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Weak Knees
Summary: Kisses are magic.
A/N: A small thing based on a partially real/partially embellished conversation I had that I think Calum would totally say (read: I prompt requested myself).
Word Count: 430
And away, and away we go!
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Kisses were easily your favorite form of intimacy. Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses. Quick goodbye kisses. Long hello kisses. Slow, deep kisses. Warm, sleepy kisses. As long as lips were on skin, you were a fan.
Lucky for you, Calum spoke a similar language. It was the way how no matter what you were doing, the moment his lips were on you, you stopped dead in your tracks, the world falling away. And he’d watch in delight as a warmth spread through your body and a cheesy grin broke out across your face. It was usually followed by your cheeks flushing, and a muttered scold of “Cal!” in an embarrassed tone before quickly resuming your task, but you both knew that you lived for those sweet interruptions.
You leaned against the bed as you toed off your shoes and scrolled through your phone, too lazy to make the effort to actually sit down fully on the bed. Calum grabbed a towel from the cupboard, tucking it under his arm before peeling off his shirt. “I’m gonna take a shower,” he mentioned, moving to stand by you to be closer to the hamper as he tossed his discarded shirt into it. He missed, the fabric falling softly to the floor. “Damn…”
“S’alright,” you told him, not taking your eyes off your phone. “I’ll get it. Go take your shower, love.” You casually adjusted to have your arms propping you up to keep you from sliding down the edge of the bed as your socked toes dug to keep their grip on the carpeted floor.
“Wanna join me?” he asked, ducking down to give you a kiss at the same time you started slipping down the side of the bed again. He gave a smug little laugh as his hands flew to your waist. “I know I make your knees weak, but Jesus, don’t fall.”
“Shut up!” you laughed, pushing him back. “The blankets are causing me to slide down.”
“Mhm, sure… blame the blankets.”
“Shut up,” you muttered again, shaking your head as your cheeks turned pink.
“So, that’s a no on joining me in the shower?”
“I dunno,” you shrugged, playing coy. “My knees seem to be on the weak side.”
The small smirk that had been gracing his lips since his quick-witted quip grew. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I gotcha.” And as if to prove it, he swiftly picked you up in his arms, and when you started to squeal in surprise and protest, he silenced you with another kiss, grinning all the more when your body relaxed into his hold.
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For Cal and Adh I'd recommend digging through Galcal Irwin's masterlist!!
thanks for all the recs guys, I’m definitely gonna check out @galcalirwin ‘s masterlist along with the other ones which had been recommended so prepare for a reblog spree in the following days :)
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New Normal
Request in which you start dating Ashton after you guys have been friends for a while and you keep laughing at the romantic things he does because you’re awkward.
Author’s note: Okay, but seriously! This is EXACTLY how all those best friend to lover fics would ACTUALLY end because “eh it wouldn’t be much different than it is now” is a fuckin’ LIE! (spoken from experience of dating my friend and both of us having to work through that hella awkward phase [Bree… aren’t you and Monsieur Wife STILL in that stage though? You know what?! You’re not WRONG, but I still hate it....])
Word Count: ~800
And away, and away we go!
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You opened the door to your apartment, Ashton waiting on the other side, dressed nicely in a button down tucked into black jeans, hair slicked back, and a bouquet of flowers in one hand. A fit of giggles bubbled up inside of you. “What?!” Ashton asked with fake indignation.
“Nothing…” You clapped a hand over your mouth, a few squeaks of laughter escaping anyway. “You just look…”
“Like I’m gonna take my girlfriend out on a date? Would you stop laughing?!”
You snickered, shaking your head. “Alright, alright. Sorry, sorry. You look really handsome.” You nodded at the flowers in his hand. “Are those for me?”
“Yeah,” he said, handing them over.
You inhaled the sweet fragrance deeply, a soft smile on your lips. “Thanks, Ash. They’re really pretty. Let me go put these in water, and then we can go.”
“Okay, babe,” Ashton answered with a smile, and a kiss on your cheek.
You paused momentarily as you walked to your kitchen. “Babe…” you said slowly, testing out the word. “Babe. Babe! Babe? Babe.” You kept testing the word as you filled a vase with water and put the flowers.
“Uh… should I not call you that?” he asked.
“Just a weird word, don’t you think?”
“No? You’re my girlfriend. What else am I supposed to call you?”
“I dunno,” you laughed.
He gave you a funny look. “Okay… well let me know when you figure it out… Ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
When he opened the car door for you, you started laughing again. “Really? You gotta stop doing that…”
“Sorry! Sorry!” Your hand flapped as you took a few wheezy breaths. You couldn’t help that Ashton was the world’s most adorable boyfriend. And you couldn’t help that after being his friend for three years, watching him treat you so sweetly was the highest form of entertainment. “You don’t have to treat me like this. You can just treat me normal,” you told him as he got in on the driver’s side.
“I am treating you normal,” he huffed. “This is how I treat my girlfriends.”
“Okay, okay. Sorry. This is an adjustment.”
“Alright… but could you stop laughing at me?”
“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the situation in general. It’s a little silly.”
“But good silly?”
You nodded. “Definitely good silly.”
“Good.” He started to reach out for you, but stopped, his hand hovering inches over yours. “Can I?” he checked.
