queenie//cashton
"fag!" "freak!" "queenie." "did you just call me queenie?" "yes babe, you're my queen."
"fag!" "freak!" "queenie." "did you just call me queenie?" "yes babe, you're my queen."
His voice in this room, like shadows on walls, I imagine him on the other side of the door His words, his voice, his touch, At the start, the end, and in the middle Strange how it mattered so much, when now, It matters, ...
calum and ashton are neighbors. who secretly have a sexually relationship. no one at school knows until one of them start to catch a serious bug called 'feelings' fem!cal bottom!cal top!ashton
Calum is reunited with his best friend after years of being apart, only to find that things have changed drastically between them, and Ashton is hiding a secret which foundation and baggy hoodies can't cover up. (cover by liamssselfie)
everything Calum wanted was to be owned. and maybe he wanted to feel pretty. BDSM fem!calum daddy!ashton ©IdBang5SOS
a freshman gets an assignment from the teacher to write letters to the dead copyright 2015©HEAVYDIRTYSOULED story idea creds go to @stolenluke !
Ashton Irwin. 18. The loner. Never talks. Never smiles. Never does anything but listen. He is always alone. Has been since he was born and his parents left him with his 48 year old Grandma. All his classmates think he likes to be alone, but inside he's dying for someone to notice him. Just one person to be his friend...
"maybe there was a reason you forgot me maybe it was the way i was never okay or how my hair was always messy my eyes always heavy perhaps how my thoughts were usually jumbled other people interested you and you didn't know what to do it couldn't be how i cared to much and maybe i still care too much"
Where Ashton spends most of his time in the music room for an escape and Calum walks in to find him playing the drums COMPLETED
Calum lands himself in prison Ashton is the warden's son The perfect example of the good and the bad. When Ashton goes down to the prison to explore the cells he stumbles across an inmate not quite like the others
(sequel to maybe) "you're my serendipity. i wasn't looking for you. i wasn't expecting you. but I'm very lucky to have met you."
just a boy who sees another boy at the bus stop every day. {one sentence} © goldenstarkey | 2014