#redacted fluff

[thottythoughtdaughter]

scary dog privileges.

reader: angel sfw: angel tells the pack about their day, and the thing that happened to them, and the pack makes them feel heard for the first time in forever.

Call of Duty is obnoxiously loud on the TV. It's a casual, calm hangout with your and Davey's friends (the pack and mates included), and everyone had devolved into doing their own thing. I mean, you all spent so much time together, you all basically acted like siblings. Sometimes you would come home and find Darlin' with their legs up on the table, munching your cookies, though it took them nearly a year to be that comfortable.

Ash, Milo, and David were locked into the game, the sounds of controllers and chip crunching filling the room. Babe had their feet in Asher's lap and was buried nose-deep into Lord of the Rings. Darlin' was napping, bundled up close to Sam on the loveseat, and Sam had a real, physical newspaper in his hands. Sweetheart was padding from the kitchen, cold drink in hand.

You had to come home late, work stuff caught you bad, and you didn't want to leave anything unfinished before getting home to relax. While you were a little upset at missing out on the start, you didn't want to hold anyone back, so you showed up with a big smile on your face.

"Hey!" Sweetheart smiled at you, raising their glass in acknowledgement. They were dressed so perfectly, a tasteful mix of casual athlesiure and chic accessories. "Welcome home."

David perked up instantly. "Angel."

"Hi, Davey," you smiled, walking into the room. "No, don't get up. I don't wanna ruin the game."

He sat back down with a smile, beckoning you over. "Gimme a kiss."

You did, savoring the warm firmness of his lips.

Asher made a loud gagging sound. "Are you done? I'm tryna get a win here, David!"

"Shut up, Ash," Milo sneered at him with a laugh. "You'd do just the same."

Babe snickered. "That's true. Leave the cuties alone, Ash."

Asher grumbled under his breath, jamming the controller buttons harder.

Sam smiled quietly from his chair and waved. You grinned and waved back, making a cute face at Darlin', who was snoozing deeply. A little drool trickled down their cheek.

"How was your day, my love?" David asked as you perched on the arm of the sofa, stretching your back with a yawn.

You began to prattle on, talking about whatever mundanity had happened that day. It had been overall fine, except for a little spat with your obnoxious partner. It was a reoccurring problem, and so constant you had gotten used to it, honestly. Plus, your boss never seemed to take it seriously, so you just got used to sweeping it under the rug.

Plus, you were a yapper. Normally, you would talk for hours, and it fell into soft background noise. You didn't mind, honest! You liked just speaking and knowing that the people around you cared, even if they didn't have the time to listen right then. Plus, you weren't really talking for advice, just to say something, to get it off your own chest. So your voice fell into a soothing lull behind the COD soundtrack and the sound of Babe turning their book pages as you prattled on.

"...and then he told me to shut the fuck up, which was rude, but it was fine because I just walked out of the room. Like, I cried a little, to be honest, but it was fine at the end of the day. It was actually funny. Alice had to come get me from the bathroom, but we bonded over our mutual hatred for Ron, so that was fun. And what else? I--"

You blinked, suddenly realizing that everyone was staring at you. And they all looked utterly, extremely pissed.

"Sorry, am I talking too much?" you winced. "I always do this, that's my fault. I mean, you're trying to read, and you guys are playing a game..."

"No, no," David gently put his big hand on your arm. "Angel, no. Never."

"I like it when you talk," Sweetheart reassured you, coming on the other side of you and pressing their head against yours. "Don't ever say that."

"Yeah, you got a pretty voice," Milo winked. "Much prettier than David's."

"Yeah, he sounds like a car engine on steroids," Ash snickered.

"We were starin' cuz you said something absolutely absurd, Angel," Sam said. Even Darlin' was awake, bleary but pissed.

You blinked again. "What-- did... what did I say? I don't remember."

"You said someone told you to shut the fuck up," Sweetheart murmured.

Darlin' was upright now. "Who the fuck said that?"

David made a low rumbling sound in his chest. "My thoughts exactly."

