why did he have to turn into ash

Always You //  Ashton Irwin

Masterlist

Request here

Requested: Yes

A/N: First, some warnings. 1) This was written in a delirious state at 1:30 am and an annoyed state in the day following 2) I have no idea, what I’ve done. It’s probably shit. I’m so sorry. 3) I think I’ve used “oddly” an “rather” more than I should have 4) I call Luke a bread stick…. Now that, that’s out of the way… Enjoy, I guess? I don’t know if it’s good enough, but I tried my best. I think it’s a little but different from the request, just a teeny bit. My best friend proof read this for me (thanks I would die without you). If there are more typos, then apologies. It’s not my best work. Anyway, have a great day/night! xx




The five of you had arrived at the venue two hours or so prior to the show. You had arrived at the hotel you were staying at a couple of hours ago, giving the boys just enough time to relax before their performance. You were now in the dressing room, playing FIFA.

You were squished in between Luke and Ashton on the couch while Calum and Michael sat at the foot of it. You and Michel were currently engrossed in a very intense match of FIFA. The two of you had your eyes glued to the screen, hands occupied by the controller.

“You’re never going to win Y/N. Just give up and save yourself the humiliation,” Michael taunted, controlling his player expertly.

You scowled at the back of his head, before turning your attention back to the screen, pressing buttons to guide your players. You’d played with the boys before. You weren’t half bad at the game. But you were yet to beat Michael- the dude was like the king of the game.

Both of you were fully devoted to the game, but with the press of buttons and experience from over the years, Michael had scored the winning goal.

“No!” You whined, tossing the controller on the floor as you cuddled into your best friend’s side. “I know you rigged the game.”

Your friends laughed at your antics. You grabbed a handful of pop corn and chucked them at Michael. Luke laughed, wrapping an arm around you. “Aww, don’t be such a sour loser.”

You playfully punched him in the torso before nuzzling closer into him, unaware of your boyfriend frowning on the other side of you.

Now Ashton’s never had a problem with your relationship and physical affection with the other boys. He didn’t mind the affection you showered them with. He didn’t mind the occasional hugs and cuddles you gave the boys when one of them had had a rough day. But recently, your physical interactions with Luke had bugged him more than it should. He felt oddly ignored and insecure during moments like these, when you chose to curl up into Luke rather than him. He shouldn’t feel this jealous, this angry. You were his girlfriend. Not Luke’s. You loved him. Not Luke… Right? You guys were just best friends… Right?

Your giggles at something Luke had said pulled him out of his reverie. Doubts were creeping into Ashton’s head, insecurities bubbling up. He got up, suddenly, causing you all to look up at him. He looked rather grim, the smile on his face a minute ago- not there.

“You alright, Ash?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He nodded distractedly, eyebrows furrowed as he looked around. Grabbing his hoodie, he headed to the door. “I’m going out for some fresh air. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Want me to come along?” You asked, siting up, peering at his disappearing figure.

“Uh, no. I’ll be alright. Stay with the guys if you want to.”

“Alright,” you answered, shrugging off his changed mood as pre-show nerves.

Half of him wanted to be left alone for a while, but the other half of him wanted you to come along. But as Ashton went out and stood at the door to put on his hoodie, he heard you laugh at a stupid joke Luke had cracked and he was off, biting his lips in sadness and frustration.


Ashton’s short walk had turned into a long one around the venue. He had stopped by to click some pictures with the fans that had found him and had lay in the soft grass for some while before finally deciding to return. He was in a slightly better mood. He was heading to the dressing room to get ready since soundcheck was only in a bit. Calum and Michael passed him as he walked towards the room asking him to “hurry the fuck up” and he sped up.

The door of the room was open a creak, light from the hallway slipping in too. As Ashton reached the room, he stopped when he heard voices. He peeked in through the sliver. He didn’t know what to feel as he saw you and Luke standing very, very close together before you moved away, smiling. With the seeds of doubt already planted in his head, he assumed the worst. Should he feel hurt? Angry? Both? He moved away from the door when tears pooled in his eyes but he wiped them before they could drip down his cheeks.

He slammed the door open, glaring at the two of you before yanking his hoodie off. He walked past the two of you, ignoring your questions as to where he had been. He pulled off his shirt and put on a slightly less warmer tank top.

You stepped closer to him, standing on your tip toes to give him a peck. Though right when your lips were about to touch his, he turned away and your puckered flesh met his cheeks. You frowned, confused. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he turned to Luke and rather hatefully spat out- “We’re getting late.” And then he was gone.

Through out the show Ashton had been very aggressive. He broke his drum once and his drumsticks twice. He also hadn’t conversed with the fans as much as he usually did. Every smile you’d sent his way through the side of the stage where you weren’t visible was returned with a scowl or a glare.

When the show and the meet and greet was over and the guys were heading to freshen up, you tried to block Ashton’s path. “Hey, whats wrong seriously?”

“Move Y/N. I’m really sweaty. I need a shower.” He said, not looking at you.

‘Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” you answered.

“Y/N…” He warned.

“What’s wrong?” You repeated adamantly.

Rather unexpectedly, Ashton burst out. “Y/N, I said move. Stop annoying the crap out of me.”

You stepped back, surprised by his outburst. His yell earned the two of you looks from the crew and the others. Ashton sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. His voice cracked and came out raspy,”Let me just go, Y/N.”

Hearing the waver in voice, you immediately stepped aside, letting him pass. You looked at him as he weaved his way through the crowd of people backstage, wondering all the while what had gone wrong. What had you done? What had you done that you made him cry?


You guy were sitting in Calum’s room having dinner out of take out boxes when you were back from the venue, the work for the day done. Despite the conversations Luke, Calum and Michael made, an awkward silence hung in the room. Michael kept sneaking glances, eyes flitting between you and Ashton. Finally, curiosity got the better of him and he spoke up. “Alright, what’s wrong?”

Ashton looked up at him from his box.”What?”

“What?” Calum snickered tauntingly. “What as in why aren’t you both all over each other? You’re literally on top of each other after shows. I don’t know how you do it, he’s so fucking sweaty.”

“Well, I assumed she’d rather enjoy some time with other people,” Ashton sneered.

You turned to him, eyebrows drawing into a scowl. “What do you mean I’d en-”

“I’m going to bed,” he cut you off, shutting his box and placing it back on the table, food still unfinished. He got up to leave.

“No, you’re not,” you said. Your eyes followed his moments, as he shuffled around, grabbing his jacket, his phone and his room key. You got up from your seat as well “Ashton, stop being so fucking cryptic. Just spit it out!”

Ignoring you, yet again, he walked out slamming the door at your face. You gritted your teeth, eyes burning as tears filled your eyes this time.

“Uh… Did something happen between you two?” Luke asked.

You turned to him, glaring. “I don’t know, Luke. Does it look like something’s happened?” You hissed, sarcastically.

Luke cowered back, shooting you an apologetic look.

You sighed, muttering a sorry. You began to pace by the door, lips drawn between your teeth and panic flooding through your system.

“Did I do something wrong you guys?” You asked worriedly, running your hands through your. “Did I say something? Why is he so pissed off at me? Is he going to bre-”

“For the love of god, Y/N, can you please breathe for a minute?” Luke said, coming to stand beside you. He put his hands on your shoulders giving you a shake before he continued. “Go talk to him. That’s it.”

“If you haven’t noticed, he’s ignoring me.” You pointed out the obvious. “He won’t listen to me.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Then force him to talk. Listen, if he doesn’t talk to you we’ll talk to him.”

“Yeah,” Michael piped in. “And if that doesn’t work we’ll take you to a relationship therapist.”

Calum made a face at Michael, before turning to you. “We won’t because it won’t come to it. Just go talk to him. You’ve talked through your problems before.”

“Right. Yes, I can do this.” You repeated, sucking in a breath before letting it out.

Luke gave your shoulders a squeeze as you walked out towards the room you were supposed to share with Ashton. The door of the other room shut behind you.

You were oddly nervous. Sure, you had had your fair shares of arguments with him but he’d never been this mad at you. You’d never made him cry.

You knocked on the door of the room twice, eyes focused on the carpeted hallway. “Ashton? Open up, please.” You said, softly knowing that he was listening.

He didn’t reply. Neither did he come to unlock the door, despite all the moving you could hear him doing inside. “Ash, babe, please.”

Still nothing.

“You know I’m sharing a room with you any way, so you have to let me in anyway.”

You heard the lock turn, and his face popped into view. “Really? Because I thought you’d rather sleep with Luke.”

You frowned. “Why would I want to sleep with Luke?”

“I don’t know. You had no problem kissing him today.”

Your jaw went slack and a look of pure confusion overtook your face. “What the fuck are you on about? When did I kiss Luke?”

He was about to shut the door again, but you put your foot in between, wincing at the pressure. He was shutting you out again, quite literally as well as emotionally. You pushed on the door, slipping in and past him.

“No, we are talking about this.” You said, enunciating each word. You slammed the door behind you, crossing your hands in front of your chest.

“There’s nothing to-”

“Cut the shit Ashton!” You yelled, frustratedly. “You’re literally accusing me of cheating! That too with Luke! Your band mate!”

“Well didn’t you?” He screamed right back. His eyes had turned a shade darker, his jaw was gritted and hands clenched into fists.

“When the hell did you see me kissing him? Because I clearly don’t remember doing so, ever. So if you can jog my memory it would be really helpful.” You spat, moving inside.

Ashton followed you. “I saw you… And him. In the dressing room. You were standing so cl- close to him and you were smiling. And-”

You scoffed. “And you assumed I cheated on you with one of your best friends. That’s what you think of me, Ashton? That’s what you think of your girlfriend?”

“Why wouldn’t I, Y/N?” Ashton whimpered. When you looked up at him his orbs were filled with tears again. He plopped on the bed, dropping his head into his palms. “I mean you’re always so close with him. You’re always with him.”

“Ash-”

“No. Please, let me finish,” he sniffed, wiping the tears that had spilled. “You always choose to be with him. You choose to sit next to him even when I’m there. You choose to cuddle into him, you choose to joke around with him, you choose to make fun of him. Not me. You choose to talk to him when you’re upset. You choose to go have fun with him. Not me. It’s like you- It’s like you choose to love him. And not me. Not me.”

By now Ashton was sobbing, and tears were rolling down your cheeks too.

