#ashton fluf

[maybejj]

The Beginning of Us.

Part 2

babydaddy!Rafe x sweetheart!reader

summary: You and Rafe were high school sweethearts that continued into college however Rafe went down the wrong path and you found out you were pregnant. 3 years later finds you and Rafe trying to navigate co-parenting your 2 year old son while overcoming life’s obstacles and past experiences.

warnings: swearing, rafe checking out reader

word count: 1.5k

You had just put Asher down for a nap, quickly getting your stuff together by the door. Your best friend, Ashton, was opening her own bakery store today and you promised her that you would be there to help. You had called Rafe earlier in the week to make sure he was available to watch Asher while you were gone, you both had trust issues when it came to having anyone else watch your son after what happened the last time.

When you had called Rafe, he said he was free to watch Asher, that he didn’t have anything else going on. That wasn’t the case. After you got off the phone, he immediately rescheduled all his meetings that fell on that Friday morning. His Dad was pissed off with him because of it but he couldn’t care less. His family, his son, came first. He would always be there for his son and you, if you’d let him.

Ever since Asher was born, he made a promise to himself that he would clean up his act and make up for how he treated you while you were pregnant with his son. He had a long way to go but he was trying.

You were putting your earrings on in the bathroom when you heard him come in. You could hear him set his stuff down on the counter in the kitchen before coming to find you.

Rafe came into view of the bathroom doorway, looming over you. He couldn’t help himself, his eyes traveled your figure. You were wearing a baby blue sundress that came down to your knees. The top half was tighter than the bottom, making your breasts sit very nicely, snug. The v-neck wasn’t too deep, just enough to leave your imagination running wild and his definitely was. You were beautiful, that was the simplest way to put it. Your figure had changed since you were together in high school and college but damn, you never looked better. If anything, he found you more attractive after birthing his son.

“Again, I’m sorry this is kinda late notice. I only told you about it a couple days ago. It completely slipped my mind until Ashton called me the other day and that’s when I called you-” You continued to ramble on until Rafe’s deep voice stopped you mid sentence.

“Don’t have to apologize, you’re allowed to have a life. Besides, this gives me an excuse to show Asher some new tractor catalogs I got in the mail the other day.” Rafe smiled at you, leaning against the doorway, “Little man asleep?”

You nodded while fluffing your hair and giving yourself one more glance over in the mirror. You were about to leave the bathroom but when you turned you noticed some of your hair sticking out of place.

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself. You turned back to the mirror and picked up your comb. Your hair was curled lightly but it had been giving you trouble all morning.

“You look good, stop stressing. You’re going to be late.” Rafe murmured, rolling his eyes half heartedly. You stopped with the comb halfway to your hair, slightly blushing after his comment.

Your relationship with Rafe was complicated. You were together for three years before you broke it off. You were done watching him waste his life away with drugs and alcohol in college but shortly after you ended things, you found out you were pregnant. To put it nicely, he was a complete asshole while you were pregnant. He wasn’t there for the appointments, the cravings, the hormones, the complications towards the end. The drugs took over his life and he took it out on you while you were the most vulnerable you had ever been.

Once Asher was born though, that’s when it changed. Rafe barely made it to the hospital when you went into labor but once he was allowed to see Asher for the first time? You swear you watched something switch in him. You didn’t even have to say anything to him, he said it for you.

He had tears in his eyes while holding his son for the first time, Asher was sleeping with his head resting on Rafe’s chest. You were watching them closely. You didn’t know if Rafe was currently high or not but you wanted him to at least see his son for the first time.

With silent tears running down his face, Rafe turned to you in the hospital bed, “I’m going to get better. For him. For you. I’m done. I don’t want my son growing up and seeing his father like this. He deserves better and so do you. I’m going to prove it to you.”

After he left the hospital that night, he checked himself into a six week rehab facility and stuck to his word. He hadn’t drank or done drugs since. He was slowly restoring your faith in him. It took a while to get where you were today but he was still determined to prove himself to you and Asher, he never stopped. While he was a good dad and a better person today, it was still hard to forget how he treated you while you were pregnant with his son. You tell yourself that’s why you weren’t together now. You had convinced yourself you both were better off just co-parenting.

Your phone ringing in the other room caught both of your attention, both of your heads snapping in the direction of the living room.

You excused yourself from the bathroom, brushing against Rafe as you made your way to your phone. You smiled as you answered, “I swear I’m about to leave.”

“You better be, I’m stressing out over here and I need my best friend ASAP!” Ashton’s hurried voice came across the phone.

“Deep breaths, I’m saying goodbye to Asher and then I’m heading your way. You’re going to do great.” You grabbed your purse as you put your phone against your ear and shoulder, sliding your sandals on at the same time.

“Give my namesake a hug and kiss for me! See you soon babe.” Ashton quickly said before hanging up. You had name your son after Ashton. You had been friends with her since you were 10 years old. You did everything together, including going to the same college. She was also there the entire time you were pregnant, taking you to every appointment and drying your tears.

You laughed before shoving your phone in your purse. Rafe had taken a spot on the couch and was trying to find a good channel to settle on. He raised his eyebrows in your direction when he saw you walking towards Asher’s room.

“I’m just going to poke my head into his room and give him a kiss. Thats all.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Rafe snorted, “If you’re in a hurry, I wouldn’t do that. You know it’ll wake him up.”

“Maybe but I have to say goodbye to my baby. And we both know you’re just as excited as him, if not more, to show him the tractor magazines.” You turned around and faced him while you talked, still walking backwards to your son’s room.

Rafes loud laugh followed you into Asher’s room as you opened the door. The room was painted red and blue, his favorite colors due to Spider-Man being his favorite superhero. You walked over to his bed, crouching down to his height. He was laying on his stomach, his arms and legs flopped crazily. You brushed his blonde hair away from his face and kissed his cheek.

“Mommy loves you so big baby.” You murmured. While he hadn’t been a planned baby, he was the best thing that ever happened to you.

Asher stirred gently at your hand against his face, his bright green eyes looking up at you. He instantly started waking up, a sleepy smile forming on his face. You smirked, Rafe was going to have so much fun chasing him around the apartment.

“Hi mommy,” Asher took one of his chubby hands and put it against your cheek. You turned your head and kissed the inside of his hand.

“Guess who’s here?”

Asher shot up so fast it nearly gave you whiplash.

“Daddy?!”

Before you could reply, Asher was running out of the room. You heard Rafe grunt from the living room while you started making your way back to them. When you got to the living room, you saw Rafe being smothered in a bear hug by Asher. Rafe just gave you a look that said, ‘I told you so’ while hugging Asher back.

“Alright I’m heading out now. Be good for daddy, Asher.” You blew Asher a kiss from the front door.

Rafe and Asher stopped what they were doing and looked your way. Rafe had a slight blush to his cheeks he was praying you couldn’t see and Asher was scrambling off the couch to get to you.

Asher barreled into your leg, “Bye Mommy!”

You ruffled his hair and hugged him back as best you could while he was hanging onto your leg, “See you later, baby.”

You sent Rafe a smirk. Asher was awake and full of energy now, he was going to have his hands full.

“Good luck.” You glanced at Rafe while he gave you a flat look. You laughed while you double checked one last time to make sure you had everything and stepped out the door.

[talkfastromance4]

Slow motion—Ashton blurb

Warnings: mentions of being high, consuming a gummy, high sex, some fluff and giggles

Word count: 724

Feedback is welcome!

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It’s slow building at first. The gummy bear torn in half was slow acting and you first felt it in your head, a certain type of weightlessness. The warm glow of his salt lamp paints him in warm fuzziness and it makes you giggle then you touch your lips.

“What’s wrong?”Ashton squints at you.

“My lips are fuzzy…” you probe them with your fingers. “Like caterpillars.” You gasp. “They’re gonna turn into butterflies and leave!”

“No they won’t, I won’t allow it,” he giggles then moves his fingers forward. They tangle with yours, grazing your parted lips. “Never let these lips go.”

“You better catch ‘em quick.”

And now it’s in slow motion.

You and Ashton meeting in the middle of your conversation pit, lips colliding, fingers threading through hair. And then you’re falling in slow motion, down and back onto the fluffy pillows and comforters. The words of Bob Dylan play overhead, sweeping in and out of your ears. 

Then Ashton is tracing the ladder of your ribs with the length of his fingers. You’re tugging his tank top up and over his muscles leaving his hair fluffed. He traces your lips delicately. You feel each caress.

“You are soft,” he whispers. 

“Are your lips soft and fuzzy, too?”

“Kiss me and find out,” he grins.

It’s slow motion with lips touching lips. His hands are under your shirt again, inching higher and higher until your shirt rolls over your breasts. You rise up gently letting him remove it. Soft palms on your breasts. 

“These are soft, too,” he mumbles. Silken lips trace your neck. Your fingers undo the drawstring of his sweatpants and then you’re skin to skin. 

Bob Dylan transferred to The Weeknd. Ashton’s lips leaving a heated trail down your body. He’s glowing in amber light and he’s rolling your pants down your legs. Hot lips on warm legs, the tips of his hair tickling your knees. Warm lips on lips. 

“All of you is soft, too,” you whisper on his jaw.

Bodies begin to rock and sway. You’re weightless and weighted beneath him. As you connect in hushed whispers you’re ascending. You’re moaning in his ear and his ankle brushes your foot. Fuzziness fills your body and when you laugh it’s like bubbles in his ear. 

“What’s funny?” he smiles, nose bumping yours. 

“Now my feet are fuzzy,” you can’t stop giggling. His hips snap against yours in the perfect way and you moan. You nibble on his ear. His pulls and thrusts elicit intense points of pleasure. 

“You’re silly,” he laces his fingers with yours. Lips brush your ear. “My silly girl.”

Your lovemaking is slow and meticulous, every neuron is fired up. Your head feels fluffy. Your body floating. Ashton is everywhere and anywhere. 

“Love you,” you sigh.

“Love you more.”

Giggles happen with kisses as you ride the rollercoaster of consistent pleasure. It’s exhilarating and relaxing. You tap his side and he rolls over leaving you on top. His hands help guide your hips up and down. Each pull is pulling you tighter and pulling you apart at the same time.

His fingertips graze and squeeze over your skin. His mouth sucks on the soft skin of your neck and then it’s silky against your tongue. Breath to breath you fall apart but Ashton keeps you upright with the motion of his hips until he’s spent as well.

You’re warm and sticky and fuzzy with gooey thoughts and a blissed out smile. He tilts your face up, his fingertips brushing your lips. Your body rises and falls with his breathing, music notes soak over your pores.

“That was a dream,” he says.

“Let’s never wake up,” you shake your head and kiss the pad of his finger. “Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m hungry, can we make popcorn?”

You’ve got on a long tank top and you’re leaning on his counter as you watch the popcorn rotate in the microwave. You’re humming a song to yourself and Ashton rests his hands on your hips.

“What song is that?”

“You don’t know?” 

“Sing a bit for me,” he kisses the top of your bare shoulder.

“My life’s just a carousel spinnin around poppin some corn.”

You both double over in laughter falling to the floor as the popcorn burns above you. It’s still the best popcorn you’ve ever had.

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[creativecupcake]

Shani’s Magical Day on Campus

Warning: Rook and his google translate French! Nothing much other than that!

Shani enjoyed snuggling into her massive bed, yawing as she buried her face back into the warm pillow. It was a lovely morning…until she heard the door gently creak open. 

“Kehehehe!” A familiar snicker floats through the room. Shani hid her giggles, getting ready to spook a certain bat. Feeling a presence leaning over her, she sprang up, clinging onto the body in front of her. 

“Rawr!”

“Oh goodness!” Lilia cried in shock, catching the giggling monster. “It seems we are under attack,” he said with a sly smile. That look sent a shiver down Shani’s spine as she tried to escape the bat’s arms, only to be surprised by tickles. Pure giggles of sunshine welcomed the rest of the Diasomnia family as they entered the room, having let the little girl sleep in a little later. The group couldn’t help but smile at the joy filled giggles, the atmosphere in Diasomnia seemingly lighter than ever. 

Lilia finally stopped his onslaught, placing the girl before her vanity and helping her get ready for the day. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he had missed having a small one to take care of. The whole Diasomnia family seemed to just click with the girl. 

Unwrapping the silk scarf Malleus had let her borrow, the bat fae fluffed up her curls and gushed about making her a mini school uniform. Shani simply puffed out her chest,proudly stating that her Mimi taught her how to care for her curls. Getting the little one clothed back in her pink dress and shoes, Silver handed her a piece of toast (thankfully he and Sebek made a small breakfast while Lilia was distracted with waking her up). Making their way to classes, Lilia detoured to the headmage’s office. Crowley had at least been proactive enough to plan for all the staff before the start of classes.

Upon entering, Shani had perked up, wildly waving at Crewel. The potionology professor couldn’t help but feel a bit smug, especially seeing a certain crow pout about not getting the same greeting. 

“Now, Miss Shani,” Crowley began, “These are our head professors and Sam, our school store manager.” 

