#ashton irwin x oc!female
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New Beginnings
A/N: Temporarily back from the dead. Miss me? This was originally a collaboration I was co-writing with @simpracha (love you!) that is now seeing the light of day. So enjoy! Or don't.
Summary: Avery Ryan wanted three things from life— love, her career, and to feel like she wasn't ever sacrificing one for the sake of the other. But was that even possible?
Word Count: 6.5K
Part 1
The two women were hunkered down in the studio room, racing against the clock. Avery’s notes were hard to decipher between the hastily scrawled words, and pen marks scratching out idea after idea. She imagined Ajani’s notebook was in a similar state and loosed a sigh as she reached for her phone. Maybe there was a voice recording that could be of use. Avery opened the message from her mother first, though.
Have you seen this?
Curious, Avery clicked on the link her mother sent her. And immediately wished she hadn’t as the link sent her to Drew’s Instagram page and his engagement announcement. Avery felt her heart crack and then drop. Panic made her chest tighten and her ears starting buzzing.
“Ace, you got anything?” Ajani asked, not looking up from her own notebook. After a beat of silence, Ajani spoke up again. “Ace?”
Ajani’s question was met with more silence as Avery fought to remember how to breathe.
“Avery!” Ajani snapped, reaching out her foot to nudge Avery’s leg.
The kick jarred Avery back into reality. “What?!” she screeched, her phone tumbling out of her hands. Avery scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground, shooting Ajani a glare in the process. “What?” she asked again in a clipped tone.
“I asked if you had anything,” Ajani repeated, at last raising her gaze to look over at Avery. “I don’t want the guys to get here and have nothing to show them.”
“Right, yeah. The guys.” Avery gave a small shake of her head, letting out an equally small sigh. Originally, when management had first pitched the idea of Lucky Mess collaborating and co-headlining a tour with 5SOS, it had sounded like a dream come true. Only now the first meeting to begin collaboration was scheduled to take place in a manner of minutes, her and Ajani had exactly zero ideas, and Avery couldn’t tear her eyes away from her phone screen that bore the content of her literal nightmare.
Ajani frowned, shifting to sit more upright. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Avery dismissed. “Just mad I don’t have any ideas. You got anything?”
Ajani’s frown deepened at the lie. The two women had been friends and bandmates for eight years. They knew each other better than they knew themselves. Which meant Ajani could spot when Avery was lying from a mile away. “What’s really going on?”
“That fucker…” Avery muttered bitterly, tossing her notebook and phone aside, and reaching for her guitar. Maybe she could create a melody that she could put words to later once she found them. If she found them.
“Uh-oh… what did Drew do now?” Ajani asked, knowing exactly who Avery was talking about.
“He’s engaged.” Avery felt bile rise in her throat at the word. Drew. Engaged. To the girl he had left Avery for…
“He’s what?!”
“Yup…”
“Oh, Ace…” she mumbled sadly.
Avery held out her hand to stop Ajani from wrapping her in a hug. The only comfort Avery wanted was from a hole six feet deep that would swallow her whole. “Nope,” she chuckled dangerously, the panic attack starting to take over again. “Nuh-uh. Don’t do that.”
“Was it to her?”
“Mhm…”
“That fucker…”
“Mhm…” Avery scanned the room as she fell further into the panic attack. She needed to get out of this room. Was it hot in here? How come Ajani didn’t look hot? She pulled at the collar of her top, the room spinning. “I… I need some fresh air. T-text me when they get here.”
“Yeah, I got it. Do what you gotta do, Ace.”
Avery just needed to get outside. She could break down in her car. She just had to make it there first.
It hadn’t been all that long ago that Avery had thought Drew was everything she would ever want and need. Textbook childhood friends who had grown up across the street from each other, lost touch when Drew had moved, and reconnected in their later lives.
While Avery hadn’t been naive enough to expect a whirlwind romance that resulted in a young marriage and happily ever after, she had still thought that marriage would come in time. And Drew had never given her any reason to doubt that reality. A reality where they would never want anyone else. You didn’t plan a future with someone unless you were serious, right? Wrong. So, fucking wrong.
The ending had been a slow build she had refused to acknowledge. Petty fights that seemed solvable until they progressed to accusations of Avery’s loyalty. Accusations that Avery didn’t realize were a projection until it was too late.
And now Drew was engaged to the girl he had left her for. Giving Madison the life he had had once promised to Avery. And suddenly it didn’t matter that Avery and Drew had been broken up for almost three years, as wounds that had once been closed ripped open. The pain was new and raw as Avery felt the future she always thought she would have with Drew slipping away for the second time.
She wasn’t sure if she was going to cry, scream, or vomit. Maybe she would do all at once. She needed air. Outside. Get outside.
“Whoa!” Avery let out, skidding to a halt before she collided into the back of a very large man who was blocking her only exit out of the studio. “You, uh… wanna maybe not block the hallway? Or I dunno… shrink to the size of a normal human?” The questions were sharp, as that wild and untamed panic swirling inside her came out as unfiltered rage on an unsuspecting— and undeserving— victim. And while bracing her hand on the wall as the man turned might have seemed to be part of her fiery demeanor, it was actually to keep herself upright as new panic seized her. Oh shit.
“I’m sorry?” Ashton asked, amusement lacing his tone. He looked down at the woman who stood there, arm braced defiantly against the wall. There was a dusting of freckles along her nose and cheeks, and her red hair curled slightly where it stopped at the top of her shoulders. He saw the hint of a tattoo peeping out of her navy-blue tank top decorated with sunflowers, but it was covered enough to where he couldn’t fully make out what it was. If he allowed his eyes to travel further down, he would have found a pair of denim shorts hugging her tightly and showing off slim and tanned legs, and a pair of all-white Chucks on her feet. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on hers— a tantalizing green— and her lips— the most perfect shade of reddish pink.
“I said excuse me,” Avery choked out. “Please,” she added as an afterthought.
A smirk was on his perfect lips as he continued to study Avery much in the way she was studying him. Her study concluded that everything about him was perfect. From the way his black jeans covered his perfect thighs, and the sleeves of his t-shirt hugged his biceps, like the fabric would rip at the slightest flex; to the way those two perfect strands of soft brown curls framed his forehead. And those eyes… Fuck, she could drown in those soft shades of green and glittering gold.
“You okay there, sweetheart?” he asked, the amused tone giving way to concern as his smirk dropped, the dimple in his cheek disappearing.
Do not drown. Do not giggle like a schoolgirl. Avery forced a smile. “Was just uh… getting some… coffee! Yeah, coffee.”
“Coffee’s always good right before a writing session. I’m Ashton, by the way.” He extended one large hand towards her.
“Avery,” she smiled, much more willingly. She gripped his hand in hers, giving it a firm shake, and wondered if the bolt of electricity that coursed through her was imagined or not. And when they unclasped hands, her heartbeat felt calmer, steadier.
Ashton noted the dimple that appeared in Avery’s right cheek. He also noted the way her eyes crinkled in the corners with her smile that felt much more genuine the second time around. “Avery… Avery…” his fingers snapped as he thought, her name familiar to him somehow. “Oh! Lucky Mess!” he realized, cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment. Ashton had been doing his best to familiarize himself with Lucky Mess in the past few weeks, but regrettably still could not differentiate the women enough to know them by name or sight.
“Yes. I’m Avery. Drummer and occasional guitarist and vocalist of Lucky Mess. And you’re Ashton Irwin, drummer of 5SOS.” She spoke the words with a slow playfulness.
He chuckled nervously, his cheeks heating up even more. Ashton rubbed at the back of his neck. “I bet I look like a terrible co-headliner right now…”
“No more than I do slamming into you in the hallway,” she laughed, a small but full sound. “AJ’s in room 3,” Avery pointed vaguely in the direction she had come from. “And uh, I’m gonna go grab that coffee. Did you want one?” she offered.
“That’d be great actually.”
“Cool.” Her teeth nipped into her bottom lip. “Cool. I’m, uh… I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll see you in there,” Ashton said, side-stepping out of her way so she could get by. He chuckled to himself, as Avery practically skipped off down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen area.
“What’s got you smiling that big for?” Calum asked as he came down the hall from the other way Avery had gone.
Ashton felt more warmness spread through his cheeks. “I, uh… nothing.”
Calum quirked an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Nothing. Sure. Whatever you say, big fella.”
“I just ran into one of the girls from Lucky Mess. Well, she ran into me. But, uh, yeah.”
“AJ or Avery?”
“Avery,” Ashton grinned, enjoying the way her name felt on his tongue.
“You do know that you just grinned bigger when you said her name right?”
Ashton forced his face to take on what he hoped was a more neutral, natural looking expression. “Did I?”
Calum sighed and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, Ash?”
“What?”
“We haven’t even started working with them, and you’re already grinning like an idiot? Dude… reel it in.”
“Cal, do you ever just get a feeling about someone?”
“You get a lot of feelings about a lot of people, Ash.”
“No. This is… different.”
“And you say that every time, mate.”
“No!” Ashton made a low noise in his throat, trying to find the words to get his point across. “It’s like… every time I meet a girl, it’s shy, high-pitched giggles, and pounding heartbeats.”
“That’s cuz you’re a rockstar. We, uh… have that effect on girls apparently.”
“Okay, but that didn’t happen.”
“Well, what did happen?”
So, Ashton told him all about the woman with eyes so green it was like a new shade had been invented just for her, and how instead of making him feel like he was falling, she made him feel like his feet were touching solid ground for the first time.
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Avery used the distraction of making coffee to calm down her body. From the news of Drew. From colliding into Ashton. From everything swirling inside her.
As the coffee dripped into the pot, Avery started humming nonsense hoping the nonsense would turn into words. Anything to try and make sense of the storm in her head. That was what she loved most about being a musician— the therapeutic process of channeling her emotions into music and turning whatever it was she was going through into something others could relate to.
She poured the coffee into mugs, setting the pot in the sink. She then grabbed as much creamer and sugar as she could hold in her hands.
As she made her way back to room three, she could hear more voices than just Ashton and Ajani’s. Great… Everyone else was here and she only had two coffees. She steeled herself, refusing to feel guilty. She wasn’t a fucking waitress. And she hadn’t even planned on getting coffee. The idea had just blurted out of her standing in front of Ashton. And to show up without coffee after 1.) saying that’s what she was doing and 2.) offering to get him one would raise more questions that she was in no mood to deal with.
She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.
“Hey guys!” she greeted warmly as she pushed her way into the room.
Ajani’s eyebrows shot up, curious about her bandmate’s sudden change in demeanor. “Hey… Ace… How was that fresh air?” she asked, gazing at the cups in Avery’s hands.
“Too soon to tell,” Avery answered honestly. “Ash, this is…” Avery started, turning her attention to Ashton, and holding out one of the coffee cups to him. But as he moved to take it, she moved her hand back, offering him the other cup.
He paused, watching as she worked out which cup she wanted to offer him. Which didn’t matter in the slightest because they looked to be identical. Until she took a huge lick of one of the cups and passed him the non-licked one. “This one’s yours,” she finally decided.
Ashton let out a large laugh that turned into a boyish giggle, as he took the cup. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
The other four people in the room watched the exchange, wondering if their respective bandmates had lost their damn mind.
Avery wasn’t entirely sure about Ashton losing his, but she was certain she was losing hers the more she held Ashton’s gaze and listened to that infectious giggle.
She took a slow sip of her coffee, wincing at the taste. She had forgotten about the creamer and sugar in her hands. So, she busied herself with dumping the packets of creamer and sugar into her cup, taking the moment to compose herself. “Um, hi. I’m Avery,” she addressed Calum, Luke, and Michael specifically, putting the mug off to the side. “Nice to officially meet you. Do you guys have any lyrics, or music to work with?” she went on to ask, getting down to business.
“Nope. Not a one. Nada. Sorry,” all four men answered while Ajani rolled her eyes.
“So would anyone mind if I tried something?” Avery offered, moving about the room to grab her guitar.
Ajani perked up. “You got something?!”
“I think so.”
“Dazzle me, Ace,” Ajani encouraged, sitting more upright, excited to hear what Avery had come up with.
Avery was also curious about what she would come up with as she started strumming a soft guitar riff. She started humming the same tune she had been humming in the kitchen, her voice growing louder as the humming turned to words.
It’s so hard to watch everything I want,
Everything I was,
Spinning down the drain.
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The writing session quickly disbanded after Avery’s simplistic, but promising intro, everyone hell-bent on coming back together tomorrow with something workable. And after trying to come up with something more complex than an intro beat himself and getting distracted by thinking about her smile and the way it lit up her entire face, Ashton finally packed up for the day.
For a reason he couldn’t explain, he wandered into the kitchen. Ashton wasn’t sure what he expected, but Ajani leaned against the counter, eating yogurt wouldn’t have made the list. Well… since she was here…
“Hey, AJ, right?” Ashton asked, and immediately cursed himself for asking something so profoundly stupid.
“Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?” She took a scoop of her yogurt, an eyebrow cocked as she waited for Ashton to ask, no doubt, another stupid question.
Ashton smiled and let out a nervous chuckle. “So, um, Avery, right?” He rubbed at the back of his neck, kicking himself for not being able to say the words he wanted to say.
“Avery is not me. I thought we established I’m AJ?”
“No, um, fuck,” He groaned, his hand moving from his neck to wipe down his face. “Is she… you know?”
“I know,” Ajani laughed, putting her spoon back in the yogurt cup, “She is my best friend.” She had a good idea she knew what Ashton was getting at. She would have had to be blind to not see the way he acted so enamored around Avery. But watching the man sweat was amusing, and a little humbling. Ashton Irwin with a crush? How adorably normal.
“Fuck, why is this so hard?” Ashton asked no one in particular.
“I don’t know why it's hard, you tell me.”
The drummer scowled. Any other day he could match Ajani sassy comment for sassy comment. But damn it, he just wanted a clear answer to the unclear but obvious question he was asking. “You’re a little shithead, huh?”
“That’s what they call me in bed,” Ajani laughed again. Then, she nodded her head seriously, growing bored of teasing Ashton. “She is single, yes.”
“Thank you,” Ashton smiled gratefully. “I’ll uh…”
“Run to catch her before she leaves?”
“Yeah, that! Thanks again. Have a good night.” He moved for the door, hoping he didn’t appear too eager.
“Oh, but Ash?” Ajani called out, needing to do right by Avery by making Ashton aware of the situation with Drew.
“Yeah?”
“Be good to her.” The warning fell flat, and a better explanation was on Ajani’s lips, but Ashton was already dashing out the door, with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“Otherwise, you’ll put me six feet under like the good friend you are. Got it. Thanks!” he called out over his shoulder.
He was halfway to the parking lot when a soft whistle filtered down the hall then a “Oh hey! Just the man I wanted to see.”
“I’m not blocking your way again, am I?” Ashton teased.
Avery gave a small laugh as pink dusted her cheeks. “No. And I should apologize for that. It’s been…” her voice trailed off as she grappled with how much to share with him. “Well, it’s been a day.”
“A good one, I hope.”
“It had its moments,” she answered as truthfully as she could. “Anyway. I’m glad I caught you. Because it might be in my best interest to have your number.”
“That just might be the smoothest way I’ve ever had someone ask for my number before,” he attempted to flirt as he reached into his back pocket for his phone.
Her eyes widened for a split second. “I only meant… Because we’re going to be working together. It just makes sense.”
“Oh, of course,” Ashton nodded, trading his phone for hers, noting her home screen that pictured an all-black cat lounging lazily in a windowsill. And maybe Ajani had just been fucking with him. And maybe Avery wasn’t the type to plaster her love life on her phone screen. But his shoulders sagged with relief anyway. “Just good business.”
“Speaking of,” she laughed, her hand patting his chest softly. “I should be off. See if I can’t make us a hit song overnight.”
“Yeah, I was heading out myself. Walk you to your car?”
Her eyes danced, and it took all of Ashton’s willpower not to kiss those perfectly pink lips as she grinned up at him. “Oh, a gentleman are we, Mr. Irwin?”
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Avery spent most of the night replaying everything with Drew over in her head. The way he had replaced her so easily, taking all their memories and promises with him. How it had her taken months to find the ability to go anywhere besides the studio, processing her emotions through music as best she could. How her dating life the past three years had only been distractions, because keeping her walls up was the only way to ensure she wouldn’t get hurt again. Because she would never allow herself to get so wrapped up into someone again.
But she hadn’t had a distraction in a while. Not since their manager had dropped the news of the collaboration and impending co-headlining tour with 5SOS. The distraction of work was far more satisfying and less likely to end in someone getting hurt. But she was healing. Moving forward as best she could. Or at least she thought she was until she saw that cursed engagement announcement. Undeniable confirmation that the chance of Drew ever coming groveling back was officially closed.
But then she had— quite literally— crashed into Ashton. And sure, him being pleasant with her could be chalked up to the fact that they were facing months being in each other’s business, so it was for the best they got along. And sure, maybe he just had a charming personality that made it feel like he was flirting when he actually wasn’t. Maybe he was just a decent human being. But there was no denying the way he stilled her in a way that Avery had only been able to find through music. And that itself was terrifying to confront.
And that’s how she found herself in the studio the following morning. She sat quietly, strumming a soft acoustic riff, waiting for the words that would help her make sense of everything to find her.
I guess what they say is true.
That nothing really is what it seems.
Cuz, I miss the hope that I used to have.
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When they had all gone their separate ways last night, they hadn’t agreed on a meeting time. So, Ashton was pleasantly surprised when he pulled up to the studio and only Avery’s car was in the parking lot.
While he was excited to be working on a new song with Lucky Mess and go on tour, he was equally— if not more— excited about the prospect of spending more time with Avery in particular. He knew there was more to it than his hopeless romantic tendencies taking root, too. Something about him and Avery felt so… effortless. New and exciting, but also comforting.
Ashton could hear the soft music pouring out of the room as he approached, a tray of coffees, and a grocery bag in his hands. The singing grew louder as he pushed his way inside the room.
I fell so far, and I don’t know how.
But I think I miss it. God, I miss it.
Oh, I miss it, really miss it now.
“Whoa…” was all Ashton could think of to say.
Avery’s head snapped up, not having heard anyone walk in. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” She set her guitar aside and rose to her feet. “Need help with that?” she asked, gesturing to the tray of coffees and the grocery bag still in Ashton’s hands.
“Nah, I got it,” Ashton said, setting everything down on the little table in the middle of the room. “Just some coffee and muffins, so please, help yourself.”
“That’s sweet of you to grab everyone breakfast. Thank you.” Her hand hovered over the tray of coffees. “Is there a specific one I should grab?”
“Nah, they’re all the same. There’s cream and sugar in the bag with the muffins. And if you don’t like the coffee, don’t feel bad.”
“Why wouldn’t I like the coffee?” she asked, grabbing one of the cups and popping the lid.
“I know some people are picky about their blends. But I’m not. And I can easily drink all of these on my own so it’s not gonna go to waste or anything.”
