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If you guys believe the Sherlock @contact twitters are genuine, then they might have just admitted to season 4 not being real

EDIT: People are telling me that the accounts are actually fan-made, so you might not want to take this post at face value 

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anonymous asked:

Tangelo, papaya, cranberry ❤️

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

50% of me wants to say the mothman but the other 50% of me wholeheartedly believes in the mothman so im gonna say a gnome but not like a spooky old timey gnome that would hurt you or steal stuff i mean a friendly garden gnome w a pointy hat

papaya: what song describes your aesthetic?

uh i feel like this would change a lot depending on how i feel but run i guess??? i have pastel hair and wear lots of shirts/sweaters w pants and just mostly black?? like lots of ripped stuff and (faux) leather jackets? just when im feeling more down for femme stuff switch out the pants for a skirt or lil jean shorts and thats me

cranberry: favorite time of the day; morning, afternoon, dusk, or night?

i like that time between night and morning i guess i literally never sleep because i have a sleep disorder so it kind of feels like im in this bubble where i’m the only person in the world for a while which is cool and for some reason i feel really productive around then too and then i get to watch the sun rise which is pretty

  • Fandom: ...
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  • Me: *2983569283 words of Piper meta/headcanon*
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  • Me: Bianca is my bby let me draw her everyday forever
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  • Me: Hazel....my love. is it possible to marry a fictional character??
  • Fandom: .....
  • Me: But goddam Leo is an ass i mean look at these things he does in canon
  • Fandom: w hat the,,,,, fuCK!!!>?!!>!!?!!>
  • Me: Percy's behavior is pretty bad too. I mean-
Wishing For Tomorrow - Ashton Irwin One Shot

Sorry this is so late!! I’m really sick at the moment so this took a lot longer than expected! And it’s super loooong. I kinda got lost in the story but I hope you enjoy it. The start might be a little crap and I haven’t edited it yet but stick with it till the end!

REMEMBER: Requests are still open!

Warning: Smutty smut :)

Could you do a oneshot where ashton is the bad boy of the school and he drives you crazy but he already has a gf which is the cheer captain so you are hopeless so you bump into him at a local store and he catches your eye as he’s walking by so whatever happens that he breaks up with his gf and things start getting along with you two and someone pushes you and you fall on top of him and then w.e happens and he knock on ur window to go for a midnight drive and you lose ur Vcard to him inhis truck?

“ASHTON IRWIN!!” I heard Mrs Day yell out across the hall and I internally groaned, wondering what the bad boy was up to now.

“Lauren Wells, Ashton Irwin, stop that right now before you both get detention!” I followed the voice and saw Ashton and his cheer captain girlfriend, Lauren locking lips just across from where I stood at my locker, not at all caring who saw them. I wasn’t surprised, but nothing Ashton did surprised or shocked me anymore.

He was the typical “bad boy” of the school, and probably the whole state even. He constantly had girls falling all over him, but how could he not? With his gorgeous honey coloured hair that more often than not had a bandana attached to it, his perfectly chiselled jawline with just the right amount of stubble, his denim vests and black skinny jeans that were a staple in his day to day wardrobe, not to mention his amazing hazel eyes that anybody could get lost in. The boy was beautiful. On the outside at least. I had heard nothing to argue his case that he was just as beautiful on the inside but then again, he had never done anything to prove this. Still, I wasn’t one to quickly judge and I myself hoped that I would someday get the chance to see the real him. No matter how unlikely that may be, let’s face it: I’m hopeless.

Ashton and Lauren soon did as they were told, much to the amazement of the rest of our classmates, but not without his sly comments first.

“I’m so sorry Mrs Day” he said without a hint of regret or any signs that he was actually sorry. “Actually, no I’m not. I just can’t resist my sexy as fuck girlfriend” there it is, just the kind of comment I was waiting for. Lauren started giggling immediately and I involuntarily rolled my eyes.

“Looks like you’ll just have to get over it Miss” he finished with a sly smirk while placing a kiss on Lauren’s lips once more and walking away with his arm slung around her shoulders, leaving Mrs Day standing lost for words in the hallway. The bell rang signalling the start of the last period of the day and I sighed, knowing it was Geography with Ashton and Lauren. “Great, just what I wanted” I whispered to myself as I started the walk to class.

“Who can tell me the point at which the North Pacific Ocean and the South Pacific Ocean meet?” our teacher Mr Evans asked the class. I knew the answer but I was never one to participate much in class discussions, preferring to leave it to the people who I knew the teacher actually wanted to hear it from. I quickly drifted away from the front of the classroom where Mr Evans stood when I couldn’t help but notice what I thought was dirty talk coming from the seat behind me. Where Ashton sat. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend not to hear it but it was no use.

“Do you like that, baby?” I heard him whisper, and I knew that somehow Lauren was involved, with her sat in the seat behind me, just to my left. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard Lauren let out a little whimper, not loud enough for the teacher to hear, but just enough to have me cringing in my seat.

“Sshh baby girl, don’t let anyone hear you” he practically purred and I seriously contemplated telling the teacher I was sick and that I needed to see the nurse, just to get out of the extremely awkward situation I was now in.

