#ashton irwin drabble

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Masterlist

Hello! This is a complied list of all my works for you to enjoy! Please remember that my writing does not reflect 5sos in real life; it is purely fiction 🎀🤍

🌷=fluff

🖇=angst

💋=smut

🧸=age regression

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Luke Hemmings

I have a separate masterlist of Luke works because I have way more of those than anything else :). That can be found here!

Michael Clifford

🌷 I'll Always Listen

🌷 To the Moon and Back

🌷 You're Beautiful

💋 Streams

💋 Don't Worry Baby

Calum Hood

🧸 My Baby

🌷 Unhappy Halloween

🌷 Five More Minutes

🌷 Marriage

💋 Latin and Pentagrams

🌷 Tour Struggles

💋 Softie

Ashton Irwin

🌷 I'll Take Care of It

🌷 Study Stress

🌷 Feel Better

🌷 Bad Days

🌷 Ours

5 Seconds of Summer

💋 Five Sauce

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Lashton

🌷 Brothers

🌷 You'll Be Okay

Muke

🌷 The Dress

🖇 Diagnosis

🌷 Woke Up In Japan

🧸 Luke's Secret

Cake

🧸 Little Lukey

🧸 New Toys

Mashton

🌷 Cupid

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© 2023-lukeontheredline

All works posted here are my original ideas and stories unless otherwise stated. Please do not post elsewhere or copy my work.

Updated: February 13th, 2024

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home life ~ ashton irwin

word count: 1669

request?: yes!

“So the request is domestic everyday life fluff with any of them. Whichever you know best or maybe a short blurb of all of them. I trust you so have fun and thank you!”

description: what’s the typical day like for ashton and his wife? let’s find out

pairing: ashton irwin x female!reader

warnings: nothing just some super cute domestic fluff with ashton

masterlist (one, two, three)

As much as Ashton loved to make music and go on tour, his favorite place to be was at home with you. More specifically, in your shared bed, which was where he was now.

He had awoken before you, both of you submerged in the sea of warm blankets. He rolled over to face you and couldn’t help but smile as he looked at your sleepy face. You were asleep on your stomach, your face smooshed adorably into the pillow. A small sliver of sunlight poked through the closed blinds and landed perfectly against your face, giving you a glow as if you were Ashton’s personal angel.

He moved slowly closer to you as to not wake you. He extended a hand to run it over the soft and warm skin along your shoulders and back. You stirred at the touch, peaking open one eye to look at him before closing it again. A small smile came across your face as you snuggled closer to him.

“Good morning,” you murmured.

“Good morning, love,” Ashton responded. “Did you sleep well?”

“I always sleep well when you’re home.”

Ashton smiled and opened his arms to you. You turned to face him and shuffled closer until the warmth of his arms engulfed you. You breathed in his familiar scent as you buried your head in his chest.

“What if we stayed in bed all day?” he murmured into your hair. “We don’t have anything to do anyways.”

“I love the idea, but if we lay in bed all day we’ll get bed sores.”

“Those aren’t real.”

“Maybe not, but I’m not going to test that. Besides, we have to get up to eat and use the bathroom and stuff eventually.”

Ashton sighed and pressed a kiss against your head. “Okay, counter offer: we stay in bed for one more hour, then we’ll get up.”

You smiled and kissed his neck. “I can agree to that, I guess.”

An hour came and passed and Ashton was reluctant to get up or to let you go, but a deal was made and he was a man of his word. You reluctantly peeled yourself from the bed, your body still care from your night with Ashton. He watched you longingly as you walked to the bathroom. When he heard the shower turn on, he quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

As much as Ashton loved being physically intimate with you, he also loved these moments of tender intimacy. Maybe even more than the physical intimacy sometimes. You were stood together under the hot water. Ashton had lathered up your hair with shampoo and gently tilted your head back under the water to rinse. You did the same for him before switching so he could put considering in your hair. He then lathered up his hands with body was and started to wash your body. You leaned into his touch, a dreamy smile on your face.

You giggled as his hands started moving down between your legs. “Naughty boy. You’re supposed to be cleaning me.”

“But getting dirty is way more fun,” he replied.

You giggled and playfully pushed him away. You rinsed the suds from your body before leaning in to kiss Ashton. His hands wandered over your soft, wet skin as his lips moved to your neck.

