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aixelsyd13 · 1 year
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Halloween Playlists.
Halloween has the coolest music. I have made some playlists on various platforms over the years, Amazon & Spotify being the most recent. I thought I’d not only put them all in once place, but also share. I’m always adding to them and changing. I’m listening to the 1st list now. Amazon Music: Halloween 🎃 Amazon Music: Halloween PG Playlist Amazon Music: Macabrecadabra Spotify: Halloween…
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Trip down memory lane
A.F.I - Silver and gold
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Do I still liked it: 🥰
A.F.I - Miss Murder
youtube
Do I still like it: 🤘😆
SG Wannabe - Crime and Punishment
youtube
Do I still like it: 😁
SG Wannabe - Timeless
youtube
Do I still like it: 😁
Olivia Lufkin - Dress Me Up
youtube
Do I still like it: 🫤🫴
Avid Black Cherry - Yasashi Uso
youtube
Do I still like it: 🥰
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bartxnhood · 4 months
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you don’t go to parties | a.f.i
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ashton irwin x fem!reader
summary: ashton wonders why he keeps searching for you at parties. because after all, you don’t go to parties anymore.
warnings: drinking, swearing, just the party scene
w/c: 2.4k
requests open
not proofread
Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
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“hey, it’s y/n. sorry, i missed your call. leave a message after the beep. bye!”
“hey, uh, it’s me, just been thinking about everything tonight and i don’t know… i just miss you so much. call me when you can. bye.”
ashton removes the phone from his ear and ends the call, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh as he stares at your contact photo.
you were standing on the harbour bridge with him, kissing his cheek. it was taken on his first tour, when the band was opening for one direction, and he had just asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you of course said yes. he was your best friend and the person you had fallen in love with years before.
you've been by his side since the beginning of the band till today. you helped him throughout his most difficult times, and he did the same for you. at one point you considered him your soulmate and imagined spending the rest of your life by his side.
that was, until the parties.
it wasn't horrible at first. you'd join him at a few parties here and there. it was fun at first but then things got out of hand. ashton would party practically every night, and the parties eventually moved to his house, where you also lived. and it was well into the morning before the nights ended. so, you'd just hide out in your bedroom or at a friend's house.
it was exhausting. you could never get anything done because your house was always filled with strangers. and you couldn’t talk to ashton about it because he was always hungover and told you he’d talk to you later.
eventually, it got to the point where you just couldn’t take it anymore. so, you left him.
ashton was a disaster. every night, he'd be out partying or at a bar, hoping to drown out the haunting thoughts of you.
his partying addiction had gotten worse since you left. he couldn't even remember what he done the previous week since he had been partying so hard that it was killing him.
sometimes he’d call you when he was blackout drunk, professing undying love for you and how he regrets everything. other nights, when he isn’t so drunk, he’d still call you and apologize for the drunk calls.
he was spiraling down a deep dark alley, and if he didn’t fix himself now, he’d never see the light again.
ashton didn’t know why he continued to party and drink so much. but, he continued without thinking about the consequences. even if he knew how bad he was while under the influence.
some nights were worse than others.
one night it got very out of hand.
it was nearing five in the morning and ashton had one too many like he usually does but tonight was different. he was angry. angry at himself for letting you slip from his hands, angry he treated you like gum on the bottom of his shoe when instead of the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
ashton sat on his sofa staring at the wall with a red solo cup in hand, occasionally looking towards the door hoping you’d walk through and come back to him. but of course, you never did, and you wouldn’t because you don’t go to parties anymore.
luke sat with his head hung, rubbing his temples. “ashton, you’ve had too much. cmon man. just go to bed and we will clean up. it’s almost five a.m”
but ashton doesn’t say anything, he just sits there and down the rest of the liquid in his cup before tossing it to the floor
“yeah, no wonder y/n left you.” ashton hears michael say under his breath which was just enough to send ashton over the edge.
now it was getting out of hand, ashton was screaming his lungs out at michael while he just stood there with his hands up, signaling he didn’t want to fight ashton.
finally luke called the one person he knew who would help. you.
“hey, y/n, i’m sorry it’s so late…well early but ash is drunk, very drunk. can you come get him? he’s causing a scene.”
"what? oh, christ. yeah, I'll be there in ten," you said as you jumped out of bed, grabbed the nearest sweater and sweatpants, and ran out of your apartment.
your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. the drive was a blur, trying to get there as quickly as possible in order to avoid another fight.
you knew most people would never do this for their ex, but you still loved him. you were still madly in love with him at the time. you listen to every message he's ever left on your phone.
your inbox was overflowing with them.
you heard every sincere confession, every drunken apology, and every sober apology.
of course, you still had feelings for him.
you never stopped.
“thank you for coming.” luke swung the door open letting you slip inside, then walked through the trashed house. “he’s in the living room” you looked through the kitchen archway to see where luke was pointing, and then you saw him.
you pushed the door open and walked across smashed cans and cups to his side. "ashton?" your voice was soft, as if you were unsure how he would react to your sudden appearance. maybe he'll lash out at you, or he'll remain mute and go away.
he raised his head, his gaze meeting yours. ashton comes to a halt from whatever nonsense he was doing, which was probably another drunken rage. was this really happening? he asks, as he stares at you in bewilderment. are you standing directly in front of him? was he dreaming?
"y/n?" he calls your name, and you question, "ash, what's going on?" and his eyes glaze over merely hearing your concern.he only blinks in response, trying to figure out the situation.
he can't believe you're at his party after swearing them off, and it's for HIM. not anywhere else but his house. he says "y/n" a few times before wrapping his arms around your stomach and tightening his grip. he couldn't let you go away again.
you just let it happen and hug him back as he sits on the sofa, saying, "hey, I'm here, it'll be okay" and attempting to calm him down. despite your best attempts, he pulls away, taking everything in.
you noticed luke about to say something, so you put your hand out to stop him, silently shaking your head.
you knew ashton was in pain, so you took him upstairs. "hey why don't we get you upstairs and into bed?" you gently held his arm, which calmed him down. he allowed you to take him upstairs and away from the party. you pull over to chat to one of the boys on the way, saying that you're going to take him to bed.
"I appreciate you calling. I'll get him settled and then return to assist you with the cleanup." you say to luke before leaving.
you help him upstairs, doing your best to keep him upright. as you led ashton to the bed, he was babbling incomprehensible words. and after completing your normal cleaning and care for him, you took a step back. anxiety and confusion consume your body. thank goodness, his luke called you.
