#officalumhood

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The 15 things that make me happy tag

I was tagged by the rad, amazing, great, fabulous patrick-stumps

1. Music

2.Reading

3. sleeping in

4.Writing

5. singing

6. My friends

7.Food

8. Ice cream ( it is awesome so i put it as its own number) 

9. Tumblr

10. My rad mutuals that i love

11. long warm showers

12. BANDS

13.Pandas

14. Feeling included and loved

15. traveling

i tag:

Hannah  Jenna  Kaitlin Ria Shannon Lupita 

[just-a-reject]

yoo i'm personality type isfj !!

RIA!

ship: Mikey (I shit you not this is legit not just a Ria-Mikey OTP)

personality reason: you have a rare personality that is both based on feeling and analytical skills. you need someone like Michael to be just as kind and gentle as you are. you're sometimes overwhelmed by how cruel the world can be and are often taken advantage of by others. although you stand by your values, you often need someone to stand with you, and Michael's undying loyalty and respect for you will put you at ease. although you like procrastinating in bed as much as anyone else, you often are the one to get Mikey up and out the door or to go on an exciting date. your balanced personality and altruistic nature will wrap Mikey around your finger and he'll want to take you everywhere and show you off even though you're a bit shy with fans and paparazzi. but you'd be the quiet ship that everyone just sort of accepts because how could they not like how happy you make him? 

horoscope reason: 

I hope you like this!

WANT THIS?

[just-a-reject]

I got tagged by its-gotta-be-you

Rule 1: Always post the rules.

Rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones.

Rule 3: tag 11 people then link them in the post.

Rule 4: tell them you tagged them


MY QUESTIONS:


1. What is your biggest ambition?

To change the world. 

2. What is your favorite book and why?

Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver. It's about a girl who gets to relive the day she dies until she gets it right and it's very truthful and doesn't sugar coat anything. It's just a really raw idea of making the right choices

3. Are you a clean person or a messy person?

I tend to be messy but I do love things to be clean and organized

4. What if your favorite time of day and why?

I'm like an afternoon person? Like 2 pm? But I also like being up at sunrise

5. Do you like school?

I like learning. I hated high school.

6. What is the key to your happiness?

friends, deep conversations, the beach, smoothies

7. What was your best vacation?

in 2011 i went to Turks and Caicos with my family and it was just a really great time in my life

8. Tell me the best joke you know

ORANGE YOU GLAD I DIDN'T SAY BANANA? i'm not very funny....

9.  What does the outfit that makes you most confident look like?

either a belted navy dress or a floral sundress with brown sandal wedges

10. Would you want to be famous/what for?

i would love to be in a pop-punk or alt-rock band but i can only sorta sing and yeah.... i'm aiming for the Noble Peace Prize instead

QUESTIONS FOR OTHER PEOPLE

1. If you could do something illegal and get away with it what would you do?

2. Would you ever want to dye your hair? What color?

3. Is there a song that always makes you cry? Is there one that always makes you happy?

4. Jump on a plane right now. Where would you go?

5. Would you skydive if you had the opportunity to?

6. Do you believe in soulmates?

7. Would you rather go to a fancy ball or a raging house party?

8. Why did you make your tumblr and did it turn out how you expected?

9. Favorite season/month and why.

10. If you could meet any celebrity who would it be?

11. Favorite or funniest childhood memory?

I tag to-eliminate-the-impossible, heyitschristina, bitchin-af, arctic-kangaroos, officalumhood, hemmoan, dontwannasaygoodbye, somebodyrearrangeme, beneath-the-starlight, lovelycover-t, the-man-and-the-mouse, its-gotta-be-you (bonus cause she tagged me but Megan can do whatever she wants)

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Ria kinda intimidates me a lil but. Like she's always so nice and she's always talking about working out and she has like a million posts and a million followers and NOW we find out she's basically a southern belle what doesn't she do I'm really slightly in love slash scared of her

omg ria is my sweet lil baby you don't need to be intimidated by her i love ria so so so much and shes v cute and sweet and her writing is a+ i love ria a lot

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Technicolor - Epilogue

hope you enjoy it! technicolor was a lot of fun to write, im a little sad its over. send feedback!

