confessions;
pairing: AsherxReader summary: Asher’s managed to get himself extremely drunk on stream and he texts you to come over and help him. You do, but you don’t expect him to confess that he loves you. warnings: N/A word count: 1,830 notes: thank you to @cat-tries-to-write who prompted this for me, bc she knows my love for asher. this is based off of the time he got really really drunk on stream like a month ago?? and this appeared. but yeah, i hope everyone enjoys it!!
“Are you okay?” You’re asking him. He’s sitting on the floor, chewing on something, and he’s just blinking up at you. He had texted you, asking you to come over and you could tell by his texting and the misspelled words that he was beyond plastered. He had mentioned he was streaming and that he may be a little tipsy, but tipsy was an understatement.
“Now that you’re here? I’m tippy top, baby. Just like supercali…. frag... whatever, you know what I’m talking about.” He’s slurring his words a little and he’s swaying just slightly. You’re glancing over at the computer screen, and you’re pretty relieved that the stream has been turned off. You’ve watched it before, have been in chat a couple of times, but you didn’t really want to make an appearance to the stream just quite yet. And you didn’t know how to work a stream anyway.
“You’re supercali fucking drunk, you know that?”
He blinks at that, and then pouts a little. “No, you are.”
You resist the urge to facepalm. But you do sigh. “Okay, not so drunk. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” He doesn’t respond, but he’s reaching up, doing grabby hands towards you. You snort a laugh, and then reach down, helping him up.
He’s up… and then he’s stumbling into you. “Shit. Sorry.” He’s mumbling as he bumps into you. It’s not hard at all, and you’re not bothered by it in the slightest. Instead, you’re just shaking your head fondly, hands steadying him.
“Hey, it’s fine. First things first, let’s get… whatever you’re chewing on out of your mouth, okay?” You feel like you’re talking to a pet, reaching up to gently touch his chin.
“No.” He’s pulling his head away from you and chewing even more. Probably just to spite you. He never does like people telling him what to do. Especially when he’s drunk. As apparent right now. And has been made apparent by the countless amounts of shots he’s taken when someone’s told him no more shots.
“Asher… come on. I don’t want you to choke and die.”
That seems to appeal to his senses. He’s quickly reaching up, grabbing whatever had been in his mouth and tossing it to the side. You’re looking at where it landed, and then your eyebrows furrow. “Really? Rubber bands?”
“They’re not as good as I thought they’d be.”
“Duh.”
A pout forms across his face, again, and then he’s leaning down to bite your shoulder. And then he just kind of stays there, nibbling at your shirt. “That’s mean.” It’s muffled, but you can still hear him.
You let out a sigh. “Really? That’s mean? Okay, if I’m mean, that means I can’t be here to help you. Mean people don’t help out their friends, right?” You’re teasing, of course, but he’s wrapping his arms around you and making a long whining noise.
“No, don’t go. I love you. I want you to help.”
Okay, so your heart does a flip flop at the words ‘I love you’. You’ve harbored a crush on him for quite some time, probably since the moment you met him. And it’s only grown more and more since then. But you’ve been too nervous to say anything to him, so you’ve kept it hidden. You want to hold on hope that he feels something for you, especially now, but you feel like it’s a platonic love and nothing more. You’ll just have to get over it.
He murmurs your name and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. “Will you stay with me?” He’s asking, softly, and you’re biting your bottom lip hard.
“What, to make sure you don’t die during the night?” You have to make it teasing. You just have to. He’s being extra sweet and it’s kind of killing you right now. But you’re going to have to get rid of your feelings and focus on getting Asher and getting him to bed.
“Yeah. And I want you to sleep with me.” Your eyebrows raise and he notices your silence and he’s stuttering a bit. “I mean, in bed, not like… you know… but like… I dunno… I wouldn’t mind the other one… but only if you were into it and then we could but then again I’m drunk so it’s probably not the best idea. But... shit.”
You can’t help but to let out a snort of laughter, and then you’re pushing him back a little, just so you can guide him over to the bed. You focus on the drunk part, pushing the other words to the side. He just admitted he was drunk, so there’s no way he’s in his right mind. He’s just saying things. “I’ll stay. Just to make sure you don’t throw up and die in your sleep.”
“And you’ll sleep with me?” He’s giving you stupid puppy dog eyes and you feel your heart constrict.
“In your bed? Yes.”
“Can you cuddle me?”
