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gyubby99 · 1 year

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I NEED ANOTHER UPDATE.

I NEED TO KNOW THE TOUR.

I NEED TO KNOW HOW ELLALI AN ROSASTAR CATCH UP.

PLEASE. IM BEGGING. I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS.

I WILL EVEN ADMIT MY TRAUMA IF YOUD JUST UPDATE. GIVE ME MORE.

DONT LOSE UR HEAD!!!!

The tour went on in silence. Hope walked frantically, checking every hallway as it'd been her first time in someone else's castle. Ever since some countries has heard of the war they all had to cut off all contacts and buisnesses of some sort with Calvania, and Morellia had been thriving ever since despite having two queens with more money than they could spend in a lifetime and not a single man around to tell them what to do with it.

Isaac had never bothered to say a word to her nor offer his arm to her like he did a while back. It could've been a blessing in disguise, but Hope was feeling a bit more, leaning away to the idea of being happy.

This confused the young princess. She was supposed to hate the enemy, not feel this sinking feeling when they're upset and moreover, she made them upset. She never understood why in a blink of an eye, if she had a choice, she'd take back what she said.

Then.. she stopped.

A portrait of a woman. A beautiful one, with brown hair and eyes deep blue as the ocean she'd sail. She studied her for a moment, her eyes trailing from the freckles that dappled her face, to the sword she wielded in her hand.

She was extremely beautiful.

"That's my grandmother. Clarissa Gale." Isaac then spoke. "She died when princess Mia was born."

A faint memory flashed through Hope's head. She saw quite the same picture back in the castle, when the maids were cleaning up after her.

"She's a swordswoman?" Hope asked in genuine curiosity.

"A pirate queen. She met my grandfather at the docks." Isaac responded, sternly.

Hope's focus was still on the woman in front of her. A part of her wanted to ask more questions, while a part of her knew Isaac wouldn't like to entertain him unless he was extremely bored, which as of the moment he isn't.

He hated her, ofcourse.

But despite his hatred he'd managed to laugh and flash her a smile, though in a cocky manner. She should've been enjoying his misery, but she grew too fond of the other side that wasn't bothered by people who never cared. He was free-spirited and happy, he was lucky he'd gotten the freedom she desperately wanted to get herself.

Hope loved her father, more than anything except Asher and Rosalyn. All she ever wanted was for him to be proud of her, and so that's why she wanted to take Isaac down. She was being driven by the pressure she put on herself. As heir to the throne she wanted her father to be happy, taking care of the things out of her responsibility.

And so when she meddled with Isaac's life, she never told him. She wanted so desperately to have him look at her with such pride that she was willing to creep up to the enemy's lair. Alistar would rather lay down on a bed of nails than to ever put the pressure on Hope, but she wanted him to know that his little rose's thorns could prick the dove's eye.

She never talked to him much, but she knew how much he hated Ella for replacing him with a blacksmith with little to no knowledge about monarchy. Queen Ella was a traitor, and that was the hill she's prepared to die on.

But the look on Isaac's face.. right then and there.

It told her something different.

There was a traitor, but never a choice to become one.

Maybe it was Isaac, maybe it was the genuine face of the pirate woman, or the peer pressure she trapped herself into that brought her to the thought that there was more than a savy educated young princess and her downgraded replacement.

If she looked into things a little further on this tour, she may have the answers to what she's speculating.

"Isaac."

That was the first time she said his name without a trace of mockery.

His monotone eyes looked at her, curious as to why she'd called his name in a way he's never heard before.

"Did your father make that belt?" Hope asks.

Isaac was baffled and stunned by the question. He never knew why out of all things, his belt came to her curiosity.

And moreover, his father.

"Yes." Isaac replied, a hint of confusion in his tone.

Hope studied his belt, neatly and carefully crafted from the golden colored (or just gold in general) buckle to the end tip, the strap wrapped tightly around up his pants.

Gazing at his eyes that shone silver, once fired anger and now showed confusion, she swallowed.

For the first time in her life, looking at Isaac made her tense.

"He did quite well." She stated, cryptic. "In his craftmanship, ofcourse."

Isaac tilted his head. He was thinking that she meant his father did quite well on the belt, but after she had something else to say, an idea occured to him that she thought he may have been thinking of something else his father did quite well.

Hope turned her back on him as she kept walking along.

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Sounds of wine glasses clattering filled the whole castle in worry for the king and queen. At this point his constant tempers have been getting a lot worse, considering that everywhere Alistar went to, everything reminded him of how pathetic he was losing to a kingdom ran by two women.

He'll never be a man. If he was, he would've asserted dominance and power over them.

He was a disappointment. He couldn't fathom the look on his father's face if he ever knew that his one and only son had disappointed him, destroyed his family line's legacy and the brennan name overall.

"Alistar!" Rosalyn shouted. "You're going to break everything!"

"So what if I break everything?! Everything.. everything my father's worked hard for... down the fucking drain all because of that traitor! I was supposed to have power.. I was supposed to be king!" Alistar yelled at his wife from across the room.

"You ARE king!" Rosalyn reasoned. "Don't let yourself turn into a power-hungry bastard! Don't be your father. Please, mi vida.."

Despite knowing that her husband could throw a glass at her for being 'invasive' of his personal space, she wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek on his back.

Alistar shook his head in disappointment of himself.

From somewhere not so far away from them, two children were playing inside of their shared room.

Another clattering of a glass. The princess' frantic worrying hid behind the facade of an entertainer, for an important reason.

Princess Hope wasn't made of glass that he could shatter if he wanted to, she was made of stone. She knows when she has to be strong for both her and Asher's sake.

She swallowed, paying attention to she and Asher's little game rather than listening to the sounds from downstairs.

He was important to her. More than anything.

"The lost fairies cry out!" Hope shouted. "Brrrr!!" She imitated the sound of an elephant. She held the small giraffe toy figure from the side and was about to imitate its sound.. when she had no idea what sound it made. "What sound does the giraffe make?"

Asher shrugged.

"Nevermind." Hope shook her head.

"They wake the fairy queen who breaks the spell and saves everyone!" Hope cheered in triumph, throwing the small 'goblin' figure onto the floor to declare that it had 'died'.

Asher laughed. "You're always loud when you play, Hope!"

Hope shrugged. "What can I say? I like being in the moment!"

The siblings laughed.

As the laughter died down, Asher looked at his older sister, who was starting to come up for the closing of their fairytale.

Asher would give anything to be her. She had been his role model since he first learned to acknowledge her as his sister. She was fierce, brave, and is always there to lighten things up when they needed to be. She was the epitome of a sunlight, which she got from her mother. A strong-willed princess who would always put everyone else's needs before hers.

He could never feel jealous of her, even if their father seemed to favor her more than him.

Everything. Everything he talked about was her. Hope, and her talent, remarkable traits, dashing personality, her being fit for the throne more than anyone could ever be.

He didn't know where he got the urge to ask, but words came out of his mouth.

"Hope?" Asher called.

"Yes?" Hope responds.

"Why does papa like you more than me?" Asher asks, more curious rather than upset.

Hope was taken aback by what her brother had just asked. "Why would you say that?"

"He always pays more attention to you. He gets scared when he looks at me.." Asher responds to his sister.

"Scared? What do you mean by that?"

Asher pouts. "When papa looks at me, he's always sad or scared. But when he looks at you, he's always smiling."

Hope never realized her brother felt this way. He wasn't supposed to be worrying about who the favorite child is. He was only ten, and is currently having no clue that their parents actually might hurt each other. As aware as he was about his father breaking things, when Hope had witnessed it, she knew better than to let her brother see what it was actually like seeing them fight. He always heard the sounds, but Hope did her very best to keep him out of it.

He didn't need the pain. If pain is to be held then it is by Hope, she was the big sister. She's stronger, older and wiser.

"Ash.." Hope scooted closer to her brother, wrapping an arm around him. "He loves us both. I don't know why papa acts like he does, but I know he's trying. He's trying to be a good father to us. I know he is."

Asher leaned his head onto his sister's shoulder. "I just want papa to be happy when he sees me.."

Hope sighed. "I know." She held his hands as she scooted in front of him. "But look. I'm happy when I see you!"

Asher tilted his head as a smile formed in his lips.

"Because I can get to.." Hope smirked deviously. And the next thing Asher knew, her hands were all over his waist, tickling him. "Tickle you until you yield!"

Asher laughs, trying to stop Hope. "I yield! I yield!"

Hope laughed along with him.

