#afic: new years eve blurbs

[littledrummeraussie]

how about some fluff w "hey that's my shirt" kind of scenario? 😊💖

this kinda turned into fluffy-smutty, so I hope you don’t mind 😏

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“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

You giggled, turning back from the mirror to send Ashton a wink before touching up on your lipstick. Ashton stretched, arms hugging the fluffy pillow behind his head as he watched you, a smile pulling at his lips, eyes still sleepy but never leaving you as you’ve watched each other in the mirror.

“That’s definitely my shirt,” his voice was husky and low, laced with appreciation. “And you look like a real snack in it.”

“Aren’t you just the luckiest, Mr. Irwin?” you finally turned back to him, leaning against the dresser and slowly undoing the buttons that kept the fabric up on your shoulders. “How do I look?”

“Is that new?” Ashton raised an eyebrow, giving you a crooked grin. “You weren’t wearing those last night…”

“Course not! Didn’t go with my dress,” you rolled your eyes at him lovingly, and he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. “No, I got a few new sets just for this week. Just for you.”

Ashton let his gaze linger on you, taking you in in your black lacy lingerie and his white button up shirt, lips painted with his favourite shade of lipstick. He motioned for you, arm stretched towards you from his place in the bed and you laughed lightly, making your way to him.

“Come ‘ere, gorgeous!”

You climbed up on the bed, making sure to give him a good look at your breasts before settling in his lap, arms going around his neck. Ashton’s hands sneaked under the shirt, fingers squeezing your hips as he looked up at you, eyes full of love and adoration.

“You’re all sleep mussed and cute,” you rubbed your thumb against his cheek, the creases from the pillow still imprinted on his face. “Did you sleep well?”

“You wore me out last night,” he leaned forward, pressing a kiss on your collarbone, a finger playing with the strap of your bra. “Not that I’m complaining, Mrs. Irwin.”

“It would be too late anyway,” you stroked the short hair at the nape of his neck, making Ashton purr. “You’ve already married me.”

“That I did,” Ashton cupped your face in his palms, pulling you in for a long kiss, both of you slightly moaning as you’ve kissed.

Ashton wrapped you in his arms, shifting you until he could kick off the blankets then pulled you back to straddle his lap again, making you grind against his half-hard cock.

“Wanna fuck you in my shirt,” he nibbled on your bottom lip, palms sliding under the cups of your bra to tweak your nipples. “Can’t wait to see you wear all of them…”

“The lingerie or your shirts?” you giggled, pressing kisses on his jaw.

“Both,” he grinned up at you, hands tugging on your panties until you were skin to skin. “And then some more.”

“Always wanted to wear your lace shirt and get fucked in it,” you mumbled against his lips, sinking back on his length as you both groaned. “And the red mesh one…”

“Who said that married sex is boring?” he brought your face back to his, smearing kisses on your lips as you lightly rocked back and forth on his dick. “Things are just starting to get exciting now.”

“Think you could fuck me in a band shirt too?” you grabbed onto his biceps and he moaned, quickly fucking back into you.

“Only if we do it backstage,” Ashton squeezed your ass, already getting lost in his pleasure and the fantasy. “Gotta show everyone how hot and supportive my wife is.”

“It’s a deal,” you knocked your forehead against his, kissing him deeply. “Husband extraordinaire.”

[littledrummeraussie]

OH you are doing blurbs 🥺💕 may I ask for Ashton or Calum comforting the reader after something bad/sad happened in the book their reading, pretty please 🥺❤️ pmight or might not need it cause it just happened in the book I’m reading

Oh Sunny 🥺❤️ this was definitely calling for some Calum Hood treatment. ❤️

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“Don’t tell me you’re still up,” Calum yawned, shuffling next to you in your shared bed as he turned around. “You’re still reading?”

“Yeah, wanted to finish my chapter,” you mumbled, fingers playing with the page where your book was open in your lap. “But then it picked up and…”

“…and you couldn’t stop reading,” you’ve heard the smile in his voice, knowing you too well; you could never say no to one more chapter.

