may be true but did you know you could easily harvest them if you heated the roots with lava?"

"Oh, rea- WHAT THE FUCK" You realized how familiar the voice was once your brain started to regain energy after all the moving. "You scared the shit out of me Clay-"

"My bad~" He smirked, pushing himself off of the Nether Portal that was.. lit again..? But how, how did the portal appear again? "Since when did that portal reopen?" You questioned, walking past the male who was outstretching his arms, expecting a hug. "How the hell is this..-"

"Rude, I didn't even get a hello how are you hug?" You glared back at him, nodding to the portal that you were curious about, silently telling him to explain himself. "I wanted to see you again, so I thought I should light it."

"Light it? Are you saying you were the one to destroy that portal in the first pla-"

[SLAM]

You stiffened in your spot, back pressing against the wall as you feel Clay's staggered breaths fan over your face. "You know... You should be grateful I came all the way here just to see you, on top of that with an.." He stumbled forward, body leaning over yours as he continued to breathe heavily.

"Hey, are you oka- CLAY YOU'RE BLEEDING-"

"It's fine." The man breathed out, lips dangerously close to your neck. "What do you mean it's fine?! Let me heal you with potions are you insane?!"

"Just.." His voice softened, body slowly getting smaller and smaller. "Let me rest.."

[POOF]

'Huh' You stood there confused, a gust of wind blowing in your direction. He was gone, and what was left was a white blob that happily pressed its cheeks against your neck. "What the- FU-"

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ec: @quacobs (instagram)

[ghostly-writers]

My favourite patient

SMASH!. The terracotta pot shatters across the floor, spreading red shards mixed with soil and bits of roots across the stone floor. Nicky looked at it shaken slightly. He turned to the stairs. The basement was normally quite dark and he wasn't watching where he was going so he didn't see the rake that was in his path. “NICKY ARE YOU OK?!” He heard his dad call from up the stairs. Nicky replied with a “YEAH!” He sighed ‘you should have turned the lights on’ but oh well it was too late for that. Nicky picked up the broom from the corner and began to sweep the mess up.

“That was such a pretty rose…Diane would have liked it” Diane was Nicky's coworker who was always making sure he was ok after his mother died a few years ago. Jay, his dad was grief stricken but decided to keep the flower shop to keep her memory alive. “Well done ya clutz” he heard Diane II say from behind him. “Shut up” he said he hadn't been concentrating lately because of the lightheadedness and dizziness he had been experiencing. “This is probably your fault” he said bitterly DianaeII let out a husky laugh low and predatory “why would you think that?” He asked Nicky sighed. “Probably because of all the blood loss” he spat out.

Diane II seemed to roll its non-existent eyes and laugh again “you could always feed me something else~” it purred. Nicky stiffened before turning around on his heels and fixing the alien plant with an angry look. “Don't. Even. Think. About. It.” He said. He knew the plant wanted human flesh but Nicky couldn’t bring himself to kill he wasn't a murderer. He finished sweeping up the pot pieces and dumped them in the trash slowly ascending the stairs. He stopped and turned to the plant “If you keep quiet and don't cause any trouble I’ll pick you up some steak from the butchers”. The plant seemed to ponder over the offer before slowly nodding “yeah! I’ll be as quiet as a mouse!” Nicky rolled his eyes “yeah yeah just be quiet”. He slowly walked up the stairs before entering the main shop.

“Hey Nicky,” Diane said cheerfully behind him Nicky turned around and smiled warmly at her “hey Diane!” he said she placed the pot she was holding onto the counter and put her hands on her hips. “I heard the pot smash, are you ok?” Nicky nodded quickly, hiding his hands behind his back; he didn't want her getting worried. “Y...yeah! I'm fine!” he said quickly. Diane nodded slowly, eyeing him suspiciously. She picked up the plant walking over to the shelves and arranged it nicely, smiling sweetly at it. Nicky felt a sharp pain go through his teeth “oww” he whimpered rubbing his sore jaw.

