#this is lashton but only barely

[allsassnoclass]

hii hazel!! i think you write soft fics really well 🥺❤️ from the prompt list, could you write something for 'toothpaste kisses' for any pairing you like <3

hi adi!!! thanks for sending one in <3

lashton: toothpaste kisses

When Luke glances up in the bathroom mirror, Ashton is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed in front of his bare chest and small, fond smile on his face. If anyone else appeared behind him without notice while brushes his teeth, he would jump five feet in the air and scream, but Ashton doesn't startle him like that anymore. He can be completely zoned out in his own world and tune back in to find Ashton standing next to him as if he has never been anywhere else. Luke's body doesn't register the other presence in his space, like Ashton is an extension of himself that he's always in tune with rather than a separate person he has to keep tabs on.

He spits into the sink and swishes some water around in his mouth, running the water until all traces of the foamy toothpaste disappear down the drain. When he looks up again, Ashton's smile has grown.

"Enjoying the view?" he asks with a cheeky smile. Ashton crosses the short distance to wrap his arms around Luke's waist, engulfing him in warmth. He presses a kiss to Luke's shoulder, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

"It's a nice view," he says against his skin. Luke shivers at the ticking sensation. He attempts to twist around in Ashton's arms to properly kiss him, but Ashton just tightens his grip with a smile, then digs his fingers into Luke's sides. Luke laughs, curling up on himself, unable to defend against the onslaught until he's breathless and Ashton finally relents.

"You ass," he says, finally allowed to turn around and face his partner fully. Ashton smiles cheekily.

"You love my ass," he says.

"I do," Luke agrees readily, reaching down to squeeze his butt just because he knows it will make Ashton throw his head back and laugh, letting his sweet, melodic giggle fill the bathroom.

"I love everything about you," Luke says while Ashton lets out his last bit of laughter.

Luke knows he's being hyperbolic and that it's impossible to love every little thing about a person every second of every day. He gets frustrated at Ashton's stubbornness and when he leaves his dishes in the sink instead of loading the dishwasher, but Ashton wouldn't be the person he loves without those little annoyances. Luke would much rather have to put his plate from breakfast in the dishwasher himself than have Ashton be anyone else. He will love Ashton in every iteration, stubborn refusal to load the dishwasher included.

"I love everything about you, too," Ashton says, fondness layered in his voice as he tugs him closer. Luke has no other option but to kiss him, bending forward to taste the minty toothpaste still lingering from Ashton's own bedtime routine, the two of them pressed as close together as they can be under the yellow light of their bathroom. Ashton's shoulders are smooth and warm under his palms, his arms secure around his waist, and Luke thinks that this is one of a million moments he would be content to stay in forever.

Ashton hums when he pulls back, looking at Luke through half-lidded eyes.

"Ready for bed?" he asks. Luke nods. They exit the bathroom with their arms around each other, parting only to get under the covers on opposite sides of the bed. Ashton doesn't wait to flick off the lamp, blanketing the room in darkness while Luke waits for him to settle so he can press close.

Luke is so thankful that he has someone to hold at night. He loves that Ashton indulges him with this, opening his arms for him, allowing Luke to tuck him against his body until they're tangled up and indistinguishable. Luke loves feeling Ashton's heartbeat under his hand or the weight of Ashton's limbs over his, holding Luke just as securely as Luke is holding him.

Ashton looks up at him, and Luke feels it more than sees it. He tips his head down and is met with another kiss, heart fluttering at the way both of them begin smiling into it.

Luke loves before-bed kisses. He loves the small intimacy of kissing his love as the last part of a bedtime routine, fitting in the affection between brushing his teeth and drifting off to sleep. He loves how he and Ashton use the same toothpaste, their matching minty-fresh breath another reminder of all of the other things that they share, from their home to their lives to their love.

Ashton pulls away after a moment, nudging their noses together before he settles back into Luke's embrace.

"Goodnight, Luke," he says softly.

"Goodnight," Luke replies. When he falls asleep a few minutes later, it's with a smile on his face and Ashton's kiss on his lips.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

(TW) Sadness Masterlist

Amnesia (ao3) - kat_badwi G, 433

Summary: short lashton sadness

A Year Isn't Long Enough (ao3) - mikeyNluke michael/luke M, 14k

Summary: Everything was now going good until one of the boys get diagnosed with cancer and only have a year to live. The others try to do everything they can to make sure his last year is the best of his life.

cracks (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton N/R, 490

Summary: Luke's a bit sad sometimes, and he blames the atmosphere

Disappear (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 2k

Summary: Michael and Luke were never the perfect couple. They fought, not often but when they did, it was massive. Things happen and decisions are made. Now all Michael wants to do is disappear.

Domestic Cuddles (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/ashton N/R, 10k

Summary: Luke's cold and he wants Ashton to cuddle.

(or, Luke wants Ashton in more than one way, and what Luke wants, Luke gets)

dont waste your time on me (ao3) - sweaterpawlyssa michael/luke T, 994

Summary: Luke has a bad day and Michael adds onto it.

or where Michael is really oblivious to Luke being upset, ends up being a complete douchebag and when he finally figures it out, he cuddles him and sings him ATL

Give Your Tears To The Tide (ao3) - smokeynights michael/luke N/R, 406

Summary: Michael has been gone a year and Luke doesn't know how to cope.

I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight (ao3) - WildestWoods luke/calum N/R, 1k

Summary: “They know that tragedy is not glamorous. They know it doesn't play out in life as it does on a stage or between the pages of a book. It is neither a punishment meted out nor a lesson conferred. Its horrors are not attributable to one single person. Tragedy is ugly and tangled, stupid and confusing.” ― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

Title from I Miss You by Blink-182

It’s Heaven In Your Arms (ao3) - babylrh OT4 T, 1k

Summary: A band cuddle never failed to fix everything.

Let Me (ao3) - fffearless luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: Ashton's had a feeling about this weird spindly kid for a while now and he's determined to find out what it is

(Ashton becomes Luke's friend and tries to stop him hurting himself)

lonely (ao3) - EmotionalNutella luke/ashton N/R, 487

Summary: Ashton is feeling lonely

Love Hurts (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 981

Summary: Michael hits Luke while he's drunk. He comes back more nights drunk and keeps harming Luke. Will Michael realize he's been hurting his boyfriend before it's too late?

nightlight (ao3) - The_Lady T, 1k

Summary: Ghosts from conversations past swarm through Ashton’s brain, dropping to swipe at his tender organ in groups of twos and threes. It’s too much. He can barely breathe, tucked between his bed and the wall as if his mattress could provide some protection from the onslaught – as if the torturers were using the door on the other side of the room. They aren’t. Everything causing the churning within his stomach is happening internally. Still, he wraps his arms around his knees, trying to make himself smaller.

Not Here Alone (ao3) - Lashtonisall luke/ashton T, 692

Summary: When Ashton feels the waves crashing in on him, he goes to the one person he knows he can trust with anything; his best friend.

when it rains (ao3) - ObsessedWithBands michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: where Luke writes a poem about Michael, and Michael comes home after a long business trip.

[tirednotflirting]

turn it on in a new kind of bright (it's solar)

in the words of myself to meghna when i sent her the link to the doc for this at like 2.30am this morning: luke opened his mouth again so i opened a google doc

soft sunshine boy the came to mind after listening to startling line for like two hours straight. reminds me of another soft boy i wrote in like february which you can find here

very special tune and i’m very grateful that we all got to experience its release together in this space <3

and if ao3 is more your jam you can find what’s below here

The light breeze blowing through the late afternoon air carries the scent of honeysuckle and the sun shining down on Los Angeles is warm but not hot and Luke is smiling.

He’s sitting in the grass, the blades tickling his fingers, and his face is tilted up to greet the sun as it starts in the direction of its daily descent. His grown out curls dance in the wind and he can feel just a touch of soreness in his neck and nose that tells him he’ll wake up tomorrow more blushed than normal. But sacrifices must be made for beautiful summer days sometimes.

Behind him he can hear laughter and splashing in the pool and the sizzling of a grill. They’d made a habit of days like these as summer returned to the city and the world started to feel like it was turning once again. He hears the barking of a few canine friends that tells him Michael and Crystal have likely arrived. He’ll get up to greet them in a moment. Right now he’s having a moment to thank the sun.

It’s been the longest and shortest year of his life. It scares him, how close he is to 25 when he feels like he’s been 24 for twenty minutes and twenty years. Both Ashton and his mom try to assure him that 25 will bring enough adventure to fill far more than the year he feels as though he’s missed but he’s not sure that that’s the point. He hardly remembers being 23 now. That scares him a little, too.

But he knows it does him no good to dwell on the fear of things he can’t control so he’s trying to be better about looking forward. Though it feels important to him to be thankful for what’s carried him through it all. The boys, his family, Petunia. The fruit tree he’s been taking care of in his backyard, the smell of his home studio, the feeling of Ashton’s arms around him. And the sun.

Even on the days that feel darkest, there are beams of light shining into his living room and warmth provided by a star so so far away from the spot he sits in currently in Calum’s backyard. When he felt like he was stuck on pause with no way to move forward or back, the sun would still rise and fall every single day. Each morning and evening brought gorgeously painted skies that no artist could ever dream of replicating exactly, no camera able to draw in all the light just right. Luke is no astronomer so the science of the beauty the sun creates is lost on him. Though he thinks he’s alright with considering it somewhat magical instead.

Sometimes he considers shouting his thanks up into the sky. He wonders if he yells loud enough if maybe the sun might hear him. He knows it’s a silly thought but he can’t help but want to show his appreciation somehow. He thinks about the early mornings he would spend on the porch with a mug of coffee, watching the sky turn from purples to reds and oranges to a bright, brilliant blue before he’s even made it to the bottom of his mug. He thinks about the rays of light shining through storm clouds after a spring rain to shine a rainbow across the sky. He lets out a sigh as he thinks about evenings out on walks with Ashton when they would circle the block a half a dozen times until they were covered in twilight and the lateness of the day.

Luke recalls the last year, the last several months especially, and he’s thankful for all of the beautiful things he’ll be able to look back on as he heads forward in life. The drives down the highway with Petunia sitting shotgun, the Polaroid pictures Ashton’s covered his fridge with of the boys together in the studio, the flowers in the window in his kitchen he grew from tiny seeds his mother sent in a care package. It’s the little, tiny things that make up the whole of a person, of a life. Reflecting on it, Luke almost feels like that should be obvious. But it wasn’t until his life slowed to a stop that he was really able to see it. He wonders if he’s allowed to be thankful for that. He hopes he is.

A wet nose brushes against his hand and he turns from his friend in the sky millions of miles away to greet the creature behind him. Duke stares up at him with his typical look of confusion before padding around to sit in Luke’s lap. A bright laugh escapes his lips as he sits up to run a hand through the small dog’s fur. 

A few minutes later a dragonfly darts over the grass and it’s enough to have Duke leaping from Luke’s legs in the direction of its path, his shrill barks calling out to warn the party of the intruder. Luke is watching him run around the far side of the pool and doesn’t notice the footsteps crunching through the grass until they’re just behind him.

He turns and squints up to face whoever has come to join him. He smiles up at Ashton and reaches a hand out. “Join me?”

“I was sent to fetch you to come join everyone else, technically,” Ashton laughs but he accepts Luke’s hand and takes the spot beside him. Orange hues are just starting to paint their way across the sky and Luke takes a deep breath as Ashton’s head drops to rest on his shoulder. He threads their fingers together and lets them rest in his lap while his thumb traces circles against the back of Ashton’s hand. 

“Were you talking to your best friend up in the sky?” Ashton questions. Luke’s told him about his silent (and sometimes not so silent) conversations with the sun. Ashton compared it to meditation or praying the first time he mentioned it but Luke figures it’s something between the two.

“Yeah, we were just having a quick chat about how nice it is that everyone was free tonight.”

“It’s very nice, yes,” Ashton says with a sigh as he turns to press a kiss against Luke’s neck. “I was telling Calum we should make it more regular. Like weekly family dinner?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Luke says and a smile pulls across his cheeks. He notes the soreness there as well and tries to remember if they have any aloe back at the house. 

Ashton sits up then and turns to face Luke, his free hand lifting to poke against the bridge of Luke’s nose. He laughs as he replaces his fingertip with his lips. “You’re going to be all pink tomorrow.”

Luke shrugs. “It suits me.”

“It really does,” Ashton agrees as he pushes himself up to stand. He reaches for Luke’s other hand to help him do the same. “Let’s go help Michael set the table.”

Luke hums as he lets Ashton guide them in the direction of the house. Before they hit the patio, he takes one last moment to focus on the feeling of the soft grass below his feet and the honeysuckle perfume in the air and the pinks being added to the palette being brushed across their LA evening. Between the world all around him and the people he’s with tonight, he can’t help but think he’s probably the luckiest man alive.

It’s nice, Luke thinks, that as everything goes back to something like the way it was that he won’t lose this. These beautiful sunsets were there before, during, and will be there everyday after. As he turns to head into the house, Ashton’s fingers lazily tangled with his own, he’s glad that he’s learned to start seeing it for the magic that it is.

*

[tinyglitterrose]

Snapchat Messages

Part 1, Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

Warnings: SMUT

Ashton sort of accidently keeps sending Luke his nudes on snapchat and finally Luke has enough...and maybe Ashton didn't send those pictures so accidentally.

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One thing Luke would have never expected was a snapchat message like this from Ashton. He didn't even know the man still used snapchat, so when he got the notification that Ashton Irwin had sent him a snap at 2 am the previous night, Luke thought maybe he had found a funny filter and sent him a selfie or something.

Well, it was a picture of himself, just not what Luke would have expected.

And Luke was very much straight and happy in his open relationship with a girl called Mandy (fictional made up character) .

So, not thinking much of it, he opened the message in the morning, while he was brushing his teeth.

Two seconds later, the buzzing toothbrush dropped to the floor, toothpaste getting all over the tiles.

"What the -", Luke gasped, spluttering toothpaste on the mirror and sink in front of him, too.

That was - that was certainly Ashton, his moon tattoos were visible in the shot. But what was also visible were his... private parts. Gripped into his right hand, with the pink shiny mushroom tip poking out was his dick. His erect dick.

Luke's knuckles were starting to turn white around the edges of his phone. He had no idea why he was even reacting like this. They had all seen each other naked before and even when those pictures of Calum got leaked years ago, he hadn't reacted like this. He had laughed it off.

But he wasn't laughing right now. Was it because Ashton had sepcifically sent that picture to him? Well, obviously it wasn't meant for him, but then why had Ashton not called yet and told him to not even look at it or had he not even noticed?

It was only 8 am right now after all. Yea, that must be it.

He closed the app and the picture disappeared.

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Ashton never came up to him to say anything, he seemed clueless the whole day.

Really clueless and dumb, Luke thought, because at half past midnight that night he got another notification.

Now that was his apology text, Luke thought.

But it was another picture. And not an apology picture, if that even existed.

It was a picture of Ashton standing in front of a mirror, bare from what Luke could see.

His legs were spread, phone in one hand and the other tightly gripping his balls.

The room was almost dark, but Luke could still see everything very clearly. Too clearly, because now he had an unobstructed view to Ashton's hard member and he couldn't help himself but tap on the screen to make the picture stay longer.

Luke was so straight. But then why was his own dick twitching in his pants when he - for whatever reason and also he would never ever admit he had done it - zoomed in to get an even better view?

And Luke was not going to be dumb enough to take a screenshot because snapchat notifies people when you take a screenshot, but he caught himself wanting to screenrecord his screen so he could keep the picture. Why would he want to keep a nude selfie of Ashton on his phone?

He had no clue, but the next night, when he was laying in bed again, alone once again because Mandy liked to go out partying and only come back in the morning, he was waiting to get a snapchat notification. But it didn't come. And when he woke up in the morning, the phone lost in the tangled bed sheets, there was still nothing.

But Ashton didn't dissappoint. Luke was singing along to old 5SOS songs, Mandy leaning on his chest, while she was scrolling through her own phone. She had told Luke about the guy she had met at the bar and how they had spent the night together and Luke had only nodded, mind elsewhere.

He didn't think much of it, when his phone made a small noise, signifying a new notification, but he immediately jumped up from the couch once he had turned on the screen and saw that it was a snapchat message from his older bandmate.

Mandy gave him a confused look, to which Luke only mumbled a "Need to make a call, be right back", before he all but stumbled out of the room.

Just to be extra safe, he locked himself in the bathroom upstairs where he had opened Ashton's first message three days ago. He still couldn't believe that Ashton seemingly hadn't noticed that he was sending his nudes to the wrong person.

He gulped, looked at his own blue and anxiously flickering eyes in the mirror, then he unlocked his phone.

Here we go, Luke thought, and with a deep breath and a weird tingly feeling in his stomach opened the message.

It was Ashton. Of course. He was in his basement, where he kept all his drums, his green shimmery snare drum even in the front of the picture.

But right behind it was Ashton's body, part of his upper body clad in a blue and black striped shirt visible, as well as his legs in grey sweatpants. It was just that those sweatpants were pulled down to just below the full balls, pink dick hanging or more like standing out.

Luke gulped audibly.

What was he supposed to do?

The decision was taken from him as he was alerted with yet another message from Ashton. Now that was new. Was it finally the 'oh shit, sorry, wrong chat' message?

It was not. Instead it was a picture of Ashton now having lost his shirt and from what he could see also his pants, fully bending over the snare drum and his face being in the shot.

Ashton's hazel eyes were staring right at him mischieviously, further back part of his penis still visible and the naked curve of his bent back.

He was grinning, dimples showing and a drum stick clad between his teeth.

If Ashton ever wanted to become a nude model instead of a drummer, he would definitely be successful. This was the sexiest and somehow also prettiest picture Luke had ever seen.

"Ash", he caught himself mumbling, taking in every detail.