“But- I don’t blame you. You’ve known him your entire life. He’s talented- plays mean tunes on that guitar. he’s good looking. He’s charming. He’s everything I am not and more. Maybe I’m just not enough to deserve you. Maybe I’m not as good to deserve your love. Maybe I was stupid enough to try in the first place. Maybe I am not good enough.

You shook your head, sitting beside him, the mattress bending under your weight as you sat down. You reached out to grab his hand but he pulled away. So you scooted closer, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “No. No. You listen to me, alright? Listen to me carefully, okay?”

You pressed your lips to the side of his forehead, holding his shaking body as close as you could. You moved your face closer to his ear. “I love you. I fucking love you. No, I didn’t kiss Luke. I can’t ever kiss anyone ever, but you. I will only ever want to kiss you. I only want to feel your lips against mine, okay? And I will never in a million years leave you, or stop loving you. And you deserve me. You probably deserve better than me. Not someone who doesn’t give you attention. But I’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I wouldn’t ever want to hurt you. I will always want to cuddle you, or laugh with you or have the time of my life with you. And I will be selfish, because although you deserve better, I want you all to myself.”

You grabbed his face in your palms, turning it towards you. You looked into his green eyes, red and glazed. “And I love you more than any thing in this whole damn world. I love you because you make feel more wanted than anyone ever has and ever could. I love you because you put the stars in my fucking sky. I love you because you look at me and all I see is love.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I love you because you listen to me ramble about the most boring things.” You kissed his left cheek. “I love you because you laugh at all my bad jokes.” A peck on his right cheek. “I love you because you let me steal all your shirts and hoodies.” On his nose. “I love you because you let me play your drums and you play them better than anyone ever can. And I love that.” On the corner of his lips. “I love you because you hold me like we’r in our own world, like everything will always be okay.” On the other corner of his lips. “I love you because you’re Ashton Fletcher Irwin and I wouldn’t ever want to love anyone else.”

You pressed your lips against his softly. At first he didn’t move- the two of you felt everything, every crease, every torn skin of your lip brushing against the other’s. And then he turned his body to face you completely, a hand grabbing your waist while the other went into your hair. His eyes were closed, forehead still against yours ass he pushed you into the mattress. “You love me, right? Not Luke?”

“Not Luke, that dude looks like a fucking bread stick.” You smiled, fingers grazing his jaw, up and down. “Only you. Always you.”

Ashton giggled and then asked. “You never kissed him?”

You shook your head as much as you could in his grip. “Never had and never will. No one but you.”

He moved his face, lips brushing lightly against yours. “And you’ll always love me?”

“Always and forever.” You answered.

“You promise?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Yes, you adorable noob. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Nothing says “sorry” like Roses

Namjoon x Reader

1.4k words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You wok at a flower shop, and Namjoon needs something that says “sorry I burned your kitchen down and spilled your grandmothers ashes; please give my dog back.” 


“What did you do?” 

The words slipped past your lips before you could stop them, but it was an obvious question that you didn’t usually have to ask. Normally, when nervous men walked into the small florist shop, they wanted nothing more than to tell you why they were sleeping on the couch this time. You had heard everything, nothing surprised you anymore–other than this clumsy young man wandering around as though he had no idea how he had gotten there.

“Sorry?” He said, turning abruptly to face you.

“Not to be nosy, but I might be able to help you if I know what you’re looking for–or what you’re apologizing for.” You said, and the man rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the floor. “You don’t have to tell me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I set her kitchen on fire.” He muttered after a moment.

“Oh. Well nothing says sorry like roses–” You started, but he shook his head.

“That’s not all. I broke her vase…” 

“That’s not so bad.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile. “You can give her a new one with the flowers.”

He shook his head again. “It had her grandmothers ashes in it.” 

“Oh.” That had you stumped for a moment, and he continued before you recovered. 

“Her parents hate me. She says I don’t spend enough time with her. She moved out last week and took my dog. So I need something that says “Sorry I burned down half your house, spilled your grandmothers ashes, and that I’m not very likable. Please forgive me, and give Monie back.” 

You nodded slowly. This would be tough. If you had known him as a friend, you probably would have told him to give up–at some point, relationships weren’t going to get better. You had seen it all, heard it all, and flowers could only do so much; you weren’t a miracle worker.

But not only was he a customer, his dog was at stake.

Keep reading

6

What was the truth of it, my lord? Why did you betray those closest to you all those years ago? 

|| Beloved Season ||

[[request prompt: Peter x reader where the reader and Peter are dating but somehow she dies and Peter thinks it’s because of him and he gives up being Spiderman? But he finds an old video of her or something and puts on the suit and is inspired to do good and like ‘takes a part of her with him’ or something please I know it’s sad :( ]]

I’m sorry!! !! I know that I’m doing requests out of order, but I needed to get this hella sad one out of the way right now.

I’m brave enough to finally write this NOW, and like, since I have a few other requests BEFORE this one, I don’t want to chicken out and like, NOT write this!

It really does pain me to do this, because I love Peter and don’t want to do anything that’ll pretty much break him ;A; but…a request is a request hhhhhhh

I promise that I’ll work on every request! Even if I go out of order, just know that if you requested a story from me, that I’ll always get it done <3

warnings: angst; death

word count: 3,000+

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!!


{always, throughout my body/ you run about and seem to overflow/ that’s why i’m not afraid; even tomorrow/ my beloved season calls me/ because i always feel you in me}

—[season’s call by hyde]

Peter lived, breathed, and fought all for the sake of his beloved girl.

[Full Name], the girl that had his heart from the start; she was his light and the sole reason why his heart beat each day. She was one of the few people who knew of his secret identity as Spider-Man and supported him fully.

Growing up as childhood friends, [Name] had been there for him throughout his toughest times: his fear at having these strange powers thanks to the spider bite, when he lost his uncle Ben and had to suffer through his guilt each night he heard his Aunt May crying herself to sleep, Liz Allan breaking up with him before senior prom-

[Name] was always there. Even when he foolishly believed that he loved another girl, his best friend (and soulmate), never acted jealous as she kept praying for his happiness each day.

And lucky for [Name], her prayers came true when he realized that his happiness could only be found within her.

After their final year at Midtown, Peter and [Name] officially became a couple. At first, he had been terrified of her safety, seeing as though he made many enemies while he was protecting the city as Spider-Man. Peter had thought about leaving her, breaking her heart with cruel words because just thinking about living in a world without her made his throat clench and heart ache.

But she never once swayed away from him. He recalls the time when he had attempted to break up with her, only to feel his words die against his throat when she gave him a passionate kiss.

“I can see through your words, and you’re a terrible liar.” [Name] murmured against his lips as he weakly stuttered her name. With her being so close to him, Peter couldn’t keep up with his cold and stoic façade.

Seeming to know that he was feeling guilty, she kissed the bottom of his jaw before saying, “Peter, do you know why I could tell that you were lying?”

He gulps and answers her with a soft, “Why?”

This causes her to laugh before gently tapping at his eyes, “I could hear your mouth when it said ‘I hate you and don’t need you,’ but your eyes were telling me ‘don’t believe me, I’m lying and I love you.’”

Peter wanted to cry in both frustration and relief, practically crushing his beloved girl to his chest when she laughed at him, “Darling, I know what I signed up for when I agreed to date you, to love you. Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you. Please, believe in yourself; believe that you are strong enough to protect both of us.”

He could only manage a nod when he wrapped his arms around her, somehow finding comfort in her words as he vowed to always keep her.

But he realizes now that he shouldn’t have made that vow.

Maybe then, [Name] would still be alive today.


It all happened so fast.

Peter was traveling across the city on hot pursuit of a black sedan. The driver had just recently robbed a bank when he had come a minute too late at the scene of the crime, giving the criminal plenty of time to make his escape.

He reaches the car, using his webs to land on top of it. Successfully catching the driver off guard, he feels the car swerve from side to side before regaining balance as it sped across the streets of Queens.

“Oh no you don’t!” Wanting to stop this car for good, Peter punches through the windshield, making the car swerve again when he shot his web against the steering wheel. The robber glares at him, spouting off curses when Peter purposely blocked his view of the road.

Looking behind him, he sees a lamppost just a few feet away and decides to take control of the vehicle. There was no way he was letting this madman escape, nor was he willing to allow the crook to cause even more collateral damage while driving.

Gripping on to the steering wheel, Peter takes advantage of his strength and turns the steering wheel all the way to the right, feeling the car accelerate as it steered off the path and toward the sidewalk.

“MOVE! EVERYONE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!” Screams were heard coming from the pedestrians as they quickly dodged the incoming car. When the sedan was close to hitting the lamppost, Peter lets go of the steering wheel at the last minute and jumps off, allowing the car to collide with the metal pole.

From his periphery, he saw the airbags explode, momentarily knocking out the culprit as he let out a sigh of relief. Sure, the way he stopped the guy was a little unorthodox and highly dangerous, but there wasn’t much he could do when the vehicle was already on the move.

When he lands in the middle of the sidewalk, several people were applauding him while taking pictures of him on their phones. Feeling embarrassed, yet happy, Peter was unsure how to respond to their cheers.

While he was busy basking in this small victory, he didn’t think that anything could go wrong.

He should have paid attention to what happened next; maybe if he had done so, he could have protected her.

In the midst of their cheering, there was a sound of a car door opening when the cheers quickly stopped before being replaced with a gasp.

“SPIDER-MAN, NO!” Peter freezes, unsure if it was really her voice that he had heard when he turned around.

He felt a familiar weight on his back as wisps of (color) hair filled his vision. A single gunshot was heard followed by a sharp intake of breath when someone began to slide down his back.

“Oh god, no, NOOO!” Peter sees [Name] slumped against him, feeling all of his fears come rushing back to him when he realized that the bullet was deeply lodged against her back. “No, hang on…! I’ll save you, don’t die, please don’t die!!”

Ignoring the crowd, he places [Name] in his arms and begins running, trying to see clearly as tears clouded his vision.

“Peter, baby, I’m s-so sorry. I couldn’t l-let him kill y-you, not when-“

“Stop, don’t talk, I swear I’ll save you just please don’t leave me.” He looks down at her broken form, feeling his heart breaking at the sight of her in pain.

Tears were seen in her eyes when she let out a shuddering breath, “Please, don’t hate me…for leaving you- I-I was so happy I got to protect you.

“Shit, no, [NAME]! DON’T TALK LIKE THAT!”

“Sssh, I love…you….even if I’m not here…I’ll always be…with you.”

