#Ashton Irwin Drabble

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home life ~ ashton irwin

word count: 1669

request?: yes!

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

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

pairing: ashton irwin x female!reader

warnings: nothing just some super cute domestic fluff with ashton

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

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

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

“Good morning,” you murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

“Those aren’t real.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You knew that when you married me.”

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

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

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

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

“You choose,” he responded.

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

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

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

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

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

“No, especially then.”

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

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

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

“You mentioned that already,” you teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then eat, silly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you more.”

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

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

[dreambabylon]

- Never Embarrassed of You -

Calum Hood Drabble

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

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

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Copycat - Josh Dun x Reader

Pairing: Josh Dun x GN Reader

Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3

Word Count: 690 - nice and short!

A/N: I got my hair toned back to the copper colour I normally have today so thought I'd write a little imagine/drabble where the reader gets matching hair with Josh.

“Are you sure you want to come?” Josh asked, putting on his shoes. His hair had grown a lot more than we’d expected it to on tour so he was making an errand to a salon. 

“Yeah, why not?” I smiled, leaning against the doorframe of our hotel room. 

“Well I’m going to get it dyed too Y/N. Tyler asked me to do something for the new album so it’s gonna take a while.” He finally stood up and grabbed his phone and wallet. I put on a hoodie and quickly ran after him towards our car. “Are you just gonna sit there the whole time?” Josh asked, pulling out of the parking lot. I shook my head as I plugged my phone into the aux and played ‘Drive’ by Ashton Irwin, one of our favorites. 

“I’ll get a cut too. What’s your plan for coloring it?” I’d already had a rough listen to some of the band’s new music so had an idea of what the aesthetic they were going for was. 

“Probably keep my natural color on the top and dye the underside red. I know it sounds weird but it’ll look cool, trust me.” We parked right in front of the salon and Josh quickly got out to open the door for me. Josh had already started talking to one of the workers when another came and escorted me into a chair on the other side of the salon than him. 

“So, what are we gonna do? Tell me the plan,” the hairdresser beamed. She had long bright pink hair and a huge smile on her face. 

“Well, my boyfriend over there, he’s getting his hair dyed a red color and I want to surprise him by doing the same. I like the current hair color I have but I just want highlights of the red if you know what I mean,” I tried my best to describe what I want without drawing attention to myself. The hairdresser knew exactly what I was describing and asked her colleague what color she was mixing so she could put the same on my hair. I sat in the chair chatting away while she washed, cut, dyed, washed again, and dried my hair. Luckily Josh was taking the exact same amount of time–I was even finished before him! We spun the chair around so I could get a glimpse of my hair before Josh could see it. 

“Oh I love it! Thank you!” I hugged the hairdresser before she handed me a branded beanie to hide the hair till we got back to the hotel. We quickly exchanged numbers so we could meet up next time I was in the city.

“He’s going to love it Y/N! Oh and I can’t wait to see you again, we should get coffee next time you’re around,” she beamed, before walking me to the front to meet Josh. His hair looked amazing, the exact shade of red I had. He looked happy which always made me happy. We paid for the services and walked out to the car. 

“So, are you going to show me your haircut or are you going to hide it under that beanie for the rest of eternity?” He laughed. 

“Are you sure you’re ready? It’s going to blow your mind Dun!” He nodded eagerly, “Close your eyes then. I’ll make sure it’s not frizzy.” Josh placed a hand over his eyes while I took off the beanie and ran my fingers through my hair till it looked good. “Okay you can look now.” He opened his eyes and they instantly went wide. 

“Holy shit,” Josh never swore, which instantly concerned me. Had I gone too far? Did he hate it? My brain darted and dashed in every direction trying to figure out what I could do to fix what I had done. “I’m so lucky. You’re beautiful… you’re gorgeous. Not to mention the fans are gonna go crazy about this, Tyler’s going to love it!” He cupped my face as he pressed his lips to mine. “You’re my number one fan Y/N.”

"“Always and forever.”

//

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

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

Last Song: Scar by Ashton Irwin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Summary: Michael has been baking a lot, lately.

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

The thing is, Michael is not a good baker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ashton has pretty hair and Calum believes in second chances.

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

Summary: “They’re where?”

“In jail,” Calum sighs.

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

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

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

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Mattress Comfort | Ashton Irwin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-”

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

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

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

[bxcketbarnes]

Delicate Kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 12: Your phone keeps going off

Ashton Irwin SMAU

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

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

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Drive [A.I.]

I was bored...this happened.

