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[danwhobrowses]

I'm not sure how much good this vent will do, I'm not even sure I want to post this vent after my last one, but I'm writing it just so it's out of my head and into words because it seems once again fandom has chosen to send vitriol Ashton Greymoore's way.

What for? They talked to a 'specter' of the primordial titan within them, through their connection to the earth, the natural flow of creation and destruction. They ask what will happen to the world, it responds that it'll endure, they ask what of the people, it responds that the strong will survive and the weak will be remade into something stronger, to which Ashton replies they think they understand. To fandom this means that Ashton is becoming a fascist, that they have a 'Make Exandria Great Again' attitude for wanting the Primordials back, that they need to be beaten up or 'get what's coming to them' in order to change their mind, and I can only sit here and stew and wonder if this hate is really well-founded? Ashton is among my favourite characters in C3, I get frustrated by them at times too but if I think about it a big percentage of my frustrations is more towards people disliking them than me disliking things they do, or Matt setting up scenarios that doesn't do them any favours towards the fandom that hates them. Some of these are knee-jerk reactions of course, but for others it does feel like they have it out for Ashton, and I don't wanna engage with that, which makes it quite lonely when most of the fandom hones in on it.

For the most part I can understand how the whole 'the weak will be remade' bit can be taken badly; it's definitely iffy, but every other plan we have is also very iffy. The Release Predathos option literally involves unleashing an entity that wants to genocide the gods, the Maintain Status Quo option ('option' the status quo imo is impossible, in my mind the Gods can stay but the dynamic will still have to change) maintains a relationship where the gods pick and choose who they feel deserves help, using their power to covet more power, strongarm and demand loyalty, and overall choose fellow gods over mortals when the chips are down and not owning up to it. We should also remember that entities can speak in riddles, 'remade into something stronger' doesn't necessarily mean death; it could mean to adapt and grow, to become strong enough to bear and overcome it as many of the PCs of Critical Role have done with their hardships and trauma. It's worth reminding that the sad truth is that people will die whatever outcome happens - the aim is always to lessen the amount but if the Gods leave it's a power vacuum, if we linger too long it's a Calamity, and if the Gods stay it's a holy war on a more wild and less organized scale - and that Ashton isn't saying they approve of such death, merely that they think they understand. The commune doesn't tell Ashton which way to go; it only tells them that the world will endure, there will be change and it will change people, trees will still grow, the wind will still blow, the waves will still flow along the coasts of the sea, and people will survive. I know the interpretation can differ from people thanks to Matt's patented vague or riddle-mounted choices in phrase, but I also think if it was the Wildmother who told Orym or some other follower that 'nature is a cycle, everything must adapt to change or else it'll die - this world will change, but it will also survive' nobody would be calling Orym a fascist, people would accept it because the Wildmother's domain is nature, and nature is not always kind.

While we're mentioning Orym - and because this is gonna come off as critical I must preface that I like and enjoy All of the Hells, that's not changed - I also gotta call it out here because it does very much feel like the people who hate Ashton hate them for the reasons they love Orym. Both are stubborn, they're diligent in their personal code, they care deeply for their friends and would give their whole being just to keep them safe, they believe in the Hells' power and greatness more than each member does and more than they believe in their own, but Ashton gets the hate mainly because these fans agree more with Orym on the god stuff. What confuses me though is how these same haters can despise Ashton for being consistent but love Braius, the literal Devil Worshipper who secretly is on board with the Chase Away plan only so he can help the Devil rule the world, the compulsive liar. Where's Braius' scrutiny? A world under Asmodeus will be a far worse 'survival of the fittest' scenario, why does Braius get a pass in all this stuff huh? Because he's funny? Seems people ignore the whole morality talk when they're discussing Braius' dedication to Exandrian Satan.

I find it irksome too that even the group seem to criticize Ashton reaching out to Primordials too - as if that wasn't what we wanted them and Fearne to do anyway. They don't dislike the gods simply because they're a 'great entity', it's because they're a great entity that holds power and doesn't use it equally or fairly; they pick and choose who to help, a lot of the time in Ashton's experience for their own self-service, but they won't prioritize mortals over another god no matter who cruel or heinous the god is being, and the following of these gods are so intertwined with politics that most religious motivation also ends up being political. Ashton has no connection to the gods, they reached out and got nothing, an Angel looked at them and made them feel like nothing, but they do have a connection to the Primordials; from the Earth Golem to the Titan Empress they're literally a vessel of, they experienced something significant in their connection to the Earth, so I don't like how that they're almost mocked for having it. In addition, Ashton's behaviour during this commune differs because of that connection, but also because the titans are a natural flow; they don't demand or test or politic or prejudice, and despite being a Great Entity in its own right it never made sure Ashton felt small for their own satisfaction, they asked a question and got an answer, it's the same reason Ashton has disdain for most political leaders but likes and respects Keyleth, Allura, Kima, Pike, and (eventually) Percy despite also being people in power. To call on Orym and the Wildmother as an example again; Orym's an Air Ashari, the Ashari are guardians of the Elemental Planes - made from the Primordials - not tied to a god, but nobody criticizes his connection to the Wildmother despite both not being a follower and his culture being more tethered to Primordials and their descendants. I'm not saying it's all correct for Ashton to want things to go back to how Primordials ruled, but we must remind ourselves also that we only know a story written by victors when it comes to the Schism - a story which could very easily have been altered and edited to make it feel more justified for the Primes and mortals to actively genocide all the Primordials, the native species and creators of this world, and desecrate their remains to make weapons, soul anchors, and cities - the specter didn't say 'fuck em, all mortals should die' after all, if they believe mortals would survive then they must be at the least tolerant of mortal existence. Why is it okay for god followers to say they wanna keep the world with the gods they have a connection to (and I'm not saying they aren't) but Ashton is out of line for wanting to have a world which has something active that they also have a connection to? It seems rather unfair to allow one side to have and the other to have not, picking and choosing because our audience's bias has spent more time with the gods, Ashton wanting something they can connect to doesn't feel all wrong either, the Eidolons still exist with faint worship hiding away so they're not smited by the gods, why can't faith exist so they're not in hiding? I sincerely doubt the Punk Rock that is Ashton is asking for the Primordials to fill the Gods' roles the same way the Gods have been running things either, they want to break the throne remember? There needs to be a balance in ideals and practice of course, and in an ideal world there could even be a more fluid and all-inclusive Exandria where gods and Eidolons live harmoniously with mortals without hierarchy and class systems, I think Ashton could happily live with something like that, they did say the world needs 'a little chaos' to call back to Matt hinting that the current world doesn't have enough.

Which leads us to those wishing violence upon Ashton - and I really don't like that. People who say 'hitting them over the head is the only language they understand' seem to misinterpret Ashton as if everyone around them have been on their hands and knees begging Ashton to reconsider and them ignoring valid points and pulling a Leroy Jenkins. In reality, nobody is actually talking to Ashton about it, a lot of the frustration with Bells Hells right now is that they aren't talking to each other, even about the end goal! Ashton has valid reasons for their thinking, so being violent isn't gonna change their mind; undermining, dehumanizing and trying to effectively bully anyone let alone someone with chronic pain and low self worth will never truly convince them to your way of thinking. All people understand the language of violence, but that language is not used justly, those who truly wish violence upon Ashton don't want it in hopes it'll force Ashton to change their mind, they want it for their own satisfaction of seeing them in pain; so they can further push them away from the rest of the group and go 'that guy's not one of us', make it so the people Ashton calls family after a lifetime of loneliness, confusion and abandonment - the people they promised they won't abandon, and have kept true on that promise even at their lowest - make them feel small and worthless, and force them into box where they can't be themselves, and I hate that people would want to treat them that way. Ashton IS capable of listening; they've stepped back and trusted the other Hells to do their own thing even when it's ridiculous like staging a play where they pretend to be Ludinus to trick Unseelie emissaries into thinking that he attacked them, they listened to the gods even when they didn't have to like they promised they would and despite it being very personal they held themselves back for the benefit of the group, and if the group talked to them calmly where they were all allowed to healthily discuss the pros and cons, the ideals and compromises, and the risk and reward of all plans that have been proposed then they would listen, and they would try - you don't need to slice bread with a broadsword.

Will Ashton 'get what's coming to them'? Maybe, but what is that exactly? We only assume to know the full vision of what Ashton wants to act on. All of Bells Hells are gonna face the consequences of the choice they make on Ruidus - when they finally make one that is - in and out of the world they live in, so won't that apply to everyone? So what for Ashton? do people want Fractures 2.0? Does everything Ashton wants in life have to blow up violently in their face? Family, Closure, their best friend's safety, why does 'what's coming to them' have to be something aggressive and harmful? People change through positive reinforcement and good experiences too! Caduceus Clay would remind you that it's love that makes people. Don't mistake this rant as me wanting Ashton to be exactly as they are now, I too want to see growth from Ashton and we ARE seeing it happen; I see it in small instances where they think twice about rash actions and try not to fly off the handle, when they sit just to listen or understand or to defuse tension, and that when they're going somewhere or doing something they let the group know in advance, those who think Ashton hasn't changed since ep. 1 aren't paying close attention, but that doesn't mean that they don't still have more ground to cover. I believe that Ashton grows the most through kindness; when they're treated like a person and not a blunt instrument or a nuisance, and I hope what's 'coming' for Ashton isn't rejection, bitterness, and isolation, but acceptance, empathy, and for someone - if you know me you'd know who I'd want it to be - to convince them that they are worthy of living, that they're special not because of their powers or blood or because they have died and been put back together again (honestly, it does irk me a little that both Keyleth and Imogen chose that for titles and to brag to the Matron, I know it isn't intended this way but sometimes it feels like saying 'your best defining quality is that you've died a lot') but because while they have every reason to hate everything they still chose to be kind to those who deserve kindness, they have a good heart and they mean well. Are they perfect? No! They're in their 20s very few people irl have their lives together at even twice that age, but I want them to have good things in their life; things that help them feel happy and safe and like they can still feel comfortable in their own skin without having to appear more 'palatable' for people who've already decided that they don't like them. I want them to know that they've always deserved to live and they still deserve it now, I want that not just for Ashton but for all the Hells, and hopefully they'll all live to have it.

And most of all I want the people who hate them to be wrong about Ashton Greymoore, and I want Taliesin to prove them wrong.

[annoyingstupidmiracle]

L.A. Confidential Part 2-l.r.h

CONTAINS SMUT!

Word Count: 1734

I hope you guys enjoy Part 2!

You angled your camera in order to get a better shot of the boys as they absolutely killed their show for the night. They had a gig at some big theater in southern California, and it was sold out. Luke had begged you to come to the show, and you couldn’t ever say no to him. It had been nearly two weeks since the last late night rendezvous between you and Luke, and the tension was almost unbearable. 

Chloe had been up his ass lately, and you’re assuming it was because of the recent article posted about her and a up and coming rapper who was starting to make it big. His publicity was skyrocketing since he had his first number one hit, and hanging out with a new possible love interest was a new spike in attention. You were one of the first to know about it considering you worked in the media most of the time. You had first hand ties with publishers who would often use your pictures for their articles.

His girlfriend was backstage watching from their dressing room instead of out in the crowd as she should be. You cheered as they finished the song ‘Valentine,’ and Luke ended it with beautiful vocals. His sparkling blue eyes searched the front row and finally found you, relief filling his nerves. The lights went dim in the building, and you put it upon yourself to find your way to the backstage door. Once finding the door handle, you let yourself in and saw Chloe sitting on the couch texting on her phone. Probably talking to her new boyfriend. Instead of paying attention to her, you looked over at the guys and grinned. 

“You guys did awesome!”

“Did you get any good pictures of me? I need to set them up on my tinder.” Calum said while reaching out towards your camera. You tugged it away from him and giggled. 

“Fuck off, both you and your tinder.” That comment caused the other three to laugh before walking towards you. 

“You see the article?” Ashton mumbled in your ear before glancing at Luke. You nodded discreetly and narrowed your eyes towards the blonde still sitting on her phone. 

“Do you believe them?”

“Do you?” He questions back. Well that wasn’t very promising.

“So, how about that afterparty?” Calum buts in. Mikey shrugs his shoulder and looks to Luke.

“I’m down, are you down?” Luke shook his head yes, but not before he took his last glance at Chloe.

“Yeah, for sure.” 

At this, Chloe’s head perks up. “Who said anything about an afterparty? We had that party at my friend’s house tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, not able to bear the sound of her voice. “Chlo, this is my band. I’d pick the afterparty over hers any day.” Chloe sighed at his reply before getting up off the couch and stalked over to him. Her arms rested over his shoulders while staring into his eyes. 

“See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says while she leans forward, her lips puckered to kiss his lips. Instead, Luke turns his head to the side causing her lips to peck his cheek. “Alright, you guys ready?” He asked, looking to you.

You nodded. “Of course.”

*

Bodies touched everywhere you looked, it was hot and sweaty in the club. You couldn’t find anybody that you knew anywhere. Your breath caught in your throat as you frantically searched through groups of people in hopes that you’d find one of the boys. Panic sets in once you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Quickly turning around, you notice it’s a random guy. Backing away from him, your back hits a hard body. Their arms reach out to yours to turn you around, and relief automatically rushed through you. Luke stood there with a look that could kill, staring right at the man who touched you. The man raised his hands up in defense before walking away. Luke brought you under his arm and walked towards the exit.

“We’re leaving?” You asked. He stopped before he opened the door. “It’s only been forty-five minutes.”

Guiding you outside, there was a taxi that waited for you to crawl in. Bending down to your ear, he mumbled, “I need to get you alone.” And that was all it took to get you in the back of the taxi as it drove through the city towards his hotel on the outskirts of it all. His hand rested on your inner thigh, gently caressing his fingers along the available skin showing due to the short length of your dress. The city lights cascaded through the window, dimly lighting the features on his face. It almost looked like he wanted to cry, and Luke never cried. 

Naturally, your hand reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, turning his head to look at you. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, waiting on the taxi to slow to a stop in front of his hotel. His hand reached out to grab yours and dragged you to the elevator inside the building. “Lu-”

“You knew about the articles? And the photos?” He asked as soon as you were alone in the elevator. You stared silently at the floor. “(Y/n).”

“Yes.” You said quietly. Without a warning, he paused the elevator from going any farther by pressing the red button. Leaning against the wall, he ran his hands through his hair and tugged at the ends. A bitter laugh falling from his lips. 

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he says, thoughts corralling his brain. “I can’t believe you.”

“Me?” You question with shock. “Why should I tell you anything if all you’re going to do is stay with her?!” Your voice became louder than it has before, surprising him. 

“(Y/n)-”

“No, don’t. I-I do everything for you! But management always comes first, you know, when are you gonna get rid of that piece of shit publicist you got yourself, huh? That’s who’s making your life a living-” Before you could finish, his hands grabbed the sides of your face and pressed his lips to yours. Your first reaction should’ve been to push him away, but you deepened the kiss anyways. He swiftly pushed you against the other side of the elevator, the cold wall sending shivers up your spine. 

“Luke..” You mumbled next to his cheek as his lips traveled down your neck, gently nipping at your skin. “W-We can’t-”

“I just need you right now.” He begged, his voice strangled from the emotions he was feeling earlier. Giving in, you reached down to undo his belt buckle and unbuttoned his suit pants. His hand went down and helped you by sliding his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers. Once he did that, your dress was then hiked up around your waist and panties were pushed to the side.

His hand reached behind your right thigh and tugged it up so that he could keep the crease of your knee in the crease of his arm. You stared between the two of you as he pulled his member out of his boxers and lined up with your entrance. After a few agonizing seconds, he finally entered you, pressing your body further against the wall. A whimper escaped your lips at the feel of him inside you, but a hand slapped over your mouth. 

“People can hear you outside the elevator, doll.” You nodded, attempting to stay quiet as he reached down to grab your other leg, hoisting you up against the wall. He slammed into you constantly, skin slapping against your own. It was hard to stay quiet when all you wanted to do was scream out with pleasure. “Trust me, once I get you in the hotel room, you can scream all you want.”

“Oh god, I-” You reached forward, pulling his face to yours in a heated kiss in order to muffle the sounds of pleasure emitting from you as you came around him. Luke chuckled against your lips, him coming shortly after. 

He gently placed your feet back on the ground, steadying your wobbly form. You yanked your dress back down your legs. Luke buckled his pants back up and smoothed out his shirt and looked at you. Noticing stray hairs sticking out, he placed them back behind your ears and admired how your lips slowly tilted up in a smile as he did so. Leaning over, he pressed the button again and waited for the door to open back up to go to the hotel room.

*

Your naked forms laid tangled in the sheets nearing three in the morning, both huffing from the acts of just moments ago. Not only did you do it in the elevator, but you went back to the room and did it not once, not twice, but three more times before calling it quits for the night. Your head rested on his bare chest as is heaved up and down, your finger tracing lines along his stomach. Your leg was draped over his as you laid there, attempting not to fall asleep.

A buzz from a phone laying on the bedside table broke you two from your haze. Luke reached over and grabbed the phone that was lit up, which happened to be his. A low groan escaped his lips and he scrolled through the few texts he received from no one other than Chloe herself. Apparently, he had sent her a message about the articles he saw earlier that night and she was trying to apologize for them. No excuses were made about why the media made these assumptions, but she was sorry for them. He held down the power button and completely shut down his device and tossed it back on the table. 

“I can’t keep doing this, Lu.” You whispered, almost inaudible. A frown was placed on your face as you said those words. Your feelings for the Aussie had grown dramatically, and the fact that you couldn’t do anything more about it was only hurting you.

He sighed, wrapping an arm around your figure and bringing you closer to his. “I know.”

“Doesn’t it hurt you? That she treats you like this?”

He nodded. “I’m waiting on my publicist to say something. His contract is over in a week, after that, I make my own decisions.”

You leaned up, matching the height of his face with yours. “Good.”

“Then I’ll be all yours.”

You smiled to yourself before kissing his lips gently. “All mine.”

[whiskery-louis]

Game Night

** Hi everyone here is my first imagine in a while and it is pretty long and there will be a part 2!

Synopsis: Luke and you broke up 6 months ago. Ashton invites you over for game night.

Luke Hemmings x reader

Warnings: None

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!!

*not my photo*

“Come on Y/N you have to come see us! We’re traveling across the country just to see you!” Ashton whined through the phone.

“Well I didn’t ask you too Ash. I can’t risk seeing him-”

“He’s not coming, he’s staying here with her. Hell I don’t even think he knows we left.”

You sighed, “Who exactly is ‘we’?”

“Me and Mikey,” you could hear the smile in his voice. You had always been the closest to him and Michael. Not that you and Calum weren’t close, it was just different.

“What about Cal?” you asked.

“He’s staying back so you know who doesn’t get suspicious about the three of us all leaving for a weekend.”

“I don’t know Ash,” you sighed again. “I have work and stuff. Plus I was supposed to see the twins this weekend, and I wanted to go to Target…” you trailed off as you rattled on with excuses.

“Oh please, you know you miss us just as much as we miss you. It’s been six months Y/N, just come hangout for the night. I promise it’s not gonna be anything big. Just you, me, Mike and Crystal. We’ll just do pizza and play some games. Please Y/N, we’re already at the airport and if you don’t come willingly we got your new address from Lacey.”

You mentally cursed your best friend, she knew you specifically didn’t give any of them your new address for this very reason. You were out of excuses and you could hear Ashton’s smirk through the phone. He had you cornered and he knew it.

“Fine. Text me your Airbnb info and I’ll come over tomorrow when I’m done work. But you better be getting the good pizza, and there better be drinks.”

“Yes she’s in!” you heard Mikey yell in the background. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face.

“Bye boys, safe flight.”

You hung up the phone and put your head in your hands. While part of you was very excited to see Ashton and Michael again there was still a part of you that was worried. There was too much history between you and him so of course they all knew about it. They tried not to take sides during the break up but everyone knew he had Calum and you had the other two. It was part of the reason that you had moved back home instead of trying to find a place to stay in L.A.. You could feel the tension that was building between the four of them and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin their friendships or their band. It was all way more important than you. 

You hadn’t really spoken to any of them much other than the casual ‘how are you’ texts here and there. But from him it had been radio silence for six months. Now here you were, five minute after speaking with Ashton and you were already more stressed than you’d be in week. What did you get yourself into?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was nearing 6:15 and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull up to the house, you had been circling the block for almost 20 minutes and every time you were about to stop you told yourself one more lap. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you, you knew it was only Ash, Mike and Crystal and yet just the thought of being around his friends was enough to make you sick. 

“Fuck it,” you muttered, finally pulling into the drive. You grabbed your bag, and although you hated to admit it, you were excited to see your old friends.

You walked up to the door and hesitantly knocked on it. As soon as your knuckles hit the wood you could hear yelling and footsteps running up to the door.

