This question took me forever to ask because I had a difficult time phrasing it, but what are the boys hugging/cuddling style?
I really think Luke is a “will take any kind of cuddles he can get" kind of guy. I'm certain he loves holding partners just as much as he loves holding Petunia. A lot of warmth and no intention of moving for hours, I can see Luke lazily scrolling through his phone with his arms around his partner sometimes. I can see Luke sitting in laps of people he trusts, too. Being the little spoon and really just letting go of any tension or apprehension he has--laying on someone's chest and enjoying the feeling of his hair being played with absentmindedly.
On a similar note, I can see Ashton being big Daddy spoon a lot of the time. I think Ashton is so interesting because it seems like he's gotten so used to looking after people? Looking after his siblings most of his life, looking after his band mates, looking after his partner. He'd probably open his arms in a heartbeat if he were laying on the couch in a comfy position. I do think he would long to be held sometimes though. To let everything go, to trust someone enough to fall in their arms. Lay back and let himself relax--not think about anything but feeling safe.
I think Michael probably loves snuggling and is a connoisseur of it. He's always seemed pretty open about being soft and affectionate (ie. how he touches Calum constantly and always has). He's a sweetheart. I think he would pull friends and his partner in for hugs, kisses, and everything in between. Michael is truly a big cuddle ball in my eyes, even with fans. I think he really likes giving affection and getting it, most likely cuddling up to someone in any way he can with no shame.
Calum seems similar to Michael in that regard, so openly affectionate with the people he loves. All of those touches are sincere and represent the feelings he has and all the love in his heart. I think Calum would 'accidentally’ fall into cuddling with someone, maybe brushing against his partner on the couch, touching their knee, and then going for a full on spooning situation. It most likely wouldn't matter who was holding who. It would rest on the fact that Calum would want them to know that he cared and he wanted to show it.
christmas decoration shopping with luke - a soft christmas concept
“What do you think about this?”
Luke held up a box from a higher shelf, showing an inflatable Christmas tree with a smile on his face. It was the first year that the two of you were decorating for Christmas together. Luke wanted to get a few things that you both liked for the house—things you could use for years to come.
“Where are we going to put it? I also feel like it might overshadow our actual Christmas trees so let’s table it for now.”
He made a face before putting it back, pushing the cart forward as you put a box of ornaments in the basket. Going to Target with Luke was one of the joys of your relationship. Even just to get pantry items or something else you needed, he was always attentive to you.
“I like these, too.”
You arrived at the Christmas themed aisle, which was littered with red, green, and shades of glitter you wouldn’t be able to name because of how busy they were. Luke came to your side and pulled you into a hug—making everything else at that moment fade into the background.
“I’m so excited to decorate our house, baby.”
Luke kissed your forehead and then both of your cheeks before pressing his lips to yours. He smiled before doing it again, tucking his hair behind his ear as you took a fistful of his sweatshirt.
You were tempted to make out with Luke in the middle of a Target.
You didn’t.
But you had to keep yourself in check by pulling away from him as a woman came down the aisle with her children, who darted ahead to look at Christmas stockings.
“Young love. I remember the days. You two make a beautiful couple.”
She passed by with a wave, making Luke’s cheeks scarlet red as you laughed into him.
“You’re too cute when you’re in the Christmas spirit.”
You put a finger to Luke’s nose before turning to look at garland for the patio. He didn’t let you get too far. Putting his hands on your hips and resting his head on your shoulder.
content: ashton giving up on holidays, a cheerful reader, holiday lodging, mixed emotions, cheesy christmas movie flair, mutual pining, the appreciation of christmas, a little bit of a grinch, and intense sexual situations.
A/N: I had a conversation with the wonderful @sexgodashton about writing a cheesy Christmas movie fic with all of the tropes we love. This turned out a little differently than that, but I do think it has a Jex-like flair on it. Merry Christmas from me if you celebrate, and if you don’t, here's an angsty winter fic for your fancy. Let me know if you like it. <3
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“I’m not doing it.”
