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ghost-of-you · 1 year

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Okay no but @pass-the-5sauce mashton poll has me in my feels (you can check the tags there) so I'm gonna ramble. Mashton is hands down the most underrated duo within the band and that drives me insane because they are fucking fascinating???? I don't think they would be friends without the band and I think they didn't have as natural as a connection as cashton or lashton but i think that the fact that they had to work on their relationship makes them so !!!!!!!! Because like, they are opposite ends of the same spectrum in some ways and it shouldn't work but they wanted it to work, so it does. Opposite ends of the battery at it's finest. And it's crazy cuz you watch stuff of them during the self titled era because they had full conversation without saying a single word, they tend to get a but chaotic but they have an understanding going between them that's insane??? Also talking self titled era they wrote 9 out of 34 songs we got during that. Including she looks so perfect. Like, hello????? And they have so many little moments happening that are just soft??? And not just stuff like the massage gun, or the msg hug, with like physical affection, but they way they talk about each other, the way they look at each other, the way they're both so quick to stop the other when they start talking down on themselves. The way Ashton can get Michael body slamming into a table over how hard he's laughing, the way they gravitate to each other when they need to *judging intensifies* but they can't say it out loud. Like they have a SOLID friendship that comes from wanting to be friends that has them settled into the level of mutual respect and love and fondness that's just !!!!!!!!!!! My tag for them is my comfort idiots are fond of each other for a reason.

#i am partial to mashton #i really am #they are just !!!!!!#my comfort idiots are fond of each other #i'm rambling #come talk to me about them lol

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igarbagecannoteven · 1 year

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hi megs :) i can't believe you scheduled that ask game for over a year ahead but I am here to ask if you are so inclined to answer! 3, 11 (i know you try to be equal opportunity, but i'd love to know if you think you do have preferences despite that), 14, and 18 for fear the fever if you'd like -hazel

hiya hazel! thanks so much for sending these in i love you and hope you're doing well 💙 hopefully you still want to hear the answers to these lol

3. what are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? pining, completely off-the-wall premises, people being covered in blood, cars, friends to lovers, & general sillyness broken up by characters being emotionally devestated :))

11. are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is? i do try my best to distribute my love and fic writing across all the pairings, but i am human i am willing to admit that i occasisionally truck with favoritism (shh don't tell anyone) i have always had a soft-spot for writing lashton and malum, partly bc of what was going on in the fic community when i joined & bc i think their dynamics are pretty natural for me to write. like i can't imagine writing malum as anything other than friends to lovers which is one of my favorite tropes, and lashton are very easy to emotionally devestate bc i have a pretty clear idea of what my fictionalized versions of them would do in response to x thing happening to the other. but i also go through spirts of favoring other pairings! there was a period of time where all the wips i started were mashton (and someday i will finish them,,, someday)

14. are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer? oh definitely! i think anything that starts to enter the morally grey area (ie fics involving violence or sa or sh) are ones that i don't tend to read unless i know the author's work, just bc it can be really easy to butcher a darker-themed fic, either making it unrealistic or overly romanticized or too preachy for my tastes. i also tend to be pretty hesitant to read fics that are written in a non-au (or in an au very similar to our world), and i like to be familiar with what the author thinks of each of the band members before i dive in. it's fine if their interpretation is different from mine (and it often is lol) but i like to know what to expect and know that they aren't going to be portrayed in an incredibly flat manner. what can i say i'm a bit of a writing snob lol

18. if you wrote a sequel to [fear the fever], what would it involve? welll i may or may not already have a doc with sequel ideas for this fic sooo 👀 i'm still deciding exactly how i want to handle it, but the idea currently in the lead is following them on their roadtrip to malum's wedding and exploring all the struggles that would come with that (only being able to travel when the sun's down, dealing with luke's craving and being regularly trapped in smaller spaces together like the car & motel rooms) and *meanwhile* we'd be following mali koa, who is also on the way to the wedding but she's a secret vampire hunter *cue dramatic music* who picks up on signs that a newborn vampire is heading the same way she is and decides to track it down along the way. the drama! the suspense! the potential! i would love love love to write this and it may be the next long(er) fic i write after i finish my monstrosity of a wip

#i have so many thoughts and feelings about lashton in that fic you have no idea #the tension btw them would be off the charts and the interal struggles for each of them would be soooo tasty #and that's not even getting into the fact that i'd get to flesh out my concepts for a world with vampires & werewolves in it #so yeah hopefully in the next five years lol #answering mail #hazel #the trash talks

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allsassnoclass · 3 years

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my masterlist has been fully updated!

