#p: asher

[bryanjfc-blog]

strike two || bryan & asher

the one where asher goes to see bryan after he gets punched in the face and things are said

when: 29th august 2017

where: bryan’s place

warnings: sad things are said

Asher: Asher heard about the fight. Asher was enraged that there was a fight. He never expected his husband and ex-boyfriend to get along, never once thought that'd ever happen, but he also never thought it'd escalate into this. And it's not like Brad's violent to begin with; Bryan must've said something really fucked up to get Brad to punch him. It was rainy that day, and Asher flipped down his hood as he approached Bryan's apartment. Some would probably say that he should check on his husband first, but Asher was a little pissed off at him for swinging first, so. He knocked on Bryan's door, biting on his lower lip as he waited. When the door opened, he started off by referencing, "and now, here we are, six years later, in the same position we were before," but never got to add in the with Aiden part because he saw the damage done to Bryan's face. "Oh shit..."

Bryan frowned at the mention of his fight with Aiden. At least at that time, Asher was his. Yeah, Brad had hit him pretty hard, and maybe he kind of deserved it but nevertheless, Asher was here and not with Brad and that made it a tiny bit worth the punch to his face. "Ah, hi." Bryan stepped aside, allowing Asher to walk in. "I have to say though, you've got yourself a pretty strong bodyguard... don't think anyone's gonna wanna mess with you."

Asher couldn't help but chuckle at that. Especially since now was really not the right situation for laughter, but. It was the best medicine, wasn't it? "I'm sure people think you're my bodyguard every time we go out together, what with how scary and strong and big you are," he said, entering Bryan's apartment and taking off his shoes and coat. "Sit. I'll be there soon. You know the process." Asher left for Bryan's kitchen, taking out a handful of ice from the freezer and putting it into a plastic bag. He sat next to Bryan on the couch, pressing the compress onto the bruised part of his face. "So. Tell me what happened. And I want details. Don't try and leave anything out. This is serious, y'know? I mean. My husband just punched my ex-boyfriend. I want to know what happened."

Bryan sighed, watching as Asher disappeared into the kitchen. It was highly irritating being around him. Strange how Bryan did everything right by Asher and still didn't end up with him. A wince appeared on Bryan's face when Asher placed the plastic bag with ice against the bruise, and Bryan shifted a little so he could be more comfortable. "It was nothing. I said something to him, and he hit me. The man's got a bad temper, honestly. I mean, punching people for talking? Kind of extreme." Bryan winced again, putting his hand against Asher's that held the ice bag to his face. "Then again, I'd probably hit me for the things I said."

Asher rolled his eyes. "I've known you for six years, pal, I can see through your bullshit. C'mon. Tell me what actually happened. Word for word. Because you've said some pretty fucked up stuff to Brad before, not gonna' lie, and he's never punched you before until now, so obviously you must have said something really bad." Asher paused, watching as Bryan placed his hand over his. This was not okay. He was married. And while Asher never once thought about straying out of his relationship with Brad to be with Bryan, this was still sort of bad, wasn't it? But. Nothing was going to happen between them, Bryan knew where Asher stood, and if he moved his hand, the ice pack would probably fall. So. "I won't get mad at you, y'know, if you tell me what happened and what you said," Asher told Bryan earnestly, "I honestly won't, I promise. I just want to know what happened. I deserve to know, don't you think?"

Bryan let out a sigh. "I --" He pursed his lips, and although his hand was growing a little tired, he kept it against Asher's a little while longer. "I just .. said something about him sleeping alone while his husband was out with his ex-boyfriend." Among other things. But that's the line that obviously pissed Brad off the most. Shrugging, Bryan dropped his hand. "Sure if you deserve to know I'm sure Brad would tell you when you ask him."

