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canthavetoomuchchaos · 5 months

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I Misspoke I Swear

Sam Collins x Darlin'

Tw: slap (accidental), yelling, cursing, injuries

Summary: Sam comes home to Darlin on the couch, grumpy to the nines and covered in injuries. Sam tries to help and Darlin' comes off a bit harsher than they thought.

Darlin' is sitting on the couch, super gluing a large gash on their hip, they wince and hiss as the glue stings their wound. They hold it closed and breathe through the pain, once it's dried and closed they remove their hand, looking over it and pulling their tone shirt down. Their face is bruised and cut galore, their knuckles sliced and bleeding, their blood mixing with the blood of the freelancer they fought before. The sigh and sit back for a moment, resting their body before they go about healing the other wounds.

Darlin' opens their eyes and grabs the super glue again, this time going after the somewhat large cut next to their ribs, the freelancer had attacked them with some extremely sharp ice. They grimace and hiss again, their temper only rising as they try to heal themself. They're trying to heal themself before sam can get home from his clan meeting. They don't want him to fire himself out as soon as he gets home. The anxiety of the time limit and the pain of their injuries is making for a very pissed off shifter.

Sam arrives home a few minutes later, they have just pulled their shirt down and finished hiding all evidence of the first aid mission in the first place. Sam walks in and peers over at what looks to be a sleeping Darlin, they're laid out across the couch, breathing evenly and eyes closed. Though he can hear their heart racing and their face instead nearly as relaxed as it usually is whilst they sleep.

"...Darlin'? I know you're awake, why are you pretending to sleep?" Sam asks as he approaches the couch, now recognizing the smell of their blood and something else.

".....Darlin' are you hurt? Why do you smell like blood?" His alarm rises as he can see no injuries, though their shirt is slightly torn and- the forgot their knuckles and the bruising on their face.

Darlin' sits up, holding in a groan and tiny whimper at the pain in their side at the action.

"hey Sam, how was the meeting?" They try to change the subject, though they know that won't happen and the anxiety from before comes back full force.

"Darlin...what happened? I wasn't gone that long why are you covered in bruises and I can smell the super glue holding a cut together some where on you..."

They grimace and hesitates to answer trying to keep their mouth in check, anger is familiar, anger is easy. But Sam doesn't deserve it, he didn't do anything, he just wants to help...

Sam is now crouched in front of Darlin' on the floor, his hands hovering over their knees, never touching without permission.

"..can I see? You don't have to tell me what happened of you don't want to Darlin, but I just want to heal it, make it easier to go about the rest of the days."

They glare down at him. Their eyes not saying what their mind is screaming.

"I don't need help Sam. I'm fine, I don't know why you smell super glue, I'm just a little bruised up, I tried to do a few tricks in-between shifting for some added flare and I failed a few times, nothing more." Their chest contracts as they lie to his face. He knows they're lying, he doesn't deserve to be lied to. But god is it easier to lie than admit they got in a fight over something as stupid as defending their pride.

"Darlin', that's a lie and we both know it, will you please just let me see? I won't touch, I just want to see how bad it is." He's being gentle, as always, and it only fuels Darlin' s anxiety, this fueling the unneeded anger.

"No, Sam, I don't need healing, I don't need you to overexert yourself just because I can't fucking back away from a fight because I'm stubborn as shit! You shouldn't have to deal with someone who just fucking throws themself at danger like some invulnerable idiot!"

Their hands are swinging as they speak, going all around in the air next to them and in front of them, they close their eyes for moment as they continue,

"You've said it multiple times, I'm not a tank, despite the nickname my pack gave me. And I know that! I do, I really do, but I don't need you constantly babying me over something small as a few-" they stop as they accidentally smacked Sam in their frantic tangent. Their eyes widen at the large red mark forming on Sam's temple. They stopped breathing the moment it happened, their eyes wide and filling with tears as they cover their mouth with the same hand that accidentally hit him.

