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picky eater (asher and babe || redacted audios)

hiii here's a cutesy little babe and asher oneshot I wrote based off of my headcanon abt babe being a picky eater and asher basically being a walking garbage disposal, I hope u enjoy :)

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Asher and Babe had never really been much for cooking. Sure, Babe liked to cook on occasion if they found a recipe they really wanted to try, or creating midnight culinary disasters to satisfy their cravings, but they were no chef. Neither was Asher for that matter, unless you stuck him in front of a grill. This meant lots of takeout and/or pre-prepared meals–something David often winced about whenever he heard them talking about whether dinner tonight was pizza for the third night or tv dinners.

The couple peered into their freezer to see what they had to pick from, they could hear the sound of Star Trek replaying on the television from the kitchen.

“Um,” Asher clicked his tongue softly as he pulled various dinners out. “We have chicken pot pies, orrrrr….mac and cheese–that’s always a favorite,” he smiled at his mate before putting it down on the counter. “Or there’s frozen pizzas-”

“I can’t do pizza again,” Babe laughed.

“Take your pick, babe,” Asher replied, putting the remaining TV dinners on the counter.

“This one looks good,” Babe shrugged, picking up one labeled “Roasted Chicken Rigatoni with Pesto.”

“Feelin’ adventurous?” Asher teased. He knew Babe had a hard time with trying new things, especially when one of their safe foods were involved.

“I’ve convinced myself that I like pesto because of how good it looked on the pasta that they had in Luca,” they shrugged, moving over to the microwave to prepare it. They took the container out of the box and followed the instructions. Once the microwave beeped, they took it out for its mid-cook mixing.

They scrunched their nose at the sight of the pesto–it was hot and bubbling, the chicken looked dry, and there was water at the bottom of the plastic container��but nevertheless they persevered.

“Mmmm, scrumptious,” they said sarcastically, doing an impersonation of Sally trying to feed Dr. Finkelstein the deadly nightshade soup.

“That bad?” Asher chuckled.

“It’ll be fine,” they laughed before sticking it back in the microwave.

A few minutes later, dinners had been “cooked” and the couple made themselves comfortable on the couch. Babe poked their pasta around, hesitant to take the first bite. Asher looked over at his mate, his expression a mix between concern and anticipation.

“It’s good! It’ll be good,” they looked over at him, trying to get him to stop watching.

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself rather than me,” he chuckled, taking a bite from his chicken pot pie. “But if you don’t like it, that’s okay. I’ll finish it for you and we can make you some mac and cheese instead.”

Babe nodded in agreement at his compromise before taking a bite. They chewed attentively for a moment, trying to figure out how they felt about it. They looked over at Ash and smiled softly.

“It’s good,” they nodded.

“Good,” he smiled back, returning his attention to the television. “Always gotta trust Luca.”

[romirola]

Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Travelling Styles at the Airport 

David: David likes to be prepared, which leads him to overpack, just in case. Half the time, it pays off, though all the time it means his bags are way heavier than he wants them to be, not that he’d ever admit it. Although David considers himself a pretty patient guy, he dreads the idea of waiting in line for security, to board, to purchase a coffee/snack, to exit the plane… He has no direct airline experience, but honestly, he’s pretty sure he could streamline the whole process. 

Angel: They are an expert packer and they know it. Not only do they manage to arrange everything they need into the most condensed way possible, but they also know how to pack light. Angel is always one to be ready with their boarding pass, ticket, and anything else they’d need, though what they most look forward to is exploring their destination (whether it be for leisure or business) and getting a firsthand feel of the entire experience. They often indulge in arriving at the airport with plenty of time so they can people-watch with a latte.  

Asher: As a child, Asher often flew with his family to visit his grandparents, with one set in Belfast and the other in Galway. Because of that experience, he associates travel with adventure and fun, even if it’s due to work. Asher can make himself extremely comfortable in any airport, somehow intuiting the best place to find a seat, charge a phone, or search through a carryon for missing headphones. Asher can even nap in the most bustling of airports, but amazingly, he wakes up on time and never misses a flight. 

Babe: Babe is a nervous flier (check out this oneshot if you want to see that in action), but they are an absolute master at logistical planning. Booking deals, loyalty accounts, membership discounts… You name it, Babe has it and knows how to use it. Once, they even managed to get paid by the airline to fly to their cousin’s wedding. Babe also likes to select their seats ahead of time to maximize comfort and space.

Milo: Milo is probably one of the luckiest travelers ever to set foot in an airport. Although he never asks for any sort of special treatment, he never fails to get it. Every staff member feels compelled to give Milo all the bonus miles, first-class upgrades, or expedited services they could possibly give him. The restricted lounges welcome Milo even though he's not a member. During the flight, the flight attendants give him extra snacks, blankets, and anything he could ever want. No one, not even Milo, can explain the phenomenon. He loves every minute of it.

Sweetheart: Sweetheart’s poor sense of direction means that they require lots of extra time when it comes to travelling. They need to factor in inevitably getting lost to any movement they might make. That could include getting to the airport, finding their gate, or refilling their water bottle at the fountain a few steps away. They can and will manage to get lost, no matter how diligently they study the airport maps before they go. Despite their inability to orient themselves, Sweetheart will insist that the best way to spend any length of time at the airport is to keep active, since they will have to sit on the plane, so they will most likely be found walking laps, back and forth, across a space where they can always have their gate in sight. 

Darling: Darling honestly prefers to drive or, if possible, to take the train. Not because they are afraid of flying. Certainly they will fly if needed. But for Darling, there’s something inextricably exciting about watching the world go by like that. Darling also has quite an affinity for the cafe car, or, whenever they take a lengthier trip, the dining car. They can’t exactly say why, but it’s such a treat to partake, almost like a step back in time, and yet, a surreally modern amenity.  

