#ashton 5sauce

[writersdare]

Give Me Attention | Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Ashton and Y/N had been friends for a while. However, everything changed once she found out an unpleasant secret he thought to hide from her.

Warning: angsty, an intimate moment, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Word Count: 2 947

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: This one was actually hard! I've been working on this one for quite a bit, and really hope you'll like the story. I'm still not sure about the whole concept, but I like to try new ideas, so I don't regret choosing this path. If you watched a film "Matthias & Maxime", you'll maybe recognise one scene from there. Besides phrases from the requested prompt list I also used another, quite a known one. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts! Thank you for your patience on this one ♡

Friday was supposed to be for parties or at least for something fun. However, Y/N had her own meaning of fun, and Ashton did not exactly like it.

“You do realise I’m not a plumber?” the guy was lying on a floor, head inside a kitchen counter, where pipes of a sink were. 

“I believe in you,” Y/N smiled, changing a wet towel to a dry one. “Besides, you’re almost done, don’t complain,” she giggled and stepped back, taking a moment to appreciate Ashton’s naked back. “You’re so sweaty.”

“Oh yeah?” he mumbled, puffing loudly, while he was trying to screw the pipe. “Next time you’ll clean it yourself and I’ll look at you.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip, but couldn’t hold a giggle again. The guy was slightly mad and salty, she knew, though, he was just tired. It was a late evening, and Ashton was her lifesaver, as no one agreed to drive at such time and fix the pipe. It wasn’t even a big deal, it just clogged up! Well, perhaps, “just” was a wrong word, as Ash had a hell of a night. A drummer of one of the most popular bands in the world was cleaning a freaking sink…

“You’re the best, Ash,” Y/N said, smiling, and filled a kettle with water before heating it on a stove.

“Hell yeah, I am,” Ash chuckled and carefully stood up, being on all fours at first, as he was afraid to hit his head. That would be a dramatic end of the night, truly. “It should work now,” he sighed and turned on a faucet. The water flowed down easily and finally didn’t end up on the floor. 

“Thank you so much! Really! I’d hug you, but—“

“I’m sweaty, yeah, I got it,” Ash smirked and took his own white shirt on a chair to wipe his body a bit. “I’m gonna take a shower, alright? You better get me something stronger than tea,” he warned, seeing two cups on a table.

“Alright,” the girl chuckled and stood up to check if she had something on a shelf.  

Y/N and Ashton knew each other for a while. In fact, she was a good friend of all four guys from the band. Ash lived closer to her place, so it was rather natural to spend evenings together occasionally. 

Rather quickly the girl reconciled with her romantic feelings towards Ashton. They were just there, for him, it was stupid to deny. However, Ash always treated her like a friend, and Y/N didn’t even dare to make a step or give a little hint. It wasn’t like she suffered from low self-esteem; no, that was in the past. The girl just preferred to call herself a realist. Ashton and Y/N were as if from different worlds. His working schedule was a total mess, his relationships were, maybe, even crazier. Y/N knew if something more had ever happened to them, she could not stand unseriousness. The feelings were too strong, and they’d grow stronger, if they were a thing. It was just smarter to have Ash as a friend to avoid a risk of loosing him eventually.

“Feeling better?” she smiled, when Ashton came back to the kitchen. He wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, and drops of water were still noticeable on his chest. “How is this disease called? When a person leaves a shower without a proper use of a towel?” Y/N smirked, trying not to stare at Ash too much.

“Oh, c’mon, are you shy?” the musician chuckled, and she hated, when he was getting a bit spicy with her.

Y/N only grinned and gave Ashton a glass of Martini, when he set down next to her.

“Well-deserved,” the girl joked.

“Thank you. And yes, I’m feeling better. But do you know how I’d feel even better? If you didn’t call me in the middle of the night to fix your pipe.”

Y/N rolled the eyes, and the guy giggled, quickly leaving a kiss on the cheek. Ash smelled like her showering gel; slight alcohol notes hit the nose, too.

“I’m only joking. You know you can call me any time,” he smiled.

“It’s not that late anyway,” Y/N mumbled, but grinned back. They enjoyed teasing each other, no one was offended there. However, when Ashton’s phone ringed, the girl got slightly upset. Who could call him at twelve p.m.?

