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cowboy-like-mee · 4 years

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darling (pt 2)

pt 1

summary: harry is upset when he wakes up to any empty bed, but then he runs into you again at a cafe

warnings: smut(choking, daddy kink, unprotected sex, m and f receiving oral)

word count: 4k

a/n: this is a part 2 to my last one shot. i wrote the first part of this like a week ago and lost motivation but i started writing tonight and whipped out 3k words in like an hour and a half. ANYWAY definitely don’t recommend listening to high for this by the weeknd when reading this

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Harry blinked his eyes open. He felt a dull throbbing in the back of his skull. The sunlight was pouring in through the blinds in his room. He puts his hand out next to him to feel for Y/N.

When he feels nothing, he sits up and looks around. The bed is still slightly warm like you had only gotten up a little bit before. Your clothes that were scattered around his room are gone. The only signs left of you are the love bites littering his neck and hips and the lingering smell of your perfume on his sheets.

He plops back down onto his bed and sighs. He feels disappointed. It's not like he was expecting anything from you, but he was planning on having sloppy morning sex, cooking you breakfast, and then having sex in the kitchen.

He rolls out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweats. He uses the bathroom and does his morning routine. He doesn't necessarily want to go to work today, and he doesn't have to. He has employees who open and close for him, but he feels like he needs a distraction from you.

He doesn't know why he's so hung up on you. He's had hookups in the past who left before he woke up, but for some reason, this was bothering him more than it should.

He walks into the kitchen and fixes himself coffee and toast for breakfast, not having an appetite this morning. He scrolls on his phone as he eats. He has the urge to look you up on Instagram, but he resists.

Once he's done he walks back into this room to change. He pulls on loose blue jeans and a t-shirt with some white Vans. He grabs everything he needs and heads out the door.

The shop doesn't open for a couple more hours, so he's hoping he has some alone time. He decides to walk to the store today, as it's not far from his flat. He puts in his AirPods and plays his music.

After a brief walk, he finally approaches his shop. He unlocks the door and walks in. He locks the door back behind him. He pulls out his phone to text the person who was supposed to come in this morning.

He walks behind the counter to hook his phone up to the speakers. He turns on his favorite playlist and begins prepping the store for opening.

Harry loves his little shop. He's always loved music and how it connects people in the most beautiful ways. He loves helping people that come into his shop discover new artists or helping them buy gifts for friends and family.

He spends the next hour singing around his shop and cleaning up the mess of whoever closed.

He turns the open sign on and settles behind the counter to prepare himself for the day. He's usually pretty busy on the weekends, from teenagers messing around with their friends to older people having a day out.

For the next few hours, Harry spends his day helping various people pick out records. He stays until he has a couple of his employees to take over for him. He decided he's had enough of today. He just wants to go home, watch movies for hours, then pass out on his couch.

He gets his things together and leaves. He decides to stop at a new cafe on the way home to grab a late lunch. He walks in and walks up to the counter to put in his order.

What he doesn't notice is Y/N sitting in the back with her same friends from last night. You're telling them about your escapades last night with the same man that happens to be standing just a few yards away.

"He really knew what he was doing. I feel like sex will never be the same."

"Girl, why did you leave this morning, then? He sounds like a good guy. He probably wouldn't have cared if you woke up with him. You could've had a little morning romp."

"I just didn't know if it would be awkward. I don't know him. I just felt more comfortable leaving, no matter how sad it made me."

You have your back to Harry, so you don't see him either.

Your friend looks up and notices the tall, green-eyed man. She notices the man from last night, specifically the man that you left with.

"Y/N, don't look now, but that's definitely your man up there at the counter."

Your eyes widen and your heart stops. You were hoping you would never run into him again.

"Oh my God. You're kidding." You try lowering yourself in your seat so he doesn't notice you.

"No, girl. And it looks like he's eating here, so we're gonna have to walk past him anyway." You send a death glare to your friend. "You should go apologize for leaving this morning. Maybe try seducing him again."

"You're awful." You roll your eyes and consider what she's saying. You could apologize, but unless he hints at another time you won't say anything.

You nod. "Okay, I'm gonna go up to him. But y'all have to walk out before me and wait outside." You point at them, making sure they understand you're serious.

