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fuck nazis

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Weird when you first start paying attention to animal noises and realize they don't actually sound like the words we use

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Milo shifting after work because he had to much energy, and Asher that came home with him because they had plans to hang out anyways

Asher also shifting and immediately bolting out the back door, pausing for a second to sniff at Aggro, who was sitting in his cat tree on the porch (Aggro affectionately swiping at his nose)

Milo and Ash both wrestling in the backyard finally getting to relax after a long day of suits and high-class pompousness. The sound of playful snarling and whining reaching Sweetheart and Baaabes ears as they enter the front door

The two of them smiling at their wolfen partners as they grab snacks and drinks to take outside (they sit on the porch and play chess for a while)

Eventually, there's a scrape of claws against wood and a snout pressing into Sweethearts side. They're met with a wide wolfy grin, and a tail wagging so hard Milo's whole body is shaking as he licks a stripe up their face and chuffs at them

Similarly Asher is practically crawling into his Baaabes lap. Fully body wiggles as he tries to nuzzle under their arms

Two pairs of content mates enjoying their night in a rare moment of peace

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literally everytime darlin texts the group chat

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sam and darlin grocery shopping audio when .

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woah, more shaw pack! texts . . .

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns for reader, darlin’! reader, david x angel, asher x babe, milo x sweetheart, darlin’ x sam, some freaky references

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Could yall stop shooting each other outside my window im trying to masturbate

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what do red pandas even do

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Tig ol biddies

Ody through the ages

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"so what i'm hearing is that you hate me and you want me dead.”

a noncommittal hum sounds through the speakers of your phone. “i said no such thing. is there a reason why the dramatics are pertinent even more tonight?”

your eyes narrow. “you haven't called in two days. two days. clearly you hate me.”

a laugh now, tinged with fondness. you try your best to fight off the smile threatening to spread across your lips. “my most sincere apologies, my love. how can i begin to grovel for your forgiveness?”

“you're not getting a lick of forgiveness from me. two days! i was worried.” your brows furrow, amping up the act. “i keep forgetting my stupid boyfriend loves to put himself in harm’s way.”

sylus’ expression softens in the face of your exaggerated complaints, going quiet in the way he does when he realizes his actions have upset you even if just a little bit. when he realizes you care more than just saying it verbally. it makes your heart sink.

“i really was worried,” you finally relent, cracking first underneath the silence. “i know you have to do these things, but. it's not just you anymore. you have people who care about you.”

he looks away for a moment, his gaze downcast. when his gaze returns to the screen, he offers an apologetic smile. “i'm sorry, sweetheart. i didn't mean to frighten you. i'm alright. i promise.”

“you can show you're sorry by getting on the earliest flight home.” your joke slips past in an attempt to divert attention from your growing sadness from being apart for so long. his expression knowing, he agrees without hesitation. “i mean it. i want to see the wine glass when you're on board.”

it's not long before the two of you are engrossed in a recount of your day—from grueling paperwork to wanderer attacks to discounted groceries (a steal) and so on. he listens with rapt attention, adding little comments either to stoke your dramatized frustration or make you laugh between words. in turn, sylus fills you in on what he's able to share on his end, ensuring you that while things were hectic, he'd run into little to no trouble in the two days you hadn't heard from him.

opening your mouth to grill him once again—really, it was that serious—your attention is caught by the sound of keys entering a lock at the front door. sylus pauses when you stop talking, letting out a confused sound at your silence.

“sweetheart? is everything alright?”

muffled footsteps sound from the living room followed by the faint sound of a bag dropping on the couch. the drag of socked feet against the floor is heard for a few more seconds until the bedroom door is pushed open a bit wider, revealing none other than a tired mass of limbs in slightly rumpled work clothes.

still, the sight of him makes you smile. “zayne is home,” you say quietly, partly in response to sylus’ question, partly in greeting to your other boyfriend.

too tired for words at the moment, he sheds his jacket and falls forward on to the bed, letting out a tired sigh as he worms his way between your legs much to your vocal surprise. his cheek rests against your thigh, your legs folded over his shoulders.

“long day?” you ask softly, threading a hand through his hair. his lashes rest above his cheeks, casting shadows as he nods after a long beat.

