Warning : preschool for part of the fic, love at first smell, Au where your mate smells like your favorite memories, baby Ash is super shy. Drinking, playing pool, mention of a supernatural murder & missing person, a bit of fear, Ash feels the need to be protective. Double break is a big time jump.
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He remembers it like it was yesterday. He was, what? Four, maybe five years old the first time he smelt it. He hadn’t wanted to go, fought his parents the whole way, wanted to stay home with his mom. They were standing at the gate, tears in his eyes as he begged her not to make him go inside, and then suddenly the tears stopped. He could smell something, something like he’d never smelt before from another person.
He looked around, searching for it. A girl skipped past him, the smell of fresh baked cookies and peanut butter and jam sandwiches filling his nose as she did. His two favorite things. Her eyes were big and bright, her smile wide as she let go of the hand she held and hurried through the gates without a look back at her parent, and he couldn’t tear his eyes off her.
“Ash?” He looked up at his mother, her knowing smile softening her face. “You ready to go in now?” He nodded. “Go on. I’ll be back to pick you up later.” He started for the gate when she called out to him again and he turned. “There’s cookies in your lunch bag, in case you want to share them with someone special.”
“Thanks mama.” he grinned with a wave before rushing past the gate, into the yard and towards the door.
Inside the building, he saw her again, putting her bag in her cubby. He stood where he was, just watching her. Her scent lingering in his nose. She smiled at other kids who said good morning to her, and he found himself wanting to talk to her too, but not knowing what to say. Then she turned to him and smiled. His whole damn heart melted.
“You must be Ash.” A voice from above him grabbed his attention and he looked up at the woman who stood there with clasped hands and a friendly smile. “I’m Miss Emily. I’ll be your teacher.” Ash looked from his new teacher to the girl he couldn’t stop watching, but she was turned away again, skipping her way into the classroom. “Come on. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff, and then we’ll go inside and meet everyone. I’ll even let you pick the first activity we do today, how does that sound?”
“Do you have clay?” he asked softly.
“We do.” She smiled wider seeing him open up just a little. “Do you like working with your hands, getting them dirty?” Ash nodded. “Then we’ll start with arts and crafts today.”
When lunch time rolled around, Ash wasn’t sure where to sit, until he saw an empty seat next to the one person he’d wanted to talk to all day. Quickly, but quietly, he moved to the seat and sat in it before anyone else could, not that anyone else seemed to be running for it like he was, but he had to be sure. She looked up at him and smiled again, and Ash ducked his face away, blushing profusely.
She just turned back to her lunch.
It was quiet as she ate, Ash too shy to even look at her. He opened his lunch box and smiled seeing his favorite, peanut butter and jelly with the crusts cut off.
“You don’t like crusts either?” Ash’s head snapped up, surprised she was talking to him. Then he looked down to the sandwich bag that had torn crusts in it. “I told my mom, but she keeps giving me crusts..”
Ash was quiet again, surprised she’d spoken to him and unsure what to say. He looked down at his lunch again, at the snack bag tucked in next to his juice box. Home made chocolate chip cookies that his mother had made last night to cheer him up about going to school. He remembered the words she’d said to him before he went inside.
He slid the small bag over, and she looked up at him again. “My mom made them.” he whispered quietly. “D-do you want one?”
“Really?” Ash nodded. “Yeah!”
The way her face lit up, the way she moved just a touch closer to him, Ash was done for. He happily opened the bag and gifted her the biggest, chocolatiest cookie he had. He watched as she disregarded the rest of her sandwich and bit into the cookie, quick to tell him it was the best cookie she’d ever had.
It was in that moment that Ash decided this, this girl was his best friend in the whole world.
And if he ever took a mate and married, it would be her.
He’s not sure how many PBR’s he’s knocked back at this point, as Ash leaned over the table and lines up the shot, breathing a moment before taking it. The person he’s playing against grumbles and he laughs as he reaches for his beer. “You should have known better.” he teased.
“Though you were drunk enough to beat this time.”
Ash is about to take another swig when the smell hits him. It smells like home, like his childhood. All his best memories and the past he’d long ago moved on from. The bottle comes down, and he swallows down nothing in particular and turns, eyes on the door. It stands open and he's frozen watching the person standing there.
“You sure you’re in the right place, sweetheart?” someone calls out from a corner table, and Ash feels the need to go over there and deck them when he sees the way you duck your head to hide your face. He’s scared you're going to leave.
“Can I get you anything, sugar?” Ellen calls from the bar, and he’s grateful at the way you look up with mild relief before heading over and take a seat in a stool. He sees the way you hesitate to drink the beer she hands you.
He hasn’t seen you in so goddamn long that he’d almost forgotten. How beautiful you were to him. How great your scent was. The Omega of his damn dreams. He needs to do something, say something, before he loses you again.
“Ellen.” he starts forward, getting the older woman's attention. “It's on me. Her drinks, they’re on me.”
“I can pay for my own drinks.” you try to interrupt, but he just gives Ellen a look, and she nods, walking off down the bar. You’re looking at him now, really looking at him. “You look familiar..”
Ash smiles. “We went to school together once. Kinda had a crush on you.” he chuckled awkwardly.
“Pb&J!” Ash’s smile fell, as he watched your face. “Pb&J and cookies, every day, right? That’s you! You, wow you look so different.” you chuckle. “Ash, I think, right? What are you doing here?”