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There were only a few words that were foreign concepts to the Irwin household, which was considering the amount of intelligent children living in it. All five of them, ranging from unborn up to seventeen, didn’t seem to grasp the concept of “quiet”; which is exactly why it was strange for the large house to be that quiet for a Saturday morning.

“Just enjoy it,” Ashton’s low rumble of a voice vibrated against the crook of her neck, his hot breath tickling her collarbones, just above the dip of her tank top. Feeling her sigh softly, he added, “Maybe they’re still asleep.”

“You know they’re not asleep, Ash.” Daisy sighed softly, lolling her head to the side to sneak a look at the all too-bright alarm clock on the beside table.

“Can we pretend they’re asleep?” he suggested sheepishly, threading his long arms around her waist, making Daisy turn her head again, looking at him. Over the years, he’d changed quite a bit, physically. His curls had tamed out a bit, settling on soft waves, unless he decided not to brush it. He was a lot scruffier than he’d been when they’d met, and his face was more gaunt, but his eyes were the same cloudy hazel that they’d always been.

“No,” Daisy mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before peeling his arms off of her to sit up. “Because if I know them, they’re doing something stupid and reckless.”

“Like making us breakfast,” Ashton sighed out, rolling flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “They’re almost as bad at it as I am.”

“You’re awful at making breakfast.” Daisy let out a breathy laugh, a grin tugging at her lips.

Ashton grinned, propping himself up on his forearms first, then moved into a full sitting position.

“Where’s Quinn when you need her, right?” he teased, pressing soft kisses on her shoulder, avoiding the tank top straps.

“Which reminds me,” Daisy leaned into him a little, allowing her eyes to slip shut for just a few seconds. “Family dinner tomorrow night with the boys.”

Ashton made a low grunt of agreement, reaching up to shove his sleep hair out of his face. “It’s not family dinner without Luke.” He mumbled after a few moments of silence. Daisy reached a hand out and rubbed his shoulder, sliding it down his arm until it rested over his own large one.

“Christmas in New York is nice,” Daisy told him softly, slipping her fingers in between the empty spaces of his. “Or, so he says.”

“You know he’d say anything to keep us happy,” Ashton grumped, a deep frown setting the creases in his face, his dimples popping. All Daisy could do was let herself lean just a little bit more into his side, just to feel his tense body relax a little. “Ever since-”

“But that’s over,” Daisy said, just a little firmly. “He’s in New York and he’s happy, Ash. And as long as he comes every other Christmas for the kids, we won’t give him any shit.”

A loud gasp suddenly came from outside the closed bedroom door; both heads snapped to the door. It was impossible not to hear the ‘whisper’ of a small child, even with the large, heavy door in between them. “Mommy said a bad word,” the small voice said too loudly. Another voice’s loud “shhh!” came not long after, and then came the silence, again.

“That’s where they are,” Ashton groaned softly into Daisy’s ear, slipping his hands around her to rest on her belly.  “Naughty kids.”

“No, not our kids,” Daisy said loudly, knowing that the two outside were listening intently. “Thomas and Jess are good kids. They know they’re supposed to do their chores and then watch cartoons until mommy and daddy leave their room. They certainly wouldn’t eavesdrop in on adult conversations, because they know they would so be grounded for that.”

The echo of bare feet running down the un-carpeted, wooden floors and down the steps rang clear. Along with it came the soft bickering of the perpetrators.

"Now, what are the other three up to?" Daisy mumbled, rubbing her face. They were like stray cats, the way they all just kind of came to them.

They’d only planned on having one kid- Daisy didn’t want a huge family, and despite Ashton wanting a big family farm, she respected that. So, when Daisy got pregnant, it was exciting and incredible for the both of them. Shortly after Jack was born, they got a letter addressed to the old owners of the house, who had been into helping out at the foster homes. They’d talked about it when they returned the letter, and Ashton was sold; he wanted to adopt.

He’d pulled the “I’m blind, just do this for me” card a few times, but Daisy didn’t really mind any of it. Though she wouldn’t admit it, she was just as excited when they got Hazel as he was.