Why - why was his own penis starting to grow at seeing Ashton bent over his own drums? The twitching a few nights ago he was able to ignore, but right now he could actually feel blood rushing down there.

Two seconds later he knew why. Or at least he couldn't possibly deny it anymore.

Another message showed up and without thinking, Luke opened it.

A shocked "oh my god" left the blonde's lips.

There was no more dick in this picture. But there was the drumstick. Just not in between Ashton's teeth anymore, but...it was... it was in his butt. In his damn butt.

How had he even taken this picture?

Both Ashton's hands were visible, each pulling one of his butt cheeks to the side in order to expose what was inbetween.

And inbetween was Ashton's fucking asshole with the drumstick pushed into it.

"What the fuck"

"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck", with each repetition of those words, Luke's voice got louder.

How - why - Ashton - Luke had no idea what to think, his brain wasn't functioning anymore.

Of course he knew that some people did this, hell Mandy had told him about anal sex before but he had never wanted to do it, she had a pussy after all so why would he want to put his dick where she pooped out of?

And Ashton had just sent him a close up view of where...he pooped out of. And Luke certainly wasn't as disgusted as he wanted to be.

He took a few deep and shaky breaths, then he directed his eyes to his phone again. Just to see, just because he was curious, totally.

The pink hole and the wooden drumstick shimmered like they were wet with something. It seemed to trail down the drumstick.

Luke’s breath stuttered when he avtered his focus from that drumstick and instead stared right at the pink slightly swollen and shimmery wet rim of what was Ashton Irwin’s asshole. He was fucking staring at his bandmate’s asshole right now.

Did it really feel that good to put something in there?

Whether it did or not, a sudden anger came over Luke. Because these pictures weren’t meant for him and that meant that Ashton was sending these kinds of obscene pictures to someone else. And that was dangerous.

So without further debating it, he closed snapchat, the picture disappearing like all the others before it and after a bit of fumbling around he clicked the call button next to Ashton’s name in his phone.

It rang a few times...then it was denied.

Ashton had denied the phone call and oh hell no, Luke was not having that.

Sure, he might be in a very sexy phone call with the person the pictures were actually meant to go to or even have them over at his house right now, but Luke needed to speak to him now.

When he was denied the call again, he groaned loudly, then stomped down the stairs, gave his irritated girlfriend a quick kiss goodbye and jumped into his car.

If Ashton wasn’t going to pick up the phone, he would come to his door.

Two four-minute songs later, he rang the doorbell.  And just in case Ashton wanted to ignore that as well, Luke kept his finger pressed to the button until he heard an annoyed groan through the speakers above it.

“Luke, seriously?”, Ashton sounded beyond annoyed.

And because Luke knew that Ashton could see him through the small camera, he frowned right at it with scrunched up eyebrows.

He could hear Ashton sigh through the speakers, then a long beep that signalled the door being opened.

Luke all but stomped up the stairs to Ashton’s front door, kicking off his shoes in the entrance hall with one of them kicking over a vase and while Ashton was starting to complain about that, Luke wordlessly grabbed his tattooed upper arm, fingers tightening around the black snake and pulled the other man with him to the living room.

“Luke, man, what is wro-“

Luke interrupted him by forcefully pushing, almost throwing, him onto his own couch. Ashton released a whimper when he landed but Luke barely registered it.

“Do you know”, he started angrily, crowding over Ashton, “how fucking dangerous what you’re doing is?”

Ashton only stared at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, come on”, Luke scoffed in return, “You can’t seriously not have noticed that you were sending your shit to the wrong person”

Now a grin formed on Ashton’s face. “Oh, no, I’ve noticed.”, he said.

Luke really wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face.

“Is that all you have to say to this? ‘Oh, no, I’ve noticed?’”, Luke was fuming, “Your tattoos are all over it, you fucker, this could ruin you!”

Ashton blinked in surprise at such swear words leaving Luke’s mouth, but didn’t say anything else.

So Luke kept ranting: “You can’t send pictures like this to people, Ashton! Did your stupid dumbass brain forget what happened to Calum a few years ago? How they published his pictures? Do you want that to happen to you?”

He stopped when he looked back into Ashton’s eyes.

The hazel eyes were big now, looking up at him from under dark eyelashes and looking like a lost puppy.

“But you- “, his voice seemed like a whisper compared to Luke’s loud one before, “but you wouldn’t- “

“Of course not me, Ash, but the other person, huh? Have you even thought about that? They can see your tattoos in it and – would you stop looking at me like that… what?”

Luke groaned in annoyance as Ashton’s eyes only seemed to have gotten bigger, making the lost puppy look even more prominent.

“I haven’t – “, he bit his lip, a blush spreading on his cheeks, “they were only for you”

Luke’s face displayed pure horror at Ashton’s mumbled words. Only for him? No! No, he refused to believe that Ashton would take pictures like this only – Luke wasn’t even gay for god’s sake and Ashton knew that!

“Oh yeah?”, he bent down to make his eyes the same height as Ashton’s, “And the first one? Was that only for me, you didn’t mean to send it to someone else?”

The guilty look that flashed on the drummer’s face told Luke that he was right.

“But only at the beginning”, Ashton’s big eyes were almost pleading now and Luke had never seen his friend like this, “Only the first two. I haven’t sent them anything else since!”

Luke seemed unfazed.

“Were your tattoos in it?”, his voice was cold, or at least he wanted it to sound cold.

Ashton averted his gaze for a moment, but before Luke could start with any more accusations, he rushed out: “But I blocked them! I really don’t send them pictures anymore!”

Luke continued to stare into the other’s eyes for a few moments, as if trying to figure out whether he was lying, then he stood upright again, grumbled out a “Good” with clenched fists and turned to leave.

Before he could even leave the living room, though, Ashton’s voice stopped him. “Wait”

Luke rolled his eyes and turned around, raising an eyebrow at the other man.

Ashton didn’t look like a puppy anymore, he looked unhappy, well possibly an unhappy and pissed off puppy.

“You’re just gonna leave? You tell me I’m good and then you leave?”

Luke’s other eyebrow rose to the same height as the already raised one.

“If you don’t actually think I’m good then don’t tell me I’m good.”

Okay, Luke was beyond confused. What did he even mean by that?

“If I’m not good – “, Ashton reached next to him to retrieve a drumstick that he then offered to Luke in his open palm, “Do you think I’m not good?”

“I – what?”, Luke was confused and concerned at the same time, “Ash, you know you’re a good drummer, why would you ask that – “

“No!”, Luke jumped a little at the shrill sound, “not – you have to hit me if you think I’m not good.”

And he reached out his palm with the drumstick more to Luke, nodding towards it.

“Hit you?”, Luke vehemently shook his head, “Ash, I would never hit you.”

“Right”, he tilted his head, “And you would never like my nudes, would you?”

Luke’s eyes widened in panic for a moment, before he quickly shook his head.

“Why did you look at them then?”, Ashton was clearly mocking him now.

And Luke wasn’t entirely sure if he had interpreted things correctly, but he didn’t want to let himself be mocked like this, so he just went for it. “Thought you wanted to be good”, he said, tilting his head too and grinning to himself when he successfully made his bandmate shut up, “This isn’t very good behaviour, you know.”

“I – “

“And sending nudes to strangers isn’t very good either”

Ashton was still staring at Luke, shocked by his sudden change of behaviour and Luke was enjoying it too much, so he went another step further and took the drumstick from Ashton’s hand.

Ashton’s eyes got wider, when Luke twirled it on his fingers and said nonchalantly: “Maybe you’re right, I should hit you. You sent me your nudes without asking for my consent after all.”

“Uhm – “

“What, you just assumed that I would like them? Would want them? What do you think I did with them, get off to them? Well, guess what, I didn’t.”

He stepped in front of Ashton again, looking down at him. “Don’t you feel weird sending me your nudes? Especially that last one? You sent me a picture of your asshole, that’s pretty weird if you ask me”

Ashton visibly gulped.

“Pretty weird”, Luke repeated.

Then, without any warning, he struck the drumstick over Ashton’s cheek, his face getting turned to the side with the speed of it.

Upon seeing the red stripe now covering Ashton’s face, though, Luke immediately dropped the drumstick, kneeling down to him and apologizing profusely while carefully cupping his cheek.

“Shit, shit, sorry. I’m so sorry, Ash, I don’t know why – shit, I’m so sorry.”

Ashton grabbed Luke’s wrist and pulled it away from his face.

“I like when you treat me like this”, he admitted quietly.

“Like..?”

“Like I’m disgusting. When you berate me like this.”

“But if you – I have no experience with this.”

“Yea, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”, Ashton giggled a little, “And I know you have no experience. If you would’ve hated my pictures I would have long apologized for them, I promise.”

So it was obvious that Luke had not not liked them?

“Okay”, Luke mindlessly let his fingers trail over Ashton’s reddened cheek, “But if you… behave…”

“Then tell me I’m a good boy”, Ashton sounded breathless, when he said it, like he really wanted to be called that. He wanted to be good for Luke, so good.

“You’re not being very good, though, Ash”, Luke said after giving it a moment of thought. He purposefully made his voice sound disappointed.

Ashton’s gaze turned to that of a sad lost puppy again.

“A good boy would have long given me a real-life view of what I got to see in the pictures.”

And alright, Luke had expected Ashton to obey, but not as fast as he did. Within seconds he had jumped off the couch, turned around, pulled his pants and underwear off, almost tripping over the pant legs, and then he was showing off his butt to his best friend.

“Funny of you to assume that that’s what I wanted to see”

Ashton moved to turn around, but Luke stopped him with a laugh and a “No, no, this is good, I’m just teasing”

He took his time to look at Ashton’s bare butt for a bit. He would have never expected to at some point in his life be basically inspecting Ashton’s ass. And to be liking it.

And wanting to see more: “That’s not what you showed me in your pictures, though”

“Uhm”, Ashton hesitated.

“Come on”, Luke said, pushing on Ashton’s back to make him bend forward more and cause the side of his face to get pressed to the cushions of the back of the couch.

“Be good”, he added and that did it for the drummer. Long freckled fingers gripped into his own flesh and slowly, still hesitantly, pulled his cheeks apart.

Luke let out a gasp once he got a clear view. “You filthy little – “, he mumbled, then remembered that Ashton enjoyed being talked to this way, so he spoke louder, “You’re so dirty, Ash. Sitting here with a sex toy shoved up your ass, while you’re talking to me and acting all shy? So dirty, so filthy.”

“It’s – it’s – “

“It’s what, Ash?”

“It’s”, he took a shaky breath and Luke saw the pink rim clenching around the purple butt plug that was peeking out of him, “It’s so you have it easier.”

Luke wasn’t really listening, distracted, one hand laying itself onto Ashton’s back again, the other slowly reaching out and one finger experimentally poking the end of the toy. “Easier for what?”, he asked absentmindedly.

“Easier – ah”, Luke had given the toy a slight push, “Easier i – in case you want to fuck me”

Luke’s mind needed a few more moments in which he was still poking the purple plastic, until it had caught up with Ashton’s words.

“You want me to – “, he stopped himself from talking, only staring at the back of Ashton’s curly haired head.

The curls bounced as he nodded his head.

“If you think I’m a, I’m a good boy then you have to gi – give me a treat”

“Oh”, Luke grinned even though the other couldn’t see that, “I have to, huh?”

Ashton nodded his head more forcefully.

“And that’s the only treat you want? A bit picky of you, don’t you think?”

Ashton turned his head around at that, rolling his eyes at Luke and said: “Obviously I don’t want Cal or Mike to- “

Luke didn’t let him finish.

“Shush”, he ordered and turned Ashton’s head around again with a tight grip on his hair.

Ashton gasped, his hole clenching around the toy again.

Luke’s eyes zeroed in on it again. Something about this was so pretty to him and he didn’t understand why. This was his friend’s asshole with a sex toy in it for god’s sake, why was he so fascinated by it? And how beautiful would it look if he could see his own dick moving in and out of it instead? Luke had always liked watching his own dick drive in and out of Mandy, but he had never – would it feel different? Tighter for sure? Or not?

“Only one way to find out”, Luke mumbled to himself, ignoring Ashton’s questioning meep and gripped the end of the purple thing to start pulling it out.

What he had not expected though, was for Ashton to start gasping and mewling the way he did. A long stream of high pitched sounds started leaving his mouth as soon as Luke started pulling.

“Feel that good, huh?”, Luke grinned as he pulled the buttplug so it was barely keeping inside Ashton.

He didn’t let the other man answer before he pushed it back in as far as it would go without losing his grip, in one quick and powerful motion.

Ashton screamed out, his knees buckling.

“Please, please”, he whimpered, when Luke didn’t move it any more.

Luke grinned wider. Something about this high pitched tone the drummer seemed to not be able to control made Luke feel so excited, he wasn’t even denying the hard on in his pants anymore.

In fact, it was starting to feel quite tight with his pants in the way.

“I - I, yes, yes – please”, Ashton whimpered desperately when he heard the zipper of the other man’s pants being pulled down. He started to turn his head, wanting to see, but Luke gripped onto his hair and pushed his face back into the cushions.

“But Lukey, please”, Ashton mumbled into them.

“You can look when I fucked you”, Luke grunted, and without warning pulled the plug out, throwing it somewhere over his shoulder, possibly a bit too enthusiastically.

But he didn’t notice the sound of it knocking something, whatever it was, over and had barely registered Ashton’s long gasp when he had pulled it out. He was too focused on the now empty hole closing around nothing and clenching repeatedly like it was searching for something to wrap itself around of.HHhheojdoej

“Damn, Ash”, Luke mumbled stunned, “You’re so – I don’t think I can go back to pussy after this”

Luke wasn’t sure if he was joking or not because this was certainly a sight to behold. Once again, he didn’t notice Ashton’s mumbling of “Then don’t”

Suddenly Luke realized “Shit, we have no lube”

He was really not willing to leave his position and this sight, but he knew there was no way that anal sex would work without lube, except maybe spit but Luke wasn’t sure if that would really be enough.

But it was definitely something he wanted to do, just not now, “Imma rim you one of these days”, he stated and received another mumbled string of pleas from Ashton’s mouth in response.

“Not now, though, just wanna fuck you now, babe”

“There’s lube behind that cushion”, Ashton almost shamefully admitted, gasping at the soft slap he received to his ass in response and the mumbled “dirty little boy”, before Luke pulled a small lube bottle from behind said cushion.

He didn’t tell Ashton what he was doing, just kept the man guessing and waiting, while he spread lube onto his fingers and already on his dick, too.

He got a little carried away when he started smearing it onto his dick, starting to stroke the length, while his gaze was focused on Ashton’s still slightly clenching hole again.

Ashton must have heard the squelching sounds of the lube moving on Luke, because he started to turn his head around again, but Luke was quick to grip onto his curls again and press his face back to the couch.

“What did I say about looking at me?”

“S-sorry”

“I think you need to be punished again, Ashy”, Luke mused.

Ashton enthusiastically pushed his ass towards Luke in response and Luke chuckled at how eager he was. He squeezed his cheeks with lube wet hands for a moment, then he let go and pushed two fingers into the other man without warning.

“Your punishment is that you’ll be coming from my fingers and when you’re still gasping from your orgasm, I’ll fuck you and make you come again, baby”

Ashton’s knees buckled, barely holding himself in the bent over standing position, as he moaned.

Luke deemed that as answer enough, finally starting to move his fingers. He scissored them to spread Ashton and changed the angle until the other man screamed into the couch, biting the leather to prevent further sounds leaving him.

“There?”, Luke asked, grinning devilishly even though Ashton couldn’t see him.

“Huh?”, he added, when he didn’t get a response and drove his fingers in harder.

Ashton mewled again, unable to get any actual words out.

Only when his knees started to buckle so much that Luke had to get a hand under his tummy to hold him up, otherwise Ashton would've collapsed into the couch, did he start crying out a string of "Luke, Luke, Luke"

Luke loved the way it sounded so helpless, like there was nothing but him in Ashton's brain. And probably, at this moment, there wasn't.

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I've been writing on this for like two weeks now, so I'm putting a cut here to post it and part 2 will be uploaded soon! ❤️

Check out my ao3 profile (also tinyglitterrose) for the whole fanfiction once I've posted it!

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hii aria 💛 fic thoughts on this lashton pic?

Hi adi! Hmmmmmm yes i have a few thoughts i can tell you about!!

Assuming from this photo i’m just gonna say they’re around 18, 19 for fic purposes. Luke’s the new kid in town, he moved to ashton’s city after his father got promoted, and with him being the youngest, his lip ring and snapback and how he almost has music in his ear, no one really… talks to him. Some make fun of him, some completely ignore him, most students just absolutely don’t give a fuck that he spends lunch break completely alone outside, every day for weeks. Luke doesn’t mind that much, really, school had always boring, that was just life. The panic only begins when one day his teacher walks into the class room and, with a loud voice and a wide smile, announces: “we’re going on a field trip, class!” The chaos is immeasurable, and in luke’s head the alarm bells start ringing. Oh. No. Not a field trip, oh no. Field trip meant activities, it meant having to spend time with your classmates almost 24 hours, it was everything luke didn’t want. “And yes, it’s mandatory,” the teacher added as luke was already constructing his ‘i can’t afford the trip’-lie. Well, fuck. No turning back. Luke whined to his parents about it for days, but nothing helped, and on the day of the take off he stuffed his bag into the back of the bus and sat down right before the very last row, making himself as invisible as possible. It seemed to work, the bus filled without anyone talking to him. He had to recognise all his efforts failed though when he hear chatter and laughter getting louder, a group of friends, and then felt someone dropping into the seat next to him, and a guy with honey hair grins at him, a little out of breath, “hey, this one wasn’t taken, right? We’re seven, no where else is free anymore.”

“Oh,” luke says without thinking, “no, it’s free.” - “great! I’m ashton. Nice to meet you.”

