#OH FUCK YOU MILO YOU SAID IT BEFORE I COULD
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everyone scrambling to understand Inversion:
CloseKnit:
#no because LISTEN#I HAVE A THEORY#I HAVE. A THEORY#im too fuckin tired to say much but#blake said closeknit watches people and knows things#they were trackin sunshine and elliott and knew there was something wrong with the river#blake new avior was trackin him#what if he pla#OH FUCK YOU MILO YOU SAID IT BEFORE I COULD#alright well its canon nevermind fuck the theory LMAOOO#tldr: closeknit used this opportunity to separate the two govs. in the war against de(a)mons on the side against de(a)mons#redacted asmr#redactedasmr#bagel fan talk#liveblogging#good to know my thinkin skills are up to par at least if i got that right#redacted closeknit
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DOMINI!! HOW ARE YOU!!
may i ask for
oh, don't be cute.
wait, did you just say that i'm cute?
putting on lip gloss/balm before the kiss, having fun sharing different flavors
with david and darlin pleaseee?? thank youuu ♥️♥️♥️♥️
ZOZO!!!! Okay, this was great and soo much fun! Thank you!! I hope you like how it turned out. <3 <3 <3 You're amazing, thank you so much for the ask!!
David/Darlin
tags: first kiss, prompt fic, a little tipsy, idiots in love
Coconut.
The warehouse was trashed from the pack party but David couldn’t quite muster the energy to care. It was almost four in the morning. He should start sending them home… really he should have done that an hour ago. Several of the pack were already passed out on the couches or the floor. He knew they kept some bedding at the warehouse but he hadn’t realized it was quite this much. They’d basically built a nest.
Fuck it. They could sleep here. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about them all getting home safely. He closed his eyes, arms folded across his chest and body settling into the couch. He could make breakfast in the morning. That would be nice.
The couch bounced when someone plopped down next to him.
He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. He could feel their aura against his. Loyal, sharp, quick to anger, quick to run, brave, but so damn scared. His nose wrinkled, eyes still closed. “Why do you smell like coconut?”
He felt them shrug, their arm against his.
David opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Darlin. Their eyes were half-lidded. They’d been riding their buzz for the last hour or two. His gaze flicked to their mouth and the gloss on their lips.
“This was all Milo had,” they explained with another shrug.
David nodded, watching their lips move as they spoke. He was riding a buzz too. Their mouth was lush. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? He’d been crushing on this idiot for years but never really noticed those lips... They’d been flirting for months now. Asher didn’t think Darlin really thought they were flirting though. He was probably right.
David uncurled his arms and held out a hand, palm up, doing gimmie fingers.
Darlin grinned. “You want some?”
“Hn.” He wanted it.
Something mischievous lit their eyes and they tipped their chin up, offering their lips, eyes always on him, daring him to get some.
David smiled despite all efforts not to. “Oh, don’t be cute.” Don’t tempt me, he thought.
Darlin laughed and looked away, sinking back against the cushions next to him, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. “Wait. Did you just say that I’m cute?” They turned their head to look at him again, surprise hitting late.
David was looking back, their faces close. He saw the moment Darlin realized it and heard their pulse jump. Their gaze flicked down to his mouth. They didn’t pull away, but forced a sideways smile that made him think they were about to say something self-deprecating to cut the tension…
“No one would call me cute, Davey.”
Yep. He didn’t look away. “I did. Want me to call you more names?” he asked, deadpan and patient.
Their eyes widened a fraction and he could practically hear the battle in their mind, wanting to egg him on, wanting to know what he would say, but not wanting to risk it either. They nodded once. The whole warehouse was a hive of activity but it all faded.
“You bite hard, you’re brave, and your mouth is really pretty.”
Darlin’s eyes were as wide as he’d ever seen them and their smile was an explosion. “Fuck you, you did not just say my mouth was pretty!”
David ignored all of his own nerves and the heat climbing his face. He wasn’t going to look away from this. “I said really pretty.”
“You’re messing with me, Shaw.”
He finally smiled, because how could he not when they served it up like that? “I’ll mess with you if you want, any time… if you’re willing to share your chapstick.”
Darlin stared, practically gawked, seeming to realize again just how close they were sitting. “You’re drunk,” they said in way of explanation.
David just watched them, waiting. He was tipsy, sure, but he wasn’t drunk and they knew it. Their eyes flicked to his lips again. He wanted so much to close that distance but he couldn’t. He needed them to make that move.
His heart beat faster when the leaned in, his hands curling into fists against his own arms to keep from grabbing at them right away. They kissed him so softly, lips sticky with that coconut chapstick. For a split second after, he felt the flutter of uncertainty in them, not regret for kissing but fear that it was a joke at their expense and they’d fallen for it—that he didn’t feel the same—that he was just messing with them. It all vibrated there across those indescribable threads that connected them.
David reached across and curled a hand behind their neck, pulling them in again and this time kissing them deep enough to taste the pina colada on their tongue. The kiss was long and slow and when it broke he smiled. “So… You like coconut, huh?”
Darlin grinned back. “Don’t you?”
He nodded. He did now.
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Written for whoever knows what Milo is, especially the ironed one.
Price was always suspicious of whatever shit you four were doing. This time, he caught you sneaking into Soap’s quarter with an iron and a chain of green sachets of something draped over your shoulder. He ignored it at first, but then he noticed Gaz also sneaking into Soap’s quarter, carefully holding a pin in between his thumb and pointer finger.
Sighing, Price turned his gaze towards anyone who was around. Somehow, he found himself looking at Ghost who was looking back at him in a deadpan. Price gestured at the direction of Soap’s quarter and gave Ghost a questioning look.
Ghost simply shrugged.
If Ghost did not even know what the three of you were up to, Price could only translate that as trouble. So, he walked himself towards Soap’s quarter before one of you started a fire or melted someone’s skin off.
A few feet towards the door, Price heard your voice, almost a shriek and a punch that followed after.
“... bloody idiot,” Gaz chuckled just as Price opened the door.
The scene that Price witnessed was… an odd one to say the least. Soap was piercing one of the green sachets with the pin he saw Gaz was bringing. Gaz was standing against a wall, clearly amused. You were about to pick up the iron that fell onto the floor. The iron was plugged in. There was a shirt involved, which looked to be Soap’s.
“Captain,” Gaz greeted, dropping his smile.
“The fuck’s going on here?” Price asked.
“We’re… cooking,” you answered.
Price looked at the iron and raised an eyebrow.
“Trust me, captain, we’re cooking. You’re welcome to stay,” you added as you picked up the iron. “I promise it’s all safe and there’s nothing you need to worry about.”
Folding his arms on his chest, Price leaned against the doorframe. He was quite curious now.
“Go on, then. I’m on overwatch here,” Price said. “Nothing the three of you cook are to be trusted.”
“Oh, I’m not cooking,” Soap stated. “I’m just assisting.”
“I’m just watching,” Gaz added.
“I do the cooking,” you said before taking the green sachet from Soap. “This is gold. It will turn into a diamond.”
“What exactly is that?” Price asked.
“Milo,” you answered. “Chocolate malt powder.”
You folded Soap’s shirt in half, placing the sachet on it before folding the other half of the folded shirt on top of the sachet. Then, you started ironing it.
As waiting for you to be done with that, Soap had been piercing the next sachet with the pin. When it felt like it was done, you flipped Soap’s shirt open and carefully moved the sachet off it.
“Don’t touch!” you warned immediately once you saw Gaz reaching for it. “It’s hot.”
“Right,” Gaz realised.
You proceeded to move on to the next sachet. Soon, you had five of the sachets ironed and waited for them to cool off. You unplugged the iron and put it aside.
By then, Ghost had showed up and lingered behind Price. You finally opened the first sachet and revealed the hardened version of the powder.
“Now, we have chocolate bars,” you said.
Out of the remaining four, only Soap and Gaz seemed excited about that.
“You could’ve bought a chocolate bar, sergeant,” Price said.
“Then, how am I supposed to taste the culture?” you replied and gave each of them an unopened sachet. “Next time, we’re mixing it with instant noodles.”
“With what?” Ghost asked as you passed him on your way out.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john mactavish x reader#soap x reader#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#price x reader#captain price x reader
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saw your Sam and Darlin pregnancy headcanons ....
if you haven't already , could you do Milo/Sweetheart?
theyre so perfect for each other , I'd love to see Milo as a dad/caring for Sweetheart through the pregnancy aww 🙏🏽🙏🏽
OHHH YEAHHHH i mean i did do “dad milo hc” but it’s not really the same… 😏
ILL DEFINITELY DO THIS ONE
tw: pregnancy
Milo/Sweetheart Pregnancy headcannons!
OH MY GOD MILO WAS SO EXCITED
he was a little nervous because of his dad but not as much as you’d expect
“really? no fucking shit? your fucking with me! really? like really really? holy shit!”
when they tell him he immediately demands they sit down and relax, he makes them their favorite dinner and cuddles with them for a while
he stopped cussing completely by like month 5 of their pregnancy
“fu— crap i dropped my phone..”
he kisses their belly when he leaves for work
^ “bye sweetheart,” *kiss on the lips* “bye baby..” *kiss on the belly*
milo makes them sit down when their face shows even the slightest hint of discomfort
if you have long hair he will definitely hold it back during morning sickness and rub sweethearts back
he gives them loads of massages and cuddles
definitely wanted to do a maternity photo shoot
when he spoons them at night he holds their stomach
YOU BETTER BELIEVE HE WAS AT EVERY APPOINTMENT
he missed one because of a job and he was pissy for a week
brushes sweethearts hair and helps them do it and stuff
he made very long name lists
sweetheart proposed the idea of a “milo Jr.” and he cried (if it’s a boy)
he makes sweetheart drink 3 full water bottles in a day
he definitely helps them wash their hair and their body and stuff in the shower
sweethearts water broke late at night, they had a few contractions before waking milo up
he didn’t panic and he was relaxed but he was STRESSED on the inside
he grabbed everything all the bags and chargers and pillows and whatever
held sweethearts hand the whole drive to the hospital
“i can turn with one hand relax..”
he didn’t faint! he was really good the whole time
he did yell at a hospital staff for making him fill out so much paperwork before getting them to a room
sweetheart had to calm him down and he felt really bad
“if you guys don’t get your heads out of your asses so you can see that their about to!—“ they put a hand on his arm and he sighed
“nevermind just give me the damn clip board..”
when baby greer was born he sobbed like a lot
“awh they look just like you sweetheart…” he said while sobbing
skin to skin almost immediately putting the baby on his bare chest
“milo give me the damn baby—“
he shushed them and smiled
he took a picture of sweetheart holding baby greer and the two of them were sleeping in the hospital bed and that’s his lockscreen and it probably will be for a while
be considered proposing for a little more security considering they had a kid now
milo has thick curly hair
guess how the baby came out?
with a full fucking head of hair
aw he plays with baby greer all the time, peek a boo and baby things
when baby greer can walk and kinda talk he plays hide and seek
hide and seek makes sweetheart nervous because they like to know where the baby is
awh they have such adorable family photos
he keeps a different picture of sweetheart and baby greer in his wallet
it’s of sweetheart kissing the baby and smiling really widely while the baby’s smile is just as wide if not more
heheheh that’s all :3
#redacted asmr#redacted milo#redacted sweetheart#redacted audio#redacted headcannon#tw: pregnancy#cw: pregnancy#pregnancy#pregnant!reader#pregnant! sweetheart#daddy milo#(literally)#pregnant headcannons
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DANCE MARATHON EPISODE (AKA MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR)-PART 5
After a quick blowjob break out in the soon-to-be-bloodspattered Stars Hollow High football field, a certain homocidal maniac in a puke green church donation bin coat has returned, and he's ready to dish out some sass. Shane is not in tow yet, but we need to give her time to freshen up and make herself presentable for the remaining few hours of her life.
Lane's pointless bitterness towards Jess is such a fucking waste. My "Lane hates Jess for stupid reasons when they could have been pals" rant has been reheated in the metaphorical microwave too many times already, so I won't repeat myself, but yeah. It's still about that fucking car accident.
Getting your dick sucked on the high school football field before committing a gruesome homocide can really work up a boy's appetite.
Baby you're such a good noticer. *kisses forehead*
I can't think of anyone more deserving of a rock hard permanent public erection. Wait
And now, for what is possibly my favorite five-word exchange in the entire series:
The most perfectly executed dry delivery. Ugh! Sheer perfection!
Well, at least egg salad sandwiches beat the Crack and Despair Sandwiches Liz used to pack in his lunchbox.
Miss "My Virginity Spared Me From Becoming Football Field Fertilizer" has arrived with Also-Not-Dancing Butthead in tow. If the food is for the dancers, I better not see him eat anything. I will smack that sandwich out of his hand so fast so help me god
(virgins always survive the killing spree).