“Mmm Ash” Lauren moaned, louder than before, startling me. I jumped in my seat causing it to slide across the floor, making a horrible noise and making me drop my pencil in the process. By now, the whole class, including Mr Evans had their eyes on me. “Sorry” I apologised, feeling myself getting redder by the second. I cringed again at the thought of having to pick my pencil up which had inconveniently fallen just under Lauren’s desk. Trying not make any more noise, and also not to look anywhere other than where my pencil had fallen, I got off my seat and reached down to pick it up, only to see Ashton removing his fingers from under her blue and white cheerleading skirt and down her thigh. His fingers were covered in her arousal and it was then that I noticed I had been staring a bit too long.

I slunk back into my seat and continued trying to listen to the teacher, silently thankful that there was only two minutes of class left. The bell soon rang and as I packed up my stuff and saw the other students piling out the door, I thought for a moment that I hadn’t been caught viewing Ashton and Lauren’s little show. I soon followed the other students out the door before I felt someone practically breathing down my neck. “Ashton, oh my god, you scared me!” I gasped as I turned to see who it was.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked, looking me dead in the eye

“Uhh w-w-hat? I-I don’t know what you mean” I stuttered, now knowing I had been caught

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/L/N, I know you saw us. So I’m asking you, did you like what you saw?” he was now smirking at me.

“Uhh I guess. I mean I didn’t like it, it was kinda awkward but Lauren seemed to be enjoying it so uh yeah” I mumbled back, silently cursing myself for being a total idiot.

“She sure did, she always does” he replied, leaning down towards my ear, confusing me “And you would too” he whispered, as I felt his breath fanning over my ear, making the hairs on my nape stand on end

“Ash!? Are you coming?” Lauren yelled from down the hall, looking inconvenienced that he was taking so long.

“Bye Y/N” he smirked at me and jogged down the hall to meet Lauren.

What the hell just happened?



“Mom, can we go now? I’m seriously bored” I repeated for probably the 50th time since we had been at the grocery store.

“No sweetie, I’m not finished yet. Why don’t you go and get a carton of eggs and one of those truck magazines that your father likes?” she replied with a sweet smile, knowing that’s what it would take to get me to stop complaining. “I’ll meet you at the checkout soon, honey” she continued as she waved me off, heading in the direction of the bread.

Eggs in hand, I made my way to the magazine aisle, stopping to look at all the different magazines on offer. There were hundreds, well that’s what it seemed like anyway. I finally found my dad’s favourite and made my way to the checkout counter where I was sure my mother would be by now. And sure enough there she was. But it was who was in front of her that made my heart skip a beat.

There stood Ashton with his three, equally as bad, best friends Calum, Luke and Michael. I nervously tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and moved up to where my mom was, hoping that the boys wouldn’t see me. I noticed that Calum was holding a six pack of beer and I immediately rolled my eyes and smirked, wanting to see how this was going to play out. None of them were 21 and I doubt they could convince the checkout lady that they were. No matter how good their fake id’s were.

“I.D please” the rather sour looking woman behind the checkout said, monotonously. Calum pulled out his “I.D” and handed it to her, smiling at the other boys while doing so. His smile soon faded as the lady handed the I.D back to him.

“This isn’t you, you are not a 30 year old Indian man, now please get out of here and stop holding up the REAL customers” she growled at them, and I swear if looks could kill, all of those boys would be dead on the spot.

I tried to hold in a laugh but wasn’t totally successful and let a small giggle pass my lips. All four boys, despite my best efforts, managed to hear and were now all staring at me. With the exception of Calum who was glaring. That boy seemed to have got his feelings hurt. I looked away in embarrassment but soon looked back again to find Ashton smiling at me, and what looked to be a genuine smile too. I returned his smile and could feel my face burning up.

“I’ll meet you boys in the truck” he said to his friends as they all mumbled incoherently in response and left the store. “Hey Y/N” Ashton said as he put his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet.

“Uh hi Ashton” I answered, confused as to why he was talking to me. My mother gave me a wide eyed look as she continued placing the items from the trolley onto the conveyor belt.

“So you like trucks huh?”

“Huh?” I asked, even more confused now. Until he gestured to the magazine which I was still holding “Oh right, no uh this is for my dad. I mean, I like trucks but this isn’t mine” I answered quickly, feeling like I was embarrassing myself further.

“Oh uh that’s cool” he shuffled his feet again and looked down at them “Well I gotta go, but I just wanted to say hey. I’ll see you at school?”

“Uh yeah, see you at school” I replied as he gave me a small wave and left the store.

Now I was hella confused. He hadn’t spoken to me since the little incident four days ago, even though we had classes together and now he just wanted to say “hey”? I mean sure, we had been friends when we were little, we lived only a block from each other but ever since then we had never really spoken. So this seemed way out of whack. What did he want? It was nice that he wanted to talk to me, I’ve had a crush on him since we were 5 years old but why now?

“Ashton has certainly changed hasn’t he?” Mom noted as we were packing the groceries in the car.

“Yeah, Mom. He definitely has” I answered her even though I wasn’t sure whether I was trying to convince her or myself.


Another Monday morning had rolled around and it’s safe to say not many people in this hallway wanted to be here. Teenagers everywhere were still half asleep, some still hungover from yet another overrated party they went to on the weekend, others just plain tired from staying up all night playing video games. Either way, I wasn’t one of them. I chose to spend my weekend pondering over what my Friday night encounter with Ashton meant. Did he want to be friends again? Was he doing it to look good in front of my mom? Did he like – no I had to stop myself from having that thought. There was no way he could like me. Apart from the fact that he has a girlfriend, a very drop dead gorgeous one at that, he didn’t even know me. Not anymore. I’m not the pre-school girl he used to push on the swings in my backyard.