“Hiya! Shani Fleur Aleria! It is lovely to meet you,” our lovely little protagonist chirped, bouncing around as Lilia set her down.

Trein was the first to step forward, a warm smile on his lips as he was reminded of his own daughters. “I am Mozus Trein, and this is my familiar Lucius. A pleasure to meet you young lady.” 

“Mra-mrow.” 

“I am not tiny!” Shani gasped, looking at Lucius with offense. 

The adults were startled as many students in the school were just learning beast speak. 

“Mrrr.” 

“Nuh-uh! I’m not a kitten, I’m a big girl! Momma says that’s why I can take care of myself!” Can we all admit that a toddler arguing with an animal is a cute scene?

”Well well, lil Missy,” Sam chuckled, kneeling down to Shani’s height. “Looks like we’ve got a smart lil thing.” 

Shani stared up at Sam, a questioning look in her eyes. “Are you a shadow man? Cause you look like the shadow man from when I visit Mimi. He says he has friends on the other side.” Oh boy, did that make Sam’s day, a sly smile slipping on his lips.

”Well now fair one,” he stood, giving a dramatic bow. “Glad to see you’ve met others on my level. You need anything, feel free to stop by and see my friends and I.” He smiled again, slipping her a piece of candy before stepping back. 

“Don’t go spoiling her with sweets Sam! You need to start them off right to go big and strong,” the man in the tracksuit said, flexing his arms and showing off. “I’m Ashton Vargas and I make sure all these fledgling mages grow strong enough to handle their magic.” 

Crewel rolled his eyes at Vargas’ flexing before showing Shani a small smile. “And you already know me pup. I see you’ve taken good care of those curls.” Eyes turning to Crowley the staff all seemed to get more serious. “Now, Crowley, how do you plan to send the pup home?”

Cue a VERY nervous Crowley, and very unhappy staff. “W-well,” the bird man began. “Sadly, mister Yuu and Shani both come from the same world. The dark mirror could not locate their home anywhere.” This did not improve the mood of those in the office. “From what mister Yuu and I discovered last night, they come from another world, outside of Twisted Wonderland. I was planning to move miss Shani to be with Yuu in the Ramshackle dor-” 

“You what!?” Crewel interjected. 

“To think you would put someone in that derelict dorm.” Trein huffed, Lucius growling in agreement.

”Of course he did, you know that bird cuts corners,” Vargas sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. 

“And now he wants to toss the lil miss in too. My friends on the other side said one of the stairs collapsed last night,” Sam brought up, happy to let the others know. (We all know damn well that Sam loves drama!)

“We-well-” 

“No. We will hold a meeting with the dorm leaders once classes finish and discuss the little pup’s living situation. That will include the young man.” Crewel said, leaving no room for a certain headmage to argue.

”Yes, yes! And as the generous headmage I am, I will give the little one a tour around campus! For I am so generous!” Crowley quickly swept Shani up from where she had been talking to Lucius and rushed out of the office. 

“Should we stop him?” Lilia hesitantly asked, not happy about the bird stealing his baby. (Papa Lilia mode has activated! Prepare for Silver to have a sibling.)

The staff sighed in exasperation before Crewel finally spoke up. 

“Leave them be for now. I trust the pup, and if need be she can turn him into a plushie again.” 

“She can what?!” Vargas shouted. 

“Do you think she would be willing to do so when he tries to skip his duties again?” Trein joked. 

“Mraaaaa-ow!” 

“Yes, Lucius could use a new toy.”

”I’d be more than willing to add to my stock,” Sam teased as they all went to their classes. 

“And this is the Main Street, where we lovingly put statues of the Great-” Fwoom! A giant ball of fire seemed to eat a statue as they approached. Shani was glad for a break. They hadn’t even been walking 10 minutes but the bird seemed to forget she was small! Having to constantly run to keep up with the air headed mage was NOT fun. 

“YuuYuu!” She cheered, seeing Yuu stand off to the side as Crowley lectured the magic users. “How you?” 

Yuu chuckled, happy to have Shani’s positive energy. “Well, I’m staying until they can find us a way home. At the moment I’m in charge of taking care of Grim, ya know, the monster from last night.” He paused, looking at the burnt statue. “Sadly he and Ace burned the Queen of Hearts statue to a crisp, and I’m sure we’ll get in trouble for that.” 

“And Mister Yuu, I believe I told you no more trouble! All three of you will wash one hundred windows as punishment! Now, Mister Yuu, go to the well in the main courtyard and get some water to scrub all the soot off the statue. I will make sure to have cleaning supplies delivered here when you return.” Yuu nodded and went off with Grim, who sent Shani a secret wave. 

“Now come along Miss Shani, we will escort Mister Trappola to his class and continue on.” Poor Shani groaned, looks like she was back to running to try and keep up with long legs. Both the bird and teen seemed to be mumbling in frustration as they marched on. Dropping the boy off, Shani waved at Crewel, before they were back off again. 

Nearly tripping over, Shani stopped, noticing that one of the ribbons on her shoes had come undone. Quickly kneeling down she got to retying it. Over, under, watch the bunny’s ears, and done! A perfect pretty bow…and an empty hallway. Uh oh. Freaking out, our tiny tot tried to remember the way to Yuu, or Crewel’s room, when a giant shadow came over her. 

“Oya, oya? What we got here, a lost fry?” A high pitched voice lazily teased. Oh look, a giant with sharp teeth. “I wanna squeeze such a little thing.” Cue a big scary smile.

”Squeeze? You want a hug? Ok!” And cue Shani totally missing the threat. What can she say, he seems fun. And everyone loves a good hug. (Someone may have to tell her certain people do NOT like random hugs.)

Floyd was too confused. He was used to others, from adults to children, being scared of him, if not a little unnerved by his menacing aura. But here was this tiny fry that didn’t even reach his knees, jumping to hug him around the waist. Hm… he’d hand it to her, she had a good squeeze. Mood lifted, he happily picked up the tiny one, this is his now he thought as he walked off. 

“Why aren’t you in class Floyd?” Shani asked as she nibbled on the chips they had grabbed from a vending machine they wandered by. 

“Don’t wanna. Too boring.” Floyd whined as he stuffed his face. “Plus Jade put me in a bad mood.” 

“Aw, but you’re really smart. I’m sure you can do it.” Shani jumped up, climbing the hug Floyd around his shoulders. “Show that meanie Jade that you’re better than him!” Well that was an ego boost for Floyd. His little fry was so cute and cheering him on, now he was in the mood to show off. Plus Shani had told him about the headmage abandoning her tour, so he could show her around his classes. 

The door to Trein’s class slammed open, five minutes after the bell. Eyes turned to see a beaming Floyd enter, with the little girl from orientation wrapped around his neck. 

“Leech, what is the meaning of this?” Trein growled, hoping that the eel hadn’t kidnapped a child. Lucius glared letting out a sound of distress. 

“Heya, teach. Headmage abandoned the fry so I adopted her. Problem?” 

“Hi Mister Trein!” Shani waved, enjoying the piggyback ride Floyd was giving her. “Can I stay with Floyd? He’s fun and he gave me chips!” That did not calm Trein down. He doubted Floyd would actually harm the child, but Floyd’s moods were well known. Trein wasn’t even surprised about Crowley losing a child. Sighing, he could feel a headache coming on. 

“Leech, take a seat and hand Miss Shani this paper and colors,” he summoned said items and handed them over. Writing a quick note he handed it to Lucius. “Lucius will inform the other staff about this…situation. Miss Shani please stay with Mister Leech for now and please try to stay quiet for the class.” With that Lucius left to deliver the news and Trein started his class.

The bell rang for lunch and Floyd, gently, tossed Shani over his shoulder. The odd duo had made it through three classes, Shani even being able to help with Floyd’s mood swings. She had handed out drawings to students and teachers alike throughout the classes. First class she had made a lovely portrait of Trein and Lucius. Second period had been a class on beast speak and she had spotted a cute redhead with strands that looked like a heart, he had accepted her art but seemed a bit awkward. The last class had been potions! 

Crewel was 1000% not pleased about the situation, but after checking Shani over he let it go. She had a lot of fun with potions. Crewel had deemed her his little assistant and she had spent the period running around, delivering ingredients, pointing out when students didn’t follow the safety rules, and she got to help Floyd stir his potion (with strict supervision from Crewel). After handing off the latest drawing of the black and white haired professor, Floyd carried her off to lunch. 

“Oh my, I’d heard word of you adopting a fry, but I didn’t think it would last.” A Floyd look-a-like teased as they sat at a table. 

“A not Floyd!” Shani gasped, doing a double check between the twins. “Yes! That means double giant friend!” Well that was not the reaction Jade was expecting as Azul joined the table. 

“Yeah, Not-Floyd! This is my lil Tadpole! She’s awesome just like me!” 

“Tadpole?” Azul questioned. He was used to Floyd’s nicknames but they were usually sea creatures. 

“Yeah, she’s a real bouncy thing! She’s so tiny but can jump real big to get things, so she’s a frog. But she’s just a baby, so Tadpole.” Azul wouldn’t say it, but it made sense. From the little time he had been around the girl she had been bursting with energy and bouncing all over the place. 

“Well, welcome Miss Shani. As you know I’m Azul and-” 

“Do you really have a restaurant? Floyd says you have one and it’s REALLY pretty! But how d’ya do that? My momma has a restaurant and she says it’s so hard to run! You must be really, really, really smart to run one and do school!” Ah, Shani has started to ramble yet again. Don’t blame her, Floyd has been bragging about how cool he and his dorm are and may have played up the lounge a bit. But it was a nice ego boost for Azul. And what was that, her mother also runs an eatery?

“A-ah. Yes, I run the Mostro Lounge and Floyd and…not Floyd assist me.” Oh, Azul was happy to join in this. The little one may not have noticed but the not Floyd nickname was obviously irking Jade. And it was so rare that Azul and Floyd could tease the older eel. “I’m sure it would be lovely if you were to stop by the lounge. Floyd is quite the talented cook, when he’s in the mood.” 

“Hey!” Floyd shouted, scooping Shani into his arms. “Don’t talk about me to my Tadpole that way! You’re just jealous she likes me more.” He pouted, giving Shani a big squeeze. 

“Floyd!” The rest of the Octotrio jumped up, ready to pull the eel away from the little girl, only to hear soft giggles. Freezing the duo watched as the blonde haired girl happily returned Floyd’s squeeze. It seemed to totally relax the moody eel. To say Jade and Azul were shocked was an understatement. Both fell back into their seats as Floyd sat Shani down and gave her her food. 

“Didn’t Floyd’s squeeze hurt?” Azul asked, still in shock. 

“Not really,” Shani swallowed her rice and chicken. “His hugs are like my Mimi’s.” Another shock, this time for the whole trio. She was comparing Floyd’s bone breaking squeezes to a grandmother’s hug? “Everyone always says Mimi’s hugs break their backs, but they just feel snug and comfy to me!” 

“My, my,” Jade smile, looking down at Shani with curiosity. “It seems like you’ve found an interesting one, Floyd. What a curious little Tadpole.”

“You sound like my Mimi when she’s talking to her sisters about gossip!” Shani let slip. 

“Oh?” Jade was interested, seems this Mimi may fit in the Leech family. 

“Yeah, my Mimi is a triplet. She started her own shop with her sisters and she gets that same smile when she has to talk to meanie customers.” Shani pointed her spoon right at the smile growing on Jade’s face. “Mimi says it’s best to have a smile on your face and let others think they’ve won. Then - wham!” She stabbed her spoon back in her bowl. “You hand them an embarrassing defeat!” 

“Oh my, Floyd, I think Mimi might fit right in the family,” Jade jokes, both of the tweels snickering. Azul did not want to think about the Leech family gaining a member, but he would admit that Shani’s company added a pleasant atmosphere to the group. The Octavinelle group had a rather enjoyable lunch, Shani got rather curious when she found out about them being mermen and asked a multitude of questions. Azul may have left lunch feeling prideful from all of the girl’s praise. And Jade may be a bit too excited when Shani let it slip that her Pépère took her hiking and was teaching her to forage/survive. 

Next period was PE and Vargas was more than happy to announce that a friend of his on Sage island had a child’s broom that he could borrow. This class was a mix of second and third years so he instructed them all to keep an eye out for the little girl. 

“You ever flown Tadpole?” Floyd asked helping her put on knee and elbow pads Vargas had given them. She’d also been gifted a set of shorts and a first year shirt that looked more like a dress. 

“I got practice flying at home, but I never used a broom.” Shani mumbled, trying to tie the elbow pads herself. “What about you Floydie? You must be really good at flying!”

”Nah. Flying can be fun, and I’m better than Jade and Azul, but us merfolk have some issues flying.” 

“Alarie!” Vargas’ voice cut through the field. “Come show us what you got.” Shani bounced in place as Floyd finished her padding. Grabbing her broom she bound over, stopping just in front of Vargas and giving him a cheery salute. 

“Reporting for duty!”

