Sweetheart fades in and out during a summer solstice. Their powers are out of control and donāt listen to them, so sometimes, without realising, theyāll become invisible for a few seconds before going back to normal.
Milo hates it. He knows just how much pride Sweetheart has in the masterful control they have of their stealth magic. Heās seen it first hand. Heās heard of the risky jobs they had to go through but carried out perfectly with their skill and finesse.
But here they were, fading in his arms. He can physically feel them still there, but every now and then it looks like heās holding air.
The disappointment they have in themself shows on their face every time they return to normal, and it breaks his heart.
Itās hard to be confident in the abilities you spent years mastering to lose it all in one day. (Although they both know theyāll be back to normal tomorrow, it doesnāt undo the negative experience today.)
On these days Milo holds them as much as possible so that he can be there to keep them together if they fall apart. Quick trips to the kitchen are done hand in hand. Naps on the couch are done in each otherās arms. Every time Sweetheart fades, he calms them with his arms around their body, hands stroking their back as he reassures them that heās here, that theyāre still the amazing stealth they are, that whatās happening today doesnāt change anything about them, even if it doesnāt feel that way. Sweetheart seems full of confidence on the surface, but theyāre much softer than many expect them to be on the inside.
Milo knows.
āI see you, baby.ā He whispers in their ear as the waves came and went. āYouāre okay. I see you.ā
David and Angel chasing each other at the beach, laughing when they fall in the sand. David hugging Angel tightly, kissing them, and saying, "I love you." David feeling happy that he met his soulmate.
cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns for reader, darlinā! reader, david x angel, asher x babe, milo x sweetheart, darlinā x sam, some freaky references
Agro HATES bath time. Hes had quite a number of baths in his little cat life because he's curious and likes sticking his head in food, or making a great attempt at going outside. He has a harness for going on walks because he's a little adventurer, but he always trys going out on his own.
He won't fight bath time but he will stare at Milo or Sweetheart looking very upset and he will whine the entire time. Whoever isnt bathing him gets the most pitiful whines imaginable
Sweetheart's bathed him twice, once was because agro knocked over a plant and got soil all over himself, and the second time was because he bolted out the front door when Sweetheart got home and landed in the slush of the driveway and desperately needed to get warm and clean
in which . . . the shaw pack boys seek forgiveness from their mates, whoāve taken to the couch for the night.
or . . . david, asher, milo and their respective mates have an argument and the latter chooses the living room instead of their bedroom to sleep in.
cw . . . gn reader, second person pov, after all the mates move in together, before the pack wedding, insecure thoughts in davidās, some deep-rooted attachment in asherās, jealousy in miloās, angel! reader, babe! reader, sweetheart! reader
.*ā¢ david shaw
if there was anything david was sure about in this world, it was that his mate was a fan of the dramatics. while you loved to keep david on his toes, today seemed different.
it was a long day for the both of you, which made the air in the house feel as cold as ever. david wanted peace and quiet, while you needed to vent about everything that went wrong. you both had their respective ways of dealing with stress, and while it would usually work out, today was one of the rare occasions you both needed to experience their own form of relief. it didnāt go well.
āwhere are you going?ā he asks as he watches you pick up a your pillow and a blanket from the closet as you head to the bedroom exit, āhey, did you hear me?ā
āi wouldnāt want to talk your ear off all night and give you a ābigger headacheā than what you already have,ā you mutter out, speaking the same words david had used against you during dinner, āiām sleeping on the couch, david.ā
he feels like a vein has popped.