“almost lost a patient.” his voice is muffled against your skin, his brows furrowed as his arms wrap around your thighs. “a child. coded during the surgery.” 

he takes a long breath, his exhale shaky even after successfully completing the surgery. “i keep thinking about what would have happened had i hesitated even one second. what if i had cost him his life? what if i had made a wrong decision?”

you glance back at your screen with a frown, meeting sylus’ concerned gaze. there were times when he'd lost patients and had resigned himself to exhausting as much of his knowledge as possible, but children had always hit the closest to him. it makes your chest squeeze with both worry and sympathy.

“i kept thinking about what i would have done if it was either of you on the table, with my hands being the barrier between death. i don't think i could bear it. losing either of you would kill me.”

he doesn't cry, but his shoulders tremble with the weight of the near loss. haunting. your hand smooths across his back in soothing circles, trying to ground him as much as you can.

“has he…” zayne clears his throat, his eyes still closed. his voice is quiet. “called…? it's been two days. it's worrying.”

your head inclines slightly towards your phone, eyes narrowed with no heat as if to say see? sylus’ expression falls a bit, realization further weighing his shoulders down. 

“two days too many. i'm sorry for worrying for you as well.”

zayne’s head snaps up upon hearing his voice, wincing as it causes his vision to swim a little. tired eyes squint at your phone before two and two is put together, pushing up on his arms to move forward and look at your screen as well.

“glad to see you're doing well enough to answer the phone.” zayne’s tone, while neutral, is pointed, making sylus look increasingly chided over the few words uttered. “you don't get to pout. stop pouting.”

“i'm not pouting.”

“he's definitely pouting.” you pipe up in a cheerful tone, your smile sweet when sylus scowls. you shift into a more comfortable position that ends up with your head against zayne’s chest, sighing in content as the steady beat of his heart lulls you into a sleepy haze.

zayne takes the phone from you as you move, fond in the way his other hand settles on your hip. all the way sylus watches, growing a bit skittish from the lack of attention.

“is my punishment watching the two of you cuddle without me? is this my momentary prison? the both of you are cruel. heartless.”

“come home, then,” you grumble, sticking your tongue out at him. “miss your stupid face.”

“i concur.” zayne shakes his head at your antics, a soft smile gracing his lips. “stupid face and all.”

sylus sighs as he settles into his own bed, the pillows soft against his head but unfamiliar without the scent of your shampoo and zayne’s jasmine scent lingering in the fabric. he watches the both of you succumb more and more to the pull of sleep, gently probing the both of you to go to bed.

you fall asleep first after mumbling your goodnight, out like a light before the phone call ends. zayne stifles a yawn of his own before also bidding him goodnight, but not without sending him a photo to his messages.

when the call ends, his heart eases just a little bit when he opens the picture sent to him of the two of you in each other's arms. waiting for him to come back to your shared home. and he'd come back to the both of you every single time no matter what obstacle lay itself before his path.

"i'll be home soon," he murmurs into the quiet air. "promise."

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SOBBING

Werewolves naturally live longer than humans - the magic enhances their body to be stronger and endure more.

Asher knew this.

He knew that he’d one day outlive Babe.

But nothing could prepare him for the day it actually happened.

Babe, his beautiful, stubborn Babe, insisted that they spend the last day of their life at home. They didn’t want to be surrounded by those cold, lifeless walls of the hospital anymore, saying it killed them more than time did. (Asher couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the joke)

They lay in his lap, like they always liked doing. Asher made sure they were comfortable before settling in against the cushions of the couch. He ran his hand through their hair, gently massaging their scalp. Babe closed their eyes at the feeling, and Asher hated how he felt his core flare in panic, the fear that he might never see their beautiful eyes again overwhelming him. Their satisfied hum and the slow rise and fall of their chest were the only things stopping him from breaking the moment to wake them up.

Babe whispered with the last ounce of their strength. Asher immediately leaned his ear down, not wanting to miss a single word they said.

“Can you…. cuddle with me? Like you always do. I love being in your arms.”

Asher almost cried there and then.

“Of course, Babe. You know my arms are always yours.” He winked, desperately trying not to let his emotions slip. He didn’t want their last memory of him being him crying. That wasn’t him.

