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Silence is Golden 9

Warnings: This will include dark elements. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you’re put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

Lloyd narrows his eyes thoughtfully. It’s funny how when he thinks, his lips slant and one side of his mustache lifts. You follow his gaze to the stuffed animal sitting on the table next to your tray.

“Platypus.” He utters as he sits back and grabs a napkin. “It’s a platypus. It’s what you get when a beaver and duck… well…” he glances at you and exhales. “You know the deal, sweetheart.”

You nod and look at the toy as he wipes his mouth. You pet the plush.. She’s soft, that’s all that matters to you. She doesn’t remind you of cold floors and hard fists.

“So? You like the food or what? They charged me extra for the chicken, you believe it? I got nothing against paying good money for good food but this is mall tripe.” He slides his empty tray to the side and crosses his arms over the table.

You retract your hand and take your fork again. You twist up more of the noodles. So much you can barely fit it in your mouth. He frowns as he watches you try.

“Woah, don’t make yourself sick again. Just… eat. Normally.” His fingers press into his sleeve along his elbow. “Can you do that? Be normal?”

You stare at him. You’re not sure what normal is. If it’s like him, probably not. You bite into the ball of noodles wound around the fork like a chicken leg. The rest fall back into the plastic container. He sighs again.

“You really don’t talk? Like not at all? It’s been what? Two days and not a crack. I couldn’t do that shit. Now I’ve been on some fuckshit contracts where I hid in the dark for a while, alone, but I got a lot to say. Conversation is lively.” He rambles as he flicks his index nail with his thumbnail. He stops and considers you as you swallow. “You don’t or you can’t?”

You look at him. You shrug. He tilts his head.

“Right.” He sits back and drops his hands. 

You chew tightly. The food is good. You’re not sure why he complains about everything. Maybe that’s part of what he said. He likes to talk. It’s the one thing you know about him. 

He looks around the mall. The tick in his cheek keeps a steady rhythm as he grits down. It’s a loud place. You’re a bit unnerved too. He seems more irritated, like these people shouldn’t exist around him.

You put your fork down and grab the lid. You push it against the bowl. It squeaks but doesn’t snap. Oh. You can’t–

“Here.” He reaches over and grabs the bowl. He spreads his large hand over the lid and uses his thumb to guide the edge. “Shit is tricky. They cheap the fuck out with the packaging. But I guess the chicken is goddamn premium.” It snaps together loudly. “We’ll take it with us.”

You take a napkin and mimic him. You wipe your mouth then crumple it up. You gently set it next to his on his tray. He stands and grabs the bags. You look at the tray. He’s just going to leave it there?

You take his and stack it over yours. You carry it all to the bin across the corridor. He calls after you.

You dump it and search around before you see the trays on top. You add yours to the stack. You turn back and nearly walk right into a group of rowdy teens.

“Watch it.” Lloyd steps in front of one and redirects him with the threat of his elbow. “Idiot.”

“What the–” The teen starts.

“Try me,” Lloyd snarls.

He turns to you and holds out the container and the plush. You grab the stuffed… platypus. It’s a long word. Patty the Platty. Easier. You keep her under your arm and take the plastic container with  your other hand. 

“Come on. I’m gonna smack a child if we don’t go.” He grumbles as the bag crinkles in his hand.

You don’t doubt that and you don’t need another shouting match between him and some stranger. You step closer to him and he turns. He points you ahead.

“Stay close. This place is full of goddamn animals.” He growls.

You do as he says. You shrink down as more and more people pass by. You squeeze Patty close and huddle in so close to Lloyd, you brush his arm.

He hums and looks over. He shifts all the bags to his other hand then rests it on your shoulder.

“Too loud. Got it.” He curls his fingers around your shoulder and walks you to the door. He kicks the automatic button and ushers you through.

When you’re outside, you take a deep breath. You’re dizzy. He slowly drags his hand off you. You step off the curb and he just as quickly has a hold of the back of your shirt. He tugs you back up as a car drives in front of you.

“Sweetheart, you need to work on the spatial awareness.” He clucks.

You look at him. You didn’t mean to. You were just so relieved to be out of the busy mall.

“Come on.” He grabs your arm, just above your elbow and leads you into the parking lot.

Without him, you’d be lost, but he finds his car easily. You get in the back. He sighs. He puts the bags in next to you. You sit patty on the other seat and pull the seat belt across her. You click it into place.

You sit back and stare forward. Lloyd lingers in the open door. He stoops to tut at you. “Your turn.”

You look at him with wide eyes.

“Buckle up.”

You stare. He stares back. His brows arch and his forehead lines.

“You’re gonna buckle up the duck beaver but not yourself? You’re kidding?”

You don’t react. You’ll be okay. Patty is so small, she needs to be safe.

“Jesus,” he puts his knee on the edge of the seat and reaches over the bags. 

He stretches his arm past you and pulls the seat belt down across you. You sit stiffly and let him click it in. He recoils and hits the back of his head on the door frame. He hisses and rubs the back of his scalp. You frown deeper. His eyes meet yours.

“Whatever,” he drops his hand. “I’ve had worse.”

Your eyes fall to his reddened knuckles, still split like the day you first saw him. You point. He looks down.

“Didn’t hurt me as much as the other guy,” he scoffs and pushes himself out of the back seat. He snaps the door shut and stomps around the back of the car. You’re sure he’s telling the truth. You know the cruel things men can do.

[chiseplushie]

Patty😭 our girl is so soft

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silence is Golden 8

Warnings: This will include dark elements. This chapter has self-harming behaviour. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you’re put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

"It should fit." Lloyd holds up a pink shirt in front of your torso. "Do you like it?"

You lean away as you watch the kids in the corridor, hollering and running. They sound so happy.

Lloyd snaps his fingers. "You gotta pay attention. I'm not going all over town."

You look at him then the shirt. You nudge the hanger down then touch his shirt. It's a pail blue with paisley imprint.

"They don't sell this for ladies," he looks down as you rub the fabric. You feel him through it and quickly recoil. You take the hanger and drape it over your arm.

