#but for David x Asher

[deezbignutz]

I love Guy so much <3

So I'm gonna rant about him (and a little bit abt myself too) rn bc I have free will >:))) (And also probably autism and an unhealthy fixation but oh welp)

I've never had a crush for as long as I can remember and I still to this day don't have one, but I feel like the closest thing I gonna get to having one is Guy.

Cuz he's so friggin funny, and laughs a lot, and makes references to movies and Vines, and just all the fun shit I do and love seeing in a person.

Whenever I'm going something like drawing or some shit and don't wanna listen to music, I usually listen to Redacted cuz I love listening to people talk. And most of the time I go for Guy's bc he was one of my firsts playlists and he talks and I love listening to people talk and he isn't heavy on lore. (not saying I don't like the lore, I love that shit. the other half of the time I listen to Redacted 101 because worldbuilding is the shit)

I've even downloaded some of his videos to listen to them when I'm somewhere with no wifi and also it looks like I'm just listening to music, which is a plus 👍 (I've also almost memorised most of his audios from listening to them so much but you don't have to know that)

And Idk if I'm just dululu abt this, but I feel like he is the most "real" out of all the characters that isn't too boring. Like, if I were think of meeting one of the Redacted bois irl but not think of them as your lover/a character and not some generic dude, it would probably be Guy.

Cuz like, Lasko is a whiny stuttering bottom, which you don't really see out in the wild most of the time, David is some intimidating gruff dude that, from where I live anyways, don't rly exist, and Vincent is kinda just a nice person, if you think abt it. (Please don't take offence to any of these, I don't mean them in a bad way, just summing their characters up)

He's just a funny little guy (haha, see what I did there) and I live for funny shit. How I would kill to be Honey.

ALSO @slushiepizza's "Beautiful Eyes" got me dead. ABSOLUTELY DECEASED. It's short and sweet and I actually did a backflip it was so amazing. And no, I will not be reading "The Pursuit of Catharsis", at least not yet bc I refuse to believe there's a Guy/Honey fanfic floating around with hurt no comfort as one of the tags.

TL;DR, I love Guy and I am very lonely and I need a new hyperfixation.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[kiwii-11]

get a grip!

in which . . . darlin’ gets confronted by the shaw pack boys in their hopes of finding out more on their ‘budding interest’ with a certain southern vampire.

or . . . david, asher and milo, in older brother-like fashion, poke fun at tank for how flustered they get whenever sam is brought up.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them used, second person pov, some bland sex jokes, boys teasing darlin’/tank while they reject the idea, injury mention, obv set before the solstice w sam, a bit after david confronts tank and they have a pack meeting about it, they are also still a bit nervous about being back, mentions of high school shaw pack, darlin’!reader

“please get home safe. it’s a bit far to yours.” you say as you stand on the pavement.

“i always do, darlin’.” sam chuckles as he unlocks his car. you notice the way his eyes linger in you for a moment. “call me when mr shaw finds something out about quinn, okay? i’ll do the same.”

you nod your head and wrap your arms around yourself to keep warm. it was only 10pm and sam was just now leaving your apartment after you gave him the rundown of the pack meeting that happened yesterday. he would’ve stayed longer if it weren’t for a couple of newborns causing trouble back with the clan. you had told him the meeting was about further information on what they could do about quinn, and while you still felt uneasy about discussing it with your pack, you promised david.

you’re brought back to the present when you feel sam gently pat your shoulder. “can i give ya’ a hug?”

you’ve noticed him some sort of mother hen, always looking after people. he also always seems to know when you need the attention you didn’t know could be offered. you let out a short hum of confirmation.

he squeezes your gently around your shoulders as you loosely hold onto his torso. you feel relaxed, even though it was only for a second. you swear he can hear your heart thumping against your chest harder than any punch you could throw.

“i’ll come by on thursday to check up on you, alright? you have a good night, darlin’.” he says with a sweet smile. you almost falter.

“you too, sam.”

you watch as his car drives off into the direction of his house, to which you let out a sigh of relief. turning back to your apartment building, you stop when you notice a figure standing behind the tree nearby. you pause, trying to find some sort of reasoning for them to be hiding out this late. maybe a teenager trying to sneak back in? no, that wouldn’t make any sense, the windows can’t open wide enough to do that. they don’t smell familiar. you grow wary.

as you walk closer, the figure shivers and stills. it makes you only a bit more annoyed. who was this?

in a swift motion, you have them face first pressed against the concrete with your knee weighing down on their middle back. you keep an arm in your grip as you pull the hood off their head. “why the hell are you spy—?”

