#redacted asmr listener

[sunsickcrab]

young!darlin: you're not what I thought you'd be like

gabe: mean and scary?

young!darlin: [chuckles]

gabe: well I actually thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too

young!darlin: me?

gabe: terrifying

[sincerelywhistler]

♡ SWEETHEART ♡

More headcanons (ft. Milo) under the cut!

• Sasha is a gender-neutral name of Slavic origin, meaning “defender” and “helper of mankind”. It’s often a nickname for Alexander (their deadname) or Alexandra.

• Mother is Russian, father is Irish

• Their past colleagues have playfully nicknamed them as Donnie in college and it just stuck, as the last name Donovan, an Irish name meaning “dark”… Donnie… Donnie Darko… do you see where I’m going with this

• 6’ beanpole so they’re taller then Mile Low’s 5’9 self <3

• Professional little spoon

• Came out as nonbinary at 17. Their parents didn’t take it very well, but their mom came around eventually

• Lives up to the noir film aesthetic with their classy style, preferring deep palettes with black and rich browns

• Eventually quit smoking cigarettes with Milo’s encouragement

• Vegetarian icon

• Loner kid in their schooling years. Their type A personality was often misunderstood and came across as “too bossy”

• Loved the Goosebumps books growing up

• They need their morning coffee or else they will actually fucking kill you

• They snort when they laugh really hard and only Milo and their older brother, Nikolai, can get them to that point

• Mimosa brunches with Marie 😌

• Always humming to themself

• LOVES wearing lingerie

• Favorite place to kiss Milo is his jawline because they get to nuzzle their nose into him a bit. They like it when he kisses their knuckles and up their arm

• They’re ALWAYS running their fingers through their mate’s hair. Milo melts every time bc head scratches are supreme. He wouldn’t let anyone else dare touch his hair

• I can’t explain exactly why but they give me bergamot chai cologne vibes and I’m so here for it

• Can’t have any piercings visible due to work policy? No problem. Downstairs piercings are a good compromise (frenum, if you’re wondering)

[asmrrpaddict]

David when he finally shifted for Angel. “There, you happy now?” (Grumpy wolf man face)

[krysial]

fuck listeners that overwork themselves, gimme a listener that can never get shit done. gimme a listener that struggles to get out of bed because the thought of doing things is so physically exhausting. gimme a listener who cannot and will not do work until someone drags their ass to their desk and tries to help them focus. gimme a listener with executive dysfunction

for those telling me about treasure, i honestly don’t know shit about them since i haven’t listened to porter’s playlist at all LMAO

[fregget-frou]

Angel OC after 3 years -3-

I have no idea what the plot is at this point but they’re still my little goofball

[dannydoesthisthing27]

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

[porters-fangs]

i got some speaker headcanons. so listen up.

tw: my opinion ❤️

also probably not canon-compliant but see if i care

> morgan is almost entirely blind

he was born with cataracts, and the world has always looked to him like a watercolour painting that never dries, colour and light bleeding across his vision

seer obscura never commented when he squinted through the lenses of his glasses as they sat opposite him, or when he fumbled for the handle of his mug.

he can see. just… in a different way.

pry the blind seer trope from my cold dead hands i dare you

> sam has chronic migraines

he’s struggled with them ever since he was a kid. the throbbing pain behind his temples that never ceases, the burn of light creeping under his lashes and searing his nerves, the nausea that rises in his throat and the ringing in his ears whenever he moves his head too far in one direction.

he’s tried everything there is.

painkillers. herbal tea. lying in a dark room for hours on end. eventually, he has to grin and bear it when the responsibilities of life come knocking once more.

it’s only when darlin shifts and and curls up on his chest, every breath rumbling through his bones that he finds himself relaxing. the pain dulls. the sickness fades. he even falls asleep for the first time in days.

a furry tail thumps happily against the bedsheets.

> asher uses he/they pronouns

he started exploring his identity in college, when he kissed a guy for the first time and really didn’t hate it.

they discovered the label “demi boy” in the middle of a lecture when he was really supposed to be taking notes. it stuck.

they haven’t told anyone other than david and babe. not because he’s ashamed - he really doesn’t mind just “he” - but it’s something that feels personal to him.

a discovery that he keeps as his own.

