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I can’t remember who said it, but the thought of Sam loving heat and warmth so much that after Darlin’ gets back from a pack run he just clings onto them in their wolf form is adorable and I absolutely love it! I’m thinking something like this picture only Darlin’ is much much bigger! And they just lay there and cuddle like that for hours long after their fur has cooled!!!

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When Sam watched Darlin’ obliterate the vamps in the Valentine’s Day audio, he probably saw them in slow motion.

Picture slow classical music playing in the back of his mind as he watched his mate, powerful and fierce, use their jaws to behead a vampire while in midair, blood spilling in a perfect arc.

To others, it might have been a gruesome scene.

But to Sam, it was true beauty. Beautiful in a way he had no words to even describe.

He felt his chest well up with pride seeing their once pristine white fur now red with blood, and his breath caught in his chest when those piercing, glowing eyes met his.

Sam opened his arms, fully encapsulated by them, and smiled as they ran into them, shifting back into a human a second before colliding into his body and kissing him like he was the air they need to breathe.

His hands found home around their waist, holding them against him.

He couldn’t be happier.

He was in love.

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👁👁 (dont mind i posted this screenshot on main if you saw that post no you fuckin didnt)

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While they were asleep, Sam used to carefully roll back their sleeves to check if they had any wounds they didn’t tell him about.

And more often than not, they did.

Curse their stubborn-ness.

He knows that they’d rather get injured and die alone than tell anyone.

He’s scared he’d wake up one day to a cold bed and spend a day searching for his Darlin’ to find them passed out in the middle of nowhere, because they couldn’t tell him; or worse, because they didn’t want to tell him.

The thought of them bleeding out alone haunted his mind.

He’s not one to have any significant fears in life after everything he went through, but it’s different now that he has something to lose.

As much as he told them constantly that healing them wasn’t a burden on him, he could tell they never really believed it. Their smile when they finally caved and promised to tell him if they had any injuries didn’t reach their eyes.

Hence, the sneaking every night, long after Darlin was asleep. He didn’t miss the way their expression would soften after he closed the gash on their upper arm.

Sam shook his head, heart racing from the thought of them in pain the whole time they were with him earlier, and head throbbing from the overuse of magic.

They’d rather deal with potential death than be a burden to him.

His stupid mate.

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If the mates had a TikTok page:

Angel:

Cursed edits of David - e.g. secretly filming him leading the pack meeting but only including the moments where he breathes/inhales.

Had their account on public but then one of David’s clients somehow found their account and their first impression of the security business’ boss was… not ideal.

So now their account is private. David let them keep the videos as a compromise (he can’t say no to his mate).

Sneaky prank videos - Angel creating a compilation of them smacking David’s ass, doing the “walking in on your husband showering” type of videos, etc.

Once in a blue moon they post a cute video of the both of them on a date - a fit check, perhaps.

While their account was still public their video of them gently biting on David’s bicep (filmed in a way that David’s face isn’t revealed and his bicep takes up most of the frame + only Angel’s mouth is showing) went viral.

Babe:

They have a lot of shitposts of the pack, but their account is on private so they can share things without worrying about the whole world seeing it.

The entire pack follows them.

Cursed images of Asher taken from weird angles with meme music in the background.

They have a cute video of their anniversary date with Asher, which is the only serious post they have on there. It was more of a present to him - a memory of their time together in a sweet montage.

Also vlogs of mate trips and hangouts.

They start a collection of videos documenting Asher’s progress in dealing with the pizza man.

The pack all see it and cheer him on in the comments.

Ends with a picture of Asher (wolf) posing with said pizza man (terrified)

Sweetheart:

They’re the couple tik tok-er, and Milo is also in on it.

Cute posts where SH does a fit check and Milo worships them while ranking his favourite outfits.

