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I love them all sm,,,
Some teeny headcannons:
Asher can play the bass and is pretty good, likes to play love songs
Angel actually likes to run and does it in the mornings even though they hate waking up early
Aggro is this big chubby orange cat and is called Garfield sometimes when he tries to steal food
Baabe is an illustrator for plants about books and anatomical studies
David’s favorite thing to cook is stew, specifically an old family recipe. It tastes like love and potatoes <3
Sweetheart is starting to grow a collection of books and the murder mysteries are their altime favorites
More Redacted listener as best besties content where??? WHEN??? THIS IS ME BEGGING ERIK A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR THE MATES TO BE CHAOTIC.
They absolutely make Mac and cheese in the kitchen together at four am, also pouring different alcohols into the food and trying them out. “AY MILO YOU GOTTA TRY THIS VODKA MAC AND CHEESE SHIT RN COME HERE” ….yeah they’re wasted as fuck. Angel has done various different shots off of Sweetheart and Babe.
Just- in an audio- at a pack event or something- the boys reacting to all the crazy shit they’ve done together and for the dialogue (that I know isn’t possible because they’re fucking listeners), it’s just silence with the occasional David scoff, Asher laugh, and Milo’s sarcastic commentary.
Sweetheart picking Babe up (because Sweetheart is strong asf), and throwing them over their shoulder. “Yeah sorry Ash, I’ll be borrowing this for a little while.” And as they carry Babe away, the hallway echos with deranged laughter and the occasional “ASH!!! ANGEL!!! HELP.”
The Shaw Pack attending William’s clan balls, this years theme being a masquerade in the Victorian era. I’m talking feathers, corsets, top hats (just Asher tho), fans, lacy gloves with matching umbrellas- all that jazz. Yes we’re all having a good ass time, but this would most likely take place after HBS 2022, so it’s angst hour babeyyy.
Asher is hammered as fuck and David’s trying to wrangle him out of the Photo Booth with Sam and Darlin, so Angel decided to leave him to it and wander off on their own. The classical music (Bridgerton soundtrack covers for reference), entrancing them to approach the dance floor as a delicate hand catches theirs and spins them backwards into a waltz.
He feels like Vincent- these two aren’t exactly familiar- they don’t have anything against the guy, so they go along with it. However, it isn’t until he’s whispering against their neck when they feel something is terribly- terribly wrong. “He’s created quite the spectacle of an appearance tonight, that alpha of yours. Hasn’t he, Angel?”
Everyone’s too wound up with herding Asher away from the bar to notice the death grip Quinn has on David’s mate. They’re fighting breath as their legs quiver slightly against the music. “So quiet now? That boisterous presence of yours wasn’t so dull a moment ago~ such a shame. I wanted the full experience I was promised. A “shifters lapdog with a sharp tongue” they called you. Pity.”
That’s all it takes to get Angels elbow into this guys side, effectively ripping themselves from his grip to reach the bathroom and slam the door shut- fumbling with the lock as their hands tremble. He must’ve bitten them at some point- their neck is sore. Or was it the angle he was holding them at, they weren’t sure. But they wanted out of here- now.
IM ALSO IMAGING A FULL FLEDGED WALTZ THATS FULL OF TENSION AND VENOM AS HE GLIDES THEM ACROSS THE DANCE FLOOR AS EVERYONE WATCHES IN A PANIC
The Shaw pack going out to a sports bar with their mates- and they just happen to have a mechanical bull.
Everyone gets drunk as fuck, Sweetheart and Sam are downing shots together while Angel and Babe do the same. Milo and Ash are fighting over the jukebox while David fights himself not to get a migraine just watching everyone. (He’s the designated driver ofc)
90’s rock plays loudly over the conversations in the bar, and that’s when Angel pretty much darts past the jukebox to check out the mechanical bull. You bet they’re hauling ass on that thing, demanding the mechanic not to take it easy on them. This only catches the rest of the packs attention when the huge crowd of the bar pretty much huddles around the small arena. David’s ears perk up at the loud cheering, and he notices Babe slam their drink down to join them.
That’s when David sees his mate atop this huge ass mechanical bull, back arched and hair a mess as they struggle to stay upright. He’s tall enough to see over the crowd, and he’d be a damn liar to say that he didn’t absolutely love the sight. But the fact that the rest of these strangers got to see them like this too- yea, David didn’t like that too much either.
Angel’s laughing like a maniac, occasionally yelping as they hit a difficult spot in the programming. Once they do fall however, they’re just laughing harder despite the nausea. David flinches, but Asher holds his shoulder as Angel jogs back to the rest of the group. “I didn’t die!” “Fucking hell-“
Babe is a little clumsier than Angel, so they refuse to get on the “robotic cow”. However, Sweetheart sneaks past the group to give it a try themselves- despite the alcohol soaked nerves that threaten to reach the surface. Milo was drinking and chatting with Angel and Ash when David’s mate stood on the step of their barstool to start cheering and laughing.
Milo choked on his drink by the time he reached their line of sight.
And yes Sam absolutely rode the bull and almost reached Angel’s top score. David- sober as fuck- never even got near the thing unless his mate was the one riding it. Asher tried to stand on it and sprained his wrist so they had to go home. Milo couldn’t even last three seconds on the bull- to which Sweetheart cackled from their seat and booed him. (Which he returned with a very loving middle finger)