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[littledrummeraussie]

👉👈 Would you be up to do a small blurb with the topic 'post-tour reunion' using the phrase "look at me".

The genre is totally up to you. 😊

♾️❤

We shall close(?) the year with an absolutely filthy Ashton piece, don’t you think so? 😜 I had the general idea for this fic, but today I was listening to Take Me To Church and all sane thoughts went down the drain.

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worship. [a post-tour reunion blurb]

warnings: oral sex (fem receiving). dom(ish)!Ashton. mutual teasing. the overuse of the words fuck and fucking. sex in an established relationship. some deeply intimate and filthy moments between those two.

word count: 1024

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“Look at me.”

You moaned at the words, back arching before sagging back against the mirror, eyes slowly opening as you finally looked at your boyfriend.

Ashton was down on his knees in front of you, lips pressing messy kisses to your inner thighs, so close to where you needed him the most, where you craved his sinful mouth as he worked you towards your ecstasy.

“Good girl,” his voice was low and raspy, tongue licking at the apex of your thigh before moving lower, running it between your pussy lips. “Good fucking girl.”

He mumbled his praise on your skin, words muffled as his tongue lapped your clit, circling it with the tip to drive you crazy. Your thighs shook at the pleasure, involuntarily closing around Ashton’s head, your fingers diving into his soft, unruly curls to keep him there and push him away at the same time. He moaned as you tugged on his hair, arms curling around your legs to push them up onto the counter, spreading you out like a feast he’s been hungry for for months.

You didn’t expect him to show up tonight, you thought he might be exhausted now that tour has ended, but when you sent him a goodnight text he was already knocking on your door, bags kicked into your apartment as he picked you up, kissing you senseless. His beanie and glasses soon landed on the couch while you tried to tug off his jacket, desperate to feel his skin on yours after the months spent apart.

The next thing you remembered was Ashton stumbling into the bathroom with you, putting you up on the counter as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt, dropping to his knees, long fingers curling into the waist of your sleep shorts. Now those were all lying in a heap on the bathroom floor while Ashton worshipped your pussy with his lips and tongue, thumb teasingly slipping into your entrance, a promise of what the night still held for you.

“Ash– fuck!” your voice turned high-pitched, your feet almost slipping off the edge of the counter as your orgasm shook you, fingers pulling on his curly mullet to hold onto something. Ashton growled at your noises, hands holding onto your ankles to keep you in place as his tongue picked up the pace, all but burying his face into you as he worked you through your climax.

“Sensitive…” you finally sighed, falling back against the cool surface of the mirror as you softly pushed him away. Ashton’s grip on you loosened before pulling back, sitting back on his legs on the floor, panting as he looked up at you.

He looked wrecked. His hair was dishevelled, pupils wide and dark, his cheeks and lips red from how hot he felt and how he ate you out, and if that wasn’t enough, his chin was covered in your arousal. Ashton ran his thumb over his chin, collecting your wetness and licking off your juices while keeping eye-contact, smacking his lips at the taste. You needed to moan at how filthy he looked, and he was on his feet in a second, pulling you to his sweaty chest, tongue licking into your mouth as he kissed you.

“Fucking missed you, Y/N,” his hands grabbed into your ass cheeks, hips pushing forward to rub his hard cock trapped in his jeans against your sensitive flesh.

“Missed you too, so much,” you sucked the soft skin of his neck, wanting to leave a mark now that tour was over, your hands slipping between your bodies and fumbling with his zipper. “Need you to fuck me. It’s been too long.”

“Too fucking long,” Ash agreed, his words turning into a groan as your hand wrapped around his dick, already stroking him up and down. “Yeah, fuck, just like that.”

Hot puffs of air tickled your skin where he buried his face in your neck, hips thrusting forward as he fucked into your fist, soft whines leaving Ashton’s throat whenever you rubbed over the sensitive spot just under the tip of his cock. His fingers trailed down your stomach and between your legs, probing your hole and thumbing at your clit, both of you trying to edge the other just a little more before you couldn’t take the teasing any more.

It was Ashton who lost his patience first, pushing your hand away from his cock before grabbing it himself, teasing the tip between your folds, slowly nudging it inside before he buried his whole length into you with one smooth thrust. You sighed against his ear with a little pleasure filled noise, arms curling around his waist to keep him close, fingers digging into the dimples on his back. He pulled you as close as possible, softly playing with your hair as his nose skimmed over your cheek, lips leaving kisses on your temple and your eyebrow, the corner of your eye and bow of your upper lip, his tongue pushing against yours as he finally kissed you.

“My fucking goddess,” his fingers grabbed your thighs as he pulled them around his waist, your ankles locked behind his back. “I missed your beautiful body. I missed fucking you.”

“Please, Ash, move!” you knew you were begging him, but you didn’t care anymore – you just needed your boyfriend and to feel him everywhere. “Just… fuck me good.”

His dick twitched at your words, and your pussy clenched around him in return, both of your bodies on edge, craving each other like there was no tomorrow, like the world would end if you didn’t have each other right then and now. You swallowed hard as his thumb softly brushed over your throat, tipping your chin up, lips plush against yours as he kissed you tenderly, mumbling on your skin.

“Look at me,” he repeated, voice husky and slightly trembling, and you opened your eyes just as he pulled his hips back and fucked his cock into you again, eyes dark and full of lust. “And don’t you dare look away until the only thing you can say or think is my name.”

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[littledrummeraussie]

a rare appearance of dom luke please 🧎‍♀️

This is my first ever Luke piece (took me what? 3 years?), and let me tell you, this one was a ride I did not expect at all. The idea came to me almost immediately, but I'm glad I took the time with it because I'm actually really happy how it turned out.

When I was coming up with the title, Personal Jesus came to my mind for maybe obvious reasons, but it did not really fit with the whole story. Until I remembered the version Hilary Duff made out of it, and let me tell you, that was the perfect fit.

This might not be everyone’s taste so I’m sorry? Also, I was heavily inspired by this Luke:

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reach out & touch me (before i go insane). [a dom!Luke blurb]

warnings: daddydom!Luke. subfem!reader. pet names. daddy kink. fingering in front of a mirror. one little spank. a moment of breath play. Luke is both praising and taunting the reader during their play time. (let me know if I missed anything???)

word count: 1836

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“You’re so easy, Angel.”

Luke softly nipped your earlobe, hot puffs of air tickling your skin, making you shiver at every little touch. It always made your knees weak when his voice turned deep and scratchy, so easily switching modes, slipping into the dominant role that he rarely showed to the world. A role that was only reserved for you.

“Lu– please…”

His messy blond curls hung over his forehead, traces of glittery makeup still painted on his skin from the time he was performing. He was still high on adrenaline when he got back home – rushing through his veins, making him dizzy with want and need for you: to touch and tease, to give and take, to wreck you before the night ended.

“That’s not my name.”

It only took him a second, just a look with those darkening blue eyes to have you on your knees, obediently waiting for his orders, always wanting to please him when this side of him came out to play. A little chuckle left his lips, something between sweet and satisfied before crouching down to you to tip your chin up, pressing a kiss on your parted lips. He breathed against your ear, telling you to go to the bedroom and wait for him.

“I–”

You’ve tried to be patient as you kneeled at the end of the bed, waiting for Luke to finally come after you. It felt like an eternity, but finally you heard his steps coming up the stairs, taking his time as he strolled down the hallway, leisurely kicking his boots off like they didn’t cost thousands of dollars. He stopped in the doorway, throwing his suit jacket over a table or a chair, you weren’t sure, just that he towered over you, calling your name to look up at him.

“Say it.”

He looked like a god, or something else out of this world, looking at you like you were a precious little thing that pleased him, something picked out from the masses, so special and beautiful, only fit for a man like him. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth and against your tongue, letting you suck it just for a second before he pulled his hand back. A low whine slipped out of you, doe-eyes searching him, pleading to let you get close to him again, to feel him against you, however it pleased him. Luke gave you a sympathetic little noise, almost something like a chuckle or a chiding, your name falling off his lips softly – it made you shiver from head to toe. Luke finally took pity on you and stepped closer, the bulge straining his pants right in front of you as he asked you to help him strip without being too touchy. After all, good girls do as they are told by their–

“Daddy.”

With trembling hands you reached for the button on his pants, tugging down the zipper that was pressing against his boxers, his cock so close and inviting, you just wanted to wrap your lips around the tip that already soaked the thin material right in front of you. You bit your lip to keep those thoughts at bay, always wanting to be so good for him, and instead you pulled on the legs, the pants sliding down on Luke’s hips, pooling around his ankles. He kicked them away, motioning you with just a nod of his head to stand up and help him out of his tank top. Your fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slowly, palms sliding against his warm skin for a second, just to feel him. He grabbed the top and pulled it over his head, throwing it away, standing in front of you in all of his glory. His head dipped down, lips whispering against yours, only a thin circle of blue around his dark pupils.

“Good girl.”

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Luke’s back way resting against the foot of the bed, long legs stretched out, toes almost touching the mirror standing in front of you. You leaned against his chest, your own legs thrown over his thighs to keep them spread, your panties long forgotten along with Luke’s clothes. He was still wearing his boxers, his cock rubbing against your ass as your hips moved, trying to get him to move, to touch you, to take away the ache deep inside you.

“You’re so easy, Angel,” Luke softly nipped your earlobe, hot puffs of air tickling your skin, making you shiver at every little touch. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“There you go, Angel,” he traced his nose against your cheek, kissing it sweetly. “It wasn’t too hard, was it?”

You choked on a moan as his fingers curled against your sweet spot again, his thumb rubbing over your clit in small circles. Your pussy was soaked from the way he teased you, from the way he edged you, the wet noises filling the room and your ears as Luke’s fingers moved in and out of you. Your nails dug into his thighs, eyes closed tightly as you chased your pleasure, head thrown back onto his shoulder as your pleas spilled from your tongue.

“Look at yourself,” he pressed a kiss on your temple, teeth grazing the top of your ear. “Come on, open your eyes and look at yourself.”

For a moment you needed to bury your face against his neck, knowing the sight will make you feel embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Luke was right – you were so easy to play with. You loved him for bringing out this side of you. With a soft whine you finally opened your eyes, looking at your reflection in the mirror, your walls clenching around Luke’s fingers at what you saw.

