Maroon by Taylor, Swift and Ghost by 5 Seconds of Summer have the same vibes. I can't explain it but if you get it, you get it and if you don't, I need you to listen to those two songs on repeat.
summary: Say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend, Only bought this dress so you could take it off
warnings: spicy ish oops, only a couple uses of Y/N, no specific pronouns but reader is implied to be female, drinking, swearing
a/n: howdy do guys, gals, non-binary pals, and others :) i'm starting a new special!!! at least one blurb for the four 5sos boys are going to be based on taylor swift songs. i have a list of taylor songs that i think give off the vibes of the boys and will base blurbs on those songs. i'm so so excited because swiftsos is like my favorite thing to talk about. also this all started on twitter (surprise surprise LMAO). anyways. enjoy, loves :)
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"Ash, no more marks," you say with a giggle and push him away. "I have too many to cover up already. I don't need more. Besides, we have to go. The guys are waiting for us."
"Let 'em wait. Stay here a little longer." His voice is muffled by your skin as he nuzzles his head into your neck.
"It's a party for you, Irwin! Come on, we gotta go celebrate your number one album." You grab the sheet and cover your body with it. Despite all that you and Ashton have been through, you're still slightly self-conscious about him seeing you naked outside of your...activities...together. You grab your clothes and head into the bathroom, closing the door with a sigh.
Your number one rule was always "Never get involved with one of the guys." But after one too many drinks and more shots than necessary a few months ago, you may or may not have woken up in your best friend's hotel room...naked. And then it happened again. And again. And almost every night since the first time. In your defense, he was good. Like really good. So good that apparently neither one of you wanted to stop. That's how you ended up in Ashton's hotel room (for the second night in a row) under his sheets. According to him, he needed "a confidence boost before going to the party." So—like any good friend would—you snuck into Ashton's room beforehand to give him the boost of confidence he needed.
After changing into your red cocktail dress and doing your makeup and hair, you open the door and walk out. "Your turn, pretty boy." He groans and pulls the blanket over his head. "Come on, Ash. The guys are waiting for you!" You giggle, though you're slightly annoyed, and walk over to the bed. You pull the blankets away from his face. "Get dressed." You leaned forward and kiss his cheek. "Or no more meetings," you whisper in his ear. That seemed to motivate him enough to get up and get ready because as you were walking out, heels in your hand and a smirk on your face, you hear him scrambling to get his clothes.
Since your "meetings" were supposed to be secret, you two decided to leave separately. You leave his hotel room and head towards the ballroom the managers booked for the day.
"Hey, pretty!" You hear a slightly drunk Calum yell at you as you walk in.
"Hey, handsome. How much have you had to drink?" You lightly kiss his cheek and then sit down next to him at the bar. It wasn’t unusual for you and Cal to be flirty with each other. Calum's flirty personality didn't phase you anymore. His compliments, pet names, and nicknames were all just fun and games to you. You're just glad Ashton isn't down here yet to hear you two.
“Only two!” He holds up three fingers in front of your face. Yeah, two bottles. You think.
“I think it’s time to cut you off, Cal,” you giggle and push his arm down.
“Y/N?” He finally made it downstairs. The way Ashton says your name makes your heart stop and your stomach does a thousand flips like it’s been a trained gymnast for years now. You didn’t know it was possible for a man, let alone your best friend, to make you feel this way. But it’s all platonic…right?
Flashback
“Come on, Calum. You said you would come with me to get my dress for the Billboard party,” you whine and give him your best puppy dog eyes. It’s his weakness. It’s all boys' weakness.
“Y/N/N, you have like three months to find a dress. Why do you have to go now?” Because your best friend convinced me to buy the dress I have been looking at for months now simply by calling me sexy once.
"Because I got paid today and don't want the dress I want to be bought before I get it! Duh!" You roll your eyes and drag Calum off the couch. "Come on, Cal! Please? I'll buy you coffee," you look him in the eyes and once again try the puppy dog eyes.
"Fine," he sighs and sits up. "But only because you're getting me coffee."
