#By that I mean Ash and Davey

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started for Vincent, stayed for David, INVESTED for Geordi, Guy, and Milo

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Flowers I Associate With Redacted Characters

Davey - Honeysuckle The canon choice. His mom’s honeysuckle are a core memory for him. They mean “devoted affection” for the person you love. In addition, honeysuckle flowers are commonly planted near the home to evoke feelings of nostalgia and honor those who have gone before you, and draw happiness and positive energy into your life.

Ash - Daffodil Sunflower is a little too big for Asher’s character. Daffodils are smaller, but no less energetic with their bright orange and yellow colours. They symbolize hope, joy, good luck, and new beginnings. Daffodils are the March birth flower and are associated with the coming of spring, thus optimism, positivity, and vibrancy.

Milo - Rose I toyed with the idea of something more representative of self-sacrifice like poppies but they didn’t feel like they represented Milo’s entire character, that’s just one tiny facet of him. I went with rose because that’s absolutely how Casanova sees himself. Deep red roses in particular represent not only love and passion, but also deeply held commitment to a romantic partner.

Sam - Blue Hydrangea Blue hydrangeas specifically symbolize feelings of remorse and apologies. I thought that was fitting given Sam’s role in Frederick’s turning having not been paying attention that night. But they also signify feelings of deep understanding, gratitude, and sincere emotion which he’s found in Darlin’ in that they both have similar backgrounds of abusive partners and understand one another deeply on that level.

Vincent - Rain Lily These tiny, delicate flowers only bloom in the rain. Contrary to what one might expect, they can also survive periods of drought, though they won’t bloom until it rains. They represent the cycle of life, death, and rebirth: they bloom, die, then come back with the rain. They also remind us that even in a storm, growth is possible.

Gavin - Iris In Greek, the word Iris means Rainbow. This has come to represent diversity, acceptance, tolerance, and inclusivity in modern times. Traditionally, the Iris also represents courage and faith.

Damien - Ixora A lesser known tropical flower with many tiny red flowers making a larger head, these flowers hold a meaning of burning passion (and that includes the bedroom). They’re also known as “the flame of the woods”.

Hux - Sunflower Tall and huge, these well-known flowers not only represent happiness, but red sunflowers specifically represent strength and positivity. Sunflowers are known to always look at the sun as it crosses the sky throughout the day.

Lasko - Pansy Ignoring the negative connotations of the word, pansies represent love, both romantic and platonic. The French word “pensee” means “to think” which Lasko does a lot of (a little too much at lighting speeds lol) and so pansies are also associated with thoughtfulness, consideration, and free-thinking. They are also linked to feelings of nostalgia and remembrance. Blue pansies specifically symbolize devotion, honesty and loyalty.

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Fooliverse headcanons!!

All of these are likely to be disproven is Erik ever does more Fooliverse (please god please I need it) but idc. Lmk if y’all want my hc’s for any of your Fooliverse faves. ❤️❤️

Angel and Guy were adopted by Damien’s mom, Sophia when Angel was around thirteen. Being raised by Sophia tempered some of Angel’s attitude and goofiness. Damien, in turn, is a more timid and less outspoken. Having Sophia’s attention and pressure spread between the three of them let Damien develop with a less of a short fuse. Guy is also toned down, but he’s the rebel of them three. He insisted that the only thing he would study would be creative writing. Sophia demanded that, if she was going to pay for him to earn a degree in that, he would be the best of the best. He’s finishing his last year in college now, but has two novels published already. Angel went into politics and works with Sophia. Their focus is on human borns and informed unempowered people. Damien is in his final year at DAMN. He was a TA for a few elemental classes and is being considered for a position as a professor. Sophia made a powerhouse of a family who are each making waves in their field. Their personal happiness… well, that was never her concern.

Sophia actually introduced Angel to Asher hoping to arrange a relationship between them. Asher has a lot of respect and clout, and Angel, being an unempowered person in an empowered world, does not. Deeply embarrassed by Sophia’s meddling, Angel made it clear that they weren’t looking for a relationship with Ash. The two of them did become fast friends because of this incident. Angel did a few municipal favors for Ash and the Talbot pack, and he in turn kept their name on his lips when talking to higher ups. Eventually, Angel was invited to a solstice party and met Davey. They fell in love instantly. Sophia doesn’t approve, but Angel made it clear she could fuck off in regards to Davey. She got to control everything else on their life, after all.

Damien’s siblings know he’s queer, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to tell Sophia. He’s been dating Huxley for a year, but every time he tries to talk to her about him, he clams up. Angel is running the “Sophia can kick rocks” club, which Huxley is the vice president of, but the anxiety that Sophia gives Damien is so intense he just shuts down. Huxley is trying to be patient.

Guy, on the other hand, proudly announced his first boyfriend in fifth grade and refused to hear anything about it. Sophia tried a lot to “course correct” with Guy, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. He’s always been the problem child, but Angel’s intense protectiveness of him stopped all of Sophia’s more extreme ideas.

Huxley is intensely competitive. His moms encouraged him to do everything with passion and purpose and he took that to its furthest extent. He takes his classes seriously, he takes his practices and games seriously, he even takes his friendships and relationships seriously. He knows what he wants and he works to earn it. This means he’s also pretty hard on himself when things don’t go his way. This isn’t because of anything his moms taught him, it’s just this intense, internal drive to be the best, and if he’s not, he is under the impression that it’s his fault. Damien’s working on unraveling that particular line of thinking.

Davey is a healer. Gabe was still in that car accident, and he was seriously injured, just not killed. His right leg was absolutely fucked and he lost a good portion of his stomach due to being impaled by a portion of the driving column. He faced a lot of issues with chronic pain while healing, and he uses a cane. Davey was intensely focused on his recovery, which is why he didn’t take the pack’s offer of being alpha when Gabe stepped down. Ash was the obvious next choice. Davey spent a lot of time with the healers, nurses, and doctors who worked with his dad, and they taught him a good deal of healing magic. Although he’s a shifter and doesn’t have access to a lot of what freelancers are capable of, he is incredibly talented at what he can do. He isn’t powerful enough to be a full time healer, but he is a certified paramedic and works part time with an empowered unit.

Pretty certain it was hinted at in vamp!Milo’s BA (“no loose ends” or something like that), but Marie is dead. She died when Milo was senior in high school. His dad was already gone and her loss devastated him. He was turned 18 a few weeks before and refused Gabe’s offer to stay with he and Davey. He sold her house, got rid of everything that reminded him of her, and gave every picture of her to Gabe before breaking from the pack. Those he couldn’t bear to destroy.

Smartass was actually Aaron’s boss. They came in after their predecessor, Ivan, was fired for inappropriate conduct against a new hire. Ivan had been spiraling and ineffective for months and had run their department to the ground. Aaron had been promised the position, but the higher ups decided their department needed a new start. He was pissed. Incredibly so. He hates them for months and months. And they seriously valued his experience and work. Through months and months of intense arguments and near bloody fights, the two of them beat their department back into shape. After they’d reached a state of stability, Smartass reached out to their old company and negotiated a much higher, much better position for Aaron. He was built for more than being a desk jockey. He took the job and took them out to dinner that night as a thank you. The rest is history.

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The Other Way - Part 2

I loved the first part so much that I couldn’t leave it alone. David/Angel are precious and I’m so happy @ejunkiet gave me this meet cute idea!!

Part One.

tags for part two: a very gentle kidnapping, fear of memory wipe, injured snappy davey, feelings

The Other Way - Part 2

When Angel woke up, they were in the backseat of a big truck, their cheek pressed into a thick arm and their body slumped to the side.

Music from the stereo filtered through their senses along with the voices arguing in low tones.

“If they were missing, then someone’s got to be looking for them.”

“Should we let someone know we found them?”

“And then what? Hand them over to explain how some wolves turned into guys and saved them? No, Ash.”

Everything came back to them. The woods, the wolf, the man that was a wolf, the actual wolves, more fucking wolves, and then… fainting. “Oh fuck,” they pushed off the wall they’d been snuggled up against, realizing too late that it was David.

They blinked up at him. He had the prettiest frowny face… They almost told him but then realized they’d drooled on his shirt and blushed instead. He rolled his eyes and looked away. “You’re the worst,” he mumbled, still obviously in pain.

They rubbed the patch of drool they’d left on his shirt. “At least it wasn’t your busted arm…”

Asher laughed in the front passenger seat.

David groaned and closed his eyes. “Surrounded by jokers.”

Angel leaned forward and tried to get a look around. Trees whipped by outside. They were on that awful winding, narrow road back to Dahlia. They reached automatically for their phone only to feel a jolt of panic when they found their pockets empty and realized they didn’t have their backpack either. There hadn’t really been much left in it but still! Leaving it behind was littering, not to mention their favorite backpack.

“Calm down,” David said without opening his eyes.

Asher held up their bag in the front seat. “Don’t worry. We got everything.”

Angel exhaled relief and reached for it.

Asher shook his head and put it back down on the floor at his feet, well out of reach.

“You’ll get it back eventually,” Milo said from behind the wheel.

Angel blinked, looking between the two in the front. “Am… Am I being kidnapped?”

Milo snorted. “Technically, you would already be kidnapped at this point if that’s what was happening.”

“But yeah, kind of,” Asher said.

David and Milo both groaned. “Ash!”

Asher lifted his hands in surrender. “I mean, no reason to lie to them too.”

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 David’s head was splitting. His arm was broken and his whole body ached. He hoped it was the only thing broken, but he wouldn’t put money on it. He wanted to get healed and go to bed. The last thing he wanted was a funny roadtrip adventure with Asher and this stranger from the woods.

“We’ll head for the department. They’ll have a healer and we can get a head start on the paperwork for this mess.” He pushed a thumb back at the unempowered human sitting behind him. “They can wipe their memory and drop them at the human hospital.”

It was the smart plan. The right plan. But David saw the way Angel’s eyes went wide and heard their pulse jump in panic. Their whole body tensed up, one hand grabbing at their seatbelt and twisting nervously. “Wipe my memory?”