“I work here.” he smiles. “Well, and live here..” he casually glances around, and he feels almost ashamed at the state of the place. It’s not dirty, not at all, but it’s not exactly pristine. Probably far from what you’re used to.
“That’s cool.”
“What are you doing here? This place ain't exactly your usual dive bar..”
“I-” He sees the smile fall from your lips and you look away. “I was told I could come here for help…”
“Help with what?”
You swallowed. “My dad.. So-something killed my dad, and my brother.. he’s missing.”
“That’s something you should call the police about-”
“No!” you looked at him, fear in your eyes. “They don’t believe me, they think I’m crazy! It wasn’t a person! It was… I don’t.. I don’t know. I’m scared.. I’m so scared.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” He tried to soothe you. “Dr Badass is in.” he gave you a reassuring smile. “I think I know who can help. Best of the best. I’m going to make a call, okay?” You nodded, and he left you to your beer. He was back a few minutes later. “They’ll be here day after tomorrow. You got somewhere to stay?”
You gave him a small nod. “Motel in town.” Ash nodded. “I uh- I had a crush on you too, you know.”
“What?”
You nodded and smiled. “You gave me cookies. How could I not like the boy who kept feeding me the best cookies in town.” He smiled softly at that. “What happened? You just stopped hanging around, you vanished on me.”
“You were an omega.” He shrugged. “I ended up being just a beta.”
“The best smelling Beta I ever met.” He gave you a confused look. “You smelled like smores over a campfire.” you smiled at him. “And root beer. God, I loved root beer.” you chuckled at that.
“You smelled like my lunch.”
You furrowed your brow at that and laughed. “Like your lunch?”
He nodded. “Peanut butter and jelly no crusts, and cookies fresh from the oven.” he smiled. “Reminded me of home, of mom, all my favorite things. I’ve been in love since I smelt it that very first time.”
You chewed on your bottom lip for a minute before pulling a receipt out of your pocket, checking to make sure it wasn't something important, then asked Ellen for a pen. Once you got it, you started writing.
“What’s that?” he asked, when you held it out.
“My room number. And my phone number.”
“Right, for when my friends get here.” he takes it and looks down at the paper, committing the number to memory.
“Or, in case you ever want to share cookies with me again.” As scared as you were about everything that had happened in your life in the last few months, it felt so good to see him again and have your nose filled with a scent that had always made you smile.
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Summary: What’s better than your best girl and best mate getting along? Well, nothing really. If you knew the rumors were false, that is.
A/N: You’ve heard of enemies to lovers. You’ve heard of fake-dating to real dating. Might I introduce a new trope called hostility turned platonic friendship turned stand-in boyfriend? Aka my brain child with @here-for-the-uproars
Content: Swearing, general tom-foolery.
DISCLAIMER: NOT A poly!Cashton or poly!5sos fic!!!!
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Part 3
“Oh, I’m never gonna be able to get up there,” Sam said, eyeing the bunk beds in the tour bus. She graduated with her doctorate and as a graduation present, her boss was letting her take the summer off to go on tour with Ashton. “You’re only young once, Sam,” the older lady said with a knowing wink. “Go enjoy yourself. Your job will still be here when you get back.”
“There’s a ladder right there, baby,” Ashton told her, pointing.
“I’m gonna bang my head so much…”
“Yeah you are,” Ashton winked, grabbing her ass.
“Fletch,” she laughed, turning in his arms to face him. “I’m serious. Can you switch with Cal?”
“If I do that, then I can’t do this,” he pouted, spinning her back around and lifting her into the bunk with fluid ease.
“Hey. Hey!” Sam squealed as she landed on the soft mattress pad. “Oh, this is cozier and bigger than I pictured,” she commented, laying down in the bunk.
Ashton giggled as he rested his arms against his bunk. “Yeah, we had to do some remodeling of sorts when Luke decided to become six and a half feet tall!” He said the last part a bit louder so Luke could hear.
“I’m 6’2” at best!” came the retort from the living room area of the bus.
Ashton and Sam laughed. “Anyway, now they’re long enough for GIRAFFES and wide enough for when the girls come along.”
“And still too tall for me,” Sam finished.
“Again, there’s a ladder right there.”
Sam wrinkled up her nose. “Nah, I like it better when you lift me.”
“Me too,” Ashton agreed with a flirty wink.
“You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself,” Sam giggled, playfully swatting at his hands.
“Can’t,” Ashton said simply. “One, I always gotta be doing something with my hands. Two, you’re way too hot, baby.”
“You’re right about the first part,” she agreed with another giggle. The drummer had the worst case of restless hands she’d ever encountered. A restlessness she was more than happy to take full advantage of. “As for the sec-”
“Also true,” he cut her off, leaning into the bunk to kiss her.
~~~
“Ugh, my head,” Sam whined, hands pressing to her temple. At two weeks of tour life, the loudness mixed with the bright lights were beginning to make her head spin. Even when it was dark, it wasn’t dark enough.
“You okay, baby?” Ashton asked, concern written across his face as he tugged her closer to him.
“Whoa, don’t do that,” she said, pushing at him, feeling the pain slosh around in her skull.
Ashton frowned. “Do you wanna go lie down in the bunk?”
“You won’t be mad?” Sam asked, her eyes squinting. Some Motrin and a quiet tour bus sounded like fuckin’ heaven.
