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ashersanity · 5 months

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- @princesstokyomoon, @bobsquatley :)

Sometimes your caretaker can’t help themselves around you.

YANDERE! BAILEY

asher, we’ve been over this.

content warning! very non-con, mentions of violence, murder, somnophilia, voyeurism spanking, gunplay, choking, bailey is a warning on its own, expect the worst.

pc and bailey are gender neutral as always unless explicitly stated otherwise

“Your body was always mine. Just like your first time.”

yandere type : sadistic, possessive, controlling, overprotective

Yan!Bailey who needs you by their side at all times. Doesn’t matter why, the shitty caretaker is somehow coming up with some sort of sick excuse to have you in their office. Starts off with simple things, gruff voice demanding you to come in here already, needing you to dust the floor, it’s dirty, they claim. No speck of dust in sight, but who are you to deny Bailey? You know what happens when you do. Escalates to having you now on their lap, comfortably seated on their thighs. It’s an order of theirs, they say. Right. Of course it is. if they have a cock, then they’re slipping their length into your hole, cock warming them for the entire day.

Yan!Bailey who gets that weird sinking feeling in the pit of their stomach at the sight of you chatting away, lips curling up into that damn smile of yours, softly laughing along to Robin’s jokes. Y’know like some weird school boy/girl who immediately gets jealous, seeing their crush talking to someone else. Familiar steps drawing closer until they’re looming right over you and the poor orphan, dark look on their face, assigning you both different chores to have you two separated for the day. Brushes it off after like it was nothing, doesn’t know why they got so heated up about it either.

Yan!Bailey who can’t possibly help themselves around you, wooden floor creaking under the weight of their heavy footsteps, slipping into your room at night without that pesky orphan being by your side for once. Well, not like it’s going to stop them from doing what they have to do. Disheveled, unkempt, dark hair that’s usually slicked back, breath reeking of booze as they draw closer to your sleeping form, tall frame towering over yours. Look at you. Blissfully ignorant, unaware of what they’re doing right now, how their tongue slicked with sweat and vodka trails over your pristine, perfect lips, untouched by any of the filthy bastards in this town. You don’t even get to know that your first kiss didn’t go to sweet, old Robin.. Bailey’s own lips pressing against yours instead, tongue slipping past between your teeth.

Yan!Bailey who has several cameras installed in your room, lens catching each and every movements that you make, including the much more.. private ones. Needing to know what you’re up to, what you’re doing, who you bring into your room, entangled bodies softly landing against the cushioned mattress. Forbids you from sneaking anyone into the orphanage after that, claiming it’s for whatever bullshit reason they gave you. Stores in the tape right onto their computer, dim light of the screen reflected in their eyes, fixated on the way you blush and pant, hands slowly circling around your sex. Always comes in handy after a long, stressful day, needing to let off some steam, a low groan reverberating in the office.

Yan!Bailey whose punishments only grow increasingly worse and worse by the day, catching you slacking off during your chores or entering their office a few too many times results in you bent over their lap, begging for mercy. Palm raised, unrelenting in their blows, smacking your bum till it turns red, as red at the blush on your face, squeaking voice and hiccuped sobs echoing through the desolate room. The caretaker who doesn’t stop just as that, needing you to fully regret your actions and repent for them. Finger slipping inside your hole, alternating between thrusting their digit in all the while spanking you. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Thrust in, thrust out, spank. Makes you messily cum all over yourself like the whore that you are, dangling legs trembling over their lap. Ignore the wet patch that formed on their trouser/skirt once you leave, giving Bailey a last fleeting look over your shoulder.

Yan!Bailey who doesn’t hesitate to put a bullet through the eyes of any motherfucker who even dares to lay their dirty hands on you. Who do they think they are? Messing with their own property? The one in charge of this whole town? In their own presence? Don’t question what happened to that one thug that got a little too bold with you, shamelessly groping at your behind as you walked on, blindfolded and gagged, uselessly drooling away. Thought that would slip past the caretaker’s eyes? Idiot, nothing does. Never with Bailey. And they’re also making it your own problem too, grasping at the back of your head, forcing you down onto your knees once more. Time to apologize in the way you know best, whore.

Yan!Bailey who’s a bit too much into this whole gunplay thing. Cold steel of their gun pressed against your temple, finger hovering over the trigger, barrel loaded in. Servicing them on your knees like the slut that you are, knowing they can blow your brains out at any moment. Fat, wet tears rolling down your cheeks, struggling to swallow them all. Hissing lowly under their breath, taking in the image of your tear-stained face, flushed cheeks and parted lips. So goddamn pretty. Raping you with their shotgun right up your ass, taking in delight in the sounds of your choked up sobs as they slide the length in and out of your poor, abused hole. Presses an uncharacteristically soft and gentle kiss to your forehead to soothe your nerves. How cute.

Yan!Bailey who doesn’t feel a shred of guilt or remorse at having you locked up in the orphanage, forever theirs to stay. Didn’t want to pay up your debt? Fine by them. Now you’re paying the caretaker in a different way, gloved hands firmly gripped around your throat and applying pressure, tugging at the wrists tied behind your back, chest pressed up against the hard surface of their desk. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Makes sure Robin is there to see by pure “chance”, by accident, walking in on you in this vulnerable state, legs limps from the other’s treatment, utterly helpless. That’s good. Show that orphan who you really belong to now, huh?

Yan!Bailey who’ll track you down no matter where you go, wherever you run off to, to the ends of the earth, dammit. Thought you could get away from them? From Bailey themselves? The one that practically raised you? Fucking arrogant brat, they’re here to put you back into your place once they find you. Taking advantage of the power, ressources and numerous connections that they have in this town, it’s only a matter of time before they find you. Once they do, it’s over. Utterly. Fucking. Over. You’re here to stay with them, chained up to their side, collar tightly locked around your bruised up neck, lettering of their own name visible over your skin. Bailey fucking owns you. And they’ll make sure you have that simple notion ingrained into your stupid little brain. Make ya learn because that’s what you’re good at. Right, brat?

[END OF POST]

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#the fact that this isn’t all that different from their canon selves says a lot..#fucking tsundere #I know you care for pc in your own way #a very weird way at that #dol #degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #so this is the first thing I post about them huh..#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #character x reader #asher writes #badly at that

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theauthorinaugust · 4 months

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Redacted audio as things me and my friends have said;

“It is my god damn car, we will listen to weezer if I want too,” -Darlin

“On a scale of one to ten how mad would you be if I grabbed your tits?” -Babe

“Zero, get the hell over here baby girl,” -Asher

“If you don’t want me to ride you ass don’t do stuff that’s ass-rideable,” -David

“We all agree that man slaughter is horrible-“ -Doc

“I don’t.” -Hush

“Wow, the mommy issues ain’t mommying today.” -Lasko

“Hey siri, what does ‘raw-dogging’ mean?” -Lovely

“God, I feel like I just had a lobotomy-“ -Freelancer

“You just ate a slice of cheese cake???” -Damien

“Cheesecake lobotomy.” -Freelancer

“Orgy’s are basically like clown cars but for sex.” -Gavin

“Canoes aren’t good for sex, and there are killer werewolves around.” -Gavin

“It’s a sexual position attributed to the 1985 film Back to the Future!” -Freelancer

“Ugh! Who did that? Who just crashed my car?” -Vincent

“I dunno, but he sounds like a very handsome individual.” -Lovely

“So you can go on about your nipples but me talking about eating biceps for dinner is too much for you?” -Angel

“I’m a dentist. Please put your penis away. There are no teeth down there; I checked.” -imp!sam

#redactedasmr #redacted headcanons #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted asher

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replaycamera2 · 8 months

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Midnight Snacks with Redacted Characters

• For all the grief he gives Angel for it, David does keep a single pack of instant ramen on standby in a location he refuses to disclose. He’ll dress it up a bit with a soft boiled egg, some frozen veggies, tofu, leftover meat, whatever he can find.

• Asher isn’t much of a cook, but if Baaabe is hungry in the middle of the night he loves to make some Nutella on toast.

• Milo doesn’t like waking up in the middle of the night as he’s super groggy, but if he and Sweetheart are hungry he’ll throw together some yogurt, berries, and granola before flopping back down.

• Vincent and Lovely don’t need sleep or human food anymore, but occasionally they both get a hankering for a midnight McDonald’s run. They always get it to go and eat outside.

• Sam constantly has to deal with Darlin’ rummaging through the pantry in the middle of the night like a damn raccoon. He won’t let them gorge themselves on chips, instead making them a packet of instant oatmeal before dragging their nocturnal ass back to bed.

• Gavin will never say no to a late-night 7/11 run, though in the interest of keeping Freelancer alive during the day, he’ll rift there himself and come back with whatever snacks they want (provided they’re not too caffeine/sugar laced).

• Avior loves cuddling Starlight throughout the night, content to stay awake and watch them sleep. If they wake up hungry, he’ll magic up some scrambled eggs on toast before cuddling them back down and using just the tiniest bit of dreamwalking magic to help them get back to sleep.

• Lasko tries to make sure he’s not hungry before bed but if he or his partner wake up hungry he’ll make a big mug of hot chocolate (or chocolate milk).

• Hux has a seemingly bottomless supply of granola bars that he keeps for snacks. He keeps a box in his nightstand as well, “Just in case.”

• Damien has a horrific habit of making a protein shake if he’s hungry in the middle of the night. Hux is trying to help him break it.

• Ollie has an undying love for leftover midnight pizza. He swears up and down midnight pizza hits different in a Michelin star way; Babe is convinced it’s the sleep deprived delirium talking.

• Aaron hates getting woken up by Smartass in the middle of the night so they go ninja-mode lifting themselves off his chest. They’ll usually just munch on some dry cereal right out the box before heading back to bed. Aaron secretly does the same thing and has yet to be caught drinking milk straight from the carton.

• Ivan likes having chai and cookies if he and Baby are hungry in the middle of the night. He’s a firm believer that warm drinks and cuddles make a happy, sleepy Baby.

• Elliott is that bitch who makes an entire box poptarts at 1AM. He’s not sorry and he is sharing.

• James likes to have apples and peanut butter for a late night snack. He tries not to eat anything too heavy that’ll slow him down in the morning.

• Anton loves some warm pumpkin soup for a midnight snack. It’s always homemade and he always keeps a little on standby just in case his partner needs it.