After Jack and Hazel came along, another opportunity arose. With Jack at sixteen and Hazel at fifteen and a half, begging for another child in the house, it was hard to turn down the pair of toddlers that’d come out of a rough home. Thus, Thomas and Jessica entered the Irwin family.

It was only recent that Daisy and Ashton had decided to try for another themselves, which was a cool factor for the kids all in itself (not to mention the fact that more than once, Daisy had woken up to Ashton talking to her belly in soft voices).

"Probably cooking breakfast," Ashton teased lightly, tracing soft patterns on Daisy’s stomach.

"You’re not funny," Daisy grinned, squeezing his hand once more before getting up, sliding off the bed. "You good?"

"You know, the benefit of living in the same house for 17 years is your blind husband knows his way around by himself."

"Only after running into walls and falling down steps." Daisy held back a little laugh and Ashton’s cheeks flushed pale pink.

"To quote your best friend, ‘everybody makes mistakes- everybody has those days’." he half sang, sliding himself off the bed, the  heading for the door with his hand held out slightly.

Daisy smiled a littleed over to take his hand and open the door. “Hannah Montana’s best friend is Lily, not Daisy. Nice try.”

"Same thing," he smirked, then leaned down, puckering his lips a little. Daisy giggled- even after all these years, kissing Ashton was still one of her favorite things to do.

"That’s disgusting," came the deep, familiar voice carrying through the open door. "You’ve got kids, you know."

Ashton broke away near immediately, eyes wide. “Cal? You’re-“

"Here?" Calum said, poking his head out from behind the wall, then moved to stand in the doorway. "Hazel called, said something about you guys moving up the dinn-“

Before he even had another chance to finish his sentence, Calum was stumbling back into the hallway wall, the force of Ashton’s body shoving him against it- his muscled arms were wrapped tightly around him, making it almost hard for Calum to breathe.

"You giant asshole," Ashton growled, pulling him further into the tight embrace. "You didn’t even call to say you were coming."

Calum let out a breathy laugh, returning the hug, and pat his shoulder comfortingly. “Brought the kid, too.” he told them, which made Ashton break off immediately.

"Is he downstairs? Is Lucy here?" he asked in an almost demanding tone, which only made Calum grin and beam with pride. He’d only gotten married a few years back, but just within that short time, he’d decided that it really was time for him to settle down and start a family.

"Yeah," he said, nudging Ashton’s shoulder. "Lu’s probably in the kitchen with Quinn."

"Quinn’s here, too?!" Daisy gasped, lurching forward and out of the bedroom. "Is Michael-?"

"He’s playing a video game with Jack in the living room," Calum’s grin didn’t deflate in any way- it seemed it only got brighter. "Good to see you too, Dais. You’re glowing."

"Give me a hug, you dick." Daisy grinned, taking a few more steps to wrap her arms around his waist, snickering as he tried not to hug too tight, as if squishing her stomach would hurt.

“Ow, all the names today!” Calum said with a tone of mock hurt before pulling away and kissing Daisy’s cheek. “Seriously, though, the baby glow is like a fucking lightbulb.”

"Shut up," Daisy grinned, walking to the steps

where Ashton was hanging on to the railing, guiding himself down. “Did Quinn bring Kayleigh?”

"Would Michael really let his fifteen year old stay at home alone?" Calum snorted, following behind them on the steps. "Especially now that she’s got a boyfriend."

"Jesus," Ashton gasped, making it to the bottom of the steps. "I remember when she got into Mikey’s boxes of hair dye and dyed her skin."

"It stayed for 2 months," Calum said solemnly, getting off the bottom step with a slight bounce. "That was great."

"That was awful," Daisy groaned, sliding her hand away from Ashton’s, not noticing him wandering off. "Jack thought it was a great idea to try to bleach his hair after that."

"Hey, not my kid’s fault," came Michael’s voice to the left. He materialized in front of them, a cheeky smile lighting up his face. "So glad Jack called- Quinn was ready to pee herself she was so excited.”

“Peeing is a hard thing not to do when your pregnant,” Daisy huffed, snaking her arms around him, giving him a good squeeze. “Cut her some slack.”