Song: Drive by Ashton Irwin

Warnings: None

Reader: Gender Neutral

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

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

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

“Wh-“

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

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

I know his voicemails sound like a lullaby

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

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

We could take a drive downtown to the Pacific Coast

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

We could tie another knot between us in some hope

We could, we could, we could, we could

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

We could take a drive downtown to the Pacific Coast

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

We could tie another knot bеtween us in some hope

We could, we could, we could, we could

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

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

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

Down, down, down

The violent voice is loud and deafening

Red lights, they burn us out like kerosene

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

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

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

Just drive, just drive, just drive tonight

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

You and me

You and me

You and me

You and me

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

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

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

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

“I love you, too, Ash.”

[fallingprincess]

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

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

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

*****

“Looking for something?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he did. 

He fucking did. 

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

*****

[qualitylu]

just imagine. like wow

[dreambabylon]

“Oh wow, that’s a Keeper” - C.H.

Warnings: Fluff <3

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Worry {Ashton Irwin}

Rating: PG Requested: Yes! "protective!ashton someone attacks a concert and they can’t find each other and ashton gets hurt ( rubble ??) and everyone freaks out but it’s okay in the end" Warnings: Hospitals, natural disasters, & injuries. Word Count: 945 Author's Note: I changed the ask a bit, just to make it more of a natural disaster instead of an attack. I don't feel comfortable writing about attacks, guns, weapons, basically that sort of thing. But, I still enjoyed this ask, so I hope you guys like this lil drabble! Enjoy! xx It was supposed to be a simple date. You two go to a concert, have a good time, and enjoy the band. It wasn't anything big, but it was enough to enjoy yourselves. You just weren't expecting to end the night in the hospital.

You two were at a small gig for one of the smaller bands Ashton knows. The venue wasn't huge; it was rather quite cozy. You stood close to the front, swaying to the music with Ashton's arms around your waist. That's when you felt the rumbling. The band immediately stopped playing, knowing something was wrong. The small building wasn't shaking from the loud music, it had to be an earthquake. The frontman quickly spoke into the microphone, telling everyone to get to a safe space. Some people, the ones closer to exits, were able to run out before the real issue began. The earthquake wasn't big enough to tear down the venue, but what was inside was still affected. The band was able to make it to the side of the stage safely, all members standing under doors or in corners in hopes they'd be fine. But you and Ash were next to the collapsing stage, so close to the breaking metal that was supposed to be holding up the stage itself. It was hard to find a safe space. The earthquake was happening fast, giving you no time to search for protection against the natural disaster. People were running everywhere, you couldn't move more than a few feet without being pushed back by someone on their own hunt for coverage. It happened in the blink of an eye. The stage finally gave in, collapsing beside you and Ashton. A few pieces that held the stage together went flying. Between an earthquake and flying metal, you ended up okay. But Ashton fell to the floor after having a large metal plate land on his foot, capturing him. You kneeled down next to him, worried sick that he could be permanently damaged, ignoring his pleads of, "Go! Find somewhere safe!" Now, you are busy replaying the event in your head as Ashton lays in the emergency room. Everyone was calling to make sure you guys were safe, and vice versa as you checked up on your friends in the area. The boys were all okay, and so were their dogs. Your friends were uninjured, which made you so thankful. Unfortunately, you and Ashton were not as lucky. The earthquake was over almost as fast as it began, but the damage on Ashton was already done. 911 was called immediately to care for the few who were hurt, including your boyfriend, and comforted all of those who were still scared. Ashton, along with three others who got injured, was brought to the ER immediately. Each was put in a room as soon as they got here. Two suffered concussions, while the third had a broken arm thanks to a guitar that fell off the stage and hit her forearm like a ton of bricks. You hold Ashton's hand, worried that the damage might be more than you each could handle. Waiting for the X-ray results made you nauseous, even though the doctor said it would only be a few minutes. What if something drastic had to be done? What if his toes, or even his whole damn foot, had the circulation cut off for too long that it had to be amputated? What if— "Baby," Ashton says, snapping you out of your trance, "I'm going to be okay. I know it was scary, but the doctor doesn't think it's anything too bad." You huff in annoyance, though you both know you're just very worried. "Ash, you don't know that. Something could be totally wrong. What if you never walk again?" "Jesus baby!" Ashton laughs, "I think I'm going to be fine, stop worrying so bad." Just then, the doctor knocks on the door, slipping into the room with a smile on his face. "Mr. Irwin, I have your results back!" Ashton sighs, thankful he doesn't have to wait any longer. "What's up? My leg gonna be okay?" he asks. The doctor nods, and it felt like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. "Like we expected, a broken ankle, and also two broken toes, but those should heal up much faster than the ankle. What we're going to do is give you a cast, as well as a boot and other supplies for your toes, that way we can keep the bones from moving and allow proper time for it all to heal." He went over what will need to be done in order to have a fast recovery before leaving to prepare Ashton for a cast. Who, by the way, was busy trying to decide between a black colored cast to match his aesthetic or a red one to match his hair. "See? I told you I'd be fine," Ashton mumbles, kissing your cheek to give you reassurance. "I know, you just worry me sometimes. But I'm so thankful you're okay," you reply, running your fingers through his hair. "Thank you, though. Thank you for being here with me, even if it's a little scary to see me in the emergency room," he adds on, with a small chuckle at the end. You roll your eyes, smirking at him as you move to cup his cheeks. "Anything for you, my love." You give him a sweet kiss, the warmth of his lips reminding you that he's Ashton Irwin, the man who's been through it all, and an earthquake won't shake him as long as he's got you to help him heal. 