Ashton closed the door to his closet as Calum followed him around the room. It wasn’t out of character for Ashton to do this. But not the week before Christmas.
“What do you mean you’re not doing it?”
Calum furrowed his brows, shaking his head as he looked for a sign that he wasn’t serious.
“I’m not doing Christmas.”
Ashton decided to quit. To withdraw from being around everyone getting excited about gifts, trees, and parties that he wasn’t always invited to. After a year of going back and forth on what he what he actually wanted and what he was feeling, he was saying ‘no more’.
To all of it.
“What about your siblings? What about your mother?”
Calum stood behind Ashton as he rummaged through his closet, grabbing clothes off hangers and throwing them into a duffel bag.
“They’ve had me for every holiday. Most of them uncontested for me always showing up. It’ll be fine if I miss this one.”
Ashton was fed up the night before. He wanted to be far away after not being invited to yet another party, trying to stay out of the bustle of social obligations. He ignored Calum’s calls too--proving that his reaction wasn’t an overreaction.
“What’s going on?”
Calum looked at his best friend with pleading eyes, trying to get something beyond a short answer. Ashton continued to pack. Avoiding his question when he opened his sock drawer. Calum knew Ashton wouldn’t tell him a thing if he didn’t want to. He was as stubborn as a bad knot--seeming like a never-ending loop of untouched emotion until he decided to give in.
“I’m not interested in it this year, Cal. That’s it.”
Ashton didn’t want to argue. He was tired. Ready to be away from the impact Los Angeles had on him. Calum pressed his mouth into a thin line before gripping the doorframe to Ashton’s room, lingering while he tried to think of something profound to say.
“I just want to be left alone.”
*
The drive from the airport consumed Ashton.
He went from a mild day at home to a swirling cold--driving up a winding road to his destination.
His rental car played an alternative jazz station that he didn’t know how to change. He thought about everything he was leaving behind. The bad feelings, being second place to people he loved. Even if it wasn’t true, Ashton felt he could decompress. He pressed his back into the driver’s seat and exhaled.
Finally alone.
He felt like he had been on the verge of tears for the better part of three weeks. Barely breathing around other people’s relationships and happiness. He learned that comparison was never the way to feel satisfied with his own life at a detox retreat. Ashton tried to push away the need to do it. Yet he felt he had everything but the resolve to his pain. A broken heart had plagued him with a need to feel like he was secure at every second in a romantic bond. He looked to every option he could find--seeking out anything to quench his thirst for attachment. Every attempt was a failure to launch. Leaving he and other parties disappointed.
Ashton was convinced he was missing something.
And he hoped to discover what he could do
The sky looked new as he caught sight of a sign for Bell Tree in 20 miles. It was as if he could see clearer the higher he went, cracking the window to let in cool mountain air. The entry to the lodge he booked was just around the bend of the steepest road. It caused his car to make a loud thump when he pulled into the parking lot.
Ashton didn’t think he was in the right place when he arrived.
He walked past the gigantic fir tree in front of the lobby decorated with as much red ribbon and ornaments as it could hold. He knit his brows when the soft lull of Christmas music streamed from invisible speakers somewhere--exhaling as he pulled out his wallet.
“Welcome to Bell Tree lodge! I’m Shirley, how may I assist you today?”
Shirley beamed at Ashton as she twirled a pen covered in red and green tulle, as if he made her day just by approaching the counter.
“Cabin for Hastings?”
It was the fake name Ashton booked all of his rooms under. He thought he was being smart by being completely incognito to everyone (besides Calum). He hoped he could get to his cabin as quickly as possible to jumpstart writing music. In addition forgetting everything about the holiday.
“Thank you sir. Are you interested in any of our Christmas festivities in the upcoming week? Bell Tree does an annual Holiday Bazaar, a tree lighting and a special--”
Ashton cut her off mid-sentence.
