#ashers gay rambles

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

yearning for a boyfriend but in an aromantic way <3

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i honestly feel like people would be torn up about me being neurodivergent representation because i dont have a diagnosis even though the show has explained multiple times that the reason i dont have a diagnosis is because my dad thinks if i get diagnosed it will make me act more neurodivergent (+ im an absolute mess and i feel like there would be discourse over whether its good or bad to present neurodivergent people as barely functioning human beings) however i like to think that if i was a fictional character atleast some people would relate to me and id be their blorbo

i feel like (i hope) tumblr would see me as atleast decent queer rep???

Please consider reblogging for a larger sample size

*For clarification for "rep" I just mean anything people look for representation. This could be a character who's neurodivergent/trans/gnc/person of color/etc.

[catinasink]

i need to be made out with rn it would fix me

[just-a-lesbian-octoling]

[I have realized that all my mascs are bottoms and most of my tall characters are bottoms]

[Here have a quick list]

[Masc bottoms: Pearl, Captain 3, Hailey, HBP, and Asher.]

[Tall bottoms: Hailey, HBP, and Asher.]

[This is from most of my relationships I have in gacha club currently some were not counted as I have no idea what they are (*cough cough* Sammy and Olivia *cough cough*) but yeah]

[Maybe this is because I'm likely a tall masc bottom-]

[mayashesfly]

I've been thinking of making my own rain code persona for a while now (I definitely won't use them for oc x makoto things, definitely)

And I've been bouncing around Forte ideas that might fit them the best that's also unique. Currently, I'm thinking of giving them UV Sight.

UV Sight gives them the ability to see anything under blacklight, the type of UV light used in investigations, making it easier for them to spot evidences that may be missed by the naked eye.

They can turn this vision on and off willingly and also have sunglasses they can wear to act as filters if needed provided by the WDO.

Overuse can cause them headaches and temporary light sensitivity. Thankfully, their eyes are adapted so that they won't suffer from any damages from UV light (or else they might've develop cataracts early on)

This next part isn't real but- There was this thing I read in a fanfic once about how a species that could also see UV light saw that there were patterns on human skin because of normal human cell growth and called them "pretty".

Back then, I thought that was so cool that it completely rewired my brain and somehow I thought that meant human skin glowed in their eyes and emitted pretty patterns in the air when new cells grow within the skin.

Some google searching now showed that this is false and my thoughts on how it actually looked like was completely different.

BUT I think the concept I came up with is still really cool. So I say fuck reality and I'll give my oc the ability to see people's skin glow and emit pretty patterns when new cells grow.

When it comes to normal humans, they can see them normally glow and emit patterns when new cells grow, however these patterns fade when cells decay. On the other hand, homunculi glow brighter and the patterns doesn't show any sort of decay because they don't fade.

My oc would be quite confused by it at first but think nothing of it because it's such a small trivia thing. However... there is someone who glows brighter than the rest....

[gaymalaise]

So, that announcement :(

I don't wanna spend too much time just doomposting so instead,

Have some thoughts from someone with (probably?) a pretty unique perspective on the game :?

God.

I love this game so much. Over 1500 hours in I think and it's my favourite game of all time aaand it's dead. Or, on life support at least.

I think deep down I saw this coming but still :( wow it hurts.

But blegh, no more sadposting.

I guess what all of you may not know is that I'm not just a giant shitposter and dumbass shipper — I play(ed?) this game competitively a lot! I grinded the fuck out of this game to... a decent amount of success? I'm one of the best players in my region and on the best team at one point. Sure, it may not mean that much bc of how small my region is but it still mattered a lot to me.

I spent a year playing and trying to improve at this game in hopes of being the best and while there was no Omega Strikers Worlds (unfortunately) at least I got somewhere with that goal?

All of that aside though, it's led to a really interesting place for me in this community. I'm hardcore into the comp scene while also writing about Asher and Estelle being gay asf in my spare time. It's... weird? Having this kinda "two separate lives" thing online but, at the same time, I think I've gotten to experience both of the major sides of this incredible community while it lasted and I'm so incredibly thankful for it.