“Y/N!!!” Ashton yelled engulfing you in a massive hug.

“Can’t breathe…”

“Oi sorry, I’ve just missed you lots.” 

“I missed you too.” you grinned at him, wondering what you had been worried about all day. It felt like no time had passed.

“Well let her in the door man,” Michael spoke up from behind.

You smiled as you entered the house and walked over to Mikey hugging him hard.

“It’s been too long,” he muttered as he let you back.

“Well yeah, that kinda happens when there’s a global pandemic and I move across the county.”

You could tell Michael was going to tell you off for moving but Crystal came in the room then and thankfully saved you from talking about him.

She wrapped her arms around you giving you a quick hug, “It’s so good to see you, I’m glad you made it!”

“Me too, though if I didn’t come willingly I knew you’d show up on my doorstep.”

“You got that right,” she laughed, “It took all my energy to keep them in the house all day.”

“Well I appreciate it, I had a lot of work to get through today figuring I’ll still be hungover on Monday from this weekend.”

It was fitting that as soon as I mentioned being hungover we walked into the kitchen to a full stocked bar.

“Man I forgot you guys really go all out for game nights,” you couldn’t help but laugh at some of the fond memories.

“Okay so what game are we playing first?” Ashton asked as he handed you a drink.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two hours later and you really didn’t understand why you were so nervous to come. It was one of the best feelings catching up with your old friends and thankfully they didn’t bring him up once. You were in the middle of an intense game of charades, Crystal and you were kicking the boys asses.

“Alright do you guys want to give up yet? You’re never going to beat us so why not save yourselves the embarrassment.”

They both looked annoyed at how the game was progressing, “Well maybe if Mike could draw anything other than stick figures we would’ve stood a chance.” Ashton grumbled.

“And now you see why I always make sure someone else gets stuck with him,” Crystal laughed as she dodged the pen Michael threw at her.

You all laughed as you cleaned up and you went over to the stack of games, contemplating what you wanted to play next. You guys had made your way through a few different games and a few rounds of drinks and honestly you were exhausted. Since moving back home you didn’t hang out with many people other than Lacey and you forgot how much energy it took to be around people. You were tired but it was the best kind of tired. 

“Can we just watch a movie now? I’m tired of losing,” MIchael whined from the couch.

“That’s exactly what a sore loser would say,” you shot back.

Michael just smiled and shrugged his shoulders looking at you, “At least I know it, but I so call picking the movie.” He picked up the remote and started searching through Netflix looking for a good comedy that everyone would watch.

“Anyone up for another round?” Ashton asked and you nodded following him into the kitchen to help. It was silent as he rummaged through the alcohol looking for something new to drink. You hopped up on the counter waiting to see what he would make.

“So how have you really been?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him, startly by his question and you could see him looking at you intently and knew exactly what he was talking about, or more so who he was talking about.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated what to tell him. “I’ve been fine.” you answered shortly.

He scoffed at your answer, “Come on Y/N, I know you better than that and as relaxed as you seem, there is still a part of you that is on edge. You ghosted us all when you left and it was like we lost a member of our family. So tell me the truth, how are you really?”

His answer startled you, and you blinked to keep the tears at bay. “Ash I really don’t wanna ruin the night and talk about him. Can we just table it for now and go back in there with Mike and Crystal. I really don't wanna bring the mood down.” You stared back at him and there must’ve been something in your eyes because he dropped it. He handed you a drink and the two of you went back into the other room. 

“Hey what were you two talking about?” Crystal asked as you sat next to her on the couch, a knowing look in her eye.

You elbowed her subtly, “Debating if Mikey was gonna pick a shitty movie or not,” you laughed.

“Don’t hate until you see it, it’s a good one you all like.” He pointed to the TV and you saw Shrek was on. “Also you could say thank you I ordered a pizza and it should be here in about 30 minutes.”

“Didn’t you just eat a plate of buffalo chicken dip and mac’n’cheese?”

He shrugged, “If it’s a problem Y/N then you can’t have any.” He stuck his tongue out at you.

You held your hands up in defense “No, no. Just asking, I’m for sure eating that pizza.”

“That’s what I thought,” Michael replied smugly.

You just rolled your eyes at him and sat back to begin the movie. Not even 10 minutes later and there was a knock on the door.

“Y/N since you were so judgy you can go answer the door.”

“Fine, fine. Though you suck at telling time Mikey, this was way less than 30 minutes.”

You got up from the couch and made your way to the door excited that the pizza was here much earlier than anticipated. There was another knock on the door as you were opening it. You froze when you saw who was there. 

Luke.

He must not have been expecting you either because he had a dumbfounded look on his face, and his fist was frozen in mid knock.

“Y/N?” he breathed, his eyes boring into yours.

It was silent and you both just stood there and stared at each other. It had been six months since you had seen him and although there were some noticeable changes he was still the same Luke who broke your heart all those months ago. His arms were larger and his shoulders slightly broader. His hair was longer, his roots growing out which somehow suited him more. He had shaved his quarantine beard but the stubble was growing back. His eyes were the same blue that you fell in love with, but they were missing the usual mischievous glint.

“Luke why are you just-” Calum was caught off walking up behind Luke, his face lighting up when he saw you. “Y/N?! What are you doing here? It’s so good to see you!” He squeezed past Luke and pulled you into a tight embrace.

You had no words as you hugged Cal back, you were still in shock at them being here and you couldn’t take your eyes off Luke,

“What the hell is taking so long?” Ashton came around the corner and froze when he saw the new additions to the party. “Oh you guys are early…” he trailed off.

At his statement you felt the rage building in your veins, you pushed Calum off of you turning to Ashton the anger seeping out of you. “I’m sorry what? They’re what Ashton?”

He looked sheepishly at you, “Surprise?” he shrugged his shoulders, with a slight smile on his face.

You couldn’t believe this. It was all a setup. The whole night was a trick for you to see him again when Ashton knew more than anything that it was the last thing you wanted. You were at a loss for words, as much as you wanted to yell, you didn’t have the energy anymore.

“Look we can explain…”

You held your hand up cutting him off, “Don’t Ashton, just don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I’m leaving.”

You stormed into the other room, to get you things. MIchael was trying to look busy but the guilt was written all over his face. Crystal was sitting next to him with her arms crossed glaring at her fiance, she looked up when you walked in.

“I am so sorry Y/N, I had no idea or I would’ve never let them pull this stunt.”

You gave her a weak smile, “I’m just going to get my things and go.”

Michael turned and looked like he was going to say something, but one look from Crystal silenced him.

“Thanks for the fun while it lasted, but please don’t reach out again,” you heard footsteps behind you and knew the others had followed you into the room. “I thought maybe I could be friends with some of you,” you pointedly looked at Luke, “But if this is the shit you are going to pull them I am out. I’m sorry but I cannot go through this again. I just can’t.”

With that you grabbed your bag and all but ran out of the house. As you sat in your car you were thankful that you didn’t have too much to drink and were able to drive yourself home. The thirty minute drive seemed to take forever. All you wanted was your bed and to be distracted by Netflix. After what felt like an eternity you pulled into your driveway and walked into your house. You threw your bag on the table and couldn't believe the night you had. You knew Ashton and Michael had wanted you to talk to Luke when you first broke up, but that was six months ago. You never thought that they would pull this shit tonight. It was almost more painful this time as you realized you had to cut all of them out of your life and not just Luke. 

You hadn’t expected to see him tonight and it really messed you up. You had spent the last six month erasing him from your life, as much as you could. You put everything he gave you into a box that was hidden in your basement. You tried to throw it away but it felt wrong somehow. He was too big a part of your life to completely get rid of. Lacey once asked you why you didn’t get rid of it all and you knew she thought it meant you still loved him but that wasn’t it. You just couldn’t bear to part with everything that had once brought you so much happiness. You hadn’t opened the box since you moved back home, as you went downstairs to bring it to the kitchen, you knew it was going to hurt more after seeing him tonight, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

You spent over an hour looking through all the memories the two of you had made during your time together and you were a mess sitting on the floor with tears rolling down your face. Maybe it was from the exhaustion that raked your body or the alcohol that was still in your system but you left the contents of the box sprawled over the island and slipped on his old Nirvana shirt before going to your bed and finally falling asleep.

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The next thing you knew you were being jolted awake by a banging on your door. You looked at the clock and groaned when you saw it was only 8:00am. Who the hell would be here so early. Hoping it was just a package you rolled back over and tried to fall back asleep, when the person knocked again.

You signed as you rolled out of bed and trudged downstairs in nothing but the old shirt you fell asleep in. Rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the brightness, you opened the door and had to squint to see who was there.

“Y/N, you uh forgot your phone and I wanted to make sure it got back to you safely.”

You hated that your heart skipped a beat as your name rolled off his lips, your eyes focused on him and the events of last night came back to you instantly.

“Luke.”

[kindofcashton]

𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕  •  chapter 17  (Calum Hood AU)

DESPITE THE STARTLING realization that I might in fact be in love with Calum, I didn’t act any differently.  I didn’t hover or cling to him like annoying, love-struck girls would.  In fact, I was almost more distant, using it as a safety precaution in case he caught on to my intensifying feelings.  One night I casually suggested we sleep apart, even though the thought pained me.  Calum’s reluctance was a comfort, but even still he ended up agreeing.  That was one of the longest nights of my life; I laid for hours just staring at the ceiling, wondering if Calum felt as empty as I did without a warm body laying next to mine.

Things at the house were also just better all around.  With Ashton and Hannah on good terms again, the group was tentatively back together.  I interrogated Hannah for answers on what had happened, if their relationship was slowly reforming.  She dodged most of my tougher questions, insisting that they’d put aside any bad blood for the sake of the group.  I didn’t entirely buy this; something definitely happened, but for whatever reason Hannah wasn’t ready to tell me.  I didn’t demand any more details, seeing as I was withholding plenty myself.  Hannah thought Calum and I were just fooling around, no strings attached.  While that was what was supposed to be going on, my feelings lately had confused things.  By no means was I going to tell a soul what I felt, but even keeping it inside still made the whole thing feel different.  I leaned deeper into Calum’s kisses, I held his gaze longer when he rocked inside of me.  My body was communicating all on its own, and I just hoped Calum didn’t catch on to these subtle changes.

After a particularly hot and passionate night together, I was frantic to go off to work.  Calum’s heady pants still echoed in my ears, the burn of his fingers still lingering on my skin.  As I sat on the edge of the bed lacing up my sneakers, I felt warm lips press into my neck, and goosebumps raised immediately where he kissed me.

“Back for more?” I joked, not looking over my shoulder.  I’d woken up before him to get ready, leaving him peacefully asleep, or so I thought.  He swiveled his body to sit next to mine on the bed, shoulder bumping my own.  Calum was clad only in black athletic shorts, his toned torso on teasing display.

His nose nestled into my neck, making my lashes flutter.  “I can be quick,” he whispered in a sultry tone, and I pushed him away with a snort.

“I think I’ll need more time to recover after what you did last night,” I reminded him, feeling the residual ache between my legs.  Calum left me the sore in the best way possible, and all day I would have a reminder of his body’s wicked tricks.

Calum smirked at me, flopping over onto the mattress with his hand over his abdomen.  He looked beautifully relaxed, jawline framed by the morning light, his eyes drowsy but content.  I’d never seen him so happy, and for a second I wondered if it was more than just the sex that made him feel this way.

“How long’s your shift?” he asked, eyes closing with a yawn.  I grabbed my bag off the floor and shouldered it with a sigh.

“Long,” I said simply, not looking forward to the strenuous hours ahead.  With community college tuition looming, I asked Mack for as many shifts as I could get, just in case I felt tight on money.  I’d rather have more than enough than barely enough, even if it meant working excruciating hours.  

Calum frowned.  “You’re working so much lately.”  There was an edge to his voice, like he disapproved.

I ran a hand through my hair in aggravation.  “What else am I supposed to do?  My life is getting back on track, and that means more bills to pay.”  I tried to stifle the resentment bubbling up inside me; Calum lounged around day in and day out, doing what he wanted when he wanted to.  Week after week he tore open the checks his mother sent, tossing them carelessly onto his desk.  Usually this didn’t come between us, but with my increased schedule I couldn’t help but feel bitter about his lazy routine.

Clearly a similar thought crossed his mind, and his frown deepened.  He didn’t say anything else, instead taking on a guarded expression.  He was so hard to read sometimes, and when I wanted him to open up he just shut down.  I had no idea how he felt about me going back to school; part of me thought he didn’t care, but another part wondered if he felt insecure that I was growing up and making a life for myself while he wasted time doing nothing important.  I wished he would tell me if he felt this way, but of course he never did.  We didn’t talk about anything that wasn’t surface level, which was fine when we were in our peaceful little bubble.

But I had to live in reality, which meant popping that bubble more frequently.  I couldn’t let Calum distract me from my more important goals, and he just had to learn to deal with my busy lifestyle.

As I was tying my hair into a messy ponytail, Calum suddenly asked, “When do you get off?”

“Seven,” I answered.  “It’s a ten-hour shift with only one lunch break.  I might drop dead from exhaustion.”  A second passed, and I chewed my lip as an idea popped into my head.  “Want to get dinner after I’m finished?”

For some reason this caused Calum to lean up, his posture stiff and his expression incredulous.  “What?”

My brows knit together, puzzled at his odd reaction.  “Dinner.  I’ll be starved after my shift, so I thought you could join me.”

His frown turned into a glare.  “Like a date?”  He sounded defensive and mocking, which didn’t help my already exacerbated mood.

“What, we can’t eat a meal together?  Is that against some hook-up rule or something?”  I couldn’t control the annoyance in my voice; why did Calum always have to complicate things?

“I don’t know, dinner just seems like a weird thing to do.”  I had no idea what he meant by ‘weird’, and his unreadable expression didn’t help me figure it out.

“Whatever, Calum,” I refuted.  “Forget I asked.”  I was already late for work and had to catch the bus, so I didn’t bother staying to bicker any longer.  Admittedly, it hurt that he was so against the idea of us spending time together outside of the bedroom.  I’d suggested dinner as more of a friendship thing than anything else; after all, there was a time when the two of us actually liked one another.

I didn’t realize Calum had followed me until I reached the front door, but his arm blocked me from opening it.  He’d thrown on a shirt and shoes, and his lips were pressed together in a thin line.

Fuming, I crossed my arms and demanded he move.  “I’m late for work, Calum.”

“No, you’re late for the bus,” he countered.  “So let me drive you, and that’ll solve the problem.”  For such a considerate offer, he didn’t sound too nice about it.  His scowl seemed permanently etched on as I followed him to his car.

We drove in silence for a few minutes, not even the sound of the radio to alleviate the tension.  Calum’s knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel, and I leaned as far away from him as possible.

Sensing my irritation, he asked, “Are you gonna be pissed at me for the whole day?”  He sounded accusing, which only made me more infuriated.

“No, Calum.  I’m not gonna waste that much time on you.”  Realizing how harsh the words sounded, I backtracked.  “I just thought we could eat some stupid grilled cheese sandwiches together and maybe do something different for a change.  God forbid I want to spend time with you.”

More silence, so I thought the conversation was over.  But then I glanced over and saw an odd look on his face, almost resembling guilt.

“So it’s not a date?” he reiterated, and I let out an enormous sigh.

“I literally just want to eat food, and not do it alone,” I insisted, so beyond done with this conversation.  But Calum seemed satisfied with my answer, and eased up his tight grip on the wheel.

“Okay, so I’ll pick you up.”  He met my eyes as he pulled into a parking spot near the cafe, stopping the car and filling the air with quiet.  I tried desperately to see the thoughts swirling behind his level brown gaze, but it was a hopeless task.  At least he wasn’t hostile anymore.  I sighed again, hoping my annoyance was well communicated so he knew not to pull this shit again.

“I’ll see you later,” I told him before closing the car door.  I stalked towards the coffee shop, grabbing the strap of my bag for support as I refused to look back.

Roger knew something was up the minute I started working.  I moved angrily as I made the coffees, sighing every so often and grimacing rather than smiling at the customers.  It would be a long day.

“Who pissed in your morning coffee?” he joked after a particularly bad exchange with a customer.  The guy had demanded I remake his cappuccino because it “didn’t taste right”, and when my polite apology wasn’t ass-kissing enough for him he accused me of being a miserable, lazy youth.  I seriously contemplated throwing the hot coffee in his face, but reminded myself I was working these stupid shifts for a reason.  My future.

“Just having a bad day, I guess,” I replied vaguely, but this didn’t satisfy Roger.

“Trouble in paradise, eh?  What’s he done now?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how Roger always jumped to my defense, always blaming Calum when things went wrong.  “I told him I was working late and suggested we get dinner, then he flipped out because he thought I meant it as a date.”

This intrigued Roger, who raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise.  “Interesting.  He could be using reverse psychology.  I’ll bet he actually does want to go on a date, but wants you to think that he doesn’t.”  Roger tapped the side of his head.  “Smart cookie.”

I laughed, beginning to wipe down the counters after the first morning rush.  “I’m a psychology major and I still can’t figure out what goes in his mind,” I joked.  “I just thought it would be nice to do something together.  Other than what we always do.”  At my insinuation, Roger giggled like a schoolboy.

“Ah, yes, the sex has reached the boring stage, has it?”

I shook my head firmly.  “No, not at all.  It’s still great, just...”  I exhaled sharply, frustrated with the whole situation.  “I really thought it was just gonna be dinner, but then he had to make it weird.  And he was being weird about me working so much, too.  I don’t know what his problem is lately.”

Roger nodded along to my rant, considering the dilemma.  “Well, that’s obvious at least.  He feels left behind.”

I waved the rag excitedly.  “That’s what I thought!  I mean, he doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing, and I have every idea.  I thought maybe he was jealous or insecure, but he’d definitely rather die than tell me this.”

“He’s a guy like that.  We don’t like feeling inferior, and when we do we totally deal with it the wrong way,” Roger informed me.  “He doesn’t know how to process these complex emotions so he’s shutting them out.”

I smiled.  “You don’t need to tell me twice.  Classic defense mechanisms, disconnection from his feelings...”  I trailed off, suddenly feeling guilty.  I shouldn’t psychoanalyze Calum, not when I knew how much he hated that side of me.  But I couldn’t help it when he was being so difficult.

Resting my elbows on the counter, my smile faded into a worried frown.  “What do I do, Roger?  I thought we were in a good place, but lately it just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

“Don’t give up yet,” Roger suggested.  “Give it a little more time.  But if Calum doesn’t start making some changes, cut him loose.  You’ve got better things to deal with than his emotional immaturity.”  Despite the harsh criticism, I knew Roger was right.  Whatever I felt towards Calum didn’t matter if he was jeopardizing my future, and I couldn’t keep dealing with his detached feelings when it made me so exhausted.

For once I actually dreaded the end of my shift.  I had no idea what mood Calum would be in when he picked me up--or if he would even pick me up at all.  I wouldn’t put it past him to abandon me, especially if he wanted to avoid an uncomfortable conversation.  

I ended up cleaning the whole dining area twice, and even resorted to re-mopping the floor which was practically sparkling already.  Roger played along with this for as long as he could, but even his patience was wearing thin.

“We got off half an hour ago, Scarlett,” he criticized, snatching the mop out of my hand.  “I’m going blind from all the sparkly-clean surfaces inside this cafe.”

I sighed, placing my hands on my hips.  “I know, you’re right.  I just...when I’m nervous I like to fix things and be productive, so cleaning--”

“Yeah, yeah, your fatal flaw is that you care too much and you clean all the time.  I swear, you act like you’re the worst person alive when those are barely flaws.”  Roger’s tone was light, but I couldn’t help but look deeper into his joke.  Did Calum think that I didn’t believe I had any flaws?  Caring too much is barely even a character flaw, but that’s what he threw in my face constantly.  Maybe he thought I put myself on a pedestal above him, and that’s why he felt so insecure.

I decided I would try to be less condescending and more open when it came to Calum’s feelings.  I only hoped he would actually appreciate this effort, and maybe start making some positive changes of his own.

The sun was bleeding into the sky as it set below the horizon, casting a pale orange glow about the earth.  I glanced around outside the cafe, searching for that signature red mustang that always made my heart skip a beat.

Sure enough, it was parked right across the street, and Calum was leaning casually against it.  He looked good; typical black jeans and sneakers with a big red flannel over a band shirt.  My face broke into a surprise smile; I remembered wearing that shirt just a few nights ago.

When I approached, Calum’s brows raised disbelievingly.  “What’s with the face?” he questioned, referring to my dumb grin. 

I shrugged.  “I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t exactly sure if you’d show up.”  It was an honest answer, and I didn’t think lying or placating Calum would help either of us.