Babe could tell he was trying to hide his tears. The hand they held against his cheek was enough to tell they understood. Asher held their hand, pressing a kiss to their palm, before gently shifting them both so that he spooned them, lying back onto the couch. They settled against him, a hand guiding his arms to wrap around their waist. Asher buried his face into the crook of their neck, breathing in their scent, eyes closing to focus on the rise and fall of their body as they breathed. He couldn’t help but let a few tears escape, falling onto their hair.

Babe wriggled and turned around in his arms, hearing him sniffle. They reached a shaking, delicate hand to his cheek and wiped his tears away with their thumb, and Asher leaned into their touch.

“I love you.” It was barely a whisper. For a moment, Asher saw the memory of them a few decades ago, when they’d cuddle on the couch just like they were doing now, and they’d have a tender, quiet moment to themselves. Babe would have their hand grabbing his shirt, like they did now, and Asher loved how they’d always want to be close to him, even when half asleep.

Asher felt his breath catch in his chest.

He leaned down, capturing their soft lips in a gentle, slow kiss. When they parted, he saw their face melt into a smile. “You always have that effect on me.” They used to always say. He felt his own face reflect theirs, and he leaned down once more, pressing his forehead against theirs and nuzzling their noses together.

They passed in their sleep that night, lying in Asher’s arms. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep, afraid of missing any moment with them.

At 3am he felt his stomach drop. His whole body went cold, and he felt a hole open in his heart. His mating bond was severed, with no beating heart to reach out to.

He broke down into a sob.

He’d never cried this much in his life.

Asher buried his face in their hair and hugged them tight, desperate for this all to be a nightmare he could wake up from.

The tears flowing couldn’t stop anymore, and he felt like he was dying himself with the way his mate’s body started losing its warmth.

He had them in his arms, yet they slipped away.

Babe’s hand still gripped his shirt.

The pack had never seen Asher so quiet.

He had bags under his eyes, puffy and red from crying. The beta that always has a smile on his face and lit up the room with his laugh was gone.

David was the first to know. He brought Asher into a hug, gripping him tight in a silent moment of comfort. He had lost Angel a few months before, so he knew how it felt.

No one ever saw that spark in Asher’s eyes again.

The night Asher felt his own life start to slip, he settled himself on the couch and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and hugged a pillow to his chest, imagining that it was his mate. His mind flashed back to moments where they’d cuddle while watching him play games, giggling when he whooped in victory. He felt his face melt into a smile at the memory, the melody of their laugh still vivid in his mind like his favourite song.

“I love you, Babe.” He breathed out in a long sigh.

Those were his last words.

It was like he fell into a peaceful sleep, settled in the soft pillows of their bed.

The sun shone through the slip of the curtains, kissing him awake with its warmth.

Except it wasn’t the sun.

Asher’s eyes shot open. He was met with the beaming smile of his mate, giggling at his shocked expression. They peppered more kisses onto his face like they always did.

His body felt light. His heart was full.

His core instinctively reached out and he sobbed to feel their heart reach back.

Babe smiled and gathered him into their arms, letting him cry into their chest.

“You’re home now.”

Asher’s hands gripped at their shirt.

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Begging on my knees, tired f!reader who just came back form visiting her family (long journey) but she comes over to tasm!peter cause she missed him and is insistent on to spend with him even though she’s practically falling asleep standing. Thanks and hope you have a nice day!! <3

Thank you angel, hope you have a lovely day as well!

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 813 words

It’s not that Peter isn’t happy to see you. He is, it’s just that half an hour ago you were telling him you were too beat to come all the way to Queens and you’d see him tomorrow, so opening his door to you instead of the Dominos delivery person is a surprise. 

“Hey,” he says. You look even more tired than you’d sounded over the phone—not that Peter wouldn’t love you even with permanent bruises under your eyes and a haggard tinge to your complexion. When he opens his arms, you fall right in. 

It makes Peter’s heart do insane, humiliating things that you breathe him in before speaking. “Hi,” you sigh afterwards. Your arms twined lazily around his neck. 

“I thought you weren’t coming.” 

“Changed my mind.” 

“Yeah?” He runs his hand up and down your back, nose burying itself in your hair. He’s subtler about it than you were. You smell like airport. “What do I have to thank for that?” 

“Missed you,” you say, evidently too tired for pretense. 

Peter melts. He kisses the side of your head. “I missed you too, baby.” 