You ever think about what a monstrous hell it must be for Jess living in a place like Stars Hollow? I think about this a lot. But I like to think that off screen he gets in his car and gets the fuck out of there as much as possible. Anyway, this is another perfectly dry one liner that I absolutely love. I want to fil out adoption papers and take all of his sarcastic one liners from this episode home from the shelter.
R: You have nothing better to do than sit in a gymnasum staring at a dance marathon?
J:Idk, do you have nothing better to do than sit inside a gymnasium staring at a dance marathon?
R:Do you think you're bugging me sitting in front of me and staring like that?
J: Do you think you're bugging me dancing and staring at me like that?
R: I'm not staring at you!
J:How do you know I'm staring at you?
Dean: It's been two years. Maybe you can glance at my dick for once, Rory.
Has Rory ever said anything supportive of Dean that wasn't said with the same conviction as if she were a bank robbery hostage?
Deany has that constipated look on his face again. Is he sad because no one was staring at him? But someone was. I'll give you a hint, it's a certain MILF who wants to turn that 34 into a 69. Lorelai is 34 years old in this episode, by the way. He's proudly displaying his love of young milfs on his literal sleeve.
Listen, you could power Stars Hollow with the combined sexual frustration of these three people + Lane and Dave Ryglaski to make it extra nuclear. When nobody puts out, you get three teenagers eating egg salad and having an "I'm not staring at you!" argument in a school gymansium at 10pm.
Ooooh. Jess is shakin in his little murder boots.
J: I'm supporting my town.
R: Go back to New York.
Oh Rory babe, if only he could, he'd be home now with a smile on his face with a pushcart hot dog in one hand while some easy alt chick rode his dick. Well, yeah he's got that now but he's going to feed her to the swans then take an 8 month vow of celibacy for some reason.
Got em.
He's so LAME.
Jared: Hey AmyShermanPalladino, can't Dean get any fun comebacks for once? Why does Milo get all the good sass?
AmyShermanPalladino: You can pick from the reject pile. We've got "my former comment still stands" "Are you trying to act tough, you're wearing a tie" and "You're the one who's going"
She's so horny. God help her.
Shane Campbell stars in the newest WB Network vehicle, "My Favorite Murder Victim."
He keeps picking at that sandwich like he's going to find a $100 bill in the bread.
You want this poor girl to spend the last precious hours of her life doing math problems?
I guess egg salad will wash the taste of dick out of her mouth.
We heard you the first time, Ice Vagina.
What is Dean even doing here, lol.
There's something incredibly erotic about this line.
Dean is like, what the hell is going on? Why is she touching me?
*immediately pushes her off*
Don't give him any more ideas, Jess.
I just want to point out that on the table behind them, fresh fruit and brownies are available for consumption. You know you guys don't have to eat those sandwiches.
Code for "I'm gonna go find the murder implement I stowed away in the bushes earlier"
#gilmore girls#jess mariano#shane campbell#shane is swan food#denise rewatches gilmore girls#gilmore girls season 3#they shoot gilmores dont they#tsgdt#rory gilmore#I can't believe that like a half dozen people read this shit I write and don't unfollow me#bless your hearts#smoochies#I am fucked in the head#I even held back a few really insane things
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All I Want (Is You)
It was Christmas morning. Milo knew that, realistically, he probably wouldn’t win this year. However, in one more throw-away shot, Milo tried one more time. By some miracle, he was up before Sweetheart was and he was able to sneak out to the kitchen to set his trap. The mistletoe went up in the doorway. He grabbed a book and his glasses, getting into position just as he heard Sweetheart shuffling down the hall.
Milo tries to charm Sweetheart into giving him a kiss in 1275 words.
Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas, Mistletoe, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, I think we get the picture already /lh, it really is nothing other than a prompt fill that I found cute, it is just the two of them being dorks in love, Milo is trying to win a 'competition' that he set up six years ago, and he only won cause sweetheart took pity on him
Based on this post. On AO3, if you prefer that format as well!
("oh pluto you didn't have to write such a long fic from that-" I know I didn't. I did anyway, because I am gay and in a holly jolly mood okay. moving on. (/lh))
Milo has gotten many past partners to kiss him under the mistletoe.
It was a tradition with him. He would usually put it somewhere obvious, so that it was visible to guests, and wait. There was always at least once where his partner at the time would stand under it, knowingly or not, and Milo got to pull his favourite move. It never failed him in the holiday season.
Except for with one person. Which was Sweetheart. In six years he hasn’t been able to kiss them under that mistletoe, but this year was different. This year, he was going to kiss them by Christmas.
And he tried. He tried so damn hard. But somehow, some way, Sweetheart saw through his bluffs or saw where the mistletoe was. They would avoid him like the plague if he was acting “suspicious” in any way. They would be lured under it by his charm just to look up at the wrong second and worm themselves away. It was a continuous game of cat and mouse, and Milo wanted to win.
It was Christmas morning. Milo knew that, realistically, he probably wouldn’t win this year. However, in one more throw-away shot, Milo tried one more time. By some miracle, he was up before Sweetheart was and he was able to sneak out to the kitchen to set his trap. The mistletoe went up in the doorway. He grabbed a book and his glasses, getting into position just as he heard Sweetheart shuffling down the hall.
Milo tried to act nonchalant, staring at the words in front of him but not taking them in. He wasn’t even sure what book he picked up, or what part of the story he randomly flipped to. It didn’t matter. It was just a prop.
Sweetheart shuffled past him, rubbing at their eyes. “You’re books upside down,” They commented, not looking at him.
Milo realized that, yes, the book was upside down. He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Trying to see if there was a different meaning this way. These authors can be tricky, ya know?”
Sweetheart chuckled. “Yeah. Sure. Do you want coffee?”
Milo sighed, “Yes, please, that sounds great Sweetheart.”
Sweetheart put on the coffee pot before shuffling back over to him. They gently took the book from his hands, flipping it over. “I didn’t know you were into horror,” they commented with a wry smile, handing the book back to him.
“I find it interesting,” Milo said slowly, working the lie together as he went.
“Really? When did you get that book?”
“You know, I can’t remember exactly when. One of those things, you know? Buy it and let it sit somewhere.”
“Is that so?” Sweetheart said, trying to hide their amusement.
“Because I could have sworn that I bought that book last month.”
Milo was really fucked now, but he continued with the white lie. “Was it that? I must have forgotten. I’m reading it now, though.”
Sweetheart stifled a chuckle. “Milo, Love… when I described what was happening in that book you had a very negative reaction. Almost got physically ill. Gagged a little, even.”
Milo looked at the book in his hand, reading the title for the first time. Sweetheart was right, as usual. He particularly hated the description they gave during that one scene. He shuddered at the image it brought back—one that he suppressed after conjuring it—and sighed. “What if I wanted to give it a second chance?”
“I wouldn’t stop you, then,” Sweetheart said sincerely, “but, there’s a few things you’re failing to see here.”
They stepped closer to him, causing his heart to speed up. They always had that effect on him. Anytime they were close to him he found it hard to breathe, heart pounding in his chest. The effect they had on Milo was unmatched, and, frankly, very unfair. If he didn’t know that he had the same effect on them he’d go as far as to say it was cruel.
“First thing, you’re standing in a random doorway. You don’t like standing while reading,” Sweetheart started, tone matter of fact. Milo had to applaud the attention to detail they had, that was a small grievance he had that rarely got aired.
“Second thing is, along with the book,” they took the book out of his hand, sliding it onto the counter, “your glasses are all kinds of messed up.” They reached up, tugging the glasses off of his face, folding the arms neatly, and placing them beside the book.
“Third thing, and I promise this is the last,” Sweetheart said, taking another step forward and splaying their hands against Milo’s sides, hands warm against his skin, pressing close. Milo had his hands on their hip without a second thought, holding them there. “I know what you’re doing,” they murmured, looking up at him, “you’re not slick, Milo Greer.”
“Who said I was trying to be?” Milo asked.
“Is this your last shot before you give up for the season?” Sweetheart teased.
“Maybe,” Milo hedged, pouting a bit.
Sweetheart laughed, hands unconsciously squeezing his side, the combination sending butterflies through his stomach. “You sure are persistent, huh?” They giggled.
“I prefer ambitious,” Milo said, “has a better ring to it.”
Sweetheart was smiling ear to ear, love written all over their face as they looked at him. Milo believed that this was the first time that he’d truly seen them stress-free in weeks. Milo felt something akin to pride swell in his chest at the thought that he was the one who got them to this point. So long as his Sweetheart was with him, he was going to do everything in his power to bring them back to a state like this every time they needed it.
“You’re cute,” Sweetheart said.
“I’m adorable,” Milo agreed. “I’m also the guy who pulled a deity like you, so that might warrant me a title a bit higher than that.”
Sweetheart looked at him for a second, head tilted a bit to the side as if contemplating something. They got a look in their eye that Milo didn’t get a proper read on before they reached up and pulled him in for a kiss. Milo let out a noise of surprise, not believing what was happening at the moment.
He had won, then? Or had he, where Sweetheart initiated?
He didn’t care, he decided quickly, pulling his Sweetheart closer. He couldn’t give a damn when they were pressed against them like that.
When Sweetheart pulled away they had a mischievous grin on their face. “Does winner, work?”
“So I do win?” Milo asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sweetheart shrugged, smirking. “I suppose, since, by the rules you laid out, I did fall for your evil charming ways and succumbed to my baser human instincts.”
The more that Sweetheart talked, the more Milo had to suppress his chuckles. “Your baser instincts,” Milo asked, barely keeping himself from choking on the words.
“Yes,” Sweetheart said matter of factly, “the baser instincts that hard wires people to fall for one Milo Greer at one point or another, obviously.”
“You fucking goof,” Milo said, unable to keep the laughter back. He leaned toward them again, kissing them to try and stifle it. It wasn’t wholly successful, but Milo didn’t care. “God, do I ever love you,” he whispered against their lips, earning him another smile.
“I love you too,” Sweetheart whispered back, pushing their foreheads together. They savoured that moment with him for a moment before sighing. “Go sit down, Love. I’ll bring the coffee in a minute.”
Milo kissed their forehead, letting go of them finally. “Thank you, Sweetheart.”
#plutonium_fanfiction#redacted audio#redacted audio milo#redacted audio sweetheart#redacted sweetheart#redacted milo#redactedverse#redacted fanfic#christmas fluff
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#46 with luke
“Stop being a fucking prick”
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Milo’s birth had been the best kept secret of Michigan.
You honestly thought Mackie would’ve spilled the beans at one point.
You were cautious when Ethan left to play in Jersey. With Luke having left the year prior and Milo being a couple months old now, you waited for the
how come you had my baby and I didn’t know? text.
It never came.
So, you carried on with life. You were close to graduating and looking for a job. Not having a job after graduation wasn’t an option at this point, being a mom was expensive.
“Hey, you wanna go watch the Red Wings Devils game this Saturday? Eddy says that he can get us tickets” Mark asked, shouting through the house.
“I’m down but we’ll have to take Milo because his babysitter is out of town”
“Eddy also said ‘tell her she better bring Milo because I miss him’” you laughed, always one step ahead.
At almost a year old, the little boy was beginning to develop noticeable features from his parents. He had Luke’s hair and nose while he had your eyes. He hadn’t fully developed a smile yet but the way he gave his gummy half smiles with a certain slant you knew they’d be just like Luke’s.
Dressed up in his Devils jersey, a gift from Ethan when he left. Milo had been to so many hockey games in his short little life, being a common spectator at Yost.
While Luke wasn’t in the picture you still wanted to bring those certain aspects of him around Milo. You took him to hockey games, you celebrated certain Jewish holidays with him (after a lot of googling). People thought it strange, you hadn’t told Luke by choice but wanted to keep him around.
Your reasoning sounded stupid to some but others understood where you were coming from. Luke broke up with you after loosing out again at Frozen Four.
The devils organization were there in Tampa. Luke had signed before he even got out of his jersey.
He told you it wouldn’t work, how you were going to be too far apart and that he wanted to experience life as a rookie in New Jersey with a fresh start.
You planned to tell him that night, you were pregnant. You never got the chance. Instead, you nodded and wished him well in Jersey.
You then didn’t tell anyone for months until you were all leaving for the summer and you bid your goodbyes very tearfully. You weren’t sure what would happen next year, if you’d ever be back in Michigan with your friends.
You told them, they dragged it out of you and you made them promise to not tell Luke.
It was awfully quiet at the lake house that summer.
Everyone had brought their partners and Luke was alone for the first time in years, he felt lonely. He missed you. He screwed up.
“Have you got his bag? His ear defenders? Oh did I pack snacks? What about-“
“You gotta calm down, what’s up with you?” Mark stopped you, taking milo out of your arms and looking at you bordering on tears.
“This is the first time I’m gonna see him Mark, I thought I could do it-“
“You can! Luke knows nothing about Milo and I’m sure he won’t even notice us there. I’m right here with you”
His words of encouragement calmed you, nodding in agreement and making your way to the car.
