#ASHTON IRWIN CRUSH

[kindahoping4forever]

🏆 Pop Drummer Of The Year 🏆

[dookie-blaster]

friendly reminder Ashton said if we wanted to see him crush a water melon we need to ask more so pls don’t forget to bully this grown man into submission this is no longer a joke

[confusionmeisss]

visual representation of me looking at pictures/edits of my celebrity crushes:

[starvinginbelair]

you need ashton irwin bibically. i need to blend his essence up into a liquid, put him in a pipette, and flatten him onto a microscope slide so i can study him deeply. we are not the same.

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

how can someone look so pretty…?

[souperbloom]

fatal attraction.

💋 Ashton Irwin x fem!reader

a moth to a flame, a candle to the wind. when lingering feelings and dissatisfaction lead to making irrational decisions with your boyfriend’s best friend.

this fic was written in collaboration with my dear friend @kaleidoscopecth!

a/n: we are SO fucking excited for this fic. be warned, it follows a cheating plot— so if that floats your freaky ol’ boat, carry onward and enjoy!

and, of course, this is a work of fiction. these characters do not accurately represent the real people they portray! :)

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, cheating trope, oral (f!receiving), pet names, porn with plot, pnv.

wordcount: ~6.8k

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You couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t as simple as something keeping you awake like a repetitive sound or bright light, no. It was something much more complex than that.

A bit too complex for your liking.

Today was the first day of a week-long “friend-cation”, as the groupchat was named. And the first day was already off to a strange start. You were on this trip with your boyfriend, Luke, as well as a few of his friends. There was Michael, and Calum, and their partners.

And then, there was Ashton.

The word ‘crush’ may not have been the correct term to emulate how you felt about Ashton; it could be a small infatuation. A piqued interest in his character. But definitely not a crush.

It’s fine to tell yourself these things.

Who's to say that your incapability to turn around and fall asleep was caused by your boyfriend’s best friend? Nobody in their right mind would sit you down as you confided in them, and tell you that these feelings were justified. For you were in a relationship. A blissful, two-year relationship with a man who you’ve tossed around words like ‘engagement’ and ‘wedding’ with. Mostly joking, yet sometimes the undertones became slightly more serious when hurt feelings got involved.

But after attempting to rationalize these thoughts all at once while staring at the popcorn ceiling of your weekend beach rental, you realized that maybe this infatuation, this tiny, tiny crush, may have become an issue.

Ashton was a flirt. And to make matters worse, a single flirt. He wouldn’t be caught dead with someone on his arm for more than an hour let alone in a serious, committed relationship. But something about his omnipotence and aura had you drawn in like he was a shiny, colorful fishing tackle.

You knew that if you bit the bait, you’d be gone for good. He was powerful, and pretty, extremely quick witted and had the undeniable ability to make anybody swoon. Even the other guys questioned their moral compasses when Ash was in town.

He was hardly around which was a saving grace, in theory. You’d met him a few years back at a party, and ended up tangled within his poised circle of friends. Existing beside and talking to Ashton felt like flirting with the edge of a cliff. One wrong move, and you’d fall right over into a deep abyss.

So you kept Ashton at your hip. You’d talk to him on and off, flirting with death while simultaneously building relationships with the people around him. And all of those nights out to dive bars and extended invitations to house parties eventually led you to Luke.

To keep your demons at bay, you settled for the man who seemed best for you.

After that, the rest was history.

Staring at the ceiling was doing you no favor. Your snoring boyfriend was beside you, asleep on his back, with his eyes fluttered closed and a rogue arm tossed across your chest. You forced a smile at the warmth of his body however, that arm of his was becoming a bit much entwined with the thoughts you were having.

It was overwhelming, to say the least. You figured maybe getting up and taking a stroll around the house might help with pushing these thoughts back down into the ditch where they came from. Everybody was asleep and from what you knew, you’d be able to finally hijack the TV and watch cartoons until you fell asleep.

You trusted your gut, and slid out from beneath Luke’s grasp. The sound of your socked feet brushing against the floorboards seemed to dull the thumping that was rattling around in your ribcage.

When you made it down to the foyer, you were surprised to see the light over the kitchen sink illuminating most of the area. You sighed in relief when you peeked over the bannister to see the kitchen unoccupied, and figured maybe someone had forgotten to turn off the light.

Your first order of business was a glass of wine. God knows why, but something about these nauseating thoughts had you craving a drink. Something stronger than the late night glass of ice water.

Being afraid of the dark seemed so immature, but a small part of you was weary of stepping out of the domain of that little kitchen light. You were comfortable in this area, enough to turn your back to the living room and attempt to grab yourself a wine glass.

You swung open the cabinet, and looked up.

Of course, they were on the top shelf.

Despite the slight fear of embarrassment, you jumped, attempting to swipe the stem of one of the glasses. And after two more attempts, to no avail. They were just high enough to be out of reach.

“Want some help?”

A voice from your backside startles you out of your concentration— a voice that was the last thing you needed to hear right now.

“Uh—”

When you turned around, you were faced with him. The current bane of your measly existence and the reason for this shoddy attempt in the search for a nightcap. He smiles at you, thick black curls fanned against his forehead with one rogue curl dropped right between his glassy eyes.

“Yes?”

He spoke again, and you panicked. You felt as though opening your mouth in this moment would cause all of the words and semblances of your inner monologue to spill right out. It was in your best interest not to engage with him. Just ignore him. Maybe even blame it on sleepwalking.

“I don’t think jumping to grab a glass is the safest idea.”

Stop talking, you thought, heart racing. Please, stop talking.

Without arguing, he steps towards you from the living room. You could see his eyes aiming for the glass that you had attempted to grab, yet yours were more focused on his plaid pajama pants and simple black tank top.

“What’s the matter with you? Afraid to ask Ash for some help?”

“Referring to yourself in the third person is stupid,” you mumble. The truth. It really was stupid.

“Whatever,” he grumbles back, brushing past you towards the cabinet.

You watched in awe as Ashton reached up to the top shelf with ease. He swiped the glass from its resting place and handed it back to you without a care.

“Here. Don’t need broken glass to clean up in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

Now, you were surely overthinking. Did that ‘thank you’ seem too curt? Maybe even a bit mean?

“I’ve gotcha. Say, what’re you doing with a wine glass at this hour anyway? Late night craving?”

Your eyes widen at his astute yet obvious observation, but you just diverted the attention away from it. “How long have you been down here?”

“About an hour. Couldn’t sleep. I ended up in the one room with no AC. Fuckin’ sweating my balls off up there.”

You wanted to laugh but only a puff of air left your lips. You were too distracted by that imaginary glowing red light that surrounded his figure every time you looked at him.

“That sucks,” you mumble meekly, “Is it cooler down here?”

He crosses his arms, scanning down your body at the short silky tank top set you’d packed and worn. Shamefully hoping that he might see you in it.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

Awkward silence floats around the room while you tap your fingers against your hip. Ashton seemed very amused by the energy that he created.

“Well, if you’re down here for a drink, maybe you’d like to join me?” He clears his throat, and motions to the already half empty glass of dark liquid resting on the kitchen counter.

How did you not see that?

“I was gonna get a glass of wine but, I don't think I want it anymore.”

“Why not? It’s only two. Never too late for a glass of red.”

Again, you wanted to laugh. You wanted to smile and swat at his shoulder, proceeding as usual whenever he attempted to make sly jokes at you and lighten the mood. One of the first things he’d ever told you was how your smile lit up the room; but after the last hour or so, that compliment hit a little too deeply.

“I think I’ll pass. Thanks for grabbing the glass, though.”

You ducked your eyes down to your feet, hastily discarding the glass, hoping to just scurry out of the kitchen and act as though nothing happened. But as you turned away to head back up the stairs, you heard quiet shuffling and a dramatic sigh.

“Leaving so soon?”

You couldn’t tell just how close he was, but you knew it was closer than you’d ever want him to be. A chill runs down your spine as you note the scent of his shampoo wafting beneath your nose and the warmth of his chest flushing against your back.

Oh he was close. Really fucking close.

“I’m tired.” You bite back your tongue, hoping your reply was sharp enough for him to take a hint.

“That’s no fun. Why not stay down here— with me?”

Hint not taken.

Despite being worried about how close you’d end up to his face if you turned around, you did it anyway.

“Don’t wanna keep me company?”

The tips of your noses were merely an inch apart.

“Ashton—” you warn.

“I’ve got a lot of energy, y’know.”

There was an odd swirling in your stomach. Ashton was now about as close as he could get to you, his jet black hair draped like velvety curtains across his sage green irises that seemed to be a tad bit hazy from the liquor. In fact, you could even smell it on his breath. That’s how close he really was.

“What do you want?” You weren’t sure what brought you to ask that— could have been the guilt.

Instead of replying with his words, he does so with a wandering hand. He snakes his broad palm across your waist and dips the tips of his fingers into the back waistband of your satin shorts.

“I want you.”

Those three simple words felt like a smack in the face. An emphatic breath between each of them which only further proved his point. You may not have felt nauseous when you walked down the steps but now, you surely did.

“What?”

You stutter the moment you let your senses grasp onto the feeling of his blistered palms. How overworked and battered his hands were from years as a drummer in a small indie band. You’ve always admired his work ethic, how much of his soul he’d put into his performances.

But now, you were thinking about the way those hands felt crawling sultrily across your back.