You nodded along, still thumbing the page but not turning it, and Calum furrowed his eyebrows. He propped himself up on his elbow, leaning closer and pressing a kiss on your shoulder – that’s when he saw you wiping away tears.

“Hey, what’s that?” he sat up, pulling you between his legs and you went willingly, burrowing against his chest. “They’ve killed your favourite, haven’t they?”

“Noo,” your voice was muffled against his skin, and he brushed his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“So they’ve killed your favourite…”

“Why are they always so cruel to side characters? They deserve so much better! Main characters get all the love and attention and no one is rooting for those who tag along on their stupid world changing journey!”

“That’s why you shouldn’t read past your bedtime, honey,” he closed your book and put it on the nightstand, wrapping his arms back around you. “You get way too emotional.”

“You’re not helping, Hood…”

“You know, I would say they are just books, but I know how much they mean to you,” he lay back down on the bed pulling you with him, and you sighed, letting him cradle you against his body. “They make these characters loveable for a reason. They are part of the story, they make it go forward. I’m sure there was a reason why they were killed off, but you’re still nowhere near to the end. You might just find some surprises as you go.”

“Have you read this one?” you’ve looked up at Calum who shook his head. “I’ve thought you could give me some good news…”

“I could google some spoilers for you?” he offered which finally made you giggle.

“No, you know how I feel about spoilers…” you rubbed his arm up and down, squeezing his hand. “But thank you. You really are the best.”

“I know,” he grinned at you, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. “Think you can sleep now?”

“I’m still not finished with my chapter,” the confession made Calum roll his eyes, already reaching behind his back to pick up the book.

“Alright, turn around you bookworm,” he let go of you until you turned your back to him, and he settled behind you to spoon you, one arm curled around you, the other holding the book up to the two of you. “Do you want me to read it to you?”

“Please?” you gave him a pout, and he pecked your lips, letting you burrow against him.

“So where were you, sweetie?”

[littledrummeraussie]

How about this angsty one with Ashton: “I don’t want to be in the same room as you right now.” 🙃

...you asked for it, Sky. It’s gonna h u r t.

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“Okay, you gotta stop acting like this and tell me what is bothering you,” it was the third time you’ve lost sight of Ashton that night, and everyone started to pick up on the tension between the two of you.

The little getaway weekend the group has planned seemed like a good idea, giving you plenty of time to spend it all together without the guys doing any actual work. Ashton seemed to be on board from the beginning, but then something happened when you’ve all left home, and he’s been acting up all through the drive to the cabin. His bad mood was gone only for a short time while you all had dinner, but when games were pulled out he turned sour again, constantly disappearing.

Ashton and you weren’t exclusive, but it was clear to the group that the two of you were more than just friends, and you had a feeling that they’ve planned the little trip to finally help you sort out your relationship. But by the look of it Ashton wasn’t on the same page as they.

“It’s really nothing, I’m just tired,” he stepped away from you, fumbling with the soda he just took out of the fridge. “Stop fussing over me.”

“I’m not fussing over you. Just wish you would tell me what made you all moody. Or at least tell Cal; he's been asking me since we’ve finished dinner.”

Ashton grumbled something, and you could feel him closing himself off. You’ve tried one more time to make him come out of his shell, stepping next to him and lightly rubbing his arm, the gentle touch usually helping him let go of his anger. Not tonight.

“Please, Ash. Let me in?” you squeezed his elbow, and he suddenly pulled away, turning away from you.

“I don’t want to be in the same room as you right now,” he gripped the counter, knuckles turning white, voice scratchy and low.

It was like a stab to your heart, and you pulled your hand back, wrapping your arms around yourself. He still didn’t look at you, but his breathing was quick, and you were sure he’s gonna explode if you stay there and keep asking him questions. Even though you wanted to understand, you’ve learned to give him space when he was like this. If he wanted to talk about something, he would find you – he always did. You just weren’t sure that after this he would even try and explain what is going on.

“Sorry for bothering you,” you took a few steps back, voice turning to a whisper. “Won’t happen again, I promise.”