“Yes,” you chuckled, interlacing your fingers with his. “You’re fuckin’ adorable, you know that?”
“Not trying to be adorable,” he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss across your knuckles. “Just being normal.”
“How is this easy for you?” you wondered aloud. “Like how can you switch into this role so easily, and I can’t?”
“Maybe because you’re overthinking it? Like, we have the advantage here. We can skip straight to the fun parts of dating. We don’t have to do the awkward getting to know each other part or trying to impress each other. We can just… be in a relationship.”
“A relationship where you bring me flowers, hold my hand, and kiss me.”
“Yeah! The fun things.”
“I’m making this awkward, aren’t I?”
“A little,” he chuckled. “But I don’t care. You’re a little awkward. That’s part of why I like you.”
“I like you too, babe.”
“Aaaahhh!” he shivered. “That is weird.”
“See?! Told ya!”
“This gets easier right? Like we’ll be able to transition from friends to dating and it won’t feel so awkward?”
“I hope so. Cuz awkwardness aside, having you as my boyfriend is pretty cool.”
“Good,” Ashton laughed in relief. “Cuz nothing could be more awkward than you not liking being my girlfriend anymore.”
As he continued to drive, you focused on how his hand felt in yours: soft, warm, and perfect. You focused on his voice singing softly along with the radio, and the way he’d smile when his lips would find your knuckles at every red light. By the time he pulled into a spot outside the restaurant, you had never felt more at ease going into a first date. “Ready?” he asked with a hopeful smile, one hand holding open your door, the other held out for you to grab.
“Wait,” you said, butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing in your chest.
“What? Something wrong?” His eyebrows pulled together in worry, his face like a puppy’s.
“There’s something I wanna do first.”
“What? What is it?”
“This.” You tugged at his hand, pulling him to you, your lips finding his.
You felt him smile against your mouth, his hands cupping your face as you relinquished control of the kiss to him. “Fuck…” he breathed, his eyes shining as you broke apart. “Look who got out of her head.”
“Fuck you,” you giggled, heat rising to your cheeks.
“At least let me buy you dinner first,” he winked.
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Unforgettable
Request in which friend!Ashton ends up kissing you when he steps in to help you away from some creep at the bar.
A/N: Gave me hella Unforgettable vibes by Thomas Rhett, so that is my inspiration for this.
Word Count: ~800
And away, and away we go!
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You were singing along softly to the Coldplay song playing through the speakers, when your phone pinged. You sighed as you swiped on the notification from your friend letting you know that they had gotten stuck at work and actually weren’t going to make it. Well, at least the music is good, you thought as you took a sip from your mostly full drink. Enjoy the music, finish the drink, head home. Sounded as good a plan as any.
You took another sip, standing up from your seat and dancing in a small circle. No sense in being miserable about being alone. “Oops!” you giggled when you accidentally brushed into someone.
“No, no,” the stranger told you. “Was my bad. Wasn’t watching where I was going.” He raised a large hand to push a stubborn brown curl out of his hazel eyes, his words either accented or slightly slurred. “You good, sweetheart?”
“You’re drunk,” you giggled again.
“Sober actually,” was the response with a cute smile that made dimples pop in his cheek.
“Yeah, right.”
The man giggled. “Alright. I might be a bit buzzed.”
“I might be t-”
“Excuse me,” another voice asked, and both you and the cute stranger turned to look at the other man.
“Yes?” you asked.
“Was wondering if maybe you wanted to dance?”
You grabbed the stranger you had bumped into by the hand. “I was actually just about to dance with my boyfriend here. But, thank you. I’m flattered.”
The new man pulled a face as he took in “your boyfriend” who gave back a boyish grin and a waggle of his long fingers, before tugging you out onto the floor, both of you giggling like crazy. “Boyfriend, huh?”
“I panicked!” you laughed.
“You think pretty well on your feet. Wouldn’t have gone with boyfriend, though.”
“Oh? And what do you suppose I should have gone with instead?”
“Husband,” he grinned, spinning you around to the beat of the music. “I’m gonna marry you someday, don’t you know that?”
“Then I should probably ask your name, shouldn’t I?”
“Ashton.”
“Y/N.”
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~8 Months Later~
Your fingers drummed against the bar top as you waited. The guys had told you they’d be there in five minutes, twenty minutes ago. If Ashton and Calum were sitting on some fucking curb covered in milkshakes and eating chicken strips again, you swore you were gonna kill them. “Can I buy you a drink?” a man asked, sliding up next to you.
“I’m good, thanks,” you answered politely, flashing your drink that was still half full.
“A dance, then?”
“No, thanks.”
“Aw, c’mon. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t sit by herself all night.”
“Again, I’m good thanks.”
“Was just asking if you wanted a drink, or dance a bit. Don’t know how that’s rude…”
“No. What is rude is you not accepting my answer. Which, again, in case you’re still having trouble, is thank you, but no.”
“Bitch…”
“Excuse me?!”
“Bitch,” he enunciated clearly.
“F-”
“Hey, baby!” Ashton called out, jogging to your side. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.” As he spoke, he started peppering your face with kisses, the last one landing on your lips.
“What the hell?” you giggled, as you broke apart, the man who’d been trying his luck with you, long gone.