“Well, here’s the thing,” she said as she pulled out a fistful of creams and sugars, ripping them open and dumping them into the coffee. “1.) put in enough creamer and sugar and it all tastes the same. And 2.)” She paused as she licked the entire rim of her coffee cup, a smirk gracing her lips, “you can’t have this one. It’s mine. I even licked it.”
Ashton let out a loud laugh, as he reached in the bag to pull out two muffins. “Gonna lick this one too?” he joked as he handed her one.
“How else am I going to mark it as mine?” she joked back, swiping a pink tongue across the top of the muffin. “Sharpie leaves a weird taste, you know?”
Again, Ashton laughed, enjoying the way her eyes danced and swirled with playful trouble. Effortless. But an alarm of warning went off in his head. Ajani’s warning that he had brushed past without thinking too much about it. Maybe there was more to it than friends looking out for each other. And between the songs Avery had been playing, and how if he looked closely, she always looked a little frazzled… Maybe he was reading too much out of a situation that wasn’t actually real. Maybe his hopeless romantic brain was losing control. And while Avery seemed too sweet to ever use anyone for her own gain, Ashton had also known a few girls who never intended to hurt him but did so anyway in the end. And honestly, that hurt worse than being used. He cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortable. “So, the song you were playing?” he asked. “Was it part of what you showed us yesterday, or something different.”
“Something different. Or so I think. They’re both dealing with this idea of reflection, just in a different way.”
“Done a lot of reflecting lately?”
She laughed, but it sounded off. Like she was somehow sad. Haunted by whatever it was she was reflecting on. “Yeah, you could say that. It’s uh… all a smidge complicated.”
“How so? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Avery’s teeth nipped into her bottom lip as she thought about what to tell him. Decided how much of herself was safe to give away. “Well let’s just say there was this guy. We’ve been broken up for a few years now. And I’ve dated here and there, both before and after him. But he was the only serious relationship I’ve had. And yesterday he got engaged to the girl he left me for.”
Ashton let out a low whistle. “Shit… that’s gotta sting.”
“Yeah.” The word fell flat. Not necessarily sad, or even angry. Disappointed reality. “So, the song I was playing around with yesterday is reflective of this idea of seeing someone you once loved living out that life you both planned for with someone else.”
“And the other song? The one you were just playing?”
“That internal struggle of not being where you thought you would be. Like in some regards my life panned out perfectly. But in other ways it hasn’t. I’m not even close to achieving some goals I thought I would have by now. But to give voice to those disappointments comes across as complaining because on the surface I have so much. So sometimes I just miss who I was back at the start before it all.”
Ashton blew out a huff of air. “Ain’t that the truth. Where did you think you’d be by now?”
Avery paused, and Ashton was ready to backpedal his question. Apologize for asking too many questions. Offer her an out. But instead, she flashed him a shy smile, and held out her pinky finger. “Promise me you won’t laugh?”
He wrapped his pinky around hers. “Only if you won’t laugh at mine.”
Avery’s smile grew. “I always thought that I would have a family by now. Like one of my own, you know? I’ve always wanted this,” she gestured about the room. “But I also thought by now I would have someone to come home to. A spouse. Some kids.” She sighed, her smile faltering. “And I get how that’s off-putting to people. How people I date wouldn’t want to put their trust in me to have a traditional life with when I have such a demanding job. And I’ll admit that I’m picky about who I date because of those factors as well. But the only time I trusted someone well enough to be serious with… He let me down in all the ways that mattered. And he blamed my life — my career — for his mistakes, like the blame was on me. And that’s time I’ll never get back. Years that put me behind the curve of falling in line to societal pressures. And I know it’s silly. I know that I need to focus on what I have and trust everything will play out how it's meant to. But it’s hard not to feel like I lost out on something in the process. That I’m not fully myself because I don’t have what I thought I would by now. Should have by now.”
Ashton swallowed thickly as he nodded. “I get it. The idea of balancing a more traditional life with the one we find ourselves in… It’s a lot for most people. And there’s always going to be some risk with giving your heart to someone. So, you just gotta find someone worth that risk and hope they think the same.”
“Which is what everyone says,” Avery laughed half-heartedly. “Ugh. Sorry. I appreciate you trying to help. It just sucks. Like I was moved on. I let him go. I let the pain go. And now all that time spent making myself better… It’s pathetic is what it is. Pathetic that after all this time he still has the power to make me feel like I lost so much time.”
“I think that makes you human, not pathetic,” Ashton said, sympathetically, resting a large hand on her thigh. He was about to offer up more words of comfort and validation when he paused, his eyes lighting up with an idea. “Actually, that gives me an idea for our song.”
“Really?” Avery brightened, sitting up straighter.
“Yes!” he said, rising to his feet and going to the keyboard. “I was messing with a rhythm to pair with that riff you were playing,” he explained, gesturing for her to join him.
Quickly she started playing the soft chord progression from yesterday, and Ashton overlayed the sound with a soft electronic kick beat on the keyboard. Then, ever so quietly:
I know it takes time to let go.
But I can’t take it no more.
Can I make up for lost time?
As he stopped singing, they both stopped playing, the silence crashing around them. Ashton coughed, uncomfortable and shy. “So, I know it’s not much, and I’m not sure where it will fit exactly. But… yeah…”
“Tell the critic to take the day off, Ash. That was beautiful,” Avery told him, her voice full of marvel.
“Thanks,” he murmured, ducking his head to hide his blush.
“I’m serious. Don’t doubt your abilities.” The words were both permission and promise. Permission to let down his guard with her. And promise that she would keep safe whatever vulnerabilities he dared share with her.
Taking a page from her book, Ashton held out his pinky finger to her. “Don’t doubt yours.”
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“Anybody ever tell you that you make it hard to focus?” Ashton asked, looking over at Avery. He had invited everyone over for a pool party of sorts to celebrate the song being finished just in time for tour next week. Well, technically Calum had, and he had made a nice little typo in the message to Avery, sending her a time that started before everyone else’s. Ashton had been about to tear his Calum’s head off for meddling in something that wasn’t any of his business to meddle in, but when Ashton’s phone had pinged with Avery’s message saying that she couldn’t wait, suddenly Ashton was grateful for the idea of having two uninterrupted hours with her before everyone else showed up.
Grateful, and easily distracted. And she wasn’t even doing anything to purposely cause a distraction. Upon realizing she was the first to arrive, she had set up space on a lounge chair, pulling a notebook and pen out of her bag. And she had stayed that way while he tried to busy himself with a little bit of yoga.
Ashton would have blamed the silence for his lack of focus, except that the silence was quite comfortable. Each of them lost in their own world as they shared the same space of his back patio. But every time his eyes caught a glimpse of her swimming top peeking out of her tank top, Ashton’s mind drifted to what she looked like in it without the extra clothes in the way. He found himself jealous of the way her shorts hugged her small frame, showing off her slim and long tanned legs, and the pink lipstick that kissed her lips the way he wanted to. And it was like it got a little easier to breathe every time she looked his way and flashed that little shy smile of hers. Like now. “Sorry, am I humming out loud?” Avery asked, looking over at him.
Ashton quickly shook his head. “No, you’re just…” He took a steadying breath, before pushing into his next yoga pose, as he figured out what next to say. “I feel like I’m being a bad host and you’re secretly bored out of your skull. You can start swimming if you want. Or help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I don’t know what’s taking everyone else so long, but they should be here soon,” he half-lied.
“You’re not a bad host,” she laughed. “And I’m not bored. I’m working.” Her pen tapped against the spirals of her notebook. “Trying to finish this damn song.”
“The ‘oh I miss it, really miss it now?’ one?” Ashton remembered. “Mmm, I liked that one.”
“Mhm, me too,” she said somewhat absentmindedly as she looked over what she had written down. She hummed quietly to herself, then her eyes lit up and she wrote in a fast blur. “Yes!” she cheered to herself, flipping the notebook closed and setting it aside. “Alright. Think I’m gonna take that swim now. Wanna join me?” she asked as she started rifling through her bag for sunscreen.
“Gonna finish this up first,” Ashton said, gesturing to the yoga mat.
“Hmm… good idea.” She rose from the chair and came over to where Ashton was. “Can you show me what you were doing?”
“You do yoga?” Ashton asked, stunned.
“Every day since I was eight. Helped with gymnastics.”
Ashton choked on his next breath, stemming the thoughts starting to run through his mind. This woman was gonna be the end of him. And he was gonna enjoy every second of it.
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“There you are!” Avery said, when Ajani finally showed up to Ashton’s. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”
“Oh, yeah. Looks like you were completely torn up about it,” Ajani laughed at her friend.
“Shut up and get in the pool, already,” Avery laughed with her, continuing to float lazily on the raft in Ashton’s pool. “Oh! But bring me a drink first, yeah?”
“One water coming up,” Ajani said as she crouched at the cooler on the deck.
“You’re the best AJ!” Avery shouted her thanks.
“There’s other stuff to drink besides water,” Ashton pointed out, resting his foot on the cooler for emphasis.
Avery looked over at the man; his trunks were already dry as he had gotten out of the pool when Crystal and Michael had arrived to help Michael set up his DJing equipment. Her fingers itched to mark up his perfect back, and trace every inked line etched upon his soft skin. By the time he finished helping Michael, Calum, Luke, and Sierra, along with a few others Avery couldn't put names to, had shown up and he had snapped into full host mode. But Avery was fine with that. The whole point of this afternoon was for them to celebrate, not just her hanging out with Ashton. Although she certainly hadn’t been minding the latter; just the two of them spending a lazy day out in the sun like they had been doing it every day of their lives.
Avery was about to answer that she was fine with water, but Ajani beat her to it with a swift, “Unless there’s a bottle of pinot noir in there, she’ll want water.”
“You don’t chill pinot noir,” Avery corrected with an eye roll. “8 years. You’ve known me 8 years and you still don’t know that. Unbelievable.”
“Well, I’m not much a drinker these days, but I can look for a bottle later if you like,” Ashton offered.
Avery waved her hand dismissively. “Please don’t trouble yourself. I’m not much of a drinker either.”
“A woman after my own heart,” Ashton joked with a wink in Avery’s direction, clutching at his heart dramatically.
“Great, Ash is in love again. Quick Luke, call the studio! We’ll have a new album before tour even starts!” Calum teased, and Ashton shoved him with a laugh that Avery was certain she would hear every time she closed her eyes.
“Men,” Ajani said with a roll of her eyes before walking to the edge of the pool, two water bottles in her hand.
Avery gripped the ledge and towed herself over to Ajani. “Thanks,” she said, graciously taking one of the bottles.
“No problem. How long have you been here?”
“Like 11 I think.”
She let out a low whistle. “Geez, woman.”
“What?” Avery asked, confused. “Ash said 11.”
“Oh, honey…”
Avery’s eyes rolled. “Don’t ‘oh, honey’ me. He told me 11. Watch, I’ll show you. Here, hold this,” she directed, passing back the water bottle so she could get off the raft and pull herself out of the water.
“Are you sure you didn’t read it wrong? Cuz, I read 1.”
Avery shook her head, grabbing Ajani’s hand and walking them to her bag. She was certain she had read 11, not 1. She located her phone, quickly unlocking it and pulling up her messages.
Hey, having a pre-tour pool party at my place. See ya at 11.
XX
Ajani frowned and showed Avery her own message from Ashton.
Hey, having a pre-tour pool party at my place. See ya at 1.
XX
Both messages showed his address underneath the original message followed by their responses. “Think it was a typo, and he didn’t want to make me feel bad?” Avery asked, chewing on her bottom lip.
Ajani shrugged. “That, or he did it on purpose.”
“But why would he do that?”
“Why don’t you ask him?”
Avery snorted with laughter. “Yeah, okay. Just ‘Hey Ash, I noticed you told me 11, but told everyone else 1. What gives?’ Just like that?”
“Or something like that,” Ajani grinned, and Avery could have hit her.
“He’s behind me, isn’t he?
“Oh, yeah,” both Ajani and Ashton said.
Avery grimaced as she turned around to come face to face with the culprit. “Well?”
“I’m gonna plead the fifth on this one,” Ashton grinned.
“Cool, I’m gonna go drown now. Hope you got a pool boy that doesn’t scare easily.” Avery flashed them both a smile. “Bye!” She wiggled her fingers for dramatic effect as she walked backwards to the edge of the pool, and then took one more step, letting the water cool off the warmth coursing through her body that had nothing to do with the California sun.
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Lie To Me - 3 | Heat Waves
Ivy lay awake staring at the ceiling, occasionally glancing over at her clock that read 3:45. She was waiting for it to become morning.
She'd accepted that she wasn't falling asleep anytime soon, not with her head in the manic state that it was in.
Ivy couldn't put her mind to rest, she was thinking about everything. She was so conflicted with her feelings.
She was trying to be honest with herself lately, a new thing she was trying. It was good, to be honest, but it was causing her a lot of stress.
Admitting to herself that she likes someone takes a while, she just keeps telling herself she's being strange or thinking about little things too much over and over again.
She couldn't get Ashton out of her head. His beautiful eyes, his smooth sun-kissed skin and the freckles that splayed across his cheeks.
She was in love with every single feature of his face.
When she and Ashton stayed up drinking beside the pool one night that's when she realised that she was in deep.
He looked so gentle and welcoming with his kind eyes and his features lit up with the pool lights and the moon.
She didn't say anything and tried to act normal but her heart was beating out of her chest.
Her heart was also racing the other night with Luke, his hands grasping onto her like he was going to lose her at any moment. She felt secure with Luke which wasn't a familiar feeling for her, she was almost always on edge, waiting for something horrible to happen. She hoped for the best but also prepared for the worst. He'd take a bullet for her and she knew it. He made sure she knew it.
She loved how comforting his warm, soft and tanned skin was against hers. She loved how he scrunched the fabric of her shorts and how his hands felt against her thighs.
The other night was very new for them, Luke had dreamed of it but he never thought it would happen.
He loved the way his hands looked against her olive skin, soothing her with his delicate touch.
He loved the way his head fit so perfectly on her chest like it was made just for him.
He loved the way her fingers raked through his messy blonde hair. It could send him right to sleep, even if the world was ending it would never fail to instantly put him at ease.
And Ashton was also thinking too much for his own good. He was an over-thinker and it kept him up some nights.
He was used to it. Whenever he couldn't sleep, he would go downstairs and sleep on the couch, hoping Ivy would join him and they'd cuddle up and watch Titanic until they fell asleep.
He threw the covers off his body, slipping on some pyjama bottoms and making his way downstairs.
He ran his hand through his hair, pushing the strands away from his eyes with a deep sigh.
He got a glass of water for himself and an extra one for Ivy in case she came down to join him.
He sat down on the l-shaped couch, staring up at the ceiling again.
He sat in silence for a few minutes until he could hear light footsteps coming down the stairs.
He sat up and smiled, watching Ivy come down the stairs to meet him.
He opened his arms up, moving a little to make space for her beside him. "Hi, Ives," Ashton smiled as she situated herself beside him, and he hugged her close to his side.
"You okay?" Ivy asked him and he nodded.
"Yeah, just thinking too much and I couldn't sleep," he let out a breath and Ivy nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
They had many nights like these.
In the early hours of the morning when they couldn't sleep, they would find each other and just sit and be there with one another, even if they weren't saying a word.
Whether it was on the couch, in the kitchen, in Ashton's bedroom or by the pool they adored just being with each other.
It was one of those nights where they just needed to be silent and simply just...think. They both knew it, so it's exactly what they did.
They sat in silence in each other's arms, watching the tv but not fully registering what was going on in the movie. "Ash? What do I do about having conflict... with my thoughts? I want something but I also want something else. They're both so different but I just can't choose."
"Let it play out, it'll sort itself out and you'll decide what you want. Remember, don't settle for anything, go for what you truly want, Ivy."
"Thank you," she whispered, finally being able to put her thoughts to rest. Ashton always helped her, he gave the best advice but never used it for himself.
"Ivy, help me stop thinking," it was eating him alive. It could be the stupidest, most irrelevant thing but he would spend every minute of the day thinking about it.
"Just think, on your deathbed, this thing you're thinking about. Will it matter to you and will you think about it at that moment? If not, it doesn't matter and it's not worth your time or thought."
Ashton sat staring at the ceiling again, thinking more for a moment. It wouldn't matter, the only thing that would matter to him would be his friends and family in the end, nothing makes him truly happy like they do. "You should've told me that sooner," Ashton chuckled and Ivy smiled into his chest.
"Come to my room?" Ash asks, slightly nudging her shoulder.
Ivy nodded her head, attempting to climb off of him but he didn't let her.
Instead, he carried her up the stairs, the blanket from the couch still wrapped up around her.
As soon as her head hit Ashton's pillow she was knocked out and Ashton brought the bedsheets over her, making sure she was warm and comfortable enough before getting in bed himself.
Ivy's words kept playing over and over in his head. After hearing what she said he'd probably never overthink about something stupid ever again.
She was so knowledgeable and Ashton knew for sure she'd read that in one of her books. A lot of the things she says, all her lyrics sound like they're straight from a beautiful piece of literature.
She was like a goddess out of a beautiful piece of literature.
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Something Like Love
by ril3yal3x
Not many Michael x OC fanfics where the OC is male so that is what I'm here to do. Probably going to be more fluffy than smutty. There might be a few heated make out scenes tho.
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3 missed calls at 2 AM, I look at my phone and its HIM. I press the button to call him back. "I forgot to say I love you." he pouted. I chuckled. "I love you too Mikey, goodnight." I replied. "Goodnight" I could hear him say behind a smile.
Sam is Gay. Michael is Bisexual. Ashton is Sam's brother. Ashton is in a band with Michael.
Words: 3854, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 5 Seconds of Summer (Band), One Direction (Band)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M, F/M
Characters: Michael Clifford, Original Male Character(s), Ashton Irwin, Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan
Relationships: Michael Clifford/Original Male Character(s), Calum Hood/Original Female Character(s), Luke Hemmings/Ashton Irwin, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Michael Clifford & Harry Styles
Additional Tags: Boyband, Simon Cowell Being An Asshole, Protective Ashton Irwin, Protective Older Brothers
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Lost & Found // Chapter 1.
pictures are not mine (and all the pictures in this chapter were taken here in my country,Chile...boys looking fine)
Chapter 1. Lost & Found
pairing : Calum Hood x Foreign female oc
warnings : emotions,i think(?)
word count : 4.8k
summary : she’s a dancer with a normal life in her country located at the end of the world, who would believe that even this things happens far away? that’s where Calum and she were found but people could be lost and found multiple times.
notes : hi babies,chapter 1 of the “Lost & Found” serie,
I know that is a foreign female oc and i still wrote everything in english (and just a few words in spanish) lol but you got the point.