"Yeah, Michael, cut me some slack," Quinn whined. She had her arm looped through Ashton’s and she was smiling big, bundled up in what looked like one of Michael’s sweaters and a festive scarf. Her baby glow was even worse than Daisy’s.

"Come here," Ashton tugged Michael in for a hug while Calum squeezed Quinn lightly. They passed each other around, until Lucy poked her head out of the kitchen, grinning.

"Cal? Aiden wants you, babe," she said, rocking the fussing baby in her arms. Daisy still couldn’t get over how incredibly beautiful Lucy was. She was right up there with Quinn- beautiful in that classic way, but something about her reminded Daisy so much of Tatum (who was also incredibly beautiful).

The way Calum looked at her could’ve been the basis for 18 different romance novels- full of unbearable love and just so much pure, untainted joy that it physically pained everyone around them, in the best ways possible.

"We’re still having girls night soon, right?" Daisy smiled into Quinn’s shoulder, listening as Calum and Michael made faces at baby Aiden to make him giggle.

"Really, really soon," Quinn nodded, then let out a soft sigh. "Thanks for hosting Christmas this year, by the way."

"You know we’re up for whatever." Daisy told her, giving her another soft squeeze before pulling away.

"I know, I know," Quinn grinned brightly at Daisy, who returned it without hesitation. "It’s just nice to have it somewhere big, you know?"

"We might downgrade after we kill off some kids," Daisy grumbled, glancing around the room for them. Jack was on the couch, still playing the video game, but with Kayleigh on the controller that Michael had abandoned. Hazel was in the kitchen with Lucy, helping get the big Christmas ham ready, and the twins were set contently watching Jack and Kayleigh blow things up.

"Everything good?" Ashton suddenly murmured in her ear, slipping his warm hands around her waist, letting her lean back against him.

"Perfect," Daisy sighed out, sliding her hands over top of Ashton’s, a smile creeping on to her face.

"You’ll never believe the call I just got," he said, rubbing his thumbs in small circles against her tank top. “Guess who’s coming for Christmas?”

“No,” Daisy gasped, looking up at him. A smile spread across her face like an infection, lighting it up. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” Ashton’s grin was so big, Daisy thought it looked like his face was going to split. His dimples were more prominent than she’d ever seen them, apart from on their wedding day. “Guess who’s coming along.”

“Are you serious?!” Daisy’s jaw dropped, suddenly more excited than she’d been in years. “He-?!”

Ashton nodded, the grin seemingly permanently etched on to his skin. “He did, Dais,” he leaned down, aiming to give her a peck on the lips, but ended up missing and getting her cheek instead. Neither really minded at that point- it was such incredible news.

“The gang’s back together,” Daisy said finally. “We’re all going to be together, for Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Ashton murmured, pulling the blonde incredibly close. “Let’s make this one we won’t forget, okay?”

In that moment, with her friends and her family all together, all happy, with no complications to leave anyone confused or upset, was the single greatest feeling that Daisy had ever felt; she wouldn’t give it up for anything life could offer.

-

[ncthinghappens]

aye i was tagged by daina to do the music tag 

basically all you do is go to your itunes/ipod/iphone/whatever and click shuffle and list the first 20 songs AND NO SKIPPING

r u guise ready for this horribleness

the wire - haim

maybe - nat wolff

as tall as cliffs - margot and the nuclear soso's

time travel - nevershoutnever

tightrope - walk the moon

back in your head - tegan and sara

all of the people - panama wedding

blonde - bridget mendler

american - lana del rey

good for you - icona pop

teenagers - my chemical romance

stubborn love - the lumineers

sadie hawkins dance - relient k

bones - lewis watson

wherever you are - 5 seconds of summer

never let me go - lana del rey

girls - santigold

spare me the details - the offspring

hip hop chick - forever the sickest kids

don't stop - 5 seconds of summer

and i am tagging:

kinkyclifford

skinnyassluke

niallhood

officalumhood

tanktopmichael

[greenlght]

who are your friends on here

Oh god I have so many

damnclifford, barakisses and vevolucas are my mains. (Mickie and Nali and I are the Golden Trio and Emmi is my best friend)

officalumhood, soashton, 5sosporn, irwiz, luke5sob, baessists, mcliffourd and sarcalstic are the elite that I love

ohemmoh, acoustic-cal, plaidshirtluke, vhsmichael, calumsexual, nutellalucas (I’m sorry Ellen I don’t remember your new url), hemmosource, 5sos-unoffical and kissedhood are a few people that I consider my friends that I love to death and don’t talk to enough and idk if they consider me friends but oops

