#now Ashton doesn’t have a favorite uncle anymore :((

[ashchoo]

NOOOO COLT WAAAAAAAAA :(((

A small doodle of Human Colt!

Cw: blood

A bitter end.

(The music I listened to while drawing this and crying)

[calpops]

less lonely | l.h.

You move in with Luke and he realizes all of the time he’s missed out on with you and his son.

From my prompt list: I can’t do this anymore & stay with me

1.3k words

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Luke looks around his house, the once clean and comfortable home turned upside down. Boxes and suitcases litter the floor and footprints sweep across the tile from friends helping in the endeavor to move you and Luke’s son in. Luke’s still in awe and shock at the revelations you brought to his doorstep the previous day but an excitement sits in his heart that he can’t deny. His son sits in a baby swing and giggles as Luke crouches down to face him. Robbie reaches a hand up and gives Luke a grin.

“Hey bud,” Luke coos and takes Robbie’s small hand, the baby’s fingers tiny in his hold. “Welcome home.”

“I think he likes it here,” Luke hears you say from behind him, he spins on his heel and faces you, stands to be at eye level and watches as you place a box on the coffee table.

“I hope so,” he mutters, runs a hand through his hair and eyes all of the things that have accumulated around the house. “Is that the last of it?” Luke asks as the door shuts behind Ashton and Michael both toting boxes. Affirmative nods come Luke’s way. “Lotta stuff for two people.”

You laugh and Luke feels a little lighter through all of the adjustments. “Believe it or not, most of it is his,” you retort and send a fond smile over to Robbie. “I may have gone a little overboard.”

Luke shakes his head, knowing that he would have done the same if given the chance. He can’t imagine what he would have done for his son as a newborn, he doesn’t know what ridiculous things he would have sought out. It hits him once again that there’s eight missing months standing between them. His heart aches and his mind wanders through the time he lost but he shakes himself, knowing that letting himself drown in those missing pieces won’t do anyone any good.

“It’s too bad Cal’s not here to help,” Ashton chides lightly even though everyone knows why and would never hold it against him.

“Have you heard from him? How’s Mila doing?” Michael asks and Luke tunes in for an update; his favorite niece fighting an illness that’s left Calum by her side at all times.

“Better,” Ashton informs and the entire room lightens. Luke catches his breath and peers over at Robbie, unable to imagine what it must be like to be in Calum’s shoes. “Cal said if she’s doing even better by the weekend we can go see her.”

Luke leans back down to Robbie and picks him up, suddenly needing to know that he’s okay. Protective instincts kicking into gear at the mention of Mila and the anxiety that looms. Luke rocks Robbie, swaying himself from side to side as the eight month old delights in the motion.

“We’ll go meet Mila, huh, I think you two will be best buds,” Luke whispers with all of the hope his heart can muster.

Ashton and Michael stay long enough to help build and set up the essentials. They stay until it’s dark and rejoice in the new bundle of joy that’s joined the family. Michael makes promises that Robbie is his favorite nephew and vows that this time he’ll be the favorite uncle. Ashton only chuckles and waves a hand at his friend. The day goes by smoothly and Luke finds himself restless as night claims the sky and silence settles into the once bustling house.

It’s late when Luke finds himself sitting on the couch sifting through cardboard boxes, fingers finding a photo album and curiosity getting the better of him. He pauses, knows he shouldn’t pry but the photo of Robbie on the cover allows him to indulge. You’d already promised he could see photos of the times he missed. Alone and under nothing but moonlight pooling in from the French doors Luke assumes now is better than later. He flips the album open and takes a deep breath.

He’s met with the sight of a newborn Robbie, his height and weight written in the margins of the book. He flips through the pages, watches as Robbie grows bigger and hurt makes a home in his heart. Photos of Robbie with you scatter the pages, photos of Robbie with people Luke has never met blow hard truths into his mind. He keeps flipping, restless in his endeavor to catch up on all that he’s missed. He hears the floor creak behind him and turns to find you tiptoeing down the hall.

“What are you doing up?” you ask.

“Just… looking,” he says, voice low and quiet. He turns back to the album and finds Robbie with a smile that could melt and break hearts. “I can’t do this anymore,” Luke mumbles and snaps the album shut.

“Do what?” you question as you approach and see the album now discarded on the coffee table.

Luke sighs and covers his hands with his face as he leans back into the plush cushions of the couch. He rubs his eyes and then drags his fingers down his face and eventually settles his hands balled into fists in his lap.

“Pretend that I’m okay,” he chokes out and feels the dip of your weight on the cushions beside him. “Pretend that it doesn’t kill me that I missed so much of his life.”

“You don’t have to pretend,” you whisper and Luke hears the pain and genuine sentiment in your voice. It almost makes him feel better to know you don’t expect him to be okay with it, that he doesn’t have to put on a strong front or act detached from his emotions. He looks over at you and a realization hits him.

“I don’t want to”—Luke begins and shakes his head and all of the anxieties inside of him—“but I can’t help it. I look at you and him and how bonded you are, I see all of the time I missed to have that with him. I look at you and I blame you.”

“I know,” you say and shock Luke, leave him coming up short and make his heart beat uncomfortably hard in his chest. He didn’t expect that. “And I’m sorry.”

Luke sighs and feels his emotions spike. “Could you really not find me?”

He waits with bated breath, heart beating out the time it takes for you to respond. He feels himself cool, the accusations and blame boiling over and sending a chill up his spine. He instantly feels regret bite at him when he sees how glossy your eyes have gotten and how distant you become.

