Beyond Doubt: Crafting Unbreakable Trust in Your Relationship
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In the realm of relationships, trust stands as a linchpin, a foundational element that shapes the very essence of connection. Explore the profound dynamics of trust, not merely as an idea but as a dynamic force within the complex interplay in partnerships. An art that goes beyond doubt and fosters a resilient, unshakeable bond between two hearts.…
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This is a question asked by all the women out there. Career is it a question or it’s a path you need to lean on! It shocked me how some people ask women to give up so easily on what has been their whole life, whether it’s their studies or the growth, they have created so far. When a man is asked to give up, will they? Then why do women have to? When we ask…
What’s the most challenging point of your life now? Is it finance, or health, or relationship or marriage. Maybe nobody got your back anymore, you may have felt deserted or even desolate to some people who you call family and friends. What bigger problem could you be possibly going through that the world doesn’t know. Be encouraged and strong in the Lord, for in due season he will reward you if you faint not.
Sometimes we give up because we feel there’s nothing more about us, we feel that’s how everything was meant to be, so we have no other choice than to move on with what the people say we are without realizing that there are three side of ever man (what people think we are, what we think we’re and what God thinks we’re). Each of us must learn to strengthen ourselves in what God thinks we’re and not what some folks put in our ears. What does the Scripture say about you? Who does Heaven say you’re? Yes, that’s who you’re. A Child of God. Remember the promises of God towards us. If we draw close to Him, he will draw nearer to us despite our Sins. He will wash us and sanctify us by His blood. Stay clear from people or thoughts that makes you feel depressed and unable to accomplish God’s designed purpose for your life. Guilt Kills, yes it does. But the Spirit of God giveth Life and understanding to the simple.
There’s nothing much harmful and dangerous than a man who’s no longer interested in the activity of God. If the devil can get you to stop praying, he’s satisfied. Devil doesn’t want you to sin, he’s not even interested on how big or little the sin is. Of what good is it to him if you sin big or sin little. He’s more interested in your relationship with God than any other thing. He knows that his time is short and the king is coming soon, so he is set to finish his agenda before he’s casted into the lake of fire. So he’s okay with anything that breaks your relationship with the Holy spirit. Whether it’s Iniquity or disobedience or depression or guilt as long as it breaks the intimacy you once had with God. So it profits him much when your relationship with God is cut off. So he sponsors every component that will interfere with your soul and will.
Rated E. You can read from the beginning over on ao3! Latest chapter below as well. <3
tags for this update: angst, self doubt, mental wellness, masturbation, communication <3 <3 <3
Long Time No See - 8
David came home to the smell of something burning.
Darlin was opening a window and Asher was fanning smoke away from the fire alarm before it could go off.
David kicked the door shut behind him and Asher’s attention snapped from his task to his mate. He smiled big, the way he always did when he’d done something that was sure to annoy. At least David didn’t have to ask what it was—he could see the burned lasagna on the counter. “You tried to cook again?”
Asher shrugged sheepishly, still fanning. “I’ll cut the burned part off. It’s going to be fine. Darlin and I did it.”
David grunted once, glancing to the side at the window and Darlin standing there beside it. They hadn’t moved since they realized he was home. He hated that. He had always hated the way they sometimes looked scared of him, like it was an instinct they had to shake every time it kicked in, but now there was a tinge of guilt in them—like they’d done something wrong. He turned his attention back to Asher. “I’m going to shower. You try to make that edible.”
Asher saluted. “On it.”
David went down the hall and straight into the bathroom. He didn’t bother locking the door, they both knew he was in there. They’d never locked the door before but agreed to start just in case Darlin walked in on one or both of them. Neither of them would particularly mind but they weren’t sure Darlin could handle the awkwardness. Not on top of everything else.
He showered fast, hair still wet by the time he’d put on clean clothes and come back to the kitchen. They had a little dining table and it was set with plates and a disastrous looking lasagna. He didn’t look directly at Darlin because he knew they wouldn’t meet his eye if he did. Asher did most of the talking while they ate, easily filling the uneasy spaces between them. But it all made David feel more like shit than he already had.
It seemed impossible, this thing with Darlin. He could never say anything right and it felt like whatever he did, he was the enemy—he was a threat—and that set his instincts on edge and broke his heart at the same time. It wasn’t fair. He’d never done anything against Darlin. But it didn’t have to be fair to be true.
Asher suggested they play games after dinner, suggesting they clear the table while he ran off to the bathroom real quick.
David hated the way awkward silence rolled in the second Asher was down the hall and they were alone. Fuck. What if he did the wrong thing again? Said the wrong thing? What if he tried to say the right thing and it ended up being an argument again?
