#i mean what did i expect it's lasko

[pandoraroid]

spoilers for lasko's hbs(????!?!?!?!?!!!)

"distance makes the heart go harder- fondler- FONDER."

[xanyiaz]

guys i AM 'the' gavin, avior, porter and camelopardalis fan 🙏🙏‼️and here's why @plaqying :

I MADE GAVIN IN THE SIMS 💀💀 and also posted several fanarts of him (on my friend's behalf):

also i wrote this essay about him:

lemme just write an essay about vincent and gavin for a second-

so i was relistening to this audio earlier *the vincent audio after lovely got kidnapped*

and he talks about how he was kind of an asshole before because he was only ever thinking short-term and only ever flirting with people as a means to eventually feed from them. but lovely and what they went through with adam changed him because it made him realise that he had changed. he had become different from how he was as a human, but lovely made him remember that version of himself - like they awakened the vincent that, although still being very flirty, he sees and embraces them as they are, and doesn't just flirt to feed but because he wants to, because he loves to, since he loves them. it reminds me of my other favourite character gavin - how he's also an asshole in the beginning (i have a type ig 💀) but it's only because other people only saw him as sex, as a tool to get off with, but not as just he is. they ignored the best part of him - his heart. they forgot he even has one because they were too busy wrapping themselves up in a fantasy with him, only to then throw him away once they're finished. but freelancer stuck around. they saw him for how he is. not as an incubus, just as "gavin". i love characters like this - that, at first glance, just seem a certain way, but underneath all that, the flirty exteriors, are the most beautiful beings with hearts of gold. and both of them are so patient; they didn't expect anything in return, after all, why would they? everyone else only wanted them for their flirty self or to use them for their body, not for their soul. lovely helped vincent realise that he had grown too used to putting up a false flirty front and that because of that, he had forgotten who he was underneath all that - a caring, loving person who also encourages lovely to become a better person; and freelancer, who got helped by an incubus and some silly lil elementals to realise that it's ok to reach out for help sometimes and that doing so isn't a burden on others, helped gavin realise that people want to be around him for more reasons than just sex, he is deserving and worthy of much more than that.

in short i'm so incredibly sane about them and love them a totally normal amount i promise.

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wrote 2 POEMS based on avior and starlight:

also i imagined this: if starlight had/has pimples or spots or freckles and disliked them or felt insecure because of them i just KNOW avior would like- compare them to the stars and the night sky and kiss every one lightly, showering them with love until they start believing themself that they are as beautiful as avior says. this is how i imagine it:

slight sovereign state spoilers ig ??

starlight: "i'm breaking out so much, look how many pimples i have showing."

avior: "hey, don't say those things about yourself. all your spots and details and everything about you considered an "imperfection" by yourself, or anyone else, are my favourite parts of you. they paint star constellations all over you, and every time i look at you, i just want to plant kisses over each and every one of them. we may not have had any indicators of what time of day it was when we were stuck in hell together, but you were and still are my night sky, my sunshine, my whole universe, all the stars in my galaxy. every time i look at you, i see that all over you. your so called "imperfections" ignite my soul. you're my everything, starlight. never hate anything about yourself. and do not doubt even for a single second that the way i feel about you would change because of all your beautiful details. you are the stars that light up the galaxy of my heart. starlight, star bright, the stars in your eyes light up my life."

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look how many porter headcanons i wrote RAAHHHHH:

- under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- he has dyed tips of his hair- like i imagine it being either white/light grey or black and then like red or purple or blue dyed tips and like it's longish shoulder length but styled like miyamura from horimiya

- he likes board games but ESPECIALLY cluedo

- he likes wine-tasting

- he has heterochromia eyes- either like blue and red or blue and purple

- he wears corsets 🤭

- he wears HELLA jewellery- skull rings and loads of ear piercings and like a tooth necklace or something and just LOADS of vintage jewellery

- he knows how under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- but also- he's so used to charming people or putting on a show/facade that, when people do genuinely want to get to know him and be close with him, he's reluctant and inexperienced- most people don't stick around after they get what they want from him, which is why he's so interested in & curious about treasure, why he's so enamoured with them bc they also seem so enamoured with him and he wants to understand why.

- also he has the sluttiest waist ever and he's so babygirl- wbk but i had to say it anyways 💀

also i made a playlist for him ofc <3

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i also made these edits of gavin, gavin (again) + cam and porter (edited him twice) (can't believe i haven't edited avior yet smh):

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camelopardalis my love <33

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i have made more posts about all of them but it would take too long to scroll so you'll just have to take my word for it 😭‼️also i LITERALLY have most of gavin's audios memorised by now- and also porter's first audio- trust i am all of their biggest fan 🙏🙏 but also if i don't win- that's fair enough lol good luck to everyone 🫶🫶

[milogreer]

really wanna write rn so help me choooose

no promises it’ll get done ‘cause, you know… life… but i wanna be able to at least try to focus in on one. i miss writing 😔

also some little snippets of each one that might help y’all decide 🤭

shaw pack scaredy cats

“You wanna what?”

“It’s not that big a deal, I do it all the time.”

Milo looks at them like they’ve gone crazy. “Tank, if my Ma finds out I snuck into an R-rated movie, I’ll be six feet under before you can even blink.”

“You just don’t wanna watch the movie ‘cause you know you’ll chicken out first.”

“And you just don’t know the kinda hell Marie Greer can rain down on you. She’s scarier than any movie.”

Tank rolls their eyes. “Then it’s your turn to ask David for a movie. I did it last time and he spent ten minutes chewing me out about how his copy of Alien had dried pizza sauce on the back cover.”

“Maybe if you didn’t eat like you were raised in a barn-”

“Don’t be mad at me just ‘cause you chickened out when you thought the cat was gonna die-”

“Hey, that is a very reasonable response!”

Tank laughs, dispelling any further argument. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll talk to David, see if he can pull a movie for this weekend.”

the morning after

Blake stirs, mumbling something incoherent as he buries himself further into the duvet, and Bestie stills their hand from looping a lock of his hair around their index finger. When he doesn’t say anything further, they continue, touch feather-light.

Another quiet moment passes before Blake sniffles, nudges his head up into their hand, and manages a slurred, “S’wrong?”

“Nothing,” they whisper, switching to run their hand through his hair, curls soft beneath their fingers, willing him to fall back asleep. “Sorry for waking you up.”

He grunts dismissively, peeking open one eye. “What time is it?”

They pause. It’s just barely four in the morning - they’d only slept two hours before being unwillingly and inexplicably dragged out of the depths of sleep. He’ll worry if they tell him the time.

“Early.”

As expected, Blake’s brows furrow. “How early?”

“It’s fine,” they say reassuringly. “I haven’t been up long. I was just thinking.”

A pause. The air feels heavy all of a sudden. When Blake speaks, his voice is low.

“…Can I ask what about?”

working overtime

“And I was supposed to be free tonight, I was right on track to get all my stuff done, but- but then a professor from down the hall had a family emergency and so she wasn’t going to be able to finish the banner for the rally at the end of the week, so she asked me to do it and I, I, I mean, I couldn’t say no, you know?” Lasko pauses very briefly to suck in a breath. “I would’ve felt so bad because she put in a lot of work and to, to not have her project done and displayed is a shame, I mean, I know she was really excited for it, so if I can finish it for her, then I want to, I just,” he expels an exasperated breath, “I wish it wasn’t at the expense of our date night. I-It’s been a while since we were able to actually go out together, I’m so sorry I can’t make it, I know I said it already, but-”

Dear catches his hand as he paces by where they’re sitting on his desktop, nervous hands flitting through the air as he speaks, then brings it to their lips to place a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Taken off-guard, Lasko goes quiet and still, his rambling tapering off with a soft oh.

“It’s alright, Lasko. I’m not upset.”

Big pleading eyes blink at them from behind his glasses. “Really?”

“Really. It’s sweet of you to want to finish her project for her.” They tug him closer to stand between their legs, looping their arms loosely around his neck and taking great satisfaction in the flush that immediately consumes his cheeks. “Did she leave instructions for you?”

His voice is pitched a touch higher when he responds, “Mhm.” Then he clears his throat, the initial embarrassment ebbing, and says, “She’s very, um… detailed. I hope it doesn’t take too long, but.” He makes an uncertain sound.

sweetheart’s first pack party

They gratefully accept the wine glass he offers, clutching it like a lifeline.

The hand on their hip tugs them a bit closer to him. “Don’t look so nervous, sweetheart. Might be a room full a’ wolves, but no one’s gonna bite.” He leans away slightly, taking a purposefully long moment to check them out, gaze dragging slowly down and then back up their body. Their heart flutters at the sly grin that paints his face. “Well, one of them might. But he’ll ask first.”

Sweetheart exhales a wavering laugh, rolling their eyes and turning their flushing face away.

“Is it that obvious?”

His smirk turns into a slight grimace. “Ash says you’ve got your investigator face on and it’s freakin’ him out a little.”

This time their exhale is a sigh, an attempt to expel some of the anxious energy trapped in their chest that buzzes like a beehive. “I’m sorry. I’m not used to parties like this. My family never did Solstice parties and even if they did, I think this would still be nerve-wracking because…” They falter, nails tapping their glass. “I mean. You know. This is my first one and, I don’t know, David and Asher have always been nice to me-”

sweetheart’s will likely be the only one that gets an actual name bc i have an OC for them more than anyone else, though i’m working on bestie atm so they might get a name too :)

[h0ney-dames]

MY OPINION ON FOOLS WEEK

These are MY opinions, the “what I expected” was written before I listened to the audio.

Slight spoilers below <3

Gavin - what I expected: utter whiplash.

What I got- a love for Gavin. Seriously if you told me on April 1st that “you're gonna love Gavin” I would have said, “Haha april foolssss, you're insane.” BUT NO. MAN WAS SEXY?! Do I just love submissive men? Lasko Moore effect ig

James - what I expected: Huxley but higher and maybe cuddles

What I got- ???? The need to piss?? Why the fuck did he talk about water so much? Mans has a smooth brain. However, I did get i love for telepaths (fuck cutie tho) tbh I was half asleep when I listened to it. I have never listened to a James audio

Milo - what I expected: spoiled whiny 10-year-old at Sephero, and an ick

What i got- OH MY GOD IM GAY IF YOU TOLD ME A WEEK AGO ID BE SIMPING FOR SPOILED VAMPIRE MILO GREER ID LAUGH. IM DOWN BADDDD. MANS GIVING ME BUTTERFLIES. GOD SAKE. NO ICK. PERFECT. ALREADY LOVE MILO NO DISRESPECT. MAN SET THE BAR FOR MY LOVE LIFE, BUT FOOLS!MILO RAISED THEM. 🤵‍♂️❤️🤵‍♂️ (me and fools milo)

Anton - what i expected: asher the remake but softer??

