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nanowatzophina · 1 year
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Here’s all the boys in one—
They look a bit different though…
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mokozroach · 20 days
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redacted headcanons
Damien has the straightest hair you could ever imagine and sometimes he curls it when he has time. it does alot. alot for Huxley
Anton and Love‘s house is very vintage style. old fashioned flowery wallpaper, fancy paintings and plant pots
Huxley has an insane fascination with dinosaurs (projecting) his favorite is the ankylosaurus because he thinks it looks like a pokémon (also projecting)
Lovely had a complete 180° change when they gained their electric powers. before they had dyed black hair, black painted nails, pretty gothic look. but after they let their natural hair grow back and completely changed their style
Gavin is covered in freckles varying in darkness but the lighter ones have a slight coral pinky orange tone to them
Doc has a tortoise and a ragdoll cat
Doc has dyed greenish blue hair
Hush went in a clothes shop once and was absolutely bewildered at the mannequins
Baabe has big round glasses on a chain
Huxley wanted to be an archaeologist when he was younger
this was a kinda jokey unserious headcanon from ages ago but i do like the idea of at least one of William‘s middle names being Antoinette
the whole time through the Summit, Sam was questioning if he wanted to remain in the Solaire Clan after that night
Asher the mini marshmallow addict x
Baabe plays terraria
David will deny it all he likes but part of him was lightheartedly jealous of Sam‘s chill and stable personality when they first met
Angel the type to cough once then google their symptoms and decide they will die in 2 days
Vincent is a skilled hairdresser. he learned to cut his own hair since (my headcanon->) vampire‘s hair grows really fast and it‘s more convenient.
he cut‘s Lovely‘s hair too :3 (and occasionally Sam‘s if he‘s in a good mood)
omg sorry this is so long
i might make a part 2
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starlitangels · 4 months
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Thanksgiving with the Greers
I hereby dedicate this fic to @frenchiefitzhere and her versions of Marie and Colm and their relationship because I like Frenchie's version better than canon. This takes place years ago, btw 2.0k words
Also. I frickin' started writing this like back in spring or summer. Idk what was up with my brain that it took me until last Saturday to actually finish it
Asher jolted as his phone started ringing. He scooped it up.
Incoming Call… Little Man Syndrome™
“Hey Milo,” Asher greeted, holding the phone up to his ear. “What’s up?”
“What’re ya doin’ for dinner tonight?” Milo asked.
“Leftover pizza and wings. Why?”
Over the connection, a long string of expletives met Asher’s ears. But not from Milo.
“Ma—Ma—don’t blow your top just yet,” Milo said placatingly, voice distant from the mic. Before getting closer. “Ash. You realize what today is right?”
“Uh… Thursday?”
“Which Thursday?” Milo prompted.
“Well, hell, Greer. I don’t know.”
He heard the impact of Milo smacking himself in the forehead. “Oh for the love of—” Milo was cut off by Marie swearing again. “Ma! I got this!”
“You’d better 'got this' young man or Asher is never gonna hear the end of it from me!” Marie snapped.
“Ash,” Milo said, level but clearly irritated. “Today is Thanksgiving.”
“Ohhh! Is that why David invited me to go to his dad’s house with him for dinner?”
“Presumably. Why didn’t you go?”
“I don’t know I just thought it was Thursday!”
“Only you could be so time-blind to forget a holiday like this,” Milo muttered. “Look—”
“Asher Reed Talbot, you get your ass to this house in one hour, ya hear?” Marie interrupted.
Milo sighed. “Ma, I was gonna do it the polite way. Like a gentleman. Like you taught me.”
Marie’s voice softened immediately. “I know, baby,” she said. Asher heard her kiss Milo’s hair. “But sometimes a boy needs a mother to kick him in the pants in the right direction.”
Milo chuckled. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “Anyway, Ash. I’d ask if you’d care to join us for Thanksgiving dinner but I think that ship has sailed.”
Asher laughed. “I think you’re right. I’ll be over in an hour,” he said. “What’s the dress code?”
“I don’t care if you show up in your underwear so long as you’re here,” Marie said, still sharp with exasperation. “No son of mine—of my friends’—is eatin’ leftover pizza and wings alone on Thanksgivin’ if I have anything to say about it!”
“And clearly you do,” Colm’s quieter voice added even more distant from Milo’s phone.
“Hush, you,” Marie said, a smile in her voice. “One hour, Asher!”
“Yes ma’am!” Asher agreed. “Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just yourself,” Colm supplied.
“Okay. Will do.”
“Bye,” Milo said.
“See ya soon.” He hung up and put the pizza box back in the fridge. Setting his phone down on the counter in the apartment, he rushed to his room.
Thanksgiving dinner had always been a business casual dinner at his house. Probably because Madelyn and her mate flew home for it every other year and his parents wanted to make an event of it. This was the first Thanksgiving they weren’t going to be home for, traveling somewhere in… Korea or somewhere.
And knowing Marie…
“Khakis and a polo should be fine,” Asher decided.
“HA!” Milo barked the second Asher slipped through the front door—not bothering to knock. The Shaw and Greer houses were second homes to him. He never knocked if the door was unlocked. Which it usually was. “Someone’s overdressed!”
Asher turned to see Milo in jeans and a T-shirt with a cartoon turkey on it.
Marie thwacked Milo upside the head gently with the back of the mixing spoon in her hand. “Well how ‘boutchu go dress to match him, huh?”
Milo rubbed the back of his head. “Wait—you serious?”
Marie fixed him with a look only a mother could give. “Very,” she said.
Milo sighed. “Fine. I will.” He cast a sidelong glance at Ash. “And I’ll look even better’n you in it.”
Asher snorted. “You can try.”
Milo stomped toward the hallway, flipping the bird over his shoulder.
“Milo Anthony Greer!” Marie warned.
Milo’s hand dropped immediately. “Sorry, Ma!” He scampered off for his room.
Asher sheepishly approached Marie. “Sorry I’m late,” he said. “I know you said an hour and it’s been an hour and fifteen—”
“And I knew you’d be late which is why I said an hour when dinner was an hour and a half away from bein’ finished.”
Asher chuckled. “Do you know everything?”
Marie smiled and cupped Asher’s cheek in one hand—the one not holding the mixing spoon. “Just my boys,” she said with a wink. “Now get those rolls in the oven for me then get the hell out of my kitchen.”
“Yes ma’am.” Asher ducked around her to assist immediately, knowing better than to hesitate.
Colm was in the living room. A replay of the big parade in New York was going on the TV, but Colm wasn’t watching it. He was reading from a sheaf of papers on the coffee table.
Asher cleared his throat. “Look, uh, Marie,” he started quietly, heat burning at his neck and ears. “I just. I wanted to thank you. For thinking of me tonight. And for… y’know. Inviting me.” He closed the oven door and took the mitt off. But didn’t straighten to his full height. His shoulders were slouched forward and his eyes were cast down to the hardwood floor.
Marie gave him a warm smile. “Asher,” she said fondly. “You are always welcome here, you got that? Now, I don’t care if it’s Thanksgiving or a random Monday in the middle of May. You are family. And there will always be a place for you at our table.”
Asher blinked away a sudden salty sting in his eyes. “Thanks Marie,” he said, trying to swallow the thickness of his voice from the emotion in his chest. “I appreciate that.”
Marie turned back to the gravy she’d been making. From scratch. Of course. Marie Greer would never dream of any other kind of gravy disgracing her kitchen. “I’m happy for your parents. Gettin’ the chance to travel like they always talked and dreamed about. And I respect their decision to do it while they’re still young enough to withstand how exhaustin’ it is.” Her mouth narrowed into a frown. “But that doesn’t mean I approve of all-a it.” Her warm grey eyes—the same as Milo’s—flicked over to him. “They didn’t need t’ leave you here alone.”
Asher shrugged. "They thought I was old enough to live without them."
"Livin' without your parents doesn't mean ya don't still need their influence or advice." Her voice had gone hard with disapproval.
"Hey, that's what I have you for!" Asher joked brightly.
Marie leveled a Look™ at him. "You're damn right," she said seriously.
Colm covered a scoff by clearing his throat in the other room. Marie turned her Look™ briefly toward her mate before going back to her gravy.
Asher slunk carefully out of the kitchen, managing to only knock a mixing spoon onto the ground—that he quickly put back—and not mess up anything else.
Milo was stalking back into the living room, sour look on his face, having changed into a polo shirt and khakis himself.
It was, of course, Asher's job in life to give Milo a hard time. They were brothers in all but blood. But Asher admitted—silently, to himself, never out loud—that Milo definitely pulled off a polo and khakis better than he did. Milo was one of those lucky suckers who looked good in everything. Asher was tall and leanly muscled, but being tall sometimes made things look too short on him.
Milo didn't have that problem.
"Hey. Hey Milo," Asher started.
"What?" Milo retorted.
"You've got somethin' on your face."
Milo raised a single, sarcastic eyebrow. Waiting.
"Yeah. Y'know, I think it's called sour grapes."
"Oh you—" Milo moved as though to take a swing at Asher. Who ducked with a laugh and dodged out of the way.
Marie looked through the archway between the living room and the kitchen, watching her boys goof off and chase each other around like they had since they were little. She smiled to herself as she took the gravy off the heat and turned off the stove. A quick check through the oven window revealed the rolls were coming along.
As they kept baking, she started moving everything she'd made from the cookware she'd finished them in, to a pretty crystal serving dish. Then took them, two at a time, to the dining room table.
The clearing of a throat announced that Colm had gotten up from looking at his case files to help her. She smiled at him. He kissed the side of her head and took the two dishes from her hands, letting her grab two more.
After taking the two dishes, Colm set the table. After letting his mate choose the most festive tablecloth.
She got the rolls out of the oven right as the timer went off and quickly got them out of the pan and into a little basket with a white cloth lining it.
"A'right boys!" Marie announced, whipping her apron off after wiping her hands on it one last time. "Wash your hands and sit your asses down at the table."
Milo and Asher both froze from where Milo had managed to yank Asher down to his eye level and get him in a headlock. Marie met both of their eyes in turn, a stern look on her face. Milo cleared his throat and let go of Asher's neck. Both of them straightened their shirts and bustled—still poking and prodding at one another—into the kitchen to wash their hands. "Yes, Ma," Milo said automatically.
They knew better than to protest.
Marie and Colm sat on one side of the table. The boys sat on the other.