“I’m sorry,” Darlin blurted out.
David’s attention snapped to them. They weren’t looking directly at him, chin pushed level but gaze flicking anywhere but his face.
“I know you’re just trying to help…”
“I am.”
Darlin nodded, gaze on the table right in front of him. “I like living here.”
David’s heart swelled in his chest. They’d never said that. He hadn’t been sure if they liked it or if they felt like they couldn’t leave. It made him nervous. “I like you living here,” he said.
Darlin relaxed a little, like they hadn’t known that.
“Do you want to go running with my tomorrow?” David asked.
Darlin’s gaze finally met his. They nodded. “Skin or fur?”
He tried not to smile. “Do you have running shoes?”
Darlin stared. “All shoes are running shoes…if you run.”
He burst. They said it with such a straight face that he wasn’t even sure if they were fucking with him or taking a damn stance.
Asher came back and they all cleared the table. David insisted on doing the dishes since they had sort of cooked dinner but the other two hovered in the kitchen until he was done and they were all moving to the couch for games.
-
Darlin had taken to running with David almost every day for the past three months.
It was good. It was really good. Even on bad days, days where they didn’t talk at all, they just ran, Darlin always felt a little better when they got back to the apartment.
And they’d started seeing Asher’s friend, Cam. It was awkward as hell but eventually it got better. Sometimes Cam just tried to help them relax, and other times he wanted to talk about shit. Darlin tried not to be a dick. He really was trying to help and they really did need it.
Cam smiled that soft, understanding smile like maybe he could hear their thoughts. Could he?
“Can you?”
“Can I what?” he asked, smile growing.
They still weren’t sure.
They sat facing each other in his office. It didn’t look like an office, not really. It looked more like a posh sitting room. And it wasn’t located inside any department building. They never saw anyone in the halls or outside that they knew—no one to take notice of a Shaw wolf visiting the local serenity daemon.
In one of their first sessions, Camelopardalis had explained forms of comfort and offered touch. He’d only meant something soft like hugging or hand holding, but Darlin had balked. They’d almost fallen out of their chair to put more space between themselves and this almost stranger. It wasn’t that they were scared. They weren’t fucking scared, even if Cam was a daemon. But he wasn’t a threat, he was a friend of a friend doing them a favor, so what could they do if he wanted to touch them? Bolt. That was about it. They could either sit there and take it or fucking leave.
He'd spread his fingers and lifted his hands, showing palms like peace. “It was only an offer,” he explained, voice still gentle. “I won’t.”
Darlin felt embarrassed, looking away the rest of that session. They used to be better at not giving away their every stupid feeling. But that had been when Quinn was still alive. They’d gotten really good at not flinching back then.
“Are you uncomfortable with physical contact from everyone? Or just people you’re not familiar with?”
Darlin might have suspected he’d taken offense if it weren’t for that still even tone and the calm that permeated the room, slowly lulling them. “I’m fine with people I trust…” Not just fine with, Darlin realized. Comforted by, just like Cam had said. It was a relief to be in contact with some people. With specific people.
“Who do you trust?”
Darlin had pressed their lips. They knew the answer instantly and it made them uncomfortable. “Pack,” they answered, rather than getting specific or acknowledging the levels of trust and comfort they had with different people.
Cam had dropped it and moved on then. He came back to it sometimes in the weeks since but Darlin never completely forgot it.
They thought about it when they were out running with David and they’d brush against each other, when Asher slung his arm over their shoulders, and when they fell asleep together on the couch. Comfort. It was comfort and that was why they’d shied away from it for so long—because some part of them wasn’t sure how to be comforted, wasn’t convinced they deserved to feel that.
Camelopardalis continued to insist that they did, and Darlin was starting to believe him.
The only problem was they were also starting to realize that their feelings for David and Asher weren’t a hundred percent platonic. Every time the thought came up, they crammed it back down. No. No. No. Absolutely not. David and Ash were their friends—their pack—and they were a couple.
Darlin was a lot of things, a lot of bad things, but they weren’t a homewrecker.
And they absolutely would never do anything to hurt Asher or David.
They got home first that day. David had messaged about working late and Asher replied with a series of emojis that made no sense. They had a group chat for just the three of them and Asher seemed to communicate mostly in emojis, gifs, and pictures of himself or things around him.
Darlin put their phone in their room and then went and took a shower.
They felt good. It had been so long since they felt good, that they couldn’t remember the last time. They went back to their room. Theirs. They’d had plenty of rooms, of course, but nothing that nice or just, that safe. Everything about the apartment felt safe and not because they’d barricaded the doors and windows, but just because it was a good place. It was Asher and David’s. Nothing bad happened there. It was full of routines and easy comfort.
