notes: okay so we have some angst and you probably will cry reading this and i am so sorry
warnings: minor character deaths, the angst in the aftermath, mentions of violence, a smidge of a fluff.
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The roar of the bike was the dead giveaway—to Michelle—of who had just arrived, but she opened the door once the engine had been killed and practically flew at Ashton to greet him.
“Since you showed up on the bike, you’re fairly confident?” Michelle teased as she greeted Ashton with a kiss. He laughed.
“Cal is about to pull up with the truck. Luke is riding shotgun and Michael is on his bike with them. I might’ve tore ahead once I knew where I was.” He grinned cheekily. Almost as if to compound his words, a jeep pulled up, the roar of a bike following.
“Next time you wanna fuckin’ tear off, at least tell me where the fuck you’re heading! It’s a good job that I knew where her place was.” Calum snapped as he stepped out of the jeep.
“Sorry.” The grin on Ashton’s face was anything but.
34: “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” + 1: “Come over here and make me.”
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When Calum texted you in the morning about what your plans were, you apologized off the bat, having to babysit your baby cousin. The sitter got sick and the plans had been in the works for months now, so you offered to take over. You figured a couple hours with an eight year old wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. However, you hadn’t seen Calum in weeks since your last visit on his tour.
The phone rings as your in the middle of saving the people off the train tracks. “Can we take five from being superheroes? Just want to make sure it’s not your parents.”
Your cousin pouts, but nods. “Only five mintutes though!”
“Aye aye, captain.” Picking up your phone from the coffee table, you see it’s Calum. “Hey, baby.”
“Yeah. Gonna be another few hours, I think. But I’ll be free in the evening.”
“Would it be okay if I came over? Really miss you.”
You sigh, looking over to your cousin. They’ve met before and get along super well. “Hey, what if Calum comes over?”
The nod is eager, head bouncing rapidly. “Yes, please! I love him!”
You laugh. “Looks like the kid approves.”
“What can i say? Everyone loves me.” He locates where you are, at your place, unsure if you’d stay over at your cousin’s house. In the meantime, you manage to save all the citizens tied to the track and make it back home for bedtime.
When the knock sounds at your door, you laugh as they race to beat you. Calum’s immediately greeted by your little cousin, hugging them quickly before standing again to press a kiss to your lips. He hums, smiling against your lips. “Needed that.”
“Calum!! I saved the best adventure for you. It’s a three man job. C’mon!”
Calum laughs, allowing himself to be dragged further into your place. “Tell me the plan boss.”
Halfway through the pretend mission, you get injured and use that excuse to fix lunch for everyone. You can hear them, in the living room, made sound effects as they dive between buildings, dodge punches, save citizens. It warms your heart, watching the way Calum allows himself to fall to easily and deepily into the play.
“Even superheroes need water, mate,” Calum laughs. His presence in the kitchen with you is punctuated by him kissing your neck.
“Quit it,” you laugh, keeping your voice low. You spin around in his hold though, arms looping around his neck. It’s silent for a moment. Your cousin still playing away in the living room.
Calum notes the soft look on your face. The ways your eyes have seemingly melted, the color of your iris oozing with something, affection, adoration. Possibly even something less innocent. “Why you lookin’ at me like that?”
“You’re just really good with kids, that’s all. Just thinking, I guess.”
His lips are gentle as they press down on your nose. “Yeah about what, hmm?”
You shake your head. You didn’t think you had been caught. “Nothing.” This time you kiss him, open mouthed, pressing even closer into his chest. A moan threatens to pass over your throat.
Calum breaks away, panting just a little. “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to a bed. And I don’t think you want to risk getting caught right now.”
“Not ideal,” you laugh, kissing him one last time. “Besides, you were getting waters for the superheroes.”
“And making sure our team member is doing just fine from their injury too,” he giggles. His hand slide down and cup your ass. “But you seem to be doing just fine.”
“Cal! C’mon. Doc Occ’s gonna rob a bank!”
“Duty calls.” He grins, pecking your lips and grabbing two waters from the fridge.
Just after one in the afternoon, your baby cousin is picked up. After lunch and several times of saving the city, you managed to keep a movie on long enough to sustain their attention. Now it’s just quiet. Calum’s reclined into the corner of the sofa. He looks all too perfectly placed in his sweatpants and blank tank on your couch.
“A little birdie told me that earlier someone mentioned about not making it back to a bed.”
“That birdie should’ve also told you that you need to spill your guts about whatever you were thinking about in that kitchen earlier.”
“Is that so?” You recline into the wall, arms folded over your chest.
“Oh, yes. That is so.”
“Come over here and make me, then. Huh? Make me spill my guts then.”
The challenge lights a fire in Calum’s eyes and he’s slow as he stands. “You want me to make you?” You can only nod as he closes in on you. HIs arms press into the wall on either side of your head. “I can make you and I don’t even have to touch you.”
“That’s a lot of game you’re spitting Hood.”
Then it’s silent. Nothing said between the two of you. You’re taking in the cut o his jaw, and he’s so close you can smell his cologne. It’s all going straight to your core. His full lips are extra pouty today, begging to be kissed. “Fucking hell,” you grumble before reaching up and cupping his cheeks. “You’re too goddamn good looking for me not to have a taste.”
Calum can only smile.
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38: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” + 44: “If you die, I’m going to kill you.”
Heights. The one of the few things that you weren’t a major fan of.
It never seemed to be a thing that had come up before. That is until Calum mentions, while on the road, wants to create some crazy memories. It lands you in a brewery smashing a flight of beers together. It lands you sometimes eating various animals you normally wouldn’t have tried. And now it leaves you here. Staring up at a 120 feet bungee swing, and your knees are shaking.
“If I die, I’m killing you. If you die, I’m reviving you and then I’m going to kill you again.”
Calum laughs. “You don’t have to do it.”
“Like hell I don’t. It’s just a a tree, right?” It’s just a tree. It’s just a tree. There’s rope and safety, there are people around who know what they’re doing. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.
“So who’s going first?” the instructor asks, grinning. Against all better judgement, you offer to go first. The climb up gives you enough time to think about how fucking crazy this shit is. But you’re already half way up and what’s the point in putting in this much effort without seeing it all the way through.
“You owe me, Calum!” you holler down, staring up at the partly cloudy sky.
“I’ll get you all the ice cream you can handle!” he returns.
Once you reach the top and stand on the branch, you try not to look down, just straight out. All you can see are the tops of other trees. It’s almost cinematic. “Okay,” the second instructor starts as they unclip and reclip gear. “Shuffle a little closer to the edge. And whenever you’re ready, just step off.”
You nod, feeling your throat quivering. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” you shake. You inhale once. Then twice. And then on the third cycle, on the out breath you step. There’s nothing to catch you. Your stomach jumps. Your heart is racing. You’re waiting for the rope to catch you and when it does, it’s like our snatched. You bounce up back toward the line of the top of the trees and then back you go.
Your throat is nearly ripped to shreds when you finally get unclipped on the ground. You didn’t think you were screaming that hard. Calum’s phone is posed in his hands and you’re still shaking as you flip him off. “Your turn.” You take the phone with both hands to keep the footage from being too shaky.
Calum’s climb is smoother than yours. Less stopping and starting. He gets to the top. And like a diver on the board for the 100th time, he takes the step. He screams, laughter turning up at the end of it and not before long he’s reaching the ground again, laughing. He takes one step towards you, and you can see it on his face. It’s bad.
Calum leans over, hands on his knees. His face is almost white. Unfortunately, there goes the smoothies and toast from breakfast hours before covering dirt and twigs. You step over, carefully and catch him around the waist, seeing the sway in his weight. “Whoa, take a seat,” the first instructor warns, rushing over to help Calum sit on his butt.
HIs phone is still going with a recording but you’re more concerned with Calum. Though you don’t want to be too overbearing. “I can’t believe it. You fainted straight into my arms. All for what? If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Calum lifts his head, throwing up his middle finger. “Shut up.” He looks better, more color to his cheeks than before.
“But seriously, are you okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“How about I buy you all the ice cream you can eat? Or maybe some ginger ale?”
“Let’s start with ginger ale,” he laughs as he takes your extended hand.
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The snow is pretty for sure. The cold’s not terribly enjoyable. But you stay huddled up, wrapped in too many layers to count, topped off with one of Calum’s beanies. He slipped it on your heard when you complained for the fourth time about your ears being cold. “Can’t complain now,” he laughs.
“But your ears,” you protest.
He grins lifting his hood. “Got ‘em covered.” His lips are cold when he kisses the end of your nose. He steps back, towards the guys as they call for him. Andy’s posed in front of them, ready to capture their antics in the snow.
You get pulled into a few selfies with the girls, laughing as you pull silly faces and noting how red your noses are getting. Off to your left where the boys are you catch Luke screeching, “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!.”
The boys are laughing, Calum jumping in front of the camera in excitement. Their laughter echoes around you all. “Hey!” you call out, half jogging over.
Calum notices the pout on your lips. You and Luke are close and you always stick up for him. “Uh oh, the big bad wolf,” Calum teases.
“That’s my friend,” you counter, scooping up some snow.
“Whoa, whoa,” Calum holds his hands up. “I’m sorry. We can talk about this.” He’s still giggling, clearly pleased with himself. So you toss the compacted but not quite fully sculpted ball at his chest and he takes it like it was a boulder. He staggers backwards and then falls into the snow. “You’ve wounded me!”
“Serves you right,” you say as you stalk over. He captures you by your ankle. It’s not a super firm grip but even as you try to step back you loose your balance just a little and end up falling on your butt. “Ow! I’ve wounded myself!” The entire crew laughs.