“I tried,” you say and it sounds like a promise, a plea for Luke to understand. “I wrote you but I didn’t know where to send the letters.”

It goes silent for a moment and Luke collects himself. He realizes you did all you could given the circumstances. One night stands didn’t usually wind up like this. Without his number or address it was all just shots in the dark trying to find him.

“And I was scared,” you admit in a whisper and Luke furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Suddenly I was pregnant and alone and didn’t know how to find you; I didn’t know if you’d believe me if I did.”

Luke sags, his shoulders dropping and weight sinking back into the couch. He didn’t know that. Didn’t think that you might fear his response, fear that he may not believe you or take Robbie as his own.

“I believe you,” Luke says and turns back to you. “I’m sorry too. I don’t blame you, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Moonlight and pain sparkle your eyes as they gaze at the floor. Luke watches your hands, your fingers curling into your palms and dragging across the length of your legs.

“Do you want me to go?” you ask and Luke feels a hidden meaning within the question.

“No, please don’t,” he responds quickly. He reaches a hand out and captures yours, he hasn’t felt a spark simmer under his skin in a long while, but with emotions on high and the night being so dark he feels it under his skin and in his bones. “Stay with me?”

You nod and Luke feels a little bit less lonely as the night fades away.

***

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Ash sits inside the room at the Shady House. He looks around the room, and is glad that no one is inside with him. It’s just him and Pikachu, and as comforting as it may seem, it also is worrisome. The though of it being just him and Pikachu is one that is comforting, yet not. Because when it comes down to life, it always just ends up being the two of them. And when Pikachu leaves (because Ash is so sure, everyone does, eventually) it’ll be just him.

Life just happens, and people leave. Eventually people just go and he can’t explain as to why, but he knows that like the sun will set, people will just up and leave. It’s been happening ever since he was little.

He can hardly remember the early days. The days where his father would pick him up and laugh, the days where he would be held and loved by a man who now frightens him. He can’t remember much about the man now, other than the vague blur of memories and the stories his mother and aunts have told.

He remembers being told to be a good boy, and then being held by his mother as she cried tears. She hugged Ash tight and the two watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles together as her river of tears dried up.

With trauma always comes change, Ash has learned. Every time someone leaves, something happens. Something changes, and Ash learns to deal with it anyway he can.

His aunt has him go to visit his grandmother one day. She drops Ash off with his cousin, going to press a kiss to his head and whisks his mom off for a day of shopping. The sisters go out and pamper themselves, leaving Ash with his favorite cousin Red, who also lost his father.  But he’s also with his eldest cousin, Trey, who doesn’t care for anything that isn’t his dumb gameboy and always being right.

His mama comes home that afternoon with her brown locks drastically shortened at her chin, and nails polished in faint pink. His grandmother smiles sadly, seeing the hurt behind her daughters eyes.

“See Del, I told you you’d look good! New cut, new chapter.” His older aunt also has her locks shortened, just not as much.

“Hill, really?” She tucks a strand behind her ear. “Well, Ashy has been a handful lately. it’ll be a bit easier to manage.”

With the disappearance of his father, Ash finds him sitting in a room with a guy to chat with. Ash doesn’t understand, but his best friend Gary says that his Gramps has put him in the same thing when his parents went away.

When he’s seven Gary decides one day to up and leave. He decides that Ash isn’t fun to play with anymore, and that he’s now serious about having friends that are cool and ones that aren’t cry babies.

The leaving of Gary brings tears of anger. It brings his mother with pats on the back and lots of playdates with pokemon outside. He sits on the swings alone, and forces himself to not cry when Gary convinces everyone to not invite Ash to birthday parties.

Just when things couldn’t get worse, Ash watches as his favorite playmate, his beloved cousin Red, go off on a pokemon journey. Red leaves with an eager charmander and eyes of spark. Red makes promises to write and send postcards, but never doe he send any.

Red doesn’t come home for holidays. Not his birthday, not Christmas, not festivals. Red wins a league and doesn’t come back, going to live on the mountain.

By the time he turns ten, he can count on one hand the amount of people who’ve left: Dad,Uncle, Gary, Red. He closes himself off and gathers his partner at the lab. His partner is ready to leave the second he hits route one, the pikachu all sparks and anger.

“Then go! I don’t need you to be a pokemon master!” Shouts are made, and the little rodent thinks to head off, but doesn’t when a pack of spearrow attack. The pokemon watches as Ash saves him, and the rodent vows to never leave Ash.

They meet Misty, and then Brock. The journey starts to feel like maybe he wasn’t meant to be alone, that those he loves won’t leave. But as soon as the time comes, Brock leaves, because people always leave him eventually.

But then Tracey joins, then leaves, because people do end up leaving eventually.

(But then Brock comes back, and it’ shocking because people never come back.)

Bu like all highs, come with high lows. Misty gets a call, and then leaves. Misty doesn’t come back. Because she can’t come back. Misty leaves, and then Brock leaves, too.

(Somewhere, somehow, Red comes back. Red is back and Ash doesn’t know. Gary comes back around when he’s done playing bully. Ash is more suspicious than surprised. More scared than happy. Gary’s back. What the fuck does that mean?)

Ash travels Hoenn alone. He’s met with two siblings, two people who can never leave each other. He claims they’re lucky, and May just laughs and snorts. But then Brock comes back and makes their trio a foursome and it’s strange. People have always left but come back? Never.

