#boomerash

5sos shawty passes

Flo I cannot tell you how much I absolutely love AND hate this request because I have a very particular soft spot for 🤠!Ash. This was painful but I pushed thru just for you 😩

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When you first started spending the night at Ashton’s you typically would bring your own change of clothes, being in a relationship prior to him where your significant other acted completely inconvenienced by you wanting to wear their clothes, so you stopped asking - and it seemed to translate over to Ashton as well.

One night though, you both had gotten drunk, stumbling home from the bar near his house in a fit of giggles, falling into his bed in a heat of tangled limbs and vodka hinted kisses.  When you woke the next morning, you realized Ashton wasn’t beside you, but you could hear the shower running. You wanted to surprise him by starting breakfast, but as you bent down to pick up your shirt, you were immediately hit with the scent of the drink you had spilled on yourself the night before, nose wrinkling at the stomach turning scent.

Your eyes landed on Ashton’s AC/DC shirt laying on the floor, and you hesitated.  Perhaps he wouldn’t be upset when he realized that your shirt was completely unwearable in it’s current condition, so you slipped it on, figuring it would probably be better to ask for forgiveness later on.

You were sipping from the coffee you made yourself, waiting for the oven to heat up so you could toss the hashbrowns and bacon into the oven (far too lazy to cook the bacon on the stove top) when you heard Ashton give a small gasp behind you, “You’re wearing my shirt!”

“I’m sorry,” You immediately replied when you turned around, the rest of your excuse that you were about to give died in your throat when you saw the large grin on Ashton’s face.

“No, like... It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes,” He gripped at the side of the shirt, pressing his lips to your forehead.  “I thought I was just always too smelly for you to want to wear my clothes but were too nice to say anything.”

“Oh! No, I uh... My last relationship, they acted really put out that I wanted to wear their clothes, so I’ve just stopped asking anyone.” You replied shyly, eyes cast down into the coffee in the mug.

Ashton tilted your chin up so you could meet his eyes, pressing his nose to yours, “What’s mine is yours, angel, steal my clothes any time, they look good on you.”

or.........both? 👀

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Your apartment was quiet. The stillness of the area covered you in peace, the single lit candle on your bedside table filling the room with the soothing scent of lavender as you laid in bed. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to keep yourself awake, a text conversation keeping your attention for the most part. 

Clink.

The sound was soft but practically deafening within the quiet of your home, your mind suddenly alert as you bolted upright.

Clink. Clink clink.

The final sound launched you up from bed, your hands fumbling to grab the baseball bat Gideon had left for you for the weekend, the cool metal gripped in your hands as you slowly stepped towards the living area. 

A window had small specks of dirt on it, your heart pounding and filling your ears as you watched it fly open, a solid thud shaking the window frame slightly by the sheer force. A hand dramatically appeared, grabbing the frame as you pressed yourself against the wall just around the corner, peaking around it as subtly as possible to watch the rest of the man climb into your apartment. 

The sight of the devilish smile made you groan, your body relaxing as you saw the familiar dark hair and glint of the silver rings. 

“Ashton,” you snapped, stepping around the corner. The bat was still gripped within your hand, the King of the Underworld chuckling darkly at the sight. “Would you stop climbing in through the windows, it scares the hell out of me every time.” 

“No can do, princess,” he said, a scoff escaping you at the nickname. You glared at him as he flicked his wrist, the bat being tugged from your grip. Stubborn as ever you held on to it, being dragged across the room to Ashton as he grinned at you. His fangs were visible in the look, the points of them sending a chill down your spine.

You huffed, letting the bat go as you stomped away. “I swear you were a serial killer in your past life,” you mumbled, crossing your arms across your chest. 

A tug on your arm made you turn around, annoyed at the smirk on Ashton’s face. “What were you doing with this bat?” He asked, the metal object held in his hands as he stared at you. 

“Well, until I saw you step inside my apartment,” you spat, your anger bubbling up at his stupid smirk. “I thought someone was here to kill me. So, excuse me for not providing a warm fucking welcome, Your Majesty.” The last name was said mockingly, saliva spitting from your lips as you gave him a dramatic but mocking bow. 

Ashton raised an eyebrow at you, the bat disappearing from his hands before reappearing against the wall. His wrist flicked and you went flying across the room, your back slamming into the wall that separated your living area from your bedroom, the sudden impact taking your breath away. 

Just as suddenly, Ashton was in front of you, his hand pressed against the wall just above the side of your face. You gasped, surprised by how close he was to you; you could feel his hot breath on your cheek as you turned away, his free hand coming up to harshly grip your jaw, forcing you to meet his hazel eyes as he pressed the back of your head into the wall. 

“So disrepectful,” he mumbled, his eyes taking in your form. There was something in them that made them darker than usual, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His grip tightened on your jaw, nails digging into your skin as you fought to conceal your whimpers of pain. “Best we force some manners back into you, hmm?” 

“Fuck you,” you spat, hatred burning in your belly. “I’ll never respect you.”

Ashton smirked, chuckling darkly once again as he pressed himself against you, pinning your body against the wall. 

He could work in hufflepuff but I think with his more daring attitude to stand up against those who have gone for who he loves is too much of a Gryffindor quality. I think ash would absolutely slaughter dada class with gifted ease but his fave would deff be Herbology bc plants have healing powers and if anyone wants to know something plant related, be it the languages of flowers of what plant would be best used to help ease sunburn, resident green thumb Slytherin Ashton would know and trade knowledge with practiced ease.

Ravenclaw!Michael he would excel at charms because it’s about precision with casting but he’d absolutely love astronomy. At first because it meant he got to stay up later but then as he learned about the stars and planets he’d most likely take it to NEWT.

Flo!! I just listened to it and holy shit??? Thank you for a dream I didn’t know I had?