a/n : HIIII welcome back to my writing! I miss all of ya so much :-] the other day i was hit with this thought of just being ababie arpund joe so here's a hc about that. Also, i wanna thank y'all for sticking with me when i was unactive several days ago...it means a lot to me!
also, i'm Chloe! Figured i will reveal my name after a while. People call me coco or cookie sometimes, so...let's be friend, i guess?
anyway, enjoy this hc!! ♡
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so we all know about the virus, honestly i think i'm the latest person to write about this
but joe freaking mazzello 'course cannot stay sane that long without you, his 24/7 childhood best friend
so he asked you to move in with him when the whole quarantine thingy started
"Come on!!! You will have the world-famous, fanfastic dino-shaped pancakes by Chef La Mazzello every morning, (Y/N)."
that was his effort to persuade you
of course you said yes
"Fine, but it's only because of the pancakes."
no (Y/N) we ALL know it's because you're head over heels for him!!!
moving-in day
it's not the first time you've stayed at his house
but you were pretty nervous with the idea of living with him, everyday, him seeing you without any makeup, or anything
ESPECIALLY your habits of cleaning products...you tend to use baby shampoo and soaps
when you put your johnson baby wash in his bathroom, Joe frowned
"Whose baby is staying here?."
you stuttered, "uhh...it's weird, but, it's mine...dONT LAUGH OKAY JOE-"
too late
joe's dying on the floor
(((((bathroom floor))))
"(Y/N) yOU'RE AN ADULT."
you tickled him as an escape of your embarassment, feeling shy
"OKAY STOP STOP I'M SORRY!," he laughed
then ruffled your hair
"Even if you use dog shampoo, i'd still.."
you freezed
what's he going to say?!
joe took a moment before finishing his sentence
"....m-make yOU DINO-SHAPED PANCAKES! come on, (Y/L/N)! let's unpack your clothes after this."
then he went out of the bathroom
leaving you
red
and possibly close to having a sheer heart attack
grocery shopping with joe
on some days, joe (and you) is waAY to lazy to make efforts to eat
but at the same time you guys are hella hungry
so you guys order the classic chinese take-outs, or pizza maybe
but also in some days, you will go out grocery shopping with him and buy ingredients for dinner (with masks of course, wear your masks everyone!!!)
joe will grab cooking ingredients and other products
like milk
dairy-free milk because we all don't want joe screaming
anyways
Joe also grabs some chips
and snacks
then there's you grabbing baby snacks
gerber
happy baby
teethers cookies
all the good stuff
"Why..are you???????"
"Stop shaming my snacking behaviour!!! It's good okay,,," you said then running into another aisle
leaving mazzello
grinning
like that joe smile we all love
"Gosh, such a cutie..." he mumbled, then pushing the cart, following you
also he paid for the groceries even though you insisted to pay
ugh i love him
dinner time with joe
joe's not actually the worst italian chef
but he does need constant guiding and sometimes can be sloppy
you guys were cooking baked spaghetti that night, and thankfully it went okay
joe almost spilled the whole sauce from the pan but luckily you were there to stop him
so while waiting for the food to cook
joe decided to play some music off of his phone
and guess what he played
nope
not queen songs
BABY SHARK
the first verse came and you were laughing out loud
"Joe what the fuck???? What is thiiiis?."
joe is already bopping his head and throwing some dance moves
drop it like it's hoooooot-
"Aw come on baby (Y/L/N), bABY SHARK DOO DOO DO DO-"
so you joined him
AND YOU KNOW THE DANCE MOVES
yeah the clapping hands thingy
you guys were dancing so hard you both were sweating
Joe picked you up with his arms
you were a laughing mess and tried to get out of his grip when you both fell into his couch
you on top of him
and him under you
"....joe?"
for a moment you thought joe is going to kiss you
and he reached you cheek
DING!
the oven dings
joe shuffled and you quickly stood up
"I'll check it!," you said while running to the kitchen
SIS your heart was POUNDING because was he going to kiss you????
joe was also a blushing mess
"mazzello you dumb...," he whispered while rubbing his face
then chased you into the kitchen
dinner went a bit awkward
because you both are dumb dorks
but it went over and you guys washes dishes together then got ready for bed
bedtime!!!!
Joe does have a guest room in his house
but he said that the room is currently unavailable
under the following reasons of
"it's messy," and "it has a lot of stuff in it!." "my room's more spacious."
he really just want to have you with him in his bed (Y/N) come on!!!!
so you agreed to sleep with him
because of course you also can't wait to cuddle with him
ehm okay moving on so
you changed into your pajama
and it has gudetama patterns
joe chuckled when he saw you after changing your clothes
"I swear (Y/N), you're a baby trapped in an adult's body."
you pull out your tongue playfully then joined him
joe was scrolling his instagram, and you were checking out your emails
joe then pulled you closer to him
"You're cold, you need more warmth from me," he said, as an excuse
you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder
you did not realize it, but you were feeling sleepy and slowly you lulled off on his chest
joe waS SO hAPPY AND IS A BLUSHING MESS I TELL YOU
because this is exactly the thing he loved the most about you
the domestic side of you, your bare face and your sleepy figure
he turned off the lights as careful as possible
he don't want his baby to wake up
he cuddled you closer and realized
this is what he wanted to see before he's off to the clouds
so let's all hope the man will gain the courage to ask you out
a/n: hello all! still on a bit of a writing hiatus but this has been in my drafts for quite some time. i still want to progress with this series/relationship, it's fun creatively and who doesn't love cashton? i have some more ideas (and even a 'how it started' fic) and will write it when i have time and have the creative juices flowing. as always, thank you for reading and sharing your enthusiasm for this relationship💕
word count: 5k
warnings: drama/angst, break-in, mention of police, slight trauma and panic attacks
poly!sos masterlist
Enjoy!