Of all things she could protect, he would always come first. And along all those things, she would give what it takes to make her family proud.

~~~~~

Hope glanced one last time at the portrait of Clarissa Gale, how her plans had miraculously shifted all of a sudden. All because a certain prince decided to meddle into them.

And so she walked along with Isaac trailing behind her, catching up.

Who knew keeping the enemy close would work wonders for her? She never knew why, and she hated to admit it, but keeping Isaac to her side would be essential on her new change of plans.

A plan to figure out what problem caused the war.

#the prophecy of immortal fire #hisacc enemies to lovers #hope and asher has my heart

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all-my-friends-were-glorious · 2 years

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OZIAS “OZZY” MAKOWSKI

The Gift

“Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.” - Thomas A Kempis

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Ozias Makowski

Nicknames: Ozzy

Faceclaim: Ronnie Radke

Age: 15

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Pansexual Polygamous

Height: 6′1″

Weight: 244lbs

Birthday: December 31st

Sign: Capricorn

Occupation: Student; Student Council President

JERICHO

Jericho is Ozzy’s familiar, a Black-Headed Python. He can be very temperamental, and even lashes out at Ozzy for his rash decision-making. While he is not particularly old considering the lifespan of a vampire’s familiar, he feels like an old man having to corral an uppity teenager. He’ll bite Ozzy for any reason, mostly to get him to behave. If he is with Ozzy, he is usually draped around him like a dramatic feather boa, though he has a nice enclosure at home. He dislikes Dirge very much and wishes she would leave him alone. However, he is fond of Zen and thinks he does a good job tempering Ozzy, provided he doesn’t become an overeager follower into whatever shenanigans his partner gets into.

QUICK FACTS

Ozzy is the older son of Ryder and Ris. Warlord!Verse Mike, AJ, and Ike are his biological grandparents, and he has a rather large family through the half-siblings of his parents. Zeke is his little brother, who he cannot stand. He has one half-sibling through Ryder with Aster.

While he is a year older than him, Zen is his best friend, and the person that knows him the most intimately. Ris has referred to him on more than one occasion as Ozzy’s most ardent disciple.

Ozzy is the first naturally born hybrid of two of the Canadian-Vampire hybrids that Mike set into motion to create super soldiers for his war. Due to his parents being Ryder and Ris respectively, he is considered higher than the rest, as well. Ris has always been a thing of hubris, as has Ryder, and they passed this on to their rather self-indulgent son.

Ris considers Ozzy a miracle, even though he knows that his parents would not think so. Ozzy’s birth was half of the reason he opted not to look for a way home, because he knew that he and Ryder were not meant to have a family.

Ozzy will absolutely sass his dad, and enjoys their banter. However, he refuses to sass his mother, and if Ris tells him to do something, he does it immediately. Ris only puts up with being sassed by Ryder, though that usually ends in things Ozzy doesn’t like to think about.

He has a hard time telling himself ‘no,’ and typically will only begin to temper himself when Zen has spoken into existence the need for it. He trusts Zen to know when he’s begun crossing lines, even if he doesn’t always enjoy having to back off of things.

While Prim sees it as a simple dislike of one another, Ozzy takes his every breath as a deep offense to his own inerrant existence. He sees them as rivals at the very least, and always seeks to show up and outdo him in anything possible. This included sniping the Student Council elections by using his vampiric powers of suggestion to secure his win the day the ballots were passed around. Zen assured him that he shouldn’t need to, and typically Ozzy would have believe him, but there are few and far between times when he doesn’t trust Zen on Prim-related matters, as the two are half-brothers.

Despite being friends with Tiff, and by extension at least aware of their brother, he has a distaste for both of their parents. His mother has never let go of the rivalry and hatred he had for Leslie for a vast majority of his life, and it has transferred down to Ozzy. He tries to keep things to himself, and for the most part just talks a big game, but has divulged to Zen that if he had the chance, he’d deliver Leslie to his mother on a silver platter. Zen believes this stems from his drive to make his parents happy that quite commonly stresses him out a great deal.

Most, if not all, of the hangout sessions he has with his friends are held at their house, or Zen’s. Ozzy isn’t ashamed of his family, though he knows that both of his parents are more theatrical and likewise hateful than most people are prepared for. It doesn’t help that his closest friend is half human, and his next closest is Leslie’s child. As such, he’s more comfortable keeping his friends far away from his parents.

Ris often treats Ozzy as though he is some kind of Messiah, and Ozzy dislikes the idea of correcting him. While he lives for the praise and the ability to do whatever the fuck he wants, whenever the fuck he wants, to whoever the fuck he wants, the pressure of being something he doesn’t really think he is gets to him. It drives him to act out more than usual from time to time, and this usually ends in worse fights with Prim.

Ozzy does not often think his actions or words through very well, and often comes from a place of emotion rather than logic. He is very reactionary and easily offended, and quick to pick fights because of this. The best hope anyone has to keep him from leaping a table and attacking is that Zen will work his magic and keep him calm.

Ozzy met Zen during recess when he was in first grade and Zen was in Kindergarten. He inadvertently made Zen cry and, while he couldn’t figure out why, felt kind of bad about it. He walked the weird little kid home after school, talking the whole time while Zen listened and hung on his every word. They’ve been best friends ever since.

Ozzy is best friends with Zen, though he’s very close with Tiff, Harley, Torm, Titus, and Gatlin. He flirts with all of his friends, at least to some degree, except for Tiff. The first and last time he did, they broke his nose and dislocated his shoulder for it. Torm is also iffy, due to his preferences. Ozzy isn’t as awful to people he cares about, though he has a bad reputation.

Ris very ardently believes a stricter, more warped version of Catholicism, and that he is a prophet of sorts. He has a god complex, but does not necessarily see himself as God. While he is not entirely sure how Ozzy is important fully, he knows that he is important, and has imparted said god complex to his son. Ozzy believes himself to be a God, however, even if his mother isn’t quite sold on the idea.

Ris has actively tortured Ozzy, both mentally and physically, and usually only stops if Ozzy gives in to him completely, or Ryder stops him. Ozzy has quite a few triggers due to this, as well as CPTSD that he refuses to acknowledge because he is not allowed to be imperfect.

Ozzy is a polytheistic solipsist, and honestly believes that he and his friends are all Gods/Goddesses. Era comes and goes from the pantheon depending on if she’s hanging out with him or Prim.

Ozzy cannot stand his brother Zeke, though Zeke has been in love with him for a while. He will fight with him, verbally or physically, whenever his short fuse runs out. Once he falls in love with Zeke, he refuses to call his brother by his name.

Ozzy is simultaneously Theophobic and Theist, and dislikes most religious iconography while also having a lot to do with it. Other people discussing it really freaks him out and he will typically try and leave the conversation.

One way that he can control things is controlling his own self harm, and his way of choice is to consume dead blood. Not enough to really kill him, but enough to make him sick.

Ozzy can take the forms of a Horned Lark and a Bombay cat.

Headcanon Masterlist

TAGS LIST

This Reckless Decadence Is Taking Things A Little Too Far (Ozzy Makowski)

If Home Is Where My Heart Is Then My Heart Has Lost All Hope (Ozzy Musings)

Oh My Feels Just Like I Don't Try Look So Good I Might Die All I Know Is Everybody Loves Me (Ozzy Aesthetic)

I Like Your Viciousness I Like Your Sins I Like Your Viciousness It Gets Under My Skin (Ozzy Closet)

All My Friends Think You're Vicious And They Say You're Suspicious (Ozzy Headcanons)

I Will Never Tell A Tortured Soul They Are Burning By My Side That I Am A Sinner I Am A Savior I Am A Lie (Ozzy Journal Entries)

Is It OK If I Speak To You Today? You've Been Pissed Off For A Week Now (Jericho)

VERSES

TBD

MAINS AND SHIPS

MAINS

@bigbadwolfletthegamesbegin - Scott - And We'll Dance Inside The Song (Ozzy and Scott - Bigbadwolfletthegamesbegin)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Michael - I've Fallen Down My Nose Bleeding Badly I'm Where You Want Me I Know The Words (Ozzy and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Ryder - My Patience Is Waning Is This Entertaining? (Ozzy and Ryder - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Ric - Dear Hearts And Gentle People That Live And Love In My Hometown (Ozzy and Ric - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Asher - Night Falls In The Dream You Are Falling As Dark Lightens (Ozzy and Asher - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Ague - Tragedy! When You Lose Control And You Got No Soul (Ozzy and Ague - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Luca - I'm Marvelous Intelligent So Why Doesn't That Make Me Feel Better? (Ozzy and Luca - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Era - Her Lips Are Red And Her Hips Are Turning Heads (Ozzy and Era - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@southxparkxafterxdark - Gatlin - And You Know You Are A Paradox And You Contradict The Road You Walk (Ozzy and Gatlin - SouthxParkxAfterxDark)

@throughxthexmist - Tino - Hanging Out Where I Don't Belong Is Nothing New To Me (Ozzy and Tino - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist - Bastian - If I'm A Danger To Myself ust Think What I Would Do To You (Ozzy and Bastian - ThroughxThexMist)

@throughxthexmist - Zeke - When We First Met You Were Fickle And Shallow But My Armour Was No Match For Your Poison Arrow (Ozzy and Zeke - ThroughxThexMist)

Here - Ris - I Play To Their Sympathies I Say The Sweetest Things To Command Their Empathy (Ozzy and Ris)

Here - Mags - That Was My Best Poker Face (Ozzy and Mags)

Here - Zen - I'm Fearless Now But It Cost My Soul (Zen and Ozzy)

Here - Tiff - Anything Can Be A Weapon If You’re Holding It Right (Ozzy and Tiff)

Here - Torm - Broke All The Rules Played All The Fools (Ozzy and Torm)

Here - Prim - Why Does Everybody Love You? They Don't Know Enough About You (Ozzy and Prim)

Here - How Could Something So Beautiful Turn Out So Fucking Deranged? (Zeke and Ozzy)

SHIPS

Here - Zen - So Tell The Gun To Sin Like An Angel With The Dirty Wings (Zen x Ozzy)

@throughxthexmist - Zeke - I've Got Another Confession To Make So Complicated Let Me Try To Explain (Zeke x Ozzy - ThroughxThexMist)

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pandoraroid · 14 days

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redacted filipino hcs & thoughts! lol

mostly about shaw pack + vamps + guy&honey

inpsired by @erial-c nahiya akong itag ka pero hiiii po

the trivia and translations are probably not accurate 🧍‍♀️please forgive my very scattered brain thoughts

darlin probably does arnis. it's why they fight like a menace 😈 sam has never known peace since he's seen em wield an ital

arnis - a ph martial art

itak - a bolo sword(?)

asher doesn't call milo "tol" bc he's not tall /j

"tol" is like the equivalent of "dude" as in a way of calling your friend

lovely & darlin would probably call vincent & sam their asawang (gets niyo ba asawa + aswang)

asawa means spouse or wife or husband

aswang is a ph mythological creature. different sources tell different things but what is mostly agreed upon is that (1) they're nocturnal (2) they usually pretend to be humans in the day time if not (3) they hide in the woods (4) they prey on children, pregnant women (specifically for their unborn child), and maybe new borns. they often get lumped with vampires though i'm not too sure how accurate that is.

aspins have a very special place in darlin's heart. sam's cabin in the woods usually have attract lots of them and they never had the heart to turn them away. in a way too, they know what it's like to being wild, dirty, street dog.

aspin - a dog breed in the ph that is sort of a mix of other breeds. they often get a bad rep for being street dogs and not having a particular breed.

vincent n his cars get featured a lot in those carspotting around manila tiktoks. whenever lovely finds em they make sure to send those to vincent lol

(this is me also hoping that vincent gets to keep at least few of them when they leave the house of solaire)

not entirely sure how the entire mate thing would translate into ph culture but even with all that david & asher would insist on doing things properly before marriage - they would mamanhikan to their partner's parents respectively hehehe

mamanhikan or pamamanhikan is a like a traditional practice of going to the fiancee's family's house and asking for their hand in marriage lol.

whenever they drive down shaw boulevard, the pack would turn to david and go "taga dito ka di ba?" or something to that effect HAHAHAHHA

"taga-dito ka 'di ba?" = "you're from (around) here, right?"

angel know it's general cleaning morning whenever david is blasting opm songs or old timey songs around their house.

asher would take panliligaw very seriously!!!!! magpapaalam sa magulang lagi ni baabe paglalabas sila!!! aabangan niya after work si baabe tapos "sabay na raw sila umuwi" galawan mo asher talbot !!!! dyan ka magaling !!!! and ofc it never stopped kahit naging sila na ni baabe :)))

panliligaw or ligaw is a more traditional pre-dating courting stage in a relationship. lol

marie has definitely said to david & asher & milo & darlin at some point na "kakaselpon niyo yan". it doesn't matter that they're adults.

"kakaselpon niyo yan" = "it's because of that (damn) phone"

this one is a bit more in general: vampire houses have THE filipino family drama. territory/progeny disputes? grudges? backstabbing? been there done that.

speaking of vamps: pre-turning, sam was once an altar boy (darlin: hahaha samkristan)

speaking of sam (again): pre-turning, he has a picture in baguio, riding a horse & wearing a cowboy hat. when darlin found it they couldn't stop staring at it for a loong while.

sweetheart LOVES singing. marie loves having them over for karaoke.

marie would drag milo's ahh every night for simbang gabi.

simbang gabi - mass service for the nine nights leading up to christmas eve.

guy's filipino nickname would be "totoy"

"totoy" is another way of refering to a younger male. addtionally, it's also often used as a euphism for a dick HAHAJAHA

guy definitely has a tiktok acct tapos don siya nagpaparinig kay honey HAHAHAHA lagi niyang kinakanta "crush" by tweens of pop

guy always does those cheesy, poetry pick up line jokes to honey like:

"cheese, cheese, cheese. gusto kita i-keese (read: kiss)"

"mga 6 out of 10. medyo pilit yung rhyme"

"honey naman 😭😓"

translation:

"cheese, cheese, cheese. i want to give you a k-eese."

"a 6 out of 10. the rhyming was a bit forced."

"honey, c'mon 😭😓."

guy and honey are definitely oa x nonchalant pairings but may i also suggest na they are jeje x pogi typings. they both definitely have kanal humor though HAHAHA

- after returning to the pack, darlin couldnt help but cry tear up after marie called them "anak" again

anak = child

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bokutosmochi · 10 months

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CALL ME LITTLE SUNSHINE (WHEN YOU FEEL ALL ALONE) or when you don't use the shaw pack boys' nickname

what's it? crack/fluff

allergen warning/s? food mention in asher's

sugar level? 0.6k

names for the order? davey david shaw, ash asher talbot, miles milo greer

parlor's note? in this one shot, milo has the nickname miles since he doesn't really have a canon nickname as far as i know at least :3

also 'tis the first time i've written for the redactedverse, i hope you guys like it (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

bon appetit!

DAVID SHAW

"david."

he twists in his chair, momentarily paying attention to you instead of paperwork. he swears up and down that he hates that stupid little nickname you gave him - no one has ever used that on him since he was a very small child - but he cannot lie, his given name sounds wrong when it comes from your lips. he thinks to himself if he's done anything wrong in the past few hours that you've been out of the house, any chore that you asked him to do that he may have forgotten about, anything that could possibly upset you, but he's stumped. he can't think of anything. well, except for that shit eating grin you have on your face. in classic david fashion, he graces you with the huff, eye roll, and glare combo you love so much and it gets you giggling. "what? are you so bored that you've resorted to playing pranks that don't work on me?" his deep voice grumbles and you do nothing but nod. "c'mere, you can sit on my lap while i deal with all this paperwork. just don't distract me."

ASHER TALBOT

"asher."