Asher Bryan had already moved his hand, so Asher didn't have to do it himself, because hearing that did not make him happy. But. He promised not to get mad, so Asher tried to stay reasonably annoyed. "Why would you say something like that?" He asked, keeping his tone leveled and easy as he got up to refill the bag with ice. "I mean. Why are you even so – upset with Brad all the time? If anything, you should be upset with me. Hate me, even." Asher returned, placing the ice back on Bryan's bruise. The swelling was going down slightly. "I'm the one who cheated on you," he continued, voice quieter now that the topic had gotten into a sensitive zone, "I'm the one who's the awful person. But for some reason you don't hate me, even after that awful thing I did. Which. I know I always apologize for this but I really am genuinely sorry. You're an amazing guy and you were the best boyfriend ever. You didn't deserve what I did to you, and I'll always regret it." Asher looked away and cleared his throat. He hated talking about this because it made him feel so bad. "Is that why you're so mean to Brad? Because since you're not mean to me, you have to direct it to someone else? Or is it something else. You can tell me, y'know."

Bryan sighed rather loudly. Asher and his stupid ability to figure things out. "Because ... I'm an asshole. S'kind of well known that I am. I'm surprised you're surprised I said something like that." Bryan sighed again, using his hand to rub at the back of his neck. He wasn't in the mood for this conversation. "Because I can't hate you, or be mad at you, Asher. Honestly ..." Obviously. Shrugging, Bryan didn't know what else he could say. "I don't know ... I just ... thought ...." Bryan chewed at his lip, not wanting to finish what he'd thought of saying.

Asher moved a piece of hair that had fallen in front of Bryan's face as he took a moment to consider what he ought to say next. "Well. While I do think you definitely should hate me rather than Brad, I'm happy you don't. I like being around you, you're fun when you're not getting punched," he shrugged easily. Bryan was honestly a good friend, Asher's best friend, even. He couldn't imagine not having him in his life. Asher looked at Bryan curiously when he left his sentence open. "You thought what?"

Bryan If Bryan didn't have a slight headache, he would have moved away from Asher's outstretched hand. The sigh that left his lips was loud and strained and he thought about answering Asher's question honestly. And he did. "I thought ... we were good together, you know? You were good for me. You made me want to be a better person, a better man. I had convinced myself that you were it for me. And ... I thought ... even though you'd cheated with Brad I thought that you'd come back to me. But you didn't ... "

Asher: Oh. Asher – Asher was not expecting that. His hand lowered, and he looked at Bryan, eyes a little wide, a little unsure, a little scared. Fuck. Asher had been carrying the guilt of what he did to Bryan around for six years, but it had not felt this heavy in a long time. He swallowed thickly, eyes dropping to the couch cushions instead of meeting Bryan's. "Believe me when I say that I used to sit at the desks in my chem labs and write 'A.K. + B.J. Forever' on the corner of my notebooks. I really did like being with you. You were only my second relationship ever, but. I was already thinking about our future, about how excited Phoebe and Diana would be if they found out they'd be each other's sisters one day, but. Then I – the thing happened, and. Still, to this day, I don't know why I did it... I can't – think of a reason why. And. I – I didn't think I deserved you, after that. I mean. What I did was so, so bad and. I thought if I stayed with you, that it'd... hang over our relationship. That, y'know, there'd always be this fault in us, this major incident that could never be taken back. I was pretty sure you'd never trust me again, after that. So I just. I wanted to stay with you, but I didn't think I could o-or that I was allowed to anymore, if that makes sense." He flickered his eyes up to Bryan's, hoping he understood how Asher felt that night when he went to Bryan's dorm, words unintelligible between tears as he admitted what he had done. "I really did love you, y'know," he concluded softly, "I never said it, mostly because I never realized it back then, but. I loved you."

Bryan Wow. Wow. Bryan scoffed quietly, shaking his head. He shifted so he could move away from being so close to the man. He'd be completely okay if he left now ... and didn't come back. "So you just ... decided to end things? You thought I wouldn't want to be with you anymore? You thought .. I'd .... hold that against you? You didn't know me at all then, did you, Asher?" Sighing, Bryan leaned his head against the back of the couch. "It doesn't matter if you love me, Asher. It honestly does not matter. Not anymore. I'm sure Brad's waiting for you. You should go."

Asher If Bryan listened closely, he'd be able to hear the sound of Asher's heart breaking. Did he say something wrong? Should he have cut some parts out? Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all. "O-oh. Um. Alright..." He didn't see the point of trying to defend himself; they were too broken and sad for that. He handed Bryan the ice pack, unsure of what just happened and how he managed to ruin them again. "I'll, um. I'll see you around, maybe?" He didn't know anymore. Where did they even stand? He's used to showing up at Bryan's place on a whim and seeing if he wants to get a burger with him, stuff like that. But now? It seemed like Bryan wanted nothing to do with him anymore. So Asher stood up, and he opened his mouth to say something, one last thing, but closed it soon after. Bryan didn't want to hear it, probably. "Bye..." He gave him a pathetic excuse for a wave before heading towards the door, closing it shut behind him softly.