“Did I not say it loud enough? Can’t hear me over the sound of your heartbeat, hm?”

You shake your head, hands still frozen at your sides in fear. His eyes were bouncing from your lips to your chest— anywhere he could see beneath the dull kitchen lighting.

“No— I, I heard you.”

Ashton was dangerous, in his own wickedly charming, heart-stopping ways. You’d remembered the countless conversations you’d had with yourself and your friends about whether or not pursuing him would be detrimental to your mental health, and how the general consensus was always to stay as far away from him as possible.

Whatever happened to that?

“Do I really still make you nervous, Y/N?” he breaks the silence, taking one of his hands to brush a lock of hair from your cheekbone, “I don’t think there’s a reason to be.”

“You’re so fucked up,” you spit back, immediately regretting the spitfire of your tongue.

“Why? What about me is fucked up? I see the way you look at me. ‘Don’t think I can’t tell what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Unraveling thoughts begin flooding your mind: Why here? Why now? Why was this happening, and why was it so fucking hard to pull away?

Ashton couldn’t bear your unresponsiveness. He was getting antsy and from what you could tell, he’d already had you undressed and sprawled out with his eyes alone.

“You’re ignoring the question because you know I’m right, Y/N. Let’s face it. If this is the blame game, I think we’re both a little ‘fucked up’. Don’t you agree?”

His hushed tone made that guilt-ridden headache grow stronger. You knew he was being quiet due to the risk of being heard. But the words he was speaking seemed as though he wanted to scream it all from the rooftops.

“Don’t try to spin this on me. You came onto me first—”

A gasp flies past your lips and cuts your sentence short as Ashton pulls you into him, flush against his chest. You wished you had more control over the temperature of your cheeks, they were a dead giveaway of your current headspace.

“That’s not true. I’d say it was equal. You came trotting down here in that short little set and expected me not to go crazy? Please.”

“Not my fault you’re a pig.”

Insulting him while this close to his face felt therapeutic, in a way.

“Admit it. You want this as badly as I do.”

That wandering hand from before came back to bite you, literally. He had moved it all the way down to cup your ass and pull you flat against him, and you could feel whatever daydreams of you that were lying beneath those unforgiving flannel pajama pants. Nothing was left to the imagination.

“Feel that?” he asks, condescendingly, “You know what you fuckin’ do to me?”

“Ash—”

“You know how fuckin’ hard it is to ignore ya’ when you’re perched on Luke’s lap with those big innocent eyes? Staring at me like you want somethin’ that he can’t give you, hm?”

Your jaw drops open, desperately trying to ignore the circles he was tracing against your skin. “Ashton, please—”

“Answer me.”

As you attempt to squeak out something remotely coherent, Ashton slowly begins to back you towards the kitchen island. When your tailbone hits the counter, you jump. He’d officially had you cornered.

“Does Luke take care of you?”

You swallow. Hard. “Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

Ashton swoops in and captures your lips into a rough and frenzied kiss. You sigh into him, almost melting, letting his broad hands travel up to your jaw and cup you like he’d never let go.

A cadence of semi-quiet moans start echoing against your head, still flustered by the feeling of his dick in his pants and how he’d tied all of his dirty desires back to you. You never doubted his hot-blooded temper, you just had yet to see it for yourself.

Until now.

“Ash, wait—” Desperate, heaving breaths catch in your throat as you pull away and stare into those big green marbles he calls eyes.

“Hmm? S’ matter, pretty?”

“Don’t fuckin’— call me that.” Your sentence is chopped by an attempt to pry yourself away from him. But the granite countertop was stationary, and so were his hands to your body.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” he shrugs, as if he didn't have a care in the world, “I call it like I see it.”

You shake your head, unable to form any coherent thought and distracted by his enigmatic aura. You were angry, your ears were on fire and it was only making you sweat more than your combined body heat.

“And— y’know what I see right now, Y/N?” he asks you, condescension laced through his husky voice.

“Fuck you,” you spit. Flames spewing from your tongue.

He ignores your verbal abuse, pulling you back into him and making sure you were gridlocked against the countertop by his thigh prying open your legs.

“Right now,” he begins again, taking his index finger and tracing it deliberately along your collarbone, “I see a needy little slut that isn’t getting the attention she craves so, so badly.”

Your eyes fall to the floor, heart dropping through your ribcage at his foul mouth. “You make me sick.”

You would think he’d pull away but no, Ashton Irwin doubles down, taking that index finger of his beneath your chin. He forces your gaze back into the eyes that might just turn you to stone.

“Look into my fuckin’ eyes and tell me just how sick I make you, baby. Tell me again.”

“Fuck you.”

“Running out of insults, I see,” he chuckles dryly, making your skin crawl, “They’d come a lot easier if ya’ really meant it.”

“Ashton, stop.”

Once again, you were cornered. Not only physically, but mentally, entombed in a web of your own emotions and sanity. He was an awfully good smooth talker and you knew it well just from being around him, but you never thought it’d get to a point where he used his wordsmithing abilities against you.

“Stop what, sweet thing? Want me to stop touchin’ you in the places your angel boy never gets around to?”

His lips tug into a smile, amused by your incapacity to answer him. Maybe he was smiling at you out of pity.

“You get awfully quiet when asked questions, don’t you? Somethin’s telling me that I haven’t gotten the truth out of ya’ quite yet.”

Without another word, Ashton begins to glide his hand down the front of your body. He grazes your chest and midriff, all the way down to the waistband of your satin shorts.

“Maybe this will get you to be honest with me.”

A fingertip slips beneath the elastic, and you gasp at the sensation as he drags a line up your fold above your panties. The slickness of your own arousal was coming back to bite you; and his eyes lit up upon noticing it, too.

“So wet, already? Jesus, you really are just desperate for someone to pay attention t’ this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”

“Ashton, please—” you beg an empty plea but he cuts you off with his fingertips grazing against your slit once more.

“What will it take to get you to answer me?”

You know the answer is simple, at least on paper. In another life, in some parallel universe, maybe wouldn’t have heeded the warnings of your friends—their concern fading into irrelevance as you gasp against Ashton's soft, inviting lips.

But this isn't another life. This is your reality.

Upstairs, your boyfriend is fast asleep in the bed you share, blissfully unaware of the war raging in your mind. It would be unforgivable if you surrender to the voice whispering temptations in the back of your head.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to hold onto the last threads of self-control. Tilting your chin, you try to summon a sharpness you don't feel. “You're so used to getting what you want, aren't you?” you say, your voice low but wavering, lacking the bite you desperately need.

A wicked grin tugs Ashton’s lips, and before you can react, his finger brushes your clit again. A sharp gasp escapes your lips, your hands gripping the counter for support.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “And from the way you're trembling,” his finger moves with maddening precision, “you're not used to getting what you want.”

His words ignite something raw and conflicted within you. You should push him away, should tell him to stop—should say anything to break the tension crackling between you like a live wire. But instead, all that escapes is a shaky exhale that betrays how badly your resolve is slipping.

Ashton's grin deepens as his fingers tease you further, a second joining the first, making your body betray you even more.

“You're so desperate for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and intoxicating. “I see it in your eyes, every time you're near me. You think about me when you're alone. Hell, you probably think about me when you're with him.”

The accusation burns. You want to deny it, to tell him he's wrong. But the part of you that knows he isn't—the part that conjures images of him in your mind late at night— keeps you silent.

This is reckless. Foolish. Being here, letting Ashton touch you in ways you've only dared to imagine, is a choice that could undo everything.

But the proximity to him is overwhelming, intoxicating in a way you can't resist. His scent, the heat radiating off his body, the intensity in his gaze—it all blurs the lines between right and wrong. His breath quickens, matching yours, and your last shreds of self-control dangle by a thread.

Would it really be so bad to give in? Just once, hidden in the quiet, forbidden secrecy of the night? The risk makes it dangerous, yes, but it also makes it thrilling in a way you've never felt before.

And for a fleeting moment, you wonder if surrendering will feel as good as you always imagine.

Ashton’s fingers continue their torturous ministrations, and your mind only whirls deeper into disarray. Every hair on your body stood, your breathing deepening as the blue eyes you forced yourself to remember quickly morphed into haunting green ones.

“Do you think about me, Y/N?” His voice is soft and teasing, daring you to reply with what he knows the answer to be. The absolute pomposity in his smile was driving you insane, and you could almost hear the thinly veiled desperation behind his words. Or at least you hope that’s what it is.

Ashton's other hand slides up to your waist, fingers curling under the waistband of your satin shorts and easing them down your legs.

The air in the room feels heavier, the reality of the situation settling in fast. His pupils are blown wide, almost swallowing the green of his eyes, and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip as the fabric falls to the floor with a whisper.

“Ashton,” you warn, but your voice betrays you, coming out as a breathy, almost pleading whine.

“Admit it,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with intent. His hand moves deftly, nudging your underwear aside to expose your slick heat. His fingers tease along your folds, deliberate and torturous. “Admit Luke doesn't touch you the way you need—tell me you're not satisfied.”

Your cheeks flush at his words, the boldness of his accusations stirring equal parts anger and desire. It's impossible not to wonder if Ashton is doing this to feed his already massive ego, his repeated jabs at Luke making you burn with frustration.

Even as your body responds to him, a spark of defiance ignites. You meet his gaze through hooded eyes, your voice low but sharp with challenge. “You could never please me the way he does.”

Ashton lets out a guttural growl, primal and raw, the sound reverberating through you.

