Five Seconds of Summer Imagines

Cherry Lips, Crystal Skies - Ch. 1 (Irwin)

Summary (to be edited later): She was red; like a scarlet robe, a delicate rose, and a blazing fire. She drew him in and he wanted her more than he had wanted anything before in his life. And he fell with no hesitance. But, oh, what a sad, sad day it is in July, when Ashton learns of her real intentions and she turns out to be someone he hadn't expected.

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

AU: Part of my Greaser AU series, so greaser! au, 50s!au

Word Count: 3,731

Warnings: I think cussing? probably cussing, mentions of a night of sexual activity, alcohol use and mentions.

A/n: Idk toward the end i kind of wrapped things up abruptly, but i hope this is good ha ha. Sorry it took so long babes! 

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She stood beside the body length mirror covered in only her lacey pink brazier and a matching pair of panties. Back and forth she went over, lifting two different skirts up to her stomach at a time, silently mulling over if she liked the crimson maroon colored one that flared out with heaps of contrasting white ornaments of lace that peeped out from beneath the hem; or the complete opposite in color and texture, was the banana yellow skirt with large, same in color, buttons aligning it from top to bottom right down the middle. Her hair was wrapped in a towel for drying, some droplets of water still dribbling down the sides of her temples, then cheeks. Before she could sit and ponder her immense problem for a half an hour more, the candy red princess phone positioned beside her silky bed, rang out and shattered her quiet moment of concentration. She released a burdened sigh before tossing the pieces of clothing upon the pink, silk sheets and then picked up the receiver.

A loud voice came crackling through the speakers and she shifted backwards in pain from the sudden onslaught of noise that erupted from what she tends to call her best friend. When she recovered, she placed her wounded ear against the phone once more. "(Y/n)!"

"Is it alright if I come up?" The familiar voice continued with not a care in the world, or the realization of how obnoxious she had come off nearly a second ago.

"Yeah, sure." Then the call ended, and not even ten minutes later her bedroom door swung open and in strut (Y/n)'s best friend, biting into a green apple she probably stole off their kitchen counter on her way up. Neither took notice of the lack of clothes one flaunted oh so casually, this wasn't the first time they had seen one another in their night wear. (Y/n) rushed to move her skirts out of the way before her guest could plop their rear end harshly upon them and cause unwanted crinkles to crease the fabric.

"So what are you up to?" (Friend's name) questioned before taking another large bite out of her fruit.

(Y/n) spun around, and held the dark red poodle skirt up to her waist once more, swinging her hips to the side slightly to demonstrate the curl and movements of the clothing. With a straight expression, she replaced the red with the yellow, this time throwing in a bit of a twirl before she asked, "Which one do you think I should wear today?"

It didn't even take her friend a second to respond, "The red. It suits you better." As she chewed off another bite.

"Okay."

(Y/n) then began to change into her decided attire, making cheap conversation with her companion as she did so. Minor talk was tossed back and forth between them, mostly boring, everyday questions and answers like "How was your day?" or, "What are your plans for this summer," drab things really. When, a barely interesting topic came up that had tingles of excitement trickling through her body when her friend mentioned a stranger who had attended the party.