Enjoy and as english is not my first language and it’s my first fic feel more than welcome to talk to me about opinions,suggestions,ideas,etc. thank you , love you xx.
fic serie is inspired by Lost & Found by Jorja Smith (listen to the song in the link to understand/enjoy chapter 1)
I never thought I would ever find
Something so assured but so fine (but so fine)
I'd fantasize that you'd come around
Focus and your dreams turn to reality
Rosie gets close to the boy that was already located in a table between the bar and the stage, although she doesn’t like prejudices, she can feels that the boy is not from the country so it’s better that she attend him because if the boy speaks in english Rosie is the only waitress in the bar who speaks english.
The boy nervously and with difficulty says in spanish “hola una cerveza , por favor”
She immediately laughs at him saying in english “that’s very sweet from you but don’t worry,I speaks english”
The blond boy returning to his first language a lit bit embarrassed “oh so it was a waste of time to come all the way here learning how to say ‘beer’ in spanish”
“It wasn’t a waste because you learned four words in spanish” she says.
“You know what? I changed my mind because looking at this amazing place,I’m not going to order a beer that’s a bit boring” he says.
“Then what are you going to order?” Rosie asks.
Can I trust you? you choose, bring me something typical of this country, a drink and a dish...surprise me” he says changing his attitude less embarrassed.
“Okay,I’ll be right back” Rosie says going to the kitchen to ask the order of the boy who looks like an actor from Grease.
Meanwhile the boy focuses all his attention on each musician of the band and especially the talent of the percussionists and internally trying to understand the rhythm of the unknown music to him.
Rosie came back to the boy’s table with his order, “so I brought you a drink called ‘terremoto’ that in english means ‘earthquake’ and well, the name it’s kinda obvious”
The boy’s surprised “wow, not scared at all with the name, if I get drunk with one of these you have to call my friends”
She laughs at the exaggerated comment “trust me, you need at least three of those to get drunk but if you want I can bring you a ‘piscola’ that is only pisco with coca cola”
“Oh no no,I definitely want to try this, challenge accepted.And what about the dish? he says.
“Well I brought you my favorite that is called ‘pastel de choclo’ which consists…” she was interrupted.
By a ring’s cell phone but he didn’t answer when he saw the name so Rosie keeps talking but doesn’t concentrate because the cell phone starts to ring again so she says “you should answer, it could be your girlfriend or boyfriend”
“Oh it’s not my girlfriends, it’s my mom but I liked that comment #diversity” he says.
“With more reason you should answer! that’s so rude” she answers.
“She has called me to tell me the same thing since I arrived south america and I told her that I’m going to ask for the person I’m trying to find” he says defending himself.
Rosie doesn’t want to look like a meddler but she likes to help people and also she was curious.
“If you need help I can help you to find this person, by the way my name is Rosie” she says offering her hand.
“Oh really? thank you! I’m Ashton and your name is cute” he takes her hand to shake. “Well my mom has been telling me to visit this bar because she knows one of the owners she met in Australia because this bar she told me that it’s here,Australia and other countries of South America” Ashton says.
“yeah I know, cool right? but there’s only one owner, the other two are partners that help the owner” she says.
“Got it,I’m trying to find Mario, if you could tell me if he’s here in this country or in one of the rest” he says hopefully.
“Mario?! your mom met Mario in Australia?! omg he’s actually here, I’m going to tell him” Rosie says surprised running to where her boss is sitting near the stage watching the band.
“Don’t dance today,Mario?” Rosie says softly to Mario.
Mario, an old man of 77 years old, his heart is bigger than the planet.A fan of football and sports in general, tango, journalism (the real one),loves drink mate and games and his family is his biggest treasure.
“Oh no darling, you know this old man doesn’t dance like before...what happened? I see you so exalted” Mario answers.
“Actually, someone is looking for you” she says.
“Oh I hope it’s not my friend Will again,I won fairly in our domino game” Rosie knew very well that Mario won most of the games because he cheated but she knew him enough so she just let him talk.Rosie helps Mario to stand up from his chair then she takes him by the arm.
When they arrive at the table where Ashton is, who was drinking and eating his order,Mario recognizes him immediately.
“Ashton?...” Mario asks with emotion walking slowly to the boy who stops drinking and eating to stand up and meet the old man.
“Yes sir, it’s me, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my mother told me to visit your bar and look for you sir” Ashton says.
“How are you son? wait, let’s move to the bar to talk...Rosie takes the dishes to the bar please” Mario says.
All set in the bar, they keep talking.
“Wow I can’t believe how big you are” Mario says.
“What? my mom is the one who met you, not me” Ashton says confused.
“Oh no son,I did get to know you too, you were a few months old to remember.I’m going to sum it up...I’ve been a journalist all my life but I also dedicated my life to tango that’s why is my favorite when the band play it at the bar...the point is that when I dared to open this bar here, then I did it in Argentina, in Brazil was opened by my son who lives there and one in Australia was opened by my grandson who lives there too with his girlfriend, so they are my partners who run those bars, also in Australia and Europe are plenty of chilean people living there because they had to leave Chile during the dictatorship or other reasons...So when I went to Australia to the inauguration of the bar your mother visited the bar looking for a job and I hired her because she was going through difficult economic times and I could not help her knowing that she had a newborn son, you.That’s how I met you and your mother because I stayed a couple of months to be near my grandson” Mario says.
Ashton is speechless, he didn’t expect that story since his mother never told him but he’s grateful to find out now.
“Now all makes sense why the dish that Rosie brought me was familiar to me, there were days when my mom came from work with food from the bar to give it to me.And makes sense why she told me that if I found you to thank you and told me to have a good time at the bar because sir let me tell you the bar is fantastic” Ashton says.
“It was what I had to do, it was the correct thing to do and I hope to contact her again, the last thing I knew was that you were a drummer, you dedicated yourself to music” Mario says.
They say we’re way too young to get the job done.
Are we really too young to be having so much fun?
Rosie and Theo did 1+1.Australian, drummer, musician...they clicked on their mind and now they know why Ashton’s face was so familiar to them.
“Yes,I’m in a band, we just played today here and we have a few days off before traveling to Argentina” Ashton confirms.
Rosie carefully intrudes into the conversation.
“Mario you never told me this story or that you went to the opening in Australia” she says.
“I didn’t tell you because you don’t believe several of my stories” Mario points at her.
“Ah yes, the one when you assisted to an olympic games when Hitler was alive” she defends herself.
“Darling,I’m a sports journalist! I have proofs of that” Mario says.
Ashton is laughing at the conversation between the owner and the waitress. “wow sir everything is unbelievable,I suppose you know the rest of my family’s story so I can only thank you”
“Just call me Mario, son.Now, why don’t you cheer up and show us a little bit of your talent?” Mario says.
“I don’t want to bother, besides, the band is incredible” Ashton says.
“Don’t say that!, ‘Los Dominós’ will be more than happy to have you on stage and you can learn some south american music and let me tell you we have enough percussion instruments” Mario tries to convince him and Ashton accepted. “Rosie takes Ashton to the stage and tell the band, please”
“Okay, do you want me to help you to stand up and get close to the stage again?” Rosie asks but she was interrupted by Ashton.
“Oh let me help him, leave it to me” he says.Rosie mutters thanks to Ashton and she goes to the stage when the band finished playing the song they were playing, she speaks to the leader of the band, Pablo, who Mario always makes fun of him because he looks like Lenny Kravitz.
So Rosie told him the story and Pablo says “Of course he can! you know that we love to welcome people and meet colleagues”
Rosie waves at Ashton to take the stage while Ashton is leaving Mario in his chair.When she gets off the stage, she sits next to Mario to watch and enjoy the show.
Pablo greets Ashton “hi kiddo, so you are a musician too, eh? Is okay if I give you the bongos?”
“yes! hell yeah” Ashton answers.
“Okay, so I’ll show you the tempo of the next song” Pablo says.After Pablo shows Ashton the tempo he takes the microphone to introduce Ashton.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special guest, a new friend, his name is Ashton who is also a musician, he comes from...Hey kiddo, where are you from?”
“I’m from Australia” Ashton answers.
“So everyone a round of applause for our australian friend! Enjoy the next song, groove!” When the song starts makes people immediately lose themselves again in the groove.
Ashton is little bit confused because this type of music is new for him so it takes him the first seconds to catch the rhythm with the bongos and goes along with the band.
He has a huge smile and feels so inspired seeing the atmosphere that is formed and the energy that people is radiating.
Ashton is watching them dancing, singing, having fun and clapping almost in slow motion, so he saves that moment in his mind to treasure it forever and get inspiration for maybe a next song for his band’s album, who knows?
People look so unworried as if every bad thing that each individual could be living was leave it outside the door of the bar and they just enjoy.
Ashton is almost overwhelmed by how kind everyone has been here and everything he found out, so far.
After two songs,Ashton gets off the stage but without first thanking the band, and ‘Los Dominós’ asks for a picture with him and Ashton tells them to tag him so later he can share it on instagram.
“That was amazing!” Mario and Rosie say at the same time which makes Ashton laugh.
“Thanks to you, that was so fun” Ashton says and he already was sweating, so he takes the sweat off his forehead.
Mario looks at his watch and makes a sign to the band.
“Okay, we have one more song left because the bar it’s going to close, enjoy it and see you tomorrow, goodnight!” Pablo says.
“Damn it’s almost midnight ,but I want to keep talking” Ashton says noticing that it’s close time.
“Stay all the time you want son, no problem.We leave when everything is clean so we have a couple of hours more” Mario says.
While Ashton was helping again Mario to go back to the bar to keep talking,Rosie and Theo don’t waste time to clean and order everything fast as they can.
“By the way, the food and the drink were delicious,I want a couple of everything here to eat in United States” Ashton says with a little laugh to Mario.
“Or you can buy the ingredients and cook them in United States, or you’ll have to come back” Mario says patting Ashton’s shoulder.
“Or you can open the bar in United States” Ashton says with a winner look.
“Good idea to be honest” Rosie screams from the kitchen and returning to the bar to talk.
“See,Rosie agrees with me, give me five” Ashton says while he and Rosie high five.”But to be serious,I’m going to come back Mario”
Mario laughs at the fast mutual understanding Ashton and Rosie have in less than 1 day like if they were friends for years. “Okay kids, if you let me I’m going to see if the chef is ready to close the kitchen,I’ll be right back”.
Rosie’s cell phone starts to ring that she receives a message, well actually more than one.
“Wow I think that your boyfriend or girlfriend is really trying to tell you something” Ashton takes Rosie’s words from before.
She just laughs noticing that,”It’s my best friend,Cami.I thought she was on a date with her boyfriend.And I don’t have a boyfriend, he broke up with me because I quit my career” Rosie says without taking her eyes off her phone’s screen.
“Such an asshole!” Ashton looks if Mario it’s not around because he said a bad word. “What did you study before? and you’re just working now?” he says with a curious face resting his elbows and interlacing his fingers.
“I studied architecture for one year and now I’m in my third year studying dance, what I really love and I work here” she says a little bit nervous because most of people don’t like the idea of her dancing studies.
“You are a dancer?! that’s so cool!” Ashton says excited like a kid.
“Not yet officially,I still have two semesters left but I already work with some national artists so yeah it’s cool” she says happy talking about what she loves.
“And why I didn’t see you dancing tonight?” Ashton says disappointed.
“Because I’m working as a waitress not as a dancer, duh.Trust me,I would have been dancing there but I need the money because my parents didn’t like the idea that I decide to be a dancer so I’m paying my career” she says with an attitude. “But don’t talk about me, that’s kinda boring.Let’s talk about you...with Theo we discovered who you are”
“Really? I thought that people didn’t notice when we arrived or left a place” Ashton says.
“I don’t know if you’re overreacting or being sarcastic” she laughs.
Now there is nobody left in the bar so Theo closes the door and puts the ‘close’ sign outside.
Mario is back in the conversation but with a smile as if he had an idea “So Ashton, you told me you have a few days off..” Ashtons nods at him. “What if Rosie makes you and your band a tour outside the capital, because I don’t think you prefer to stay in your hotel all the days, that is so boring”
Ashton interrupts him “Mario I don’t want to bother and also I think that Rosie has her own things to do”
“Yeah Mario, you told me to work tomorrow because Chris had his niece’s baptism and I have to cover his shift” she says.
“Don’t worry darling,I would call Theo and I’ll pay him more.And also you can go with Cami and go there where you like to go” Mario says to Rosie. “It’s a nice place with mountains, lakes, away from this pollution and it’s just a few minutes from here” now he’s talking to Ashton trying to convince him.
“Okay,I have to be honest, that sounds cool.I’ll go if you want of course” Ashton directs to Rosie.
“I’m in.Do you think your band would like the idea?” Rosie says to him.
“I go with you,I don’t care if they prefer to stay in the hotel” Ashton says.
They were interrupted by someone who knocks desperately at the door of the bar and Theo says in spanish “we’re closed!” but this person keeps knocking as this person didn’t what Theo said.
Mario gives Theo a gesture to open the door.That’s when a tanned boy with brown eyes and dark hair and moles on his face, he also seemed taken out from ‘Grease’ with his style, he was with a worried face.
“Calum? What are you doing here buddy?” Ashton says surprised to see his friend there.
The boy called Calum with relief “Ashton here you are! Thank God” he just keeps talking as if there were nobody else “Do you know what time it is? I went down to the hotel restaurant because I was hungry and I thought you were there when nobody answered in your room and your phone.And then the receptionist told me that you had asked about this place.We were worried with Michael and Luke”
“Calum breathe please” Ashton says gesturing to his friend with his hand to calm down. “I came to visit a family’s friend”
For the first time Calum return to Earth and notices that he wasn’t alone.He turns his head and the first person he saw is Rosie, he doesn’t even notice Mario and Theo so he thinks that Ashton went to visit this girl. Bowing to his friend he says “now I understand why you’ve been here for hours...God is a woman for sure”
He said that so fast that Ashton even when was gesturing with his hand to him to shut up, it was too late.”Calum they speak english too”
Calum throws a deadly look at Ashton and says ‘FUCK’ to himself.
Mario breaks the ice “Ashton came to visit me, my name is Mario and I’m Ashton family’s friend” with a protective position behind Rosie, Mario puts his hands on Rosie’s shoulders “and she’s my granddaughter”
“Your granddaughter?!” Ashtons says shocked and Calum doesn’t understand why his friend is so surprised. “Mario why didn’t you tell me? this is amazing”
“She’s like my partner in crime since she was born,I think that from me she got the passion for dancing, which makes me proud but at the same time I know that my daughter, her mother, doesn’t like the idea that now she is a dancer” Mario says looking at his granddaughter.
Calum is trying to understand everything because it’s too much information in less than 5 minutes.But now all his attention is in the girl in front of him and can’t believe that she is a dancer.
“If I had known that before,I would have asked for a dance tonight between grandfather and granddaughter” Ashton says with a pout and throwing hands to exaggerate.
“On another occasion” Mario says.
Rosie speaks for the first time since Calum goes into the bar “yeah,Mario is my grandfather and hi my name is Rosie” extending her hand to Calum, who is still ashamed but he takes her hand. “Ashton give me your number to coordinate about tomorrow”
“What? What is going to happen tomorrow?” Calum says confused.
“I will tell you at the hotel” Ashton says.
Rosie and Ashton exchange numbers.
“I’m going to call Cami to know if she is going tomorrow, she left a lot of messages” after a couple of seconds “She didn’t pick up her phone, maybe she’s busy”
“For sure she’s going to go tomorrow, she’s your partner in crime” Mario says calming her.
“Well I think we’re going back to the hotel because it’s late and Rosie when you can send me all the info for tomorrow” Ashtons points at her. “Mario thank you again for everything,I can tell by looking at your bar and what you have done for my family you are an important person in Chile and for the culture and the journalism.I’m going to be back here,I promise, now more that I know what you did for my family” Ashton says grateful.
Away from the rest Mario answers to Ashton “You’re always welcome here with your family, son.I’m glad to see the man you’ve become, have fun tomorrow and please take care of Rosie, she’s my only granddaughter who lives in this country”
“Don’t worry” they hug each other. “Okay Cal, let’s go...bye Mario,Rosie and Theo” and Calum says goodbye too.
Once outside the bar,Ashton and Calum walk back to the hotel in silence through the empty, slightly illuminated streets of the city.
In the elevator Calum speaks for the first time “that was embarrassing what I said, you could have warned me”
“I would, but I wasn’t expecting THAT reaction because you never react like that” Ashton defends himself. “I mean, that was very impulsive from you”
Calum’s left thinking about it, what his friend is telling him because Ashton is right.What makes him to react like that? Why now?
In another hand,Michael hears the elevator and goes into the hallway in search of his friends. And he can hear the last part of what Ashton said. “Hi guys, what was very impulsive?”
“Nothing” Calum says changing the topic of the conversation and leading to Luke’s room.And Michael looks at his friend muttering ‘what happened?’ and Ashton gestures him to keep walking.
The four of them reunited in Luke’s room,Ashton says “I have an offer for us”
That’s when Ashton tells about the bar, Mario, what he planned with Rosie and her friend.Everyone agrees to go and have fun.
Now is Michael who does 1+1 in his mind, “Oh so you were talking about this girl in the elevator”
“Yes,I made myself look like a creepy in front of this girl that Ashton met” Calum says a little bit pissed off.
Ashton told the story to his friends about Calum’s reaction when he saw Rosie.
Luke is laughing till the point he can’t breathe “GOD IS A WOMAN?! really Cal?”
Michael is surprised of his friend “wow Cal, that’s new”
“Yeah yeah, thanks for your support” Calum says with sarcasm. “Night y’all, see you tomorrow” But now in his room he doesn’t know why the situation keeps spinning in his head, because it wasn’t a big deal, or maybe it was? ‘I don’t know’ he says to himself.It doesn’t even matter because in a couple of days he’s never going to see this girl again.
Ashton goes to sleep after Rosie send to him all the information.
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Finally Rosie is at her home, and her dog is the first one to receive her and of course because everyone was sleeping at that hour of the night.She’s tired walking upstairs to her room and she wasn’t expecting to see her best friend,Cami in her room with two spoons and a huge ice cream to share.Something happened because that was their thing to deal with sadness.
Cami, a young woman, a couple of months younger than Rosie, Cami has brown skin, dark brown hair and hazel eyes.She wasn’t fat, her body type was just thick and she loves that about her body.If she didn’t say that she’s chilean, people would think that she is caribbean because of her tanned skin and her braids (that Rosie always tells her that she should live with her natural hair because it’s so beautiful, but Cami was insecure about her afro)
Cami has a particular way to be that makes her so special and Rosie’s best friend.They always joke about that they were like opposite poles in relation of their physical aspects, it was because there is a chilean candy called ‘Tuyo’ that was part of the joke.
They were friends since they were 10 years old and they have in common their friendship, their sense of humor, their joy of enjoying life and future plans in common.
“Hi bestie, what happened? Ice cream alert?” Rosie says softly closing her bedroom door.
Cami can’t hold anymore the tears, she gives Rosie a spoon to start eat and talk. “Matty broke up with me”
“What? Why? When?” Rosie has too many questions.
“He said that he doesn’t have more time for our relation since he’s in university and that was all he cares about and also he said that my body changes since I gained weight” Cami cries.
