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bartxnhood · 5 months

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you don’t go to parties | a.f.i

ashton irwin x fem!reader

summary: ashton wonders why he keeps searching for you at parties. because after all, you don’t go to parties anymore.

warnings: drinking, swearing, just the party scene

w/c: 2.4k

requests open

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“hey, it’s y/n. sorry, i missed your call. leave a message after the beep. bye!”

“hey, uh, it’s me, just been thinking about everything tonight and i don’t know… i just miss you so much. call me when you can. bye.”

ashton removes the phone from his ear and ends the call, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh as he stares at your contact photo.

you were standing on the harbour bridge with him, kissing his cheek. it was taken on his first tour, when the band was opening for one direction, and he had just asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you of course said yes. he was your best friend and the person you had fallen in love with years before.

you've been by his side since the beginning of the band till today. you helped him throughout his most difficult times, and he did the same for you. at one point you considered him your soulmate and imagined spending the rest of your life by his side.

that was, until the parties.

it wasn't horrible at first. you'd join him at a few parties here and there. it was fun at first but then things got out of hand. ashton would party practically every night, and the parties eventually moved to his house, where you also lived. and it was well into the morning before the nights ended. so, you'd just hide out in your bedroom or at a friend's house.

it was exhausting. you could never get anything done because your house was always filled with strangers. and you couldn’t talk to ashton about it because he was always hungover and told you he’d talk to you later.

eventually, it got to the point where you just couldn’t take it anymore. so, you left him.

ashton was a disaster. every night, he'd be out partying or at a bar, hoping to drown out the haunting thoughts of you.

his partying addiction had gotten worse since you left. he couldn't even remember what he done the previous week since he had been partying so hard that it was killing him.

sometimes he’d call you when he was blackout drunk, professing undying love for you and how he regrets everything. other nights, when he isn’t so drunk, he’d still call you and apologize for the drunk calls.

he was spiraling down a deep dark alley, and if he didn’t fix himself now, he’d never see the light again.

ashton didn’t know why he continued to party and drink so much. but, he continued without thinking about the consequences. even if he knew how bad he was while under the influence.

some nights were worse than others.

one night it got very out of hand.

it was nearing five in the morning and ashton had one too many like he usually does but tonight was different. he was angry. angry at himself for letting you slip from his hands, angry he treated you like gum on the bottom of his shoe when instead of the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

ashton sat on his sofa staring at the wall with a red solo cup in hand, occasionally looking towards the door hoping you’d walk through and come back to him. but of course, you never did, and you wouldn’t because you don’t go to parties anymore.

luke sat with his head hung, rubbing his temples. “ashton, you’ve had too much. cmon man. just go to bed and we will clean up. it’s almost five a.m”

but ashton doesn’t say anything, he just sits there and down the rest of the liquid in his cup before tossing it to the floor

“yeah, no wonder y/n left you.” ashton hears michael say under his breath which was just enough to send ashton over the edge.

now it was getting out of hand, ashton was screaming his lungs out at michael while he just stood there with his hands up, signaling he didn’t want to fight ashton.

finally luke called the one person he knew who would help. you.

“hey, y/n, i’m sorry it’s so late…well early but ash is drunk, very drunk. can you come get him? he’s causing a scene.”

"what? oh, christ. yeah, I'll be there in ten," you said as you jumped out of bed, grabbed the nearest sweater and sweatpants, and ran out of your apartment.

your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. the drive was a blur, trying to get there as quickly as possible in order to avoid another fight.

you knew most people would never do this for their ex, but you still loved him. you were still madly in love with him at the time. you listen to every message he's ever left on your phone.

your inbox was overflowing with them.

you heard every sincere confession, every drunken apology, and every sober apology.

of course, you still had feelings for him.

you never stopped.

“thank you for coming.” luke swung the door open letting you slip inside, then walked through the trashed house. “he’s in the living room” you looked through the kitchen archway to see where luke was pointing, and then you saw him.

you pushed the door open and walked across smashed cans and cups to his side. "ashton?" your voice was soft, as if you were unsure how he would react to your sudden appearance. maybe he'll lash out at you, or he'll remain mute and go away.

he raised his head, his gaze meeting yours. ashton comes to a halt from whatever nonsense he was doing, which was probably another drunken rage. was this really happening? he asks, as he stares at you in bewilderment. are you standing directly in front of him? was he dreaming?

"y/n?" he calls your name, and you question, "ash, what's going on?" and his eyes glaze over merely hearing your concern.he only blinks in response, trying to figure out the situation.

he can't believe you're at his party after swearing them off, and it's for HIM. not anywhere else but his house. he says "y/n" a few times before wrapping his arms around your stomach and tightening his grip. he couldn't let you go away again.

you just let it happen and hug him back as he sits on the sofa, saying, "hey, I'm here, it'll be okay" and attempting to calm him down. despite your best attempts, he pulls away, taking everything in.

you noticed luke about to say something, so you put your hand out to stop him, silently shaking your head.

you knew ashton was in pain, so you took him upstairs. "hey why don't we get you upstairs and into bed?" you gently held his arm, which calmed him down. he allowed you to take him upstairs and away from the party. you pull over to chat to one of the boys on the way, saying that you're going to take him to bed.

"I appreciate you calling. I'll get him settled and then return to assist you with the cleanup." you say to luke before leaving.

you help him upstairs, doing your best to keep him upright. as you led ashton to the bed, he was babbling incomprehensible words. and after completing your normal cleaning and care for him, you took a step back. anxiety and confusion consume your body. thank goodness, his luke called you.

You've read the articles about his constant parties and the drunken scenes he created. he was a mess. but it was how he was dealing with the break up. you, on the other hand, have stayed home every night, watching sad movies, weeping yourself to sleep most nights, losing your appetite, and creating excuses not to see sierra or crystal. Isolation was your only option for coping.

you begin to rub the bridge of your nose as you stand by the side of the bed, looking down at ashton, who was in and out of consciousness. your heart was beating, and you were at a loss for what to do. when ashton opens his eyes and sees this, he becomes upset once more. he’s sorry you had to go to another party for him, and he rubs his eyes before saying, "you shouldn't have come." "y’hate parties." "i had to," you say, dropping your hands. "i was worried." he could see it in your eyes that you were sincere. "you're scaring me, ash" you took a pause to attempt to calm yourself as tears began to pool in your eyes.

you try to get him to bed without confessing anything or saying anything you don't genuinely mean, knowing he's incredibly inebriated and emotional. "scaring you?" he took a deep breath as he watched you toss his shoes to the floor. "yes. you’re killing yourself. i’m not going to sit by and let you do that." maybe you were getting a little emotional right now, so you looked away to gather your thoughts and finish getting him ready for bed. if he chooses to sleep.

you left the room once he was settled for a bottle of water. he probably won't know you're gone. only luke and calum remained, clearing up the garbage from the party. they all glanced up at you, waiting for news, but you just shook your head and said nothing.

you returned, half-opening the bottle and placing it next to the bed. ashton is staring at you in awe. "you're always the one taking care of me and i never deserved it," he says. “you deserved so much better than me." you didn't let the fact that he was incredibly intoxicated and emotional get to you.

you lower your head, nibbling on the inside of your cheek. don’t let him hurt you like this, y/n. you kept thinking to yourself, he was intoxicated and didn't mean anything. you get up to leave, eager to go home and cry into your pillow about how much he misses you. he reached for your hand, carefully gripping it, and said, "stay with me." you freeze, tilt your head, and appear torn, so he adds "please? just tonight." while staring into your eyes, desperate.

so, you stayed. laying on the opposite side of ashton, you heard his breath steady assuming he was finally going to sleep. until you heard “i love you.” you had only hoped that if you were still he’d leave it alone and would just go to sleep. but he continued. “when i left that morning, i didn’t stop. i never did. you’re my whole world, and i hate the person i’ve become. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but i screwed it up.” your heart was racing, picking at your nails you felt him shuffle next to you. “you were the best thing i’ve ever had and i let you go. ‘m sorry. you can hate me. i understand.” you waited a bit, but that was the last thing he said for the night.

you ended up leaving before he woke up because it was now daylight and you didn't want to be there when he did. you stood above him before leaving, and he looked so calm. naturally, you bowed down and kissed his brow softly before exiting the room. so, you were gone by eight a.m. you had a minor breakdown on the drive home, knowing that the love is still there, and seeing him so vulnerable makes your heart ache. but you kept reminding yourself that he was drunk. he most likely didn't mean half of what he stated.

right?

you had just finished your meeting the next day and were standing in your kitchen preparing a cup of coffee when you were stopped by a rhythmic knock. you walked over leaving the cup on your counter. as you answered the door, you saw ashton.