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7: I almost lost you + 29: I thought you were dead
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The day feels somehow the longest and the shortest for him. One moment it’s 7 in the morning and there’s a bowl of oatmeal in his face and the next, with just a blink of his eye, he’s melting into the cushions of the couch in the studio. And his phone is telling him that it’s almost nine at night. He knows he has to call it quits soon. You went out to get drinks with some friends and needed him to pick you up.
And it feels like the longest because it feels like hours as his fingers and mind fumble over chords and lyrics when in reality only minutes have ticked by. Truthfully, all he needed was just a reset to his day. Just crawl back into bed with you and curl up with Duke. He’d kiss you longer this time, ask for five more minutes two more times than he did.
“Alright, well, I gotta head out.”
The guys mumble their goodbyes too and off, Calum goes, twirling keys around his fingers. The drive to the strip is smooth, where you’re probably sipping the night away on a glass of something. It might be alcohol, it might just be soda. The last text from you mentioned that you were watching the water, the address attached.
That was an hour ago. So while pulled up at a light, he calls. It rings for a minute or two and there’s no answer. He tries not to think too much about it. He lets it go for a minute before calling back again. There’s still no answer. A twinge of worry hits his gut.
“What are you doing?” he mutters. He calls back again, inching closer and closer to the bar. “Pick up for me.”
Okay. Okay, he doesn’t need to loose his head. He can just backtrack. He’ll go to this bar and if you’re not there, we can try a few others on the block. He’s just worried. These are work friends and you trust them, but he doesn’t really know much about them. He doesn’t know for sure if they’d just leave you hanging.
Parking, he grabs his phone and heads for the door. The crowd’s not too think for a Tuesday night. But still it somehow feels like more people that normal. Inside, it’s warm and smells like stale beer. He checks the bar first before floating around the outskirts of the dance floor, glancing over tables. Nothing. He heads to the outdoor patio.
There are people. But one of them are you. He can hear the crashing of the waves from here. He looks out to the water. This must be the view you were talking about. But where are you now? What the hell had you gotten into? He tries not to ponder the thought too long before taking another canvas of the interior. He’s slower this time. More meticulous this time around too.
You’re still not on the dancefloor. Still not at the bar. He just left the back patio. So he heads for the door, pulling out his phone again. No texts, no calls. “C’mon.” He’s frustrated now.
Throwing one more glance over his shoulder, he pushes into the wooden door and keeps out into the night. He can hear a group laughing and doesn’t think too much about them, focused on his phone. Until he hears a scream. Tires screeching and more concerned shouts follow it.
And there’s you, teetering right at the edge of the curb. A car halted. A few people are grabbing at you, trying to pull you back from certain injury, potentially more.
Calum’s heart is in his ass. It’s honest to God quite possible that he shit it out too. Just right there onto the curb. He runs over, pushing shoulders and calling your name. All you do is giggle, clearly not sober. “HI, baby.”
“God,” he huffs, pulling you into his chest. “I almost lost you.” That’s not a thought he thought he’d ever have. Nor a sight he thought he’d ever see. You right on the brink of sure fatality. He can hear his own heartbeat, feel it thumping against the veins in his neck. Something sour raises up in his throat, acidic, and he knows it’s bile. Thankfully, he keeps it down and his stomach from coming up his throat.
“Sorry. Sorry,” you say, not sure why he’s squeezing you so hard. Not sure why his voice sounds so tight. Had you done something wrong? You know that the car was scary, you’d admit that yourself. But it wasn’t that bad, was it?
“I tried calling like four times. I tried not to think the worst, almost thought you were dead. Or something. And then…” he lets the thought die though, not able to form the words to say and then almost seeing you get hit by a car.
Your arms wrap around his leather cladded body. “I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say for the time being. The fog of alcohol is thick on your brain but you know for sure he’s distraught. “Let’s go home, yeah?” you ask, mouth half way covered by his broad shoulders encasing you.
His face is buried into your neck but he nods. “Yeah.”
“I’ll be more mindful next time,” you say, after getting home and getting showered. Calum showers with you, his touch soft. Unlike normal, where he’s bound to slap your ass at least once. You’re burrowed into the sheets and his side, chin resting on his pec.
“You’re okay now. It’s okay.”
You kiss his skin, eyes closing as your head settle onto his shoulders. “I’ll stay in bed tomorrow an extra twenty minutes in the morning.”
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the house was packed. each of mine and ashton’s four kids had a few friends, along with the rest of the guys over. i wanted to have a quiet day, but hayden and hunter showed up to the house with their little “gang” after their soccer practice causing my daughters to get a little jealous and ended up asking me and ashton if it was alright if some of their friends could come over. having ashton wrapped around the girls’ fingers didn’t serve me much justice when he said yes right away. the twins, hayden and hunter, along with two of their friends were in the backyard kicking the soccer ball with calum. “hayden, if you kick the wall one more time you’ll be paying for the paint replacement!” i yelled from the upstairs porch. “sorry y/n! my fault!” calum shouted back.
our oldest daughter, kathleen and her friends were in the den, fawning over jj from outer banks. “honestly, bailey, i don’t get how you don’t think he’s attractive!” kathleen spoke. “he’s not my type at all! i’m more of a brunette type of girl, or black haired.” her friend replied. “can’t believe i have seven teenagers and two pre-teens running my house right now.” i sighed, taking a seat on ashton’s lap. “c’mon y/n, it’s not that bad, remember, we used to do this all the time when we were their age.” luke said, grabbing a beer from the cooler. “yeah, but back then it was just the five of us! and you, you need to be more strict with kathleen, she gets away with murder with you. same with eliza!” i said, pointing a finger at ashton. ashton put his hands up in defense, “they have their mothers charm, what can i say.”
the boys in the backyard got bored and went to the basement to play some video game, leaving the girls in kathleen’s room upstairs. ashton and the other three were in the den, reminiscing from their teenage years. “i still can’t believe you have three teenagers, and one ‘pre-teen’ ash. seems like yesterday that you and y/n were getting married.” michael said. “tell me about it, i knew having twins first would be hard, but hayden and hunter are always competing with each other. the other night, i overheard them talking about who has better game. plus, it doesn’t help that hunter and cassidy are dating, and some of the things that girl says makes me think.” ashton chuckled. “i doubt they’re virgins, mate.” calum mentioned. “yeah, you were what? sixteen? seventeen? and that was before you met y/n.” michael said.
i began making dinner, and of course, i went to go ask the girls if they wanted to stay. hunter and hayden’s friends always stayed no matter what, but kathleen’s friends never wanted to impose. i walked up to kathleen’s room, hearing the conversation about my husband more clearly. “kitty, your dad is hot. and he’s the drummer of the band, i don’t understand how you don’t think so! the twins look just like him!” cassidy exclaimed. “can we stop talking about my dad? it’s weird!” my daughter huffed. i finally knocked on the door and opened the door, “girls, would you like to stay for dinner? i’m making pepper steak over rice.” “are you sure, mrs. irwin?” “of course! i’ve made plenty, your designated seats are set if you’d like to head down.” i smiled.
the girls stood up and headed right downstairs, except kathleen. “mom? can i ask you something?” kathleen said, not leaving her spot on the bed. “of course, angel, what is it?” “so, i don’t know if you know this, but cass and bailey think that dad is, hot.” she cringed at the last part. i laughed softly and sat down next to her. “and, i know i want to find someone who can give me what you and dad have, but i’m just curious as to how you guys met.” she said.
i smiled at her, remembering what it was like being sixteen and wanting a relationship. “well, your dad and i knew each other in school, but it was at uncle luke’s eighteenth birthday party. he was very drunk and kept telling uncle luke that he was going to make me his girlfriend someday. and as the night went on we ended up talking outside of the party all night long, he gave me his number and then a few months later he asked me to be his girlfriend. then two years after that, he asked me to be his wife.” i said, smiling remembering how ashton was persistent on getting into my pants that night.
“luke, who is that over there?!” ashton, clearly drunk, yelled into his best friends ear.
“y/n, she’s friends with marie. why?”
“she’s hot. holy shit, i want that girl to have my kids!” he exclaimed.
ashton had come up to me later that night, asking if i wanted a drink and to talk on the porch. seeing ashton walk up to me was nerve-wracking. he had his natural sandy brown curly hair, red bandana tied around his forehead, and a muscle tee dressing his top.
“so, what’s a doll, like you, doing at this party?” he asked, taking quite a long inhale from the joint that was passing between us two.
“my best friend wanted me to come with her, she says i don’t go out enough.” i replied, taking the drug between my fingertips.
“well, now that i know that you, little girl, don’t party that much, we will change that.” he smirked.
“and how do you plan on doing that?”
“well, first, i will need your number, and two, every time i know of a party, you will come with me.”
“wait, dad was drunk?! you won’t even let me have more than like, one mike’s hard.” “believe it or not, kat, your father was a major party animal when we were your age. each time he texted me and told me to be ready by 10, i had to lie to nana and tell her i was sleeping over at aunt marie’s house.” “and aunt mimi covered for you?” she asked. “of course she did! she’s not my best friend, and your god mother for nothing, of course, she knew what your father and i were doing, but she always vouched for me.”
kathleen was a little shocked about how her father was a party animal, she always thought that i was too “pure” for parties. “i have another question, but, don’t get mad at me for asking.” she said, her nerves starting to show. i eyed her suspiciously, but of course, i was open to any questions she had about the early teenage years. “how old were you when you lost your virginity?” she blurted out. i was a little taken back at the question, not exactly sure how to answer. “i was sixteen.” i answered truthfully. “was it to dad?” “oh no, before i met your father, i was dating some football jock and lost it to him. your father and i didn’t have sex until the first party he took me to with him, i think i was either eighteen or nineteen.” partially lying since ashton and i had sex the night we met.
