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not-alien-girl-v · 7 months

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Caramel (Ross Macdonald)

warning: language, reference to the inseam incident that i will never elaborate more on but love to reference over and over again

note: continues in this fluffy lil mini series that sorta starts here. i think i might continue this into a little mini series because i like this dynamic and i think i need more of y/n and ross in this universe. if you want to, you can imagine all the ross one shots i write all exist in the same universe cuz that’s what i do.

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it’s been 2 days since ross forcefully entered came to check in on you at your shared apartment with violet. you’re still on your period, so of course, you’re still finding it difficult to look ross in the eye without succumbing to your wildest dreams, so instead you made plans that are essentially a huge turn-off for you: hanging out with his friends.

“do i do eyeliner for this? is this, like, an eyeliner occasion?” violet questions while pretending she’s not as frantic as she truly is. she sits on the bathroom counter, having knocked over a few things on her climb up but you decided not to pester her about it.

“it really depends on who you plan on talking to.” you are sitting in the empty bathtub, fully clothed and a throw pillow hugged to your stomach. the bathroom door is closed and violet forgot to put on music so both your voices fill up the room, slightly echoing with enough enunciation.

“give me a run through again?” she pleads. you’ve done it twice, so you assume this last time is the last time but for real this time.

“first there’s adam, he has a girlfriend so he doesn’t care. then there’s george-“

“that’s the other big one, right? the blond?”

“we’ll he’s not actually blond, it’s just bleached. and very fried too. so if you’re into a man with a thicker head of hair, then you’d want to go for matty. but he comes with his own things to think about.”

“like?”

“i’m skipping ahead, sorry. so george, he’s very nice, very sweet guy, he is the other big one, he’s 6’4. smokes a lot of weed, like a lot. aside from his occasional forgetfulness from that, he’s very kind, very polite and respectful, very much a feminist. and he loves dogs.”

“well, i’m more of a cat person.”

“and you’re out of luck there. all his friends are dog people. you’ll have to adjust. anyways, then there’s matty. he’s like the ‘wattpad bad boy’ of the friend group, i think he got voted most likely to be a mafia boss and purchase a girl named ‘y/n’ from her junkie mother.”

“can you maybe like tell me something relevant about him?”

“that is relevant. he’s a little shorter, curly hair, a lot of tattoos, i mean, they all do. i think george might have the most, actually. he’s a bit of a dick at times and i know he means well or he’s mean in a comedic manner but more than often he just gets on my nerves and i know you have a much shorter temper than i do.”

“so you’re saying i should try to talk to george more.”

“i’m saying you should be careful. men are unpredictable and weird. and gross. you heard about the inseam incident, didn’t you?”

she visibly shudders. “god, how could i forget? fucking grotesque…”

she turns back to meet her own reflection in the mirror, staring blankly, but soon realizes how easily you dodged her original question. “wait, so eyeliner or no eyeliner?”

you give her a long, studying look. “eyeliner.”

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you hold the door open for violet, always feeling like a gentleman to her damsel whenever she’s around. the inside of the boys’ house is much warmer than outside, and it feels like home, if home was a set temperature.

matty and george bicker over something in front of the tv, a case of dvds, maybe. adam is balls deep in conversation with his girlfriend, carly, while he pets allen, george’s matty’s dog. ross is in the kitchen grabbing a soda and a beer when he turns around at the noise of the door being opened.

“there’s my girl!” he exclaims, seemingly tipsy before the party has even begun. he drops both beverages on the kitchen island and circles around to give violet a brief side hug and you a much more substantial one. he squishes you in so tight you feel your ribs crack and splinter under the weight of it and he’s warm like a home should be. “good to see you, violet, you ready to meet my mates? they’ve been giddy about your arrival all day.”

“fuck off, we have not!” matty hollers over his shoulder and while his head is turned, george swiftly sticks a dvd of his own choice into the player and stands up, fleeing from the scene of the crime. he dusts his hands off on his jeans and reaches out to help his friend off the floor.

once matty realizes what has been done, his jaw drops in offense, and pettily, pushes g’s hands away and reluctantly stands up on his own. he stretches his arms up high and his back and elbows crack in the process. you’re much more used to his antics than violet, so you know he’s only doing this action to make the bottom of his t-shirt ride up, revealing his happy trail and his sexy tattoos.

this isn’t just some weird head-canon you have for him, you’ve actually heard him admit to this trick before when attempting to woo a woman.

ross leads the two of you over to the three men loitering the living room. “violet, this is adam,” adam doesn’t stand as the dog is in his lap, but he gives a humble wave that suffices, “matty,” violet doesn’t need to be pointed to who matty is. he stands and smiles widely and wraps violet in a hug.

“bold,” you mutter. matty flips you off behind violet’s back. you roll your eyes but he doesn’t catch it.

george approaches then, exuding a strange energy you’d never seen before. not from him at least. “and i’m george,” he extends a hand for a firm handshake, and when you watch violet agree to it, you can see him squeeze her hand just a smidge too tight.

they both are so weird. why can’t they just act normal around your friend?

“why are you two acting like freaks?” ross speaks the words right from your mouth and you feel a strong sense of adoration for him the way he can just simply share a thought of yours.

“no reason. anyway, we’re watching 'monster house,'" george dismisses and fetches the beer ross had been in the process of grabbing for him. while in the kitchen, he grabs two more sodas, holding both the cans perfectly in one large hand and you wonder what it must be like to possess such an ability.

ross drops down onto one end of the large couch, leaning into the arm of it and matty gets comfortable on a single arm chair, not leaving much opportunity to sit near violet and you start observing the weird male hierarchy that is already set in place when a new female is introduced to the ecosystem. were they like when you first met them all? you never bothered to ask, it never happened across your mind.

george returns with the sodas and hands one to you and one to violet, ever the gentleman, and sits down on the other side of the largest couch in the room.

“hey, wasn’t that coke supposed to be mine?” ross complains.

“there’s only two left. and y/n and violet are guests, so if y/n would like to share with you, that’s on her.”

ross sticks his tongue out at george’s back when he turns to fuss with the remote. you join the men on the couch, sitting a distance from ross and he immediately pulls you closer than close, you’re basically on his lap at this point. you’re confused at this sudden pda but then you notice it gives violet enough room to squeeze in right next to george on the couch. stupid unspoken male hierarchy rules.

you hand the soda to ross, not even having to ask or say anything at all, he knows it’s his official boyfriend duty to crack it open for you. he does exactly that, stealing a sip of it before handing it back. you squint at him.

you are sly when you side eye violet and george, completely eavesdropping on their gentle conversation but acting like you’re caught up in your own with your boyfriend. if you didn’t know any better, you’d say ross was listening in as well. you’re so in sync with him.

“i moved here after high school, my family is back in california,” you hear violet inform him and george looks all too interested.

“that explains the accent. it’s not everyday you hear an american, especially around here. why didn’t you go somewhere cooler like london?”

“y/n and i used to live there but then she started studying here so we made the move together. and sorry about the whole accent. it sounds a little silly compared to you guys, i know.”

“it’s not silly at all. i’ve actually always found it quite sexy, the american speak.”

it would sound like a load of bullshit if it were coming from anyone else but george is always so sincere in every word he says, you decide to leave them be for now.

you turn back to the man next to you. “can i kiss you?”

he scrunches his eyebrows, “since when do you need to ask?”

“i’m wearing lipstick. it’s gonna get on you. it might be… i don’t know… embarrassing.”

“why would it be embarrassing to have visible proof i just kissed a girl?”

“so that’s a yes, then?”

“kiss me any time. i love your lipstick. get it all over me if you want to.”

you decide to take that as a challenge and use both your hands to hold him down still, kissing every inch of his face that isn’t covered by the dark, coarse hair of his beard.

it takes him by surprise, so he sits still in shock for a few moments, letting you make a complete mess on his face, before finally retaliating, grabbing your face this time and kissing you properly.

“ew, get a room,” you didn’t even notice matty in the corner on the chair, now wrapped up in a thick blanket and pile driving a bowl of popcorn completely solo, looking like a young girl menstruating for the very first time.

ross wraps his arms around you, cradling you protectively into his neck. “mind your business, dickwad. watch the movie.” you mumble something into ross’s neck and he lets you loose so you can speak up. “what’s that?”

“douche canoe.”

he cackles in laughter, “yeah, you’re a douche canoe.”

matty rolls his eyes and you’re more than content with his irritation, so you finally give it a rest and cuddle back into ross, enjoying his warmth since matty stole both of the couch blankets.

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 || 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

“𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦“

Inspo: 5 Seconds of Summer - Teeth

Pairing: mobboss!Mikasa x Fem!reader

Summary: Mikasa was protective to what she had made for herself. Out of the criminal spiderweb she’s threaded, you were at the center. And when someone tries to taint you, there isn’t anything she wouldn’t do to keep what belongs to her.

Warnings: Dark!fic, torture, talk of sexual assualt, Mikasa being very possesive, and fluffy shit.

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DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Do you have something you care about, Lily?”

The injured girl didn’t answer. Her head hung forward with a dim light above her shining above her. The sound of a pair of shoes bouncing off the walls in the quiet wine cellar was all that could be heard. With the smell of her own bitter blood invading every inch of her mouth and her nose.

A hand threaded through her hair, yanking her head up to look at the towering figure above her. But she was greeted by the emotionless deadpan belonging to Mikasa. The woman was notorious all over Tokyo for the criminal empire she’d built. And even though she showed no ounce of emotion on her face, her eyes spoke differently.

They were darker than anything she had seen. A pure generated darkness in them. She was a dark fucking spirit made to vanquish anything in her path. Coincidentally, Lily had found herself in the path of the dangerous, Mikasa Ackerman. No hope of leaving this dingy, dusty cellar with her life.

“I asked you a question, Lily.” Mikasa’s fingers tightened in their hold on the blonde’s hair. Her nails dug into the smaller girl’s scalp at a painful level. Likely leaving cuts where blood would seep through and cause strands to stick together.

“I- I don’t know-”

Her head swung to the side by the force of Mikasa backhanding her. Blood spilled from her bruised lips as she cried, whimpering in pain that was red hot across her body. She could barely register the intensity before someone else grabbed her head and lifted it up. Just enough to see Mikasa fixing her black leather gloves.

“I have something to care about,” Mikasa said. “My kitten.” A soft laugh fell from her lips. One full of content and love. “So innocent, yet, so wicked. I can’t imagine a life without her at this point. If anything was to happen to her, I don’t know what I would do.”

“Ms. Ackerman, I- I promise nothing happened,” Lily whimpered. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“But you did, didn’t you?” Mikasa interrupted. “I mean, why else touch her when you knew who she was with. Not to mention that you didn’t stop your friends from deciding to lay their fingers on her.”

A deep sigh fell from Mikasa as she, for once, cracked a smile. But in no way was it one that could be considered kind or lighthearted. That was something Lily knew just from the entire existence of Mikasa. Nothing ever made her smile besides the idea of torment or her fiancé.