“hey.” he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket. you stepped back, then saying “why are you here?” ashton looked around, spitting a few framed pictures of the two of you which he thought was odd. he thought you hated him. he shrugged, “i just wanted to thank you for last night, and everything.” you sighed, “come in” you stepped to the side and let him enter, then closed the door behind him. “do you want some coffee?” he sat down on the sofa.

“sure.” he answered, looking around the room. you came back with a black mug and handed it to him, and took your seat across from him.

there was a moment of silence, the two of you would steal glances at each other but didn’t want to say anything, wondering how to approach the conversation waiting to be held.

his comment was abrupt. “i meant what i said, you know.” you looked up from your coffee, to meet with his eyes already looking at you. “what?” you blinked, placing the mug on the table. “last night. everything, i meant it. from me still loving you, to wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. i meant every word.” he was being sincere, he held eye contact as he spoke and didn’t break it once.

truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. the situation wasn’t ideal, and to be honest with yourself, you knew you still loved him. “ashton..” you finally spoke, followed by a long sigh and dropping your head into your hands.

“then why do you continue to do this? you’re drinking yourself to death, ash. how can i trust that you won’t do it all over again, even if i want to work this out?” ashton stands up from his spot and moves in front of you, on his knees as he holds your hands. "i get drunk to forget the color of your eyes and the way your hair falls and how soft your skin is and the way your smile makes me feel; but it seems like the alcohol can't change my memory of you." he had been waiting to tell you this for the longest, “i do it because it’s the only way i know how to cope and i know it isn’t the best way, but it’s all i know.”

ashton runs his thumb over your knuckles. you look down at his calloused hands feeling your lip quiver “and if that isn’t enough just tell me, and i’ll leave for good.”

you shake your head letting the tears fall, “ash..i just want you to stop..all this drinking isn’t good for you, i can’t just let that happen.” you say, and he nods. “i know, i know.” he hushes your tears, raising up to hug you. “i’ll do better, i promise.” he says into your hair while wiping your tears.

“how can i trust you?” you ask

“because, i love you. and i’ll be damned if i lose you again.”

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crownofstarfall · 1 year

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Ramblings (Ashton Greymoore x Reader)

Helllooo. I wrote this sweet moment for my friend who is a huge Ashton simp. The reader in this story is a ranger, but tbh it just mentions Longbow so you can self-insert whatever you want!

Let me know how you like it and if I should start posting more of my writings!

Enjoy! xxx

word count: 826

Ashton wasn’t a man of many words, especially when it came to expressing himself to those he cared for. It had been no different when he had first met Y/N. The two genuinely enjoyed one another’s company, and conversation seemed to flow very easily. They had to meet no high expectations when conversing with one another. But suddenly one day, Ashton was hit with a ton of bricks. He started to feel a few little sparks in his chest when he was around her. He played this off as a new type of chronic pain that he would experience, much like the rest of himself, but after more and more time had passed, it grew, and he wasn’t sure when he would explode.

A few months passed, and the sparks in his chest were now more of a fiery warmth that enveloped his heart and the surrounding area of his chest. He always felt this, not even just when he was with Y/N. His every thought was about her, she never left his mind. This new sort of heat constantly reminded him that she was not his, and she probably never would be. He had no intention of revealing his intentions to her. She would most certainly never feel the same, so he would spare himself the pain.

He didn’t mean to start completely ignoring her, he just wanted to rid himself of his affections and then they could continue their relationship as normal. He hadn’t realized that Y/N had a mind of her own and noticed that he was distant. She had feelings for him of her own, and she also did not allow herself to completely fall for him. But she didn’t want to lose her friend altogether either, he was too important to her. She would not stand by and watch as he drifted away from her, so she confronted him. Which led to a huge fight. Which then led to them kissing. Which then led to them telling each other how they felt. And now they were together, happy.

Unlike Ashton, Y/N sometimes had too many words to say. He had grown accustomed to her rambling on about things he didn’t care about, but he listened to them anyway and smiled to himself about how lucky he was. One particular day Y/N was rambling on about a certain type of longbow she admired, but could not have. Ashton sat with her on a bench, his shoulder around her, pulling her into his side as they watched the street around them. He hummed along to show he was listening and acknowledging.

She continued on for another ten minutes before seemingly, out of nowhere his heart burst with love, and finally allowed himself to smile over at her. He loved these close moments with her, just sitting in intimate proximity and just enjoying the other’s company. He didn’t say a lot, but he loved how she filled the silence around them. He was lost in his thoughts when he was suddenly pulled out of them when Y/N asked him a question.

“What?” he raised his eyebrows.

“I asked if you were tired of hearing me talk.” she frowned. “I knew you were, you’re not even paying attention. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bore you. I’ll shut u…” but she was cut off when he pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes widened with surprise. She really thought that she was boring him.

After the kiss she couldn’t seem to form a word, “I…I… ghmn.” He chuckled.

“Don’t ever shut up. I love to hear you ramble on about things you like. Don’t ever stop.” He caressed her cheek.

“Are you sure? I knew you weren’t listening… I can stop.” she tried to meet his gaze but couldn’t allow herself.

“I was before, I just was lost in thought of how much I love you,” he whispered, then kissed her again.

She was too stunned to speak.

She felt his lips leave hers but she still left her lips agape. Her eyes fluttered open to look up at the beautiful green genasi before her. He smiled at her and stroked her hair, pushing a few strands back behind her ear.

“You know I love you too, don’t you?” Y/N asked him, placing her hand on his, stopping his movements.

His gaze moved from her eyes, down to her lips, which were still agape, and then back up to her lovely eyes.

“Of course, I know. You have made that perfectly clear.” She nodded along with his words. “Now, please continue. I promise I will listen more intently.” He grinned at her and then pulled her back into his side. She was silent for a few moments and then picked up where she had left off. She began to trace the gold on his chest while she rambled on. He couldn’t keep the smile from leaving his face.

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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For blurb night, maybe a blurb about marrying Ashton? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like about the engagement and how the wedding goes? (It’s soft girl hours in the Ashton lane lol)

I LITERALLY WAS THINKING OF THIS EARLIER

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Ashton has had a few moments throughout his life where he was 100% certain of something. When Luke first asked him to join the band, when he was asked to be a godfather, when he wanted to ask you out.

And when Ashton knew he wanted to marry you.

It was an odd time when he discovered it. The gang was out, a little tipsy at a karaoke bar when it was his turn to sing. The songs were chosen at random by the DJ, and when the first few chords of one of his favorite Elvis songs start playing, he immediately looked for you in the crowd.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in,” Ashton started singing along, his eyes locking onto yours and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips.

“But I can’t help, falling in love with you. Oh shall I stay, would it be a sin, oh if I can’t help, falling in love with you.” Ashton smiled into the microphone with the last line and pointed at you. The crowd cheered as your cheeks flushed, but you blew a kiss to him.

As he continued singing the song, it was then that he knew, 100%, that he wanted to marry you. He wanted to sing this song to you at your wedding, he already knew you’d be an absolute vision in white, walking to meet him at the altar.

You and him, together in front of everyone in your life that you love, swearing your love and devotion to one another.

He knew he’d tear up, and he knew the boys would give him shit but they were the same at their own weddings. He knew that even just planning the wedding would bring him so much joy because it was the two of you planning your future together.

All he had to do now was propose.

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tinyglitterrose · 25 days

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Vanilla

Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Warnings: just talk about sex, but no actual smut (yet)

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"Tie me up"

Luke's head shot up from his fashion magazine "Sorry, what?"

"Sorry, I meant tie my hands up"

"Uh -", Luke slowly blinked at his best friend, eyeing the bandana he had had on his head just minutes ago and was now holding out towards Luke.

"I can't stop pulling and scratching my hair out again.", Ashton sigherd, sitting down on the couch next to Luke, "You know, just like with how bad it got when we were all nervous about how our new setlist for the 5SOS show would be received"

"Oh", Luke was finally understanding.