Milo leaned over to Asher. "We do the stuff we're thankful for before we eat," he whispered. Asher nodded.
"I'll start," Colm said. "I'm grateful, this year, for patience. The patience that my family has shown me." He reached under the table and gave Marie's leg a squeeze. She did her best not to react as his hand slipped a little higher up her leg before sliding off back to Colm's side.
She cleared her throat. "I'm grateful for my family," she said. "I'm grateful for a mate who loves me and works hard for us. I'm grateful for a pack that welcomed us as family all those years ago and never once acted otherwise. I'm grateful for an amazing, strong, brave son who has every right to be as confident as he is. And I'm grateful for all his friends who have become his family. Because they're my family. And I'm grateful that Ash could join us tonight, so he could be with family on Thanksgivin'."
She pretended not to notice Asher wiping a tear off on his sleeve.
"A'ight. My turn," Milo said. "Welp. This year... I guess I'm grateful for... everythin' I've been able to do. I learned a lot of lessons this year, and all-a 'em were important and valuable." He turned to Asher.
Who cleared his throat. "I, uh... I'm grateful for a lot of stuff. I'm really grateful for the pack that I got to be raised in. I'm grateful that David somehow has the patience to be my roommate. I'm grateful that I haven't burnt the apartment building down yet. And... I'm grateful for the Greer family. For being willing to accept me into your home on a holiday that's stressful enough as it is. Whether I wanted to come over or not." He smiled around a chuckle. "Thank you, for always making me feel welcome and at home." He swallowed. "Now can we please eat? I'm hungry!"
Colm and Milo both started laughing along with Asher. Marie just met his eyes with a loving look on her face. Sure, Ash was Frank and his mate's kid. But Ash was Marie's kid too. He certainly was now that the Talbots were traveling, but she'd loved him like a son since he and Milo had been close friends.
He gave her a grateful smile. She returned it.
"Go ahead an' dish up before it gets cold, boys," she said.
"Thank you," Milo said, reaching for the mashed potatoes.
General Shaw Pack and Characters Tag list: @zozo-01 @thegoldenlittlerose @pinksparkl @darlin-collins @icedunderwaterroom
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redactahoe · 2 months
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pretty darlin appreciation listener addition
this is a compellation of everyone finding darlin hot and darlin not getting it this is part 1 with all the relevent listeners and part 2 will include the boys this is inspired by @whorefordarlin btw
this might be long af
the only physical trait i give to trait is a beefy build and short hair tw: alot of simping shenanigans, mention of shitty foster care parents/neglectful parents, i cant spell so be warned
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angel:(set durring darlins first meeting back)
angel had no idea what to expect from this 'mysterious pack member'. but it definitely wasn't this. i mean give angel some credit with the way the pack described the pack member it made them out to be some sort biker gang delinquent with and eye patch or something! but no the person Infront of the angel was most definitely not what they expected.
they were about 6 inches taller than them and and had a very pretty face with all kinds of pretty piercings on it. they were wearing a patched up leather jacket with a tank top under neath, tattered but tight jeans, and some beat up combat boots. all of this layered on top of they're very broad frame.
"Hi, i'm angel! nice to meet you!" angel greets with a nervous but excited glint in their eyes.
"oh! davids mate right?, nice to meet you too." tanker greeted back and GOOODD!! their voice was so fucking sexy. their voice was deep with a slight rasp to it that made angels face go red and burst into a fit of flustered giggles.
thus began the slightly awkward conversation between angel and tanker before the pack meeting started. with a red faced angel barely being able to keep together and a very concerned tank trying to decipher what all the giggling means
"hey by the way i think i scared your mate...". the pack meeting finally ended. tank ad david were going some final things when tank brought up angels strange behavior's.
david let out an amused huff "pft- i don't think you have to worry about tanker." he had this amused all knowing smile spread across his face recalling the 5 minute rant angel went on about just how hot tanker was.
"i- what does that mean???"
"don't worry about"
babe:(set in a library near asher and babes apartment)
"baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe im bored.." asher was starting to remember why he disliked libraries so much. they were everything he wasn't, quiet.
"asher i told you that you didn't have to come in with me today" asher's fiancé thick accent rang out quietly through the room. today babe had been called in the fill the last few minutes of someone's shift at the library because they had to go home early.
but before asher could reply the bell at the front door rings out as a very familiar head of white hair is spotted
"well hey there tanker, what you doin' here?" asher genuinely forgot that tank actually loved reading but he loved teasing (lovingly) them about it. "i could ask you the same thing, aren't you the one who constantly complains about libraries being boring or something?" tanker sarcastically shot back.
babes head wiped around breaking out of their concentration at the new voice. so this was the elusive 'super hot biker that comes in every Saturday', as their coworkers described them.
and that description was pretty accurate. they had sharp, half lidded eye that had this twinkle to them that made babe feel like they were in a ya novel when the made eye contact with the very attractive wolf. they some how have both a baby face and a nice sharp jawline and the same time. their hair was cut short and was slightly messy that made them some how even hotter. they were dressed in a lazy zip up hoodie and a band t-shirt along with the forbidden grey sweat pants.
they were hypnotic, alluring, fucking enchanting they wer-
"hey you good?" a deep rasping voice snaped them out of their own spiral. making them realize that A. they had been starring at poor confused wolf and B. asher had this all knowing, shit eating grin spread across his stupidly handsome face.
"o-oh right, um h-how can i help you?" shit their all flustered now and probably made tanker uncomfortable as well
"ive just come to return these." they answered noticeably not making eye contact with them, and thankfully. babe didn't now if the could keep together any longer if they had to keep looking at those bewitching eyes of theirs.
tanker heaves the stack of books they were holding onto the counter. "um o-oh y-yeah okay, let me just...." babe trailed off as they focused back to their work.
the transaction went by pretty fast with tank and Asher playfully bantering back and forth all the while babe processed the book returns. eventually all books were processed and tank was off on their way. Asher turns to them with the same shit eating grin on his face and states "aren't i glad you met me before tanker huh?"
sweetheart:(first day at high school, they're childhood besties)
"its okay, im sure this new family and school will really click with you!" sweethearts social worker had always been an optimistic women even though both of them knew the women was partially lying.
rita had been sweethearts social worker since they 6. so she most likely knew the whole song and dance of sh being forgotten and then eventfully returned. but she didn't know was that a new family meant new neglectful parents but it also meant new asshole kids and new neglectful teachers.
"sure..." to be entirly honest with you they weren't exactly excited, with the old bullies it was easy to predict and avoid. but with new bullies there was always a learning period and those always hurt the worst.
but eventually and much to sweethearts dismay they arrived to their final destination, met their new family and unpack their things into their "bedroom'. though you couldnt really call it a bedroom, it was more like mattress and night stand in an unfinished basement but they've had worse.
it took awhile but sleep came and went. they were up and out of the door by 5 am sharp, theyve made it a habit to not stick around and 'be a bother'. they sat down at the bus stop and got emersed into a book, the wait would be long after all.
they were so emersed they didn't notice the warm body that sat next to them. that was until of course that person fell asleep and start to let a soft snore. turning to look at them had sweetheart slightly fluster but also worry.
they had remarkably clear skin for a 15 year old and had short but shaggy hair that fell over and framed their face almost perfectly. but on the other hand they dressed and had the general demeaner of a typical bully. the cool and Grundy punk style they had to them though didn't come of as forced like alot of the others, it looked so natural and so good on them, well good enough to make sweethearts teenage heart flutter.
......okay that may have been a bit of a stretch since the person was asleep, but this was a good opportunity to scope out a possible danger that didn't with sweetheart getting pummeled... hopefully.
a sharp and admittedly cute snort interrupted sh's thoughts as that person woke up. there was a bleary almost adorably clueless look in their eyes as they but two and two together on where they were.
they looked around and made eye contact with sweetheart, then looked down at the book they had. and smiled...... but then quickly looked straight ahead
why did they have to be so. god. damn. gorgeous????
and what makes it worse (read as: better) was that they didnt even know any one knew about this book!!!
"u- um do you like this series?"
why did the say?!?!?! what compelled sweetheart to blurt that out in the most awkward way possibl-
"oh um, yeah its actually my favorite..." there was a slight nervous chuckle at the end of that sentence that made sh's heart sore in ways they never felt before.
the question and reply started an unlikely friendship between the two that no one, not even sweetheart saw coming. all because sh' thought the were pretty and liked the same book
lovely:(lovely was getting repairs done on their guitar when tank walks in)
this was the worst.....
lovely couldn't believe they had to sit here in this ironically quit music store. it was days like these they wish Vincent could go out into sunlight. it would mean at the very least they would have him there to bored along with them. but alas that wasn't the case.
they heard that this store in particular was good at repairs with instruments and had decent prices though. it was a small music shop that was decorated with history music, old expensive instruments lined the walls with a few poster of famous rock a metal idols along with them.
the only other person in the store with them was this older Hispanic man that looked like a much older Gómez Addams
suddenly the man shot up from his seat as soon as the shop bell ringed.
" aye!!! i havent seen in awhile where have you been lobo?!" the older Hispanic man that was working on their guitar asked with excitement towards the person
"ive been busy old man, i cant just hang around the shop all day like i did when i was kid." the deep raspy voiced stranger responded with amusement.
and when they came just a little close..... they just were so pretty???
lovely didnt even know if it was just the lighting or something but they were prettier than Vincent! and Vincent was stage 10 pretty boy but this random person in this small little music shop was prettier!?!? now dont get them wrong they love Vincent very much but for a brief moment they considered snapping a picture and asking Vincent for a polycule with this random but very attractive stranger. all the while the stranger was conversation with the old clerk while he works on lovely's guitar they were able to get a good look at them.
they well built but like in that really hot muscular with a layer of softness over the muscles that made them look both very strong but very huggable, the had soft short hair that lovely would've broken bones to run their had through. in their eyes there was this mysterious almost teasing look to them that had lovely hooked and all types of hot and bothered. everything about them was just so tantalizing.
the stranger or lobo as the store clerk called them had this aura around them that could only be described as playful but mysterious and those scars looked so good. lovely didn't know many people in real live make having scars so sexy-
" how did you fuck up this thing so bad??" the older clerk cries throwing his hands on his head in distress snapped them out of their small simping spiral. when looking at what the old man was talking about they saw a well used and loved bass sitting on the counter, guitar was already finished and set off to the side.
the body of the bass was slightly cracked and the strings looked like they were a tap away from snapping.