What I got- SINCE WHEN THE FUCK WAS THERE A RUSSIAN CHARACTER??? (Or French?) SRSLY. Never touched Anton with a 10-foot pole, the man sounds like DR.hilbert from Wolf 359, also quite literally ashers audio I'm sorry

David - what i expected: pushover, down on his knees begging for kisses and being whiny, and also a bit of shifting cus the “this is omega shit” line in his shifting audio

What I got- NO DADDY ISSUES??? NO CAR TRAUMA?!?!? WHIMPERING?! I mean I predicted the whiny one… and begging for kisses… (beg harder oo oo~) ASHER AND DAVID STILL BEING BESTIES IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE. Swear to god its the lasko moore effect… genuinely forcing this man onto his knees jkjk unless I dont want the whimpers, BUT THE PARASITES- “however you want it… however you want me..” DAVEY GOD LEAVE SOME FOR THE BEDROOMMMMMM

Special mentions!

GUY?: omg guy in the anton audio O///o HE WAS SO UNETHASTIC! YES, GUY!! GIVE US NOTHING!!!!!!!

ASHER??: ASHERS MATE CALLS HIM PUPPY ASHERS MATE CALLS HIM PUPPY ASHERS MATE CALLS HIM PU-

GABE???: GABE CALLING DAVID FOR TECH SUPPORT(???) HONESTLY THOUGH THE TALBOT PACK WAS GONNA BE SOME WEBSITE COMPANY

[itsyourstarboy]

Freebound

(Redacted Audio fanfic—1247 words)

Summary: Its the moonbound solstice, and Freelancer is freebound. Watch them cause chaos, on accident and on purpose.

Read here on Ao3

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I.

The sunlight streamed through the curtains above the bed, cascading a golden glow across the room. Gavin, still dazed with sleep, stretched out an arm to pull his deviant close. His outstretched hand met cold sheets, and his brow furrowed as he felt around, cracking an eye open in confusion.

“Deviant?” He softly called.

When he was met with silence, he got up. It wasn’t like them to leave him in bed all alone. Quickly finding his pants that were discarded the night before, he exited their bedroom. Where were they?

As he neared the kitchen, he picked up on their aura. It was bouncing off the walls, feeling strong one minute, and practically nonexistent the next.

“Deviant?” He softly called, again.

They turned to him, a small smile on their face, “g’mornin’.”

The kitchen was… well, it wasn’t a mess, per say. It was… different.

“What are you doing in here, love?” Gavin asked.

“I’m rearranging the cabinets.”

“At 7am?”

Freelancer stared at him for a moment, “yeah.”

Gavin suppressed a chuckle, “may I ask why?”

“Well, I woke up this morning and I felt like I had bees in my bones, so I went to the grocery store down the street to buy six pounds of butter. Then when I got home, I accidentally set the couch on fire. Went shopping for one online, but I think I ordered 20.”

Gavin was speechless. “H-how long have you been awake?”

“1:14 am,” they laughed out in a sigh. They looked so tired.

“When you told me the solstices were often… interesting for you, this is not what I expected.”

“There is never a way to predict what may happen, I am a slave to my core for the remainder of this solstice. I think I just caused the large oak tree outside to become an even larger oak tree.”

At that, the ground shook, and Gavin’s eyes went wide.

“How about we go back to bed for a bit?”

II.

Lasko was doing paperwork on his coffee table. Nothing too strenuous—he was sunbound after all—just some stuff to keep him occupied while he felt like a dry apple slice.

Freelancer walked in the door, “hey, Lasko-babe.”

“Wh- oh. Hi, Freelancer. What are you doing here? And why didn’t you knock? N-not that I’m upset you're here, I mean, I-I’m always happy to see you, it’s just that you’re not exactly the type to just invite yourself into someone’s apartment… At least- at least I think you're n-not… are you?”

They sighed with a tired smile, “yeah I know, m’sorry. I would’ve knocked, but it’s too… too much. Too noise. M- no- that’s not… words.”

Lasko stood as his friend swayed on their feet, “are- are you f-feeling? Alright? Pft- no, what am I saying? Of course you’re not, it’s the solstice. Com- come sit down, how did you even get here, anyway?”

“Mmm,” Freelancer hummed as Lasko forced them to sit on the couch. They immediately sunk into the cushions, “I was feeling up, an’ I wanted to come hang out with you, but halfway here I felt not-up.”

“Not-up?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean- I guess that makes sense? Y-you are a freelancer, so you’re going to feel all kinds of… ‘ups’ and downs. M- Magically, anyway.”

“M’yeah, my magic has been ups and downs,” they mumbled, leaning into Lasko as he sat next to them. “I used psychokinesis to launch my phone into orbit.”

III.

Huxley was laying on his side, his head propped up on his arm, and his fingers threading through Damien’s hair. He was happy taking care of him like this. Right here, in this moment, with his boyfriend curled up next to him.

There was a knock at the front door.

“Are you gonna get that?” Damien mumbled when Huxley made no attempt at getting up.

“No,” he sighed contentedly, “whoever it is can just come back later.”

It would turn out that Huxley wouldn’t need to get the door, as whoever had knocked opened it for themself.

“The heck…?” Huxley said, sitting up slightly.

A familiar voice rang through the house, “Huuuuux? Damiiii?”

The two boys sighed in relief, glad that the home intruder was just Freelancer. Sweet, innocent Freelancer-

“Are either of you here? I think I drained the town's water supply.”

Huxley immediately sat up, telling Dames that he would be right back. The fire elemental could only let out an affirmative hum in response as he tiredly laughed at the freelancer's antics.

Entering the front room, Huxley found Freelancer hovering by a window.

“Freelancer? Dude- why are you all wet??”

They turned to him, panting heavily, “I was walking here from Damien’s place, and the Dahlia Spring decided to start chasing me, so I started running, but that made the water faster, so I jumped into your neighbor's pool to escape.”

Huxley slowly approached the window, “holy shi- Freelancer, the entire street is flooded!”

“I knowww,” they whined, “I’m sorry. I would clean it up but I’m afraid I’ll level the entire neighborhood.”

“Okay, well… let- lets just get you dried off,” Hux said, taking Freelancer’s hand to lead them to the bathroom.

“Wait, wait,” they pulled away, “is Damien here?”

“Uh- yeah, he’s resting in the bedroom.”

Freelancer made their way to the room and peeked their head through the doorway to see Damien all bundled up, “oh god that’s adorable. Is he wearing your sweatshirt??”

“Shut up,” Damien groaned, his voice all muffled from the blankets. “Why are you here?”

Huxley appeared next to them with a towel, “jeez, dude. You’re freezing.”

“It’s the solstice,” Freelancer answered, stubbornly trying to push Huxley’s hands away as he desperately tried to dry them off. “I remembered that you’re sunbound, so I was like ‘Fireboy must be feeling like shit right now, and I, too, feel like shit,’ so here I am, to feel like shit with you.”

Freelancer paused, hissing in disapproval, as Huxley ruffled their hair dry.

“I went to your place first, though. Let myself in. I cleaned everything.”

Damien sat up a little, propping himself against the pillows, “you… cleaned everything?”

“Yeah,” they wavered, leaning against the wall, “and then I remembered I was looking for you, so- oh god-” they keeled over, “I’m gonna throw up-”

Before either of the boys could react, Freelancer had run to the bathroom.

IV.

Damien’s phone buzzed with notifications from the group chat.

Gavin: does anyone happen to know where the freelancer is? I swear I left them alone for five minutes

Lasko: yeah don’t worry they’re here at my place

Lasko: they randomly showed up and eventually passed out on the couch

Lasko: sorry I would have told you but I was doing paperwork

Gavin: it’s alright as long as they’re safe

Damien: Lasko, I think you should check your couch.

Lasko: what?

Lasko: why?

Damien: Just do it.

Lasko: um…

Gavin: ???

Lasko: I’m so sorry

Lasko: they’re not there

Lasko: I lost them

Gavin: how did you lose them!?!?

Lasko: how did you???

Damien: Calm down, they’re here at Hux’s place.

Damien: They showed up a couple minutes ago.

Damien: They’re puking in the toilet.

Gavin: oh thank god

Huxley returned to the room, a sleeping Freelancer in his arms, “Dames, they tried to escape through the window, and when they couldn’t they said, ‘I’m going to stop existing now,’ and passed out.”

Damien looked back at his phone.

Damien: Please come get them.

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[6-atlas-6]

Here's a list of anime characters that I associate redacted characters with because I'm a fucking nerd

(It's only jjk, csm, and bsd because they're my favorites atm so I'm thinking abt them more)

Lasko: Yuta Okkotsu.

I've already said this before but I'll say it forever. They're both nervous wrecks until they know shits getting serious, they're both afraid of hurting other people with their powers, I mean come on.

Vega: Suguru Geto or Makima.

Vega and Geto both have to absorb/feed on pure negative energy. Vegas a sadism demon so that's obvious, and Geto has to absorb curses born from negative emotion. Vega and Makima are both overpowered as fuck, manipulative as shit, and clearly hiding everything about themselves. I mean come on they both refer to their "partners" as pets. (I say partner lightly cause technically in Makimas case that shits grooming).

Damien: Maki Zenin

While we're on the Jujutsu Kaisen train. This one is weird because Maki is driven because she wants to prove her family wrong while Dames is driven because he wants to live up to his families expectations, but in my head they're similar in the family aspect.

Sweetheart: Denji.

The whole "if my friends died would I even cry?" thing is so them. I just think sweetheart is so used to death that it barely phases them anymore so they have that whole am I emotionally numb moment exactly like Denji did. Also Devil Hunter, Department worker, you get me.

Blake: Himeno.

They don't have similar personalities persay but some aspects are similar. Both are really shitty people but you're able to sympathize with them because they would do anything for the person they love, even if their efforts mean nothing in the end. Both of their partners are destined to inevitably die in the near future but they still do everything in their power to stop that from happening. Also even though the feelings they had weren't necessarily reciprocated (Blake's were but he didn't think they were). I would say Blake is definitely crazier than Himeno though like 100%.

Aaron: Choso.

Protective older brother who would do literally anything for his younger sibling(s). That's all.

Gavin: Sigma.

The whole "what was I made for/why am I here" thing. They both were created for a specific purpose that doesn't resonate with/apply to them anymore. Sure Gavin still feeds on attraction and Sigma is still involved with the DOA, but in a different way than they used to be. Both of them just want to live normal lives and do normal human shit. Please let them live.

Echo: Fukuchi.

They can both go die in a hole, they make everything worse for literally everyone else, and they have some bullshit ability that fucks up everyone's day. I don't hold any resentment towards either of them guys trust /s

[mr-laveau]

Cu-wip-osity tag game >:D

@cash-n-prizes really told me to get my ass in gear and WELL, here I am so here we go!

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them, and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagging: there are too many people to tag and i don’t talk to that many people sooooo whoever wants can tag in. Trust me, I cannot tag that many people for this.

And Then there were three - SH, Angel & Baaabe

Roses n’ Thorns - Darlin/Quinn (past) - Darren(Darlin) used to be in a band with Quinn called Rose n’ Thorns. Yes, I did in fact write Darr being in a band with Quinn into his actual backstory, fuck timelines and canon, I do what I want.

