#there are glaring issues everywhere that I don't want to care about...

[sunnymainecoonx]

Things change ig

Idk there's an idea here but eeeehhhhh...... I think I can do better tbh

[arandomao3user]

. . . Yeah, this is just me wanting to spread the canon "Tim falls asleep everywhere", " Tim has hallucinations", and Timbern propaganda. You cannot stop me.

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Tim, staring intensely across the table at Bernard:

Bernard, talking about his latest conspiracy involving how the Titanic never sank BECAUSE IT DIDN'T DUDE IT WAS THE SISTER SHIP OF THE TITANIC BECAUSE ALL THE RICH PEOPLE WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO GO ON JUST BACKED OUT AND THE INSURANCE MONEY DUDE AND THE SIDE THINGS DIDN'T MATCH YOU DON'T GET IT THE RICH ARE OUT FOR MONEY AND WILL HAVE OUR BLOOD IN ORDER TO GET MORE—:

Tim, abruptly falls asleep, face falling into his pasta:

Bernard, horrified screaming:

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Tim: It's not a health issue, just sometimes my head gets really light and I pass out and or hallucinate dead people.

Dick: You hallucinate dead people to? Twinning!

Jason: What the f#-% is wrong with this family?

Tim: Shut up, you attacked me at Titan's Tower when I was especially sleep deprived and painted the walls in my blood!

Jason:

Dick:

Jason: I NEVER F#-#%#-# DID THAT! MY WHOLE THING IS NOT HURTING KIDS, SURE I BEAT YOUR A#- ON OCCASION BUT I'D NEVER BRUTALLY ATTACK YOU IN TITAN'S TOWER, OF ALL PLACES!

Tim, pointing to his neck: Explain this scar then!

Dick: Tim, that's a paper cut you got from falling asleep on a calendar.

Tim: A likely story.

—

Bernard and Alfred in the kitchen, preparing dinner:

Cass and Duke, talking at the table:

Damian, setting the table:

Dick: I'm glad you made it for family dinner, Tim! It's been a while.

Jason: And Bernard?

Dick:

Dick, who is happy his brother is happy in a relationship, but also he doesn't trust Bernard for a damn minute because he's a freak in a culty and kinky way: I'm glad you made it for family dinner, Tim!

Jason, snickering:

Tim, who did not get any sleep last night:

Tim, passes out:

Bernard, hearing the thump from the kitchen: My bad.

Damian, snapping a picture:

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Tired Tiny! Tim: I can do patrol tonight! No worries!

Bruce, exhausted himself, has been crying all day, is only 20% sober: According to the monitor I had installed into your wrist to track your vitals, pulse, track you, and predict how many hours you sleep each night—

Tim: What?

Bruce: You only got two hours of sleep last night, and woke up four times in between those two hours. No patrol.

Tim: I can so patrol! D:<

Bruce: I said no.

Tim: I said yes.

Bruce: Who's in charge here?

Tim: Alfred, but he isn't here right now, and he made ME in charge when he isn't around, and I say I can go.

Bruce: I'm the adult.

Tim: Nuh uh!

Bruce: Fine. Fine! See how much I care! None of these kids ever listen to me!

Tim: Yay! :D

Tim, immediately after goes falling down and passing out:

Bruce: ALFRED!!! IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!!!

—

Tim, glaring at a cup of coffee: It speaks sinful thoughts to me...

Bernard: Babe, you don't like coffee.

Tim: Maybe I'm a masochist.

Bernard: I think I discovered that already when we took that weekend vacation to Italy and spent every hour of it in that hotel room, but that's not important right now.

Tim: We should go back there, they had good room service...

Bernard: They did, but that's still not the point. Put the coffee down.

Tim: We're out of zesti.

Bernard: I will get more, just don't drink that c#&%, you don't like it!

Tim, makes direct eye contact and sips it:

Bernard:

Tim:

Bernard:

Tim, choking immediately: THAT'S SO BAD!

Bernard: Stephanie warned me about this.

Tim, gagging into the sink:

Bernard: Haven't heard that sound in a while.

Tim: I'll never know peace again.

Bernard, lifting his finger to show his engagement ring: You signed up for it.

Tim, groaning: I meant the coffee, that was terrible.

Bernard: I told you.

Tim: You told me.

—

Tim and Bernard making out in Wayne Manors library

Jason, slamming open the door:

Jason, pointing a finger to Bernard: STOP DEFILING MY BROTHER!

Jason, pointing a finger to Tim: STOP MAKING OUT NEXT TO FRANKENSTEIN OR I WILL MAKE TITAN'S TOWER A REAL EVENT THAT HAPPENED!

Tim, still holding onto Bernard's hair: IT DID HAPPEN! YOU BROKE MY BONES AND SLIT MY THROAT!

Jason: Then where's the EVIDENCE!?

Tim, pointing to his neck: RIGHT HERE!

Bernard, still holding onto Tim's hips: That's a hickey, babe.

Tim:

Tim: IT'S UNDER THE HICKEY—

—

Bruce: New rule that's being enforced by Alfred.

*Groans from all the Batkids*

Duke: Nah, this doesn't apply to me since I got my Mom back.

Bruce: You don't even know what it is yet.

Jason: Your Mom's back?

Duke: Yup, helped her out and she's pretty good now.

Dick: Nice.

Duke: Thanks, man.

Bruce: ANYWAYS the rule is that in order to patrol we all need a minimum of six hours of sleep.

Stephanie: I'm in college and a vigilante, I should be excluded from this for college alone!

Dick, sweating: I don't even get six hours of sleep a month...

Jason: Ha, losers, I sleep amazing at night!

Cass: Lies, you cry yourself to sleep and beg for it to take you and write poetry at two in the morning about how sleep won't take you and not even death wants to keep you.

Jason:

Dick:

Bruce:

Steph:

Duke: You okay?

Jason: WHY IS THIS RULE BEING ENFORCED?!

Tim, wandering in, tripping over his own feet like a newborn giraffe:

Tim, stumbling to the bat computer to stare at the screen for exactly twelve and a half seconds:

Tim: Capitalism is at it's end stages and we're all doomed because of the American experiment.

Tim, promptly passing out, papers falling alongside him:

Bruce: That's why.

Damian, snapping a picture:

—

[anastasiabowe]

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 — what it's like having a husband who's a celebrity!

Note: Quick food for your pretty little thoughts 😍💕 (NSFW UNDER CUT!)

Content Warnings: rough kissing, p in v, photography of intimate times, oral (m receiving), switch (Choso),nipple play, desc of male parts. MDNI.

𝙎𝙁𝙒

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who not only was famous in general, he was quite popular with the ladies. Everywhere he went there would always be some underage girls trailing behind us, never realizing that they could never stand a chance with him. He already found his soulmate, and no matter how many beautiful girls he comes across will change that.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who has to silence his phone at night to not disrupt your early slumber, or has to take multiple social media breaks because of all the overwhelming messages he gets every day. He usually has to make new accounts that are private for only him and his family/friends to follow so he can posts photos of you both for distant relatives to see.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who has to sadly keep you a secret. Many times paparazzi have seen you two together, but never once could they recognize you, but the headlines were glaring with fake gossip about his personal life. "CHOSO KAMO'S SECRET LOVER?!" "DID CHOSO KAMO LIE IN HIS RECENT INTERVIEW?!" "WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN ALONGSIDE CHOSO KAMO?!" he could laugh at how ridiculous the media is, always focused on what other people are doing and never worrying about real issues like homelessness or the rising numbers of people who can't afford basic groceries.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who although is always at some sort of interview/event always makes sure you are well taken care of. He always calls you, always texts first, and makes sure to make it up to you in any way he can. He knows you don't want to be in the limelight, but he can admit that he feels almost too selfish to be your husband. He wants to showcase you from the ends to the earth. Kiss you publicly, flip off any girl whose dreams were crushed, he wanted to show the wedding ring with your name engraved in it.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who always uses you to help him keep succeeding, that being having you help him memorize lines, because all he wants to do is hear your voice instead of the actress he has to fall in love with for the film, or have you help him get ready for a talkshow, and even sometimes a simple kiss on the lips and a quick pep talk, "Don't be so nervous, I don't want to see any wrinkles until your 45! So take a deep breath, and treat it like I'm right by your side, cause I am, just from afar!" making him laugh and loosen up a bit before any nerve-wracking thing he must do.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who pleaded and begged for you to come with him to an award show. Promising you any dress, any heels, any wish. He wanted this to be the moment he shines his golden wedding ring which went beautifully with your diamond one. He wanted to wrap his hand tightly on your hip, showing the cameras what's his. He wanted to go up on that stage and thank you, and only you for helping him work his way up to this. He wanted to introduce you to all his celebrity friends who they too didn't know you existed. To be honest, it wasn't a want anymore, it wasn't a choice for you anymore. You were going with him, and if you don't, he will simply die.

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who doesn't waste a second pulling you flush against him after dodging and weaving to avoid paparazzi or fans. He holds you so close, kissing your lips to the point of pain. You moan into his mouth, feeling his growing boner harden against your thigh. "Mmm, fuck, finally get to show my fucking wife how much I love her." He growled bringing his hands up with your shirt to pull it over your head. He then unclasped your bra, and his mouth watered seeing your tits. He couldn't wait to have you in every position he could think of, he might even put you into the same one a few times, just so he can see you so desperate for him.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who is a switch when it comes to sex. He will very much pound, circle, and suck you into the very shell of yourself, but he also wouldn't mind you using him as well. He could have you at his mercy one night, on your hands and knees begging like a starved puppy, or, he could be pleading for you to touch him after an hour of being tied up and you playing with yourself in front of him.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who surprisingly has a nipple kink. He goes absolutely psycho when you play with his nipples. He could cum simply alone from nipple play, and that plays into your fantasies perfectly. "Aha! N-no more, I need to b-be ins-IDE you!" Choso wreathed underneath you as you sat on his stomach playing with his nipples, licking, sucking, and biting the pink nubs. His hands and feet were tied to the corners of the bed, and you only let go on one of his nipples that you've been licking and sucking, and softly kiss his wet lips. "just one more baby, and you can get whatever you want, just one more." His breath shook as he nodded, feeling your warm lips and tongue resume what they were doing before.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who always, always, ALWAYS records/photographs you when you're being intimate. He had no plans of using them in a certain way, let alone post them, but he likes the feeling of having you with him everywhere, and that being when you both were the closest, when you both were the most connected (pun intended). The photos usually consists you somehow seductively posed before the intimate moment begun, then you looking like a hot mess. "fuckkk, look up at the camera baby, don't care which lense, look at all three for all I care." Choso encouraged as he bobbed your head up and down his dick. He groaned when you made eye contact with the camera, Choso getting butterflies seeing you look so... Sexy. Choso smirked as he recorded you, the gagging and slick sounds filled the phone, and all he could do was smirk at how obedient and hot you were. "Just like that, when I'm done recording this, I want a few more angles of you in different positions, does that sound okay?"

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who could literally fuck you for days. Not an exaggeration. He would fuck you all night, and let you sleep for a few hours, and then fuck you again for many more hours, then let you sleep. You once did nothing but fuck for 3 days straight, and that's because your husband was in Paris for a month. Choso could not get enough of your pussy, and you could not get enough of his dick. His dick was everything you could have ever wanted (next paragraph goes in more detail). He knew how to use it, and so did you. You knew how to roll your hips and how hard you should bounce on his dick for it to reach your g-spot. You were good at finding it, but he was the best. "Harder, Cho! Please baby!" You moaned into his ear as he pounded into you. Choso quickly stopped his thrusts, and readjusted himself. He spread your legs even more, and spread his legs a little more too. He got better ground, and it was fucking game over for you. He rammed fast into you, and the immediate buttery feeling filled you. You let out scream in Euphoria, and he chuckled "Found it." Before he leaned down to kiss you. His hands gripped the sides of your head tightly as you both moaned loudly into each other's space. He smiled seeing your fucked out face, and couldn't help but think how you look a billion times hotter all fucked and spaced out for him.

