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lilacsos · 5 years

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Babysitter AI

A/N: Ok so this has been in the works for a month and I never finished it. I made a poll asking what I should write next and the winner was Ashton fluff so here is Ashton fluff. It also kinda switches between focusing on you and Ash and Luke at home with the kid so I hope it’s not confusing. I also put a keep reading cause I feel it’s long

Requested: Kinda?

Words: 3048 (a lot compared to my usual 1500)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x reader

*Warnings*: Mentions of miscarriage, cute dad!Ashton, babysitter Luke, y’all have a son named Oliver

Summary: You and Ashton have been dating for years and you now have a nineteen-month-old son and you haven’t had a date night since before he was born. In comes Uncle Lu to watch the little tot while you and Ash go out

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Date night. It was something you and Ashton used to have at least once a week. Sometimes more or less depending on his tour schedule. It was one of the things you had looked forward to the most because those were nights the two of you could get out and just be you two again. Sometimes Ashton took you to fancy restaurants that he paid extra to make sure fans or paparazzi didn’t find out you would be there. Sometimes Ashton took you to the McDonald’s drive-thru and you guys sat and ate in the car outside of the house forever. Recently, there haven’t been as many date nights. It wasn’t that you and Ashton were fighting or anything, you had a baby. You loved your little Oliver with all your heart but he was about nineteen months old right now and you were exhausted. Luckily tour had ended a month or so before you gave birth so Ashton was home to help you since Oli was born. But, the two of you hadn’t had a date night in almost two years and you missed them. Ashton had expressed to you how much he missed them as well; so, with that, the hunt for a babysitter began. You knew you could ask the neighbors or use one of those websites but you were worried about people sending out personal information about you guys or your son. That’s what happened when you have a child with a famous man. Now was when you wished you lived closer to family that could watch the little guy but no one was close enough. The only people close were the boys. It’s not that you didn’t trust them, you just didn’t trust them. You and Ashton have been searching since Oliver was ten months but no one seemed good enough. At this point, you were tempted to hire a nanny. You were brought out of your thoughts by the sounds of Oliver’s laugh. The boys were over visiting and currently Luke and Oliver were playing.

“Come on Ash! One of us or all of us are fit to take care of Oli!” Michael laughed and threw his arm around your shoulders. “You guys need a date night and some adult conversations. Let one of us watch the little man.”

You smiled at Michael and glanced over at your boyfriend of four years. He looked to be entertaining the idea of the boys watching his son; while Ashton thought, you looked back at your son. He looked just like Ashton. Oli had the same curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and adorable little nose. In your eyes, Oliver was perfect and no one could change your mind. You watched as he giggled as Luke grabbed him under the arms and threw him up into the air and caught him on the way down. Oliver let out a little squeal that soon turned to a scream. “I think this means boob please!” Luke yelled over the screaming, sending Ashton off to grab a bottle to heat up. It was close to his bedtime so he was ready for a bottle and to be put down.

“He doesn’t get boob anymore Luke! He just gets a bottle! Those puppies are all mine!” Ashton called from the kitchen, causing you to roll your eyes and Michael to crack up. He came back into the living room, sending you a wink before he grabbed Oliver from Luke and went upstairs to put him to sleep.

Luke came to sit on the other side of you and smiled. “Yeah, Y/N. I really think one of us could watch Oli no problem. Maybe not Calum.” He snorted and gestured over to Cal who had been asleep in the chair for an hour.

“I’ll talk to Ash. Thank you guys for offering though. You guys are the best.”

You and Ashton had spent almost a week talking about having one of the boys babysit Oli and you finally came to a decision. In less than an hour, Luke would be over to watch Oliver while you and Ashton had a date night. It might not have seemed like an obvious choice to pick Luke but you had seen the way Luke played with Oli and how much your son enjoyed spending time with his Uncle Lu. Not to mention you had Michael on call in case Luke needed extra help. Ashton came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You glanced at him through the mirror and sighed. “What if something goes wrong?”

Ashton kissed your shoulder and spun you to face him. “It won’t Doll. Luke will be fine. And if anything were to happen, which it won’t, Michael is ready to come over.”

You sighed and rested your hands on his shoulders. “I really hope so.”

Ashton smirked and leaned in to kiss you but the sound of your son’s voice stopped him. “Daddy!” The squeal that erupted from Oliver’s lips when Ashton picked him up make your heart swoon. Ashton peppered kisses all over his son’s face as you stopped to take a picture. At the sound of the doorbell, you ran downstairs and opened the door to find Luke with a bright smile and a teddy bear bigger than Oli.

“This is for the little tyke. I hope he likes it.” Luke set the bear on the couch and looked towards the stairs to see Ashton helping Oliver down the stairs.