There’s more bit it’d take fucking ages to name them all

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Technicolor - Ch. 6

reblog/sending feedback is a good encouragement for me!! cough hint pls

The rest of that week, along with the following, was pretty uneventful, at least for Daisy and Ashton. They laid on top of the crinkled covers of Ashton’s full sized bed, just talking about a lot of things and a lot of the world’s problems and issues and things that Daisy couldn’t imagine talking about with Lacey or any of her study friends.

They didn’t talk about Calum, though they did talk about Michael, along with Quinn. A few times, Luke and Tatum came up, but Ashton got defensive over Luke quickly, and Daisy knew there was no point in upsetting him or trying to get him to talk about things that he simply didn’t want to discuss.

Michael and Quinn, as Daisy learned, had been together for ages. “When I met Michael,” Ashton said, drawing small circles in the pale flesh of her side where her tank top had ridden up, “he was just starting to date Quinn.”

“How long ago was that?” Daisy asked, shifting her head up on his shoulder.

He sighed, making a face that she knew was his thinking face. His lips moved silently, no sound moving past, before he finally decided on the date. “It had to have been 5 or 6 years ago,” he explained. “I was 17 when we met.”

“You’re old,” she teased lightly, then giggled when his fingers wiggled against her skin.

“Shut up, you’re just a baby,” he grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Six years, though.”

“That’s a long time to be dating,” Daisy pointed out. She had known people that got married after having been dating less time than that. Granted, they hadn’t lasted long, but it was still a big thing.

“Have they ever broken up?” At this, Ashton snorted.

“All the time, when they first started dating,” he laid his hand flat on her side, slipping his fingers up past the hem of her shirt. “Michael’s not exactly in the best crowd, if you haven’t noticed.”

“He had a split lip when we first met,” she recalled thoughtfully, trying to ignore the warmth of his large hands on her skin. “But Quinn is so.. soft, and nice.”

“And she makes mean pancakes,” Ashton sighed out. “Michael met her when he had fringe the size of my hand and she had the biggest, dorkiest glasses in existence.”

Daisy giggled a little, shaking her head. “I can’t imagine Michael with fringe that long,” she paused, then added. “I bet Quinn was still pretty.”

“Gorgeous,” Ashton confirmed, and then shifted again, so he was facing Daisy. She reluctantly moved her head to the pillow, but liked that she could face him. “She was the prettiest girl that the four of us had ever seen, at that age.”

“She’s still probably the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen,” Daisy said easily, watching his expression change into something dorkier than she’d ever seen. He suddenly dissolved into very unmanly giggles, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from full out laughing. “What?!”

“I was gonna make a joke,” he wheezed, running his fingers through his overly curly hair before covering his face, giggling more. “About me not having seen you, so it’s probably still true.”

“That’s the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me,” Daisy said through a chest full of laughter, actually burying her face into the pillow to keep from being loud and obnoxious and waking Calum or Michael, if he was even at the house.

“You love it,” he insisted in a loud voice that was laced with laughter. His hand snaked out to find her neck, then slipped up, cupping her cheek. His voice lowered to a little above a mumble. “C’mere..”

Daisy didn’t need to be told twice. Picking up her head from the pillow, she inched closer to him, and the way they gravitated into each other was almost magnetic; thigh to thigh, chest to chest, and - Daisy’s favorite - lips to lips.

Kissing Ashton had recently become her favorite thing to do. His lips were always warm and soft, and it was always easy to tell his emotions through them; whether he was biting them nervously (something he’d seemingly picked up from her, though she’d had no clue how) or grinning when he was amused.

“So, Michael wants to have a party here,” he mumbled between kisses, rubbing the pad of his thumb along her jaw, nipping softly at her lower lip. “Do you want to come?”