You stammered, taken aback. "My-- Ron, my partner, but he-- guys, honestly, it's not that big of a deal--"

"The fuck it is." David growled. "Nobody talks to my mate like that."

"Hell no," Babe agreed, snapping their book shut with vengeance. "That's no way to talk to anybody, let alone your partner. And let alone you."

"Me?" you repeated. This was all very boggling to you.

"Yeah, you," Milo put the controller down, much to Asher's chagrin. "Shut up Ash, this is more important. Angel, you're like, the goodest person I know."

"Not a word," Sam muttered.

"You are, hon," Sweetheart squeezed your arm. You suddenly felt the urge to cry, hot tears flooding your eyes. "You're always so kind. Ron had no place saying that to you."

"What's his last name?" Darlin' asked, unlocking their phone.

"Don't tell them that," Sam said. "I love you, Darlin', but I'm not about to let you commit homicide."

"No, no," Asher interjected. "Let them. This limp-dicked bastard deserves it."

You blinked back tears. Yes, Ron was a jerk. And you knew this: you and David had talked about it a lot. But somewhere, in the back of your mind, you thought maybe David just didn't know. He didn't know enough information to make a real judgement, he was just going off what you said, and being a good mate. Just agreeing with you because he loved you.

But the rest of the pack looked ready to murder. And while it was true, they still only had your biased version of the story, you suddenly realized that wasn't the point. The point was that you had your people, your family, who were ready to defend you no matter what. It didn't matter if you were overreacting. It mattered that you felt it. And they wanted to let you know that mattered to them.

You sniffled. "Yeah, what a dick. Give it to 'em, Darlin'."

Everyone laughed, and you smiled, wiping away your snot and tears.

"Don't cry," Sweetheart pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "You've got a whole pack of feral wolves ready to defend you."

"Scary dog privileges!" Milo agreed.

"And an investigator. And a vampire. And Babe, who could probably brat-tame your stupid coworker in a week."

"It's true," Asher chirped. Babe's lips twitched in a knowing smile.

You smiled, squeezing David's hand. "Thank you, guys. Really. It means-- well, it means a lot."

David gently rubbed your back. "We got you, Angel. Any time, any day."

"You still haven't told me his last name," Darlin' said.

Sam snatched their phone. "Don't, Darlin'."

They growled, a dark expression crossing their face. "For now."

You grinned. "For now."

[andyinchoate]

David was busy unpacking from their trip together, when Angel's voice rang from some other room.

"Daveyyy... we've been robbed!"

His head shot up and his stomach dropped. "What?!"

He was in the livingroom faster that he could go down the list of things that he hadn't taken note of after walking through the door. The T.V., the closet, the living room furniture...

But living room was untouched. The T.V. was still there. And now that he thought about it, their room was exactly as they'd left it. Everything was exactly as they'd left it when when they departed a fortnight ago. None of the drawers or cabinets were even slightly ajar, let alone like someone had riffled through them. They had sealed the house up tight.

"Angel, where are you?"

"Kitchen!" Came their melodic reply.

He found them standing with their arms crossed, one foot on the peddle bin keeping the lid open. They were staring into it blankly.

David cautiously shuffled over and peered in to see what had them so vexed.

One single, empty chip bag. Pretzels, he realised.

It then clicked into place.

"Asher..."

That little shit. He was only supposed to check the mail and leave it on the counter. Sure enough, there it was. Ash had done his job. And taken his payment, evidently.

"That little shit."

Angel's shoulders began to shake and they made a stiffled weazing sound.

They were laughing, he realised.

"It's not funny, why are you laughing? This is a huge overstep of Asher's spare key privileges!" He waved his hands indignantly at the pretzels.

The lack of pretzels.

"Come on," Angel lead him by the hand to the study, "let's see what else he got up to."

David's disbelief grew as they watched the footage from the cheap, grainy security system. "No." Those little shits. "They used our hot tub. They know we have the cameras, right?"

"Yes." Angel was cackling. At his expense, he suspected.

David was livid. The blatant disrespect lighting the screen in front of him, and they were just laughing.

