#but hey you got a car out of it

[avocado62524]

[moeblob]

I am really tired of a situation rn.

[justablah56]

GUYS LOOK AT MY NEW KITTEN LOOK AT THE BABY BOY GUYS

he's just a sleepy little boy and I love him soso much

[arsonforcharlie]

if God didn't want me to keep getting in random strangers' cars, he wouldn't have made it so consistently rewarding for me

[lovelyisadora]

so glad today is the last full day of road trip 1 because:

we got lost in a forest

we went caving and the lights went out when they weren’t supposed to and we had to navigate the rest of the way in the dark

the caving trail wasn’t very long but had over 700 stairs. for context I am disabled 🙃

[icewindandboringhorror]

........creachure

[lesbianralzarek]

ugh. my father insists on telling the family group chat whenever i take a lil half-step towards being a functional adult. "oh, ella is learning how to drive in the snow! also, did you know that shes taking a class to become a pharmacy technician?" dad im 25. your next youngest daughter is starting a master's program. shut the fuck up, not everyone needs to know i couldnt drive in the snow until now

[softquietsteadylove]

love the Thenamesh 10 Things (I Hate About You) AU, can we have some more

"Lookin' for someone, sweetheart?"

She knew it was a mistake to come here. Thena rolled her eyes, "the person in question is not you, if that's what you're implying."

"Well, you look pretty far from home," yet another metal shop monkey leapt down from working on the back of a truck to approach her. "You must be here for something."

"Nothing with which I need your assistance," she barked at them, but the garage boys were far less intimidated by her hissing and snarling than usual prep boys. She curled in on herself more but held her shoulders straight, her purse on her shoulder and a hoodie clasped in her hands in front of her.

"No?" the first one circled in closer, like a jaguar circling its prey. "Try me, sweetheart."

"Kind offer," she snapped at him, leaning away from his imposing body language (and odour). "I'll pass."

"How 'bout me, then?"

"What about me, princess?"

"Do not call me that!" She moved forward to hiss at that one right in his face. The rest of them laughed. She had walked too willingly into the wolf den.

"She's fiery, boys!"

"I'll be going, since none of you can assist me," she huffed, ready to turn up her nose and walk out."

"Not so fast, sweetie pie," the first one slapped his hand over the door frame, blocking her exit. "What kinda hosts would we be if we didn't even offer the lady some refreshments?"

"I do not want anything the likes of you enjoy."

"Not even a beer?" he laughed right in her face, back to encroaching on her personal space. "Cig? How 'bout the roofie special?"

"Leave her alone."

Thena backed up until she hit something solid, hands steadying her at the arms. She looked up, unsurprised to see the lower jaw of a familiar face. "Gil?"

"Back the fuck up, all of you," he directed the rest of the boys in the shop, still holding Thena by the shoulders. "She's not here for you."

"So, this is Gil's little princess, huh?"

"Come on," he whispered to her, refusing to dignify the animals' howls with a response. He led her out of the darkened garage and into the sun, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she scowled, adjusting her purse on her shoulder as soon as they were in the sun again. "I cannot believe they are offered employment."

"Well, they're not really," Gil answered her unasked question. "The owner does employ you if you're good, but mostly the garage is open for you to do your own work, if you bring your own parts and stuff. That's why they all hang out there."

Thena tilted her head, eyeing him, "I didn't imagine that was the crowd you ran with."

"I don't," he scowled at even the implication of it. He eyed her in return, "what are you doing here, anyway?"

Her back straightened and she huffed, "looking for you."

"Okay," he walked closer to her, his hand at her back, guiding her further still from the shady garage, "but why, Princess?"

Thena gripped the hoodie in her hands, "to return what is yours, of course."

"Hm."

"What?" she snapped at him, but he didn't even reach for the hoodie of his in her hands. "You did state that I could keep it last we met. Now I'm returning it!--or have manners of even that level escaped you?"

But Gilgamesh didn't rise to any of her snapping or sniping. He looked her over again, as if he could read her like a completely open book. "No."

