Ashton Irwin Imagines

BSM - Mario Kart

Yeah yeah I know Wednesday is for 5SOS AUs but they take a while and I'm working on it so expect it tomorrow (today) (whatever)

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ASHTON:  
"This is so not fair," you whined as Ashton lapped you yet again.

"It's fair. You're just losing," he shrugged with a smirk, easily beating you for the umpteenth time in a row.

"It's not fair because you don't even like video games. You should be bad at this," you frowned and glared at him.

Your stupid brother who was somehow far superior to you at Mario Kart was laid out across the cushions, letting his head loll back onto the pillow and barely even paying attention.

You on the other hand put your whole body into it. You were kneeling on the carpet gripping the white plastic wheel like it was the real deal. You were leaning into turns and focusing so hard your eyes hurt. Yet you were being demolished.

You were ready to quit, but he turned the dumb game back on for another round. You immediately began to splutter in protest, "Ashton I don't want to play anymore!"

He didn't listen of course, "why? Scared you'll be beat again?"

"I'm not scared, just not really enthusiastic either," you mumbled but let him set the race up. You weren't one to back down, and hey this could be your lucky race.

It definitely didn't start out that way. The first thing your little cart did was spin out as Ashton's shot forward. You let out some choice words as he loudly cackled.

"What's going on in here?" It wasn't Ashton, but Michael that spoke next. You were so thrown off you almost drove off the road. Keyword almost. You somehow held it together.

"Just beating Y/N at Mario Kart," your brother said nonchalantly as you let out another scream of frustration. Someone threw one of those red shells at you and you fell back into twelfth. Again.

But before you could properly begin to complain someone kneeled behind you, bracketing your knees with their own. It was Michael. He he reached down and around, putting his hands over yours on the wheel and you let him essentially steer the whole thing.

"You're thinking too much about it," he mumbled in your ear, "you don't have to focus so hard." As if to illustrate his point, he very loosely gripped the wheel, only barely touching you as he guided you through the course.

You grinned when you saw that you went from twelfth to seventh in only a few moments. Michael was just really great at this.

"HEY!" Ashton complained when you started rising in the ranking, "that's not fair."

"It's fair. You're just losing," you mocked him as your car rose to second place.

"Think we can beat him?" Michael asked loud enough for Ashton to hear.

"NO!" The drummer answered deftly just as the checkered flag was waved by the creepy flying turtle referee-thing.

"I do," you giggled.

Michael leaned even closer, now completely plastered to your back as he unconsciously moved toward the television.

"No no no no!" Ashton chanted as your karts came to be side to side, "this- this- this is wrong!"

"Yes! Yes! YES!" You cheered as your cart just edged out Ashton's for first.

"NOOOOOO!" The blonde gaped at the television like he couldn't believe it.

"YESSSS!" You turned around and threw your arms around Michael's shoulders, "you're the best Michael."

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, "thanks Squirt."

"I hate you," Ashton announced from the couch, turning up his nose when you both looked at him.

"You should just adopt me because he's going to be mad all day," you shrugged.

"I would, but I think that would make him even more mad at me," Michael fondly shook his head at the older pouting man.

"Damn straight it would. First you steal my title, then my sister? What's next? Are you going to learn to play the drums too?" He complained loudly.

"Nah, that's all yours," Michael said kindly.

"Well thank goodness for that,"

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