You've read the articles about his constant parties and the drunken scenes he created. he was a mess. but it was how he was dealing with the break up. you, on the other hand, have stayed home every night, watching sad movies, weeping yourself to sleep most nights, losing your appetite, and creating excuses not to see sierra or crystal. Isolation was your only option for coping.
you begin to rub the bridge of your nose as you stand by the side of the bed, looking down at ashton, who was in and out of consciousness. your heart was beating, and you were at a loss for what to do. when ashton opens his eyes and sees this, he becomes upset once more. he’s sorry you had to go to another party for him, and he rubs his eyes before saying, "you shouldn't have come." "y’hate parties." "i had to," you say, dropping your hands. "i was worried." he could see it in your eyes that you were sincere. "you're scaring me, ash" you took a pause to attempt to calm yourself as tears began to pool in your eyes.
you try to get him to bed without confessing anything or saying anything you don't genuinely mean, knowing he's incredibly inebriated and emotional. "scaring you?" he took a deep breath as he watched you toss his shoes to the floor. "yes. you’re killing yourself. i’m not going to sit by and let you do that." maybe you were getting a little emotional right now, so you looked away to gather your thoughts and finish getting him ready for bed. if he chooses to sleep.
you left the room once he was settled for a bottle of water. he probably won't know you're gone. only luke and calum remained, clearing up the garbage from the party. they all glanced up at you, waiting for news, but you just shook your head and said nothing.
you returned, half-opening the bottle and placing it next to the bed. ashton is staring at you in awe. "you're always the one taking care of me and i never deserved it," he says. “you deserved so much better than me." you didn't let the fact that he was incredibly intoxicated and emotional get to you.
you lower your head, nibbling on the inside of your cheek. don’t let him hurt you like this, y/n. you kept thinking to yourself, he was intoxicated and didn't mean anything. you get up to leave, eager to go home and cry into your pillow about how much he misses you. he reached for your hand, carefully gripping it, and said, "stay with me." you freeze, tilt your head, and appear torn, so he adds "please? just tonight." while staring into your eyes, desperate.
so, you stayed. laying on the opposite side of ashton, you heard his breath steady assuming he was finally going to sleep. until you heard “i love you.” you had only hoped that if you were still he’d leave it alone and would just go to sleep. but he continued. “when i left that morning, i didn’t stop. i never did. you’re my whole world, and i hate the person i’ve become. i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, but i screwed it up.” your heart was racing, picking at your nails you felt him shuffle next to you. “you were the best thing i’ve ever had and i let you go. ‘m sorry. you can hate me. i understand.” you waited a bit, but that was the last thing he said for the night.
you ended up leaving before he woke up because it was now daylight and you didn't want to be there when he did. you stood above him before leaving, and he looked so calm. naturally, you bowed down and kissed his brow softly before exiting the room. so, you were gone by eight a.m. you had a minor breakdown on the drive home, knowing that the love is still there, and seeing him so vulnerable makes your heart ache. but you kept reminding yourself that he was drunk. he most likely didn't mean half of what he stated.
right?
you had just finished your meeting the next day and were standing in your kitchen preparing a cup of coffee when you were stopped by a rhythmic knock. you walked over leaving the cup on your counter. as you answered the door, you saw ashton.
“hey.” he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket. you stepped back, then saying “why are you here?” ashton looked around, spitting a few framed pictures of the two of you which he thought was odd. he thought you hated him. he shrugged, “i just wanted to thank you for last night, and everything.” you sighed, “come in” you stepped to the side and let him enter, then closed the door behind him. “do you want some coffee?” he sat down on the sofa.
“sure.” he answered, looking around the room. you came back with a black mug and handed it to him, and took your seat across from him.
there was a moment of silence, the two of you would steal glances at each other but didn’t want to say anything, wondering how to approach the conversation waiting to be held.
his comment was abrupt. “i meant what i said, you know.” you looked up from your coffee, to meet with his eyes already looking at you. “what?” you blinked, placing the mug on the table. “last night. everything, i meant it. from me still loving you, to wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. i meant every word.” he was being sincere, he held eye contact as he spoke and didn’t break it once.
truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. the situation wasn’t ideal, and to be honest with yourself, you knew you still loved him. “ashton..” you finally spoke, followed by a long sigh and dropping your head into your hands.
“then why do you continue to do this? you’re drinking yourself to death, ash. how can i trust that you won’t do it all over again, even if i want to work this out?” ashton stands up from his spot and moves in front of you, on his knees as he holds your hands. "i get drunk to forget the color of your eyes and the way your hair falls and how soft your skin is and the way your smile makes me feel; but it seems like the alcohol can't change my memory of you." he had been waiting to tell you this for the longest, “i do it because it’s the only way i know how to cope and i know it isn’t the best way, but it’s all i know.”
ashton runs his thumb over your knuckles. you look down at his calloused hands feeling your lip quiver “and if that isn’t enough just tell me, and i’ll leave for good.”
you shake your head letting the tears fall, “ash..i just want you to stop..all this drinking isn’t good for you, i can’t just let that happen.” you say, and he nods. “i know, i know.” he hushes your tears, raising up to hug you. “i’ll do better, i promise.” he says into your hair while wiping your tears.
“how can i trust you?” you ask
“because, i love you. and i’ll be damned if i lose you again.”
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ughkat · 6 months
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brother's best friend | a.f.i
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au oneshot ❥
ashton x fem!reader
graphic smut, petnames
ashton is your brothers best friend, their band practice gets a little noisy and you decide to say something.
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I sighed in frustration at the blaring clamor coming from the basement, where my brother and his garage band gathered every week. I focused my eyes heavier on the book in my lap, adjusting my seating in bed.
Another loud clash, followed by a wall-shaking bass riff.
"Ughh." I audibly groaned, tossing my book to the side. I got up from my bed and walked heavily out of my room, mentally cursing my brother. Opening the door to the basement, the series of loud crashing and laughs came to a halt, as I hastily made my way down the steps. My brother and his two band mates turned their heads to my direction, my brother rolling his head in annoyance. I crossed my arms as I reached the bottom step.
"Can you be quieter? Please?" I hissed. I quickly scanned the room, making eyes at the drummer, Ashton. He returned a smug look on his face as I spoke with anger.
"We'll keep it down." Ashton sneered, emitting obvious sarcasm. I rolled my eyes before storming my way back up to my room. Just as I was about to close the basement door, three clicks of Ashton's drumsticks, followed by sporadic banging on his drums, louder than before. I let out a scoff of disbelief, but continued to my room.
Ashton had been my brother's best friend since I could remember. Him, my brother and I being so close in age aided the three of us to spend a lot of time together. Even into our early adulthood, Ashton has seemed to bring out our most immature selves, acting as we did when we were younger. Calling each other names, playing tricks on each other, meaningless arguing. Ashton was always just "my brother's best friend". In usual little sister fashion, I found myself growing increasingly more attracted to Ashton as we got older, but never acted on it in fear of ruining his friendship with my brother. I couldn't help but turn my longing into childish anger.
