#interactions. asher

“and i’m supposed to what — trust you again after that?” asher’s expression turns to an irritated, frustrated squint. “fuck that.”

a hand positioned on their neck and another smoothing into their hair, asher's lips make quick work to find theirs. there's an urgency in the kiss that gives him away, but he doesn't care. it feels as necessary as breathing. he drops his grip to their hips and backs them up against his kitchen counter, crowding into their space until they've got no where left to go. "c'mere," he mumbles against their cheek as his hands fall behind their thighs and lift them up with ease propelled by desire. sets them on the countertop and sucks at their lower lip as he presses his way in between their thighs. / closed for @nobcdysgirl

"is this what you want to spend your night doing — fighting over bullshit ?" asher poses the question like he hasn't been feeding into the argument since the moment they arrived at his place. "you know what pisses me off the most about all this ? what drives me fucking crazy ?" he moves in closer, voice threateningly low, breath probably close enough it can be felt. "you came over here to fuck me, but you lie to yourself so much you can't even admit it." / closed for @andloves based on

"i know we have no choice in our unfortunate assigned seating, but is there a reason you have to have your chair so close to mine ?" asher doesn't even look at kosta as he poses the question. his fingers idly fix his suit jacket, toying with the open part on his chest as he adjusts in his seat in an obvious effort to get even half an inch farther away from the other man. he makes a mental note to request the organizers of this event never sit them beside each other again. / closed for @sealedfcte

continued from here for @suns0ng / "so what if i am ?" he's never been one to deny being fucked up, goes to self-pity and toxicity instead and leans on it as an excuse, if anything. "you're acting like i don't know you at all." he does, and he knows birdie deserves better than what he can give. or rather, what he's willing to. "i don't wanna 'self-reflect'. i wanna nip this in the bud. it's not going anywhere." it's blunt. probably hurtful, even. but it doesn't mean he's wrong. "uber's a good idea. you go on. i'm -- i'm gonna stay here. maybe get another drink or something." a horrible idea that he's not going to follow through with anyway. if birdie does head out, he'll be following her like a puppy.

"i'm never gonna be what you want." it's brutal honesty, but asher's so high his brain's buzzing and he's completely detached from the surroundings of the party around them. all he can focus on is the sensation of every single wall closing in on him, and even that's unsteady. "i'm really fucked up. you should stay away from me. i don't know how to love anybody. if i did, it'd probably be you. but i'm like, really not fucking capable, so for your own sake you should just move on." he's rambling — not very coherently, no eloquence in his cadence or speech. if he could see himself he'd be embarrassed, but the best way to deal with that is to burn every bridge still left before then.

closed for @lovedslowly / "hold that thought —" asher places a hand on his colleague's shoulder and slips past them to approach an all-too-familiar face. of the numerous parties he'd received an invite to, knowing they'd likely be here was probably a commanding, selfish motive for his decision to attend this very one. "hey," he greets them with a smile that's too jovial considering how things ended between the two of them.

closed starter for @femaleraqe / "oh — sorry !" asher apologizes as they bump together, the sparkling champagne in his hand no doubt lifting his spirits to something more polite than usual. he notices the mistletoe overhead. "so, we should do the thing, right ?"