3, 6, 13, 26, 35, 46 in whichever order you please with whoever you want
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These were supposed to be snippets, but I'm not trustworthy enough to only make a snippet based on any prompt lmao.
3. Touch
Dallas hadn't realized it until years after knowing Tim Shepard, that he was teaching him how to interact with him. That every bloody fight and spitting argument and bruising fuck was telling Tim that Dallas communicated through violent touch.
Now as he watches Tim's steady hands as he guides Angela on how to repair her torn shirt, his gentle grip as he helps Curly through his breathing exercises, all the firm but not harsh control he has for everyone else, and he wishes he'd chosen wiser.
He wants Tim's skin to touch his without leaving bruises, something soft and slow and his. He wanted Tim to be as much his as he was Tim's, and he wanted Tim to want that too; but he couldn't have that. So instead he'll teach Tim a new way to interact with him.
Not too soft and not too slow, but something that was only for him.
6. Misunderstanding
I Just Keep Falling Cause you Won't let me hit the Ground.
13. Dancing
I Excuse Myself From Pouring Lies Straight out my Chest.
26. Pride
Dallas has too much pride, Tim thinks, as the other alpha's tongue laps across the bottom of the knot pressed against the back of his teeth. Light blue eyes with different sized pupils looking up at him, a trickle of dried blood staining his nose from their fight.
35. Needy
The buzz of alcohol dragging on Tim's exhaustion does nothing to stave off the late-night chill; the small unmarked stone of the grave is so cold it leaches into Tim's bones from where he's pressed against it. His elbows are draped over his knees, and he drags one hand through his messy hair, ignoring how close he gets to lighting the greasy locks with the cigarette hanging loose between his fingers.
There's a soft clang as he drops his nearly empty beer bottle down into the grass alongside the others. A surge of anger made him jump to his feet, spinning on his heel and kicking the stone with a sharp curse. "Fuck you, Winston!" The vitriol is poisonous and sharp as he stumbles, the alcohol hitting him all at once, and he's suddenly down on his knees, facing the grave now. "Fuck you." He hisses, his voice softer now.
He'd never felt so needy before, and it was all Dallas's fault.
46. Reversal
A sense of satisfaction curling low in his gut brings a smirk to Dallas's face, watching as red paints Tim's cheeks as he stumbles through a response to Dallas's dirty comment.
Tim blushes harder and snaps his mouth shut when he sees the smirk, his dark blue eyes staring at Dallas's lips for a few seconds too long before averting.
"Would you wanna go get something to eat sometime? Maybe?" Tim finally breaks the silence, looking away as he mumbles out the words like they weren't something the church would shun him for.
"As long as it ends up back at your place, or mine even, with your back against a bed and me between your legs." Dallas leans in, ducking his head to get in Tim's face so he can get a good view of the dark blush. "Though ya should be warned I ain't ever gonna love ya anywhere but the bed."
Tim nods, a small smile on his face that makes him look particularly cute, for a greaser. "Your place, then?" β
