Anonymous said: Okay so, you & ashton go on a date at the theme park and you wanna go on every roller coaster but he's secretly scared of those monstrous rides. He goes on it anyway, and keeps holding your hand because he feels safe with you
Ashton could never resist you, especially when you had the widest, most innocent eyes and the brightest of smiles as you jumped up and down with your intertwined fingers still in tact. Even if you were pointing toward the giant roller coasters on the opposite side of the theme park he’d brought you to on a date, the side of the park that seemingly didn’t exist to him as he always avoided it. Because truth be told, bulky, muscle stacked Ashton Irwin was scared of roller coasters, but he wouldn’t let anyone other than his mum know that. So you don’t even see his moments hesitation as he is suddenly being dragged in that direction and plopped straight in the middle of a line to ride the tallest piece of machinery he’d ever witnessed that could easily topple upon itself in seconds. But none the less, he’s never complaining, just calming his hammering heartbeat on his own and periodically wiping his palm against his jeans so you don’t feel the light sweat that’s starting to appear. And you are too caught up in your excitement that you don’t even realize until the ride attendants are pulling down your lap bars that he’s visible shaken and you’re questioning, “Ash, are you okay?” And he’s shrugging and offering a forced smile as he reaches over to grasp your hand, threading his long fingers into the spaces between yours as he states, “I’m okay when I’m with you.” And you’re not sure what the sudden swell in your heart and stomach is from; the immense amount of love you feel for your boyfriend that will do absolutely anything to see you smile, or the fact that you just plummeted three hundred feet at a speed of sixty miles and hour.
Anonymous said: Luke noticing the quiet pretty art student in school and realises that she's an amazing artist. Upon wanting to get to know her, he finds out that she has an amazing voice and is learning to play the guitar. He basically develops this huge crush on her and isn't sure how to talk to her until one day he finds her practicing with her guitar and goes up to her offering to teach her. Basically wanting any excuse to spend time with her and ask her out
She was the most intriguing girl in the class; she picked the one seat in the back row, she was the only person to carry in her own supplies on the first day, she was the only one that brought earbuds that she never took out, she was the only one who knew the instructions before the professor even finished, she was the only one with some prior ability before entering the class, she was the only one who hummed out loud in class without caring who looked at her, she was the only one who didn’t care about paint splatters and she was the only one who had yet to say her name. And Luke becomes completely infatuated with her, often not finishing his own assignments because he watching the way her hand moves across her canvas or listening to the pitched sound of her hum that obviously has some training in vocals. And one day he finds her outside the cluster of art buildings, perched on a stone bench with a crisp new guitar case open in front of her, the shiny wood of the acoustic reflecting from the fall sun overhead. And for once, she lacks the earbuds so he’s able to approach her without scaring her, and he’s gently sliding in beside her as he greets lightly, “Hi!” And the smallest of smiles is curving to her lips as she continues to pluck a single string without a pick, just the length of her fingernail. “You’re Luke,” She states ever so slightly, turning her head to rest her cheek against the instrument. “You’ve improved a lot, in art.” And he’s flushing and stuttering, “And uh, you’re Y/N. Thank you, you’re amazing.” And she’s just smiling as she goes back to plucking and after a good ten seconds of silence he’s offering, “I could teach you, if you’d like. I’ve played for a good amount of time now.” And she’s shaking her head, “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” And Luke’s scooting closer as he gently removes the guitar from her grasp and places it in his own lap, immediately playing some Blink-182 song as he nods, “That’s good, because you didn’t ask, I offered.”