For a moment, you think he might pull away, but instead, he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss that leaves you breathless.

His hands are quick and deliberate, hooking around the waistband of your underwear and sliding it down your legs in one smooth motion. When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and his glare is fierce, a mix of hunger and determination gleaming in his eyes. “We'll fucking see about that.“

Before you can muster a response, Ashton's hand moves to your chin, gripping it firmly.

His fingers trace your jaw, his thumb brushing your parted lips before shoving your panties into your mouth as an improvised gag.

You let out a stifled gasp, hardly being able to register the fact that Ashton had just stuffed your fucking underwear in your mouth. He looked so mad, but you couldn’t deny the heat that coiled in your belly as you took in the way his jaw clenched.

“Gonna’ make sure the only name you can think of when you cum is mine,” he mutters, dropping to his knees before you with a fire burning in his eyes.

Slowly his hands trail down your thighs, squeezing at the skin and making you groan around the fabric in your mouth. You watch through half lidded eyes as he parts your legs, throwing one over his shoulder taking a moment to admire your dripping core with a satisfied smirk.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t wait for your command before he’s diving in and licking a long stripe across your slit. Your entire body shakes with the contact, and you throw your head back in pure bliss. His hands tighten on your thighs, keeping them spread wide as his tongue circles your clit.

You watch in awe, his eyes meeting yours from between your legs, and you can make out the unmistakable glint of pride in them.

When he takes your clit between his lips and sucks gently, your legs shake uncontrollably around him as one of your hands comes to grab a fistful of his jet black curls.

Ashton moans as you tug at him, sucking eagerly at your clit and sending waves of pleasure cascading down your body. He really worked magic, and it left you breathless.

Ashton's tongue moves with expert precision, each flick and swirl pushing you further into the haze of pleasure. You bite down on the gag, muffling the cries that threaten to spill from your lips, the intensity of his movements making your entire body tremble.

Your knees threaten to give out completely, but Ashton holds you steady, his firm grip on your thighs keeping you upright.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters against you, his voice muffled and slurred as if he's drunk on the taste of you. For a moment, it feels like he's forgotten his mission to prove himself better than Luke, utterly consumed by you.

You're teetering on the edge, your body arching instinctively toward him, seeking more, needing more. His hands tighten on your waist as he feels your movements, grounding you while his tongue works relentlessly, and his lips close around your clit once again.

The world around you blurs as a loud, muffled moan escapes your gagged lips, your fingers tangling in his hair to tug sharply—a silent warning about your creeping orgasm. Ashton groans at the tug, the vibrations against your core sending you spiraling.

With one final suck, your release crashes into you, a wave of white-hot pleasure that leaves you trembling and clinging to the counter for support. Your body shakes as you ride out the high, your muffled cries echoing in the quiet kitchen. Ashton doesn't let up, his tongue still teasing and coaxing every last aftershock from you until you're nearly collapsing from overstimulation.

When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin glisten, and he wipes at them lazily with the back of his hand. His pupils are blown, his chest heaving as he looks at you with pride.

The sight of him—his swollen, flushed lips and his disheveled hair—is almost enough to make you forget how wrong this is.

“I'm not done with you yet,” Ashton growls, his voice husky and low. Before you can process his words, his hands grip your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter.

You're still trying to catch your breath, your legs trembling as Ashton's hands work with frantic urgency to free his cock from his pants. His fingers fumble slightly, his need for you so evident that his hands shake.

You're barely coherent, your body still buzzing from your climax, but the sheer hunger in Ashton's eyes snaps you back to the moment. There's no turning back now—not with the way he's looking at you, like he's about to devour you whole.

Your eyes watch in awe as he wraps his hand around himself, thick and heavy in his hand as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“You still think he can do better than me?”

You groan, nodding slowly. He knows you’re just bluffing, the unmistakable glint of pride in his eyes telling you just that. Still though, you had too much fun riling him up.

Ashton doesn't warn you when he thrusts into you, your eyes widening as a moan spills uncontrollably from your lips. The sound is shamelessly loud, yet it only fuels the reckless thrill surging through you. Your boyfriend is upstairs, fast asleep, completely unaware of the sinful betrayal unfolding beneath this roof. And somehow, that knowledge only makes this feel more intoxicating.

Ashton's composure cracks as he sinks into you, a low, guttural groan escaping him as he buries himself to the hilt. His forehead drops to the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

The stretch of his cock is overwhelming, and when he begins to move, slow but deliberate, your hands fly to grip his broad shoulders.

Your fingers dig into his sweat-slicked skin, desperate for something to anchor yourself against the intensity of the sensation.

“I knew it,” Ashton groans, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he bites down lightly, sending a shiver down your spine. “You just needed to stretch that pretty pussy of yours out. You are such a fucking slut, such a whore and it’s all for me.”

His filthy words send heat flooding through you, making you clench involuntarily around him. A whimper escapes your lips, and Ashton growls low in his throat, his hands gripping your hips tighter as his thrusts grow faster and more desperate.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, the noise loud enough to make your cheeks burn, though you're too far gone to care. Every drag of Ashton's cock against your walls has your body trembling, your nails raking down his back in a mix of pleasure and need.

“You're mine,” Ashton murmurs, his voice rough with possession. “No one else could make you feel this good. Say it.”

Your mind spins as he pushes you closer to the edge with every brutal snap of his hips. Your lips part, the words he wants to hear on the tip of your tongue, but all you can manage is a broken moan as he hits a spot deep inside you that makes stars dance behind your eyes.

His hand comes up to your mouth, ripping out your soaked underwear and letting it fall to the floor. It became almost impossible to keep your noises at bay, the unforgiving pace he had set lighting your body up in flames.

“Don’t make me ask again, Y/N,” he warns, but his voice is strained.

You want to fight it, keep the words from giving him the satisfaction he so desperately craved, but the truth was that he was right. No one made you feel the way he was making you feel, no one fucked you the way he did.

His thrusts are hard, hitting spots deep inside you that you had almost forgotten existed. Stars spring up in your vision as you bite down on your lip so harshly you swear you can taste blood.

“No— no one,” you gasp between moans, “can fuck me like this. Luke can’t make me cum like this.”

Ashton lets out a whimper— a fucking whimper— and catches your lips with his own in a heated kiss. His tongue parts your lips, invading your mouth as you both groan. You could taste the salt of his sweat and your own mixing together on your lips, only making you more desperate for your second release.

Ashton’s hand snakes between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with enough pressure that it makes your entire body tremble.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn, and Ashton’s free hand comes to grip your chin. Your eyes meet, and you can’t help the butterflies that erupt inside you as you realize how utterly wrecked he looks.

“Cum for me,” he urges. “That’s it pretty girl, show me how much better I make you feel.”

You fall over the edge again, his words being the final catalyst to your release. You clamp down around him, biting your lip to stifle any cries of Ashton’s name as you ride your high.

His movements remained steady, coaching you through your orgasm and not relenting even as you come down.

“Fuck, pretty, you make me feel s’good,” his movements grow sloppy by the second, both of his hands gripping your hips to steady himself. “I’m not gonna last long.”

You don’t respond, mainly because your brain can hardly string together a coherent thought— at least not one that didn’t involve the feeling of Ashton’s cock buried inside you.

It only takes him a few more thrusts before he’s spilling deep inside you, biting your neck in an attempt to quiet his own desperate sounds.

When his body finally stops trembling and he softens inside you, Ashton pulls back, tucking himself into his pajama pants. The air between you feels suffocating, thick with the scent of sex and something unspoken. Your chest heaves as you catch sight of the open kitchen cabinet and the abandoned wine glass that now feels miles away.

Sliding off the counter, your legs wobble dangerously beneath you, threatening to give out.

Ashton's hand shoots out to steady you, but you swat it away, venom in your voice as you spit, “Don't fucking touch me.”

He freezes, his hand hovering midair for a beat before he retracts it. There's a flicker of something in his eyes—surprise, anger, maybe even hurt—but it's gone as quickly as it appears. His lips part slightly, as though he wants to say something, but he stays silent as you bend down to snatch up your discarded clothes.

With trembling fingers, you tug your underwear and shorts back into place, your entire body taut with unspoken tension. You refuse to acknowledge the sticky warmth between your thighs or the damning evidence of what just happened.

“Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?” Ashton's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and laced with frustration. He crosses his arms, his biceps straining as his piercing green eyes lock on yours. “We have an entire week here, and you're already choosing to be a fucking menace?”

Hot guilt floods your system as the weight of what you just did truly sank in. The blue eyes you struggled so hard to picture earlier are now the only thing that plague your thoughts.

Holy shit.

“Don’t start this now,” you warn, sliding away from Ashton, desperate to put some distance between you two.

Ashton didn’t let that happen though, taking a few steps to make your attempt futile. “I’m not starting shit, sweetheart,” he grits out, annoyance creeping into his tone.

Your eyes meet again and your legs threaten to give out from underneath you. Why was it that even though you were wracked with guilt, you desperately itched to press your lips against Ashton’s once more.

“This won’t ever happen again,” you turn, your eyes ablaze with anger— mainly at yourself. “You understand? Never.”

Ashton’s lips curl into another infuriating smirk. “Sure it won’t,” he nods, “that is until I find you down here again looking for a night cap, or maybe when I catch your eyes on me like I always do.”

Now, a majority of the anger had been redirected towards Ashton. “Go to hell, Irwin.”