They were scared. Really scared. And he realized it was the first time he’d seen them scared since the other wolves. They hadn’t really been scared when they were lost, and even less so when they found a giant injured wolf. They hadn’t been scared at nightfall or in the morning when they still weren’t found. They had been…hopeful and stubbornly optimist. Worse, this fear was aimed at him. He was scaring them.

“Aw, don’t worry,” Asher said, twisting around in his seat to look at the human. “It won’t hurt and you’ll be back to your normal life like none of this happened.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Angel asked, a desperate strain sneaking into their voice, like something was tightening inside their chest.

David didn’t like this.

And he didn’t like the way it made his instincts feel ragged.

Milo snorted in the front seat. “Just sit back and relax,” he said and then frowned at Asher next to him. “And you, sit your ass down and buckle up!”

Asher ignored him, chin on the headrest. “It’s going to be okay,” he tried again.

Angel twisted the seatbelt against their chest. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear. Just drop me off and I’ll get home on my own.”

Asher frowned.

Something in David’s chest hurt and it wasn’t his ribs. He didn’t like the pleading smallness of their voice. He didn’t like the way fear was staining their scent.

“Please,” Angel tried again, unshed tears shining in their eyes. “I promise.” They looked to David with naked fear. “I won’t tell. Just forget you saw me.”

David couldn’t think before the words came out. “Okay. Shut up.”

Angel snapped their mouth shut. It would have been comical if it weren’t for the one tear that bounced off their lashes.

David groaned and leaned his head back. Asher was staring at him.

“Milo, drive us to my place and call your mom.”

Milo watched him in the rearview mirror.

Asher broke the stretch of silence by stage whispering to Milo, “I think he has a head injury…”

Milo nodded imperceptibly.

David groaned and closed his eyes. “Then Marie can heal it and we’ll go from there.”

Angel leaned forward in increments, like they thought he wouldn’t notice, reaching out and gesturing for Asher to pass them their backpack.

“Don’t,” David said without opening his eyes. “No phone for the human for now.”

Angel didn’t argue or make anymore remarks about being kidnapped. He was pretty sure they were still working under the assumption that their stay of mind wiping was contingent on shutting up. He let himself fall asleep, wondering how long they’d actually stay quiet.

The answer was actually a little over an hour, until they’d gotten back to Dahlia and both of them woke up again.

“Am I still being kidnapped?” Angel asked, voice quiet like if they whispered it wouldn’t count.

David bit the inside of his lip to keep from smiling, forcing a stern frown instead. “Yes.”

Angel nodded, like they had suspected it and it wasn’t so bad. “If I’m going to be kidnapped all night, can I just call to let people know they don’t need to look for me?” they whispered quickly.

Asher was grinning. Milo rolled his eyes and parked in front of David’s building.

David growled lowly.

Angel put up their hands and sat back. “Yep. Sorry.” They did the zipper motion in front of their mouth.

“Your instincts are the worst,” he griped. “First you tried to feed and pet a wild animal.”

“I didn’t try…”

“And now you think you’re kidnapped but going along with it.”

“David…” Milo said in a gently warning tone.

“Should I kick and scream?” Angel asked.

Asher laughed, getting out of the truck and then opening David’s door. He didn’t move right away though, glaring at Angel instead. “If you were actually being kidnapped? Fuck yes! You’re in a car with three men twice your size—”

“Three times at least for you…” Angel muttered.

“And we’re going to take you upstairs to my apartment and you’re just going to toddle along with us?”

“David…” Milo again.

Angel blinked across the backseat at him. They were dirty and tired, circles under their eyes and hair a mess, but somehow they still looked so open. “Are you saying you’re going to assault me?”

David physically recoiled at the idea, a growl deep in his chest. “No. Of course we aren’t!” His ribs ached but fuck his ribs.

Milo had killed the engine and gotten out, opening the door on Angel’s side. He reached in and grabbed their arm, like they might make a run for it. David snapped off a quick snarl without thinking, leaning deeper into the cab, toward Angel and Milo. He almost reached out, almost grabbed this unempowered human to pull them away from Milo.

Milo’s eyes went big. He let go of Angel almost as quickly as he’d laid a hand on them, palm open and up like proof.

Angel blinked at David and then smiled slowly. “…You like me.”

David blinked back, realizing what he’d done, and groaned. “Fuck you.” He turned to get out of the car, finding it a lot harder than he’d expected.

On the sidewalk, Asher waved Angel out of the cab too and led them inside the apartment building. “You know, you’re my first kidnappee,” he said, wearing their backpack. It looks absurdly small and bright on him.

Angel looked up at him, cheeks still streaked in tears and dirt, but beaming. “Really?” They sounded excited.

Insane. They were both insane.

Milo stood close by.

David winced. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why… I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” He knew Milo wasn’t going to hurt Angel. He knew Milo wouldn’t hurt anyone who didn’t definitely have it coming.

Milo shook his head and stepped closer.

“Really, Milo. I’m sorry. And you’re right about what we should have done but I just…” He looked at the building where Asher and Angel had gone. “I can’t.”

Milo nodded and waited.

David sighed and tried to take a step away from the car, having to stop and will his legs not to give out. He needed help. His whole body hurt in a way that was seriously threatening to drop him on the pavement. He lifted his good arm and Milo stepped into his side, like that was exactly what he’d been waiting for—like he’d known there was no way David would make it to the door on his own but being Milo, he wasn’t going to point it out.

Milo easily took his weight and walking him inside. “So… do you really have a head injury or are you into this human?”

David groaned. “I don’t know. Hopefully a head injury…”

Milo huffed a laugh, hitting the button for the elevator. “You had us scared, you know…”

David looked at Milo, wondering if he was still talking about the human and his bad choices surrounding them. No, that wasn’t it. He meant the fall and disappearing for a night in the woods. David sighed and begrudgingly admitted, “They might have saved me.”

Milo glanced up at him on the elevator like he expected it to be a joke, sobering when he realized it wasn’t.

They’d given him water and food.

They’d howled.

That was how Milo and Asher had found him.

Milo nodded and half-carried David down the hall to his apartment, Asher standing in the open doorway and talking to Angel about David’s video game selection.

“For fuck’s sake, don’t let them touch my shit!” David groused.

Asher pouted. “Oh come on, big guy, we can’t kidnap them and not give them anything to do.”

“Stop saying we kidnapped them,” he growled in a whisper. Someone was going to overhear them and call the police. Although, with Angel’s survival skill deficiency, they’d probably lie to the cops if they knocked on the door.

David would have definitely chosen to stretch out on his bed if it weren’t for Angel on his couch. He settled in the corner and put his legs up on that arm of the sectional.

Angel was on the floor going through his games. “Jesus, these are all awful.”

Asher snorted.

“Fuck you,” David ground out, letting his heavy lids drag shut.

Milo was on the phone with his mom in the other room.

“Ash, water,” David mumbled.

Asher jumped to, in the kitchen and back in a flash. He held out a bottle of water to David.

David blinked at it and then frowned and shook his head, pushing Asher’s arm in the direction of the human.

Asher grinned and David pointedly closed his eyes again.

“Oh, thanks!” Angel chimed when Asher offered them the water.

David listened to them gulp it down and felt something deep in his core ease a little

Angel’s stomach rumbled.

David sighed. “Ash…Order food.”

“On it!”

David almost fell asleep listening to Asher order an incredible quantity of food. And then he realized Angel had scooted over to sit on the floor beside him, wedged against the corner of the couch, their shoulder to his hip. “Thanks,” they said softly. “I promise, I really won’t tell anyone.”

David sighed, resisting the strong urge to touch them.

Marie got there sooner than the food, and to David’s dismay, he did not have a head injury.

He did have two broken ribs, a broken arm, and an unempowered human with a direct line to pull at his heart.

Marie could only heal the bones.

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even MORE incorrect quotes of the Shaw pack mostly angel in honor of Angel and Davey getting fucking HITCHED. YEAH

okay enjoy :)

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angel's friend: be honest with me, what is the real reason why you are not dating rght now?

angel: because my rommate doesn't like the idea of me bringing men home.

davey: for the last time, we're not roommates we're married!

angel: i didn't know you were in here..

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angel: you have exactly three seconds to explain why you just woke me up!

davey: because it's morning and you should be awake

angel: oh.. interesting..i didn't know you wanted to DIE today

davey: angel you can't kill me

angel: it's too late i've already decided how!

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angel: you're stupid!

asher: well you're dumb!

angel: ..

angel: i don't like your hair!

milo: *gASP* ohmyGod they went there-

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asher: okay this one's really simple!

milo: uhh.. water?

asher: no no no hot!

davey: lava?

asher: no no no think hotter!!

angel: oh oh! davey's dad!

tank: oh my God ew what..

asher: YES THAT'S CORRECT

davey: wait what the-

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asher: two best friends sitting in a tree!

babe: yup

asher: they might kiss!

babe: no

asher: they might?

babe: no they won't

asher:

asher: why'd you have to say that..

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*ash and angel playing a game*

angel: THE FUCK YOU CALL ME DAWG

angel: IM GOING FULL MEXICAN ON YOUR BITCH ASS

angel: *ANGRY SPANISH NOISES*

asher: DAVID TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE SAYING

davey: pf-

asher: WTF THEY SAYING BRO I DON'T SPEAK TACO BELL

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angel: when first met you, i thought you were weird and annoying

asher:

asher: and?

angel: and you are.

angel: i've just grown to like that about you

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angel: goodmorning my gorgeous fiance

davey: leave me alone

angel:

angel: SOMEONE woke up with an attitude!

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asher and milo singing loudly in the car: TOMOROW!! NA NA NA NA NA

angel: ash there ain't gonna be no tamananananana

angel: if you don't put your fucking seat belt be belt be belt ON!

davey, holding on to angel for dear life: we're gonna die-

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asher: how old are you again?

angel: uhh..

angel: it's 2022 right?

asher: yeah..

angel: yeah okay hold on..

angel: *starts counting on their fingers*

milo: ???

angel: [age]

asher: did you really just have to calculate your own age?

angel: well i didn't think i'd MAKE IT THIS FAR

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quinn: i could kill you right now if i wanted to.

angel: i..i mean like..so could anyone else..

quinn: . what?

angel: i mean like, so could a horse.. a cat..

angel: like i really ambitious duck..

angel: you're not special...

davey: oh my God.