Your eyes flickered between your boyfriend’s face as he watched you in the mirror and his hand moving between your thighs, fingers pulling out of you and spreading you open, your lips puffy and the most beautiful shade, drenched with your arousal. He pushed back in again, his rings cold against your sensitive skin where you were wrapped around his fingers, making something tighten in your core. He must have felt it too, suddenly teasing a third finger against your hole, making you grind against his palm.

“Daddy… Daddy please, please… I wanna… I wanna… Please Daddy…”

Luke growled at your begging, hips bucking forward at his name, rubbing his hard dick against your ass, the wet spot growing where the precum soaked his boxers. The fingers on his free hand curled into the top of your sleep shirt, tugging it lower on your chest, his grip so strong that soon you heard the thin material rip, your tits spilling out. It made you trash against him, so lost in your pleasure, not sure if you wanted to press forward against his hand or fall back and melt against his chest, giving up all control and letting him do as he pleased.

You suddenly felt empty, his fingers disappearing from inside you, and a whimper escaped you at the loss of his touch, your brain already trying to string together a sentence or at least a fragment of it to beg him for release. Not even a second later Luke’s hands curled under your thighs, gripping you and pulling your body back against his chest, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realized you must have slipped down, not being able to keep yourself up anymore. His palm was running all over your skin, one hand finally settling back between your thighs, fingers massaging your clit, while the other grabbed one of your tits, pinching your nipple. Teeth bit down on your neck, leaving a faint mark as he hungrily kissed and licked the soft skin, his fingers never stopping on your body.

The hand on your tit gave one last pinch to your nipple before sliding up on your sternum, fingers wrapping around your neck, and you choked on your next words as Luke softly gripped your throat, leaning closer to your ear, his whispers so close it was like he became the voice inside your head.

“Lu– Daddy, please, I’m–”

“What’s that, Angel? Hmm?” his voice was syrupy and warm like honey, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. “Is my baby not satisfied? Does she need more? Oh baby, is it not enough, what Daddy already gave you? So insatiable.”

His fingers tapped your clit before suddenly giving a quick little spank to your pussy, the pain and the pleasure travelling up your spine and making your thighs clench together, if it weren’t for Luke’s legs keeping you spread open. A second later his fingers slipped back inside you, steadily going in and out as his other hand travelled up to your face, grabbing your chin and squishing your cheeks, your lips falling open in a perfectly shaped O.

“Keep your eyes on me, Angel,” Luke’s lips dragged against your temple, leaving an open-mouth kiss on your hair. “And cum for me.”

It felt too much, the way his fingers were rubbing your sweet spot, palm grinding against your clit with every stroke, how he kept your head in place against his chest, eyes locked in an intense stare, those baby blue eyes now dark and full of lust, his words praising and taunting you at the same time until your vision blurred, back arching and toes lifting off the floor, hand grabbing at his wrist between your legs as you finally came, your whole body shaking from the powerful orgasm rushing through your veins.

“There you go, Angel. So beautiful,” Luke’s voice was soft around the edges, fingers slowing down as he worked your through your pleasure, helping you start to come down from your high. “Look at you, such a piece of art, baby.”

You sagged against his chest, feet finally lowering and resting against Luke’s legs as you tried to find the willpower to open your eyes, still shaking from the way his fingers were softly playing you. When you finally looked up you could see in the mirror how wrecked you looked, spread open in Luke’s lap, his fingers petting through your soaked folds, red nails glistening with your arousal, the shade against your pussy looking like an art piece, just like your boyfriend said it.

He left soft, sweet little kisses on your cheek and jaw, fingers running through your hair as he cradled you in his arms, his words praising you for being his good girl, such a perfect Angel, so absolutely beautiful for his Daddy. You whimpered softly when your felt his caresses on your thigh running too close to your pussy, his pinky finger brushing against a spot that instantly made you shiver. Luke chuckled above you, voice even lower than before as he breathed against your ear.

“Aww, sensitive?” he tutted lightly, lips pressing against your temple as he whispered. “Too bad, Angel. We’re just getting started.”

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[littledrummeraussie]

Hi Angie! Can I get a little boyfriend!michael action that’s sweet but also smutty? - sadistmichael 👀💕

Hi Jex, hi hi 👀❤️‍🔥 @sadistmichael 

Here is the rest of the teaser I’ve sent you a few days ago! I think you will like this one 🥰 some sweet, but hot hot Michael smutty goodness for you. I’ve tried my hands at the gender neutral thing, I hope it works somehow!

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sweet cherry pie. [a smutty Michael blurb]

warnings: boyfriend!Michael. gender neutral reader. [please let me know how it went, and where that could be improved!] some sucking and licking. oral sex (reader receiving). penetration. dirty talk. a bit of an exhibition kink. sex without protection in an established relationship.

I’ve used a few lines from this prompt list which you will find bolded below, so credit goes to @a-cure-for-writers-block

word count: 1600

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“You’re up too?”

Michael sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, feet bare against the cold tiles. You were sitting on top of the counter, so he moved between your legs, arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face into your neck, mumbling his affirmation against your skin.

“Whatcha doing?” he rubbed his cheek against yours and you giggled, ruffling his soft blond hair.

“Eating the last of the cherry pie before someone else gets to it,” you nodded at the plate next to you, sticking a bite onto your fork to put it into your mouth. “Want some?”

He didn’t reply, just opened his mouth, letting you feed him with the sweet dessert. He hummed happily, burrowing back into you and you massaged the back of his neck, earning another soft moan from him.

“You really are up in the middle of the night so Calum wouldn’t eat your pie?” a smile pulled at his lips, fingers teasingly playing with the hem of your night shorts.

“He’s been eyeing them, and you know this was my piece, I just couldn’t eat it,” you shrugged, popping a cherry into your mouth and licking off the juice from your fingers.

Michael knew you loved his friends, but food was never safe when they were around, especially when you were going on a trip and needed to share a fridge. But Michael wasn’t thinking about the others now, no – he was focusing on your fingers and your lips, the juice from the cherry making them an inviting red, and he felt his cock stir while looking at you. His arms around you tightened as he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours, and you moaned when his tongue licked into your mouth, tasting the sweetness from there.

“Gimmie one,” Michael’s voice was husky, eyes quickly going to the plate then back to you, and you reached for another cherry, holding it in front of him.

He took it from you, tongue licking around your fingers and you clenched your thighs together, breath quickening as he sucked on your fingers, green eyes darkening as he held your gaze. Michael’s hands wandered down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before his fingers pushed under your shorts and started tugging them off, lifting you up from the counter.

“Fuck, Mike, what– umpf!” you let out a sound as he pushed you down on the counter, your legs propped up onto the edge as he spread you open, tongue sliding against the wetness between your thighs. “Fuck!”

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled against your skin, running his tongue over your sex again.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet, moans muffled against your palm while the other slipped onto the back of Michael’s head, your fingers tangling into his hair to slightly tug on it while keeping him between your legs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he ate you out, the sucking and slurping sounds echoing around in the empty kitchen, and you shivered thinking about one of the other guys hearing you.

“What did you think of, naughty babe?” Michael swirled his tongue around, teasing it over your hole as more arousal coated your sex. “You’re absolutely soaked.”

“Someone could hear us–” you bit on your lip as he sucked a sensitive spot, voice turning into a soft whine. “Fuck. Me.”

Michael’s fingers tightened on your thighs, a growl stifled against your lap as he finally pulled back. His eyes were dark and his beard wet with your arousal. He licked his lips, eyes boring into yours before he picked you up again, quickly flipping you over and pushing you down onto the counter, and you knew his fingers will leave marks all over your hips.

You moaned as you felt the cold countertop against your chest, nipples hardening, the thin shirt you wore not doing much to keep you warm. Michael was already behind you, his bulge rubbing against the back of your thigh as he let out his own sounds. You could see him in the reflection of the window, eyes closed and head thrown back as he rutted his cock against your sex, his tip nudging against your hole.

“You want it, baby?” he taunted you sweetly, reaching into his sweats to pull out his dick, leisurely jerking it. “Want my dick in you?”

“Please Mike,” you let out a soft moan, wiggling your ass and trying to push back to feel him against you. “Put it in me!”

“Not so shy now, are you?” he clicked his tongue, swiping the head over your entrance, pushing it in just an inch or two to stretch you, then pulling back. “Not worried about the others hearing you now, are you?”

“Don’t care…” you sighed frustratedly, spearing your legs more as you held onto the edge of the counter. “Please, Mike, want your cock in me!”

Michael growled at your words, fingers tightening on your hips again as he pushed into you, earning a squeak at his sudden move. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, watching his cock stretching your hole, your wetness coating his hard shaft more and more with every inch he pushed into you.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” his fingers ran through your hair, caressing it softly before giving it a little tug, a moan catching in your throat. “Just a little more, that’s it.”

You felt his hips against your ass as he buried his dick deep inside you, staying still while you adjusted to his size, always so big and hard, you were almost surprised the two of you fit together so well. His thumb teased over the sensitive skin where you were stretched around him, slowly pulling out until only his tip was inside of you, then a second later he slammed his dick back into your heat, building up a quick pace. You held onto the counter as he fucked you from behind, chest dragging against the cold marble, moans spilling out of your lips which you tried to stifle against your arm. Michael’s hips slapped against your ass with every thrust, the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you in a frantic pace echoing around the kitchen, so obscene and so fucking sexy.

“Anyone could just walk in on us and see me fucking you senseless,” his fingers dug into your hips as he drilled you, and you would have agreed to anything he said as long as he made you come. “You’re so fucking soaked around me, bet they could hear it upstairs as well, know even before catching us how good I’m fucking you.”

“So good… so deep in me…” you babbled incoherently, arching your back a little so his tip dragged against a sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp. “Fuck Michael, harder!”

“You wanna scream, baby?” he pushed in harder, voice a low whisper as he pounded his hips against your ass. “Does it get you off? Thinking of Calum hearing you begging for my cock and getting off on it? Or Luke getting all hot and bothered just from your voice until he cannot help himself? Do you want Ashton to give you those fucking knowing looks that he knew what we were doing, maybe even make a comment that he enjoyed it too? That’s what you want, baby? Everyone to know how needy you are? How slutty you are for me?”

