#ashton fluf

[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.

Taglist: @calumance  @in-superbloom @wiiildflowerrr @sunshineeeluke @littledrummeraussie @suchalonelysunflower @hoodhoran  @thew0rldneedsmcreycghurt @sunshineeashton @ashtonsunflower​ @mymindwide​ @itjustkindahappenedreally  @seanna313 @pandaxnienke @celestialams @in-a-world-of-fandoms @blairscott @writersdare

[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!

[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.

peeped, girlie xx

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

[jxnjungkook]

wow he is beautiful

[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

[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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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.

[littledrummeraussie]

pillowtalk. / a Mr. Irwin blurb

Word count: 2400+

Warnings: soft and cute and fluffy with some angst to spice it up.

Author’s note: this is a continuation of my Mr. Irwin blurbs, following the events of backseat rendezvous and who’s the boss?

masterlist. / general masterlist.

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“Maybe we should take a shower,” Ashton’s fingers lazily ran through your hair as the two of you lay in bed, a sheet wrapped around your bodies to keep you warm.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” you hummed, making Ashton huff out a laugh as you drew patterns on his stomach.

“Stop tickling me,” he pulled your hand up onto his shoulder, giving you a pointed look. “You’re gonna wake the beast.”

“Tell the beast he left me sticky and unable to walk,” your lips pulled into a cheeky smile before moving closer to Ashton’s ear, whispering. “My legs are still shaky. And I can still feel your cum dripping out of me.”

“It’s my favourite way to mark you,” his lips attached themselves to your jaw, sucking a kiss into your skin.

“Like that one time you fucked me before my presentation?” your giggles filled the room as he smeared kisses along your cheek. “Still don’t know how I was able to stumble through that.”

“You did amazingly, that’s why we extended your internship,” Ashton pushed himself up onto his elbow, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. “I wouldn’t call that ‘stumbling through’ your presentation.”

“I was really… really… really distracted…” your finger followed the inked lines of his moon tattoos, stroking your palm up to his biceps, eyes settling on his hazel ones. “Are you sure I didn’t get the extension because of you?”

“It was all your charm and ambition, sweet girl,” Ashton leaned forward to peck your lips, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “Come on, let’s clean you up, you messy girl!”

With that he climbed out of the bed, reaching back for you to pick you up in his arms. You squealed and hid your laugh against his neck as he took you to the bathroom, never saying no to your boyfriend taking care of you. Ashton was quick to find the perfect temperature, pulling you under the water to warm you up, his lips already pressing kisses along your neck and shoulder. You leaned back against the wall, still not trusting your legs to work after the orgasm he pulled out of you, and he squeezed your hips, pressing one last kiss onto your temple before reaching for the shower gel.

“Are you okay?” his palms smoothed over your skin, following the curves of your body. “You’re not sore, are you?”

“Just a little,” you slowly turned around to let Ashton wash your back, and he hummed in response, pressing his lips against a hickey he left on the back of your neck. “You know I love feeling it – feeling you even after we’re done.”

“Noted,” he pressed another kiss to the junction of your neck, rubbing his cheek against yours. “Always thankful for reminders and confirmations.”

“Do I have to remind you, Mr. Irwin, that my thighs are still sticky?” you chuckled as he tried to chase your lips with his own, and Ashton let out a laugh, hands teasingly sliding between your legs and running down your inner thighs.

“Can confirm. Definitely sticky,” he lightly bit the shell of your ear, stifling his own giggles against your hair. “Alright, let me clean you up, this time for real.”

He spent the next few minutes making good on his promise, after which you also helped him wash off your shared pleasure. Ashton quickly tied a towel around his waist, wrapping another around your body, then guided you back to the bedroom. He made sure you were dried off from head to toe, lips kissing away water drops sliding down your skin, making you blush and mumble when he stood up in front of you, both of your cheeks warm, smiles bashful, but flirty.

“I’ll get you a shirt,” his fingers curled under your chin, tilting your head up to kiss you. “Then we can snuggle up for tonight. Is that okay with you, sweetie?”

“Sounds perfect,” you pressed a kiss onto his palm, smiling up at him. “Thank you.”