𝘾𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙗 𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 who has a big dick. You knew, he knew, the media knew. How does the media know? Creepy people were taking photos of him at the beach, straight at his crotch, that sparked a whole new thing that resulted in many stories and fanfics being written about him that always talked about it, but here's his trusty wife to tell us the details. His dick is big in every way. 8.5. Fucking. Inches. Long. Not a joke, not a myth, it's a fact. And before any of you "that's not even a lot!" People start bitching, go look up an 8 inch dick and see if you can take that comfortably.. anyways, I digress. Everytime you both fuck, it hurts in the beginning. Choso obviously peeps you more than most, but it still can't change the fact it goes so deep. The stretch is a bit over moderate, but the depth is insane. You could actually feel it in your tummy, and Choso always pushes his hand deep into your tummy to feel it go in and out. You always wondered how you got so lucky to have a man like him, handsome on every part of him, inside and out, but truthfully, Choso always questions how he even pulled you, so who's really lucky?

[avaawritess]

Things I wish you said to me

Inspired by Sabrina Carpenters song things i wish you said about me.

Angst,no happy ending.🙂 Bakugo Katsuki

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He was very hard headed, never once faltered in his conversations, he was known to be serious.

I guess you thought that you could change him once you started to date him. At first, it was like he was a changed man.

It was like that, until the night he cried in front of you when you held him against your chest. Your steady heartbeat helping him calm down. He didn't speak much to you after that.

Maybe it was because he felt weak,vulnerable, he hated feeling that way.So naturally he pushed himself away.

Soon you guys needed to talk, which he hated being wrong.

"Well I'm trying my best obviously I spend my time with you and get you gifts like ? What more do you want ?!" he said in a frustrated tone,"I need words Kat I need you to talk to me...yeah sometimes actions speak louder than words...but I need words,"you said your tone breaking.

He scoffed, "you're so needy..you know I'm not talkative...what would you even want me to say huh" he glared closing you off.

"Things like, Darling I hope you know you scared me to death,when I got into that accident" you say growing more desperate. "Or just like genuinely care about me but to don't" you say.

"Fine, if I don't care as much as you say then let's break this off you're so unappreciative" he said before storming away.

That night your heart broke, you saw him everywhere and was reminded of him.From the passenger seat he rode in when you drove, or even when he'd order black coffee just to throw it away because he said it tasted fucking disgusting.

God, you missed all of him even his cussing problem, and his temperamental issues.

Your heart broke more at the sigh of another girl growing close to him. He was never that way with you...he smiled? He never smiled with you.

You couldn't even stomach the thought of him laughing at another girls jokes. That was the only time you ever saw him with his toothy grin.

Now it's not yours anymore.

Never was, never will be yours.

In the end, he was never yours to begin with.

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So thanks for reading, I just randomly got an idea to write when my playlist was on shuffle🙂. Have a good Easter 🐣

[daemon-in-my-head]

My most delusional take yet; Gortash didn't want to kill Durge after they betrayed him/blew his Foundry and Throne to bit. Hear me out

I've talked about the belladonna in Flymms Kitchen before, but to those who r new here: next to the pots and pans in Sally and Dravos (urgh) kitchen is belladonna. It's not a randomised lootable item it's always there. So using environmental storytelling, they probably attempted to poison Gortash (would make sense given he has a lot of antitoxin and pots stored in his quarters and the scrapbook chest, yk which one). And well, Gortash being Gortash, that man most likely knew what was going on (hence why he also has the antidotes stored), but he still did nothing besides tadpoling them. They're still alive. After attempting to kill him. They don't have a free will anymore but they are very much breathing.

And, once again, perhaps my own delulu, but Durge holds a similar position in comparison to them, given how much Gortash yaps about Durge even in his notes and how u find hints for their very amicable rs everywhere in their respective environs.

Which leads me to believe, he didn't actually intend to kill Durge. Beat them up till their close to death? Yes. But not actually finish the job. Perhaps cuz of that man's glaring abandonment issues but it would also allow him to be that gracious bigger person and hero again. 'Yes you tried to kill and ruin me but here look at me, I'm willing to forgive you if u surrender now after just a little beating.'

He takes back Durge no matter what happened in the temple. He doesn't care if they're mad or not. He doesn't even care if the same person's still in that body (sup failed durge). And while definitely petty and bratty, I don't think he'd throw everything away cuz Durge ruined smth of his yet again. Like ofc he's still malding and getting revenge, that's only proper, but he'd come up with a way to keep em around after being so delighted he found em again.

Except, Banes a bitch and the flaw in Mr. Masterminds grandiose plan.

Gortash is the only Chosen who doesn't pray to his patron. He didn't call for Bane to support him, Bane just swoops in and takes control of Gortash and won't give up on that control until one of em is dead. If that God had stayed put, I'm p sure the whole confrontation would've ended differently.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

could you write a smut about kill em all Era James and a insecure about weight reader? Where the reader is insecure at one of their concerts and james cheers her up with rough sex. And some good old fashioned after care.

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), angst, body image issues, strength kink, slight choking kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James loved your body, and he told you just as much, but he never told you just how much he loved your body.

You were always sensitive with your weight, since you were young people have always commented on your body and you can't remember the last time you looked in the mirror and liked what you saw.

When you and James started dating you did everything you could to make him happy, hoping it would make him want to stay with you so you'd never lose him.

Honestly, it led to fights in the past where he'd be yelling about how much he loved you, usually those fights ended with laughing because of the absurdity of it.

Still, you were self-conscious and did what you could to hide your pudge. James was so fucking tired of it and it all came to a halt when he caught you backstage after one of his concerts looking at yourself in the mirror.

You hadn't noticed him but he saw you, a lot of you, the way you pulled and tugged at your shirt to cover yourself and that frown that only worsened when you turned to the side and could still see your stomach.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You jumped, both because of his sharp tone and because you hadn't realized he was there.

"Jesus, I didn't realize you were here." You said, a smile on your face as you crossed the room to him.

James shook his head. "Nuh-uh, what were you doing?" He demanded, glaring at you. "Judging yourself again? Hating yourself? What?" Your mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. "Strip."

"What..?" You asked, voice soft and timid.

"Strip. Now." He repeated, guiding you to the couch on his dressing room.

You quickly took your clothes off just as he asked, holding your arms over your stomach in an attempt to subtly hide your gut. James's hands moved up and down your sides, squishing you everywhere.

"I love you, you know that?" He said, admiring your body.

"You'd love me more if I went to the gym." You muttered, turning your head to the side. You'd honestly been waiting for James to just up and leave, you didn't want him to but you expected it.

"Do you understand how much I want to slap you when you say shit like that?" You turned your head back to him, brows furrowed in confusion. "I love you. I love your body. What isn't clicking?"

You couldn't think of anything to say to that.

James scoffed and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder with ease. You yelped. "Do you see this?" He asked. "I could do this with someone lighter, sure, but I don't feel strong when I do what anyone can do." He set you back down, his hands resting on your hips. "I love you, I love your body, and you make me feel strong which is the biggest turn on, you know that?" You sucked your bottom lip nervously and James rolled his eyes at you.

He pushed you back onto the couch and kneeled between your legs, spreading your thighs and licking between your wet folds. He pulled away, kissing your thighs before looking up at you. "When you cum, you lock your thighs around my head and I fucking love it, understand?" You nodded and he went back to eating you like a man starved.

That familiar ball coiled in your gut as his tongue worked in and out of you, lips around your clit and sucking until your eyes rolled back and you came on him, your thighs clamping down on him just as he said they would.

As you slowly came down from the high you realized he really couldn't move when your legs were around him, so you let him go.

He stood up, towering over you, and climbed onto the couch with you, lifting you onto his lap. "I love that, too." He said in a deep growl before kissing you, heated and passionate lips fighting for dominance which you gave into almost immediately.

He pulled back and you chased after his lips. "Only you can make me feel this way, am I understood?" You hesitated before nodded. His hand came up and wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. "I'll make you understand."

[kanpaeki]

"stop playing with my panties, dominic" - dominic fike x reader

gif not mine <33

THIS is my first piece of writing since like 2018. i'm so nervous to left this fly but i've received some encouragement from some sweethearts so i think i'm ready!

this is just dominic bothering reader as she's doing her self care sunday. i wanted my first fic back to be something short, silly but cute. thank you so so much to @huhniebowl for helping me get this out, i'd been brainstorming for days.

hopefully we go up from here. hope you likeeee.

x

after a long week, self-care sunday finally arrived to reinstate the state of your sanity. nearing the end of summer, you'd assume people would have their lives together more so than the beginning. but nope. and of course it was your job to deal with the mess. but you digress, it wasn't like this all the time. plus, you wouldn't get such satisfaction out of cleaning as you do now.

you'd decided to start on chores to get them out the way before you really locked in with skin, nails and hair care. you'd already put a load in the laundry, taking care of the dishes currently when you hear the jiggle of the front door. dominic bursts through, having gone for an impromptu session at the studio after some lyrics suddenly came to him.

"hey! how was it?" you call over your shoulder, elbow-deep in some sudsy water. instead of answering you, he slinks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin atop your head. "honestly, i really wanna put this one out."

you laugh at that, knowing he says that damn near every time. "it must be good then."

"well, you know, i'm something of a musical prodigy," he smiles, leaving your side to go see what snacks he could find in the cabinet, "just kidding. i don't know what i'm doing." he mumbles, stuffing a chip in his mouth.

rolling your eyes, you unplug the drain in the sink, letting the water out and shaking out your hands. "even your mom said you were a musical prodigy, i'd have to agree with her."

you go to grab a paper towel when he puts the chip bag down on the counter, "i'm being so rude, did you want help?" he dusts his hands off on his jeans before picking up a dish and rinsing it off. except he grabbed a spoon. and consequently, water went everywhere, mostly on you due to your position right in front of the faucet. he drops the spoon and pauses while you hiss at the cool water soaking through your shirt, looking down to see the damage before glaring up at him.

"i didn't mean to do that."

with a soaked shirt, you sigh and continue the dishes. "you can dry them as i rinse them, how about that?"

"yeah, that's probably better."

after you'd finished the dishes, you moved onto working on laundry as he went to rest. or so you thought. you played some music from your phone softly, while you sat on a stool, folding clothes out the dryer and putting them in a clean basket.

something flung from the corner of your eye and you looked over to see dominic with an incredulous look of amusement on his face before he burst into laughter and picked up another pair of your seamless panties.

"dominic, what the hell are you doing?" you sputter, "are those clean?" as if that's the biggest issue at hand.

"i don't know, i got 'em from this basket." he laughed, flinging the next pair towards you and you flinch before they land on your head. you huff and snatch them off your head, balling them in your hand and standing up.

"stop playing with my panties, dominic. i thought you were laying down in the room!" you gasp, picking up the other panties off the floor while he laughs and runs away.

there was a pair you couldn’t find and you just gave up, not even bothering to waste time looking for them. you’d have him find it later.

today was going to be a long day, you think to yourself while you watch his form retreat back to the bedroom. it was rare that he got in these teasing moods and usually, you didn't mind but you don't think you have the patience for it today.

it's not until you've finished the laundry and put everything away that dominic showed his face again. using a spatula to spread the face mask on, wrapped in a robe, hair tied up and out of the way, dom pokes his head in the bathroom to look at you.

"sorry for being annoying," he gives you those puppy dog brown eyes and you want to roll your eyes so bad but you can't when those butterflies are fluttering through your stomach.

it takes you a minute to respond. you just look at him through the mirror, putting the spatula down and a soft smile spreads on your lips. your head tilts and you nod, "it's okay, dom." you can't help but chuckle. the ridiculousness of the situation was too funny. only dominic.