“And for you not to have been paying for the protection I provide you and your family isn’t even on my mind.” Mikasa turned to the table behind her. A wide option of tools at her disposal that Lily had yet to notice from her bruised eyes. “But, the blood on my hands from your untidiness is a price I’ve had to pay. So, you will send me all the money you have for the misfortunes you have caused for me and my business.”

“Mikasa-”

“After that, you can then deal with the next debt you have created,” Mikasa interrupted. “As stated, I am not emotional about the money. But I am emotional about the fact that someone laid their hands on my wife.”

Mikasa still remembers how you had tried to clean your skin. She found the shower floor to be coated in your blood from how hard you had rubbed your skin. It was raw to the touch and forever damaged. At this point, Mikasa didn’t expect you to tell her what exactly happened. All it took was a few questions around, extensive amounts of blood to destroy her clothing and then she was given the answer.

There was a slight twitch of Mikasa’s upper lip as she glared down at the blonde. “My wife!” She yelled, causing the woman to yelp and bow her head in fear. “No amount of money on God’s green Earth can pay for that transgression, Lily. No, for that…”

The painful sound of a metal screeching across its familiar counterpart filled the air. Before Lily was greeted by the sight of a Bowie Knife held heavily in Mikasa’s hand. Crouching down in front of her and motioning to her with said knife. “I want a pound of flesh.”

For a moment, Lily didn’t understand. Stammering out her confusion until Mikasa grabbed her face. Cheeks squished together with her lips pursing like a pufferfish. That same dark glint in Mikasa’s eyes was ever more unrelenting and resentful.

“I do not care where on your anatomy it is withdrawn from,” Mikasa stated. “If you don’t have the stomach to take it for yourself, I am sure my friend, Eren, would not mind doing it for you. But a penny short, a gram shy, you don’t walk out of here alive. You will watch every hour each of your loved ones be killed in front of you.”

Lily was flabbergasted, understandably. But Mikasa didn’t show much care as she slapped Lily. “Am I clear, Lily?” All that could be given in response was a whimper. Mikasa took it and stood to her feet, holding the knife out for her childhood best friend to take. “Remember Lily, I want my pound. Ruin that, I’ll kill you myself.”

And with that, Mikasa left Lily with an ultimatum whilst the mob boss went to go comfort her fiancé. Mikasa walked up the spiralling steps of the cellar until met by the large wooden door. Its frame was cracking and moulding from the many years of holding its place in this large mansion. She should replace it soon.

Pushing that large decrepit door open, Mikasa was greeted by the fluorescent lights of her kitchen. The marble island top shone brightly as she quickly noticed how the creaking of the door was all that could be heard throughout the mansion. It was unnerving, even for Mikasa who was used to your giddy and flourishing personality.

But she shouldn’t have expected you to feel such a way. Not after the shit you went through at the party two days ago. She just wished she hadn’t been so preoccupied with her work. Maybe then, she might’ve been able to kill Lily and her friends in front of everyone. Sending a clear message to everyone who would quickly understand to not touch what was hers.

Making her way up the stairs towards your shared bedroom, she could hear the faint sound of music and the running showerhead. With such elegance, Mikasa entered the bedroom to find the bathroom door wide open, almost inviting her. Of course, she took the chance and entered. From the glass that fogged up the glace, she could see your petite, sleek figure under the water.

“Y/n.” Your body stilled for a moment, startled by the sudden presence of your future wife. But you relaxed when you saw her on the other side of the glass. Running a wet hand across the glass, you smiled at the soft eyes Mikasa held. “Mind if I hop in, kitten?”

“I think we’re past the stage of asking, Mika,” you teased softly and the woman took that as the answer she needed.

Slowly relieving herself of her clothes, she soon stepped into the shower. Body pressing against your soaked back with her arms wrapping around your waist. Face dipping into the crook of your neck, angling her head well enough that she was being hit with water. Your hands reached down to hers that rested on your abdomen. Interlocking them, you turned your head enough to kiss Mikasa on the forehead.

“Is it done?” You murmured, feeling her hands tighten their hold with yours.

“It is,” Mikasa whispered. “No one is left to hurt you.”

And you believed her. If it had come from anyone else, their reassurance would be nothing but a lie to try and ease your anxiety. But Mikasa was the most powerful woman in Tokyo. There wasn’t anyone that could make that promise come true beside her.

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cakegatedisaster · 1 month

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Any other book recs bestie ?

DO I

(these are all some sort of gay FYI)

Captive Prince, by C. S. Pacat- fantasy vibes, kings and queens, no magic but it doesn't need it, three books, VERY morally grey main character, you really need to love complete assholes to enjoy this one (thankfully I do). Sword throwing, pretend identities, it's illegal to be straight, EXTREME enemies to lovers, they fucking hate each other, politics, but in a nice way, evil-plot-to-take-over-the-thrown shenanigans. EVEN MORE trigger warnings than aftg, like, so many, but nothing happens on screen. Second favorite series ever, right after aftg.

Wolfsong, by TJ Klune- Werewolves, little age gap, magic systems, found family, kinda second chance romance but not really, sad and happy, some violence, like 5 books, each with a different couple, very cheap on Amazon, you will cry.

Not Even Bones, by Rebecca Schaeffer- DARK, so dark, main characters are definitely the villains from anyone elses perspective, magical realism, sorta romance but not really, very plotty, very dramatic. For this series, I would also recommend the webtoon on Webtoon, it's free and has amazing art (but you should pick one, because there's three books and the comic is on the last one), this is another one where you really have to like bad people, or at least exceptionally morally grey people to really enjoy it. Highly recommend.

Summer Sons, by Lee Mandelo- holy shit this is so good, so dark and gritty, very Gothic-like vibes, main character is an absolute disaster being haunted by the love of his life, love interest is the definition of white trash and it's wonderful, I talk about it a little bit on here, go read it.

Damn these are all kinda dark, here's some happy ones:

Red White and Royal Blue, by Casey McQuiston- funniest book I've ever read, so gay it makes you feel like you're vomiting rainbows, a little political but it's easily ignored, rivals to friends to lovers, the movie is mid, read the book first.

The DRAMA series, by Paul Ruditiz- no one ever talks about these and it BREAKS MY HEART because it's so good, I've reread it so many times, this is for the theatre kids who want to feel seen, light and happy and fluffy, with genuine male/female friendship, and a developing relationship you never could have guessed, you can read them all in a day.

Carry On, by Rainbow Rowell- just the author's name should clue you in, imagine drarry but canon and gayer than you could imagine, vampire and wizards who cast spells with nursery rhymes, technically a trilogy but the first ones also a good stand-alone, absolutely perfect.

Song of Achilles, by Madeline Miller- I lied, this one is not just happiness and rainbows, a retelling of the tale of Achilles, read when you're in a good spot or you'll jump off a roof, but still go read it because it's something special, a future classic without a doubt (also go listen to Achilles Come Down on YouTube, it'll put you in the right mood)

That should keep you occupied for a min

#asks #Book recs #book recommendations #ENJOY #WITH CAUTION

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brews-and-pubs · 2 years

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Gruner Brothers Brewing, Casper WY

Summer Trip 2022, Day 17

Gruner Brothers is located in a seemingly new building in a newly-built-up area. With their location on a hill, one of their two outdoor areas has an amazing vista across the valley. As it was above my temperature tolerance level outdoors, I sat inside (not much better than outdoors because it was open to the outdoors, but at least without the strong winds that have accompanied me the past two days).

They had 13 of 14 taps up and running, and much to my surprise, they have bucked the trend of seemingly everywhere else and only had one pale ale and one IPA on tap! Even the IPA was quite mild, but I'll get to that one with the second flight below.

Flight #1:

From left to right:

Sundance Blonde - 5% - Wow, this was one of the most flavorful blonde ales I've ever had! I really, really enjoyed it and would have been tempted to just have a pint of it after this flight, but there were so many other beers I also wanted to try.

North Platte Pale Ale - 6% - Even though this is listed as 40 IBU, it doesn't have the bitterness of many pale ales because of the heavy malt bill to balance the hops. It actually struck me as even milder than the blonde, but still tasty.

A OK Märzen - 5.5% - OK, forget the blonde, this became my hands-down favorite of this flight (and of the day)! I've learned to be a bit leery of Märzens because they can be too edgy for my taste, but this one is truly refined and an all-day drinker.

Garden Kriek - 6.2% - And they do a mean sour ale, too! I couldn't find any fault with this one, and would absolutely get it again if I'm ever back here.

Meanwhile, my food showed up. Gruner Brothers has separate bar and food ("Petro Pub") ordering but you can run a common tab between the two. I opted for their Beer Brat Sandwich with fries, and both were absolutely perfect both in taste and amount. If I'd been able to, I'd have happily done a second order. Those fries, like the similar ones I had at Bar Eighty Six in Richfield UT, were perfectly crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside.

And then came Flight #2:

From left to right:

Crimson Dawn - 4.5% - This is billed as a summer ale brewed with "epic amounts of raspberries," but it didn't quite work for me. It was good, but there was too much raspberry for me to ever want a pint of it. If you like fruity beers, though, I recommend it.

Hells Hef Acre - 5.5% - This Hefeweizen is named after a natural ground formation I passed somewhere west of here called "Hell's Half Acre" and is one of my favorite Hefeweizens of all time.

Petro Club - 5.2% - This is a Czech Pilsner that is also very well done, but I love the Hefe and the Märzen even more.

Salt Creek Citra - 7.7% - And here is that IPA that doesn't really taste like one! It just seemed too mild, too much like the rest of their (really excellent) beers, almost as if their hearts weren't really into making an IPA but they wanted one on tap for those guests that expect it. Still, I don't regret it.

All in all, Gruner Brothers does some fine brewing and the food from the Petro Pub is also top-notch. The space is even larger than what you can see in the first photo above and I can well imagine they're able to fill it -- even though Casper is only 60,000 people or so, this place is good enough to attract a real following.

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itisannak · 3 years

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Parenthood Rehearsal (Ashton Irwin Fluff)

Summary: Ashton and (Y/N) babysit her baby nephew. Based on Love Prompts: #14: “Let’s have a baby.” & #35: “This is why I fell in love with you.” (Words: 2.3k) (Request)

"Make sure the milk is not too hot." My sister says, peeking inside the stroller for one more look at her son, who is suckling on his pacifier. "You already told me that." I remind her, sighing as I try to remain patient with her. "And when you put him to bed, make sure you don't tuck him in too tight. He moves a lot and it is not safe." She states, holding up his little blanket. "Honey, can we go? We are going to be late." My brother-in-law points out, tapping at his watch. It is my sister's first time leaving her son and going out for the night, and it is even worse since the wedding they are attending is too far away for them to return tonight and pick Benny up. I can partially understand her, even though this talk by the door really gets on my very last nerve. "We have got this." I assure her. Ashton smiles and nods, rolling the stroller further into the house. This is the only way to get them to leave already. "If anything happens..." She begins and I groan. "If anything happens, we will let you know. Now leave. Or you are going to make it to the wedding after the couple leaves for their honeymoon." I hold the door for her and she scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You will see him at lunch. You look gorgeous, have fun." I try to sweeten the goodbye, but I can tell she is having a hard time. My brother-in-law mouths a thank you as his hand rests on her lower back and he guides her out of the house. "Call me before his bedtime." Is the last thing my sister says before I close the door to her face.