I sighed and closed my locker and walked in the direction of my first class. The bell hadn’t rung yet so I was taking my time and continuing to over think things when my thoughts were interrupted by a sight I wasn’t expecting. Ashton had slammed the door to his truck in the carpark, looking really angry and pretty upset. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest at this sight and I was immediately concerned for him. I soon found out the cause.

“Ash, baby wait. Please, I can explain” Lauren followed closely behind him, looking desperate for his attention

“Leave me alone, Lauren” he huffed and threw her hand off his shoulder when she tried to turn him around

“He meant nothing, I made a mistake. I love you, Ash” Lauren continued to plead as he walked away from her.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, LAUREN!” Ashton suddenly screamed as she continuously pleaded “It didn’t look like nothing when I walked in on you FUCKING him!” Now I, and the whole school, could see what was happening. Lauren had cheated on him. The thought alone made my blood boil and I wanted nothing more than to run across the grass and punch her in the face. For my dignity’s sake, and Ashton’s, I refrained.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please don’t do this” she was now crying, mascara stained tears falling down her cheeks

“Sorry isn’t good enough, Lauren. We’re done” Ashton told her coldly and finally walked away from her, leaving her crying on the grass. Her friends were quick to surround her in fake “its okays” and “don’t worry about him, he’s a jerks”. Neither of which were true.

Ashton made his way past where I was standing and I could his hazel eyes were now almost black, they softened slightly as he saw me but he continued walking down the hallway and to his locker. He was hurt, I could see that, but he was trying to keep up his bad boy image and didn’t want anyone else to see. I knew how this would go already. He would act like he didn’t care and that Lauren meant nothing to him and find a new girl to pass his time with. It’s just how guys like that worked. They had to keep up their reputations, no matter the cost. I had hoped Ashton would be different but I didn’t have much faith in that. Only time would tell I guess.

A week had passed since that day and I still hadn’t spoken to Ashton. We had almost every class together, so I got to see him but he never made the effort to talk to me again and I certainly wasn’t brave enough to approach him in front of his friends. There were times when I could feel his eyes on me, but every time I turned to look, he would look away. Again, this had me over thinking everything when in reality it was probably all in my head. For the most part, he seemed back to his usual self. Causing havoc in class, tormenting the teachers with his friends, skipping school to go down to the lake. He hadn’t found another girl yet though, not through lack of trying on the girls parts but he just didn’t seem that bothered about it. And for that I was glad. I knew I was selfish to think that but he didn’t need some girl that he didn’t care about hanging off his arm.

The same old bell rang again to signal the end of class and I hastily packed up my things and left the room. I made my way towards to my locker to grab the books I needed for my next couple of classes and opened it when I got there. Only for it to be shut again immediately. My face instinctively turned into a scowl but softened in and instant once I saw Ashton, leaning up against it with his arms folded, that gorgeous smile on his face.

“Hey Y/N. Mrs Chester really knows how to ramble on doesn’t she?” he laughed and shook his head at the thought of our Algebra teacher, most likely giving him another detention

“Well maybe if you listened in class, she wouldn’t have to repeat herself so much” I retorted with a new found sense of confidence.

“True” he nodded and unfolded his muscular arms from their place on his chest “Hey listen, would you uhhh, would I be able to” he mumbled and scratched the back of his neck and I motioned for him to continue “Would I be able to come over tonight and study with you? I’m just not getting this Algebra homework, or the Geography stuff either now that I mention it” he laughed lightly and pursed his lips, waiting for my answer.

“Oh um, sure. I can help you with anything. Uh, homework that is” I replied and cleared my throat, trying to make my answer less awkward but failing “You remember where my house is right?”

“Yeah I do. I’ll meet you there around 4?” he asked hopefully

“Sounds great. See you then” I answered as he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder before returning my smile and walking off down the hall. This was going to be an interesting afternoon.

I was up in my room, cleaning it up a bit before Ashton got here, just making it look a little more presentable when I heard the doorbell. I looked at my clock and it said 3.48pm. Shit. He was early. I knew my mother would answer the door so I quickly raced down the stairs to see I was too late to answer it myself.

“Y/N, you have a visitor” she called, not knowing I was already on the bottom step of the staircase.

“Hey Ashton, come upstairs, we’ll study there. Thanks Mom” I threw her the sweetest smile I could, letting her know that we were only studying and not to worry about anything else. Besides, I was a virgin and I was hardly going to lose that title to someone like Ashton, who it wouldn’t mean anything to. I pulled his hand and led him up to my bedroom.

“Your house pretty much looks the same as I remember it” he said while looking around once we had entered my room. “Except now you’ve got a bigger bed and better posters on your walls” he laughed “I didn’t know you liked Green Day?” he smiled, looking at my American Idiot poster.

“A lot has changed since we were 5, Ash” I laughed, using his nickname on instinct. “Now come on, let’s study” I motioned to my bed for him to sit down next to me. “I’ll teach you Algebra 101”

“So you multiply that by that to find x?” Ashton asked after we had been studying for almost two hours.

“That’s right” I smiled at him “You’re getting the hang of this pretty quick!” I laughed and punched him in the arm lightly. He smiled at the gesture and paused before speaking.

“I’ve really missed this, Y/N. Just us hanging out. I mean, I know we’re not 5 but it’s nice” he said sincerely and smiled his jaw dropping smile.