Sam: Sam has always seen the airport as one big scam where every decision is meant to squeeze out more money from travelers. Pay to check a bag, pay to buy food, pay for leg room, pay to breathe air, basically. It’s a total racket, and he loathes every iota of the whole experience. If only vampires could learn how to rift like d(a)emons… He does, however, find himself more willing to shell out some money for a few gaudy-but-fun magnet souvenirs lately. After all, Sam’s never had a pack (and yes, Vincent and Lovely are included) for whom to purchase travel gifts. He still thinks everything is overpriced, but he looks forward to giving out the gifts upon his return. 

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The 51 Post

This week sucked a whole lot actually (I started this draft on Tuesday, and I haven't touched it until 5pm Sunday) but I read a lot of pretty good shit so I think it balances.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

get on my taglists for WIP updates, 51 post, tag games, and ask events!

BRHP: Chapter 15 posted; Talus is having a Bad Time.

I stabbed Adrien real good

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Not new, but I dug up Adrift and The Sky, The Stars, and Me so enjoy the spooky space shorts.

See more entries for SSSC 006 below, mine is here: i'll take everything.

Growing Pains: the 6th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper is definitely adjusting so well to her new life.

I'm starting to release chapters of Unlikely Adventures on tumblr now!

This Week's Jams

stargazing || power-haus, solarays [spotify/youtube]

up down || boy epic [spotify/youtube]

gasoline || chymes [spotify/youtube]

dangerous || new medicine [spotify/youtube]

she went that way || missy [spotify/youtube]

illuminated || hurts [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

HI YOU GET TO MEET KADMOS IN CHAPTER 17 AND [SPOILERS] IN CHAPTER 18 I'M REALLY EXCITED

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

zadimus needs to stop it. that is all

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

you know what's fun to write? drug/dream sequences. you know what's even more fun? writing one for a detective in a flashy nightclub with murder on her mind

Stellar Parallax

saren is about to go do a Very Kill and jaen is So Excited About It. also wrex. but mostly violence

Lighthouse in the Fog

7th short will be coming out some time tonight, @thetrashbagswasteland picked some yummy prompt words

In the Works

y'all 🥺💕 thank you i needed a bunch of open-ended prompts to get the brain noodles out so i can hopefully not burn out on the main wips. i've still got the same backlog otherwise lmao

From the Skwad

IMPORTANT @fenrir-kin fell prey to the hellsite shenaniganuke, and is currently @vikingfenharel until it (hopefully) gets sorted.

Surprise Challenge 006 wrapped up with (mine's above): Just Take My Hand by @sparatus, Expanding the Vocabulary by @teamdilf, and The Storm Between Us by @thetrashbagswasteland

@equusgirl is going bananas with Sapphic Summer: i know with me, you'll get a little bit addicted, One Night, and will my hands ever be clean?

@sparatus also dropped chapter 1 & chapter 2 of Make Less the Depth of Grief and were it not for the laws of this land, i would have strangled him (affectionate) but also this tasty oneshot of Nautilea being so hot

@teamdilf HOW. New chapter of Alice's Adventures in Andromeda, another chapter of The In-Laws and the Grandparents, and another chapter in A Man of Many Talents. I'm calling witchcraft

@asher-orion-writes gave us this lovely oneshot set in Cardinal Sins and I'm??? yes

@princess-prawn dropped a new chapter of Next of Kin YESSS

@regalbois is writing his mlm war stories again and i'm vibrating please go read The Earth Abides

@commander-krios wrote more Dash/Leo (thank u for my life) and New Beginnings (thank u for TWO life wow)

Around the 'Blr

Art Claims are still going on for WIP Big Bang!!

@writernopal dropped character profiles for Magdalene and Sartor so this is your hint to get on the taglist for AASOAF 3

@tabswrites posted chapter 3 of Silver Sentinels and gave me life thank you, more please

@vacantgodling wrote this short for Lukewarm Rejection and we have no choice but to stan Trisha

@liv-is blessed writeblr with this snippet from Demigods i am eating it up

@void-botanist gave us this short for Another Ocean's Moon with LORE hidden in the tags hello

have you SEEN The Poster by @artdecosupernova-writing omg

@elshells dropped chapter 12 of Agent Ace YES congrats on the timeline choreography, bud!

wake up babes new Nameless Song short just dropped from @blind-the-winds

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[romirola]

I'm so sorry to hear of your delayed flight and anxiety! Hang in there, @jacks347 ! If you are in the mood for some Redactedverse flight anxiety comfort, I would invite you to check out this oneshot featuring Babe and Asher during a delayed flight, but no pressure to read! Have a safe flight!

Hi I'm stuck in an airport on my first solo trip with a flight that's been delayed twice now trying not to have a panic attack so welcome to my distraction post 🙃

I have a nagging feeling that David is terrified of flying. He understands it's perfectly safe, hell it's safer than driving, but he can't stand flying.

There are so many things that can go wrong on a plane and he has thought through every single possibility. He can't stand the uncertainty. And though that's what he says his main fear is, he knows there's more to it.

He fears being lost and leaving those he cares for behind. A plane crash can leave you anywhere, never to be found again. At least with his dad he got the closure of knowing where he was and that he was buried back home. For a plane crash, he wouldn't get that. He'd just be gone, left to rot somewhere his family would never be able to visit. Any burial would be a representation but wouldn't actually hold him. He'd be a lost soul, stuck somewhere he never belonged.

Not to mention the people he'd unwillingly abandon. The thought of his Angel and the pack finding out he was gone made his chest hurt. He knew the effect the Inversion had on all of them, something like this would ruin them. Imagining Angel being alone in the house or Asher losing his smile was something he just couldn't take. He would never put his family in a position where he could hurt them like that. Not if he could help it.

He could say he just didn't trust flying all he liked. But he knew deep down that wasn't the whole truth. And he would take that truth to the grave.