Videos of them doing cute things together with a soft piano background: cooking, cuddling, watching a movie, etc. Basically like a soft movie montage of their dates. Goes viral because of how beautiful their love is (and also how beautiful they are in general hehe)

SH would film Milo cooking sometimes, and he’d mimic those thirst trap cooking videos, earning a belly laugh from SH. You can literally see the love in Milo’s eyes as he watches them breathless from laughing. Small moments like these.

Sam:

Only has one post which is a short candid of Darlin’ where they were watching the sunset and the last golden rays shined on them just right. It blew up and went viral (Darlin’ is stunning, so no surprises there)

He posted it by accident while trying to figure out how the app works. He only downloaded it to follow the other mates.

He don’t know how to delete it and he can’t be bothered to anymore.

A one hit wonder that left the world gagged✨

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While they were asleep, Sam used to carefully roll back their sleeves to check if they had any wounds they didn’t tell him about.

And more often than not, they did.

Curse their stubborn-ness.

He knows that they’d rather get injured and die alone than tell anyone.

He’s scared he’d wake up one day to a cold bed and spend a day searching for his Darlin’ to find them passed out in the middle of nowhere, because they couldn’t tell him; or worse, because they didn’t want to tell him.

The thought of them bleeding out alone haunted his mind.

He’s not one to have any significant fears in life after everything he went through, but it’s different now that he has something to lose.

As much as he told them constantly that healing them wasn’t a burden on him, he could tell they never really believed it. Their smile when they finally caved and promised to tell him if they had any injuries didn’t reach their eyes.

Hence, the sneaking every night, long after Darlin was asleep. He didn’t miss the way their expression would soften after he closed the gash on their upper arm.

Sam shook his head, heart racing from the thought of them in pain the whole time they were with him earlier, and head throbbing from the overuse of magic.

They’d rather deal with potential death than be a burden to him.

His stupid mate.

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Samuel Collins but he's sitting on the porch soaking up the warmth left behind by the sun

A glass of whiskey in one hand and his Darlins jacket in the other while he watches them chase a rabbit through the forest

His eyes wandering across the yard in front of him, savoring the peace of an early evening spent with his mate

A laugh falling from his lips easily at the sight of them faceplanting into a pile of leaves

Darlin pretending to be annoyed at him and trying to bite their tail to get it to stop wagging every time he giggles a little more

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Okay so yk how Porter said vamps will just kill each other for sport...

Do you think they have (semi) organized fight clubs?? Like everybody shows up to a warehouse on a Tuesday night and they beat the shit out of each other?? I think they do.

And I think Quinn was heavily involved in the biggest one in Dahlia. And I think Darlin' fought in it for funsies. And I think their fight name was "Wolfie" because you don't get to decide it yourself but also no one was creative enough to think of something better.

And I imagine even after the fall out with Quinn, they were still tight w a lot of the vamps (rouges and clan members) that were regulars at the fights.

I also imagine a lot of vamps are just generally scared of them for that reason like, "no dude don't fuck with them, I've seen them round house a 50+ year, old-blood vamp. They can take a hit like a brick wall on steroids dude. It's not worth it."

To which causes mass confusion at events like the Solstice when people are literally parting like the red sea when Darlin' is on the move. Like yeah get the fuck out of their way, they are NOT afraid to throw you through a wall.

Anyways, late night TB thoughts, I'm going to bed now.

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wip of a very special someone from a very special audio.........,,,

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darlin, texting sam: “I got into a fight at the supermarket btw”

sam, staring at his phone for approximately 5 minutes before texting back: “I wanna say you what now but this is very you so tell me what happened?”

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I added the Shaw pack logo to it and added some more shading

Let me know what you guys think and what I should add next. Also, do you guys want me to add Shaw pack or just leave it blank like this? 

