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An Angel Needs Their Rings

[David x Angel]

[Fluff - 2224 words]

[May this serve as my official apology for the last fic... I'm sorry for hurting your hearts - There is no twist on this one and it's proper fluff the whole time, I promise <3]

David turned the car off and tapped the steering wheel with his thumb. He took a deep breath and sighed. Shoving one hand in his pocket, he pulled out the little red box. He held it in front of his face and ran his thumb over the gold letters engraved on the top. He could feel his heart beating hard and fast as he traced the outline of his lover’s initials. He popped the box open and marveled at the ring inside.

“I hope they like it,” he mumbled to himself. He tilted it in his hand to watch as the light reflected off the gems embedded in the thick gold band. It really was a beautiful piece of jewelry - worth every penny. He closed the box again and held it firmly in his palm. “Now comes the hard part.” He put the box back into his jeans pocket and finally decided to leave the driveway. He hoisted himself out of the car, checked to make sure the ring wasn’t too obvious, and headed inside.

As soon as the door was open, he could hear Angel singing along to their favorite song. They belted every note, almost screaming the words. David snuck in, quietly kicking his shoes off and closing the door behind him. He wandered toward the sound and leaned against the wall at the perimeter of the room. He watched as they danced around the room with their makeshift hairbrush microphone. Their eyes were closed tight as they ran and jumped like they were giving the performance of a lifetime.

Their shirt, obviously stolen from David’s side of the closet, almost completely covered the sleep shorts under it. They gripped the front of the oversized T-shirt and tugged at it during the dramatic moments, revealing small slivers of their stomach in the process. The fabric swayed with them as they danced across their carpeted stage.

He smiled fondly and relished in the feeling of his core’s steady hum in his chest. A deep feeling of contentment seeped through his whole body, filling him with a soft warmth. The nervousness he left in the car felt like a distant memory. This felt good, felt right. More than that, it solidified the fact he was going to marry his Angel.

The song ended and they finally opened their eyes to look at their surroundings. Angel breathed hard as they struggled to catch their breath and pushed their hair away from their face. They turned to move toward the kitchen and met David’s eyes. They froze in their tracks and stared like a deer in the headlights.

“When did you get home?” Their voice was quiet and edged with concern.

“Not too long ago. A few minutes, maybe.” David didn’t even try to hide his grin. “Why? Was there something I wasn’t supposed to see?”

Angel glanced from the brush in their hand to their mate still leaning against the wall. The thought of throwing it crossed their mind, just to prove a point - but they didn’t. Instead, they sauntered up to him and motioned for him to lean closer. They got in close, placed one hand on the side of his face, and whispered, “You tell a soul and I will end you.” They lowered their voice to a cartoonishly raspy level and glared at him.

David snorted, against his better judgment, earning a light smack to the shoulder. He struggled to make his face more serious but failed tremendously. He laughed from his stomach and pushed his back against the wall for support. Angel crossed their arms with a huff and tried to fight back the smile tugging at their lips.

“I love you, you know that?” David muttered once he caught his breath.

“But are you intimidated? Scared, even?” Angel asked, wielding the hairbrush like a weapon. David leaned in and kissed the top of their head.

“Oh, I’m terrified, baby.” He tilted their chin up and kissed them properly. “Downright petrified. I’m shaking in my boots as we speak.” He kissed them again, slower this time. He pulled away and looked at them for a long moment, absolutely lovestruck. “I’m gonna go get changed, and then we can start on dinner, alright?”

They shared one last kiss before David made the trek to the bedroom. For the sake of being careful, he closed the door behind him before pulling the ring box from his pocket. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he searched the room for somewhere his beloved wouldn’t find it. There were surprisingly few good places, seeing as they shared just about everything. After a moment of consideration, he carefully placed the box in the back of his underwear drawer under a couple pairs of boxers for extra safety.

They were going to get married. Well, engaged first. But eventually, they would be married. David Shaw, alpha of the Shaw pack, was going to be a husband. Husband. The term made his head buzz. It didn’t give him quite the same rush as “mate” but it was close, and it was new. Lost in thought, he forgot he was supposed to be getting undressed.