“He’s gonna love it since it came from his Uncle Lu.” Ashton laughed and watched Oliver run over to Luke and grasp onto his legs. “Ok, Oliver didn’t have a nap today so he will be tired. Usually, his bedtime is seven but since he didn’t nap you can probably get him to go down at 6:30 if you try. There’s a bottle in the fridge, all you have to do is heat it up. We usually set it in warm water for no more than ten minutes.”

“If he gets fussy, start making the bottle. You can ask him if he’s tired and he might tell you ‘yes’ but he’s gonna avoid sleeping for as long as he can. Make sure to change his diaper and pjs before bed. Rock him in the rocking chair while he drinks his bottle and sing to him. Then just put him in bed.” You grabbed your coat off of the rack and smiled at Oliver who had plopped himself down at Luke’s feet and began to play with his shoelaces.

Luke stared at both of you with wide eyes as he tried to process all of the information he was just told. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, if he wakes up, try to rock him back to sleep. Ashton usually sings him Close As Strangers when he wakes up in the middle of the night.” You turned to see Ashton standing at the open door.

“Call us if you need anything Luke. Or call Michael.” Ashton wrapped his arm around your waist and smiled. “We should be home by nine.”

Luke grabbed Oliver in his hands and brought him over so the two of you could say goodbye before you left. After many kisses on Oli’s chubby cheeks, the two of you set out ready for date night.

Luke closed the door behind the two of you and smiled down at Oliver. “Alright pal, we have half an hour before I’m expecting you to get tired. What do you wanna do?”

“Puppy!” Oliver squealed and pointed to the bookcase.

“That’s a bookcase dude.” He set Oliver down on the ground and watched him run over to the books and pull out one with a puppy on the cover. “Oh, I get it. Puppy. Alright, let’s get to reading.”

“Do you think he’s ok?”

“I’m sure Oli is fine baby.” Ashton answered as he looked at the menu in front of him.

“I meant Luke. Do you think Oliver is being too difficult? Maybe we should call Luke and check on him.” You sighed and set the menu down, not very hungry now.

“Honey, he’s fine. Don’t worry about Luke. We’ve been gone for only twenty minutes. Oliver has probably been having Luke read to him the whole time. This is a date night for us to have adult conversations.” He reached over the tabled and grabbed your hand in his. “We can get ice cream after dinner if you want it.”

With a small sigh, you smiled up at Ashton. “You know I can’t say no to ice cream.” Ashton seemed to think you finally had your mind off of your son as he went back to looking at the menu but he was wrong. What if Luke dropped Oliver? What if Oliver poked Luke in the eye and Luke needed to go to the hospital? What if someone broke into the house and stole Oliver?

“Hey, I can’t read minds but I can read faces. You’re worried.”

“How are you not worried?”

“I trust Luke with my life. I trust him with Oli. You should too.” Ashton sighed and smiled up at the waiter who had come to take your order. “I’m sure they’re fine.” He mumbled after the young girl left.

“Momma!” Oliver screamed once again as Luke tried to hand him the bottle. Oliver’s chubby little hands smacked the bottle out of his face and watched it fall to the ground.

“Mommy is gonna be home soon. You need to drink your bottle if you want to see her.” Luke had been bribing the small child for almost fifteen minutes, trying to get him to drink the bottle. He suddenly had no idea how you and Ashton took care of Oliver and made it look so easy. Luke managed to change Oliver without too much of a hassle, thank god. Luke did not want to get baby pee on him. But giving him his bottle, was a whole different story.

“No!” Oliver then took off down the hall, running away from Luke. With a groan, Luke took off after Oliver for the tenth time that night.

After a few minutes of chasing his nephew, Luke scooped him up in his arms and bounced him around a little, seeing how Oliver rubbed his eyes. “Please drink your bottle buddy. If you drink it Momma and Daddy will be home sooner.”

Something must have clicked because with that, Oliver grabbed the bottle and quickly began drinking it. Finally, something was going right. Luke sat down in the rocking chair and began rocking back and forth, singing Oliver to sleep. Once Oli was asleep, Luke leaned his head against the chair and closed his eyes. Now all he had to do was transfer Oliver into his crib which sounded pretty easy in theory but Luke couldn’t be sure that transferring him wouldn’t wake him up. So, he sat there for almost twenty minutes, rocking Oliver to make sure he was sleeping before he carefully stood and lowered Oli into his crib. Oliver wiggled a little bit and Luke held his breath as he watched the small child move around. Luckily, he continued to sleep and once Luke pulled the side of the crib up, he would hopefully be done for the night.

“Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” Ashton asked with a laugh as he threw his arm around your waist, leading you through the park with your ice creams in hand.

“How could I forget? It was 2015 and you guys won the ARIA for best Australian Live Act. You got so excited about the win that you kissed me. I didn’t even know what to think or do.” You answered with a laugh, smiling at the memory.