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[angelsforcars]

if i decided to start a writing competition every couple of months, would anybody actually want to be apart of it?

[flannelpunkcalum]

psst best friends to lovers #4 with your choice for the boy!! (p.s. fuck me up ily)

you know what?? i’m gonna go with ash. i don’t get to write about him enough and also i do what I WANT, mom 

“Door’s open!” Ashton yelled, as Y/N kicked her shoes off in the hall. 

“Good thing I didn’t knock, then.” She said, slinging her bag off her shoulder.

“Good thing,” Ash said, but as he came round the corner he already had his arms out for a hug. Y/N didn’t hesitate; she let him fold her into his chest. Fuck, she’d missed him. 

She let herself have this moment. It had been months, she hadn’t seen him in ages, she could hold him for a minute without causing suspicion.

If she was honest with herself, she’d been crushing on him for a while. Well, a crush a like a steamroller. It usually wasn’t a problem - he’d been on tour for so long she’d started to think she was over it. When he texted her, though, asking to meet up - dear Jesus god, all that came flooding back. 

I mean, it was Ash. Who wouldn’t be caught up? 

Before things got weird, she pulled herself away. “How’s it going, rockstar?” She grinned, folding her arms across her chest to keep them busy. 

“Oh, you know, same old, same old.” Ashton ran a hand through his hair. He was glad to see her - she could tell, he didn’t smile like that for just anybody. She’d really missed him. “International tour, you know, really boring.”

“Yeah, sure sounds like it.“ Y/N teased. “You bring me anything good?”

“Oh, god, Mikey bought the weirdest food in Japan, you’re gonna love it. How are you? How’s- how’s everything?” He said, reaching out to put a hand on her elbow. They were still stalled in his entryway, beaming at each other. It was always like this, after a long break. It would have been too easy to fall into each other’s laps again, they had to get used to being familiar. 

Plus Ash was always more touchy when he hadn’t seen her for a while. Y/N was pretty sure it was because he hung out with the boys so much on tour and they were all sorta clingy, but it always made her a little sad when the light touches faded. 

Y/N shrugged. She didn’t want to talk about Paul right now. “You know me. Just school, and work, and - oh, my god, you need to hear about this kid in my psych class, you’re gonna go nuts.” Y/N couldn’t look at that smile of his much longer without combusting. She linked her arm through his, dragging him towards the living room instead.  “Come on, I want to watch Thor: Ragnarok.”

“You still haven’t watched it - Y/N-”

“I was saving it for you!”

“…you’re ridiculous.”

“- and this other guy, I’m handing over the coffee and he goes ‘many thanks, milady’ like not even joking! Like I like the shop fine and all but why can’t hipsters be normal people?”

“They can’t be all bad.” Ashton mused. Thor: Ragnarok had come and gone, and now they were half-watching some trashy crime procedural surrounded by snack wrappers. 

“You say that because you are one, rockabilly daydream.” Y/N said. She was feeling a little less overwhelmed by his presence, which was good; Ash would definitely notice if she blushed every time their hands brushed in the chip bag. 

She took a deep breath. She might as well tell him. “…Paul started coming by the store.”

She felt Ashton shift beside her. “Is he bothering you again?” She didn’t blame him for his apprehension; after their breakup Paul had shown up at the coffee shop where she worked until she got her coworkers to keep running interference. 

“No.” She said. “A little? It’s not bad this time. The first time he came in he didn’t even talk to me, he ordered from the other girl and he barely looked me in the eye. And like, yeah, don’t talk to me, you were creepy as hell to me after we broke up.”

“Wait, the first time? He keeps coming back?” Ashton said. Y/N tried not to jump when he grabbed her hand. “Y/N-”

“It’s really not like the last time.” She said, refusing to meet his hazel eyes. She didn’t like talking about boys with him, it always seemed to get weird, but with Paul she didn’t know what to do and Ash was her best friend. She needed his help. “He’s been, like, civilized. I mean, he started asking me more about my classes than he did when we were together, so that was nice.” Ashton didn’t respond. He kept staring at her. If it wasn’t for the easy grip of his hand on hers she would have thought he was angry.

