I'm really proud of this fun little snippet I wrote tbh
David froze, his whole system shutting down like a bucket of ice water had been upended over his head. The controlled flex of his muscles became a strained tightness everywhere but his arms as his grip on his mate slackened.
Angel's hands flew to cover their mouth, eyes wide and glittering with about half as much embarassment as they were expressing physically.
David glared down, letting out a strained sigh through his nose as he pulled back.
"Nooo! Wait, baby I'm sorry it just slipped out." Angel whined.
"Cold. Shower," David replied tersely, throwing himself down on his back beside his mate.
Felt like posting a bit of a longer snippet of this wip:
Damien should not have taken that sip from his water bottle. Up his nose, in his lungs, and down his shirt as the plastic crushed in his hand.
Freelancer tried to pretend not to notice but the corner of their lip quirked upward. Damien wasn't sure if they were teasing him again or if the offer was genuine.
"Just as a friend, it doesn't have to mean anything," Freelancer clarified, hoping to ease the growing tension.
With four simple words, Freelancer had Damien's head spinning, blood and heat rushing outward from his core. Barely thirty minutes prior, they had been talking about how funny getting a rise out of him was.
@gremlin-writes-angst had some thoughts on Brother's Best Friend AU Asher x Darlin and I got bit by the bug again.
Just some snippets of a WIP that probably won't turn into more
Hope you enjoy~
"You deserve better."
"You're just jealous that I'm getting dicked down."
"As if." It made his stomach turn to hear them talk like that. Like all they were good for was their body and the pleasure it could give someone else.
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"BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU. GOD WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?"
"You-" half a breath that could have been a scoff or a laugh. "You don't mean that. You can't mean that. Not that way. Right? You- you mean like a brother, Ash, right?" They were laughing at him. He'd just spilled his guts in word vomit at their feet and their laughter was coming in short little gasps.
He didn't answer, gaze skirting over their head.
Their laughter died off and he forced himself to keep his gaze up as he felt their hands on him, snaking up and around his neck, pressing themself to him, he almost melted feeling their lips against his jaw, the corner of his mouth. He could have given in, could have claimed their lips with his own, held their face like it was made to fit into his hands alone. He almost parted his lips, feeling their teeth graze against them. But then they breathed words against his skin
"I love you too." And he couldn't do it. He's seen this from the outside too many times.
Asher carefully, gently unhooked their arms from around the back of his neck and placed his hands on the sides of their rib cage to push them away.
"Don't do this," he said, barely above a whisper. "You can't play me like you do with everyone else."
"Asher?" He shook his head and stepped back.
"I've gotta go."
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"You know the reason you hide it from David. You can't even admit it to yourself and I'm lowkey kind of sick of watching it."
Asher turned away, trying to leave so his heart would stop breaking watching the tears streaming down their face.
"What happened to 'Because you're David's best friend'? I need you for real and you're just abandoning me? Because you can't fuck me?" That hadn't come out right. Both of them knew it.
"That is not-"
Neither of them had seen David until his fist was in Asher's face. Nor had they ever seen this level of anger rolling off him.
"Fuck."
"Shit." Asher Talbot could take a punch, but his best friend was strong and he'd never been on the receiving end of a serious hit. He was sure his face looked like a bloody mess.
"David, it's not- I swear-" Asher's face hurt more every second as he tried to stutter through an explanation.
"Get the fuck out of my face. And don't come back."
"David, please let me-" but he wasn't bothering to listen.
"I trusted you." David didn't need to raise his voice to make them both flinch.
This is something I was hoping to have posted for Redactober Day 22 but just didn't work out. I'll finish it eventually
“Hey, Ma. You're on speaker, I'm drivin.” He took their hand again, sending butterflies fluttering through their chest as he snaked his fingers back between theirs.
“I’m so glad you picked up, hun. I can’t seem to get anyone else on the horn tonight. I was doin a little Spring Cleaning today and I found a box-a old pictures and polaroids from back in the early days. There’s a tonna all you kids. Can you come over and take a look and tell me if there’s any you wanna keep before I bring em to the pack meetin tomorra?” Sweetheart pressed their lips together, trying to hide an endeared smile. His mom’s accent was definitely thicker than his and she talked faster. It was only through hearing him talk so much they were able to understand her.
“Y- uh… Gimme a second, Ma.” They didn’t miss the almost immediate ‘yes’ or the way his eyes flicked over to them before returning to the road. He lowered his voice, “You good with that? We don’t have to. I can tell her I’ll swing by in the mornin instead.”