“You’re giving me mixed signals, love,” he mumbled against your neck.

“Only because you’re a horny nuisance,” you giggled.

“You knew that when you married me.”

One hot shower turned very cold later, you were both finally drying yourselves off and getting dressed. You offered to make breakfast, but Ashton insisted on ordering delivery for the two of you instead. “A lazy, relaxing day,” he said. You weren’t about to argue.

You always cherished having Ashton home. Days like these, where you were both home and free of any responsibility for an entire day, were few and far between, and they seemed to be very fleeting. You knew this was Ashton’s life when you married him. In fact, you had gotten a practice run of it in the early years of your relationship. It didn’t make the time away from one another any easier, or the time together any less bittersweet.

Since Ashton decided on a lazy day together, you collected the softest blankets in the house and settled down on the couch. Ashton collected the breakfast when it arrived and brought it into the living room. He placed the spread on your coffee table and took his place next to you on the couch.

“What shall we watch?” you asked as you cuddled into his side.

“You choose,” he responded.

“We both know that’s a bad idea since I’ll undoubtably end up choosing Encanto for the hundredth time.”

“More like millionth.” You elbowed him playfully. “But I love how excited you get when we watch it, so how can I pass up that opportunity?”

You smiled at him and gleefully turned on your favorite movie. The two of you watched in near silence as you ate, sometimes broken by you singing along softly.

“You’re very cute,” Ashton commented after your one woman performance of We Don’t Talk About Bruno.

“I know,” you teased. “But I don’t think that compliment applies when I’m stuffing my face and singing along to Disney tunes.”

“No, especially then.”

You shook your head. “That’s just lies, and you’re not supposed to lie to your wife.”

You placed you plate aside and laid back into his arms. He looked down at you with that look - the lovesick puppy look. He’s had it ever since you first met. There was something warm and comforting about that fact; the fact that after all these years, Ashton still looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

“You’re very cute,” he repeated, lightly brushing his lips against your nose.

“You mentioned that already,” you teased.

“I’ll keep telling you as many times as you want to hear it.”

You smiled and into into his embrace, kissing his cheek.

You spent a few hours cuddled up on the couch going back and forth picking what movies to watch. Ashton’s hand idly roamed your body; first running through your hair, then running over your arm and back, then tracing circles on your thigh. It brought you an added comfort and was almost enough to lull you to sleep a couple of times.

When dinner time came around, you told Ashton you were going to cook for the two of you and you refused to hear otherwise on the matter. He agreed, but only on the terms that he helped you.

That lasted all of five minutes, after which you had to kick him out because he was getting in the way more than helping.

“Go set the table or something,” you had said, playfully, after swatting him with the dish towel.

Some time later, you had dinner ready and placed on the table for the two of you. The sun had set and the only light in the room was the dim light of the lamps. Realizing how quickly the day had gone by resulted in a feeling of melancholy settling over you. You were starting to be reminded about your fleeting time with Ashton yet again.

Noticing your mood switch, Ashton reached out to hold your hand. “Hey, what’s up?”

You snapped out of your mood and smiled. “Nothing. I’m good. Just hungry.”

“Then eat, silly.”

After eating and washing up the dishes, you found yourself back in bed, once again cuddled up in Ashton’s arms. Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his heart beating against your ear. It was another moment you tried not to take for granted: the calm moments when you could just lay with Ashton, take in the warmth of his body against yours, the sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing. His hand had slipped under your shirt and was tracing circles against your bare skin. You could feel the callouses on his fingers against the softness of your skin.

Your eyes kept glancing at the clock on your bedside table. Every minute that ticked by was a minute closer to Ashton’s break ending. You still had a few days, but the next few days were filled with work for you and obligations for the both of you. This would be your last day alone together, and it felt like it was going by way too fast.

“Hey.” You looked up to see Ashton’s concerned face. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”

You sighed. “I don’t want the day to end.”

“I know,” he said. “I don’t either, but we still have a few days left.”

“Not ones where we’re both off and can just spend the day together.”

He pulled you in tighter and kissed you on top of your head. “I know, love, but you can’t think about the future in dread like that. You gotta try to live in the moment. Think about us, here, right now. Besides, I don’t care if we have things going on or if I only get to spend a little time with you before or after you have work. As long as I get to spend time with you at all, I’ll be happy.”