He doesn’t ask for luke’s name. He doesn’t even pay any attention to him, the whole drive, which doesn’t bother luke, but he kinda did wish he would’ve, because this guy was so intriguing. He had so many stories to tell his friends, he laughed loud and with heart, and even though he didn’t turn to luke, he didn’t give him a cold shoulder either. Luke tries to forget about him, he doesn’t hope for anything, he knows this guy won’t magically do a 180 and become his friend — except he does. One day in, and the classes are on a bike ride around, and luke can barely comprehend it when he hears someone yell “hey!” from behind him, and next thing he knew, there he was, ashton, coming up to him with that grin and calling him new kid. “We need an eighth member for the rafting tomorrow, you in?” He’s locking their arms before luke even comprehends his words, and how could luke say no? And from then on, he’s in. Ashton never asked him for his name, so when they later sit around the bonfire with all the kids, he swallows and says, “i’m luke, by the way.” He expects a casual answer, but definitely not a laugh and the ‘i know’ coming from ashton. He knew? And it turns out he did, because he’s in his theatre class, ashton just never showed up except for the very first class where luke got introduced. It was weird how ashton always keeps him on his toes, but luke really grows to like it, and they start to spend whole days together on the trip, automatically pairing up together when pairs are required, and when they kiss on the last night in the lake from the camp after fooling around in the water, for the first time, luke isn’t surprised. After that trip, suddenly school wasn’t so mundane anymore. Suddenly lunch breaks meant seeing ashton, and theatre class meant skipping class to make out in the empty east wing, and luke really couldn’t think of anything better than that.

New ask game!

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lashton prompt: luke falling asleep on skype and ashton taking the opportunity to draw him, bonus if someone else finds the sketches before ashton shows them to luke

meghna this prompt is from almost a full calendar year ago. i am proud to report that after all this time i did in fact manage to set it in spideyverse because that’s how determined i am. more info in ao3 notes but it takes place in the summer before their senior year of high school, so after the events of everything else in spideyverse so far

read here on ao3

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Ashton will have to thank Maya later for the tip about the Fine Arts Room. He jimmies the door handle and, as promised, the door swings opens to reveal a darkened room full of half-finished projects. They must really take the decency of humanity on faith here. Anyone could come in at any time and sabotage any of this work.

Ashton has less nefarious plans.

He sits at his usual spot but doesn’t turn any lights on; the big windows shine just enough moonlight into the room that Ashton can see the silhouettes of the furniture, and his laptop will be on in a moment anyway. Careful of the scattered pages over his workspace, he opens his computer and loads up Skype. 

Just in time for an incoming call.

Ashton fumbles with his headphones and plugs them in with one hand while he accepts the call with the other. The screen fills with Luke’s brightly-lit, highly pixelated face. Chin in his hands, elbows propped on his desk, hair a ruffled mess (from the mask, Ashton knows) — the sight of him fills Ashton with warmth.

“Hey,” Luke says, smiling his usual cheeky smile. They’ve been texting sporadically, but seeing Luke’s face — hearing his voice — gives Ashton a fluttery feeling behind his sternum. Calum would call that anatomically impossible, but he’d do it with a smirk. “I can barely see you.”

“I’m sitting in the dark,” Ashton explains. His voice is a hushed whisper even though he knows it’s absurd to be paranoid. They’re supposed to be confined to their bunks by now, and the staff and counselors will all be asleep. The only reason he and Luke are calling now, past midnight, is because now is the only time they’re both available. “I’m in the Fine Arts Room.”

“Ooh, can I see?”

“I don’t want to turn on the lights,” Ashton says. “There are windows and stuff.”

“Are you not supposed to be there?” Luke raises an eyebrow and grins. “Ooh, is Ashton Irwin sneaking around?”

“Well, if we weren’t calling at the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have to.”

“Don’t they lock the buildings?” Luke suddenly looks concerned.

Ashton shrugs. “Maya told me that if I jiggle the handle, the door will open. She was right.”

“Go Maya,” Luke says. “I like Maya. Who’s Maya?”

“My new friend,” says Ashton. “She mostly paints. We’ve got a challenge going on about whether she’s better at drawing or I’m better at painting, since neither of us really use those mediums. Hannah — one of the other campers — is going to find something for us to both paint slash draw and then there’ll be an unofficial panel of judges. It’s pretty stupid.”

“You’re smiling a lot,” Luke says, and Ashton realizes he is. “Doesn’t sound stupid to me. You think you’re gonna win?”

“No,” Ashton says honestly. “I’m pretty awful at painting.”

“I’m sure you’re better than you think. How hard can it be?”

“That’s very rich coming from you, Mr. I-Can’t-Draw-A-House.”

“Hey, fuck off! I can draw a house, thank you very much.” Luke looks down at his desk and his focus shifts, and Ashton watches in bemused patience. As he waits, he draws a blank piece of paper towards him and grabs the nearest pencil lying around. His hands move almost unconsciously, drawing lines and curves and sketching the outline of something Ashton hasn’t quite decided on yet. Luke finally lifts his head up. “Here, see?” He holds up a piece of paper to the camera, where he’s drawn a box with an isosceles triangle on top for the roof, complete with a little chimney sticking out. “House,” Luke proudly declares. “Boom. Get fucked, Irwin.”

“I stand corrected,” Ashton chuckles. He hums. “They’ll probably just find us equally talented because painting is different from drawing and blah blah blah artsy hipster bullshit.”

“Stop dismissing the artsy hipster bullshit,” Luke says stubbornly. “I’ll have you know my boyfriend deals exclusively in artsy hipster bullshit.”

“You think my drawings are artsy hipster bullshit?”

“No, babe, I think you are artsy hipster bullshit.” Luke grins widely and then gets cut off by a yawn. Ashton bites back a very cheesy comment about how Luke should web himself up for being criminally cute.

“You know what, I’m gonna let you have that one,” he says instead. “Since I am at an artsy hipster bullshit summer camp.”

“I miss you.” Luke pouts. It’s a funny look on him. Ashton tries to imagine Spiderman pouting and completely fails. Sometimes it’s hard for him to reconcile Luke and Spiderman being the same person. That this adorable six-foot-and-change beanstalk who yawns on Skype is the same person who can do a double-backflip and land on his feet on the rooftop of any building. Ashton’s boyfriend stops crimes. What the fuck.

“I miss you too,” he says. “You seem tired.”

“I’m not tired.” Instant karma is a bitch. Luke immediately yawns again, this time much wider. “Okay, I’m a little tired,” he admits, smacking his lips like a child. “Summer break is deceptively boring. I…I run out of things to do all day, so I just kinda…keep patrolling. I might be wearing myself out.”

“Jesus, Luke, take it easy on yourself. Queens goes the entire school day without Spiderman’s protection during the school year. You can handle a break.”

“Yeah, but I might as well patrol,” Luke counters. “I have the time, and it’s not like I’m doing anything else.”

“I thought you and Michael were working on new specs for the suit.”

“It’s mostly Michael. Also, I think he’s kind of annoyed about the whole 24/7 patrol. He can’t work on the suit if I’m wearing it.”

“That is true.”

“But he’s been spending a lot of his time with Calum, anyway,” Luke says coolly. “So I figure he’s probably got other priorities.”

“Well, if you keep blowing him off to obsessively patrol the city, I can’t possibly imagine why he’s making other plans.” 

Luke stares through the camera. His shoulders slump. “Maybe. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Ashton chirps.

Luke sighs deeply. “You’re not here, Ash.”

Ashton purses his lips and frowns. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, but I’m just saying. I miss you. I wish you were here.”

“Yeah,” Ashton says. He misses Luke too, more than is probably healthy. That’s what he gets, he supposes, for only having a handful of close relationships; Luke and Calum are his whole life, and not being able to hug either one of them for even a week has been pretty challenging. “But look, it’s only another week, and then I am all yours, I swear.”

“Don’t enable me,” Luke says, affronted. “You’re supposed to say things like… ‘You don’t own me’ and ‘I’m my own person’ and stuff like that.”

Ashton blinks, confused. “Uh…well, yeah, but we both already know that. I’m just saying I miss you too. But if it’s any consolation, Maya has ruthlessly mocked me for all the drawings I do of you. Like mercilessly. It’s actually kind of embarrassing.”

“That is super embarrassing,” Luke says, with a small, bashful smile. “You’re so fucking lame, Ashton.”

“Wow,” Ashton says. “You even sound like her.”

Luke giggles, which turns seamlessly into a yawn. “Hey, I came first. Maya sounds like me.”

“Luke, babe, just go to sleep,” Ashton says. “We can talk another night. Maybe one where you’re more well-rested.”

“I’m super rested,” Luke says in a monotone. “King of restedness, me.”

“Wow, I’m suddenly convinced.” Luke makes a half-hearted face at him and Ashton makes one back. The sketch under Ashton’s pencil has revealed itself to be Luke, yet again. Shocker. It really is embarrassing that Ashton defaults to drawing his boyfriend. If they ever break up, Ashton will be fucked.

“Are you drawing?” Trust Luke to notice. Although the fact that it’s taken him this long to notice means he must be slower on the uptake than usual. 

“Yeah,” Ashton says, because when is he not. 

“Drawing what?”

“Guess,” Ashton says dryly.

Luke gives a sleepy smile. “At least you’re predictable.”

“Luke, I’m begging you to get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow or this weekend or something, okay?”

Luke yawns yet again. “Okay,” he agrees, right hand propping up his head. His eyes flutter shut and then open again. “Okay, fine.”

“And please let Michael look at your suit,” Ashton adds. “You know he’s only going to make it better.”

“I know, I know, I just…” Luke’s eyes fall shut again. It seems more out of tiredness than distress. “If I give it to him, then I can’t use it.”

Ashton’s pretty sure if Luke’s hero complex gets any bigger he’s going to have to start renting out rooms. “It’ll be two days, tops,” he says. “Take two days off.”

“I wanna wait ‘til you’re back,” Luke mumbles. “Spend ‘em with you.”

“You spend most of your time with me,” Ashton says gently. “Spend them with Michael. Hell, spend them with Cal.”

“But I want…” Luke yawns. He lists sideways a little. “I want you.”

Ashton chews his lip. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he says. “You won’t be able to get rid of me.”

Luke hums absently. “‘Kay, g’night,” he slurs, but makes no gesture to hang up the call. He probably expects Ashton to end it. If Luke is as asleep as he looks right now, Ashton kind of has to.

The graphite on the sketch paper is smudging a little. Ashton glances down at the half-assed likeness of his boyfriend and has an idea.

Quietly, he grabs another blank page, moves his laptop back a little, and starts to draw.

-

They’re up bright and early the next day, and after breakfast Ashton follows a decidedly more lively Maya into the Fine Arts Room, where she takes her place diagonally from him at their table. They’re both mid-project; Ashton stacks and sets aside his scratch papers and pulls forth the drawing he’s currently working on.

“So? You talked to Luke?”

Ashton blinks and looks up at Maya. “Yeah,” he says. “Thanks for the tip, I meant to say.”

“Hey, don’t thank me, thank Cupid,” Maya says airily. “I’m on the side of love, baby.”

Ashton snorts and rolls his eyes. “Let Cupid know I say thanks.”

Maya hums. “Cupid says you’re welcome.”

They’re quiet while Maya gets herself set up — she has to put all her acrylics back every evening only to set them back out every morning, another reason Ashton prefers pencils over paints — and Ashton picks up his pencil and starts to draw. 

“Is this yours?” Maya asks, peering at Ashton’s discarded stack of sketches.

“Yeah,” Ashton says without looking. “Just sketches and stuff.”

“Wait, this is so cute.” She’s leaning over the drawing on the top. Ashton glances up.

It’s Luke from last night, soundly asleep over Skype.

Ashton had ended the call after about ten minutes of silence, enough time to get the rough outlines of all the important shapes. The video quality wouldn’t have lent itself to a good sketch anyway if Ashton had been chasing authenticity, but fortunately he knows Luke’s face well enough — both from drawing it and gazing at it in real life — to pretend the call had had a crystal-clear picture. None of it is colored in, but it’s as obviously Luke as all of Ashton’s other drawings. Somehow, though, this one feels more personal.

“Did you draw this last night?”

“Uh,” Ashton says, reaching for the drawing. He shuffles it between several other papers so an innocuous collection of doodles is now at the top of the stack, and Maya clicks her tongue in disapproval.

“Hey, I was looking at that. It was cute.”

“Yeah, it’s— it’s just nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, it’s adorable,” Maya says. She fixes him with puppy-dog eyes. “Pleeeease can I see it? I won’t show anyone. I’m studying so I can kick your ass in our competition.”

Ashton sighs. “It’s just Luke. You’ve seen millions of drawings of him.”

“But those were obviously from memory,” Maya points out, taking his non-answer as an affirmative and sifting through the stack. Ashton doesn’t bother trying to stop her. It’s not like he has anything to hide — or at least not anything Maya could figure out by looking at the drawing.

And in her defense, Luke does look cute as fuck in the drawing, because he’d looked cute as fuck in real life.

“For all you know, this one is also from memory.”

“You drew the screen, Ash, it’s clearly from last night.”

“Well,” Ashton says diplomatically. Then he abandons diplomacy, because Maya has located the drawing and is grinning and aww-ing. “Well do you blame me? He fell asleep on our call. It was adorable.”

Maya giggles. “You guys are so fucking cute,” she says. “Y’know, most people would be insulted if their boyfriend fell asleep on a video call with them.”

“He’s been really busy lately,” Ashton says. “And it was the end of the call anyway.”

“One day, I will have someone to draw me when I fall asleep on our Skype calls,” Maya says wistfully. “I’m putting the vibes out into the universe so it’ll happen soon.”

“Maybe you’ll be the one drawing them,” Ashton points out. 

Maya finally sets down the Luke drawing. She dips her brush in red paint, clearly intending to put it into her work, but at Ashton’s words instead brandishes it threateningly at him. “I won’t be drawing anyone, buddy.”

Ashton laughs. “But you’d date someone who drew instead of painted?”

“At this point?” Maya sighs theatrically. “I’d date just about anyone who did anything.”

Ashton laughs again. They work quietly for a few minutes. Ashton starts shading.

“Why do you only ever draw Luke?” Maya asks. “You said you’ve been together for less than a year. Who were you drawing before then?”

Ashton shrugs. “Uh, anyone, really,” he says. “People. There are a lot of pretty interesting people at my school, and besides, I’m from the city.”

Maya snorts derisively. “You’re from Queens.”

“Queens is in the city.”

Another derisive snort. “Queens is in the city the same way using ink stamps is painting.”

“That’s not even a little bit the same thing, at all.”

“You’re not a city boy.”

“I am literally a city boy!” Maya waves him off, but Ashton ignores her. She’s from Massachusetts. She has no leg to stand on. “My point is that there are lot of interesting people near where I live, too.”

“You didn’t ever, I don’t know, draw your friends? Calum, didn’t you say he’s your best friend from home?”

“Ah, yeah,” Ashton says. “Calum. Didn’t like when I drew him.”

“What, seriously? Why not?”

“I don’t know,” Ashton says, and it’s true. “He just asked me to stop drawing him one day so I did.” He hesitates. “...Mostly. Sometimes I still do. But if you knew Calum you’d understand why. He’s extremely good-looking.”

“Of course he is,” Maya says. “Any chance he’s single and/or interested in women from several states away?”

“No to both questions,” Ashton says sympathetically. “But good try.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Maya says good-naturedly, and they lapse into silence again.

It’s broken by Maya, again. “Do you show Luke the drawings you do of him?”

That’s a complicated question. No, Ashton doesn’t actively show his drawings to Luke, but Luke usually sees them anyway. Some of them are more private; Ashton keeps the one of Luke in the Spiderman suit sans mask folded up in the bottom of his socks drawer where he’s pretty certain no one ever looks. There doesn’t seem to be a point to showing it to Luke now, so long after he’d actually done it. But for the most part he’s not hiding his art from Luke; Luke sees what he sees, notwithstanding Ashton’s intention.

“Sometimes,” Ashton says.

Maya nods at the drawing of Luke asleep on Skype. “You gonna show him that one?”

“Uh, probably not.”

“What, why? It’s so cute.”

“I don’t know, maybe because it makes me seem like a ridiculous lovesick borderline creepy idiot?”

“Guys love that,” Maya assures him. “Or so I’m told. C’mon, why hold out on him when he already knows you’re basically obsessed with drawing him?” She taps the drawing. “And when he looks this adorable?”

Ashton breathes a laugh. “You have a point.”

“I always do,” Maya says, and she flips her hair dramatically.

Maybe Michael would let Ashton draw him. That would be a nice change from always drawing Luke and never drawing Calum. Maybe Ashton could just do it and then ask Michael what he thinks. It would be nice to have new muses. Ashton has spent a lot of time on Luke; maybe it’s about time he branched out again.

“Hey,” Ashton says, struck with inspiration as he watches Maya make brushstrokes across her paper. “Can I draw you?”

“Hell yeah, go for it,” Maya says. “I’m not sitting still for you, though.”

“I’ll live,” Ashton says dryly. Maya grins and laughs. A fresh page before Ashton and a new pencil in his hand, he studies Maya’s profile carefully and then brings his pencil to the page.

-

“Did you break into the Fine Arts Room again?”

“I don’t think it’s breaking in if it’s technically unlocked,” Ashton points out.

Luke squints but evidently fails to argue with this logic. “How’s artsy hipster bullshit camp?”

“Really good,” Ashton says, cracking his knuckles. His parents have told him repeatedly that doing so will give him arthritis, but Ashton suspects that’s more of a scare tactic than a fact. At this point he doubts even rehab could get him to stop. It’s the only thing Ashton can think to do with his hands when he’s not drawing. “By the way, remember the other day when you fell asleep on our call?”

I fell asleep at the end of our call,” Luke corrects him. “We were done talking.”

“Okay, weirdo,” Ashton says, shaking his head. “Well, anyway, Maya convinced me that I should show you this because maybe you’d think it was cute, or something.” He holds up the drawing of Luke.