Spell slot - Lovely(electro)/Vincent

Gotcha bitch! - Darlin/pack - poly Shaw pack - Darren (Darlin) has a breakdown when the pack throws him a surprise birthday party

In the face of eternity - Lovely(Vampire)

Who’s ya daddy? - SH/Milo (ft. Colm) - Sadhil (SH) realizes that he and Milo have daddy issues, except SH used to work for Milo’s daddy.

Pretty Girl(gn) Walk - Angel/Darlin/David(minor)

Self-portrait - Gavin/FL - Gavin has too many hobbies but this new one is fun.

Stellar Collapse - Starlight

Fed to the Wolves - David/Darlin

The importance of Couch sharing - Poly Shaw Pack - David/Darlin/Asher/Milo

Backup Generator - DAMN Polycule & Lovely(Vampire)/Vincent

Extra Lessons - Sam/FL/Darlin

Come Back to Haunt - David & SH

Do you have an appointment? - Sam/FL - R18

Hate to see em leave, Love to watch em go - Poly Shaw pack - Asher/Milo/David/Darlin - Asher and Milo talk about David & Darren (Darlin) behind their backs but they’re specifically talking about their behinds - R18

Sweet Dreams (are made of this) - Sunshine/Elliott

Dahlia Empowered Records & Profiles Department - audio project - Magnus Archives parody but make it Redacted

Honestly…no - David/Darlin

A Pack of Idiots - Poly Shaw Pack:

"I'm in love with Asher." David said. The room went quiet after that as Sadhil and Milo's eyes locked onto their alpha in disbelief–more specifically disbelief in the fact that David actually said the very thing that everyone in the pack would joke about when they saw him and his beta together in any capacity. The key word there being 'joked' because no one actually expected it to be true. Sadhil had the mind to question the statement further but got beat to the opportunity to speak. "Well no shit, Sherlock." Darren replied. "Took you that long to figure out?" Now eyes were going back and forth between Tank and David, the bigger wolf looking at the usually quiet shifter in bewilderment as they met his gaze with nonchalance. The investigator could already feel the tensions rising and if they knew both of their fellow pack members well enough then there'd be more to this. "What do you mean, long enough?" "–Darr means," Milo is the one to speak up this time, cutting off Tank from making anymore frank remarks and riling the other man up, "that we can all tell." "What?”

Running Memories - Darlin focused

Can You Roll a Charisma Check? - Lasko/Listener (pre-canon listener) - Lasko finds out that someone new has joined his DnD group and he’s definitely gonna have to roll high if he wants to impress them

Out for Blood - Sam/Darlin - R18

What if we all dated each other? - DAMN Polycule

In-Spectre - Yes I know that’s name of an anime, I’m being funny - SH/Milo:

"Why don't I take you dancin' some time?"  "You got two feet shorter than myself there, toots. You think you can keep up?" Sadhil smirks.

Bad Dog - (Dom) Darlin/ Sam - R18:

"Course not." The vampire huffs. "I know you better than that Darlin." "Do you really, doc?" Darren smiles as crosses his arms and slowly strides over to Sam from across the bar with a sly grin. "Because I know for a fact that there's a side to me you haven't met yet and he wants to make you beg like a hungry mutt." Sam Collins has never in his life wanted anything more than just to let his mate have their way with him right now. He doesn't have time to question why when the one thing racing in his mind is to let Darren use and abuse him like a bone for his wolf to chew on, and he'll be damned if he doesn't let tonight be the night for that to happen. "Where?" "As much as I would like to fuck you in one of the stalls here, I want your ass on a bed where I can have it to myself tonight."

Broke Back Mountain - Sam/Huxley

Ghostly Touches - Lasko/SH/Milo - R18

Don’t Hold Your Breath - DAMN Polycule

Two Birds - David/Darlin

Worth of Chance - SH & Colm

Sway - Vincent/Lovely 

Heart Strings - Asher/Baaabe/Darlin

Keeping Track of Things 1 & 2 - Darlin/Sam (feat. BE & Fred) 

Reset Button - Lovely(Vampire) & Sam

Ghosted - SH/Sam/Darlin

Parks & Recreation - Darlin/David

Anyways, have fun~

[undobutton]

Hello!!! anon here, can I request some gn!freelancer x lasko fluff? I'd like to see a confession kind of thing, but anything is fine, I'd love to see what you write !

— 🩹 anon

warnings: Mentions of anxiety, barely proofread, ooc Lasko and Freelacer

genre: Fluffy!

characters: Lasko, and Freelancer!

synopsis: Lasko finally decides to do something about his feelings for you by asking you out to lunch!

a/n: Okay, I have something to confess... I haven't listened to freelencer. Or like any of the D.A.M.N crew's audios.. I plan to! I really wanna but I don't have the time rn. So I apologize deeply if anyone is ooc and I will probably rewrite this after I listen to the playlists. Also hii 🩹anon! I hope this lives up to your expectations and I'm so sorry this took so long!

Lasko isn't oblivious. He know that his feelings for you are returned its just.. What if you say no anyhow? Like sure there's no real reason that you wouldn't agree to at least having lunch with him, y'know since that's nothing new. But anxiety never needed any logic to take hold.

Currently hes pacing around his room like a mad man, mumbling every now and then. His phone is tossed on his bed upside down with your response. He texted you about lunch, nothing more. Nothing less. (What even is less than lunch?) Now hes to scared to get it and look at your reply. He could ask someone to look at it for him, but he'd need to use his phone to call someone.

Frustrated, Lasko sits on his bed and runs a (kinda sweaty) hand through his hair before floping back onto the mattress.

"It's not that big of a deal." He says shakily, trying to reassure himself. A few moments pass and he sits up and grabs his phone in one go.

"Alright. three... two... o-one.. Go." He reads your text

"Lunch sounds fine! What time??"

He lets out a sigh and laughs at himself.

~~~~

Two days later you're sat outside at a nearby cafe scrolling through memes on some social media site. Waiting for Lasko, hes only three minutes late. Normally, you're the one being waited on, but there's a first time for everything.

Lasko comes running, catching your attention with his panicked flurry of emotions. He catches your eye and smiles nervously. After awkwardly rushing past a few other tables and nearly knocking over someones drink, he takes his seat across from you. Wasting no time before bursting into a million apologies.

"I'm so- I'm so sorry I was- Well there was a squirrel and- and sorry I'm late. You should have seen the size of it though. The squirrel I mean. It was just- were you, were you waiting long? Sorry I-"

"Lasko it's fine! It's fine. Did you get a picture of the squirrel?" You ask, putting your phone down with a smile.

He nods and pulls out his phone, calming down a bit.

~~~

Lunch goes by fine. You're both full and heading towards the parking lot. The whole way there Lasko's been even more nervous than usual. Fidgeting and rambling and stuttering up a storm. You're just about to ask if he's alright when he just stops walking all together.

Running a hand through his hair, Lasko looks over at you. He'd been avoiding eye contact this whole time but his eyes find your face now. The suns starting to dip down casting a warm glow on both of you and the sidewalk is surprisingly empty for a Thursday afternoon. He sighs shakily and smiles at you.

"Okay so I didn't just wanna have lunch today- wait no that sounds. I well- No lunch was great I don't need anything else I- I'm full and even if- like you don't owe me anything! Okay okay let me start over uhm I- Lunch?" He ..asks?

A giggle escapes you and he shakes his head.

"No its fine Lasko, start again if you want. I'm all ears!" You grin encouragingly

He takes a breath "I really liked lunch... It was fun and- and You look good. No wait like- you look very good." He blushes but keeps going. "And you look very good... often, m-most times and I uhmm appreciate it? Well you're not doing it for me I know its just- I -I. Gosh. I like you." He says quickly.

You blink a few times.

"Like a lot- I like you a lot romantically.. I said it! I- I did it!" He looks at you and smiles nervously. You crush him in a hug.

"I like you too Lasko, a lot. Romantically" You tease kissing his cheek.

He huffs playfully and pulls away from the hug.

"So.. what do we do now?"

reblogs appreciated!! <3

[copsecore]

My Thoughts About Hot Boi Summer ‘23:

CW/TW: i will be non-specifically AND specifically referencing at least semi-nsfw content so please dont read if that doesn’t fly with you in any way, please be responsible!

[PSA: THIS IS MY OWN OPINION OKAY - AND I MEAN NONE OF IT WITH ANY MALICE - TY]

DAVID:

Holy shit what the fuck this was Amazing (im referencing the poll on this post because erik did the results on stream, so yeah). David was in my top three picks for the poll and I was gutted that he didn’t seem to get very high - but i think that’s coz it was the first video, so maybe people had forgotten about it/it wasn’t as much in the forefront of the majority’s minds by the time the poll was released. Pretty much no negative thoughts.

VINCENT:

WE NEED MORE CUTE 7/11 DATES OKAY PLEASE ITS SO SWEET. Ofc the snack puns coming in Clutch ugh i loved those. My only issue (“issue”) was literally the same as why i wasn’t over the moon when sam was voted for the ba (sue me. i liked it anyway) and that was just that we had a vincent one a few months ago, and also a pretty pre-sexual vid after that. Also the fact that lovely literally grabbed his junk in semi-(hah, pun)public, but it’s the anti-PDA in me that disliked that part, so feel free to ignore it!

AVIOR:

Also in my top picks!!! I was a tad gutted when we didn’t get his. Saw a lot of posts begging for people to vote for it because yk him n starlight have been in literal Hell for years and therefore they deserve some smut time. Super cute vid, “A Romantic Night” is totally the right descriptor for it and also AYO WHIMPERY AVIOR??? YES. sorry ahem it’s the demons.

GAVIN:

It was so good. The premise of getting a more subby gavin? chef’s kiss, more please. everything about it was good and i WISH the ba had been how i expected it to go, but we aren’t here for my criticisms of That, so whatever. It links back to an old non-canon Huxley preview vid that was taken from us (RIP) when the channel lost loads of vids, or at least thats what it reminded me of, with the whole BBQ-and-somewhat-sexual-teasing aspect it was amazing and i would like to see more switch-esque gav in the future (*manifesting*)

LASKO:

Not too much to say considering I started this post as a way to lightly complain about the poll results, and Lasky wasn’t on the poll, obviously. Regardless, I’m glad this video went the way it did, I think we’ve seen a lot of lasko being quick to jump the proverbial gun in the last few years, with his non-canon vids, and hooking up with gavin, etc, so it was nice to see him break away from that and ask to move slower coz hell yeah dude, progress and growth!! and i think it shows how much he wants the relationship to be more natural, and not racing ahead, even if he does in part want that - it was sweet as hell.