His lips twisted into a sardonic smirk.  “Of course I showed up; I would never miss our date.”  He said this with obvious bitter sarcasm, but the crinkles around his eyes softened the delivery.  I rolled my eyes, amused by his stubborn refusal to get over the whole “date” thing.

“I’m starved, where should we go?”  I’d eat just about anything right now, but a grilled cheese sounded particularly mouth-watering.

“Luke says there’s a new diner open by the music shop.  Says it’s more upscale than the truck-stop places we always go to.”

I nodded, pleased with the idea of trying out a new place with Calum.  This felt like something regular friends did, and although Calum and I were definitely out of the ordinary, I enjoyed it nonetheless.

The diner was fairly packed when we got there, but we managed to snag one of the last open booths.  There was no question about what we’d order; as soon as the waitress showed up, we asked for two grilled cheeses.

I sipped my coke and gazed out the window at the bustling city streets.  My muscles relaxed into the cushioned booth as the day’s stress lifted from my shoulders.  Work was taxing, as always, but worth it in the end.  

Neither of us minded the quiet, since we were so used to each other’s presence.  A few times I felt Calum’s knee brush mine under the table, and my lips twitched at this subtle motion.

“Why’d you get out so late?  Mack ask you to stay longer?”  Calum twirled his unopened plastic straw between his fingers, and for a second the movement mesmerized me as I thought about his skilled fingers.

“No, I just wanted to clean the place up.  I didn’t have to stay.”

Calum scoffed lightly, and I worried I said something wrong.  “Always so selfless,” he muttered, but I couldn’t detect if he was joking or not.  “Do you ever do anything wrong?”

The question was rhetorical, but I took the opportunity to open up a little and show Calum that I could be vulnerable.  “Yeah, all the time.  What do you think me lying to everyone was about?”

He frowned, unsatisfied by the answer.  “You lied out of loyalty to a friend, that’s hardly wrong.”

“Okay, then I leech off all of you by living rent-free.  I’m cheap, I’m a cheap-skate.”  I was grasping at straws, anything to show that I didn’t think I was some perfect angel.  And I didn’t.  I knew I was flawed and I hated that Calum thought I wasn’t; that would just set him up to be disappointed when he realized I wasn’t as amazing as he thought.

Calum just rolled his eyes at this attempt.  “You whine about feeling bad every day, that’s hardly being a leech.”

Sitting back with a defeated sigh, I demanded, “Well, what do you want me to say?  I’m showing you everything I do wrong and you’re denying all of it.”

“Because you don’t do anything wrong.  You’re so kind it makes my teeth hurt, and there’s never a doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re genuine.  You’re perfect, Scarlett.”  He said this matter-of-fact, like I was a little kid he was explaining something very simple to.

I ignored the way his final sentence made me feel.  You’re perfect, Scarlett.  Did he really see me that way?  Was I perfect to him?  Or perfect for him?  I hoped it was the latter, and bit my lip to hide my inner turmoil.  Calum danced along a very thin line all the time: the line between what we were now, and what I secretly wanted us to be.  What kind of friend-with-benefits says you’re perfect?  I tried to convince myself he didn’t mean it, that it was supposed to be mocking, but the sincerity in his eyes was telling me otherwise.

Thankfully, the waitress interrupted us with food and gave us both an excuse to change the subject.  As soon as she left, Calum and I collectively cringed; the sandwiches were cut down the middle.

Calum exhaled gravely, shaking his head.  “Gonna have to tell Luke this place isn’t so great after all.  I mean, they really fucked up here.”

I laughed, pretending to push my plate away.  “Get that waitress back here, we’ll set her straight.”  As we both joked over the grilled cheese, any intensity or confusion from before was banished.  The meal was quickly over, and I won the argument for which of us would pay for the food.  While we got up to leave, Calum grumbled about having to take me out again so that he could pay and make us even.

When he said this, I had to hide my blushing smile.

The night wasn’t too cold, and we decided to walk for a little bit before driving home.  Our hands swayed close to one another’s, and I willed Calum to twine his fingers with my own.  But the backs of our palms grazed a few times, and he made no move to change this.

As we passed by a familiar building, I pointed it out to Calum.  “That’s one of the places Hannah and I looked at.  The apartment is actually pretty nice, but there’s god-awful green bathroom tile that makes me nauseous just looking at it.”

Calum smiled vaguely, his expression distant.  “You can’t live there, the location is awful.”

I knitted my brows together.  “It’s right by the coffee shop.”

He shook his head.  “Yeah, but way too far from the house.  We’re never gonna see you guys if you live there.”

I chuckled, looking down at the pavement as we walked.  “I think you just don’t want me to move out,” I concluded.

Calum’s smile tightened.  “Yeah, who else would constantly wear the shirts that are supposed to be mine?”

My shoulder nudged him jokingly as I teased, “Admit it, you love seeing me in your tee shirts.”

He paused in walking, and my grin faded.  Had I been too serious?  Was using the word love a mistake?  Panic welled up in my chest, and I feared I ruined an otherwise perfect evening.

And then all of a sudden his phone began to ring, and I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding.  Saved by the bell, I thought, wondering what would have happened if we weren’t interrupted.

Calum fished through his pocket for his phone, pulling it out and glancing at the screen.  His expression immediately darkened, and my stomach sank upon seeing this.

“Who is it?”  It was a stupid question, because I knew he wouldn’t answer.  Calum squared his shoulders and started walking, leaving me to hurriedly catch up to him.

“No one,” he snapped when I reached him, anticipating my badgering questions.  “Drop it, okay?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but then remembered the promise I’d made to myself earlier.  Don’t be condescending.  So I kept my mouth shut, and instead focused on keeping up with Calum’s long strides.

He glanced at me a few times, surprised I wasn’t trying to get answers out of him.  Once I met his eyes, and saw the deep thought hiding behind his brown orbs.  I wished he’d let me in on what he was thinking, but I settled with not knowing.  

A minute passed, and then his phone chimed, indicating the caller had left a voicemail.  We both tensed, but I didn’t expect him to listen to it.

So I was surprised when he whipped his phone out and brought it to his ear, stopping again to listen to the message.  I stood a few feet from him, keeping enough distance that I couldn’t eavesdrop on the call, even though I was dying to know who it was.

I watched Calum’s face as he listened, taking in the subtle narrowing of his eyes, the lowering of his brow in shock.  His lips parted, and all I wanted to do was kiss away the storm brewing behind his eyes.

The voicemail ended, and Calum shoved his phone back in his pocket.  But this time when he tried to continue walking, I stopped him, stepping in front of his chest and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Calum,” I started gently, lifting my eyes to his.  He avoided my quizzical stare, breathing hard.  “What is it?  What’s wrong?  You can tell me.”

He pushed a hand roughly through his hair, glaring everywhere but at me.  “It’s nothing, Scarlett.  Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not,” I defended.  “But maybe you should since whoever it is makes you feel this angry.”

Finally he turned his angry eyes on me, and I inhaled sharply at the fury I saw there.  “Fine, it was my mother who called.  Satisfied?”  He pushed me aside in order to storm off, and I was too stunned to move for a moment.

But then I jogged to catch up, breathless and confused.  “Your mother?  What did she want?  I thought she only reaches out through the checks.”

Calum looked ready to boil over.  “She does, but apparently she felt the need to call me.”  He appeared to be fighting over his next words, before finally stating, “She wants me to come home for a visit.”

I took a minute to let this information sink in.  Instinctively I was thrilled; his mother reaching out was a promising sign that their fractured relationship could be healed.  But then I considered the ramifications of her request.  She wouldn’t just ask out of the blue if something else wasn’t going on.  And she had to know that Calum wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy when it came to family stuff, so why not go about it delicately, not so sudden and shocking?

I tried in vain to read Calum’s expression, finding nothing but frustration and anger.  It pained me to see him so tense, but I didn’t just want to coddle him, I wanted to help him.

“Why not go?” I proposed softly, trying not to set him off.  “It might be good to see her.”

Calum snickered at this, and I winced.  “You’re shitting me, right?”  He sounded harsh and mocking, and I struggled to hold my ground.

“I know you’re confused and hurting,” I said firmly.  “But you don’t have to take it out on me.  I just want to help you.”

“Of course you do, because I’m your favorite little charity case,” he retaliated.  “Give it a rest, Scarlett.  I don’t need you smothering me.”

Fuming, I folded my arms and didn’t shy away from his steely gaze.  “No, Calum.  You can be an asshole and you can bitch about whatever you want, but don’t you dare take it out on me.  I’m just suggesting you patch up your relationship with your mother, or at least give it a try--”

“What makes you think you know what’s best for me?” he snarled.  “You don’t know me, you have no right to tell me what to do.  We’re not even friends, so why do you care?”

I huffed in disbelief, pressing a hand to my forehead.  “Why do I care?  Maybe because I’m not an emotionless husk who has no idea how to express his feelings!  We’re sleeping together for God’s sake--”

“And that makes us what, a couple?  You think you’re my girlfriend?  We’re not even friends, Scarlett.”  

Each word cut me like a knife, voicing the exact anxieties that had been eating away at me for weeks.  “I know we’re not, which is why I wanted to go to dinner and spend some freaking time together!”  I was embarrassed at how high my voice had gotten, how pathetic I sounded when I was trying to defend myself.

Calum chuckled darkly.  “I don’t want to be friends with you.  You always do this, you always force your way into other people’s problems because you think it involves you when it doesn’t.”  His hard eyes met mine.  “You’re nothing more than a good lay, and I can get that anywhere.”

I tried to remember how to breathe as I watched his figure get smaller and smaller, walking farther and farther away from me.  Each step he took was a stab to my heart, until he was out of view and I was left bleeding alone in the street.

[goodgodbean]

East to West - Calum

Hey guys! It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything for tumblr, but I had a daydream about this and decided to write it! Let me know what you guys think! I hope you enjoy it!

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Masterlist

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Synopsis: Calum gets a drawing done by a psychic of his soulmate and hires a P.I. to try and find her. 

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Pluto - Part 1

The paper used to be thick and heavy, but that was before it was stuffed into back pockets and backpacks. It was textured and crisp before it was folded neatly, thrown crumpled into the trash, then picked out again and flattened. The pencil marks used to be able to be seen below the inked outline, but a gentle touch on the picture for years had worn it away. 

It was Ashton’s idea. A stupid trend he’d seen on Tiktok. He brought it up to Calum jokingly one day when Calum was wistfully watching Ashton with his girlfriend. It was only 30 American dollars to have a supposed Psychic draw Calum’s soulmate. In his defense, he was drunk when he purchased the drawing and payed extra to have the original copy be sent to him. 

As if it was the other person in the room Calum stared at the drawing laying on his coffee table. Some days he swore it blinked back at him when he stared too long. He photocopied the original about 3 hours ago and it sat under the original. 

“You’re looking for this person?”

“yeah - i mean - its a drawing” The man that sat across from Calum nodded his head. Perhaps he spent time with the emotionally unstable often. 

“Do you know anything about her?” The sentence seemed gentler than any spoken previously. God. Did this guy really think Calum was unhinged?

“I got a psychic to draw my supposed soulmate. I don’t know if she even exists -“ Calum looks up to the man. He has dark almost black hair that was long - but not too long. He had brown eyes that were dark - but not too dark. He dressed nicely but nothing exactly stood out about him. Nothing stood out about him at all. His nose was perhaps a little crooked, but it could’ve just been shadows. 

The man smiled. He knew the star must’ve had just too much money on his hands and not enough friends to become so desperate. There wasn’t exactly another explanation to hiring a Private Investigator to investigate a drawing of a woman who might not even exist. The man figured he would try a few recourses, half-ass it, say he couldn’t find the woman, and then collect his substantial cheque. 

The man reaches for the original copy, but Calum quickly intercepted him. “No-no, please. Take this one.” Calum hands him the photocopy. 

The man nods an empty promise and leaves with the photocopy tucked in his back pocket, not unlike how Calum tucks the original. 

Across the nation in a little apartment in New York City, she waters her plants. She presses kisses to her fingertips and then brushes her hands across the leaves of the basil. Her little windowsill garden is a fraction of what she wishes she could have, but it settles her needs for herbs and to keep something alive other than herself and her cat, Mischief. 

Gently she plucks a leaf off the basil plant and chews a little of it. Becca drifts across the dull cement floors to the kitchen, where her pesto was sitting in the food processor. She washes the rest of the leaf off before dropping it into the the mixture. She pinches a little bit more pepper into the mixture and then blends again. 

“Missy! Food!” Becca jiggles the food bucket and portions out some and dumps it into the food bowl. The white and black cat prowls into the kitchen to eat as the landline rings. Becca leaves the food on the table and lifts the phone from the wall hook. 

“Hello?” The problem with the old landline that came with the apartment was that it didn’t come with caller ID.

“Hey! Becca?” A male voice echos across the old line. The voice brings a smile to Becca’s face, and blocking out the noise of Mischief eating and the blender, she responds. 

“Hey Benny! How are you? How’s your mom?” Becca leans against the wall next to the hook and curls her fingers into the cord. 

Benny, on the other side, chuckles, “She’s doing good! Missing her favorite daughter, of course!” The blender stops. 

“You can’t say that Benny! Emily is a great daughter! And - that’s not even counting that I’m not actually related!” The thought of Benny and Emily’s mom makes her smile though. Something about the woman was like the mom she’s never had. When Benny and her broke up, it hurt more to think that his mom wouldn’t be in her life anymore. 

“She’s a brat. But never mind that. I’m calling for a reason.” Benny, who moved to Los Angeles, always seemed to have a reason to call her. It’s become an inside joke to Becca that he just calls to talk because he misses home. When it was announced that Benny was going to move across the country to California, it seemed like a good time to end their relationship. There wasn’t anything exactly wrong with the relationship, but it felt more like a place holder than an epic romance that Becca dreams of.

“Oh?” Becca quirks a brow, even though he couldn’t see her. 

“I made friends with this guy -“ 

“A special friend?” Becca pinches her lips together to try not to laugh. 

“Ha-fucking-ha.” Becca could feel the eye roll through the phone. “No, he’s a private investigator and got hired by this - like singer dude. Or he’s in a band? I’m not too sure.” Benny’s voice begins to fade as he drifts into thought.

“Okay, okay your point?” Becca tries to bring him back to reality. He starts rambling, but Becca becomes distracted as her apartment door handle rattles. Her roommate and good friend basically falls through the door carrying about 15 grocery bags. Mischief spooks and hisses at her when she tumbles in. Becca silently laughs as Charlotte catches her eye and rolls hers. Char makes a big show of glaring at the cat and hissing back at him. Benny is still talking on the line as Becca and Char mouth a short conversation. 

Pointing to the phone, Becca mouths “Benny” in response to Char’s last question. Charlotte nods and begins to bustle around the kitchen. Becca finally tunes back into the phone just time to hear “-and the drawing? It looks just. like. you.”

“What?” 

“I know right! It’s crazy! You might be this guys soulmate! I know we were never really meant to be but…wow. Will you remember me when your famous?” Benny rambles on, Becca hanging onto his metaphorical coat tails, trying to keep up. 

“What?”

“Oh, your in shock! I totally understand,” He sounds sympathetic over the line, “But I haven’t told my friend about you yet. Do you want me to?”

“No-no-no what is going on? I missed it.” Becca watches Char move around the kitchen, putting away groceries. 

He talked slow and over pronounced every word as he explained again what had happened, “This guy- this musician, Calum Hood, hired my friend, the P.I., to find this girl he has a picture of. The guy apparently went to like a psychic to draw a picture of his soulmate. I saw the copy - it looks just like you.”

“Calum Hood has a picture of me?” Becca asks confused. This makes Char pop her head up from behind the fridge to watch Becca on the phone - as if she could listen to what Benny was saying. 

“Yeah -well -not a picture per-say. Its a drawing. By a psychic.” Becca’s mouth drops into an O shape. Her eyes lock with Char’s who is still standing in the open fridge. 

“I’m gonna call you back.” Is all that Becca can manage to say while staring down Char. 

“NO - no. Wait! Do you want me to tell my friend about you? I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to…” Becca could tell over the phone how eager Benny is to say something to his friend. She could feel his excited jitters, sure that Becca is going to say yes. 

“No, not yet. Bye” Becca hangs up the phone in a daze, not waiting for a response, and slowly sits at the kitchen table. 

Char closes the fridge door and sits across from Becca. She leans her elbows on the table and tilts her head before asking, “What was that about?”

“It was Benny.” Becca tries to brush it off. 

“Why was Benny talking about Calum Hood? Thought he was the mildly-depressing-coffee-house music type.” Char pushes on, trying to squeeze the details out of her. 

“No, I’m going to go to bed, I think.” Becca stands and makes her way across the small living area to her bedroom and locks herself inside. 

Charlotte sat at the table staring at the bedroom door and then at the half finished basil pesto and then at the clock that reads 6:00pm.

[caelesjjk]

champagne (a.i. blurb request)

This is a little blurbie I wrote for @sugarcoated-pain by request. It’s cute and a little smutty lol. Hope you enjoy!

You were drunk. God, you were so drunk.

Your sweet boyfriend, who was just as drunk as you was attempting to help you take off your high heeled boots because you couldn’t balance long enough to pull them off yourself. The two of you were giggling uncontrollably, as he attempted to pull the shoes off. He stumbled a few times but finally managed to have you barefoot.

“Did you use lube to get into these things?” Ashton laughed, tossing your boots over by the front door.

“I was sober when I…” a loud hiccup leaves your mouth “…when I put them on, babe.” You laugh and sloppily sit up from the couch to attempt to stand up.

“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” He looks down at you from where he stands, hands in his front pockets and a dimpled grin on his face. The alcohol in your veins was suddenly burning when your eyes met.

“I don’t wanna be cute…wanna be sexy.” You pretend to pout, getting up from the couch on wobbly legs and standing in front of Ash. You run a finger up the buttoned seem of his shirt, thinking of how much you wanted to rip it open.

“You are sexy, my love. The sexiest.” Ashton wobbles a little, his cheeks heating up and turning pink when you touch him.

“I’m not sure I believe you.” Your pull your bottom lip between your teeth and slowly undo one of the buttons on his shirt. Your eye sight blurring a bit when you start to reach for the next one. “God why did we drink so much?” You shake your head with a smile.

“In our defense, the bartender was rather heavy handed with our drinks. Plus, Cal said it was Duke’s birthday.” Ashton says, some curls falling down into his face. Newly dyed black and making you want him even more.

“Did we really use Calum’s dogs birthday as an excuse to get drunk?” You laugh, almost stumbling backwards but steadying yourself with the Ashton’s biceps.

“Steady, angel.” He says quietly, face so close to yours.

“Maybe we should eat something?” You ask, your breathing a bit uneven.

“Mmm, I could definitely eat.” Ashton’s nose brushes yours and his hands finally latch onto your hips. His touch made you want to burst.

“I’m not sure we’re talking about eating the same thing.” You tease, warm hands sliding up the front of his shirt to get to his skin.

“You weren’t talking about that frozen pizza we have in the freezer?” Ashton laughs and you pinch his side, making him laugh even louder until he pulls you flush against him.

“That pizza does sound pretty good right now.” You smile against his mouth when he brings his lips down onto yours. He hums appreciatively at the feel of your mouth.

“Anything for you.” Ashton pecks your lips, not giving you more of the kiss you’d been craving. He grabs your hand and the both of your stumble your way into your kitchen. You whine as he gently pulls you along behind him.

“I want you to kiss me, Ash. I was kidding about the pizza.” You let go of his hand as you enter the kitchen, flopping the top half of your body onto the counter and sprawling across it.

“We should eat first.” He smiles widely, smacking your ass playfully as he walks by to get to the fridge.

“Why are you teasing?” You continued to drunkenly whine with your face pressed against the cool marble of the counter top.

“Did you like that?” He pretended to act as if he didn’t already know, pulling out the drawer of the freezer and grabbing out the frozen pizza.

“Ashton.” You sighed. You watched him turn on the oven, pressing the temp into the settings before turning to look at you again.

“So needy for me tonight, aren’t you baby?” He continued his teasing. “Kind of warm in here, isn’t it?” His wide smile was infectious, but when he undid the rest of the button his shirt and pulled it off his arms, you started to squirm against the counter. Nothing was more beautiful than Ashton Irwin’s body.

“It is, isn’t it?” You stood up, stumbling slightly. You made sure he was watching and then pulled your shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor dramatically. You were not going to let him win this game.

“What are you doing, angel?” Ashton smirked, slowly undoing the buckle of his belt and letting it hang off of his hips. You wanted nothing more than to rush over and fall to your knees in front of him, but you couldn’t, not yet.

“What are you doing?” You raised an eyebrow, attempting to lean against the counter sexily. Your hands slipped briefly, making you look ridiculous. Ashton threw his head back with a laugh. “Shut up, Ash!”