Ashton had this habit of pulling on his hair an scratching his scalp, when he got nervous. Often he just busied himself with something like playing the drums and wore bandanas to stiffle the urge when it got especially bad.

Michael joked that this was why he would he the first to go bald.

It got less when they were on tour just because there was so much going on all the time. But right now they were relaxing, taking time off after tour... or supposed to be relaxing.

Ashton was thinking about concept for his second solo album, trying out different lyrics and emotions as he had told Luke but didn't want to show anyone yet.

"Hey, you know that no one expects anything. You're stressing yourself -"

"I know", the older interrupted, "I just - I have so much motivation but I wanna make it different, not just a repeat of my first album. But I'm not even writing anymore, I just keep fucking pulling on my stupid hair and I'll be fucking bald by our next single and -"

"So you want me to tie you up?", Luke interrupted to stop his rambling. Luke might seem dumb sometimes but he knew his best friend inside out and he knew what to do to stop him from doing things like this. Summing up what he intended to say before he goes off the rails with overthinking and rambling too much was one of those things.

Ashton nodded, looking exhausted.

"Okay", Luke tucked the dark purple bandana from Ashton's fingers, "So - oh ... just ... like that?"

Ashton was holding up his wrists, hands balled to fists next to each other.

"Seems a little kinky, huh", Luke grinned stupidly, while also doing as his friend had requested and tying the cloth around his wrists.

"Very funny", Ashton's voice was dry.

Once Luke was done tying him up, Ashton slouched on the couch, tied hands falling limp into his lap.

"And what now?", Luke asked curiously.

"I don't know... nothing, I guess"

"I mean if you had a girlfriend she'd have some ideas -", Luke broke off into giggles at Ashton's glaring eyes, hands coming up to cover his mouth. Which he then waved in front of Ashton's face "Oh look what I can do"

"Funny", Ashton mumbled with an eyeroll, but he was smiling.

Everytime over the next hour when Ashton lifted his tied hands to scratch his nose or scoop a curl of dark blonde hair out of his eyes, Luke would giggle quietly next to him. Ashton did nothing, except taking deep breaths, while Luke scribbled into his notebook. The urge to write something himself that he knew he couldn't and would just end up pulling his hair grew smaller and smaller.

But he still ended up raising his hands, attempting to pull his roots out of frustration. His fingers wrapped around a curl on top of his head and -

"Ouch!"

"No hair pulling", Luke said firmly as he set the notebook he had just slapped Ashton's fingers with back in his lap.

"You're so vanilla"

"Heyyy, don't use my joke techniques against me"

"Why? Do you feel attacked?", Ashton grinned brightly at his younger bandmate, "Is it because you are vanilla?"

"Huh?", he poked him in the ribs when he didn"t get a response, still grinning cheekily, "Is that why you never talk about your one night stands? Cuz they're reaaaally vanilla?"

"Even if they were, that's nothing I'd be embarrassed about"

"Mhmm", Ashton poked him again, "This your way of saying you're vanilla?"

Thinking back, the drummer should've expected Luke to snap, his whole goal at the moment was to get a reaction out of him after all.

But he still wouldn't have expected Luke to suddenly grab his tied wrists, push them up over his head and backwards, thus making Ashton fall on his back on the couch. He found himself with his hands above his head, held in place by Luke's who was bending over him now.

"Trust me, Ash, I'm nowhere near vanilla and you better stop nagging me if you don't wanna find out how far I am from that"

Ashton's eyes just about bugged out of his head.

What the fuck?

Luke seemed to think the same, as he suddenly let go of Ashton's wrists like he had been burned just as quick as he'd grabbed them.

"I uh - yea, no I'm not - anyway", he coughed, sitting up and a little further away from Ashton, "I'll keep writing my lyrics"

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let me know if you want a second part of this and also hiiii i haven't posted a oneshot in like half a year or so

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fastandtheformula1 · 1 year

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Could I please request one with Ashton? Maybe either friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? Whatever you write, I know will be amazing!

I Wanna Be Yours- Ashton Irwin

a/n: thank you for requesting! here it is!

pairing: ashton irwin x female!reader

summary: you and ashton finally confront your feelings.

warnings: angst, cursing, fluff

word count: 1547

not my gif!

You knew from the moment you met him he was going to be yours. Every time you saw Ashton, you felt alive. You always felt a spark between you two, but sadly the timing was never right for you guys. It was always something to the effect of he had a girlfriend, or you went on a few dates with someone, or one of you had feelings but the other didn’t. You always knew you liked him more than a friend. You always felt butterflies since Micheal’s birthday party four years ago, when he introduced himself to you. Little did you know he felt the same way you did.

“Hi, uh. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Ashton.” The man next to you said, refilling his drink.

You looked up. He was very tall, practically towering over you, and wore all black. His hair was a carmel brown, and fell slightly above his eyebrows. He was pretty built- totally your type. You quickly shook your head to make it look like you weren’t staring. “Nice to meet you, Ashton.”

“How do you know Micheal?” He inquired, taking a sip from his cup.

“Oh, um, our parents worked together.” You said, mirroring his gesture.

“Cool. Uh, sorry, and your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Well Ms. Y/N, happy to meet your acquaintance.”

“You as well.”

A few weeks later, you got a text from him asking you to go to coffee, and you guys clicked. He always had a safe, charming yet sophisticated feel towards him. You never knew exactly what it was that made him have that vibe, but it was something that you always admired.

Now though, things had gotten more complicated. You two weren’t the same awkward strangers standing next to each other. Now, you have been best friends for almost three years. You knew everything about him, from his family life to dyeing his hair to sleeping over at his house. Hell, one time you accidentally walked in on him naked.

But you’ve always been friends. And nothing more. And it killed you every time he referred to you as his “friend”. Sometimes you wanted to just walk up to him and make out with him. You always wanted to be something more. You always had this teetering feeling of Do I like him? Do I not? Every time you saw him, you had to remind yourself that you were just friends. It took everything in you to not say anything to him about your feelings, though it felt like you would burst if you didn’t say anything.

You spent every moment not with him wanting to be with him. He was the first thing you thought of in the morning and the last thing you thought of at night. You wanted him to press kisses all over your face, as an attempt to try and wake you up. You wanted to straddle his waist and have lazy morning sex with him, consisting of barely-there touches and soft I love you’s. Wearing his sweatshirts with only underwear on underneath and having him rip them off of you, leaving hickeys all over your body. Kisses as he rushed out the door late for rehearsal. Sitting around a fire at night listening to him play and fiddle with his guitar. You wanted him to put his arm around your waist at a party, and even punch a guy for you if he got handsy. You craved his hands all over your body and you’d be lying to yourself to say that you didn't. You needed to be his. Now and forever.

You were currently watching a movie at Calum’s house, cuddling into Ashton’s side. His arm was hung around your shoulder loosely, with this hand dangling. Your eyes kept dropping down to it, thinking of all the things it could do. You stared at his thick, long fingers, imagining how they would look inside-

“Y/N. Y/N. You okay? You zoned out for some time there.” Ashton whispered into your ear. His voice alone brought goosebumps to your skin. You turned your head, meeting him with a worried look. His soft, hazel eyes focused on yours, yearning to know what was going on in your mind. He looked at you with such intensity in his eyes, which made you lose eye contact. Your eyes dropped down to his pink, luscious lips, then to his gold, wave pendant necklace you got him for his birthday.

“Y/N.” He said, more sternly.

“What? Yeah, just tired I guess.” You said, looking back at him.

“Tired?” He repeated, with a cocked eyebrow, signaling that he was analyzing your words. You had always used that adjective when you were thinking of something else, and Ashton quickly caught on. You never knew how observant he really was, memorizing the little things that would piss you off, doing everything in his power to prevent it. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to interrupt the-”

“Hey, we’re gonna get some fresh air for a second. Be right back.”

Before you knew it, you were outside with Ashton’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders. You stood outside the door, fidgeting with your fingers as he lightly shut the door behind you. You tried to collect your thoughts, deciding whether or not you should tell him.

Either you lie to him and berate yourself for not telling him, or tell him the truth now and save yourself some angst. What if he doesn’t like you back? There could be hell to pay. I don’t want to lose him, he’s my best friend.

“You okay?” He asked, “You’ve seemed distracted lately.”

“I guess. I don’t know.”