“No, thank you.”
He gave a tight lipped smile before handing over his credit card. Shirley gathered his keys and gave him his receipt.
“I put you in number 5. It’s the furthest out of the way. Should be totally quiet for you.”
She smiled after Ashton nodded, taking heed of her directions as he walked out the door. He wasn’t trying to be rude as much as he was just tired of everyone.
It started to snow as he walked out the door, looking up at the light dusting of fluffy flakes falling on his coat. He watched a snowy breeze dance over the curve of the mountainside before heading to his cabin.
Ashton suddenly felt remorse as a feeling of sadness settled on his shoulders.
No obstacle keeping him from being as isolated as he thought he wanted to be.
He had really gone. And he didn’t like it.
*
The sound of a door closing woke you up.
It was the cabin behind yours, which Shirley told you would be unoccupied for the majority of the season. The first week in Bell Tree had been as magical. The winter wonderland everyone dreamed of--you couldn’t wait for it to be Christmas day. You made a mental note to ask about the new guest.
Mostly to find out who it was.
You observed the Christmas tree in your cabin with admiration when you sat up, stretching to the chime of an alarm set the night before. This vacation was time to process a tangle of events and emotions. Being overwhelmed at work was a gateway for you to get away while you had the chance--away from everything that made the holidays stressful. It was the third annual “celebrate the holidays with complete strangers”, as you had stumbled across the charm of the town by an accident. It held the buzz of a beautiful getaway with holiday festivities. Drawing you back every year. You weren’t fazed by the cold or the loneliness it sometimes brought with it.
Embracing the community of the holiday was an absolute.
Even if it wasn’t conventional.
“Who’s in Cabin 5?”
You spoke over a bowl of soup in the lodge lobby, asking Shirley, who had a mouthful of gingerbread.
“A really gorgeous guy. He didn’t say much, so easy on the eyes. I don’t think I would have caught it anyway.”
Your interest was piqued.
“Was he alone?”
Shirley raised an eyebrow as you shrugged.
“He was. He’ll be here until the 30th. No one else is coming. I checked. Twice.”
Your eyes widened as Shirley giggled, putting your spoon down.
“It would be so nice for you to have a gentleman caller. Not to mention company on Christmas.”
She kept her face straight as she broke another cookie in half. Shirley had always been there. She watched you fall in a deeper love with Bell Tree every year—making sure you felt included in its charm. She didn’t have to look out for you in the way she did. Her sincerity made it easy for you to open up to her. Especially when it involved welcoming a stranger to your holiday haven.
“I should warn you that he seemed tense.”
Shirley pulled you from the small daydream that already started.
“He was so…quiet. Certainly seems like he isn’t here for anything but that.”
You knit your brows while she spoke. Observing the lush fir garland wrapped around the second floor bannister. It was simple and opulent, inviting you to close your eyes and smell it from afar.
“Quiet, you mean?”
Shirley brushed the crumbs from her sweater as she spoke.
“Maybe,”
You watched her smile turn from sweet to devious.
She was on to something.
“Only one way to find out.”
*
Days had passed.
Winter seemed to concentrate on Bell Tree as Christmas came closer.
Ashton didn’t mind it.
It made him stay indoors for as long as he could, especially on days he didn’t get out of bed until the afternoon light danced behind his blackout curtains.
“It’s so weird that you’re not here.”
Calum’s voice broke before he cleared his throat. It was the middle of the night where he was.
“It’s fine man. It’s been nice to crash.”
Ashton rubbed his face, holding the phone to his ear as he made a cup of coffee. He saw yet another reminder he was missing home as an Australian blend K-cup popped up from under a donut shop decaf. He picked it up—pushing it between the gap of the fridge and the toaster.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Calum’s voice was tinted with sleepiness and concern. Ashton could tell when he was worried. He wasn’t exactly hiding it with sending him text updates and photos of places they’d go when they were in school. On top of sending him things they could do when they were back in LA.