“really?!” she exclaimed, again. “really, i didn’t know what i wanted, but when it was with your father it was everything i wanted. why?” “the girls always say i need to have sex right now, i guess the same thing aunt mimi told you about you needing to get out more.” kathleen finally looks up at me. “baby, you do whatever feels right. you don’t need to rush into things, and if i’m honest, your first time is always shitty, no matter how romantic you make it. hell, i was in the back of this guys truck.” “ew, mom! i didn’t need to know that!” she says, her face in a twist of disgust. i laughed at her reaction. “okay, another thing, it’s not a question, but it’s tea*.” kathleen says. i laughed at how she used the twitter slang for an explanation.
“cassidy and hunter have sex.” she speaks. “you think i don’t know that? baby, i was your guys’ age once too, i know all the tricks there are, your father does too. they’re not exactly slick when they come up from the movie room.” i respond. “it’s gross. anyways, i have one last question.” “make it quick angel, everyone’s probably wondering why we haven’t come down yet.” “can i go on birth control? just to be safe if it does happen soon?” she asks. “sure, angel. i’ll make an appointment with the doctor this week so we can go and see what she says, alright?” kathleen put her hands around my neck, giving me a tight hug. “you’re the best mom!” “let’s go downstairs, i bet your dad is wondering what we’ve been spilling about.” once we finally made our way downstairs, everyone was already done with their meal. “and what were you two talking about up there?” hayden says. “none of your business. just needed to have mom explain some stuff to me.” kathleen smiled to me.
everyone had left, leaving each of the kids fast asleep in their rooms. “so, what were you and kat talking about for forty-five minutes, missy?” ashton asks. “her friends think you’re hot, ash.” i mumbled through spit and toothpaste. “i am pretty hot, aren’t i?” he says, taking a step back and checking himself out in the mirror in out bathroom. “alright, let’s take that ego down a notch.” i laughed. “but really, what were you talking about?” he pressed. “she asked how we met, so i told her. and then she asked me how old i was when i lost my virginity.” i answered, washing out the mix of spit and toothpaste from my mouth. “she asked you what now?” he asked, not sure if he heard it right. “she asked me when we had sex, babe.” “and did you tell her?” “i told her how i lost my virginity to joe, and then i, well kinda lied, and i told her that the first time you and i had sex was when you took me out to calum’s party. i was not going to tell our daughter how much you wanted to fuck me when we were on the porch smoking.” i said, walking to the bed. “hey, you wanted it just as bad as i did. god, that sex was so good.” he said, throwing his head back. “yeah yeah, it was okay. you came in like two minutes.” i giggled. “i couldn’t help it! if you were wearing something a little less slutty i could’ve held it.” he defended. “oh really? weren’t you the one who was calling me daddy’s little slut that night? or was it some other drummer?” i smirked.
he rolled his eyes, stripping of his shirt and pants before getting into bed. “anything else?” “hunter and cassidy have sex, and kathleen wants to get on birth control.” i said, turning to face him. “i fucking knew it! i heard the boys talking about how good their game was, plus with the way cassidy gets all shy after her and hunter come up from the basement, there’s no way they’re just watching movies.” he laughed. “as long as they’re safe, i don’t care.” i shrugged. “now hold on, i do not want teenagers having sex in my house!” he said, pulling me into his lap. “baby, we had sex all over both of our parents’ house, you really think you’re going to stop our kids from doing that?” i asked, running a hand through his freshly washed hair. “that’s not the point, they’re not even eighteen yet!” “ashton, we were sixteen when we both started having sex.” i reminded him.
he narrowed his eyes at me. “fine, but you’re gonna talk to the boys then, since you’re just giving out free sex ed lessons.” he said, hands roaming to my lower back. “you really think our two seventeen-year-old sons want their mother giving them a sex talk?” “alright, i’ll do it. but you’re gonna be the one to talk to eliza about it.” “oh my god, i don’t want to think about my baby having sex.” i said, putting my head in my hands. “not as fun when we’re talking about our youngest, huh?” “oh, i’m making kathleen an appointment with our doctor in the morning so she can tell her what birth control is gonna be the best for her,” i remembered.
the next morning i woke up with ashton’s arm slung over my stomach. i tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless. “ash, let me go, i have to start breakfast.” i groaned. “no, just stay like this, they can have cereal.” he mumbled, pulling me closer. i turned to face him, admiring how groggy he always looked in the morning. my hands traced shaped on his skin, making him more relaxed into the king sized bed. “okay sleepy head, i really need to get up.” i said, lightly tapping his cheek. “i never get to have you to myself anymore.” ashton pouts, much like a kid who was getting scolded. “it was your choice to pump me full of four kids.” i told him. i finally was out of ashton’s grip and made my way to the bathroom. i slipped on my robe, and washed my face before going back into the bedroom. ashton sat up and beckoned me over. his hands rested on my hips, pulling me down into his lap. i could feel how hard he was under his boxers. “jesus, ash. are you really this hard at 9:45 in the morning.” i sighed, adjusting myself in his lap. “didn’t help that we were talking about sex last night, and we didn’t do it.” he said, rolling my hips into his. “better take care of that thing before you come downstairs.” i said, beginning to get up. “oh no, i’m going to fuck you. with the way you were back talking me last night, can’t let that slide, doll.” he husked.
i whined, lifting my hips to set my heat right onto his bulge. “make it quick,” i whispered. ashton wasted no time in pulling my panties to the side and taking his cock out. i slowly sunk down onto his member, rocking my hips back and forth once the muscle was fully enclosed in my walls. “oh fuck, you’re always so warm and tight, baby.” ashton moaned, kissing my neck. i rocked my hips faster, already wanting to release all over him. “please, fuck me, i wanna cum.” i whimpered. ashton lifted my hips up, and began to thrust into me. i had to bite down on my finger, making sure not to wake up the house. “doing so well for me, baby. always a good girl for daddy.” he husked. my head was thrown back while ashton continued to thrust sloppily into me. “i’m gonna cum, please can i?” i asked. “go ahead, baby.” i wasted no time and released everything i had onto ashton’s cock. ashton pulled himself out of me, painting his abdomen white. “now, that is one hell of a way to wake up.”
i finally headed downstairs, kathleen and eliza already sitting on the couch. “good morning, girls. how’d you sleep?” i asked, kissing the top of their heads. “pretty good, yesterday tired me out.” eliza yawned. “alright, hunter and hayden kept me up till 2 in the morning playing one of their stupid games.” kathleen said. on queue, the twins made their way downstairs. “morning mom.” they yawned in unison. “morning boys, how’d you two sleep?” “fine, we have weights today with uncle cal and coach blake later today.” hayden said. “you two dickwads kept me up all night!” kathleen harshly said towards her brothers. “kitty! don’t say that word!” eliza said, giving her older sister a glare.
ashton finally made his way downstairs, looking bright as ever. “there are my girls!” he said, tackling kathleen and eliza on the couch. “ow! dad get off!” kathleen groaned. “what’s with you this morning, kat? did you sleep alright, or did you and mom have another gossip session i don’t know about.” ashton said, pulling eliza into his side. “hunter and hayden kept me awake.” she groaned, getting up from the coach. “it’s not our fault you’re a light sleeper!” hunter said. “alright, enough arguing! you boys need to be more considerate of your sister.” i said, hearing enough of pointless arguing. kathleen came up to me, sitting on top of the counter. “do you still want me to make that appointment?” i whispered to her, setting a bowl of fruit down. “yeah, i’d rather be safe than sorry.” she responded.
breakfast was finally ready, and everyone sat down and dug in. “so, kat, how are cassidy and bailey?” ashton asks, taking a bite of his waffle. “they’re, uh, good.” she answered vaguely. “spill any tea?” hayden mocks the use of her vocabulary. “shut up, and no, not like you would care.” kathleen said harshly. “calm down, baby. i know you’re tired, but you don’t need to take it out on your brothers.” i said to her. once everyone finished their breakfast, kathleen ran right back up to her room. eliza sat on the couch and turned on the tv. hayden and hunter were doing the dishes.
“mom?” hunter called out. “i’m in dad’s office!” i answered back. “is it alright if after weights i go to cassidy’s house?” he asks, scratching the back of his head. “sure! kat is gonna come with me to run errands, but i don’t mind.” “now hold on a minute, what are you and cassidy gonna be doing?” ashton asks. “ash!” i said, lightly slapping his arm. “uhh, she said she wanted to watch movies and order take out.” he answered back. “just watch movies?” ashton pressed. “what else would we do?” he asks, clearly clueless of what ashton is asking him. “sit down for a sec, we need to talk.” ashton says. “am i in trouble?” he asks me. “no baby, you’re not in trouble.” i said, running my hands through his hair. i didn’t know what to do in this situation, if i were suppose to leave and let ashton take on his role, or sit there awkwardly and listen to ashton lecture him on sex.
ashton sighed before starting, “hunter, your mother and i know that you and cassidy are having sex.” hunter’s eyes go wide when ashton finishes his sentence. “how do you know?” he asks, not denying it. “we were once your age too, bud. you’re not exactly secretive either.” ashton says. “are you being safe?” i ask. “of course we are! i’m not as dumb as hayden you know.” he says, slightly throwing his brother under the bus. “i told you, ash!” “is hayden having sex?” ashton asks, completely ignoring my comment of “i told you so”. “oh yeah, you know jenna? yeah, he’s been sleeping with her.” he says shamelessly. “y/n, go get hayden.” ashton says. “ash, they have to leave soon for weights.” i remind him.
i quickly walk to their room, knocking on the door. “hayden? your dad wants to talk to you.” i say, entering their room. “what? why?” he immediately asks. “just go the office, you’re not in trouble.” i tell him. “where’s hunter?” “getting the same lecture you’re about to get.” “what does that mean?” he was jumping with questions. it didn’t help that hayden had the most anxiety out of the four of them. i sigh, and decide to take this one myself. “okay, sit down.” i say, sitting on his bed and patting the spot next to me. “your father and i know that hunter and cassidy are having sex, and then hunter said that you and jenna are sleeping together.” i tell him. his face falls and becomes pale.
