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okay fool!porter did something that was unexplainable to my heart

simply because he acts like british version of guy

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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.”

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Milo and Tank banter.

''Yeah, but'' Milo starts as Tank just finished talking.

''Does anyone hear that? I think I hear a Terrier yipyapping like bitch. 'Erm, actually' Sybau lil' man, the people that don't need uppies are talking'' Tank interrupts with toothy smirk.

''Listen here, asshole-''

They argued for an hour and a half.

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Gavin was always the second choice.

He was an afterthought.

People only approached him when they needed him for something, and they’d go right back to their lives or partners after.

He was just temporary fun, and he was fine with that. After all, that’s what incubi were for.

But yet deep down he wanted more. Seeing all the couples on the street devoted to each other made a part of him feel… jealousy.

He had those moments of devotion too, but it was only ever born out of lust.

People would smile at him only to turn back and leave him in the shadows again.

Gradually, any hope of finding his own special someone faded.

Until Freelancer chose him as their first.

From their first meeting, he found himself drawn to them. There was something warm happening in his core that he’d never felt before.

It took a while for him to finally coax them into bed, and as much as he was happy that they accepted, a part of him was filled with dread as well.

After they had their fun with him, would they leave too?

This was all they wanted from him, wasn’t it?

They had scrambled to leave the morning after, and although Gavin said he believed them when they said they had a meeting to go to, a part of him was still doubtful.

But they came back to him. They always did.

Even when he told them not to during the inversion, they risked their life and came back to him, holding him through the worst day of his life.

He never thought anyone would.

But Freelancer did.

Freelancer chose him.

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Thinking about Guy (again bc i’m bundled up in bed and unfortunately very Guy-less)

Laying your head on his chest as the two of you watch tiktoks together. head bouncing on his chest when he laughs at something

pausing those reddit stories to have an in depth discussion filled with scandalized gasps playfully hitting each other to emphasize your points

admiring every inch of his face while he watches videos, taking in every crinkle of his eyes and how cute he looks while he laughs

him whining and dramatically complaining if you have to get up and go to the bathroom

doing face masks together and him taking goofy selfies

doing a skincare routine with him and him teasing you about just wanting to have your hands all over his face because you looooooove him (he’s right)

him giving you a dramatic smooch right after brushing your teeth and saying something stupid like “waow so minty!!”

Matching jammies

if not matching jammies, you wear one of his shirts and your underwear and he goes absolutely insane for it

him wrapping his arms around you and penguin waddling the both of you to bed

you pulling the covers over both of you and he grabs one of your hands and just gently rests it on his cheek and closes his eyes, sighing and smiling contentedly (you’re sure he can hear your heart nearly pounding out of your chest)

he likes to gently headbutt you for some reason. sometimes it’ll be if you’re laying there deep in thought. might be his way of snapping you out of things

he likes sprawling out all over you, arm under yours to scratch your back, legs slotted between each others, a sweet sleepy smile on his face as he presses soft kisses to your eyelids, tip of your nose, forehead, cheeks and one final kiss on the lips to signify the end of the night

you wake up in the middle of the night and he’s basically on top of you, weighing you down like the perfect blanket.

your perfect blanket.

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Milo is obsessed with Sweetheart’s body. Whenever he’s around them, he feels the urge to touch them in some way.

He’s in love with the way their eyes light up whenever they see him.

He can’t help but slide his hands around their waist when one of them goes in for a kiss.

The gentle care they put into running their hands over his body when he’s tired or achey and vice versa.

He’ll always have an arm around them while they’re on the couch together watching a movie.

During pack meetings, Sweetheart will be by his side if they’re not working, holding his hand in their lap, thumb idly stroking the back of his.

When the two are making out, he loves pushing them back onto the bed. He’ll hover over them and it makes him twitch in his pants to feel how soft and pliant their thigh feels in his hand.

The way their legs lock around any part of him when he’s bringing them to your peak makes him feral, motivating him to get them there faster and make it last as long as he can.

And at the end of every night, he loves peppering kisses all over their face and slips a hand somewhere under their shirt and slowly fall asleep.

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how it feels falling in love with a fool!verse character knowing you're never going to hear from them again...

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I want to see domestic Porter so badly

I need an audio that's just him and Treasure spending the night together. Maybe Treasure introduces him to one of their favorite shows growing up.

Porter is still hesitant about touching them again; not because he thinks they don't want it it, but because he doesn't think himself worthy enough to deserve that closeness again yet.

Treasure picking up on it, and instead of trying to talk about it, they just leave their hand between the two of them, reaching but not touching. They make a point to keep their eyes on the screen at that point, but they're barely breathing. Terrified to press him again, biting their lip to keep from talking about the show they're watching.