"I told you've i've been busy...." lobo trailed off almost ashamed of the state of their bass"
the older man only mumbled something in spanish about bullshit excuses and turned of to call out to lovely, telling them he's done with the repairs and told them the price. they paid and excited the building only catching the beginning of a likely very hefty scolding about the importants of bass care.
they immediately whipped out their phone once out of ear shot and called Vincent.
"vinney you will not believe i just saw someone prettier that you!!!"
okay thats it for now thxs for reading, srry for any spelling mistakes
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capitalisticveins · 1 year
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Shaw Pack Hcs Part 4 (i think?) (Ft. Sam)
These are 3 pages long on Google Docs wow um
- Tank has smoked once, but didn’t exactly get into it.
- Asher and Christian put things they KNOW Milo will need on the top shelf of whatever house they’re in.
- Baaabe has freckles. Whether they're faint, or there’s tons of them, it doesn’t matter. They HAVE freckles.
- Angel may not be able to cook, but for some reason they can really fucking good. Cake, cookies, macaroons, brownies, lava cake, hell, Creme Brulee. They just find baking and cleaning everything up tedious, so they don’t do it often.
- As kids, whenever Kelsey came over with her mom to visit Arden and Christian, Arden and Kelsey would do anything and everything to scare the shit out of Christian.
- The only game Sam and Tank can play on equal grounds with no advantages towards each other is Just Dance 2018.
- Ansel and Bailey work on their upper arm strength more
- David doesn’t shave often, but his face somehow remains slightly shaven? Which is weird because he grows facial hair like crazy.
- David sleeps like a fucking corpse, that man does NOT move.
- Angel likes to shave David’s face when he’s asleep and keeps the hair in a jar under the bed in a box.
- Asher eats Kraft Mac ‘n Cheese.
- Tank LOVES frosting on cake and cupcakes. They lick the frosting off of those mini-cupcakes and eat the frosting first off normal cake.
- Angel used to believe in Herobrine, but instead of being scared or not playing the game until he was “removed”, they’d actively seek him out.
- Sweetheart’s impulsive thoughts have once led them to go tangible while in between a wall. It was excruciatingly painful and they don’t know how they didn’t get split in half.
- Milo would sharpen his teeth if he could.
- Ansel eats Crumbl Cookies, much to Christian’s dismay (he believes they’re undercooked).
- Asher and Baaabe don’t get out of each other’s arms until both of them are awake. If one wakes up first, they just lay there until the other wakes up.
- Baaabe didn’t go into elevators for a week after they met Asher. Not because they didn’t want to see him again, but because they were deathly afraid of being stuck again.
- When he was a kid, Marie would aggressively pinch Milo’s cheek whenever he did something bad.
- Baaabe took it surprisingly well when Asher first admitted  to being a werewolf. Not because they were shocked or in fear, but because it explained a LOT of weird shit he would do.
- Once, when they were a kid, Tank got into a frosting container their mom used to ice cakes she’d make, and ate all the frosting out of it. They would’ve been punished if they didn’t vomit an hour afterward, since it was “punishment enough” in their father’s words
- Madelyn and all of the older pack kids (only girls) would have sleepovers almost all the time. Kelsey, Bailey, and Arden were invited, but not so often since they were younger.
- Sweetheart likes to buy square pillows so it can support their neck better.
- Asher, David, Milo, and Christian would try to sneak in or see what the girls were talking about, much to Madelyn’s dismay.
- David has a vase full of honeysuckles in his bedroom.
- Sweetheart can NOT hopscotch. They’ve tried and they keep tripping by the time they reach 6.
- Angel has once laughed so hard they passed out.
- Bailey likes to blow bubblegum, but it’s hard to pop them. Meaning if they grow too big she has to use her fingers to pop them, but then sometimes it gets stuck to her hands.
- Brooke has seen Bailey get tangled up in gum during a pack meeting, and had to go over and help her, but then he started getting stuck in the gum, until Amanda saw him.
- Long story short half the pack got stuck in 5 pieces of gum until David had to use scissors to cut them out. That night he prayed for a normal pack.
- Sweetheart was once compared to Sherlock Holmes. That’s the best compliment they believe they’ve ever been given.
- Baaabe always has a stupid and goofy smile whenever Asher walks into the room. 
- As a kid, Milo was often left out of fun activities with the other kids. Bailey was the only one that stuck around him when they forgot to invite him.
- I.E: Brooke forgot to invite him to his 10th birthday party, and when Bailey found out, she and her parents took him to Six Flags.
- Other than the literal stealth in the pack, Brooke is the most stealthy member of the Shaw Pack. He can stop breathing for up to 5 minutes and cloak his aura enough for any normal empowered person to not sense or notice him.
- Tank has put mentos in coke and shoved the bottle in their mouth, Milo had to snatch the bottle from their hands after soda started spraying from their nose. Asher gave them 20 bucks to do it.
- David would stay up until 2am studying for ANY test they were given back in high school.
- Asher tried getting a tattoo in high school and told David, but David said if he ever finds a tattoo on him, he’d tell Asher’s parents immediately.
- Arden is the reason unempowered people in Dahlia believe wolves howl during a full moon. She makes sure that during ALL full moons, she’s at the highest peak possible in the town, shifted and howling as loud as she can. Only Christian knows she’s the one doing it.
- Tank has forgotten to put water in a cup of noodles once before microwaving it.
- Sweetheart has scared Baaabe before and this led to Baaabe cursing them out in a different language.
- Angel had braces from elementary school to high school, and keep unknowingly licking their teeth.
- David is NOT flexible, that man is as stiff as a floorboard.
- When Tank and their family first joined the pack, Tank was pissy and distant because they missed their old pack with their old friends.
-Milo has said “I’m walking ‘ere!” once, that’s the only reason Asher and Christian say it whenever he’s around.
- Bailey eats waffles with her hands.
- Kelsey and David fold their pizzas.
- Arden used a fork and knife to eat hers once to piss everyone off.
- Asher, David, Christian, Arden, Amanda, Brooke, Miguel, and Bailey have done the cliche “break a window with a baseball” in Amanda’s backyard once. Bailey broke it and was going to come clean, but Christian panicked and blamed it on Kelsey, who wasn’t there. He then tried to backtrack and blame it on Milo, who was in the corner playing with dandelions because they forgot to ask him to play. Bailey got away with it because Amanda’s mom believed it was him due to his lying, and no one backed him up.
- Asher tries to laugh more “cutely” or “manly” but whenever Baaabe says a joke he can’t help but laugh genuinely.
- When David was scolding Tank in “Confronted but your Pack Alpha”, Tank had a scowl on and kept looking at the ground. They didn’t make eye contact until the end.
- Sweetheart can throw it back
- David can be DEATHLY silent when he wants to be. This is why Sam didn’t hear David from behind him during the pack Solstice, despite his advanced hearing.
- Whenever the Sunbound Solstice comes around, and none of the wolves feel good or energized enough to do anything, the mates do everything in their power to pamper and take care of them until they feel better. The only exceptions are Tank, Sam, Milo, and Sweetheart since they’re all Moonbound. In this case, Baaabe and Angel wait until David and Asher fall asleep to help them out.
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biteforblood · 6 months
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[ HEADCANONS #3 ] various.
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✶ notes : gn!reader, “fluff”, cursing, brief mention of a knife, regulus, 0.4k
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caelum has really fluffy, really curly baby pink hair
darlin’ is so bad about asking for help when they’re injured, this we already know after the whole bleeding on sam’s couch incident. but. it goes beyond the big moments, it also applies to the smaller ones ; the paper cuts, the slips of the knife, the migraines, ….
sam, david, asher, whoever it is has to damn near fight tooth and nail just to get them to say where it hurts, then from there it’s practically pulling teeth to get the why, how bad, how long, so on
gavin is always touching fl. i don’t just mean like thighs or arms pressed together, knee bumping against theirs, though that is some of the ways. no, i mean like an arm around their waist or shoulders, hand on their thigh or lower back, fingers laced together
he has to have at least one hand on them at all times, if not both when possible. and, yes, this does become a good problem very quickly ( this also applies to the other clingy bois )
guy is an ass man. argue with the wall. it’s basically canon >:p ( /hj )
regulus talks in his listener’s head, but i feel like if they ( we? ) were to actually physically see him that, when he’s talking, his mouth is like right next to their ear. like, his head is next to theirs, he whispers and growls right into their ear, eyes half-closed yet staring into theirs, his expression occasionally tightening or hardening when his control slips
similarly, when his voice takes on that growl, i imagine his face…darkens or distorts, like a shadow over his face or a screen glitching and bugging out ; it’s as if his eyes haven’t properly loaded, his smile is too big and sharp
david and asher have definitely kissed before ; maybe it was a dare, maybe they were drunk, maybe they were curious. don’t know the specifics, but those to have so kissed before
likes anton, damien loves animals — especially birds and bugs. he can identify the species, has memorized their latin names and facts about them, knows where they’re commonly found
uh, however, he does not like spiders ( back on my projecting .3. ) deathly afraid, fucking despises them, even the little bitty ones. huxley has to come and get every single one while damien stands as far away as possible
speaking of huxley and spiders actually, he is the only one out of the damn crew ( aside from coworker maybe ) who isn’t scared of spiders and is okay to go near them. everyone else? fuck no.
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slightlystupidhun · 8 months
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Only a Badge
WARNING: ANGST, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE
Part 1, Part 2
Summary: Sweetheart gets sent out on a mission, however it’s been several days and they still haven’t returned…
“Hun, I’m heading out to work. They’re putting me on the field today so I’ll probably be home late.” Sweetheart called to Milo as they secured their belt. Their loving partner had a long night before and was still resting in bed. However, they knew he heard them.
“Hang on Sweetheart.” They heard his tired voice echo throughout their new house. The padding of his footsteps came closer from behind them as they heard their bedroom door shut.
“What’s going on Mil-“ Before they could finish their sentence he wrapped his arms around them and fastened their badge in place with seasoned skill. He put it just the way he knew they liked it, they were very particular in making sure it didn’t fall off so when they showed him how to put it on them, he practiced quite a few times.
They placed their hands over top of his as he tucked his head in the crook of their neck. He peppered a few kisses there as they giggled out loud. The sound lighting up the dimly lit room. This felt so domestic, so sweet, and warm. It was nearly impossible for the stealth to pull themself away…but they had to. They lightly tapped his hand a few times to signal to him it was time for them to go but he just clutched them tighter.