Ashton's smug face burned in my head as I returned to my room, sinking onto the bed. "That stupid smile." I thought to myself. Yet I knew deep down I was more upset at the fact that I couldn't really get mad at that "stupid smile". I laid on my back, staring blankly into the ceiling. I wondered how long I would have to fake hate Ashton—And does he fake hate me too?
I listened hesitantly to the rhythms coming from below me, finding myself tapping my finger to a bass drum. I pridefully caught myself, crossing my arms across my chest. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I enjoy his music.
Finding myself lost in thought, my wandering mind was interrupted by my brother's voice coming from downstairs. I sat up slowly to eavesdrop. Sounds of clanging and thumping of what I assumed to be instruments and equipment being put back into their place, followed by footsteps up the stairs.
As they made their way down the hallway to the front, I listened to my brother's words.
"Alright, see you guys. Ash is staying back for a bit." He chirped. The front door shut and I continued to listen.
"I'm gonna' go get a shower, help yourself to whatever." He continued to Ashton. I listened for the footsteps heading toward the bathroom, followed by the bathroom door latching shut. I watched the small opening at bottom of my door frame with anticipation of where Ashton would set himself. Sitting in my own silence for a few moments, I snapped out of my trance on the the door, realizing what I was doing and shook my head. "You're being a psycho." I thought to myself. I laid back lazily into my bed and grabbed the book from where I had tossed it, returning to my interrupted page.
My mind wandered into a world besides my own as the text on the pages before me flooded my brain. I was numb to everything around me, 100% encapsulated in my book. A jolting flinch shook my body and mind, tearing me from my fantasies when I heard three heavy knocks on my door. I threw my hands down to my lap abruptly with a frustrated sigh, tossing my head back.
"What?" I groaned, dragging out my words, I was awaiting the unwanted presence of my brother. My door began to open slowly, revealing the unexpected visitor.
"May I come in?" Ashton spoke with a cheeky smile, peaking only his head through. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, eyeing him up and down.
"Why?" I questioned with a petty tone.
"C'mon we haven't just talked and hung out in forever." He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow before letting out a sigh.
"I guess, come in." I shrugged, putting my book to the side with a sigh. Ashton carefully entered my room, closing the door behind him. I glanced quickly at the door as it latched shut, then to him. I scooted back into my headboard allowing room for Ashton to take his seat. He sat down with comfortability as if he'd been in my room a thousand times before.
"We were disrupting your reading...?" He started, reaching for my book.
"Yeah. On purpose." I muttered. He let out a scoff.
"On purpose?" He mocked with a smirk, now looking at me. I looked up at him, his gaze burning into mine. His face was only inches away.
"Yes, on purpose. You got louder after I left." I argued matter of factly. Ashton tilted his head, not breaking his gaze on me.
"You're cute." He chuckled. My heart began to pick up its pace, making my palms clammy. I rolled my eyes, looking away.
"Did you need something?" I huffed. I turned back to look at him, his face was suddenly noticeably closer. A small gasp escaped my lips as I almost connected faces with him. Ashton studied my features closely, meeting my eyes multiple times. My face slowly got hot as his face was merely inches from mine.
"I just wanted to come see you." He spoke softly, slowly moving his hand to my knee. A shiver was sent up my body at the touch of his rough hands against my skin. My breath hitched as he moved in closer, his hand carefully moved up my upper leg, drawing small circles on my inner thigh. I began to shift in my seat under his touch. Ashton looked back up to me, our eyes connected once more before he swiftly leaned into a kiss. I froze and gasped onto his lips, but swiftly, I melted into the kiss. He pulled back quickly, looking at me deeply.
"Is this okay?" He whispered. I nodded slowly, looking at him through my eyelashes. He swiftly pushed me onto my back, reconnecting our lips. The feeling of him on top of me sent a rush of euphoria throughout me, making the pit of my stomach flutter. He began to deeply kiss down my neck, then my chest.
"You're so beautiful." He muttered into my skin. He sat up on his knees and removed my tank top vigorously, following with my sweats. He sat himself beside me, bringing his fingers down to my slick slit. My back arched at the feeling of his cold, calloused touch.
"You're so wet for me, princess." He muttered into my ear. My chest rose and fell quickly as I watched him slowly pump two fingers in and out of my hole. I wrapped my arm around his, gripping into his toned bicep. My head lolled lazily into his shoulder, whimpers escaping my lips. He focused intently on his hand as he strategically worked his fingers on my sensitive bud and hole, making me slicker for him. He removed his two fingers, bringing them to my lips. I slowly opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around his slick fingers.
"That's a good girl." He smiled.
Ashton abruptly flipped us over, leaving me straddling him. I made my way down the bed, assisted him in removing his jeans and boxers. I returned to my position on top of Ashton, and reconnected our lips for another kiss. His calloused hands found my hips, guiding them slowly against his throbbing member. I whimpered at the feeling of him against my eager heat.
"You want my cock, princess?" He growled into my lips, digging his fingers into my skin. I nodded while biting my lip, suppressing a moan.
"I can't hear you. Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock." He breathed into my ear, grinding my hips harder into his member.
"P..please." I whimpered, "I want it." I squeaked out what I could. Ashton pulled my underwear to the side, now gliding his shaft against my wet folds. He chuckled with a smirk before speaking.
"Aww, you don't like being teased?" He mocked softly in my ear, budding his tip on my entrance. I let out a whine and rolled my head onto his shoulder, bucking my hips. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, and the other lining up his slick member to my entrance.
"You just wanna' get fucked, don't you?" He chuckled, sliding himself in swiftly mid sentence. I tossed my head back with a gasp at the sudden feeling of him filling me up. He placed a hand at my hip and began to bounce me up and down. I let out a squeal and placed my hands on Ashton's shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He slapped a hand across my mouth with a chuckle. Abruptly, Ashton flipped us over, leaving me on my knees with my face against the mattress. He put a hand on the side of my face, the other on my hip.
"You're taking my cock like such a good girl." He groaned, leaning down to my ear. I whined and whimpered into the pillow, grabbing at any sheet in my vicinity.
"Fuck... Ash." I whined into the pillow. He gripped tightly onto my hip, keeping a steady hand on my face.
"You like being fucked like a slut, baby?" He growled. "You like being my slut?".
He fastened his rhythm, causing my legs to shake. I slowly began to feel my climax build, and so could he. He tossed his head back with a groan at the feeling of my tightening walls.