You didn’t wait for an answer, but left the kitchen and Ashton in it, making up a bullshit excuse on your way about feeling sick or suddenly having a migraine, telling the others that he’ll be back shortly. You disappeared upstairs, tears freely streaming down your face the moment you’ve heard him make it back to the living room, acting like he didn’t just tell you that your presence was bothering him.

The fact that you needed to share a room with him didn’t make things easier. You were facing a long and hard night for sure.

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let’s go out with a 🎆 bang 🎆 and ask for some cute/fluffy/angsty domestic prompts?

[littledrummeraussie]

Reader standing in front of their mirror having unhealthy/hurtful thoughts about her body and Ash comforts her?

📢  Public Service Announcement:  📢 just because the last year was shitty that doesn’t give you the right to constantly put yourselves down! You hear me? I revoke all of your ‘putting myself down’ cards, going into effect immediately! Please return them to my desk.

Throw the negative thoughts out the window and start being kind to yourselves! Because you deserve it. Because you’re good enough. ❤️

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warnings: body image issues and self-hate

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“Hey sweetie, you’re coming?”

“I think I’m gonna skip this one,” you mumbled, quickly pulling one of Ashton’s baggy hoodies over your head before going back to the bedroom. “I’m not feeling too well. Might be just the weather or something. But you should go and have fun.”

“Are you sure about it?” Ashton caressed your cheek, concern crossing his features. “I can stay in and take care of you.”

“No, you go and meet the guys, ‘m fine. Just gonna go to sleep and I’ll be good as new tomorrow morning.”

You knew Ashton wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide as he pressed a kiss on your lips and left with the promise of coming home latest at midnight. When he was gone you slipped back into the closet, ready to pick up the mess you’ve made. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, fabrics wrinkling and creasing, shoes kicked into the corner, shelves and drawers mostly empty after everything was pulled out of them. Your knees gave out as you dropped in the middle of it all, fingers nervously picking at the hem of Ashton’s sweatshirt.

A tube of red lipstick lay next to your knee, used up and ruined. Your teary eyes followed the words you’ve written on the mirrors, inner demons snarling at you, mocking you and your body. A body that was useless, not fitting into any of the clothes in your closet, the only pieces being able to hide it all were Ashton’s clothes, all of them a few sizes too big on you. More than anything you wanted to spend the night out with your boyfriend and your friends, but in the end you’ve lost all your courage, knowing all the other girlfriends would be so much prettier than you, skinnier, more beautiful.

“Hey Y/N, I’m back!” you suddenly heard Ashton’s voice just outside of the bedroom. “I ditched the party, told the others you might need a nurse… Y/N? Babe, wha–”

You’ve tried to scramble up and out of the closet, wanting to pretend everything was fine, but it was too late. Ashton has already found you in the middle of the mess. A sob escaped your lips, fresh tears streaming down your face and Ashton quickly dropped down next to you, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey, I’m here, I’m here,” he kissed the top of your head, cradling you against his chest. “Take a deep breath, okay? Just breathe deeply, that’s it.”

His eyes followed the words on the mirror, ‘ugly’, ‘fat’, ‘disgusting’, ‘not good enough’ scrawled all over the surface, your fingers stained red where you’ve smeared some of them.

“I don’t think you’re ugly,” he whispered against your ear as he started to comb his fingers through your hair. “You’re none of those things.”

“I’m a monster,” you hiccupped and he shook his head, kissing your temple.

“No, the monster is only trying to take over your head. Don’t let it win. I know it says otherwise, but trust me when I tell you: you are more than enough. You’re beautiful. You don’t deserve to be treated like this – not by others, and especially not by yourself.”

Ashton turned you in his lap, making you look at the mirror again. He slowly reached out, pressing his palm against the lipstick and rubbed away one of the words, then the next one and the next one.

“They are just words. They can’t hurt you,” he spoke softly as he worked, not stopping until the only things left on the mirror were ‘good enough’. “Don’t let your mind play tricks on you.”

“How can you still look at me?” you mumbled, not daring to meet his eyes.

“It’s because you’re only focusing on your outer beauty, forgetting that I fell for your inner beauty, something that is invisible to most. But not to me,” he tucked you under his chin, and you rested against his chest, trying to make sense of his words.