Darlin put on clean clothes. The shirt was Asher’s. He said they could have it after it ended up in their laundry a few weeks ago. They had one of David’s old hoodies too. He said it had shrunk in the wash so it didn’t fit right anyway.
Darlin bit their lip, really realizing for the first time that they were alone in the house.
They slid their hand down the front of their body, into the waistband of their sweats and then deeper, into their briefs, cupping their sex. It was more curiosity than a mission at that point. When was the last time they felt like this? When was the last time they wanted let alone the last time they came? Definitely not the last time they fucked… Don’t think about him.
They worked their lip between their teeth, pushing their thoughts away from bad things, toward good things. Toward the way they felt in that room. “Fuck…” Darlin exhaled with a shiver, not just palming themself but actually touching, slowly driving themself into a small frenzy, until they were sinking down the wall, gasping tight in their chest.
-
Asher stopped a few steps down the hall on the way to the bathroom. The carpet must have padded his footfalls, or maybe he’d been moving quietly without realizing it. He froze when he heard them gasp softly, sucking air into their chest and holding it there before letting it out in a shuddered moan.
His mind felt like it was exploding. He didn’t move. He was obviously hearing things. Maybe having a psychotic break of some kind?
But when he didn’t move, just straining to hear in the otherwise empty apartment, he heard that telltale sound of friction and another breathy inhale.
His cock strained his jeans even when he still wasn’t ready to fully accept what he was hearing.
It wasn’t David.
He knew the sounds David made when he touched himself. He’d walked in on him a few times, even before they got together. David was a growler and he stroked fast when he had no one to entertain or tease.
This…This was slow. Like the person was teasing themself.
The person.
Darlin.
He knew it was Darlin.
There was no one else that it could be.
He wanted to take another step down the hallway, toward their door, but he couldn’t. It wasn’t right. But he also couldn’t quite convince himself to back out of the hall. And then what? Out of the apartment? No. He could just go to the front door and slam it this time, make sure they heard him coming in.
The breathy sounds got faster. He closed his eyes and shivered. He knew what they’d sound like now.
“Fuck,” they gasped, low and quiet, a whisper he would never have even heard if he weren’t listening to intently. “Asher…”
His eyelids flung open and he thought he’d been caught. He hadn’t meant to listen. He just…hadn’t left as quickly as he should have either.
But the door was still shut.
Oh.
Oh god.
He had to bite into his tongue to keep from groaning.
He backed up. He had to get out of the hallway before they finished, before he fucking came in his jeans, and got found. He stopped when his back was to the wall beside the front door. He couldn’t hear them anymore. But he couldn’t convince himself he hadn’t heard what he’d heard either. He smiled. Darlin thought about him. Fuck yes.
He grabbed the doorknob, opened it and then slammed the door shut. He still heard the way their voice had rattled with his name, so low and breathy, like it had escaped without them realizing it.
He went to the kitchen, thumping the fridge door too and then popping open a can of soda. Too obvious?
“Darlin? You home?” Asher called.
Their door creaked open and they mumbled something affirmative before ducking into the bathroom.
Asher waited. His phone chimed and he took a look at it. David had messaged. He was on his way home and asking if they had any food plans yet. Asher took a picture of his soda and sent it. He would have liked to send a picture of his semi-hard dick but it was a group chat and that was still inappropriate, even if it looked like there might be a flicker of hope in that department.
Darlin came out, wearing one of David’s hoodies and not quite meeting his gaze.
“What do you want to eat?” Asher asked, offering them some of his soda.
Darlin gravitated closer and took it.
He stared.
Darlin stared back. “What?”
Asher reached up slowly, touching their jaw and brushing his thumb against their bottom lip. It was split again. Scar tissue that had it busting in the same spot too easy. “What happened?”
They blinked at the blood on his thumb and then flicked his hand away, dabbing it with their sleeve. “I don’t know. I bit it.”
Asher blinked. Bit it? He imagined them touching themself, in David’s hoodie, with his name on their tongue, biting down on that lip to try to keep all their sounds inside. He groaned, trying to turn away before Darlin could notice.
“What the fuck was that?” Darlin took a step closer, catching his arm and turning him back to them.
Asher’s gaze flicked between their lip, a little swollen and saliva slick, and their eyes.
Darlin stared at him hard and then their eyes widened and then jumped back a step, hand flying to their mouth. “No!”
Asher blinked.
“You… Did you…” Darlin tried and tried again. “Were you home?”
He couldn’t outright lie to them.
Darlin grew deep red and turned to make a run for the front door.