> asher has six toes on one foot

yeah i can’t elaborate on this one

he just does

wiggles them in babe’s face sometimes

> milo used to have anxiety attacks - still does

they were bad when he was a kid. he used to collapse in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him as his throat closed up and his lungs failed every breath.

he had a childhood cat who would only ever come home through milo’s window and never explored the rest of his house. really, his parents never knew they did have a cat. it was his.

he’d keep pieces of chicken from his school lunch to leave on the windowsill. when he was having an anxiety attack, the cat ignored the food. it leaped down, prowling over to him and nudging his leg insistently, purring like an engine.

aggro does the same thing.

> milo still gets growing pains

and it pisses him off

because where is the GROWING

no growth. just an ache deep in his bones.

> vincent had epilepsy

he was never supposed to be at the theme park that night. they were a catalyst for disaster, the flashing lights and stress of the crowds the perfect breeding ground for his condition.

his friend had begged him to come - and then bailed last minute. something about a project deadline? whatever. vincent was going. he’d already convinced himself.

he’d taken his medication. avoided alcohol all night. he was very proud of himself as he stood in the queue for the “surge” rollercoaster. although, he felt himself getting fidgety at the prospect of getting on it.

the stranger next to him seemed just as nervous. so he grabbed their hand. it grounded them both.

> david lost his ring finger

he had an accident as a kid. it was stupid, really. he’d wanted to help his dad build the treehouse in their backyard. begged him to please let him cut the wood - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

reluctantly, gabe handed over the powersaw, holding his son’s hands in his own to keep them steady.

a noise from beyond the backyard. too close to the wards gabe had put up to protect what was left of his family, he glanced up for a second, loosening his hold. david was giddy with excitement.

very poor hand placement led to the crunch of bone and a very vulgar exclamation from his dad.

they had to take it at the hospital. david had never minded. he thought it looked badass - it was proof of the trust his dad had in him, the trust he’d fight to earn again. after all - he was strong too, wasn’t he?

around the time of his and angel’s wedding, he grew to hate the loss of his finger. what kind of husband would he be? unable to properly wear his ring, to let his mate stake their claim over him. they kissed his chest, and told him to go back to sleep.

david got a tattoo the next week. a wedding ring, on the knuckle of his missing finger.

and the real ring would always be threaded on the leather cord around his neck, pressed close to his heart.

> damien has a hip implant

he developed osteoarthritis in his hip at a very young age. even walking around became a chore.

his mother picked up on it very quickly, signing him up for the implant as soon as it was offered.

damien was terrified. he hated the idea of surgery - being unconscious while someone with a scalpel looms over you.

he couldn’t deny that it helped, though. finally, he didn’t wake up in pain, and he could stretch without being in agony.

when he told huxley, he made it part of his routine to drop to his knees and press loving kisses to the scar there while damien blushes and expresses his embarrassment.

he loves it really.

> gavin has a chipped horn

he coalesced with it.

now, gavin knows he looks good.

he’s never felt the need to change his appearance for people - if someone desires him, he’s all theirs

however, that small imperfection always draws his eyes when he admires himself in the mirror, and he feels his mouth tilt down, clicking his tongue

it’s just so… obvious

freelancer spent months working on their contra earth elemental abilities, struggling over each and every detail

until one day, they presented him with a small, gold cap, encrusted with little jewels, about the size of a thimble to sit atop his broken horn

they didn’t leave their room allll dayyyyy

> avior is nonbinary

yeah.

he uses he/they pronouns but the concept of gender has always baffled him.

boy? girl? uhhh… no thank you

demons have no need for such trivial things as “gender”

hilarious

also he has knee length hair and it’s long and silky and never tangles ever??

> guy has a prosthetic hand

it’s his right hand and he lost it a few years ago in a motorcycle accident.

lucky for him, he’s always been left handed.

still, he’s absolutely insufferable with the puns

“hey, honey… need a hand? ;)”

“oh my god guy.”

> camelopardalis has tremors

he’s just shaky. he doesn’t know where they come from.

maybe the memories he relieves from his clients and is haunted by every night .

maybe the coffee he can’t stop drinking.

maybe the fact that he’s somehow always cold, even in the height of summer.

they’ve never stopped him.

