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i am once again having depraved and carnal thoughts about mary goore 

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I desperately want to look like Crashdiet-era Mary Goore

Tobbe is always gender but this is a special secret gender that was lost in the 80s

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no but how is mary goore 6ft 5 but terzo is only like 3ft and half an apple tall

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angel wears david's hoodie to a meeting and everyone refers to them as alpha for the entire thing just to clown on david

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If you could put any of the other characters into the mate’s group chat to spice it up who would you pick

I think the obvious choice is Gavin, but I’m open to criticism

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Sam Collins listens to Nickelback. Yup, I said it, Nickelback.

i want him SO bad

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gentle reminder!

this is fiction, this is a fictional story. stories have characters that we like and don't like, and that's fine! You're allowed to not like certain characters to an extent, that's fine, but this is a different case.

We had a story removed COMPLETELY because of how much some of you hated Bright Eyes, it could've been an excellent lore-filled story with great character development, and we had that removed because of hate.

I don't want the same things to happen to Geordi/Cutie because another Listener is flawed, everybody's flawed and we need to accept that. No one's all nice and perfect, there's gotta be a negative flaw somewhere.

So gentle reminder to not cause more hate towards Cutie like how much hate there was for Bright.

I really want Cutie to change themselves and have nice character development, change is normal. So give them the time to change and learn from their actions, alright?

Redacted ASMR is telling a fictional story, thank you for your time.

~ Maple

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Imagine William accidentally adopting a human baby. It was completely unplanned and happened due to pure chance. He was in the airport at roughly 12am for his flight back to Dahlia after a work trip. He had just checked his bags in, and he decided to visit the restroom before finding his gate. As he washed his hands he felt a small tug on the his pant leg, almost unnoticeable, but his vampire sense amplified the feeling. He looked down to see a small child, definitely not even a year old, on all fours staring up at him with the most innocent expression he had ever seen. They looked tousled and unkempt, as if they had been left behind and uncared for for days, and William couldn't help but feel his heart pang for the sweet child. He quickly wiped his hands dry on his kerchief and went to pick them up off the dirty bathroom floor. As soon as he picked them up, they wrapped their small arms around his neck and fit their head into the crook of his shoulder. It was then and there that Will decided that he would keep and raise the baby as his own. They quietly fell asleep on him while William found the gate to board the plane, trancing a few people on the way there to allow him to keep the child, who had no boarding pass. Once on the plane and in his first class seat, he wrapped them loosely in a blanket and woke them up for some water. He had expected and prepared for them to cry when woken up, but upon awaking they just stared at him for a second before smiling and babbling, their cute little hands grabbing his hair and fingers. William's heart melted as he smiled back, giving them some water and food before putting them back to sleep.

This child becomes the pride and joy of the Solaire Clan. The clan would do absolutely anything for this small baby. They live with and spend most of their time with Will. The clan has walked in on him sitting in his office coloring with them on coloring sheets using the 152 pack of crayons he had splurged on multiple times. Vincent has come to meet his maker several times and ended up picking up a crayon and spending time with them for hours. Alexis has become accustomed to coming by to discuss important things with William and caught him reading to them while they fell asleep on his shoulder. She claims to want nothing to do with the baby at first, but Vincent has caught her smoothing down the child's hair and putting into pigtails when she thought no one was watching. Sam loves taking the kid out for Saturday night dinner with Darlin'. Darlin' stops by some afternoons to take them to the park so they can get some sun without troubling the vampires. Lovely used to take them before the inversion but now they've switched to just watching cartoons with them in the evenings. Fred and Bright take it upon themselves to be the cool relatives and give this child anything it could ever want. At the end of the day, William and the baby have a special bond. They sleep on him during clan meetings, he can always stop their tears in seconds, and they fall into his routine so easily, it seems that they were meant to be part of it all along.

There is no child raised more lovingly in the world than the one raised by the Solaire Clan.

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submissive david shaw.

that’s it. that’s the post.

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i do love the idea of darlin' brooding over a beer or downing straight whiskey BUT i also love the idea of this tough scary wolf scowling at nothing while drinking a brightly colored cocktail like a sex on the beach/appletini/tequila sunrise or something

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Just some lil thoughts

Pairing: David and Angel (I am nothing if not a lover of these two)

Warnings: Light swearing, but nothing else I don’t think.. (This is lightly proofread so that may also need to be a warning ahdjhf)

Summary: David feels stuck and if he’s at all honest he feels like a goddamn mess, that is until he meets a certain flirtatious little shit. 

          David Shaw was always hoping that time would just stop, for even just a second. He felt like he was constantly in a loop of working, eating, and sleeping, and if he was at all honest, it was killing him. 