• Guy will gorge himself on candy in the middle of the night. Honey keeps finding his stashes but Guy just keeps finding new places to hide his Sour Patch Kids. Honey’d check for secret compartments in the drawers if they thought Guy had the handyman-ness for it.

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messenger-of-stupidity · 9 months

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As a bisexual with a raging hand fetish, when men, women, and everyone in between or outside of wear rings, it is something glorious.

But as much as I would adore every character wearing rings, I just don't personally believe they all do. Could they all pull it off? Abso-fucking-lutely.

But here's my opinions that no one asked for but people are getting regardless. Starting off strong with the Shaw Pack. (I'll do the listeners in part two)

David - I'm sorry but the only ring he wears and is going to wear is his engagement/wedding ring. No matter how much Angel wishes he would wear others.

Asher: no rings, but his nails are always manicured. He loves getting designs done. (Besides wedding ring ofc)

Milo - thumb rings. That's all I have to say. He wears a promise ring on his thumb since he doesn't want people to think he's married since he and Sweetheart agreed that marriage wasn't for them.

Christian - he likes wearing rings on his middle fingers and pinkies.

Arden - nah.

Amanda - she gives off bracelet vibes.

DAMN SQUAD (+ Cam) -

Gavin - he's got the rings that have chains to connect it to the bracelet. He knows he has nice hands and likes to accentuate it in whatever ways possible.

Lasko - he had a fidget ring on his thumb of his non dominant hand so whenever he is talking someone he can spin that bitch like a record player

Damien - I wanna say yes, but he wouldn't. The metal would take longer to cool off and it would just be a pain. He doesn't know when he's going to have high emotions that raise his temp.

Huxley - no. The rings would get dirty if he was digging in the dirt and he doesn't want to dirty them because that "like, not very cool to do ya know dude?"

Caelum - Freelancer once tied a piece of string around his finger and he shows it off everywhere he goes because it's his favorite piece of jewelry.

Cam - yes. He wears fidget rings but they only exist to gift to his more anxious charges so he can help them. It's easier to keep them on hand for when needed. (Haha get it?)

Sovereign-related storylines (+ Hush) -

Elliot - yes. I can't really explain why but he gives like twisted metal delicate ring vibes. He definitely has pinkie rings, if not others.

Blake - as much as I want to say yes because I adore him... No. he doesn't. 😭 He feels it would get in the way of him tracing the designs on his listeners skin. Plus if he's touching them, he doesn't want anything between him and them, rings included.

Avior - Yes. Very much yes. Yes bark bark grrr woof bark awoo

Vega - considering he doesn't really care for human materialism, I don't see him wearing rings. Unfortunately. Fingers crossed that Warden convinces him to.

Brachium - yet another I wish was true but he hasn't ever been to the mortal realm in person so he's never had the opportunity to try rings. I think he would look nice in them though. 👉👈

Hush - he seems to be having an interest in humanity, so I can see him exploring it. He figured out rope knots so he obviously been researching. So yeah, I could see him playing with rings.

Unempowered (+ Morgan for organization) -

Aaron - No he doesn't. I can't explain why but he doesn't give me that vibe.

Ollie - yes. But for one reason. Erik said Ollie is most like himself and Erik wears rings. (Does that make me simp for his hands? Perhaps. but that doesn't matter nor is it something I will ever put where he will see it.)

Guy - I'm going to say yes. He consistently takes them off and tries to use them as currency to Honey so he can have the hoodie. He takes them off before going to work since he works with his hands (ehhhn)

Ivan - sometimes. It's not a habitual wearing, but rather needs a reason.

Geordi - he used to. Then they felt like they weighed his hands down too much. He talks with his hands a lot, he's very expressive.

Morgan - No. Another that doesn't give me that vibe.

Vampires -

Vincent - Yes. He was the reason I made this post because I wanted to talk about how fucking amazing he would look in rings. 🤤🤤🤤

Sam - He doesn't seem much of a ring person for some reason. He would look good in one, especially when driving.

William - Yes. He likes to buy one at each turn of a half century. He has favorite ones he wears all the time. They have big jewels and are older than most vampires in his clan.

Adam - he only lost his head, not his hands. He was wearing spooooky rings when he died. (Plus he liked the way Lovely shuddered ever so slightly when the cold metal of his rings dug into their skin just before he bit them. ... God I'm a simp)

Quinn - yes. Just... Yes. He also had those full finger rings. The ones that have claw at the end, you know what I mean. He wears those to draw blood from his victims needlessly. It only serves to bring them pain. (I'm going to hell for this thirst)

Alexis - yes. It makes her feel superior to have pretty things.

Edit:

James - he only really wants to wear his wedding ring. He only wears other rings to make people believe all his rings are decoration and people don't go looking for his partner.

Marcus - no. I don't know why but no

Anton - also no. He could look nice in them though I think.

Brian - his wedding ring. That's it.

Xavier - before he died, he wore rings when he wasn't playing. He didn't mind the cold material.

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dominimoonbeam · 23 days

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Practice Makes Perfect - 7

the college au. from the start on ao3.

haha this fic started off as pure smut but has turned into complicated as hell relationships and emotions...

David/Asher, Milo/Sweetheart, Gavin/Huxley

Practice Makes Perfect - 7

Somewhere between the locker room confession and getting out of the showers, most of the team had decided they all needed breakfast.

Asher tried not to sneak glances at David… or outright stare at him. He’d said he liked him. In front of everyone. And as much as Asher’s mind tried to convince him he meant it as friends or was trying to patch up the awkward situation between them… he knew that wasn’t what David had meant.

Asher was pulling his hoodie from his locker, the team already talking food and carpooling to the diner. David came up beside him, their lockers side by side like always. He palmed the back of Asher’s head, ruffling his wet hair before sliding his hand down to give the back of his neck a subtle squeeze that sent chills through Asher’s whole body. “Ride with me?” he asked.

Asher almost bit his damn lip, nodding. He liked the public affection, subtle but somehow screaming loud. They’d always been touchy, but this was different.

They needed to talk but right now, this was nice. This was fucking perfect. Maybe Asher didn’t want to talk. Maybe talking would ruin it. Asher tended to ruin shit by talking…

They all made their way out of the locker rooms, into the morning air, spilling toward the parking lot.

He stopped, forgetting all his own shit when he spotted Huxley and, of all people, Gavin talking just up the path. Hux had taken off quickly. He did that sometime and Asher still hadn’t figured out if he should stop him or not. Maybe he needed to get away from the crowd? Maybe he didn’t want to hang out? As much as Asher would respect that, he just wasn’t sure that was it.

There was something awkward about Gavin and Huxley’s conversation. Hux was twisting the strap of his back and edging a step back, to the side, like he didn’t know how to get around the man in front of him… who was half his fucking size.

“Huxley!” Asher shouted, smiling and peeling away from the group. “There you are! Fuck, you left in a hurry.” He stopped like he was surprised to see Gavin. “Hey, Gav. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up this early…”

Whatever strange nervous look had been on Gavin’s face was gone, replaced by the smooth flirt Asher had known for years. “Oh, I think you have…”

Asher grinned and leaned up to throw an arm over Huxley’s shoulders. “We’re going to get breakfast. You coming with, Hux? I’m trying to get a pancake eating contest going.” He nudged his chin at Gavin. “You want to come too, Gav?” He was already turning Huxley toward the parking lot and the team.

He was more than a little surprised by how Gavin hesitated. He even asked Huxley if it was okay. What the fuck was going on between them? And when did that even happen?

Milo spotted Gavin and the team was soon cat calling and begging the notorious art major to join them, some offering to win the pancake eating contest in his honor and others trying to talk him into joining. Gav flourished under the attention, even pretending he couldn’t figure out Milo’s helmet, getting him to put it on for him.

Asher still had an arm over Huxley’s shoulders, but didn’t catch any signs of jealousy. In fact, it was Gav sneaking peeks at Hux, not the other way around. What the hell was between them? “If you really don’t want to hang out, we can drop you at the dorm, but you should come! This place has the best pancakes.”

Huxley nodded. “Sure. Yeah, I mean if you guys don’t mind,” he said.

Asher grinned, steering him straight for David’s truck.

Darlin was pitching a mock fit about Gavin stealing their ride on Milo’s bike and asking why he never buckled their helmet on for them.

“If you don’t move your ass, you’ll be walking!” David warned, hitting the button to unlock the truck just before he reached the driver’s door.

Darlin whined but sulked to the back seat.

They all climbed in, Hux in the back and Asher sitting shotgun.

David waited pointedly until the last of them, Darlin, buckled up, and then pulled out of the lot.

Milo zipped around the truck, earning a hard scowl from David for dangerous behavior that Asher just knew would come up later and already laughed about.

“So,” Darlin spoke first. “What’s up with you and Gav?”

Asher twisted around to look at them, torn between scolding Darlin and really just fucking wanted to hear the answer.

Huxley shrugged. “Nothing. Why?”

Darlin laughed. “Nothing? Are you serious? Because it looked a lot like he’d been waiting for you to get out of practice to talk to you.”

Huxley’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? No, he wasn’t.”

David tipped his head, focus still on the road, but Asher saw it. David definitely thought Gavin had been waiting too.

“When did you two meet?” Asher asked, making it sound casual rather than the fucking interrogation Darlin was launching. They had the subtleness of an avalanche. “Do you have a class together?”

Huxley shook his head. “We talked at that party last night.” Another shrug.

Darlin waited for more.

David repositioned his hand on the steering wheel. He knew something…

“Well, you must have made an impression,” Asher said.

“He wasn’t waiting for me,” Huxley said again.

“You just talked?” Darlin asked, still hung up on that detail.

Asher laughed.

David nudged his shoulder. “Sit forward,” he complained in a low mumble.

Asher was still laughing when he dropped back onto his ass in his seat, facing forward again. David had a thing about car safety and though Asher was inclined to laugh in the face of safety rules most of the time, this was not one of those times.

“Are you not into…art students?” Darlin continued to puzzle out the situation, grinning around their words.

Huxley blushed, Asher saw it in the rearview mirror. “It’s not that. It’s not… anything. I just… He wasn’t waiting for me,” he said, always in that chill, deep voice, making Asher think he might actually believe it.

Darlin sputtered, ready to argue.

“I’m starving!” Asher whined.

David scoffed. “That’s not new.”