Luke leans closer to the camera. Anyone else might have trouble discerning what’s on the page given how dim it is around Ashton, but not Luke. Luke has super-senses. His visual acuity is, like, a thousand. (Rough estimate.)

So when Luke’s face splits into a grin, Ashton knows he’s seen exactly what’s there. “Oh my fucking God, you sap,” he says. “I thought you just hung up straightaway.” 

“Nope,” Ashton says. “I’m just saving moments. One day I’ll have enough for a flip book.”

Luke’s expression goes all mushy and heart-eyed. “You’re unbelievable,” he says, fond and endeared. “I can’t believe you’re not bored of my dumb face yet.”

“Are you kidding? Have you seen your dumb face?” Ashton laughs. “It’s impossible to be bored of it.”

“Ashton,” Luke says, his eyes crinkling so much that the blue all but disappears. “I love you.”

And everything makes sense.

“I love you too,” Ashton says, struck by the realization that he does. The drawings, the midnight Skype calls, the death-defying trips around the city with only his faith in Luke to keep them afloat, the fluttery feeling — all of the colors lock into place, and Ashton can see the rainbow clear as day in front of him. He’s never been in love; of course he couldn’t tell. But there’s nothing else it could be.

“Oh, good,” Luke says timidly. “I was a little worried you wouldn’t say it back.”

Ashton glances from the drawing in his hand to the look on Luke’s face on the screen, and he cracks a crooked smile. “Then you, superhero, have not been paying attention.”

[honeyedlashton]

Leave Your Mark With Every Bite

Words: 2,949

Warnings: smut, also general anxiousness and anxiety around this whole thing.

Ship: Lashton (I’m so sorry I’m in a mood to write them half broken up)

A/N: this idea hit me in the shower, and I don’t know why I felt the compulsive need to make these two be trainwrecks, but, fuck am I here for it. I need angsty Lashton cause I’ve written too much fluff. So here you go. Here’s some “we shouldn’t be doing this,” for reasons I’ll leave open to interpretation. (I have a few in mind but, not everyone agrees with my sentiments, so I don’t wanna step on toes.) So take it as you will, here’s this toxic ass version of their relationship.

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“i need to see u”

The white letters on the blue bubble stood out. The first non-grey text in a week. Luke shook reading it over. He shook even worse seeing the three little grey dots pop up on the opposite side of the screen.

It was a long time. Too long watching the graceful bouncing of the oversized ellipses. Their grace did nothing to soothe Luke’s mind. It had to have been a full minute l before those grey dots turned into: “On my way now...”

Luke could only guess the horrible things Ashton had erased. It was implied through the passive punctuation. And not for the first time this hour, he felt guilty.

He sat on his couch and hugged his knees to his chest, he was wrapped in his big white hoodie. He was safe, but not really. He was still shaking and racing a million miles a minute.

He found doing nothing made the seconds feel twice as long. So he fidgeted with his guitar. Not really playing anything, just giving his hands something to do. Anything to keep him from thinking too hard about what he was doing. Or why he was feeling guilty at all. He knew he was in the right, so why did he feel so horrible about it?

Eleven minutes was all it took. Enough time to send Luke into multiple spirals, and enough time for Ashton to arrive.

Luke saw the lights in the driveway, and practically threw his guitar out of his lap getting up to race out the door. He grabbed his keys as he left.

It was one of those peculiar times in the mid-spring where it rained in L.A.

Luke didn’t slow down, running up to the passenger door and got inside, barely looking at the illuminated figure that was warm and dry and staring back at him. Music played softly through the speakers, some melancholy soundtrack that seemed to match his mood perfectly. Luke buckled in before either of them could say anything. “Let’s just...drive,” Luke managed after a second, finally looking over at Ashton.

Finally. The interior lights had switched off, but the dashboard’s white lights on the dials made Ashton’s cheek and jawline stand out as he looked back at Luke. Glasses on, hair soft. He looked like the boy Luke loved so much.

He suddenly wanted to cry.

“Okay,” Ashton nodded, and reversed back out of the driveway. Silent and stoic. Two things Luke knew Ashton rarely was. Tonight was the exception.

The roads were almost empty, but not. Empty for L.A. Empty for 2 am on a fresh Friday. Empty for a pandemic. But not really empty at all. Luke could barely hear the music over the sound of the rain and the engine and the road, but it didn’t bother him. Being surrounded by these familiar things—Ashton’s leather seats, the smell of his air freshener, the smell of him—made Luke feel safe in a way the hoodie just couldn’t.

“Do you hate me?” Luke asked after they’d turned out of his suburbs.

Ashton scoffed in a way that showed real amusement. “Of course I don’t hate you. Whether the feeling is mutual or not’s the real question, though.”

Luke didn’t answer for a second. “I want to. I wish I could.”

Ashton nodded like he’d been expecting that answer, and just drove on at a green light.

“Don’t be worried.” Luke knew he was, “there’s still lots of love keeping me from thinking about it too hard.”

“Where am I driving us?” Ashton asked, even though he had already made a few of the decisions already.

“Beach.”

Ashton’s expression didn’t change, and he just drove on.

“I hate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Ashton asked.

“Not answer me,” Luke huffed, and realized only before Ashton looked at him just how hypocritical he sounded. “I have an excuse...”

Ashton sighed. “I know...”

“I don’t wanna talk about that,” Luke grumbled. “Any of this shit. I texted you for a reason you know.”

“Why did you text me?” He didn’t sound hostile, just tired.

“I miss you.”

Almost like that was what he had been waiting for, Ashton’s hand dropped from the steering wheel and reached for Luke’s in his lap. His fingers were chilly from the air conditioner, but then again so we’re Luke’s. He pressed their palms together like Ashton was a lifeline. He felt his angst deflate in his chest. And he even reached to turn up the radio.

Its about a forty minute drive to the beach, and Luke knew this before asking. But he needed to see something other than his house, and right now, everything looked better than that. But the ocean was the only thing Luke loved to look at. Even at night, even in the rain.

The horizon was vast and open. The gradient of dark grey above faded to light grey as the clouds above hit nearly pitch black water. Ashton parked in front of it. An empty parking lot overlooking the grand beach. Their spot.

As soon as Ashton’s car was in park Luke nearly jumped into his arms, without words, without unbuckling. His lips found Ashton’s in the dim light, and Ashton’s didn’t shy away. All that was on his mind at that moment was savoring the feeling. The taste. The idea of having him this close. His Ashton.

Ashton only broke their kiss after a second to cut off the headlights and unbuckle his seatbelt. “Luuu...” Ashton groaned. “What are we doing?”

“Anything you’ll let me do,” Luke whined against his lips, unhappy that they kept getting interrupted.

“Not what I mean,” Ashton murmured.

Luke knew that, by the way he pulled away as he spoke.

“Luke...” Ashton urged.

“Please...” Luke whined looking at Ashton’s silhouette in the dark. Without any lights in the car, or streetlights around, it was hard to see anything at all. “Please, don’t ruin it. I need you...” tears pricked his eyes as he spoke, and he felt the lump rise in his throat.

And whether Ashton could see Luke’s eyes water in the dark, or he decided to give in, Ashton met Luke’s passion with a vengeance.

Luke felt Ashton’s nimble fingers fidget clumsily with Luke’s seatbelt buckle before he felt himself finally free from it. He wasted no time climbing over Ashton’s lap. It was awkward, it hurt his knees, but, god...he needed this, and he wasn’t talking himself out of it. He wasn’t letting Ashton talk him out out of it. He deserved to be reckless.

Ashton’s lips broke away from his and he immediately wanted to cry again, till he felt soft open lips pressed to that sweet spot on Luke’s neck. Hot and dizzying and stirring his nerves into a frenzy. He sighed with his eyes going out of focus. “Oh, Ash...” he whispered.

The prickle of Ashton’s stubble poked at Luke’s neck, and it jolted him in ways his own facial hair couldn’t. Luke found his hands tangled in the soft black curls. Even though he couldn’t see them, he’d remembered how fluffy it had been. He smelled like his shampoo and conditioner. He melted a little more at the familiarity, and tugged the locks in his fists.

“Fuck,” Ashton hissed. His arms tightened around Luke’s waist, and hands ghosted over his round bum in his shorts.

“Fuck me,” Luke whimpered, but he knew Ashton must have been expecting it. “Right here. I don’t care. I need you. I’m sorry.” Every sentence punctuated an inhale or exhale.

Ashton was seemingly two steps ahead, maneuvering the seat back, and Luke down with him. “I thought you’d never ask...” he leaned up to chase Luke’s lips again, which were happy to find his. Eager even. Just like Luke’s hands were to find the zipper of Ashton’s jeans.

Luke hadn’t fucked in a car very many times in his life, but he’d done it enough to know how to slide his partner’s pants down without moving more than necessary. It was a skill he was proud of. It was a skill he showcased now.

They were ill-prepared for this task. No lube. Just a condom in Ashton’s wallet and hopefully enough combined spit to not split Luke in half.

He wore his hoodie, while his shorts wadded uncomfortably around only one of his knees, as it pressed into the seatbelt buckle on Ashton’s side. But Luke wasn’t picky—at least he refused to be right now.

He felt high. He felt drunk. He felt relieved to kiss Ashton and feel his kiss back. He’d spent nights dreaming of being this close again, but only after the thousands of daydreams of killing him faded with the sunset.

Luke pushed back on Ashton’s three fingers. Eager. Hungry for touch. Hungry for only Ashton’s touch.

And just like he’d hoped, Ashton reminded him of that. “Missed me so much...couldn’t stand to be away from daddy could you?”

Luke shook his head. “Uh-uh,” he blushed across his nose. He was finally getting stimulation and degradation. It was basically the perfect day, minus his anxiousness. “Needed daddy. M-missed him so much...”

Ashton purred softly and kissed behind Luke’s ear. The heat ran directly down Luke’s spine and pooled in his tummy. “Well, daddy’s right here. Gonna fill you up and make you forget all about it,” he scissored his fingers one last time, before pulling out.

Luke whined, feeling empty and cold again, but that was only before Ashton placed the familiar thick tip against him. He practically rolled his eyes back like he hadn’t felt it in months. And officially he hadn’t...but if shit like this counted... well, then that was a different answer.

He rocked his hips back against Ashton, and panted, “please, please,” he whimpered and begged. “I’ll be so good. I promise...”

“‘Please, please’ what, baby? What are you asking for?” Ashton’s voice dripped with condescension, and Luke knew the week of leaving Ashton on read was coming back to haunt him.

“Your c-cock...” Luke hiccuped. “Need it...”

“Well you got it right there, sweetheart. What more could you want?”

“Want it inside me. Want you inside, right now...”

“Yeah? You sure you don’t wanna think about it some more? Don’t wanna make me wait a little longer?”

“Nuh-Uh...” Luke shook his head rapidly. “Just want you inside me, please...”

Ashton wasn’t a torturer, and Luke knew that. He wasn’t one to make Luke beg too much when he was this distraught. So he pushed up into him at that last “please” and Luke had to struggle to catch his breath.

“Oh! Mmm!” He gasped and furrowed his brows. Ashton’s hands splayed large and steady over part of Luke’s bum and the small of his back, as if guiding him to move. As if Luke needed the help.

“Goddamnit...” Ashton gulped and, Luke’s eyes must have adjusted to the complete dark, cause he could see a little shape of Ashton’s jaw, as he tossed his head back. “Why the fuck did I ever agree to let you go?”

“Shhh, daddy...” Luke whispered and kissed at Ashton’s cheek, when he thought he was aiming for his lips again. “Don’t ruin it...”

Ashton only seemed to get worse then. He gripped Luke’s skin under the hoodie, to the point it felt like he’d bruise. “Then remind me whose pussy this is...” Ashton growled, crashing his hips up against Luke’s small circular movements.

Luke felt it brush against his spot, only that once. And then he was left to chase it on his own again. The whine he’d let out was pathetic. And it didn’t answer Ashton’s question at all.

“Huh?” Ashton smacked his bum, and the clap of skin on skin stung in their ears only briefly since the car absorbed so much sound. “Tell me...”

“Yours, daddy...” Luke whined, cheeks hot.

“My what? Use your words”

“Your pussy. It belongs to you...” Luke hiccuped without remorse.

Ashton snapped his hips up again and Luke felt the white heat rush all over his body. Luke chased it, throwing his hips down like he couldn’t take it anymore.

Ashton panted out moans and crashed their lips together. All lips and teeth and tangling tongues in the darkness, but it was heat. And it felt and smelled and sounded like Ashton, so Luke would take everything he could.

He whined into the kiss, his body basically overheating the closer he got. The music on the radio subsumed the random thoughts in Luke’s head, at least the only ones not actively chasing release. His legs ached, his body felt ridged and achy, but he didn’t stop.

And all at once he didn’t remember the bad shit. He didn’t remember the problems or the reason they were forced apart. All there was, was them both holding each other for all of eternity.

“You’re slacking,” Ashton growled though his breaths were short, “pick up the pace, princess.”

Luke whined and dug down to do it despite the protest in his thighs. Because in reality, he loved when Ashton pushed him. He craved the approval too much to protest. “M trying,” he pouted.

“Well do better. You asked for daddy’s cock, so at least act like you want it.”

Luke blushed and slammed his hips down and he could tell by the way Ashton sighed he did perfectly right. “That’s more like it...” he purred. “That’s the little bunny I know...”

Luke hugged Ashton’s shoulders and buried himself further into his neck. Panting the warm heat of Ashton’s cologne and his own breath recycled back at him till it was suffocating. “There! There!” He clung to him with a desperate whine, nosing behind his ear. He wanted complete closeness. If he could press their chests within each other and wrap Ashton’s ribs around his, he would. And Ashton hugged him back just as feverishly.

The tidal wave of orgasm hit him hot and fast. And Ashton seemed to notice before any words could tumble out of his mouth. He was already kissing at Luke’s jaw. “Cum, baby. It’s okay...” he murmured against his skin. Luke melted into that, spilling all over his tummy under his hoodie with a pathetic whine. And then it was Ashton’s turn to groan and cum between pants of pleasure and heat exhaustion.

The rain had picked up at some point in their throes, and now drummed down on the car with loud taps. The radio seemed quiet by comparison. Only their heavied breaths really stood a chance against the backdrop of sound.

“Lu...” Ashton whispered after they had calmed, their bodies still pressed together in a lovers embrace.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

It hurt to hear. But Luke knew it would have hurt him more not to hear it.

“I love you, too...”

Ashton sighed like he’d deflated and shifted under Luke. It took every ounce of strength the blonde boy had to push himself away from Ashton so he could sit the seat back up.

“We have to stop doing this,” Ashton said softly. Not reprimanding him. He got a napkin from the glove compartment and lifted Luke’s hoodie to clean him up. It was like clockwork. Luke came to expect that phrase now after meeting up in secret.

“I know.”

“I have to stop saying yes. But you’re so easy to give into,” Ashton pouted.

“I know.”

“We have to be—.”

“Please don’t say it,” Luke pleaded, and the tears he’d been pushing down welled up again. “Please. I don’t want you to talk about it, I don’t wanna think about it. I just want you, and I don’t want to think about the consequences of my goddamn actions for once! Please...I already know. So will you just hold me and tell me everything’s going to be okay without taking it back?” The rain of Luke’s tears fell down his cheeks and landed somewhere into the void of darkness.

“Okay...”

“Okay. Because I love you, and I hate you. And I can’t let you go...” he sobbed into Ashton’s neck. He wasn’t too surprised to feel Ashton’s arms wrap around him. They always did when Luke was in pain. Even when they were the two most opposed people on the planet.

Luke found it so annoying.

But he just hugged Ashton closer, crying harder. “I wish you hated me. I wish we could break it off and go our separate ways for good.”

Ashton pet his hair, and it annoyed him more.

“Don’t you think I’ve been a bitch? Aren’t you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not. I’m worried. I want you. I wish that we didn’t have to—. I wish things were different.”

The problem was, Luke could tell that Ashton was telling the truth. And it hurt even worse. “Well wishing isn’t gonna make it any better.” He stared at the foggy windows. “Let’s stay here tonight. I can’t sleep without you.” He admitted petulantly. Like a kid in time out.

Ashton cut off the car at that, and held Luke close. “Then we’ll stay...”

Luke unsurprisingly only thought about the consequences that would lie in wait for them tomorrow, but for now he was safe. And warm. And familiar. And coming down from so many intense emotions that he just didn’t care. He let them drift off with every flourish of Ashton’s feather light touch on his back.

“Don’t ever let this moment end.” Luke whispered into the gentle thrum of Ashton’s pulse as he faded into sleep. And he knew if Ashton really loved him he’d lie.

And right before the tendrils of sleep took him under, he heard the gentle confirmation in two words:

“Never ever.”

[cal-puddies]

it was only a kiss || poly!lashton

big shouts to @kindahoping4forever for helping me power through this arc, ready for the next one?

Poly! Lashton: the blow job || daddy’s home || cream pie || take the pleasure, take it with the pain || all at once this is enough || caught in between || take my heart, hit the back || daddy issues || needy || only you know the way that I break || picked all my weeds but kept the flowers || people are people and sometimes we change our minds

Luke sighs as he walks out of the hotel room. He figures some time at the pool won’t hurt, it’ll give you a chance to recover from the nights activities, and allow Ash to worry you and only you. 

He scoped out a chair before going to grab a towel, he checks his phone as he goes to toss it on the chair he wanted, but a second towel lands right next to his and he looks up. 

The guy grins at Luke and Luke finds him attractive, so opposite of the things he loves about Ashton, his hair is dark, a stark contrast to Ash’s blonde. He has deep brown eyes and a contagious smile. He bites his lip as he grins at the man.

“You can have it.” Luke offers, reaching for his towel to plop it in the next chair over. 

“I just liked this one because it was so far away from everyone else.” The man admits. 

Luke lets out a laugh, “me too actually. Give me some peace and quiet.” 

