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Punch-Drunk Souls

Hi, there! Ugh, it’s been way too long since I’ve posted any writing. On the bright side, though, school just ended for me so I’ll be able to write/post much more frequently. Anyway, I’ve had some major Ashton feels lately so here’s this thing I wrote up while listening to The Maine.

Title: Punch-Drunk Souls (More-or-less based off of The Maine’s song, Taxi. Give it a listen when you get the chance; they’re one of my favorite bands ever.)

Summary: You told me we were only two punch-drunk souls all tangled in the wind…

Words: 600+

Warnings: None

Drunken giggles filled the air as two silhouetted figures leaned against one another on the city sidewalk, the backdrop illuminated by streetlights and neon signs. One figure stumbled away, closer to the edge of the sidewalk. “Taxi!” the figure shouted. He reached out and wrapped one hand around the post of a streetlight, planting one foot and spinning around the thing in an attempt to get even closer to the street. “Taxi!” he repeated, this time in a sing-song tempo.

The other figure continued to giggle, wobbling on their feet as they tried to contain their laughter. “You’re gonna get hit by a car!” they called.

The first figure hopped away from the light just as an obnoxiously-yellow car came to a halt at the sidewalk. He turned to his companion and flashed them a cheeky grin. “Our chariot awaits.”

//\

Five minutes later, the two of you had piled into the backseat of the taxi, instructing the driver to take us anywhere. Seatbelts disregarded, Ashton wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. “You’re very attractive, Y/N. Did you know that?”

“Oh, so you’re an affectionate drunk?” you replied coyly, trying not to blush. “Who would’ve thought?”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Ashton.” You gave him a pointed look, one that was raised eyebrows and implied do you want to rethink that statement?

“I’m slightly drunk.”

“Slightly.”

“Yes.”

“Punch-drunk souls, that’s what we are,” you said, closing your eyes and smiling. “Punch-drunk souls, all tangled up in the wind.”

A comfortable silence settled over the taxi as you and Ashton sat there, pressed against one another with the only sound being your own steady breathing. You turned to look out the window, watching as the streetlights flew by in glowing streaks of color. You were abruptly filled with an overwhelming sense of loneliness and insignificance right then, even with Ashton’s arm resting across your shoulder, your head against his chest where you could feel his even heartbeat. Tha-THUMP. Tha-THUMP. Tha-THUMP.

The world was so large. And you were so small. An expendable spec of dust in a hurricane, vulnerable to the mundane whirlwind of repetition and—

You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to stare out the window in silence for another thirty seconds before speaking, gaze not leaving the glowing blurs outside. “Is this… this sadness… is it everlasting?”

Ashton didn’t answer right away, and you wondered if you had said anything at all. You were known to get a bit confused when you had too much alcohol…

“Everlasting?” he said, and You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Where are we, the eighteen-hundreds?” You giggled slightly before you felt Ashton’s grip tighten comfortingly, gently pulling you closer to him. Then he said, “But to answer your question… I think it is.”

You sighed. Not quite the answer you had been hoping for. “I just feel so… lonely sometimes, you know? Not alone. I know I’m not alone,” you added quickly, not wanting to offend Ashton. “But that’s just how I feel sometimes. Lonely.”

“Well,” Ashton said after another moment of silence. “I can’t really say that I can make you feel free from that worry. But believe me when I say this—you’ll never be lonely, Y/N. Not as long as I can help it. Understand?”

You looked at him then, feeling reassured tears prick your eyes. And maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your system, but you suddenly felt relaxed, tired. Content. Ashton’s words swirled through your mind, intermingling with your troubled thoughts, and you couldn’t help but smile. You’ll never be lonely.

And for some unexplainable reason, you believed him.

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25|| Ok, so mike ya your boyfriend but Ashton’s your older brother and he doesn’t know about you and mikey?? And he walks into your house and you have to hide mikey and his clothes in your closet?? And he keeps texting you tryna get rid of Ashton?? 😊😊😊 ( @imcalledweasley )

UMMM HEY YALL SO SORRY FOR THE DANG WAIT ON THIS REQUEST but im back i think

Ashton Irwin - Are you ready now? Pt 1.

Word count: 2,585

smut/fluff

I think you’re gonna wanna read this one :D 


“You’ve never done it before?” I said in blissful shock.

“You say it like you’re surprised, Y/N.” He took another sip of his tea.

I sat above him on the stairs in complete silence. My best friend has never had sex in his whole life. How come I’m only just hearing about this? He looks like the type of guy who would have any girl melt at his fingertip.