[bradwoah-blog]

aftermath || brad & asher

the one where asher comes home after being and bryan’s place and he and brad argue

when: 29th august 2017

where: brad and asher’s place

warnings: none

Asher The bad thing about this all happening on the same day was that after being basically permanently rejected by Bryan, he had to come home to Brad, the man who punched him and subsequently got Asher into the sad state he was in now. Normally, he'd be all smiles getting home, happy to see his husband and give him kisses, but now he was just sad. He closed their front door behind him, resting his forehead against the cool wood to try and alleviate the slight headache he now had. Brad knew him inside out, would clearly see that Asher was seriously upset, but not only could Asher not tell him why, but also, he was still angry at Brad for punching Bryan. And, well, yes, he was justified, because what Bryan said was awful, but still. Asher slowly toed his shoes off and hung up his rain jacket, making his way to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea and maybe thaw last night's dinner to eat alone.

Brad was highly annoyed. He was tired, irritated, his knuckles hurt and he was tired. All the reasons why he'd hated going to Austen's just bubbled to the surface, and he honestly couldn't wait to move. Far, far away from here. He heard the door opening, and he wondered if Asher knew that had happened. Brad wasn't about to bring it up. "Ash?" He joined the man in the kitchen, putting his hand behind his back to hide his bruised knuckles. "Hey, where were you?"

Asher lifted his eyes to look at Brad, scoffing quietly to himself when he saw Brad's efforts to hide his hand. "Nowhere, Mayweather," he answered simply, skirting around him to grab two packets of sugar. He tore them open with his teeth, pouring them into his mug. Asher then reached for the refrigerated containers from dinner two nights back and put them into the fridge, pushing himself up and onto the counter while it cooked. He said to Brad around the rim of his mug, "there's mail for you at the door." And that was as much interaction with his husband as he wanted for that day.

Brad looked at Asher confused at the nickname for about half a second. Oh. So he knew. These people could never shut up, could they? Brad sighed, watching Asher's obvious detachment. "You're honestly mad at me right now?" Brad didn't have to hide his hand anyway, but he crossed his arms over his chest and arched his eyebrow. "I mean, honestly?"

Asher rolled his eyes so hard it hurt. "No, babe, I'm totally over the moon that you hit somebody, especially after you promised me you wouldn't. Why would I ever be mad?" He hopped off the counter when the microwave sounded, taking his food out and grabbing a fork. His back was to Brad as he continued, "nothing I love more than learning that my husband and ex-boyfriend are immature as fuck and can't have a civil conversation like adults do. Really brightens my day. I love having to constantly feel like I need to pick a side, and that whatever I pick is the wrong side to be on. It's my favorite."

Brad parted his lips to speak, then stopped himself. He waited a beat to gather his thoughts then said, "I can have a civil conversation with your ex-boyfriend, Asher. But he can't have one with your husband. He's rude, and insulting and sometimes push comes to shove." Brad could never understand it. Asher never chose sides because he always sided with Bryan whenever there was an argument. He was pretty sure of that. "Is that where you were? With him?"

Asher stopped chewing to give his full attention to glaring at Brad. He speared a piece of chicken hard, tempted to hurl it at Brad's head. "He's only like that because you let him be that way," Asher said, pointedly talking with his mouth full of rice and broccoli because he knew it'd make Brad angry, "you give him attention. You always reply and fight back and if you just ignored him, like I always tell you to do, he'd get bored and realize that you're unbothered by what he has to say. But no, you have to argue with him every time you speak, and it gets him riled up, and next thing you know, shit like that," he pointed with his fork to Brad's bruised hand, "happens." Asher paused at Brad's question, but quickly gained composure and bit into his food once more. "Yes, I was. He was, after all, the one who got hit, so I checked up on him." The thought of Bryan made Asher sad, and he swallowed thickly, wanting nothing more than to sleep for a few months, at least.