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and now i give you

✨ angel hating christian for the rest of this post ✨

i know he got some character development but i still don't like him :)

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christian: you really shouldn't joke about your parents' deaths

christian: that's really disrespectful

angel:

davey: angel don't-

angel: what're you gonna do?

angel: tell my mom?

asher: pfft-

angel: tell my dad?

davey:

angel: go ahead! they're listening!

angel:

angel: they said SHUT UP

christian:

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christian: i think i pulled a muscle

angel: you can't pull what you don't have

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asher: what should we get christian for his birthday?

angel: talent.

milo: HA

davey:

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christian: thought you guys were my friends.

angel: IM not your friend :D

davey: Jesus angel

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angel: welcome to dating advice with angel!

angel: christian, what's your question!

christian: how do you tell if a girl likes you-

angel: she doesn't!

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christian: okay how do i get a girl to ask me out?

asher: uhh

angel: mm.. well you know how everyone says "just be yourself"?

christian: yes..?

angel: well don't do that!

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christian: you can't think of one thing that you like about me?

angel:

angel: i like when you're sad

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christian: this martini is delicious

angel: that's fucking fanta!

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my personal self-insert of angel is my favorite. interesting way of making you love yourself 💀

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REASONS I SHOULD BER THE #1 CHRISTIAN and/or CAELUM FAN

@plaqying sorry this took so long i was making the animation

CHRISSY

of every redacted character I have as a fleshed-out character, especially in the redemption/possession au, Christian is by far the most detailed (fic coming soon please ask)

That's my man

woof. he is so rahhh es I know he barely has any audio

I have so many ideas for this man's interactions with different characters please ask

I want him so bad

I'm gonna put him on my wall (making him an icon and a face design and merch)

I'm a silly little guy and he's a silly little guy and we should get married because of that

mean friends chefs kiss Ash and him are actually friends and so ar him and Milo idgaf

give me one chANCE PLEASE

he's my skrunkly

he is in every fic draft I hAVE

I'm gonna marry him in the sims when I buy it

aussie. woof

in conclusion your honor I love him and I wanna squish him to death

CAELUM

thats my son

thats my boy

ill defend him with my life

i do actually have his icon on my wall (proof at end)

thats my bOYYYYYY

him and freelancers friendship < 3

he was at daveys wedding i would know i took him there

how can you not love him

stuffed animal man.

in conclusion i think hes neat

now inclusing hc/blinkie post here

[themeridian]

SPOILERS FOR THE SUMMIT!!

OH SHIT

ok so in the comment section i wrote a list of my thoughts throughout the whole thing so imma just put them here too because i think we're getting a summit pt. 2!!!

edit 1:he got them a crown for their first summit just like WILLIAM DID FOR HIM!!

edit 2:omfg Porter "gatekeep gaslight girlboss" Solaire TREASURE AINT GONNA BE TGERE?!?!

edit 3: YES VINCENT HE IS A BASTARD TF IS UP WITH HIM

edit 4: ALEXIS THE CUNT!! shes being so condescending and i just wanna blow her head off. "i turned him because i wanted him" DIE!

edit 5: Alexis and Porter _dont_ like each other??

edit 6: why is he being nice to darlin?????? i stg i cant w him

edit 7: is sam gonna get in a fuckin fight?? YAYYYY!!

edit 8: why is there foreshadowing with them talkin bout "be careful who u trust" WHYYYY IS QUINN GONNA BE BACKKKKK

edit 9: why does Alexis sound hurt?? ew shes playing the victim.

edit 10: SWEETHEART IS LOOKING INTO CLOSEKNIT??? WTFFFFF!! ARE THEY GONNA GET SUNSHINE OUT?

BIG LORE:house of bennett is helping out closeknit

edit 11: why is porter helping? a dangerous game? hes against closeknit!!

edit 12: bennett is having an important conversation and SH gonna be a stalkerrrr

edit 13: so ash almost just had a crisis and baaabe helped him out and now SH gets to stalk!!

edit 14: i think sam feels a little bad about yelling at Alexis but hes still pissed at the same time....?

edit 15: oooohhhh shittttt-Ash is telling David abt the Bennetts and Daveys not happy!!

edit 16: awwww hes just tryna look out for SH 🥹🥹

edit 17: less people at closeknit means no good so their giving more money to make an INVERSION PT. 2?!?!????!?!!!!?? FUCKKKKKKKK

edit 18: bros lecture is honestly spitting bars "power means connections, power means knowledge" POP OFF

edit 19: BENNETTS CAUSED THE FUCKJNG INVERSION TO GET POWER BITCHHHHHHH

edit 20: THEY GON FIGHT! OH SHIT! THEY GETTING SIDE EYES!! AAAHHHH

edit 21: KING OF BENNETT IS DEAD?!? CLIFFHANGER?!? OMFG AAAAHHHHH

i was so close to getting a bingo!

its 12:30 am for me and i have rehearsals until 10:00 at night tmr...oh well!

[purplefixations]

The Best Thing We Never Planned

In honor of the most recent David audio, here is my mind started thinking after I finished listening to it. This is what I think would happen the next morning.

(in the mates gc)

Angel: *picture of David cuddled up to them, sleeping peacefully*

Angel: my fiance is the cutest😍😍😍

Baabe: aww, im saving this for future black mail

Baabe: WAIT!!!

Sweetheart: We're not gonna breeze past that like you didn't say what you just said!

Baabe: i swear to god if you're messing with us!

Baabe: angel answer your phone

Sweetheart: If this is a joke I'm gonna kill you, very slowly

Angel: what do yall want?

Angel: oh...

Baabe: "ya'll" lmao

Baabe: you're around sam too much

Sweetheart: What you mean oh?

Angel: u guys didnt know?

Baabe: NOO?!

Baabe: ash didn't either

Sweetheart: Same with milo

Angel: hold up, how do I know they that didnt know and just kept it a secret?

Baabe: look at my bf and tell me he can keep a secret :/

Baabe: also, I screeched when I saw the word "FIANCE" and he wanted to know why...

Angel: u screeched?

Baabe: I WAS SUPPRISED OKAY!!!

Sweetheart: And I thought milo was jumpy 😂

Baabe: don't pick on me sweetheart, you still havent answered the question.

Sweetheart: Oh, I asked Milo if he knew as soon as I saw the text

Angel: why...

Sweetheart: I assumed he knew and just forgot to tell me

Angel: and he didnt?!

Sweetheart: nope

Sweetheart: It seems David decided not to tell anyone, not surprising tho

Sam: Why is my phone blowing up all at once?

Baabe: scroll up

Sam: Congratulations Angel

Angel: DID U KNOW?!?

Sam: No, no one told me exactly. But Tank mentioned something a few days ago about David and serious commitments, so I'm not exactly supried

Baabe: TANKER KNEW?!????

Sam: Maybe, I can ask.

Sweetheart: I mean, David has been trying to actually include Tank in pack/friend stuff, so maybe this was one of the things.

Baabe: makes sense, tho ash and milo might feel a bit betrayed lol

Sam: They said that David asked them for help with what to say to not sound too cheesey. They also said that it was still extremely sappy in the end.

Angel: it was but it was a nice kind of sappy

Baabe: awwwww

Baabe: what'd he say?

Angel: i dont really remember the words

Angel: it was very long and i think i started crying near the beginning of it all...

Sweetheart: Haha, crybaby

Baabe: HEY! the only one aloud to call them baby is David, back off

Angel: YEAH

Sweetheart: Is this you saying that David calls you a crybaby, and you like it?

Angel: WAiT

Baabe: hahaha

Baabe: masochist

Angel: do you want me to put you on blast? cuz i have receipts

Sam: Okay, I'm going to stop this before it gets out of hand. Again, congrats Angel.

Angel: thanks sam

Sweetheart: Congratulations from me and milo

Baabe: and milo?

Sweetheart: He's been asking for live updates on this situation

Sweetheart: He has also demanded that he gets to help David pick out a suit

Angel: he has to take that up with davey, but honestly that might be a good idea

Baabe: why?

Angel: i love him very much, but he lives in clothes just nice enough to look presentable.

Angel: and dirty work clothes

Baabe: haha

Baabe: ash says congrats too

Baabe: he's been reading this over my shoulder for the last few minutes

Angel: that tracks

Angel: thx tho

Sweetheart: On a serious note, if either of you need any help with filing marriage paper work for an empowered and non-empowered through dump, let me know

Baabe: is it hard?

Sweetheart: I wouldn't say hard, but it's a bit complicated and a lot

Angel: ill keep it in mind Sweets thx

Baabe: getting off that serious note

Baabe: ash made a meme and wants me to send it to you all

Angel: GIMME!!!

Baabe:

Angel: HahAhHAha

Sweetheart: Is that Aggro?

Baabe: he says yes

Angel: is he actually upset?

Baabe: nah, he's just dramatic

Sweetheart: pls tell me he sent that to David

Baabe: he did

Angel: hes still asleep so don't expect a response yet

Baabe: he's still asleep? I thought he was an early riser and shit?

Angel: normally, but i think the solstice tired him out

Sweetheart: It's probably an emotional vulnerability hangover

Angel: lmao

Baabe: haha

Sam: So it's not just Tanker who gets those.

Angel: LMFAO!!!

Angel: theyre too fucking similar

Baabe: hehehe

Baabe: oh shit, if i die pls have a picture of me at your wedding

Angel: ofc, but why r u dying?

Baabe: I didn't notice that ash left, and I smell smoke

Sweetheart: I'll make sure it's a cute picture

Baabe: bless you

Angel: oof, go make sure your mans didnt commit arson

Baabe: 👍

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Bonus:

"Angel, why did Asher and Milo send me vaguely threatening memes?"

"Ooohh. Yeah, that's on you."

"Why?"

"You're the one that didn't tell your best friends that you were proposing."