“Go to sleep Calum.”
Ashton hung up the phone after a quick goodbye. He caught sight of advertisement of a new sauna that had just been opened a month before. They offered infrared light and a cryogenic option right inside of the lodge, on top of the steam shower he had in his cabin.
“Why not.”
Ashton was in awe of the luxury of the spa. He gripped the terrycloth belt of his robe, looking ahead to seemingly empty stalls. The receptionist told him help himself to his choice of amenities—as he could change the temperature she suggested within 50 degrees warmer or cooler.
He settled on a door illuminated in purple.
Ashton felt himself relax as a rush of steam billowed out of the cedar room. Eucalyptus and mint greeted him when he sat down.
He closed his eyes and pulled his robe off. Not thinking about anything but clearing his mind as he settled his hands on his bare thighs.
Peace.
Ashton’s mind began to wander after what felt like hours.
The timer in the corner said 5 minutes had passed. His needs suddenly came to his attention. Thinking how long it had been since he paid any mind to his own hands. Tight muscles.
Sexual satisfaction.
Before Ashton could fathom what he was doing, he was touching himself. Trying to find a sweet spot through his shorts to stimulate a deep seated need to be inside of something or someone.
He surprised himself when he let out a groan.
No one was around.
Yet it still felt wrong to palm himself in an empty sauna.
Ashton’s eyes closed when he snuck his right hand under the fabric of his shorts. He dipped under his boxers seconds later. He couldn’t fathom what he was doing. Ashton touched himself. Trying to find a sweet spot through his shorts to stimulate a deep seated need to be inside of something or someone.
He surprised himself when he let out a groan.
No one was around.
Yet it still felt wrong to palm himself in an empty sauna.
Ashton’s eyes closed when he snuck his right hand under the fabric of his shorts. He dipped under his boxers seconds later. Trying to think of the last time someone else touched him there. It seemed like it had been too long and not long enough.
Fantasizing about how it would feel to get off.
Ashton palmed himself under the fabric. Focusing his fingers near his tip as he settled back into the sensation. He hummed to himself as another round of steam entered the room. Making him sweat with an impression of pleasure. He didn’t even see the door open.
And he certainly didn’t expect someone to see him.
“Oh—I—sorry!”
You closed the door with a quickness, your eyes wide even when you walked away. You heard a faint echo of someone upset. Or so you thought. You didn’t expect to see a muscular, attractive stranger masturbating in a sauna stall. He had to be the man Shirley had mentioned. Though you didn’t see his face, his black hair and rippling muscles said it all.
You tried to shake the image of him out of your mind. You could only think about how good he looked and how you wished you had gotten a bit closer. Desperate to get a glimpse of someone that could satisfy you even in your wildest dreams. You ran out of the spa with a quick acknowledgement of the receptionist—tugging on your own robe as you made your way back to your cabin.
Seeing him again seemed unlikely.
Unless you made it happen.
*
Ashton was tired of trying to find things to do.
Though he had written songs alone many times—being in Bell Tree felt different. It had been three days since he arrived. Only one since someone walked in on him trying to jerk off. He felt out of his element almost completely. Lacking an edge of feeling anything at all. He grew tired of trying to do more. When he imagined himself here he figured it would be nomadic and dramatic. Perhaps chopping wood or going on a snowy hike instead of sitting in the middle of his floor. He was trying to meditate for what seemed like the 15th time that afternoon. Getting distracted by the sound of bells outside his cabin door.
The person staying next to him seemed like they were insufferable. At least from what he picked up. You came across to him as almost too cheery—cracking open your windows for cookies to cool and bringing in an endless supply of Christmas decor. Ashton understood that it was a Christmas town. But he didn’t get how you seemed so happy while you were alone.