“I’m sorry, baby. You look amazing, I swear.” He continued giggling and you continued blushing.

“I’m thirsty. Do we still have that champagne?” You tried to change the subject, walking over to the fridge and throwing both doors wide open, making some glass clank around inside the shelves.

“You really think we need more alcohol?” Ashton came to stand behind you as you bent over looking for the champagne.

“It’s just champagne, baby. It’s barely alcohol if you ask me.” You brushed him off, finally finding the black bottle behind the orange juice, noting to make mimosas for your hangover tomorrow.

“Suppose a little can’t hurt. Let me help you.” He took the bottle from your hands as you struggled with the cork. You crossed your arms over your chest in a pout.

“I totally loosened that for you.” You said as he popped the cork and handed you back the bottle.

“I know you did, beautiful.” He moved to kiss you, but you dodged his lips. Instead, scooting back and jumping up to sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Just so thirsty.” You sigh with a smile, knowing Ashton is getting frustrated.

“Come on, babe. Don’t do that.” Ashton comes to stand between your legs, and you too willingly let him.

“I don’t think that kiss denial was quite as mean as you taking your shirt off.” You put the bottle to your lips and take a long drink. You were going to be so damn hungover.

“We’ve got about 20 minutes while that pizza cooks, I’d like to make the best of that time if that’s alright with you my love.” His huge hands rest on top of your thighs, itching to inch forward and touch you more.

“Is that a challenge?” You ask.

“Depends…what’s your wager here?” Ashton leans over and attaches his lips to your neck, your eyes rolling to the back of your head almost instantly.

“Just drink this and shut up.” You hand him the bottle and let him start taking a drink, purposely bumping his hand so he spills some from his lips down onto his chest.

“What the fuck, babe?” He giggles, the cutest drunk giggle you’ve ever heard. He goes to wipe it away but you stop his hand.

“I’ll get it.” You wet your lips with your tongue, lowering your head to his chest and flattening your tongue against his skin. You lick a long dramatic stripe over his peck, circling his nipple and making him groan. You lift your eyes to his, trying to appear innocent.

“Was this your plan then?” He smiles lazily, holding the bottle in one hand and using his other to cup the side of your neck, thumb stroking the column of your throat.

“Absolutely was.” You wink, knowing you’ve once again failed to look sexy.

“Lay back.” He steps back slightly, you look at him a moment in all of his shirtless glory, before obeying and lying flat on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge.

“Good girl.” He coos. Ashton lifts himself up onto the counter on his knees. He towers over your body, taking the bottle and pouring a small sip onto your stomach and navel. “Be very still.” He whispers against your skin when his mouth comes down.

His long tongue flicks over the small puddle, making you squirm. His hands come to your hips to hold you still, flattening his tongue and licking up the rest of the sticky champagne. His lips suck at your skin and drag across the goosebumps forming. He moves up slightly, picking up the bottle again and carefully makes a path a droplets between your breasts and up to your neck.

“Oh my god, Ash.” You sigh dreamily when his mouth comes back to your skin. His tongue laps at the bubbly between sucking kisses to the tops of your breasts. His teeth drag lightly over your chest, nipping and leaving small marks in their path.

“Think I can make you cum like this?” He smiles into your neck, pressing wet kisses to your jaw.

“Maybe if you were naked.” You teased, finally letting yourself slide your hands over his shoulders and into his messy hair.

“That can be arranged.” He quickly kisses your lips before jumping down off the counter. You sit up on your elbows to watch him.

Ashton slides his belt out of the loops of his jeans, dropping it to the floor with a clang. You bite down onto your lip as he undoes the button and zipper, knowing for a fact he isn’t wearing any underwear. He pulls the material off his hips, losing his footing slightly when he takes them off over his feet. But you’re far too turned on at this point to make any jokes about his gracefulness. He’s standing completely naked in front of you, running his hands through his hair and smiling at you angelically.

“Get back over here.” You beckon for him to come back, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You toss it and see it land in the sink out of the corner of your eye.

“Yes ma’am.” He stalks back over, eyes trained on your chest and quickly flicking to your lips when he reaches you. Your lips meet his in a fiery, champagne kiss. Tongues slipping into the other mouth in a frenzy.

Ashton’s hands quickly make work of the button and zipper of your jeans. He pulls away from your lips long enough to pull them and your underwear off in one pull. He didn’t want to waste another second getting inside you.

“Is this the first time we’ve fucked in here?” You ask after he’s deposited your jeans and underwear to the floor.

“I’d fuck you in here every day if you want me to.” Ashton breathed against your mouth before capturing it in another kiss. Smiling between kisses, you wrapped your legs around his waist just as he picked you up off the counter. Your back slammed against the cold metal of the fridge in an instant.

“Not messing around anymore, are you baby?” You asked, hands going into his hair.

“Pizza’s almost done.” He says with another wide smile, making you laugh loudly.

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[softforcal]

oh my god hello I've been reading all your stuff lately espc. the HP stuff and I'm so dying over it would you be up for doing a ravenclaw!michael and slytherin!ash with slytherin!reader?

SLYTHERIN ASH X RAVENCLAW MICHAEL X SLYTHERIN READER

-okay so you and Ash have been Slytherin buds since first year

-the two of you are on the Quidditch team together and you’re a force to be reckoned with

-you two are such a great team and everyone knows it but Ashton has never made a move because you’re just best friends

-then you meet Ravenclaw Michael and he’s a fucking cutie

-like, i feel like Slytherins would be the most chill with dating Ravenclaws because they can be super smart and mischievous too

-so you begin hanging out with Ravenclaw Michael and Ashton definitely notices

-one day you and Ash are studying together and Michael comes and sits down with you two and Ashton’s just like “aren’t you the kid who never studies but still aces his tests?”

-yup. thats Ravenclaw Michael for you. super smart but just dicks around 24/7 and never studies but aces everything and everyone hates him for it

-”yeah, i’m Michael.” he introduces himself ”so what are you two studying?”

-Ash is not down for studying help from Michael

-he’s not down for how close Michael is sitting to you

-he’s just. not. down.

-you and Michael chat and laugh together and he actually helps you with your studying?

-he leaves and you turn to Ashton like “he’s actually so chill, like i never would have figured this out without him.” meanwhile Ash hasn’t done any of the homework because he was too busy glaring at Michael the whole time

-you’ve never been that interested in anyone else before so for Ash to have an actual threat? this is not good.

-so Ashton goes to one of his classes and notices Michael and goes and sits next to him and is like “what are your intentions with Y/N?” and Michael laughs because “what the fuck.”

-so they begin talking and Ash is super defensive but Michael is just like “she’s a cool girl.” and then Ash is like “she’s more than cool. she’s a fucking angel.”

-angst

-and then class is about to start and Ashton gets up to go sit in the back but the teacher is just like “no, Irwin, stay seated next to Mr. Clifford today, you might actually pay attention.”

-so Ashton has to sit next to Michael the whole class

-at first he’s kind of pissed about it

-but he starts to warm up to the Ravenclaw next to him

-because Ravenclaw Michael has this really weird sense of humour but it really resonates with Slytherin Ash

-but at the same time, it’s clear they’re both into you

-so Ash is still sort of aggressive about it

-the rest of the week, Ash sees Michael around and he is civil about it but doesn’t purposefully strike up a convo with him

-then Slytherin has a Quidditch game and they whip Gryffindor’s ass

-so the afterparty is going to be lit

-Ashton gets there and finds you with Michael

-there are a few non-Slytherins at the afterparty but it’s not common practice to invite non Slytherins so this is a bit of a slap in the face

-because Ashton was looking forward to having you all to himself as he always does at afterparties

-after parties are always where the two of you get hella rowdy together (there was that one time you grinded for a bit but you both ended up taking a breather because neither of you wanted to fully commit to it or get awkward about it)

-anyways so there’s Michael and Ashton is just like: fuck me, i gotta do something

-so he approaches and is just like, “come dance.”

-and he grabs you, you grab Michael and then you’re all in the makeshift dancing pit

-Ash is an ass man and he’s not about to just do this awkward triangular dancing shit that people sometimes do

-so he spins you around until your back is to his chest and his hands settle on your waist and you laugh, because you two are buds so he’s allowed to pull this type of shit

-and now Michael is in front of you and he’s grinning at the whole thing because Michael is a straight up chiller and he don’t care about Ashton’s weird possessive shit

-you’re having a good time with your boys and then Michael moves closer and leans in to tell you something in your ear because its fucking loud

-”you know Ash is super into you right?” he asks

-when he pulls away with a grin you make a face at him because surely you didn’t hear that correctly, but Ashton’s grip tightening on your waist is like… woah. he totally is

-and you’ve always been into Ashton but assumed he’d make a move if he was into you, but he never did, so hearing that he is into you is a mind fuck

-also because you’re into the Ravenclaw boy in front of you

-but… you’re kinda into both?

-okay so now what?

-and Ashton is already pressed against your back… so… you pull Michael back to your front

-the best sandwich you’ve ever had

-you feel Ash’s breath on your neck and Michael is so close, his lips are inches from your cheek

-and you’re a Slytherin.

-if you were a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff you might pussy out, but nope, you a Slytherin. hiss hiss bitch

-your arms go over Michael’s shoulders, keeping him close while you grind back against Ashton

-yeah, you can feel Ashton is hard

-and it’s a bit of a shock

-but then Michael brushes against your front and he is too

-so like holy shit.

-your heart is racing

-”we should get out of here.” Ashton says

-Michael hears him “fuck, i agree.” he says

-they both look at you

-you know Ashton has a private room because he’s the Slytherin Quidditch captain and Slytherin has a whole favouritism thing.

-”yeah, let’s go.” you say you take your arms away from Michael and Ashton pulls the two of you through the crowd

-a few Slytherins give the three of you an odd look

-but you get up to Ash’s room without anyone actively bothering the three of you, Ashton ushers you both in and closes the door, locking the three of you in

-you’re like fuck this, im a Slytherin so you push Michael against the wall and start kissing him while Ash comes up behind you again and moves your hair, lips attacking your neck

-Ashton is pressing against you pressing against Michael so it’s two snakes keeping a Ravenclaw pressed against a wall

-Ashton is definitely sucking some marks into your neck and the close proximity to both is driving you wild

-you begin to try to take off Michael’s shirt but he stops your hands, “you’re not in charge here Kitten.” he states

-Ashton practically groans from behind you and you realize, you and Ash might be the Slytherins here, but that in no way means that you are going to be one of the ones with the power

-Ashton lets up and then the two of them are backing you onto the bed

-in that moment, looking at Michael and Ashton, you realize that despite their differences, they can work together

-but they still have a competing mentality, that much is obvious when they both try to pull you to the end of the bed and then look at each other

-and of course these two assholes arent about to actually use words to declare who is doing what

-and they both want to be the main dom

-finally Michael gives in and gets on the bed next to you, pulling up your shirt and muttering “like tits better anyways.” while Ashton pulls off your pants and panties

-you don’t know who to focus on, Michael with his lips on your chest or Ashton between your legs

-but damn, these boys are good at what they’re doing

-a super strong orgasm and as you’re coming down and they’re taking off their clothes, Michael is just like “socks are good for orgasms.” and Ashton is just like “of fucking course you’d know that.” “im a Ravenclaw you dick, i know a lot about sex.” “thought all Ravenclaws were virgins.” “pfff fuck you.”

-”so how are we doing this?” Ashton asks you as he pulls off his shirt

-basically he’s asking if you’re DPing or Spit Roasting. fam. please know what these are. but maybe don’t look them up if you don’t.

-im lame today so i’m just going to say choose your preference

-if you choose DP, Ash is the ass guy fam. its canon.

-but if you choose the Spit-roasting… well, turns, but Ashton goes second if you know what i mean.

-god why am i so awkward today

-anyways.

-so the three of you are lying there after and Ashton actually starts talking to Michael and they actually are being civil

-being so confused

-”so what is this?” you finally ask

-”what do you want it to be?” Michael retorts

-”i mean, it would suck if this is just a one time thing.” you answer, stretching your body out and groaning as one of Ash’s hands goes to rest on your stomach as he turns to look at you

-”doesn’t have to be a one time thing.” he says

-”definitely not.” Michael says as he gets up and moves between your legs again, holding your hips down

-round two is just as good as round one, better even

-they are both power doms

-but they stay out of each others way

-and Michael has super kinky ideas on how to achieve optimal pleasure

-maybe having a kinky Ravenclaw in bed isn’t the worst thing

-Ash is shook at some of his suggestions actually working

-life continues and the three of you hang out a lot

-but there is still this weird competitiveness

-like both of them want their hands on your thighs when you’re all studying

-lots of sex in Ashton’s room

-people are so confused to see Michael around the Slytherin common room so much

-especially with you and Ash

-after a really intense fuck marathon you’re all lying down and you’re just like “are you both my boyfriend?”

-”yes?” Michael answers, you both look to Ashton who is just like “fuck it. yeah. we’re dating.”

-i feel like this is one where they’re both dating and sharing you but they are not interested in each other

-like they can stand each other but other than that its kinda meh

-and then one day someone says something bitchy about Michael and Ashton snaps

-you are super shook because you did not expect him to be protective of Michael at all

-but he is

-Michael teases Ashton about it and Ashton is just like “fine, i won’t stand up for you next time.”

-but of course, a week later the same thing happens and Ash once again stands up for Michael

-he just can’t help it.

-Michael is more openly soft on Ashton but everyone knows Ash is soft on him too

-this is just cute.

-like Mashton hasn’t been a ship i’ve ever paid much attention to. but this was fun

[choicesatnight]

Lie to me

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: James Ashton x Vivian (MC)

Rating: NSFW n stuff…

Word count: 2,480 words

My disclaimer: This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N: * is a separator due to scene change, use of Daddy. My pc is broken. This is my first time posting from my phone (a full story). Don't judge me too harshly lol.

[[MORE]]

"Make a right into the lot at the next light"

"Viv, is this the ONLY place that had formula?"

"The kind we give to Logan, yes. You know your parents will give him any formula but that ain't gonna work"

0he makes a right into the lot and cruises while looking for a place to park.

"Okay, why does he need to have this one?"

He passes a few empty spots while mumbling "can't park there" under his breath.

"Babe. Pay attention to our baby's diet. This formula is the next best to breast milk which I'm not producing so he needs it and why don't you just park!?"

"We need to park in the shade or else the leather upholstery will burn us."

"But do you have to park in the next continent?"

"Your body will thank me when we return to the car and it's cool "

"But will my legs thank you for the marathon I gotta run to get to the entrance of the store?"

He parks in front of another store.

"Right in front of the store and in the shade. Perfect."

"This is not the store, sweetie. It's one store over"

"Oh. Well, the walk isn't bad Mrs. Ashton, I'll carry you." Before she can protest, he swoops her up carrying her bridal style "When we get our honeymoon, this will lead to the bed."

"IF you can resist me that long." She leans to kiss him and he sets her down once they've made it into the store.

She grabs a cart, "Okay. Aisle 14."

"Do we need anything else?"

"Well, you ate all the mandarin oranges so why don't you go grab some while I get Logan's formula? Meet me at check out seven."

"Okay." James walks off to produce while Vivian goes to aisle 14. She claims every bit of Logan's formula before heading to the checkout where James is already standing.

"Damn baby, did you clean out the supply?" James jokes when seeing all the cans of formula in the cart.

"Actually, yes. Are we going to your parents or the real estate thing first?"

"We're going to see a house. Then we'll drop the formula to my parents.'

"Okay. There were only 30 cans of formula, so I got em all "

"Your total is 812.00"

"Anything for my son" as he hands the cashier his card. He pays and they walk back to the car.

**

"This place is so nice James."

"You like it?"

"Oh my gosh, babe. It's perfect. It's so spacious.”

"Good. I already bought it. I just needed you to look at it."

"This is our house!? I love you so much. How'd you know I would like it?"

"I love you too and I know my wife."

She looks around, "Where’s the agent?"

"She doesn't need to be here." He dangles a key from his hand, "I have a key."

"Is that so?" She removes her jacket, placing it along with her purse on a table as she walks toward him.

"You know your wife, huh? What does your wife want now?"

"She wants the kind of kiss she can only get from her husband." He doesn't have to pull her too much closer before his lips meet hers turning into a deeper kiss.

"Okay. That was a good kiss. What else does your wife want?"

He picks her up, "She wants to be carried to this table. She wants less talk and more action." He climbs on top of her on the table and leans to kiss her stomach up as he removes her dress.

"Your wife likes this..."

"Told you, I know my wife." He loosens the hinges of her bra and throws it over before he uses his tongue to awaken her nipple. Circling the areola until it stiffens then licking it up and down over and over while rubbing the other nipple.

"That feels so good, babe" she moans as he closes his mouth to suck her nipple getting her to moan louder. She attempts to get his pants off but his tongue feels so good on her nipple, she lacks the strength and focus it takes to unbutton them. Realizing what she's trying to do, he undoes his pants when switching nipples. This time he nibbles gently, letting her feel his teeth softly. Teasing her nipple, leaving her begging to be bitten.

"Daddy, please. No teasing." He starts to lick her nipple while reaching to remove her panties. Vivian never fails to wear a dress, making it easier for him to reach her core. He sticks a finger in her while continuing to lick her nipple.

"What do you want Daddy to do?" He removes his finger from her pussy to put it in his mouth "Taste you?" He knows exactly what she wants him to do but she loses her thought when he does that. "Anything, babe, anything. " he only smiles and returns to her nipple. He may have confused her but he still knows she wants her nipple bitten. Once he bites down, she screams calling out to him "DADDY" and she instinctively arches her back, smashing her tit to smother his face. He takes that moment to smash her breasts together as her back settles down to the table, he puts both nipples in his mouth at once. Sucking on them intensely,

"Babe." She only wants to moan. He has to know how amazing this feels, though she speaks up. "Babe, I'm gonna cum just from this." He's pleased to hear this and bites dollwn on both nipples as she moans his name. Already had removed her panties, James gets off the table pulling her to the edge and pushing her legs up. On his knees in front of the table, he licks her lips. "Mmmm you're definitely ready for me." He licks again, tongue touching her clit. "Your pussy is so wet for Daddy." He inserts a finger while maneuvering his tongue all over pussy "So perfect." He licks her up and down, before kissing her slit inserting a little more tongue each time. He stands up completely bottomless. "Another part of me misses the warmth of being inside of you." His dick is hard, pointed exactly where it needs to be and he wastes no more time pushing himself into her.

"Feels like home. This is the pussy I need."

"Daddy it's yours. Forever. Just fuck me."

He starts thrusting and she starts moaning.

"Yes! Yes! This is the dick I need James don't stop!" It's the first time they've had intercourse since they've been apart and James wants her permanently smiling.

He slows down his stroke, thrusting at a medium speed allowing her to feel every entrance and exit.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum"

He starts thrusting faster

"Me too. Whose pussy is this?"

"Daddy it's yours."

He thrust with more powerful momentum as if his pelvis is smacking against hers.

"I don't believe you. Tell me again."

"DADDY THIS PUSSY IS YOURS" she screams and while still inside her, he leans to kiss her lips.

"That was worth the wait babe."

"We still have a honeymoon to have. Imagine sex then." He backs out of her and helps her off the table

"I needed your pussy. Damn you're amazing."

"You never had sex with Comfort?"

It's the only time Vivian has ever called Comfort by name

"Baby don't talk about that girl. Let's get dressed so we can get to my parents."

"Okay..."

**

Ppp

"This is a lot of formula." Mrs. Ashton looks at the cans as James stacks them in the cabinet.

"I know it looks like a lot but it's all he's eating right now. This brand is hard to come by so we purchased every can available. "

"Okay. I understand. Are you two ready for trial tomorrow?"

"I think so. Its the day of defense so it should go pretty smoothly." After spending time with Vivian and Logan, Mr. Ashton enters the kitchen

"Vivian says you bought a house?"

"Yes. Three bedrooms in Lakewood. "

"What happened to the home in Palos Verdes?"

James still hasn't told his parents that he and Vivian ever broke up and he has no intention on doing so.

"Someone else got to it before us."

"Really? Wasn't that house somewhere around a million dollars?" His father doesn't believe him.

"Darling, if James says it wasn't available then it wasn't available. " his mother speaks up.

"Thanks, mom. Excuse me while I go see my son and wife. "

James walks into Logan's room where Vivian sits in a rocking chair holding him.

"Is he awake?"

"Just for his dad", she hands him to James.

James lowers his voice to a near whisper

"Hey, little buddy." He cradles Logan, lightly bouncing while holding him. "This is your dad. I just wanted to say Goodnight okay? I love you " he places Logan in the bassinet and looks to Vivian.

"We gotta go, baby. We need to get to sleep."