Already walking out of the kitchen, you caught the glimmer in his green eyes. “Guess I’ll be seeing you there, then.”

With that, he disappeared into the shadows.

You slumped against the counter you were just sitting on, the marble still heated from your skin. How were you supposed to act normal around him tomorrow when all of you went to breakfast together?

God, Luke would be there with his sickening puppy eyes and constant need for attention. No doubt he would notice, because you knew deep down, that nothing between you and Ashton would ever be the same again.

—

Luke was snoring softly by the time you tiptoed back into the room. He was curled in on himself, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm. His curls were a tousled mess across his forehead, and his lips were pursed into a slight pout. He looked so peaceful, so innocent, and it made your chest ache. You bit back the lump rising in your throat, slipping quietly into the ensuite bathroom and locking the door behind you.

Every second that passed only served as a cruel reminder of just how badly you'd messed up. No amount of time or distraction could erase the weight of Ashton's mouth on yours, or the way his release now slicked your inner thighs. Shame clung to your skin, a suffocating blanket you couldn't shake no matter how hard you tried.

With trembling hands, you peeled your silk pajamas from your body, letting the fabric slip to the floor in a careless heap. Your reflection stared back at you in the mirror, disheveled and guilty. Your lips were still swollen, the ghost of Ashton's kisses lingering like a brand. And the grip of his hands—God, you could still feel it. Your hips ached where his fingers had dug into your skin, no doubt leaving marks that would bloom into bruises by morning.

You couldn't look any longer. Turning away from the mirror, you reached to turn on the shower, twisting the handle until the water was almost scalding. Steam filled the room quickly, fogging up the mirror and mercifully obscuring your reflection. But it wasn't enough to erase the evidence. Even through the haze, you could still catch glimpses of the red fingerprints on your hips, raw reminders of a moment you could never take back.

Stepping into the shower, the water hit your skin like a purge, hot and biting, but it wasn't enough to cleanse you. Nothing ever could.

The weight of your actions hung heavy on your shoulders, pressing down with every droplet that slid down your body. You closed your eyes, letting the water drown out everything else, but Ashton's touch lingered like a shadow you couldn't shake.

You scrubbed at your skin like you could erase the entire night, like the scalding water and soap could somehow cleanse you of your sins. If only it were that simple. You wanted the shower to absolve you, to leave you faultless, but no amount of scrubbing could undo what had already happened.

The worst part—the part that gnawed at you relentlessly—was that you didn't entirely regret it. You could still feel Ashton's teeth sinking into your neck as he came, his voice a breathless mess as he moaned your name like a babbling idiot.

There was something satisfying about the way he'd unraveled, completely undone just by being with you, like you were some prize he'd finally won.

As you lathered shampoo into your hair, you planned your excuse. Luke would wonder why you showered in the middle of the night, but you already had your answer: you were hot, sweating, and couldn't sleep. He wouldn't question it. Why would he? He had no reason not to trust you.

But even as you rinsed the soap away, Ashton's green eyes burned brightly in your mind. The guilt you'd expected was twisting into something else entirely. Your stomach tightened as you remembered the way he had moaned your name. The way he whimpered when you told him no one else made you feel like he did. The memory shouldn't have made you feel anything, but it did.

Stepping out of the shower, you dried yourself off methodically, trying to focus on the mundane task instead of the shame and exhilaration battling inside you. But it was useless. Ashton was everywhere—his voice, his touch, the way his hands gripped your hips like he'd never let go.

When you finally slid back into bed, Luke didn't stir. Part of you had hoped he would wake up, that he'd somehow know what you'd done and confront you about it. Maybe it would be easier that way. Maybe if he found out, he'd leave you for good, and you wouldn't have to carry the weight of your secrets anymore.

But instead, he shifted in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent as he threw his arm over your waist and pulled you closer. He nuzzled into your neck, warm and blissfully clueless.

You stared at the ceiling, wide awake, your body stiff beneath his. The memory of Ashton's skillful fingers and the heat of his breath on your skin played on a loop in your head, while Luke's steady breaths were a cruel reminder of the life you were supposed to want.

Trapped in Luke's embrace, you knew sleep wouldn't come. This vacation was going to be a long one, but not for the reasons anyone else would ever understand.

[alisonsfics]

roommates best friend

pairing: calum hood x reader

summary: having ashton irwin as your roommate had its perks: he was nice and would always help out around the apartment, sometimes he’d be gone for months while on tour, and he had a hot best friend

word count: 2.3k

warnings: swearing, some heated making out, minors DNI

You were scribbling down some notes in your planner when you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Ashton, your roommate, in your doorway.

“Hey, Ash. What’s up?” You asked him. He crossed his arms, leaning against your doorframe. “I’m going out to run some errands. Do you need anything while I’m out?” He asked you.

You thought for a second and then shook your head. “I should be good, thanks for asking though.” You said, smiling. He nodded and then left your shared apartment.

You returned your attention back to what you were doing.

Ashton was a great roommate. He was nice and not too messy. He was on tour often, so sometimes you had the whole apartment to yourself. You liked it when he was home though because you both were pretty good friends.

About two hours later, there was a knock at the front door. You stood up from your desk and headed towards the door. You assumed Ashton had left his key at home, which he’d definitely done a few times before.

You quickly unlocked the door. “You forget your key again, Ash?” You asked, opening the door. The door revealed someone standing outside, but it wasn’t your roommate.

A tall brunette man was standing in front of you. You recognized him as Calum, one of Ashton’s band mates. You knew his face from some of Ashton’s posts on Instagram. You both had never actually met in person, though you both had heard stories about each other.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were Ashton.” You said, feeling embarrassed. You’d always found Calum attractive, but he was your roommate’s friend. “No, that’s okay. Is Ashton not here? I didn’t mean to bother you. You’re Y/N, right? Ash’s roommate?” He asked you.

You nodded your head, giving him a soft smile. “Ash went out to run some errands. He’ll probably be back soon, if you want to come in and wait.” You offered, trying desperately to not embarrass yourself in front of him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in your way. I can just come back when he gets home.” He said. Neither of you really knew how to act in this situation. You had never hung out before, and you both wanted to make a good first impression.

“No, it’s okay, I promise. You already drove all this way. You won’t be a bother at all.” You offered, stepping back and letting him walk inside. He gave you a soft smile and walked past you.

The smell of his cologne surrounded you as he walked by you. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. It wasn’t your fault that he made you weak in the knees.

“Do you mind if I go work on some stuff in my room? You can watch tv or whatever you want.” You asked him. He looked over his shoulder at you, with a look that made you feel like a schoolgirl. “Yeah, go ahead. I’ll keep it down.” He told you, sweetly.

He was super nice, which wasn’t helping with your little crush. You retreated to your room and continued working on responding to your work emails.

You could hear Calum turn on the tv, and he made sure to turn it down, so he wouldn’t distract you. You went to take a sip of your water and noticed your cup was empty.

You weren’t ashamed to admit that you checked your appearance in the mirror before you walked out of your room. You fixed your hair and smoothed out your outfit.

You walked into the living room, and Calum’s eyes shot over to meet yours. He gave you yet another soft smile. It turned your insides into jelly.

You continued to walk past him into the kitchen. You caught your breath as soon as you were out of his view. You slowly filled up your cup up with water and screwed the lid back on.

As you walked out of the kitchen, you noticed Calum was watching one of your favorite shows. You stopped near where he was sitting. “You watch this show too?” You asked, looking over at him.

He quickly nodded his head. “Are you kidding? I love this show. You’re the first person I’ve ever met who actually knows anything about it.” He told you. Both of your eyes lit up as you found this common interest.

He patted the seat next to him, causing you to giggle. You happily joined him on the couch. You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up as his arm brushed against yours.

“Oh, this is such a good episode.” You said, recognizing it instantly. Calum agreed with you.

You both could already feel the chemistry between you two. You had always found Calum attractive when you had seen pictures of him, but there was something about being next to him that made him near-irresistible.

He smoothly moved him arm to rest along the back of the couch. You definitely noticed what he was doing, but you didn’t make any attempt to stop it. Calum smirked a little as you leaned in a little closer to him, but still weren’t touching.

You both stayed like that til the episode ended. Neither one of you had been brave enough to make a move yet.

Calum turned off the tv and turned towards you. “So, you’re the infamous Y/N that Ash is always telling me about.” He said, smirking at you.

“And you’re the infamous Calum,” you added. He chuckled and his smirk only grew.

“So, how have we never met until today?” He asked you, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You both were playing a very delicate game of cat and mouse. You both knew exactly where this conversation was headed, but weren’t sure who was gonna make the final move.

“We actually almost met once.” You said, only remembering the story in that moment. He cocked his head to the side, curious as to how he could have forgotten almost meeting you.

You turned to face him more, and Calum rested his hand on your knee. “Ash invited me to one of your shows and told me I could come backstage after the show to meet you all. I went to the show, but had an emergency, so I had to leave early.” You told him.

“So, what’d you think of the show?” He asked you, still with that grin on his face. You paused for a second, making him wait for your answer.

You shifted closer to him. Your legs were almost pressed up against his. “I thought it was a really great show. I also thought the bassist was really hot.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You could see Calum’s eyes grow wider. He was left speechless. “You gonna kiss me or not?” You teased him. This seemed to snap him out of his trance.