***
Ashton woke up with a start. His eyes flashed open and he gasped out a breath as he took in his surroundings. For a moment he forgot he was on a moving bus in his bunk because that’s how real the dream was. Actually, how real the nightmare was. As he gathered himself with his surroundings, the further the images of the nightmare started to slip from his consciousness.
He swings a leg over and rests his face in his hands trying to hold onto them longer and piece together what they meant. All he remembers is seeing y/n with tears on her face, the knowledge that Calum wasn’t there and some kind of flashing lights?
What was it that scared him awake?
He pads down the bus hallway into the kitchen area and pulls out a bottle of water from the fridge, his body swaying with the motion of the bus as he swallows the water down. He’s trying to recollect the moment of his nightmare that jolted him awake as he chugs the water when he suddenly feels a hand on the back of his neck.
He nearly jumps out of his skin and the last remnants of water spurts from his mouth nearly choking him.
“Woah, hey, it’s me,” Calum’s voice is gruff from sleep.
With a racing heart, Ashton turns around wiping his hand down his chest that was splashed with water. Calum’s eyes are heavy, his lips are a little chapped and there’s lines indented on his cheeks from his pillow.
“What are you doing up?” Calum asks, his eyes are half-lidded.
“Nightmare,” Ashton mutters and moves to the couch. He falls onto it then quickly sits up resting his elbows on his knees. His legs start to shake.
“What happened?” Calum joins him on the couch placing a comforting hand on his back. “You haven’t had nightmares since…a very long time.”
“I know. I can’t quite figure out….y/n was there but you weren’t and she was crying and there were these lights flashing…”
“Like at our show?”
“No, they were–” Ashton takes a deep breath and exhales heavily “--they were police lights.”
“Was she hurt? Was I hurt?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know why it frightened me awake!” he crushes the plastic bottle in his hand, and tosses it to the floor. Calum shifts closer.
“It’s all right, hey… c’mere,” he wraps his arms around Ashton’s shoulders and cradles his head against his chest. He kisses the top of his head. “It was just a bad dream. I’m fine, you’re fine, and we spoke with y/n before we went to bed. We’re all okay.”
Ashton allowed himself to be comforted by Calum, he tried to focus on Calum’s gentle breaths and the rhythmic way his thumb made circles on his shoulder. Something in his gut told Ashton that something was happening, or has happened, or will happen. He just doesn’t know what and he hates how y/n isn’t in proximity so he can be sure that everyone he loves is safe and sound.
***
“Are you all right?” Luke asks Ashton just before they’re supposed to go onstage in Frankfurt. Luke stares in concern at his best friend’s eyes that look slightly crazed.
“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” Ashton grunts and glances quickly at Calum. Ever since Ashton woke up from that nightmare he’s been on edge and hasn’t been sleeping.
“You sure?” Calum asks, stepping closer to his boyfriend. “We can delay it five minutes if you need to center yourself–”
“I’m fine. Let’s have a great show,” Ashton shoves himself between Luke and Calum and joins Michael by the stairs.
The show is incredible, the crowd is amazing and Ashton is thankful for the muscle memory that comes with playing the drums. His hands and feet are lost in the music but his mind is not. Something keeps nudging the back of his mind, it’s like an itch he can’t scratch.
During the last chorus of Youngblood, he catches their tour manager off to the side waving frantically at him. She’s pointing at his phone that is lit up from her quick movements.
Something is wrong.
He nods to her and finishes the song on a high note. He doesn’t even join the others for their final bow, he drags Calum offstage and faintly hears Luke make some excuse to the crowd that Ashton apparently had to take a piss and couldn’t wait much longer.
“What’s going on?” Ashton asks Liv, her eyes are wide.
“There was an incident with y/n…just listen to your messages,” she says handing him his phone.
Ashton stalks off with Calum and Liv hot on his heels. Calum is badgering her with questions as Ashton quickly scrolls through his notifications. There’s multiple alerts from their home security system, about twenty missed calls from the LA Police Department and y/n’s name popping up. His vision is blurred as he imagines the worst and finally selects one of the voicemails.
In three consecutive messages he listens to the security department. The alarm was triggered at 11:41 p.m. The alarm was silenced by 11:44 p.m. The alarm was triggered at multiple points and a phone call was sent to the Police Department.
“Ash! What the fuck is happening?!” Calum’s loud voice pulls him back to the present and they’re somehow in the dressing room. Calum’s eyes are frantic, still wired from performing and wired now out of fear.
“The alarm at the house was triggered and the police were called,” Ashton’s answer is toneless. There’s one more voicemail from a number he doesn’t recognize. He plays it on speaker so Calum can hear, Calum’s chest is pressed against Ashton’s arm.
“Hello Mr. Irwin. This is Deputy Crane with the LAPD. We got a call from a triggered alarm inside your home and there’s a broken window near the back entrance. My partner and I found the two culprits and your girlfriend was hidden in the closet. We’ve taken the suspects into custody and are getting a statement from Miss y/l/n. Please, call me back at 555-0138.”
Ashton meets Calum’s gaze, his heart stopped. His nightmare came true but the details were even more horrifying.
“Where’s y/n?” Calum demands then turns to Liv. “Have you heard from her? Did the police call you? Did she?”
“Deputy Crane got a hold of me and I spoke with y/n and she’s staying with Sierra–”
“Where’s my phone? I need to call her and make sure she’s okay. She’s not hurt, is she? Ash, did the cop say she was hurt?”
