#I wanna get a better camera and more fruity film

[ynnesidyad]

you WILL look at him

[bxcketbarnes]

Big Night of Exercising

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Words: 1700+

Author's Note: I thought of this fic solely on the statement Ashton makes about being late to the studio because of is big night of exercising. And yes. I think this is cute af. As usual.

I sat behind the camera in my fianceé's kitchen, watching him and his bandmates film Cocktail Chats. Giggles left your lips as the boys were drinking fruity ass drinks, which were actually pretty good, while talking about their album Youngblood.

Ashton leaves the stool as his segment was over, Calum taking his spot. He steps towards me, a goofy grin on his lips as he lays his large hands on my thighs. "Hey, baby," he mumbled before pressing a sloppy kiss to my lips.

A giggle leaves my lips while trying to kiss him back, earning groans from our friends. "Hi, baby," I grinned widely and stroke his kinda flushed cheek. "You need another one?" I asked and pointed towards his empty glass.

"Yeah, but I can make it. You want one?" Ash asked me and I nod. He kissed my lips quickly before pushing himself off of me and I let out a chuckled-groan, rubbing my thighs.

"Damn, dude," I laugh and Ashton yells out a quick apology before disappearing behind the light blue backdrop.

After he finished making my drink, he walked back over to me and hands it to me. "Here you go, sweetheart," he smiles and I take it from him, thanking him quietly.

My eyes stared into his hazel ones as I take a few sips of the mixed drink, humming in content at the taste. Ashton brings his free hand up, his slender fingers fiddling with the engagement ring on my finger as a smile graced his lips.

"I love you," I whispered low enough so the camera couldn't hear me, moving my left hand off the glass to intertwine my fingers with his.

"I love you, soon to be Mrs. Irwin," he beamed and bent down to lean his forehead against mine. "I'm so glad you came into my life."

A blush covers my cheeks and I couldn't stop the smile on my face from widening even more. "I can say the same about you, Ash," I confess to him and squeeze his hand.

He closed the distance between our faces, our lips colliding. I flutter my eyes shut, kissing him back immediately and I stand up from my chair to press my body against his. "Guys! Stop!" Luke yells and Ashton and I pull away, both of us looking back at the curly-haired blonde who sat on the stool.

"Sorry!" I chuckle and bite my bottom lip. Ashton glances back towards me as I thread my fingers through his chest hair. "Get back to it, baby."

He laughs, nodding his head before pressing a quick kiss to my forehead before joining the other boys.

A laugh leaves my lips as the boys were dancing to the beginning of Moving Along, moving my body to the song as well from my chair. Michael was lip singing Luke's part as I watched Andy zoom in on the green-eyed man. He pushes Luke out of the frame and the curly-haired man ends up tripping, falling onto his ass. A laugh leaves my lips, covering it up quickly as I heard Andy let out a few chuckles as well.

"Y/N! Shut up!" The blonde laughs loudly and gets up from the chair, walking off-screen as the intro segment ends.

The tall boy walks over to me, playfully punching my arm before wrapping me into a hug. I wipe the liquid from the corner of my lips, swallowing the blue substance as Luke rests his chin against my head.

I watched Ashton sit down on the stool with a black bandana wrapped around his forehead as he talked about the song when Luke grabs the hand my engagement ring was on. "You know, I was there when Ash bought this?" He asked, his accent coming through more prominently.

"You were? And you kept it a secret? I'm so proud of you, bub!" I giggled and took another sip while looking up at him.

"I can keep secrets!" Luke scoffed and nudged my head around before we bring our attention back to the bandana boy.

"Can you believe I used to wear one of these every day?" He asked and brings the straw from his drink in his mouth. He brings up his left hand, making a rock out gesture. "I used to do this in pictures all the time as well," he stated before biting his bottom lip.

"You're hot!" I yelled, not containing my giggles as the guys in the room looked back at me. Ashton chuckles and points towards me.

"My number one fan! Get over here, baby girl," he motions for me to go over to him and my eyes widen, shaking my head.

Ashton pouts and I slump in my chair. "Don't give me that look! You know I can't say no to it!" I cry out and my fianceé giggles in response.

