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That was mean :<

The ending was beautiful (whole thing was) but I didn't wanna cry more tonight 😭😭 /lh/pos

Werewolves naturally live longer than humans - the magic enhances their body to be stronger and endure more.

Asher knew this.

He knew that he’d one day outlive Babe.

But nothing could prepare him for the day it actually happened.

Babe, his beautiful, stubborn Babe, insisted that they spend the last day of their life at home. They didn’t want to be surrounded by those cold, lifeless walls of the hospital anymore, saying it killed them more than time did. (Asher couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the joke)

They lay in his lap, like they always liked doing. Asher made sure they were comfortable before settling in against the cushions of the couch. He ran his hand through their hair, gently massaging their scalp. Babe closed their eyes at the feeling, and Asher hated how he felt his core flare in panic, the fear that he might never see their beautiful eyes again overwhelming him. Their satisfied hum and the slow rise and fall of their chest were the only things stopping him from breaking the moment to wake them up.

Babe whispered with the last ounce of their strength. Asher immediately leaned his ear down, not wanting to miss a single word they said.

“Can you…. cuddle with me? Like you always do. I love being in your arms.”

Asher almost cried there and then.

“Of course, Babe. You know my arms are always yours.” He winked, desperately trying not to let his emotions slip. He didn’t want their last memory of him being him crying. That wasn’t him.

Babe could tell he was trying to hide his tears. The hand they held against his cheek was enough to tell they understood. Asher held their hand, pressing a kiss to their palm, before gently shifting them both so that he spooned them, lying back onto the couch. They settled against him, a hand guiding his arms to wrap around their waist. Asher buried his face into the crook of their neck, breathing in their scent, eyes closing to focus on the rise and fall of their body as they breathed. He couldn’t help but let a few tears escape, falling onto their hair.

Babe wriggled and turned around in his arms, hearing him sniffle. They reached a shaking, delicate hand to his cheek and wiped his tears away with their thumb, and Asher leaned into their touch.

“I love you.” It was barely a whisper. For a moment, Asher saw the memory of them a few decades ago, when they’d cuddle on the couch just like they were doing now, and they’d have a tender, quiet moment to themselves. Babe would have their hand grabbing his shirt, like they did now, and Asher loved how they’d always want to be close to him, even when half asleep.

Asher felt his breath catch in his chest.

He leaned down, capturing their soft lips in a gentle, slow kiss. When they parted, he saw their face melt into a smile. “You always have that effect on me.” They used to always say. He felt his own face reflect theirs, and he leaned down once more, pressing his forehead against theirs and nuzzling their noses together.

They passed in their sleep that night, lying in Asher’s arms. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep, afraid of missing any moment with them.

At 3am he felt his stomach drop. His whole body went cold, and he felt a hole open in his heart. His mating bond was severed, with no beating heart to reach out to.

He broke down into a sob.

He’d never cried this much in his life.

Asher buried his face in their hair and hugged them tight, desperate for this all to be a nightmare he could wake up from.

The tears flowing couldn’t stop anymore, and he felt like he was dying himself with the way his mate’s body started losing its warmth.

He had them in his arms, yet they slipped away.

Babe’s hand still gripped his shirt.

The pack had never seen Asher so quiet.

He had bags under his eyes, puffy and red from crying. The beta that always has a smile on his face and lit up the room with his laugh was gone.

David was the first to know. He brought Asher into a hug, gripping him tight in a silent moment of comfort. He had lost Angel a few months before, so he knew how it felt.

No one ever saw that spark in Asher’s eyes again.

The night Asher felt his own life start to slip, he settled himself on the couch and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and hugged a pillow to his chest, imagining that it was his mate. His mind flashed back to moments where they’d cuddle while watching him play games, giggling when he whooped in victory. He felt his face melt into a smile at the memory, the melody of their laugh still vivid in his mind like his favourite song.

“I love you, Babe.” He breathed out in a long sigh.

Those were his last words.

It was like he fell into a peaceful sleep, settled in the soft pillows of their bed.

The sun shone through the slip of the curtains, kissing him awake with its warmth.

Except it wasn’t the sun.

Asher’s eyes shot open. He was met with the beaming smile of his mate, giggling at his shocked expression. They peppered more kisses onto his face like they always did.

His body felt light. His heart was full.

His core instinctively reached out and he sobbed to feel their heart reach back.

Babe smiled and gathered him into their arms, letting him cry into their chest.

“You’re home now.”

Asher’s hands gripped at their shirt.