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headcanon that all the mates + lovely unironically flirt with darlin but they kinda have a really fucked flirt radar (exhibit A being them telling Sam their first move was calling him after they were injured by the vamps they fought) so it just goes over their head most of the time

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Ok so hear me out

Sam right? Sam (au) still human

Now imagine Sam (au still human) lounging beside a pool

Sun bouncing off of dark skin one of his arms behind his head. Hat brim tipped low over his face so the lights not hurting his eyes as he looks over at you

Dark brown eyes melting your walls as they peer at you behind long lashes

A glass of (drink of choice) in his hand as he gives you a smug yet warm smile and gestures for you to come closer

Human teeth still sharp as they flash in his grin and he pulls you down to straddle his lap

Skin hot to the touch as you rest your cheek against his bare shoulder

His voice a low rumble against your chest as he talks about his day

His hands soft and firm as they squeeze your hips and sides absent mindedly for a while

Stealing his hat and putting it on yourself as he pretends to pout about it (he loves seeing you in his hat and he's pretty without it)

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a/n it’s been MONTHS since i’ve indulged in redacted content sooo ,, but i saw my old mafia post and felt a surge of creativity rush in my veins ❤️ lmk where i can pick up from as a ‘returning’ listener (^_^) i hope yall enjoy this! im planning to make a series off this hopefully cuz i love this silly southern man

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pinned down | mafia!sam x hitman!darlin

synopsis: darlin’ is a hitman for the shawfia & very infamous amongst the underground for their,, work. sam happens to be their newer target. sam wasn’t born yesterday, he’s been forced to walk on eggshells ever since. until recently, the pack has decided to make amends with the clan & collaborate with their,, differences aside.

content contains! gender neutral language, mentions of violence, a shitty pun

location: dahlia, ca

the time sits at a steady 9:24pm as you’re angled atop an apartment complex from a distance, your breath struggling to stay still as well your aim. your eyes feel worn. to make matters worse, this position isn’t comfortable either, especially after recently injuring your side during earlier escapades, making it harder to hold your breath. intense static scratches at your ears, “hello. tank, is this picking up?” a familiar, rough voice leaks from the ear piece. “yup.” you respond shortly.

“noo! you forgot to say ‘over’ after!” you hear asher whine from the background of david’s ear piece. david lets out a disgruntled sigh as milo shushes asher quickly after. “that’s a walkie-talkie, dumbass!” he grumbles as asher pouts. “same difference.” asher mumbles under his breath.

you’ve only been here for an hour, yet it feels like hours have slipped by. sleep looms near, as your body fights the urge to stay alert. your mind, however, pushes it aside. “we’re gonna move in shortly, tank. be ready.” david says as you quickly acknowledge this.

at 9:27pm, you spot movement near the dumpsters. you notice david peers out—your childhood friend, alpha. behind him is milo, that same shit-eating grin on his face, and asher, looking as unserious as ever. your reticle tracks vincent’s head as he greets david. vincent is a pale, vampire with red gleaming from his eye. another figure, assumingely porter, lurks behind vincent, sharing an unsettling sense of commonality. you slowly await for your target. as you waited, you unscope from your position. confusion splattered on your face.

what.

this isn’t adding up, where is he?

suddenly, a rough, brittle hand shoves your neck against the roof’s edge. you use your elbows and pierce them within their ribs. weakened, you attempt to make a run for it but it seems they’re faster. that same hand grabs the back of your head & shoves your face to the floor, you are shortly apprehended as the pressure on your lower half increases, and you groan softly. the ear piece getting crushed from the impact.

“easy there. wouldn’t want to worsen your condition,” a low, familiar southern voice says. you turn your head as best you can to see who’s got you. an older man with a rugged appearance & dark brown hair, has you pinned. there he is. samuel collins himself.

“fuck,,” you grunt, trying to wriggle free, but his grip only tightens. “ack—“ you cry out softly as he smirks. “you’re the threat he was worried about? pathetic,” he scoffs, wounding your pride. “you’re nothing yourself, y’know,” you grumble weakly. you pant softly as your vision blurs; the pressure on your lower back is causing your wound stitches to come undone. you need sleep, and this injury, along with the impact on your head, is really getting to you.