Ash nodded and went into his closet while you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. He was already wearing a pair of shorts when he returned, holding out his shirt for you to pull it over your head, squeezing your hips and kissing your forehead when you were wrapped up in the soft fabric. You fluffed up the pillows and climbed back under the blankets while Ashton made sure the door was locked and all the lights were off in the house, then he joined you, arms curling around you the moment he slid under the sheets next to you.

“Hey you,” his voice was only a whisper, fingers combing through your hair as you both found a comfortable position, arms wrapped around each other and bodies pressed close.

The streetlamp cast a soft glow across the room, giving off enough light so you could see each other in the dark. Your palm rested on Ashton’s face, thumb lightly rubbing his cheek as his fingers settled on the back of your neck, playing with the soft hairs at the nape. He was only a breath away – you felt hot puffs of air tickling your skin as he exhaled, his nose nuzzling yours sweetly, a wordless game you’ve been playing since the very first night you’ve spent together.

“Hey,” your lips brushed against his in an almost kiss, making Ashton tilt his head forward just a bit to close the distance between the two of you.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight. You looked breathtaking. You still are.”

“Guess company parties are our thing,” your finger trailed down his neck and over his collarbone, connecting the freckles on his skin with an invisible line. “Somehow I always end up… right here. In your bed. With you.”

“Are you complaining, Miss?” he quirked an eyebrow at you and you giggled, shaking your head.

“No. It’s my favourite place. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. And it’s definitely not just the sex – it’s you, Ash.”

“Do you think I’m good enough for you?” he lightly brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and you moved your head to kiss his palm again. “A good enough boss? A good enough boyfriend?”

“Why are you asking?” you nuzzled against his hand, giving him a soft look. “Did something happen?”

“Just wanted to talk about something with you,” he leaned up onto his elbow, resting his head against his palm, running a fingertip down your nose. “And it kinda involves both our professional and personal lives.”

“It’s about my internship, right?” you rested you head back against the pillow, looking up at Ashton who just nodded. “Did I do something wrong?”

“God no,” he shook his head, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “That’s the thing – you do an absolutely phenomenal job. And I’m torn because what I should be doing and what I want to do are two different things.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Two more months and your internship will be done. Meaning I either have to offer you a job or write a recommendation letter and let you find another one. Which means… fuck, I can’t do this,” Ashton let out an annoyed huff, nervously running his fingers through his hair.

“Hey, it’s okay! Just tell me,” you stroked his cheek lovingly, trying to calm him.

“If we keep working together…” he curled his hand around yours, resting both of them against his face. “Then I’m not sure we can stay together.”

“Protocol?” you bit your bottom lip, already catching on to what Ashton was saying.

And you knew he was right – of course you couldn’t keep this up forever. All of this was too good to be true, the job and the man you’ve loved. Of course you could only keep one in the end; there was no way the Universe would let you have both. That was just too much.

“Something like that. I mean… God, Y/N, do you even know how much I want to just tell everyone to fuck off and give you a permanent place in the office? How I want to tell all of them to mind their own business and focus on work instead of our relationship?” Ashton’s expression was sombre, and you knew it was really hurting him to have this conversation with you.

“I guess it’s not that easy with three interns, right?” your fingers tangled into his hair, lightly brushing through the messy locks, both to keep comforting him, but also to keep your own hands occupied.

“All of you were meant to stay for 6 months. I’ve thought that once your internship will be done then maybe we can have a normal relationship. I didn’t know that the leadership board would offer you another 6 months,” Ashton confessed, and that made you stop in your track.

“I’ve really thought you were the reason why I’ve got to stay. I’ve thought you somehow convinced them.”

“Told you it was your hard work and amazing ideas,” he leaned forward to press his lips against your forehead, giving you a small smile. “I only had to agree that we can keep working with you. And in all honesty? I was already composing my speech of how I wanted to ask you to come and get dinner with me after we were done. You know, like an official date.”

“You still did that,” you reminded him, and a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“Can’t let a good speech and a dinner reservation go to waste.”

“You’re so silly,” a giggle left your lips, breaking the tension for a short moment. “So what now?”

