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Sweetheart doesn’t use pet names.

Milo was well aware of this fact. They didn’t mind him calling them Baby or Sweetheart, but they warned several times that they don’t give people pet names. The closest they got was nicknames for their little brother. This was fine with Milo. He didn’t want Sweetheart to do something for him just because it was stereotypical. It would be nice, sure, but if they say they don’t give them then he’ll respect that.

So, you can only imagine his shock one morning when Sweetheart sleepily mumbled a “Love”.

“What was that?” Milo asked, turning his head to look at them.

“I told you I was behind you,” Sweetheart repeated, rubbing sleep out of one of their eyes. Their hand came up to rest against his lower back as they skirted around him.

“No, no, you just called me Love,” Milo said, a grin spreading across his face.

Sweetheart froze for a second, processing. “I did not,” they denied, but even they sounded unsure.

“You so did!” Milo nearly crowed.

Groaning, Sweetheart went back to making their morning tea. “What does it even matter? Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”

“Oh, it’s totally not a big deal,” Milo said sarcastically. “Mx. “I don’t give people pet names, ever” giving me the honour of a pet name is not a big deal.”

“‘The honour of a pet name’,” Sweetheart scoffed. “Really, Mi?”

“Oh come on, I’ve, like, unlocked the next level of relationship with you,” Milo joked. He kissed their cheek on the way by them, grinning like a fool. “Let me have this,” he added.

“It’s such a basic one though,” Sweetheart grumbled, “it’s not even original. Not even special.”

“Trust me, it’s special when you say it,” Milo said to them over his shoulder.

“Yeah? And how is that?”

“Because I’m madly in love with you,” Milo said, ignoring the groan it got him. “And, well, you did say you don’t give people pet names. Tough Department Investigator Sneaks giving lil’ ol’ me a pet name? Unheard of.”

“I’m going to smack you,” Sweetheart threatened.

“So the pet name is staying?” Milo asked. He couldn’t help but feel a small glimmer of hope in his chest. Again, he’d never want Sweetheart to do something they didn’t want to, but… well, he was open to change.

“It’s too early for this,” was the answer he got, as Sweetheart retreated out of the kitchen.

“Is that a yes?” Milo called after them.

“Fuck you, Greer!”

Milo laughed, turning back to his task. They didn’t confirm if it was staying. Maybe it would’ve stayed if he just kept things to himself. But, could you really blame him? He dreamed of Sweetheart giving him a term of endearment, and hearing one on this random Wednesday morning was a bit of a whiplash.

Sweetheart didn’t say it was staying, but they didn’t deny it either. Milo knew that, with them, that was basically admitting they were going to at least consider it. And that was good enough for him.

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*Sweetheart playing a scary game, laying on the couch with their legs over Milo’s lap*

Sweetheart: *gets to an intense part*

Milo: *gets scared, grips their thigh*

Sweetheart: nobody gonna take it from you bro relax your hand

Sweetheart: *gets hit for that comment, but can’t stop giggling*

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Guy: you’re angry

Honey: uhhuh

Guy, grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around their shoulders: now you’re super angry!

Honey:

Guy:

Honey: Run

Guy: *already doing so*

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After Inversion, David calls a pack meeting...

... and he's terrified to do so. How do you look your pack in the eye as their Alpha after something like that? What do you say?

Thankfully, they hadn't lost anyone, but a lot were hurt and scared from the experience. This was going to stay with them for a long time. Possibly forever. The memories surfacing at the worst times.

David looked around the room, noting how... empty it felt. Asher wasn't there, Milo wasn't, and their mates were absent as well. Another handful of his pack were absent as well, some of their closest loved ones staying with them. Angel stood by his side, gripping his arm tight. He liked the contact, it was grounding him.

Weary eyes looked back at him in silence. They were waiting for him to say something. Anything.

He didn't know where to start.