“Looked like you were about to rip that guy’s head off, so I thought you could use some help. You good?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Better now that you’re here. Why’d you kiss me, though?”
“Had to sell it?” Ashton giggled with uncertainty. “Sorry…”
“No, it’s fine… just took me by surprise at all. Kinda gave me flashbacks to how we met too.”
“Heh, yeah I guess huh? You probably woulda slapped me if I had kissed you back then, though.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“You’re wearing the same shoes,” Ashton pointed out.
“You remember what shoes I was wearing when we met?”
“Course I do. I remember everything about that night.”
“Oh? Do tell.” You rested your chin in the palm of your hands, batting your eyelashes dreamily up at him.
Ashton laughed. “Alright, alright. Well, you were wearing those shoes. And blue jeans. Not these ones you have on. A different pair. The ones with the small tear at the cuff because you wear them so much.”
“Jesus,” you giggled into your drink.
“And you were drinking the same drink you’re drinking now. Because mango margaritas get you just the right amount of drunk. And you were singing. Coldplay.”
“Bravo,” you applauded, clapping your hands. “I don’t think I could’ve remembered all that. Only thing I really remember was you saying you were gonna marry me.”
“Oh, I still am,” Ashton winked. “That’s why I remember everything about that night. Can’t forget the night you met your wife, you know?”
“Oh, is that it?”
“Well, that and you’re pretty damn unforgettable.”
“Ash…” you blushed.
“Alright, alright. Sorry I kissed ya.”
“No, I- I just never know if you’re joking or not.”
“Well, I could kiss you again, if you want. And maybe this time you don’t ask me why? Or would asking you out on a date finally be the better option?”
“Both?”
Ashton chuckled, ducking his head down to capture your lips with his, with a passion you could feel all the way down into the tips of your toes. “Next Friday? 7?”
“It’s a date.”
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Thin Pink Line
Request in which you tell Ashton you’re pregnant even though you never wanted kids
A/N: Okay, but this actually happened to a friend of mine and now that spunky little niece of mine of gonna be 4.
Word Count: 1.2k
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Your fingers shook as they grabbed the box off the shelf and dropped it in your hand cart. The fact that you were even buying a pregnancy test was enough to set you in a panic. This shouldn’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You had made your stance on having children clear and steadfast: you didn’t want them. And Ashton, your sweet, loving husband who had never hid his own desire to have them, had loved and married you anyway. “Kids are nice, but you’re what I want. You and me, together, will always be more than enough for me,” he had told you. And to be honest, he was a little relieved. He loved his job, and as much as he wanted kids, he knew that would affect his career because he’d want to be a hands-on dad as much as he possibly could. And with you, he would never have to make that life-altering choice. Or so you had both thought…
Wait… you were getting ahead of yourself. You were only a few days late. There was no guarantee that you were pregnant. The test was just a precaution. Covering all your bases.
You threw some other random odds and ends in your hand basket, before hitting the self-checkout.
You breathed a sigh of relief that Ashton was still at the studio when you came home, giving you the chance to hide the box in your nightstand drawer. You didn’t want to worry Ashton if you didn’t have to. You breathed another sigh of relief when he messaged you that he’d be home late, unsure if you’d be able to keep your panic to yourself in his presence.
When you awoke in the morning, you checked that Ashton was sleeping soundly beside you, his chest rising and falling with each breath that fell out of his parted lips, before grabbing the box from your drawer and hightailing it to the bathroom.
You didn’t even need to set the timer. By the time you finished washing your hands, that undeniable pink line had formed in the result window. You slammed your fist on the counter, tears springing to your eyes. “Fuck…” you muttered. You took a moment to compose yourself before trudging back to bed.
Ashton’s arms instinctively reached for you when he felt your weight dip the bed on your side. “Hey, baby,” he mumbled, still more or less fully asleep. “Sorry I got home so late. But got the day off.”
“It’s fine, love,” you mumbled back, kissing his bare chest as you snuggled into him.
“Anything you wanna do today?”
“Whatever’s fine.”
“Mmmkay.” A kiss found its way into your hair. “Gotta pee.”
You heard him shuffle about the room, the sound of the light flicking on in the bathroom, and then a very confused, “Um… babe? What’s this?”
SHIT!
“What’s what?” you asked, silently cursing yourself for 1.) asking such a stupid question and 2.) not burying the damn thing!
Suddenly he was standing over you, the test wadded up in toilet paper in one of his hands, an eyebrow arched in silent question. “This…” he said. “What is this?”
“A pregnancy test,” you answered dumbly.
“Is it yours?”
“Yeah… you mad?”
“What? Why would I be mad?”
“Because I… we…” You sighed heavily. “I dunno.”
“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but I’m not mad. This is… well… how are you doing?”
“I think I’m in shock…”
“How accurate are these things?”
“Pretty damn accurate if you’re late.”
“And are you late?”
“Yeah…”
“Shit…”
“Ash?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m scared…”
The bed dipped and his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his side, his hands rubbing up and down your arm. “I know, baby, I know. We’ll figure this out. Whatever you want.”
“Even if I want…?” Your question hung in the air. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the word.
Ashton nodded solemnly. “Yeah. Even if you want that.” But neither one of you were entirely convinced he meant what he was saying. “Um… we should probably see a doctor. Just to confirm you know?”