They hold their hands up in defense and stand up from the table.

"Good luck, Y/N."

"Get that dick!" They say a little too loudly.

You hide your head in your palms and giggle at your friends' vulgar words. You stand up and take a deep breath. You turn around to finally face him. He looks different than yesterday. He's wearing casual clothes and he looks tired. He's staring down at his phone, mindlessly scrolling.

He feels like he's being watched so he looks up. He looks straight into your eyes and you feel yourself shut down. He clears his throat and raises his brows at you.

You finally get the courage to walk up to him. "Hey, Harry."

"Y/N." He nods.

"Listen, I'm sorry for running out this morning. I didn't know if you were on those guys that would kick me out first thing or if things would be awkward."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, I feel bad. I should've left you a note or my number. It wasn't you...it was for my comfort. Sorry again..." You ramble on.

"You don't have to apologize. I understand. I feel better knowing it wasn't because I was a bad shag."

You laugh. "You can't seriously think that, Harry."

He chuckles, "Hey, you never know, you could be really good at faking it."

You roll your eyes. "Please. You were pretty confident in yourself last night. I think you know what you're doing."

"Oh, stop. You're inflating my ego."

You giggle at his words. "Anyway...sorry again. I guess I'll, uh, see you around." You wave and turn around to leave.

"Y/N, wait." He calls you back.

You almost sigh in relief. "Yeah?"

"Uh, I don't know if you're interested, but would you maybe...wanna do that again sometime?" He asks.

You feel your cheeks heat up and you look down at your feet. "Oh, uh...sure. I'll give you my number."

He smiles and hands you his phone. You send a text to yourself and put your name in his contacts.

"There you go."

He looks back up at you after slipping his phone into his pocket.

"Thanks. I guess I'll text you sometime." He says shyly.

"Use it whenever." You smirk. "Bye, Harry." You wiggle your fingers at him and walk away, trying to sway your hips as you leave.

He groans under his breath and lets his head fall back. That didn't go as badly as he thought it would. His day has instantly gotten better just from seeing you again. He's not looking for a relationship, but having a constant like you in his life would be great. Plus, he gets a new friend out of it too.

Harry stared at your contact for 30 minutes before finally getting the balls to text you. He didn't go into work today, so he's been cleaning his place all day.

He's been watching movies for the past couple of hours, trying to avoid his phone. He knew why he was. He was trying to put off texting you as long as possible. He almost wishes he had given you his number so he didn't have to deal with the pressure of texting first.

He clicked on your contact and tried to compose a text that didn't sound too needy. It was a Friday night, and he knew you most likely had plans already. He didn't want to face the possibility of being rejected.

Harry: Hey Y/N, it's Harry. Just wanted to see if you have plans tn?

He hit send and threw his phone next to him on the couch. He was trying to distract himself by watching the movie playing on the screen in front of him.

About 15 minutes passed before his phone buzzed.

You were downing your second glass of wine when you got Harry's text. Your friends were going out tonight, but you told them you needed a night off. You had a long, hard week and just wanted a little downtime.

You had been waiting for Harry to text you all week. You were beginning to think he had forgotten about you. Your wishes came true when you got the notification from an unknown number.

You couldn't stop the smile from spreading across your face at reading his text. You weren't planning on having anyone over or going anywhere until you had to go back to work on Monday, but you would gladly change your plans to accommodate Harry and his dick.

Y/N: Hey Harry. I've was beginning to think you forgot about me

You sent the text to him and smirked at your subtle form of flirting.

Harry: Like I could ever forget you

Y/N: How sweet. Anyway, I have no plans tonight...or the rest of the weekend

Harry: I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come over? It's okay if not. I don't wanna take up your free time

Y/N: It's no problem!! I didn't want to sit around on my ass for the next few days anyway. What did you have in mind?

I know something else you can sit on, Harry thought to himself. He was thinking of sending you that, but he didn't want to seem like he a dick.

Harry: Well, I was thinking I could order some takeout and you could come over

You smiled at his text. You really didn't feel like getting ready, but you still wanted to see him.

Y/N: That sounds great! Although I would prefer you to come to my place this time.