Brad "Because I let him? Don't be ridiculous." Brad scoffed. "He wouldn't be the way he is now if you didn't still entertain him. I don't get it. Honestly, I don't. I've told you how much I don't like him but that doesn't matter and you decide you still want to be his friend, fine. But that's the only reason he's the way he is. Of course you refuse to believe that. Or just refuse to see it." Brad rolled his eyes. "You might as well have stayed there." Brad scoffed and left the kitchen.

Asher "So basically you're saying it's my fault for being Bryan's friend for you not being able to stand your own ground? Got it," Asher hummed. He lifted an eyebrow at Brad's next statement. "Like how it is with Matt, right? You know I don't like him but you still choose to be his friend?" Honestly, even saying the name of that one co-worker of Brad's had Asher wanting to burn something. His bravado lowered a bit when he heard what Brad said, sighing mostly to himself but loud enough for Brad to hear, "he kicked me out, so."

Brad threw his hands up. "How the hell do I stand my ground, Asher? Do tell. I tell him to leave me alone, I tell him to stop provoking me, I punch him in the face and yet I'm not standing my ground? So how the fuck should I stand my ground, Asher? What am I missing? Do tell." Matt. Matt, Matt, Matt. For fuck's sake, Asher talked about him more than Brad did. "First of all, Matt's my work colleague. He's around whether or not I want him to be. Second, this is nothing like Matt. Matt doesn't want to be with me, Matt hasn't fucked me. Matt doesn't buy me tickets to go to concerts and posts snapchat videos of us dancing like we're a happy couple. Matt doesn't provoke you. Matt doesn't approach you to start a fight. So this is nothing, nothing like Matt." Brad rolled his eyes," Oh, so I guess if he hadn't kicked you out then you wouldn't be here."

Asher "You don't ignore him. You let him to all this and then you give him the reaction he wants," Asher said simply, as if the answer was obvious in the first place. Asher rolled his eyes as Brad went on and on, practically tuning him out as he boosted himself back up onto the counter. He reached for his mug, saying before he took a sip, "Bryan doesn't want me, that's where you're wrong." If Asher was interpreting his encounter with Bryan correctly, then that seemed to be the case. Did Bryan even want him as a friend anymore? Asher didn't want to get any sadder than he already was, so he tried not to think about it. Not even bothering to worry about Brad anymore, Asher sipped his drink in silence.

Brad couldn't help but to roll his eyes. "If you want to continue believing that, then good for you." Asher was either blind, or pretended to be. Everyone knew that Bryan wanted Asher back. Everybody knew that. Brad was not an idiot, and he knew he wasn't making shit up either. "And yes, I do ignore him. But that guy does not know when to back off, Asher. But whatever, just defend your best friend and be mad at your husband. Good on you."

Asher: "Brad." Asher cut him off, placing his mug down and closing his eyes as he rubbed at his temples. "Are you done?" And it wasn't like his voice was full of malice; it was like he was begging him, almost. "I just – I don't feel well right now and I really don't want to argue anymore. I get it. I fucked up somewhere. You've made your point loud and clear." Asher put his mug and dishes away, walking passed Brad to head to the bedroom, where he promptly collapsed on to the bed starfish style.

Brad just rolled his eyes and watched as Asher disappeared into the hallway to get to the bedroom. He didn't even know if the man wanted to follow suit. He took a deep breath, rubbing at his eyes. He walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, leaning against the island in the kitchen as he drank it.

[barrythehacker-blog]

man, that’s one disgruntled ferret

[tylermagnusenvest]

[ Play Date ] Tyler & Asher

Tyler had never taken Alice on a play date before, mainly because between him and Loxley she was played with enough and, admittedly, because he was fussy about who he let Alice play with. Some of the animals at Hogwarts were just too rough and wild, Alice was elegant and sweet, pampered and adored- he spoilt her and knew it but couldn’t care less. Asher, however, and his service dog were a different story. The dog Tyler had met was focused and quiet, she looked very well trained but she was obviously friendly too, when he’d suggested a play date between Alice and Moxie he’d really meant it too. Moxie was sweet, she may be a dog but Alice had never really met a dog before so he was sure as long as her first experience wasn’t terrifying the pair could get on quite splendidly.