"I didn't tell them because they cant keep a secret. If I told them, they'd tell their mates, which would be fine but then everyone would start dropping hints and you'd get suspicious."

"Tanker tells Sam everything and you told them."

"How do you know I told Tanker?"

"As I said, they tell Sam everything."

"What- Did you add him to your weird group chat?"

"It's not weird Davey, and besides, he enjoys it."

"I don't know why I bother at this point."

"Because you love me!"

"Yeah. I do, you snot."

Idk how it got this long, I was not planning for that. I wrote this over the span of two ten minute breaks and my lunch at work, so that's why it's kinda chaotic. Anyways, love y'all <3

[vilf-lover]

WRITE IT WRITE IT WRITE IT‼️‼️‼️ (the thing ab ash seeing sam and darlin basically fukcing in tje club)

love this unprompted request i definitely wasn’t waiting to be asked to write

be generous im really fucking tired

love you angel @daveys-angel01 <3

ash

darlin

12:46pm

darlin’s phone buzzed underneath on the bedside table, they ignored it because based on the buzz pattern, it was ash.

they were grateful he texted the most out of the pack; which meant that they could ignore him.

they could ignore him…until their phone was damn near buzzing off the table.

*5 new messages from Ketchum🌈⚡️*

Heyyyy

Darlin’

Plz answer mee

I know you have your phone

And I know you didn’t have plans today

they caved.

Yes, Asher Talbot, what could you possibly want this early

early? that means you must have had a nice night. i knew it!

a cackle ensued after he had practically yelled at his phone

What the fuck are you on about?

Milo and I were talking

David said he wasn’t because he didn’t want to “infringe upon the privacy” of you

blah blah blah

he’s so boring

asher could not

1. talk about one subject without going on tangents with unnecessary details

2. just send one long text like a normal person

Anyway, when you left the club

I said it was because you were getting freeeekayyy 😼😼

ash and his mate were the only ones who understood his texting humor…or any of his humor really

Milo said you weren���t, it was just to get space. It’s obvious who’s your best friend, the one who knows you the best (pssst it’s me)

Can you tell me there was a reason for texting me other than this delightful conversation in which you tell me how you’re betting over what my mate and i are doing

Ohhh yeah

wanna come over? maybe even play minecraft

We both know i don’t play minecraft.

well can you still come over? pretty pleeeeeasee

babe had to go back to work and i’m bored

😪😢😩😞😭

Oh my god. fine

they pulled up to his house

after playing for a good hour, the club was brought up

I miss going partying, college used to be so fun, plus i forgot how great of a dancer you are

Oh please. I mean, I wasn’t allowed to go out when i was with Quinn so this was a dramatic shift.

Even Sam got into it! I thought he wasn’t a dancer. “I don’t feel like stumbling all over like a hog straight out of the muck” or whatever he said when we were walking in

he did the godawful southern (if you could even call it that) accent that he just loved showing off

Darlin slapped him while they both chuckled

I personally think he was focused on a different kind of dancing but that’s just m-

ASHER.

HEY LOOK! i’m just saying if you don’t want me to bring up how you were basically fucking on the dance floor until you “inconspicuously” leave…maybe don’t do it i don’t knowww

the text to david “we’re leaving, nothings wrong” is a bit vague but come on

why are you reading the texts he receives?

he asked me to read it while he danced, or maybe i was looking over his shoulder wondering if i could get an answer because i saw you two walking out- the world may never know

a few more whacks were laid upon asher’s arm

i’ll give it to you, you save a lot of horses considering you ride that cowboy all the time, starting to think it’s just becoming a tradition between the three of us, you practically jumping on sam while i’m an unknowing bystander except this time it was the rest of the club too

and thank you

it’s not good, but it’s alright and i’ll probably make something else once i’m not tired

[starlitangels]

Songs and Ships!

I’ve been tagged by the lovely @floofdeloop for the songs and ships game, where we post songs that we associate with certain ships!

So, now the entire fandom gets to see how milquetoast my music taste is. Sorta. I just have very specific criteria for songs that I associate with characters and ships and a lot of songs I love don’t meet said criteria 

Enjoy! Also I don’t know how to use Spotify on my computer, just my phone, so we’re doing YouTube links instead so I don’t lose my mind

Avior/Starlight

Other Side - Anberlin this one doesn’t count because Erik dropped it in a stream. I just like it and kept it

Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay (does this one need an explanation? I don’t think it does)

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane (this one doesn’t count either. Floof put it on an Avior/Starlight playlist first)

Endless Night - The Lion King on Broadway (switch Father for Starlight and it works leave me alone)

Vincent/Lovely

Stand By You - Rachel Platten (they’ve been through so much)

Electric Love - BØRNS (cheesy, cliché, doesn’t count?)(gendered but Vibes™)

Chasin’ the Sun - The Wanted (it’s a bop and a lot of the lyrics vibe and also can’t beat the music video lol)

Elliott/Sunshine

Bring Me the Night - Sam Tsui and Kina Grannis (just listen to it and you’ll know exactly what I mean)

Happy as the Sun - Tyrone Wells (another one where you just have to trust me)

Gavin/Freelancer

Love Like This - Ben Rector (I’ve been too cowardly to send this one to @gingerbreadmonsters for months now but this song encompasses them perfectly and I take no criticism)

Extraordinary Magic - Ben Rector (just cute)

Glad You Came - The Wanted (i mean, tell me this isn’t early S1 of these two and you’ll be wrong, innuendo in the lyrics or not)

Asher/Babe

Babe - Styx (one of my favorite songs growing up, and I hc that Gabe was really into classic rock and passed it on to both Davey and Ash)

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go - Wham! (idk why. just. energy)

Davey/Angel

Angel - Theory of a Deadman (I think one of the only obviously-gendered ones, sorry. The song slaps)

Gravity - Tyrone Wells (the one couplet about foundation cuts to the core of their relationship)

Everything - Michael Bublé (I just think it’s neat, and for some reason I imagine Davey looking a lot like my actual husband even though they’re nothing alike and this is kinda-not-really our song. We don’t have “a song,” we have a playlist)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (from David’s POV)

I’m also semi-convinced that Angel teases David with every song with “Angel” in the title including “Angel with a Shotgun” - The Cab

Sam/Darlin’

As Long As You’re Mine - Wicked Soundtrack (don’t know why. it just is)

My Demons - Starset (Vibes™)

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz (if you look me dead in the eye and say this isn’t them I will simply not believe you)

Stand By Me - Florence and the Machine (this version specifically because it wrenches my heartstrings)

Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson (Darlin’s POV)(yup this one gets put on twice)

Also “Never Die” - All Good Things is the Darlin’ beating the snot out of Quinn song and I take no criticism on this

I think this was supposed to be 5-10 songs for one ship but my brain doesn’t work like that. Have too many songs to listen to

Tagging @frenchiefitzhere and Ginger (if you haven’t already been tagged!), and @ryn-halo26 and @dollscircus

[jacedified]

SUMMIT PT 2 LIVE REACTION

wdym u can explain eventually

TELL HIM VINCE- i-

WILLIAM ORDERED U but like why tho

ok porter i love u MWAH

SOLAIRES STAND AS ONE NATION UNDER GOD INDIVISIBLE whatever whatever

ALEXIS GET UR SHIT TOGETHER

period alexis

i would love a game of clue rn

shes not wrong abt the wrinkles

LEX??? WTF AYE Lex VINCENT WTF DO U MEAN LEX

sweethearts safe and sound BLESS 😭

GIRL ATP I NEED U TO SPEAK IM TO ANXIOUS FOR SILENCE

milo bby its ok OUR POOKIE IS OK

asher smooch MWAH ily be safe

yea davey king dead happened while u were in negotiations

PUSH THEM AWAY???

DAYYYUMM ofc they didnt get to see who did the murder DAAAMMNIT

idky but evacuate the dance floor is playing in my head

(EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR DOO DOO DOO DOO IM ADDICTED TO THE SOUND) ((i forgot the lyrics))

aww another trusting moment between the men

PORTER CMERE BABES

yeah tell him asher

GET HIS ASS

PORTERR ill-

GET HIM ASHEERRRR

im crying i have tears in me eyeballs yall i cant

SPEAK SIR

ok thats true but like why did u send SH in there right before u knew he was gonna die????

DID I HEAR HEARSAY

true i cant handle a war rn and lovely shouldnt be spending their first year fighting on behalf of a clan they just became a part of

porter if ur not spinning then why do u look like a ballerina rn?? hmm?? EXPLAIN

YEA BUT THE NUDGE WAS DONE KNOWING SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN A LITTLE HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN FUCKING NICE

lets go crazy crazy crazy till we see the sun

the department is right there.. in sweetheart form

BLOOD FIRST??? oh yeah vampire clan rules blah blah i remember this being mentioned during quinns little moment

WHO TF IS SPEAKING?? alexis? GIRL THATS NOT U SPEAK LIKE NORMAL

OH THE MONARCH IS SPEAKING i was lost

baas? bahs? someone spell this for me i wanna kiss her SORRY yall

BOYS JUST KEEP UR WOLFY HANDS DOWN

. . . yeah shes not wrong solaire and friends should probably sit out

MILO ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

as if you care princely pop..