He grabbed your waist and leaned forward to connect your lips. You pulled yourself onto his lap as you kissed him. He ran his hands up and down your back. His touch felt electric on your skin.

His lips tasted like spearmint as they moved against yours. “You are so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He mumbled against your lips. You pulled away to catch your breath.

Calum had other plans. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on the soft skin. “Oh my god,” you mumbled as your eyes fluttered closed.

You rested your hands on his shoulders. Before he could kiss you again, you stood up and grabbed Calum’s hands. “C’mon,” you told him, tugging him towards your room. He smirked at your eagerness.

You pulled him inside your room and lightly kicked the door closed.

“C’mere,” Calum said, when you both were standing next to your bed. He ran his fingers down your arms, and then lifted your arms and wrapped them around his neck. “You look breathtaking.” He said.

He placed soft kisses on your jawline and all over your face, except on your lips. He let his hands slide down the curve of your back and continue until they stopped on the back of your thighs.

He effortlessly picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He crawled on top of you, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

He leaned in to kiss you, but stopped millimeters from your lips. “Such a tease,” you mumbled, flipping him over. You were now straddling him, and he looked stunned. “That was so fucking hot” he mumbled.

You leaned forward and slipped your hands under his tight tshirt. You let your hands trace the outlines of his muscles. He loved the way that your hands felt on him.

“Take it off,” he encouraged you, as you balled part of his tshirt up in your hand. You smirked and slowly peeled the shirt off his large frame, pulling it over his head.

“So much better,” you said, leaning in to kiss him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you as close to him as possible.

Then, you both heard the front door. “Shit,” you both mumbled at the same time. Both of you had been so caught up in the moment that you completed forgot about Ashton coming home.

“Does he know you’re here?” You asked Calum, to which he shook his head no.

“Hey, I’m home.” Ashton called out.

You quickly jumped off your bed. “You stay here and put this back on,” you said, handing him his shirt.

You slipped out your bedroom door, closing it behind you. “Hey, you’re back.” You said, smiling at Ashton. He was in the kitchen putting away some groceries he had bought.

“Can we maybe talk about something?” You asked him.

He turned around to face you. His face changed from one of concern to a smirk. “What?” You asked him, cluelessly.

“I know what this is about.” He boasted, still smirking at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. Did he really know about you and Calum? “What do you mean?” You asked him.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with the hickey on your neck.” He said, chuckling. Your eyes went wide as you quickly tried to cover your neck with your hand.

“So, thank you for giving me the roommate courtesy and letting me know about the guy in your room, but don’t worry about it. Calum and I are gonna hang out today, so I can just ask to hang out at his place and you can have the apartment all to yourself with your new friend.” Ashton told you.

You would have really appreciated how considerate he was being if the circumstances were different.

“No, you don’t understand, Ash.” You started to tell him, “you know the guy.”

It wasn’t out of the norm for you both to discuss your love lives. Ashton knew all about your ex-boyfriends, and you had had plenty of awkward conversations with some of Ashton’s flings who stayed the night.

“Is it Jonathon? He was such an ass to you. I can kick him out if you want, but don’t get involved with him again.” He asked you, referencing your semi-recent toxic ex-boyfriend. You quickly shook your head.

“Ash, it’s not him, I promise.” You told him, still having trouble actually telling him who it was.

“So then…” he said, trying to think of who it could be.

“Ash, it’s Calum.” You confessed. That was the last answer Ashton expected to hear. “Wait…you and Calum? When did you both, wait what?” Ashton asked, his shock was very clear to you.

“He came over to hang out with you, but you were out. We were watching tv and then we started talking and, I don’t know what happened.” You explained.

Ashton chuckled. “I know what happened,” he said smirking.

“Cal, you can come out.” Ashton called out. Calum walked out of your room with a slightly awkward expression. “Hey, man.” He said, softly.

“Y’know, me and the guys have actually been talking about ways to set you both up. I guess you both had that covered though,” Ashton said, chuckling.

You all paused, not knowing what to say next. Ashton was having a blast with how uncomfortable you both looked.

“Alright, this is sufficiently awkward enough. You both should go hang out, like you had planned.” You said, trying to find a way to end your embarrassment. They both nodded, agreeing with you.

“I’ll go wait in the car and give you both a sec,” Ashton said, winking at the two of you. Once he walked out the door, Calum turned to you.

“Sorry we got interrupted,” Calum said, kissing the inside of your palm. You gave him a soft smile. “That’s alright. Ash is going on a date tomorrow night if you want to bring me over to your place. You got any roommates?” You asked him.

He shook his head, “Nope, no roommates.”

“Perfect, then we should have the place all to ourselves.” You whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. He leaned in so his lips were inches away from your ear. “I’m looking forward to it,” he whispered softly.

You felt goosebumps spread all over your body. He gave you a peck on the lips and headed for the door.

“Oh, wait. One more thing,” he said, walking back over to you and pushing you against the wall. You felt your stomach do a flip as he did it.

“Y’know how you said you only got to see part of the show last time?” He asked you. You nodded your head.

“We have a show in a few weeks. You should come, and then afterwards, maybe you could fuck that bassist in his dressing room?” He whispered in your ear.

“I would really like that,” you said, pressing your lips against his. He smiled at you and squeezed your hand and then left with Ashton.

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[calumsrockstar]

Brother´s best friend - Ashton Irwin

Contents: Smut (p in v, oral m recieving,clitoral stimulation, pet names)

Word count: 1.2k

y/h/c - your hair color

y/b/n - your best friend's name

READER IS 18

In where Ashton cannot get rid of the attraction that he has on his brother´s best friend

Ashton Irwin x sister!reader (fem)

Ashton never had a thing for younger girls, until he saw you. You were small, pure and almost innocent looking, he had always wanted you, but the only problem was that you were his brother's best friend.

He was a drummer, so he mostly just spent his time inside the garage practicing his songs, or in his room listening to music. He didn't care if he was too loud, after all, he was the older brother, so he could do whatever he wanted.

You were planned to have a study session with your best friend y/b/n ´s upcoming test. It was summer at the time, so as usual, you wore some shorts with a crop top, this was your usual style, your y/h/c hair was let down and curled.

You knocked on the door, a minute later, your best friend opened. "y/n! welcome to my humble abode!" your friend had moved to a new house, and you hadn't been in his house for years, so many things had changed. "hey, y/b/n, what's up?" you asked. "I've got all the algebra material ready, let's just go to the living room." You followed him.

You two sat down on the dinner table. For 30 minutes everything was okay, until you heard some loud banging coming from the garage. y/b/n let out a large sigh. "It's Ashton, I told him that you were coming over, yet he still is an asshole, typical. I'll tell him to quiet down."

As he went down to call Ashton, you reminded yourself of his older brother. You haven't seen him in ages, and years ago you had a stupid crush on him, but he obviously didn't reciprocate. You caught yourself thinking too much, then snapped yourself back to your studies.

The banging stopped, and your best friend came up. "Finally!" You laughed. "I'm not sure he'll stop for good." He said. "I just needed a least a minute of silence." You said.

"Hey, do you want snacks? I could go buy them really quick, there's a supermarket near here." He told you. "Oh, I would hate to be a bother, you really don't have to." You uttered. "It would be my pleasure, I'm hungry too. Make yourself at home, and don't be afraid to go tell my brother if he's making too much noise." "Thanks so much, see you later."

He left, and you tried to concentrate on your studies, but 5 minutes later, there it was again, the banging. You waited another 5 minutes to see if he would stop, "of course he didn't." You thought.

You slowly made your way to the garage, you were nervous, not only to tell him off, but to see what he looked like after all these years.

You slowly opened the door. "Ashton?" You asked. He immediately stopped. You had to stop your jaw from hanging off the floor. He looked good, not even good, amazing. His hair had grown out and he was wearing a blue bandana, and his muscles had definetely grown.

"Could you just play a little lower, i'm trying to study, please." You said in a high pitched voice. "Why did I say it like that?" You thought.

Ashton stood up from his drum set. "y/n? I haven't seen you in forever! you've really... grown." His voice was deeper too. God dammit. "Yeah, it's been a long time." You laughed awkwardly.

"Well, i'll leave you to it, i'll go to my room." He said in a happy tone. "Thank you so much." You smiled, and closed the door to the garage.

Ashton couldn't help but look at your ass when you left. Damn, when did you get so hot?

When you sat down on the table, you got a phone call from your best friend. "Hey, y/n, the supermarket is stupidly full, i'll take way much more time than expected, if that's okay with you? Also, did Ashton stop making noise?" He asked. "Yeah, it's fine, Ashton stopped making noise too. I'll be okay, take your time." You replied.

You reminded yourself that you needed to get some highlighters, so you went up the stairs to y/b/n's room. The problem was, you didn't know which room was his, so it was a gamble. You would hope and pray that this wasn't Ashton's room.

You opened the door. Ashton was holding his cock, stroking up and down, his head was all the way back, his eyes were closed. Your panties immediately were soaked, this was the most beautiful sight you've ever seen.

Ashton finally opened his eyes. "Hey! Don't you know how to knock?" he yelled. "I'm so sorry! I thought this was your brother's room!" You said and tried to close the door.

"Hey, I didn't tell you to go away did I?" His cock was still hard and he was smirking. Your jaw dropped. "Cat's got your toungue princess? Come here." He said with a growl in his voice.

This only turned you on even more. You can't believe you were in a room with your best friend's naked brother.