"you look hot." he deadpans. and you know he's lying. the green goop of a face mask dripping from your face, making a mess everywhere on the sink. but you laugh anyway.

“thank you. wanna do skincare with me?"

and of course, he’s down. ever the supporter of all things you, he sits patiently on the toilet while you paint his face with the goo. his nimble fingers find their way under the skirt of your robe to the waistband of your panties, snapping the material lightly on your skin.

“i thought i asked you to stop playing with my panties.” you can’t help but crack a smile.

he sighs and looks up at you with those brown doe eyes, “my fault,” making you laugh with pure adoration for the boy.

and so you finish his mask. while he’s checking himself out in the mirror, you begin to run a bath. he’s making noises from behind you, posing as you can see from the corner of your eye.

“what are you doing?” you ask, testing the water with the pads of your fingers under the faucet.

“i look like jason or something.” he pounces on you, shaking you playfully. he leans in to kiss you and you hesitate because your masks, causing his jaw to drop in offense. “what the hell was that?!”

you laugh, shaking your head, “just be careful. our masks are still drying.” and you lean in for a peck of the lips, cautious but sweet.

“i’m glad you’re here,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist. all the gym’s been doing him good, you can feel the muscle building under his tan skin. he’s been warmer, healthier, happier. you’re so proud of him.

“thank you for putting up with me.” he responds, pushing the stray hairs back from your updo, smoothing them down. he always liked holding your head. you’re not entirely sure why.

a quiet moment ensues, just the sound of the water filling up the tub while you enjoy each other’s company, looking into each other’s eyes.

before you realize something.

“did you ever find where you flung my panties?”

“shit.”

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hemisi hugged herself worriedly as her parents approached her. Ganondorf wasn't entirely sure what was bothering his daughter - things had been tense since the attack, but he had just ensured peace by swearing fealty to Rauru. This was supposed to be a moment of reprieve, a time for his family to not worry as he prepared for the future.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Nabooru asked before he could.

"I haven't found Link," Hemisi said, her voice anxious. "I've been looking everywhere for him. The guards won't really tell me much."

Ganondorf fel this ire rise. The guards likely were trying to protect Link, but they had no right to refuse information to the princess of the Gerudo. Such a slight would not be ignored. Not to mention he too wanted to know where the boy was.

"Leave this to me," he said crisply, walking away.

It didn't take much time (or threatening glares) to get what he needed. Link, apparently, was on a place called Thunderhead Island, one of the Zonai lands in the sky.

"Thunderhead Island?" Nabooru repeated after Ganondorf reported back. "We'd need a construct to get us up there, right?"

"Yeah," Hemisi answered. "Link's told me about the islands lots of times. Not many are allowed on them - it's usually just the royal family and the Sheikah."

"They'll allow me," Ganondorf rumbled, crossing his arms. "I am a king."

"Yes, but that island is also fairly volatile," Nabooru argued. "I'm better with lightning magic. I should go."

Personally, Ganondorf was far more inclined to go retrieve the boy himself, but he didn't contest the matter. Nabooru seemed rather set on the issue, and some things weren't worth arguing with her. As much as he admired her determination, he also knew she would fight him for so long that Hemisi would probably just sneak off to do the deed herself, and neither parent wanted that. The girl's abilities with lightning were formidable, but she would likely cause trouble if she went alone.

"Very well," he conceded. "We'll be waiting down here."

Nodding, Nabooru grabbed a cloak and headed towards the nearest construct. At activated at her approach, acknowledging in a mechanically musical chime, "May I help you?"

"I need to get to Thunderhead Island," Nabooru said.

The construct's reply was quick as ever. "That place is restricted."

"I am the queen of the Gerudo," Nabooru replied. "I have special access."

The construct paused a moment, processing, before noting, "I will need authorization for you to go there."

"This is an emergency," Nabooru argued. "You can speak to King Rauru about it afterwards if you please, I don't care, but one of my family is up there and I need to find him."

Although the construct was programmed to gate keep, she also knew giving a sense of urgency or danger would override its usual algorithm. Predictably, the construct questioned, "Is someone in danger?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

The Zonai machine was silent for a moment before giving an admission. "This line of logic is acceptable. I will transport you to Thunderhead Island and report the matter to King Rauru."

"You do that," she sighed. It didn't really matter of Rauru knew. Nabooru wasn't exactly keen on causing a stir within hours of Ganondorf swearing his loyalty, especially given their history, but something Hemisi's anxiety and Link's very obvious disappearance was definitely concerning. Considering the ceremony that had just happened and the celebration that had followed, Link should have been one of the first people they saw.

The construct extended its hand in front of a stone circle, and the familiar green hue of Zonai technology activated, glowing in the circle's center. Nabooru stepped forward, letting it transport her, closing her eyes as her world shifted. The air grew much colder, even more frigid than she was expecting, and she suddenly felt a little short of breath. Goddess, she'd thought the Highlands were chilly. Why was the air so much stranger here? She was shocked into opening her eyes as her cloak was immediately bombarded by a wave of rain, thunder rumbling all around her. A circular fountain of water was in front of her, surrounded by stone architecture. She walked forward, off the platform on the ground that had received her. She needed to set to work soon, already feeling a little lightheaded.

A few steps ahead it became apparent that this island wasn't just an island, but an entire chain of them. Nabooru glanced around hesitantly, looking for some kind of Zonai device to help transport her from place to place, and found none. What was Link doing here? Where was he?

Nabooru looked between pillars, on and under benches, until she'd thoroughly searched the island she was on and the few she could see. But a flash of blonde caught her attention just as she was starting to wonder if Ganondorf had been wrong, and she squinted against the rainfall to see a teenager sitting on the ground, knees tucked into his chest, wearing the attire of the palace guards combined with a headdress and Gerudo earrings gifted to him by his betrothed.

Clamping her jaw shut against the tremors that tried to make her teeth chatter, Nabooru wrapped herself more tightly in her cloak, she found a set of stairs that at least connected to this little island, moving quickly down them. Link, for whatever reason, chose to sit outside a small building, ignoring a construct nearby that was tending to a tree. The boy was soaked to the bone, red skin paint that usually adorned his exposed arm having long been washed away from his tan complexion. His red eyes were dull, hidden under platinum blonde plaits plastered to his forehead. The sparkling splendor of the Gerudo headband and earrings was dulled considerably, and his top knot was half undone in the rain.

"Link," Nabooru called a little loudly so she could be heard. "What are you doing out here?"

Link didn't seem to react all that much, or at least it wasn't apparent in this awful weather. But she heard him mutter, "You're not supposed to be here."

"Nor should you be here," Nabooru accused mildly, walking towards him. She paused short of reaching him, seeing him clam up even more. "News of our arrival has been known for at least a week. Yet on the day that Ganondorf creates peace between the Gerudo and Hyrule, you hide from us? Hemisi's been looking for you."

"Ganondorf attacked Hyrule." Link's words were sharp, dark. He was clearly still upset about the molduga assault.

Nabooru sighed. This really wasn't the place to be having this discussion - she was freezing and dizzy, and if he got any more soaked the boy would practically be a Zora. "Yes. He did. You know him, sweetheart. He likes to test his boundaries before he concedes to them. But he's conceded."

Link tucked his chin to his chest, looking away.

"Honey, the fight is over," Nabooru pressed on, stepping closer to him. "And for the first time, the Gerudo now have an alliance with Hyrule. We're a part of it - this would mean you and Hemisi don't have to hide your relationship from the public eye anymore, that there is nothing to hide anymore. This is a joyous occasion, not a reason to be moping in the rain. Come down with me so you can be with your family, love."

She finally cleared the distance between them, crouching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. Link glared moodily at the lands below, eye lashes dripping with moisture. Quietly, almost to himself, he said, "Ganondorf never concedes."

"Well, he did," Nabooru emphasized slowly. Link had not been included in the discussion of their attack on Hyrule, had been completely blindsided as Ganondorf had suggested he and Hemisi play and explore near the mines that day so they wouldn't be involved. Nabooru knew that as a member of the Sheikah tribe he would likely take it harder than most Hyrulians, but she hadn't expected quite the grudge he seemed to be holding. "Come on, love. You're freezing."

Lightning struck a small spire at the top of the building they were sitting near, making Nabooru straighten up and prepare for another strike. Thunder clapped so loudly it made her chest vibrate. Link sighed, slowly pushing to his feet. He must have been sitting for some time, swaying a little unsteadily, and Nabooru put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him inside the structure. Constructs were indoors, stoking a fire, and she approached one. "Can you take us back to the Royal Plateau?"

The little machine beeped in the affirmative, guiding them to a hover platform that sent them back to the originating island. Nabooru's hands were on Link's shoulders the entire time, feeling them tremble under her, and she pulled him close so they could share her cloak. His skin was ice cold, making her inhale sharply a little when he brushed against her exposed arms and abdomen. A headache was brewing in her forehead, and she was certainly ready to leave this dreary place.

When the pair teleported back, Ganondorf and Hemisi were there waiting for them.

"Link!" Hemisi exclaimed, rushing forward and dragging him into a hug. "You idiot, why are you soaking wet?! Where've you been?!"

"Hon, can you spare your robe?" Nabooru asked, still holding the boy to her.

Her husband complied without question, pulling off his dark outer robe and holding it out. The parents exchanged Link, one set of arms to the other, and the boy was wrapped up and held against Ganondorf quickly. He didn't argue, he didn't protest, he didn't speak as Hemisi bombarded him with questions. The king and queen exchanged a look, and the family moved towards their provided quarters in the palace.

Eventually, Link started to speak softly to his betrothed, seeming less agitated with her, and soon the two were both cuddling under Ganondorf's large garment. Nabooru moved to fetch servants so they could get him fresh clothes and some warm food, and Hemisi moved quickly to the task as well, saying she was going to grab towels.

That left Ganondorf and Link.

"So were you up there sulking the entire time since the assault?" Ganondorf finally said, getting to the point as he knelt down to the boy's eye level.

"No." Link's reply wasn't quite snappish, but it was certainly sharp, though not nearly as sharp as his eyes. Ganondorf smiled at the fire in them, the anger and force of will that refused to bow down to anything. "Just for your arrival."

"If you thought we wouldn't find you, you clearly don't know us as well as you should," Ganondorf noted with mild humor, pulling the robe over the boy's head to dry his hair. He carefully removed the pins and tie holding the top knot, tucking them into a pouch on his belt. Link didn't protest, though his gaze did drift to the floor, softening, showing the wound he'd been bearing in his heart. Ganondorf felt... more than a little exasperated, but he'd known the boy would be upset. Still... "Hold whatever grudge you wish against me, child, but do not share your ire with Hemisi. She didn't know about the attack. I suggested you two be near the mines that day for a reason."

Link sighed heavily, closing his eyes.

"The fighting is over," Ganondorf emphasized, putting weight in his voice to end this pointless adolescent moping. Then he smiled. "And now the world can know your place in our family."

The boy glanced up, hope shimmering in crimson orbs, tempered by an intelligence he often hid behind innocence and silence. "Why did you do it?"

"Why did I attack?"

"No. Why did you give up?"

"I don't give up," Ganondorf retorted a little irritatedly, pausing his ministrations.

"I know," Link immediately acknowledge firmly. "So why? You don't acknowledge defeat."

"Oh, Link," Ganondorf hummed with gentle amusement, proud of the boy's insight. He was going to make a good prince. But it would make the next months a little difficult if the king wasn't careful. "A strong warrior refuses to give up, but a wise one knows when he is defeated. I am both. It's pointless to fight a force you cannot win against."

Link still looked skeptical, confused. Ganondorf added, "How else could we build peace for you and Hemisi?"

His words seemed to catch the boy off guard. For a moment, Ganondorf really wondered if Link didn't actually think they cared, despite having spent over a year being welcomed into the family. For a moment, the king wondered if the boy really was that dull, or somehow he and his wife hadn't done something right. And then Link bit his lip, shivering, and hugged himself, clearly trying to contain emotion and not quite succeeding.

