#redacted.request

well i mean, you know david

he wakes up at the asscrack of dawn and tries his best to go to bed before 2am

so when he sees you, knocked out in bed at like 3pm on a wednesday?

he's dragging you out (affectionately)

"you're gonna ruin your sleep schedule if you keep falling asleep during the day"

though he won't lie, coming home to see you all cozied up on the sofa??

seeing you all wrapped up in a blanket on his side of the bed, your face buried into his pillow??

it does make his heart skip a beat or two

and he loves that you practically have bedhead all the time

he thinks it suits you

but despite his simp nature, he still doesn't want you to oversleep

"over nine hours is too much, angel. if you keep up this schedule, it'll just make you more groggy during the day"

he'll make you coffee every morning to help keep you awake during the day

and at night, he'll make you some sleepytime tea and give you some melatonin to help you get more rest when you sleep

if he needs to, he'll set your alarm for the same time as his

and take you through his entire morning routine

a punishment i wouldn't wish on my greatest enemy...

but he's too soft to follow through with that

usually it'll just end up with you, asleep, being carried in his arms as he goes about getting ready for the day

"next time", he says (spoiler alert, next time ends the same way. and every time after that)

this man is so confused when he looked into his wardrobe and found like, 4 of his hoodies and sweaters missing

he’s scouring through the clean laundry trying so hard to find his clothes

eventually he looks in Your wardrobe and finds three of them and is like “... what”

the fourth is finally found when he sees you walk in

wearing one of his older hoodies, so big on you that it reaches halfway down your thighs

y'all just sorta sit and stare at eachother for a minute

he’s not even mad. he’s stunned at how,,, good you look in it???

i mean it's not too surprising to him seeing as he thinks you look amazing in everything but .   he adores the way the heavy fabric completely swallows you

how the sleeves need to be rolled up, or else they’d completely engulf your hands

how you bunch it up at the bottom so it doesn’t fit like a dress

he’s very heart eyes emoji

to the point where he almost prefers you wearing his clothes to your own 

seeing his mate wearing his clothes, looking so perfect and comfortable and his!!!!!

it makes his possessive and protecting nature do backflips, especially if you’re wearing them in front of other people

to him, it just screams “this is my mate. back off.”

he’s used to seeing you in baggy stuff, but it hits soooo different when it's his

he WILL be buying more hoodies to bait you into stealing them and he’ll act like he hates it

(he’s a really bad liar though. telling you to quit stealing his stuff while he can’t take his eyes off of you isn’t exactly convincing)

will actually melt when you’re both out with friends and you start showing off like “look!! this is my boyfriend’s hoodie!! isn’t it cool??”

and he’ll melt 100x more if you do that. at a pack meeting. he doesn’t even care if milo and asher tease him about it

he’s down bad in every sense

no one would be able to tell from the outside, but his heart is beating out of his chest

seeing his deviant emerge from the bathroom after a long shower, wearing one of his hoodies

if he wasn't so good at keeping his composure, he'd be down for the count

instead, he opts to shower them with a million compliments and teasing phrases

"oh? look at you, deviant. looking positively radiant, as per usual."

he can't keep his hands off them, caressing and tugging at the fabric, deftly slipping under just a bit

he didn't know how much he'd like the sight

but now he cannot get enough

from that moment on, he's leaving loads of his clothes around theirs as a subtle way of asking them to wear it

and he's absolutely deadset on taking them out somewhere or having their friends over while they wear his clothes

the thought of other people seeing them wearing his shirts and sweaters – really anything of his – makes his underlying possessive nature go wild

half of him wants to show them off as a silent "they're mine"

the other half just wants to keep them all to himself and offer up hundereds of compliments

in the end though, he finds a way to carve out time for both

safe to say he loves it

sam wasn't physically warm. he couldn't be, he wasn't alive. the blood that had once circulated through his body to keep his heart pumping had been replaced, as was his natural warmth. but as he held them close, darlin' could swear he felt even warmer– even safer than anyone they've met before.

"you fallin' asleep on me, sweetness? movie's hardly halfway through," his words were teasing, but his tone was soft and sweet. it usually was in times like this; quiet times where it was just them, curled up under a blanket in front of a low-volume movie.

"mmh... no," darlin' whined, burying themself farther into sam's neck, shifting to look at the screen again. "i'm awake, just tired."

they could hear the vampire huff above them, no doubt readying himself to spend the rest of the night on the couch. this was usually the way it went on movie nights– the stubborn wolf would swear up and down that they weren't falling asleep, then they'd be out cold in the next twenty minutes.

"if you say so," sam grunted as he adjusted their positions, him laying across the couch with darlin' on top of him, their head still in his chest. "'s this okay?"

darlin' hummed in approval, the sound coming out soft and tired. hearing it, sam couldn't help a smile from working its way across his mouth as he ran his fingers through his wolf's hair, the rest of the world fading away.