"No?" she balked. "N-No?!"

"No, that's not why you're here," he chuckled, resuming walking whether she was following him or not. "You wouldn't go this out of your way for that thing."

Thena gripped it tighter and trotted a few steps to catch up with him. "Oh, and you know me so very well!"

"I know you pretty well by now, your ladyship," he chuckled right in her face. His teeth looked fine--maybe he hadn't smoked for that long before they met. "And that is not something you would do just to return some stupid sweater."

Thena twisted it in her hands, and Gil really didn't seem to care. She shifted on her feet and he raised his eyebrows at her. "I need a ride."

"Whassit?" he held his hand to his ear and leaned forward (bastard). "Can't hear you!"

She huffed, feeling the sting of indignity in her cheeks, "my car is in the shop and Sersi is at Dane's, can I please have a ride?"

"Oh, I see," he snickered, enjoying the idea of her being indebted to him already. "Your Highness needs a ride from li'l ol' Gilgamesh, eh?"

"Never mind," she growled, tossing his hoodie at his stupid wide chest, "I'll walk."

"Hey!"

Gil caught the hoodie against him with one hand, grasping her by the waist with the other. His face lost the gleeful smile he'd had a minute ago. "You're not walking all the way home alone."

She glared at him, making a point of wrenching herself away from him, "you've no need for the veil of chivalry. It is broad daylight, I'm sure I'll be-"

"You're not, Thena," he repeated, moving into her space again.

She gave him her most withering glare, "I don't need you."

He met her icy stare with his own, "no, 'cause you don't need anyone, right Princess?"

She pulled herself away from him again, wrapping her arms around herself, "forget it."

"Thena," he called after her, but she kept walking. "Thena!"

She huffed at herself; she knew she shouldn't have come looking for him. Not this time, and not that time on the beach either. So, why did she keep doing it?

"Thena, please."

She turned, maybe shocked because she wasn't sure if she could remember hearing 'please' from that mouth of his before.

"Please," he repeated, entirely serious and holding his arm out for them to cross the street, "Thena."

She sighed, adjusting her purse again. "Fine."

Gil waited until she was beside him again to even start walking. He hold the balled up hoodie in his hand, "you can keep this, y'know--if you want."

She eyed the hoodie she had actually been wearing in the comfort of her room for the past several weeks. "It's yours."

"Consider it yours."

"What if I don't want it?"

"Too bad."

Thena let him lay the thing over her shoulders again, trying to tell herself it wasn't familiar or comforting or nice and warm. "If you insist."

[perilegs]

i am my father's son (enjoyer of irl sidequests)

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Maybe they forgot to add me in Cars 2 but at least they didn't remove any of the songs and tried to play it off like I wasn't the reason for them

[t4tstarvingdog]

had the craziest nightmare today. hit every nightmare genre and added a new one just for me

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

“You did not live in a house of horrors. I was raised to believe in hellfire; now that was bad!” Okay and impending global genocide of any culture that disagrees with your beliefs isn’t? Being raised mentally preparing to withstand torture at the hands of police in a “do it to Julia” situation isn’t? Being socially isolated from your peers on the grounds that they’re evil uneducated dumb worldly heathens controlled by Satan isn’t a bad thing? No. Those are all good things which every child should be taught in order to experience “the real life.”