“Your hook up last night didn’t give you breakfast?” Darlin asked, attention shifted, they grinned at him in the mirror.

Asher smirked back through the glass.

“So, who was it?” Darlin leaned forward, against the back of David’s seat to look at Asher, waiting for the story, daring him to tell it. Darlin had a real shit starter streak.

Asher shrugged, ready to take that attention to give Hux a little respite.

“Oh, come on! You can’t all be this tight-lipped.” Darlin froze, a little smirk pulling at the corner of their mouth as they tried to come up with a joke. It was there in “tight-lipped” waiting to be found.

They pulled into the diner parking lot and before the truck was off, Darlin’s door was open. The team was gathering on the sidewalk, Miguel trying to negotiate waffles instead of pancakes for the challenge.

Darlin practically dragged Huxley out of the truck with them.

Asher waited, expecting David to be grumpy now or ask him about the guy last night. Nothing had happened, but it wasn’t like he knew that.

David turned off the truck and looked at him, eyebrow raised in a silent question of why they were still in the car.

“You’re not going to ask?”

David unbuckled. “Ask what?”

Asher smiled, the moment alone growing until he realized it was the first time they’d been alone since last night…since everything went to shit. “So, we’re… okay?”

David looked at him, surprise flaring behind his eyes. “Ash…” He reached out and touched the side of his neck, thumb stroking under his jaw. “I meant what I said. I like you. You’re my best friend and…more.”

Asher bit the inside of his lip to try to stop the creeping smile and the urge to ask dumb questions. Questions like, “are we dating?” which might land him right back where they were last night—in a state of awkward nothing.

David frowned at him. “You’re quiet.”

Asher blinked, realizing David still had his hand on the side of his neck, even with the team right there on the sidewalk roughhousing and laughing with each other. He was suddenly afraid to say anything because it was definitely going to be the wrong thing.

David’s frown smoothed out, serious but no longer scowling. He dropped his hand, like he just realized it was there. “If you’re uncomfortable with PDA—” he started.

Asher laughed, surprising them both. “Sorry. No. What?”

David went back to frowning but it looked like his usual grumpy face, not the real one. “You’re acting weird, Ash. If this was too much or—”

“It’s not too much!” he burst and then felt the heat rush to his face. Fuck. He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s perfect. It’s great. It’s… I don’t know. I don’t want to say the wrong thing again or assume too much.”

David stared at him, shaking his head a little. “You never said the wrong thing. I was just surprised. I hadn’t really… thought about changing things between us. Which is stupid because we’ve been messing around and that’s sort of changed things already, only… it didn’t really. It’s always been you and me.”

Asher nodded, his heart pounding in his ears.

David raised an eyebrow. “You’re… Ash, you’re still not talking.”

“Are we dating?” Fuck! The words jumped out of his mouth.

David grinned like he’d won something and nodded. “Obviously.”

Obviously? Asher leaned across and kissed him like he’d wanted to since last night, definitely since he’d been thinking of kissing him since he touched his wrist and said he liked him in the locker room. David groaned when Asher tongued him before breaking the kiss and sitting back—keeping it short and sweet because they were, in fact, still sort of visible to anyone trying to peek.

“So… If I pretend I have to go to the bathroom, will you follow me—”

“No! Gross. A public bathroom? Fuck off.”

Asher laughed and opened his door, hopping out of the truck. “I can pretend to drop a fork under the table and—”

“Shut the fuck up!” David grumbled.

Milo and Gavin had been the first to reach the diner, because this wasn’t the first time he had Gavin on his bike and he knew the other guy wasn’t afraid of speed.

Gavin hugged him from behind. Milo remembered the first time he’d given him a ride more than a year ago. Gavin had grinned like a wolf at the bike and Milo offered him the helmet and a ride. He perched on the back with his hands behind his hips and his teeth nipping his lip, unsure but excited. Milo had gotten on and started the engine.

“Don’t fall off,” Milo had told him then.

“I’ve never fallen off,” Gavin replied instantly with that sharp note of innuendo. They’d met at parties but that had been the first time it was ever just the two of them. Gavin’s chest touched his back and then pulled away, trying to figure out how to keep his seat on the bike without wrapping around him maybe? “Um…”

Milo had never heard Gavin hesitate. He waited, ready to turn the bike off if he’d changed his mind.

“How handsy am I allowed to get with you here?” Gavin asked, playing it off with charm but a note of real uncertainty there.

Later, thinking back, Milo knew that was the moment they became friends. He looked back at him and smiled. “As long as we don’t crash and you stay in your seat…”

Gavin beamed, slid that inch forward to press against his back and curled arms around his middle.

Milo parked right in front of the diner. Gavin unraveled arms from his chest, dropping one to give Milo’s thigh a flirty squeeze before sliding off the bike. “I really love that thing,” Gavin admitted, looking at the bike while unclipping his helmet.

Milo killed the engine and got off, taking the helmet from him. “Should I be jealous?”

Gavin sputtered. “Definitely.”

Milo held the door for him, the diner mostly empty as a trail of vehicles rolled into the parking lot behind them. He smiled at the waitress and told her how many they were going to be and that they could take a few tables and booths together since there wasn’t going to be a table that big.

Gavin followed him to the table rather than ducking back out to the sidewalk and the gathering team. He and Gav got along great, but it wasn’t like him to pass up a chance at playing around with that many rowdy jocks.

“So, what were you doing up this early?” Milo asked, sitting next to him on the same side of the booth.

“Hm? Who says I went to sleep?” Gavin countered, sliding in across from him. He looked out the windows, smiling at Darlin’s antics before his expression wavered, serious and uncertain, eyes following Huxley.

Milo blinked. Had he been waiting to talk to Hux? Huxley was nice. Like, really damn nice. He couldn’t imagine there being bad blood between the two. What could Hux possibly have done to upset Gavin?

The doors chimed when the group started pouring in, the tables and booths around them filling up. David slid into the booth across from them, settling into the corner with Ash right next to him. Menus were being passed around, laughter filling the room. David stretch an arm along the back of the seat, behind Asher. It wasn’t really anything he hadn’t done before, but Milo bit back a smile. Those two idiots had been stumbling around each other for years. He was happy to see them finally sorting it out.

Huxley seemed to be one of the last ones standing, looking for a seat.

Milo would normally point out the ones at their table and encourage him to take them, but suddenly he wasn’t sure. What if something had happened between him and Gavin?

“Huxley,” David said, holding out a menu.

Asher scooted in, giving him plenty of room on his other side.

Gavin sat up a little straighter, suddenly interested in his own menu.

Milo had seen Gavin mad at plenty of people and this definitely wasn’t that. He looked across the table to catch Asher’s gaze, something exciting glinting there like he too had noticed something. Milo shrugged.

Darlin practically threw themself into their booth, pushing Gavin into his side. “I’m starving!”

“I fed you before practice,” David reminded, monotone and disinterested.

Milo’s phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, checking the message.

-It’s not a date. You better show up with ideas for the final or I’m dropping you.

He smiled out of control. They’d texted him first.

-I’ll bring a notebook and an extra pencil.

Dots.

His heart pounded. Had they been up for a while thinking about this or was it their first thought? It was definitely a date.

-I’m not joking.

He texted back. No hesitation.

-Me neither. I’m never going to give you a reason to drop me.

Gavin whistled, low and right next to him.

Milo’s head snapped to the side to see the other man looking at his phone. He didn’t say anything—didn’t point out what he was texting about or to who in front of everyone, he just smiled and nodded and then perked up to order when the waitress came over.

Gavin wasn’t sure what he was doing.

He was at a table of jocks, crashing a team outing, and none of that was really out of place. But he wasn’t flirting, not really—not like he might usually. This was… different. Why? Just because Huxley had rejected him? Or because he didn’t understand why?

It didn’t really feel like he’d been rejected so much as it felt like Huxley just didn’t believe him?

Gavin had never been unsure about how anyone felt about him before. He was pretty direct and people tended to either hate him or want to sleep with him. Huxley didn’t hate him… But he wasn’t looking at him or bumping his knee under the table or anything.

“Gavin,” David said after they handed away their menus. “What are you doing for your final? You do an exhibit, right?”

Gavin looked at him, feeling casual attention turn his way as people waited for a reply. He was used to attention and almost grinned and said something about how he regularly does exhibitions and inviting David to come... But those dark eyes were staring back at him, waiting, and seeming to try to convey something in that signature silence and patience.

“Um… Yeah. I’m kind of on the fence between using stuff I’ve got or doing a new series. I’ve got time but…” He shrugged, surprised how self-conscious he felt. Why would anyone care about this but him?

“But what?” Huxley asked, hanging in the answer.

Gavin found him looking back at him, those eyes so open. “I guess it’s an issue of inspiration? And, you know, I know the professors have liked some of the pieces from my last series, I should probably just go with those.”

Huxley nodded. “Yeah. I mean, you could have that to use if you want to, but still try something new in the meantime? Or… is that not how it works? What kind of art do you do?”