Ashton shuffled a bit, reaching for something that was thrown over the floor, then you saw him uncap an eyeliner and he slowly started to write words on your bare thigh where the hoodie didn’t cover you. Words of love and kindness, words of an inner beauty you forgot about: ‘friendly’, ‘caring’, ‘pure’. ‘Heart of gold’, ‘best listener’, ‘good enough’.

“All these things… they are still you, even if you can’t see them,” Ashton whispered as he added word after word, drawing a heart on your palm when he ran out of space. “Don’t let monsters fool you. You’ll always be enough for me. You are enough for me.”

[littledrummeraussie]

I'm a sucker for grocery shopping blurbs so you know do your thing with that lol

Hope this makes you smile, Blanca!

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“Long night in the studio?”

The guy chuckled, a slight blush colouring his cheeks as he leaned against his shopping cart, bumping it against yours.

“Something like that. What weird craving does your friend have tonight?” he asked in return, and you nodded towards your cart.

“Ice cream. Breadsticks. Pickles, obviously. Tuna. Cheese puffs. And no, you don’t want to know how she pairs them.”

He laughed again, and you joined him, the absurdity of your situation clear to both of you. It started a few weeks ago when you moved in with your pregnant friend, her husband leaving on a business trip for a month, and since she had a really bad scare before you’ve found it’s better if there’s someone with her during this time. But you didn’t count with her midnight food cravings, making you go on grocery trips at the most unconventional times. This is how you met the handsome stranger who almost bought the last of the canned tomatoes your friend’s been eating day and night that week. The rest was history, and you ran into him almost every night you were out buying snacks and dipping sauces.

“Sounds yummi,” he pulled a face, reaching for some veggies almost without looking at them, his eyes trained on you. “When does her husband come home?”

“This weekend. So I guess it’s only three more trips for me while people look at me weirdly for the stuff I’m buying.”

“No more midnight shopping dates for us?” he suddenly asked, voice going quiet in the middle of his sentence, and you felt heat crawl up your neck. You’ve been calling your meetings in your mind midnight shopping dates as well.

“I might have to reschedule them for another time,” you mumbled. “It’s really cutting into my sleep time. And it’s kind of far away from where I actually live.”

He bit his bottom lip, quietly nodding along before picking up a few other things and making his way towards the cashier. You both paid for your groceries, leaving the supermarket together, knowing it was time to say goodnight. He followed you to your car, and you needed to realize that he’s been parking next to you, almost like he did it on purpose.

“I need to tell you something,” he turned to you when he closed the trunk of his car, rubbing nervously at his neck. “I wasn’t in the studio tonight. I only came because I was hoping you’ll be here too.”

“Did you come every other night too?” you raised an eyebrow at him, and he nodded shortly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I mean, I was, just… maybe at another time.”

“Look, I might be a little forward, but– I like you. Coming here and doing grocery shopping for stuff I don’t even need was just an excuse to get to know you better, and I’m– if this is one of our last dates, then I don’t want to miss my chance.”

“I would love to know your name first,” you stepped a little closer to him, and he chuckled, doing the same. “Cause I’d be happy to write ‘hot guy from the grocery store’ as your contact info in my phone, but that’s kinda long, don’t you think?”

“I’m Ashton,” he smiled at you, hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. “Nice to meet you. Your name is ‘cute girl buying weird food’, right?”

“Y/N. And I actually have a really good taste in food.”

“So how about you come over to mine once your friend’s husband is home, and show me what you can do with all the stuff I’ve bought just so I can see you?”

“Let’s talk about the details tomorrow. Same place, same time?” you tugged on the sleeve of his jacket, and he tangled your fingers together.

“It’s a midnight shopping date.”

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let’s go out with a 🎆 bang 🎆 and ask for some cute/fluffy/angsty domestic prompts?

[littledrummeraussie]

How Ash would react to the reader holding her boobs. (Idk if that’s normal but I do it all the time and it’s kinda comforting ngl)

LOL - I have a whole theory about the psychology behind this, but I’ll spare you all and instead give you a small little funny/cute blurb of Ashton.