Ganondorf sighed, letting the boy be vulnerable for a moment. He pulled him close, and Link sank into the embrace, curled in against his chest.

Link would be a good prince. Ganondorf knew this. He just needed to hone the boy a little more, reassure him and teach him, let him enjoy his time with Hemisi. A war was brewing soon. It was best to enjoy this time while he could.

[library-child]

Gimcrack

Written for day 4 of #woevember, The Bombinating Beast, created by @asouefanworkevent

The Bombinating Beast statue had always been there, among all the fragmentary plots that had led Moxie to where she was now.

After Lemony Snicket had left, Moxie remained alone in the newsroom, still smiling. The woman's faint voice came from below, then the front door was shut. At first, Moxie was tempted to run down the stairs and catch her father before he could go back to bed. He had opened the door himself. He must have talked to the woman the whole time. He might still be wide awake and on his feet when she reached the ground floor.

"Father, what's the news?" she'd ask. "Who was the woman? What did she say? Did she ask you about the old Bombinating Beast statue? There might be a mystery to it, don't you think?"

And he would beam at her, the old excitement returning to his eyes:

"What is it you know that I don't?"

"What is it you know that I don't, Father? You were going to the market, weren't you? I'm coming along. Let's catch up."

Moxie imagined this as she listened into the utter silence, her smile slowly fading. It was best to take notes as long as the event was fresh in her memory. So she opened her typewriter case, put in a new sheet of paper, and typed:

A stranger knocked on my door with an older woman who briefly pretended to be his wife. The stranger asked to see a particular item and was clearly surprised that I showed it to him."

She hesitated, her fingers still tapping over the keys. When she was little, the reporters used to talk about the fear of the blank page.

"It's daunting to create a story out of nothing," old Parker would say. "The empty sheet challenges you to push forward. It's always 'What's next? What's next?' Because, in truth, a story never ends. That's why I'm glad to be the copy editor."

Moxie felt the unease now, the white sheet glaring at her in the fading sunlight. She had been typing more than ever lately, recording everything around her. She was desperate to uphold the last remains of journalism in town. Yet she kept feeling like she was missing a vital part of the story. She could produce mountains of typed notes, adding them to the archives, old newspaper issues, and mail that cluttered the lighthouse, but it was never enough. The whole story lay hidden beneath all these words, in everything that had happened.

The statue Snicket had wanted to see now stood sideways next to her typewriter, leering at her with one hollow eye. She couldn't remember when she had last taken a look at it. She hadn't touched it six months ago when the telegram had come. She hadn't wanted to see it. Maybe she should have. Perhaps it was hiding a clue.

The eye reminded Moxie of an abyss. She'd always had the notion of an abyss lurking in people's lives or a treacherous cliff hiding in the darkness. It was one of those things everyone knew but no one spoke about. You never knew where it might lurk, and if you were not careful, you could fall or crash and be lost forever.

"Good journalism is like a lighthouse," Father used to say. "It lights up the dark so we can see where we're going. You need to look where you don't want to look. You need to hit the nail on the head."

"That's not how you sell newspapers," Mother would argue.

"That's how you change the world."

The snarling mouth of the statue seemed to mock her. "So? Do you really want to look where you don't want to look?" it asked.

Moxie glared back at it defiantly. She had been looking everywhere. She had spent days browsing through the archives, searching for clues, memories, anything that could fill the emptiness inside her. She'd get lost in old articles or letters or the notes she had taken herself since she knew how to write. Just a few days ago, she had found a story she had written when she was seven:

One night, my father and I went home by bus. A man was sleeping under a large piece of cardboard on the sidewalk at the bus stop. Some people walked by. They looked at the man, and they turned their heads away.

The Officers Mitchum came and woke him up.

"You can't sleep here," they said. 

The man said something. I couldn't hear it. His eyes were funny. He looked at the Officers, but I didn't think he saw them.

"Go home at once," the officers said. "Or we'll have to arrest you."

"I was just sleeping," the man said. "Just let me sleep."

My father stopped to take notes. Mr. Mitchum said:

"Mallahan, just let us do our job for once, will you?"

I wanted to leave.

"Moxie, why are you uncomfortable?" my father asked. "Don't turn away. Look, and tell me what you think."

She had read this aloud in class as homework to write an essay about something unusual they had witnessed. Everyone had been silent afterward. The teacher had given her a strange look.

She remembered that such a thing was rare at that time. Later, there had been many people sleeping in the streets. There had been people alone or in small groups, occupying the benches or huddling in corners, all with bottles in their hands. The Mitchums kept arresting them, but there were always more. Now, they were gone.

All those fragments formed a story she didn't fully comprehend, but it would make sense once she put it back together. If it had ever been together in the first place.

So, Moxie examined the statue from all angles, wiping the dust from its dark wooden surface. It was indeed old, so much older than the rest of the merchandise on the table. In fact, it had never been for sale. There was a recent layer of varnish on it, which made it so shiny. It must have been repainted again and again. Otherwise, it would have rotted long ago. She scratched lightly at the piece of paper glued to the small opening at the base. She wondered who had put it there and when. Probably, the paper was supposed to shield the statue's hollow inside from moisture. Or it served an entirely different purpose.

No one really knew how old the statue was or how long it had been in their family's possession. It had always been there, without anyone paying much attention to it.

There was a photograph of herself, in an old copy of The Stain'd Lighthouse , of when she had been four or five years old, playing with the statue and a doll, making the doll fight against the beast. She had worn a satin dress and shiny patent leather shoes. The caption read The Lady Mallahan .

Moxie didn't remember that moment or the photograph, but she did remember the dress. She remembered wearing it at the Ethan Frome Festival charity auction before going out into the snow and cheering the sledders on. She remembered wearing it at the Sallises' garden parties when Mother would do her hair and say:

"You are the true heir of Stain'd-by-the-Sea. The Knights may produce the ink, and all those lords and ladies may send their children to Wade Academy, but you come from the slayer of the beast, the savior, the beacon. You are second to none."

It must have been Mother who made that photograph and put it into the newspaper, back when Moxie had run up and down the stairs playing and when the clacking typewriters had woken her up and put her to sleep. Back when she sat on Father's lap as he taught her to write shorthand, always with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand and a gnawed-off pencil tucked behind his ear.

She continued searching through the boxes with the articles and photographs that had never made it into The Stain'd Lighthouse . There had been countless cover stories about the draining of the sea. Everyone complained about the salt storms, the masks, and the Clusterous Forest, but nobody ever mentioned the silence. With the swashing gone, the silence crept into every corner of the town, every street, every house, every minute. It haunted Moxie in her sleep.

The typewriters' clacking had grown fainter, and the ink had faded. Ink Inc. Is Forced to Resort to Mass Dismissals had been one of the first headlines Moxie had helped set. She hadn't really understood what that meant at the time. But she had noticed that the streets were emptier afterward. Gone were the inkworkers who had traveled to and from the machines every day. And then there were the angry crowds, sometimes even marching right past the lighthouse. Moxie watched them from the window, terrified. Never before had she heard such yelling. They were carrying banners reading Have you forgotten who has made you rich?

"Moxie, get away from the window!" Mother cried before turning to Father, who was grabbing his notepad. Standing next to him was Bourke, the head photographer. "Are you mad? You can't go out!"

"The world needs to see this!"

At that moment, a rock came crashing through the window.

By the time Moxie dared to go out alone again, the ghostly silence had settled everywhere. The shops were closing. People were moving out. Windows were smashed or nailed with wooden boards. The garbage piled up in the streets. At first, people turned their noses. Then they searched it to find something valuable. Then they searched it for something to eat or burn.

Moxie remembered Father taking her to see people in their homes. It must have been years later, but she wasn't sure. There had been a small apartment with blind windows and grime in every corner. They were sitting around a kitchen table, Father turning on the tape recorder and talking to a woman with greasy hair and dark stains on her hands.

"Been an inkworker all my life," she said. "The stains don't go off no more."

A heap of tobacco spread on a dish rag in front of her. While talking, she picked up bits of it one by one and rolled them into cigarette papers.

"You've always been one of us, Mallahan," she laughed. "And you got a cute kid. I'd adopt her any time."

If Moxie could find the tapes, she'd know when precisely this had taken place. Father had wanted to record interviews with the fired inkworkers and present their stories in the Lighthouse . He and Mother had fought a lot. She heard them at night when they thought she was asleep.

"What good will it do? It will only spread more discontent. What we need is good news!"

But the good news was gone, along with the ink and all the journalists. One by one, the people she knew left the town. Still, when Mother announced she was going to begin a new job in the city, Moxie felt as if the world had ended.

"Don't cry, Moxie, dear," Mother said. "It's a grand newspaper read in the entire country. That's where they write the big news. That's where our future lies. Once I'm settled, I'll send for you. Aren't you curious to see the great city?"

With only Father and herself remaining at the lighthouse, the silence became worse than ever. At first, Moxie was confident they could make it. He still wrote the articles and printed the newspaper by himself, even though the ink was barely readable by now. But he hardly spoke anymore. Sometimes, she watched him working the printing press without having put any letters into the case. Blank page after page emerged from the press, but Father didn't seem to notice.

That was when Moxie dropped out of school. Father couldn't possibly run a newspaper and a home without anyone helping him, and she was twelve now, old enough to support him. She was even proud of it at first. Didn't many children run their parents' businesses by now while the parents had to build a new life?

"I've been thinking about publishing my first story," she told him. "I want to make an interview series like you once did. Stain'd-by-the-Sea: A town upheld by its children . I've already spoken to Marguerite Gracq and Jackie, the mechanic. They're interested. We could telegraph the articles to Mother so she can publish them in the city. What do you think?"

Father said nothing for a while.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I'm afraid I need to go to sleep."

Father slept a lot these days. He was always tired, maybe sick. No more meals were on the table, no washed clothes, garbage piling up in the kitchen, and unopened mail on the floor. Soon, Moxie realized nothing would be done unless she did it herself.

"It's fine, Father," she said, "I can take care of everything while you get better. And then, Mother will send for us, and we'll go to the city. You'll run a newspaper again."

He said nothing.

So Moxie did run everything the best she could. It was her lighthouse and her newspaper now. She was always careful to keep her clothes tidy and her own business cards tucked into the band of her hat.

Then, six months ago, a telegram came from an unknown address in an unknown town.

I am very interested in a certain statue I believe is your home STOP. I believe it is called the Bombinating Beast STOP. If you are willing to sell it to me -

Moxie had to stop reading because her head was spinning. It took her a while to figure out what the stranger could even mean before she remembered that there was indeed an old wooden statue of the Bombinating Beast somewhere in the newsroom with all the other stuff.

"Father!"

If this didn't rouse him, she couldn't figure out what else would. He wasn't in his bedroom. He'd been out last night, and Moxie thought he'd come home late, but he was nowhere to be found in the lighthouse.

She almost tripped over him as she ran out into the backyard. He was sleeping in the cold, damp grass, covered with some old newspapers.

"Father? Father, wake up! You have to get inside. You'll get a cold."

He raised his head a little and slowly blinked at her. He didn't really see her.

"Just let me sleep a moment, dear. Just let me sleep."

She backed away from him like an abyss that suddenly opened up in front of her and would drag her down to her death if she didn't run fast enough. She leapt into the lighthouse, slammed the door shut behind her, and screamed.

The statue was still grinning at Moxie as she remembered this. All of a sudden, she itched to smash it into pieces. She abruptly snapped her typewriter case shut and headed for the staircase. Better to continue her notes in a more comfortable place. Or to leave them for now altogether.

Perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps there was no mystery to any of this, and everything truly was nothing more than old gimcrack.