“It’s right here, I can–”
“Liv,” Ashton clears his throat then holds onto Calum’s shoulder with a firm grip. “Please get her on the next direct flight to us, I don’t care how much it is.”
Liv glances at Calum before nodding and pulling out her phone to do what she was asked.
“How can you be so calm about this?!” Calum roars just as Michael and Luke enter the dressing room. “Our girlfriend was in the house as it was broken into and you’re just standing there?! What the fuck, Ash?”
“What?!” Michael exclaims.
Calum shoves Ashton but Ashton wrestles with him until Calum is tucked safely in his arms. Calum tries to push him away and gets in a few good punches before he finally grasps at Ashton’s back.
“She’s on her way to us right now,” Ashton says softly into Calum’s hair, it’s still a little sweaty from the show. He holds him tighter when he feels Calum’s body shake and hot tears leak onto the skin of his neck. “We’ll call her. I’m scared, too, but she doesn’t need us to be scared. We’re an ocean away and she’s the one that’s frightened.”
Ashton fumbles with Calum until he’s holding his cheeks in his hands, his skin is glistening with his tears and sweat.
“She needs us right now, can you do that for her, babe?” Ashton asks and Calum nods. “Let’s try and call her.”
Somehow they maneuver to the couch and Ashton taps her name on his phone. Calum wipes at his face then nods at Ashton that he’s ready. He doesn’t even know what time it is by her right now but he doesn’t care.
“Ash, where’s Cal–” her voice is frantic and shrill.
“We’re both here, baby,” Ashton rushes. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
Her response is a loud cry in their ears. Tears spring in Ashton’s and Calum buries his face in Ashton’s neck, his fingers are gripping Ashton’s bicep tightly.
“We’re both here, baby, we’re right here. Liv is getting you a flight out to us as soon as she can.”
“I don’t want to be by myself!” y/n cries. “Please, can Sierra come with me, I can’t be alone, Ash. I can’t, I–”
“Of course Sierra can fly with you,” Ashton looks pointedly at Luke who nods and rushes off to find Liv to inform her of another ticket. “You’re with her now, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you hurt?” He asks again because he needs to know that.
“N-no.”
“Did they–were they near you?” Calum asks sniffling, his voice thick.
“Almost,” she whispers, then starts crying again.
Liv returns with Luke and calls for Ashton. Calum continues to talk softly with y/n as Ashton goes to Liv.
“I got a flight in two hours, that’s the earliest one. We’ll be staying in Frankfurt until they land.”
“How long is that?”
“Almost eleven hours,” Liv sighs.
Thirteen hours until Ashton will be able to see for himself that y/n is fine and in one piece. Thirteen more hours until they’ll get to hold her again.
***
Calum had another eruption when they were told he and Ashton couldn’t go pick y/n up from the airport. News of the break-in traveled fast in the social media world and the airport was still swarmed with some fans and paparazzi. Calum was so angry he tried stealing his bodyguard’s keys to the car.
It was a grueling thirteen hours. Ashton paced and Calum festered as they waited and waited. When it was time for y/n and Sierra to be picked up, Liv personally went with Ashton’s bodyguard Simon to the airport.
Ashton wishes they were in a hotel instead of the bus. He wishes they were back home with her where she was familiar with her surroundings and not in some country she’s never been to. He wishes he was there when the break-in happened.
He wishes it never happened.
His phone buzzes and he looks at the notification from Liv.
Pulling next to the bus now.
“Cal.”
Swiftly but silently, the two men exit the bus just as the black SUV pulls around the back of the bus. Both of them run to the car and pull open the door before it comes to a complete stop and then she’s in their arms.
She’s here, she's here, she's here.
They’re a tangle of arms and hands and lips kissing through salty tears. y/n’s crying the hardest because it’s been a long thirty-seven hours. Calum’s hold on her is tight, he never wants to let her go again but Ashton pulls back a little and touches the back of her head.
“Can I get a proper look at you, please?” he asks softly and y/n removes her face from Calum’s chest. Ashton cups her face, his thumbs rubbing at the dark circles under her eyes as if that would make the darkness disappear. Her eyes are red and puffy, he can tell she hasn’t slept.
There’s a brokenness in her eyes paired with a fear he’s never seen before.
“Guys,” Liv says, “y/n’s things are packed on the bus and we need to get going.”
“Okay,” Ashton nods and he kisses y/n’s forehead. “Take my hand, baby.”
Their fingers laced together in a tight grip, Calum wraps his arm around y/n’s waist keeping her close to him as they guide her to the bus. Michael and Luke greet her gently and with tight hugs telling her how happy they are that she’s safe and with them all now. Sierra is welcomed by Luke next and they veer off to the couch talking quietly amongst themselves, their eyes darting to y/n, Ashton and Calum.
The three of them moved to the back of the bus where the space was larger with a bed. y/n was already in comfy clothes (old sweatpants of Calum’s and a crewneck of Ashton’s that hasn’t fit him in about three years) so she crawled onto the bed. Ashton joined her as Calum closed the door before joining them as well.
It’s easy to hold each other even though it’s been so long since they have, Calum tickles designs on y/n’s leg and Ashton massages his fingers on her head.
“You’re safe now,” Ashton murmurs then kisses her hair. His words cause her to cry again, her body shakes between them and they fold even closer together.
“We love you,” Calum hums and kisses her cheek.
“I’m so tired, but everytime I close my eyes…I relive it,” she whispers.
“No one’s going to hurt you,” Calum vows, kissing her cheek. “Try to sleep, baby. Ash and I are right here. You’re safe.”