@aurorialwolf made a post about a kid with Sam's genetics and this hit me like lightning
Darlin's working security at a D.A.M.N. event. An aura brushes past that feels all too familiar. But they're outdoors, broad daylight. So they focus their senses in tighter, zeroing in on the familiarity. The figure is shifty, cautious, skinny, just a kid, with sandy colored hair. Almost too young to be at D.A.M.N. They murmur into their walkie that they need coverage while they step away and check something out.
The walkie clicks with a 10-4 response and they're off, keeping their own aura subdued and non-threatening as they weave through the crowd back to the familiar freelancer. They reached a hand out to stop the kid but never make contact.
"What d'you want? I ain't doin anything wrong." A familiar accent. And their eyes... Suspicious, angry.
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Sam kept next to nothing from his life as a human. Darlin had never asked why, never needed to. But when they were moving out of the house William had given him, there had been an old box. Dusty, unmarked, and untouched until Darlin had picked it up to load it on the truck.
They didn't ask about it until they were moved in at the new place. It was the last box left. They'd both been avoiding it consciously or not.
"Pictures, mostly. Keepsakes. Everythin that reminded me of my life... before," he'd admitted when they finally asked. They could feel his core pulse with conflicting emotion.
"Can I see?"
It had taken some convincing, but he did allow them to open the box. To dig into his past and open that part of himself back up. Most of the pictures were old, an entire tiny book binder with a floral cover of them he wasn't even in. He said his Grandma had given him before he'd escaped to Dahlia. There were a few in color, old Polaroids. One of that famous (or infamous) Viper tank top fitting 'as it was supposed to' on him at 17.
But there was one thing, in all the pictures of him, that stood out. That had his words echoing in their mind from a rooftop conversation.
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The words echo in their mind now as this kid stares them down. 'Brown. My eyes were brown.'
"Didn't say you were, Collins. Come with me, let's grab some food and talk."
"How do you know my name?"
Their response is a raised eyebrow and turning to walk off with a cock of their head, expecting curiosity to get the better of suspicion.
The walkie crackles, Christian asking when they'll be back.
"Taking lunch," is sure to cause some bitching when they finally get back but the freelancer's aura is brushing theirs again.
Redactober Day 12: Dealer's Choice (Amanda - Anger)
EXTRMELY ROUGH WIP that I might clean up at some point
Amanda/Christian, Inversion mentioned
Song inspo: Forever & Always, The Black Dog, good 4 u
Part of her thought she had no right to be so angry. They'd never actually talked about the future. Nothing past what their schedules were that week.
But they were sleeping in the same bed - with or without sex - every night. For months.
It started when she crashed at his place after a job on a long wet winter's day. Sharing a hot shower to warm up.
He would run his fingers through her hair and whisper that he could do this forever.
The night of the Inversion, she'd asked him to stay by her side. He'd said "Always."
She said "I love you." She thought he might have said it back if the next wave of shades hadn't hit. Maybe more like hoped he would.
She'd run out of magic. She couldn't shift and maybe it broke something in her.
--
They still sought each other every night in the aftershock. There wasn't much sex - used as distraction rather than pleasure - and even less sleeping. She felt strung out, still hurt and angry. Christian seemed more closed off than usual. Nothing seemed to make it better for either of them.
Milo's mate had reminded the pack at a meeting that DUMP and DAMN were still offering counseling services. She took them up on it, something had to give, it might as well have been her. She had tried to get Christian to come for his own walk in but he resisted, it caused their first real fight.
It took a couple of sessions before she was able to open up, to vent her anger and frustration.
When she realized through the counseling that being in Dahlia was part of the problem, she made plans. And it caused The Fight.
"I'm going to South Dakota, to stay near my dad."
"How long? A week?" His fingers stroking through her hair was starting to feel normal again.
"I don't know. Definitely longer. I already told David and got a place picked out."
His hand stopped. "You mean you're leaving the Pack?"
"Physically, yes."
He had a hundred questions, she could feel it. He spluttered trying to get at least one of them out.
Amanda sighed. "There's too much here. It's best for me to get away from the reminders in the city."
"Well take a short holiday, then. Go and come back."
"It's not going to work if I have a deadline."
"What's not? Who put this idea in your head that you have to leave?"
"The counciling I've been to, actually" she snapped, getting up from the bed.
Christian scoffed. "So you're leaving me because of some psychobabble bullshit?"
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her pants from the floor. "I'm not-" she huffed. "Maybe if you had seen a counselor when I suggested it the first time, you wouldn't see it that way."
"How else am I supposed to see it, Amanda?"
"I don't know, Christian, maybe if you had been listening to a single word I've been saying past 'going' and 'South Dakota' you'd understand." She stepped into her jeans and buttoned them as she spoke.
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"JESUS CHRIST, GET OUT!"
He looked like a kicked pup as she slammed the door in his face but she was far too furious to care.