“Well, there’s two chairs and I promise to be quiet if you don’t mind if I stay.” The man offers. He holds his hand out to Luke, “I’m Oliver, by the way.” 

“Luke.” He shakes his hand, “I don’t mind, you can stay.” He nods. 

They sit quietly for a while, Luke can feel Oliver eying him but he ignores it. “You here alone Luke?” Oliver finally asks. 

“No… I’m here with my partner.” He drops the ‘s’ to make it less confusing, but he’s not sure whether he’d bring up you or Ash if asked. “What about you?” 

“Just some friends, needed a break from reality.” Oliver explains. 

“Yeah, us too. A lot going on in our lives right now.” Luke nods. 

“So, where is your partner?” He asks, with a charming, but leading lilt in his voice. 

“He’s upstairs, wanted to relax in the room a little more.” Luke shrugs, not trying to dole out his whole personal life. 

“You guys been together long?” 

Luke thinks for a minute, “7 years…? Holy shit, yeah, 7 years.” 

“And you said ‘he’?” 

“Yeah, Ashton. He’s fucking amazing. I still don’t know how I got him.” Luke chuckles. 

“Well he’d be stupid not to be into you, honestly.” Oliver gently touches Luke’s arm. 

And Luke doesn’t think anything more of it, the two of them spend the entire day chatting and hanging out by the pool, until Ollie’s friends come to find him for their dinner plans. They exchange numbers and Luke heads back to the room. 

He finds you asleep with your head in Ashton’s lap, he was gently running his fingers through your hair. 

Luke leans in to peck Ash on the lips, “is she ok?” 

“She cried a lot today and compounded with the fact that she was super sore from last night, just been a tough day.” Ash smiles sadly at him. 

Luke rubs his hand very gently on your lower back, “did you guys eat dinner?” 

“No, not yet, why don’t you go shower? And I’ll get her up and moving.” Ash leans up to kiss him again. 

When Luke wakes up the next morning, he’s barely thinking about the two in his bed, he had such a good time with Ollie, he was excited to spend another day with him. They were heading to the beach just beyond the pool today. 

You and Ash had been undecided on what to do today, so he was happy to already have a plan. 

And then Luke really only sees you briefly before bed or as he’s getting ready and you are typically still in bed and Ash is up reading the news and getting in the first cup of coffee sludge in. 

“Where are you off to so early?” Ash asks after a week of early days. 

“Uh… I made a friend. He invited me to go with his friends to go snorkeling. What are you guys up to?” Luke asks, pulling a backpack over his shoulders. 

“Not sure yet… wanna get dinner with us?” 

“I’ll try and be back early enough for that.” Luke nods, leaning in to kiss Ash. 

Luke grins at Oliver as he hands him a beer. They’d been out on the boat all day, in and out of the water. 

“So tell me more about Ash.” Ollie prompts. 

“He’s great… so handsome, takes really good care of me, has a dominant streak that I love. But, It’s a little more complicated.” Luke shrugs, feeling his buzz. 

“Complicated? How is anything complicated with someone as great as you?” Ollie asks, nonchalantly. 

“We… have a girlfriend.” He shrugs. 

“You share a girlfriend with your boyfriend?” He clarifies. “Of course, a catch like you couldn’t have just one partner.” Ollie smirks. 

“Something like that. We don’t really talk about it… but we’re here because she just had a really traumatic life event and this is how Ash helps us collect ourselves. To regroup.” Luke finishes his beer and gets up for another. “Sex is incredible though, with both of them.” 

“Can’t do a lot of regrouping if you aren’t with them,” Ollie says, raising an eyebrow when Luke looks at him. 

“Well… like I said, she needs him right now.” Luke shrugs. 

“But she doesn’t need you?” 

“I’m sure she does, but she’ll come to me in her time. We just have a very… natural flow between the three of us. She’ll tell me when she needs me close.” He nods, “oh shit… what time is it? I told

them I’d be back for dinner.” Luke reaches for his phone, but it’s definitely dead from being in the middle of the ocean all day. 

“Well, we're gonna have to be heading back soon, maybe you can ask them to wait.” Ollie shrugs. 

“Nope. No service out here and my phone is dead anyway.” He sighs, “shit.” 

“They’ll understand, especially if they’re as great as you say they are.” 

“No, they are… they are. Ash just specifically asked me to come to dinner tonight. Shit.” He groans. But it doesn’t stop him from drinking two more beers as they head back in. 

Luke makes his way up to the room, it’s dark outside so he knows he likely missed dinner. 

“Hey guys!” He greets, walking in the room. 

“Luke!” You smile at him, and you look so excited. “Guess what we did today!” 

He plops next to you on the couch and leans in for a quick kiss, “what’s that baby girl?” He smiles, cupping your cheek. 

“We went to the dole plantation!! It was really Cool, we got some pineapples, I ate alll the dole whip I could.” 

“Which was a lot.” Ash laughs, coming back in. Luke gets pouty. “And you missed dinner.” 

“I know I tried to get back here in time. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the dole plantation today? I wanted to go.” 

“We decided last minute. We tried to call and text but we didn’t get a response.” Ash shrugs. 

“You knew I was going snorkeling with friends today, I told you this morning.” Luke argues, getting exasperated. 

“Don’t get mad at me. You made your choice. Just wanted to take this one to do something fun.” Ash says, kissing the top of your head. 

“Sorry Peachy, didn’t know you’d want to go.” You frown at him. 

“It’s ok baby girl.” Luke kisses your nose and pushes up off the couch. 

“You should try this though.” You say, offering him a piece of the pineapple from the plate you’re holding. He leans over and lets you stick it in his mouth. 

“It’s delicious. Thank you for sharing.” He makes his way to the bathroom for a shower. 

He’s annoyed with Ashton though, he knows he told him what he was doing today, and he should have known he’d be unreachable. And why wouldn’t Luke want to also experience the Dole plantation. He’s not happy about how this went down. But when he’s done with his shower, he sees that Ollie has texted and asked about dinner. Luke admits that he missed it, so Ollie invites him down to the bar for drinks and some food and he agrees, he’s starving all of a sudden. 

“Where ya goin?” You ask as Luke opens the door. 

“I’m just gonna go get some food, pretty girl. I’ll be back.” He assures you. 

“Ok… miss you Peachy.” 

“I won’t be too long.” He promises.

But after a couple drinks, lots of laughs and some food, Luke and Oliver decide to go to the beach. 

“It’s dark… isn’t it dangerous?” Oliver laughs. 

“No Ollie! We’re not getting in, let’s just go sit, under the stars.” Luke grabs his hand and drags him out to the beach. “Beautiful night!” Luke declares, plopping In the sand, waving his hand toward the sky. He giggles, pulling Ollie down with him. “Now, I’ve told you about me, what about you?” Luke grins. 

“What about me?” Ollie asks, finally settling in next to Luke. He moves a little closer so they are shoulder to shoulder. 

“Are you seeing anyone? Special someone back home?” 

“Ah… no my ex and I broke up like… 4 months ago. He was cheating on me, so I just…” he shrugs. 

“Good riddance. You deserve better than that anyway.” Luke nods. 

If he was sober, he would notice the way Ollie keeps looking at him, the way he keeps finding ways to touch him, and he’s just staring at Luke’s lips. 

But he’s not sober and he seems to be encouraging it, touching him back, constantly turning to smile at him, doing anything he can to make him laugh. 

Luke lays back in the sand, “what are you doing tomorrow? I’ve heard there are amazing waterfalls around here.” He asks. “Maybe we can go for a hike.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Ollie shrugs, laying back. 

Luke hums, “we're gonna have to get a late start, I’m drunk.” He grins. “I’ll need to sleep in… speaking of… what time is it? I told my girl I’d be back.” 

“And yet… here you are…” Ollie whispers, “it’s 1:30.” 

“Nope. I gotta go. She shared her pineapple.” Luke murmurs, jumping up. “I’ll text you when I get up.” He takes off back to the hotel without even waiting for Ollie to get up. 

Ashton is in bed, you’re on the couch when he gets back. “Hey peachy.” You greet, giving him a sad smile, “thought you were coming right back?” You mention. 

“I know, I’m sorry baby girl.” He sighs, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “I got caught up.” 

“I just wanted to make sure you made it back.” You whisper, getting up to head to bed. 

“Baby girl.” He whispers, “I love you. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s your vacation too.” You shrug, “love you.” 

Ash tries to wake him up in the morning, but Luke batted him away and mentions he has plans. 

“Ok… well don’t get mad at me if we do something you wanted to do.” Ash huffs. 

Luke’s sweating as they hike, and he kinda feels like shit from being hungover, but he’s doing his best. “So what do you do?” He asks Oliver. 

“I teach music, at a high school… choir, music appreciation, music history, and I help with marching band.” He shrugs. 

“Oh, that’s really cool.” Luke exclaims. 

“What about you?” Oliver stops short in front of Luke. 

“Oh… uh… I guess you’d say I’m more of a kept man.” 

“Oh? You don’t work? At all?” He asks, now following Luke. 

“I mean I have responsibilities, but Ash takes care of us. Gets us what we need and want. Like… like I said the sex is spectacular, I do chores around the house and help with whatever Ash needs help with.” 

“Ok… so you are a kept man. What did you want to do?” 

“I never really had a chance to decide. I was fresh out of college when Ash and I got together, got my degree in business. I was just working at a clothing store and eventually Ash was just like you hate it so much so just quit and be here and that was that. I didn’t argue because I did hate it that much, and he never asked me to pay any bills and wouldn’t take money when I offered.” Luke shrugs.

Ollie nods, “and your girl?”

“Also kept… she gets a little more control than I do typically but I like it that way.” Luke stops and looks at the waterfall they’ve come upon. “Shit, this is gorgeous,” he murmurs. And he wishes you were there, because you’d love this, and for a second, he feels like he’s doing this with the wrong person, he should be with his people. 

Oliver is taking his shirt off and jumping in the water. Luke definitely notices his toned body, and he takes his shirt off to jump in too. He notices as Oliver stays close and touches him, thinks it must be an accident when Oliver’s hand grazes the front of his swimmers multiple times. 

“So… based on all the info you’ve given me, you must be in some sort of dom/sub situation?” Ollie boldly asks. 

“Yeah… something like that. That would definitely be how I’d describe my bedroom experiences.” He laughs, “but not so much the rest of our lives. We’re just there for each other I guess… I don’t know how to describe it. Making them smile and happy is the best thing I do.” 

He notices Ollie’s gotten close and he thinks maybe it’s too close, so he backs up a little, and then heads back to where they dropped their shirts and bags. 

“We should head back. It’s gonna be late anyway.” He mentions, quickly drying his chest and putting his shirt on. 

They keep up their normal banter all the way back to the hotel, and Luke waves him off as he heads to the room. 

Luke sees you pressed to Ash when he comes in, you say hi and he heads off for a shower and collapses on the bed, checking his phone. 

He has dinner with you, where you let slip Ash doesn’t know how to talk to him about him; and it keeps him up all night. What could Ash want to talk about? Luke’s done his best to stay out of the way. Is Ash jealous? 

He adores it when you come out in the morning and straddle him. Even if things are weird with Ash, at least you don’t seem to be upset with him. And then he agrees to spend time with you guys. 

But Ollie is texting a bunch, and he figures it couldn’t hurt to have him join you guys for lunch. Maybe Ash would feel better if he met him. 

But he can tell pretty quickly it’s not going well. He watches you shut down first, as Ollie makes pass after pass at you. You cross your arms over your chest and your face says your fuming. He tries to distract him from that point forward. 

Luke frowns as you and Ash take off, he did not expect things to go so poorly. “What the fuck was that? They’re not usually like this.” He promises Ollie. “I can’t believe they acted like that.” He hums, still staring after his partners.

“You wanna come hang in my room for a bit? Let them cool down. We can talk about it?” 

Luke feels awkward the second he steps in Ollie’s room, but he ignores it. 

“Luke.” Ollie says, and Luke turns to face him, Ollie presses his lips to Luke’s. 

And for a few seconds, Luke lets it happen before snapping out of it. He gently pushes Ollie away. “What are you doing? You just met my partners.” 

“Luke… you’ve spent all this time talking about how great they are, but you've basically spent this entire trip with me. we’ve been having a good time, we’ve got a good vibe. I thought you were feeling this too.” 

“I’ve never said I was open to anything. I’ve got the two people I need, it was just nice to have a friend.” 

“Keep telling yourself that Luke. There’s obviously something deeper there.” 

“I have to go, lose my number.” He brushes past Ollie, out of the room, and hurries toward the elevators. He can feel the tears in his eyes as he steps off and heads back to the room. 

“Ash… we need to talk.”

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[kaleidoscopeminds]

Hi meg!! “If it snows, wake me up.” with lashton please?

hi em!!! remember when i solicited prompts weeks and weeks ago? yeah me too... anyway here is some very late and very baby lashton for you, loads of love 💖💖

It’s late, well not really late, but late enough that Ashton’s considering that it might be time for showering and sleeping when he decides that before he does, he wants to go and make a cup of tea. He drags himself out of the warmth of his bed to go downstairs, pulling on a hoodie and some socks as he goes. They’ve been in London for over a month now but he still wasn’t getting used to it being cold in January, and especially not this cold. He debates putting on a beanie but decides to just pull his hood up and head downstairs. He makes his way to the kitchen, but sees there’s still a light on in the back room, so after he puts the kettle on he pokes his head around the door.

Luke is sat curled up on the sofa next to the french doors, nose almost pressed up against the glass, staring into the dark. Ashton can see his reflection in the doors, lit by the side lamp casting Luke in a glow, his tired eyes blinking slowly and chewing slowly on his lip.

“I thought you were watching a movie with Mikey,” Ashton says, and Luke jumps, having been so absorbed in watching outside he didn’t hear Ashton approach. 

“It’s meant to snow tonight,” Luke says, turning his big eyes to Ashton, glimmering with wonder and excitement, fringe just flopping in them slightly before he hurriedly pushes it out of the way.

“That’ll be why it’s so fucking cold,” Ashton grumbles, leaning on the door frame, but smiles slightly at Luke being so thrilled.

“Snow, Ashton. Aren’t you excited?” Luke says, grin growing, shining and radiant. He shivers a little and Ashton frowns, he’s sat on the sofa in just a T-shirt and some pyjama bottoms, feet and arms bare, and the heating in the house clicked off an hour or so again.

“Why don’t you have a hoodie on?” Ashton asks. “You must be freezing.”

“Okay Mum,” Luke says rolling his eyes. “I have my actual mum upstairs, you know. I don’t need you too.”

Ashton comes into the room slightly to flick Luke’s foot, even just doing that he can feel that it's the temperature of ice, and he makes a disapproving noise. 

“You’re going to get frostbite,” He reprimands. “No one wants a lead singer with only one foot. Here, have this.”

He pulls off his own hoodie despite the temperature and drops it in Luke’s lap, before digging around under the sofa.

“Aha!” He says, extracting a slightly worn blanket. He shakes it out before draping it over Luke’s lap as Luke pulls on Ashton’s hoodie.

“You’ll be cold now,” Luke protests, but he’s already got both his hands in the arms and is pulling the rest of the hoodie over his head.

Ashton looks at Luke fondly as his head pops out the neck of the hoodie, eyes glimmering and hair flattened against his face. Luke was growing at the speed of light these days, upwards and also outwards, his shoulders stretching Ashton’s hoodie far more than Ashton knows his own shoulders do. A small part of him hopes he stops growing soon, he wouldn’t want to live in a universe where Luke wearing his clothes is an impossibility, however much he might complain about the other boy stealing his socks.

“I’m good.” Is all Ashton says. “Do you want tea? I’m making a cup.”

Luke nods and Ashton grins at him before going back into the kitchen and pulling out a second mug. He pours the hot water, pulls out the sugar for Luke and grabs the milk out the fridge, humming a melody that he and Michael had been working on earlier that week. He picks up the two mugs and heads back through to the other room to find Luke, head turned back towards the window with the hood up on the hoodie, feet tucked under the blanket and the sleeves stretched even further to cover his hands. He looks back at Ashton as he returns and makes grabby hands for the mug.

“Do you wanna sit with me for a bit?” Luke asks. And really, what was Ashton going to say, with Luke sat there in Ashton’s hoodie, curled up on the sofa and gleaming blue eyes blinking at him hopefully.

“My bed was calling me, but I guess I can sit with you for a bit, loser,” He teases, placing both mugs on the coffee table and sitting down next to Luke.

Luke immediately stretches his legs to stuff his feet underneath Ashton’s thighs, a typical move from Luke, unable to keep his limbs to himself if any of his bandmates were close by, but tucking his feet under Ashton’s leg was a thing Luke had always done. He had perpetually cold hands and feet, but often refused to wear socks, and so whenever Ashton would sit next to him Luke would take the opportunity to stuff his feet under there to warm them up. Ashton would bitch about this, but secretly he’d be pleased, he knows that if there was a definition for the saying “cold feet warm heart” it would be Luke Hemmings, with his shy smile and easy kindness, anyone who met him would be immediately enamoured with his radiance. As was Ashton half the time.

“Write anything good today?” Ashton asks Luke, hand resting on his knee, fingers beating out a small rhythm there.

“Yeah. Maybe,” Luke says absentmindedly, fiddling with his sleeves and scrunching his nose.

“What’s on your mind Lukey?” Ashton says, reaching out and tapping the tip of his nose before sliding his finger up to the bridge, smoothing out the creases. He knows Luke has something playing on his mind more than the snow, it wasn’t Luke’s usual move to isolate himself, he does best with a group of people nearby.

“Do you ever feel like this can’t be real?” Luke says thoughtfully, tipping his head to one side.

“What do you mean?” Ashton says patiently.

Luke sighs and plays with his fringe. It's getting a little curly as it's the end of the day, loosening from its normally straightened place on Luke’s forehead and Ashton likes it all the more for it, despite him normally sporting an identical straightened look. 