Vargas laughed as he kneeled down to point out the goal. “You’re going to try your best to fly the course. Fly up 50 feet and go through those three rings. Fly down and grab a flag from that bar near the ground. Then fly around the field and ring the bell on the other side before racing back here.” With that he ruffled her locks, standing back up. “Just try your best it’s a test to see what you need to learn about flying. Don’t push yourself too hard and no feet off the ground until I blow my whistle. Understood?”

“Yessir!”

“Alright, remember: safety first! Three, two, one-” Tweeeet! 

“Allons-y!” Shani exclaimed, catching the attention of a certain hunter as she shot off. Most of the students (and Vargas) were worried about her speed as she rapidly approached the hoops. Zipping up and down, left and right she weaved her way through, a mess of giggles being carried by the wind. Just as they started to relax, she seemed to drop right out of the sky! Vargas was quick to grab his magical pen before she leveled out and quickly was coming up on the flags! Right as she was upon them she seemed to go upside down on the broom, not even stopping as she grabbed a flag on the go! Just as she got back on the broom she picked up speed again heading straight for the bell. Ding! They could hear it loud and clear from across the field! It was such a simple thing but for some reason the class felt almost like they were watching a spelldrive game with how hard their hearts were pumping. Before they knew it Shani landed back at Vargas’ side and he stopped his stop watch. 

Silence hung for a minute before Floyd shot forward, cheering for his little Tadpole. The rest of the class cheered and many began to tell the little one how cool she’d looked. Especially when someone had pointed out that she had tied her flag in her hair like a ribbon. 

“Well of course, it was the prettiest color there.” Said like this was some common fact. Oh look now a certain model has his eye on you Shani. 

“A-a new record.” Oh and look Vargas looks like a proud Papa crying over how his baby broke a school record. 

“Merveilleux ! Such beautiful and elegant flight, like a baby bird stepping out of the nest! C’est génial,” an overexcited blonde cheered, popping out of nowhere. 

“Rook! Don’t startle the child,” Vil scolded, coming to stand by them. 

“Ah, my apologies petite dame.” 

“Pas de soucis,” Shani responded, shocking them all with the language change. “Merci beaucoup for the compliment Monsieur.” And now Rook’s interest has become an obsession, good luck Shani. 

“Oh! Another versed in the language of beauté! Incroyable! And your accent only adds to your adorable aspects! We simply must talk, si nous pouvons?” Rook asked, offering Shani his hand, like a gentleman!

Shani looked up at Floyd with curious eyes. Floyd couldn’t help but pout, he didn’t want Seagull and Betta Fish to steal his little Tadpole, but he did know that he like to roam when he felt like it. 

“Fine, Tadpole can wander around, but make sure to let me or the teachers know.” Was this what his parents felt like taking care of him and Jade? With that he handed Tadpole over to Betta Fish and went as Vargas was calling him for his test. 

“As Roi du Poison said, I am Rook Hunt. And you fillette?” 

“Hello Monsieur Chasseur, I am Shani Fleur Alarie! Lovely to meet you!” 

“Oh please not another one…” Don’t worry Vil, she’s not as bad as Rook. 

“Ah, Fillette Fleur, how lovely!” 

“Why do you call the Riene, Roi du Poison. He’s clearly a queen, he’s the prettiest man I ever seen!” Shani corrected the over enthusiastic blonde. This was just the boost Vil had needed, he had made the mistake of checking rankings this morning. 

“Well, aren’t you a smart sweet potato?” Vil smiled, patting Shani’s head. 

“Course! My Mimi taught me how to spot the pretty in people. She says ‘Everyone has their own unique beauty, our job is making sure the outside perfectly reflects that!’ That’s why Mimi made me my perfect outfit!” Shani gushed, always proud to talk about her grandmother. 

“Oh? Another hunter of beauté? Tell me, how does your Grand-mère help others find their ‘perfect look’?” Rook questioned. 

“Mimi is a seamstress. She makes perfect, one of a kind, items for her clients. She says different styles highlight the best points in different people. Mimi was even in a magazine cause she made the gala dress for a princess last year!” Shani waved her hand and a magazine proofed into existence. On the front cover was a gorgeous flowing dress, the woman in it looking like an ethereal beauty. The title? The Fairest of Them All.

Vil had worked with plenty of designers before, so he could tell quality from a glance, and this was quality. The dress fit the woman perfectly, and highlighted all her best qualities. Her long legs looked gorgeous with the delicate loose train. The unique shape of the neckline added interest and drew the eye to her face. The beading and embroidery was clearly handmade. Overall it was top quality and clearly made with passion. 

“Oh my! What a unique shape! And the hand stitching is so well done. Truly a fit for a queen,” Rook praised, glancing at Vil. The hunter already know what was going through the beauty’s head.

”Oh yeah! The beading was my favorite part to do!” The blonde duo’s heads snapped to look down at the girl. 

“Do?”

”Fillette Fleur, did you have a hand in this masterpiece?” 

“Oh yeah, I help Mimi and my Unties with lots of their pieces. I help Mimi with the doodles and coloring sometimes, but I help my Unties with details like beading and embroidering LOTS!” She stretched out her arms to add emphasis. “My Untie Jojo says they are getting old and I need to practice so I can be a designer too!” 

“Untie? Do you mean your aunts?” 

“Yeah! My Mimi started her store with her sisters! Mimi is the designer and Untie Jojo and Untie Cece help her make the designs real. Mimi says they’re a triple threat!” 

“How touching! A true family affair! My heart is set ablaze by their conviction!” 

And just like that they spent the rest of the period talking fashion, makeup, and beauty. As the period ended Shani decided to stay with the Pomfiore, wanting to show Vil her doodles of dresses. Giving an upset Floyd a big hug, she gifted him was a picture. He was looking forward to showing off the drawing clearly labeled with Floyd, Azul, and Not Floyd. He was the biggest figure and Shani had added a lovely cape and crown to his design. 

For the final class of the day Shani returned to Crewel’s class for lessons on Alchemy. Upon arriving Vil pulled the professor aside and seemed to be having a deep discussion as they looked over the magazine. Rook was currently distracting Shani with a conversation on her family and language. Our eccentric huntsman was curious to hear that her Pépère's country of origin spoke the language of beauté and how he fell for her uniquely wild Mimi. Shani, of course, was more than pleased to ramble about the outstanding people in her family. 

When the class started Crewel handed our little artist a set of colors and papers, close to his own design tools. To distract her he set a challenge of designing her own school uniform with her unique flare. Shani took to the challenge immediately, by the time the class ended she had a variety of designs littering her desk, some even falling to the floor, clearly discarded. Crewel could see some of himself in the girl as she focused in on a design, clearly frustrated that it was missing that certain something! She had designs with different jackets, skirts, shorts, pants. She had different details on embroidery and the gold trim that lined the jackets and pants. Each one was unique and had a clear style, but she didn’t seem wholly pleased with any. 

“Pup, it is the end of the day, gather your things so we can meet with the housewardens and staff.”

”But I don’t have my perfect design yet! It’s just missing something!” Shani whined, clearly upset that she hadn’t completed the task. 

“Well Sweet Potato, which is your favorite design so far? What do you feel is missing?” Vil asked, helping her gather her papers. Shani seemed to light up as he quickly grabbed two papers, happily showing them off. The trio walked off, discussing the designs what was missing, what could be changed, etc. Rook was more than happy to trail them, enjoying listening to the discussion. 

When the other housewardens and staff arrived at the meeting room they were gifted to see the trio standing around the table happily completing the design and excitedly adding small details and ideas for variations. Ah, to be a fashionista. Upon seeing that the others had arrived the trio broke up. Crewel picked up Shani and her drawings as Vil took a seat along with all the other dorm heads (and Rook stepped up behind his queen). 

“As you all know Shani and another student arrived at our orientation. Our headmage, who seems to have skipped this meeting,” Crewel growled, noticing a certain bird was not in attendance. “Was able to find out that they are not from Twisted Wonderland at all.” This broke a murmur between the students. “He has also made the wise decision to house them both in the Ramshackle dorm out by the botanical garden.” Another wave of murmurs entered the room.

Trein cleared his voice, gathering the boys’ attention. 

“We’ve agreed that the little one and Yuu, the other student, should be housed together as they come from the same world and having some familiarity may bring them some comfort. However, the dorm is currently not in any condition to house the two.” 

“That’s why you baby mages will be helping house our little racer and the magicless student until we can get the dorm livable this weekend!” Vargas loudly stated. 

“Each dorm will take a day to house them, and you will treat them well,” Crewel emphasized, looking around the room. 

“We’ve come up with a schedule for housing,” Trein handed out papers to the teens. “The little one is to be with a Housewarden or Vice at all times. If anything comes up you may bring her to a member of staff, but she is to be your house’s responsibility for the entire day.” He sent a look to certain individuals.

“Oh dear, I hope I’m not interrupting,” a familiar voice came from the door. 

“Lily!” Shani cheered, jumping out of Crewel’s arms and rushing to give the bat a hug. 

“My, my little one, hello to you too,” he cooed, picking her up and approaching the table. “Sorry that I’m late, Diasomnia didn’t get the notice of meeting until classes had already ended and by then Malleus had wandered off.” 

“Ah, Mister Vanrouge, thank you for showing up. It would have been best if Mister Draconia was here, but you can inform him.” Trein said, handing Lilia the sheet over Shani’s housing. 

“Oi, teach why am I the first to look after the brat?” Leona rudely asked. Silence took over the room as the students looked more closely at the sheet. 

“I’m surprised Leona, you would think you’re scared of the Sweet Potato,” Vil taunted. “If you are afraid you aren’t up for the task, Pomfiore would be glad to house our guests for two nights.”

”Oya, if that’s the case, Malleus would be more than willing to keep the little Princess,” Lilia jested, booping Shani on the nose. Leona seemed to only get more and more irritated as most of the other housewardens joined in on offering to take the duo in for a second night. 

“Enough!” Leona growled, standing from his seat. “I’ll take the dang brat,” he huffed, snatching her from Lilia and walking off with her under his arm like a sack. Shani just burst into giggles as she was carried off, waving goodbye to the remaining group.

Had to cut this short cause it was getting so long! Hope y’all enjoyed. Feel free to message/ask me about any questions or scenarios ya got for Shani’s adventures.

Taglist: @helpful2468

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Michael/Luke/Calum Masterlist

A Dirty Girl with a Lot of Passion (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 4k

Summary: Michael's got a tongue piercing and Luke really wants to try it out. He ends up biting off more than he can handle in the best way.

Attachment - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 3k

Summary: Michael has created a group with Luke and Calum called I Hate It Here Michael (3:23): Be honest are either of you paying attention rn

good girls (ao3) - no_clue_who E, 8k

Summary: Calum is failing her classes, Michael is her girlfriend and they want to fuck Luke.

Green Light (ao3) - SpencerKnight E, 181k

Summary: Class is an age old concept–almost as old as the concept of human slavery, and in a world where buying humans is a standard behavior by those who can afford it, Luke’s only hope as a member of the lower class is that he falls into the hands of a decent buyer–the hands of Ashton Irwin and his partners. Luke knows he has one chance to please his buyers or he risks getting put back on the market, but he’s thrown for a loop when Ashton admits that Luke is the one that gets to call the shots. In an attempt to find security with the trio, Luke braces himself and gives them the green light to do whatever they want with him.

He had no idea they would refuse.

Ham And Eggs (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance E, 4k

Summary: Calum was jealous because Luke was apparently having too much sex with Michael. Luke was jealous because he thought Calum and Michael were having sex. And Michael just rolls with everything; thus, ended up having sex with both Luke and Calum when Luke simply asked.

Hearts On Fire (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 15k

Summary: "So, this is all incentive? I can get behind that." Calum kisses him again, but then lets him go. His eyes don't stop roaming Michael's body, though, making him feel regarded in the best way. Smirking, and reaching for his uniform, Calum continues, "What do we get if we win?"

"Yeah, Mikes," Luke says, wrapping his arms around Michael's waist from behind. "What's in it for us?"

"Oh, I have plans for that possibility," Michael teases, covering Luke's arms with his own.

Or the OT3 college au literally everyone is probably sick of, but here's another one, anyway, because i like spoiling my friends x

I'm Wrapped Around Your Finger (ao3) - mariawritesstuff (orphan_account) G, 5k

Summary: Calum goes to Brazil for a football thing. Michael and Luke miss him lots.

Or, a fic based on Wrapped Around Your Finger.

Meatballs (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance E, 3k

Summary: An idea popped into Luke's head when he saw Calum and Michael sharing food, right before Calum made a statement about balls. That, combined with something Michael had said weeks ago, led Luke's brain to work faster and thus, the birth of that plan. All he had to do was get to Michael and convince Calum.

or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined? (ao3) - galacticsugar T, 2k

Summary: Michael doesn’t say it often. Or ever, really. He might say “I love this band,” or he might even tell the other guys he loves them, in a casual “love you, bro!” kind of way. But he doesn’t get sentimental. He doesn’t let on to the depth of how much he cares about his boys.

Sunshine and Petal (ao3) - VCCV T, 66k

Summary: “And just like that, Michael became a dad.”