> porter used to have a hearing aid

he was only impaired in one ear, but still found comfort in turning his aid all the way down just to tune out the noise from one half of the world.

after he was turned, he no longer needed it, and there was a strange sense of melancholy in shutting the aid away in his bedside drawer.

his ear still rings sometimes.

> vega’s tail was clipped

when he was sent to prison, the tip of his tail was severed. not a catastrophic injury - just enough to make a statement.

i was caught.

he hides it under a cloak when he can, only sparing the blunt end a distasteful glance when he wraps it around the waist of his warden.

[dollyshalo]

Ángel and daveyyy MY BABIESS 💔

I luv them so much ! :3

[lycheefruitcup]

SHAW PACK INSTAGRAM PAGES

David

-definitely a private account

-only follows back people he knows irl

-wonders why he has 100 followers and where they came from

-goes on insta once a month (just for angel)

-doesn’t know how to use it

Asher

-very aesthetically pleasing

-baaabe gets mentioned a lot

-still tags David in posts knowing he won’t see it

Milo

-posts so many fit checks on his story (my fashion king)

-does monthly photo dumps

-sweetheart also gets mentioned all the time

Sam

-doesn’t have instagram. No one can convince him to get it

NOW ONTO THE MATES ^_^

Angel

-username was made when they were younger, now it’s their user for everything.

-very cutesy and aesthetic page

-tries to post David but almost always hides away from the camera (except a few times 😈)

Baabe

-posts Asher a lot (same with angel)

Sweetheart

-HAS THE BEST POSTS EVER

-Milo and sweetheart the power couple you guys are.

Darlin

-angel forced them to get instagram

-only follows the main pack and mates

-also barely goes on Instagram

(These pics are how I imagine their pages not their appearance (somewhat) !!)

[kiwii-11]

get a grip!

in which . . . darlin’ gets confronted by the shaw pack boys in their hopes of finding out more on their ‘budding interest’ with a certain southern vampire.

or . . . david, asher and milo, in older brother-like fashion, poke fun at tank for how flustered they get whenever sam is brought up.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them used, second person pov, some bland sex jokes, boys teasing darlin’/tank while they reject the idea, injury mention, obv set before the solstice w sam, a bit after david confronts tank and they have a pack meeting about it, they are also still a bit nervous about being back, mentions of high school shaw pack, darlin’!reader

“please get home safe. it’s a bit far to yours.” you say as you stand on the pavement.

“i always do, darlin’.” sam chuckles as he unlocks his car. you notice the way his eyes linger in you for a moment. “call me when mr shaw finds something out about quinn, okay? i’ll do the same.”

you nod your head and wrap your arms around yourself to keep warm. it was only 10pm and sam was just now leaving your apartment after you gave him the rundown of the pack meeting that happened yesterday. he would’ve stayed longer if it weren’t for a couple of newborns causing trouble back with the clan. you had told him the meeting was about further information on what they could do about quinn, and while you still felt uneasy about discussing it with your pack, you promised david.

you’re brought back to the present when you feel sam gently pat your shoulder. “can i give ya’ a hug?”

you’ve noticed him some sort of mother hen, always looking after people. he also always seems to know when you need the attention you didn’t know could be offered. you let out a short hum of confirmation.

he squeezes your gently around your shoulders as you loosely hold onto his torso. you feel relaxed, even though it was only for a second. you swear he can hear your heart thumping against your chest harder than any punch you could throw.

“i’ll come by on thursday to check up on you, alright? you have a good night, darlin’.” he says with a sweet smile. you almost falter.

“you too, sam.”

you watch as his car drives off into the direction of his house, to which you let out a sigh of relief. turning back to your apartment building, you stop when you notice a figure standing behind the tree nearby. you pause, trying to find some sort of reasoning for them to be hiding out this late. maybe a teenager trying to sneak back in? no, that wouldn’t make any sense, the windows can’t open wide enough to do that. they don’t smell familiar. you grow wary.

as you walk closer, the figure shivers and stills. it makes you only a bit more annoyed. who was this?

in a swift motion, you have them face first pressed against the concrete with your knee weighing down on their middle back. you keep an arm in your grip as you pull the hood off their head. “why the hell are you spy—?”