“He asked you out, didn’t he?” Maybe he was mad. Y/N let herself turn to look at him, stomach twisting. Ashton’s face was unreadable, but his tone was intense, like he was trying to tear a hole in something. 

Y/N probably should have known he’d catch on. “You think it’s a bad idea to say yes?”

“Did you?”

“Not yet.”

“Good. It’s such a fuckin’ stupid idea. Y/N, you remember what he was like. He didn’t want you to go out, he got mad when you didn’t text him in the middle of classes. He wasn’t good for you. Like, I still don’t want him near you.” Ashton said. He wasn’t letting go of her. Y/N tried not to think about it. It wasn’t in the way she wanted, so she wasn’t gonna dwell on it. He was her best friend, of course he’d get riled about Paul - Y/N hadn’t really been planning on saying yes anyways, but she had needed to talk to someone about it first. 

Y/N found herself sighing. “Figured you’d say something like that.” She mumbled, turning herself a little further away. On TV someone was showing a model of DNA. How funny that the same thing held seven billion people together, even if she felt like she was falling apart. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ashton take a peek at her, then turn back to her. “You really like him?” He said, voice gentle again. She was never gonna get used to how he sounded when he talked real low to her. 

“I dunno.” She kept her eyes fixed on the TV. “I miss it sometimes. I don’t- um, people don’t really fall in love with me every day, and like - sometimes I think that’s the love I’m supposed to get. It’s dumb, I know.” That was enough moping, she told herself. She was here to have a good time with her friend, not- whatever the hell this was. She wiggled her hand out of his grip, letting it fall, purposeless, to her side. “Not like you’d have that problem, Ash-” She said a little louder, turning to him. 

Ashton didn’t respond. He was still looking at her, and unbidden Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. Her smile, her brave face, drops. “Ash?” She said.  

He grabbed the back of her neck, but he doesn’t yank her in; Y/N felt the couch shift as he moved, and then he was kissing her. She could feel the tension, the intent, in his mouth. It doesn’t feel like he’s testing the waters; this felt like the deep end. It’s quick, but even as he pulled away she was trying to memorize the way he’d moved his lips against hers. 

Y/N’s so startled she can’t even tell if she kissed back, but as Ashton leans his forehead against hers and takes a shaky breath she grabs handfuls of his shirt to keep him there. “You deserve so much love, Y/N. You deserve better. It- it doesn’t have to be me, but you deserve better than him.”

She still can’t say anything - she thinks maybe her breath’s not reaching her lungs - and Ashton starts to pull away. “We can just forget this,” he said into the meagre space between them, even as her grip keeps him in place. As he spoke, his hands went to hers, trying to untangle them. “I shouldn’t have-” 

“No,” she said, pulling him in to kiss him again. Can that be right? Is this really happening? His mouth tastes like those Mountain Dew Cheetos they’d been trying, but she doesn’t care, it’s him, it’s her Ash. When she let him go he still stayed close, peeling her hands off his shirt to wrap them in his, and pulled back just enough for them to be able to see each other. 

“Let me take you out,” he said, and Y/N was already nodding but he continued. “I know with my work I’m - it’s not great timing, I know, but just give me one night.” 

She shook her head. “You don’t have to take me anywhere.” She said, just as desperate. “You don’t have to do anything, just let me be with you.”

Ashton was smiling again, looking at her like it was the only thing he ever wanted to see. “Nah, baby,” and it surged through her, that she could be his baby, “I’ve been thinking about it, I really wanna just treat you for a night. I was gonna wait till tour was over, but - now that I’ve seen you, and with your ex trying to drag you back in I don’t think I can wait.”

Y/N doesn’t want to wait, either. She knows he’s not gonna be around too long, so she’s just gonna take as much of his time as she can while he’s offering. She let herself flop into his chest and immediately his arms closed around her, like she fit. “I didn’t know you liked me.” She said into his shirt. “I thought you’d never even look at me.”

“You’re crazy.” He said, tucking her head under his chin. She took a deep breath; she couldn’t wait until he made her smell like him. “You’re the only reason I come to this goddamn city. I didn’t want to drag you into this- my life’s a mess, I’m gone so much. You’re gonna give me a chance, right?”

Y/N would give him everything. “I always thought - this is stupid - big rockstar, you’d just take what you wanted and if you wanted me-”

“You think so?” Ashton said, smile in his voice, before he launched forwards, using his leverage on her to get her flat on her back. Y/N laughed as she went down. She still couldn’t totally believe this was happening- “’Cause right now I wanna to kiss you.” He said, hovering over her. 

“You stallion.” Y/N teased, but when he kissed her they were both smiling so much it almost fell apart. 

And, oh. This was how it was supposed to feel. 

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