I met people I hope stay friends for life, I finally got off my ass and finished something I started writing, I got the Odyssey mascot to acknowledge my ship (still freaking out abt that btw), I became one of the best, I became a niche OS tumblr microcelebrity or smth, and it's all just thanks to this fucking amazing community.

I dunno, this was more of a ramble than actual thoughts since it's 4am but if you read it all, thank you, so much. Maybe I'll come back in the morning and clean it up but for now, whatev

Just know I'll keep shitposting, trying to finish fic, and trying to become the best OS player in the world until these servers actually shut down and this game dies for good.

Thank you,

Odyssey

Headcanons chat

Everyone I ever played against in tournament

and anyone who ever supported this game's little scene.

<3 Love yall

[icy-incubus]

Fuckin strap in cuz I'm gonna be real gay and do some body hair hcs for the bois <3 (nothing sexual I just love spreading my "body hair is beautiful on all bodies" ideology)

I'm putting it under the cut just because it got a bit long lol. I mean cmon who else is gonna ramble at length about men's body hair????

Smooth and aerodynamic to furry friend spectrum

Regulus: nothin. Nada. This man is smooth as they come.

Vega: not much but his arm hair is strangley pretty

Geordi, Avior, Morgan: some leg and arm hair but that's about it

Damien: smooth boi but that's alright cuz he would probably have sensory issues with hair interacting with his clothes

Vincent: has, like, the faintest happy trail. He wishes hrt gave him more but eh what can you do. His leg and arm hair grew in very nice tho

David: surprisingly not much. A bit on his stomach and legs but that's about it. It's pretty thick and dark tho

Asher, Ollie, Elliot: average happy trail enthusiasts and a bit on the chest. Asher has on multiple occasions waxed it cuz he was dared to. This has made the hairs a bit dark and course.

Gavin: none on the chest, but this man's trail is thick, pretty, and goes just a bit past the navel. Freelancer goes feral for it. (Gav does this thing when he wears crop tops where he'll stretch and show off his tum hair and they will instantly parish)

Huxley: little bit more than Gav. He kinda lacks the stomach hair but definitely makes up for it with his chest and arms. Soft tiddies

Guy: this is when we get to the bois that would be considered hairy. Guy's is a bit patchy on his legs and stomach, but spread nice and even on their chest.

Sam: hrt was kind to this man. Pre t he had a bit of stomach hair that he shaved to make it grow back thicker and darker (from experience this actually works), but he grew some nice foliage when he got on t. This also means he did get the hrt ass hair.

Blake, Ivan: stuff that spreads far but is thin and not as visible.

Lasko: this man is HAIRY. It's soft, dark, and spreads oh so nicely across his stomach and chest. His stomach hair connects to his chest hair by a strip on his sternum.

Cam: same as lasko but a bit thicker.

Milo: HAIRY. ITALIAN. MAN. He's got hair on his shoulders for God's sake.

Aaron: Bear. If he leaves one button undone his chest hair will peak out (this, for the uninformed, is known as male slut behavior/j). Thick, soft, and oh so pretty.

Uhhhh I think that's everyone? Tell me if I missed anyone lol.

[cat-penguin-anon]

Spooky Month OCs pt. 1: Ben and Noah

I have a lot of characters but more specifically I have 4 of these guys!! they're in duo's tho so two posts it is. heres the first two, descriptions and artfight links under the cut! (my af is Kats_Creations!)

Ben:

He/Him ll 15 ll Gay

Obsessed with "Nef" guns (in universe nerf guns), and always carries at least the pistol. Chaotic and brash, but nice enough. Shotgun Man's nephew; he looks up to him a lot. Best friends with Noah. Definitely just besties what are you talking about haha (theyre gay for eachother). Goes to the same school as the hatzgang, Susie, and Asher (another OC, see pt 2 post or af page below).