This was weird and incoherent and stupid but hey it was distraction enough for me so yaaaaaay

[recrackted]

More Fluff for the soul :)

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“Daaaaveeeeyyyy~~”

Angel crept up behind David, running their hands up his shirtless back as he slaved away in their dimly lit kitchen, music playing lightly in the background. David let out a soft grumble as shivers slither up his spine. “Angel..” He muttered warningly, continuing to focus on cooking dinner. Angel pressed gentle kisses along their husbands back, earning themselves a soft sigh from him. “Angel, I need to…” His voice trailed off as he felt the kisses, his cheeks burning. He slowly turned away, forgetting the dinner as he looked down into his partners eyes. “You’re just as gorgeous as the day I married you, Angel” He muttered between passionate but gentle kisses, wrapping his arms around Angel’s waist. He lifted his lover off the floor, letting them wrap their legs around his waist as they rested their forehead against his, touching noses as they looked into each others eyes. “Davey..” Angel said lovingly, their eyes filled with the same tenderness they had been filled with everyday for the past five years. “I’m glad I get to call you mine, my love”

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - A softer touch

Prompt: Any Fandom | Any Characters/Pairings |“So why are you still here?”

Word Count: 3,232

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (David Shaw/Angel & Darling. Mentions of Milo/Sweetheart & Asher/Babe)

Rating: T

Triggers: Alcohol. Profanity. Friendly flirting and nothing more than that. 

Summary: Under bright neon lights, banging club music and surrounded by sweaty bodies, Angel meets with the most attractive person in the world. And that says something since they're with David! 

ConCrit: Y 

OK, before we start, can I just say how much I procrastinate with this oneshot? Yeah, it pissed me the fuck off. I'm starting to get a little burnout from work and trying to churn out oneshots for this writing event as much as I can that I can't believe my biggest issue is procrastination instead of writer's block! 

So what I'm gonna do is take a chill from writing for a few days before jumping back at it—watching some other ASMR stories or something just to replenish the creative juices. 

Anyway, for this oneshot, I added a lot of my personal headcanons to Angel and Darling just to flesh them out a little bit more. 

I hope you guys will enjoy it! 

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Angel resist the urge to grin as they carefully apply their eyeliner while David is hovering behind them like a looming ghost. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" David repeats for the second time; he's pressing close to Angel's back. Angel doesn't need to look up at the mirror to see how their boyfriend is fretting. 

"Davey, it's Mates Night, so that means no boyfriends allow." Angel playfully reminds the Werewolf about their's, Babe's and Sweetheart's monthly gathering. Ever since the trio became fast friends, Babe suggested they have their very own night out together without their boyfriends. And so, Mates Night came to be. 

When David hears about their outings, he's initially happy that his Angel is becoming close with the Mates of his Pack Members, but then a tiny part of him sulk at the thought that Angel prefers to hang out with Asher's and Milo's Mates more than him. 

Never in a million years did David think he'd be the clingy type, and oh God, if Angel ever finds out about it, they won't stop teasing him. Ever. It's bad enough how Asher would persistently blow up his phone to invite him over to his apartment to play video games in hopes to distract himself from Babe's absence. But when you throw Milo into the mix, the three of them becomes super competitive in front of the Xbox. 

So yes, Mates Night is a thing within the Shaw Pack. David, Asher and Milo would always grumble and hover around their Mates like the protective boyfriends they are whenever it's time to go. 

"Hey, Davey?" Angel's sweet voice interrupts the Alpha's train of thoughts. When he stares at his partner through the mirror, Angel is done with their makeup. "Can you pick what I wear tonight? Babe and Sweetheart mention that their boyfriends are doing the same too. So...?" Here, Angel tilts their head back to wiggle their eyebrows at David. 

Something primal within David jumps at the idea of dressing his partner. The knowledge that Angel would be walking around wearing his favourite colours, clothes that appeal to him while he gets to decide just how much skin he allows strangers to catch a glimpse on his Mate. 

David internally stomps that part of him before Angel realise how much he loves it. 

"If you want." David reply gruffly and turn towards their shared wardrobe. He completely missed out on a snickering Angel behind him. They dutifully trot behind him as David rummage through their clothes with a focus of a man on an important mission. A good combination of his and Angel's favourite colours and a set of clothes that David knew his Mate looked attractive in is a good start. 

His black leather jacket is definitely a must for Angel, even if it's a little big for them. It might be an odd contrast to the rest of the attire, but the jacket serves as a warning for opportunists that his Mate is taken. 

Meanwhile, Angel's eyebrows slowly raise as David sets out the clothes on the bed. "You're giving me your jacket?" 

"It's going to get cold later," David immediately explains, refusing to meet eye contact with a knowing Angel. "It's almost Autumn, and I don't want you getting sick. The last time you were bedridden with a fever, you refused to rest, and I near damn had to wrestle your Switch from your hands." 

Angel lets out an 'aww', and David's face reddens in embarrassment. He then grumbles when Angel launches themselves at him to pepper his face with kisses. "That's very sweet of you, Davey! OK! I promise to take good care of your jacket. I know how much it means for you." 

Oh, David can complain all he wants, but Angel has seen how much care he put into Asher's gift. Actions always speak louder than words when it comes to David Shaw. 

"Are you trying to suffocate me with kisses?" 

"Depends. It is working?" 

"Go change already, you brat. I'll be downstairs with your things." 

Angel gives their boyfriend a salute, a bright smile and starts changing their clothes. David left their bedroom for the living room to start a fire in the hearth. He wasn't joking when he mentioned that it would get cold pretty soon. By the time the living room is pleasantly warm, David can hear the soft patter of footsteps coming down from the stairs.

"Is your phone fully charged? Do you need - " David began and turns around. That's when words are trapped in his throat the moment Angel slyly walks towards him. God, do they look absolutely breathtaking in those clothes! 

Angel is ready to have fun with the other Mates in a club tonight. 

"My phone's fine. Can I have my backpack, please, Davey?" Angel pleads coquettishly. When they press themselves into David's chest, the Werewolf's head spin over his Mate's scent and how soft Angel's body is. That primal part in David made itself known again when it begs him just to throw Angel on their bed and forget Mates Night ever existed. 