“Me too” I smiled back. He slowly moved his hand on top of mine and slowly rubbed it with his thumb. I was too shocked to move and he noticed. “So uhh do you still have that swing set?” he asked, clearing his throat and removed his hand. As soon as it was gone I missed it, wanting to feel his rough, calloused hands on my smooth ones again.

“Yup, we sure do. Not much changes around here” I sighed. He hopped off the bed and reached out his hand for mine “Come on, Y/N. We’re gonna swing on it, just like the old times” he smiled and I took his hand, leaving the room.

“I forgot how fun this was” I giggled as Ashton pushed me back and forth on the swing.

“A swing set can make anyone feel like a kid again” he laughed

“Now I know that’s true, I may just have to spend more time out here” I said breathlessly as I came back down, Ashton holding the back of the seat and slowing me to a much easier pace.

“So, what happened with Lauren?” I asked him quietly. Not wanting to be nosey but wanting to know how he felt about it.

“Uhh, she cheated on me” he stated blankly.

“And you weren’t upset?”

“I mean yeah, I guess but it’s not like we were in love or anything” he shrugged as he continued to push me at the slow pace. I decided not to push it further and things were quiet for a while as he swung me back and forth.

“Have you ever been in love, Y/N?” he asked suddenly. I froze as hit words hit me. Knowing the answer but not wanting to admit it to him.

“Uhh, I’m not sure. I mean, probably not. Have you?” he took a deep breath before answering

“I don’t know. I think so but I’m really not sure” he replied, almost as a question. My pace on the swing had come to a halt when he pulled me up one more time, but didn’t let go.

“I want to be though” he whispered, looking deep into my eyes and leaning in. I could feel my breath hitch in my throat as my brain comprehended what was happening. I leaned in slightly and I could feel his warm breath on my face. I closed my eyes, ready for the moment of electricity but before our lips could touch, a voice interrupted us.

“Y/N! Ashton! Dinner’s ready!!” My mom shouted from inside. I pulled away and opened my eyes to see Ashton shrug apologetically and he held out a hand to help me up from the swing. 


It was now Friday and since Monday, Ashton had been over most nights to study. Nothing further had happened between us since our almost kiss and although I was disappointed, it reiterated the fact that he didn’t want me and he never will. We had decided to be friends again though and for that I was thankful. It was better to have some of him than nothing, some say that it may be torture but I was willing to do it.

It was the second to last period of the day, Geography again. Since his break up with Lauren, Ashton had moved into the seat on my right. I often caught him copying my notes but I didn’t really care. At least he was now focussing on class, rather than fingering some girl under the table.

Class was now over and as we were walking out the door, I tripped and dropped my textbook. It was my own fault as I was in a rush to get to my next class that I hadn’t put it in my bag properly. I was always so clumsy. Just as I bent over to pick it up, I collided with a rather tall boy behind me. He mustn’t have seen me coming as he full on pushed me onto the ground.

“Y/- oh shit” Ashton, who was in front of me, turned around to see what the fuss was about but I ended up knocking him over too and landing directly on top of him. The boy who pushed me, didn’t waste any time in jumping over us and leaving us there on the ground in an awkward situation.

“So uh, this isn’t how I imagined you would end up on top of me” Ashton joked as he lay flat on his back with me on top of him, our chests flush with one another’s.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry” I apologised quickly as I blushed profusely, momentarily forgetting to move

“It’s okay Y/N, really. You always were a klutz” he laughed up at me as we caught each other’s eyes.  Ashton raised his eyebrows and I suddenly knew what he was getting at.

“Oh! Right! Sorry” I apologised again as I pushed myself off of him and stood up, straightening my clothes. “Well that was embarrassing” I laughed, covering my bright red face

“Don’t be embarrassed, Y/N. It’s all good” Ashton laughed and pulled me in for a hug.

“So are we studying tonight?” I asked him, even though it was a Friday night, I was hoping we still would be.

“Not tonight sorry, Y/N. The guys and I have band practice then we’re going out after”

“Oh, that’s okay. I suppose it is the weekend now” I shrugged, trying to hide my disappointment

“See you next week though, yeah? Have a good weekend Y/N” he smiled and made his way to his next class.


Another Friday night, alone in my room. I’m not sure when this became my life, spending a perfectly good Friday night pondering life and love, and over thinking things about a boy who I was sure never felt the way I felt about him. I had friends, and they even offered to take me to the movies tonight but for some stupid reason I declined. Something I was very much regretting right now.

As I sat on my bed, the new episode of Gotham playing on Netflix in the background, I seriously contemplated texting Ashton to see how his night was going. As quickly as the thought came into my head, it was gone again. We weren’t that close yet and I certainly had no right to text him to see where he was at or what he was doing. That would be stalkerish and I definitely didn’t want to come off that way. I was becoming restless now so I decided to go down to the kitchen to make hot chocolate, hoping it would relax me enough so I could sleep. As I was taking a mug from the cupboard above my head I heard my phone ring, signalling a new text message. Picking my it up off the counter, my smile almost split my face in half as I saw who the message was from.

*Ashton*: Hey Y/N :), this party is kinda lame so I just thought I’d text you to see how your night is going. Hope you’re having more fun than I am :) x

*Y/N*: That sounds lame! But home isn’t any fun either :( x – I quickly typed out as a reply, shocked that he had send me an ‘x’ in a text.