He sighs. "Fine."

He leads you around the store and picks out clothes as you trail him. He reads the tags then compares them to you. He mutters under his breath about lady things.

"Here," he turns and takes the shirt from you. "Let's get this paid for."

He takes you to the queue, marked off by cords. The walkway is narrow and claustrophobic as another customer follows you in. You stand in front of the display bin of last minute purchases and watch the cashier.

More people join the line as others enter the shop. You haven't been around so many people in forever. You get closer to Lloyd as he clucks at the ongoing transaction.

"You think someone who just scans tags all day could do it a little faster," he sneers.

You wipe your face as you feel a speckle of heat. The customer behind you keeps inching closer even as the line doesn't move. Two younger girls giggle and squeal loudly from across the store.

Your fingers tingle as your head spins. Your eyes search for an escape. There isn't one. You grab the closest thing to you 

The stuffed animal has a beak and flat tail. Even if it's strange looking it's soft. You hug it and rock as Lloyd keeps ranting about having to wait. He's not helping.

"Finally," he grabs your arm and drags you up to the counter as the customer ahead of you leaves. He marches up and dumps the clothes on the counter. "Credit and bit of urgency."

The woman behind the counter hesitates. Your shoulders are barely above the high edge as you stare at her. She takes the first item.

"Would you like a bag, sir?" 

"Probably need a few since I'm buying half your stock." He says dryly.

"Oh, okay." She says meekly.

You frown as you keep one arm around the stuffed toy and poke Lloyd's elbow. He grunts and looks at you. "What?"

You blink.

"I'm tired and hungry, give me a fucking break." He grumbles.

He taps his fingers on the counter as the woman folds each piece and puts them in bags.  You watch, soothed by her repetitive process: scan, fold, pack. Your vision fades out.

Lloyd huffs and swipes his card as she finishes. She slides the bags over the counter. He snatches them up with his receipt.

"Let's go find something to eat. I'm starving. This mall food's gonna fuck me." 

He points over your shoulder and you head for the door. You push your chin down into the soft plushy as the bodies in the corridor pass by in groups. So many people.

"Miss, stop." A man startles you as he puts his arm across your path. "What do you think you're doing? You pay for that?"

He yanks the toy from your hands and you shy away. You put your hands on your cheeks apologetically. You weren't thinking. You should've let the lady scan it but it was so nice and soft.

"Zero tolerance for shoplifting." He grabs your arms and just as quickly hisses and recoils. Lloyd wrenches his hand off you and shoves him away.

"What the fuck are you doing? You touching her like that for?" Lloyd snarls.

"She's stealing." The security guard shows the stuffed animal.

"She's not fucking stealing. She's-- look at her. She's harmless. Like a fucking kitten so you're not going to fucking touch her." Lloyd jabs the man's chest. "Unless you wanna try me, ass fuck."

"She was walking out with merchandise." The guard argues.

"You think I can't pay for a fucking...." Lloyd snatches the stuffy, "furry duck thing?"

He storms back across the store. You stand by the door. He butts in front of the next customer and shoves the toy and card across the counter. The cashier looks over at the guard then scans the tag. You feel bad. You put your head down.

Lloyd grumbles as he stomps back to you. He puts himself between you and the guard.

"Maybe you should get something else to do other than pick on women who aren't hurting no one. She's got fucking trauma, dickhat." Lloyd shoves him and pushes the stuffed animal against your chest. Slowly, you hug it.

He grabs your shoulder and guides you out into the corridor. The bags crinkle in his other hand as he pays no mind to oblivious shoppers and bulls through them. Finally, he stops and outs the bags on a table.

He points you into the seat. You sniff the air and all the savoury and sweet scents. He runs his hand over his hair.

"That guy was a dick. He coulda been nicer about a damn duck thing." He growls. "He's fucking lucky we're in public."

You squeeze the toy then slowly raise it. You hold it out to Lloyd. He needs to calm down.

"You keep it. Bought it for you." He insists and looks around. "You like noodles or something?"

You mope and lower the plush. He glances at you. You blink. 

"Stay here. I'll find food." He declares. 

[chiseplushie]

Lmaoo Lloyd pointing out Whisper's trauma I'm crying 😂.

But oh look at him being sweet 🥹 Whisper def needs a soft friend to call her own.

Tysm for writing and sharing this with us!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silence is Golden 7

Warnings: This will include dark elements. This chapter has self-harming behaviour. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you’re put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

"It's a lovely colour." Sheila assures you as she straightens the skirt and looks at your reflection.

You stare and crinkle your nose. You don't look like you. You're too colourful. You love the brightness but it feels like you're in a costume. Maybe that's best. Don't show people who you are.

You tilt your head and touch the skirt.

"Well, it sure beats dusty old khakis or whatever the fuck," Lloyd startles Sheila as he appears behind you. "I didn't think there was legs under all that."

"Sir," Sheila turns and puts her hands on her hips.

"What? It's a compliment." He scoffs.

"You're not very kind to her if you think that," she puts herself between you and him.

You spin to stare at her back.

"What the fuck's it your business? We came here to buy clothes. Don't you work on commission?"

"I do, sir. But I can have decency." She crosses her arms. "If you don't have anything productive say, maybe you should wait out in the gallery."

"Are you tell me what to do?" He challenges.

"I'm giving you some sound advice. And perhaps you might clean up your vocabulary."

"How about you dislodge that stick from your ass?" He sneers.

"Why, you are absolutely repugnant!" Sheila exclaims.

You sidle around her and along the rack of hangers. Neither of them notice as their voices get louder. They hurl their barbs back and forth as they argue, getting closer and closer to each other as they do.

You snake around Lloyd and scurry out into the front of the shop. There's some other shoppers milling around, a few glancing over to the voices coming from the back. You put your head down and head for the door. You've caused enough chaos.

You push through the door and stumble onto the pavement. You look back and forth. You stare at Lloyd's car. You should wait there. Or just go. He told you to stay though. Stay or go... a classic riddle written into many a song.