“how do you know that?” he asks. “dad and i were once your age too, don’t you think i know all the tricks in the book?” i laughed lightly. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you, mom. it’s just, weird.” he says. “it’s alright, hayden. i, frankly don’t care, i just wanna know you’re being safe.” i say, rubbing his back, easing his anxiety. “yes i’m being safe, well, okay not all the time.” he says truthfully. hayden looks up at me, “wait, you don’t care?” “no! i remember having to sneak around with your father, just ask uncle cal. all i wanna know is that you’re being smart.” “and this is why you’re my favorite parent, but don’t tell dad.” he says.
the boys leave for their training, and i go back down to the office. “how bad did you scare hunter?” i ask, shutting the door. “i didn’t scare him, doll. just wanted him to know that he needs to be safe, but i did tell him that i don’t want them here alone.” “ash, you gotta let them be teenagers. hayden looked like he was going to die when i told him we knew.” i said, putting my arms around his shoulders. “you know, none of those parenting books ever said how to talk to your kids about sex.” “i think you did a good job, baby. now, i have to go call the doctor for kat, i’ll probably take her out to lunch, and maybe go for a little shopping spree.” i kissed his cheek before walking out of his office.
“why can’t i come with you, mama?” eliza asks. “because petal, kitty just wants to be alone with me today. plus, you gotta keep daddy company.” i say, grabbing my keys from the pot. “lizzie, i promise that when mom and i get back we can do our nails and bake cookies, okay?” kathleen says, giving her sister a kiss on her forehead. eliza was a daddy’s girl at heart, but she did get jealous anytime kathleen stole her spotlight with me. “what am i suppose to do with daddy?” she asks, clearly wanting to come with us. “why don’t you and daddy go see a movie, and i’m sure you can convince him to take you out to get ice cream after.” kathleen suggests. her eyes light up and immediately go ask ashton if they can go to the movies, and of course he says yes.
as soon as we get to the car, kathleen asks to drive. i forget that she needs to get her hours in before she can get her license. “so, did dad ask what we talked about yesterday?” she asks, carefully stopping at a stop sign before turning onto the road. “oh yeah, and let me tell you, he wasn’t thrilled when he heard that your brothers were having sex.” i tell her. “did you tell him what we’re doing?” i sighed before answering, “yes i did, but he’s okay with it. it doesn’t really concern him anyways, i’m your mother.” kathleen had always been self conscious talking to ashton about “girl stuff”. the first time she asked him to buy her tampons, he called me and asked me what type to get her.
we pull up to the doctors office, and head inside. “hi, we have an appointment with dr. heartly, last name irwin.” i tell the front desk lady. “of course, same address and insurance?” she asks. “yes ma’am.” “perfect, go ahead and take a seat, and she’ll be with you shortly.” kathleen goes to sit down and begins to fiddle with her fingers. “kathleen irwin?” one of the nurses call. kathleen and i stand up, and head back to one of the rooms. they take her height and weight before placing us in one of the rooms. “alright kathleen, just need to ask you some quick questions before dr. heartly comes in.” the nurse says. “last menstrual period?” “april 10th.” “any medication?” “no.” “sleeping at least eight hours and eating three meals a day?” “yes.”
this process goes on for a little bit longer before the nurse is done with her questions. “they ask so many questions.” she sighs. “just normal routine, baby.” i tell her. we wait about five more minutes before the doctor comes in. “y/n! so good to see you again. what brings you two in?” dr. heartly asks. “kathleen is wanting to get on birth control.” i answer. “gotcha, alright kathleen, do you know what type you want? there’s the pill, a bar that can be implanted into your arm, an IUD…” “uhm, what’s the most accurate one?” “they all are different, if you’re looking for something to take everyday, then i recommend the pill, but if you want something that is long term, i suggest an IUD.”
after a few minutes of more questions and kathleen explaining what she’s looking for, she finally decides on just getting the pill. “alright kathleen, you’re all set! your order has gone through and you can pick it up anytime after 1pm today.” the doctor says. “perfect, thank you!” she thanks the doctor. “alright missy, where do you want go to lunch?” i ask her. “chipotle.” she answered quickly. “just so you know, your hormones are going to be all over the place, since your body isn’t used to taking the pill. just try and be nice to your brothers.” i tell her.
the rest of the day i spoiled kathleen. no way in hell was i going to tell ashton how much money i spent on her, if anything i’d get in trouble. we picked up her prescription and headed home. “you don’t start taking it until your next period, remember that.” i say, handing kathleen the package.
“uncle cal, i have a question.” hayden said. “what’s up, kid?” he asked, watching him on the leg press. “was my dad a party animal when he was our age?” he asks, struggling to push the machine up. “oh yeah, a big one too. your mom came out with us all the time after the night ashton and her met.” he said. “you’re kidding! mom? no way, she doesn’t even let hayden and i drink that much!” hunter said, his voice strained from pulling himself up on the bar. “your mom was a bit crazy when we went out, there was a time that her and your dad got caught in one of the bar bathrooms having sex.” calum chuckled, remembering the memory like it was yesterday. “no way, mom?! she would never do that!” hayden spoke. “trust me, she was a teenager back then, plus since she’s younger than all of us, she wanted to do everything before she went to college, and she did.” “my mother, y/n, was a wild child?” hunter said, having the same shock that his brother did.
their whole session, calum told the twins about how ashton and i partied nearly every weekend. the twins were shocked, to say the least. i don’t know what they were expecting, knowing that their father and their uncles are in a very popular band, of course we were gonna party. “i can’t believe mom always told us she just hung out with aunt mimi and didn’t go out!” hayden told his brother. “your mom was anything, but innocent, bud. why don’t you ask her if you guys can have a little party this weekend, you guys are off for the week, so why not?” calum suggested. “do you think she’ll say yes?” hunter asks. “of course! she’s more of the chill parent, which i expected ashton to be, but no she really doesn’t care what you two do. but, i’d just say keep the alcohol on the lower side, maybe just get beer and if you wanna take shots, i suggest vodka.” calum said.
after the boys were done for the day, they headed home. “dude, i can’t believe mom used to be a wild child. it doesn’t seem like her at all!” hayden said, buckling his seatbelt. “what i can’t believe is that she knows about me and cass, like i was sure we would be careful when we would be in the basement.” hunter responded. “you guys are not quiet, hunter.” “shut up! you and jenna practically swallow each other when we all hang out.” he jabbed back at his brother. “at least you weren’t the one who heard mom and dad fucking this morning! you were snoring away while i had to hear dad moans.” “okay, can we stop talking about mom and dad having sex? i don’t wanna think about it.”
once they got home, they both headed right up to their room. “are you asking her, or am i?” hayden says, shaking his hair dry. “you do it! your moms favorite anyways.” hunter points to his brother. “fine, but you’re coming with me.” they walk downstairs and into the den where ashton and i were talking about our day. “mom? dad? we have a question to ask you.” hunter speaks first. ashton and i look at each other before looking back at the boys. hunter jabs his brother, causing him to move forward. “oh! right, uhh, we wanted to ask you if this weekend we could have a party. nothing big! just with the guys, and i guess if kat wants to invite some of her friends too.” he said.
“where? here?” ashton says. “yeah, we could be in the basement all night, and just hang out and play games.” hayden speaks. “are you going to be drinking at this party?” i ask, “cause if you are, i don’t want more than ten people, and everyone spends the night.” “now hold on, doll. where did you get this idea from?” ashton asks. “uncle cal was telling us about how you two liked to party, he also told us about that night you two got caught in the bar bathroom having sex.” they both said. “you’re fucking kidding! i knew letting calum train them would lead to this.” ashton sighs. “it’s not a big deal, ash. listen, boys, i’m fine with it, but i guess it’s up to your dad.” i say, turning the attention to ashton.
he looks at me for a second before speaking, “fine. but if i come down there and find that people are throwing up everywhere, you two will be cleaning it up while you have a hangover.” ashton says. “really?!” they both say. “why not, you guys need to learn how to hold your alcohol anyways, i’d rather it be here where we can watch you rather than when you two go off to college and get completely plastered.” i say. “do we need to buy you guys alcohol?” ashton asks. “yeah, just beer and vodka, uncle cal said we shouldn’t go too crazy.” hayden says. “alright, then. your dad and i will go out tomorrow while you two clean the entire basement, and go tell your sister she can have people over. i do not wanna hear any more fighting between you three.” i said.
the twins do some type of handshake before heading back to their room and to talk to kathleen. “i can’t believe i just agreed to that.” ashton sighs, shaking his head. “c’mon ash, it’ll be fine. you should be happy they asked instead of just sneaking around.” “well i am, and since when am i the bad guy? i’m suppose to be the fun parent!” he pouts, crossing his arms. “ever since you found out about your sons having sex, and our daughter wanting to get on birth control.” i remind him, laying my head on his lap. “you owe me tonight,” “whatever you say, daddy.”
