"7:15, that's our time."

because he was so pleasing to the eye that aurora couldn't get enough. (cover by elle) [fanfiction #81]

in which a band member tries to get a fan's follow. warning: contains self harm, suicidal thoughts, depression, etc. read at your own risk.

# 101: throw a frisbee at her face. [disclaimer: as of now, this story does not include lgbt characters, i only put the tag on this story so wattpad can donate another dollar to a good cause (idk if that is allowed but...)]

Just send the text I think to myself as I type the words 'I like you' across the screen. I reluctantly, with trembling fingers, press the send button. I finally got up enough courage to send a text to my longtime crush Zayden Breez. Zayden Breez is typing. The suspense was killing me. How long could it possibly take to type the words 'I like you too'? I mean seriously, was this boy writing an essay? Who is this? The words appear across the screen. Didn't Zayden have my number? Maybe he was just playing with me. Keira Mayberry, we have math together Isn't this Zayden Breez. I quickly scramble to type. He actually was talking to me! Zayden Breez is typing. No, this is Ashton I dont' know a Keira. Pretty name though. I sigh. Well I messed this up. Maybe he's just playing I tell myself. But I'm starting to doubt it. Sorry, wrong number. I type before deleting the number and text messages. That didn't go as planned

"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.

Knocking a blind kid on his ass was the best thing that Daisy Kennedy has ever done, and the best thing that could've happened to Ashton Irwin was getting knocked on his ass by Daisy Kennedy. blind!ashton fic

木漏れ日 komorebi sunlight that filters through shadows i wonder if he knows he's my komorebi