Noah:

He/Him ll 16 ll Bi Athleic kid, more specifically basketball. Still super dorky tho, could probably ramble for several hours about his favorite webcomics. Chill and kind, but has a pretty big competitive streak and can be pretty snarky when he wants to. Best friends with Ben. Crush? What crush haha he doesn't have a crush (thats a lie he has a big fat crush on ben and they get together eventually)! He at least knows of the Hatzgang and Susie (as well as Asher) considering they're at the same high school. He knows and is friendly with Robert, who sometimes helps him record trick shots with Ben.

[nay0hmeee]

OC Ramblings: Finn Asher

Name: Finnegan (Finn) Asher Age: 19 Hair: Reddish brown Eyes: Green Height: 5'7 Race: Human Birthday: November 11 Sexuality: Gay Notable features: Freckles adorning his cheeks Profession: Full time student

Known Family:

Christopher (Chris) Asher (father)

Elizabeth (Liz) Asher (mother)

Personality: Shy, but incredibly observant and heavily book smart. He is very trusting, though largely in part due to his curse (explained below). He can seem naive and innocent at times, but is surprisingly mature. Stands his ground when he gathers the courage to confront someone. Absolutely a bottom. Dresses masculine, but sometimes enjoys dressing feminine in private.

History: Finn was born into the Asher family. Average on the surface, they have been cursed for generations for reasons lost to time. The curse causes each member of the family to have horrible bad luck, from minor inconveniences to major accidents. Growing up was tough for Finn, as he constantly had to battle against his curse while trying to maintain a normal life. He was always fascinated by history, and decided that he would be a history major in an attempt to discover why his family was cursed and how to potentially break it. Once he reached puberty, Finn discovered that he was gay. Despite this, he has never had a boyfriend. Though he claims that he doesn't mind, he does secretly wish he had someone.

Likes:

History

Men

Art

Mythical creatures

Mythology

Dislikes:

His curse

Mornings

Homework

Curse Stuff:

This curse was placed upon the Asher family hundreds of years ago, and persists to this day. It causes each descendant of the original Asher that was cursed to experience extremely bad luck. This can range from minor inconveniences, such as tripping and falling, to major accidents such as a car wreck.

The curse can also affect people around the afflicted, forcing them to enact bad luck upon them. An example of such would be a nearby friend inexplicably punching them in the face, often with no recollection of doing so.

The curse has been fatal several times in the family's history. Though most have learned how to cope with their lot in life, major injury can occur, sometimes leading to death.

Currently, it is unknown who or what initiated the curse. No leads are known as to how to break it.

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I dont post about genshin much on here but earlier my sister tried to argue with me when i said theres more evidence supporting Scara being trans than there is him being cis and i would just like to point out that 1:Ei, Makoto, and the Raiden Shogun puppet all have female anatomy, making it much more logical that Scaramouche would also have female anatomy. 2:HE LITERALLY CANONICALLY HAS A FUCKING DEADNAME, MULTIPLE TECHNICALLY BUT LIKE- HES SO TRANSMASC ISTG

[songbirdpheonix]

Damien looked at Charlie like he was crazy as the other exposed his delicious looking neck towards him. Wait what was he thinking, he doesn’t like men like that. It didn’t help how Charlie was staring at him. “No I don’t want to go out with you, I’m not gay. And I really have a lot of homework I need to do since it is still technically a school night” Damien spoke. “I don’t appreciate the fact that you still accuse me of taking an interest in you when YOU were the one who followed me home. I didn’t ask for you to walk with me. I was perfectly capable of being alone. And as far as my powers, I didn’t use them because I’m too lazy to use them” That was a lie, he very much enjoyed having the other walk him home from school. It felt nice to not be alone for once

The door swung open revealing a very pissed off Ash Moon. “Where have you been? I called you several times and you didn’t answer. It never takes you this long to come home” Ash scolded Damien. “Sorry dad, it wasn’t my fault. Some weirdo decided to hit on me, talk to me and even follow me home. I tried to get rid of him but he just wouldn’t get the hint. And THEN he had the nerve to ask me out to dinner. Can you believe this fool dad?” Damien ranted while pointing to Charlie. Asher looked at the two with an unreadable expression without saying a word to either of them. “Charlie, nice to see you again, what is my son talking about? It seems like he’s Rambling a bunch of nonsense” Ash asked.