I finished making my hot chocolate and headed back upstairs to finish the episode then hopefully get some sleep and keep my mind off Ashton.

I was woken from my sleep by a strange knocking sound on my window. My bedroom was on the top storey of my house so I was confused as to what it could be and for a second I thought I was dreaming. I picked up my phone to see that it was 12.15am and that I had only slept for two hours. The knocking sound continued, gradually picking up speed and urgency as I dragged myself out of my bed to see what it was.

I opened my curtains to see Ashton hanging off the sideboard of my window, I gasped and immediately opened my window to let him in, the last thing I wanted was for him to fall off the side of my house.

“Thanks Y/N, I thought I was gonna have to stay out there forever” Ashton laughed as he climbed in, straightening out his clothes after he did.

“What are you doing here, Ash? It’s after midnight!” I whisper shouted so that my parents wouldn’t hear. They definitely wouldn’t approve of a boy sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.

“I got bored and wanted to see if you wanted to go for a midnight drive with me?” he shrugged in response.

“Oh. Uh, yeah that sounds great” I mumbled, completely taken aback by the fact that he wanted to spend time with me outside of studying. “Just let me changed, these sweatpants aren’t really attractive right now”

“You look great, Y/N” he said, taking a step closer to me

“Uhh, thanks Ash. But I think I prefer my jeans” I mumbled nervously, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and raising my eyebrows as he just stood there. I twirled my finger so he got the hint.

“Oh! Of course, sorry” he blushed and turned around so I could get changed. I made quick work of getting dressed and pulling my shoes on, opting for comfortable black flats.

“So, where are we going?” I asked him as he opened the passenger door to his truck for me and I got in.

“That’s a secret Y/N. Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise now would we?” he smirked in response and got in his side and started his truck, making our way to the unknown destination.

“So you didn’t want to keep hanging with the guys tonight?” I asked curiously. Surely he had better things to do at midnight on a Friday than hang out with me. Ashton looked at me and shrugged.

“The guys were all just getting ridiculously drunk and I wasn’t in the mood I guess”

“You weren’t in the mood for drinking!? Wow, that’s not the Ashton Irwin everybody knows and loves. Or hates” I joked back, my laugh fading when I saw the sad look in his eyes which he tried to mask.

“That’s not what I’m all about, Y/N. Everybody thinks that and I hate it” he sighed angrily, looking out the window, avoiding my gaze. The passing street lights shone through the darkness and directly onto his eyes and I could see they were glazed over with tears. My heart hurt at the sight and I reached over to the hand that was resting on his thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“I don’t think that’s what you’re all about, Ash. I know you’re so much more than your reputation” I whispered, still clutching his hand with mine. He finally looked over at me with glassy eyes and smiled slightly, moving his hand to interlock our fingers and keeping them on his thigh.

The rest of the car trip was made in a comfortable silence, neither of us letting go of one another’s hands that were still placed on his right thigh. I started becoming familiar with the area as we pulled in and realised we were at the lake, one of Ashton’s favourite spots. He pulled the truck up to the front of the lake and turned off the ignition, smiling ever so slightly as he did.

“Sooo, this is it. We’re here” he dragged the words out nervously and opened his door. I wondered for a second where he was going until he appeared at my door, opening it and reaching a hand for mine. I took it without hesitation and stepped out of the truck.

The lake at night was absolutely breath taking. The way the calm water flowed back and forth amongst the trees and plants that were lining it had a relaxing effect and I drew out a long breath in pure relaxation. It seemed like there were millions of stars in the sky tonight, something I had never noticed in this part of town before, probably because I never fully paid attention to the beauty that nature was providing us.

“I come here to relax, and to think. It helps clear my mind” Ashton said after a little while of walking along the lake.

“I can see why. It’s so beautiful” I answered honestly, still in disbelief that I was in this amazing place with an amazing person.

“I’ve never brought anybody here before. It’s always been the one place I can be alone” he sighed, but not in an unhappy way. In a way I was confused. Somehow thinking that this would be the first place a guy would take a girl if he wanted to impress her. And I was certainly impressed. And shocked that I was the first one he had ever taken.

“Why?” I whispered, curiosity getting the better of me. Ashton stepped towards me, his chest almost touching mine as he softly grabbed my face between his large hands.

“Because you’re different, Y/N. I wanted to share this amazing and stunning place with an amazing and stunning girl” he whispered back, leaving me lost for words. He lowered his head towards mine and I gasped slightly, completely convinced that this was a dream and that I was going to wake up any second. But instead of waking up, I was brought back to my senses. Finally realising that this wasn’t a dream. This was actually happening.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Ashton’s lips softly pressed against mine. Lingering for a couple of seconds, I could feel the spark between us and I knew he could too. Without resisting any further, he moved his lips passionately against my own. Placing my hands on his chest, he deepened the kiss even further and slid his tongue against my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I quickly granted him access. I stood on my tip toes and snaked my arms around his neck, locking my fingers at the nape. I just couldn’t get enough of him and started exploring his mouth with my tongue. After a few minutes of this, getting more heated by the second, Ashton pulled away. Leaving me craving his mouth again, and leaving us both out of breath.

“Come, I want to show you something” he smiled and pulled my hand back towards the direction of the truck. “Close your eyes” he said once we had got back. I did as I was told and I could hear him lifting the cover off the bed of his truck.