“When do I ever turn down a party?” Daisy murmured, kissing the corner of his lips again.

Ashton grinned, letting out a short laugh into her mouth, and ended up resting his forehead against her. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

“I think my clumsiness,” she giggled a little, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips once more. He broke into an even bigger grin; his dimples looked like deep pits, his unseeing eyes lighter, almost. She broke into a big grin herself- she just couldn’t help it. He was the best friend she’d had in a long time, and he was the hands down the best boyfriend that she’d ever had, despite having only two or three in the past. She’d had guys ask her out before, sure, but she wasn’t a knockout in K-12, and honestly, she was too focused on schoolwork to even notice any romantic interests they might have had. Now, though, in college, she could take things seriously or just let loose and have fun. With Ashton, she had both.

“Thank god for you being clumsy,” he said firmly before wrapping an arm around her. - Daisy wasn’t sure what she was expecting when Ashton said “party”. However, she didn’t think it would be like this- not that she was complaining.

The party was pretty much the epitome of a frat party, only in a slightly smaller apartment. Michael had supplied a giant stereo with multiple speakers that were strategically placed at various spots across the apartment, blasting a mix of classic and new; everything from old school Nirvana to Chris Brown to David Guetta to Blink-182. The smell of weed - among other drugs - hung thick in the air, and Daisy assumed that it was Michael who had supplied. He was slinking around without Quinn, who sat with a light haired girl smoking something on one of the couches pushed against the walls to make room. The red solo cups littered the room, making it nearly impossible to move without accidentally knocking into one, and it was so packed in the smallish apartment that you couldn’t move without touching someone.

“You want a drink?” Ashton shouted to be heard over the loud, thumping Fall Out Boy song blaring. His hands were firmly planted on Daisy’s waist, moving with her hips as she swayed to the music.

“No, but I’ll go with if you want one,” she leaned her head back against his chest, moving so her back was firmly pressed against his chest.

They’d been dancing and drinking and making out and drinking just a little bit more all night, and Daisy was 100% sure that she was far giddier than she should’e been. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the volume of the music, but she felt simply on fire. She thought that maybe Ashton could feel it too, because every time she went higher and higher, further into herself, he kissed her neck or shoulder, gently bringing her back down, just enough so she knew to not float away.

“I’ve had more than enough,” he lowered his voice, tightening his grip on her hips a little as a group of people smoking a few joints bumped past them. “Do you think that I look like a douche with my sunglasses on inside?” He had leaned down, talking at normal volume into her studded ear.

Daisy glanced up at him, giggle slipping past her lips. “You always look like a douche in those sunglasses,” she stated, grinning. When he stuck out his lower lip into a pout, she smirked and added. “A really attractive, adorable douche, though. Not the bad kind of douche.”

He slipped his arms around her waist, resting his scruffy chin on her shoulder. He was slightly haunched over so he could be about the right height. “You think I’m attractive.” He said, singsong like in her ear.

Before she could reply, he had moved and was taking her hand. An overwhelming smell of weed and alcohol suddenly consumed the area, overtaking any other smells (of sweaty bodies and of Ashton). Michael paused in front of them, and Daisy nearly gagged as the smell got stronger. He had obviously had a bit to drink, with one of his ties tied around his head in a makeshift headband that Daisy would’ve thought cute, had he not smelled utterly awful. He grinned suddenly, flinging an arm around her.

“Ayy, Dais!” he laughed loudly, pulling her closer by tightening his arms around her shoulders. Ashton moved Michael’s arm off of her, his jaw set. “You wanna buy some stuff off of me? S’good, I promise.” He was slurring his words- he was definitely drunk.

“No, I’m good,” Daisy told him, nudging him a little. “You might want to brush your teeth or something, though.”

“Quinn’s.. She’s taking me home soon,” he explained slowly. “You know, she’s a perfect gal. Perfect girly, Quinn is.”

“He’s so wasted,” Ashton noted in Daisy’s ear before sighing. “C’mon, big guy, lets get you to your room.” “Perfect, perfect,” Michael jabbered in response.