“What’s been going on?” He leaned in a little closer. His hand was now on the outside of your forearm, caressing it gently. His body was millimeters away from you; you could smell his cologne. It drove you crazy.

Oh, you definitely know what’s going on.

“Talk to me.” He said, softly.

Those three words triggered something inside you. That’s when you really gave it to him.

“Ugh! I can’t stop thinking about you! And maybe it’s because you’re one of my best friends, and we spend a lot of time together, but… When I fall asleep I wish that you’re cradling me in your arms! I want good morning and good night texts from you! I dream about kissing you and, and, fuck the things I want to do to you, Ash.. It- It makes me want to scream sometimes!” You sighed heavily. “I just want to take care of you, and watch movies with you, go out on dates, and tell you I love you… I just- I just, I want you, Ashton. You. Not this friends with benefits without the benefits, ‘what the fuck are we’ shit. Okay? I-”

His lips met yours as you closed your eyes and reached for his hair. His lips were soft and warm against yours, making your body arch into him. He desperately pressed your bodies together, holding you tightly. You parted your lips, and Ashton slid his tongue in your mouth,, which caused you to slip out a small moan. You felt your heart beat faster and faster until you couldn’t breathe anymore. You pulled your hands from his hair and backed away, but he still held onto you.

“Whoa.” You said, opening your eyes.

A small moan was all he could muster as a response. He could still feel the warmth from your lips, and the way you tasted. He’d dreamt about the way this would go, and was in shock that it actually happened. Now that he had gotten a taste of you, he wanted it all. Your lips felt exactly the way he thought it would, smooth and delicate. He realized at that moment that you were all he was looking for. You were the piece that made him complete. Ashton stood there for a few seconds, trying to think away his thoughts, unable to open his eyes.

“Ashton?” You asked, slightly worried.

“Oh.” He said as he opened his eyes and looked at you. “Hi.” His eyes fixated on yours, which made your heart skip a beat. “I- I uh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” He said, chuckling.

“Me too.”

He leaned in and kissed you, softer this time, wanting it to last forever. You melted into him, wanted to slip your tongue into his mouth, but he started laughing, pulling away from you.

“What?” You said, smiling.

“I just- I uh, I love you. And I know it sounds cheesy, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone. You’re just perfect. I mean you’re way out of my league, and plus you’re sarcastic as hell, I mean who wouldn’t want that? You’re one of my favorite people on this planet, and I don’t know what or who I’d be without you.” He cooed.

“Ashhh,” You said, cuddling into his chest.

“I know I might be moving a little fast, but would you want to be my girlfriend?”

You looked up at him. “Oh, um. I actually have a boyfriend, so-.” You said, jokingly.

“I bet I could take him. Easily.” He said, as he snaked his arms around your waist.

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daniellesimagines · 2 years

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Drunk in Love (Ashton Irwin)

word count: 584 requested by: uhhh myself lmao happy annual birthday imagine!!!! sorry it’s a lil late this year!!!!!! pronouns: she/her warnings: drunk ash, mentions of cheating fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: regular summary: this isn’t the first time ashton has come home drunk after hanging out with his friends, but it is the first time he’s refused to get into bed with you to avoid upsetting his wife inspired by: @softanon (x) authors notes: im not dead, just unmotivated other parts: none

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You huffed as you finally got your boyfriend to the living room couch, taking a moment to catch your breath as he plopped down on the cushions. Ashton rarely let himself get too carried away while out drinking with the boys, but when he did, he was practically dead weight as he hung all over you when you picked him up from the club.

“Alright, Ash,” you sighed, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmm, no thank you,” he hummed, his eyes closed in content as he snuggled one of the couch pillows.

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I just can’t,” he insisted.

“Why not?”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “You’re really nice and thank you for taking care of me, but I have a wife.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you could feel your stomach drop – Ashton had a wife this whole time? You’d known him for what seemed like forever, and you never expected Ashton to be the kind of person to cheat in a relationship.

“Y-Your wife?” you forced yourself to ask.

But you weren’t at all prepared for Ashton’s answer.

“Her name’s Y/N,” he smiled, and your heart skipped again – he was talking about you? “She’s nice and caring and she loves our fish like they’re our actual babies and she smells like vanilla which is extra good because that’s my favorite smell so it means she’s my favorite smell,” he rambled, barely even stopping to take a breath, “And I love her and you’re really nice but I love her and I don’t want her to leave me because I love her so much.” You found yourself smiling softly – you never knew Ashton thought of you this way – and just accepted that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere near you until he sobered up.

“Okay, Ash,” you humored him, “Can I get you anything before you-” You cut yourself off when you heard him start snoring. “-fall asleep,” you chuckled to yourself, making your way to your bedroom so you get some sleep as well.

The next morning, you walked down the hallway and into the living room, finding Ashton just now waking up. He blinked a few times to get used to the sunlight shining through the blinds, looking over when you giggled softly.

“Rough night?” you teased.

“Why was I sleeping on the couch?” he groaned, rubbing where his neck met his shoulder. You snickered softly with a shrug.

“I tried to get you to come to bed, but you refused,” you sighed dramatically, “Something about how your wife wouldn’t appreciate you getting into bed with another woman.”

“Wife?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “What? No, baby, I’m not-”

“Her name is Y/N,” you began, trying not to smile when his eyes widened, “You told me all about how she’s a real sweetheart and the best wife and how you’re so happy you married her.”

“I did?”

“Also said something about how you love that she smells like vanilla.”

“God, that’s so embarrassing,” he whined.

“Hey, I thought it was cute,” you giggled, “Whoever she is, she’s a lucky lady.”

Ashton rolled his eyes, his gaze following you as you walked over and planted yourself on his lap. His arms wound around your waist to keep you from sliding while your own rested on his shoulders so you could play with his hair.

“Nice to know that even drunk, you’d never cheat on me,” you said, squealing when he started poking your sides.

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freshrained · 1 year

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can we talk more on calum and bby girl🥺🥺🥺

UGH YES

shed be attached to his hip, pretty clingy especially around people she doesnt know

her first word is 100% dad or dada

she has such soft curly hair to make her look even more like calum

big brown eyes

shed be so giggly and always showing adoration for her uncles

i feel like luke would be her favorite other than calum

BABY GIRL GOING ON TOUR

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justherekinda · 1 year

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hi guys :) i recently posted the first chapter for a new Ashton Irwin fic!! :) check it out if you wanna.

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zeniblesstsu · 1 year

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So, I haven’t wrote in a long time although I do enjoy writing. I started this and I feel really good about it. Plus having more support will encourage me to write more so if you chose to read it, then welcome!

A few disclaimers to being with:

I am very much American and have no clue what they do over there. This is all pretty much made up.

I like constructive criticism, but plz be nice. I am sensitive. I just a baby T.T

I don’t have an editor and I am horrible at grammar. Please forgive me. There will be mistakes.

This takes place after their tour in 2018, and I’m making up the timeline as I go along so none of this is really what happened irl.

I don’t own any 5sos members, their family, or anyone else that tied to them irl! But the rest of the characters scattered in this book are mine. Please don’t steal them, they are my babies.

Now, with all that said, please enjoy! And let me know if you’d like to see more.

-zeni

Cherry 🍒 | a.i

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How did we end up here?

“Ash is my best friend. I can’t ruin what we have. If you hadn’t said anything we wouldn’t be here in the first place. Just please keep your mouth shut. About everything.”

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Chapter 1:

November 20th, 2018

Spring

“If these walls could talk…” my hums bounce off the empty walls around me. “Cause we’d fall from grace…” the speaker blasting at it’s max, vibrating the windows, and definitely annoying my neighbors. I can’t help it though. Listening to his band was my guilty pleasure even if my name hasn’t fallen from his lips since the day he left. The text stop coming roughly a year later. What can one do when her bestie for restie becomes a world wide hit?

“Alright! That’s the last of the boxes! Where- can- turn that shit down!” Stells yelled over the music. A simple scoff bubbles up as I turn it down.

“Sorry, habit.” I take the boxes from her hands and set them in kitchen. Kass Stella is a classmate that I immediately clicked with in college. Now here we are, best friends and moving in together. Rent is to high to live alone these days.