“Just, like, I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m still in a dream half the time, like none of this should be happening. We’re living here in the UK, we’re about to go on tour with One Direction and we wrote with James Bourne from Busted last week,” Luke says, laughing a little and shaking his head. “I’m seventeen, I feel like I’ll wake up any second and my mum will be banging at my door trying to get me to get up for Year 12, and then I do wake up to my mum banging on my door but I’m here in London and I’m living with my best mates and I’ve signed a record deal. It’s not real Ash, it can’t be.”

Ashton looks at Luke curled up on the sofa next to him and slips a hand into Luke’s, stopping him fiddling with the sleeve of Ashton’s hoodie. Luke looks at him in surprise but holds on tightly as Ashton runs his thumb over the back of Luke’s hand and smiles at him. 

He finds it funny that Luke has these doubts of the reality of the situation they find themselves in, he himself has them every day, has to pinch himself that he’s no longer struggling through uni working shitty jobs and trying to take care of his family, remind himself that he’s waking up to do what he loves rather than dragging himself through another day. But Luke, well, in Ashton’s head Luke was always meant to end up here. End up doing something more than the life he was born into. Even without the rest of them Luke would end up a star, he glowed too bright, his light far too dazzling to be turned down or ignored. Ashton was grateful every single day to be bathed in its glow for even half a minute let alone the last year, and if Ashton was lucky, many of the years ahead of them. 

“It’s real, Luke I promise,” Ashton says instead. He squeezes Luke’s hand, taps his fingers on the other hand onto Luke’s knee, and wiggles his legs on top of Luke’s feet. “Feel that, Lukey? It’s all real, you’re here with me on this sofa in a random house in the outskirts of London and we’re gonna be a fucking huge and successful band in a couple of years.”

It's not something he hasn’t told Luke before; Ashton had an unwavering faith in the band, in what they could achieve, in what they had which made them special, but Ashton thinks that with the One Direction tour coming up and all the doors that were being opened to them, that the others might just be starting to believe it too.

Luke laughs, biting his tongue, and shakes his head. “If you say so, Ash.” 

“I know so,” Ashton says, picking up their teas from the coffee table and handing one off to Luke, taking a sip of his own before continuing.

“Who told you it was gonna snow then?” He asks.

Luke has both hands wrapped around his cup for warmth and takes a gulp of tea. “Mum did,” He says.

“I thought Michael might have been trying to wind you up again,” Ashton says with a grin.

“I hope it snows, I want to see snow,” Luke says pitifully, drinking his tea.

“It’s cold rain, Luke,” Ashton says rolling his eyes.

“Don’t be so boring, you’re nineteen, not ninety,” Luke says playfully, punching Ashton in the shoulder with his free hand.

“Well as I’m so ancient, I should probably go to bed,” Ashton says. “As should you, Luke.”

“Fine,” Luke says, frowning. “But in the morning, if it snows wake me up, please.”

“Why am I waking you up?” Ashton asks.

“Because you’ll be awake first I know you will, and I don’t wanna miss out on any of the snow.”

“It’s not going anywhere.”

“Ashton, please?” Luke says. Ashton looks at Luke, illuminated by the side lamp, eyes glittering and smile beaming, and thinks of the way Luke will light up if it really does snow. He nods his head slowly. Ashton will never refuse an opportunity to be the cause of Luke’s happiness, taking every chance to stand in the glow he emits for another minute. 

[hemmoangel]

Dr. Gay Dreamboat Pt. 2

AN: Hiiii, tysm for reading the first part to this! I’m sorry that the chapters are so short, but the next one is going to be longer and the best yet!

Your support means the world to me, and I really hope every enjoys these silly little one shots, during this lashton drought...

Warnings: There will be smut and mentions of smut throughout the series! Bottom! Luke and top! Ashton, of course.  DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE GAY STUFF! Also, be sure to like a reblog if you enjoy! 

Be sure to follow me on here and on wattpad and ao3 @ twinkylukey

Here’s the link for ao3 if you prefer to read it there :) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29210262/chapters/71751150

"That's for when we're alone in the break room"

It replayed over in Luke's head a million times— and distracted him from every patient. In fact, it was all the dumb blonde could think about. Ashton was informing one of the mothers about the vaccination their child was about to receive; Luke was supposed to be prepping the needle, but he started daydreaming again and ended up dropping the syringe onto the contaminated floor. This meant that he would have to leave Ashton's side and go all the way to the supply room— which, was much too far away from his dreamy doctor (the supply room was ten feet away from their current location).

The mother gave Luke an odd look, as if she were worried to see someone so dense working in the medical field. Luke couldn't blame her.

Ashton covered for him, "Ah, forgive Nurse Luke, here. He's afraid of needles too," He told the mum and her young son. The little boy looked up at Luke with wide eyes. Luke giggled awkwardly, flashing Ashton a grateful look.

"Yeah, that's true. Adults can be afraid of needles too!" Luke told the little boy. The little boy smiled.

"Just squeeze your mum's hand really tight. That's what I do, Nurse Luke," The boy explained, obviously feeling better about his own fear. Luke could even see his tears drying up.

"But, I don't have anyone's hand to squeeze. My mum's not here," Luke teased, mostly so Ashton would get the subtle hint. He wanted Ashton to hold his hand. He wanted Ashton to hold his hair while he took his cock down his throat.

"Don't worry, Luke. I'm a professional. I've given thousands of shots, so I'm pretty good at it. In fact, if you're ever in need of one, just call me," Ashton winked. Luke stared back, blinking. Did that mean what Luke thought it meant?

He quickly left the room, distracting himself with preparing the new needle.

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This sort of office flirting was beginning to get out of hand.

On a normal Wednesday, Ashton would make comments about Luke's choice of scrubs. He would say things like:

"Oh, that's a nice shade of blue. I really like the pinks scrubs though. It's nice that you take pride in how you look, even if you have to dress professionally for the office"

And Luke would forget how to breathe. It would leave the poor boy so flustered and confused. Him. The master, seductress, twink nurse would forget how to attract men. Perhaps, it was because this particular man was a bit older, and Luke knew he had a full bank account and a palace for a house. Maybe it was how his voice melted like honey or how he always seemed genuinely interested in everything Luke had to say. Either way, it was intoxicating, and it would always lead to fantasies of being taken care of.

Ashton had to be a dom after all. Ashton had to be interested after all. He wouldn't say all those flirty things if he weren't.

And of course, there were the days that kept Luke awake at night.

The blonde nurse would be making his daily iced coffee with way too much cream and sugar, and Ashton would let his hand rest on some part of his body as he reached around him to do the same. Usually, it was just his arm. Sometimes, it would be his shoulder. And then, it was his lower back, and Luke had to bite his lip to keep a moan restrained.

"You know, Lu, you're going to rot your teeth with all that sugar," Ashton smirked, peering over glasses that he had recently started wearing to work (another thing Luke had to look forward to). He had also taken up the habit of calling him Lu. Only close friends and ex-boyfriends called him that. It was different to hear it coming out of Ashton's mouth. It was as if it were meant to be there.

"Yeah, but the cream balances it out. It has like calcium or something. I like cream," Luke giggled, realizing the innuendo. Suddenly, he felt the newly familiar, warm hand over the small of his back. It was dangerously close to his bum. He was glad too because those scrubs were two sizes too small around his curvy waist and barely-there panties. They were (just like him) itching for the older man's attention.

"I don't really take cream...in my coffee," His hand was still firmly placed as he reached for the coffee pot diagonal from the nurse, "No sugar either. I get my sweets elsewhere."

Ashton's fingers burned hot, and for a split second—Luke could feel them beginning to circle. It was if they wanted to grab something. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, biting down hard to conceal a whiny moan that was threatening to escape.

"I, uh, I uh..." Luke flushed, desperate to find words.

"Hmm?" Ashton asked sweetly, as if he were degrading Luke, "Don't tell me that you don't like cream...all in your coffee. You must, considering those tight little scrubs you're wearing and how you basically throw yourself on me. You must be wanting something, huh Lu? Something...extra..."

"What?" Luke's mind hadn't caught up all the way. He was under the impression that he had fallen asleep during his lunch break. He stared at Ashton with big eyes, never wanting him to move his hands off of him. He gulped, finding that he was always fighting the urge to just sink to his knees and beg in the break room again.

"Mm, don't be coy. With your lollipop stealing and your constant glazed-over eyes," Ashton tsked. He ghosted his hand over Luke's hip, "But, I got work to do today, baby. It's real busy. You're gonna be busy too. You can come prove me right some time after work, hmm?"

"Y-Yes," Luke mewled instantly. There was nothing in his life that he had been more sure of.

"Good. I'll text you my address," Ashton smirked, "All you had to do was say, Lu. How do you think you got the job?" He asked rhetorically as he left the room with his coffee.

Luke gasped softly, lingering in the heat that Ashton left in his wake.

He couldn't be so flustered every time they were alone. He had to prove to Ashton that he was the perfect twink for him, and he knew just how he could finally seduce the handsome doctor.

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[reveriesofawriter]

Masterlist

*Bout Damn Time*

All of these are rated T or G unless stated otherwise

Here’s me on ao3: sunsetmagnolia

Malum

Almost Like A Perfect Lie (ao3)

Fake dating fluff. If organic gay pining is unavailable, store-bought is fine: Bollywood Edition

All I Need For Now is You to Save Me (ao3)

Everyone has superpowers that set in when they're kids. Michael's is fire.

Don’t Know If I’m Gonna Make it Out Alive (ao3) (side Lashton)

Secret agent au

Don’t Say Yes (ao3)

Based on Speak Now by Taylor Swift

Quarantine zoom call part 1 Christmas reunion part 2

Airplane prompt

Meteor shower drabble

Pretty Venom drabble

Mashton

dive into the ocean and you'll never drown (ao3)

The face is, again, not quite human. It has the same green tint, long green hair, and yellow eyes that almost glow. It stays there, only barely above the surface. (mermashton part 1)

even mountains crumble into the sea (ao3)

Mermashton part 2, in which there is a near-death experience and also possibly kissing (Michael doesn’t know for sure)

Kitty-verse prompts part 1 part 2 part 3

Red White & Royal Blue-verse (ao3)

The Great Turkey Calamity A National Gay Landmark

NYC romanticization drabble

Get Out Of This Town prompt

The Protect Michael Clifford Club

Cake

A Wish Your Heart Makes (ao3)

Cinderella au feat. nonbinary fairy Michael

Red Riding Hood prompt

Lashton

Trouble Is I Can’t Find A Way (You’re Part of Me) (ao3)

Ashton didn’t know what to make of the thought that Luke was here. In his city. After all the effort he’d put into making sure they were a whole country away from each other for so many years.

Trouble Is (platonic Mashton) prompt

Muke

Extraordinary Magic (ao3) (gen/pre-slash)

Michael walks into an enchanted garden

Mystery 5sos Pairings

You Keep Me Alive (ao3)

Based on The Edge Of Tonight by All Time Low

Pretty Venom In My Veins (ao3)

Choose Your Own Vampire Adventure!

High School Musical AU (5sos, 1d, atl)

(I Feel in My Heart) The Start of Something New

The movie, nearly word for word, featuring Calum as Troy and Luke as Gabriella, and other band members as everyone else, including Jack as Darbus, which was honestly the best decision made here.

Jalex

I’m Jingle Belling and Everyone’s Yelling (ao3)

Alex gets dumped for Santa. Jack gets revenge. Based on Santa Stole My Girlfriend by The Maine

What are you after? Some kind of disaster? (ao3) (side Malum)

5+1 brunch Malum as told by Jalex.

We Dream Impossible Dreams (ao3)

Jalex based on Starlight by Taylor Swift. The night they snuck into a yacht club party...

I can picture it after all these days (ao3)

Post break-up fic based on All Too Well by Taylor Swift. Sad boy hours with happy peppered around.

Remind Me How It Used To Be (ao3)

All Too Well boys: it’s longer now. Alternate title: How You Get the Jack

The more you treat me cruel (ao3)

Based on Fuel to the Fire by The Maine. not happy. beware.

Knock Me Out (hit me with your punch-drunk love) (ao3)

5+1 punches (not as violent as that would lead you to believe but I mean it is still punching) friends to lovers

romancing what might've been (ao3)

Short & sweet prose based on Street Lightning by The Summer Set

if you leave the light on, then I'll leave the light on (ao3) (rated M)

Kissing Alex is as good as playing with fire, and Jack has always liked the smell of smoke.

one more time for second chances (ao3)

I stole a prompt that was initially given to bella. time travel magic, kidfic, probably the best thing I’ve posted as of july 2022

outrun the setting sun (ao3)

Do you wanna go for a drive?

and forget in the morning (ao3)

Clandestine hookup while a party roars downstairs

Rilex

I'm hoping you'll figure it out (ao3)

Idiots to ~enemies~ to idiots to lovers based on Figure It Out by Orla Gartland.

Merrikat

I've been going crazy (I'm stuck in here) (ao3)

3/4 of atl are stuck in an elevator for half an hour and they collectively live tweet it (based on a true story)

can't you look me in the eyes and say (ao3)

Alex thinks Jack’s new bf is a vampire and goes to great lengths to prove it

a time, a place, & a person (ao3)

Public transit crush

OT4

All your exes found me and so beware (ao3)

ATL high school au based on Psycho by Maisie Peters. The same boy cheats on all of them, but Jack has a plan to get revenge.

[kindahoping4forever]

Camping // Ashton Irwin, Luke Hemmings

We received the same prompt request for both Luke and Ashton and @cal-puddies​ thought it would be a fun idea if both stories took place in the same world! Cass asked me to fill the Ash request (because she’s a true friend) while she took on the Luke prompt and then we fit them together. So to clarify - this is not a Lashton fic but essentially an Ashton story (Crystal got a bit carried away, what a surprise) with a Luke epilogue. 

Prompt: "Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” “Yes we can.”

Warnings: Fun, fluffy smut. Slight auditory voyeurism/exhibitionism. Self-indulgent amounts of witty banter with Boyfriend!Ash. Cameo by Sassy!Calum. Afterword starring Horny!Luke.

Word Count: 2,358 

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You stretch yourself across the air mattress and loudly groan. 

You and Ashton had recently discovered your shared love for camping and you were excited he was finally able to convince the rest of the guys to join you on a weekend getaway. Not to mention the fact that they'd be heading out on tour soon and you were looking forward to soaking up all the time you had left with your boyfriend before you had to share him with the world again.

The drive up was nice and the hike wasn't too strenuous but after what seemed like an endless ordeal of surveying the perfect terrain to set up camp and the actual building of your tent (because someone doesn't like to follow instruction manuals and has to figure it out himself), you were excited to relax your muscles and maybe indulge in a short nap.

"You realize we're sharing that, correct?" Ashton teases, zipping your tent shut behind him and crawling over to join you. 

"I'm pretty sure the box said 'queen,' thought that meant it was mine," you shrug, starfishing across the bed even further.

"Fair enough," he grins before climbing on the mattress and then climbing on you, draping his large frame across you to mirror your position.

You giggle and try to push his heavy body off of you, to no avail. "Noooo, you're all sweaty from putting the tent together," your complaint barely audible, muffled by his giant shoulder in your face. "You could've just asked me to move over, no suffocation necessary." You try to nip at his skin to get him to budge but he's got you pinned good and the best you can manage is briefly catching the edge of his tank top between your teeth. 

"Ask her royal highness to share? I would never," he faux gasps, laughing loudly at your struggle. "And I know you like me sweaty, baby, I saw you watching me build our palace." He lifts his face to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at you and finally allows you to push him over to your side.

"I was watching you so intently because I wanted you to hurry up so I could come in and rest," you jab at his side.

"In-TENT-ly," he honks, his giggles increasing in volume. 

Ash's glee is contagious and you find yourself laughing along with him, "You're the worst, oh my god," you wipe tears from your eyes. "I heard Mike say he and Crystal were going to go rest too, you need to keep it together."

"You think they can hear us through the tent?" He asks, still trying to regain his composure. 

"Yes we can," you hear Calum's voice coming through clear as day. "And y'all are annoying as fuck."

"You're just mad because you're still building your tent, ya slowpoke," Ash fires back, cracking himself up and the giggles start up again.

Luke's high-pitched giggle can be heard in the distance, followed by an incredulous "Fuck off, mate, you're not done either!" from Cal. 

You shake your head and playfully shove at Ash. “Fuckin troublemaker,” you tease, quieter now that you know the others can hear you.

“Yeah? I’ll show you trouble, baby,” he smirks, pecking his lips across your neck and face.

“Oh my god, you are in a mood,” you giggle quietly, pushing him away again. “You can show me as much trouble as you want after I take a nap.” You settle in against your pillow and close your eyes. 

“Deal!” He chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple.

You’re stirred from sleep a short time later by the sound of your tent unzipping and open your eyes to see a wet-haired Ashton, clad only in black athletic shorts entering.

“Oh shit, baby, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake ya,” he says apologetically.

You take in the sight of him, sitting on the edge of the mattress, toweling off his hair. He looks good and you can’t deny the sudden desire you have to feel him close to you. You clear your throat casually, “Go for a dip?”

“Oh yeah, lake was real nice,” he enthuses, tossing his towel aside. “Mattress comfy?”

You shrug coyly, “You could come see for yourself.” 

He smiles smugly and crawls up to you, “Oh, you like me again? Thought I was a troublemaker?” He lays down next to you and moves in close.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him so that he’s inches from your face. “Well, who doesn’t like a little trouble?” You nip at his bottom lip. “Love, even?” 

You pull him in, kissing him hard and he instantly deepens it. You’re happy to lay there, enjoying the sounds of nature and the feel of each other; your lazy makeout is unhurried but your shirt and shorts get lost at some point and Ash ends up laying on top of you, in between your legs. 

Ash gently rocks his hips against your clothed center, earning a low moan when you feel how hard he is for you. “Feels like you’re about as ready for me as I am for you,” you muse, rolling your hips against his to illustrate your point.