"Oh yeah...the trial." She takes a deep sigh "alright " they tell James parents goodbye and leave

**

THE PEOPLE V. BLACK MAMBA DAY 3

THE DEFENSE

The second hour of court

...

"Your honor I'd like to call our professional veterinarian to the stand. Dr. Moya Aven"

Dr. Aven walks to the stand and after being sworn in, takes a seat.

"Dr. Aven, how does someone get in possession of Black Mamba venom"?"

"Oh, you most certainly have to work in the field."

"What field are you referring to?"

"Various. You could be a veterinarian such as myself or even Ummm what do they call it? A snake milker or something "

"A veterinarian or a snake milker?"

"Yes"

"Is there any other way to obtain the venom"

"Sure if you're brave enough to fly to Africa and collect the venom directly from the snake."

"Are there any back Mambas here?"

"In our county? Oh, no. Not even in our state. You know what, not even in our country!"

"Dr. Aven, do you recognize Mrs. Ashton as a client or otherwise?"

"No"

"No further questions your honor"

Michael returns to his table beside Vivian when the judge speaks up

"Does the prosecution wish to question the witness?"

"Yes, your honor" the prosecutor stands in front of the doctor.

"Dr. Aven, do you have Black mamba venom at your practice?"

"Given the liberty of the case, should I answer this question, your honor?"

"Yes, you may proceed to answer " the judge informs her.

"Technically yes. The venom of the snake is always a part of the anti-venom. I have anti-venom. "

"Do you have pure venom?"

"No."

"Thank you, Dr. Aven. No further questions. "

Michael steps forward again.

"Your honor I call my final witness to the stand, Vivian Ashton." The people of the court murmur causing the judge to hit his gavel "Order in the court. " Vivian is sworn in.

"Mrs. Ashton, did you poison Reyna Mercado?"

"No"

"But she was poisoned the day you took her out?"

"Yes. The barista on staff that day was fired for using non-coffee ingredients but he hasn't been investigated at all."

"Did you witness her death?"

"Yes, and I stayed with her until she was officially pronounced. "

"How long until the police questioned you?"

"The next day"

"What happened?"

"They found an atomizer in my purse. They called it an empty vial of poison and deemed me guilty. My husband paid my bail."

"Okay. Do you have any pets?"

"No."

"Have you ever had a pet?"

"No"

"Thank you, Mrs. Ashton, no further questions though I'm sure prosecution has some questions.

"Prosecution?" the judge looks in their direction.

"Yes. Yes. Mrs. Ashton. I understand your mention of the barista. But why is Reyna the only one who died?"

"Objection your honor. The defendant would have to be a medical professional to answer that question.

"Objection sustained. Next question. "

"Mrs. Ashton, why were you always seen in the area when your husband was at the cafe with someone else?"

"We were living separately at the time though not far from one another. We still lived in the same neighborhood. It was merely a coincidence. "

"And your behavior toward Ms. Greene?"

James' fists clench and brows furrow, hoping Vivian will not respond sarcastically as she usually does about Comfort.

"I have no excuse for it. I don't know her well enough to have an opinion about her.

"Okay Mrs. Ashton, no further questions."

"Okay. Let's get to closing arguments.

Michael stands forward addressing the jury,

"People of the jury, the death of Reyna Mercado was tragic and is a great loss, the proper way to ease her loved ones and avenge her murder is to convict the right person. The fact is that Reyna was poisoned with black mamba venom. A deadly snake that isn't even available in the U.S. why would Mrs. Ashton, a mother, wife and new homeowner risk her life in flying to Africa to get this venom? She wouldn't. Use your common sense. Please do not convict. Defense rests." Michael takes his seat and the court remains silent as the prosecutor calls attention to himself,

"Jury. All you have to do is use your logic. The defendant has no alibi. She watched the girl die because she's the one who killed her. She mentioned the barista who got fired but she didn't mention that no one else died. Only Reyna. As I stated before, Ms. Mercado was good friends with Mr. Ashton and she wrongfully assumed she had a friend in Mrs. Ashton. Please don't let her death be in vain by convicting Vivian Ashton of murder Prosecution rest."

"Great. Two solid arguments. I'll give the jury time to deliberate and we can get outta here.”

10 minutes later

“We have a verdict.”)

The judge looks pleasantly surprised "That quick!? Okay. Let's hear it."

The foreman stands.

"In the case of the people versus the black mamba, We the jury find the defendant Vivian Ashton not guilty on all counts."

The court is the noisiest it's been the whole trial. The judge bangs his gavel to call order in the court.

"Mrs. Ashton, go home and raise that baby with your husband. Be a family and don't end up back in court. Court is adjourned"

Michael goes to shake the hand of the prosecutor, but the prosecutor rushes out. Comfort yells, "The jury got it wrong. You're married to a murderer. " and leaves without waiting for a response. "Michael! You did it! And babe! I'm free!"

"Of course we did it. I'm good at my job." Michael confidently boasts as James wraps his arms around her "I never understood why you were so worried. You're innocent."

“SO innocent!” Vivian smiles as she grabs James hand.

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Heavy Rotation Part 3

Hey guys! I know it’s been a minute since I posted a new part, but here it is! 

Part 1 

Part 2

Warnings: Mild drug and alcohol usage, cussing.. that’s about it. lol. 

Best Friends to Lovers- original character + Ashton

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My first autumn in Los Angeles came and went. Seasons are weird here, since the weather barely changes. The air outside is getting slightly cooler, but nothing like back home, and I admittedly missed having a white Christmas. Though I could definitely get used to 60 degree Decembers.

Our whole group has been excited about the epic New Year's Eve party we plan to hold at our apartment. That afternoon, Ashton, Calum, Georgia and I make a supply run for the party. This proves to be quite an adventure in which we lose Cal for almost thirty minutes. After over an hour at the grocery store, we load Ash’s car full of booze, snacks and some other random shit nobody needs.

Within a few hours, our apartment is filled well past capacity mostly with people I have never seen before. Georgia and I had agreed that even though we were technically staying in for New Years Eve, we wanted to get all dressed up anyway. I can’t resist any excuse to wear sparkles, so I’m in a skin tight little black sequin dress, and I’m looking smoking hot if I do say so myself. My stupid brain can’t help but wonder what Ashton is going to think of my in this. As I wade through the waves of strangers, I get my answer. There is a split second when Ash first sees me that his eyes basically pop out of his head. I can’t help but smirk.

“Damn girl, look at you!” Georgia is standing and talking with Ash and Calum.

“NO, look at YOU!” I reply, grabbing her hand and leading her into spin to show off the sexy little green number she is wearing. I notice Ashton is still staring so I decide to bring this back to reality. “Hey Ash, where’s Camille tonight?”

His eyes focus on my face now. “Out of town for work.”

“Aw, bummer.” I say, trying with everything I have to hide my sarcasm. Georgia and I exchange a quick look. The party is a huge hit. There’s a million people here and everyone is having a blast. At some point, we decide to set up beer pong downstairs in the warehouse space where the band practices. Ash and I are on a team and we completely annihilate EVERYONE. We are seriously unstoppable. After eleven matches of no one being able to beat us, we run out of people willing to go up against us and decide to head back upstairs.

Ashton and I have spent the whole night side by side. It’s really nice, actually, without having his girlfriend hovering around making sure I don’t get too close to him. Aside from kicking ass at beer pong, we’ve just been talking about anything and everything. We could talk for hours, and we do. A little voice in the back of my mind is throwing up all the warning signs that I have entered dangerous territory, but I ignore it.  

We are standing in the kitchen getting more drinks when Georgia walks over with a mildly concerned yet amused look on her face.“Hey guys… do either of you have any idea how a live penguin got in the hall bathroom?!”

Ashton happened to be taking a sip of beer at that exact moment, and spews it everywhere.

“Personally, I’m not even surprised. And I’m definitely about to go take a selfie with it. But no, I have no idea where it came from.” I reply, grabbing Ashton by the arm and dragging him to the bathroom to meet our new friend. We both agree that this little guy is too cool (haha get it?) to get rid of and accept him as a welcome guest of the party, and also, someone else’s problem.

After the penguin excitement wears off, we head back to the living room. Someone has turned the TV on and apparently the countdown to midnight has now begun. Ashton and I grab the silly string, noise makers and confetti poppers we bought at the store earlier in the day and start handing them out. We all chant the final ten seconds to midnight along with the TV. As soon as we get to one, everyone goes crazy. Ash and I attack each other with silly string as noise makers and confetti are all set off around us. It’s the perfect moment, until an awkward silence takes over the room. Most of the group has coupled off and are all sharing their perfect midnight New Year’s kiss. I shift awkwardly for a second, and glance up at Ashton. He’s noticed it too and looks almost as awkward as I feel.

I decide to break the awkwardness between us by shooting him right in the face with silly string. Instinctively, I dodge through the kissing couples near as to run away from him as quickly as possible before he can retaliate. He laughs and immediately chases after me, which doesn’t really work in my favor because he’s a lot faster than I am  and catches up to me almost immediately.  Grabbing me by the waist and holding me within shooting distance with one hand, he uses the other to silly string me to death. It's no more than I deserve. Georgia and Calum have finally stopped making out and she catches my eye from across the room and raises an eyebrow, apparently noticing our little flirting session.

The rest of the night goes by pretty quickly. Around 1 a.m., people start to slowly trickle out, but I’m too busy sitting on the couch talking to Ashton to care about anybody else. The penguin has mysteriously disappeared and I can only hope he was safely back where he belongs, though it’s more likely that he is wandering around the building.

As per the usual, Ashton and I are the last ones standing at the end of the night. Adrenaline still pumping from the excitement of the party, neither one of us is ready for bed. We decide to do a favor for our future selves and start picking up the mess. Though it only lasts maybe ten minutes.

“I’m bored… wanna finish the rest of this tomorrow and go get high on the roof?” I ask him with a smirk.

“Why yes, yes I do.” Ash replies, dropping the trash bag in his hands to the floor.

The night air feels amazing on my skin after being inside all night. Ash and I share a joint and laugh about various situations that occurred throughout the evening. I realize that without even meaning to, I’m sitting with my leg touching his again, but he hasn’t moved away. It’s probably the weed but small details start to stand out in my mind. His hair moving in the breeze. His gorgeous eyes shining in the moonlight. The way his whole face lights up when he smiles, dimples and all. He seems to notice me watching him eventually, but instead of saying anything, he just watches me right back, a small grin on his face.

The moment was too perfect. It was too much to take. I lean in quickly and press my lips firmly against his. He seems stunned for a split second, but then next thing I know, one of his hands is on my cheek, the other on my lower back pulling me closer to him. Everything about this kiss is perfection. The way his lips fit against mine, the way they move together in sync, the gentle pressure of his hand on my face. This is the way people were meant to be kissed. This is what kissing should be like every single time.

“Shit.” The word falls out of my mouth as my brain catches up to the rest of me and I pull away from him. Without hesitating, he leans in again for more. I stop him, “Ash,” I start breathlessly, staring at him, our faces just inches apart. “You have a girlfriend.” He opens those flawless hazel eyes, locking them with mine, then sighs and turns his head away from me slowly.

“I’m SO sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m drunk and a little high. That was so stupid of me. “ I stammer, flustered. He is uncharacteristically quiet for several moments as he stares straight ahead at the glittering city skyline. “Ashton, say something..”

“It was just because you were drunk and high, huh?” He says, almost in a whisper. The tone in his voice surprises me- he sounds.. Hurt?

“Ash, you have a girlfriend and we are roommates and you’re my best friend. I absolutely should not have done that. It was a huge mistake.”

“Sure. okay. A mistake. Right.” He almost sounds sarcastic.

I sigh, “I uh.. I should go to bed now…. Shit.. I really am sorry.” I add as I quickly make my way back down the fire escape.

Back in my bedroom, I  close my bedroom window, slam my body face first onto my bed and scream into my pillow. Once that is out of my system, I pull out my phone to text Georgia.

If you’re awake and not having sex, come to my room NOW. please.

After about three minutes, I hear a soft knock at my door. I open it to find Georgia there, and swiftly pull her inside, shutting the door hard behind her.

“G. I fucked up.” I say quickly, making my way back to my bed.

“Why? What happened?!” She asks, sitting down next to me.

“I… I just kissed Ashton.” It comes out as a panicked whisper.

“YOU WHAT?!”

“SHHHHHHHH”

“Are you kidding me?” She asks, a look of shock on her face.

“Nope. Definitely not kidding... I told him that it was just because I was drunk and it was a total mistake.” I squeeze my pillow and sigh into it heavily.

“Well that’s pretty stupid of you considering that it wasn’t the alcohol’s fault at all and this would have been the perfect opportunity to be honest with him about how you feel.”

“Georgia, HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND! And he’s my roommate and my best friend. It would make things way too weird. And you know I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Oh so I guess you’re still working on convincing yourself of that lie too, huh? Does that mean you haven’t admitted to yourself yet that you don’t just have a crush on Ashton, that you’re actually madly fucking in love with him?”

“I AM NOT.” I snap defensively.

Georgia sighs. “Okay. whatever you say. But I just have one question for you.. How was it?”

I let out a deep breath and glare at her for a second before giving in. “Literally the best kiss of my entire life. It was like something out of a fucking movie. You know how people always talk about seeing fireworks and hearing angels sing and all that bullshit? Yeah, that all happened.” I let out another sigh and bury my face in my pillow again. I feel Georgia’s hand on my back sympathetically. “UGH what have I done?” I groan.

Georgia consoles me a little while longer before eventually heading back to Cal’s room for bed. I lay awake for a long time, going over the night’s events repeatedly in my head. Eventually, I drift off to sleep with the last thing I see in my mind being Ashton’s lips.

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Monster Among Men - 04

lmao because i just had a mini happy dance because i figured out how to hyperlink (thanks google!) y’all can find the links to every chapter of monster among men and future pieces in my bio, on my new masterlist! hope you’re enjoying this fic!!

word count: 1,171

Calum

I'm so glad I took Ashton's offer and went to the party last night, I definitely fucking needed that after that bitch decided to act like that.

I had an appointment to get my next tattoo this morning, ugh why did they make it so damn early. Nobody wants to get up at 9:30 in the morning to go get a damn tattoo. Fucking hell.

Today I got a skeleton hand holding a dead rose on my right arm. It's quite nice looking, and I've been craving some new ink for awhile now. I'll just be going home now though, I wish it wasn't fucking raining. The rain just fucks with my mood.

I walk down the plaza so I can get to where my car is parked, the door of the book store swings open and out comes my little lady from last night, Harlow. I tell myself when I'm a few feet away to get out of her way so I can avoid running into her, but I'm just caught staring.

She's wearing that damn hoodie again along with those two braids sticking out of her head, but today I'm seeing the rest of her, last night I just saw the top half. Fuck she's got some thighs and a big ass. Damn, as bitchy as she is she's hot. Maybe I could tame this feisty girl.

Without thinking I run into her, the book she's carrying falls from her hands and into a big puddle. Shit.

She gasps and basically screams for her book and I stand there awkwardly. I should just walk off, something is keeping me here in front of her though.

I watch as she looks up, sees it's me, and now her face is shown full disgust. Damn, don't be like that babe. I scramble to think of something to say, she can't know I was just staring at her lovely lower half, thinking of how her thighs around my head would feel like as I taste—fuck. Calum, focus.

"Fuck, uh you were in my way!" I yell at her as she carefully gets her book, which is most definitely ruined, out of the puddle. It's not even raining anymore and she still managed to get the damn book wet. Well...technically I did, but maybe if she wore as equally as baggy shit on her lower half we wouldn't have this issue.

I watch as anger and annoyance boil through this shy girl. "I was not. I was walking out of work on my way home and you ran into me, apparently nobody ever taught you to look where you're walking!" She surprises me by raising her voice, it's kinda weird honesty. She's so small and was so quiet yesterday. I had her stuttering and now she's screaming at me. Mmm, I wonder how vocal she is in bed?

"Calm the fuck down babe, it's just a fucking book, Jesus! I raise my arms in defense. She's glaring at me now, she has a few loose strands of brown locks from her braids in her face, why doesn't she let her hair down, fuck her long hair and her curvy ass and from the looks of the hoodie, her tits could either be tiny or average sized C-cups, not big tits, which I'm fine with.

"And to think I felt bad for rejecting you yesterday. It's not just a freaking book Calum! I bought that with my own money and now it's ruined. Thanks to you." She spits at me and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

Felt bad? Freaking? What the fuck? Oh my God, I not only have a shy, quiet girl in my hands, but I've got a nice, innocent, non-cursing one too. A stereotypical "good girl"

"It's what I do best, ruin things, and don't feel bad for me love. I was just trying to give you the attention you obviously wanted." That should do it, she can't argue with that.

"I don't even know you!" She groans annoyingly. Oh she's gonna spit that shit out again?

"You don't need to know people to be interested in them. You were practically drooling, and I was gonna do you a damn favor, but you decided to be a bitch and not accept." I glare back at her. Let this bitch know what she's missing, to get what you want from girls like her, you have to guilt trip them. Which is quite easy.

"Go cry about your damn book." I snap at her and then continue my walk to my car.

I'll bet she's already feeling bad, she'll be on her knees wanting to apologize for being "so mean" in no time. I smirk to myself as I hop in the car. Damn to have her pouty little face looking up at me as she's on her knees would make my day.

I get in my car and look down at my phone, a missed call from a random number, must be some chick. A knock on my window interrupts my thoughts and I look up and see Harlow standing beside my car. I fucking knew it she'd chase me.

I roll my window down with a smirk on my face. "What?"

She bites her lip and looks down at her feet. "Sorry for being so rude, I've just had a good day and that kind of upset me." She mumbles softly to me and I chuckle.

"Kind of?" I look at her and see a blush evident on her cheeks as she nods.

I know just the way to get this girl. "You know, maybe I was a bit forward and I maybe I was a little distracted to pay attention to where I was walking. Let me make this up to you." I say as nicely as I can muster.

"How?" She looks at me curiously. I want to offer her head or a good fuck, but that would scare her off I bet.

"Let me take you for some coffee. You're off now right? We can go now if you're willing." I smile, knowing just how to draw her in.

"Coffee? Are you sure? We don't even know each other and—" I roll my eyes at her statement. Has she never gotten coffee with a guy before?

"Yeah, I know we don't know each other, but maybe if we go to coffee that can change." I wink at her.

"O-oh uh, well I'll have to stop at my apartment to check on my dog, but yeah um sure." She's stuttering again, fuck yes Calum, you've got this chick.

"Alright love, I can just follow behind and then I can take us to the coffee shop?" I see she's weighing the option.

"Um...yeah, okay. Sounds l-like a plan, just follow me, yeah." I chuckle at her sudden awkwardness, oh fuck what if she's a virgin? Nah, a chick as hot as her had to have lost it in high school to some boyfriend or some shit like that.

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Merry Crisis (a.i)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin (ft.5SOS) X Fem!reader (Dad!Ash)

Summary: Shopping is always stressful, but when you have a baby on the way... it can become a chaos, especially when you have 3 crazy best friends with you.

Warnings: Language. Fluff and some crackhead moments. Reader uses she/her pronouns. Mentions of Birth. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, sorry)

Word count: 4.5 k

Author’s note: Hello! This is my first Holiday fic with 5SOS and it’s Ashton’s turn to shine (even tho each boy gets their moment) This was so fun to write, I did it on my sociology class (so maybe it’s not that perfect) and I love it very much and I hope you do too! Reblogs, feedback and comments are always welcome and encouraged! Support your writers! ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋❤️

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Twas the evening before Christmas, the streets were filled with Christmas lights and the chill air of Los Angeles made everything cozier as families gathered around the fireplace and enjoyed the most peaceful of times…

This statement does not apply to our favorite band, tho.

Our four Australians were not enjoying a cup of hot cocoa with their families as they were supposed to, oh no. They were doing the most dreadful thing a person could think of doing the night before dear Santa came to visit: They were Christmas shopping.

In their defense - or at least Calum’s, Michael’s and Luke’s defense, this was all Ashton’s fault for he was the one that dragged them to the crowded mall in the middle of one of the busiest days of the year. And, in Ashton’s defense, it was not his fault that the store had called him in the middle of a recording session to tell him that they finally had the only thing he wanted for Christmas: A music box.

He just had to get it before everyone else.

“Why did we come all over here for a little music box?” Asked Michael as they stood at the end of the line for the register. How could they only have one register open? It’s Christmas for fucks sake! but then again, it’s Christmas for fucks sake, so they know that people should be with their families instead of working a poorly paid job.