“It’s okay babe. I know you miss him. It’s hard seeing your best friend move on without you. That’s why I’m here.” Her arm wraps around my shoulder, while her brown eyes land on my phone screen that shows the Youngblood album, and a very grown up Ashton.

“No, you’re wrong. It’s pretty easy. His mates just sing damn good.” I shrug causing her arm to fall. “Now, help me set up the living room.” I laugh while tossing a decorative pillow at her face. Stells grunts and does just what I ask.

Before to long the kitchen and living room are done and looking good. “Great! Now we can go our separate ways and get our things in order! See yah!” The girl disappears into her room, quickly turning on her own music. Even though we both know she loves the band just as much as I do. I follow suit, finally playing something different.

After a few hours of getting things put up, my phone chimes. I get up from my crop circle of clutter to check it. “How’s unpacking going? Xoxo mom.” My mom is so sweet and always caring. She did a lot for me and my older sister, no thanks to my father. I quickly ring her.

“Hey baby, how’s it going?” Her sweet accent floods my brain. “Hi mum! It goes. I have a lot of stuff yeah?” I pick at some books on the floor. “I told you to get rid of some that stuff!” She laughs. “But it’s out of my house now so I don’t have much of a say.”

“Nah, not anymore. Plus this cool super hero outfit that I definitely cannot wear anymore, is gold.” It was shoved in the box with some of my things. The red crumpled cape peeked out from under some heavy books.

“You and Ash used to play for weeks in those. I’m surprised it isn’t soiled.” She made a noise of disgust. The memories of us running around saving, really torturing, poor Dandelion, my cat, from the bad guys played in my mind. The red underwear he’d wear on the outside of his clothes would always cause fits of laughter between us. He thought it was cool while I would always blush because it was his undies.

“Yeah well good thing laundry sauce exists.” I giggle. My sister and I have always called laundry detergent that. I’m not to sure why.

“Haha! Well speaking of the devil. He is supposed to be home soon. I was having lunch with Anne and she said he was coming home. For a bit at least. Something about a new album and taking time. Who knows.” My breath catches in my throat. It’s been almost 5 years since we have seen each other. Crazy how we have avoided each other all these years, but he claimed to be busy. That’s okay though, he was building a future for himself while I was stuck here. In this quaint town, I did nothing for myself but yearn for a past I was afraid I’d never get back. I mean after years of fame and money, it can change you. I watch the interviews and the live streams, he doesn’t seem to have changed all that much.

Though, I have to ask myself, how much of that is just for the camera’s?

“Oh! I bet Harry and Lauren are excited.” My voice was small as I still processed it all.

“Realynn, dear. You can not hide from the poor boy anymore. He asks for you every time he is home.” So maybe I have been the one avoiding him. How can I face this stranger who shares the same features as my Ashton? Especially when girls throw themselves at him and his friends day in and day out, all year round.

“I-I know… I w-won’t.” I curse myself for stuttering.

“Rea. That’s a lie and we both know it. If the stutter didn’t give it away, you being short with me did. Do not hide in that apartment till he leaves again. You’ll only hurt yourself more. Plus, I’ll tell him where you’re living now.” Her voice has a playful twinge behind her words, but I knew she meant every one of them.

“You know, you wouldn’t ever know I was lying had Juliet never told on me every time I lied to you. Which just so happened to be the only time in my life that I stuttered.” My voice was strong again now that we were off the topic of Ash.

“Oh dear, I’m your mother. I would have figured it out with or without Juliet.” She laughs and I can picture the crows feet at the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” I simply laugh, happy that she is happy. It was a bit of a challenge for me to move out. It’s always just been me, mom, and my sister. Once my sister moved out, I felt like it was finally my time to leave the nest. That was way harder said than done though. With rent, and my insufferable daddy issues, I had a hard time getting things together to leave. But thanks to Stells, and a promise from mom to call everyday, we got our own place.

“Well, I was just checking in sweetheart. I’ll let you get back to your things. I love you!”

“I love you too, mum. See you soon.” With that I hang up, hearing the slow beeps of a dead line. I set my phone back down and step over the miscellaneous things in my floor. Once I’m settled back in, I continue to go through my books.

Eventually all my books are neatly stacked on the book shelve, that I am pretty proud of. All my small knick-knacks are in their place and now all that was left were my clothes. I get up to grab a handful shirts that were already folded, putting them in there respective drawer. Once that’s done I heard my phone chime once more.

My eye rolls and I laugh. My mom was always a worrier, I’d just have to call her again and reassure her I’m okay. Quickly, though, my smile was wiped clean off my face as I read the name that read across my screen.

“Can wait to see you ;)” -Ash

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5sosunited101 · 1 year

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It would mean the world to me if more people read my book on Wattpad. This story is going to be written based off comments. I want my reader to connect with this story so which member of 5 seconds of summer is the main character is up to the reader to help me decide and future content will follow once that’s be picked. Please help me make this a story for you by reading what’s already written and comment you thoughts

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writersdare · 1 year

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You choose, I write!

I've got an idea for a new story, which will probably become a series, if you like the 1st chapter. However, I'm thinking to write it as 5SOS member x OC, rather than 5SOS member x Reader, as the story can be rather controversial and a little cheeky.

Please, let me know, are you fine with reading 5SOS member x OC? And if so, what 5SOS member should I choose for the series? The poll will be available for a week, once I get the results, I'll ask you something else. It will be a story we'll write together! ♡

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*CC – Canon Character *OC – Original Character

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bartxnhood · 8 months

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why won’t you love me? a.f.i & c.t.h

calum hood x fem!reader, ashton irwin x fem! reader.

summary: after finding out calum had left you, ashton came to your rescue but he had his own secret

warnings: oh god there’s so much angst, strong language, angst, and did i mention angst? oh and no happy ending.

a/n: hi guys !! it’s been a while song i had an original work but this is all for my 5sos ppl <3. i hope you enjoy !! feedback is appreciated !!

disclaimer: this in no way shape or form represents calum hood as a person. this is strictly fiction and written for entertainment purposes. thank you.

requests open

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you stared out the passenger window feeling like you had just lost everything in your body. the only thing you felt was numbness. no pain, no sadness, nothing. you had cried out all your tears, you were left numb

ashton looks over at you from the driver's seat, his heart aches knowing how hurt you are, and how he made you like this. it broke him. ashton was your best friend and he tried to do everything in his power to be there for you and protect you.

but he just couldn’t protect you from this. from him.

“stop blamin yourself.” you manage to get out, looking over your shoulder at him. he looks confused, you had been silent the whole car ride and he was sure how you know his thoughts without him verbally telling you.

“what?” he questioned.

“you’re blaming yourself for this” you stated, followed by a drawn-out sigh and looking back towards the window. “you always do it when something happens. you couldn’t have known he’d do this.” you hear him sigh, but it was a long drawn one. “i should’ve thought. i was there, i was on tour. i could’ve stopped him. i just..” you hear the frustration in his voice and it makes you feel so small.

“ash..” you trail off but he interjects, “no, y/n!” he punches the steering wheel, “i had all the opportunity to stop him if i had just known he..that he’d do that to you i wouldn’t have let him do it.” his voice breaks, a lump getting caught in his throat.

“stop it, ashton.” you sit up in the passenger seat, now facing him. “i..” you breathe, feeling that lump in your own throat now. “it isn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known.” you drop your head into your hands. tears want to fall but you had cried out everything in your body. “he’s… he's always been this way. i should’ve known better than to trust him being gone for most of the year.”

you watched as his knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel. ashton shook his head, “no..it just isn’t fair to you.” he was beyond mad, he was furious. he’s pissed that his best friend, or who he thought was, would do something like that to someone as precious as you were. “i know, ash. but there’s nothing we can do now. it’s done.”

calum loved you. at least, he thought he did. he bought you a ring, thinking it was the right call. he loves your laugh in the middle of the night when he made a stupid joke, he loves how much you admired his work and supported him.

he loved how you looked when you went out to a party. how you’d dress up for him. but deep down he wasn’t in love with you. deep down he knew his heart belonged to someone else.

his distance began to become noticeable after a couple of months. it seemed he had already checked himself out of the relationship a while ago. you were left self-conscious wondering why he didn’t love you anymore, or why he abandoned you, mentally.

you knew something was going on with him, but you never thought it would be something that would ruin your relationship or what the two of you had planned.

you weren’t expecting the call from your best friend, brandy, to call you one morning saying she was sorry you had to find out like this.

you looked at the link she sent you which had detailed photos of your fiancé and another woman, spotted many times.

in that moment, everything fell into place. his absence, how he suddenly didn’t treat you like his partner anymore. it was because he was seeing someone behind your back, actively.