“Milo, I gotta go to work hun.” they turned their head slightly to see his dark, tired orbs. The curls of his hair tickled their cheek as they smiled down at him, kissing the top of his head.
“Can’t you stay for a little longer?” He mumbled face now pressed into their shoulder. They were wearing the new scent he got them. It touched each of his senses with hints of bergamot, cardamom, jasmine, violet, and just the perfect drop of musk. He absolutely loved it. The polyester fabric of their shirt reminded him of their soft sheets and almost had him drifting off to sleep.
Almost.
That was until, of course, they cloaked and phased through his arms. Offering him their signature smile as he stumbled forward, the cold counter he grabbed onto a poor substitute for his partner. He offered them a glare that held no real malice before they walked to the door.
“Love you Honey~” they said said in a teasing tone as he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah, get on. I’ll have dinner ready when you get home Sweetheart.” He offered them as they shut the door. He shook his head and padded back off to the room, that was until he realized he never told them “I love you.” back. He burst through his bedroom door out to the front. Just as he saw their car pulling out of the driveway.
The all black Nissan Rogue halted in its tracks as the stealth saw their partner running to the car at full speed. They gave him a confused look as they rolled down their window right as their partner appeared next to it.
“Milo wh-“ they were cut off by a kiss. It was sweet and surprising catching them totally off guard as they separated far too soon.
“I forgot to say it.” He panted as he held their cheek.
“Say what hun?”
He offered them his signature shit eating grin. “I love you Sweetheart.” He smiled as he kissed them one last time before sending them off. They tried to hide their smile to no avail. He laughed to himself as he stood in the driveway watching them drive off.
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That was two days ago. Since then he hadn’t received a call. Text. Or any kind of word from his stealth. He was pacing back and forth in his living room as people passed in and out. After the first day of them being considered missing by him he notified David and the rest of the pack.
His mom had set up in the large kitchen and had been cooking for any guests that stopped by. David would come in and check on Milo every few hours, and tank had taken up to sleeping in Milo’s living room so that he would never be alone. Asher had been going out to the store to get whatever Milo wanted/needed and accompanied David to the department building to put pressure on the search for their stealth.
“Milo you have to eat something.” Marie called from the kitchen. Milo had done so much worrying and pacing that he practically for for about eating drinking or sleeping.
“How can I mami?” He asked his voice cracking a bit. “It’s not like they were dispatched on a mission. They were just supposed to be looking into some loose ends on a case. They aren’t here and I can’t breathe.” He put a hand to his chest and pulled at his shirt like it was suffocating them. Tears began to prickle at the corner of his face. “I can’t breathe without them here.” He began to fold in on himself and Tank immediately shot up from the couch. They held him tightly and brought him over to sit on the couch with them and just kept him close.
Tank was not one for hugs and often hated physical contact, but they hated seeing, who was essentially their brother, like this more. They rocked him back and forth and comforted him softly. The door creaked open and every eye went to it, falling in slight disappointment when Asher and David walked in. They shook their head signaling that they had no new information. Once they both made their way to the couch David decided to check in on his friend.
“Milo.” He said kneeling on the floor. “They will be okay.” He said putting his hands on the side of his friends face. “They will come home to you.”
Milo sniffed and whipped roughly at his eyes to get the tears to stop from falling. “Thanks David.” The sound of the doorbell ringing caught them all off guard and everyone stood in silence. The air suddenly felt very heavy, like there was something on the other side of that door to be afraid of. The door bell rang again.
“I’ll get it.” Asher said beginning to make his way over.
“No no I got it Ash.” Milo said standing up. He hoped that maybe it was Sweetheart and they forgot their keys. But normally if they did that, they would just call him, or phase through the door. But hey maybe they were tired. He tried to silently reason with himself.
By the time Milo reached the door it rang for a third time. Suddenly, the large oak door seemed much more intimidating. He wrapped his hand around the cold golden door knob and twisted it open. Standing right there, on his porch, were two department agents. He could tell by the lanyards they were wearing that had their badge handing from it. They both looked tired and shifted their weight awkwardly.
“Are you Milo Greer?” The larger one asked struggling to make eye contact. By now everyone in the house was listening in, Tank even standing in the hallway so they could be there if he needed them.
“Yes.” He said shortly, his tired eyes glaring daggers into the man.
“Ahem.” The smaller one cleared his throat. “We are frie- Co-workers of… stealth. We thought it’d be best if we…” he stumbled all throughout his words struggling to complete a sentence.
“We…” the larger one cut in. “I… We completed our search.” He said with a tone of finality that had Milo’s stomach turning.
“And?” Milo said his hands shaking and his voice wavering ever so slightly. He gripped the doorframe to stabilize himself but by now it was beginning to splinter.
“We we’re only able to find this…” he spoke holding out Stealths badge.
Milo snatched it from the man and looked it over. His eyes tearing up. No this can’t be right. He put it on them the right way. They wouldn’t separate from their badge unless… but that was impossible. They were still alive they had to be. However, the blood that stained the golden badge in his hand suggested otherwise. A shaking hand that Milo recognized as his own came to hold over his mouth. His stomach turned as his world began to spin. Suddenly he was falling back and a pair of tattooed arms caught him.
“I’m so sorry.” The smaller one spoke. “As of now they have been declared Presumption of Death and KIA.” He said sorrowfully before retreating down the steps back to his all black department grade van.
Tank picked the man up and set him down on the cushion as he clutched the badge to his chest. He began hyperventilating and shaking his head. No one in the room knew how to react, how to comfort him. He kept muttering words before he stood up and went to the wooden coat rack.
“No. This… I can’t…” he said as he grabbed his coat. He began slipping his arms through the wool sleeves when his mom stepped forward.
“Milo. Papi. Where are you going?” Marie asked as she grasped Milo’s hand.
“They are out there Ma. Alone and cold and hurting. I can’t just sit here while they are.” Everything seemed to hit him right then.
“Milo come sit down…” his mom pulled him from the door. She was able to get him out to the living room but before he could make it back to the couch he pulled away and ran to his room, locking himself inside.
He kept the light off and just sat at the edge of his bed, looking around the room that now seemed so much lonelier. Reminders of his Sweetheart sat all around the room. Even when he laid back on his bed, the scent he bought them still lingered behind. Even though they weren’t there… he couldn’t escape them. He needed them home now more than ever.
***Pt 2???***
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mrsmiagreer · 5 months
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SUMMIT THOUGHTS IN ORDER BY SCENE!!
“Hold still i’ll grab you one of mine” UGHHHH
“What do you think babe? How’s my hair?” EVEN MORE UGHHHHH😩😩😩
Yes Milo I AM laughing 😂
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Vincent cut himself off, i wanna know what he wants to say :’(
“She sounded— nevermind”
HE GOT US A CROWN HES SO SWEET
wouldnt it be cool if this was like… the way of Royal Vampiric Engagement?
Vincent sounds so cute when he’s nervous 🥺
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Sam’s loud ass truck rolling up lmao
ICECREAM!!!!
I just know Sam slicked his hair back into the tightest ponytail. His formal look HAS to be super cute
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Porterrrrr!!
“Your human” LMAO
The thoughts about seating were actually really sweet
Porter now wtf are you talking about?
Vincent’s irritation is so warranted right now 💀
He’s up to something fs
“Bye now—” AND HES JUST GONE??!!
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“Hey Bud!” Awe Ash we love you
Vincent sounds like he memorized this shit😂
Eccentric he says🤨
“Blink twice if you need a way out buddy” WE LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW ASH
“What😟😃” VINCENT LMAOO
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Bennet you meanies >:(
Alexander and Christopher count your fucking days
A bit formal?? This is a SUMMIT?!
Take a breath BOY?!
Stfu both of yous
“Where’s Alexis?” Anything to get YOU out of my face 😒
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HERE WE GO
“SAMS LATEST CONQUEST” ouuuu bitch—
she’s so snarky and condescending everything she says means something underneath but she sounds so sweet its annoying
Honestly if i was tank i would think about her words all night and for a few more days after that she dug deep fr and was actually making sense
Yeah okay darlin’ calm it down, don’t wanna get my head snapped off in front of 3810 year old vamps🤨
“Pettiness isn’t childish at all” 😒
You turned him because you wanted him but we don’t all get what we want huh?
“I FIXED HIM” GIRL LMFAOOOO
“I don’t like you, and I’m not going to” first of all, i’m so glad the feeling is mutual and secondly, this is my new favorite quote. I might not like Alexis but she ate with that one
PORTER TO THE RESCUE! but why?
“Oh darling as if i have a gag reflex” UGHHH😩
Sam to the rescue??
“What the fuck did she say??” “Where is she??”
I love the fact that it when tank ran away you can hear their footsteps. Since my Darlin’ is a girl, it sounds like she wore Combat Boots to the summit😭
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Random message for David?
The music in the back is fucking hilarious
Quinn is coming back?? Yall knew it
William a bad person?? He’s a little shady but i think he has good intent honestly
Why does he lowkey sound like Christian’s VA?
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“Don’t EVER speak to them again. Do you hear me???” Samuel don’t get me started🫦
“But playing is what I do best🥰🤭” she kinda ate with that one too
The fact that he even had to say anything along the lines of “if you care about me even a little you would do this for me” like If i was Tank i would cry because she agreed so fast😭 Like i know yall had something but like damn she still loves you?
Loser ass response 😒
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MILO’s BACK
Awee Asher stumbling over his words
Why is Porter in everyone’s business 😭
Milo’s protective tone when he talks to Porter is tickling my insides🤭🤭
Closeknit??! Awe here we go😟
Porter is so suspicious right now…
“Hold the fuck up” MILOOOO😩😩😩😩😍😍😍😍
“Wait what’d you do that night?—” THEY DIDN’T TELL ASHER IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND MORE LMAO
Asher still being scared of making big decisions🥺
“Babe…” 😫😫🫶🏽🫶🏽
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Tank being worried that Alexis threatened him is so real
“She was exactly who she appeared to be, i was the one trying to pretend i didn’t have a problem with that” REALLLLLLL
I don’t give a damn about her beat up heart
“I don’t want you to think that i felt like you needed saving” Honestly i appreciate this line because i hate the way it feels for someone to step in for you
“Maybe I wanted a chance of my own to tell the bitch to shove it if i’m being honest” 🤷🏽‍♀️😅🥳
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knock knock
oouuuuu Asher’s telling David
Asher sounds in trouble 😭 David sounds like somebody daddy fr fr
the eye contact 😭😭
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Ain’t this Loveboldly? All i hear is Crux😂
Funding?! ALL OF THIS FOR SOME MONEY
“Lower. Your. Voice. ” 💀💀
Alexander is so mean to his prince😭
“You’re showing your age Christopher. Or lack thereof” Damn he snapped him up
NOISE?!