He collapses on the ground, holding her body close to his chest as broken sobs wracked through him. Peter wanted nothing more than to run toward the nearest hospital, but he knew that would just make her injury even worse. If he had even a chance at saving [Name], he was going to take it. “SOMEBODY CALL 911! PLEASE! SHE’S BADLY HURT!”

Peter stayed with her on the ground as a number of people begin to crowd around him. They each called for help, but their efforts ended up being all for naught.

[Full Name] died that day in his arms as the deafening sounds of sirens made him numb.


[Name] had passed away while trying to protect him.

Peter had never once regretted his decision of becoming Spider-Man. Ever since he was 15, he always felt confident whilst wearing the suit and playing the superhero for all of Queens to see.

But now, with [Name] completely gone, he was filled with a self-loathing as he tore his suit to shreds.

He didn’t care if it was made specifically for him by Stark Industries.

He didn’t care about his prior awe about receiving these powers.

With [Name] gone, he just didn’t care anymore.

Feeling empty, he burns the remains of his suit while thinking back on all of the memories he had shared with [Name]. During her funeral, he could barely look at her parents in the eye even when they didn’t know that he was Spider-Man.

Yet despite it all, they never once blamed the former superhero for her death, seeming to feel that protecting Spider-Man was the right thing to do for all of Queens.

And that fact killed Peter, rendering him unable to speak when he ran away while in the middle of her funeral.

He would have much preferred it if everyone hated him for what he did. It was what he deserved.

When the remains of his suit were turned to nothing but ashes against the metal trashcan, Peter looked up at the cloudy night sky with his fists clenched together.

“The moment you died, you took my heart with you.”

I will never be the same again.


Where is Spider-Man?

WHY HAS OUR HERO GONE AWOL?

Crime has skyrocketed in Queens now that our beloved neighborhood hero is gone. Where could he be?

Newspapers were going haywire now that Spider-Man had seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. Ignoring the news, Peter hides his face within the confines of his hoodie before blasting his music at full volume.

The tiny white earbuds did little to contain the music, but he didn’t care. He simply had no heart now, and that was never going to change.

Aunt May knew that he was still grieving and gave him the space that he needed, but he couldn’t ignore the hopeful glances she had shot his way in hopes of opening up to her.

But her wouldn’t dare tell her the truth. The one girl who knew of his identity as Spider-Man was dead now, taking along with her the confidence the superhero once had in protecting the city.

After spending the whole day wandering around in the city (completely ignoring how his senses went crazy with every step he took), Peter returns back home to see May cooking dinner as she gestured at him. Peter slowly takes out an earbud to hear her, “Hey sweetie. I made your favorite dish and it’ll be ready in ten minutes.”

He simply shakes his head at the offer, “I’m okay May, you can go ahead and eat without me.”

Ignoring the pained expression on her face, Peter places the bud back into his ear before running into his room.

He locks the door before resting his head against it, feeling all of the emotions he’d been trying to suppress come rushing back to him. With a sob, he calls out her name, trying to stop his tears as he angrily wiped them away with the back of his hand.

Taking in a deep breath, Peter gets out his iPod and searches for [Name’s] favorite song. After locating it a few minutes later, he presses ‘play’ and allows the melody to fill his ears before pressing on the repeat button.

Immersing himself with the song, Peter holds his music player close to his chest before falling into bed.

He hopes that listening to this song would make him dream about [Name], just so he could see her again.


Peter wakes up with a start when he realized the song stopped playing. He groans and looks down at his iPod to see that it had run out of battery.

Taking out his headphones, he throws the iPod to the ground and runs a hand through his messy locks of hair. Looking over at the alarm clock on his nightstand, he saw that the time read 2:43 and groans, feeling completely depressed and exhausted.

I really wish you were here with me, [Name]. I wished I had died instead.

Feeling his throat clench at the thought of her, Peter felt an insatiable desire to see her again. Knowing what he had to do, Peter gets out of bed and heads toward his desk.

His hands were trembling when he opens the drawer, seeing his cellphone that he had turned off after attending [Name’s] funeral.

Knowing that he still kept the collection of the selfies she had sent him, he turns on his phone and waits for his screen’s wallpaper to appear.

When it was finally turned on, he caught a glimpse of [Name’s] smiling face before her picture was blurred, alerting him to a new text. A single notification had appeared on his phone, and it came from [Name] herself.

The text dated back a few days before her death, and Peter couldn’t stop his tears from hitting the screen when he opened the message to reveal a video made by her.

Her still form was frozen against the screen, and Peter felt his fingers tremble when he shakily presses on the play button. [Name] was moving now as she waved at him before speaking:

“Hey, Petey! I just wanted to tell you how much I love you today! And believe it or not, I think my love for you will just keep getting stronger and stronger as time goes by! I love you more today than I did yesterday, and it brings me joy to know that I’ll most likely love you more tomorrow than I did today!”

He couldn’t help but smile at her dorkiness, feeling himself laughing despite his tears as he watched her. [Name] shyly looks away from the camera to place a strand of her hair behind her ear, something that he’s longed to do now that she was gone.

She clears her throat before continuing, “Because I love you so much, I want you to understand that I’ll always be rooting for you. I’ll always wish for your happiness; but you already knew that, right?”

“If something were to happen to me, just know that I would never blame you for it. Whether it be you being unable to protect me, or e-even just a choice that I made- if I end up losing my life for it, then I want you to move on.”

“I know what I’m saying is practically confirming your worst fears, and for that I’m truly sorry. However, I felt like this needed to be said, especially when you keep dancing around the subject of my mortality.”

Peter had to pause the video, since the tears were streaming down his face so much that he could barely see the screen. His heart was breaking so much right now, and he was filled with so much guilt, “I’m so sorry…baby I’m so sorry.”

He covers his eyes, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. Despite how watching this video was making his yearning for [Name] become stronger, he knew that he had to watch the whole thing. His thumb hovers over the play button again, pausing briefly before hitting play once more:

“Peter Parker, you are someone that’s destined for greatness. You becoming a hero was no mistake, and I am so proud of you. Regardless of what happens, this little heart of mine will always love you and be filled with pride at how you are the amazing Spider-Man.”

“But please, promise me, even if I’m not by your side, you must promise me that you’ll never quit being the hero that I know and love! The Peter Parker I know wouldn’t be so cowardly, especially when he knows that his beloved city needs him.”

“I know you Peter, I know how you would react when you realize that I am no longer here with you. But you shouldn’t worry, because I’ll always be here for you. Even if you cannot see me, just know that I’m always right beside you.”

“I’ll be the sun that shines through your window when you first wake up.

I’ll be the needle like rain that hits your skin.

I’ll be the gleam in your eyes when you fall in love with someone new.

I’ll be the slight race of your heart when you feel happy and proud at protecting Queens from danger.

The memories that we share will always be proof that I am with you.

So never forget, Peter Parker.”

The video goes back to [Name’s] still image, showing Peter that the video had ended. His body was shaking as the tears streamed heavily down his face, and Peter inhales sharply before pressing his lips against the screen.

“I’m sorry, darling, for letting you down.”

Hearing sirens from a distance, Peter faces his window and licks at his chapped lips.

He knew what he had to do now- what he should have been doing for these past couple of months.

Looking up at the nook on his ceiling, Peter finds his meter stick and jabs at the opening, bringing down his makeshift suit that consisted of his mask, red sweatpants, hoodie, and fingerless gloves before putting them on in a quick urgency. When he was dressed, Peter opens his bottom drawer to find his web shooters hidden beneath a pile of socks.

Donning the cheap suit and fastening the web shooters to his wrists, he makes sure that his mask covers his face before opening the window of his room. Looking back at his desk, he sees his phone with [Name’s] picture still lit up against the screen and smiles.

“I’ll always love you. Thank you.”

With those last words, he uses his web and swings away from his room, ready to protect the city that had always (and will always) depend on him during its time of need.

[end]

Best friend (a.i)

Originally posted by beforeilose

GIF: Not mine
WORDS: 1633
PLOT: You are in love with each other but you’re best friends.

“Ash, can you get us some popcorn?” I yelled as Michael and I continued our Call of Duty game. “Sure.” He yelled back from the kitchen. “You know, he’d do anything for you.” Michael commented. “I would do anything for him too, he is my best friend.” I said, focussing on the game. Michael paused it. I snapped my head to him. “What the hell?” I asked, confused. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N. Think about it, you guys act like so much more than just friends.” Michael said. I have always liked Ashton as more that just my friend but I would never tell him that. We have been friends since we were 4 years old, I didn’t want to ruin that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikey.” I said, not making eye contact. “Y/N, I know you like him.” Michael said. “Who does Y/N like?” Ashton asked, walking in from the kitchen. We both froze. “oh, u-uhm nobody…” I stammered. Ashton looked at me weirdly. “I, uh actually have to get going so-“ I said, standing up. “But I just made the popcorn?” Ashton said confused. “Sorry!” I said, running out of Ashton’s apartment.

Ashton and I grew up together. We were prom dates and we spent every Christmas together. Where Ashton went I went and where I went Ashton went. He was there for my first break up and I was there for his. He was there when I got into a car accident and I was there when he did his first gig with the boys. He made me laugh and smile when all I wanted to do was cry. He gave me advice and told me what I needed to hear when I needed to hear it. He made even the worst of days better. I was absolutely in love with Ashton, but if he knew that he would probably never speak to me again. I snapped out of my thoughts when Michael called me.

“Sup.” I said, lying on the carpet. “You should have told him.” Michael said. “Mike, just let it go.” I sighed. “Fine, whatever. The reason I called is there’s a party over at Calum’s tonight, you should join.” He said. “Is Ash going?” I asked, hoping he was. Michael laughed. “Yeah, he is.” “Okay, I’ll go.” I said. “Cool, Ash and I will pick you up around 6.” He said. After that we talked for a while longer and then hung up. Michael was like a brother to me, out of all the boys, apart from Ashton, he and I were probably the closest. When Ashton wasn’t around I’d be with Michael.

Keep reading

My top 25 NaLu moments! (Part 3)

FINALLY! I’m sorry I dragged this for so long, but it’s finally here. The final part of my 25 NaLu moments, which means, the final top 5. Part 1 of the list can be found here, and part 2 can be found here. Now let us finally finish this. Beware of spoilers for the current arc, if you’re not updated on the manga, you probably shouldn’t read this.