He shook his head. “No. If you don’t feel good, you don’t feel good.”
“I can lay down in here, Fletch,” Sam protested, feeling bad anyway. She had come to watch his shows, not get sidelined by a damn migraine.
“Nope, bus, c’mon,” he said standing up and gently tugging her to her feet.
“Okay, okay,” she laughed weakly. “But, I can go to the bus myself. You’ll be late if you walk with me.”
Ashton was about to protest, but he thought better of it. He knew hoisting her into his bunk would make it hard to focus and he definitely couldn’t cause his band to miss their cue because he got handsy with his girlfriend ten minutes before they were supposed to go on. “Alright then,” he said, kissing her forehead. Get some rest if you can. I’ll be there as soon as I get done and shower.”
She nodded her head barely. “Mmkay. Love you. Break a leg.”
“Love you too, baby,” he smiled, placing another kiss on her forehead.
“Oh, fuck this…” Sam muttered as she stared up at Ashton’s bunk on the bus. She reached on tiptoe to pull her blanket down, but no way in hell was she climbing up there with her head pounding like it was. She swallowed the Motrin with a swig of water and pushed back Calum’s curtain on the lower bunk before crawling inside and trying to get some sleep.
Ashton was the first one on the bus after practically sprinting backstage to change and shower, wanting to check on Sam, Calum on his heels.
“Baby?” Ashton called out softly, drawing back his curtain. “What the fuck?” he muttered when he didn’t see her there. He could hear her snoring softly, but where the fuck was she? He frowned, crouching down to the bottom bunk and pulling back Calum’s curtain. He smiled when he saw her curled up and fast asleep. “Baby?” Ashton whispered, nudging her gently awake. “Baby, I’m here.”
“Shh, sleeping,” Sam mumbled at him, a hand swatting him away.
“Baby, you’re in Cal’s bunk. C’mon, gotta move ya up a floor.”
“No!” She rolled further into the bunk. “Too high. Couldn’t reach. Didn’t listen.” The broken sentences fell from her lips, a charming characteristic she only did when she was dead tired.
Ashton chuckled. “I’m sorry, baby. But I’m here now. C’mon, I’ll lift you in.”
“Too warm. Bed cold.”
“Hey, mate can you move? I’m exhausted,” Calum’s voice sounded.
“Trying Cal. Someone won’t move, though.”
Sam smiled at Calum’s voice. “Bub bed warm. Fletch bed cold. I stay. You shh,” she continued to speak in broken sleepy sentences.
Ashton and Calum shared a glance. Both men knew that moving a sleepy Sam meant death. The woman may sound cute when she was in a sleep state like this, but she was also mad as hell if you dared disturb her. Calum shoved passed Ashton and crawled into his bunk. “Night, mate,” Calum told Ashton, drawing the curtain closed.
Ashton drew the curtain back open with a sharp pull. “So, I’m supposed to sleep by myself? In my cold bunk?”
Sam nodded, already curled up against Calum. “Should listen. Sam smart, ‘member? Sam doctor.”
Ashton rolled his eyes playfully. “I can’t believe I just got bubbed in my own relationship…”
“You Fletch. He bub. I’m baby princess,” Sam explained.
“Well, move over cuz Fletch is coming in,” Ashton said definitively, crawling in the bunk.
“What?! No!” Calum protested as Ashton’s body pressed into his. “It’s too small for three people!”
“Shut up and pass me my baby,” Ashton muttered, pulling Sam across Calum’s chest and onto his. “There, we’ll sleep side by side, and she can sleep right here on top of me.”
“If you start fucking, I’m shoving you both out,” Calum grumbled. “Now, close the damn curtain, and let me sleep.”
“Mmm, Fletch,” Sam mumbled happily, nuzzling her face into Ashton’s neck. “And bub,” she added, a hand patting Calum’s chest affectionately. “Love my boys.”
“And we love our girl,” Ashton murmured into her hair. “Go back to sleep, baby. We gotcha.”
In the morning, Calum was curled up in Sam’s blanket, his own blanket still trapped underneath him and Ashton. “Hey!” Sam said, snatching back her blanket. “Blanket thief.”
“Bed thief,” Calum retorted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I was cold.”
“So was I!”
“Bullshit, you slept on a heater!” Calum told her, pushing Ashton’s shoulder.
“He was right next to you all night! How were you cold?”
“How were you cold?!”
“I wasn’t. I just want my blanket.”
“Shut up!” Mike grumbled from further down the row of bunks.
“Sorry, Mikey. Want me to make pancakes?” Sam called out.
“Yes, please.”
~~~
“Yeah, um how much fabric do you think it would take to make a blanket for two people in love and one blanket thief?” Ashton asked the lady at the counter. “Say they’re all about this big?” he added, gesturing at himself, Calum, and Sam.
“He’s joking,” Sam put in quickly as the lady gave them all a weird look. “Can you point us in the direction of your king sized blankets?”
“Aisle 4,” the lady said, pointing.
“Thank you,” Sam smiled brightly, skipping off in the direction of the pointed finger.
~~~
“Okay,” Mike said, his green eyes worried as he eyed Sam sandwiched between Ashton and Calum on the couch. “Real talk. Are you a throuple?”
“We’re not judging,” Luke added. “We just… the nightly cuddling… we’re your friends. You can tell us.”