I make my way to the living room, where Ashton has already set up the portable playpen for my nephew. "Alright. How is my favorite guy?" I cheer at the baby, picking him out of his stroller and holding him to my chest, bouncing him to make him giggle. "I am alright. Just a little sore from setting this up." Ashton replies, even though he knows I am talking to the baby. "Bold of you to assume you are my favorite guy." I tease my husband, making him fake-gasp and touch his chest in pretend offense. "Ouch. 7 months old and he already stole my spot..." He shakes his head, walking closer to me. He leans down, planting a kiss on my forehead before he takes a seat on the couch. "One of us will have to take care of dinner." I state, joining him on the couch. I bounce the baby as Ashton hands me one of multi-textured toys. "Or we can order in." He suggests as I hold the toy out for the baby boy to grasp. "I am a horrible housewife." I sigh, earning a chuckle from Ash. "Your aunt is being funny." He says to the baby, tapping his nose. The little boy finds his hand more interesting than the toy I am holding, reaching to grasp my husband's fingers. "You are not a housewife. And takeout does not mean you are horrible." He replies, letting the baby play with his hand. "I could really go for Tex-Mex tonight." I mumble and he hums. "I could really go for it too. What time should he eat?" Ash asks, picking up Ben so he can hold him and let the kid play with his fingers. "In about 2 hours. But we will have to bathe him first." I reply and he hums. "That means we get to play with the little dude for at least an hour..." He says cheerfully. "You know, I kinda get my sister... I would have a hard time letting go of that dude too. I will probably have a hard time letting him go tomorrow." I sigh, stroking my hand over the soft hair on top of the baby's head. "A bit dramatic, don't you think?" He asks and I shrug. "He is just so cute..." I pout, taking Ben's little hand in mine. "That he is. Come on, let's give him some tummy-time." Ash suggests, pressing his lips on my forehead. Ashton lets Ben on the crawling mattress he has laid on the floor of our living room, laying aside him on his tummy as well. Ben quickly finds his way to the playpen, crawling the short distance without any problems. "Good job, buddy." Ashton cheers, scooting towards him.

I test the water's temperature with the little toy duck thermometer, seeing if the water is too hot for the little guy. "It will take us a fortnight to gather all his stuff..." Ashton sighs, undressing the baby for his bath. "She swore she would bring only the essential..." I mumble, picking the lavender wash out the toiletries bag. "She does realize he will only spend a night at our place, right?" He asks, slowly lowering the baby into his baby tub. "For her feels like a century. Come on, be lenient... It is her first time leaving him." I giggle, kneeling to wash him. "Should I go make a bottle?" He asks, standing aside to let me move with ease. "I think it is too soon. We will have to dress him up before we feed him, and by then the milk will be cold." I reply, wetting the baby's head. "I will go lay his clothes on our bed." He offers and I nod. "Thank you. But make sure you are here to help me pick him out of the tub." I flinch just at the thought of picking him up and him slipping from my hands. "I will only be gone for a minute." He assures me, walking out of our bathroom. Ben flails his hands in the water, splashing around as I use the soft-bristle brush to wash his hair. The whole bathroom smells like lavender soap and that makes me feel soft and mellow. I sigh, thinking of how it will be when Ashton and I decide to have a baby. When we got married two years ago, we decided to just take time to enjoy one another, see the world and submerge ourselves in new experiences, so having children was not a conversation we truly ever had. At least not seriously, not taking into consideration the logistics behind it. But ever since my sister announced her pregnancy, this need of becoming a mother myself was stirred up. And it got worse since Ben was born since I got to hold my nephew in my arms. It does not help that Ashton is so good with him. Fatherhood looks natural on him, and the sight of him holding the baby makes my heart race. I cannot help it, picturing him with our own baby, imagining how good he will be as a parent. But I also know he is such a good parent because he practically raised his siblings. And then he became the father of the group, the older mentor for his friends. It is more than certain that he needs a break from that role, and I understand that. Sighing, I grab the rinsing cup and wash the shampoo off Ben's head. I lather his washcloth with the cleanser and softly cleanse his skin, making sure I don't scrub too harshly on his sensitive skin. "Everything ok in here?" Ashton asks, resting against the doorframe. "Yes, we are done in a minute." I smile at my husband who picks up the baby's towel and preps it in his arms to carry him to our bedroom. I rinse the baby off and move over so Ashton can pick him out. "Oh, you smell so good, bud." Ashton kisses the top of his head as I rinse and drain his tub. "Can you handle dressing him up so I can prep the milk?" Ashton asks as we walk towards our bed. "Can you handle making his bottle?" I ask and he chuckles. "Piece of cake." He assures me, laying the baby on the changing mat. "I think I can do dress up." I reply, picking up the lavender lotion.

I finish putting on his onesie when Ashton returns with the bottle. "You are still struggling with dressing him up?" He asks with a soft giggle. "If you knew all the steps in his nighttime routine, you wouldn't be that surprised..." I state, picking up the baby and sitting on the ottoman to feed him. "Can I do it? Can I feed him?" He asks, sitting next to me. "Are you sure?" I ask and he nods. "Yeah, yeah. I'll feed him, you go take a shower and then you put him to sleep and I take a shower." He replies, motioning for me to give him the baby. "Ok, I'll make sure to be quick." I hand him Ben carefully, watching him as he starts feeding him. "Go, I have done this in the past, multiple times." Ashton says playfully. I raise my hands in defeat, walking away from the two boys.

I did as fast as I could in the shower, and despite the short length, it was exactly what I needed. I walk out of the bathroom, already clad in my pajamas and ready for Ben's sleeping ritual. Ashton is humming a tune as he walks around the room with Ben in his arms, rubbing his back softly. "I thought I was supposed to be putting him to sleep." I whisper, not wanting to disturb the little guy. "I got carried away. Can you order food?" He asks, in the same hushed tone. "Still TexMex?" I ask, taking my phone from the nightstand where it was charging. "Yes. Get the usual, I think you have the order saved on the app. Ask for door delivery and pay with my credit card, so they don't ring the bell and wake the baby up. Ask for a text upon delivery." He whispers and I shake my head. "So bossy..." I mumble, and he shoots me a look. "I have no problem with your nephew crying all night if you don't have too..." He states, looking at Ben to see if he is asleep. "Ok, ok... A crying baby is the last thing on my checklist for tonight." I reply, writing the instructions for delivery in the special field.

"I think in a minute or two, he will be ready for bed." Ashton announces, bouncing the baby to lull him to sleep. "I will stay with him, you go shower." I reply, laying his bedding on my side of the bed. Thankfully, the bed is big enough for me to sleep comfortably along with Ashton on his side of the bed. "Once he is off, we can't get out of the room. We have to watch him so he doesn't roll over." I remind him and he nods. "So, we will eat in bed. And we will read that book you bought the other day until we are off too." He states, letting Ben on his mat. The baby continues sleeping, sucking on his pacifier rhythmically. "This is why I fell in love with you. You always find solutions." I say happily, making him turn his head and plant a soft peck on my lips. "I'll be right back." He whispers, walking towards the bathroom.

I watch as my nephew sleeps, pouting over how angelic he looks, how peaceful he is. I want a baby, and I want it now. I want to have a baby with Ashton, I want to raise a child with the love of my life, I just want it. It hurts me physically being in need of becoming a mother. "(Y/N)... (Y/N)? Do I flip the page?" Ashton nudges me, making me come out of my thoughts. "Hm?" "We have been on this page for a while? Did you read it? Should I change it?" He asks. "I am sorry, give me a minute." I start scanning the page, but Ashton shuts the book and leaves it on the bedside table. "You seem a bit off. Are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?" He asks me, kissing my temple. I shake my head, taking a breath. "I want a baby." I admit, moving so I can look him in the eye. "Now?" He asks, knitting his eyebrows together. "Don't make fun of me. I want us to have a baby. I know you practically raised your siblings, and then you raised the boys, and I know you needed a break from fatherhood when we got married, but I want to have a baby. I want us to grow this family. I want a baby because..." I go on and on, but Ashton just chuckles and reaches to cup my face. "(Y/N)... Let's have a baby." He says as if it is the simplest, most natural thing in the world. "You are serious?" I ask and he nods. "Very. And if we didn't have our nephew here tonight, I would show you how serious I am about having a baby with you." He winks at me, making my eyes go wide and earning a light slap on the shoulder. "Ashton..." I gasp and he shrugs. "What? You asked for a baby... I am just saying, we can start trying." He replies, pulling me in for a kiss. "You are going to be an amazing dad." I mumble against his lips before I rest my forehead on his. "Only because you are going to make an amazing mum." He kisses the tip of my nose while stroking his thumbs over my cheeks.

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lilmixed-girl · 4 years

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I like me better when im with you.

A/N: I got a burst of inspiration so let's just go with it.

Description: The Virus has finally left and now Calum can finally admit his feeling.

(i suck at descriptions sorry)

Pairing: Calum x Female Reader

You never imagine you would live in California but let alone be friends with a band that you grew up listening too. Moving halfway across the country was a big deal of its own but you moved just about a month be for Covid 19 started to spread. You luckily went out there with some friends and a solid savings account that you knew you would be fine just had to wait everything out. before this all happened you met up with one of your online friends that you have known for years, her name was Crystle and she invited you to have out with her and her boyfriends along with his bandmates. you could turn up the opportunity to make some new friends. after that moment you guys all were instantly inseparable they turned into your brothers and you just grew closer with Crystle and Sierra. When the stay at home order began your heart tore to be away from them but that didn't stop you all, you practically Facetimed every day. especially with Calum. It seemed you guys clicked faster than everyone else.

Fast forward to about a month it was the first night finally being allowed to go out and It’s currently 8:30 pm and you’re getting ready to head out for the night, meeting everyone at a Bar downtown LA. you wanted to show up fashionably late that way you didn't get rushed and it kept the paparazzi off of you. this isolation made them go crazy so they are trying to make up for the lost time and you didn't wanna be apart of this week's gossip so It's a Win-Win. you were just putting your shoes on and heading out the door cause the Lyft just arrived. you wearing some jeans and a bodysuit, its cute but simple. The bar you were heading to isn't the most lavish place but everyone loves it cause its quiet and secluded, A hole in the wall as they put it.