He would watch you sometimes. Mostly out of boredom. He noticed that you were attractive in an unassuming way. How people can just have that allure with no effort at all. Ashton assumed he would be turned off by how happy you seemed to be with Christmas. But it made him admire you that much more. Catching the way your nose would crinkle up as you said hello to a local or added more decorations to the outside of your cabin. He gathered all of this from watching you outside of his window. Assuming he would spend the day that way until he caught sight of you eyeing his door.
He ducked his head behind the window when he thought you saw him. He barely tilted his head forward to see you coming towards his door carrying something. Ashton almost fell over when he realized you were coming to see him. Making him feel seen and nervous all at once.
Three light taps on his door followed him pulling a shirt on.
He could see you swaying in place—mumbling under your breath before he opened the door.
You were taken aback when he answered.
He was more of a presence than you ever imagined. His eyes almost golden against a green henley. His arms were crossed, angled away from you as you held out a royal blue tin. You had forgotten what you were going to say until he spoke to you. Snapped out of admiring him up close.
“May I help you?”
Ashton tried his best to be polite. It seemed like it came off more cruel than intended. He was surprised that you didn’t seem phased by his tone.
“I wanted to be neighborly and bring you some of these. I’ve seen you around. Just wishing you a merry Christmas from cabin 4.”
You handed him the tin, putting your arms behind your back as Ashton opened it. He looked at the assortment of cookies inside the tin. They were elaborately decorated—each one with variations of red, green, and white. His eyes found yours again as you smiled at him. You almost walked away before he spoke up. Saying exactly what you imagined he would as he tapped your shoulder.
“Would you like to come inside?”
*
You and Ashton had been talking for over an hour.
It was mostly filler. About who you were and how you ended up in Bell Tree for Christmas. He had been curious about your stay. Especially if you had anyone with you.
“It’s just me. I love being here during Christmas because they make it an event. Even if I don’t have family to celebrate with, I can spend it with people who really love it.”
Ashton swallowed the entire sip of his tea in his mouth when you said your phrase. He was trying to understand your nature about the holiday. How you could be so secure staying at a lodge with people you didn’t know. He wondered how he could ask that question without coming off as insensitive—holding his mug up to his bottom lip as he pondered.
“And you don’t miss home?”
Ashton asked in a small voice. He missed many things, but the people closest to him were at the top of the list. He was trying to convince himself that he didn’t feel anything at all in the peace of his cabin. Trying to keep his cool as he check his phone for constant messages or anyone asking where he was. It made him feel like he was needed. But you answered quickly. Playing with your tea bag as you looked Ashton in the eye.
“I don’t. Only because I know it’s better for me here.”
Your answer to Ashton question reverberated in your head when you walked to your cabin several hours later. You had spoken about everything and nothing at all. Drawing a picture of Ashton the strange that didn’t fill in many gaps. He was a more reserved man—or trying to hide something that he didn’t want you to know.
You sat with it on Christmas Eve. Watching him try his hand at splitting wood as he furiously brought down an axe on an old tree stump. You saw him cut wood for hours. He had met with nature as a way to express some of the energy he said he had been keeping him restless. Covering his black sweater in splints when the timer on the oven made you jump.
You felt like you had to keep an eye on Ashton.
Not because he intrigued you. Not because he seemed like he was hiding. It was because you liked him—and you wanted to get closer to him than you had already.
*
Christmas was hours away when you heard a knock at your door.
You had spoken to Ashton once again since the first time. It had felt different then. As if the chill of being outdoors had permeated through his skin. He rushed you out of his cabin. Saying that he wanted to be alone for the remainder of the week.
You took your apple cider and went away. Trying to figure out what you did to make him feel something different than open.
Which is why you were shocked to see him standing at your front door. His nose was pink while he blinked away the few snowflakes from his eyelashes. He had stood outside of your door for some time before he disturbed you. You let him in before you asked him what he needed.
Being patient was the neighborly thing to do.
Even if he had pushed you away.
“I wanted to apologize for earlier.”
Ashton’s head was down when he spoke. The tips of his shoes cane together to form a small point. Going back and forth as he continued.