“You wait me here,I’m going to his house and show him that nobody disrespect my best friend” now Rosie is walking out her room so furious ‘yo lo mato’ she thinks but before she can put her hoodie again her friend stops her.
“Can I stay here tonight? so we can cry, watch rom-coms and eat ice cream all night and the whole weekend”. Cami says with a pout.
“Mmm the truth is that I have better plans for the weekend for us and I’m sure that this is going to make you feel better” Rosie says with a smirk.So she tells Cami about who is Ashton and what she planned with him and his band, and at the end she adds Calum’s comment when he saw her.
“Yas mami, you know that means he’s into you.So you better do your thing and your magic girl that you do with those eyes” Cami says hyping her best friend.
“You’re crazy,I’m not going to do anything.Besides they’re just going to be here a couple of days so that means I’m never going to see him again in my life except for Ashton because Mario made him part of the family already” Rosie says.
“I’m just saying, then you’re going to tell me ‘Cami you were right’.And you know why? because I’m always right, and you’re going to see again this boy” Cami says with her bossy attitude.
Rosie sends Ashton the info for tomorrow.
After the ice cream disappears,Rosie and Cami went to sleep even when Cami goes to sleep with a broken heart but Rosie knows that her plans are going to make her feel better.
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In the morning Michael wakes up Calum and Calum lets him know that he looks like a little child and looks like he was injected with sugar.
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ashton irwin—
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On Set
theme: smut, pretty vanilla
pairing: ashton x female!reader
summary: In which Ashton is filming on set for a new music video, and he looks so good that you have to quickly quench your ~thirst~ on set.
word count: 2.4k
the end
theme: kinda fluffy, mostly existential angst
pairing: ashton x reader (or a female oc, or anyone with she/her pronouns)
summary: She was washing the dishes when Ashton wanted to dance
word count: 2.4k
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sub!ash discussion
theme: smut (a lil), mostly just chit chat, multiple links to multiple discussions
pairing: none
summary: ashton is a sub? yes. yes most certainly.
aftercare w ash
theme: mentions of smut, fluff (slight angst??)
pairing: ashton x genderless!reader
summary: ashton just being the best dom ever and helping you out with subspace
calum hood—
full fics:
the ‘in a day' series
theme: so, so, SO smutty, angst (existential), some fluff, mob au
pairing: poly!cake x female!reader
summary: Luke and Calum are newly initiated members of your husband’s rival mob. You speak to them for the first time and encounter more than expected.
word count: so far, 20.5k
blurbs:
luke hemmings—
full fics:
the ‘in a day' series
theme: so, so, SO smutty, angst (existential), some fluff, mob au
pairing: poly!cake x female!reader
summary: Luke and Calum are newly initiated members of your husband’s rival mob. You speak to them for the first time and encounter more than expected.
word count: so far, 20.5k
blurbs:
michael clifford—
full fics:
strawberry popcorn
theme: some smut, little bit of angst, little bit of pining, relatively vanilla
pairing: michael x female!reader
summary: Reader and Michael have been pining after each other for ages, when Y/N is a little extra touchy-feely with the other boys, Michael breaks.
word count: 7.6k
blurbs:
poly!mystal+anal
theme: smut!!
pairing: poly!mystal x genderless!reader
summary: poly!mystal ruin reader with some anal play
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In My Defense - a.i.
Part 1
(gif credit to @ghostofmashton / @lfwallscouldtalk ) this is my first fic be nice
Summary: the defense doesn’t rest when love is involved
Words: 1.5k
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Female OC
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cock and pussy
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McKenna knew the frat scene wasn’t for her, but she needed to get out of her apartment. All the studying and all nighters she had pulled in the last two weeks earned her a night of reckless abandon. She walked into the noisy frat house, hoisting her pleated skirt up a little higher. If she was going to party, she was going to do it right. She made her way to the kitchen and grabbed herself a red solo cup, filling it with Cherry Coke and vanilla rum. She sipped her drink as she took in her surroundings.
Nearly every frat guy in the house had his hands on some girl. McKenna shook her head and downed the rest of her drink before heading off to find someone she knew. The only person she knew for sure was at this party was her old lab partner, Becky Gordon. She wouldn’t call them friends, but they were always friendly with each other. Becky still sent McKenna memes every now and then, so McKenna figured they were close enough to friends to hang out at a party together. She made her way over to the far wall where Becky was smoking a joint with a tan, dark haired boy.
“Hey, McKenna! I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” Becky smiled softly, her white teeth sparkling despite the dim light.
“I didn’t know I was either. I just needed a break from studying.” McKenna shrugged. “Thought you hated the taste of weed?”
“I do, but when it’s mixed with vodka, it’s a little better.” Becky giggled softly and took a drag, handing it back to the boy. “I’ll catch you later, Calum.” Becky said, walking to the kitchen with McKenna.
“Whatcha drinkin’?” McKenna asked, grabbing two cups.
“Vodka and Sprite.” Becky said and watched McKenna make the drinks. She handed one of the cups to Becky and took a sip of her own. “You know, I think I’m gonna hook up with Calum. I’ll come find you later.” Becky said and McKenna laughed softly.
“Enjoy yourself, Becky.” She smiled, waving her off. She leaned against the doorframe and sipped her drink.
“Hey, pretty lady. You come to these often?” McKenna looked up as a boy she didn’t recognize leaned against the door next to her.
“Uh, no, not really.” McKenna said, finishing her drink.
“I figured. I would’ve recognized your gorgeous body.” He smirked down at her.
“Who have you got here, Brody?” Another boy asked, standing on the other side of McKenna.
“Just a pretty lady, Brady.” Brody chuckled and leaned closer to McKenna.
“You’re both very kind, but I’m not interested.” McKenna said, swallowing hard.
“Mm, I know how to get you interested.” Brady smirked, twirling Mckenna’s hair around his finger. McKenna opened her mouth to protest his advances when she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist.
“Hey, babe, who are these fucks?” McKenna looked up and sighed in relief when she saw Ashton. He was known around campus as the frat angel. He was the president of Sigma Nu and worked hard to create a safe campus for everyone.
“Apparently, their names are Brody and Brady.” McKenna said, relaxing back against Ashton.
“Well, Brody and Brady, kindly fuck off. My girlfriend was just waiting for me to use the bathroom, not waiting to be hit on by two scumbags.” Ashton said, leading McKenna to the kitchen.
“Thank you, Ashton. Really.” McKenna sighed, looking up at him.
“No problem. I could tell you weren’t comfortable with them around.” Ashton shrugged and poured out a few shots of rum. He slid two to McKenna and kept two for himself.
“I really appreciate you stepping in.” McKenna smiled softly and downed both her shots, scrunching her face at the taste.
“Can’t handle your alcohol, huh?” Ashton chuckled.
“I can, it’s just not a pleasant taste. I can shoot tequila without making a face.” McKenna defended.
“Prove it.” Ashton said, sliding her a bottle of tequila. She took the bottle and poured a shot, downing it effortlessly. Ashton watched her, astonishment apparent on his face.
“Proved it.” McKenna giggled, hiccuping quietly. “Ashton?”
“Yes, McKenna?” Ashton smiled down at her.
“I would like to kiss you.” She said, the alcohol definitely hitting her now.
“Oh, you would?” Ashton chuckled. “I think I can allow that.” He smiled, pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her lips mould against his. “Mm, wanna get out of here?”
“Yes, but only for a little.” She giggled, running her fingers through his hair.
“My car’s right outside.” Ashton grinned and pulled McKenna outside with him. He led her to the car and slid into the backseat. McKenna slid in next to him and straddled his hips as she pressed her lips back to his.
“I’ve never done it in a car before.” McKenna hummed, pulling her shirt off.
“I haven’t either.” Ashton mused, pulling his own off. McKenna giggled quietly and shimmied out of her skirt, tossing it in the front seat. Ashton laid her on the seats as he pushed his black jeans and boxers down. He pressed light kisses down McKenna’s neck and to her chest as he slipped her thong down her legs. McKenna gasped softly as Ashton inserted two fingers into her heat, curling them against her walls.
“Fuck, more, please.” McKenna moaned, bucking her hips. Ashton chuckled and pumped his fingers quickly. “Just like that.” McKenna moaned louder. Ashton pressed kisses to her nuck, sucking at the skin gently as he worked his fingers.
“You like that, baby girl?” Ashton smirked, rubbing his thumb against her clit.
“Yes. Oh, god. I’m so close.” Mckenna moaned, arching her back.
“Yeah? You wanna cum?” Ashton chuckled, pulling his fingers from her heat and sucking them clean. McKenna whined softly at the loss of contact.
“Please, make me cum, sir.” McKenna whimpered, looking up at Ashton. His eyes turned dark with lust as he pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her lips in sync with his. Ashton hummed and rubbed the tip of his cock between her folds. He held her hips tightly as he bottomed out, a low groan leaving his lips. “Fuck, give it to me.” McKenna moaned.
“You wanna fuckin’ scream for me?” Ashton grunted and pounded his hips against hers.
“Uh huh.” McKenna moaned louder.
“Words, sweetheart.” Ashton demanded, gripping her hair.
“Yes, sir.” McKenna gasped, looking up at Ashton.
“That’s better.” Ashton moaned and pounded into her. McKenna gripped Ashton’s bicep as his name fell from her lips like a mantra. “God, this pussy was made for me.” Ashton groaned, bringing his thumb back to her clit.
“Fuck! I’m cumming.” McKenna whimpered, her walls clenching around his cock.
“Not until I say you can.” Ashton said, rubbing fast circles against her clit. McKenna let out a ragged scream and dug her manicured nails into Ashton’s bicep.
“Please, sir. Please, let me cum.” McKenna begged.
“Cum for me.” Ashton groaned, pounding his hips against hers. McKenna moaned loudly as her high washed over her, her toes curling inside her converse. “Such a good girl, Micky.” Ashton groaned as his load coated her walls. McKenna gasped softly and relaxed back against the seat, both from the euphoria and the unexpected nickname.
“So fucking good..” McKenna hummed, letting her eyes close. Ashton chuckled and pulled up his boxers and jeans.
“Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll drive you home?” Ashton smiled, rubbing her cheek gently.
“Yeah, okay..” McKenna hummed and pulled her shirt and skirt on slowly, laying down in the backseat. Ashton smiled to himself and climbed into the driver seat. He drove to McKenna’s apartment as she fell asleep in his backseat. He parked in front of the building and carefully lifted McKenna from the backseat. He fished her keys from her bra and unlocked the door, carrying her up the stairs. He laid her in her bed and tucked her in.
“See you Monday, Micky.” Ashton whispered as he plugged her phone in and placed it on her nightstand.
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On Monday, McKenna trudged to class, still tired from the weekend. She sat in her seat and pulled out her phone, scrolling through Twitter. She looked up when Ashton sat in the seat next to her. “Oh, hey.” She smiled a little.
“Hi.” Ashton said, a grin tugging at his lips.
“I didn’t know you were in this class.” McKenna said, setting her phone aside.
“I am. I’m also in your accounting class, theory of management, and macro economics.” Ashton nodded, leaning back in his seat.
“Wow, how did I not notice?” McKenna asked.
“I don’t usually come to class. I can teach myself better than any of these old coots can.” Ashton shrugged. “Anyways, I was thinking we could become, ya know, study buddies.”
“Study buddies?” McKenna asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Study buddies who also have sex sometimes.” He said, smirking softly.
“Well, in that case..” McKenna giggled softly. She wrote her phone number on a piece of notebook paper and slid it to Ashton. “Let me know when you’re free for either one.”
“Oh, I sure will.” Ashton grinned.
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Gemstones Falling - a.i. - part 1
Summary: He teaches her to be human, and she teaches him to be himself
Pairing: Ashton Irwin x female mermaid!OC
Warnings: None
Words: 1.2k
shoutout to Chloe @rip-lukes-balsamic for the amazing moodboard and Genny my love @i-calumhood for hyping me up <3 Enjoy :)
Days off were rare for Ashton. Even though he spent his work life surrounded by the water and the creatures below, he always found himself back in the water. He paddled out past the reef where the waves were stronger. Ashton had always loved the water. There were times he wished he could live in it. He sat up on his board and looked out at the water, getting ready to take the wave. He was on his way to stand up when something pulled him into the water. He tried to scream as a shooting pain shot through his arm, but it only filled his lungs with water. He opened his eyes as his back hit the sand at the bottom, just in time to see a Mako shark, swimming away quickly.
Opal was pulled from her daydream when Meeko, the Mako shark, gently hit her back with his tail fin. “Op, I did something bad and I need your help.” Meeko said.
“Oh, no, Meeko. What did you do?” Opal sighed, sitting up.
“It’s a human. He looked like a sea turtle and it is lunch time.” Meeko explained.
“Oh, God. Take me to him.” Opal gasped, swimming after Meeko. She sighed heavily as she looked at Ashton. “Meeko, what have I told you about looking before you grab food?”
“I’m sorry. I was hungry, and also I don’t have very good eye sight. I am a shark.” Meeko said, watching as Opal pulled Ashton up to shore. Ashton’s eyes briefly met hers as she laid him out on the dock. Opal grabbed a handful of seaweed and wrapped it around Ashton’s arm, creating a bandage. She checked to make sure it was secure before ducking back into the water, her tail splashing against the surface of the water. Ashton moved quickly to watch her, throwing up the salt water from his stomach.
“Fuck, that wasn’t real..” He rasped, looking around the water for any sign of her. “Mermaids aren’t real..” He repeated to himself a few times as he laid back on the dock, coughing hoarsely. He pulled himself up from the dock and made his way back to his house. He flopped down on his couch and rubbed his face. “Mermaids aren’t real..” He repeated. “But I know what I saw.” He shook his head and looked at the seaweed on his arm. “It was a mermaid.” Ashton sighed and rubbed his face. It was at this point that Ashton decided he was going to find the mermaid that saved him.
Ashton pulled on his scuba gear as the boat floated gently in the easy waves. He fell back into the water and swam down to where he had fallen early that morning. He was scoping out the area when he turned around and found himself face to face with the same Mako shark and the pretty mermaid he wasn’t even sure was real. “Holy fuck.” Ashton flinched, backing into the reef.
“Don’t freak out, he’s not gonna hurt you.” Opal explained, putting herself between Ashton and Meeko.
“This isn’t real. This can’t be real.” Ashton shook his head. “I must be dead, or having an out of body experience. Maybe I ran out of air.”
“No, your tank is still full.” Opal said, checking the gauge.
“Who are you?” He asked, looking at the mermaid.
“I’m Opal. This is Meeko. He’s very sorry about what he did to you this morning.”
“He’s sorry? He’s a shark.” Ashton said.
“Yes, but he thought you were a sea turtle and he was hungry. He’s the one that came and found me, so I could get you back to safety.”
“You can understand him?” Ashton asked, looking at Opal.
“Yes. Mermaids can communicate with all creatures of the sea. We can also communicate with most animals we come in contact with, though we don’t come into contact with many non-sea creatures.”
“This isn’t real.” Ashton repeated.
“Come on. We’ll go to the surface and you can breathe real air and see.” Opal suggested, holding her hand out to Ashton. He reluctantly placed his hand in hers, allowing her to lead them up to his boat. Ashton climbed in and pulled his scuba mask off. He looked down at Opal as she floated on her back next to the boat, her deep orange tail a stark contrast against the dark waters.
“So.. Mermaids are actually real?”
“Clearly, we are.” Opal rolled her eyes. “No offense, but humans are kinda stupid.”
“Hey, we were taught that you were fake. You knew humans existed.” Ashton crossed his arms.
“Some mermaids don’t believe in humans, but I have human genes, so I know humans are real.”
“You have human genes? So, like, one human parent, one mer-parent?” Ashton asked.
“My grandma was a mermaid and my grandpa was a human.” Opal explained.
“How do mermaids give birth? Or have sex?” Ashton asked.
“God, you humans want to know the weirdest things about us.” She shook her head. “It’s different if a mermaid and a human are having sex or if two merfolk are having sex. For a human to have sex with a mermaid, the mermaid would need to have legs. For two merfolk, it’s like how fish have sex.”
“How would a mermaid give birth then?”
“There’s two kinds of births. Human primary and mermaid primary. My mother was a mermaid primary, so she was an egg. A human primary is birthed while a mermaid has legs and is then raised on land. A mermaid that gives birth to a human primary loses their tail and will only get it back on a full moon and only while the moon is out.”
“This is so complicated, but so interesting. Why don’t more mermaids use legs?” Ashton asked.
“Oh, you’d be surprised how many do. We just have to be careful because humans love to try and catch us to run tests and experiments on us.” Opal sighed. “We’re always told not to talk to humans, but just as you’re interested in me, I’m interested in learning about humans.”
“Can’t you just ask your grandpa about humans?” Ashton asked her as he rested against the edge of the boat.
“No, he passed away before I was born. His family was very against my grandma and the whole idea of mermaids. It made for a very complicated relationship and my grandma forbid my mother from coming to the surface.”
“But, you’re here.” Ashton raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, because I’m a rule breaker and I want to know how humans live. My grandma always told us stories about them and I just really want to know more about them.” Opal said, looking up at Ashton, her deep ocean eyes staring into his. They both turned their attention to the lighthouse as the light came down on them. “I should go.” Opal sighed, sinking back into the water.
“Wait, can I see you again?” Ashton asked, grabbing her hand.
“Probably not.” Opal sighed.
“Why not?” Ashton sighed, looking down at her.
“Because, it’s not safe for me to spend so much time up here. And, I don’t even know your name.” Opal said, looking back at him.
“My name’s Ashton, and I really want to see you again.” Ashton sighed. “Please..”
“I’ll think about it, Ashton.” Opal said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before diving deep into the dark waters.
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New Beginnings
Summary: Avery Ryan wanted three things from life— love, her career, and to feel like she wasn't ever sacrificing one for the sake of the other. But was that even possible?
Word Count: 4.7k
Part 3
Avery pushed open the door to the bus, her yoga mat tucked under her arm. She was expecting to hear the rustling in the kitchen area of Ashton making breakfast and the smell of coffee dripping into the pot, a routine she’d grown accustomed to during these first few months of touring. A quiet morning spent alone with the man who silenced the butterflies while the world slept on around them. So, when she heard a “So, Avery, who’s your celebrity crush?” she stilled in her tracks.
No… no, no, NO! She knew that interview like the back of her hand, and the thought of Ashton seeing it made her cheeks turn the same color as her hair, and her heart race in her chest. Was it too much to wish for the ground to open and swallow her whole rather than continue to walk towards her doom?
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A wave of warmth washed over Avery’s cheeks, and she giggled despite herself. “Oh, that question’s gonna get me in trouble,” Avery giggled again at the interviewer. She didn’t need to look over at Ajani to know that while she was rolling her eyes, Ajani had the same trouble-making grin on her face as their interviewer.
