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zozo-01 · 2 years

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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!!!

“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.”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #oh boy #this took me foreverrr #and i am finally doneeee #also #mayhaps a new title convention is upon us #i like the playlist quote titles sue meeeee #zo and char are besties confirmed <333 #<- still true!!!!#zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

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oizys-naomi · 3 months

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First Interrogation ; The Words That Hurt The Most

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I let my eyes follow and trace Es’s movements and steps, all the while glaring at them and acting as if my eyes could cut holes into their skin. I didn’t know how to feel, truly. I felt panicked by the mere mention of murder for whatever reason, even if I assumed myself as innocent. Of course I would be. There’s no reason for me to kill someone, so why would I ever bother doing so? Those who I want dead will feel the wrath of karma soon, I had assumed, and controlled my thoughts based off of that fantasy alone.

As they spoke, I sighed quietly and tapped my foot. My empty expression and even emptier eyes didn’t seem to do much in particular, and even when they proposed an idea so ludicrous as a “song extraction” my eyebrow didn’t even budge, nor did my eye twitch. This child really was playing games, I thought. Whoever employed this kid was…interesting, to say the least. What sort of organization would do this? I would doubt the government itself would fund this to seek out personal justice for whatever reason, so whatever company backing this had to have pockets full of money and connections far wider than Japan. It seemed unimaginable, fake, and ridiculous—like I was put onto some sort of television reality TV show made to psyche me out. So, with that thought in mind, I shut my eyes momentarily to regain composure.

When I opened them, I stopped glaring. Not as much as a standoffish expression as before, but it surely was a far cry from the cold one I had previously. My emotions were bouncing everywhere, I realized, and I had to seem somewhat consistent all things considered; emotions, thoughts and expressions all kept under wraps. I couldn’t freak out for a multitude of reasons.

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“Song extraction. You’re kidding.”

I sighed loudly, furrowing my eyebrows with a suspicious and somewhat scowling expression on my face. I didn’t come here to play games, I thought, and I huffed in annoyance before taking a deep breath. No more outbursts, I reminded myself.

Maybe I had to play along. For now, anyways. This TV show nonsense…I had to keep a good impression on, lest my family find out I acted borderline insane towards a person much shorter and younger than me.

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“Different murderers, you say? What’s the variation of the crimes…? Do you know?”

A fair question, I suppose. If I was with other people, then the least I could do was learn about their crimes and avoid the serious offenders. Get to know the other “cast”, if anything. I had already heard yelling in my sleep from a multitude of voices—a loud, brash voice screaming and throwing something, as well as a meek voice mimicking crocodile tears—so I was sure I’d have quite a colorful bunch of people I’d be working with.

If our crimes were over a single word, “murder”, then it would be sure to vary. I’d expect a serious offender, perhaps some sort of vigilante, or maybe a cyberbully of some sort. Those were quite common nowadays since the internet. Of course, I shouldn’t assume too much about the prison warden or the others. Stick to the goal of getting out, or something. If that idea failed, I’d just plan to learn more and more about those here.

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“Sure, maybe this is different from other prisons, but every positive thing has a twist, intentionally or not. I wouldn’t be so surprised that, if I wasn’t forgiven by some standard, my freedoms would be restricted. Do you agree, Es-kun?”

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