Porter simply staring at them for a few minutes, his core flaring in his chest desperate to reach for them, to feel their heat again. He sees his own fears reflected in their eyes, something he never wanted them to feel around him. Let alone him be the reason for it. He doesn't take their hand. He lays his own down beside theirs, pinky brushing theirs as he follows their lead and turns to the tv.

Treasure exhaling for what feels like the first time in weeks. They know it's not much, but it's connection. It's his cool skin against theirs. It's an opportunity to open that door again. They shift a little closer, bumping their shoulder into his gently. An easy smile starting to form on their lips.

Porter realizing that they're really ok with him being back in their home. That he can still be safe in this place, with his Treasure. The first time he tries to speak, he's cut off by treasures cat jumping on him. The second time he tries Treasure gets up just before he can speak. The third time is interrupted by Treasure voicing a thought about a character they dislike. Snow white, if he remembers correctly. He agrees with their assessment that she's in the wrong 90% of the time because she's 'trying to do the right thing.'

Treasure finally slumping against him asleep. Breathing deep, and slow, completely relaxed in his presence. They don't wake up when he lifts them up so they can rest in bed. Drifting between dreams of stardust and rubies as he pulls a blanket over them.

Porter sitting on the edge of the bed, uncharacteristically unsure of what he should do. They didn't talk about how they felt in regards to him spending the night. He doesn't imagine they'd want him in their bed again this soon. Should he stay the night out on the couch? What if they want him to leave and didnt...get...

Treasure who woke up shortly after getting set down, touching his forearm carefully but firmly. They pull him out of the spiral with a simple squeeze. A small smile and the pulling back of sheets an invitation to lay beside them. Their expression open and patient as they watch him.

Porter feeling his core reach out again and leaning into it this time. He slips into the space beside them, a soft breath of surprise escaping him when their arms wrap around his waist. He lays there for a long time after they fall asleep, listening to the steady beat of their heart and the even rhythm of their breathing.

Treasure waking up alone in bed the next morning, a pit in their chest until their gaze lands on the bedside table. Where a pair of silver earings lay, not something easily forgotton, and not something they've seen away from the owner before. They realize at the same time they can smell hashbrowns and bacon. Quickly stumbling out of bed to rush to the kitchen excitement at the thought of him being there overriding their desire to get ready for the day.

Porter standing at the stove wearing the "kiss the cook" chefs apron they'd gifted him as a joke after he'd taken up cooking while they were sick several months prior. A grin trying to fight its way onto his lips as he pretends not to notice his human slipping on the tiles, snagging the edge of the island as they stare at him.

Treasure breaking out in a smile that he will do anything to keep on their face. They walk over behind him wrapping their arms around his waist as they look over his shoulder. They bury their face in his neck trying to tamp down how happy they truly are that he chose to stay.

Porter taking in the moment and allowing himself to enjoy their touch again. Taking in the pleasure of having their arms around him.

A soft kiss to the crown of their head has them both glowing, and he becons them to sit down so he can serve them breakfast, their drink already on the table along with a bouquet of their favorite flowers.

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I think about this all the time

I wish it would stick because Vincent probably hadn't been called that since his high school days if at all 😂

Wonder if Vincent finds it endearing or bizarre

Milo called Vincent "Vinny" a few times, but it never stuck. Milo, like everyone else, looks at him and thinks "yeah, no, this guy's a Vincent, not a Vinny"

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So William right? William and his perfectly manicured nails? William who taps said nails on his desk because he likes the noise and because he knows that it drives some people mad. William who makes a point of not tapping when Porter is around, until Porter gets a little to close to the line. William that will be tapping pointer to pinky and back when Alexis is in the room. William that has never tapped his fingers in the same room as Vincent until the last time they talked. William that never tapped his fingers when Sam was in the room, only tapping once whenever the wolf was brought up and his interest was peaked. William having a specific kind of handle made for his cane that allows him to tap his fingers and still have a good grip?

William that rarely stands up during a meeting. William who keeps his voice low enough, that most need to lean in to hear him properly. William that has a habit of looking behind the people he's talking to and finds it particularly amusing when the person he's talking to turns to look behind themselves as well. William who will never be seen feeding unless it's from a glass (he has humans that provide blood but he doesnt drink directly from them)

William who only shows his irritation around Alexis and Porter because he knows they're not going to say anything, and occasionally they have useful insight. William that has the most charming smile, and is known for using it to his advantage even more than he actually trances people. William that knows exactly what to say every time, regardless of the situation. William taking advantage of the fact that people find him alluring enough to converse with despite how intimidating a presence he has

William who's startlingly up to date with fashion trends but chooses to dress a little more classically with a modern twist (blouses, dress pants, long coats, boots, the works)

