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Mundane

Oh here we fuckin go. I'm not sure whether I'll make a continuation to this. I lost motivation for the rest of it, even though I have a goal for it. So maybe. Maybe not.

CW: Canon divergence, cursing, Asher trying to be a wingman, Angel is underprepared, David is just trying to follow the rules.

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Summary: Mundane was not what they were looking for, and maybe they weren't as stuck with it as they thought they were

Angel, in all honesty, never planned ahead by more than a few days. Outside of a professional capacity of course. They wouldn't be able to keep their job if they were irresponsible. But after they came home, they never had a plan for what they would do for the rest of the day, what they would eat for dinner, when they would go to sleep, ect. Weekends were purely for fucking up any sense of routine they had put together.

Which was how they liked it. Work had routines and those routines practically smothered them. Any time they needed to go on work trips, they were absolutely miserable for every single second of it.

"Michael, I'm home!" Angel called out, setting their bag and keys down on the entrance to the apartment they shared with their boyfriend. Their cat quickly came over, winding between their feet and purring loud enough that Angel was sure the neighbors could hear through the door. Not that it was much of a feat, that door was frustratingly thin. Noise complaints were a constant and consistently ignored by the landlord.

"Welcome back!" Michael called from another room. Angel squatted down and picked up the cat, holding her to their chest as they ventured deeper into the shared home. They had been living with Michael for almost half a year now, dating him for four months prior to that. They were steadily approaching the one year anniversary. Angel tried to ignore how they didn't feel anything towards that milestone.

"Hey." They said upon finding their boyfriend sitting on the couch, gaze lazily watching the show playing on the TV in front of him. He waved a hand to them in response to their greeting. Conversations were steadily losing their momentum with him. "... How was your day, babe?" They asked, fingers still gently scratching the old feline's neck.

"It was fine. Boring mostly." He answered and glanced towards them. "What do you want for dinner?" Mundane. That was a good way of describing how their relationship felt sometimes. To be fair to Michael, it didn't always feel mundane. Sometimes there was soft domesticity. Or heated passion on the nights they indulged in each other's bodies. But mundane was better than toxic or violent, so Angel would take it.

"Dunno. I'm gonna go change." They answered and placed the cat down. She quickly jumped up to lay on Michael's chest and Angel left the room to the sound of purring and the TV.

Mundane was good. Mundane was fine. Mundane was healthy. Mundane was comfortable. Mundane was... boring. They shouldn't find their relationship boring. They sighed and pulled out a sweater and pajama pants.

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Angel stared down at the dead battery screen on their phone, hopping from foot to foot as they waited for Michael to arrive. Their car had a flat tire and since Murphy's Law loved to apply at the most inconvenient of times - yes they know that's the point, let them be upset - Angel didn't have a spare tire. They barely had enough battery to let Michael know what happened before their phone decided to be a weak little bitch and die on them.

"Oh come on." They muttered and tried to rub away the goosebumps. It wasn't too cold considering the typical weather, but the sun setting meant some of the warm sun rays were fading with it and late fall wasn't kind to those left behind in the shadows.

"Hey, you good?" A voice called out and Angel looked up. A truck had stopped and the person in the passenger seat was leaning halfway out the window, eyes glued to them. They hesitated before shaking their head.

"Not really. I got a flat and no spare." They called back. The guy clicked his tongue and sat back into the truck. Angel couldn't hear what was said between him and the driver, but the truck pulled closer and he ended hopping out of the truck. They took a quick inventory of him. He was pretty good looking, if not quite their type. He seemed more... golden retriever. Matched their own energy though, when they weren't pissed and getting cold.

He squatted down to examine the flattened tire, reaching out to poke it.

"Holy hell. This shit is flatter than the bell curve of my grades." He said and Angel snorted. The driver inside the truck groaned and climbed out. Angel's heart stuttered when he rounded the dark vehicle and put his hands in his pockets.

"He's right. Even if you tried driving home, you would only damage your rims." He muttered. Pierce their heart with a nail gun, his voice sent a shiver down their spine. Black cat personality type for sure.

"Hey David, do you have a spare in the back?" The first guy asked. Angel's eyes hadn't left from staring at David. He seemed focused on his friend and the flat tire though. Unfortunately, but for the better.