“Okay, open ‘em” he said excitedly and I instantly saw what he was happy about. In the bed of his truck were perfectly laid out pillows and blankets, looking like the most comfortable thing, and romantic, thing I’d ever seen.

“After you, pretty girl” Ashton smiled and winked, lending me a hand to get up on the truck. As I sat down, I couldn’t believe he had done this all. For me?

“This is amazing, Ash” I breathed, continuing to take in the sight before, and under, me.

“It’s all for you, Y/N” he smiled, sitting down next to me. “You make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. I definitely would’ve never done this for any other girl. You’re incredible, Y/N”

For the second time tonight, I was lost for words. I must have looked like an idiot sitting there with my mouth agape, staring at everything he had done. And it was all for me. Ashton just let out a breathy laugh at my state and moved closer to my side. Caressing my face once more, he pulled me back in for another mind blowing kiss. About a minute after we had starting the electrifying make out session, a huge cloud of thunder rolled and the skies opened up, starting to rain heavily.

“FUCK!” Ashton yelled and pulled us both off the bed of his truck. He raced to get the back door of the four door truck open and helped lift me in before getting in himself and closing the door.

“Well fuck, that just ruined everything” he huffed angrily and I giggled at how cute he looked, both drenched to the core and angry.

“No, Ash. It didn’t. This was perfect and so amazing” I told him honestly “You’re perfect, Ashton” I continued and leaned in to give him another kiss. Our kiss wasn’t interrupted this time and I moved my hands to the back of his neck again and straddled his waist. In the moment it really didn’t seem to matter that we were both completely soaked through from the rain, apart from the sloshing sounds our jeans made when the rubbed together. Ashton shifted slightly so his back was against the window and he moved us so that I was laying on the backseat, him hovering on top of me. He slowly started kissing down my jawline and neck, leaving little nips and tongue caresses in his wake. I lifted my head to give him more access as he started sucking on the sweet spot just under my ear.

His hands moved to my chest and started caressing my breasts, squeezing and grasping them lightly. He moved his fingertips to the hem of my shirt and pulled back slightly, silently asking for permission to take it off. I nodded and he slowly lifted it up and over my head. Ashton moved his head down to my chest and placed light kisses down the valley of my breasts and all the way around my stomach. His touch felt amazing and I let out a soft moan, letting him know that I was loving what he was doing.

He sat back quickly on his calves and pulled his own shirt off, reaching down to connect our lips again before I stopped him.

“Ash wait”

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked, concern now showing across his face

“I’m fine, yeah I’m good, it’s just uh. I’ve never done this before” I stated quietly, hoping the fact that I was a virgin wasn’t going to put him off.

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” he replied quickly, moving to get off me before I stopped him once again.

“No, Ash. I want to” I told him, pulling him down so his eyes were level with mine “I really want to”

“Are you sure Y/N? Please tell me if you want me to stop and I will okay?” he muttered, still with concern.

“I will, Ash. I trust you” I said and reached up to connect our lips again, this time with a bit more push behind it to let him know that I truly meant I what I said. Ashton and I weren’t together, not officially anyway, but I knew I trusted him and I knew I wanted him to be my first. I reached down to the button and zipper of his jeans, getting them undone before he sat back again and pulled off his shoes and the remainder of his jeans.

“God damnit” he groaned as he struggled to get them off, the wetness of them and the small space of the truck restricting him. I let out a giggle at him. “Don’t laugh, Y/N. Yours have got to come off too” he grunted

“That’s true, but I have you to help me take them off” I said as seductively as I could, smiling as Ashton finally got his jeans off and wasted no time in taking off mine. I could see the tent that he had made in his boxers and decided to make the next move. I pushed him off me lightly and into his previous sitting position. I moved to straddle his thighs and started lightly palming him through his boxers. “God, Y/N” he moaned as I pushed my hand down harder and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I lifted my leg off of him and shifted back to move my face to his crotch.

“Oh no, Y/N. You don’t have to do that” he said, concerned again,

“I want to, Ashton. I want to make you feel good” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes while still palming him. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his knees, smirking as I saw his large, hard member stand fully erect before me. I slowly slid my tongue down the underside of his shaft and all the way down to his balls, smiling against him as he let out a long, loud groan. It wasn’t long before I took the head in my mouth and sucked on it roughly, earning another loud moan from Ashton. I took the rest of him in my mouth and started to bob my head, continuously swirling my tongue around his whole shaft.

“Fuck Y/N. That’s so fucking good” he moaned loudly “Stop, stop, stop” he said and pulled my head off him. “I’m going to come so fast if you keep doing that” he breathed and threw his head back against the seat before regaining composure and moving me back onto my back.

“You’re so beautiful, baby” he whispered as he kissed down my breasts again, sucking on the skin and leaving marks everywhere he could reach. He reached behind my back and unclasped my black lacy bra, and started kissing and sucking on my breasts, paying equal attention to both. I threw my head back in pleasure and let out a small whimper.

“Is that okay, Y/N?” he asked cautiously, I nodded furiously in response, not trusting my words. He moved his fingers down to my underwear and pulled them down, slowly exposing my warm, wet heat and placed a kiss on my outer lips. He wiggled his tongue in between my folds and starting licking my clit sensually. I let out a long breath that I didn’t know I was holding in as he continued moving his tongue against me. This felt amazing and Ashton definitely knew what he was doing.