Sensing the conflict within David, Angel smile slyly, loving the effect they have on him. So they drop their voice to sound sweeter and add, "Pretty please, Davey? Sweetheart is already outside the house. It'll be a shame if I bail on them." 

David sighs loudly; he then narrows his eyes at his impish partner. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Getting me all riled up and forcing me to watch you step out of the house wearing that outfit. God, you're such a tease." 

Angel had the audacity to laugh at David's torture. "I'm only a tease for you. But hey..." Here, Angel gently cups David's face and smile softly. The kind of smile that never fails to set his heart at ease. "You know you're it for me, right? I know I tease you a lot, and trust me, I really do love it whenever you get possessive, but Davey, I can't imagine a future without you." They pause and startle a lovestruck Davey by booping his nose. Angel giggle at the comical look on his face. "I love you, Davey." 

David twitches his nose in a show of irritation, but in the end, he lets out a tiny smile. "I love you too, Angel. I hope you and the others have fun tonight. Can I have a kiss before you hit the road?" 

Angel happily obliges him. After checking that they have their phone, wallet, and keys to the house in their backpack, David sees them off and even wave to Sweetheart in the driver's seat. 

It's only when their car pulls out of the driveway that David goes back inside. 

The moment he closes the door, Asher starts calling him nonstop on his phone. 

"Damn it, Asher..." David groans. He could already tell how's his night would go down. 

Better prepare the fire extinguisher then. 

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Meanwhile, the boys' Mates are having fun all night long. 

The chaotic atmosphere and colourful lights immediately greet Angel, Babe, and Sweetheart when they enter the nightclub. The loud music and noises envelop the three as they push through a crowd of people towards the dancefloor. 

Angel had a good time dancing with their friends, loving the eyes and attention they garnered, but they made sure to firmly reject strangers' offer of dancing together or free drinks. Some took the hint, but Sweetheart is more than happy to get in between them and Angel when it comes to those with thicker skin and fewer brain cells in their heads. 

"I'm going to chill at the bar for a sec!" Angel shouts to their friends. The music is the loudest on the dancefloor, and combined with the laughing and shrieking of the other club goers, talking to Sweetheart and Babe is near impossible. Even when they are dancing close to them. 

"Call us if you need anything!" Babe reply with a wide grin. Sweetheart is teaching them how to dance, and so far, it's been a hit or miss. Neither of them is complaining, though. 

Angel nods and does their best to push through the crowd. By the time they reach the bar, they sigh in relief. The noises are a bit quieter here, more breathable. 

"Hey there. What can I get you?" The bartender greets Angel once they hop onto the stool. A couple is having a deep conversation on their left while a brooding man is nursing his drink on the right. 

"Can I just have something light and sweet, please? Oh! Do you have those tiny umbrellas too?" 

The bartender cracks a smile. "Yes, we do. I'll whip something out for you real quick." When Angel thanks him, he starts to prepare their drink. 

Angel keep themselves busy by texting David about how their night is going. They laugh when Asher somehow manages to steal his phone and snap a picture of himself with David and Milo bickering in the background. It looks like the Werewolves are around the kitchen's island. Milo and David are covered in flour with a giant dough spread in front of them. 

"Here's your drink." The bartender slides Angel a glass filled with colourful liquids swirling delicately. It's like a rainbow. When he glances up, his polite smile turn into a full-blown shit-eating grin. "Oh hey, good to see you're alive. How've you been, Tanker?" 

"Still full of shit as ever, eh, Gray? Looks like you have a full liquor bar tonight. Be a shame if I drink it all dry." 

It's the baritone voice that caught Angel's attention first before the owner of said voice takes a vacant seat beside Angel. When Angel subtly side-eye to the right to take a good look at the stranger, well, it's a good thing that they weren't holding their drink or the table would be a mess. 

The stranger? Yeah, they're absolutely jaw-dropping; a solid 15/10, no joke. From their 'I just had a wild time in the closet' hairstyle to the flowers and bullets tattoo creeping on the back of their neck and a physique build like Davey's, the stranger beside Angel is the physical embodiment of every sexy song that they could think of!

"You know..." The stranger suddenly begins. Angel's heart skips a beat at their voice. "You're not really as subtle as you think." They throw Angel a tiny but amused smile. 

Angel flustered automatically at getting caught. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare! I saw your tattoos, and I was curious..." They hurry to take a sip of their sweet drink to soothe their flushed face. 

"Oh, you saw that? You have a good eye." The stranger complimented, pleasantly surprised at Angel's observation skill. The bartender interjects to hand over the stranger's drink, and they immediately raise it towards Angel. 

Angel clink their glass with the stranger's. They both take a swing. 

"They look super cool. Um, the tattoos, I mean." Angel said, loving how the sweet and burning taste of the alcohol sends tingles on their tongue before it settles in their stomach. "Is there a story behind it?" 

The stranger - whom Angel mentally calls 'hot stuff' -  finishes their glass of beer in three mouthfuls and signals the bartender for another one. The man roll his eyes but did as requested. "Not really. Ironies are funny to me." They reply with a sardonic smile. When Angel's face reddened once more, they let out a chuckle. 

The stranger and Angel hit it off quite well after that. Angel quickly finds that their new friend is the exact opposite of them and how much fun that is during their conversation. They're reserved, but when Angel manages to get a laugh out of them, their expression loses a bit of its stoicism. When the conversation shifts to hobbies, Angel is thrilled to find someone who enjoys playing Minecraft, Animal Crossing and Untitled Goose Game just as much as them. 

"My life is incredibly hectic as of currently," Angel's new friend explained after their fourth glass. Man, can they really hold their drink. "So playing games like Animal Crossing help me calm down and unwind. I never go anywhere without my phone, wallet and Switch." 

Angel cheers; they knock their glasses once more. As the night grows long and Babe and Sweetheart are still having fun on the dance floor, Angel and their new friend talk about everything and anything they can think of. They trade stories about their careers; the stranger is fascinated over Angel's domestic travels and shenanigans as a senior auditor for the company they work for, while Angel's world was yanked from their feet when the stranger explains the pros and cons as a fashion designer and what it's like working with unruly models. 