“Ah, but what you don’t know is I had been trying to work up the courage to ask you out for months. It was that day that I decided I would ask you out after the show. Of course, I was not expecting to have already kissed you but, it went well.” Ashton took a lick of his ice cream before switching with you so you could get a taste of his and he could have some of yours.

“Since apparently, this park has memory lane,” you stopped to smile when Ashton laughed at your joke, “do you remember when we found out we were pregnant with Oli?”

Ashton smiled and took you to sit on a park bench. “Of course I do. That was the best day of my life. We weren’t trying for a baby but we weren’t preventing anything. You hadn’t been feeling good the past few weeks so I took you to the doctor and we didn’t even think you could be pregnant. So, when the doctor asked if we had unprotected sex, the gears started turning. They did a test and that’s when we found out we would be parents.”

“You cried like a baby.” Ashton giggles at your words and pulled you to sit on his lap.

“Can you blame me? I just learned I would be a dad, finally.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying spending some time together. It had been so long since you two had time to yourselves, you didn’t know what to talk about. Of course, the lack of talking was fine too but it allowed your mind to wander. Oliver wasn’t your first pregnancy. You and Ashton had gotten pregnant the year before you were expecting Oliver. The baby hadn’t made it past the first trimester and it really hurt you and Ashton. So of course, when you found out you were pregnant again, you took every precaution to make sure he would be safe. Once you passed the point of hiding your growing bump, you finally told everyone. You also broke the news that this wasn’t your first pregnancy. Everyone was so supportive of you two which made everything a lot easier. Maybe that’s why you didn’t think a babysitter would ever be good enough for Oli.

“What are you thinking about?” Ashton asked softly, bringing you from your thoughts.

“Oli could have been a younger brother.” At your words, Ashton wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, your head on his chest.

“I know baby.” He kissed the top of your head, hands rubbing your back. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“It happened to you too Ash.” You mumbled as you pulled away from his chest to get a better look at him.

“I know but it was your body that went through it. I wish I could have stopped it or helped you. I’m so sorry.” Ashton took the miscarriage hard as well. You knew he wanted a big family and he thought he was going to get started on that when suddenly his dream was crushed. The possibility of being a dad was ripped out of his hands and thrown away. He spent the first few months after the miscarriage with you, making sure you were ok. It wasn’t until after he felt you were fine, he began going through his own grieving process. The boys were a huge help during that time. “But now we have Oli and he’s the best son I could have ever asked for.”

“I love you. You’re the best boyfriend and father to Oliver.”

“And I love you. I can’t imagine my life without you.” Ashton smiled down at you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he leaned down, pressing his lips softly to yours. He rested his forehead on yours and smiled, kissing your nose.

“I want another. I know it’s soon and Oli is still so young and it will be hard to have a toddler and a newborn but...”

Ashton shook his head as he pulled back to see your face. “I don’t think it’s too soon. We can start trying. But first, let’s go home and see our boy.”

“Oliver, are you kidding me?” Luke whined as he bounced the child in his arms. Oliver had woken up only after sleeping for a little more than an hour. Luke had been rocking him for the past 45 minutes, hoping and praying that the kid would go to sleep before you and Ashton came home. “Do you want me to sing you a song?”

Oliver’s cries slowly died down as he nodded. “Daddy song.” Luke had no idea what that meant until he remembered your words before you left.

“Ok, I’ll sing Daddy’s song.” Luke pushes Oliver’s hair out of his eyes and softly began to sing. “Six weeks since I’ve been away, and you’re saying everything has changed and I’m afraid that I might be losing you.”

It didn’t take long for Oliver to fall asleep once more after Luke began singing. He laid the small boy back into the crib and once he was sure he was asleep, he wandered down to the living room and laid down on the couch, ready to pass out. In fact, he almost fell asleep until he heard the sound of the front door opening. Luke didn’t even bother to move as you and Ashton stepped into the house.

“Hey Luke.” Ashton smiled, taking in the sight of one of his best friends on the couch. “How did it go?” He took your coat off of your shoulders and hung it on the rack.

“Pretty good I would say. He fell asleep at seven since he was avoiding me and he stayed asleep for an hour before he woke up again. It took another hour to get him back to sleep but he’s sleeping now.”

You smiled and once Luke was standing, you walked over and wrapped your arms around his middle. “Thank you, Lu. Really. Thank you.”

Luke smiled up at Ashton and kissed your cheek. “Anything for the mother of my favorite nephew.”

“He’s your only nephew, for now at least.” At Ashton’s words, you turned to look at your boyfriend with a smile. “Want to take Oli to the park next week so we can work on baby’s number two?”

“Only if Michael puts him to bed next time.”

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yung4life · 7 years

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Every inch of you (F)

Park Jimin x reader

“I could have every single inch of your body pressed right against mine, and I’d still say pull me closer”

K.F.