Only it wasn’t anywhere close to that easy. Michael adopts two little girls in desperate need of a family, and in turn, realizes just how much he needed one as well. Luke and Calum are there every step of the way to love and support him, but really…this is a love story between Michael and his girls.

two's a crowd, three's a party (ao3) - orphan_account E, 10k

Summary: Luke starts fluffing for Calum, Michael gets jealous, and maybe they have a threesome.

You Have The Sun, I Have The Moon (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 53k

Summary: Michael Clifford has always wanted a soulmate.

He’s yet to meet them, but he knows when he does, nobody will compare in his eyes, and nobody will captivate him like his soulmate does. His biggest dream in life is to have someone, someone bound to him through a divine, cosmic destiny, and to give them all of the love he possibly can. It’s the one thing in life he knows, without a doubt, he’ll be great at.

-

When Michael finds his soulmate in the clumsy boy from the deli, he thinks it's going to be smooth sailing from there. Fate, on the other hand, has a far bumpier road in store for them. 

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Liverpool Women 0-1 Manchester United Women

Bounce back accomplished.

Conti Cup action for United off the back of a weekend defeat at home to Manchester City, and a chance for slightly out-of-favour players to force their way back into Mark Skinner's plans.

Lucia Garcia back in the team, and wouldn't you know it, United looked SHARP with the sweary Spaniard hassling the Liverpool defence.

Garcia went close early on in the first half with a curled effort aimed at the top right corner, but the outswinging effort veered just wide. Rachel Williams also fluffed a straightforward header from a beautifully floated Nikita Parris cross. Parris decided to take manners into her own hands, and drifting from left to centre she held off three Liverpool players to ping a ball top left corner and 1-0 United.

Liverpool showed more bite in the second half, which led to some sensational keeping from United's no2 Phallon Tullis-Joyce. The American marine biologist didn't look like a fish out of water as she pulled off a clutch double save to preserve United's lead.

Lucia Garcia had a speculative effort in an attempt to make it 2-0, but the best chance fell to loanee Melvine Malard whose curling effort just wasn't quite angled wide enough to curve round the Liverpool keeper Micah and into the net.

A good win for United which on paper showed a slight advantage in possession and shots on target, which ultimately paid off. Not bad for a "second string" side, but with so many names who regularly play First XI the United squad is looking better in depth than perhaps it ever has before - albeit still with a few issues at full back.

Next up, a trip to Ashton Gate and southwest Bristol to face off against Bristol City; bottom of the WSL league. A record women's attendance has already been confirmed, and yours truly will be in amongst the away end cheering on United. Up the fucking reds!

[ashton-ryder]

"You sound like my sergeant trying to train me in solitary confinement," Ashton snorted at the memory, he was always a fidgety person aching for things to do 24/7 since young. Doing nothing is sometimes doing something, he tried to hammer into young cadet Ashton. Guess it didn't really stick. But he liked the idea of still being able to solve problems stuck in his room, "well if you have a problem to solve with my brain, you know which door to slip it under to." An appreciative smile grew, knowing Mr Wexley was trying to make him feel better. Even if he sits still, his mind his constantly working, might as well put it to good use rather than stray onto a wayward path. Ash looked down to the notebook, thumbing the pages; the first half was actually his physics notes, and slowly evolved to maps, scout observations and survival notes, "just a trained habit. They always say intel is your best weapon." It's why a part of him still wants to believe his comrades were still out there, fighting for the city, even if everything that's happened laid out in front of him says otherwise.

Honestly he felt as if he was in trouble, as if walking into a principal's office. There was an uneasiness at first when Ash moved as instructed and sat up straight on the chair, listening intently to Mr Wexley's words to him. Perhaps he just wanted Ash's opinion on it. A committee would be helpful to build structure in this micro community, yet it could also completely backfire, creating a hierarchical landscape that sows discontentment. Ash was crafting his opinion on the idea until he heard the rest of Mr Wexley's sentence and request and he blinked processing the words. "Didn't we just talk yesterday about how I'm not meant to be a leader?" Ashton cracked a joke, but mostly as his way of stalling for his own reply. He paused in silence as he fell deep in thought, thumb absentmindedly flicking through the pages on the notebook in his lap, eyes gazing into empty air but slowly scanning through as if creating a mental rundown of the proposal.

There was hesitation in his gaze but as he took a breath and closed his eyes, lifting them up again to face the other with a serious tone and gaze reserved for his special ops missions, "we're gonna need a map of Manhattan. A big one. A list of volunteers and their skillsets, no lying or fluffing it up - it's not a resume, work out ideal team allocations and.." he thought back to the others he spoke to as they thought about volunteering, "a space, for people to learn to defend themselves before going out there. They have to be physically and mentally prepared to go out there if they want to make it all back alive."

"Well, I don't think anyone would ever consider you useless, Son. Maybe it's a good lesson in sitting still. Besides, with all that other work done maybe we could figure out newer things to turn all that brain power onto." Eyes dropping to the notebook as it made his appearance, Tobias couldn't help the appreciative chuckle that accompanied his acknowledging nod. "Seems you're way ahead of me, I shouldn't be surprised."

Reaching the heavy and ornately carved ebony french doors to his office, Tobias opened on side for Ashton and ushered him in with a gently guiding wave of his hand. Closing it carefully behind him, that same gesture offered him a chair as he took his own at his desk. "Had I had any doubts about what I wanted to ask you, they'd have been wiped away just now, Mr. Ryder." Demeanour taking on a lighter version of his businessman persona, there was still an almost playful nature to the professionalism he'd taken on.

"I've been thinking it's time we establish a sort of committee here. Not even really a governing body, essentially, but organization is going to be essential the longer this continues. Rosie for rations, Charlie has already agreed to head inventory. Toby will head the medical personel of course..." Trailing off as much to build tension as anything, he paused a beat before dropping the other shoe. "And I'd like you to head up the Scouts, partnered with Zach Sanders, of course. That way he can take over while you're in quarantine."

[ashtons-lemon-tree]

Heartbreak Girl

(I mostly wrote this cause I kept remembering the story of how the guys first met Ash and his purple shirt wearing ass that didn’t like FIFA made the other 3 think of him as weird)

Y/n-your name

Y/e/n-your ex’s name

Y/e/n didn’t cheat on you. In fact, your breakup was a simple drifting apart and you had both agreed that it’d be better than being together unhappily. Wishing the best for each other, you both went your separate ways but man did it hurt. It was your first breakup and whilst knowing you had fallen out of love with y/e/n, being in the relationship made you not have to face your true feelings. Until you broke up that is.

It had been 2 weeks but that didn’t stop you from wearing the same oversized hoodie that was a hand-me-down from Ashton when it no longer fit him. Along with a pair of leggings, your hair looking somewhat of a rat’s nest. You’d taken to playing video games, one in particular being FIFA. You had holed up in your room, shutting everyone including Ashton out, only leaving to go to the bathroom and eat.

Timing it to when Ashton and his bandmates left, even when they came back with food for you. One of them, usually Michael would leave it by the door and knock so you’d know. It was after those 2 weeks that Ashton had enough, knowing you needed to talk about it or it would lead to a bigger mess. He hadn’t even bothered to knock, he opened your door, frowning when he saw you cocooned in a blanket. A controller in your hand and a cardboard container almost entirely full of chicken nuggets from McDonald’s in front of you.

‘Hey bub?’ Pausing the game, you looked over at Ashton, hating that he had to see you this way but not knowing any other way to deal with it. With no response but a sigh, he shifted closer taking the other controller from off your desk. ‘Ash, whatcha doing? You never play FIFA.’ 

‘Well, my sister aka my best friend on this Earth even more than my bandmates is hurting and won’t tell me why but won’t stop playing FIFA so here I am playing FIFA to cheer them up’

And after winning and letting him win a few games as he was god awful, you told him why you’d been holed up in your room. ‘I thought I was okay with breaking up with y/e/n. They hadn’t cheated on me or treated me terrible but we just didn’t connect anymore you know?’ Pushing the sweater sleeves over your hands before continuing. ‘But I don’t know why it hurts this bad.’

Taking both of the controllers, Ashton turned off the console before returning the controllers to their rightful place. Moving the chicken nuggets, holding his arms out for you to snuggle into as he knew you couldn’t have possibly slept well the past 2 weeks with heartbreak on your chest.

. , ,

‘Ash buddy, you home?’ Once on the second floor, Michael and Luke followed the snores before stopping in front of y/n’s door. ‘And looks like we’ll be back later’

~Fin~

[getsojaded]

part v: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: swearing, slightly sexual towards the end, calum hood x she/her reader

a/n: not the strongest chapter, but i promise shit gets juicy after this, bare with me! hope u enjoy

Having this hotel booked quite some time ago, it was no surprise to the pair that there was only one bed. Were they disappointed? No. But they’d never tell each other that. 

Y/N had quickly changed into pajamas and cleaned up before crawling into bed, laying beside a very sleepy Calum. “Food coma?” She asks him, rolling on her side so that she could face him. “So tired,” Calum nods in response, starting to get under the covers before Y/N stops him.

“No. You’re wearing outside clothes. And you just ate. Brush your teeth. Change.” She scolds him, making Calum lazily get up from the bed and trudge towards the bathroom. “Okay, boss.” He murmurs, shutting the bathroom door behind him. 

As Y/N’s laying in bed alone, she realizes that she herself is extremely tired as well. Comfortable in her position, she brings the covers up to her chin and closes her eyes. She’s so close to falling asleep, until- 

“You gonna move from the middle of the bed for me or what?” Calum’s voice fills the bedroom, causing Y/N to open her eyes and groan at the sight of her ex, standing at the edge of the bed. “I was so comfy.” 

“So was I, but I got forced out of it by somebody in this room. Move it, missy.” He sarcastically scolds the sleepy girl beside him, resulting in her groaning at him and slowly shifting towards the right side of the bed. Calum happily crawls in, the two of them laying on their backs as the only light illuminating their room is the dimly lit lamp to the side of Y/N.

The room’s quiet, the only thing you could hear being their breaths getting heavier as they entered their well deserved sleep. “Goodnight, Cal.” Y/N softly says, turning to her side to face the man beside her. “Night, Y/N. Sleep well.” 

As Calum turns the lamp light off and gets comfy in the king sized bed, Y/N touches his arm softly and whispers. “Let’s not make this awkward. I’m still me, and you’re still you. We’ll be fine.” 

His breath hitches at the sound of her words, grabbing her hand softly and squeezing it. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.” He responds.

He hopes that she’s right.

–

“Get your heavy ass arm off of me,” is the first thing Y/N groans out, as she takes Calum’s arm and swings across his body. Cal had a solid sleep, Y/N uncomfortably waking up to his forearm pressed onto her eyes and nose. 

Calum shakes himself awake, wondering what the hell that sudden force was. He looks to his right and sees a very annoyed Y/N, frowning as she rubs her eyes and gets up. “What happened?” He asks confusedly, sitting up on the bed. “You happened!” She exclaims half mad. “Woke up to your dumbass arm suffocating me.” Calum chuckles at her state of annoyance, as he follows her into the bathroom to get ready for the day. “I’m about to shower, why are you coming in?” Y/N asks suspiciously, reaching for a towel on the rack. He groans at her, asking “Can I go first? We both know you take an atrocious amount of time to get ready. I’ll be quick, I promise.” 

“Ha, funny.. No. Get the fuck out.” Y/N blatantly responds, laughing as she gives him a light shove out of the bathroom and closing the door immediately, locking it. “Asshole!” He exclaims, chuckling as he falls back on the bed, thankful for the extra rest time he gets, at least. 

At least forty-five minutes go by with Y/N still in the washroom. Calum huffs, getting up from his laid out position on the bed and banging on the bathroom door. “What the hell is taking so long?!” 

Y/N swings the door open, revealing herself in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp as dots of foundation are planted all over her face. “I’m not done yet!” She responds, about to close the door on him once again. “Can I take my damn shower? You can stay in here, just let me use the bathroom too.” He groans, taking his palms together and practically begging her to let him in. Y/N rolls her eyes, opening the door wider for him. “Fine. But no shower singing.” 

“No promises, funny gal.”

Calum takes a good fifteen minutes to fully wash himself, and as for Y/N, she’s still only on her blush and bronzer for her makeup routine. She hears the shower turn off which doesn’t think too much of, but when she makes eye contact with the naked man beside her in the mirror, she yelps and drops her makeup brush. “Calum! Why did you open the shower curtain?!” 

“What, you expected me to stay in here until you were done? I have to get ready too!” His wet, still naked body steps out of the shower onto the mat beneath him, water dripping from his hair as he reaches for a towel on the empty rack. “Y/N. I need a towel.” 

Y/N sheepishly looks down at the towel she’s still wearing, scoping out the situation and now realizing that the both of them are practically naked, one piece of cloth being the only thing covering her bare body. “I’ll get another one from the closet,” She embarrassingly mutters, walking out of the bathroom for a brief moment to grab him one. Y/N hurriedly passes Calum the towel, staring a little too long at his lower half.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” He smirks at her, wrapping the towel around his waist. She scoffs at him, looking at him with wide eyes. “Too soon, man,” She responds, as she sets her face with her setting spray, turning to Calum and giving him a small spritz of it as well. “Hey!” He shakes his head, shocked by the sudden mist of water. “Not my fault you were eyeing me.” 