OH- TELL HIM ALEXIS clock him

oooooh???

alexa play ash by seventeen

well william aint here rn hes got other rich people duties

i hope SH is like stupidly staring at alexis the way i would be

so ur saying u left him alone before he died

HE DIDNT SAY? mf u were pestering abt funding just say he was annoyed w u

LEAVE WILLIAM ALONE HES BUSY (this is my sticking up for my 500 something yr old bby daddy)

well thats just hearsay princely poo

oh- AYE ADAM DESERVED IT CUNT!! (no he didnt i love him but yes he did)

YEAAAA TELL HIM

thank u porter poo

yea … christopher

they were fighting vincent for the most part so alibi CHECK

sorry monarch we didnt mean to kil- i mean let the king die without notice.. ill let u know next time

THEY FOUND SOMETHING YAALL

MORE TO THE STORY??? omg OH SHIT demon blood on a letter opener is crazy

so someone stabbed my other future husband with a letter opener

SHE CALLED ASHER PUP i love the monarch

OK MONARCH I WAS JUST COMPLIMENTING U GOD DAMN IT BE NICE

ok maybe david was a little silly asking that question but u cant expect him to know everything

so basically what im hearing is a demon was involved only ppl who closely align with empowered and demons would the house of bennett and their relationship with closeknit

CHRISTOPHER U LYING SACK OF SHIT WE CAUGHT U

ONE OF U OLD BAGS CALL ANOTHER SHAW PACK BOYS A DOG AND YOULL BE ON THE NEXT BEHEADING LIST

exactly someone got caught lacking after killing the king and didnt think to fuckin check themselves before letting the king be found

period porter.

i would retype all of this but shes just speaking fact so i dont need to take note of any of it

YOU GAVE HER THE POWER TO DO SO DUMBASS

ANOTHER DEATH??? damn both kings dead during the summit is wild

yeah milo my mind is kinda blown

NO MORE MONEY FOR CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT NO MORE MONEY CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT

vincent im too mentally unstable for an “are you alright lovely”

I REMEMBER IT BEING SPELLED BAAS so monarch baas is very right

NO HES JUST A BBYGIRL HE DONT KNOW NOTHIN

help “with any luck it wont be the last” shes so real for that

YES MAAM THIS WILL BE REPEATED TO KNOW ONE LOVE U HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF UR SUMMIT *bow bow*

vincent listen i love u but like shes right we just have to keep it pushing

PORTER VINCENT TALK TIME lets gooo

IM EXCITED FOR PT 3

[i-didnt-do-1t]

SKITTERY HOLDING BLINK AND COMFORTIMG HIM

Skittery knows that he’s hardly the best at comforting people, Davey has a way of jumping straight to logic to help people solve their problems and Jack (although he would never admit it) has a way with words, and jokes and hope that makes all your problems seem small and irrelevant next to all the good things to come. Even Boots is pragmatic in his own sort of way and Mush cares so much he’ll not even ask what the problem is before he drags you outside and makes you do something to take your mind of whatever might be on it

Skittery… can be a bit of an asshole, if he’s honest.

He’s not great working with feelings. His own or someone else’s, but that’s not to say that he doesn’t care-

So here he is sat arm to arm with Blink in the empty lodging house and tryin to work out what the hell he should say.

“You wanna tell me why you’re uh-“ he doesn’t want to say crying, doesn’t want to point out the obvious, “upset?”

Blink aggressively rubs his red tinged eye with the back of his hand. “No.”

God Skittery wants a smoke. “Dave says it’s good to talk about your feelings if you don’t feel good.”

“You overheard Dave say that to Les last week, I ain’t 8.”

“So? Dave’s real smart, he’s probably right. And Tumbler says he feels better after he tells me about his nightmares.”

Blink shoots him a look at that and Skittery makes an effort to not stare at the tear tracks down his cheek.

“Again, the kid’s 8, Skits.”

“He’s 7 actually-“

“Shut up.”

Skittery shuts up.

Right, well the Davey method don’t seem to be working, and this is Blink, so maybe the Mush approach will have better results- Skittery stands suddenly, gripping Kid’s arm and pulling him up with him despite his protests

“The hell are you doing Skittery?”

The fact that Blink is getting whiny instead of angry is a good thing probably because it means somehow (and they have no idea how, Race has put a bet on how long it will take) Skittery is still reigning champion in not having a black eye courtesy of Kid himself.

“We’re going out for a smoke. Can’t have you moping inside all day.”

“Yeah, like you’re one to talk.”

Blink rubs at his eye again in a weak attempt to get rid of any evidence of tears as Skittery takes the steps two at a time, and whips out two cigarettes from his pocket in one hand and a match box in the other, tossing them to Blink.

Blink rolls his eyes but sits on the stairs out the front of the lodging house all the same, breathing in smoke as Skittery’s lights the end his own cigarette.

The rain is coming down in waves, and the doorway provides just enough protection from it.

Skittery blows out a cloud from where he leans in the doorway and glances down at Blink, nudging him with his foot,

Kid sends a glare his way, but it’s hard to take the look seriously with his red rimmed eye.

“What?” He says, voice flat.

Skittery shrugs a shoulder, inhales smoke, gazes out into the square. “Sometimes you just gotta smoke and be miserable right?”

A quiet almost laugh, half scoff interrupts the rain as Blink rolls his eye, shaking his head slightly as he taps ash off his smoke. “I think that’s the most Skittery thing I’ve ever heard you say in your life.”

But it seems to be working.

Skittery blows smoke and frowns in thought, maybe he does have his own way of comforting people.

[journey-to-aznoria]

no but you don't understand

davey losing everyone he has ever loved because of fate or luck or his own mistakes, and leaving his country and everything he has ever known

only to meet jeremiah, who has never had a home in the same way, who has been on the run as long as he can remember, who is the last of his kind but what does that even mean when no one else can ever understand all the implications that come with that and the cultural traditions that now only live on in him

and they meet and it's electric and they research the empire and they learn everything they can about the sentries, the crypt, the downfall of pulith and the rise of daniel's ancestors

meanwhile they fall so deep in love with each other because they both need a home and someone who will just listen, for once, someone who wants change and rebellion

BUT

when the time comes, davey can't do it. he can't face his fear and jeremiah had never and will never back down once he's decided something, so the two of them split up.

so once again, davey is left with no one, having lost the one person that he could fully trust with every part of himself

and he resolves to never fully trust anyone again, to never be as reckless with his life or his soul because it has only caused him hurt and pain

but this isn't the end of the story.

because they meet again, years later, and jeremiah forgives him. he FORGIVES HIM and davey doesn't know what to do with himself, with a second chance at relationship

we see him learn to trust, not just jeremiah, but the rest of the rebellion - he delegates to julia, he confides in arnold, and he helps lead revolution, standing up to and overthrowing daniel, a major domino in davey's story of rejections.

but then, before he can live out his dreams with jeremiah, before it's all over, before the war is even won, he's killed. daniel, that first piercer of his heart, returns with a vengeance.

jeremiah saved him the first time, but this time there is no resurrection, no rising from the ashes.

it leaves you feeling sad, empty, because they had an epic story of love and hope and forgiveness and redemption.

but the rebellion had to end the way it started: with the death of a loved one, and davey on both sides of the coin just proved his necessity to the story.

this is why davey is maybe my favorite: he has so much depth and backstory, a history of poor judgement and decisions made out of fear. in the end, he chooses his own destiny: he saves his friends, he helps end the imprisoning reach of the empire, but it's still daniel on the other end of the knife.

daniel, who killed his spirit all those years ago

daniel, who never really left davey's mind or heart

daniel, davey's closest friend and worst enemy

do you see what i'm getting at??

i just love davey so much

[copsecore]

Warning: Long Ass Post (im sorry)

Darlin:

super specific but i feel like Darlin’ calls Sam “Sammy”, and that THAT’S why Quinn calls him that in the most recent vid; he knows that it’s a little soft nickname Darlin’ has for him and it’s part of his attempt to get under their skin and ruin yet another thing for the two of them.

Sam = Sammy, and godfuckingdammit Quinn you stay away from that nickname

Angel:

100% it’s Davey - it has been since day one and you know what? David doesn’t hate it anymore (erik why did you change his playlist to saying “David” 😔) - he used to because he thought it was a teasing bit, but now it reminds him of when he was a kid, and reminds him that he’s safe and loved by this absolute crackhead of a person

Sweetheart:

Calls Milo “Shawty” as a play on “Shorty”, but always meaning it with love and affection - will also call him “Mi” or “Mye”, or hell, even “Lo” if they feel like it. Not much to pull a nickname from, is their excuse.

BONUS: they’ll call Aggro “Aggy” (with a hard g sound) - Aggro loves it and Milo acts annoyed that he’s never that pleased whenever HE nicknames the cat anything

Baaabe:

Wolfie, for Ash, as a longstanding play on his “oh no babe i’m shifting and i can’t answer the door” bit, which has absolutely been done multiple times, don’t even try to tell me otherwise, that man will shift to get out of anything, the little shit.

He also responds to *barking noises*, just….cuz, and Babe thinks it’s the funniest thing to see him duck his head around a corner to find them when they do it

Also just Ash/Asher, they’re a simple person with simple needs

Freelancer:

Settles for the classic “babe” mostly, for Gavin, either that or “Gav” and doesn’t say “Vin” because they think it’s too close to Vindemiator, which he doesn’t like.

Will also say “bitch”, endearingly, but that goes for anyone

Lovely:

Vin/Vinnie, it’s simple and he thinks it’s cute. They like calling him it in front of Sam or Will because the aggressive side-eye of “don’t you fucking dare say anything about this” that he gives afterwards is damn worth it - they specifically call him Vinnie when they’re teasing him about something *ahem* nsfw? He adores it either way, and likes that it rhymes with their own petname.

Baby (Ollie’s listener):

Ollie or Ols, soft and sweet, and he’s said that he’s only “Ollie” to those he likes. They would call him Oliver as a bit though, for dramatic flare

Smartass:

A-aron from that meme. That’s his contact name in their phone. He didn’t know what it was at first and they got the joy of sitting him down and showing him the video. He wasn’t best pleased, but went along with it anyway.

They’ll also call HIM “Smartass” in return, i fully believe they have it as a back-and-forth thing, rather than just one-sided him @ them

Sunshine:

Has definitely referred to Elliott as “the man of my dreams” multiple times, but mostly settles for Eli

Honey:

“Dumbass” but lovingly, like early-days David called Angel. Also “Pizza” because why the hell not, his name’s Guy and he’s a pizza guy, they’ll never let him live it down. Anything “mean” tbh - “idiot” has also been on the cards several times.