Ashton begins to hum a song while he and Cal continue to give y/n comforting touches. Eventually, her breathing shallows but she nestles in closer to them until Ashton taps Calum’s arm nodding towards her. Her eyes are closed. They join hands above her head on the pillows and eventually they fall asleep as well.
***
Calum swirled awake by soft whimpering behind him. His head feels heavy and his mouth is dry but he turns around and feels y/n fidgeting in her sleep. Ashton is snoring softly next to her, one hand laid flat on his chest while the other hangs off the edge of the bed. Calum flicks on the salt lamp Ashton insisted on bringing and they were all lit up from the warm amber glow.
“Hey…y/n baby, wake up,” Calum strokes her cheek and her head snaps in his direction. Her eyes stare wide into his as she gasps awake. “Shh, you’re alright. You’re here on the bus with me and Ash. Were you having a nightmare?”
He continues to stroke at her face as she recollects herself and slows her breathing. She finally nods in response to his answer.
“I couldn’t find you or Ashton and I kept running and running and someone was chasing me but I couldn’t get to where you were.”
“We’re all together now,” he affirms again and kisses her temple.
“What time is it?”
He cranes his neck to look at the digital clock near the headboard.
“Almost three. Do you want to go back to sleep or talk for a little bit?”
“Can we talk? Unless you’re tired–”
“We can talk. I’ve missed our late night talks while Ashton sleeps,” he smiles. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything. Tell me about your favorite places so far that you’ve visited.”
He tells her. He tells her about the crowds and the shops and different restaurants they’ve all tried. His voice is so low as he explains that y/n is lulled back to sleep cuddled into Calum’s chest. He’s about to turn out the salt lamp when Ashton rolls over and tucks himself against y/n’s back, his face hidden in the back of her head.
Calum smiles at them both, his heart swelling with love and happiness that they’re all together again. Then he’s reminded of the reason y/n’s here early and he gets angry. He doesn’t really want her to go back home after what happened. He doesn’t even know her side of the experience, how traumatic it was for her.
Did she see the intruders? Did she hear them? How close exactly were they to her?
He ends up tossing and turning all night and wakes up with dark circles under his eyes that match y/n’s. While the team set up at the new venue in Ljubljana y/n was attached to Ashton and Calum like glue and they didn’t mind one bit. She’d help them with whatever they were doing so it wasn’t like she was just a shadow that followed them around.
When it was time for them to head to the stage, they each kissed her cheeks and she went in the opposite direction with Sierra to go stand in their area that was reserved for them. Ashton requested three security guards to be with them for the whole show as an extra precaution.
The show was phenomenal and y/n had a great time singing and dancing with Sierra. And just like that, the show was over and they were being ushered back to the dressing room, y/n was buzzing from the show and as soon as Ashton saw her, he lifted her up and gave her a big kiss.
It was full of heat and electricity and longing from being apart for so long. Then she heard Luke and Michael’s voices and she broke the kiss but her lips still tingled. She knows Luke and Michael know about hers, Ashton and Calum’s relationship but she didn’t want to weird them out or anything with public displays of affection.
“Ash…”
“I know,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to hers, his hands holding onto her waist. “Missed you, and I’m always a little electric after a show.”
“Where’s my kisses?” Calum asks opening a bottle of water. He takes a long swallow, the plastic crinkling in his fingers.
“Beat you to it,” Ashton grins and kisses y/n’s cheek.
“I’ve got plenty for you,” she smiles. She untangles herself from Ashton, grabs Calum by the back of his neck and gives him a sweet kiss.
“I need a bit more than that, baby,” Calum mumbles and sucks on her bottom lip, his fingers fisting at her shirt.
“You know we’ve got a hotel room tonight,” Ashton reminds them quietly. y/n pulls her lips away from Calum.
“Really?” she asks.
“Mhm, a master suite,” Ashton grins.
Ashton and Calum gather their things quickly, tuck y/n between them, and make their way out of the venue and into the car that will take them to the hotel. Once they arrived, they noticed there were some fans standing off to the side of the main doors and Calum’s hand immediately found y/n’s.
“You two head in first,” Ashton suggests, “I’ll talk with them for a bit. I’ll see you soon, baby.” He kisses her cheek.
Calum opens the door and he and y/n slip out, hurrying behind the bodyguard that’s leading them inside. y/n stays close to Calum’s side watching his and her feet on the concrete and then the one, two, three, four steps. She faintly hears Ashton’s voice and the excitement from the cluster of fans and then it’s gone and the lobby of the hotel is cool.
People are talking in different languages all around her but she focuses on Calum’s hand in hers, she focuses on the way his thumb is grooving circles in her skin, how his smell invades her nose. Then there’s a ding and they’re in the elevator. Calum is talking quietly with the bodyguard. y/n is focusing on her breathing.
Her head feels heavy and there’s a sharp ringing in her ears as they enter the hotel room. Five months ago she, Ashton and Calum agreed not to have sex or pleasure themselves while they were apart and to instead save it for when they were all together again. She missed them, she missed being close to them and connecting with them and feeling their skin under her fingers.
But the scare of the break-in and being alone while it happened changed her.
Suddenly, Calum’s hand isn’t in hers anymore and her head snaps up to see him by the windows. His lips are moving as he talks to her but she doesn’t hear the words. He closes the curtains then he says something else. His eyebrows pull together and he repeats it coming closer to her.
His voice sounds dubbed and muffled and then it’s loud and clear as he calls her name and demands her to breathe. She’s not breathing?
“Y/n baby, focus on me, okay? Look at me,” he says gently and cups her cheeks in his hands. “Look right at me, focus on my voice. Can you hear me?”