You nodded, your body shaking. “Ash, I don’t know what happened. I- I think it might’ve happened when I changed my implant. I never wanted this! I’m sorry! I know you wanna be a dad! I know a bunch of people want babies and can’t! I should be happy, but I’m freaking the fuck out!”
“Look at me,” he coaxed. “I am not mad at you. I will support whatever choice you make. Okay? You not wanting kids is not some flaw I love you in spite of. I love you, period. You’re my wife. You’re the one I want to spend my life with. Kids or no kids, my family is always going to be whole because I have you.”
“But what if we don’t do this and ten years down the line, you hate me?” you asked in a horrified whisper.
“And what if we do and ten years down the line you hate me? Baby, there are a hundred million different outcomes to this. And who knows what’s gonna happen down the line. All I know is that right now, I love you, and I want you to do what you think is going to make you happiest. This isn’t a decision we need to rush. It’s not a decision we should rush. But I am going to love you no matter what.”
“Can we go get it confirmed first? Before we talk over the options?”
“Of course, baby.”
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The doctor’s smiling face was all you needed to see to know the answer, even before the question of “Do we want to discuss options?” left their mouth.
The doctor and your husband looked to you expectantly. You screwed your eyes tightly shut and behind your eyelids you saw a small bundle nice and snug in your arms. Ashton’s eyes and your hair. His dimpled cheeks and your wide smile. The best parts of both of you combined into someone so little and so perfect, and so uniquely them. And you saw them growing up, and you and Ashton there for every single moment. And god damn it! You never wanted this moment. But maybe what you wanted wasn’t what you needed. Maybe you needed that faint pink line, a starry night nursery, and ten perfect little fingers and toes. “No,” you shook your head. “No, I know what I need to do.”
“I’ll give you both a moment,” the doctor said, excusing themself, while Ashton’s hand gripped yours tightly.
“So you…” Ashton started, his voice hoarse.
“Need to keep the baby and raise it with you,” you nodded. “Yeah.”
The tension melted from Ashton’s shoulders as relief washed over him. “I love you baby, so fuckin’ much. C-can I ask what made you change your mind?”
“You.”
“Baby…” he protested.
“No, no,” you cut him off. “You are the best decision I ever made. Anybody else and I wouldn’t be able to do this. I wouldn’t want to. But you, Ashton? You make me want to do everything I never thought I wanted, because everything I never thought I wanted turns out to be everything I need in life. I love you. So fuckin’ much. And I’m gonna love you and our baby with everything I’ve got until the end of time.”
“Our baby…” Ashton breathed. “Fuck, that’s amazing. So we’re really doing this? All in? Straight into the deep end?”
“We’re really doing this. All in. Straight into the deep end.”
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My Damn Reflection
Request in which Ashton dates someone with an eating disorder.
A/N: I think that as a creative person, it’s important for me not to shy away from creating things on topics that might make others uncomfortable. That being said, I will A.) tag this fic accordingly and B.) make the disclaimer that I myself have no experience with having an ED, and therefore acknowledge that my (incredibly brief and basic) research is no substitute for anyone’s real experiences. And to you, my dear followers, you are beautiful as you are, so please take care of yourself.
Content warning: Eating disorders, body issues, issues with body image, etc.
Word count: 940
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“You okay?” Ashton asked as you picked at your dinner.
“Mhm,” you nodded, your fork pushing the food around your plate. “Why?”
“Well, you’re just not eating. Do you not like it?”
“No, it’s great!” You offered a half smile, forcing yourself to take a bite, chewing slowly.
“You’re not gonna hurt my feelings if you don’t like it. It’s okay.”
“No,” you continued, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Your cooking’s fine, babe. I’m just not that hungry, I guess.”
“Oh… are you sure?” He clapped a hand over his mouth as the latter part of his statement fell out. “Sorry. Forget I asked. If you’re not hungry, you’re not hungry.”
“No worries.” Again, you gave him a half smile, your insides starting to churn.
Ashton went back to eating his own dinner, while you continued to push your food around in circles, wondering if the small bite you had was already making you look bloated. You sighed inwardly, betting that it was. Eating always made you look bloated. And you hated looking bloated. “Okay,” Ashton spoke suddenly. “I can’t. I’m trying, but I can’t. I haven’t seen you eat all day. How are you not hungry? I don’t get it.”
“I’m just not…”
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice soft. “I’m not blind. I know you do this a lot. I just wanna know why. I’m worried about you.”
“Well, don’t. I’m a grown ass adult.”
“I’m your boyfriend. I’m gonna worry about you, love. I can’t help that.”
“And I can’t help that I’m not hungry.”
“Fine.”
Neither of you spoke another word on the subject, until he caught you staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, twisting your body this way, and that way, scrutinizing every inch. “Like what you see?” he flirted, his arms wrapping around your midsection, a kiss landing on your cheek with an exaggerated smack.
“Parts of it,” you answered honestly.
“Mmm, tell me,” he said, his hazel eyes watching you both in the mirror. When you described him, he frowned. “That’s me…”
“Yeah. That's what I like in the mirror.”
“I meant you, love. What do you like about you?”
“Is this about me not eating again? I told you. I wasn’t hungry.”