"Usually yes. But Amanda needed a tire change and I haven't had the chance to replace it yet." He answered. Angel sighed, momentarily distracted as their disappointment sank in again.

"My boyfriend should be coming any minute." They mumbled, partially to remind themselves and partially to assuage any feeling of obligation these two might have gathered. The first guy straightened up, tilting his head. Definitely like a puppy.

"How far out is he? I'd feel bad if you were just standing out here by yourself." David groaned at his friend's words but didn't move. It seemed like he was used to this. Whatever this was.

"I'm... not sure. I texted him just before my phone died. I don't... really know if he saw my text." They admitted, that nagging worry finally being pushed into words. They hadn't seen the read tag switch on before the device perished. The friendlier of the two held out his own phone.

"You can call him if you want and check." He offered. David glanced at the other, but stayed silent. Brooding. Kind of like batman. Angel grinned at him and took the phone.

"Thanks..." Their voice trailed off, quietly searching for a name.

"I'm Asher. That's David." Asher said, pointing to himself and then to his extremely attractive companion. Angel nodded and introduced themselves in turn before taking a couple steps away to dial Michael's number.

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"It doesn't matter what Christian said, it's not his choice." David said as he continued driving down the road, Asher sighing next to him. The latest pack meeting was bumpy - as usual. Everyone was still trying to adjust to the sudden change in authority. They had all been expecting it, just not so soon. Although apparently Christian hadn't been expecting Asher to become David's beta. Which was a load of bullshit, but he kept that to himself.

"I know. It's just that... wait... David stop driving." Asher said, quickly jumping ship of the topic. David's brow furrowed in confusion, but complied with his best friend's request, pressing the truck into a stop. Asher quickly rolled the window down and leaned out of the truck. He almost reached out to yank the other shifter back in before he toppled his ass out the fucking window.

"Hey you good?" Asher called out. David sighed, but stayed quiet. A couple seconds pause before a voice returned an answer to his friend's question.

"Not really. I got a flat and no spare." A rush of sympathy flashed through him. It was always an annoyance to have to deal with something like that. God knows he had his own fair share of getting flat tires with all the back alley paths Asher had David dragging his truck through. Asher sat back into his seat and looked to David, face already pressed into a pleading expression.

"Can we help them, David? A way to make the day better and shit?" He asked. David sighed and took his foot off the break, and moved closer to the pour soul with the bad luck. Asher jumped out of the truck before David set it into park. Asher's next words had him climbing out of the truck, bumping the door closed with his elbow.

"Holy hell. This shit is flatter than the bell curve of my grades." Asher was trying to cheer them up. Which was good of him, but David doubted it would lead to a permanent effect. He rounded the corner, examining the tire to give a genuine assessment of the damage.

"He's right. If you tried driving home, you would only damage your rims." He ignored the quiet gasp that the stranger inhaled. Believe it or not, he was aware that he gave off an intimidating appearance, even if you didn't know who he was within empowered society. He was used to reactions in his presence. But he could already feel Asher's amused gaze on him.

But this stranger was wholly unempowered and that meant chances were they were also uninformed. Which only added pressure to exercise caution. Asher and him should leave before they - or more accurately, Asher - let something slip that made it a breach of covert. Better safe than sorry.

"Hey David, do you have a spare in the back?" Asher asked, smirking at him. David glared at the beta, who knew damn well that he didn't.

"Usually yes. But Amanda needed a tire change and I haven't had the chance to replace it yet." He answered through gritted teeth. He could practically hear the snicker that wanted to leave the other.

"My boyfriend should be coming any minute." The stranger said and David finally looked at them. They looked kind of pitiful, clutching onto their phone and the sleeves of their sweater. He pressed his lips together.

"How far out is he? I'd feel bad if you were just standing out here by yourself." David couldn't stop the groan at Asher's words. A silent invitation to wait with them. And additional chances to risk covert breach chances. They needed to go.

"I'm... not sure. I texted him just before my phone died. I don't... really know if he saw my text." They answered, waving their phone gently as if trying to prove it. David was about to reach into his pocket to offer his own phone before Asher quickly held out his. Probably for the best. David didn't want random numbers in his phone. Nor did he want complete strangers having his number.

"You can call him if you want and check." Asher said. David sent a grateful glance towards his friend. While a part of him wished that the beta was more careful with what information was thrown about. he was glad that the other understood David's own paranoia and caution.

