#ashton preference

She didn’t know how she ended up at a rowdy, noisy bar on a Friday night. All she wanted to do was stay in her cozy bed with her pets and watch her comfort show, then read a book. She loved her best friend to death and agreed to watch over her as she went on a first date with someone she had matched with on some random app.

Sighing, she took a sip of the overpriced flat soda that the bartender had given her and looked through her emails because she had nothing else to occupy herself with. Noticing a strange man pull up a barstool next to her, she took a glance at him then went back to looking at the screen in her hands.

“Hey, pretty girl, what’s your name?” The man asked her, turning himself to face her. She ignored him, pretending not to hear anything that he said.

“What’s wrong, you don’t wanna talk to me?” The stronger prodded, wanting to get an answer out of her.

“No, I don’t.” She huffed, clearly annoyed. She didn’t bother to look him in the eyes and give him her time.

“Why not pretty girl? You’re so too gorgeous to be sitting here all by yourself?” The man crept closer to her, reeking of cheap beer. She grimaced, too creeped out to move.

“That’s because she’s with me,” A bright voice laced with an accent chirped behind her. “So I would advise you to leave or get kicked out,” he threatened. The girl whipped her head back to meet a pair of shining green eyes illuminated by the yellow light from the bar. He nodded his head to assure her he meant no harm.

The man got up from the barstool without a word and sutured out.

“I’m Ashton, but you can call me Ash.” He smiled, reaching out his hand to shake the girl’s in a form of acquaintance.

“I’m Y/N,” she smiled, gesturing for him to sit beside her. “Thank you for doing that. I mean you didn’t have to.”

“I was just walking in to meet my friends but I heard what he was saying and saw how uncomfortable it made you,” Ashton explained as he took a sip of his drink and ran his hair through his brown curly locks. “I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend if you pretend to be my girlfriend.”

“Deal.”

A/n: And another request done! Happy reading folks!

It's late, really late. Which means you're late, really late and that means he's going to be unhappy, really unhappy. However, you can't bring yourself to pull away from Ashton. To get up and go back home to him and leave Ashton behind. You know you have to though, or least that's what you tell yourself when you slide out from under the covers.

"Stay."

He whispers the words at you as you're slipping your shirt back on.

"You know I can't."

He sits up and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"You can."

"Ash, I have to go. It's late and he's waiting."

He sighs before throwing himself back on his pillow. His arms cover his face, and you lean over him, tugging on his arm.

"Don't be mad," you say.

"I'm not mad," he says, moving his arm out of your grasp.

"You are," you say.

"I'm not...I thought you had to go," he says.

He kicks the blankets off, before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

"Ash..."

He closes the bathroom door in your face.

"Ashton."

"Just go, Y/n. You said you needed to go, so go. Go back the guy that doesn't love you, that treats you like crap. That isn't there for you when you need him to be. Go back to him and leave the guy that has spent everyday that he's known you trying to give you the world."

"Ashton, you're not being fair."

You hear a scoff come from the other side of the bathroom door before Ashton pulls it open.

"Fair? I'm not being fair? I'm not the one sleeping around."

"And I'm not the one that beg the girl to be with him even though I knew she was in a relationship. You knew what this was when we started Ashton, so don't start pretending anything different. Things haven't changed."

He runs his hand through his hair, growling in frustration. 

"But things have changed, Y/n."

"What, Ashton? What has changed?"

"I'm in love with you."

You freeze, of all the things you thought Ashton was going to say this was not one of them.

"What?"

"What's changed is the fact that I'm in love with you. I want us to be together, and I mean really together. Not just we hang out for a bit and then you go back home to him. I want you to stop going home to him, I want you to stay with me."

"Ashton..."

"I know it's a lot, I know I probably have no right to ask but it's what I want. I'm tired of having to take his wrongs and make them right. I love you and I know you love me otherwise you wouldn't still be here, so just...stay."