“ow, ow, ow, ow, surrender, surrender, i surrender!” you recognised that whiney voice and ruffled hair from anywhere.

you get up and pull the man up to his feet as well. “asher, what the fuck are you doing stalking my apartment building?” you grunt.

“i didn’t mean to!” the pack beta complains, rubbing his arm as he picks up the bag from the ground, “i—i tried calling you but you weren’t picking up! i found this game we gotta’ start playing, it looks totally sick!”

your brow twitches as you sigh, rubbing your forehead, “my phone’s charging in my room. and it’s late at night, what are you still doing up? and… why do you smell different?”

as you guide him into the building, asher trails behind with a wide smile. “well i couldn’t sleep, and i remember at the pack meeting yesterday you said you were fine, but then david told me after that you said you had a hard time falling asleep on days you don’t work, so i thought i could come over and we could play some.” he explains to you as you enter the elevator. “and this is my mate’s jacket. you’re probably picking up their scent.”

you nod your head as you rub your neck.

“oh, you gotta’ meet them at some point soon, they’ve been dying to get to know you! my mate has this whole dinner planned so you can meet all the other mates too!” he cheerfully informs you. if he was in his wolf form, he’d definitely be wagging his tail. “we’re all excited to have you back.”

you glance at him. asher is already looking back at you. the numbers on the elevator wall suddenly look so appealing. “thanks, ash.”

the doors open and you lead him into your apartment. he’s already here so you might as well play that game. as he sets it up on your console, you grab him a drink. it’s awkward for you as you sit and wait.

“by the way, who was that guy?” he suddenly asks as he hands you a controller.

you freeze. “what guy?”

asher laughs a little, “y’know, the guy you were just with outside. with the cowboy accent.” he blinks at you before he raises a brow. “wait, was he some booty call? damn, it’s not even midnight, you guys work fast—”

“he is not some—ugh, no, asher, that’s… that’s sam.” you admit to him.

he stares at you as you stare at the menu screen. “‘sam’? as in, the vampire who’s helping you?”

“yeah, i just wanted to talk to him about what was going on.” you say shortly.

asher nods his head as he goes through the instructions with you in quiet. the music from the game sound off at a low volume due to the time, but it’s a type of quiet that puts you at ease.

“so are you two fuckin’ or what?”

you slap his arm with furrowed brows. “get out of my apartment, asher.”

he begins to laugh a little, “what? c’mon, you gotta tell me! i didn’t know you had a thing for cowboys—”

“we’re not—god, asher…” you feel so embarrassed thinking about how he witnessed you and sam say ‘goodbye’. though it wasn’t even that bad, the implications he was making were wildly out of reach. “i don’t think of him like that.”

“oh really? ‘cause david said—”

“david’s a liar!”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

“i’m telling him you said that.”

you begin the game.

“don’t tell david i said that.”

he ended up leaving your apartment at 12am with a teasing grin and hopes to continue your game together.

a few days later, you had promised david that you would go on an afternoon jog with him since it was his day off and his mate was at work. he wanted a little tour around your block for a change, but you knew it was just so he could make sure the area was safe for you.

the park was deemed a good place to rest for a second and catch your breath. trailing behind david was definitely a workout. you hadn’t trained with him in years, subsequently forgetting that he lived and breathed the gym. while you weren’t any stranger to the idea, you more-so worked out at home in the spare room you turned into a home gym. it was nothing compared to david’s routine, though.

you had noticed that his scent had changed, just slightly. a new washing detergent, or something. when you commented on it, he claimed that his mate insists on doing their washing and changed the detergent they used. you say that it smells nice anyway.

“asher said you called me a liar last night.”

“that’s little…” you scowl as you tie your shoelaces, “he was just saying shit. and he dropped in on me at 10pm.”

“what were you guys talking about?” he asks as he opens his water bottle.

you’re hesitant to tell him and he notices. david already has an inkling on what you and sam were, but in truth there was no label to put on it. it didn’t matter what you felt, only what was true.

“just about the pack meeting,” you say at first but you notice david’s raised brow that makes your resolve crumble, “and sam…”

“so that’s it, then? what does that have to do with me being a liar?” he questions.

“you told him that sam was the one who told you about quinn and me being back,” you huff as you wipe the sweat off your forehead, “and now he thinks we’re—ugh…”

“sleeping together?” he finishes.