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Calum knew it was probably the stupidest thing in the world to do. That, however, did not stop him from grabbing two off the shelf, making sure that he grabbed the one that included the arena as well and heading straight for checkout. He did remember the shampoo, styling gel, and the lip balm you sent him out to get.
You stayed home, body aching and a little sleepy after a couple days of not sleeping well. Normally, you would’ve loved to go grocery shopping with Calum and running small errands. But you couldn’t get yourself together. Everything felt heavy. So Calum tucked you in, on the couch of course, with Duke under your arm and kissed your forehead, promising he wouldn’t forget anything on your list.
And he hadn’t. He didn’t forget a single thing, though he definitely did add a thing, or two.
When he returns home, you’re still laying on the couch, sleeping still. He lets you continue on, unloading the grocery, wiping them down and putting them away. But on the kitchen table still hits the white bag with the red targets decorating it and he can see the top of the giant box peeking out from even the biggest bag the woman behind the plastic divide had.
Gently, after washing his hands and changing his clothes, he shakes your shoulder. “Baby, c’mon.”
You hum. “5 more minutes.”
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
“What?” you mumble, catching onto the hushed whisper.
“I need you. To play beyblades. With me.”
Slowly, sitting up, you wipe the corner of your eyes. “I say this lovingly. But what the fuck are you on about?”
“I bought us some beyblades. We can versus each other.” He shrugs, hand settling on your knee over the fuzzy blanket. The fan is still oscillating as it blows cool air over the two of you.
“What happened to the other ones? From the tour?”
“I think Michael called dibs. Please? I bought the big arena too.”
You shake your head, vision finally catching sight of the giant black and blue box on the table. With a shake of your head, you cup his cheeks, squishing them together. “You better thank the high heavens I fucking love you.”
He giggles before pushing up to kiss your lips. “I love you too. I get dibs on the orange one though!”
Calum never though he’d be a dad like this. But when it comes to his daughter, he’s always in her corner. Always and forever.
What happens when you put together H’s love for angst+ Single!Dad Calum+ Coming Out?
This. This is the product.
CW: Mentions of Death and health issues. Coming out. Some slight mentions of homophobia. Anxiety.
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Calum shouldn’t have sat down. That is his mistake. He figures he wouldn’t fall asleep. Not this fast, of course. That will always be false hope. That will always be him giving himself too much credit. If he sat down too long without anything to do, especially in the comfy single seater, it would be game over for him. He has an hour before he has to pick up Ariyana from Elizabeth’s house. He dropped her off earlier in the afternoon and said he’d be back to get her before dinner time.
And after running errands, first to get groceries, then take the dogs to the vet, and be home for the cable company, all Calum really wants is a nap. Just a quick one. That’s all it’ll be. Half an hour and then he can head out to get her. The both of them can decide what to get for dinner, if they’re going to cook or if they’ll give in and order a veggie pizza. There’s nothing like just sitting with a couple boxes of pizza and piling plates with maybe a slice too many and dancing from the counter to the kitchen table to keep any slice from sliding off.
He feels his head fall forward on his neck and he snaps up. It takes him a moment, realizing he’s slumped down in the living room. Glancing up at the clock, he’s half an hour late. “Shit,” he exclaims, bolting up from the seat, grabbing his keys and wallet. The door is a slamming thud behind him and his keys jingle as he works to get the right one in his fingers.
Inside the car, he pulls up Ari’s number and sets the phone into the hook on the air vent so he can drive and have both hands free. It rings and rings. Just as the back tires hit asphalt, she picks up. “Fell asleep again didn’t you, Dad?”
“I keep telling you that seat has some sort of magic in it. I’m on my way.”
She laughs. In the background, Calum can hear Elizabeth’s mother, her voice soft and sweet. “He’s on his way. Thanks, Mrs. Banks,” Ariyana says. “Want me to call in the veggie pizza?”
Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader
Summary: Calum really likes her and writes lyrics about her
Warnings: none? it’s a fluffy one
Word Count: 4,179
A/N: i wrote this at 3am. and then edited it 12 hours later so enjoy my loves. slightly based off the song She by Dodie
song lyrics are in bold and italicized
feedback is welcome and requests are open
Am I allowed to look at her like that?
Could it be wrong, when she’s just so nice to look at?
He thinks Ashton would kill him if he ever found out Calum was crushing on one of his oldest friends. She was one of Ashton’s best friends, someone who had been at his side long before the band started. They weren’t together, the two of them found it weird, and frankly odd if they were dating. But Calum was terrified that Ashton would find out he liked her. It would have been easier if he could hate her, then maybe he could push those feelings away. But she was beautiful, and kind, and caring. She was everything Calum was looking for in a girl. A lovely smile that could brighten up anyone’s day. Little quirks that made her unique, like the dimples that appeared on her face or the way her eyes twinkled when she laughed. And it wasn’t those soft fake laughs, she laughed heartily when she was happy and Calum swore he could die happy just hearing that sound. He found himself watching her when he hoped no one else was looking. She was living with Ashton, having found a job in Los Angeles. In the past, he would often find himself over at Ashton’s house a few days a week, hanging out with his bandmate and brother. But ever since she had moved in months back, Calum found himself sitting in their living room, sharing old stories of the band’s career.
This was inspired by the movie Forever My Girl! Such a cute movie. Some parts of this are similar to my favorite scenes in the movie (:
Warning: A bit long but I hope you like it (: and super fluffy at times
Feedback would be nice xx
The breeze cools down your sweaty skin as you strike the trowel into the soft soil. The leaves rustle together creating a beautiful harmony as they create a cool shade above you. The soft sounds of laughing children surround you as the kids in the neighborhood go out and play under the beaming sun. The gloves against your skin roughly scrapes against you as you plant the new flower plant you bought earlier this morning. The sweet minutes alone were cut short when the pitter patter of feet fill your ears.
“Mommy! Mommy! Look what grandma got me!” Her sweet voice full of excitement as she rushes over to you with a new doll filling the palm of her hands.
late night pregnancy cravings
summary: you’re six months pregnant with yours and michaels first child when the pregnancy cravings hit you late in the night
pairing: fiance!michael x fem!reader
warnings: sorry in advance if you have a peanut allergy, also some cursing
word count: 1.4k of fluff
It had only been six months into your first pregnancy and already you were ready to pop. This child had given you more trouble than Michael had in your entire five year relationship. And it only got truly worse when the cravings began kicking in.
It started off around the fifth month of your pregnancy, and with just simple and controllable foods like pb & j’s, or chips - but it progressively got worse.
notes: thank you for the support on part one! it honestly meant the world since i’ve been working on this for idea for a while now. this part isn’t as lengthy as part one, but part three will certainly make up for it. chances are this will be wither four or five parts depending on how the last part gets written and whether i need to split it or not. for those who may or may not be confused by the timeline, i have a small list of what’s happened.
- —Michelle and Ashton are both born in 1978
- —Become friends at the age of five in 1983
- —Her younger brother Matthew (Matty) is born in 1992
- —Heads off to university at 18 in 1996 (First four years as an undergrad and then 3 years for law school)
- —They get engaged at the end of her first year. They’re both 19.
- —Ashton and Michelle get married at 20 in the June of 1998
- —Michelle returns to university in the fall of 1999.
- —Michelle and Jen accept their internships in the January of 2000
word count: 2.6
Hi everyone. I’m so happy to be writing some new content but I also want to balance everything out in my masterlists I have. Are there any other fandoms you guys want me to write about more? Is there anything you guys want me to write less until I get more imagines into my other masterlists?
“A Chance to Know”
(Ashton Irwin X Fem! Reader || Angst/Fluff)
Summary: Part 2 of “I don’t know” Ashton said he’d do anything to be your friend. You aren’t so sure if you should believe him.
Warnings: ANGSTy (not so much but still) Strong language, mentions of: anxiety, suicide, toxic relationships, abuse. Bad English (not my First language)
Word count: 4.5 k
AN: This is part 2 of a slow burn angsty fic! I really hope you like it. Remember, feedback is always appreciated it and please don’t throw hate to any of the 5SOS girls. I absolutely love and respect KayKay and I love how happy she makes Ashton, and even though they have their problems in the story, she will have the respect that she deserves. Same goes to the boys and their respectives s/o. This is a work of FICTION so if there’s any conection with real life is purely coincidental. Oh and side note, I threw a little reference there if you can catch it 👀
“Huh, he really said that?” KayKay asked while taking a long sip out of her iced coffee.
Every other week you hang out with her to catch up. It has become a tradition between the two of you since you became close when she was dating Ashton and you really didn’t want to end the friendship when they had their on and offs. For a while you thought that maybe that was the reason Ashton hated you for a long time, but later you realized it wasn’t that. You didn’t know the real reason and apparently neither did Ashton.
It was only last week when you finally made amends. He came into your apartment in the middle of the night to apologize for everything, specially for what he did earlier that night by putting you on blast without really knowing you at all, and you had enough.
You told him, after he practically begged on his knees for forgiveness, that you accepted his apology but couldn’t forgive him just yet. And, honestly, you were right to be mad at him, after all he did treat you like shit for all the time that you’ve known him without any real reason and hurt you badly. But you couldn’t hate him, not after seeing the pain, regret and guilt build up in his eyes that night.
To be honest, you could never hate Ashton nor anyone, really. No matter how many valid reasons you might have, you just couldn’t. So when the raven haired man told you he really wanted to be friends and that he’ll do anything to make it right, you’d let him.
“Yeah” you said, making origami out of the napkin the coffee shop gave to you “He really did. Do you think he truly meant it?”
KayKay gave you a smile.