“I mean, I can either offer you a job here, but I don’t want anyone to think I’m only keeping you because… well, they think I’m only fucking you because I’m the boss and you’re only an intern,” Ashton rested back against the pillows, curling his arm around your shoulder as his eyes searched the darkness.

“So if you offer me the job, and not to the others, then everyone will think I’ve only gotten it because you want to keep fucking me, and not because I’m good at what I’m doing,” you came to the conclusion, and Ashton hummed in response. “But if we stop seeing each other then they can’t claim that I’m only here because I’m a good fuck.”

“You’re much more than just a good fuck, sweet girl,” Ashton cradled your head against his chest, and you turned to cuddle up to him, his lips brushing soft kisses on your temple. “Not to mention that you’ve gotten the internship on your own. I didn’t have to do anything with it, just signed your papers that we want to work with you. But I did the same for the others too.”

“So I guess we should go with the second option?” you moved until you could fold your arms over his chest, resting your chin on top of them as you looked at him. “You don’t offer me a permanent place and I just find a job elsewhere. Even though I would love to stay, and not just because of you.”

“I know some people. I could call them up if you’d like,” Ashton curled a lock of hair around his finger, brushing it behind your ear. “We could find you a job in no time.”

“That’s really nice of you Ash, but… I don’t want that,” you shook your head, biting your lip. “I don’t want anyone to offer me a job just because I’m Mr. Irwin’s girlfriend.”

“I understand,” he nodded, fingers still brushing through your hair.

“Promise me!” you gave him a pleading look, not really believing his words. “Please, just… I know it would be so easy for you to just pick up the phone and ask a small favour from one of your partners. I know you have the power, but I want to do this on my own.”

“Y/N, sweetie,” Ashton’s hands locked around your arms, pulling you up until you were face to face with each other. “I would never go behind your back, you can trust me on that.”

He curled his fingers around your jaw, pulling your face closer to press your lips together in a short, sweet kiss. Even in the dark you could make out the honesty in those hazel eyes, and you felt guilty that you thought he would do something without you agreeing to it.

“I know you can do this on your own – you’re smart and ambitious and you know your way around your craft. They would be stupid not to hire you. I would do that, without a second thought, and it’s actually killing me that I can’t keep you in my team,” Ash knocked his forehead against yours, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “So that was the boss in me.”

“What about the boyfriend?” you whispered, fingers tangling into his hair again.

“The boyfriend in me says that I want to support you in any way I can,” he continued, his voice firm, but still soft around the edges. “And for that I have to accept that sometimes support means that I just stand by you and encourage you, without actually doing anything. Know that I really want the best for you, the best job, the best opportunities. But more importantly I want us to have a loving and honest relationship. I would much rather have your trust than anything else in this world. I know I can’t have it if I start seeking out people to give you a job.”

“You don’t know how much I appreciate that,” you mumbled, burying your face in the crook of his neck, and Ashton wrapped you even more tightly to himself. “Thank you.”

“You make me so happy, sweet girl,” Ashton whispered in your ear, kissing it softly as he continued. “I wouldn’t risk it for the world. And if I can’t offer you an actual job, then I’m gonna write you one hell of a recommendation to make people want to work with you.”

“I love you so much,” you sighed against his skin, pressing a kiss onto his collarbone. “Not for this, but for everything that you are.”

“I know baby, I know,” you could hear the smile in Ashton’s voice. “I love you too. I promise you we will work this out, everyone else be damned.”

“That’s your boss voice, Ashton,” you giggled lightly, and you felt him squeeze your hips.

“I’ve thought you liked my boss voice,” he teased you, giving a small bite to your ear. “I remember someone moaning Mr. Irwin again and again…”

“Well, he’s hot,” you opened one eye as you looked up at him, a cheeky smile pulling at your lips. “But not as hot as my boyfriend Ashton.”

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[getsojaded]

part ii: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 1.2k+

warnings: swearing

a/n: part 2 whats gooooooooooddd. playlist is currently in the works, gonna try and put it up either tonight or tomorrow. hope you like this one :)

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3rd Person POV:

The three boys had left about thirty minutes after the small conversation they had about Y/N and Calum’s trip. Everybody could feel the tension in the room – you would’ve been able to cut through it with a sword. Luke immediately took notice of the mood switch Calum had, and made the assumption that he would much rather be alone now.