“Oh, c’mon,” the interviewer continued to goat. “The whole world knows that Avery Ryan was off the market before she became a household name. But we’re all human, right? We all got our celebrity crushes, don’t we?”
“Oh, we do,” Avery assured them.
“So?” the interviewer pressed.
“Ashton Irwin.”
Ajani busted into a fit of laughter beside Avery. “Little quick to answer that one, huh, Ace?”
“Oh, shut up!” Avery laughed with Ajani, covering her face with her hands. “Like anyone who says he isn’t at least one of their celebrity crushes is a liar.”
“Facts.”
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When Avery heard a laugh that wasn’t Ashton’s she breathed a sigh of relief. “Morning, Mike,” she greeted, plopping down on the couch next to him. “You’re up early.”
“Yeah, wanted to catch Crystal before her day started. Catch her up on everything.”
“Mhm, a likely story,” Avery teased, tilting her chin at his phone.
He laughed again and clicked his phone shut. “Yeah, I was telling her about your and Ash’s relationship, and how you both seem at a stalemate. And she mentioned the video. Thought I’d give it a watch. You know this interview is four years old? Still true?”
Avery decided to go with honesty. She nodded.
Michael broke out in a grin. “So, do something about it. Make a move.”
Avery scoffed. “Why can’t he make a move?”
“Aren’t you a feminist?”
“Yeah…”
“So, why can’t you make the first move?”
“Because it’s…” her voice trailed off as she fought to find the right words. “It’s a long story,” she decided with a huff.
“Well better get to telling it before Ashton gets up.”
“So, the abridged version is that Drew— my ex— and I grew up together. He moved to LA first. We reconnected when I moved there. We started dating. Moved in together. Planned our lives together. Everything. But once things started taking off with the band, something changed. Like… I dunno, like he saw the band as something I was only going to do short-term. And he couldn’t figure out how the life we wanted with each other could fit with mine and Ajani’s dreams for Lucky Mess. He started picking fights about whether he could trust me out on the road. And then he cheated on me with his high school girlfriend while I was on the road. And there was no moving past that for either of us. I didn’t want to try to make it work after that. And even if I had, he chose her, so it didn’t matter.”
Avery saw Michael’s jaw tighten and she knew he had felt that similar pain in the past. As a musician, she assumed they all had at least one story like that. “Fuck…” he muttered. “And Ash? He knows?”
“He knows the basics. That Drew and I dated. That we broke up. And that Drew is now engaged to the girl he left me for.”
Michael whistled low. “That’s fucked.”
“Yeah. But Ash doesn’t know that we broke up because Drew cheated. And it’s not even that I’m still hung up on Drew. But the engagement happened literally the day we all started working together, so it’s like a new pain if that makes any sense.”
“No, yeah, that makes sense.”
“Yeah. And then he and his fiancée showed up at the beginning of the tour. And… I know in my head that Drew and Ash are not the same person. I know that I can trust Ash. But…” her voice trailed off.
“It’s a risk,” Michael said knowingly. “A risk that you got a fresh reminder of. But take it from someone who’s known Ash a long time. He’s going to put in the energy he wants returned. He won’t give ultimatums because he doesn’t want to get ultimatums. He won’t make his partner compromise on their dreams for his benefit because he doesn’t want to have to compromise on his dreams for theirs. Plus, he’s totally smitten with you.”
Avery smiled and rested her head affectionately on his shoulder for a minute.
“And how do you know all this stuff?”
“You think it was a typo you got to that pool party 2 hours ahead of everyone else?” His green eyes danced with mischief and trouble.
“That was you?!”
Michael laughed. “It was Cal, actually.”
“You’re much more observant than you let on, Mike. Should I be worried?”
“Nah. I only use my power for good. Pinky swear.”
They were still laughing when Ashton finally stumbled sleepily from the bunks. His shirt rode up as he raised his arms above his head in a stretch, his mouth dropping open in a yawn. Michael’s thumb swiped at the corner of Avery’s mouth. “Stop drooling,” he whispered low so Ashton couldn’t hear, winking as he did so.
She slapped his arm playfully, laughing loudly. “Can you blame a girl?”
“Oh, just make a move. Speaking of moves, wanna play chess? Playing against Luke gets old.”
“Love to,” she chirped.
Ashton watched as Michael pushed himself off the couch and started searching for something. “Videogames already Mike?”
“Nah, were playing chess,” Avery answered.
“Aw, I lost my morning buddy?” Ashton fake pouted.
“Seems like it,” Avery laughed.
“Sorry, mate,” Michael shrugged, his green eyes surprisingly apologetic.
“Nah, no worries. Might get breakfast made quicker without having to help the tiny one reach the plates and cups every two seconds,” Ashton teased, winking at the woman who rolled her eyes and scoffed. He laughed as he got breakfast going, and they set up their game.
“How’s it going?” he asked a little while later, sitting down beside Avery.
Her eyebrows were pulled together, her tongue poking out slightly in the corner of her mouth. “Good,” she said as Michael slowly moved a piece.
“Where’s mine?” Michael asked, looking at the two coffee cups and a large plate of food Ashton placed on the coffee table.
“Bread’s in the cupboard, eggs are in the pan,” Ashton told him while Avery took a bite from one of the pieces of toast, smiling at Ashton in thanks.
Michael rolled his eyes. “Your move,” he told Avery as he got up, muttering under his breath something vaguely that sounded like “And I don’t mean chess.”
If she heard Michael’s less than subtle second statement, she gave no indication. Instead, she wiped the crumbs from her mouth before reaching for her mug to take a sip, studying the board methodically. “Check,” she said, moving a piece and taking another bite of toast.
“Check?!” Michael asked bewildered, leaving his plate on the counter, and rushing back over to look at their game. He quickly moved his king out of harm’s way. “Uncheck!” he said, sticking his tongue out at her before going back to make his food.
“Actually, it’s checkmate,” she replied, moving to block his king in so he couldn’t move it. She leaned back against the couch, her side pressing into Ashton’s. He draped his arm over her shoulders and returned the smile she tossed his way. Ashton swallowed the urge to kiss the side of her temple, not wanting to ruin the soft moment they were creating.
This time Michael didn’t come running back. He just kept making his plate, shaking his head the whole while. “Rematch?”
“You’re on,” she grinned, quickly leaning forward to reset the board. Michael kept shaking his head, but this time Ashton didn’t think it had to do with him losing at chess.
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“It’s a great crowd out there,” Avery grinned at Ashton as she came off stage.
“You say that every time,” he told her as they stepped off to the side. Her hand found his heart, and his found hers, feeling it pound wildly with adrenaline.
“That’s cuz it’s true every time. Best fans in the world.”
“Every artist says that, too.”
“Again, that’s because it’s true. It’s fuckin incredible to be able to create something that people can relate to, and that they love it enough to want to relate to it.”
“Well, you’re pretty easy to love.”
Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened.
“Your work,” Ashton rushed, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. He couldn’t believe he just blurted it out like that… “Your work is easy to love. The way your mind works is beautiful to witness.”
Her cheeks flushed more, and she ducked her head. “Thanks,” she mumbled. “You’re pretty great yourself.”
They lapsed into silence, her heartbeat slowing to match the pace of his, the thoughts they wanted to voice trapped in their throats, eyes searching for understanding in the other. Out of all the tour rituals Ashton had, his rituals with Avery had become his favorite. There was a palpable ache in him to know that tour would end far too quickly for his liking. That one morning very soon he was going to have his morning coffee and not have her giggling at him from across the table. That these moments of finding stillness in each other’s beating hearts, reminding them that they were very much alive were limited. At first Ashton thought that he didn’t want to give it up because it was a hard transition going from the chaotic sound of touring to the deafening silence of being home. But the more moments he shared with Avery, the more he realized it was her that he didn’t want to give up.
Avery didn’t want to give Ashton up either. Ever since the second show, her attention had continued to drift to be centered on Ashton. She could only hope that her trust wasn’t being misplaced; that she wasn’t someone misreading all the signs. But in the middle of the doubt, there was reassurance. Reassurance, and the much-needed comfort that came from the predictability of her routine with him. And she appreciated his patience as she grappled with her lingering hesitation more than she would ever be able to properly express aloud. But maybe everyone was right. Maybe it was time to make a move. A clear, no-room-for-misinterpretation move.
When the stagehand came up to give Ashton a minute warning, Avery and him reluctantly stepped apart, their hands dropping to their sides. “Don’t forget to put your contacts back in after your shower,” he reminded her.
“Thanks,” she smiled softly. “Hey, Ash?” she asked as he started to turn away, her fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“Yeah?” he asked, turning back around. The hand on his wrist tugged Ashton downwards, while her other hand snaked around his neck. She stretched up on her toes and Ashton didn’t hesitate to meet her halfway. With one arm wrapping instinctively around her back, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before cupping her face gently as their lips met. Electricity surged through him as the kiss went from tender and timid to hungry and passionate. And damn it all to hell, as quickly as they started, they had to stop.
“Break a leg, rockstar,” she breathed.
Ashton’s cheeks were already sore by the time he got behind his drum kit, every part of his body tingling. Whatever buzz he got from playing was nothing compared to the high of kissing her and the way she managed to be both completely in control while surrendering herself to him in the same breath. It was the confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to give in to those wants. And fuck if feeling wanted wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world.
I’ve got the best friends in this place,
And I’m holding on!
“Thank you! We’re 5SOS!” Luke shouted into the microphone.
“And we’re Lucky Mess! Good night. Houston!” Ajani finished.
They all took a bow and as they walked off, Ashton wrapped an arm around Avery, pulling her into him and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “You killed it, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear.
“Couldn’t have done it without you, rockstar,” she beamed up at him. And he knew she meant the song, but he also knew she meant more than that. And Ashton couldn’t help himself. He spun her into him, both of his hands cupping either side of her face and kissed her the way they would have kissed each other earlier if they had more time. They giggled against each other’s lips as their friends whistled and whooped their encouragement. One of her hands left Ashton’s hair to bat them out of their way as they made a beeline for the bunks, collapsing onto the covers and into each other. There was no way in hell they were giving each other up now.
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There was no need to voice what Ashton and Avery became to each other after that night. It felt good to just know where the other stood without having to say a single word. To know that they could just be two people finding a stillness in the other in the form of warm coffee mugs, stolen kisses, hearts beating in time, and nights spent tangled up in each other.
“Seems like things are going pretty well with you and Ash,” Calum spoke up as they all hung around the bus on one of their nights off, not looking up from his phone. Ajani was next to him doing Luke’s makeup while Michael and Avery played chess at the kitchen table.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Avery answered, not bothering to look over at the man.
“Good, cuz the whole world knows. Someone posted that little smooch he gave you last week at our Houston show,” Calum explained.
“Oh?” Avery asked while Ajani snatched Calum’s phone from him with a “Gimme that!”
“Rank?” Avery asked her.
“Off the charts. It’s really good.”
“And what are people saying?”
“Good things,” Ashton’s voice told her before pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“Oh, look at you all dressed up,” Avery told him grinning. His hair was damp from a quick shower, a short-sleeved pink button-up unbuttoned to a dangerously low level, and black dress pants. “Got a hot date?”
“Yes?” he asked in a hopeful tone, the green and gold dancing in his eyes.
Avery laughed. “Alright. Let me go grab my things.”
“What about our game?” Michael asked, crossing his arms.
“Hmm…” Avert looked at the chessboard, her tongue clicking in her cheek. “Checkmate,” she shrugged, moving one of her pieces and ending the game.
Michael’s green eyes blinked once before going wide. “How?! How do you always win?! Luke, stop getting pampered and come play with me!”
Avery laughed more as she got up from her seat and grabbed Ashton’s hand in hers.
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“This is actually really nice,” Avery told Ashton as they walked around downtown. “To do something we’d be able to do if we were home.”
“Complete with slack-jawed strangers,” Ashton joked, jerking his chin at the people whispering and pointing as the two of them walked by.
Avery laughed, pushing his shoulder. “Oh, be nice. At least no one’s alerted the press yet. Did you ladies want a picture?” Avery asked, turning around to the group of about five or so young women. They’d been following the pair for about the last block or so, trailing about fifty feet behind, giggling as they tried to gather the courage to speak up.
“Oh, my God, could we?!” one of them asked, while the others dug around for their phones.
“Yeah, of course.” Avery waved them over.
“So, are you guys like dating?” another one of them asked nervously as they started taking pictures.
“Yeah,” both Ashton and Avery answered, smiling at each other.
They continued to make small talk as pictures were taken. Then the group of women thanked the couple for their time and wished them well with the rest of tour.
“So, dating, huh?” Avery teased as they started walking again.
“You said it too,” he reminded with a giggle.
“Well, it’s the truth, right?”
“Course it’s the truth.”
“And it’ll still be the truth when we get back home, and all this goes away?” Avery asked, biting into her lower lip. She was realizing now that she hadn’t wanted to have the conversation of labeling what they were not because she was secure in what they had, but because she wasn’t. She didn’t want to hear the truth if the truth was that this meant more to her than him.
“Hey, look at me,” he said, stopping and spinning their bodies so they faced each other.
Avery held her breath as he leaned down and she stretched up on her toes to help him close the distance. His lips found hers, then her cheek where he licked a long stripe up the side of her face. “Ashton!” Avery squealed. “The fuck did you lick me for, you fuckin weirdo?!”
“There!” he grinned in triumph. “I licked you, so you’re mine now.”
“I am my own person, thank you very much, sir,” she grumbled, wiping at her face.
He giggled, “But?”
Avery grabbed his hand and sloppily licked the top of it. “But, if we’re marking things as ours, you’re mine, too.”
They were still giggling when they started to walk back up to the venue, finding paparazzi milling around. “You good?” he checked, pulling Avery closer to him.
“Are you?” she countered playfully. “Ash, it’s just some people with cameras. I’m used to this, or did you forget that your girlfriend also happens to be a talented musician?”
“I could never forget that.”
“Ashton! Avery!” they called out as the drummers got closer, cameras flashing. “Where’s everybody else?”
“Probably having a quiet night in,” Avery shrugged.
“And where are you guys coming from?”
“Just getting back from our date,” Ashton told them.
“Date?! Are you guys dating now?!”
“Yep,” they both answered. “Enjoy your night, guys.”
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Between the kiss at the Houston show, and the run-in with both fans and the paparazzi a week later, the news of Ashton and Avery dating spread like wildfire. So, when Avery's phone rang a few weeks later with a number she recognized despite deleting, she was slightly taken aback but not completely shocked.
Avery knew she should decline the call, but she hit accept. “Hello?”
“Hey, Av. You got a minute to talk?”
“I answered the phone, didn’t I?”
Drew let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you set aside the anger long enough to listen to what I have to say?”
“What’s left to say?”
“A lot, actually. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since LA. Seeing you again… I just miss you. I miss watching you in your element. I miss… everything. Everything about what we were. What we had. And I know I’m the one who fucked everything up. I made my peace with that a long time ago. But I want to try and stop myself from making another mistake. So, I broke up with Madison. Because I realized I didn’t want to give her the life I wanted to have with you. And… I guess I’m saying that life is still yours if you want it.”
“You are… unbelievable. You had years to realize this. Years to have this conversation with me. So, the fact that you’re having it now that you see me finally moving on—"
“I know,” he cut her off. “If I’m the villain in your story… That’s on me.”
She sighed. “You’re not the villain in my story. We just weren’t meant to be, and I finally learned why.”
“I really am sorry for how our story played out. And I wish you nothing but the best. I hope you can at least believe that much.”
“Thank you. And for what it’s worth, you’re not giving Madison my life by being with her. So go rectify that mistake while there’s still time. Bye Drew.”
“Bye Av.”
The line went dead, and Avery wiped at her face in irritation, letting out a small scream as she did so.
“You good?” Michael asked. With everybody off doing their post sound-check/pre-show routines, Avery had almost forgotten Michael was seated a few feet away from her playing on his Switch.
“Life would be a lot easier if you could just hate some people, you know?”
Michael laughed and set the game aside. “Yeah, but then you wouldn’t be you. So, he saw the pictures of you and Ash and finally realized he lost you for good, huh?”
“I swear do you guys just operate from the same script?” Avery asked as she moved to plop down beside him on the couch. She was grateful it was Michael instead of Ajani who had overheard the phone conversation with Drew. As much as Avery loved her best friend, she didn’t need a reminder that she was stupid for wasting any amount of energy mourning the man who had single-handedly blown up any future they might have shared.
“Yeah, we get this nifty little instruction booklet once we hit puberty. The ‘call her up and beg for a second chance once she’s moved on’ is right between ‘break her heart because you’re intimidated by her success’ and ‘what to do when she gives you a taste of your own medicine.’”
Avery laughed, then sighed. “Is it bad that I don’t hate him? I mean I hate what he did. But I don’t think that makes him a bad person. A bad ending doesn’t mean it was a bad story, you know?”
“Yeah, I get what you mean. I think breakups get a bad rep. That they’re these pressure cookers of angst. That the only way to ever get over it is to learn to hate them. But I think that’s a bunch of crap. Like some relationships don’t work. Doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the good anyway.”
“Sometimes I still think it’d be better if I could hate him, though. So, I don’t feel like this…”
Michael furrowed an eyebrow. “Uh-oh… can I not be your friend anymore because you’re about to break Ash’s heart? Man, I really liked having another only child friend to hang out with, too.”
“What? No!” Avery laughed. “God, no. I love Ash.”
“You do?!”
Avery blushed. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“Have you told him?”
“I don’t know how. Plus, I’m scared. What if he doesn’t feel the same?”
Michael snorted. “For one thing, I doubt that. Ash is completely head over heels for you, trust me. And for another, aren’t you a musician?”
“Yeah?”
“So, we got a whole stage full of instruments to help you tell him. Or I can distract you by being really bad at chess while you work up the nerve.”
Avery laughed again. “You’re actually a pretty decent chess player. You’ve just been playing against a really bad one for years, but don’t tell Luke I said that.”
Michael laughed with Avery. “Alright. Should I set up the board then?”
“Think I’m gonna give that talking through music thing a try first,” Avery told him, standing up and patting his leg. “But set it up anyway and we’ll try to squeeze in a game before we go on?”
“Deal. And hey, Avery?”
“Yeah?”
“I know putting your faith in someone new is hard. Especially after what you’ve been through. But don’t let that fear make you push Ash away. I don’t want to have to pretend to not like you.”
“You’re a good friend, Mike.”
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Ashton’s heart was racing in his chest as he caught his breath at the top of the stadium stairs. Fuck, this shit was steep. He used his arm to wipe the sweat off his face and when he turned to jog back down, he saw Avery making her way across the top of the stage.
Ashton frowned. Normally at this time she was tucked away on the bus, reading her way through the thick completed collection of Sherlock Holmes.
Ashton could see her pick up a guitar and start playing, but he couldn’t make out what it was as he started to jog back down the stairs.
I think that I’m all-in.
You’re perfect.
God, I need you.
Just say you need me too.