(Secretly, Ash is counting down the days when Brock announces that he can’t take anymore of you Ashton. Because it’s bound to happen. He knows it.)

Brock remains until the end of Hoenn, then back to Kanto. May only leaves when she discovers other contests in other regions, and Max can’t travel alone. Once again, Ash ends up alone. This time, he’s sure of it.

Brock returns once again like a boomerang. He’s back in the cold Sinnoh region with Ash and a lovely bluenette. It’s like clockwork, because Ash knows that in the end, they will leave.

Ash goes to Unova, and there is no Brock.Because like all good things, people leave and they don’t come back. Ash hasn’t seen Misty since Hoenn, Ash hasn’t seen May since Sinnoh. Dawn is gone.

They’re alone, and meeting Iris just makes him feel like he’s with a young Gary. (He see Gary sometimes, and they’re cordial. But it’s a change, and Ash isn’t sure why he feels that way.)

Cilan joins, and like routine, at the end of the journey they leave, and Ash makes little preparations to see them again. He doesn’t think they will visit again, because it’s getting harder and harder. He thinks that he’s starting to hit that mark where people are done, where they leave because they all do it.

Kalos brings him alone with Pikachu. A twosome of siblings, and they make him feel the joy he had when it was him and May and Max. But its’ a bit different, because their threesome is joined by a girl with long hair who thinks he owns the world. Suddenly, he’s perfect and his eyes swim with haunt and disgust everytime she lifts him up.

(How can she think he’s perfect? How can not understand that people leave? People go away, and it’s his fault. He’s not perfect. He’s not anything.)

He leaves Kalos with more trauma and more haunting. He leaves with a kiss and confusion, and feelings that make no sense to him. He leaves, and anxiety piles up as he sits in his home, in his bed.

Alola comes, and there’s no league. There’s no gyms, no journey. There’s school and routine, and people don’t just leave. Kukui kisses him goodnight, and like a father, wakes him in the morning. But then he gets married and the twosome turn to three. He tries not to impose. He was the reason his first father left, and he’s sure he’ll be the reason for the second.

(But Burnet stays, and Kukui stays and everybody stays.)

He meets a boy with jaggy hair and a grumpy look. He meets a brother. One that appears mean, but understands each bone in his body. He lets Ash cry and the fears of his father, of his past, his brother doesn’t laugh at. He sits there and nods and listens and then it hits him. He sees the papers and the photographs. He sees love. He sees a man and a woman who love each other and want to get married. He sees young, in love, and he sees himself. He sees how he could get in the way. He sees how he’s been the pest,the kid, the twerp.

He eyes the photographs and just knows he’ll leave too. And when he leaves Alola, he knows he’ll be just another student, just another person. And it’ll be him and Pikachu, then him and Mama.

(And he hopes Gary, that maybe Gary and him will get married. But Ash can’t see that. He can’t see them having the perfect yard or house, because he knows that he’s a trainer at heart and people leave. He can count them all on two hands now. Maybe three.)

Once, when he was seven, he had to go to his therapist. He had to talk about Gary, and about how he was lonely. He was told it appears he has trust issues, abandonment issues.

So as Ash sits alone in the room, petting Pikachu silently, He knows that eventually, it’ll all go away, and his brother will just be another broken boomerang, like the rest.

(He hopes not, for the love of Arceus, he hopes.)

inspired by @raichoose and Red is from @champofpallet

[fletcherbarnes]

is that [ASHTON IRWIN]? no, that’s just [FLETCHER BARNES]. [HE/HIM] is [TWENTY FIVE] years old and is a [PHOTOGRAPHER]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [ONE MONTH]. on a good day, they’re [CREATIVE & EFFICANT]. but watch out! they can also be [AGGRESSIVE & IRRITABLE ]. [OFTEN BY THE WEEKND ] plays in my head whenever I think of them. can’t wait to see them around Springhill! 

iii everyone!! my name is Lana, and this is my son. under the cut are his bio and everything <3 

**TW: self-harm scars, death, drinking, car accident. 

Full Name: Fletcher James Barnes

Nickname(s): Fletch

Age: 25

Date of Birth: June 22nd, 1995

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation:Bisexual, Biromantic.

Religion: Agnostic

Occupation: Professional Photographer.

Family

Parents: Blair Buchanan(Biological Mother)  Neil Buchanan (Step-Father),  Bernard Barnes (Biological Father, Deceased)

Siblings: Junip Buchanan (Half-Sister), Marina Barnes (Sister, Deceased)

Uncles: Brandon Barnes, James Barnes. Harold Hanes, Gage Hanes. 

Aunts: Tina Barnes. Jessie Hanes.

Grandparents: Grant Buchanan & Greta Buchanan (Step-Grandparents), Norene & James Barnes (Father’s Parents), Jackson & Dawn Hanes (Mother’s Parents)

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Ashton Irwin

Hair Colour: Natural is Dirty Blonde. 

Eye Colour: Hazel

Height: 6′

Weight: 190 lbs

Build Muscular.

Tattoos: Moon Phase on both of his forearms, star on his bicep, a rose on the back of his upper right arm, snake on his shoulder, hear on the side of his right wrist, and a California condor on the back of his neck. 

Piercings: None

Distinguishing Characteristics: Self harm scars on his arms, deep scar on his chest from a car accident. 

Health

Mental Illness: IED ( Intermittent explosive disorder ), Depression, PTSD, BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder)

Sleeping Habits: At times, he usually sleeps very well, but he has spells where he’s up for days and is productive but also incredibly irritable due to lack of sleep. 