“Hey, I’m getting a bit tired now, and I don’t want to leave my girls alone at the house for too long. I’ll be heading out now.” Luke states, causing a little domino effect from Ashton and Calum. “Well, it looks like the night’s over. I’ll dip soon too.” Ashton says, and the four boys bid goodbye to each other, before going their separate ways.

Calum gets into the driver’s side of his car, letting out a big sigh and leaning his head on his steering wheel. He’s fucking stressed, and he has no idea to approach this whole catastrophe.

Before he begins to drive home, he can’t help but look for their shared Spotify playlist, titled ‘already urs’ with the description as ‘songs i love for the person i love’. It had originally been only Y/N’s playlist, adding a bunch of soft, sappy songs the moment she had gotten home from her first date with Cal. He stumbled across it a few months into dating, and from then, he began adding a few songs of his own.

He feels a slight sting in his heart the moment he reads the description, then realizing that it hasn’t changed – and that she hasn't deleted it. He throws the playlist on shuffle, and makes his way home, slightly smiling at the songs that play and the multiple memories associated with them.

Calum groggily walks into his shared apartment with Duke, immediately being greeted with soft, little paws walking up to him. Duke gets on his hind legs, barking as Calum takes his little face in his hands. “Hey little man,” he sweetly gushes, picking up and setting him down on the couch. Calum takes a seat beside him, and Duke makes himself comfortable on his lap. “I’m gonna have to call your ol’ mum tonight.” Calum tells the small dog as he nuzzles his head into Calum’s thighs. He remembers the day Y/N met Duke as if it was yesterday.

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After a long day at work, Y/N had flopped onto the couch with her eyes closed, letting out a deep sigh. She was completely unaware of the tiny, fluffy dog accompanying her on the couch, only coming to the realization that there was another presence when Duke had started walking on her body. Her eyes immediately shot open, letting out a scream when her and Duke had made eye contact. Calum rushed out of the bedroom, running down the stairs in worry.

“What happened? Are you okay?!”

“Calum who’s fucking dog is this and why is it here?!” she responds in shock, taking Duke off your body and getting up from the couch.

“Oh, I got us a dog. His name is Duke.”

“And you just didn’t bother to tell me?!” Y/N wasn’t necessarily angry with Calum, as she really loved dogs in general and thought that the one sitting next to her was absolutely adorable. She was just extremely shocked and confused as she had no idea that Calum would be doing such a thing without telling her. She places the dog on her lap, fluffing his fur up. “You’re really fuckin’ cute, Dukey. I could get used to you.” Y/N smiles at the dog as he gives her kisses all over face.

“Surprise!”

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He unlocks his phone, and stares for a moment at the photo widget of you two on the front of his home screen – he’s never had the heart to delete it. Pressing his contacts, he scrolls down to the letter M, clicking on m’girl. He’s never had the heart to change her contact name, either.

Calum’s scared shitless. About a lot of things, really. About how the hell the two of you were going to get out of this stupid trip, about having to contact you after 5 months of trying his best to do the opposite, and now about how you picked up the phone 4 rings in. “Hi, Calum,” her light voice rings through his phone, Calum beginning to feel a sense of comfort beneath all the nerves he was feeling throughout his body.

“Y/N, hi,” he breathes out. There’s silence on the line for a few seconds or so, while Calum regains the courage to speak up once again. “I-I think you know why I’ve given you a call tonight.” She takes a small giggle before responding, and God, has he missed her voice. “Perhaps I do. I’m assuming Luke told you about me calling him a couple hours ago?”

“How’d you know?” Calum jokingly pretends to act shocked, in hopes of earning another light laugh from her, which turns out to be successful. “Okay, on the real, we have to figure out what we’re gonna do about this.” “My only possible outcome was calling Luke and asking if he could take my ticket, but that didn’t necessarily go my way. What about the other boys?” She asks in response, Calum sighing in defeat before he even responds. “Was with all of ‘em earlier when you called. Asked them afterwards, Mike’s headed to Australia in a few days and Ashton’s family is flying in next week.” “Oh.. we are so fucked.” Y/N trails off.