"You gonna' cum for me, princess?" He spoke. "You gonna' cum all over my cock for me?". My legs buckled as I released around Ashton's member, letting out a series of curses and cries. Ashton only quickened his pace to finish himself off, making me shake uncontrollably.
"Fuckk, Y/n." He whined, pounding vigorously into my sensitive hole. He gripped my hip tightly, pulling out and releasing his load onto my back with a groan. We sat in silence for a second to catch out breath before Ashton spoke.
"Are you okay?" He said gently, with genuine care in his eyes. I turned my head with a giggle and ran a hand through my now tangled hair.
"I'm okay." I sighed. "You need to get this off my back, though." I gestured to his mess on my back. He shook his head with a laugh, looking down. I gestured to a dirty towel I had already planned to wash later that day. I sat in my own thoughts as Ashton cleaned me up, before he took his seat next to me, handing me my clothes.
"So...What do we tell Y/b/n?" Ashton spoke with an awkward smirk. I sighed, also unsure. But I knew it'd be best that he didn't know.
"I can keep a secret if you can." I shrugged. Ashton let a smile take over his face as he pulled up his jeans.
The two of us were interrupted by the sound of my brother's bedroom door, Ashton looked at me with wide eyes.
"Go, go, get out." I mouthed, shooing him out of the room. He quickly gathered his shoes and made his way out of the door. Opening it once more and blowing a cheeky kiss. A giggle escaped me before I flopped back into my bed with my hands over my face, butterflies taking over my stomach as I fantasized about my newfound guilty pleasure.
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hitlikehammers · 2 months
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hitlikehammers' Hobbit-Birthday Fic-Giving Fest
So you know how Hobbits celebrate their birthdays by giving gifts, rather than receiving them?
WELCOME TO MY HOBBIT-STYLE BIRTHDAY FIC-GIVING PROMPT FEST!!!
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wherein YOU prompt ME to write stuff, and to clarify from the outset: YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE FOLLOWING ME TO PARTICIPATE. Did you find this at random? Via reblog? Just kinda want a fic but don’t want my babble regularly on your feed? I. DO. NOT. CARE. This is my birthday month (well, soon) and I want to be giving and gregarious and generous and generally positive about writing little gifts so: prompt anyway.
THE RULES
✨ You have THREE (3) choices for prompting
CONCEPT PROMPTS: basically Ao3 tags, or close enough—pick one, give me a little direction if you don’t want me to just write ~anything~, and then you’re all set SONG PROMPTS: pick a song, ideally also pick a lyric from the song, and if you want to give me some short direction for it go ahead; these are the largely-random choice of Spotify on shuffle; it got kinda moody and angsty on me and picked songs I was never huge into and some from legitimately years ago but: the algorithm prevails DIALOGUE PROMPTS: either inspiration or to be included in the fic, I cannot guarantee either way but if you have a STRONG PREFERENCE, you should point that out; and again, if you want to provide a couple words of direction: do so
✨ if I am already writing you a gift fic for something else: THIS IS DIFFERENT (also shorter so even MORE DIFFERENT)—ask again if you want to, you’re more than welcome, honestly it’s more a gift for me because…hobbity-birthday 
✨ you have to MESSAGE/ASK ME or COMMENT ON THIS POST with your prompt because I am going to miss it if you reblog or tag or whatever-other-means-of-telling-me that is not a message/ask/comment, and that would be v sad ✨ I will only be writing ONE FIC PER PROMPT, so if you like one? Grab it. If I haven't had time to edit the list (which is likely because timezones and my work schedule) and they get duplicated, I'll reach out to the second claimer for a new prompt.
✨ if you’re not okay with NSWF content, you need to state that in the prompting message; I’m not saying you’re going get NSFW stuff, but if you’re absolutely against it, gotta flag that in advance 
✨ because someone asked: if you want to attach one of these to one of my existing fics/‘verses, include that because that’s usually super fun and there are only maybe two fics I wouldn’t try to follow up with a tiny thing on request
✨ the default ship right now is my most currently active one: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson. If you want to prompt a ship that is not Steddie, note that and check if I’m familiar with it here, or take your chances; I’ll message you if it’s not something I write
SO: pick one of the prompt lists above and send it my way so I can start writing you words.
PROMPTS ARE OPEN THROUGH 31 JANUARY 💜
so...y'know. Prompt me. It's my BIRTHDAY 🎉
also if you hate links have all the prompts, here: below
CONCEPT PROMPTS: pick one, a provide a little direction with 2-3 words, up to a sentence
Merperson/Siren AU
Monsterfucking
Wrong Number/Wrong Blind Date AU
Hurt/Comfort
Baked Goods (as in: prompt me with a pastry you’d like to be eating rn)
Secret Relationship 
Royalty AU
Established Relationship 
Dark AU
Near-Death Experience
Missed Connection AU 
Cocktails (as in: prompt me with how your mixologist knows you)
Misunderstandings
Pre-Season 4
Domestic Fluff
Creaturefic
[Character]-Has-Powers
Vampire AU
PWP
Famous AU
Presumed Dead/Emotional Reunions 
Soulmate AU
Whump
First Times
Warm Drinks (as in: prompt me using what you order from your barista)
Magic AU
Fluff
Meet Cute/Ugly
Nightmares
Angels/Demons AU
SONG PROMPTS: pick a song, ideally a lyric FROM the song and a word or two for context of your intended prompting
Never Tear Us Apart—INXS
I Will Wait—Mumford & Sons
Any Other World—MIKA
The Days Of The Phoenix—A.F.I.
Manhattan Skyline—a-ha
Jilted Lovers & Broken Hearts—Brandon Flowers
Why Can’t This Be Love—Van Halen
The Navesink Banks—Gaslight Anthem
Holocene—Bon Iver
Wicked Campaign—Modest Mouse
Follow—Brandi Carlile 
Jesus Christ—Brand New
Little Talks—Of Monsters and Men
Clever Meals—Tegan and Sara
Will Anybody Ever Love Me?—Sufjan Stevens
A Light On In The Dark—Darlingside
To Build A Home—The Cinematic Orchestra
sever the blight—hemlocke springs
These Things—She Wants Revenge 
The Light Behind Your Eyes—My Chemical Romance
Come Undone—Duran Duran
Song For Zula—Phosphorescent 
Last Words of a Shooting Star—Mitski
This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)—Talking Heads
Majesty—Madrugada
Fake Empire—The National
A Dustland Fairytale—The Killers
Fast Car—Tracy Chapman  
At The Bottom Of Everything—Bright Eyes
The Trapeze Swinger—Iron & Wine
QUOTE PROMPTS: pick one, and if you have a context, I’ll take up to 3 words as direction
“That’s… not what that means.” 