You hesitate, because you want to, but at the same time, you know it’s going to kill you. But you nod, agreeing to do it anyway. It’s hard to say no to him. Especially when he’s looking at you like this. Ooh, boy, you’re going to be in for a long night.
“Yeah, we can cuddle.”
“God, I love you.” He murmurs it, and then he’s taking your hands in his and then collapses on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You stumble, and you’re trying to make sure you don’t hurt him as he pulls you on top of him, but he honestly doesn’t seem to mind.
“Jesus, Asher.” You’re frowning down at him, and then moving so you’re lying next to him, not on top of him. He pouts at that, but he’s turning and snuggling into you. Your heart pounds and you’re almost positive he can hear it, but he doesn’t mention it. Instead he just sighs, wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face into your chest.
And this? This is nice. You might as well take advantage of this while you can. You wrap your arm around him, resting your head on his. You’re honestly glad that you came over in your pajamas because you’re pretty comfortable now. You’re closing your eyes, taking in the moment and you’re sure you could spend every night like this. But that’s not going to happen.
“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” He’s murmuring and you’re eyes are opening.
“What do you mean?”
“Why haven’t we cuddled?” He’s burying himself closer, if that was even possible, and you’re using your free shoulder to shrug.
“I don’t know. It just never happened.”
“I like this. A lot.”
You don’t know what to say. One part of you wants to be truthful and get it out, but you know he probably won’t remember all of this. Which is the worst part. He’s said he loves you twice, and you want to tell him that you love him, too, more than platonically, but you just can’t do it.
“I like it, too, Asher,” you’re whispering, because fuck it, you might as well be truthful. You can’t tell him that you love him yet. Or ever, if you wake up and he doesn’t remember anything.
“I want to do this more…” he’s replying, and then he’s silent. You have nothing to say, but you press a kiss to the top of his head. He’s making a content sound and then after that? Nothing. You’re sure he was close to sleeping anyway, and you stay awake to hear his breathing even out. You’re staring up at his ceiling, and it takes you quite some time to fall asleep, but eventually, you do.
You’re nice and warm when you wake up. At least, your front is. In the middle of the night, Asher had turned over on his side and you were spooning him. And that’s how you wake up. You’re pulling away, sitting up and running a hand over your face, trying to wake up. Asher lets out a grumble, and he’s turning to lay on his back, looking at you. You look over your shoulder at him, and the smile he gives you makes your heart flip flop. Fuck, you’re so screwed.
“Hey,” he’s greeting in a husky voice.
“Mornin’, drunky. How are you feeling?” You’re asking, and he’s reaching out to grasp the hand that was on the bed.
“I’m good. No headache or anything. But I’d feel better if you’d come cuddle with me again.”
You stare at each other for a moment and then you look away. “Do you remember what happened last night?” You’re asking, pulling your hand away from his. Fuck, you’re nervous, but it’s better to get it out of the way first thing, right? Easier for you. Now that you know he’s okay, you can just leave if it all falls to shit and your heart is torn to shreds because he doesn’t like you back.
“I remember most of it. I remember the cuddling the most…” he’s trailing off, and he’s sitting up on the bed, next to you. “I uh… meant what I said…”
You’re blinking in shock, and then you’re looking at him. “What, the fact that you like to cuddle, the wanting to sleep with me, or the ‘I love you?’ part?” You’re asking him.
A blush forms across his face and he’s rubbing the back of his neck. “I… uh… all three? Fuck…” he’s trailing off, and then letting out a sigh. “Look, we’ve been friends for a while and I’ve… had feelings for you just as long. I just… didn’t know how to go about telling you, and I should’ve outright told you. I hope I didn’t fuck things up last night. I don’t want to push anything on you and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You’re staring at him, kind of in shock. You… what? He likes you? And he meant it? You’re blinking a couple of times and all you can say is “Wow”.
“Is… that a good wow or a bad wow?” You can tell he’s nervous and you’re instantly reaching over to grab his hand.
“It’s… a good wow. I was… honestly so worried that you didn’t mean anything last night. Or that you were going to forget. I was just… planning on heartbreak because, Asher? I’ve had feelings for you for a long long time now. I just… didn’t know what to say either…” you pause and then you’re letting out a laugh. “Guess we’re a couple of fuck heads, aren’t we?”
“A pair of idiots,” he’s saying, but fondly, and then he’s reaching up, cupping your face in his hands. “But we can be idiots together?”
You’re smiling up at him. “Will you be my idiot?”
“Only if you’ll be mine.”
You’re leaning forward to kiss him, morning breath and all. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”