The red cocktail dress was like nothing you'd ever worn before. It was shorter than you usually wear, sexier than the other dresses you've worn, and you felt more confident in it than any other outfit you've ever worn.
It was beautiful. You felt beautiful in it. And it would look so much more beautiful on Ashton's floor.
"So? What do you think?" You step out of the fitting room and do a small spin in front of Calum.
"Y/N, you look beautiful," he says as he watches you. "No one is going to be able to take their eyes off you."
I’m only hoping for one pair of eyes.
End of Flashback
Time Skip
A few drinks and dances later, you are well past “tipsy” like you pretended to be.
“Love, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.” Ashton puts his hand on your lower back and whispers in your ear. You had been drinking and dancing with the guys for a while now, you were having so much fun that you didn’t even realize how much you had been drinking. “Come on, I’ll take you upstairs.”
“‘M fine! Relax a little, Irwin. You don’t need to worry about me,” you drunkenly say and lean on him to steady yourself. Was the room always spinning like this?
“Guys, I’m going to take Y/N upstairs to hopefully sober up a bit. The party is starting to die down anyways, you guys should head to bed too.” He’s such a mom…it’s so cute.
He guides and helps you upstairs to his room, his hand hasn’t left your lower back since you were downstairs. Why does it feel like his hand is leaving a burning tattoo on my skin?
"Only you would manage to spill white wine on a red dress." He chuckles slightly and leads you into the bathroom. "Take off your dress, I'll send it to the dry cleaners, and get into the bath. I'm sure you're covered in alcohol." He walks out of the bathroom and grabs the pajamas you don't remember leaving here.
"Are you sure this isn't just an excuse to get me naked?" You giggle and sit on the toilet, looking at the man towering over you.
"Now, come on. You know me better than that." He leans in closer to your ear. "I have much better methods for getting you naked," he whispers and then lightly kisses your cheek. You giggle and your face heats up (though that may be from the alcohol). "Just get in the bath, love."
"Only if you join me."
The water was starting to cool off but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else than in Ashton's arms. He's massaging your shoulders and quietly humming one of the songs he's been writing. You slowly start to close your eyes, the alcohol running out of your body and the relaxation coming in.
This isn't normal. Friends don't do this.
Yeah, well we're not exactly friends so...
Not exactly friends. Not exactly more. Or are you?
"Ash?" You whisper to him, wanting to keep the quiet atmosphere. He quietly hums back, letting you know he's listening. "Do you...Do you remember when we first met? We looked completely different. I mean of course we did, we were just kids in high school. I remember one day when my ex broke up with me. And it was messy. And I was a mess. I ran to you right away, I guess I didn't have anyone else. Even though I was ugly sobbing and at my very lowest point, you still saw the good." You sit up and look at him. Everything comes crashing down and suddenly you realize...you don't want him like a best friend.
"What are you getting at, my love?" My love...does he? Oh no, I'm shaking. Is it the cold or the nerves? Please be the cold. "Y/N/N? You're shaking, come on, let's get out."
"Ash, just wait. I-I'm trying to tell you something." You sit on the opposite side of the very very small bathtub, looking at him. "You pulled me out of all my darkest moments, you still are. Hell, you do it even when I sleep! I wake up right before it gets bad because of you. And you pull me closer to your side and whisper 'It's okay, love. I've got you.' You've got me, Ash. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He looks hopeful. That's a good sign...right?
"I'm in love with you, Ashton Irwin. I love you more than a best friend, or a friend with benefits, or whatever the hell we are. I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine," you say nervously. Please don't hate me.
"I'm already yours, y/n." He smiles and kisses you.
"I can't believe you had no idea. Did you not see how I reacted to all those guys looking at you?!" You two are cuddled up in his bed, talking about how dumb both of you are for not noticing your feelings for each other.
"No one was looking at me! You're delusional."
"It was because of that dress you were wearing! You looked stunning in it. No one took their eyes off you!"
"Can I tell you a secret?" He nods, eagerly. He's always loved knowing secrets. "I only bought the dress so you could take it off."