Daisy sighed, watching as Ashton snuck his other hand into Michael’s, and then squeezed her hand with his other. She knew exactly where to go, exactly what Ashton was thinking. So, she weaseled and wormed her way through the rowdy crowd, making sure both boys behind her, got up the small steps and past the stoned and/or drunken people carefully. She glanced around briefly before entering the room, and thought she saw a flash of bright red hair, but when she looked again, it was gone.

“The blind and the drunk,” Ashton mumbled as they got Michael into his room. “You’ve got your hands full.”

“Don’t say that,” Daisy groaned, peeling Michael’s particularly greedy-grabby hands off of her dress, placing them on his stomach. He just pouted, rolling over on to his side. “You’re not a burden, you douche.”

“Hot douche,” Ashton corrected, tossing a blanket over Michael’s lanky body. Michael, in turn, groaned, and tried to roll over, only succeeding in tangling his long limbs into the blanket. Ashton moved his head up to about where Daisy was and said, “Get Quinn?”

“Get Quinn.” Daisy agreed.

They didn’t end up getting Quinn; she wandered in by herself, at a later time, to see Michael curled up, sleeping soundly with loud snores coming from the very back of his throat. - Daisy and Ashton, on the other hand, had gone somewhere quieter. The party scene was slowly dying down, even though there was still quite a few people shouting profanities and singing along loudly to the loud music. At least behind the closed oak door of Ashton’s bedroom door, the loud noises were slightly muffled. Neither of them would really notice if it hadn’t, though.

Ashton had Daisy nudged up against the headboard, her head back against the cool redwood. He was hovering over her on his knees, one hand placed on the top of the headboard, the other on her cheek, leading her lips up to his. Daisy thought that if they’d been in a playful mood, it would’ve been comical- Ashton’s hand leading her back to his lips, or his lips chasing hers whenever hers left his. This time was different, though. There was a more serious mood to it, and it was making Daisy incredibly nervous.

“Calm down,” Ashton mumbled against her lips, as if reading her mind. He shifted his band from her cheek to her neck, speaking again quietly. “We don’t have to do anything, you know..”

Daisy didn’t say anything for a while, just closed her eyes and let him kiss down her neck, nipping in the soft spots that made her heart race. “What if..” She started, voice cracking a little. She threaded her fingers through his soft gold curls, tugging him up a little before continuing. “What if I want to..?”

The air in the mood instantly changed. It had been serious before, but both were now waiting on the other with bated breath.

“Are you sure?” Ashton breathed out eventually, his grip on the headboard tightening. His knuckles were going white, he was gripping so hard.

Daisy nodded, and then dumbly realized he wouldn’t be able to see it. Her eyes squeezed shut once again, just briefly, before snapping open again, finding his. “I’m sure.”

Ashton let out a long breath, slowly. Conflict was written all over his face, but as soon as he got a soft kiss from Daisy, it was all over.

“Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” he said in a quiet voice, fingers trailing down her side. His long fingers fisted in the fabric of her shirt, carefully tugging it off of her.

They didn’t talk much as Ashton leaned down, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses her clavical and down to the swell of her breasts, pausing only as her hands swiftly pulled off his muscle tee.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled. He didn’t waste any time to care that he couldn’t see the blush spread across her freckley cheeks; instead, he rid her of her pants, her lacy panties off with them. Daisy reached behind herself and unclipped her bra, sliding it off on to the floor while Ashton worked furiously on his zipper, fumbling to shove the skin-tight jeans off.

Daisy almost giggled watching him struggle and nearly fall off the bed. “Let me help,” she sat up, and pressed soft kisses right below his naval, tugging the material off of his legs. Through his boxers she could see a huge bulge, precum already making a small stain. It was too hard to resist- she hooked her fingers into the elastic of his boxer shorts, mouthing over his already incredibly hard member. She didn’t have a doubt in her mind that her hot breath was driving him crazy; his hand sweeping down to brush her hair out of her face was evidence of that.

“Don’t tease,” he warned, pulling her hair back into a makeshift ponytail. Daisy just smirked and pulled his boxers off, watching as his dick sprung up.