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“We’re about to have a fight. Be convincing” Uhh okay???
What the fuck is going awnnnn?!
Getting Vincent riled up for god knows what in insane💀
Glad he didn’t bring Treasure 😭
SAM TO THE RESCUE… ish?
“Consider yourself crossed”😲😲😲😲
“He’s dead” 🤨🤨😟😟 ALEXIS WHAT??? HOW’D SHE KNOW?!
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ceofjohnlennon · 1 year
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The Beatles facts, from the "Fabulous" magazine in 1965:
John flew to Hong Kong wearing pyjamas.
John is a cat-lover.
Ringo spent much of his childhood in a Cheshire hospital.
John used to envy his cousin Stanley's Meccano set.
Brian Epstein hesitated a long time before taking Ringo as a replacement for Pete Best.
George is afraid of flying.
George has bought a bow and arrow.
Pattie Boyd didn't like the Beatles before she met them on the set of A Hard Day's Night.
John’s father was a singer on pre-war Atlantic liners.
Ringo's stepfather, Harry Graves, sings Beatles songs at family parties.
The Beatles never visit a barber.
Paul washes his hair every day.
The Beatles turned down the offer of an appearance on the 1964 Royal Variety Show.
Ringo cannot swim, except for brief doggie paddle.
Brian Epstein made the Beatles have their hair cut short after he signed them in 1962.
They are never photographed with their hair 'up.'
Paul ate corn flakes and bacon and eggs at a champagne and caviar luncheon in London. Music publisher Dick James was host.
The Beatles didn't want to go to Australia without Ringo when he was ill. But Brian persuaded them to change their minds.
Paul has a mini as well as an Aston Martin DB4.
George's personal Christmas card was a photograph of him scowling at a cameraman.
John never saw an audience properly until Dundee in Scotland. Then he wore contact lenses.
An American firm wrote to the Beatles asking if they could market the Beatles' bathwater at a dollar a bottle.
They refused the offer.
Their road manager, Mal Evans, was once a bouncer at the Liverpool Cavern Club.
Neil Aspinall, their other road manager, was given a Jaguar last Christmas – a present from the Beatles.
Paul drinks coffee for breakfast. The other three drink tea – even in America.
Ringo had his new clothes designed by a woman, Caroline Charles.
Jane Asher bought Paul a record player for his Aston Martin.
Brian Epstein says, 'America discovered Ringo.’
Paul believes he is not a very good guitarist.
None of the Beatles drinks Scotch and Coke. They now dilute the occasional spirit with lemonade.
John told an American journalist that US fashions were five years behind the UK.
The Beatles never really liked jelly babies. They just said they did for a joke.
They carry a crate of pop in the trunk of their Austin Princess.
Their new chauffeur, Alf Bicknell, used to drive for David Niven and Cary Grant.
Burt Lancaster has sent Ringo a set of pistols. They became friends in Hollywood.
Burt let them use his home for a showing of A Shot in the Dark.
Edward G. Robinson and his grandchild twice joined the queue to shake hands with The Beatles at their Hollywood garden party.
So did Mrs Dean Martin and her five children.
The Beatles have no pockets in their trousers and only two side pockets in their jackets. Paul designed them.
All they carry on them in the way of money is a few banknotes.
John has bought his mother-in-law a house near his own in Surrey.
None of The Beatles wears under shirts.
Paul wants to buy a farm.
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Quiet houses.
Platonic Asher +David.
This will be set during the Quinn problem, as I can't think of something else to make David tense enough for this.
Tw: yelling, flinching, avoidance,
David is tense at work, Asher tries to help. It doesn't go over well. Tank being Tank has kept their crazy ex boyfriend being loose a secret, so now he doesn't know who is safe and who isn't. (Tank is not in this fic.)
David ran his hand through his hair for the millionth time in the past half hour, his other hand filling out some contracts for the next few upcoming jobs. He blinks and slams the pen down harshly with a loud growl, Angel hasn't answered their phone for 15 minutes and they usually answer right away.
"David?" Asher pokes his head into the doorway of his office, a concerned grin on his face.
"you okay buddy? Sounded a lot like you just threw something just now" he takes a brief look around the room, finding nothing, he makes his way into the office. As he takes the few steps to get behind David he can see the tenseness of his shoulders. He doesn't realize it's not stress tensing him up, but anxiety, which would have changed his course of action drastically. He approaches slowly, gently reaching his hands to his best friend's shoulders and squeezing.
Asher barely gets a few rolls of his thumbs in David's shoulders before he is pulling his hands away, David's hands had slowly gotten more and more tense, gripping his desk as he tries not to snap at Asher. Ash takes his hands away and leans forward to check on his friend, a concerned look to his eyes.
"hey buddy, you alright? You're real tense today.." He uses a quieter tone, maybe David has a headache?
"you need me to do anything? I can get you some meds, or maybe some cold water? Oh! Milo showed me a cool pressure point by your ear for headaches! Do you think that will-" Asher is cut off by David's fist slamming against the desk, a fiery glare in his eyes as he stares straight forward, his mouth spouting words he never, ever, wanted to say to his best friend ever again.
"Asher! Just shut the fuck up for once in your fucking life! I've got too much shit going on for you to be rambling in my ears, especially not right now with fucking Quilt or whatever the hell his name is! so just leave me alone for one Goddamn minute before I fucking hurt you"
David's breath was labored as he finished speaking, Asher was frozen, his face blank and confused as he tried to will the heavy lump in his throat to go away. He nods, picking his lips nervously, and swallows. He takes a breath and walks back to the door.
"okay. I'm sorry." His voice is quiet, hardly a whisper of his naturally loud voice. And he leaves the room.
A week later and David has yet to figure out why Asher won't speak to him, he's confused. Asher will stand next to him like normal, though he seems more tense, more like he's trying to appear professional. He won't come into David's office anymore, instead texting or Emailing him for whatever he needs. It's unbearable. Finally David corners him after a job, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him into his office. Asher stands there, bewildered and very, very tense.
"....David? Why'd you pull me in here..?" David stares for a moment as he registers his best friend calling him by his name. He never uses his name, it's always one of those nickname she comes up with.
"why aren't you talking to me? I've been trying to figure it out all week, and nothing I can think of would make you avoid me like this. So, you and I are staying here until we figure it out." He says, a concerned look to his eyes as Asher shifts his weight, looking almost....is he uncomfortable?
"...David, it's fine, I'm just having an off week or something. Really we don't have to stay here-" he tries to move toward the door, though he is cut off by David's body.
"I know you Ash, if you were having an off week you wouldn't be avoiding me and only me. You would be pretending you were fine and giving me half hearted innuendos right now. What's going on?" He pauses
"did your partner break up with you?" A very offended "no!" In response.
"did you do something and you're going it from me?" Asher shakes his head. David pauses again.
"....did I do something?" His voice is lowered, now rethinking the past week as much as he can recall. Asher doesn't respond and David says nothing, getting all the confirmation he needed from the silence. It hits him like a truck when he remembers the words he said in his heated stress. His eyes widen and his heart drops.
"Ash, I didn't-" he's cut off by a suspiciously wet, sad voice from Asher.
"it's fine David, really. I get it. Can I go? Please...?" David huffs a breath, feeling helpless. He then, no hesitation, shifts on the spot. A large wolf appearing in front of Asher, head hanging low as he allows himself to let out quiet whines.
Asher wipes his tear filled eyes, a confused frown on his face.
"what're you-" he laughs briefly
"what're you doing David? Shift back" he only gets a short growl in response.
"why not?" He says, fighting the smile trying to grow as he kneels next to David. David has done this to cheer him up since they were kids and he couldn't shift yet. David would shift so Asher could play with the 'puppy' when he was sad.
David huffs and puts a paw over his muzzle, hitting himself multiple times. Asher huffs and sits in front of David.
"okay. I'm not upset anymore. It just hurt. Words hurt a lot sometimes..." David whines loudly, almost like a husky yell. Asher laughs.
"I'm fine big guy. I know you were stressed. I didn't realize I was avoiding you." David snuffs and headbutts Asher in the stomach, knocking him over.
"what- David! I'm fine now buddy, you don't have to keep doing this, I know you hate it." He gets a growl in response as David plops his head onto Asher's chest. Asher lifts his head to pet David.
"really? This is how we're resolving this? A cuddle?" David huffs, closing his eyes and letting out a grumbly sound. Asher snorts and relaxes onto the floor.
"alright. I guess this isn't so bad."
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TOOK ALL DAY BUT ITS DONE!!! HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT!!!
@miya-akiko
Ta daaaa~
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dominimoonbeam · 4 months
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Holding Out for a Hero - 9
The Asher/Darlin/David bodyguard au continues!
Fic from the start is here on ao3. <3
tags: idiots in love, communication is a problem, past abusive relationship, getting together
Holding Out for a Hero - 9
David woke up slowly to the discomfort of a small bed on a tour bus. His bunk was dark even though it had to be day out by now, that thick accordion curtain holding back the light. He scrubbed a hand over his face, leaving it over his mouth when the previous night came back to him, pressing a smile into his palm.
Darlin had kissed him and so had Asher. Everything still had that edge of unknown to it that he was eager to smooth out but at least it was going the right way. They liked him and he liked them. He reeled on that for a minute, feeling like his whole world had changed even though, somehow, nothing really had. They were still on tour, still camped out in the bus, still friends. It was just…more.
He heard the tap of keys on a laptop and knew that Darlin was already up.
He hesitated in a way he never had to get out of bed before, wondering what parts of their relationship had changed and what parts hadn’t. He pushed that hesitation away with the privacy curtain and rolled out of his bunk, landing on the floor and stretching, squinting against the daylight in the bus.
Darlin was there at the dining table, laptop up and an assortment of binders and notebooks spread out. They were still typing, eyes on the screen, but they smiled when he looked at them. “Morning,” Darlin said.
David bit the inside of his lip to try not to grin back like an idiot. “Morning.” He clawed his hair back from his face, retying the messy knot. Darlin had one of his hoodies on, something they’d done a hundred times before but he’d never let himself dwell on why he liked the sight so much before.