his hand freezes around the playstation controller for a short second before turning to where your voice came from slowly with a too-sweet-and-innocent grin on his face that you recognize from the times when you catch him doing things that he wasn't supposed to. "i swear i didn't eat the last mochi." your eyes widened at his statement. "i was just doing that as a joke! you ate the last mochi?" from the corner of your eye, you watch him mute his mic and you make a mental note to take it easy on him because you're sure that david and milo are gonna give him a hard time for abandoning their game. he sets down the controller on the coffee table in front of him before standing up and walking towards you. "babe, i just said that i didn't. why must you misconstrue my words?" despite yourself, you walk right into his open arms and rest your head against his chest. "i wanted that mochi." a cute pout was on your lips and while asher might find that absolutely adorable, he still wishes that he had more self control. "i'll make it up to you, i promise."

MILO GREER

"milo."

he jumps in surprise for a moment. you appeared in the room out of nowhere, as always. but because of the word that just came out of your mouth, instead of complaining about how you've spooked him for the nth time and how you'll probably give him a heart attack one of these days, his eyebrows furrow in confusion and he looks away from his phone to stare at you. "what's with the name, sweetheart?" the both of you had the day off and you spent the majority of it together. he's sure that he hasn't done anything to upset you since you were practically beaming at him all day. much to his dismay, you say nothing and continue standing by the bedroom's doorway with your arms crossed and an unreadable expression on your face, in your eyes. when you've first met, he advised you to practice having a poker face, but now that you're using it against him, he's not sure if he likes it after all. unless... "this isn't for some dumb tiktok, right? they always got the dumbest challenges there."

i get: reblog

you get: a ride on these werewolf boys' back

#order of the day!#order up for david!#order up for asher!#order up for milo!#one kona coffee mochi #with a side of coconut italian ice #with a side of orange creme italian ice #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted sweetheart #asher x babe #david x angel #milo x sweetheart

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canthavetoomuchchaos · 4 months

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little noises

Asher Talbot x Baabe

in which Baabe comes home from work only to find Asher nowhere to be seen.

Asher is seen having something similar to a overstimulated meltdown. These are how mine tend to be, so I'm projecting lol

Tw: hitting oneself, muscle tensing, dissociation, twitching, stimming, scratching at scars, let me know if I missed any!!

As the door opens, it creaks. A loud, annoying, horrible creak. Baabe opens and closes the door quickly, taking a breath as they relish finally being home. They toe off their work shoes, reminding themself to check for marks on the shiny shoes.

As they put their bag and coat on the rack and floor, they realize Asher, their adorable golden retriever of a boyfriend, hasn't come running to hug them yet. Confused they stay still and listen for anything that would indicate danger.

Hearing no signs of danger, they grow concerned. Not only did they hear no danger, they heard no Asher either. They pull out their phone, opening their texts with him to see if he had said anything about not being home and they forgot. Nope. How odd...

"Ash? You home sweet boy?" They use a louder than normal tone, hoping maybe using his favorite nickname would help him come out. Hearing no signs of movement they frown and walk towards the bedroom, their heart racing. Is he hurt? Is something else keeping him quiet? Why isn't he responding?

They come up to their bedroom door, their hand on the handle, still hearing nothing from Asher. Their heart is pounding. They open the door and look around the room, they see the bathroom light on under the doorframe. Walking over, they knock on the door gently. Maybe he just hasn't heard them?

"Asher? My love are you in there?" They ask, though as they do they realize there is quiet, shuddering breaths.

"Ash, can I come in bubba?" They ask gently, their hand already turning the knob. They hear him scoot away from the door, assumably so they can open it.

Once the door is open they see Asher, curled in a ball, his shoulder up to his ears, eyes wide open and glassy as he seems to have no control of his muscles. His neck is twitching to the side and his hands tensed. They scoot closer, he doesn't react. One of his hands bends backwards at an odd angle, shaking as he doesn't even seem to notice his own wrist bonking his forehead.

They reach forward and hover their hands, they don't want to startle him by touching, but they don't want him to hurt himself either.

"Asher? Hey, love, can you hear me? Is it alright if I touch you?" Ashers eyes, though still glassy and far away, turn in their direction, not directly at them, but confirmation that he understands they are there. He blinks and gives the tiniest nod.

They gently reach out to grab his wrist, massaging his pulse point to help relax the muscle. Their other hand is on his bicep, tapping.

One tap...two taps...three taps...four taps....one tap.

Asher's face scrunches as his neck tenses, his eyes scrunch shut, nose crinkling up, and mouth in an uncomfortable looking frown. Baabe just watches. This has happened before but never this long. They don't know how long he was here before either. They're thinking about calling David.

Asher lets out a small, almost whimpering, noise from the back of his throat as his face remains scrunched up, seemingly in pain. At this point their hand is still tapping his bicep and their hands are shaking as well. They don't think before grabbing their phone and calling David, keeping their voice low. After two rings the phone picks up.

"Hello?"

"hey, David. Are you alone? Or at least not on speakerphone?"

"give me two seconds and I'll be alone. What's going on? Is everything okay?"

They hear shuffling and a quiet 'ill be back Angel' from David.

"yeah, um, I think so? Asher is having an episode right now, but he was like this when I got home? His face has been scrunched up and he's not responding to any questions. I stopped him from hitting himself but he's still super tensed up and I'm really worried..."

As they speak their voice gets more and more distorted by their upset. They're trying not to cry but they're scared for their boyfriend.

They hear a deep breath and the phone be set down, assumably on speaker now.

"Okay, is he shaking?"

"no.."

"you said he was like this when you got home right? Maybe something happened while you were at work. Are his shoulders blocking his ears?"

They frown and look at Asher. His ears are indeed blocked by his shoulders.

"yeah, what do I do?" They take a deep breath, steeling themself so they can help the best they can.

"alright, all you should need to do is gently tug on his shirt sleeve. If that doesn't work, try to push his shoulder away from his ears. He can't hear you, and through that, you can't help vocally ground him."

They do as told, gently tugging his shirtsleeves, his shoulders slowly lower themselves. His face is no longer scrunched up, just blank and far away.

"okay...his shoulders are down now."

"great," shuffling from his side as he presumably adjusts in his chair or whatever he is sitting on. "Now, take one of your hands and gently tap from his hairline to the tip of his nose. Barely touching him, but enough for him to feel, if that makes sense. It should force his focus to your finger."

They nod, forgetting he can't see and again, do as instructed. At the first few taps Asher blinks and his eyes flutter around, his brows furrowing for a moment. He blinks a few more times before his gaze seems to focus on their eyes. They smile at him as gently as they can in their worried state.

"I think he's looking at me now, not looking through me.."

"that's great. You should be able to do the rest from here then, call me again if you need help. Make sure he drinks water and don't leave him alone too long."

"got it, thank you David."

"no problem, see you later." And the phone hangs up. They look back at Asher, his eyes looking into theirs.

"hey bubba, can you give me a sign you're actually with me again? A hum or something?" They ask, their voice quiet. Their hand cups his cheek gently as they watch his expression.

He leans his head into their hand and gives a tiny hum.

They smile and relax a bit.

"are you able to talk?" Their eyes again focus on his expression, ignoring the lack of usual eye contact. Asher shakes his head slightly. No talking then.

"alright, that's ok, we'll do the tapping system okay? One for yes, two for no, okay?"

He taps their leg once. They smile

"perfect. Are you anxious?" Two taps

"no. Okay. Overstimulated? That would make sense." One tap. They nod

"okay, overstimulated. From work?" Two taps.

"no? Hm..." they stop to think and only then do they notice that the shirt hes wearing is torn, directly above his scars.

"....Ash, you don't have to answer this one of its too much. But were you scratching at your scars and that's what caused it?"

Hesitation, then one tap.

"okay, that's perfectly fine. Not the scratching part of course, but now I know what's wrong. Do you feel okay enough to stand?"

One tap.

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Should I do a part 2?

#x reader #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted asher #asher talbot #Overstim #comfort #david shaw #idk how to tag this

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"is this the end of all the endings? (my broken bones are mending.)"

Happy Birthday to me!! It was my birthday earlier this month so I had to write myself a lil something something!! And you already knew I had to feature my favourite wolf and their vampire!!

[story takes place after before ‘cuddles and confessions’ but after ‘confronted by your alpha’, and sam and darlin’ aren’t together]

CW: Mentions of Abuse, Slowburn, Sam is an idiot, Darlin’ is an idiot, David is bad at planning surprises, Darlin’ has a fall birthday, Finessing the timeline a little, Author is outing herself by inserting her embarrassing and sad stories in this fic, Darlin’ is me, I am Darlin’, but they use they/them pronouns, There is one mention of Darlin’ being BIPOC but it’s a throwaway line for me and me alone

click here for the ao3 link!!!

Sam woke up that morning with his phone in his hands, a habit he only recently developed.

Under normal circumstances, he would have left his phone on his bedside table, letting it charge for the next day. But these aren’t normal circumstances and they weren’t a normal person. To him, at the very least.

He’s long accepted that against his will, the wolf he met on Solaire land means more to him than what he’s willing to admit. It’s gotten to the point where he’s caught himself twitching with a smile in front of the clan when they sent one of their goofy daily updates. Thankfully, it was brief enough that no one noticed. Except for the clan’s resident lover boy.

“Oooooh, Sam’s got a partner! Is it the Shaw wolf? I bet it’s them- they’re soooo your type and I can’t blame you, they’re very pretty, hehe.”

“Vincent, shut up ‘fore I knock you on your ass.”

“Jealous much, am I right Lovely.~”

“Stop teasing Sam- VINCENT LOOK OUT!”

Laying in bed, Sam thinks about what it is about this reckless wolf that has him acting like a love-struck teenager. Their striking appearance was what drew him in, and who could blame him. Darlin’ looked like the bad, city kid ripped from every romance novel. He adored their appearance but it was their heart, their righteous anger and that goddamn beautiful smile that kept him staying up at night talking to them, in the hopes that he’s making them happy on the other end.

(It would some time before Darlin’ confesses this fact, but there is a video on Marie's phone where they’re screaming in a pillow because that’s how enamoured they are with him.)

Speaking of messages, he opened his phone to see if there were any unread texts from them. His heart raced when he saw that there was one unread notification, thinking it was from Darlin’. His heart sank when it wasn’t their contact name highlighted, but it picked up again when it was a message from David Shaw. Sam opened it, nerves making him sick as to what their Alpha has said.

Mr. Shaw: Buy a chocolate cake for the troublemaker.

Mr. Shaw: It’s their birthday and they’re ignoring our messages.

Overcoming the initial shock caused by David messaging him, his mind went blank.

It’s their birthday. And he didn’t buy any presents for them. What terrible future partner he was.

Sam was still confused as to why David was messaging him of all people. Darlin’ had been integrating back into the pack, at a glacial pace for sure, but it was more progress than they expected. Given what sparse stories they tell him about the infamous Shaw Pack, Asher and Milo would have been the better option for throwing the party they deserve. David ended any further pondering Sam might have done with his next message.

Mr. Shaw: They know that we know it’s their birthday, so in a failed attempt to make today not a big deal, they will be ignoring any of our wishes.

Mr. Shaw: I’m willing to bet that they haven’t told you that their birthday was coming up, so the pack is relying on you to give them their first normal birthday, since… him. It doesn’t have to be anything flashy, they’d kill me if it was.

If that’s the case, then Sam will make this the best ‘not-a-big-deal-birthday’ birthday party to ever party.

Sam Collins: of course sir

Sam Collins: leave ‘em to me

Mr. Shaw: Thank you, Sam. For being there and caring for them in a way that the pack hasn’t.

Mr. Shaw: Also, you don’t have to keep calling me sir.

He chuckled at the last message, amused by the Alpha’s blunt care for his fellow wolf. He was glad that despite all the emotional baggage between the two introverted wolves, that he was always there for them, and they will always be there for him.

Ignore the fact that their birthday is during the fall. (“Autumn, Sam. It’s autumn.”) That’s just a mere coincidence that has nothing to do with anything. So what if his favourite person was born during his favourite season? So what if their rare smile is as warm as the fall sun, warm and bright and comforting in the most magical way possible. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

(It meant everything to Sam. For a man, who didn’t believe in soulmates and happily ever afters, it’s pretty damn hard to deny the idea that they were made for him. Every facet of their personality perfectly complimented his own. Their stubbornness with his care. Their shit eating grins with his amused yet exasperated grunts. The city kid who learned to fight in the trenches and the cowboy who could shoot before he could walk. A shifter who’s very nature is change and a vampire who is at an eternal standstill. The unstoppable force and the immovable object.)

(Stardust intertwines their bodies, magic binds their souls, their fates and destinies are tied together whether or not either of them accepts it. Sam waits patiently in the stark white room, waiting for the sun to shine on him like he was the moon. Gentle care is what awaits them both in the future, and between you and me, he much prefers their soft light over the harsh rays of heat from his childhood.)

Where was he again? Oh right, the not-a-big-deal-birthday’ birthday party. His mind seems to wander these days when it comes to them.

He switches the contacts in his phone, taking a minute to admire their contact picture. How someone could look so done with life, yet adorable, he will never understand. Another one of life’s greatest mysteries and he’s happy to solve it with them.

Sam Collins: can i come over today?

Before his heart could pound in anticipation for a response, Darlin’ had already figured out his plan.

pretty wolf 🐺: no

Sam Collins: can i at least explain?

pretty wolf 🐺: n o o o o

pretty wolf 🐺: i refuse to let david’s plans work

pretty wolf 🐺: you will absolutely not come over

Sam Collins: how on earth did you guess all o’ that? and why would ya assume david’s in on it?

pretty wolf 🐺: because that man is terrible at planning surprises ‘cuz he’s too predictable

pretty wolf 🐺: i’m surprised his mate let him get away with this

pretty wolf 🐺: so no

Sam Collins: but it’s your birthday?

pretty wolf 🐺: and??? so??? you’re absolutely welcome to come over if the leafs win the cup, but that aint happenin till i die

Sam Collins: i’ll bring cake and food

pretty wolf 🐺: …im payin you back

pretty wolf 🐺: dont fight me on that

Sam Collins: wouldn’t dream of it

Sam Collins: see you in a few

pretty wolf 🐺liked your message

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cowboy has read your message

Ok, they think every nook and cranny of their small apartment is spotless. Considering the lack of furniture in their apartment, it wasn’t a hard task to complete.

They made a note on their phone to remind themselves to kill David at the next pack meeting. How many times did they have to tell him and the rest of those assholes that no, they didn’t need a birthday party. Just send a text and they were content. Darlin’ never liked being the centre of attention unless they did something notable enough to earn it. Celebrating them because their parents happened to bang nine months prior was definitely not on the ‘something notable’ list.

(They won’t mention that it was their fear of the future, the unknown, that prevented them from celebrating the mundane. Memories of shattered glass and tears and bullets were enough to remind them that the good times never last.)

(But maybe Sam will prove otherwise. Emphasis on the maybe.)