Cutie:

Called Geordi “George” a handful of times, seeing as it’s “Jordi” in english, either that or “Lieutenant Commander La Forge”, as was his contact name in their phone, or “Trekkie” for pretty much the same reason; they liked joking about where his name’s from (erik i’m looking at you)

Regulus’ Listener:

I mean probably nothing seeing as I don’t think they can talk during the interactions? But if they could, then “Reggie” or plain old “Regulus” tbh, i don’t know enough about them to gage this sorry

Warden:

Started off as “Vega” for the sake of remaining professional, mentally nicknames him “Lyrae” as is the second name for the star itself, or just goes with “V” (Vee), which he likes the most, but won’t say it. (he’s growing softer for them by the day okay)

Starlight:

Sounds cringe (Marauders fans don’t come for me) but “Moony” for Avior, because ya know, the moon and the stars? it fits, aight? After they lost their memories though, they returned to calling him Avior, and it hurt him so much more.

[NONCANON]:

Freelancer @ Huxley:

Hux. Hands down, nothing changes. Except for that one time they slipped up and called him “Huckle Berry” and he was pleased, but they never did it again coz “god that was awful”

Freelancer @ Damien:

Dames, as per usual, or “Mimi” if they wanna piss him off. “Firecracker” is another, they called him “Anthracite Vertical Radiator” over text once and he nearly became the first person to set something on fire through a screen.

Freelancer @ Lasko:

Laz is their go-to, a typical nickname of just removing the last couple letters of the full name (guilty as charged), but calling him literally any pet name at all will have him blushing and unable to hold eye contact (N-C Lasko is horny as fuck and we all know it)

Tell me if i missed any! - i started off as just thinking up Darlin’s but the ball kinda rolled away on itself and here we are

Forget what redacted boyfriends or mates call the listeners, what do the listeners call their bfs/mates???

Personally I just call everyone any name under the sun. I might make a hc post abt it but- what are your takes?

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth in Your Skin - 10

The tattoo au continues! Darlin/David, Milo/Sweetheart, Asher/Huxley. <3 <3

tags: trauma, past violence, scars, angst, hurt/comfort, communication, sex, language, tattoos, piercings, learning to trust, new relationships, found family.

The Truth in Your Skin - 10

They weren’t sure what they’d been expecting from the coverup tattoo, but they definitely hadn’t expected David to lay out four different sketches on the big glass table. He explained each one, the idea he had and the vision. How it would line up and how it would connect to their other tattoos. None of them were an imitation of their own style, but all of them incorporated the watercolors they’d been doing on the rest of their body.

His teeth clicked on the plastic of his pen while they considered the sketches. Was he nervous? Darlin wasn’t sure they’d ever seen him like this before—like he was worried about what his client thought of his work.

They were all good. They were all gorgeous and a lot of work. But they knew instantly which one they wanted—because they wanted it. They hadn’t really expected to want the tattoo more than to get rid of the mark Quinn had left. They hadn’t thought of it as art, not really, they had just thought of it as a patch. But that wasn’t how David had thought of it.

They traced one of the big peonies in the design. He had one like this on his arm.

“We can use a different flower, if you want,” David said. “Or something else entirely.”

Darlin shook their head. They wanted that one. The peony was his style, like the ones he’d put on his own body, and he’d used its lines and its shadows to cover the ugly letters, but he’d added the delicate, colorful watercolors to match their own work. “It’s perfect,” they said and then blushed, taking their hand away from the sketch. “It’ll be a lot of work. We can do sittings whenever you have time but it’s no rush.”

David nodded, turning the design around to look at it again. “I only had the one tattoo this morning. We can start if you don’t have another client.”

Darlin blinked at him.

David held their gaze. “Or we can wait. We can do it afterhours.”

“No.” They shook their head. It wasn’t a secret. It wasn’t supposed to be a secret. That would somehow make it worse.

David was about to say something else when the back door opened and shut.

Darlin hadn’t missed how David waited to break out the sketches when Asher left to get lunch and before Milo and Sweetheart got in.

Asher swung into the room, slurping the last of his soda from the straw like it would be a defeat if he didn’t get every last drop at the bottom.

“Hey, Ash,” David said, nudging his chin toward him.

Asher nudged back, walking past when he stopped short. “Ooooh, what do we have here?”

“Davey’s doing a coverup for me,” Darlin said before they could chicken out.

Asher nodded, eyes on the sketches, nudging one to the side to get a look at the other. “These look great,” he agreed and then gasped dramatically. “Fuck! That means he gets to tattoo you and I don’t?”

David snorted and walked to the printer to scan off the sketch they’d picked onto transfer paper.

Asher was still studying one of the ones on the counter. “This is big. Where you putting it?” he asked, slurping again.

Darlin wasn’t sure if he was really asking or not. They’d sort of figured David would have told him, but then maybe he wouldn’t. David wasn’t exactly a gossip. “My side,” Darlin answered, coughing when their voice wavered a little.

Asher looked at them then, but whatever he thought was hidden. He slurped again and then shook his cup to move the ice around. “David’s really good at cover ups and that one you picked looks amazing,” he said, heading over to his station.

Darlin nodded, shuffling toward David’s bench. Their heart beat faster. David eyed them when he came over with the print out, laying it to the side and prepping his station. He didn’t rush, like he was giving them time to back out. He’d meant it, of course. They could do this after hours. They knew he’d come in early or stay late and never complain about it, just to do it when there was no one else around.

A part of them wanted that. But they wouldn’t do it. It would make something that already felt shameful and twisted a real secret and they couldn’t deal with that too. They’d convinced themself it wasn’t, but that had been easy when they conveniently kept their shirt on.

They shook out their hands like they were going to lift weights, not peel off a light t-shirt.

“Darlin—” David started.

They swallowed and pulled their shirt off, tossing it toward their own station and well out of reach. They stepped up to him, turning just so to give him access to their side. He was so close now that they were breathing in his body wash.

“I’m going to sanitize the area and then we’ll get the stencil on and you can make sure it’s where you want it, okay?” he said, like they didn’t know how this worked.

Darlin huffed a thin laugh and glanced up at him.

He smiled back and shrugged. “It’s not every day you get a tattoo. You should get the whole package. Just wait until we’re done and I tell you how to take care of it.”

Darlin laughed for real then, almost able to hide the sharp intake when he sprayed their side and wiped down their skin before pressing the paper over. He was so careful about getting it lined up just right.

They checked it out in the wall mirror. They didn’t really want to. They tried not to look at it, ever, but they knew that would be weird. They had to at least drag their gaze over the outline of the new tattoo. They nodded before they looked, but they stared longer than they meant to. The bright purple ink outlined what would be, the brutal sharp letters still there, still dark and angry, but the idea of what he planned to do was there too and they could almost see how it could be.

“If it’s not quite right we can move it, or I can change the design.”

Darlin shook their head, eyes misting over. They looked away. “It’s good. Thanks.”

The bell over the front door chimed in the other room and Asher jumped up from his station, tossing his cup into the trash. “That’d be my next appointment,” he announced just like usual and headed off to collect them.

Darlin sat down at David’s bench, leaning back into the deep recline, almost completely laid out, and tried not to let that exposed feeling take root. The shop music seemed louder when they were the one getting the tattoo. They’d never really sat in anyone else’s chair before. They’d done all their own work but for that one time, that one night, and it wasn’t the same thing. They’d been half-knocked out on the floor of their apartment.

They shoved that thought away hard, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about it.

They were shaking. Oh god. They clenched their jaw, trying to will their body to stop.

David settled his hand on their side—not the side closest to him with the stencil waiting to be inked, but their other side. His latex fingers pressed firmly against their skin until they realized he was waiting. They looked up at him, his gaze waiting for theirs. He was steady. “I’ve got this,” he said, voice low but easy to hear even with the music. They were so close. “But if you want more time, if you want to wait, it’s okay. If you want some time to just chill in the chair, we can do that too.”

Darlin stared up at him, knowing he meant it. They swallowed and shook their head again. “I’m good. Do it.”

The corner of his mouth twitched with a smile and his tongue rolled against the inside of his lip, flicking that silver ring. “Always so fucking tough…” He moved the ink tray closer, picking up the needle gun and starting it up.

They had heard that sound a million times. They worked with that hum. They did this for an art and for a living. But for a split second there, it sounded like it had that night. They took a deep breath and forced themself to look at him. At David.

“If it hurts too bad you can tap out,” he said, that smile in the corner of his mouth still.

Darlin smirked back, heart still pounding. “Fuck you.”

He grinned outright, palm to their skin again, over the scars and the stencil, picking his start point. “I won’t tell if you cry,” he continued to tease when the needle touched down.

It wasn’t that it hurt.

Darlin was okay with pain.

It was the trust. It was letting someone put ink on their skin. Their fingers squeaked at the padding of the seat when they tried to hold on, tried to hold themself still, tried not to get up and run.

David didn’t immediately lift the needle, but he didn’t work for more than a handful of seconds before he did. “There,” he said to the work. “One line in. Only like a thousand more to go.”

Darlin huffed, nodding.

He continued. “Put your hand on my shoulder,” he said casually, like that was at all normal.

Darlin blinked, still trying to stay focused on the here and now. “What?”

“Hand. Shoulder,” he said, working. Darlin settled their hand on David’s shoulder.

“If I pull, you’ll fuck up,” they thought aloud.

David smirked again, eyes on his work. “I won’t fuck up. You can squeeze as hard as you need to. I’ve got you.”

Darlin held their breath, watching him, their fingers pressed against his shoulder through the thin fabric of his sleeve. He didn’t look back, all of his attention seeming fixed on their skin and the ink, leaving them free to stare at the side of his face all they wanted.

Eventually they relaxed enough to drop their head back, enough to breathe easier, and even hold a conversation with him. It was okay. It was going to be okay, just like he’d said.

-

Asher didn’t see the tattoo David was covering up until his own client had left. He came back from the front room, stretching and walking over to get a look at the ongoing work.

He expected something bad, something painful. He expected a scar, like that deep one in Darlin’s lip or the one on their temple.

He came up slow enough that if David or Darlin showed any signs of not wanting him to get a look, he could easily keep walking to the back room and not peek. Asher loved peeking at things, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even be tempted.

Instead, Darlin and David continued talking about Huxley’s game that weekend and whether they should get something to eat before or after.

Darlin tensed the slightest bit when Asher stood next to them, looking down at David’s work. Instead of telling him to go away, they said, “Do you want to get something to eat before or after?” They were trying to sound easy, but he heard that strain like when they’d spoken to him earlier.