"g'night darlin'," he whispered into the crown of their head. "sleep well."

well that was not expected.

but god, he was not complaining.

the pack regularly roughhoused, it wasn't a new occurance by any means. normally started by asher, shoves and lighthearted jeers often turned into full-on brawls just for fun.

what was a new occurance, though, was that you were involved.

it was obvious asher was taking it easy on you– but with the way david must have been staring daggers into him, it wasn't surprising. the pack often underestimated you due to your size and sweet attitude, which only made it even more fun to prove them wrong.

a right hook from asher was swiftly dodged, and in a moment he was launched over your shoulder and landed with a groan on the carpeted floor.

"holy– holy shit!?" the wolf exclaimed as he hit the ground, his and david's eyes both as wide as saucers. asher wasn't a very buff guy but he was tall and watching you take him down with such ease filled david with some sort of shocked pride.

and something else?

as he watched you flex your, usually concealed, muscle on the dumbfounded asher, his mind began to wander.

could you take him down that easy?

... would that really be so bad?

gavin

he's infatuated bro

he may not be one for changing his appearance

but he has so much respect for the people who can, especially if they do it without using magic

he thinks it's so very impressive that you can practically pass as any character you want, just with a bit of practice and makeup

and he adores your creativity

if you tell him about your cosplay plans ahead of time, he will absolutely binge whatever media the character is from before you finish the project

that way he can fully appreciate all the work you put in!

he also lets you use him as a wig mannequin

he doesn't mind if it makes him look silly, he wants to help you

and he's not really great with crafting; most of his experience coming from small projects with caelum

david

he wants to help!!!!

if you make your own cosplays from scratch, please please please let him help you with sewing

he's actually so very good at it and he finds it really relaxing too!

and if it's helping you with one of your hobbies? he's more than ready to lend a hand

he loves to listen to you ramble about whatever character you're cosplaying next, even if he's never heard of them

he doesn't add many comments or ask many questions, but please trust that he's listening

and you KNOW he's going to buy you whatever you need for any project

if you let him, of course

after listening to you complain about how expensive your hobby is, he's practically offering up his bank info

sugar daddy david ftw

david

this dude loves tattoos idc

and even more than that, he loves the way they look on you

he's got a couple of his own– a crescent moon on his wrist and gabe's birthday on his shoulder blade

if you're still interested in getting more, he'll want to come with you and watch

not because he doesn't think you can handle the pain, of course

he just wants to keep you company

he really really likes your moon-themed ones

they make him feel like the two of you were somehow tied together, even before you met

"i don't mean like soulmates, you snot. i just mean like– god, i don't know. i just think it's cool, okay?"

character development i guess!

asher

ohhh he thinks they're so badass

he love love loves tracing them while he holds you

(and kissing them)

he's very interested in the reasons why you chose those quotes/doodles

if there even are any reasons

he thinks they're just as cool even if you got them "just because"

he's seen them a million times now, but he always inspects them like it's the first time he'd ever noticed

and if you're open to getting more, he'd absolutely adore having marching tattoos with you

he's always wanted one, but he never knew what to get

but with the idea of matching one with you, suddenly he's sketching up a bunch of cute possibilities

milo

they make him so squeamish oh goodness

don't get me wrong, he thinks they look really great on you

how could they not? its you. everything looks great on you

but he is so afraid of needles

so even the thought of you getting them– and so many??

he nearly fainted the first time you showed him

for the same reason, he has never even entertained the possibility of a THOUGHT of getting a tattoo for himself

but he loves how they just factor into your uniqueness

like asher, he really likes kissing them

(but mostly because he's nervous that they still hurt and will not listen when you tell him they don't)

"...what?"

as soon as you realized what you'd said, you quicky slapped a hand over your mouth. fuck. what if he found that weird. calling him your mate? seriously? what if he didn't think you two were there yet?

"could you repeat that for me, darlin'?"

your gaze snapped up to meet his. he has his usual smug smile on his lips, but this time it was accompanied by a softer, somewhat nervous look in his eyes. if his body worked the same as yours, would he be blushing right now?

"i'm sorry– i should've asked if it was okay, that was really stupid of me," at this point, you were looking everywhere but his face.

however, instead of your expected reaction, sam took a step closer. and another. until he was close enough to touch.

he held his hand out towards yours. "may i?" he asked, voice soft and quiet, like he was trying not to scare you off. you nod and place your hand in his own. warm and calloused, the hands that you've felt on your body many times before, so familiar. though, in those instances, it was paired with the tingling of his healing magic or the wrapping of a bandage over a sore wound. this was just him. unapologetically him and you loved it.

"could you say it again?" he asked, slowly pulling you closer by your hands. "please?"

"i said," you started, inhaling sharply as he placed a hand on your cheek. "i said, i'm proud to have you. as my... my mate."

sam grinned as he moved his face closer to yours, slowly. he looked into your eyes for permission, which you hastily granted. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it wasn't the first time, not by a long shot. but it was the first with the word 'mate' swirling in your heads. it was a desperate kiss, like he'd been using all his energy to hold himself back this entire time. you hoped that was the case, because it definitely was for you.

you both smiled as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

your mate, in all his moonlit glory.