“Oh, sorry, I gotta take this,” Ash stood up. “It’s Cassy, I’ll be in a minute.”

“Cassy? Not sure if I know who it is.”

“My girlfriend,” the guy said it so easily as if he just announced the weather forecast for tomorrow. “Oh, shit, I forgot! I met her in a bar a week ago, didn’t I tell you? I’ll be back,” Ash rushed up to the living room.

Y/N’s heart dropped, and a smile was wiped from her face completely. A girlfriend then? Who he met just a week ago? That was new. At that moment the girl started to feel uncomfortable for asking him to come over to help. Perhaps, she wasn’t allowed to do so any longer, as he was in damn relationship. And what kind of friends they were, if Ashton didn’t even tell her such news?

“Sorry,” Ash smiled, coming back to the kitchen quite quickly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Y/N smiled back, making a sip from her glass. “Listen, I didn’t know you were dating someone, I’m sorry I called you–“

“What? No-no, what are you talking about?” he outraged softly. “I told you, you can call whenever you need me.”

“I don’t think it’s right anymore, you have a girlfriend, Ash, you shouldn’t be at my place,” she shook a head, struggling to hide how upset she was. Well, the girl tried, but all her strength was as if drained by the recent news.

“Y/N, we are friends,” Ashton stared at her eyes with his grass green. The phrase was so simple, and yet it hurt so much. The truth was painful. “So, it doesn’t matter. I still can come over and can stay at your place tonight,” he smiled cheerfully, but the girl shook a head again.

“No, I think you should spend the night at your place. It’s not that far from here anyway,” the girl whispered and emptied her glass.

Maybe she wasn’t right. Maybe it was stupid to behave like that and demand Ashton to come back to his place. Y/N wasn’t exactly sad he got a girlfriend – after all, that happened before, too – she was just upset Ash didn’t tell her right away. It seemed he didn’t even plan to. If not the call, who knew for how long the girl would stay oblivious? 

"You can’t skip my birthday party, Y/N," Calum mumbled, sitting on a couch in a music studio the other day. Y/N was sitting next to him, resting a head on a back of the couch. When the girl confessed that she probably wouldn’t be able to attend the party, Cal didn’t even look surprised – it was just out of discussion, she was coming. So, the musician kept his eyes on a phone screen, trying to complete a level in some silly game. "What’s the matter anyway? You don’t want to get me a present, do you?" he chuckled, joking. 

"It’s not that," Y/N sighed and turned her head towards the friend. Ashton wasn’t in the studio that day, and being honest, it was for the best, as their relationship wasn’t great since the guy announced he had a girlfriend. They didn’t talk about it, pretended they were fine, but hung out less – never alone, only with the rest of the band. It was hard to tell what was in Ashton’s mind, and why he just couldn’t tell the truth from the beginning. It had been three weeks, and they still didn’t figure it out. Y/N felt extremely stupid, she needed to let the things go, it wasn’t a big deal anyway. She just couldn’t understand why it still bothered her so much. And was his new girlfriend that special that he didn’t want to introduce to her? It was ridiculous.

"What is it then?" Calum stayed calm, his voice sounded even slightly indifferent, however, Y/N knew he cared. 

The girl hesitated, feeling rather unsure if she needed to raise that topic. Although she was the one who started it, saying she wouldn’t be at Calum’s party, so perhaps, there was no way out.

"Is Ashton’s girlfriend gonna be there?"

"Why would she be there?" Cal finally put the phone away. He was quite amused by the question.

"Well, cause she’s his girlfriend," Y/N chuckled, finding his answer quite annoying.

Calum turned his full body towards the girl and stared at her.

"Wait… He didn’t tell you? They have a contract, it’s a PR relationship."

"What?…" Y/N gasped. When did they end up in that stage of their friendship where Ash stopped telling her anything about his life? The girl felt ashamed. She certainly didn’t enjoy looking stupid in front of Cal, however, the guy knew much more than both of his delusional friends did. 