Ever since her migraine two weeks ago, all three of them had been sleeping in Calum’s bunk. Sam on the premise that it was easier to get into, despite Ashton buying her a collapsible stool; Calum on the premise that it was his bunk and he wasn’t switching; and Ashton on the premise that he slept where Sam slept. And with the king sized blanket solving the blanket thief problem, all three had come to enjoy the new sleeping arrangement more than they cared to ever admit out loud.
The not-a-throuple laughed at the blondes before Sam answered, “It’s just nice to be held. I mean, I’ve personally never slept better. It’s fun too. Like a fort almost.”
“And there’s a strict no funny business in Fort Hood,” Calum interjected.
Sam rolled her eyes. “It’s Fort Rhythm, bub. Fort Hood is already taken.”
“I like cuddles and forts…” Luke pouted.
“Focus!” Mike told him. “So, not a throuple?” The attention was back on the three on the couch.
Three head shakes with a uniform, “Nope.”
“So, can we build a fort?” Luke asked.
~~~
“Who needs mattress pads when I can do THIS!” Sam laughed, sprawling across all four men after Fort Luke Sucks Balls was manifested in the living room area of the tour bus. “Oh, damn partner… I knew you were broad shouldered, but damn, you are an actual giant.”
“Watch that mouth of yours,” Ashton growled playfully, grabbing at her chin as her head moved to lay on his chest.
“You know what?” she asked, readjusting herself across her human pillows. “Just for that, you get stuck with my feet,” she giggled, wiggling her toes in his face.
“Bad idea, baby,” Ashton said, gripping her ankles in one hand and tickling her with the other.
“No! Stop!” she squealed, her weight constantly shifting on the other men-earning protested groans- as she lunged forward to try and pry Ashton’s hand off her feet. “Stop! Please!” She continued to fight between laughs, tears falling down her cheeks as she fought for breath. “Fletcher!”
At the full middle name usage he stopped immediately. “I told you it was a bad idea.”
“Tickle me again and you’re out of Fort Rhythm.”
“You can’t kick me out of the fort that you half named after me!”
“Hey, bub, wanna teach me how to play drums so we can kick Fletch out of Fort Rhythm?”
“Can you replace him in the band, too?” Calum smirked.
“Alright, I won’t tickle you,” Ashton relented. Then, with a dangerous smirk, “Fellas?”
Three pairs of hands started ticking Sam’s feet and ribs while she screamed and squirmed. “No! Stop it! Someone’s gonna get hurt!” Sam’s voice echoed around the bus and almost like her words willed it to be true, she smacked Ashton straight in the face.
“Motherfucker!” Ashton winced in pain, a hand cradling his cheek. “Alright stop!”
The tickling ceased and Sam scrambled to Ashton. “Shit, Fletch, are you okay?!”
“Fuck, I’m glad that wasn’t a fist,” Ashton grumbled, removing his hand from his bright red cheek.
Sam’s blue eyes went wide before her lips were on his cheek, feeling the heat from her unintentional slap. “Fuck, Fletch, I’m so sorry!”
“Duly noted. No tickling in Fort Luke Sucks Balls,” Ashton continued to grumble.
“Or sex,” Calum added.
“Anything else?” Mike asked, getting up and moving to the kitchen area, rummaging around.
“Name change!” Luke shouted.
“Admit you’re 6’4”!” was the unison retort before Sam went back to apologizing profusely to Ashton.
“Baby, I’m fine,” Ashton assured her.
“I’m so sorry!”
“It was my fault.”
“You’re right, but I’m still sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine. I’d hate to have you hit for me real. Damn, woman,” he said with a proud small smile. His girlfriend kicked ass.
“Alright, here,” Mike declared, waving everyone over to him. “Sign,” he instructed, handing Luke the bottle of mustard.
“What the fuck?” they all laughed, looking at the tortilla that had the following written in ketchup:
Fort Luke Sucks Balls Rules
No sex of any kind
No tickling
The makeshift contract already bore Mike’s initials in mustard. The bottle of mustard got passed around as they all added their initials to it.
“Can we all watch a movie now or something?” Sam asked once the aptly named Tortilla Treaty was signed.
“Mean Girls?” Luke suggested.
With the fort named at his expense, they all agreed that watching the movie of his choice was more than a fair arrangement.
“You know there’s plenty of space in here, Fletch,” Sam whispered once they all got comfortable in the fort. “You don’t have to be shoulder to shoulder with bub.”
“I know. Just gotten used to it I guess.”
Sam moved so she was lying on top of Ashton. “Me too,” she agreed, her face nuzzling into Ashton’s neck, a hand resting affectionately on Calum’s chest.
“Hey, no sex,” Mike’s voice piped up before a piece of popcorn flew in their direction. “And not a throuple my ass.”
“Look, if you want Sam cuddles, just ask. You don’t gotta be rude about it,” Sam joked, tossing the piece of popcorn back at Mike who caught it in his mouth.
“Okay, I want Sam cuddles,” Mike relented, holding open his arms. “Get over here, queen.”
“What about me? I want Sam cuddles,” Luke put in, crossing his arms across his chest in a mock-pout.
“And none for Luke Hemmings!” Sam laughed at him, before sandwiching herself between both blondes.
The bunks weren’t slept in for the rest of the tour and monthly fort cuddles were added to the BUB Accords when they all got home.