Keep reading

I wondered as a kid why “Misty’s Song” never got the “Pikachu’s Jukebox” treatment. It doesn’t surprise me so much anymore, if only because of the lack of footage. Think about it - how many episodes have scenes of Ash and Misty camped out at night, doing the kind of head turns that would match the lyrics of that song?

“He Drives Me Crazy,” on the other hand, has broader lyrics, and Brock’s “Two Perfect Girls” did get the “Pokemon Karaokemon” treatment, so it does still surprise me that this never happened.

Of course, to really work, they would’ve had to rearrange and rerecord the song, like they did with Brock’s, to fit the roughly one-minute time limit they set for themselves on this segment. And I don’t have the tools to recreate the pokeball lyric generator, or a reliable source for footage to ensure consistent quality, so this is a rough approximation.

(Made this at the same time as the Valentine’s videos. You try making three videos on the same subject at the same time, with limited footage, and tell me how easy it is to avoid using the same clip twice.)

Deadly Magic

Summary: You and the pack go into the woods to search for a chimera but things go wrong and you have to use your witch powers to save your boyfriend Isaac 

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Word Count: 3,412

Author’s Note: The witch powers are based off of some of my favorite witches: Bonnie Bennett and the show Charmed 

Side Note: Bonnie Bennett deserved better

Masterlist 

Originally posted by fyeahdanielsharman

This wasn’t how you planned to spend your Friday night; walking through the woods, tracking a chimera down, trying to stop him from causing any more damage than he already had. But most of your nights consisted of you doing something you hadn’t planned. That’s what happens when your friends are supernatural creatures. Also the fact that you’re a witch caused you to have not so normal weekends.

Isaac got out of the passenger side of your car as you met up in front of Roscoe with Stiles, Scott, & Malia.

“Alright,” Scott said as he looked between you all. “Stiles heard that someone reported a creature in the woods while they were camping here over the police scanner. A deputy was sent to check it out but found nothing.  We know it was probably another chimera, but we have to find it before it attacks someone.”

“So what’s the plan?” Malia asked.

“Me, you, & Isaac are going to go check out the campsite where it was reported at. It probably won’t still be there, but we can try to catch its scent. Y/N and Stiles will stay here while she does a locator spell.”

Keep reading

Beauty and the Beast - Phan

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:Beauty and the Beast - Once Upon A Time in a far away land, Prince Phil was turned into a hideous beast. The only way to restore him to his true form, was for someone to love him as he was. A few years later, a young man named Dan appears at his castle and is forced to stay only to end up falling in love with the beast.  (Alternat Universe/Fantasy)

A/N: Inspired by this  post  by lldanandphil , Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite Disney movies and one of my favorite fairytales, and I hope I do it justice. While it is heavily inspired by the Disney version, there will be a few shoutouts and hints to other versions of the fairytale as well as my own twist to it.

—————————————————————————————————

”Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. Then one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose, in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearances, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within and when he dismissed her again her ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. 

As punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she’d offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom for many years. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell. Then the spell would be broken, if not he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the seasons past, he fell to despair and lost all hope. 

For who could learn to love a beast?”

“Is the Beast real ?” Asked ten year old Dan, looking up at the nursemaid resting in her rocking chair by the fire. The woman smiled and gently patted his head, the young boy was an orphan who’d been taken in by the lord of this castle. While he was clumsy, and had quite the mouth on him…he was also likable and sweet always coming to her for a tale before he slept. 

“Some say he is, after all there was a castle not far from here where there lived a prince. Unfortunately, the prince died a couple of years ago and the castle has laid in ruins…which is why people made up the legend of the beast. “ She explained, “It’s much better to imagine someone cursed than dead. Now get some sleep, you have plenty of work to do tomorrow.”

Dan groaned lightly, and laid down on the mat by the fire. It usually left him with cinders and ashes on his face, but at least he was nice and warm. His brown eyes looked at the fire, as he thought about the prince..what must that have been like, to be human one minute and turned into a beast another? Did he get lonely up there in that castle, all by himself? The people in the village knew of the abandoned castle deep in the forest. While many tried to go and explore it, only few returned. No one  else dared to venture into the forest, due to the ogres and wolves roaming around, as well as the beast that haunted the woods said to be the prince. 

Still..one day..he would go there. 

14 Years Later

Dan sat on the barrel, entranced in the latest book he’d gotten. It was a fairytale, of course it was. Everything happened in fairytales, daring swordfights, magic spells, princes in disguise. Nothing happened here, in the small village…sure the Lord who owned this land, and who’d taken him in held fabulous balls and feasts….which only the rich could go to. Still, Dan would much rather spend the day reading a good book. Especially today, when hardly anyone came to buy their wares. They did have to sell eggs and other food for money of their own. He sighed and looked up at the castle far off in the distance. 

“Ah, well isn’t this pleasant. “ Said a voice that immediately brought him out of his thoughts. He smiled forcefully, at the tall dark haired man, standing before him. 

“Baron.” Said Dan curtly. “What brings you to our land.”

“Simply here to escort his lordship, the doddering old fool. One of the only things he did right was, taking you in and allowing me to gaze upon you.” Said the Baron, Dan rolled his eyes and shook his head before closing his book. 

“Are you here to buy something sir?” He asked. 

“No, you know my usual question…and you have yet to give me the correct answer.” Said the Baron, 

“My answer still stands, it may not be the answer you want to hear but it’s still an answer. No, I will not marry you or go away with you as I don’t love you or have any feelings towards you whatsoever. Especially since you just called the man who took me in and gave me a home a doddering old fool” Explained Dan, making the Baron chuckle in response. 

“Love, who said anything about that? I am the most handsome Baron in the Kingdom and, well…you certainly are very good looking as well…we would be quite the pair Dan.” Said the Baron, Dan knitted his brow and tried hard to be polite. 

“Um…thanks but…I’m still going to have to say no. Honestly though you have a very, very high opinion of yourself and I need to get back to work. So if you’ll please excuse me.” Said Dan, as he turned to go back to the  stand where Jack, Louise, Jim, Dean, and Tanya were. At least with them, he felt much safer than being here with the Baron, who would look at him with those cold blue eyes. 

“Very well then but..my offer still stands Dan, and I won’t give up. Even if you’re a bit odd, your looks make up for that.” He replied, before walking away. Dan shook his head and headed back with the others. 

chapter 2

40 days after Ashura (20th safar)

Imam Sajjad(a.s.) was about 22 or 23 years old when the sad event of Karbala occured. Since Allah(swt) mentions in his holy Book that this world cannot survive for a moment if there is no Masoom “Imam” present at all times, Allah(swt) arranged it such that Imam Sajjad(a.s.) became severly ill during that battle and could not participate as a warrior. He asked the permission to fight in the battle but Imam Hussain(a.s.) told him that he had been assigned a different type of “Jihad” that was to start after the martyrdom of Imam Hussain(a.s.) - namely leading the women and children of the household of Prophet Mohammad(pbuh&hf) into the bazars and courts of Kufa and Damascus. Imam Sajjad(a.s.) was made a prisoner of war together with the whole family of the Prophet Mohammad(pbuh&hf). It was at this time that he was given the responsibility of Imamate and his was one of the most difficult times when any Imam was given this responsibility. Truly speaking, for him, it would have been very easy to die on the battle field as a martyr than to be taken as prisoner of war and see all the insult and humiliations thrown on him and on the womenfolk of the house of the Prophet. However, he did what Allah wished him to do.

After the martyrdom of Imam Hussain(a.s.), the survival of Islam depended on Imam Zainul Abideen(a.s.), and that also at a tender age of 22. He had a very hard job of letting the world know the mission of Imam Hussain(a.s.) and exposing the evil intentions of Yazid and the Bani Umayyah.
The army of Yazid treated him very badly by putting him in heavy chains. As a prisoner of war, he was made to travel on the open back of a camel in burning sunshine from Kerbala to Kufa and then from Kufa to Shaam (Damascus) - a distance of about 750 kilometres. Sometimes, he would be made to walk on the burning sands of the desert. This was not all. Women and children of the family of the Prophet Muhammad(pbuh&hf), too, were hand-cuffed and treated like they were slaves. The daughters of Imam Ali(a.s.) and Bibi Fatima(s.a.) were treated worse than criminals, their Hijabs were taken away from them. 

In the courts of Ibn-e-Ziyad and Yazid, Imam Sajjad(a.s.) gave lion-hearted lectures and presented the true Islam to the listeners and introduced himself and his accompanying members as the descendents of the Prophet Mohammad(pbuh&hf) and the leaders appointed by Allah(swt). His lectures had such an impact on the listeners that despite several attempts to kill him inside the court of both Yazid and Ibn-e-Ziyad could not materialize. Bibi Zainab(s.a.) and other women of the household of Prophet Mohammad(pbuh&hf) became the frontline protectors and were backed by the people in the court of Yazid who had still left some shame in them.

The effect of the speech was so powerful that everybody in the Mosque began to weep and to blame Yazid. Yazid was afraid that if the Imam continued his speech, there would be a revolution and revolt. At the same time Yazid could not stop the Imam and get him down from the Mimber. He therefore ordered a “Muazzin” to give Azan, knowing that this would automatically cut the Imam’s speech. But he underestimated the Imam’s bravery and intelligence. The Imam stopped his speech but did not get down from the Mimber. When the Muazzin said “ Allahu Akber” the Imam testified Allah’s greatness. When the Muazzin said, “Ash hadu anna Muhammaddan Rasulullah”, the Imam stopped the Muazzin from going any further. He then turned to Yezid and asked him.

“Tell me o Yazid, was Muhammad(pbuh&hf) your grandfather or mine? If you say he was your grandfather it will be an open lie and if you say he was my grandfather then why have you killed his son and imprisoned his family? Why have you killed my father and brought his women and children to this city as prisoners?” Yazid had no reply to give.

Yazid had to free the Imam(a.s.) out of fear of his own rulership, therefore, Imam(a.s.) was still not completely safe from his evil designs even upon reaching back to Madina. Once in Madina, Imam(a.s.) gathered the people and told them the horrifying stories of Karbala and informed them that his father Imam Hussain(a.s.) and his companions were martyred and his family members were made prisoners and were taken from one city to another and branded as traitors.
***
…. One of the most heart breaking stories I remember every Muharam & Safar is the story of imam al Sajjad (as) when he returned to Karbala. He had to bury the corpses of his father, his brothers (including his baby brother Ali al Asghar), his uncle, his cousins, his friends and his father’s friends… all on his own. As he was gathering the body parts of his beloved father imam Al Hussain (as), he saw a finger was cut off from him. This was done so they could steal his father’s ring! How inhuman and barbaric could one be? 