He groans quietly and reaches down to pull your panties and his shorts off as you fling your bra to the side of the mattress. You gasp as he runs his cock along your folds, even stopping to tease your clit with his tip. Just as you’re about to start whining, he pushes in and you sigh in relief.

“Were you about to tell me to just fuck you already?” He grins and kisses you as he thrusts slowly.

“If you don’t pick up the pace, I still might,” you smirk, biting his lip.

Smiling, he shakes his head at you, lifts your leg up to hook around his waist and swats your ass while he’s at it. He begins pounding into you and taunts, “This better?”

You, of course, are unable to answer with anything but heavy breathing, which only encourages him to fuck you even harder. 

For the next few minutes, the air is still except for the sounds of skin slapping against skin and birds chirping in the distance. You’re digging your nails into Ash’s back and are about to slide a hand down to your clit to speed up your orgasm when a loud clanging and a grumbled “Fuckin hell” shatters the silence.

Ash stills his movements and you both stare at each other. “The fuck was that?” You mouth at your boyfriend, who is buried deep inside you.

“It’s gotta be Cal,” he whispers. “His tent still wasn't up when I got back from the lake.” He stifles a giggle.

“You knew he was out there and you still let me come on to you?” You reach to pinch his arm and accidentally moan at the way your movement drags his cock inside you. 

He snorts as you glare at him. "No one was around when I came in here," he protests softly. "Besides, baby, you were pretty determined to get a piece of me…"

A loud metal THWACK followed by more muttered profanities interrupts Ashton's teasing. Your eyes widen as you hear both Michael and Luke come out of their tents to offer Cal their assistance.

Ash knows better than to laugh at this point but you can see the delight on his face and you have to admit the situation is pretty ridiculous. You clench around his cock just enough to get him to close his eyes from the sensation. 

“You’re balls deep inside of me with all your friends less than 50 feet away and you want to make jokes?” You try to purse your lips in a pout but it ends up more of a smile.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks you sincerely.

You listen to the rustling and light conversation of the guys working outside; they sound fairly preoccupied with what they’re doing. You look up into Ash’s eyes, a beautiful hazel pool currently filled with equal concern and amusement. You think about his hard cock nestled inside you and how close you were to cumming around it. You honestly still feel pretty close. You couldn’t… could you? 

You rotate your hips slowly, causing you both to exhale deeply. Ash raises his eyebrows to you, silently asking for permission and you offer him a passionate kiss in response. He gently begins rocking into you, careful not to move too vigorously, trying to minimize sound. You reach down and start working your clit; you bite your lip to keep from moaning at how instantly good it feels.

It's not long before his pace starts increasing and you can tell he’s nearing his end. “You gonna cum for me, troublemaker?” You can’t help but ask in a hushed tone.

A strangled moan leaves Ash’s throat as he buries his face in your neck and spills into you; hearing him lose control like that sets you off as well and you pant heavily as your orgasm washes over you.

He stays laid on top of you for a few moments as you both catch your breath as quietly as you can. Eventually he kisses you softly, pulls out and grabs his discarded towel from earlier to clean you both up. 

“I can’t believe you still wanted to finish with everyone right there,” he quietly teases. “Do you have a secret exhibitionist kink we’ve yet to explore or are you just that crazy about me?”

“Or maybe you’re just being exhausting and I didn’t know how I was going to get through the rest of the day without releasing some tension?” You taunt with a smirk, sitting up to pull your clothes back on.

He pulls his shorts on and moves to the corner of the tent to dig a clean shirt out of his backpack, pouting at your joke. You crawl up behind him and press light kisses to the tattoo on his neck until he giggles and swats you away.

You unzip the tent and peek your head out. “Coast looks clear,” you shrug, stepping out. “Cal’s tent is done though,” you comment.

“Fuckin finally!” Ash exclaims and pinches your ass as he exits the tent. “Took all goddamn day to finish.”

“Alright, troublemaker, that’s enough.” Cal’s voice appears behind you and you both whip your heads to see him walking behind your tent with an armful of firewood. “Never realized you got so excited about finishing.”

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Luke spent his day getting handsy after getting the tent set up. Which was fine, because you aren’t sure how Ash talked everyone into a camping trip anyways. But he did and you’re here. (You think Luke must have used some alternative actions to get you to agree to it.) 

He’s been especially handsy since he and Mike helped Calum build his tent and they overheard Ash and his girl having sex. Apparently that was exciting for Luke. 

You’re sitting in front of the fire, wrapped in one of Luke’s hoodies. It was a little after 11 and Michael and Crystal had already gone to bed.

Luke leans over, “Hey, wanna go down the lake?” He asks.

“Sure, baby,” you agree, grabbing his hand. He takes a couple drinks from the cooler and when you stop by the tent to get a blanket, he digs in his bag for a minute, retrieving a condom and a flashlight. 

You give him a questioning look but he waits until you get a little ways down the path to respond. “I think it’s already been proven you can hear what’s going on in the tents,” he laughs. 

“I see. So you think I’m gonna fuck you out in the open?” You laugh. 

“A man can hope,” he smirks. 

He hands you the flashlight and lays out the blanket, laying down and holding his arm out for you to lay down with him. “I like when we get to do this,” you murmur, resting your head on his chest. 

“Me too,” he kisses the top of your head and you look up at him for a kiss. It quickly turns into a make out session, and you realize pretty quickly that he wants it to go further. 

He reaches down and grabs your ass, pulling you on top of him. “You want me to ride you in the middle of the forest,” you chuckle. 

“You don’t have to ride me but I didn’t bring you to the middle of nowhere to not get laid,” he smirks. 

You laugh and shake your head, “I hate you.” 

“And that’s why your hand is on my dick right now?” He chuckles. 

“You know I like it when you’re hard for me,” you shrug. 

“I know you like it when I’m hard in you,” he laughs. 

“Yeah, I do like that,” you nod, smiling. 

“Sooo… middle of nowhere, under the stars?” He asks. 

“Yeah… but I gotta leave the hoodie on, it’s cold.” 

You lean up and start kissing him. Luke quickly takes your shorts off and pulls his down. He pulls you on top of him and you roll the condom on and guide him in. “Quick and dirty, the way I like it,” you laugh, starting a rhythm. 

“A little too literal,” he cracks. 

And then it goes quiet. He focuses on touching you and then it’s just moans.

“Fuck, Luke,” you moan and he can tell you’re getting close. 

“That’s it, baby… wanna feel you squeeze around me,” he encourages, bucking his hips up to give you more friction. 

You fall forward, pushing your hands against his chest. “Wanna cum for you,” you pant. 

Your ears perk up as you hear what you think are footsteps. You stop immediately. “Did you hear that?” You ask, eyes going wide. 

“No, baby, I didn’t. C’mon.” He swats your ass. 

“Luke, what if it’s a bear?!” You whisper yell. 

“It’s not a fucking bear! Just cum so I can go the fuck to bed!” Cal yells. “Y’all act like you’re the quietest fuckers on earth,” he groans.

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[clumsyclifford]

25 with lashton? with the song kiss me slowly if that's not too terribly cheesy

at long long last, a kiss me slowly fic :)) thank you for the (untentional) persistence on it also sorry that it’s like, short? and slightly angsty but i hope you like it anyway thank you for all the prompts you are the champion of the clumsyclifford ask box i hope you know

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They fall asleep intertwined, but Ashton knows he can’t stay.

It’s not fair to him to stay, not fair of Luke to expect it; Ashton can’t stay when he feels the way he feels, knowing that Luke doesn’t feel the same. He’ll hold Luke’s hand through the harder nights but he can’t stick around until morning. That would cross a line that they’re not in a place to cross, not like this. Not now, and maybe not ever.

Still, it’s difficult to extricate himself from Luke’s koala-like grasp when he wakes up in the middle of the night, and by the time he’s freed himself he can see Luke’s eyes fluttering open. The clock reads 3:17 AM.

“Whazhuh?” Luke mumbles, voice groggy and thick with sleep.

“It’s okay,” Ashton whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

Luke stares up at him. “Where are you going?”

It’s not a trap, but it feels like one. “Home,” Ashton says. “I’ll, um, see you —”

“I thought —” Luke frowns, and the hurt on his face is clear. “I thought you were staying.”

“I — I can’t,” Ashton says. He swallows. “Sorry.” He makes for the door and hears the rustling of the sheets. Resolute, he doesn’t turn, but as he reaches the bedroom door Luke’s hand closes around his wrist, and he’s jerked to a stop.

“Please stay,” Luke breathes. “Please.”

Ashton stares at him, searching for an answer. The city lights bleed through the window — even at three in the morning there are lights, and it’s like they spend all night waiting to cling to Luke, illuminate his skin, his blue blue eyes. It’s always been easy for Ashton to get caught up in those eyes, but now more than usual, with Luke standing before him, half-lit and half-shadows, begging him not to go.

“Luke, this isn’t fair,” he says weakly. “You know it’s not fair.”

“Please let me try,” Luke says. “Okay, you’re right. I know I’ve been using you for comfort. I know that wasn’t fair. But I really mean it. I want you to stay. I want — I don’t know, but more than this.”

Ashton hardly dares breathe. “Don’t play with me,” he says, and it comes out shaky. “People don’t just change their minds like that.”

“It’s a long time coming,” Luke tells him. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure, but I am now. I’m sure.” He takes a deep breath, and Ashton finds himself doing the same. “I want to give us a shot. You’re so — you’re — fuck.” He looks at his feet, shaking his head and laughing a bit. “I don’t have the words, I guess. Sorry. I wasn’t expecting to say this now.”

“It’s okay,” Ashton says, heart beating thumpthumpthump against his ribs, accelerating by the second. Luke’s still holding his wrist; his skin feels like it’s on fire. “I just need to know you’re being serious, because it’s not, like, a joke to me. It’s okay if you don’t want — me, anything with me, but if you do —”

“I do,” Luke says, and though Ashton is listening carefully, he can’t hear a trace of insincerity. There’s an edge to Luke’s voice, steely determination lacing his words. “I mean, I don’t know what it is, exactly, but I want it. Please give me a chance. I don’t want to fuck up. I don’t want to lose you like this.”

“You won’t lose me.”

“But I won’t really have you. And I want to. I mean it, Ashton.” 

Ashton’s eyes are still trained on the piercing blue of Luke’s. He’s worried if he tears his gaze away he’ll realize this is a dream and abruptly wake up. Luke is holding it steady, though, and Ashton closes his eyes because too much of this will take him apart, so he feels rather than sees when Luke leans in closer, breath hot against Ashton’s face; he feels Luke’s one hand slide down from Ashton’s wrist to his hand, and the other one settle lightly against Ashton’s face. There’s a magnetism pulling him closer to Luke — there always is, but now Ashton succumbs to it, leaning close, holding his breath, and he can’t see Luke, but he can feel when Luke meets him halfway, softly brushing his lips against Ashton’s.

It’s almost too much, and Ashton almost pulls away, mostly because he can’t really believe this is real, and he’s afraid to fall into it too much only to be yanked back to reality. But Luke keeps him close, pressing more firmly into the kiss, and Ashton finally thinks, fuck it. If this is a dream, he might as well make the most of it.

(And he’s starting to believe it’s not.)

The kiss is careful, slow, and Ashton wants to savor every second of it in case it never happens again. He cups Luke’s face in his hands, tilting his head for a better angle, and Luke moves with him, sleep-warm under his fingertips. There’s something almost surreal about it, something really dreamlike, but Ashton’s sure never in his wildest dreams could he imagine a kiss as good as this one, and he knows his subconscious couldn’t invent the feeling of Luke’s mouth on his. Not like this.

Eventually Luke pulls away, and they both stand there, catching their breath, exhales intermingling. Ashton finally opens his eyes, blinking away the image of the skyline through the window in his mind’s eye in favor of looking directly into Luke’s eyes. From this angle, they’re hidden in shadows.

“Please stay,” Luke says quietly. It’s stripped bare; there’s nothing more. All the cards are on the table, and Luke is asking Ashton to stay.

And it should be more complicated than this; Ashton has no idea what this is going to be, and it’s clear Luke doesn’t either, and neither of them have any answers. He shouldn’t agree to something without knowing what he’s agreeing to, and shouldn’t commit to everything it would mean to stay with Luke tonight. 

But he wants it. And Luke wants it. And maybe it can be that simple, if they let it. Maybe they don’t need all the answers right now. Maybe they can take it one answer at a time.

“Okay,” Ashton murmurs, and the shy smile on Luke’s face means that’s the right first answer.

[honeyedlashton]

Thanks for Being a Friend

Words: 2170

Warning: some homophobic comments, and mentions of violence and bullying.

Ship: lashton fluff essentially

A/N: I haven’t written one of these in so long I forgot how to do it. Anyway. I’ve been sitting on this idea that Luke and Ashton met working at the same mall. A lot of it is based off of conversations I’ve had with hemmoangel so I can’t take all the credit. But anyway, this is how I think it went down. This is only for fluff and soft reasons. I’m trying to get back into the swing of little blurbs, so please be kind.

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It wasn’t the first time Ashton had met him. He was sure they’d met before. Maybe when Ashton would only have a half shift at the KFC, and he’d catch a movie after work. He might’ve seen the boy at the consession stand. He’d probably bought popcorn from him. Better yet, he knew he remembered buying gum from him on one of his breaks every now and then. Who else was he supposed to go to when there was only a small sea of food court tables between him and a new pack of peppermint?

No, Ashton was very certain he’d seen him. Certain he’d kept his eyes out for this small, blonde boy—no matter how subconsciously he’d taken a notice. It was enough to remember his name.

“Luke”

That was what his little plastic name tag read. From the first day, to right now it stuck out in his memory. It was white plastic on a blue uniform shirt, Ashton always thought the color looked a little like Luke’s eyes—if a little darker.

Except today those eyes were covered by sunglasses. Little fluorescent green frames with black lenses. A bold fashion statement. The aviator frames took up half of the boy’s face, and his straightened blonde hair covered his forehead. This left only pink heart-shaped lips, a small pixie nose, and a delicate jaw as the only discernible features. But the glasses were the cause of torment from Ashton’s group of friends on this particular evening.

“Will you guys shut up, already?” Ashton huffed back at them as he handed Luke fifteen for their various drinks and snacks. “You’re all being really rude. And you owe me money on top of it.”

The three others in Ashton’s group silenced for a second, then whispered among themselves.

“What did I say? Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “And give me 12 bucks while you’re at it. I’m not made of money, you know...”

Ashton was avoiding looking at Luke as he worked. His cheeks hot with embarrassment. Mostly, he didn’t want Luke thinking that he thought like his asshole friends. “Hey, I like your glasses, man. Don’t worry about it.” He cooed softly when the blonde had came back with their drinks.

Luke let off a wan smile, but nothing like the normal cheery one he would normally wear. “Thanks.”

One of them handed Ashton all 12 bucks, while the rest took the drinks Luke had made them and walked off. Ashton heard “faggot” leave one of his friend’s mouths, and he looked up at Luke instantly. His mouth already poised to apologize.

But the pain he expected on Luke’s face—or the half that wasn’t behind the glasses—had been painted over into a sort of barely noticeable pout. “Have a good show,” he wasn’t sure if Luke’s voice was wobbling or if he’d misheard, but Ashton’s heart broke for him anyway.

“Luke, I’m so sorry about them. I’m not even friends with these assholes.”

“It’s okay,” Luke whispered, busying himself with toweling up a nonexistent puddle on the counter.

“No really, I’m so sorry...here,” Ashton bit his lip and looked between Luke’s pale hands and the other members of his party. “I’ll be right back.”

Luke didn’t seem to care about anything Ashton was saying, but he left anyway. He went to his group. “Which one is the Diet Coke?” He asked them cooly.

One of them handed Ashton one of the paper cups with the blue cinema logo on the outside. Ashton smiled without emotion and mimicked Luke. “Have a good show, assholes.”

He actually reveled their confused faces. And when faced with questions like: “What? Where are you going?” and “You’re not gonna hang with that kid, right?” Ashton only smirked.

“Well, it beats hanging with you losers.” He shrugged and sipped the drink through the straw. “Ugh, this is your Coke Zero, actually.” Ashton traded it and flicked them off as he left, feeling higher than life.

However that came to a halt when he got back to Luke, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere other than behind that counter. Thankfully there weren’t that many people around, and none of them were looking to buy popcorn. “Have you taken your break yet?” He asked softly.

Luke shook his head softly, and Ashton could see the little sliver of a blush under the rim of Luke’s glasses. And then he noticed a single tear clung to his jaw.

“What do you get? Fifteen minutes? It’s dead now, why don’t we go sit for a little bit.”

“I don’t know you,” Luke said softly.

“Mmm,” Ashton nodded. “Alright. I’m Ashton Irwin. I’m sixteen. I work at KFC across the food court, and sometimes I buy gum from you.”

“Oh...” Luke nodded.

“See? Now we’re not complete strangers,” Ashton cooed smoothly. But when Luke didn’t answer, he leaned against the counter. “Look, I don’t associate with them. Or I won’t anymore if that’s their stance on shit.”

After an agonizing second of silence, Luke finally looked up. “Where are we going?”

“Anywhere you want. Any place that calms you down. It’s a big mall.”

“Can we go by the fountain?” Luke whimpered, letting through some of the sadness in his voice that he had so obviously been trying to hide.

“Of course,” Ashton whispered like he were talking to a wounded child.

Luke went through the process of clocking out for his fifteen minute break, and Ashton walked close to him, like he was scared someone else would say something cruel to this boy.

“I recognize you,” Luke said after a minute of silence. “Not only from you getting gum, but sometimes I see you get an ice cream.”

“You must have really good eyesight,” Ashton cooed. “My eyes are shit. I can barely see ten feet ahead of me. Unless I’m buying gum from you, or I’m this close, I can’t see you at all,” he teased to lighten the mood.

