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Headcanon: Lovely trains with Tank

( pose ref by @UDekure on Twitter)

( English is still not my first language )

After Lovely was turned into a vampire, and especially after the meeting with Porter, Lovely and Tank began to fight/train together: they're both done with vampires taking advantage of naive humans and even if Porter is not a psycho like Adam or Quinn, his behavior rubs them the wrong way.

In the beginning, those meetings were just a moment for them to unwind and for Lovely to externalize all her build-up anger since Adam. But it quickly became a way for her to learn how to fight and to use her vampire strength.

After some time, they developed a strong friendship, and became the "Protect Treasure at all coast" team.

Plus, it feels easier for Lovely to talk to Tank about what happened with Adam. She loves Vincent with all her heart, but there are some sensible topics like this one that she doesn't want to talk about it with him, at least not now. ( same thing with the loss of her powers. She is more comfortable speaking about it with Sam )

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MY STUPID SHIRT COLLECTION PART 2

THE D.A.M.N. CREW!!!

damien

huxley

gavin (chosen by the lovely @n0r )

freelancer

lasko

dear

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The caller should suffocate me in his man tits

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how yall tryna get sam and david

@dukecollinsbf @marlowlvsu @mokozroach @breezysuffers @capitalisticveins okay im lazy

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Hey guys, what if Sweetheart started drinking to deal with the stress of their department job.

Hey guys, what if Milo has to face his lover turning into his dad.

Hey guys, sorry.

This is the photo that inspired this thought

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vin and lovely

<moodboard>

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another one thank uu

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David Shaw was unwillingly taught about the omegaverse.

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HEYY HOW RU I HAVENT SEEN U

HIII :3

I’m good just kinda lost interest in redacted for a bit and kinda forgot tumblr existed for like a month💀

Erm anyways I’m back pookies

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After the inversion when Sam finally got darling and himself to sleep

He had a dream about his grandmother, she was panicked, asking if he was alright.

Once he said he was gonna be okay, he woke up and never had that dream again.

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what y'all doing if i drop a "dear's grandfather was a serial killer and taught them how to use their powers to hurt people" headcanon lol

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i have a huge platonic crush on Huxley i wanna be besties with him so badly he's so cool and sweet and silly and a girl's girl fr

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heya! i thought about this literally right before falling asleep and then stayed up for like half an hour or so more bc i had to write all of these headcanons down lmao

so i hope you enjoy!

chronic pain!Darlin’ :

- who ignores their pain and takes on fights anyway

- who thinks they can just “tough it out” (bc of their parents)

- who thought it was normal to be in pain all the time until they met Sam who while healing once told them they shouldn’t have to deal with pain (meaning the sustained injuries) and they respond saying that they’re in pain all the time anyway so what does it really matter

- who is confused at the shock and horror on Sam’s face after they’ve said that

- who tries to hide how much pain they’re in

- who is unsuccessful hiding it from Sam

- who refuses to take pain meds to “see how long they can last” or bc “it’s not actually that bad” or bc “they haven’t done anything to earn it”

- who is made to stay in bed and rest by their mate

- who Sam draws baths for and carries them into the bathroom, gently placing them in the warm water which soothes their aches

- who Sam bought a bunch of stuff for after doing research when they had told him

- who gets clingier whenever they’re having flare ups

- who struggles accepting help for their pain

- who feels like they’re faking if they actually do something that’s supposed to help (like using mobility aids) and it actually does help

- who always has Sam to reassure them about any insecurities they might have

- who was nervous to tell him about it

- who is trying so many different hobbies that they can do while resting and does a lot of like crochet/embroidery/etc

- who has completely played through countless switch games and the like

- who regularly ignores their pain bc “it could be worse!”

- who regularly stays up later than they should doing research on things that could help & then ends up getting non of those things

- who struggles sleeping sometimes bc their pain is so bad

- who gets encouraged by Sam and assorted pack members that are aware to get the tools they need and that’ll help

-who eventually gets braces, splinters, compression gloves/sleeves/shirts, heating pads, more pillows and/or whatever else might be right to help them and actually uses it

- who finally has the help and support system they deserve

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it’s not us y’all she’s a stalker😔😔

older gf who pampers me when im all exhausted after we FU- ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

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used to this

Freelancer is laughing as they lean against him, “You’re so stupid.” “You love me for it though.” “I do,” they say, their voice as soft as their gaze. “I love you very much, Gav.” Or, Gavin does his best to take care of a drunk Freelancer.