They took a sip of their coffee and then put it down, to the side and closer to him on the table than where it had been before.
David took the handful of steps down the tour bus to the table, picking up the offered cup and turning it to drink from the same spot where they had.
Asher wasn’t there, not at the table or on the couch.
He glanced back at the bunks.
“I think he’s still asleep,” Darlin said to their laptop.
David nodded, taking another drink. Asher’s bunk curtain was closed. He put the mug back down and went to the kitchenette and the coffee machine. “Hey Ash,” he called over the hum of the moving vehicle. “Do you want pancakes for breakfast?”
Nothing.
Darlin stopped typing, gaze cutting up to look past David at the quiet bunks.
His heart squeezed. No way Asher was ignoring him… but maybe he was pretending to be asleep to avoid something awkward? He definitely didn’t want this to be awkward or for Asher to hide. He closed the distance and drew back the curtain, ready to face whatever it was head on.
The bunk was empty.
David blinked and then looked around like he might have somehow missed Asher in the limited space available. He even leaned to the side to look into the narrow bathroom and shower. “Where the hell is he?”
Darlin stared. “What?” They got up but then stood there, because how could they help search when there was nowhere to search?
“He’s not here,” David said, surprised by his own panic. How could Asher be gone? They were on a moving tour bus!
He reached into his own bunk to grab his phone, hitting Asher in his contacts and holding it up, half expecting to hear the ringing somewhere around him. He didn’t.
Asher answered.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Asher practically sang, music playing on his end of the call.
David clutched the phone tighter, somehow relieved and more confused than ever. “Where are you?”
“Huh? Oh! I’m up front with Jimmy.”
“You’re…” David turned, staring at the front of the bus, at the wall. Beyond it was a cab and a driver, he knew, but he couldn’t get to it from here.
“We made a pit stop for gas and I got some snacks. Jimmy’s up here on his own so I figured I’d keep him company.”
David took a few more steps toward the front of the bus. Asher was in the cab with the driver. He was okay. At least, David figured he was? Had he even met the driver? What the fuck was going on? “Asher…”
The bus honked twice and Asher laughed on the phone. “Do you need us to get you something?” he interrupted, his smile in his voice.
Us? “Ash,” David tried again, feeling like something was caught in his throat. What the fuck? “We should talk…”
“About what, boss?” Asher asked, his voice still so easy and smiley but with that sudden attention like maybe he’d messed up on a job.
On a job.
Boss.
David felt like Asher had just thrown a bucket of ice water on him.
“Nothing,” David said, grinding his teeth on the end of the word.
Asher’s breath caught a little, like he was going to laugh but it choked off. It sounded… hurt? “Okay,” he said suddenly, smiling again. “Let us know if you need us to pick you up anything!”
Us again.
David grunted and hung up. He pressed his eyes shut.
Darlin tugged his phone from his hand before he could throw it. “Where is he?”
David clenched his teeth and pointed at the front of the bus. “Turns out he got out at a gas stop and is hanging out with the driver.”
Darlin gaped. “That… The gas stop was only a few hours after we went to bed last night.”
David winced. That did not make him feel better. So, Asher hadn’t been able to sleep and had taken the first opportunity to run?
No, it wasn’t exactly running, was it? He was giving them space, just like he’d said.
Darlin pocketed David’s phone, touching his arm. “He’s okay up there. James is a good guy and it’s not like Asher couldn’t handle himself if he wasn’t.”
David shook his head. That wasn’t the point. “He thinks we’re back here fucking and he’s giving us space.”
Darlin blinked, a splash of red invading their cheeks but not stopping the ghost of a smile. “I mean… We could be…”
David shivered at the way those words sent a cascade of feelings and desires through his body and then a wave of guilt and regret from his heart. He wanted Darlin. He had wanted Darlin for what felt like his whole damn life. But the idea of hurting Asher made him feel sick.
Darlin must have read it on his face because their smirk fell and the squeezed his arm. “He thinks you’re rejecting him…” they realized. “That we’re rejected him,” they corrected uncomfortably because they hadn’t had nearly enough conversations about this yet.
David wanted to call him back but he hesitated, because the way he’d called him boss and talked to him had made something grow uneasy in his chest. Asher worked for him. Technically so did Darlin, but he and Darlin knew exactly where each other stood. Had Asher felt uncomfortable? Had he felt pressured in any way?
David sat down on the couch and dropped his head back against the cushion, thinking over every second of last night’s interactions.
Darlin sat down next to him, his phone still in their hand and the other on his thigh. “What did he say?”
David shook his head. “He’s acting… normal, I guess. Maybe…” Maybe he misunderstood? No. Asher had told him he liked him and it had been there in the way he kissed, but he’d also made it clear he wasn’t going to mess things up between him and Darlin, like he was an interloper—like he and Darlin hadn’t been at a standstill until he showed up.
Darlin gave his thigh a squeeze. “Okay. Well, we can’t do anything now unless you want to talk this out over the phone. We’re supposed to stop again tonight and then we’re staying at a hotel and doing some interviews before hitting one of the summer festivals.”
David nodded, trying to take all of that in. He couldn’t do anything about this until tonight at the earliest. He was so close and he couldn’t even really talk to him. He wanted to get this done, for better or worse. He wanted to talk it out and just know where they all stood. Most of all, he needed to make sure Asher understood where he stood, because Asher hadn’t been a test run at something or a matchmaker to help get him together with Darlin…even if technically yes, he had done that…
Darlin frowned. “I’m hanging onto your phone. You should make us breakfast and try not to take your frustration out on my pancakes.”
David rolled his eyes weakly but nodded and got up.
-
Darlin watched him grind his teeth and head over to the kitchenette.
They went back to their desk and put his phone down beside their laptop before picking up their own.
-We’re going to talk about this. They typed out and texted Asher.
The message was received almost immediately and the bubbles appeared as he started to reply.
And then they disappeared, no reply sent.
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lovelylonerliterature · 9 months
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Talking (to Myself) Again
“Milo?”
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Done it before, guess it'll work out fine Been here before, it's gonna be alright
So when I wrote Trade Mistakes, I actually debated whether or not to make Milo suffer of Sweetheart suffer. I ended up choosing Sweetheart due to BTHB, buuuuuuuuut I kept this (in the form of a sentence) in a plot document. 
And now you get to see the result of it almost a year later :D I did steal some elements of this to add to Ivan’s fic, but the feel is completely different here. Whereas Ivan was creepy, Milo is more...angsty? 
There aren’t any TW due to the ambiguous ending which allows your imagination to decide what happened/whether there is a fluffy or angsty end. 
Once ao3 returns, I will add a proper link, but for now, in the wise words of @pinksparkl, take a “tumblr exclusive early access” (love it). 
Edit: Can be read at ao3 here if preferred~ 
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Milo’s lips curled at the sight.
Sweetheart’s tongue stuck out from between their lips as they adjusted their laptop so the camera wasn’t at an odd angle or cutting them off. Then they sat back, one leg drawn up onto their seat and the other hanging off their seat so one foot rested on the floor.
With a hand raking through their hair and a furrowed brow, they tilted their head.
Then, they smiled.
“Milo?”
“Hey Sweetheart,” he whispered with experienced ease, cheeks threatening to strain as he held the expression. “How are you?”
A soft chuckle that could have doubled as a sigh left their lips, Milo’s eyes straining to remain on the screen.
“Gosh, where to start?”
He resisted the urge to speak, the timing not working out, and the words not smooth enough to ease the stifling discomfort. So he sat as they fiddled with their sleeves, biting their lower lip.
“Well…I guess it is more important to start, huh? Being timed and all. I know the department monitors these calls as well, so I’ll keep my opinion on that rule to myself.”
Milo nodded as he leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees—closer, or about as close as he could get now—watching as their mouth lifted at the edges to reveal familiar white teeth.
God, he loved their smile.
“So there is a mission coming up. Even I don’t have all the details and even if I did…,” they began, Milo’s gut twisting as he nodded again.
Palms lowered to his slacks, pushing down his thighs toward his knees.
“You couldn’t tell me,” he breathed, Sweetheart continuing to speak as if to explain more in detail.
“One of the other agents got injured so they placed me on the job,” they said with an exhale as they ran a hand through their hair again, raking through it only for it to fall back into their face. “I tried getting out of it but being one of the more experienced stealths…”
“That isn’t fair to you,” Milo insisted as they flicked their thumbnail against their front teeth. They didn’t look at him, eyes off to the side as if lost in thought.
“I know it isn’t exactly fair, but at the end of the day, I guess this is what I signed up for. Besides, I’ve been through a lot worse,” they tried to insist, smiling but it came off a bit weaker than usual.
“Worse doesn’t mean—”
“Either way,” Sweetheart continued as Milo ground his teeth, but shut his mouth. “I’ll be back before you know it, then we can go to the lodge like you wanted. Maybe ask Asher and David if they wanted to come along with their mates…I miss being able to just…”
A pause.
Milo leaned in further until his eyes were threatening to cross and they felt like they were going to split apart and wither with every moment without blinking.
He kept his eyes on the screen.
“...Exist?”
A ghost of a smile formed on their lips as their gaze flickered up to meet his through the screen. He sucked in a breath, their head tilting again, this time remaining at an angle as their cheek pressed into their palm.
“...Exist,” they echoed as Milo felt his throat tighten.
The moment was short-lived as a familiar beeping sound was heard, as well as the start of a countdown. Sweetheart cursed under their breath and sat up.
“Shit, I have to go.”
“Do you?” Milo choked out, almost like a plea, but rather than react, Sweetheart smiled in a way that had him pressing his fingers to the screen. They leaned in with one hand seeming ready to end the call and the other gripping the top of their laptop.
“I love you. I wish I was better with words to say it in a prettier way for you,” they signed while shaking their head in a way that had Milo wanting to smile. “I’ll definitely woo you when I get back~”
Milo parted his lips to reply, but Sweetheart was waving before he could manage a single response, the call ending abruptly and leaving him to bask in the blue light and the hum of the aircon and the presence of Aggro who had taken to sleeping on the pillow beside Milo’s.
“No…no no no,” he murmured as his gaze flickered to the bottom of the screen and his fingers slid across the trackpad. “Again. Has to…I messed up. I messed up again. One more time. Have to say I love them too. They have to know.”
He replayed the conversation in his head, practicing his words as he had several times since the evening before.