āseriously? itās freezing cold, the dead of winter,ā david points out with furrowed brows as he changes into new clothes ā heās not used to seeing your back turned to him while he did that, āangelāā
āiāā¦ā you huff out with tense shoulders, āi just want to give you your space.ā
your tone was mocking, but you meant it deep down. maybe you were just a bit much for him right now.
david doesnāt say anything. his words are hitched in his throat. what could he say to make you stay and let him hold you?
you left him in the bedroom with the door closed. as much as you hated to admit it, he was incredibly correct; it was as cold as ice out in the living room. his body heat seemed to envelope you, but you didnāt have that now.
the tv was on, since you hated falling asleep in pure silence. you had some cushions surrounding you for comfort and the blanket wrapped taut around your figure. the volume was on low and the brightness of the movie shines upon your face.
you angrily type into your notes app about how much your day sucked at work. the clicking of your fingers against your screen kept you awake, along with your need to tell anyone about your struggle. it didnāt matter that nobody would read it but yourself, as long as it was readable.
an hour and a half later, youāre asleep. david gets confirmation after he leaves his warm bedroom to see you with your phone hanging in your hand off the side of the couch. you wouldāve never come back to bed with how the argument went, so he had to wait til now. you were stubborn, but in the end he didnāt mind.
he sighs when he sees you. your nose is dug deep into the blanket and you were cold to the touch. he sits on the coffee table opposite you and reaches a hand out, gently caressing your face. even in your sleep, you turn into his touch. it makes his heart ache ā heās had enough.
in one full swoop, heās got you scooped up into his arms and heās walking back to bed after turning off the tv and fixing the couch pillows.
you stir awake when he begins to tuck you in and fix your pillow.
āhm?ā you mumble out as you begin to open your eyes.
āshh, i didnāt mean to wake you,ā he whispers back as he settles in beside you, āiā¦ iām sorry, i shouldnāt have said that to you earlier, i like talking to you, angel.ā
āiām sorry tooā¦ for not letting you relax.ā you say quietly against his chest, sleep already taking over you again.
david seems to notice. āgo to sleep, angel.ā
your arm wraps around his waist and tugs you closer to his warmth. āhow come you moved me back?ā
he stalls for time by rubbing your back and holding you closer. he tries to not let any heat escape from you as your cold face turns warmer by the second. āi canāt rest knowing that i could be sleeping next to you instead.ā
the smile on your face canāt be suppressed ā you know him too well, heās just a big softie at heart. and you could hear it beating as hard as a drum.
āyaā big baby.ā you joke as you press a kiss to his cheek. he rolls his eyes.
for the first time that night, you ease right against your boyfriend and he does the same to you. a chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead.
āi love you, angel.ā he mutters against you. youāre fast asleep, but the way you nuzzle closer into him tells him everything he needs to know.
.*ā¢ asher talbot
āwhat? you were serious?ā asher trails behind you likeā¦ for the lack of a better term, a lost puppy.
āyes, asher,ā you grumble out as you collect the spare pillows and blankets from the linen closet, āiām sleeping on the couch.ā
ācāmon, babe, iām sorry, i didnāt know it was special like that,ā he claims as he tugs on the blanket, āi didnāt mean what i said.ā
you glare at him with weak anger. he was giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes and you were still at the point of your relationship where it got to you.
asher had tried cleaning up the house before you got home from work, but in the act he had accidentally broken a hand-made figurine your nephew had made you years ago. it meant a lot to you as he gave it to you during a hard time you were having. it was safely on a shelf in your home office, somewhere you warned asher not to mess around in due to some expensive items in there, but he disregarded it.
you knew he meant well, but when he showed you the mess and claimed he could ābuy a new one of those weird thingiesā, you just snapped at him. it was a very personal matter that he seemed to take lightly. you told him heād be sleeping alone tonight because of this whole ordeal. truthfully, he didnāt know you were genuinely upset until he saw tears in your eyes, so he had just been joking around about the figurine the whole entire time.
now, he stood at the end of the couch as he twiddled his thumbs.
ābabe, iāiām really sorry, i didnāt know,ā he mumbles out again, āi didnāt mean to make you cry.ā
you still knew he only had good intentions, but your frustration would only boil up and explode in his face if you werenāt left alone to dwell on it.
