Psycho (lashton)✔

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//Luke//

"Blondie?" Ashton mumbled as he laid on top of me letting me play with his hair because lying on his back had resulted in a lot of painful swearing.

"Mhm?" I replied.

"Out of all the scary things and people in this place, I was never really scared of anyone until you came," he said, running his finger up my arm.

"What do you mean?" I mumbled.

"I mean you scare me," Ashton said and I scoffed.

"What? I'm like the least terrifying person ever!" I exclaimed.

"I know, Luke the breadstick," Ashton giggled, "but I mean the way you make me feel terrifies me."

"What do you mean?" I said unsurely.

"I mean you make me so incredibly mad sometimes but other times I just want to fuck you against a wall and other times I want to cuddle you and make you smile," Ashton mumbled.

"Ash," I smiled, kissing his forehead.

"You weakened me," Ashton mumbled and I removed my lips from his forehead and glared at him.

"I weakened you? Wow, thanks Ashton," I said sarcastically.

"Oh my god, that wasn't what I meant," Ashton groaned, standing up and running his fingers through his hair.

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes at him and he sighed.

"I didn't mean that, Blondie!" Ashton shouted, "God, you're annoying!" Ashton added and I scoffed.

"I'm annoying?" I gasped.

"I'm not the one who cries a lot!" Ashton spat, glaring at me.

"I'm- I-," I winced, suddenly feeling as if Ashton took it too far.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, "fuck!"

"Ashton you're scaring me, stop shouting!" I whimpered and Ashton's facial expression softened.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm not so good at this whole relationship stuff," Ashton mumbled, suddenly looking sad, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to take it that far."

"I'm crying again," I sobbed frustratedly, "wait... relationship? We're in a relationship?"

"Hey, don't ask me that," Ashton mumbled, pulling me towards him in a hug as we stood in the middle of our cell, "sweetheart, are you okay?"

"Relationship?" I pushed, mumbling into his chest.

"Um... if you want to label it then I guess I want you to be my boyfriend, um, if- if you want... you don't have to, I won't be-" Ashton rambled nervously and I cut him off by pressing my lips to his.

"Yes, Ashton I'll be your boyfriend," I giggled through happy tears, sniffling and smiling. Ashton sighed in relief, his hands coming up to cup my face.

"Fuck, Blondie, I hate you so much," Ashton giggled breathily before kissing me again, his hands trailing down to my hips and then to my ass, letting me wrap my legs round his waist, "ow, ow, not the back, ow." Ashton winced with a giggle.

"Sorry, Ash," I whispered, kissing along his jaw.

"Dinner!" The guard shouted and I groaned, landing back on the floor and zipping Ashton's jumpsuit back up and hoping that his wounds on his back had healed a little. The metal door slid back and Ashton fixed his make out hair with a quiet giggle as we got chained together by a new guard this time, the same stern expression as he forced us out of the cell, shoving me a little and making me stumble.

"Don't push him," Ashton growled and I sent him a look of warning.

"Don't speak," the guard said gruffly and Ashton bit his lip to stop from doing anything stupid.

Thank you, I mouthed to Ashton and he nodded weakly in response.

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a/n :) LASHTON ARE OFFICIAL WOOOP
~Teddy