“ow, ow, ow, ow, surrender, surrender, i surrender!” you recognised that whiney voice and ruffled hair from anywhere.

you get up and pull the man up to his feet as well. “asher, what the fuck are you doing stalking my apartment building?” you grunt.

“i didn’t mean to!” the pack beta complains, rubbing his arm as he picks up the bag from the ground, “i—i tried calling you but you weren’t picking up! i found this game we gotta’ start playing, it looks totally sick!”

your brow twitches as you sigh, rubbing your forehead, “my phone’s charging in my room. and it’s late at night, what are you still doing up? and… why do you smell different?”

as you guide him into the building, asher trails behind with a wide smile. “well i couldn’t sleep, and i remember at the pack meeting yesterday you said you were fine, but then david told me after that you said you had a hard time falling asleep on days you don’t work, so i thought i could come over and we could play some.” he explains to you as you enter the elevator. “and this is my mate’s jacket. you’re probably picking up their scent.”

you nod your head as you rub your neck.

“oh, you gotta’ meet them at some point soon, they’ve been dying to get to know you! my mate has this whole dinner planned so you can meet all the other mates too!” he cheerfully informs you. if he was in his wolf form, he’d definitely be wagging his tail. “we’re all excited to have you back.”

you glance at him. asher is already looking back at you. the numbers on the elevator wall suddenly look so appealing. “thanks, ash.”

the doors open and you lead him into your apartment. he’s already here so you might as well play that game. as he sets it up on your console, you grab him a drink. it’s awkward for you as you sit and wait.

“by the way, who was that guy?” he suddenly asks as he hands you a controller.

you freeze. “what guy?”

asher laughs a little, “y’know, the guy you were just with outside. with the cowboy accent.” he blinks at you before he raises a brow. “wait, was he some booty call? damn, it’s not even midnight, you guys work fast—”

“he is not some—ugh, no, asher, that’s… that’s sam.” you admit to him.

he stares at you as you stare at the menu screen. “‘sam’? as in, the vampire who’s helping you?”

“yeah, i just wanted to talk to him about what was going on.” you say shortly.

asher nods his head as he goes through the instructions with you in quiet. the music from the game sound off at a low volume due to the time, but it’s a type of quiet that puts you at ease.

“so are you two fuckin’ or what?”

you slap his arm with furrowed brows. “get out of my apartment, asher.”

he begins to laugh a little, “what? c’mon, you gotta tell me! i didn’t know you had a thing for cowboys—”

“we’re not—god, asher…” you feel so embarrassed thinking about how he witnessed you and sam say ‘goodbye’. though it wasn’t even that bad, the implications he was making were wildly out of reach. “i don’t think of him like that.”

“oh really? ‘cause david said—”

“david’s a liar!”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

“i’m telling him you said that.”

you begin the game.

“don’t tell david i said that.”

he ended up leaving your apartment at 12am with a teasing grin and hopes to continue your game together.

a few days later, you had promised david that you would go on an afternoon jog with him since it was his day off and his mate was at work. he wanted a little tour around your block for a change, but you knew it was just so he could make sure the area was safe for you.

the park was deemed a good place to rest for a second and catch your breath. trailing behind david was definitely a workout. you hadn’t trained with him in years, subsequently forgetting that he lived and breathed the gym. while you weren’t any stranger to the idea, you more-so worked out at home in the spare room you turned into a home gym. it was nothing compared to david’s routine, though.

you had noticed that his scent had changed, just slightly. a new washing detergent, or something. when you commented on it, he claimed that his mate insists on doing their washing and changed the detergent they used. you say that it smells nice anyway.

“asher said you called me a liar last night.”

“that’s little…” you scowl as you tie your shoelaces, “he was just saying shit. and he dropped in on me at 10pm.”

“what were you guys talking about?” he asks as he opens his water bottle.

you’re hesitant to tell him and he notices. david already has an inkling on what you and sam were, but in truth there was no label to put on it. it didn’t matter what you felt, only what was true.

“just about the pack meeting,” you say at first but you notice david’s raised brow that makes your resolve crumble, “and sam…”

“so that’s it, then? what does that have to do with me being a liar?” he questions.

“you told him that sam was the one who told you about quinn and me being back,” you huff as you wipe the sweat off your forehead, “and now he thinks we’re—ugh…”

“sleeping together?” he finishes.