But then again, why should the strange boy have come here? Why would Mrs. Sallis tell such lies? Moxie wanted to meet the boy again. Who knew what they might uncover? She might find something that could save the town and bring her Father back again. Who, if not her? She was the Lady Mallahan.

[boltonplaything]

Klaus Hargreeves Smut

Warnings: dumbification, mommy/daddy kink, drug use, mention of suicide attempt/self harm, age gap, etc

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The city lights were beautiful from my seat in the window. The cool wind was soothing. Finally I had some peace and quiet up here in this attic, Klaus had brought me to his childhood home which was nice, his family however was not. They all seemed very uptight compared to Klaus’ carefree nature and it annoyed me. So, here I sat on the window ledge, smoking a blunt to calm my nerves. The second we arrived here everyone was arguing, I don't do well in loud spaces anyway. Not that I'm afraid of conflict in any regard. People just stress me out. Klaus didn't count as people, he was different even when he was annoying. Klaus. He would be upset with me for sneaking off like this and smoking. I hated to upset him, it was like disappointing not necessarily a parent because I certainly didn't see him as that but like disappointing a teacher. I didn't want to be scolded like a child again.

Klaus had met me almost a year ago now, I don't know what possessed him to latch onto me but he had. We met in an alleyway where I was trying to buy some coke, I was new to the scene so I didn't question the price but he did. I remember him interjecting as I reached out to pay the price.“Hey, woah woah you're charging how much?” He had asked. The dealer glared at Klaus and we locked eyes, I remember how we had exchanged that first look. He didn't look at me like everyone else did, like he pitied me or judged me there was a sort of…recognition in his eyes. Ever since that day he's been dragging me along with him everywhere he goes the only downside is the lectures he gives.

The door opens and closes quickly. I jump and toss the joint out the window. Shit. Of course there was no way I could hide the tell tale smell of it and Klaus already acknowledged it. “What the hell are you doing!? What have I told you about smoking?” He asked, grabbing my wrist and dragging me off the window ledge. I glare at him.

“I could've fallen off the ledge asshole!”

“How much did you smoke?” He asks. I hated when he did this. I wasn't a child by any means I was twenty but given the fourteen year age gap he called me kid. He babied me constantly.

“I'm not a child Klaus!” I argue. He scoffs and shakes his head.

“I don't care how old you are, you're my responsibility and I said no smoking.” His responsibility. As if I was some sort of burden. He got like this sometimes, he could go out and do whatever combination of drugs and booze he wanted but the second I did anything he didn't approve of it was a lecture.

“I don't need you to baby me Klaus! You do way worse than smoke!” He pulled away and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes.

“I'm not the one who is so easily influenced by things! You already do too much for someone your age, you're stealing and getting wasted and now you're smoking too?” I copy his movements crossing my own arms.

“Fuck off! I'm just doing what I see you do.”

“Do as I say, not as I do. Don’t do what I do, I’m not a good role model in any way, I have so much goddamn trauma, don’t do what I do to try and cope!” He huffs.

"What about me Klaus, what about my issues!? You never want to listen and that's fine but you don't get to cold shoulder me and then judge how I cope!” Klaus reaches forward grabbing me by the shoulders and squeezing.

“I’m not saying don’t cope, I’m saying don’t copy what I do! Don’t drink until you can’t tell reality from fiction! Don’t go out stealing from anyone and anything! Don’t do those goddamn pills! Just don’t do what I do! It’s not healthy!”

“Hypocrite. You're not my daddy so stop acting like you have any right to tell me what to do!” Klaus gives a deadpanned look, his grip on my shoulders tightening

“You don’t know how to ‘cope’ with your problems like I do! You’re young and have a lot of trauma, but that gives you no goddamn right to follow everything I’m doing! Just because I’m self-destructive and have problems doesn’t give you a free pass to be stupid and destructive yourself! You think I don't care? Of course I care, I just don't want you to become like me, miserable and self destructive. Don't make the same mistakes I did.” I don't respond, simply staring him in the eyes as he pleaded with me. When I don't speak he grabs me by the chin instead, harsher than he must've intended. “You need to listen to me and stop! Just stop!” The way he was grabbing my chin hurt and it hurt bad.

“Ow! Klaus let go you're hurting me!” I whined. Klaus let go, and took a step back, regret etched in his features.

“I’m sorry…I just…J-Just…” he sits on one of the stools, resting his head in his hands. I decide to walk over, I didn't want him to feel bad for this it had been a simple mistake. I crouch down in front of him, kneeling between his knees, gently reaching out for his arm.

“Hey…no I'm sorry.” I say softly, causing him to look at me sadly.

“’m sorry for yelling, I-I just don’t want you to suffer, I’m already self-destructive enough…I don’t want you to end up like me just because you look up to me in some way…” I raise my hand to stroke his cheek lightly, seeing the tears in his eyes.

“But Klaus you're the sweetest person I've met, you took care of me when no one else would.” He leans into my hand, holding it to his cheek with his hand, and looks at me with sad eyes.

“I’m not sweet…I’ve been a drug addict, and an alcoholic for so long, I don’t know how to function without some sort of substance, I’m always high, and I’m always miserable and stressed out about something…I’m a mess.”

“Then we'll be a mess together! You've helped me out, now it's time to let me help you.” I say this with a smile on my face, not normally an optimistic person but Klaus seems to bring it out in me. He smiles softly but it doesn't reach his eyes.

“You're a kid you shouldn't have to be dealing with a thirty four year old suicidal drug addict.”

“Klaus don't say that!”

“It's true! I deal with that fact every single day, you shouldn't have to deal with it too.” I close my eyes, struggling to focus.

“Uh...oh…” I blink hard and look at him again. “I'm always here for you Klaus.” He seems to notice my struggle and quickly snaps out of it, leaning forward and looking at me worriedly.

“Hey, you ok?” He places a hand on my shoulder and I try to focus on that to keep me grounded.

“Yeah yeah. It just hit me.” I admit with a nervous, crooked smile. He places a hand to my forehead to check me for a fever and I lean into his touch, closing my eyes.

“What is it? What hit you?”

“Nothing…”

“Cut the shit, I saw you struggling earlier, you look like you're going to pass out. That's nothing?” He sounds irritated and worried but I can't find it in me to care, more focused on his gorgeous eyelashes and how attractive he looks with eyeliner on.

"Yeah nothing…your…were your eyes always this pretty?” his pretty eyes widen in shock as he notices that my pupils are dilated.

“Are you seriously high right now you're acting weird.” He grips my chin to pull me close. Normally I would've gotten flustered but pushed it down. I had no filter right now though and the drugs numbed the shame.

“jeez…wow, your lips are pretty too.” I say touching them with a giggle. He grips my wrist tightly to stop me from touching him again.

“Are you high?” He demands again and I nod.

“Yeah I mightve knicked some of your stash.” He lets go of my wrist in order to face-palm, groaning into his hands before pulling away.

“How much did you take?”

“Not alot!” I whine. He stands up, towering over me from my spot on my knees.

“How much is not alot!?” He demanded. I rolled my eyes.

“A couple of grams, it's ok daddy I'm fine.” I said with another giggle as he fumed.

“You're a fucking idiot. You're new to this and think you can just take as much as I do?” I jolt up off of my knees with a gasp.

“Do not call me an idiot!”

“You're twenty and think you can do more than a thirty four year old druggie. You can't handle it!”

“Stop being so rude daddy!”

“Stop calling me daddy first off, second-” I cut him off in offense.

“What!? You act like my dad but I can't call you daddy?”

“You're a kid!” He argues, he's obviously forgotten that this would be a perfectly legal and healthy age gap if we dated. I lay on the couch, my head in his lap and sprawled out.

“Fine! Well then do I at least get a kiss goodnight?”

“That's not a good idea…”

“Just a small one, I'm trying to go to sleep and leave you alone.” He sighed and i sat up.

“Just a small one, then I'm getting up and leaving you to sleep.” I nod and close my eyes in anticipation for the kiss. He gently grips my chin and leans in giving me a light kiss, his lips barely ghosting over mine. My brain was foggy… I didn't know what to do, so stupidly I parted my lips just slightly. I thought he would push me away, scold me for my behavior but instead I feel his tongue tentatively slipping into my mouth. Almost like he was also nervous that I would reject his advances. I would never, I had wanted them for a very long time. I take the opening I was given to straddle Klaus’ hips and deepen the kiss, leaning into it heavily with a hum. He moans but Pushes me away gently to look into my eyes. “This is a terrible idea, you're high, what if I take advantage of you?”

“You wont.” I try to reassure them as best I can in my state. Yes I did have brain fog but I had wanted this while sober for ages. Seeing how attractive and funny he was for a whole year it would be hard not to be attracted to him. He groaned and his hands twitched at his sides. There was an internal struggle going on right now, that much was obvious.

“You're so young…I just don't want to do something you'll regret in the morning.” I smirk, of course my age was a factor that stopped him from just laying me down and fucking me the way I desperately needed. My shorts were absolutely soaked, my neediness was only growing as the weed and the drugs combined to make me some sort of hormonal nightmare that needed a cock inside of her right now. I roll my hips, holding onto Klaus shoulders for leverage.

“I'm old enough to consent…don't you think I'm pretty daddy?” They grip my hips tightly gritting their teeth.

“Y-yeah, h-ha-ffuck you're gorgeous. I can't tell you how many times I've looked at you and thought how beautiful you are. Which is precisely why I don't want you to make a mistake especially with your judgement-” I whine again.

“My judgement is not muddled.”

“You're high, I'm pretty sure your judgement is muddled.” He argues. I simply roll my eyes and lean forward to place gentle kisses on his neck.

“Just play with me for a little while yeah?” I ask with a seemingly innocent tone. Rolling my hips forward as he moaned and struggled to remain rational.

“Oh god…okay…f-fine…I’ll play with you a little bit…but that’s it…nothing…too much, okay?”

“Yes daddy.” I purr. He whines as he paws at my hips, already wanting more regardless of the boundary they just set.

“Ahh…g-god, how high are you? How do you feel?”

“Energized, like I want to jump your bones.” He shakes his head, screwing his eyes shut.

“That's the drugs and hormones talking.” I pull away from his neck, offended.

“Does that make my feelings any less real?” I ask with a pout. He sighs and grips my hips a bit tighter.

“No…No, of course not…it’s just…your judgment is very impaired right now, you’re saying things and doing things that you wouldn’t normally be saying and doing if you weren’t high…”

“Because I don't have the guts to tell you that I want to ride you like a show pony whenever I'm sober!” I blurt. Why did I say that!? It stunned me even and I was the one who said it. His eyes went wide and he stammered as I grinded against him again. I could feel how hard he was through his pants and the way he kept squeezing my hips told me that he was slowly losing control.

“J-jesus, fuck there's no way you're serious about this…” I didn't stop, just kept dry humping him, I had to have some sort of relief even if miniscule or I felt like I would explode.

“Uh huh…fuck Klaus…” I reached down between us to unbutton his pants and to my shock he gasped and bucked into my firm touch causing me to fall backwards. As I scrambled for purchase the only thing I grabbed was Klaus’ shirt, dragging him down with me. The descent and the realization that we were on the ground all blurred together and the second I realized what happened I started laughing. I wrap my legs around his hips and he grunts, his bulge still rubbing against me.

“Jesus, are you ok?” I nod and sit up, tugging my shirt off before pulling him in for another round of making out.

“Perfect…” I muttered into the kisses. Without warning he grabbed one of my wrists to pin it above my head, his other hand gently caressed my cheek. The kiss was tender and romantic but also firm and lustful. He needed release as badly as I did. I unwrapped my legs from his waist, arching up to take my shorts off before panting into the now broken, sloppy kisses. “Off…off get your pants off.” He didn't delay, letting go of me to sit back and frantically unbutton his pants. Any other time his lack of grace would've caused me to chuckle but tonight the reason was pure lust. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he took off his pants. “Yes…fuck yes.” He laughs shakily and lowers himself back down on top of me, kissing my neck. He plants a few more kisses before placing his forehead against mine.