“Is your tooth still hurting?” She asked Nicky nodded slowly still holding his irritated mouth. He had been having tooth and gum problems for a while now but he didnt know why. He didn't eat anything sugary and always brushed his teeth so he didn know where this sudden irritation and pain from his gums and teeth had come from. Nicky sighed and opened the cash register, his eyes furrowing at the lack of profit there was. He knew business was slow after his mum but it was getting worse now. He walked over to the front door turning the open sign to close. His dad said when business was especially slow they should just close up early. 

DING! The doorbell tingled, making Nicky's hopes leap for a few seconds thinking they may have a customer who would buy a dozen roses or something like that! “Hello” a deep voice came from the man who was now standing inches away from the counter “Is Diane here?” They asked Nicky if he was dressed in a black leather jacket, boots,pants and a white almost lab coat. 

Nicky swallowed thickly. He didn't trust this guy, he seemed off a bit too friendly in a way “I..I don't think she is here” he stuttered out his hat falling over his face slightly the man's neck snapped up. “What?” he asked, Nicky swallowed again his voice came out even more cracked and wobbly as before “I don't think she is here” he said. The man stepped forward and leaned in close; he smelled of toothpaste “who are you?” he asked Nicky awkwardly smiled and stuck out his hand to shake “I…I’m Nicky Roth my dad owns this shop” The man grasped his hand firmly shaking it “I’m Theodore Peterson” he said Nicky nodded slowly pulling his collar nervously he hoped Diane came back soon this guy was giving him the creeps. “Teddy!” Nicky turned around to see Diane beaming at the man before rushing over and giving him a hug.

“Hey honey” he replied hugging her tightly Nicky could see him eyeing him through the crook of her arm, he gave a little awkward wave Diane pulled  away from the hug and turned to Nicky “this is Ted my boyfriend he's a dentist” Nicky shivered at the thought he never liked the dentist even when he was a child and did his best to avoid it. “Ted this is Nicky my friend” Ted slowly nodded “yeah I introduced myself to him”. Nicky nodded quickly “yeah we already met” Diane laughed “I hope you two get along” Ted smiled and nodded “yes…ready to go?” Diane nodded “oh and before I forget!” she motioned to Nicky “he won't go to the dentist and he has a toothache so can you maybe squeeze him into your schedule?” Nicky felt his blood go cold. Ted grinned but not normally he grinned wide and sadistic “of course!” He looked at Nicky still grinning “come by my office tomorrow at 9:00 and I’ll pull the little bastard out!” And with that they left, leaving Nicky wanting to curl up on the floor and die.

DIANE WHY?!

-the next day-

Nicky gulped as he waited in the dentist office in a leather chair. The office was quiet except for a few squirming and sniffling children who tried to convince their mum they didn't want to go to the dentist and Nicky didn't blame them; he was 20 and didn't trust the dentist. He saw people go in and out of the office holding their jaws and whimpering or crying and running out in distress. The emptier the office became the more Nicky started to stress out. He felt heart rate pick up when the last person came crying out of the office. “next!” Nicky heard the cry for the next patient he slowly stood up his legs suddenly feeling like jelly and entered the office awaiting his doom.

The office smelled like anaesthetics and…blood Nicky felt himself gag. He saw the tools all lined up if you could even call them that. If anything they looked like 50th century torture devices he saw Ted with his back turned to him humming while cleaning something “you beauty” he whispered under his breath Nicky took a step forward realiing what he was holding was a human tooth he gaged again what alerts Theodore who snapped his head in his direction like something out of a horror movie. “Nicholas!” he said cherrily…to cherrily Nicky nodded “have a seat” Ted said Nicky obeyed sitting in the seat like some sort of dog. 

“Now” Theodore stated, pulling up a chair and sitting by Nicky looming over him like a wolf cornering a rabbit “what's been wrong with your teeth?” Nicky shivered and smiled trying to think of an answer “I’ve just been sore” he desperately looked at the door “but you know what it has stopped hurting so I think I’ll be leaving!” He tried to sit up but was pushed down with a leather gloved hand and held firmly in place fingers digging into his chest. “Nonsense! If we leave it any longer it could decay further” Nicky didn't reply. He tried to get the hand of his chest but it was firmly in place and not going anywhere.