āi know, ash,ā you sigh as you fix your pillow, āplease, just go to bed.ā
you swear you could hear him frown with your back turned to him. he mumbles out a short āokayā before heading to your shared bedroom. after a few minutes, your makeshift bed is set up and youāre ready to get some sleep. but you canāt rest.
youāre staring at the ceiling with a pillow hugged to your chest, tears pouring down your cheeks. laying in the dark made you feel somewhat less alone. only the lamp lights from the street peaked through the curtains to offer some sight.
the item meant so much to you. your frustrations seemed to be less concerned with asher and more with yourself at this point. after hours of laying there, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and sniffling.
and suddenly, you hear him again.
āiām sorry, i couldnāt do it, i canāt leave you alone,ā he says from his spot at the end of the couch again, āplease, babe, can i sleep here with you?ā
āitās 1am, ash, why are you still up?ā you whisper out with a wavy voice.
āi canāt go to sleep knowing youāre mad at me.ā he claims quietly.
āiām not mad, i justā¦ canāt sleep.ā
itās like his ears perk up at that, because his voice goes up a little in tone. āme neither. soā¦?ā
after a second, you open the blanket. ācāmereāā
youāre cut short as asher quite literally dives into your arms. he digs his head into your chest and wraps his arms tightly around you. your arms lay on his shoulders as you stare at the ceiling.
āiām so sorry, babe.ā he mumbles against your shirt.
you swallow your nerves and retort, āi know, ash, itās okay. it was an accident.ā
āi made you cry.ā he states.
ādonāt worry about it, iāmā¦ just a big crybaby.ā you sigh out.
āi donāt want to make you cry, babe,ā he says as he lifts himself up, āi can try and glue it back together if thatās okay with you?ā
you can see his eyes even in the dark with the streetlights upon his face. reaching up, you rub his cheek. āyeah, okay. we can try that.ā
milo leans against your hand before he leans down and presses a few kisses to your lips. he was surely the clingy kind, you donāt know what you were expecting by asking him to leave you alone for more than an hour in the same house. but you wouldnāt change it.
āall this time apart is making me sleepy, babe.ā asher says as he lays back down against you.
you hold him tight and respond, āshould we head back to bed, then?ā
ānah, iām already comfy like this,ā he whispers back to you as he begins to fall asleep, āgoodnight, babe, iām sorry again. iāll make it up to you.ā
you brush your fingers along his neck and kiss the side of his head. āgoodnight, asher. itās okay. thank you.ā
he has that stupid smile on his face as he hugs you tight. you find yourself falling asleep a mere five minutes later.
.*ā¢ milo greer
the door is pushed open and milo comes into the house first and tosses his keys onto the little dish plate by the entrance. you follow behind and continue to listen to his complaints.
āknew the department was full of assholes, but that lilā āex-partnerā of yours was really gettinā on my nerves, sweetheart,ā milo huffs as he pulls off his overcoat and places it in the closet beside him, āif he mentioned that āone trip to san diegoā one more time, i was gonnaā swing at the sucker.ā
āyet youāre not jealous, huh?ā you mumble out as you sit on the couch and untie your shoes.
āhell no! i just hated the way he was lookinā and talkinā about yaā, like everyone already knows you two were work partners before, donāt need to keep it in the conversation,ā he shakes his head as he speaks, āand why do you keep sayinā that iām jealous? you want me to be?ā
āno, milo, but itās fine if you are. you just spent the whole hour trip home talking about how much that guy pisses you off,ā you explain to him as you rub your neck to relieve some stress, āeveryone at work knows that i am in love with you.ā
āobviously not that jackass judginā by the way he was practically undressing you with his eyes.ā his little remarks were beginning to get to you.
you were trying to enjoy your work party, despite the department being the epitome of a half-assed work environment. it had been a while since something like this, and with the current stress of your most recent investigation, you just wanted to relax. you brought milo along since everyoneās partners were invited and he wanted to spend the night with you. what you hadnāt expected was for him and one of your coworkers to be exchanging shots at each other the whole night. while they were distracted, one of your supervisors had made a comment on how tonight was meant to be a celebration, not a competition.