It was a busy night and Milo was loving all of the attention he was getting from random people that passed, all waving and smiling at him.
“C’mon buddy let’s go find Ethan and get your first NHL puck” Mark announced, taking him from your arms and walking down the stairs to ice level.
You watched people skate by that you recognized; Jack and Dawson both from your visits to Jersey with Luke, a few Red wings players who had been in contact with Mark over the year with the team showing interest in signing him come graduation.
Eventually you found #73.
“Look Milo, who’s that?!” You pointed and his eyes followed to Eddy who had stopped right infront of you.
His eyes lit up, babbling and slapping the glass in front of him at his uncle.
“Hey buddy I missed you!” Ethan shouted, smiling down at him.
You were too consumed in the people around you, you hadn’t noticed a certain defenseman watching from the crease in utter disbelief.
Luke’s heart broke. You had moved on, with his old teammate and friend and now you even had a baby.
Jack skated into his little brother, almost knocking him over “Yo, what’s up with you? Move!”
Luke just pointed ahead of him and Jack’s mouth fell open when he saw it “Holy shit!”
Luke just pushed away from his brother, shaking his head and making his way back to the locker room.
When the game started Milo fell asleep leaving you and Mark to enjoy. Sometime after the second period started he began crying softly and you decided to take him on a walk around in an attempt to calm him again.
“I’ll be back” you whispered to mark.
“Sure you don’t want me to take him?”
“Nah I’ve got it, text me if anything exciting happens and if Eddy gets in a fight film it”
You were bouncing up the stairs, Milo starting to hush now smiling up at you “Hi cheeky boy, you’re just tired huh?”
Just before you could exit to the concourse you heard your name being called, turning to see The Hughes.
oh shit.
“Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Madison, Jack’s girlfriend said while standing up from her seat to hug you “How have you been?! You have a baby now?”
You felt overwhelmed, a flush landing across your cheeks “Yeah, yeah I know it’s been a while!”
“He’s so cute! Hi little man” she cooed, her finger swiping across his cheek while he smiled a gummy smile.
You looked over at the rest of the family, they looked conflicted and your heart was racing.
“I should be going-“
“Luke’s hair was that light when he was that age, it’ll get darker” Ellen said, looking straight at you.
You’d been caught.
You bit your lip “I didn’t-“
“We’re here now, no point causing a scene for something we can’t change. You’ve got my number sweetheart call me when you get back to Ann Arbor and we’ll talk” she was always so good at getting her point across.
You nodded with a slight smile “Do you want to hold him?”
You could see their eyes light up “Please?” “Of course”
Milo groaned when he lost contact of you but soon situated nicely in his grandma’s arms while she doted over him.
Madison hugged you tightly now your arms were free and mumbled in your ear “You’re so strong for doing this alone”
Down in the locker room in the second break Luke was fuming. Since seeing you all he saw was red.
When everyone had filed out back onto the ice Ethan pulled Luke back “What’s wrong with you dude?”
“What’s wrong with me?! You knew Mark and Y/N had a baby and you never fucking told me!”
Ethan looked confused “Mark and Y/N? Milo isn’t Mark’s son you moron! Is that what you’re so upset about? You’ve been missing easy passes because of that?!”
“Because of that?!” Luke mocked him
“Yes it’s because of that! How would you feel?!”
Ethan chuckled humourlessly “You left her Hughesy don’t get it twisted”
“You don’t get it!”
“Oh I get it plenty, you’re jealous now you think she’s moved on with someone else! Milo isn’t Mark’s son you dipshit he’s yours! He’s almost one and he loves hockey, his mom is really fucking awesome and his dad? Well he’s a giant fucking loser”
Luke stuttered a response but came up empty.
“She’s out there, with your kid right now and you have every opportunity to make things right. Now stop being a fucking prick and sort it out but first we have a game to win”
Luke didn’t reply, just nodding and headed out the door to the bench.
Luke’s parents hadn’t wanted to let go of Milo, soaking up all of the time they had with him and you let them because who were you to stop it. After all, you’d deprived them of their grandson for months.
The game ended with a devils OT win, you were ecstatic for Ethan and nervous to see Luke. There was no hiding it anymore.
The hallway outside the locker room felt claustrophobic while you waited, staring down at your sleeping boy.
Ethan came out first, giving you a hug and mumbling “He knows, I told him and I’m sorry but he needed to know”
You nodded, a non verbal agreement that it was ok.
Luke was one of the last out, side by side with his brother.
He looked around for you almost instantly, shoulders physically relaxing when he saw you there. His eyes flickered between you and the baby.
“Go, go see her” Jack pushed him. The whole family watching him stumble over to you.
“Hi Lu”
“Hey”
You were both visibly nervous, taking it upon yourself to break the tension you asked “you want to hold him? Your mom said it’s the best cuddles she’s had”.
He chuckled, nodding and you handed the small body over. You watched him closely snuggle closer into Luke’s chest in his sleep.
Luke laughed softly and when you looked at him you saw the tears that lined his eyes and a watery smile to add “He’s so-“
“Perfect?” “Yeah”
The two of you had your moment, being mom and dad for a few seconds until the family interrupted. Uncle Jack claiming his stakes to meet the little one.
The two of you stepped back for a minute watching them all coo over him. Luke’s arm slinging over your shoulders to pull you in under his arm.
Your head dropped onto his shoulder “Lu I’m so sorry I kept him from you”
He shook his head lightly “It’s done now, let’s just go forward not back. Come back to the hotel with me, we’ll talk about everything”
“Everything?” “I want to fix it all, you and I too”
“I’d like that, I don’t think we’re getting him back anytime soon though” you joked.
“More time with you? I’m not complaining”
Later that night you were asleep in his arms on the hotel bed, Milo asleep in a travel cot next to you and Luke felt happy for the first time in a very long time.
Next morning the family had woken up to a text in the family group chat.
Quinn Hughes: what the fuck is this I’m hearing about having a nephew? Was someone gonna tell me? Jack who did you knock up?!
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↓↓ some quick twins au for the birthday boys!!! ↓↓
If there’s anything Milo Morales hates, it’s spiders. So when a certain mask-wearing idiot crashes through the window of the room that he shares with his brother, he knows he’s fucked.
When Milo gets home from school, his twin is nowhere to be found. He’d expected it, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
Milo would cover for his brother in a heartbeat, but having to explain to his parents why they hadn’t come home together— having to lie to them at all — well, Miles better have a phenomenal reason to be out on this particular Friday night.
Something about his brother has been off the past few days. Since the death of Spider-Man hit the news, Miles was more anxious than usual. He was hard to reach, and never where he was supposed to be. Milo can only give so many excuses to their teachers, and classmates-- to their parents before they all start to catch on.
But worse, Milo didn’t know there were secrets they couldn’t share with each other.
He thought they told each other everything, that no matter what happened— what either of them said or did — they would have each other's backs.
Nothing was supposed to come between them.
So what had?
Milo punches his pillow, getting the lumps out before he buries his face in the purple sheets.
Seriously, his brother better have the hottest date in the world. That would be the only explanation Milo would accept, but that theory also relies on his twin having any sort of game— so Milo is really out of ideas.
He reaches for his headphones, cranking the volume and squeezing his eyes shut as if the action alone could stop his thoughts from racing.
Milo barely hears the tapping.
It’s light at first— a gentle rapping against the glass window — easily mistaken for the raindrops. But it gets more urgent, insistent– annoyingly offbeat with the music from in his headphones to the point where it's nearly unbearable.
Milo pulls them off his head and sits up, squinting at the window through the darkness.
For a while, he doesn’t see anything. Just the rain splattering against the glass. But his heart is pounding, the hair on his arms is raised.
He knows something is wrong even if he can’t see it.
The window creaks. Fingers slide underneath.
Milo’s hands find the baseball bat he keeps by his bed just as the window starts to slowly open. Slowly. Slowly.
There’s a sharp CRACK of thunder followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the silhouette of a figure– a person– crawling through the window.
On all fours.
The scream leaves Milo’s mouth just as his brother removes his mask.
–
Their father is at the door in seconds– nearly breaking it off its hinges as he throws it open– only to find his one of his sons lounging nonchalantly on his bed.
Milo blinks up at him.
“Oh, sorry dad. Did you hear that? I was just watching a scary movie. CGI is really crazy these days.” He lets out the start of a laugh, but stops when he sees his father’s eye twitch.
“A scary movie?” Jefferson asks in disbelief, “In a thunderstorm?” He’s not really talking to Milo. He's already walking away– shaking his head and muttering about ‘the youth,’ and ‘losing his damn mind.’
Milo will apologize again later.
For now, he jumps up, shuts the bedroom door, and flicks on the light switch – looking up at the corner of the ceiling where his twin is perched.
Milo doesn’t even know where to begin. His brother is dripping wet from the rain, wearing what looks like a child’s Spider-Man costume, clinging to the ceiling.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks.
“I tried to get your attention before I came in–” Miles starts, and then looks at the club Milo had discarded before their dad had come in. “Were you going to hit me with a bat?”
“Was I gonna- Yes! Yes, I was going to hit you with a bat! Get down.”
Miles does. He drops from the ceiling with more grace than he’d shown in his entire life-- spinning around and landing solidly on the ground. This was the same kid who tripped over his own shoelaces every day? The same kid who fell off the wii fit board trying to hula hoop?
“What happened to you?”
“Just promise me you won’t freak out.”
–
Milo does freak out. But he thinks it’s an appropriate amount, given that his own brother is a human spider.
“How big was the spider that bit you? Actually, don’t tell me. Don’t tell me.” Milo shivers.
He stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know. Maybe we should-” He stops when he sees Miles’ face.
And suddenly it makes sense– why Miles’ hadn’t told him right away.
Because Miles didn’t want Milo to think differently about him. Miles didn’t want his brother to think that he was a freak or a hero.
The last thing Miles needs right now is a brother that doesn't believe in him.
“This still makes more sense than you having a date, actually.”
Milo sighs.
“Okay, okay fine. What can I do to help?"
Miles seems surprised at first-- and then relieved. He grins at him.
Milo might hate spiders, but he loves his brother.
#this is an allegory for coming out#just kidding#(im not kidding)#spiderverse#fens fics#miles morales#miles 42#twins au#theyre brothers ur honor#atsv spoilers#atsv
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My Apologies [10]
Chaennie x Fem!reader
Word Count: 2386
A/n - this lowkey feels like a filler chapter to me, and let me know if you guys want romantic-Jennie or just close best friend-Jennie with reader
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At the news everyone’s eyes go wide, including Chaeyoung’s parents. “You…what?” Chaeyoung has to double-take, trying to process Jennie’s rambles. Jennie, who is still sitting on the table, groans, running her hand through her hair in frustration. She then drags her hands down her face, looking at Chaeyoung.
“It’s hard to explain. We ran into a demon at (Y/n/n)’s school, they had a whole plan to get her and everything— but it didn’t work. So she took her friend as bait as the backup plan— that didn’t work either. I killed her, but (Y/n/n)’s friend bled out.” Jennie said, explaining the bare minimum. The other details can wait. “My job is to protect her only. But she would rather run into danger and go to her friend— so I had to make her sleep. She was being so fucking stubborn. I just wanted her to be safe.”
Jennie furrowed her eyebrows. “But that’s unimportant. I-I need you to go and heal her friend. If you take too long he’ll really die, his soul is already fading. If you don’t, (Y/n)’s going to hate me, she already does right now.” Chaeyoung noticed Jennie’s voice got more desperate with each word.
Her eyes are glossy, she’s on the verge of crying. She shouldn't be crying over something so stupid. It’s just frustrating. “I don’t want her to hate me over that, Rosie. You’ll heal him, won’t you? Please?—” Jennie is cut off by arms wrapping around her, pulling her trembling form into a hug. She feels Chaeyoung caress her hair soothingly, and she mutters, “Breathe, Jen, breathe. It’ll be okay, I promise. (Y/n) isn’t capable of hating you, okay?” Jennie hesitantly nods in response, wrapping her arms tightly around Chaeyoung’s waist seeking comfort. Her head hurts and she’s so caught up on the fact that you won’t want to see her anymore if Milo dies.
She tried so hard for you to be friends since the first meeting; anytime she was free she would watch over and visit you; you’d go out together shopping, watch movies, do face-masks, cuddle and whatnot. You’re the first human she’s put effort into befriending, so she won’t let you go that easily. She’s bitter and scared, but once your friend is healed you’ll forgive her— right? If you don’t…oh, well.
Jennie can wait, then. She can wait for you to forgive her; she was just trying to protect you— surely you know that? You’ll understand soon enough, and Jennie will wait for that apology.
“Calm down for me, okay? Can you take me to where she’s at?” Chaeyoung asks and Jennie nods, head still buried in her chest though she makes no move of action. If your friend’s soul is fading as they speak, she needs to hurry up. Chaeyoung realizes she needs a few moments; after a few seconds, Jennie sighs “Thank you for that.”