Was 'I'm sorry' too shallow? Too dismissive? He had no idea that a gig could go this bad. Sure, there was some semblance of danger with a profession like there's, but to the degree what happened? To the degree of shades?

The pack rarely saw David tear up, if never. He didn't even cry at his dad's funeral, only to break down when he was alone after. But, as he stood there, he couldn't stop his eyes from stinging and welling up. He was so... so tired. Run down and weary from the aftermath of the event.

"There are only a few things that I wanted to say today, things that will be relayed to those who are missing by me personally later. Before you say anything, I realize that I didn't need to call you all out here for what I'm about to say, but..." he trailed off. Angel shuffled ever closer, resting their head on his arm for support. "I appreciate you all coming out anyway. It means a lot to see you here today. It means, even more, to know that a lot are out to take care of one or more members of our pack."

David took a deep breath, going into what the meeting was about. He told them what the Department wanted to do for them. He gave them resources that they could use to cope with these events. He reassured that he would not force anyone to come back to work until they felt that they were ready.

Most of all, he gave his gratitude. For those inside the ward. Those out of it, who barely get the full story. Those who put themselves in harm's way for others' safety. Those who had to tend to the injured. Those who stuck out to the end, even if they hid. He couldn't describe the emotions that were coursing through him. Pride for his pack, anger, sadness, shame... It never ended.

After he had dismissed them, a few of the other members came up to him to give condolences. They didn't know what he was going through but they promised they'd stay by his side no matter what. It did lift David's spirit a little bit.

Then, Marie approached him. She had him wrapped in a hug before he could say anything else. David felt the sting in his eyes ramp up as he registered her kind warmth against him. Marie especially meant a lot to him, practically being a second mother to him in the absence of his own. She helped Gabe a lot when he was still alive and also taught David some important things that he still keeps with him today. But what she said to him, in a hushed tone that, if she wasn't right beside his ear, he wouldn't have heard, sent the tears falling down his cheeks.

"Gabe would be proud."

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Milo Greer has been in and out of relationships his whole life, practically, the phenomenon only getting worse once he moved out. The pack was used to this. So much so that they place bets for how long one of his relationships will last. But all he really wanted was just to be somebody to someone. He wanted someone to come home too.

When he found Sweetheart, that’s what he got.

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Sweetheart who fights to be seen and heard daily, feeling like they're yelling when they're expected to be quiet, coming home to Milo who they can finally whisper with and still be just as heard.

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I wanted to try my hand at this, so have this:

“Audio RP | Your Dreamwalker Bestfriend Tells You About Their World [NB4A]”

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Sweetheart knows they can always rely on Milo being there.

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Like Real People Do

A RedactedAudio Imperium AU

Sam/Darlin' | T | Multichap

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Hear me out—Redacted Supernatural(-ish) AU [Milo/Sweetheart Edition]

Listen listen i’m trying to finish supernatural (for the like tenth time over the last five years) and this idea would not leave me alone. Hear me out:

Sweetheart, who comes from a line of hunters, mother died when they were young, father taught them the ropes until he went missing. Milo, who is the son of a hunter, but he was raised normally. his dad died as well. Sweetheart is on a vendetta to get their dad back. He wasn’t always the best to them, but he’s all they got. they’re in town hunting something else, and decide to stop at Milo’s dad’s place to ask for help. they’re met with a woefully ignorant Milo and his aging mother. Marie explains what happened, which also reveals the truth to Milo. Milo doesn’t believe it at first, he throws the equivalent of a temper tantrum, which is understandable. He storms off, much to Sweetheart’s chagrin because it wasn’t safe out there. Marie tips them off that when Milo gets upset he usually ends up at the old park. They go out looking for him, worried that the thing they were hunting was going to beat them to it. They find him where his mother said he would be. They were relieved for about three seconds. the spirit got ahold of Milo. Sweetheart’s instincts kick in, and with Milo being a distraction they finally got the upper hand. When the thing was finally dealt with, they were able to tend to Milo, who got a few nasty gashes and was reasonably spooked, but was overall fine. the spirit got ahold of Milo. Sweetheart’s instincts kick in, and with Milo being a distraction they finally got the upper hand. When the thing was finally dealt with, they were able to tend to Milo, who got a few nasty gashes and was reasonably spooked, but was overall fine. He gets patched up, things get explained in broad strokes, they go back to his place, the events get explained to his mom. Sweetheart is urged to rest for a bit, stay the night, but they refuse. When they were getting ready to leave Milo stopped them. He wants to go with. He lost his dad young, didn’t really know the guy, and he could tell that this meant a lot to them. He wasn’t taking no for an answer, even after Sweetheart pointed out he’d be dead weight knowing nothing ab what they do. He promised he could learn. Marie wasn’t thrilled, but she knew it was inevitable. She made Sweetheart promise that they’d look after Milo if he went. Sweetheart still wasn’t convinced, and Milo basically had to strong arm his way into their car. They finally stopped fighting, figured he’d probably get scared off after a few hunts. They’d bring him back, leave him to live out his life, just a bit more aware of the nightmares. They’d be rid of him soon enough, they just had to wait. This doesn’t happen. No matter what, Milo still sticks by them. Sweetheart had given Milo information as they went, letting him look through their dad’s journal when they were staying in motels. They’d answer the questions, the inquiries, the what if situations. The two get closer over the months. Sweetheart is afraid they’re catching real feelings for this guy. They couldn’t love in a profession like theirs, not really. It was too dangerous. It’s why their dad never let them get too attached. But, something about Milo was… different. of course this story goes on, they fall in love, learn how to keep loving each other, trials and tribulations and near death experiences, the two find Sweetheart’s dad, he goes off on his own, Milo and Sweetheart probably keep hunting together but this time unabashedly in love, blah blah.

thats… that’s all i have. BUT i do really like this, i’m keeping it close to my heart.

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Avior always wanted to do a book swap with his Starlight.

It was so simple, and yet his heart did a flip at the thought of Starlight picking out a book for him to read. They would spend the time picking out the one they thought he'd enjoy most, reading over each description and thinking of him. Putting so much care, effort and love into the act. Avior would do the same.

They would meet up after they'd both paid, Starlight giddy with excitement. Avior would try to peak in the bag, only to get lightly smacked away.

"It's a surprise!" They said, "You can't peak!"

"I'm not even going to get a hint?" Avior teased.

"Absolutely not!"

"Not even if I give you a kiss?"

"You can try, but I can't promise anything," Starlight said, giggling to themselves when he leaned in.

They spent the evening curled up together on the couch, in front of the fire that crackled softly. Avior found himself getting lost in the feeling of his Starlight leaning against him, their warmth seeping into his side.

Avior felt calm. Safe, even. Years after the Dante knock off hell, he believed he finally found... peace. Love. Hope for a better future. A future with his Starlight.

A future where they live a quiet life, not in any pain or misery. One where they can be happy. Together.

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Sweetheart: Hey Mi, have you ever heard of the game Five Nights at Freedy's?

Milo: No? What kinda game-

Sweetheart, eyes glinting: Oh, I know what we're doing this weekend

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✨🌲Intro Post🌲✨

Hello! My name is Pluto (They/Them) and I'm a writer/creator for different fandoms. These fandoms are constantly changing and often there is more than one, but as of right now you’ll see a lot of RP Audio content (Redacted Audio, Castle Audios, NeXus, Noderum Records, as a few examples), Good Omens, and the occasional Supernatural and Percy Jackson universe posts. Right now I’m writing a lot of Redacted Audio fanfics/headcanons/oneshots as well as sharing a bit of original content for the world that i’m currently developing! I’m hoping my fanfics branch out a bit but I make no promises because I’m comfortable writing RA (Milo/Sweetheart fics, specifically) things and once I’m comfortable it can be years before I write another fandom/paring.

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