The realization that Angel would get suspicious if he took too much longer dawned on him. He quickly lost his work clothes and threw them in the hamper. He replaced them with a comfortable black tank top and a pair of soft sweatpants. He found Angel cuddled up on the couch with a blanket and their switch. He leaned over the back of the couch and wrapped his arms around their shoulders.

“You took forever,” they whined.

“I know. I’m sorry, Angel, I had to find my sweatpants.” He leaned closer to their ear with a smirk. “You know, the ones you really like.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss to their jaw. The feeling sent a shiver up their spine. David chuckled and rested his chin on the top of their head. “I’m gonna get started on dinner,” he hummed. “Come sit with me?” It was equal parts question, offer, and request.

Angel took a slow, deep breath as if they actually considered missing the chance to spend time with their lover. They clicked their tongue before turning off their switch and unwrapping the blanket from around them. They looked up at him and smiled.

“Carry me?” They got up on their knees and turned around to face him. David put his arms out to catch them, a silent affirmative. They climbed up the back of the couch and onto him. They wrapped their arms around his neck and their legs around his waist like a koala grasping onto his front. He held their thighs in place to keep them from falling, though they’ve proven time and time again their own strength was enough to keep them on despite David’s best efforts.

Once they arrived in the kitchen, David set Angel down on the counter so they could sit with him while he cooked. Pulling a saucepan and a tall pot from the cabinet, he began his work on dinner. He hadn’t planned on anything special today, just classic spaghetti for two.

“Should I make meatballs too? Or just plain spaghetti?” David asked as he turned on the stove. Angel hummed for a second as they decided meatballs take too long.

“Besides, the only meatballs I want are already in your pants,” they teased, waggling their eyebrows. David groaned and rolled his eyes but felt the familiar way his core lit up. They may be a menace, but they were his menace.

“I can’t believe you,” he scoffed. He put the water on to boil and started prepping the sauce. “Tell me about your day, perv.” They moved their hands around wildly as they talked. They explained the new project they’re working on, the disaster that was the new burger place on the corner, and the infuriating interaction with that guy from accounting. They wandered off on several tangents throughout the riveting tale, but eventually got all the important information out. They ended the story with their jam sesh that was so rudely interrupted by their mate coming home.

“What about you, Davey? Did you do any cool alpha stuff today?” David told them about his security gig. It was easy, honestly kind of boring, but he walked through the day’s events anyway. The jewelry shop was conspicuously absent from his retelling. His story ended with the same recollection of singing and dancing.

“...and now I’m making dinner for my gorgeous mate.” He leaned over from his spot at the stove and kissed them. They sighed at him and tilted their head as they watched him put the finishing touches on the meal. They looked him up and down and savored the way his clothes clung to his body. David split the pasta into two bowls and spooned a generous portion of sauce on top.

“Wanna grate some parmesan on top?” Angel nodded and held their hands open for the little block of cheese and the grater to go with it. They carefully sprinkled the cheese on top as David held the bowls steady. Once they were done, they set the grater down and hopped off the counter, taking the bowl with them.

The two of them sat across from each other at the table and ate in comfortable silence. He stole an occasional glance as they slurped the noodles from the bowl. It was a messy strategy, but it worked… mostly. The downside was the sauce that splattered across the lower half of their face. After numerous attempts at guiding their napkin verbally, David reached across the table and wiped the sauce off their face.

Once they were done, David took the bowls to the kitchen and put them in the sink. Angel found their way back to the couch and wrapped themself in the blanket again. David sat next to them and craned his neck to look at the screen of their switch. They tilted their head to look at him and smiled.

“Wanna watch?” He nodded and readjusted to give them room to sit with him. Angel moved between his legs and laid their back against his chest. He put the blanket around his shoulders and pulled it around to cover their lower half. He wrapped his arms around their waist and rested his head on their shoulder so he could watch them game. His hands slipped under the bottom of their shirt. Not to lead to anything else, just to feel their skin against his.