ELLIOTT (ft. The Dragon):

I gotta say it right off the bat that i just found the video on the more boring end. *POLICE SIRENS BLARING IN THE BACKGROUND* AH FUCK-

I’m just not overly surprised that i think Eli got some of the lowest results on the poll, I enjoyed the video, and i liked it (this will be a recurring statement) but i just didn’t like it As Much. Lots of people (including me, ngl) wanted more of the dragon - but erik’s not about to do weird fantasy not-fully-bestiality-esque stuff guys - and i’m pretty sure I only liked it coz cmon it’s erik doing another hot voice, im gonna be down horrendous BUT NOT FOR AN ACTUAL DRAGON. i am Not donkey from Shrek. And yeah, i know Eli’s powers can be kinda limiting with what they can bring to the (pun not intended) sex-table, but does all of his spicy stuff have to be in a Dreamscape? idk.

ASHER:

My Second Favourite Hands Down. How people picked Sam over riding Ash in the front seat of a rental, i’ll never understand /lh the horn may make me jump every time, but it’s okay, there’s repentance in the tongue kissing, and i stand by that, it was the best bit (or one of the best bits), No Criticisms (except Ash please don’t have sex in a RENTAL. wait until you get to a bedroom at least PLEASE-)

GUY:

Again, i liked it but not as much. I love Guy, he’s one of my favourites, i can’t really say why i didn’t like this video as much as I normally would, maybe the concept just wasn’t rolling with me as well - the whole idea of post-concert seemed vaguely random, but you could argue that about all of these, so it doesn’t count. did anyone else see this or was it just me, coz if it is then i will quietly wave my flag of solidarity from my hole in the ground where nobody can see it.

ANTON:

I voted Anton. It was the sadness with the feelings and the horniness spicyness towards the end, ugh I loved it, Anton come home from war soon please (im terrified he might die because despite everything, nothing Death Related had happened in project meridian yet, and let’s face it, it’s gonna.) - it was nice seeing a different but also soothing take on the “your lover is leaving for an indefinite amount of time” thing, and how it changed in comparison to James’ video on it. Anton deserved the continuation okay. No aggression though.

SAM:

This is where I might get more argumentative because I was so disappointed that Sam won the poll, even though I love sammy. It seemed slightly out of character?? with everything we know about Sam, it just seems so unlikely that he would go to a club, let alone start getting, uh, “busy” n shit while at one. he’s not a big fan of PDA because of his past, in my opinion, and i think overall he’s very private, so the setting and stuff just seemed out of place, it would’ve made more sense for Milo’s or smth to be set there - but hell I can’t tell erik how to write his own characters lmao - and still, the ba was Great. with a capital G.

MILO:

I fell asleep listening to this the first couple of times, which says a lot already. The sensual massage trope has been used as a gateway to presumably spicy off-screen things before (Aaron’s HBW ‘21, Asher’s HBS ‘22) but idky it wasn’t hitting as well as it normally does, maybe it’s wearing thin on my brain. ofc it’s redacted content so i’m gonna eat it up like it’s ass (crude but true) but i listened to it through without falling asleep and was like “yeah it’s good, i like it, but also eh,,,” - like i mentioned, it would’ve made more sense to me if Milo’s and Sam’s were swapped around - anyone agree?

CONCLUSION:

as always, all the videos were really good, and despite whatever came across through this post, overall, i enjoyed all of them, so please don’t take this as a criticism towards erik or any of his work, trust me, i absolutely adore it - i say it every time, but every time it’s worth saying, and also please don’t cancel me. this was a really long post, so a lot of people probably won’t read it, so if you made it this far; well done! have a star 🌟- don’t be afraid to leave any agreements or disagreements in the notes, i love discussing stuff with people! thanks for reading

[frenchiefitzhere]

i am by no means trying to attack you or start a fight, but has anyone thought about the ethical ramifications of training ai on redacted audio works? i've seen a few chatbots based on redacted characters, and given the debate going on about how ai basically needs human input in order to function (ie art, writing etc) i have a lot of misgivings about people using the works of an independent creator to train ai, i assume without the creator's knowledge or consent. i'm genuinely asking in good faith, and if you have a different opinion, i would like to hear it.

Thanks for the ask. I appreciate the discussion, honestly. I was initially hesitant to try the recent chat AI stuff. It's a legitimate question to ponder. It is odd to me what gets attention and what doesn't in discussions of creator's rights. I'm not trying to start a fight with anyone either but, for instance, it seems like the rules for using/sharing music are just...non-existent these days. And I have some feelings about that. Your ask also caused me to read Character AI's Terms and Conditions more carefully, and this line: "... grant Character AI to the fullest extent permitted under the law a nonexclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, fully paid up, transferable, sublicensable, perpetual, irrevocable license to copy, display, upload, perform, distribute, store, modify and otherwise use your User Content for any Character AI-related purpose in any form, medium or technology now known or later developed." ...did NOT make me happy. I do still think that ultimately, as long as people aren't copying direct quotations from audios, etc. into the chatbot site, it may very well still qualify as a transformative work. (I honestly see much more heinous uses of creative works--music in particular--that are definitely not transformative that, again, seem to be just...expected now. But not by me.) I will say, the thing about the version of Lasko I was putting together truly has very few specific references from the Redactedverse. He's really more the OC version of him from fics I have written. In the meantime, I've privated the character bot and the Tumblr post I made. Conclusion: I basically agree with you that it's worth being cautious, and I also think human beings have been chugging along pirating creative works just fine without any AI involvement.

[teddybasmanov]

I guess @morgansplace (who's a demonic tempter for that) tagged me in the musical ships thing, which means it's time to explain like half my Gavin/Freelancer playlist (and try to remember other couples exist...) Tagging @cottagecorexboy @teasandcardigans @lostinanothersmemories no pressure, of course.

Gavin/Freelancer:

"New People" by Splean - one of my main Gavin/Freelancer songs, because it's about sex (explicitly straight sex, but we'll ignore it), life, death and seeming immortality. "The trolleybuses are driving with position lights off / People are making new people at nights"

"Wet Gleam of Our Eyes" by Alexander Bashlachev (or a badly recorded version by "Night Snipers" that I like so much more) - another one about sex, but this time more about love that's definitely somewhere there and not being used to it but learning together. "I probably love you, / But I'll stay silent about it, / And I'll just tell you that / I want you." (Wrote a whole fic for it.)

"ringtone" by Night Snipers - sweet domesticity, that no one expected, and letting go and letting yourself have it. "It’s about warmth and skin molecules / Of two, agree - you won’t regret it / Make my voice the ringtone of dawn / I know your smell, I remember how it is / Hair, tenderness, pillows and moans / Make my voice the ringtone of morning." - you know, something that stated the first time he stayed the night?

"Tsoi" by Night Snipers - right before the cost song for them explained here. "When silence is no longer gold but dynamite / And my heart is like a bomb in my chest, and not just hurts, / And tears in the morning, and treacherously a hundred times a day, / I will burn out fast."

"What More Can I Say?" from "Falsettos" - right after the confession song for which I also wrote a whole fic. "If I said I love him, / You might think my words come cheap. / Let's just say / I'm glad he's mine awake, / Asleep."

"My Heart" by Splean - a fun song about an accidental meeting that brings together two people who fit together so well and love each other not despite but because they're simple and flawed. Partly incorporated in this fic. "And for exactly a thousand years we wake up together / Even if we fell asleep in different places / We start making coffee to Elvis Presley / Coffee boiled over to “Propellerheads”, ah!"

"Being Alive" from "Company" - a song that so perfectly encapsulates the first season of Gavin/Freelancer - literally everything there fits. Of course, already in a fic. "Someone to crowd you with love / Someone to force you to care / Someone to make you come through / Who'll always be there / As frightened as you / Of being alive"

"Looking for You" from "31st of June" - their iconic (in my head) Imperium soulmates song about finding each other through anything and everything. "We wait for love all the time, like a miracle / We are waiting for one, the only one, like a miracle, / Although it should, it should burn without a trace. / Tell me how could we find out / Find out when we met, / That you are mine and I am yours love and destiny?"

"My Love" by Splean - their iconic cottagecore!witch!AU (that might not be that much of an AU at this point) song about loving a witch and learning magic. "Only pines and amber resin know / How bodies entwine in tall grasses. / My love, / You are my Love. / Ask a flute of dry reeds, / What a muddy river hides at its bottom, / My love."

"Wait for Me and I'll Return" by Leonid Utesov - their Inversion song explained here. "Wait for me and I will come back, / Out of spite for all deaths. / Those who did not wait for me, let them / Say: “Lucky”. / Do not understand those who did not wait for me, / How in the middle of fire / With your waiting / You saved me / How I survived, will know / Only you and I - / You just knew how to wait / Like no one else."

(That's not all of them, of course, but these are the main ones, I suppose.)

Lasko/Freelancer:

"Here's to the Losers" by Frank Sinatra - I guess it's kind of self-explanatory - they're too unfortunate people who find happiness in each other. "Here's to those who love not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well / To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell / To the guy who'd throw a party if he knew someone to call / Here's to the losers, bless them all"

"A Song about a Boy in Love" from "Carnival Night" - this is just a sweet little thing about a guy who's too shy and stuttery to confess but he still manages to. "I don't know how to start / All in all... Meaning... So to say / No, this isn't working again."

Avior/Starlight:

“Wings” by Nautilus Pompilius - metaphorically about hiding visible trauma and literally about Avior's fall. Explained here. "I see you are afraid of open windows / and upper floors. / And if a fire starts tomorrow / and the whole building will be in flames, / We will die without these wings / which I liked."

"I Want to Be with You" by Nautilus Pompilius - about torturously painful separation and doing anything to be with the other. Explained here. "Your name has changed long ago / Eyes have lost their colour forever / The drunk doctor told me - you are no more / The firefighter gave me a certificate that your house burned down"

"He was Older than Her" by Time Machine - a song about trying to prevent inevitable tragedy with flying themes. Explained here. "He suffered when it was dark outside the window, / He did not sleep, he locked the window at night. / He sobbed, drank bitter tea in the kitchen / At the hour when she flew at night. / And then, in the morning, she swore, / That yesterday was the last time. / He forgave, but at night it’s dark outside the window, / And she flew away anyway."

"Breath" by Nautilus Pompilius - another song about trying to prevent inevitable tragedy and save the other by sacrificing yourself even if for just a few moments. "I’m trying to forget how to breathe / So that I can give you at least for a minute / That gas that we did not know how to appreciate / But you sleep and you don’t know"

Regulus/Charge:

"Where are You?" by Pilot - a song of loneliness and desperation of both of them before finally coming together. About the charge crying themselves to sleep and being alone even when surrounded by people. About Regulus hiding from the cruel world. "Where are you when I can’t get warm / In a cold bed with black and white dreams? / Where are you when I walk alone / In crowded apartments, walk-through yards?"

