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Common Sense; Ashton Irwin.

description: in which he absolutely simps for you even though he’s a world-renowned rockstar.

a/n: listen to common sense by joshua bassett while reading this ¡

Ashton groaned, tossing his phone across the room towards his unmade bed. It landed with a bounce before another ding of his ringtone announced itself. He squeezed his eyes shut, pursed his lips, and fought his feet. Instead of running to his phone, he walked out of his bedroom and towards the rest of the gathering.

He stretched his thumbs as if they were legs having just ran a marathon. They were stuck in a bent position for too long, erasing and retyping messages that he felt were things he’d never even say in real life. He was the member known for being most flirtatious, good at sweet talking girls and bringing them home for less than 12 hours.

But then he met you.

You had self respect, as well as respect for every other person. You wouldn’t let anyone call you honey, baby, or theirs. When talking to other people, you were kind. If you had to lie with a smile though they were annoying you, you let it happen. It wasn’t that you had a shield or wall of heartbreaks up, no. You just gave respect to others and expected the same in return. Sure, you’d been heartbroken because of it.

But Ashton was different. He wasn’t used to girls using full sentences on text message, or demanding to voice call for long conversations that twisted into FaceTiming over cups of coffee. He’d even read a book that you recommended, starting listening to a new artist that was softer than anything he even played. When you asked, he’d get on his knees and beg for more.

It did not go unnoticed by the rest of the band- and their girlfriends.

“Where’s your phone? You managed to get the glue off your fingertips?” Michael laughed over the rim of a beer bottle.

Crystal nudged him with her elbow, “Mikey! Be nice to him. I think its cute.”

“Oh, so cute! Have you seen Love, Actually yet, Ash?” Calum shot him a wink.

Luke laughed loudly at this, earning a similar shove from Sierra. “Oh, cmon, if you guys acted like this, I’m sure you’d get laid twice as much as you do now.”

Luke and Michael froze, sharing a look that was wide eyed and hopeful. Crystal lay her head on Michaels shoulder, “Yes, get in touch with your feminine side.”

Luke jutted open his mouth to protest. Sierra interrupted him by shutting his jaw and patting his cheek, “Its more than wearing eyeshadow and pink shirts. Its accepting the fact that being on the same level with a girl isn’t weak. Or that reading or watching feminine novels or movies doesn’t make you girly. You’re appreciating our culture, the things that we enjoy even though everybody can, despite their gender.”

Ashton, who had been leaning against the door, took a seat next to Calum. “She’d get along with you two really well,” he chuckled lightly.

Crystal sat up in her seat, “Have you two hung at all recently?”

“No, not since I met her two months ago.”

Luke even guffawed at this, “And you’re simping this much?”

Sierra glared at his words, “I think its sweet. The anticipation is building for the two of you. But, I also think its a little sad, Ash.”

The room laughed at this. Ashton nodded with a defeated grin, “It is. She lives, like, fifteen minutes from here. But she’s always busy with work or school. And when she’s free, I’m out of town or busy with work myself.”

“I’d imagine she’s not so busy on a Saturday like tonight,” Crystals eyes lit up.

“She usually works Saturdays, but,” he slowly stood from his spot, excitement welling up in his chest, “I could call her.”

Cheers erupted from the couches, Luke and Calum hooting a thumping cheer as Ashton retraced his steps to his bedroom. He picked up his phone and took a seat on the edge of his bed. A missed call and two text messages sat stacked on his lock screen.

Both from you.

They were from only six minutes ago, so he called back quickly, disregarding the messages. Surely there was hope if you were texting him. That meant you weren’t busy with customers or work in general.

“Hey!” You chirped from your bedroom, sweats and sweatshirts adoring your freezing figure. “Sorry if I bothered you.”

Ash scoffed, playing with the zipper on his jacket, “Not even. I’m sorry I didn’t get your call. I was chatting with the band, their girlfriends. They decided it was crash Ashtons Saturday night.”

“Oh, please, you enjoy the company. I’m sure you even got to brag about your new houseplant.”

“Courtesy of your suggestion.”