“yeah.” you huff.

“well, are you not?” he huffs back.

“no!” you scowl, standing back up with your arms crossed, “let’s just go now.”

“it doesn’t matter if you are,” david reiterates as he begins to jog behind you, “we couldn’t care less what you two do, just as long as it doesn’t endanger you or the pack.”

“we are not sleeping together,” you groan as you look back at the pack alpha, “sam just comes over and checks up on me or to tell me shit about quinn.”

“hm, is that so?” you see him begins to jog in line with you. his tone makes you squint your eyes at him. “he told me that he had to come over and save your ass once. bleeding out on the couch and everything.”

“only because i let him save me,” you state, “i could’ve healed myself.”

“we both know you’re about as good as asher when it comes to healing magic.” david claims. he dodges your heated glare. “you know i don’t think sam’s trouble.”

“i know, david…” you mumble under your breath.

he continues your jog without another word on it. you’re thankful; david at least had half the mind to notice when you were done with the conversation.

unfortunately, asher didn’t, which is why david holds you back from hitting him in the head when you two see not only the beta, but milo waiting outside your apartment building as well.

“a cowboy? really, tank?” milo grumbles with crossed arms.

“what’re you talking about, jersey boy?” you scoff back as you reluctantly let the three pack members into the apartment building, “what are you two doing here? again, asher?”

“hey, milo wants to see the southern vamp!” asher chuckles as the elevator door opens. before he can continue, david nudges his rib to shut him up, allowing your unempowered neighbours leave the elevator and make way for you four. in the safety of the elevator, he continues. “when is sam coming over again?”

“i’m not telling you! you’ll just drag these two back here to catch us!” you claim, already feeling a buzz of embarrassment in the air.

“doin’ what, huh?” milo nudges you gently with a sly smirk, “what do you two get up to?”

“nothing!” you claim.

“they hugged last night!” asher shakes your shoulders vigorously, to which david pries the beta’s hands off you. “can you believe it?”

“no fuckin’ way, he hugged you and got to keep his limbs?” milo laughs out as the doors open. they follow you to your apartment. you silently wondered what your neighbours thought about you letting four different men into your apartment at such different times. “goddamn, he’s got guts.”

the three of them had only seen your apartment a handful of times, but the older and youngest seemed to act like they had been there the whole time. your pantry is raided of your snacks and and your fridge rid of your drinks. david warned them to slow down.

“i’ve never seen anyone else get that close to you,” milo points out as he sips from a can, “you into him?”

“you guys are crazy,” you scoff as you shake your head and move passed milo to the fridge, “i’ve known him for like… three months.”

“david fell in love with his mate when he first met them.” asher juts a thumb out to their alpha, to which he grumbles under his breath. “it’s not bad if you’re into him.”

“i’m not.” you sigh as drink from your bottle of water.

“so how come you got that wretched piece of clothing sittin’ on your couch?” milo questions as he makes his way to the said place. he picks up the flannel by the collar with a judging look. “doesn’t smell like ya’. vamps have that certain kinda’ scent, don’t they?”

“tank, there’s nothing wrong with being… involved with sam,” david says again with crossed arms over his chest, “just be safe.”

“you’re taking this out of proportion,” you let our a dry laugh as you grab the flannel from milo’s hands and toss it onto the solo seat in the corner, “our relationship is purely transactional.”

“and by ‘transactional’, you mean—”

“ash, ew.”

“just admit to us that you like the cowboy vampire and we’ll be outta’ your hair.” asher giggles out with some schoolboy listening to gossip in the locker rooms. “i didn’t get a good look at him, though, is he sexy?”

“ash!” you grumble out in protest.

“remember the guy they had a crush on in high school?” david inputs from his seat at your counter, “the one from the band?”

“oh yeah!” milo joins in, “the drummer, right? he was pretty cute then, i remember tank gettin’ all flustered whenever he would invite them to watch their practice.”

“don’t even start.” you warn.

“and they accidentally shifted when he came up to us on our way to school!” asher’s voice makes you rush over to him and slam your fist against his back. “ow! and—and we had to tell him that they were the new school mascot!”

their laughter voids into the room, which makes you grow more aggravated. with a middle finger, you exit the area.

“i’m gonna’ take a shower and by the time i’m done, your mess is cleaned up and you are all out of here,” you huff as you turn away to your room, “thanks, david.”