“It was the last one!” Ashton claimed, admiring the little circular box in his hand “It’s a limited edition and I just had to get it for Y/N and for the baby”

His eyes lit up when your name escaped his lips. Not even a year ago did he officially make you his wife, but now you were carrying his child! People might think it was rushed, but for Ashton it was the complete opposite. He had his life made when he met you, knowing that he will marry you as soon as he could… he had to wait a few more years to do that, but he was extremely happy, more so now that your little family was expanding. He loved you and your child with all his heart, and the boys all knew that so they can't even be mad about it, even if he kidnapped them to the mall with the promise of some cinnabuns later.

“She had one of these when she was little” Ashton continued as he admired the little hand painted details of the box “It always played a little lullaby to help her sleep. But it broke a few years ago and she always complained about not having one like this for her kids one day… But now she will!” The black haired man smiled.

“Shit, that’s actually pretty sweet” Michael commented “Okay, you’re forgiven”

“I don’t know if I want to hug you for being the perfect husband, or to kick you in the balls for being the perfect husband and making the rest of us feel bad” Luke chuckled.

The four boys laughed at the comment and started talking about their plans for the Holidays as they waited for the line to move. The problem was, it has been fifteen minutes and the line has only moved once.

“How long is this line anyway?” Calum said, peeking over the side, furrowing his eyebrows as he noticed at least thirty more people waiting in front of them “Shit, this is going to take a while. That man has at least twenty plushies and eleven race cars”

“I don’t know how people could leave this kind of stuff for the last minute” Ashton huffed, earning a death glare from each of his friends “This one is different, tho! It was the last one!”

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks for that!” Someone said behind Luke, making him jump at the sudden surprise.

“What the-” Luke said, placing a hand over his heart.

It was a short man in a trench coat who pointed to the music box in Ashton’s hand.

Ashton furrowed his eyebrows and said to the man “Uh, not a chance mate”

“Two hundred?”

“Nope”

“Five hundred?” The man would just not cave and Ashton was getting fed up with it, luckily Calum noticed and hurried to say something before his friend started a scene.

“Hey, mr. Devito wannabe. He said no, so just go bother someone else. Okay?”

The man scoffed and turned his face to the side, stating that he was offended. The four Australians rolled their eyes and turned their backs to him once again.

Another fifteen minutes passed and the line barely moved. The guys were not talking anymore, running out of things to say past the twenty minute mark. Each of them were bored out of their minds, well all but Ashton at least, he was still gleaming with pride as he looked at the music box and created scenarios in his head and thought about the joy that would be mirrored in your eyes once you open it tomorrow morning.

After a few more minutes of silence, Luke was the first one to break it “I think I’m just gonna get a coffee and wait in the car. These boots are killing me today” He looked at Ashton as if to ask permission, but the dark haired man just shrugged and nodded, asking him to buy one for him as well and to leave it in the car.

Michael then added “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go and check the electronics this store has. I think I saw a new camera that would be perfect for my streams”

And that only left Calum and Ashton waiting in line. But about five seconds later, Calum opened his mouth.

“Yes, you can go explore, too” Ashton said with a sigh before Calum even got a chance to ask.

“Cool” The curly man said, patting Ashton on the back before muttering a ‘I’ll be right back’ Leaving him alone with the music box.

Ashton didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of enjoyed this time alone. It gave him plenty of opportunities to imagine a new future for the both of you next to your little baby boy or girl. He catched a glimpse of families walking around the mall, buying gifts or eating a snack as they smiled at each other. He couldn’t wait for that to be his new normal.

He remembered the time when you told him you were pregnant. You gifted him a special baby bodysuit that said “My daddy is the best drummer in the world and there is nothing you can do about it” next to your positive pregnancy test. Ashton always wanted to start a family, especially if it was with you, but he never expected it to be so soon. Yet, once he held the test in his trembling hands, he knew that this was the best thing it could’ve happened to him. He remembers how tearful he got the second his brain processes the information, quickly running up to you and pressing an earth shattering kiss to your lips, promising you and your baby that he would be the best father in the world.

And, as he held the little object in his hand, he already thought he was doing a pretty good job. He smiled to himself and thought about calling you. Not only did he want to hear your voice at this moment, but also because he wanted to check up on you. You were having tea with your best friend at the moment, but the pregnancy hormones were hitting pretty hard lately and he wanted to make sure you were doing alright.

But as soon as he got his phone out of his pocket, your name started glowing on the screen.

“Baby! I was just about to call you” Ashton said with a smile, loving this little coincidence.

“Ashton, is coming!” You said in an alarming tone. Ashton, however, did not understand what you meant.

“Yeah? I’m coming home soon, why are-?”

“No!” You cut him off “The baby, Ash! The baby is coming!”

Ashton laughed “Ha, ha very funny Y/N. But the baby isn’t due until three weeks from now”

“ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN” You yelled through the phone, making Ashton pull away from the phone for a second “MY WATER BROKE AND THE BABY IS COMING NOW. SO GET YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL BEFORE I-” A sharp pain ran through you as you were experiencing the contractions. Ashton could hear your distant groan and immediately went pale.

The baby was coming and he wasn’t ready.

“Ash, hello?” Your friend’s calm voice came from the other end “I’m gonna take Y/N to the hospital right now. I need you to meet us there, okay?”

“Fuck, okay. I’m on my way” He rushed to say before he ended the call.

“Hey, dude. What’s going-?” Michael said as he approached the black haired man who looked like he might throw up.

“The baby’s coming!” He said, trying to concentrate on his breathing before he hyperventilates.

“What?!”

“Hey, Mike, is everything-?” Calum came next, worried about his friends’ weird behavior.

“THE BABY IS COMING”

Michael.

The guitarist started wandering the electronics and new technologies hall. He was secretly glad he got away from waiting in line for what it looked like another hour, but at the same time he was glad he decided to accompany Ashton in his little quest.

The moment he knew you were pregnant he set himself to be the best uncle that little kid will have. He already knew that you and Ashton were going to be great parents, with the way in which you love each other it was hard to think otherwise. Michael was always up for anything you guys wanted to do for each other, from secret dates or help you sneak out after a concert, or even to plan gifts! He always took pride to know that he was part of your epic love story, even if it was with just a little favor.

Michael stepped into the videogame aisle like he usually does, but this time he went directly to the kid’s section, knowing that eventually your baby will want to play videogames with uncle Mikey and he will have to be ready with the most family friendly games he could find.

He started grabbing a few of them and reading the little summaries they had on the back, eventually deciding that he did not understand anything about children’s games and that he might have to ask around in order to find the best ones.

He went back to the electronics aisle and something caught his attention.

“Is that a real megaphone?” He asked one of the workers there “I haven’t seen one since 2014” He said, remembering the last time the boys ever let him play with one of those in the Good Girls video.

“Yeah! It’s the new model” Said the teenage boy that was in charge of that seccion that day “Wanna try it out?”

“Before that, can I go and show it to my mates? I won’t be gone for long, they are just down the checkout line”

“Sure!” The young man smiled and gave him the megaphone.

Michael had a big smile on his face as he started walking towards Ashton to show him what he found. But his smile dropped the minute he saw Ashton’s face grew a thousand times paler.

He carefully walked up to him and asked “Hey, dude. What 's going-?”

“The baby’s coming!” Ashton said, trying to catch his breath.

“What?!”

Calum.

He hated the mall. He really did. There were always too many people, too much noise and the prices were always exaggerated. But he knew that he was here today for a good cause. Calum was not going to let his best mate down.

Ever since you came into Ashton’s life - and the boys’ life for that matter - he could tell that you were special. Not only because of the way Ashton talked about you all the damn time, but because of your energy, your passion, your kindness and obviously your undenying love for the drummer.

Calum was always the protective friend, always keeping his guard up for any new companion they boys might have. But with you it was different. The first time you two met was the day you instantly became best friends. He knew he could trust you to keep Ashton’s heart safe, and he knew that if Ashton ever broke your heart that he was going to have to kick his ass for being that stupid. Luckily, he wasn’t.

He was the first person (after Ashton, of course) to know about your pregnancy. He swore to himself that he would not let anything happen to his future godson/goddaughter. That baby was going to be the perfect mixture of his best friends, there was nothing in the world that could stop him from loving them just as much as he loves all of you. He even got them toys so they could play with Duke when they’re older! Needless to say that he was very, very excited.

As he wandered through the halls of the store he noticed a commotion next to the toys section.

A line of kids accompanied by their parents awaited in front of a huge chair decorated with fake snow and candy canes. Santa Claus was going to be there.

“Oh my god” A female voice said behind him “You are Calum Hood!”

Calum turned around and was faced with a young girl dressed as an elf looking at him like he hung the moon or something.

“That I am” He said with a smile “Hello, nice to meet you!”

“M-my name’s Lizza” The girl blushed “I’m a huge fan! Is it okay if- I mean, could I get a picture? Please?”

Calum smiled “Sure!”

Lizza squealed “Omg, okay. But, can we do it over there? The kids aren’t supposed to see me yet” She said, pointing to a corner with a curtain and some costumes, presumably Santa’s and his elves'.

Calum nodded and followed the girl, catching a glimpse of the Santa Claus outfit “Do you think I can wear that for the picture?” He asked. Honestly, he just wanted to know how it would feel like to dress up as Santa, knowing he would one day have to do it for your child.

“Of course!” The girl said, taking her phone from her purse and giving it to another elf so he could take the picture.

Once the picture was done, he started to strip off the big red coat, the white beard and the hat when suddenly he had an idea “Is it okay if I borrow this for a while? Maybe five minutes? I wanna prank some friends that are at the check out”

“Uhh”

“I’ll give it back, I promise,” He said with a smile.

Lizza sighed “Sure! We have another one for emergencies”

“Cool, thanks Lizza”

Calum walked away with the fake beard, the warm coat and the hat, feeling cheeky as he approached the line.

“What?!” He heard Michael yell. And although Michael always yells, this one seemed important as his voice sounded concerned.

“Hey, Mike, is everything-?” Calum said, approaching his friends with a very confused face. But before he could even finish the question, Ashton looked at him with fear in his eyes.

“THE BABY IS COMING”

Ashton.

This was not good. Not good at all. His wife is at the hospital about to give birth and he is still in the line of the fucking mall.

“Oh shit!” Calum said, looking frantically over the line that was still too long “OH SHIT”

“Okay calm dow- Is that a Santa costume?” Michael asked.

“Calm down?!” Calum said, panicking “My best friend is having a baby and you tell me to CALM DOWN?!”

“I’m having a baby…” Ashton said in a whisper, not really paying attention to what was going on around him “I’m having a baby”

“Not you!” Said Calum “Well... also you but I meant Y/N! She’s the one pushing it mate” But Ashton did not listen.

His whole world paused in that moment. Too many thoughts were running through his head as he tried to formulate a plan, any plan that would get him the quickest to you.

He thought he was doing a good job, he thought that he was going to be the best dad ever and now he was going to miss the birth of his first child because the line wasn’t fucking moving.

“Ash?” Michael called, but he wasn’t listening.

How could he screw this up so early in the game? Your baby wasn’t even born yet but he swore he could already feel their disappointment.

“Ash..”

And you! How could you ever forgive him?! You will surely file for divorce once the baby is born.

“Ashton!”

“What?!” He yelled, looking at Michael who was shaking him by the shoulders.

“Fucking breathe man! You almost turn purple there”

Michael started breathing at an even pace, motioning Ashton to breathe with him and so he did “It’s going to be okay, don’t worry about it”

“How can you say that?!” Ashton almost cried “I’m not even a dad yet and I’m already screwing up! Who doesn’t show up to the birth of his child?”

Michael rolled his eyes, knowing his friend was just talking out of fear than out of reason, and shook him by the shoulders again “Listen to me, you are already a great dad! You were a dad even before Y/N got pregnant and you are not going to miss the birth of my nephew or niece. I won’t allow it. But first I need you to calm the fuck down!”

Ashton looked at Michael and swallowed the lump in his throat “What if I’m not ready? What if we’re not ready?”

Michael chuckled “You asked me the same question when you were about to walk down the aisle a year ago. You were ready even before you knew you were and this is not different”

But before Ashton could say something, Calum walked up to them again.

“There are fourteen people ahead of us” Said Calum, who had just run up to the start of the line “If we asked them to move, we might get there in time”

“Or maybe you could leave the music box to me…” The man with the weird vibe intervened.

“Fuck off DeVito!” The three Australians yelled.

Suddenly, a lightbulb got turned on on Michael’s head “I got an idea!”

A panicked Calum dressed as Santa and a very panicked Ashton watched as Michael ran out of the store for a second, only to come back pushing a Target cart “Get in!” He said jumping in the cart and motioning to Ashton to follow him.

Ashton jumped inside without asking any questions, not even when Calum started pushing the car or when Michael turned on his… was that a megaphone?!

“Attention ladies and gentlemen” Michael said through the megaphone, making every single person turn their heads towards them, as if two large Australians standing inside of a shopping cart being pushed by a very tattooed Santa Claus wasn’t stiking enough “We have a man that’s going to become a father at any moment now while his wife is in the hospital! Please let us through!”

Ashton does not know if it was the weird scene they caused, his desperate face or Christmas magic that made everyone on the line take a step back as Calum pushed them through the checkout.

Once they got there, the cashier took his money, too shocked to say anything else as Ashton yelled “Keep the change!” As they rushed through the doors and towards the parking lot with Calum pushing the cart at a great speed with all of his energy as all the other customers looked at them and wondered what the hell was going on.

“Mommy?” A confused random kid asked “Why was Santa pushing those men on the cart?”

Luke.

His favorite Christmas playlist was playing in the car. He loved the holidays, but he hated Christmas shopping with his life. So he was very thankful that Ashton could understand this and let him wait in the car.

As he hummed through the song “His Favorite Christmas Story” he thought about the gift he got to your little unborn baby. As soon as he found out you were pregnant, he knew he had to spoil that kid rotten. Well, not that he knew he had to, but he wanted to. You and Ashton were the best people he has ever met, and he knew your little baby was not going to be different, so what’s wrong with giving that child the world they deserve?

A few months ago he talked to a friend of his that made customized presents made of crochet, so he asked if they could make a baby mobile to put over the crib. He also made sure to ask that the animals that were to adorn the mobile were your’s and Ashton’s favorites, and also throwing a little kangaroo in honor of their father’s homeland and a little penguin in honor of their future favorite uncle.

He smiled to himself as he thought he couldn’t wait to meet the little pal and how he couldn’t wait to start a family of his own. But his daydreaming got cut short when he heard a commotion coming from the mall’s doors.

Sirens were ringing and a lot of people stood and watched at whatever was causing the disturbance. He even had to take a double look because he thought he just saw Calum dressed as Santa Claus pushing a shopping cart with Ashton and Michael inside, the latter speaking with a megaphone in his hand. And indeed that is what he saw.

“LUKE START THE CAR” Michael yelled from his megaphone. And Luke, being the smart man that he is, did not ask questions as he did just that.

Soon enough, Calum Santa Claus was jumping inside of the car, followed by Michael and Ashton, who just sat in the front seat.

“What is-?” Luke tried to ask, but his three friends were quicker as they all said at the same time:

“The baby is coming!” “We needed to get the music box” “The line was too fucking long”

“Hurry up, dude!” Calum said, giving Luke a pat on his shoulder as he stared at them, very confused.

“Why didn’t you just leave the music box with one of them?” He said, motioning to his friends in the back “I could’ve come back for them after I dropped you off…”

The three Australians all looked at eachother like they were the most stupid people on the planet. Until Micahel turned on the megaphone again and said with a defeated voice: “Just drive”

The ride to the hospital was silent as Luke drove through the streets of LA at full speed. Michael even turned on the siren of the megaphone to make way across the traffic jam. How the hell they didn’t end up in jail? A Christmas miracle if you ask me.

Once they got there, Ashton was the first one to jump off the car, followed by his best friends as they ran through the hospital’s floors.

“Irwin!” He said, once they got to the maternity wing “Y/N Irwin! My Wife-”

Luke followed, almost knocking down Ashton as his boots slipped on the floor “His wife!” He said, almost out of breath.

“His baby!” Calum added, almost falling to the floor as he tripped over his foot.

And last but not least came a small “Help?” From Michael who was completely out of breath as he sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room.

The nurse, apparently not taken aback at the sudden outburst of three grown man and a Santa Claus in her waiting room, just smiled at Ashton and said: “Over here, Mr. Irwin. You are just in time, she just started dilating…”

But Ashton didn’t hear much as he walked behind her, anxious to see you and see your baby. Breathing heavily as he tried to calm his nerves before he got to your room. He gave one last look to his friends and smiled at them.

“You can do it man!” Michael said, giving him the thumbs up.

“You go Poppa!” Luke cheered.

“We will be here!” Calum said, feeling tears of pride gather up in his eyes as he watched Ashton turn into another hallway, ready to become the dad he always knew he could be.

“Did you actually steal a Santa costume?” Michael said as the other two sat down next to him.

“And you stole a cart and a megaphone so shut up”

A new family.

You watched with tired eyes as your husband held your baby girl in his arms.

“She is so tiny…” He said with fresh happy tears falling rolling down his cheeks. Ashton started crying as soon as he saw her little face and heard his heart shattering cry.

You almost thought that he wasn’t going to make it in time, afraid that you were going to have to get through the birth of your child all alone. But he came through the doors just in time and he did not let go of your hand for a second, even when you knew you were crushing it as you pushed.

“I love you so much” He said, just as he’s been saying for the past hours since he got here “I love you so much and I love her so much I- Thank you”

“Why are you thanking me, love?”

“For giving me the best gift of all” Ashton said as he laid next to you with your daughter curled up on his chest “You gave me the family I always dreamed of. I could never thank you enough for it”

He slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours, showing you all the love that he could in only one simple kiss.

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t help on making this, you know?” You teased, making him chuckle “I should be thanking you, Ash.You and her are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I love you”

“I love you” He said, capturing your lips in another kiss as you let the music box play in the background, filling the room with the notes of your favorite lullaby.

“Should I let the boys in?” He asked as he passed your daughter back to you. You just nodded, not wanting to let your friends wait a second longer to meet your baby. “Oh, and just a heads up, Calum is dressed as Santa Claus and we might never be allowed on the mall again”

You laughed “I can’t wait to hear that story”

Ashton smiled as he got out of the room and walked towards where the boys were sitting. Once they saw him walk up to them, they immediately got up, all of them smiling proudly at the new - official, father of the band.

“Boys, come and meet our baby girl: Jane Elizabeth Irwin”

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Heaven

by Kinglyhood

Mood Board by @frickyouralmonds

Requested?: YES 

Description: Based on “Heaven” by Julia Michaels (You should listen as you read) from the 50 Shades Freed soundtrack. Requested by @calhood5sos; Bad boy!Calum takes away all the stress of your recent breakup.

Warning: Contains smut, 18+ only please.

Word Count: 2,616

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It’s automatic

It’s just what they do

They say “all good boys go to heaven”

But bad boys bring heaven to you

It was New Years Eve 2017, I’d been drug to this huge house party in LA. I hadn’t thought much of it when my friend invited me to tag along to his friend Ashton’s house party. Little did I know I’d be thrust into a world of searing passion, and freedom I’d never experienced before.

It was my first New Years being single in several years, you see I was fresh off a breakup. I’d been seeing it coming for awhile so I’d comes to terms with it ending, but the loneliness was palpable. I figured going out on NYE and actually having fun for once would do me some good. So, I went out and bought an amazing outfit, simple, but it did it’s job. Little black dresses never went out of style, paired with the one pair of Louboutin’s I owned (thanks to Beverly Hill’s thrift shops) and my signature red lip, I was ready to turn some heads.

I’d known Michael for awhile, we met through his girlfriend, but I had never met his band mates because my ex was incredibly jealous and more or less didn’t allow me to have male friends, especially if they were single. Of course I knew who they were, I didn’t live under a rock, I actually kinda liked their music, so I was looking forward to finally meeting them. Michael and Crystal picked me up on their way to the party, as I walked down the pathway from my town house to their car, Crystal rolled down the window and wolf whistled at me, “Oooo girl, you got a man?” 

I busted out laughing, “No ma’am I am single, and ready to mingle!” I threw my hands up and shook my hips for effect.

“You two are absolutely ridiculous,” Michael chuckled from the driver’s seat, “Now get in we’re already late!”

We pulled up to Ashton’s place around 11:30 PM, it was a duplex, and the party seemed to be spilling over into the other unit as well. As we walked up, Michael informed me that Ashton shared the duplex with their bassist Calum. People littered the driveway and front lawn, beer pong tables and chairs scattered about. We walked inside and were almost immediately greeted by a very inebriated Ashton, “HEY GUYSSS!” He threw his arms around Crystal and Michael’s necks, squeezing them into him, causing them to make pained faces, “Who’s your friend?” He gestured to me.

I held out my hand for him to shake, “Y/N.”

He let go of our friends, grabbed my hand and said, “We don’t shake hands around here babe, come here,” and he pulled me into a hug, “I’m Ashton, but you can call me, Ash,” he finished with a wink. 