Harry immediately got up and began getting ready while texting you back. He told you he would pick up some food and be over in no more than an hour. You sent him your location and ran to your bathroom to freshen up.

You weren't exactly looking the cutest, but you didn't want to seem like you had put too much effort into making yourself up.

You changed into a nicer, less stained t-shirt and a pair of leggings. You took your hair down and tried to make it look decent. You splashed your face with water and sprayed yourself with some perfume.

The hour waiting for him went by too slow for your liking. Your heart leaped out of your chest when you heard a knock at your door. You practically ran to your door. You took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.

There he was, standing beautifully at your front door with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag of food in the other. Your eyes met his, and you almost fell over.

He looked so fucking good. He was wearing a pair of loose blue jeans with rips in the knees, a t-shirt, and stained white vans with colored laces. You stepped to the side to let him in.

You could smell his cologne fill your senses.

"Hey." You breathed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He hugged you back. "Hey, darling."

Your heart fluttered at the pet name. You grabbed the bottle out of his hand and led him into your kitchen.

"You didn't have to bring anything, Harry."

Oh, but he did. He would've felt bad for coming over, fucking you, and leaving without bringing something. You're both waiting for the inevitable moment. The tension in the air is thick.

"It's not a big deal. Hope you like Thai."

You smiled. "I love it."

"Good."

You both sat down to eat, making small talk, and getting to know each other. He was such an interesting man. You found yourself fascinated with him and his way of telling stories. The slow way he talks and the way his lips form certain words.

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him at that moment. So you told him.

"I really wanna kiss you right now, Harry."

He was in the middle of a sentence when you cut him off. He felt the breath leave his lungs.

"Do you?" He smirked, trying to play it cool, which was hard to do with the way you were looking at him. His cock had been fattening his pants since he walked into your apartment.

"Fuck, yes." You stood up and walked into the living room, hoping he would get the hint and follow you.

He almost tripped trying to catch up to you. You were almost in your room when he caught up to you. He roughly grabbed you by the arm and turned you around. Before you could say anything, his lips were on yours.

You moaned at the feeling of his lips on yours after so long. He kissed you roughly and sloppily. He was biting, sucking, licking, anything to provoke a reaction out of you. He was so hard it hurt. He backed you up till your back hit the wall.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and moaned at the taste. "Fuck, Y/N. You're so fucking hot."

He brought his hand down to palm at your pussy. You gasped into his mouth, giving him even more access to lick into your mouth. He was rubbing your clit through your leggings, and you felt like you could come already.

"Fuck me, please, Harry." You whined.

He groaned and started licking down your neck. He nipped at different spots on your neck to see what had you squirming the most.

"You want me to fuck you against this wall, baby?" He pushed his hard cock right against your core.

"Shit." You gasped. "Please, daddy? I want you to take me right here."

He moaned and grabbed your leggings to yank them down your legs. You kicked them the rest of the way off and reached for his shirt. He helped you yank it off as you reached for his belt. The sound of his belt being undone made your abdomen clench. You dropped to your knees and pulled his briefs down. You immediately took his cock in your hand and began pumping.

Looking at you down on your knees in front of him made him want to come almost instantly, but he held back. You licked the precum leaking from his tip and suckled. You licked his shaft from the base to the head and took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

He moaned above you and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail to help you out. He held back from thrusting his hips forward to meet your mouth. You pulled off of him to take a breath. You were panting for air, and Harry swears he's never seen anyone look so beautiful in his life.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes watering. You had precum mixed with saliva dripping down your chin. You looked so filthy on your knees for him.

You took him back into your mouth and forced yourself down until your nose met his the hairs above the base of his cock. He held you there for a minute and pushed his hips forward till he hit the back of your throat. He pulled you off of him before he busted down your throat.

He pulled you up till you were standing, and he smeared his lips against yours. He tasted himself on your tongue and groaned at the taste.

"Dirty girl." He whispered, wiping the tears from under your eyes. You smiled weakly and kissed him again.

He brought his hand down to your panties to rub you through the cloth. You had soaked through them, and his jaw almost dropped at how wet you were.

"You got so wait from sucking daddy's cock, baby girl?" He was rubbing slow circles into your cloth-covered clit. You needed more.