“yeah.” you huff.

“well, are you not?” he huffs back.

“no!” you scowl, standing back up with your arms crossed, “let’s just go now.”

“it doesn’t matter if you are,” david reiterates as he begins to jog behind you, “we couldn’t care less what you two do, just as long as it doesn’t endanger you or the pack.”

“we are not sleeping together,” you groan as you look back at the pack alpha, “sam just comes over and checks up on me or to tell me shit about quinn.”

“hm, is that so?” you see him begins to jog in line with you. his tone makes you squint your eyes at him. “he told me that he had to come over and save your ass once. bleeding out on the couch and everything.”

“only because i let him save me,” you state, “i could’ve healed myself.”

“we both know you’re about as good as asher when it comes to healing magic.” david claims. he dodges your heated glare. “you know i don’t think sam’s trouble.”

“i know, david…” you mumble under your breath.

he continues your jog without another word on it. you’re thankful; david at least had half the mind to notice when you were done with the conversation.

unfortunately, asher didn’t, which is why david holds you back from hitting him in the head when you two see not only the beta, but milo waiting outside your apartment building as well.

“a cowboy? really, tank?” milo grumbles with crossed arms.

“what’re you talking about, jersey boy?” you scoff back as you reluctantly let the three pack members into the apartment building, “what are you two doing here? again, asher?”

“hey, milo wants to see the southern vamp!” asher chuckles as the elevator door opens. before he can continue, david nudges his rib to shut him up, allowing your unempowered neighbours leave the elevator and make way for you four. in the safety of the elevator, he continues. “when is sam coming over again?”

“i’m not telling you! you’ll just drag these two back here to catch us!” you claim, already feeling a buzz of embarrassment in the air.

“doin’ what, huh?” milo nudges you gently with a sly smirk, “what do you two get up to?”

“nothing!” you claim.

“they hugged last night!” asher shakes your shoulders vigorously, to which david pries the beta’s hands off you. “can you believe it?”

“no fuckin’ way, he hugged you and got to keep his limbs?” milo laughs out as the doors open. they follow you to your apartment. you silently wondered what your neighbours thought about you letting four different men into your apartment at such different times. “goddamn, he’s got guts.”

the three of them had only seen your apartment a handful of times, but the older and youngest seemed to act like they had been there the whole time. your pantry is raided of your snacks and and your fridge rid of your drinks. david warned them to slow down.

“i’ve never seen anyone else get that close to you,” milo points out as he sips from a can, “you into him?”

“you guys are crazy,” you scoff as you shake your head and move passed milo to the fridge, “i’ve known him for like… three months.”

“david fell in love with his mate when he first met them.” asher juts a thumb out to their alpha, to which he grumbles under his breath. “it’s not bad if you’re into him.”

“i’m not.” you sigh as drink from your bottle of water.

“so how come you got that wretched piece of clothing sittin’ on your couch?” milo questions as he makes his way to the said place. he picks up the flannel by the collar with a judging look. “doesn’t smell like ya’. vamps have that certain kinda’ scent, don’t they?”

“tank, there’s nothing wrong with being… involved with sam,” david says again with crossed arms over his chest, “just be safe.”

“you’re taking this out of proportion,” you let our a dry laugh as you grab the flannel from milo’s hands and toss it onto the solo seat in the corner, “our relationship is purely transactional.”

“and by ‘transactional’, you mean—”

“ash, ew.”

“just admit to us that you like the cowboy vampire and we’ll be outta’ your hair.” asher giggles out with some schoolboy listening to gossip in the locker rooms. “i didn’t get a good look at him, though, is he sexy?”

“ash!” you grumble out in protest.

“remember the guy they had a crush on in high school?” david inputs from his seat at your counter, “the one from the band?”

“oh yeah!” milo joins in, “the drummer, right? he was pretty cute then, i remember tank gettin’ all flustered whenever he would invite them to watch their practice.”

“don’t even start.” you warn.

“and they accidentally shifted when he came up to us on our way to school!” asher’s voice makes you rush over to him and slam your fist against his back. “ow! and—and we had to tell him that they were the new school mascot!”

their laughter voids into the room, which makes you grow more aggravated. with a middle finger, you exit the area.