#personal #to anyone who saw me being exhausted and moody in the discord: i did reorient the mashton college au #thankfully this time all of the links worked first try because if they had not i might have cired #*cried #because i am tired #but i didn't want to leave it only partially complete #so the masterlist is fully updated! all my writing from this blog is linked there in some way #also. off-screen. since i never actually made a post for it #so everything on my blog PLUS that #that was Early Days of this blog being active #i'm so tired lol this week has been so busy and so much work #i was going to maybe try to do a prompt fic tonight but i went to the grocery store then had a convo with my housemates #and we were talking about things we don't understand. plus we're all very tired. so it was hilarious #but that meant i did not have time/brainpower to write or to read

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ghost-of-you · 2 years

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allsassnoclass · 2 years

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HAZEL! i am giving you the prompt "high fiving" and i don't care who you write it for but if you'd rather i choose then i choose mashton. xoxo bella

well. in a strange turn of events, i'm going to ignore the mashton suggestion

mirry: high fiving

"Okay," Michael says, climbing into Harry's bunk. Harry obligingly shifts over as much as he can, trying to avoid Michael's elbows and knees in the intricate dance they do every-so-often to position themselves comfortably in a bed made only for one person.

"Okay what?" Harry asks after they've situated themselves in a way that works, Michael's leg thrown over Harry's and his arm acting as Harry's pillow.

"Oh, right," Michael says. "I came here to say something. If they try to use our relationship in the prank war, you can't let them. I'm already nervous enough coming over here to sleep, I don't need you to give me trust issues, too."

Harry hums. A few weeks ago the guys in 5 Seconds of Summer began a prank war against the One Direction camp, and the results have been catastrophic. Silly string, post-it notes, dog toys, 12 cans of soda, and a live goldfish (now given to Paul and lovingly named Rodger) have all been used in various ways in an all-out brawl, and that's not even the half of it. There have been many casualties on both sides. Harry's just glad that the blue hair dye washed out of Zayn's hair relatively easily, because their Lou would've pitched a fit otherwise.

"Alright," Harry says, thinking of how easily Harry could lure Michael to the bus for an ambush or the secrets they've shared that could be used as leverage. He's honestly surprised that Louis hasn't suggested it yet. "You won't let your band use us, either, right?"

"Of course," Michael snorts. "I love my band, but I love--well, I like you, too. A lot. I'm not going to let a prank war mess that up."

Harry can see the crimson tint of Michael's cheeks in the bad lighting. He hopes that no one in the band is around and listening, because Michael's first use of the word love in relation to them should be a private thing, even if it was a slip of the tongue that he doesn't quite mean yet.

"I like you a lot, too," Harry says simply. He can see Michael's grin in the bad lighting, too, and leans forward to kiss it right off his face.

-/-

The next day he gets a text from Michael accompanied by a picture of the fridge in their bus, which seems to be filled entirely with something white and fluffy, possibly shaving cream based on how much Liam bought at the store yesterday.

what did you fuckers do with my jello cups the text reads, then this needs to stop im hungry, then break a leg 2nite btw <3

Harry spends the entirety of the performance partially braced in case the emos decide to retaliate in the middle of a concert (again). Afterwards Louis sidles up to him and asks if he knows what type of shampoo Michael uses with faux innocence.

This definitely needs to stop.

-/-

Michael invites Harry over to the 5sos bus that night, and they stay up late making plans in hushed whispers. When he sees his band the next day everyone looks worse for wear due to multiple alarm clocks hidden on the bus and set to go off at different times, which earns Michael multiple death threats that he brushes off easily. He swears up and down that he didn't know, but he's a really bad liar.

"Did you invite me over so I'd actually get to sleep?" Harry asks. Michael shrugs. "Aw, that's very sweet."

"Shut up," Michael says, giving him a push.

"I'm serious," Harry laughs, bouncing right back. "You're sweet. You can be sweet and punk rock at the same time."

Michael's face twists up in the way it does when he's trying to hide a smile. Harry doesn't comment when he links their pinkies together as they walk through the venue.

-/-

Twenty minutes before 5 Seconds of Summer is meant to perform, Ashton, Luke, and Calum burst into One Direction's dressing room wearing only one shoe each. Harry glances up briefly from his spot on the couch, then returns to looking at the meme that Michael found on his phone, legs thrown over Harry's lap.