“you’re welcome,” he replies, “let’s go, guys.”

you hear their whines to not leave until you shut your door and grab a towel. the shower you took definitely calmed your down a little more and refreshed you after your jog with david.

one of the reasons sam had visited you so often was also due to your injuries facing other vampires. your last wound, a deep scratch on the right side of your torso, was still yet to heal properly. you didn’t want to tell this to the others, though, that you weren’t fully healed. they would pry further and you weren’t fully ready to speak to them.

your shower finishes and you change into new clothes when you walk into your bedroom again, your phone ringing on your bedside table. walking over, you notice the three-lettered name.

“hello?”

“hey, sorry for the abrupt call,” sam’s voice comes through your device, making you stand up a little straighter, “i tried textin’, but i wasn’t gettin’ any answers. i’m outside your apartment, darlin’.”

“you’re what?” you jump into action, rushing out your bedroom into the kitchen and living room area. luckily, you’re met with silence and no sign of the boys. the sun had just gone down; did he come over as soon as he could?

“yeah, i’m outside. you didn’t hear me knock?” sam asks.

“i was in the shower, i’ll let you in.” you hang up immediately and, using your towel, try to shake out the rest of the water from your head. you prayed to whoever that the boys had left as soon as you got into the shower, and they didn’t bump into sam. taking a deep breath, you open the door with your towel around your neck. “hi.”

“hey, darlin’,” sam chimes with the same smile as always; you’d think he was trained for this, “sorry ‘bout all this.”

“oh, no it’s fine,” you wave it off and let him inside, “what were you here for?”

“to drop these off for ya’,” he says and he places a couple of medicine pills and supplies on the counter, “for the one on your side. hopefully it’ll help it heal better.”

you look at each of the items. “oh, um, thank you.” you sheepishly say.

“do you mind if i… take a quick look?” he worriedly mutters out.

no matter how many times he asks, you always get a bit heated up. you clear your throat and sit on the counter seats, gently lifting up the side of your loose shirt.

you hear sam inhale sharply at the sight. he warns you about his touch, to which you allow. “it’s still bad, but… it’s definitely gettin’ better.”

“you think so?” you mutter out.

“yep,” he says, tugging your shirt back down to cover it up, “still as strong as ever, ain’t ya’?”

you let out a small chuckle before sam begins to go through what each item does for your health. while only half listening, you can only stare at him and the crease of his brows as he explains everything. sure enough, he was in a flannel and some jeans. you begin to think about asher’s question from earlier. did you find him attractive?

“you listenin’, darlin’?” he speaks up, snapping you out of your trance.

“huh? oh yeah, i was,” you falsely state, “thank you.”

“mhm.” he huns with a knowing smile. it falters for a moment before he looks to the wall by the tv. “you hear that?”

“hear what?” you stand again and tilt your head. “i didn’t hear anything. it’s probably my neighbour’s cat rummaging around. i hear it sometimes at night.”

“huh. okay.” sam shrugs it off as what you said. his sense of hearing was impressive, as you’ve noted since that time he heard you let out a sharp gasp after trying to replace some bloodies bandages on your own while he was in the kitchen. “what did you get up to today?”

“went on a jog with david,” you say, to which sam immediately stands up straight, “got some paperwork to get through, like contracting and some stuff. that’s about it. you?”

“one of the newborns is still hesitant on feeding, as you’d expect. vincent and i are tryna’ ease ‘em through it, but it takes a toll, y’know?” he claims as he rubs his neck, “the thought if you came to mind when i passed the infirmary. just imagined that you’d need some more help with that one.”

you find his words to be like honey. sweetens your bitter taste, but in a different way to everyone else.

“that’s kind of you. oh that reminds me, you left your shirt here,” you claim as you walk to the couch to retrieve it, but you find nothing, “huh… i must’ve misplaced it.”

“it’s fine, i’ll get it another day.” he waves his hand dismissively.

“did you want a drink or something?” you offer with a small smile, “gotta’ warn you, though, no tennessee whiskey.”

“hardy har, that’s a good song and you know it,” he rolls his eyes at your joke and he shakes his head, “i’d love to stay, but vincent needs some help with surveillance at wonderworld. we’re hoping to not catch another shifter tryna’ get into trouble.”

“oh, so now you’re funny?” you laugh along with him as you escort him to the door, “see you on thursday, then.”