On the way Home

Damien had finished school for the day as he was walking home. He was skimming through the many short cuts in the New Orlean streets that his adoptive father had showed him when he was young, he came across a beautiful man leaving the Moonlight Tavern ever so gracefully. Normally, he only found women attractive considering he was a straight seventeen year old male, but something about this said stranger intrigued Damien. The younger high school boy swiftly and quietly followed the male beauty, hoping to get a better look without getting caught.

[queerofwonder]

*jumps off table* I'M GAY

[genuine-possum]

Northern Ireland is the only place there'll be an eight year legal case over a gay cake that goes to the European Court, the cake loses, costs the customer half a million and become the most expensive cake in the UK and the customer is still going to file a domestic case

[dollscircus]

Charlie and Danny seem really interesting, can I know more about them? Like just ramble about them or give little headcannons :3 whatever you want! ^-^

Fuck yeah!

So Charlie is a vampire, a pretty new one too. He was turned a few years before he met Tanker (kingpin! Darlin)

So I headcanon that vampire blood is like a drug to other vampires so Charlie’s maker kept him locked up as a source of food for a while.

Tanker found him after they got into a fight with his maker and killed them. Charlie is one of the fighters Tanker manages and one of their closest friends.

He’s a snarky asshole, gets over excited easily and a bit of a loud mouth. He’s the Asher to tankers David.

Danny is a freelancer healer, he worked in a healing centre for a while when a beat up shifter without any of arrived with a panicked vampire. Tanker and Charlie.

Danny healed Tanker as much as he could before Charlie had to move Tanker somewhere else because they were being followed.

So they- uh kidnapped Danny and Danny has worked as Tankers personal healer every since :D

Danny is a bit more reserved, keeping to himself and just getting the job done. Tanker and Danny have become friends and along with Charlie, he’s one of the only people they trust.

Charlie is gay and Danny is pan

They’re in love but are idiots so haven’t confessed and it’s driving Tanker up the wall

[angstyaches]

oh god, please ramble about asher

Connie is a friend of Asher’s (who’s not always in the picture). She’s a trans girl and uses she/her pronouns. Here’s a longer-than-I-thought-it’d-be explanation for how they know each other:

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CW: religious upbringings, queerphobia, drug use mention, transphobic violence, breakups, near-death mention.

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Asher’s parents weren’t crazy religious, as in they didn’t bring religion into the household or whatever, but they attended mass every week (and until he moved out, would drag Asher along with them). Asher didn’t know he was transgender at this point, but he knew that he believed in trans and gay rights in ways that didn’t align with the beliefs of those around him.

The summer after he finished school, he was failing to find a job, but his parents said he could continue living with them and not worrying about money as long as he helped them out with a few things. They’re both leaders of a local Scout troop, and I don’t know about anywhere else in the world, but in Ireland, the Scout meetings and events and activities are always sprinkled with religious stuff, to the point where - along with the stuff most schools push - I barely even noticed it as a kid. 

So that summer, he was roped into helping out at a weekend-long camp for the kids, which also involved a few other troops from other parts of the county. Most of the activities were fun, and Asher enjoyed working with most of the people there, but the constant presence of religious and old-fashioned ideologies wore on him. And that was where he met Connie, who was also dragged along as a camp assistant, and was also going by a different name at the time. 

They ended up spending a lot of their free time together, laughing about how silly some parts of the camp were, and how stifling it felt to grow up in a rural community nowadays. Connie readily admitted that she was bisexual, which put Asher into shock and awe - he’d never heard anybody admit to being queer before. He asked if she had told her parents, and she said that yes, she had, but they didn’t seem to fully “believe” her, and still reckoned she would end up with a wife and kids just like they’d always imagined their son would.

On the last night of the camp, they took a walk to a nearby lake, just the two of them, and Connie tearfully told Asher that she didn’t want to stop seeing him every day. Asher felt the exact same way, and they made a promise that it wouldn’t be the last time, and they kissed by the lake and would forever agree that it was the most perfect first kiss ever.

