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1985 | A.I. Imagine

Summary: Bad Boy Ashton Irwin picks you up to go to your favorite artists concert, but he wants something from you before he takes you anywhere.

Pairing: Ashton and (Y/N)

Word Count: 700+

@peacetealuke Maybe you could give it a look? :) xx

You looked into the mirror above your crowded dresser as you gave your hair a little more volume.

You fixed your blue Silver Unicorn sweater, tucking it into your white skirt that hung just above your knee caps. As you slipped on your Chuck Taylor’s, your heart raced nervously inside of your chest. You stared at yourself in the mirror, once again.

What if he doesn’t like this?

You groaned, shoving away the thought and heading downstairs.

“You look nice, dear.” Your mother complimented.

“Thank you,” You responded “I’ll be back after the concert.” You promised before heading out the door. You sat down on the porch swing and waited.

Tonight you were going to an Ozzy Osbourne concert, with the bad boy of the school, Ashton Irwin. He was a very hot guy, and was very generous to offer you to go with him to the Ozzy concert, yet you knew that you weren’t just getting it for free. It’s Ashton Irwin, the guy who has placed his hands on almost every girl at the high school.

You stopped the porch swings movement as Ashton pulled up in his brothers Camaro. You fixed your skirt as you stood up, walking down the steps. You put a friendly smile on your face as you stepped into the passenger’s side.

“Hi Ash,” You approached, your eyes gazed upon his body and his clothing.

He was wearing his usual: a band t-shirt, which was now of Pzzy, black skinny jeans which he rolled up at the bottom, and his black jean jacket. His light brown hair was a bit curlier than usual though.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He looked over at you. “I was thinking, we go to the concert, then head to the diner afterwards?” He asked as he pulled out of the drive way.

You nodded “Sounds good. Thank you so much for this. I love Ozzy.” You were still bewildered by his generous offer.

“Mm, Yeah, about that,” He pulled over to the side of the empty neighborhood street. “I’m going to need something in return before I take you to this concert.” A smirk tugged at his lips. His hazel eyes focused on you, waiting for your answer.

You knew it, you knew for sure that this was going to happen.

“What?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows, wishing that they could simply just head to the concert.

“A kiss. Simple, easy, quick, then we head to Ozzy. Sound like a deal?” Ash asked.

Your cheeks turned red as he spoke. Cupping your cheeks, you look over at him. It sounded simple, but with your luck you would feel something and he wouldn’t, but then again, if you do it you get to see Ozzy Osbourne.

He’s not asking for money or anything outrageous, just a simple kiss.

“Fine,” The word slipped from your mouth. Ash seemed a bit shocked because he knew of your innocence, being the good girl in school and all.

You started to slowly lean in, and so did ash at a slightly quicker pace. Your lips collided into his and the butterflies that fluttered around in your stomach went absolutely wild.

His pink lips were so soft and gentle up against yours. Faint music played in the background, and Ashton seemed to move his lips along with the slow rhythm.

You cupped his cheek with your hand, your thumb grazed upon the stubble on his jawline. You didn’t want to pull back, not only because this was amazing, but because you’ve never felt so much confidence in yourself.

He slowly pulled away, taking a deep breath. “I wouldn’t stop but, we only have thirty minutes to get into the concert.” He reminded.

You nodded, a wide smile staying glued onto your face. He began to drive again, and an idea popped in your head that you would’ve never imagined to come to mind before.

“How about instead of the diner we go back to my place?” You glanced over at him, hoping that the offer would be accepted.

Ashton bit his lip, “What about your mom?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

“She works night shifts.” You told, licking your lips.

“Then that sounds great.”

beardyluke

Heartbreak Encounter

(A/n): I was out driving earlier and this popped into mind, so I don’t really know what it is, as per usual. I’m aworking on the blurb based oneshot, but it’s taking its time, so I decided to post this in the meanwhile. Also I’m kinda (really) nervous about what you guys think of this so yeah. Sunday thoughts usually end up like this, so enjoy.