”They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true.”
“…Why?” 
“Now, I’m not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realise that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it.”
“I’ve never felt this way before.” 
”So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day."
“What are you doing?”
“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.”
“I assume I deserve this, but can you tell me why you want to kill me this time?”
”We aren't here to make things perfect."
“You meant the world to me. I should have protected you.” 
"You're the first boy I ever kissed... and I want you to be the last."
“What? Like it’s hard?”
“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”
“Who did this to you?” 
“I want to tell you with my remaining strength that I love you. I always have. I'll drift next to you every day as a ghost just to be with you. Even if I was banished to the darkest place, my love will keep me from being a lonely spirit."
“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?”
”When I first saw you, I felt like I knew you, and I couldn't stop seeing my life with you, and building a family together. One that isn't stuck in the pain of the past. It's very pretty."
“You’re worth so much more than me.” 
“I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one.”
“This isn’t going to end well.” 
"Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it."
“Please! You have to let me make this right.” 
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
“You’re a monster.”
“You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.”
“You don’t want this.” 
“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love--I love--I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
“Why did you lie?”
”I don't want to sound foolish, but remember love is what brought you here. And if you've trusted love this far, don't panic now. Trust it all the way." 
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sinliketheantichrist · 6 months
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west coast - a.f.i.
requested: no, aves gave me the idea last night 😏
cw: SMUT!! pool sex, smacking, dom!ash, name calling, orgasm denial
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i followed ashton through the gate of calum’s backyard, greeting everyone as we arrived. calum was having a pool party today, and invited us and the other guys with their girlfriends.
i greeted sierra, setting my things down on one of the tables. “i know i saw you like two days ago when you tried on this swimsuit, but girl you look even hotter wearing it!” she squealed. i laughed at her, striking a few poses.
“ashton you better watch out, i might try and steal your girl.” she joked. i playfully hit her shoulder, laughing at her.
“oh stop it!” i laughed. i turned around to see ashton talking with michael, glaring at sierra. as i began to walk over, sierra slapped my ass quickly.
i turned back to her, seeing her backing away, giggling as she did so. “bitch!” i laughed, going to chase her.
she started running, but was quickly stopped by luke. he grabbed her holding her still as i ran over. luke gave me a nod, loosening his grip on her.
i grabbed sierra, pushing her into the pool, laughing. luke gave me a high five, laughing at sierra when she resurfaced.
“rude!” she giggled, wiping her eyes. i laughed at her, walking over to ashton. his eyes were already glued to me.
“hey darlin’, how’s it going?” i said, hugging his side. he gripped my waist, leaning down to my ear.
“don’t forget who you belong to.” he growled lowly in my ear. my breath hitched, my eyes widening slightly, looking up at him.
i knew i was already in for a punishment, but he didn’t know that i loved it. i plotted in my head before leaving his side, jumping into the pool. sierra and luke had both been in their, swimming around.
i splashed sierra, making luke laugh as she gasped. “come here.” i whispered. she swam forward, listening to me.
“help me make ashton jealous.” i said quietly. she smiled, knowing what to do already. she grabbed me before pushing me down into the water.
i squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath as i went down. i came back up laughing, swimming over to her. i stuck my tongue out at her.
we continued play fighting, making luke laugh, and ashton burn his eyes into me. we got luke in on the plan, thinking it was funny to mess with his band mate.
luke wasn’t one to get jealous of sierra and i joking around. we’d been friends for years, way before she knew luke, so he understood how close we were.
ashton knew too, but he was one to get jealous, and absolutely hated when i play flirted with her. ashton finally jumped in the pool, calum and michael coming in a few minutes after with crystal and brandy.
ashton swam over to me, pulling me away. i giggled as he did so, knowing he was absolutely livid. “what did i say about forgetting who you belong to?” he said, pulling me to the steps of the pool. he sat on them, pulling me on his lap.
“hmm, i don’t know.” i shrugged. he squeezed my thigh harshly. i watched as all our friends were busy with each other, laughing.
“you wanna be a brat?” he asked, his hand quickly slipping my bottoms to the side as he rubbed at my clit.
i gasped at the sudden feeling, biting my lip. “good girls get what they want, brats get used.” he stated, slipping his fingers inside of me. i coughed, trying to cover my moans. he chuckled darkly.
he curled his fingers before adding in a third one, i gasped as he stretched me out, my orgasm coming close. “please sir, i’ll be a good girl from now on, i promise, please, just let me cum.” i begged quietly, laying my head back on his shoulder.
“oh you promise, huh?” he mocked. i nodded, my face feeling like it was on fire. i bit down my my lip, burying my face into the crook of his neck.
“gonna be so good for you, want you to make me cum.” i whimpered. his fingers picked up their pace, making my thighs squeeze together.
“f-fuck, please, ash, sir, need to cum.” i cried quietly. he kissed my head quickly.
“go on darling, cum on my fingers.” he encouraged. i clenched around him, my thighs shaking as i choked back my moans.
“such a good girl, being so naughty while we’re with all our friends. did so good, but do you think you can take my cock?” he said, his length slipping inside me.
my eyes widened as i tried to contain myself. i held my breath, feeling as he slowly moved in and out of my heat.
“can’t stay quiet sir, it’s too much.” i gasped. he guided my hips to grind on his cock, making him hit my g spot.
“fuck, s-sir, i’m close already.” i whined, his tip hitting deep inside me.
“you may have been a good girl taking my fingers, but you still need to remember who you belong to darling. you don’t get to cum until i say so.” he said sternly, his nails digging into my skin.
i moaned softly at the pain. “you like being fucked while any of our friends could look over and see what’s happening? like being a dirty whore?” he said, biting my neck.
“yes sir, love having your cock whenever i can.” i moaned, clenching around him.
“do that again and we’re stopping and i’m taking you home.” he said sternly. i did it again anyways, wanting more than anything to go home and let him have his way with me.
he gripped my hips, stopping all movements as he slid out of me. “oh so you wanna go home? gonna be a little slut for me?” he asked. i nodded, fixing my bottoms.
he adjusted himself and pulled me out of the pool. “sorry to cut it short everyone, y/n here isn’t feeling the greatest so we’re gonna head home.” he lied, grabbing our things from the table. he dried me off, doing the same to himself.
everyone wished us well, hoping i’d feel better. i looked back at luke and sierra smirking at me, knowing what was really happening. i winked at them before disappearing from the backyard.
ashton pulled me into the car, throwing our stuff in the back. as soon as we were both buckled, he started the car as we drove the short distance to our home.
i sat quietly, watching out the window, smirking slightly. i’d gotten what i wanted, and knew that there’d be punishment, but i wanted that more than anything. he pulled into our driveway, slamming the car door as he got out.
i slowly got out, following him to the door. he threw out things on the counter before grabbing my waist, wrapping my legs around him.
he carried me upstairs, throwing me onto our bed. “such a dirty little whore. want to get fucked that bad?” he said, pulling my top off of me as i slid out of my bottom.