“cal?” you speak up, walking outside to the patio where he sat smoking a cigarette.

“hm?” he hums, looking up from his phone eyebrows slightly raised.

“what’s this?” you question as you shove your phone into his face.

he takes a moment to examine the pictures and you see the look of realization and relief wash over his face. “well?” you interrogated.

“who told you?”

you blink, laughing dryly. “brandy just called me”

“oh.” he answers, then falling silent and goes back to his phone.

“‘oh’? is that really all you have to say?” you ask, turning your phone off and stuffing it into your pocket.

“what do you want me to say?” he asks, not bothering to look at you.

“that’s it i’m leaving.” you say, walking back inside from the patio

he’s silent, staring at his cigarette. “where are you going?”

“anywhere but here. i’ll call ashton.”

he scoffs, taking a long drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke from his lips. “it’s always ashton” he says under his breath.

you soon around and stare blankly at him, “what?” unable to even come up with the right words.

calum looks at you with cold eyes, “it’s always ashton. you’re always by his side or he’s always by yours.” he dunks the cigarette in the ashtray putting it out. “pretty sure you were screwing him behind my back”

you dryly laugh, “i gave you my life calum hood, and you ruined it. i trusted you with everything in me because that’s what a good fiancée does. she trusts her partner to not cheat on her while he’s on tour!”

he laughs dryly running his hand over his head. “just tell me, cal” you’re mindlessly throwing stuff into your suitcase. “tell me why is it so hard for you to love me back? why won’t you love me? i’ve given you everything.”

“i never asked you to give me everything.” he’s looking away from you, sighing heavily. “it’s not that i don’t love you. i can’t love you”

you stare at him blankly, mascara staining your cheeks. you felt like your heart had been ripped out, looking at the man you thought you had loved. the man you wanted to give everything to. “what?” you blink, and he finally looks up at you. “i can’t love you, because i love her. she’s the one i want to be with. it’s always been her, y/n….” he pauses,“i tried loving you. but you just aren’t her.”

you cover your mouth, in shock. unable to comprehend his words which struck you like a knife. “i can’t believe you..” you muttered through your tears as your turned around and began your way upstairs to the bedroom.

you can feel him following you a few steps behind, his eyes linger on your figure as you mindlessly threw clothes into your duffle bag. just enough to do you for a couple nights until you can get the rest of your stuff. “they warned me about you..and i should’ve listened” you say, not bothering to look at him.

“who?” he asks coldly. you turn around, meeting his dark eyes staring into your soul. “everyone. luke…ashton…your sister…mike..everyone.” you say, closing the duffel bag. “just don’t even worry about it now. we’re done.”

you grab the bag and begin walking past him. but, you pause looking down at your hand where the ring lays. you turn around and throw it at him. “i never want to see you again.”

he watched as you proceeded down the stairs where you exited the house. finding ashton waiting in the driveway.

ashton watched as you sat on the sofa, brows furrowed while staring at your empty ring finger. “it’s late” he says, coming up behind you. you just shrug, “can’t sleep” you hear him sigh and he walks around the sofa to take a seat next to you. you see him peer around, brushing your hair from your face. “talk to me..” he whispers.

you finally look up at him showing the makeup staining your face. “i don’t know what to say..” you croak.

he nods, “i have the guest bedroom ready for you, the bathroom is set with towels and-“ he starts but you cut him off, the pain in your chest is too great. the excruciating pain you felt every time your heart pumped made you want to throw something, you felt like your whole world was crumbling.

“i can’t be alone” you shake your head looking at him, “i..i can’t. i’m gonna go crazy..” he nods, hushing your cries. “shh, it’s okay..shh..” he pulls you in and holds you close to him. “just breathe.”

he holds you for as long as you need, his heart aches at each broken sob you let out. he holds you as tight as he can he can’t stand to see you like this.

ashton loves you. it is so easy for him to love you that it frightens him. he’s never been good at anything. but hes never wanted anything so much as he wants to hold you every waking minute. he’s at home when you’re around, he feels himself falling more and more in love with you.

ashton knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t feel this way when you’re in so much pain. he knows it’s selfish to think of himself as a savior. but he knows he isn’t.

you’re suffering and all he can think about is how much he loves you.

“cmon, we need to get you ready for bed..” he says into your hair, quietly. you nod and let him help you off the chair into the master bathroom. he sits you on the toilet as he gets you some extra clothes and towels. you sit there emotionless and when ashton returns he looks down at you, reaching for a rag, baby wipe, or something to take your makeup off with.

he succeeds, finding some makeup removers and then bends down to your level. “can i?” he asks and you nod. he nods back, opens the package takes out a wipe, and begins cleaning off your day-old makeup. you say nothing and he says nothing. just carefully removing the makeup with his gentle touch. he thought that even though you are exhausted, in pain, and very miserable you still look so beautiful.

“i’ll run the water now, i’ll leave you to get cleaned up,” he says as he stands up throwing away the used makeup remover towelette. you nod, watching as he turns the water on and connects the shower head. “if you need anything, i’ll be right outside.” he smiles, closing the door behind him.

you didn’t know how long you were sitting there, you don’t even remember undressing and stepping into the shower.

you were probably in there for close to an hour, just standing there but ashton waited for you. he occupied himself with his phone but it didn’t do much considering he was so worried for you.

when he heard the door unlock and open, his eyes shot up from the phone screen and landed on you.

you had looked so defeated, your hair was still damp and dripping on some of the clothes he had given you.

“feel better?”

you shrug, walking over and plopping down next to him on the bed. “i don’t know..” you answer just above a whisper. he nods, sighing as he stands up from the bed. “well, i’ll let you be. i’ll be across the hall-“

you cut him off, “no” you look up at him. “please, just stay. like old times.” he looks hesitant but ashton walks back over to the bed and crawls back on the bed. “of course” he says softly.

“i’d never leave you”

you continued to stay with ashton for the next few months, even though you were searching for an apartment he still insisted on having you stay. one, because he loved your company and he had just gotten so used to you being around.

he watched you heal, he helped you heal and honestly, you just weren’t ready to be alone just yet. so, he let you stay for as long as you wanted.

life had slowly begun to improve, ashton kept you afloat and made sure you were safe. he didn’t let you go one day without making sure you were doing something to occupy your mind, so you don’t slip into your mind.

often times you were sat next to ashton in the studio as you occasionally help him write songs the guys had started. you didn’t have the talents like the other four, but ashton would ask your opinion and even using some of your ideas.

you sat bored on your phone, eventually dropping it to your lap as you stare at ashton’s back as he was humming melodies to himself. you stare at all of the papers sprawled out on the table and floor, your brows furrowed reading some scribbles that were supposed to be lyrics. your eyes land on a piece of paper with the lyrics, We're together, all alone tonight So helpless from the other side So why won't you love me?

you feel tightness in your chest, your eyes gloss over with tears. all the memories of you and calum flood back and you. you drop the paper and ashton hears your sniffles and he looks up.

he’s met with your swollen and puffy eyes, “y/n?” you look up at him, and break down. broken sobs filled the studio as he rushes to your side “what is it?” he asks wrapping his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest. “why won’t he love me?” you say, followed by a loud sob stuck in your throat. “why couldn’t he love me?”

you continue to ramble incoherent sobs and ashton tries his best to soothe you. but, he knows he can’t fix everything.

you deserve so much better, even if ashton isn’t what you need. he will always love you. as he’s rubbing your back, hearing your broken sobs he feels heartbroken and helpless.

“i love you..” he says quietly into your hair.

“i love you too, ash” you say, sniffling.

ashton falls silent for a moment before sighing. “no, y/n. listen to me” he pulls you away from his chest, his hands on either side of your face as his thumbs while away your tears. “i love you” he’s looking into your eyes now, and you don’t know how to take what he’s telling you.

“i’m not asking you to love me more than just your friend, but you need to know that i do love you. you’ve been the only constant in my life, y/n. you deserve the best, even if it isn’t me. i’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to, but you need to know.”

ashton knew it was wrong of him to drop the ball on your so suddenly, after calling it off with calum just a few months ago. ashton was sure you probably would hate him after this but he needed to get it off his chest or else he might explode.