It was at this exact moment I felt someone’s eyes boring into my back, I peeked over my shoulder to see if I could find the culprit responsible for the goosebumps now covering my skin, and my gaze was met by the most intense brown eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. I recognized him immediately, it was Calum, the bassist, and holy shit did he look incredibly hot dressed in all black. Leather jacket, black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, a beanie and black boots. He had the complete “bad boy” vibe going for him and I was INSTANTLY attracted. 

He held my stare for what felt like ages before taking the last swig of the beer in his hand, setting it down and walking towards me and our group of mutual friends. My heart skipped a beat as he walked up to me, hand brushing mine as he settled next to me. 

I still remember the moment we met

The touch that he planted

The garden he left

He lifted my hand to his lips and placed a kiss to the back of it, I bit my lip in response, “Well hello gorgeous, I apologize for Michael’s rudeness for not introducing us sooner,” he quickly shot Michael a cocky smirk, Michael held up is hands in mock defense, as if to say, “my bad man.” 

 “I’m Calum,” he looked at me expectantly, still holding my hand.

“Y/n,” I said with as much sex appeal as I could muster. 

“Hey man, I saw her first!” Ashton said with a giggle.

Michael clapped his hands onto Ashton’s shoulders, “Come on man,” and led him away.

“You two have fun,” Crystal said suggestively with a sly smile. Ashton could be heard whining to Michael, “But she was so pretty.”

“Dude, trust me Cal has you beat here just give up,” Michael said to a disappointed Ashton. 

Calum and I both laughed awkwardly at the exchange we’d both just overheard. He was still holding my hand. 

“Can I get you a drink?” 

“Please,” I said with a laugh, as he led me into the kitchen where all the alcohol was stashed. 

“Pick your poison!” He said gesturing widely to the array of liquor bottles and mixers. I dug through the treasure trove until I found what I wanted, Jack Daniels and coke, I picked up the bottles and handed them to him, “Whiskey girl, huh? Mmm, yep. I like you already.” He smiled widely, his beautifully full lips framing his perfect teeth, I already found myself wanting to kiss them. He must have noticed me staring at his lips because he smirked as he passed me my drink.

“I think we should take a shot real quick, to celebrate,” he said as he poured us each a shot of whiskey.

“And what exactly are we celebrating?”

“Well New Years for one,” he raised an eyebrow to me, “And to new friends,” this time he shot me a wink.

“To new friends,” I held up my shot glass for him to cheers with me, he entangled our arms, clinked our glasses, and we took our shots. As we set down our shots glasses our bodies moved closer together so my chest was just barely pressed against his. I looked up to see him staring at my lips, I leaned into him further, his full lips were so inviting. The fact that I was a lightweight meant the one shot of whiskey was already coursing through my veins, liquid courage as they say, and I found myself kissing him. 

His hands quickly attached to my body, one on my hip slowly kneading into my ass, the other on my waist, both holding me to him tightly. 

“Well that sure was fast,” we broke apart to see Michael leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, smirking at us. 

“Fuck off, Michael,” Calum laughed as he took my hand and led me out to the backyard.

The backyard was surprisingly deserted, everyone had made their way inside to watch the ball drop and scream “Happy New Year!” with their friends as they kissed their significant others, or strangers.

“Hey everybody, it’s 5 minutes til midnight!” Ashton screamed, as he ironically began to blare the song “5 Minutes to Midnight” by Boys Like Girls.

As the song played, Calum and I sipped our drinks and shared a cigarette, the nicotine and the alcohol making my head swim. We were sat next to each other on a bench in a dimly lit corner, my legs crossed towards him, my ankle brushing slowly and repetitively against his. He took the last drag of our shared cigarette, flicked it aside and ran his hand up my thigh, just under the hem of my dress, caressing the naked flesh beneath. 

Everyone inside began counting down, “10, 9,” Calum pulled me closer to him, my legs now laid crossed his lap, “8, 7,” his left arm circled around my waist, “6, 5″ his right hand slowly worked it’s way up my thigh to my waist, to just below my breast, his thumb rubbing teasingly against my clothed nipple, “4, 3″ his large hand gripped my rib cage and pulled me even closer to him, “2, 1″ our lips collided, intensely. Shouts of “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” began to ring through the air. His tongue flicked at my bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss, I obliged him and his tongue met mine in a passionate dance for dominance. The kiss grew very heated, his hands now kneading my breasts, I could feel his hard on begin to press into me through his tight jeans. 

He broke away first, seeing the flustered look on my face he laughed, “I think most everyone is here now that the ball’s dropped, my place is probably deserted,” He gently pushed me from his lap, standing and offering me his hand, “shall we?”

I took his hand and went to stand but before I could completely get up his left arm was around me, lifting me into his arms, and carrying me away as I shrieked in amusement, hitting him playfully on the chest. 

All wrapped in one he was so many sins

Would have done anything, everything for him

And if you ask me, I would do it again

He was right, his place was deserted. As soon as he was sure we were alone, he had me pressed against a wall, hands on the back of my thighs, motioning for me to jump so he could wrap my legs around his waist. His hard on was immediately pressed against my center, the skirt of my dress pushed up around my hips. 

“You are so fucking sexy,” he said seductively against my neck, the warmth of his breathe sending shivers down my spine, “I knew as soon as I saw you I had to have you.” His lips attached to the spot just below my ear, I let out a rattled moan, “Mmmm, I’m going to love hearing that sound.”

He gripped my ass, removing us from against the wall, leaning back slightly to support my weight and not break the contact between our bodies. He carried me down the hall and into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. He forcefully laid me down on the bed, positioning himself between my legs as he did, reached up over his head and removed his shirt to reveal gorgeous brown skin, littered with tattoos. I let my hands wander over his torso, beckoning him to press his body against mine once again. He quickly undid his belt and pants and pushed them down along with his boxers. His marvelous erection now on full display, and boy was it impressive. 

He quickly grabbed his dick and positioned it against my still clothed slit, rubbing it teasingly up and down, “So wet for me already,” he purred as he felt how soaked I was, “this is going to be fun.” He stood and gestured for me to do the same, I followed suit. He motioned for me to turn around, as I did he began to unzip my dress, he pulled all my hair to one side of my neck gently, placing kisses down my neck and back as he released me from the confines of my dress. As he slipped the dress down over my ass, he knelt, kissing and nipping lightly at my backside, moving his right hand up to push lightly on my lower back, positioning me to be bent over the bed as he worked his way to my core, slowly pulling my panties down as he went.

My breath hitched in my throat as his tongue ran along my slit, reminding me that I hadn’t felt pleasure like this in a long time, maybe not ever. How could someone I’d only just met an hour ago have this affect on me? My thoughts were interrupted by his tongue entering me. A rather load moan escaped my lips as I clawed at the sheets. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said as he removed his tongue from me, replacing it with his fingers as he once again placed wet kisses up my ass onto my back, goosebumps appearing as he blew his warm breath against the wet spots he left behind. God he really knew how to work me somehow.  “You want me to fuck you now, baby?” 

He curled his fingers inside of me, “Oh my god, yes,” I moaned, breathlessly. 

He quickly removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty, as he reached over into his bedside table, pulled out a condom and slipped it on very skillfully. He lifted me by my hips so my ass was on full display up in the air, and positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with his head. 

“Calum, please,” I moaned again.

“You got it, baby,” he slowly slid himself into me, giving me time to adjust to his rather impressive size, “Anything to make you say my name like that again.”

He began to rock slowly back and forth, building intensity teasingly slow, “Fuck, Cal,” I panted, his right hand was on my shoulder, using it as leverage to slam into me, he brought it around to my throat, applying light pressure and he lifted me up so my back was against his torso. He applied more pressure to my throat as he roughly slammed into me, releasing strangled moans from my throat. 

“Cal, I’m gonna-” he stopped abruptly, pulling out of me, and turning me around.

“Uh uh, princess, I want to see your face when I make you cum.”

He laid me back down on the bed, pulling me by my hips to the edge so my legs hung off, wrapping them around his waist as he once again pushed his way inside of me. He licked his thumb, and brought it down to circle around my clit, the combination of his incredible girth and his skillful working of my clit, quickly sent me over the edge. Back arching, toes curling, and what I can guarantee was the loudest I’d ever been, I came undone beneath him, practically screaming his name as he brought me to my high. 

As I began to feel my second orgasm building, I could tell he was close, he held my hips down so he could pound into me more forcefully. I clenched around him as my second orgasm hit, more intense than the last, I felt him twitch inside of me as we both screamed out in ecstasy. 

He slumped forward on top of me, panting heavily, his lips hovering over mine, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, one hand coming up to cup my face. We laid like that for awhile, reveling in what we’d just done. 

I’m not a sinner, he wasn’t the one

Had no idea what we would become

There’s no regrets I just thought it was fun 

That night was the beginning of an incredibly passionate affair. It only lasted a few months before Calum had to leave for a world tour. We hadn’t ever talked about becoming serious, but we had fun and enjoyed each other’s company. We still see each other whenever he’s in town, often reminiscing on the night we met. I don’t think I’d ever had so much fun getting over a breakup. Thank God for New Years, and new “friends.” ;)

No need to imagine

‘Cause I know it’s true

They say “all good boys go to heaven”

But bad boys bring heaven to you

It’s automatic

It’s just what they do

They say “all good boys go to heaven”

But bad boys bring heaven to you

** Well there you have it! My first venture into smut... I hope it isn’t horrible lol let me know what you think, shoot me an Ask! Like/reblog if you enjoy!**

[calpalirwin]

Touring Days

Summary: Ashton goes on tour

A/N: Y’all ready for this?

Word Count: 1.9k

And away, and away we go!

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Four months. That’s how long Ashton was going to be away for tour. Four months that would be over before they could ever blink is what they told themselves. He’d be home before they knew it.

It was a reality Vanessa had been aware of when she started dating Ashton. Much like she came with the package deal that was her kids, his package deal had been his job. Yet, in their year long relationship, they had been lucky. If he had left at all, it had been for a week tops to do a few short gigs.

But the giant suitcase packed tightly on their bedroom floor didn’t sit right with them, no matter the reassurances they whispered against each other’s skin as they held each other tight in a sea of blankets.

Three weeks. Ashton had been gone three weeks. Three weeks of coffee dates through the phone, and daily messages sent back and forth. Tour was great, but he missed them. Everything was going okay back home, but they missed him too. More promises that he would be home soon. More assurances that everything was fine and not to worry about them. Excited talks about how they couldn’t wait to see each other at the LA show and unspoken words about how they wished it could be more.

~~~

Vanessa wandered aimlessly around the house. With Bailey now old enough to be with Finn, every other week just dragged on. Thankfully it was Saturday, so she’d have both her babies soon enough. But without the kids and without Ashton’s music, the quiet was suffocating. She felt a ping of empathy wondering if this was how Finn had always felt, drowning in silence.

“You okay?” Finn asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.”

“Never knew silence could be so loud, huh?”

“It’s like I don’t know what to do with myself. Like my identity is tied to the kids, to him, to you. Like I don’t know who I am without you guys. And I hate how pathetic that is. I was a person before all of this. How did you find the person you used to be?”

Finn shrugged. “I didn’t. I didn’t want to be him. My kids are the best parts of who I am. There’s nothing wrong with being tied to people, Ness. But I started with doing things I remember I liked doing. Like remember how I used to surf?”

“Oh, you loved to surf,” she remembered fondly.

“Yeah. So I do that too. I make time for the old hobbies I let go by the wayside. When was the last time you painted?”

“Oh, god…” She paused as she thought about it. “Far too long.”

Finn chuckled. “Sounds like you should fix that.”

The next day, she did. With Bailey down for her morning nap, Vanessa broke out her box with all her painting supplies. “Momma?” Mason questioned as she set up in the backyard.

“We’re gonna paint, sweet boy,” she chirped happily at him. “You want to paint?” She dipped a paint brush in paint and swiped a small stroke across the canvas. “See? Like that.”

She handed the brush to Mason who copied her movements. “Momma!” he told her excitedly, pointing at his brushstroke.

“Good job, sweet boy! Keep going.”

They painted together for a good while until Mason set his paintbrush down with a sad, “Papa…”

“I know, sweet boy. I miss him too.”

He pointed at the ground with a longing sigh.

“Basement?” she guessed. “You wanna go play with your instruments?”

He nodded.

“Okay. Let’s clean up and we’ll go play.”

The moment they were down in the basement, Mason headed straight for the little drum set Ashton had put together for his birthday. 

Mason flip flopped back and forth between his drum kit and the guitar he had also gotten for his birthday for the better part of a half hour, while Vanessa recorded every second, wishing desperately that Ashton was here to share the moment with her in real time.

When they made their way back upstairs to retrieve Bailey from her nap, she sent Ashton the video captioned “We miss Papa.”

She barely had time to pick up Bailey before her phone was ringing. “Hi, love,” she answered quickly, already feeling better as Ashton’s face appeared on her phone screen.

“Hey,” he sniffed.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. I just got your video so I figured I’d call.”

“Papa?” Mason asked, recognizing Ashton’s voice.

“Yes, sweet boy,” Vanessa told him, bringing down the phone so Ashton and Mason could see each other.

“Papa!” Mason cried in excitement, grabbing for the phone.

“Mase!” Ashton matched the enthusiasm.

Vanessa let them talk with each other which was really just Ashton asking Mason questions and getting varied versions of “Papa,” as a response, as she got Bailey changed. “Let me see, Momma, Mase,” Ashton directed once Vanessa was situated on the couch in the living room with both kids.

“Hi, love,” Vanessa said again when she took the phone from Mason.

“Hi, baby.”

“We miss you.”

“I miss you guys too. So fuckin’ much.” He wiped at his face and sniffed. “Fuck, it’s so stupid. I’ve gone on so many tours and said so many goodbyes, but this… I’ve never wanted to come home more in my life. Like this is fuckin’ killing me…”

“Ash…” she pouted. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sent you the video.”

“No,” he rushed. “No, I’m glad you did. The guys are gonna love watching him play when I show them later. I just wish I could be there with you guys. Or have you here with us.”

“We’ll see you in LA, love,” she reminded both of them.

“Yeah, I know. Just wish it could be for longer than just the day.”

“Maybe it could be?” she suggested hopefully. “Maybe we could travel with you guys for a bit?”

“Would you?” Ashton asked, trying to keep his excitement at bay. “Like meet us in San Diego, and stay with us through San Francisco?”

“Yeah!” she agreed. “Like that. That would be fun.”

By the time they ended the call so he could go do sound check, both of them were buzzing with excitement at the prospect of getting to spend longer than a short afternoon with each other.

~~~

Are you sure you’re fine with this?” Vanessa asked for what felt like the millionth time. She was packing up the rented minivan to drive down to San Diego with Y/N and Lily to meet up the guys on tour. While Finn had more than happily agreed that Vanessa should take both kids to see Ashton on tour, she still felt bad that the week she would be gone was cutting into what would have been Finn’s week. 

“Ness, for the millionth time, it’s fine,” Finn told her as he helped buckle Mason into his seat. “I’ll see you guys in two days for the LA show. Now, drive safe, text me when you get there, and tell the guys I said hi.”

“If you change your mind…”

“Ness, I swear to God if you don’t get in that car and drive, I’m driving you myself. Y/N, a little help, here?”

The other woman held up her hands defensively. “She’s a mom, Finn. We’re wired to worry.”

“Yeah, about the kids, not the exes. I’m a grown ass man who’s been living on his own for over a year. I’ll be fine, Ness.”

“Finn?”

“Oh my God, woman… what?”

“Go on a date when I’m gone, yeah?”

Finn playfully shook Vanessa’s head in his hands. “Go!”

“Alright, alright…” she huffed.

A drive that should have taken two hours at most, took closer to five between the toddlers whining that they had to go to the bathroom and Bailey fussing every fifty or so miles.

“Papa!” Mason called out, immediately thrashing in his seat while Lily cried out for Luke in a similar fashion when they finally pulled up to where the guys were staying, and found Ashton and Luke waiting for them with Calum and Michael. “Momma!” Mason yelled in frustration.

“Patience, sweet boy,” Vanessa told him as she got out of the van and opened the back door to help him down. She was just as excited to see Ashton as Mason was. And the sooner Mason stopped squirming so she could get him out…

“Papa!” Mason called again as his feet hit pavement, running full speed at Ashton.

“Mase!” Ashton crouched down, a huge grin on his face as he swooped the boy into his arms. He jogged over to Vanessa who put Bailey on her hip. “There’s my girls!” Ashton greeted, wrapping Vanessa and Bailey into him with Mason. “Fuck, I’ve missed you guys.”

“We’ve missed you too,” she croaked back, a little surprised at the crack in her voice and the tear rolling down her cheek.

“I’ll be home the week after you guys leave,” Ashton reassured, his voice low in her ear as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“No, I know,” Vanessa sniffed. “It’s just…”

“Harder than you thought? Yeah, I know. C’mon, let’s get you guys inside.”

“Yes! And Mason can show you guys his new trick. Luke’s gonna love it.”

“New trick?”

“We’ve been working on names. He can say everybody’s now. Although I’m not sure if he’s saying ‘Luke’ or ‘Duke’ but still. It’s really cool.”

Ashton smiled at the boy in his arms. “You can say everyone’s names? Good job, bud! Who’s that?” he asked, started out simple by pointing at Michael.

“Ikey!”

“And who’s that?” He pointed at Calum.

“Cal!”

“That’s right!” Calum praised, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Who am I, Mase?” Luke asked.

“Uke!” Mason told him while Lily answered, “Dada.”

“That’s my boy,” Ashton beamed with pride.

“Papa,” Mason said, nuzzling his face into Ashton’s chest.

“I missed and love you too, Mase.”

~~~

The fans were pressed frantically against the barriers, excitement lacing every movement. Vanessa tightened her grip on Mason’s hand, but he angrily let go, pushing his small body in front of her, a scowl on his face. “Baie,” he whispered, putting as much menace into the name as he could muster.

Ashton laughed and picked up the boy, while Vanessa told him, “It’s okay, sweet boy. These are Papa’s friends. Do you want to say hi?”

He shook his head, reaching out to grab Bailey’s hand. “Baie.”

“Bailey’s fine, bud,” Ashton said.

Still, the scowl remained on Mason’s face while the fans cooed over how cute Ashton and Luke’s family were. The scowl didn’t come off his face until sound check was over and they were all safely backstage. “See?” Vanessa said, gesturing about the room. “No people. Just us.”

“Baie,” he responded, making grabby hands for his sister.

“Yes, you can hold her.”

“Me too?” Lily asked softly with big soft eyes.

Vanessa laughed. “Yes, you can hold her too, sweet girl. Here, watch how Mase holds her, and then you can have a turn.”

Lily watched intently while Mason held his sister. “Baie, Baie, Baie,” the both sang softly to the baby, Mason shifting closer to Lily so both of them could hold Bailey together.

“She’ll make one hell of a big sister some day,” Vanessa commented to Y/N as all the adults watched the three small children with soft smiles.

“Who better to learn from than the world’s best big brother?”

~~~

“I’m really glad you guys are here,” Ashton murmured as they got settled in for the night after the show. The kids had been out for close to an hour, and the adults were slowly making their own way to turning in for the night.

“I’m really glad we’re here too.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

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[cal-puddies]

Unholy || Ashton Irwin || Luke Hemmings

Based off the Hey Violet song

also, smut.

You feel the fingers slide around your waist and grin, suddenly your body is flush against someone a little harder.

You know it’s not your boyfriend when he whispers in your ear because he doesn’t have to hunch over awkwardly, and in general he’s rougher with you.

You giggle and your lips meet.

Part of the reason this was so good to you, was because it was so wrong. And you honestly hated that part of it.

“Been thinking about you every day for the last week.” Ash admits, his hands unbuttoning your pants as you enter the bedroom in your apartment.

“We don’t have time, Luke is gonna be here to pick me up soon. And it’s gonna be weird to explain you to him.” You gasp as Ashton quickly shoves two fingers into you without warning.

“I literally don’t care.” he assures you, pulling your pants down and pushing your over the bed.

Ashton was handsy and rough, he touched every inch of you he could reach, smacking your ass because he’d found you loved it. His hands came off of your body and you hear his belt and zipper on his pants. You look over your shoulder just in time to see him licking his fingers, he spreads you, rubbing  his wet fingers against you, and then taking the second to slick himself up.

You bite your lip in anticipation as you wait for him to push in, and when he finally does, you grip the bed spread and bite it, letting out a little whimper.

“Fuck… you’re always so wet for me.” he groans, hips snapping hard into you.

You loved the way Ashton used you. You loved Luke, would go to the ends of the earth for him and he you, but he just wasn’t what you wanted in bed, and he got super uncomfortable if you asked to try something new.