Soon enough, the topic of the club and the city are brought to the table. 

"This place is one of my favourite spots in Dahlia. I used to come here with... someone." Angel couldn't help but notice that last word was spoken with barely concealed bitterness. There's a story there. The stranger lightly shakes their head and continues, "We didn't end things on a good note."

"So why are you still here?" Angel asks curiously. They figured that even if the nightclub is their favourite hangout location, the bad memories associated with this place would deter the stranger from visiting again. But here they are, at ease and doing their best to drain the bartender's shelves. 

"Got chewed out by my boss yesterday. He was merciless," The stranger grumbles. They push away their empty mug and move on to something lighter and sweeter, like Angel's. The bartender quip back and remind the stranger that he will happily snap a picture of their drunk ass if Angel's new friend pass out later. They make a bet about it before their attention return to Angel. "He's a hardass and has the nerve to complain about my distance when we're never even close in the first place. I would've bitten his head off, but you know... he's my boss and all that." The stranger gesture to their drink to make a point. "So I'm here because Gray knows how to mix the best amnesiac drinks."

Said bartender throws a flying kiss at his acquaintance, which earns him a middle finger from Angel's companion. He just laughs it off before attending to the rest of the customers. 

Angel's eyebrows knitted in concern and sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, man. Did you take an Uber here? My friends and I could send you back home later if you want." They offer. Angel had enough of their drink and is more interested in getting to know their new friend. In some ways, they remind them of Davey. 

The stranger is taken aback by the kind offer. As if they couldn't believe how genuine Angel is to, well, a stranger like them. "Thank you; you're very kind, but I'll be alright. I know when to stop, and if I don't, Gray will do it for me."  

"You bet your sweet ass I will!" The bartender shouts from the end of the table. "I don't need you to start roughhousing my customers again!" 

"It was one time, and that jackass needed to learn not to put his greasy hands on people's bodies!" 

Angel laugh at their banter. When they settle down, Angel speaks in a more sombre tone. "I'm not trying to preach you or anything, but your boss sounds like he wants to get to know you better. Uh, professionally, I hope. That doesn't sound like a bad thing." 

The stranger sighs wearily and rubs their temple. "It's not, but both of us aren't good at verbally expressing how we feel, so we just didn't go for that extra mile when it comes to extending the olive branch. It's like, 'if you need anything, feel free to drop a call or text', but you know... you never actually do it because it'll be awkward as hell." 

"If talking is hard, maybe the both of you can listen to one another?" Angel suggests. "Talking doesn't mean much if both parties don't want to listen to the other. I've rambled on and on about my Minecraft world, and you were such a good sport at listening and intervening when you don't know how to craft something. Perhaps you can give that a shot with your boss?" 

"But that's gaming stuff, not... important topics like 'acting on my own volition and risking the safety of my colleagues'," Angel's eyebrows immediately rise, but the stranger is oblivious to their shock. Damn, Angel didn't know the fashion industry is that cutthroat! "All I wanted was to protect them, but all I got from that is a confrontation instead. I guess they were right; the road to hell is paved with good intention." 

"Wow..." Is all Angel could say, really. 

The stranger then apologises for their rant, and to make up for it, they pick up Angel's tab. 

By the time Sweetheart and Babe exhaust themselves on the dance floor and head towards Angel, the stranger and Angel exchange phone numbers. Before they left the club, they promised to share all of their other favourite spots in the city with Angel. 

"I know a great gaming store that sells second-hand games for reasonable prices. Worth every dollar." They explained. "Went to the same school with the owner, so he always hooked me up with the newest games in the market." 

"Oh, hell yeah! I'd love to go there with you sometimes. Also, I seriously need you to give me some fashion tips because what you're wearing right now? Absolutely banging." 

Angel is delighted when their new friend ducks their head shyly at the compliment. "Thanks, and uh, sure. I don't know why you need it, though. Your style is pretty solid and eye-catching. Especially with that jacket; it totally stands out from the rest of your attire. It makes you look bold and demands attention." 

"High praise coming from a fashion designer!" Angel couldn't help beam and pull the collar of the leather jacket. "My boyfriend insists that I wear this tonight. It's his, actually. 

Ange's new friend snorts. "Figures. Is he the possessive type?" 

"Yup, but not like, super crazy about it." 

"Good. 'Cause if you need someone to punch some sense into him, hit me up. I'm serious." 

"I believe you. Oh! I think I see my friends coming over. You should meet them; they'd love you!" 

"Maybe next time. My ride is here. Thanks for the drinks, Gray; you're still an asshole, though." 

"You too, buddy. Don't be a stranger now!"

Angel giggle when their new friend rolls their eyes. They then give a parting nod to Angel. "I'll see you soon. Take care of yourself." 

"You too!" 

However, neither of them expects soon meant the next Pack meeting. Angel would be the first one to happily declare that they had fun doing the iconic Spiderman meme with their new Werewolf friend. 

Milo spits out his drink when Angel rushes over to Darling and hug them tightly as if the two are long-lost friends. Asher's eyes bug out when Darling returns the embrace, while David has no idea what is happening. 

It was an experience for everyone involved. 

[taelonsamada]

now a question that the people need to know (maybe just me) but likeeeee will we get a hate fucking chapter from sam and darlin???????

(pleaseeee its for the cultureeee)

<,< >,> <,< *gestures you closer*

……I absolutely have plans to do a smutty oneshot collection of each pairing, one being the night Babe walked into Asher’s room wearing just his dress shirt

Sam & Darlin will absolutely get a chapter X3

[romirola]

No pressure to read, but I'm case you're interested, I've written some early Asher/Babe fics!