The waitress brought coffees and teas. Gavin found himself talking about art and blushing a little when Asher and Milo pulled out their phones to show Huxley pictures they had from his last exhibit. He hadn’t realized they’d taken pictures, let alone remembered them. And Huxley seemed honestly interested, saying he didn’t know anything about art but really liking the pieces with hints of nature in them. Gavin suddenly wanted to paint more flowers…

#redactedverse #fanfic #college au #no magic #so much emotional mess #we're trying to do relationships over here #dominimoonbeam #<3 #david/asher #dash #milo/sweetheart #gavin/huxley

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arieshasbrainrot57 · 2 years

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How some redacted characters would react if their listener died

Geordi: - shuts down and becomes really quiet - isolates himself from everyone else most of the time, choosing to spend his time around Cutie’s thing instead - on that note, he refuses to throw out any of their things - sleeps with one of their jackets every night - doesn’t ever mention them out loud, breaks down and cries whenever anyone does

Damien: - becomes a lot grumpier - only spends his time around the other DAMN squad, unless he’s having a really bad day

- frequently talks to himself pretending he’s talking to Freelancer, just so he doesn’t have to think about the idea of being without them

- when he really misses them, he burns small random objects with his powers, just to feel like he’s “burning away the pain” or something idk - yells at anyone for talking about them too much

Lasko: - sticks by the rest of the DAMN squad like crazy - hates being alone bc then all he can think about is the fact that Freelancer isn’t there - wears one of their shirts they left at his house everywhere, even if it’s just under a jumper or jacket; it makes him feel like they might still be there, just waiting for him to return their shirt - talks about it a lot with Huxley, since he’s the only who he can break down and cry to about it - doesn’t spend a lot of time with Damien, since he’s a lot more scared of him now that Freelancer’s gone

Huxley: - talks about Freelancer a lot; it makes him feel like they’re still around - argues frequently with Damien, since he gets super angry whenever he brings up Freelancer - keeps a picture of them that they took at a party with him and Gavin on him at all times - struggles a lot with the responsibility of being the one all the others lean on whenever they’re upset

Gavin: - spends a lot of his time watching the shows and movies that Freelancer liked - doesn’t sleep a lot since all he can think about is that they’re not there - cries a lot when he’s on his own at night

Vincent: - shuts down and goes back to the way he was after he was turned - spends a lot of his time alone, just wandering around aimlessly - doesn’t talk a lot, stuck mostly in thought - when he breaks down, Sam is the one who comforts him, since he’s the only one he feels comfortable calling when the feelings hit - while he’s with Sam, he sometimes asks him to heal Lovely, as if there’s a chance that he might be able to save them, even though they’ve been dead for a little while now

David: - buries himself in his role as alpha - stays cold and aloof from everyone, even Asher - refuses to talk about Angel to just some randoms but will on occasion to Asher or Milo, since he doesn’t think it’s fair to act like they never existed

Asher: - tries his best to stay cheerful, since he knows Babe wouldn’t want him to be miserable forever - packs some of their things away so he doesn’t get upset when he sees it, but keeps a handful of things for whenever he misses them too much

Sam: - pretends that nothing’s wrong - lies to most everyone he knows about how he feels - the minute he gets home and he’s alone, he breaks down - tries to heal himself and the internal pain, but it never goes away

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gingerbreadmonsters · 1 year

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stupid cupid

or: stop picking on me!

gn!reader, no content warnings, fun dumb fluff for the soul. sam collins, you’re a real mean guy! takes place inside the wonderful lexi’s prissy au, where alexis and christian are together - @autisticempathydaemon i hope i do your blorbos justice! as always, i owe everything to the discord girlies - i get the sudden feeling that @zozo-01 might want to hear about this... oh, and all my love to my lovely dialect coach, the incomparable @sri-rachaa - without whom, you would all be subject to the most unholy combination of accents imaginable. be very very grateful! 💕💕 heavily inspired by stupid cupid by connie francis, which i demand you listen to while you read. spot the 五二零 reference! sam being absolutely, thoroughly to blame in just over 2200 words.

“Well. Fancy seeing you here, hmm?”

Sam Collins is an idiot.

Yeah, you’re not afraid to say it.

Sam Collins is an idiot, and you’ll tell anyone who listens, swear up and down it’s the honest truth. A bleeding-heart birdbrain who couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag. An empty-headed vamp with a talent for healing and an even bigger talent for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Nobody else alive can put their foot in their mouth quite so quickly or obviously, and - despite Asher’s continued existence - he actually holds the state record for most dumb things said in a single minute. He’s a moron and a fool and the stupidest goddamn loser you’ve ever met in your life, and the worst part about it is that you’re absolutely, ridiculously, so so so in love with him.

It’s not fair!

What even is there to like about him? His stupid face and his awful smile and that horrible way he says there’s my darlin’, all relieved and deep and easy, when you come traipsing back through his door like a drowned rat because you hadn’t checked the forecast and it had started raining about twenty minutes after you left. His old-fashioned, ugly haircut that’s the perfect length to run your fingers through, all messy and falling across his face when he’s asleep in your arms, unfairly soft and pretty even though he barely takes care of it at all. That god-awful scruff around his jaw that you can’t help but kiss as he fills the kettle up with water, those strong hands that gently find their way around your waist as you’re listening to Milo’s tale of whatever bullshit he and his mate got up to last week, the way he likes to prop you up against his chest whenever you’re watching TV together…

…Sorry, what were we talking about?

Oh, Sam, right. Yeah, yeah. He’s an idiot. Have you mentioned that yet?

He gets back and finds you perched on the kitchen counter, elbow deep in the bag of crisps you said you didn’t like but he knows you do, because he pays too much attention to stupid shit like that for his own good. He lets you play your music in the car way more than the 50/50 you’d agreed on, which you know is true because you’ve started counting, because he’s a lying liar who lies. He always opens doors for you and pulls out your chair at the table and brings you flowers, but never lets you do the same for him, because he’s an enemy of goodness who hates things being fair.

He’s just so - he’s - the - he - aargh!

Stupid, stupid Sam Collins. It should be illegal to be so - so like that, you know? Who even let him get like this, anyway? Kissing your hand as he says hello with that damned smile, like some dashing hero out of one of those gushy romance novels Vincent’s always carting around - you know the ones, the cringy airport-duty-free types with the big cursive letters and a stock photo of some windswept white guy plastered across the cover. Your real life white knight, stepped right off the page and into your arms like it’s where he’s meant to be.

(It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud, but sometimes you really do have to wonder. He gives Vincent shit for reading all those cheesy romance novels, but you’re starting to think it’s Sam who takes them to heart. He does know that those aren’t instruction manuals… right?)

He’s something else, that man. Unfortunately, you can’t say you don’t like it.

At first, you’d thought he was just playing it up - trying to be courteous, trying to be nice, and accidentally laying it on just a bit too thick. It seemed like the sort of thing he’d do, from what you could tell. He’s just so good - the kind of guy that you can’t help but admire in a sort of ‘oh, he’ll make someone really happy, one day’ kind of way. Does that make sense? Charming, really charming, even if he thinks he isn’t - and thoroughly, utterly, absolutely meant for someone a lot better than you.

You don’t say it. Never have, never will. It’s obvious. Larger than life, moonlight on the silver screen. He’s always been meant for more than this, more than you, and you won’t insult his intelligence by pretending you don’t know. He could do so much better, couldn’t he? To start with, you’d thought he must be more of an idiot than he’d seemed, to want you the way he says he does.

You know a little better now, but it doesn’t stop surprising you - he doesn’t stop surprising you.

Credit where it’s due, he’s stuck around, even when you thought he wouldn’t. The truth isn’t hard to see, but he does his best to persuade you otherwise, in as many words - and sometimes not so many clothes. More often than not, you tend to believe him. He’s very convincing, when he wants to be - that or he’s just stubborn, and you never learnt the difference. Whatever it is, it sounds so nice when he says it. If that’s what his version of persuasion feels like, you’re more than happy to, uh… to be convinced, if you will.

You don’t have to say. He knows. He already knows, and he stays anyway.

“...Darlin’?”

Oh, fuck, he - um-

“Uh - yeah, I - oh - yeah, I, um…” Startled out of your daydreaming, you’re caught off-guard by that foaming, fizzing feeling that bubbles up in your chest as he catches your eye, leaning down to prop himself up on the side of the sofa right next to where you’re sitting. “I was just, you know… sitting here…”

He laughs low and easy at your smooth comeback, shifting his weight to rest on one arm so he can reach out and take your hand gently in his. “Gettin’ comfy, are we?”

“Mm-hmm,” you mumble, trying desperately not to look as flustered as you feel. Fuck, does everyone feel like this when they see their mates? Or is it just the effect Sam has on you? You’d better start cutting Milo some more slack for that dumb face he makes whenever his mate walks into the room. “Got back early from David’s.”

“He alrigh’?”

“Seems it.” It’s always a bit awkward, going over to hang out at David’s house, but it’s generally a good time when you can pluck up the courage to actually go. “Ash spent half the time giving him shit for losing at Mario Kart, and the other half was mostly David beating him into the ground at Gang Beasts, so… yeah?”

The afternoon had been pretty good, all things considered - barring one minor mishap with a deck of UNO cards, a saucepan full of rice and some god-awful rhythm action game - and it had been nice to spend some time just relaxing with the others again. Everyone’s been so busy that it’s been hard to find a day you could all do, so it was a good change of pace.

Sam nods, thumb idly stroking over the back of your hand. “Seems like the pair of ‘em are settlin’ right in with this whole engaged business, then.”

“Business as usual, more like. They’re all lovey with their mates anyway, so it’s no different.” It’s not like it’s anyone’s fault - it’s just the way the bond works, you know? Not a compulsion, it’s not forcing you close or making you want to be all soft and touchy all the time. It just… it feels nice, is all. Like it’s good, like it’s true, like it’s right. You’d like to say you’re not as PDA-heavy as the really ooey-gooey ones like Milo and his mate, but… Well. Maybe most of the time.

“Mm, ‘spose you’re right on that front,” he muses, regretfully letting go of your hand as he stands up and starts walking off towards the kitchen. “‘Sides, ain’t David the one who proposed to his mate on solstice day? Guess he’s just the romantic type.”

“I…” When you think of romantic people, David Shaw isn’t top of the list, but maybe he’s right. When it comes to all that cheesy, cutesy stuff? Angel isn’t exactly the most subtle pet name, after all. “Yeah, I guess.”

You make to get up and follow him, but he holds out a hand to stop you before you can even properly stand.

“Nope - you stay right there, darlin’,” he says, grabbing the remote off the side table and tossing it lightly into your lap as he disappears out into the corridor. “Won’t be more’n a minute.”

“Everything alright?”

“Left my phone on the counter, ‘s all,” he replies, voice echoing slightly in the hall as you turn the TV on, idly flicking through the channels. “Vincent wanted me to take a look at some website or other - last I heard, he’s been makin’ plans for some Valentine’s Day thing?”

“He’ll be disappointed, then,” you snicker, readjusting yourself slightly to make room for Sam as he comes to sit next to you on the sofa. “He has realised that Valentine’s Day was, like, two weeks ago, right?”

A long-suffering sigh - which, to be honest, is most of the clan’s reaction when Vincent starts waxing lyrical about his partner again. There’s been a meeting at William’s all evening, something about making preparations for an event at one of the properties in a few months’ time, so Vincent must have got a hold of him there.

“Well, whatever it is, he’s got all sorts of ideas floatin’ around. He normally asks Alexis about this kinda thing, but she wasn’t there tonight so he came to me.”

“Huh.” That’s unusual. Alexis is normally really on top of these sorts of things - say what you will about her, she’s always on time and she never misses anything business-related if she can help it. “Maybe she’s just feeling a bit under the weather today.”