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Ea spoiler

Dames has a pretty smile 😖

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"Guy"

A soft shove to his shoulder rouses Guy from what was a fairly peaceful sleep. A quiet groan of protest escaping his lips.

Honey biting on their lip to suppress a smile. Watching as he rolls onto his stomach, appreciating the view; as he would put it.

"Come on, you menace, you gotta get up"

"Mmmph...I don't wanna...it's Friday wnd neither of us have work today"

A heaving sigh escaping them as they try not to give in to the sleepy puppy eyes he's giving them. A familiar routine he seems to be playing up at the moment.

"I know it's Friday, baby." They murmur as they sit down beside the pillow he's wrapped around, hand resting on his thigh. "But you promised me a movie marathon today. If I'm remembering correctly, that is"

The smirk that was playing at their lips growing a little when they see the way his pupils dilate a little at the close contact.

A slow dramatic gasp starting his sentence as he opens his mouth. "Well I never! Honey how could you do this to me? You dare use, the Lord of the rings triple feature directors cut special extended addition movie marathon, against ME??" His own giggling breaking up the monolog at the end.

"Yes I do"

Is the only response Guy gets before they stand up and walk out of the room. He slowly gets up himself, checking the time with a small smile when he sees its almost 10:30 already. Wandering out to the kitchen to get caffeine of some kind, he's met with the scent of breakfast food, and cinnamon rolls.

"Ohhhh Honey, you spoil me. Sleeping in, a hot meal, my favorite movies." He makes his way over to them, draping himself over their back. "Thank you Honey...you didn't have to do all this"

Honey relaxed under his touch, a fond expression on their face as they pat his hand thats found home on their hip three times.

"I know I didn't, but you've had a hard week, on top of overtime, pretty much every day... you deserve a day to relax"

His lips curling into a smile against their neck and his finger tapping their hip three times in return.

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This version of Marshall Lee is Gavin to me

It doesn't help that Lasko very easily becomes Gary

(Screenshots from Fiona and cake I got off google)

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The way Damien says, "I hit it" when talking about the standards his mother set hurts so bad omfg

The panic of realizing you didn't meet, or rather did meet the expectations of someone who's supposed to love you, just to find out it didn't matter because they already made up their mind. Erik did very well portraying that feeling

I think Damien is one of the best examples of the "finding your own path despite the expectation of your family" character trope

I hope he has a relationship with Huxleys moms

I want them to become another support system for him that isn't just his friends

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I feel like Avior is the type of cuddle partner to put himself as close to you as possible and hide his face in your neck/back/shoulder

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I...I didn't listen...I thought about it

whatever you do don’t think about david’s first father’s day as a father himself. don’t think about him getting woken up by his kid and it hitting him that father’s day doesn’t have to be something he dreads anymore. don’t think about him feeling closer than ever to Gabe through the relationship he has with his own kids.

seriously don’t it’ll alter your state of being

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Samuel Collins but he's sitting on the porch soaking up the warmth left behind by the sun

A glass of whiskey in one hand and his Darlins jacket in the other while he watches them chase a rabbit through the forest

His eyes wandering across the yard in front of him, savoring the peace of an early evening spent with his mate

A laugh falling from his lips easily at the sight of them faceplanting into a pile of leaves

Darlin pretending to be annoyed at him and trying to bite their tail to get it to stop wagging every time he giggles a little more

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When the Vampire remembers he's not as invulnerable as he wishes he was 🩸🦇

Tw: harmful stimming(?), depictions of a mental break/dissociation, unintentional self harm, spiraling, implied neuro-divergent Porter, happy ending?

( anything with ** around it is something from a phone, italics are inner thoughts)

Putting a cut because it got deeper than I expected to go (sorry Porter fans)

One...two...three...

one...two...three...

The thoughts swirling around Porters mind an endless sea of anger and uncertainty. His emotional rope at its end. Another mission from William having left him exaughsted and his composure strained.

One...two..three steps around the room

One two three steps to calm the storm

A soft ragged breath escaping him as a step falters and he freezes. His hands that had been clenching and un-clenching at his side, had begun to scratch at his forearms. Only pausing when he feels something he hasn't in years. The

Drip

Drip

Drip

Of blood slipping from his arm to the floor. His pupils blowing up at the sight, a second stark reminder that he hasn't fed recently either. The scratching growing in intensity, nails crawling up to his throat where it feels like he's suffocating. His breathing erratic as he sinks down to the floor, his skin red and irritated as his vision blurs around everything but the red scoring his skin.

One....

One...two..

One...