“I dunno, I guess I wasn’t ready for something serious like that.” His long fingers combed through his curls.

I couldn’t help but look away when he did this. It made my heart skip a beat. I shouldn’t be looking at my best friend that way. Ashton looked up to me for a response. My fingers played with the red lip stain on the white tea cup, poking at it and occasionally smearing it.

“Your first was with that arse, Calum, wasn’t it?” I could see fire in his eyes.

I didn’t want to talk about him.

“I can’t believe you actually loved that prick.” He rolled his eyes.

“I had my reasons, Ashton.”

He made a sound of disgust, “What was he good in bed?”

I’d had enough. I stood from my seated position leaving my tea and Ashton behind on the stairs and marched to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. How dare he. He wouldn’t know how it feels to be in love, obviously. He’s never been with anyone like I have. I felt tears streaming down my face and wished Ashton had never came over today. I found comfort in my bed sheets.

Where had I even gone wrong with Calum? It was like one minute he was there and the next he was telling me goodbye and leaving for the states, taking everything but me with him. Ashton was there for me but he didn’t get it. He hated Calum ever since we started dating. They used to be friends until we got together. Ash said he knew Calum would always break my heart, it was just who he was.

-Flashback-

I knew I wanted to give myself to Calum the night he brought me back to his flat from the pub. I’d gotten into a pretty bad brawl with another girl for getting too close to Cal for my comfort. When he told her to back off for the third time I pulled her off the bar stool onto the floor and started hitting her. Calum later said it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, sticking up for him like that.

“You look hot in my shorts.” Calum growled, jumping into the bed, his hair still wet after the shower.

I giggled as he grabbed his game controller and began to furiously play a game of FIFA. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and fiddled with the string on the over sized shorts adorning my smaller waist.

“Hey, Cal?” He hummed over still concentrating on the screen.

I crawled over, pressing pause on the controller. My legs straddled either side of his waist and he grabbed hold of my arse, the game controller falling to the carpet.

“I wanna try something.”

He raised an eyebrow and his eyes grew wide when he knew what I meant, his lips forming an ‘o’.

“Are you sure, baby?” He whispered.

I nodded, “I want you.”

-End of flashback-

A knock on the door brought me out of my deep thoughts of Ashton and Calum. I didn’t turn to see Ash walk in the room. My bed tilted but I refused to meet the gaze I knew was focused upon me. He touched my hand.

“I’m sorry.” I looked at him, his head down now.

“You don’t know what that feels like, Ash.” I felt a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

I needed to feel loved again. I needed that connection. Ashton was my best friend but sometimes it felt like I wanted him to be more. I didn’t know if he felt a mere portion of what I did.

“Are you ready now?” The words fell from my mouth before I could think about what I was asking of him.

He just stared at me his mouth slightly agape. Ashton was an open book, but right now I couldn’t read him. His pupils were dilating. My heart was pounding against my chest as I waited for an answer. I squeezed his hand.

“Ash-”

Ashton forced his mouth onto my own, his hand flying up to catch my face. My hands found themselves tangled with his mop of curls. He smelled like rich peppermint and my favorite cologne. It was then it dawned upon me: I was going to be his first.

I broke the kiss and moved my lips to the spot just below his ear, sucking the skin. His hiss was all the conformation I need that he liked it here. I sat up and threw my legs over his own to straddle his lap. Ashtons hands settling on my abdomen and arse. I bit down harder this time intending to mark him. Rolling my hips forward into his we both moaned at the increased friction. His bulge was becoming more and more prominent through his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Ashton hissed rolling his head back.

I used his disarrayed state against him, licking a bold line up his atoms apple and gently sucking it. Ashton rose up off the mattress begging for more contact.

“You like that, daddy?” I felt Ashton twitch when I called him that.

My crotch rubbed against his clothed erection and I couldn’t help but throw my head back in pleasure. Ashton was getting restless, rocking his hips up to meet mine.

“Please.” He puffed out in my ear.

I slid off of his lap but not before needingly pecking his lips one last time. He ridded himself of his shirt and I stood before him in awe. I’ve seen Ashton shirtless before plenty of times but this was different. He was at my mercy and I was at his. I came to sit on my knees, undoing the buttons on his pants. Ashton raised up for me to pull them down his legs. He kicked them off of his feet and were left in just his briefs. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I freed his erection from the grey material and tossing them out of the way. His length slapped against his stomach. I could feel his eyes burning down on me.