They go through their wallet, pulling out a couple hundred dollar bills, ready to shove them down Sam’s pockets so he’ll take it home. It would be easier to venmo or e-transfer it, but despite his young appearance, Sam firmly believes in not leaving a paper or cash trail behind. They’d joked that it was ok if he had a criminal past, they were used to hanging out with the unsavoury crowd. But when he went silent and drifted back in time, they quietly accepted his outlook, even if it made it damn near impossible to pay him back for his generosity.

They sat on the couch, answering calls and texts from their pack and family. Giving half-hearted responses and begging Asher to stop fucking singing was what they did. Their mom asked if they would come home soon. (ہمیں آخری بار ایک دوسرے کو دیکھے کافی عرصہ ہو گیا ہے۔) But between Quinn and the pack and their lawyer work, it was another birthday away from their parents. (مجھے بہت افسوس ہے ماں، شاید اگلے سال؟) It gets easier to treat their birthday as non-important to their parents every year that goes by, but it’s getting harder to ignore the pain in their mom’s voice.

Before their eyes teared up at their parent’s disappointment, there was a knock on the door. They jumped, doing a quick once over of their place. Darlin’ took a deep breath, trying in vain to calm their pounding heart, and opened the door with their signature deadpan.

There he was. Leaning against the door frame with a cake and takeout in his hands, with that stupid smile on his face. It had to be illegal to be this attractive and sweet and caring, wrapped up into the finest body they have ever seen. They should sue him for stealing their heart because they know if he breaks it, they may never recover.

Fuck, it’s always terrifying to bare their emotions freely, but Darlin’ was used to it.

So why is he different, and how would he hurt them in the end?

“I know David probably threatened you to do this, but you really didn’t have to.” They waited to see if Sam would walk in on his own, but between being a vampire and being a southern gentleman, he needed a written invitation on gold paper to invite himself inside. Darlin’ moved out of the way to let the vampire inside.

He shook his head and smiled, walking inside and taking his shoes off. “David didn’t force me to do nothin’, darlin’. In fact,” he placed the bag of takeout and cake on the table, “he seems more worried about his own ass then my own.” He chuckled and opened his arms, waiting for Darlin’ to hug him. (Always waiting. Always patient with them.)

They held himself back from jumping into his arms, wrapping their arms around his waist. Taking a deep breath (though not too deep to seem weird), Darlin’ responded. “Good. He knows what’s gonna happen at the next meetin’.” Their shoulders relaxed when they felt his arms around him, and for a vampire, his body was warmer than most. At least warmer than Quinn.

He laughed, squeezing them closer to his chest. (Bury them in his rib cage to keep them safe.) “I’m sure you’ll beat his ass.” He rested his chin on top of them, rubbing their back in the process. If they had less willpower than they do, they would have fallen asleep right then and there. “Happy Birthday, Darlin’.”

Pulling away, Darlin’ looked at Sam’s warm and beautiful eyes. And for the first time that day, they smiled and said, “Thank you, Sam,” with genuine sincerity. It wasn’t forced or given because they were obligated too. Darlin’ didn’t know why it was different with him. They like to think it’s because they didn’t expect all this from a man they had met only a few months ago, or it’s because Sam was the type of man who didn’t let many into his heart, so it was an honour to receive this care from him so often.

(It’s definitely not because Darlin’ is in love with him. It can’t be. Subtly looking to the side of the pots they had out, Darlin’ saw the face of a person who despite their best effort, could never make the right decision. They were messy and cruel and violent when needed, and Sam deserved softness. They might not know what he’s gone through in life, or why he’s the isolated curmudgeon of the clan, but it didn’t matter. He deserved the most sweetest and nicest and easiest and amazing partner to exist. Someone who didn’t make the worst case scenarios the norm or made him prepare for lecture beforehand.)

(People like Darlin’ don’t get soft endings, their jagged and sharp edges mangle the delicate future they could have if they weren’t so fucked up. They would rip the destinies from others, picking and choosing the sequence of events that are worthy to be Sam’s truth, but they won’t stick around to ruin it any further. Fate damns those who go against her wishes, and Darlin’ wasn’t going to let Sam be collateral damage.)

They cleared their throat to end the impromptu staring contest and turn to get plates from their cupboards. “How has your day been, cowboy?” They asked while placing the plates and cutlery on the table.

He took a seat at the barstool chair. “It’s been good,” he started. “William’s been getting ready for the Monarchal Summit, meanin’ we’re all workin’ overtime to get ready.” He stretched his back and Darlin’ bit their lip to stop themselves from making a comment from a popping noise. They slid him a plate of food, causing him to raise his eyebrow. “Ain’t you gonna eat too?”

They nodded their head. “I will, but I gotta do some things first real quickly.” They walked over to the sink, wanting to wash the dishes before they ate. But before they could turn the water on, Sam held their wrist to stop them.

“Darlin’, it’s your birthday. Let me do ‘em for ya.” He slowly reached for their waist to move them out of the way. Not like they were going to let that stop them.

“Sammy, you’re my guest. I can’t let ya do my housework.” They huffed, staring him dead in the eye to convince him otherwise.

He leaned over the wolf, pinning them to the counter. Now this is playing dirty. How on Earth were they supposed to focus when he’s staring them down like that? Their mind was wandering to some unholy territory, but they needed to win this argument.

“In my family, the birthday person don’t do shit ‘round the house.”

“Well in my family, the guests are served first. You got a problem with that, pretty boy?”

After a few moments of staring into each other’s eyes, Sam shook his head and picked Darlin’ up and carried them to a stool. Placing them down, he commanded, “Now you’re gonna sit pretty o’er here while I do the dishes, understood?”

Well shit. With a voice like that, how can they not listen to him? With a dazed look and complaints dying on their tongue, Darlin’ nodded. “I ain’t gon’ eat till you done, asshole.”

He smirked and promptly started on the dishes. “Of course, didn’t expect nothin’ less.” With that, his focus went back to the dishes, trying to finish up as fast as they can to end Darlin’s hunger strike.

They placed their arms on the table, resting their chin on it to stare at the man in front of them. For a selfish moment, they let their eyes indulge in the braids in his hair to his tan and unmarred skin to those built arms. They, of course, let their eyes linger on his arms, thinking about how big they are, how much work it went into achieving that size…

…How they would feel wrapped around their waist… How safe they would make them feel…

“Have I ever told you why I moved to Dahlia?”

He paused his dishwashing, looking up at the birthday wolf. Raising his eyebrows, he says, “How come?” It was rare that the wolf spoke about themselves, let alone their life before Dahlia.

They took a deep breath. “I was 15 and walkin’ back from a basketball game. It was December, so it was dark as shit at 4 PM. Not that it was a problem, I always walked alone, so it was whatever.” They straightened their back. “I thought it was a good idea to walk alone ‘cuz I didn’t wanna wait in the cold for 15 minutes just for a packed bus to come. Besides, the walk wasn’t that bad.”

Darlin’ chuckled at their stupidity. In hindsight, it was so easy to see their mistake. “Halfway through, a white van pulled up beside me and some assholes dragged me inside. Knocked me out too. Took me to some fightin’ ring bullshit since they could tell I was a shifter.”

Sam put the rest of his dishes away and walked around to stand besides Darlin’. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

They shook their head with a laugh. “Oh I wasn’t there for long. Someone saw me get taken and the license plate of the van so the cops could track ‘em. There were some that had been there from time, though. I got out ‘fore I got thrown in the ring. But, like, let’s be honest, I woulda kicked some ass.”

(Sam didn’t need to know that Darlin’ was convinced they were never going to get out. That the fact the police even looked for them was a miracle. Disappearing kids weren’t a new phenomenon to them. Everyone growing up had a friend or a family member that was taken but never found. Darlin’ was convinced they were going to be another statistic in a long line of tragic lives that ended quickly.)

(No one cares for the Black and Brown kids from Scarborough.)

He flicked their forehead gently. “Just ‘cus it didn’t last for long don’t mean it wasn’t fuckin’ terrifyin’. You were just a kid, Darlin’.”

Yeah. Yeah, they were just a kid.

They sniffled and wiped their eyes. “Right, um, yeah. Anywho, my parents didn’t think the city was safe anymore, so we packed our bags and moved out here.” The pleading that the event was a one time thing didn’t stop the rushed search of a new home. Within a month, Darlin’ had to say goodbye to all their friends and the neighbourhood they grew up in. Resentment and denial brewed in them, thinking this was all a dream until they stepped onto the plane.

The silence was deafening, filled with unsaid comforts and reassurances.

Why on Earth did they drop that story on him? Sam had only come by to celebrate their birthday, something he didn’t even have to do. He didn’t ask for this story and Darlin’ never voluntarily gave out information. They’ve always been taught that people will use their secrets against them, using their own trauma as knives to further hurt them. Not that it would stop people from spilling their story.

Ripping their heart on a silver platter to feed the wolves around them, but it was never enough. So they would break and build themselves to entertain and if they could get a good laugh, then their job would be complete. Because even if it was better to have no friends than bad friends, they so desperately wanted connections that they would smile with bloody teeth and bruised lips to convince themselves that people were laughing with them and not at them.

But Sam wouldn’t do that to them. (It wasn't a question or an unsure statement, it was the truth.)

Breaking the silence, Darlin’ looked Sam in the eye. “You wanna hear about me bein’ a dumbass?”

Sam scoffed, “Is your version of bein’ dumbass include you dying in a ditch?” They knew he said it in jest, but there was an undertone of desperation and fear in his voice. Darlin’ wishes they could soothe that pain in his voice.

“No, no, not that kind of dumbass.” They grab a couple of plates and the takeout Sam brought so they can have some food with a less depressing story. “Have I mentioned that I have family in the south?” They let out a giggle at the indignant noise that Sam let out. They kept this fact hidden from him because they knew once he found out, they’d be in for another lecture on how ‘every southern person ain’s cowboy.’

“So you know bein’ southern don’t equal bein’ a cowboy? But you still call me cowboy every damn chance you can get?” He sat next to them, facing towards the wolf. One arm resting on the table while the other rubs his face in frustration. “They didn’t teach ya any southern manners? Maybe they should have their southern card revoked.”

They rolled their eyes and handed him a plate. “Oh ha ha. You got jokes now, wait til I tell you this story.” They sat next to him and started eating the food. Shocked by the quality of the food, Darlin’ moaned out a thank you to Sam for buying all this food.

(Sam get your mind out of the gutter and get your friend under control.)

Swallowing the food, they continued with the story. “So, I don’t know why, but my cousin was obsessed with me also havin’ a southern accent. So he-” They started to chuckle at the memory. Chuckles turned to full blown laughter to Darlin’ clutching their stomach in pain. It had been a while since they let out a laugh this loud, but it felt good to not contain themselves for once.

“Sounds like a good story if you can’t tell it without laughin’.” Adoration in his eyes, he kept looking at Darlin’. They didn’t notice it, too busy keeping themselves from choking on the food they just ate.

Finally calming down and completely breathless, Darlin’ finished their story. “I don’t know why he did this, but he told me that all southern people end their sentences with ‘yeehaw’. So for the longest time, I always add a ‘yeehaw’ to the end of southern sentences.”

“So… Do you do that with me?”

Their silence was enough to confirm the vampire’s suspicions and send him on the table laughing.

Darlin’ gently assaulted Sam, making sure they weren’t doing serious damage, but enough to let him know that they don't appreciate his reaction. In all honesty they weren’t completely against this reaction. For as long as Darlin’ known Sam, he wouldn’t let a smile slip on his face, let alone laughter. A real shame too, Sam has such an ethereal smile and an infuriatingly melodic laugh. It wasn’t fair! Why was he so pretty when laughing at them?

(Darlin’ thinks back to their earlier thoughts. About how they’d keep people laughing at them to keep them around. Usually, it hurt to be the town’s object of ridicule and criticism, but maybe it’s a sin to keep from laughing. So perhaps they found themselves genuinely smiling along with him for the first time in ever.)

With a huff, Darlin’ says, “How dare you make fun of my naivety, Samuel? You mean and vile and vicious vampire.” They turn away from him, facing the delicious cake that he bought and hiding the stupid smile they have on their face. Come to think of it, how did Sam know to buy chocolate cake? It is one of those cakes that are universally loved, so it’s a good assumption. Yet to their knowledge, Sam only knew them as a ‘sweets disliker’. A delusional part of them wants to think that they’re so linked that he didn’t need to be told. (Or give David one less punch.)

Once Sam’s laughter finally dies down, Darlin’ turns back around and asks him, “Why the chocolate cake?” He tilted his head in confusion, yet silent to give them the room to continue. “I mean- not a lot of people know I like chocolate.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “If I tell ya, promise you won’t hurt nobody?”

“No promises can be made.”

“David told me to buy you one.”

Oh, so that is one less punch for David. The fact that he remembered that weird fact about themself was a testament of how much time and change their Alpha has gone through. (And how they’ve stagnated, using their pain as a blanket to keep them from getting older.)

With a shake of their head and a childish huff, they grab the cake and a knife. “Of course he did. Fuckin’ asshole.” They moved to slice the cake, before Sam stopped them with a shit eating smile on his face. “Don’t I gotta sing you a song?”

“No you don't-”

“Happy Birthday to you.”~

Darlin’ groaned and covered their ears. The only thing that has going for him is that it's Sam singing and he's a better singer than Asher. They threw their arms up in defeat, having given up in stopping him from singing, and definitely not because they wanted to listen to his heavenly voice.

Once the performance was done, Darlin’ cut two slices of cakes, one for themselves and the vampire they love. It was simple and quiet, the perfect way to end their birthday. No performing for other people or coercion to have fun. Quinn wasn’t hovering over their shoulder taking random bites from their neck.

“You know, I’m sorry I couldn’t get a proper gift for you,” he apologized with sincerity, but that sincerity had him leaning back, avoiding a flick on his forehead from Darlin’. “What! It’s true!”

Quietly, they grabbed a pillow from their couch and started to hit him. He can’t get away for doing all of this and saying it isn’t enough. What a fool. (Oh, they want him so fucking desperately.) Darlin’ scoffed, “You have already done enough for me! What more do you wanna do?”

With a smile, he gently grabbed their wrist and moved it down, ending the tirade of pillow attacks. They were paralyzed in one spot, completely enamoured by Sam. It wasn’t a trance, they were infinitely familiar with the oppressive hold of one. This was something stronger and more personal, they felt it in their core. Technically, vampires are incapable of bridging since they are dead creatures of the night, but this was the closest either of them were going to get to. Sam raised a hand to place on their cheek, thumb rubbing the scar under their eye. Almost like he could heal every scar and mark on their body, no matter how deep and violating they may be.

He leaned over, whispering in their ear, “All I want to give you…”

“Is a goddamn sense of preservation.”

“Oh, you ASSHOLE!”

The sounds of Sam’s laughter, Darlin’s cursing, a vampire zipping around and a wolf shifting were coming from their shitty apartment. For the first time, Dahlia has felt like home.

(David, Asher, Milo and their mates left when they heard the sounds of joy coming from the wolf’s little home. It was best not to disturb the two while they’re having fun. The pack can always throw a belated party for them.)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted darlin #redacted sam #lets play a game #which stories are real and which ones are fabricated for the fic hehehehe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

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Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, borei p’ri hagafen.

Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’ratza vanu, v’shabbat kod’sho b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchilanu, zikaron l’ma’aseh b’reishit. Ki hu yom t’chila l’mikra-ay kodesh, zaycher l’tziat mitzrayim. Ki vanu vacharta v’otanu kidashta mikol ha’amim. V’shabbat kod-shi-cha b’ahava uv’ratzon hinchal tanu. Baruch ata Adonai, mi’kadesh ha Shabbat.

(Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who creates the fruit of the vine.

Blessed are you, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, how has sanctified us with his commandments and favored us, and given us in love and favor his holy Shabbat as an inheritance, as a remembrance of the act of creation. For this day is the beginning of all holy days, a remembrance of the Exodus from Egypt. For you have chosen us and you have blessed us from among all the nations. And you have bequeathed us your holy Shabbat in love and favor. Blessed are you, Lord, who sanctifies Shabbat.)

Feel this, to all those races, colors, and creeds, every man bleeds

For the countless victims and all the families of the murdered, tortured, enslaved

Raped, robbed and persecuted — Never Again

To the men, women, and children who died in their struggle to live

Never to be forgotten, proving Ben-Menachem, yo…

My own blood dragged through the mud

Perished in my heart, still cherished and loved

Stripped of our pride, everything we lived for

Families cried, there's nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

Tossed to the side, access denied

6 million died, for what?

Yo, a man shot dead in his back

Helpless women and children under constant attack

For no reason 'til the next season and we still bleeding

Yo it's freezing and men burn in Hell, some for squeezing

No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe

Moving targets who walk with the star on their sleeve

Forever marked with a number tattooed to your body

Late night, eyes closed, clutched to my shotty

Having visions, flashes of death camps and prisons

No provisions, deceived by the Devil's decisions

Forced into a slave, death before dishonor

For those men who were brave, shot and sent to their grave

Can't awaken, it's too late, everything's been taken

I'm shaken, family, history in the making

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own (Never again)

Some fled through the rumors of wars

But most left for dead, few escaped to the shores

With just one loaf of bread, banished

Called in for questioning and vanished, never to be seen again

I can't express the pain, that was felt in the train

To Auschwitz, tears poured down like rain

Naked, face to face with the master race

Hatred, blood, and David, my heart belongs to God and stays sacred

Rabbis and priests, disabled individuals

The poor, the scholars — all labeled common criminals

Mass extermination, total annihilation

Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for liquidation

Tortured and starved, innocent experiments

Stripped down and carved up or gassed to death

The last hour, I smelled the flowers

Flashbacks of family then sent to the showers

Powerless, undressed, women with babies clumped tight to their chest — crying

Who would've guessed — dying

Another life lost, count the cost

Another body gas-burned and tossed in the Holocaust

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again leave our sons and daughters

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d and everything we own

Never again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughter

Never again shall we sit and take orders

Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name

(Never again) Raped of our freedom and thrown into the flames

Forced from our families, taken from our homes

Removed from our G-d then burned of our bones (Never again)

Never Again. Never Again.

From the USA to Afghanistan

From Israel to Pakistan

From Iraq to Iran

To Russia, Poland, and France

From China over to Japan

Worldwide

Never Again

Shema Yisrael Adonai eloheinu Adonai ehad

(“Hear O Yisrael, the Lord is our G-d, the Lord is One.” The Shema is the most important prayer in Judaism. It is the declaration of our faith in one G-d. Jews say the Shema prayer every day, in the morning and evening. And we also say the Shema before we die.)

FIRE!

*GUNSHOT*

#jewish history #jumblr #never again #never forget #never again is now #international holocaust remembrance day #shoah #NOTE: I report and block antisemites. If any antisemites comment on this post you will be reported and blocked. You have been warned.#Youtube

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thank you to @sclairereject for the inspiration for the post, because i never have anything to post about half the time. however as someone who does do tarot (i'm spiritual), i wanna put my own twist to this. (ppl have their own interpretations, but the cards still have definitions)

Redacted Boys (includes Alexis) Major Arcana Tarot Cards:

I'd also like to say that these are just my takes, and things that I've noticed and felt. I don't have everyone on here, as I got tired writing this halfway through, so I don't have everyone on here.

SHAW PACK:

David Shaw is the Magician, specifically because he was trying to find his power and voice as leader, in which he did.

Milo Greer is the Chariot, because of sense of direction and will power. He tries his best to do what's right, even if it hurts him in the process.

Asher Talbot is the Strength card, due to his overcoming self-doubt, his compassion, and his bravery in situations. In reverse, this card represents self-doubt, lack of confidence, and vulnerability.

SOLAIRE CLAN

Vincent is the Lovers card, standing by his personality alone, resembling unity, balance, partnerships, and choices.

Sam is the Justice card, associated with fairness, truth, balance, and legal matters. I feel like Sam genuinely cares about what's right, and wants to help no matter what, even if he says he wants to stay out of things. He has this sense to try to make things right, even if things may get rocky. He's a healer by heart, and tries his best to do what's best for everyone in a situation.

William is the Hierophant, it is associated with education, knowledge, traditions, and institutions. I dont really have a reason for this one other than vibes.

Alexis the Judgement card, due to her past actions as well as her personality. This card represents reflection, rebirth, transition, and decision-making. In reverse, this card represents self-doubt, poor choices, stubbornness, blame, and confusion.

Porter is the Tower card. It represents trauma, destruction, unexpected change, revelation, chaos, awakening, and warning. We know that Porter is in fact "The Blade" of the Solaire Clan, and we know that he somewhat regrets it in some way, as well as him having trauma from this and his maker.

DAMN SQUAD

Gavin is The World, as it symbolizes success, fulfilment, and an end of a cycle. I feel like this represents him due to his change with the Freelancer, him being able to open up and enjoy his life with them and his friends. Gavin never really considered Aria his home, but more so just a place he lived at. In his SBW, he talks about how Dhalia has become his home, as Freelancer and the DAMN squad had helped him change his view on it (as well as change him).

Damien is the Sun, mostly in reverse, this academic over-achiever has a little bit of an ego. He's also quite pessimistic and has unrealistic expectations that were set on him by other people. However, the Sun is also associated with positivity, happiness, freedom and vitality. Which I think Damien has learned throughout his years of being friends with the Freelancer, that it's okay to take a break sometimes and just have fun.

Huxley is the Star, as he tries to maintain his happy and positive self for everyone else, turning to inspire others and give them hope with their problems. However Huxley also experiences negativity, hopelessness, failure. I think Huxley somewhat feels like the things in life get too repetitive, and he sometimes loses interest in certain things or just becomes bored with them from a tedious routine.

And finally Lasko, is the Fool, mostly from vibes, however The Fool is an air element card, which represents new beginnings, a leap of faith, and loyalty. Lasko sees the DAMN squad as family, in which he's very loyal to. I feel like during his time at DAMN, he's experienced time after time a new beginning, from Damien and him becoming friends to him and Coworker having a relationship.

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fandxmslxt69 · 1 month

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CLEM!!!

Happy birthday, lovely! I hope you're happy and healthy! So sorry I didn't see your post earlier, I've been having a very hectic year with studying, working and just generalized stuff! BUT BUT I couldn't send you a inbox!

So like a said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you are one of the sweetest mutuals ever! And to celebrate that a gotta ask

What is your latest read?

And I want to know your all time favorite Jason fics, please with links and all!

LOVE OF MY LIFE HELLO!!!

OMG PLS DONT APOLOGISE I KNOW HOW HECTIC LIFE CAN GET!! i hope you are taking good care of yourself, resting and relax outside of studies and work!!! remember that none of it matters if you aren't feeling good <33

MY LATEST READ OKAY

um truth be told my love i have been in SUCH a slump lately,,,, its been tough out here.

i only read like 3 books very recently (last month or so)

I did read All The Little Raindrops by Mia Sheridan my QUEEN. its like a mystery thriller with a side of romance!!! Sheridan's books are ALWAYS a hit (she's very popular for her booktok famous Archer's Voice? And Travis !!) I've read like. most of her books at this point. I have never devoted myself to an author so much. She got me into the whole thriller genre and I LOVE her. so much. ITS SO GOOD AAAA. its not for the faint of heart and on more than once i find myself with the need to throw up with how HORRIFYING and messed up some of this stuff is (most of her thriller books are not for the faint of heart. lots of horrific stuff that is all too real and it makes it 10x more disturbing). Anyway i loved it i think i gave it a 4/5 stars it was so so good

2. i ALSO started Ana Huang's If Love series. I literally never shut up about Ana Huang like. EVER and i had been wanting to read this for a while and IM SO GLAD I GOT IT STARTED !!! Its a LOT less popular than hr Twisted and Kings of Sin series; she wrote it well before she got popular/published but its so good. its def not Twisted/Kings of Sin series but it makes it sooo clear how much she's grown in her writing, character development and general story telling!!! I read the first 2 books and UGHGUGHUFGHUFGHG yeah. new comfort series fr fr fr fr.

I also got digging through Lynn Painter's works (Love Wager, Mr Wrong Number, Better Than The Movies, etc) 10/10 her rom coms are sacred to me. this was a while ago though like. months ago lmao but i think abt her books always!!!

OH OH OMG I READ BIRTHDAY GIRL BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS !!!! SOME TIME AGO!!! yeah it changed my brain chemistry. i dont remember if i told you or not. but it changed my life. i think about it always.

edit: omg shut up i forgot i read some banger books months ago that i did not mention. i ate up Liz Tomforde's sports romance series (Windy City series) it was SO FREAKING GOOD. she had hockey romance, she had basketball romance she had BASEBALL ROMANCE. 10/10 amazing vibes

I ate through the latest of Lauren Asher's (Love Redesigned) IT WAS ALSO HELLA GOOD!! Ana Huang's King of Greed was also a vibe. not my fav but it was good. I ALSO delved into hockey romance SOOO DEEP. Fav series is probably Becka Mack's Playing For Keeps. It's the silliest stupidest fluffy no plot head empty series ever. the first book is 90% porn. its just for the giggles. the second is a bit better but the third is def the best in terms of actual plot & character development for example but the vibes are astronomical and i live for them

i ALSO started reading Sarah Adam's small town romance series (very very good). All fluffy fall vibes. CHLOE GONG HAD COME OUT WITH A NEW BOOK IN THE SUMMER AND I GOT TO IT AROUND THE NEW YEAR AND IT WAS SOOO GOOOD. Immortal Longings mm......she destroyed me once again.

OKAY ALL TIME FAV JASON FICS ok i dont have links (is lazy to go find links) but i will tell you two blogs im like religiously stalking:

@in-som-niyah has AMAZING THOUGHTS on Jason 10/10 i love getting all my jason content from her GOD BLESS THE HARDWORKING PEOPLE OF TUMBLR DOT COM

@fcthots also has some kick ass Jason stuff....like....from smutty to fluffy and domestic its....yeah. oooghgubjgubgn yeah yeah.

anyway i've probably forgotten to mention a bunch of books but thats all i can remember that was actually good. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN READING !!!

#clem talks <3 #Clem's Birthday Hang Out #loml <33

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no-see-um-incorrect · 6 months

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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

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted monarchal summit

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Headcanons for the Shaw Pack Co-hosting a Red Moon Association Blood Drive

Another blood donation, another day I lowkey hope that the nurse who takes my blood is named Vincent, Sam, William, or variations thereof. I didn’t see any Solaires at the drive today, but I’m sure they were around somewhere.

I’ve posted about my headcanon that Sweetheart donates blood both on tumblr and in a fic called Cross My Heart. Then, I ended up fleshing out a little bit more about vampiric blood drives that the Red Moon Association, a charity founded by William and run in part by Sam, in a fic called Packed with Love. In that fic, David expressed the Shaw Pack’s commitment to supporting the RMA’s mission to provide a constant supply of blood to vampires living outside of cornerstone cities who don’t have access to blood bags or live donation events. I started thinking about what that support might look like…

David: David serves as the recovery area attendant. He ensures that after people donate, they feel well and are provided ample hydration (water and a variety of juices) and snacks (including pretzels, peanut butter crackers, fruit gummies, chocolate-chip mini muffins, and more.) David selects the options with care, always making sure that everyone will like something. Occasionally, donors get shy about helping themselves to food and drinks. David, however, is not shy about informing donors of the importance of eating and drinking afterwards. Likewise, if a donor tries to skip out before they recover for the recommended 15 minutes, David will persuasively remind them to sit down and wait for their own good. If someone begins to feel faint or dizzy, David will be at their side and call over a healer/healthcare provider to evaluate. When there is a lull or a no-show for an appointment, David rolls up his sleeve and provides his own blood through the traditional donation method, even though he detests medical procedures.

Angel: Angel volunteers to give blood, though as an informed unempowered person, they actually opt to provide a live feeding as their donation. They had a vampire phase when they were younger and never really got over it. Angel likes to assure the vampires, especially the ones who were turned recently, that the process can be enjoyable for the donor and that a vampire should never feel guilty for taking blood ethically, because that’s how they survive. Their friendly, extraverted nature not only helps the vampire who feeds on them that day, but also encourages vampires to return for future live feedings. Angel’s preferred biting spot in the left side of their neck.

Asher: Asher is responsible for deciding on and distributing the incentive for donors. He takes this job seriously, spending hours designing an exclusive T-Shirt, a trendy thermos, a handy tote bag, or something else, plus a matching sticker set, that sports the Red Moon Association logo. Once he finishes creating the product, Asher also ensures that he orders enough items for every appointment (plus extra in case there are walk-ins) in every size available so all donors can feel excited to show off their new merchandise. Asher will also donate, as long as Babe reminds him to schedule an appointment in time. He is open to donating either through a traditional method or as part of a live feeding.

Babe: Babe serves as the one who checks donors in when they arrive. Babe has the job down to an art. Armed with two touchscreens/scanners, their trusty calendar, a mug for of pens, a stack of informational pamphlets about donation options, best practices, and the RMA’s mission, Babe makes sure everyone knows exactly what is happening, when it is going to happen, and where to sit as they wait for it to happen. Like David, Babe will also donate via the traditional method to fill in any gaps, though sometimes, their high blood pressure level prevents them from donating.

Milo: Once the drive date and time is set, Milo is the one who gets the word out to all of Dahlia. He designs and disseminates ads that promote the drive to reach potential donors and potential live receipts. He also keeps a listserv of all past donors and periodically sends email updates about the upcoming drive, which means that Milo must also be responsible for any questions people might have about donating or scheduling an appointment. For those not comfortable with technology, Milo also will schedule them for a donation on the phone and then manually input the information into the system. Milo has tried to give blood in the past, but after being turned away due to his hemoglobin levels repeatedly, he has realized that a successful blood drive requires all types of support, and that he plays an important role even without giving blood.