The legitimate truth is that we are all in “the real life” right now and in “the real life,” the Governing Body is doing the very best they can to cover up the fact that they’re a cult by relaxing the cult’s rules in a futile attempt to prevent the prosecution in the numerous ONGOING child sexual abuse cases from handing their non-tight-pants-wearing asses to them. And the other legitimate truth is discovering this fact to be the legitimate truth while having to navigate a sea of lies and high school is extremely traumatizing, especially when you feel the need to take a hard stance against the cult to prevent others’ children — children like you — from befalling the same fate by dressing up as some miserable wretch who cooked and ate children, hoping the way you look and carry yourself and stare into the parents’ eyes will scare them away. And even more traumatizing is that your tactics worked; proving that you are just as bad and scary as your preexisting OCD made you out to be. Yes I did it to myself; but consider the reason why I felt so compelled to sacrifice the entirety of my mental health to sabotage you with what little tools I had. I wouldn’t have done it had I not had a very good reason, and my very good reason was that I was a child who loved children. You were trying to protect me and it was a sacrifice; but I was also trying to protect children. My endeavor is not — and was never — a selfish one. It is not that I don’t care about you; I only prioritize the class which is most oppressed, and you are not a part of it because you are adults. Your feelings, unfortunately, are expendable in my mission to end religious child labor. I will not support your corrupt religion to make you happy when I know what it’s done to others and to myself; it is wrong, and you are wrong for supporting it. I, as a paraprofessional, refuse to support a religion which hides the sexual abuse of children for its own gain. By law I am now a mandatory reporter; I must report child abuse when I see it under penalty of law. Therefore it stands to reason that I must report your cult from the top of every mountain for the entire inhabited earth to hear so they may not even take so much as one step in your direction. I am sorry if I seem like I hate you; if the fact that I reject your ideals of theological expectational fascism disturbs you so much, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your choices.

“Your actions affect others.” I know my actions affect others; I know how they affect others as well. You’re crushed and demoralized and suffering physically from all the emotional stress; I’ve likely dug you both early graves. I know what I’ve done and I can live with it — Not easily — but I am not defeated because I know I’m in the right, and have always been in the right. No. The real question is: Do you know how your actions are affecting others? In exquisite detail? Have you listened to the victims? Have you allowed yourself to hear both sides of the story with your human ears, not ones made of tin and thought-blocking strategies and “I had it worse than you” excuses? No? Then you’d better start because the key to healing yourself is to aid in the healing of others. We are all connected as one body; and I refuse to be a cancer cell. Sorry I’m aiding in your downfall but it’s got to happen at some point.

[jabberwockprince]

modern otome games dont do it for me anymore bc even though some of them let you pick pronouns/gender, theyre still heavily written for women (which is fair, its OTOME game for a reason, i stopped being their target demographic years ago) who specifically love to be dominated and/or degrated to different degrees, most of the time being seduced/whisked away lowkey against their will, which leads me to believe modern otome are the equivalent of those books for sexually repressed wives

[skyburger]

RIP reo speedwagon (the jojo's bizarre adventure character) you would've loved reo speedwagon (the american rock band)

[angel-bubbles]

a (best) friend

this has been in the works for well over a month now but here we have the longest fic i've ever written (its only 3.7k but that's A Lot for me) >:3 it's angel and darlin being besties bc it's what they deserve. enjoy the Vibes >:3

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Angel stared at their wheel in disbelief as they heard their engine putter, failing to actually turn over and start.

They tried again, desperately turning their key in the ignition, but this time they were met by a doomed clicking sound, the lights not even blinking on their dashboard. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” They said to themselves, laughing a dry humorless laugh before scanning the empty parking lot around them.

The sun had almost disappeared past the horizon, the sliver of sunlight illuminating the fact that they were the only ones left in the parking lot, everyone else long gone.

They begrudgingly pulled their phone out of their back pocket and slid over to David’s contact only to stop short, their heart seizing with their fingers.

David and Asher were up north meeting with Gregory and his pack. The whole reason Angel had stayed so late was because there was no reason to hurry home just to be met with an empty house. They slid over to Tank’s contact thumb hovering over it.

They were good with cars right?

Angel thought hard about their other options, not wanting to bother them but honestly having no choice before groaning loudly and calling them. They put their phone on speaker, allowing their forehead to meet with their wheel as they listened to the monotone ringing. 

“Hello?” Darlin’s voice filled the car suddenly causing Angel to jump a little. They were spacing off thinking about how the hell they were gonna get home, forgetting that they were currently calling the solution. 

“Oh shit! Hi,” Angel said, scrambling to pick their phone up off where it was gently balanced on their leg, “How are you?”

The huff of air and distant shuffling could be heard from Darlin’s side of the line before they replied.