“i’m gonna’ take a shower and by the time i’m done, your mess is cleaned up and you are all out of here,” you huff as you turn away to your room, “thanks, david.”

“you’re welcome,” he replies, “let’s go, guys.”

you hear their whines to not leave until you shut your door and grab a towel. the shower you took definitely calmed your down a little more and refreshed you after your jog with david.

one of the reasons sam had visited you so often was also due to your injuries facing other vampires. your last wound, a deep scratch on the right side of your torso, was still yet to heal properly. you didn’t want to tell this to the others, though, that you weren’t fully healed. they would pry further and you weren’t fully ready to speak to them.

your shower finishes and you change into new clothes when you walk into your bedroom again, your phone ringing on your bedside table. walking over, you notice the three-lettered name.

“hello?”

“hey, sorry for the abrupt call,” sam’s voice comes through your device, making you stand up a little straighter, “i tried textin’, but i wasn’t gettin’ any answers. i’m outside your apartment, darlin’.”

“you’re what?” you jump into action, rushing out your bedroom into the kitchen and living room area. luckily, you’re met with silence and no sign of the boys. the sun had just gone down; did he come over as soon as he could?

“yeah, i’m outside. you didn’t hear me knock?” sam asks.

“i was in the shower, i’ll let you in.” you hang up immediately and, using your towel, try to shake out the rest of the water from your head. you prayed to whoever that the boys had left as soon as you got into the shower, and they didn’t bump into sam. taking a deep breath, you open the door with your towel around your neck. “hi.”

“hey, darlin’,” sam chimes with the same smile as always; you’d think he was trained for this, “sorry ‘bout all this.”

“oh, no it’s fine,” you wave it off and let him inside, “what were you here for?”

“to drop these off for ya’,” he says and he places a couple of medicine pills and supplies on the counter, “for the one on your side. hopefully it’ll help it heal better.”

you look at each of the items. “oh, um, thank you.” you sheepishly say.

“do you mind if i… take a quick look?” he worriedly mutters out.

no matter how many times he asks, you always get a bit heated up. you clear your throat and sit on the counter seats, gently lifting up the side of your loose shirt.

you hear sam inhale sharply at the sight. he warns you about his touch, to which you allow. “it’s still bad, but… it’s definitely gettin’ better.”

“you think so?” you mutter out.

“yep,” he says, tugging your shirt back down to cover it up, “still as strong as ever, ain’t ya’?”

you let out a small chuckle before sam begins to go through what each item does for your health. while only half listening, you can only stare at him and the crease of his brows as he explains everything. sure enough, he was in a flannel and some jeans. you begin to think about asher’s question from earlier. did you find him attractive?

“you listenin’, darlin’?” he speaks up, snapping you out of your trance.

“huh? oh yeah, i was,” you falsely state, “thank you.”

“mhm.” he huns with a knowing smile. it falters for a moment before he looks to the wall by the tv. “you hear that?”

“hear what?” you stand again and tilt your head. “i didn’t hear anything. it’s probably my neighbour’s cat rummaging around. i hear it sometimes at night.”

“huh. okay.” sam shrugs it off as what you said. his sense of hearing was impressive, as you’ve noted since that time he heard you let out a sharp gasp after trying to replace some bloodies bandages on your own while he was in the kitchen. “what did you get up to today?”

“went on a jog with david,” you say, to which sam immediately stands up straight, “got some paperwork to get through, like contracting and some stuff. that’s about it. you?”

“one of the newborns is still hesitant on feeding, as you’d expect. vincent and i are tryna’ ease ‘em through it, but it takes a toll, y’know?” he claims as he rubs his neck, “the thought if you came to mind when i passed the infirmary. just imagined that you’d need some more help with that one.”

you find his words to be like honey. sweetens your bitter taste, but in a different way to everyone else.

“that’s kind of you. oh that reminds me, you left your shirt here,” you claim as you walk to the couch to retrieve it, but you find nothing, “huh… i must’ve misplaced it.”

“it’s fine, i’ll get it another day.” he waves his hand dismissively.

“did you want a drink or something?” you offer with a small smile, “gotta’ warn you, though, no tennessee whiskey.”