I remember our Imam (as) lying next to the headless body of his beloved father… hugging him and crying out to him. I remember his pain and his sorrow…
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon.
I also want to add: our imam unfortunately doesn’t have a shrine… but one can always dream of one 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb of any or all of the boys reaction to you having your nipples pierced pleaseeee THANK YOU AND YOURE AMAZINGG 💝

Luke:
So you two would be at his place after meeting in a club and would be making out on the sofa and then you would get on top of him and straddle his waist while you pulled your dress over your head. You would be smirking the whole time and loving seeing his reaction and feel him getting hard underneath you. You would shimmy off your bra and he would see the piercings and suck in his breath and say something like “holy shit”. It would turn him on so much omf and you’d see his eyes darken and he’d flip you over and be so dom like ughhhh

Ashton:
Okay so I think you and ash would have been dating for a while but you wouldn’t have gone further than making out and finally one night you would and you’d take off your bra and ash would see and he would look at you shocked at why you hadn’t told him while you just giggled at his face. Then he would say “kitten, you’ve been very naughty, did daddy say you could get those?” And you would say “daddy you aren’t the boss of me” and he would push you onto the bed because you’d both be standing up and he would kiss you so fucking hard and then tell you to get on your hands and knees and he would spank you for being so bad ;)

Michael:
Michael would have been the one who persuaded you to get them and you would constantly be walking around in his open flannels and boy shorts just to see his reaction because he loved them and they turned him on so much. You slept with no top on so when he woke up he would see your boobs and it would make him so horny and you’d wake up with him kissing your neck which ofc leads to amazing morning sex

Calum:
You would have told Calum that you had those piercings and he would have thought nothing of it but when he saw them he would make you ride him because he loved to see them and he would constantly be touching your boobs and he would suggest no shirt Saturdays because he always wanted to see them

SEND ME PROMPTS FOR LIL BLURBS/IMAGINES

2

They often met by chance in the late evening, wandering through the dark corridors of the castle.

But this time, Godric sought him out.

“You do not sleep very much.”

Salazar glanced at him with pale eyes. “I sleep enough.”

Godric watched as he drew a rune on a piece of parchment with inhuman precision. His hands were narrower and far cleaner than Godric’s but did not have the same strength.

Each to their own talents.

“Do you require assistance?” Godric asked, resting on the back of Salazar’s chair.

“Not tonight.”

Godric sighed loudly, hope of reconciliation turning to anger that tasted like hot ash.

“Why must you make everything so difficult?” He growled, pushing away and stalking to the door.

“Because it is difficult.” Salazar murmured, drawing an upward stroke. “As am I.”

Yes, Godric thought as he slammed the door behind him. I know.

We Were In Love - Ashley

A/N: For my fellow Purdy Girl ding-dang-whos-your-boss. Thanks for all the support you give my blog. I hope you enjoy! (Holy crap I’m proud of this one!)

It was times like this you didn’t know why you were still with Ashley. He was your world once, but now, he was just there. In fact, most of the time he wasn’t there, that was part of the problem.

When you had first gotten together, you were that annoying couple; so much PDA, glued together at the hip, sex on the tour bus. You’d travel with him all the time, you were like the ultimate groupie. You’d be there side of stage cheering him on, and when it came to sex, you knew each other so well. It was familiar, but in the best way possible, you knew just how to push each others buttons, how to tease in just the right way, slowly provoke the others orgasm out of them.

But now, now it was a completely different set of buttons you managed to push. The sex has slowly fizzled out, you pretty much never toured with him, he was normally out at bars or recording when he wasn’t away. It was like you didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.

Something happened, and you had grown up. You had had such plans when you were travelling the world together, it felt like you could accomplish anything. But realistically you knew that was never going to happen. You had to grow up and get a job. You couldn’t rely on Ashley all the time.

I’m home,” he called, half-heartedly from the front door.

He’d been out drinking, but was surprisingly sober. As he entered the living room, e was shocked to see you up. You looked round at him, just staring into his eyes for a moment. No real emotion discernible between you, just a blank look. You took in his appearance. He wasn’t the man you’d fallen in love with. The man in front of you was tired. He looked too skinny, the bags under his eyes were a permanent feature, often hidden under make-up for the sake of the fans.

You were sure you didn’t look much better. The relationship had really taken it out of you both. The fire that once burned so brightly between you had died into ash. Everyone was right, the passion was too great, it would never last.

What happened to us?” Ashley asked.

I don’t know,” you said turning away.

There must have been a moment everything stopped. There must have been a last time we had sex.

It was probably goodbye sex, before you fucked off on tour without me.

You say that like you blame me for this,” he said. “You knew my job when we got together, why did it suddenly bother you?

It wasn’t the job Ash,” you sighed. “It was the way you treated it.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Don’t you remember when thought we could own the world? When we would travel everywhere together and believe we could do anything? Then we grew the fuck up and suddenly, that didn’t happen anymore. It was just your thing, your job, and I’m stuck here with mine and seeing all these pictures of the beautiful places you see and the girls you meet. I remember when you used to look at me the way I’ve seen you look at some of them and it kills me.

You hadn’t realised you felt this way until you heard the words spill from your lips, your temper building

I thought this was what you wanted. You were the one who wanted a real job, I never asked for you to leave me like that. Part of the joy of the job is the adventuring, and what fun is that without someone to share it with? Of course I found other people to keep me company,” he retorted, clearly angry too.

You have your band! Did you really need all the busty bimbos that sparked rumours of you cheating on me every fucking week?” you yelled getting really frustrated now.

You know, what, this isn’t worth it,” said Ashley turning to leave the room.

You were cheating, weren’t you?” you asked, all the emotion hitting you at once, square in the chest. “Ashley Purdy, don’t you dare walk away from me!” you called after him when he didn’t respond. You hated yourself for being this way, you promised yourself you would never be this kind of girlfriend.

I can’t be like this with you,” Ashley responded.

This is the most we have communicated in months.

Yeah, but why does it have to be like this,” he asked.

Because I don’t know how else to talk to you now, you’re like a stranger,” you confessed.

I have changed a bit, sweetheart, it was all you, you were the one who wanted a job, who wanted to stop touring with me…

I never wanted to stop touring, but one of us had to grow up, Ashley,” you interrupted him.

You saw Ashley raise his fist and swing, you flinched, unsure of his intention, as his leather glove clad had connected with the mirror behind you. The glass shattered falling to the floor, catching the light and sending brief rainbows across the room.

“What happened to us?” you asked, tears taking over your vision.

“I don’t know,” Ash said softly. “I loved you so much.”

anonymous asked:

pynch from ronan to adam "what's going on here?" (pls slot tad carruthers in there somewhere lmao)

i was aiming for angst here but decided fuck it lmao

pynch ft.tad carruthers + “what’s going on here?” 


“What the fuck.

Ronan, who had just decided to lay down for a nap, was now wide awake at the rare event that was Adam Parrish swearing.

He made his way out of his room, slamming the door shut for good measure, as well as to let Adam know he was awake.

As soon as he did, though, everything became silent, and Ronan’s eyes narrowed. It was not unusual for the Barns to be filled with a comfortable silence, seeing as he and Adam were not much for forced conversation, but nothing about the current quiet felt tranquil, natural.

The air was thick, and it was tense, and Ronan even thought he heard a quiet shush. It was most probably for Opal, but he shivered at the thought it could be for someone else. He didn’t remember anything about them having visitors today.

He called for Adam as he went down the stairs, wanting to know what had made him swear as he headed for the kitchen, but before he could so much as get near the door, Adam came bustling out, falling into Ronan’s arms from the hurried action. Adam was slightly out of breath, sweaty, his hair wild, and it amused Ronan to see him in a surprisingly disheveled state, but it wasn’t like he was complaining, either.

“Rough morning, Parrish?”

“You don’t know the half of it, Lynch.”

“Well, as much as I’d love to have you in my arms all day, I’m starving.”

Adam practically wrenched himself off of Ronan’s grip, blocking his path. “No.”

Keep reading

What Goes Around

Ashton Irwin Imagine

Words: 1,751

Rating: fluffy sort of??

Warning: cheating!5sos sort of i guess

It’s been a year since you last saw Ashton in person.

It was hard to miss him considering his face was plastered all over televisions, billboards, and tabloids.

Your pain was everlasting due to this, no chance of forgetting him.

The breakup wasn’t some cliché, “I can’t do long distance.” Rather, it was that you had caught him cheating. 

Keep reading

Sorry?

Castiel Novak dies at the age of seventy-eight, holding the hand of his best friend, the friend he has loved for over sixty years without letting him know, the friend whose wedding he celebrated, the friend whose children he watched grow up, and his only regret is that he’ll never see those green eyes again, the green eyes no age or sorrow could ever change.

Thankfully, he is wrong. He wakes up in a house, a nice, big house he used to dream about when he was sixteen, was falling in love with the nice boy who sat next to him in English and imagined a future with him in a place like this, their children running about.

He smiles now at the silly dreams of a young boy, who for years wouldn’t understand that his best friend was heterosexual, his heart breaking over and over again when Dean went on dates.

By the time he met Lisa, Cas had grown resigned and content, and was happy for them.

He was part of their family, and he didn’t wish for anything more.

And now, in his Heaven, he can visit his memories whenever he wishes to.

And the house is everything he ever wanted - except for one thing, but it was an impossible dream that’s still circling in his mind, still giving him the Heaven he wished for when he was sixteen.

Keep reading

Proposal

Ashton

His giggle was infectious, even if I was mad at him.

“Will you tell me where we’re going yet?” I pout, shifting in my seat to look at him. Ashton smirked, shaking his head as yet another giggle fell from his lips. “Ashton!”

“It’s a surprise!” He grins, his eyes remaining on the road as he drove. I huffed, crossing my arms and returning my gaze back out of the window. Ashton chuckled again, placing one of his hands on my knee. “Come on baby, don’t be mad, I’m being romantic!”

“Flowers would have sufficed.” I grumble, but I take his hand in my own anyway. He giggles again, humming happily as we continue our journey in silence.