Tears were welling in your eyes, both a combination of happiness at his words but also a little sadness at the thought of having to let him go sometime soon. But you cuddled into his side and tried to do as he said; forget about the future and try to live in the now.

“I love you, you know,” you said, your words muffled from your face being buried against his chest.

He chuckled. “I know. I love you, too.”

“I love you more.”

He gave you a look and poked at your side. “Don’t start this debate. We both know how it’s going to end.”

You giggled and settled in next to him for the conclusion of your relaxing day.

[dreambabylon]

“Oh wow, that’s a Keeper” - C.H.

Warnings: Fluff <3

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masterlist

all works in this masterlist are a work of fiction. MINORS DNI

finalised : march 24 2023

LUKE hair sfw / neutral reader misbehave nsfw / masc reader

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Main Masterlist ♡ 5SOS, SKZ, BTS

Last update: 20.01.2024

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Tag someone you’d like to get to know better!

Thank you so much for the tag @lumosatnight! And I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this

Three Ships: Right now it’s probably George/Harry, Sirius/Bellatrix, and Pansy/Astoria!

First Ship: In hp? I think it was harmione or drarry

Last Song: Scar by Ashton Irwin

Last Movie: Embarrassingly, Aquaslash

Currently Reading: Uhhhh nothing

Currently Watching: Yellowjackets

Last Thing I Wrote: I think the last thing I completed was the sirry Drabble I wrote for @picklesonjupiter.

Currently Writing: So fucking much, mainly focusing on my Pansy/andromeda smutshot and my fic for the Kill Your Darlings fest.

I’m tagging anyone that wants to answer! No pressure!

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people i write for!

feel free to submit a request/blurb/drabble or just plain thoughts for anyone on this list! 

last updated: april 21, 2024

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George Russell

Lewis Hamilton

Max Verstappen

Daniel Ricciardo

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Mick Schumacher 

Sergio Perez

Fernando Alonso

Sebastian Vettel (RB Seb only for now)

Arthur Leclerc

Oliver Bearman

Luke Hemmings 

Michael Clifford

Ashton Irwin

Calum Hood

Harry Styles

Matty Healy

George Daniel

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Humor Masterlist

Banding - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) ot4 M, 3k

Summary: "Do you guys ever, like, wanna know what it feels like to get nutted in?”

Enclave (ao3) - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) ot4 E, 68k

Summary: The intended sentiment of Best Years allows him to put himself in a pair of shoes he’d love to wear, it allows him to transport himself into a future where he has what he wants with who he wants it with, and gets to promise all three of them that he’ll do his best to be a good partner to them until the end of his days. And he thinks he would be. If given the chance, he believes he would make for a good boyfriend. Partner. Whatever they’d wanna call him.

Luke would want to call them his partners, he thinks, regardless of what they would want to call him.

A story about being certain of where your place in life is but being unsure about how to find your way there.

i just know i can't stop thinking of you (ao3) - zialllovessterek Luke/Ashton T, 3k

Summary: When the cute boy from the coffee shop that Ashton's been ogling for weeks finally notices him, it's like a dream come true.

Or, the one with a wannabe tough guy who's secretly a softy, a coffee shop romance, and lots of blushing.

it can wait until tomorrow (ao3) - babushcat (MerrytheCookie) Micahel/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: Michael has been baking a lot, lately.

Ashton commends the effort, and he’s glad for Michael’s newfound interests, determined to support him in whatever project he dives into—he’s had to be the taste-tester for many a failure, but he thinks he makes for a fair judge.

The thing is, Michael is not a good baker.

peach and clover (ao3) - galacticsugar Luke/Calum M, 7k

Summary: “Now the fuck what?” he asks, shaking his head helplessly at Calum. “Try to find a hotel further away? Hike a few miles at midnight?”

“Clover Leaf Motel,” Calum says, pointing out the window next to them. Luke has to crank his neck around to see it. Across the street and down the block, there’s a dilapidated-looking building with a glowing neon sign out front. Vacancy. “I didn’t mention it earlier because it seems like kind of a last resort type of place, but, uh…”

“That’s where we’re at,” Luke says, chuckling humorlessly at the motel’s logo—a four leaf clover, which would normally seem pretty ironic given the state of the motel, but Luke can’t deny there’s comedy in the situation. Somehow, they are actually lucky that this place exists.