“I honestly think he did. Don’t get me wrong, I know how scary Sierra can be when threatening someone, I’ve seen it. But I also know Ashton and he would never lie about his feelings” She took another sip, carefully thinking about her next words “Avoid them, yes. But he’ll never lie to you. That’s one of the things I love and hate about him”
She laughed a little bit with that. It has been a couple months since the couple has splitted up, and this time seemed definite. But they would never deny how much they care for and love each other ‘But it’s not the kind of love you look for’ you heard KayKay say once ‘It was like a storm, no matter how much you enjoy the rain, you can’t ignore the damages it caused’
“He never said anything to you?” You asked carefully. You weren’t completely sure you wanted to know the answer, but you had to.
“Not really. I mean, I could see he was being an ass and I confronted him about it several times but, like I said, he ignored it. Maybe he really didn’t know” she shrugged.
You changed the topic, giving up on finding a reason, at least for today. So you asked her about her plans for the new year. You saw her eyes light up when she started talking about launching a new clothing brand inspired on ‘science fiction/horror literature’ and her photography project. “But no boys” she said decidedly “This year is all about confidence and self love. And no crazy hair colors as well, my roots have been asking for a break or they’ll go dying on me if I keep that up” you agreed with her with an ‘Amen sister’ and a laugh.
You really enjoyed your little talks with her. She, just like Sierra and Crystal, were like the sisters you never had. KayKay was the cool sister with the artsy ‘too cool for school’ attitude that made everyone (including you) fall in love with her or want to be her. Crystal was the softy one, always ready to give you a hug and watch cheesy rom coms with, but boy oh boy, lord save anyone who gets on her bad side because she will not hold back to cut a bitch when defending her friends. Sierra was the typical mom friend, always there when needed and very protective of the people she cares about, she was the first one of the group to make you feel welcomed and you thanked your lucky stars everyday for the opportunity of being friends with these amazing people.
Your role, you decided, was yet to be defined. You loved them all very much, and you knew they loved you as well. But you couldn’t help but feel as ‘the filler friend’ because you felt like if you weren’t there then nothing major would happen. It’ll all stay the same.
You shook yourself out of your thoughts when you felt like you were spiraling again. Now not being the time for self pity and harsh truths.
You said goodbye to KayKay an hour after that, making sure to set another coffee date in two weeks and giving her the origami duck you made with the napkin.
You got home and kicked your shoes somewhere next to the door. You were contemplating on if you should shower first or make yourself dinner… But your inner debate was cut short thanks to the familiar vibration of someone calling your phone.
“Hey, baby” you heard Sierra’s voice as soon as you picked up “Hope you’re not too busy right now”
“I’m never busy for you, what’s up? Do you need anything?”
“I need you to get your ass up in your car and come have movie night with the guys!” She laughed “Come! We’re at Ashton’s”
Your smile fade away with a sudden shock.
And as if Sierra could see you tense up, she let out a sigh and tried to cheer you on “Yeah, I know you said you guys will try to be friends and all, but if you don’t feel like it then tomo pressure hun”
Your mind drifted of to a memory a few days ago. Ashton had already apologized and the guys convinced you to go and hang out with them before another concert. You remember walking up the door and having two bodies crashing with you and pulled you into a hug.
“Y/N” they screamed into your ears. Neither Sierra nor Crystal wanted to let go.
“I’m so sorry hun” Crystal said, muffin her voice in your hair “We didn’t…”
You mumbled “It’s okay. I’m okay” Not letting go of the hug until you couldn’t anymore “Guys, you know I love you but I literally can’t breathe”
The girls let you go with a laugh, Sierra wiping up a tear that escaped her eyes as you gasped for air. Of course that also didn’t last much before you had three other gigantic bodies colliding against you, pulling you into another (and far taller) rough group hug.
“Y/N” “I’m so glad to see you” “If he ever does something like that again I’ll kill him” “We missed you!” You barely heard the boys say while they were crushing your body.
“Agh… I missed you… too” you managed to say “But I need to get out of this three layer 6 foot Australian sandwich before I broke a rib”
The guys laughed and mumbled a few sorties before giving you your space and you felt like you could breathe again. That’s when you saw him.
Ashton was sitting in one of the couches, he was looking at his friends quite amused, but when his eyes met yours they’ve soften. You could still recognize the look from a few nights before, it warmed your heart that the sincerity was still there.
He gave you a soft smile and said: “Hey”
“Hi” you answered, giving him the same light smile.
You kept staring at each other for a few seconds before realizing that the whole room was watching you guys interact without hostility for the first time. Their eyes were fixed on the both of you, kinda expecting something else.
“Awkward…” Michael said in a not so quiet whisper, earning him a slap on the neck provided by Calum “Ouch! Okay… So, who wants to play something?”
“Y/N?” Sierra’s voice woke you up from your memory “It’s okay if you…”
“I know…” you answered “I just don’t want to make it awkward and I’ve never even been invited to his house before!”
“Honey, he insisted that you’d be here! It’s not gonna be awkward… well not that much I think. I’ll send you the address if you wanna come”
He wanted you there? Huh, he must be really serious with the whole “try to be friends” thing. You smiled at the thought.
“Sure, I’ll be there”
Two hours later you were standing in front of Ashton’s door. You didn’t know why but you were hesitant to ring the bell…. Of course you knew why, you were just trying to ignore it.
You were scared. Maybe of him, that he might kicked you out as soon as he sees you, or that he’ll ignore you again or that he’d say something mean. You weren’t used to people staying with you and actually being nice to you. And with the guys you finally started to feel safe, but now you think that you’ve become too comfortable with them. Maybe you were scared of fucking it up.
“Y/N!” The sound of your name startled you. You’ve been thinking too much lately, people might think you’re crazy.
“Calum! You scared me.” You said giving him a slight slap on his arm as he approached the door. You were too immerse in your fears that you haven’t heard him park.
Calum just laughed.
“And it was a priceless reaction, thank you. Have you knocked already?”
You looked down and bit your lip, shaking your head.
“Hey, it’s gonna be fine, darling” he said wrapping an arm around your shoulders “It’s a great opportunity for you to meet, like really get to know each other as you really are”
You looked at him, scared he might catch a glimpse of fear in your eyes.
“And besides” he added while ringing the bell “Luke, Michael and I are ready to beat his ass if needed”
“I think Sierra and Crystal got that covered” you said, making him laugh.
Suddenly, the door opened. Ashton was standing there, he was wearing a black t shirt and sweatpants. You realized it’s the first time you’ve seen him dressed down and it amazed you how him (and the rest of the boys, really) could look so good with so little effort.
“Y/N! You came” he said, almost surprised that you actually did.
His hazel eyes light up when they met yours. You felt a strange warmth running through your face. It wasn’t the first time he looked into your eyes, but it was the first time he did it with a hint of joy.
“Told ya she’d be here, mate” Calum said, bringing Ashton’s attention to him for the first time. Well, not only to him but also to his arm wrapped around you. Ashton closed his mouth and gave you both a tight smile as he welcomed you into his home.
This shall be a night.
Once inside, Calum let go of you and went straight to a room that seemed to be the kitchen. Leaving you alone in a house you aren’t familiar with.
“Hi” Ashton’s voice made you jump. Causing him to suppress a laugh “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”
“Well, it’s not nice to sneak up behind people’s back, you know?”
“Didn’t know you’re easily scared. Maybe I should’ve picked another movie”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Ashton”
“And I told you I’ll do my best to change that” he gave you a shy smile, looking into your eyes again “Everyone’s in the back, just go straight and then to the right” he said breaking eye contact and following Calum, wherever he was.
You found everyone cuddled up in sofas and puffs in front of a big screen. Luke was the first to spot you.
“Hey Y/N! Just in time” He greeted you, calling everyone’s attention.
You said a collective ‘Hi’ and went to sit next to Crystal and Michael. You did a little bit of small talk, trying not to think too much on anything. Not long after, Calum plowed down next to you and rested his head on your lap, your hands immediately going to play with his hair.
Ashton came after, carrying two large bowls of popcorn in each hand, giving one to Sierra and the other one to Crystal.
“So what’s today’s special?”
“Tonight’s horror night” Ashton said with a devious smile on his face “Hope no one’s seen this movie yet, it’s called ‘Hereditary’”
Everyone said no, but Ashton caught your eyes expanding at the mention of the movie.
“You’ve seen it?” He asked you.
“No…but I’ve heard things about it” you answered shyly.
“Good things or bad things?”
“How does ‘Truly twister and horrific’ sound to you?” Ashton smiled, making his whole face glow while looking at you.
“Be careful, mate” Calum laughed “She gets scared easily”
You smacked him in the forehead with a “shut up, Hood. I do not” but your giggling betrayed you.
Ashton nodded, looking at both of you and started the movie.
“What the fuck did we just watch?” Michael broke the silence once the movie was done “Baby it’s over” he said to Crystal that was curled up and had her hands covering her eyes.
“I… I think I’m gonna throw up” Sierra said closing her eyes.
“I didn’t get it… so who’s the grandma now?” Luke chimed in, oblivious as usual.
“All in favor that Ashton never gets to pick up another movie say ‘I’”
“I” everyone said in unison, even Ashton.
Minutes later you were in the kitchen with Sierra making more popcorn. You all decided to watch a Disney movie to erase the horror movie out of your memory and you could all go to sleep without nightmares.
“I’m telling you, it’s true” You rolled your eyes at your friend’s comment “He was barely paying attention to the movie, he was looking at you”
“I swear. Look” Sierra put a hand on your shoulder, just like a mother would do before giving life changing advices “I know it’s kinda weird, but we can all see he’s really trying. Yes, he was an asshole and yes, you have every right to be mad. Hell, even I’m still mad. But he truly wants to make it better and I promise you, he’ll see what everyone else see in you”
“What if that’s the problem?” You said quietly.