"Yes, daddy." You nodded at him, and he smirks at the pitiful look on your face. He knew he was teasing you, and he loved it.

"Want daddy to fuck you, sweetheart?"

"Mhm. Please, I need you so bad." You whimpered.

He kneeled in front of you. He kissed your soaking cunt through your panties. His nose was digging right into your clit. You moaned at the feeling and wrapped your hands into his hair to try to get him to do more.

He ripped your panties down your legs and licked a fat stripe up your center. He sucked your clit into his mouth and pushed two fingers into you at the same time. You screamed out, satisfied at finally being touched how you needed.

When he knew you were right on the edge, he pulled back. You whined loudly. He stood up and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed you up against the wall. His cock was pressing right against your core.

He got you into a comfortable position. Your legs were wrapped around his waist. He had your back against the wall with one of his hands right next to your head and the other wrapped around one of your thighs.

He tugged at his cock for a minute. He lined himself with your entrance. Your head was laid back against the wall. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

"Look at me when I fuck you."

You nodded your head. He pushed into you to the hilt. Your walls clenched around him, and you both moaned at the feeling. He pulled back slowly and then snapped his hips forward roughly. You gasped at the feeling. The angle was intense. He was hitting spots deep inside of you, making you feel like he was in your tummy.

He had his hand wrapped tightly around your jaw still. You sucked his thumb into your mouth. He groaned at the sigh of your cheek hollowed around his thumb. He was fucking into you at a hard pace, but not necessarily fast. Just enough to leave you satisfied but still wanting more.

"Faster." You moaned out. You were so close already. All it would take is a few more snaps of his hips to send you crashing over.

He quickened his pace, driving into you hard and deep. His hips were meeting yours roughly, probably going to bruise. He moved his hand to your throat and gave it a good squeeze. You clenched around him.

"Such a filthy little slut. Like it when daddy choke's you? Not gonna be able to walk tomorrow because I'm fucking you so good."

"Fuck, daddy. I'm so close." You moaned out. You were clenching around him uncontrollably. You felt your release bubbling in your tummy, waiting to let go.

"You aren't gonna come till I tell you."

He was snapping his hips forward vigorously. He squeezed your throat again. The sound of wet skin slapping and both of your moans filled the room. Harry could feel his release at the bottom of his spine.

"Wanna come, baby?"

"Yes. Please, daddy. I need to come so bad." You couldn't hold back your loud moans. No one had ever fucked you this good in all your years. You knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, but you didn't even care. You were completely consumed in Harry.

"Come for daddy. Soak me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, you came. Your vision washed white and you came hard. You let out a silent scream as he fucked you through your release. Your walls were spasming around him.

As you rode out your release you slumped against the wall. Your body felt numb. He kept pounding into your sensitive cunt, chasing his release.

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm gonna come."

"Come in my mouth, daddy."

As soon as you said those words, he was pulling out and set you on your feet. You dropped to your knees and opened your mouth wide for him.

You tugged at his cock quickly with your tongue out, waiting for him to release. With a few more strokes, he was coming on your tongue and moaning out your name.

You swallowed every drop and slowed your strokes on his cock. You suckled his tip. He winced at the sensitivity. You kissed his tip and rested your cheek on his thigh.

"Shit." You said.

He laughed and combed your messy hair out of your face. You looked up at him and sleepily smiled.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N."

Your cheeks heated up, and you kissed his thigh in reply.

"You did such a good job, baby."

"I don't think my legs work."

He helped you stand up and kissed you gently on the lips. You smiled and gave him a small peck. "Thank you."

"I should be thanking you, love," He chuckled.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

He carried you into your room and set you on the bed. He walked into your ensuite bathroom and came back out with a washcloth. He wiped you down between your legs. You whimpered at how sensitive and sore you were.

He gave you his t-shirt to put on and a pair of clean panties. He pulled his briefs back on and laid on the bed.

"Let's sleep. I'm fucking exhausted." He said. You giggled and lifted the covers so he could get under with you.

You both got under the covers and cuddled up close to each other. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back against him.

"Harry?" You whispered.

He hummed.

"Will you be here in the morning?" You asked quietly.

"Of course, darling. Although, I should get you back for leaving me." He teased you.