After being angry for a while, Y/N came to conclusion that she needed to stop thinking about Ashton that much. Clearly, he didn’t care about her or their friendship anymore, so why should she? It all felt quite childish, but the girl was sure that the main kid in their situation was Ash. Even when it was her, who ended up dancing with different guys up all night at Calum’s birthday party, ignoring the friend completely.

"She drives me insane," he growled, staring at Y/N, who was cuddling a random dude and moving her hips to the tempo of music. How wasn’t she still tired?

"To be fair, you did lie about your relationship," Calum chuckled, glancing at the mutual friend and making a sip from his glass.

"I had my reasons," Ash mumbled annoyingly, not being able to take the eyes off her even for a slight second.

"And she has her own," Michael commented, resting a hand on the friend’s shoulder. However, Ash shook it off rashly and hurried up to approach Y/N, when noticed the "dude’s" palm going down her waist.

"Don’t do anything stupid!" Luke begged, but Ashton didn’t hear him.

"Hey, Y/N, I need to talk to you," his whole body was tense. The musician wasn’t looking at the guy and was only staring at Y/N’s eyes.

"We kinda busy, man," the stranger made a step forward, and Ashton placed the hand on his chest quickly, pushing the cause of his bad mood aside. Ash grabbed Y/N’s wrist gently, but persistently, and pulled her from one room to another, where no one could bother them. 

Calum moved to that apartment just recently, so some places were still on renovation, just like the guest room they appeared in. It was almost empty except for few old closets and kitchen counters, which, apparently, were left by the previous owners. It smelled like dust and damp, nothing pleasant. 

"What the hell?" Y/N outraged, once Ashton shut the door behind them. "I was having a good time!"

"Yeah? Well, I had a shitty time!" the guy snapped at her and touched his face with a palm, standing in front of Y/N. "Shit, I… What the hell is going on, really? You’re ignoring me, hanging out with some pricks instead!"

"You don’t answer my questions, why should I answer yours?!" 

"I got jealous, alright?!" Ash spilled out before thinking, and his voice became softer immediately. "And I know, I’m not allowed to be jealous, you aren’t even mine."

The phrase was absurd to Y/N. Wasn’t he the one who had a girlfriend? It didn’t already matter if it was a fake one. The girl set on a counter that was covered with some plastic tape, and shook her head.

"I gave you space, so you could enjoy your relationship, which, by the way, you didn’t even tell me about."

"Fuck," Ashton sighed heavily and touched both Y/N’s hands. "I’m sorry, alright? I just… didn’t want to tell you. Don’t you remember how you reacted that night? You didn’t even allow me to stay at your place!"

"I didn’t allow you, because you hid from me the fact you got a girlfriend at first place!" she outraged and broke the touch. "I don’t care if you have a girlfriend or not, if it’s PR or not, I just want you to be honest with me!"

"Do you? Are you really so indifferent about me having a girlfriend?" unlike Y/N’s, Ashton’s voice was calm.

The girl shoved him in the shoulder and made an attempt to jump off the counter, but her legs happened to be pressed against Ashton’s.

"Answer me," he demanded and touched her palm again.

"Yes, I don’t care," Y/N replied coldly, watching him bending down and leaving small kisses on her fingers. It became hot all of a sudden, and a heart started its race away from the feelings. It was too late to run, though. 

"You’re lying to me," Ash took her second hand and left the kisses on the fingers again.

"I learnt from the best," the girl smirked, but the corners of the lips twitched, when the musician placed his palm on her knee.

"I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to upset you. Do you think I’m so happy about having this fake relationship?" the green eyes pierced hers, while the hand moved from the knee up. He had no shame. 

"I wasn’t upset."

"Stop lying to me," he whispered and brought his face close to hers.

"What are you doing?" the girl didn’t breathe. Y/N also wanted to speak less, being scared to gasp accidentally due to everything what she was experiencing at that moment.

"Proving that you’re wrong," his lips almost touched hers, and the hand was under the skirt, when the girl gathered the remnants of self-control and placed a palm on his lips. 

"Fake one or not, but you have a girlfriend. And these lips that… I maybe dreamt about at nights are kissing someone else," Y/N whispered, looking at her own hand. "I’m not doing this," she looked up at Ash. His pupils were dilated by all the emotions that were rushing through his veins. He wanted nothing but her, to hold Y/N in his arms and to kiss her lips, not… someone else’s.