Sweetheart: Sweetheart has been a regular donor since they began their career at D.U.M.P. to support the vampiric community, so they are a pro when it comes to hydrating and maintaining a healthy iron level pre- and post-donation. They always make sure to time their donations so that they will be eligible for the RMA drives that the Shaw Pack hosts because they love the chance to spend time with their pack while helping others. Sweetheart has a collection of incentive gifts they have earned over the years. They prefer to donate through the traditional methods, though if asked, Sweetheart will agree to a live feeding (preferably via their wrist.)

Darling: Darling, too, is a frequent donor as they want to do all they can to support Sam’s work with the RMA. Darling has found that when they donate, they prefer to do so in their wolf form. They claim that being in their wolf form prevents any bruising, but Sam suspects they just like the chance to show off. When they finish their donation and can move freely about the area, Darling will often check to see if anyone is nervous or scared at the sight of needles/blood. If someone is struggling, Darling likes to offer their services as an emotional support wolf to help distract them until the donation is complete. Afterwards, they might shift into their human form for a moment to remind the donor that their fear doesn’t undermine the courage they showed by making the donation or the gift they’ve provided to vampires in need.

Sam: Sam serves in a leadership position for the RMA, so Sam organizes the drive. He arranges for the proper funding so that empowered healers and informed, unempowered healthcare providers are present and fully staffed. Sam also oversees that the donated blood is delivered safely to wherever it needs to go and coordinates transportation so that vampires living in non-cornerstone cities can attend the drive to participate in a live feeding. It’s a lot of constant work, but nothing makes Sam happier to see everyone come together to help and to support those in need.

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zegrasbabyyy · 2 years

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If you stumbled upon this, welcome to my account!! I’m Kelsey and this is my first post! If you enjoy it you can totally send requests in! I can write fics, imagines, blurbs, or these insta edits on a list of hockey players that I’ll post soon!! If you want a part 2 lmk! I hope you enjoy :)

@y/nhughes posted!

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y/nhughes: This new upcoming project holds such a special place in my heart. Couldn’t be more grateful to be apart of this amazing cast and crew. Stay tuned for more info coming soon 🎥🤫

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thecw: all we have to say is welcome to Beverly Hills 🤫

|➪ colecaufield: what is that supposed to mean 🤨

|➪ y/nhughes: shhhh you’ll give it away🫢 @thecw

jackhughes: proud of you bug !! can’t wait to watch 💛

|➪ y/nhughes: love you rowdy 💛

trevorzegras: look at my little actress go #1fan 🥺❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: you’re too sweet 🥺❤️

thombordeleau_: @brendan.brisson LOOK AT OUR SHINING STAR 🥺

|➪ brendan.brisson: OUR LITTLE SHINING STAR IS KILLING IT 🥺

|➪ y/nhughes: I love you guys so much 🥺

codychristian: they ain’t ready 🤭

|➪ y/nhughes: they really aren’t 🤪

|➪ colecaufield: hmmmm who’s your friend y/n? 🤨

|➪ y/nhughes: none ya business coley 🥴

lhughes_06: keep killing it bug! miss you💜

|➪ y/nhughes: love and miss you duke’s! come visit cali soon❣️

edwards.73: my fav celebrity 😇

|➪ y/nhughes: e, you’re my icon ⭐️

greta.onieogou: my new bff 🥰

|➪ y/nhughes: my new bestie girl ☺️

|➪ colecaufield: hmmm who’s you’re other friend that we don’t know? 🤔

|➪ y/nhughes: bye cole 😄

jordanbrisson12: tell me what it is, i’ll keep it a secret don’t worry 😅

quinnhughes_: our little bug is growing up 🥺 @jackhughes @lhughes_06

|➪ jackhughes: i don’t like it 😭

|➪ lhughes_06: neither do i 😫

|➪ y/nhughes: i’ll always be your little bug ❤️

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trevorzegras: Took my beautiful girl to Disneyland today to celebrate her new amazing upcoming project and finished the night off by dancing with her under the fireworks. Y/n, I’m so proud of you and all that you have been able to accomplish so far. I don’t think anyone is ready for what you are about to put out into the world. You are magic my love. No one makes me happier than you, i love you baby ❤️ #biggestfan

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anaheimducks: our favorite couple 🧡

y/nhughes: TREVOR 🥺🦋 my sweet boy you always know how to give me a rush of so many butterflies. no one makes me happier than you. you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. my heart is yours forever. i love you more than you’ll ever know squish ❤️

|➪ trevorzegras: not even possible, i love you way more than you’ll ever know. you and i forever baby girl ❤️

jaime.drysdale: this used to be us and now you’ve replaced me 😪

|➪ trevorzegras: it isn’t like that and you know it 😥

jackhughes: i don’t like where your hands are mr. zegras

|➪ lhughes_06: i’m not a fan of the hand placement either. what do you have to say for yourself?

|➪ trevorzegras: i have no further comment at this time..

tterry19: who knew z could be this sweet #certifiedsimp

|➪ trevorzegras: only for her

thecw: this melts our hearts to see our girl so happy🥺

quinhughes_: love seeing my bug happy

|➪ y/nhughes: i love you q

_alexturcotte: mom and dad

|➪ trevorzegras: son

daniterry1: such cuties

|➪ trevorzegras: i know we’re cuter than you and troy 🤭

@y/nhughes posted!

Liked by: @trevorzegras, @_alexturcotte, @cwallamerican & 1.8 million others

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y/nhughes: I am so excited that I finally get to share with everyone my newest project! Meet Natalie Gray, Beverly Hills resident it girl, Asher Adam’s girlfriend, JJ Parker’s bestie, and a girl with a heart of gold that would do anything for anyone!

Playing the role of Natalie has been a dream come true! I will be forever grateful that I have been chosen to tell her emotionally raw and real story. I can’t wait for you guys to finally see what myself, the insanely talented cast, and of course the incredibly hard working crew, writers, and creators have been putting together over the past few months. I hope you guys love the show as much as we do!

Make sure to check out All American premiering October 10th on the CW at 9/8c you won’t want to miss it! Bye gotta go back to filming ! <33

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cwallamerican: We love Beverly’s resident it girl!

nhl: What can’t the Hughes family do?! Congrats y/n on your new show!! We can’t wait to check it out!

trevorzegras: can’t wait to watch baby girl ❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: i can’t wait for you to watch too bubs💕

jaime.drysdale: congrats y/n , excited to watch 💛

|➪ y/nhughes: thank you jaim!! 💛

codychristian: the best co star and tv gf !!

|➪ y/nhughes: no way you’re the best!!

|➪ trevorzegras: no i think i’m the best

|➪ colecaufield: a jealous tz is entering the comment section

|➪ y/nhughes: no need for jealousy @trevorzegras yk ily with my whole being 🥺

|➪ trevorzegras: ily even more than that baby 🥺

|➪ lhughes_06: disgusting

hunterclowdus: nat bestie

|➪ y/nhughes: jj bestie

thombordeleau_: I’m so proud of you chicky!! You better believe we’ll all be at the premiere! ❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: BORDY bestie ily 🥺🥺🥺

|➪ brendan.brisson: I’ll be there with a megaphone cause ily chicky and I’m so proud of you ❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: BRENNY bestie ily but pls don’t show up with a megaphone 🥺🥺🥺

_alexturcotte: SO PROUD OF YOU BOO <3

|➪ y/nhughes: awww thank you lexy <3

jackhughes: yay bug!!

jordanbrisson12: i think @cwallamerican should consider me as a guest star in an episode ;)

|➪ cwallamerican: we’ll keep you in mind when we’re looking for one!

|➪brendan.brisson: oh god no he’s terrible at acting!

|➪ y/nhughes: jordy yk ily but maybe you should stick to hockey

|➪ brendan.brisson: that’s her nice way of saying you suck!

#trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras #hockey #umich hockey #usa hockey #jack hughes #brendan brisson #insta edit #thomas bordeleau imagine #umich imagine #luke hughes #anaheim ducks #nhl fanfiction #trevor zegras x hughes sister

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a-new-oasis · 4 months

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From Tamara Fleming's Simtube Video: 'Raising Teenage Boys'

For many mommas intending to raise Watcherly children, the thorn in their side, their test is the teenage stage. Here is where the Watcher tests us all! These kids are growing up, they want to be independent, they want to do all the things the secular media has told them are "cool".

I remember I was a pain for my mother, fiercely rebellious and foolish girl I was. I wanted to cut my hair short, wear makeup and stilettos going on about how I'm equal to men! It's harder with teenage boys, who are some of the most vulnerable to sin in their youths.

So how can you raise teen boys?

Training them up for Adulthood

One of my favourite verses has always been Proverbs 22:6 - Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. I often come back to now as a momma of seven children. It is important at any age, crucial as our boys become men.

My standards for my boys is to be good, watcher-honouring men now so they can be good husbands and fathers. In your teenage years, what you are taught sticks, as I know. So, me and Xavier are training up Asher, and getting Benji ready for their adulthood.

Since I homeschool my children, it is easier than those who are reliant on the system. After all, it is hard to block your ears with all the time and still graduate! But nonetheless, Asher spends his time wildly. As much as the secularists would say our religious education is worthless, he learns more they do with their gender junk!

He helps out with Sunday School, supports our veterans and our unborn brothers in the Watcher. Since my husband's workplace put its faith in the Watcher's plan, he also helps out a couple days a week.

I know, already, I will get some comments about how teaching is a feminine job. I see you people. The holy men taught. A pastor teaches his flock. Teaching in the ministry of the Watcher is masculine! Plus, Asher will be a dad one day I hope, he must provide and occasionally providing as a father does mean teaching your sons and daughters in His way!

Hobbies

You might say, "woah, Tam, you pack your son busy with work". You're right! He's a busy young man. But if you work hard, you deserve to have hobbies. Watcher-honouring hobbies.

He goes to the library a lot. His current favourite is Russian Classic literature, specifically Dostoevsky. Not to mention the Bible! I think my sister has a rival for highlighting. He also works out, Xavier encourages him to take to weightlifting, but he's more interesting in climbing wall! One day, he wants to go Mt. Komerobi, maybe even take the gospel with him.

I still make him do his school work, don't fret! He has a knack for numbers like I did in my youth in between all the feminist garbage I was spoonfed.

Standards

I mentioned before about standards. *cheesy rewind effect* My standards for my boys is to be good, watcher-honouring men now so they can be good husbands and fathers. In order to train them up well in the way of Proverbs and Ephesians, there must be standards like good, Watcherly Moses!

For my sons that means:

No grave sins - no sex, no drugs, no rock'n'roll.

Honour and obey their parents. If Xavier says no. It's a no, that's the law of the land.

Must earnestly pray and surrender their hearts to the Lord

Must attend church every Wednesday and Sunday. In proper, modest attire. No shorts in the house of the Watcher!

Champion being a courteous, amiable person, especially to those struggling with the Watcher. And those less fortunate - the old, the poor, women and youngling.

Devote themselves to the Gospel and its command of evangelism

Media Access

Now, I know some people would call me "extreme" but one place where I'd probably get flack from my colleagues, even within my own church here in Oasis Springs - media access.

I allow Asher to use our home computer for whatever. Schoolwork, writing for our newsletter, spreading the word. He's also allowed his own phone since the Watcher has blessed us with abundance in this season of life. There's two catches there before anyone accuses me of leaving my baby so exposed to sin!

Passwords, give them to me! If he signs up to any website, I get the password just to check for anything sinful. I also check his phone semi-regularly (though he doesn't know when) for the same reason! Teenagers are sneaky - I was one.

Xavier discovered this software called Custodian, it monitors any web access and blocks anything too illicit. He and Asher are accountability buddies. My husband says that's his domain and of course I defer.

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srorgana1 · 6 months

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Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (Dead Dove), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Twenty Seven

The clang of metal echoes through the hall, ringing in the air. Kylo can almost see it if he squints hard enough. The vibrations of metal and footsteps dance with the dust as they ricochet off the thick magick laden wall. He tries to shake some feeling back into his hands, the manacles rattling again the chains. The cuffs grate against his raw open skin, sending a new wave of pain through his already overstimulated system.

He kneels back down, trying to stretch the muscles of his back. The thin cuts on his back and chest burn as his skin stretches. He shakes his filthy hair from his eyes and awaits the inevitable. They come daily or so it seems, to show him that he is nothing more then a sack of beaten bones, a fallen forgotten warrior. They laugh and goad him, asking where the fearsome Kylo Ren went.

Yes, so fearsome. My once great Black Knight a voice says in his mind. He grits his teeth and tries his best to shake Him out of his head. Please no not this he thinks. He can take the physical pain; the cuts and bruises from Angel blades and fists. But when He comes and riffles through his mind, putting visions in his head, it is the closest he comes to breaking.

His hearing goes fuzzy as he feels his claws dig into his mind, his body beginning to shake. White light flash behind his irises, visions of death and destruction flooding his brain. He sees multiple burning cities accentuated by a blood red sky. Demons running rampant, killing at random.

The vision switches to Takodona Castle in ruins, overran with demons. He sees Asher in a dark suit walking in through the decimated front doors as Hux reads from the book and waves his Angel blade. He smiles maliciously as he ascends the stairs towards Hux, whose face is as red as his hair from yelling.

Asher’s face darkens and his clawed hand swipes at Hux as the scene fades out, as a deep howl of pain and anguish echoes in his mind. He’s not sure if it’s him making that sound or something else but it doesn’t matter, what he sees next hurts more than anything else could.

He sees The Dark Throne, the black stone accented by surrounding candlelight. Two figures move atop the stone, their bodies attached in carnal bliss. He can hear their moans and growls of pleasure. The flames brighten as the man’s head raises from the a woman’s neck. Asher stares at him, his mouth and chin covered in blood. He smiles wickedly as he grips the her neck tightly, turning her towards Kylo.

His heart falls as he sees Rey’s face scrunched up in bliss, panting Asher’s name as his continues to fuck her in front of him. “She’s so lovely Ren” Asher growls “her magick and her pussy are just perfect”. Kylo tries to turn away but he cannot, his body not in his control. She opens her eyes and looks at him. Her beautiful sharp hazel eyes are gone, replaced by black demon eyes.

She smirks, turning away from Kylo as the vision fades once more, a dark laugh rumbling through the darkness. Kylo wants to gouge out his eyes and heart for what he just witnessed. His hearing sharpens out and he returns to his cool dark cell, his sharp inhales the only sound in the room. “Noo!” he roars, his body overwhelmed with emotional and physical pain. He slumps over, tears filling his eyes at the thought of Rey, his Rey, joining Him.

She wouldn’t a different voice says in his head, she is good, her magick is good. The voice repeats in his mind, honestly the only glimmer of hope he has left. He tries to think back to his previous torturous visions. There has to be something he’s missing as to why He keeps showing them to him. His eyes widen as he remembers one particular vision.

Rey is in the woods running from something, her face flushed beautifully. She stops suddenly as a group of dark figures encircle her. She stares at them with fear in her eyes as Asher steps out, offering her his hand. “Come Reyna, we must finish this. Join me” he says, his dark eyes never leaving her.

She shakes her head no as she raises her hands, her gold lines sparking. “Once Ren is gone, I will be complete, but I need you Rey. I need you break the bond…” His voice dissipates as the vision fades. Kylo huffs out a breath as the pieces finally fall into place in his head.

She is needed as much as he is. The ritual is not complete. The small spark of hope flares in his chest. The world still has a chance and it all lies with her. His Rey. He knows she is strong, but she hasn’t encountered anything like this before. He hopes with all his heart she stays true to herself.