“Shit, Mike, I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m com–” you choked on your words from the climax running through your veins and how Michael’s palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers as you clenched around his dick.

“I know you love getting off on the thought of them hearing you… but those sounds are only for me,” he growled into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. “Come on, give me one more!”

His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your sensitive skin, fucking you until he felt your body tremble, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together and your laboured pants the perfect soundtrack of your midnight adventure. Michael buried his face into your neck, teeth slightly sinking into your skin as he groaned, hips pumping quickly against your heat as he came. He sagged against your body, trying to catch his breath as he pulled out, and you felt his cum running down your thighs, warm and sticky, a sure sign of his claim on you.

“That was fucking hot, baby,” he pressed an open-mouth kiss against your neck where he bit you, fingers softly petting your hips.

“…do you think they heard us?” you let out a breathless giggle, wiggling under his body until he straightened up, tucking his cock back into his sweats before pulling your shirt over your ass to cover you up a bit.

“If they did then they got one hell of a show,” he gave you a toothy smile, a laugh paired with it as he pulled you to his chest, giving a light tap to your ass. “Come on, I’ll help you clean up.”

“I wanna finish my pie,” you gave Michael a pout, knowing he cannot resist it, and he rolled his eyes with a fond smile on his lips, reaching for the dessert on the counter before picking up two forks.

“We can have a picnic in bed, sure. But don’t blame me if I end up eating it off of you.”

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[littledrummeraussie]

I hope you’re still accepting blurbs, could I have a comfort one with poly!cashton? 🥺 been feeling blue lately and that no one cares about me and I need some of your fluff. Thank you thank you sweet Angie💕💗

Dear Hailey 💗  this one is angsty and full of feelings, but I do hope you find some comfort in it as well! 💗

This little blurb also takes place in the All The Things We Dream About universe.

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I’ll hold you until we are whole again. [a poly!Cashton comfort blurb]

warnings: poly!relationship. mentions of a small non-descriptive, unnamed accident. time spent apart. struggles in a relationship. lots of angst and tears. a small shiny ray of hope and love at the end. aka Ashton needs to travel back home, and Calum and Y/N have to manage their lives without their boyfriend.

word count: 2326

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“Hey, how was your flight? Did you arrive safely?”

“I need a shower, I smell like plane,” Ashton groaned on the other side of the line, probably rubbing his face tiredly. “Lauren is picking me up in ten then she’ll take me to Mom.”

“How are they doing?” Calum asked next to you, the phone strategically placed between the two of you on the table so both of you could speak to Ashton.

“They manage, but I think it will be better now that I’m here,” Ash continued, his voice sounding a bit strained and quiet. “I’ll take care of them until we figure everything out.”

You exchanged a look with Calum, both of you thinking of the same thing – how Ashton always took it upon himself to make sure everyone was okay, that they were fed and showered and slept at least 6 hours, taking medications and looking after their mental health. Not just the two of you, but Michael and Luke as well, their friends as well, and his whole family back in Australia.

That’s where he was currently, halfway across the world, waiting for his sister to pick him up so he could help Lauren and Harry take care of their Mom who had a small accident which left her bedridden. It only took him a day to arrange everything and before you knew it he was out of the door, already heading home to help where he could. Both of you wished that you could join him, but your workplace wouldn’t have let you go on such short notice for more than a few days, and Cal needed to overtake some of the band stuff Ashton left behind. You also had a feeling that they agreed to Calum staying so you wouldn’t be alone while Ash was helping his family.

“I already miss you, though,” Ashton confessed, murmuring his words into the speaker. “Do you think we could schedule a video call tomorrow? And maybe by then I’ll know more that I can share too…”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll see when we’re both available and let you know, okay?” Cal nodded like Ashton was able to see him, so used to having him by his side. “You just go and take care of Anne Marie. And get some sleep too, you sound tired.”

“I am,” he sighed, and you wanted more than anything to reach out and hug him, let him cuddle close to you and fall asleep. “I gotta go, Lauren is here.”

“Just… call us if you need anything, okay? Doesn’t matter what’s the time,” you added, hoping that Ash will remember it – he tended to forget about his own needs when he put others first.

“I love you, both of you,” Ashton finally said, and you could hear how much he meant it, how much he really appreciated you and Cal being so supportive and being there for him.

“We love you too, Ash,” Calum replied, and you hummed in agreement, whispering a quiet ‘love you’ as well.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Now go to sleep, you stayed up way too late because of me,” a laugh slipped out of him, and you were sure his cheeks were tinted pink. “Sorry about that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time…” your other boyfriend made another comment, and after catching another quick laugh from Ashton the call was disconnected.

Calum reached for you and grabbed your waist, pulling you from your chair and into his lap, wrapping his arms around you. Yours settled around his neck, fingers diving into his soft dark locks, eyes trained on each other.

“Let’s get you into bed, okay?,” he finally said, and pressed his lips against your cheek. “You look tired.”

“Is it okay if I say that I already miss Ashton from our bed?” the confession left you before you could stop yourself, burrowing closer to Calum.

“Of course. I miss him too,” he rubbed your back soothingly, whispering against your ear. “I also sleep best when both of you are next to me. But for now we have each other, so let’s take care of us until our grumpy boyfriend is back home, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, a smile pulling at your lips at Calum’s not-so-secret nickname for Ashton.

Calum tilted your chin up towards him and kissed you, taking a little bit of extra time with it to make up for Ashton’s absence. You let him carry you upstairs and into the bedroom, Duke curled up against your stomach in bed as Calum held you from behind, whispering softly to help you fall asleep, and promising that your boyfriend will be back soon, you won’t even notice that he was gone.

You desperately wished that that was true.

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You tried your best, you really did – but it was hard to stay positive when Ashton told you a few days later that he definitely needed to stay for two weeks, maybe even more, and with that Calum started to spend more and more time on his phone and laptop, discussing band things with their management, or arranging meetings with the others to talk over whatever idea or info Ashton has sent them. You also did your best to focus on your own job, hoping it will distract you enough that you don’t think about missing your boys, but most of the time it was futile.

Both of you were tired by the time you came back home, only having enough energy to send a message to Ashton and hope he was available for a quick chat, then after dinner you usually found yourselves in bed, Calum falling asleep before his head hit the pillow. But you found that your sleep was restless, even with your boyfriend holding you close, soft breaths tickling your ear as he slumbered. You knew you were overreacting it all: Ashton needed to take care of his Mom, and Calum had to take over his tasks to make the band run smoothly.

And you – well, you felt like you worried too much about Ashton and expected too much from Calum, and that was driving you crazy. You knew Ash was well capable of taking care of himself and his family at the same time, that he didn’t need you to worry about his well-being or mental health, that if he needed something from the two of you he would just tell you. And yet you felt like you were letting him down, that you should do more than this, make his life easier while he was back in Australia, not just feeling sorry for him and yourself from the distance.

And then there was Calum, who suddenly didn’t have that much time on his hands because he was working for the two of them so the band did not fall behind on their schedule, who was trying to keep everything running smoothly while still making sure you were okay too. He was doing his best and tried to give you as much attention as they usually would together with Ashton, but you felt like it was too much energy for one and that you might have been too needy. He deserved a break too, and you wanted to give it to him, to them, not wanting to burden any of your boys with your own made up problems.

.

“Hey, sweets? Are you okay?”

You didn’t realize Calum stopped speaking, or that there were tears streaming down your face. Frustratedly you wipe at your eyes, hoping he did not see them, quickly shaking your head.

“I’m fine…”

“You don’t seem fine,” he pursed his lips, crouching down next to you. “You wanna talk about it?”

The words in your throat desperately wanted to escape, and you gripped the hem of Ashton’s hoodie you stole from his closet to swallow them down. Because you were not okay, you were ready to fall apart. Ashton’s been away for almost three weeks, with no news about his arrival back home while Calum’s been trying to juggle two separate roles at the same time, and it made you feel selfish that he needed to focus on your bad mood now too. You curled up in a ball in front of the couch, knees pulled up to your chest as you hid your face, doing your best to hold yourself together.

“Y/N? Baby, what happened?”

“I’m fine, I’m just…” you hiccupped, voice muffled as you choked on your words. “I’m okay, don’t– don’t worry about me…”

“To hell with that!” Calum scoffed loudly, settling down next to you and pulling you into his arms, at which more sobs bubbled up from your chest. “Tell me love, please? Let me help you. I’m always here, you know that, right?”

It was like the floodgates opened at his words, because it was true, and you hated yourself for it – because of course he was always there, that was one of the problems. You cannot expect him to tire himself out looking after you. You hated yourself for being so needy with Calum, for worrying so much about Ash, for missing him this much even though this wasn’t the first time he was away for long weeks. You felt like you didn’t appreciate Calum enough, that you took his love for granted. You felt like your head’s going to explode, along with your heart.

“…and I miss Ashton too, I do,” Calum whispered against your ear as he cradled your head to his chest, his own voice teary, and you realized that you just said it all out loud, and that Calum was currently responding to all your feelings you’ve been bottling up since Ash left. “It’s really hard without him, I know. I’m so used to him being here with us, I don’t think I’ve spent more than a few days apart from him in the last 10 years. And I know you do this all the time while we are on tour, and I can imagine it does not get easier.”

“Cal, I–”

“And I promise you you’re not taking my love for you granted, and I’m sure Ashton would say the same. Because we both love you very much, and it’s not a burden, you’re not a burden. We take care of you because we love you, and we want you to tell us when you’re struggling and feeling low. Don’t bottle these feelings up, we want to know what is going on with you. You are our girlfriend and you always come first.”

“I really don’t deserve your love,” you gathered all your strength to move into his lap, arms hugging his neck and burrowing into him, crying against his shoulder.

“Don’t say that,” Cal mumbled against your ear, warm hand caressing your back up and down to sooth you while he also swallowed back tears. “I love you. You gotta accept that.”

“I love you too, Cal,” you snuggled close, trying to quieten the last of your sobs.

.

“I really wish Ashton was here…”

It’s been long minutes since you calmed down a little, a few quiet sobs still bubbling up every now and then, and Calum tried to help you talk through all your feelings you’ve been avoiding for weeks now.

“I know, baby, me too,” he kissed the top of your head, using the sleeve of his sweater to wipe away his own tears. “We gotta get our shit together before we speak to him, don’t you think?”