"I know! That's why I'm doing it. C'mon. I won't make you stay on screen for long. Please," he pouts again and I sigh, getting up from my chair. Ashton cheers and pats his thigh with his free hand. I walk on screen, giving the camera and a small wave and smile as I place myself on Ashton's lap. "Now, guys, this isn't related to the album. Well, I mean, it kinda is since she was with me throughout the whole stress of it. But this is Y/N. You may have seen her tagged on some of my Insta posts for photo credit, but she means so much more to me than someone who constantly takes my picture."

I giggle, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as his hand rests on my hip. "But you're so handsome. I'm just giving the fans what they want," I tell him while fiddling with the top of his shirt.

"Anyway, she is the literal love of my life. She's been here for me during the best and worst times. I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend. You wanna show them?" He asked and rubbed my hip slowly. My heart beats quickly in my chest and nods my head. I lift my left hand from his shoulder, holding it out towards the camera to show off the engagement ring on my finger. "The other day I asked her to be my wife and she said yes. I'm the happiest man alive and is so fucking lucky to have a woman like you."

I glance down at him to see his hazel eyes already on me, a silly grin on his lips. "I love you," I giggled and moved my hand so it rests on his cheek.

"I love you too, baby doll. So fucking much," he whispers before leaning up to press a kiss to my lips.

"Alright, enough of this mushy shit!" Michael yells and I chuckle, pulling away from Ashton. I get up from his lap, running my fingers through his hair once before giving him a smile.

His hand moves to my hips, stroking the fabric gently as he returns the smile. "Mike, leave them alone. Let the man be happy!" Calum states and I roll my eyes playfully before glancing towards the two. 

"Yeah, Mike!" I piped up and he sticks his tongue out at me before drinking some more of his drink.

"Alright!" Ash states loudly, clapping his hands together, "back to the album!" I sit back down in my chair, giggling to myself as I take another sip of my drink. My bandana-wearing fianceé hands his drink off to Calum, who walks behind the blue screen to make him another as he begins to talk about Moving Along. "I love this song. I was absolutely blown away when I went into the studio late because I had a big night of exercising.”

My cheeks heat up, not believing he just said that. "Ashton!" I yelled, his hazel eyes darting to meet mine as he wore an innocent look on his face.

"That means he fucked!" Michael yelled and I looked over at the blonde, seeing his face contort into a knowing look.

"Michael! Shut up!" I groaned and hid my face. There's no way the fans are gonna believe that he was actually exercising, my god.

Luke and Calum join the laughing fest and I groan, getting up from my chair. Ashton giggles as I set my drink on the table, walking out of the room.

"Oh, come on, Y/N! It's fine!" Luke yelled and I shook my head, continuing to walk towards Ash and I's shared bedroom.

"Baby!" Ashton called out, hearing his shoes clapping against the wooden floors as he ran into the bedroom. "Hey, are you really upset about this?"

I sit down on the edge of the bed, slapping my hands onto my thighs. "I just… I shouldn't be but I kinda am. It's just embarrassing," I mumbled and looked up at the drummer.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. That's why I worded it the way I did. We can cut out Michael's statement about me getting fucked. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he whispers and moves towards me, grabbing my hands.

I sigh, biting my bottom lip. "You can keep your comment, just don't leave Mike's comment in the video, please," I tell him with a small smile and he nods, leaning forward to press a kiss to my nose.

"Of course. Anything to make you happy and comfortable," he grins and moves his free hand to my face, stroking my cheek.

I close the distance between us, pressing our lips together into a rough-ish kiss. Ashton lets out a groan, his fingers slipping into my hair and grips it hard. A moan leaves my lips while he pushes me back onto the bed, hovering over me. He moves his hands under my shirt, gliding them up my torso to grip my breasts.

"Ashton!" The three boys all yell in unison and the two of us pull away from each other, disappointing sighs leaving both our lips.

"We'll have to continue this later, baby doll," he whispers against my lips and I chuckle, nodding my head in agreement.

He presses a sloppy kiss to my lips again before getting off of me, heading back out into the living room. I lean on my hands, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as a giggle leaves my lips. Fuck, I love him.

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[angelic-holland]

Dirty Shirley // th x fem!reader

request by @barnes-parker :  hey! can i request for a tom holland x reader? reader is part of the mcu cast, and they all went out to eat dinner after filming for endgame. reader just turned legal age (is it 18?) so they drank afterwards, to celebrate her legality. since it’s her first time drinking she went a bit overboard but tom took care of her. fluff pls!