“Your literal cock was out. If it was any other man, I would have done the same thing.” Y/N tells him, moving to the side of the counter to give him space, so that he could blow dry his hair. “Okay but answer this honestly.. Does it look like anything has changed about me?” 

“Shut up, Cal!” 

– 

“So what is the plan today?” Calum asks Y/N as she finally is finished getting ready. Calum had gotten ready later than her, yet managed to finish about thirty minutes before she did. Typical Y/N behaviour, and Calum’s used to it. He takes a look at her outfit, which consists of a black sports bra and baby blue biker shorts. “Today, we are hiking!” She excitedly responds, pulling out her phone and taking a seat next to him to show him the photos of the potential trails they could go on. “So this one’s called Mount Koubou. It takes like two and a half hours, and hikers said that once you reach the top, you can see Mount Fuji,” She tells him, as he takes her phone and scrolls through the various photos “It’s cherry blossom season too, so it will be extra pretty for photos! And here’s the other one, this one’s called Nokogiriyama. This one takes around four hours, and there’s like some super steep steps but we end up super high up. Up to you.” 

“Definitely Mount Koubou. I’m extremely out of shape,” He responds, laughing as he passes her phone back. “Well, it looks like I need to change.” Y/N takes a look at his outfit compared to hers, knowing that his black button up shirt and black jeans will come back to bite him in the ass if he doesn’t change his outfit. “Did I even pack any hiking clothes? I didn’t know we were gonna be doing this shit.” Calum rummages through his suitcase, only finding a pair of athletic shorts. “Here, take this,” Y/N tosses him one of her oversized band tees that was meant for her pajamas. “Either that, or you can take one of my sports bras. Your choice.” She giggles as he walks into the bathroom. “Pajama tee will do very well, thank you very much.” He responds sarcastically.

They make their way down to the hotel lobby and walk outside towards the nearest taxi once Calum finishes changing his clothes. She briefly tells the taxi driver their destination, and the driver closes the partition and begins to make his way there. “Why did you wear makeup on a hike?” Calum asks her, almost out of nowhere. “Well, I have to look good for the photos! Oh by the way, you are going to be my photographer today, thank you very much.” 

“Since when did I agree to this?” He sassily replies, shooting Y/N a look. “Since I said so. Don’t worry, I’ll take some for you too! There was this photo I saw on Instagram that I wanna recreate, it’s like where these stairs are and there’s cherry blossoms everywhere. Apparently it looks nicer in the evening because these lanterns light up, but knowing us we’ll probably get lost and it’ll be super dark and scary by the time we finish. Also, there’s an alternate path we can take and…”

Calum’s barely paying attention to what she says. He’s stunned really, absolutely stunned. Maybe it’s the way how she looks fucking astonishing in anything she wears, unable to take his eyes off of her. Maybe it’s the way how he could never get tired of listening to her soothing voice, wanting to hear every fucking thought that leaves her mind. Or, maybe it’s the way she’s acting so perfectly normal, as if this was a normal trip with one of her good friends. Calum feels like his heart hadn’t stopped beating irregularly from the moment they arrived at the airport, and if she feels the same way as him too, she’s damn good at hiding it. 

“But if you don’t want to take the other route, that’s fine. I know it takes longer and - Cal? Hello?” She waves her hand in his face, causing him to shake out of his trance. “Sorry, alternate route, yeah?” 

– 

Three and a half hours later, Calum and Y/N make their way back to their hotel. It’s not too late in the day, only being eight o’clock, so they decide to make a quick pit stop for some food in the area. 

“Fuck, sushi just hits so different here,” She moans in contentment, picking up another piece of salmon sashimi. “I know it like, originates here and shit, but holy fuck, they put something in this.” Calum compliments the food sitting in front of him, his mouth stuffed with various rolls.

"The photos turned out so nice!" Y/N pauses for a moment at her dinner, taking her phone out and showing the hundreds of photos of her and Calum both. "I'll definitely be posting some of those. They look sick as fuck. You were right, the cherry blossom stair scenery was beautiful." He tells her, briefly swiping through the different photos of their hike.

"And the photos of Mount Fuji once we hit the top of the mountain! It literally looked like we could walk over towards it. I think we could hike up it if we really wanted to." She responds, shrugging her shoulders. "You think that we, Calum and Y/N, can climb up the entirety of Mount fucking Fuji?" He scoffs and laughs at her statement.

"Yeah, maybe not.. you were kind of gassed by the end of it. You were right, out of shape you are, indeed." She jokes around with him, resulting in him scoffing and jokingly putting a hand on his heart. "How rude!" The both of them laugh, continuing to munch on their dinner.

“So, what are we doing after this? We just gonna chill for the rest of the night at the hotel?” Y/N asks, before putting a piece of chicken karaage in her mouth. 

“I don’t know about you, but I would love to let loose tonight. After today, I think us ending up here calls for a celebration.”

“You wanna gain back all those calories we burned on that hike earlier today?”

“Who gives a fuck? We’re on vacation, Y/N!”

“You’re right. Let’s fucking do it.” 

A few hours and one too many drinks later, here the pair are, in the centre of the nightclub’s dance floor, Calum’s hands firmly gripping her waist and Y/N’s arms loosely wrapped around his neck, as The Weeknd’s Die For You blares through the background speakers. They’re having a good time, and even though they’re both not in the right headspace, they know that they won’t be regretting this night the morning after. Neither of them could admit that to the other, though. Not just yet. 

“The distance and the time between us, it will never change my mind, cause baby I would die for you!” Y/N happily sings along to the song as Calum laughs at her drunken state, swaying their bodies back and forth, then grabbing one of her hands and spinning her around. 

As the bridge approaches and the song slows down, Calum doesn’t know what’s taken over him. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the absolutely stunning little black dress she’s wearing that looks like it’s made specifically for her, but the scenario he’s currently in is starting a pit of fire in his chest. He lowers his hands from where they were previously placed on her hips, now resting on the sides of her butt. He lowers his head so his lips just reach her ear, whisper-singing the words “I would die for you, I would lie for you, keep it real with you, I would kill for you, my baby,” into her ear.

Y/N’s grasp around Calum tightens, and she accidentally lets a whimper out of her mouth, whispering a quiet “fuck” afterwards. Not only Calum feels it now, but Y/N too, and he’s well aware of it. The liquid courage is doing the most for him, gaining an extreme amount of confidence as he smirks, having no shame in shifting his hand placement once more, giving her butt a light squeeze. “You okay with this?” He asks her in a low voice. She pulls him closer towards her, laying one of her hands on his chest and looking up at him, nodding lightly in response. “Words baby, need em,” He tells her, removing his hands and changing them back to her waist. She groans, taking his hands back and putting them where they were beforehand. “Yes, Calum,” She can barely reply, wanting nothing but his body closer to hers. She starts running her fingers through his curly hair, knowing damn well that that’s one of his weaknesses that she loves doing to him. “God, Y/N, you’re killing me,” Calum groans, moving one of his hands to cup one of her breasts softly, but subtly.

Y/N gasps at the action, grabbing the side of his neck and bringing his ear to her mouth. “Cal?” She asks, softly. “Yeah?”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

–

a/n: i wrote that last little bit to pluto projecter by rex and needless to say the contradicting moods of the song and the scene were... interesting.

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[lukeysgirl]

From the Dining Table | a.i.

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I M A G I N E 

A sudden jolt hit at Ashton’s neck as his eyelids slowly reveal his hazel eyes. Awaking from his slumber, he allows his eyes to blink before clearing his vision from the blurriness of the morn. Everything had been completely still, the drummer boy sitting up in hopes to find your presence. 

But, to his dismay, the bed lacked you. 

He looked down at the blue sheets, it’s mesmerizing, metallic-looking sheets traumatizing him from the lack of your being. His large hand placed itself upon the wrinkled dent that once held you. Those eyes widened, full of sorrow and emptiness. 

Rubbing his groggy face, he feels the prickling of his recently shaven beard hair upon those calloused hands. Dropping them back on the silky sheets, he groaned, the throaty tone in annoyance from the disturbance in his Calvin Klein's. Morning wood surely was not the thing he wanted to deal with, but how could the boy resist? 

Ashton woke up, anticipating your body beside him. That toned body, the softness of your neck and the lovely structure that was your stuck-out collarbone. Your breasts, the warm mounds that fit in his hands lovingly. The way your eyes glimmer when you smiled, seeing those lips the loveliest hue of red and pink. And your hands, the way they rubbed along the boys pecks in adoration. 

“Fuck.” Ashton’s mutter was weak, but passionate, full of all sorts of frustration and disappointment. He sheepishly crawled his hand to his pelvis, slowly guiding it down to his hard member. Looking distantly at the red carpet, he allowed his hand to move up and down his shaft, feeling it’s desperation for relief. 

As he did, Ashton found himself imagining you. The face you made when he shoved himself in you, the way you spewed out his name in pure euphoria. Oh, and how messy you hair became as it sprawled all over the pillow below you. The way your breasts had danced to the flow of his thrusting. He needn’t drums to create a beat for ear enjoyment. 

Finally finding his release, he groggily stood from the bed and trotted into the bathroom. He switched the light on, and leaned his hands upon the sink to stare himself in the mirror. His stomach churned when he met up with his hazel eyes in the reflection. Ideas sprouted out of your naked body behind his, your arms loosely wrapped on his upper torso with that soft, kind smile you always had every morning when you awoke. 

More curses spewed in his mind, taunting him of his desperation. One image of your smile, and that led a bottle of Jack Daniels into his hands. The cool glass rose goosebumps all over the boys arms as he carelessly threw the cap somewhere and began gulping down the poison. Some of the liquid streaked down his lips, streaming down his skin to pour itself on his chest in droplets. The entirety of the brown substance sat in his stomach by 12. 

Ashton slowly dozed to a deep slumber, with alcohol stinking his breath and his heart aching for your voice. 

The boy managed to bring himself to life a few days later. 

Ashton was back at the studio, now with endless words for you that were suddenly converted to lyrics. The other boys, though excited for his tunes, saw the pain in his voice as he sung those precious words. They meant the world to him, and wished for those very words to reach you somehow. 

As he strained his vocals producing sound to his lyrics, he couldn’t help but continue glancing down at his phone. Texts and notifications from all medias pooled his lock screen, but he swiped past them. Ashton was seeking out anything from you-- any calls or texts. But there was nothing. And Ashton was sure that your phone disliked being dry from you. It was raised and shaped by your calls, seeing as it never ran out of battery as fast as it should, considering the hours you two used to speak. 

Comfortable silence sure is overrated. 

Couldn’t you have at least waited for his awakening to be straight with him? You never say what you want to say, and that traumatized Ashton beyond belief. All he wanted was your words, or some sort of closure. He wanted a conclusion, and pure confirmation of this broken heart. But he was too scared to break the silence, and was annoyed that you’ll never break it first. 

After the studio, Ashton found himself wandering around the city, unsure where he wanted to go or what he actually wanted to do. There was nothing, as his mind picked at him with the entire idea of you. Your laughter, the way you said his name, the way you listed the ingredients in a Cliff bar. It was beyond him to see how you marked his life. 

But then opportunity present itself as Ashton stumbled upon one of your ‘work friends.’ 

“Hey, Shawn,” Ashton stopped him, having the man raise his gaze up to the drummer. Awkwardness filled those azure eyes as he shook hands with Ashton. “How’re you, mate? I haven’t seen you in forever.” 

“Good, good,” Shawn replied, discomfort easy to find in his face. 

“Hey, so how’s Y/N?” Ashton asked quickly, desire in his voice as the busy people past by the two still men. Shawn stared at Ashton somewhat distantly, seeing the sorrow that came with Ashton’s hazel eyes. “It’s been a few, and I was just wondering how she is.” 

“She’s well, yeah,” Shawn began, his voice quiet and simple. Ashton nodded, some relief washing him as his eyes wandered down to the mans chest. That’s when he realized a bit once he saw the band ‘Nirvana’ printed on the shirt. That very shirt once was his, the one you stole the first time he took you to bed. 

Small talk ensued until Ashton no longer wanted to exchange words. He let out a small goodbye before walking away from Shawn. He wanted the distance between them be endless as he walked several blocks before wounding up in front of a liquor store. 

Day became night as Ashton took a swig of his new friend: a bottle of Vodka. It dawned upon him that his legs ached from walking and his liver didn’t want to consume any more alcohol. But the woe that you caused was killing Ashton, attempting to forget via the poisonous drink. But as he strolled, he halted right in front of some fancy Italian restaurant and dared his eyes to wander inside. 

And there you were, inside the very resteaurant he stumbled upon. 