“ash..” you sigh, your eyes close and had only hoped that this was some kind of joke, because if he had told you before getting serious with calum, you feel even more crushed hearing the confession spill from your best friends lips.

“im sorry. i really am, and i know you don’t want another relationship but i will always wait for you..” ashton follows, still looking into your eyes.

you fall silent for a moment, admiring his hazel eyes while your heart continues to ache with each beat.

“y/n?” you don’t answer, you just sigh as you shake your head. “just.. just hold me ashton. please.”

ashton pulls you in, letting your head rest against his shoulder and his finger draws circles on your back. you close your eyes, your mind is racing and you just want to turn it off.

“im sorry, y/n..” ashton’s says quietly.

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calturnstogold · 2 years

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hello! apologies for being super inactive recently! I have a week's break from school now so I hope & promise that I'll be posting some stuff soon! love to you all!

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blueboycal · 2 years

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my requests are open! pls send some tour themed ones my way.

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tinyglitterrose · 1 year

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Does It Hurt? - Part 1

Lashton, boyxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

Warnings: SMUT, Watersports

Summary: Luke finds out Ashton is into watersports. That's basically it 😂

❌don't like, don't read! okay? good :)❌

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"But doesn't it hurt when you pee while you're hard?"

"Luke, please shut up", Ashton groaned. He regretted it so badly. But Luke wouldn't stop asking what he had meant when he had accidently let something about needing to drink a few more bottles of water before he would get off. First, Luke had thought Ashton just liked it better when he was hydrated but Ashton hadn't been able to hide his blush so Luke had finally gotten to what it actually meant: Ashton liked to pee in sexual situations. He had a watersports kink.

"But you don't like the...you know, like, you don't like that too right? I mean I wouldn't judge you, to each their own, but like -"

"No, Luke, I don't shit on people nor do I wanna shit myself, ok?"

"Oh...cool", he lasted two seconds in silence before he continued, "But doesn't the smell turn you off? And what if you get it in your face, oh my god imagine if you got it in your mouth!"

Ashton didn't answer that and Luke immediately noticed: "In your - Ash!"

"What?", the drummer's voice was a little shrill and his cheeks were flaming hot.

"But like-"

"Scientifically speaking, pee is a lot cleaner than if you lick your fingers or something, you literally said two seconds ago you wouldn't judge me"

"No, yea, I know. I'm sorry", another two seconds of silence then: "Would you drink my pee if we had sex?"

Ashton almost facepalmed but reduced it to groaning very loudly. "First of all, Luke, I don't drink pee. It's not about drinking it, it's about having someone get it on me and I wouldn't mind if some of it striped my face, you know like cumming on someone. Second of all, why would we have sex??"

Luke shrugged with a lopsided grin, causing Ashton to squint his eyes at him in suspicion.

Sadly the conversation was not over then,the silence lasted longer this time, maybe a minute, but then Luke said the stupidest thing yet: "So would you like let me use you as a toilet if I asked?"

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'Use him as a toilet'

Ashton scoffed. He was not a human toilet and sure his kink was weird but it was a totally okay kink. There were plenty of people that liked to get cum on them so why not pee, right?

Besides, in all his twenty eight years of life he had yet to have someone else pee on him. He had only explored it himself and Luke was the first one he had trusted with this secret. Or rather Luke had forced himself to be trusted by Ashton.

And Ashton really hated that now Luke had implemented a picture in his mind that just wouldn't go away. He tried to think about what he usually thought about when he got himself off, some faceless hot bulky man hovering over him and telling him to let go. But now it wasn't some random man, it was Luke. Luke who just appeared in his mind now every single time he had his hand around his dick and he wasn't telling him to cum or too stop holding it, he was telling him to look up at him. Taunting him with saying he knew that Ashton wanted it, wanted him to get the golden liquid on his face, have it running down his body.

The words out of this fictional Luke's mouth came up in Ashton's brain without him even having to think about it. They were invading his mind just like this fictional Luke himself.

'So hot when you're all soaked in it', he would raunchily say to him, aiming the tip of his large erection right at his face, 'look at you all thirsty for it'

And Ashton groaned at it, upper body lifting off the bed towards a non existent second body. He felt the rough material of the towel he had spread under himself when he laid back down, hand still moving around his length. He knew there was no use in trying to make the image of his younger bandmate go away, it hadn't worked in the past days it wouldn't work now. So he just gave in to it, his hand speeding up and tiny gasps leaving his mouth as it got harder and a little painful to keep holding it all in.

He had drank so much water in the past two hours that lead up to just this and now he could already feel the relieve he knew would come with releasing all over himself and then finally orgasming. It was a mess cumming when he was already wet but he loved it.

"Oh", he gasped, choking when his thumb caught on the tip and his thighs twitched with the effort to hold it back, "Oh, please"

His wrist was aching a little when he sped up his movements and he didn't even register that he had started to gasp his blonde friend's name when his hips then kept thrusting up into his palm, shuddering thighs struggling to keep his middle lifted in the air but not able to lay back down.

"Lu- Luke, oh fuck, Luke"

And as cliché as it was, Luke heard him. Of course he did. Of fucking course he would hear Ashton calling for him when he was seconds away from pissing all over himself with his dick hard and in his hand, oh and also naked.

"Ash?", Luke asked the to the closed door of Ashton's room in the suite they were sharing. He didn't want to just barge in, but Ashton called for him again.

Because Ashton hadn't heard Luke outside his door. His hips were shuddering just like his thighs now, dick starting to twitch in his sweaty hand and then he was letting go.

He was gasping, sobbing with the burning feeling that came with cumming while also releasing something else and his hips were so high in the air.

He didn't take notice of Luke in his ecstasy.

Luke who was staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes and an open mouth because this right in front of him was some straight up filthy porn. And it was real, it was Ashton.

Ashton's naked body squirming on the bed and Ashton's dick striping his wide chest with cum and - oh god.

Luke choked on his own breath when he noticed it. He was doing it. Ashton was, he was - Luke gulped and his breath stuttered. He was peeing himself just like he said he did it. But Luke hadn't really, well of course he hadn't pictured it, but now that he was seeing it, it was overwhelming and maybe he was starting to understand why Ashton liked it.

Maybe, just maybe, his own dick was getting interested in the drummer drenching himself in golden liquid that, due to his hips still being lifted high in the air, ran down his chest and pooled in his collar bones or dripped down his sides.

It should have been filthy and dirty. Luke should have been disgusted.

He wasn't. Instead he was drawn closer, found himself walking into the room and invading Ashton's space. A hand was slipping into his own pants, wrapping around his rapidly hardening dick and started stroking while he stood right beside Ashton's bed.

What the fuck was happening?

Ashton's hips fell back down onto his bed, no more cum jumping out of his length but there was still a thing golden stream coming from it. When it began to stutter, turning into short broken up spurts, he began to sob quietly with each of them like it was painful.

His head turned to the side, mouth still agape - and then he saw Luke.

Frantically, he tried to pick himself up, hands pushing into the puddle on his bed and he cringed, whimpered, too, and he just wanted to disappear. This couldn't be happening, please no.

His eyes were wild, panicked. Luke's were calm. He didn't seem phazed at all and he was surprised by that himself. Maybe it was the hand around his dick that was still moving that made him relax.

"What are you-", Ashton's eyes had found said hand. It was unmistakable what it was doing in Luke's pants with the movement.

"That looked like it hurt.", he was making casual conversation about a really not casual topic while he was jerking off. About Ashton, in front of Ashton, while talking to Ashton.

Ashton who was currently speechless. His eyes were laser focused on how the blonde's hand shifted inside the pants.

"You-", he didn't even know what he wanted to say.

"You should clean up your bed before you drench everything", Luke said, still stroking his cock in his pants.

Ashton blinked a few times, not moving, still watching the others' hand move in the pants, but then he flinched like something had pulled him out of his trance and he set himself into motion.

"Actually I think the bed can wait"

Ashton suddenly felt hands on his bare hips from where he was now bent over the bed. He had wanted to strip the bed sheets of but froze at the touch.

"Get on your knees and wait for me"

Ashton was unsure if he should follow the request but when Luke added "I'll just get myself something to drink" he - still didn't move.