“yes, til then.” he hums out sweetly to you. as he stands in the door way, he reaches out to grab the towel and wipe some water droplets off your cheek. “rest easy, darlin’. wanna’ see your face on thursday.”

his smile is the last thing you see as he walks off into the elevator, waving at you, and you close the door. leaning your head against the wood, you groan quietly to yourself.

and after a few seconds, you sigh, “shit…”

then, out bursts asher and milo from the coats closet beside you.

“I KNEW IT!” asher screams so loud that you nearly sock him in the face before realising it was him, “YOU HAVE A THING FOR ERRON BLACK!”

“don’t call him that, ash, he’s not a game character,” david groans from around the corner, the hallway to your room, “can’t believe you can stand to not talk for that long.”

“i can’t believe they were so obviously swoonin’ over the southerner but won’t admit it,” milo chimes in with his hands on his hips, “so that’s the vamp that’s got ya’ in a headlock, huh? could probably smell the desperation on ya’.”

he waves the flannel in your face, to which you snatch out of his hands and put on the couch again. “i thought i told you guys to get out.”

“milo’s right, who knew the guy had charms like that? got ol’ tank leaning against the door like ‘oh my goodness, he’s so handsome and sexy and his accent, ah!’.” asher over exaggerates your vocal tone. you have to hold yourself back from shifting and tearing his head off. “so dramatic.”

“you’re dramatic.” you scowl in embarrassment.

“alright, that’s enough,” david waves his hands between the both of you, “let’s leave tank alone. they have their own feelings to sort out.”

“there’s nothin’ to ‘sort out’, they definitely like him!” milo claims as he’s getting ushered out the door with asher not too far behind, complaining the same, “this ain’t over, tank! i wanna’ know this guy’s wardrobe!”

“tell us all the hot details, ha!” asher’s last words makes you cover your face in your hands. so annoying!

“hey,” david’s calm demeanour pulls through, “take your time with it. you know you’re allowed to do these kinda’ things.”

he gives you a short ruffle on the head before he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

you’re left with your own thoughts again. and the overwhelming feeling of asher finally being right about something first.

you were most definitely into that cowboy vampire.

[capitalisticveins]

David x Asher: Boring, overdone, repetitive, overrated, already canon in Imperium Universe

Angel x Baabe: Underrated, new, funny, no content so we have material, true pride

me x you: 😳

[moronkyne]

Redactober; Day 3, Asher

Prompt; Accidents. Maybe you just so happened to accidentally confess to your future beta. Maybe Moronkyne was out of ideas already. Maybe I’m about to go cry.

[cinnamontoatscoreyart]

OH OH OKKKK SOOOOO I DREW DAVID AND ANGEL!!! She is a dancer and then I also drew some goofy stuff

[lookitseddie]

imp!asher who wanted to take imp!david's last name. imp!asher who was not allowed that privilege. imp!asher who didn't change the pack's name when he became alpha so that in some terribly desperate way, he could still call himself a shaw.

[tommytomatoe]

the way milo harps on asher about his hair every chance he gets makes me think he wants to run his fingers threw it. maybe rustle it up, twirl a strand around his finger, tug on the roots a little. i don’t know, just a little sus is all…

[achios]

idk if this has been done before but this is so dasher

[slightlystupidhun]

*David and Angel sitting across the table from Tank and Sam*

David: Do you know why I called you here?

Sam: No. Sir, I have no idea.

*David setting a large vase of yellow roses on the table.*

David: Can you read the note for me Tank?

Tank: ‘Don’t marry David. I’m better. Don’t marry him. Marry Me.’

Sam: ???

David: Tank I need you to stop hitting on my m-

Tank: I thought you knew me better than this David.

*everyone confused*

Tank: I wouldn’t get Angel yellow roses. Those symbolize friendship. I would get them red roses, symbolizing deep passionate love. Also I probably wouldn’t get them flowers. I’d get them more bells in Animal Crossing. David don’t underestimate my determination.

*all of them flabbergasted*

David: Then Who???

Tank: Whoever would put a giant M on the back of the note card. And I doubt Milo would do that.

David: GOD DAMNIT MICHAEL

[vegaly-art]

So... Wedding audio releases today :). (I do not have EA so it is today for me).

And in celebration, have my take on Asher, Babe, David and Angel in their wedding gear <3. (Little sneak peak for the massive character design project I'm doing for most of the Redacted Cast :3)

I'm also trying out some funky colours for my sketches and may well do so for the next bit. Honestly posting sketches and such could do me some good XD. Since I am not getting many paintings done any time soon.

So... yeah :).