Chaeyoung smiles, “You’re welcome.”
Chaeyoung glances at her mother for permission to leave with Jennie and she nods. Selugi figures her question can wait and she’ll meet up with Chaeyoung later once they have this solved. “We’ll be back by tomorrow.” She says as Jennie opens a portal. (It’s a silent portal.)
Before she could go, her father suddenly stood up. “You’ll make it to the banquet right?” He wanted to confirm as he really wanted her to attend. “Yes, sure.” Chaeyoung responds before walking inside. As they left, her father sat back down and muttered, “such a troublesome child,” under his breath.
Once Jennie and Chaeyoung walked out and to the other side, the angel was met with a black and white sky. She recognized the rooftop they were on as your school’s. She could see everything was in stasis— which would’ve been resumed if the demon was dead and cleared off. From what Chaeyoung assumed, Jennie didn’t take care of it fully yet. It didn’t take her long to spot you a few feet away, holding Milo in your arms.
So he was the one who died. How sad.
“(Y/n).” Jennie called, tapping on your shoulder lightly to not startle you; it still did. You flinched and turned around quickly, wide eyed. You didn’t even notice they had arrived. You see Chaeyoung eyeing you with a bright smile and you wonder why. It’s confirmed when she speaks, though.
“You look so pretty crying.” She comments, you don’t have it in you to roll your eyes.
“Jennie, can you set him up against the wall?” She asked, pointing to the surface. Jennie gave her a nod, gently taking the (dead) boy from your arms, who hesitated before handing him over. Chaeyoung let out a sigh at the awkwardness between you.
Jennie really needed to fully fill her in.
As the reaper sat his (dead) body against the wall, she thought about how you didn't even spare her a glance, which made her a bit sad considering she brought Chaeyoung here.
“You two, stand there.” Chaeyoung points beside herself and you shuffle over. She wonders how she should go about this, she could heal him for free, but she doesn’t want to do that. It takes too much energy and she’d get nothing in return. “(Y/n), make a wish.” The angel says and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, interest, and maybe shock.
“Isn’t that too much Chaeyoung…?” Jennie speaks up, interrupting. If you make a wish with a situation like this; bringing back the dead, you might as well be capping your contract to the fullest, meaning Chaeyoung would get to do anything she wanted.
“Too much?” The angel mutters as she squats down by the (deceased) boy. He’s wounded terribly, which makes her frown. “If she wants him alive she needs to make a wish. I’m not trying to force anything, but it takes a lot of energy to bring someone back to life.”
Jennie nods. It’s your decision anyways. “It’s fine, please just heal him.” You say, although a bit unsure. You just want your friend to be normal, not hurt and having no memory or feelings of what happened today.
Chaeyoung can see that you're indecisive, and she questions her own decision. “Are you sure?” She asks, staring at you intently: looking for some form of rejection or discomfort, but you show none of the sort.
That’s good.
“You are aware that it means I can do a lot more, and you know what more means, right?” She goes on, unable to stop the smile forming on her face at the thought of making you feel good— but it soon faded. She realizes how poorly worded that was. “With your consent of course.” She adds, and you smile slightly at her elaboration, face hot. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You confirm again.
Now, with a quick snap of the angel's fingers and a flashing of white and gold sparks, the wish is done. Chaeyoung places a hand over Milo’s chest. A small lavender colored orb appears, floating about the area.
You watch in awe and curiosity.
The orb bounces and swirls around his body in leaping motions, almost like it was dancing. It turns lighter and lighter as the seconds pass before being absorbed into his body. His wounds start closing up and the color returns to his skin. His clothes turn clean and untouched, too.
Once that is over, your friend lets out a groan, moving slightly. His head is throbbing painfully and he lets out another groan, screwing his eyes shut.
“He should be fine now, I’ve just erased his memories.” Chaeyoung says as she picks him up, he then falls limp in her arms. She disappears, returning a quick second later with him no longer in her arms. She had put him somewhere in the school so he could resume his day.
“Now, Jennie, do you want to tell me the whole story?”
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When the situation was under control and everything was back to, well, normal, Chaeyoung had brung you back to your apartment informing you she’d be back quickly. But it’s been an hour and a half since then, and you were getting bored. You thought about how many absences you would’ve had if it wasn’t for Chaeyoung altering the records.
You were told to wait in your room while the two talked about what happened. You didn’t understand why you couldn’t be included when you were involved, but at the same time, you didn’t want to have to recall and retell the events of today. You’re also slightly scared to be in the same proximity as Jennie because of the awkwardness between you.
Chaeyoung has talked to you before going to Jennie. You needed to apologize. You may have been angry and a jumble of emotions, but you should’ve never said those three words to Jennie. You don’t hate her. You know you were in the wrong. Jennie was just trying to protect you.
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..
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“So?” Chaeyoung questions as that sat at your island table, waiting for Jennie to elaborate. The feline-eyed reaper has her head laying down on the counter and she stares at Chaeyoung. She’s lazily chewing on a Twizzler stick she found in your pantry’s candy section. She could start to tell Chaeyoung what she wants to know, but she wants to finish the candy first.
After a few minutes of silence between them, and Jisoo and Lisa playing the game in the next room, she finally finishes the candy. “(Y/n)’s friend was being bugged by some new student that was in their class. He had enough and asked the human to either go on a date or reject them so he could have his peace, and she accepted. That girl who supposedly had a crush on (Y/n) turned out to be a demon and she was waiting for a chance to get (Y/n) alone to take her or maybe kill her. I don’t know.” Jennie said, watching how Chaeyoung’s expression changes to annoyance.
“I came with her of course because it was suspicious to me that they transferred a little after the time you did. Long story short, they found out I knew they were a demon and had no other choice to reveal themself. They couldn’t bait me so they used Milo as a hostage… (Y/n) got all emotional and tried to “help” so I made her pass out.” Jennie makes a gun pose with her hand and points it at Chaeyoung’s forehead. “Then I killed her. Understand?”
Jennie had an odd way of explaining things but somehow it still made sense in the end, so Chaeyoung nodded and pushed the bag of Twizzlers back to Jennie who grinned happily. (She had to take them away from her or else she would’ve finished the whole bag before she told her what happened.)
“Will you and (Y/n) make up?”
“Yeah, I’m just waiting for her to call me.” To their surprise, you call her a couple minutes later.
“Jennie,” you call out to no one in particular, “Jennie, can you come here?” You waited a couple minutes and came to the conclusion she was still busy since she hasn’t appeared yet.
Sighing, you flopped back onto your bed and pushed your head in your pillow, letting out a groan. You don’t exactly have a script on how you’re going to apologize.
“You’re going to suffocate yourself.” A raspy, deep voice filled with amusement speaks, causing you to jolt up. Jennie is at the side of your bed, smiling widely. “Unless…that’s what you were trying to do, by all means, continue.” She adds, joking. You sighed, trying to catch your breath as you clutched at your chest. Sometimes you forget that Jennie can make herself sound scary.
“You should’ve seen your face.” Jennie mocked. She places a hand over her chest with wide eyes: a startled look, and mimicked your breathing. You rolled your eyes. “No, you should’ve heard your voice!” You said, causing her to laugh more. You couldn’t help but laugh too, and it seemed like you were back to normal. Though, it doesn’t last.
Once the laughing died down, silence fell upon you. You both were quietly, your eyes darting around the room. It was an awkward tension, you’d have to eventually address the elephant in the room. Jennie gazed at you expectantly, not moving to sit on the bed, facing you. Her legs were folded over each other and she was still smiling.
She expected you to call her a bit later, or maybe the next day, or week, or month, or…
She thought you’d avoid her, but it’s not like you can when she’s watching you with Chaeyoung.
A couple seconds later you turned to face her, letting out a small sigh before looking her in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” you started and Jennie cocked her eyebrow, her smile growing into a teasing smirk.
“Do it without the sigh?” She asked, tilting her head. You could almost see her as an owl, no, a cat. “I want a sincere apology. You don’t need to force yourself if you’re not ready, I was partially at fault too.” She said softly, watching as you played with your duvet, twisting and twirling the soft fabric around your finger.
You were nervous.
“I’m sorry,” you said again, without the sigh, and began the rest of your apology, I—” You’re interrupted.
Jennie wanted to play around a bit longer. “Make your tone a bit sadder—”
“Jennie!” You whined, flopping back onto your bed. Jennie broke out in a laugh, holding her stomach as if I’d burst. When she gets herself together she says, “Sorry, I’m sorry. I just wanted to tease you. I already forgave you, but you can continue your apology if you want.”
You hum, “I really am sorry though. I shouldn’t have said those things to you…I know now you were just trying to keep me safe. I don’t hate you Jennie, it’s quite the opposite.” You admit, and somewhere along the line you started staring down at your hands that are clasped together, fiddling.
Jennie found it so endearing she had to hug you. You closed your eyes and leaned into her embrace, allowing yourself to be engulfed in the comfort of her arms.
Would you like to continue?
#biscuitblinkeu#jennie x reader#rosé x reader#blackpink x reader#somethingpeculiar.biscuit#jennie x fem!reader#rosé x fem!reader#chaennie x reader#chaennie#fanfic
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𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
❁𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲. 𝗨𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗼, 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁.
❁𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝟰𝟮 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗠. 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗼, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.
You're on a date with a guy, mainly said yes because you'd feel bad if you said no. It was okay at first until he started mentioning how he was only interested in having sex with you, so you decided to speak up for yourself.
"Sorry, I'm not really comfortable with that. Actually, it's getting late, it's probably best I leave..." You say, hoping he understands.
"Oh na, sweetheart. You gotta come home with me, now. We already on a date and shi', c'mon pretty girl. Lemme hit." He says almost threateningly.
"Oh uhm, excuse me one moment. I have to use the restroom.." You say quickly rushing to the restroom before he can say anything.
You try calling Miles multiple times, no answer. You almost start to panic, not wanting to deal with the guy any longer. Until something catches your eye. You see Milo's contact under Miles, hoping he answers, he doesn't.
"Fuck." You say worryingly.
"𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺." You think to yourself before sitting at the table again.
"You ready to go to my bed-" Before the guy can finish his sentence, someone slamming the restaurant door grabs your attention. Milo.
He doesn't say anything, he just walks over to you and sets a helmet on your head.
"Hey! What the hell you doin'?! Don't touch my bitch-" The guy says angrily attempting to grab your wrist.
"I'll rock yo shit if you lay a fucking finger on her, homeboy." Milo states pissed, it's enough to make the guy leave me alone.
You and Milo sit on the bike, you grab his waist to hold on. He rubs your hand comforting you, after what went down. You feel comforted in his touch, wishing this moment could last forever. You're so lost in thought, you barley realize you're at his house now. Wait, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦?!
"Aight, c'mon ma." He holds your hand leading into his room, it's clear his parents are asleep.
"Milo, I'm so sorry for interrupting your night I should've just called Miles till he answered or something. I'm really sorr-."
"Shut up." He says interrupting you.
"Excuse m-?"
"Shut up. You wanna know what I was doing?"
"Oh, uh sure."
"I was over at my friends."
"Oh, i'm so sorry, Mil-"
"Shut up, I saw your you're text, you were worried and you needed me. So, I grabbed my shi' and just left. Didn't even say anything, and I got to you. Because I will choose 𝘺𝘰𝘶 every time."
"Well, what about you're friends or brother?"
"I will still 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, hermosa."
"What are you tryna say?" You say, your heart pounding and your face feels hot.
"Lemme show you, ma."
He grabs your waist and pulls you into a passionate kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck to be closer to him.
❁𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀! 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽!!
#miles morales#miles morales earth 42#miles x reader#miles x y/n#miles x you#aesthetic#the avengers#writers#ao3
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My exact thoughts while watching the summit 
Without context 
Spoilers obviously ⚠️
-What is it with Asher and losing his shoes? 
-David&Milo giving me big brother vibes rn
-“Jesus Christ hold still I’ll grab you one of mine” something about this line made my heart do a little flip 
-Vincent honey you’re doing your best and the best you can do is good enough ❤️
-got ghosted by daddy again!?!?
-The music 💀 Vincent I dare you 
-why can’t these to get married already? 🙄
-ngl I thought he was about to propose 
-a CROWN! Omfg i’m gonna start crying 
-“beautiful” OK. there it is. I guess I’m crying now 
-samsamsamsamsam
-Love kissing my cowboy 🥰
-me at every Thanksgiving dinner ever 
-how could the house be on fire? Asher is not even there yet
-me at Thanksgiving Pt2
-I am so gay for this Southern Man 
-“butter pecan what else” OOOOO! That sounds good. I could fuck with that 
-HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP LIKE THAT!
-“it’ll be our reward for making it through this in one piece” remember what happens when you assume Sam 
-Vincent handled this so well 
-Porter Absolute asshole..PORTER YOU FUCKER!
