✨PART 2✨ of things my husband does that are so violently Asher Coded, I had to compile a written list and turn them into headcanons:
- Draws himself a bath, pours a glass of wine, disappears with an entire box of cookies. Calls me into the bathroom 5 minutes later to sit with him because “there are too many cookies, I need help”
- Asks to be read a bed time story with full expectations of you actually reading him a bed time story
- Gets flustered whenever our usual pizza delivery guy shamelessly flirts with him and I do nothing but watch him crash and burn
- Slides around the house in his socks. Has fallen down a few times because of it
- Lives in and breathes in and will die in his From Under The Cork Tree hoodie
- Already canon but has a million watt smile that could power a small country alone oh my god
- Unironically says “oh my lanta” ???
- Scarily in touch with others’ emotions. You don’t even have to speak and he knows exactly what’s up
- Lays on the bed kicking his feet like a teenage girl when texting or FaceTiming his bestie who is also- as you may recall- named David
- me: *bumps into an inanimate object*
him: *squaring up all big and tough* “THIS GUY FUCKIN BOTHERING YOU BABE? THIS GUY BOTHERING YOU??”
- Accidentally nearly Engaged In Activities with a group of swingers (he works at a coastal country club as an event coordinator and was asked to deliver drinks to someone’s party boat thing, didn’t see the instructions to leave the order at the dock, didn’t know why the pineapple decoration on the locked door was upside down when he knocked….)
- Hands always on me and his closest friends in some capacity while out in public
- Oh is it raining outside oh no can’t get your shoes wet let me just HEAVE YOU INTO THE AIR AND CARRY YOU TO SAFETY EVEN IF ITS ONLY TO WALK 10 FEET (he’s 6’3”, I’m 5’11”… it’s a spectacle)