After a quick ride, you thanked your driver and headed out. not having to go far to find the guys cause Calum is outside smoking and the rest of them are keeping him company while drinking their beer. you sneak right up beside Calum without him noticing and snag the cigarette out of his hand. “you know these are bad for you right?” you said after taking a hit from it, “plus if you keep smoking these the fans are going to make more punk Calum fanfics” you added with a wink. He laughs “how would you know, do you read about me before you go to bed?” all the boys laugh and you couldn't help but join in. “That's for me to know and you to never find out,” you said and headed inside to find the girls. The night went by smooth it was just you catching up with some friends over drinks. if you had it your way you would do this every night with them. “not to get all cheesy but I would like to make a toast” you grabbed everyone's attention, “to our freedom, Not only has it been a long month with being contained in quarantined but also to the guys for releasing an amazing album. Honestly, guys, it's so good I can't even lie to you.and even though it has been out for a couple of weeks I'm so glad we all can be together to celebrate” Everyone starts to smile and nod their heads “since moving here it wasn't exactly the smoothest transition but you all have been nothing but sweet and caring to me and I can't help but thank you. So tonight I want us to have a good ass time and enjoy our freedom finally.” they all cheered and got another round of drinks going. Calum looked at you with a small smile.

It sadly became time to all go separate ways, Calum insisted on driving you home instead of getting a uber, as you guys pulled up to your apartment. “hey before you go, it's been on my brain all night” you could tell he was a little hesitant to say what he was about to say, so you decided to not rush him. “You know meeting you has been such a positive for me in my life, you have been our biggest supporter and so kind to everyone. Heck, you even stuck your neck out for sierra when she was getting all that hate and you didn't even know her well yet. And being locked in the house for what seemed like a year I couldn't wait to get out, not only just to be free but to see you and that beautiful smile.” you could help but have tears well up in your eyes before you could say anything he continues “I don't want what I'm saying to affect us negatively so if you don’t feel the say way that's alright we can just forget this ever happened, but I just need to get this out. I like you a lot and I would love to take you out and see what this could be if you want.” he finished with and a kinda scared look, like he wasn't sure what you would say. and to be honest you have always thought Calum was cute but you are so used to not having guys like you back so you pushed down your feelings. “I would love to go out with you Calum,” you said with the biggest smile “oh thank god I was praying you would say that.” he lets out a sigh of relief. You told him to text you when he wants to set up the date, you entered your apartment with the same big smile you had in the car. Today just couldn't get any better.

AN:i hope you like it sorry if it feels kinda rushed i kinda wanna do a pt.2 for it so just let me know please! i hope everyone is doing ok and at home and safe. Love you All XOXO

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chaoticconstellation · 1 year

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I posted 5,590 times in 2022

That's 3,688 more posts than 2021!

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The second half of this is only applicable until episode 7 comes out tonight sooooo 🤷 hope y’all enjoy 💛

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Based on @meraarts lovely little fan fiction about Hob confronting Wuvvy once again 💕💕 read the fic here Coco_Cavio on AO3

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Actual Crumbl Sugar Cookie Recipe from a former employee who is no longer bound by their NDA:

makes approximately 55 cookies (or 200 minis!):

ingredients:

For Cookie:

2 pounds SALTED butter

1.9 pounds white sugar

1.2 pounds powdered sugar

8 eggs

4 cups of canola oil

4 tsps of ALMOND EMULSION. can substitute for extract, but use half the amount. can also swap for other flavored extracts like vanilla!

6 pounds of flour

*half ingredient packet* Crumbl uses ingredient packets to make sure that only corporate knows the recipes, but based on what’s missing from a standard cookie recipe and what happens if you forget a packet these are the approximate substitutions

5 tablespoons baking soda

5 tablespoons baking powder

For the Frosting:

1/2 a pound of SALTED butter

6 cups of heavy whipping cream (40% milk fat)

7.5 pounds powdered sugar

2 teaspoons ALMOND EMULSION *same as before can be substituted with half amount of almond extract or vanilla if you choose*

any food coloring of your choice but Crumbl uses RED. you only need *drops*

baking directions:

preheat oven to 290 degrees F or 143 C

soften your butters in your microwave, this step is crucial. you want them NOT at all melted, but soft enough to mold with your hands easily

put your butters and sugars into a large bowl, it’s easiest if this is a stand mixer, but if not an electric hand mixer is fine. you *may* attempt this by hand but i would recommend you don’t.

if you have levels choose your most medium level and beat your butter and sugar for 10 minutes. seriously. and it’s probably not done. scrape the sides, if there is any resistance it’s not done. the texture you’re going for is like passing your spatula through a cloud. you should feel no resistance, the mixture will be light, fluffy and if you feel it between your fingers it will be silky with *slight* sugary texture. imagine applying it to your face, it’s a daily cleanser not a weekly exfoliant.

when you think you’re done put it on for another 2 minutes to be safe.

turn down to level one and add your eggs, oil and flavoring. mix until it creates a creamy soup mixture.

add all of your flour and baking soda and powder.

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3,997 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

Crumbl Cookies Actual Chocolate Chip Recipe from a former employee who is no longer bound by their NDA:

to make approximately 35 cookies (or 140 minis!):

ingredients:

2 pounds of SALTED butter

1 pound of white sugar

1.5 pounds of brown sugar

8 whole eggs

4 pounds of flour

*half an ingredient pack* Crumbl has an ingredient packet that goes into their cookies to make sure that no one but corporate officially knows their recipes. however based on what is missing from a standard chocolate chip cookie recipe and what happens to the cookies if you forget the packet I have come up with this solution

5 tablespoons baking soda

5 tablespoons baking powder

2.75 pounds milk chocolate chips *** Crumbl originally used Ghirardelli but switched to their own brand in the summer of 2021.

Instructions:

preheat your oven to 290 degrees F or 143 C

soften your butters in your microwave, this step is crucial. you want them NOT at all melted, but soft enough to mold with your hands easily

put your butters and sugars into a large bowl, it’s easiest if this is a stand mixer, but if not an electric hand mixer is fine. you *may* attempt this by hand but i would recommend you don’t.

when you’re pretty sure you got it to the right texture go for 1 more minute just to be safe.

now that’s over with turn your mixer down to 1, and add half of your eggs. let them mostly incorporate. all yolks should be broken and you should only see slight streaks of yellow. then add your second half of the eggs and look for the same consistency.

scrape the bottom of the bowl to make sure no yolks are hiding down there!

now add your flour all once! yup! mix it on low *just* until you see a dough start to form. There should still be plenty of unincorporated flour!!!

then add your chocolate chips.

mix until you have a smooth and consistent mixture.

crumbl cookies weighs each chocolate chip cookie at 5.5 ounces.

my best approximation is that you’ll be making about 35 cookies so go for that if you don’t have a scale.

the shape of the crumbl cookie can be achieved by making a large ball of dough then tearing off the top to leave a ripped top. those cracks and spikes are part of the signature. so you can skip this step if you just want a good cookie recipe.

*if you want to make the minis like Crumbl does for catering the weight is 1.3 ounces and the bake time is 10 minutes*

place on a parchment lined baking sheet leaving 2 inches between each cookie and the edges of the baking sheet. You can fit 9 on a standard cookie sheet.

bake your cookies for 16 minutes, rotating the pan 11 minutes in! (Crumbl has ovens the rotate while baking constantly so this will help even cooking times)

*important* i know the temptation to eat the cookies directly out of the oven is great. BUT. the cookies actually are not done baking fresh out of the oven! they bake outside of the oven in their own heat for 5 minutes while they cool! so wait at least 5 minutes or 10 if you have self control!

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My #1 post of 2022

On this day one year ago, I was fired from Crumbl Cookies because my grandfather suddenly died and I cried when I found out and was on the clock. They make you sign a waiver to not talk about the recipes that lasts one year after your termination. Well guess what babes. That day, is today. RIP Nanu, you’ve been missed. But for anyone who likes the Chocolate Chip Cookies or the Iced Sugar Cookies, check out the recipes in the links. Feel free to ask about other recipes, it’s been a year but some things are just reskinned versions of these lol. Good Luck and Happy Baking.

Edit: Here is a Master List of all the recipes I have been able to remember thus far; I will be updating it as I am able!

38,604 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

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goldensstateofgrace · 3 years

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OK I need yall’s help! would you rather have a kinda sad but long cal blurb or a fluffy dad!cal blurb??? i need help! i wanna write both rn but i can’t so which one?!?!?!?

#calum hood #Calum Thomas Hood #calum 5sos #calumthomashood #calum imagine #calumhoodfic #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #dad!cal #fluffy!cal #sadfic

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kaleidoscopxeyesx · 4 years

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The Middle | 5SOS - Ashton Irwin Imagine

Inspirada pelo cover do 5 Seconds of Summer de “The Middle” e baseada na letra da música ❤ Esse é o meu primeiro imagine do 5SOS - e em estilo de songfic também - então espero que gostem!

nº de palavras: 3K

legendas: (S/N) - seu nome (s/cor/o) - sua cor de olhos.

sinopse: você e Ashton namoram há aproximadamente um ano e tudo sempre foi bom e descomplicado entre vocês - tão perfeito quanto possível. Ou, pelo menos, até cerca de uma semana atrás, quando ele começou a se comportar diferente e vocês passaram a brigar com frequência, fazendo-os chegar até o que parece o limite com mais essa discussão acalorada.

Pedidos estão abertos!💕

Aproveitem pra imaginar muito com esse anjo impecável e se gostarem, ainda tenho outros em mente com cada um dos nossos aussies ❤ Boa leitura! ❤

Era como se o ar pudesse pesar sobre seus ombros - de novo.

Você estava sentada no sofá desarrumado da sala de estar de Ashton, as mãos enterradas nos cabelos e a cabeça entre os joelhos. Seus olhos (s/cor/o) estavam avermelhados, mas você já não chorava - embora algo em você ainda a fizesse sentir vontade.

Ashton estava distante o suficiente para evitar danos - porque sinceramente, a tensão que havia entre vocês era tão carregada que fazia parecer que trocar mais uma palavra poderia fazer o cômodo inteiro ruir.

Sentado na escada, ele tinha uma das mãos fechada em punho na altura da testa, por onde algumas mechas dos cabelos desarrumados caíam, enquanto os olhos estavam presos em algum ponto no chão sob seus pés.

Vocês realmente não faziam ideia de como haviam chegado à essa bagunça, ou por quê as coisas haviam ficado tão agressivas e inóspitas entre vocês há mais ou menos uma semana agora.

Ashton vinha estando bem ocupado com os compromissos da banda nos últimos meses, mas isso não era um problema - depois de aproximadamente um ano juntos, vocês sabiam lidar bem com isso. O fato é que, de repente, ele não só estava mais fora do que na própria casa - onde você vinha ficando com ele há algum tempo -, como vocês também passavam o tempo juntos, na verdade, se desentendendo.

Você achava que ele vinha sendo grosseiro com você às vezes, em assuntos e momentos que te pareciam realmente aleatórios, e ele ou parecia não notar, ou achava que você estava exagerando. Talvez fosse o estresse, e você já havia pego até algumas dicas de ciúmes aqui e ali, mas por que faria sentido? E além do mais, não seria mais fácil ele confessar o que quer que fosse e vocês conversariam sobre isso, ao invés de atacar um ao outro, competindo pela última palavra?