You rolled over in bed, squinting in the grey light trying desperately to force its way through the blinds of your bedroom. Ashton’s side of the bed was cool on your fingers as you searched blindly for him. Blinking, you opened your eyes fully, it was almost midday, no wonder Ashton had already got up. You pushed the duvet off and reached for a sweatshirt that lay over the bottom of the bed.
Downstairs, Ashton lay on the sofa, flicking through channels in just a pair of tracksuits. He still had bed hair, you stood at the door of the living room admiring him for a second.
“If you’re going to stare at me, I’d rather you do it where I can stare back.” You heard the grin in his voice as you stepped forward. He lifted an arm so that you could lay beside him on the sofa. You snuggled in to him. After four years, your heart still felt like it would break out of your chest when you were near him.
“Did you have any plans today?” You asked, moving closer still into Ashton’s chest.
“Well, I was going to suggest we go up to the mountain with Bear, but the rain scuppered that. I don’t feel like getting muddy and cold so I figured I’d just chill with my hot girlfriend instead.” Ashton smirked. You pushed yourself up so that you were sat but his hand still rested on the small of your back.
“ you have another girlfriend?” Ashton rolled his eyes and swatted at your leg with his other hand. “Where is Bear anyway?” You asked, looking around for the brown mixed Australian shepherd.
“Let him out in the garden when I got up.” As Ashton explained, the dog barked from the other side of the patio doors. You grinned and stood up to let the dog in. He shook as he crossed the threshold showering both you and Ashton, you cringed at the cold water and walked the dog through to the kitchen, locking the baby gate you occasionally used to keep him in there and out of trouble. It was the first rainy day since you’d bought white furniture covers and did not want them to ruined. You questioned why you thought anything white would last around Bear anyway as you walked back to the living room. Ashton was still lying down but had found a conspiracy documentary on Netflix to watch. You kissed his forehead before heading to your office, a little cubby room off the living room, to finish formatting a blog post before you scheduled it to go up later that day. An hour later, you were done and the post was scheduled for 6pm. The rain had begun to beat down heavier while you’d been working and Ashton had even lit the fire in the living room. Bear lay at his feet now, snoring softly, until he heard your bare feet on the wooden floor. He whined as he lifted his head, alerting Ashton to your presence.
“All done, beautiful?” He asked, you nodded and crossed the room to him, picking the book you’d been reading up from the coffee table. You sat leaning against Ashton’s side, his arm securely around your shoulder, holding you close to him.
You had no idea how long you’d been sat without saying a word to each other, when your phone buzzed on the coffee table. You put your bookmark back into the pages of the book, realising that you now only had a chapter or two to go, and swapped it for the phone. Eliza, your best friend since childhood, had sent you a message.
‘Thank you for my outfit y/n, I love it.’ Shortly after the message, a picture of Eliza’s seven week old baby, Pacco, popped up on your phone.
“Babe, look,” You nudged Ashton’s side to get his attention. He smiled at the image on your screen.
“I can’t wait to see what our baby looks like,” he smiled thoughtfully. “Have I told you how beautiful you look when you hold Pacco?”
“I’m terrified that I’ll drop him. What kind of godmother would I be then?”
“Your not only going to be the best Godmother, you’re going to be the best mother too.”
You didn’t have the words to respond to Ashton so just kissed him softly before swapping the phone for your book again and leaning back once more. Half way through your last chapter, Ashton seemed to have lost interest in his tv show and began scrolling through his phone.
When you’d turned the last page of your book, you placed it beside you, too comfortable to move much more. Your mind drifted to the image of Pacco that Eliza had sent, the sight of Ashton holding him so gingerly at the hospital and again on the few times that you’d visited Eliza since they’d got home from the hospital. You couldn’t help but smile. You and Ashton had spoken about having children, but his tour schedule was always crazy and you enjoyed spending time, just the two of you. Michael, Luke and Calum were plenty for the both of you to handle for now and you’d agreed to wait a little while. It had been over a year since the subject of babies had been brought up by either of you.
Ashton shut the tv off. You turned around and looked at him but couldn’t work out his expression. He moved his arm from around you and he moved from beside you.
“Just going to go for a run to the shop, get something for dinner, anything you want?” You frowned at his sudden eagerness to go out in the now hammering rain.
“I was thinking I might have a long soak tonight, some wine would be nice?” He leant forward to kiss your head and ran up the stairs to get dressed. Bear looked at you, wondering what was going on.
“Don’t look at me,Bear, I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
In a beat, Ashton was back in the living room. He had his running shorts and trainers on with a thin jacket. He carried Bear’s lead and harness with him. Once he’d put the harness on the dog, he leant to kiss you again and promised not to be long.
While he was gone, you pulled your dark hair up into a messy bun and found your glasses. Picking up a pencil from the pot on the table you began making notes in the book you’d just finished reading to help you when it came to writing a blog post on it.
When Ashton and Bear returned forty minutes later, they were both soaked. Bear was again banished to the kitchen while he dried off and Ashton changed back into a pair of tracksuit trousers. He got straight to work in the kitchen when he came back down the stairs.
“We’re having an early dinner was all he’d say to you when you asked, before he kicked you out of the kitchen and shut the door.
The chicken was steaming as Ashton put it on the dining table, he lit the golden coloured candles and put out the bowls of vegetables. He called you in and you gasped at the sight of him sat at the table. His lips were slightly pinkened by the red wine as he smiled softly at you. As you sat, he poured you a glass of red wine and handed you the serving spoons for the veg.