“I think you need to relax” Ted said a wide grin spread across his face he let go of Nickys chest and walked over to his tool rack smiling sadistically “here we are” he stated picking up a particular nasty tool “this will do nicely” it had sharp spikes coming out of every angle Nicky couldn't take it anymore he let out a wild scream and shot out of the chair running down the hallway panicked he heard Ted running after him “STOP HIM!” He screamed, Nicky took a sharp left and ran…straight into another doctor who looked at him confused. Nicky wanted to say something but he felt a hand press his shoulder “Sorry doctor this is my patient” He squeezed Nicky's shoulder tighter making him whimper “he's being a little flighty”. The doctor nodded and watched as Nicky was dragged back to the office.

Nicky struggled against the bonds tying him down; the thick leather straps kept him in place so he couldn't escape again; there were two pieces of cotton wool in his mouth that acted like a gag. He didn't know where the sadist had gone but he hoped he wasn't coming back. He should never have trusted him! The medical degrees on the wall were meant to give the illusion of trust but it didn't work on Nicky. He wanted this man's medical licence taken away now! 

Nicky knew he was trouble and he was right! He sighed and leaned back Theodores 'toys’ as he liked the call. They were all lined up in a neat row shining in the fake light “I’m back!” He heard Ted say as he walked back in the office closing the door behind him with a firm CLICK Nicky didn't look at him he felt the chair suddenly tip back he yelped and was suddenly lying flat “there we are…comfy?” Theodore asked Nicky to growl at him. “No” he wanted to say but resisted not wanting to piss the doctor off further than needed “now” Ted said picking up his first tool “let's have a look at those pretty teeth”.

-slight teeth pulling so please be careful-

Nicky saw the tool come near his mouth and he kept it firmly closed Theodore rolled his eyes “open.” The command was simple and firm but Nicky didn't dare open his mouth Ted looked at him angry almost “open. Your. Mouth” Nicky didn't he shook his head Theodore grabbed his jaw squeezing it until Nicky was forced to open. Ted pushed his thumb onto his tongue and tugged his jaw open further He pushed the tool in much to Nicky's discomfort. The cold metal made him shiver as it scraped against his teeth. He cringed, it was like this demon dentist was trying to draw out this appointment as much as possible- JAB Nicky froze,the tool had gotten beneath his sore tooth “owe!” he yelped but  it came out muffled. 

He was smiling. The bastard was smiling! He was enjoying Nicky's pain. Another sharp jolt of pain made Nicky whine again the tool was underneath it now “does that hurt?” Theodore asked with mock sympathy Nicky felt tears well in his eyes “YES!” He wanted to scream but couldn't. Blood was filling his mouth making him want to vomit the taste of Iron was everywhere. “Eughh” was all he could say as the tool twisted his tooth he was sweating now and gripping the chair thick tears streaming down his face “it's almost out” Theodore said.

CRACK!

Nicky let out a scream he felt the tooth shatter which made more tears spill down his cheeks he didn't care that the pieces were being picked out all he cared about was the pain he was now feeling. He kept crying and crying. The chair was slowly raised and he was untied. Theodore removed his gloves and leant back holding a black shard of tooth between his thumb and forefinger “there we are” he smirked “all better?” He was covered in blood, Nickys blood.

 Nicky didn't say anything, he kept crying as Theodore motioned to the sink beside him “rinse and spit '' he said after removing the cotton,Nicky did as he was told watching the pink water wash away. “C…can I go now?” He asked. Nicky now just wanted to go home and get some ice Theodore held up his hand “wait” he said, placing down the bit of tooth on the counter almost lovingly before picking something up and hiding it behind his back.

He leaned close to Nicky who leaned away like a scared child. “Here” Ted said, sticking something to his shirt, Nicky looked down and saw it was a sticker! It was a cartoon tooth that was brushing itself with the bright text saying “I went to the dentist!” Nicky looked at him confused “what-” he wanted to ask but didn't get the chance to as something was shoved in his mouth making him gag. He grabbed a hold of the stick and said “this is a lollipop”. The taste of sour apple filled his mouth. Theodore patted his head like he was a kid “it's for my favourite patient” Nicky didn't say anything  he slowly stood up and left the office “b..bye” he said exiting the building slowly walking home with his lollipop still in hand.He hated the dentist.

