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asher whenever ppl (christian) give him shit:

god forbid i have a little fun and whimsy instead of being all depressed and stoic as a young adult

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and if I say this is gavin will yall laugh or kill me

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milo greer has to jump to get jeans over his ass. thats it thats the post.

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all im saying is u've never seen milo and wisdom kaye in the same room together

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milo greer thinks ur labubu is super ugly

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oh!

Werewolves naturally live longer than humans - the magic enhances their body to be stronger and endure more.

Asher knew this.

He knew that he’d one day outlive Babe.

But nothing could prepare him for the day it actually happened.

Babe, his beautiful, stubborn Babe, insisted that they spend the last day of their life at home. They didn’t want to be surrounded by those cold, lifeless walls of the hospital anymore, saying it killed them more than time did. (Asher couldn’t bring himself to laugh at the joke)

They lay in his lap, like they always liked doing. Asher made sure they were comfortable before settling in against the cushions of the couch. He ran his hand through their hair, gently massaging their scalp. Babe closed their eyes at the feeling, and Asher hated how he felt his core flare in panic, the fear that he might never see their beautiful eyes again overwhelming him. Their satisfied hum and the slow rise and fall of their chest were the only things stopping him from breaking the moment to wake them up.

Babe whispered with the last ounce of their strength. Asher immediately leaned his ear down, not wanting to miss a single word they said.

“Can you…. cuddle with me? Like you always do. I love being in your arms.”

Asher almost cried there and then.

“Of course, Babe. You know my arms are always yours.” He winked, desperately trying not to let his emotions slip. He didn’t want their last memory of him being him crying. That wasn’t him.

Babe could tell he was trying to hide his tears. The hand they held against his cheek was enough to tell they understood. Asher held their hand, pressing a kiss to their palm, before gently shifting them both so that he spooned them, lying back onto the couch. They settled against him, a hand guiding his arms to wrap around their waist. Asher buried his face into the crook of their neck, breathing in their scent, eyes closing to focus on the rise and fall of their body as they breathed. He couldn’t help but let a few tears escape, falling onto their hair.

Babe wriggled and turned around in his arms, hearing him sniffle. They reached a shaking, delicate hand to his cheek and wiped his tears away with their thumb, and Asher leaned into their touch.

“I love you.” It was barely a whisper. For a moment, Asher saw the memory of them a few decades ago, when they’d cuddle on the couch just like they were doing now, and they’d have a tender, quiet moment to themselves. Babe would have their hand grabbing his shirt, like they did now, and Asher loved how they’d always want to be close to him, even when half asleep.

Asher felt his breath catch in his chest.

He leaned down, capturing their soft lips in a gentle, slow kiss. When they parted, he saw their face melt into a smile. “You always have that effect on me.” They used to always say. He felt his own face reflect theirs, and he leaned down once more, pressing his forehead against theirs and nuzzling their noses together.

They passed in their sleep that night, lying in Asher’s arms. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep, afraid of missing any moment with them.

At 3am he felt his stomach drop. His whole body went cold, and he felt a hole open in his heart. His mating bond was severed, with no beating heart to reach out to.

He broke down into a sob.

He’d never cried this much in his life.

Asher buried his face in their hair and hugged them tight, desperate for this all to be a nightmare he could wake up from.

The tears flowing couldn’t stop anymore, and he felt like he was dying himself with the way his mate’s body started losing its warmth.

He had them in his arms, yet they slipped away.

Babe’s hand still gripped his shirt.

The pack had never seen Asher so quiet.

He had bags under his eyes, puffy and red from crying. The beta that always has a smile on his face and lit up the room with his laugh was gone.

David was the first to know. He brought Asher into a hug, gripping him tight in a silent moment of comfort. He had lost Angel a few months before, so he knew how it felt.

No one ever saw that spark in Asher’s eyes again.