Anonymous said: can you do a luke blurb where you're home sick from school and luke comes home to surprise you but finds you sick on the couch and hes all cute and takes care of you and all cuddles and fluff? xx
Luke thought he was being sneaky by coming home while you were at school, hoping to hide out in your shared bedroom until you arrived home so he could attack you with kisses and long needed cuddles. But, as he tiptoes through the front door he finds you already home, skin a mix between pale white and a sickening green as you sprawled out across the couch with your forearm over your forehead and your eyes screwed shut in obvious pain. So he’s trying to be quiet but his immediate dropping of his bags kind of blows his cover but he’s acting like you didn’t just jump four feet in the air as he murmurs lightly, “Awe, honey,” before shuffling over to you. And he’s bending down in front of you as he brushes some strands of sweaty hair off your forehead and you’re frowning, convinced that your pounding headache is making Luke out as some sort of figment of your imagination, so to confirm you reach out to gently touch his face and when your fingertips brush over his lips his tongue is poking out to lick your finger and you grumble quietly, “You’re disgusting,” but he’s simply grinning as he straightens to his full height again and strides quickly out of the room. And when he appears moments later he’s grasping a variety of multicolored blankets in one hand and like three different bottles of medicine in the other and once he gets you to down some cold medicine he’s bundling you up in all the blankets before prodding, “Scoot over, gimme some room.” And you’re halfheartedly protesting, “But you’ll get sick too, you just got home.” And he’s rolling his eyes and placing his hands on your hips as he physically moves you over before sliding in behind you and fitting your now shivering body against him as he gently massages your aching stomach and presses kisses to the back of your neck.
Anonymous said: If you're taking requests, can you please write me an Ash blurb about him dating a short (is 5'3" considered short?) girl, please?? Thank you so much lovely (:
Ashton would probably tease you about your height but not like a ton. Ashton would probably be more of the boyfriend to always comment about how cute you were and anytime you put down your height he’d insist that he thought you were absolutely adorable and he loved you and your height so that was really all that mattered, right? And he’s probably carry you around on his back a lot because you would fit there like a puzzle piece and he was muscular and stocky so he’s just hold tightly to your thighs as the two of you paraded around the house or the recording studio or the dressing room or backstage. And this would also work in situations where you couldn’t see anything due to your height so he’d just bend down and grin hop on! and you’d jump onto and latch to his back like you guys always practiced. And kisses would be super cute because he’d obviously have to bend to touch your lips together and you’d probably try standing on top of his feet to gain a half an inch or so and he’s whining against your mouth as he pouts ow! which of course leads to the is that a fat joke? discussion to which he’s rolling his eyes and fully bending to your height and cupping your face with one massive hand as he descends his lips onto yours. (and probably halfway through kisses or in especially heated moments he’d trap your waist in his muscular forearms and lift you up so that you were eye level as you secured your legs around his waist and your hands on his broad shoulders).
Anonymous said: Ashton climbing into your room through the bedroom window and convincing you to go star gazing with him at 2am although you have a ton of assignments due in the week to come.
Master plan: stay up as late as it took to finish all of the weeks, procrastinated, assignments in order to have the rest of the week somewhat stress free. And frankly, Ashton’s constant texts and calls weren’t exactly helping you in your focus and concentration, and he’s certainly not helping you when you hearing a hard rapping at your window and pull back the blinds to reveal your grinning boyfriend with dimples, glasses, beanie and all. And you’re grudgingly letting him in, despite all your instincts screaming no he’s the biggest distraction of all!! And your instincts were right as he’s not even climbing in the window but instead holding out his arms as he instructs you to come on. And you’re frowning and checking the clock that’s blinking mockingly 2 am and insisting that you have to finish all these assignments. And at that he’s rolling his eyes as Ashton’s not exactly the type to finish homework or even start it in the first place and he’s stating what you’d been thinking the entire time you’d been working, “You have the entire week to finish those.” And eventually, with a few kisses and bright hazel filled pouts, you’re climbing out the window with your hand tangled in Ashton’s as he leads you over to his car and drives the two of you out to the middle of nowhere, probably a park at the old elementary school or a hill overlooking part of the town as the two of you trudge out to the untrimmed grass to flatten yourselves against the grass, hand’s intertwined and legs almost completely tangled as you simply sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company and you completely forgetting the pile of shit you had to do back on your desk (that you hoped blew out the window you left open).