“I don’t know how to handle myself at times,”
He sighed. Looking at you with the most genuine eyes. They had shifted from a deep green to a warm golden brown in a matter of hours.
“You’re just ...different than I am. In almost every way. You’re happy and secure, not to mention okay with staying in a small-ass Christmas town with nothing to do but focus on the holiday. It baffled me at first. But I think it made me realize how different I could be.”
Ashton took a small box from his coat. Handing it to you with a still hand as you listened. He smiled as you opened it, revealing a poorly carved wooden tree. It had as many sharp edges as dull. But Ashton looked on as if he was so proud of what he had done.
“It’s not the best thing ever. But I made it myself. And it’s something I really wish that I could do well. You said that gifts are all about the intention of the giver. And I wanted to make sure you knew I cared.”
You felt so satisfied. Completely enamored with joy as you let Ashton follow you to the Christmas tree. You nestled the small tree within the branches of the fir. Smiling at him before pulling him into a warm hug.
“Thank you for showing me how beautiful Christmas can be.”
Ashton whispered into your shoulder as you inhaled his scent. A mix of fir, dried wood, and what you assumed to be his cologne.
You were preoccupied by him all of the sudden.
Being in your house and offering to spend the evening with you with no hesitation. You had an idea to ease your own nerves with a pair of hot toddies. You made the first batch a little too strong with a heavy hand of vodka. Trying to loosen both of you up as you shared stories of Christmas’ past. Ashton became much more animated as he went on to his second drink. Placing his head on your shoulder and placing his hands on yours.
“And that’s how Calum and I ended up hungover on Christmas Day in 2015.”
Ashton giggled when he settled down his drink. His looked at you with curious eyes. His lazy half smile suggesting anything but what you had planned for the night. His eyes were glazed over in a friendly way. The kind of look that made you think about doing things that seemed only a little inappropriate. His lips quivered at the curve when he saw you lean closer. Knowing that you were going to ask something that pushed past the line you had been toeing all night.
“Are you single?”
You knew the answer to the question but you asked him anyway. He set his drink down on the table beside him as he pushed his hair back.
Opening himself up to you.
“I am.”
You hadn’t planned what you were going to do next. Just watching Ashton look at you in different ways between sips of drink number three. You felt warm. From drinking and Christmas cheer. Not to mention the crush on Ashton that developed into a full-blown fancy.
He wanted to make you say it.
To get you to admit that you were feeling what he had been feeling the first time he met you. You reminded him that you could be satisfied by yourself. Yet, you made emotions in him stir. They bubbled over—mostly crowded by lust as he watched you try to contain yourself. It seemed wildly unlikely that the two of you would get to the point of having sex at 1 am on Christmas Day.
But you weren’t surprised when Ashton gently held your face with both hands. You completed the kiss. Moving forward to settle your lips on his. His mouth was as warm and inviting as the fire. Smelling of alcohol as he invited you to come closer with a barely open mouth. Ashton pulled you in his lap with a quickness. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Tugging at his sweater as you pulled off the cardigan you were wearing. Ashton leaned back to pull off your shirt—admiring your skin as he began to kiss the valley of your chest. You played with his hair as he grazed his teeth over your skin. You could feel his pulling at the button on your pants when you tried to bunch the fabric of his sweater. Hinting that you wanted him to take it off.
You were intoxicated by your tryst with Ashton.
He settled you both on the floor in your underwear. Trying to imagine you under him for the majority of the night as you writhed in place. He settled his hands on the side of your hips. Watching your reaction as your lips parted when he pulled your underwear off. Ashton toyed with you as he bunched the fabric in his palm. Speaking to you in a low voice when he ducked down.
“You seem excited.”