You practically cried with adoration, “You’re welcome.” You cleared your throat before reminding yourself of what you wanted to ask, “So, I was gonna ask if you wanted to do something, but we can plan another day.”

“No!” Ashton jumped from his seat, pacing the room in his socks. Static electricity rose through his body from the carpet, but it dissipated when he set a hand on his hip. “No, what I meant was, I was calling you to see if you weren’t working. If you wanted to come over.”

“I’m actually off for the next week two days. I had a temperature this morning, but I’m better now. But, my boss is very strict,” You rolled your eyes, although thankful for the break.

“Great! Ill send you my address?” Ashtons upper lip began to sweat with anxious energy, face flushed with blush red heat.

“Be there in fifteen. Wait-“ You heard static as Ashton refocused the phone on his ear. “I’m off tomorrow, so should I-“

“Pack a bag. See you soon.”

For the next twenty minutes, Ashton paced the area in front of his door, chattering back and forth with his band mates. Sierra and Crystal were bugging him with all kinds of questions about you. His hands kept tugging at his black hair, the light brown roots barely peeking out of his head.

You stepped onto his front porch with zero hesitation, a puff of air emitting from your lips when you settled on your heels. You raised a fist and rapped your knuckles against the wooden oak of his front door.

The door pulled opened quickly, his handsome face lighting up with his eyes tilted down to meet your own. You grinned up at him as your fingers fumbled with the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I am just so taken back because I forgot how pretty you were. Like, you’re gorgeous on the phone, but, like, right now I can see your features much better, and you are gorgeous,” he mumbled through his rambles.

You giggled, nose scrunching, “Hello, Ash.”

His arms were open because of his nonstop gesturing, so you took it as an invitation and stepped into them for a hug. He gasped, quietly, but you felt his chest collapse against your own. He held your waist so delicately, it made your heart sputter over its own steps.

“You smell good,” you inhaled, fingers dancing across his shoulders. “Is it the stuff you told me about?”

He pulled back, allowing you to walk into his house. He closed the door and stopped beside you in the parlor. “It is. Funny you remembered.”

“I have a good memory,” you shrugged, eyes rolling in a gentle manner. “Can I take my shoes off?”

The boys, Sierra, and Crystal were dead silent in the living room, leaning over their own breath as you kicked off your shoes and lined them up against the others perfectly. Ashton took the bag off of your shoulder and set it on the bench above the shoulders.

“Oh, thanks,” you grinned up at him, watching his hands shove into his pockets, feet rock from heel to toe. “Ash?”

“Hm?” He met your eyes, his own slightly alarmed with anxiety.

You pulled his hand from the aforementioned pocket, wrapped tour fingers together, and held onto his bicep with your other hand. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.”

His lips perked up, dimples deepening. “That’s why I’m nervous.”

“I’m nervous, too,” you admitted, tooth piercing your bottom lip.

He laughed lightly at this, “You? Nervous? Cmon, you’re always so confident.”

“It’s easy to be that way when you’re not actually in real life. I mean, I’m still kinda hitting myself for saying you smell good.”

Ashton grabbed your other hand, “Let’s cut to the chase for each other, okay?”

“Please?” you shrugged.

“We both like each other. Like, in a romantic way?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Irwin,” you poked at his hip.

He squirmed away, “Okay, proving my point.”

You giggled, which he adored the sound of. “If we both have those feelings, which we already knew of, there’s no need to be scared. We just needed to lay down the line and walk it.”

“How poetic,” Ashton leaned down and pressed a light kiss to your cheek.

You shivered at the touch before your shoulder squared, “Now let’s go meet those friends who are not so secretly spying.”

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takemealivelh · 5 years

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Ahadskalajsh I just read the Mikey blurb and now I want one too except could you please make it with Ashton andddd you could do the same concept of enemies to lovers cause I live for that stuff lol❤️❤️

JAIDA I’M FINALLY HERE WITH YOUR BLURB

To be honest, this is a fic okay? I really enjoyed writing this story and you know what? There’s going to be a part 2. I promise.