“I’m fine? What do you need?” It wasn’t that Darlin’s words were any more harsh than usual but Angel couldn’t help from cringing a little. 

“I can’t call my best friend?” Angel laughed lightly, causing Darlin’ to scoff at the declaration.

“I doubt I’m your best friend. Besides you wouldn’t be calling if you didn’t need something Shortstack. I’m not stupid.”

“I’m not that short, ya know. Calling me Shortstack doesn’t really make any sense.” 

“Mhm, you most definitely are that short, but that’s neither here nor there. What do you need?” Angel quietly let their forehead reconnect with the wheel in front of them.

“You busy right now?” Their tone light and calm, trying their best to keep their brain from taking off at a high speed sprint.

Darlin’ glanced over at Sam who was sitting next to them, watching some show that had been on when they arrived.

“No. What do you need.” 

“A mechanic is what I need,” They said, letting the displeasure of the situation seep into their words, “Or maybe a shifter who knows their way around a car. Honestly at this point I'll take anything.”

On the other side of the line Darlin’ scrunched their eyebrows together sitting up a little bit on their couch. Sam glanced over at them, raising a silent eyebrow to which Darlin mouthed Angel’s name toward him. He silently nodded, slyly listening into the conversation from there. 

“What do you mean by that?” Darlin’ wouldn’t ever tell them but they were already moving to grab their boots when they asked.

Knowing David was out of town, the sun was setting, and from the sounds of it Angel was stuck somewhere caused their muscles to tighten. The news about Quinn had them on the edge recently, and this sure as hell wasn’t helping.

“I just,” Angel’s groan echoed over the line before they continued, “I was leaving work and my stupid car won’t start. I think the battery is dead or something but I’m not gonna pretend that I know anything about cars.”

Their tone wasn’t as carefree anymore, the tightness of it causing Darlin’ to furrow their eyebrows even more before mumbling an ‘I’ll be back’ to Sam and stepping out the door of his place. 

Angel could hear the sound of Darlin’s truck door swinging shut behind them and felt the anxiety that had been wrapped around their heart loosen a little. It’s not that they doubted Darlin’ would come but knowing that they were on their way put Angel at ease. 

“Wait,” Darlin’s voice rang out, as they saw the time displayed on their dashboard, “Why the hell were you still at work. It’s almost 8.”

Angel laughed at their words as they stared out their windshield watching the sunset paint the sky. 

“Careful, you’re starting to sound like David.” They said playfully only to elicit a scoff from the other end of the line. 

“That doesn’t answer my question Shortstack.” 

“I was behind on stuff, it’s not a big deal.”

“Mhm.” Darlin’ let their memory lead them to Angel’s office building. They had to pass it on their way to the den and had made a mental note of it for times like this.

They didn’t really think they would have to actually use that information, but they were glad now that they had. They carefully considered Angel’s words, shaking their head a little. “Now what’s the real reason?” 

The line was quiet for a bit, if it weren’t for the faint sound of Angel’s breathing Darlin’ would have thought they hung up. 

“It’s stupid.” Their tone was even more defeated than it had already been and Darlin’ groaned. 

“We’ll talk about it when I get there, I’m only a few minutes away.” Darlin’ said, causing Angel to sit up in their seat and smile a little at the words.

“Okay. Wait, do you even know where you’re going?” Darlin’s cheeks heated up as they sat at the final light before their destination trying to school their voice.

“It’s on my way to the den.”

“Awe.” Angel drew the word out and Darlin’s groan blended in with it creating a weird harmony. “That’s so cute! You noticed!” 

“Anyone would have noticed that. I pass it practically every day.” Angel had a wide, close mouthed smile sitting on their face as they hummed in amusement. 

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” They said as they watched Darlin’s old truck rumble into the parking lot. Quickly ending the call they climbed out of their car and leaned against the door as the truck parked next to them. 

Darlin’ clambered out of the drivers side, calmly walking around front with their eyebrows pulled together. They got to the hood of Angel’s car and raised a single eyebrow at them. The unempowered human stared blankly back at them before Darlin’ rolled their eyes.