Barking distracts you from your inner conflict. You look up at the tiny black dog with mop-like hair. He jumps at the end of his leash and tugs his owner. He's looking at you. He wants to say hello.

You step off the curb and cross the parking lot. You wave your palm at the woman holding onto the other end of the leash. She calls to the dog, "Marley, please!" She spots you as you get closer. "He doesn't bite. He's just friendly."

You put your hand out to the wet nose. He smears it all over. You let him. You slowly move your hand over his furry ear. So soft.

"He likes you." She says. You lift your head and look at her. "His name's Marley."

You turn your attention back to petting Marley. Tension rises around you. She coughs.

"Anyway, we should keep..."

"What in the fuck are you doing?" Lloyd snarls as you're swooped off your feet. The lady gasps. "Running off like a stray fucking cat."

He swings you up over his shoulder. "Sir! What--"

"Mind your fucking business!" He turns and sticks out his other arm towards her. You can only imagine his lewd gesture. "Get that yapping fucking mutt away."

He staggers away as the barking turns ferocious. He sighs and carries you back across the lot. You play with a wrinkle in the back of his shirt.

"Whatever the fuck that is, stop. It tickles." He demands. "Shit fuck piss and hell." He goes to the car as it chirps. He stops and opens the back door. "We gotta fuck off out of here. That bitch Sheila called the police. You believe that?"

He bends and puts you inside. You sit stiffly and twist to see through the back window as Marley walks away with his owner. Lloyd slams the door. He drops into the front seat heavily.

"Look, we're going to the goddamn mall. You're too fucking much." He cranks the wheel as he backs out carelessly. "Don't need bitches like Sheila cunting up the place."

He drives down the street and clucks his tongue repeatedly. He looks in the rear view then growls.

"You know what the fuck you're doing to me here? Driving me up the fucking wall and for what? You can't fucking say a word. Can't even give me a yes or no. Can't buckle the fuck up. Can't fucking do shit fuck or piss." He speeds up. "Fucking waste of space. I shoulda let that guy shoot you. Would've fixed that brain."

You shrink down as he gets louder and louder. You look down at your lap. The wheels spin then all at once, screech as he curses. You look up at the red light and a honking driver. He honks back.

You push across the seat and shove the door open. You get out as he shouts. "Hey! FUCKKKKKK!"

You walk past the car and another whips by in front of you. The next stops before it can hit you. The one on the other side just brushes you and another hits their brake.

"FUCK! WHAT IN THE FUCK!" Lloyd holler's, getting louder and louder. You close your eyes and keep walking.

Once more, your feet leave the ground as he scoops you into his arms. This time he cradles you against his chest. He turns and shifts, air blowing past you at high speeds.

"Jesus. I'm gonna be pancake batter because of you." He snarls then jolts harshly. You open your eyes as he kicks a car as it stops. "Can't you see I'm walking here, idiot!"

He carries you back through traffic. With the arm hooked under your legs, he angles his hand to shoot several drivers off. He puts you back in the car and rips down the seat belt. He buckles it.

"Do that again and I won't come get you," he points in your face and you go cross-eyed at his thick fingertip.

He backs out of the car and closes the door. Once again he gets in the driver seat. He shifts into gear and drives through the now green light. You're quiet. You thought he wanted you gone.

It's hard to know what people really want. They never say and by the time you figure it out, it's too late.

[chiseplushie]

Good for Sheila. She deserves an award! It makes me happy when someone stands up for the guy. 🥹 Whisper is still getting her bearings, learning about the world again.

Omg Lloyd needs to use the child locks on the doors. Walking into traffic like that 🙁 poor baby. I know they just met, but it's no wonder Whisper gets all mixed up, with the way Lloyd treats her. The dick.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silence is Golden 6

Warnings: This will include dark elements. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you’re put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

The socks make your feet itch but Lloyd said you have to wear them. The laces tied tight around your ankles to keep the oversized shoes in place cut off your circulation. It's his handiwork and he wasn't kinda about it.

"Google, Siri, whatever," he says, "find me lady clothes."

"Sure, finding women's clothing stores in your area." The digital voice chimes back. You watch the map on the touchscreen rejig as he drives slowly. The speakers ding. "Would you like to go to the closest location?"

"Fuck. Yeah, sure." He snarls and shakes his head.

"Re-routing." The voice replies.

He sighs and grips the wheel tighter. He glances over at you. You stare through the windshield from the back seat. You feel bad.

"You know, you keep walking around in my clown shoes and those ratty rags, people are gonna ask questions. That's it. I can't have you drawing attention. Doesn't work for a guy like me."

You twiddle your fingers over your grey corduroys. They're rough and there's a hole in the left knee. They could just be patched.

"None of this works for me. You get that? I was supposed to get millions for that job. What do they give me? Polly fucking Pocket over here. Doesn't say a damn word and folds herself up in the closet." He rants to the road. "And I'm here tryna figure you out. Like I fucking care. Get it straight. I don't. But I want my fucking money."

"Turn left at the next light." The GPS says.

"Go fuck yourself," he barks back. "Bitches, always telling me what to do. Getting in my way."

He lets his gripes trail off and you turn your attention to the window to your left. You knot your hands together. It isn't something you haven't heard. Even Rocco said as much. Worthless once you stopped talking. Once... things happened.

You slide across the seat and pull the door handle. He slams on the breaks as you open the door.

"Hey! The fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?" He twists and tries to reach you between the seats. "Why the fuck am I asking?"

You reel back and close the door. You look at him. He closes his eyes and tilts his head until his neck cracks. He turns straight and slowly leans on the gas.

"You stay. Til I get my fucking money. That's the deal. I don't know how the fuck that works but I'll untie the asshairs of the shit stain situation." He growls. "And you're not going nowhere until I do."

You were trying to help. To get out of his way. You're not sure where to go or what to do but you don't need to be his problem.

"Nice to know you fucking listen though. That's one thing. Not a lot of girls I know do that." He sniffs and shifts in his seat.