Anonymous said: Luke writing a song about you and came into the room to peep at what he was doing, not realizing that he was actually writing about you and he gets really embarrassed about it hehehe
Luke thought you were still out shopping with your friends when he locked himself in the bonus room with his various instruments and writing materials. And you had been, except you had your friends drop you back off at the apartment because you were tired and just wanting to cuddle with your boyfriend who was home for a few weeks. But when you come home you find him not in his usual position on the couch with his phone and no pants, so you’re toddling down the halls in search of him (because you’d spotted his car in the parking lot and his keys on the counter) and eventually you hear strumming on an acoustic guitar coming from the spare room, but you find the door closed. So, you’re gently grasping the knob and twisting it slow enough for it to be void of sound. And you find him sitting cross legged in a twirling office chair with his guitar placed in his lap and a piece of notebook paper with quick handwriting scrawled across it. And you’re gently picking your way across the room to him as he continues strumming and humming quietly and you gently stretch your arms around his neck and he’s nearly jumping from the chair but calming when you gently kiss his temple and he’s coughing and choking out a hi as he scrambles for the papers laid out in front of him, adding thought you were out shopping for the day? and you’re frowning at his frantic actions as you nod, “I was, but I came home early. What are you doing?” and you’re all but wrestling the papers out of his hands as your eyes scan the messily written lyrics and he’s bashfully blinking up at you as he mutters quietly, “It’s about you..” and your heart just swells as you place the papers aside and climb into his lap to kiss him properly because you weren’t entirely sure you could be anymore in love.
Anonymous said: can u do a michael blurb where u have a migraine so ur like dying in bed with the lights off and everything (i get pretty bad ones :0) and michael comes to your apartment all jumpy and loud (as usual) and ur like trying to tell him to speak quieter but ur voice is so small bc of the pain and hes just like drowning u out w his hyperness
So you’re curled up under like twelve blankets with your face pressed into the pillow that you’re constantly flipping to make sure it’s as cold as possible and you have every light off in the house including all the blinds pulled so there’s literally no light anywhere. And it’s times like these when you regret giving Michael a key to your house as you hear the back door open and the loud yell of your obnoxious boyfriend as the entire house rocks with his bouncing as he hops through the house (flipping on all the lights as he goes complaining about how dark it is) and eventually he’s shoving open your bedroom door and yelling something like, “You’re still asleep it’s like one in the afternoon!” and he’s turning on the light and opening the blinds and you’re burrowing even further into your blankets and whining Michael! but your so weak and tired and exhausted that your voice is extremely weak and soft so he doesn’t hear you as he plops into bed beside you and tries to roll you over but you continue resisting him and only then does he crawl in front of you, his eyes bright and his smile wide and you’re softly explaining again, "Migraine." And his whole demeanor is flipping as his mouth downturns in a frown as he hushes, "oh my god baby, I’m so sorry," and he’s sprinting for the light switch as he turns it back off before galloping down the hallway to your bathroom to get your medication and a glass of water and he’s making sure you take it before cuddling to into him and massaging your temples and just repeating how sorry he is for the remainder of the day
Anonymous said: So you've always been wearing contacts whenever you're out with Luke and one day he decides to surprise you at home and ends up seeing you wearing your glasses and thinks you're really adorable although you basically made a run for it after opening the door to find your boyfriend there
Luke didn’t think much of showing up at your house at like ten in the morning on a Saturday because, one, you’d given him a key, and two, he thought it’d be awesome to surprise you. But, when he knocks on the door and you’re answering right away, only to let out a short scream and back out of the door as you slam the door in his face, he begins to rethink a little as his eyebrows pull into one single line and he’s debating knocking again. And eventually he’s rapping on the door and you’re opening the door like an inch and questioning harshly, “What are you doing here?” and he can’t quite see your face so he’s tilting his head and uttering slowly, “Uh, coming to visit you?” And you’re starting to say, “But I look-” and he’s rolling his eyes and grasping the doorknob as he states lightly, “Please let me in.” and you’re sighing and dropping your head as you step away and allow him inside and the first thing he’s stating is, “You wear glasses?” And you’re turning away and covering your face because that’s exactly why you slammed the door in his face and he’s gently grasping your wrist and tugging it lightly to get you to look at him and your reluctantly meeting his gaze through the smudges in the glass and the fondest of smiles is painting to his lips as he softly insists, “You look adorable in your glasses, don’t hide.”