“I would rather you just tell me…” the voice came from the direction of the door, and both Calum and you looked that way, finding Ashton standing there with his luggage next to him.

He looked weary and like he needed a shower and a proper hug, curls hanging over his forehead and his glasses, dark circles under his eyes. Before you knew it he shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor while quickly kicking off his shoes, letting them land in a heap behind the couch before rounding it and dropping down next to you, his arms curling around the both of you.

“Hey honeys, I’m home,” Ash hooked his chin over your shoulder, a long sigh leaving his lips. “I fucking missed you too.”

“You didn’t tell us you were coming,” Cal murmured, no heat in his voice as his forehead knocked against Ashton’s. “Would have picked you up.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Ash said, manoeuvring his body around yours until he was able to pull you to his chest while settling against Calum’s side, all three of you cuddled up in a pile. “Guess I was the one who got surprised… Hey, it’s okay, shhh baby! I’m here!”

You sobbed into his neck, suddenly feeling overwhelmed from your confession to Calum and the fact that Ashton came back home, holding both of you tightly against his body. You heard Cal sniffle above you, and Ash also took off his glasses to wipe at his eyes, his voice a little weak when he spoke again.

“I guess we all just need to hold each other a little tighter tonight.”

“It was a long three weeks without you,” Calum let his head rest on top of his, and Ash nodded, adjusting you in his lap as you started calming down again.

“I just wanna be with you two,” Ashton confessed, kissing your cheek and then Calum’s as well, his body slowly going lax. “Just want to be us again. Want to feel whole again.”

You quietly mumbled your love for them against his shirt as you found your words, voice still a little teary, but full of love, and they whispered their confessions right back to you, the three of you in a pile on the floor, trying to mend the pieces of your hearts which were not broken, but definitely needed some tender loving care from each other to properly heal – to be whole again.

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Little Xmas blurb

Ashton sneaks in a present the reader didn't know about.

Or soft Ashton hours is always fun to read

Hi my lovely! ❤️ I think I was able to do both the Christmas present one and soft Ashton thing in one, and I do hope you’ll enjoy it! ❤️

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a Christmas surprise. [an Ashton blurb]

warnings: some angsty feels and a lot of cuteness. I don’t want to say much because that would give away most of it and that would ruin the story :)

word count: 1318

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“Look, Zoe, look! Look at the teddy Ashton got you!”

The little girl in your lap giggled, tugging on the teddy bear’s ear that Ashton was holding in front of her. He looked at her with a bright smile, babbling and giggling as well, a conversation only the two of them understood. It warmed your heart, the way they’ve been loving each other from that very first moment – he made it so easy to pretend that the three of you were a happy little family.

But Zoe wasn’t Ashton’s daughter, and you were still unsure how serious your relationship was. If someone would ask you about how you ended up in this situation, your only answer would be: it’s complicated. Because how do you explain to people that after you found yourself alone and pregnant, your best guy friend let you stay with him while you were expecting your daughter, and made sure all your needs were met, turned one of his guest bedrooms into a nursery, and even took you to the hospital when you went into labour?

How do you tell people that he was the one who held you when you cried and was there to clean you up when you were sick in the morning, who sang songs to your unborn child and bought you ice cream in the middle of the night when you woke up craving it? How would they react if you told them that Ashton held your hand when Zoe was born, tears in his eyes when he first looked at the little baby bundled into her blankets? What would they say when they learned that he kissed you right then and there, mumbling how proud he was of you and how he might have fallen in love with you while you were living with him.

“Everything’s okay?” Ashton reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you nodded, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Yeah,” you smiled at him, eyes moving between his face and the pile of presents under the tree. “You’re spoiling her.”

“I’m pretty sure there are some stuff for you as well,” he winked at you, tickling Zoe’s foot to make her giggle again.

You were all sitting in the living room, wearing a matching set of Christmas pyjamas, differing in colour, but all having the same pattern. It was Ashton’s idea, and you couldn’t say no to it, not when it was so cute and domestic. Sometimes you let yourself believe that this could be your life, that you and Ashton would be together for many more years.

But if you wanted to be honest with yourself, you didn’t think it was a real possibility – sure, he let you stay with him when you had almost nowhere else to go, and he somehow fell for you during those months, but was this really something that could be a long term thing? What if one day he meets someone who doesn’t have baggage like you? And certainly not a kid.

“Alright, come on, give her to me!” you didn’t realize that you were lost in thoughts again, only when Ashton reached over and took Zoe out of your lap, letting her sit in his own instead. “The thin package, that one. That’s for both of you.”

“You shouldn’t have, I told you,” you shook your head with a smile, already starting to tear the wrapping paper. “I thought we agreed on not doing presents for each other this year.”

“I’m allowed to surprise you,” he bumped his knee against yours, cradling the little girl in his arms. “It’s the boyfriend privilege.”

“Okay, let’s see what did you get us, Mr. Boyfriend,” you pulled out a manila envelope from the wrapping paper, opening it carefully. “I hope you did not buy us anything…”

Ashton only hummed in response, playing with Zoe as you started reading the document in your hands. After the first few rows your eyes went wide, slowly looking back at your boyfriend.

“Ashton… these are… are these adoption papers?”

“They are,” his voice was warm and steady, scooting next to you so your shoulders touched, hand resting on your knee. “I’ve had them for a while.”

“But…” your eyes were going back and forth between him and the papers in your hand. “You wanna adopt Zoe? Really?”

“And not just that,” he gave Zoe back to you before he reached for one of the ornaments on the Christmas tree, a beautiful red orb covered in velvet.

You didn’t have time to process what was happening, because the next thing you knew was that Ashton was sitting across from you, the red ornament popped open in his palm, holding a beautiful ring in front of you.

“Ash–”

“I know you hate clichés. God knows I’ve tried to come up with something else, but nothing seemed as honest as this one. There is a reason why Christmas is the season of love, and I want you to know that I love you, Y/N. I know that sometimes it’s hard for you to believe and accept it. That you sometimes think I only care about you and Zoe because I offered you to stay here and now I don’t have the heart to send you away.”

There was no reason to deny those words – they were things you’ve talked about before, when you confessed to Ashton that at times you did not feel good enough – neither as a mother, nor as a girlfriend. That you thought he could do better, that you did not want to burden his already busy life with a child that wasn’t his own. But Ashton always told you that his feelings were real, and he was happy the two of you were part of his life.

“I don’t want any of you to leave, not ever,” he continued, eyes boring into yours, so beautiful and honest, and you felt tears starting to gather in the corner of your eye. “I know that what we have is not your regular love story and not your traditional family. But I don’t care. I love the both of you with all my heart, and I would love to call Zoe my daughter. I want to give her everything in life, because she deserves to be loved. And you, Y/N, I have no idea what you’ve done to me, but I cannot imagine my life without you now. So I need to ask you: would you let me become Zoe’s dad, officially, and at the same time, would you accept me to be in your life from now on, and marry me?”

Zoe let out a series of giggles at Ashton’s words, and you felt your heart bursting with love, a teary chuckle escaping you as you tried to wipe away your tears. Ashton leaned closer and knocked his forehead against yours, helping you brush away the tears from under your eyes.

“I think she would love to call you Daddy,” you hiccuped a little, making Ashton smile as well as he cupped your cheek.

“And what do you say? Would you like to call me–”

“Hell no!” you scrunched up your face with a laugh, already knowing the joke he wanted to make. “But I would love to marry you, Ash, yes. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he sighed, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss, one full of love and promises. “And I love you too, little Miss Zoe.”

He bent down to kiss her cheek, and Zoe tried to imitate him more or less successfully. You knew you’ll always remember this Christmas, and not because of the ring that was now on your finger, a promise from Ashton to build a life together. It was the love he had for Zoe, and the gift of giving her a real family – blended or not: it was your own.

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Am I too late? 😂🥰 Hi Angie! I hope youre well! Been a while and I miss yoooou! Gimmie some soft holiday magic with Ashton maybe? 👀🥹

My dear Sky 💜 this one ran away with me, and I really do hope this is everything you dreamed of. To be honest, I plan on revisiting this one later this year because I had so much fun building the characters and their story. 💜

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just fall in love with me this Christmas. [a fake dating story with Ashton]

warnings: boss!Ashton. personal assistant!reader. fake relationship. just general cuteness and feels and confessions and such.

word count: 4350

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“It’s one more hour and then you’re free to go.”

“Are you kicking me out of your Mom’s house? My own boyfriend?”

Ashton giggled at your offended face, holding onto the plate he was drying, and you were quick to join him, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You flicked some water at him as you finished the dishes, an offer you made to his mother after she so generously welcomed you to her home and let you be part of their Christmas preparation and the holiday itself. To be honest, it wasn’t such big of a surprise – after all, you were dating her really lovely and really handsome son, Ashton.

Fake dating her son, Ashton. Ashton, who was your boss. Your boss, who somehow made his whole family believe that he did go on dates which he was able to fit into his really tight schedule. A tight schedule which usually took up his whole day, and which you were responsible for – after all, you were his personal assistant, so it was perfectly normal for him to talk about you in the most random contexts, right?

.

Apparently his family thought otherwise.

Ashton approached you after a long Friday night back in November and offered to take you home, saying it was too late and too dark to wait for a cab or an Uber, and that it was the least he could do after you stayed overtime because of his meeting running too long. You were chatting about the upcoming Monday and what you needed to prepare for with the holiday season coming up when he let out a little cough, slowing down at a red light.

“If the holidays have already come up…”

“I did schedule your two-week vacation for December,” you smiled at him, tapping away on your tablet to pull up your notes, ready to jot down any other things he wanted you to add. “You just need to confirm when exactly you want to go home and I’ll buy your ticket as well.”

“What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Uhm… nothing?” you shook your head a little, his question taking you off-guard. “Why?”

“You’re not going home for the holidays?” Ashton looked at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, something you were not used to; he was always so confident and put together.

“No, my family is currently not talking to each other, and I really don’t want to deal with that if I can help it,” you explained, shrugging a little. “I would rather spend Christmas on my own and in peace.”

“What would you say if I asked you to come and spend Christmas with my family?” he parked the car in front of your building, finally turning towards you.

“I’m not sure I understand…” you raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him expectantly. “What is going on?”