He listened as they rambled about the villagers in their new game and the different animals they had on their island. They explained their debt to Tom Nook and sang Isabelle’s praises as they walked David through everyone’s roles in the story. He loved hearing them talk about these things, even if he didn’t really care about the game itself. He loved feeling their voice vibrate through his chest. The feeling of his mate pressed against him made his heart sing.

After who knows how long of running around their island and decorating and carrying on, Angel yawned. David hummed and squeezed their waist.

“I think we should head to bed, Angel,” he said softly. He pulled his hands out from their shirt and tapped their thigh. “Come on. You gotta get up, baby.” They grumbled, but eventually got themself up and turned off the game. David folded the blanket and draped it over the couch before following them to the bedroom.

David laid down first and moved the covers to let Angel in with him. They climbed on top of him and slipped their hands under the hem of his shirt. In and of itself, that was not unusual. But then they slid further down his body and lifted the bottom of the shirt like they were going to climb inside it.

“What on earth are you doing?” David asked, grinning curiously down at his lover. They paused for a second and looked up at him.

“I wanna be close to you,” They said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Laying on my chest isn’t close enough?” They shook their head dramatically and shoved themself under his shirt. They wormed their arms up his sides and behind his shoulders. After a bit of struggle and a little assistance from David, Angel’s head popped through the top of the shirt and they settled against his chest. They hummed contentedly as their face nestled against his neck. He pulled the covers back up and over the two of them and tucked it around their legs at his hips.

“You’re ridiculous,” he laughed. He pulled one arm up and gently ran his hands through their hair. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Angel.” They wiggled slightly, trying to somehow become even closer to the rumbling of his voice through his chest. David’s other hand rested on their back and rubbed gentle circles into their skin.

“Goodnight Davey. I love you.” Their voice was already heavy with sleep.

“I love you too, Angel. Sleep well.” He continued playing with their hair and rubbing their back until they both slipped into blissful unconsciousness. He was confident his slumber would be filled with dreams of love, adoration, and a fairytale wedding.

#I did not mean to upset the people with the last one #I offer extra Davey fluff as an apology #please forgive me for my sins and my dreams #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted angel #david shaw #redacted fanfic #shea writes

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Assigning My Interests to Redacted Characters

[Half headcanons, half getting to talk about things I like, win-win]

✩ Classic Russian Literature - Lasko, Porter, William

My personal favorite is Crime and Punishment, but War and Peace is also pretty high on the list

✩ FNAF - David, Milo

FNAF 4 for the win baybee

✩ Skyrim - Asher, Ollie

I'm obsessed with leveling up stealth and then using the biggest warhammers I can find

✩ The Ecology of Trees - Huxley

Especially the connections between different species of trees and their respective aphids and fungi that live on them as they decompose

✩ Baking - Geordi, Milo, Caelum, Gavin

I bake when I'm stressed, but cannot cook to save my life

✩ Clarinet - Lasko [I stole this joke from somebody], Camelopardalis

I've been playing for almost 9 years

✩ Poetry - Elliott, Vincent, Kody

I am an enjoyer of angsty poems, I admit it

✩ Art - Caelum, Avior, Morgan

I've been doing digital art for about 8 years and I was the "art kid" long before that

✩ Fanfiction - Guy, Geordi

I've been reading and writing fanfic for various fandoms since I was in middle school

✩ Calculus - Damien, Anton

I'm a math major :]

✩Dad Rock - David, Sam, Aaron, James

I've seen The Offspring, Sum 41, and Three Days Grace live and I've got tickets for Creed this summer

✩ Live Theater - Guy

I have acted in, watched, and run lights for more productions than I can count - I also got to design the set for my theater's production of Willy Wonka

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sheawritesstuff · 1 month

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I think David is more of a classic red and black flannel kind of guy. Sam, on the other hand, has a variety of colors - his favorite one is blue and gray tho

I also think David usually keeps the flannel open except for a few snaps in the middle while Sam keeps it completely buttoned except for maybe the top couple

