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throwback to my first post everrrrrrr

"Move Over..." {David Shaw x Angel}

note: i've been diving deep into the redacted universe lately and figured i'd do my civic duty as a pro stan (and amateur writer) and give back to the fandom. here is the first installment which is a product of my few remaining braincells and far too much caffeine. enjoy :) summary: in which angel's new addition to the home sends her wolf boi into a fury warnings: a swear or two, angel and asher being lil shits, the usual word count: 723

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"...the dog sits here." David's tone walks the line of question as he reads out the bold, black lettering printed on the throw pillow. It's sat on the left side of the couch, the top of it karate chopped to perfection by Angel's hand, and the shifter can visualize the smug look painting their lips as they did so. He crosses his arms with an exasperated huff and cranes his neck towards the sound of his mate's footsteps pattering to the room he now commands. His stance, while appearing intimidating, will affect them in no way but positively. Getting beneath his skin seems to be a hobby they favor above all else, and damn he hates how much they excel at times. 

"Hey, I thought I heard y-" Their perky tone settles to silence at the Alpha with his lips downturned. They try to keep their growing smile at bay, but it will be no easy feat with how they've outdone themselves this time. 

"I take it you've seen our new decor." Angel bites their lip. No smiling, they repeat internally over and over. Play it cool.

"Is that what you call this? Seems more like a ridicule from where I'm standing." He takes a few steps closer to Angel, who's situated themselves against the frame of the open doorway. The cold trim against their back is forgotten in the wake of David's piercing stare. "I am not a dog." He insists. Angel's eyes flicker down to his mouth and swears his bottom lip juts out further for the dim lamp to illuminate his pout. They don't acknowledge it, and rather, console the man in front of them. 

"I'm sorry, you're right. What was I thinking?" Angel's palm lightly smacks their forehead as it tilts back in forth in an ashamed shake. "You're my little puppy, after all." 

A scoff of disbelief passes through the air. But really, shouldn't he predict all of the cheeky comebacks by now? They impede every moment between them, intimate or playful. He's marrying them this autumn and he dreads all the jokes which��won't be shared in the vow exchange. Like every moment similar to this, though, he will stand his ground until his mate grinds him into it. 

"That wasn't implying I'm a puppy, either, you menace. And I'm certainly not yours." 

"Those marks I left on you last night say otherwise, puppy." Angel can no longer keep their composure, and allow a few giggles to slip into the tension-filled room. David knows he can't win in this situation, no matter how many threats he delivers. Fighting the one in front of him would only make the bite marks on his hips burn hotter--same with the scarlet overtaking his cheeks. When his eyes leave his mate's in exchange for the pillow, still silently taunting him, he grinds his teeth at how nicely the color of it complements their sofa. They chose well...in a way, David thinks to himself.

"Whatever." He leaves it at that and makes a mental note to flip it around later. 

But it didn't get him far. Alas, deep cleaning the apartment before Asher and his mate came over for dinner one night commended Angel to face the pillow to its proper orientation. Asher, oblivious as he is, relied on Babe to point it out to him with a nudge to his side and a subtle nod of her head. The sudden, overlapping laughter drew David and Angel's attention away from the casserole resting on their stove and encouraged their retreat to the living room.

Asher would be near collapse to the floor from hysterics, if not for Babe's hand clutching his forearm for dear life as they used their free one to wipe at the tears leaking from their eyes. 

"No way! Davey's got his own little spot, how cute!" Asher gushes through the occasional wheeze. 

"Call me Davey again, and you can have your own spot, too. Six feet underground in an undisclosed location, where the department can't even find you." The threatening grumble does little to tide the cackling pair. Asher didn't skip a beat.

"I'll leave my will to your mate, so she can buy more shit like this to get on your nerves." The beta snorts, before turning to Babe. "We should totally get one for our place." 

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David, who still suffers from nightmares where he and Asher never made it out 💔

David, whose mind was filled with nothing but his Angel as he limped, supported by and supporting Asher, towards the exit of the stadium.

David, whose heart ached at the thought of Angel, eyes filled with tears because they were worried about him. Because of him.

David, whose soul yearned to have his mate in his arms again.

David, who thought he’d never be able to tell them that he loved them again.

David, whose heart beat faster as he saw them in the distance.

David, whose eyes strained to see them. To make sure it really is them.

David, who almost let out a sob in relief as his Angel was running towards him at full speed.

David, whose heart broke at their tears running down their cheeks, face distraught and relieved and heartbroken at the same time.

David, whose arms gathered the last of his strength to pull Angel into an embrace, burying his face in the crook of their neck and letting his own tears fall.

David, whose ears heard Angel’s pained wail as they looked over at him and his injuries. Whose heart broke all over again as their hands shook, holding his face as gently as they could, and cried as they repeated nothing but “I love you”.

David, who made a silent vow to never make Angel cry like this again over him.

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if aggro is meowing constantly, one of the following will happen:

• sweetheart will treat it like an actual conversation. *meow* “no they didn’t” *meow* “and then what?” typa stuff

• david can’t get a single sentence out without being cut off. “please” *meow* “shut” *meow* “the fuck” *meow* “UP!”

• angel will meow back slightly louder to assert their dominance.

• darlin’ will pretend they are the latest and greatest animal whisperer, petting the cat as they carry on. *meow* *meow*

“mhm…i see…” *looks to milo* “he said he likes sweetheart better”

*from the other room* “pfft, who doesn’t?”

“hey!”

• baabe will be this cat’s professional hype man.

*meow* “yes king! speak your truth!” *meow* “and that’s on periodt”

• finally, asher will think aggro is bored and wants a playmate and will proceed to shift without hesitation. he assumed incorrectly. aggro is now scared of asher, and will not go near him without hissing.

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early david coming home and seeing the burnt cabinets

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early!david was the type of unserious to be all come closer it’s a secret and then burp in your face

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huxley the type to hug you so hard he cracks your back a lil bit

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the only reason milo agrees to play these horror games is to distract sweetheart from all the morbid shit they deal with on the field and to bring a lighthearted commentary to the scary stuff, even though it may not compare to what they endure on the average workday.

that’s it. that’s the headcanon.

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the typa shit asher sends to the pack gc

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david is so Grrrr Ruff Ruff but asher is like arf and then milo is all yip yip yip

then there’s tank who’s just

BOOF!!!!

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happy birthday women

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Happy international women’s day

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if this ain’t david to angel idk what is…

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milo who has a 17-step, hour-long skincare routine he preforms daily vs asher who uses cold water and hand soap on his face whenever he feels like it.

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milo who has a 17-step, hour-long skincare routine he preforms daily vs asher who uses cold water and hand soap on his face whenever he feels like it.

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plot twist: baabe is asher’s scary dog priveledge when they go walking at night

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I’m not saying I’m an impulsive shopper I’m just saying I think owning a venus flytrap could heal me rn

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i wish these blogs had a sort setting from oldest to newest posts because im a fiend for my moots’ origin stories