“I– might have told them that we’re dating and that you’re coming with me?” Ashton said the whole thing in one breath, face twisting into an apologetic grimace. “I’m– sorry?”

“You did what?” you blinked at him, not even questioningly – you just felt confused. Really confused. You were sure your boss just lost his mind.

Ashton let out a loud groan, head banging on the steering wheel as he mumbled a few colourful curses, before falling back against his seat, fingers running through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up in a second. In any other situation this would have been a hilarious sight for you – your extremely talented and influential, well-dressed and well-spoken boss falling apart in his car, all but making a fool out of himself with the dramatic way he acted. But you knew Ashton. You’ve been working with him for more than two years now, first as a junior assistant, then promoted to be his personal assistant once he fired your predecessor. He rarely freaked out over things, especially minor ones. But this seemed like a problem he was not ready for.

“I’m sorry, I–” he sighed, rubbing at his face tiredly. “It was a misunderstanding and now I can’t get out of it.”

“What kind of misunderstanding? Ashton, come on, you’re not helping!”

“I was talking to my Mom and I was telling her about an event we did and then a dinner and then another thing, just… casually dropping your name in the conversation every 2 minutes or so because obviously it’s perfectly normal for me to talk about my PA when we’re working so closely together, but…” he took another deep breath, hanging his head low before glancing over at you again, red splotches appearing on his face from how frustrated he felt. “She didn’t know I fired Melody in January… and that you’re my PA now… and she thought that this new girl I’m suddenly talking about is actually my new girlfriend whom I did not introduce yet.”

“And you did not correct her on that…” you concluded, and Ashton shook his head, staring at the dashboard.

“Nooope. And she asked me if you would be able to join us for the holidays and before I knew it I’d already said yes…”

“Ash–”

“I just… I just wanted them to finally leave me alone!” he massaged his temple, a headache certainly starting to flare up from all the frustration he carried. “Every time I call home they are always, always asking me about my love life and I just– I hated how I always tell them that I don’t have anyone, how I don’t have time to date, and then… and then I panicked and I just said–”

“Ashton!” you raised your voice and that finally made him look at you, eyes big and maybe a little nervous, still chewing on his bottom lip. “I’m in, it’s fine.”

“It is? Yeah?” he perked up at your answer, desperation still lacing his voice. “You would do that?”

“Sure. After all, I’m your PA. It’s my job to sort out your things,” you took a little jab at him, and that made Ashton laugh a little, letting out the breath he was holding back.

“Thank you, Y/N. You really are saving my ass,” Ashton started pulling himself together, like he didn’t just have a nervous breakdown in front of you. “And of course you’ll be compensated for giving up your holiday for my sake.”

“We can talk about details later. I’ll schedule in a dinner for us, because we definitely need to talk about a lot of things…” you were already making a few notes for yourself before smiling at Ashton, opening the car door. “Do you feel like Italian or maybe something Asian-style for our first official date?”

“Really funny, Y/N,” a laugh hid in his voice as he rolled his eyes. “Surprise me?”

“Of course you would say that,” you shook your head, grabbing your things; after all, this was a weekly exchange between the two of you. “Alright, then I’ll see you on Monday if nothing comes up during the weekend.”

“Thank you again, really,” he gave you a little nod as you climbed out of the car, rolling the window down to call after you. “Have a good night, darling!”

You laughed at his attempt and waved him away, promising yourself that you’ll come up with a nickname for him as well so you can tease him in front of his family. If Ashton dragged you into this whole thing, the least you could do was to have some fun while fake dating your boss.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?” Ashton’s mother fussed with the lapels of his coat, not yet ready to let go of her son.

“We would really love to, but we both have early flights and the hotel is closer to the airport,” Ashton smiled at her, stopping her hands and instead holding them in his own. “It’s still a good hour until we arrive, and honestly, Y/N is not a morning person. Like, at all. And I really don’t want her to miss her flight now that we were able to get a last minute ticket.”

“It was really lovely spending time with you, Mrs. Irwin. Thank you for inviting me, truly, it was a pleasure,” you stepped next to them, letting her hug you as well as Ashton started saying goodbye to the rest of his family. “I really wish we could stay, but we really don’t have any other options.”

“I know, sweetheart. I’m grateful you’ve spent your holiday with us instead of your family, so I understand you want to be with them as well,” Anne Marie gave you another sweet smile, squeezing your hands just like Ashton did with her. “I’m so glad he found you. You complement each other perfectly. I’ve never seen my Ashton this happy, and I wanted to thank you for it.”

“Oh it’s… it’s nothing, really…” you stuttered at her words, suddenly feeling a little awkward; if only she knew that the whole thing was just a well-orchestrated show the two of you put together…

“Please, he looks at you with such adoration. Now I kinda understand why he was so nervous to bring you back home – he’s smitten with you, and there’s no way he would let anyone know that there is someone who has Mr. Big Boss wrapped around their finger,” she continued in a whisper, a twinkle in her eyes, like she was sharing a secret with you.

“Mom, please, don’t scare her away,” Ashton turned back to the two of you, laughing, his arm slipping around your waist. “We should go, darling. We still need to check in and all.”

“Sure, boo. Once again, thank you for everything. These last two weeks were incredible!”

“Please come back soon, both of you,” Anne Marie bid you goodbye one more time before you grabbed your bags and luggage, loading them into the car Ashton rented, then you were on your way back to the city.

Leaving two days earlier wasn’t in your plans, but right in the middle of your stay with Ashton’s family your mother called you up, asking if maybe you would be able to still visit them, even if it was just for a few days. You were ready to tell her that it was a really last minute invitation, and that you were kind of in the middle of something that actually involved your job and your boss, and really, you didn’t want to go and hear the latest family drama. But then that night when you told Ashton about it he was quick to realize that maybe you did want to go and see your family, and he pulled every possible string he could to get you a ticket.

“I’ll change your contact info to Mr. Big Boss,” you giggled, your head resting back against your seat as you looked at Ashton. “Though I kinda like Ashton Bear with the red heart.”

“You’re terrible. Was that really the best name you could come up with?” he groaned, sending you a quick smile as he drove down the road.

“Because Baby Shortcake and the cake emoji were so much better, you’re right,” your eyes rolled at the memory when you were both looking for his phone in your shared bedroom, finding it under the presents you’ve brought, your caller ID flashing across the screen. “How did I even become that?”

“It’s what you ordered for dessert on our third date,” he shrugged, his cheeks flushing pink. “I mean, on our date, when we were discussing everything and all.”

“When we were talking about coffee orders, and I might have confessed that I have a whole chart based on your moods and what kind of coffee you usually drink at that time? Because that was definitely a really good work date, and the absolute best strawberry shortcake I’ve ever had,” you smiled, a twinkle in your eyes. “You should definitely take me back for another dinner or something, I think I deserve it.”

“Only for the strawberry shortcake?” Ashton chuckled, but there was something else laced in his voice, something flirty and maybe hopeful.

“Definitely for the cake. But maybe for something else as well…” you let your answer linger between the two of you, not missing how Ashton tried to hide his smile in his scarf, mumbling a quiet ‘okay’ to you.

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After two weeks of sharing the same bed it was a nice change that you were able to have one just for yourself, even though you were still sharing a room with Ashton. He told you to go ahead and take a shower while he sorted out some things, and you happily wrapped the robe around your body once you were done with your nightly routine. By that time Ashton had also come back and went to freshen up after you were finished, settling down next to you on the couch in his own robe. Before any of you could say a word someone knocked on the door and he quickly went to open it, appearing a moment later with a tray and two mugs.

“What’s this?” you smiled as you accepted the steaming cup, looking at your boss over the rim.

“Hot chocolate,” Ashton returned your smile, taking a small sip of his drink, licking the whipped cream off of his top lip. “I’m still in a Christmassy mood.”

“Yeah, me too. And our room definitely helps with that,” you nodded at the small tree in the corner along with the artificial fireplace in front of you, everything settling the mood for a perfect, quiet night you still had together – the very last one. “Though I really liked your Mom’s living room. It was really nice and cozy.”

“Yeah, it was… it was nice. Back at home. Thank you for coming with me once again,” Ashton stumbled through his words a little before looking at his phone, his lips twitching into a thin line before quickly shaking his head.

“You’re okay?” you did not miss his mood changing, and you thought something might have happened which caused it.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he gave you a forced smile, looking back at his mug, not really drinking it anymore. “Uhm… it’s midnight. You’re officially off duty, and no longer my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” you blinked at him a few times, realizing why his demeanour changed for a second to his usual boss one. “Yeah, of course. Thank you.”

Silence settled over the two of you as you both returned your attention to your hot chocolates, sipping on them quietly. You imagined that this moment would pass without any other thoughts, that once Ashton told you that your agreement has come to an end you would just fall back into your usual roles and act like nothing has happened in the last few weeks. But the truth was that you couldn’t forget about them: the dates you went on, the kisses you’ve shared, the vulnerable, intimate moments you witnessed from each other while you pretended to be lovers.

“You know…” you finally spoke after a few minutes. “I had so much fun during these two weeks with you. It was really lovely and it actually felt like… like something that Christmas with family really should be.”

“I really had so much fun with you too. Can’t remember the last time I felt like this,” Ashton’s mouth pulled into a little smile, nostalgia lacing his voice. “It was the first time that I– that I really wished I could stay a little longer.”

“I’m sorry you needed to leave because of me. You should have told me, I could have found a way to get here and catch my flight in the morning…”

“No, I– I wished that I could stay there… with you,” the confession finally slipped out of Ashton’s mouth, his eyes settling on you. “That you didn’t need to go home, and neither do I. That we would stay and just be together. Just a little longer.”

“I don’t have to go home if you don’t want me to,” you answered in a whisper, almost like you were scared that if you were any louder it would ruin the magic of the moment.

Ashton slowly put his mug down on the table in front of you before scooting closer and taking your cup as well, placing it next to his, eyes still trained on you. His palm curled around your jaw, your own hand sliding over his as he tipped your head forward, nose tracing yours for a moment before you felt his lips slowly press against your lips, soft and tasting so sweet. It was more than just the quick pecks you’ve exchanged in front of his family; a little moan escaped you at the kiss, and Ashton took that as a sign to tease his tongue against your bottom lip, taking your breath away for a second. Your free hand slipped onto his shoulder and up to the nape of his neck, fingers brushing through his curling hair to pull him closer, wanting to get lost in the kiss you’ve shared.