Porque vinha sendo assim nos últimos dias, até que um de vocês: a) se distanciasse para evitar uma continuação; b) esquecesse o orgulho e se aproximasse, ou c) que tivessem se passado horas o suficiente para esquecer o motivo de tudo aquilo, voltando a conversar como se nada tivesse acontecido.

Depois de horas, de novo você escolhia a opção que vinha sendo “favorita” nesse cenário de caos, e se levantou do sofá esfregando os olhos discretamente, até parar na frente da escada que levava ao andar de cima, onde o baterista estava. Mesmo querendo passar, você não tinha intenção de criar uma nova discussão, então suspirou antes de falar, fazendo-o levantar a cabeça na sua direção.

-Com licença? - você murmurou, piscando para o chão e depois para os degraus atrás dele. Era fácil ceder olhando naqueles olhos, com o olhar que sabia que ele tinha agora.

-Por que? Aonde você vai? - ele se apressou em perguntar, hesitando em sair do caminho. Os olhos dele correram o seu rosto de lá pra cá, um misto de dúvida e medo.

Você pensou por um momento e desistiu de mentir. Que se dane.

-Vou pegar minhas coisas.

Assim que disse, você engoliu a seco e foi inevitável repassar quantas vezes havia pensado e dito aquilo naqueles últimos dias. Torcendo pra que ele não notasse a hesitação e pra que, principalmente, não tentasse impedir, você ergueu os olhos tão duramente para os dele quanto pôde.

Ele se levantou na mesma hora. Você respirou fundo, mas não se moveu quanto a figura alta dele fez sombra à sua.

-(S/N), não, é sério. Por que você fica...? - ele começou a protestar, mas num espaço que deu ao erguer os braços, você engoliu o ar e passou escada acima.

Doía agir dessa maneira - se esquivar um do outro, poupar palavras e gestos -, mas ultimamente, todas as alternativas que vocês escolhiam pareciam doer igual - só cada vez mais profundas numa ferida que não se lembravam de ter aberto.

E no entanto, lá estava ela, ardendo e consumindo cada um - e tudo o que havia no meio - como fogo ateado pra isso.

Fazendo você puxar com força as gavetas do armário onde suas coisas se misturavam às dele, arrancando de lá as roupas e jogando-as na cama sem olhar - e sem pensar.

Fazendo Ashton seguir você até ali só pra parar no batente com um olhar de desespero e exaustão, e depois passar para o lado de dentro, pedindo que você parasse enquanto te impedia de pegar a mala no alto do compartimento que só ele costumava alcançar por vocês dois.

-Me larga, Ashton! Tire as mãos...! - você relutou contra os braços fortes dele te segurando, mãos fechadas nos seus pulsos, te impedindo de mover mas tentando não usar toda a força que ele tinha, porque não queria te machucar.

-Pare, (S/N), me escute um minuto! - ele gritou exasperado, abaixando seus braços nas mãos dele e te encarando com os olhos muito abertos - Foi só uma discussão idiota e nós já tivemos outras, você sabe disso!

-É claro que eu sei! - você gritou de volta, se inclinando na direção dele conforme falava, a rispidez da voz parecendo rasgar seu peito - E eu não estou disposta a mais, é por isso que não podemos passar mais uma noite debaixo do mesmo teto! - exclamou, batendo os braços no ar pra se livrar das mãos dele, que os soltou de repente, se afastando.

-O que diabos você quer dizer com isso? - ele diminuiu um pouco o tom, mas ainda era áspero e o rosto estava desenhado em expectativa.

Não era possível que você estivesse sugerindo o que aquelas palavras faziam parecer - foi o que ele pensou quando você desviou o olhar e seus olhos arderam sob a atenção dos dele.

-Você está indo embora? - ele insistiu, dessa vez um pouco mais alto, como se te sacudisse de um transe. E bateu as mãos nas pernas, impaciente, sem tirar os olhos dos seus.

-Eu não sei, Ash, eu não sei! - você respondeu de uma vez, também impaciente, sem piscar completamente porque não queria ceder às lágrimas acumuladas - Faz alguma diferença, afinal? Pra você, quero dizer, do jeito que temos estado?

Ele riu sem humor, rolando os olhos e virando-se para a porta, negando com a cabeça.

-É claro que faz! - e se virou de volta pra você, o resquício de riso irônico ainda na voz, como se fosse óbvio, passando as mãos com raiva pelos cabelos despojados.

Você começou a discutir de novo um segundo depois, mas ele se virou de novo para a porta, como se procurasse alguma resposta, as mãos ainda enterradas nos cachos castanhos claros com nervosismo - e não estava mais te ouvindo.

Ele sempre impedira a si mesmo de pensar no momento em que você iria embora por algumas razões.

1. porque parecia loucura ficar com alguém pensando que terminaria; 2. ele nunca havia pensado que te daria motivos pra isso; 3. porque ele sempre garantira a si mesmo, e a você também, que nunca deixaria isso acontecer - a menos que fizesse algo realmente estúpido e merecesse.

Isso se reacendeu na cabeça de Ashton naquele mesmo instante - quando ele cogitou a ideia de que você estivesse indo -, e então ele se virou de volta. Você estava gritando sobre ele sempre dar as costas, como estava fazendo ali, e as lágrimas já umedeciam seu rosto quando ele negou com a cabeça e disse.

-Eu não posso deixar você ir.

Você demorou alguns segundos pra captar as palavras, ter certeza de que ele as havia dito.

-O que? - e franziu o cenho, pensando no quanto aquilo era desconexo de todo o ódio e amargura que você estava despejando nele há um momento atrás.

-Não posso deixar você ir, (S/N), e não vou. - ele passou por você de repente, pegando as roupas na cama e atirando-as de volta na gaveta vazia, voltando a dizer enquanto isso - Não é assim que nós resolvemos as coisas! Nós não deveríamos estar tomando caminhos separados nisso, então ninguém vai fugir hoje, certo?!

Ele praticamente ordenou, categórico como você sabia que podia ser, mas há tanto não ouvia naquele sentido. Ele não havia mesmo jogado aquilo contra você, não é?

Sim, ele havia. E foi quando parou de se mover pra lá e pra cá, batendo a gaveta de volta com uma mão, que você disse, desacreditada.

-Fugir?! - e bateu as mãos no ar, deixando uma risada irônica escapar na pergunta retórica e, pra você, estúpida - Sabe, Ashton, você tem razão. Nós não deveríamos estar assim, porque eu estou cansada de sentir que tenho feito tudo sozinha por nós dois! - você tornou a gritar, a garganta e o peito raspando com o tom, sem se importar.

-Sozinha! - ele exclamou, copiando sua ironia e voltando a gesticular com as mãos no ar, se virando, mas sem sair do quarto. Você esfregou as mãos no rosto e quando ele abriu a boca para falar de novo, não houve tempo - Como se eu-

-Por que você não me encontra na droga do meio do caminho, Ashton?! Por que você não entra num acordo comigo de uma vez?

As palavras fizeram um eco ensurdecedor e quando vocês se deram conta dos rostos um do outro, o estrago estava tão claro que era doloroso. Mas, havia algo no silêncio que fizera parecer que aquilo finalmente acabaria - que ele atenderia ao seu pedido em forma de súplica.

Ashton viu os caminhos das lágrimas reluzindo nas suas bochechas ao toque da luz e as marcas de umidade nas mangas do moletom muito largo dele, que você usava e torcia nos dedos.

Você viu os olhos dele discretamente marejados, os cachos bagunçados demais caindo nas têmporas e os músculos rígidos debaixo da camiseta branca que ele vestia.

Vocês dois imploravam um ao outro por alguma coisa, em silêncio, só fixando um ao outro com o olhar - pra você, porque já havia dito demais. Por isso, quando a boca dele se entreabriu e sua esperança foi quebrada por um suspiro seguido de nada, você irrompeu escada abaixo de novo, sem pensar.

Ele resmungou consigo mesmo no quarto e, batendo os pés, seguiu você até a cozinha.

Ainda haviam respingos no chão e o som da torneira pingando lentamente na pia, onde os cacos de um copo estavam espalhados - assim como os estilhaços de um prato na bancada bem ao centro do lugar.

Era como se o caos que vocês vinham sendo estivesse retratado por todo lado.

Ele havia tentado fazer um café da manhã - embora tivessem acordado consideravelmente tarde pra isso - pra vocês, e quando você acordou, decidiu ajudar. Parecia que seria um dia gostoso e diferente dos outros daquela semana - como era há uma ou duas semanas atrás.

Ou, pelo menos, essas haviam sido as melhores intenções de vocês.

Quando os dois se deram conta, um comentário e uma resposta brusca haviam se tornado uma discussão acalorada e, de repente, as coisas estavam quebradas nas suas mãos e nas dele, entre as vozes exasperadas de vocês.

E Ashton nunca desejou tanto que as intenções realmente bastassem - exceto por agora.

-Você não pode me deixar sozinha um pouco? - você retrucou quando o viu chegar na cozinha, enxugando as lágrimas antes de se virar completamente para vê-lo - Não parecia ter nada pra dizer lá em cima mesmo.

-Me desculpe, está bem?! - ele devolveu antes que você pudesse acrescentar algo, o tom mais alto de novo - Eu não sei o que aconteceu com nós nessa última semana, quando foi que tudo ficou tão... Agressivo e complicado, eu acho. - ele negou com a cabeça pra si mesmo - Mas, eu sei que é algo sobre mim, também.

Com o modo como ele frisou a última palavra, você franziu o cenho e caminhou hesitante na direção dele.

-Também? - você repetiu, incrédula, erguendo o rosto para fitar o dele conforme se aproximava, e começou a disparar as palavras com ansiedade depois de um suspiro.

-Você não está mesmo tentando dizer que eu fiz algo de errado, não é? Que eu tenho feito algo além de...

-Eu estou dizendo que se precisa de dois pra fazer uma briga, (S/N). - ele interrompeu num tom médio, mas amargo.

-Ah, é claro! - você bateu as mãos no ar com ironia - Como se eu tivesse feito algo todos esses dias além de tentar cercar e amenizar as coisas entre nós! Era realmente só o que estava faltando! Você esperar que eu ficasse quieta ouvindo tudo que...

-Eu esperava que nós fizéssemos as coisas do jeito certo! - ele te cortou, gesticulando ansioso - Fácil e bom, como sempre foi!

Com um silêncio tênue, você engoliu a seco e torceu mais o tecido do moletom nas mãos, um nó se formando na garganta, quando ele expirou com pesar e se virou de um lado para o outro antes de falar, num tom mais ameno.

-Você não faz ideia de como eu só quero, todos os dias, chegar e ter você perto, como era... - ele passou os lábios um pelo outro e te encarou fixamente no silêncio, tentando reajustar a voz - E eu não...

