as in, you’ve never experienced snow before, so this is him watching you react to it.
side note: i’m from florida so i’ve never experienced snow, only snow flurries for a couple minutes when i visited a relative up north. therefore, i am clueless about snow and how it works lmao.
!! there will be another piece that may sound similar to this but it’s going to be different! i had multiple ideas related to snow so i’m making more than one! :^) !!
enjoy! (slightly edited, but please let me know if there’s anything wrong!)
genre: fluff!! just a bunch of happiness lol
wc: 552
Ashton: He watches as your eyes sparkle, staring out the window as snowflakes fall peacefully. It’s the first time you’re seeing snow, and since it’s still dark outside, you two stay inside. He promises that once the sun is up and it warms up slightly, he’ll take you out to play and teach you how to stay on your feet. And he keeps his promise. Once the sun is high enough and it isn’t blistering cold outside, he makes sure you’re dressed properly and double-checks your boots to ensure no snow gets inside. He watches you frolic; joyful laughs and squeals filled his ears as he playfully throws small snowballs at you. The snowballs grow as you get used to them until it’s ultimately a full-fledged snowball fight.
Michael: He was woken up by you shaking him, excitement in your voice as you tell him it’s snowing. He groggily gets out of bed and watches you scatter around to find your winter gear. He dresses slowly, much to your dismay since you wanted to get out there while the snow was still falling. After hurrying him, along with the promise of a nice hot cup of cocoa afterward, he happily follows you out with a smile. He’s cold, he’s tired, he just wants to sleep until noon under warm blankets, but being able to see you happily prance in the snow for the first time ever was something he’d rather see in real life than in a dream state.
Calum: He decided to take you out to a rental cabin. He thought it would be a good idea to get away for a while and give you an experience you’ll never forget. On your way to the cabin, trudging through the snow to the doorway, you were already extremely happy. Cold, wanting to just go and warm up by the fireplace, but still excited to see the snow. He promises to take you out to play and explore the area around you the next day, and when he does he holds you close to make sure you don’t lose your footing on the icy floor hidden underneath. He also grabs a handful of snow and plops it on your head, which incites a snowball fight back at the cabin. The snowball fight turns into a competition to see who can build the best snow fort to take cover for the new snowball fight.
Luke: He shared the excitement with you when you had noticed the first snowfall. In all honesty, he may have been more excited. He dressed fast, joy filling him as he watched the grass start to disappear under the snow. It wasn’t enough to do anything, but knowing he’s with you to experience your first snow experience, he’s in awe. Once you’re dressed the two of you head to the patio, and already taking note of the moisture on the ground, Luke cautiously guiding you to the chairs facing the back. He watches your face as your smile grows and eyes wander around the trees. His smile mirrors yours, his heart swelling as some snowflakes sneak into the covered area where you two sat. They landed on you, and impossibly his heart swells more as you scoot your chair closer to his and snuggle into his side the best that you can.
I think I speak for all fic writers when I say: IT. IS. HARD. TO. WRITE. FICS.
I put a lot into my fics. And to see you begging for them is really really cool for me, because you like them and you want more. I appreciate that so much you have no idea. But I also find it a little rude when I get the same “hey, I asked for this fic like three days ago and you haven't published it yet blah blah blah” in my ask thirteen times.
Here are some things to remember about fic writers:
1.) We are human beings, not writing machines. This means we have lives outside of the internet. Which ever site we use to publish our works (Tumblr, Wattpad, Quotev, etc.) is not our only priority in life. I have a life off of the internet. Other writers have lives too. For a lot of us, we have school and jobs to attend to. Some of us have families - husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, kids, pets, etc. We have to do things that pertain to that, such as make dinner, do chores, go to work, finish a college essay etc. It’s not always time to write. Sometimes it’s time to be social and have a life.
2.) Everyone has their own standards of their fics. I personally will never publish something that doesn’t at least fit MY standards of writing. I have a certain way that I write, and I wish that each of my fics could have been better. There are parts of each of them that I don’t like. But I feel rushed and I feel like I have to get something out or else I’ll start losing followers and people will stop liking my writing. I want you guys to enjoy it, but I also want to be proud of it.
3.) It takes time to write. I use to be able to whip up one shots in a day, and to be completely honest, I miss being able to do that. But that was when I didn’t really care how the fic went. That was when every detail could flow perfectly because it was what I wanted, not what a request wanted. And don’t get me wrong, I love requests! I just have to be more careful when writing now so that I include what the person wanted. And I love doing this, but I don’t want to disappoint them.
4.) WRITERS BLOCK IS A THING. A VERY COMMON THING. And it sucks. A lot. I have been so far into a really good fic about Halsey, and all of a sudden. I go completely blank on what to do next. It fucking sucks, and takes forever to fix sometimes. So I ignore the draft and move onto my next one to see if I can get over it, but even if I finish the next draft, I can’t publish it because.... (see #5).