“God, Ash. I’m gonna come. Fuck mmmm” I moaned louder than I knew I was capable of and I knew I was nearing my high sooner than I thought I would. He moved his tongue against my clit even faster and before long I was curling my toes and pulling on the hair on his head. “FUCK!” I screamed out as he continued licking and sucking throughout my orgasm. Once he knew I was finished, he moved to hover over me once again and looked deep into my eyes. I reached up to caress his face and smiled at him.

“We don’t have to do this, Y/N. If you want to stop, we can” he whispered softly. I shook my head.

“I want to be with you, Ash. I’m in love with you and I want my first time to be with you”

“I’m in love with you too, Y/N” he whispered with glassy eyes and pushed his tip into me, making me wince at the contact. “That okay, baby?”

“Yeah, keep going” I whispered and he continued to push more of himself into me. It wasn’t necessarily painful, just uncomfortable and I felt like I was being stretched to my limit. Ashton stilled once he was all the way in and I nodded for him to continue. He buried his head into my neck and started thrusting with sincere passion. The uncomfortable feeling soon faded and I was right up there with him, feeling the intense pleasure he was giving me. Moans and groans were spilling out of both of our mouths as his dick twitched inside me and I knew he was close. He continuously kissed my lips and told me how beautiful I was the whole time he was passionately thrusting in and out of me. He reached his fingers down to my clit and starting rubbing in figure eights, trying to get me to reach my high before he did. It only took a few rubs to get me there and I was a moaning mess underneath him, feeling my second orgasm rushing over me like a tidal wave. Ashton came not long after me and I could feel him coming in hot spurts inside of me.

Gently kissing his way up my neck and jawline, he finally reached my lips and placed a soft, sweet kiss on them. Making my stomach swarm with butterflies. I reached up to move a piece of hair out of his face and kissed his nose, making us both giggle.

“I’m so glad we did that Y/N. I’m so glad I have you back in my life” he said before kissing me again and finally pulling out of me.

“Me too, Ash. And as much as I’d love to stay here and spend the whole night with you, I have to get home before my parents realise I’m gone” I pouted as Ashton mirrored it.

“You’re right. Let’s get dressed and get you home, girlfriend” he emphasised the last word and I swore my face was going to break from my smile. “Okay, boyfriend” I replied and leaned over to kiss him before getting dressed into some dry clothes that Ashton had pulled out of his gym bag. Clean ones of course.

The ride home wasn’t as long as I had hoped it would be as I was desperate to spend more time with Ashton. “My boyfriend” I thought to myself, still in complete shock at what the night had delivered. I lost my virginity and gained a boyfriend. We held hands the entire ride back and every now and then he would kiss mine and look over and smile at me, making me blush. He was perfect for me and I was so lucky to have him. We reached my house and Ashton pulled up outside, turning off the engine. I sighed and he gripped my hand, making me look at him.

“How about we hang out tomorrow. Go on a proper date” he smiled smugly before getting out and moving to open my door again.

“That sounds perfect” I answered with a kiss when he was standing in between legs, me still sitting in the passenger seat.

“Awesome” he smiled widely and lifted me out of the seat, setting me down on my feet before pulling me into a hug. “I love you, Y/N” he said as he pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“I love you too, Ash” I replied with a long and passionate kiss.

“Bye baby. I’ll see you tomorrow” he said as he got back into his truck.

“See you then” I waved him off as he started the engine and drove down the street and out of sight. I smiled to myself and couldn’t think about how much I wished it was tomorrow already.

this song is so good, i mean in no way am i intrigued and excited by the idea of “kissing a girl and liking it” but objectively…she just has a nice voice… what do you mean “girls can’t kiss girls” w hat do yo u mean..why am i cryin g wHY AM I C RYING

Fairytale Calum AU: Part 2


Images of the gown and garden are below the imagine xx

I walked in on Calum sitting with his father on the bright sunny morning. The King was sat upright on his bed, smiling at me as I entered.
“Good morning Y/N.” The King said to me cheerfully as I sat on the edge of his bed.
“Good Morning your Highness. Are you feeling any better?” I asked with a smile.
“Much, thank you my dear.”
I took the bandage off his forearm, taking a look at the 4 wide scratches that came from the creatures claw. Retrieving the potion, I placed it on a cloth and over the scratch. The King took in a sharp breath and winced at the feeling of it. I placed a fresh bandage over the cloth to hold it in place.
“As long as we carry on doing this for the next four days, you should heal in no time.” I told his highness with a smile.
“Calum, you need to remember that you have the meeting this morning on when you’re going to meet Princess Dina.” He father explained, and he nodded.
“You should rest your highness. If you need anything just let me know.” I told him.
“Thank you my dear.”
I stood up and so did Calum, both of us exiting the Kings room.