Her voice rang out. Why did she sound like someone just broke her heart? Ashton jogged faster down the stairs, jumping the last three at the bottom, his sneakers slamming into the concrete floor.
And I want you every night, to wrap my arms around you.
Say it a thousand times.
Come closer, oh come closer.
Maybe it’s a little too much. Whoa.
The more she sang, the less he recognized. Curious, and a little worried at the sudden burst of inspiration, he stopped, waiting for her to finish and notice him.
I don’t wanna fuck this up. Whoa.
I don’t wanna say too much. Whoa.
But I think, I think, I think.
I think I’m in love.
“Hey,” he said, smiled up at her. “Is that true?”
“Hey.” She returned the smile soft and a little sad.
“Is that true?” he repeated, nodding at her guitar. “What you were just singing?”
Her lips quivered as she nodded, a tear sliding down her face. She sniffed, quickly wiping the tear away. “Yeah.”
“Oh, sweetheart…” Ashton braced his hands against the stage floor, hoisting himself up. “Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?” He kept his voice soft as he moved to stand by her.
“Because… Drew…” Her voice shook, the doubt taking over.
“What about Drew?”
“He cheated. That’s how our relationship ended. And I’ve spent the past two and a half years trying to figure out how to get past that. And then with you… Everything has been effortless. So different from everything I’ve experienced before. In the best of ways. So, when it came to letting myself love you… I’m powerless to stop it. It’s like loving you was something I was always destined to do. And that terrifies me. It terrifies me how easy it is for me to love you. Because if you don’t feel the same… The only thing I ask of you is that when you break my heart, you do it nicely.”
“That’s not fair,” he chuckled softly.
“What’s not fair?”
“You don’t get the first kiss and the first I love you.”
“You love me?” Her voice came out small.
Ashton wrapped his arms around Avery, pulling her into him, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Of course, I love you,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers, seeing the swirling shades of green in her eyes that have transformed his life every day for the last eight months. “And I’m scared, too. I don’t ever want to fuck up what I have with you. Because you… Avery, you are worth everything I’ve been through. All of it, the good and the bad. And I want to keep facing everything with you, even if it’s scary. Because you’re my new beginning.”
Avery giggled, nudging her nose affectionately against Ashton’s. “That might be the cheesiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Ashton kissed her sweetly. “It doesn’t make it any less true. I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, rockstar.”
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Quarantine Cakes
pairing: Ashton Irwin x female OC
word count: 1.3k
A/N: Just want to point out that I know I’m not the best writer and this is just something light hearted I put together the other night. I wrote it because I wanted to write something for Ashton. It is pretty unrealistic and idealistic but it’s just something little that was kinda fun to write. Also let me know if I should explore these characters more. I kinda have an idea for a second part, so let me know if I should write it!
Sometimes love creeps up on you when you least expect it. She had all but given up on it, all her years and no one had taken a second glance. The last place she expected someone to was the grocery store in the middle of a quarantine.
She was standing in front of the display of cakes trying to decide if she should buy one or not when someone came and stood next to her, six feet away.
“Celebrating something?’ they asked, and she looked over, finding a very tall and attractive man standing there. He had on sweats and sweatshirt, just like her but his face was beautiful. He had medium length black hair and a bit of scruff and something about him just was beautiful.
“Not really,” she chuckled, snapping out of her gaze, noticing the smile on his lips. “Just wondering if I should buy myself a pity cake.”
“You stole my idea,” the stranger laughed, and his laugh was beautiful. It was so joyous and free and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him.
“I figured, if I’m home alone all these days, may as well have a cake to eat,” she shrugged.
“Exactly! And if I gain a little weight, who's gonna notice or care? Not me!” he smiled.
“You know, I was still debating whether or not I was actually going to go through with it, but you convinced me,” she says, opening up the cake case and picking out the nice circular one with yellow frosting flowers on it.
“Good, that way I don’t feel weird about buying one also,” he says as you move away from the case so he can grab one also. He picks a circular one too, this one with blue balloons on it.
As they both stand there with their cakes in hand for a second, she wonders what happens now. Do they go their separate ways, never to see each other again and just left with a fond memory?
“So, I take it you live around here?” the man asks, beginning to walk towards the checkouts.
“Yeah, just up the hill,” she answers as he gets to a checkout lane and lets her go first. She nods and smiles in thanks and puts her basket of items on the conveyor belt along with her cake.
“Nice, I live just a few blocks down,” he nods.
“So what are you doing to keep busy during all this?” she asks, after saying hi to the cashier.
“I’ve been writing music and promoting my bands new album,” he says after a second of hesitation.
“You’re in a band, that’s so cool! Have I heard about you guys?” she asks, grabbing her wallet from her purse and getting ready to pay.
“Maybe, we’re called 5 Seconds of Summer,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. She stops and thinks for a second, trying to place where she has heard that before.
“Oh! Did you have that song ‘love me till the day I die?’” she exclaims as it finally rings a bell.
“Yeah, we did. Youngblood. Although most people remember the chorus better,” he says with a large smile.
“Well, I guess that verse just stuck in my head,” she laughs as she pays for her groceries and goes to bag them, thanking the cashier. “So what do you do in the band?”
“I’m the drummer,” he says after saying hello to the cashier and putting his groceries down.
“Wow, so you must be really good. When did you guys start playing?”
“We started around 2012? We just released our fourth album,” he says and she can hear the pride in his voice.
“What’s it called? I’ll have to take a listen.”
“Calm,” he says with a smile. “So what have you been doing to keep busy?”
“Nice. Well, I haven’t been up to anything nearly as exciting. Just crafting and watching some old TV shows and well, going to class online.” she replies as she finishes putting her groceries in a bag and stands holding it, waiting for him.
“Oh, you’re in school?” he asks, looking over at her in interest.
“Yeah, I go to UCLA. I’m studying civil engineering,” she nods, a proud smile growing on her own face.
“That is so cool, like really cool. Sometimes I wish I had gone to uni. What year are you?”
“I’m a junior and I’m very glad I’m not a senior. Trying to figure out graduation and getting a job right now would be really hard.” she says, wondering why she is opening up to a stranger so much. Something about all of this just feels right though, and she doesn't regret it, even as her arms start to ache from holding her groceries so long. He thanks the cashier and walks closer to her, bagging his own groceries.
“That would be really hard. So you said your classes are online now, what’s that like?”
“Um, it was really weird for the first few days getting used to doing Zoom, but it’s getting a little better now. It’s just hard to stay motivated with everything that’s going on and being home alone.”
“Do you not have any roommates?” he asks, finished bagging and picking up his groceries. They begin walking out of the store as she answers.
“I do, but they went home since the rest of the semester is going to be online. My parents live around here so I could technically go be with them, but they’re older and I don’t want to put them at risk.” she explains, walking towards her car automatically.
“Yeah, I can understand that. I’m alone too. I do live alone but I’m usually out doing stuff with my bandmates or something everyday. It’s very different being stuck at home alone all the time.”
“Yeah, I’ve been facetiming my friends and my parents a lot but it’s just not the same as real human contact.” she agrees, unlocking her car as they get close.
“Yeah, that’s why talking to you right now is so nice.” he smiles at her.
“Yeah, it really has been nice to talk to you,” she smiles back.
“What do you say I give you my number and we can talk again some time?” he asks with a tilt of his head.
“I would like that,” she says, putting down her groceries in her trunk and grabbing her phone from her purse. He tells her his number and she puts it in her phone, going to put in a name and realizing she has no clue what this man’s name is. It makes her laugh and she looks up to see him looking at her oddly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just, I have no idea what your name is,” she laughs.
“Oh my gosh, we never exchanged names,” he says laughing with her. He gets a handle on his laughter first.
“My name is Ashton, it’s nice to meet you,” he says sillily with a little wave, as they are still standing six feet apart.
“I’m Charlie,” she says, finally getting a hold of her own laughter, also giving him a silly wave. “Nice to meet you too.”
“I enjoyed talking with you today Charlie,” he says and she gets a little thrill at the way he says her name with his slight accent.
“Me too Ashton. I’ll have to text you when I get home,” she replies. “But I really should be getting home with this milk and get it in the fridge. I was standing in front of those cakes for a few minutes before you came and convinced me to buy one.”
“I should probably get home soon too. It was nice to meet you though, and I will be looking for that text,” he says slowly walking backwards and in what she assumes is the direction of his own car.
She waves goodbye and gets in her car and starts it up with a smile on her face. There definitely was something there with Ashton that she wanted to explore. She was definitely going to be sending that text.
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Lie To Me - LRH
"I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me, I hope you lie to me."
This is a list of all the chapters of lie to me and will be updated as I post the new chapters :)) read on my Wattpad here
1 | Prologue
2 | Model Buses
3 | Heat Waves
started: 12/04/22
finished: ../../..
#5sos fic#luke hemmings#5sos#friendstolovers#love triangle#ashton irwin#best friends#ashtonirwin#calum hood#michael clifford#romance#fanfiction#fanfic#5sos angst#young adult#teen fiction#5sos luke#female song writer#luke hemmings x fem!oc
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Powerful {Luke Hemmings}
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Cq3TvD
by izzylightwood4life
Luke Hemmings x OC
Words: 1210, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV), 5 Seconds of Summer (Band)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, Emma Swan, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Original Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan Child(ren), Prince Charming | David Nolan, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Sleeping Beauty, The Seven Dwarves, Sleepy | Walter, Grumpy | Leroy, Happy (Once Upon a Time), Sneezy | Tom Clark, Dopey (Once Upon a Time), Doc (Once Upon a Time), Bashful (Once Upon a Time), Hades (Once Upon a Time), Original Child(ren) of Hades (Disney), Mulan (Once Upon a Time), Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Maleficent (Once Upon a Time), Queen of Hearts | Cora, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Victor Frankenstein | Dr. Whale, Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper, Pinocchio | August Booth, Tinker Bell (Once Upon a Time), Elsa (Once Upon a Time), Aurora (Once Upon a Time), Gaston (Once Upon a Time), Merida (Once Upon a Time), Cruella de Vil (Once Upon a Time), "Jekyll" Regina Mills, Wishverse Evil Queen | Regina, Wishverse Captain Hook | Detective Rogers, Wishverse Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time), Wishverse Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Wishverse Rumplestiltskin, Wishverse Emma Swan, Wishverse Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Wishverse Prince Charming | David Nolan, Wishverse Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Wishverse Mad Hatter (Once Upon a Time)
Relationships: Luke Hemmings/Original Female Character(s), Prince Charming | David Nolan/Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones & Henry Mills
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1800-Ashton, Press 0 to date this dork
Ashton Irwin x Female OC.
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The school day went by slowly but it was now the last class of the day and there was about an hour left of class. I sighed and looked at my Romeo and Juliet book and noted some pages,Ashton was...
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New Beginnings
Summary: Avery Ryan wanted three things from life— love, her career, and to feel like she wasn't ever sacrificing one for the sake of the other. But was that even possible?
Word Count: 5.5k
Part 2
Avery had too much adrenaline pounding through her body to really take in what her manager was saying. Most of it was directed at scolding Ajani for once again packing too many clothes anyway.
Avery caught Ajani’s eyes in the mirror as they got ready, Ajani making faces and silently mocking as Connie ran through the same lecture that she always gave them. Avery choked on a laugh, as Ajani finished getting ready, looking like an e-boy’s wet dream.
“Straight on the bus after, and no crowd surfing!” Connie said, emphasizing the last part of her order with a sharp look at Avery.
“One time! And you never let me forget it,” Avery laughed, as she smoothed the front of her skirt and gave herself one last look in the mirror. She knew Ajani always liked to tease that Avery looked more ready to stand in the crowd at Coachella, than be on stage performing. But there was the practicality feature of lightweight clothing making her less likely to overheat while performing. Plus, Avery always felt so ethereal on stage when the fans would swirl her skirts around, the stadium lights bright on her face, the music vibrating in her bones. Like some sort of bohemian fairy princess.
And she certainly felt that way when she came down the stage stairs after her set, a wide grin on her face, and a giggle bubbling up in her throat.
“So, no crowd surfing this time?” Ashton asked from the shadows. He had seen most of their set, which wasn’t part of his original plan. But when he had seen how alive Avery looked behind her drumkit, he found himself rooted in place, completely mesmerized. And when Avery and Ajani switched places midway through their set, he was as blown away by the transition as the crowd had been. It wasn’t abnormal for a drummer to share in the vocals or take part in guitar playing from time to time. But to dedicate half a set to each woman taking on the pivotal role of frontman? That was nearly unheard of.
Avery’s giggle turned to a shriek of surprise, not having expected him to be standing right off stage. For the tour, Ashton had reverted to his well-kept brown curls befitting of the Youngblood era. He had opted to keep his jumpsuits from his World War Joy days. And with the scruff gracing his jawline, he just needed a red bandana plastered on his head, and he would have hit every era.
Avery bit down on her lip at the very thought, and she fought to find the words to answer his question. “Management said no,” she laughed. “But if there’s ever a good-looking guy in the crowd, a girl just might have to rebel. Or a girl. I ain’t picky.” Avery laughed again when Ashton’s hazel eyes went wide with realization and even in the dim lighting backstage Avery could see his cheeks flush.
“You guys did great out there,” he complimented, his eyes soft and full of marvel as he gazed down at her.
With adrenaline still pumping through her veins, she placed her palm flat against his chest, feeling it pump strong and steady, and smiled up at him. “It’s a great crowd out there.” She moved to pull away, but he placed his hand over hers, keeping her in place. “You don’t need to be anywhere?” she asked him quietly.
He shook his head. “I’m right where I need to be.”
The pair of them stayed there in comfortable silence. Her hand remained pressed against his chest as his heart marked the time. They would have stayed rooted in place forever, slowly memorizing every inch of the other’s perfect face if a stagehand hadn’t interrupted them.
“Break a leg, rockstar,” Avery told him, as they unwillingly stepped away from each other. “Good luck out there, guys,” she directed at Calum, Luke, and Michael.
If the three men had been privy to Ashton’s moment with Avery, they gave no indication of how much they had witnessed as they flashed their smiles and offered their thanks as Avery moved passed them, heading for the dressing rooms.
“So did you fuck him?” Ajani asked when Avery joined her on the couch.
“What?!” she asked, breaking out in a nervous giggle.
“Ashton. Did you fuck him?”
“No! What the fuck?” Avery continued to laugh nervously.
“Oh, so just more flirting?”
“I’m not flirting with him! Geez, what’s gotten into you?”
“Oh, so that’s not drool in the corner of your mouth because you’re totally not into him, right?”
Avery hastily wiped her hand across her mouth. “Okay,” she started to relent. “Ash is…”
“Hot?”
“Someone I admire,” Avery corrected, “as a fellow musician and drummer. But I’m just trying to be a good co-headliner. Which is something you should be trying to be, too.”
Ajani waved her hand dismissively. “You’re trying to be a good co-headliner to Calum, Luke, and Michael, yes. But to Ash? Honey… Why can’t you just admit you like him already?”
“You know why,” Avery answered quietly.
“Is it because Drew cheated? Or because he’s engaged to the girl he cheated on you with?”
“Both! Neither! I… I don’t know. What Drew did… It hurt. And I lost a lot of myself in that process. And yeah, when he got engaged that fucked me up for a minute. And it still makes me so angry when I think too much about it. But I rebuilt. I healed as best I could, and I’m not willing to give up all that work. I’m not willing to lose part of myself for someone else to maybe love me. I want unconditional, or I want nothing. And I already have that,” Avery smiled playfully, reaching over, and giving Ajani a peck on the cheek.
Ajani’s cheeks flushed at the sentiment, but she rolled her eyes all the same. “You know what I mean, Ace. You want someone to make a family with.”
Avery shrugged. “Only if I get to keep all of this, too. Otherwise… I dunno. The only thing I want right now is a shower.”
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“Sounds like you guys killed it out there.”
Ashton stopped as he came down the stage stairs, turning to find Avery standing off to the side. Her hair still held traces of dampness, no doubt from the shower she had taken before her wardrobe change. Her tank top and skirt were gone in favor of a simple pair of black leggings tucked into heeled boots, and an oversized green sweater. Glasses Ashton had never seen framed her face, so instead of saying the polite thing like “Thank you,” he stupidly asked, “You wear glasses?”
She reached up to touch the frames, cursing under her breath as she did so. For someone who dressed so sweet, she sure did have a mouth. “I knew I forgot something! Damn it! Son of a bitch! Ugh…” Her body twisted in frantic movement as she thought aloud, “Do I have time? No, I don’t. Ugh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Whoa,” Ashton said, stepping forward and wrapping his fingers around her wrist. He held back a smile as he felt her instantly relax. “The glasses look fine. I just didn’t know you wore them.”
“It’s not that I don’t like my glasses. But the lights give me a headache, and when they bounce off my glasses it’s worse. So, I wear contacts a lot of the time. And I just… worked on autopilot. I’m used to doing the encore part before I change.”
Ashton chuckled. “Well tomorrow you won’t have to worry about that. As for tonight, I brought some essential oils with me that might help. Or just regular aspirin if that’s more your speed.”
“And I just might have to take you up on that offer. Although I had you pegged more as a sunshine type than a peppermint type,” she said, inhaling deeply.
“You think I smell like sunshine?” Ashton asked, a smile dancing across his lips as her cheeks flushed.
“Right now, I think you smell like peppermint,” she replied before ducking her head down. Then, even lower, to the point Ashton wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear or not, “I think you are sunshine.”
“Preemptive measure. They, uh… always warn you about going deaf, but no one ever mentions the headaches,” Ashton winked, letting her keep her second admission to herself.
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“Morning, sleepy head!” Avery’s perky voice chirped at Ashton as he stumbled off the bus, the gravel of the parking lot rough under his bare feet. “Come to join me for some yoga?”
Ashton offered a two-finger wave, and a small smile as he squinted, eyes still adjusting to the morning sun. “Morning,” he yawned as his eyes focused on the yoga mat beneath Avery’s own bare feet, before traveling upwards to the pair of gym shorts and sports bra she was wearing, glasses sliding down her nose. She kept perfect balance as she moved her hand to push the frames back up her nose. “Nah, I’ll get my workout in later. Thanks though,” Ashton told her.
“Right… you’re a pre-show workout type. So, what are you doing up so early for?”
“I could ask you the same thing. How long have you been out here?”
“About a half hour. You always sleep shirtless?”
Ashton stilled, remembering he was just in a pair of gray sweatpants. “You’ve seen me shirtless before,” he pointed out.
“Oh, it wasn’t a complaint. If you were looking to see the sun rise, you’re gonna need to get up a hell of a lot earlier.”
Ashton chuckled, holding back the comment that the sunrise had nothing on the way she looked in the soft morning glow. Damn, he was glad he had wandered outside first thing after getting up rather than going straight to the kitchen like normal. To think he had almost missed out on this. “Gonna make some coffee. Want some?” he asked, already knowing her answer.
“Love some. I’m almost done, so I’ll join you in a bit?”
“Yeah, course. Lots of cream and sugar, right?”