“want you so bad, ash.” i whined. he slapped my thigh, causing me to moan.
“now that’s not my name, is it angel?” he taunted. i shook my head.
“words, i want to hear them.” he said, pulling his swim trunks down to reveal his cock. i bit my lip, closing my eyes.
“no sir, it isn’t.” i breathed, his cock sliding against my slit. he smirked down at me as moved around.
“stop squirming, doll. makes it a lot harder to fuck you.” he said, slamming into me. i cried out as he pounded into me, kissing and sucking at my breast.
“feel good, doll? having my cock so deep inside you?” he asked. words became hard to form, only ‘yes’s falling from my mouth. he chuckled as my eyes rolled back.
his cock pulsed inside me as he lift one of my legs over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist. he groaned as he watched my fall apart.
“you like getting fucked dumb? being fucked like a little slut?” he said, smacking my face slightly.
tears rolled down my cheeks, pleasure consuming my body. “don’t you think about cumming, doll, not until i say so.” he said, sticking his thumb in my mouth for me to suck.
i whined, sucking and swirling my tongue as if it were his cock in my mouth instead. “please, sir.” i mumbled.
“need to cum.” he laughed at my attempt to persuade him. his thrusts got harder, his hips clapping against mine. i screamed out from the feeling of him hitting somehow even deeper.
he removed his thumb from my mouth. “need it so bad, sir,” i managed to whisper, my body shaking. “wanna be your good little slut, sir. wanna cum on your cock.”
he threw his head back, smacking my thigh. “say it again, angel.” he groaned, his hips faltering slightly.
“please sir, let me be a good little slut,” i repeated. “let me cum on your cock.”
“fuck angel, being so good, go on, cum for me.” he breathed, kissing my neck, leaving love bite along my collar.
i writhed around him, my body violently shaking. “thats a good girl, let it out angel.” he praised as his orgasm hit him too.
his cum spilled inside me, the warmth making me moan. as he slowed his pace, i tried to regain my breath. he pulled out, his cock still twitching.
he collapsed next to me, his hand stroking my hair. “did so good for me angel, so fucking good.” he kissed my cheek, making me giggling.
“thank you, ash.” i spoke, turning my head and kissing him softly. we cuddled up together, basking in the heat we caused in our room.
“don’t forget that your mine.” he whispered, drifting off to sleep with me.
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chaplinfortheages · 6 months
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Happy 89th birthday to the always stunning Sophia Loren - September 20th 1934.
Photos of her and Charlie Chaplin before and during production of "A Countess of Hong Kong" (1967). The last Chaplin produced film of which he played a cameo role. To this day when she is asked about her time working for him has only had kind things to say.
In 1999 A.F.I. The American Film Institute in Los Angeles, selected the 50 greatest American Film Star Legends (out of 500 nominees) 25 women 25 men) - 'defined as actors or a team of actors with a significant screen presence in American feature-length films whose screen debut occurred in or before 1950, or whose screen debut occurred after 1950 but whose death marked a completed body of work).
Charlie Chaplin was #10 and Sophia Loren #21. At the time of polling there were 9 living legends, Sophia Loren is now the only living.
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stephsfanworks · 6 months
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Life Changes | A.F.I. *Prologue*
“Jenna?” I heard the barista at Starbucks call out while I was waiting for my coffee to be made. “A white chocolate mocha and a pup cup for Jenna?”
Still bopping to the beat, I walked up to the counter, where the college-aged barista had my order ready.
“Thank you,” I said after taking my first sip. “Have a nice day!”
“You, too,” the barista returned before I walked out to my car.
When I got home, I gave the pup cup to Scruffy, my Aussie/Lab mix, and some of it got on his snout as he dug in. I laughed at this.
“Is that your favorite, bud?” I asked him. I continued to giggle as Scruffy slurped his drink, and when he was done, he licked his lips and gave a satisfied bark.
After I played with Scruffy for a few minutes, I was sipping my coffee and scrolling through Twitter for the latest music news when my phone rang. The sound startled me into almost spilling my drink, but I caught it before it could hit the floor.
“Hello?” I answered without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey, Jenna,” Dad greeted on the other line. “I just got a call from Neil; he wants us to come to his wedding.”
I was drinking as he said this, and the mention of Neil, a family friend from my parents’ church, getting married caused me to react by spewing coffee out of my mouth. Neil had decided to stay celibate after losing his wife Charlene to cancer three years ago, so this was utterly shocking to hear.
“What?!” I exclaimed, clearing my throat to prevent the rest of the coffee from going down the wrong pipe. “He’s getting married?! You’re kidding!”
“Yep! Her name is Anne-Marie, and he’s been seeing her for about a year now.”
“But I thought he was staying single because he didn’t want to feel like he was cheating on Charlene?”
“Yeah, but then he realized that Charlene would only want him to be happy, and if happy is someone new, then so be it! You know what I’m saying?”
“Yeah, that’s true. When’s the wedding?”
“It’s the 17th of next month on Jacksonville Beach. Are you coming?”
“Sure! I guess I’ll see you next month, then.”
“Bye, sweetie.”
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prismatic-skies · 4 months
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Girl's Not Grey Anatomical Heart Shaped Wax Melts
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I love to do dedication melts to my favorite movies and my favorite bands. So naturally I had to make a dedication melt to the band, A.F.I.
And this is the first official product that I made for Prismatic Skies!!!
This particular wax melt is for my favorite song by A.F.I. called, "Girl's Not Grey," from the album, "Sing The Sorrow."
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The, "Girl's Not Grey," wax melt is made from soy and paraffin wax blend and is decorated with candle dye, mica powder, and glitter!
I saw the mold as craft store when they had their Halloween decorations out and I about lost my shit because it's an awesome mold, and the hearts are about the size of my hand!!!!!
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The scent notes are pretty complex and fragrances I typically do not work with, but something just compelled me to blend these fragrances together and I am SO HAPPY that I did!
SCENT NOTES ARE AS FOLLOWS:
Orange | Mirabelle Plum | Pink Rose | Hedione | Tonka | Pink Sandalwood | Plum Wood | Dragonfruit | Pineapple | Berries | Hibiscus | Flamingo Flower | Plumeria | Bougainvillea | Musk
It's a perfect blend of exotic fruits and flowers, and also give a beautiful fresh outdoors feeling as well.