You consider him. He doesn't have a wife. You think she'd be in that big house but he's old enough. Maybe he's divorced. That might explain some things.

It would be nice to be married. To someone. Just to have someone. Once you had people you loved.

Better not to think of them.

You sit back. You're sorry to him. Sorry that he wanted more than you. You can't help but wonder why Rocco gave him you instead. He should've let that man with the rifle pull the trigger.

"Your destination is on the right." The automated voice cuts through your thoughts. You blink away all that and sit up. He pulls in and pumps the break sharply. You hit the front seat with your shoulder.

"One day you're going to buckle the fuck in," he tuts.

He gets out and you follow. The shoes flop with each step. It's awkward.

He leads you to the front door of a boutique. You enter and flutter your lashes at all the colours. You sidle around to a display and take a pair of sunglasses. You put them over your eyes. Better.

"Too big." He nears and takes them off your nose, replacing them with a smaller pair. "You look like a bug."

You wiggle your brows above the lenses. He turns away. A woman in a pink blazer struts out from behind the round counter.

"Hello. How can I assist you today?" She greets him.

He points at you. "She needs something to wear."

"For anything in particular? An event?" She prompts.

"Every day, I guess." He shrugs. "You know better than me what ladies want. It's why I'm in this fucking hole."

"Oh my," she bats her lashes. "Well, of course, we can get her a nice wardrobe. Some basics." She looks at you. "Well, those clothes are very well loved, aren't they?"

You stare at her. She looks at Lloyd as he wanders over to toy with something lacy. You're not entirely sure what it is.

"She doesn't talk so good luck," he scoffs. "She's not picky, neither."

The woman's eyes crinkle then soften as she looks at you. She smiles. "I'm Sheila, sweets. How about we look around and you can let me know anything you like."

You watch her. She's uncertain but gentle. She touches your arm lightly and you wince.

"I'm sorry, sweets. You lead the way, okay, I'll be close." She assures.

You drag your feet forward and swivel your head back and forth. You see something purple. You go to it. You lift the sunglasses to see the real colour. You touch the sleeve and show it to Sheila.

"It's very nice. We'll try it on?" She asks. You don't answer. She nears and searches the rack. "I think I can find your size."

You sidle along. There's a rainbow cardigan that goes down to your ankles. You carefully lift the hanger. You hold it out to Sheila.

"She doesn't got anything," Lloyd calls over. "So make sure you cover tits to ass."

She frowns and shakes her head subtly. She takes the sweater. "Oh dear." She whispers.

[chiseplushie]

Lloyd's trying but he's giving reader mixed signals. Sheesh. It's hard to know when he's just blabbing vs saying what he means. Especially when she's been locked up and alone for however long.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silence is Golden 4

Warnings: This will include dark elements. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you’re put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

You watch as the world darkens to nearly pitch then slowly starts to soften. The night rolls into dawn as your eyes itch with the pass of time. You yawn as the sunlight sears over the skyline.

You turn and peek into the bedroom. Lloyd is in the bed, a muscular arm exposed over the top. He's a very big man. At least to you.

You creep closer as you look at how his bicep bulges and a vein runs down it. Your look down at yourself. You're not very strong at all.

You look at him again. His breath ruffles the shirt hairs of his mustache. It looks like it tickles.

You bend and touch the short bristle. You pinch a strand and pull. His eyes snap open and he swats you away as he snarls.

"Jesus's tits, what are you doing?!" He rubs his upper lip. "Balls."

You stand straight and stare. He looks at you with blazing eyes. Oh no, you made him angry.

You put your head down and get to your knees. You put your arms out and wait. You bite down in expectation. He huffs.

"For the millionth time, what the fuck are you doing?" He growls.

You don't move. You don't like the way he yells. Your body locks up from the volume.

"Hey, you," he turns his legs over the side of the bed. "Get I--"

He grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet as his voice catches. He pushes down the sleeve of your loose shirt. His thumb touches a strip of scar tissue, ridged and hard. It's one of many.

He lets you go and clears his throat. "You're right. Should get up. Get back on the road early." He brushes past you, his feet slapping on the floor. "Damn I gotta piss."

You stay by the bed. You hang your arms at your side and stare at the rumpled blankets. You hear his stream hit the water. The toilet flushes and he yawns loudly as he comes out.

"Coffee first." He says. "Gotta get my dick on straight." You turn to glance at him. His brow twitches. "Judging from the looks of you, you've dealt with worse than my language."

He scoffs and stomps out. He wears only a pair of tight briefs. The muscles in his back are as defined as the rest of him. You follow and longer in the doorway.

He puts a cup in the tray of the coffee machine. He jabs at the touch screen impatiently. He turns to lean on the bar and tilts his head at you.

"You sleep?" He asks. You stare. "Alright... Well, you seem alert."

He reaches up to tidy his missed hair. He drags his palms over the shave sides and drops them. The machine grinds as it spits out coffee.

"You drink coffee?" He asks.

You're as silent as ever.

He sighs and grabs the cup. He looks at it then you. You turn away and go to the window. A pigeon flies up and you point. You hear him slurping.

"Right," he mutters.

🙊

You walk out in the hotel slippers. They're too big but comfy enough. As Lloyd opens the driver's side, you wander past as you watch a man walk a dog across the road. You remember a big fluffy dog that was so soft to pet.

"Stop doing that," Lloyd reins you in just before a car drives in front of you. "You're going to get hurt."

He drags you to the car and opens the passenger door. You just stare. He pushes you inside.

You sit and he shuts the door.

As he goes around, you turn and wriggle between the seats into the back. He gets in and exhales loudly.

"Alright. Sit back there."

He slaps the wheel and checks the mirror. He stretches his neck and buckles his seat belt. He turns the engine and the car thrums.

He pulls out and you slide over to the window. You watch people pass by with cups off coffee and baby carriages and children. It's like a television but better.

Lloyd turns on music. It's familair. You think you know it. An old band with a dead singer.