“If you want me to look you’re gonna have to pop the hood.” Darlin’ watched as their words sunk into Angel’s brain and a small ‘oh’ came from their mouth as they turned to climb in their car. The wolf couldn’t help but breathe a laugh at the slow reaction before hearing the small click of the hood unlatching.  

Once Darlin’ got the hood open they immediately started inspecting something. To be honest Angel had no clue what they were looking for, or if they were really looking for anything at all. The wolf could have lied in their face and Angel would have believed them completely. Not that they would, but they most certainly could.

Angel happily leaned against their car, watching Darlin’ tinker around with different things. The unempowered human let their mind eb and flow as it always does before they tilted their head to the side a little. 

“I wasn’t lying about you being my best friend ya know.” Angel said softly, still not taking their eyes away from Darlin’s hands as the wolf used their phone flashlight to illuminate the inner workings of their car.

Darlin’ glanced up at them though, studying their body language before turning back to the job at hand. The two sat in silence for a couple minutes, Darlin’ still processing those words. 

“Okay, try and start it.” They said, throwing a glance at the human in front of them. Angel nodded, sliding back into the drivers side and turning their key in the ignition. Darlin’ was met with the doomed clanking sound they were afraid of and pushed themself upright signaling for them to stop. “Did the lights come on?”

Angel shook their head as they returned to their previous spot leaned against the front of their car while carefully crossing their arms across their chest. 

“No lights, just that god awful sound.” Angel grumbled. Darlin’ felt the corner of their lips twitch upwards at their choice of words, bracing their arms on the car in front of them. 

“I’m thinking you need a new battery. Well I’m not thinking that. You do. But I can try and jump it for now. Get you home at least.” Darlin’ watched as Angel deflated a bit, nodding their head and sliding their stare to their engine. 

“Was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” Angel grumbled quietly. Darlin’ laughed a bit at their words as they walked over to their truck, popping their own hood.

Angel, again, watched quietly as they set up all the connections. Darlin’ felt their own mind wandering too, remembering their conversation from earlier and glancing up at their alpha’s mate. 

“So why were you avoiding going home?” Their words were nonchalant but they saw the way Angel tensed at the phrase and felt their own muscles tense too. Seeing Angel, who’s usually so carefree and open with them, close up was off putting. When there wasn’t a response Darlin’ looked up from their engine and met their eyes wearily. “Did- Did something happen?”

They weren’t sure what would have happened but the thought of Angel avoiding the home they built with their mate put Darlin’ on edge. Angel’s eyes widened at the insinuation and quickly shook their head.

“No! No, nothing happened, it's just,” They dropped their gaze again and Darlin’ suddenly felt like they were crossing a line. Whatever it was, it was clearly affecting Angel enough for them to be this reserved about it. 

“Look, if you’d rather not talk-”

“I didn’t want to be home alone.” Angel said, effectively cutting Darlin’ off. Angel let out a dry laugh and slid their gaze back up to meet Darlin’s eyes, seeing the understanding wash over them. “See. Told you it was dumb.”

Darlin’ shook their head before turning towards their truck, starting it and letting it run, hopefully charging Angel’s own battery. Once the smooth grumble of their engine filled the air Darlin’ came and stood across from them and leaned on their own car door. 

“It’s not.” Darlin’ watched as Angel shook their head a little, running a hand through their already frazzled hair, no doubt they had been doing that all day. Up close Darlin’ could see the bags under their eyes and the slouch to their shoulders that they don’t think they had ever seen on them before. 

“It is though. But stupid or not, I’ve been avoiding being at home as much as possible all week. It’s such a big house even when David is home, without him it’s-” Their sentence trailed off and they dramatically waved their arms around. Darlin’ nodded in understanding, though they weren’t sure they really understood what they were feeling.

They knew what the absence of Sam felt like, it was lonely and empty and they hated that they let themself become so dependent on someone like that, but it was their reality now. They didn’t need him to survive, they were completely content surviving on their own, but Sam made living easier. 