Eating Habits: He eats anything. His favorite is any kind of pasta. 

Exercise Habits: works out a lot. He likes to keep himself busy physically so his thoughts stray away from overthinking.

Emotional Stability: Fletcher is usually a calm person when he takes his medicine. If he skips his meds for a few days, he becomes irritable and angry and easily snaps at others. Never mention his dad or his sister. That’s a quick way to get him to explode. And it isn’t pretty.

Sociability: His job as a professional photographer means that he has to be social in order to communicate with his clients. Outside of work he’s just as sociable and enjoys talking to people. He does have his moments where he is quiet and doesn't want anyone talking to him. 

Body Temperature: Average body temp.

Addictions: None

Drug Use: Marijuana. 

Alcohol Use: Frequent.

Personality

Positive Traits: Creative, Efficient, Sociable, Handy, Funny.

Negative Traits: Hot-Headed, Sleazy, Aggressive, Irritable.

Hobbies: Playing drums, painting, driving his cars, running with his dog Ritz.

Habits: Binge drinks, chews his nails.

Favorites

Weather: Rainy

Colour: Red

Beverage: Any strong Liquor, Sweet Tea, Water.

Food: Eggplant Parmesan.

Animal: Dogs and Horses.

BIOGRAPHY:

Fletcher Barnes was born and raised in Brisbane, Australia. His mother Blair was a psychiatrist, his father a famous painter. He had a fantastic childhood and was very blessed with the life that he had. They lived in a huge house, went on vacations often, and he had everything he could ever imagine. His sister was born when he was two, the pair were inseparable. Due to his father being home all the time since his studio was in his house, they were homeschooled by him. 

One thing that Fletcher loved about his father was his creativity and his willingness to let his children explore their creative side. Fletcher couldn’t quite get into painting like his sister did, but he found love for photography. When he was eight, his father bought him a nice camera and was given lessons by his uncle James who was a professional photographer. As he grew, he learned how to take perfect photos, edit just the right way, and position things just how he wanted. 

Another memory he has of his father was always going with him to his art shows, helping him set up, taking photos of all of his artwork, and helping him pick out a suitable outfit. The Barnes family more often than not coordinated their outfits with each other at each show they did. He remembers the excitement of all the people flooding in, the snacks him and his sister would snag, and talking to lots of different people. Happiness radiated in the family, and it showed. 

But that happiness wouldn’t last long. 

When Fletcher was thirteen, he was helping his dad load up their car for his art show that was coming up. His father wasn’t his usual self; he was quiet, reserved, and short with Fletcher and his sister. He wasn’t himself, and Fletcher knew it. But, he still went with him and so did his sister, despite his mother’s plea for them not to go with him. Why did she insist on them not going? He didn’t know, but they went along with him. As they were going down the highway, Fletcher tried talking to his father, but he was stone silent. The car picked up speed, and he felt his father grab his hand tightly. The last thing he remembered was him saying he loved him, then everything went dark. 

He woke up in a hospital with his mom by his side, and that’s when she delivered the news to him. Both his father and his sister were dead, and he wrecked the car on purpose to take his life. Fletcher was numb, at first he thought it was a joke, but she was serious. The two most important people, dead. He didn’t cry, he didn’t scream. He just sat there and was numb to the whole situation. He was unable to attend the funeral since both of his legs were broken and he had to do physical therapy. 

After spending two months in the hospital, he made a full recovery and went back home. It didn’t feel like home anymore though; it felt like a prison. His mother was in a very dark spot with her depression, she lost her job, and when she was awake, she was drinking. More often than not, he stayed at his grandparents. They had a hold of the will, and it wasn’t to be opened until Fletcher turned eighteen. 

He went to public school and graduated with amazing grades, and on his eighteenth birthday, it was time to open the will. He spent his day with his mother who was now a functioning human, and they spent the day opening presents, getting ice cream and going out to eat, then ending the day at his grandparents house where they would open the will. His mother opened the will, and she was shocked and angry. Confused, his grandma took the will from her and she gasped. Fletcher had no idea what was happening until it was then handed to him.

Everything was his. The house, his paintings, his cars, his bank account. He left everything to his son. He sold everything except for two of his dad’s camaros and a painting of him and his sister, and ended up with a very large amount of money. He was hated by his mother and everyone else, so he packed up and left Australia and headed to America. He became a citizen and lived in LA, building up his reputation as a photographer and eventually becoming the most sought out photographer in LA by the time he was twenty three. 

He’s photographed fashion shows in Milan, Paris, New York, and London, for magazines like Time, Vogue, Elle, and has even worked on movie sets. Fletcher wanted to get away from LA life, and he decided it was time for a change of pace. He moved to Springhill, New Jersey where he would continue his photography career. He’s lived there for a month, and loves it. 