“Vincent said she had some ‘prior arrangement’ in town she couldn’t miss.” Sam shrugs, settling in next to you as you switch over to Netflix. “Guess she must’ve been double-booked tonight.”

Hmm. Why is that familiar? Playing truant, ‘double-booked’... You haven’t heard anything about Alexis being busy tonight before, so why does ‘prior arrangement’ ring a bell?

...Wait.

Oh, so that’s why Christian left early! You’d thought he was looking unusually dressed up. Their date night is normally Wednesdays, so it hadn’t even crossed your mind, but now that you think about it you remember Chrissy bitching about being on an out-of-town job all this week and having to miss it.

Oh, fair enough then. If someone had tried to send you out on some boring security gig for a week and you couldn’t see Sam until you got back, you’d probably be pretty pissed off too.

The conversation trails off a bit as you finally find a show you want to watch, and you’re just reaching for the blanket behind you when he - oh, when - um, when, ahhh…

“This alrigh’?” Curse his vampire speed! Before you really know what’s happening, he’s got you pressed right up against him, legs draped over his lap and curled in close under his arm, blanket over both of you. Not that you need it, anymore - your face feels like lava with the way he’s looking at you, impossibly gentle and kind.

“Yeah, yeah…” The spotlight of his attention, turned fully on you, and you’re practically blinded every time. “Good, yeah, it’s uh… yeah, ‘s fine…”

“Good,” he says, smiling softly like he has no idea of the effect he has on you. “Wouldn’t want my mate gettin’ cold on my watch.”

Fuck, does he always have to say it like that? Doesn’t he know what it does to you? Mate, mate, mate. Rattling around in your head, that firecracker-fizzing in your chest that runs through you at just the thought. He’ll end up giving you a heart attack one of these days, the way he’s going. And if it means he’ll heal you, hands all over you, holding you close as his aura cracks and sparks with healing magic? Maybe it’s overkill - but you can’t say the thought isn’t very appealing.

You hide your smile against his shoulder, burying your face in his chest in a vain attempt to play it cool - unfortunately his ridiculously-affectionate little laugh as you twist your fingers in his shirt tells you that it hasn't quite worked.

“Y’know, you seem a bit distracted, if I’m bein’ honest.”

The TV is long-forgotten as he gently tips your chin up, that idiot, idiot Sam Collins - dumb silver eyes and horrible smile and stupidly-handsome face just inches away. Is it just you, or is it a bit warm in here? In the arms of an evil, awful, wicked man whose favourite thing to do is make your stupid brain stop working, who sets your face and your heart and your soul on fire without a second thought, without even knowing he’s doing it. Honestly. What’s become of you? A house and a life and a mate that’s yours, it’s yours, he’s yours.

“Penny for your thoughts, darlin’?” A soft kiss, pressed lightly to your cheek, and all of a sudden the inside of your brain lights up a familiar shade of bright, bright blue.

He - you - oh, that’s - he just - aargh!

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this is an original work by @gingerbreadmonsters - please do not repost or misattribute

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fluff #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted fic #ginger writes #gingerbreadmonsters

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loki-laufeyson223 · 5 days

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Changing for the Worst

Warnings: Cussing, talk of a marital break

Word Count: 465

I know this isn't what I'd usually write but I had a friend ask for it and I got wrapped up this week and didn't have anything prepared for yesterday and found this in my docs. Sorry!

“Y/n! Get your ass down here!” Great, he's upset this is the last thing you needed. Just 2 months ago your last name became Laufeyson. Now not to misquote, you loved your husband but, whenever he was in a bad mood sometimes he couldn't help but put you in the crossfires. “Yes, Loki?” You could practically smell the rage flowing off of him. “Fandrall threw snakes into my horse’s path and he bucked me off! I fell into the mud and my clothes were completely soiled!”, he seethed. He could see you flinch, just from his rage you feared him. “Darling, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”, his face softened instantly. “Oh, no it’s ok. I understand.”, he stalked towards you. “No, it’s not ok. Not one bit.”, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go to bed, my darling. I’m quite tired.”

Two Years Later

“Loki! Get up!”, over the years you had adapted Loki’s easy temper. “WHAT? What could you possibly want now?!”, he scolded coming down the stairs. You two had moved to Midgard to get away from Odin and his overbearing rules. The smaller space of your apartment had meant you two were almost always together, which caused a lot of tension. “We are going to be late for Stark’s party.” “I don’t give a rat’s ass about the damn party.” “Well you need to. If we are going to try and make amends with Thor, this is the best pace to start.” “Y/n?” “What?” “Are we still in love?” “What do you mean of course we are?! You know I love you Loki!” “But are you IN love with me?” “Yes of course I am. Are you with me?” “Yes darling! You are my rock, my one love. I could never fall out of love with you.” Even though you are in love with each other, your marriage has taken a turn for the worst. “Maybe we can fix this”, Loki suggested. “I don’t know if we can fix this.”, tears staining your cheeks. “Please y/n. I can’t lose you. You are the only thing good in my life.” “Loki…” “What darling?” “I think we should take a break. Not a divorce, not a split-up. Just a break.”, you proposed. “I have an even better idea.”, your husband said hopefully. “What?”, you said hoping you wouldn't have to take any kind of breaks from him. “What about… any time we are upset with each other, we will express the problem properly?” “I think that’s a lovely idea.”, you said beaming and walking over the kiss your husband who wrapped you in his arms and whispered in you ear, “I love you so much my dearest.” “I love you too.”

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amayadartan · 4 months

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While Olly has been taking care of Amaya, things are not so smooth elsewhere in the Palace for Dartan...

“I want to see her. I need to make sure she’s alright.” Dartan’s voice was raised as he was arguing with Arioch not far outside of the apartment of rooms he’d been given in an unused wing of the Palace. He was being guarded, and, as soon as he’d tried to leave, Arioch and Mithos had been alerted. For the time being, all agreed keeping him segregated from everyone was the best option, given his surly disposition and what had happened to Amaya.

“No one thinks that is best for HER right now. She needs rest and quiet. Olly and Arch will be attending to her, along with Abriella and possibly her friend Cassandra, who we have learned has healing abilities as well. You need not worry about the sweet witch.” Arioch had to admit he had a soft spot for her. The previous night she hadn’t reacted when some of their glamour had slipped a couple of times, and she seemed sweet. What problem Dartan had with her was his own. She was now stuck there, confused, scared, and didn’t look at the scar down his face with disdain like some had.

“So other men are given the ability to see, touch, and care for my wife, but I cannot. Do you hear yourself? How ridiculous is that?!” Dartan’s voice raised again, and he took a step towards the fallen. He did not know why he was so angry at being kept away, except he wanted to apologize, to explain that he had not meant for her to be hurt. If he was bound to her, the least he should be able to do is talk to her.

“You want a divorce, so technically you're her ex-husband as soon as someone figures out how to do it. Trust me, we’re working hard on that, by the way. Then we’ll send you home, much to the relief of all of us.” Arioch was losing his patience. He was not patient on the best of days, and the Demon of Vengeance wasn’t having the best day with his friend Asher having been tortured by Lucifer’s son, then the hunt for Amaya, and her healing last night. He was tired and wanted to be done with the spectre in front of him.

“I’ve changed my mind.” The look on Arioch’s face was one of pure, complete, and unadulterated shock. Dartan had lost his mind. The fallen was now sure of it.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Arioch blinked twice, sure he had not heard the damned spectre correctly. “You. Changed. Your. Mind?” He repeated the words back slowly, still staring at Dartan as if the other male had grown a second head. If he had, that might explain this new development. NOW he changed his mind? NOW! “Could you have maybe done that BEFORE you lost her in a forest full of creatures who think of humans as snacks? Hmm? Would that, I don’t know, possibly, have been too inconvenient for you?” The sarcasm was so thick in Arioch’s voice it was almost palpable in the air between the two males, as they faced off against one another.

“Don’t even start with me, demon.” Dartan’s voice held warning. Not that he knew what he’d do to the other male. “It’s not like I had a lot of time to think about things. And she…”

“She what?!” Arioch was completely flummoxed on even what to say at this point, and damn near at his breaking point. If he didn’t think that snapping the neck of the being in front of him might harm Amaya, he would have. “She made a mistake?! You mean like you did abandoning her in the forest of a foreign realm where there are vicious animals? That kind of mistake? Or one that just inconveniences your royally egotistical dumbass day?” Now the demon was growling, a slight glow starting around him. Had Dartan considered who he was speaking to, he would have remembered Arioch was the demon of REVENGE. As in payback. So getting payback for an innocent left to die in a forest would be right up his alley. Funneling any of the feelings Amya had towards Dartan regarding her treatment would FEED him.

"I didn't ASK to be married to her, but here we are, and I AM. SHE. IS. MY. WIFE!" Dartan roared back, still not considering who he was dealing with in the slightest. He took a step towards Arioch, his hand coming in front of him, one at chest level palm down and the other at his waist with palm up. Between them a colored mist started to swirl. Fuck this demon, and fuck anyone else who got in his way.

Arioch was not one to be threatened or to back down. The spectre wanted to dance? He'd dance, and they'd see if Dartan could die a second time. Patience completely gone, Arioch shifted into his full, fallen demonic form in an instant, and his talons were buried in the side of Dartan’s neck; purple blood began flowing down the spectre's chest.

Dartan’s eyes were wide as pain cascaded through his body. Every nerve was lit up as if chain lightning was traversing through every fibre of his entire body. It was then he realized he'd made a very grave miscalculation on who held the upper hand betwixt the two of them.

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romirola · 9 months

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Hi Romi :)) For the WIP ask game I was wondering what the thought process was behind which characters are paired up together! Was it what worked best with the story or some pairs you’ve been wanting to write together for a while? Maybe a secret third option. <3

Hope you’re having a good day!

@arrowfleur, thank you for the ask about Balancing Act! I'm thrilled to have the chance to talk about it. This is a wonderful question, and I went through a lot of different pairings in my head before settling on who swaps powers with whom. Since I know you've read the first two chapters, I know you can infer the swaps, but just in case anyone hasn't yet read the story and wants to avoid spoilers, I'll put my answer under the cut.