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I didn't want to fully dye the wax so I did a little experiment of using a small amount of candle dye as well as mica powder, not really sure how it would come out. I, of course, had to add glitter to my wax melt designs. I always had glitter, haha.
I didn't want to add too much glitter because I didn't want it to take away from the details from the anatomical heart mold...like losing the veins in the glitter design.
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Like I mentioned, this is dedication to the band, A.F.I.'s song, "Girl's Not Grey."
Check the video out below!!!
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This is a really cool mold and I really wish that I bought more. I am going to see if I can any more online or hope that next year the shop will get more!!!
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See how big this baby is?!?!?!?!
I am so excited for you all to get these melts. These are perfect. They're beautiful. And I had such an amazing time making these!!!
Don't forget that Prismatic Skies opens to the public March 2024!!!
See you soon!!!
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indecentpause · 1 year
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Until Our Hearts Go Numb: Soundtrack
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the offspring - gone away // oleander - hands off the wheel // sum 41 - the hell song // kill hannah - they can’t save us now // choking victim - five finger discount // streetlight manifesto - everything went numb // franz ferdinand - the fallen // cherry poppin’ daddies - zoot suit riot // the refreshments - banditos // franz ferdinand - this boy // garbage - temptation waits // fall out boy vs imagine dragons - radioactive in the dark // des rocs - wayne // the death set - they come to get us // fenix tx - something bad is gonna happen // the dillinger escape plan - setting fire to sleeping giants // a.f.i. - the boy who destroyed the world // the white stripes - seven nation army (glitch mob remix) // alt-j - tessellate // the mountain goats - dilaudid // ham sandwich - floors
[listen here]
[read it on wattpad here]
[read it on Ao3 here]
Max’s parents are dead. His hometown is now a city of ghostly reminders of the family he used to have. He and his twin sister, Roxie, slowly start to unravel, and their grandmother sends them to live with some family friends overseas in the United States. Josselin, Meara, and their adopted son Tommy have been friends of the family since before the kids were born, and take them in with no questions and open arms.
But Josselin has inherited the brain cancer that killed his mother when he was fourteen and his insurance has paid for all it will, leaving him stuck without the life-saving treatment he needs. So the three kids do the only logical thing they can think of.
They rob a bank.
For the first time in his life, Max is alive, and the story of three friends and their downfall from model students to criminals on the run begins.
A novella about loss, death, and all the ways it can destroy those who are left behind.
ONE LAST NUMB POST goodnight y’all thank you for reading along <333
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seoulsonyeosound · 2 years
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sorry for the 180p davey havok i can't help it
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lukesexylipring · 2 years
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HIGH A.F.I - show me the way (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1228237111-high-a-f-i-show-me-the-way?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=lukesexylipring&wp_originator=1Di8TLCtNfKYlLdoyl%2BkBmkVV94gSwSqj25%2BAIOwue6K33QAlkHewabbhz5G0hpk%2BffgcK3ncbJE4foS%2FDp1krAssrlO8Mi8Ackdr%2BRvrLLbKRRp%2B88s4F5DLqizIyww "Roses do not bloom hurriedly; for beauty, like any masterpiece, takes time to blossom."
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bubblegumsunshine333 · 4 months
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Something I can't stop thinking about is the way that certain TikTok music parallels the musical qualities of the original wave of punk + early hardcore. From the lyrical content (just about any edgelord TikTok song has the same extreme-sounding lyrical style of Black Flag's first EP or the Sex Pistols' first album) to the way the music is crafted (edgy progressions emphasizing the IV and vi chords in major, which carried on from punk through emo and such).
There's something so appealing about the made-at-home sound. Songs are clipped to hell, or just have a limiter thrown on them, maybe some side-chaining, but nothing that sanitizes a mix like you hear in overproduced pop music nowadays. People are fine with having scratchy-as-fuck sounding vocals. It doesn't matter if you sing traditionally well; whereas in old punk, the vocals would just be "out of tune" or non-pitched, in DIY TikTok songs everything is run through an autotuning software, probably via Soundtoys or Manipulator. There's also a good chance it's pitch-shifted and formant-shifted as well, which ties into finding gender euphoria in a musical sense (which is so punk I don't even have time to express it in this post). The raw, unfiltered yet stylized nature of a lot of DIY TikTok music matches early punk music in terms of the compositional ethos and the aural results, and it's so wonderful to me.
The biggest parallel that calls to me is the fact that punk was a direct response to the popular music of the early '70s being boring as shit. Anything mainstream enough was slow as fuck and uninspired. This is clear looking back, but it's been directly stated in many an interview of many punk musicians. Similarly, the most popular music of the early '10s was mind-blowingly bad (in general, not every single song/artist). If you're ever in public (like in a grocery store or restaurant) and you hear something so boring it takes you out of the moment, I'm begging you to ask when it came out. For me, 99 times out of 100 it's something from circa 2012. I posit that DIY TikTok music being so damn good and fast and intense and extreme is a result of similar sociological phenomena to that which led to the creation of punk.
(Also, just in case you are like "this person seems like they think Taylor Swift is punk" I would like to clarify that much of what I listen to is in the vein of hardcore, '90s metalcore, grindcore, etc. Some of my favorite bands are Choking Victim, Bayonet, Bad Brains, Operation Ivy, Strung Out, old A.F.I., Descendents, etc.)
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bartxnhood · 7 months
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complete mess | a.f.i
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ashton irwin x reader
summary: based on this request
warnings: mentions of bad relationships, alcohol, some language.
requests open
not proofread
Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.
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you stood alone, abandoned at the bar. lucas, your boyfriend, was nowhere to be seen. on the verge of tears, you began to feel very frustrated with his actions.
sure, you expected this from him, but on your birthday? did he not care about you at all? you looked over the sea of people, dancing, talking, drinking, and eating in an attempt to find your boyfriend but, nothing. your eyes landed on ashton, he saw the sadness in your eyes and knew.
this sadness has been lurking in your eyes for months now. no matter how badly you tried to hide it and put on a facade, ashton saw right through it.
you had become so insecure because of lucas, and ashton was tired of it. you deserved someone worth your time, you deserved someone who would look at you like you were the only thing good in this world. you deserved someone to treat you like you were the most delicate person on the face of the earth.
you deserved someone better.
he wished you wanted him.
to ashton, you were the best thing in his life. you had such a beautiful smile, the way you lit up as if he had done something stupid and you couldn’t help but laugh. you were the brightest star in the night sky. you made ashton a better person. and to see lucas belittle you, seeing you lose the light in your eyes, watching you slowly creep into a shell of made him angry. this wasn’t supposed to happen to you. not his y/n. not ashton best girl.