You're frozen in place, your thoughts going a mile a minute. Ashton loved you, he actually loved you. When was the last time you had heard the words I love you. Certainly not from your boyfriend, but here Ashton was saying it. Saying that he wanted a future with you, that he wanted everything with you...all you had to do was stay. Your boyfriend didn't want that, he told you that he didn't want to think about the future. He just wanted to live in the moment and whenever you asked where he saw himself, he always joked that he was on a beach surrounded by bikini clad girls that weren't you. He made you feel stupid, worthless, like you were wasting his time. Ashton.. Ashton never made you feel like that. Ashton made you feel priceless, loved, like you were worthy of every spare second he had, and if he didn't have one, he would find one. Why would you leave that to go back to being miserable? What were you so worried about? Breaking your boyfriend's heart? He had broken yours a thousand times already. That your boyfriend was right all along? Ashton had disproved every hurtful and hateful thing he had ever said to you. You look at Ashton before taking a deep breath and nodding your head.

"I'll stay."

Ashton who had been looking down at the floor the entire time, quickly looks at you. His mouth breaking out into a smile.

"You're staying?"

You nod again, your own smile making its way across your face.

"I'm staying."

He rushes forward, enveloping you in a hug as you wrap your arms around him. He picks you up, burying his head in your neck.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too."

Yoyoyo, this is a bit longer than i expected it to be, but it was such a good request!!!

I hope you like it!!

Now, Ash was the first person you really met when you first set foot in LA, and by that you meant, he literally came crashing into you as you landed in the grand city for college. You had been checking the messages that ticked in on your phone as you were headed to the baggage claim. All of a sudden a big wall, that turned out to be Ashton a few seconds later, smashed into you, causing both of you to fall to the ground. When he saw the smashed screen of your phone, he immediately began to apologize, looking real flustered. Out of embarrassment he began rambling a bit. Words stumbling together as “I’m sorry” and “I’ll replace it” mixed with each other. All while you stood there staring at the blushing man.

“Dude, it’s alright, and if you don’t mind I’ll take you up on the replacement screen?”

You swore the heat rising up your neck and heating your cheeks, were from embarrassment of asking for the replacement screen, and not from how beautiful this strange man in front of you looked.

“Okay? yeah okay. Does it still work? Great, I’ll just put my number in and shoot me a message when you can meet up? I really have to go.”

Dumbfounded you silently handed him your phone as someone shouted what you assumed was his name, because he turned around.

—–

Now, a few months later you were on break from university and had decided to join Ashton, who had become a close friend, on tour with his band. it was nearing showtime and you sat scrolling through your phone, when he came up to you.

“Hype me up?”

He asked you quietly. To be honest he looked like he needed it. With drooping eyes.

“Didn’t i tell you not to nap before the show?”

You smirked upa t him.

“Yeah yeah, just put on some good music.”

And since he asked so nicely.. you did what you always did to annoy him, since you realized he was an aussie. You put on some good ol’ aussie music. Specifically Hilltop Hoods.

He shook his head at you as he realized what you were doing. But when you got up and danced to nosebleed section he took your hands and began dancing with you. Occasionally singing the words with you. You both joked around and pretended to serve some bars.

That lasted until Love It, with Sia came on. He seemed to really get lost in the song then, really listening to the lyrics. You walked up to him to get a better insight of what was going on in that busy mind of his.

“You good?”

The question came out more worrie- sounding than intended, but he just smiled at you.

“Yeah, this song just makes me remember how blessed I am to have this opportunity.”

When you aww’ed at him he blushed.

“You never cease to surprise me Ash.”

—–

When watching from the side of the stage that night, was really fun. The boys seemed to have a completely different energy, and when Ashton’s talking part came, he talked about feeling grounded and blessed for the first time in a long time.

And when they came backstage for a little break between the set and the last two songs, he gave you a rushed kiss on the lips, before running back on stage, leaving u´you completely stunned.

That’s how he found you when they were really finished with the set. Almost just as dumbfounded as you were when you met him at the airport the first time. You would be a damned liar if you said you didn’t like him, but you never expected it to be mutual.

The other boys rushed into the dressing room, where you were sat on a sofa, but Ashton stayed in the doorway, just to gauge your reaction.

So you stood up, and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

In reality you just walked out to the now empty stage and sat down, as the crew members cleaned up wires and instruments. Both of you sat down on the edge of the stage.

“Why’d you kiss me?”