After what seems like a lifetime, he turns off the main road, the new road slowly emptying as it gets smaller, until we’re the only car left.

“You’re idea of being romantic doesn’t include murder does it?” I mutter, and Ashton squeezes my hand, smirking again.

“Damn. You caught me.” He whispers, and I roll my eyes, letting my eyes study his features in an attempt to work out his plan. He gives nothing away, and his lips tug into a grin when he realises I’m watching him. “Take a picture.”

“Shut up.” I smile, glancing as he finally slows down and parks the car.

He gets out, dashing around to my side so he can open my door for me. I roll my eyes but kiss his cheek as a thank you, earning a smile. He laces our fingers as he leads me through some trees, stopping when we reach a lake. A gasp leaves my lips when I notice a picnic blanket near the water’s edge, small lanterns surrounding it. I spin to look at him, and he grins at me.

“How did you-”

“I may have had some help.” He shrugs, tugging me towards the blanket. Before we sit down, he turns to face me, his smile replaced by a worried look.

“Ash?”

“I love you.” He says simply, and I smile, squeezing his hand.

“I love you too.” I reply, and he shakes his head.

“I’m in love with you.” He corrects himself. “Have been for a long time. And I don’t know why you stick around, considering we’ve been through some rough patches that would have ruined other couples, but you’re still here, still with me. And I reckon I must have done something incredible in a past life to deserve you now. But you’re it for me. You’re the only person I ever want. And when I think of the future, I don’t know what will happen to the band, or to me, or to anything, but I know it’s going to be me and you. Because there isn’t anybody else who I can imagine being in my life forever. I know I can be an idiot sometimes, a lot of the time, but I promise I’m your idiot.”

He gets down on one knee, his free hand reaching to his pocket and producing a box. I shake my head, blinking back tears.

“And I promise to be always be your idiot. If you’ll have me of course. Because I’m in love with you Y/N Y/L/N. So will you marry me?”

I nod, laughing as tears freely fall down my cheeks. He grins, sliding a beautiful ring onto my finger before standing and wrapping me in his arms.

“Still think flowers would have sufficed?” He giggles, and I laugh even more.

His giggle was infectious, and I had forever to listen to it.

Michael

The end credits of the film began to play, and Michael reaches over to switch it off. I stretch my arms above my head, the only movement I can manage considering the rest of my body is tangled with Michael’s.

“I love that film.” I yawn, smiling as Michael grins at me.

“I love you.” He smirks, and I roll my eyes, tapping his chest lightly.

“Get away from me with that cheese Clifford.” I smirk back and he shakes his head furiously, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

“I’m never leaving you.” He says, and I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Even if I need the toilet?” I ask, and he furrows his eyebrows. I snort, reaching up and smoothing out his features. “I’m kidding Mikey, I knew what you meant.”

“Did you though?” He asks, looking at me seriously. I nod mutely, playing with his fringe. “Marry me.”

“What?” I drop my hand, my eyes snapping to his. We stare at each other for a second, before he repeats his words.

“Marry me.”

“Mikey…I…we…do you know what you’re saying?” I splutter, and he sighs, pushing me away before getting up and leaving the room. “Michael!”

I gape at his retreating form, not moving from my place on the sofa. I stare at the now empty doorway, hearing his movement in another room. Just as I’m about to get up to follow him, he returns, dropping back down beside me. I open my mouth, but he shoves a box into my hands instead. My eyes flick between him and the velvet item, before I open it to find a gorgeous engagement ring.

“I’m not being spontaneous and reckless.” He mutters, causing me to look back up at him. “Well, I’m being spontaneous, but you get what I mean. I’ve thought about this. A lot. Too much probably. And I had all these elaborate schemes to ask you, but none of them seemed good enough. And fuck, I know you deserve more than this half arsed proposal on a Wednesday night where we’re wearing next to nothing and we’ve binged out on pizza and chocolate. You deserve flowers and balloons and the world, and believe me I plan on giving it to you. But I guess this will have to do for now, and you can request a do over if you want. So, Y/N, I know I’m unpredictable, and that sometimes I pay too much attention to video games, but you’re the most important person in my life. And the boys always joke that I fall in love too easily, but god it was like breathing to fall in love with you. It isn’t going to be easy, and I’m not going to promise to always do the washing up because we both know I’ll forget a lot. But I love you so much. So please. Just marry me.”

I smashed my lips to his, one hand reaching up to pull his face as close to mine as possible. I feel him grin against my lips as a tear escapes my eyes. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckles as I pull away, and I giggle as I nod, letting him slip the ring on my finger.

“And I don’t need a do over.” I tell him, causing him to grin. “This one was perfect.”

Luke

“Thank you for tonight guys.” I grin, unlocking my door as my friends all grin around me. “It meant a lot.”

“Aw don’t get all emotional on us now.” Holly drawled and I rolled my eyes, shoving her lightly as I opened the door.

“Yeah we only took you out to stop you from being so mopey about Luke being gone.” Izzy adds as we enter my flat.

“I don’t mope!” I protest, turning to face them.

“Yeah and Izzy doesn’t like Mikey.” Jen scoffs, and Izzy joins in my protesting.

“I do not mope!”

“I don’t like Michael!”

“God you’re both in denial.” Holly sighs and Izzy links her arm through mine.

“Y/N, have I ever told you you’re my favourite?” She asks, spinning us back to face my flat. Someone flicks the light on, and I gasp as I see Luke standing in my living room. He grins at me, and I squeal as I dash towards him.

“Lukey!” I grin, jumping into his arms. He chuckles, gripping me tightly as his lips find mine.

“Surprise!” He mumbles against my lips, and I giggle as he puts me down. I smile at him for a second before realisation dawns on me, and I twist my head to glare at my friends.

“You knew!” I accuse, and they all grin back.

“Have fun you two.” Holly winks, pulling the other two back with her.

“Thanks girls, and the others are back too if you want to see Mike Izzy!” Luke calls, earning a shout of protest before the door closes behind them. He turns back to grin at me, and I giggle, leaping back in his arms, his own laugh echoing through the room.. “Miss me then?”

“You have no idea.” I murmur into his neck, and Luke pulls back to smile softly at me.

“So I may have had an ulterior motive to coming home.” He begins, and I cock and eyebrow.

“What do you want?” I ask sceptically, and he beams down at me.

“You.” He says simply, squeezing my hips before taking my hands in his. “All of you. Forever. And in my head I’ve gone through this a lot, in different ways. I’ve written you songs, and speech after speech. But I can’t remember a single word now. Except that I love you. I’m in love with you. And I always will be. I love everything about you, even though I say I hate it when you try to warm your feet on me, or when you call me just to tell me I’m a dork. But I love you. And I want to show you how much, every day. For the the rest of your life. I love you. Will you marry me?”

He drops to his knee and pulls out a ring from his pocket, and my breathing hitches in my throat.

“Yes.” I whisper, smiling widely at him.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” I repeat, louder. He grins, sliding it onto my finger before standing and picking me up. I giggle as he spins me around.

“We’re getting married!” He cheers, and I can’t help the peal of laughter falling from my lips before I kiss him.

“Can we come back in yet?” A voice calls, interrupting the moment.

“Go away!” I shout back, nuzzling my face into Luke’s neck as I hear the door open.

“She said yes then?” A deeper voice asks, and I look up to see Ashton, Calum and Michael with the girls.

“Did everyone know but me?” I ask, and Luke chuckles.

“That’s kind of the point.” He mutters, his lips brushing my ear. “But I’ll make it up to you, Mrs Hemmings.”

Calum

“Talk about being dramatic.” I mutter under my breath as Calum storms off ahead of me. Clearly, I didn’t say it as quietly as I thought, as he suddenly stops and spins to scowl at me.

“I’m not being dramatic.” He hisses causing me to scoff and roll my eyes.

“Honestly Calum you’re just overreacting.”

“All I wanted,” He seethes. “Was an evening with my girlfriend and my family before I have to leave the country again. Was that too much to ask?”

“You aren’t leaving for another two weeks!” I whisper shout, aware that the eyes of passers-by were lingering slightly longer than they should. 

“I am perfectly aware of when I’m leaving thank you!” He snaps. “But that doesn’t matter, as clearly you’d rather not spend time with me.”

“Why are you so mad that I danced with your cousin at your sister’s party, when you were god knows where?”

“Because you were supposed to be with me!”

“I couldn’t find you!”

“You didn’t look for me!”

“Yes I did! I even had Mali help me look, but you’d vanished!”

“Well…that’s…erm…I didn’t know that did I!”

We stand in silence, both breathing heavily. I shiver slightly, the night’s cold air finally beginning to affect me. Calum groans, yanking off his jacket and putting it over my shoulders. I mumble a quiet thank you, shoving my arms through the sleeves and my hands in the pockets. When I find a small box, I pull it out, sending Calum a curious look. His eyes widen in shock, and I open it, gasping when it reveals an elegant ring.

“Cal?” I ask quietly as he groans, taking the box from my hands.

“Fuck it.” He sighs, dropping to one knee holding it out towards me. “Y/N will you marry me?”

I gape at him, looking around to make sure it wasn’t a joke. Calum groans again, and my eyes shift back to him to see his hand raking through his hair.

“I was going to ask you tonight, at the party, but I royally fucked that up. So I might as well ask you now. There’s never going to be a perfect moment, and whenever I try you’ll be mad at me for something anyway. So will you please just put on the damn ring and say you’ll marry me, so we can get a dog and a house and have kids and do all that other shit married couples do?”

“You’re a complete fuckboy Calum Hood.” I tell him, and the corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes it’s a yes.” I roll my eyes, but I smile as he slips the ring onto my finger.

I grab his collar, pulling his lips up to mine. He smiles into the kiss, and I can’t help the grin that take over my features, and the giggle that escapes me.

“I forgot to say I love you.” Calum chuckles and I smack his chest lightly, letting him pull me closer.

“Total utter fuckboy.” I tell him, kissing him again.

“You’re stuck with me now. Forever.”

“You’re just lucky I love you too.”

Confessions: An Amourshipping Oneshot

I wrote this small oneshot in honor of Amourshipping week! Sorry I missed out on day one, but I will try to make a one shot for each theme this week. Regardless I hope you enjoy!


