#ah I'll shut up now and go get an advil

[smalldeerofmine]

You've heard about "Historians would call them friends", now get ready for "Modern sources refer to them as gay"

[lukeysgirl]

Omg can you pleaseeee write a small blurb about drunk clingy whining Ashton wanting to cuddle his friend (I find the girlfriend thing corny already so like a good girl who is a friend of his) I'll love you forever ❤️❤️

ofc ofc aha 

so i m a g i n e bringing a giggle, intoxicated Ashton home to your house. You had joined him and a few friends for a quick drink. But Ashton lost count and kept indulging himself. He knew for a fact that, though, that you’d be there and making sure he doesn’t overdo it. 

“Aw man, Y/N, ahe we havin’ a sleepover?” Ashton slurred, a wide grin playing at his lips as you began opening the door and helping him enter. His arm would be over your shoulder, depending on you to be his leg-assist to walk. “Your house, Y/N, is fuckin’ great, mahn. I love it.” 

“You are something else, Ash,” you giggled, closing the door as you guided Ashton to your bedroom and laid him on your bed. You watch as he gets comfortable and starts laughing a lot. 

“I’m fuckin’ drunk, man,” Ashton uttered, laughing at himself. You shook your head, humored as you left to get the boy a glass of water and a box of Advil for the morning. Returning, you found him sitting up with his phone out. “I miss Michael, dude. I haven’t seen him in so long!” 

“You saw him just 10 minutes ago, Ash,” you said with a giggle. He dropped his phone and gave an expression of shock, as though he just stumbled on something outstanding. 

“Oh shih, yeah,” Ashton breathed, having you laugh as you offered the glass. While he gulped it down, you began to go to your closet to grab a pillow and a blanket. “Whatcha doin’?” 

“I’m getting stuff to sleep on the couch,” you simply stated, glancing back with a blanket in your arms. Ashton’s lips dropped to a pout, puppy eyes lingering in those hazel eyes before patting the space beside him on your bed. You hesitated, but his lips turned to a soft smile as he awaited your presence. 

“Please?” He asked quietly. It was enough, as you tossed the blanket on the bed and sat on it. You began relieving yourself of your shoes, and then crawled to the space next to Ashton. “Thanks for doin’ this, by the way, Y/N. You’re a really great friend.”

“Anything for you, Ash,” you said quietly, a small smile teasing your lips as you began getting comfortable. As you did, you laid down to face Ashton, having him face you in return. His eyes were drooping, likely exhausted with his brown hair becoming a mess. 

“Hey, can we cuddle?” Ashton asked quietly, having you gulp in a bit of shock from the request. “I jes wanna be held, if thas alright with you.” You grinned, knowing how considerate and polite Ashton was. You moved closer and took his head in your arms. With his head now pressed at your upper chest, you began tickling his scalp with your fingers. Those light brown locks were smooth, the hairs almost like silk in your hands. 

“Does that feel okay?” You asked quietly. 

“Mm,” he responded, watching as his eyes slowly closed. His arms wrapped themselves around your stomach, being sure not to go down to the waist or any higher. His fingertips brushed themselves around your back for a brief moment until it stopped. He was slowly getting very drowsy. “…Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?” 

“You’re cool,” Ashton murmurs, his hot breath reaching your chest before he finally drowned into a deep slumber. You snorted quietly, patting his head delicately as you reached the lamp with your other arm and shut the lights. 

cute drunk ashy x