“God you're beautiful you have no idea how long I've wanted this…”

“You pervert…” I tease with a smirk, he returns it before returning to the crook of my neck, kissing and nipping, slowly moving down. Every kiss made me feel tingly, the way his stubble scraped against my skin as he kissed me. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel between my legs. “Fuck…Klaus.” i looked down just in time to see him grab my bra strap with his teeth and tug it down. I found this so irrationally hot, my breath hitching as he did it again with the other strap. His hands meanwhile trailed down my sides to eventually rest at my hips. “Daddy don't tease!” He proceeded to kiss all the way from my chest to my stomach, gently all the while glancing up at me. Two fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and I bite my lip in anticipation.

“Hahh, I've been wanting to do this for so long…” He mused, all I could think was that he was going to rip my panties off and I ran my hand through my hair.

“Klaus if you rip these panties…” I start, not being able to come up with a reasonable threat. He simply looks up with this wolfish grin, mischief in his eyes.

“So you would be angry if I ripped them?” He teased.

“I don't like that look in your eyes.” He chuckles and grabs my hips, lifting me slightly so he could remove my panties.

“Don't worry I'm not going to rip your panties I'm taking them off.” I didn't know whether to be upset or relieved that he listened to me. They were a nice pair of panties that I really didn't want ruined but at the same time the thought of them just ripping my panties to shreds, desperate to be inside of me was more arousing. Once they were off and tossed to the side I feel exposed. Oh my God. This person I had been attracted to for a year with no sign of returned attraction is now between my legs, staring down at my soaked pussy. I quickly closed my legs, my thighs pressed tightly together. I felt ashamed. They could see how wet I was, they could see me in my most intimate place. He clicked his tongue. “Hey hey hey…don't hide baby girl.” He said softly, gently grabbing my knees and parted my legs again.

“I'm nervous daddy.” I say shakily. I could already feel my thighs shaking in anticipation, he hadn't even touched me yet and I was already a stuttering mess. He spreads my legs further and settles between them.

“Why're you so nervous? There's nothing to be nervous about I'm gonna take such good care of you…” He practically purred. He slowly inched down until his face was planted in between my thighs and I try to close them again but I couldn't. He held them open, his fingers tightening on my thighs there would be bruises the next day I could tell. “Shh I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, I won't do anything you don't like ok? Just let me take care of you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes sir.” I say with a nod. He smiled a bit and leaned back down, his tongue gently jutting out to taste me. The second his tongue touched my throbbing clit I gasp and mewl, closing my eyes. The feeling of his stubble scraping against my thighs, coupled with the gentle laps of his tongue against my soaked cunt was overwhelming. It felt better than I could ever have imagined, and I had definitely imagined it. Nights where I was having trouble sleeping and my mind landed on Klaus. We hardly ever had time away from each other, wherever we landed for the night he was always right there. Whenever I had enough privacy I would shove my hand into my pants and touch myself thinking of him, shoving my face into my pillow to muffle my moans and Whimpers of his name. I always liked to imagine my fingers were his but his fingers were longer and would've been able to reach places I never could so it always took away from the fantasy. I weaved my fingers into his curls and let out open mouthed whines and yelps. His tongue pressed inside of me, curling and lapping. I couldn't help myself, grinding into his face. I knew I should stay still because I was making it harder for him but it felt so good. He reached up and gripped my hips to keep me still. “Klaus, please let me move!” I begged, I could feel him chuckle the vibrations stimulating my clit further. When he pulled away he was smirking slightly.

“Haha, no you need to stay still for me baby I need to make you feel good.” He took a small break to kiss my thighs gently before teasingly nipping at my skin. I keep gripping his curls as he lapped at my cunt just a bit faster than before. I couldn't grind I could only wiggle violently. I held his face between my legs and sobbed out a moan.

“Mmm mommy…” I whimpered. He stopped and I immediately felt bad. Klaus was genderfluid he would be fine with it I had thought. As i open my eyes he was smirking. So this was ok?

“You like mommy better baby?” He asks, leaning back and pulling his shirt off leaving himself in just underwear. That didn't last long as he reached down, yanking them off. I didn't even get a chance to get a good look at his cock before he dragged me closer yanking on my thighs. I yelp as the tip of his cock settled in between my folds, putting pressure on my clit. He whimpered also, his sensitivity heightened.

“Whatever pleases you…” He smirks a bit.

“Good girl! Whatever makes me feel good huh? You're always so sweet to mommy.”

“Yes mommy I wanna be so good!” He Pushes forward, his cock slowly slipping inside and stretching me in a painfully pleasing way. “A-Ah…daddy too much!” I yelp, biting my lip. He struggled to stay still, his fingers digging into my plush thighs.

“Shh baby girl easy…don't bite your lip so hard I'll go slow, I'll take care of you.”

“Yes mam.” I say nodding as he slowly thrusts, slowly and fluidly.

“God…you're so wet and desperate for me aren't you?” He asks and I nod frantically.

“Yes yes so needy so pathetic.” I whine, saying anything to get him to keep going. He removes one hand from my thigh and placed it on my cheek. His thumb was ghosting over my lips and I opened my mouth taking it past my lips and sucking on it, giving him the puppy dog eyes causing him to groan.

“That's a good girl…” He praised, pushing his thumb deeper into my mouth and I made a show of gagging on it and moaning causing his hips to falter, thrusting just a bit harder as he took his thumb out of my mouth. The new angle he moved at hit that perfect spot inside of me that made me unable to think.

“Fuck! Mommy-daddy ah!” I yelp. His thrusts speed up as he chuckles.

“Aw are you struggling to pick one? You're so cute when you're dumb like this." I moan louder, I didn't expect for him to go this route but I loved it. Reaching up to dig my nails into his arms tightening my legs around his hips.

“So dumb…so dumb…” I pant.

“Such a shame poor baby, can't even decide whether to call me mommy or daddy aren't you just adorable…” He teases again. At this point his hips were violently snapping back and forth losing his patience. My tongue mindlessly juts out of my mouth, drool dripping out the corner of my mouth.

“D-daddy! Ah Mm God Klaus!”

“Mmm there you go baby girl calling mommy by their name you're so smart when you want to be!” He praises, reaching forward and firmly tapping on my cheek. I close my eyes tightly and whine feeling a tension growing in my belly.

“Mommy…daddy…I'm gonna…” I can't articulate anything, struggling to think as I get closer and closer.

“You're gonna what baby girl? Use your words, you're a big girl aren't you? You can tell mommy what you need can't you?”

“Cum I need to come please!” I gasp. He can't keep the whine from slipping from his lips, his mouth hanging open and his eyes screwed shut.

“Shit…shit shit…” He repeated over and over his cock twitching inside of me as he got close, he was no longer coherent simply whining and chasing his high with the determination of an unneutered mutt. I move my hips aggressively meeting his thrusts.

“F-fuck, fuck yes, fuck yes…AH Klaus!” I gripped onto him harder as I came, my legs violently shaking repeating his name over and over again. I couldn't think, my mind going blank. His grip on my hips tighten impossibly he doesn't want me to be able to back away as he chases his high. “K-klaus, wait please…not inside…” I warn. He nods, his eyes still closed and mouth still open.

“Uh huh…fuck…yeah..” He stammered, pulling away quickly and stroking his cock a few times and painting my stomach white. I look down with a smile, then up at his face he looked so relieved, his eyes closed almost like he was falling asleep. He collapsed forward onto me, his head resting on my chest and I smiled slightly, running my fingers through his hair.

“Mmm atta boy.” I purr softly. He nuzzled into me kissing my chest tiredly. He was such a sweet boy, he had went from fucking me like his life depended on his imminent orgasm to nuzzling into me wanting my affection. We didn't move for a while I just held him, petting him until he sat up slowly, his eyes half lidded.

“Cmon, let's go to sleep.” I slowly sit up as well, running my hand along my stomach and licking my fingers and palm clean tasting him with a groan. I take his hand with my clean one and stand. I wanted to ask him if I could clean up but he seemed to want to lay down right now, so I didn't care much. I could shower later. He reached down, handing me his shirt and pulling on his boxers. The second I pulled his shirt on he dragged me to lay on top of him on the couch.

“You're not going to go down to your bedroom?” I ask, stroking his chest.

“No…I don't think I ever want to sleep in separate beds again.” He said with a small smile. I smile as well and start slowly fading off to sleep.

[sensei-venus]

Omg for the social anxiety Reader what if Hawk's is the one to approach her and help her out? I need to know how he'd react to someone like that having been a shy bullied kid himself. If you want to ofc

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Reader felt herself freeze up as the new voice seemed to loom over her. A shiver ran up her spine as she slowly looked up at the person. Her heart speeds up a bit from being so close to a stranger.

Her eyes slowly glanced up to find a boy around her age looming over her. He wears a short mohawk and crystal blue eyes that seemed to glare into her soul. Her mind started to race as she thought about all of the things that could happen in that very moment. She felt her lip tremble a little.

“Uh you want this or not? I'll take it if you don't, I have been looking for a new hoodie.”

“No...no ill take it, thanks..” Reader was quick to take the hoodie from the boys outstretched hand. He difby seem to care that she basically snatched it right out of his hands.

He raised a brow as he looked at some of the shirts on her arm. A few band tees called out to him. Stuffing his hands into his pockets he said “You listen to them?” he points to one of the shirts. Reader looks down at the shirt he is pointing at and simply nods.

Her face is already starting to get hot, she didn't want to be here. Why did some attractive guy in the middle if the mall have to see her struggling to get a stupid hoodie out of all people. She wanted to but her tongue and run right now.

“Iv been trying to find their album for months now, it's sold out everywhere. Like I could just pull out my phone and listen to it but I would die for a hard copy.”

“Have you tried Tip Top records, over by the old roller rink? They sell CDs too and they tend to have a lot of sold-out stuff because like no one goes in there. It's like a hiding hole these days.”

Reader clamped up, eyes wide.

Was she really talking to some stranger right now with no issue?

“Really? Never even thought to go into that place but that definitely makes sense. I don't hear about anyone going to that place let alone buying anything from there.” The guy nodded and smirked. His teeth were bright and full as he looked her way.

“Oh yeah the names Hawk by the way.”

“Uh Reader.”

Reader didn't know why this guy was making her smile so hard right now. Any other day she would be running away to get out of this situation. She wouldn't even be able to get a few words out. But some how this guy was making her talk with no problem. It felt so weird and new to be able to talk to someone like this. For once she felt like she was having a normal conversation with a stranger.

Her heart was beating hard but not out of anxiety, there was a new feeling. The initial anxiety was slowly trickling away and new feelings were bubbling up inside her. For once she wanted to continue talking to someone new. Her stomach felt weird in a good way, she wanted to keep feeling that way. Talking to “Hawk” seemed to make her anxiety slip away.

“Hey I don't know what you're doing right now besides shopping, but some of my friends are going to go hang out in the court yard. Probably just get something to eat and chill. Why didn't you come? You don't have to talk or anything if you didn't want to....it would be cool if you just stuck around.” Hawk scratched the back of his head. His eyes lazily rolled as he threw a thumb behind him, a group of other teens was in the back laughing about something on a shirt. Those must be the friends he's referring to.

Reader looked around him and just stared at his little friend group for a minute.

“Trust me they're cool and if you feel uncomfortable or something, just let me know. I'll make them shut the fuck up real quick.”

She wanted to laugh at that but she could tell by his tone he was serious. Clearly, he didn't find the idea of his group of friends making her uncomfortable to be very funny. He watched for her reaction but didn't try to state her down anymore. He seemed to understand her nervous posture by this point.

Taking a deep breath Reader held the new hoodie close to her chest. Cheeks burning with nervousness and embarrassment. Slowly she looked at Hawk with a small smile.