“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s all this for?” You paused, looking into his eyes that were giving nothing away, “you don’t have to go away again yet, do You?” Ashton shook his head and took your hand in his.
“I was thinking, earlier on, and, now, I don’t want you to say anything until I finish.” You nod, concern clouding your eyes and worry setting into your mind. “You know I love you,”
“Ashton, what,” you interrupted but were silenced by the look in his eyes.
“Y/n, I love you, and somehow, I still love you more, every single day. I’ve got a ring on your finger,” you glanced down at your engagement ring, “and I still can’t believe I got you to say yes to that, but, I think, I mean, I hope, because I am, and I really want you to be, and...” he stopped, looking around the room for the words he’d lost. You rubbed his hand, clasped in yours with you thumb.
“Ash, babe,” you prompted.
‘I want us to start trying for a baby y/n. I think we’re ready. I think I’m ready and I don’t go on tour properly for over a year. When I do, you can come with, or I can come home for days off.” You stared at each other for a second.
“I’m going to get so fat.” You mumbled. A grin stretched across Ashton’s face.
“Is that a yes? Are we going to try for a baby?” You didn’t think Ashton’s grin could get any wider. You both tucked into your dinner without another word. After eating, Ashton gently took your hand and guided you back to the living room. You cuddled together watching the tv, slowly your eyes drifted shut and you dreamed of becoming a perfect family with the man who’s arms were wrapped around you safely, keeping you grounded.
Pairing : Ash x Plussize!Reader, Ellen, Winchesters (mentioned)
Word count : 450
Written for : @spnkinkbingo
Square : Ball slapping.
Warning : Hand cuffs, ball slapping, getting caught
SPN Kink Bingo 2019 Masterlist
“You ready?” you looked along his long and skinny torso, to where he was craning his neck to look down at you. “You sure you want to be-”
“I’m good.” he insisted, cuffs clinking against the metal frame of the cot he was on, and he smiled.
“Alright. If you insist.” you smiled, and looked down. One hand, your fingers were wrapped around the base of his balls, so they stuck out over your hand, skin stretched tight over them. Giving him another glance, your free hand gave them a little slap.
“Come on, baby, you can do better than that.” Licking your lips, the next strike was a little harder. “Oh man, that one tickled.” he chuckled, his hips giving a little wiggle. You gave him another slap like the last one, and he laughed again. “And here I thought you were some back ass chic-” The next slap to his balls cut him off and made his whole body jolt “Jesus Murphy Brown!” he shouted, cuffs clinking against the bars again, and you smiled. “Oh, you been playing with me, haven’t you?” he smiled again.
“You owe me Olive Garden after this.” You told him, giving the right side of his balls a slap that made him hiss and try pulling away on instinct.
“Oh, baby, I’ll give you Olive Garden.” he moaned, eyes shining as they watched you. “Hell, you want waffles, we’ll go to Waffle House. I’ll take you any-damn-where, long as you drive.”
“Olive.” Slap. “Garden.”
“Yeah, you’re a slut for those unlimited breadsticks, ain’t you?” That grin only faltered when you slapped the right side again, and his balls started to take on a pinker hue. “Love me a girl with an appetite.” his head dropped back down against the old flattened pillow and he had almost a dreamy smile as he looked up at the ceiling and you gave his balls another slap.
“Hey, Ash-” A voice was on the other side of the door, and before either of you could really react, the door started to open and Ellen came into view. “We’ve got-” she froze, seeing Ash naked and chained up to the old cot, and you holding his balls, hand poised to slap them again. “Winchesters…” she finished. “Uh- I’ll..” she stared for a minute. “Didn’t need to see that..” and she finally turned, walking back out quickly and slamming the door behind her.
“Should we-?” you looked to Ash.
“Na. The boys can wait, I’m almost done. You want some pasta with those breadsticks, you gotta work for it.” he teased, flexing his ass to make his hips bounce on the mattress.
“You’re crazy.” you laughed.
“I’m Ash, baby.”
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Pairings: None per se, if you squint I guess a form for Ash x Winchester Sis!Reader
Characters: Ash, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Ellen Harvelle
Summary/Request: I don’t wanna be a bother but if request are open can you do some ash and shy Winchester sis fluff? The man needs love
Warnings: None really, just some fluff I think. Do correct me if I am wrong!
Word count: 1.7K+
A/N: Finally it’s here, I am so sorry it took so long Anon, but I hope you’ll like it! The text in italics is from Sam and Dean’s POV. Please do tell me what you think of it guys! Also there might or might not be a part two, depends on how many who wants it?
Beta: @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, thank you so much girl!
You walked in the doors of the roadhouse instantly feeling uncomfortable; you weren’t exactly delighted, when there were a lot of people around you. Your eyes quickly scanned the room as your brain damned your brothers so far into hell, that they weren’t coming back anytime soon. Your eyes landed on the broad shouldered giant that was Sam and you quickly approached them.
Laying your computer on the table you started to speak. “Okay, this has got to be important or I swear to God I will kill you,” your voice was low and close to Sam’s ear. “Easy there Shorty,” he answered and chuckled. “It is kind of important. We need your help to figure out of some records on a few people,” Sam continued as he turned his head to look at you, who were now sitting on a bar chair. “Can I get you anything, honey?” Ellen’s soft voice spoke and you gave her a bright smile. “A whiskey would be great, thanks Ellen,” you said softly.