After the kiss, though, Asher started crying, and couldn’t explain what was wrong with him for a good few minutes, while Connie held him and combed her fingers through his hair. He finally managed to choke out the words to explain that he was trans, he was a boy, and that he was sorry if Connie had felt tricked by the way he presented, the name he went by, the pronouns he let his parents and the campers refer to him as. But Connie just held him tighter and said that it didn’t change anything, and thanked him for telling her.

Both Connie and Asher’s parents were fine with the relationship, since it would be medium-distance (i.e. no risk of anything particularly “sinful”) and most importantly, from the outside, they appeared as no different to any other boy and girl of their age. 

They dated for almost a year before they each managed to move out of home and into the city. Asher never officially came out to his parents as trans, not because he was sure they’d reject him, but because he feared the same indifference and ignorance that Connie’s parents displayed towards her bisexuality. He presents masculine and is on hormones now, but when he sees his parents (usually two or three times a year), the topic is just skillfully avoided.

Connie, unfortunately, fell straight in with a bad crowd as soon as she left home. She began to use recreational drugs, which Asher had no interest in joining her in. She grew distant quite gradually, and although she was still seeing Asher for dates, and was always there if he needed anything, Asher could feel a rift forming between them.

One night, she appeared at Asher’s door, drunk and high and sobbing, with a black eye that was starting to turn yellow. Asher felt absolutely sick, seeing her like that, and although he was disappointed and frustrated with her recent behaviour, he took her in and cleaned her up. 

That night, Connie told Asher that she was a trans woman.

She explained that she’d already told her parents, the result of which was the black eye. She was determined to go no-contact with them, and Asher agreed. Over the course of the next few months, Connie’s drug problems persisted, but her relationship with Asher grew stronger - at least in an emotional sense - since she felt she didn’t have to hide anything from her anymore. 

Unfortunately, a lot changed for Asher in that time in regards to the relationship. It was the hardest thing he’s ever had to do in his life, and he felt a lot of self-hatred over it for a very long time, but he ended up breaking up with her. She was understanding, though - she knew that Asher was gay, which had been part of the reason she’d been so afraid to come out to him as trans. Although, that didn’t mean that they both weren’t heartbroken. Asher was depressed for months, and began to have panic attacks when he went whole weeks without even hearing from Connie, to know that she was okay. 

They became close again over time, still seeing each other as their most important lifeline. Not the talk-to-each-other-every-day kind of friends, but the would-die-for-each-other kind of friends.

Connie had a drug-related near-death experience, about a year before the current events of the story. She’s been in and out of treatment since then, and is currently living mainly with her parents again, despite that not being the most ideal situation. Asher still gets panic attacks over her safety, but the most important thing is that she’s being kept alive and being treated for her addiction; he certainly doesn’t have the mental or financial stability to do anything for her.

Anyway, yes, I’m sorry if this seems a little heavier than most of my stuff. Thank you for asking, anon 🖤

[ambivalent-anarchy]

You've Got Moves (Part 2)

Masterlist

Part 1

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

A/N: Better late than never, right?😂😂 (wow 2 fics in one week that's crazyyy) Also I put one of my favorite comedy tiktoks in the dialogue soooooo oops? Also Harry and Ned are wingmen who share one brain cell and I like it that way

I might make one more part to this but idk

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It took 7 months for Peter to ask you out.

It took the time for MJ and Asher to become a couple, homecoming to go by, MJ and Asher to break up, winter formal, midterm exams, MJ and Asher to get back together, and Christmas to go before Peter Parker gathered the guts to even consider thinking about asking you out.

Scared wasn't even the word for it.

Harry Osborn, the new transfer student, laughed at how nervous Peter was at lunch. "Asking girls out is easy, Peter. I do it all the time!"

"You say it like it's the simplest thing on earth," Peter dreaded, to which Harry shrugged.

"Because it is! You just ask. How is it that I've only been at this school for 2 months and I've had more chicks than both you and Ned combined?"

"Hooking up is not a hobby of mine. That's why," Peter retorted with a pitifully unintimidating glare.