One bottle of wine and a slip of the tongue with Ashton and he had you bent over naked with your ass beat red while Luke was out of town once, and it’s continued on since then.

“Fuck yes, Ash… harder.” You moan, gripping tight to the bedspread.  His hand came down hard on your bare ass and then it wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you up against him.

There were rules, of course, no marks, not anything Luke would pick up on, but Ashton was his own man and he very rarely abided by the rules.

Case in point, he was sucking a hickey into the soft flesh of your neck before you could comprehend what he was doing.

“Some day he’s gonna notice these…” Ash smirks.

“He’s one of…. Fuuuuuuck… your… uh uh… best friends…” you whimper.

“I know… and if you don’t cum for me now, you’re cumming for me at the party.” he responds.

“He’ll be there!” You exclaim.

“Then, I guess you better cum.” He smirks.

And in the next moment, Luke is knocking on the door, Ashton is pulling out and heading straight for the bathroom, leaving you to quickly cover yourself.

You pull your panties and jeans up from around your ankles and silently thank anyone listening that Ashton hadn’t taken your shirt and bra off… but he’d known there wasn’t time.

You quickly make your way to the door, fixing your hair and catching your breath along the way. Today you were thankful that Luke liked to knock before coming in.

You yell “Coming.” So Luke knows you’re heading to let him in.

“Except you didn’t” Ashton smirks, coming out of the bathroom.

“Shut the fuck up.” You lightly smack his chest and open the door. “Hey Luke!” You grin.

“”Hey babe!” He grins back and pulls you into a kiss. “Ash…?” He gives a confused look.

You shrug, “He said you said he could ride with us.”

Luke seems to think on it for minute and then nods. “I guess if I told him that…”

It was a very tense ride to the party, surprisingly. It’s as if Luke was starting to pick up a vibe between you and Ash.

“Hey, is it cool if I stay tonight?” He asks, a hand landing on your thigh.

“Luke Hemmings…I didn’t think there was a chance you weren’t.” You declare.

“Ok, I was just checking.” He says in mock defense.

“You haven’t been home in weeks. I need some time with my man.” You insist, wrapping your arms around his. He leans over and presses a hard, some what sloppy kiss to your lips. It was possessive and it was definitely something new.

He quickly glances at Ashton over your shoulder to make sure he’d been paying attention.

Ashton quickly goes his own way once you arrive at the party, but not before telling you he’ll be looking for you in a little while. Leaving you with a quick “You’re not the only one who didn’t cum.” Before disappearing into the crowd.

“Is it just me, or has Ash been spending a lot of time with you lately.” Luke asks, handing you a drink.

“Well he is how I met you.” You shrug. “We were friends before there was you and I.” You remind him.

“But barely… you’d only known each other for a few months before he introduced us.” He sighed as he saw that tense look cross your face. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, “look I’m not trying to fight tonight. I just think maybe the two of you should assess how much time you’ve been spending together. I want to be spending that kind of time with you.”

“Then you need to be here Luke. You’re always gone.” You pout.

“Then I’ll make an effort to be around more, and I know I’ve been kind of weird in the bedroom… I promise I’ll make more of an effort to give you what you want.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips and quickly deepens it, giving it a little more of the sloppy feel it had earlier, and you were definitely digging it. Especially when Luke’s hands went to your ass and started to grope you.

This is the exact behavior you wanted from him, and you let out a little moan into the kiss to show approval.

“Fuck, you’re naughty.” He whispers.

“You knew that when we started dating.” You grin, giving him a kiss.

Ashton bides his time. He waits until Luke is drunk and won’t miss you, he’s not trying to get caught and hurt one of his best friends, after all.  

“Upstairs, 5 minutes.” He whispers passing you by. You wait a couple minutes and excuse yourself from the group you’re talking to. Luke is off being loud somewhere else. Shockingly, you can’t see him, but you can hear him.

You make your way up the stairs, Ashton is standing alone in the hall. “C’mere princess.” He motions to the open door next to him. He shuts the door behind you two and you giggle as he presses against you. “Luke seems to be getting possessive.” He mentions, undoing his pants and pulling them down to mid thigh.

“Yeah, we’re probably gonna have to cool it for a while after this.” You admit, Ash’s hands quickly work at the button on your jeans and he roughly pushes them down, and again, pushes you against the bed.

“Damn… I’m gonna miss this ass.” He says, giving it a firm smack.

“What, you’re not gonna fight me on this?” You ask, in shock.

Ashton slips into you and you gasp, “nope, you’ll come back to me eventually. Until then, I’ll make you cum and fill you with my cum so you can’t fuck him tonight.”

“He’s in no shape to…” Ashton snaps his hips hard into you.

“Don’t talk about him while I’m fucking you, babe.” He insists.

For the next five minutes, as Ashton’s hips snap against your ass in an increasing rate and his fingers rub your clit hard and fast, the only sounds are his grunts and your moans and the faint sound of the music and party noise. Ashton is finally about to cum, and you know it. His hand grips tight at your ass, “you close baby?” He asks.

“Yeah Ash, I’m gonna cum.” You assure, pressing your face into the bedspread.

“Fuck that’s it babe, squeeze my cock.” He encourages, smacking your ass again. A few seconds later, he is cumming. Once he pulls out, he keeps rubbing your clit until you also orgasm. You lay, panting, and Ash smacks your ass again, “I’ll miss this view.” He grabs a handful of your ass and let’s go. “C’mon you’ve been gone too long, he’s gonna notice.”

“I’m gonna miss the way you use me.” You admit, pushing yourself up off the bed and pulling your pants up.

“I know you are.” He says, pushing your hair off your face and pulling you in for a kiss. “Ok, go back to your boyfriend.” He smacks your ass as you pass him, heading for the door.

“Bye Ash.” You say quietly, turning to look at him before opening the door.

You head downstairs, a little sad about Ash, but also excited to see what Luke has up his sleeves.

You immediately find him and take a swig of the drink he was holding. “Where’d you get off to?” He asks.

“Umm my head hurts, so… can we leave? I just wanna take a shower and go to bed.” You say, tucking yourself into him.

“Yeah baby, I’ll get us an Uber.” He squeezes you against him. “Do you wanna let Ash know?”

“No babe, he’ll figure it out.” You assure.

You got home, Luke passed out on the bed Ash had fucked you on earlier, and you jumped in the shower to wash him off.

You change for bed and climb in next to Luke, noting he’d managed to strip his clothes off, and was left in his underwear. He wrapped his arm around you. “Sorry I got drunk, I’m gonna fuck you so good tomorrow.” He whispers, pressing his lips against your ear.

And Luke did not disappoint, it was as if he’d just decided to finally let his freak flag fly, and it actually bothered you that he’d been so anti these things and all of a sudden he was willing to do them. You were sure that he couldn’t have made that jump without help.

He’d woken you up with his tongue between your thighs, Luke had never shied away from oral, but it was never his go to, and he was completely different at it than he’d ever been.

Your fingers twined in his hair, “damn babe… when did you get so good at this?”

He slipped his fingers in and looked up at you, “maybe you’ve just grown accustomed to the way I do it…” he gave you a devilish grin before going back in for more.

You let it go, but you knew that wasn’t it.

Next you know, Luke’s pulling away and grinning at you. His large hand pushes up your belly and he gropes your tits. “You ready baby?”

He’s rolling on a condom and sliding himself into you. Pulling your leg up and against his chest. Once you’ve taken his length, he pulls out and slides back in, at a teasingly slow pace. This was never in his nature before.

Luke’s hands are all over, his lips on your chest and neck, your leg that’s resting up against his chest. As he’s getting closer to cumming, he grips onto your hip hard, knowing he’ll leave a bruise, and you love it, you moan out in approval. You whimper as he slams into you with more force than ever before.

Luke let’s your leg fall to the side as he leans over to kiss you, both of you making noises and out of breath. “Cum for me” he says, all breathy.

“I am Luke… fuck… oh my god.” One of his hands reaches between the two of you and he rests his forehead against yours and then rubs your clit hard. You bite his arm that’s next to your head and dig your nails into his skin at his thigh and chest and he’s grinning at you.

“Feel good princess?” He asks in a cocky tone. “Fuck… I’m close.”

“I know… I know… me too. Luke, please… please.” You beg, wanting it bad.

He chuckles a little, “what are you begging for? I’ve never denied you an orgasm… yet.”

And then, your cumming, and Luke’s cumming. And you wish he wasn’t wearing the condom, not because you want to get pregnant but because you like the way it feels, and birth control is your friend, especially with Ash’s aversion to condoms.

Luke pulls out and drops to his back next to you to catch his breath, you look over at him and he reaches his hand behind your neck and pulls you in to kiss you hard. He lets you go and gets up, going to take his condom off, and you follow to use the bathroom and clean yourself up.

You both get back in bed when done and you cuddle into him. “You ok?” He asks quietly, fingertips running over bruises he’d created on your hips and thighs.

“I’m so perfect right now… that was… incredible.” You smile. “So, what made you do this? Two weeks ago you were afraid to do anything other than missionary and today you’re bruising me.”

“I just knew our sex life was leaving you unpleased, so… I wanted to try something you’d like.”

You pull away and sit up, grabbing the sheet to cover you. “I’ve never said I was displeased… I don’t mind the sex we have.. I just wish it was more like what we just did.”

“Well you got what you wanted.” He said, propping his head up on his arm and laying on his side. You go to say something and he holds his hand up. “Don’t pretend you’re perfect, I know you’ve been fucking Ash… I’ve known for awhile. So just consider us even.” He snarked and got out of bed. He shut the bathroom door behind him indicating you were not welcome to his shower.

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Got To Go My Own Way part 7

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Chapter 7: First Time for Everything

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"Chris, stay with me." Velvet whined feeling the bed shift as Josh got out of it. "I have to go." He grounded out, he needed to go. He had to get away from her. "Will you come back? " He shook his head pulling his shirt over his head.

" You do realize that she isn't going to be home she is going to be with James or Aj and Daniels."

Chris shrugged his shoulders she was probably right, the trio would never let Ajay out of their sights for long. They never did.  Not even when he and Ajay were at their happiest. He didn't blame them at all, she was never from his sights when they were together. He shook his head and scooped his bag up and walked out of the hotel room.

Velvet let out a frustrated shriek once the door swung shut.  She thought that since he and Ajay were broken up now, he would want to be with her. After all she was Velvet Sky and you couldn't  get any better than that.  

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"Pix come on. You have to get up. " James said lowly in Ajay's ear.

"No." She whimpered rubbing her face against the sticky leather.  " Why did we sleep on the couch?"

James shrugged his shoulders, they had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room and her ringing cell phone woke him up.

She slid out of his arms and wrapped the blanket around her body. She rubbed her eyes again before looking at her phone. She blinked a few times before looking at the messages. "Shit I am late, I was supposed to meet Daniels and AJ an hour ago."

"I'm sure they will forgive for you."  

She nodded her head before leaning back against the couch her blue eyes on him.  "About last night. " she started.

James shook his head and grabbed a fistful of hair and brought her mouth down onto his.  She pulled back breathless. " What happened last night happened. It's not gonna change anything." He said his fingers undoing the knot of the blanket. She nodded her head as he grasped her hip to pull her onto his lap. He buried his face between her breasts  nuzzling them she whimpered softly before hearing the front door open.

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Chris was in a foul mood when he arrived at the house he formerly shared with Ajay. His anger was coursing through him as he unlocked the door. He couldn't believe that Ajay brought James back to their house.  Their house the place where they were going to start and raise a family. A low whimper followed by James's name. He stepped into the living room and froze seeing the compromising position his fiancée and one of her best friends were in. "What the hell is going on?" He shouted.

"Chris, it's not what it looks like." She started moving away from James.

"Oh so you didn't fuck him last night?"

"Oh she did. All night." James piped up before laughing as Ajay threw her dress at his head. She wrapped herself back up in the blanket and looked at Josh.

"You made your choice Chris." She said, "Lacie saw you leaving the impact zone last night with her. I am not the guilty party. You are."

Red hot anger coursed through him as he stepped towards Ajay. James stood up quickly and put himself between them.

"Calm down right now Sabin," he said.

"Don't tell me to calm down asshole." He said squaring his shoulders and going to reach around James to get to Ajay.

James pushed him back, "stop right now. Ajay go upstairs and get dressed."

She licked her lips and stepped around him clutching the blanket around her tighter. "We aren't done here yet." Chris said.

"Yes you are." He growled sending a shiver up Ajays spine, "Ajay upstairs now." She nodded her head and climbed the stairs.

"Listen boy, you are going to leave her alone."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"I can and will. Leave her alone until she's ready to talk and or forgive you."  

"She won't stay away from me. She loves me."

"That maybe true but you hurt her and she needs time."

Chris shook his head, "whatever James." He shook his head bitterly before turning on his heel to leave.

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Ajay came back downstairs dressed and a packed suitcase in her hand. "Everything okay?" She asked looking up at him.

"Fine  Pix." He answered kissing her forehead, he went over and started pulling his clothes back on, "Ready to come stay with me?” "Yeah, I am going to get Joey first. I need to see him.” James nodded his head. She went over to him and raised herself up on her toes and kissed his lips softly. "Thank you.Really thank you."

James nodded and slapped her ass before moving away from her. "Let's go before Daniels and AJ send search parties out for you."

"They would too sometimes they are worse than Adam and Jay."

James laughed and opened the door. "Don't let them hear you say that."

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Ajay stepped into the cool restaurant and smiled seeing Daniels, Frankie and AJ sitting a booth. She went over to them and leaned over kissing Daniels's cheek and bumping her fist against Frankie’s, "sorry I am late." She said before sitting next to AJ. "What happened?" He asked putting his arm around her in a hug.

“Overslept then Chris showed up at the house.”

“He did what?” AJ asked as the waitress sat down a couple of menus on the table. “Thank you.” Ajay said smiling at the waitress. “Sugar focus.’ He said, “What happened when he showed up?”

“He showed up at the house wanted to talk. James spent the night last night told him no. He went to grab me and James stepped in.”  she answered looking at the menu.

“Okay stop this Ashton.” AJ said pulling the menu away from her. He wanted to get to the bottom of this. His heart had went out to her the night before when he found out about it. He didn’t get a chance to talk to her after the show thanks to her meeting with Jeff and then leaving with James right after that.

“Stop what Al?” She asked looking at him. “Stop acting like you aren't  hurting. We know you are.” he said as Daniels kicked him under the table giving him a look and Frankie shook his head. He had from Traci what had happened and he didn’t want to hear it again from her, he knew that if she was upset then they were all going to end up getting involved in a fight with Chris and that was the last thing that he wanted too. He loved Ajay to pieces but he didn’t want to start fighting with his friend because of her.

“You are right Allen, I am hurting but I refuse to let the fact that he cheated on me with her get me down and drag me into a place I don’t want to go again.” She said pushing her hair behind her ears. “I refuse to do it. I can’t do it. Not with Joey. He doesn’t deserve a shutdown mother and douchebag father.”

“Okay sugar.” He said holding his hands up in defense.

“So James stayed over last night.’ Daniels said changing the subject and wiggling his eyebrows at her. “How was that?”

“It was fine Dan.” she said a smirk pulling at her lips.

“You slept with him didn’t you?” he asked

Ajay shrugged her shoulders and pulled the menu back to her. The last thing she wanted to do was blab what happened between her and James. She knew that she would have to tell Lacie, Traci and Bailey, that was only because she told them everything anyways. “Skank.” Frankie teased. “Asshole.” She shot back with a grin.

“Petey seemed kind of upset last night when we left.” AJ commented. “ He knew that Chris slept with her and didn’t tell me.’ She said softly, “So he’s upset because I am upset with him.”

“You two never keep anything from each other.” “Well there is a first time for everything.” She shrugged shifting to sit back against the booth. “And honestly I am surprised that it took this long for this to happen. If he kept this from me what else did he keep from me?”

[lucky-peanut]

Ashton’s Good Girl

Ditching the last ten minutes of lunch, I make my way to the supply closet in between the locker rooms, across from the gym. Making sure no one is around to see me, I quietly open the door; only to let out a yelp as a firm hand grips my wrist, pulling me inside.

“Shh, babe we have to be quiet!” a silky voice meets my ear. I’m pressed against the door, closing it back into place.

“That’s not what you said last night.” I tease back, innocently looking into my boyfriend’s gorgeous brown eyes. Ashton chuckles and my mind fills with the sounds of our moans from the steamy evening in his room.

“You really are the best study partner I could have asked for.” Ashton replies, giving my ass a light squeeze.

All conversation ends there, with only ten minutes before our next class we had to get moving. Our lips crash together, tongues battling for dominance; Ashton always winning and invading my senses with his touch. I don’t give up the fight though, kissing down his neck, stopping at a known sweet spot, sucking hard. He moans my name, clearly enjoying the feeling, but something stops him, and he pushes my shoulders back to free himself.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love when you do that, but I can’t keep hiding all these hickies. Calum saw one the other day, and now my friends are asking questions, and I can’t exactly tell them that I’m seeing you.” Ashton says in a concerned tone.

“Why not?” I get defensive.

“It’s just, y/n, they think you’re this uptight, prissy, little goodie two-shoes, and I don’t want us to have to hear their crap about us dating all the time.”

“I am not prissy and uptight…” I start.

“I know that, but they still think what they want.”

“I don’t judge you and your friends for running around, getting in trouble all the time.”

“Well you used too.” Ashton points out. “All I’m saying is, they wouldn’t understand. You’re just too much of a good girl.”

“I can be bad.” I say as the bell rings, signalling that our closet time is up.

“Sure you can.” Ashton laughs, opening the door for me.

“Watch me! In fact, I’ll see you after school.” an idea coming to me.

“But I have detention…”

“I know.”

-End of the Day-

So Ashton was right, with only to classes left and my stellar relationship with all the teachers, there was nothing I could that would result in getting a detention; but I was determined to find a way into that library.

Putting my goodie two-shoes on, I turn to my last resort and head into Mr. Henkel’s classroom.

“Mr. Henkel?” “Hmm? Oh, y/n, what can I do for you?” he asks, looking up from the pile of papers scattered along his desk.

“Well I heard that you gave Ashton Irwin a detention today…” I begin, only to be cut off.

“Yes, but I fail to see how that has anything to do with you.”

“Well it does. You see, he’s my partner...for a history project...and today was one of the few days we were going to be able to work on it.” I think fast. Mr. Henkel seems to believe the information, and motions for me to keep going, “So I was wondering if you would write me a pass into detention…so we could still work on the project?”

Mr. Henkel thinks this over for a moment, then grabs a notepad, scribbling something down.

“You’re a good student y/n. Make sure Ashton doesn’t make you do all the work.” Mr. Henkel says, handing me the note. I frown at his comment and lack of confidence in Ashton, but thank him anyway before heading to the library. Walking in everyone stares, but the only person I care about is Ashton. Sitting backwards in a chair, drumming his fingers on a table near the back with his friends, his face turns to a smirk, shaking his head in disbelief.

“What’s the stiff doing here?’ his friend Michael calls across the room, earning a nudge in the arm from Ashton.

Heading to the librarian, who has the unfortunate job of running detention, I hand her my note. She looks relieved upon reading that I wasn’t actually given a real detention, and motions for me to find a seat.

“Alright, most of you know the drill by now. For the next two hours there will be no bathroom breaks, no water breaks, no eating, drinking or smoking in my library. I’m looking at you, Miss. Taylor. You will either do homework, or reshelve books, nothing else. And computers are now off limits. Thank Mr. Lombardi, we are still getting rid of the virus he installed. Do I make myself clear?” The librarian lists off, walking between the tables like a sergeant.

Everyone replies with some sort of yes or groan before grabbing things from their bags, walking around, or making themselves comfortable in the chairs.

“Oh, Mr. Irwin. Your teacher specified that you are to work on your history project only, I better not see you slacking off.” the librarian turns back again.

“But I don’t have a history…oooh.” Ashton almost blows it, but catches on when he sees me approaching him.

“And just what did you do to get a detention? Call out a teacher for giving you an A- instead of an A?” Luke mocks me. Ashton wants to say something, but I cut in myself for once.

“Oh bite me Hemmings.” I tell him, grabbing Ashton’s arm and tugging him towards an

aisle of bookshelves.

“I can’t believe you just said that! You’re a badass, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” Ashton whisper shouts, playfulness in his eyes.

“What can I say, all good girls have a little bad in them.” I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. With the two of us though, one is never enough. It’s a full blown make-out session in a matter of seconds. Ashton pressing me against the shelf, holding my leg around his waist, my fingers pulling at his hair.

“What the hell....” a shocked voice comes from our side.

Barely breaking apart, we turn to see Calum looking between the two of us.

“Still think she’s a good girl?” Ashton asks with a smirk, before turning his attention back to me.