#asher x babe

[slightlystupidhun]

*David and Angel sitting across the table from Tank and Sam*

David: Do you know why I called you here?

Sam: No. Sir, I have no idea.

*David setting a large vase of yellow roses on the table.*

David: Can you read the note for me Tank?

Tank: ‘Don’t marry David. I’m better. Don’t marry him. Marry Me.’

Sam: ???

David: Tank I need you to stop hitting on my m-

Tank: I thought you knew me better than this David.

*everyone confused*

Tank: I wouldn’t get Angel yellow roses. Those symbolize friendship. I would get them red roses, symbolizing deep passionate love. Also I probably wouldn’t get them flowers. I’d get them more bells in Animal Crossing. David don’t underestimate my determination.

*all of them flabbergasted*

David: Then Who???

Tank: Whoever would put a giant M on the back of the note card. And I doubt Milo would do that.

David: GOD DAMNIT MICHAEL

[redactedattackeded]

*sad british boy voice* please sir….please mr redacted sir…please share some new asher content it’s been months since i’ve been fed

[nylasredactedshitposts]

Redacted couple memes

[scmoobly]

Meeting a sweet werewolf? Ft Pack Alpha

Also my version of baabe:D Gave her Ashy hair cause I'm silly-goofy

[bokutosmochi]

CALL ME LITTLE SUNSHINE (WHEN YOU FEEL ALL ALONE) or when you don't use the shaw pack boys' nickname

what's it? crack/fluff

allergen warning/s? food mention in asher's

sugar level? 0.6k

names for the order? davey david shaw, ash asher talbot, miles milo greer

parlor's note? in this one shot, milo has the nickname miles since he doesn't really have a canon nickname as far as i know at least :3

also 'tis the first time i've written for the redactedverse, i hope you guys like it (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

bon appetit!

DAVID SHAW

"david."

he twists in his chair, momentarily paying attention to you instead of paperwork. he swears up and down that he hates that stupid little nickname you gave him - no one has ever used that on him since he was a very small child - but he cannot lie, his given name sounds wrong when it comes from your lips. he thinks to himself if he's done anything wrong in the past few hours that you've been out of the house, any chore that you asked him to do that he may have forgotten about, anything that could possibly upset you, but he's stumped. he can't think of anything. well, except for that shit eating grin you have on your face. in classic david fashion, he graces you with the huff, eye roll, and glare combo you love so much and it gets you giggling. "what? are you so bored that you've resorted to playing pranks that don't work on me?" his deep voice grumbles and you do nothing but nod. "c'mere, you can sit on my lap while i deal with all this paperwork. just don't distract me."

ASHER TALBOT

"asher."

his hand freezes around the playstation controller for a short second before turning to where your voice came from slowly with a too-sweet-and-innocent grin on his face that you recognize from the times when you catch him doing things that he wasn't supposed to. "i swear i didn't eat the last mochi." your eyes widened at his statement. "i was just doing that as a joke! you ate the last mochi?" from the corner of your eye, you watch him mute his mic and you make a mental note to take it easy on him because you're sure that david and milo are gonna give him a hard time for abandoning their game. he sets down the controller on the coffee table in front of him before standing up and walking towards you. "babe, i just said that i didn't. why must you misconstrue my words?" despite yourself, you walk right into his open arms and rest your head against his chest. "i wanted that mochi." a cute pout was on your lips and while asher might find that absolutely adorable, he still wishes that he had more self control. "i'll make it up to you, i promise."

MILO GREER

"milo."

he jumps in surprise for a moment. you appeared in the room out of nowhere, as always. but because of the word that just came out of your mouth, instead of complaining about how you've spooked him for the nth time and how you'll probably give him a heart attack one of these days, his eyebrows furrow in confusion and he looks away from his phone to stare at you. "what's with the name, sweetheart?" the both of you had the day off and you spent the majority of it together. he's sure that he hasn't done anything to upset you since you were practically beaming at him all day. much to his dismay, you say nothing and continue standing by the bedroom's doorway with your arms crossed and an unreadable expression on your face, in your eyes. when you've first met, he advised you to practice having a poker face, but now that you're using it against him, he's not sure if he likes it after all. unless... "this isn't for some dumb tiktok, right? they always got the dumbest challenges there."

i get: reblog

you get: a ride on these werewolf boys' back

[ackermanbitch]

pictures that perfectly describe every redacted couple imo (its long so under the cut)

amanda and christian

milo and sweetheart

davey and angel

ash and babe

guy and honey

tank and sam

im sorry for this but baby and ivan

vincent and lovely

gavin and freelancer

[mars-mell]

One day ash will actually answer the door 🙏

Also yeah I'm so sorry i have so many of these little drawings i literally can't stop

[sunshineboy-greer-collins]

how the video in which Angel steals David’s hoodie would have (maybe) went if it was Asher and Babe instead:

Ash: “First you steal my heart, then my hoodie, what’s next? my last name?” *gets the ring box out and starts his actual proposal*

[the-sugar-crash]

Asher shakes his head around like a dog whenever his hair gets wet.