You bob your head as he pulls away from the city scenes onto the highway. He clicks his tongue.

"Huh? You like this song?"

You bop your head harder.

"I probably got more Queen..." He mutters and pokes at the screen.

You lean into the seat as you sit sideways and watch the cement barrier blur by. This isn't too bad. You can see, you can hear, and you can feel.

🙊

It's dark again. Your head feels full. You're tired but you don't want to sleep. You want to stay awake and stay in the world.

The car goes quiet. Lloyd gets out and stretches. A light trims his silhouette. He comes around and opens your door.

"Out. This is it." He declares dully.

He leads you up the drive. Orbish lights cast over the green lawn and the little marble statues. The house is immense. Like Rocco's...

You stop and gape up at it. He keeps walking. He gets to the front door and turns back. He searches the dark.

"Sunshine? Come on. I need a drink. ASAP." He calls.

You twitch and shuffle over to him. You climb the steps in the oversized slippers. Your foot slides through the open front and you trip.

You brace yourself but don't hit the ground. Lloyd catches you and pushes you straight. He keeps hold of you as he guides you up the last two steps.

"You need to lay down." He says. "I got more than enough beds for you to do just that."

You might do that but you don't think you'll sleep.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silence is Golden 3

Warnings: This will include dark elements. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you’re put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

Lloyd shuts the door behind the hotel worker. He keeps his hand on the wood for just a moment. You can sense his exasperation. It’s like static buzzing in your ears.

He pushes off and goes to the table where the tray was left. He uncovers it. You cross your ankles then cross them the other way. You haven’t moved since he told you to sit down. You’re used to staying in one place but now, seeing everything, you’re antsy.

He lifts the lid and releases the savoury smell of the food. You blink, long and hard. All at once, your stomach concaves and the loud grumble rolls through the room. You lower your chin, embarrassed.

“Well,” he pulls out a chair and drops onto it heavily. “If you’re hungry, get over here.”

You rock on the edge of the couch. You stand then sit back down. What if it’s a trick?

He chews noisily. You get up and sit down again. You’re caught between caution and fear.

He sighs. Alright. It’s worth the risk. He might be as mean as all the other men but you’re starving.

You go over and stop by the table. There’s two plates. He eats off one, chomping down on two fries at a time. You take a single fry and hover it in front of your nose. You sniff. It smells so good.

You take a small bite. It tastes even better. You shove the rest into your mouth and swallow it without chewing.

You take another, watching him as you do. He glances at you and tilts his head slightly. You pop another fry in your mouth. He runs his hand over his hair then plants his elbow on the table. He continues to shovel down the fries.

You look down at the plate full. It’s so much food. It’s more than you dreamt of, laying in the dark with your empty stomach. You grab the burger with two hands and squeeze. The condiments drip down the sides. You bite into it, as much as you can, and hum.

All the flavours are so much. You could cry, shout, jump up and down. Your stomach mulches and you gobble down the sesame bun and thick patty. THe melted cheese sticks to the roof of your mouth and you don’t stop until there’s only a bite left.

You sense the silence and stillness of your company. You peek over at Lloyd. He’s watching you.

You drop what’s left of the burger onto the plate and try to wipe the grease and ketchup from your face. You only smear it around with your gooey hands. He reaches across the table and takes one of the napkins from the stack. He holds it out to you.

You snatch it and mop up the mess.

“Must be good,” he scoffs and picks up his burger.

You push your shoulders up and move to sit across from him. Your stomach churns around the food as you pick at the fries. You nibble as your appetite dwindles.

You drop a fry and lean back. You make a face and rub your stomach. You ate too fast and too much.

He chews, a speck of mayo clinging to his mustache, and narrows his eyes at you. Sweat beads on your forehead. You put your other hand to your stomach. Oh no.

“Don’t you dare.” He drops the burger and stands. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Before you can react, he hauls you out of the chair. He half drags and half carries you across the suite. He angles you through a door and bends you over the toilet as he flips the lid. You wretch into the bowl without hesitation.

“Shit. Shit!” He repeats it louder the second time. “That was too fucking close, sunshine.”

You shake and heave. You hug your middle as you stare down at your puke. You frown.

He slaps your back. “You good?”

You stand straight but can’t look at him. You push down the lever and flush the mess. You turn to the sink and twist the faucets. You rinse your hands then bend to rinse your mouth and face.

He steps closer and you tense, but don’t wince. You can’t let him see the fear. When they see it, they like it, and they do more.

“There’s a toothbrush.” He points. “Toothpaste…”

You look around. You take the brush and unwrap it, then uncap the paste. You look between them before it clicks. You know what to do. You spread the toothpaste over the bristles then wet it before shoving it in your mouth.

“Alright,” he sidles past you. “I’ll be out there.”

You brush your teeth. Your gums are sensitive and your tongue too. The mint is overwhelming but so fresh. You don’t stop until you’re gagging once more. You wash the brush and put it in the cup.

You go out. Lloyd covers the tray with the lid. You hope you didn’t ruin his supper.

Your eyes dart over to the window. You cross the suite as you gaze up at the stars. They’re so far away but so bright and beautiful. You keep your eyes wide open and stare until they water. You finally blink, the dotted sky stamped into your vision.

“I’m gonna get washed up and lay down. Got more driving to do tomorrow.” He says. “Jets down in Cabo with a buddy.”

You don’t react. You peer out over the city. Cars drive by with red tail lights and you can see a shadow or two walking down the street. And all the signs. There’s so much to see. So much it hurts.

“Alright, well… okay.” He mutters.

You hear him go. A moment later, a door shuts, followed by a low thrum. The pipes hum inside the walls. It’s a calming sound. It reminds you of warmth. You could close your eyes and feel the water.

When he shuts the shower off, you give a start. You listen. You can hear little things. Clicks and the occasional cough or grunt.

The door opens and he clears his throat. You stay at the window. It’s so nice to be close to outside.

“All yours.” He says. “There’s another towel…”

You stare off at the city; wherever it is. It’s dark but it’s not vacant. Not black and endless. It’s something.