He practically drags you inside. You sort of stumble along with him, but you’re not much help, seemingly half dead in his arms. Luckily, Peter doesn’t have much interest in letting you go anyway. 

“How was the bus?” he asks sympathetically. 

“I took a cab.” Peter hisses through his teeth. You curl up against his side as soon as you’re both seated on the couch, your head finding his shoulder. “Figured it’d be faster, but then there was traffic, obviously, and it was just a mess.”

“Yeah, Jesus. I’ll pay you back for that.” 

“No, you won’t,” you say. Clearly trying to sound firm, and failing adorably. 

He moves on for now. “Ready for bed?” 

“Mm, no.” You inhale, making an obvious effort to look more alert. “I missed you, I want to hang out first.” 

Peter smiles. He’s missed you too, but with the bleary look in your eyes he doubts that conviction of yours will last long. He’s about to suggest you do your hanging out in bed when there’s another knock on his door. 

“Hold on.” Peter gets up with a kiss to your head. You watch him go frownily. 

“Expecting someone else, Parker?” 

“Yeah, my love affair for when you’re out of town.” 

He opens the door for the Dominoes guy. He gives his name and tips, it’s over in less than a minute, and still when Peter turns around you look like you’ve nearly fallen asleep in that time. You perk up at the smell. 

“Had anything for dinner?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “Just an airport sandwich a few hours ago.” 

“Gross.” He opens the box, setting it on his lap where you can reach. “Let’s talk while we eat, and then we can call it a night, okay? Tell me about the trip.” 

You do. You tell him about your family, while picking off the toppings you don’t like and in between bites. Who’s being petty and about what, whose new diet kept all of you from snacking in their presence, who you had the most fun with and who is actually growing up to be a decent person after all. You fold your pizza so the grease slips down the crease. Peter tries to match your pace of eating so he doesn’t scarf the whole thing down himself; it’s hard. Your words sound written in cursive, syllables dragging with drowsiness. 

“Wait.” You frown when the pizza is gone and Peter tries to coax you up from the couch. “I want to hear about what you did.” 

“What?” Peter laughs. “I did this. I went to class and went on patrol and then ate delivery every night.” 

“I know there’s more to say than that.” You yawn. “There’s always stories. Did you end up tracking down that mugger guy from Bushwick?” 

“Yeah, but it was boring. C’mon, let’s go to bed.” 

“No, I’m…” You yawn again, covering it with your hand. “I’m awake. I’m super awake. What happened?” 

Peter smiles. “I super believe you.” 

You make a sleepy, reluctant sound as he gets his arms under you, hoisting you up off the couch. “I want to hear about your week.” 

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” he promises. He notices a spot of pizza grease to kiss off the corner of your mouth. “It wasn’t that interesting, I swear. You’re tired.” 

You humph. “So?” 

“So?” 

“Yeah. You’re tired all…” You turn your face into his chest, pausing for what Peter knows is another yawn. “...all the time.” 

“I don’t get tired,” he lies. “I’ve genetically enhanced my way past it. And even if I do, it seems a lot worse when it’s you. You can tell me all about what a hypocrite I am in the morning, okay?” 

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long sleeves | poly! wolfstar

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summary: remus and sirius have only ever seen you in long sleeves.

contains: flufffff, I know what it sounds like but this is just fluff I promise, fem reader, reader has tattoos (like a lot), no use of 'y/n', reader is anxious?, remus and sirius being adorable, cursing (mild), poorly written dialogue, not proof read, my first time writing poly!wolfstar so please be kind ;-;

i do not, in any way, support or endorse jk rowling.

word count: 1k

You were a nervous wreck. Staring at yourself too closely in your vanity mirror, messing with your hair for the millionth time. Despite the somewhat frequent dates you had been on with Remus and Sirius, there was something that was just so… domestic… about a lunch. It wasn’t any special kind of day, just a day you and the two men happened to have off of work at the same time. So here you were, fiddling with whatever jewelry you threw on in a hurry before huffing and stepping back. You opted for a plain t-shirt and loose jeans with a jacket for the cool spring day. 

You hurried out of your flat before you could think to change anything else and caught a bus to a stop near a small strip of cafes and restaurants. The sun showed high in the sky, minimal wispy clouds surrounding it. You head towards the restaurant you were meant to meet Remus and Sirius at and spot them sitting at a small table on the patio outside. The butterflies return to the pit of your stomach as they stand up to greet you, offering a hug and a kiss on the cheek each. 