The mornings were always tough, waking up at a decided time is never easy, no matter how much you try to convince yourself. By today was different. Today the woman who hated mornings so desperately begged for the time to stay instead of pass.

Right beside her lay the most crucial figure in her life, his simple frame, gently lifted up and down in a steady rhythm. He was asleep. She could tell that he was at peace, his facial muscles relaxed, and the corner of his mouth, ever so slightly, was pulling up. His eyelashes fluttered at her quiet movements.

She had turned around, breaking their embrace, to face him. Her moves were delicate againist the cushion of the bed, but the bed frame creaked. She silently cursed at herself, because after all she loved watching him sleep. She would never let him find out though, for even she was embarrassed sometimes.

But she just couldn’t help it, she loved the way he looked in the dullness of the morning. His presence lighting the room up regardless of the time or place. And it were times like this that she needed it the most.

She smiled at him- he was always a heavy sleeper, or at least she thought he was.

In reality though, it was the woman who was the heavy sleeper in comparison. Sleep was a delicate thing when it came to Jimin. The simplest of sound could pull him out of a dream and into the real world again. To be quite honest, most nights he did wake up because of this or that, the steps of the neighbors in the apartment atop, or even the slight sound of rain.

His eyes would flutter open in the darkness of the room, a familiar sight. Then he would realize that yet again, he had fallen victim to the sounds of the night. He would sigh, then look at her. His arms would be wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against him. Nights without her were certainly the worst. So when they were lucky enough to have each other’s company, he made sure to sneak his arms upon her figure and to drag her closer to him. He swore that it made him sleep better, knowing that she was with him.

Good luck charms don’t always work, but they make things a hell of a lot better.

So when his lover had turned around slipping out of his hold, he surly had woken up, but he would never let her know that. He fell in love with her cute gestures, and her gullible mind. And secretly he loved the praise. Whenever, she admired him it was a gift of rarity. These type of things didn’t happen often or openly, so he was high on approval.

Her hand came up to his face, her fingertips barely grazed at the soft, smooth skin of his cheek, and he couldn’t help but smile. His puffy cheeks bulging as his lips stretched outward. A stray dimple appearing.

The woman’s eyes widened, and she immediately felt guilty. “Go back to sleep, Jimie.” Her voice was hushed as she spoke in his ear, her hand found his underneath the covers and began to gently rub circles into the flesh.

He pouted, locking eyes with her, “No,”

Her eyebrow perked up, questioning him.

“I’d rather be with you in real life than in my dreams.” He smiled slyly, humor in his eyes.

She scoffed and tucked her head into his figure. “You’re so lame.”

“Shut up… I know you liked it!” He stated with complete courage in his words. And it was true. She realized over time just how deep she had fallen into Jimin’s never ending hole of doom. Everyday, because of the little things that he said and did, she fell a little more. She rolled her eyes, digging her face into his shirt, her cheeks turning red. She was too stubborn and proud to let him see, they both were.

The young woman remembered the day she had first fallen into his trap. It seemed as if fate lead to the trip and fall. Gravity whispering in her ear, to peer down the giant and dark hole, then pushing her right down into it.

Never had she thought she was be so madly in love with someone.

Her eyes closed, nestling against his chest some more, she could picture the first few dates they had went on. How shy they both were, and how nervous they became around each other. Jimin and his chubby cheeks, he seemed so innocent and cute, and he was. But after time, she learned to appreciate him for the man he was and was growing into. One day, he would be a great husband and a great father.

“You smell so good, Jimin.” she sighed into his shirt, words slightly muffled.

He hummed in response, holding her tighter. “Thats because I smell like you.” His voice was honest but sultry. So smooth and tantalizing in the simplest of ways.

Her thoughts traveled to the pervious night. The room was dark, and the rain and the occasional thunder went in harmony with their quiet moans. The memories growing fainter by the second, and she so desperately tried to hang onto them. "Jimin," He hummed in response, again. His voice was quiet, and slow, she could tell he was falling asleep again.

She lifted her head, the cold air was like a slap to the face, and she already missed the warmth of his embrace. Jimin looked at her, the beautiful woman in which which his words would always stay loyal to. Her cheeks blushed just a little when their eyes met.

“I love you.”

It was quiet, hushed by the gentle breeze that entered through the opened window and the soft songs of the birds. But he didn't have to hear her voice to know what she said. He could tell by the simple movement of her lips and the way her eyes sparkled.

He listened to those words knowing well that mere words couldn't put his feelings into perspective. For love is an object of imagination, feelings can not be confined by words, and never will be. Feelings are only something that can be expressed.

He wrapped his arms around the small of her back and pulled her down with him, and nestled her head against the crook of his neck once again.

No matter how close they were, too close was never enough.

sorry for shit

xxx Rosie

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