Ash stepped out onto the balcony of the gangs room. The cool, fresh air surrounded him as he waltzed passed the threshold of the double doors. It allowed him a moment to breath. They had chosen to stay at a hotel this time. Usually when they stopped at a town they would stay at the Pokemon Centre for a day or two. But, on the way here, Serena would not stop gawking over how beautiful this town was in the pictures. She had read all about it. Apparently it’s a vacation paradise. So, as a result, the group decided on staying here for a couple of days. Making this a bit of their own vacation. Ash took in a deep breath and calmly gazed at the sky above him. The sun was about to set, painting the celestial sphere a deep shade of vermillion. He was lost in thought. His mind wandered, unearthing deep reflections within his mind. He contemplated how it was possible that a single person could destroy and rebuild him, over, and over, and over again. That a single person had the power to completely control him at will. Serena.

A calming breeze whistled through the air. The trees swayed back and forth in unison, humming a soothing melody as wind passed through the gaps in the leaves. Fall was approaching, and Ash could feel it. The setting was a harmonious one at that. The serene atmosphere made Ash grow tired. Though it was just cold enough to keep him awake. Ash rested his arms on the railing separating him from the balcony to a not-so-fun thirty foot drop to the ground. He settled his chin on his arms and looked on. His eyes drooping. Thoughts plagued his mind. A constant stream of nothing but Serena and the way she made him feel. It had been months since they saw each other again. It had been months since they started their journey. And yet still, he hasn’t found a way to tell her exactly how he felt. It was eating away at him. Every passing moment was another piece of his heart being torn out. And it was finally starting to take its toll. Recently he’s been letting up on his battles. He’s been losing them left and right. He’s become restless. Despite always being tired. And now, he has come to the realization that nothing will change, unless he changes it now.  I have to do it. He thought. I have to tell her. Today. Or else, I’ll have to answer to my Pokémon. I’m letting them down too. I have to put an end to this.

“Enjoying the relaxing air, are we?”

Ash jumped. He turned around and, as if on cue, Serena stood in the doorway, smiling.

“Yeah I guess you can say that.” Ash chuckled.

“See, I told you staying here would be a good idea.” She replied, her smile becoming warmer.

“What can I say? You’re a genius.” Ash joked.

“Mind if I join you?” Serena giggled.

“Uhm. yeah sure. Why not?” Ash gulped.  

She ambled over to his side, resting her hands on the railing. Ash did the same.

“So, Ash. Can I talk to you about something?” Serena muttered.

“Uh, yeah. Go for it. Whats up?”

“A-are you doing okay?”

“Yeah… why?” Ash beckoned, shooting Serena a confused look.

“It´s just that… you’ve been acting really weird the last couple of days.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You seem restless. Like you constantly have something on your mind. You´ve barely been eating, you’ve barely been sleeping. You aren’t exactly trying your hardest in your battles, and frankly, you haven’t been keeping up with your training.”

Ash didn’t respond.

“Ash, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

He still didn’t respond.

“Ash, please. Talk to me! I want to know what´s wrong. You’re one of my best friends and I hate to see you like this!”

“Serena…”

“Please, Ash. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Ash sighed. “Fine.”

Serena smiled and nodded Ash to go forward.

“So… I have this secret. And… I really want to tell someone. But… I can’t.”

“Ash, I need you to know that no matter what secrets you have, it will never change the way any of us think about you.”

“Yes, it will. Or at least I think it will.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to tell a specific person. But, i’m afraid of their reaction.”

“I know what you mean.” Serena chuckled.

“I feel like if I tell them… It’ll make things awkward. And I won’t be able to be their friend.”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“I can’t.”

“I promise my lips are sealed. I won’t tell a soul. Please, tell me Ash. You can’t go on like this. It’s unhealthy! You need to tell someone and maybe you’ll feel better.”

“I-I don’t know.”

Serena stayed quiet. Another light gust of wind blew through the air, adding to the tension. This is it. Ash thought. This is the best chance I have of finally telling her.

Ash sighed. “Serena….”

“What is it?” She asked calmly.

“Look. Serena, there isn’t any easy way to say this but…I like you.”

Serena froze. And Ash continued.

“I really like you. I don’t know what it is but every time I’m around you I get nervous. Every time we have ever touched, it sent a shock up my spine. Since the moment I saw you again I’ve held all this in and recently it’s been getting to me. I haven’t been myself. And I just needed to say this. Serena.. I-I love you.”

Serena’s eyes widened. She was frozen in place. A tear rolled down her cheeks. A few moments passed. A few moments of sheer intensity. A sense of panic plagued the air around them, destroying the serene ambiance that had previously settled. After a moment, out of nowhere, Serena ran out the door and off into somewhere in the hotel room. Ash stood, dumbfounded. He just poured his heart out to the love of his life and her response was a fit of tears. He was right. He should’ve just kept it to himself. He shouldn’t have told her. And now, his worst fears have come true.

Ash took a deep breath and stepped out of the balcony. He rushed over to the front door in a fruitless attempt to get by without being noticed. However, he was stopped by Clemont.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Clemont asked.

“Just going for a walk.” He muttered under his breath.

Pikachu jumped onto his shoulder.

“Pika-Pii.”

Ash lowered his shoulder and placed Pikachu on the floor.

“Sorry buddy, I think I wanna be alone for a few minutes.”

Pikachu and Clemont both looked concerned, but let him pass anyways. They knew he needed some space. Ash cast his glance to the ground as he slowly made his way out the door.

As Ash walked down the sidewalk of the city, he began to realize something. For whatever reason, it had become noticeably colder. Every color around him lost its saturation. Everything seemed so grey. His chest felt like it was caving in. He could feel all of his pain and emotion begin to crawl up his throat. However, despite the pain, Ash kept walking. The streets were completely empty. Not a single soul roamed the sidewalks in this so called ‘bustling city.’ As the sun neared the end of its journey beyond the horizon, streetlights started illuminate the path in front of Ash. Tears began to pour from his eyes. The small azure droplets rolled off his cheeks and fell from his chin. Eventually, they splashed across the floor, leaving a trail behind him as he continued walking.

A few minutes of walking pass and the cascade of tears began to wither. Finally, Ash wiped away what was left.

“Ash!” A voice called from behind him. It was a familiar one.  

“Ash!” The voice called again.

He turned his body around to face whomever it was the was calling his name. As soon as he spotted the person yelling, his eyes widened. Serena ran up and stopped about a meter away from him.

“S-Serena.. What are you doing here?”

She didn’t respond. A look of regret was on her face. They locked eyes, both of them

refusing to look away. There was something about Serena that made her so enticing to Ash. More thoughts plagued his mind as he laid eyes upon her. It hurt. It physically hurt how much Ash loved her. After a short while, Ash couldn’t take it anymore. He looked away, holding back tears.

“Ash… I-”

“No. I get it. You don’t like me.” Ash cut her off. A shadow cast over his eyes. “It might take a while. But, I’ll get over it… eventually.” He continued.

“Ash you don’t und-”

“Look, Serena it’s fine. It’s not like you’re obligated to like me back. I just want you to know that I still want to be your friend and I st– “

“Ash please listen to me!” Serena yelled.

Ash nodded.

“Look, Ash. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have run away. It was the wrong thing to do, but I was just so overwhelmed that I had to. Ash, I need you to know that I care about you.”

“It’s fine. I understand. But…does that mean…?”

Without so much as another word, Serena sprinted up to him as fast as she could and flung her arms around him, locking their lips together in an affectionate kiss. Ash couldn’t believe it. At first he was totally shocked. However, as soon as his recollected his thoughts, he absolutely melted. They broke away for a moment. Serena looked up at Ash with tears in her eyes.

“I love you too Ash.” She choked.

Their lips collided once again in another kiss. However, this time, it was much more passionate. They both loved each other to the ends of the earth. And at this very moment, no amount of pain, discomfort, heartache, or torment could ever match this amount of sheer ecstasy.

The sun finally fell behind the horizon completely. Millions of bright stars began to take its place. And finally, after so long, all of Ash’s grief, pain, hatred, suffering, and anguish was undone. Undone like the ribbons of a bow. His heart and soul were mended. The constant weight on his chest that he had felt for so long finally dissipated. He felt whole again. And this was all done at the hands of one girl.

Smash

REQUEST: Can you please make a smut were you’re just chilling in bed reading or whatever and then one of the boys walks in in their superhero costume and talks dirty to you and you get super turned Ono

Having alone time during the small time period that Ashton was home was very rare, except for the times he went to the studio. He had been there all day, so of course you took this time to curl up in bed with a good book and a cup of tea.

But little did you know what was going to happened when he got home. You hadn’t heard him come through the door, mainly because he tried his best to be quiet in order to his his little surprise for you.

While he was at the studio their manager had a lsurprise for them as well.

“Baby girl?” he whispered, loud enough for you to hear him. Your mouth dropped at what you saw in front of you. “Ash.. why are you wearing your Don’t Stop costume?’ you asked holding back giggles. There your boyfriend was, standing proudly in his costume, looking absolutely ridiculous.

"Well I asked our manager if I could borrow it. Thought maybe you and me could have a little fun,” Ashton smirked, “Do I turn you on baby girl?”

You laughed, “Not in that costume babe.” Yes you found your boyfriend attractive as hell and while he did look nice in his superhero costume, it didn’t exactly turn you on.

“You sure?” his voice much lower than before. Ashton moved closer to you so he was sitting beside you on the bed. He gently stroked your thigh, his hand moving closer and closer to your core.

“You know Y/N they don’t call me Smash for nothing,” he mumbled, his voice low and husky. Ashton was now rubbing you through your shorts and you gasped. “Ash-” “I bet you would like it if I smashed into you, huh? My cock filling you up." You moaned, "Ashton.”

“I know how you liked to be fucked baby girl, your legs over my shoulders and me banging the head board into the wall. You love that don’t you?” “Mmm.” Ashton smirked as his words made your core become wet.

“Don’t deny it babygirl I can feel your wetness through your shorts. So ready for me.” His fingers began to circle your clit making you shift. “Ashton ple-” “Uh uh,” Ashton tsked moving his hand away, making you whine at the loss of contact. “Come on Y/N you know what to call me.”

You glared at him, rubbing your legs together to feel some friction on your heated arousal. You did your best to give him the innocent doe-eyed look as you pouted like a child. “Smash please do something.”

This made Ashton smirk. “As you wish baby girl.” He hooked his fingers around your shorts and pulled them down along with your now soaked underwear. Spreading your legs he grinned at the sight of your glistening pussy. “So wet, so ready for me.”