“Of course not,” she told him, wrapping a hand around him. Her hand was absolutely tiny compared to him hard- her fingers, though short, barely wrapped around it. Giving him long, slow pumps, Daisy leaned down, kitten licking the head to rid him of the salty precum leaking. His hand moved to grip her hair a little bit tighter, but he made no move to force her down on him.

Finally, she licked fat striped on the underside, tracing the thick throbbing vein that wrapped around. She came back and slowly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head.

Ashton groaned softly, this time moving her head a little closer, letting her hand pump what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She could tell he was getting close when he started twitching against her tongue, which was circling just underneath the head, along with the labored breathing and sinful groans he was letting out.

“Off, off,” he panted, using his hand to his advantage. Daisy sat back and admired her work; he was visably throbbing, the head an angry red, glistening with her saliva.

The next second, she was back pressed against the bed, Ashton’s toned body hovering above her. “Condom?” He leaned down, kissing his way around until he found her lips. It was hard for Daisy to even think when she could his body radiating warmth, his length very, very close to where she needed him most.

“I’m on the pill,” she mumbled against his lips, lifting her hips more than a little to grind against him.

He let out a low groan into her mouth, gyrating his hips back against her. “The best thing about this is you can scream my name,” he slid his hand down, finding her clit and tapping on it a few times, just to make her squirm. “And no one will notice.”

Daisy let out a pretty pathetic whimper, snaking her hands around Ashton’s body, raking her nails down his back, lifting her head to attach their lips together, where they pretty much stayed glued. Ashton gripped himself near the base, sliding himself up and down her entrance several times, but soon grew impatient.

He slowly pushed himself in, moving his lips away from hers briefly to make sure she wasn’t in any pain. The only noises she made were tiny, occasional moans, her face immediately finding his shoulder to mark up.

“Tell me whe-” Ashton started, voice a little strained, but Daisy interrupted before he had a chance to even finish.

“Now, move now.” She demanded against his skin. Her hands slid back up his back, palms laying flat. As soon as he started rocking into her, her legs came up, wrapping around his waist.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, thrusting at a steady pace now. Daisy’s face moved out of the crook of his neck and hands off of his back as his lips latched on to her sweet spot under her ear, making her cry out. Her fingers found his curls, giving them a gentle tug, and she practically felt the impish grin coming directly from pure pride. He bit down, the sharp pain dulling near immediately as his tongue soothed it. His hips jerked against hers suddenly, and Daisy let his name, along with some profanities, slip past her lips. Pelvis to pelvis, Ashton slid his hand to her breast, tweaking the sensitive nub, turning her into a hot mess underneath him.

“More?” He whispered in her ear. Daisy was choked up, her voice not coming out correctly. Ashton let out a breathy laugh, but attached his mouth to where his hand was on her breast, hand going down to where he was making short, quick thrusts into her, rubbing on her clit lazily.

“I’m gonna- don’t stop!” Daisy choked out, hands flying to his hair, yanking him back up, too far gone to really care about whether or not he was hurting him. He didn’t seem to mind; his thrusts got quicker and his hands fumbled, trying to find hers. When they did, he interlaced them, holding them above her head, and sank down, resting on his forearms, pressing into her.

“Come on, baby,” he panted, hips rocking and grinding at an alarming rate, bringing both of them to an incredible high- Daisy losing it first. Bright stars exploded behind her eyes, temporarily blinding her. She couldn’t think anything other than his name, which was pretty much the constant stream coming out in the form of whimpers past her lips while he whispered profanities in her ear while he came, finally.

The aftershocks hit both hard. Daisy could feel him twitching, his chest rising and falling quickly, on top of hers. She could feel small electric shocks shooting down her lower half, only tightening her around him more. He pulled out after a few minutes, letting her hands slip out of his before laying on his side, pulling her flush against him.

“Why haven’t we done that before,” he whispered, burying his face in the back of her shoulder, hot breath warming her already on-fire skin.

“You’d have scratch scars on your back,” she closed her eyes tight, soaking up every light touch he was still giving.

There wasn’t any doubt in her mind, after that; she cared about him too much to let her and Calum’s mistake guilt her into anything. She had to tell him, and she had to tell him soon. -