“Hey guys sorry I was running late-”

“No worries at all, lovey, Rem and I got here absurdly early.” Sirius brushes you off and takes his seat once more before you could feel too guilty. Remus sits down next to him and smiles.

“You look nice, I like that jacket.” You grin and thank him then take your own seat across from the two men. 

The conversation is light, each of you chatting about your work week, and anything upcoming. The butterflies soon settled and you found yourself in a comfortable rhythm with them. You had no idea how they were so comfortable- you were still thinking twice about every response to one of their darling questions.

All at once the sun became too bright, the breeze not enough to cool your wracked nerves.

“Alright dove?” Remus’s brows pinched together slightly, as if he could read your mind. Of course, he could, the perfect man he is.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” With slightly less tact but just as much care, Sirius tucked a bit of his hair behind his ear and tilted his head in your direction. You nodded, not wanting them to think you were some sweaty, nervous freak.

“Yeah- yeah just a bit hot.” Remus nodded, Sirius relaxing back into his chair. You took a sip of your water but it wasn’t enough. The jacket had to come off. 

You shimmied your arms out of the sleeves one after the other and turned to place it on the back of your seat. Across from you, Sirius’s jaw becomes slack and Remus chokes slightly on his own water. Their eyes raked up and down your arms, covered in intricate lines of ink, forming all kinds of different shapes and pictures. It wasn’t like they had never seen tattoos before, Sirius was covered in them after all. They had just never seen them on you.

Looking back, you credit it to the fact that it was still early April and you had only started seeing the boys in March when jackets and long sleeves were still necessary for every outing. You weren’t hiding your tattoos per-say, you just didn’t think too much about them. You had gotten them a while ago so they were as familiar to you as your name. 

“Bloody fucking hell.”

You turn back around to find the boys seemingly in a state of shock. Your eyes widen in fear-

Did you sweat through your shirt? Is this a bad color on you? Should you have put on more perfume before you left?

Your mind was racing until you recognized that the boys weren’t looking at you, but at your arms. You look down at the inked sleeves and a lightbulb seems to go off in your head.

“Have you always had those?” Remus asks softly, dragging his eyes back up to meet yours. You nod slowly.

“Yeah I started getting them while in uni, and then had a bit of a problem spending every paycheck on them for a couple years and now there’s hardly any room anymore so I slowed down a bit.” You look down at your own arms, rotating them a bit to inspect the patterns. 

Neither boy speaks for a moment and a whole new fear hits you like a brick.

What if they didn’t like your tattoos?

You look back up at each of them then turn again to put your jacket back on.

“Woah- woah what are you doing?” Sirius stops you, leaning across the table to grab your arm. Not harshly, just enough to get your attention.

“I can put my jacket back on if you’re uncomfortable, I know they’re,,, a lot.” Sirius’s eyes widen and Remus’s eyebrows draw together once more, both looking at you like you’d suddenly grown a second and third head.

“Not at all, they’re beautiful, we’re just a bit- shocked.”

You turn back in your seat to face them again, Sirius still holding one of your arms, inspecting it with such attention to detail. He looks up for a moment,

“Yeah- I mean, no offense doll, but you don’t exactly look like you’d have two complete sleeves. Holy shit, Moony, look at this one!” Remus leans over and begins to inspect your arm as well, eventually requesting the other to look over- to admire as they would say- as well. 

They trace some of the more abstract shapes, and ask you questions about why, where, who, when- and you told them. The butterflies eventually disappeared, and you were no longer so concerned about how warm the back of your neck was or how the sun was still too bright. The conversation flowed, never a dull moment or an awkward silence. It took nearly two hours and several coffees, but eventually they were satisfied and very much looking forward to the oncoming warm months if it meant they would see more of them.

a/n: hey everyone ! i know what you're thinking; 'gen, don't you still have to write the last chapter of a fic that was supposed to come out in february?' and i will say- yes yes i do. but i just needed to get past that mental block that has come with being in an incredible state of depression. but i'm baaaack! i think. idk we'll find out, enjoy!

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my pronouns are they/he/it because they he-it me over the head with hammers whenever i make lame pronoun jokes