“I’m gonna lay down then.”

Still no answer. He retreats into the next room. You touch the glass with your palms and crane to see more of what’s below.

Not long after, the light shuts off in the bedroom. The silence is stagnant until he starts to snore. Then you relax, just a little.

You lean into the cool glass and rest your cheek against it. You forgot the world outside the darkness. You forgot how beautiful and scary it is.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silence is Golden 2

Warnings: This will include dark elements. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you’re put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

You lean forward as you stare at the man. The lines beside his eyes crinkle. He looks tired. You reach to trace your finger along the crusted cut along his jaw.

He twitches and jerks the steering wheel. He gets the car under control and veers back into the lane. He swats your fingers away.

"The hell are you doing. Sit back." He barks at you. "Shit. You scared me. I almost forgot you were back there."

You touch your own neck and look at the rear view mirror. He meets your gaze briefly. His eyes narrow.

"It's nothing. Felt better before you decided to poke at it." He shakes his head. "Didn't I tell you to buckle up?"

You slide back and turn to look out the window. You remember car rides on lazy afternoons and a voice that feels like home. You don't remember what home was. Or who.

It's better that way. When you try, your heart gets all jittery and your eyes burn. You can just be where you are.

"Well, dont bitch at me if you go flying through the windshield," he sighs and taps his fingers restlessly.

You watch the landscape darken under the setting sky. You can feel the temperature as it seeps in. It smells like night time.

The tires spin without stop but slow as the moonlight washes over the front of the car. The silver light shimmers like silk. You lean forward again. His arms knocks your chin as he stretches it.

"Christ." He drops it. "You are... Whatever. My ass is cramping. I need a fucking break."

He taps around on the touchscreen. The maps centre on a moving dot. You lean further forward and point. It's you. You know by how it moves.

He waves away your hand. "I can't see. Stop that."

You stay there, leaning between the front seats as you watch him press down on another dot. The map recenters. A voice chimes.

"Fifteen minutes to destination. Take the next off ramp in one mile."

You tilt your head and knock on the screen. He pushes you gruffly. "Eh, what're you tryna do? Shit's expensive."

You show your palms and pull back. You sit on the seat and watch his shadow. He mutters about Rocco. You agree.

He listens to the woman speaking from within the car. You see a sign light up above you and read the letters. Hilton. That sounds familiar.

He pulls into the large lot lined with other cars. You slide across the seat and your nose touches the window as you count them all. He opens the door and you nearly fall out.

You scramble out and he snaps the door shut. He huffs and turns, checking the watch on his wrist. It glows as he lifts it. Your eyes wander around. There's more lights.

You follow the flickering firefly and suddenly reel back as something snags your elbow. He snarls as he spins you around. You blink at him.

He turns and pulls you with him. Your eyes water at the shine of the large tinted windows and the bright marquee. He drags you through the doors that open on their own and he approaches the desk.

He looks at you and loosens his grip cautiously. "Stay." He points at you. He waits. You don't move. "Good girl."

He faces the woman behind the desk. He feels around in his jacket. He takes out his wallet and flips it open.

"Gimme a suite." He demands.

Your fingers follow your gaze up the vaze or plush flowers. You feel the petals and it teeters dangerously. He reaches over and steadies it with an exhale.

"Hands to yourself." He snips.

You drop your arms. He looks at the woman again. You stand on your toes as you watch her. She's very pretty. She has eyes like gems.

He snatches a card from he and jabs you with his finger. "Let's go before you break something."

You walk with him, glancing over every few steps. Your feet slap on the floor and echo. He stops and hits a button on the wall. It lights up. It's been so long since you've been in an elevator. Or anywhere.

Or you think it's been a long time.

"Tits, where the fuck are your shoes?"

You look down and wiggle your toes. Those were taken a long time ago. The doors slide open and he prods you through. He jams the close button until you're locked in.

"Look at you..." He does just that as you stare at the mirrored wall. You reach to touch your own hand. He clucks.

The elevator stops and the doors split apart. He takes you out and says a number. You find it on the wall and point. He scans the censor and the door opens. He pushes it inward and gestures you through.

You enter and take in the ivory walls. There's a cushy bench that looks soft. A cost rack in shining gold. A talk vase with elegant leaves sticking out the top. You touch them and smell them.

"Alright, get in." He nudges you.

He sits on the bench and pulls off his loafers. You step further in and walk in a big circle. You stop in front of the couch and touch the cushion. You push down and let it bounce under your hands.

"You gotta eat or something?" He asks.

You turn. He's reading a leather folio with a scowl.

You near him and he looks at you above it. You grab the phone behind him and put it to your ear. A voice greets you.

"Hilton. How can we serve you?"

You pull the receiver from your cheek and look at it. He snatches it from you.

"Go. Sit down." He points across the room. "Yeah," he turns as he speaks to the phone, "double order of fries and some burgers. Yeah. Bye."

He hangs up as you lightly lower yourself onto the couch. You bounce in place. He faces you as you kick your feet

"What the fuck did they do to you, sweetheart?"

[chiseplushie]

He's a bit of a dick (no surprise) but at least he's observant enough for the both of them. I hope he doesn't give her a hard time :/

Do we wanna know how long we'd been with Rocco? 😭

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silence is Golden 1

Warnings: This will include dark elements. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.

Character: Lloyd Hansen, smol, mute! reader

Summary: you're put in the custody of a strange man with questionable motives and an even more questionable mustache.

Please reblog if you enjoy and leave some feedback! Muah 💋

The door opens and lets in a slat of light. You squint at the sharpness of the glare. Your vision speckles with shock of it. You lower your head and rub your eyes.

"Out. Now." The terse demand has you to your feet before you can think.

That's best. Listen, don't talk. That's safe... as safe as you can be.

The man in black leads you down the blinding white hall. You shield your eyes as you follow his heels. His treads squeak on the floor. He stops and you nearly collide with his back.

He growls and opens a door. He backs up and looks at you as he holds it open.

"Go. Don't talk."

