10, 25, and 41 from fluff with ashton or calum pleeeease 🥺
10.“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”
25. “Your hair is really soft.”
41. “You are crushing me right now.”
i kinda ran away with this i’m sorry sdgyauhdas
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Ever since Ashton and you had become friends, it had turned into a tradition that every Friday night that he was home, he would come over and have a movie night with you, and typically slept over. He told you that Friday was your night because “You know... Saturday’s are for the boys.”
It became such a ritual, that you gave him the spare key to your apartment so he could just let himself in whenever he decided to grace you with his presence that evening - or whenever the mood struck to come by and see you.
Your Friday hadn’t started off too great; for some reason, your alarm didn’t go off, making you late for work which is something that was very uncommon for you. Next, when you went to leave work you noticed your tire was flat, assuming the construction you had to drive through had something to do with it, so you called AAA to come and at least put your spare tire on until you could get it fixed.
By the time you got home, Ashton was already there. Or, you assumed he was already there because you met a delivery driver in your lobby, and the two of you ended up at the door to your apartment, laughing at the coincidence. You paid the delivery driver and brought the food into your apartment, setting the food down on the kitchen counter and heading into your room where Ashton was laid in your bed.
Without another word, you crawled onto your bed and laid on top of him, resting your head against his chest.
“Bad day?” He asked with a laugh, running his fingers through your hair.
“It felt like it was ten years long,” You mumbled into his chest. “Whatever you ordered us smells good.”
“Who said I ordered you any?”
“If you value having kids some day, I’d place my bets that you did,” You lifted your head, narrowing your eyes at him.
Ashton’s chuckle in response didn’t help your grumpy mood, but it didn’t hurt it either. Rolling you both over so now he was laying on top of you, you let out a soft ‘oof’, huffing when he placed a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m not moving until you stop being grumpy.”
“The more hungry I get, the more grumpy I’ll be - How long have we known each other again? Also, you’re crushing me.” You whined, attempting to push him off of you.
Ashton let you struggle against him for another minute before he rolled off of you, and got off the bed, “Okay well, lets go eat, and then you can shower and maybe wash the day off, yeah? Can’t have you raining on our Legally Blonde marathon.”
Your eyes lit up at the mention of Legally Blonde, completely forgetting that the two of you discussed watching the two movies that night. Getting off the bed, you trailed behind Ashton into the kitchen where he unloaded the take-out, grabbing you both forks so you could head to the couch and dive in.
Once you had finished eating, Ashton shooed you away to go have a shower, tossing the hoodie he had been wearing your way so you could cozy up in it afterwards. He was right about needing to wash the day off; as soon as the hot water hit you, you felt instantly relaxed - probably able to fall asleep in the shower if you stayed there too much longer.
The smell of Ashton’s hoodie overwhelming your senses as you slid it on, further aiding in relaxing you. His hoodies were always the most comfortable, if only for the reason that they smelled like him.
When you walked back out to the living room, Ashton had made two cups of hot chocolate, and you noticed a couple pillows on the floor.
“Why are there pillows on the floor?”
“You’ll see, sit down,” Ashton demanded, and you frowned, but complied with his request.
It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable sitting on the floor, but you enjoyed draping your legs over Ashton, because on occasion he would massage your calves. You were shimmying trying to get comfortable when you heard Ashton give an impatient sigh behind you.
“Stop moving and let me braid your hair,” He said finally, placing his hands on your head to get you to stop moving, leading you to let out a soft ‘oh’ of realization.
Ashton combed his fingers through your hair, sectioning it so he could french braid it.
“Where did you learn to do this?” You asked as he was midway through the braid.
“I asked Sierra to teach me on the last tour, seems like a slightly useful skill to have. If I ever have a daughter, or just wanna annoy Luke and start braiding his hair.”
Your heart melted when he talked about maybe one day having a daughter, and the simple fact that he wanted to learn something that could come in handy for her one day. Once he finished the braid, he moved so that you could sit up on the couch; but instead of you laying your feet across his lap, he laid his head in your lap.
“I missed you this week,” He said softly, leaning over to grab the remote so he could search for Legally Blonde, “I was so busy and hardly got to talk to you. It was weird.”
“I missed you too. I could have texted you more probably, but I knew you were busy and didn’t wanna bug you,” You replied, beginning to run your fingers through his hair. “Your hair is so soft. Did you buy that conditioner I recommended?”
Ashton laughed at the added comment, nodding his head, “I did, yeah. Good to know it’s working.” He turned to look up at you, a small smile on his lips, and the TV giving you the softest glimpse of his hazel eyes, “You never bug me. I always wanna talk to you, okay?”
“Okay.”
With that, the rest of the movie night was spent tossing quotes from the movie back and forth, eventually you both passing out on the couch in the position you were sitting in.
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