Ellen placed a glass in front of you and poured the whiskey into it. “Why did it have to be here? You know, I could have just done it from my motel room,” Sam looked at you and chuckled once again. “Well, you’re probably going to need some help, so you’re going to put your head together with Ash,” he said nodding his head towards the back of the roadhouse. Your amber eyes travelled along with his nod, and there stood a man with a flannel shirt that had its sleeves ripped off so it now was a vest. His hair was long in the back but nicely groomed in the front; his eyes scanning the pool table before he took a sip of his beer.
“Hey, Ash!” Dean yelled out from beside Sam, where he had planted himself shortly after you had arrived. Ash turned his head and quickly headed your way. He sat down beside Dean and took yet another sip of his beer. “This is Y/N; she is our sister and she can help you out,” Dean spoke in a serious tone. “Though it’ll probably be the other way around,” Sam laughed. “And sis, this is Ash,” Dean said gesturing his head to Ash. “Nice to meet you, Ash.” Your voice was almost a whisper.
“Right, we should go somewhere more quiet,” Ash said as he got up from the chair and chugged the rest of his beer down. “We can go out back, I have a room we can use,” he continued as he started walking. Dean followed him and grabbed his arm, whispering something in his ear. Whatever he said made Ash’s expression change completely into one of half fear half confusion. You downed the rest of your whiskey, feeling the familiar burning in the back of your throat and you started following Ash into the back; you reached a door with a sign, your eyes running over the text. DR. BADASS IS: IN.
You tried to stifle the laugh that still escaped your lips and Ash turned his head to look at you. “The sign?” He spoke shooting you a smirk. You looked to the ground knowing that your cheeks were bright red. “Yeah, it was kind of funny,” you said so low that he probably didn’t even hear it. “You are certainly the more welcoming Winchester, aren’t you?” Ash questioned teasingly. Your eyes stayed focused on the floor, as your shyness evolved into leaving you as a mess.
“Welcome to the party room,” Ash stated in a happy voice, his arms spread as he took a couple of spins around the room. You let out a small laugh, as your eyes landed on his computer; which brought you into a full on body laugh. “What’s so funny?” He said smiling and coming up to you. “You’re computer; that isn’t a computer Ash,” you exclaimed without even thinking. When realization hit you, you quickly tried to take it back. “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” your words came out as a mumble.
“You are also quite shy,” he stated giving you a small laugh and pushed you lightly with his hand on your shoulder. “But yes, it is a computer as matter in fact this computer can detect any paranormal activity. Plus it’s homebuilt,” he said proudly and giving you a wink. “Now sit your ass down and start working with me here.” You found a chair and put your computer on the messy table. There were beer bottles, take-out garbage and all sorts of wires and cables spread out. You tugged your head a little back and squinted your eyes, ‘How can he work in this?’.
“So what is it we have to crack into?” You questioned shyly. You weren’t usually this shy but something about this man pushed you out of your comfort zone. Yeah, sure you didn’t like crowded places but that was not because you were shy; you just simply did not like people. “It’s the FBI’s list, NASA’s list of members, pretty much anything we can find on these people.” You took a deep breath and started working your magic on the computer.
---A couple of hours later---
“Urh,” Ash grunted as he once again failed to gain access to the NASA list of employees. You had been standing behind him for awhile; watching every move he made. Every code he wrote in and every time he failed. He started coding something else and that was when it hit you what you had to do. “Ash, no, no you’re doing it wrong,” you mumbled and he didn’t seem to notice. “No, you have… you have to…-“ you stopped trying, because you didn’t have the courage to say anything. You were simply too shy to speak loud enough for him to hear you.
“Why doesn’t this work?” Ash mumbled to himself, his fingers sliding over the keyboard like it was a dance. “Ash?” You said insecurely trying to get his attention. He looked over his shoulder a surprised expression on his face. “How long have you been standing behind me?” You looked down again. “Long enough to know what you’re doing wrong,” you whispered. “You have to have the coding before the text; plus you have to gain access to their own computer system first, before you can gain access to the system with the lists,” you spoke a little louder than before; making sure he heard it.
“What?” Ash looked confused at you, like you were speaking Russian. “Let me,” you sighed and turned his computer towards you. Your eyes were fixed on the screen and you fingers glided over the keys with quick ease. “You see, you have to gain access to NASA’s own computer system, which means their computers, not just the system with the employee list; like so,” you said and you started hacking into the system; coding everything in a speed that wasn’t humanly possible.
“See, we’re in on their computers now. Then we have to start coding to get the employee list, which will take some time, if we have to find the right people, ‘cause they have a lot these lists,” you pointed to the screen and guided him through what you did. “No, it won’t take as long if we just start with gaining access to the system and then start searching for the names,” Ash interrupted you and turned the computer towards him instead, his hand brushing yours in the process.
“See,” Ash showed you what he meant and the computer started listing up the people he had searched for. “Ash, I think we’ve got them all,” you looked wide eyed at him. He gave you a laugh and raised his hand for a high-five, which you gave him while giving a victorious YES. You started laughing of Ash suddenly doing some weird dance. He stopped and looked at you with a grin yet quite serious eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” You gave him a confused look your head slightly tilting to the side.