Red...bleeding...stop it...stop it...stop it...

And he can't focus on the numbers anymore. The damn in his mind splintering and breaking at the tactile reminder of his vulnerability. His lack of control over whats happening in the moment. The feeling of helplessness as he tries to speed up the healing process, only to start scratching because the skin is still prickling.

Drip

Drip

Drip...

It's slowing down. He's not in the room anymore. His nails still picking at the scabs that form, and his body twitching with energy unsure of what to do when the threat is his own mind. His voice broken mutters and past conversations, wishes of what he could've said, what he would have done if he wasn't afraid...

But then there's a *ding*

And another *ding*

Followed by a

*buzz*

*buzz*

*buzz*

And he's lifting his head to find the source. The thing on the floor beside him vibrating insistently with a flurry of excited messages about a...a new plant? Suddenly he's wide awake, arms aching but starting to stitch back together. Shocked out of his stupor by the unexpected topic. A sob broken by laughter hiccupped out by the man now staring at a beautiful smile framed by a behemoth of a monstera plant. Shaking hands cradling the device as though it was a delicate flower carrying a sleeping bee. Rising to his feet as he stumbles to the kitchen, placing it on the counter before his hands and arms are doused in cold water, a soft hiss escaping his lips at the sting.

One...two...three...

Theyre...asking me over...

One...two...three...

I cant...

A harsh shake of his head ending a self depreciating train of thought as he replies he'll be at their door before long. Going through the motions of cleaning himself up. The after effects of such an episode taking its toll as he sucks down a few bloodbags. Pulling his hair back in a loose knot and washing his now healed skin.

One...two...three..

One two three

Shoes...phone...wallet...key..? In the wallet...

One...two...three...

He's going to see them. He's going to tell them he's had a bad night. He's going to ask them for help. He doesn't need to be alone, so he won't be.

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I hope that the feelings I was trying to get across make sense. It's very jarring sometimes, from personal experience, to get shocked out of a breakdown by a text or alert. Something small snapping you out of the spiral is all it takes. In this instance, he decided to capitalize off of that distraction and focus on it to prevent the spiral from starting again.

Also this song feels very Porter coded and I wanted to share

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Darlins wolf form looks like a Saint Bernard mixed with a Rottweiler in a way I can't explain

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My Darlins got dark red/brown hair with nearly all white roots because they're stressed tf out 90% of the time

what color is your darlin's hair and why is it white

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18+ below

Guy and Honey experimenting with Guy being in charge more often

Honey having their legs tied up so they can't squirm and their arms around Guys neck

Guy completely focused on taking them apart bit by bit. His teeth sinking into their shoulder out of nowhere, resulting in a whine he'd never heard from them before

Honey totally flustered turning their head to the side and Guy not letting them

"Cmon Honey...let me see those eyes while I do this"

And they fuck silly nasty style

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YOU BOTH HAVE THE COOLEST ART STYLY OMFGAGSUEHEGWEJEB

plonks this in your inbox before scurrying away like a creechur

DAMN VINN…. insanely fire bright eyes u got there… would be a shame if someone drew them

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LASKO MOORE AND MORGAN KYNE AS A COUPLE

Please

I don't think I've ever been more comfortable saying a ship would succeed as a couple

Because Morgan is basically how I imagine Dears personality

And Lasko would be a good pair for Morgan because even if Morgan couldn't see the future for them

You know Lasko made a checklist for every possibility. I think that would be really comforting for both of them

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Absolutely I agree

They take from eachothers clothing all the time

Lasko in a crop top

Gavin in a skirt

Huxley in a fishnet top

Damien in platforms and flowy pants

Dear in a jean jacket, tank top, and cargo pants

FL in a graphic T-shirt and shorts

D.A.M.N Crew pride event outifts^

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The way I cackled at the FL one 🤣😭

This is perfect

Lasko in a crop top

Gavin in a skirt

Huxley in a fishnet top

Damien in platforms and flowy pants

Dear in a jean jacket, tank top, and cargo pants

FL in a graphic T-shirt and shorts

D.A.M.N Crew pride event outifts^

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His and Dears lazy day outfits would be the most adorable things

They absolutely do buy him shirts all the time

I think at this point he definitely has section of his closet dedicated to the shirts gifted to him

Lasko in a crop top

Gavin in a skirt

Huxley in a fishnet top

Damien in platforms and flowy pants

Dear in a jean jacket, tank top, and cargo pants

FL in a graphic T-shirt and shorts

D.A.M.N Crew pride event outifts^