Ashton’s smugness returned in a way that you didn’t expect. He had been soft around the edges all night. You figured he could be a little aggressive by the way that he tugged on your bottom lip after kisses. You enjoyed the fire that Ashton held. It was like rolling with the essence of passion. Trying to calm the effect of him on your body was an impossible task. He looked so good in front of you. His torso matched his defined arms—gripping you as he pulled you closer to his crotch. Your legs were open in front of his semi-erection. He hummed when you tried to move closer.
Making him buck his hips before moving away.
Ashton was trying to draw things out between you. He wanted to savor the moment of giving in to a holiday indulgence. Partaking in your body instead of other treats. You were over trying to wait for him of what to do next. You sat up,meeting Ashton in the middle as your pressed your forehead on his. You undid his pants as he touched between your legs. Whispering about pleasuring you when you got his pants and underwear down just far enough.
Being with him was a haze.
Ashton felt different and familiar at the same time.
He felt his way through fucking you. Breathing you in as he pushed himself deeper inside of you. His body was reactive to your touch. Your hands were around his neck when he bent down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You couldn’t focus on more than one sensation at a time. Your breathing was shallow. Making you feel lightheaded as Ashton gripped your lower back to anchor himself thrusting into you. It was as spontaneous as it was exciting.
You couldn’t have dreamed telling Shirely that you slept with the handsome man in cabin 5.
But here he was. Nipping at your neck as he spoke to you at a low volume.
“I’m close.”
You were so lost in the moment that you thought he was telling you he was close to you. Close to your body. Gripping your skin as he grazed against the edge of your g-spot over and over. Ashton’s fondness returned when he looked into your eyes. Rubbing your opening as he came, an orgasm ripping through him as he tried to get you to follow soon after. The man with care had returned--this time with wide eyes and a beauty that seemed to pure to be real. Your orgasm came quickly. Ashton suckled on your nipples while your head rolled back. Making his name fall out of your mouth involuntarily.
You sat to the side of him on the rug after he let go of you. Watching his naked body recover while you tried to grasp what happened. It was a release of pressure that you weren’t expecting. You needed it. It settled in how much as silence passed between you.
Ashton wasn’t trying to pretend like he was being overly sweet. He leaned on you out of feeling another person in general. He needed attention. He wanted love. And you were the closest thing to him that made him feel anything at all. You met in Bell Tree as two people that were alone.
Yet somehow not lonely on Christmas.
Ashton slipped your hand in his as he pulled a blanket over both of your legs. Breathing you in one more time as he settled his head on your chest.
accidentally seeing your christmas presents from michael - a soft christmas concept
“Did you see everything?”
Michael looked at you with wide eyes. You backed away from the bags on top of his desk, not trying to overwhelm him.
He looked heartbroken.
“No, I just opened the top one.”
Michael closed the bags in front of you, making sure that you couldn’t see anything behind his back. He smiled—pushing away any looming panic he had on his face as he spoke.
“I figured you wouldn’t be coming in here today. And of course, you came in here. I know you didn’t know any better.”
You put a hand on Michael’s forearm. You wanted to comfort him so badly. Seeing your Christmas presents weeks before he would have even thought to wrap them made Michael sad. He tried to do his best with giving you the best gifts.
Even though you said that he alone was enough.
“I only saw that sweater that I loved when we were away like 3 months ago.”
You kissed him softly, running a thumb over his cheek as you continued.
“I forgot how much I loved it. It’s so great.”
Michael exhaled. You sat on the desk, holding his face for as long as he needed to recover. He smiled before pressing his forehead on yours, his hand on your shoulder as he pouted.
“I just wanted all of it to be a surprise.”You nodded your head—making sure that you didn’t reveal that you were half laughing at him.
“Sweetheart. You’re the best surprise I’ve ever gotten in my life. You could get me a rock and I would cry.”
Michael was close but then came closer, his hands on your thighs. You could tell that he so wanted to do everything he could for you. The memory of Michael’s face so close to yours would be something you would try to always remember. Getting stuck in the moment of having an essentially perfect partner.
He stood in front of you as he finished his phrase. Trying to conjure more happiness as he held your hands together
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to give you a perfect Christmas every year.”
