Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people then link them in the post.
Rule 4: Tell them you tagged them.
Their questions:
1. The last thing you ate?
I had two mini chicken kievs.
2. If you could have any animal as a pet what would it be?
A tiger or a lion, but they'd have to be tamed.
3. Your dream tour line up?
Ahh this is a tough question grrr. Umm, it'd have to include:
5 Seconds of Summer, All Time Low, Paramore, Fall Out Boy, 21 Pilots, You Me At Six, Green Day, One Direction, Little Mix, Fifth Harmony and yeah probs more but I can't think of anymore atm.
4. Fruity gum or minty gum?
Fruity gum all the way.
5. Do you tan or burn?
I just burn to death, never tan at all. I am as pale as a vampire yo.
6. What fictional character do you relate to the most?
Wow umm, tough question. A lot of people have told me that I'm like Luna Lovegood, from Harry Potter of course, but I think I'd also say Eponine from Les Miserables and Anna from Frozen (although unlike Anna I am hella ugly)
7. Most played song on your iTunes (or spotify)?
Migraine by 21 Pilots (although I don't listen to songs on my iTunes, I usually listen to them on my phone and I haven't synced the plays if 5eva)
8. The newest item of clothing you’ve bought?
A bought a shirt when I went and saw Les Miserables on the weekend and it's hella rad.
9. Sneakers or heels?
Boots lmao.
10. Favorite scent?
Like, any sort of guys deodorant. But I also like coconut.
11. Your earliest memory?
Other than my parents fighting it would have to be eating cake out of my Dad's hand on my first birthday.
My questions:
1. Your favourite book?
2. Can you keep secrets?
3. First concert?
4. Any siblings?
5. Dream job?
6. Favourite food?
7. Any pets?
8. Favourite movie?
9. When was the last time you cried?
10. If you could be anyone else, who would you be?
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a/n: so thanks to a youtube comment saying that "ashton has a james dean look about him", i decided to name the title after a line from if i'm james dean, you're audrey hepburn by sleeping with sirens. also thank you to jenny for sending me an ask and indirectly motivating me to write something.
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somehow or another, ashton had found himself getting into the art that is photography, and the first time he reunites with his band mates for a fresh start of their tour around their very homeland, they're puzzled to find a brand new camera hanging from the loop around his neck.
and he’s been taking a lot of pictures since then, from sceneries of the city line, whatever city it is that they’re in at the moment, to the most random candid pictures of the other boys. it’s a little passion he’s been harbouring for a few weeks now, and it fascinates them how surprisingly handy he is with the new device.
the shots he captures aren’t exactly professional, but they’re pictures that he swears he’ll keep until forever – when the band is no more, and when they’re all old and wrinkly – for the sake of looking back and remembering the good old days.
(michael tells him to shut up and stop being sentimental, but ashton just laughs it off and takes a snap of michael’s grumpy face to further agitate him.)
ashton’s new hobby doesn’t take too long to adjust to, and they all collectively agree that he’s always had the tendency to make the most keeks anyway, so maybe he really has been into that sort of thing all along. luke in particular though, observes ashton whenever he has his camera around, notices the concentration put into taking every photo, and thinks it’s a beautiful thing how he’s now delving into a more abstract form of self-expression. he’s always thought that ashton is a great appreciator of things in general, because ashton’s not self-absorbed the way some people he knows are, but this photography thing has revealed a deeper, kinder soul that luke has started to admire for the past couple of weeks.
“look, that’s amazing,” ashton would say upon seeing a gorgeous view from their hotel window, “i love touring.”
it’s kind of peculiarly incredible how a small, black rectangular thing can change someone’s perspective like that, and so luke’s curiosity is triggered and he decides to pick ashton’s camera up from the bedside table one day just before one of their shows, ashton watching him from across the room, slumping in an armchair.
luke fumbles with the camera, fingers moving along the edges over all the small, complicated buttons he isn’t familiar with in the slightest bit. he ends up pushing a tiny circular button and the lens closes, an ‘oops’ escaping his lips as his eyebrows rise high toward his hairline, blinking with confusion.
ashton giggles and he comes over, cupping his hands delicately over luke’s, navigating his fingers over the buttons as he introduces them one by one, along with all their functions. they’re shoulder-to-shoulder, ashton leaning his head slightly closer to see the screen better. “this is to see the camera roll…” about twenty thumbnails of all the pictures taken in the past appear on the screen, like bits of their memories being conserved into screencaps to be developed much later when the tour is finally over.
“this is for the settings, but i’m not going to elaborate on that,” ashton says, chuckling, the little huff of breath from his mouth tickling lightly over luke’s shoulder. a subconscious smile is spreading over luke’s face, because ashton’s laugh is really that contagious, and luke typically doesn’t have a strong enough immune system against that kind of thing.
“and this…” he traces luke’s index finger over a gleaming button on the top, then steps back slightly, repositioning his right arm around luke’s shoulders, resting his chin on his shoulder blade. he turns the camera around so the lens is now facing them, steadies their grip and lets it go off with a click, the lens closing down in a split second before opening again.
“and that’s how you effectively take a selfie,” luke finishes off the sentence, grinning, turning his head to get a glimpse of ashton from the corner of his eye.
ashton presses a soft kiss just under luke’s earlobe, and then unfurls from their close proximity, saying, “let’s look at the result.” he takes the camera from luke’s hands and the picture pops up on the screen.
“oh that’s not going on instagram for sure.”
“why not?”
“because it’s a couple selfie,” ashton rolls his eyes, “it’s supposed to be private.” his hazel eyes soften and luke smiles back, a tinge of colour in his cheeks just enough to make ashton close in to kiss him again, running his fingertips over the warmth radiating from luke’s skin.
their mouths fit perfectly, every flicker of their tongue against each other’s and the feel of chapped lips connecting with smooth ones creating a rise of intensity in the room. luke’s hand tangle up in ashton’s hair and the gap between their bodies are decreasing rapidly with every passing second.
a sharp knock on the door interrupts them, ashton jerking back slightly as michael’s voice calls out, “you two done shagging yet? we have a show to play at, just in case you’ve forgotten.”
“just a minute!” ashton responds, then keeps still until he hears michael step away from the door.
“are we really that obvious?” luke laughs in a hushed manner, hand still resting on the nape of ashton’s neck.
ashton shrugs. “can’t ever hide these things from those two, especially calum. he’s a snoop.”
“oh, trust me. i know.”
“come on, lukey lad,” ashton takes luke’s hand and leads him to the door. “we’ve gotta tear the house down so hard tonight, it’ll go down in history.”
luke remembers the countless amount of times ashton has said that he loves touring, and he then decides to agree, saying aloud, “i love touring. with you.”