She jerks her head in a nod and she realizes she’s shaking, her jaw clenched.
“Shh, shh, try to relax for me, it’s okay. We’re safe in the room. Ash will be up soon…what does he say to you when you’re like this?” The question was him thinking out loud but y/n’s mind is blank for an answer.
“There we go, that’s a good girl…gentle breaths now, nice and slow…”
She tries to match her breaths with the slow rise and fall of his shoulders but the colors start to darken. She blinks the dark splotches and then the door slams open, she jumps out of her skin and a loud yelp escapes her.
“What happened?” Ashton demands, his voice is stern but his hands are gentle as he removes Calum’s hands so he can hold her face. He feels her jaw is clenched. “Baby, tell me what’s wrong.”
She stares at him and Calum, their eyes wide in alarm and concern and she shakes her head looking down. Her lower lip trembles and suddenly her cheeks are wet. She’s clenching her jaw to try and stop herself from crying but she’s crying anyway.
“Please tell me,” Ashton begs, his hazel eyes finding hers. “Did something…trigger you about that night?”
She sucks in a deep breath of air and exhales a sharp, ‘no.’
“Okay, did you see something? Hear someone say something?”
“No,” she shakes her head, voice meek and timid and more tears fall. Ashton’s thumbs swipe each tear drop.
She lifts her hands through the triangle of Ashton’s arms to hide her face in shame and embarrassment.
“It’s so stupid…you’ll hate me…” she’s not even sure why she’s acting and responding so hysterically right now.
“We could never hate you,” Ashton protests.
“You can tell us anything,” Calum confirms.
“Idontwantohavesefmph.”
“We can’t understand you with your mouth covered, angel,” Ashton smiles. He pinches her cheeks lightly until her hands drop and she looks at them both with her big eyes and wet lashes.
“I don’t want to have sex yet…tonight or…or soon.”
“Oh,” Ashton’s shoulders relax and Calum lets out a deep breath. “Is that all?”
“Is that all?! It’s been five months and now because of what happened that night, I’m all messed up and my mind is…I don’t know what.”
“Baby, stop, stop, stop,” Ashton hushes her and pushes her gently on the bed. He kneels in front of her and Calum sits next to her, his arm wrapped around her back. “How could you think we’d be mad at your for not wanting to have sex? We were worried sick after what happened and just to have you here with us, sleeping in the same bed and waking up to you in the morning is more than enough.”
“I hope you didn’t feel pressured by us that we were going to have sex tonight,” Calum adds and Ashton gasps because he realizes the comment he made back in the dressing room.
“Oh, angel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by the hotel earlier. I only meant we’d be a little more private than on the bus.”
“But you said you’re so electrice and turn on after a show–”
“Yeah, but it passes,” Ashton smiles, wiping away the last of her tears. “Honestly, I crashed on the elevator ride up here so I’m fine if we all just take a hot shower and get into bed and go straight to sleep.”
“Are you sure?” She bites her lip.
“Positive. What do you say, Cal?” Ashton glances at Calum.
“A shower does sound nice but there’s also a very large whirlpool in the bathroom. With jets.”
“How does that sound, angel? We’ll get the pool full, me and Cal will rinse off our sweat in the shower and then we’ll just relax in the water.”
“Okay,” she sniffles, wiping at her nose. Ashton squeezes her thighs and Calum kisses her cheek.
“You sure you’re all right now?” Calum murmurs in her ear. She nods.
It takes about ten minutes for the whirlpool to fill, Calum and Ashton shed their clothes and hop in the shower to rinse off quickly. y/n keeps peeking at their blurred silhouettes through the shower door to make sure she’s not dreaming and they’re really there. Once they’re done showering, they exit and Calum’s feet slip on the floor and he nearly falls but grabs onto a towel rack to balance himself but the towel rack breaks clean off the wall.
y/n’s a giggling mess at seeing him flail all naked and wet and then he breaks the towel rod? She’s laughing so hard at Calum’s cursing that she collapses onto the floor trying to catch her breath. Ashton joins in on her laughter.
“It’s not funny! I’m gonna have to pay for that and how am I supposed to explain how it broke?” Calum is trying to fix it back into place, each time he strains with it, the muscles in his arms, back and ass flex and it makes y/n laugh more.
“I feel like you’re in a porno,” she gasps.
“Yeah, explain that’s how it broke. We got too carried away in our throes of passion,” Ashton says and winks at y/n.
Calum grumbles incoherent nonsense and tosses the pole to the floor. He notices the water is done in the whirlpool and he shuts it off.
“I could have seriously injured myself, I hope you know,” he pouts to Ashton and y/n but that comment only makes them laugh harder.
“I would have caught you,” Ashton says, holding his hands out to y/n so he can lift her up off the floor.
“But you didn’t! You would have fallen with me and we could have gotten concussed or broken a pelvis and we would be naked when the paramedics came to help us.”
“I would have draped a towel over you,” y/n giggles, unzipping her sweatshirt.
Ashton helps her remove her clothes and Calum shakes his head climbing into the tub. Calum turns on the jets and the room is filled with the loud vibrations of the bubbles.
“Hey, you didn’t injure yourself–or me–and y/n got a good laugh out of it. No harm, no foul,” Ashton shrugs.
“I harmed the damn towel rack,” Calum nods towards the pulled wallpaper on the wall as he holds his hand out for y/n to take. He’s momentarily frazzled by seeing her naked body again and the way her breasts shake when she laughs again. Once she’s fully seated in the water she wraps her arms around Calum’s neck.