And the week prior.
And two months ago.
And the night he found out his Sweetheart was missing and declared—
He dragged the recording back to the start, labored breaths echoing around the room that felt both too large and yet lacking at the same time.
The sight of a tongue peeking out from between lips.
A furrowed brow.
“Milo?”
Trembling fingers had pressed play before he was ready, but that was alright.
Sweetheart was continuing on like normal, so Milo would as well.
All he had to do was keep his eyes on the screen.
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agentplutonium · 3 months
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I'm doing a wip Wednesday to keep my motivated for this wips I'm working on because I'm finally on break and theoretically have the time SO up today we actually have two wips:
An update on my Imp!Milo fic I have in my wips (Imp!Milo loses Sweetheart and becomes unrecognizable)
An update on my 1920's Milo/Sweetheart fic I have going on
All below the cut <3
Imp!Milo
Milo’s vision tunnuled. “Where are you?” “West corridor, they have me surrounded, I’m still cloaked so I don’t think they know where I am, but-” The line crackled, then went dead, and Milo looked back at Asher, who was frozen a few feet behind him. “Sweetheart?” Milo asked. Silence. Milo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his years, and he tried again. “Sweetheart?” The line came alive again, and Milo’s blood ran cold at what he heard. “Don’t you fucking touch him, do you hear me?! I swear to god if you touch a damn hair on his head-!” Sweetheart’s scream was cut off. There was a humourless laugh, deep and dark, that filtered across the walkie. “Looks like we found your little ghostie,” a voice said, the same person who was laughing. “Say goodbye little ghostie.” “Milo don’t fall for it, I’m fine,” Sweetheart tried to reassure him. “I’ll be fine, stay there, promise me that yo-” There was a sickening crack, and the sound of Sweetheart slumping to the floor. Milo didn’t wait any longer, dropping the walkie and taking off at full speed. Asher called after him, but Milo could barely hear it over the rush in his ears. He was shifted into his wolf form in no time. Milo, don’t be rash, Asher’s voice in his head. Again, Milo didn’t listen. He could only repeat Sweetheart’s name in tune with his heart as he raced forward.  Milo, Asher repeated, you need to think this through. Milo growled. Tell me what to do again and I rip you to shreds. My mate is in trouble. Either help me or get lost. Asher didn’t respond, but Milo did hear his pace pick up. Asher pulled up beside him, facing forward. Milo could tell by his stance he’s decided to help him. Whether to keep him from killing himself or because Asher doesn’t want to lose Sweetheart, Milo doesn’t care
2. 1920's Milo/Sweetheart
Sneaks couldn’t focus on anything that weekend, no matter how hard they tried. They had errands to run and were making stupid mistakes the whole time. They meant to get ahead on some of the cases that they had but never could get their mind to focus on what was in front of them. Their last interaction with Milo and his friends played on a loop in their head. “Aww, cheer up, Greer. You know we’re only teasing.” “Greer?” Milo had looked so defensive when they caught on, worry deep in those eyes of his. Sneaks would be too if they were in his shoes. But, this was more than just knowing his father. This was about the fact that Sneaks knew where they heard that name before. There is an ongoing case against Shaw Security. There are plenty of reports of their misconduct, but they were never able to get the suckers. Every investigation led to dead ends where they would have to let the pack member go. Sneaks was kicking themself for not realizing it sooner. David was the Alpha’s son, and Asher was a Talbolt, another family they had been having trouble with. The pieces were there, and they still didn’t put it together. It was almost like they knew, but didn’t want to admit it to themselves. On Monday, they still went through the files, just to make sure. They scoured every offence connected to that pack, heart sinking the more that Milo’s name came up. He was never properly convicted and never had any jail time outside of arrests, but Sneaks couldn’t believe what they were seeing. There were accusations of murder on the papers in front of them. They sighed, rubbing their hands down their face, leaning against the table. Sneaks almost didn’t want to believe it. Milo was just so… there was no way he did what he was accused of, right?
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zozo-01 · 1 year
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"i would ask you to marry me, but i can't even think straight."
*crawls out the trenches* AFTER A MONTH, I FINALLY WROTE THIS FOR @taelonsamada!!!! Dear Fucking Lord, who knew uni would exhaust me this much????
In any case, Char darlin', I am so sorry this took forever. ;-; BUT!!! I hope you enjoy because who can resist an inebriated Milo!!! And after a certain video... I think we can all use Milo fluff. ;-;
[Also sneakily tagging @sri-rachaa because she's a gem and I heard she is in need for some fluff!]
CW: Milo being high off his ass because wisdom teeth surgery!~
click here for the ao3 link!!!
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“Asher, is the phone really necessary?” David stood there, arms crossed and narrowed the phone in his Beta’s hands.
The Beta flashed a grin at the disgruntled man. “Relaxxx, its all good! Besides, the pack asked for a video!” Just as the words left his mouth, David moved to stand between Asher and the door to the recovery room Milo was resting in.
“I won’t have Milo’s privacy violated for the sake of some laughs, so you better give me a damn good reason why you’re gonna walk in with a camera in his face.”
‘Ah, fuck. Why does he always have to be a hardass?’ Asher whined in his head. He knew David was right, but still! It’s basically tradition to have your post-op reaction recorded for all your friends to laugh at you. Asher huffed, knowing his alpha wouldn’t let the phone through unless he gave a good reason. His mind raced to come up with a passable excuse that would satisfy David.
‘Welp, here goes nothing.’ “Uhh… what if something bad happened… during his surgery?” 
David raised his eyebrow at the sorry excuse of a statement. “And what ‘bad thing’ could happen to Milo during a wisdom teeth surgery?”
‘Well Asher, you dug your grave, you might as well dig deeper.’
“Like… imagine if something’s wrong with Milo and we have it on camera so… the next time someone in the pack has the surgery and we notice something wrong. We have a video to reference and we can diagnose the problem quicker?” Asher flashed a nervous smile, praying to whatever deity there was to have David accept his shitty excuse.
The Alpha stared at the smiling Beta. “Is there anything else you’d like to add to that?”
‘Oh son of a bitch.’ He racked his brain for another semi-plausible excuse and blurted the first thing that came to his mind.
“Milo was the one who recorded the video of you after your wisdom teeth removal,” Asher said in one breath. Had David been anything but a shifter, the words would have been incomprehensible. But David heard exactly what he needed to hear.
Was David Shaw a petty man? Many would say no and they’d be correct. He was the type of person to let go of any petty feelings of revenge. 
But if he had to be called ‘Smiley Davey’ for years after his surgery because of Milo’s video, then who says Milo can’t be humiliated… just a little bit, of course.
“Fine. The phone goes in.” 
Asher lets out a quiet cheer and walks into the recovery room, with David following after. The two wolves found their packmate asleep on the hospital bed while his mate gently carded their fingers through his hair.
Asher stood beside the stealth and asked, “how’s the little guy doing?” David smacked him on the back of his head and the stealth rolled their eyes. Before any of them could speak, a low, groggy voice cut the silence.
“‘M not short, asshole,” Milo slurred out. With the help of his mate, Milo sat up. Sweetheart placed a hand on his back to support him and rub soothing circles. They knew the surgery was something simple, one that the dentist had performed a thousand times over… But seeing Milo like that… Knocked out on a hospital bed…
Sweetheart shook their head. ‘No, this isn’t the inversion. He hasn’t been knocked out by the ward. This is just some stupid wisdom teeth bullshit. It’s okay. Milo’s okay.’
They felt a tap on their shoulder and turned to see the Alpha with a raised eyebrow. The look on his face asked if they were alright, to which they smiled and nodded at him. David nodded back and both of them turned their attention back to Milo babbling about pizza despite Asher barely containing his laughter, he was able to keep his phone steady to record Milo’s rant.
“The fuckin’ shit they got in fuckin’ Chicago ain’t pizza!” With every word leaving Milo’s mouth, his accent got deeper and his voice slurred. As he got heated about deep-dish Chicago pizza, Asher choked on his own laughter because that’s how amusing he found his packmate’s ramblings.
At this point, Asher was holding onto the side of the bed in a desperate attempt to keep himself upright. Between his bouts of laughter, he managed to ask Milo, “but- isn’t pizza just bread and cheese?” With that, Milo took in another deep breath to tell Asher how fucking wrong he is. 
“Alright Ash, stop fucking with Milo and let’s get him in the car.” His authoritative voice was enough to get Asher to mostly stop laughing and stop Milo from ranting. Although if the wolves listened carefully, they could hear Milo mumbling “it’s still not a fuckin’ pizza.”
Asher and David tried to get Milo off the bed, but he had started to swat the hands on his Alpha and Beta. He pouted and whined, “I want my mate here with me!” The three started snickering as unbeknownst to Milo, his mate was right behind him. 
Sweetheart smiled and kissed his head. “I’m right here, baby.” They played with his curls and watched Milo lean into their gentle touch with a small smile. 
“I missed you, Sweetheart,” he slurred, eyes closing the more he relaxed into them. His voice had an airiness to it like he was floating on cloud nine. His eyes were wide and glazed over and he smiled without a damn care in the world.
“Oh he’s fucking faded, faded,” Asher said with a wicked smile. David gave Ash an odd look at his choice of words. He chuckled nervously and ran his hand through his hair. “Ah, Tank’s been rubbing off of me, I guess.”
David shook his head and joined Milo and his mate in his car. The inebriated shifter collapsed into the back of the pickup truck into the arms of his mate. David would have called the moment between the two adorable, but Asher had to ruin it by shoving the camera into Milo’s face.
Sweetheart rolled their eyes and pushed away the camera. “Must you record every moment?” They asked it with a lighthearted tone, indicating to everyone in the car that the stealth would not stop the recording. Asher smiled and sat in the back of the truck with the couple. “And do you have to sit in the back?” Sweetheart questioned again.
The Beta let out a giggle and said, “I get the best view for the camera back here.”
Milo, whose face was currently squished against his mate’s chest, grumbled out a response. 
“Damn right you get the best view here. Me and Sweetheart are hot as hell… You and your mates wish you were us…” Milo slurred and pressed a sloppy kiss on Sweetheart’s neck. Milo continued to gush about his mate. “Really, they’re the fucking best… So goddamn gorgeous and good and wonderful and badass and,” he placed another kiss, this time on their neck. “You’re my mate. You’re mine.” The more words that spilled from his mouth, the more proof of how in love this man was for his Sweetheart. 