It was long minutes later when he finally pulled back a little, forehead resting against yours as he breathed deeply, the hot puffs of air tickling your skin. You felt a smile tug at the corner of your mouth, eyes still closed, the words softly falling from your lips:

“Hmm, a real kiss?”

“I would like to think they were all real,” Ashton chuckled, heat radiating from his cheeks, but the cheeky smile on his face gave him away.

“That’s why I needed to tell you to kiss me that very first time?” your fingers combed into his hair, tugging on his curls a little while pulling him back again, lips pressing together for another second.

“I’m not a damn fool…” Ashton mumbled against your skin, nuzzling his nose with yours. “Well, not anymore.”

His honesty made you laugh and you buried your face against his neck, stifling your giggles. Ashton wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close to his chest, palm rubbing up and down your back, something that he picked up during your time at his Mom’s house when you were cuddled up on the couch, watching Christmas movies together. You still remembered the first time you were forced to act like lovers and be all touchy with each other, and now it warmed your heart how naturally it came for the two of you.

“I’ve thought that the only reason why I asked you to come with me and pretend to be my girlfriend was simply because you’re my assistant, and you’re used to dealing with my shit,” Ashton sighed against your hair, his voice close to a whisper, and you held your breath as you listened to him. “I’ve told myself that whatever I was feeling during our dinner dates or quick post-work discussions was because it’s been a while since I had someone I could share anything with. Because I needed to pretend we’re together, and I needed to believe I have feelings for you. I told myself I’m not falling for you, that I cannot fall for you. But by the time we have arrived it was already too late…”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him again, foreheads touching, wanting to ask him something, but Ashton continued talking, his eyes sparkling in the colourful lights twinkling in the corner of the room.

“I think… I think I always had feelings for you. Maybe not as strong as now, but they were there. And every time we needed to act like a couple I just froze for a moment because I was fighting so hard to keep my feelings in check. And every time I just felt myself falling even more for you…” a little smile pulled at the corner of his mouth at his own confession, and you ran your fingers down his cheek, softly caressing it. “After those first few times… it was so easy, so comfortable – I liked that feeling with you, being comfortable. I’m not used to that with people.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. And you did remember, every little moment from the past two weeks: all those times when you needed to face a new situation that required the both of you to put your boss–assistant relationship behind yourselves, get out of your comfort zones, and act like the loving couple you pretended to be. It made sense now, how Ashton always hesitated first, but then warmed up to you as time passed by. The long looks, the lingering touches, the unprompted little cuddles, the quiet moments shared in the morning. You could have acted like you always did, just two people having a work relationship. But somehow you always found yourselves close to the other.

“I was telling myself that I’m only feeling this because we’re pretending that we’re in love. That these things will pass soon, especially as we’re coming to the end of our agreement. Funny how I realized what I was really feeling by the time you have decided that you’ll go home to your parents. It made me realize that I might just lose my chance to tell you how I feel.”

“Well, that was… quite the confession,” you let out a little laugh, your own cheeks feeling warm as you cupped Ashton’s face in your hands. “Am I allowed to speak now?”

“Oh, shit, yeah! Of course,” Ashton groaned, trying to hide his blush from you, his dimples appearing as he smiled. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I know you’re good at motivational speeches,” you teased him, making him roll his eyes before looking back at you. “I liked whatever we had before we started fake dating. I love our work relationship, I love our dynamic. But truth to be told… it was really easy to fall in love with you. I always thought you were… decent and… handsome… definitely great humour. But I quickly told myself that I can either ruin this by having a crush on you, or you know… keep my job. And then you fired Melody…”

“…and you decided to keep your job,” he concluded, his voice sounding a little more quiet.

“I also knew that pursuing a relationship with you would be really difficult, seeing as you didn’t really have any breaks in the last few years. And I wasn’t sure how it could work out… PA by day, girlfriend by night? And anyway, I wasn’t even sure if you would like me like that.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure either… not until recently,” he said, nodding for you to continue.

“When you asked me to go on this trip with you, I– I told myself you were crazy. Then I realized I was also crazy for even just thinking about saying yes to your offer. But I thought it could be a fun way to spend Christmas if I’m not with my family, and it also kinda gave me the chance to pretend that you… that you like me. And I was gone from the moment I saw you at the airport, wearing your glasses and waiting for me with coffee… and it broke my heart that this would be only for two weeks.”

“That’s why you ended up saying yes to visiting your family, even though you didn’t want to do it before?” Ashton asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“I had a moment when I felt really close to you, where I believed that this thing between us… it was real,” you confessed, eyes looking down. “And I felt that I might need a few days alone to sort out my feelings before going back to work with you, acting like nothing happened while we were here. Like we didn’t share the bed, we didn’t hold each other, and we definitely didn’t kiss.”

“Well, I don’t want to pretend that these two weeks never happened,” you felt him curl his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap before tipping your chin up, making you look into his eyes. “It’s the happiest I’ve been for a long time now. And I really want to hold onto this feeling. I really want this to be real, you and me.”

“What about our jobs?” you sighed, fingers tangling into his hair and brushing it back from his forehead. “Cause I want this, I want you, more than anything. But I don’t want to give up on you, not as my boss, and definitely not as Ashton.”

“We’ll just try and work it out when we’re back, okay?” he cupped your cheek, leaning closer to press his lips softly against yours. “We’ll schedule a work dinner at that restaurant you liked and talk about it over a strawberry shortcake.”

“You’re terrible,” you scoffed, pressing a smiley kiss back onto his lips. “Do I have to make the reservation?”

“Hey now, I know I’m bad at scheduling, and that’s why I have you, but I’m taking you on that date myself,” Ashton giggled, mumbling his words between more kisses. “It’s what a real girlfriend deserves.”

“Can I keep your contact info as Ashton Bear? With the heart?” you nudged your nose against his as you kissed, his fingers tightening on your hips. “If you’re my real boyfriend now?”

“Surprise me?” his voice turned into a moan, locking his arms around you, your body pressed against his chest.

“Of course you would say that.”

His giggle filled the air, hearty and full of happiness before picking you up in his lap and taking you to the bedroom. There were a lot of things forgotten that night: setting an alarm for the next day. Your robes and the other bed. Staying on your sides as you fell asleep. You both forgot who you were pretending to be and who you were supposed to be.

That night you were finally just two people who fell in love during Christmas.

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Angie, my love. If I can request an Ashton piece where he sees the reader for the first time in years and all the feelings he once felt come back at him like a truck… please?

My lovely lovely Sunny 🌻 A little bit of angst, a little bit of feelings. Hope this will make you happy (or cry, whichever you need!) A journey through Ashton’s feelings, as you asked. ❤️

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I loved you once. [a reunion kinda blurb with Ashton]

warnings: a look back on a past relationship. angst mostly, with a lot of feelings.

word count: 1411

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He loved her once.

Ashton couldn’t believe his eyes when he spotted her. It’s been like what, two years? Maybe even three. He couldn’t remember, there was so much going on in his life that it was almost impossible to recall the last time he had seen her. But she was there, real and so beautiful that it made Ashton’s heart beat faster and his stomach suddenly filled with butterflies.

He didn’t know why it happened, why today? He’s been visiting this specific coffee shop for a long time now – you could say he was one of the regulars, someone all the baristas knew and loved. But Ashton hasn’t seen her here before. Maybe their paths just never crossed. Maybe this was the first time she came here. Maybe she saw him in the shop before and didn’t want to bother him.

What Ashton knew was that the beautiful girl, his past lover, was now standing in the same coffee shop as him, only a few people between them in line. She was blissfully unaware of his presence, and Ashton couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He loved her once.

It was like all his past feelings came back to him suddenly, like lightning struck him while the sky was clear and blue, shaking him to the core. It felt like that very first time he met her, both of them attending the same house party, and none of them wanting to be there, seeking peace and quiet in the backyard. Ashton found her sitting at the edge of the swimming pool, legs dangling into the water and when she looked at him he swore he had never seen anyone as beautiful as her.

He kicked off his boots, and not caring that the legs of his jeans were getting soaked he joined her, mesmerized by her smile and the colour of her eyes. People always told him he has beautiful eyes, but clearly they haven’t seen hers yet – if they did, they wouldn’t say such foolish things. They got so lost in conversation that Calum literally needed to drag Ashton home because they had a thing early in the morning, but not before exchanging numbers and promising to go on a friendly date once they were both free.

He loved her once.

Their so-called friends date ended with kisses shared in Ashton’s car in front of her building, none of them really wanting to let go of the other, and asking for just 5 more minutes before they needed to part. Ashton’s hair was tousled and his lips kiss-swollen, while the girl was giggling, hiding her warm cheeks in his neck as they tried to say their goodbyes in front of the door, pulling back the other at the very last moment.

That night Ashton couldn’t sleep, but he didn’t mind it, not at all. He was staring at the ceiling, a smile plastered on his face as he recalled their date, the things they talked about, the food they shared, the pictures they have taken and the way her kisses lingered on his lips, making him act like a kid who was falling in love for the first time. And maybe he was.

He loved her once.

It felt like a dream come true, like she was the missing puzzle piece in his life that suddenly fell into place. Ashton couldn’t wait to see her again, to go on more adventures, to experience the beauty of a new relationship that could turn into something long-lasting, a domestic bliss he craved deep inside. His friends said he changed for the better, he looked happier and healthier, and it was a joy spending time with him.

She made him laugh at midnight, both lying on the floor and listening to music, not a care in the world. He slept in in the mornings because he had her soft body curled against his side, breath feather-light on his skin. She taught him how to bake, and he showed her how to play the drums. He made her look at the stars with him, making wishes and trying to count them, and she dragged him to the beach before sunrise to watch it together, cuddled under a blanket and drinking coffee they brought from home.

Maybe this was what life was really supposed to be about – the simple beauties of the world, shared with someone you care about. Someone you love.

He loved her once.

Ashton was lost in thoughts and memories, heart thumping against his chest as their past played like a movie in his mind: the very first time he felt her skin against his own, the touch of her fingertips on his sides, how soft and real she felt in his embrace as they made love. The day they first introduced themselves as a couple to their friends, that first video call to his mother when she officially met with the girl after Ashton’s been gushing about her for weeks. He remembered the time they took a trip to the cabin in the woods, their first shared concert and her first 5SOS show where she was standing right next to the stage, looking at Ashton all through the night.