"Thanks..."

"I'm Asher. That's David." Yeah. Asher really needed to be more careful with what information. At this point the stranger now had his phone, his name, and giving his number to their boyfriend by call history. That was all the information you really needed about someone to go through some online research and find out addresses, employment - even though Shaw Security was a private company, it was still registered with the unempowered government as a business for tax reasons - and other private information. David kept the lecture on his tongue and simply offered a nod of greeting to them. He watched as they stepped away to call their boyfriend and looked at Asher.

"We can't stay." He muttered, keeping his voice low. Asher waved a hand as he leaned against David's truck.

"Don't worry so much. Nothing is gonna happen." He answered and gestured towards them. "Besides, they need help. And they're cute." Asher said with a shrug. Then he smirked at David. "They're your type right?"

"They have a boyfriend so whether or not they're attractive is irrelevant to me." David retorted. The harsh sigh that came from them - they introduced themselves as Angel - had David glancing over.

"Please, Michael? It's getting late and I just want to go home." Angel said. Asher sent a worried glance at David, who returned the sentiment but both shifters stayed quiet. They weren't eavesdropping, but David wanted to make sure everything was fine before he packed Asher back into the truck and continued driving. Angel sighed again. "Yeah okay. I'll just call a cab or something and see if I can get it towed. See ya." They muttered before returning to the two and handing the phone back to Asher.

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Schedules were well and truly annoying. Or timing was anyways. Michael was in the middle of a meeting and couldn't come get them. Which meant they were going to need to find where the hell they could catch a cab nowadays.

"Is everything alright?" Asher asked, tucking the phone back into his pocket. Both men looked worried and Angel felt a stab of guilt at making complete strangers feel that way.

"Yeah. He's just busy right now, so he can't come get me. Do either of you know where I can find a cab?" They asked, feeling sheepish at continuing to bother them. Asher glanced at David, silently asking and the other sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"If... fucking hell, if you need a ride, I can give you one. If you decide you trust us anyways. It'll be easier than trying to find where you can flag a cab down and cheaper." David said. Angel paused.

On one hand, these two seemed friendly and nice. On the other hand, serial killers were usually the charismatic ones. At least if they died, it would be a nice view though. And warm inside the truck.

"Yes please." Angel said, putting their phone in their pocket. David seemed startled at the speed of their decision while Asher grinned.

"You can have shotgun. I don't mind hanging out in the back." Asher chirped, opening the shotgun door for Angel before getting into the backseat. David glared at Asher before looking to Angel.

"You got everything?" He said, sounding more unsure than Angel had heard him so far. They nodded and he sighed before going towards the other side. "You trust people too easily, the both of you." He said, muttering as he went.

Angel climbed into shotgun, closing the door behind them and putting in their seatbelt. They weren't sure why Asher laughed or David told him to shut up afterwards. It seemed random, but the two men were obviously close friends. Interactions between close friends were usually random to an outside observer. As David started the truck, Asher leaned closer to the center console.

"So where do you live, Angel?" He asked. David glanced at Angel.

"Don't tell us the specific address. That's not safe, considering you don't know us." He warned. Angel shrugged.

"It's an apartment complex, so if you figured out my exact unit I'd be hella surprised." They said before giving the address. They watched as David entered it into the GPS on his phone, but their attention was quickly pulled away by Asher again.

"Any clue why your tire went flat? Like was there a nail or something you ran over?" He asked, curiosity heavy in his tone. Angel didn't blame him for the interest. But they only had boring answers.

"Dunno. Just went flat at some point between home and work. Although it would make for a much cooler story if there was some plot to keep me in one place for a murder so a villain planted spikes or something." Angel said with a laugh. David frowned.

"You mean unsafe." He corrected. Angel bit back the first response that jumped to their tongue.

"Yeah. But it'd be more interesting than just a random flat, wouldn't it be?" Asher agreed, which had Angel sending a victorious grin at David. He merely rolled his eyes and Angel practically swooned at the look he gave them after.

"Do you like dogs?" Asher asked next. Before Angel could respond, David's grip on the wheel tightened.

"Asher. Stop pushing it." He growled out. Confusion clouded their veins at Asher's laugh. These two were weird. Exciting. Definitely not mundane.

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