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i’m a lil bit cute

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i thought this would b cute w signatures so

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idk where this came from but it’s a lil ashton thing about him proposing i dont think i used any pronouns but idk

The way the restaurant was lit was one of your favorite things, it was mostly candle lit, a few chandeliers dimly adding to the romantic aura. Ashton had asked called in reservations months in advance, planned the whole night out. He had you go to your regular table while he claimed to go to the restroom. He asked the host to plant the ring in your dessert when the time came.

He was antsy the whole dinner, he couldn’t stop drumming his fingers on the table or his feet on the floor. There wasn’t much talk, but that’s what you both enjoyed about these moments. These nights were some of your favorites, there weren’t people interrupting for pictures of autographs, it was just peaceful. You didn’t need to talk to communicate, the way you would occasionally tap his shin with your foot. The simple contact had him grinning ear to ear and nudging your leg back.

He kept glancing around the room, looking for the waiter to bring you your dinner. To you he seemed hungry, but the reason was simply he was eager for you to finish your dinner and move on to dessert. Few words were spoken as you both ate, questions of how the food is and then feed each other with bets of who chose the better meal. He didn’t order dessert when the time came but insisted for you to.

When the time came Ashton moved his seat closer to you, he took your free hand in his and waited for you to reach the bottom of the plate. When someone across the room screamed out, you couldn’t help but look for the source of the sound. A girl was sitting across from someone was choking on something, everyone seemed in shock at the disruption, frozen and unable to help. Ashton was the first to react, he was moving to the other side before anyone else could do anything.

Everything seemed to slow down as he made a fist and put it against her abdomen and cupped his other hand and thrusted it up. It took a few hits but soon enough she was coughing up the object stuck in her. The guy across from her was red in the face, and when she caught her breath and noticed the object that was stuck in her throat she reached forward. Ashton recognized the object to, it was the ring he had spent months looking for. The one he had asked your father and friends and even the boys about before your mother found out and insisted he takes your grandmothers ring.

He blocked out most of the conversation, and awkwardly reached out to retrieve the ring just as the man said it wasn’t his. Ashton wiped the ring off on the napkin still neatly folded on the table, “It’s actually my ring, sorry for the, uh, mix up.” Your face was beet red and everyone was watching Ashton walk to you. “The ring was supposed to be in your dessert. It’s your grandmothers, I had a speech planned out but I figure this is already a crazy enough night so I’ll cut to the chase and save the speech fr the party. Would you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

Ashton’s hands started shaking when you didn’t say anything immediately, every second that passed he got more antsy. You didn’t mean not to reply,you were just so caught up in the way he looked in the lighting and the shadows that were casting along his cheeks from his eyelashes. Your mind rewound through all the big moments leading up to this moment. You nodded before you voiced your response, “Yeah, yeah. Yes of course. Just uh, can you wash the ring, please? Before it’s on my finger for the rest of my life?”

It was at that point that he started laughing, “That’s my girl, yeah, we’ll go home and clean it.”

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here is some single daddy!ashton for u guys it was an accident i promise and it ended up way longer than i though it was only supposed to be like two hundred but its like 1.6k wow

Ashton not knowing how to do his little girl, Makena’s hair would be a big problem. He would try to look up tutorials to put her hair in a braid or in nice pigtails but he could never do it right. Everything about it was so complicated and he didn’t know how to tie a bow right or braid hair. He would do his best to make sure her hair was at least brushed before they left for school and sometimes he would put it in a high pony but that was all he knew how to do. After a mishap at the grocery store, one of those tiny rubber hair ties would get it stuck in Makena’s hair.

Ashton had no clue what to do and neither did any of the other boys and YouTube just made it worse until his daughter was crying because he broke her hair. As a last resort he knocked on his next door neighbors apartment door. That was how he officially met you other than side glances getting mail or being in the elevator together. He would be asking for help- nearly begging, when you let him inside and assessed the problem. His little girl was standing behind him with tears streaming down her face and a seemingly permanent frown. The rubber tie came out of the hair fairly quickly and then she would ask you fro more help and braid her hair, this time using regular ties. Ashton would end up thanking you to much and promising if you ever needed anything he would be eager to help out any way he could.

After that morning Makena would sneak out while he was making her pancakes and ask you to do something different with her hair each morning. When she walked in on you painting you own nails he would ask you to do hers in the same color. You eventually started finding different hair ribbons in your apartment from when she would bring multiple over and ask you what color fits her outfit best and then to tie it at the end of her braid or the top of her pony tail in a tight bow.