-Então me traga pra perto, Ash! - você exclamou, ignorando a forma como sua voz oscilou, se aproximando dele - Por que você não faz isso?! - você repetiu e o empurrou no peito, as lágrimas ardendo nos olhos.

No mesmo instante, ele fechou as mãos nos seus braços e quando você cedeu, passou os braços em volta do seu corpo com força, fazendo você colidir com o dele. O rosto em seu peito substituiu as mãos, sem poder ou querer se mover no laço estreito e forte dos braços dele ao seu redor.

Ele descansou o rosto no topo da sua cabeça e quando fechou os olhos, tudo desapareceu, exceto o aroma familiar do seu perfume tão perto e o corpo bem encaixado nos braços dele, a respiração acalmando gradativamente e discreta. As lágrimas quentes na camisa dele, chegando à pele, cortando o coração dele, mas todo o resto - você - recompondo-o de volta.

E fora exatamente o mesmo com você. Um quadro branco preencheu todo o caos e arsenal de palavras violentas que estavam na sua cabeça antes. Só havia a sensação acalentadora dos braços fortes e quentes dele ao seu redor, como um porto seguro depois da tempestade. O perfume ressoando conforme você respirava, as batidas do coração no seu ouvido. Você quase podia ouvir o alívio na forma como se acalmavam, deixando de lutar.

-Me desculpe, Ash. - você tentou dizer, num murmúrio, sem se mover - Eu sei que fui dura e te machuquei também, nunca quis fazer isso.

Você apertou os braços mais ao redor da cintura dele e ele devolveu, fechando mais os dele à sua volta e inclinando a cabeça para encostar os lábios no topo da sua.

-Eu também nunca quis fazer isso com você, babe. - ele disse à altura dos seus cabelos, com aquele sotaque australiano no vocativo que te fez sorrir - Eu acho que foi só porque esses últimos dias têm sido tão cheios com os garotos e a banda, que eu não... - ele hesitou, pigarreando - Eu não queria trazer os problemas do trabalho pra você, então fiquei evitando e nós ficamos distantes.

Conforme ele falava, você relacionava as palavras e desenhava círculos invisíveis nas costas dele com os dedos, mas quando aquela frase ressoara, você parou. Uma onda estranha passou por sua cabeça e você começou a entender, se deixando levar conforme ele falava, porque tudo começava a fazer sentido e o chão sob seus pés pareceu se refazer aos poucos.

-E então ver você se dar bem com os garotos, e correr para as suas amigas quado nós brigamos... - ele negou com a cabeça, afastando as imagens e te reassegurando perto - Acho que me deixou com ciúmes e irritado, e eu não tinha saídas assim. Sei que deve soar estúpido e chegar a esse ponto é-

-Olhe pra mim, Ash. - você cortou-o, se afastando só o suficiente para fazê-lo te encarar - Você deve sempre me contar, tudo isso. Os problemas do trabalho e como se sente com as coisas, todas elas. - e sorriu, passando uma das mãos pelo lado do rosto dele.

-Se vamos passar a noite brigando ou falando sobre o seu trabalho, eu não me importaria nem em enumerar as cantadas ruins de vocês e ver um compilado de vídeos do Michael gritando sem motivo.

Com isso, ele segurou sua mão no rosto dele enquanto ria, negando com a cabeça e você não pôde deixar de fazer o mesmo.

-Mas, é sério. Nós estamos juntos Ash, pra valer. E não tem problema sem solução se estivermos sempre assim.

Conforme você dizia, ele correu os olhos pelos traços no seu rosto e os lábios se movendo enquanto você falava, e depois sorria - apreciando e absorvendo cada detalhe. Então sorriu de volta e beijou a palma da sua mão no rosto dele.

-É, eu sei, você tem razão. Eu só estava cheio demais pra lembrar disso, mas não vai acontecer de novo. Exceto pela louça, talvez. - ele acenou para os pedaços quebrados na bancada e na pia, fazendo uma careta.

Você riu com gosto, concordando com a cabeça antes de entrelaçar os dedos de vocês e baixar o olhar um segundo.

-E eu sinto muito por fugir também. Era só ao que eu conseguia chegar pra evitar que piorasse, e acho que nunca realmente parei pra pensar no quão ruim era.

-Está tudo bem, amor, isso já passou. - ele garantiu, acarinhando sua mão na dele - Agora eu vou garantir também que você nunca mais precise fazer isso.

Com um olhar de dúvida, mas contente e afeiçoado enquanto observava o rosto dele, você segurou o sorriso e esperou em silêncio, quando ele entrelaçou as mãos na sua cintura e te aproximou, os olhos atentos nos seus.

-Vou sempre te encontrar no meio do caminho. - ele sussurrou, sorrindo de canto como uma criança orgulhosa.

E antes que você pudesse se erguer nos próprios pés, Ash se inclinou pra colar os lábios de vocês um no outro, acabando com o meio centímetro de distância em que você sorriu, selando o beijo com afeto.

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egyptiangoldhood · 5 years

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he’s really out here trying to kill us all

#I welcome it though #plus Duke content #I’m living for this #those biceps are killing me #AND HIS HANDS #AND JAWLINE #his hair looks so fluffy and curly #he looks so good #calum #calum hood #calum hood imagine #5 seconds of summer #5sos #egh

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babe-babylon · 5 years

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Spilling Tea(c.h)

SO! I’m a sucker for travelling, here’s how i picture it with best friend Calum! you can also find travelling with Cal to Amsterdam imagine here! (though the story lines are different!)

You loved travelling. Calum loved you. Nothing really compared to the happiness Calum felt seeing you at your happiest state, and to share memories and adventures with you he knew would be remembered for a lifetime. You had tons of them. Like that time you went on tour with him and travelled half way across the world. Or that time you just randomly suggested you fly together to south Africa because you were drunk and cried over how much you loved elephants. Like that time you spent an entire week getting wasted in Vegas for his birthday and ended up waking up married more than once. Or like that time you simply sat on his porch in the brand new apartment in LA, having you flying all the way there(before you decided to move yourself) and kissed. Fucking finally kissed. You know, like best friends do and never speak about the scene ever again just so you could still stay best friends.

But as your birthday date came closer and closer, you knew Calum had a plan. You didn't know how far he'd go or if there was even anything involved with airplanes and even when you said all you cared about was spending the day with him, you knew he wouldn't just let you sit in your sweatpants.

"I can't believe you went this far" you laughed as you looked at the tickets in your hand.

"London isn't that far" He teased,smiling.

You slapped his chest teasingly, "dumbass" you rolled your eyes, "this is the best gift ever, thank you for being insane".

Now, it was the day before your birthday and you were already the happiest person in London, or perhaps in the entire world, practically glowing as you explored every place possible with Calum. Going from the obvious tourist things to do, to weird places you had no idea how Calum knew. But it was so cool, you had to admit it was so cool. You sometimes felt like a child about how exciting everything seemed to you.

"No fucking way" you laughed

"What? Don't you think it's a sweet idea?" Calum smiled

"Well yeah but it's just the most touristy thing ever"

"Baby, it's part of the London experience to have tea time" he said.

You nodded, "you're right, and i like being tourists with you".

He agreed before pulling his camera out and snapping a picture of you with an obnoxious flash and sound that just made you roll your eyes,

"Just taking pictures of the view" he teased.

"So cliche Cal" you laughed.

"Not as cliche as a fucking afternoon tea time in London"

"You did it!" You gasped with a smile.

"Stop blaming me and pick a damn tea already"

"But cal" you sighed dramatically, "I can't"

"Can't pick a tea?" ,You shook your head,no,

"You know how indecisive I am"

"It's just tea" Calum rolled his eyes.

"Well yeah but what if it tastes bad?" You questioned.

"Then just order another one?" He answered back

"But what if yours tastes better?" You smiled

"Then we can switch" Calum sighed, anything so you could finally make a decision.

"Fine" you huffed.

"So which one?" He asked

You couldn't help but close your eyes and point your finger at something on the menu, whatever it was would be what you'll order. "Hmm... blueberry tea" you hummed, "that sounds nice"

"I can't believe you just picked that out with your eyes closed" Calum shook his head laughing.

"It's a scientific method for us who can't choose anything" you shrugged.

"You're just an idiot and I'll have a green tea" he stated.

"That's not a nice thing to say to the birthday girl" you shook your head sarcastically.

"You're not a birthday girl till tomorrow" Calum said back.

"It's already my birthday somewhere in the world" you replied.

"But you're here, and here it isn't"

"Why are you so childish?" You smiled.

"Says you!" he snapped, "I refuse to believe it's not your 3rd birthday or something tomorrow".

"The queen's turning 4 tomorrow" you said with 4 raised fingers.

"Try 24" he mentioned.

"Ew don't remind me of that" you shook your head.

"You're an old baby" he smirked.

When your tea was finally cold enough for you to actually drink it but not too cold, you were finally ready to sip and as you both raised your little cups, with your pinkies up, of course, and sipped it you shared a look with Calum, your eyes not leaving his as both of your mouths filled with the flavor of your teas.

He knew what was about to come and it was just a matter of seconds before you said "let's switch" which Calum just had to laugh at because no matter what, even if you ate the same thing exactly, his food or drinks always tasted better than yours. You never had an explanation, it was just facts and Calum didn't care since he had no choise but to learn to accept it and eventually he found it amusing.

"Like i said, a baby" he hummed softly before you switched cups as he acknowledged the pink lipstick stain that match the pink cup.

You just stuck your tongue out obnoxiously at him before you grabbed a cookie from the tray infront of you and just stared at it for a little, thinking whether or not it looked tasty.

"So...umm..." Calum shifted a little trying to fish something out of his pocket, "this is for you".

He handed you a folded envelope, with a card inside.

"Cal, you didn't have to" you smiled sweetly.

He shook his head, "What? Didn't have to wish my best friend a happy birthday?"

"Thank you" you grabbed his hand across the table and gave it a small squeez, "I don't deserve you, you really are the best".

"You are. You really are the best friend I could have asked for" he said.

You shook your head at that, "Stop. You'll make me blush" you covered your face.

"Why? You really are"

"No I'm not that amazing" you rolled your eyes.

"Can I spill some tea for a second?" he joked

"Literally?" You smiled

"Metaphorically" he smiled back, same soft sweet smile as always.

Same sweet smile he had when he told you he loved you not just as his childhood best friend but more, back when you were practically kids. Well not really, you were 17. Drunk for the first time in your life and partying at someone's house you barely knew from Calum's soccer team. You did know some people, it was a high school party after all but it was safe for you to stay in your comfort zone with Calum and to be wrapped around him the entire night. When your head was spinning fast and your heart raced, Calum took you outside to have some fresh air and you could barely form a reaction when he told you of his feelings for you. It was bound to happen, everyone knew that. But you chose to believe that Calum was just too drunk and faded and that's the only reason he said those things. You never spoke about that scene again ever, you just assumed Calum forgot how you didn't even replied and that the topic should die but you never really managed or even tried to erase that from your head. The memory that came with the soft smile saying an even softer 'I love you' was occasionally playing in your head, espcially in darker times.