He leaned forward and licked a straight line up your slit making you gasp. Lapping and sucking at your core he rubbed figure eights on your clit. You were a moaning moving mess under him, he always did this to you.

“That’s right Y/N you love that don’t you?” It was hard to say anything so you just nodded, eyes screwed shut. Just as you did so though, you lost his touch again making you audibly whimper. “Aw don’t worry baby girl,” he spoke softly, caressing your cheek as he smirked. “I just wanted to give you my cock.”

Ashton began to to remove the rest of your clothes, the only things covering you both falling onto the floor in a heap. You were both naked now and he teased your slit with the red tip of his now hard cock.

“Ready babe?” he whispered. Before you could even respond he slammed into you making you let out a loud scream. “Fuck yes Y/N that’s what I love to hear.”

Ashton started to pound into you, filling you up with each thrust he gave you. Your nails were scratching down his back, clawing away at his skin as he worked your throbbing core.

The only sounds in the room was both your ragged breathing and the headboard hitting the wall. “I think we need to change positions huh babe? What do you think?”

Flipping you over Ashton was now on his back and you were straddling his waist. You caught your breath before he got impatient. “Come Y/N do I need to keep doing it myself?” He began to thrust up into you making you bounce before you took over and did it yourself.

“That’s right, baby, ride my cock,” he growled in your ear along with a hard slap to your bum. You let out a yelp, stopping all your movement before resuming, grinding your hips down onto him each time you went down.

“Ash I have to-” “Does my baby girl need to cum?” You nodded your response. “Go ahead baby come around Smash’s cock.” And you did just that. He kept you bouncing on him as you came around him, moaning and raking your nails down his abdomen.

As you came down from your high he delivered a few spanks to your bum, making you breathing even more irregular. He smirked. “Ready for another round Y/N?” Before you knew it he had you flipped over again, his cock still inside you as he threw your legs over his shoulders and pinned your hands above your head.

“Harde- fuck Ashton faster please.” He started to slam into you again, going much faster and harder then before. "Do you like that baby girl? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?“ You moaned out, "Yes Ash I fucking love it.”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day Y/N. I couldn’t wait to get home and see you like this. All hot and moaning my name. I fucking love this. i fucking love you baby girl.” Ashton leaned down and kissed you, much softer and sweeter then his thrusts.

“Baby, I think I migh-” He couldn’t finish his sentence before he came, groaning in your ear as he filled you. “Come baby, again just for me.” Ashton hit your spot perfectly making your toes curl and back arch, signalling your second orgasm was approaching.

With the help of his thumb circling your clit you came again, both your moans being swallowed by the other as he gave you open mouthed kisses. Collapsing next to you he was breathing heavy as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“Well that was great, maybe you should wear that costume some more baby,” you giggled, “There’s always tomorrow Y/N,” Ashton grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

I really liked this request and I did it with Ashton because I honestly could see him doing this haha. I’m sorry the dirty talking was really awkward. Hope you liked it at least!

- Michaela x

#50 Drunk best friends

A/N:

Waay I just hit 50 prefs! Craycraycraaaazy! Oh and I just wanted to inform that this is actually personal experiences.. Alcohol is no good for you guys ahaha..

Masterlist || Country Pref Series

Luke:

“Why are we even in here?” You laughed clumsy gesturing to the small bathroom you, Calum and Luke were pressed in, the light off so the dark was surrounding you. “The living room was quite filled.” Cal shrugged and you just nodded your head, rocking your head afterwards to the beat of the music. “ So, how’s it going with the two of you?” Calum asked and instead of the usual groaning and rolling with the eyes, you and Luke just laughed at Calum’s question. “We’re just besties.” Luke slurred before slinging an arm around your waist pulling you into his side. Calum gave the both of you an unapprovingly look knowing how the alcohol had not only boosted your confidence but also effected your logic. “Well okay then besties, I’ll just leave the two of you alone here.” He winked his eyes before opening the door, grabbing the key to the lock before shutting the door, locking it afterwards. “Are you kidding me?” You slurred, looking around for any other exit. “Well why don’t we just use the time on something more productive?” Luke winked, turning the board to the toilet down so he could sit on it. “What do you mean goofy?” You laughed but did as he was hinting to, placing yourself in his lap, legs on either side of him. “Wanna make out?” He winked and you gave him a funny smirk before nodding. Luke started to run his hands up and down your sides as he kissed you hungrily making you grasp the back of his hair in your fist, the other one holding his cheek. The kiss turned fast into a full on make out session and as a small groan came from Luke’s throat you pulled away from him. “Easy there tiger.” You laughed and he just gave you a ridiculous smirk before leaning in again for yet another kiss. Leaning your foreheads together you looked between his eyes and his lips. “ I THINK THEY’RE DOING IT GUYS.” The sound of Calum’s voice was clear from the other side of the door, making Luke groan instantly now knowing that you were caught. “ Cal go away I’m busy.” Luke yelled and Calum just laughed. “ Don’t tell me it wasn’t my fault that you’re getting something tonight Hemmings.” “Whatever.” Luke said rolling his eyes before giving you yet another wink.

Calum:

Bragging into one of Ashtons rooms in his house you were faced with a half asleep Calum on the couch. “Cal?” You laughed seeing the blink his eyes a few times at your voice. “What’s up Y/N? Feeling better?” He asked as he sat up on the couch he before was laying down at stretching his arms. “Much better.” You laughed sitting in front of him on the coffee table. Ashton’s party was awesome to say at least, so many people being there with light music and not to mention – alcohol. It wasn’t far after your 4th shot that you had started to develop pain in your stomach because of the lack of food, key word never ever drink without food in your stomach. “Ashton gave me some chips.” You smiled widely your eyes dazing in every possible direction, still affected about the among of alcohol that was still in your blood. “Oh my god a guitar.” You exclaimed seeing the neck of it standing next to the couch Calum was sitting at. “Wanna here me play?” You winked at him before stretching your arm, reaching for the guitar. Grabbing it you placed it in your lap before placing your fingers in a random position. “Y/N you can’t-“ “I can play!” You interrupted and strummed it with your fingers. In your head the sound of Try Hard started and that was when you started to rock with your head letting your fingers slide over the strings whilst you started the verse. After coming to the chorus you sang louder and louder whilst letting your hands glide over the guitar Calum’s expression going from an amused one to an absent mind blowing one. After you had finished the chorus you looked at him with a big smile. “What…” He mumbled with squeezed eyes not really realizing what just happened. “I knew you would love it.” You laughed before placing the guitar back on its place. “Wanna cuddle?” You actually asked but didn’t really go for a respond as you almost threw yourself into Calum’s arms you almost cradling him like a bear. “Jeez girl you’re drunk. Remind me that we’re keeping the vodka away from you next time.” He joked as he shook your head at you.

Michael:

Luke had wanted to host a party for so long now since he moved in in his new house. Now that he finally had time, the party had went great – you having the time of your life whilst having a sober Michael after you like a lost puppy. The party had now died down, the only persons in the house you and the boys. Luke and Calum had went to bed half an hour ago but Michael had been fighting against your will, wanting nothing else than just go to bed but you wouldn’t have any of it in your drunken state. ”Are you ready to sleep?” Michael sighed, as he saw you come out of the bathroom door, smiling widely. “Yeah.” You cheered, making Michael “shh” on you. “What?” You whispered, letting out a giggle afterwards. “Ashton’s sleeping on the couch.” Mikey pointed towards a pretty much dead Ashton, filling the couch, a small among of drool falling down from his parted lips. “Ohh.” You said in a hushed voice and Michael just nodded his head at you with his mouth in a straight mind. “As you were walking around in the basement of Luke’s house where Ashton had crashed on the couch, the entire basement transformed into a music studio. Michael turned his back to you trying to find a t shirt for you to sleep in as a sight of a piano caught your eyes. Walking over to the piano you let your fingers slide over the piano’s claves before stopping at the bass end pressing your fingers down so the deep sound from the piano came out. “For god sake Y/N what did I just told you.” Michael whisper-yelled sprinting over to you before you could make any more noise. “Sorry.” You mumbled and Michael just rolled his eyes at you. “Come on drunkie, where going to bed now.” He sighed but you shook your head and as you did he didn’t hesitate to bow in front of you before lifting you over his shoulder. “What a nice view.” You commented and took a grab on Michael’s ass making him gasp almost losing his grip on you. “Y/N stop touching my butt, private area.” He hissed but he couldn’t prevent the giggle that escaped his lips. “We’re going to bed now there’s no but.” He said sternly but with a smile. “Fine.” You mumbled crossing your arms as he walked out of the music studio before heading towards one of the other bedrooms for you to crash.

Ashton:

“For how long have we been sitting here?” Ashton asked you as him and you were sitting in Calum’s bathroom, him on the board of the toilet and you on the edge of the bath tub. It was not like the party was boring, you and Ashton wasn’t just much for sharing your alcohol. So why not having a little drinking game just the two of you instead? “We barely have anything left.” You laughed followed by a hiccup as you filled your class with the last piece of tequila you had brought. “We’ll go steal something in the living room then.” Ashton goofed almost twice as drunk as you. “But first I have to pee.” He mumbled looking confused around. “I’m not gonna leave.” You laughed and he just shrugged his shoulders. “Won’t care.” He winked and started to undue his pants. “For god sake Ash.” You laughed before standing up walking over to the mirror now looking in your own reflection as Ashton did his business – still sitting down as he was too drunk to stand up. “God we’re weird.” You laughed as you stuck your tongue out at yourself. “That’s why we’re best friends. No secrets.” “Yea.” You mumbled winking to your reflection. “Are you done?” You asked turning your head but in a fast mode turned it back as you forgot what he was doing. “Hey don’t look!” He snickered afterwards with a giggle and you started to laugh as well. “My bad.” You shrugged before giving your reflection one last wink as Ashton flushed the toilet, approaching you because he was heading to the sink. Turning up the water Ashton started to wash his hands as you were staring at his reflection in the mirror. “You know Ash a little bit of bronzer would make a hella shit out of your cheekbones.” You commented and he looked at you before giving you a slight push with his hip. “ I would love to see you without it though.” He mumbled looking at your reflection seeing the now scattered makeup because of the heat of the party all around your face. “ I only look like this when I’m at parties. You know that silly.” You said bumping your hip into his. “ I know. I just think you’re prettier without it.” “You’re such a cutie when you’re drunk Ash.” You said in adore before ruffling his curls.