RSVP

Happy to Be of Service

Oneshot featuring the first time Asher shifts for Babe

I need more early Asher and Baaabe content 🥺

[romirola]

RSVP (A Redactedverse Oneshot)

My half of a fic/art exchange with @cupgoose! Thanks for the opportunity to participate, friend! I love having the chance to share work with the fandom. Exchanges are all about creation and community. <3 Hope you enjoy!

Prompts: Asher/Babe, “where we can watch their relationship dynamic shift and develop before they’re actually together”

Read RSVP on AO3 here!

Rating: T; WC: ~3K; Characters: Asher, Babe, David; Pairing: Asher/Babe

Summary: Shortly after their elevator meeting, Babe and Asher navigate their current status with each other and reflect on their past relationship experiences. Oddly enough, it’s David’s (oblivious) comment that forces Babe and Asher to find the courage to admit their true feelings.

Tags: Early Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love, Attraction, Falling in Love, Idiots in Love, Worries, Insecurities, Past Relationship Trauma, Self-Consciousness, Babe is Feeling Things, Asher Is Trying So Hard, David is Oblivious, Flirting, Communication, Vulnerability, Honesty, Emotions, Jinx, Wedding Invitation Drama, Relationship Growth, Kissing, Fic/Art Exchange, Oneshot, Gender-Neutral Babe

Thanks for reading! Any and all feedback is welcome and cherished!

[themonotonysyndrome]

👀 would you accept my first born for a brat tamer Davey oneshot? (but seriously, please don't feel any pressure to write one! Headcanons are more than enough!)

I'm a 24/7 exhausted writer for the advertising field, so the only career tips I can give you is... run away. Run away from that field 😭

Babe works with several big name brands from Coca-Cola to Dior as their clients and they love to show their draft designs to Asher. It doesn't matter if the poor boi can't give them any constructive criticism apart from "Whoa Babe, those are some crazy artwork!". Babe appreciates it! Also, David definitely went to Babe for his security company logo.

Darling has dressed so many models and attend fashion galas everywhere in America. They prefer to dress in cheap fashion and clothes because they Shift a lot. Shifting = tear clothes. Despite the awkwardness, Darling always help David dress up whenever he has to attend Very Important Meetings.

Oh! Oh! Headcanon that Lovely's students go to their shared apartment with Vincent for guitar lessons. Vincent loves waking up to the sound of music playing in the living room.

Babe and Asher once went to the local art gallery and they saw a collage of Bright Eyes's work as homage. Babe enjoys reading about the story from each photograph.

psst someone give me your absolutely wildest takes about any character or listener. like give me stuff that has no canon support other then your heart

ill go first

darlin is actually like really really good with kids

[romirola]

A David/Angel Sickfic Requested by Itsdaifuku

@itsdaifuku requested a short sickfic as comfort for her own illness, so I come with a fluffy oneshot featuring David taking care of sick!Angel that I would view as a prequel to the recently released David audio. This oneshot will also be posted in my collection on AO3. Hope you enjoy and feel better soon, itsdaifuku! (If this oneshot doesn’t do it for you, I wanted to let you know I’ve got a few other Redacted ASMR sickfics floating around, so I linked them to this post in case you were interested in them. Here’s an Asher/Babe oneshot where Asher takes care of sick!Babe after they fainted, an Asher/Babe oneshot where Asher comforts Babe from a migraine, a multi-chapter fic featuring Milo/Sweetheart as they deal with the sunbound solstice, a fic where Angel takes care of sick!David, and a David/Angel oneshot where Angel comforts shifted!David when he has a migraine.) Thanks for reading! As always, any and all feedback is welcome and cherished!

Rating: G, WC: ~1K, Prompt: short sickfic comfort

When Angel’s eyes finally opened, inescapable heat filled their every sense. They tried to blink themselves awake, figuring the discomfort might’ve lingered from an already-forgotten dream. The more cognizant of their surroundings they became, the more miserable Angel grew. Aches had taken up residence in every muscle of their body. A pounding sensation clunked against their skull with every breath. The sweat they felt break out upon their skin did nothing to cool the rising temperature they felt radiate from their core. Sandpaper lined their throat. Without thinking twice, Angel threw off their covers to regulate their temperature. They flipped over onto their stomach and pushed their forehead into their pillow, as if the pressure from that movement could somehow offset the pressure erupting across their head. 

“‘ngel?” David Shaw mumbled, still half-asleep. His mate’s jerky movements had roused him out of slumber somewhat, but it was the sudden weight of the duvet strewn across his back that prompted him to check in with them. “Y’okay?”

Angel swallowed, cringing at the trail of fire that involuntarily set off down their throat. It was like no matter what they did, they couldn’t find even the smallest reprieve from the pain that was lighting up their body in a million different ways. “Mmm,” they moaned, trying to coax their thick tongue into moving in a way that would make sensible words. 

“Angel?” David asked again, clumsily reaching over to the nightstand to retrieve his glasses.  “Angel, what’s wrong?” 

Angel distantly wondered how long it had been since David asked that question. Finally, they found a way to make their mouth obey them and answer their worried mate. “Hot,” they said simply, barely able to track the different sensations coursing through them. “I‘m really hot.”

They let their head fall closer to David as they felt his large palm come to their forehead. “No kidding,” he remarked wryly, keeping his hand in place. “I’ll get the thermometer to make sure, but you’ve almost certainly got a fever.” A frown crossed his face and pulled his eyebrows together. 

“I think… I’m sick,” Angel sighed. “Ugh.”

“I’d say so,” David agreed wryly. “Anything hurt you?”

Angel felt like David’s calm and gentle voice was an anchor that kept them from drowning in the myriad of unpleasant sensations and thick fog that clouded their thoughts. “Throat,” they added. “Head. And just… all over, I guess. I don’t know. Does that make sense?” 

“Yeah, yeah. I understand perfectly,” David hastily assured them, figuring correctly that Angel’s fever and fatigue interfered with their rationale. It pained him to see his normally quick-witted mate struggle with expressing their thoughts. He slid his hand from their forehead to their cheek. “My poor Angel.”