"You," Ashton says, pointing at Louis. "Where are our fucking shoes?"

"Where are ours?" Louis spits back, barefoot and holding up his right shoe like a projectile weapon. "Every single pair of shoes in this room only has the rights!"

"If you didn't take them, then who did?" Calum asks. Michael coughs pointedly, bringing all of the attention to them.

"Now that we're all here, Harry and I have something to say," Michael says. "We're putting an end to this prank war. We want to make out in peace without worrying about whatever bullshit everyone is coming up with to make each other miserable. It was a good run. There were some awesome pranks. I know I speak for the rest of my band when I say we enjoyed finding pictures of Chad Kroeger hidden everywhere, and I'm sure we'll still find more until the tour ends. But I want to hang out with Harry without worrying about the next prank, and I miss when we all hung out as a group. We'll tell you where the shoes are if you promise to stop the prank war."

The room erupts into sound. It's not a huge dressing room when all nine of them are packed in it, and Harry winces when Michael opens his mouth and starts yelling nonsense next to him at the top of his lungs until everyone else falls silent.

"So?" he asks. "Do you want your shoes or not?"

"Harry, what do you have to say?" Niall asks. "Are you going to betray us like this?"

Harry shrugs.

"I think Michael's right," he says slowly. "Can't we be friends again? Without the pranks? Why do we have to fight?"

"Well said, babe," Michael says.

"Yeah, a regular Romeo and Juliet moment over here," Louis says dryly. Harry sticks his tongue out at him.

"I want my shoes back," Luke says. "Truce?"

He extends a hand, which everyone in One Direction eyes warily until Liam finally steps forward and takes it. The handshake is passed around with slaps on the back and general "good prank, mate"s. Michael holds out his hand and Harry slaps it in a very triumphant high-five.

"Fuck yeah," Michael says.

"Nice job," Harry says, looping his arm around Michael's neck so he can tug him down and kiss his cheek. Someone in the group yells "ew, gross!" which they both hold up their middle fingers to and start making out in retaliation of.

Harry gets hit with a shoe, which startles him enough to pull away.

"Ow," he says.

"Give us our shoes," Ashton says sternly. "We go on in fifteen minutes."

"Oh, right," Michael says, launching himself from the couch. "This way!"

He leads everyone on a march out of the dressing room like a triumphant drill sergeant, mixed ranks of One Direction and 5SOS members following behind. Harry watches them from the couch, both shoes already securely on his feet, and smiles at the thought of Michael and him bringing everyone together again.

He also knows where all of the Chad Kroeger photos are, and the emos definitely still have a few surprises for them back at the bus.

#my writing #mirry #drabble #baby's first mirry! whoo!#this was fun. i hated trying to think of pranks for it #almost as bad as trying to think of gifts for ficmas #also bella i'm not going to answer your other ask in case monse doesn't want it spoiled #but i was right about it being tswift lol.#i am not a swiftie and i don't know that particular song so that's fine

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allsassnoclass · 4 years

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Can you do Mashton with #62 & #2?

Yes I can!

62. “Do you have a ride home?”

2. “Stay here tonight.”

Sometimes, Michael really wonders what his younger self would say if he could see him now. For example: at this precise moment, he's puking in Ashton's bathroom and Jack Barakat is halfheartedly rubbing his back. Fifteen year old Michael would lose his shit. Current Michael just wants a glass of water and for Jack to stop making fun of him.

"Still I lightweight I see," Jack muses.

"Fuck you. I'm not a lightweight," he grumbles, trying to push his hair out of way again and spitting into the toilet. "I was already drunk by the time you got here, then you convinced me to do shots with you. This is your fault!"

"Or you just don't know your limits, you lightweight."

Michael flips him off, but he can't respond with words because he's retching again.

It's been a while since he's gone overboard with the alcohol, but this time he cannot be blamed. It wasn't his idea to get drunk and talk about the album (although he has to admit that it's probably going to make for a great video series), and it wasn't his idea for Ashton to start a party, and it definitely wasn't his idea to do shots of tequila (tequila! of all things! he doesn't even like tequila!) with Jack Barakat once they stopped filming.

"Hey, is he alright?" Ashton asks from the doorway. Michael gives him a thumbs up and spits again, sitting back on his heels to look up at him. Michael thinks Ashton looks good drunk. His face gets nicely flushed and he smiles easier.

"All good in here," Jack says. "Mikey drank too much."

"Which is your fault!"

"Don't blame me for your own mistakes, young one," Jack says solemnly. Michael flips him off again.