He was covered in cum and piss, entirely naked, sweaty and he just wanted to run away and hide from Luke. Luke who was making a joke out of this by telling him to get on his knees.

"Luke, I'm already embarrassed, you don't need to make it worse", he said, face flushed bright red.

"M not", Luke mumbled, pulling his back closer towards his front, almost as if hugging the other man. He put his hands over Ashton's and pushed them away from his torso where he had put them in an attempt to hide himself.

"Get on your knees please?", he asked softly into his ear. Wetness that was stuck to Ashton's back from, well, laying in it, dampened Luke's shirt and he pressed his nose to the back of the drummer's neck, nuzzling the curls.

"Please - if you want to", Luke tried again and Ashton finally shifted a little.

He avoided eye contact the whole time when he moved to kneel on the floor. The bed was still wet, probably soaking the mattress, his torso was covered in sticky cum and his own liquid, which was running down his thighs, too, by now.

His mind was racing, while Luke was gone. Would he come back with a camera and make fun of him? Maybe call Calum and Michael? Or was he not going to come back at all and he would be kneeling here for the next few hours? He should probably just get up, right? He should get up and finally clean the bed, yeah, he should do that.

Ashton got up, shaking his head at how stupid he felt for actually getting on the floor in the first place, and stripped the bed.

Thanks to the thick towel he head spread across the sheets, it hadn't gotten through to the mattress yet.

Ashton really wanted to clean himself up, too, but keeping the bed dry was more important and his shower could wait another few minutes.

When he was done with the bed and he had rolled the sheets and the towel up in a big ball, he put them down in favor of grabbing some tissues to at least clean himself a little. The cum was starting to get sticky, like freshly chewed gum and he wanted it off. He was getting all too aware of it now.

But just when he went to swipe the first tissue over his chest, he was interrupted: "And just what exactly are you doing?"

Wide hazel eyes snapped up to meet with blue ones. The blue that usually looked soft and cute and pretty but right now it was cold. And strong, unwavering, as he stared right back at Ashton.

Ashton didn't say a word. He didn't make a sound either, he just blankly stared. Only his hands lowered on their own accord to hide his crotch from Luke.

"Nuh - uh", Luke made when he saw the movement and with two big steps he was right in front of the shorter man and gripping his wrists to stop him. His free hand took the tissue from Ashton's fingers. He glanced around the room, noticing the ball of sheets and sighed.

"I get that you were worried about the bed so I guess I can let your misbevahing slide. But I didn't want you to clean this up", his pointer finger slid up Ashton's chest, collecting some of the cum there, "so I am quite dissappointed in you, Ash"

Ashton gulped. Dissappointed?

Luke broke their eye contact.

Then, his hand was cupping Ashton's chin, thumb and middle finger pressing into his jaw to make him open his mouth. Ashton's heart stuttered when he realized what Luke was doing. The cum covered finger pushed between his lips and Ashton's eyes went so wide that it could have been mistaken for panic.

Luke had his cum on his hand. Shit. And now it was in his mouth and why was he sucking on Luke's fucking cum covered finger now, what was he doing?

"Good boy", Luke mumbled, almost like he wasn't fully aware of saying it.

Ashton gulped and watched as Luke wiped the spit soaked finger on his shirt.

"Now", Ashton's eyes snapped up to Luke's ones at the change of tone in his voice, "I think I had told you to get on your knees?"

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daniellesimagines · 10 months

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Shot of Truth (Ashton Irwin) - Part 2

word count: 1004 requested by: @youngblood199456 (x) pronouns: she/her warnings: none fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: exes, bad boy summary: it’s been 4 months since you made that mixtape for your ex-boyfriend, 4 months since you’d last seen him, and 4 months since you were starting to worry you’d fucked up inspired by: @bxdlvckcharm (x) and @phoenixsbby (x) authors notes: sorry this took 3 years lol other parts: part 1 / part 2

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Ashton took a deep breath before he opened the bookshop’s door, hearing the bell above his head ding. He could feel his heart beating like it was going to fall out of his chest at any moment, but he knew he could do this – he had to do this. He’d been hyping himself up for the past four months to come back into this shop and confront you about your mixtape. He hadn’t been able to think about anything other than that damn CD – that you were telling him you still loved him.

He looked around the small shop, unable to see or hear anyone around – not a cashier, not someone stocking shelves, not anyone greeting him as he entered... It was like the store was empty. He decided he’d use the opportunity of no patrons being around to find you – at least no one would be around to hear you reject him for practically ghosting you for four months.

He began walking toward the back of the shop – the only place anyone could feasibly be if they hadn’t heard someone enter – but he stopped when he heard people talking. He listened carefully upon hearing your voice, quietly making his way toward his favorite sound, and stopping at the end of the aisle of books just before he’d been spotted.

“How can he think I’m happy?” he heard you sniffle, peeking above the books to see you roughly wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand, “I’ve been miserable since the day he broke up with me and he thinks I’m happy?”

“Y/N,” your co-worker sighed, “Maybe he’s just trying to cope too. You didn’t leave that CD for nothing, did you?”

“That was months ago,” you mumbled, “If he’s listened to it, he would have said so by now. He hasn’t even come into the store since then. It probably scared him away.”

“He’s probably trying to figure out how,” she assured you, “It took you a couple weeks to come up with the idea for the CD, didn’t it? I’m sure he’s just trying to come up with an idea for a response.”

“He probably thinks I’m too clingy – that I’m too hung up on the past and am begging for him back...” you whispered, more to yourself than to Corrine, “He already broke up with me for being too much to deal with the first time around... Why would he wanna deal with this trainwreck again?”

And Ashton, finally having enough of you berating yourself, couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore.

“Because that ‘trainwreck’ is the best thing that ever happened to me!” he said angrily, making you jump when he popped out from around the corner, “And I’m not about to stand here and listen to her convince herself that I don’t love her anymore!”

Corrine rolled her eyes – took him long enough to speak up – before plucking the books out of your hands and taking the cart to finish working so you and Ashton could have a moment alone.

“A-Ashton!” you squeaked, quickly wiping the rest of your tears off of your cheeks, “What- What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to talk about that CD you left me,” he stated bluntly to keep you from avoiding it.

“You... You listened to it...?” you murmured, surprising him.

“I mean... Yeah,” he nodded, “You put it there for me to listen to, didn’t you?”

“I just... I didn’t think you did...” you admitted, keeping your gaze on your feet, “Been a while since you’ve come in here...”

“Well, uh...” he cleared his throat nervously, “Corrine wasn’t wrong when she said I’ve been trying to think of something to say.”

“I’m just- I heard you and your friend talking before... I don’t- didn’t...know you thought I was happier... I guess I just thought... You know I’m not good at talking about my feelings... I thought that would be easier... M’sorry if it made you uncomfortable...”

“Uncomfortable?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “Why would it make me uncomfortable?”

“I’m- I dunno,” you shrugged lightly, “Jus’ haven’t seen you around since then, I guess...”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he shook his head, “I never expected you to still want me is all. Those songs you picked... That was a lot for me to hear all at once.”

“M’sorry...” you repeated in a whisper.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,” he assured you, “I know talking about how you’re feeling is difficult for you. I’m proud of you for trying anything at all.”

He saw the corner of your mouth twitch, making him barely smile as well. He watched you for a moment longer, finally realizing you hadn’t looked away from the floor.

“Hey, Y/N?” Ashton said softly, “Look at me? Please?” You barely shook your head. “Why not?” he furrowed his eyebrows again – had he done something wrong already? But, as you swallowed the lump in your throat, he could have never prepared himself for your reply.

“If I look at you again, I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing you,” you confessed so lowly, he almost didn’t hear you. But when his brain finally processed your words – when he actually realized what you were telling him – he couldn’t keep himself from smiling.

“I wouldn’t tell you to stop if you did,” he promised.

You tried to slyly wipe your face again, but Ashton took your hand and pulled it back down. He then put his hands on your cheeks and lifted your head up. Your eyes finally met his, and he could tell how hard you were trying not to start crying in front of him.

“You are my favorite person in the entire world,” he whispered, swiping his thumbs underneath your eyes, “You know that, right?”

“St-Still?” your bottom lip quivered slightly, your heart racing when he smiled at you.

“Forever,” he promised, smiling even wider when you wasted no more time in kissing him.

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