“I would love to hang out with you and your friends. But I will warn you that I'm not much of a talker.” Reader mumbles out. Hoping she didn't chase off the new guy with her anxiety.

She was shocked when he just grinned and laughed saying “That's completely fine. Trust me when I say that most of my friends talk like crazy. They basically entertain themselves at this point. I would just enjoy it if you were there.” she sheepishly nodded at him.

The fact he wasn't pushing her to talk made her breathe a sigh of relief.

“Just uh meet us at the food court in a few minutes ok? It's not hard to sport up. See you later Reader.” he smirked and gave her a small wave before turning and walking off. He walled back to his friends who just slapped him on the back and went back to talking. The whole time he wears a smirk on his face.

Occasionally he turns his gaze back to her, just watching to see if she has run off or not. The whole time her cheeks feel like a lit furnace.

She quickly turns around and makes her way to the register. Clenching her shirts and hoodie in her arms.The smile that took over her face was huge and weird to her. For once she couldn't wait to go hang out with people, especially strangers at that. As she started to check out her stuff with the cashier she looked back toward where Hawk was standing before.

For a split second, she caught his eye and they just stood there looking at one another. Reader gave a small wave. Unexpectedly Hawk also gave a small wave, making sure none of his friends were watching him. He grinned at her before turning back to them.

Maybe meeting new people wasn't so bad when it was people you felt drawn too.

Maybe she could give it a try.

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Twenty|

•|Masterlist|•

Gally watched (M/n) as he paced back and forth near the swing, his hands closing tightly every now and again, heavy breaths leaving through his nose, huffing and scowling. He was mad, that much was obvious, and Gally could see how he was shaking as well, not entirely sure why, but he could guess.

"I need... To punch something..." (M/n) muttered, his teeth gritted and knuckles white. Gally could relate to his anger, he himself was still trying to handle his anger issues, and (M/n) only seemed to make them worse, yet better at the same time.

So he thought maybe he could help the (h/c) haired male out, help him calm down like all the times (M/n) had calmed him down, even if Gally knew that (M/n) had no knowledge of what he managed to accomplish within him.

"You can punch me, if you want," he randomly said, as if it wasn't anything serious, like a passing comment. Gally saw how (M/n) slowly came to a halt and turned to look at him, his scowl softening and hands relaxing.

"No, I could never hurt you, Gally," the blond chuckled at that, slightly flustered at the soft and gentle tone in (M/n)'s voice.

He pushed himself away from the tree he had been leaning against and took a few steps toward the swing, sitting on it, his back to the Glade as he faced (M/n), his feet barely pushing himself back and forth, "Well then... Anything I could do to help?" He decided to ask him instead of throwing ideas (M/n)'s way.

Gally saw him scowling again, albeit he wasn't angry this time around, and he walked toward him, holding onto the rope of the swing, just pacing around Gally as he remained sitting in silence, simply watching him.

(M/n) took slow steps for a few minutes, until he stopped behind Gally, "I don't know..." He said, lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, his sight landing on Gally's blond hair.

His hands moved toward his neck, gently and subtly gracing his skin with his fingertips, absentmindedly.

But his action caused a funny reaction out of Gally. He squealed, flinched and snorted within a margin of two seconds, moving away from (M/n)'s hands, who looked at him baffled by all of this.

"Don't do that," Gally mumbled between soft laughs and realization sparked inside (M/n)'s mind.

Gally's ticklish!

He will be having lots of fun with that new information.

With a mischievous smirk, (M/n) raised his hands and Gally looked at him, feeling confused for a few moments before he slowly started getting up from the swing.

"No... (M/n) do not-" but he didn't really care. With his smirk turning into a full smile, he snickered and reached forward, tickling Gally everywhere he could reach, and immediately after, despite trying to hold back his giggles, Gally's loud and cheerful laugh echoed in the Glade, making (M/n) cackle in response.

Gally tried to break free from his tickle torture, but failed and fell to the ground, squirming around as tears began gathering in his eyes, his face red from laughing so much and his tummy hurting.

Slightly far away from them, standing by his hammock, stood Lucas, observing (M/n) and Gally as they played around like kids. Stan came up to him, and watched them in silence as well.

And soon, all the Sloppers were watching the scene, some with dislike and disgust, while others felt indifferent but slightly annoyed. They didn't like the idea or knowledge of either (M/n) or Gally feeling and being happy.

Especially when the realization clicked in their heads.

They were in love with each other. And they could not let that progress any further, they had to do something about it, and it would take them as long as it needed to take.

//////

After having fun tickling Gally, they went back to work, or more like Gally did because (M/n) would simply watch from the side and help whenever they needed something from him, which didn't occur often, so that left him bored and with nothing to do.

Unfortunately, not having anything to direct his attention to, made him hyper-aware of Lucas' glare on him. He had been doing that ever since the little incident that happened. Whenever (M/n) looked, he stood there, clenched jaw and flared nostrils as he stared at him, a heavy stare he couldn't ignore.

It made him feel on edge and uneasy at how mad Lucas looked, and how crazy he was, completely out of his mind.

It didn't help the situation that Lucas would receive glances from others as well, those who had witnessed his rejection. Some felt sorry for him, saying that he at least tried to get with (M/n), while a few others would walk past him, "quietly and subtlety" making fun of him for liking someone as weird as the she-bean, someone as messed up as her and comment other stuff like that.

Nothing helped ease Lucas' sour mood, and (M/n) doubted anything would, awkwardly shifting in place and looking away. Although at least he had completely stopped flirting, and (M/n) wished it would stay that way, he didn't care if Lucas hated him now or not, he simply wanted some peace for once.

A goal that seemed way too hard to accomplish whilst living in the Glade.

But at least, he had a big guy that would always be there for him if he ever needed it. (M/n) couldn't help himself from staring at Gally and smiling, a deep sigh leaving his body without him meaning to.

As long as he had Gally by his side, he knew he could overcome any obstacle sent his way, just knowing he'd be there was enough.

//////

A new day in the Glade, and another day where Gally made him rest after doing some work. For once (M/n) decided to not cause Gally more stress than what was necessary, and for now, he found himself slightly swinging back and forth on the swing while humming a song, observing around the Glade, taking deep breaths and relaxing as he leaned his side against the rope. Until he heard the footsteps of someone stopping next to him.

He looked to his side and squinted slightly, realizing Billy was just silently standing nearby, resting on a tree. (M/n) stared at him for a few seconds, but the Keeper didn't utter a single word, so he decided to just vibe and ignore Billy for a while.

The silence was nice and chill, although it seemed like Billy finally managed to talk after having some kind of internal argument, one of which (M/n) had no idea was occurring.

"How are you, (M/n)? Like... Are you okay?" He blinked a few times and turned to look at Billy, who was trying to make the least amount of eye contact.

It was weird, (M/n) didn't think he'd get used to having Billy as a friend now, but he was actually kinda cool and sweet, although a little unhinged at times. And he found himself wanting to talk to Billy more.

"I'm good, thanks for asking," he answered with a small smile, "And you? Have Tim and Jackson been a pain in your ass lately?" His playful question made the Keeper look at him, chuckling as he got closer, sitting on the ground next to the swing.

"Yeah, but nothing out of the ordinary."

And soon, they found themselves enjoying a nice chat, which neither of them minded, surprisingly for (M/n), and Gally, who couldn't help but watch over him even while busy working. Gally had been skeptical about Billy getting too friendly with (M/n), but he understood that he had no right to tell (M/n) who he should and shouldn't talk to, and that he could be friends with whoever he wanted.

Billy hasn't done anything to make (M/n) mad or upset -not recently anyway-, so for now, he was cool in Gally's book.

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Later in the afternoon, (M/n) -who had gotten bored of just sitting and doing nothing- went into the Deadheads, keeping an eye out for any foreign movements and his hearing open in case of something weird making a sound.

Even while he crouched by the little river in the middle of the woods and played with some cool and pretty rocks, he paid attention to his surroundings.

He had been having fun all by himself, deciding to keep a few rocks that were just too pretty to leave them there, and using others to try and learn how to skip rocks. Whether he was managing or not was a different topic.

Unfortunately, his entertainment was ruined when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, the sound of footsteps reaching his ears, and slowly, he stood up, gripping a rock tightly in his hand.

He came eye to eye with Lucas, who had a frown on his face and wore a smirk, "Has your brain gone back to normal or do you need another beating?"

(M/n) could handle him if it got to that fighting point, but behind him, three more guys began making their presence known. Gale, Matt and Zachary stood there behind Lucas, and he could almost feel how the bile began rising in his esophagus, but he still tried to remain calm, maybe he couldn't take the four of them down at once, but he could take two and run if needed.

He took a deep breath yet tried to not make obvious how anxious this situation made him feel, and he managed to glare at Lucas, sensing something akin to exasperation flow through his body.

"Maybe you should be the one to get beaten up until you understand that I don't like you, greenie, I never will," (M/n) watched how Lucas' smirk grew wider and soon, a chuckle could be heard from him, albeit it lacked humour or joy.

"Yeah, you like... Gally, doll, how tasteless," he said mockingly, and (M/n) felt fear settling in his gut at the thought of them doing anything to harm Gally in any way, but he didn't let that show on his face.

"And where did you get that idea from?" He tried to sound sure of himself, as if to make Lucas seem like a fool for believing such a thing. (M/n)'s arms crossed over his chest as a way to hide the shaking of his hands, and he watched with a scowl how Lucas took a step forward.

"I saw it with my own eyes, doll, you can't fool me," while he talked, Lucas kept walking closer to him, and he tried not to shift or back away, "I'm smarter than that, I won't believe your little tactics."

(M/n) clenched his jaw, glaring straight into Lucas' eyes, however, he didn't have a chance to respond back, able to hear the sound of footsteps coming up from behind the Sloppers, and they heard them too. The three dudes behind Lucas cursed and scurried away

But Lucas didn't, he stepped forward one more time, his hand going up to hold (M/n)'s face with a tight grip, his warm breath uncomfortably close.

"Just know I'm not done with you, doll, if I can't have you..." the smirk on his face had been completely wiped away, leaving an empty expression, void of all emotions that caused a cold shiver to run down (M/n)'s spine. Lucas leaned closer, his lips gracing his ear, "No one can."

And just like that, he backed away and left.

(M/n) released a shaky sigh, a sudden image showing in his mind made his skin crawl, and he struggled to get rid of it, to ignore it. He could feel his breath quickening and his limbs going numb, black spots began to cloud his vision.

He closed his eyes tightly and tilted his head down, forcing himself to forget what Lucas said, to remember that nothing had happened and that he would be able to handle it, but Gally...

"Oh, hey, (M/n)!" He looked up at the sound of his name being called, and there stood Winston and Frankie, smiling at him.

He felt relieved at seeing a familiar and friendly face and he sighed, smiling back at them, "Hey, guys, what are you doing here?"

The abrupt sharp pain he felt on his palm, made him hold his breath in, and slowly he opened his hand, realizing the rock he had been unknowingly gripping had dug into his skin and left behind a couple of scratches, a few drops of blood showing up now that he had released the pressure that prevented the red liquid from coming out.

"We were just looking around for a place with enough mud, you know, for the pigs and hogs to cool down," he glanced up at their response and hummed, nodding as he glanced behind him, he had come across a puddle that wasn't deep so maybe that could work.

"In that case, come with me, I found a good spot," (M/n) turned around and began making his way deeper into the Deadheads, hearing Winston and Frankie following him.

It didn't take them long to arrive, and Winston crouched, touching the mud and feeling its consistency. (M/n) wasn't sure why he was doing that, but he let Winston be Winston.

"Well, I've gotta go, have fun with the mud!" He announced while beginning his way back to the Homestead.

He came across the Sloppers as they hung the washed laundry, and he made an effort to pretend they weren't there before heading inside and to the med room, where he found Jeff writing stuff on his journal, and he remembered Box day was coming.