[t0rturedangel]

୧ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა . . . ♰ ୨ৎ Redacted audio / asmr masterlist

꣹ ㅤ◜ 𝒾 ⠀⦂ REDACTED AUDIO ㅤ♥︎ ㅤ／ ︎𝅄 ׄ ໒꒱  〬 𓂂 ׄ ㅤSHE ~ HER & THEY ~ THEMㅤㅤ!reader𝟢𝟣. Redacted Audio characters x reader ㅤ𝟢𝟤. Platonic and romantic ⠀︶꒦꒷︶ most of the redacted audio characters ㅤ  ︎ ︎ ｡｡ ⠀ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( Ⓒ𝓉★𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 )

𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 ⠀ ⨾ ⠀may not be every character because there are so many, but these are all of the ones I've listended to!

˚₊‧꒰ა˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬♡໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ㅤㅤ➯ SHIFTERS

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . David Shaw // 'Angel' Shaw

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Asher Talbot // 'Baaabe' Talbot

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Milo Greer // 'Sweetheart'

ㅤㅤ➯ VAMPIRES

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Vincent Solaire // 'Lovely' Solaire

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Sam Solaire // 'Darlin''

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Porter Solaire // 'Treasure'

ㅤㅤ➯ ELEMENTALS

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Lasko Moore // 'Coworker' (dear?)

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Damien {________} // Huxley {________}

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Kody {________} // no one

ㅤㅤ➯ SEERS

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Blake {_______} // 'Bestie' (?)

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Morgan {_______} // (i don't know what his listener is called yet)

ㅤㅤ➯ DE[A]MONS

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Caelum {_____} // 'Silly' / 'Freelancer'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Gavin {_____} // 'Freelancer' / 'Deviant'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Regulus {_____} // his listener (they don't have a nickname)

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Vega {______} // 'Warden'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Avior {_______} // 'Starlight'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Hush (ik he's not techinaclly a de[a]mon) // 'Doc'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Yandere caller (Azmidi i think) // 'Sweetie'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Brachium {_______} // 'Little one'

ㅤㅤ➯ DREAMWALKERS

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Elliot {______} // 'Sunshine'

ㅤㅤ➯ UNEMPOWERED

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Aaron {________} // 'Smartass'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Ollie {________} // (can't remember what his listener is called)

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Ivan {________} // 'Baby' & 'Beautiful'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Geordi {________} // 'Cutie'

৲ ৲ ♥︎ . Guy {________} // 'Honeyy'

˚₊‧꒰ა˚̣̣̣ ꒷︶†︶꒷˚̣̣̣︶ ͡𑁬♡໒ ͡ ︶˚̣̣̣꒷︶†︶꒷ ˚̣̣̣໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[redactedattackeded]

Things in my out of context quotes note as the Shaw Pack + mates pt. 4

milo: wimp. are you scared of being british?

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tank: if they sleepin on you…tuck em in

sam: why-

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angel: my dog’s name……i meant to say ‘my ken’s job is-

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asher: heat stroke is temporary, swag is forever

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babe: who needs hallmark channel movies when ratatouille exists

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milo: i have to play nice otherwise the rat takes away my paycheck

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angel: wait where did it go-

sweetheart: you airdropped it to the void

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asher : *smiling while typing on his phone*

david: ooo are you texting your date?

asher: no i’m posting about fall out boy on my instagram story😁

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babe: i hope you enjoyed my jennifer coolidge and owen wilson impressions while i talked about my gogurt

[kiwii-11]

can’t be comfy!

in which . . . the shaw pack boys seek forgiveness from their mates, who’ve 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 david’s, some deep-rooted attachment in asher’s, jealousy in milo’s, angel! reader, babe! reader, sweetheart! reader

.*• 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 didn’t go well.

“where are you going?” he asks as he watches you pick up a your pillow and a blanket from the closet as you head to the bedroom exit, “hey, did you hear me?”

“i wouldn’t want to talk your ear off all night and give you a ‘bigger headache’ than what you already have,” you mutter out, speaking the same words david had used against you during dinner, “i’m sleeping on the couch, david.”

he feels like a vein has popped.

“seriously? it’s freezing cold, the dead of winter,” david points out with furrowed brows as he changes into new clothes — he’s not used to seeing your back turned to him while he did that, “angel—”

“i—…” you huff out with tense shoulders, “i just want to give you your space.”

your tone was mocking, but you meant it deep down. maybe you were just a bit much for him right now.

david doesn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t matter that nobody would read it but yourself, as long as it was readable.

an hour and a half later, you’re 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 would’ve 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 didn’t 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 — he’s had enough.

in one full swoop, he’s got you scooped up into his arms and he’s 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.