Easy. You obey and enter the next room. You stop just inside as deja vu slaps you across the face. You remember a room where terrible things happen but can't pinpoint what.

"Here. Take it and go." The gravelly voice tickles the same part of your brain. "Before I cut that strip of shit right off your lip, huh." You shakily follow the grinding timbre. Rocco fills the chair like a gluttonous king looking over his court. He sneers across the room and shoves a handful of cashews into his mouth. "Go!"

Flecks of nuts spatter with his command. He doesn't mind how they land in his lap as he grabs another handful. The men on either side of his chair tense and shift their rifles across them.

"You're shittin' me. I want my money." A man scoffs back. "Fuck you and your fuckholes. We had a deal."

"I said you'd be paid. Never said nothing about money." Rocco chuckles tauntingly. "Get that nut hair out of my sight before you leave in a trash bag."

"You don't know who the fuck your fucking," the man barks back as he points, pushing back his red blazer to reveal a pistol with a long silencer. "You can't even stand, Jabba."

"Don't need to," Rocco snickers and throws nuts at the man. "Get out of my sight. You buzz like a gnat and I will smack you down."

The other man grits his teeth. He grips his gun and several others click noisily in his direction. He scans the room. He's outnumbered. At least a dozen to one.

"This isn't the deal," he snarls.

"Take it or walk. Job's done. I'm content." Rocco clicks his fingers and a tall blond brings him a glass of dark wine. He smacks her ass. "Hell, you'll be doing me two favours."

The man who took you from the dark room shoves you. You stagger and hit the ground. You land on your elbows and wince. You shake as you lift your head and look up at this strange man.

The sides of his head are shaved short but the top is long and slicks back. The hair above his lip is brown and bristly. He grips his hips as he looks down at you from beneath a bruised brown. His knuckles are cut up and there's another cut under his jaw.

"Don't want her. Very well. Dali." Rocco growls.

You sit up and turn as feet stomp toward you. You face the barrel as it aims at your forehead. You don't shy away. You stare at the man behind it. He feels as little as you do.

"Woah, hey. Fuck." The man grabs your arm and wrenches you away from the rifle. "Fuck. Gotta get something for all that bullcock."

He yanks you up to your feet and you fall back into him. He pushes you to your feet and you lock your legs. He clucks and stomps his foot.

"Just you fucking wait, Rocky. I don't take my dick raw." He barks and spits on the floor. "Fucking buddha motherfucker." He twists around and hauls you around with him, shoving you ahead. "Walk, baby girl."

You look up and take careful steps. You're waiting for the first bullet to fly. You get closer and closer to the door. The man sighs and once more latches onto your arm. He tugs you onward as he opens the door and pushes you through.

The door slams behind him and he ushers you down the stone steps. He mutters to himself. Words you wouldn't say.

He drags you down the long drive that splices through palatial lawns. Your eyes wander to the greenery. So so full and bright. You blink, not quite believing it's real. Your dreams aren't even this colourful. Your eyes water as the sunlight tints through your lashes.

You stop suddenly and pivot. He yanks you back before you can walk off. You stare at the yellow finch as it flies away. He pulls you backwards as you continue to take it all in.

"Jesus. Walk. Goddamn." He hurls you ahead of him towards a car. He's on your heels as he comes up and opens the back door. "In."

You crawl to the middle of the backseat and sit. He slams the door. He gets in the front and the axel shifts with his weight. You lean forward to see through the windshield.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" He sneers.

Your eyes widen as a butterfly hovers across the glass. He huffs and pokes the tip of your nose.

"Hey, you, got a name or some shit?"

Your eyes flick over to him. You just stare. His brows furrow.

"Earth to bimbo, speak!" He snaps his fingers.

You seal your lips tight and shrug. He sighs and sits back in the seat. He hangs his head. "Shit."

He clucks and turns the engine. He adjusts himself on the seat and grips the wheel. He checks the rearview and pulls toward the gates.

You don't know who he is or where he's taking you. Not even, why, but it's nice to see outside. You would be happy if it's the last thing you see.

"You can call me Lloyd. If you ever decide to open that stupid mouth." He drives through the gates and sniffs. "God-shit-fuck. I knew that guy was a cock block. I fucking knew it."

His ramble trails off and he taps the touch screen. Music blares from the speakers. You slam back against the seat in surprise. He adjusts the volume and you fall across the seat as he turns.

"Buckle up. Or don't." He tuts. "I don't fucking know if I even care."

[chiseplushie]

Omgoshhh poor reader. From one prison to another 🙁

So excited to sink my teeth into this series

[thezombieprostitute]

Love Languages

Summary: God can't figure out why you're not responding well to his courting you.

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, Stalking. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's mini challenge.

A/N2: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

You were an enigma. God did not respond well to those. He found himself studying you to try to figure you out. He even learned about love languages so he could try to communicate better with you.

He'd snuck into your apartment and cleaned it a few times. After the second time you called the police saying someone was breaking in and you didn't feel safe. God crossed off "Acts of Service" from the list.

He'd left post-it notes at your desk, in your car, sometimes in your purse telling you that you were pretty. Or that you smelled nice. Or that you had good taste in clothes. You called the police again. Clearly you weren't a "Words of Affirmation" person, either.

Another night, he snuck into your apartment and placed several bouquets of your favorite flowers throughout. He also left several boxes of jewelry he thought you would like. You woke up terrified and ran off to stay at a friend's place. He sighed and removed "Receiving Gifts" from the list.

That just left Quality Time and Physical Touch. Well, he grab you tomorrow and you take you home with him. That way, either love language will be in play and you'll finally react how he wants you to.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly;

[chiseplushie]

He's so thoughtful! Considerate! Generous! 😂😂😂

[chibird]

It's called parallel play in children, and I enjoy it even as an adult! It's nice to just be able to do your own thing in the company of others.

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[politicalprof]

Well, you know, some bathroom graffiti offers insight.