And he still needed to go to the butchers.

[oatmilkovich]

loved reading all your acting thoughts! there's been some talk in fandom lately about how gallavich kisses have changed over the course of the last 2 seasons and seem a bit awkward and perfunctory at times even vs. earlier seasons where they seemed much more 'natural' for lack of a better word. wondered if you had also observed this and had thoughts on this from an acting perspective. it sounds like the show got an intimacy coordinator recently and part of me wonders if that led to the change since noel and cam clearly didnt have issues throwing themselves into those scenes previously. i'm also still trying to wrap my head around the hos bloopers kiss and how that would have fit in (scripted or improv) but that's probably a whole other can of worms. they clearly seem very comfortable with each other after having worked together for so long, which is wonderful! anyway, just love hearing you talk about acting and cam and noel :)

hey!

thanks for the question, it’s a super interesting one. so i discussed this quite a bit with @xgoldendays – because we discuss everything. so michelle feel free to add your take if you want to! <3 

i’ve seen this conversation happen a lot on my various timelines in the last few days and honestly, kisses are kisses to me – idk maybe it’s because i’ve been watching the show for years and lived off the club kiss for an entire season, but the shift between kisses old vs new hasn’t really been significant enough to bother me. anyhow here’s my actor-y thoughts... 

firstly, an intimacy coordinator isn’t going to be like ‘don’t shove your tongue down each other’s throat’ – an intimacy coordinator is there to make sure no one is being exploited or taken advantage of during intimate scenes. it’s very unlikely that their introduction in the crew had very little impact on the way cam and noel kiss each other in the scenes. what is more likely to have impacted the way that they kiss is the writing. 

the club kiss, border kiss, docks kiss etc... are all born from moments that are very heightened. the stakes are HIGH, mickey and ian have things to say and things to lose with those kisses. noel and cam have a lot more to work with and sink their teeth into. we know as a fact that they improv-ed a lot of the docks scene – this naturally leads to more reactive and real responses. even in scenes where they’re not improv-ing, eg: the club kiss, the situation they’re in is so significant for both characters, so fuelled by the drama, that of course it’ll result in a passionate kiss. those moments are so much easier to ground yourself in as an actor. it’s okay for a silly horny kiss in an ambulance to be less. it’s okay for the good morning mr gallavich kitchen kiss to be less. those scenes are less. i understand why people would compare them, but it’s a little silly to me cause ian and mickey are in completely different places now. cam and noel are going to be interacting with those scenes differently now. 

i go on about it quite a bit, but there’s no stakes in the writing anymore. they’re married now, they’re not leaving each other at the mexico border worried they won’t see each other ever again, it’s okay for a kiss to be boring or less than the ones that have come before it because the show is different now. ian and mickey are different people than they were. cam and noel will have a different experience filming those scenes – they’re not going to be filled with as much passion or drama. in the grand scheme of the dramatic story of ian and mickey, their scenes now are boring – and that’s okay! and for cam and noel they’re gonna be less exciting and interesting to film! their acting is still very much rooted in truth, but given the lack of stakes and significance of those kisses, things are gonna be different! it’s completely understandable to me that they seem different. they’re still clearly very comfortable with each other (you can tell that by the hos kiss) but, imo, it’s simply that the scenes have less behind them, therefore their kisses have less behind them. like, i’m sure if the show actually allowed a truly pivotal moment for them again (take the proposal kiss for example, we know there was a lot cut in the editing room and that was a moment in the last few seasons WITH higher stakes) things may be different. 

in regards to the hos kiss – it’s up for your interpretation but i like thinking about it as just a silly extra gallavich kiss, rather than a moment of improv tacked onto the end of that episode. don’t think too hard about fitting it into the canon storyline, just let yourself enjoy it for what it was! <3 

thanks for the question, it was a great one to ponder because i have actually been thinking about it a little. 

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