Pottery Barn - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 3k

Summary: Ashton rents out a pottery barn for the evening.

Shameless (ao3) - HeartnArrow luke/ashton N/R, 39k

Summary: Luke is captain of the hockey team, one of the most popular guys in school along with calum hood, came out as gay last year. ashton is a nerd who gets straight a’s and has yet to have his first kiss at the age of 17. michael is his best friend who isn't really a nerd but has known ashton since preschool. ashton has always watched luke from afar, admiring him at the hockey games and in the hallways. he’s had a crush on him since freshman year but luke doesn't even know his name. or Luke was looking for a fuck buddy while Ashton was looking for love.

that drabble where calum is a hairless menace (ao3) - merlypops Calum/Ashton G, 1k

Summary: 'Ashton had kind of always loved having his hair played with. It was right up there in the list of 'Things Ashton Fletcher Irwin Enjoyed', between blow jobs from Calum and those little pots full of Nutella that you could dip miniature breadsticks in.'

Ashton has pretty hair and Calum believes in second chances.

would you bail me out if i needed? (ao3) - bellawritess Michael/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: “They’re where?”

“In jail,” Calum sighs.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - bellawritess Michael/Calum T, 7k

Summary: “No, Luke,” Michael interrupts. “Calum’s not my boyfriend.”

It shouldn’t come as a surprise, but from Luke’s face Michael can see clearly that it has. “What? Since when?”

[seasidepierre]

Tonight’s drabble is about your favorite curly headed Australian boy and yes, I’m talking about Daniel Ricciardo, even though Ashton Irwin is really on top of the Australian list for me.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Mattress Comfort | Ashton Irwin

Summary; Ashton comes home, and as his girlfriend’s sponsor, and of course lover, he is there to help her get through her difficulties.

Warnings; depression, angst, mentions of self harm, fluff, sponsoring. Do not read if this is triggering.

It was late when Ash got home from the studio, he had been conjoining lyrics to fathom a musical world that would encase him away from dark thoughts, or possibilities of mental torture.

A while back, he had began to attend meetings for his depression, it was no secret that in the past that he had suffered with a well known thing called depression, many people in the world had it.

It was a gripping sensation, one that reminded its victim that they were never good enough, and could never possibly be. The energy to do the simplest tasks was lacklustre, the tank was left near on empty.

That was where he had met his partner, at the meetings. He was inclined to spend more time together outside of your mandatory hours of attendance, simply because he wanted to. Ashton was smitten with you, and you happened to be his first potential love interest who understood his struggles.

So when he arrived home, the place blanketed in darkness and the living room left untouched, except from an empty packet of Doritos, he knew what kind of mood you were being affected by.

The curtains hadn’t even been opened since the prior day, and so he drew them, blinking hastily at the intruding light. It hurt his eyes, but what made him ache more was knowing that you were currently struggling, so he went towards your safe place; your room.

Although you had been the only person at home, the door was still closed, it was no surprise. It was a barricade of protection, closure from the rest of your life. Ash remembered as a teen and young adult, he would do the exact same thing. And so he pried it open by the handle, and found a lump of duvet wrapped around you.

It was even falling out of the cover, some of the poppers undone, but that was the least of your worries, especially when there were already so many. Ashton made slow footsteps, shutting the door behind himself, and switching the light on, causing you to burrow further into your personal nest.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?” He already was aware of the answer, but he asked nevertheless. You needed to be enquired about your feelings to feel as though someone cared, so he took that mantle. It hit him add seeing you like this, he wanted nothing more than to join you in your amputated bubble, however it wasn’t healthy, and he always had to remind himself that it wasn’t for you either.

“Fine.” Was your mumbled response, your lips brushing against the pillow that your unwashed hair had been resting on a while back. “How was work?” It was a distraction, to enquire about his day in return, so that he wouldn’t pry any more at your physical or mental state.

“I missed you.” His rough fingertips gently brushed over your covered form, allowing you to know that he was right by you, and preparing to peel them away from you. “Mikey was telling me about this new restaurant, I think we should go out tonight, get some fresh air.”

“I’m busy, got work to finish, but maybe tomorrow.” He didn’t get mad at your excuses, mostly because he couldn’t. It wasn’t merely an excuse, you probably did have work, but were putting it off because of your present head space.