Word count: 955

You were out driving a late night in november, the rain hitting the windshield as you occassionally took left and right turns and drove further and further away from your apartment. There was no specific reason for you driving that far in the late hours of the day, you just needed to clear your head.

As you drove through a neighborhood you came to a stop in front of a crossing where a pedestrian patiently waited to get to the other side of the street. Your breath hitched as the familiarity of the guy hit you; long legs covered in black skinny jeans, a gray t-shirt, sand blonde hair messily styled to the side and a black denim jacket framing his shoulders. It had been five months since you last saw him, the look on his face as he slammed the door shut and left burned into your memory. It had taken you two full months to get out of your shell, to be able to see a home in your previously shared apartment and to start a life without him. Five months was a long time, but you could still feel your heart shatter and fall to the pit of your stomach in too many pieces to count just at the sight of him. He had changed since then, his shoulders broader and jawline sharper, but also the circles underneath his eyes more prominent, telling you he was at a lack of sleep.

He pushed his hands into his pockets as he looked down at his own feet moving, clearly being consumed by his own thoughts. A part of you hoped that he would look up and see who was behind the steering wheel, but at the same time you had no idea how you would react if your gray and stormy eyes met his ocean blue ones. Too many sleepless nights had been spent daydreaming about the moment your paths crossed again, but none of them had prepared you for what you felt at that moment. You sighed as he got closer to the sidewalk, getting ready to hit the gas pedal and forget (or at least try to forget) this small encounter when he looked up and locked his gaze with yours. The seconds felt like hours and it was like everything around you faded into the night, leaving you two as the only living creatures on earth.

He looked just as shocked as you were, his lips slightly parted and eyes wide open, as if he was 100% sure that this was yet another dream of his about running into you again. Like you, he was also far away from home. His friends had been talking about relationships, and somehow you turned out to be the topic they wanted to talk about. It took less than two minutes before Luke stormed out of the room, and he had been walking the streets since then. Your previous relationship was a sensitive topic, a topic he refused to talk about. Partly because it was none of their god damn business, but mostly because he couldn’t stand to think about how he managed to walk away from what seemed like his only chance to a happily ever after.

A moment passed before you got back to your normal senses and drove closer to him. You rolled down your window, took in his appearance, and mentally punched yourself in the face for still reacting like you did when he looked at you. “Do you need a ride home?” The question took him by surprise, but he nodded before making his way to the other side and climbed in. His signature smell, a mix of his cologne, vanilla and the smell of his skin, filled the car and you couldn’t help but inhale it, remembering all the nights the smell had filled your nostrils. The memories hurt like sharp knives, and you fought hard to keep your composure. The ride back to his apartment was silent, and as you finally reached your destination you got out with him, deciding that it was the right and polite thing to do. You stood outside his apartment door, the awkward silence threatening to suffocate the both of you.

“So I guess I should get going,” you mumbled, turning around to walk away, when his hand grabbed your wrist and made you turn around. He was a lot closer than earlier, his breath hitting your face and making your legs go week at the sudden intimacy. Before you knew it he was leaning in, eyelashes fanning the apples of his cheeks as he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against yours softly. It was so familiar yet unfamiliar, the taste of him after so long overpowering your senses and making your head spin. He pulled away only to press them against yours again, making sure to appreciate the feeling of the butterflies going wild in his stomach while trying to tell you everything he felt through the kiss. You hadn’t realized that you were crying until he gently pecked your lips once more before pulling away and wiping the tears away with his thumbs. Your gaze locked with his and your lower lip started to tremble, tears once again blurrying your vision as all the emotions you had worked so hard to keep at bay surfaced and hit you like a tsunami of broken promises, your heart aching at the struggle.

“I can’t do this, Luke,” you whispered, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as he pulled you in for a hug, letting his own damp cheek rest against your hair. “I know baby,” he whispered, mentally cursing himself for ever letting a girl like you go. “I know.”