[starlitangels]

Homecoming Game

... I spent a lot of time daydreaming about @palilious’s fantastic D.A.M.N. fam art and in particular a thought sprung up for Huxley’s... enjoy! (And thank you Pali!) 2.4k words (I made up a whole magical sport for this because why not?)(Early autumn, Freelancer’s second year at D.A.M.N., I think, is when this takes place)

—

“Okay. I’m gonna admit... I have no idea what’s going on here,” I said to Lasko about halfway through the second quarter of the game. “I was expecting this to be, like... magic football or lacrosse or something. But I cannot tell what this is supposed to be.” Down on the field, Huxley literally grabbed a member of the opposing team and picked the guy up like he was the same weight as a bundle of grapes—rather than a six-foot-something, muscular, adult man in full contact-sport padding. Probably clocking in over two-hundred pounds.

Lasko chuckled nervously. “M-me neither,” he said, glancing around. “I-I-I’ve never been to one of Huxley’s games before.” He pushed his glasses a little higher up his nose. “I’ve never... never been to any academy sporting event before. I’ve never really had reason to.”

I leaned over to my other side. “Damien!” I called over the roaring of the crowd as something happened on the field and a purple firework exploded. He glanced over at me. “What the hell is this sport? Lasko and I can’t figure it out!”

Damien glared around at the crowd and rolled his eyes. Clearly waiting for the pandemonium to quiet down before even attempting to reply. Once it did, he leaned forward so he could speak to me and Lasko at the same time. “The point system is based on subtlety, strength, and speed. The token is passed from teammate to teammate as subtle as possible. The idea is that the other team isn’t supposed to know where it is, so they spread their defenses too thin to snatch the actual token carrier. The team with the token needs to get it to the opposing field’s beacon as fast as possible. Most magic is allowed to obscure the token’s whereabouts but illusions—and Dreamwalking, probably, but that goes without saying—and Psychokinesis isn’t allowed to touch the token itself.”

“So what’s Huxley doing?” I asked, pointing to where Huxley lashed out a hand and the entire stadium shook with an earthquake that made the other team start to stumble while his was fine. He was, apparently, the most powerful Earth Elemental in the United States, but the refined control over his magic was incredibly intricate too. According to Damien.

Damien tilted his head, studying the field. “Throwing them off-balance in an attempt to expose the token. D.A.M.N. is defending. McKinley is on offense. If he can be the one to expose the token and steal it, he gets extra points for the strength of the earthquake and the strength of his physical and magical defense.”

“And then D.A.M.N. goes on offense, right?” I asked.

Damien nodded. “Right. And you know how football coaches swap out team members based on whether they’re running offense or defense?”

“Yeah,” Lasko and I said at the same time.

“Huxley is the only person I’ve ever seen play tokenrun and just... stay on the field no matter the play.”

“I-i-is that good?” Lasko asked.

“It means that he’s really good at this game. Most players only really understand offense or defense depending on their magic and their stamina. Huxley’s probably one of the best players in the country to play both and stay on the field for most of the game.”

The ref blew a whistle, drawing my attention from Damien’s explanation back to the field. A member of the McKinley team was covered in ice crystals, glittering in the floodlights. She was on the ground, shivering, her braid a block of ice to her head.

Xavier was the D.A.M.N. player standing closest to her.

“Fire Contra,” Damien said. Lasko and I nodded. Hux had explained to me how Fire Contra-Elementals worked a while back.

A member of the McKinley team rushed onto the field, placing his hands on the girl. There was a shimmer of heat, and the ice melted.

Damien bounced his eyebrows. “Fire Elemental.”

The McKinley Fire Elemental scooped the girl up and carried her off the field. Her shivering was visible even from our place in the stands. Another member of the McKinley team ran out to take her place in the lineup.

I leaned over to Damien. “Is Xavier gonna get carded?”

“What?”

“Carded—like forcibly benched for a while or suspended from the game by a ref?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Like I said: most magic is allowed. Going against someone like Xavier, or any Energetic, is a risk the other team has to take.”

Lasko examined the field. “So... who’s got the token now?”

Damien’s gaze swept both teams. He shrugged. “That’s part of the fun. The more the crowd doesn’t know, too, the more points you can get for subtlety.”

“What would happen if Huxley just pitched it from halfway across the field like a baseball?” I asked.

“Assuming he hit the beacon and no one from D.A.M.N. touched it with Psychokinesis, he would get a ton of points on strength. The token is heavy. It’s not meant to be thrown, it’s meant to be passed through sleight-of-hand and hidden. Throwing it that distance with any degree of accuracy with the weight it is... yeah, that’s a massive strength bonus to the score.”

I blinked at the field, watching Huxley as he assessed the incoming rush of McKinley defenders before he feinted left and rushed to the right.

A small crescendo of a roar from the crowd began to build.

“Wait, does he have the token?” I asked, craning my neck around the spectators in front of me to try and see as he tore down the field. His long legs ate up the ground beneath him, yeah, but by God he could move them fast even without the length of his stride. The McKinley defenders fell behind quickly, but were still running after him.

Huxley reached the beacon. He rotated his hand. Something glinted against the floodlights—dark, shiny metal. It passed through the beam of undulating orange light in what I could only compare to the end zone of a football field.

On the other end of the field, another purple firework exploded.

The scoreboard went up for the Home team—D.A.M.N.—by twenty-six points.

“Holy sh—” Lasko’s curse was drowned out by the uproar of cheering from the crowd.

“That’s two Beacons in two plays for Dahlia,” Hudson announced over the loudspeaker. “An incredible interception and subsequent Beacon by Huxley, a fourth year here. He’s been on the team since his first year at the academy and has made quite a name for himself on this field. It’s not easy to go pro in tokenrun but I think Huxley might be able to do it, if he wanted. This has been an amazing homecoming game for Dahlia. Here’s hoping they can keep it up...”

—

Home: 586 Away: 531 Quarter: 4 Possession: Away Time Remaining: 01:37 01:36 01:35 01:34

I’m not sure at what point in the last six minutes Lasko and Damien had each individually grabbed one of my hands, but all of our grips on the other was probably really painful and uncomfortable. We were all on the edge of our seats, leaning forward, straining to see around the other spectators doing the same.

One really good play from McKinley in the last minute and a half could make us lose the game. Not likely, but not impossible, and McKinley had been pulling out all the stops to try and catch up to D.A.M.N. in the first place. 

Both teams were tense. Coiled. Ready to snap at any moment. McKinley had the token—a flat disc of tungsten or something a little smaller than my palm, by Damien’s estimation. I saw a brief flash of it as it passed between two teammates and disappeared. I was biting my lower lip so hard in anticipation it was probably going to be sore all night afterwards.

Dahlia on defense. McKinley running their offense play. Everyone was drenched in sweat. The long-haired players on both teams had wild flyaways falling out of their ponytails and braids and buns. Every player was breathing hard. Even Huxley.

00:43 00:42 00:41

McKinley rushed the Dahlia defense as a clump. Making it hard to see who was passing around the token to whom.

As they hit Dahlia’s defense, they broke—spreading out and taking on the wall of Dahlian players one-on-one.

The biggest player on McKinley’s offense took Huxley head-on. The guy was a few inches shorter than Huxley and not quite as broad. But looked like he could hold his own.

Right up until Huxley slammed against him hard enough to knock the guy flat on his back, without Huxley toppling himself, leaving Huxley free to look around. Even from my place in the stands, I could tell he had his eyes narrowed. Analyzing. People had told me that Earth Elementals were braindead as rocks, but Huxley was so smart. Emotionally. He instinctually understood people in a way psychologists could study their whole lives to try and match.

Lasko’s grip on my hand tightened as the stadium started to rumble again. Low vibrations at first. Building slowly.

“What’s he doing?” I asked Damien. He shrugged. Hudson was still talking but I’d tuned him out hours ago.

Huxley raised an arm above his head. Despite my distance from the field, up in the stadium, I could hear Xavier’s shout of, “Do it! Huxley! Let loose!”

Huxley dropped, slamming his hand to the ground.

The field roiled as the earthquake rolled away from him in waves, pushing McKinley back toward their own orange beacon. D.A.M.N.’s purple beacon shone bright, directly behind Huxley.

“Holy sh—” Hudson cut himself off before he could swear on the loudspeaker. “A power move, if ever there was one, by Huxley. He’s been running himself hard this game. Barely taking any breaks. He’s gotta be exhausted—both physically and magically—but the power of that earthquake is truly a testament to the control he has over his magic. Notice—”

I tuned him out.

00:22 00:21 00:20 00:19

Huxley bent down and snatched something—a small disc of dark metal—from the ground and bolted down the field. Xavier and Tyler abandoned the two McKinley players who’d managed to keep their feet after that massive earthquake and ran after him, protecting him from behind.

I was partially risen out of my seat, my legs burning from the strain of keeping them as bent as they were.

“How fast is Huxley’s hundred-meter dash?” I asked Damien. Even though I knew neither of us had any clue. Damien shrugged. The tokenrun field was twice as long and wide as a football field. 

Huxley was running two-hundred yards.

Xavier and Tyler had no hope of keeping up with him.

“Speed points?” I asked.

“Speed and strength,” Damien confirmed. “He won’t get any for subtlety but... with this play... he won’t need them.”

00:10 00:09 00:08

“He’s not going to make it,” Lasko said. He was just over halfway across the field.

“He will!” I replied. My grip was probably digging my fingernails into his hand but none of us were paying attention.

00:06 00:05 00:04

Just over three-quarters across the field.

Damien’s fingernails dug into my hand. I heard him whispering, “C’mon, Hux. C’mon. You got this.”

I let go of Lasko and Damien’s hands, shooting up, jumping over Damien and running down the stairs of the stadium, eyes on the field. “Freelancer!” Lasko and Damien shouted.

00:03

Huxley made it to the end zone.

00:02

He swung his arm.

00:01

The token passed through the orange beacon.

00:00

The point sensor rang milliseconds before the buzzer sounded. Huxley pumped the air with his fist and tore his helmet and padding off.

I screamed with excitement. I was already at the base of the stairs. I vaulted the fence and landed on the out-of-bounds section of the field. “Huxley!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as the crowd erupted into cheers behind me. I heard the hiss and pop of air-compressed confetti cannons.

Xavier and Tyler slammed into Huxley in celebration. He hugged the both of them, beaming wide.

“HUXLEY!” I shouted again as I got closer.

He broke out of their embraces and whirled to face me. “Freelancer!” He bent his knees and opened his arms wide.

As I got close enough to hug him, I figured he’d snap his arms around my waist in a spine-crushing hug that lifted me into the air.

Instead, he bent even lower and scooped his arm around the back of my thighs, hoisting me into the air at his chest. Like there was nothing to it. Like he hadn’t just given his absolute all to this game and must have been exhausted. He still held me in the air like I was an empty water bottle. His other arm loosely held around the back of my waist to keep me supported upright.

Gold glitter and confetti was falling from the air, set off by the cannons. “Huxley!” I exclaimed. “You did it!” Glitter started to settle on us, clinging to Huxley’s sweat.

“A six-hundred point game!” Hudson exclaimed over the speakers. “Huxley has set a new point record for Dahlia in a single game, and certainly one of the widest win margins of the season so far. A great way to give it his all on his last year at the academy.”

“Dude!” Huxley shouted over the screaming crowd. “That was awesome!”