Holding the length in my hand I pumped it a few times. My thumb rubbed over the pink head and Ashtons hips rose off the bed, hissing. I kitten licked over the tip before taking it in my mouth. Ashtons moans filled the room. I hollowed my cheeks to increase the pleasure and started twisting my hands back and forth over his length. He confused me when he pushed at my shoulders, causing me to release him from my mouth making a popping sound.

His hands came down to the hem of my t shirt and tugged it over my head. He already looked tired, his eyes drooping low and sweat decorating his forehead. I wasn’t nearly done yet. We haven’t even gotten to the main course.

Ashtons eyes grew wide when my head dipped back down. My tongue followed the patterns of his veins before I took him whole again, pumping harder this time. He held back my long hair. I massaged his balls with my free hand and it was enough to send him over the edge. A thick white liquid burst into my mouth.

“S-shit.” Ashton jerked up, hitting the back of my throat.

I finished sucking him clean of the sticky mess. When I looked up he was breathing hard and heavy, little hairs stuck to his forehead and his eyes were sealed shut. I smiled pushing them out of the way so I could see his hazel eyes. My lips came up to his in a lazy kiss.

I brought his hand down to the button of my skinny jeans, a weak smile on his face. He unhooked them, struggling to pull them down to my feet.

“How’d you get these on?” He joked.

I stepped out of them and waited for Ashton. He didn’t come back up. I giggled watching him stare at my red laced knickers nearly drooling over them. I let him guide me back to the bed and sit me down. Was he in control now?

Ashton licked his lips, running his long fingers up my thighs and over my crotch. I couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. He left kisses on the inner side of my thighs sucking the sensitive skin. He was marking me. I threw my head back on the mattress. His hot breath fanned over where I needed him most. I tangled my fingers in his hair.

“Ashton, please.” I begged.

He hooked my panties to the side and collected some of my excitement onto his finger and sucking it off. He hummed in satisfaction. I imagined his lips against me while he hummed like that, adding to the pleasure. I moaned at the thought.

“Cha’ thinking about, baby?”

“Your lips…”

He kissed my folds, licking up them. My breath hitched. I needed him. His bottom teeth grazed up the nub of my clitoris. Fucking hell.

“Ashton.” I moaned.

Without warning Ashtons tongue was inside me sucking all of my juices. I reached down for his hand that rested on my thigh, entwining our fingers.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” I breathed.

He chuckled against me, sending vibrations through my core. Shit. My legs closed round his head before he pushed them back apart. It was too much. Ashton came up for air with a smile on his face showing off his prominent dimples. He was obviously proud of himself. He licked my excitement off his lips. With one swift movement my knickers were on the floor and my lower half was at his mercy.

He brought his lips up to my ear, teasing my entrance with his finger. I arched my back only for him to use his free hand to hold me down.

“How do you like it, baby?”

I thought back to all the mind blowing times Calum and I had done this. It would always be different. Slow and sweet. Loving. Rough. Fast. It didn’t matter to me, however they felt like pushing me over the edge worked.

“Surprise me, daddy.”

His eyes grew darker. The playful side of him wasn’t there anymore. This was going to be fun. He bit down on the skin of my neck hard and he growled. Rough. His finger slipped past my folds and into my heat. I whimpered as he pumped it in and out at a fast pace. I had to bite onto Ashtons shoulder to keep from screaming out. I didn’t want any fucking noise complaints from the old woman next door.

My walls were clinching round his finger. He added two more and pumped even faster. I couldn’t breathe. My nails clawed at his sides begging for a release. His thumb began rubbing circles into my clit. My breaths were coming out in pants in his ear.

“Come for me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

My toes curled and my back arched up off of the mattress, Ashtons three fingers and his thumb riding out my orgasm. I felt bare when he extracted his fingers from my dripping crotch. He brought them up to his lips licking them clean.

“You have no idea how good you taste.”

Ashton went over to his jeans pulling a silver packet out of the pocket. He ridded the condom of the piece of tin and threw it in the bin. He slid the condom down his length.

“What’s with guys carrying round condoms in their pockets?” I joked.

He smiled, dimples popping into either side of his cheeks. They drove me crazy. Ashton took his length in his hand before I stopped him.

“No. I want to.”