You didn’t dare look at him in fear of him regretting it.

“Cause I finally had the courage.”

His voice was steady, he meant this.

“And because you keep me grounded. I needed to feel a little grounded today, and you did that.”

Yet again, he made you blush, as a hand went to your cheek. He turned your face to look t him.

“Can I kiss you?”

You could feel your lips biting your lower lip as you nodded.

He leaned closer until his eyes closed, and his lips touched yours in an innocent first kiss. Ashton’s hands around your neck and your on his wrists. You could feel him hum against your lips as he leaned slightly away to whisper.

“I love it.”

It has been a long four months since your split from Ashton and unfortunately things still needed to be sorted out. You two had lived together for practically two years and were together almost three. In the rage of finding out there was someone else yet again, you demanded he take everything right then and there… Well of course you never thought of the little things, such as Christmas ornaments and his stocking. The two of you still talked occasionally, but he wasn’t the same; nothing was really the same. You had gathered the true last of his things when you had decorated the apartment you both once shared. As you hung the decorations and perfected the tree, you found yourself rushing just so it could be over with and the pain couldn’t consume you any longer. When the break up first happened, you fell victim to the darkest of your depression. You couldn’t eat, sleep, work, breathe, without him. Ashton left out of the blue one day. Well, nothing is ever as it seems. The moment you felt okay again he told you everything. There was another woman, and there had been for a while. How could there not be? He’s famous, attractive, and always on the go. One night before he went out with her you made him retrieve every last thing, or so you thought. Now, amid your recovery, you find these small, stupid ornaments. You texted Ashton the moment you found them and asked if you could drop by the studio to drop them off. The studio was a safe place for you to feel comfortable and her not to be there. As you pull up your anxiety hits it’s high. You spent so many hours here listening to the boys write and record every song. You step out of your car and are immediately greeted by Ashton. He’s in his usual leather jacket and hair slicked back.

“Hey.” He spoke.

“Hey.” You reply shyly.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Small talk? Is that what we’ve come to?” You scoff.

“No, Y/N, I actually care how you’re doing.”

“Sorry, this just sucks.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” You ask.

“Just because I left, and things are different, doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt me too.”

You look down at your feet, “Can we just get this over with?”

“What’s the rush?” he asks.

Tears fill your eyes and you continue looking away.

“Y/N. Talk to me. Why are you holding onto this pain?”

“I’m holding on to the pain cause that’s all I have left!” you snap. “I don’t have you. I don’t have us. I go home to an apartment filled with empty memories. The bed is big, empty and lonely. The walls don’t have our pictures or posters. The closet sits half empty with your things gone. I cry every night about crying every night. I don’t want this hurt, this pain! I want to be okay too! I want to be head over heels over someone else, someone who won’t get bored of me, who won’t leave when the going gets tough! But I can’t! I love you, Ashton, you were my end game. I’m sorry I wasn’t yours. This is the last of your things for real this time. I’m done.”

Ashton stood in front of you speechless as you hand over the stocking full of his ornaments. He gently takes it.

“Y/N—” he begins, but you stop him.

Pairing: Ashton Irwin/reader

Words: 764

Summary: You’re out partying and someone who’s not Ashton is ‘talking’ to you...

Ashton fucks you to the beat of YoungBlood

Anon Request:heY so i have an idea for a smut that i cant believe i’ve never seen before??? idk the backstory or beginning of it or whatever but when you get in the bedroom ashton turns on music and fucks you to the beat of the music and goes at different speeds in depending on the rhythm whatever song is playing (maybe starts slow but the ends up fast and it’s wiLD since he’s a drummer)

Warnings: Smut (duh)

Masterlist

a/n I didn’t really check over this so excuse grammar spelling errors that may exist!