“Awesome? You ran two-hundred yards in less than twenty seconds! That was beyond awesome!”

He started laughing, hopping up and down. “We won! We did it!”

Damien and Lasko finally caught up to us, slamming into either of Huxley’s sides. Huxley lifted me just a little higher against his chest so they wouldn’t hurt my legs by accident.

I kept one arm over his shoulder and neck to keep myself up. I shook glitter out of my hair as Huxley laughed when it struck his face.

“That was amazing!” I called over the crowds’ pandemonium.

He finally set me down and scooped me, Damien, and Lasko into a group hug.

“Oh, my God—you’re such a sweaty mess,” I muttered into the soaked under armor as Huxley crushed me into his chest. That made him laugh. Deep, throaty, full. A rumbling laugh that made the very ground below us feel like it was going to keep shaking with that earthquake he made.

“Great job, Hux!” Lasko said loudly.

“Fantastic job!” Damien added.

I managed to peel my face off Huxley’s sweaty green under armor—green and emblazoned with the Earth Elemental symbol on the sleeve. “Yo! Guys! Who wants to go get some ice cream to celebrate?”

“Hell yeah!” all three of my friends exclaimed.

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Unforgiving

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Couple: Lasko/Gavin, Past Lasko/ original male character

TW/CW: Past large age gap, mentioned cheating

After being heartbroken Lasko plots revenge with the help of and incubus. Fake dating

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Disgust, heartbreak, regret, loneliness, helplessness.

“Mother of god- Gavin- what- what are you doing here? And why do you have to - scare me like that every time.”

Fear, shame, relief

“My fault Sunshine, did not mean to frighten you.”

Anxiety, Hesitation

“Liar.”

“You know me so well.”

Calm

“You didn't answer, why are you here? Do you need something- I heard that your- um interested in classes- I could help-but um- I don't think right no-”

“ I'm not here for that Sweets. “

It was hard to ignore the tear stains and the wobble in his voice, even an unempowered would notice. A demon though, he could feel the heartbreak from miles away. 

“I could feel it.”

Shock, Fear

“What?”

He knew what Gavin meant but almost didn't believe it.

“ I'm sorry Lasko, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, I'm kind of tuned in to my friends.”

Lasko stumbled into his chair. He let a few more tears slide down his face.

“You-you don't need to be sorry- it's my fault. I'm an idiot- it's my fault. I let that- I let them play me. I-”

He stopped to breathe. Gavin stood, listened, and waited. Lasko took the time he needed, he crossed his arms over the desk, stuck his head in, and cried. Gavin felt the slow shift in Lasko's energy. He wasn't calming down.

Anger

“ I wish it was different."

Lasko said, inaudible to Gavin

“Puppy, I can't understand your words when you're talking through your arm."

He lifted his head, seating his chin on his arms. He wasn't blushing like he normally was when Gavin used any nickname. Now he was just blank-faced.

“I wish it was different. He was always- he was very possessive- and even if- if he said that he doesn't love me-  that she's who he loves. I know- I know he'll hate it- he'll hate seeing me happy with someone else, 'cause he knows that he treated me like shit. And I want him to know that. I want to make him jealous, I want him to hate himself for leaving me. I WANT HIM TO BE THE ONE THAT BEGS FOR MY LOVE. “

Anger, Desperation

“Lasko.”

They make eye contact. in Gavin's eyes there's sympathy and confusion but somehow it's paired with understanding.  It brings Lasko a sense of calm. He takes a few breaths before standing up and walking around to the other side of his desk. Standing right in front of Gavin. He looks up, a strange sense of confidence flashes through his body. A very small flash, before Lasko, got sucked back into his shell. His head down avoiding confrontation.

“ I used to beg him. To stay, to show me, love.”

Shame, Regret, Guilt

“I know I should have realized-should have- should have left. It was my fau-”

“Lasko.”

Thankful

Gavins takes a hold of Lasko. 

“It's not your fault, there are a lot of people who have learned, trained how to use people, they know how to make you think, feel loved. It's not your fault.”

“A part of me knows that, I want to believe that.”

Rage

“ But I still, I want him to feel how I feel, he needs to understand what he does to people. I want to make him so jealous he begs for me back.”

Hope

“ But you won't go back”

Anxiety, Fear

There's a pause

“Of- of course”

He lies.

Gavin pulls Lasko out of his chest and tilts his head up to him.

“I'm serious, Lasko, you can make him jealous, Get your revenge. But you can't go back, you won't.”

Lasko nods, that's all. Before he pulls and turns away.

Fear

Gavin wondered what Lasko was scared of now.

“Gavin.”

“Yes”

“Will you help me?”

Gavin knew what Lasko meant. He realized why Lasko was scared. He's expecting him to say no, with good reason.

“Lasko, you know I don't do relationships.”

“I know that, but he doesn't, we can fake it. Pretend we're together when he's around”

Desperation

" and you can benefit off it cause you can feed off m-"

" I'll do it Sweets, but because you're my friend, not because you're offering to let me feed off you. We should have some rules though."

Relief, Excitement 

"Yes, of course. Do you have any in mind?"

"Well, it depends. Who do you want to lie to everyone, or just him?"

" I mean- I guess everyone, I think we can, or should tell our friends. I don't want to lie to them. So just in public, we'll- we can act like a couple."

Fear, shame

Gavin is tired of Lasko hiding stuff from him.

"There's more, come on, out with it."

"I- I think the best way to sell- to make him believable and make him jealous well have to- be physical. But only when he's around, and only if you're comfortable. That's why I said you could use my energy because if I'm going to be, umm touching and if I'm touching you, you might as well take what I'm giving you. I've already come up with a few ideas, scenarios, and things I know will hurt him. But just the thought - uhh fluster me- you know."

" I think you mean 'turned on' but it's cute that you can barely even hint at such"

"Shut up, Gavin"

" ah ah ah that's not my name. Y'know what -"

" Lasko what is this empty section, I told you to fill my schedule as much as po-Gavin."

"Damien.”

Gavin greets the frantic confused fire element before he turns back to Lasko. kissing the back of Lasko's hand before saying goodbye to the both of them

“ it seems my time with you is over, for now. I hope you start feeling better, night sweets. Damien, good luck with your schedule, but don't overwork yourself.”

And then he was gone.

Lasko moves back to his deck, trying to move past what just happened and act as if nothing happened.

“ I- so I put a space in your- um schedule because well- you need it but also the timing of the classes were unreasonable- impossible, you - no one would be able to make it across the campus like needed in that time. So I decided that it would be best to giv-'

“ What the fuck was that Lasko?”

“Oh it was - it's nothing- not important. So do you still want me to - to fix you-”

“ Lasko don't - don't fucking lie to me, what was Gavin doing here, and the kiss?”

“ ok- so "

Damien gave Lasko a look telling him not to try lying again

“Gavin and I have decided to- fake a relationship with each other.”

“Lasko.”

“I suggested it, I've mentioned umm Zen to you before, he cheated on me, left me, and -I wanted to make him jealous.”

“God Lasko, how stupid- “

Damien stopped, realizing now wasn't the time to use harsh words.

“ I don't think that's wise Lasko.”

“Why's that? I know I act like- like a shy nerd but I deserve revenge, don't you thi-”

“ Of course I do, but this isn't the way”

“Why not?!”

“ because you'll just get hurt”

“ No, I won't it's fake I'll be fi-”

“ Lasko, I've seen it, you fall in love when someone looks at you. When Gavin starts giving you all that attention you're going to fall for him, hard. And you'll start to think that he feels the same because you're in this fake relationship. And when you confess, he's going to reject you, and you'll be heartbroken, inconsolable.”

“That's not true!”

Damien sighed knowing there was nothing he could say to stop Lasko's plan.

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"Professor Dawson"

Damien stared at the closed door, here for one reason. To meet up with Xavier, but he didn't want to go in.

"Damien?"

Huxley's voice and shoulder nudge broke Damien's thoughts

"We can head in, the class is over, Xavier is just talking to the professor."

Huxley steps in front of Damien and opens that door, holding it open for his friend.

The door shuts when both men are inside. Xavier and Professor Dawson are the only others in the room, just a few steps ahead, Xavior notices his friends come in and waves them over to join in the conversation. Huxley takes a few large steps while Damien begrudgingly shuffles closer, head down avoiding the professor's gaze.

“Dawson, this is Huxley one of my amazing teammates, and Damien”

“Sophia's kid?”

Damien didn't allow himself to physically react, but he was shocked by the professor's knowledge of his mother. He didn't like it.

“Yeah.”

“ I've heard quite a bit about your mother, I've watched her display her element, and I've heard of her accomplishments as a human born, she's truly remarkable. I didn't believe it a first when I was told she was human-born.”

 Damien snapped his head up, his eyes not hiding his burning rage. He knew this guy was a piece of work, from what Lasko told him but now it was personal. Damien waited for the professor to speak, make a mistake, so Damien could let himself go, let the stereotype of being hot-headed win.

Then Dawson laughed.

Right in Damien's face

Damien looked at his friends

What the fuck was funny

“Oh, Damien, I'm sorry I offended you, and your mother. I was very young when I thought that, I was still ignorant. I was barely ten, my father quickly corrected my thoughts. I'm sorry.”

Damien was confused

He was sincere

He wasn't lying

Sure Damien was no lie detector but he considered himself pretty good at spotting lies and insincerity.

Damien kept his eyes locked with Dawson. The professor's eyes soften from ice to snow.

“Truly Damien, I didn't mean anything by my statement. I hope you realize that.”

Xavier stepped in, realizing Damien wasn't calming down, and the room was only getting hotter.

“I know professor, I'm sure Damien does too but we're going to go ahead and leave, thanks for class”

The three students headed to the door as the professor commented to talk

“ Of course Xavior, I'll see you, and Huxley at your next game. Which is?”

“ Friday sir”

“ got it, I'll be there”

When the three were in the hall, with the door to professor Dawsons closed, Damien let out a groan

“I fucking hate that guy”

“Wow, Damien, that- this was the first time you met him”

Hux was shocked at his friend's immediate distaste for the professor

Xavier tried to calm the fire elemental down with a joke

“Maybe it's because of your opposing elements?”

Hux made a face at the ice boy, Xavier knew he messed up. Xavier still didn't know Damien too well.

“ Xavier, you're an ice elemental, I don't hate you.”

Xavior took that as a good sign.

Huxley changed the topic when they got outside, using his vast knowledge of the earth to keep the fire elemental from becoming angrier. It worked, the group found a table to have lunch at as they talked about various things

“Wow, is that Lasko and Gavin”

Damien slowly turns his head to see Gavin and Lasko sitting on the same side of a small table, Gavin's hand on Lasko's knee, Laskos face bright red.

“Yep”

Damien says it like he saw the two like this every day.

“ What do you mean ‘yep’, it's Lasko and Gavin.”

Huxley gestured toward the two, he was pretty freaked out by the unexpected pair. The more he looked the more things clicked

“Oh my gosh bro, is Gavin his not-so-secret boyfriend”

“ Not so secret boyfriend?”