"Can we be serious for a second?", you nodded.

"If you won't love yourself no one will be able to love you"

"I have never said I don't love myself" you scoffed

Calum raised his eyebrow, "I remember us meeting at 3 years old, not yesterday. I know you."

"Fine. You know me" you said

"It sucks to know you dont" he reffered to his statment from earlier.

"If I can live with that, so can you" you repeated. Sometimes you felt a little too much even on Calum and even though he knew you for almost your entire life. As if maybe even after all these years, he will finally catch up and realise you're not good enough and definitely not good enough for him. Maybe it was too much on him. You were too much on him.

"It's impossible with you sometimes" he sighed.

"Because i don't love myself?" You coked an eyebrow.

"Because you won't let others love you"

You took a moment to let the words echo through your brain and wrap around them before you opened your mouth to say the most unsure question you've ever needed to ask,

"Not even you?" You said a little above whisper.

Calum grabbed your hand across the table, giving you back that same light squeez you gave him earlier, he pushed the small light pink envelope from before towards you and nudged you to unfold it as you saw his perfect handwritten 'I love you' on it.

"Now and always".

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caelesjjk · 4 years

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Blurb week

Would anyone wanna send me some domestic!sos blurb requests? I’m in a writing funk and I think maybe if I write something else for a bit I’ll be able to finish fic I’ve been working on. So send me things and I’ll write them this week!

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #cth #mgc #afi #lrh #5sos fanfiction #5sos oneshots #domestic 5sos #like lets really get fluffy #maybe a little smutty #cuz u know its me

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ghostofmaxx · 6 years

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5SOS concert tonight!

Y’all will get some juicy pics from tonight I promise my bbs 💕💖

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lovesosweeet · 6 years

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LOL x The WLDLFE (c.h.) imagine

LOL x The WLDLFE

summary: calum’s friends meet y/n and it doesn’t go how they wanted.

Calum liked to keep the people he dated separate from his friends. It’s not that he didn’t like either party well enough, or that he was ashamed of either. It’s that he knew that they’d get along well—well enough that they would become friends inevitably. And it’s hard to break up with someone when they’ve weaved their way into the fabric of your social circles.

He didn’t like to make anyone else have to choose between him and his former partners or to make things awkward. In order for Calum to introduce someone he was dating to his friends, or even mention their name to his friends, he had to be serious about them, i.e. serious enough that he had no future breakup in sight. At least, he had to have no intentions of breaking up with them any time soon.

Beyond that, he wasn’t exactly out of the public eye. People he was with would be known. And he couldn’t be seen with someone new every other week or month. He had to keep his private life private until it was something he was really sure about.

All this was hard for Y/N, though she understood it perfectly. He had met her friends long ago, after a month or so of them dating, at her best friend’s birthday party, due to her best friend’s insistence upon meeting the boy who had her so damn smitten. She didn’t push it, though, not wanting to ruin anything with someone she was already over halfway fallen for.

Neither Calum nor she had expected that today would be the day that she met two of his best friends.

He, Ashton, and Luke were out at lunch with Michael when she called, saying she was at the beach with her dogs and her car wouldn’t start. She would have called for an Uber, but the dogs were sandy and wet, something a tip for the driver probably wouldn’t cover. She was too nice to ruin a stranger’s car, someone who was just trying to make ends meet. Letting her dogs get wet sand all over their back seat would possibly, probably, prohibit them from driving anyone else for the rest of the day, or would ensure a lack of tips for the rest of the day.

However, calling Calum and asking him to pick her up was a different story. She could vacuum out his car herself the next day or give him money to help cover getting it cleaned professionally.

Little did she know, Calum wouldn’t be picking her up in his own car. No, Ashton had driven Luke and Calum to lunch, since he lives with Luke and Calum had gone over earlier in the day, something he does almost as often as he goes over to Y/N’s on her days off. He didn’t have the guts to tell the already flustered girl on the call that she would also be meeting two of his best friends today.

“So, who’s this girl, exactly?” Ashton asks, making eye contact with Calum in his rearview mirror.

Calum flushes a deep shade of nervous pink. Only now does he realize that he’s never told his friends he was seeing anyone. After so many failed dating attempts, he stopped telling his friends he was dating someone. He would tell his friends he was seeing someone, it wouldn’t work out, and then the next week he would go out with a new girl and it would confuse people that it was someone different, who, yet again, didn’t work out.

But Y/N did work out--does. She’s stuck around, and he doesn’t want her going anywhere. He’ll be with her as long as she will let him, and he really hopes that’s for a long time.

Is this the right time to tell his friends the girl they’re picking up at the beach with a broken down car is... indescribable?

She’s a major score, in the least objectifying way. She’s the type of girl he dreamt of meeting, dating, being with, when he was 17. She’s kind, and funny, and silly, and generous, and easy to talk to, and it’s almost fucking ridiculous how perfectly her hand locks with his and how Duke gets along so perfectly with her two dogs (and her damn cat).

Does he drop it on his friends that he’s dating a homerun of a girl that they’ve never even heard of whom he’s well on the way to being in love with right now? No... no, he can’t. Michael’s not even here. He can’t tell the two of them without telling the third.

Surely there’s a better time than on the 103 degree day in the middle of the summer, when Y/N is at the beach with her dogs, a pair of high waisted cotton shorts sticking to her thighs, her t-shirt a lost cause, discarded in a heap on the sandy pavement next to her, her pale blue sports bra drenched in splotches of sweat. Surely she’d rather be introduced as his girl on a day when she actually washed her hair and doesn’t have an angry sunburn painting her nose, or when there isn’t a layer of sand coating her legs and arms, no matter how many times she tries to brush it off.

“She’s... a friend,” Calum mumbles. He doesn’t sound convincing. He wouldn’t believe himself, really. Yet, even with his lack of conviction, Luke and Ashton just nod, giving each other a knowing smile that Calum is too dazed to notice.

Ashton pulls into the parking lot at the beach access to which Y/N had texted Calum the address, Calum’s eye’s immediately spotting her next to her beat up little hatchback with a million stickers littering the rear window and bumper, her two dogs laying in the shade of the car with Y/N standing next to them, watching the entrance of the lot closely for Calum’s car.

“I’m guessing she’s the one with the dogs?” Luke quips and chuckles, but Ashton is already driving over to the corner of the lot where she’s waiting for a car that isn’t going to come. Calum doesn’t know that Ashton knows what she looks like, but Ashton has seen her as his home screen on Cal’s phone and would recognize the natural beauty anywhere.

Calum already has his seatbelt undone before Ashton can manage to put the car into park. “You guys can wait in here in the air con,” he says, opening the door and hopping onto the pavement swiftly. “And don’t you fucking dare say anything stupid when she gets in here.”

Luke and Ashton just shake their heads and laugh, watching Calum hurry over to Y/N, who has a very confused facial expression at the moment.

“Calum!” She hisses when he’s close enough to her that he can hear her quiet voice. He reaches out to get her shirt off the ground and take her tote bag (containing her keys, sunscreen, empty water bottle, collapsable dog bowl, and poop bags) from her shoulder.

He gives her a nervous smile, uncertain about the best way to explain the situation to her. “I’m sorry!” He practically winces under her increasingly angered glare.

“Since when am I supposed to be meeting your band mates to-fucking-day?”

“I know, I’m sorry--I couldn’t just leave you out here, though, and we were out at lunch and Ash drove and I didn’t want to make him take me back to their apartment so I could get my own car when you were out here in this heat and the dogs are probably tired and thirsty and it would take so much longer if we didn’t do it this way and I know you’d rather do this under different circumstances...” Calum’s words fall from his chapped lips in an anxiety filled jumble that make Y/N’s mood soften to almost regretting that she had gotten kind of angry at him.

He was just trying to help her out.

“It’s... it’s okay... I just, I don’t even know how to--what do I say? Why didn’t you tell me!?” She’s talking to herself more than she is to Calum, pausing as she looks down at her sweaty, sandy body and her lazy attire. “Damn it, I look like a freaking mess!”

Calum reaches a hand out to rest on her arm (he would normally go for her waist, but he knows Luke and Ashton are watching them), “Baby, you look cute. It’s a million degrees out today, we all look like a mess.”

She rolls her eyes at him saying she looks cute but says nothing to dispute it, too hot and too tired to really drag out the conversation outside of the air conditioned car waiting a few feet away. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with. That’s Ash in the driver’s seat and Luke in the passenger, right?”

She pulls on her dogs’ leashes to catch their attention, both of them previously having fallen asleep on the pavement a few moments prior. They see their friend Calum standing there and start to wag their tails, nudging his legs with their heads to catch his attention. He doesn’t look away from his girl, his grip on her arm tightening slightly. “Wait, they don’t...”

Y/N raises her eyebrows in question.

“They don’t know that we’re... together.” He breathes out.

Her face falls, a harsh pang of hurt stabbing her gut. Is he that ashamed of her? She knew his whole not introducing the people he’s dating to his friends policy, but the fact is, she’s about the meet them, they’ve been dating for almost three months, and she’s almost let it slip that she loves him at least two times because she knows it’s too early to say so.

But she recovers quickly, a neutral expression taking over, though not before Calum watches the hurt flash in her eyes. “Oh... okay.” She then starts to walk to the car, opening the door to the back seat on the passenger side, since she noticed Calum was on the driver’s side when he got out a little bit ago. She doesn’t know what else to say, and Calum doesn’t get a chance to speak to her before she has the door open and she’s helping her dogs climb into the car.

“Well, hello,” Ashton cheers, turning around in his seat and smiling widely at the sweaty girl in his back seat with a very sandy dog on her lap. “I’m Ashton.”

She smiles. “Hi, thanks for letting us get sand all over your car. I really, really appreciate it.”

Calum is sitting in the seat next to her before she knows it, his eyes flickering between each of his friends and his girl and the dog that’s got their paws on his lap, desperately whining for his affection. “Guys, this is my friend Y/N and her dogs.” He pets the matted, sandy fur of the cuddly dog in his face, knowing that she’s always relentless in her quest for pets and scratches.

Luke introduces himself too once the doors are shut, seatbelts are fastened, and Ashton is driving out of the lot.

Calum reaches his hand that isn’t petting the dog to try and grip Y/N’s hand in his, but she pulls it away as soon as there is the slightest bit of contact. She doesn’t know what to feel. She knows Calum cares about her, but the fact that he’s met her friends and Skyped with her family and bought her mom a birthday gift last month yet he can’t so much as tell two of his closest friends that the overheated girl they just picked up at the beach is actually someone he’s been seeing romantically.

What if she’s not the only one?

What if that’s why she hasn’t met them?

What if there’s another girl that has met his friends and he can’t have two girls who know his friends so right now she’s just some random friend with two dogs to his friends and to him she’s another booty call and pet sitter when he goes out of town?

It hurts, deep down in her stomach.