Harry shrugged with his shit-eating grin. "It's not my fault the girls and gays can't resist these lips."

Ned chimed in as he threw a french fry into his mouth. "Peter, this isn't like Liz last year. You and [Y/N] are already really close, dude. I'm sure you can just ask her. Who knows? She might say yes!"

"But what if she says no?," Peter groaned. "Then I'll just be one of those people she avoids and barely talks to out of awkwardness." He shifted in his seat nervously. "I don't want that."

"But if you don't say anything then you'll always regret it," Ned pointed out.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Peter, pull out your phone."

Peter raised his eyebrows in confusion, but followed Harry's instructions.

"Go to her in messages and say 'hey let's get dinner'." He smiled. "See? Simple."

Peter opened your messages in his phone and stared at your profile picture.

'You can do this, Peter. You can do this.'

He bit his lip. "Okay but should I say, 'let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'?" Seeing Harry's impatient face, he explained himself. "I just feel like those two sentences have completely different vibes, y'know?"

Harry glared at him. "Are you really about to have us telling you what to tell your crush like a bunch of girls?"

Peter didn't know how to answer that question seriously. "Uh...yes?"

Harry pondered the question for a small bit before simply shrugging and answering. "Hmm, go with 'let's get dinner', so you'll sound all confident and assertive."

"Okay."

Before Peter could press send without thinking twice, Ned stopped him. "Well, actually now you sound a little aggressive, man."

"Really?," Peter asked with a wince, immediately erasing the message.

"Yeah, I mean the last thing you wanna be like is the guy that's all like 'let's get dinner' like you're some kind of caveman."

Peter groaned. "Oh no, definitely not."

Ned ate another fry. "You want to ask her to dinner, not tell her to dinner."

"I'll go with 'do you want to get dinner' then," Peter said with a nod.

That one didn't sit well with Harry. "No Pete. Cuz now you sound like a pussy."

Peter slammed his phone onto the lunch table. "This stuff is tough!"

Ned turned towards Harry. "No but listen. The last thing Peter wants to do is come off as the overly masculine type that's all like 'let's get dinner cuz I'm the breadwinner, bitch', y'know?"

Harry shook his head. "Yeah but women also love assertiveness. You have to know what you want."

Peter stared at the table, desperately wanting the conversation to be over. Why would he even go to these two for relationship advice? Harry was the king of hookups and Ned's relationships never lasted longer than a few weeks. What was he thinking? For a guy with a 4.5 GPA, he sure did feel stupid.

"I got it!," Ned exclaimed. "Okay. Text her this. 'Dinner would be something that I would enjoy taking you on, but only if YOU were also interested in attending the meal'." He held his hands up for praise.

Harry nodded. "Mhm. Perfect balance. And the more words the better."

Peter just stared back at them, wondering where he'd gone wrong in life. "...no.... I'm not gonna send her that."

Harry shrugged. "Welp,' he sighed. "I guess some people just don't want to be helped."

So close to slamming his head into the table in front of him, Peter felt a tsunami of relief hit when he saw Asher walk into the cafeteria.

Asher was your best friend. If anyone knew the proper way you'd want to be asked out, it'd be him.

The second Asher noticed Peter looking at him, he made his way over. "Hey Peter. What's up?," he asked as he found an empty seat.

Harry spoke up before Peter had the chance. "Hey Ash. Pick one. 'Let's get dinner' or 'do you want to get dinner'."

Asher thought for a second. "Depends on the girl," he said before taking a bite into his apple. "-but 'do you want to get dinner' is nicer. Why?"

Harry slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it!"

"Yes!," Ned cheered.

Asher looked around the table. "Okay, by why?"

Harry and Ned went quiet and looked to Peter, who was staring anywhere to avoid eye contact. He began to mumble pitifully."I....I-i wanna.. I wanna-"

Harry and Ned spoke up, already tired of the conversation not getting anywhere. "He wants to ask-"

"-I wanna ask [Y/N] out!," he blurted, feeling his cheeks start to burn when Asher's smirk turned into a wide grin.