pushing past the crowd of people, peter was determined to be by your side. “y/n.” ashton emerged,. “ash” you sighed, feeling weight being lifted from your shoulders. “he left me.” you finally blurted, you felt a pang in your chest knowing tears would soon follow. ashton wrapped his arms around you, letting your head rest on his chest. “i know” he sighed, rubbing your back gingerly. “ash, your shirt” you huffed, looking up at him. afraid of ruining it with your makeup. “shh it’s fine” he shook his head, wiping away your tears with his callused thumb. he held you for a minute, but it felt like forever to you. “cmon, im taking you home.” he suggested, pulling away and reaching for your hand. “you don’t need to be here.” you nodded, following behind him and out the large doors.
exiting the building, ashton’s touch never left the small of your back. “he had no right to do that to you, y/n/n” he huffed. you knew he was upset, and so were you. thinking you could get over your feelings for ashton but you only got hurt in return.
oh, foolish heart.
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you had been swooning after ashton since high school. always liked him from a distance, even if the two of you were the best of friends.
you weren’t good with confrontation, let alone rejection. because what if he rejected you? how could the two of you possibly stay friends after something like that?
but when you had got with lucas just a few years out of high school, ashton was the first to tell you his feelings.
even if it was a little too late.
“i can’t believe he would be that stupid to leave you alone. if i see him, i’m gonna-“ you were quick to grab his hand, cutting him off. “ash. don’t. just relax.”
ashton had accepted that lucas was your boyfriend but he’d still do everything he could to be in your life, as long as you were happy, he was happy. but seeing you so broken, and being used. he couldn’t let it continue.
“promise me something, y/n?” your eyes met with his. both of you stopping in your tracks. “end it with him. you don’t need someone like that in your life.”
“i will.”
ashton had suggested he take you back to his place, to avoid seeing lucas when he came back later that evening.
you sat on the edge of ashtons bed, still in your dress while ashton had gotten you some water and advil to help with your growing headache. your eyes stared out the window, the night illuminated by only the stars. “i brought you some extra clothes, in case you wanted to change.” he entered the room, some folded clothes in hand, and laid them next to you. your eyes followed him, “thank you.” he nodded, “it’s no problem” he shot you a sympathetic smile and handed you the medicine and bottle.
“you’re always saving me, ash. thank you” you sniffled as you took the two painkillers and downed them with a swig of water.
ashton only hummed, watching you take the clothes in hand and making your way to the bathroom.
and when you returned, ashton had changed as well. you tossed the blaxl dress on the floor and went back to ashton’s bed.
“feel better?” he looked up at you, only getting a shrug from you. “can you help me take my hair down? there’s a lot of pins” he patted the spot in front of him which you scooted over and he proceeded to pick the pins out of your hair. “you know” ashton started, “lucas has no idea what he’s missing out on.” you simply shrugged, you couldn’t stomach talking about him again.
“i don’t know what i was thinking, i thought i could get my mind off someone else, but i only got hurt worse. i’m so stupid” a dry laugh escapes your lips. ashton paused, now knowing why you had started dating lucas. but his shoulders dropped knowing you probably liked someone else. “stop. stop blaming yourself.” he hummed.
his scratchy voice sending chills down your spine. you only let your shoulders drop. looking down at your hands. soon enough he had gotten a majority of the pins out. and with that, you finally let your hair down letting up the stress on the scalp.
ashton got a whiff of the scent of your shampoo and he couldn’t help but look away. you still haven’t changed it all these years. that familiar floral smell filled his nostrils. it was still the same kind you used in high school, he wishes he could smell forever.
it was obvious you liked someone else. you discarded the hairpins, and sat next to ashton again. “if it wasn’t for you, i’d be so lost. i’m so glad you came into my life” you smiled sadly, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “you’ll always have me in your corner. id do anything for you, you know that.” you nodded. you did know, hell, if you didn’t have him you’d still be miserable. he was always there for you. no matter what.
you were now curled up on ashtons chest, your eyes still glued to the window. not saying anything, you thought he had fallen asleep by now. but when you looked up at him, he was looking down at you. “i thought you were asleep.” he laughed, a simple shake of his head. you smiled, the dim light of his lamp made his skin look so beautiful, the way his hair lay in his eyes, and how he looked at you. you could stare at him for ages.
you felt your heart beating, feeling as if it would beat out of your chest. you wondered if this was the moment you’d tell ashton how you felt for the past decade.
“what’s on your mind?” he asks softly, you hum. thinking if this was the right moment and if the words that were about to spill from your lips were a good idea. your eyes flicked from his hazel eyes to your fingers, picking at your cuticles.
“do you remember a while back when you confessed to me and i had just gotten with lucas?” you ask. when you look up you see him studying you. he nods slowly, “yeah?”.
you puff your cheeks then release the air, sighing. “i liked you too at the time, and i still..well..i love you. i was with lucas simply because i thought you didn’t like me like that..” you groaned quietly, realizing how stupid it sounded.
you saw his face contort, trying to process your words. you can’t seem to read his expression. he falls silent for a moment, replaying his confession over and over again. it was all making sense.
“ash?” you say, hoping he wouldn’t be so upset with you. “i wish you would’ve told me sooner..” he says, followed by a sigh. you frown, assuming you have missed your opportunity with your best friend.
“but..” he continued, “i still love you, y/n. i have since we were teenagers. i don’t think id ever be able to get over you. you have me wrapped around your finger and i’d do anything for you.”
you feel your heart racing, your cheeks flushed pink, and you feel like you were back in high school.
“ashton, will you kiss me?”
the brown-haired boy stared at you, hazel eyes wide. his lips parted, “did you just ask if i’d-“ “kiss me” you interrupted him. this time begging him. “please” you whispered. ashton sat up, his eyes not leaving yours once as he brought his hand to your cheek and then pressed his lips on yours ever so lightly. afraid he would hurt you in any way. his lips felt so soft against yours. pure bliss engulfed your body. this was what you imagined your kiss with ashton to be like. when he pulled away, eyes meeting with yours his cheeks were flushed. having such a huge crush on you, he never thought he would have this moment with you.
your hands on his neck, you leaned in again connecting your lips. this time this kiss was longer and more intimate. your hands tangled in his brown curls while he was resting on your lower back, occasionally pulling you in. when you pulled away, catching your breath you couldn’t help but stare at him. his hand ran over your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt as the two of you watched the other, breathing each other in. ashton’s smiles, his calloused thumb tracing your cheekbone. “you make me complete, y/n.”
maybe this birthday wasn’t so bad after all.
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