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(ma’am i’m soft)

83. “When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

The moment you met Calum at Luke’s annual Christmas party, you knew you’d become great friends. You shared common interests, whether it be a love for dogs or your similar music taste. He spent the entire night finding out the little details about you: which city you grew up in, your current field of study, even your first pet’s nickname. He listened intently, and took the time to get to know you. It was something you’d never experienced before.

Today was nothing new. You both laid beneath his white sheets, your forearm draped across his stomach while an old episode of Grey’s Anatomy played on the screen. It was your favourite show to watch together. His fingers drew delicate circles on your spine as he spoke, “Can I ask you something?” His voice seemed nervous, before gulping down the obvious knot in this throat. You two were honest about everything in your friendship, finding no room for secrets. You tore your eyes away from the tv, tilting your head up towards him, “Of course, Cal. Anything.”

He reached for your hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your soft skin. “Is something wrong lately? You’re often quiet.” He began, a frown evident on his lips the moment the words left his mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion almost instantly, your eyes searching for his gaze. “Are you bored of me?” he continued, his brown orbs meeting yours for the first time. You pulled your hand away from his grip, connecting it with his soft cheek.  “Why on earth would you think that?” You breathed out a light chuckle, grazing your thumb over his plump lips, “I’ll never get bored of you, babe.”

But Calum was half-right. Lately, work had been extra draining for you. All you wanted to do every night was eat, sleep, and cuddle with your best friend. And although the silence was peaceful for you, it was painful for Calum. He wanted to talk about your day, what you did at work, what you ate for lunch. He adored listening to your gossip, and the stories you’d tell. As the chuckle left your lips, he felt embarrassed by his question, internally hitting himself for even asking such a thing.

“I miss your stories, they’re the best part of my day,” His fingers laced with yours before he continued, “I just assumed you were mad at me.” You felt sadness at his words. You never intended for your frustration at work to effect your friendship with Calum. Guilt seeped into your heart as you rose from the mattress, placing yourself onto his lap with your knees either side of his waist. “Calum, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to bore you with my problems,” Your small hands cupped his cheeks, leaning forward to press a delicate kiss atop his nose. A smile spread across his lips at the feeling of your touch. “When I’m with you, I’m happy,” he sighed, “so I want you to be happy too.”

He placed a gentle peck on your cheek before pulling away slowly. Your returned to your previous position, your hand resting atop his lower tummy once again, “For lunch, I had a salad. I was thinking about going veggie.” He giggled at your words, peering down at you once more, “I wondered when you’d join the cool crew.”

sugarpie - what’s your favourite sweet treat?

This one’s hard!! I think ice cream is my favorite, because it’s like my go-to. But I also enjoy me a large amount of cheesecake, cupcakes too!

peach - what’s your ideal aesthetic?

thank u for requesting something my dear!!! i hope you like it 🥺

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“Oh fuck off already,” you mumble under your breath when another error lights up your computer screen. “Why won’t you work with me, you stupid, little-...” You’ve been trying to edit a little home video for Ashton on your laptop, and nothing works the way it’s supposed to. You’ve been staying at Ashton’s the past couple of days, taking care of his plants, cleaning his apartment and stocking his fridge in case he came home from tour earlier than planned. That’s why you’ve been hunched over the small computer, muttering curses under your breath when the screen freezes again when you want to make the tiniest change. After a day of yelling and pacing through the apartment, waiting for the effects to render, you finally thought everything was done and ready to export. 

“What do you mean ‘can’t play the video’?! Don’t be so fucking annoying and just play the dam thing.” You yell at your computer, frantically pressing down on the trackpad, trying to get the video to play. “Oh just bite me, you stupid thing.” You grit your teeth and briefly close your eyes as you let your head drop down in your hands. 

“If you insist.” The voice of the man you’ve been missing for weeks startles you, causing you to grab the empty bottle of wine next to you, ready to throw the thing at some creep's face. “The fuck?!” You exclaim when you realize it’s not some burglar but, in fact, your boyfriend who’s been leaning against the doorpost. “When the fuck did you get home?!” You blink a couple of times in confusion, wondering if it’s really him standing in front of you.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Ashton laughs sarcastically as he drops his luggage. His eyes wander over your body, taking in every inch of you he missed and finally rests his gaze on the wine bottle you’re still holding. “And what were you planning on doing with that.” He laughs as he walks closer to you. “I..” you stutter and you look at the green object you’re still holding. “I, don’t know, to be honest. I thought you were some sort of creep?” You place the bottle back on the kitchen counter and quickly jump off of the barstool you’ve been sitting on, finally throwing your arms around the neck of the man you had to miss for months.

“Let’s start this thing over, okay?” You mumble against the skin of his neck, his laugh vibrates against your lips. “Okay,” he whispers in your hair as he continues to hold the back of your head as close as possible, his other hand stroking your lower back.

“Hey baby,” your voice is soft, barely a whisper as you nuzzle against his chest, breathing in his intoxicating fragrance. “Welcome home, I’ve missed you.” Your lips meet his, starting off soft and slow but quickly deepening, becoming more needy and sloppy. His fingers run up and down your body, touching, caressing everything his fingertips meet, making up for the lost time. 

“Fuck...” the two of you pant as the kiss comes to an end, his forehead leans against yours, a smile tugs on your lips as he plants little kisses on the tip of your nose. “So,” a cheeky smile appears on Ashton’s lips, “Is the offer still on the table?” His voice is breathy and husk, his tongue wets his lips as he looks at you, his eyes full with excitement and anticipation. Your eyebrows knot in confusion, “What offer?” you ask, trying to read his eyes. “For me to bite you.” the man breathes before returning his lips to yours, picking you up and bringing you with him to his bedroom.

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i finally finished it!!!!!! the flower was...something else and sometimes also a bit of a pain to draw BUT i REALLY love how it turned out and i also learned so much from drawing this, i’m a happy lil flo. i hope u like it bb ✨💛

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