I present to you…

BATTLE OF THE BANDS

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Thank you so much to @5sosnsfw and @angelbabylu for helping me edit this, I love you so much

Battle of the Bands Pt. 2

The new 5 Seconds of Summer single had been climbing up the charts, positioning itself in number 10 in the third week of its release. The members were happy with how well it was doing, they’d worked so hard on it, pouring their hearts out in the lyrics and the performance. Luke’s voice transitioned from heartfelt head voice verses into belting notes in the chorus, Calum’s baseline was a funky reminiscence of Duran Duran’s Come Undone, Michael’s guitar riff gave it a whole new depth with a chockfull overdrive. It was Ashton’s drums that really glued the piece together, a steady 4/4 beat and consistent open hi-hat flow with several well-calculated fills. Their best song to date.

Midnight Street was a new upcoming band that no one expected to blow up so quickly. Their rock-pop sound with heavy piano riffs was a refreshing addition to the public’s ears, and they found themselves escalating the numbers as well with their new single. Critics described it as a ‘whimsical and skittish track, an intriguing take on the classic pop verse-pre-chorus-chorus formula that deconstructs its way towards the end, but blends into a homogenous anthem by vocalist JJ’s performance’.

It wasn’t until Billboard hosted a party to announce their list of nominees that these two bands finally met face to face.

“I think I might throw up, I’m so excited.”

Ashton’s smile glowed through the candle-lit table he was sitting in with his bandmates. The stage displayed a wide screen with the list of nominees for Top Rock Song. He felt his heart gurgle in his chest, the feeling of pride about to spurt out of his veins.

“This is it,”

He whispered to himself, “this is what we deserve.”

The room remained a buzz to the band’s ears. Only when they were announced and a round of applause exploded around them they allowed themselves to celebrate by clinking their glasses of wine. They didn’t pay attention to much else until the ceremony was over and the party started.

“You might win this one,” They were told by producers and managers that approached their table to congratulate them.“I would only be worried about that new band- Midnight Street, they’re doing pretty good as well.”

Ashton nodded the warnings off, he didn’t need to be concerned about a bunch of kids that had only started to understand the highs and lows of the music industry. In his eyes, they weren’t a threat. Sure, he and Calum had gone to a few Midnight Street shows, they were good. They were passionate. But they still had a long road to walk to get to the place he and his bandmates had paved for themselves. Ashton wasn’t worried. Especially when the new band showed up to showcase their admiration to all the work 5SOS had done.

“We’re big fans, it’s just an honour to be put into the same league as you guys.”

Michael and Calum engaged in conversation with the drummer and bassist of the band, two chunky guys with short hair and green jackets. Luke quickly found common grounds with the lead guitarist and vocalist JJ, a love for Nickelback and eccentric cowboys. It was Jaida that caught Ashton’s eye, the pianist of the band. He liked that she actually played a vertical W. Hoffmann onstage instead of the classic Korg keyboard he had seen over and over again at every single live show he went to. He liked the fact that she was the responsible one for making Midnight Street the novelty they were. Didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous and flaunted it, a well-tailored deep emerald suit with a plunging neckline was always a good fashion choice in his eyes.

“We’re contenders now. If you give me any advice tonight, I won’t take it seriously. You might just be trying to mess with my head.”

Jaida’s lips curved into a smirk behind her glass of mojito.

He liked her confidence, her presence was strong enough to keep him interested.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ashton let out a small laugh, setting his now empty glass on the table and leaning towards her. “You don’t look like someone who takes advice from anyone anyways.” His tone was flirty, his eyes lingered on her lips for more than a brief moment and his knees barely touch hers. She noticed his lustful behaviour, it wasn’t the first time another musician had taken an interest in her.

Jaida had had her fair share of one-night stands, knowing that she couldn’t hold a relationship because of the band’s schedule. In that sense, she and Ashton were on the same page. He was a sexual being, a man who liked to have fun without many responsibilities, his rockstar status made his fantasies easy to come to life. She was no different, and she knew just how to get a guy’s attention with the right gestures.

“I caught your performance last week in LA, it was a wild one.”

Jaida crossed a leg on top of the other and placed her elbow on it, the fabric of her satin pants slightly riding up as she teased Ashton’s leg. The expression of amusement in his eyes was obvious and she licked her lower lip before leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand, knowing Ashton would get a better view at her cleavage. He wasn’t subtle about the new view he was granted.