though you were glad that milo wanted to come, he was a bitā¦ feisty.
now, you were here, arguing with milo about his attitude at the party and how he wonāt own up to it. you just wanted him to realise that his jealousy towards your coworker wasnāt unwarranted, per say, but rather didnāt need to be shown in such a way. the argument had escalated to the point where you were still heated by bed time.
not wanting to continue, you decided to head back to the couch for the night and sleep there. milo was taking his shower while you collected your things and made yourself as comfortable as you could in the living room. by the time you had laid down and were ready to scroll on your phone,. you had heard his voice.
āsweetheart? where the hellā?ā he begins as he paces through the corridor to find you in your new ābedā, āwhat is this? the fuck are you doinā out here?ā
āi donāt wannaā argue all night, milo, just let me sleep out here.ā you sigh as you lay a hand over your eyes.
he furrows his brows and crosses his arms. āyou aināt sleepinā here, sweetheart.ā
āyes i am.ā
āno, youāre not.ā
you glare at each other for a short moment before milo rolls his eyes and rounds back to the room. you think that heās finally letting it go and listening to you for the first time tonight. however, the silence only lasts a few minutes.
āwhat are you doing?ā you deadpan as you watch milo trudge back into the living room with the bed blanket and pillows.
āthe fuck does it look like? iām sleepinā here too,ā he scoffs as he attempts to make the floor beside you, āi donāt want the bedroom if youāre not there.ā
ādonāt be silly.ā you say as you lean up on your arm.
āyouāre beinā silly, trynaā sleep out here all alone,ā milo retorts with a shake of his head, āi donāt care that we were fighting, i always wannaā come back to bed with you.ā
you stare at him and he tries to get comfortable on the rug. itās a scene, really ā this stubborn guy trying to be heartfelt and sleep next to you regardless, albeit with his back to you. he was always trying to one-up you.
āmove over.ā you say as you lift yourself up from the couch.
as youāre squeezing into the spot in between him and the couch, he scoffs, āhey, donāt sleep on the floor, idiot, youāll hurt your backā¦ā
his complaints die down as you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. he holds his breath as you kiss the back of his neck.
your warmth consumes him and heās pretty sure heās lost all train of thought. while he is stubborn and always seems to put up a cold front, you knew how to melt his heart, as if youāve known all along.
āi love you, always.ā you whisper against him.
he exhales through his nose and plays with your hand. āi love you too, sweetheart, forever.ā
you close your eyes with your face buried in the back of his neck, waiting for sleep to overtake you and to ready yourself with pains tomorrow morning.
Agro being involved with everything. After the inversion David insisted on moving their pack meets to zoom because of milo and ashers injures. Everyone wanted to stay at home with eachother so having it over the phone was just easier; agro however didnt enjoy all the people talking in his bedroom.
Agro regularly popped his head on camera well they were on call and just started yelling at them. When Milo was on his laptop agro tried laying on the keyboard to get his dad back in bed.
Milo wasn't bed bound, healing magic gets rid of all the physical affects of wounds but because his injury was almost entirely magical he was extremely tired and sore, agro spent alot of time sleeping on Milos chest purring trying to help; or waking Milo up so he could eat dinner or do a little physical therapy and then go back to napping. Sweetheart was always either in the room or just a room over doing work and research on what happened based on the packs descriptions and their own experiences with shades. More often then not agro would end up bugging them to go to bed so they didnt overwork themselves.
cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns used for reader (tank) and angel, theyāre so silly my silly shifters, tank was a heartthrob in high school bc i said so
cw . . . gn reader, darlinā/tank! reader, they/them pronouns used for all listensers, david. angel, asher x babe, milo x sweetheart, darlinā x sam, tank calling out some of these FREAKS, i love these idiots sm
Freelancer (as all of my moots and followers know at this point) was born in a circus. They climb everything and will do tricks to prove a point. Hypermobile has hell. Demonic even. Lasko and Damien refuse to talk about what they saw when they dropped off something at Freelancers place.