          He knew becoming the Alpha of one of the most well known packs in Dalia would come with some complications, but he couldn’t get a break anymore. With the pack meetings, the security firm, and Asher living solely to stress him out, he felt breathless, like he had been running for years. It felt like a wicked dream, one where he was forced to run forever to catch up with everything but he was running in slow motion, and solace and calm were just out of his reach.

          He thought about his childhood a lot, the idea of running around with his friends just being free felt so foreign now. He knew it was a glorified version, the “freedom” he liked to reminisce on was most likely Asher breaking his arm falling out of a tree that he’d told him not to climb, or Marie shouting lovingly meant words of abuse every time one of them got hurt. He’d remembered those moments through the toughest damn rose colored glass his brain could possibly create, but by god did it work. He loved what he did, and he was damn proud of his pack and his firm for the work they did, but he would trade all of that success for one moment to be 15 again, spending time with his dad, Ash, and Milo as they sat around a campfire, or ran together on the moon bound solstice. 

          His life felt like it had a vice grip on him. He didn’t have time to feel anything or even think about himself and what he wanted. Not David Shaw the Alpha, or the leader, he wanted nothing more than to be “just David” for 20 goddamn minutes. 

          So, he took a day off to do some shopping. One of his shirts had gotten a hole in it as he was working and he damn near broke everything in his and Ash’s apartment over it, so he decided that today, he would take a break. He doubted it would last the whole day as he couldn’t really stop thinking about some paperwork he had to turn in soon, but a few hours was all he needed. 

          Of course, these few hours couldn’t just be normal for him. He felt eyes everywhere, running a security firm came with its perks of seeing everyone of some type of potential threat, and that wasn’t helped by the fact that someone was most definitely following him. He noticed them the first time as they were in front of him in line to check out at some random clothing store. They had headphones in, he thought it was obnoxious. However, when they took their headphones out as they checked out, he noticed their kindness directed to the retail worker at the counter, it felt like the two had been friends for years with the way they bounced off of each other. It was an intriguing interaction to say the least.

          The second time he noticed them, they walked into the next store he had gone into. They radiated such confidence as they walked, he couldn’t lie, it was attractive. They donned a simple outfit with a pair of black boots that he thought must make them a couple inches taller than they would’ve been otherwise. He realized he was starring as someone came up to ask if he needed a fitting room. He turned down the offer, and looked back down at the shirt he held in his hands. “Are they fucking following me?” he contemplated. He put the shirt back down and left the store without another moment of hesitation. 

          He’d wished for the sake of his own sanity that he hadn’t seen them again, or maybe that he had just gone home and never thought of this alluring person that was most definitely following him now. 

          He went around two more stores, seeing them in each one of them, he had damn near lost his mind by the time they had filed into the line at the fast food restaurant he was in line at. That stupidly attractive outfit was becoming a trigger for complete and utter paranoia. He clenched his fists as he whipped around,

“Why are you following me?”

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          He’d ended up spending thirty minutes at a table with some random human who couldn’t seem to stop being flirtatious for 15 seconds even if it was just to take a bite of their meal. He was pretty convinced that it was just some sort of weird coincidence that they kept ending up in the same places. He didn’t believe in fate and he told them as much, but as he drove home with their number sat oh so temptingly in his phone he began to question everything he thought he knew. 

            David thought back to this morning when he drove aimlessly hoping that time would just stop and he could just feel like a normal person, and for thirty minutes, his wishes had been granted even if it was alongside one of the most stressful people he had ever met. He was just David and they were just the Angel that came down from a heaven he didn’t believe in to guide him to break down those walls he had built so high that they had almost become impenetrable.

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David in his wolf form when Angel reached out to pet him.

(photo via @ kylo_the_hybridwolf on tiktok !)

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HELLOO i hope u see this but i was wondering if u could write daveys and angels anniversary story or some hcs (maybe add some spice if u wannu yk😏) 

Ooooh anniversary!

This is suggestive but not outright smut? It's along the lines of his audios?? But it's a tiny little small bit so like i don't think i need to be like only 18+ ya know? anyways I had to stop writing several times to silently scream

So we have one of their anniversaries kinda we have the day before. David was absolutely not allowed to even go near work by action of his beta. Not that he was going to but he still thinks Asher was a bit dramatic to ensure he didn't work the entire weekend.

So when David woke up in the morning there was no meeting to attend no call he would have to make, just his mate with their face buried in his chest. But that's not anything new he laid there not wanting to disturb them watching the slow rise and fall with their breathing until, a soft groan as the sun finally disturbs their rest. With a yawn they sit their head up to look at him yet before a word can leave their mouth his finger shushes them, softly as if not to disturb the peace of the morning in his gravelly morning voice, "Happy Anniversary."