-gaslight gatekeep Girlboss-porter solaire 
-“actually, the circumstances of my birth well unfortunate were perfectly legitimate”  I can’t with this man. (this is something I would say)
-am I the only one who didn’t know that people just have meetings at fancy parties like this? and it’s like completely normal?
-so they have racist tendencies but they’re not racist…. yeah that tracks. 
-why did I not think there was gonna be food at this party? 
-Asher and Milo 🤣(also poor Vincent)
-Asher what did you do?!???
-Alexander and Christopher Bennett….why do I feel like these two are gonna be important
-last time I heard someone say that it ended up being a funeral 
-oh Christopher is just a dick 
-Who would’ve guessed the dick and the Ass are buddy buddy  fan fucking tastic 
-you did not just diss my boys eyeliner 
-Alexis? already? I was not expecting her appearance to be this early 
-oh. Oh she’s exactly like I expected her to be. Oh oh, I don’t think I could hate being right more than I do in this exact moment 
-I Am gunna fuck her up
-and YOU have never fought ME  Stay in your lane pussycat before you get hurt 
-“you should hope you never do” this is probably foreshadowing 
-you child!?!?? Grow up!?!???! Has she met her self !??
-let’s just completely forget what you did to Sam  because that surely wasn’t very “adult” of you Alexis 
-“because I wanted him” she is asking for it. *Googles how much a hitman costs*
-“fixed him” out of everything she said why does this line hit  worse than all the others? 
-given my track record I probably would have met him even if he was a Dilf healer
-oh the feeling is more than mutual honey 
-oh she’s a Cunt. I hate her. I hate her so so much.
-PORTER  THANK FUCK
-burn her Porter RECK HER
-“apologize to Sam yet” the enemy to the enemy is my friend 
-“as if I have a gag reflex” (i’m dead)
-also. go choke on a dick Alexis 
-thanks for checking in I was just about to commit a homicide
-hold on she’s only half a century old! I CAN TAKE HER (talking all that shit and she can’t even back it up)
-A blend of self-assured and insecure (sounds like high school ngl)
-🎼everyone thinks that were perfect🎼Please don’t let them look through the curtain🎼
-SAM! Hubby come help me before I commit multiple crimes 
-“my mate” never get old damn🥰
-how did I not know that vampires could track people? 
- “are you-” gonna go help my husband that’s what I’m doing  adios Captain Jack sparbitch
-I know this guy isn’t saying anything wrong  directly but I feel like this conversation is wrong in someway (it very well could be the autism)
-FUCK QUINN 
-honestly. Willy same  
-can’t excuse the Alexis part though 
-pretty please tell me that that line isn’t foreshadowing 
-Sammy angry (pop off boy it’s hot 😍)
-“if there’s any shred of you left that still remembers caring about me” OH FUCK THAT LINE OHHH FUCK
-The waiver in his voice. I can’t  i’m barely holding it together 
-“roll around with dogs” i’m about to cuss this hoe out 
-hey only Sam is allowed to call me that!
-ash has the same culinary standards as me (the quiz was right)
-Porter where the fuck did you come from? 
-did Sam teach you that? 
-Asher and Milo is me and my sister fr
-OoOooO say yo name again Milo. it made my brain happy
-Damn straight. One of the best in the department💅
-how did he know?!
-Asher honey. shut up 
-why can’t anybody else hear us? All these vampires are as old as dirt they probably can hear a pin drop of mile away
-Little bear? WHO? 
-Seriously what is with these meetings
- sweetheart is Batman confirmed?!?!??
Part two tomorrow because this is TOOOOO LONG
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‘so you’re the new partner’
alexis and darlin meeting
about 850 words, g/n darlin :p
i didn’t proofread sooo uh
lately, darlin’s only issues were making it to pack meetings on time and stealthily stealing flannels out of sam’s side of the closet (it never worked) but as the end of october approached, they became more and more anxious. when they heard that william dropped this responsibility upon vincent, they were already worried. then, to add on, porter bringing an unempowered was helping absolutely no one. the more they thought about everything, the worse it got. then they realized…
to say they hadn’t thought about alexis before now would be a lie. they weren’t the most secure person in the beginning of their relationship with sam. they constantly used her as a comparison, despite never even seeing her. they dwelled on the idea of her and sam. so, to think of meeting her now: well that was a whole other feat.
“darlin’ are you getting re-“ sam halted in the doorframe, admiring his mate with long glances
darlin’ dressed in the most extravagant pieces of cloth and jewelry they would have never picked off of a shelf
“oh god do i look stupid” darlin’ scoffed, “and you have to be honest”
“no no that’s definitely not what it is. quite frankly, it’s the opposite” sam said, still in awe of his jaw-dropping partner
darlin’ wrapped their arms around sam’s neck, “well, im glad you think so” they chuckled
as they pulled up to SkySide, darlin’ could feel their hands getting clammy as they tapped their foot (which was accessorized with a shoe they may have categorized as gaudy just a few years ago)
“i’m nervous too- and it’s not even my first time” sam laughed timidly “we’ll be okay, i promise”
they both got out of the car, locking arms with one another
after about an hour of what darlin’ felt was playing pretend, they saw her
now you may wonder how they knew it was her but they knew
there she stood. a satin red dress about ankle length, black stilettos, sharp eyeliner with a dark red lip, and a large diamond jewelry set that perfectly accentuated her silver eyes and bloodless dull skin
she was gorgeous. she seemed to exist so effortlessly. the bubbly drink being so delicately held in her hand, no lipstick marks on the glass. it was a lot to take in. even more so when she started getting closer.
“oh fuck fuck fuck” darlin’ was what one could say….panicking
they stood up from the table that had ‘SHAW PACK’ on a card in the center
angel, milo, and sweetheart were the only ones at the table while everyone else was socializing
like a train wreck, they were all tempted to watch this interaction but knew it was best to look away
“it’s not polite to stare love” alexis taunted, the inclination of her voice was sultry, delectable to hear
darlin’ took longer than they should’ve to respond, and when they did, it came out wavering, “i’m sorry, i wasn’t meaning to seem rude”
“i’m just teasing, but the other people in this place may not take so kindly” alexis looked down at the table as their packmates looked at anything else but her, as if it were a crime to make eye contact. until she looked back at darlin’. “ah…i see why you were staring. so, you’re the new partner. the shifter, correct?”
darlin’ didn’t know what to say. they knew how to deal with physical fights and intense arguments, but that’s not what this was. something about her was intimidating. not because they were afraid of her strength or power, but because of her demeanor and how much preface they had about her.
“yeah that’s right” they finally gained some needed confidence “you’re alexis?”
“mhm, in the undead flesh” she lightly chuckled and showed her unnaturally white teeth and prominent piercing fangs
seconds felt like hours of silence before there was a noticeable shift in alexis’ attitude; it seemed as though she got tired of the flawless manners she once had.
“let’s get this straight.” she leaned closer into darlin’s side “i don’t know you. i don’t want to know you. i really could not care less about you” she took a mere pause. “or sam. whatever these idiots have told you about me, is probably right to be quite honest. but i do not care. they don’t seem to understand that i am a powerful person, more powerful than they care to think, so don’t fuck me or my clan up.”
alexis leaned back away from darlin. “silver isn’t really your color by the way. other than that, nice outfit. have a good night” she barely uttered that last sentence as she walked away, leaving darlin in a state of shock
conveniently, sam rushed over to meet darlin as they sat down.
“jesus christ, she really couldn’t just leave you alone” sam groaned, rubbing his temple
“it’s alright, “it really wasn’t that bad” darlin assured him while grabbing his hand to rest it on their thigh
“that was insane” david’s mate added “she is seriously a bitch”
darlin hit them, reminding them that they are accompanied nearly exclusively by people with famously good hearing
then they all skipped away holding hands into the moonset because the sunset would hurt 🌈😚🌝
tags <3: @t4llhum4n @frog-0n-a-l0g
#why tf can’t i write this much for essays#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#kenza loves kowboys#kenza’s kreations#redacted darlin#redacted sam#redacted alexis#redacted fic
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The Truth In Your Skin - 13
The tattoo shop au continues! And is so SO spicy...
If you want to read it from the start it's all over on ao3. <3
David/Darlin, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley
tags: angst, past abuse, explicit sexual content, relationship building, communication!
The Truth In Your Skin - 13
Darlin sat in the corner of the couch, remote in hand, trying to pick something to watch.
The apartment smelled like popcorn even before the microwave dinged and David opened it, pulling out the bag.
Asher wasn’t home. It was just the two of them tonight. It wasn’t like they didn’t hang out just the two of them, but this seemed different. Asher was going to something with Huxley and his team for the weekend. Darlin rubbed their tongue against the inside of their lip, automatically looking for the metal ring that wasn’t there anymore. Were they spending the night? What did that mean? What would David want that to mean? Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
David dumped the popcorn into a big bowl. Of course, he did. Darlin would have just eaten it out of the bag.
“Are you overthinking something?” he asked in that gravel deep voice.
Their gaze flicked up from the bowl to his face. He was watching them. “Fuck you,” they shot off and then almost choked, heat rushing to their face.
David blinked and then grinned. It was nothing if not smug. He nodded as if to say, “interesting” and tossed the empty bag. “Did you pick out something to watch?” He picked up the bowl and joined them in the living room, putting it down on the coffee table between their glasses.
He sat down, not on the other side of the couch but in the middle, next to Darlin. Their thighs bumped and Darlin didn’t move to break that contact. They forced their eyes back on the tv. “I’m thinking maybe that new horror comedy…”
He screwed up his face, leaning back into the couch. “What the hell is a horror comedy?”
Darlin smiled. “Like, a slasher but with hijinks. Wait, you’ve never seen one?”
He shook his head.
“Oh, then fuck that, we’re watching Happy Death Day.”
He frowned outright, lifting that pierced eyebrow. “That sounds stupid.”
“You’re going to love it.” Darlin found it and hit play before he could read what it was about or argue. They put the remote down, took a handful of popcorn and leaned back into the couch beside him, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.
After his first huffed breath, a near laugh for David, they relaxed, smirking to themself because he really was going to get a kick out of this movie. He stole some of the popcorn out of their hand rather than reaching for the bowl. “Do you want to do another session on your tattoo next week?”
Darlin chewed, nodding, but said, “Maybe we should do the tattoo after hours, like you said. So as not to freak anyone out.”
David turned his head to the side to look at them. “That’s not what I said. We can work on it after hours if you’re more comfortable with that—not to make other people more comfortable with it. It’s about you and your body. I’ve never asked someone with a cover up job to come in after hours to not bother other people with their scars, Darlin…”
Heat rushed to Darlin’s face. Yeah. Of course, he wouldn’t tell anyone else that. They wouldn’t either. But…
David shifted a little toward them. “You said you and Milo were okay,” he said quietly, a question there.
Darlin nodded. “We are. I just… He was definitely freaked out.”
“He’s your friend, and Milo cares a lot about his friends getting hurt,” he said, the “we all do” hanging there unsaid.
Darlin nodded again.
David looked at them for a little longer. They weren’t sure what he saw, but he touched their cheek and leaned in. Just like usual, he didn’t close the distance on the first kiss, he just leaned and waited, like it was up to them. Darlin wasn’t sure why, but they really liked that. Maybe it was the self-control? Or the care? Heat pressed into their cheeks and they kissed him, soft and slow, growing deep and lazy. Their hand found the front of his shirt, fingers twisting in cotton to feel his chest beneath. His hand gripped their hip, squeezing in time with a low groan.
Darlin moved, straddling his lap and getting leverage in that kiss, his face tipped up to theirs now and his big hands gripped the backs of their thighs. He fed them his tongue and they sucked until he grunted and squirmed under them.
They settled in his lap, pressing hard and feeling his arousal. It sent a shudder through them, physical proof that he was attracted to them. It wasn’t something they ever worried about before. Not that they’d thought a lot of themself, they just hadn’t overthought it at all. Now? Now they overthought everything. Now they worried.
When was the last time they’d…
No. Nope. Not going to think about any of that.
They didn’t need to think about anything but this moment and David.
One of his hands was up the back of their shirt, finding skin, tracing their spine. “Darlin…” he ground out their name in a low whisper.
The raw want in his voice made them groan. They tugged at his shirt. They wanted it off. They wanted more contact. They hadn’t wanted anything like that in years. They hadn’t even thought about skin and kissing and more again until David. Now they fucking ached.
He smiled against the kiss and lifted his arms, letting them drag his shirt off of him. They pulled theirs off too, hesitating for a second the way they’d learned to whenever exposing that devastating side. But David had seen it plenty and now the past was half-covered in new ink. They pressed against him and they both sighed at the press of hips and skin. His hands were on them again, their kisses growing urgent.
Darlin dragged their hands down his chest, trailing that line of soft hair down his lower abdomen to the top of his jeans. They wanted to see him, touch him, and taste him. “Can I?” they asked, more than a little proud they hadn’t tripped over the damn words.
He growled, hips rolling up under them. “Yes.”