"Up, on the bed." He said. You crawled up on the bed, and looked at him. "You know i've been looking at you since you came here you know? No need to get shy."

"Ashton, your brother can get here at any moment, do you think this is a good idea?" You asked. "I'm up for it if you're up for it baby, nobody needs to know."

You placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You're so adorable baby, come here." Ashton growled. He grabbed your face and started kissing you, much more passionately this time.

He went on top of you and undid your shorts. He put a hand inside our panties. "You're already so wet for me, and i didn't even do anything, guess you're not as innocent as I thought." He started playing with your clit, making you moan.

"Do you want to suck me off?" He asked. You didn't say anything, but you nodded. "Naughty girl, that's what I like to hear. Strip." You did as asked.

"You look so gorgeous baby, i've been thinking about this since I first saw you." He stood up, and you kneeled down.

You looked up at him, and started licking his tip. Ashton wasn't someone who liked teasing, so he pushed his cock down your throat while he held up your hair. His head tilted back, he looked angelic, while he throatfucked you.

When you stopped, he threw you on the bed. "Those muscles really are doing their job." You thought

"Are you gonna be a good girl and take this dick?" You nodded. "Say it with words." He demanded. "I'm gonna be a good girl and take your dick, please fuck me." "That's more like it." He said.

He placed himself on top of you and lined his cock at your entrance. You gasped at the sensation of suddenly feeling full. He slid in and out as his breaths got louder and louder. You could feel them on your neck.

"I'm close, Ashton." You exclaimed. "Me too baby, cum for me." As soon as he said the word, you let yourself go, that was the best orgasm of your life. After that, he also came, filling you up completely.

"Well, that was something." You laughed.

"I missed you." Ashton said, while catching his breath.

"I'm sure you did." You smiled.

He looked at you, "I hope you come to study here more times."

"We'll see about that, you'll have to make some more noise.''

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash via IG

[anagirl-23]

Lyrics that make me think of my ed and make me cry

"Shut up, count your calories. I never looked good in mom jeans. Wish I was like you. Blue-eyed blondie, perfect body. Maybe I should try harder" -Prom Queen, Beach Bunny

"Why do I always spill? I feel it coming out my throat, guess I better wash my mouth out with soap" -Soap, Melanie Martinez

"And I could lie say I like it like that, like it like that. But nothin' is better sometimes" -When the party's over, Billie Eilish

"Then hate my reflection, for years and years. I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost" -The Archer, Taylor Swift

"I can change everything about me to fit in...And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why. I've never been a natural, all I do is try try try" -Mirrorball, Taylor Swift

"I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room, 'cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper white teeth and perfect bodies. Wish I didn't care. I know that beauty's not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back" -Jealousy Jealousy, Olivia Rodrigo

"Everybody wants you. But I don't like a hold rush. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?" -Gold Rush, Taylor Swift

"You say to me your jeans don't fit. You don't feel pretty and it's hard to miss" -Perfect Now, Louis Tomlinson (the whole song brings me so much comfort, I can't put it onto words)

"And she's got that body, always gotta flaunt it. Everybody's looking up. When she walks by you wanna be her" -Prom Queen, Molly Kate Kestner

"They say these are the golden years but I wish I could disappear. Ego crush is so severe" -Brutal, Olivia Rodrigo

"Pill diet, piell diet. If they give you a new pill then you will but it. If they say to kill yourself then you will try it. All the make-up in the world, won't make you less insecure. You got weights in your pockets when you go to the doctor's" -Sippy Cup, Melanie Martinez

"I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight" -All too well (10 minute version), Taylor Swift

"From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes. I have my blood, sweat and tears for this. I hosted parties and starved my body. Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss. The jokes weren't funny" -You're on your own kid, Taylor Swift

"She wants to feel like she did before. She looks into her mirror wishing someone could hear her, so loud" -Mirrors, Niall Horan

"Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby. And I'm a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out" -Anti-Hero, Taylor Swift

"You never want to know how much you weight. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me" -Little Things, One Direction

"I wanna eat, I wanna stay thin. I wanna dance but I gotta stay in. Hey, skinny skinny, don't you think about the futur. Hey, skinny skinny too bad, too bad" -Skinny Skinny, Ashton Irwin

And the whole fucking song Smaller than this by Sara Kays, like, every damn line

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

WIP Fics (2) Masterlist

part one

24 Floors (ao3) - raine_go_away luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 9k (WIP)

Summary: or the soulmate timer au that nobody asked for with luke working at a daycare later on where he eventually meets ashton

Across the Hall (ao3) - boomercal michael/luke, calum/ashton, luke/calum/ashton M, 4k

Summary: Michael and Luke have lived across the hall from each other for… three? four? A long time, anyway. In that time Luke has dated jocks, nerds, spiritualists, a video game programmer, a zookeeper, a set of non-identical twins (not at the same time) and just about everyone else in Sydney. Michael thinks it’s funny, cute even, and teases Luke relentlessly. But the couple Luke’s trying to date now is actually really nice, and that’s fine; Luke deserves the best, right? Then why does Michael wish they’d dump Luke?

All Gone (No Escape) (ao3) - mtvluke luke/ashton, michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: And when the nights are bitterly cold all you can do is be thankful that you've survived one more day, hoping that you'll still be alive to see the colors of a sunrise bleed together just like a watercolor painting.

Caught in Seattle (ao3) - thegiftboxxx, thesaltyspice calum/ashton, other(s) E, 82k

Summary: or, the one where Calum is supposed to be sober but, somehow, he finds himself a new addiction in the form of a cowboy hat-wearing groupie

Gone (ao3) - coolbabyblue luke/ashton E, 13k

Summary: "Why would you do this?"He asked looking up at Ashton as he swallowed his cries. He would not give him more satisfaction by crying, it was enough how happy the man was when Luke showed fear. He hated him with every inch of his body and as much as Ashton claimed he "loved" him, he refused to believe that.

"I want to go home... Please."He cried out, while Ashton just kept staring at him, still smiling and not saying anything. It was creepy... Almost inhumane.

"But I told you already..."The man spoke up finally, as he reached down to pet Luke's head,"... you are home."

How many omegas can you fit into 5 seconds? (ao3) - Little_Marquise michael/luke, calum/ashton, luke/calum M, 583k (WIP)

Summary: Luke has, as the only beta in a band, always felt a bit left out. While Michael and Ashton are fighting over who will win Calums heart, Luke feels like a piece of him is missing. The delayed piece of him finally catches up with his hectic lifestyle, when he presents as an omega during their Youngblood tour and everything goes absolutely crazy. Muke and Cashton.

Loser (ao3) - felixandtae calum/ashton N/R, 19k

Summary: "Watch where you're going, loser."

"Nice insult, neanderthal."

The typical lovestory of a Nerd and a Jock, but with a small twist when they're forced by their friends - Michael and Luke- to try dating for a month and see if they're really hate each other or hate how much they love one another.

Only You Can Give Me That Feeling (ao3) - Cashton4506 calum/ashton, michael/luke N/R, 4k

Summary: Ashton is the shy kid who sits quietly at the back of the classroom. He has a crush on popular football player Calum Hood. Almost everyone does.

Phobias (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 59k

Summary: "Nobody takes my phobia seriously. They all think it's something that'll just go away on its own and a lot of people use my own phobia against me. No one knows how terrified I become when my fear starts kicking in, and even if they did, they don't care at all. It causes a lot of distress on my part, and I hate that. Sometimes I wish I could somehow conquer my fear, but that's easier said than done."

"I understand exactly what you mean, and let me tell you: You're not alone on that."

The one where Ashton Irwin has pediophobia, the fear of dolls, and Luke Hemmings has monophobia, the fear of being alone.

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"Stay as far away from me as possible, and don't you even dare come near me."

"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to get close to you anyway."

The one where Michael Clifford has haphephobia, the fear of touch, and Calum Hood has philophobia, the fear of falling in love.

Say You Want Me (Back in Your Life) (ao3) - Siren_Grey ot4 T, 23k

Summary: When you turn 18, at 12am on your birthday, the name of your soulmate appears on your skin in delicate black ink. But the Universe doesn't always play fair.

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Ashton never thought he'd leave his soulmate, just like his father left his mother and him. But the name on his soulmate's skin wasn't his own. Little did he know the Universe had something much bigger planned...

Ot4 5sos Soulmate!AU

Tell Me I'm Pretty (ao3) - felixandtae luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 84k

Summary: "Wearing skirts and putting make up on doesn't make me a girl. I have a dick and I can very well show you it. Just tell me I'm pretty, Luke."

Ashton likes to wear make up and Luke likes when Ashton wears make up. But, Luke doesn't like Ashton and Ashton doesn't like Luke. So how did they end up fucking in the auditorium every Friday night?

Tendency For Trouble (ao3) - lxcifxrhemmo michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 4k

Summary: “I don’t have a thing for Hemmings, he’s a fucking little junior nerd with a teacher for a mum. That tells you everything.”

“That just tells me it puts him top of your list to fuck next, thrilling dangerous sexy fling with the new boy at Uni? Yeah sounds like an opportunity you wouldn’t wanna miss, not to mention he’s got brains and beauty.”

Or the one where Luke is the new pretty boy and son of the headteacher at frat boy Michaels University and Michael’s really tired of all these little new kids thinking they’re big enough to be like the Seniors. That is until he see’s the new boy for himself and suddenly it makes sense…but he’s totally not gonna fuck him.Is he?

thinking about fucking each other (before we fall asleep) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum T, 23k

Summary: Calum’s in love with Luke, Luke has his head up his ass, Ashton’s an amazing friend, Jack’s a horrible advisee and Michael loves big cars.