5.) I write requests in order of oldest request, to most recent request. Some authors write whatever one catches their interest, but I work from oldest to newest. The longer the request has been sitting there, the longer this person has been patiently waiting. I think this is just common curtsey to serve the person that has been waiting the longest first. First come, first serve. A general rule of thumb for me.
6.) Our fics, are free. We are not getting paid to write, so unless we are taking requests, don’t be making demands. We simply do it because we love it and we want to share it with the world. We want the rest of you to love it too. We want to make as many people happy as possible, even if that is just writing about your favorite TV show character, or band member, or comic book character, fucking you. It’s a glorious thing to imagine being in love with them. And we don’t have to do it. But we do, because we love it, and we know you love it. If you want to critique and make demands while requests are not open, I will give you a "go fund me” link that you can become a paid subscriber to. Then, you can make demands at any time.
There are some other things to remember, but right now it is almost 1:30am, and I am tired. But I wanted to/needed to put this out there. Please respect writers. We are trying our best, but it’s hard to do. We love you, and only want the best for you. Please be respectful.
first post of my holiday posts!! i meant to post this over the weekend but i couldn’t find any motivation to write shocking and also had other things to take care of in real life.
i plan to post every weekend up to the 31st, and there may be two posts during the weekends. but i’m still easing into writing recreationally so these may be a bit lackluster but i hope to improve as time passes!
unedited because i am dumb. enjoy :^)
genre: fluff i guess
wc: 937
Ashton: It only took about forty minutes to set the tree up—getting the stump into the stand and then tightening the screws, then getting the water and pouring it into the stand only to accidentally overfill it and have to lift the tree and empty the stand and clean up the mess—it was a chaotic afternoon. But finally, the tree is up, the tree skirt is clean and wrinkle free, laying around the stand. The decorations are laid out on the couch and in front of the couch. Ashton sat on the arm of the couch, untangling the lights while you worked to untangle the ornament hooks, old-time Christmas music playing softly in the background with the golden glow of the sunset shining from the other side of the room. Hearing a curse from his mouth, you softly chuckle and turn to look at him. He mumbles something along the lines of, “let’s just buy new lights,” which causes another laugh from you. Putting the hooks aside you go to help him and within minutes the lights were untangled enough to start hanging them. By the end of the night, all the decorations put up with the lights on (and other lights off in and surrounding the living room), the two of you sat on the couch cuddled up as the lights twinkled, oddly but serenely in sync with the music. “As much as I love traditions,” he whispers, pulling your attention away from the star on top of the tree. “We’re getting an artificial tree with lights built in for next year.”
Michael: It was something that was passed down, something you were taught as a kid while in the kitchen with your elderly relatives every year, two weeks before Christmas. The laminated, but very aged, paper sat on the counter with ingredients surrounding it. It obviously wasn’t your first time baking this recipe, but it was the first time Michael would be cooking with you AND trying it. He has said that he’s always wanted to try it, hearing the cute stories from your family and you as well, and vowed to help you bake the treats. The dialogue from the Christmas movie you left on can be heard from the kitchen as you two double check all the ingredients. Once confirming the checklist, the work began and you can’t deny that while the memories from your childhood were amazing, this moment will forever be in your heart. While the delicious treats were in the oven, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelming joy. “This is fun,” he says as he wipes down the counter that was covered in flour. “Thank you for sharing this recipe with me.” He holds you close as the timer counts down, sharing his favorite holiday memories from his childhood.
Calum: Scraps of wrapping paper surrounded the two of you as you both struggled to wrap the remaining gifts for friends and family. The shopping had finished earlier in the month, starting early since most of your shopping was done online. Neither of you wanted to waste time since you didn’t know how long shipping would be and wanted the gifts to arrive on time. Both of you weren’t the best at wrapping but they got the job done, and the ribbons were a bit crooked but still presentable. The sound of cutting the paper and the occasional rip or tear has become unbearable and your hands had a few minor papercuts, along with the pain from the scissor handles causing pain in your joints—but it’s all in the fun. Calum had suggested just getting gift bags for those who live close but in the end changed his mind when the idea of a race between the both of you came to him. The race was subsequently called off when he got the first few papercuts though, but he’s pulling through because he enjoys spending time with you. Over the annoying paper, scissor, and tape sounds, your little frustrated sounds when the paper isn’t even or you didn’t cut off enough or cut too much was amusing, and he can’t deny it made his heart swell and yearn to hear them every year from here on out.
