* ⋅ ✧ 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 .
asher felt humiliated as the other male made fun of him and his attire. asher truthfully had gotten dressed in an outfit that he thought would turn heads and would make him look sexy. but throughout the night people had made all sorts of cracks at him and he was just about over it. all the wine he had drank helped the usually stone cold actor to be soft. tears welled up in his eyes as he had no response to the other male laughing at him and mocking him to his face. the soap actor felt a warm tear run down his face as he moved quickly to hide his face in his hands. that was when worse went to worse-r and asher felt the lace fabric rip on the back of his outfit at his sudden motion, “oh my fucking god” he let out with a large sigh, making sure he was now standing against a wall.
AT THE SIGHT OF TEARS , he fills with panic . there’s a thousand reasons why this could be bad for the both of them but bellamy himself can’t handle the sudden emotion . he finds himself immediately silent , previous grin missing from his features . ❝ asher ... ❞ he begins , able to feel his cheeks turning a bright shade of red . nerves always do that to him , not to mention it does the same to his ears . his movements are few and far between , having no idea how to approach the other to even formulate an apology . if anything , he wants to get them out of public view . bell hears the rip , letting out a groan as his jacket slips off his shoulders . ❝ god , just take it . you look ... fine , okay ?? don’t ... please don’t do that . ❞