And he knew why.

The tattoo was a hack job that screamed anger and violence. He couldn’t imagine they’d sat in a chair for that. Couldn’t imagine they’d agreed to it or let it happen. And he couldn’t imagine it had been quick either. Asher swallowed the grief and rage that tried to bubble up in his chest. He leaned over from overhead, curling an arm around Darlin’s collar and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Before,” he said. If they didn’t want to talk about it, then he wouldn’t. “I’m going home with Hux after the game.”

Darlin relaxed, touching his arm. “We can meet up before and head over together.”

Asher nodded against the side of their head. “Sounds good. You and Davey riding together?”

David huffed and affirmative, gaze flicking up for a split-second to look at them before going back to work.

“Great, then you guys can give me a ride to the game.” He kissed Darlin’s head like it was a deal sealed and jumped up. “I’ve got a date with Huxley tonight. I’m going to blow him!”

Darlin laughed and David groaned, having to lift the needle and shooting Asher an agonized look. “What the fuck, dude?”

Darlin was still laughing so Asher didn’t quit. “Oh please, don’t act like you don’t love blowjobs. Everyone loves blowjobs.”

“This is a workplace, you moron!”

“And? There’s no one here.”

“I’m here!” David looked like he would have thrown something at him if it wouldn’t mean having to change his gloves.

Asher grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Tell me you hate blowjobs and I’ll apologize.”

David turned a shade of red.

Darlin was laughing so hard they were crying, starting to roll onto their side. David grabbed their hip to keep them on their back and continued to glare at Asher. “You are dead,” he mouthed, but the corner of his mouth twitched as though Darlin’s laughter was actually infectious.

Asher held up his hands in defeat and went back to his station to clean up.

He really did have a plan to blow Huxley that night.

It wasn’t so much a written plan as an intent to look for an opportunity to take things to the next level. They’d kissed, they were on the same page, and it wasn’t like Asher was a move-slowly sort of person. In fact, this was the longest he’d flirted with someone without fucking. As happy as he’d been that they hadn’t jumped right into sex, Asher was starting to feel insecure about it. He usually knew why people liked him, why they dated him or partied with him. The longer this went on, as amazing as this was, the more Asher started to get the nervous feeling that he wasn’t giving Hux any good reasons to stay.

Ash was great at good reasons. He was great at a lot of things. He just needed to show Hux those things…

They met up for dinner after Hux got off practice and then went back to Huxley’s place.

It was Asher’s first time at his place.

It wasn’t what he’d expected at all.

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been more plants than he could count, a lush carpet and possibly the most inviting couch he’d ever seen in his life.

“Do you want something to drink? I’ve got like a million kinds of tea and…” Hux started and then trailed off, blushing. “I mean, I’ve got beer too. I’m not drinking because I’ve got a game this weekend but if you want one—”

“No,” Asher shook his head, coming closer to follow Huxley into the kitchen. “Tea sounds great.”

Huxley smiled and it was gorgeous, definitely worth whatever he was in for with tea. Asher leaned against the counter and watched the other guy put on a kettle and pull some mugs out of the cupboard. Huxley was a big guy but he moved so deftly. “What kind of tea do you want?” he asked, opening a cupboard.

Asher grinned. It looked like something you’d see in a witch’s cabin! Full of jars and tins and smelling like flowers. He stepped closer to look at his options like he had any idea. “Your favorite.”

“Huh?” Hux laughed a little, looking back at him. “Mine?”

Asher nodded. “Yeah. I want to try your favorite.”

Huxley kept smiling when he pulled out a tin and told him about the blend and why he liked it. Asher could listen to him all day. He was unhurried and thoughtful. He prepared teabags and cups, the water starting to boil in the kettle.

“Can I kiss you?” Huxley asked.

Asher blinked, surprised. “Yeah! I mean,” he coughed and lowered his voice. “Yeah. Of course. You don’t have to ask.”

Huxley palmed his hip, stepping to the side to be in front of him, boxing him into the corner of the counter and leaning in.

It was unhurried too, like they had all the time in the world. Asher felt electric, gasping at just that slow, deep kiss. The kettle screamed and he whined, squeezing Huxley’s sides because he didn’t want that kiss to end. He sucked at his tongue when Huxley reached out to the side and turned off the kettle without having to move. Asher moaned around his tongue, lifting his shirt up his sides to drag his knuckles against bare skin, gratified when Hux pushed forward into what little space he had, pressing up against him until their thighs were slotting together. Asher’s dick jumped in his jeans at the feel of that thick thigh forcing his apart, pressing up against him. He bucked his hips, rubbing against him.

Asher broke the kiss to gasp, taking the opportunity to tug Huxley’s shirt up, biting his lip and clicking his teeth against studs when Huxley lifted his arms and took it off. Their hips still rolled together.

Huxley groaned, the sound deep and sending a shudder right through Asher. “We… We haven’t really talked about…” Hux said, voice so low now, his hands moving up Asher’s hips and under his shirt, palming his sides. “What do you like?”

Asher’s mind raced. “What?” He ran his palm up Huxley’s chest. What did he like? That was usually his question. Oh shit, he hadn’t asked it first. He kissed Huxley again, squirming against him. “I like you. I like this. I like the idea of seeing you naked…”

Huxley smiled into his kisses, nodding. “We can do that.” He tugged a little at Asher’s shirt. “You too?”

Asher nodded, pulling his shirt off and tossing it away eagerly.

Huxley looked at him, dragging his gaze down over his bare chest.

Asher flushed, nervous for the first time in what felt like his whole life. It’s not like he’d never been with guys bigger or hotter than him before. But this felt… different.

Huxley exhaled with a moan, his hands framing Asher’s ribs, his gaze passing over tattoos and catching on his nipple piercings. “Holy fuck dude…” He lifted him.

Asher gasped, legs spreading to bracket Huxley’s hips when he put him on the counter. Before he could say anything, Huxley leaned in and flicked a tongue against one of those studs before sucking.

Asher clutched at his shoulders, his head thumping back against the cupboard. “If you… If you like that… Just wait until you see… see… oh fuck…” His head thumped again.

Huxley lifted his head to look at him. “See what?” His gaze flicked over Asher’s face, at the two thin rings in his eyebrow, the bar in the bridge of his nose between his eyes, and the stud under his bottom lip. And then his eyes widened.

Asher’s heart clenched again. Why did he care so much how this guy reacted?

Huxley looked down at Asher’s jean clad crotch pressed up against his abdomen.

Asher held his breath.

“Bedroom?” Huxley asked, breathy and voice almost too low to hear.

Asher grinned. “Fuck yeah.”

-

Huxley grinned back, scooping his thighs to pick him up against him.

Asher wrapped his long legs around him, arms around his shoulders and hands in his hair.

Huxley carried him down the hall, kissing and nibbling his neck. He wanted to trace every tattoo with his tongue and fingers, but not right now. Right now, he desperately wanted to strip Asher down and get a look at all of him.

He’d seemed nervous when he took his shirt off. Hux couldn’t imagine why. He was hot and he definitely seemed into this.

He toed the door open and walked them in. Knees to his bed, he laid Asher down under him. He stole another kiss before moving his lips down his jaw, and his neck, to his chest, fingers working Asher’s jeans open.

Asher’s hand was in his hair, his body squirming under him. He made a string of sounds like he was trying to get words together and Huxley grinned against his side, slowing down just a little. Asher lifted his hips when Huxley curled his fingers into the waist of his jeans, letting him slide them off of him.

Huxley sat up, groaning when he pulled the other man’s pants down his thighs, exposing those dark boxer briefs and the straining bulge in them. He tossed Asher’s pants off the bed, more than ready to grab that elastic band and tug the last piece of clothing off of him, but Asher moved first, grabbing at Huxley’s shoulders and kissing him hard, rolling them on the bed until he was on top.

Huxley let himself be rolled. Of course he did. Asher was tall and lanky, but still not quite as tall as Huxley. He’d always been big and he’d always been careful about that when it came to his partners. If they wanted to roll him, or back him into a wall, or pull him down for a kiss, they definitely could. Asher definitely could. Huxley would gladly let Ash do anything he wanted.

He groaned happily when what Asher wanted right then, seemed to be opening his jeans and stripping him down. “Oh fuck,” Asher gasped softly when Huxley’s erection stood free. He slid down between his legs, until his own were off the mattress and his mouth sucking a spot on Huxley’s hip.

Huxley moaned, looking down his body to watch Asher’s gorgeous face so close to his dick. “You’re beautiful,” Hux exhaled. It wasn’t enough, but Asher’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise, like he didn’t know. How could he not know?

Asher smiled, hand sliding slowly up the inside of Huxley’s thigh. “I want to make you feel good,” he said, breath hot against the side of Huxley’s cock. “Can I?”

He swallowed at another moan, nodding. “Yeah… Yeah, anything, of course.” He gasped and arched a little when Asher cupped his balls, rubbing gently.

“Tell me what you like?” Asher practically purred, lips ghosting the side of his straining dick but still not quite touching.

Huxley tried not to squirm, shivering at the way Asher was teasing him. He almost said, anything. He’d like anything Asher wanted to give him. But that was a bullshit answer to a man with his mouth so close to his cock that if he twitched the right way, he’d slap those lips. “Right now? Right now, I want to know what that tongue stud feels like against my dick…”

The look on Asher’s face told him he’d said the right thing and he was rewarded with that tongue stroking him from base to tip, dragging that warm metal stud along his skin before he wrapped his lips around his head and sucked him down. He took all of him, swallowing and making Hux fist his hands in the bedding to keep from grabbing at Asher’s hair and rocking his hips up into his face.

“Oh fuck… Yes…” Hux moaned.

Asher hummed around him, sucking wetly.

Huxley watched him, Asher’s tattooed arm across his abdomen, the other still between his thighs to palm his balls. His hips ached to flex, his tingling right down to the base. “S-Stop. Ash…”

Asher lifted his head, panting, lips glossy and swollen but eyes alert. “Hux?” He stroked his thigh, the worry in his gaze making Huxley’s heart swell.