“Yes, please. Thanks, Ash.”
“Anytime,” he said, turning to head back inside the bus.
Ashton inhaled the smell of the coffee dripping into the pot, the aroma waking up his senses and he leaned against the counter. Ashton turned his head in the direction of the door opening, watching a smile break out across Avery’s face as she breathed deeply. “Smells good in here. Let me go put this away,” she said, lifting her mat, “I’ll help make breakfast.”
“I’ll be here,” Ashton grinned at her, before busying himself with taking out stuff to whip up breakfast with. “How do you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled with a pinch of salt, please!” was the answer from somewhere in the bus.
“So, did you always grow up in LA? Or did you move here like the rest of us out of towners?” he asked, as a way to keep the conversation going.
“Grew up in San Diego. So close enough I suppose.” Her voice grew closer as she reappeared. She reached up in the cupboards to pull down the mugs, stretching on the tips of her toes.
“I got it,” he said, grabbing them easily, and handing her two.
“I’ll have you know I’m taller than the average American female.” She fake-scowled as she took the mugs in her hands.
“By like what? A fraction of an inch?” Ashton teased.
“A whole inch,” was the clarification. “The average American female is five foot four. And I’m five foot five on the nose.”
“So, San Diego, huh? How long have you been in LA then?” Ashton asked as she passed back one of the mugs filled with coffee.
She leaned against the counter; her hands wrapped around her own mug as she took a sip. “About ten years. Moved here after high school for college.”
“Dorm life, huh?”
She nodded. “Dorm life, then apartment life with Ajani, and now my own little house with my cat.” She placed her mug down and opened the bread. “You a toast person?”
Ashton nodded, and she popped four slices in the toaster. “A cat, huh?”
She laughed. “Just the one. No plans for being a crazy cat lady.”
“So, who’s watching your cat while you’re here?”
“It used to be my ex cuz he lived with me and AJ. But now my parents take him for me.”
“All the way in San Diego? Geez, no siblings close by to help you out?”
“I’m an only child.”
“Cousins?”
“Nope. My parents are also only children. Super small family gatherings.”
“Sounds lonely.”
She shrugged, grabbing plates for our toast and eggs. “Sometimes. But I had plenty of friends and hobbies to keep me busy growing up. And then I got Az, my cat, when I moved into the apartment with AJ and my ex. And then my ex moved out. And then AJ did. And that’s when I got my house.”
“Is that why you want a lot of kids yourself?”
She chuckled softly. “I said I wanted kids, plural, yes. But I never specified how many. Can’t believe you remembered that.”
Ashton shrugged sheepishly. How could he forget anything about her? Especially the moment she had felt she trusted him enough to be vulnerable, even if it was only for a moment? “But definitely more than one?”
“Definitely. Like as much as I’ve grown to value my space, I also want to share it,” she grinned with a nod. Then, “Toast’s ready.” Two slices of toast were placed quickly on each plate. “How’re the eggs coming?”
“Coming right up,” Ashton said, turning off the stove. “Plate me?” He held out his hand, gripping the edges when he felt the weight of it on his palm.
“Thanks,” she said, as Ashton handed her back the plate. She set her plate on the table along with her coffee before going to the fridge. “Butter, jelly, or are you stubbornly Australian, and prefer vegemite on your toast?”
“Butter’s fine,” Ashton laughed as he took a seat at the table.
Avery set the butter down on the table before grabbing silverware from a drawer and sitting down across from Ashton in front of her own plate. “Thanks again for breakfast. Oh, and thanks for the oil last night. I think that’s the first time I ever accidently performed with my glasses on where I didn’t get the biggest headache afterwards.”
“Glad to help. Feel free to use it whenever. I leave it on my shelf in the bathroom,” Ashton told her as they dug into our breakfasts.
“Why would you leave your condoms in the bathroom?” Calum asked as he came into view.
Ashton choked on his bite as Avery’s hand froze halfway to her mouth. “Calum…” Ashton growled in warning.
“Just saying. Seems like a stupid spot for them.” Ashton could’ve slapped the cocky grin off Calum’s face. “Did you make enough breakfast for everyone, or just enough for you and your girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend?” Avery asked, eyebrows shooting up in shock.
“There should be enough for you too, Cal,” Ashton said in a clipped tone. It was usually Ashton and Calum who woke up first, so on tour Ashton had instinctively made enough breakfast for Calum as well. “How’d your call with your mum go?”
Calum shrugged as he made himself a plate. “Same old, same old. Drop by if our tour takes us home, give her best to Mali if we go that way, and tell you guys she sends you her best.”
“Tell Joy we say hi, and give her our best tomorrow, yeah?”
Calum nodded and joined them at the table.
“I’m sorry,” Avery piped up. “Calum, please send your mother our best and tell her thank you for wishing us well. But can we go back to this ‘girlfriend’ bit?”
“You’re not his girlfriend?” Calum asked her.
Both Ashton and Avery replied with a “No.”
“Hmm… could’ve fooled me. You’re single aren’t you, Avery?”
“Yes…”
“Hmm,” he said again. Then, “Gay? No judgment if you are.”
“Bi, actually.”
“Is Ash too old for you?”
“We’re the same age.”
“Hmm.”
“Cal?” Ashton asked.
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
The bassist held up his hands defensively. “Just making conversation.”
Avery offered Calum a tight-lipped smile and pushed back from her seat. “I’m gonna go grab a quick shower. But, uh, you guys… keep on conversing.” She quickly rinsed off her dishes before scurrying out of the kitchen area with a quick, “Thanks again for breakfast, Ash. Morning, Cal.”
When she fully disappeared, Ashton slugged Calum on the arm. “Ow!” Calum yelped, rubbing where Ashton’s fist had landed. “What the fuck was that for?!”
“What the fuck do you think it was for?!” Ashton snapped. “Condoms?! Girlfriend?! It’s barely the second day of tour, Cal! Lay off!”
“Are you saying that you aren’t attracted to her? That you don’t want to date her?”
“I’m saying it’s the second day of tour, and I’ve known her for like four months.”
“All I heard was that you’re too scared to make a move.”
“Right now? Yes. God, let me get to know the girl first.”
“I believe that what’s dating is for.”
Ashton hit him again before leaving Calum alone at the table.
Calum was still rubbing his arm when Ajani made her appearance. “Someone’s not a morning person,” Ajani snorted.
“Not enjoying being abused isn’t the same as not being a morning person.”
“Aw, I’m already late for abusing Calum hour? Damn it.”
“Ha-ha,” Calum deadpanned. “Question. How am I the asshole for trying to steer my friend in the direction of happiness?”
“Ash and Ace?” Ajani guessed.
Calum clicked his tongue in his cheek. “Bingo. I don’t get their deal. I mean, they obviously like each other, right? Like I’m not the only one seeing how they are around each other, am I?”
“Look. I can’t speak for your boy, but I know Ace. And unless Ash pulls another move like he did at the party where he gave her a fake invite time to get more time with her, whatever they got going on is going to stay exactly how it is.”
Calum scoffed. “That was actually me. I stole his phone.”
The corner of Ajani’s mouth quirked up in a grin. “Nice move. Got any other tricks Mr. Mastermind?”
“Aside from blatantly pestering them and getting slugged for it? Not a one. What about you? Any ideas on how to get Avery to make a move?”
“Pfft,” Ajani waved off. “Fat chance of that happening. Her ex did a number on her ability to trust men. So, it’s like I said. Ash has to be the one to make the first move if anything is gonna actually happen.”
“So, how to we make that happen? Preferably in ways that don’t get me bruised.”
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“Are you excited for the show?” Ajani asked Avery. Avery’s soft red hair framed her face and her contacts for the show were already in. She barely wore any makeup besides her lip stain, but the soft look was gorgeous on her. She had on a boho style romper and sandals that Ajani had been insistent about Avery wearing.
“Yeah, I am. I just don’t see why we needed to leave the bus so early,” Avery sighed, looking longingly at her book that laid discarded on the coffee table.
“You literally told me yesterday I need to try and be a good co-headliner. So, c’mon. Show me how it’s done, Miss Friendly.”
Avery just groaned as she got up to follow Ajani. “I just wanted to finish my chapter!” she fake-whined.
Ajani rolled her eyes just as she saw Ashton come up with Calum leading him.
“Hey guys!” Ajani waved, suspiciously chipper.
“Oh, hey, Lucky Mess!” Calum said in an equally suspicious tone.
“Hey, AJ,” Ashton said to Ajani first before he looked over to Avery. “Oh, um,” Ashton titled his head to the side, speaking solely to Avery, “That’s, uh, a nice tattoo, by the way. Been meaning to tell you that.”
“Thanks!” Avery’s face instantly brightened, as she followed Ashton’s gaze to the small green 4-leaf clover on her collarbone. Any chance to talk about having Irish heritage she took, “I’m Irish-American!”
“Really?”
“Yeah!”
“I have some Irish in me, too!” Ashton said, a smile splitting apart his face.
“I don’t remember putting it in you,” Avery flirted.
Ashton laughed, and the two of them fell into an easy flirty banter. Ajani and Calum shared a covert smile as they stepped to the side to give their friends some privacy until a stagehand informed Ashton and Calum that it was show time.
And while Avery knew Ajani had witnessed her entire conversation with Ashton, she was surprised her bandmate waited until the women were in the dressing room before saying anything.
“You ready to admit that you totally flirted with Ashton?” Ajani asked as she twisted and turned in front of the mirror of the dressing room, admiring her outfit from every angle.
Avery laughed, giving her head a small shake, as she grabbed her book up off the coffee table. She was going to finish this damned chapter before she went on, that was a guarantee. “Yeah, I’m totally flirting with him. Oh, my God, do you think he likes me? Do you think he’ll ask me to the school dance?” Avery adopted her best Valley girl voice for the bit, which she did— regrettably so— really well.
Ajani laughed with her. “I don’t remember putting it in you?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t he be putting it in you?”
“Oh, my God!” Avery groaned, sinking as low as she could onto the couch. “I can’t believe I said that. Badly executed joke.”
“He still laughed,” Ajani pointed out.
Avery rolled her eyes. “Yeah, out of politeness, probably. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever met a sweeter human being. He really goes above and beyond for people.”
“Avery Ryan? Queen of Selflessness denouncing her throne? I am shooketh.”
“Do people really think that of me?”
“Helga Hufflepuff ain’t got shit on you.”
Avery snorted at the reference. Then, worriedly, “Have I ever let people take advantage of that?”
Ajani shook her head. “No, Ace. You have one of the biggest hearts I know, but you’re no pushover. You’ve always gone after what you want. Just what you usually want is for others to be happy.”
“Making people happy makes me happy,” she shrugged.
“Looks like Ashton’s making you mighty happy right now,” Ajani suggested not so subtly.
“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Avery asked with a roll of her eyes. Then she sighed, “Okay, maybe I am flirting with him. And maybe he’s flirting back. Or maybe he isn’t. Maybe he’s just nice. But it doesn’t matter because it doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything.”
“And why can’t it?” Ajani pressed. “What’s really stopping you from letting yourself be happy with Ash?”
“Cal.”
“Cal?” Ajani asked, eyebrows shooting up. That was not the answer she was expecting.
“Cal called me Ash’s girlfriend this morning. And Ash got defensive about it. And sure, there’s a million different reasons Ash could have gotten defensive. I mean, I got defensive too. But…”
“But you can’t risk the reason Ash getting defensive being because he doesn’t actually like you.”
“I can’t risk allowing myself to trust anyone the way I trusted Drew.”
“So, trust Ash differently.”
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Avery grinned as she hit accept on the call from Drew. “Hey! I was just about to call you!”
On the other end, Drew said nothing.
“Babe? Everything okay?”
“I— I need to tell you something. Are you free to talk for a bit?”
“Yeah… What’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“I— there’s no easy way to say this. So, I’m just gonna say it, and I need you to just listen, okay?”
“Okay…”
“I slept with Madison. I— I was out with some friends, and she was there. And I’m not really sure how it all happened. But I slept with her. And I know I fucked up, and I’m so fuckin’ sorry it happened. But… Av… I…”
Avery’s head spun as she tried to process Drew’s confession. Anger, betrayal, disappointment, and hurt mixed together into an emotional tailspin. And then heart shattering realization. “You’re in love with her…”
“I love you, Av.”
“But you’re in love with her.”
“I’m so sorry…”
Avery stilled, understanding what he wasn’t saying. That there was no coming back from this. Everything they had meant to each other, all their daydreamed plans for their future. Gone. How did she begin to recover from her life changing during a phone call? How did she start moving on from the promises broken? “If your stuff isn’t out of the apartment when I get back, I’m burning it.” Her voice came out cold, foreign, and harsh. And then she ended the call before Drew could respond. Only then did she start screaming.
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After her chat with Ajani, Avery ran back out to the bus to dab some of Ashton’s peppermint oil on her. The smell mixed in with her natural scent of lavender, wrapping her in a calm and soothing aroma. Her book chapter would have to wait for some other time.
Before she went to hang out backstage and watch the end of 5SOS’ set, Avery went over to the concession stand for a water. She knew she could get it for free backstage, or off the bus, but she liked contributing to the various venues when she could shake security.
As Avery was headed back to the tune Lonely Heart when she spotted the familiar figure walking in her direction her, a smile plastered on his face. He was dressed much like he always had in blue jeans and a t-shirt with a leather jacket thrown over it. Although to his credit, his t-shirt bore Lucky Mess’ logo across the chest. His hair was still that of an unruly cloud of sandy colored locks, and his eyes were still the color of sapphires. Avery hated the way her heart hammered erratically in her chest.
“Avery?” Drew asked, in slight confusion and with a small trace of fear.
“Oh, hey!” Avery greeted, her own voice awkwardly high-pitched. “Madison,” she said, trying not to choke on the name as she nodded at the woman by Drew’s side.
Madison forced a smile. “I’m gonna go grab us something to drink. Meet you back at the seats?” she told Drew, not waiting for a reply before walking off.
Drew ran a hand through his hair, giving a short, nervous laugh. “So…”
“So…” Avery repeated, rocking back on her heels.
“You look good.”
Avery made a face. “Ew. Don’t do that. We don’t need to do whatever this is.”
“Can I start another life with you?”
Drew’s face fell. “Listen… I— I really am sorry for how everything turned out.”
“Oh my God! You’re sorry?! Wow!” Avery gasped in fake shock. “I don’t care,” she deadpanned.
“Av…” Drew sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m trying to be civil here.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m going to be civil back. I don’t owe you shit. You’re the one who fucked up. You’re the one who threw 6 years away. And your apologies and reasoning don’t erase that. And just because you apologize doesn’t mean I have to accept it or forgive you. Because I don’t. Your words don’t mean anything to me anymore, and you have only yourself to blame for that.”
“Avery…”
“Bye, Drew. Enjoy your night.”
“Lonely. It ain’t nothing new. Nothing new to me.”
“Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Ajani asked when Avery collapsed on the couch next to her in the dressing room a few moments later.
“He’s here… with her…”
“Drew?! With what’s-her-face?!”
“Yep…” Avery stared lifelessly up at the ceiling, the adrenaline of her encounter making her shake.
“Do you want to punch something?” Ajani asked. “Do you want me to punch him? Do you want Ashton to punch him? Oh, that’d be good. Ashton would lay him out flat probably. Man, I’d pay to see that shit.”
Ajani’s rambling was meant to distract Avery, but she didn’t need a distraction. She needed the steady silence of a heartbeat. “No,” Avery muttered darkly, springing to her feet, and storming back out of the dressing room.
“Hey! Killer crowd out t— whoa! You alright?” Ashton asked as he came off stage, grinning and sweaty.
“Can I?” Avery asked, placing her hand over his heart. It was pumping fast with the adrenaline of his performance, its pace matching her own.
“Here, let’s at least get out of everyone’s way.” He placed his hand over hers, holding it there as he moved them off to the side. “There. So, what happened? Do I need to call security on someone?”
Avery laughed at the thought of security escorting out a bewildered Drew and his cheerleader fiancée. “No,” she answered, shaking her head. “I just need to steady myself.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“You really wanna hear how I just ran into my ex and his fiancée?” she asked sadly.
He winced, air hissing through his teeth. “Damn. You sure you don’t want me to call security?”
Avery allowed a small smile as both their hearts began to slow. “Nah. I’m good.”
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Nowhere else I’d rather be,” she answered honestly.
Avery looked up to find that soft smile and his dimple. It made her smile wider, her own dimple no doubt showing. “Have I ever told you that you have the cutest dimple?” he asked.
“Please,” she scoffed. “Have you seen yours?”
He chuckled softly, his chest rumbling underneath her hand. She dropped her gaze to notice his hand was still holding hers against him. “I see you found the oil just fine?”
“What?” Avery asked in confusion as her eyes traveled from their hands back up to his eyes. “Oh! The peppermint oil! Right! Yeah. Thanks. Remind me when you start running low, and I’ll buy you a new bottle.”
“Nah, don’t even worry about it. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“No. But I will be,” she told him. “It’s just hard to see him have the life we wanted together with the girl he replaced me with.”
“It might have been what you wanted, but maybe it wasn’t what you needed.”
“Oh yeah? And what do I need, Oh Wise One?” she teased.
“You tell me.”
Avery didn’t tell him that she needed this moment with him, her hand pressed to his chest, his heartbeat the only reminder of time passing as they stilled each other. Something in the way Ashton kept her hand pressed to him let Avery know she didn’t need to. And that maybe, just maybe, he needed this moment just as much as she did.
She took that stillness and transformed it into confidence during her set with Ajani later in the evening. “How we doing out there, LA?!” Avery asked into the microphone, taking out one earbud to hear the crowd yell back their response. “That’s what I like to hear! So… in case you haven’t figured it out by now, we’re Lucky Mess!” She laughed as the crowd erupted in cheers again. “And we’re on day 2 of this beautiful tour with 5 Seconds of Summer! Give it up for them! They were amazing, weren’t they?!”
As more cheers rang out in the stadium, Avery looked back at Ajani, giving her a knowing smile. “Now, this tour… It’s a very special tour because, as you could probably guess, we’re all about new beginnings here on the New Beginnings Tour! But… here’s the thing… for there to be a new beginning, usually something else has to end. And my mother— a very wise woman— is always telling me that when something ends, I gotta pay my respects. Wish someone well, that sort of stuff, you know? And for the most part, I agree with my mother. But every now and then you find yourself wishing a little hell.”
The crowd lost their minds as Avery and Ajani started playing their next song.
Bet you think you’re the man.
Breaking hearts in your hand.
But to me, that’s bullshit!
“I wish you hell!” Avery, Ajani, and the crowd finished together. Avery panted into the microphone, catching her breath.
“Whew!” Ajani spoke into her own microphone. “You know Ace, I think that’s my personal favorite from our Sincerely, Fuck You album. But you know what’s nice about wishing someone hell?”
“Being able to shake it off? Fuck yeah, let’s go!”
My ex man brought his new girlfriend
She’s like “Oh, my God!”