“No. This is about me asking you what you like about yourself when you see your reflection. But if you think there’s a connection between my concern at dinner and my concern now, then maybe we should talk about that.”
“Talk about what?!” you finally snapped, your eyes narrowing. “That I wanna slam my fist through this stupid mirror because I hate how I look in it? Or that I hate how I wanna go downstairs, and eat all the food in the cupboards until I puke it all back up on the floor? Which talk do you wanna have?!”
Ashton’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t take the bait. His concern for you wasn’t supposed to be a fight. “Come with me,” he said instead, leading you out of the bathroom and towards the full length mirror in place besides the dresser. “Sit,” he instructed in a tone that left no room for argument.
“What are you doing?” you asked, as he took a seat behind you, pulling you into his lap.
“If you can listen to that lying voice in your head, then you can listen to mine telling you the truth. Do you wanna know what I see when I look at you?”
“What?”
“I see someone who is strong. And smart. Someone who’s kind, and who would move heaven and earth if it meant your loved ones didn’t suffer. Someone who lights up any room they walk into. Someone people look up to. Someone who is so incredibly beautiful inside and out, that it physically hurts me sometimes. And someone who I wish you would treat with the same love and respect that you treat everyone else with.”
“Well, that’s great and all. But it still doesn’t change what I see.”
“Fair enough,” Ashton nodded, rising to his feet as another idea came to him. He held his hand out to help you up. “C’mon.”
“Oh, now what?” you asked, dragging your feet as you followed him. “What are you doing?” you asked when he grabbed a small hand mirror.
“Just trust me.”
A few moments later found you both sitting outside, the small hand mirror and a hammer between you. “Smash it,” he said simply, handing you the hammer.
“The mirror? It’ll break.”
“I know.”
“The glass is gonna get everywhere.”
“I’ll get the broom.”
You raised an eyebrow, and the hammer hesitantly. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. Smash it to bits.”
You brought the hammer down lightly on the mirror, a giant crack running across it.
“Harder! C’mon!” Ashton encouraged.
The next hit chipped out a small piece, more fissures forming.
“That mirror is everything you hate about yourself! Hit it! Break it the same way it breaks you!”
With an angry yell, you took out every frustration you ever had with your body out on the mirror. Every skipped meal. Every calorie you painstakingly counted. Every sweet treat devoured on a binge. Each one was a new hit, glass shards clinking as they hit the concrete. Sweat and tears ran down your face, your chest heaving with the effort until you finally let the hammer fall to the side.
“Better?” Ashton asked, his fingers carefully picking up one of the bigger, jagged pieces.
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.” From his pocket, he produced a Sharpie, writing something on the piece before handing it to you. You are perfect. I love you. -A
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Doesn’t Really Suit You
Summary: Ashton doesn’t like your outfit.
A/N: Based on that post I made about the hottest words ever said to me were about how my clothes didn’t suit me mainly because of what followed afterwards.
Content: Implied smut
Word Count: 485
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Ashton hadn’t been able to get the image of you out of his head all morning. The gleeful smile and childlike laugh as you twirled from side to side in front of the bathroom mirror in your dress, going “Look! It has pockets!”
The image was a rare sight. You weren’t much of a dress person. But it was comfortable and practical, with it’s tank top style sleeves, and flower design. And it had pockets! It was the perfect outfit for your meeting later which is why you decided to wear it. And when you had turned to see what he thought, he made an excuse about how he was already running late to meet up with the guys before quickly disappearing from the house.
He had thought getting you out of his line of sight would clear his head, and allow him to focus on the task at hand. But instead, his mind raced with the idea of the soft cotton sliding off your body. Listening to your soft hitched breaths as his name spilled off your lips, and bounced around the room and echoed inside his head.
Frustrated with his inability to pay attention, causing him to look stupider and stupider with every “Hmm? Sorry, what was that?” he uttered, the kiss he greeted you with was a lot harder.
“Long day?” you giggled against his lips.
“Something like that,” he muttered, his fingers already finding the hem of your dress. “How was your meeting?”
“It was good. Got a lot of compliments on my dress.”
“Yeah?” His breath was hot on your neck as his fingers pushed up the inside of your thighs, tickling a path upwards.
“Yeah. Still waiting on my boyfriend to compliment it, though.
“That jerk didn’t say anything about your dress?” In a swift movement, he pulled the dress up and over your head, wadding the fabric in his hands before tossing it across the room. “Can’t say I blame him. It doesn’t really suit you.”
You scoffed, contemplating whether or not to be offended. “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm,” he nodded, his hands and eyes roaming the newly exposed expanse of your skin. With a finger he gestured up and down your body. “This is a much better look.” That same finger snaked around your back to unhook your bra but was only met with the cloth barrier, and no release. “What the fuck?”
You laughed, reaching between your breasts to unclasp it in the front, pulling the bra off like one of his button up shirts, discarding it with your dress. “What’s wrong? Forget how to unhook a bra?”
“That’s not fair,” he growled, stepping forward to pull you into his arms. “You never wear front-close bras. Or dresses.”
“I do, too,” you protested, pointing to your clothes on the floor. “And what’s unfair is that you’re still fully dressed.”
“Oh… well we should fix that shouldn’t we?”
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Adrenaline
Summary: Ashton didn’t know it was possible for someone to breathe new life into the broken parts of him he long believed were dead and buried. He didn’t know you were possible.