They may both be flannel wearers, but they are different genres, if that makes sense David wears lumberjack flannel, Sam wears farmer/cowboy flannel

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted david #redacted sam #shea speaks

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Meeting the Alpha

[Gabriel Shaw and David x Angel]

[Meet the parents Fluff - 1391 words]

[Little bit of a twist ending ;p enjoy]

“Alright, Angel. How are you feeling? You ready?” David asked, putting the car in park. Angel fidgeted nervously in their seat and stared out the window. Their attention darted rapidly between the big, rustic house in front of them and their own shaking hands.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Their voice was uncharacteristically quiet and almost shaky. “What if I fuck it up? Davey I- “ David cut them off with a gentle grip of their hand. They finally turned to look at him, mouth tugged down in a frown. He held their hand firmly and took a dramatically slow, deep breath. They followed suit, filling their lungs with air and breathing out their worry.

“He’s going to love you, Angel. I promise,” David said, soft and genuine. “It’s going to be ok, it’s just my dad.” Angel nodded, still breathing deeply. They squeezed their boyfriend’s hand and forced a smile.

“I think I’m ready now.” They said it more to themself than to him. David kissed them once before the two of them hefted themselves up and out of the car. The wolf came to their side and looped their arms together, keeping them nice and close. They walked together to the front door, waited a moment for a few more deep breaths, and David knocked firmly on the thick wooden door.

A moment later the door opened, revealing the man of the hour. If Angel thought David was big, Gabe was gigantic. He was at least three inches taller and almost as wide as his son, but not quite as muscular. Angel stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“Well hey! You must be the little Angel I’ve heard so much about,” Gabe declared. He spread his arms, a bright smile plastered across his face, then paused. “Wait, can I- do… do you do hugs?” He pulled his arms back toward his body awkwardly as he questioned the forwardness of his action.

Angel giggled at him and opened their arms too. They nestled against his chest in a firm, familiar hug. They both sighed, relaxing in their shared embrace as the mutual nervousness faded. They pulled away and found David standing off to the side, arms folded across his chest.

“Aw, Davey, are you feeling left out? C’mere baby,” Angel teased, approaching him arms first. David groaned, but hugged them back, running his hand over their back. Gabe took the opportunity to ruffle David’s hair, wasting the agonizing half-hour he put into perfecting it. The beta scrunched his eyebrows together and huffed at his father.

“I did not come here to be ambushed,” he complained, pushing his mate away from him. He turned back toward the door, quickly trying to tidy up his hair. “Are you gonna let us in or not, old man?” David’s grin gave away the fact his dismay was all for show. Gabe rolled his eyes, still smiling wide. He motioned toward the door with both arms and bowed slightly.

“After you, Davey,” Gabe remarked, stepping inside behind them and closing the door. David mirrored his elder and rolled his eyes. The trio entered the front room of the house together. Angel openly gawked at the gorgeous childhood home of their lover.

“Dinner is on the table if you two are ready.”

The dining table was huge, stretching about as far as one end of Angel’s apartment to the other. It was bare, though, save for three neatly arranged placemats on one end with a variety of dishes scattered around them. David led his mate to their seat and pulled the chair out for them. He sat across from them, leaving the head of the table empty for the alpha.

“Wow.” Angel stared at the feast in front of them. “It looks amazing, Gabe.”

“It’s crazy, huh. Some people cook and eat actual food,” David joked as he scooped a spoonful of potatoes onto his plate. Gabe half-heartedly swatted at the back of his son’s head.

“Be nice. You weren’t always the healthiest eater either, y’know.” The older wolf turned to Angel with a smile. “You would not believe how hard it was to convince this boy to eat his vegetables. When he was still a tiny little thing he-” David covered his face with his hands and groaned. The tips of his ears were bright red as he listened to the retelling of his childhood stubbornness.