— cw: none

(the ao3 link, if you prefer)

It starts with a call from Damien, of all things. 

Not that a call from the wildfire in and of itself is what's odd. Gavin has gotten somewhat used to getting calls from his friends, even if the mere notion of having people in his life to call friends — his friends — is new to him. 

That’s not what’s off. No, it’s the fact that Damien’s calling him at 1 a.m.

Gavin sits up from the couch and begins to look for his phone. He’s been trying in vain to distract himself while waiting for Freelancer to get home from their outing with Damien, but no amount of cheesy midnight soap operas was able to shake off the lingering feeling of worry.

Hopefully the reason Damien was calling at this hour isn’t about anything too bad. Knowing his friend, though, the two of them are probably alright.

“Sorry for the odd hour,” Damien says after Gavin picks up. “Freelancer and I just left the party.”

“Could’ve just shot me a text then,” Gavin says, relief settling in as he chuckles softly. “But thank you for taking care of them at my behest.”

It isn’t every day that you’re able to drag the ever-diligent honors student to a party, but Freelancer somehow managed to convince him. The event was organized by some of their classmates in their shared Psychokinesis class — something about celebrating the end of the academic year together. Though if Gavin had to hazard a guess on the real reason Damien agreed, it would be to look out for Freelancer. 

Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

Gavin hears Freelancer’s voice faintly in the background. “Who are you talking to, Dames?”

“Just talking to your man,” he replies, turning his attention back to Gavin. “We should be arriving at your place in around -”

Faint shuffling and protests, courtesy of the Freelancer, interrupt Damien.  “Stop trying to steal my phone, Freelancer. You’ll get to your place soon.”

Gavin can almost hear the pout on his deviant’s face. “I wanna talk to him!” 

“You’ll have all the time to do that once I drop you off. Just quit trying to steal my phone.”

“Sounds like the two of you are having a whole other party in the back of that cab.”

“Well, I can tell you that it’s not a fun time. They’re drunk as all hell and they’ve been asking for you since we stepped foot in the cab. And with how much they were drinking tonight, I had to cut them off before they gave themselves alcohol poisoning.”

Gavin can hear how Freelancer's words slur together over the speaker, " 'm not even that drunk!" 

"I doubt you'd even be able to walk to your front door in the state you're in." Damien retorts.

Freelancer huffs, "I can walk just fine."

"I find that hard to believe."

Needless to say, Gavin got to bear witness to a stumbling Freelancer once they and Damien finally arrived. It wasn’t a struggle to get them to their bedroom. It was, however, a struggle not to laugh at Freelancer’s attempts at flirting. 

Emphasis on attempts.

The two sit on the edge of their bed as Gavin helps them get dressed for the night. Freelancer tosses their party clothes to their designated laundry corner before asking, “Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Of course, my love.”

“Lean in closer.”

He obliges. And even in the dim lighting, his Freelancer remains ever alluring. The way their sleepwear frames their beautiful body, how their cheeks are flushed and their smile becomes lopsided when they’re drunk like this, how they look at him with so much love in their eyes. So captivating. How could Gavin ever look away?

They whisper, “I’m madly in love with you” 

Gods above, it takes everything in Gavin not to laugh at how cute they are.

Freelancer's smile grows wider before it’s covered by their hand, “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I would never dream of it, deviant,” he coughs in an attempt to hold back his laughter. He mostly succeeds. “Technically I’m not laughing if I’m trying to hold it back.”

Freelancer is laughing as they lean against him, “You’re so stupid.”

“You love me for it though.”

“I do,” they say, their voice as soft as their gaze. “I love you very much, Gav.”

Cupping his face, Freelancer leans in and kisses him, letting Gavin taste the sweet sangria on their lips. They tip their head back to let Gavin deepen the kiss, taking the opportunity to comb their fingers through his hair. One of Gavin’s hands goes to grip their waist, the other to rest on their shoulder. Their emotions are his personal alcoholic mix — intoxicating. Addicting. And he’ll savor every last drop.