A/N: Hitting a wall again with my WIPs, so time to find inspiration elsewhere for other ideas. This beauty courtesy of Tyler Rich’s new album, and specifically the song Adrenaline (hence the title and main storyline) and a smidge of Still Love You.
Word Count: 2.1k
And away, and away we go!
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I was faintly aware of the sound of my front door opening and the sound of feet running up the stairs. But much like the call of “Ash,” that accompanied Calum barging into my bedroom, it was all muddled like I was submerged under water. And given constantly feeling like I was drowning, I supposed that made sense in some fucked up poetic way.
More barely registered movement: curtains pushed open, and a frustrated “Jesus, mate…” as sunlight hit my square on my face.
“Fuck!” I hissed, screwing my eyes shut, but still seeing splotches of light behind my eyelids as I rolled over, burying my head in my pillow. “Are you tryin’ to make me blind?!”
“No, I’m tryin’ to figure out where the fuck my friend is. You haven’t seen him, have you?”
“Oh, piss off!” I grumbled. “It’s been like 3 days, fuckin’ relax…”
“3 days? Try 3 months.”
“Months?” I rolled back over, squinting over at Calum, the sun still far too fucking bright. “Can you put a dimmer on that, or something?”
“A dimmer switch on the sun? Really?” was the scoff before the lamp on my nightstand flicked on and he shut the blinds. “Is that better, Your Highness?”
“Fuck you…” I groaned, hoisting myself to lean against the headboard. “Months?”
“Yeah. We’ve been taking turns checking in on you.”
“And you chose this particular time to piss me off? To what do I owe the occasion?”
“Am I pissing you off, or are you pissing yourself off? Have you seen the state of this place recently? Or the bottom of all these bottles making everything a lil blurry?”
I held up 2 fingers, a dull ache starting to spread across my head. “Things are going… mmm… swimmingly.” I did my best to flash him a smile, but all it did was somehow worsen the pain beating on the inside of my skull. “Mmm good mate… Honestly.”
Calum rolled his eyes, not convinced of my Oscar-worthy performance. “Look, we’ve been trying to let this shit run its course. Waiting for you to bounce back on your own. But, call me impatient. You got 5 seconds to start dragging your rank ass towards that shower before I carry you there myself.”
“Impatient,” I teased, swinging my legs over the edge of my bed. I braced my hands on either side of me before pushing off.
The floor of my room came rushing towards me, before someone caught me. “Fuckin’ hell, Ash!” Calum swore.
Cold water hit my face, making me gasp in shock, recoiling away from the stream. “My clothes…” I mumbled, my hands pulling my tank top away from my chest with a wet suction.
“Are fine,” Calum told me.
“Sss cold,” I shivered, my teeth clacking together.
“Good. It’ll sober you up. Don’t forget to scrub behind your ears!”
The more that water rained down on my face, the more the ringing in my ears subsided. I peeled off my tank top, the soaked fabric slapping against the floor of the tub, followed quickly by my boxers. I nudged them out of the way with my toe before adjusting the water temperature to something a little less bone-chilling.
The grime and filth washed down the drain with my shampoo and soap, my body returning to its normal smell, rather than the dusty brewery it had become.
With a towel wrapped tightly around my waist, I exited the bathroom in search of clean clothes, feeling like my body had come up to the surface but my ears were still fully submerged. The jury was still out on which was more preferable: drowning or floating.
My bed had been stripped, and Calum was throwing empty bottles of liquor in a trash bag. “Jesus... I was gone that long?” I asked, worry starting to churn my stomach into knots.
Calum stilled at my voice, straightening up and turning to look at me, a sad look on his face. “Yeah. What the hell happened, Ash? She cheated, and then lied to you about it. If anyone should be torn up about this, it’s her. If anyone deserves the 3 month long bender, it’s her.”
I let out a huff of air, rifling through the fog for the memory. “We had 2 years before that started happening though,” I defended. “2 good years. And then…” I mimed a bomb going off.
“Boom…” Calum said sullenly.
“Boom,” I agreed, one of my hands going to ruffle through the hair on the back of my head. “Just having a hard time separating the good from the bad, I guess. Didn’t mean to be gone so long.”
“S’alright,” he answered, before waving what appeared to be the last of the bottles in his hand at me. “You got anymore in the house? Full or otherwise?”
I shrugged. “I’ll help you look, and clean up.”
He held up a hand, stopping me as I stepped to leave the room to search the rest of the house. “Get dressed first. I mean, yeah, it’s your house, and I’ve seen your junk plenty of times, but I’d rather not.”
I blushed, gripping the edge of the towel still wrapped around my waist, ducking quickly into my closet. “Thanks, Cal.”
“Anytime, mate.”
“Nah,” I said, stepping into a pair of boxers and then jeans. “I mean…” I grabbed one of my shirts from a hanger, thrusting my arms through the sleeves, fingers fumbling to do up the buttons.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Calum cut me off, not waiting for me to find the right words to address my gratitude. “And I meant what I said back. Now c’mon, help me clean up your mess. Or start dishing out the cash for a maid. God knows you’re loaded.”
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“Shit, my bad,” I apologized as a body jostled into mine.
“Ash?” the person asked in surprise.