You groaned, "I still feel bad about that. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Y/N. Just don't let it happen again."

You giggled and turned around so you could face him. He was the prettiest man you've ever seen.

"Thank you." He said.

Your eyes widen, "Oh, my God. Did I say that out loud?"

He laughed, "Yes, but it's okay. You're the prettiest woman I've ever seen."

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever."

"I'm serious, darling. You're stunning. You make me so nervous."

Your cheeks heat up at his confession. Without thinking, you lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth.

His brows raise.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't- I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't thinking-"

He cuts you off by kissing you softly on the lips. Your lips move together gently. He pulls back after a few minutes of softly making out.

"It's okay." He whispers against your lips.

You were scared. You weren't supposed to like him this much. He was supposed to be a one night stand.

Harry was scared also. He's never been in a relationship. He's been on many dates, but none of them piqued his interest. He's never felt this way about anyone, and he's only known you for a week or so.

You smile and rest your head against his chest. He kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around your body.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Goodnight, love."

You both were so fucked.

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mosh-4 · 4 years

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new friends, new music | A.I.

Ashton Irwin Imagine:

Ashton Irwin – you’re their opening act, and you write a song with Ash.

singer!y/n x Ashton

(the first song is Tennis Court, and the second is Ribs, both by Lorde. let’s pretend here, friends)

Being the opening act for 5 Seconds of Summer is great. You were loving it. The energy and support from the crowd was life changing.

However, part of you felt like there was something missing. You felt out of place. Every night, you would perform the same set of songs you had written for yourself while at your university, and your manager had encouraged you to record them and put them out. You were a baby musician and followed their guidance, but now that you have grown, you can’t help but feel like your music isn’t ‘you’ anymore.

To you, it felt sloppy and anti-climactic. If you weren’t confident or happy with your music, how could the crowd be?

You wouldn’t blame them if they put you on blast on twitter. You felt the same way.

The solution to your problem was to just not write bad songs. Easy right? So, you spent the majority of your bus time either sleeping, eating, or writing music. It wasn’t horrible.

You were on bus two with the second opening act. They were a three-member band, and you got along with them pretty well. You wouldn’t personally choose to hang with them, but you lived together on a tour bus so you couldn’t really escape them.

The bus assignments were pretty loose. You slept on bus two, but you weren’t confined to it. The members of the other opening act occasionally spent their time on bus one with headliners. You cherished that time because it was quiet enough for you to work on your new music, and you could be as loud as you wanted.

The tour was currently traveling from Charlotte, NC to Nashville, TN, and you were alone in your bus. Or, so you thought.

***

You were sitting in the back lounge of the tour bus with an acoustic guitar resting on your lap and a pair of rose gold headphones resting on your head.

You began to strum opening notes of the melody you were working on while humming and mouthing some lyrics to go with it. You would stop every once in a while to jot some notes down into your little notebook. You had been in your head for quite sometime until you decided you needed a break.

You played through the work in progress once before you got up to lock it in your brain. You strummed and sang along with the lyrics you had just written as loud as you pleased. Once you finished and felt content with your work, you got up to grab a snack and drink from the kitchen area.

With your headphones still securely placed on your head, you began to blast some Panic! At the Disco and scrolled through Instagram as you trekked to the kitchen. Following your usual route without paying attention, you climbed onto the booth table seat to reach the top cabinet that you placed your snacks in. You placed a hand firmly on the wall to keep your balance.

Unfortunate for you, the bus hit a bump in the road causing you to teeter off the booth seat with your graham crackers in one hand and you phone in the other. You braced yourself for your inevitable fall before you felt a hand grab you by the waist.

“oh my god.”

You jumped from the sudden contact and pulled yourself away from the person after regaining your balance.

Your mighty savior laughed at your outburst.

“are you alright?” the Australian asked after he quickly finished laughing.

You looked up and slid your headphones to rest on your neck. The one and only Ashton Irwin sat at the very booth seat you had just climbed on. You had nearly stepped on him.

“I’m fine. You just scared me,” you said taking a breath. “I’m sorry. I was in my head, and I totally didn’t see you there.”

“don’t sweat it. It’s fine,” he said glancing to your box of graham crackers. “you might have to share some of those with me, though.”