Whenever he goes swimming at David’s everyone knows to put their towels up as soon as Asher gets out of the pool if they want to avoid getting drenched.

Despite his technic, his curls come back perfect every time, and Babe is immensely jealous.

[slightlystupidhun]

*Tank walking into their house with numerous scratches and bruises*

Sam: Darlin what the hell did ya do?

Tank: *shrugging* I fought a bear

*Bear shifter Honey walking into their apartment bloody and bruised*

Guy: OH MY GOD!! HONEY WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!

Honey: I got into an argument with a wolf….

[redactedattackeded]

personally i love a white boy asher x poc babe hc like imagine babe trying to introduce him to some cultural foods and being like “c’mere white boy” before feeding him something that is way beyond his spice tolerance

[daveysmate]

Asher/Baabe pregnancy headcanons I think I might turn this into a series??? Idk yet (This isn’t proof read so sorry if something is spelled wrong also, it’s kinda short bc I wrote it during my econ class lol)

Cw: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms

Ok so they only found out because Baabe started waking up with morning sickness

Asher would find them practically hugging the toilet

“Baabe, are you ok? I know my cooking wasn’t good yesterday but was it really that bad? Did I give you food poisoning??”

But when the symptoms continued they went to the doctor only to find out Baabe was pregnant

Asher was beyond excited like literally bouncing off the walls and he wouldn’t shut up about it

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl? What are we gonna name them? We need to set up the nursery. What color should we paint it?”

When Baabe was in the emotional stage and started crying for no reason, Ash would start crying too to the point where Baabe would end up comfort him

“Ash it’s ok, stop crying, I’m fine” “I know but now I can’t stop crying”

Asks Davey to teach him how to cook just so he can cook for Baabe in case they’re craving something

So many cuddles

Like he gets even clingier

Baabe uses them being pregnant as an excuse for everything

“Ash, I don’t wanna watch this show can you change it?” “But Baabe the episode just came out I’ve been waiting for this” *Baabe points to their stomach* “Fine” and then he changes it

He’s really excited up until he realizes that he doesn’t know how to change a diaper or even properly know how to hold a baby

He buys so many parenting books

When Baabe starts going into labor Ash is more freaked out then they are

Like you know that one scene from the office that’s like “omg ok it’s happening, everybody stay calm, everybody stay fucking calm” yeah that’s Ash

Ash cried when the baby was born, he sat on the hospital bed holding Baabe with one arm and the baby with another

Stoppp omg that made me soft

Ok but when the baby is born they become partners in crime

The baby is literally a mini Ash bc 1. They look a like 2.once the baby learns how to crawl he will not stay still

I can imagine it being the middle of the night and Asher wasn’t in bed so Baabe went to go look for him and then finds him on the couch with the baby watching Pokémon

“Ash he was supposed to be asleep three hours ago”

And when the baby is a toddler Baabe finds Ash trying to teach him how to play Halo

“Really Ash?” “He saw me playing and then he wanted to play too, how was I supposed to say no?”

Ash has full conversations about Pokémon with the baby when he learns how to talk

Speaking of Pokémon, for Halloween Ash dresses up as Ash Ketchum and dresses the baby up as Pikachu

Later that night when the baby was put to sleep, Baabe and Ash were cuddling in bed he was like

“Baabe I want another one” “Another what?” “Another baby”

And then right be he falls asleep he adds

“We could dress him up as Raichu”

[scmoobly]

"Baaabe, quit staring."

[bokutosmochi]

NOW MY LIFE IS SWEET LIKE CINNAMON (LIKE A FUCKING DREAM I’M LIVING IN) ♡ ASHER TALBOT

asher x gn!babe

what’s it? fluff

allergen warnings? n/a

sugar level? 0.4k

parlor’s note? asher talbot loml

bon appetit!