I knew right from the first word that I wanted David and Angel to swap powers, so that David would have the chance to move about the world as an unempowered human and Angel a shifter alpha. I felt like this pairing made sense and offered a lot of opportunity for drama and tension. My first inclination was to have all the mates swap with mates, but honestly, that almost seemed boring. If we did that, then the David/Angel dynamic mirrored the Asher/Babe dynamic. Moreover, so did the Darling/Sam and Milo/Sweetheart dynamic, with the non-wolves "becoming" wolves and the wolves beings some sort of other specialty. Besides that, I felt like pairing the mates together was going to be really limiting. One common thread in a lot of my fics is that I like to write interactions between the pack members we often don't get to see, to explore their relationships, so it made sense that Balancing Act would follow suit. So the possibilities were wide open!

So, from there, I got to thinking, which pairings made sense for the story? I knew Babe needed to be magical, but not a wolf, so that led to their swapping with either Sam or Sweetheart. I imagine that they are all great friends, but I realized I also wanted Sweetheart to stay magical, though struggle with having their immense power taken away from them, meaning Babe had to swap with Sam.

Likewise, I wanted Milo to have the chance to experience another wolf's body (since he has a history of struggling with his smol but mighty wolf), but David was already paired up with Angel, leaving Asher or Darling. BUT I wanted Darling to swap to a nonshifter, but I couldn't pair them with Sam (since he was paired with Babe)... It was like a logic puzzle! I was going crazy, arrowfleur!

A gamechanger for the pairings occurred when I figured out a way to open up the swap to non-Shaw Pack people, that's when things really got interesting! Originally, when I thought I could pair Sweetheart with a telepath who wasn't very skilled in other types of magic, I had imagined they would swap powers with a perp they had just arrested, but that ended up being too complicated, and I'm so glad for that, because changing the swap to Cutie let me depict Sweetheart's and Cutie's friendship, work Geordi and his bakery into the fic, and streamlined the plot to keep things manageable. That decision also provided an opportunity for Darling to experience a completely different type of magic, and frankly, Huxley was the first one I thought of there because I think it makes total sense they'd see each other at the DAMN student gym and have a blast digging holes together. I very much like the contrast for Darling because they had once felt they needed to socialize the likes of Quinn. But now that they've healed and grown, they get to have someone like Huxley in their life. Plus, earth-elemental Darling was super-duper fun to write, so it made sense for the plot to take that shape.

Overall, I think the pairings provided me with the opportunities to explore the characters in a way that felt fun, engaging, unexpected, and hopefully, authentic. We shall see as the story progresses! Thanks again for the ask!

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tojiscumdumpster · 3 months

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𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝙗𝙮 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 2023

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗙𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 𝘅 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗽 (𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀)

I devoured this book in a day. BookTok has been raving about Terms and Conditions for ages, and I never gave in until now. I've been reading nothing but billionaire romances lately, so I wanted to try this one out. This was my first time reading from Lauren Asher, and honestly, I think I'm going to check out her other work. I really like how she writes.

The author isn't black, but I do appreciate her for writing a Black FMC. She did it well. No stereotypes. No microaggression. You know, things I worry about when a nonblack author writes black characters. She added important things like Iris getting braids, making it know that she's a black woman by making her skin color known, wearing a bonnet, etc.

Speaking of Iris...

I absolutely love her. I think she's super fun and adorable. Like her personality is addicting. No one Declan fell for her hard. I do feel she was a little too hard on herself at times due to her learning differences, which is normal since so many talked bad about her because of it--including her own father. But she didn't allow that to hinder her career. I love how she's her own person outside of Declan. That's important to me in a romance story. It's like yeah the MMC and FMC are supposed to fall in love, but I wanna see who they without each other around. Iris's friendship with Cal was sweet, too. Very enjoyable and clearly they are two peas in pod if they get a kick out of getting on Declan's nerves, LOL. I giggled at times.

Now for Declan Kane...

Yeah, he's added to my book boyfriend list. I see of the bad reviews saying they didn't love Declan, and that's he's insufferable. See, me? I LOVE Declan. He's such a grump. A billionaire asshole who softens up for his girl. I really like how Lauren wrote Declan. He has daddy issues, struggled at times, but overall, he didn't allow that to cost him the future he desperately wanted with Iris. Great development from his character. When he's an ass. He's an ass. But when he softens up for Iris? Gosh, he was so damn sweet to her. I was definitely swinging my feet while reading. His family is... complicating, to say the least. Declan's father is horrible. My bad. Seth is horrible. Declan's relationship with his problems are oddly heartwarming, despite how much they argue. I mean, that's inevitable for siblings. But I still love seeing them interact.

I really love Iris and Declan's chemistry. It didn't feel forced or robotic regardless of their arrangement. It was built very well. The spice scenes were written nicely, too. I didn't really care for the lack of obscenity because it was replaced with intimacy, which I loved. Especially from Declan's POV. You knew from the beginning he always had a soft spot for Iris. Third act break up was good too. Thank goodness it didn't stem from miscommunication. I would've cursed myself if that happened. But Declan I wanted to hit you with car for what you did. Still love you tho. And honestly, I think he didn’t grovel more is because the author probably didn’t want to make the book longer than what it was. Lauren was probably trying to wrap it up, LOL. Still, maybe she couldn’t written in a time frame within those three chapters. The two epilogues were very sweet, too. I love how they blossomed, and enjoy seeing Declan that way and Iris so happy. They deserved that happily ever after.

I highly recommend this book and I would definitely reread this book. I honestly can't find one thing I dislike about this book. Maybe the only I thing I can say I wished happened was flashback chapters for both Declan and Iris's past. I think that would've made the story a bit more angsty. Other than that, an easy five star.

#alfie’s book reviews 📚

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penncilkid · 11 months

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Hello hello! My name is PK and I'm a fervent enjoyer of non-canon ships. I'm not a fic writer exactly but I've been told "Where's the fic OP" twice now by my friends. So I thought I'd format one of my fic-adjacent ramble sessions for Tumblr!

Pairing: Milo/David [No Sweetheart or Angel, wanted to go easy on myself] [MDNI*] [Let's call this "canon reminiscent /lh]

Word Count: 3.2 K

*(I wouldn't consider this smut by any means but there's a few lines that make me want to add this as a tag)

[As a reminder, I diverge from canon quite a bit with this. This is just one route I could see leading to Milo and David getting together]

My vision for this pair is that they start getting closer in a more than just friends way a little bit after Gabe dies. Not immediately because have some decorum, but it would start during that transition period for David as Alpha. Asher is trying his best to help but is also grappling with the whole Beta thing, so he feels like he's in a complex position. But him and Milo can see that David's not doing great so Milo's like "Fine, I'll bite the bullet" and tries to confront David about it.

At first it's subtle, asking David if he needs help with something, if he wants anyone from the pack to stay after for meetings, if he wants them to pick up a shift so he can have the day off, etc. But David is too stubborn to accept any of it so he keeps brushing them off. This ends up culminating in a "fight" one day where Milo again tries to make an offer that David shoots down. Milo sort of snaps and is like "Alright, what the fuck gives? Why are you acting like you're too good to get help anymore, David?" David says he doesn't know what he's talking about, Milo calls bullshit. It doesn't turn into a screaming match but it's enough of a heated argument that Milo storms out of the den.

In the days following, Milo either calls out sick, switches shifts with people, anything to avoid seeing David. David brushes it off, thinking he's got more important things to worry about if Milo's going to throw a fit. But of course, Ash being Ash means this stuff can't fly for long, so he tells both David and Milo that he needs help with something at an odd time of day and then "coincidentally" doesn't show up. When Milo gets to the den, he's real tempted to get back in his car and leave. It's a mix of still being a little frustrated with David and being embarrassed that this "fight" has gone on for as long as it has. He walks up to David (who was waiting outside for Asher) and is like "Lemme guess, you're waiting for Ash?" "How did you...?" "Fucker told me the same thing."

They do some lighthearted bitching about their friend, which eases the tension. There's a bit of silence and right as Milo gets ready to apologize for speaking out of turn, David apologizes first. He acknowledges that Milo was right in what he said and that he's been struggling with everything changing, but he hasn't wanted it to show on the outside. Milo makes a light jab at David, "Alright well did you really expect that to go over my head? C'mon, David, we've known each other since we were kids. Gimme some credit" To make up for it, the two of them go out to eat, all that's chill. Cut to when Milo gets home, maybe has a drink or two as he's winding down. David sends him a message, confirming he made it home alright (because I've always latched onto the idea that he's super attentive to that given what happened with Gabe). Milo sends David a quick reply and wonders why seeing that message made him feel some type of way (romantic? Who knows, not Milo that's for sure /lh)

Now if I remember correctly, the audio where Angel learns about Gabe, it's been around 3 years since his passing. Keeping this in mind and in the spirit of being canon reminiscent, I think around/after this point is when Milo's feelings for David start to really bubble up. They've been building for awhile, much to his dismay. He's trying to play it cool, but his heart's in his damn throat any time David touches him casually or whenever the two of them are assigned to a job together. And he knows it's getting bad enough where he might lose focus, so he swallows his pride and does what he's been avoiding for months, if not years: asking Asher for advice.

"Alright, look: You and me both know that you had a lil crush on David when we were in high school. How the fuck did you get over it? I'm drowning, Ash." If this conversation is happening on the phone or at Asher's place, cue him yelling to Babe that they owe him 20 bucks (because it's funny to me <3). Asher asks Milo why he wants to get over the feelings so bad and Milo's like "'Cause this is David we're talking about." "So what?" "We've got... history. That complicates shit all on its own." "And?" "....Alright fine, and I'm also terrified he's not gonna feel the same. Happy?" Asher is being the little shit that he is, putting his arm around Milo's shoulder. "Listen. If I know David— And believe me, I do— What ya gotta do is be direct. If he doesn't feel the same, that's one thing. But if you even want a chance, you gotta be straight up with him. If you tried to ask him out casually, he'll just assume you're being friendly because that's what you are right now. Friends." Milo takes all this in and is like, "Nope, just gonna shove these feelings down for eternity." "I'll tell Marie—" "I will beat your ass." He knows Asher has a point though. Any idea Milo might've had could be easily construed as them just chilling as friends. But he doesn't really act on anything for awhile.