They caught the woeful look on his face and quickly changed their tone. "Aww Davey, nooo." They wrapped their arms around him. "C'mon. I'm not ready for this holiday to be over yet, and I'm inspired by our friends. Get your swim trunks."

David raised a brow. "Now?"

"Of course, now. To the hot tub!"

[cudavianka]

Slice of life

It was supposed to be angst, but I had a change of heart in the middle of writing, so I guess it is what it is.

With Sam winning another round, Sam lovers, take it as a treat too.

enjoy!

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Something was wrong and he could feel it the moment he stepped into the house, shoes left on the doormat, coat hung on the rack for it to dry. Paper bag in hand, his footsteps were quiet in the pristine silence of the dimmed living room, only light being the burnt out embers in the fireplace and a lone candle burning to its inevitable demise, leaving a faint bergamot scent in the air. Everything seemed the same when he left it before he closed the doors behind him, and yet, everything seemed different.

His senses were tingling, he did not like it at all.

Walking towards the kitchen, he hit the button to turn on the led strip hung under the cabinets. His house was fancy as everyone who visited kept telling him, and he had a small swell of pride in that. For managing to do it his way, to finally make a space that felt comfortable but his. His to call, his to own and his to change within his control. Even if it was only changing the LED light to warn orange instead of blinding and harsh white on the remote attached to the wall. Someone missclicked the buttons last time.

The paper bag was soon emptied onto the counter, various items ready to be sorted out into their respective places. Few apples and a bag of plums because someone had been devouring them like crazy, two steaks wrapped neatly in brown paper, carrots and beans, some spices. Tea and coffee for him, tissues and a bag of sour gummies because he was pretty sure they would find their way into a particular wolf shifter's stomach sooner or later.

He would prefer later, judging by their sugar intake as of late, the crushed cans of redbull hidden in the trashcan because they thought they were being sneaky with pushing them all the way down. He knew. He said nothing because no matter how much he talked about it, they would not change and would keep downing them on a daily basis. Caffeine junkie that they were, they had at least half a mind to occasionally buy the sugar-free type.

The groceries were put away, shelves and cupboards closed, kettle put on the stove, water slowly reaching the boiling temperature and he could not shake off the bad feeling that started to gnaw at his back, whispers of doubt slowly stirring in his mind. The shoes were left by the jacket rack, and by that, he assumed they were home. Their coat was also hung so that was another indicator. Maybe, they slipped by the terrace glass doors and went running head first into the forest in their wolf form, but there was no draft of the window not being closed fully, the handle was turned fully down. Their scent was still lingering in the air, and so was the sandalwood of their shower gel, yet they didn't come to greet him. It wasn't like he expected that from then, maybe they were busy, but he had a feeling.

He hated having the feeling, back when he was still a human and especially now, with vampiric senses making it worse. The dread looming over him, tickling his slightly pointy ears, fangs aching for nothing because he was fully fed, the empty plastic packet still on the kitchen counter, next to bottle of water they finished at breakfast.

Until he heard a small rustle coming from the bedroom. Vampiric hearing once more, coming in handy.

"Darlin?" he called out, turning the gas down, abandoning the idea of making the tea.

No response, no other sound. Did he mishear?

"Darlin, I'm back!" more rustling, slightly more frantic. Followed by a thud, all coming from the bedroom they shared. And a curse muttered in haste.

Now, he had all the rights to be worried.

Taking few tentative steps on the stairs, he waited for something yet upon not getting any response or acknowledgement of his presence, he climbed to the upper floor, nose immediately hit with a nauseating scent. Mildly sweet and metallic.

Blood.

Doors to the rooms upstairs were all closed, every single one beside the bedroom, the faint light of a bedside lamp illuminating the wooden floors. He noticed the blanket that he put on them before he left to the shop was currently kicked off and left tangled and messy at the edge of the bed, most of it spilling onto the floor. The lamp was turned on but dimmed as much as possible, casting a faint orange glow on the wall. His pillow was thrown across the bed.

"Hey," a shaky breath left his mouth when he saw they were still there, although not in one piece. Trying to get up as they no doubt tripped on the bundled blankets, they looked miserable.