He’d spent a good hour grooming Alice. They had to make a good impression considered he’d had to cancel their first attempt at a play date. He was suddenly Head Boy, he had a lot more responsibilities and he’d wanted to get on top of them quickly, but they were a few good weeks into the year now and he was really quite pleased that Asher had agreed to arrange another date for their respective pets. He strolled up the stairs of Ravenclaw tower with Alice ahead of him, the bounded up ten or so stairs and then paused to wait for him, giving him an almost ‘hurry up’ look before she would continue on again. At the entrance to Ravenclaw he scooped the cat up into his arms and after a moment answered the riddle presented to him, stepping inside relatively easily. He found his way to what he hoped was Asher’s dorm, having never actually been before and needing to ask for some directions, and with Alice held against his shoulder he rattled his knuckles against the door.

[odetteporterrp]

First Time || Odette & Asher

asher-to-ash

Throughout high school Odette hadn’t ever been asked to any of the school dances. Even before she was blind. She was just one of those girls that was in the grey zone that no one ever noticed and now here she was on her way to her new boyfriend’s apartment all dolled up for the dance with an overnight bag in hand. Part of her felt the rush of lying to her brother about who she was spending her time with tonight but another part of her didn’t care and was more excited to be with Asher. After going to Cara’s to get her hair done it didn’t take long for her to get to Asher’s and once she arrived she stepped out of the car then made sure to pay the man before going up to the apartment door. It took her a bit to navigate the steps with a cane and a rolling suitcase in heels but she did it. 

When she did so she send Asher a text to buzz her in and she did then took the elevator too his floor and went up to the door she had already memorized to be his. She fixed her outfit a bit then knocked on the door,”I’m here!”

[aenglewood]

fancy meeting you ☆ asher & adele

It was that time of year again. Adele had finished up her last fall semester, but it didn't feel much different than the rest of them. It was two or three weeks of intense sessions with her laptop and the uneven melody of her own typing. As much as she loved writing, the sheer volume of the work was enough to drain anyone, and it was a relief for her to be able to spend some time doing something else. The Christmas spending was expected, and Adele had saved up a fair amount of money in anticipation, but it had still left her bank account drained. To make up for it, the girl made sure to put in a few extra hours at Cafe Nero, knowing she could make back more than what she'd spent in the holiday rush, and she would soon find herself back in the equilibrium she needed.

Adele had clocked in between the breakfast and lunch rushes, and she was on her feet pretty consistently until the lunch crowd cleared out. Even then, there was so much to attend to, from cleaning tables to refilling the salt and pepper jars. There were even more customers than usual, since everyone was out getting all of their last-minute shopping done. Adele preferred to be working, though. She didn't like feeling idle too long. It wasn't until late afternoon that Adele started in the direction of a new table only to recognize the diner. It was the boy who lived in her building, Asher. She'd only spoken to him once, but he seemed pleasant enough. "Hey, it's you," she greeted him with a smile. "Welcome to Cafe Nero. Is there anything I can get you to drink?"

[burkecharlie]

it's not a date + charlie/asher

Charlie let out a loud groan, even going to far as to roll her eyes as she slipped on a sweatshirt and grabbed her apartment key. The fact that she'd even agreed to allow Asher to tag along with her to get lunch was slightly mind boggling for the young brunette. She wasn't anti-social or anything, quite the opposite actually. It wasn't that she disliked being around people, she just preferred being alone to being around others. It wasn't that she disliked Asher, because she didn't. He was a nice guy and seemingly completely harmless. But she'd made it a point when she'd first moved into Astoria and started working at Deja Vu that it was much better and easier in the long run to keep other people in her life at a distance. And she most definitely didn't date. And yet here she was, not that she considered it a date because it wasn't. 

Making her way down the stairs of Astoria, Charlie was finally made it outside and without a second thought, stuck a cigarette in her mouth and quickly lit the end. As the lobby door swung open again, Charlie immediately recognized a familiar pair of blue eyes as she took another drag from her cigarette. Before he could even say 'hi', Charlie had already started in. "I'm just clarifying this one more time to make sure it's clear," she said quickly, "This is not a date."

[omegaxcallie-blog]

[Grabs her phone and dials his number, hours after debating with herself whether she should call him or not, then whispers to herself while it's ringing.] Please please pick up...