“It’s good. It’s too good,” he laughed, sitting up. “I’m not ready to finish.” He caught Asher’s jaw and tipped his face up, kissing him, drawing him into his lap. “I want to see you… All of you. Can I?”

Asher squirmed in his lap, rubbing them together, just the thin black fabric from his briefs between them. He hesitated again. It was fractional but it was there before he nodded.

Huxley squeezed his thighs. “We don’t have to.” He smiled, nudging his forehead against Ashers and moaning when he continued to roll his hips against his. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This is good too. This is so good, Ash.”

Asher’s dick twitched inside his underwear, his breath in tight gasps. Color flushed his cheeks, but he smiled sheepishly. “It-It’s not that I don’t want to. I want to. Fuck, I want to do everything.” He shivered out another breath, still rocking in Huxley’s lap. “I’ve never been shy, I swear… You’re just so…”

Huxley froze. So… So much? Too much? So big? So hot? He’d gotten all of those before. He was intimidating, or just too much. People usually pursued him because he was hot and big, like it was something to try.

Asher swallowed, blushing deeper, the red sliding down his neck and his gaze dropping to Huxley’s chin. “Important,” he finished in an embarrassed whisper.

Huxley stared at him.

Asher exhaled hard. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to, like, make this heavy. I just really like you and usually people that are interested in me that don’t have piercings are kind of… having a good time? Which is fine. I get it. But… I just… I don’t want to scare you off or be a one-time thing… Unless…” He winced, closing his eyes. “Unless that’s what you want, of course.” Those last words came out small, defeated but trying to be reasonable.

Huxley’s heart soared and broke all at the same time. “Fuck, dude.” He cupped Asher’s face, tipping it up to his, his thumb stroking gently under his eye. “It’s not a one-time thing. I like you. I really like you.”

Asher looked up at him, his hands fanning against his abdomen. “I didn’t mean to wreck the mood…”

“You didn’t,” Huxley promised. “I’m glad you said it. I don’t want you to think that I’m just, like, messing around or using you.” He smiled, flicking the elastic band of Asher’s underwear. “And you can keep these on as long as you want, but, like, know that you definitely don’t have anything going on that’s going to scare me off.”

Asher turned his face into Huxley’s palm, biting softly. “Promise?”

Huxley grinned. “Yeah. And I get what you mean. I don’t usually like the way people come onto me and I’ve had plenty of people pretend they were interested when they were really just interested in saying they’d slept with me.” The words tumbled out. He’d never really said them before, even if he’d thought about it plenty.

Asher straightened. “Really? That’s stupid. What a bunch of jerks.”

Huxley laughed, sliding his hands down Asher’s sides to his hips. Important. He thought Huxley was important. He resisted the urge to roll his hips up against Asher for friction. If he wanted to stop here today, they would.

Asher’s fingers curled against the back of his neck, squeezing when he lifted himself and then pushed down, finding contact again and pressing until they both gasped. “Fuck…” Asher whined.

Huxley shivered at the sound, squeezing his hips.

Asher bit his lip and lifted up onto his knees, breaking contact and whining again.

Huxley liked that sound way too much.

Asher blushed again, biting down a smirk and nudging his chin toward the tent in his dark underwear.

Huxley grinned, running two fingers along the elastic band and looking up at him. “Yeah?”

Asher nodded, lip still caught between his teeth.

Huxley curled his fingers into the elastic at his hips and slowly dragged it down, breath catching when the other man’s hard cock was freed. Asher held onto his shoulders and together they got him out of that last piece of fabric.

He had two piercings, horizontal bars one after the other, just under the head of his cock. Asher sat back down in his lap and they both gasped when their naked dicks touched, pressing and rubbing. “Fuck,” Asher whimpered, rutting against him.

“Can I touch you?” Huxley asked, breathy.

Asher swallowed hard, nodding, still hanging onto Huxley’s shoulders and squirming. Hux couldn’t help but imagine him bouncing in his lap with his cock buried inside him. Another time. They were both already so close. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Asher’s cock and squeezing gently, rubbing his thumb against those metal studs. He wanted to suck him off. He wondered what those piercings would feel like inside him, in his throat and in his ass. Another time. He planned to have plenty of times with Ash. He wanted to do everything. He wanted to know every way that drove him wild.

Asher whined, rutting into his hand. “Please… Fuck… I’m already…”

Huxley moaned, pushing Asher’s thigh to press him down into his lap, opening his hand to squeeze both their dicks together. Asher’s sounds got louder, sending chills through his body as he continued to move, his piercings rubbing against Huxley’s sensitive skin. “Yeah. Oh yeah…” He pumped them both, watching Asher. “Come for me. Come on me.”

Asher’s breath hitched. “Oh fuck!” He spasmed and practically danced in Huxley’s lap, coming with a cry, one hand clapping over his mouth in a belated effort to quiet himself.

Huxley shivered, coming with a gasp and a shove of his own hips.

They twitched there together for long seconds before Hux fell back, bringing him with him in a sticky heap. They caught their breath, clinging to each other.

“You should probably show me your shower,” Asher eventually said conversationally into his neck.

Huxley laughed, nodding and stroking a hand down his spine. “Yeah. Do… Do you still want to stay for tea?”

Asher sat up, pushing his mess of hair out of his face to look down at Huxley with a big smile. “I really do. I’ve never had tea before.”

Huxley laughed, thinking he was joking and then stopped when he realized he wasn’t. “Shut up!”

-

David was still awake when Asher got home, sitting on the couch with a controller in hand and eyes on the screen. “What time is it?” he asked, not looking away from the game.

“Almost two?”

David huffed. “How’d it go?”

Asher tossed his keys onto the table and shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it on the hook on the wall. David glanced at him, quickly assessing the state of his best friend. Asher grinned.

David went back to his game.

“Are you asking how my plans went?”

David rolled his eyes and groaned in disgust.

Asher practically skipped over, dropping himself onto the couch next to him. “Do you want all the details or just the highlights?”

“Please god no,” he deadpanned.

“I think we’re in a relationship!” Asher crowed.

David scrunched up his face. “I would think so… You were planning to blow the guy.”

Asher laughed, picking at the leftovers of David’s dinner on the coffee table. “So you do remember the plan!”

David clacked buttons, eyes on the screen while Asher ate cold fries. Finally he asked, “So, you had fun?”

Asher nodded. “So good. He’s amazing. And we had tea!”

“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

“It just means tea,” Asher insisted.

David wasn’t sure he believed him but he also didn’t want to ask. As long as Ash was happy and his date wasn’t a complete asshole, David was good. He actually liked Huxley. He wasn’t sure he’d ever liked any of Asher’s partners before.

Asher picked up the other controller, leaning back into the couch.

David exited his game and went into multiplayer mode.

“That tattoo on Darlin…” Asher said, voice low now, like if he was quiet enough no one would ever hear.

David’s jaw twitched. “Yeah.” Their first session had gone so well, better than he could have imagined. He was ready for them to have to wait, to start and have to stop, but Darlin got more comfortable with the work the longer they sat. David was the one who had to call it a day.

“That son of a bitch.” Asher murmured in the dark, thumbs smashing buttons and zombies blowing up on the screen.

“Yeah.” That son of a bitch.

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Surprise

this is a little Milo one shot, with my sweetheart OC, Casey. I won't spoil the surprise, but I will say that it's pretty awesome.

CW: Female reader (sweetheart is still they/them) (you'll understand why. trust me on this)

I picked at my nails nervously. I knew I shouldn't have been so anxious, but my brain was firing at all cylinders, wondering just how Milo would react. We'd been married for just over a year, and that newlywed feeling still hadn't quite faded yet. We'd talked about this before, and I knew he'd be ok with it, but I was worried about the strain this might put on our relationship.

Milo walked into the living room, balancing three bowls of popcorn. I laughed, taking the middle one from his arms and stealing a piece before setting it on the coffee table with the rest of the snacks needed for movie night.

"You ready sweetheart," asked Milo as he sat the other two bowls down and joined me on the couch. "I know I sure as hell ain't. I read the reviews for this movie, and multiple grown-ass men said they pissed themselves watching this." I leaned into him as he put his arm around me and pulled me to his chest.

"Actually," I said, sitting up a little. "Can we watch that movie you mentioned earlier? I don't think the stress from this one would be good for the baby." Milo's brow furrowed, considering what I'd just said.

"Yeah," he said, pulling me back down onto him. "Yeah, sure sweetheart."

I giggled as he quickly found the old movie he wanted to watch. It was based on a board game, one of my favorites, actually. I'd never seen it though, I preferred horror films to comedies.

"What?" he asked.

"Did you understand what I said?"

"Yeah," Milo responded firmly. "You think we should watch this classic film based on an equally classic game because the stress wouldn't be good for you right now, even though you've been dying to see this new scary movie since you saw the first teaser for it. That answer your question, Mx. Greer?" I smiled at his obliviousness.

"Yes," I answered, rolling my eyes. For someone who claimed to be extremely observant, Milo tended to let things fly over his head. "Now hurry up and press play before I fall asleep."

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We got about a quarter of the way through the movie before:

"Hey wait a minute," Milo said, pausing the movie and pushing me so that I was sitting up. "Baby? You don't mean..."

I nodded, my eyes welling up with tears. "I do. I am," I said. "I'm pregnant."

"Casey Greer this better not be one of your sick jokes," said Milo, tearing up. "Because if it is, then you are one sick lit-" I cut him off with a kiss. "It's not," I told him, now crying. "I really am pregnant, and yes, it is yours. You're gonna be a dad, Milo."

"I'm gonna be a dad," he said, his voice filled with awe. "And you're gonna be a parent. A damn good one, that's for sure. C'mere sweetheart." Milo held me gently in his arms as if he was afraid of crushing the little creature growing inside of me. "I love you, Sweetheart." I laid back down on his chest, smiling so much it hurt.

"I love you too. Now press play, I wanna see how this ends."

"Ever the prioritizer."

"Oh shut up, you love me."

"Indeed, now shush."

"Why you-"

"Shhhhhhhh."