squeeze — david & angel
“you’re so cute. i just wanna squeeze you like a stress ball.”
“excuse me?” david raises an eyebrow, confused, yet slightly amused.
“you know, those squishy ball things you squeeze to relieve stress.”
“i know what a stress ball is, dumbass. what makes you look at me and think, ‘cute?’”
angel doesn’t exactly know what makes david shaw, the giant wall of muscle, with hands the size of their head, the literal alpha of dahlia’s renowned wolf pack, so utterly adorable.
perhaps it’s that little crease that forms when he furrows his brows, only noticeable if you look closely.
maybe it’s the fact that he can’t sleep without holding them every night. or the fact that he always wakes up with his face nuzzled into their neck.
maybe it’s how soft his hair is, and how they’re the only one allowed to touch it. or the dimple that appears when he’s really, really, really happy.
it could be his liking for honeysuckles, the story behind them that very few know. that peaceful look on his face when tending to them.
“everything, i guess” they grin, reaching to smooth that crease down with their thumb.
“well, you’re the only one who thinks that.”
“i know.”