“Wh…?” Sierra started but quickly shut up when someone came into the kitchen “Ash! Just in time”
Your eyes winded at her, almost pleading. Still not turning around to face him.
“I really really really need to go to the bathroom. Could you stay here with Y/N and watch the popcorn?”
“Oh there’s no need…” you started.
“Sure, no problem”
It’s not like you didn’t like Ashton’s company. The problem is that you’ve never been with him on your own, and even if you were, he never spoke to you. So of course you were nervous. But you never thought that he’ll be too.
He was standing next to you, resting his body against the counter. He was tapping his feet against the floor, maybe to the rhythm of a song you didn’t know, and had his head laying low. Not looking at you.
You broke the silence a few moments later, not being able to take it anymore.
“I won’t burn down your kitchen” you said, trying to sound chill “I can handle it, don’t worry”
He chuckled “I know, I want to stay though”
“Hey Y/N” You both said at the same time. Making you both laugh for the first time.
“Y/N I’m sorry” he said giving you a small smile.
“Ash, I think you’ve apologized enough”
“No, not enough though”
Ashton was standing in front of you now. He was much taller than you, so you had to tilt your face in order to look him in the eyes. His gaze was intense and pleading, but the hurt and the hate that once filled his eyes were gone. Somehow, that made you feel safe.
“I know I’ll never be able to apologize enough for all that I put you through, but I’ll try to at least come close. But tonight I want to apologize for… well I know this is not easy”
“What do you mean?”
“C’mon” he said with a smile “Admit this is hella awkward”
That comment made you laugh. You nodded.
“It kinda is, isn’t it? I’m sorry”
“No no no. You don’t have to be sorry” he rushed “I mean, this is all my fault after all. Contrary at what you might believe, Y/N, I’m a very shy person” you raised your eyebrows, questioning “I am! At least when I’m meeting a person that I’m actually excited to get to know”
You thought you saw a glimpse of blush in his face, but that’s impossible.
“Ashton, we’ve met before”
“No, we didn’t. Not really. Those guys..” he gestured towards the others “They’ve met you, and got to know you. I stayed behind on that boat and I really want to catch up.”
You stared at him. He was nervous, you could tell. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to get to know him as well.
“It’s a good thing you started swimming already, then” You said, making his dimples show when he smiled.
The conversation was cut short when the faint smell of burn corn graze your noses, bringing you back to reality.
“Shit” you said, taking them off the fire with Ashton’s help.
“Thought you weren’t going to burn down my kitchen”
“Shut up, I didn’t!”
You laughed, finally clearing the air between the two of you… not literally though because the smoke of the burned popcorn was filling the kitchen.
After that night, the week flew by. You kept yourself busy with lots of work and household chores. Hoping for the weekend to arrive so you could finally relax.
You were daydreaming about Criminal Minds marathon when your phone ‘dinged’
Unknown: Hey Y/N! It’s Ashton. I’m not sure you have my number.
You: In fact, I didn’t. How are you?
Ashton: I’m great, actually. U?
You: I’m good :)
Ashton: … Texts aren’t supposed to be awkward. Sorry. Maybe we could meet up?
Your heart stopped… he wanted what?
Aston: you know, to get to know each other.
You ended up deciding that Ashton will pick you up and you’ll go grab a coffee later that afternoon. You loved the fact that he was indeed trying to get to know you. It it worried you that he might not find you ‘worth knowing’ after a while.
It scared you. The possibility of him leaving you behind again. The possibility of the others doing the same when they’ll realize you’re not worth it.
You really didn’t want to mess this up. But you weren’t going to pretend either. Not with something as important as this. “Let it be” you said to yourself in the mirror, almost like a prayer “But please, let it be” You were almost ready when you heard the knock on your door.
Ashton smiled at you when he saw the door opening, thankful that you hadn’t closed it when you saw his face, his foot hurt for three days after that.
“Hello” you said, letting him in “I’ll be right back, I just came back from work and I’m still a mess”
“You look amazing” Ashton said without thinking twice.
You blushed and waved your hand dismissively.
“Shut up” you laughed while disappearing through a door Ashton assumed was your bedroom “Make yourself at home”
And how could he not? Everything in your apartment seemed cozy enough, it was almost like one of those Pinterest pictures that just screams: home.
Ashton took a deeper look this time. He noticed how well the sofa matched the bay window, the walls filled with Polaroid pictures (mostly you and the other guys) the bookcase had a wide variety of classic literature, your camera, some potted plants and framed pictures. A record player caught his attention and, next to it, layed a wooden box filled with vinyls of all colors.
He smiled to himself. This apartment doesn’t scream home. It screams Y/N. And he loved that.
“It seems that we’re gonna have a change of plans” You said as she walked into the room, waking Ashton up from his discoveries “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah” He said way too quickly “Change of plans, why?”
You pointed at the bay window, where rain was pouring down outside.
“Oh” he said and started giggling “Why do everytime I come here it starts raining? In LA out of all places?”
“Well, you’ve only been here twice so let’s just say it’s a coincidence?” You joined with his little laugh “I can make us some coffee, if you want. It’s not going to be a super macchiato but…”
You trailed off when you catch him staring at you. His whole demeanor was relaxed, almost like he was trying to capture this moment.
“Or, if you’re not comfortable with that or you’re afraid I might poison you, you can leave”
“Why would I leave? I came here to spend time with you. So no death threat is going to change that” he said with a smile “Do you want me to leave?”
You pretended to think about it “Hmm… I’m just kidding. At least I know you’ll be safer here than driving in the rain”
You made two cups of coffee and opened a can of cookies and laid them down on the coffee table in the living room. You sat on the bay window, looking at the rain. Ashton did the same.
“Okay, if we’re gonna do this we should start with the deep stuff” He said after having the first sip of his coffee.
“The deep stuff?”
“Yeah, like what’s your favorite color?”
“I think you just crossed the line there, Irwin” he chucked.
“No, but seriously though. What is it?”
You thought about it for a moment.
“Green. What’s yours?”
“Like the 5SOS hoodie?”
“No” He laughed “Like a sunset kinda orange”
You went on like this for hours, making more coffee and eating more cookies. Some questions were very simple like: Favorite animal, food, celebrity crush…
“What’s your biggest fear?” He asked.
Your stayed quiet for a while, that question took you by surprise. Ashton seemed to catch up and quickly apologized.
“Hey if you don’t want to…”
“Being like my mother” you said, not being able to look at him in the eyes “It’s okay” you assured him “People used to tell me all the time how we look alike… I used to hate that”
Your gaze was now fixed at the window and the silent rain pouring outside. Ashton’s was fixed on you.
“I’m scared I’m gonna end up like her… that’s why I don’t drink or have any pictures of her. I don’t need a reminder of what could be. I have enough memories that do the job”
“It’s okay” you said looking at him, forcing a smile and patting his knee. Ashton places his large hand above yours and you stayed like that. Not saying anything, not taking your eyes of each other.
You decided to broke the comfortable silence after a while.
“I have to ask… Why did you hate me?” Ashton’s eyes pulled away from yours “Did I do something wrong? Something to upset you? I just… I need to know, Ash”
“Y/N” he said “I wish I could tell you. I really do, maybe that way I won’t seem such a dick” guilty eyes stared at you “But I don’t have one, nor I think I will ever find a reason valid enough to justify it. Nothing can justify it and I would’ve never done it if I knew what I was missing”
You were speechless. The answer came too quickly, it seemed so honest and real. But you couldn’t afford the luxury of thinking like that, it was too much. But when you looked up and saw those beautiful hazel eyes staring right into your soul, everything seemed right. You felt a tear rolling down your cheek, but Ashton’s thumb was quicker in catching it. You laughed and he did too.
“Why do you need to know?”
“I think” you gulped, having second thoughts on telling him but at the same time saying ‘screw it’ “I think that people always pushed me away for some reason. They all had one and they always told me why, they made sure I knew what I was doing so wrong in order for them to leave. I got used to it after a while. So I guess that, if I knew why… maybe it’d hurt less?”
Ashton stayed silent for a while “Well I’m sorry for them. Because they’ll never get the chance to know you. I almost miss it and there’s not a day that I don’t regret that”
You looked at him through teary eyes. This time you smile wasn’t forced. He meant that, he really did. And that made you happy. For the first time you truly considered Ashton Irwin a friend.
“But now I do have to ask” he continued “Why didn’t you hate me? I was an A class asshole to you (and I’m sorry, again, for that) but you never showed the same”
You smiled and got up. Ashton follow your movements until you stopped in front of the record player. You bend down and grabbed one vinyl from your collection.
You sat down on the bay window again and you handed the record to him.
“Sounds Good Feels Good?” He asked “Are you bringing our dirty laundry into the conversation?” You laughed.
“I could never hate you, Ashton, because you gave me this” you pointed at the vinyl. Ashton was confused “You wanna know why I was a fan of your band? It’s because this album literally saved my life and helped me get through the most horrifying years of my life”
Ashton’s grip on the record tighten. He clenched his jaw as you talked. Not able to find the words for what you just confessed to him. It was too personal, too raw. It was you.
“I remember listening to this album all the time. Knowing that, or at least hoping that, everything’s gonna be okay. Because I wasn’t so alone anymore, it didn’t feel like it, at least. If it weren’t for you… I might not even be here and not be able to tell you ‘thank you’ in person. So, thank you”
Ashton pulled your hand and pressed you against him, leaving the vinyl behind and hugging the hell out of you. He felt warm and smelled like sunshine and, as you wrapped your arms around him, you felt like never wanting to let go.