Now that you had finally calmed down, you set the box down on the table before moving the grab a water from the fridge.

“do you want anything to drink?” you asked in an attempt to be hospitable to guy you had nearly climbed up just to get a few graham crackers.

“I’m good. I helped myself earlier,” he said while scrolling through his phone.

You grabbed a drink for yourself before taking a seat across the table from him.

To be honest, he was kind of intimidating, and you had never really had a conversation with him. Of course, you had listened to his music, and you were a fan. He and the rest of his band just felt unapproachable to you.

He typed a few things into his laptop before going back to his phone.

“i-uh-can go if you’re super busy,” you said preparing to leave him a sleeve of graham crackers and head back to the lounge.

He immediately snapped his eyes to you.

“no,” he said quickly. “I’m not doing anything important. I’m just putting some dates and events into the calendar on my phone that my manager emailed the band. You don’t need to leave.”

“okay, are you sure? I don’t mind.”

“no, seriously. You should stay.”

“okay,” you softly said as you opened a sleeve of graham crackers.

You slide the half open sleeve to him, and he grabbed two before sliding it back to you.

“so how come you never hang out with everyone in my bus?” Ashton asked with an eyebrow raised to you.

You grabbed a cracker for yourself. “I like to work on some stuff when its quiet. Nothing personal against hanging with everyone, I just need a moment to myself.”

“cheers to that,” he said tapping his graham cracker against yours.

“so why are you visiting bus two?” you leaned back in your seat.

“it got a bit chaotic in bus one, and I needed a break for myself,” he paused to take a bit. “I could feel a migraine coming on.

“oh, do you need something for it? I’ve got ibuprofen-”

“nah,” he shook his head. “I had a small nap, and it went away.”

“oh okay. I’m sorry if I was being loud back in the lounge.”

“no, you were fine. It was calming,” he admitted while examining your face. “whatever you were working on sounded really good. Are you going to add it to your set?”

You took a swig of your water. “I’m not sure if I want to. The song feels too personal to share right now. I don’t think I’ll be playing it until I start putting out music that’s more me, you know?”

“that’s more you?” he squinted his eyes at you. “not a fan of your current stuff?”

“hardly,” you admit. “it just feels too out of place. Half of those songs I wrote at 2 am for a music theory class in college, and the other half are manufactured pop rock songs. My manager wanted me to put out an album so badly that he didn’t really care what went into it, and now I can’t perform them without cringing. I’ve just- uh- I don’t know- like- I feel like I’ve just kinda-I don’t know-”

“you’ve grown,” he shrugged.

“yeah. I have,” you pause looking him dead in the eye. “and I need my music to progress with me.”

“I get that. You’ve found the music you want to make, and you want to perform music you’re passionate about rather than the stuff you’re given. Nothing wrong with that,” he shrugged before leaning forward. “so how many do you have written?”

“songs?”

“yeah, how many songs do you have written?”

“like twenty, but I only like four of them.”

“counting the one you were working on earlier?”

“no, that’s not finished yet.” You took another chomp out of your cracker.

“okay,” he nodded. “can I write some stuff with you?”

“really?” you almost choke. “you want to work with me?”

“yeah, why not?” he smiled. “we’ve got nothing to do for the next three hours.”

***

You and Ashton sat on the floor of the lounge working out a song. You both had guitars on your lap while you worked out melodies. Ashton was tapping out a beat on the body of the acoustic he was borrowing. You hummed along to the melody you were working on before snapped up straight and slung the guitar off your lap.

You leaped up to grab your notebook from the couch and began to flip through it until you found your page. You set the book down in front of you as you place the guitar back on your lap.

“what if, it went like this,” you started before strumming the melody. You began to sing:

“baby, be the class clown,

I’ll be the beauty queen in tears

It’s a new art form,

showin’ people how little we care”

“I like it, yeah, yeah, let’s keep running with it.”

“okay, keep the beat that you were doing,” you said before you went back to your singing.

“baby, be the class clown,

I’ll be the beauty queen in tears

It’s a new art form,

showin’ people how little we care

We’re so happy, even when we’re smilin’ out of fear

Let’s go down to the tennis courts and talk it up like yeah (yeah)”

Ashton let out one of his bleated laughs. “where did you get ‘tennis courts’?”