William that wears makeup to draw attention to his eyes

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Milo greer takes his mother to lunch once a week

Milo greer has a collection of candid photos of everyone close to him. His favorites are the ones of Darlin' and David, Sam and Sweetheart, Sweetheart, and Marie. Not many people know about the pictures, but sometimes he'll be seen looking at his phone with a soft smile and warm eyes (I got the idea for this one from @penumbra-mayhem )

Milo Greer, who makes a lot of food when people are around, because he knows what it's like when you need to ration food "nobodies going hungry on his watch"

Milo Greer that was so relieved when he found out Darlin' had come home, only to feel dreads cold hands wrap around his throat again, bearing the name Quinn Fox

Milo Greer (practically the entire pack does it at this point) telling his people to drive safe because he knows how unpredictable life can be

Milo Greer who still mourns the relationship he had with his father when he was young. He grieves for the man his father used to be since he knows that he will never be able to let himself give trust to that man again

Milo Greer spending at least one day a month deep cleaning the whole house so he can decompress and slow down (and then inevitably get distracted by Sweetheart)

Milo Greer having long conversations with Darlin' about their wolves and the connection they have to magic. The two of them shifting and going on a run together alone for the first time since they came back to town. Milo telling them, that at the end of the day its their choice what they want to do. He'll be there for then as long as they'll let him

Milo 'loverboy' Greer getting pulled in by the waist by Sweetheart before he leaves for work. Sweetheart pulling a page from his book and making a whole deal of loving up on him before he goes because he tried to leave without kissing them goodbye (he doesn't even have shoes on)

Milo 'young man' Greer helping his Ma move things from her apartment into a real home for once. Marie being caught off guard by how much he really does look like Colm, and her heart hurting that she makes the association since he's forever more than the man he used to call father. Milo knowing that she does, and giving her a small smile in an effort to see hers. Milo promising her that she doesnt have to worry about what happened before happening again. He learned from his fathers mistakes, and he will never be like that with his family ( @dahlia-tourism-board inspired this one with the 'you look like your father' story)

Milo 'lo' Greer playing with the pack kids and that being one of the only times he's not upset about being disheveled. The pack kids loving his wolf because they're still in awe of the fact that their family can turn into animals. Milo proud of the fact that he's someone that the kids feel comfortable enough around to laugh, play, and sleep around

Milo 'mahlow' Greer hanging out with Sam while they wait for their mates to finish sparring. Sam asking Milo how to cook some of his favorite recipes so that he can make them for Darlin

Milo 'big man' Greer arguing with Baaabe over something stupid like the number of jelly beans in a bag or the proper way to fold towels. Baaabe only started calling him that after they confirmed it was ok. The first time it happened was an accident while they were playing smash and their eyes got so wide afterwards that it made Milo laugh. It doesn't bother him

Milo Greer, who feels at home when he has Sweetheart in his arms. Milo who isn't afraid to let himself feel anymore, because he knows tears won't get him yelled at. Milo who accepts his shortcomings because he knows now that failure doesn't automatically come with a punishment

Milo Greer who knows what it means to be truly loved

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Talking about Milo and Sweetheart (primarily fooliverse) because they're very dear to me.

Fool! Milo, who hadn't felt connected to anyone in years. Fool! Milo, who offered himself to the king because he had nothing left to lose. Fool! Milo that was in an argument with Dimitri right before he met Sweetheart. Fool! Milo wanting to take out his pent-up feelings on anything. Fool! Milo that was ready to make them his dinner. Fool! Milo who, for the first time since he was turned, hesitated.

Fool! Sweetheart, who just graduated from D.A.M.N at the top of their class. Fool! Sweetheart that was so excited to start working for the department, because now they can finally start really helping people. Fool! Sweetheart getting a supervisor who's notorious for breaking rookies. Fool! Sweetheart who went to wonderworld knowing that it could go wrong. Fool! Sweetheart that forgot how to breath when faced with the person who could very well end more than their career, because how could someone that dangerous have such warm eyes. Fool! Sweetheart that has POTS that's often triggered during high stress situations.

Fool! Milo who could sense their blood pressure falling in the moment and panicked because his ma' had fainting spells he couldn't help with.

Fool! Sweetheart that's never had someone to help with their episodes before.

Fool! Milo inviting them to his place, not just because of the paperwork and wanting their blood, but because he wanted to keep an eye on them. Just for a while.

Fool! Milo who made sure he had Gatorade and snacks before they got there because he wants them to recover and feel good even after they're done having fun.

Fool! Sweetheart who started giggling because they could see the concern in his eyes, and they thought it was funny for a vampire prince to worry about someone like them.

Fool! Milo who asked them to stay the night because he didn't want to risk something happening while they drove home.

Fool! Sweetheart who never even imagined spending the night in a place like the mansion Milo owns.

