Me: Okay, Brain. Think About What Happens Next In This Chapter.

Me: Okay, Brain. Think about what happens next in this chapter.

Brain: *Skips three chapters ahead*

Me: No, no. This one, this chapter, the one we are writing right now.

Brain:.......*47 scenes forward*

Me: NO

I could talk about this fic fo a long time, there are so many moments I loved. i don't know if I should right it all out cause people could just read it and find there own favriot parts. oh what the hell

Asher and the pups, like at the begging and the rest, he such a sweetie watching over them ,but also throwing them in. ash loves being the "fun Uncle"

David seeing huxley and instanly becoming worried ( not that he has to be but he just wants darlin to be safe) AND then him realizing he also a big tough and to outsiders scary/intimdating, and fixing his thoughts about huxley size. THEN him saying hed always bet on darlin in a fight, its so cute

Nothing. Everything. I don’t  know. Part 2

2nd and final part of the Hux/Darlin fic!

Darlin isn’t sure if they’re dating Huxley or just roommates with benefits and does the unthinkable…they go to David for advice.

Poor Davey.

tags: past abuse, past bad relationships, protective davey, talking about Quinn, angst, hurt/comfort, relationship negotiation

Nothing. Everything. I don’t know. Part 2

David stood at the grill, just out of reach of the splashes from the pool. Asher let some of the kids try to gang up on him, using their collective force to push him right to the edge before he stopped stumbling and just started hoisting them up one after the other and tossing them into the water.

Angel had put a stack of towels on one of the lawn chairs when people first started showing up—knowing that someone always ended up going in that hadn’t planned to.

David was really happy with their home, for them and because it gave the pack someplace to gather outside the den. There was nothing wrong with the den, of course, but it was sometimes a formal setting and sometimes a business setting—not always the best place for relaxing and just being together. His dad had told him that, that it would be his job to be aware of how spaces affected the pack and make sure to give them the right ones to grow in.

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Asher gave David a lap dance during their bachelor party

Angel and baaabe were in on it and helped asher learn a full choreographed song

Angel kept suggesting stuff that they knew David liked while baabe just so happens to be good at lap dances

No one else knew, every one was shocked and loved it

Exept David ( he loved it but he pretends not to)

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A gift-fic for the wonderful @us3rnam3-r3dact3d! Baz requested a fic that featured angst, David/(masc!)Angel, and Quinn attacking then nonconsensually trancing Angel.

Read this oneshot on AO3! (This fic is rated M due to nonconsensual trancing. 18+ only, please!)

I hope you enjoy, my friend!

An abandoned amusement park, probably unsafe, I'll do something safer tonight

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"oh what's that? "vampire tends to your injuries"? ehhh maybe not"

I’d like to imagine, not for any good reason, that Adam is still alive. But not whole.

Very illogical ramble below:

I’d like to think his decapitated head is sitting far away from his limp body. Adam’s eyes have seen every crevasse of the basement room, he’s counted every brick on the wall, every strand of web spun the the spiders who inhabit the room. He’s watched his blood oxidise and turn into dust. He’s watched his body decay and be eaten by animals who’d stumble upon it.

But Adam’s head still rests there, still alive. Vampires don’t need their heart, what good is blood circulation to an already undead being. They don’t need air, what good are the lungs in his chest. Without his stomach he no longer feels his own hunger. But his mind does. All he knows is the taste of Lovely’s blood, all he craves, all he ever thinks about. One last touch, one last look, one last taste. One drop and he’d be satiated.

He’d wonder if they still said his name instead of Vincent’s, if their cries of ‘no’ still came out as ‘more’, wondered if their blood still tasted like heaven. Oh how he’d relish in the thought.

Adam’s decapitated head still sentient as he hears Bright Eyes and Fred getting attacked by Quinn, Adam hearing Sam turn them, Adam laughing at the irony of it all.

Adam’s decapitated head seeing the light as another vampire hears his laughter. Adam feeling touch as he’s moved from his home on the basement floor.

Adam’s living, seeing, knowing head sitting mounted on a wall as a piece of Quinn’s collection.

Adam wondering, but never asking, why there’s another podium next to him, a named place with no head. Adam reading the name ‘Samuel Collins’ over and over again, wondering who would be placed next to him after all his time alone.