"Let me" sitting beside, his hand gently stretched towards them, fingertips softly cupping their cheek as his right arm peeled their hands away, uncovering the bloodied nose, small stream pooling on their upper lip and staining it crimson red. Nothing was fractured, just a bit bruised, easily handled with his magic. And soon enough, after just a bit of focus and pressure to the tender spot, pleasant warmth soothed the sharp pain, making them exhale, airways no longer blocked.

His healing magic was always soothing.

Swiping his thumb over the skin, he cleaned the blood, wiping it into a tissue taken from the small box on the nightstand.

"Aren't you a sight, huh?" he asked, taking a look at their face. Groggy, still laced with sleep despite the unwelcome and unpleasant wake-up call after the thud, causing them the nose bleed, hair messy and sticking in every way possible. Ever since he dragged them out of the safe confines of their bed for breakfast, much to their protest, of course, they were all...so sleepy and snuggly. When he sat down on the couch to read a bit, they joined him immediately, head on his lap, blanket over their back. Upon falling asleep and being moved to the bedroom, they did not say anything, only moving onto his side and holding onto his pillow. When he got up, a promise to get them something tasty from the grocery shop on his lips was met with only a barely coherent hum. And it seemed that while he was gone, they did not get up at all, opting for sleeping in bed.

He was glad. They deserved the rest as their body started to slowly catch up with whatever it was put through, finally being able to let go and focus on working properly, mending whatever was missing. It seemed to start with sleep, and Sam could not be happier seeing his mate taking the time to take care of themselves. Even if hesitant and lost at first due to the various sensations making them confused.

Who would have thought that after years of being on the run, constantly fighting for something unachievable, one's body could collapse to a brink? Without anything to hold it together, it just crumbled underneath the weight and he slowly was picking the pieces together. With rich and tasty meals, lots of tea, water and naps throughout the day, which not long ago was considered a heresy.

The heresy turned into something they yearned for, every time they opened their eyes.

"What happened?"

"Wanted to...see you, but I was attacked," pointing to the nightstand. He turned his head and saw the crime scene. On it, beside the lamp, was the book they tried to finish, half empty box of tissues, their keys, still full glass of water he left before going out and few small splotches of red, aftermath of their close meeting with the wooden tabletop.

He nodded, not saying anything to that, his slender fingers only caressing the skin that slowly was getting back to its usual colour, cheeks feeling fuller and livelier. Like a stagnant house that was getting lived in, their body began to feel better. Healthier.

"Is my big bad wolf getting up today at all?" he mused, gently teasing their tousled state and clothes they slept in, not meaning any malice behind his words. If it turned to that, he would rot in bed with them close, head propped up comfortably on his chest, legs tangled, breaths mingling in a soft dance, eyes closed and mind finally quiet, just soaking up the proximity, the pleasure. Ever since being turned, he lost all hopes for achieving anything remotely positive, and life bestowed him with a fierce wolf that had a knack for getting themselves in trouble.

And he would pick them up every single time, petting and soothing any bruises, kissing all the pain away just to see that crooked smile once more, better than the forgotten sun in the sky, better than the thrill of a late night drive. Better than anything he had and he would have in the future they were bound to share.

"C'mere," the statement, paired with the childish gesture of "grabby hands" as they stretched on the bed to make a spot for him, solidified any assumptions he may have had.

"Someone has to make food, Darlin'. Have you eaten anything after breakfast?" Of course not, he would have seen the mess in the kitchen or at least some tries to cover it up with measle attempts at stacking the drying rack. Kitchen was left pristine and sparkly.

"M'not hungry..." the wolf groaned, scrunching their newly healed nose at the change of topic. They wanted to hug, not to eat.

"You will be soon enough. Lazy day as it is, you still need food in here. Foreign concept, I know, " he poked against the muscles of their stomach, making them jolt and toss a hand towards his. They may have been a wolf, but belly pets were an absolute no-go, claws sharp and rady to strike the poor bastard who decided upon such a sinful indulgence.

