27 any ship u like :)
Kiss as a suggestion. I’m gonna have to pick ashbella since someone in this cruel world needs to write for them 😵💫
“No nononoNO NO-! Shit!” Isabella cried.
“YES! Fuck yeah! Oh, the taste of victory has never felt so sweet!” Ashton exclaimed with a shit-eating grin and a little pump of his fist. The Mario Kart victory music rang cruelly in the background as the small screen focused on Waluigi rejoicing his win on his wimpy motorcycle. Meanwhile, Yoshi followed behind him, hanging his cute green head in defeat. The final results showed that Ashton won the Grand Prix, with Isabella in second place losing by just 5 points.
Isabella set her wii remote down and shot her boyfriend a dirty glare. “Oh shut it Ash! I would’ve won if you hadn’t gotten me with your strategically placed bananas! Which, by the way, is really stupid and all it tells me is that you’re a try-hard!”
Ashton stretched his arms over his head and eased into his seat on the bed with a smirk. “Tell that to my trophy, Yoshi.” He stuck his tongue out for emphasis, to which Isabella scoffed and crossed her arms.
“Has anyone ever told you what a smug asshole you are when you win?”
Ashton leaned closer to his girlfriend. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re such a sore loser? It’s not very sportsmanlike behavior, you know.” He snuck his fingers around Isabella’s waist and poked her stomach. Isabella couldn’t keep up her faux anger any longer, letting out a high giggle as Ash pulled her closer and started to tickle her.
“Aah-! Wait, wait-!” Isabella tried to protest, but her increased laughter only seemed to encourage Ash’s mischief. The two of them wiggled around until they fell back on the bed, both laughing and panting.
Ashton lay above his girlfriend, pausing his antics briefly to catch his breath. Isabella took advantage of the break to grab Ash and flip their positions. Now Isabella hovered over Ash, straddling his thighs and pinning his wrists to the bed to keep him steady. Isabella chuckled smugly at her victory.
“HA! I got you now Ashton Frey! That ought to shut you up now!”
Isabella continued to laugh just to rub it in, until she got a good look at the man underneath her and felt herself involuntarily stop.
Ashton was no longer laughing, nor smiling. Instead he averted his gaze, breathing heavily as a deep blush slowly crept up his face. Isabella didn’t even realize just how suggestive this position was until it was too late. Part of her wanted to get up, apologize for crossing this boundary that they haven’t exactly talked about before, but she was awestruck by just how pretty her boyfriend looked like this. She felt her own face heat up as butterflies rose in her stomach.
Just as Isabella loosened her grip on Ash’s wrists, apologies on the tip of her tongue, a panic look flashed his features.
“No! Wait, don’t get up, uh, I a-actually really like, uhh…god, shit, shit-” Ashton’s eyes seemed to be all over the place, looking everywhere except his girlfriend’s face. He cleared his throat awkwardly and continued.
“I’m sorry, uhh, let’s just-” Ashton choked out a weak laugh that sounded like a kicked puppy. “Let’s just…forget this ever happened and I’ll just, seemyselfoutokay byee-”
Just as he started to lean up to bail, Isabella pushed him back down with a light shove to his chest. He looked back at her, surprised, and she tried to hold his gaze without stumbling too much.
“Can I…k-kiss you?” Isabella whispered shakily. She felt like boiling lava about to burst, but she stayed firm.
Without speaking, Ashton slowly let his hands unsteadily graze Isabella’s thighs, keeping her in place.
I want you to stay with me
Taking this as her cue, Isabella leaned down and planted a kiss on Ash’s lips. Slow, awkward, unsure at first, then more kisses, hot, deep, passionate.
Lots of unspoken words that night, but through all the soft gasps, light chuckles, shaky moans, and firm touches, one phrase stayed clear:
I love you