You let out a little laugh as he distracted you from you train of thought. “I went to a private high school. We had tennis courts that the popular kids hung out at.”

“that’s ridiculous,” he laughed.

“I know.”

***

“But my head's filling up with the wicked games, up in flames

How can I f*** with the fun again, when I'm known

And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them

Everything's cool when we're all in line, for the throne

But I know it's not forever (Yeah)

Baby be the class clown

I'll be the beauty queen in tears

It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)

We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear

Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)”

You sat singing the song you and Ashton had just finished into your voice memos while he tapped out the beat for you.

“that was so cool.”

You smiled sheepishly at the drummer after you had finished voice-memo-ing your song.

“thanks.”

“that’s gonna be a banger,” he laughed adjusting his hair. “what else do you got in your little book?”

You laughed before tossing it into his lap. “beware, some of it’s angsty, but I trust you not to judge too harshly.”

You stood up to grab you both some more snacks and waters while Ashton flipped through your countless pages of lyrics.

“hey, I like this one,” he shouted from the other room.

“which one,” you shouted back.

“it feels so scary getting old.”

Your feet padded into the room with your arms full of the box of graham crackers and waters.

“that’s a dark one.”

“I don’t judge.” He said looking up from the one of the pages. “it’s that all you eat?”

Ashton laughed at you as you shoved a cracker into your mouth. So much for not judging…

“is there something wrong with that?”

“extremely,” he laughed grabbing a cracker for himself. “you do eat other foods, right? With nutrients and stuff?”

“yeshf,” you replied with a full mouth. “it’s a snack. I’ll eat actually food when we stop for dinner.”

“can I buy you dinner?”

“uhhhhh-”

“so that we can talk about more song ideas, you know?”

“oh, yeah, sure,” you nodded. “I would like that.”

“cool, so let’s work on this one,” he said directing your attention to the page with the lyrics written on it.

“damn that’s angsty,” you said after you scanned the page. “let’s do it.”

***

“This dream isn't feeling sweet

We're reeling through the midnight streets

And I've never felt more alone

It feels so scary, getting old

I want 'em back (I want 'em back)

The minds we had (the minds we had)

How all the thoughts (how all the thoughts)

Moved 'round our heads (moved 'round our heads)

I want 'em back (I want 'em back)

The minds we had (the minds we had)

It's not enough to feel the lack

I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em

You're the only friend I need

Sharing beds like little kids

Laughing 'til our ribs get tough

But that will never be enough”

You bopped back and forth to the beat as you sang along to the beat Ashton was giving as you sang the song you had just thrown together.

When you finished, Ashton let out a whistle.

“another one, baby, another one. THIS IS ROCK N ROLL BABY,” he screamed excitedly as you laughed before collapsing onto the couch next to you.

Both of your heads’ rested against the same cushion just inches apart.

“I’d say today was quite productive,” you whisper tiredly between the two of you.

“we did good,” he raised his hand to bump his knuckles against yours.

“we did. Pretty good team, huh?”

You were both stuck in a post-songwriting-genius session haze, and both of your eyes linger just a little too long on each other.

Thankfully, the bus lurched forward as it stopped at the rest stop to fill up and for everyone to grab dinner, which pulled you both from your little world.

Ashton was the first to break the gaze as he pulled himself off the couch to help you up.

“c’mon, let’s go get some real food.”

You groan as he yanks you up from the couch before you head to tear apart your bunk to find your pair of converse.

…and that’s how you became best friends with Ashton Irwin…

hi friends! i know it’s been a while, but i’m back. let me know if you want to see more singer!y/n x Ashton xx - mosh

#5sos #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagines #ashton irwin imagine

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Like what if ur in a no strings situation w beech or owen or whoever and something bad or stressful happened in ur life so u’ve been kind of down lately but haven’t talked w him ab it because ur supposed to just be fuckbuddies & one day he invites u over & when ur either making out he realizes something’s wrong w how ur acting & he becomes really concerned & ur caught off guard cause u didn’t think he’d care but he does & so u confide in him in that way for the first time & it’s a turning point

Okay I actually loved writing this 🥰

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“It’s just a chain of bad luck. I’ll survive this, right?” You ask nervously, looking over at your roommate.

