➳ [a.i.] // he's dangerous, she just doesn't know it.

"All you needed was for someone to paint you wings; to set you free from the memories that tied you down." ~~~ Emilia Anderson has spent far too many years shielding herself out of fear of being hurt by those she cares deeply for. After losing her parents in an unfortunate accident and becoming traumatized as a result of her manipulative, abusive ex-boyfriend, Jared, she constructed invisible walls around her to keep herself safe. The walls once seemed impenetrable to Emilia, that is, until she stumbles into the charming and tormented Ashton Irwin, who shatters them. Emilia takes a chance and allows Ashton to enter her life, only to discover that Ashton is also protecting himself from memories he can't escape. They're oblivious to their attraction to one another, but once their pasts make an unexpected and unwanted appearance, they can't deny their desires and need each other more than they really know. Together they learn how to detach themselves from their pasts, but it's easier said than done, especially when their pasts are relentless. ~~~ [A Wattpad Featured Story] Warning: This story contains mature themes such as: alcohol, violence, swearing and sexual content. (Ashton Irwin Fanfiction) © 2014 | rdysasi All rights reserved.

Maddie and Ashton chose to go their separate ways to figure themselves out. But will they choose each other in the end? Sequel to Confiding in You. Cover art by Brigid Vaughn (burdge on Deviant Art)

A boy never forgot about the things that made him crazy. He just watched them burn.

"But I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both...When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand and I promise - I won't let go."

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

"The thing I regret most is falling in love when I knew it'd never last" - The tragic love story of a precautious girl and a player; ending only in a series of regrets. [COMPLETED]

He taps his foot against the carpeted floor of his therapist's office, wondering if he should say it. If he should even say her name out loud. He hasn't done that in at least a year. He'd never say it; especially not in front of his friends. As the therapist, a middle-aged woman in a grey pantsuit, takes notes on his progress, he clears his throat and decides to speak, "She's coming back from California. Today." She looks up, "Who?" It takes him a while. He has to work up the nerve to say it. "Maddie," he says, picking at his nails. He only mentioned her name once, in his first session last year, but the therapist nods. She was the only good thing he's ever mentioned. "Something bad happened, I think." Cover art by Brigid Vaughn (burdge on deviant art) #freementalillness

|| she's the girl he didn't know he was waiting for ||

"when can we meet?" "soon."