"I can take it from here," Ashton says. "The party's winding down, so you don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"I don't need to be taken care of," Michael says. "I'm a bit drunk, not an invalid."

"Think I'll probably call an Uber then," Jack says, completely ignoring him. Michael pouts before he can stop himself, but Jack pats him twice on the head when he stands up. Slightly drunken head pats from Jack Barakat are another thing that fifteen year old him would be in awe of.

"A few people are getting ready to leave now. You can see if someone lives near enough you to carpool," Ashton says. Jack nods and leaves the bathroom. Ashton takes his place and makes a face when he looks in the toilet.

"Gross, dude. Are you done?"

Michael nods and Ashton closes the toilet lid, flushing everything down. Michael grips the edge of the bathroom vanity and hauls himself up. He stumbles a little bit, but Ashton steadies him and turns on the sink so he can rinse out his mouth.

"Do you have a ride home?" he asks. Michael shakes his head, which makes the room spin a bit more. That was a stupid question. He drove here and he's obviously in no state to drive home.

"Yeah, that was a dumb question," Ashton says, reaching out and brushing his hair away from his face. Michael grimaces, because his hair feels weird and sweaty and he doesn't want Ashton to be grossed out. "I think Luke and Cal already left."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" he grumbles.

"Stay here tonight, obviously," Ashton says. "If someone's passed out in the guest bedroom you can sleep with me. I mean, not like--I'm still drunk."

"Smooth," Michael says, patting his shoulder. "It's too late to "no homo" me. I've seen you naked. I've seen you make out with boys when drunk. I've thought you were hot since we were teenagers. I had a sex dream about you three weeks ago. It's okay if it's a little homo."

Ashton makes a strangled noise halfway between curious and scandalized. Michael fully processes what he said and wishes that the ground would open up to swallow him.

"I also am still drunk," he says, turning away. He's ready to leave Ashton's house and walk into oncoming traffic. Maybe he can get Jack's Uber to run him over.

"No, hang on," Ashton says, pulling him back. Michael is unsteady enough on his feet that he knocks Ashton's chest (which has been partially on display and very distracting the Entire Night). "You had a sex dream about me? Was it good?"

"Was it--that's what you want to know? If dream-you was good in bed?"

"Yeah. I have to be sure that your subconscious understands how skilled and sexy I am."

"You could just prove it to me yourself."

Ashton blinks. Michael has never successfully rendered him speechless before. It's a very exhilarating experience.

"I meant that you could have sex with me, in case that wasn't clear."

"No I got that," Ashton says. "But you just threw up, so I'm trying to decide if that's gross enough to kill the mood."

Well, shit. That's a good point.

"We probably shouldn't be drunk if we have sex, either," Michael says.

"We won't be drunk tomorrow."

That is also a good point. This is why Michael likes getting drunk with Ashton, because everything he says sounds like a good point, even if it isn't always.

"So, we go to bed now, then have sex in the morning?" he asks. Clarifying questions are very important when drunk. Michael is invested in the answer now, and he wants to be sure that they get on the same page.

"Yes," Ashton says, "which is why we should go to bed immediately."

Another brilliant idea. Ashton starts to usher him out and Michael grabs his hand, stumbling together through the house to Ashton's bedroom. Michael trips on a pair of shoes that have somehow been abandoned in the hallway and Ashton giggles at him. He doesn't mind it nearly as much as when Jack was laughing at him earlier.

When they get to the bedroom, they both strip down to boxers. Ashton offers him a sleep shirt, something soft and worn that smells a bit like him, and Michael takes it before diving under the covers. He blinks at Ashton for a moment, waiting for him to reevaluate and pull away maybe, or to move closer. He does the latter, grumbling and shifting until they're cuddling in a satisfactory way, Michael half on top of Ashton. It's a lot of skin on skin contact, and he really, really likes it.

"You're going to remember this tomorrow, right?" Ashton asks. "You're not going to forget and flake out on me?"

"If I do forget, I'll still have sex with you," he says. "Sober me is going to like that idea, too."

"Good," Ashton says. "Sober me is going to want to talk about it but will also be on board."

Michael grunts, because he's already starting to fall asleep. His last thought before he drifts off is that he hopes his younger self is proud that tomorrow he finally will get to sleep with his longterm crush.

#my writing #mashton #cocktail chats have been on my mind lately so here you go #enjoy the jack barakat cameo #there you go this has been So Much mashton content in like. 2 days

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