HolyFUCK ok ok so first of all Ashton would just be lounging around your house somewhere, drumming his fingers to the beat of a song, and the idea would just COME TO HIM, and he would get so excited. 

i don’t want to spend a minute, day, or hour with another, you’re my favorite kind of lover, wouldn't have it any other way

your head fell against ashton’s shoulder, humming along to the melody softly playing from the radio. he hardly reacted to your change in position, taking one hand off of the steering wheel and placing it on your knee, but keeping his amber eyes focused solely on the open road in front of him. since you had cracked the windows in the back, his hair ruffled against your forehead, and you could notice the subtle honey scent from his shampoo.

where were you going? wherever the wind wanted, really, and that was the best part. for the longest time, you had been on a mapped trip with ashton, a new city every night, go go go. you loved him, he loved the tour, he loved you, you loved being with him while he did what he loved. but tour was over, and suddenly, all the time in the world belonged to the two of you. the past months had been so hectic, it felt strange just lounging around home, and both of you knew that ashton’s travel bug would never really go away.

and so you both packed a few duffel bags, loaded up the hatchback and set off chasing the sun. the farther you drove, the clearer your brains got. you stopped when you wanted, explored the small towns and city corners, and when it was time for bed, you’d google the nearest motel and buy a room for the night. who knew where you’d end up, or when you’d come back. didn’t matter where you were; anywhere with ashton was home.

“hey now, honey,” ashton murmured after your eyes had closed. his fingers started tapping against your thigh to draw your attention away from sleep. “if you wanna turn in, find me a motel. you know that when you fall asleep, i fall asleep. let’s go, phone out.”

reluctantly, you pulled yourself up and picked your phone up from the cupholder and groaned tiredly as you searched. luckily for you, the nearest bed and breakfast was only about five minutes away, and in what looked like a pretty cute town. you’d explore it in the morning, but for now… a bed to lay down in with the love of your life next to you was the only thing on your mind.

it was a mom and pop kind of place, with what was clearly a daughter manning the desk. she definitely recognized ashton, but must’ve realized that he’d still be there in the morning. she rang us up with a smile and handed over the key to the nice room with a park view even though you had paid for the cheapest one in the corner. she told us it was on the house, as was breakfast in the courtyard the next morning and 24 hour coffee in the lounge.

the army green duffel had pajamas and toothbrushes, so that was the only one you needed. while you sifted through it looking for a pair of adidas shorts and a tank, ashton unmade the bed and took a very fast shower, so fast you knew he hadn’t washed his hair. must be saving that for tomorrow morning.

“so babe,” he said, after emerging from the bathroom. “i think i’m gonna run and get some coffee, i got this melody in my head and i wanna get back before the rain starts. i’ve been hearing thunder.”

“ash, you hear thunder all the time and it never rains,” you grumbled, situating the pillows underneath your head. “it’s dry season, it’s been weeks.”

“my wrist hurts,” he replied simply, pulling a new shirt over his head. “it twinges when there’s humidity, and it’s really been killing me.”

you bit your tongue instead of reminding him he was just in a steamy shower, and instead blew him a kiss as he jogged out the door. no matter how stubborn he was, god, you loved him, he made you smile. you were smiling, settling your back into the little dip in the bed. before you knew it, your eyes were falling closed, your fingers were curling up around the corner of the pillow, and you were out.

when ashton came back in, he swung the door open with the news on his lips that not only was coffee 24/7, but muffins were too. however, once his eyes fell onto your face, eyes closed, mouth only slightly ajar, he swallowed the news, rolling his eyes instead. he leaves you alone for a few minutes and you go ahead and fall asleep on him. it’s a good thing he loves you, he thought to himself, chuckling.

he bit into his muffin, sitting down in the chair in the corner of the room and pulling his laptop up. he quick jotted down the notes so far, and focused mostly on brainstorming matching chords. he put on his headphones, really getting lost in the music, when suddenly, in his peripheral vision, he saw you shoot up, looking around confusedly.

“love, what’s happening?” he asked, pulling one side of his headphones away from his ear.

“you didn’t hear that?” you asked groggily.

“no?”

“massive thunderclap,” you answered. “guess your wrist was right, mr. weatherman.” he could literally hear the smile in your voice as you laid back down, which made him shut his laptop, set it on his bedside table, and climb in next to you. instinctually, your arm wound itself over his abdomen, and his arm wrapped up around your shoulders. he pulled you nice and close, planting a kiss on your temple before nestling his head into the pillow.

The seventh of July, two thousand and seventeen.