“I’d rather you break the towel rack than any part of you,” she tells him sweetly and peppers his cheek and nose in kisses. Ashton climbs in next to them, the water sloshes along the edges of the pool.
“See, our sweet girl would have been devastated if you broke your pelvis,” Ashton says.
“Now you’re just mocking me,” Calum pouts, his lips jutting out.
Ashton shakes his head because he knows he’s being a pouty baby just to get affection from y/n. Y/n knows it too but she doesn’t mind, this feels normal. This is what she needs after that horrible night of the break-in and the panic attack she experienced earlier.
This intimacy and this knowing of each other is what she’s missed while they’ve been separated. She’s showering Calum in affection as he continues to prattle on until finally he stops because she’s slotted her lips with his.
“Shut up,” she whispers lovingly. “If Ash kisses you, will you feel better?”
“Yes.”
She sits back and Ashton reaches over in front of her.
“You’re ridiculous sometimes, you know that?” Ashton asks before pressing his lips to Calum’s wanting mouth.
Calum’s a little dazed after both kisses and he smirks at his two loves.
“My ridiculousness gets me kisses though.”
***
After her episode, Ashton and Calum kept an even closer eye on her to make sure she didn’t feel pressured or triggered by anything surrounding her. They don’t press her to discuss what happened the night of the break-in, they’ll let her tell them when she’s ready. For now, they’re just relishing being in each other’s presence.
While in Paris, the three stay in an airbnb overlooking the countryside. Ashton bought a bunch of food and Calum was inside making a large brunch spread for them. Ashton saunters out with two small cups of espresso, his mountain pants hanging loosely off his hips, necklaces dangling over his chest.
“For you,” he hands her a cup and she takes it smacking her lips.
“Thank you.”
“Cal said about a half hour and everything will be ready,” he says and sits down in the wicker chair across from her. He pats his lap as an invitation for her to sit on his lap. She stands up gleefully and plops herself on his thighs, his arm holding her close.
“Can we go to an art museum today?” she asks, sipping carefully at the espresso, the foam tickles her lips.
“Sure angel,” he rubs at her thigh.
“Can we get lunch at that one cafe with all the pastries?”
“Sure angel.”
“And can we go for a boat ride on the Seine?”
“Sure angel.”
Calum comes out with his own cup of coffee and a smile on his face. He kisses y/n’s head and sits in the chair she just frequented.
“Can we drink wine and watch the sun go down?” She twists in his lap and plays with the curls around his face.
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Missing You | @m4r13l3y — WARNINGS: sad james, fluff ending
Falling for him | @quindolyn — WARNINGS: james being cocky
Four eyes | @sarahisslytherin — WARNINGS: tons of fluff
Love is in the air | @lostinaseaoffictionalbliss — WARNINGS: none
untitled | @wrathspoet — WARNINGS: guilty james
Remus Lupin
But you insult my boyfriend and that won’t slide | @hello-everyfandom — WARNINGS: horrible horrible language and bad words
Puppy | @messers-moony — WARNINGS: swearing
Monthlies | @fandom-puff — WARNINGS: none
Harry Potter
Fallin for him | @railmeharrypotter — WARNINGS: tooth-rotting fluff
Poly!Marauders
Greedy | @saintlike78 — WARNINGS: fluff, poly!relationship, breakup, mentions of not eating, crying, reader being sad, and mean girls
Druig
hair braiding | @mothdruid — WARNINGS: none
under their noses | @tokkiotears — WARNINGS: sweet sweet puppy love
hey! i dont really have a prompt in mind, but i am DYING for some spoiler-free (if applicable i havent seen NWH yet obvi) andrew garfield!peter parker x reader fluff!❤️
dating headcanons-peter parker
type: fluff
pairings: andrew garfield!peter parker x gn!reader
warnings: dressing wounds, language, unedited
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his love language is physical touch so he would do anything to be near you or touching you in any way
this wasn’t at all anything sexual, peter wasn’t that outright unless he gets completely clear consent
peter just likes the reassurance that you’re there with him and that you’re safe
knowing this, you would give him hugs constantly by wrapping your arms around his neck or waist whenever you approached him
even though you knew peter could sense when you were coming due to his inhuman abilities, he still saw it as the cutest gesture ever
and, since it made him happy, you’ll always greet him that way
forehead kisses, cuddles 24/7, random hugs, a simple arm around the shoulder or waist. peter parker was the sweetest boyfriend of all time
one thing you were quick to know about peter was the fact he could remember any key events
maybe it was the years of studying
maybe it was him being completely whipped
you would never know
“hey, i got these for your second cousin’s birthday.” peter crawled through your window one afternoon with a small but crumpled bouquet of tulips
“how the fuck did you even remember-“
before you even knew about him being spiderman you were bandaging him up
even when he insisted you didn’t
peter never wanted you to worry about him in any way, shape, or form
so whenever you were sat next to him, applying rubbing alcohol to his arm as lightly as possible, he would admire the way you concentrated on making sure he was okay
it saddened him sometimes that he could cause any stress to you whatsoever when he came to you with wounds littering his skin
(assuming you were both at school when you had began dating) peter never needed help with homework but he always found excuses to ask you to come over to do it with him
he just loved the way you explained things
peter loved everything about you
it was a random saturday in spring when he was sitting cross legged on your bed, examining the way your eyes followed the lines on the textbook pages
a loud sigh from his direction caused you to snap your head back up towards him, smiling once you saw the admiring look in his eyes
heat crept up on peter’s face and he looked down at the notes in front of him
“those glasses suit you well, yknow.” now it was peter’s turn to look up at you
it was true. the moment you saw peter in the glasses you fell in love with him all over again
he had recently found them in his dad’s old briefcase, which-according to uncle ben-made peter the splitting image of his father
you leant back in your chair, pleased with how flustered he’d gotten in the past minutes
“i love you.” peter blurted out
realisation flooded his expression and you froze as you took it all in
he cleared his throat, “sorry, uh, well. electrons are… cool?” he rubbed his temple, nodding his head to the side as he tried to play it off as he never said a word
by now, you had snapped out of your daze and had walked over to him
taking his head in your hands, you turned him to face you and his hands fell on your hips mindlessly in common routine
being in such close proximity-lips practically brushing against one another-made your breathing falter
“i love you too.”