"Darlin, I'm okay. It was an accident, don't panic. I'm perfectly fine." He reassures them as he blinks, it may have been an accident, but that doesn't not change the fact that Darlin has a strong slap, even accidental.

They shake their head, quickly getting up as they back slowly away from Sam, their hands now at their sides, shaking. They bump into the counter and flinch as it reopens a small cut on their back that has scabbed over. But the never look away from Sam.

They continue to back up, finding themself at the entrance to the long hallway, turning their head quickly and looking at Sam, tear filled eyes locked on the ground.

"I'm so sorry." And they turn and run down the hall. Locking themself in a bathroom.

Sam follows after them quickly, hesitating to knock on the door, but doing so anyway, he knows it's locked, he heard them turn it. He could easily break through but he doesn't need to spook them anymore than they already are.

"Darlin..? Hey, are you alright in there? Can you come out?" He gets no response to any of his questions just the sound of breaking glass and a frustrated Darlin', he doesn't know what to do, but he can hear their cries, of pain or something else he's not sure. So he does the only other thing he can think of, and calls David.

"..hello?"

"ah, hey, Mr. Shaw, um, sorry to call out of the blue, but I need your help with somethin'" Sam says, flinching as he can hear Darlin' breaking what sounds to be the hand mirror they got a year ago.

"Is everything alright? What happened? Where's Tank?" Sam can hear the concern in David's voice, the jingling of keys and murmuring of goodbyes to his mate in the background.

"Darlin is currently...locked in a bathroom, by themself, they're hurt, from what I don't know yet, but I came home and they smelled of super glue and blood. They're covered in bruises David..."

David sucks in a breath and sam can hear it over the call, a loud crash in bathroom making Sam flinch towards the door again.

"Sam? What was that?" David is in his car, the drive to Sam's house is about 15 minutes, so he's not very pleased to not know what happening.

Sam's voice is quiet as he feels helpless in the situation.

"I don't know...I just know that while they were on their usual tangent about not needing my help and all that, they seemed much more on edge and were swinging their arms around with ever word. They accidentally hit me in the head and now we're here.."

David tenses up. Now he knows why they're locked in the bathroom, and what sounds to be them breaking things.

"Sam, I need you to just leave them in the bathroom til I get there, this isn't the first time this has happened. They're not mad at you or anything, but this has happened before, to me."

(I have no idea why that underlined... I can't fix it either, sorry!)

Sam, although reluctantly, walks to the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He can hear them crying and it's breaking his heart.

"David what is going on?"

David finally arrives on the dirt road leading up to Sam's house, the gravel crunching under his wheels.

"...that's not my place to say. All I can tell you, is that they may be hostile or frantic when I get there, just know it's nothing you or I did. They're having PTSD and likely have no idea what's going on."

Sam can hear as David gets out of his truck, and walks to the door, the call dropping as he walks up. The red mark on Sam's temple is fading slowly, but it's not going to bruise, he knows that.

"they're in the bathroom down the hall.." Sam says as he lets David into the house. David takes slow, loud steps, letting Darlin recognize the footfalls as his.

"Tank..? You in there?" He says carefully, he doesn't know how bad this is. He tries the knob and finds it locked, not surprising.

"go away David! I don't need you here!" Their voice is loud, shaky, but loud. They're in pain, both physically and mentally, almost every injury they sealed earlier is ripped open now.

"Tank...I need you to open the door okay? You're safe here, nobody's mad. It was an accident, just like before, remember? Sam is okay." He can hear the small, quiet whimpers they're letting out. Though he gets no response. He turns to Sam.

"do you have anything to pick the lock?" Sam nods and walks into the kitchen, grabbing a small lockpick that came with the house when he bought it, handing it to David.

"Tank...i need you to back away from the door okay? I'm gonna open it. " He hears movement, shattered glass and other broken objects in the floor shifting around. He picks the lock and slowly opens the door. He did not expect to fin Darlin' balled up on the floor, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled soaps. He doesn't enter the bathroom, just sitting on the floor outside of the doorframe. They watch each other.