"Well it's about time!," he exclaimed. "She's been crazy about you since you met."

"Really? She has?," Peter asked. That wasn't even in the realm of possibility in his mind.

Asher nodded. "She's always going off to me about how-" he mocked your higher pitched voice. "I've been dropping him hints since, like, foreverrrr!"

"Seriously?! She has?"

Ned laughed. "Well Peter. She has been calling you cute since the day she met you..."

"But I just always thought it was the friendly kind of cute, y'know?," he rambled. "Not the boyfriend type cute!"

"How many girls are out here calling you cute for you to make that assumption, dude?," Harry asked.

Asher sighed. "So this is what it's like to have low confidence." He shook his head and gave Peter a disappointed look. "I can't say I like witnessing this, Pete."

"Just-" Peter groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Just tell me what will work, okay? I need to ask her out perfectly."

Asher tilted his head in confusion. "She's a simple girl. You just have to straight up ask her out. What's the confusion there?"

"That's what I said!," Harry yelled.

"You know he's got to make it difficult for himself for no reason," Ned pointed out.

"Okay can we all talk about how terrible I am at this after you help me?," Peter begged.

"...yeah."

"Sure."

"Ugh, fine."

Peter sighed. "Alright. So?"

"What are you going for?," Asher asked. "Like a gift or something?"

"I just want whatever's the absolute best way to ask her out."

Asher pinched the bridge of his nose. If he was gonna set you up with your crush, he wanted it to happen right.

"Okay," he said, staring Peter in the eyes with a new sort of intensity. "Think about your best moments with her. Now pick something special from all those moments and voila! You'll have it!"

Peter nodded and stared at the ground as he thought for a while about everything he'd done with you since the beginning of school. You were truly the most extraordinary, most confident girl he'd ever met.

Every time he'd thought you couldn't get more perfect, you'd just show him another side of you that was better than the rest. He always stayed endlessly impressed and most of all, he felt as if he didn't have to try too hard with you. He could be himself and mess up as many times as he could manage and you still stuck around, showing him that there needn't be any worries.

And your style? Fuck, you could make anything work for him. You were the only one who could get him out of his comfort zone and in front of a camera, for something as frivolous as a TikTok. But he'd always do it, and even find the fun in it, because it made you happy.

"Remember how we freaked out that first time when she called you cute, Pete?," Ned said. "She said that you were cute and that you only had to put it use!"

Harry laughed. "This girl is literally giving you the instructions, Peter. Take them."

"Hmm." Peter looked up with a smile and snapped his fingers. "I got it."

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You tossed popcorn into your mouth and snuggled yourself further into the blanket. "Ash, how can you even say that? 'It' is a horror movie!"

"Yeah, technically," he retorted. "But there's literally not a single part of the movie that's scary. It's more of a drama than anything else."

"You realize the clown phobia rate skyrocketed when the movie came out right?"

Asher scoffed. "Uh, your point? It's not my fault some pussies couldn't sit through it. Still a drama. The story definitely played with your emotions more than your fears."

"Whateverrrr," you laughed. "I can't deal with you."

"Pennywise literally got up and did this," he said before breaking out into Pennywise's dance. He laughed as he kicked his legs out. "What kind of horror movie has this crap in it?" He stopped when he felt the full force of you throwing a pillow on his face. "Ugh!"

"Sit down and get under the covers, idiot," you hissed. "I wanna keep watching these HORROR films."

"Whateverrrr," he drawled out, mocking you. He sighed and plopped down next to you, grabbing a handful of popcorn after.

When school was getting suffocating, marathoning horror movies with Asher were a must. He had an endless repertoire and all the time in the world for his best friend.

Halfway through 'It: Chapter 2' though, the movie was the least of your focus and instead was TikTok.

What could you say? The app was addictive.

It was a big, entertaining, completely useless collage of everything every no-name had to offer, from stupid debates to cringey POV's to fun dance routines.

You tried to hook every friend you could on it. Asher, of course, already knew about it since it first came out and he, of course, had thousands of followers because most of what he posted was random thirsts traps whenever he was feeling hot, which was always. And thirsts traps are always in high demand for the people on TikTok.