They had also been in David’s house more times than they could count and they couldn’t imagine being in it alone. There was something about the space that begged to be filled. With pack, with music, with love.

They couldn’t imagine Angel going home and seeing them sitting alone on the couch in this big empty house. 

“I’m serious Shortstack. I couldn’t be in that house alone.” They said and Angel gave them a  small smile, one that didn’t quite meet their eyes. The exhaustion written on their face was deeply unsettling to Darlin’, something in their core yelling at them protect the pack. Swallowing down their thoughts Darlin’ nodded their head in the direction of Angel’s car. “Try and start it.” 

The sound of the clanking engine echoed around them again and Darlin’ saw the way that Angel’s shoulders sagged, turning their head towards Darlin’ and looking at them with glassy eyes. 

“This sucks.” Angel says as they climb out of their car. Their voice wavers a little and the internal panic in Darlin’s heart heightens for a second. They were never good at comforting people, much less Angel.

It wasn’t that comforting them was any different from anyone else, Darlin’ just cared a lot more about the quality of the comfort they gave them. They never wanted to mess anything up especially when they needed the comfort the most. 

Darlin’ reached over from the passenger seat and killed their own engine, quickly running to the front of their cars and carefully removing the jumper cables. 

“I’ll give you a ride home now, then I’ll call the towing company in the morning alright?” Angel silently crossed their arms tighter across their chest. “Do you work tomorrow?” Darlin’ said trying to get them to stop looking so beaten down.

They wished more than anything the playful jabs Angel had thrown at them earlier would return. Quiet Angel was one they wanted no part in. It just felt wrong. 

“You don’t have to do all that, I have the day off tomorrow I can call the towing company.” Darlin’ quickly shook their head as they loudly slammed the hood of their truck. 

“Good. You need the rest. But I know a guy, well, Milo knows a guy and by proxy I know the guy and use him religiously. I’ll call him, he’s good at what he does and he won’t hike the prices.” Angel sighed a little before nodding and grabbing their things out of their passenger seat. 

The two quietly climbed into Tank's truck while Angel begrudgingly looked over at their own car, the weight of the day settling down onto their shoulders. The drive to Angel and David’s house was quiet as both the shifter and the unempowered human felt their brains running a mile a minute.

Darlin’ threw a few glances over at Angel, noticing the way they kept taking a breath like they were going to say something, but never speaking.  After a few more minutes of this Darlin’ finally broke the silence. 

“If you don’t ask you’ll never get the answer.” They said, their words coming out sharper than they had planned. Angel jumped a little, almost as if they had forgotten they weren’t alone in the car, and turned their head. 

“Huh?” Darlin’ threw a glance their way, meeting their eyes for a second before focusing back on the road.

“You have something to say. So say it.” They said matter-of-factly. Silence enveloped the car again while Angel mulled their thoughts over in their head. 

“Would you… um,” they cut themself off with a groan before straightening their posture in the seat. “Could you stay? At the house?” Angel’s knee was bouncing when they asked and Darlin’ furrowed their eyebrows at the clearly anxious action, not used to seeing their alpha’s mate so unsure of themself. 

“Just for a minute but you don’t have to! I’m sure you had plans tonight and I already took you away from that, which I’m really thankful for by the way. You really didn’t need to come all the way out here and I’m actually sorry that you had to go through all this trouble and I’m sure you want to get home to see Sam since the sun is setting. Oh god you were probably with Sam weren’t you? I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to take you away from-”

“Stop.” Darlin’s voice was stern and Angel found themself snapping their jaw shut looking down at their lap, causing Darlin’s stomach to flip. “No… sorry… I-” they cut their sentence off with a groan, running a rough hand through their hair.

“It’s okay Tank, I’m sure you’ve had a long day just forget I asked okay? Don’t even worry about it.” Angel’s words sounded genuine but their continuously bouncing leg gave them away. Darlin’ bit back a frustrated growl as they pulled into the driveway, trying desperately to find the right words to express what was going through their head. 