"i'm on my way! i'm on my way!" in their fiancee's raspy voice is what woke babe up from their midday nap.

it was a familiar sound, one that spread feelings of happiness, and warmth, and comfort in their chest. however, a feeling it did not trigger was sleepiness, and besides, it was already two in the afternoon. if they went back to sleep now, then they may have a hard time falling asleep in the evening.

babe rose from the california king bed they shared with asher, grabbing an old band shirt their mate owned that's two sizes too big for them before padding over to the living room where the noises came from.

"look, i'm sorry, i'm sorry- i said i was on my way didn't i? gimmie like, thirty seconds and i'll be right there." asher rambled through his speaker. he's biting his lip in focus and he had a determined glint in his eye.

his teammates must really be giving him shit for being separated.

his arms were on his lap as he leaned forward, but he quickly relaxed when he saw his mate enter the room. all tension eased out of his body, and that goofy grin painted itself on his lips as they sat down on the space next to them.

"hey baabe! i missed you." he was getting closer to them, hoping to be on the receiving end of a kiss, but babe wanted to mess with him a little bit.

they put their index finger on his lips and gently pushed him back. "that's your own fault for leaving me all alone in our bed." they sighed a world weary sigh before continuing. "left me all alone to fend for myself and for what?" they looked up at him with glossy eyes making asher pout at them.

"aww, i'm sorry, babe. here, lemme make it up to you." he carefully cradled their face in his hands and pressed soft kisses all over.

babe giggled, the scruff of his five o'clock shadow tickled them, but they made no move to pull away. instead, they put their hands over asher's bigger ones and let him have his way. that was until they heard furious shouting over his headphones.

"ASHER WHERE ARE YA? I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA BE HERE IN THIRTY SECONDS?"

"asher if we end up dying i swear."

he just looks at you, looking unaffected by his teammates and completely affected by your presence and mouths out "worth it."

i get: reblog

you get: asher’s band tee

[ejunkiet]

the party (after the party)

just realised I never actually posted this here... post-solstice party fic, featuring: sharing clothes, dorky dancing, and songs about werewolves.

redacted asmr: asher x babe, rated teen (some suggestive themes). wc: ~2k

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Asher finds Babe at the Solstice afterparty.

-

“So, you’ve been listening to werewolf tunes all night?”

--

the party (after the party)

“Baaabe… you awake?”

It’d taken him longer than he’d anticipated to make it back to their shared cabin after the pack run, somehow failing at navigating the campsite and making more than a few wrong turns along the way.

(He could have sworn the location of their cabin had been moved. Probably. Maybe.)

One step, two steps, stumbling a little on the steps as he makes his way up into their little loft, loose-limbed and smelling of the forest. He's a little moon drunk, a lightness in his chest that stems from the energy that’s running through him, an electric pulse under the skin, drawn out by the solstice.

It’s intoxicating, leaving him almost giddy, riding on the high - and there’s no one else he wants to spend this night together with than his mate.

But they aren’t here.

The loft room is empty, the sheets of their bed cool under his palm - and right, the party. The party after the party.

Stilling, he thinks he can hear the sounds of it, in the cabin across the way. Well, he’s cheating - the wolf is still in his veins, heightening his senses, and if he listens carefully enough, he can hear the murmur of voices, the human and empowered mates of the wolf pack.

With their scent in the air, on the back of his throat, his instincts are close to the surface, and he wants.

He makes to head back out again, before he catches his reflection in the floor-length mirror outside the bathroom - and stops. Well, shit.

At first glance, he’s fine. Sure, his hair is a little tangled, and he thinks there could be a twig or two in there... but then you look a little closer, and yeah, that's blood smeared on his cheek, from the hunt. All that’s left of the unfortunate rabbit that had crossed his path earlier - and he can still feel the weight of it between his teeth, the salty iron of its blood on his tongue...

Yeah, he needs a shower.

He’s in and out in five minutes, the night still singing in his veins. He shifts, just for the joy of it, shaking off the weight of the water and making one hell of a mess that he'll have to clean up later - but that’s tomorrow's problem.

Their room smells like them, the two of them, mingled together, impossible to separate one from the other, and it curls something deep within him, primal and hungry.

He misses them with an ache, and yeah.

Time to gatecrash a party.

-

Things are winding down by the time he gets over there, and he catches a glimpse of a familiar figure further down the path, nearing the woods where he’d left David earlier. Looks like his alpha’s night is only just starting... heh, and yeah, that’s something he's gonna remember for the next pack gossip session.