Anonymous said: Blurb on building a fort out of blankets and pillows with ashton please?
It was probably like snowing or raining or something so you and Ashton were cooped up inside the entire day so, you’re giant man child boyfriend’s idea of fun is building a fort out of blankets and pillows without your consent as your making something in the kitchen and spot a moving fabric monster go trudging through as he’s dragging stuff into the middle of the living room. And eventually he’s convincing you that you can clean it all up tomorrow and to help him build it, so you’re stabilizing a bunch of couch and chair cushions together and stretching flannel blankets across it and then the two of you are crawling inside with even more blankets and pillows and sweatshirts and snacks and your phones and probably filming a few videos for Ashton’s instagram before cuddling up together in all the warm blankets and feeding each other the cold popcorn you dragged inside and it’s probably nice for a few hours until Ashton falls asleep and stretches out his legs, which in turn knocks over the far wall and sends everything tumbling on top of you.
Anonymous said: So Luke is teaching you how to play the guitar and you guys get really intimate
Luke probably came home one day to you seated in a chair in the living room with one of his many acoustic guitars propped up in your lap (the wrong way), forehead creased and tiny fingers trying to press in on the strings and he’s somewhere between complete adoration and amusement as he drops his keys and strolls into the room with an easy smile, his voice light as he inquires, “You want me to teach you?” And you’re looking up at him, completely embarrassed like a deer caught in the head lights as you pause before slowly nodding. And he’s gently taking the instrument from you as he coaxes you to stand and he’s sitting in your place before patting his lap. And once you’re situated between his thighs he’s placing the guitar properly on both of your laps as he gently grasps your hands, placing them in the proper position as he gently slips a pick between your fingers. And his voice is like so soft as he’s explaining and demonstrating to you what to do, and eventually you get tired of stretching your fingers and pressing the soft pads of your fingertips into the strings and you’re curling your arms into your chest and curling into Luke’s chest as he simply grins and places the guitar aside before wrapping both arms completely around you and kissing the top of your head as you drift off a bit and he murmurs, “Okay, we’ll continue later.”
sweetpeaharry said: can you do an ashton blurb about falling asleep on him gOD
Ashton was probably the first to initiate cuddling, especially after a date and you come home with full stomachs and tired eyes as the both of you slip into comfortable pajamas and fall under the sheets in bed to a movie you’d seen a thousand times that neither of you are even paying attention to. And you’re giggling softly at his ridiculous jokes and pointless stories and eventually he can tell that your eyelids are drooping and your voice is getting quieter and you’re yawning every few seconds so he’s growing quiet as he pulls you onto his chest so he can properly stroke your hair and kiss your forehead and he doesn’t even notice you’ve fallen asleep halfway through his humming to one of your favorite songs until he hears the softest of snores emit from you and he’s kissing your forehead and curling his arms even tighter around you to keep you in place and to hold you like a teddy bear as he reaches under the sheets to flick off the TV before tucking all the sheets around the two of you and starting to drift off himself to the beat of your heartbeat and your soft sounds and the smell of your hair and the feel of you just being there with him, tucked in his arms.
Anonymous said: Since you said you don't get some blurbs I sent in one of luke coming to your graduation!