“No I… I said stop because I didn’t want you apologizing. It’s nothing to apologize for. Shit happens.” Angel silently nodded their head and watched as Darlin’ killed their engine. 

“I know but-” Darlin’ quickly cut them off with a little ‘Ah. No.’ and Angel laughed at the parental tone they took on.

“And yes. I can stay.” Their words were quiet and quickly followed by them jumping out of the truck walking up to the door. Angel scrambled to follow behind them, tripping over their own feet and barely catching themself along the way. They unlocked the door for the two of them, letting the shifter enter before them. 

“You don’t have to stay long, I just-” 

“It’s a big house. I get it. I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t want to and you know that.” Darlin’ said seriously, turning to look at the shorter human as they locked the door behind them. Angel’s shoulders loosened a little, seeming like some of their anxieties slipped off. 

“I’m gonna go change really quick, if you’re hungry or anything you know where everything is.” Darlin’ felt their own shoulders relax as the carefree tone seeped back into Angel’s voice, and this time it was genuine. As they watched the unempowered human walk down the hall they made their way to the living room, sitting on the couch and pulling out their phone.

From: Cowboy

Everything alright?

They cringed at how quickly their lips tipped upwards at the name on their screen, biting their bottom lip and typing out a quick response. 

To: Cowboy

All good, just car shit. Gonna hang here for a bit.

As they put their phone onto the coffee table in front of them Angel emerged from the hallway and Darlin’ immediately laughed despite themselves. They were absolutely swimming in the length of David’s hoodie.

“Fuck you don’t laugh at me.” Angel said with a smile spreading across their face. They plopped down right next to Darlin’ and promptly sat criss cross causing their knees to bump into each other. 

“I don’t know if you know this but I don’t think that fits you.” Darlin’s voice was light but Angel scoffed in response. 

“It fits just fine thank you very much." They said as they carefully pulled the remote from the table. Darlin' shook their head a smile still pulling at their lips.

"Alright tough stuff wanna watch a movie? I’ve been wanting to watch this new one that came out on netflix. I think you’ll like it.” Angel said, causing Darlin’ to raise a silent eyebrow, watching as Angel found what they were looking for. It was a Hallmark movie. 

“No way you’re gonna make me watch a Hallmark movie.” They deadpanned, turning their body to face Angel. The shit eating grin that their alpha’s mate wore was enough to pull a loud groan out of them.

“It’ll be good! Plus it’s only an hour so little to no commitment!” Darlin’ continued their silent glare as Angel’s laugh filled the room. “We can make fun of the acting!” Their argument was almost convincing and for that Darlin’ had to give them credit. 

“It’s a Christmas movie. It’s literally October.” 

“So!” Angel’s arms were thrown in front of them gesturing vaguely at the cliche trailer playing on the screen. “Aren’t all hallmark movies Christmas movies? That’s their thing.” 

Darlin’ sighed and leaned back into the couch a bit, crossing their arms across their chest. 

“Fine. But no one hears about this.” Angel’s cheers drowned out the rest of their sentence and they fought to keep the stupid smile off their face. As Angel got up to turn off the lights Darlin’ found their thoughts drifting towards their earlier conversation, considering how the night had even gotten to this point in the first place. 

When the human plopped back down next to them they carefully studied the way they were so calm around them. So many people in the pack still had issues with Darlin’, no matter how hard they tried to act like they didn’t. It wasn’t that Darlin’ didn’t understand. They understood just fine. But that doesn’t mean the distance didn’t sting.

With Angel though, there was no distance. They genuinely cared about the wolf and they didn’t care to hide that. Darlin’ stared down at the way their knees knocked into each other and carefully cleared their throat. The noise pulled Angel’s attention away from the movie and they looked at Darlin’ expectantly. 

“Um- Just…” They cleared their throat again, “thank you for being a friend.” Their voice was quiet but they knew Angel had heard from the way their eyes softened. Though the look quickly shifted to a mischievous one before they replied.