Luke: Your playlist had an arsenal of Christmas music, old and new. From Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, and Andy Williams to Wham!, Mariah Carey, John Legend, and Michael Bublé – it was stacked. Meanwhile Luke had his own list of Christmas movies, old and new, and you two were excited to plan out what to watch on the days leading up to Christmas. The music would be played when decorating, baking (both pre-Christmas and Christmas day), wrapping gifts, and opening gifts on Christmas day. However during the feast you want the music to continue playing, but Luke won’t give in since you’ll be on a Zoom call with family for dinner, and with music playing it’ll be hard for him to listen and focus on the conversation with velvety voices in the background. He already knows what movies you’ll watch on each day, rating them by how “Christmas-y” they are and by emotion. He remembers how you made fun of him for tearing up at one last year, so he searched for one he knows will make you bawl. It’s karma for you but also a bonus for him since he’ll be able to hold you close, and he’s excited for the nights where it’s cold outside and you two have to snuggle for warmth (and he may have lowered the thermostat on some days, but he doesn’t know anything about that.).
Hi idk how you feel about song preferences or All Time Low, I mean if you don’t like either of those then you don’t have to respond or anything but I’ve been in a real “Listen to All Time Low but think about 5sos” kind of state of mind and I was wondering if you could do a song preference off of the song Glitter & Crimson by All Time Low or A Daydream Away with any of the 5sos boys. Idk I just thought it’d be real cute and stuff 👉👈. But anyways, I love you and your writing!
i used to listen to atl in my younger days, so this do be hitting me in the feels 🥺
i thought about picking a boy and kind of combining both songs into it, but i decided to make it a preference since i haven’t done that in years. i also chose both songs and used a coin to decide which two get one song and which two get the other (lol it’s been so long, i’m a mess)
[please let me know if there are mistakes, this is unedited!]
and thank you for your kind words, i love you too 🥺💓
Preference 34: All Time Low Song Preference
Ashton: “it doesn’t matter when we get back, to doing what we do, ‘cause right now can last forever, just as long as i’m with you” -- first verse of ‘A Daydream Away’
He knows it’s wrong to think of your friendship turning into something more. It’s something he treasured more than anything and the thought of going further with the potential of ruining it would be devastating. He can’t help how he feels, though. It was the little things, from remembering something he said he liked years ago that he didn’t fully remember telling you, to being so interested in his interests and watching you fondly smile as he rambled on. You’re easy to talk to, to just be with, someone he finds solace in. Every time he’s with you it’s like everything clouding his brain dissipates and nothing is wrong. There have been times where it felt like things could progress but the next day it would be back to normal, back to being completely platonic. And he’s okay with that, because as long as he has you in his life, he’s satisfied, and he doesn’t want anything to change it.
Michael: “how long can we be, happy if happy ain’t meant for us?” -- first verse of ‘Glitter & Crimson’
It was almost comical how often the two of you would fight. At least twice a week, at most five times, but no matter what the two of you would make sure neither of you would go to bed angry. Certain topics were triggers for a ticking time bomb, and no matter how hard one of you would try to avoid the topic, it would come up and then there was no turning back. You both started the relationship happy, practically diving into the honeymoon phase early but in doing that it opened the doors for problems early on. The happiness now, however, seems to have dissipated, at least within the relationship. Around others you two were happy, but alone together it just didn’t seem to exist. Countless nights spent wondering if the relationship was meant to be, and how can it if both parties aren’t happy in it?
Calum: “and we can’t quite see, being us ain’t good for us” -- second verse of ‘Glitter & Crimson’
It’s toxic. The constant break ups and make ups were toxic, and yet you two would crawl back to each other. Your friends told you to stop, his friends told him to stop, family members begged you two to stop and let it go, move on. You wanted to, he wanted to, but finding familiarity in each other’s arms was safer than seeking comfort from another person. From the beginning there were warning signs but you two decided to ignore it, wanting to have a relationship no matter what. But in doing that you two ignored the red flags and continued on. It’s not healthy, both of you knew it, but whatever was drawing you two back to each other was not easy to get rid of.
Luke: “I would drink a little too much, you’d offer me a ride, and I would offer you a t-shirt, and you would stay another night” -- second verse of ‘A Daydream Away’
A night out with friends would almost always include Luke getting drunk. Whenever he was the driver, he stayed away from alcohol but when it was someone else, he let loose. Most of the time when he’d get drunk, you were the designated driver to take him home. He wasn’t clingy or hard to handle, but he enjoyed annoying you. He enjoyed watching you take care of him, where you would bring him a change of clothes and some pain reliever with a glass of water. He enjoyed it so much he wanted you to stay, not just in his house but in his bed. It wasn’t something the two of you didn’t do, but it was pushing the boundaries for him. It’s just a friendship, but he’s pictured it being something so much more—even dreamed about it! He lets you borrow his clothes when you stay over, and if he was hungover the next morning you would offer to stay to take care of him the whole day, which leads to you staying yet another night. He knows he’s setting himself up for heartbreak the further he pushes these dreams to become reality, but what is he to do when you’re caring for him as if you were his.