"do you know where you are right now Tank?" His voice is quiet and their eyes are darting all around his face.

".....my bathroom...." he blinks, that can mean two things.

"who's house are you in right now Tank, do you know?" His eyes are surveying their body, seeing the bits of blood from the cuts.

"...my mother's...." David takes a deep breath at that and swallows, shaking his head.

"no Tank. You're at Sam's house. You know Sam. He's your mate...." He hesitates at the last word, looking to Sma for confirmation, getting a gentle nod to his silent question.

".....Sam's house?" Their voice is incredibly quiet.

David nods, noticing the recognition in their eyes as they look around the bathroom and the hall behind David.

"....I hit him...." their eyes widen as they cover their mouth.

"Oh my god, David I hit him-!" Their eyes fill with tears again as their breath speeds up. He waves Sam over, he sticks his head in the doorframe.

"Tank, look, look at Sam. He's okay. There's no mark, no bruise. He's perfectly fine. "

Their eyes glance up at Sam and they look around his face for any sign of their accidental assault. They calm slightly as they find nothing. Though they refuse to look away from him now.

David enters the bathroom, glass crunching under his boots. He gently scoops Darlin' into his arms and carries them back out to the kitchen.

They're wiping their face harshly, trying remove any remnants of their breakdown.

"hate crying, it's gross, and sticky, and just....eugh." they mutter. Not even realizing how they just said almost the exact thing David told his mate all that time ago.

"...I'm sorry..." They whisper. Sam sitting in front of them, gently healing the wound they have.

Sam shakes his head, his gentle eyes looking into their sad ones.

"you have no reason to be sorry Darlin. You did what you had to."

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TA DAAAA not exactly what I had imagined writing, and it's not the argument I had wanted, so that's still coming, but I like the way this came out I think! Hope you enjoyed and I'm sorry it's so long-

#x reader #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #Angst #David shaw #Sam Collins #Darlin #idk how to tag this

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bratty-telepath · 1 month

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Pack Bonding(18+, Minors DNI)

The main guys of the shaw pack and Darlin are all together for a night to spend time with each other. While talking, the conversation takes a turn and a more perverse topic takes root for discussion.

In all seriousness tho, this is me feeding myself because I want submissive Milo Greer and I will do what I must to have it. This is the begining of my long start to write all of these men as switches, subs and bottoms because I refused to be starved by Erik for the crime of being a switch (/j) have a snippet:

“You need help, big guy?” Darren snapped Milo back to reality as he stopped ogling the other shifter and realized his hands had sunk right under the fabric of his briefs and cupped the emerging hard-on beneath his touch. Heat ran right to his face immediately. He could feel the length of his shaft already beginning to stiffen as soft flesh turned to hardened curves straining under the little restraint that Milo’s palm and the coverage of cloth provided. “Eager much?” Milo attempted to continue the diminishing bravado with a half-hearted smirk. “I’m not the one about to pull out his dick.” Darren teased. “You’re an asshole, Lancer.” “What are you gonna do about that, short stack?” Any reservations that Milo had quickly disappeared “You shit-” Milo lunged at Darren from across the bed, gripping at slipper,wet skin as Darren tried to slide out Milo’s hold, only managing to get so far in this endeavor before Milo pinned their shoulders to the mattress as he straddled the taller wolf’s hips. “Gotcha” Milo smiled. “Kinky~” Darren, with no sign of defeat in his eyes, smiled and the nature of their positioning finally hit Milo with stark realization. “Shit-” Milo attempted to ease away but found himself held in place as two firm hands had found himself on his hips. Milo had worn a pair of briefs that day. He wasn’t a seer by any means but it seemed like the stars aligned for a perfect opportunity for his roommate whose hands slid down to his thighs, lacing fingers under the waistband of the underwear but taking pause.

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