You wrapped yourself in Luke’s blanket while he was away most nights.
Being without him at home was okay until the night filled every window in the house. It made you sad in a way. Thinking of how Luke would most likely have you in his arms in the center of your bed, telling you a story that only made partial sense. You missed him like you missed anything painfully familiar--trying to pull yourself out of feeling it too much by petting Petunia’s head. You were falling asleep on Luke’s side of the bed when you heard barking in the living room. You were used to Petunia barking at the smallest sound in the middle of the night. She ran in the room to bark at you when you saw who came behind her.
“Luke?”
You ran to him--letting the blanket fall to the floor. He squeezed you so tight that your feet almost lost contact with the floor. You weren’t expecting to see him for at least another week, as the band had loose ends to tie up after touring for most of the year. Luke kissed your head and cheeks as he set you down, dropping his bag at the same time.
“How are you so early?”
Luke sat on the end of your bed before answering. He laid back, tapping the mattress for you to join him.
“We all decided to cancel a few things or move them around. I didn’t want to be gone for another week. I missed you too much.”
Luke’s hand came to your jaw. He ran his thumb over your cheek before moving forward to kiss you. It was the exact moment you had fantasized about hours before. Luke’s smell and his touch meeting your body with an uninterrupted flow of affection. You sighed into him--pressing your lips to his as your hand found his hair.
Soft Michael taking you to see Star Wars in honor of the movie coming out tonight ❤️❤️ Ps this isn’t Steff.
This isn't Steff, but @h0tsos might love this concept anyway. ;-)
“You’ve never been to a midnight premiere?”
MIchael looked over at you as he held your drinks and snacks, following you down a row of empty seats in the otherwise packed theater. Michael sat next to you before he snuggled up to your shoulder. Rubbing his face against yours as he sighed into your shirt.
“This is going to be so much fun.”
Seeing Michael as excited as he was made it worth it for you. He was as giddy as ever, looking up comments about the movie on Twitter and explaining his own theories about how the most recent Star Wars series would end. You couldn't help but rest your hand on top of his when he was in the middle of his sentence. You were mesmerized by how special it was Michael wanted to share this with you. You liked it too. But to have a memory you'd be able to treasure with him meant everything and more.
“You’re so snuggly tonight babe.”
The previews hadn't even started and Michael had put your snacks in the seat next to him. He had taken you holding his hand as an invitation to get even closer to you. Reclining your seat back so he could lean over and kiss you. You laughed before letting him make his move--giggling while you tried to keep a low profile. Michael gently pulled your jacket to secure your position next to him. Kissing the side of your mouth after his lips lingered on yours. He settled on resting on your shoulder as the previews started. Softly tracing your knuckles as he held your hand. It was like being at home in public. You didn’t want to be 'those people' in a movie theater. But you were so drawn to him, you couldn't help but give in to how touchy he wanted to be.
I really want to just kiss Luke. Just holding each other and slowly moving your lips together. Just being close.
I bet he's such a soft kisser too. Feeling his lips on the corners of your mouth only to go back to the center, making you let out a little gasp before he kissed you again.
Luke wouldn't pull away too soon.
His hands would linger on both sides of your face, holding your head as he whispered sweet things before kissing you again. Cuddly and romantic, making you feel safe. ;_;
imagine cuddling with luke while he was in that super cute onesie ugh my heart. i hope you feel better!!!
“Someone’s feeling cuddly.”
You latched on to Luke. He held you gently while you rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes. You breathed him in like he was the cleanest air you had all day.
He smelled like clean laundry and notes of his aftershave.
You didn't move. Luke wore what was essentially a giant sweater, which made you feel like you had the world's most comfortable human blanket at your disposal. Luke’s forehead settled on yours as he played with the hem of your shirt--getting as close to you as possible on the small sofa.
Both of you began to drift off as time passed. You'd barely hear Luke speak as you settled next to him.