“-and he wouldn’t even look at anything green unless I bribed him with some sort of treat until he was damn near 15,” Gabe laughed and glanced toward the man sitting next to him. David still had his head bowed down in embarrassment, but he had uncovered in face in the interest of actually eating his dinner. “Your mama would be so proud of you,” Gabe said softly.

David perked his head up and stared at his father, surprise clear on his face. Gabe smiled at him and patted his shoulder with a nod. He turned back to Angel with the same kind grin. “She would love you too, Angel. You’re sweet like she was. I think you two would’ve gotten along well.” His voice was quiet and filled with a fond nostalgia. “You picked well, David.

David stopped eating for a moment, just pushing the food around on his plate as he searched for the right words. He looked across the table and met his partner’s eyes for a moment. He smiled back at them and sighed.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I.”

The rest of the evening was filled with good food, laughter, and a plethora of embarrassing childhood stories. As the couple finished their food, Gabe stood to take their plates to the kitchen. Angel peered across the table with a smile painted on their face.

“I think he likes me,” they sighed. David laughed and pushed himself up from the table. He came around to the other side and draped himself over the top of their chair. A kiss to the top of the head accompanied a soft squeeze to their shoulders.

“He loves you, Angel. Just like I said he would.” He tilted their head up and kissed their forehead. “But I’m afraid if we don’t leave soon he’ll end up liking you more than me. And we can’t have that, can we?” They giggled and shook their head. He pulled their chair out to give them room to stand as Gabe reentered the dining room.

“You two heading out?” David nodded and replaced the chair.

“It was really great getting to meet you, Gabe,” Angel piped up. Gabe smiled down at them. His smile had been almost permanently painted on his face since they arrived, but it never seemed any less genuine.

“It was lovely meeting you too, Angel. Don’t be a stranger, ok?” He leaned down to hug them again and they happily returned it. He patted them on the back as he pulled away. David hugged him too, but it lingered a little longer as he reveled in the moment.

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, David. Drive safe, alright?” David nodded as he turned to open the door.

“Always.”

Gabe stood on the porch as he watched them get back into their car. Angel let out a long, low sigh as they sat down. David turned the key with a hum and turned to face his mate. They smiled at him before waving out the window as they pulled out of the driveway. They leaned across the seat to plant a quick kiss to David’s cheek-

The feeling of gentle kisses scattered across David’s face pulled him back to reality. His eyes opened just enough to peer up at his mate on top of him, waking him up “the romantic way”. He smiled softly as the warmth of sleep ebbed away. Angel kissed the tip of his nose and pulled away just enough to make proper eye contact.

“Good morning, Davey,” they said, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Did you have a good dream?” David tucked their hair behind their ear and smiled as his core thrummed solid in his chest. He stared up at them, admiring the beauty before him for a long, silent moment.

“Yes, I did.” He pressed a soft kiss to their lips. “I had a very good dream, Angel.”

#I only feel a little evil #cause it's still sweet and cute #just not quite as much as it could've been y'know #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted gabe #david shaw #gabe shaw #gabriel shaw #redacted fanfic #shea writes

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sheawritesstuff · 1 month

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I know people complain about the jealousy audio a lot when they talk about early-relationship David, but the thing that almost made me stop listening to him was the first half of the shifting audio. He is so fucking mean for no reason and it really throws me off when I go back and listen to it after all his development.

#he's such an asshole in that one yknow #and it just comes out of nowhere #can you tell I'm rewatching his playlist?#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted david shaw #shea speaks

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Redacted Fic Ideas

[These are ideas I've had but writer's block has prevented me from actually writing, so I'm releasing them into the world so maybe someone else can write them :] ]

✩ Honey taking Guy to a concert they like - probably punk or metal and getting to teach him how to mosh

✩ Movie night with Freelancer, Gavin, and Caelum

✩ Darlin wrestling with Asher and Milo while they’re all shifted

✩ Ollie introducing Coworker / Mentor to his friend group - or telling said friend group that they’re a couple

✩ The pack setting up a surprise birthday party for David because he would never agree to have one of his own volition

✩ Angel and Babe trying to teach Asher how to cook because maybe David just tried teaching him the wrong way