Fool! Milo who doesn't understand why he feels this way to someone he just met.

Fool! Sweetheart trying to figure out why his core feels so familiar, even though they know they've never met him before.

Milo and Sweetheart who find each other in every universe because not even Echo wants to separate a wolf and his raven.

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Huxley knows how Damien struggles sometimes, wonders how he could deserve all the good things in his life.

It sits low in Huxley's heart, and he wants to show Damien all the reasons he's more than worthy.

Damien proves himself in how his anger is strongest when he sees injustice done in the world, how that anger burns so beautifully when that injustice is aimed at his friends.

Damien proves himself in how he takes charge of plans for them all, keeping track of everything from logistics to weather to everyone's dietary needs. Even more when he learns to lean on Lasko, the two of them looking after their little found family.

Damien proves himself in how he's jumped into his role at the Academy, taking on every bureaucratic obstacle with that rage that burns at injustice, doing everything he can to make their alma mater into what it's meant to be.

Damien proves himself in how he listens to Huxley's own low points, in how he'll always reassure him no matter how many times it come up. He loves Huxley so much, and he's so patient and kind and loyal, in ways that he never gives himself credit for.

Huxley wishes he could hold up a mirror in his mind to show Damien all the things he can't see. But he'll do whatever it takes, as many times as it takes, to show Damien just how much he deserves every good thing he has, including the love they share.

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I want Porter to show up on his porch in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, he's completely soaking wet like the sad little lost kitten he is 😢

David is really out here collecting Solaire Vamps like cats. He started off with one, and now he has three.........for now.......

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david shaw.

most importantly david shaw's scratchy five o'clock shadow face buried in the soft part of your neck after he crawls, exhausted, into bed at two in the morning

most importantly the way your arms fit perfectly around his neck and his arms nestle right in that dip between your ribs and hips and his hands feel like heating pads against the small of your back

most importantly the little snuffles and grunts he makes as he gets comfortable

most importantly the way you pretend to be sleeping because he get softer, vulnerable, more gentle when he thinks you're not paying attention. because old habits die hard, but also because david thinks it means more when nobody is looking.

most importantly david who treasures you because he never thought he'd get married or fall in love once he became alpha and here you are.

most importantly david who smells like warmth and outside and the forest and something sharper and rougher than all of that. david who smells like soft sheets and home.

most importantly, now you can wear the shaw pack hoodie and claim that it does in fact have your name on it.

most importantly referring to yourself as "mrs. shaw" or "mr. shaw" or "mx shaw" or whatever you want but you're HIS. you have his name on you. forever.

most importantly, david shaw loves you, and it hurts him impossibly so.

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Sweetheart opened the door after a long day. The moon is already shining in place of the sun, the hands of the clock long passed the number 12, signalling the start of a new day when it hadn’t even ended for them.

Milo was there, welcoming them in. He took them in his arms and kissed the top of their head as they nuzzled into the crook of his neck and groaned.

“I missed you.”

“I know, baby. I missed you too.” Milo nuzzled his nose into their hair, taking a deep breath. His hand reached up and stroked their head in slow movements, letting Sweetheart nuzzle further.

Milo loved these moments. When he held them in his arms he could feel Sweetheart’s tense body physically relax like they exhaled a breath that they had been holding for the entire day. He felt pride knowing that he could let them feel like this, and that they felt safe enough to let go of the tough Investigator and return back to being his Sweetheart.

“Come on, let’s get you inside. If you’re hungry I made some lasagna for dinner. If not we can get you cleaned up and in bed. Whatever you’re feelin’ right now.”

Milo slowly guided them in the house with a shuffle and closed the door. He moved to let go of them briefly to help them with their jacket, but Sweetheart tightened their grip on his waist.

“Mmmf.” They shook their head in protest. Milo chuckled, heart warming at Sweetheart’s wordless plea for him to stay. It must’ve been a really tough day for them to be clinging to him like this.

“Okay. We can stay like this for a little longer. At least let me take you to the couch, Sweetheart. Just five steps.

Theeerree we go.”

They both let out a satisfied sigh as the pillows of the couch welcomed them. Sweetheart shifted to straddle his lap, arms snaking around his neck. Milo rubbed his hands up and down their back in a slow rhythm.

“You can sleep now. You’ve damn well earned it, baby. I’ll take you to bed in a bit. Right now, just focus on resting. I’m right here. Just let me take care of you.”

The feeling of his arms around them and the soft, warm thrum of his core as it synced with theirs lulled them into a deep sleep.

Sweetheart woke up at 1pm later that day. Thank god they had the day off.

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david has to be an absolute slut for forehead kisses, he’s all big and tall and buff so he doesn’t get them as often, but it turns him into complete mush