Now, before we get into the next phase of this, some added backstory: David had a crush on Milo growing up. I'm thinking a little after high school (won't say college necessarily since I don't picture them in college but like, young adulthood phase). He'd always found Milo incredibly attractive and found his boldness admirable in general. David was constantly thinking about what he had to do for others and how to make the pack look good (since he was the Alpha's kid then the pack Beta). Milo always felt incredibly refreshing to be around. But he figured Milo would never be interested in because David's just himself so he eventually got over it. Cut to that argument him and Milo had a few years back. He remembers that night when they made up because dinner had been fine but all he could do was focus on Milo. It felt nice to just hang out with him without the pressures of being Alpha. And he enjoyed listening to him talk about anything because he always had a strong opinion. I think around then is when his past feelings awoke again but there was a new obstacle: He was the Alpha of the pack. It wasn't like before, things were different. He'd never have a chance to pursue Milo without feeling like he had pushed Milo into a corner somehow. So again, he tried his best to push his feelings down, appreciate and value the friendship he had with Milo and leave it at that. It was enough to just have Milo in his life, even if it wasn't going to go any further.

Back to how these two end up together: the Moonbound Solstice. They're all at David's place, everyone's having a good time together. Milo's chilling, talking to someone from the pack when Asher cuts in and is like "Sorry, just gonna steal him for a minute" "Ash, you can't just— AY okay okay I'm coming" They walk off, somewhere far from the kitchen to minimize the risk of David overhearing. In hushed voices: "Alright, so what's the plan?" "Ash, what the fuck are you talking about?" "Milo, it's the Solstice. This is the perfect time to make a move." "Are you out of your damn mind? This is the last place I should be hitting on— On you know who." "What are you talking about it, it's perfect! The whole pack's here, no one would even notice." "Look, he's already got his hands full hosting the Solstice at his own place for a change. I'm just gonna chill and enjoy the night for what it is." Asher is pouting as Milo walks off, immediately thinking of what he can do to help nudge David Milo's way. (Unhinged alt route: Ash giving Milo a flat so he has to stay the night)

Cut to the end of the night, people are heading out and whatnot. David is subtly trying to get people out because he loves his pack but his senses need a break. Asher (+ Babe, package deal) and Milo offer to stay and help clean, and David lets them since it's only a handful of people. Milo's keeping his cool, vibing to the much lower playing music when: "Babe, what do you mean you have a work call you need to take tonight? Can't it wait?" "Sorry, Ash, I need to be home in the next twenty minutes" "Alright. Guess we're heading early." Milo thinks nothing of it until he makes eye contact with Babe. They smile with a sickeningly sweet wave. Those bastards. Before Milo can try to rope Ash into staying somehow, the two of them are gone.

When Milo and David are alone, Milo tries his best to focus on the task at hand because feelings or not, he's not gonna do a shit job at cleaning so David has to clean up after him. Once the bulk of it is done, David mentions that he needs to grab something from upstairs or maybe says he's going to go change out of his clothes (I imagine he put on something better looking but not as comfortable for the solstice). Milo's chill with that, getting his keys, phone, other personal belongings together. He happens to slip into the kitchen though, stealing a bit more of the food David had made for the solstice. While he's stealing (said with love), he hears very close to his ear: "You can take some home if you want." He nearly punches David, gripping his arm as he tries to slow his heart rate. "You tryin' give a guy a heart attack, Shaw (/lh)" because he legit didn't hear David come back downstairs. "Maybe if you weren't busy trying to steal some food, you would've heard me— Greer (/lh)." Milo rolls his eyes with a grin and there's a moment of quiet when he realizes his hand is still on David's arm.

He lets go, clearing his throat, confirming that it's actually cool if he wants to take some of the food home with him. David says sure, giving him a container to fill (or Milo takes whatever the food came in, not sure what I'm picturing David's cooking set-up to be). David walks Milo to the door (as a good host does) and the two of them talk in the doorway for a few minutes about upcoming jobs, responsibilities, all that formal shit. There's another quiet moment as the two of them watch each other. Inside, Milo's like "Alright, no one else is here. This is as good a chance as any." The second he gets ready to ask David out on a more proper date, David instead says "Good night, Milo" and essentially closes the door in his face. Milo stares for a moment before cursing himself in Spanish (my HC), walking to his car and muttering about how "Of course he was just being polite, what the fuck were you thinking?" On the other side of the door, David is groaning into his hands, face warm as he tries to calm down because he came way too close to making a move on Milo.

Intermission (Wow, you're still reading? Damn /pos): I wanted to think of how to push them closer to a confession before they actually get together and eventually settled on "sickfic shenanigans". Insert deliriously sick Milo whose phone died and he can't find a charger for the life of him so David goes over to his place to check on him. Initially, he's trying to get David to leave because "I can handle myself fine". But that doesn't last long because admittedly, he feels like shit and has been for the past 12 hours. The dynamic quickly turns into Milo convincing David to stay then being so sick his filter is hanging on by a thread (/lh). "Why do you have to go rush off so fast?" "Milo, I have a pack to take care of—" "First off, I'm part of the pack— (cue Milo coughing) And second, they'll be fine without their Alpha for a few hours." Milo's playing it off as lighthearted but David can tell he doesn't want to be cooped up inside alone on top of feeling like shit physically. A little later, when Milo's on the verge of falling asleep (as many do while sick), he's like "Y'know, it's fucking wild you don't got a mate, David. Like look at you. Doesn't make sense" David laughs at first, thinking Milo's sick delirious (which he is, but that's affecting his filter, not the validity of his words). He's like "ay, why are you laughing, I'm serious. Look— if I were ya mate, I'd treat ya right. I'd cook, I'd work extra hours so I could see ya, I'd make sure we're the best dressed wherever we go— not to mention, I got a great dick." David writes this off as Milo being sick and spewing nonsense but never forgets the words. Meanwhile, Milo (after getting over the sickness) is convinced he dreamt saying any of that to David.

Back to the present, David's been a bit stressed with work as of late so Asher suggests the pack take a trip/weekend vacation. He says he'll handle figuring everything out, letting David take a backseat this time. They go somewhere, a resort, a hotel, something that involves people having rooms they're staying in. Everyone's having a good time, chilling all day, night rolls around. David's in his room when he realizes he forgot to pack something— can be anything. Toothpaste, a charger, something for his hair, the specifics aren't important. He texts Asher, asking if he has the thing he forgot and Ash is like yeah. David asks Ash which room he's staying in, Ash texts him the room number. David leaves his room, goes there, knocks and waits patiently. Door opens, and who's standing there? Milo, shirtless and in the middle of brushing his teeth or some shit.

David's checking his phone to see if he went to the wrong room but nope, numbers match. "Asher must've made a typo. I just needed to borrow something from him." "Well, what did you need? Maybe I have it." Before David can leave, Milo's busy ushering him in, closing the door so he can finish brushing his teeth before finding what David needs. They're making idle conversation, talking about what they spent their respective days doing. While Milo's talking, David's kind of staring at his back, not processing a word he's saying. Milo turns around and notices and is like "What? Don't tell me there's a bug on me and you didn't say shit? (/lh)" and David is trying to think of a good cover up. Milo tries to lighten the mood, says he's just messing with David before going to find whatever David's looking to borrow. He finds it, hands it over when for a split second, his eyes land on David's crotch. David leaves shortly there after but all night, Milo's like "...That was a boner... why the fuck did he have a boner?" But again, Milo's mind is like "Nah, I'm reading this wrong somehow."

Now, I'm painting a picture: it's the next day, Ash, Milo, David, few others from the pack plan on doing something together while on the trip. Asher gets there a bit late but is somehow on time compared to David, who shows up minutes after (that man was up all night pining). Ash notices Milo's not here yet and has a devious idea (as always). He asks David to go check on Milo so they can go. "Why me?" "You were the last one here, it's only fair. Now shoo." David rolls his eyes but goes, getting to Milo's room, knocking. He can hear Milo's definitely inside because he's cursing and complaining. He knocks again before the door swings open to reveal a mildly disgruntled Milo Greer (my vision is he's in pants and a white tank with his name chain. The in between outfits outfit).

He asks what David is doing there, David explains that Asher sent him to pick up Milo, Milo's like "What time is it— Jesus fucking Christ." The issue at hand is Milo can't find an article of clothing that he swears he put in his bag. He's been trying to get by with alternative options but none of them look the way he wants them to, which is making him quietly lose his shit. David stifles a laugh, to which Milo lasers in on. "And what do you think you're laughing at?" "You haven't changed since we were kids, that's all." Milo scoffs but admittedly, the sentiment puts a smile on his face. Almost immediately after that moment, he finally finds what he was looking for (tucked under something, irrelevant right now). He starts to get ready, pulling his shirt on, buttoning it up but let's say a button or two is fighting him for whatever reason. Without a second thought, David walks up, buttoning it for Milo. Milo's having an internal moment as a result, staring at David's hands then his face. David finishes and looks up to catch Milo staring. He clears his throat, saying something about waiting in the hall when Milo catches his wrist.

"Can I take you out on a date?" "What?" "I don't know what or where yet, but I just— I know this is probably stupid and I'm shooting myself in the foot here, but Asher's gonna kick my ass if I don't do something so— Can I take you out on a date, David?" David's taken aback. "Wait... so you were serious. That time you were sick. All that stuff you said about being a good mate for me." "THAT WASN'T A DREAM?" Cue Milo letting go of David's hand and nearly cursing himself out, running a hand through his hair because now he's mortified. "I can't believe I actually said all that shit to you—" "Did you mean it?" "Huh?" For the first time, David's not looking at Milo like a friend or pack Alpha. The look in his eyes screams pure, unfiltered attraction. "Yes or no, Milo." Milo's face is hot, "Course I meant it. I'd treat you great if you gave me the chance to show you." David steps closer, gripping Milo's face gently and tilting it up towards his. "Show me." Milo grins before pulling David down to him, the kiss they shared far better than the ones he remembered from spin the bottle games they'd played as teens. This kiss felt deeper and closer than that could ever compare. The moment they break away, gasping for air, Milo's busy unbuttoning his shirt. David asks what he's doing, to which Milo replies "I'm about to savor as much time with you as I can before I have to see Asher's smug face. Unless you'd like to explain how your hair became a mess between the time you left to find me and when you get back?" David laughs before pulling Milo to him again.