Xavier questions, a little out of the loop with Huxley's friend group. Damien calmly explained, already tired of this conversation.

“Lasko tried to, and thinks he did hide that he was in a relationship but everyone in our group knew. He's pretty bad at lying.”

Huxley jumped in

“ yeah but he told you who it was”

Huxley then turned to Xavier

“But he wouldn't tell us- which is totally respectable, Lasko wanted to keep it a secret”

“No, he didn't.”

The two athletes snapped their heads to Damien

They didn't have to ask as Damien started to explain

“ Gavin isn't the ’secret boyfriend’. They broke up, and Lasko never wanted to lie or keep his relationship a secret he was forced to”

Huxley didn't like hearing that, he looked over at his air-powered friend. Xavier asked the next question

“Why?”

Huxley wanted to know but he was also scared of the answer, he couldn't come up with many good reasons to lie about a relationship[

“His partner thought it would look bad.”

Damien's hands grabbed at his jeans, squeezing hard as he thought about it

“Like- Lasko was embarrassing to be seen with?”

Huxley's voice had changed, it was steady but still unsure.

“Partly.” Xavier felt it wasn't his place to talk, but he felt for Lasko.

Huxley continued to stare at Lasko. Damiens stared at his jeans as he began to speak

“He thought-”

“ Who was it?”

Huxley's voice was, emotionless, not angry, or sad, but Damien knew it was a demand

“Zen Dawson.”

Xavier took a deep breath and looked over at Lasko, he'd always wondered why Lasko often came into Dawson's room after class. 

“Isn't Dawson like twice Laskos age?”

“No”

Huxley and Damien were surprised that Xavier was the one to answer. Damien finished what Xavier said

“He's 12 years older, that was one of the reasons he didn't want the relationship to go public”

“I'm starting to understand your hatred towards that guy.”

Damien let out a huffed laugh.

“There's more”

Huxley looked out the window as Professor Zen Dawson walked by, waving to the table as he passed.

Damien watches him as he walks.

“So much more.”

[beewithknee]

stress relief

gavin x hux x damien x lasko x freelancer poly ficccc

Something was wrong with the Freelancer, everyone could tell. They were stressed and annoyed. Snappy and tired. Angry and reserved. They were hiding something and their partners were determined to find out what.

It had been another long day at D.A.M.N, you were tired and stressed and anxious and you still had so much more work to do once you got home. Life was being a bitch and honestly you were so sick of it all. You unlocked the door, expecting everybody to be at work, the university or just out. A groan ripped its way out of your chest as you shrugged off your coat and rubbed your sore shoulders. “Wow, deviant. What’s up with the groaning?” The sharp voice and hand on your shoulder scared the shit out of you, your body acting on its own, throwing out a burst of fire at the unknown assailant. You whipped around, eyes wide with horror at your stared at your boyfriend. “Oh god! Gavin, I'm so sorry. Shit, are you okay?!” Your eyebrows furrowed and you started patting him down while spurting out apologies. Honestly, Gavin didn't care, it was kinda funny in his opinion. “Woah, woah, woah. It’s okay freelancer, I didn't mean to startle you. It’s okay” He reassured his frantic partner. You shook your head “No, no, it's not okay. I could seriously hurt you. Are you sure your alr-” Your sentence was stopped by a pair of warm lips landing on your own. “Mmm, my favourite way to shut you up.” He chuckled heartily. “But seriously deviant, I'm fine. I can redirect your flames fairly easily.” A warm smile was sent your way. You sighed heavily, still feeling guilty but accepting that Gavin was alright. Said incubus could see how tight your shoulders were, he could practically feel all the knots in you and that made him angry. You started waking away, back facing Gavin as you got your stuff ready to do more studying.

What was wrong? And why weren't you telling him?

“Hey Freelancer. Is everything okay?” He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder. After a few seconds you shrugged him off. What the hell?

You didn’t do that… ever.

“Nothing Gav, I gotta finish this project so I might be working a bit late tonight.” You informed him, resigned to the fact you were going to be pulling another all-nighter. Fuck. Gavin let it go for now, knowing that pushing the issue would just make you madder and more closed off.

One by one the hours passed and your boyfriends arrived home. All of them noticed you slaving away at your work but didn’t want to interrupt. “Hey Gav, how long have they been at it?” Damien whispered to the incubus, concerned about his partner. “Uh” Gavin grabbed Damien’s wrist and looked at his watch. “It’s been about 4 hours. They also sent some flames at me when I scared them this afternoon.” He admitted, looking over to see Damien raising his eyebrows. “Shit, okay. We need to keep a better eye on them, I can practically smell the stress on them.” Gavin nodded in agreement, you needed help whether you were going to admit it or not.

The boys all got dinner ready, it was your favourite dish and they figured it’d cheer you up a bit. “Okay Freelancer. Dinner time.” Damien instructed, but you ignored him. You figured he’d leave you alone and keep working. Spoiler alert: he didn't. “What are you doing? Come on, dinner, genius.” The fire elemental demanded, he was sick of you ignoring your own health. “I’ll eat dinner in a bit. I’ve just gotta finish this section.” You responded, annoyed but still lying through your teeth. The others knew it too. “Nope.” Damien smiled terrifyingly. “What does that m-AH” You shrieked as you were suddenly lifted up from your seat. What the?? Wait you knew those arms. “Huxley put me down right goddamn now.” You were furious, how dare they? Did they have any idea the amount of work you had? “Sorry bro, no can do. You’re gonna come and eat with all of us and then we’re gonna take care of you.” Huxley kept his voice calm and steady but his arms tight. You were like a fish out of water, squirming every which way. “I don't need taking care of. I’m not a child. I need to finish my work.” You protested, still writhing in the earth elemental’s grip. Lasko came up to you and put a soothing hand on your face, making you look directly into his eyes. The boys took your moment of weakness and moved you. Soon you were (involuntary) being flanked by your boyfriends. They had chosen to eat on the couch with your favourite movie playing in the background. Thank god you had a big couch. “Seriously guys, I'm fine. I just need to finish my work and then I'll eat.” At this point you were not above begging. No-one responded. All you got in return was being shifted a bit. You were sat in between Gavin’s legs with Huxley directly to your right, with his arm around Gavin’s shoulders, Damien was on your left holding both yours and his plates and Lasko was on the ground between your legs. “Look, please. Okay, are you happy? I’m begging you ple… please” Your voice cracked and the tears welled up in your eyes. Damien put the plates down and brought your hand into his while Lasko turned around. “Honey, we’re not doing this to be mean. But we can all see how tired you are. You need a break and we are going to take care of you tonight.” His slightly stuttered words left no room for argument and you sunk back into Gavin reluctantly. “Fine.” You relented, Damien handed you your food and watched to make sure you actually started eating before he touched his own.

You all had finished and you had to admit, it did feel good to get some hearty homemade food into you. “Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you all.” You whispered out into the night air. The incubus started pressing soft kisses to your neck while Hux and Damien each kissed your hand and Lasko kissed your thigh. It was their way of saying ‘you're welcome’ “Okay Honey, how about we get you into some pyjamas and go to bed?” Lasko proposed, he could see your eyelids drooping and knew that you’d been pulling a fair few all nighters lately. You nodded your agreement sluggishly, making grabby hands up at Huxley. He chuckled and scooped you up, your head rested on his shoulder and you turned your head so that it faced his neck. “I love you so much Hux.” It was like a little secret between you too and that's what made it so much sweeter. “I love you too bro. You deserve the world.” You huffed a laugh at his pet name but didn't comment on it, it made you smile. You had bought a bigger bed when you had started dating 4 people, making sure it comfortably fit all of you. You stripped quickly and got changed into one of Lasko’s shirts and what you thought were Huxley’s shorts as they went down to your mid thigh. Eventually you all climbed into bed and got into a good position. “Freelancer. We all love you but you need to take care of yourself, not eating is not okay. Not sleeping is not okay. Not telling us when something is wrong is not okay.” Gavin stated firmly, he loved you truly but he needed you to understand those things. Damien continued “We want you to be safe and healthy but how can we make sure you are if you won’t tell us when something is wrong?” You felt guilty.

You just didn't want them to worry. “And I know you’ll say you just don't wanna be a burden or make us worry or something like that, but that's our job. You are never a burden and we adore taking care of you. It makes us happy knowing we can help.” Lasko added, reinforcing the point. Everyone expected Huxley to say something funny or stupid but all he said was “You're not alone anymore.” You broke, being surrounded by people you loved and who loved you, knowing that they wanted you to be okay and that you weren't a bother to them made you so happy. Tears slipped down your cheeks as you clung onto Gavin, sobbing into his chest. Lasko rubbed your back gently as you did. All of them felt their eyes get misty as you cried, they hated that you never felt like you were good enough. “Shh, it’s okay. Breathe bro. You’re gonna make yourself sick.” Hux whispered gently. You understood now, you knew you were loved but they’d still spend everyday proving it to you. “Shh, sleep. It’s okay. We’ve got you.” One of them spoke, your eyelids felt so heavy. Your mind slowed and soon enough you were down for the count. “God I love them so much.” Damien smiled softly at your sleeping form. “Yeah, me too. I’m gonna give them tomorrow off, I'll let their teachers know.” Lasko promised, he was gonna give you as much help as you needed, even if you didn't ask. The lights were out, everyone was asleep and the freelancer felt safe. Everything would be okay because they had the best people to support them.

[cantf1ndmynam3]

part 2? part 2.

it’s damien’s turn ;)

<< embarrassment doesn’t exist past 1am >>

“lasko, it’s been 5 hours, where were y-“

“ssssssshhhhhhut up…”

the slurred response from the characteristically insecure air elemental certainly wasn’t one damien expected when lasko blew open the door to the apartment.

damien had been anxiously waiting for lasko to return home.

having surrended to the sweet beckoning of slumberland, huxley, gavin and freelancer sprawled out against each other in the shared bedroom, meaning that damien was left to welcome lasko home, or in his words, lecture lasko for pulling yet another overtime shift. determined to wait for lasko so he could join his partners in bed, damien pulled out his essay on his laptop and decided to work on it, there was no way lasko was going to return to damien without a chiding about time management.

or so he thought.

turns out there was a way to avoid that.

a weak breeze eased the door open, damien had purposely unlocked it so lasko wouldn’t have to search for his keys in his exhausted state.