From: squuuiiiisssshhy (3)

The notifications from Calum make her phone vibrate in her hand for a few seconds. She looks over at him, finding him staring at her intently, his phone unlocked in his hand with a large section of blue speech bubble displayed on the screen from their chain of messages. He nods his head as some form of signal to open them.

She sighs, giving in quickly, opening the messages.

From: squuuiiiisssshhy

i’m so so so sorry

From: squuuiiiisssshhy

the only reason i didn’t tell them about us is because mike’s not here and i didn’t want to just spring it on them haphazardly because of the situation

From: squuuiiiisssshhy

you deserve for me to have a proper afternoon chat with my boys about this amazing girl i’m dating and how cute and sexy she is and how half the time i’m with her i can’t fucking breathe because she’s so fucking perfect

She looks up from her phone, chewing on her lip as she locks eyes with her brown eyed boy again, practically melting from their warmth. Even after she’d been in the blazing heat all day, there’s nothing that lights a fire in her heart like him. She nods at him, mouthing an ‘okay’ as she reaches her hand out to grip his like she’d denied him seconds ago.

Her phone vibrates again a few seconds later, still unlocked from her reading the initial three messages. She has to use her hand to cover her mouth when she reads the newest message from Calum.

From: squuuiiiisssshhy

can i kiss you now

Y/N rolls her eyes but leans over the space between them, meeting Calum halfway so their lips can touch gently for a few glorious, secret seconds, trying to make sure the two in the front seat don’t see. As they pull away, Calum kisses her nose and laughs silently as her sunburnt cheeks turn even darker.

After Ashton drops Y/N off at her place, he drives himself, Luke, and Calum back to the Lashton apartment so Calum can retrieve his car, probably to head over to Y/N’s with Duke for the rest of the afternoon.

“By the way, Cal, we totally saw that,” Luke announces smugly, and both Ashton and Calum immediately know exactly what he’s referring to, making Ashton start to laugh loudly along with Luke and Calum to groan, slump down in his seat, and his cheeks to burn more than Y/N’s were with the sun.

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Nap (Ashton Irwin Fluff / College AU)

Summary: (Y/N) and Ashton have to work on a coursework together. Based on Sleep Prompt #12: "We could ... Take a nap together.", and General Prompt #1: "You made me cookies?" (Request) (Words: 1.9k) My Ko-Fi (any support is welcome but not obligatory)

I shake as I ring the doorbell, jitters taking over me. Getting paired with Ashton for this project seemed like a dream come true at first but now that the realization that I will have to actually spend all those hours with me makes me panic. I fix my posture once more as I wait, hoping that the door opens soon; my backpack is a bit heavier today with my textbooks and notes, and the cake holder full of cookies has been becoming heavier and heavier by the moment. I shift my weight from foot to foot, ringing the doorbell again and waiting. I sigh, deciding it is best to sit on the stairs and text Ashton I am waiting outside his house. He couldn’t have forgotten that we are meeting today for the coursework, could he?

With no reply to my text, I am about to give up and head home when I see Ashton rushing towards me, looking for his keys in the pockets of his leather jacket. “I am so sorry. I was at practice and I didn’t realize that time really went by. Were you waiting for a lot of time?” He asks, holding his hand out to help me get up from the stairstep I have been resting. “Yeah, kinda.” I reply, watching his face drop a little. “I am really, really sorry.” He apologizes again, unlocking the entrance to the apartment building. I follow behind him, letting him lead the way since I have no clue where to head to once inside. “It is fine. At least you are here now.” “The elevator is not working. I live on the 3rd floor. Will you manage?” He asks, turning around to look at me. “I mean, I will have to. Or else I don’t see another way to get to your house…” I reply, earning a chuckle from him. “I guess you are right. At least give me your backpack. It seems heavy.” He offers, but I shake my head, handing him the cake holder. “Take the cookies. They are for you anyway.” I state, moving ahead to start climbing the stairs. “You made me cookies?” He asks me, sounding surprised by my gesture. “I couldn’t have come to your house for the first time with empty hands. They are with bourbon vanilla and chocolate chips.” I explain and he hums. “Thank you. I am sure they are lovely, but you shouldn’t have gone into so much trouble.” He states, but even though I cannot see his face, I know he is smiling. “Calum is still off and he is going to get home late at night, so it is going to be pretty quiet for us to do the coursework.” Ashton explains once we reach the floor. He walks ahead to unlock the door, keeping the door open for me to walk in.

“The house is a lot tidier than I pictured it.” “Ouch, that sounds a bit harsh. Both Calum and I are very organized.” He says with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “If you say so…” I mumble, feeling my lips curling into a smirk. “I will let the comment go and ask you if you would like some coffee. Or maybe tea?” He asks me, opening a cupboard before turning for my response. “Coffee is fine. Where are we setting up?” I ask as he picks up 2 mugs. “Um, here. On the kitchen table.” He points to a black, round table from IKEA which has been cleared off by anything that was on it prior. I nod my head and leave my backpack on top of a chair, taking out the essentials for the assignment. Ashton turns on the coffee maker and silence gives place to the brewing sounds. “I’ll go bring my stuff.” He announces, pointing towards what I assume is the bedrooms of the apartment. I nod my head, giving him a small smile as I turn on my laptop.

I arrange my pens and open my notebook, scribbling the date and title of the essay. Ashton is back quickly, leaving his stuff on the table before moving to the coffeepot to serve our coffees. “Sugar?” He asks me and I shake my head no. He passes me my mug before sitting on the chair across from mine. “Thank you.” I pick up the ceramic mug and blow softly on the surface, before taking a sip. “So, let’s get the handout first.” He suggests, opening his laptop. I press on the file, starting an outline for the essay. “You know you can keep notes on your laptop, right?” He asks me. I bite my lip and shrug. “What?” He asks, chuckling softly. “If I tell you, do you promise not to laugh?” I ask, looking at him sternly. “Of course.” He assures me. “I have a fear of the blank page.” I confess and he stares at me with a question in his eyes. “I have literally never heard of that ever before.” He states. “I cannot be productive when I have a blank screen before me. I always start outlining and keeping notes on paper before transferring them on the file.” I explain and he looks at me with widened eyes. “Doesn’t that take more time?” “Not if you consider I can stare at a blank file for 3 hours without writing.” I shrug and he laughs softly. I shamelessly stare at the dimples forming on his cheeks, which if I am being honest with myself was the first thing I liked on the tough-looking man, who towers over me by at least a head. When he smiles he looks like the softest guy in the universe, and that makes me wish I could bury myself in his chest and feel his warmth. But this is something I can only wish for. “So, let’s start writing the intro. I’ll do my version, you do yours and we combine them when done.” I suggest, trying to shake off the thoughts of being embraced by him. “Ok.” He agrees and begins typing away. I, on the other hand, pick up my turquoise pen and tap it twice against my notebook before I begin scribbling my thoughts on slate paper.

“Shall we take a break? I am starving, and you must be too.” Ashton asks, stretching his body on his chair. I rub my eyes and nod, letting out a soft yawn. I pick up my mug, drinking the last bit of coffee in it. “I can cook something quick. Or we can order if you’d like.” He offers, getting up from his chair. “Maybe we should order. I don’t think it will be fair to you to go into all that extra trouble during our break.” I reply, causing him to chuckle. “I was thinking some spaghetti and sauce, not a trouble at all.” He insists. “Let me at least help you.” I offer, getting up from my chair. “If you insist. We have a jar of sauce in the fridge. Mind pouring it in the saucepan to reduce it?” He asks, pulling a pan on the stove. I open the fridge and look around for the jar, admiring how organized it is, how tidily everything is placed. Ashton is already boiling water for the spaghetti, standing aside as I pour the sauce in. “As you can see, it was pretty simple. I could have done it myself…” Ashton says, chuckling softly. “We are a team for the day, so…” “So…?” He asks, leaning against the counter. “So, we help each other.” I reply and he hums, staring at me for a moment. “I am going to clean the table so we can eat.” I point at my stuff, which has been scattered on the table while we were studying. “We can eat on the couch, don’t bother…” He brushes it off, turning around to take a look at the stove.

The food was exactly like I needed, but now I feel heavy and tired. I lean my head on my palm, feeling drowsy and lulled by the sound of Ashton’s fork against his plate. I blink slowly, suddenly sleepiness spreading on my body. I yawn, shaking my head in an effort to rejuvenate myself and pull through this assignment. “Are you ok?” Ashton asks, picking up the plate from my hand before it slips from my hand and shatters. “Mmm, just sleepy.” I smile, making him chuckle. “Yeah, that I figured.” He yawns as well, taking the plates to the kitchen. “You are yawning as well…” I point out, resting my head on the back of the couch. “I have had a pretty full day. I am kinda tired too.” He replies. “Great… I guess the essay will have to wait for another day.” I groan, making Ashton hum and shrug. “It doesn’t have to.” “Who’s gonna write it, smart pants? Who has enough clarity to do that?” I ask. “I mean… We could… Take a nap together?” He suggests, staring at me for a reaction. I feel as if electricity hit me, and I take a moment before I speak up to avoid my voice coming out as a stutter. “What?” I ask as calmly as I can. “I mean, I have a big bed. You take one side of it, I take the other, and we take a nap for an hour. We get up and continue the essay.” He shrugs his shoulders. My heart is almost beating out of my chest and I am trying to convince myself I am just dreaming. “That is actually a smart idea.” I reply, without really realizing the logistics of this suggestion. “Great. Let’s go then.” He motions me to follow him which I do almost automatically.

His room is small and most of the space is taken by his bed and a dresser by the window. “Which side?” Ashton asks, snapping me out of my observation. “I am fine with whatever. Take your usual side and I will make myself comfortable on the other.” I reply, slipping my shoes off. “Let me get you a pillow.” He offers before I stop him. “Don’t bother, I don’t sleep on a pillow.” I reply, waiting for him to get in the bed. He slips on his side, trying to leave enough space for me. I get under the covers, getting comfortable on the stranger bed. I cannot help but smile to myself as I feel him so close to me, as I realize I am sharing a bed with Ashton, even under these conditions. “Are you comfortable?” He asks me and I hum. “I am. Are you?” “Yep.” I hum, still half asleep as I try to wake myself up slowly.

I open my eyes, finding me face to face with Ashton, his arm draped over my waist and our legs tangled together. I gasp loudly, flinching and waking Ashton up as well. Ashton smiles at me before he yawns and lays on his back. “I am so sorry.” I mumble, sitting up and hiding my face in my hands. “What for?” He asks me, sounding confused. “For this. I didn’t realize I turned in my sleep.” “I turned too. And there is nothing to apologize for. How did you sleep?” He asks me, sitting up as well. “It was nice. I feel very rested now. How did you sleep?” I ask him back and he hums. “It was good, I guess. I would like some more sleep tho.” He stretches his body, making his spine pop. “Well, the sooner we finish the assignment, the sooner you will go to bed.” I reply, getting up from the bed. “Yeah, but you won’t be there for that sleep.” He replies, making me turn to look at him in shock.

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