“Deviant,” he sighs. “I love you, too.”

He could go on like this for hours, but someone has to be the responsible party. So in spite of Freelancer’s groan in protest, he pulls away, resting his forehead on theirs. 

“Don’t get too rowdy on me,” he teases, summoning a glass of water for them. “Come on, drink up. I’d like for you to avoid getting a headache as much as possible.”

Gavin has certainly had a lot of firsts during his time on Elegy. His first kiss, his first taste of 7/11’s signature Slurpees, his first ice skating date accompanied by his first taste of questionable pizza, and his first love — whom he is currently helping as best he can. Gavin has gotten a lot of experience through his interactions with humans over the years. But when it comes to his precious Freelancer? Sometimes he can’t help but feel like he’s out of his depth.

Not that it’s a bad thing, of course. Experience helps a person grow, and while Gavin has certainly grown a lot since his first encounter with his lover, not even time can make the lingering feeling of unworthiness go away.

Even so, he wants to do right by them because that’s what they deserve. 

With Freelancer, he’s gotten to experience a lot of things for the first time. The day he sought them out was the first time he’d ever felt any kind of longing for anyone. It used to scare him — how much he ached for them — but he came to trust them enough to bring down his walls and let them see the parts of him that he’d rather have hidden away. He isn’t used to truly being seen.

Much like how he isn’t used to nursing a drunk person back to at least some semblance of sobriety.

But for Freelancer? Oh, how it all comes so easily to him.He gently grasps their wrist, guiding them to the bed and helping them settle against the headboard. Once comfortable, Freelancer takes a moment to relax, resting their head in the crook of his neck. Their enthusiasm has mellowed down into something softer. Sweeter. He feels himself enveloped in a mixture of their admiration and affection while their hand starts to trace patterns along his thigh.

Gavin pulls them closer before asking, “What’s gotten you all sentimental?”

“Nothing,” they hum. “Definitely not the alcohol.”

“You’re allowed to be sentimental, my love. No alcohol required.”

Their hand pauses for a moment before continuing to trace random patterns on him, starting from his thigh, then moving up to his shoulder and collarbones. Not to tease, but to admire.

“I meant what I said a while ago, y’know? I’m so in love with you, Gavin,” they move to face him, taking his hand like they’re comparing hand sizes before intertwining their fingers with his. A soft, simple gesture, but their gaze is enough to set his heart ablaze.

“I know I say that a lot, so I hope it doesn’t lose its meaning. I hope my actions always convey how much I love and care about you. Because you deserve to know that. And you deserve to hear it. I love you and I always will.”

It’s now Gavin’s turn to hide their face in the crook of their neck. Shy wouldn’t be a word Gavin uses to describe himself, but what he’s feeling right now is similar to what he senses when he showers his deviant with compliments. The confident incubus — turned into a blushing mess from a handful of earnest compliments. 

“Don’t hide your face, love,” Freelancer says, amusement coloring their words. “Look at me. Please.”

Gavin pauses before obliging, meeting their eyes. “Deviant, you should probably get some rest. Besides, if you give me another compliment, my heart might just burst.”

“I can go to sleep later. You deserve every single compliment I give you, and I want to make sure you know it..”

Gavin feels his face heat up from those words alone. They trail kisses from his ear to his jaw, before finally pressing their lips to his. Their kisses are soft, gentle like the way they hold him, passionate like the way they love him.

“I should make you blush like this more often,” they whisper. “It’s a good look on you.”

He’s convinced they’re trying to kill him through sheer affection alone. Kisses are pressed against his body, words of praise whispered against his skin. Reverent glances, like he was something to be worshiped. A body worthy of being beautiful outside of sex, worthy of being kissed and caressed so gently like he was more than the sum of his parts. Their hands roam slowly around his body, tracing every curve and contour they’ve mapped out a hundred times before.

There’s a comfort in Freelancer’s actions, in their gentleness. Of how limitless he feels when he’s by their side.

Gavin can get used to this. And for the first time, he finds himself hoping he does.

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I think u have some hair clips on top

my hair is red but accurate tbh

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stalker

darlin and milo play dress to impress and they do NOT vote fairly.

"WOAAAHHH THIS OUTFIT IS SO GOOD... 2 stars."