You were looking damn fine. Hair was done to perfection, seeing it shine from the lights overhead. Your body was swallowed by a crimson dress, strapless to cater to your curves lovingly. Your body, toned and soft, shined like it never has before. And then there it was: the smile that completed you perfectly. Ashton would not dare change a thing about you. 

But then there was the twist, having Ashton divert his eyes just a few inches from you to see Shawn sat right beside you. Making you laugh. 

Emotions hit quick as Ashton found tears streaming down his cheeks. His perfectly white teeth gritted, his jawline clenching in pure jealousy. His hand wrapped tightly around the neck of the bottle, almost yearning for the strength to break it in his hands. Raising his arm, he smashes the bottle to the ground, allowing his money to go wasted on the concrete floor. 

Call me, say you’re sorry. Call me, say you’re sorry. Please. Pleasecallmeandsayyoursorrypleasepleaseplease--

Ashton guided himself to a bar, unable to look at you any longer. He scanned the bar, looking for another broken heart. He saw a blonde, a pure beauty sat on the bar. Her cheeks were rosy, eyes pink, with a shot of who knows what the fuck in her slim fingers. He rubbed his face to rid of his tears, walking up to her to barely take a seat in the stool beside her. She was quick to react, turning to look at you with wise eyes. That’s when Ashton paused. 

She looked so similar to you. Perfect.

“Hey, so my heart was completely ripped to shreds, and I see that your heart isn’t taking an easy toll either,” Ashton began, the girl watching in pure confusion. “I was wondering if I could invite you to some sad sex before falling asleep and waiting to see who will be the first to leave the hotel room. Interested?” 

To Ashton’s favor, the girl nodded. 

Ashton woke up to another morning, the taste of alcohol dancing in his tongue. The warmth of the quilt bothering him, causing sweat to be produced. He removed it from his body, revealing his morning wood. But he paid no mind to it as he turned to look at the body beside him. 

His eyes widened to see the face, seeing how it resembled you perfectly. She slept soundly, her eyelids slightly twitching but keeping your eyes away from sight. Those lips were slightly parted, revealing a gap to allowing air in and out. Ashton felt as though in a trance, pure comfort washing over him once more as his hand slowly went to the body’s arm. 

“Y--” He began, the first second of your name escaping his tongue. But his smile was soon to dissolve, realizing that this body wasn’t you. You were not her. You were not here. She was no you, and Ashton realized that quickly as he reeled his hand away. 

“It’s always gonna be you, huh?” Ashton whispered to himself, leaning back as he stared distantly to the carpet. You were everything to Ashton, and he had huge doubts that you were gonna leave his heart anytime soon. You left a huge impact on him, something he’ll never get over until another girl came along and surpassed the standard you created. What an impression. 

Ashton’s eyes then darted over to his cellphone. You remained nonexistent. 

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[fuckyeah5sostakemehome]

Duck Duck Goose- Lashton

Paring: Ashton and Luke

Tooth rotting Fluff, Hard G- mentions of sex, not edited, first fic posted on here

Let me know what you think. Enjoy some fluffy Lashton as kids

Luke was four years old and was way too excited to play with the older kids. He was trying to contain it as much as possible because the big kids invited him to play duck duck goose. His favorite game of course. He was mostly excited because Ashton, who is almost seven, asked him to join. No one ever joined this big kid group. Therefore, his younger friends envied Luke. Well Luke also had an `in` with this group. Ashton was Luke’s neighbor and secret best friend. Ashton normally could not be seen with Luke because he was younger but needed a boy to play with because his sister was just born, so Luke became Ashton best secret friend. Luke was surprised when Ashton asked him over to play duckduckgoose but so overjoyed. He did not spill the secret of him and Ashton being friends. Luke acted tough to appear as if he was a big kid. Ashton was grateful of course.

The other big kids (6-7 yrs. old), aka Mikey, Calum, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Harry, Andrew, and John all complained about letting a younger kid play with them but Ashton told them to shut up because he was the leader. Luke was so small compared to the rest of the big kids but Ashton knew he could run fast. As they sat in the circle, Ashton was trying to decide who would start this game. Luke sat next to Ashton because it was the only spot open and he was somewhat scared of the bigger but knew Ash would protect him.

Ashton snapped to gain the boys’ attention and said, “Okay guys I am choosing Mikey to start off the game.”

Mikey rolled his eyes, stood up, and started saying, “Duck duck duck.”

He was tapping everyone’s head, and tapped Luke’s head little too hard for the four-year old.

Luke shook it out, still happy to be there and Ash glared at Mikey as he yelled “Goose!” while tapping Zayns head.

Zayn jumped up and started after a screeching Mikey. After a few rounds no one had picked Luke but he did not care he was happy to be in the big kids presence. It was Liam’s turn and he lightly tapped on Luke s head saying, “Goose.”

Luke did not register that he was chosen. Ashton nudged Luke’s arm and smiled, “Love it’s your turn.”

Luke smiled back, stood up, and started running after Liam. Half way around the circle Andrew stuck his foot out and tripped Luke. Liam did not plan for that to happen and he stopped quickly looking shocked. Ashton yelled, “What the hell Andrew!” as he ran over to Luke who had hit the ground hard and skinned his knee.

Ashton kneeled next to Luke and asked, “Are you okay Lukey?”

Luke nodded trying not to let the tears spill over. He did not want to be seen as a baby in front of the big kids.

“They are butt heads…let’s get you home to clean your knee.* Luke giggled because Ash said a bad word. Ashton smiled and helped Luke up so they could go home.

Once a distance away from the older kids, Luke stuttered, “T-thanks Ashton.”

“For what?”

“Let-ting m-me play to-day.”

“Oh Luke. That is what best friends are for.”

“Secret best friends?” Luke looked up hopeful. He did not know if Ash would be mad at him for being tripped, even though it was not his fault.

“No Luke …”

Luke looked sad as if he could cry again.

“We are real best friends…it’s a good thing Luke.”

Luke’s smile perked right back up…the one Ashton loved, dimples and all.

They walked into Luke s house, and Liz said, “Hi boys…oh god! Luke are you okay baby?” she noticed Luke s dirty shirt and scraped knee.

“Y-yea. Ashy hel-ped me,” Luke smiled up at Ashton.

Ashton heart melted at the four year old.

“And Miss Liz, I was gonna clean up the scrape so he can be clean for dinner.” Ashton said politely, smiling.

“Okay boys. Hurry up dinner will be ready soon, and Ashton you can stay for dinner.”

“Thank you. Come on Lukey.” Ashton grabbing Luke s hand taking him to the bathroom.

Ashton sat Luke on the toilet seat and poured peroxide on the scrape.

“Ow! Ow!” Luke yelped, squirming a bit.

“Shhh,” Ashton kissed Luke’s cheek. “It’s ok love. Let’s get you a Power Rangers Band-Aid yeah?”

Luke nodded. Ashton found the blue ranger Band-Aid to match Luke s adorable blue eyes.

“All done. Let’s go eat. I’m starving,” Ashton rubbed his stomach and then tickled Luke’s tummy and said, “Bet you’re hungry too.”

Luke giggled, “Aaaasshhhy stooooppp iiittt.” Ashton laughed too.

They walked into the kitchen where Liz was setting down the boys plates on the table.

“Oh Ashton your mom called, and said she’s gonna be home late so you can sleep over tonight.”

“You know what this means Luke?”

Luke shook his head no looking up with a mouth full of food.

“We get to have a sleepover Lukey… means we can stay up late, and watch movies in our pajamas and eat chocolate.”

“Oooh I like chocolate.” Luke bounced up and down his chair. It was now Ashton turn to giggle.

“Only two pieces of chocolate. You boys still need to go to sleep,” Liz said.

“Ah man.” Luke sounded bummed.

“Lu I’ll let you pick the movie.”

“Wooo-hoo.”

They finished their dinner and quickly dressed in their jammies and settled into Luke’s bed and started watching Lion King. Luke snuggled into Ashton chest half way through the movie and said, “I’m slee-py.”

“You can go to sleep Lukey-boy.” Ashton looked down at Luke yawning.

“I love you Ashy…night night.” Luke whispered. Ashton melted again.

“Love you too Luke,” Ashton kissed the top of Luke’s head and closed his eyes as well, leaving the movie play on.

“So Lauren, that’s when I knew I loved your brother,” Luke explained. Lauren wanted a true romance bedtime story since she was visiting her brother in LA.

“Oh my goodness that is soooo cute. Please tell me more stories.” Lauren squealed.

“No more embarrassing Ashton stories. It’s time for bed young lady.” Ashton interrupted story time.

“Mood killer, dad.” Lauren joked as she went to brush her teeth.

Luke laughed, “She is just like you.”

“Great.” Ashton rolled his eyes, laughing.

Ashton and Luke trotted off to bed themselves.

Once settled in bed Ash asked, “Is that really when you fell in love with me?”

“At four you don’t know what love is but I knew I never wanted to be with anybody else.”

“Luke, do you want to know when I fell in love with you?” Ashton cheeky smile appeared.

“When?” Luke responded looking up at his lover.

“When I was seventeen and it was the first time you deep throated me.” Ashton replied giggling.

“Fuck off.” Luke playfully smacked Ashtons arm. “I can’t believe you still remember that.”

“Luke I remember everything you do to me… from the first feeling of butterflies in my stomach you gave me when I was six. The time you kissed me when I scored a goal in my soccer game, to when we started exploring each other’s bodies. Oh yeah the time we had amazing phone sex while you were on vacation with your family…I came so hard.”

Ashton giggled letting Luke relive the memory before starting again, “I remember the first I love you’s as boyfriends and when I was so nervous and asked you to be my boyfriend. When we first got Petunia and we stayed up for days just looking at her because she was snoring so loud. I want you to know I love your laugh, your bum, your eyes, and your sass, pretty much everything about you. I think it’s about time I do this…” Ashton trailed off, sliding out of bed. He walked over to his dresser where he grabbed a little black box.

Luke was confused and sat up in bed. Ashton got down on one knee, and started, “Luke Robert Hemmings, you mean so much to me and I didn’t have a clue when I was gonna do this but tonight seemed so fitting. When I heard you telling Lauren that you loved me at four, I knew this was the right moment. I have loved you since we were secret best friends and Luke will you do me the honors of marrying me?”

Luke had his hands over his mouth completely shocked, “Oh my god! Yes Ashy. Yes! Yes!”

Ashton stood up and Luke jumped into his arms. After Luke calmed down Ashton put the ring on Luke’s finger. Tears flowed as Luke continued looking at his left hand in wonderment.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[crownedbyluke]

Long Road Ahead (Chapter Thirteen)

Estelle Finley has been friends with Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings for three years. When the boys bring her along on a jam-packed road trip to Cape Cod with the rest of the band, their adventures are just beginning. Through long hours driving, exploring cities, and hidden secrets, something more is bound to happen on this journey. How will this road trip change Estelle’s friendship with the friends she’s come to love so dearly?

Word Count: 3,150

{Chapter One} {Chapter Two} {Chapter Three} {Chapter Four}{Chapter Five} {Chapter Six} {Chapter Seven} {Chapter Eight} {Chapter Nine} {Chapter Ten} {Chapter Eleven} {Chapter Twelve}

I adjusted the knotted white cardigan as I looked in the mirror. There was something about the pink crop top and high waisted shorts that just made me feel confident. There was quiet chatter from the kitchen as I walked in. It felt so right to just be in the same house as everyone instead of constantly having to drive to separate apartments and houses. My thoughts went to what an adjustment it would be to no longer have everyone so close. A slight sadness came over me as I imagined the silence that would happen once we were home. There was a part of me that wished I could just have Ashton or Calum move in with me so it wouldn’t have to happen, but I knew that wouldn’t be a possibility. They had their own lives that required their own space instead of moving in with me. As well as the fact that eventually, they would have to leave for tour again. I sighed as I poured a cup of coffee, catching Crystal’s attention.

“What’s the pout for?” she asked. 

“Nothing. Sorry. What are we up to today?” I asked. 

“Well, I think we are going to need some food in here so do you wanna go do a food shop with me?” she asked.

Crystal always had some way of making me cheer up a bit. The mention of food and shopping was just what I needed to bring the pep back in my step. I nodded happily.

“Great! Hey Mike, did the rental come this morning?” 

“Already in the driveway!” he called back. 

“Keys?”

It felt like I was intruding on a conversation as they continued talking without being right in front of each other. It made me think about if Luke and I did the same thing. Crystal took me out of my thoughts as she tossed me the keys.

“I’m driving?”

“Thought you’d appreciate the rental,” she said, throwing a wink over her shoulder as she led me outside.

My eyes widened as I stared at the navy blue G-Wagon that was parked in the driveway. If my memory was serving me correctly, this was an extremely expensive car. It almost felt like I was touching something that I wasn’t good enough for as I held the key in hand. I looked over to Crystal and she was laughing at me.

“You seriously want me to drive this?” I asked.

“That’s why I gave you the key,” she giggled. 

I glared a little before I unlocked the car. Crystal gestured for me to join her in the car as she slid into the passenger seat. I cautiously walked over and climbed into the driver’s seat. The leather steering wheel felt smooth and the cushioned seat made it feel like I was sitting on a throne of some sort. 