The heavy footfalls of the guards stop in front of his cell pulling him from his thoughts. “Ren you awake in there?” one of them yells. Kylo says nothing, taking a deep shaky breath. He knows what comes next. The old metal grates as they unlock the door, the bright light from a torch temporarily blinding him. “Oh good you are awake, this will be fun after all” one chuckles. As they approach, he clears his mind. He has to trust in Rey and their connection. He has to hold onto hope.

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Asher growls lowly as he rises up, pushing the female demon off of him. She moans dramatically as she climbs off of him, spreading her legs so he can watch their combined fluids drip onto his black silk sheets. He scowls at her as she retreats across to the bed to the other female demon resting there. They stare at him as he stands, pulling on his pants.

They came running as soon as they felt him return. His followers hiding in dark corners of the world. It angered him and he punished some for their cowardice. They groveled at his feet, promising their loyalty and service. He set them on the world with a wave of his hand, for he had his own things to do.

He turns to his desk and smirks as he looks over his gruesome collection of severed heads. His dark ego swells as he remembers dispatching them, their black eyes wide with fear as they begged for mercy. His eyes land on a particular head, his anger rising quickly once more. Baal. How he played him and then tried to take his fucking place. Stupid hubristic fucker. He chuckled as he remembers his face when he and his hoard entered AXS and burned it to the ground. He made Baal watch before ending him.

He stretches his lean host’s muscles, enjoying the feeling of his strong virile form. It’s perfect even though his host is particularly annoying, rattling at his cage often. The female demons moan behind him as he walks to his desk and pours himself a glass of blood. It ignites his senses as his drinks it down, able to feel the magical signature within. He sets it down with a sigh.

He shuts eyes as he senses her coming. Her bright magick a seductive beacon. She will make the most beautiful dark queen, one worthy of reverence and fear and above all, him. He could feel how powerful she was as soon as he crossed the veil, her magick a perfect counterpart to his own.

He growls as his claws dig into the rich wood of his desk. She has refused him at every turn so far. He has promised her the world, showing her everything she could ever want. He tried different tactics each time: coercion, seduction, fear. Each time she refuses, her eyes burrow into him unafraid of who and what he is. It makes his cock hard at the thought of it. His fierce dark queen.

He rummaged through her head once, learning an important detail as she writhed and screamed on the floor. Her connection to Ren. It infuriated him that he could still smell him on her, that he got to taste her before him. He saw them intimate in her memories and it angered him on how much she cherished them. Damn the prophecy, he thinks. The first one wasn’t true and neither was this one. Their bond wasn’t the one foretold. He knows now to get to her he has to break Ren and his hold over her will be gone. It’s the only way.

He can feel his host banging at the walls once more, yelling how all of this wrong. He laughs at this weak boy’s pleas. He was truly a waste of superior magical blood. He pushes him away, silencing him. He looks down at his young strong form, reveling in that it’s so much better than his previous one.

He picks up his glass once more, willing the remaining liquid to become a vintage scotch as the doors open. She is led in by Dameron and Bronte, her hazel eyes lowered on her bound hands. They lead her to his couch, making her sit facing him. They bow and retreat quickly, shutting the doors with a solid thud.

He growls smelling the inferior demons’ lust for her. He can see their lewd and depraved thoughts. He will have to punish them for lusting after what is his. He watches her stare down at her hands, trying to ignore him and the two female demons on the bed. Their over dramatic noises becoming more and more irritating.

“Stop” he says, waiving a clawed hand in their direction. They stop instantly and watch him intensely. He turns back to Rey, waving his hand to magick a tray of expensive and exotic delicacies to appear in front of her. He pours her a glass of a rich merlot and places it in front of her as well. “I’m sorry for that Rey, that was inappropriate” he says smoothly.

She rolls her eyes, turning away from him. He eyes her form, his eyes caching her reddened and scabbed wrists. A part of him feels bad for restraining her but its overridden by his need to make her his first. “You know” he saws sitting next to her “it would be a lot easier for everyone if you took the time to reconsider my offer.”

Her eyes lock with his as he grabs an olive popping it in his mouth. “Your offer to turn on everything and everyone I hold dear? No thank you” she says coldly as he stares at her hands once more. He waves his hand, her bonds falling from her wrists. He moans loudly as he feels her delicious magick flowing freely around her, his cock twitching painfully in his pants in response.

He shifts his body, allowing her a good view of his erection. “That what you do to me, my queen” he says, sending her visions of the two of them together. How their magick will meld, a true dark dyad meant to rule this world. He’s so involved in the scenes in his mind that he almost doesn’t notice her shields raising quickly, blocking his influence.

He opens his eyes, snarling at her defiance. “You will submit” he growls “you will be mine!” His magick crackles around him as he stands, hovering over her. She doesn’t cower like the others, her eyes flashing with limitless power. “I will never be yours. I belong to no one and you will never win” she says lowly, her eyes never leaving his.

He curses as he pulls himself from her, his anger white hot. His magick crackles like black lightning along his skin as he bellows for Pryde. The door opens quickly, the demon standing at the threshold. “Bring him” he growls. Pryde nods and shuts the door. He looks back at Rey and at the female demons on the bed. If he cannot convince her, he will then have to break her as well.

He turns and sits on the bed in front of her, the female demons immediately wrapping themselves around him. He stares at Rey, smirking darkly as they kiss and nip at him, their clawed hands caressing his body. The door opens once more and he smiles as he watches Kylo being drug inside. Rey seems to immediately sense him because she turns quickly, her eyes wide in shock.

“Kylo” she whispers, her eyes immediately filling with tears as he is dumped in the center of the room. He shudders and groans, his wide shoulders shifting against his bonds. Kylo looks up quickly at the sound of her voice. His eyes redden and fangs descend quickly as he notices Asher sitting before him.

Asher growls deeply, standing and walks towards him slowly. The two females also rise and follow, hissing in his direction. Asher looks over to his left, beckoning the long dark haired female demon forward. She stops in front of Asher, her fangs barred and eyes black. “How the mighty have fallen” she laughs as Asher’s arm wraps around her torso, his long fingers playing with her long hair and the gold chain attached to her pierced nipples.

Asher smirks as he feels Kylo’s anger rise at seeing his one time consort Lilim in his arms. “I have won Kylo, just accept it” he says as he turns and looks at Rey. “I always win.” Asher’s eyes glow bright gold as Kylo suddenly screams in pain, his body twitching violently.

Rey stands quickly, her eyes full of tears as she rushes towards him. She almost makes it when a clawed hand grabs her waist and pulls her back. She gasps and cries, struggling against their hold. “Stop please” she cries as she watches Kylo’s body bend at an unnatural angle, his bones cracking loudly.

Asher looks over at her, drunk on the feeling of their pain and suffering. “You can stop this Reyna, you just have to say the word” he says softly. “Rey don’t” Kylo grits out as a new wave of pain hits him, his exhausted body collapsing onto the stone floor. She squeezes her eyes tightly as her tears flow freely.

Asher calls for Pryde once more, telling him to ready the ritual room. “It’s time” he says as he levitates Kylo’s still twitching form from the ground and sends him with Pryde. Rey sniffles as the doors close behind them. “Qarinah, Lilim, prepare our beautiful guest here” he says as he walks back to his desk “she must be perfect for tonight.”

But now for more pain and suffering...sorry not sorry 😜

A huge thank you to everyone for reading/commenting/following/likes! I honestly can't put into words how much it means to me ❤️ I always appreciate comments and likes🥰

A huge thank you also to my good friend and Beta @mrs-zimmerman ❤️ for letting me send her all types of weird ass ideas at all times of the day and NOT hate me for it 🤣

A spooky surprise is coming soon 🥰😉

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catharsis-in-darkness · 5 months

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Grief of Hearts Pt. 1

pairing: Ricky Olson x OFC Iris

warnings/tropes: slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, language,

summary: Iris' passion has always been passionate about music, specifically her band. What happens when she gets to open for her favorite band of all time and finally gets to meet her heroes?

author's note: enjoy this emotional rollercoaster yall

word count: 1011 words

Iris Hart

"Ya know I was thinking about it, and I think we should try to do some more ballads Riri." My best friend Nora told me from her place sitting at her drum kit.

I looked at her and raised my brow.

"What happened to 'oh my god Iris I want to hear you scream your lungs out, this song is too soft'??" I mocked her in a high-pitched tone.

"I'm just saying," She shrugged.

"Our most popular songs have more singing in them than screaming. Maybe we should try to do it more."

"I think she might be right Iris." Arlo said while grabbing his guitar from its stand.

I let out a groan. I have nothing against them wanting to do a different style of song, I just don't want to completely give up our bands sound to be popular. From the start, this was never about becoming famous. This has always been about making music that's genuine. I heard a scream making me flinch.

"WHAT'S UP BITCHESSSS!!" Carter, our bass player yelled walking into the garage.

"Do you have to do that every time?" Nora asked with a mug on her face. I let out a laugh and gave Carter a hug.

"Yes, Yes I do." He smiled innocently.

"Honestly, it keeps things interesting." I chuckled.

"Whatever, let's start with Psychopath." Nora said rolling her eyes.

"So I've been writing this song, it needs a little work though. I feel like the verses and chorus don't mesh well." I told the group as we sat in my basement. I pushed my hair behind my ear, grabbing my notebook showing them the lyrics. Before anyone could say anything, I was interrupted by my phone ringing. Our manager Asher was calling.

"Hey, Ash what's up?" I asked as I answered, putting him on speakerphone.

"Okay, so BIG news! I have a tour lined up for you guys!" He stated excitedly.

"Really with who?!?" Arlo asked.

"The one and only, MOTIONLESS IN WHITE!!!" Ash practically screamed through the phone.

We all gave each other excited glances.

"THE Motionless In White, wants us on tour with them?!?" I asked, my heart beating faster than it ever has.

"YES!! The tour starts in a month. I guess, Chris heard Ten Thousand Screams and wants you guys to open for them!!" Ash told us.

"I mean obviously we're gonna say yes! Right guys?" I asked before seeing everyone else looking at me with disbelief.

"Okay, Perfect! I will let them know you guys are in! I'll send you updates!" Ash said before abruptly ending our call.

"Guys... WERE GOING ON TOUR!!" I screamed before jumping around excitedly.

"OUT OF EVERYONE?!? MOTIONLESS FUCKING IN WHITE WANTS US TO TOUR WITH THEM?!?" Carter screamed.

"WE MADE IT GUYS!!" I yelled before forcing everyone into a group hug.

"You guys are literally so dramatic." Nora said pushing all of us off of her.

————————————————————————— Chris Motionless

"So, I found this band. They're called "Grief Of Hearts" and they're really fucking good." I told all of the guys, while we were at practice.

"No shit! I've heard of them, their song 'Psycopath' is so fucking good!" Vinny said while looking at me with wide eyes.

"I've invited them on tour, so hopefully they'll be willing to join!" I exclaimed. Vinny looked the most excited, while Rick, Ryan, and Justin looked confused.

"Let's hope they're actually good..." Ricky said, looking away from me.

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Iris Hart

"Hey Guys! I just wanted to come on stream to give you guys an announcement!" I smiled at all the people commenting.

"We are officially going on tour with Motionless In White and Knocked Loose!!" I let out.

"Starting September 16th, We will be opening for the Scoring The End Of The World Tour!!!" I exclaimed. My heart was racing. We have never been apart of something this big. Yes, we have done many shows, but nothing this fucking huge.

"The guys and I will be giving you guys updates! So stay tuned, and make sure to follow us on all of our social media!" I told them, before reading some of the comments.

"Honestly, I've never been this nervous for a show before. I know we're just openers, but this is huge for us!" I said, replying to a comment.

I stayed on the stream for a little longer before ending it. I honestly couldn't believe I would be touring with my favorite fucking band. I'll finally be able to meet the men that quite literally saved my life.

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"Okay, we've got everything?" I questioned. I don't want to have to come back and knowing these dipshits something will be left behind.

"We're all set!" Arlo told me.

"I'm 90% sure we're not missing anything!" Carter said.

"90 percent?" Nora asked with her brow raised.

"Yes Nora, 90%. If anything's missing I will personally pay for it." Carter smiled at her innocently.

I rolled my eyes at them before starting the GPS towards Scranton. It was longer than a 24hr drive, so hopefully I wouldn't lose my mind making it there.

"Arlo, you're okay switching out halfway through right?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes, of course! Anything to get away from them." He said, side eyeing Nora and Carter who were arguing over who got the back seat.

"EVERYONE SIT YOUR ASSES DOWN!" I yelled startling them. They slowly made their ways to their seats. The small sprinter van we rented wasn't much, but it fit all of us. That's all that we needed. Something reliable and spacious. Honestly, we needed something a bit bigger, but we couldn't afford much. I'm praying to whatever or whoever is out there, that this trip won't send me on a psychotic break.

With that, I started the long ass drive from Colorado to Pennsylvania. The lovely sounds of my band mates filling my ears. I connected my phone to the car, playing 'Bleed the Freak' by Alice in Chains trying to drown everything out. I cannot wait to get the fuck out of this van, even though we just got into it.

Part 2

#motionless in white fanfic #miw fanfic #ricky olson fanfic #ricky olson x ofc #fanfiction #fanfic

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zozo-01 · 1 year

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It's their Big Night, but we can have fun too.

Happy New Years Eve everyone!!! This fic is apart of the Redacted Winter Gift Exchange ran by the amazing and lovely @the-sugar-crash!! Thank you so much for hosting this event!! And a big thank you to @taelonsamada for helping me through writer's block, @lostinanothersmemories for letting me use their headcanon of Darlin's nickname being 'fluffy' and to @sri-rachaa for beta reading this for me!!!

@starlight925, I hope you enjoy your fic!!! It's always fun to revisit my favourite non-canon couple!!!

CW: This is an David/Darlin' story, No Angel or Sam AU, surprisingly no angst considering who is being written ;-;

“Hey Tank! We wanted to ask if you could-”

“If this is about chaperoning the pup’s prom, then no. Do you want me to say it french? Trouver quelqu'un d'autre parce que non, je ne veux pas y aller.”

Asher knew that this task would be one of the hardest of his life. He's handled inter-pack politics, an onslaught of the most vicious empowered folk, and he has been blessed with the patience to navigate David’s temper. But holy hell, nothing could top this.

“I know this isn’t your thing, but pleaseeeeee! It would mean so much to the pups that their favourite tank wolf is thereeee!” He wore the best puppy eyes he can muster, a look that has made the most strong-willed people give into all of his desires. Or to get Gabe to sneak him another sweet treat without his parents realizing.

There was only one person with even more deadly puppy eyes than him, and they were standing in front of him.

Tank scoffed in disbelief. “If you think some sorry ass puppy eyes is gonna change my mind, then you better start begging.”

For a split moment, Asher genuinely considered begging them to go. It had been tradition for the older wolves to attend the pup’s prom, just to make sure no shenanigans happened that night. And the shenanigans that do occur only do so after every wolf make sure the pups will be okay.

It was part of the reason why Asher wants them there so badly. Unfortunately, Tank had plenty of experience both doing and witnessing dumb teenagers doing dumb teenager things. Having them there would make sure none of the pups slip through the gaps of the older wolves’ piercing sight. Like hell they’d let a pup pass through without notice the same way they did.