Every little thing they shared together convinced Ashton more and more that he found the love of his life, his soulmate, his one and only for the rest of eternity. Whenever he looked at the girl he felt like he could burst from all the feelings whirling inside his heart, and yet, he never felt so calm and sure about anything.

He knew he wanted to marry her. And he was sure the feeling was mutual.

He loved her once.

Their whirlwind romance ended only eight months after they met at the house party. Or maybe it was ten, Ashton wasn’t sure anymore. If he wanted to be honest, he couldn’t really recall how and what ended their relationship. The only thing he knew was that one day they stopped calling each other, the days stretching long and into weeks, later months. Eight months of knowing each other turned to ten, and during the last two they did not talk to each other, so really, he didn’t know when they really ended all of it.

Ashton still remembered the business trip she went on which soon turned into a disaster when she needed to change plans and go back home to deal with an unexpected tragedy. She told him she needed a little bit of time to sort everything out, and he understood it, of course he did – he wanted to be with her and help her any way he could, but his own responsibilities were looming over his head and he couldn’t make the trip to see his girlfriend. They started missing each other’s calls. The texts they sent went unanswered.

Slowly, but surely they disappeared from each other’s lives, like they were strangers who took the same bus only for a few stops, not knowing when the other got off and disappeared forever. Ashton never let anyone see the pieces of his broken heart – how could he, when they were so tiny they looked like glass dust, with no way of putting them back together?

He loved her once.

And yet, after all this time, as she was standing in line in front of him, Ashton felt like a warm hand slid inside his chest, collecting the crystalized dust and shaping it into a new heart, cradling it softly and carefully. Ashton knew that he loved her once – and he wasn’t sure. Maybe he still loved her.

It happened in a blink of an eye; she turned away from the counter, their gazes meeting in the middle of the busy coffee shop, and Ashton swore her eyes were still the most beautiful in the entire world. And Ashton knew then and there: he definitely still loved her.

The girl gave him a tentative smile, a little wave of her hand, and Ashton did the same, mouthing how good it was to see her again. She tried to hide her chuckle, then nodded at the far end of the shop, settling down to a table, an empty seat right across from her. For the first time in a long while Ashton felt like the butterflies left his stomach, and settled inside of his heart.

He loved her once. He loved her now. And maybe she loved him back too.

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Angie babe, how about a little summery vibes blurb. Walking barefoot, meadows, ice cream with sprinkles, stuff like that… I’m so done with winter and cold temperatures. ~ Rema

Rema @whentherosesbl00m darling - let me give you a little taste of surfer!Ashton who is sadly not written yet, but I think this little something something definitely gives you an idea of how much of a cheeky, summery lad he is!

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a sweet taste of summer. [a surfer!Ashton blurb]

warnings: lots of fluff. lots of inappropriate sex talk. little bit of possessiveness. Ashton with a manbun and a golden retriever.

word count: 1044

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“Did you put on sunscreen?”

“It will just wash off the second I get into the water,” Ashton waved his hand as he dropped off the bag next to his surfboard, already tugging on his shirt to get out of it.

“You cannot be serious,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed his elbow, pulling him under the shade of the umbrella. “You know that the easiest way to get burned is in the water. ”

“But the waves… they are waiting for me…” he pouted at you, arms slipping around your waist as he knocked his forehead against yours. “Please baby?”

“Nope,” you giggled, pressing your lips against his quickly. “You sit down and I’ll do your back, and you can dive in in 20 minutes, okay?”

It was Ashton’s turn to roll his eyes, but there was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he finally settled down on the plaid, his faithful golden retriever Bono curling up between his legs, ready to take a nap. Ash scratched the dog’s fluffy ears as you started putting sunscreen on his back and shoulders, leaving tiny kisses on the condor tattoo on his neck, the curling baby hairs on the nape tickling your nose and cheek. Your hands slipped onto his chest, fingers running over the tattoo on his ribs, and that finally made him fall back against you, eyes big and sparkling with mischief.

“I know you just wanted to touch me inappropriately out in public,” Ashton grinned, head resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah, cause we definitely did not have sex on this very beach at sunset just a week ago,” you smeared some sunscreen onto his nose with a giggle, which made him scrunch up his face.

“We also did not have sex at sunrise on this very beach, you are right,” he quickly rubbed the cream over his face, fingers running over his curls to pull them back into a manbun. “How could I forget that you hate anything and everything related to PDA?”

“No idea,” you pressed another kiss on his cheek, arms wrapping around his shoulders, then continued in a whisper. “Need to show to all the ogling girls on the beach that this man, he belongs to me.”

“Only you, sweetheart,” Ashton sighed, burying his face in your neck. “Just wanna look at you and touch you and love you. Only you.”

Another giggle slipped out of your lips before pressing them all over Ashton’s face, making him turn a beautiful shade of red. He mumbled something about how the sunscreen is definitely not helpful when it comes to blushing, and how if you continued he won’t be able to catch the waves because his suit will show to the whole beach just how much he enjoyed your sweet kisses and teasing touches. In the end you let him go when you were sure the sunscreen had settled and Ash pressed another quick kiss on your lips before picking up his surfboard, disappearing in the direction of the ocean.

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Bono’s ears perked up and he lifted his head when you settled down next to him, fingers running through his soft fur. You became great friends once you started dating Ashton, the two of you spending long hours together when he was out surfing, patiently waiting for him to come back. Now he was on his way back to your little corner on the beach where the shadows were stretching long, and you felt a little pride for your perfectly timed snack break. You put a cup in front of Bono with some whipped cream in it, and he started lapping at the sweet treat just as Ashton appeared, gloriously hot and wet.

“Please tell me you didn’t only buy a Puppuccino,” he looked at you with hopeful eyes, and you threw his towel at him, laughing.

“Like I would ever come back from Sugar Rush without buying you ice cream,” you scooted to the left to let Ashton settle next to you on the plaid, reaching for one of the cups that was resting on top of the cooler.

“With sprinkles?” his cheeks warmed as you gave him the ice cream, his smile wider as he looked at the colourful sugary treat on top.

“Always with sprinkles,” a kiss landed on his cheek, and Ashton pulled you into his lap, holding onto you while also trying to start on his dessert. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Because I made you wet?” he cocked an eyebrow at you, mouth full of ice cream, but the grin was still evident around the edges, and the whole thing made you laugh again.

“Well, your clothes did, but I’m sure you could make me wet if you tried hard enough,” you settled against his chest, licking off your spoon.

“Thank God we live only 10 minutes from the beach,” he groaned, pressing a hard kiss onto your mouth, his lips and tongue tasting like strawberry and lemon. “Cause I’m not sure they would let us get away with having sex on the beach in the middle of the day.”

“I’m sure their surf champion could get off with only a warning.”

“Now you’re just doing this on purpose,” his cold fingers tickled your thigh under your summer dress, making you shiver. “And you’re giving me ideas I shouldn’t entertain out in public…”

“What kind of ideas?” you raised an eyebrow at him, not sure if he was being serious or was just teasing you as usual.

A second later you saw him quickly looking around before he tipped the ice cream cup in his hand towards you, a few melted drops landing on your cleavage just above the top of your dress. You hissed at the cold, but in a moment you needed to bite back a moan as Ashton leaned closer to lick the ice cream off of the top of your breasts. He pressed a long kiss to the base of your neck, nosing his way up to your ear, hot breath tickling your sensitive skin.

“Let me finish my ice cream… and then I’ll take you home… and show you just how inappropriate I can be if they let me get away with it… maybe with the windows wide open…”

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Dad!SOS poly Cashton??? I’m in a baby mood. Making the baby, being pregnant, having a tiny infant, I’m not picky! Any of it!

This little blurb takes place in the All The Things We Dream About universe, somewhere in the future.

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heart to heart. [poly!Cashton discussing becoming parents]

warnings: poly!relationship. discussion of having kids. a slightest bit of angst of not getting accepted being in this relationship.

word count: 1098

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“Hey, Cal… are you still up?”

You felt Ashton move next to you where you were cuddled into his side, trying not to jolt you awake as he faced your other boyfriend (husband, you reminded yourself – they were both your husbands now, even if legally it was not something you were able to do). Calum hummed behind your back, sitting on the edge of the mattress as he tossed his shirt into the hamper, pulling his legs up to slip under the covers. He settled against your back, arm curling around your waist to be close as well, head fitting above yours and resting on his pillow.

You let out a soft sound at finally being held by both of them, letting your body adjust to theirs on both sides of you, and was ready to fall back to sleep when Ashton spoke again.

“Everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, just… long conversation with my Mom,” Calum rubbed his eyes before looking back at Ashton. “Just the usual.”

“She’s still not letting go of the whole thing, eh?” Ash pushed himself up on his elbow, searching Calum’s features in the semi-darkness of the room.

“No, it’s… it’s not Y/N. Well, not entirely. It’s complicated.”

“Try me, I’m good at complicated things,” Ashton replied, motioning towards you and Calum then at himself, indicating the three-way relationship you were in for years now.

“She asked me about kids,” Cal finally answered, and you could feel both of their arms tightening around you for a second.

“What about kids?” Ashton asked again, his voice curious and maybe a bit unsure.

This was a topic that you did not touch on yet. Sure, you knew that along the way it would come up and you will need to discuss the fine details on how you want to approach the whole parenting thing, if you wanted kids at all, but all of you were still basking in the second honeymoon stage that came right after your so-called wedding at which all three of you promised forever to each other, even though for the outside world you were still considered as three people being in a consensual relationship with each other, nothing more. But kids – that would change a lot of things for sure.

“She asked me if we would ever consider becoming parents, and how we think it would work out. Wouldn’t it damage the kids for life, having two dads? Would they know who’s their dad? Who’s the impostor? What would happen if Y/N got pregnant by only one of us? How would the other feel? Or how would we know who’s the dad?”

“Would it really matter?”

Ashton’s voice was soft and that made Calum stop in his ramble. You could imagine him blinking rapidly as his best-friend-turned-lover-turned-husband, and you heard him let out a breath he was holding in, slumping back against the pillow again.