Said peace is quickly broken when they immediately go for the attack nearly on top of him by the time they reach his lips for a kiss. With a passionate kiss that leaves them both needing a bit of air then a small peck they smile and whisper, "Happy Anniversary, Davey."

The roll of his eyes is broken by his fond smile, as he grabs their waist setting them back forcing them to sit up. The memory of them crawling into bed wearing his shirt hits him when they stretch out letting it drape over their form. "And you call me the perv." Huffing a breath he rolls over to find their thighs neatly folded kissing the skin. "You are a perv angel, this is just...admiring."

"Pervy admiring."

"Alright then" He sits up with a groan making them whine at the loss of his hands on them.

"No go back to admiring."

"I have our entire lives to admire you let me get some food in you first."

"Is that David Shaw proposing I hear?"

"You'll know when I'm proposing."

Their laughter despite the sun shining in through the window is the brightest thing of the room, which just makes him pull them up into his arms. Their reactive squeak only making is grip tighter so they are safe. "David I'm not wearing pants."

"And I'm not taking you outside you don't have to wear pants in the house."

"You have to keep your shirt off then."

"Deal"

"Together we make one weird outfit."

"Shut up dumbass...I'm gonna put you on the counter."

"Ah yes my bare ass on the cold counter, this is true love."

"Shirts long enough you'll survive. Besides this 'ass' has been through worse than a cold counter." Emphasizing his point with a squeeze.

"Certainly worth it for the view of you cooking shirtless," Carefully they are set down only the thighs touching the cold counter making them shiver, though they avoid focusing on it pulling him into another kiss.

The two get through breakfast with the maximum amount of kisses possible, David refusing to let them touch the ground once even when he carries them back to the bedroom. "You gonna dress me next?"

"If you'd let me? Absolutely."

The pair get dressed dancing around each other with practiced ease not a fumble or issue with them both working in the same space. Until they are done and David pulls them in for another kiss.

"So mushy today."

"It's a special occasion don't get used to it."

"It's okay I know you're a big softy I won't let it hurt your reputation."

The rest of sunlight passes with a trip to the small bistro they met in though they will always argue it's actually an eatery. A trip to a botanical garden a walking tour of the touristy parts of the city, little shops they can show each other trinkets until time comes and they drag him to the candle shop.

With a quick conversation the two stand beside each other their hands together and being directed into a warm pot of wax, each layer building the strength around their hands. Idle conversation with the employee while David can't help but carefully pull them closer without disturbing their hands. A gentle kiss set to their head, a gentle confession of love unheard by the employee but repeated without hesitation.

With a new souvenir of a simple candle replicating their hands together and as the sun gets close to the horizon their next time appointment hits. David opening the door for them as they reach the restaurant, he never told them it was his parents favorite only insisted it was the one they try for their anniversary. Sat on the rooftop with the sky lit up in with the ambers of late day they eat stealing each others silverwave for a taste of each others food.

With the restaurant behind them they walk through the park without the light of the sun to guide them. Angel doesn't hesitate when they see a gazebo with lights, pulling him underneath. He's too lost for words watching their smile to question the action but catches up when they play a song from their phone. Without direction pulling them into position to dance swaying without noticing the chill breeze or even the world around them. As they lay their head against him he whispers another "I love you, angel."

And as always without question or hesitancy they declare their love for him.

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Drunk wolf boys

I am currently listening to “government hooker” by lady gaga and just got the idea of a century. Just picture this:

What was supposed to be a simple slightly drunken hangout between Ash, Babe, David, Angel, Milo, and Sweetheart, has turned into a violently drunk Milo, Angel, Babe, and Ash blasting music in the living room of one of their houses. Meanwhile David and sweetheart are just a few beers deep watching in a mix of horror and hysterics as they watch Ash and Milo screaming Government hooker lyrics at each other and dancing on each other like literal strippers while they literally cry laugh at themselves. 

Babe and Angel are paying them absolutely no attention and are just two step dancing with each other blissfully.

This whole dance arrangement started because a fairly sober Sweetheart refused to dance with a very drunk Milo, and David does not dance in general, so obviously the next best option was for Milo to steal Ash from Babe, and for Angel to pull Babe to dance with them.

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i’m gonna do it

angsty hours

the urge to write david and angel angst based on “tolerate it” by taylor swift is so strong rn… it would break me… but i’m probably gonna do it.

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angsty hours

the urge to write david and angel angst based on “tolerate it” by taylor swift is so strong rn... it would break me... but i’m probably gonna do it.

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Milo : can’t you guys at least TRY to see it from my perspective?

Asher : *gets on my knees*

Sweetheart : *squats*

Tank : *kneels on one knee*

Milo : I hate you all.