Dear cant stay warm. They'll feel fine but everyone else will find them cool or cold to the touch. They are asked to hold stuff so they won't melt. (Sorry Damien.)
Angel caffeine addict. Chugs three monsters/expressos before breakfast is even a thought. They mask like a mf and it creeps David out when he watches it happen. She adores the trick because its her little super power.
Babe is a knowledge bucket. Like they know a dash of anything about everything. Spiders? Statues? The loop holes exploited in the law during 1827? No current hyperfixation just yet. Be careful what knowledge you want. You might.learn about the witch trials.
Sweetheart has trouble staying present. Like they'll be in their own world and disappear. They also also have a thing about collecting pens or buttons. Milo has a whole storage cabinet to their little trinkets. Sweetheart will also pick of Argo and talk to the cat while they organize their system again.
Lovely loves dressing up. Has about four outfits a day. Uses Vincent as a test sheet for lipstick or whatnot. Also likes being used as a test sheet for makeup. Loves color.
Tank is the opposite. They cant dress for shit. But they CAN sleep standing up. Multiple times has the pack found them tucked against a wall, passed out. David throws them over his shoulder and takes them home.
And thats all the ones I truly look after in redacted. Im so behind im sorry
If Angel ever got a bike/bike license I think David would have a heart attack (too many risks, heās begging them not to ride)
I think Asher has a dirt bike XD Babe is more interested in cars
Sweetheart rides a sweet sleek black sports style motorcycle and itās super hot when they park, remove their helmet, and shake their head a bit to get their hair to settle (Milo sees all this in slow motion and somehow thereās sparkles and petals falling in the background)
And I'm back with more bubbles diagrams ! This one is about Gator Boys !š¤
I did my best to make it readable but there was a lot of connections between everyone so some lines crossed eachother š
I'm also working on one for New Home/The heart and even Rebel Spy but it si much more complicated so it's gonna take a while. I'll still make it as readable as possible š
David melting into a smile when Angel catches his gaze from across the table and gives him a little wave. Itās like the spark returns to his eyes and he looks a few years younger again. Angel canāt help but stifle a giggle at how obviously in love he looked, heart melting into a puddle at his reaction.
It doesnāt matter that theyāre in a pack meeting.
Life is too short to try and hide the love they have for one another.
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The pack definitely exploits the fact that David is incredibly soft for Angel.
Theyāve learnt to choose days when Angel is present to notify David of any bad news, like a financial mistake or a scheduling cancellation. Although David never gets mad at anyone in the pack, having Angel nearby somehow makes the mood less stressful for everyone involved.
So cue Asher hiding behind Angel as he pushes them to Davidās office before announcing that he forgot to phase out of his clothes before shifting and ripped his uniform to shreds again, and that he needed a replacement.
David was about to reprimand him, but Angelās amused giggles had him softening up. The sound never ceases to make his core light up.
Asher got away with a sigh and a ābe more careful next timeā.
Do you remember that it was kind of implied that very early Baaabe did not like early David?
The first time Asher mentioned David in his first audio it was like
"You remember David right?"
...
"Yeah, he is the alpha"
...
"HA!.. Yeah, he's kind of a dick too"
And then in the Halloween Audio, where Asher and Baaabe hung out with David because Angel wasn't home.
Asher told them to stay in the car because he'd have to convince David that the hangout was his idea.
Baaabe didn't go along with it at first and called David's behavior childish.
Asher had to go "I know it's silly but it's how he works and he is my best friend.." to convince them.
Like Baaabe thought this guy was a little bitch, before they got to know him. lmao
And then, on the other end of the spectrum, we have Angel and Asher who locked eyes with each other for the very first time and both knew they'd become besties
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