So yeah, that concludes this fic adjacent ramble (/lh)! I love rarepairs and rambling, so if people enjoy this, I may format some other rambles as they arise. I think I've got some Sam/David tucked away somewhere, so let me know. If you actually read all of this, wow, okay, thank you (/lh /pos)

#redacted david #redacted milo #redacted rambles #rarepair #mdni #PK Fic Adjacents #Making a tag now because who knows #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted rarepairs #Also yes I'm inconsistent in how I write Milo's style of speaking #I'm vibing so what /lh

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pasteloctoz · 11 months

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I am always looking to have FL and the rest of the damn crew interact with any of the other characters. But especially FL with the other listeners. I already headcanon an entire friend group with the mates, lovely, and darlin' because OF COURSE THERE IS. If you're lookin for that bit that set off this idea, here's the post I made:

SO- I have more :D

FL, Gavin, Baaabe, and Asher are the most fashionable couples in the group. But most importantly, Gavin and Baaabe both talk a lot about where they get their clothes.

Speaking of which, when Gavin meets Asher, Ash just embraces Gavin's flirting and Gavin eats it up.

It takes a while for everyone in the group (even their partners) to get used to Gavin, but when they see how laid back FL is about it, they warm up to him.

David is still hella protective of Angel though and it shows. 'Tis why Gavin stopped flirting with Angel (obv he's not gonna be that shitty of a person) even though he still messes around with David.

Milo is equally as protective as David is about SH but as long as SH doesn't say anything to him and Gavin doesn't over step their boundaries, Milo is chill about it.

Sam doesn't get anything Gavin says and Darlin' just laughs at him for it, while its the other way around for Vincent and Lovely.

On an angstier note- All the listeners trauma dump to one another. Whether its stuff we've seen or just random stuff from their past. They have such a precious relationship with one another that one of them can just simply say "Hey, I can someone come over, I need a distraction." And they all drop everything. Suddenly a full day of going out on the town and partying is planned and they're all down for it. They all know what its like so they don't ask until the person in question is ready. Then they listen. I remember typing something like this up but I either can't find the post or I never posted it. All the listeners have been through so much whether the inversion or their own personal/childhood trauma. I feel like its only fair for them all to have this kind of healthy understanding and safe place with eachother.

Also, for Angel, Baaabe, and Darlin', Lovely hooked them up with their therapist because even though they weren't in the ward, Lovely knows how much stress they felt knowing their partners were in there.

Speaking more about the inversion, when the wave of magic happened, I'd like to think that the people in the wards could feel their friends/family/partners that helped the wave go off. So David, Asher, and Sam all felt Darlin's magic along with a few others when it happened. I want that to be the reason why Darlin' was shifted when they met back up with Sam (but also to sniff him out ofc).

Baaabe is a lawyer so anytime one of the listeners + asher get angry at someone they say, "You'll hear from my lawyer." And two minutes later Baaabe is there like "What did you do to piss 'em off."

Thats all I got rn!!! Have a lovely day! (No pun intended)

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted baaabe #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted listener #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan

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shzmluvrs · 11 months

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The Disconnect

Prompt: My random headcanon that pretty much just focuses on that odd... difference in vibe between Billy as himself vs when he's in his superhero form.

Timeline: Both movies

TW/Content: None, just me talking just to talk fr

Reader: None

Requested By: My damn self😼🫶🏽

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So like, duh, Moon and I have like... constant headcannons for like, every single person ever in the Shazam movies. And I did plan to write/list 'em out and post at some point. But this one is my biggest one, so I think it deserves its own post🤷🏽‍♀️.

Anyone who's seen just either one of the movies is pretty aware of that... weird little (but noticeable) disconnect between Asher Angel's Billy Batson and Zachary Levi's Shazam. Asher is a damn good Billy, while Zachary... he's good at being Shazam and acting like a kid who doesn't know what he's doing (which is the overall plot, ofc), but I just can't/don't believe him to be Asher's Billy, if that makes sense (??).

So, while yes, this is a little jarring for viewers, if you're anything like me, you know it's kind of not the end of the world and can be bypassed/looked over. Fixed, even, if had been given the proper attention to do such. And what better way to do that than through some good ol' writer brain🤷🏽‍♀️?

My in-media headcanon for why Billy acts so differently in his super-powered adult form is because he simply just becomes heaps more confident. He knows he's invincible to most things, he's got all these different and god-like powers and abilities, etcetc... So natrually, with those things comes an overwhelming and amazing sense of security, right? Therefore, leading to a surging amount of both confidence/ego and recklessness that you might not see come from some vulnerable, hard-knock-life-stricken, defensive kid.

It also gives him more freedom to come out of his shell (almost forces him to, really), hence why it becomes so much easier for him to talk to/interact with others while he's in his adult form. He almost wants to, because of that classic teenage boy need to show off (for the ladiesss😼🫶🏽⚡️). He gains the chance to actually be a kid, frfr, because he had to grow up and learn to care for himself so soon. Because, hell, it's not like he knew if his powers were a privilege he was gonna get to keep🤷🏽‍♀️. Gotta make the most of it.

Not to mention, poor boy has probably felt all alone and helpless all his life. Constantly having to do things on his own, constantly worried about how he's gonna get by and/or where he's gonna end up next. These abilities are like a free "out", if ykwim. He can essentially do whatever he wants, go wherever he wants now that he can just fly off somewhere...

I'd be eager to run around and do the most over the top shit, too, if it had been me. As Freddy once said, "I'd kill to have what you have...".

Plus, I mean, he is a teenager. A teenage boy, at that. I'm pretty sure no matter how hard and tall you've set up your shell, at the end of the day, if you randomly got superpowers n shit, you'd act a little bit out of normal character, too. Especially if your "normal character" are/is a bunch of walls n shit you've built up to protect yourself from the things that, you now no longer have to, because again... SUPERPOWERS!!

So, to try and wrap this all up, I, personally, am one to believe there's nothing a fanfic or a headcanon can't fix, hence... this lmao. And that's pretty much my way to try and fix/make sense of that disconnect between acting styles so I can properly hyperfixate in peace lmfao. And hopefully, now that you've seen this, you can, too :).

Okay, the end, that's it, goodbye🫶🏽😼.

Headcannons on all characters to come relatively soon, y'all, I promise🫡💕.

~ Star✨️

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the devil is in the details

the idea of david being assigned as the royal security detail in the imperium verse, leading to him meeting angel, would not leave me alone. short and sweet (?)

thank you @taelonsamada and @glassbearclock for enabling this. >:3 <33

redacted asmr: imperium!david/angel, mature themes, 18+ mdni.

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The consort of the King Imperial was once assigned a security detail, a shifter from a prominent wolf pack.

Alpha David Shaw.

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the devil is in the details

This will all end in flames, but right now, in this moment, David couldn’t give a damn.

They’re soft and warm, so fucking warm beneath him, their hands on him, their mouth on him, tasting him, taking all of him, and he’ll give them as much as they want, as much as they need.

And they do need him, just as much as he needs them. He’s seen their life, the illusion of their freedom, hidden beneath the opulence of the pretty bars of their cage. Their relationship with the man that would call himself king may have started out as love, but it’s long gone now, a shallower attachment - possession - all that’s left in its place.

Now it’s his hands on them, his mouth tasting them, swallowing their moans, leaving his marks on their skin in private places, gentle enough that they can be eased away with a little healing magic when it’s time for him to leave.

The headache would be worth it, to have his mouth on them now.

“Davey,” Their voice is little more than a gasp, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop.”

That name on anyone else’s lips would have been an insult, but not from them. From them, it fits into the little space inside his chest that they’ve carved out for themselves and called home, alongside the name he’s gifted them in return, angel, for all that they’ve saved him.

“I’ve got you. Hold on to me.”

He was drowning before he met them. With the responsibilities of the pack, with his loss - smothered by the weight of all the lives under his care. He still feels the weight of it now, as he figures out what it means to be alpha, to care for his people, even when it seems the very world is fighting against him. To keep them safe.

(He still has people missing - hunted by a massmaker, if the rumours were to be believed.)

He’d almost forgotten what it meant to be David before he’d been hired for the royal detail. They’d entered his life with all the force of a hurricane, breaking down his walls, reminding him of who he was, before all this. The man beneath the armour.

And they’d rediscovered themself, too.

They’ve talked about how much the life they’ve been living has chafed them - the isolation, the boredom, the frustration. They’re smart, and bright, and so fucking kind, and worth so much more than the ornamental side piece the little prince had made of them.

And he loves them. He’s been in love with them for months, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying, and all he can think about when they’re like this, moving together, their bodies and hearts in sync.

He wants them, all of them – and it’s that thought that pushes him over the edge as they clench around him, reaching their own peak, gasping his name, their fingers tangled in the strands of his hair as he holds them close.

He wants them to be his. And he thinks they want that too.

It’s in the quiet after, tangled up on the simple futon in the private room that had been assigned to the royal security detail, that he finds the courage to put it into words.

“Angel.” He waits until they’re looking at him, seafoam green eyes glimmering in the golden light that filters through the curtains, draping their body in gold. “Run away with me. Please.”

He’s already drawn up the plans, and discussed it with his pack. Asher had been hesitant, worried - but he’d seen the changes in David though, and knew how much they meant to him. He’d come around, in the end.

His angel makes a soft sound in the back of their throat, almost wounded. Their voice is soft when they finally speak. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do. We’ll protect you from him.” He needs them to hear it, to believe it. “I’m the alpha of my pack, the biggest in Dahlia. We’re strong. We’ll be enough.”

“Even against the King Imperium himself?”

“He’s not king yet. Besides, we have our alliances. He wouldn’t want a war.” They look at him, bright eyes wide and unsure, and he holds their stare. He’s serious - has never been more serious about anything in his life. “He’ll let you go.”

Their expression wavers, and there are tears in their eyes, even if they don’t let them fall. “Don’t give me false hope, Davey.”

Their breath catches as he reaches out to cup their cheek. Their skin is soft and warm as they lean into the touch, their eyes flickering shut, and they fit just right, as if they were made for him. “I love you. Please. Come with me.”

The tears break, slipping down their cheeks before he presses them away with his thumb. “Okay.”

He takes them in his arms as they release a shuddering breath, and he holds them as they shake, the tension in them breaking, and it’s too much, he knows, but it’ll be okay, in the end. They’ll be together, and that’s all that matters. “I love you, angel.”

As their grip tightens around him, they press their words into his chest. “I love you too.”

#redacted asmr #ej writes redacted #imperium au #redacted davey #redacted davey/angel #writing #look. LOOK.#in my personal hc they both make it out okay #hurt/comfort

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