“Thank you.”

Ashton had a hard time focusing his eyes on hers, they seemed to travel down her neck every instant.

“We love putting our entire energy in our shows. I’m always soaked after playing the set, but I like it. If you don’t believe in your music, no one will, ya know?”

He laid an arm on the table, his long fingers brushing against the fabric that covered her arms, “I think you know,” he chuckled to himself, growing excited by how Jaida’s lashes seemed to frame the same lust he held in his eyes.

“I’ve seen you play once or twice.”

Ashton nodded and in one swift movement, he propelled his body forward, lips hovering her ear.

“I like the way you move.”

Her skin visibly bristled and he smirked against it. Jaida dropped her gaze and turned her head to engage in the most intense staring contest she had ever participated in.

“And that’s only onstage.”

Her teasing grin was enough for Ashton to decide this was the girl he wanted to take back to his place that night.

“You’re leaving already?”

Ashton called her from his spot on the bed. The black suit he’d worn to the party laid on the floor, his red hair was plastered all over his forehead. He watched Jaida collect her things from the dresser next to his bedroom door, and put on the heels she had eagerly discarded the night before when he pushed her down onto his mattress.

“You don’t want me here, Ashton. Especially after you check your phone,”

She laughed and ran a hand through her tangled hair. His eyebrows knitted together, curiously staring at her triumphant smile.

“I’m gonna go.”

Jaida laughed and pulled out her phone, scrolling down whatever was displaying on the screen, “I know my way out. Have fun today.” She didn’t even wave goodbye when she left his bedroom. Moments later, he heard the front door.

The sound of the cars driving up and down the street grew louder as the clock got closer to 9 am. Ashton pushed his hair back and looked over at the mess he and Jaida had made. He remembered her lips on his skin, her moans when he pushed inside her, the mark he’d left on her right hipbone. He looked down at his bare chest and found one of her works as well, a red lipstick-stained lovebite under his sternum. “Wow,” he breathed out before getting out of bed and hopping into the shower.

Twenty minutes before the radio interview would begin, Ashton stared at his phone screen blankly. He would refresh the page every ten seconds but the numbers didn’t change. 5 Seconds of Summer was number 6, Midnight Street was number 3.

“How did this happen?”

They weren’t sure. Luke and Michael were pacing back and forth, discussing ideas of how they could promo the single, how they could get back up on top. Calum was outside smoking a cigarette. Their team was nervous about the interview, Midnight Street beating them on the charts had definitely staggered their confidence.

In some kind of irrational train of thought, Ashton remembered Jaida’s comment and he felt angry. He had fallen into her spell and now he was paying the price. And for what? A squirming body under his touch? Red lips trailing wet kisses down his torso at an excruciatingly slow pace? A high-pitched whimper when he hooked her knees over his shoulders? He heard his name being called from inside of the studio.

“5 Seconds of Summer is here! We have Luke, Calum, Ashton and Michael to talk about their new single and their upcoming performance on the Billboard Awards next month. How are you guys? Excited?”

The band talked about the creation of their new track and the inspiration behind it, but no one had prepared them for the next question.

“New band Midnight Street has just beat you on the charts with their first ever single, how do you feel about that?”

Like a dropkick on the groin.

Ashton could feel the blood flush his face. He had worked so hard for his pride to be stomped on by a band that had never even had a world tour. So what he had fucked the pianist? So what? He didn’t owe her anything.

“You know, I don’t mind them. Yeah, their song is good, but that’s it. Nothing inventive.”

Lie. “Nothing that really caught my ears.” Lie. “They’re not gonna be around for long, I’m tellin’ ya. So I’m not worried.”

The look on his bandmates’ faces was either pure rage or unhidden disgust, washed over by a thin layer of astonishment.

“Ash, what the fuck was that?” Luke poked the redhead’s shoulder. He had disappointed him, had disappointed all of them.

He hadn’t been the bigger person.

It didn’t take long for Ashton to receive hundreds of notifications on his phone. Angry management, inquisitive journalists, confused fans… his Twitter and Instagram feed was full. Buried between a DM of his producer and a link to an article, there was a text from Jaida.