She would brag to her daddy about how you painted her nails the same color as yours and then she would get the idea that you should paint Ashton’s to match also. When he refused saying he didn’t think it was for him Makena pouted until he gave in and Makena raced to you apartment and asked you to do his own. Every other week after that he would find himself seated at your dining table with you painting all of their nails. His little girl would paint yours occasionally and even though it was messy she was gleaming the entire time and afterwards would claim how good of a job she did.

Following that whenever the pair went grocery shopping Ashton would find himself in the nail aisle with Makena requesting that they buy you a new color as repayment. Every other week Makena would be studying each color and deciding if it was too similar to the one that they used a few weeks back until she found the right one. Ashton hated when it was a glitter one because they were extra hard to get off but you loved that they would stay on more. Every time he was sitting at yur dining table he would apologize for being a burden and you would brush him off each time he did.

It wasn’t until almost a year after the hair catastrophe that Makena turned six and you were insisting that she had to have a birthday party and invite all of her new friends from school over. Ashton spent the whole weekend cleaning up his apartment so that the party could happen and you occupied Makena by teaching her how to braid your hair. It was a good thing you weren’t tender headed. Ashton bought her a cake and had Makena hand out invitations to everyone in class. Her whole class didn’t show, a lot of the boys didn’t go because of the tea party theme but a few were made to by their mothers or fathers.

For the first time in what felt like years, Ashton was relaxed and wasn’t freaking out over if there would be people at her party her age or if there would be too much cake left over. His little girl blew out her candles with a wish Ashton never thought she would be wishing. The week following the party, he was once again in the nail art aisle helping Makena look at the new shades when she grabbed one from the bottom shelf and tugged on his shirt enough to get his attention. He froze up when he heard the words come out of her mouth, her voice barely above a whisper as she help the bottle up for him.

“Can you buy mommy this new nail polish- it has dolphin sparkles? She likes them.” and he wouldn’t know what to say because he’s never heard her call anyone mommy because she never had one to call. Of course she would occasionally ask Ashton the obvious question of ‘where mommy was’ but that was the only time he could ever remember her saying that. He would end up not replying because what can he say when Makena calls someone ‘mommy’ for the first time?

Ashton would be snapped out of his trance when Makena tugged on his shirt sleeve and shook the nail polish at him. He would lift her into the basket and kiss her temple and tell her, “Anything you want buttercup.” He could hardly stand being there with all the thoughts running through his head but Makena would insist that they were out of his juice and couldn’t leave until they had it.

After Makena fell asleep Ashton went across the hall and the second you answered the door he would be inside and kissing you. It wasn’t even planned, he was going to tell you what she had said but the moment you opened the door his plan was out the window and he couldn’t stop himself.

When you finally broke apart he would almost be panting and his lips still brushing yours as he spoke, “I- I um, I’m sorry. I don’t usually kiss girls because I don’t want to get too close with someone and my baby getting too attached and then being upset when things don’t work out.” After he back away enough so he wasn’t about to kiss you, he’d continue, “Today at the store, she called you mommy and I didn’t know what to do or what to say because she’s never called anyone that and I just- I didn’t know what to do.”

You could tell in his eyes he really had no clue what his daughter was going through and what a mother daughter bond was, but you and Makena had it, and he didn’t know how to feel about the growing bond. Of course it wasn’t a bad feeling. It was just something he felt in his head and heart and chest. It was something new and he wasn’t used to new things.

It was silent for a few minutes before you responded, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved closer to him, “I’m okay with her calling me that, as long as you are.” You were almost as close as you were when you kissed, you could smell the mint on his breath and feel the water vapor settling on your skin.

The space was closed once again when he kissed you for the second time. His mumble of, “I’m more than okay with that.” was barely heard as he pushed you back until you were sandwiched between him and the wall.

After a few more minutes of kissing Ashton would pull away and invite you to dinner with him. It wasn’t the first tie you would be eating together, but it would be the first time you ate as something more than friends. Ashton was going to cook for you, to surprise you buy he also wanted you there to keep him company while Makena napped.

The surprise was ruined when you heard something shatter and raced into the kitchen to find Ashton surrounded by tiny pieces of glass and sauce. “Don’t move, where do you keep the broom and dustpan?” Once he pointed to the closet you wet to picking up the bigger pieces and throwing them away before using the dustpan to scrape it away from Ashton’s feet. It took a few minutes more to get all the glass you could up and into the trash. He moved the second he could and started helping too by wiping the floor off with an old sponge and getting any small pieces you missed into the trash.