"I’m sorry," Ashton whispered. "I signed the contract. You know how important the job is for me," his voice was trembling a little, as if he wasn’t sure about his own words.

"No one can force you to do that. Others don’t do it," Y/N was speaking the truth. "And I’m not asking you to cancel the contract because of me. You know I’m not like that," she smirked and took away the hand from his lips, once Ashton stepped back. "Even when I found out you had a girlfriend, you didn’t tell the whole truth. Why?"

Ash smirked and shook his head, looking away.

"It’s stupid."

"The whole situation is stupid, Ashton," Y/N chuckled coldly and jumped off the counter. "So tell me. Why didn’t you tell me it was all fake from the beginning?" she was looking at his eyes, but the guy didn’t look back.

"I wanted to see your reaction."

"Are you satisfied?"

"Y/N…"

"You’re just unbelievable," the girl rolled the eyes and headed to leave the room, but Ash caught her by the waist. "Let me go. I really don’t want to see you now," she tried to hold back the tears.

"Like it or not, I am not leaving you. If you want to go, I’ll go with you," he touched her chin, so Y/N could glance at his eyes. "I know I fucked up. But we’ve been friends for a while, Y/N. And I needed to know…"

"You could just ask me," the girl interrupted. "Do you really think I’d say I didn’t like you?"

Ash laughed shortly and turned his head away.

"What’s so funny?" she outraged.

"What’s funny?" Ash asked and returned his gaze back at Y/N. "I’ve been making hints here and there, and you never reacted!"

"Wait… You’ve been flirting with me?"

"For the past year, but thanks for noticing," Ashton shook his head. "You’re so annoying."

"Well, it’s only your fault it wasn’t clear," Y/N allowed herself a small smile.

"Oh, it’s my fault?!"

"Yes," she giggled.

"Come here," Ash chuckled and began to tickle her sides. "My fault then, huh?"

"Stop!" the girl laughed.

The musician smiled and pressed her head against a shoulder, then hugged Y/N tight.

"I’m sorry, Y/N. I know it was stupid. But… Is there a chance that you’re not too mad at me, and we can go on a date any time soon? I’ll cancel the contract…"

"I’ll think about it."

"You’ll think?!"

The laughter rang out behind the door of the old guest room again. Ashton was not going to let her leave his arms that night, although Y/N wasn’t planning to. They both knew that the hardest part was just ahead, but maybe they could go through it together. After all, there was a chance that the girl was simply mistaken, and they didn’t need to lose each other. To take the risk and actually be together was worth it all. 

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[fanbitchs]

How am i supposed to pretend that i'm alright after have seen them in real life?

[wildflwer-ash]

[calumsbiceps]

luke just being luke

[aussiexlovexaffair]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Roommate!Luke Headcanons ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

- moving in with Luke happened by chance

- he was pretty keen on staying with Liz for longer, but seeing as he was moving away to London to continue making music with the band, he couldn't do that.

- it didn't help that the label he was signed to, though the band was getting popular slowly, didn't have enough money for an apartment for the boys. they could only provide the studio.

- so he started looking online and around bulletin boards of the coffee shops he went to for adverts

- and lucky you— he saw yours ;)

- he didn't catch the name on the sign, just quickly taking one of the numbers from the bottom of the poster

- he reached out very kindly, saying that he was working in the area and he would have a stable-ish source of income

- and you, desperately needing some company and someone to help pay the bills, immediately suggested you get together over coffee to get to know each other better

- but he didn't expect you to be a girl— let alone a hot one.