He didn’t want to say that reason though, it makes him sound like he’s using their bad experiences to his advantage, and that is the last thing he wants. He wants them there because they’re them and they’re a wonderful presence to be around.

A lightbulb went off. Asher remembered that there was someone as desperate, if not more, then himself to have Tank be a chaperone.

“David’s gonna be there.”

Unnoticed by human ears, Tank’s breath hitched and their heart rate sped up for a quick second. It was just that, a quick second.

But for the poor darling Tank, Asher did not have human ears and a second in their change state was all he needed. ‘Hehe, got you right where I want you,’ he thought mischievously.

“I sure as fuck hope David is going ‘cus how the fuck are you gonna get anyone to go if the big dawg ain’t going?”

Asher's face beamed in a wicked grin. They were deflecting, and when Tank deflects, it means you’ve struck some nerve in them. There was a truth that they were desperately trying to conceal, and that was their everlasting and ever burning feelings for a certain Alpha.

Lucky for them, that certain Alpha was holding onto hope that they had felt the same.

And as Beta, it was duty to bring these two stubborn dumbasses together. After everything they’ve been through, they deserve to feel true and unbound joy with each other. All he had to do was convince the both of them to tell each other the truth.

Seems easy enough?

“Well, David said that he wants you there too! You’re pack and therefore, you need to be a part of pack traditions!” He flashed his trademark easy going smile and continued, “and besides, heard that David’s going all out for this event too.”

They raised their eyebrows. “Our David? Going all out for something that isn’t company related? You’re gonna have to tell me more buddy.”

‘Fuck yes! They’re curious and now they won’t stop until they find out! That’s another point for best Beta Asher!’

He lowered his voice as if he was revealing his own greatest secret. “David’s pulling out the suit, you know? The black one with the gold designs?” When Tank realized what Asher was talking about, their eyes widened by a fraction and they took a sharp intake of air.

The suit in question was one that David wore at an industry dinner that was mandatory for everyone, including the pack’s beloved wayward wolf. He had worn a classic black suit that had gorgeous golden embroidery that adorned one half of the blazer. The whole outfit had shown off David’s well toned body. He exuded power and commanded attention from everyone in the room, and that included Tank’s.

Asher had later learned from his mate that after the dinner when they, Tank and Stealth had met up for some after party fun, Tank had confessed in a drunken stupor how much they adored David’s outfit. How they were ready to rip out the eyes of everyone in that room so they could keep that sight to themselves.

If the outfit had that much of an effect on them, who’s to say it wouldn’t have that same effect again? And there is nothing that makes a person want to confess more than thick sexual tension choking them.

“I’ll…” They let out a sigh knowing they fell hook, line and sinker for Asher’s trap. “I’ll go, you bastard. But whatever you’re planning? It ain’t gonna work. There is no way in hell that I’m gonna let it.”

“Do you even know the plan?” “No, but you’re fucking planning something and that’s enough to keep me on edge.”

‘Typical Tank to think that there are nefarious plots being plotted against them.’ Sure their instincts were right that he was planning something, but that didn’t negate the fact that he wished they didn’t have to be this hypervigilant. Part of him hoped David could ease the desperate grip Tank has on control of their life.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll text you details later!” He ran off, ready to tell David the good news.

‘Now I just gotta convince him to wear that black suit without giving Tank away.’

“Oh hell fucking nah, you ain’t wearing that outfit to prom.”

“I’m with Milo on this, what the hell are you doing Tank?”

Despite many preconceived notions about them, they truly cared about how they appeared.

Something, something, if they were going to die, they want to die pretty.

It hurt Tank to wear such a boring outfit, but between not having the most… appropriate outfit for a high school prom and how they absolutely do not want to steal the show with their scars, they have relegated themselves to wearing a terrible outfit. Said outfit was a pair of black jeans, a hoodie and some nice shoes. It was nice, basic but nice.

Milo and Sweetheart were anything but basic.

He ripped the outfit from their hands and threw it onto their bed. “Tank, I know you can do better than that!” He walked over to their closet and rummaged through a number of outfits. He pulled out a red cropped and backless shirt. “See? This outfit is way better than the shit hoodie.”

“First off,” they started off while taking the shirt in Milo’s hand. “Don’t diss my hoodie. Secondly, who in the fuck would wear a shirt like this to prom?” They gestured to redshirt in their hand. “I’d get dress-coded before I make it to the hall and I’m not even a student!”

Sweetheart walked over to their closet and took a peak in. “What if you wore a leather jacket on top of that? That should keep it ‘appropriate’.” The stealth grabbed the first jacket they saw.

The jacket was a black leather one, slightly larger than the ones they own. It had laid untouched in their closet for a long time, years even. They don’t know why, but they were convinced that the jacket wasn’t theirs. Which is stupid, it had a similar style to their other black jackets. And sure, it was a bit oversized, but Tank was never opposed to a looser fit.

So where the hell did that jacket come from? And who did it belong to?

Milo snickered and said, “oh I know why Tank don’t wanna dress up.” He strained his arm so he could wrap it around Tank’s shoulders. “They don’t want David to see them all dolled up. Gotta keep that side of ‘em locked up!”

They pushed Milo’s arm off them with the sound of Sweetheart’s laugh echoing in the background. They tried to stutter out an answer, but each word that left Tank further incriminated them.

Sweetheart patted them on the back. “It’s ok you know, having a crush on your Alpha.” They picked up the red shirt and black leather jacket off the ground. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be the hottest wolf in Dahlia. Now go show everyone why you’re the pack’s heartthrob.”

The wolf knew when the stealth says everyone, they specifically mean David.

Tank took the outfit from Sweetheart and kicked the other two out of their room.

They were the Tank wolf of the Shaw Pack, they were one hot ass wolf and like hell they’ll let anyone intimidate them.

But their feelings for David Shaw might be the one thing that could scare them.

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“They’re late.”

“It’s only been half an hour, they’ll be here.”

This is ridiculous. Here he was standing in the middle of the banquet hall, watching a bunch of sweaty and horny teenagers, in his fanciest outfit and the person he wanted to see hadn’t showed up. What was the point of putting on this jacket if Tank wasn’t going to show up?

Asher noticed the all too familiar impatient look on his Alpha’s face. “Look, they’re coming with Milo and his mate, and you know how they like to take their sweet time.” He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. “They’ll come.”

Asher’s reassurances doesn’t make up for the fact that the worst case scenarios are flooding David’s brain. Had they decided that the pack tradition wasn’t worth it? That he wasn’t worth it? Or maybe something had happened to them on the road. A car crash? Quinn?

He needed Tank to walk in this hall or so help him, he will shift and tear the city to the ground to find them and-

Asher's face lit up at the sight of Milo, his mate and Tank walking into the ball. “Well look who decided to show up! Took them long enough.”

David’s face relaxed seeing his wayward pack member face under the neon lights. Their eyes scanned the room, looking for suspicious people and exits. It’s a habit he’s aware of, but one he wishes they’d never develop. Wasn’t like he could blame them, the life Tank lived forced them to be hyper aware of every single little detail. It was their survival instinct, their way of protecting themselves.

Though he wishes that he can be their protection. That one day, Tank will never have to take a hit again because he’ll be there.

Their wandering eyes caught his stationary ones. Once Tank realized it was David eyeing them from across the room, their face relaxed and a small smile appeared. A smile that was made more beautiful by the bright lights surrounding them. Though nothing outshined them. In David’s mind, nothing could ever outshine Tank.

The newly arrived trio pushed past the awkward teenagers on the dancefloor. A few of the pack pups stopped the older wolves and stealth to thank them for chaperoning. The trio finally made their way to the Alpha and Beta, ready to receive their assignments.

“Thank you all for volunteering your time, though it would be appreciated if you came on time.” What? He could be a little salty about them taking forever and giving him a heart attack.

Milo scoffed at David’s comment, while Sweetheart and Tank snickered. “David, you can’t blame us for taking this long! It takes time to look good!” He pushed Tank in front of David. “Especially this one! Fucker took forever, but ain’t it worth it?”

David was inclined to agree that their delayed appearance had been worth it.

Tank looked really fucking good. Maybe too good for his heart to take.

And… he could be wrong, he often is, but… were they wearing his jacket? The one he lost a few years back? He looked closer and saw a familiar patch on the jacket… And the familiar scent lingering on it, mixing it with theirs… Oh yeah, it’s definitely his.

He pushed down the shiver of pride and assigned placements for the latecomers. Milo and Sweetheart were stationed by the snack table, making sure no one even thinks about lacing the food or spiking the drinks with anything. He also hoped that the constant influx of hungry partiers would keep them from making out.

Tank on the other hand was to walk around the hall and keep their eyes peeled for anything weird. He knew stationing them in one spot for the whole night would drive them crazy. Had it not been for that, he’d have them stationed with him at the entrance, an artificial way to keep them close to him.

Once everyone was told what to do, Milo, Sweetheart and Tank left to where they were designated. Though, David so badly wanted to drag Tank back. Just to have a conversation with them. To tell them they look wonderful. That he loves them.

But there was work to be done, so like always, David swallowed down and choked on the love that has been years in the making.

David’s scent filled their senses and brought a sense of comfort to their wolf side. He cleared their throat and said, “Tank, I need you for a second.” Thank goodness for David and his bailouts. They had been approached by everyone and anyone left, right and centre and desperately needed a break.

“So what do you need me to do?” They asked, curiosity piqued.

“Milo and Asher said that they were running out of plates at the food table, so he wants us to get more.”

They raised their eyebrow. “And they asked for you and me? Specifically? No one else?” They couldn’t help but be suspicious.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

They were going to kill the two later.

Tank waved David off, gesturing to him to forget everything.

The two walked through the familiar yet unrecognizable hallways from their childhood. They could see their younger, brighter self leaning against the lockers. That they could feasibly achieve a fairy tale ending with their fairy tale prince. Walking through the school with David in their old prom outfit, loving him like a lovestruck teenager should.

Years later, they had somewhat gotten their wish, they were walking through the school with David, but with years of experiences weighing down on them.

What could have been had they not fucked it up royally?

“Nice jacket.”

David perked up at the sudden complement. “You think it looks good?” Did they think he looked good, had he looked in the mirror? He looks like he’s a kind king who decided to grace his subjects with his presence. Tank just had to be a lucky wolf to be this close to him.

“It does look good on you and I’d say you should wear it more often, but then it would lose it’s charm.”

“Well I’ll wear it more if you like it.”

Their heart sped at that comment. He’d wear it more? Because they like it? Tank had to fight their pulse to maintain a steady beat. They did not need his wolf ears to pick up how much that comment had affected him.

They didn’t know what got to them more. The fact that they’ll get to see him in that jacket more often? Or that their opinion matters to him?

Thankfully for their wandering mind, the two wolves have arrived at the storage room. David came forward and pushed it open, letting them both walk inside.

The storage room was dark, the singular lightbulb not being enough to light up the room. It was also cramped. Extremely cramped, to the point that their back was pressed onto his chest. They felt their body heat up, but were convincing themselves that it was because of the humid air and not from their own embarrassment.

They had found the plates they were looking for on a high shelf. David noticed Tank looking at the plates and wordlessly picked them, making them let out a squeal. “Fucking hell David! Give a wolf a word before you pick them up!”

He chuckled at their words. “Forgive me, your majesty. I’ll give you a warning next time.”

Tank pulled his hair in protest. They definitely weren’t thinking about the more suggestive side of their actions.

But their heart dropped at the sound of the door slamming shut.

And it locking.

“SHIT!” David dropped Tank back onto the ground and they ran to bang on the door. “WHAT THE FUCK? UNLOCK THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!” Every second that passed made their banging more violent and frantic. David called out their name to try to get them to stop, he didn’t want them to get hurt, but nothing was working.

“FLUFFY!”

“WHAT?”

It had been years since anyone called them fluffy.

David thinks it’s a shame, ‘fluffy’ always fits them better than ‘tank’.

“Instead of banging on the door like a maniac, I’ll call Asher to get us out of here.” It was their worst nightmare, being stuck in a small room, but if they were stuck with David, then they'd stick it out.

Once David made the phone call, Tank opened their mouth. “So what now, Alpha? You got anything to keep us busy?”

“You look good in that jacket too.”

Oh fuck, his plan was to kill them before help arrives.

Tank thanked the shitty school infrastructure for only having one lightbulb, so that David wouldn’t see their embarrassed reaction. “Ah thanks, Stealth pulled it out of my closet. Gonna be honest, don’t know where I got it from. Just kinda popped in one day.”

“It’s mine, the jacket. It’s my jacket.”

Shittttttttt.

Tank scrambled to get the jacket off of them, spewing apologies like their life depended on it. They were so caught up in the new information they were given, they had completely forgotten the ‘scandalous’ outfit they wore underneath. But David placed a hand on their shoulder, stopping them.

“You look good in it and I want you to keep it. Besides,” he leaned in to whisper in their ear. “I want to be the one to take it off you.”

With all the false bravado they could muster, they replied, “sounds like you like me Shaw.”

“I don’t.”

Well there goes their heart. Like they ever had a chance with a man like him.

His eyes softened at their dejected look. “No, no, that’s not what I meant.” He ran his hand through their hair. It was an action that had always brought them warmth and comfort, and he remembered that.

“You know I’m not the best with words. I’m terrible at expressing my feelings, but you never needed that from me, an explanation. You always got what I was trying to say and accepted it with no question.” He took a deep breath and continued. “But you deserve to hear this, because I want to be clear where I stand. I know that your mind likes to wander, so I’m telling you right here, right now how I feel.”

“My fluffy puffball.” That had earned a chuckle from Tank. “I love you.”

Tank blinked in disbelief before responding. “You… love me? But I’m fucking me! The pack fuckup!”

He scoffed at their words and placed a hand on their cheek. “You made some mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t make you a fuckup.” He placed his other hand on their hip, light enough to not scare them off, but present so he can ground them. “I have loved you when we were kids who were less scarred, I love you during your bad days with Quinn and I still love you. And Fluffy, if I’m being honest, I don’t think- no, I know I will never love someone love someone the way I feel for you.”

How do they respond to that? They were words they’ve been wanting to hear for the longest time. Tank has never thought they deserve such soft love, especially from a man like David, but they won’t fuck up this opportunity they were gifted by the heavens. So they went with theur heart and said the one thing in their brain.

“David, kiss me, please?

And he granted their request.

One soft kiss turned to two, turned to him pressing Tank against the wall and them ripping each other’s jacket off.

Maybe Tank will finally get their fairytale ending with their fairytale prince.

#redacted david #redacted darlin #the way i struggled to keep this fluffy </3 but we pulled through <3 #i just think they deserve a wittle kiss <3 #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking #redacted 2022 winter gift exchange

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