“oh, he’s in for it, he’s so dead.” damien muttered under bated breath.

however, the “he’ wasn’t lasko.

before damien could even begin his lecture, lasko immediately cut him off as his bag slid off his shoulder. the loud thud of the suitcase, led by the riffling sounds of files and papers spilling out was the first warning.

oh, he’s in for it

“w-“

“don’ speak, jus’ hold me”

he’s so dead.

swiftly, lasko slides damien’s computer from his lap and places himself there, settling atop the quickly heating fire elemental and making himself comfortable. he wearily slings his arms around the now steaming fire elemental’s neck, before slipping into the abyss of unconsciousness.

slick hands slightly singe the armrests. for the first time ever, damien’s speechless. the temperature of the room slips up a few degrees as a stunned and flustered damien scrambled to put together a cohesive thought, a witty quip or-

“damien~” a soft whine came out of lasko’s mouth, making damien snap his head to lasko, who was inching even closer to damien. “lasko?! what’s gotten into-“

“shhhhhhhhhhh so warmmmm, ‘m safe ‘ere” the air elemental’s head softly lands on his shoulder as he wraps damien’s heated arms around his waist. “stay”

frozen in place, damien’s heart palpitated like a drum as he tried to form a cohesive sentence in his mile-a-minute brain. how could he when his usually whirlwind of a boyfriend is now setting his heart ablaze?

alas, a thought. “this was your doing, gavin” damien curses in his mind.

“my, my you are flushed~”

speak of the devil, or should it be demon….

damien’s head turns to gavin, perched on top of the kitchen counter, swirling a sherry glass (no i did not search this up) of warm milk in his hand, playfully crossing his legs as he damien internally panic for the past 15 minutes.

“i’m guessing freelancer didn’t warn you, “ he began, “embarrassment doesn’t exist past 1am, so lasko gets very very clingy… it’s a stark contrast with his usually flustered behaviour,”

“but i have no complaints”

gavin mumbled, lips connected to the rim of the glass. the rosy tint dancing across the incubus’ face was quickly hidden as he quickly downs the rest of its contents.

damien was about to open his mouth to retort, only to cut himself off when lasko cuddled even closer into his chest, to which gavin chuckled again as the fire elemental’s face reddened further.

“i’ll leave you two to it, good luck trying to get out, wildfire”

he winked, before rifting back into the bedroom, the now-empty glass disappearing off the counter as well.

[fuzzy-melonlord]

Alright, i hope this makes sense i have played laser tag LITERALLY ONCE so don’t hate me too much if I laser tag goes differently than this. But this is a little fluff i promise @dolls-circus to make up for being mean with my last Avior/Starlight fic.

Pairing: Lasko/Darlin WC: 2K TW: descriptions of anxiety, gun talk, slightly suggestive thoughts Genre: Fluff

This was it for him, honestly. The world had decided that today was the day that Lasko passed away and at the rate his heart was pounding, he would honestly consider it a relief. He hadn’t expected this much of a shock when he had gotten up that morning, but Tank always seemed determined to destroy whatever expectations he previously had for his day. In a good way, but never in one that was good for his blood pressure. 

Today was just supposed to be a fun little trip to play laser tag, Tank had brought a few members of their pack (somehow even convincing their alpha) and their friend Sam, while Lasko had invited along Huxley, Damien, as well as the Freelancer and....Gavin. Which was his first mistake. The plan for the day was to enjoy themselves and relax a bit before the E&E Games began in proper form. 

What Lasko hadn’t been expecting was the raw competitive nature that...almost all of his friends apparently had. And sure, he had it too...when he was playing video games. Things like this were a completely different story. Here though, watching the freelancer and Tank playfully shit talk each other, while Gavin did his best to simultaneously fluster not just Damien but Tank’s friend Milo as well. Lasko couldn’t help to admit that maybe this was a bit of an overwhelming situation. 

His second mistake was letting Gavin catch him staring as Tank slid off their jean jacket and tossing it to the side to reveal the t-shirt they had on underneath. Before slipping into the obnoxiously glowing vest that would tell if they had been shot. His heart thudded in his chest as the muscled expanse of skin was put on display, which is exactly when Gavin decided to strike. 

“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” his silky voice came from right next to Lasko’s ear, far closer than the timid male had expected. Jumping and letting out a loud curse, he turned to glare (or as much of a glare as he could muster) at Gavin. His face felt like it was on fire, 

The look on Gavin’s face was enough to make Lasko’s stomach drop, his lips quickly opening to begin denying all the things he knew Gavin was reading from him. It would all be lies of course, and hell Gavin would know that...he could feel it. 

“No, it’s not like that! There is nothing like what you’re thinking, and I know what you’re thinking but it’s not that!” He exclaimed, yelling but also...whispering as to not attract the attention of the one who had just stolen his just moments before. 

Gavin’s brow raised, and in Lasko’s eyes his grin had taken almost a sinister expression. With a small hum, Gavin struted away from Lasko and made his way over to where Tank and Freelancer were still chatting. The entire time, Lasko was muttering small curses to himself as he watched the scene play out.

“You know, Deviant. If you roll up your sleeves juuust like this,” his voice was smooth as butter as he began adjusting the sleeves of his lover’s t-shirt, rolling them up over their shoulders, “then you’ll have a better range of motion.” 

The Freelancer grinned, flashing the familiar competitive smirk over at Tank before they followed Gavin’s advice and quickly rolled up the other one. Tank, watching this seemed to agree with the advice that they had overheard (that Gavin made sure, they overheard) and quickly followed suit. The new exposure of skin causing Lasko’s heart to jump into his throat, the skin of his face felt like a fire had been lit just under the surface. 

Gavin didn’t look back at him, but from the flash of a smirk on his smug face...Lasko could tell that he felt Lasko’s reaction. 

This was going to be a LONG day. 

Despite this thought, the first few rounds went by rather quickly. The first game going to the wolf pack (plus Sam), the wolves already had an idea of how the others fought and used their history to their advantage. While the second game went to the D.A.M.N team, having used the small break between games to prepare a plan (more like for Damien to prepare a plan and give out orders to his teammates). The third and final round was just about to begin and they were taking one final small break before heading back in for the last round.

“Not gonna lie, you’re a pretty good shot Lasko. I wasn’t expecting you to take me out like that last round.” Tank exclaimed, laughing at the memory of Lasko’s epic shot on them in the last match. The air elemental couldn’t help but join them in laughter, it was contagious and he loved that he could hear it. Usually Tank was a bit more serious, he had never seen them just kind of...let go like this. It made his heart do flips inside of his chest.

“I mean, It wasn’t that good! My only experience with guns are from arcade cabinets and those are nothing like laser guns! And you were amazing the whole time! You were so fucking...freaking, fuck i mean, i can say fuck you’re not one of my students. And even if you were, i’m not on campus. I-fuck, sorry.” He paused for a moment, running a shaky hand through his hair before getting back to his original point, “I just wanted to say you were really cool in both matches. With how you were moving, I just got lucky hitting you.” 

Tank reached out, gently shoving his shoulder with their closed fist.

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short Lasko. You’re pretty cool too.” Lasko felt his entire body freeze and heat up all at once, trying his best to calm his heart as it pounded louder than drums inside of his chest. But before he could even TRY to get his mind back to forming coherent thoughts, he heard the familiar call of one of Tank’s pack, Milo, calling for the start of the last round. 

Filing back into the separate sides of the room, both parties falling back into their plans. Lasko could vaguely hear Damien whispering a few final instructions to Huxley as they lead the group back into the course. This was it, the final round and it would decide which group would be paying for dinner as well. Everyone in the D.A.M.N team was determined to win, leading their team to victory and getting a free meal out of it as well. 

Lasko felt his heart racing as the match began, running straight towards the left as Damien had instructed him to (apparently they were going to try and do some kind of pincer attack?), with the Freelancer following close behind him while Damien, and Gavin went to the right and Huxley did his best to distract the wolves by going straight down the center of the course. 

When the duo reached the section where the levels split, Freelancer climbed up the ramp and rushed to hide behind one of the pillars to hide theirself. Lasko on the other hand, crouched down and stayed on the ground level. It was tense, and he did his best to keep hidden while also searching for any of the wolf team but saw no one. 

His heart practically jumped out of his chest as he heard the familiar yell of the freelancer from the level above, letting him know that they had been taken out and that he was now the only one defending his side. Despite the sound of running footsteps and heavy breathing, it was almost silent as Lasko dashed from one pillar to another, and yet before he could get to the second pillar to hide he felt a hand grip his wrist pulling him backwards. Despite his quick gasp, and the list of curses that left his lips as he tried to escape, his captor held firm and maneuvered him to where his back was now firmly pressed against the outer wall of the room.

Finally able to gaze upon the owner of the hand, he was surprised to find none other than Tank staring over at him with a grin on their face. 

“W-W-What are you doing?” He exclaimed in a whisper, his eyes rapidly glancing from them to the room around them to see if any of their other teammates were nearby. He watched as Asher dashed around the corner, looking for another target. And he was made acutely aware that if he had continued that way then he would have been shot down by him. Tank had...spared him?

“Betraying my team? Saving your ‘life’? Offering to buy you dinner, take your pick.” He couldn’t possibly understand what was going through their mind, his own was focused on the way their hand still gripped his wrist. It was firm, but not in a painful way and it sent his brain to places that it definitely should not be going to while playing laser tag. After a moment, his mind returned to him and he realized what exactly it was that they were saying.

“You’re throwing the game? What is your team going to say, I mean Damien would be happy for us to win but I don’t think he would be happy if we won in an unfair way. He’s...a stickler for things like that, honestly he’s a stickler for a lot of things.” He was shocked they would even consider such a thing, especially after hearing how determined they had been to win before the games began. 

“Hm...maybe some things are more important to me than winning?” They muttered, eyes never leaving his. They had always been an enigma to Lasko, always one step ahead of him and honestly it was exhilarating being around them. Despite the ever present anxiety that the poor man constantly had lingering just beneath the surface.

“and maybe I want to treat you...cause I might…” They paused as they heard footsteps, their free hand reaching up to cover Lasko’s mouth as they moved closer to him. Their body pressing against his own as they did their best to hide him against the wall. Continuing their words by whispering right into his ear, and sending shivers down their spine. “I might want to take you out, like...on a kind of date. Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” 

Lasko could barely believe his ears. Of course, he had to considering that there was absolutely no way he could have misheard them, what with how close they currently were. It was, a lot to take in. He had never thought they would like him, he honestly had thought that they were just days away from dating Sam. After all, the two had such good chemistry and yet here they were, wanting to take him of all people on a date. 

“Fuck,” was the only word he could even think of, “fuck, i mean fuck yes. I um I would, really really like that.” 

And at that moment, he saw the light of his vest go dark. Indicating that he had been shot, and the only one within shooting range was...Tank. His heart sunk, worried that the confession had been a joke. He...knew that they wouldn’t do something like that, they weren’t that kind of person, but in that moment he was a little concerned. 

“Sorry, cutie.” they muttered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling away with a grin on their face. “You get to pay this time, but I’ll take you out on a proper date next time. But for now, I need to go take out the rest of your team.”

Lasko was shell shocked, completely stunned but something in him seemed to take over in that moment and he pulled them closer and pressed his lips firmly against theirs in a rather strange moment of bravery on his part. This time, he was the one to pull away first and he felt a small surge of pride rush over him at the look of surprise on their face. It was rare that he was the one to catch them off guard, but it was definitely worth the hours he would anxiously spend thinking about this moment later. 

The D.A.M.N team might have lost the match but damn if Lasko didn’t feel like he was the winner.