Wiped Out (ao3) - mtvluke ot4 N/R, 1k

Summary: The first sign of the virus happened in early autumn where the leaves just began to fall and the air began to cool down after the hot summer Sydney had just experienced. Of course Luke had heard about it from his friends and all the rumors of how it was turning people, crazy, would be an appropriate word. But now seeing this on the news. It was becoming far too real for Luke to brush off the uneasy feeling rising in his throat at the mention of it.

You only live forever in the lights you make (ao3) - Unholy michael/luke, calum/ashton, + more T, 17k

Summary: Or Luke has to flee to Camp Half-Blood with his (apparently demigod) best friend Louis, but what they’re running from turns out to be bigger and closer than they ever imagined. And the gorgeous boy named Michael with the cocky smile and the pretty eyes that everyone warns him about isn’t of any help at all.

[broidobe]

3, 7, 8, and 10 for the asks

answers below the cut

3 ~ playlists

oh god i have so many playlists lmfao. so i'll name every single one ;)

the main one i listen to is called innocent school girl mix and it's every single metal song i listen to with some other songs that just fit the playlist

and then i have 9 playlists that are separated by genre of metal. i have death, black, deathcore/metalcore, goregrind (and really any other grind), slam, melodeath, nu metal, doom (called whimsical asf 😭), and to top it off an entire playlist dedicated to wifey, alissa white-gluz

i have one called divorced dad that is really all the rock music i listen to. i have an ethel cain playlist also.

one that i never thought i'd reveal to the public is one called twinks. it is full of 5sos and 1d... cause i've been a fan since i was 4. somethings just never die down.

i have one called oldies that is filled with old hollywood broadway music and classics in general. don't hate lol

i have one called wyoming territory that is country. once again, don't hate. i like never listen to it and i promise i'm cool

there's one called punky which is pretty self explanatory, it's punk. theres hell yeah which is...chappell roan, sabrina carpenter, charli xcx, the dare, you get it.

i have emo which is basically just the emo trinity (marry me frank iero). i have mcr and fall out boy and i used to have a p!atd one but why have a playlist for just two albums?

also one for the cure cause...robert smith rocks. please listen to high by the cure, you won't regret it. best cure song ever

and finally, big minge energy. i mentioned it on my blog once but it's midwestern emo with weezer because i thought they worked well together. specifically pinkerton though

7 ~ celeb crushes

okay theres a lot.

my number one forever has been duff mckagan. i saw him for the first time when i was 4 and my mom says my eyes widened so much she thought they'd fall out. what can i say? i'm just cool like that.

but soon after my king ashton irwin followed. i'm a pretty diehard 5sos fan and uhhh...ashton stole my heart right away. that sexy ass aussie can take me away any day.

i saw frank iero at a young age too and fell in love. he's just so fucking cool.

i first knew i was bisexual when i saw pamela anderson. that woman...holy shit. more on her in my next post cause someone asked if i've met celebrities.

and james hetfield. my dearest angel boo boo bear sweetheart babygirl.

let me list some ladies:

gabbriette

angelina jolie

issa rae (GIVE ME HER)

pheobe dynevor

kylie bunbury

megan fox

BEYONCÉ (THE REAL WIFE, BEEN A FAN SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME)

solange

sharon tate

rosie hw

karen mulder

brigitte bardot

alissa white-gluz

now for the men:

slash

robert smith

bill hader (FIGHT ME)

john mulaney (FIGHT ME)

luke hemmings

michael clifford

calum hood

PHIL BOZEMAN UGH OMG. I NEED YOU

mick thomson (daddy issues strike again)

peter steele (daddy issues strike once again) (and size kink)

sid wilson

PETE MOTHERFUCKING WENTZ. HE'S AN OG TOO

AND THE WAY BROTHERS (MIKEY OMG YOU BITCH I LOVE YOU)

oh god there are so many more guys.

8 ~ languages

i am a PROUD polyglot. i speak six lanugages, 4 fluently. my first language is english but i started learning russian at a really young age, as that's what is spoken at my house 50% of the time

once i was pretty good at russian, my mom started teaching me finnish and let me tell you, not a fun ride. i got it so confused with russian and i sucked at it. now that i'm older, i'm way better though.

i am fluent in those languages and dutch. i learned dutch because some of my family hails from nijmegen which is like the most beautiful place on earth. i'm happy to say i was actually born there. but i stayed there for like a month before leaving.

i speak a decent amount of norwegian and french but there's still a lot of grammar mistakes i make. and that's it!

obviously, as russian, finnish, etc. aren't my first languages, it's likely i'll make SOME SORT of grammar mistake lol.

if you're lazy and didn't want to read that, here's a list

fluent:

english

russian

finnish

dutch

decent amount:

french

norwegian

also i absolutely love getting messages or asks in different lanugaes so if you speak them, don't be afraid to talk to me in that language.

10 ~ fav book

this is a hard one. i'd have to say a little life by hanya yanagihara or don't want you like a bestfriend by emma alban.

i'm a pretty avid reader but those happen to be my favourite, right now at least.

[honeyedlashton]

Thank you for tagging me Sof @sofsversion and Swan @gothluke 🤎🥀🖤

pick your favourite from the first five songs that appear when I shuffle my on repeat playlist!

I’m tagging: @bloodonthedrums @retromalum its early so I can think. But no pressure!!!

[wiiildflowerrr]

HEAVY MUSIC HISTORY: '5 Seconds Of Summer' by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Distorted Sound, 27 June 2024

'5 SECONDS OF SUMMER split the rock world in half ten years ago when they appeared on the cover of Rock Sound Magazine. Some hardcore rock fans dismissed them as a boyband best known as the support act of ONE DIRECTION, who were arguably the biggest boyband of the early 2010s, and for creating a song about American Apparel underwear that you couldn’t escape from every time you turned on the radio or were at the supermarket. But Rock Sound believed that the quartet from Sydney, Australia could turn dutiful teenage pop fans into curious listeners of rock music. Did 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER even classify as rock?

The answer is yes – to a certain extent. Formed in the Sydney suburbs, lead singer/guitarist Luke Hemmings, guitarist Michael Clifford, and bassist Calum Hood gained a substantial following on YouTube posting cover songs. Drummer Ashton Irwin joined the band after Clifford messaged him on Facebook as the band were going to play their first show and 200 people were going to be there. The reality was that the band ended up playing their first show at the Annadale Hotel – a pub in Sydney – on December 3, 2011 to only twelve people. But since that day, they’ve maintained the same line-up, working hard and growing an audience online and in person after extensive touring. After getting noticed by Louis Tomlinson from ONE DIRECTION in 2012, 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER were propelled to dizzying heights of fame after supporting ONE DIRECTION on their Take Me Home tour in 2013, and again in 2014 on the boyband’s Where We Are stadium tour.

Whilst 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER‘s breakout hit, She Looks So Perfect, might’ve been bubblegum pop, it’s also very guitar-driven, opening with a guitar note before leading into the catchiest ‘Heys’ ever put to music. Throughout their self-titled debut  album, there are elements of rock mixed in with sugary sweet pop, whether it is the paint-by-numbers pop-rock of Don’t Stop, or the guitar-driven Good Girls.

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER might not have been reinventing pop-rock by any means, but then again, the band were only three years into their career, having formed in late 2011, and three-quarters of the band were still in their teens at the time of this album’s release. Yet, there is also an undeniable charm about this album, with lyrics about wanting to escape town with a romantic partner (Kiss Me, Kiss Me), crushing on someone older (18), or wishing that you could commit to a relationship after a break-up (Everything I Didn’t Say). Admittedly, this is where the album falters sonically as the production is less inspiring and leans more into pop.

However, everything changes when Beside You comes on. This is a song that has been in 5 SEONDS OF SUMMER‘s discography since their debut 2012 EP Somewhere New. This re-recorded version breathes new life into the song, and it’s become a staple of their live shows and a fan-favourite. End Up Here is a fast-paced pop-rock song that namechecks both KURT COBAIN and Livin’ On A Prayer by BON JOVI. Whilst Long Way Home and Heartbreak Girl are mostly forgettable, the cheeky English Love Affair brings the album back up to speed. The standard edition ends with Amnesia, an acoustic break-up song that is easily one of the best written by the band.

Interestingly enough, the band’s more rockier sound is heard on the extended edition of the album. Social Casualty is a drum-heavy rock song that talks about leaving town to escape the past, Never Be is a mid-tempo song in the same vein as Beside You. Whilst Voodoo Doll is so overproduced that it threatens to burst your eardrums, the acoustic version of Don’t Stop is a good antidote. There is also a good foundation throughout this album that is further extended upon in their second album Sounds Good Feels Good (2015).

Critically, 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER‘s self-titled earned favourable reviews, with The Guardian calling the album ‘lyrical mischief’ and rating it 3/5, whereas AllMusic gave it 3.5/5 and said that the album is 'packed with immediately hummable melodies that anyone over 30 will probably feel slightly guilty for remembering'. The album sold 259,000, and hit Number One in fourteen countries, including America and Australia. It reached Number Two in the UK.

