#plainwhiteluke

nothin’ but love gc

it’s ya fave hoes making a groupchat! myself, @plainwhiteluke and @astroashtonio decided to make a groupchat to love on our faves and just be a happy lil chat that will hype up any writing, edits, selfies and everything else you post and also be a bunch of new friends who will love you endlessly. Sounds good? Feels good

Rules: 

-you must reblog this post, likes count as bookmarks only -fill out this form by january 21st -you must be over 18 -have iMessage

We will:

-pick 5 people  -hype you up and be supportive -talk about the boys and just generally yell our love at all of you -give you a group of friends who have the worst bed times in the world

if you have any questions, feel free to drop any of us a message and we’ll be happy to help out. 

i’m so sorry this took so long this week’s been insane

so we all know luke’s clingy and grabby and i feel like when he’s jealous that just becomes amplified, like maybe the two of you will be out to dinner and he notices your waiter’s smiling at you a bit too much to just be polite and he’s cracking jokes to make you giggle and at first, luke refuses to be that jealous asshole boyfriend who picks fights with the fuckin waiters so he just sits there with his jaw clenched the entire time. and if you’re anything like me, you wouldn’t even notice the waiter’s hitting on you, brushing it off as just being friendly to get a bigger tip or something, but then he puts the bill on the table and he’s written in big, sloppy letters if you ever wanna see what a real date’s like, call me ;) with his number underneath. before you can even process what that means luke just snaps, pulling out all the cash in his wallet and slamming it down on the table (and you take a peek at just how much money he put down and it’s easily triple the tab but at this point luke just wants to get the two of you out of there, he doesn’t wanna wait around to get change back or anything he just wants to go home) and he’s coming around to grab your hand and he pulls you into the most passionate public kiss you’ve ever had, right in front of that goddamn waiter, and even though he’s sure there’ll be pictures of this all over the internet in the morning he doesn’t care, all he cares about is showing that goddamn prick that you’re his girl and you won’t be going out on dates with anyone but him. as he pulls away and you’re gasping for air a bit he looks the now-gaping waiter dead in the eye before saying to you, “come on, babygirl, let’s go home now” (and if he mutters something about what he’s going to do to you when you’re home in a volume only the you and the waiter can hear, well, no one needs to know) and before you know it, you’re practically running to keep up with him on your way to the car. 

hi lovies!! i have recently reached 500 followers on here! it sounds so crazy but i never thought i’d reach it after having this blog for 5 years.

in honor of reaching this goal, i’ve decided to do blurbs and ships for you guys! thank you for all your endless support and love!! ✨

what you gotta do:

-reblog this to spread the word!

-a follow isn’t necessary, but i wouldn’t mind!

-have an about or face page or describe yourself!!

-send me an ask here, and give me an idea of what you want your blurb to be about (really anything goes, but i’m garbage at writing smut)

what you’ll get:

-a ship

-why i see you two together

-a blurb (based on your prompt- the more detail you give me, the more i can give you)

-a compliment

-3 songs shuffled from my spotify

Thank you so much to @dukehoods , @plainwhiteluke , and @flannelpunkcalum for putting this fic exchange together! It’s been fun to be able to write a few little things for @thecashtonexpress about Ashton! I really hope you like it Shamara! 

Since that night that Ashton admitted his feelings for you, you’ve been getting closer. He treated you like a queen and the friendship you had before definitely benefited the relationship you two had now. It’s been a few months and Christmas and New Year’s was right around the corner. 

Ashton was draping Christmas lights over the tree while whistling along to his Spotify playlist of Christmas songs. You reached behind the tree and plugged in the string, illuminating the branches. Ashton maneuvered around the tree to give you a sweet smile in appreciation. 

“Shamara, can you hand me that last strand?” He asked, motioning with his fingers to the last strand of colorful lights. You nodded and handed them to him and he pulled you close to kiss your cheek. “Thanks, loves.” 

You felt your cheeks flush a bit at his pet name for you today. He made a point to give you a different one each day to add some spontaneity. He would occasionally recycle some of them, but he came up with some creative ones. There was a day when all he would call you is “squish”. When you tried to argue about it being a bad name, he stopped you and explained that he loved to squish your cheeks and that he liked that you giggled when he did. So you grew fond of it. Eventually. 

Ash reached up and secured the last bit of the lights on the top of the tree. “There. Do know where the star is?” He wondered, running his fingers through his hair. 