“hm?” you mumble out as you begin to open your eyes.

“shh, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers back as he settles in beside you, “i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said that to you earlier, i like talking to you, angel.”

“i’m sorry too… for not letting you relax.” you say quietly against his chest, sleep already taking over you again.

david seems to notice. “go to sleep, angel.”

your arm wraps around his waist and tugs you closer to his warmth. “how come you moved me back?”

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. “i can’t rest knowing that i could be sleeping next to you instead.”

the smile on your face can’t be suppressed — you know him too well, he’s just a big softie at heart. and you could hear it beating as hard as a drum.

“ya’ big baby.” 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.

“i love you, angel.” he mutters against you. you’re fast asleep, but the way you nuzzle closer into him tells him everything he needs to know.

.*• asher talbot

“what? you were serious?” asher trails behind you like… for the lack of a better term, a lost puppy.

“yes, asher,” you grumble out as you collect the spare pillows and blankets from the linen closet, “i’m sleeping on the couch.”

“c’mon, babe, i’m sorry, i didn’t know it was special like that,” he claims as he tugs on the blanket, “i didn’t mean what i said.”

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 ‘buy a new one of those weird thingies’, you just snapped at him. it was a very personal matter that he seemed to take lightly. you told him he’d be sleeping alone tonight because of this whole ordeal. truthfully, he didn’t 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.

“babe, i—i’m really sorry, i didn’t know,” he mumbles out again, “i didn’t mean to make you cry.”

you still knew he only had good intentions, but your frustration would only boil up and explode in his face if you weren’t left alone to dwell on it.

“i know, ash,” you sigh as you fix your pillow, “please, just go to bed.”

you swear you could hear him frown with your back turned to him. he mumbles out a short ‘okay’ before heading to your shared bedroom. after a few minutes, your makeshift bed is set up and you’re ready to get some sleep. but you can’t rest.

you’re 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.

“i’m sorry, i couldn’t do it, i can’t leave you alone,” he says from his spot at the end of the couch again, “please, babe, can i sleep here with you?”

“it’s 1am, ash, why are you still up?” you whisper out with a wavy voice.

“i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re mad at me.” he claims quietly.

“i’m not mad, i just… can’t sleep.”

it’s like his ears perk up at that, because his voice goes up a little in tone. “me neither. so…?”

after a second, you open the blanket. “c’mere—”

you’re 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.

“i’m so sorry, babe.” he mumbles against your shirt.

you swallow your nerves and retort, “i know, ash, it’s okay. it was an accident.”

“i made you cry.” he states.

“don’t worry about it, i’m… just a big crybaby.” you sigh out.

“i don’t want to make you cry, babe,” he says as he lifts himself up, “i can try and glue it back together if that’s okay with you?”

you can see his eyes even in the dark with the streetlights upon his face. reaching up, you rub his cheek. “yeah, okay. we can try that.”

milo leans against your hand before he leans down and presses a few kisses to your lips. he was surely the clingy kind, you don’t know what you were expecting by asking him to leave you alone for more than an hour in the same house. but you wouldn’t change it.

“all this time apart is making me sleepy, babe.” asher says as he lays back down against you.

you hold him tight and respond, “should we head back to bed, then?”

“nah, i’m already comfy like this,” he whispers back to you as he begins to fall asleep, “goodnight, babe, i’m sorry again. i’ll make it up to you.”

you brush your fingers along his neck and kiss the side of his head. “goodnight, asher. it’s okay. thank you.”

he has that stupid smile on his face as he hugs you tight. you find yourself falling asleep a mere five minutes later.

.*• 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.

“knew the department was full of assholes, but that lil’ ‘ex-partner’ of yours was really gettin’ on my nerves, sweetheart,” milo huffs as he pulls off his overcoat and places it in the closet beside him, “if he mentioned that ‘one trip to san diego’ one more time, i was gonna’ swing at the sucker.”

“yet you’re not jealous, huh?” you mumble out as you sit on the couch and untie your shoes.

“hell no! i just hated the way he was lookin’ and talkin’ about ya’, like everyone already knows you two were work partners before, don’t need to keep it in the conversation,” he shakes his head as he speaks, “and why do you keep sayin’ that i’m jealous? you want me to be?”