“Okay.” Ashton nodded, replying softly as his hands raked down the sheets, and revealed your tiresome and resting face. “You should have called me if you were feeling like this.” He reminded you, his hand tracing over your cheekbone so gently that the contact was barely there.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You said honestly, a light frown finding it’s way onto your face. “You’re so busy, and your work is important, I can get through this by myself, I don’t have to drag you down with me.”

“Nothing is more important than you y/n.” He spoke seriously, meaning his every word. If it were necessary, such as an instance as this, he would drop everything in that moment, and rush home or wherever the hell you were.

It didn’t matter, it wasn’t only his duty as a boyfriend to be prepared for when you needed someone, but as your sponsor. The contract was mutual, but he was feeling slightly better, but your worriesome behaviour made him want to crash down all over again.

But he swore to himself that he couldn’t. He wasn’t the only person he needed to be strong for anymore, you depended on him, and despite you seeing that as a burden, he was more than happy to come at your beck and call.

“Don’t lie, please.” You whispered helplessly, pulling at the strings of Ashton’s heart. If you could, you’d rewind time to hours before, so that you could go back to staring at the ceiling, and Ash would be at the studio, hanging and relaxing and laughing with his boys.

“I’d never lie to you baby.” He contradicted and corrected you, slowly pulling you up to be seated against the headboard. It was a better position, considering the fact that you had probably been laying down all day and waiting for multiple reasons to force yourself up so you could go and pee.

You wanted to believe him so bad, but that voice in the back of your head began its mad barking, and threw every possibility of that out it’s back door. It was truly difficult to live with an invisible illness, not everybody understood.

At least Ashton did though, that was one true relief and blessing. But simultaneously it wasn’t, because that meant that he had endured such thought and self harm, and he was too beautiful to suffer like you were.

“I-”

“Let’s just go have a shower, yeah. And then we can put on something you haven’t watched before, get out of your comfort zone a little, and cuddle on the sofa, with a proper dinner instead of snacks.” He knew your every move, your every flaw, bu he loved them all the same.

There was nothing that he could do to permanently render the pain away, but sometimes he could temporarily distract you, and that was today’s plan. Tomorrow could be another story, you could dressed up to go out, and change your mind because of your nerves to call a cab home, because you thought the driver may judge you from their front seat, but that was okay.

It was mandatory that each day was taken a step at a time, it was still overwhelming nevertheless, but Ashton felt a wave of happiness cast over him as you reluctantly nodded your head, and despite not wanting to, slipped out of your bed.

[bxcketbarnes]

Delicate Kisses

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

You and Ashton stand at the altar, hands laced together as the Ordained Minister reads from his book. The black-haired man squeezes your hand, his tongue running across his bottom lip.

"Do you, Ashton Irwin, take Y/N to be your wife?" He asks and Ashton grins, nodding his head.

"I do," the man mumbles while placing your wedding ring onto your finger and your heart flutters in your chest.

The Minister brings his attention to you before asking you the same question. "Do you, Y/N L/N, take Ashton to be your husband?"

"I do, definitely," you giggle, sliding the silver ring you got him onto Ash's finger and you gently bite your lip.

Ashton's hazel eyes bore into yours, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand as the world begins to fade around us. The Minister tells Ashton that he can kiss his bride and the black-haired man tugs you into his chest, a squeal coming from your lips as his arm wraps around your waist.

Your lips connect with his, a hum leaving Ash's throat as his fingers grip the tool of your wedding dress. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back as our friends and family begin to cheer.

Your heart is beating a thousand miles a minute as the two of you pull away, his forehead pressing against yours. 

The two of you walk down the aisle together, smiling and waving to everyone as Ashton squeezes your hand for the millionth time today. You rest your cheek against his arm, your free hand squeezing his bicep as the man kisses your forehead.

Ashton opens the door of the limousine for you and you clamber inside the luxurious vehicle. He climbs in after you before shutting the door, waving to everyone before you drive off.

Your husband places a hand on your cheek, stroking the skin softly as his eyes stare into yours. "I love you," he whispers before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"I love you too, hubby," you wink, a blush covering your cheeks as you can't believe the two of you are finally married.

He's been talking about marrying you since you were sixteen and here you are… nine years later, finally tying the knot.