She gives you a smile, trying to sound reassuring as she replies, “of course, you’re like smartest person I know. Plus we’ll go have some fun this weekend to get your mind off it.”

You take a deep breath, hoping she was right. You were having possibly the worst week ever. You’d overslept Tuesday morning and missed your important calc lecture (which had impromptu quizzes so you most likely missed one), you hadn’t done nearly as well on a lab report as you needed to, and you just found out you were turned down for a job in one of the research labs over the summer all in a matter of three days.

“I’ve got this. I can do this,” you tell yourself, trying to make it your new mantra. You’re about to repeat it and start on some notes when your phone buzzes. Oh right, there was that problem too.

You really thought you could handle a hook up. You figured it would be easy and you could cut it off if things started to get too deep. No strings attached couldn’t be that hard. You totally missed the cut off though and now you were always trying to dodge the feelings that came up about him all the time, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

“Is that lover boy?” Your roommate asks over her shoulder, the little smirk on her face making you blush, “shouldn’t he be at hockey practice?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, opening the message right away, “maybe he got done early.”

‘Come over tn’ was all it said but it still made your heart race a little. This was stupid. You needed to cut this off... like maybe next week.

‘What time?’

You shake your head knowing it didn’t matter what his answer was. You’d be there regardless. You distract yourself with homework, remembering all the things you’d missed this week, and trying to get as much done as you could.

Eventually you get ready, always making him wait a little longer than when he told you to be there. You don’t know if he noticed, but it added to the thrill a bit for you.

“Johnny,” you smile as he opens the door, immediately pulling you in for a hug. There was something about those big warm hugs that made you never want to give them up.

You let him lift you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laughs lightly, carrying you over to his bed and sitting down with you in his lap. He starts to kiss along your jawline, hands carefully slipping up your sweatshirt.

“Mm, glad you came over,” he mumbles between kisses, “haven’t heard from you since Monday.”

You try and ignore it, knowing you’d avoided him for many different reasons, and wanting to forget all of them for the time being. You turn your cheek, kissing him hard to get him to be quiet, which he eagerly returns.

You tangle one hand in his curls as the other grips onto his shirt like it’s your life saver. You feel him smirk into the kiss a little and you turn your head suddenly, letting him move down your neck. You focus on taking a few deep breaths when he freezes underneath you.

“Are you okay? Something seems a little off,” he says, pulling back to look you in the eye. When did he start noticing things like this? Were you being obvious?

You shrug it off, quickly saying, “I’m fine, I swear. Why?”

He frowns, looking you over again, “I don’t know that I believe that. Did something happen?”

“I don’t want to bother you with it. That’s not what we do here,” you whisper, knowing that would only cross more lines.

Johnny reaches up, putting a finger under your chin to make you look at him, “just because we sleep together doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings or a life. If you need to talk about something you can always tell me.”

You hesitate, wondering if it was really a good idea. It might be good to get it off your chest to an unbiased party though. So you spill everything about the classes and the research job, but you hold back on the whole falling for him part of it. He didn’t need to know that.

He nods, listening to it all and rubbing a hand on the side of your thigh during the explanation. He waits until you have a chance to calm back down from it to talk.

“You seem really smart, I’m not gonna lie,” he starts off, “but maybe that wasn’t a good department to apply to. It sounds like they wanted an older student so maybe look at different departments on campus. I can ask the academic advisors for athletics if they know of anything.”

You smile, kissing his nose, “you don’t have to do that, but I appreciate it. And I remember now that my professor drops one quiz grade for calc so if I did miss one then I’m in the clear.”

“I think there was more to your worries too because you still look hesitant, but I won’t push you if you don’t want me to know. But I do care about you, ya know, so you can always talk to me about normal life stuff.”

He emphasizes it with the sweetest kiss he’s ever gave you and it makes your head spin a little and your heart spin a lot. You didn’t think he’d ever say that type of thing and it makes you wonder what it means for the two of you moving forward. You really weren’t ready to tell him how you felt, but from the way he said it, maybe you wouldn’t need to cut this thing off any time soon.

#johnny beecher #michigan hockey #my blurbs #mine #my writing

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