“tsk tsk tsk… you’re washed. sleep easy, rider.” you feel a sudden ‘prick!’ on the back of your neck. despite your mind’s fight, it’s looses for the first time in forever. the rest of the world around you begins to fade, blurred edges creeping into your vision.

as you awaken, you take in the dimly lit interior of the car. the air is thick with tension as you realize you’re bound in the back seat. memories flood back, and your heart races, adrenaline surging through your veins. it’s surreal to acknowledge your predicament. the rugged man in the front seat glances back at you through the rear-view mirror.

“didn’t think i’d get my hands on you so easily,” he says, his southern drawl smooth and taunting. his dark hair falls over his shoulder, giving him a casual air that contrasts sharply with the situation. “you think this is funny, samuel?” you retort, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear bubbling beneath the surface. “funny? maybe,” he replies, his gaze piercing. “but this ain’t just a joke. there are consequences to certain actions that even assassins have to learn.”

you shift in your seat, feeling the ropes dig into your wrists. despite the danger, there’s an allure in his demeanor that keeps you on edge. who & how was this possible? is the sleep deprivation choking you out now? is this all a nightmare you can’t awake from? “what do you want from me?” he leans back, eyes on the road still. his expression cold but intrigued. “not a damn thing.”

“so,, what’s this all for then.” you shoot back, a sour bitter tone lacing your words. “oh don’t act like the word doesn’t spread.” he sighs. “you were looking to blowing the head off my damn shoulders. i’m not new to this sort of thing, rider.”

the air between you crackles with unspoken tension, an intoxicating mix of rivalry and something deeper, something you can’t pin just yet. you remind yourself of the stakes here, one of them being your life. silence falls as you lean back in your seat, your mind hazy. rider huh.

the car suddenly parks as the gentleman upfront sighs heavily. “we’re here.” he grumbles softly as he unbuckles his seat belt and exits the car. shortly after, your door opens and those familiar hands grab ahold of you. you stumble pass the doors of this building weakly, the tranquil having lingering side effects on you physically. he practically had to drag you along after you entered the building. you get toss into a cold, empty, stone room.

“stay here.” he says, your brow furrows as you give a frown. “kinda hard to move anywhere else— asshole,,” you pant out practically. you feel your eyes shut tightly as the wound on your hip begins to reopen due to the impact. his eyes linger towards your abdomen, noticing the redness leaking through your shirt.

he steps closer to you, his face still unreadable. he just lets out a low sigh & he rolls up his sleeves. "i can't just leave you bleeding like that," he says, his voice a low rumble. he kneels beside you.

a faint, warm glow emanates from his hands as he loosens the rope near your abdomen to lift up your shirt slightly, revealing the shitty stitches you done yourself. "hold still now," he murmurs, his voice softer than before. "this isn't going to be pleasant, but it'll fix you up."

“i think me planning to kill you is just as unpleasant.” you spat to him as he grumbled some curses lowly in response. the glow intensifies, and you can feel the edges of the wound knitting back together. it's still tender, but the bleeding has stopped. after a few minutes, he pulls his hands away, the glow fading. after analyzing his work his eyes meets yours and for a fleeting moment, you see a flicker of something in his eyes? – deep in the depths of his pupils lies something unintelligible. "there," he says, tightening the ropes once again, yet this time they seemed looser than before. "that should do it. here i thought i was supposed to be the injured one.” he grumbles as he lifts himself up from besides you and walks towards the exit.

“that southern hospitality, huh?” you grin. before he can answer, his phone rings. he gives you quite the side eye and slowly closes the door as a ‘boop’ follows that closing of the door. “hello,,? yes this is sam.” you hear from behind the door. you feel yourself doze off right after, as the conversation drowns out from your ears.

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‘getting hot in the club with your vampire mate’

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Possibly me being gross under the cut :)

If I wrote a transmasc!Sam facesitting fic would y’all like it?

I’m partially posting this to hold myself accountable on actually writing it