"Oh, hi there, greenbean," Fry wasn't the only one who continued calling him 'greenbean' and he didn't mind it, it was rather cute at times.

"Hey, Jeff, how are you doing?" He asked while placing his rock down and searching for some disinfectant for his wound.

"Uh, I'm alright, I guess, just a little bored..." He looked toward (M/n) and noticed the blood on his palm, "Oh, let me help you with that," he rushed to put his stuff down and grab what he needed to bandage (M/n)'s hand.

"It's okay, I can do it myself-"

Jeff held away the disinfectant and the bandages, far from (M/n)'s grip, making him huff as he made his way to sit on the couch, extending his hand at Jeff, who smiled and proceeded to treat the cuts on his palm.

Since the area had gone numb, (M/n) didn't feel a thing, but he watched attentively how Jeff cleaned his wound and wrapped it with the bandages, securing it with some tape. With a small 'thank you' he walked back outside and sighed, slowly making his way back to the Builders, fidgeting with his rock while he did so.

He couldn't stop thinking about what Lucas had said, making him overthink and worry, hyperaware of everyone's movements and noises, his brain set on high alert.

(M/n) just hoped this whole thing would blow off soon enough, and that Lucas would forget about him eventually.

But perhaps that sounded more like a miracle for him at the moment.

"(M/n), I was beginning to wonder where you were-," Gally came up to him when he had reached the Builders, making him flinch as he wasn't expecting an approach from anyone just yet.

Gally noticed (M/n)'s reaction, and he frowned, soon noticing the bandage around his (left/right) hand, and he worried.

"Are you okay? What happened to your hand?" (M/n) blinked a few times, before glancing at his hand and dismissing the matter with a small smile.

"I just cut myself playing with this little rock, I'm fine, big guy."

Physically yes, he was alright, but he felt like his mind would collapse at any given point.

[centos-are-literature-fight-me]

I had an experience today, and so Tumblr must hear about it!

I have been variably disabled for years now. Some days the pain is too much for me to do anything but cry in bed, but most of the time it isn't that. Most of the time I can do what I want, but at a steep price, including knowing that I'm going to have cry-in-bed days for the rest of the week. But because there's nothing physically holding me back in the moment from doing the thing, my mind refuses to accept that I have disabilities, that I'm allowed to use mobility aids and accommodations.

I have owned a wheelchair for over 2 years now, but have only used it once when I really HAD to get groceries but couldn't walk. Otherwise, I would always find reasons not to use it. "Oh, I'll be fine," I'd say. "I don't want to deal with the hassle of fitting it into the trunk of the car." I always had a reason that it wouldn't be worth it. In reality, I couldn't stand the idea of people noticing me, of running into a friend I had previously hidden the health issues from "so they wouldn't worry," of feeling like a fraud when I climbed out of the chair and put it into the car again while walking on my obviously functioning legs. I was scared and didn't think I deserved the help.

But today, that changed. I wanted to go to a local street festival, and knew it would kill my legs to walk it. So I wore the right clothes (warmer than I'd need if I were walking everywhere), I told my friend the plan, and I put on my gameface. I was going to use the wheelchair.

And I did.

At the end of the day, my arms hurt like none other, and I'm exhausted, but I can walk. I can still think. I know I'll most likely get out of bed on time tomorrow for work. And no one glared at me. No one really seemed to care. Sure, people went out of the way to give me space on the sidewalk, but I had a wonderful time and actually enjoyed the festival in a way I never would have if I had refused to take the wheelchair out of the car.

I guess my takeaway is this: using aids and accommodations is inherently an act of self-love. It was a proclamation to the world that I am valid and worthy of experiencing good things. And I'm very proud of myself for loving myself enough to use a wheelchair.

[tf-au-mer-osborn]

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-You have 16 unanswered voicemails-

*opens one*

«uh dad, can you call me back? I had one of those dreams again and I dunno how to cope anymore. The faces keep showing up over and over and over and it's starting to make me paranoid. These... Weird guys were banging on my door at midnight and-»

-Message deleted-

*opens two*

«they're here again, can you hear them? Listen *tiny taps in the background muffled by his shirt against the receiver*»

-message ended-

*opens three*

«What the fuck? They're looking inside the windows. Please pick up, I think they're cops. I can't be found in possession of—»

-deep sigh-

*dials mer's number*

*phone rings out for a good amount of time before he picks up*

«*groaning sleepily* mmmnn'osborn speaking.»

-Hey, it's me, what trouble ya in?-

«s'nothing, I just got paranoid mm'bout the house making noises...»

-im gettin' tired of waking up to missed calls. Ain't much I can do about ya issues. Not much chop myself.-

«Forget it. I just had err... An issue. Y'know, one of those arrghh things. I know they're not real but when the tv gets too static-y and I smell certain things, I flare up.»

-You'll be right. Ya not a baby no more, should've stopped then.-

«I gotta go anyway. Trish is waking up and I don't wanna cause an argument about noise and being up.»

-mate, it's the afternoon, get her up.-

«*pause* right. Seeya. *Call ends*»

*he pulls the covers over his head as Trish stirs, sitting up and glaring at the sun streaming through the cracks of the curtains*

=Lemme guess, ya pa ain't happy bout ya mental stuff n' all the calls?=

*mer peers out from the covers just to warily glimpse her*

«Don't wanna talk about it... I think you should go home, I need to be alone.»

=After all the fuss to get me over here, ya gonna just shove me off?=

«...yes actually. Go home. I wanna watch tv and veg for a while. You can come back Friday if we're both free.»

=Aight but if ya cancel on me again after sayin' you're free, I'm not comin' back.=

*Mer contemplates her words but can't find it in himself to really care that much. Just as long as she wasn't too angry with him, that's all that mattered. A few afternoons without Trish taking up his bed and eating up his good food was good enough for him. He covered his head and rolled back over as she shoved his offspring shirt over her head and headed for his bedroom door.*

«Tell widow I said hi and give her an apple from me.»

=Get fucked.=

*Her reaction stung a little, the front door shutting just hard enough so that it could be perceived as slamming. It wasn't too bad, given he'd overburdened her with his weird nightmare talk and kooky stories about faces he knew popping up everywhere despite not actually knowing them. He knew her, more than she'd ever know but he'd always make a joke of it, not wanting to sound like he was even more nuts than he already was.*

«Hm, goodbye to you too cranky pants.»

*After laying there for a while, mer got up to boil the kettle for his coffee. The winter cold prickled at his bare back, sending goose bumps over his shoulder blades and emaciated physique. He'd hoped that the snacks he had left would fulfil him and maybe soften him up a little but he knew progress would be slow. The kettle wheezed to life as coffee beans were scooped into the mug with an unnecessary amount of sugar to sweeten the bitter taste, milk carton freezing at his fingertips as he held it and poured it down, cascading into the waiting hot water below. He took a sip.*

«Ah! Nectar of the gods»

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[chimericchaos]

Something I just realized about the lucid dreaming community is that they're all catholic

Ok I don't know that BUT one time, back in my lucid dreaming days, I found a tutorial on how to lucid dream and it also said stuff about what to do in the dream

The guy in the video said something that really stood out to me: in response to the common question of "can you have sex in a lucid dream" he responded with you cannot, because you won't even think to do so

Because, in your dream, you are the purest form of yourself, free from any earthly desires. So, why would you want sex when you can fly? Shoot lazers? Create things from nothing?

And little me heard that and thought "yes, that makes sense. One does not have sexual feelings in dreams because those feelings are a body-thing and not a you-thing"

Which is the biggest load of bullshit I believed at the time

The glaring issue: sexual dreams happen to everyone, everywhere, all the time. Even me, before watching said video. Yet, I had completely forgotten my own fleshly desires upon watching it. I still don't quite understand how

But now I look back on it and think, wow, that's an easy mental trap to fall into, and paints sexuality as something inherently not-you and therefore you're better without it. I feel like I've heard this somewhere before...

So to finally patch things up: sexuality is a normal part of being human. Yes, you will dream about sexual things, everyone does. It's not an issue. You should never need to feel ashamed for a basic human want, as one should never feel ashamed for wanting ice cream. Ice cream is a delicious little treat that you *could* go without your whole life, but there really isn't a need to besides social pressure

It's a brain-chemistry thing. That chemistry will carry over into dreams very often and into other areas of your life, and that's perfectly normal

And so, I should probably adress the great asexual elephant in the room: this can apply to asexual people too, sex is a normal thing everybody does. If you don't feel like that's for you, that's ok. It's like pineapple on pizza, you hear talk of people wanting and enjoying it, but you very much don't and can't understand why they would. It's ok to not like pineapple on pizza, as much as it is *to* like pineapple on pizza. And sometimes, someone may not like it, but will eat the pizza anyway. There are no real rules to it, just eat whatever you feel like at the moment, you have an entire menu available to you

Yes I know the specifics of sexuality don't 100% fit into a food analogy, but in my experience it seems like sex and food are very close together in the brain, lust and hunger are essentially the same thing. And so to simplify the entire thing: if you need to eat, then eat

So back to the lucid dreaming community, this post really was never about that. Neither was the original video I think, that video was about control, about giving people information that not only isn't true, but is also harmful to them. I think we should be careful about what information we take from a youtube video

There are many things can can easily be said without words

[thegardenoflights]

Hello

How are you?

If you're offering free readings, may I ask for one?

I wanted to know if I have a forever person like a husband in my future? I've been perpetually single and i wonder if I'm meant to be forever alone.. In case, I do have a person, can I know when will we meet or something about him or about our relationship or anything else?

I'm T, sun sag, she, interested in men.

Thanks a lot for this opportunity 🙏 Appreciate it.

Hello there,

First thing I want to say is I think you have lovely energy, that's something I could pick up on before the reading. I can see you being quite bubbly but shy in some cases. this might not be right but i can feel like you have a really big laugh.

The first thing I picked up from the cards was a big glaring message. and it is about how defeated you feel about the whole thing.

I have the ten of swords, strength in reverse and the seven of pentacles in reverse. this all means you are defeated, but also, you are not giving yourself any hope and that also you seem to always be searching, searching, searching and not finding anything. You seem to have already given up on these prospects, adding to what you said in your question.

I see you being really really down on yourself about this, my heart actually is kinda panging here writing this. you have such a sense of hopelessness at the moment, this could be tied into depression, mental health issues or a genuine feeling of sadness courseing throughout your day to day life. it's everywhere.

And yet I see your passion, your fire, your inspiration of love, you are very inspired by love... but yet when it comes to yourself, you are so low on yourself, you may suffer from thoughts that are negative, self-hating or pessimistic.

but the big message here from the cards is that this is blocking my answer on if you will have someone in the future. I literally cannot see it because the message of your current hopelessness is getting in the way,

So intuitively, I am reading this is that you will find someone for yourself, I am actually very very hopeful for you, you have a radiant energy behind you, and a lot of passion for love behind you to. but the only thing getting in your way is this belief. You really deserve to be loved, because I see you are so loving in so many aspects of your life.

Whats getting in the way is a lack of self-love and self care and a mix of fear too. The love you seek in others should go to yourself first. there are deep deep emotions within you about a need for self love that you maybe have ignored or submerged for so long. genuine, full, self love and care for the very best of yourself. if you don't know where to start in self-love... just think of one thing you genuinely love about yourself a day and focus on it, and feel the gratitude you give yourself.

And I must be completely honest here, you have maybe made being "perpetually single" a part of your personality and thus has created an energy to yourself, others, and the universe that you are "perpetually single", try to wean yourself out of the habit of talking about being single.

Spirit is telling you, you need to learn to love and care for yourself deeply before someone else can do the same. I know it sounds cliche, but I take this very strongly due to the fact I couldn't get a clear answer on your question.

I hope this helps, send feedback if you'd like. :)