Summary: Basically above ^ 

Okay so I made the reader Scott Lang’s daughter (Cassie) shoutout to the actress who played her in the movie but for the sake of the one shot the reader will be playing her :), reader is turning 21, so she’s a little bit closer to Tom’s age and that is the legal drinking age in the US where they filmed Endgame I also just recently celebrated my birthday and got way too drunk so I made it a little more fluffy than the reader just getting sick from drinking bc those memories yoinks

Warnings: drinking

Word count: 2.5k

“You know what we should do?” Paul asks.

“What?” You laugh as you, Evangeline and him had just wrapped on your small scene at the end of the movie.

“Celebrate! You turned 21 the other day! And didn’t tell us! We can all go out to dinner if you want,” Paul says as you all walk towards your trailers.

“What do you mean by all of us? Like the three of us?”

“Well Tom, Jacob, Chadwick, a few other people are here filming so we can see if they want to come with?” Paul asks, coming to a stop at his trailer.

“Oh, I mean, we don’t have to, that’s, I don’t want to bother them.”

“I’ll see who’s interested,” Paul says, entering his trailer and leaving you and Evangeline to walk towards your own.

“You know, if he was smarter he’d know you have a little crush on Tom.”

You felt yourself blush and stutter, “pssh, no,I, I hardly know him, we’ve met like three times.”

‘Yeah but he’s pretty charming isn’t he?”

“Ugh, I just, don’t want them to feel like they’re forced to come celebrate with me when they don’t know me like at all, you know?”

“But, no matter the size of your role in the movie, you’re still here, you’re still a member of the cast.” “I guess.”

“Just, let’s see what Paul can do okay?”

You nod as you come to a stop at her trailer, she hugs you and you walk the rest of the way to your trailer. You’ve only been here for a few days, just two small scenes to film, it’s been a really great experience so far though.

You decide to wear something really nice, a pretty A-line black dress, the edges adorned with lace. You fix up your hair, curl it a little, keeping the makeup they put on you for the scenes, much better than anything you could do yourself.

You hear a knock on the door as you’re getting your purse together. You open it and are greeted by Paul and Evangeline who both had changed into nice formal clothes.

“You look beautiful birthday girl,” Evangeline says, hugging you.

“Okay, so I was able to get us a spot at a really nice restaurant downtown, our reservation’s in like thirty minutes,” Paul says as you all walk out of the trailer lot towards the parking lot.

“How’d you manage that?” “Pulled a few strings,” he says with a shrug.

“Were you able to uh, invite anyone else?”

He frowns and you know you’re about to be disappointed, no matter how unreasonable it was for all these famous actors to drop everything to hang out with you on your birthday.

“I’m sorry, they’re all pretty busy, but hey, I think we’re a pretty fun bunch,” Paul says, swinging his arm around your shoulder as they reach his car.

****

Paul gives his name at the restaurant and the hostess leads you to the back of the restaurant, towards a private room.

“Wait, what’s the private room for?” You ask, turned towards Paul and Evangeline as the hostess pushes the door open.

“SURPRISE!” you hear a group of people shout and you turnaround, eyes widening as you take in the group of people sitting around the large table.

“Paul, Evangeline, I thought you said, said nobody could make it,” you stutter, blushing a little as they guide you to sit down at the head of the table.

“Yeah well, we lied.”

You shake your head, hoping you’re not blushing too hard as you look around the table, filled with people you’ve met in person before, Tom, Scarlett, Chris Evans, Don, Brie, a few people you’ve never met in person but have wanted to, Jacob, Chadwick, Mark. You were in awe of how they all showed up to your little party.

“I, uhm, thank you guys, for coming, this is uh, pretty cool,” you laugh.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to celebrate someone’s 21st birthday,” Tom speaks up, he’s sitting on one side of you, Evangeline on the other.

“Thanks,” you smile at him, quickly looking away because you know if you look for much longer you could get lost in his smile or his eyes and you don’t want to be any more awkward than you already are.

****

You all had a fun dinner, everyone talking amongst themselves, talking to you, you telling different stories about your time on set and auditioning and joking about the Russo Brothers.