The night Asher felt his own life start to slip, he settled himself on the couch and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and hugged a pillow to his chest, imagining that it was his mate. His mind flashed back to moments where they’d cuddle while watching him play games, giggling when he whooped in victory. He felt his face melt into a smile at the memory, the melody of their laugh still vivid in his mind like his favourite song.

“I love you, Babe.” He breathed out in a long sigh.

Those were his last words.

It was like he fell into a peaceful sleep, settled in the soft pillows of their bed.

The sun shone through the slip of the curtains, kissing him awake with its warmth.

Except it wasn’t the sun.

Asher’s eyes shot open. He was met with the beaming smile of his mate, giggling at his shocked expression. They peppered more kisses onto his face like they always did.

His body felt light. His heart was full.

His core instinctively reached out and he sobbed to feel their heart reach back.

Babe smiled and gathered him into their arms, letting him cry into their chest.

“You’re home now.”

Asher’s hands gripped at their shirt.

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milo greer what are you doing in date everything

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oh he's getting jizzed on 2nite 😝😝😝😝😝

Asher in a croptop.

Asher in a sleeveless croptop.

Asher in a croptoo and low waist pants.

Asher in a tanktop.

Asher in a croptop tankt– 💥🔫

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BABE AND LOVELY OH MY GOD ?????? 🫦🫦🫦🫦

more listeners designs!

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FUUUUUUUUUUCK MILO WITH. ALL THAT 😻 MEOW IM BOUNCING ON IT FEROCIOUSLY

anyways. sneak update of my milo wip

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🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Chat imagine Milo watching Colm interact with his grandchildren and being the figure he always needed.

Imagine Milo watching as his kids get birthday money from Colm instead of him drunkenly scolding you for being mad after coming home to see your piggy bank smashed, spewing promises he'll never fulfill about paying you back.

Imagine him seeing Colm toss his grandchildren up on the air instead of muttering angrily about how they were "too clingy"

God, Imagine Colm going sober to be a good influence for his grandkids, while Milo had to watch Marie clean up broken shard of beer bottle glass after another drunken fight as a kid.

And he knows he's trying now, and Milo knows he's better now. And he knows he should be happy that Colm is growing.

But the smallest part wonders why he couldn't do it for him? Why was he not worth the change?

How could Colm so easily be a grandfather for his grandkids but he could never be a father for Milo?

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how asher pulled up to his wedding 💯

Just thought about Asher and Milo in dresses and busted. Goodnight everyone :D

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Possessive Asher hcs!

He seems very chill most of the time, but sometimes you’ll come home and he’ll be extra clingy. You’ll let him cuddle you and bury his face in your chest as he whines about the person that was clearly looking at you like they were interested. A few kisses peppered all over his face will fix him right back up :)

He definitely glares daggers at anyone that’s looking at you for a second too long. But once you turn back to look at him he’s back to that cute smiley face

If someone behind you is looking a bit too long, Asher will put a hand on your behind and look back at them with a smirk. “They’re mine.”

Hand holding!!

Always has an arm around your shoulder or waist when you sit w him in public. Sometimes even a hand on your thigh

Let’s you wear revealing clothes (he loves looking at you), but will be especially protective and stand behind you when going up and down stairs or escalators or will walk slightly in front if you’re wearing a revealing shirt. Tries to cover you subtly if anyone tries looking too much.

Seems like he doesn’t pay attention to his surroundings, but when it comes to you he’s especially attentive.

Will keep an eye on you in crowded places, but won’t go as far as to keep you next to him all the time. He’s always ready to run over to you incase you need him, but he also lets you hang with your friends.

Thanks for the request! @maruniee

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YESSSSSSSSSSSS WIFEYPOO ASHER 😛😛😛😛

sillay asher sketch of his revamped look

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Tank Garfield and Asher Odie

Okay, but wait, hang in with me here

Tank Tod and Asher Copper

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southern detective! sweetheart and jersey mafia boss! milo, yes GAWDDDDDD

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r/g/pee </3

david is red. milo is green. asher is yellow. no further questions