My entire body froze. “Hey, Lex…” I said, looking down at my ex-girlfriend.
“Hey… How’re things going?”
“They’re going,” I chuckled dryly, my ears roaring, my head sinking deeper and deeper.
She flashed a smile. “That’s good. It’s… uh, nice running into you. I miss you.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “Yeah right.”
“I mean it,” Lexie insisted. “C’mon… we were good together, weren’t we? Don’t you miss me back? Even a little?”
“I-” I started but a hand found my shoulder.
“Was just getting ready to leave. Right, Ash?” Calum urged, jerking his head in the direction of the exit.
“Uh… yeah. Yeah, we were just leaving…”
“Oh… Well, it was nice to see you again, Ash. Cal…”
“Lex,” Calum nodded curtly at her, his voice hard as stone.
I glanced over my shoulder at Lexie as I followed Calum out. She gave a wiggle of her fingers in a goodbye, before dancing up close with some other guy, his hands roaming her body possessively. I clenched my fists.
“Not worth it,” Calum warned low.
“How can I still feel anything akin to love to a girl I don’t even like?” I wondered aloud as we started walking the streets. “It makes no fuckin’ sense. She lied to me. Letting go should be easy.”
“And that’s exactly why I don’t bother with dating,” Calum told me, lighting a cigarette.
“Maybe you should. People are starting to talk about why you aren’t miserable like the rest of us.”
“Ask me if I give a fuck,” he scoffed.
I laughed with him. “I’m serious, Cal. Pretty sure you could come out tomorrow saying any goddamn thing you want. You’re gay. You have a secret family. Anything. And everyone would be like ‘yeah, that checks out.’ Even me, and the rest of the guys.”
“Gay and I have a secret family,” Calum continued with the joke. “There’s power in being mysterious, Ash. I’m telling ya. It’s great. You should try it sometime.”
“Yeah, maybe…” I leaned down to grab a rock off the sidewalk, chucking it at the side of a building. It ricocheted off before clattering to the ground.
“Oh, we’re throwing rocks now?” Calum asked in amusement.
I shrugged. “I dunno. Felt good, though.” I picked up another pebble, cocking my arm back to toss it, throwing it harder than I meant to when I caught sight of the street signs indicating where we were. It clanged loudly off a dumpster, the roar in my ears growing.
“Jesus, dude,” Calum winced.
I braced my hands on my knees, doubling over and breathing hard, breaking into a cold sweat like I’d just run a marathon. Mentally speaking, I supposed I had.
“Ash? Ashton!” Calum shook me.
“What? Sorry…” I shook my head to clear it.
“You alright?”
“Nope.” I popped the “p” and threw another rock. “I can’t get her out of my head. She’s everywhere. All the time! Even here!” I pointed angrily up at the street signs, wanting to throw my fist into the dumpster but I settled for throwing another rock, the ringing matching the sound that blared in my head.
“I don’t know who the fuck ‘she’ is, but you wanna not take out your feelings for her on my dumpster?” someone demanded.
I whirled to find a woman propped against a service door, hands on her hips, hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a green work apron covering up a black polo tucked into black slacks.
“Sorry,” Calum apologized. “We’ll uh… I’ll take my friend somewhere else.”
“Yeah, you do that.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Maybe try the beach.”
“You offering to come with?” I asked.
Her laugh was both harsh and light. “Go with your friend, drunk boy.”
“Not a boy for 1. Stone cold sober for 2.”
“Funny. I don’t remember asking. Or giving a shit.”
“Geez… who hurt you?” I laughed, beginning to enjoy her fuck-all attitude.
“Could ask you the same thing,” she countered.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah, tell that to my dumpster.”
I walked over to pat the green metal container. “Doesn’t matter,” I crooned to it dramatically before flashing her a grin.
The corners of her lips quivered upwards in a reluctant smile, while Calum sighed loudly, grabbing at my arm. “Stop bothering her with your bullshit, mate. She ain’t biting.”
“She’s smiling, so I’m halfway there. If you think I’m funny now, you should see me when I’m not throwing rocks at a dumpster.”
“Well, here…” she reached into the pocket of her apron, pulling out a napkin and a Sharpie. She turned to use the door as a flat surface to scrawl her number across the napkin on. “Call me when you’re sober, and we’ll see how funny you are then.”
“Oh, c’mon!” Calum groaned.
She paused, the napkin inches from my fingers, looking over at Calum. “Should I not?”
“What do I look like, his babysitter?”
She laughed. “No. But you are his friend. Or so I assume. He usually like this?”
“Sometimes yeah,” Calum admittedly truthfully. “Good sort though.”
Her smile was dangerous and devastating as she handed me the napkin. “This really your number, or are you just fucking with me?”
“Call it, and find out.”
I pulled out my phone, dialing the number and hitting the call button. A phone started buzzing inside her apron pocket. “I wonder who that could be,” she wondered in faux-innocence, answering it. “Hello?” she asked, sweetly, her greeting reverberating out of the speaker of my phone.
“I’m sober.”
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“That’s rough,” she commented softly as we watched the waves crash and break along the shoreline, the sky starting to pinken along the horizon.
I shrugged, my hand finding hers in the sand. “I’m sure I’ll find the reason why it didn’t work out one of these days. Maybe it’s right under my nose.”