you leant lightly into his touch and placed your lips on his
passionately yet delicately, peter pulled you so flush against him that you both fell back on the bed and deepened the kiss
needless to say, the homework was long forgotten as you were in each other’s embrace
one of peter’s biggest fears was losing you
this meant he was incredibly protective
sometimes even more than he should’ve been
he would never be controlling but he may come across as that sometimes to others
but you knew he had his best at heart
he just wanted to make sure you were safe at all times
this doesn’t automatically make him jealousy-prone
in fact, peter didn’t get jealous jealous that often
it took a lot to make him angry full stop
but if someone decides to get too touchy with you for his liking, peter could either be found on the top of the empire state building or going over to you and wrapping a warm arm around your waist or shoulders
another thing about peter was that he could sense whenever you were uncomfortable
it wasn’t necessarily his ‘spidey-senses’ that caused such-it was just the fact he knew you so well
and you best think twice if you believe he wouldn’t do anything and everything to get you-and him-out of that place/situation in an instant
peter absolutely adores marathons with you
whether it’s a show or film series, he doesn’t care
without even meaning to, he takes mental notes of what films you love the most
it makes sense since he never really watches or pays attention to the actual film, but is staring at you majority of the time
if you seemed to enjoy a certain genre, he puts on something as similar as he could find when it was next his turn to pick
sometimes he goes through any dvds he could find in the basement and picks out whatever reminds him of you
peter found out about the huge movie collection in his basement when his uncle had called him down to help with an appliance flooded one day
“hey, uncle ben? whats in all these boxes?”
“oh-that’s some old film sets we used to get back when i was around your age. there are some pretty good ones in there, but mostly just crap.”
peter chuckled, his fingers cracking open one of the box folds and scanning through some of the titles
the godfather
scarface
halloween
vertigo
back to the future
peter was sure he had spotted some of the early star wars editions when uncle ben interrupted, shouting for him to bring up anything he can find in the freezer as he ascended up the stairs
chuckling lightly to himself, peter closed the box and kept in mind to tell you about his findings later on
i really hope this is what you wanted. thanks again for your request, i loved writing this sm:)
summary: you have a sneaking suspicion about your best friend and will apparently go to any lengths to prove yourself right.
warnings: mentions of violence/bruises, kissing, basically just a bunch of pg13 fluff, friends to lovers au.
author’s note: very much enjoying the andrew garfield spiderman love recently (don’t know where you all were 9 years ago but that’s not my business) so here’s a fic for my favourite spidey! i don’t think i’ve written for marvel in over a year and my writing is kinda rusty, but enjoy nonetheless!! ♡
“I wonder what Spider-Man looks like,” you absentmindedly mumble, scribbling down the answer to the Calculus question you were working on.
This piques your best friend Peter’s interest and his gaze quickly shoots from his own homework to you. “What, why? Wh-why does that, uh, matter?”
“No, I’m just saying, y’know?” You shrug, not thinking anything of it until you catch his expression. His head is tilted in confusion and he resembles a lost puppy with curiosity painted plain as day on his face.
God, why does your best friend have to be so cute. Okay, maybe a slightly inappropriate thought to be having, but it’s not like you’re hurting anyone! Other than yourself, that is, by not having your feelings returned. Collateral damage.
“He’s, like, super strong right?” you ask, turning back to your homework. Mostly to avoid looking at Peter, but also because you aren’t quite as good at calculus as him. He hums in answer, prompting you to continue. “Which means he’s probably super ripped. And if he’s super ripped, he’s gotta be like…”
You trail off, thinking he gets where you’re going. But when you look at him again, his brows are furrowed and you can’t help chuckling. “Spider-Man is probably really hot.”
masterlist
other members: s.coups | jeonghan | joshua | jun | hoshi | wonwoo | woozi | dk | the8 | seungkwan | vernon | dino
you and mingyu have been living next to each other for quite a while now
but you never really talked to each other
like once in a while you say hi to each other when both of you are in the hallway
or mingyu stops by and gives you a portion of his food because he cooked too much and it’d be such a waste to throw it all away
not that you’re complaining bc his dishes taste HEAVENLY
and then you return the plates and have a little smalltalk
that’s p much your relationship with him
everything’s cool and chill and you have no issues
until one day he decided to get a pet
a dog to be more precise
and her name is,,,,,,,,,, AJI
it’s not that you’re afraid of dogs,,,, you quite like them tbh
it’s the owner that’s worrying you a little
did i say a little no i mean a LOT
tbh mingyu has always striked to you as an organized and polite guy who’s loved by everyone and everything
but WOW HOW CAN HE BE SO BAD WITH DOGS
you’re about to go out and do some errands when some banging sounds come from the front door
after listening closely you realize
that something’s barking at your door
naturally you open the door to see what’s going on
and there’s tiny wee aji who stops barking at the sight of you and in the next second she’s hiding behind your legs
then there’s someone shouting desperately
“aJI WHERE ARE YOU I HAVE SOME APPLES FOR YOU!!”
he stops in his tracks when he passes your door and sends you an embarrased smile
“hey i’m sorry if i’m too loud and disturbed you i just have some trouble finding my,,,”
he can’t seem to bring the last words over his mouth
because whose dog runs away from their owner???