“Dunno. What do you think?” his fingers tangled with Ashton’s over your waist, squeezing each other’s hand.

“Do you want to have kids?” Ashton asked instead, his thumb caressing Calum’s hand.

“Eventually… but not right fucking now,” he sighed, some of his words getting muffled against the sheets. “I don’t feel ready. I’m still too young.”

“And how would it make you feel if I wanted to try for a baby with Y/N?”

You tried to stay as quiet and motionless as possible, waiting for Calum and Ashton to continue their discussion. Ashton’s words were playing over and over in your mind, and you were not alone with your fixation on what he’d said.

“I’ve thought you didn’t want kids, at all,” Calum questioned him, eyebrow probably cocked at the other man and it was Ashton’s turn to sigh, but it wasn’t his usual frustrated huff of breath, but more like a soft exhale that paired with love and affection as he continued to speak.

“It’s different with her. Different with you. I love you both and I feel secure in this relationship. I know we could provide all the love and attention and care a child would need. I want to have a family with the two of you, whenever and however it happens,” he added before moving closer to Calum, maneuvering around your sleeping form until he could press his lips against his forehead. “We’re not in a rush. If it needs to happen, it will happen. We don’t even know how Y/N feels about the whole thing.”

“She would be a great mom. And you would be a great dad, Ash. I would love that for you, more than anything,” Calum’s whispers were tickling your ear, their hands still squeezing each other.

“So you–”

“I wouldn’t mind you and Y/N trying for a baby if that’s what she wants too. I’m fine with wearing a condom and all, just to be sure. And who knows, maybe being Papa to a little one would make me want to have my own kid too,” Cal finally settled down again, his body slowly losing the tension it was holding.

“That means I would be Daddy?” Ashton snickered, and you could imagine Calum rolling his eyes at him, his little huffing laugh giving him away.

“You are already Daddy, you know that.”

They exchanged a few more words and a sweet little goodnight, both of them finding their own place next to you as they cuddled close. Calum’s light snores soon let you know that he fell asleep, but as you tried to follow his lead you felt Ashton pressing a kiss on your forehead, humming lightly as he traced the tip of his nose against yours.

“I know you’re not sleeping, Y/N,” he mumbled against your cheek, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as you blinked up at him, looking a little guilty. “Were you eavesdropping?”

“You weren’t quite subtle and quiet,” you squeezed your arm around his waist, pushing your face against the soft skin of his neck, inhaling his scent. “But I liked listening to you, I’m not gonna lie. I love how you love Calum and how you talked him through all of this.”

“And how do you feel about it all?” his fingers dived into your hair, playing with the strands, his voice once again turning soft and maybe a bit self-conscious. “About the whole kids thing?”

“That it’s definitely a discussion for when we’re all awake, officially,” you pressed your lips against the underside of his jaw, a smile in your voice. “But I do agree. You would be a great Daddy, and Calum would be the best Papa.”

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How are our sweet levi and super dad ash doing?😊

Our lovely Levi and his Dad are always up to have some fun, and it was definitely the case during Christmas time. (Maybe a little late this time, but still.) You can read more about Levi and Ashton in the Super Dad ABC series.

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Daddy Grinch. [a Levi and dad!Ashton blurb]

warnings: mostly just fluffy family cuteness. some naughtiness added for good measure at the end because Mommy and Daddy are, well, naughty.

word count: 1344

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“When will Santa come?”

“What makes you think he will stop by here?”

Levi’s lips formed a pout as he looked at Ashton, throwing a green rubber duck his way which Ashton caught quickly, putting it on his own head, smiling at his son. His arms were resting on the side of the bathtub, fingers dangling into the water before smearing some suds onto Levi’s nose, making the little boy finally huff out a giggle, trying to clean it off.

It was closing his bedtime, but Levi was too hyper to go to sleep, excited to meet Santa. You’ve tried to explain to him that Santa’s not going to visit the house until he’s not asleep, but he was stubborn and said he’s gonna wait for him anyway. You rolled your eyes and whispered to Ashton that Levi was definitely his son, and he just shrugged, flashing you a cheeky smile that he also knows someone who’s just as stubborn as the little blond boy currently munching on his gingerbread cookie.

“I was a good boy this year, Daddy,” Levi declared, reaching for the green duck which Ashton gave back to him, leaning closer to press a kiss onto the top of his head.

“Should we ask Mommy if she thinks you’ve made the Nice List this year?” Ashton reached for a towel when Levi nodded, quickly wrapping it around him when he lifted the little boy from the tub.

Ash took Levi back to his room to dry him off, helping him put on the new pyjamas his grandma from Australia sent him, the reindeers on it making it the perfect Christmas wear. Levi got hold of Mr. Wolfie before running down the stairs, Ashton trying to keep up with him and catching him at the bottom, throwing him over his shoulder.

“Gotcha!” he fell back onto the couch with his son, pulling him into his lap and blowing a raspberry onto his stomach, making him squeal with delight.

“Well, look at you! Aren’t you just the cutest little kid in town?” you leaned against the doorframe, smiling at your boys. “Come and show me your PJs!”

Levi quickly ran to you and wrapped his tiny arms around your legs, already babbling about Santa and all. Ashton watched the two of you from the couch, heart full as you sat on the floor, your son in your lap while you promised him that he definitely made the Nice List. He even took pictures of the two of you, wanting to set them as his background picture, just like he’d done it from the moment he found out you were pregnant.

“Come on Munchkin, let’s put some cookies out for Santa, okay?” you pressed another kiss on the top of Levi’s head, and he nodded, scurrying to the kitchen. “You’re coming, Ash?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he winked at you, helping you up and leading you towards the kitchen as well.

A good 20 minutes later there was a plate set on the coffee table next to the Christmas tree, along with a glass full of milk. Ashton’s been whispering funny remarks to you all through your set up, making it hard not to laugh out loud. Even though you both knew that Santa didn’t exist and that you’ll be the ones who will eventually eat the cookies and all, you still wanted to give the whole experience to Levi, not wanting to ruin the wonder and magic of Christmas. Now Levi was trying to put everything on the plate, not wanting the cookies and the carrots he insisted on for the reindeers to touch each other. He was a very generous little boy as he did pile six or seven gingerbread cookies onto each other, making sure Santa didn’t leave the house too hungry.

Ashton was sitting next to him, pretending to help but in reality he was taking a video of his son, commenting through the whole thing as Levi either asked him to help or made his own comments at his daddy. He was holding a cookie in his hand as he contemplated where to put it, and Ashton couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward, playfully biting off the head of a snowman.

“Noooo, Daddy! That’s for Santa!” the little boy gave him a pout and an offended look, something that looked cuter than it should have.

“Sorry kiddo,” Ash giggled, pecking his cheek. “Let me bring another!”

“You’re the Grinch, Daddy,” Levi still pouted when Ashton brought back some more cookies as a peace offering. “You don’t want Santa to bring me my presents because you’re on the Naughty List and you’re not getting any!”

“I’m sorry, Levi,” he cooed at the little boy, pulling him into his lap and hugging him. “I’ll promise I’ll behave. I don’t want to scare Santa away.”

You watched the interaction from the kitchen, hiding your own giggles at your two loves bickering back and forth. If only Levi knew how high on the Naughty List his dad was…

In the end Levi couldn’t keep being upset as he cuddled up with Ashton, intending to watch Christmas movies until Santa finally arrived. He only made it 30 minutes into the new Grinch movie before he fell asleep on his daddy’s shoulder, wrapped in a blanket and a hug. Ashton opened his arm for you so you could snuggle in there too for a little bit, a content sound leaving his lips as you buried your face in his neck.

“I’m the luckiest man on Earth,” he whispered, resting his head on top of yours. “I love you two, so much.”

“We love you too, Daddy Grinch,” you giggled, pressing a kiss where you could reach him. “We should put the little monkey to bed. We still have a lot to do.”

“Like eating all those cookies left for Santa?” he wiggled his eyebrows, smiling down at you.

“Don’t forget the carrots,” you poked his side, both of you exchanging another laugh.

Ashton took Levi upstairs, tucking him and Mr. Wolfie into bed, before taking a few minutes to write him a little note in the name of Santa, thanking him for the treats left for him. He left the card next to the plate which soon became empty, the two of you munching on the cookies and the carrots as you put the presents under the tree, stuffing the stockings and cleaning up any remaining wrapping papers that would give away the whole game.

You were finishing the last of the dishes when Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek sweetly. You felt something soft bumping against your head, and as you turned around you saw your husband with a Santa hat on top of his head, the pompom swinging around as he shook his head to give you a show.

“You’re so silly,” you muffled your giggle against his chest, his hands slowly sliding down your hips to your ass, squeezing it lightly. “You know, I do prefer Santa Daddy.”

“Hmm, but if I’m Santa Daddy, then I cannot be on the Naughty List,” he gave you a cheeky smile. “But I can definitely put you on top of it.”

“And if I wanna be on top of Santa Daddy?” you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, brushing your lips against his. “Where does that put me, huh?”

“Oh, that puts you on Santa’s special list…” Ashton nipped your bottom lip in return, stifling your moan with his own lips. “Santa’s very special list for the hottest, naughtiest, sexiest Mommy on Earth…”

“Shall we check this Naughty List out? Just to be sure I’m on it?” you tugged on the pompom of Ashton’s hat, at which he quickly picked you up, shutting off the lights as he left the kitchen and the living room, moving to the bedroom with you.

“It is my pleasure, baby. Santa Daddy’s gonna make sure you’re punished or rewarded accordingly.”

It never felt this satisfying, making the top of the Naughty List.

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Christmas Blurb Fest 2022

(aka Angie tries to catch up on the blurbs in her inbox)

latest update: February 5, 2023

heart to heart. [Poly!Cashton discussing becoming parents]

a sweet taste of summer. [a surfer!Ashton blurb]

worship. [a post-tour reunion blurb]

Daddy Grinch [a Levi and dad!Ashton blurb]

reach out & touch me (before i go insane) [a dom!Luke blurb]

just fall in love with me this Christmas. [a fake dating story with Ashton]

a Christmas surprise. [an Ashton blurb]

I loved you once. [a reunion kinda blurb with Ashton]

I’ll hold you until we are whole again. [a poly!Cashton comfort blurb]

sweet cherry pie. [a smutty Michael blurb]