Angel hummed a bit, tipping their cheek into David’s sturdy hand. “You feel good.”

Their drowsy gesture momentarily confused him, to be honest. Typically, David had found his value through his actions. He served as his pack’s alpha. He provided security and peace of mind to his clients. He prepared meals for his friends. But for Angel to feel comforted just from his presence alone? For him to be enough to make their feverish aches and pain momentarily recede? Even after years of being together, it was an unfamiliar, though not unwelcome, feeling for David. 

He loved his Angel more than he could ever hope to say. 

He was honored and humbled to see that he could bring Angel a little ease during their illness, but he had no intention of stopping at a mere touch. “I’ll let you lay on me all you want in just a minute,” David warmly chuckled as he watched Angel’s eyes droop just from his simple touch. “But first, I want to get some things to help you feel better tonight.” After giving them a quick kiss, David carefully pushed his pillow into Angel’s arms to make sure that they didn’t want for anything, even for a minute. “I’ll be back in just a minute, Angel. Take it easy.” 

Angel nodded sleepily, torn by sprawling out to give their body the chance to feel cool air against their inner, raging heat and dreading the idea of even moving an inch. 

The bed squeaked as David pushed himself to his feet. He dashed out of the bedroom and Angel closed their eyes and fought to distract themselves from how disappointed they were at the loss. Fortunately, even their high fever couldn’t make them wallow for long because in a flash, David was back beside them. 

“Alright now. Easy,” he softly cooed. As soon as he sat down on the bed, Angel scrambled to push themselves close to David. “Let’s see where you stand with this thing so we can track how it progresses. I’m sure you’re tired, but it’d be best to start medication if you need it as soon as possible.” 

“Yes, Doc.” Angel smiled through their pained wince. “But only if I get a lollipop afterwards.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” David noted, fiddling with turning on the oral thermometer in his hand. “Here, Angel.”

At his request, Angel opened their mouth and grabbed ahold of the thermometer he handed them, dutifully placing it under their tongue and waiting until the triple beeps confirmed David���s suspicions that they were running a fever. David diligently wrote down their temperature on a notepad he retrieved from his pocket and handed them two pills and a glass of water. “So, cherry, grape, or orange?” he offered, helping them to settle backwards so that their head came to rest on his chest.

“Hmmm,” Angel pondered, utterly exhausted at just the small effort to swallow the pills. “Maybe I’ll postpone all lollipop compensation until the morning.” They cuddled closer into David, turning onto their side. “I’m really tired. And still so hot.”

“Shh,” David encouraged as he lightly combed his fingers through their sweaty hair. “Rest, Angel. Don’t worry. I’ll be here to take care of you.” He wrapped his free arm around their back and kissed their forehead. “Feel better soon, Angel.”  

The next morning, Angel opted for a cherry lollipop. David was only too happy to oblige.

[romirola]

Obe(y)ta (A Soft-Smut Asher/Babe Fic)

This story is rated E for Explicit and contains sexually mature content, therefore the link and details are below the cut. 18+ only, please. Minors, refrain from interacting with this post. Thank you!

CLICK HERE TO READ OBE(Y)TA ON AO3!

Summary: Asher is questioning his leadership abilities and, along with them, his ability to serve as his pack’s beta. Babe wants to help give Asher a boost of self-confidence. Their frustrations lead Asher and Babe to purchase a (mutually consensual) trance that puts Asher completely in charge for the night. Aided by the trance, Asher and Babe find they are able to give and to receive exactly what they need. 

Rating: E, WC: ~9K, Characters: Asher/Babe

Tags: Dom!Asher, Tranced!Babe, Love, Trust, Romance, Support, Comfort, Smut, Soft-smut, All the Softness, Spice, Fluff, Humor, Banter, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Body Insecurity, Self-Doubt, Anxiety, Body Worship, Multiple Orgasms, Confidence, Guidance, Service Domming, Begging, Enthusiastic Consent, Praise Kink, Consensual Trancing, Using Magic to Increase Pleasure, Sensitivity, Relaxation, Traffic Light System for Consent, Trance Safeword, Relationship Growth, Gender-Neutral Babe, Adult Language, Oneshot

I’ve been SO excited to write and to share this fic with you! In fact, I'm so excited that I'm breaking my rule of only posting one story at a time and sharing this even though I've not yet finished posting the currently-ongoing Tangled AU. Surprise! Thank you to all who encouraged and supported me as I theorized and drafted. What a joy it was to think smutty thoughts about this incredible couple. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! As always, any and all feedback is welcome and cherished! 

[romirola]

@taelonsamada put out a request for a sweet, fluffy fanfic portraying Asher having his wisdom teeth out and having Babe take care of him in his loopy, dazed state afterwards. I couldn’t possibly turn that down, so I broke my rule that I only work on one story at a time, sat down, and wrote a quick oneshot that filled the prompt. Thanks so much for letting me try my hand at this scenario, taelonsamada! I added it on A03 in my oneshot collection. 

Rating: T, WC: ~2K, Prompts: Fluff, Asher having his wisdom teeth removed, Asher/Babe

Click here to read it on A03! (It’s the twenty-seventh chapter)

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy! 

[romirola]

omg werewolf’s having larger teeth meaning ,,, wisdom teeth removal 😭😭😭 i’m just thinking abt loopy darlin

Hi, Anon! You are so right. I think wisdom teeth removal would be a tough procedure for shifters! (I had mine out at 15 and as glad as I am to have them out, it's tough in the moment. Imagine all the shifting magic that resides in a person's mouth when their teeth change so drastically at a moment's notice!) Darling with swollen, chubby cheeks trying to get a spoonful of applesauce into their mouth. Darling on pain meds falling asleep on the couch with their favorite movie playing as Sam makes sure to take their ice packs off their face every twenty minutes. Darling still on pain meds taking horrible, blurry pictures of their open mouth and misspelled captions, sending them to random pack members to show off that they still have lots of teeth to bite with. Also, if you're interested, I filled a little oneshot request of Asher loopy on pain meds after getting his wisdom teeth removed and Babe taking care of him. If you'd like (but no pressure!), you can read that at this link.