There was something of a cat in them, with the way they were sprawled on the pillow, the warm orange light casting shadows on their face, almost imitating sunlight.

"Bullshit," they protested, voice groggy, much to his amusement.

"Oh, is it now? I'm sorry." his chuckle was the gentlest and perfect sound in the whole world and they were down badly for it. Even half asleep, brain fuzzy, body limp and unwilling to move around. When he wrapped his arms around them, they were gone and they would not have it any other way, immediately nuzzling into him, nosing at the collar of his shirt, one of the buttons digging into the flesh of their bicep, leg thrown over his hip.

"How are you feeling?" a mumbled "peachy" answered him, smile tugging at his lips because of that

"Anything else hurts?" they grumbled something under their nose, pulling themselves closer, no space in between allowed. It was not a time for casual cuddling. It was time to hog their mate all to themselves.

"Now, now. I'm not going anywhere, you know? Beside kitchen at some point" his fingers began to ran through their hair, gently undoing any knots and waves, their body practically melting into a wolf shifter puddle, breaths evening out to the point of almost falling asleep right away.

"My Darlin," he whispered against the crown of their head, lips ghosting against their forehead when they sighed, content and cosy. His arms keeping them securely in his hold, made sure nothing would happen to them. They could relax and laze around to their heart's content. And he would be right beside them.

The bad feeling disappeared the moment he saw them, it always worked like that. Never once in his new life he thought he could care for someone in this way, not because it was needed of him or expected. There were no expectations when it came to the wolf in his arms, but that wasn't an issue. He would take the spontaneous decisions and lazy days spent in their bedroom over anything else.

He turned off the lamp, the bedroom once more turning dark, only lone rays of sunlight seeping in, cloudy day not allowing much of them. If they fell asleep, so be it. There was nowhere else in the world he would rather be.

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anyway, I'm taking the spot to quickly remind that Sam already won the march redactness. Vote wisely! (the Porter love confession is still on the table people)

[indigo-greer-collins]

david has to be an absolute slut for forehead kisses, he’s all big and tall and buff so he doesn’t get them as often, but it turns him into complete mush

[berryjuicyy]

David and an Angel

*I feel this takes place a bit after or around the time of that valentines audio where Angel got David flowers OR after when david said he thought about a future with them outloud for the first time*

David has told angel that Angel lives in the moment and goes with the flow vs David in which he likes to plan for things.

Angel would take pauses in their morning routine to take a look at David while he would brush his teeth, and a warm smile would appear on their face. Angel would also sneak glances when David would cut vegetables for a dinner recipe he wanted to try. Angel would look up from playing on their switch to see David sitting on the counter, his eyes illuminated by the laptop screen he was staring at.

And each time David would look up from what he was doing with his eyebrows furrowed. He would “hmph” and grab the mouth wash. He would look up and see Angel glance away quickly and set the table. He would look up from his laptop and see Angel snuggled in the couch holding that stare for a second longer than last time and go back into their screen.

David had somehow developed a 6th sense for when his Angel was looking at him. Like something was calling him. He would now find himself smiling ever so slightly when he would feel their stare. Sometimes he will pretend not to notice, just so Angel can stare a bit longer. Other times he just wanted to see them, the way they stared at him with such bliss.

And each time Angel would hold their stare for a little longer. And every time they did that they would feel warm a bit more than last. Not that warm feeling where their face and ears flush, but that feeling in their chest just growing more and more.

BUT before David developed his 6th sense, Angel one day pulled him onto the couch. Before david opened his mouth wanting to ask “why?” Angel told him “I want to try something” and sat on the couch facing him.

After closing their eyes and taking a deeeeeep breathe, Angel opened their eyes. Not to stare or to look at David, but to see him. Angel would say nothing. Not a giggle nor a laugh.

This initially confused David because he expected his Angel to say something. And right before he was going to speak he saw the change in Angel’s eyes. He saw the smile in their eyes before a smile ever so slowly appeared on their face.

And that’s when he knew why Angel would sneak peeks at him because he was feeling it too. The feeling of feeling it all.