Luke smiled softly.

“Want an ice cream?” Ashton bumped shoulders with the smaller boy.

“Uh...” Luke hesitated, “no. No, I’m okay.”

“That’s not very convincing. What flavor do you want?”

“Uh...whatever flavor you’re getting is fine. You really don’t have to.”

“Don’t say that. I want to. It would make you feel better right?”

“Well yeah, but—.”

“Then it’s a necessity,” Ashton purred and ordered two cones of strawberry cheesecake. “This good?”

“Yeah,” Luke nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Ashton sat him down on the edge of the fountain. It had little black fish sculptures shooting water out of their mouths. It gave a nice ambient sound. A nice break from the monotone chatter and mall music.

The small boy ate the Ice cream more readily than he’d accepted it.

“Luke, can I ask you a question?” Luke nodded. “Why the choice to wear the glasses?”

“I...uh...I didn’t really have one,” Luke fidgeted with his ice cream cone, chewing at the edge of the cone making a little satisfying crunches.

“Why? You got a black eye or something?” Ashton was only half joking, but when he saw the corners of Luke’s lips turn down, he knew he’d accidentally stumbled upon the answer. “Oh no...”

Luke’s frown turned more into a grimace. “That word doesn’t really hurt me anymore, but today it kinda got to me,” Luke whispered, and lowered the glasses enough to see a purple line right under Luke’s tearful blue eyes. Or at least the only clear eye Ashton could see. Not the worst black eye he’d ever seen, but definitely couldn’t have been fun to get. Ashton didn’t dare ask what happened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t honestly think you were hiding anything. I swear. I have a really shit coping mechanism where I try to make jokes.”

“It’s fine. You’re the nicest person I’ve talked to today,” Luke said gently. “I don’t know how I can repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Ashton shook his head.

“You’re being so nice to me. Why?”

“Well I don’t like the idea of someone picking on the little guy. Especially when he deserves it the least in the world.”

Luke looked away and Ashton could see the pink in his cheeks. “You don’t know me.”

“I want to...” Ashton smiled softly. “You seem pretty cool. I think you’d make a great friend.”

“You’d probably be the first to think that, I’m not very interesting.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” Ashton shook his head. “I think there’s more to you than you give yourself credit for.”

“Yeah, I’m the fag who gets beaten up,” Luke scoffed.

“Every school’s got one...” Ashton added.

Ashton could tell Luke’s gaze was more pointed when he looked at him this time. “...are you...?”

Ashton shrugged noncommittally. “I don’t think it really matters.”

Luke nodded slowly. “Well I am...your friends were right.”

“They’re not gonna be my friends anymore.” Ashton hummed. “But you are.”

“I am?”

“If you want.”

“Okay,” Luke nodded.

“You can have my number, too,” Ashton offered after a second. “Or like we could be friends on Facebook.”

“You would? I don’t have very good photos up...”

“Neither do I. Mine are all embarrassing,” Ashton smiled softly to ease Luke’s mind.

“Okay. Yeah,” Luke nodded softly, then smiled again. “Yeah, I’ll add you.”

Ashton smiled and took out his phone. “Is it just Luke or Lucas?”

“Just Luke. And Hemmings as the last name.”

Ashton hummed and giggled on his own inner monologue. “What?” Luke looked at him, he could almost hear some anxiousness in his voice.

“Oh nothing, it’s not you. I had an algebra teacher who’s last name was Hemmings.”

“Was her name Liz?” Luke perked up.

“Yeah, is she related to you?” Ashton definitely saw a resemblance.

“Uh-huh! That’s my mum!” Luke grinned.

“Oh,” Ashton cooed and added Luke as a friend. Remembering how kind and firm Mrs. Hemmings was. He imagined she was a good mother if Luke could be out and open. “It’s a small world,” was all he said though.

“Thank you for this, Ashton,” Luke cooed holding up his ice cream cone. “And for uh, I guess taking me out of there. It’s been a really rough day.”

“Hey,” Ashton bumped their shoulders again with a little smile. “I’m just upset it took something like this to make me talk to you in the first place. I think you’re really...sweet.”

Luke looked at his feet, his expression unreadable.

“We should probably get you back. You think you’re gonna be okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Luke stammered, but he seemed confident as he nodded.

Ashton took his extra napkin that was wadded up in his fist and tossed it in the garbage as they walked back, making him look a lot more skilled than he was. “And don’t let anyone call you that. It’s your word. Not theirs.”

“I’m not really gonna stand up for myself. Everyone knows I’m weak.”

“No, you’re not weak. You’re strong enough to be out.”

“It’s not as fun as it sounds.”

“You’ve got me. And maybe a few other friends who are on your side?”

“I’ve got one, but his boyfriend is really mean to me.”

“Well you tell him that an upperclassman is gonna beat him up if he crosses you again,” Ashton cooed.

“Really?”

“If that’s what you need.”

“You’re the nicest person ever...” Luke looked up at him, his voice soft. Ashton blushed for some reason.

“I could say the same for you.”

Luke just smiled with a soft blush.

“Hey, I’ve got a band and a gig on Saturday, I don’t know if you’ve already made plans, but it’d be cool if you came.”

“Okay,” Luke nodded a little. “I’ll have to ask my mum to drive me, but okay.”

Ashton smiled, and sighed in relief. “Good. I’ll send you the details on Facebook...”

“Yeah I’d like that,” Luke nodded, and the moment seemed to linger. Both of them dreading the part where they’d have to leave. At least that’s what Ashton was thinking. “I should uh—.”

“Yeah, yeah you should get back,” Ashton nodded and his cheeks burned a little as he awkwardly stood in the entrance of the cinema. “It wouldn’t look good if I just hung around.”

“No probably not,” Luke giggled softly. Actually giggled. Ashton felt his heart skip, so proud of Luke. So proud of the 15 minutes they’d spent trying to help him feel better.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Ashton cooed. “I’m running low on gum.”

“Tomorrow,” Luke smiled gently.

Ashton nodded and let Luke go back to the concession stand, and Ashton sat outside on the curb trying to make his heart slow down. Was he really so shy? Was he really so nervous to be friends with Luke?

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and among the string of texts from his friends, there was a notification on Facebook.

“Luke Hemmings accepted your friend request” and Ashton breathed a sigh of relief. He’d text him later, for now it was enough that he’d accepted anything at all.

[allsassnoclass]

hiii hazel, would love to see you take on "hi we're neighbors and omg are you alright I could smell (cooking) burning- whoaaa now that's embarrassing? step aside I'll handle this" with Lashton? or anyone with Luke tbh this is a Luke thing to me 💜

alrighty here you go! Luke being a bad cook is something that I try to include in fics as often as possible so this was fun

The hallway smells.

That's not completely unusual, because the apartment complex has a bunch of different people living in close proximity and inevitably some of them will like cooking or use too much air freshener or smoke weed, not to mention that the building itself isn't always scentless, either.  Ashton has been here long enough that he typically barely notices when he gets back from work.

Still, the hallway doesn't usually smell so strongly like burnt food, and he can't typically hear the sounds of someone swearing and fretting over their ruined dish coming from the door across from his.

That apartment belongs to a guy named Luke.  He's devastatingly pretty and owns a dog but otherwise lives alone.  That's the only information Ashton has managed to learn about him in their short time as neighbors, despite how much the first fact intrigues him.

More swearing comes from behind the door, then it's being thrown open, a little bit of smoke vapor trailing into the hallway.

Luke still looks devastatingly pretty, but in a much messier way than usual.  The top half of his hair is pulled back haphazardly in a scrunchy, the rest of it curling frantically around his neck and chin.  There's flour or a similar white substance smeared across his shirt (broad chest!!! Ashton's inner voice says), and something darker is smeared on his forehead.  He has two oven mitts covering his hands, and they need to be washed.

"Oh," Luke says, spotting him.  His face is red, but Ashton can't tell if it's from embarrassment or because he's been leaning over a hot pan or oven for too long.  "Sorry.  I didn't want to set off the smoke alarm.  There's no fire, don't worry."

"I wasn't," Ashton says.  "I could smell the cooking."

Luke laughs bitterly.  "You mean burning."

"What are you making?" he asks.  Luke leans against the doorframe, taking off the oven mitts and frowning at something dried onto them.

"I was trying to make quiche.  I have friends coming over and they keep saying that I can't cook.  I was trying to prove them wrong."

"Wow," Ashton whistles.  "Quiche can be hard.  Don't feel bad about messing it up."

"Okay, but I still have to face them when we eat take out instead of the home-cooked meal I promised."

"Can you make something else?" he asks.  Luke sighs, heavy like it's being dragged up from deep inside him.  He's pouting now, and something about a pretty boy pouting is making Ashton feel a little weak at the knees.

"I could help, if you want.  I'm a great cook."

Luke bites his lip for a moment, chewing at the corner.

"No, you have other stuff to do," he says eventually.

"Not really," Ashton says lightly.  "Seriously, I like cooking, and I'd feel better about the fire alarm if you weren't attempting to do it alone."

Thankfully, the joke makes Luke snort instead of falling flat.  Ashton watches his internal debate play out across his face with bated breath.

"Okay," Luke says.  "Thanks.  I need all the help I can get."

Luke's apartment is a mirror of his own, complete with a cluttered side tables by his futon in the living room.  The biggest difference is that there are dog toys scattered across the floor, squeaking when he accidentally steps on one.  The dog they belong to looks up from where she's laying in the corner, but otherwise makes no other noise or movements.  He wouldn't have even noticed her if her collar hadn't jingled.

"That's Petunia," Luke says.  "Piggy, this is Ashton from across the hall.  Be nice."

Petunia lays back down.  He'd be more offended over being dismissed by a dog if he wasn't fully focused on looking at the pictures Luke has on his walls, trying to spot if a significant other is present.

None of them look particularly romantic.  Interesting.

"How long until your friends arrive?" Ashton asks, following Luke to the kitchen.

"Half an hour.  I can delay them a little if I need to."

"What ingredients do you have?"

"Um, not much," Luke says.  "Cal is a vegetarian, so we can't use any meat."

"Pasta then?" Ashton asks.  "It's relatively easy but will still taste good.  We can add some stuff to the sauce, make it a little heartier."

"Sure," Luke says.  "I might have some garlic toast in the freezer, too."

He opens a cupboard, rifling around and pulling out a box of rotini from behind all the open boxes of cereal.  Ashton takes the opportunity to look at how his shirt stretches over his back, hugging his shoulders and ribs.

"I don't know if I have sauce," Luke says, breaking Ashton's trance.

"That's okay, we can make some.  I have canned crushed tomatoes, then we just throw some spices and garlic and maybe vegetables in there and it'll be fine."

"Sure, whatever you say.  I'm at your mercy here."

Luke leans against the counter, looking up at Ashton from under his eyelashes.  Ashton swallows.

"I'll nose around your spices then get the tomatoes," he says.  "You should put the water to boil."

He takes the time in his own apartment to try to compose himself.  He takes a few deep breaths, then checks his hair in his phone camera to be sure it doesn't look like shit.  He grabs the tomatoes and some mushrooms then heads back to Luke's apartment to be the cooking hero he needs right now.

Luke isn't an awful cook, but it quickly becomes clear that he's inexperienced and easily distracted.  Ashton doesn't exactly want to let him near more knives than necessary, but having him slice half a bell pepper and some mushrooms is safer than asking him to mince the garlic.

"Wow, that smells really good," Luke says, craning his head to see the pan where the garlic is cooking in a little bit of oil.

"Eyes on the knife, Luke," he commands.  "Don't cut off your finger, please."

Luke flushes and resumes his cutting.  Ashton gets a can opener and starts working on the tomatoes.

"So, you cook a lot?" Luke asks.

"Yeah, I guess," Ashton says.  "I used to make dinner for my siblings a lot, and I figure if I have to eat I might as well make things that taste good."

"I'm not good at teaching myself," Luke says.  "Nothing I try works."

"If you ever need a cooking tutor, I'm your guy," he offers.  "My rates are very cheap.  For someone as pretty as you, I'd do it for free."

Something clatters and Ashton considers that maybe he should have waited until Luke wasn't holding a knife to start being forward.  A quick glance over reveals that there's no bloodshed, thankfully.

"I'm sure I could find some way to pay you back," Luke says.  "I have many other talents."

"Oh?  Like what?"

"You'll have to stick around to find out."  Luke winks at him, cocking his hip a little.  Ashton feels a thrill  flourish in his gut.

"Ashton, the water's boiling."

Right, cooking.  Ashton is cooking right now, not only flirting with a cute boy.

The pasta goes in the water with a timer set, the garlic toast goes in the oven, and the vegetables and some basil go in the sauce.  Ashton and Luke move around each other easily except a few moments of contact like the brush of an arm or a hand ghosting over the small of a back, too purposeful to be coincidence.  It sets the hair of Ashton's arms on end.  The fill the time with more conversation, both small talk and a little flirting that Luke picks up and returns.  Ashton is so wrapped up in Luke and their food that the sound of the buzzer makes him jump.

"That'll be Michael and Calum," Luke says right as the timer for the pasta and the one for the sauce go off.

"Buzz them up, I'll take care of this," he says.  He turns off the stove and drains the pasta, putting it back in the pot and tossing the sauce in.  He's taking the garlic toast out of the oven when the door to Luke's apartment opens with a bang.

"Did you set off the smoke alarm?" one of the guys in the doorway says loudly while Petunia trots over to snuffle at their feet.

"Fuck off, Michael," Luke says.  "You're not going to get any if you keep insulting me."

The other man finishes petting Petunia and makes eye contact with Ashton, slapping his companion on the arm.

"Who's your friend, Luke?" he asks.

"This is Ashton," Luke says, coming to stand by him.  "He's going to teach me how to cook."

"Oh,this is Ashton," Michael says.  "Interesting."

"I'm Calum, he's Michael," the other man says.

"Nice to meet you," Ashton says.  "I should get going."

"Woah, wait," Michael says.  "You aren't going to stay for dinner?"

"Well--"

"Stay for dinner!" Calum says.  "Looks like there's enough food.  We've heard about you, but I think we should know Luke's cooking teacher."

He says "cooking teacher" with a waggle of his eyebrows.  Ashton wants to know what Luke could possibly have said about him before today.

"Calum," Luke hisses.

"Stay for dinner, Ashton," Michael says.  Ashton looks at Luke, who smiles slightly.

"Only if you want."

"Do you want me to?" he asks.  Luke smiles again, much too bashful for someone who was so confident while they were cooking, and nods.

"Okay," he says.  Michael and Calum cheer, but Ashton is more focused on how pleased Luke seems, tugging Ashton towards the table with a hand on his arm.

Sitting down to eat, Ashton hopes this is going to be the first of many meals together.

[jacksallys]

hi thank you to @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists for tagging me in this fic writer tag game! i have not actually written a fic in a hot sec but i’m working on some stuff so yes. i have no idea who to tag but if you see this and you post fic then i’m tagging you <3

how many works do you have on ao3?

twenty one! tho i have nine more in my ao3 drafts

what’s your total ao3 word count?

fucking. 103844 what the fuck i only posted my first fic like. a year ago ish why did i spend six months writing 103k of muke fic when i could’ve written a fucking novel

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

two! 5sos & rainbow rowell’s carry on

what are your top five fics by kudos?

1. coffee shop fic (w/ muke)

2. random hair braiding prompt (w/ lashton)

3. the witch fic (w/ muke)

4. fake dating fic (w/ muke)

5. baz & smoking drabble (w/ snowbaz)

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

ok so i try to but also sometimes i put it off when i receive them, and then i forget about them and feel awkward answering them when i remember like five months later but i do read all of them and appreciate them all <3

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i am simply too depressed for angst. some people’s comfort tag is hurt/comfort but i can’t read that w out crying, let alone write it. i guess the end (so far) of what i’ve written of carry on fic is sorta angsty?

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no thankfully not bc i think i’d die inside

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

no! thank u to everyone who does i love that shit when it’s abt fictional characters and not real people but i can’t write it and also i don’t think i want to hfjdkd

have you ever had a fic stolen?

no i don’t think so hfjdks

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but the amount of shit that me and @radiosil3nce come up w could probably be put in a fic 😔

what’s your all time favourite ship?

ok. well. my first favourite ship was scorbus. i was dealing w a LOT of self internalised homophobia and then i started shipping them and realised hey maybe gay people aren’t gross, maybe i’m gay. it’s probably wolfstar, but also i don’t think i’d love wolfstar THAT much if i didn’t love sirius. based off of like, the dynamic alone, merthur. their dynamic’s elite. but wolfstar is my favourite just bc nothing makes me happier than thinking abt sirius black happy, and nothing makes sirius black happier than remus :)

what’s a wip that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

carry on fic but also draft’s wise, starstruck fic & my poly hp au

what are your writing strengths?

according to gigi it’s the fact that i write p good dialogue and am good at making my version of other people’s characters seem in character <3

what are your writing weaknesses?

probably. lack of motivation. and the fact that i can’t read over my own writing w out dying. and self confidence hfjdkdks

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

i’d probably do it! i think i’d just be nervous abt getting stuff wrong bc the only languages i know are english (barely) and french (studied it for five years and i can barely speak it) so. it’s not looking good

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

ok it was either winx with a self insert and a completely mary sue oc that i paired w brandon or a harry potter fic where draco had a sister who was a year younger than him called andromeda bc apparently in this andromeda black wasn’t a thing?? ok. also yes she was a self insert who decided to karate chop harry potter at the train station?? i was like, eight. enemies to lovers stan since ‘03 <3

what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

god quality wise, i think either carry on fic or my witch fic are my best. carry on fic bc it’s the most recent, so ofc it’s gonna be the best bc writing gets better AS you write, so new stuff is always gonna be better than old stuff. i love my witch fic, i got some really nice comments on it and i think it’s one of my best, but also my fake dating fic has a special place in my heart, it’s rlly the only one that i reread