You tried to hook MJ on it, but she'd already decided that she didn't like it before even giving it a chance. Even the messy, political side didn't reel her in.

Of course then there was Peter, who didn't know was TikTok even was before he met you. You made it your sole mission to get him hooked, but you'd since given up on that. It was a lost cause. The only time he probably ever saw TikTok nowadays was when he was doing dances with you before gym started. He let you put the app on his phone but he never used it. You wouldn't even put it past him to have deleted it, but it was whatever. TikTok had started his friendship with you, so needless to say, it'd done an amazing job in your life.

Plus your followers were always asking about him. All of the "omg couple goalssss" and "you guys look so cute together" served as massive confidence boosters. A girl can dream, right?

You shifted over a bit when you felt Ash getting closer and closer to you.

When he moved over again, you scooted away, only for him to get closer again. "Ash, what is your deal?"

"Easy there," he chuckled, backing up a little. "I'm looking at the phone, not you."

"You've been all up in my phone all day, what's up?"

"I can't tell you," he shrugged, a sly smirk stretching across his face. "But," he pointed to your tiny screen. "Some idiot is taking wayyyy too long to shoot his shot."

"Shoot his shot?" You gasped. "Who?"

"I'm not at liberty to say," he said with a smirk.

"Nooooo," you whined. "If someone has a crush on me you gotta spill! C'mon, please?"

He laughed and repeated himself. "I'm sorry, but I am not at liberty to say!"

"Bullshit! Who is it? C'mon! C'monnnnnn!"

He shrugged and this time you knew that he was dead set on not giving up the mystery guy.

"Ugh," you pouted. "Fine. Let's just finish the stupid movie."

-

"Kids next door, battle stations!!!!"

And now it was sometime after midnight. The popcorn was all gone. The movie was done and now you were watching old cartoons so that the horror movie wouldn't be the last thing on your mind before bed.

Looking over, you saw that Asher didn't need any cartoons like you did. He was already passed out, snoring as loud as ever.

Grumbling in boredom, you stared at the wall, trying to connect the tiny dots in the designs. It was like something was officially keeping you from being able to fall asleep.

*Ding!*

At the sound of your phone receiving a text, you sat up curiously. Who was texting you at this hour?

You smiled when you saw that it was Peter.

Pete: hey y/n

You were about to send him a quick,"why are you up this late" text, but he kept typing.

Pete: pls dont judge me too hard for this

With that completely vague warning, you furrowed your eyebrows, concerned.

Y/n: whats up r u okay

He sent you a link next, which confused you, but not as much as when you actually pressed it.

It led you to TikTok, and the video was waiting to be pressed to start. Peter was standing in the middle of the screen with one of his typical corny sweatshirts on. The caption at the top read: "For [Y/N] Only". Smiling already, you quickly pressed play.

You slapped your hand over your mouth. "Oh my God."

"So he finally got the guts, huh?," Asher mumbled, having woken up from the loud music on your phone but was still half-asleep.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you?," you asked. You turned down your phone.

"Don't worry about me, you just got a boyfriend," he chuckled, moving to lay down so he could get to sleep again. "Text him back for god's sake."

~~~

Y/n: its been almost a whole year and youre still so cute when you make those

Pete: haha thanks

Pete: uh

Pete: i really like you y/n

Pete: do u think you'd wanna go out with me or get dinner sometime?

~~~

"He asked me out," you gasped. "Ash, he asked me out!"

Asher rolled over and groaned. "I thought that was already established? Jesus, you two couldn't possibly be moving any slower."

You rolled your eyes. "Fuck you."

"Nah, you're with Peter now," he laughed. "You're gonna have to fuck him instead!" That comment earned him another pillow to the face.

You looked back at the messages and sent a tiny cute one. You smirked at the new idea of what was about to happen and turned it off before going to sleep.

~~~

Y/n: kiss me at school tomorrow and find out

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Didn't do a third edit cuz I got lazy but I'm pretty happy with the turnout anyway. Thanks for reading!

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