No words where said. Just shared smiles, breathes and little glimpses of what they saw in their future with one another. A silent way to show love, yet it was loud.

Angel and David both know that bridging is not a possibility for them and they are ok with that. He knows that Angel does not have a core like he does, but my god after that moment?

He knows that Angel reached something in him, and his core reached back. And he swears by it that he could see his angel glow.

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt.3

-darlin’ gives sam puppy dog eyes all the time both with or without their own acknowledgement (they bite their lip too and it drives sam fucking insane)

-wolves don’t particularly enjoy being touched around their lower back area, even the most controlled wolf will get uncomfortable and/or shift instinctively to protect themselves

-asher and baabe are literally johnny and mavis 

-vincent and lovely are always together. always. (where one is, the other is not far behind) 

-gavin telling freelancer they’re pretty every single day 

-freelancer telling gavin he has the kindest heart every single day (and that he’s pretty) 

-freelancer plays volleyball (they’re on a recreational team)

-darlin' and milo will forever have beef with asher and asher will always harass them. when milo says "ash, ew.." darlin' says "ash, what the fuck.."

-david ‘hardass’ shaw brought to his knees begging for forgiveness because angel called him david once 

-freelancer and huxley feed off each other’s energy and they’re both adorably loud when around each other 

-gavin and freelancer get violently upset if they’re not around each other for more than a day

-“your eyes are so pretty” was one of the first things coworker said to lasko and he stopped breathing for a solid minute

-under extreme stress, cutie loses control of their powers and it can either make them slide out of someone’s head or into everyone’s head (during the inversion they could hear everyone’s thoughts and they were trying to fight off a panic attack the whole time)

-milo and darlin' make fun of each other’s trauma (milo: “that’s why your dad doesn’t fucking love you” darlin': “your dad doesn’t love you either, bitch”)

[ryukawa29]

YEESHAW YAOI‼️‼️‼️‼️

This is my silly holiday exchange for @stardreamers25 ! It was really fun drawing your sam and david hehe 🤭

[aggro-my-beloved]

since SOME OF YALL ain’t about angst, here’s some fluffy, bite-sized, tooth-rotting headcanons to curl up in bed with a warm drink and read…

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baabe mastered the art of knitting long ago, and each holiday season they will hand make themselves and asher matching sweaters. three sweaters, to be exact, so his wolf form can also wear one when it gets chilly outside. only two of six sweaters have been regifted or donated since this last year, when asher admitted to being allergic to the wool material purposed for the first two sweaters gifted to him by baabe. of course, he did spill after more than a year of owning them that “last winter’s bug wasn’t a bug at all, it was me being an idiot” but baabe thought it adorable that asher spared his feelings (and immune system) for them, nonetheless.

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milo and sweetheart stay up each year to watch the first snowfall greet dahlia’s grounds. in preparation they drink egg nog amidst expiring (regular for milo, spiked for sweetheart), while they form a trio to Michael Bublé and——“ariana grande? *scoffs* “ash must’ve added that one.” still they waltz around the baige-bathed, dwarfish living room of their apartment, with aggro leaping in toe. he is freshly three years old, and has made it his birthday mission to reach the spiked poof of red and sienna yarn attached to the toque fit snug on his owner’s head. the yule log on the grainy television exudes no heat, but the humming radiator and milo’s body swaying with theirs warms sweetheart plenty.

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“you little snot.” david chastises his partner as the icing smeared on his nose begins solidifying. leave it to him to accept angel’s invitation to build gingerbread houses on their first shared holiday. and leave it to angel to pursue their menace activities like clockwork. he grumbles something about acting indecent on a national holiday, but as angel’s come to discover, the sharp tone is all for show. at their suggestion to go clean him up with outstretched hand, david takes the risk and allows them to guide him to the kitchen for a paper towel and fresh glass of cider. his mate then pauses in the threshold, sparing a glance to the top of the doorway. “huh.” david’s eyes follow the same trail and all he can muster is a scoff at the mistletoe dangling above them. “you know, angel, if you wanted a kiss all you had to do was ask.”