“We could just put you on top of the tree,” You mumbled. 

Ashton looked at you and sputtered a bit, going red in the face at your words. His sputtering turned into soft giggles that made you melt. “I’m not a star.”  

“Yes you are, Ash,” You replied with a kiss to his cheek. 

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. He rested his head on top of yours and let out a small sigh. “I love you, baby. Let’s decorate the tree, yeah?” 

You nodded and reveled in the warmth of his hug for a few moments longer. When he pulled away, his fingers gently brushed the small of your back causing a shiver to run down your spine. He dropped a wink and gathered some ornaments in his hands. You joined in and hung pretty, weird, and adorable ornaments all over the branches of the big tree. Ash bumped hips with yours a few times and giggled when you did it back. He joked with you about how many ornaments the two of you had combined and loved hearing the stories behind some of the ones that you hung. 

“Shamara, remember this one?” Ash asked and held up a cute little teddy bear ornament. You looked it over and raised your eyebrows. 

“You still have this?” 

“Of course I do. You gave it to me when we first started hanging out. It was around Christmas and you just kind of shoved it into my hands and said ‘you’re a beary good friend',” He recounted, chuckling at the bad pun that you had, unfortunately, let loose. 

“I can’t believe you kept it, baby,” You murmured. 

He hung the little bear and took your hands in his, locking eyes with you. “Loves, I’ve kept everything you’ve given me. You mean a lot to me and whenever I look at one of the things you gave me, I think of you. It’s not a bad thought. It’s the best, actually,” He rambled, “Of course I’m going to keep cute things from you.” 

You squeezed his hands gently and placed a kiss on his knuckles. “You’re adorable.” 

He grinned. “I know. Hey, the tree looks pretty great! You up for some hot chocolate and a Christmas movie?” 

He let you decide which movie you liked while he whipped up some hot chocolate in the kitchen. He added a splash of vanilla and some marshmallows. He looked out to where you were and smiled to himself. He still couldn’t believe that you were here with him, decorating for Christmas and kissing him under the mistletoe. A few months ago he never would’ve dreamed that he would be in this place. He didn’t think you’d feel the same way. He’s glad that he got a bit drunk that night that he called you. He continued to smile as he carefully carried the mugs of chocolate back to you.

You had fallen asleep during the movie and Ashton didn’t mind. He got to hold you and keep you safe from…well…his lemon tree? He just liked having you in his arms. He pressed kisses to the top of your head and your forehead, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. 

When New Year’s came around, he had completely given his heart to you. He showed you off to the world and didn’t have a care in the world about what anyone said. He loved you more than words could say. He tried to put it into words, but nothing did his feelings justice. He held you close in public, held your hand, gave you soft kisses that turned into heated make-out sessions to his bandmates dismay, and took Instagram-worthy pictures of you to show off just how beautiful you are. He was the happiest he’d been in such a long time.

“Ash? You okay? You look miles away.” 

He blinked and looked at you, snapping out of his thoughts. A small grin played at his lips and he kissed at your cheeks. “I’m here, doll. Just thinkin' about you.”

You felt your cheeks flush. “Anyway…um. Midnight is in a few minutes. Do you want something to drink or anything?” 

“Nah, I got something to kiss,” He teased and pecked your lips. You smiled against his lips and wrapped your arms around his slim waist. He retaliated with a soft sigh and an arm wrapping around your shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you more, Ashton.” 

“You lie, Shamara.” 

“3…2….1…Happy New Year!” The crowd around you yelled and clinked glasses. Some people kissed, some just hugged, and some drank.

Ashton’s slender fingers lifted your chin slightly and his soft lips pressed to yours. He kissed you gently at first, but it melted into one filled with passion and love. He showed you his love in his actions and held you close, moving your mouth with yours. All of those years of loving you finally came to the ending he wanted. But he knew it wasn’t an ending, it was the most wonderful of beginnings. 

He slowly broke the kiss and lingered ever so slightly near your lips. His beautiful hazel eyes stared into yours. He knew right then and there that you were the love of his life. “Happy New Year, Shamara.”

ida my queen of angst i love u???? you just made me cry with this phew

ship + why: who else but Luke??? y’all would make one hot couple sis phew but i think the only time you’d make him cry is when you say yes to marrying him thnx bye :’)

best friend: calum