“You said you had been standing there long enough to know what I did wrong. Why didn’t you say anything before?” He let out a small chuckle. “Umm… I just… I didn’t want to tell you that you were wrong,” you said shyly. “You really are the shy one too, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “It’s cute,” he continued causing your cheeks to burn bright red. You tugged some stray hair behind your ear and gave him a small smile.
Sam and Dean looked at their baby sister bonding with Ash. “She actually seems happy,” Sam said and looked to his brother, who stared back at him. “Yeah, I think we did more than just get the list of people we needed. But I swear to God if he as much as touches her I will kill him,” Dean said one of his hands balling up to a fist, and looked back at them with a small smile. “You think she would want to come back with us, come back and properly hunt with us again?” Dean questioned Sam. “Hmm… I don’t know, maybe she’s ready by now,” Sam answered and started walking in with Dean following right after.
“Hey you guys, figured it out yet?” Your head turned at the deep voice belonging to your brother. “Yes, yes we did; your sister is a genius! I had never figured it out without her,” Ash laughed and you blushed at his comment. “We told you it would probably more be you helping her out than her helping you out,” Dean said proudly and chuckled bumping his shoulder into yours before laying an arm around your shoulders. “She is pretty awesome our little baby sis,” he teased. All your answer was, was a hard hit to his shoulder. “Ouch!” Dean complained making you laugh.
“Honestly Ash made it easier for us to find the people we had to, I just got access that’s all,” you said politely trying to get the attention off of you. “Yeah, but without you I would still be sitting trying to get in on NASA’s systems,” Sam cocked an eyebrow, obviously impressed by you. “It was nothing really,” “Shut up, you’re awesome Y/N,” they all said in unison causing you all to blush and laugh. “You’re weird, all of you,” you grinned suddenly feeling a lot more at ease, than you had been the most of the evening.
He was leaning against the brick wall outside my apartment building. Yeah, I’d seen Him before, but I had only just gotten the courage to talk to him. I walked up to him, attempting to look as casual as I could in my nervous state.
"Aren’t you supposed to be singing with some butterflies or something?" He asked before I could even open my mouth.
"I’m not as innocent as I look," I reply, attempting to defend myself.
"Oh, really?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. He lowered his sunglasses and scanned me up and down. I suddenly felt extremely aware of my purple Toms and t-shirt printed with flower patterns.
"What’s your name?" He asked before sliding his sunglasses to their original position on his face.
"It’s Anastasia. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"What’s your name?"
"Ashton." He finally had a name. "I’ve seen you around here," he continued. "You live in that penthouse on the top floor, right?" he asked, pointing up to the top of the building.
"Um, yeah," I replied, now embarrassed. I hadn’t expected him to know that. "I’ve seen you ‘round here, too," I said, trying to keep the conversation off me. I didn’t like talking about myself, since a lot of people already thought I was stuck-up just because my parents had money. Not just some money, but enough to make people hate me before they ever even laid eyes on me.
"Oh really?" he asked, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
"Yeah, you’re here almost every day. Same spot on the same wall, same facial expression."
"Well, you’ve found my hiding spot, Sherlock." My only response was an eye roll. "You know, no one’s really paid attention to me out here before. Why you?"
"I dunno," I reply. "I guess it must be the gravitational pull of your attractiveness."
"Someone’s sarcastic today."
"I’m sarcastic all the time." At that moment, someone decided o call me, and my One Direction ringtone sang out loudly from my phone. I take it out and reject the call.
"Not as innocent as you look, eh?"
"Just because I like that band doesn’t mean I’m an innocent little butterfly." He looked back over at me and removed his sunglasses, placing them instead on top of his head.
"What?" I asked after had been staring at me for more than 5 seconds. People don’t usually give me a second glance.
"You’re not what everyone thinks you are."
"Oh?"
"I’ve heard rumors about you, you know. That you pay your teachers in exchange for good grades, that you had sex with your tutor so he would say you were doing well when you weren’t-"
"None of that is true. I’m naturally smart and I don’t have a tutor."
"So what do you do with all that money?"
“I don’t do anything with it. My parents are the ones buying everything up, I just sit around and watch Netflix in my sweats.”
"What about your friends?"
"They’re not really my friends. They’re the ones starting all those rumors about me. I hate them, really. No one wants to be a real friend to me.” He doesn’t reply, just stares for a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you listen to a sob story,” I say, looking down and scratching the back of my neck.
"Don’t be. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to have a sob story like that."
“Pretty?”
"Yeah, no one’s ever told you? Thought your ‘friends’ would be telling you every time you got upset."
"I don’t talk to them enough to hear it."
"You could talk to me."
"We are talking.”
"No, I mean like-"
"I know what you meant," I say, smiling. "I’d love to talk to you more, Ashton."
"Why don’t we talk some more at that diner down the street at 6?"
"See you at 6 then."
I walked back into the building and he put his sunglasses back over his eyes like nothing happened.
As you lay dying you hope that this is some terrible nightmare and that you'll wake up any second. You close your eyes and breathe your last breath and when you open them Jim is there wearing his trademark Westwood suit. "Hello my dear," Jim says "welcome to hell, good news I'm now in charge down here so don't worry about having to atone for all the bad things you've done. You can resume your position as my right hand woman, I've even gotten you a name tag for your desk - Mary Sebastian-Moran."
