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Imagines• He runs for president (a.i)

Your fingers shakily tie the forest green tie around Ashtons neck. Your hands give up and you call for your assistant to help. Ashtons forehead beads with stressful wet beads and you dab a dry towel over the area.
"Ashton don't be nervous. Everything will be okay, I promise." A small, reassuring smile forces itself onto your face and he tries to give one back, failing. The grimace he has on his face shows every aspect of his nerves and that does little to calm yours.
"I can't help but be nervous (Y/N). What if I f.uck up? Huh? then what do I do?" he babbles and you rub his shoulders as if getting him ready for a boxing match. His perfectly groomed hair is starting to curl at the roots and you kiss his head.
"You can do this, babe. Just stand tall, be confident, and whatever you do, do not let him win." The small pep talk feels weird coming from your lips. You are used to Ashton being the motivational one. He had a way with words, one might say. That's for damn sure, you think, he is a real shakespearean protagonist in the flesh.
"I can't do this. I'm gonna mess this up and become the laughing stock of the entire country!" he yells out in frustration.
"Ash, I know you are capable of doing this. You've worked too hard to turn back now. Besides, how many Australians run to be presidents of the United States?" I see the gears turning in his head and a small smile finds his lips.
"I don't know-"
"No." You cut him off, "Lets make a deal, yeah? If you go out there and win, I'll..." You lean closer to his ear and whisper in great detail a dirty fantasy you knew had sparked Ashtons attention.
You move your mouth away from his ear with an innocent smile. "How's that sound?"
"Mr. Irwin? It's time to go on." A masculine voice speaks from behind you. Ashton nods but doesn't look at him. He pulls you to him by the waist and places his lips astride from yours.
He bends forward so your back arches and your chests press together. His hands are tight, one in your hair and one on your waist. The tips of his long fingers apply pressure and there are sure to be faint marks later. Soft, pink lips move against yours in a hot kisses and a silky tongue glides against yours.
"Wish me luck?" He whispers, his hoy breath painting your face.
"Go get 'em tiger!" You smile and pat his back. You watch his lanky fingers wrap around the door nob to unveil the roar of voters outside.

You watch his speech on the monitor above the door and smile every time he slips on a word or his accent makes it difficult to understand. The crowd of voters seem to be pleased with Ashton and luckier, he seems to be pleased as well.

"Mrs. Irwin?" I large man puts a hand on your shoulder. He is tall and built, with an ear piece in and has a deep scowl set on his face.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Irwin instructed me to tell you that a car is waiting to drop you home whenever you're ready. He will be a while." his hard tone gives you chills.

"I'll just stay here and wait for him, thanks." you politely spoke.

"He insisted, ma'am. I run by his orders, I apologize but I have no choice." he sighs, seemingly done with his job at the moment.

"Well you can tell Ashton that I can make my own decisions and I will be staying." You quip, firmly and put a hand on your hip.

"I didn't want to have to do this..."he sighs and gently lifts you up and over his broad shoulder.

"Put me down!" You screech and pound your fists at his back. He carries you outside into the loud crowd of screaming democrats and republicans. They shout protests at you and demand answers but you aren't, just yelling at the man to let go of you.

You thrash in his arms until you are placed in a car. At that point your perfectly done bun is now lopsided, your dress has bunched up to your thighs, and the makeup that had taken an hour to perfect is now smudged.

You look to the side and see Ashton. He is smiling and drinking ice tea.

"What the hell are you doing out here?!" You shriek and straighten your posture. He doesn't do any more than look at you.

"I have come to a conclusion." he states with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Which is?" You seethe through clenched teeth.

"I don't like suits."

You open your mouth to say more but he caught a you off.

"Or this gel crap in my hair." He sighs heavily and runs a hand over his hair.

"Or these shoes." You glance down to his brown dress shoes and giggle. They are nothing like Ashton. This whole look it nothing like Ashton.

"I don't even like politics." He concludes and orders the driver to drive back to your home.

"So that's it. All these meetings with publicist and governors... all that was worth nothing?"

"Yes." he grins and goes to grab something out of his pocket. When he pulls his hand back there is two drum sticks.

You squint and raise a brow. "What is that?"

"My new occupation." The smirk on his face is one that doesn't match up with the adoration in his eyes when he looks at the wooden sticks. "I'm gonna be a drummer."

So that's how it really happened...

just kidding. I know this was shit and it took forever but I have been busy. Sorry it's so late! :/