[madfishmonger]

Red marker handwriting on a bathroom wall. Text reads:

“Boss made a dollar Granddad made a dime But that was a poem From a simpler time.

Boss made a thousand Gave pa a cent But that penny paid the mortgage Or at least it paid the rent

Now Boss makes a million And gives us jack Smugly blames the workers For the labor that he lacks.”

[a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark]

And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls.

[maichan808]

So I finally crossed off a long-held fanart goal of mine – to draw a Harlequin romance cover xD. It was a pleasure to collab with Tsumi (again) and Bette Noire for the first time. Her Big Bang NOVEL (because calling it fanfic doesn’t do it justice) was a privilege to read, and I only wish I had enough time to complete more illustrations for it.

Art for The Scottish Boy by Bette Noire (Stucky Medieval AU, 120k) The year is 1333. The English are at war with Scotland. 19-year-old West Country knight Sir Steven excels at jousting, but yearns to prove himself in real action. So he jumps when his sponsor, Baron Alexander Pierce, invites him on a secret mission with a dozen elite knights. They ride north to a crumbling Scottish keep, capturing the feral, half-starved boy within and putting the other inhabitants to the sword. And nobody knows, or nobody is saying, why the flower of English knighthood snuck over the border to capture a savage, dirty teenage boy. Pierce gives the boy to Steve as his squire, with only two rules: don’t let the boy escape, and convert him to the English cause.

read the fic | view tsumi’s art | purchase prints

[smlmsworld]

I read the prologue offered by Goodreads, but I’d rather buy the book than read it on Kindle. Sadly, DeCampi’s website isn’t secure, so no going there.

It is very good, but all the names were changed so that Marvel references were eliminated.

Might end up needing the Kindle version. But can I read Kindle off a laptop? New territory for me.

♥♥♥

[raccoonmilf]

Shoutout to my dad who accidentally moved into an up and coming black lgbt neighborhood and was very disappointed to learn that all of his “new friends” weren’t actually interested in how to use iNaturalist or where he saw coyotes on his walks 😔🙏🏻

[raccoonmilf]

You misunderstand. My father has accidentally been on multiple dates now with multiple guys he was hoping wanted to be friends 😅

[raccoonmilf]

Oh bless him

[adonischildsupportcase]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Roo's Birthday Bash 2025

🍰Lloyd-A-Palooza🍰

🎉Party Favours🎉

I will be giving out Party Favours! These will be ficlets of at least 300 words. I will be giving these out the week after my birthday (August 18 - 24)

How to get yours:

When this event is live, I will post a link for you to submit your requests.

Ficlets will be focused on birthday celebrations and Lloyd! You may send in a request in which you denote either of the following: a gift Lloyd would gift (we all know he’s the best gift of all so that’s a given) or somewhere or something he would take you to do on your special day.

Each person can request up to two.

🎁Birthday Gifts🎁

This is a mini-writing challenge! You all can give a birthday gift to everyone by writing a drabble, ficlet, or fic based on the prompts below. For this challenge, you’ll pick a nickname (we love Lloyd loves gifting those) and a dialogue prompt for inspiration.

Guidelines:

You must write for Lloyd Hansen!

You may submit up to three creations for this challenge.

You may write anything between fluffy and dark.

I will not accept stories including beastiality, animal abuse, minors/underage, body fluids (spit and cum are allowed), feet, or A/B/O.

Stories can range from 300 to 5000 words in length. Please hide anything over 500 under a ‘read more’ break.

Please include warnings if your story as dark if it includes dark elements.

Stories can be canon or AU.

Submissions are open as soon as this post goes up and will remain open until September 15 (a month after my birthday).

Prompts:

Nicknames

Sugar Tits

Sweet Cheeks

Sunshine

Kitten

Lollipop

Sweetie

Baby face

Toots

Honey Pie

Bean

Dolly

Peach

Cupcake

Boo Bear

Pookie

Dialogue

Can you do that again? I didn’t get a good enough look.

Damn, you suck off your husband/wife with that mouth?

You got a handful.

You’re so damn touchable.

Argh, that hurts. Do it again.

Let’s see how far we can take this.

You do that on purpose or do you just look like you need a good fucking.

Why go out for dinner when you got beef at home. It’s me. I’m the beef.

I just waxed the stache so why don’t you hop on the throne.

Spankings can go both ways, you know that?

Why would you do that? You know I don’t have any self-control.

I feel it deep down in my balls.

I’m hard in more ways than one.

Are you choking me right now? Tighter.

I’m not an asshole for no reason, you know that? They’re just all selfish reasons.

You keep crying like that and I might just do something.

I don’t know her. Or… I don’t remember her name. Something like that.

Nothing wrong with being a bottom.

Just touch me!

There isn’t a minute of the day when I’m not horny.

They want to kill me and I can’t blame them.

I’m a dangerous man. Dangerously sexy.

You’re acting like I’m such a bad guy. I could be much worse.

I should be mad right now but I’m just incredibly horned up.

You can spit in my face but insult the mustache? How dare.

Thank you all for getting involved! I’m so excited!

A special thanks to @stargazingfangirl18 for the suggestion!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

For Someone I Love. Forever.

Hi all.

I'm posting here and I don't expect anything of y'all but I'm doing it for my grandmother.

My grandmother passed July 2nd. She lost the battle with cancer and I spent the two months previous as her caretaker every weekend. In the hospital, at home, and again, at the hospital.

I've been grieving and I've not been in a place to discuss it much. I'll keep it brief. My grandma was like my second mother. She raised me as much if not more than my parents. I love her and I lost a piece of myself with her. That's all I can say without breaking down.

That being said. If you can, only if you can, please keep Emily's spirit alive and donate to provide new furniture for the palliative room in her local hospital.

I love you all. Thanks for being my distraction during this incredibly difficult time.

Palliative Care in honour of Emily

On July 2nd, my grandmother passed from terminal cancer. She was diagnosed on May 22nd and it escalated very quickly. As we readied to say g

[cataclysmictranquility]

do you ever look at your pet and you can literally feel your heart melting because you love them so much