“He’s so happy he will be well enough attend my sisters birthday ball. You are attending of course, aren’t you?” The prince asked me, turning to me in the hallway.
“Well although it would be an honour my prince—”
“Calum! Y/N, it’s Calum! Say it with me: Cal-um. Two syllables. C-A-L-U-M! Caaaaalllllluuuummm.” He groaned as I still haven’t broke the habit.
“Sorry.” I smiled sheepishly at his attempt to get me to break my habit.
“Well although it would be an honour Calum I am afraid that will have left by then. I leave on Friday, the ball is Saturday night.”
“But surely you can stay one more night. It will not do anyone any harm and then I shall escort you home in the morning.” He planned.
“Please Y/N?” He grabbed my hand , pulling a puppy dog face. I giggled at him and nodded.
“Good. I’ll have a dress arranged then. It’s the least I can do after what you’ve done for my father.” He insisted.
“That is very kind of you Calum.” I told him shyly.
“Well it’s another way of saying thank you.” He told me as we carried on walking.
I walked into the hall to find people dancing all around the hall, the King and Queen were both sat watching the party from their thrones and many were milling about, socialising with other royals and authority figures. I carefully walked in, but then clumsily tripped over the bottom of my dress when I walked in. I picked it up to walk around before I yet again clumsily walked into someone’s chest, who grabbed me so I didn’t fall backwards.
“Sorry. I—” I looked up to see Calum smiling down at me.
“You came.” He smiled.
“It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. And a wonderful way to spend my final night here.” I smiled at him. He was gleaming back down at me and it wasn’t until then I noticed that he was still holding me, one hand on my back and the other on my upper arm. He must’ve noticed my blush when he slowly started taking his hands away.
“There are so many people here. They all look so extravagant.” I told him gleefully. He seemed amused at my excited persona and replied:
“Yes but sadly all are only interested in the idea of more power and money. None are here for the chance to enjoy themselves and be happy.” He then looked at me in some form of admiration.
“Other than you.” He mentioned.
“Well before this I hadn’t really been to the village, never mind the castle, never mind a party, never mind a royal party, never mind a ball, I mean…” I trailed off when he looked at me.
"Apologise for my babbling.” I looked down at my hands, embarrassed.
“You have nothing to apologise for Y/N.” He gently grabbed my chin, turning my face to look at his face, his warm brown eyes pouring into mine.

“Ladies and Gentlemen…” Was announced and we both broke away, turning to the King who was stood above.
“May you join me, my family and their partners in our dance to celebrate my daughters birthday.” He smiled as people politely clapped. My hand was raised and I turned as I felt Calum’s soft lips press against the back of it.
“Would you care to join me?” He asked with a smirk.
“W-W-hat? Yo-You mean dancing?” I asked.
“I…I just… I mean that…"I stuttered as he began dragging me to the dance floor.
"You can dance with any girl, any princess in this building.” I stated.
“And I have chosen to dance with you.” He stated, bring me around so I stood in front of him.
“Why did you not dance with Princess Dina? She is so lovely and kind and pretty. Why not her?” I asked him.
“Because I wished to dance with you.”
“That’s not a proper excuse.” I told him, slowly becoming aware of the more people looking at me and Calum, as it was only us, the King and Queen and Mali and her partner on the floor.
“Excuse? It’s not an excuse. It’s a reason.” He told me.
“Well then it isn’t a proper reason Calum.” I told him.
“Okay then. Because you’re far more interesting.” He smiled.
“That’s far from true.” I insisted.
“It’s because you much more extravagant.” He smiled, one hand talking my waist.
“Now you’re just plain lying to me.” I whispered to him.
“It’s because you’re the most beautiful person in the ballroom.” He told me, not braking our stare as the music began playing.

He took my hand within his and we began dancing across the floor. I couldn’t break away from him, I spent half the night smiling, dancing, laughing until my feet hurt. When I finally stopped I was out of breath, me and Calum both laughing at each other. He bit his lip for a moment, seeming hesitant.
“Come with me.” He told me, grabbing my hand and leading me outside into the garden. I was still laughing with him, enjoying myself too much but noticing the feeling I had never felt before, someone had shown me such compassion and kindness. I then had an impending sense of dread.

I had fallen in love with the prince.

I had fallen in love with the prince

“Y/N?” He asked. I suddenly turned my head.
“Sorry, I was away in my thoughts.” I apologised. He held onto my hand and led me to the middle of the garden, where we sat on the round stone outline.
“Thank you Calum. Tonight has been so glorious. I couldn’t imagine something so terrific in all my years back at the house.” I proclaimed to him.
“Thank you Y/N, for curing my father. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t came to cure him.” He gave me a smile, one that caused my heart to beat at a rapid pace. His hand slowly raised upwards and his fingertips skimmed along my jaw and up to my cheek. He rested the hand along my face and rubbed my cheek with his thumb.
“You’ll have to tell me what spell it is that makes you like you are.” He murmured.
“I haven’t used a spell sire.” I breathed.
“What do you mean like I am?” I asked.
“You’re just enchanting Y/N.” He stated. I looked into my lap, blushing as his hand travelled down my bare arm and attaching to my others.

“I wish you could stay longer.” He pleads.
“I wish I could too but I do not want to overstay my welcome.”
“But you wouldn’t be at all.” He contradicted. I smiled at him sadly.
“But I’m afraid I would be Calum. Anyway, I must return to my sister.” I sighed.
“Do you not wish to stay?” He asked, standing as he faced me with a confused expression.
“Oh yes. Everything has been perfectly wonderful,” I grabbed his hands in an attempt to comfort him and myself.
“But I must return. But I wish you all the luck for the future Calum. I know you will be a great ruler one day.” I told him standing.
“Then will you join me in one last dance?” He asked, bowing.
“But there is no music.” I laughed as he took my waist and hand.
“What does it matter?” He dismissed, pulling me along as I laughed, making me feel so joyous. I so desperately wanted to confess my love, but he wouldn’t feel the same.

And perhaps it was best I didn’t. Because I was oblivious to the fact that my sister was watching from a distance, listening in on our whole conversation. And she was in an angry, jealous rage.