- "hello, sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I sit with you? i'm waiting for someone." "oh of course, I am too, anyways!" "oh, neat!.. who are you waiting for?" "i'm meeting someone who is looking to room with me." - "....me too." - he just stares silently, blinking every once in awhile until you have to ease the awkward energy in the air, "are you Luke?" - "yEah." he cringes as his voice breaks

- but instead of making fun of him, you giggle at the red creeping up his neck and tell him it's alright

- and suddenly he's starting to think that taking that number was totally worth it. - he totally finds himself texting the boys groupchat after you two meet like "i just met the love of my life and i'm gonna be living with her 0-0"

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚Living with Him˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

- he makes a mess in the shower

- he wasn't a "making potions in the bath" kid but he does make them now with your skincare and haircare products in the shower

- his room is relatively clean, but it gets messy occasionally when he finds himself, like all boys his age, getting lazy

- he likes to split chores up evenly but he will try to convince you to do his

- one of his favorite things to do is jam out with you

- he likes having speakers around the house so no matter what time it is or where in the house you are, you two can listen to music and sing along

- he has stuffed animals given to him by fans all around the house because he can't find it in himself to toss them— and about a hundred get donated to you

- like all of the boys, he can be a bit of a perv

- especially when the boys are around and you walk out of the room because you can hear calum call him out for staring at you as you walk away

- but somehow he never gets yelled at by you because he does that thing when he gets caught making a suggestive joke or gesture when he goes all wide-eyed

- but the minute you do the same thing, he's gone completely red and he's rubbing the back of his neck softly as he tries to wrap his mind around the fact that you did that.

- he thinks about it for the next week at night.

- speaking of which, he's a very peaceful sleeper, but if he's really tired, he sounds like a foghorn

- luke is the type to wash his dishes and do yours too, but if he gets mad at you, trust the next time you go to the sink, all you will find is your own plates left to clean

- he's petty like that— especially when you bring home another person.

- he's got a bit of a temper and his reactions to them are more passive aggressive than straight on— and everything is whispered under his breath

- he'll bring it up over breakfast when he's having his bowl of cheerios, "...'saw some new shoes at the door last night..." "yeah, i brought someone over last night." "they looked cheap." "oh!.."

- and he'll do it to them too.

- and he'll interrogate them if he can.

- "so, d'you got a job?" "ah... no." "looks it."

- if he has a moment alone with them, the side eye he gives is INSANE

- "are you happy in your relationship, y/n?" "uhm.. yeah?" "...huh."

- but he's also incredibly sweet if you ignore his pettiness

- if he doesn't have anywhere to be and you have the night off, he'll insist you two do something

- at first when you suggest facemasks and doing each other's nails, he has an internal battle.

- he likes you, of course, and doesn't want you to see him as girly or like just a best friend, but after a bit of convincing, he's got a strawberry peel-off on his face and he's trying to stop the shaking of his hands as he delicately brushes on nail polish over your nails with a chick flick in the background

- but he's holding your hand, so it isn't that bad :))))

- he cannot cook for his life, but if you need help with something, he'll try his hand at anything

- he nearly burnt the apartment cooking soup at one point and from then on you decided he'd just be reading off the directions and cleaning up

- but he could make a mean mac and cheese, so if you ever get sick, trust he'll be making you some

- he's kinda icked out by sick people, but he ignores it because he's got a thing for you, so he comes into your bedroom with tea and mac and cheese while holding his breath.

- "Luke?" "..mmph?.." "are you holding your breath?" ".....mhm." - he isn't afraid to stand up for you though

- if you go to a bar, he'll insist on coming with you.

- he doesn't want a creep making a move on you when you're intoxicated

- if you get up and dance, he's a little more hesitant to follow you because while he might do it at the apartment, dancing in front of so many people his age seems like social suicide

- but seeing a guy coming up behind you and dancing with you has the most pathetic whine leaving his lips as he drags his hands through his quiff and he finds himself dragging a very intoxicated roommate back to the house

- "you shouldn't flirt with people like that, i don't know why you'd do that really." "but they were cute!" "so am i!" - and now he's gotta stop you from stumbling as he walks you to your room and brushes your teeth for you and helps you change— all the while he's staring at the ceiling and you're making fun of him for it. - but he can't leave you— you're drunk! - so now he's curled up at the foot of the bed, fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, converse and beanie still on, and laying on top of the blankets because he doesn't want you to get the wrong idea when you wake up.