Ashton’s voice broke the silence as he dropped tiny shards of glass onto a tray, “I kinda messed dinner up. I can cook something else but it’ll-”

“Hey, Ash, it’s okay we can just order pizza and you can cook another night, okay?” You rested your hand on his shoulder and waited until he nodded to grab your phone and call the pizza place down the road from your apartment. You knew what both him and Makena liked from the restaurant and ordered what you usually did.

Makena woke up from her nap minutes after the pizza arrived and when she saw you and Ashton cuddled up on the sofa she couldn’t help but smile because her birthday wish had come true. She got the mommy that she had dreamed of for the past year.

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this is soso so late i think but i got an idea for @felicityash and @calgasms pregnancy/daddy blurb night !! it also may have some fire fighter!calum and also be inspired by the jonas brothers show

Every night, Calum would come home in a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. He would kick his shoes off by the door and kick them next to the side table. even though he had done so at the department,he would follow his usual routine of taking a shower. Dinner would be ready when he got out and on his way into the kitchen to eat he would grab two beers from the fridge, pop the cap off on the counter and kiss you on the forehead. Tonight would be different though, Calum wouldn’t shower or open any beers or kiss you on the forehead because he wasn’t going to be there.

You knew he wouldn’t, you called the station minutes after he hadn’t arrived home and they confirmed your suspicions; there was another big fire that would probably take all night to put out. What you weren’t expecting was for Calum to  not return until the next afternoon, soot and ash smudged against his skin and a tired look on his face. You instantly started running him a bath. You lit the candles scattered around your bathroom and made sure to drop in a bath bomb. Calum was still standing in the living room when you returned from the bathroom.

His shoes were kicked off his feet and you knew he wasn’t going to touch the couches to avoid getting them stained. He didn’t say anything as you pulled him into the bathroom and undressed him, the silence continued until he was in the bath and you were walking out of the room. “Could you stay? And get in?” Calum’s voice was soft as he reached his arm out and he pulled you into him after you undressed.

His arms were wrapped tight around you as he let his head rest against your shoulder. He was completely at peace when during moments like this. They didn’t come too often; you going to college and him fighting fires and training didn’t leave as much time as either of you would like. Nights like last night scared you both, thinking you may not see the other if he couldn’t get someone out of a fire or if it got too out of control.

Once the water started getting too cold for comfort, you pulled the drain. Neither of you made any move to get out until you sat up to pull to shower door shut and turn the shower on. “I guess we should get you cleaned up, yeah?”

Calum gave no vocal response but the slight smile on his lips was enough for you to pull down the shower head and move to sit behind him. You took your time washing his back and massaging his shoulders before moving onto his hair. It was getting long and you knew he would be cutting it off soon. You spent time tangling your fingers into his curls and scratching his scalp just the slightest bit. His head would fall back when you told him it’s time to rinse and with one hand you would hold the shower head, and the other was put to use combing the bubbles out of his hair.

Calum would hand you the conditioner when you asked for it and lean into you while you played with the curls you weren’t used to running your hands through. After spending the same amount of time on the rest of him, he would wash you off and wrap each other in the fuzzy towels. You immediately go towards the kitchen after pulling on one of Calum’s shirts and start dinner. It was early but you knew he would want to eat as soon as possible and then sleep for as long as possible, all with you by his side.

When you called him for dinner and he didn’t come running, you went to look for him. He wasn’t in the living room or your bedroom. The only place left would be the bathroom. Calum was sitting on the floor, staring at the pale stick on the floor. His legs were spread out and the test was between them, the bright pink lines too obvious against the white. “I guess the cats out of the bag?” He looked at you when you spoke and you could see how his eyes were glossed over.

“You’re pregnant? With a baby? With our baby?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper as he stood up. You nodded slowly, afraid of how he would react. He moved before you could say anything else and his arms were almost crushing you before he stopped and dropped to his knees. “Hi baby, it’s your daddy. You don’t even here me because you don’t have ears, but it’s me and I’m excited to have you buddy.” He looked up at you this time, “So, so excited.”

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i did this awhile ago but reblog this and ill write ur url somewhere on my wall !!! bonus points if u add a note

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award, you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out! <3

THIS IS So CUTE IM

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