After an hour or so of Calum and Y/N trying to contact various people and asking if they by chance wanted to take a trip to Japan – along with trying to come up with other resolutions – it’s safe to say that they were extremely unlucky. From I’m sorry, I can’t take any days off work to I’m out of town, sorry! They had come to the conclusion that there was absolutely no way to get rid of these tickets.

“So, we can’t refund our tickets.” Calum’s low, raspy voice speaks through the phone. “And we can't seem to get rid of them.” She sighs in defeat, having absolutely no clue what to do. “What do we do now?”

Calum, still scared shitless, can feel his heart thumping out of his chest. He has no clue if these words are gonna fall out of his mouth, but you never know until you try. And with that, he breathes out, “Looks like we’re still going to Japan.”

Y/N’s eyes widen 10 times bigger than they normally are, and she is so fucking thankful that Calum can’t see her reaction to what he had just said. “Wait wait wait wait,” She responds. “Are you okay with that?”

Calum thinks about that question for a brief moment. Despite all of his doubts, nerves, and everything in between, he’s not opposed to still going on the Japan trip ; he’s not opposed to still going on the Japan trip with her. “Unless you find another way to get us out of it, we’re stuck with the tickets. I’m okay with it. Are you okay with it?” He shakily responds.

There’s a slight pause in between Y/N and Calum. She has no clue what to say, except for quoting Calum’s previous statement:

“Looks like we’re still going to Japan.”

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[twistedintern]

Twst Rarepair Week ~NRC Staff Edition~ (Day #2)

Index ① Gardening (Divus Crewel/Ashton Vargas) ② Injury (Dire Crowley/Ashton Vargas) ③ Letters (Mozus Trein/Ashton Vargas) ④ Jealousy (Dire Crowley/Mozus Trein) ⑤ Jewelry (Mozus Trein/Sam) ⑥ Call (Dire Crowley/Sam) ⑦ Protection (Ashton Vargas/Sam)

+ Injury + (Dire Crowley/Ashton Vargas)

“So, what’s this I hear about an accident in the botanical gardens?”

“Oh! Headmaster, isn’t this a surprise!”

The masked man in question snorted and crossed his arms at the reception: a carefree, hale and chipper greeting of another. Presently separating the two was a drawn sickbay curtain in Night Raven College’s infirmary.

The call he’d received earlier from Professor Crewel was enough to put a damper on the headmaster’s otherwise unremarkable day. The costs associated with maintaining an on-campus green zone were exorbitant enough as is; the repair of damage to structures was bound to be astronomical.

Furthermore, there were other losses to account for--precious species of magical plants uprooted by the kerfuffle. The very thought was enough to rob his plumage of its healthy sheen.

Crowley clutched at either cheek and made to shake his head. Begone, horrid thoughts! He’d have to relay this to the board sooner than later; in the meantime he must do what any professional would... follow procedure.

“Pardon the intrusion,” he threw out a taloned hand to grasp at the partition. The one fraction of a second and a practiced flick of the wrist--the effort with which the curtain fell by the wayside--seemed trifling compared to the sheer magnitude of the scene that welcomed his sights.

Granted, although he had been the one to hire him, Dire Crowley never expected there would come a time he’d have the opportunity to gaze upon the very vaunted pride and joy of one Ashton Vargas.

Crowley swallowed, struck deaf and mum to external stimuli.

It stood to reason that his would boast impressive muscles, no doubt. Being up close was another matter, a rare chance to marvel at uncommon definition, at chiseled and sculpted flesh--!

The coach cleared his throat as he made inquest. “...Alright? I’m all ears.”

That, thank the Seven, served to snap the previously unresponsive Crowley from his reverie. Realization gave way to self-censure; his cheeks burned a piquant rose as he bit back the urge to swear.

“Right, yes,” he began, feathers fluffed as he unceremoniously deposited himself upon a nearby chair. “You know the drill, Coach Vargas....”