- btw there's an aspirin and a bottle of water on the bedside table— courtesy of Luke Hemmings

[ferrarifinnick]

LET IT FLY! | ASHTON IRWIN, 5SOS DRABBLE

wrote a whole poem for the book he gifts you, and i’m awful at poetry but might have actually crafted a masterpiece (by my awful standards at least hehe). but that’s not here oops. pretend it is, hey? anyway here’s soft and sweet ashy. loving him lately. lmk your thoughts! enjoy <3

based on this request

ashton irwin x fem!reader

99% sfw (tiny masturbation implication)

the days of squishing into ashton’s little tour bus bunk bed were long gone. instead of a privacy curtain, you had four walls and a door when you’d visit him on tour, and sometimes he’s even book you a hotel suite all for yourselves. kitchens, second living rooms, en-suites for rooms only your suitcases would spend the night in.

things were different now. the band was bigger than ever, the music was better than ever, and every show you attended had a bigger crowd than the last.

and you’d know! every few weeks, you’d fly to a new city to meet ashton, and he’d steal every free minute he could just to take you to a coffee shop or a museum. anywhere he could think of, just so he could immerse you in the lifestyle you’d always dreamed of.

“try this one,” he’d say, cash already in the hands of a street vendor, buying yet another local cuisine for you. “this one’s a chimney cake, what do you think?”

he’d kept a long list of your favourites on the notes app in his phone, and he’d always be sure to snap a picture of you taking your first bite. on those late nights in foreign cities, when the time between your next visit stretches too long, he’d scroll through endless pictures of you.

sometimes they made him think of all the time thats passed since he met you. your face changing with time, and yet somehow you only grew more beautiful. sometimes it made him sad, knowing that time couldn’t stand still forever. sad that he could only ever have you for too little. sad that forever was always coming closer.

the days you leave him to fly back to your shared home, he always updates his lock screen to your latest adventure. and suddenly one night, phone in hand and scrolling for the right picture for his lock screen, he realised just how many cities he’s gotten lost in with you. hundreds, and with that came thousands of treasured pictures.

and suddenly an idea hatched.

when you checked in at the next hotel reception, he waited for you in the room. sat on the end of the mattress, next to a little box tied shut with ribbon. at the click of the door, he shot up to meet you, lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the rose petals on the bed.

“eager, are we?” you said, grinning against his lips.

“always,” he said, shutting you up with a kiss and then gently set you down at the foot of the bed. “but i’m more eager for you to open this.”

the box was heavy in your hands and you raised an eyebrow. “i’m not forgetting an anniversary, am i?”

he chuckled. “not ours,” he reassured you, and nodded at the box. “open it.”

you pulled at the ribbons, the pretty red bow slowly sinking into a loose mess of string. the lid eased off the box with your help, and suddenly you were staring at a thick blue book. you lifted it up to compare it with the size of your certainly smaller head, but it was too thick and heavy.

you read the letters on the front of the book. “when i’m away, you’re never far. you’re in my blood, you’re in my heart.”

ashton’s hand found your back, and he turned the pages you couldn’t seem to open.

your tears fell on glossy pictures of your faces, young at first and growing older with every turn of the page. so many moments lost from your memory with time, and suddenly it was all too much.

the book clamped shut. forgotten on the bed as you flung yourself at ashton. caught in the safety of his arms, you let yourself sink into his familiarity and melted against him. part of you wished your skin could fuse with his, and maybe then you’d never be apart again.

“oh, ash,” you sighed into his chest. “how am i ever going to get on that plane again,” you said, running your hands over the dimples in his shoulder blades.

he chuckled and brought you with him as he fell back against the mattress. “let it fly,” he said. “let it fly and stay here with me instead.”

hotel and city hopping with ashton… uhhh yes please ??? dreamy! please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging. love <3

[33-81]

ideal threesome both his hands and my throat

[ventitremarzo-duemilatredici]

my band

<3

[lovesosweeet]

it’s not ketchup; it’s my favorite band.

[hangryhana]

5 sauce🥫

[sephiranjune]

Which Ashton are you today?

[fanbitchs]

This is my roman empire

[storyof5secondsofsummer]

It’s been a week now but mentally I’m still at the 5SOS Show

[calumsbiceps]

Luke Hemmings in 🦋Blue🦋

[aussiexlovexaffair]

first time drinking with bestfriend!mikey words: 1.7k request fill: 🦊 genre: fluff! tw: drinking, your mother becomes the spawn of satan at the end :) and references to cheesy 5sos quotes author's note: i used good girls mv michael for inspo! also 600+ notes and 50 follows!!! yippie!! i love y'all!!! How he managed to sneak a clinking backpack into the house perplexed you more, though. You could hear him coming down the hallway. Before he even got to the door, you swung it open and jerked him into the bedroom, slamming the door behind the boy. “What are you doing?!.. Couldn’t you have wrapped the bottles or something?!...” 