But I’m just gonna shake.
And to the fellow over there with the hella good hair
Won’t you come on over, baby?
We can shake, shake, shake.
Avery caught sight of Ashton standing in the wings off stage, his attention fully fixated on her. And though she sang for the crowd’s benefit, the way she crooked her finger at him, beckoning, he knew that her focus was also shifting to see only him.
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Lie To Me - 2 | Model Buses
"Need any help?" Michael asked from the living room, tilting his head back to look at Ivy.
"No, I'm good. Can you just ask everyone what drinks they want when they come down?" Michael nods, getting up from his place on the couch as Ivy brought through the pizza boxes and laid them all out on the coffee table.
Ivy ran up the stairs, going into her and Calum's room first. Luke was on Calum's bed with a guitar laid across his chest, lightly strumming it while staring at the ceiling, mumbling something about someone lying to him. He has a beautiful voice.
Calum was too entranced in his video game to even notice that Ivy had walked in but the other dirty blonde boy sat up, placing his guitar against Calum's wall. "There's pizza downstairs," Ivy said as she stood in the doorway, waiting for at least an acknowledgement from Calum.
Luke leaned forward, hitting him on the back of the head and the dark-haired boy's head jerked forward, his headphones falling off with a clatter against his keyboard.
Calum grunted at Luke, swatting him away, "almost done," Calum murmured and Luke got up from his seat on Calum's bed. He followed Ivy out in the hallway, Ashton emerging from his room at the mention of pizza.
They all make their way down the stairs, gathering around the small coffee table in the centre of the living room, Michael placing down drinks for everyone.
Calum finally decided to join them after five minutes, complaining that his pizza had gone a bit cold but only he was to blame.
They always tried to make an effort to eat together, they all especially loved going out to eat at restaurants and once a week they would go out to get ice cream at their favourite shop not far from their house.
It had become routine at this point, it was where Ashton and Ivy would go after school some days to hang out, still in their uncomfortable school uniforms.
Ivy and Ashton's friendship was always growing stronger with everything they went through together. It's almost as if one of them was upset, the other would be too.
They know each other well enough to know how their brains work, more than they do themselves.
From the moment Ivy and Ashton sat next to each other in first period English - Ivy was always thankful that she had English first on a Monday, she'd always loved it and was her favourite subject. They knew they'd take a particular liking to each other.
Ivy liked how Ashton was very sweet and seemed to always be smiling, she's always loved his kind and inviting eyes. She loved how his hair was soft, curly and shaggy.
Ashton liked how Ivy always seemed to be prepared and put together no matter how stressful or chaotic things were. He admired her hope in unfortunate situations - she probably learned it from some book she'd read. He admired her love for books and he always found how she would always be reading romance novels quite strange even though her perception of what love was very tainted by her parents.
That's when they grew a lot closer - when her parents had trouble.
She'd always be staying over at his and they both loved it that way. She loved the chaos and how strange it felt to get ready for school at someone else's house.
Ashton's parents always loved Ivy and would always love having her over. Ash's mum was especially kind to her because she'd always wanted a daughter (not that she doesn't love Ashton). She was terrified to have another kid since there were complications in her pregnancy with Ashton and doctors said it would be best to not have any other children.
She was content with Ash, his mum loved him unconditionally.
And when the other guys started hanging out at Ashton's house, Ivy seemed to stay away from them. She was intimidated at how confident and outgoing they all were.
She'd always been captivated by Luke, though. He was always so calm, much like her in many ways. They always had lots in common and that's probably why they got on so well.
Calum, Michael and Luke all noticed how she was always at his house but didn't say anything. They all kind of knew what went on with her parents, everyone did much to Ivy's dislike.
Her dad was horrible to her and her mum. Her mum wasn't the best at dealing with both their anger, either. She would always pick fights with him and heavily regret it later. It wasn't so much her fault, more her dads for being so hostile all the time.
Ivy always knew they were once in love but it seemed since she was born that their relationship fell apart. Ivy's mum would always tell her it had nothing to do with her. She knew she wasn't the cause of it directly but her dad was never as eager to have children as her mum was.
She saw the pictures of her mum and dad when her mum was pregnant with her. Her mum always looked so excited, her dad did too but he wasn't ready for it.
The last straw for Ivy was when they would get physical with each other. She would hate overhearing their arguments and still managed to hear every word they said to each other no matter how hard her mum tried to keep her dad quiet in an attempt to not disturb her.
But when Ivy saw her dad smash a wine bottle against the wall out of anger that was when she realised she was no longer safe there.
She stayed over at Ashton's for nearly three months before her mum decided to move away from Australia, leaving everything behind - even her daughter - and moved to London.
Ivy never held any resentment toward her mother until she moved to the other side of the world with very little notice.
She had to hear it from Ashton's mum which stung. A lot. She couldn't even have the decency to call and tell her.
She cut ties with her mum and dad after all of that and hasn't looked back since.
There was a lot of damage done to the girl. She was only sixteen at the time and was already confused and pressured enough with exams.
She was supposed to have lots of great friends, go to parties and drink for the first time, hook up with random guys and take long walks on the beach in the summertime.
But instead, she had her headphones at full volume to block out all the shouting, and she would watch as her tears fell on the pages of her favourite romance novels.
She always longed for a love like the ones in her books, they seemed so perfect in the good times and even in the bad time they would figure it out together and get their perfect happily ever after.
It didn't take long for her to realise that it was strictly fiction, nothing like that could be real life.
There was a small amount of hope left in her, but it was tiny and even if she was to fall for someone it would take a lot of self battle for her to come to terms with it due to the damage from witnessing the train wreck of her parents relationship.
The one thing she did get from her daydreams was the great friends.
"Ashton, why does Ivy never join us?" Calum asks, curious as to why the beautiful and timid girl never really joins in on their conversations. If she is there she would sit on her favourite armchair, daydreaming about something. It was quite obvious she was always deep in thought, longing for something better to come from her life.
"She's scared of you guys," Ashton stated plainly. She wasn't scared of them per se but she was somewhat nervous to be around them. It was nothing they'd ever done, they just seemed complete opposites. They were in many ways but they're closer than ever now.
"Scared of us?" Michael asked, sitting up more, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, not scared. She's just... I don't know. She feels out of place I guess." Ashton shrugged.
"Well tell her we wanna see more of her cause from what we've heard from you she's the most amazing person in the world." Luke smiled at Ashton, recalling the many conversations they'd have about the girl.
"She is," Ashton looked at his hands, smiling and nodding. He claimed she was the best thing to ever happen to him.
Just as they were talking about her she came into the kitchen, opposite the living room, getting a glass of water for herself. "Ives?" Ash turned to her.
She lifted her head at the mention of the nickname Ashton gave her when they were young. "Do you guys need anything?"
"No, no. Come sit with us," Ashton patted the spot next to him and Ivy walked over to them, happily sitting and listening to them talk about what songs they wanted to write and the dreams they had for the band.
"What do you think, Ivy?" Michael asked her and she lifted her head, looking toward him, completely clueless as to what they were talking about.
She was too busy thinking about her situation at home.
She felt included with them, even if she just sat and listened. "Do you think we're ready to book a gig?"
"Yeah, of course. You all sound really good from what I've heard," Ivy smiled, glancing at Luke.
She noticed he didn't talk much and she thought it was because she was there.
It was, just not in the way she thought...
He was entranced by her. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her and how Ashton described her made him more enchanted by her. She was living up to the very high expectations Ashton had set.
And she was beautiful too, her rosy cheeks and hazel eyes matched her personality perfectly. It seemed as if she was crafted so carefully that everything fit her personality perfectly. She looked so perfect.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
They walked into the ice cream shop, Luke holding the door open for everyone.
Ashton's arm was draped over Ivy's shoulder, resting his head against hers. She looked so cosy all bundled up in Michael's huge puffer jacket, a weird scene in Australia for summer. She also had Luke's sunglasses perched upon her head which earned a few strange looks combined with the jacket.
"Why do you even have this on, it's so warm," Ashton laughed at the girl beside him.
"I'm a cold person, Ash. You should know this by now." It was true, she was always freezing.
"You three go get a seat, me and Luke will get the ice cream," Ashton said, letting go of Ivy, Calum instead, linking their arms together.
They found a space in one of the booths, Ashton sliding in next to Ivy, Calum and Michael sitting opposite them.
Michael glanced over at both of the boys, ordering what they all usually get. "Why does Luke stand like that?" Michael smiled, looking at both of the boys.
They all turned to look at the two boys, he and Ash looked so out of place in the pastel themed ice cream shop. Their dark clothes clashed tremendously with the soft coloured decorations.
Ashton had on his black patchwork jacket that Ivy had gotten him and black jeans.
Luke had on a red and black plaid shirt, the few top buttons were undone to show off his new necklace that he got at some market Ivy and Calum dragged him to. Luke was so tall and lanky, his broad shoulders would be intimidating to anyone.
They walked over with the ice creams, placing them all down on the table, Luke situated himself in front of Ivy, beside Michael and Ivy was sandwiched between Calum and Ashton.
They talked and talked until there was nothing else to discuss. It was late into the night when they got back to the house, so late that the ice cream shop had to kick them out because they were closing for the day.
Luke opened the door, shoving the keys into his back pocket as they walked through the hallway, everyone dispersing into different areas of the house.
Michael and Calum went off to play Mario Kart and Luke, Ashton and Ivy went through to the kitchen.
Ivy got a glass out of the cupboard, pouring herself some water. "I'm gonna go to bed now," Ivy said quietly, scurrying over to the two boys, pulling them in for a hug, and saying goodnight.
She quickly passed by the living room to say goodnight to the other two, earning a mumble from them both in unison. Ivy rolled her eyes and went behind them, giving them both a kiss on the cheek. Michael smiled and let out a cute giggle while Calum kissed her on the cheek back.
"I'm gonna got to bed too," muttered Luke, leaving the kitchen with a yawn. Ashton smiled, wished him a goodnight and went to sit with Michael and Calum.
"Ivy?"
"Yeah," Ivy turned to see the tall dirty blonde in the doorway of her and Calum's shared bathroom.
"Doesn't matter," he brushed off what he was going to say, partially forgetting, the tiredness taking over his mind. "Goodnight." He walked up to her while she brushed her teeth, giving her a tight hug.
"See you in the morning, Luke." Ivy smiled as he left, rubbing his eyes, already taking his jeans off, obviously becoming uncomfortable.
Ivy rolled her eyes and smiled at him, finishing up brushing her teeth, and quickly washing her face before climbing into bed with a loose shirt on.
The sound of Luke's singing from down the hallway helped her fall asleep.
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Lie To Me - 1 | Prologue
Luke was leaning against the wall of Ivy and Calum’s bedroom doorframe, his arms crossed across his bare chest, admiring the way Ivy’s hazel eyes glided across the pages of her book, taking in every single word.
Luke has always noticed the littlest details about her, how she likes her tea in the morning different from how she takes it at night, the way her eyes squint when reading things that she doesn't quite understand the first time - even though she has perfect vision. He realises how her lips look fuller and her eyes look more vibrant and glassier late at night than any other time of the day.
Ivy didn’t even notice Luke was standing there, she was too entranced in the soft, quiet music playing from Calum’s speaker and the printed words on the hundreds of pages. Luke had lost track of how many minutes he’d been standing there, also being submerged in the music that Cal had left playing while he’d gone downstairs.
Calum, Ashton and Michael were downstairs, no doubt playing video games from the amount of shouting and screaming that could be heard despite it being the early hours of the morning, quite obviously drunk from how much rowdier they usually were. Ivy was the only one who hadn't drunk tonight, she normally would but everything seemed so peaceful tonight and she wanted to savour it.
Their neighbours hated them and made it very apparent. No one could blame them. They were a really noisy bunch with all the instruments, music and video games.
“Ivy,” Luke whispered as he ventured into their room deeper, making sure that Ivy was at the end of the chapter she was reading to not disrupt her trance too much.
She hummed in response, placing the book on her bedside table whilst feeling the bed dip at her feet. Luke was shirtless as usual, his broad shoulders and muscular back on full display. Ivy was wearing a tank top and the matching shorts that Ashton had bought her for her Birthday a while back.
She adored the set and its soft and lightweight material brought her immense amounts of comfort. Ivy always made sure she was the one to wash them in case one of the other boys washed them at the wrong temperature or shrunk them somehow.
It was a calm and tame summer night in Sydney, Australia. The moon was full and bright, lighting up the night sky vibrantly, radiating a silver ring around the huge sphere in the sky. It was truly a beautiful sight accompanied by the stars dotted around it.
“Do you want me to tell them to shut up so you can have a little peace?” Ivy could tell from how glossed over his eyes were that he was slightly drunk and very tired from how low his voice was.
“No, it's alright. I quite like their noise, to be honest.” Ivy flashes him her breathtaking smile and he nods, understanding completely what she meant, it's quite comforting to hear them laughing and screaming downstairs or from their rooms.
Luke and Ivy were the quiet ones in their group but they loved the entertainment and loud nature that the others had. “Calum will be up soon I would imagine,” she kept her voice low and quiet despite the loud noises from downstairs. She preferred to have a quieter and more peaceful atmosphere when with Luke, it was what fitted their dynamic best.
He was more of a sit back quietly and observe type of guy, always has been. When Ivy first met him she thought he hated her because he was so quiet and didn’t speak much but now Luke is who Ivy is closest with besides Ashton.
Ashton and Ivy have been friends for years, since the start of high school. Ashton was the one to introduce everyone to each other.
Ashton and Ivy went to a different school than the other guys and Ashton met Luke, Michael and Calum by starting the band. Ivy was their number one supporter and decided to drop out of school and go on tour with them. Everywhere they went, she went and they all loved it that way.
They were currently on their 3-month break from tour, back home in Sydney. Everything seemed so much more peaceful and settled now than they were back home but they all loved the buzz of packing and leaving, the screaming crowds and the constant change.
It could be quite exhausting at times but they wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Luke hummed, suddenly growing extremely tired and wrapping his arms around Ivy’s waist, pressing his face against her chest.
Ivy laughed the tiniest bit, “You’re such a baby, Luke.” She ran her hand through his hair, damp from the pool and shower, lightly grazing his forehead which he loved, humming and burying his face further in her chest.
“Your tits make a nice pillow,” Luke chuckles and he can feel Ivy’s chest vibrate beneath his chest as she laughs and Luke lifts his head, giving her a sleepy smile. The sight in front of her made her stomach flutter. Ivy adored when Luke was tired, he was so much more delicate and sweet in the later hours of the day.
She moves further up the bed, readjusting the pillows to get more comfortable with him. Luke always has been and always will be an extremely affectionate person. There was nothing he loved more than someone running their fingers through his hair, there was nothing more comforting to him, especially when it was Ivy. There was something about her demeanour that was so tender and tranquil to him.
His eyes became heavier by the second, his long eyelashes brushing Ivy’s soft olive skin lightly. “Can I just stay in here for the night?”
“Of course,” Ivy said as she grazed his jaw with her fingers, Luke hummed again at the sensation, in pure bliss.
Ivy wanted him to stay. She loved the feeling of his warm skin against hers. His arms were secured under her, his fingers splayed across his back and his other hand laid on her hip, scrunching the fabric of her shorts between his fingers, playing with the waistband of her shorts, his thumb rubbing delicate circles on her thigh.
Luke wasn’t thinking straight from how tired he was and Ivy was shocked at how his hand caressed her thigh so delicately, sure she was used to him cuddling up on the couch but the furthest it went was laying on her chest with his arms dangling by her sides.
But now, it felt more intimate. Ivy blamed it on the alcohol in his system and his sleepiness. He was a sappy and emotional drunk and even when he was sober he sought out affection wherever he could get it.
And with Ivy, he loved it, even more than anyone else. He loved the guys and how they would huddle up together on the couch from time to time but there was something about how soft and delicate Ivy was compared to him that he loved.
He loved the way her frame was much smaller than his and the way she would trace shapes on his back, scratching the broad and smooth skin of his shoulders.
And also, especially at that moment, his tipsy mind was taking over as he indulged in the fact that the small tight tank top she was wearing wasn’t hiding anything, making it plain as day that under the thin fabric she was wearing nothing.
Normally he wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at that fact but if he was being completely honest with himself he was deprived of female attention, not because he couldn’t get any but because he didn’t seek any or care for it too much.
“Luke?” Ivy glanced down at him as he ran his hands along her sides delicately, being careful to be light with his motions. He hummed, not tearing his eyes away from the sight in front of him of how perfectly his hands fit around her.
She was confused about where this came from. He had never been like this with her before, and he was gentle with her and she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it.
He whimpered, his eyes shutting in pure bliss, his head falling to her chest as Ivy lightly tugged at his hair, smoothing the strands away from his face, looking at his beautiful ocean blue eyes. “You know, I’ve always loved your eyes, Luke, since the first day I met you,” Ivy whispered, hoping she could get a better look at them as he tilted his head up toward her to see her gaze fixated on him.
Her words pulled at his heart in the best but worst way possible.
“You have the cutest nose I’ve ever fucking seen,” Luke said, his voice quiet and it was prominent he was fighting sleep.
“You’re tired, Luke. Get some sleep,” Ivy started stroking his hair again and he went back to his original position on her chest, closing his eyes. He indulged in the heavenly feeling of Ivy’s nails lightly scratching his scalp as he drifted off to sleep.
This night was very unusual but special and neither of them would protest it ever happening again. It was blissful, confusing and conflicting with Ivy’s thoughts all at the same time.
Ivy was relieved that the boys had finally gone quiet, worried that they would have disrupted his peaceful slumber, though not even a marching band could wake Luke at this point, not with Ivy’s fingers tangled through his dishevelled wavy hair.
Calum appeared in the room, roughly tidying his clothes and clutter off of his bed to make room to sleep in it.
It drove Ivy insane the fact that Calum was so messy, he wasn't dirty though. She could deal with messy and clutter but dirty and grubby is where she draws the line.
She was quite glad that all of the boys were much cleaner than the regular teenage boy, though sometimes she had to encourage Michael and Ashton to take showers, it was only late nights after shows when they were sweaty and too tired to be bothered about hygiene.
“Do you want me to take him through for you?” Calum kept his voice quiet, gesturing towards Luke and Ivy shook her head.
“No, he wanted to sleep here tonight.” Ivy looked down at him, sweeping his hair away from his face to see his face while he slept contently.
“Okay, just tell him it's a one-off when he wakes up, I already have to deal with his snoring through the walls.”
“He’s not that bad, Ash is the worst.” Ivy laughed quietly and Luke stirred in his sleep, moving his hand from Ivy’s thigh to her shoulder, hugging her tighter.
Calum turned off his speaker and climbed under his bed covers. “Goodnight, Ivy.”
“G’night Cal,” Ivy whispered across to him and gave her hand one last run-through of Luke’s hair before falling fast asleep, Luke’s soft breathing and the feel of his soft dirty blonde hair fanning against her neck and chest sending her into a harmonious slumber.
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