Overall, ten years on, it’s interesting to listen back to this album. Whilst the band only played four songs from the album on their most recent tour The 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER Show, and their third album Youngblood (2018) and fourth album Calm (2020) saw them swap their pop-rock sound for synth-pop, their fifth album 5SOS5 (2022) saw them return back to their roots in a mature way. Lyrically, their self-titled album is more risqué than anything that ONE DIRECTION ever released. Sonically, the album mostly works well thanks to the brilliant production by John Feldmann, although some of the songs do sound too clean cut and sometimes leans more into pop than rock. But this is an album that shows that 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER could break out of the shadow of the biggest boyband and shine on their own. They might’ve never reached the heights of fame ONE DIRECTION did, but this album did show a generation of teenage fans that there is more music out there than what’s on the radio.

'5 Seconds Of Summer' was originally released on June 27, 2014 via Capitol Records.' X

[suchalonelysunflower]

Teach me a melody (a.i)

Pairing: Teacher! Ashton Irwin x teacher!fem! reader

Summary: Valentine's Day at school and someone has a surprise for you

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.8

Author's note: self indulgent cause I'm a teacher that loves VDAY. might become a blurb series? REMEMBER THAT REBLOGS ARE IMPORTANT AND APPRECIATED as well as COMMENTS, LIKES AND INTERACTIONS. Please, SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and happy reading

My masterlist // taglist in comments.

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Valentine’s Day, a full 24 hours where people get into a frenzy of either showing how in love they were, complaining about the capitalist propaganda, or wallowing in their own woe of not having found anyone to spend the day with. And, of course, all three scenarios prove to be true in the craziest, hormone-filled place of all: Highschool. 

“I swear if Jamie got me one of those chocolate bars from the candy machine again…” You heard one sophomore complain to their friend as they passed you by in the hallway. A small smile crept on your face when you remembered Jamie carrying a toddler-size teddy bear out of their car earlier this morning. 

Out of the corner of your eye you watched as the theater kids began with their annual project of singing telegrams to raise some money for their spring musical. You wondered how many renditions of Bruno Mars’s “Just the way you are” you’ll hear this year interrupting your classroom. 

Contrary to popular belief, you loved it. 

Ever since you were a child you loved Valentine’s Day. You enjoy watching people express their love in so many, creative ways. You like every picture, watch every video and swoon a little with the classical proposal you see at least once every February 14th. And yes, you firmly believed that love should be expressed every day and not just once a year, but there was just something so magical about this day where everyone celebrated love and the energies were filled with hopes and dreams.

You walked through the halls with ease and with a silly love song playing in your brain. You smiled at the students that were already waiting at the door of your classroom and wished them a good morning as you unlocked the door for them. There were still a few minutes before the bell rang, so there wouldn’t have been any problems for them to just take their seats a bit earlier. 

“Oh my god! Who got you those flowers?” You asked one of your students as they came in carrying a whole bouquet. 

“Me!” They laughed “I love me the most and I can buy my own flowers whenever I want to” 

You laughed along with them “I can’t argue with that amazing logic. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart” 

“Happy Valentine’s Miss L/N!” Your student said and went in and took their seat.

In the meantime, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the classroom in front of yours. Feeling your heart beat a little bit faster when you noticed the lovely curly-haired man that sat at the desk. 

You looked at the time and bit your lip slightly. Yes, you had enough time. 

“Good morning, Mr. Irwin!” You called, knocking on his open door. 

The man turned at the sound of his name, a wide smile forming on his face the moment he saw you leaning against the doorframe. 

Ashton Irwin, the music teacher. One of the youngest, most handsome, and most beloved teachers in the whole school. He was one of the many additions to the staff alongside yourself and a few others last year after many of the senior teachers finally retired. It would’ve been a lie to say that you didn’t fancy him from the first moment you saw him. His hazel eyes and easy smile; the way he laughed and how easy it was for him to make friends with everyone, even yourself; how all of his students love him, even the troublemakers. He was just so effortlessly cool, it would be impossible to deny your little crush on him.

“Y/N!” He said, never have been one for formalities “Good morning! I thought you were one of my students, I was about to tell you to nod off somewhere else because my first class is in the third period”

“And you need the peace and quiet to last a bit more? Ah, so easy the life of an artist. Never having to read essays about how William Shakespeare would’ve “ate” in booktok” He chuckled, you blushed “I’ll leave you to enjoy your free time” 

“I never said you should leave,” He pouted “I do enjoy the company of adults in my free time” His eyes lingered on you for a bit “You look rather festive” 

You looked down at your pink shirt; red, pink, and white nails with hearts drawn on them; and unconsciously touched your heart-shaped earrings as you blushed. 

“Would you believe me if I say that the shirt was white until a stranger put their red socks on the washing machine?” 

Ashton let out a loud laugh “I would believe anything you say, Y/N. Though I didn’t take you for someone that loved V-Day” 

“I’ve always loved it,” You confessed with a shrug “It was my parent’s favorite holiday, always making a big show out of it and including me and my siblings with a big lunch before they went out on a date of their own. I loved their love and I guess that made me love love in general” 

You raised your eyes and found him sitting back on his chair, eyes focused on you as a soft smile adorned his face. 

“It’s silly, I know-”

“Not at all,” Ashton said, ever so calmly “I love that story, thank you for sharing it” 

“What about you?” You asked, looking around the decoration-free classroom “Not in the mood for love?” 

“Ehh, I didn’t put that much thought into it. I never really do unless I have someone to share it with” 

“Well, I’m in the same boat as you. But I still love to celebrate it” You shrugged, ignoring the way both your eyes gleamed with something more than recognition when you both admitted to being single “Anyway, I should go to class. The bell’s about to ring” 

“Y-yeah! Of course” He blushed “Have a nice day, Y/N” 

“You too, Ash” You smile as you walked back to your class and ignored the “ooohs” of your students when you entered, looking back at the neighboring class to see Ashton smiling at that. 

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It was almost the end of the school day when someone knocked at your classroom door. 

“Excuse me, Miss L/N?” One of the theater kids popped their head in “We have a very important sing-a-gram to send” 

“Oh?” You asked in a teasing tone, making your students giggle “Of course, dear. And who would that be for?” 

A group of teenagers came in, all wearing knowing smiles as one of them said: “It’s actually for you, miss. From a secret admirer” 

The class absolutely went mad at that, cheering and hollering as the group started to sing a beautiful version of “All of Me” by John Legend. You sat there absolutely bewildered, smiling widely in awe at the gesture. You thanked them after they were done, congratulating them on their talent and wishing them a good day. And if you thought you'd seen a glimpse of a curly head watching over the door’s window, it was most likely your imagination. 

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As you were sorting out the last of your papers and got everything ready to go home, your ears picked up a familiar melody coming from the class across the hall. A small smile played on the corner of your lips as you ventured over there, knowing what you might find. 

Ashton was sitting at the piano that stood in the middle of the room. His fingers gracefully pressed on the tiles as the melody soared. He was so concentrated that he didn’t even hear you come in. 

“Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections” He sang. 

You’ve heard him sing before, but that didn’t take away from the fact that it took your breath away each time he did. His voice was on a lower register, calm and soothing as the words dripped like honey out of him. It completely hypnotized you as you leaned against the door frame, watching over him with a new, indescribable feeling inside your heart. 

“Cause I’ll give you all of me if you’d give me all of you. Cards on the table I’m showing all my hearts, risking it all for a chance…” The slight change of lyrics called your attention “Cause all of me loves all of you. You’ll be my end and my beginning if you’d have me mmm-hmm…”  

He ended up humming the rest of the song, closing his eyes as he let the music move him. That is something you always admired about him; his passion for what he does. It didn’t matter if it was teaching, playing, or even talking to you about the last book he read and he thinks you might like it. Ashton’s heart always had space for more, and if he were to share it completely, you knew you’d want to be a part of it.

When he was done, his hands kept still, ghosting over the tiles. He sighed and grabbed a pen and a notebook and he started scribbling on it. 

“That was gorgeous, Ash” 

The sound of your voice startled him. He turned to you so quickly that you were sure it gave him whiplash. He was a blushing mess as he opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

“Sorry,” You said, “I didn’t mean to-”

“No!” He shouted, cringing at his own tone of voice “No, I’m sorry- I’m used to being the only one here. And-” He sighed, not knowing what else to say “Did you listen to all of it?” 

“Yeah, I really liked it” You smiled softly at him, walking forwards “Must be a really special person for you to rewrite a whole song for them” 

“It’s, uhm… It’s something I’ve been working on with my students” Ashton admitted “Trying to adapt songs to their own situations and feelings… It might help them connect with lyricism better”

“And your feelings are…?”

“Unrequited, I'm afraid” He smiled sadly at you as you came to stand in front of him “I don’t know how to make her notice me as something more” 

“Maybe she already knows,” You said, looking at the tiles and letting your fingers grace over a few of them “You know I got that song in a sing-a-gram today, the OG version” 

Ashton smiled, trying to mask his tone as he asked “Really?” 

“Mmhmm, someone might’ve been listening to me talk about how that’s one of my favorite songs. The kids didn’t tell me who it was, though”

“Do you want to know who it was?” 

“When they are ready to share it, yes,” You said, looking back at him and finding his eyes already on you. Gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. You smiled “Would you teach it to me?” 

Ashton smiled as he scooted over on the bench, patting the space next to him for you to sit. His hands covered yours and guided you through a dance across the piano, letting the melody say the rest. 

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