✩ Elliott and Sunshine reunion - very sappy, very angsty

✩ Darlin explaining how important the term “mate” is to them and what kind of weight it holds in their relationship

✩ Camelopardalis checking in on Baby, just to make sure they’re still doing alright

✩ Asher tricking Milo and Darlin into watching a horror movie

✩ Hush trying to do research on humans and finding outdated, questionable material which leads him to ask Doc weirdly specific clarifying questions on things they’ve never even considered before

✩ Sam explaining to Fred and his progeny that he’s leaving the Solaire clan and offering to take them with him to be their new support system

✩ Morgan and the seer playing a game of Never Have I Ever / 20 Questions to get to know each other better

✩ Aaron making dinner for Elliott, Sunshine, and Smartass and getting to catch up with all the non-cult stuff that they missed out on

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sheawritesstuff · 1 month

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I need help, Darlin....please.

#this took so long #but the hands still look like shit.. so please ignore them thanks #also this video hurt my soul #so I drew it to make it hurt more #it's even worse that my sam design in based on my irl partner #I don't know why I do these things to myself #anyway its midnight and I should go to bed #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted sam #redacted sam collins #redacted darlin #redacted fanart #shea draws

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sheawritesstuff · 1 month

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Things About my Partner That Are David Shaw - Coded

✩ Is large™ - about 6’5”

✩ Jokes about how much bigger their hands are than mine

✩ Only lets me be sappy when they’re half-asleep

✩ Has had to bully me into eating food other than ramen

✩ Does not like gifts - insists that they do not need anything and gets flustered when I get them things anyway

✩ Acts all tough and intimidating but actually really likes being pampered and taken care of

✩ Lectured me about trying to walk 5 miles home in a place without sidewalks because they would have picked me up even though it was the middle of the night - still jokes about it like 4 years later

✩ Low-key in love with their childhood best friend - our entire friend group calls them boyfriends

✩ Gave me their hoodie about a year ago but is still adamant it’s theirs anytime I wear it

✩ Incredibly cuddly and touch-starved but will never admit it to anyone else

✩ Lets me ramble about things I like even if they have no interest in it

✩ Enjoys chin scratches

#The main difference is their cooking ability #most things they try to pass off as food should be against the geneva convention #they throw the most random shit together and call it a meal #still love them tho #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted david #david shaw #shea writes

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Too Much

[Huxley x Unnamed Partner]

[Angst - Hurt / No Comfort - 1143 words]

[Contains descriptions of a generally not-great relationship and feelings of inadequacy caused by said relationship - There's a little bit of a sweet twist ending, but only kinda so don't get your hopes up too high]

“I have never thought you were too much. Why would you think that, Hux?” The question was simple, but the answer was anything but. Huxley took a deep breath and prepared to explain the backstory of his deepest-rooted insecurity.

“Why are you giving me this?” They turned the small gift in their hands, looking it over with a harsh stare. Huxley shifted uncomfortably as he searched for the words to explain that he just wanted to.

“I dunno… I saw it and thought you’d like it, so I got it for you.” He smiled nervously, tugging at the hem of his shirt. They looked back and forth from the trinket to his awkward stance.

“Well, I don’t. This,” they held it up to his face. “This is trash, Huxley. I don’t like trash.” They threw the frog on the ground, shattering it into tiny green shards. Huxley stared down at the debris, his jaw dropping open slightly. He looked back up to see his partner glaring at him. “Now clean up your mess,” they hissed.

He almost cried right then and there, but he held it in. He didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire that was their temper. So he swept up the broken glass and threw it away without another word. They sat on his couch and watched him through the entire process, never once offering to help. Oh, and they made him apologize for wasting their time and his money.

He tried making up for it, tried telling them he loved them. The only response he earned was a mumbled, “Mhmm, you too.” But that was close enough, right?

And there was the time he took them to see his favorite movie. They were on their phone almost the whole time, but he tried his hardest not to notice. They watched maybe fifteen total minutes of the whole film. But as they were leaving, he casually asked what they thought of it.