[wildflowerirwin]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked Before

I was tagged by @calum-uncrowned (thanks Sophie)

1. what is the color of your hairbrush: brown but my travel one is rainbow stripes

2. name of a food you never eat: Brussel sprouts 

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?: too cold until I’m in bed and then I’m too warm

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: buying a scratching post for my cats

5. whats your favorite candy bar?: three musketeer 

6. have you ever been to a professional sporting event?: I saw the Minnesota Twins play when I was 7

7. what’s the last thing you said out loud: "that's enough rice for you”

8. favorite ice cream flavor:  Chocolate chip cookie dough or mint chocolate chip

9. the last thing you had to drink: Coca Cola

10. do you like your wallet?: I don't have a wallet, I have a card holder that hangs on my lanyard with my keys

11. what was the last thing you ate?: sushi and Panda Express 

12. did you buy any clothes last week: no im poor

13. last sporting event you watched: the hunger games

14. whats your favorite flavor of popcorn: I put white cheddar seasoning on my popcorn

15. who was the last person you sent a message to: @loverslonelylrh about Zayn’s niece

16. ever go camping?: Used to go every summer with my family but then when I was 12 my uncle decided we weren't going outside anymore so its been a while

17. do you take vitamins: used to take the flinstones chewables but I haven't taken a vitamin since I was like 6

18. do you go to church every sunday?: I used to be forced to go when I lived at home but I haven't been since the last time I was home which was November 

19. do you have a tan?: We still have snow on the ground so no I don't have a tan

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?: Chinese

21. do you drink soda with a straw: If im at a restaurant yes

22. what color socks do you wear?: whatever colors I find im not picky

23. do you ever drive over the speed limit?: I have never once gone the speed limit I’m literally always 5 above or more (more like 10 above)

24. what terrifies you: lots but mostly spiders

25. look to your left, what do you see?: my wifi router

26. what chore do you hate: putting my clothes away

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?:  Ashton Irwin

28. what’s your favourite soda?: Coca Cola

29. do you go into fast food places or drive thru?: drive thru unless I’m with my husband then we go inside because he doesn’t believe in drive thrus

30. who was the last person you talked to?: the cashier at PetCo

31. favourite cut of beef?: Uhhhhh I like hamburgers

32. last song you listened to: Getaway Green by All Time Low

33. last book you read?: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl

34. can you say the alphabet backwards?: Up to L 

35. how do you like your coffee?: I only like white chocolate mochas, campfire mochas, and mint conditions 

36. favourite pair of shoes?: my crocs and my vans 

37. the time you normally go to bed?: between 9pm and 12am

38. the time you normally wake up?: 7am to 10am 

39. what do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?: sunsets

40. how many blankets are on your bed?: a sheet and my kitty blanket

41. describe your kitchen plates?: they're white with a blue trim

42. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?: rum and coke or mango rum mixed with mango lemonade truly and sprite

43. do you play cards?: I used to play with my grandparents and my aunt and uncle but I haven't seen them in a while 

44. what colour is your car?: Logan is black but right now hes more gray because hes dirty 

45. can you change a tire?: I know the steps but I don't have the strength

46. your favourite province?: the fuck is a province

47. favourite job you’ve had?: Assistant Manager at Eddie Bauer and Beauty Supervisor at Victoria’s Secret

48. how did you get your biggest scar?: I was mocking my cousin and karma got me by putting a nail through my hand

49. favourite day of the week?: Monday because that's when I get my unemployment checks

50. what did you do today that made someone happy?: I bought my cat Bear a new Mufasa Triangle so now he has a functional Mufasa Triangle again

I’m tagging @dontdoitluke @noshamenion @loverslonelylrh and @haikucal

[5sos-bitches-blog]

Fast Food

*Warning there's some strong language and sexual themes lmao, but yeah feel free to make requests*

Luke

"M! to the C! to the D! to the onalds!" You sing, dabbing ridiculously on each letter.

"Baby-we're going, we're going..." Luke grumbles, pulling on his shoes.

"Thank yooou," you sing to him, dancing around only wearing your shorts a sleep tank top.

"Are you a little drunk?" He mused, his eyes lit with subtle amusement. Luke loved when you were drunk, he claimed it's one of his favorite versions of you. You get more sassy, saucy, and spontaneous. He loved watching you be able to just be yourself without any barrier, even if you were kind of foggy.

"Maybe a little..." you giggle, tugging on his arm to get him to move faster.

The night has started with a few drinks with your friends before Luke came home from the studio, but being a lightweight you were feeling pretty good right now.

"Baby you're not wearing any shoes," he noted.

"I am well aware Mr. Hemmings," you wink, instantly giving him half a boner. He shakes his head chuckling to himself.

"Get on my back, I'll carry you to the car." He directed, crouching down for you to climb on.

You giggle, struggling to keep your balance while trying to wrap your legs around his waist.

You finally get yourself situated, your hands in his long curly hair.

"You know you're kinda smelly?" You state matter of factly, inspecting his blonde locks.

"Oh am I?" You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Very much. You need a shower," you proclaim, giggling.

He groans playfully, responding "you better be careful missy, I am the one getting you fast food."

You giggle, knowing he's just messing around with you.

He sets you down and you climb into the passenger seat and put on the seat belt.

"So... we're getting Taco Bell, right?"

Ashton

“Honey! Im home!” Ashton yells, using his man voice. You smile, loving the feeling of him being around. He had just gotten back from touring only a week ago, and you still couldn't get used to the fact that he was actually physically here.

“I'm in the bath!” You call back, hoping he hears you.

You hear his heavy footsteps clomp up the stairs, where he opens the bathroom door and peeks his head in.

“Oh, there you are.” He smirked, his eyes lit up.

“Here I am,” you flirt, batting your eyes at him.

“I have a surprise,” He announces, still not having fully stepped in the room yet. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to show you.

“Drum roll please!” He announces. You start tapping your hands on the white porcelain of the tub, grinning at him. Suddenly he kicks the door the rest of the way open, showing chinese take out containers from your favorite place.

You squeal excited while shimmying in the bath.