You had thanked everyone, a few of them staying back, saying they wanted to buy you a few drinks for your 21st if you wanted to, which you happily agreed to. You’ve never really drunk before, other than a few sips of your parents wine at dinner or parties. You were sitting at the bar with Tom and Jacob, Evangeline sitting a few seats down, she told you as you were all leaving the private room that she’d be there to take you back to your trailer but she’d let you spend some time with ‘those two cuties’ before you left.

“So, you said you did musical theater before, right?” Jacob asks as you wait for your drinks.

“Yeah, I was in a few shows on Broadway before auditioning for Endgame. I’ve been doing theatre all my life and I thought that acting on TV or in movies might be a fun change of pace.”

“What did you do on Broadway?” Tom asks as the bartender sets down your drinks, Tom called them ‘dirty shirleys’, explaining they were basically just Shirley Temples with vodka. He preferred beer but this was his guilty pleasure drink.

“Uh, I was in a few ensemble casts before I got cast as Wendla in Spring Awakening.”

“Wait, did you play her in 2015?”

“Yes?”

“Holy shit, I saw you, I went to see Spring Awakening then, I stood outside the cast doors like a dork and got pictures with everyone.”

“Sorry, I totally don’t remember you,” you laugh, people did that after every single show and you never remembered their faces.

“No, that’s totally fine I’m sure I was a total nerd but that was such a good show, you were amazing.”

“Thanks,” you blush, taking a sip of your drink. It was really fruity, tasted almost exactly like a Shirley Temple, a little bit of a kick which had to be the vodka.

“So how do you like acting in movies compared to acting in theatre?” Jacob asks.

“I mean, I know you guys probably love doing movies and acting in front of a camera but, gonna be honest, I like theatre more. Maybe because I like the pressure of having to do it perfectly in front of a live audience, I don’t get multiple takes and editing to make everything look perfect. In theatre, that’s on you.”

“Yeah, I mean the process can be so long though, I don’t know, I guess I’m basing it off of my experience with Billy Elliot but that was ages ago and most of it was dance training,” Tom adds.

“Yeah, I mean, the rehearsal process can be lengthy, more so for shows like that that requires a deep knowledge of dance especially ballet and aero, whereas with shows I’ve been in, there’s dancing but it’s mainly typical musical theatre dancing. We’d have rehearsal eight hours a day, every single day a week, 7 days a week for a few months, and then we’d have our show. So I guess it just depends on the show you do, if you’re touring, stuff like that.”

“Sounds like you’re very passionate about theatre.”

“Yeah, I mean I’ve been doing it since I was a little kid, can’t remember a time before I was in a singing lesson or dance class after school.”

The conversation and drinks flow throughout the night, you start to feel a little more comfortable, only getting tense when Tom’s hand touched your shoulder when you made him laugh, leaning in, full body shaking with laughter.

“We should probably head back,” Jacob pipes up and you all agree.

“Mind if we get a ride with you? Ours ditched us,” Tom asks as Evangeline stands up.

“Of course, I’ll go grab the car,” she says, nodding at you.

You stand up, stumbling almost immediately. Tom helps by holding you up, a hand against your waist, the other wrapping around your shoulder.

“That was fun,” you giggle as you all walk towards the exit.

“I think you’re a little drunk,” Jacob laughs as he opens the back door to the car for you.

“Maybe, just a little,” you say as Tom helps you into the car, leaning over you to buckle your seatbelt.

You can’t help but stare at his chest, the very top of it peeking out of his partially unbuttoned shirt. You feel yourself blush as he sits down besides you.

“You okay back there?” Evangeline asks and you nod, rubbing your eyes.

You don’t realize you’re resting your head on Tom’s shoulder until you are parked back at the lot and Evangeline is calling your name.

You sit up, your head spinning a little, “hello.”

“Hi,” Tom laughs, helping you out of the car.

“I think?”

“Yes? What do you think?” He asks as he walks you to your trailer, his hand a warm presence on your waist.

“I think I’m just a little bit drunk,” you giggle.

“I think you’re a little bit more than a little drunk,” Evangeline says, opening your door.

“It was, nice to meet you Jacob,” you say, reaching out your hand to shake his.

He laughs as you fumble for it, eventually shaking it.

Tom helps you into your trailer, sitting you down on your bed as Evangeline gets you some water.

“Wanna know a secret?” you giggle.

“Y/N,” Evangeline says, sitting next to you and you blink, looking between her and Tom.