He nearly runs into Milo's mate at the door, catching himself just in time as they give him a long once over, a slow smiling curling up their lips before their bright eyes meet his gaze.

“Milo texted me. Your mate is just packing up.”

With a wave of their fingers, they’re gone - just blinked out of existence, and he huffs out a laugh, stepping aside before they can phase through him, before stepping over the threshold.

Babe is by the sound system, scrolling through an ipod that must be ten years old by now - and looks it, the metal scuffed and dented, but apparently still workable.

They don’t notice him immediately, their head bobbing in time with the music, and he lingers there for a moment, watching them. They’re dressed casually, loose shirt and sweats - and that’s his shirt, one of their favourites, soft and worn from use, the older shaw security logo stitched into the pocket.

They’ve upgraded the uniforms since then, the growth of the company pushing David to invest in a professional production deal, instead of hand stitching, but he’d been attached to the original design, and he’d managed to save a few in his size.

He’s happy to give them one - especially when they look so damn good in it.

They drop the ipod back onto the table, turning to pick up their jacket - a wide smile breaking across their features as they catch sight of him in the doorway.

“You’re back.”

“I am.” He grins, and he loves the way their smile grows to match it, until their eyes crease with it. Taking a step further into the room, he nudges a deflated balloon, glancing around at the mess of crepe paper and empty champagne bottles. “Looks like you had a lot of fun.”

Their eyes sparkle. “We did.”

They’re so close, but he’s still not holding them yet, and so he rectifies that, crossing the space quickly until he can wrap his arms around them, burying his face into their neck.

Fuck, they feel so good in his arms. They laugh, their arms winding around his waist, their heartbeat strong and steady against his lips as he presses them against their pulse. “I missed you, babe.”

They hum, trailing their fingers through his hair. “How was the run?”

“It was good. More than good.” He can still feel the rush of it, the scent of the forest in his lungs, the press of the earth under his paws. “This feels good, too.”

Close like this, he can sense every shift in their reactions - smell the salt on their skin, the faint reminder of their shampoo. Their free hand slips beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing along his sides, spreading heat wherever they touch, and Christ, if it doesn’t send a shiver running through him.

He presses another soft kiss against their throat, trailing up towards their jaw as their fingers tighten in his hair.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Mmm… I have to finish cleaning up.” Their breath catches as he trails his mouth up to their ear, focusing on that sensitive spot that always makes them tremble.

His voice is barely more than a whisper. “That can wait, babe.”

They hum, and he can feel the thrum of it against his lips. “Most of it can.”

Slowly, they disentangle their fingers from his hair, the other sliding down to his hip, applying just enough pressure to ease him back. “It won’t take long.”

He leans in to steal another kiss, soft and sweet, before he pulls back with a reluctant sigh.

“Let me help.”

–

Together, they sort through the worst of the mess, storing the salvageable leftovers in the portable fridge before taking the rest to the dumpsters out back. It's time consuming, but it makes sense to sort out the food now - they've had enough curious creatures poking around the campsite already.

He keeps sneaking glances at them whenever he can. He can never get over how much he likes seeing them like this, easy and comfortable with his pack around them. They’re human; they weren’t born into this like he was, but they’d taken to it like water, another member of the family, and god, he’s so fucking lucky.

More than once they catch him staring, their grey eyes soft and creased with fond amusement, which he often chases with a kiss. He’s easily distracted, they remark after a while – which is understandable, he explains, when they’re so very distracting.

(“Distractingly hot,” he adds, for clarification, which earns him an eye roll and a soft, rolling laugh that warms him from the inside out.)

The music remains a constant backdrop, left on the same shuffle from earlier. It's a fun mix, fitting for an afterparty vibe, and he digs it. Especially when the song changes, transitioning from mellow pop to something faster, with a beat - something he can move too.

And then the lyrics start.

A full moon and I’m coming your way-

“Oh, I like this babe.”

They glance up at him, their expression an adorable mix of amusement and embarrassment - and he loves it when he gets them flustered like this, breaking through their calm exterior.

“It’s not mine,” They clarify, a flush rising on their cheeks as they lift the ipod in their grip until he can see the mix title - Angel’s mix. “Their taste is somewhat… eclectic.”

“I’m not kidding, this song slaps.” He grins at their exasperated expression. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that his taste overlaps with David's mate. They have excellent taste. It does give him an idea though…

Stepping forward, he takes their hand, tugging them gently closer. “Come on babe, dance with me.”