“Okay I'll be out so-”

“No!” He cuts you off abruptly. “I am coming in with you.” He winks, setting the food on the sink and pulling of his clothes. Every time you see him naked it's like the first time. Your hands get sweaty, your face hot. Your eyes drink in every detail they can, from the curve of his neck to the trial of light hair from his bellybutton down…

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Ashton states, wiggling his butt at you. You groan at his lame joke.

“You know how old that joke is right? It's not even a burn anymore.” You laugh, moving to the side of the tub to let him in.

“I know, but it makes sense-Jesus how hot do you keep the water?!” He exclaims, making weird faces as he sinks into the molten water.

“Toughen up,” You retort. Ashton pulls the food out of the bag, handing you yours along with a fork. You still hadn’t quite mastered how to use chopsticks, no matter how many times ashton tried to teach you.

“Hey, it floats…” He set his styrofoam dish in the water, looking amazed with himself. You giggle, stuffing food into your mouth.

“Thank you, for bringing home dinner.” You smile at him, your head tilted to the side.

“Of course love, anything for you.” He smiles back. You lean back in the tub, closing your eyes and counting your blessings.  

Calum

“You know you looked stunning tonight, right?” He whispers in your ear, nibbling on the edge. You were both currently in the back of a black SUV, on your way home from the VMA afterparty. The boys had won, and Calum had mentioned you in their acceptance speech. That wasn’t even the best part, after the show you got invited to Miley Cyrus after party. You even met Beyonce. BEYONCE.

“Are you going soft on me Hood?” You giggle, running your manicured hand up his thigh as he moved down your neck.

“No baby… I am rock hard…” He murmurs against your collarbone. You gasp as his teeth graze your sensitive skin.

“I really wanna do this babe, but I need to eat something.” You gasp, pushing back and looking at his sweet face.

“Oh thank god you said it!” He instantly sits up and looks into your eyes, “I am starving but you were giving me sex eyes and I wanted to give you what you wanted-”

“Cal, I didn't give you sex eyes!” You exasperate, looking at him with amusement.

“You totally did! But that doesn’t even matter right now, I am so hungry. Excuse me buddy- could you maybe pull through… wait what do you want? Taco bell?” You nod your head in approval. You driver-whose name happened to be Eric- approved and adjusted your course.

“God baby… I love it when you take control.” You growl in his ear, loosening his tie.

“Oh honey, just wait until I have a quesadilla powering me.”

Michael

“You may now kiss the bride!”

You're immediately engulfed in Michael's arms, his soft lips on yours as you share your first kiss as a married couple. He has always swept you off your feet, and this kiss was no different. He sets you down to seen, but keeps your face close.

“I love you so much…” He mumbles, his arms still around you. You wink back, knowing everyone's eyes are on you. You both turn and face all of your family and friends, and walk down the aisle, finally married.

You all stand outside the chapel, greeting everyone as the file out of the church. You had been planning this for over a year now, and it was going as smoothly as possible. Your drunk uncle had decided to make a scene when his ex wife showed up, but it was handled by your three favorite groomsmen.

You sighed once you and Michael had a moment alone for the first time today. Everyone was standing outside, rice ready to be thrown.

“You ready?” You ask, looking up into his forest green eyes.

“After you, Mrs. Clifford.” He winks, grabbing your hand and opening the door. You walk outside, letting everyone celebrate your love with you. You and him make it to the car, laughing.

“Did you see luke get hit in the eye with a grain of rice?!” You giggle while Mickey pulls away from everyone, the tin cans attached to your car jingling behind you.

“Of course! He screeched like a little girl!” He chortles, reaching for your hand.  

“Mikey! Let’s go get Subway!” You say, your eyes lit up with a brilliant idea.

“You wanna go like this?” He asks, motioning to your larger tulle ballgown.

“Yes! It'll be so fun- come on I promise.” You give him your favorite puppy dog eyes and you can see him cave in.

“Okay, let's go to subway.” He says pulling into the parking lot. He gets out of the car before coming around and opening your door for you. You grab his hand and walk in together, knowing that you are his princess.

[loving-jack-kelly]

I Live in Nightvale

Reasons why my town is actually Nightvale:

One time somebody stole a bowl of soup. We know this because my family came home to a dirty bowl in the sink and our crock pot lid off. We don’t know who stole the soup or why, but nobody had been home all day.

A moose fell in an old well and couldn't be saved. A local family took it home and ate it, we think.

I have a cousin who disappears into the woods with nothing but a bear skin sometimes and reemerges after a few days.

The same cousin has such a high pain tolerance that he fell fifteen feet out of a tree onto a bucket and slipped three disks in his back and yet wasn't in enough pain to go see a doctor for three years.

 “Do not go into the woods next to the playground, unless you are on the path. Only enter the path with a teacher. Do not ever leave the path. If you enter the woods and get hurt, it’s your fault.” (A message from the teachers of the only school that was given the first day of school every year)

 “The birds fly into the windows often, it’s okay. Ashton, go put the bird in the woods, but keep yourself out.” (eighth grade english)

 There’s a carnival every year. All the same people run the same booths and same rides in the same spots every year. One year the swings didn't come. Now nobody mentions the swings. One time I mentioned how much my older sister used to love the swings and she looked at me blankly. We literally don't talk about the swings anymore.

 We have a first selectman instead of a mayor. Wade Cole has been our first selectman for literally longer than I’ve been alive. Nobody runs against him. Last year somebody ran against him and lost, and now he’s moved out of town. Wade Cole is still our first selectman.

 We have as many churches than other public spaces combined. Three churches. One restaurant, one post office, one public library. The library barely counts, as it’s open four hours a week.

