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Kandyse McClure is soooo gorgeous and genuinely a very good actress so why has she been stuck on only the most garbagey of projects since Battlestar Galactica

#granted! some of the garbagey things I’ve loved such as Hemlock Grove #but garbage nonetheless

Hey Suka!!! bc I'm an absolutely slut for the whole best friends get together thing can you pls write “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.” with Ash please?? (also bless all your writing you are hella talented)

you’ve come to the right place. let’s be sluts together.

You were one of the lucky ones. A share house was not in everybody’s favour, especially at this young, ripe age. And most of the girls you met who come and went in your life for the past year and a half all seemed to be stuck with roommates they could not stand for the life of them. You’d seen so many fights and dramatic exit scenes in your building alone because of roommates who just did not get along that you found it hard to believe that you managed to land not just the best roommate in Ashton Irwin, but also you best friend.

You two were essentially joint at the hip and had been for nearly 2 years. When you moved, he moved. You had silent routines that neither of you were even aware of; like the way he knew it was time to stop editing his work at because you were on your last mouthful of coffee for the night before you wandered off to bed - still tired, mind you - which meant it was nearly midnight (he never knew the exact time since he never had a watch on) and he needed to be up in the morning when he woke to the sound of you in the shower because you’d have just gotten home from your 7am jog around town. Or the way you knew what nights were the right ones to order in for dinner because he was chewing on his pencil which meant he’d forgotten that his pen was stuck into the bun at the back of his head that was actually falling out because it was clear he’d been running his fingers through the blonde locks all day because this design was due in a matter of hours and he wasn’t even close to finished.

And that’s all it ever seemed to be until it came to one of those nights that were just still. You weren’t drinking your coffees, and he wasn’t sketching out story boards and instead the TV was on and you were eating pasta that you’d cooked and drinking beers he bought and you were both laughing and talking shit because that’s what you did on a still night.

When the ad break flickered on after you’d both finished eating, you stood to take your plates to the kitchen and get more drinks while Ashton watched very intently. He looked like he was thinking very deeply about something, and it made you laugh.

“Stop making that face.” You called over to him cheekily as you ran the water in the sink. “You’re thinking and that’s dangerous.”

“Oh, ha ha, Y/N, very original.” He drawled out, slightly bitter but still with the ghost of a smile twitching on his lips as he followed you into the kitchen with your empty beers.

“Whatever.” You giggled as you soaped up the boiling water in the sink. “What are you thinking so hard about? You look like you’re trying to give yourself a haemorrhage.” Ashton flipped you off while you smirked to yourself before he sat himself up on the counter next to the sink where you stood scrubbing off a pot while he continued to just stare at you. “Seriously, Ashton, what?”

“Nothing serious, don’t worry.” He assured you casually. “It’s just…” You looked up to meet hazel eyes and while you expected to find the boy concerned (considering his tone of voice and previous facial expressions), he looked more curious than ever. “I had this dream where you kissed me. And I kind of want to try it… like, now.”

You weren’t sure what shocked you more, the dream or the fact that he was actually asking to kiss you for real.

“Wait… what?” Your cheeks were flaming, your eyes wide and your shirt soaking wet already from where you’d dropped the pot into the sink for the water to splash back at you.

“I mean, only if you want!” Ashton said quickly to clarify, his cheeks staining a vague pink too when you looked up to see if he was being serious - which, naturally, he was. “I just. You and I are so close and, well, the dream kind of just…” Ashton trail off the sentence, his eyes never looking away from you and his presence not feeling awkward even for a little bit. He didn’t look ashamed as he started to chuckle, and he didn’t seem to regret blurting it out the way he did either. “If you don’t want to kiss me it’s okay.” He laughed. “It’s a weird offer, I guess.”

You bit down on your lip as you continued to just not say anything, thinking and mulling over what exactly was happening here. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about kissing Ashton, even just once. But you always got distracted or something came up and the thought was never around long enough to create a temptation. This was a line that hadn’t even been discussed with you two yet, but in a way this random moment in time made you feel kind of comforted since it was very clear you were not the only one to have these kind of feelings in the back of your head.

Ashton didn’t really wait for you to make up your mind. And you didn’t really care, you just watched with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as the older boy leaned down slowly toward you, right hand reaching between you to cradle your face and lightly caress your cheek with his thumb before it pulled at your chin gently to pull your lip out of your mouth and trace the plump curve with a feather soft touch.

His nose brushed against yours for a moment before his thumb moved to make way for his lips that were warm and soft and a little wet from where he’d obviously licked them just seconds before this moment. And you couldn’t help your eyes fluttering shut as your mouth moulded to his. You stopped thinking for a moment and just ind of sighed into his mouth as you sidestepped to stand between his legs so his hands to grab your waist and pull you closer. You didn’t even notice that you were the first to take your tongue and lick his lip for entrance; which, of course, you were granted to which you proceeded to lightly touch your tongue to his which made him giggle and pull away and rest his forehead against yours. Your eyes stayed closed because your cheeks were still burning red and you were a little afraid to open them.

“Did that help with whatever you were trying to figure out?” You somewhat panted out. You felt him nod and that’s when you let ourself open your eyes and look up at him through your lashes.

“That was exactly how I thought it might be.” He whispered. “Perfect.”

i feel like this kinda sucked but it came from here so send away if you want one!!!!