“Your best friend?” Angel’s eyebrows wiggled up and down quickly as they spoke and Darlin’ scoffed loudly, firmly pushing them away. 

“Yes, now get the hell away from me.” Darlin’ spoke through a laugh.

“Awe you don’t want to cuddle?” They joked as they took up residency on the opposite corner of the small couch and not so carefully letting their feet drop onto Darlin’s lap. 

“Fuck no. David isn’t kidding when he says you’re a walking furnace.” Darlin’ said, carefully adjusting Angel’s feet so that they could get more comfortable. Giggles could be heard from the other end of the couch as they shook their head silently. They quietly watched the movie for a few minutes before Angel lightly kicked their chest, causing the wolf to look over at them. 

“Thank you for today Tanker.” Angel said softly.

“The cars no big deal Shortstack.” Darlin’ said but Angel shook their head.

“No. Well, yes for the car too but for staying. And watching this shitty movie with me.” Their smile was small but bright and Darlin’ nodded their head.

“Anytime.”

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the "also sick" comment isn't like "btw I'm SICK, how dare you not know" it's me saying I'm sick like how 2/3 of my roommates are

but like I'm so;;;; it feels so rich that L is like wtf do you want from me about me not replying for 45 minutes when I had to beg his gf over hours and hours of texts every so often to not force me to sit in unwiped shit after my surgery bc she had openly told me she just didn't rly feel like setting up the attachable bidet after telling me for weeks she would, and I never ever got a reply from her or L ever acknowledging that they were wide awake hanging out and laughing while I was like stuck in bed barely able to move begging for follow through on a commitment they made in advance and i eventually had to spend over $100 to hire someone to come out the next day and do it for me and I had to hold my shit for hours lmfao

like L is sooooo great at couching things in flawless tumblr wellness speak but only to talk about how valid they are for not showing up for you and how fucked up it is that you MIGHT ever have a moment where you can't be 100% there w them. like idk what to tell you I've been laying in bed with a sore throat and cough and fever passing out and waking up to roll over in buckets of sweat like the rest of the house. I do genuinely get being annoyed by a lack of response but it's also right back to this whole thing about Always assuming I'm mad at them which is legit one of the only things that actually makes me mad fjdkddhk like bro I do not THINK about you when you're not acting like I'm a bomb about to blow (also, as an aside -- we all take turns buying TP and it's usually me who does it like it's not out of pocket for me to say hey you are the One person who is out of the house already rn, can you get this on your way bc None of the bathrooms have back up rolls and one is totally out and I had to text our sickest roommate telling her to use the bidet and drip dry like.... "am I the first person you asked" yes bc you are the person who makes the most sense dumbfuck. I'm not being "overly needy" toward you or whatever jfc)

they literally told me at one point that the reason they're so scared of me is that my face is "triggering" for them when I'm angry or not feeling good and puts them "back in a really bad place" they have seen my face angry literally 3 times and each time it was on my way back to my room to decompress and each time I said nothing to them other than that I was in a bad mood and I was going to go to my room. I didn't yell either I just said it normal. like I genuinely feel gaslit here like I'm this horrifying monster of a man when it's like dude sometimes people are mad I don't know what YOU want from ME!! I do all my venting here where they can't ever see it even tho we've blocked each other, I censor their name like anyone even knows who they are, I isolate to chill out and it's literally been less than a handful of times like should I fling myself from the roof??????? would that fix it???

I literally know it's bc I'm a man too. none of this was like this until my facial hair came in more and it got crazy worse after I got top surgery and they're so so vocal about how much they despise men and think men should all fuck off and die and there's only a handful of acceptable men that they've personally vetted. despite them pretty clearly having a trans woman fetish bc they only date or look at porn of trans women and they do the whole step on me mommy thing about it even tho their gf has complained like. lmfao you're just a baby te//rf even tho you ID as trans masc yourself. like that's all this even is. I'm a big (5'3") scary (spent the whole weekend w my coworkers asking if I was 12) man who's obviously going to snap and kill you all bc sometimes I *checks writing on hand* get frustrated and go lay down about it