 Mr. Welcome has always been the social studies teacher. He teaches math once in a while. He used to keep a pig’s brain in the freezer. Or maybe it was a cow’s brain. The story changes every time we ask.

 One school, pre k to eighth. 200 kids, just about. And yet, nobody’s parents are in the PTO. Who is in the PTO? Not my mom, who’s also a teacher. Not my dad, either. Not any of my friends’ parents.

 There used to be a store and a gas station. It burned down. Now nothing is there. There is grass and then a church on one side and a cemetery on the other. Nothing but grass where the store used to be though.

 The bears wake up every spring. Most people take their bird feeders down so the bears don’t get them. Aunt Liz leaves hers up, bears are common on our road.

 Everyone is Norwegian, and everyone is related. We have the norwegian festival every winter to celebrate how Norwegian we are. One time a man got up and sang in Swedish at our Norwegian fest. He’s not allowed to sing at the Norwegian fest anymore.

 Mr. A drives a fifteen passenger van with tinted windows. Mr. A gives rides to schoolchildren in his van. But Mr. A is a beloved member of the community, loved and trusted by literally everyone. The van is a symbol of his large family, also loved by the community. Mr. A is my favorite person.

 Plays I participated in in middle school:

  “Joust” (King Arthur but with boomwhackers instead of swords. Boomwhackers are hollow plastic tubes that play a note when you hit something with them. We harmonized with the boomwhackers. I was a knight called Sir Prize)

  “Attack of the Killer Grasshoppers” (A skin cream turned members of a school science fair into giant grasshoppers. Potatoes painted green turned them back into people. I played a deaf old janitor named Mr. Stardrifter)

  “Magic Tree House” (Actually normal. I was Jack. It was awesome.)

  “The Ever After” (A talk show reuniting and reconciling fairy tale heroes and villains. I was the sleazy talk show host. By far my best middle school role. My name was Monteray Jack Chesterfield Williamson III)

 “One time I saw Hunter C. in the woods. He was eating a tree. Hunter C. is cRaZy!” (one of the many Hunter C. memes. Hunter C. was strange)

 Crazy hair day equals most people use washable hair dye, one person per grade is Pippi Longstocking, somebody does the bottle up do thing. At least one boy does a Mr. Welcome hairdo. One person doesn't do anything and is ignored all day.

 Candy on Fridays except when there wasn't school unless it was a good friday and then you get candy anyway because after all, Candy on Fridays.

 In the summer the swing mats from the school playground always go missing. One end up in the orange math game thingy that nobody uses. Nobody knows who’s doing it, but it happens every year.

 The Lego Man who lives in the brown house. Nobody knows his name but sometimes he leaves packages of Legos on his driveway for the kids. He works for Lego. We aren't sure who he is.

 There’s these little wooden houses? Everyone has at least one, usually of the Coach and Four? But like? Nobody I’ve ever asked has been able to say where they come from? But everyone has one.

 Last winter every town around had at least six inches of snow. I spent Christmas in a sweatshirt. No snow. Usually we get way more snow than the surrounding towns. We were in a weather bubble or something.

Also weather related, driving up from the town I go to high school in, there’s a corner. One specific corner. If you watch your car’s thermometer, when you go around the corner, the temperature drops a least five degrees every time.

 I’m related to literally half the town. Of the around 1000 households in town, 500 of them are related to me. My grandpa counted.

Uncle Arnie man. My Uncle Arnie died when I was like six and then I replaced him. With some random guy who went to my church. I called this man Uncle Arnie for years. Literally until I was like fifteen. I found out Uncle Arnie died last year. I’ve been calling Ray, Uncle Arnie for nine years, and nobody corrected me. I found out because he spoke in church and his name is Ray. Not Arnie. His wife is not my Tante Ruthie. I don't even know who she is, but I’ve been calling her Tante Ruthie. Nobody corrected me. For nine. Years.

[talkfastromance4]

can you give me some uncle!ash? you can make it omf if you want! 💕

ooh yes! dad!ash or uncle!ash is ALWAYS a good idea. honestly ashton with kids is just oof. ALSO, how i picture their relationship is kind of like the bond between uncle jesse and michelle from full house lol i don’t know why

Catch up on Olive, Willie and Calum in Our Mini Family (they aren’t in chronological order, but I’m usually writing them where Willie is a toddler)

Also, this got very long and i’m very sorry. no i’m not

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So right after Calum, Ashton is second in line to being the favorite to Willie. Willie loves how silly uncle Ashton is and he’s always up to play race cars or restaurant or Willie’s favorite game about an elephant, a dinosaur and a cowboy. (That game is lost on everyone except Willie and Ashton, that’s their game.)

Just recently, Calum and Olive have decided to find a place of their own, so that they can really be a family. Calum’s barely at his place as it is because he and Duke spend nearly every night at Olive and Willie’s place. So they were going to take the day exploring houses with their realtor and Ashton was more than willing to watch Willie while they were gone. 

Willie was having none of it at first. After turning three on August 21, Willie has reached the terrible threes and they’ve become fussy and an angry little person. 

“I go too! I go too!” Willie kicks their legs in their car seat in the back. 

“Uncle Ash will be sad you don’t want play with him, Wills,” Calum says and it’s as if he said the magic word. 

Calum and Olive wanted it to be a surprise Willie would be spending the day with Ashton but with their continuous screaming, it was time to throw in the towel.

Willie’s legs stopped kicking immediately.