“Why the hell did you guys rent this?” I asked as I adjusted the seat and mirrors.

“Luke mentioned how much you loved them,” she said with a shrug.

Of course Luke had said something. We had driven by the Mercedes dealership multiple times and all of those times, I had said something about how beautiful the G-Wagons were. A small bit of the pain ebbed away as I reversed out of the driveway. He had put so much into this vacation to make it the best vacation for me and everyone else. It was the special touches though that had my heart skipping a beat. I was quiet for most of the GPS-guided drive as my thoughts were swirling around Luke. 

“The top looks way better on you than it ever has on me,” Crystal commented as we got out of the car. 

“Doubt it. My yellow one looks way better on you,” I argued.

Our laughs mixed in the air as she grabbed a cart. What was life going to be like without them around to have these silly arguments with on a daily basis?

“So what do we need?” I asked, noticing the list she had. 

“Each of the boys made me a list of what they thought was necessary. There’s some crossover. Here,” she said. 

I glanced over the list, surprised by how much healthy food was on it. My eyes looked up, ASH written on the top of it. My surprise faded as I turned the list over and saw all the junk food Calum and Michael had written down. 

“No Luke recommendations?” I asked. 

“He was confident that the other guys covered everything,” she said, shrugging again.

While she grabbed some apples and mangos, I read the list more carefully. Several of Luke’s favorite foods were missing including the mango juice he liked. Was I supposed to fill in the blanks here and just put his favorite stuff in the cart? We walked past the vegetables, Crystal grabbing some carrots and celery. I forced myself to grab the spinach leaves that I knew Luke liked in salads. 

“That on the list?” she asked as I set in the cart.

“No,” I replied, voice trailing off.

“Es, you know you don’t have to prove yourself to him right?” she asked out of nowhere. 

My eyes went wide from the question. I hadn’t grabbed the item to impress Luke, had I?

“He hates regular lettuce and refuses to eat it ninety percent of the time. He’s an idiot for not writing his own list, but I’m not going to torture him just because we aren’t currently speaking,” I blurted before I could stop myself.

Crystal laughed and stopped walking so she could face me.

“What else did he forget?” she asked. 

“Mango juice, gummy worms, baked chips, and the whole milk he likes in his coffee,” I sighed. 

Her laugh filled my ears again making me groan. I felt like a little kid being teased by someone on the playground. There was nothing wrong with my memory of Luke’s tastes. We were friends before any romantic feelings were brought to light. I figured that he’d do the same for me if I hadn’t made a list. 

“Shut up,” I groaned and gently pushed her shoulder. 

We continued walking throughout the grocery store, grabbing anything we wanted and what the boys wanted. It was nice being like this with Crystal. The whole thing felt like I was contributing to the house and the sadness from this morning came back. Who was I going to do this for when I moved into my house alone?

“So, I talked to Luke about the art gallery opening,” Crystal said.

My eyes widened yet again and I stopped walking. I heard the familiar sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears as my nerves kicked in.

“And?”

“He wants to go with you just like I said he would,” she said. 

The way she spoke about it made it sound like it wasn’t that big of a deal. To me, it was the absolute biggest deal. With Luke and I not speaking, I had completely forgotten about the art gallery opening. I still really wanted to go, but that all came down to Luke actually taking me. Our fighting made me think that he wouldn’t be able to do it, but as Crystal’s words were processed by my brain, I became full of hope. I had gotten so lost in the hurt that Luke had caused that I forgot about why we couldn’t be together. Lost in thought, I still grabbed Luke’s mango juice and put it in the cart. It was time to talk to him. 

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“Please tell me you haven’t worked out yet,” I said as I walked into Ashton’s room. 

He looked up at me with a smile on his face, not at all surprised by the sudden intrusion.

“Not yet. Why?” he asked.

I noticed the way he was looking at me, like he knew I needed to do something other than sit in my thoughts. 

“Because I want to go for a run and I don’t want to go alone,” I said.

It was half of the truth. The other half included Luke and my serious need to talk to someone about it so I could sort my thoughts before actually talking to him. Ashton looked down and finally noticed the workout shorts and tank top along with my running shoes.

“Give me like two minutes to change,” he said. 

I quickly left and leaned against the wall by the door. Ashton was the first person I wanted to talk this out with and the increasing stress that was coming with it required a release. The only way I felt like it would happen was going on a run. Ashton opened the door wearing shorts and running shoes. His body was more toned under the shirt he was wearing. He led the way out of the house and waited for me to sync my headphones up. 

“Remember, try to keep up,” he said, pressing play and taking off. 

My feet fell into the beat of the song, glancing to check my watch. “Body” by Loud Luxury featuring Brando popped up. I focused on the bass, letting the song guide me through the Cape Cod streets as Ashton was only slightly ahead of me. We kept going until we found ourselves downtown. We slowed, needing a moment to catch our breaths. I took my headphones out and gave him a small smile. 

“Wanna tell me the real reason you wanted to go for a run?” he asked while we started walking. 

“Luke,” I said simply. 

Ashton nodded before leading me into a small coffee shop. I waited patiently while he ordered us both a bottle of water. We sat at a table by the window and Ashton set his eyes on me. 

“Lay it on me,” he said, crossing his fingers together.

“Crystal gave Luke tickets to an art gallery opening in Boston and he said he’d go with me and she had already talked to me about it before he kissed that other girl and now I completely forgot about why we can’t really be together and now I think I should talk to him about it, but I don’t know what I’d say,” I said, talking faster than I meant to.

It was like the words were exploding out of me. He laughed and let me take a drink of water. 

“Well, what do you want the conversation to accomplish?” he asked.

I gave him a look of are you seriously asking me that before he pressed me to answer.

“I want it to end with us finally being on the same page again,” I said.

He took a moment, processing the information before looking at me again.

“You have to be open and honest with him, bugs. The only way you two are going to get past this is if you lay it all out there for him. You also can’t just jump down his throat at the first chance you get. I know what he did hurt you and that it has been stuck in your head, but he wants to move past it too,” he said, reaching out and taking my hand. 

I looked up at him, seeing the genuine hope in his eyes. He squeezed my hand while waiting patiently for my response.

“What if my putting it all out there sends him away?” I asked, unable to meet his eye as I spoke.

“It won’t. He loves you so much and there’s not a thing you could do to change that,” he said. 

I nodded again, going through possible conversations in my head. Ashton squeezed my hand again causing me to look at him. His hazel eyes had changed to showing his concern. 

“Crystal said that you were a little sad this morning,” he said. 

I sighed and pulled my hand away. The water cooled me down a little, but there was still a heavy tone to the conversation.

“I was a little sad this morning,” I admitted.

“Why?” he asked right away.

“When we leave here, we’re all going back to our separate homes. I’m moving into a completely new home by myself. That sense of family is going to be gone and it scares me,” I said. 

Ashton sighed and took my hand again, this time pulling it from the water bottle I was playing with. 

“I am still your family when we aren’t living in the same house,” he said firmly.

“I know that. Believe me I do, but this whole vacation has made me love creating an environment that has everyone always around and with it ending, that whole thing is going away,” I said, trailing off. 

“We can come over all the time,” he said.

“That isn’t the same. It’ll be fine,” I said, brushing him off and pulling my hand away. 

I finished my water bottle and got up to recycle it. We walked back out into the bustle of downtown, the flags flying around in the breeze. Ashton paused as I started walking towards the way we came in.

“Are you sure that isn’t bothering you more than you’re letting on?” he asked.

My feet stopped as I looked up at him. He was full of concern and there was some tension in his shoulders.

“Yes because it’s something I’m going to have to get over anyways.”

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I tied my hair into a braid and I pulled on the outfit from this morning after my shower. Again, it brought me some extra confidence as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The cloud of sadness had dissipated from this morning, my determination to just be in the present taking over. I stepped out of the bathroom, carrying the things I had brought with me back to my room. As I opened the door, Luke was sitting on one of the couches. 

“Hey,” I said cautiously. 

I tossed my workout clothes into the hamper that was in the closet. My nerves were kicking in as we occupied the same space. He stood from the couch and looked at the ocean from the sliding door. 

“Hi,” he said, his tone just as unsure as mine. 

My palms were sweating as I walked over to stand next to him. The tension between us was thick and I wished that it hadn’t even been there in the first place. 

“Crystal gave me tickets to an art gallery opening tomorrow,” he said. 

This was an interesting way to start the conversation, but I got the feeling he didn’t want to talk about the other stuff. 

“That was nice of her,” I said. 

“She said that we should go together,” he said even more carefully.

The way he was talking made it sound like he was purposefully picking his words to have a certain meaning. 

“Do you want to go together?” I asked. 

“I was going to ask you that,” he said, the smallest of smiles coming over his face.

I laughed a little before finally looking over at him. He was still facing the water, but the sun was casting a glow behind him that made him look like an angel. 

“I would like to go with you,” I said.

“Great. I’ll um, I’ll go finalize that then,” he said, quickly turning to walk away. 

As I was about to call his name, the door closed behind him. Was he avoiding me now? I thought more about the art gallery opening and then it dawned on me that there would be a lot of press there. Before I was able to stop myself, the dial tone of my phone was in my ear.

“Yes Estelle?” my father asked upon answering.

“I was invited to an art gallery opening with Luke and I would really like to go but you said I wasn’t able to be seen with him again,” I said quickly.

There was a sigh on the other end and I sensed him rolling his eyes.

“Fine, but any press that asks you questions, you are required to talk about my upcoming project and not to mention under any circumstances your teaching career,” he said firmly.

“Understood. Anything else?” I asked, careful to keep my tone from sounding like I was annoyed.

“Don’t make it look like you’re with him and if you do, you know what’ll happen Estelle,” he said before hanging up.

My heart stopped a little as his words echoed through my head. How was I supposed to go to the opening and not tell Luke about my father’s threats. It wouldn’t be possible anymore. I had to fess up to him. As I was about to head to Luke’s room, my phone rang again. 

“Hello?” I asked.

“Estelle! It’s Junie from the realtors!” she said cheerfully.

“Oh hi! How’s everything going?” I asked. 

This was it. The call about the house I was attempting to purchase. It was like the world stopped spinning as I waited for her to tell me the news. 

“Well you have a beautiful new home to move into on August first!” she cheered. 

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Relief flooded my senses as I felt excitement start thrumming through me. 

“That’s amazing! Thank you so much!” I said. 

“Of course. We’ll go over more details once you get the keys. Any interior designers can come and give quotes sometime next week, but I understand that you’re on vacation so don’t worry about that right now. We’ll be in touch soon!” she said. 

“Absolutely!” I barely got out before she was hanging up. 

I tucked my phone into the back pocket of my shorts and ran down the stairs. My eyes searched for Ashton, finding him out on the walkway to the beach. I took off towards him, my footsteps thudding against the wood. He turned and cocked his head as he watched me run to him. Before I was able to slow down, he picked me up and spun me around.

“What’s got you so happy bugs?” he asked. 

My feet touched the ground and I felt the excitement buzzing around me. 

“I got the house!” I said. 

Ashton’s face lit up before he was hugging me again, lifting me off the ground slightly. Once he set me back down, he stared at me. 

“I’m proud of you,” he said happily.

“I just can’t believe I got the house,” I said.

“I can. You deserve this,” he said.

I smiled up at him unable to stop the giant grin on my face. He reciprocated it before it changed to one that looked like he was thinking really hard. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked.

When he met my eyes, there was a glint of mischief in them before a smile came over his face. 

“Want a roommate?”

A.N.: I hope you guys liked this chapter! I promise there is some great stuff coming. You’re not ready for it. 

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[outofmylimitcal]

Easier Pt.2 - CTH

a/n: yo wassup a couple of y’all wanted a part two so here it is :)

(gif isn’t mine creds to owner)

warnings: swearing

read part 1 here!

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It had been a month since the night that you effectively walked out on your relationship with Calum, you hadn’t spoken to him nor any of your friends since that night. The same downfall of your relationship was the same thing you used to occupy all your time now, burying yourself in more work than you ever thought possible so as to not have a second to reflect on the heartbreak.

You left for work at eight in the morning and didn’t return until nine at night, going straight to sleep the minute you stepped foot into your home, only to repeat the same routine again the next day. Every once in a while, you would stumble upon something of Cal’s, a random t-shirt you found in your closet, his favourite mug in the cupboard or random notes he left littered around your apartment, only to move it out of sight and push the memory further back into your brain.

Your terrible coping mechanism are also why you found yourself crying into your second tub of ice cream and torturing yourself by watching rom-coms on the first weekend off you’ve had since then. You begged your boss to give you more work, but they only urged you to ‘finally take a weekend off’ and that you’ve done ‘more than your fair share of work these past few weeks’. Finally getting a moment to yourself with nothing else to occupy your mind, all the memories you shared with Calum came back in full force and left you a blubbering mess on your couch. All the times you spent just reveling in each other’s company as he worked on a new song and you finished up some project, being there with him when he got Duke and you teased him on being able to somehow fall in love with a dog who also happened to be named Luke. Countless sleepless nights spent exploring each other like it was the last time you ever would, all the dance breaks you had in each other’s living rooms, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs until you both were so out of breath falling into a clump on the couch between shared kisses and promises of ‘I love yous’.