“Yes?”

“Have some water,” she says, helping you take a few sips.

“It was nice to talk to you, get to know you,” Tom says, backing out of your trailer.

“Oh, yes, you too,” you giggle, waving at him.

“See you around,” he says, so casually as he leaves.

“Did you hear that? He’s gonna see me around.”

“Alright drunky, time to go to bed and make sure you don’t choke on your own tongue.”

You gasp and stare at Evangeline with wide eyes, “that can happen?”

“Yes,” she laughs, shaking her head, “just gotta get you a bucket, make sure you sleep on your side in case you need to throw up.”

**** You wake up the next morning with a raging headache, Evangeline nowhere in sit but a note on your bedside table.

I stayed for a while but you were sound asleep, I checked in a few times during the night but you seemed fine, glad you had a good time with the cast and Tom last night.

Your eyes widened, Tom, what did you say to him? What happened? You remember his hand on your waist, warm and comforting, his laugh, him telling you he’d see you around. You roll over, rubbing your eyes. You’re still wearing your dress from last night so you begrudgingly get up and stumble a little towards your suitcase, pulling out a random t-shirt and sleep shorts, planning on sleeping in, you weren’t going to be called again until the editors have seen the footage of your scene and determine if it was okay for the final cut.

You are situated in your clothes, about to flop back down in your bed when you hear a knock on your trailer door. Figuring it’s Evangeline checking up on you, you make your way over, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you fling the door open.

Your eyes widen and cheeks flush when you see who it really is. Tom, who still managed to look hot in a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Hi,” you say, staring at the bag in his hand.

“Hi, I uh, I remember the first time I got really drunk, didn’t know how to make myself feel better the next day, had the worst hangover, so I figured I’d get you some supplies, help combat it for ya.”

“Oh, uh, thanks? Come in, come in,” you say, stepping aside so he make his way inside.

“My mum taught me one of the best tricks, coconut water. It tastes gross, whatever, but it’s got tons of potassium which you lose when you drink lots of alcohol and it’s not full of preservatives and artificial stuff like sports drinks so even though you could drink those to help, it’s better to drink this,” he says, pulling out the coconut water and placing it on your counter.

“And of course, aspirin, never Tylenol, don’t know why, you just shouldn’t take it,” he says with a shrug, placing a bottle of aspirin next to the coconut water.

“Did you just have all this lying around?”

“Nah just took a quick trip to the drugstore.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say, rubbing your arm, confused as to why he cared so much.

“I know, just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he says, “here, take some aspirin with the coconut water,” he opens both and hands them to you.

“Thank you,” you mumble before taking the aspirin.

He laughs at your scrunched up face after you take a sip of the coconut water.

“Yeah it tastes a little weird, I like to pretend I’m on an island on vacation when I drink it, makes it taste a little better.”

You close your eyes, pretending you’re laying on a beach somewhere, a real coconut in your hand. You take another sip, it’s not as bad.

“Kinda works,” you say, placing the drink down and leaning against the counter.

“You should also get some rest, are you slotted to film today?”

“No, gotta wait for the go ahead from the editor’s to either leave or do a few more takes of the scene.”

“Good, good, so get some rest.”

Fuck it, you were going to shoot your shot. Now or never, you’d be gone in the next few weeks anyways.

“Are you filming today?”

“Nah, same as you, we’re in a holding pattern I guess.”

“Guess so,” you shrug.

“Something else, uh, that helps hangovers.”

“What?” You ask, your breathing picking up.

“Uhm, nothing, it’s stupid.”

“No, come on, tell me.”

“Just. sometimes cuddling with someone, makes you feel safe, feel better.”

“Is that an elaborate excuse to cuddle?”

“What? Pssh, no,” Tom says, looking between you and your bed.

“I mean, we both should rest, so, why not do it together?”

“Really?”

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” you laugh, taking his hand in yours.

You get comfy, both a little too hot to pull the blankets over you so you lie on top of them. You lie your head on his chest, his arm resting over your shoulder.

You both quickly fell asleep, hoping to sleep off the achy feeling and your headaches.

**** Evangeline and Paul go to check on you a little later, she knocks on your door and there’s no answer so she lets herself in.

She stops when she sees you and Tom curled up on your bed, sound asleep. She closes the door gently and turns to Paul, “you owe me 10 bucks.”