Fuck you, Irwin.

The temptation was too much, he loved his doses of masochism and assholery. He knew it wouldn’t lead him anywhere, that it was just playing with fire. For a moment, the thought of being the bad boy in other’s eyes was too fascinating. It felt powerful.

Fuck you right back.

He shoved his phone deep into his jacket pocket and waved his team goodbye. He had dropped a bomb and was now heading out for an iced coffee like it was nothing.

The flashes caught his face immediately, all of them yelling at him. Questions came right and left, but he didn’t stop to address them.

Only when he turned his TV on later that night, he knew what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into.

“Midnight Street is the new upcoming band….”

Ashton rolled his eyes when he saw Jaida’s tense body at the end of the couch, squished between the drummer and the vocalist/guitarist. Now they were getting more press because of his comment. This was exactly the opposite of what he wanted.

“I just want to say.,”

Jaida’s voice pierced through the speakers of Ashton’s sound system and travelled to his ears, unpleasant, like nails on a chalkboard.

“… To the drummer of 5SOS, thank you for getting us to number two with your comment.”

She was facing the camera directly now. Ashton hated himself for thinking she looked hot with another power suit that complimented her skin tone. “You dug your grave yourself, you’d think you’d be wiser than that. I was wrong.”

His blood was boiling, his ears matched his hair colour. Ashton turned off the TV, immediately pulling out his phone to look for Jaida’s contact information. Oh, she was going to hear him.

The insistent bell rings were enough of a clue to know who it was. Jaida had gotten to her place only a few hours ago, stripping from the suit and heels and throwing a ratty old t-shirt on. She had expected some kind of response from Ashton; a text, a voice message, a callout on Twitter. Something.

Had she not learned that with him it was either go big or go home?

It was almost 2 am.

“What are you doing here?”

Jaida’s voice was stern, she didn’t want her surprise to show.

“Are you coming to insult me in my own place? That’s mature of you.”

Ashton’s lips were pursed together in a flat line, jaw jutting forward, muscles rigid.

She drove him completely insane. Everything from the tone in her voice, the few strands of hair out of place from her ponytail, locked knees in display thanks to an Arctic Monkeys tee… He wanted to yell at her, then bend her over and have her right there on the front door.

“Aren’t you gonna invite me inside? You’re being a rude hostess, doll.”

The raspy voice was the quickest way to remind her of how he’d absolutely wrecked her the night before. The hot skin against her own, the bites on her shoulders and collarbones, his breathy groans when she sucked him off. She stepped aside to let him in, eyes quickly glued to his ass when he passed her, that same ass she had eagerly squeezed not 24 hours ago. Angry sex was the best kind of sex in her opinion, she was not going to let this fuel go to waste.

Jaida closed the door behind her and leaned against it, rotating her ankles one at a time on the welcome rug.

“Had I known I was having visitors, I would’ve put on some pants and opened a bottle of wine.”

She grinned, amused. Watching Ashton peruse around her apartment was like observing a deer in unknown territory. Her territory. His face was still unreadable, but his movements were hesitant and discerning.

Ashton browsed the collection of books and CDs she had on a shelf next to her widescreen TV, kept himself busy by counting the number of awards she had put on her living room table, not all recognizable, but a large amount of them. He didn’t bother to look at her, knowing that he’d most likely get a boner from the tension in the air alone.

She kept talking.

“I guess I’ll get the beers from the fridge.”

A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself off the door and made her way to the kitchen. Jaida could feel the shift of his attention, now completely focused on the way she moved.

“Stop drooling over my legs. ” her lips broke into a smirk.

This kind of power she liked, knowing she could make a man turn his head in under two seconds. She had them eating from the palm of her hand.

Ashton had been intense and passionate under the sheets, his tight grip all over her body, he knew what he wanted and how he could get it. Not a shy minute while he ravaged her, and Jaida had liked that. He got a good peek at how her concert tee slipped up her bum as she bent down to pick two bottles of lager from the bottom of the fridge. Her thighs felt like they were on fire, as if Ashton was burning holes through them with his eyes.

To be continued.

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