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“Is something wrong?” Ashton furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, gaze moving from your eyes to your breasts and then back up.

“No? Why would you ask?” you blinked at him, not following his train of thoughts.

Ashton moved his hands in front of his own chest, imitating you and you looked down at yourself, slowly catching on to what he was asking about.

“So?” you shrugged, still holding onto your boobs. “It’s kinda comforting.”

“But like… you’re just standing there and holding them and… do all women do this? Is this the same as guys grabbing onto their dicks or…?” Ashton still stared at you, and you laughed, crossing your arms.

“You tell me, you’re the guy,” you teased him, and you could see a faint blush on his cheeks. “Is it comforting for you? Grabbing your own dick, I mean.”

“I’ve never thought about it like that.”

“Well…” you stepped in front of him, still slightly giggling as you grabbed his hands and pulled them onto your breasts. “What do you say? Do you find this comforting?”

“I– definitely love the feeling of them,” he laughed, lightly squeezing your tits. “Do you need help holding them up? Cause I would love to stay like this now…”

“Told you it’s comforting. Also,” you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “If you want me to, I’d be happy to just grab your dick. See if that would be comforting for you too, huh?”

[littledrummeraussie]

Something angsty with this sentence, maybe? ❤ "Because I care about you!"

warning: mentiones of drinking, drugs (spiked drinks) and a trip to the hospital

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“You shouldn’t be here.”

Ashton shoved his boot between the door and the frame as you’ve tried to close it, shoulder pushing against the wood as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“And you should have picked up the phone. You’ve declined all of my calls; that tells me you’re ignoring me.”

“I was sleeping,” you mumbled, pulling the hoodie tighter around yourself, eyes trained on your bare toes.

He clicked his tongue and stepped inside, closing the door behind his back. Both of you knew you were lying, but he was polite enough not to mention it out loud. Ashton stepped to you, knuckles brushing against your cheek lightly before you pulled away, suddenly feeling sick and embarrassed, the need to sit down again stronger than before. You still had a bad taste in your mouth after your time in the hospital, your memories hazy but the pictures from last night clearly telling the story of what’d happened.

“Hey, look at me,” Ashton’s voice was soft as he kneeled before you, hands warm against your bare knees. “It’s just me.”

“Right, like you weren’t the one throwing the party and bringing me to the hospital after drinking way too much than I can handle,” you ran your fingers through your hair nervously, still not being able to look at him. “I’ve made a fool of myself in front of all of your friends and ruined your night. You’re welcome, Ashton.”

“Look, I’m not saying it’s how I planned our first outing together, but it’s obvious that someone spiked your drink,” he kept rubbing your arms, and all you wanted was to melt into his touch. “And who should bring you to the hospital if not your own boyfriend?”

“Why are you trying to excuse my shitty behaviour?” you still couldn’t let go of the shame you’ve felt, thinking it was your fault that the night turned into a trip to the ER.

“Because I care about you!” Ashton tilted your chin up, leaning forward to press a quick kiss on your lips. “Because shit happens, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna give up on you after the first time things didn’t go as planned.”

“I care about you too,” you whispered, knocking your forehead against his. “I didn’t want to embarrass you like that.”

“Trust me, I can do that all by myself,” he kissed you again, a smile pulling at his lips. “Now come on, you look like you need some proper boyfriend treatment after last night. How do you feel about cuddles?”

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let’s go out with a 🎆 bang 🎆 and ask for some cute/fluffy/angsty domestic prompts?

[littledrummeraussie]

new year’s eve blurbs.

A series of blurbs to go out with a bang and start 2021 with some angsty and fluffy feels.

latest update: January 4, 2021 - requests closed.

collection tag.

because I care about you!. (Ashton comforting you after a drunken night)

midnight shopping date.

I don’t want to be in the same room as you right now. (Ashton and you have a fight) – part 1

I don’t want to be in the same room as you right now. (Ashton and you talk after your fight) – part 2

good enough.

Calum comforting you when something bad happens in your book.

hey, that’s my shirt!. (newlywed!Ashton and you have fun in the morning)

it’s kinda comforting.