*Y/N’s pov*

I pull the soft bed sheets higher so that they’re pulled up to my chin and cuddle Ashton’s side to get warmer. I place my cheek on his chest and sigh contently when he wraps his arm around my waist. He pulls me even closer, causing me to grin like a fool in his arms. Ashton’s naked chest is warm and his skin is soft and slightly covered with chest hair. The morning sun is lighting up his hotel room of which two of the four walls consist out of glass and nothing else. It’s very beautiful at night, with the millions of city lights lighting up the city that never sleeps. In the morning the view is breathtaking as well. The bright orange morning sun fighting the mile-high skyscrapers which try to cast shadows on the streets.

A stubborn sun ray is blinding me and I tightly squeeze my eyes shut before burying my face in Ashton’s muscle-y chest. He sighs softly as he runs his longs fingers up and down my arms and shoulders and I lift my head to look up at him. His hazel eyes are filled with the orange reflection of the sun and I almost want to reach out and touch them. Van Gogh could have painted this and called it his masterpiece.

“Good morning,” Ashton says in a raspy voice and quickly clears his throat. I smile widely at him and lean in to peck his lips. His eyes light up when I pull back and I feel like drowning in the hazel depths. “How did you sleep?” he whispers. I don’t know if he’s whispering because he’s scared of his voice sounding raspy again or because we’re both feeling fragile and special in the fiery orange sunlight. “I slept like the Sleeping Beauty after the spell.” He giggles softly, crinkles around his eyes and dimples in his cheeks. My heart does a somersault, it even tries to leap out of my chest but changes its mind in the end.

I gently reach out my hand to cup his cheek and kiss his lips three times. “Happy birthday, Ash.” “Thank you,” he whispers and excitedly sits up, making me sit up as well. I yawn deeply and stretch my arms above my head before getting up out of bed. “I’ll be right back!” I yell over my shoulder and disappear into the kitchen. I open the fridge and smile proudly. I’m not a good cook. Sometimes I even struggle when cooking eggs and bacon so Ashton has to take over but this time, I did everything without needing help.

I take the banana bread out of the fridge and mentally pat my shoulder. This looks yummy and I almost forget about the two whole hours that consisted out of cursing my (non-existent) cooking skills, this damn banana bread and Ashton’s birthday. Yesterday afternoon I was five seconds away from having a mental breakdown…

I hum a made up melody while dancing around the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. I grab a small tray and put the banana bread on it before putting a candle in the middle. I pour a glass of fruit juice and two flutes of champagne and place his tiny birthday present beside them. I say a quick prayer to the gods above, begging them to keep the tray balanced. I light the candle and exhale audibly. With two shaky hands and my held-in breath, I walk back into the bedroom and successfully place the tray in his lap. Thank you.

“This is so cute! You’re the best!” Ashton smiles. He blows out the candle and pulls me in for a hug. He places a long kiss on my cheek before memorising the tray in his lap. “Did you…?” His voice is full of disbelief as he points at the banana bread, his eyes wide with surprise. “Yep,” I say proudly and my heart warms up when he claps his hands to congratulate me. “There is a cook hidden in you, we just didn’t know it.” I shake my head and sit down on the bed, right next to him so that our legs are touching.

“I guess this is the moment where I open this lovely present?” “Yes.” He grabs the tiny gift with his huge hands and shakes it while holding it next to his ear. “Nothing fragile,” he mutters to himself and slightly furrows his eyebrows. “What could this be?”

He patiently opens the present, carefully unpacking it, instead of tearing the wrapping paper to shreds like I always do. “It’s a mini drumstick! Two mini drumsticks!” he exclaims and inspects them closer, making me giggle at his happiness. “Oh! I understand!” he smiles and hands one to me. He takes off his silver dog tag necklace and attaches the small drumstick. “This is too cute! I have no words for it…” he giggles and places kisses on my cheek, neck and shoulder. “I’m glad you like it, I was a little nervous.” He shakes his head at me and cups my face. “I love it.”

After a minute of bathing in happiness, I point at the tray with food, causing Ashton to nod in agreement. He takes the knife that I placed beside the banana bread and carefully cuts two slices. One for me, one for him.