Asher and David were amused by Milo’s love bombing. Yes, they knew Milo loves Sweetheart, he wouldn’t have called them his mate if he didn’t. But hearing the love and adoration coming straight from his mouth was heartwarming. They were happy that their friend had found a happy ending. 
For Sweetheart, the love bursting from Milo’s lips made their heart flutter. The words ignited a warm feeling in their blood, one only he can bring. They never doubt the love he has for them. Milo chose them to be his mate, a title they will honour till the Meridian collapses. And he has made it quite clear how he feels about them. Memories of heated kisses and wandering hands filled their brain. In those memories, Milo made sure that with every kiss and bruise he left on their body, he whispered praises into their skin, one that would seep below and make a permanent mark on their body. A mark that meant more than any bite could ever.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re so wonderful.”
“Trule the most badass person I know.”
“You’re my fucking mine.”
“You’re all mine.”
Sweetheart had heard those words a hundred times over and believed each one of them. But there was something about Milo saying it in this state, glassy eyes with a childish gleam, cheeks hot and puffed out and a goofy smile on his face, that made them believe him even more. It was one thing to listen to his honey-flavoured words as his normal self, but hearing him say all of this in his inebriated state, just solidified how much he loves them.
And by God, hearing his accent get deeper and slur his words was adorable. 
Asher smirked, still recording Milo’s ramblings. “I can send ya the video so you can hear him go all lovey-dovey for you,” he practically sang. The stealth gave the cocky beta and backhand, making Asher pout and rub the ‘bruise.’
“Daveyyyyy, Stealth hit meeee,” he whined with fake tears building up in his eyes. David looked at the scene happening in his back seat through his rearview mirror. 
‘Children. I’m running a pack filled with children.’
“Alright you three, knock it off back there,” David scolded. He could hear snickers coming from Milo’s mate and his Beta. “And for the last time Asher, do not call me ‘Davey’.” 
Milo let out a little giggle. “Yea Asher, only his Angel can call him Davey~,” he said, causing the Alpha to sputter out an answer and the other two to burst out in laughter again. Milo was always amazing with his one-liners, and they’ll be even better now that his filter between his brain and mouth was removed.
David's face lit up and his knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel. He narrowed his eyes in the mirror, staring right at the trio of troublemakers in the back seat. “Another word out of you and I’ll tell Tank about the secret photo album you have of them.” The threat made the three freeze up in the back and caused Milo to let out a whine.
“But Davidddd, the album is for Sammm, he needs to know how adorable his Darlin’ isss,” his voice continued to slur and exhaustion crept up into his voice. 
David rolled his eyes and said, “there are less intrusive ways to share that side of Tank to him.” He shook his head and continued. “Speaking of Sam, Ash, can you call him to see if he’s free to check up on Milo?”
At the mention of the southern vamp, Milo sighed happily. “I love Sam. Sam’s great and and amazin’.” Asher snickered, knowing he was going to get another golden tangent from Milo. 
With the camera pointed at the slumped-over wolf, Asher asked, “oh yea? What do you love about Sam?”  
For the first time during the car trip, Milo sat up, with help from his mate and started to sing his favourite vamp’s praises.
“What’s not to love about Sammy? He’s fuckin’ awesome with all of his healin’ shit. Like damn, Ma’s the best healer I know, but I swear if Sam was still human, he woulda blown Ma out the water. Also it’s so fuckin’ cool that he’s a vamp, he’s fast and strong as shit. Plus, he’s the only other one with an accent, so we’re like… accent bros. Best bros with dope ass accents.” A quiet “doesn’t Tank have an accent too” was let out but it was promptly ignored. 
“And not to mention that he’s as hot as sounds because goddamnnn, the things I’d let that man do to me. Don’t- don’t tell Tanker though, they’d kill me. Speakin’ of Tanker, he’s so good and caring and kind to them and they deserve every bit of it! They’re like a lil sibling to me, and I want the best for them. You know, scratch that, Sam’s a saint to everyone.”
Milo shuffled around to pull something out of their pocket. The item in his hand caused everyone in the car to gasp.
It was a ring box.
“He’s been helpin’ me tryna plan a proposal for my Sweetheart. He took me to his dawg- wait can I call a vamp that? Nevermind, he brought me to his dawg Vincent who helped me pick out a ring. And he’s been comin’ up with ideas to…” Milo’s words trailed off again and began to sway. He rested his head back on Sweetheart’s chest and mumbled out, “I just wanna make things perfect for them… They deserve all the fuckin’ goddamn good thing in this world… I love them so… damn… much…” His voice quieted down and he closed his eyes. 
Milo fell asleep leaving those who witnessed it wondering…
“Did Milo just spill his plan to propose to you?” David asked out loud. A part of him knew that Milo and Stealth would be the first to get married. They were together for the longest and marriage was the next step, but it was surreal hearing the plans coming from his mouth.
“I… Holy shit,” was the only response Sweetheart could let out. “I had no idea, really, I’m just… what the fuck?” They started to hyperventilate over sheer joy. Their eyes teared up and they covered their mouth to prevent any sobs from coming out.
‘Milo Greer… My Milo Greer… wants to marry me…’
It would be a lie for them to say that they hadn’t thought of marriage, but to see it happen, to hear it from his mouth, made it all seem like a dream come true. They kissed his head, hoping that the love and adoration and happiness they feel can be transferred to him. “Yes Milo, I want to marry you,” they choked up, overcome by the emotions he brought.
They looked up with teary eyes. “Hey, remind me to thank Sam when I see him.”
Asher patted the stealth on their shoulder and replied, “of course I will.” He gestured to the phone in his hand and continued, “I have a video to make sure I don’t forget.”
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arrowfleur · 9 months
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They don’t get to change you
Asher/David
Words: 3.4k Read it on ao3 here!
Asher is involved in a hazing incident at college. David comforts him.
First section under the cut <3
Asher had never felt more humiliated in his life. He tried not to think about the nights events as he pressed the key card against the lock. With one arm clinging to his side, he used his spare hand to slide the door shut behind him without making too much noise. He knew David would be asleep.
It had made sense for them to share a dorm together when they went to college, even though they were doing two completely different courses. Even though Asher was messy and David was somewhat of a neat freak. Even though Asher was a night owl and David went to bed at 10pm almost every night. It had never even crossed his mind that they wouldn’t share a room together. God-knows they’d always shared everything else.
Well, almost everything else.
“Ash?”
Asher moved slowly over to the cupboard by the bathroom to grab a fresh towel. He knew David knew it was him. Pack could usually tell. David could always tell. It was more just his way of asking if everything was alright without actually asking.
Sometimes if Asher had been excited for a night out, he’d sit down and tell David about it whilst he was still half asleep. That way, Asher could get all his energy out whilst David at least got some level of rest.
To be fair to David he did at least try to listen, quiet ‘Huh's?’ and ‘Yeah’s’ morphing into soft snores and slow breaths. Asher didn’t mind, he knew he could be a lot at times.
But this time he really didn’t feel like keeping David up at till ass o-clock in the morning just to inform him that his new team had all turned out to be immature assholes.
“Asher?” David spoke a little louder this time.
Asher braced himself, forcing in a slightly deeper breath then he could manage. “Yeah buddy it’s me. Sorry didn’t mean to wake you.” He cringed at the way his voice broke slightly, grabbing some clean boxers and a t-shirt and standing up as tall as he could. Like it would make him seem sturdy.
He could hear the bedsheets ruffling again, as if David was sitting up. Shit he’d noticed. Of course, he’d noticed, Asher was never this quiet.
“Are you ok?”
David’s voice was rougher and deeper than usual from sleep but Asher could still hear the genuine concern in his tone.
Asher turned towards the bathroom not bothering to look over at his best friend. He didn’t need to.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” He laughed as if David’s concern was completely unfounded. “Just getting a shower, you can go back to sleep.”
And with that he slipped into the bathroom. He wasn’t planning to lie to David. He’d tell him what happened eventually but right now all he wanted was to wash the sticky beer out of his hair and go to bed.
Asher squinted when he turned the light on, eyes adjusting to the brightness as he stripped off his clothes. He caught his reflection in the mirror, and turned away once he noticed those damn lines across his face.
He stepped into the shower, not bothering to let the water heat beforehand. Asher leant his head back, willing the water to run over his eyes, the coldness of it numbing the aches across his torso.
He stood like that for a while, thinking.
He’d been so proud when he’d seen his name on the list for the varsity team. He was the only freshman on there, his Shifter biology played a part in it, making him stronger and faster than most teenagers plus he’d practised damn hard too.
Although he knew it might take his team-mates a little while to warm up to him, especially since one of their friends would have been put onto JV to make space for him, Asher wasn’t too worried. He had always been good at making friends. It was one of his best qualities.
Thats why he didn’t question it when his team-mates invited him to a party. Why he was possibly less apprehensive than he should have been when they told him to go down to the basement with them. And why the way they had treated him was so hard to comprehend.
Drink Up Mutt
His eyes flung open as the sound of his team-mates laughing bounced around his head. Quickly, he washed his body. Biting his lip so he wouldn't grunt as the sponge glided over his bruising side.
He barely dried off, running the towel over himself once before getting dressed and making his way to bed.
He just needed to sleep it off.
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Introducing tank/darlin! Some things about them under the cut!:
-He/they
-27
-king of piercings
-for an unknown reason, he has a huge disliking for the color orange
-he likes a lot of emo/punk music
-has been a fan of xxxtentacion since he started making music and is still a fan to this day
-Tank tops and sleeveless shirts are the only types of shirts he will wear
-For some reason they hate shorts? Like they refuse to put shorts on but there's no real reason as to why he hates them
-He enables angel whenever they come up with any prank that involves david
-His favorite color is Pastel purple
-but he hates wearing Pastel things
-he cuts his own hair, and the only other people allowed to cut it for them is sam and asher
-makes fun of asher for wearing a collar but wears one with every outfit
-strongly dislikes the smell and taste of mint(totally not projecting)
-uses kids bubble gum toothpaste
-their nails are always long, he hates short nails
-He likes to paint Sam's nails
-whenever he gets in a fight he tries very hard to make sure he doesn't get any kinds of scars on his face
-there are scars everywhere else though
-He has albinism
-They have a green tounge piercing
- Him and Sam started a tradition where they do eachothers hair whenever they have a full day off together
-their voice is deep like really deep and smooth, and it makes people more intimidated of them
That's all for now! >.<.
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