They give him a look that says - really? - even as they give him their hand, and god, he loves them for that. He loves them for many reasons, but the way they indulge him, allow him to be himself, without holding anything back…

He spins them, slow, until they’re pressed back against him, warm and close. His hands settle on their hips, keeping them close as the beat speeds up, and they feel so fucking good like this. The way they lean into him, trusting his strength, all softness and heat and that sweet, delicious pressure.

Tilting his head, he presses his mouth to that soft spot, just below their ear, pressing soft kisses, barely more than a feather touch, until he can feel the way they shiver. “So, you’ve been listening to werewolf tunes all night?”

He can see the flush where it has travelled lower on their skin, down their chest; feel the heat of them against him, and fuck, they have. He's gonna have to get a hold of this playlist.

“Maybe.”

He trails his mouth back down their throat, a smile curling his lips as he feels them shiver again, a hand reaching up, delicate fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. Their touch sends shivers through him, all the way down his spine, and fuck.

He keeps his voice low, enjoying the effect it has on them. “Want to try some of the real thing?”

Their breath hitches before they're twisting in his arms until they can face him. Their eyes are bright, a flush rising high on their cheeks. “Don’t make promises you can't keep.”

Fuck, they’re gorgeous.

His hands slip under their thighs, lifting them easily until he can kiss them properly, and shit. He can never get enough of the taste of them.

“The cabin-”

“Yeah.” He carries them to the door, just about managing to maintain enough focus as they map out his throat with their lips and teeth. “The music, how do I-”

“I’ve got it.”

Just as they reach the ipod to turn off the music, the song draws to a close, and…

“Is that... howling?”

“Not my playlist.”

-

They’re a mess by the time they stumble back to their cabin, and he's convinced he’s bumped into every possible corner in the place when they make it to the bedroom, but it’s worth it. It’s worth it not to lose a moment of this, their hands on him roaming, their tongue in his mouth.

“I want you to let go with me,” they tell him, their grey eyes glittering in the moonlight that filters in through the shuttered windows. “Don’t hold back.”

“Fuck, babe.” He kisses them again, wet and filthy, as their hands sneak under his shirt, trimmed nails tracing down his chest and leaving trails of fire burning on his skin. “You’re not gonna get any sleep tonight, you realise that right?”

They laugh, soft and bright and mischievous, and fuck, he loves them.

“I’m counting on it.”

He loves them so goddamn much.

“Get ready, babe.”

–

(They’re still wearing his shirt when he brings them breakfast in the morning, the loose collar hanging low, revealing the marks from his mouth that trail down to their collarbone, and shit.

“You have no idea what you do to me, babe.”

By the gleam in their eye as they take the plate from him, setting it down on the side table, he thinks they might.

So, maybe they get sidetracked before breakfast. And after. And again, later, in the shower, on his knees with their fingers twisting in his hair, their moans in his ears…

It’s long past noon by the time they finally rejoin the rest of the pack, and he knows it's obvious what they’ve been doing from the way David’s nose wrinkles when they enter, and the flat stare he levels him after - but honestly? Hella fucking worth it.)

[nerodivergentgrimreaper]

Redacted ASMR character playlists

Part 2

I made a bunch of playlists of what I think each of the redacted music tastes are. These are public so you can like them and listen to them as much as you please. 

Disclaimer: These are just my opinion 

David: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3v7anLr14GaekoFsgBp01T?si=HiQzhxW1QzySSw8SUUqHJg

Angel: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/44NBI8N23heT9Z9EfQuyFD?si=aO0WV4ybSWiZdPcm-T8R0Q

Sam: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4sGD9d9Z8PEXaKqLaFoykw?si=UIANIfS9SYO9hogH-Wv07w

Darlin’: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4xiNCKApZYHwiNdYuF7XdW?si=HWegwWaBS2ysFBSD7IgINg

Asher: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0HBqrIPHygY6XfwvUIKRlL?si=s8Y9aIWQSeSkU9uMVMwzQQ

Baaabe: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/19OFWzeIYbHdeelBA8lCL5?si=tsb494DyRmaTiMGrV1lYPw

Milo: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3gcNyVHovhvkhO7DP8vJk6?si=UCNYwCKpSlexcmvfjF182A

Sweetheart: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4uEDv3PAhIxWzIDfDLLvdB?si=-NLw7PUYShmSUCsg4LA3Qg