"Fuck, you're my wife. My wife. I- I feel like the luckiest man in the world," Ashton mumbles with a large grin on his lips.

"And I'm the luckiest girl," you add on before reconnecting your lips.

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Taglist: @galcalirwin @sexgodashton @myloverboyash @h0tsos @philthepegacorn @marshmallowtraver @frontmanash @itsasadfishworld @gigglyirwin @thebookamongmen @everyscarisahealingplace @tea4sykes @talkfastromance4 @maluminspace @g-l-pierce @abb-lan-5sos @creator-appreciator @hemmingslftv @notinthesameguey @another-lonely-heart @suchalonelysunflower @strawberriesonsummer

[thisisthestoryofanotherus]

Part 12: Your phone keeps going off

Ashton Irwin SMAU

A/n: is this a filler? Yes most definitely lol pay attention to that last sentence in y/n’s ig post... next part is gonna be another drabble I think so will write that up and post soon! Spoiler things will be revealed! Hope you guys are enjoying this series!

Summary: You and Ashton were never on the best of terms, maybe since you guys were so similar: sarcastic, stubborn, protective and had a true love of art. After a misunderstanding and $200 on the line, you find yourself (fake) dating the campus’ most adored (and drooled after) art student… with friendships at risk and feelings emerging it was only a matter of time until the inevitable crash and burn

[dreambabylon]

- Never Embarrassed of You -

Calum Hood Drabble

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, just fluff!

All imagines are fictional and made by me for fun. No connection to reality. I don’t own the music or gifs.

[wontlastimokwiththat]

Drive [A.I.]

I was bored...this happened.

Song: Drive by Ashton Irwin

Warnings: None

Reader: Gender Neutral

Ashton has been putting all of his time into his album, making you feel neglected. You being you get in your head and start distancing yourself from Ashton more than he was already doing with you, going so far as to stay with friends on some nights. One day, Ashton calls you into his studio.

“Yes?” you asked, frowning at the man in front of you.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the spot beside him on the couch. You sighed but sat beside him. He handed you a pair of headphones.

“Wh-“

“Just listen,” he instructed. You nodded, slipping the headphones on before he hit play.

I know that you're hurtin', I know you still care

I know his voicemails sound like a lullaby

I feel that you're hurtin', I know it's not fair

I know his words still ring like bells in the back of your head

We could take a drive downtown to the Pacific Coast

We could work it all out, tell me where it hurts most

We could tie another knot between us in some hope

We could, we could, we could, we could

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

We could take a drive downtown to the Pacific Coast

We could work it all out, tell me wherе it hurts most

We could tie another knot bеtween us in some hope

We could, we could, we could, we could

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

I'm here for you when the world is falling down

I'll be with you when the world is falling down

Down, down, down

The violent voice is loud and deafening

Red lights, they burn us out like kerosene

The future's not so clear, I'll help you see

There's so much more to life than you and me

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight, tonight, tonight

You and me

You and me

You and me

You and me

You took the headphones off when the song was over. You’d known exactly why that was the song he wanted to play for you.

One of your favorite things to do was go on long drives with him. Most of the time, there was no particular destination. You both enjoy being in each other’s company with the wind blowing through your hair. He’d always drive with a hand on your thigh and the other on the wheel. You’d rest one hand on his and let your other one rest outside the rolled down window.

You practically threw yourself into his arms. He laughed, moving the computer so it wasn’t between the two of you, before hugging you tightly.

“I know I’ve been pushing you away to work on the album but it’s done, finished, and I’m never letting you go again,” he said softly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Ash.”

[fallingprincess]

Okay first of all: I'm sure any of your ideas would be great with Ashton because your writing is always amazing! I only really came across him now with the new album but I'm obsessed atm 😅 And as an idea maybe just something cute about meeting him? Maybe at a party over mutual friends? God, I'm afraid it sounds so boring, I'm sorry I'm a bit of a mess 😅 Anyway I hope you have a nice day and are doing allright :)

The new album is amazing! Wildflower is my favorite song right now. I have tickets to see them in May, but that probably will not happen 🙈

Anyway. I hope you like this. I got a bit carried away and it ended up being like 1k. Lots of love xx

*****

“Looking for something?” 