I wanted to make his first time his best. He knew what I was asking, flipping us over so I bestrode his lap. I positioned him at my entrance and slid down it. He was so big inside me. Ashton grabbed hold of my abdomen, his thumbs pressing down hard. I don’t think he was meaning to hurt me. He didn’t notice how strong he really was compared to my smaller figure. When I winced in pain he eased up a bit, apologizing. Once I adjusted to his size I began rocking my hips forward into his. Ashtons moaning and groaning was all the conformation I needed to keep going. He used his hands to help me move more swiftly.

My back arched and it was then I noticed my bra was still on. I grabbed one of Ashtons hands and moved it to the clasp on my bra strap. In an instant he had it unattached and thrown across the room. Hungrily his head came up to my breast and bit down at the tender skin. Ashtons long fingers fell to my crotch rubbing back and forth on the small nub.

“Hmm, shit.”

“Ah, f-fuck Ash, there.” I threw my head back.

I wasn’t going to last long. My grinding became harder against his hips and our moans filled the quiet room. His member twitched inside of me and from experience I knew he wouldn’t last from here. I licked up the base of his neck biting roughly on the smooth skin. His breathing became erratic, chest rising and falling below mine. Within seconds I felt his length release inside the condom. I rode out his orgasm hitting mine only moments later shouting his name out. Screw the neighbors.

We sat in each others arms for what felt like hours. I couldn’t believe we had actually done that. Ashton was my best friend. I’d just had sex with my best friend. I’d just stolen his virginity.

“That was incredible.”

I giggled looking up at him through my eyelashes. He looked exhausted. Love bites were trickled from his ear down his neck and abdomen. I couldn’t imagine I looked any better. Ashton dipped his head and placed a lazy kiss on my mouth.

I sighed upon hearing a knock at the front door. It was probably my flatmate, Jessica. She was always at UNI so she would occasionally forget her keys here and having to get another copy. I slipped away from Ashtons warm hold and quickly dressed myself in pajama shorts and a tank top.

My hair covered majority of the bruises on my body. I made my way down stairs and towards the door, Ashton right on my heels. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, just his jeans, the hem of his briefs sticking over them. I giggled as he grabbed at my bum, my hand patting his away. I sped walked to the door, opening it. My smile drifted away and my heart immediately sunk. It wasn’t Jessica.

“Calum.”

His hair was cut shorter now in a military buzz cut, just leaving a little on the top, enough to style in a quiff. Tattoos decorated his tanned skin. He wasn’t scrawny anymore, muscles showing through his grey t shirt. I could see his jaw clench at the sight in front of him. Why was he here?


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do you ever just get really sad about the fate of Oscar Wilde, Alan Turing, Keith Haring, hell even Mark Ashton. Like, these men did so much & i literally have to put my neck out on the line to remind people they’re not only great men but they were also gay. why can’t we link queer and awesome together in mainstream society. why do we have to fight so much. why do i have to remind people that Mark Ashton literally the main character of Pride(2014) was died of HIV/AIDS and was a pillar of activism. Keith Haring drew inspiration from being gay & his HIV/AIDS diagnosis & the terrible tragedy that was the epidemic. Oscar Wilde wrote so wonderfully to create Dorian Grey & I adore his writing beyond most others. Alan Turing effectively stopped a war & created computer science at the same time. They were all successful and they were all queer. why is it always ‘despite being gay’, ‘in spite of their homosexuality’, ‘although he was gay’ like no. they were queer and they were brilliant. let the 2 coexist. they did amazing things and they were queer. they also did amazing things because they were queer. they did not succeed ‘’’’despite’’’’ their queerness. being queer is not something to overcome. they were queer and they were awesome. 

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All Time Low
All Time Low is the reason i'm still here. Features All Time Low, The Maine, Forever The Sickest Kids and now 5 Seconds Of Summer Videos (: -----------------...

I decided to make a master post of all the videos on my YouTube to make it easier then a new post every time a post a new video. so here we go.

All Credit goes to owners of videos, none are owned by me, the buzznet. Funny moments and keek part videos were put together by me.

this is as of June 16th, 2017

All Time Low Videos:

  • Buzznet (in parts) - 18 Parts
  • Keeks (in parts) - 5 Parts
  • tour videos - 3 Videos
  • Funny moments - 2 Parts
  • other stray videos - 5 videos

Forever The Sickest Kids Videos:

  • Tour videos, some  All Time Low included

5 Seconds of Summer Videos:

  • Keeks (In Parts) - 5 Parts

Other Bands:

  • The Maine (1 Video)
  • Cobra Starship (1 video)
  • We The Kings (1 Video)
  • Mayday Parade (1 Video)