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - Movie marathon? Hell yeah!

Prompt: Any Fandom | Any Pairing | "I got us matching shirts!"

Word Count: 1,027

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Asher/Babe)

Rating: G

Triggers: NA

Summary: After a busy work week, Babe suggests they do something fun on the weekend. Asher has just the idea. 

ConCrit: Y

I realised that I’ve never wrote a oneshot for Asher & Babe. Let’s fix that!

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"Hey, welcome home Babe. Are you - shit, is everything OK? You look pale!" 

Asher stops himself when his Mate steps into their apartment, looking like they're seconds away from collapsing. So he hurries over to support them. Babe throws him a tired yet grateful smile and lets Asher takes their bag from their shoulders. 

"I'm OK, Asher. I'm just... exhausted. It's been a long day." Babe reluctantly admits and allows Asher to gently pull them on the couch so they can rest their feet.

Asher's eyebrows furrow in distress at the state of his Mate. They're exhausted, probably starving (he doesn't know if Babe has eaten anything other than the breakfast they had together today. He silently cursed himself for not calling to check up on them) and emotionally drained. He hates it. 

"You've been having a long week, Babe." Asher gently corrects them. When Babe rests their head on his shoulder, he hugs them tightly as if to shield them from the world. Babe snuggles deeper into his embrace. "You've been going out for work early morning and coming back late at night, every day. Sometimes even later than me. I'm just... I'm worried about you, Babe." 

"I'm sorry, Ash." Babe sleepily reply. They yawn and continue with a weary sigh, "Work has been crazy lately, but today was our last deadline, so next week should be a bit calmer. Hopefully." 

Asher beams and rubs their arm comfortingly. "Hell yeah, that's great to hear, Babe! Is there anything I can do to help you tonight? I made some avocado Caprese wraps, chickpea salad sandwiches and a cold chicken salad for dinner. Oh! We also have some lemonade in the fridge; squeeze 'em myself this morning too. You're up for it?" 

Before Babe could say anything, the hunger that had been on the edges of their mind now made itself known with a vocal reminder - both Babe and Asher startle when they heard their stomach growl loudly. 

Babe chuckles sheepishly. "Food sounds fantastic right now." They pause. "Hey, Ash?" 

"Hmm?" 

"We both have been working hard lately. How about we do something this weekend? I think we both badly need a break." 

Asher's eyes lit up at his Mate's suggestion, mind already racing with ideas. "Oh, yes! We should totally do something fun tomorrow! But you also need to rest up, Babe." 

Babe hums thoughtfully. "Well, I'm happy as long as we can do something together. It feels like I rarely get to see you nowadays..." 

Heart twisted in pain at his Mate's quiet admission, Asher kisses the top of Babe's head. "Same here, Babe. It sucks being adults, eh?" 

They snicker and remain on the couch to cuddle for a few more minutes before Babe's stomach growls again. While Babe excuses themselves for the bathroom, Asher makes himself busy by serving their dinner. He cheers when Babe re-appear wearing their pyjamas and with colours back in their complexion. It looks like the hot shower did them a world of good. "There's my, Babe! Come on, come on - let's eat! You're going to love the avocado Caprese wraps, I promise!" He declares after ushering Babe towards the chair beside his. 

Babe glances at their meals with a knowing smirk as they help themselves with a plate of wraps and some salad. "Interesting spread, Asher. All the things that don't require the stove." 

"You know it." Asher shoots his Mate a wink and grabs his own plate. Throughout their meal, Asher and Babe entertain one another about the possibilities of what they could do at the weekends. Babe offers to play Halo with Asher, which nearly makes him leap from his chair in joy but instead, something dawn on him. 

"I got it! Wait here, Babe!" Asher suddenly shouts, eyes wide with glee. His body practically vibrates with excitement as he abandons his food and runs towards their bedroom. 

Leaving Babe frozen in their seat with a fork halfway into their mouth. When they hear rummaging sounds coming from the room, Babe slowly resumes eating; their eyes glued to the bedroom door. 

When Asher burst out of the room, he's proudly holding up two t-shirts. "Ta-da! What do you think, Babe!?" 

Babe takes their time in chewing their food, swallow before replying, "Uh, think of what, Ash?" They ask sceptically. 

Asher is more than happy to explain his plan. "OK, here me out, Babe. Since October is just around the corner, do you know what that means?" 

"Uh, our bill for the heaters would increase?" 

"OK, yeah, I guess you're right on that one - hey, are you teasing me?" 

Babe laughs. "Only because it's so easy to do so." At Asher's puppy pout expression, Babe hurries to amend themselves while still supporting a fond smile on their face, "I'm sorry, Ash. What were you trying to say?" 

Asher perks up once more and flaps the t-shirts. "October means Halloween, Babe! So that means we're having a movie marathon all weekend tomorrow; the Fear Street Trilogy, the classics like Hellraiser, and uh, I guess we can give Malignant a shot too." 

A horror movie marathon? Well, Babe always wanted to watch Midsommar but work always get in the way. "We definitely have to give Malignant a try. But what's with the t-shirts?" 

"I bought these last week. Check it out, Babe!" Asher unfolds one of the shirts to display the front side. It wrote 'He's my trick' with an arrow pointing to the right, which Asher then showed the other shirt that wrote, 'They're my treat' with an arrow pointing to the left. "I got us matching shirts! Don't they look cool!? We have to wear them for our movie marathon tomorrow!" Here, Asher suddenly realises something judging by his shit-eating grin. "We can wear them to David's place on Halloween and watch him try not to die inside." 

Goofy matching shirts. That's so Asher that Babe can't help but fall helplessly in love with him all over again. 

Babe also can't help laughing their guts out at his 'prank' against the Alpha. "I'm in favour of David staring at our shirts in utter disgust. Let's do it, Asher!"