“It was fine, I guess. Don’t know why you like it so much.” They stared off into space as they talked to him, clearly ignoring his attempts at appeasement. Huxley smiled, stepping closer as they walked out of the theater so they could hear him better. He rambled about what he liked about it, the different plot points he found interesting, the character design, the development, the-

“You talk a lot,” they said, cutting him off. “I think you should work on that.” They turned to look at him for the first time since he’d picked them up that afternoon. He froze, letting them walk ahead of him. He stared for a long moment, feeling a dull ache in his chest as he watched the person who was supposed to love him show him nothing but complete disregard.

The only time they ever actually seemed interested in him was in the bedroom. Their hands roamed over his skin - grabbing, touching, exploring.

“God, I love your body,” they’d whisper. “I love how strong you are. The way your muscles flex is so fuckin’ hot.” This was the only time they ever said things like that. They never loved him, or his personality, or his humor. They loved his body.

It felt good, though. The attention, their body against his, the kisses left along his sensitive skin. So he put up with it, hoping maybe they would change. Maybe they would be nicer if he did what they wanted. Just maybe…

After they were done, Huxley would try to be close to them, cuddle close to their warmth as they came down from the peak of pleasure. They shoved him off, scoffing as they scrambled to gather their discarded clothes.

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy. I don’t do that shit.”

He all but begged for just a few minutes of closeness, of actual intimacy. All he got was a hissed “I’ve gotta go” before they were popping their shoes on and practically running out the door.

So he was left alone in a puddle of his own shame. The ebbing warmth of passion mixed with the heat of embarrassment made him uncomfortably warm in his newfound solitude. So he cleaned himself up in silence, just like every other time.

A few days after one of these dalliances, they called and demanded to come over, saying they needed to talk about something. He let them in with a smile and was promptly denied a hug.

“I’m breaking up with you, Huxley,” they said coldly. “I’m done with you.”

He stood there in his doorway, taken aback by the bluntness of it all. Whatever questions he hoped to ask died in his throat. He stared at the floor for a long moment, trying to wrap his brain around all of it.

“Did…” his voice was quiet, just barely audible. “Did I do something wrong?” They stared at him with an expression somewhere between disbelief and disgust. They clicked their tongue and looked him up and down.

“Yes, Huxley. You did a lot of things wrong.” Their tone was sharp, barely concealing the anger bubbling beneath the surface. They glared at him, obviously waiting for him to start groveling, begging for forgiveness, something. But he didn’t.

“Oh, ok. Can you tell me what I did? So I can be better?” The earnest request was enough to set them off. They started pacing in circles, yelling in his general direction but never actually looking at him.

“God, I can’t do this anymore! You’re just so-” they waved their arms around wildly, searching for the words. “You’re too much, Huxley! You’re just too much for me to deal with, and I can’t do it anymore!” They screamed, still motioning with their hands. They paused a moment when they realized what they said. They took a deep breath and glared at him. “There, I said it. Are you happy now? You’ve got your explanation, so just leave me the fuck alone, alright?”

They stormed off, slamming his door behind them and leaving him alone for the last time.

So that was his story. The long-awaited explanation of why his walls were built so high. He stared down at his own hands, too nervous to meet Damien’s eyes.

“So, uh, yeah. That’s why, I guess,” Huxley mumbled. A gentle hand cupped his cheek, turning his attention back up to his lover’s face. A soft smile that actually reached his eyes was plastered across his face.

“I have never thought you were too much, Hux,” Damien’s words were quiet and genuine. “But if I ever, and I mean ever, make you feel like that, tell me. Ok?” Huxley nodded, leaning into his touch and letting his eyes drift closed. His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him into a hug. This felt good, felt safe.

“I love you, Huxley.”

“I love you too, Dames.”

#I'm only a little sorry #n definitely not projecting onto fictional characters...#I love Huxley and he didn't deserve this #but I did it anyway #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted huxley #redacted angst #redacted fanfic #redacted damien #shea writes

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