You didn’t expect Luke to be at your graduation, as you knew he was very busy and very half way across the world. However, that didn’t keep you from being a bit down as your inspecting the gown and cap in your full length mirror, absently picking at the silky material as your thoughts whirled with why aren’t I more excited about this? And you aren’t aware that while you’re driving yourself to your graduation with your parents tagging along behind that they are heading to the airport to pick up your boyfriend who flew in just to come to your graduation. And you still aren’t aware of his presence while you’re sitting with all your fellow classmates who look, unfortunately, identical to you, and you aren’t aware as you’re receiving your diploma or certificate or whatever it is. However, you finally become aware as your spotting your father’s head over the crowd of swarming parents, and frowning when you spot another, taller, head that has fairly similar hair to Luke’s and upon coming closer you realize it is, in fact, Luke, and you’re shoving the document you just received into your mom’s hands before launching yourself at Luke which probably knocks your cap off as he easily catches with you a bright laugh as he twirls you around a bit, singing some off tune song about you’re finished with school! until he settles you back onto your feet to quickly peck your lips but you’re wrapping an arm around his neck to keep him there a bit longer and he’s smirking and pulling away as he taps your lips with his index finger and gestures with his eyebrows toward your parents. And when you’re pouting he’s wrapping his arms back around you as he brings you close and dips close to your ear to whisper, “I’m so proud of you. You did it!”
sweetpeaharry said: hello pal can you do a blurb about going apple and/or pumpkin picking with ashton bc I'm trying to get into the fall spirit of things :-)
Ashton would probably come up with the idea after some brief research of the area in which he found that there was a rather famous apple orchard nearby that also happened to have the best pumpkins around fall time. So, he’s ordering you into the car wrapped in jackets and scarves as he drives you to the place that’s virtually in the middle of nowhere and he’s all into holding your hand as you scale the rolling fields filled with apple trees as you occasionally pick some off the limbs but spend the rest of the time sharing intimate kisses as Ashton drags all your scarves away from your lips and eventually he’s teasing you about having to stand on your tip toes to grab the apples off the branches and he’s crouching and nodding toward his back as you latch yourself on and he secures his hands around your thighs as you’re now easily able to pick a few apples and you’re probably feeding one to him (to which he’s spitting it out and joking about you feeding him a worm infested fruit). And when you make your way back to the large red barn decorated with various fall decals and infested with small children cradling pumpkins, he’s helping you to pick out a pumpkin for yourself from the hundred plus ones dotted across this small field and eventually you’re picking out a little baby one and he’s scoffing and rolling his eyes but your jutted bottom lip and bright eyes don’t allow him to keep up his teasing act and he’s buying you the pumpkin and staring at you with the fondest expression the entire way back to the car because you’re so happy with your choice idk.
Anonymous said: Luke falling asleep on you
Oh my god Luke would come falling through the front door after a long day of being coped up in a studio with no one but like two producers and the other three idiots and his eyes are all droopy and a strand of hair has fallena way from his quiff and his bright blue eyes have dulled into more of a grey and he just collapses next to you on the couch and after a few seconds you’re reaching over to pull on his shoulders so he’s laying in your lap and he’s just blinking tiredly up at you for a few seconds before the lightest of smiles flits over his lips as he tiredly murmurs, “You look pretty today,” and you’re rolling your eyes and running your fingers through his hair as you insist, “You’re tired.” And he’s humming out an agreement hmm as his eyelids flutter shut and you just continue playing with his hair and periodically rubbing his temples until his soft snores emit over the muted TV. And you didn’t exactly think it through before now that you’ve got this big seven foot tall lug sprawled out across your lap but he looks too peaceful and too exhausted to wake up so you manage to wiggle a little bit so that you’re laying with his head in the crook of your arms and eventually you must fall asleep too because when you wake up next his arms are locked around your waist with his head buried in your neck and the sun in no longer filtering through the curtains.
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