“Woah!” Asher chased. It had been a long time since Darlin tried to bolt but they had a family rule about not letting them leave in a fit like that. There was just no knowing if they’d come back—if they would know they could come back. “Wait. Wait.” He put his hand to the door just as they grabbed the knob. “Wait, please. I didn’t mean to.”
Darlin whined, the sound surprising Asher. He’d expected growling and swearing. Instead, they thumped their forehead to the door, not turning around in that small space to face him. “This is so embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” Asher promised, the back of their head was so close to his mouth that he could smell their shampoo. It was their shampoo, the same stuff he and David used. He smirked. “You can listen to me jerk off if that will make it less embarrassing…”
Darlin spun around, back to the door and head up to stare at him in shock. “Are you really making fun of me right now?”
Asher stared at them. So close. “No.”
Darlin frowned at him like he was lying. “I don’t ever want to talk about it again. It didn’t fucking happen. Nothing happened. Just forget it.”
Asher shook his head slowly, marveling at them and their impossible request. “You said my name.”
Darlin jerked, head thumping the door. “I… I didn’t.”
He smiled. “What did I tell you about lying? I know you.”
Darlin stared, fingers twisting nervously in the front of their hoodie. “I’m sorry.”
That surprised Asher enough that his smile wavered. “Why?”
Darlin whined again, looking away. “I like it here, Ash… I don’t want to make things weird. I don’t—I would never do anything to hurt you or David, ever. Please… Oh shit, please don’t tell David.”
Asher stared. The surprise and weight of what they were saying almost made him step back. Almost. He had really hoped they’d picked up on any of the hundreds of clues he’d been dropping for months now. “Oh, babe… No. You’re not hurting anyone. You get to stay here as long as you want, no matter what. And I am absolutely telling David.”
Darlin actually pouted, shoving their hands against his chest. “Don’t! He’ll be mad! It’ll be weird!”
Asher laughed, taking the step back when they pushed. It wasn’t like they were going to run out into the night anymore. He rubbed the spot on his chest where their hands had made contact, not because of a hurt but because of an ache. “No, he definitely won’t be mad. And I tell him everything. You think I’d keep this a secret? Hell no. I get to tell him that it was my name you moaned.”
Darlin’s pout softened with confusion, still distressed. “What do you mean?”
Asher considered whether or not he should say anything. They’d agreed to go slow, glacial. Darlin had to make the choices. But Asher was pretty damn sure Darlin didn’t know they had choices. “We like you.” He had to say this right. “If you were interested in more than friends, we would be too.” He saw the way their expression went blank, like their brain was being rebooted. Yep, about right. “But if you don’t want that, if you want to be friends only, that’s a hundred percent okay. You need to really hear me when I tell you, nothing is going to get you kicked out. You’re pack and family and we love you, no matter what else we are or aren’t to each other. If you’re not ready for anything, or you want time, or you just don’t want anything more from us than what we have now, that’s okay.” He was pretty sure they did want more though, even before today.
They had told David once, probably on accident, that the only people they’d ever liked that hadn’t hurt them had been Asher and him.
Darlin was still blank staring.
Asher smiled. “What’s tripping you up?”
Darlin seemed to shake themself out of it with a glare. “Fuck you, you don’t like me!”
Asher laughed. “Uhuh… remember that time when I said we put you in our bed because we wanted you in our bed?”
Darlin gaped. “Fuck you, you didn’t say it like that!”
He grinned. “You gotta stop saying fuck you in this conversation, babe, it’s going to get confusing.”
And then they both heard David in the hallway.
Darlin’s eyes went wide and they jumped closer to Asher. “Don’t tell him!”
Asher laughed. “We went over this! I am absolutely telling him. But I won’t tell him in front of you, okay?”
“Not okay!”
“I wonder if you’re always this animated after an orgasm or if it’s just all the nerves that’s got you—”
“Fuck you, Ash!”
Keys jammed into the lock. Asher grinned. Darlin took another step closer to him, right up in his space. He loved it. He’d been worried that when they had any conversation about this, about them, it would push them away, make things awkward, or worst of all—make them skittish. It would have felt awful, and he knew David wouldn’t be able to take that.
But Darlin nudged him in the chest again, trying to glare him into submission. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Asher beamed. Threats? “Or what?”
Darlin sucked a breath, seeming to realize that they were standing close—really close.
The door opened and Darlin jerked back a step, putting space between them just as David walked into the apartment. He immediately eyed the both of them, keys flicking around his finger. The door swung shut behind him but he paused there, not yet taking off his jacket or his shoes. “What did you two do?”
Asher continued to smile.
Darlin blushed.
David narrowed his gaze on Darlin. “What happened to your lip?”
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