You couldn’t for the love you of you figure out when you stopped putting in the effort. Why did you stop putting in the effort? Why did you take Calum’s love for granted? Yes, there were problems on both sides, but they all stemmed from your inability to give a shit when it counted. And since you had pretty much alienated everyone this left you to deal with the mess you made on your own, why you were currently yelling at the TV that love was a sham and that not everything is always sunshine and rainbows.

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How you found yourself on Calum’s doorstep two days later at nine in the morning you didn’t know, you also didn’t know why you had chosen to walk there, and the light rain that started half-way through had turned into a torrential downpour that had left you chilled to the bone in the late October weather. You were already there, so you might as well just ring the doorbell and see what happens.

The month since hadn’t treated Calum any better, although having nothing but time on his hands led him to get through the worst of it within the first week, and now he was left with a dull ache that never got worse but also never got better. The first week was spent checking his phone every few minutes hoping for something from you, some apology, some explanation, something to make it seem like you could go back to what was. But the longer the week went on, and the longer the silence, the more he realized that things couldn’t go back to what was, because what was, wasn’t healthy for either of you. He had placed all of your belongings in a box and put it in the back of his closet, and forced himself to not contact you after the first week because as Ashton put it, ‘the ball’s in her court, mate’, yet whenever Duke did something cute or he came across something he thought you would like he would have to avoid the itch to text it to you, or just check up on how you had been doing. Which is why when he found himself in his kitchen spacing out on a memory of you two with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, the doorbell going off almost scared him into dropping the mug and sending it a shattered mess on the floor. Placing it back onto the counter carefully and trying to calm his heart rate, he turned to Duke and whispered, “Who could it be this early in the morning bud?”

Crossing through his living room, he came to the conclusion that it was probably one of the boys checking up on him as they had begun to do over the past month, no matter how many times he assured them that he was okay, so when he opened his door to see you standing there soaked, his jaw dropped in surprise.

“When did it stop?” You questioned, not bothering anything other in greeting, and still stationed just outside his door way. He shifted his body, but didn’t give any words in response, so you took this as a sign to step in and walked around him to face him, Duke came running after you jumping up your leg wanting a greeting but you just waved your hand, and he whimpered going back to a sitting position at your feet. You were dripping on his carpet, but right now neither of you minded, allowing him to lock the door before you continued. “I’ve been trying to wrack my brain for the past two days, but I just can’t fucking remember, and I want to remember so bad but I just fucking can’t. So, when did I stop making an effort? When did I start taking your love for granted?”

“I-you what?” He spit out, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you watched his Adam’s apple work as he swallowed the rest of his words. Letting out a shaky exhale, he rubbed his hand down his face. “You’re soaked, why don’t you change and then we can do whatever this is?”

You chuckled bitterly, because even after all the shit you put Calum through, he only cared about your well-being, yet you remained unmoved, “I’m the reason our relationship went to shit, I’m the one who gave up, I’m the one who took you for granted. Hell, even right now when you have every reason to hate me, and all you want to do is take care of me. I took for granted the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You watched your words process in Calum’s brain, lower lip pulled into his mouth as he nibbled on it absent mindedly, you shifted uncomfortably on your feet, glancing around the room and noticing he had gotten a few new paintings for his living room walls and Duke had a couple new toys that were thrown around.

“Y/N.” You whipped your head around to look at Calum as he took a step toward you, taking both your hands in his. “We both did things wrong in the relationship, this isn’t all on you, the way things were going between us, it was bound to implode.”

“But that’s the thing Cal, you only started to act that way because of my actions, it all stems from me.” Dropping your hands from his and taking a few steps away from him and further into the living room. “I treated you like you were disposable, when you were my boyfriend, I prioritized everything else over you because I always thought you were gonna be there, and never fully listened when you voiced your problems. I’m the common denominator in everything fucked up between us.” “How about we get you changed into warm clothes first and then we can discuss this Y/N.” He moved to walk around you, and up to his room.

“I just can’t remember when I stopped.” You whispered, remaining unmoved with your eyes on the floor. “I just need to remember.” Choking out before you let the tears you’d held back since you’d seen his face fall freely, and let out the sob you’d been holding in. You didn’t register him crossing the living room, but the next thing you knew you were engulfed by his arms and pulled into his chest. You felt him rubbing your hair as you continued to sob into his shirt, quietly hearing him whisper ‘shh it’s okay’ over and over again. At some point in your embrace Calum had walked both of you guys over to the couch, and let you cry it out until you fell asleep from the exhaustion and the maybe hour of sleep you had last night.

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Slowly letting your eyes flutter awake, you took in your surrounds and found that you weren’t in your own home nor were you in your own clothes. Seeing the little dog curled into your side, and the bass propped up in the corner you remembered the events that had transpired this morning, groaning and flipping back over you tried to bury yourself into the couch, hoping it could swallow you up and making you forgot the mess you were this morning.

“I, uh, made you coffee.” You moved again to look at Calum with a coffee cup out stretched from his hand, handing it to you, he moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch with his own cup in his hand.

“I’m so sor-““I guess we shou-“ You both cut off the other, nodding towards you to go ahead you continued, “I’m so sorry for the mess I came here in, and I’m even more sorry for how shitty I treated you in the relationship. It’s a mistake I’ll keep with me forever, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shaking his head, before taking a sip of his coffee and placing it on the coffee table, taking a deep breath, “This isn’t all on you, there’s blame on both-“

“But I was the one who stopped making an effort, I’m the one that treated you like shit and prioritized my job over you. Hell, I hadn’t even come to terms with it until two days ago because I piled up even more work onto my plate. Yes, there was the jealousy, and the fighting, but you only ever did that because I took you for granted and didn’t give you the attention you deserved.” You watched as Calum pursed his lips knowing your words to be true, averting his gaze from yours he outstretched a hand to rub Duke’s head. Settling into the silence that followed you took this moment to look at the clock, eyes widening in surprise to see that it was four in the afternoon and you had practically spent the whole day on Cal’s couch asleep.

“I haven’t been able to breathe since you left. The minute you walked through that door I felt like I was drowning.” You glanced at him, but his gaze remained unfixed on his coffee cup. “I haven’t been able to breathe until I saw you outside my door this morning.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, taking this moment to admire Calum, how his cheeks were so chubby yet somehow he still had a jawline, the three birthmarks on his cheek that you spent more time than you care to admit poking and tracing, the tattoos on his arms and collarbones for his favourite people in the world, and his new hair that was bleached and buzz cut since the last time you saw him. He was still the same Cal you knew yet so different.

“And here you are, apologizing for something that harmed both of us for far too long. I forgive you, and I’m sorry for all the fights that were caused as a result of me.” He moved his gaze from the coffee cup, to stare at you, and shifted closer towards you on the couch. “But right now, let’s just hang out like old times sake and we’ll figure out us another time.”

Taking your hand in his he gave it a reassuring squeeze, dropping it again to grab the TV remote and find something to watch. “How about I call in sick to work tomorrow and we can figure this out over brunch at our favourite spot?”

Staring back at you with a hopeful look he just nodded before leaning back into the sofa. In all the time that he had known you’d never called in sick to work, yet here you are, promising to do it so that you could spend time with him. And maybe, just maybe you guys could rebuild everything, and this time around everything would be more than okay.

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thank you for the love on the first part, I really did not think it was going to do that well and it makes my heart swell

once again, if this has typos i dont claim them

I tagged you if you specifically asked for a part 2 <3: @notsooperfect @talkfastang @badguycal @orionsalos @thekleonablog

[talkfastromance4]

Dear Hailey, first of all, thank u for the opportunity and cool idea of blurbs again! Can I request 18. Christmas dinner with Ashton?

Aw you’re welcome! I hope you like my little twist on this one!😊

You got sick the week before Christms canceling your plans of visiting your family. It was a horrible flu and your fever didn’t break until the day before Christmas Eve but you were still feeling fatigued and lousy. Ashton never left your side and took care of you through it all.

You tried to urge him to still go to the Christmas party at Andy and Sarah’s on Christmas Eve but he wouldn’t leave you even though you slept all day

During your sickness-nap on Christmas day, he ran to the store to pick up all of your favorite comfort foods for when you are sick. He got chicken noodle soup, jell-o, rotisserie chicken, mashed potatoes, ice cream and popsicles. You were still fast asleep in bed when he came home so he got to work on making a spread in the living room.

When you awoke, you shuffled into the living room just as he’s finished fluffing up pillows and blankets on the couch gazing at all the food on the coffee table.

“What’s this?” you ask clearing your throat.

“Our Christmas dinner,” he grins holding out his hand presenting it to you. “And your throne of pillows and blankets.”

You spend the whole day eating and sleeping on and off watching holiday movies. By the time it’s dusk, Ashton gives you your presents and it’s of course everything on your wish list.

“I didn’t have time to wrap yours,” you tell him sadly.

“You can give them to me when you’re feeling better,” he kisses your temple then pulls you close to continue watching the marathon of claymation movies.

Ashton ended up getting sick on New Year’s Eve so you did exactly what he did and bought all of his favorite comfort foods. You took care of him and kissed his warm cheek as the ball dropped on your tv screen. He’s been asleep since nine but he didn’t want to leave you on the couch by yourself as the new year rang in.

“Happy New Year’s, baby,” you whisper.

His eyes flutter open, they’re red and watery.

“Happy New Year,” he mumbles.

“Let’s get to bed.”

With some coaxing, he forced himself off the couch and leaned on you towards the bedroom. Once he was feeling much better he took you out to your favorite fancy restaurant complete with a fake champagne cheers of the New Year.

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wow he is beautiful

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Piercings Masterlist

All My Wrongs, They Lead Me Right To You (ao3)- goodgirlfaith (boomersoonerash) Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Luke is afraid of how Michael will react to his new piercing.

Blowing Kisses Like We're Lovers (ao3) - hukelemmings (dafeedil) Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Luke comes back to the tattoo parlor for a new piercing, and Michael is awfully excited to see him.

I'll leave my room open 'til sunrise for you (ao3) - phanjessmagoria Michael/Calum E, 10k

Summary: It briefly dawned on him that he really hadn’t needed to bring his board, that maybe Michael had just wanted to mess around the whole time, but he didn’t let that bother him either, because Michael’s hands were warm on his body, pushing his shirt up an inch or so to let his thumbs drag over Calum’s exposed hipbones. He smiled against Michael’s mouth, reaching between them to unzip the hoodie just a little, tugging the loosened collar away so he could kiss Michael’s neck, sucking a bruise into the crook where his throat met his shoulder.

like a prayer (for which no words exist) (ao3) - satellitesunset (awkwardcaterpillar) ot4 E, 2k

Summary: It's overwhelming, being kissed, grazed, and revered in a manner not unlike worshipping like he's something divine and holy, someone worth praising and devoting to, he's both the saint and sinner, the painting and temple being venerated.

More than the Storm (ao3) - JetBlackHeart Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton E, 11k

Summary: Luke isn't very good at chemistry, is very quiet, and has a thing for boys with tattoos and facial piercings. Michael is very good at chemistry, has a rebellious attitude, and likes to flirt with cute blonde boys.

The Right Kind (ao3) - elliebird ot4 M, 700

Summary: There was a rumor a while back that Calum got his nipples pierced. This is just some thoughts about that.

Undressing You With My Mind (ao3) - pitypartyof1 Calum/Ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: Calum has a bad habit of letting his mind wander. It usually ends in problems for Ashton.

up to your mouth, feeling it out (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Luke, Luke/Ashton E, 9k

Summary: Ashton's the one who suggested it; after all, he would know how well Luke would do in the industry, since he spent most Friday nights with his best friend's lips around his cock. Luke, on the other hand, didn't know he would end up fluffing for a record-breaking pornstar who is like, really really hot, and definitely his type.

or, Luke is broke and has a talented mouth (and a tongue piercing).

What I (don't) like about you (ao3) - truly_madly_deeply michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 70k

Summary: Michael hates Luke, Luke hates Michael. When Luke’s older brother Ashton starts dating Michael’s best friend Calum out of all people, the two arch enemies are suddenly forced to spend way too much time together. Which they don’t like at all, but hey, shit happens, and so does love.

Or the one where Luke gets his lip pierced and Michael finds it very distracting.

"Your Eyes Captivated My Heart The Day You Walked Into My Life" (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke Michael/Luke E, 1k

Summary: Luke may or may not find his dickhead of a roommate attractive.

[sparring-spirals]

so in conclusion, C3 spa day:

orym: dick out

fearne: fully fluffed

ashton: pls do not touch but Well Oiled

laudna: skin soup

dorian/chetney: just two bros, getting massages and having a pseudo religious experience in the process

imogen: laughing at Laudna scaring Dorian, hopefully vibing

fcg: I have to assume, offering stale booze to people at the spa