“aji? she’s here”
you pick up the dog and mingyu finds it so astounding that aji isn’t trying to get away from you unlike from hIM
“um,,, thanks so much! i swear this will never happen again!!!” he rambles and then dashes away from you with aji in one hand
probably dying of embarassment and questioning his life decisions
but a N Y W A Y
mingyu pls don’t make promises you can’t keep
bc that was just the tip of the iceberg
it happens at least once a week where you find aji lingering in front of your door
and then mingyu is running around like a madman looking for his dog
most of the time with an apple in his hand
and you already have her in your arms and hand her back to him
he just shoots you an apologetic smile along with countless apologies
once in a while he shows up with an i’m so sorry i’m your neighbour and that aji keeps bothering you cake and you tell him repeatedly that you don’t mind at all because you REALLY DON’T MIND AT ALL
and the cycle starts again
one day mingyu shows up at your door
you’re about to say that aji isn’t here this time but then you notice that he’s holding a leash and aji is at his side
“i know this is a weird request but”
“the vet said aji should go outside more often”
“the thing is she keeps coming back to your door”
“what i’m trying to say is would you mind taking a walk with me?”
“with me and AJI of course, not just me,,,, it’s all about aji, for aji’s sake, yeah”
he’s such a stuttering mess as he talks
you agree without hesitation and make his day
and aji’s ofc
so you go to the park and together and you notice that mingyu is vv tense
“lemme take the leash from you”
he shrieks up but lets you take the leash from him
to loosen him up you stir up a random conversation
it doesn’t take long until mingyu relaxes around you and everything’s back to normal
until mingyu blurts out
“you know we look like a couple keeping a dog together”
you give him a side glance
and it takes him a few moments to process what he just said and cue APOLOGIES TO NO END
you silence him with a peck on his cheek
it seems to be effective on him bc he finally shuts up and stares at you
probs asking himself if this is a dream or reality because he’s so perplexed
“before you call us a couple, i think we should go on a few more dates first”
he can’t contain his smile after that
and a couple meters in front of you, aji is barking happily
You’re in love: You’re Joes sister and met Ben on set of Bohemian Rhapsody. The cast notices some chemistry between the two of you and Joe confronts Ben.
I need you to hate me: Ben had hated you since the moment he met you, everyone said it was because he adored you, but why would he pretend to hate you?
Movie Night: You have a movie night with some of the boys and Ben confesses something you weren’t supposed to hear.
Fake love: Readers sister constantly tries to set her up with people, so reader lies and tells her she has a boyfriend. Her sister then invites both of them to the wedding. You try to keep your feelings fake, but now you don’t know where you stand with Ben.
The Bet: Reader is cast as Dominique in BoRhap, and meets Ben who she’s liked since seeing in X-men. The cast starts to suspect something happening so start to bet on the two of you.
London Boy: Reader is recording a new album when Ben, her close friend, walks into the studio and hears you recording, what he doesn’t realise, the song is about him. Based on the song Lover Boy by Taylor Swift.
Joe Mazzello
Blurbs:
Drunk love
John Deacon
Fics:
Something like love: You and John had been friends for years, after John goes on tour over Christmas, will feelings come to the surface?
A/N: Hi, everybody! Not a request, but a prompt for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! I haven’t been able to take part in the first few days, but I am determined to take part in the rest of them. I hope you guys enjoy!
Pairing: Ben Hardy x fem!reader
Summary: You’re out shopping with your best friend (and crush) Ben for the holidays.
Warnings: Fluff, a dash of mutual pining
Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows
You locked arms with your best friend and put your head on his shoulder.
“You can’t be tired yet! We haven’t gotten the perfect gift yet.”
“Beeeen,” you whined. You couldn’t help it. Your feet were hurting and the rest of you was freezing. “We’ve been to nearly every shop in London. Not all of us get to work for three months and then take six months off.”
Ben nudged you, but shook his head with a smile, knowing you were joking.
That damn smile haunted you. You’d fallen in love with six years ago when the two of you first met through a mutual friend at a pub for drinks.
“Fair enough, how about we get some hot chocolate up here?” Ben nodded to a small cafe just a block ahead. “Then we’ll go to one or two more spots? There’s a small shop that my mum loves that we still need to go see.”
“Fine,” you untangled your arm from him, coming up with a plan. “But last one there has to buy the hot chocolate!” You took off running, even though you were weighed down by your bags of gifts.
Summary: Reader is fine with being alone on Christmas. In fact she prefers it. But when her best friend, Michael Hardy, invites her to Christmas with his family, how is she to refuse? Especially when Michael lets slip that his mysterious brother Ben will be around for the holidays…
Word Count: 9K
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, implied sex and swearing. And so much goddamn softness, WHEW.
A/N: HI!!!! I’M BACK!!! AND ALIVE!!! 2020 has kicked my ass in many ways but I cannot thank all of you enough for supporting me. To all my new followers, to all my old followers, to everyone who still liked and reblogged my stories, I saw all of you and it made me happier than you could have imagined in this dumpster fire year. I hope all of you made it through this year and I hope this sweet little story makes you feel better.
I would be remiss to not give a huge, massive thank you and I love you to the Lizard Ladies, @mrhoemazzello , @diasimar, and @fairestkillerqueenofall. You three are truly the wind beneath my wings, the farts in my butt, the light at the end of the tunnel. I can’t thank you enough for the love and support this year and I love you from the very bottom of my heart.
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