He kissed your head, softly and drew circles on your back. His breathing was uneven as he tried to put himself together.
“You will never be alone” was all he could manage to say without feeling like a shattering glass.
And, against your better judgement, you believed him.
i think shaggy haired ashton will always be my favorite
Warnings? None? Just fluffy Michael :)
Requested? Yes indeed! I hope you like it!
Summary: Since everyone has been doing quarantine makeovers, you and Michael decide to join the fun and dye your hair together. However, it wouldn’t be a hair dyeing experience without a few hilarious mistakes along the way
Word Count: 1,894
You and Michael sit at home wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like the millionth day of quarantine. Currently, you were laying on your back up against the couch as Michael laid on top of you, his head reaching your stomach and scrolling on his phone as you catch up on your favorite Netflix show that plays on the flatscreen of your living room.
As you watch tv, your hands mindlessly rake through Michael’s hair and he hums quietly in response. Even though quarantine had been a bit rough on both of you, you were grateful to be able to spend it with the love of your life. Having Michael around was a godsend and what kept you going through the rest of your semester in college.
“Did you see Kennedy’s new hair?” He asks, dropping his phone on your side and looking up at you.
“She did like a galaxy color right? How does that girl manage that in a pandemic?” You ask and Michael laughs making your stomach move.
“I need to dye my hair again, the fans would kill to see that.” He says and your eyes move to the faded strands of dyed hair on Michael’s head.
“I’ve been wanting to dye my hair for the summer,”
You and Michael both give each other a look before silently agreeing that today’s activities would include still lounging around the house and probably dyeing each other’s hair. You had dyed your hair at home a couple of times before, with friends, and without parent permission so hopefully this wouldn’t turn out too bad.
“Okay but do I have to get up right now?” Michael asks, tightening his hold around your stomach. “I’m so comfy.”
“Oh get up you big baby,” you say and Michael ungracefully rolls off the couch and falls onto the ground causing laughter from the two of you.
You stand from your position and reach a hand down to help him up which he takes. You help bring him to his feet and he pulls you forward and presses a kiss to your lips making you smile widely. He goes to pull away but you pull him in again for a longer kiss and when you break apart Michaels smirks at you.
“Oh now who’s the one who doesn’t want to move?” He jokes and you roll your eyes.
“Shut up,” you say and he spins you around before lightly pushing you towards your shared bedroom so the two of you can finish getting ready and go to Target to get hair dye.
Once you both have a decent outfit on, Michael grabs the keys to his car and you head out. As he drives to the closest Target, you discuss what color you each wanted to dye your hair.
“I think I might just go blonde again,” Michael says and you look at him across the car.
“It’s easy and I don’t have to keep dyeing it. Why what color do you want me to do?” He asks, meeting your gaze where a smirk appears on your lips.
“I don’t like that look,” he says, and you fake hurt.
“How dare you,” you respond and Michael takes your hand and kisses it.
“All love darling. What’s your idea?”
“How about we pick out hair dye for each other?” You suggest and Michael smiles.
“I love it.”
With that idea set, the rest of the car ride is filled with you and Michael singing along to whatever comes up on your shared playlist. You were beyond excited considering you haven’t dyed your hair in ages and it would be one of the last times you would before you had to go back to school and do internships and fieldwork again.
When you get to Target, you both pull on your masks you keep in Michaels car and step out. As you walk, you pull out your phone and open Snapchat. You pan the camera over to Michael and start talking.
“Michael darling what are we doing today?” You ask and he turns to see you filming him.
“That is a secret, my love,” he jokes and runs back towards you and you stop filming just as he reaches you and wraps his arms around your stomach to pick you up and spin you around.
When he sets you down he takes your hand in his and intertwines it effortlessly as you head into the store. You head straight for the hair dye and you immediately know exactly what color to pick for Michael. You grab some bleach and red hair dye and hide it behind your back as you turn towards Michael and wait as he picks out his color for you.
“If you give me a mean color I’m not talking to you for two weeks,” you say as you head towards self-checkout.
“What in the world is a mean color?”
“Probably orange or green or something. I could never look good in those colors.”
“Darling you look good in everything,” He says and behind the mask you beam widely at your boyfriend.
After checking out, you head back out to Michael’s car and home where the dyeing process would start. You once again pull out your phone to open Snapchat and take a picture of Michael with your two target bags to caption it “Any guesses?”
“Okay, do you want me to dye your hair first or mine first?” You ask after setting your phone down and heading into your shared master bathroom where Michael has all the hair dye set up.
“I’ll do yours first and then you can do mine?” He suggests and you nod.
“Take a seat m’ lady,” He jokes and you sit down in the chair you’ve brought in and he pops open the box and the instructions. He plops the unknown color in a bowl and begins to mix it around with a bit of your conditioner before finally turning towards you.
“Ready?” He asks and you nod. He starts at the root of your hair, and applies it practically perfectly as you watch along in the mirror. As he continues to apply the dye, you bop along to the playlist you put on that blasts through the house.
“Stay still,” Michael jokes and you look up at him and smile widely. He leans down and presses a quick kiss to your lips before nudging you to turn back around.
After he finishes applying all of the hair dye to your hair, he twists it and grabs a random plastic bag to tie your hair up. When it’s finished he leans over and kisses your cheek and you get up from your seat. You turn to face him and just as one of your favorite slow songs comes on, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you close while starting to rock you back and forth slowly.
“I probably look disgusting right now,” you say and Michael shakes his head.
“You’re the most stunning girl I have ever seen,” he reminds you and you rest your head on his shoulder.
Once the song ends, you move from Michael’s arms and he sits down where you just were. You open up the box of bleach first and carefully read through the instructions before beginning to mix and apply the hair dye. You put the bleach on first and wait before rinsing it out and blow-drying it. After that’s all done, it’s your turn to rinse out your hair and dry it and you two decide to cover up your mirrors as best as possible to hide the final product.
“Be careful okay?” He says once you start putting on the red dye that he can’t see.
“I’m a master at this hun,” you joke and he laughs at you.
You start at the roots just as he did to yours and move down to the rest of his hair. However, when you get closer to his neck, Michael starts squirming in his seat.
“Michael,” you whine when he moves.
“You’re getting too close to my neck!” he exclaims and you roll your eyes.
You start to apply the brush again near the side of his neck and Micahel jerks to the side again. However this time, you can’t move fast enough and a streak of red goes across his neck and stains it along with his shirt. Your free hand flies to your mouth and you start to giggle causing Michael to turn and look at you.
“What? What happened?”
You can barely get anything out behind the laughter so you gesture towards the half-covered mirror in which Michael stands and takes a peek to see the red hair dye everywhere. He turns to you and you’re still laughing quietly at the sight of the dye.
“Oh you’re so gonna get it,” he says.
“Michael,” you start through uncontrollable giggles. “Michael no,” you warn as he begins to step towards you.
“Michael!” You drop the brush in the bowl just as he begins to chase after you and you bolt towards the stairs.
“Michael!! Watch your dye! Michael!”
You rush down the stairs and Michael catches you at the bottom of them. He wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up causing a scream to erupt from your lips. He carries you over to the living room couch before throwing you down on top of it. He climbs on top of the couch so he’s straddling your waist and begins attacking your sides with his fingers, making you scream with laughter.
“Michael! Michael oh my god,” you cry out and he smiles mischievously.
“Do you give up?” He asks and you nod.
“I give up dear god yes I give up,” you respond and he laughs loudly.
He moves his hands so they’re next to your face now and leans down to press a long kiss to your lips. You lean up to meet him and go to wrap your arms around your neck when you feel the hair dye sticking to your hands. You break away and look to see red dye all over your hands.
“Well I think that’s payback enough,” he says and you roll your eyes.
You both move from the couch and head back upstairs so you can finish Michael’s hair. Once it’s finished and you’ve both dried and styled your hair you pull your phone out and open Snapchat for one final time today.
“You ready?” You ask when you’re both standing in front of one of the covered up mirrors.
Michael nods and he pulls the cover off the mirror. Both of your jaws drop at once when you see the results and see that while your hair didn’t turn out terrible, it certainly wasn’t great.
“You have so much hair dye all over you,” you laugh loudly as Michael inspects the dye all over his neck and face.
“At least your hair looks good,” he says and you frown at him.
“Baby,” you say and pull out a strand of purely natural hair.
“Okay I’m not a professional,” he admits.
“I think we should both stick to our day jobs,” you say and he laughs once more before turning and wrapping his arms around you.
“Well I think you look good no matter what.”
“I love you darling.”
Soulmates meet in dreams and they don’t always come when you want them, but they come right when you need them.
Michael’s all sold on Odette but Odette has too much going on to be concerned with love quite yet.
This one is for @5-secondsofcolor because without you, I don’t think I would’ve come back to this fic. Happy Birthday, love!!!
***No one has my permission to repost with fic, including translations to any other site. © be-ready-when-i-say-go 2020***
CW: Mentions of Death, Blood, and Anxiety. Deals with major health concerns and major surgery.
In which Kennedy finds that she loves yoga like her dad does.
Pairing: Dad!Ashton Irwin x Reader
A/N: just another short lil dad!sos fic bc i have issues. we are not surprised. but like i’ve had this idea for a while and i started writing it a hot minute ago but i got stuck somehow and just got inspired to finish it lmao
You and Aston both understood the importance of having some alone time. Valued it. As much as you loved each other, you knew you couldn’t and shouldn’t spend every waking moment together. So, you always made sure to give each other space.
When you had your first child, alone time was far and few in between.