“hardy har, that’s a good song and you know it,” he rolls his eyes at your joke and he shakes his head, “i’d love to stay, but vincent needs some help with surveillance at wonderworld. we’re hoping to not catch another shifter tryna’ get into trouble.”

“oh, so now you’re funny?” you laugh along with him as you escort him to the door, “see you on thursday, then.”

“yes, til then.” he hums out sweetly to you. as he stands in the door way, he reaches out to grab the towel and wipe some water droplets off your cheek. “rest easy, darlin’. wanna’ see your face on thursday.”

his smile is the last thing you see as he walks off into the elevator, waving at you, and you close the door. leaning your head against the wood, you groan quietly to yourself.

and after a few seconds, you sigh, “shit…”

then, out bursts asher and milo from the coats closet beside you.

“I KNEW IT!” asher screams so loud that you nearly sock him in the face before realising it was him, “YOU HAVE A THING FOR ERRON BLACK!”

“don’t call him that, ash, he’s not a game character,” david groans from around the corner, the hallway to your room, “can’t believe you can stand to not talk for that long.”

“i can’t believe they were so obviously swoonin’ over the southerner but won’t admit it,” milo chimes in with his hands on his hips, “so that’s the vamp that’s got ya’ in a headlock, huh? could probably smell the desperation on ya’.”

he waves the flannel in your face, to which you snatch out of his hands and put on the couch again. “i thought i told you guys to get out.”

“milo’s right, who knew the guy had charms like that? got ol’ tank leaning against the door like ‘oh my goodness, he’s so handsome and sexy and his accent, ah!’.” asher over exaggerates your vocal tone. you have to hold yourself back from shifting and tearing his head off. “so dramatic.”

“you’re dramatic.” you scowl in embarrassment.

“alright, that’s enough,” david waves his hands between the both of you, “let’s leave tank alone. they have their own feelings to sort out.”

“there’s nothin’ to ‘sort out’, they definitely like him!” milo claims as he’s getting ushered out the door with asher not too far behind, complaining the same, “this ain’t over, tank! i wanna’ know this guy’s wardrobe!”

“tell us all the hot details, ha!” asher’s last words makes you cover your face in your hands. so annoying!

“hey,” david’s calm demeanour pulls through, “take your time with it. you know you’re allowed to do these kinda’ things.”

he gives you a short ruffle on the head before he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

you’re left with your own thoughts again. and the overwhelming feeling of asher finally being right about something first.

you were most definitely into that cowboy vampire.

[chimckenns]

Vincent’s the type of man that would pull Lovely in by the waist so that they’re flush against his body, gaze into their eyes with all the love in the world, and kiss them. Lovely would have their hands on his chest, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling him in.

This applies when they’re sitting too - Vincent would pull Lovely onto his lap and they’d straddle his thighs.

Sometimes he’d have one hand on their cheek, his thumb grazing their lips, signalling his intention.

After a slow, deep kiss, he’d bury his head into the crook of their neck and place soft kisses there too. Lovely would use this opportunity to wrap their arms around his neck and pull him into a warm hug.

Cue some soft giggles and “I love you”s.

They’re the textbook romance novel couple.

[c0rvus-corax]

Milo is a grabber when cuddling.

He is very honest about it too, he would never try to hide it.

We already established that he loves body to body contact. He definitely pulls up his and Sweethearts shirt to ensure his much needed touch.

Now, back to the grabbing thing. Milo doesn't just put his flat Hand on Sweethearts back, no! He full-on grabs them because it feels more intimate to him. For him, grabbing is not something reserved for sex. It's fore everyday use.

[tankwolf]

inspired by this post by @porcelaininkpot

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[vind3miat0r]

"I want to be more. You make me feel like more."

love wins

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[dannydoesthisthing27]

Blake is Hozier songs in the "severely misunderstanding the lyrics" way

Sam is Hozier in the "I yearn for the gentleness of a soft hands touch against my cheek when all I've been given is the cruel sting of it"

Ollie is Hozier in the "God I love my partner" way

Gavin is Hozier in the "I'm hopelessly devoted to you, my heart would sooner burst from my chest than fall for someone other than you my darling" way

Vincent is Hozier in the "let me take the weight my love you've been through so much--crawl into my arms and i'll take us far away from this terrible place" way