They kissed him again, pulling his fly open and pushing his jeans down his hips. His erection strained the front of his black briefs and when they rubbed him through that thin fabric, he moaned into their mouth.
His teeth grazed their bottom lip in a playful ghost of a bite and their whole body jerked back, off his lap and onto the coffee table, knocking over the popcorn bowl and startling them both. They stared at each other, panting, eyes wide, no longer touching.
Fuck.
Darlin swallowed hard, their pulse loud in their skull and somewhere back there, the sound of their head thumping against hardwood and the feel of someone else’s teeth on their lip, hooking into that piercing.
David stared back at them, unreadable.
Fuck!
“I’m sorry,” they both coughed up the words at the same time.
Darlin shook their head, looking around at the mess they’d made. At least they’d managed not to knock over the glasses… This was humiliating enough already. How had they ruined everything so fast?
“Darlin…”
They winced, dragged another breath, and glanced at him. He was right in front of them, after all, his knees between their sprawled legs. Their cheeks burned. “I’m sorry,” they said again, voice husky from want and defeat. Where do they go from here? What do they do? They’d gotten them both riled up and then jumped like a spooked cat.
David shook his head leaning forward slowly, like they might jump again. Fair. “I wasn’t thinking… It was the teeth?”
They cringed, fighting the instinct to deny it. “Yeah. I’m—”
“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly, like hearing it again would cause him physical pain. “Is this the first time you’ve fooled around since…” He left it hanging because he wouldn’t say “broke up” like it had been something amicable, but they also hadn’t talked about it in detail. Darlin hadn’t given it words so neither could he.
They exhaled shakily and nodded once, fighting not to lie or run.
“Do you want to stop here for tonight? We can just watch the movie and maybe talk about it?”
Darlin groaned, scrubbing a hand over their face. “No. I want to not have fucked it up to start with.” After a few seconds they dropped their hand and opened their eyes. They weren’t sure what sort of disappointment or pity they’d expected on his face but it wasn’t there. He leaned forward, legs still spread with theirs between his. His elbows settled on his knees, his head cocked to the side to watch them. “No teeth, then,” he said, voice still gravelly with want.
They shivered.
“Do you want to be on top? Be in charge?”
Darlin swallowed hard. “No.”
David groaned deep in his chest but didn’t move to touch them yet. “Anything else off limits that you know of? We can add to the list as we go…”
Darlin tried to think beyond just imagining touching him again. Off limits. They’d never really had any hard rules before, nothing that didn’t require serious conversation beforehand anyway. But now? Teeth against their lip had set them off. “Name calling… Hair pulling…”
For a second the darkness in his eyes wasn’t lust, it was anger, but then it was gone and he nodded. “Can I touch you?”
Darlin exhaled hard, a mix of relief and desire. “Yeah.” They reached for him, his body already leaning into theirs, grabbing their hips to pick them up off the table and drag them back onto his lap. They shook with the weight of relief when they were against him again, arms curled around the back of his shoulders and mouth crushing his. They made out like they needed it—like they needed each other.
-
David broke the kiss, gripping the side of their neck and making them look at him, really look at him. God, he loved the way their breath dragged and those little moans rattling in their chest. “You can add to the list whenever you want to, whatever you want to,” he said, his voice gravel, but it needed to be said and he needed to know they’d heard him. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Darlin. “You know that, right? You have to tell me.”
Darlin shivered and nodded, fingers sliding down his abdomen to hastily hook into the elastic band of his briefs. “Y-Yeah. Yes. I know. I know.”
David grinned, growling when he lifted them up and moved, easily switching places to put them down on the couch and him on his knees on the floor between their spread thighs. “Good, because you’re so fucking hot you’re driving me crazy.”
Darlin blinked, surprised and then slowly grinning. “Shaw…”
He pulled the front of their jeans open and they swallowed a moan when they lifted their hips for him, letting him drag the last of their clothing down their hips and then lifting their legs in the air to get them free. He palmed their naked thighs, spread. Their hair was mussed up, half in their face, but those intense eyes were on him the whole time. “You got any problems with me using my mouth?”
Darlin choked back a moan, squirming under his grip. “Nope. No problems.”
He groaned and closed the distance between them, reveling in the way they bucked and gasped, their hands flying to his shoulders. Their need felt amazing, like his own being bounced right back at him. They swore and begged, clapping a hand over their own mouth when they got loud, like that was the only way they could possibly bring the volume down. He didn’t care if the neighbors heard.
They tried to warn him when they were close, like there was any chance in hell he’d stop. He wanted to hear what they sounded like when they came. He wanted the first of a thousand orgasms to be on his tongue.
They screamed a moan into their palm, their body twitching and convulsing under his grip.
When they shuddered and came back to themself, David smiled and pressed a kiss into their thigh, watching that dazed look on their face and feel way the fuck too proud of himself. He knew the intensity of that orgasm wasn’t entirely due to his skill. How long had it been since the last time they… No, he pushed that thought away, reveling instead in having them with him now, naked and twitching on his couch in the aftermath of pleasure he’d brought them.
And then those eyes were on him, breath still coming fast.
He grinned and then gasped in surprise when they tackled him to the floor. He landed on his back on the rug, beside spilled popcorn. They kissed him hard, their tongue flicking against his lip ring, before they slid hastily down his legs, until they were laying between them. They peppered kisses against his abdomen, fingers curling into the elastic of his briefs and finally dragging them down to where his jeans were barely hanging on his thighs. His cock slapped their bare chest, making them both groan.
He watched them slide lower and then finally lift their head to look at him. Their surprise and sharp inhale, accompanied by that lusty smirk was more than gratifying. He twitched, biting his lip when they took him in hand, stroking, exploring, dragging their gaze down to the lorum piercing, a silver bar at his base. “Fuck…” Darlin groaned and then leaned down and licked him.
David inhaled through his teeth and dropped his head back. He almost reached for their hair before catching himself, pushing his palm down against the rug beside his hip instead. They sucked and he growled, pressing his skull back to keep from jerking his hips forward. They were slow, not timid or unsure, just teasing. He shivered, looking down his body to watch when they finally took him into their mouth. They looked back at him through their lashes when they swallowed him deeper, trying to take as much of him as possible.
He clawed at the rug, his eyes rolling. “Darlin… Fuck… Your mouth…” he ground out words, disjointed. They hummed around him, adding to the already fantastically lewd sounds of their mouth on his sex. He groaned when he was close, his arms curling up over his head to grab at his own hair. “Darlin… I’m… You’re going to make me come…”
They didn’t slow and he bit into his own arm when he came, hips shaking and breath stuck in his chest. They swallowed around him, one hand squeezing his base and the other stroking his thigh. He twitched and growled, finally dropping his arms and lifting his head and shoulders to look down at them, watching Darlin lick him clean before giving that piercing one more kiss. They put their cheek in their hand and looked up at him, lips still wet and swollen. “So…” they started, voice husky and breath still coming fast.
David raised an eyebrow, waiting, not sure what they could be planning to say but really interested.
“This piercing…” They brushed a finger over it and his semi-soft cock twitched.
He hummed.
“Did Milo do it?” they asked conversationally.
David laughed. “Of all the fucking things…” He sat up, forcing them to roll over. They laughed and sat up, naked, and picked up popcorn off the floor.
He smacked it out of their hand before they could eat it, frowning. “I’ll make more.” He got up, pulling his pants back up.
Darlin frowned, getting up too and looking for their pants. “What? Why? It’s just floor popcorn.”
David rolled his eyes. “That’s gross and it’s cold.”
“It’s wasteful to toss it!” They picked up their underwear, pulling them back on. They paused, looking at their jeans on the floor and then at the couch again, like they were trying to decide something.
David bit his lip, picking up his t-shirt and holding it out to them. It was bigger than theirs.
Darlin grinned and took it, pulling it on. It just barely reached their thighs. “Can I borrow some pajama pants?”
David nodded, scooping up floor popcorn before they could try to save any of it and trying to hide just how much he loved seeing them in his shirt. “Sure, but you can lay around without pants too if you want. Ash isn’t going to be back until Sunday night.”
Darlin smirked. “Really? You don’t mind?”
“Do I mind having you pantless?” he asked, in case they could hear how stupid it was for themself.
Darlin settled back on the couch, grabbing the remote to restart the movie while David made new popcorn.
Before they settled in for another try at movie night, he changed into a pair of soft sweatpants and grabbed the blanket off his bed.
Darlin snuggled in against his side, his arm around them, and pulled the popcorn bowl closer. The movie was pretty good, but the company was better. He hadn’t technically asked them to stay the night, but he was definitely hoping they would.
#the tattoo shop au#spicy#so spicy#redactedverse#fanfic#david/darlin#angst#tw past abuse#tw trauma#we spilled the popcorn#<3#dominimoonbeam
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Staring into the Flames
Ashton Greymoore x Reader
Summary: Ashton loses his shit when you get injured.
Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, gender-neutral pronouns, raging Ashton, injured!reader.
Warnings: swearing, violence, descriptions of injuries.
Word Count: 3.8k words
A/N: Time for some Critical Role content, because I'm a raging nerd. And I'm in love with Taliesin Jaffe. God, all his characters give me such gender envy! Also, for context, this is written in the wake of c3e33, so I need comfort from the trauma 😭 Anyway, enjoy my beautiful punk rock babe <3
Watching Ashton Greymoore have emotions was one of your favourite things to do.
Sounds strange, I know – borderline creepy maybe – but you just found him so fascinating. Everything Ashton would ever do was based entirely off impulse. He wanted to steal some random arcane item he knew he would never use? Done. Rile up that complete stranger just because they didn’t like their hat? Did it last Tuesday. Take you off on a completely random unplanned date right to the top of the Lantern spire just because they wanted to? Absolutely.
All these impulse actions were based off impulse thoughts and impulse emotions; emotions that he feels so fucking strongly. I mean, just look at the destructive power his anger and rage can bring upon his foes in a fight (you do look, you look very hard…). Their feelings swirl like the kaleidoscope shining from their head, and you found it simply hypnotising to watch those feelings spread across his body. You could watch the cogs turn in Ashton’s brain for hours, seeing each new emotion spread across his body like lava.
One of your favourites was the slow realisation that you had stolen permanently borrowed something of theirs: a certain red and black jacket, perhaps. They would be rummaging around their room, thinking they’ve gone mad because they could swear they left it right here. Evidently they were too dead asleep that morning to notice you slipping out of the bedroom, the jacket claimed for yourself. Eventually, he would come bounding into the main room of the Crook House, finding Milo tinkering away at their latest project, and you lounging in a chair wearing his most prized item of clothing. It would take a minute for him to even notice what you were wearing. “Y/N, where in the fuck is my j-“. There we go. You got to sit back and enjoy as the realisation of your thievery spread through his body like a wave on the shore, every one of his stance and posture and facial expressions each slowly changing down throughout him. It was captivating. Although not for too long as soon a smirk rose to Ashton’s face before they were barrelling at you, you both tumbling onto the floor in a mock fight to win the grand prize of the jacket, as Milo looked on with a smile and a shake of their head at these idiots in love.
Oh yeah, in love. So in love. Which thankfully was reciprocated on both ends. It had, in fact, been your staring that had helped get you together. Subtly wasn’t your strong suit - sure you could sneak into Ashton’s room silent and assassin-like without him noticing, but you weren’t as skilled at hiding how much you just stared at him, getting lost in every single part of the earth genasi. And… they noticed. Luckily, Ashton had also been pretty enraptured by you over the past couple of weeks, meeting pretty frequently on jobs as both colleagues and rivals. So, Ashton’s impulses being Ashton’s impulses, they walked right up to you after one of said jobs and asked you out right on the spot.
“Angel, I could feel your eyes on me for the last three hours, wanna go get a drink so I can return the favour?”
Of course, you said yes, and from then on you have been pretty much inseparable. You now lived at the Crook House and could now stare all you liked. And so could he. He really did. God he’d do anything for you. You were the best thing to have come into his life and he was not about to let you go any time soon.
Definitely not today.
Today, you two, for once, weren’t together; you had some things to buy in the market and Ashton had to go for one of their many strange meetings with Jiana Hexum. So, you walked through Elder’s Post, pushing through the hordes of tradespeople and customers alike, keeping your coin purse close to your side away from any thieves lurking. You had already picked up some food for the household plus some bits and pieces of metal Milo wanted for Fresh Cut Grass’s repairs, and then you moved onto the trickier task: healing potions. They were pretty essential, especially given how much you two got hurt on jobs, particularly Ashton - gods, he got beaten up a lot - and, sure, you could ask FCG for help, but you didn’t want to overwork them. Sadly, your group weren’t exactly rolling in cash so, shall we say, less reputable vendors of potions had to be your main source.