“Maybe,” she agreed, tilting her head up towards the sky and taking a deep inhale. “You ever think we’re meant to meet certain people?”
“Like those people you meet and feel instantly connected to?”
“Yeah. Almost like soulmates. Like across all the different lifetimes there are, and all the different possibilities, you’ll always find each other.”
“Yeah. Do you?”
“Sure would explain why I’ve been sitting here all night with someone I barely know,” she laughed softly.
“Ah, c’mon,” I teased. “You know me. We’ve been talking all night.”
“But do you know me?” she challenged.
“I’d like to.” I swallowed and glanced down at her. “Is it too forward if I kiss you right now, or should I wait until we watch tomorrow’s sunrise?”
“Kiss me, and find out.”
When my lips collided with hers, the only roaring was that of the ocean.
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Stories on the Third Floor
Author’s note: Was asked by @rustedpetals to do a ship. I’ve never done this before, so I hope you like it! I ship you with Calum Hood, and this is the little blurb I wrote based on that.
Word Count: ~800
And away, and away we go!
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“Erm… excuse me? Miss?” the teenager asked shyly, rubbing at the back of his neck.
“Hmm?” the girl hummed in response, her nose still buried in her book.
“S’alright if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.” He twirled an index finger in a circle as a small gesture to indicate the crowded third floor of the library.
The book lowered from her face so she could look at the boy. A floppy mess of brown curls stopped right above a pair of nervous eyes the color of melted chocolate. Long tanned fingers curled tightly around his backpack strap that was slung over his broad shoulder. She smiled, moving her things aside to make room. “Yeah, of course. Have a seat…” she paused expectantly for her new tablemate to offer up his name.
“Calum,” he told her, taking the seat directly across from her, setting his bag at his feet.
“Aria,” she gave him her name in return.
“Nice to meet ya, Aria.” Calum’s hand came out of his backpack with a pen, and extended out towards her. “Um…” Heat rose in his cheeks as his brain scrambled for a way to shake her hand without the pen. Rather than sensibly taking it in his other hand, the pen fell from his grasp, bouncing off the table before tumbling onto the carpeted floor. The pink in his cheeks deepened into a soft red. “Shit!”
Aria giggled, reaching down to retrieve Calum’s pen at the same time he did, their heads knocking into each other. Calum swore again while they both rushed to apologize to the other. “I believe this is yours,” Aria giggled again, handing Calum his pen and rubbing softly at her forehead.
“Thanks,” Calum muttered gratefully. “Sorry. You alright?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Mm fine. Sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy.”
“Midterm stress getting to you?”
And pretty girls, Calum thought, but what he said was “Something like that,” with a soft chuckle.
“What’s your major?”
“English. Yours?”
“Photography. Lots of reading and writing in English. Or so I assume.”
Calum shrugged. “I don’t mind it too much.”
“I would hope so. Considering it’s your major and all.” Aria’s eyes danced playfully, enjoying their light banter.
Calum let out another soft laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah. You like to read, too?” he asked, tapping at the front cover of her book that still lay closed. “Or is that for school?”
“Oh, this?” She picked up her book, running her thumb across the pages. “Bit of both. Like it’s for school, but I like it too. Both reading and the book.”
Calum nodded, leaning forward to rest his chin on his arms as he crossed them atop the surface of the table. “And what about…” his eyes scanned the title, “Ansel Adams is so fascinating.”
“Where to begin,” she wondered aloud. “The man was a genius.”
“The beginning is usually a good place,” Calum smirked.
Aria’s cheeks blushed and she ducked her head. “Nah, you don’t wanna hear me go on about some dead guy. Probably got papers to write…”
“Stories about dead guys are sort of my specialty.”
“I thought you said you were an English major, not a history one.”
Calum started to let out a loud laugh, before clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle it. “C’mon. Humor me. Tell me all about Ansel Adams’ genius.”
Aria held in her squeal of excitement. “Okay, so…” she started, before launching into everything she knew about the photographer who helped reshape the world of photography during the 1930s, Calum hanging onto every word falling off her lips.
“Wait, he was a musician?” Calum interrupted when she reached that part in her story.
“Mhm,” she nodded. “Taught himself how to play piano and read music.”
“Self-taught artist… impressive.”
“Well, he had help. But yeah. Did pretty well. Could’ve very easily become a famous pianist than photographer.”
“That’s crazy, isn’t it? The million different pathways our lives could go.”
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
He shrugged. “My roommates and I are in a band. But there’s a difference between thinking you’re good, and the world believing it too, ya know?”
“Well, hey, there’s always photography,” she teased lightly. “And maybe one day, a photography student will be telling your life story to entertain the pretty boy she just met.”
“Pretty boy, huh?” Calum smirked.
“I- I-” Aria stammered, looking away quickly, lest she start to drown in the welcoming warmth of his doe eyes more so than she already was.
Calum chuckled. “I’m just messing with ya. But…” his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “If that does happen, I hope they tell this part of the story.”
“This part of the story?” she questioned in confusion.
“Mhm,” he nodded. “The part where our stories intertwine. The part where I’m held captive by a pretty girl, and the way she tells stories in a way I can only dream about doing myself. The part where I ask her to coffee because I’m dying to hear any and every story she wants to tell me.”
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