“no, milo, but it’s fine if you are. you just spent the whole hour trip home talking about how much that guy pisses you off,” you explain to him as you rub your neck to relieve some stress, “everyone at work knows that i am in love with you.”

“obviously not that jackass judgin’ by the way he was practically undressing you with his eyes.” 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 everyone’s partners were invited and he wanted to spend the night with you. what you hadn’t 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 bit… feisty.

now, you were here, arguing with milo about his attitude at the party and how he won’t own up to it. you just wanted him to realise that his jealousy towards your coworker wasn’t unwarranted, per say, but rather didn’t 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.

“sweetheart? where the hell—?” he begins as he paces through the corridor to find you in your new ‘bed’, “what is this? the fuck are you doin’ out here?”

“i don’t wanna’ argue all night, milo, just let me sleep out here.” you sigh as you lay a hand over your eyes.

he furrows his brows and crosses his arms. “you ain’t sleepin’ here, sweetheart.”

“yes i am.”

“no, you’re not.”

you glare at each other for a short moment before milo rolls his eyes and rounds back to the room. you think that he’s finally letting it go and listening to you for the first time tonight. however, the silence only lasts a few minutes.

“what are you doing?” you deadpan as you watch milo trudge back into the living room with the bed blanket and pillows.

“the fuck does it look like? i’m sleepin’ here too,” he scoffs as he attempts to make the floor beside you, “i don’t want the bedroom if you’re not there.”

“don’t be silly.” you say as you lean up on your arm.

“you’re bein’ silly, tryna’ sleep out here all alone,” milo retorts with a shake of his head, “i don’t care that we were fighting, i always wanna’ come back to bed with you.”

you stare at him and he tries to get comfortable on the rug. it’s a scene, really — 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.

“move over.” you say as you lift yourself up from the couch.

as you’re squeezing into the spot in between him and the couch, he scoffs, “hey, don’t sleep on the floor, idiot, you’ll hurt your back…”

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 he’s pretty sure he’s 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 you’ve known all along.

“i love you, always.” you whisper against him.

he exhales through his nose and plays with your hand. “i love you too, sweetheart, forever.”

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.

“maybe i was a little jealous.”

“told you so.”

[deezbignutz]

HOLD ON GUYS

HOLD ON GUYS

HOLD ON GUYS

HOLD ON GUYS

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Aaron x Guy?

Ollie x Guy?

Flyboi Ivan x Guy?

Lasko x Guy?

[attackonchaewon]

this is what angel looks like in my head :3

[biteforblood]

[ HEADCANONS #2 ] various.

✶ notes : gn!reader, fluff, sillies being silly, cursing, 0.4k

huxley owns and is always wearing a pearl choker. that! or a simple chain choker, one of the two. was it a gift from the damn crew damien specifically, or from his moms, or did he buy it himself? you decide :)

geordi is a tall ass bitch, like the top of his head touches typical door frames. and, yes, he has hit his head an embarrassing amount of times, no he hasn’t learned his lesson

lasko wears glasses — like thin silver wire frame, constantly sliding down his nose and needing to be pushed back up, wiping them on his shirt every five seconds ( totally not…projecting… )

also also, his hair isn’t necessarily long, but it’s not short either. it’s like long enough to tie back into a small ponytail, but short enough that not all of it stays tied back so he has to keep pushing it away from his face cause it’s super bothersome

sam loves doing chores. he legit enjoys them, it’s very relaxing for him ; mowing, dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, laundry, the list goes on ( totally not another projection… ) and yes darlin’ enjoys teasing him about it

asher had really bad cystic acne growing up ; he would constantly pick at it ( still does, as with all blemishes ) it cleared up a lot as he got older, but there’s some scarring left behind

similarly…ish, lasko has really sensitive skin. like, if he gets a small itch and scratches it, in two seconds, his skin is fuckin’ bright pink in that spot. he has to be super careful with what soaps and lotions and colognes he uses because, if it isn’t compatible, it is not compatible

david has constant stubble. he has to shave every. single. morning. and even then, it only allows him a few hours of a nice smooth face ; angel loves him smooth, stubble-y, or scruffy all the same

when the two are home together, aaron gives smartass’s ass a smack every time they walk by or cross paths. they make sure to do the same right back to him, partially because it’s funny payback, and partially because it incites a fun chase

damien is a total blanket thief and hog. i know he naturally runs hot, but the thought of him wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, his poofy head sticking out, it just…it makes me giggle

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