This included one particularly awful man, Rackoth. He was a leering, lecherous man, spindly and towering over most people. He was also a swindler with prices way too high for substandard potions at best. Both you and Ashton had had run-ins with him in the past and nearly none of them ended well. Unfortunately, all your other sellers were out and you were in a bind - FCG was undergoing some internal repairs with Milo at the moment, and so was largely out of action. Hence, you had to grit your teeth and bare Rackoth and his usual ways. His sunken, hollow eyes bore into your soul as he offered up some wildly off-colour “healing potions” at some astronomical price. Usually, you would try to keep your cool and try in earnest to haggle him down, but after one too many not at all innocent placements of his bony hands on your waist, you had had enough. You smacked his hand out the way hard and snapped back at him, calling him out on his extortionate business (and maybe also insulting his mother in Deep Speech - honestly, you can’t quite remember, it was all a blur). Suddenly, you felt a burn across your cheek as Rackoth punched you with a force you never expected from the scrawny man. You stumbled back in shock, but he launched forward to meet you, gripping you by the neck. You could feel his jagged nails biting at your skin as he roared at you to never return to his shop again, throwing you down onto the ground after he was done. The customers around you all gave strange looks as you picked yourself and your belongings up, no healing potions in hand, and carried your hurt pride home with you to the Crook House.
Mercifully, you found the house to be still and silent when you arrived. You were safe in your own home at last. The adrenaline of the altercation wore off and a few tears fell from your eyes. As you wiped them away, you noticed blood smeared across your fingers, from your injuries presumably, so you trudged your way with a sigh into your and Ashton’s room to clean yourself up. You passed a mirror as you walked down the hall, finally seeing the extent of your injuries with a groan: thick red blood dripped down the side of your face, matting your hair, and purple was starting to bloom around your eye from the punch. You winced as you lifted your chin seeing more purple marks at the top of your neck along with five punctures to your skin from Rackoth’s nails leaking a small trail of blood. With a turn, you saw the muddied and scuffed back of your jacket from your fall and emitted a groan in pain as you turned slightly too far. Your back would be black and blue in the morning thanks to your impact onto the cold stone ground. Honestly, you’ve looked better.
Gritting your teeth, you collected your strength and pushed on into your bedroom, but almost screamed as you were met by the sight of your partner sprawled on the bed counting coins from a leather pouch. He wasn’t meant to be back yet.
“Hey, Angel, you’ll never guess the fucking bonus we got from Jiana for that extra information. She was fucking thrilled-“. Ashton stopped as his eyes fell on you.
In any other circumstances, this would’ve been a beautiful show.
The swirling colours in the glass in Ashton’s head seemed to almost speed up and spark out as their mind processed your injured form before them. He blinked slowly as his piercing eyes scanned over you, searching for the answer… there. His beaming smile dropped into one of concern as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. He breathed out a quiet “what the fuck?” in disbelief, before he suddenly took off, scrambling off the bed with zero coordination, but zero care for anything except you. Ashton stood on (and probably broke) most of their belongings as they ran over to you, immediately bringing his firm, calloused hands to your body as he checked you over. His eyes burnt a hole through your clothes with their intensity as he examined every single part of your body for more injuries - worry was the only emotion in him now. Ashton’s searing gaze on your body was usually a very good feeling, but you could see the bubbling anger low in him.
“Hey, Ash, I’m not dying!” You said with a pitiful attempt at a chuckle, trying to laugh off your injuries and put your boyfriend at ease. “I’m okay, really.” He clearly didn’t believe you as his roaming stare continued, logging in his mind everything he saw. His finger and thumb gripped your chin as he brought it up, inspecting the bruising to your neck, breathing out in disbelief. Rising their gaze to your face, Ashton gently prodded the bloody wound on your head with shaking hands. You pulled back slightly with a hiss of pain and that anger in him rose. Someone had hurt you. Red leaked into his eyes like a poison as they narrowed and focused on your own, still brimming with unshed tears. Already impossibly close, he took a step forward, towering over you, noses almost touching and hands coming back to your face. The delicate way he cradled your face in his large hands almost shocked you, the softness of his movements contrasting his hard, rocky palms. One thumb gently brushed away a stray tear on your cheek, both hands trembling as they grasped onto you.
“Who did this to you?” Ashton spoke so softly so that no one but you could here, but with so much menace for whoever the fuck thought they could touch you. Any attempt at him concealing his anger failed as it seeped through every pore in his body, every cell almost vibrating independently, ready for a fight.
“Ashton, really, it’s ok,” you counter again, trying to calm that fury in them that made you love them so much.
“No, it’s fucking not, who was it?”
“Ashton, it’s really not important-“
“Y/N.” He was firm. Final. You sighed before looking down slightly in defeat.
“Rackoth,” you breathed out.
“What. The Fuck. Did he do?” Ashton enunciated every single word, so slowly, so precise.
You stumbled over your words for a minute as you felt his gaze on you. He did deserve to know. That and the tiredness in your soul made all the words come tumbling out.
“I was getting healing potions because you’ve got that big job for Hexum coming up, and Milo is working on FCG and - shit! Letters needs a break sometimes! – but all our usual guys were out so I had to go to Rackoth. But that bastard stuck his prices up again. And they barely looked like healing potions - fuck me, Ashton, our bath water has more healing properties than that shit! And I was just so pissed off and. And... h-h-he had his hand on my waist and I just wanted to rip my skin off so I pushed him off and shouted at him and his potions and maybe his mother in Deep Speech? So he punched me. And grabbed my neck. And through me down. So yeah…” You stood in silence for a few seconds, taking a breath after your outburst, before you raised your head again to watch Ashton…
Now, here came the rage.
Ashton’s back straightened to an even higher height than before; every bone in their body tensed into a sharp point with their fists, now by their side, clenching, nearly popping joints. Their teeth clacked together in a bite, bared and ready to rip the throat out of the culprit of this heinous crime. The mesmerising colours beneath the glass in his skull seemed to swirl faster, getting brighter and brighter, threatening to violently burst free into chaos. The anger was white hot now, bleeding from his eyes and dripping down every tort muscle to a pool at his feet. A deep snarl sounded at the back of their throat, animalistic and ready to hunt.
“That piece of shit,” Ashton yelled out incredulously. “Fuck! That lanky piece of shit! That fucker’s going down!“ They had never sounded so serious in all their life. And so you needed to take action.
“Ashton. Babe! It’s okay, just leave him he’s not worth it.” Yet, it was not okay, and he was not paying attention. Like a flash, Ashton was at the bedroom door and screaming out.
“Oi, Grass! Grass! Where the shit are you?”
“They’re powered down. Ashton, don’t worry-“
“Argh, fuck!” they shouted, now moving at pace throughout your shared room. Trinkets and knickknacks alike were tossed around - no, thrown around - as Ashton scrambled from place to place at lightning speed, searching for something unknown. He grunted as he rummaged even further; you simply stood in the centre of the room, slightly startled by your partner’s sudden burst of movement. Eventually, with a cheer of triumph, from under a pile of multicoloured fabric he pulled out a slightly dusty red vial. Despite the slight discolouration, it was clearly a healing potion long forgotten and Ashton was soon back in front of you, pulling the cork out.
“Wait, no, I don’t need that,” you protested, “Ashton, you need these a lot more than I-“. You were cut off by Ashton shoving the neck of the bottle right into your mouth mid-sentence. The glass clinked against your teeth at the force as Ashton tipped the bottom of the bottle up, pouring the entire potion down your neck. You gagged as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat. For all the difficulty of drinking the healing potion, it did thankfully begin to help you, like water refreshing you after wandering the dessert for a month. A dull ache passed through each of your injuries as the skin started to knit back together, eventually leaving no trace of ever tarnishing you but the now drying blood. You spent maybe five seconds checking over your body and by the time you looked up again, Ashton already had his trusty glass hammer clutched tightly in his hand. You had one last chance to stop him.
“Ashton, please, just stay here with me. You kill him and you’ll get caught and then gods know what will happen to you!” You pleaded to them, grabbing their arm, not wanting any more trouble for the day.
“Angel, I regret to inform you that I honestly don’t give a fuck,” Ashton growled lowly. “If that bitch thinks he can touch you and get away with it, he’s got another fucking thing coming.” He grasped the side of your head softly again, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered and rose to place an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on your forehead, before sprinting out of the room, one mission on his mind.
And there you were left, alone, staring off at the space your sparking barbarian once stood.
Even in times like this, he was beautiful to watch.
A singular tear rose in your eyes and fell as your exhaustion battled with new anxiety for Ashton’s safety. Of course you enjoyed your mountain of a boyfriend sweeping in to beat down those who had wronged you – I mean, who wouldn’t? – but your dear Ashton also had a tendency of not being the subtlest creature in the world. Sure his mystic colourful powers could occasionally let him pass through like a ghost, but not always. Frequently, they could be found in a fight, on the run from a fight, or on their arse thrown out for being in a fight. But they were just silly bar fights; this was personal. You just didn’t want him in trouble and it would bite away at you until he was back in your arms, safe.
However, predictably, exhaustion won out and you soon fought yourself flat out on the bed, still caked in your own blood, but no energy in your waking spirit to clean yourself up.
The next – how long had it been? – was spent in a daze, maybe sleeping, maybe just staring off, disassociating from the stresses of the day. Until Ashton emerged back through your door with a slam, sprayed slightly with blood that did not look like his own. You didn’t raise your head from the pillow, still waking from your haze, but you watched through glassy eyes as Ashton quietly placed down his trusty hammer in the corner of the room, slipped off his boots and padded over to you. He gently perched on the side of the bed and reached a calloused hand down to stroke your hair. His fingers were so tender and threaded through, caressing your scalp, almost sending you back to sleep. Gazing up at them, you saw the same intensity as before flooding their eyes, but this time the rage was gone, now replaced with so much love. Everything Ashton did carried that fire, that passion, but it always moulded itself into new shapes and forms, sometimes surprising even you. That’s probably what drew you too him, that fire, always burning bright out of every pore on his tough skin; no matter what he did or felt, it was always with such ferocious and intensity that you couldn’t look away, only stare further into the flames. But they never burnt you. They caressed you, held you, protected you at all costs. Not always in the safest of ways, but the intention was good and pure.
Ashton softly smiled at you and, without looking, reached back to find a (vaguely) clean cloth and started to dab at the dried blood along the side of your face. You stayed perfectly still, letting him work, enjoying this rarely seen quiet Ashton. They cleaned you up surprisingly well despite this not being their forte, moving from your face down to the marks on your neck, doing their slightly clumsy best, trying to remember the kinds of actions FCG would perform when in cleric-mode.
When all the dark red streaks had gone from upon your skin, Ashton placed down the cloth, but kept their hand cupped around your face. You threaded your own fingers with his and looked up.
“You get him?” you whispered.
“Yeah, I got him,” Ashton replied, just as softly.
A rush of emotions took over you all of a sudden: the relief that that fucking man who touched you so horribly had been dealt with, the pain of your whole bloody ordeal, the adoration you felt for your soft punk rock who cared for you so well, even in the ways he was not as accustomed to. You choked, more hot tears running down your cheeks. Ashton immediately bundled you up into their strong arms and held you in a tight hug against his chest.
“Aww fuck, Angel. Okay, okay, come here,” they cooed into your ear as your cries muffled into the leather of their jacket. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” And you believed every word of it. You grasped onto them like a lifeline with heavy and shaking breaths as you slowly pulled yourself back from the brink with his help.
“You okay now?” Ashton asked after a while and you nodded looking up through your eyelashes from your place on his lap.
“Shit, I’m sorry did that, Y/N. Fuck, I was just so fucking angry! I don’t care about a lot of things, but, goddamn, I care a lot about you. And I never wanna to see you like that again. I’ll do anything to make sure you don’t.” Ashton poured his heart out to you, his brutal honestly always hitting you right in the heart. You sat up and pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gripped onto each other like you were the last things left in Exandria. The kiss deepened as your tongues slid across each other, tracing the other’s lips and swallowing their sighs. You pulled away for breath, but remained trapped in Ashton’s warm grasp, as he continued his assault of kisses over your cheeks. They came to rest soon, forehead pressed together with yours, soft eyes staring into yours in peace.
“Fuck, I love you, Angel,” Ashton murmured, his love and devotion towards you on display for all the world to see.
“I love you too, Ash,” you whispered back with a beaming smile. Ashton gave you one more quick peck before he shifted his position, lying down on the bed with you remaining on top of him, still encased in his arms. You both laid there in silence, listening to the other’s heartbeat, until Ashton spoke, brushing the hair out of your eyes.
“What was that you said before about Deep Speech?” they asked and you giggled at his curiosity.
“I may or may not have insulted Rackoth’s mother… in Deep Speech,” you admitted shyly as Ashton’s eyes widened.
“That’s so cool. Wait, how do you know Deep Speech? Who are you?” they marvelled at your admission as you sniggered. “What did you say? Like in Deep Speech.” You repeated the deep grinding growls you had shouted at Rackoth and your partner’s jaw dropped.