A voice directed at your back caught you right in the act of digging through one of the many kitchen cabinets. With a slightly guilty look you spun to stare at a face you had seen before - however, never in real life. 

“Alcohol, drugs, condoms? What do you want?”

“Actually.” you began unsure of why your voice sounded so insecure all of the sudden. Probably because being dragged to a party by a friend and then going through the hosts cupboards was not the best way to behave as a guest. You quickly cleared your throat and then started over with more courage. “Actually I was looking for something without any alcohol in it that is not water?”

“Alright.” his eyebrows shot up in wonder but he nodded and then placed his drink that looked a lot like Bacardi and coke onto the counter next to you, giving you a perfect and delicious sample of the cologne he was wearing. “Follow me discreetly.”

With a blush creeping onto your cheeks you allowed him to guide you through the crowd of bodies assembled in the living room; wow, the alcohol level had gone up even higher since you had left about ten minutes ago.

Bouncing up the stairs after him you only considered that this might lead to something entirely else when you had already followed him into what seemed to be a bedroom. 

After closing and locking the door - that wasn’t a good sign, was it? - he strolled into a corner and opened a neon green mini fridge. “Well, we have Coke, and Sprite, and lemonade.”

You realized a second too late he was talking to you and you quickly pulled yourself away from the way his shoulders broadened as he bent down to study the selection at hand. “Sprite will do.”

Without another word he handed you a can of your beverage of choice and then opened a Coke for himself. “Do you want to sit for a bit?”

You only managed to nod before seating yourself next to him on the neatly made bed. “Thanks. So you are boring, too, hm?” you gestured to the can in his hand. 

“I…” He took a deep breath. “I actually have had some problems with alcohol in the past so I try to stay away from it. My friend Andy, this is his room, he always keeps the fridge stocked for me during parties.”

“Oh.” you exhaled briefly as your cheeks stated glowing in embarrassment. “I am so sorry. Wow that was so insensitive of me. I don’t think you are boring.”

His laugh sounded through the room and made your heart speed up. “You couldn’t have known….I am Ashton.”

“Oh. I know. I saw you in concert once. You are great.” you replied still bright red and then finally remembered the polite way to state your name in return. 

“So why aren’t you drinking then?” he asked just as you opened your can with a careful movement of your wrist; you just could not spill a sugary drink all over yourself in front of the handsome drummer next to you. 

You took a prolonged sip to swallow down your nerves and then replied. “I am actually driving my super drunk friends home later. So pray for me that none of them puke in my dad’s car.”

To this he laughed brightly. Wow, you wanted him to laugh like that forever. 

You couldn’t help but study the dimple in his cheek until suddenly a warm hand was placed on top of your thigh and made you freeze in place. 

Judging your reaction he quickly retracted his hand and settled it neatly in his own lap. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“No, don’t.” you interrupted him quickly, the skin under your jeans feeling colder all of the sudden. “Just…aren’t you dating that girl?”

He frowned but then sighed as he seemingly had connect some dots in his brain. “Kaykay? We used to date yea. We broke up a while ago. But it’s kind of hard to tell the young fans ‘Oh hey we broke up, but still have consensual sex sometimes just for fun’.”

“I get it.” You smiled and without putting much thought into it took a hold of his wrist and dragged his hand back into its previous position on your leg. “Just wanted to make sure.”

“I see.” You weren’t sure how, but somehow his voice had managed to drop at least an octave lower and you watched a dangerous looking shimmer come to life in his eyes. “Let me help you with this.”

As soon as he had reached out for your can and placed it onto the nightstand, he was back next to you, the side of his thigh pressing into you, his face hovering right in front of yours. 

You couldn’t tell what was beating louder; the bass from downstairs or your heart basically trying to escape from your chest. 

With anticipation killing you slowly you waited as he teasingly bumped his nose against yours, his hot breath gently rushing over your still flushed cheeks. Oh dear god. You were intently hoping this wasn’t one of these super realistic dreams you sometimes had. 

“What do you want me to do?” his growl rang to your ear and you almost shivered. How had it gotten cold and warm in this room at the same time? 

You swallowed dryly and then glanced towards his lips, just to meet his daring eyes afterwards. “Kiss me.”

And then he did. 

He fucking did. 

And if this was a dream, you really did not want to wake up. Ever.

*****

[qualitylu]

just imagine. like wow