“Unca Ash?!” their eyes widen and then they’re kicking again, but this time from happiness. Willie makes a little dance of it all as well.

“Yea bugaboo, you’re going to spend all day with Uncle Ashton,” Olive tells them turning in her seat. 

“Excited mommy!” Willie smiles showing their tiny dimples in their cheeks. 

Calum and Olive exchange smiles and listen to Willie’s story they’ve created. The thought of spending the day with Ashton has put them in a much better mood. 

When the family of three arrive at Ashton’s, Willie is a wiggling worm trying to get out of their car seat.

“Willie, you need to sit still for mommy so I can get you out,” she tells them a little sternly.

Willie freezes while Calum grabs their bag, he laughs at Willie’s clear excitement but still feels a pang of jealousy of that excitement directed to Ashton. He’s glad Willie has connected so well with all of his friends, but it’s hard to take at the same time. Does Willie get that excited for Calum anymore?

Once Willie is safely on the ground, they bolt up the driveway to the front door and they try their hardest to reach the doorbell. 

“Daddy help! Can’t reach!” Willie shouts looking back at Calum and Olive.

That eases Calum slightly so he rings the doorbell then opens the door to see Ashton halfway in the hallway making his way to the entrance. 

“Munchkin!”

“Unca Ash!” Willie squeals and runs to their favorite uncle who scoops them up in a big hug. 

Calum and Olive shuffle in grinning at the exchange of dual happiness between Ashton and Willie. 

“Hey guys,” Ashton finally greets them shifting Willie to his hip who is now playing with the chain around Ashton’s neck. 

“Hey man,” Calum greets. “Everything you need is in here, their blanket, toys, snacks and a sippy cup of juice.”

“Make sure they drink water for lunch, though,” Olive instructs. “We can’t have juice all the time, right bugaboo?”

“Mhmm,” Willie hums indifferently then says to Ashton, “play the drums?”

“We can play drums, munchkin,” Ashton grins kissing their cheek. 

“All right, well, we’ll get going I guess,” Olive says kissing Willie’s cheek. “We should be back close to dinner time if we’re lucky and find something we like.”

“Call if you need anything,” Calum says kissing Willie’s cheek as well. “Bye Wills, be good for uncle Ash.”

“Can you say bye to mommy and daddy?” Ashton asks as they walk out the door. 

“Bye mommy! Bye daddy!” Willie waves. 

“All right munchkin, want to play drums first?”

Willie claps their hands and screams in excitement as Ashton is already heading downstairs where his (and Willie’s) kits are. Ashton doesn’t play as hard like he normally would and he creates a simply beat while Willie watches in hard concentration. 

Willie tries to mimic Ashton the best they can and Ashton encourages them the whole time. Then like all the other times, Willie goes crazy and hits everything with much enthusiasm. 

After drums, they head upstairs to color and watch Blue’s Clues or Little Bear. It’s a Blue’s Clues kind of day. They’re sat at Ashton’s coffee table with sheets of paper and crayons and a pile of cheerios in the middle that Willie would always nibble on.

Half the time Ashton would just sit and watch Willie, completely enraptured by this little person whom he loves so much. Willie would speak to the TV and sing along when necessary and Ashton can already tell they’re going to be a genius. 

After coloring time they go outside and play in the sandbox, a necessity that needs to be at every uncle’s house. Ashton listens to Willie chatter about whatever it is on a three year old’s mind and plays along with their imagination. 

Willie yawns loudly. 

“Let’s head inside for naptime,” Ashton suggests dusting sand off his hands. 

“No nap! Elephant and cowboy time!” Willie waves their arms in the air. 

“We can play elephant and cowboy after your nap, I pinky promise,” Ashton holds out their pinky which Willie links up with quickly. 

Naptime is the best with uncle Ash. Willie snuggles up next to him in the middle of Ashton’s bed with pillows surrounding the edges. Ashton always makes up funny stories for Willie while rubbing their head (a trick Calum told him) until Willie fell asleep. Ashton would slip away to let Willie sleep for about an hour or an hour and a half. 

While Willie slept, Ashton cleaned and would get the ingredients ready for dinner (mac & cheese and hot dogs in croissant rolls were Willie’s favorite) until he’d hear Willie calling for him. 

“Did you have good dreams, munchkin?” Ashton would ask as a sleepy Willie rubbed their eyes. They looked a lot like Olive did when waking up. 

“Uh huh, mommy, daddy and Duke flied me to nana’s house.”

“Really? That’s a very good dream,” Ashton nods. 

The rest of the day goes off without a hitch, they played their elephant/dinosaur/cowboy game--Ashton winged it every time--and watched more Blue’s Clues after dinner until Olive and Calum came back. 

“Where’s our little Willie?” Calum calls and Willie scrambles from the couch after hearing his voice. 

“Daddy!” Willie lunges into Calum’s legs who grunts at the impact. He hugs Willie best he can before squatting in front of them letting Willie climb onto his thigh. Willie began telling Calum all that they did with uncle Ash in broken sentence but Calum listened intently. 

“Did you find something?” Ashton asks Olive while Willie and Calum share their moment. 

“I think so,” Olive nods, “We’re going to look at it again Monday but this time with Willie. You guys clearly had fun today.”

“We always do,” Ashton grins, “but look at how they are with Calum.”

“I know,” Olive smiles, “he gets jealous of you sometimes.”

“What? That’s crazy. Willie doesn’t look at me like that,” Ashton shakes his head. 

Olive looks at Willie who is still sharing about their day all while holding Calum’s cheek in their tiny little hand.

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