“Okay, that’s hot, please talk to me more in Deep Speech,” you laughed out loud at Ashton’s antics (and remembered that information for later…). “I wish I’d brought you with me now. It was fucking great seeing him scared. Shit, I robbed you of your revenge quest, didn’t I?” Ashton carried on rambling, clearly having enjoyed being your knight in shining armour. Note to self: ask them later what they actually did to Rackoth…
“I swear to the gods if you said ‘Smiley fuckin’ day!’ just before knocking him out, I’m breaking up with you,” you joked. Ashton held a hand to his heart in mock hurt and tickled you away from your non-injured body parts as you cackled.
Your old friend exhaustion soon popped back up again as you let out a yawn, burrowing yourself further into Ashton’s body, nuzzling into his neck. His arms hugged you closer.
“Get some rest, love, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
You took their advice, letting your dreams overtake you, staring at the one you loved most until your eyes eventually closed.
Ashton would protect you. They always will. Come what may.
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SUMMIT PT 222222222222 THOUGHTS
So ea spoilers
As I go
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Porters cryptic as shit
WILLIAM ORDERD HIM WE FUCKING KNEW IT
I FUCKING KNEW IT HE WAS GIVING VIN AN ALABI TOOOOOO
Porters going up in the ranks
Omg alexys stop being a bitch
This is a game of fucking clue
Omg vin said it’s clue too
Relax??? RELAX???
SWEETHEARTTT FUCK YEAA THEYRE ALIVE
OH SHIT THEY SAW WHO DID IT
Did they?? Pls tell me they did
Of fuck davidddd
Babes gon get snatched
it wasn’t sh???
FUCK THEY DIDNT SEE
Porter at that. That one lil thing? He ate that
Omfg David and Porter duke it outtttt
Hah duke ehh ehh? ^
Milo’s mate was in the room where it happened~
NAHHHH ASH DONT KILL HIM YET
That was hot ngl…
Ok so Porter is an ally???
What the fuck is w these wars
Ok but his government take is so real tho
Ok ash he is obvi being truthful
Even when he did tell the truth they didn’t believe him bc of what Sam and Vince had been saying abt Porter. Him giving them an in was a good thing and they were phase clocked so no one should no and they can make their aura almost undetectable so they would’ve been fine babes. Ash needs to look for answers elsewhere
HE CAUSED THE COMOTION??? So then he knew he would die???
Don’t call the department right fucking now. Omg they gon call the opps
Oh yea I forgot they had vampiric discretion
The motherfucking omg the house of vas
Omfg the racism and the wolf is right there???
Also she says she “wouldn’t even get to enjoy the second half” like if she wasn’t the arbiter she would’ve been just fine w him dying. Kinda sis ngl
Also why are they not freaking out
Omg the shit is pointing to solair. Porter looking real sus. He def had a part in the murder but I don’t think he did it. Ok so alexys found him after he had already been dead for a minute so what the fuck was the prince doing??? Living his best life while his king was just killed in front of him??? Nah he’s on the suspect list
These theories bouta go crazy I swear
Only 14 mins in🙄
Not the beheading
Omg the prince is saying show respect but he was just saying he hoped he died??? Nahhh💀 me fr tho
Ok I believe alexys tho
Ok so Porter was out. So only Chris and the king was in there. He had been dead for a minute. That’s super fucking sus. But was was the force? Then he wanted alexys in there?
Yea where the fuck is will
He said he stepped out but sh said there was a force that knocked them BOTH back. Meaning they were both in the room. So that’s a fucking lie
Either that house is that fucking big that the porch is that far away from the room which I don’t think so cause he could’ve just zipped though. But I mean I could get if he was being courteous by walking and it’s a mansion. But the push still isn’t coming into play. I can’t remember if that was the distraction or just what happend. I’m leaning towards the latter
She told “her fellow progeny” which is also the host of the event, a part of her clan, and he would def need to know abt that. And why would she talk to anyone else? Just in small talk, “oh yea I just saw the kings dead body time for a stroll” bitch?
Literally everyone also thinks it’s weird that will isn’t there
Also he’s halfway across the country? Tf is he
He prob did order the death
Also yes fam is w fam in this type of thing
THAT WAS IN DEFENSE BITCH HE KIDNAPPED AND ASSULTED AND ALMOST KILLED HIS PARTNER YOU BITCH
Also everyone hated Adam so fuck off
See Porter is eating
See they’ve all killed someone so quiet
Prodigal son??? Fuck that mean?
“My kings death is not a joke” “no but you’re acting like one” PREACHHHH POP OFF PORTER🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
See?? No one can verify where the king was. The fight was witnessed and took place slightly after the fight bc of Alexys’s timeline and we don’t know where he was before that. Fucking w the distraction?? Nope that was before it. Where was he during?
Ok she said as soon as they’re killed that changes ALOT.
So I thought the prince used the distraction to kill the king and sh popped out right after that but the distraction was a noise. So in that case they would think they could get caught talking abt closeknit and if they were caught talking why wouldn’t he get caught killing? And wtf was the force????
If he had stepped out maybe the person who used the force killed him bc they said it was powerful magic. It was sh who said they used force right?? Cause if I’m remembering this wrong then shits abt to get wicked
Bitch this ain’t abt you idc abt ur enjoyment
Porter is eating rn
Omg he’s the king now
WHO WAS THAT? SHO FOUND WHAT? IS HE TALKING TO THE HOUSE OF VAS?
Ok he was
Are we just not gon acknowledge her leaving
Yea he makes sense but then again will AND Adam killed their makers sooooooo
Ok more to the story
Demon blood?
Ok so he COULDVE overpowered him bc it’s poisonous. The beheading could’ve been done like that
He didn’t debilitated??
PUP??
Ok so it would be an equalizer so he could kill him if he just stabbed him rq
Bitch ur not even the one who’s explaining it it’s Sam that’s helping shut up
OMG OMG CONECTION TIME
So the king wanted to stop funding closeknit and the prince was like dude wtf. It they are so close w close knit we know that they have a demon there, scorpius. What if Chris told them the situation and said that if he was dead they would still get more funding and since scorpius don’t have a choice, gave him his blood, making him able to kill the king with it!! I’m so fucking smart
Ok so he would need to access the demon easily which would make sense w my theory
THE PRINCEEEEE
SEE THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING SHES AGREEING W MEEE
Yes they have omfg
Yes but you wanted to continue paying for them
There is merit they literally have shades and a demon and a kidnapped human Blake is running this shit show. WAIT I JUST REALIZED THAT THEY HAD THE SHADE BC THEY STARTED THE INVERSION. I feel dumb now but HOLY FUCK
Propaganda??? Milo preach🙏🏻🙏🏻
DOG? DOG???
A FUCKING LEASHHH???
MILO BEAT HIS FUCKING ASSSSSSS
THE RASICM
Your former kings taste can reflect on your veiws and motives so yea it do
NO NOT FAIR ENOUGH
SEEE they didn’t even trace sh
Uh huhhhhhhh
See that’s fucking dumb
Everything points to Chris tho.
OK BUT THE PANIC BIT he DID plan but the comotion scared him right? He knew he only had a certain time frame to do it so he killed him and left quickly before people could come check out the comotion and lose his chance. Making him kill him quickly, hurry out and having no time to clear his aura and forgetting the knife in his panic
SEE THIS SHIT POINTS TO HIM
Both. You are both
SEE PORTER AGREES AHA
EVERYTHING POINTS TO HIMMMM
it is not you’re deflecting
Now. It’s now.
CHRIS IS CONVICTED
WHAT
INFRONT OF EVERYONE??? ON THE FUCKING FLOOR??? THEY FUCKING BEHEADED HIM???
Welp. Lovely trauma time😊 time for Adam flashbacks
Omg they’re so chill?
Well he’s dead either way so omg.
They lost the game? WAIT IF WILL SAYS HE THINKS OF IT AS A GAME OMG.
Omg they made me lose the game too
David is right fr
Ain’t that the truth
Oh my fuck
Wait where we going??
Well im fucking planning on it
WAIT IS THE MURDERS A REGULAR OCCURRENCE??
That makes his “lost the game” quote hit harder
WITH LICK IT WONT BE THE LAST??
TF YOU MEAN YOUL KILL HIM YOURSELF BSFFR
Oh my fucking god
Porter idk if this is a good timeeeeee
Ok but he sounds sweet tho
WHAT
PART THREE????
MOTHER FUCKING FUCK WHATTTT?
Well atleast we got some answers and sh ain’t dead. But then again lovely prob got some ptsd rn what’s David gon do. What’s Porter gon explain?????? UGHHHHHH
Fuck
#oh my fucking god#redacted patreon#redacted early access#redacted ea spoilers#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted#redactedasmr#redacted summit#redacted monarchal summit
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Realizing your trans while dating them (Ftm, will post Mtf later)
TW//slight mention of pregnancy (in a semi light hearted matter), crying, implied sexual content
Liam
baby boy is so so so supportive…in his own weird way. You tell him while he’s at your apartment for a study session it went a little something like this
“Hey..liam? i have something to tell you…”
he looks up from his book from above the rim of his glasses at you before noticing your pained expression and transferring his face into one as well before quickly shutting the book and sitting up to pay attention to you.
“What’s wrong…? You look upset.”
“Liam I realized something about myself, well more like i’ve come to grasp with something i’ve always known…”
he now looks Puzzled, what could you possible mean by that?
“I don’t Feel Right in my body…something is wrong with me where i am now. I don’t Feel Like a girl. And i totally understand if that’s a deal breaker for you and you want to break up with me.”
your eyes start to tear up and your composure breaks and you start to cry in your hands but before you can let out a genuine sob liam has wrapped his arms around you and you gasp from the sudden contact and you go to look up at him and he is smiling at you.
“Why on earth would i do a silly thing like that? You know i’m Bisexual right?”
He pulled away from you with a smirk on his face
“Besides the whole idea of Gender conformity and What a person can be is So mainstream”
You rolled your eyes playfully at your boyfriend, you couldn’t be happier at this outcome
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Daimen
He literally has gay dads, he’s so supportive of LGBTQIA+ people it’s frightening. Like you don’t expect this kind of proud and Kind nature from DAIMEN of all people.
“Hey babe..? i have something to tell you…”
you said fidgeting with your fingers
“He looked at how nervous and Somewhat pained your expression was and he got nervous”
“Oh fuck, what’s wrong?? Don’t tell me your pregnant. I’m not ready to be a dad yet!”
“NO IM NOT PREGNANT YOU IDIOT!! we use a condom every time anyway, where’d you think it’d come from?”
“I dunno, like a freak accident or something”
“Well no, i’m not pregnant but this is still serious”
“What’s wrong then…?”
“Well, I don’t feel like a girl anymore… to be honest i don’t think i ever did”
His posture seems to relax and he sighs of relief
“That’s it? I thought something was wrong you scared the shut out of me”
“Wha- But arent you straight?”
“HAH- That’s funny babe. I’m attracted to you regardless of your gender. I think your awesome and i love being around you”
“Awww thanks Babe!~”
he then opens the window and shouts out to the world
“WHOOOOOO!!! I HAVE A BOYFRIENDDDD!!”
and you both know that somewhere in hell daimens dads are smiling
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Calculestor
You told him at Camp Spooky when you were walking in the woods back from the meteor shower you had just watched together 
“Hey Cal..? Can we Talk?”
“Of course romantic partner Y/N!' what do you wish converse about?”
“Well What do you know about Gender Identity?”
“Ah in My hard drive i have memories of talking with Friend Milo about that topic. They mentioned that they are in fact a ‘non-binary’ and in Fact use they/them pronouns, After that i conducted a data search on the web and found out there was a plethora of others and labels for people who have a different perception of self from their biological sex. Why do you ask?”
“well i believe im somewhere on that spectrum you just mentioned..”
“oh my, Are you saying that you are transgender?”
“Yes i am…are you okay with that?”
“Of course! I am attracted to you romantically regardless of your biological sex, you have done that for me being that i have no Sexual reproductive parts. So of course i see no issue, what would you like me to refer to you as?”
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Scott
You told him in a motel on the road-trip you went on with polly, she was in a separate room since we were able to afford 2 and since you and scott were dating it was obvious you were comfortable sharing so Polly was super stoked to have a huge bed to herself
“Hey scott..? we need to talk..”
“Oh no are you breaking up with me??? did i do something wrong?? am i not a good boy??”
“No no no! nothing like that I swear, It’s just something i have to tell you”
“Oh, well then what is it?” he said tilting his head like a confused puppy
“Well Yknow how I’m a girl right?”
“Yeah? you’re my girlfriend!”
“Well i’m not so Sure i am a girl anymore…i’ve realized i might be trans..sorry if it’s a deal breaker for you and if you wanna end things i completely understand”
“What?? break up with you??? why would i do that when i just got a boyfriend! is there anything else i should know?”
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Wowee this took unnecessary long for me to write considering the last one was only like 15 mins 😅 i hope you all enjoyed this one! i’ll post the ftm version and nb version later
Peace and love! -Ghosty
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