Michael chortled a little at your paranoia. Setting the bag on top of your bed, he casually maneuvers in front of your mirror, ruffling up his bleached blond hair. “That’s too much workkkk…” He mumbles in concentration. “Besides, I got them in here— didn’t I?” His eyes meet yours through the mirror.

“Yeah, but what if they found them?” You stress, crossing your arms as you sit beside the bag. “I’d be grounded for life. Forever.”

“I’d still come over. We’d have our own fun here— no need to go out.” He retorts quickly. “They’d ban you from seeing me. No more Michael.”

“No more Michael?” You shake your head softly, your lips pulled tight in a grimace. “No more Michael...” Licking the tip of his finger and smudging the eyeliner coating his water line, he pouts. “Guess I should be more careful then.” The blond glances over to you through glassy eyes. “I don’t want that.” “Neither do I.” Your hands work at the zipper of the backpack until it gives. The beer bottles were laying at the bottom of the bag, disturbed from the walk over. Tossing one to him, you grab one for yourself and open it with the bottle opener he packed. “Have you ever drank?” He shrugs, “I’ve had goon with friends back home, but nothing else.” He gives you a side eye when he hears you laugh. “What are you laughing at?” He whines into the bottle as he takes a swig.

“What is goon?” You cackle out through gasped breaths. He smiles mischievously. 

“A philosophy.” Michael scoffs like the term is commonplace. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you back to Aus with me for the holidays and show you.” Your eyes trail down to the drink in your hand. You swirl it around and raise it to your nose to smell it. “You’ve never drank before? Like ever?” He’s given a head shake as a response.

“I haven’t had the chance to.” Pausing, you lift the beer to your lips and take an experimental sip. Michael leans in expectantly, waiting for your reaction. Your face scrunches up in distaste. “Eugh!” He giggles and recoils along with you as you reel back at the flavor. 

“It’s not that bad. You’re being dramatic.” He shoves your shoulder gently. He takes another drink for himself from your bottle. “I think it’s pretty great. But if you don’t like it, I got other stuff in the bag.” Peering into the pouch, you see two other types of alcohol: Smirnoff and Jack. You couldn’t complain though, you weren’t picky and you couldn’t be in your position. 

“What’s this one?” You raise the bottle of clear liquid to his eyes. 

“Vodka. It’s green apple flavored, though.” He answers as he raises his beer to his lips once again. You couldn’t imagine how he actually liked it— it was bitter and bland.

“Lemme try it.” He nods and takes tiny plastic cups out of his bag, setting them on your bedside table and unscrewing the cap of the vodka. He pours a bit into the red cup until it reaches the brim. “I can’t just drink it like beer?” He snickers, reeling back to look at you over his shoulder. “No, dipshit, you take shots.” Rolling your eyes at him, you slap him on the back. He keels over and collapses to the floor dramatically. 

“Fine, then you have to take a shot with me.” Shrugging, he pours another and hands it to you. He gives you a sly smile, excited to be experiencing this with you. “Bottoms up.” He knocks back the drink in tandem with you and instantly, you both are covering your mouths. The flavor didn’t dull the rubbing alcohol taste of the drink. “Holy fuck, that is awful!” You shake your head and cough. “No way. I’m not drinking if all of that shit tastes like that.” You toss the plastic cup into your trash can under your desk. “Uh— no way. You have to drink with me. You can’t just watch! We’re gettin’ legless, remember?” Crossing his arms, he travels back to his beer bottle and chases it down to remove the flavor. “Ugh.. fine.. But no more of that stuff. I’ll try the whiskey.” The cap on the Jack Daniels unscrews easily and after about half an hour, the both of you were a few drinks in. Being new to the feeling, it was hitting you both much harder than you anticipated. “Wanna do body shots?” Michael suggests cheekily, holding a plastic shot glass out for you. You giggle and nod, placing it wedged between your chest. Admittedly, you had to press your elbows together to keep the cup in place, but you were too wasted to care about being insecure and he was too drunk to even consider judging. Stooping over your body, he wraps his lips around the cup and throws his head back, wincing at the taste. 

“Shit— that was hot!” His tongue pokes out at the comment you make. Meanwhile, he grabs the bottle of Jack by the neck and nods towards the bed. 

“Lay down, I wanna pour a shot into your mouth.” His nose crinkles up as he suppresses loud giggles. 

“No way, you’ll waterboard me!” Your hands wave to signal you wouldn’t be trying that, but he raises his eyebrow and cocks his head to the side. “I mean— it would be pretty coolllll…” His eyes dance around the room coyly until you relent and lay down, your head at the edge of the bed. Quickly, he climbs onto the mattress beside you and taps the side of your face. “Open up.” You shake your head, barely containing your laughter. “C’monnn!.. Open uppp!...” He repeats. You both can barely look at each other without cracking smiles. Your lips part and you stare up at him playfully. “Just like— don’t die.” With knitted eyebrows, only a noise of concern leaves you before the liquid floods your mouth and he’s wiping the lip of the bottle on your lip. “Swallow.” He commands, using his free hand to close your jaw. You obey him without a question, nearly hacking up a lung when it almost slides down the wrong pipe. “Didn’t know you rolled like that.” You wheeze out as you catch your breath. His index finger collides with your ribcage. Poking you repeatedly, he laughs loudly at the dirty innuendo. “You’re dirty when you drink!” He shimmies his shoulder forward, his hand batting at your shoulder. “Well you’re dirty when you’re sober.” With a huff, his jaw unhinges childishly and he tackles you after letting the bottle rest on your nightstand. You squirm under his grasps, Michael’s slender fingers finding your most ticklish spots.

You needed to retaliate. 

Grabbing him by the shoulders, you sling yourself over until you’re straddling his lap, jamming your fingers in the crook of his neck. He lets out a girly squeal that immediately ceases your activities. A snort coming from you follows the silence and he covers his red face. His laughter was filled with an embarrassed tone. “I don’t know what the hell that was.” His hands raise to cover his face, but you quickly grab his wrists to stop him. “You sounded— you sounded like me!” You hound through drunken cackles. Taking the opportunity, he flips you back over onto your back and crawls on top of you, holding you in place by your shoulders. Your laughter dies down after a bit and the tension in the air suddenly becomes very apparent. Your eyes travel down to his rosy lips and his graze over your figure underneath his. Leaning in, he tilts his head to the side and dips down.

But then the floorboards outside of your door creak. The hallway light flickers on, the brightness shining through the crevice underneath. 

And of course, just your luck, the door swings open slowly before you and Michael have any time to untangle your limbs or hide the half-empty bottles. Your mother stands in the doorway. She makes direct eye contact with Michael, who is still pinning you down and lined up perfectly to kiss you. Faking a friendly smile, she takes a deep, shuddering breath in and closes her eyes. “Michael Clifford…. get off of my daughter.” Her eyes open and he can see the fire in her eyes.

Dear God. He scrambles up, clearing his throat and shoving a pillow over his lap. It was like all of the alcohol had been washed from his system. “Yep— won’t happen again, Ma’am. I’ll—uhm— I think I’ll take the couch.” He stands up and stumbles towards the door, glancing over his shoulder to watch you as he leaves. She places a gentle hand on his lower back and directs him towards the staircase, staring daggers into his back. 

“I think so too.” She grits out, her head shooting over to glare at you. “I’ll deal with you in the morning.” Narrowing her eyes, she follows the boy down the stairs, leaving you laying in silence surrounded by the bottles of alcohol. Your arms awkwardly tuck under the comforter beside you and you listen to the sound of your mother, who had been given permission by Michael’s mother to discipline him if he needed it, chewing him out for his behavior. And then you heard her footsteps returning upstairs and heading towards your bedroom again. When she showed her face again, the shadows casting an evil presence over her face and her eyes fuming with the fires of hell, she didn’t need to speak a word before you knew your fate. 

You were grounded for life.