"i want you to call me daddy." [au, punk!ashton, daddy!ashton] cover by: beth my bae

in which a boy and a girl meet in the hospital, where they feel farthest from home. but they soon find home in each other.

“There’s a lovely old English myth that if someone who truly loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human.”

Here I was trapped in a basement with Michael. I wouldn't be here if I didn't take that SnapBack. But then again, I would not have met Michael if I didn't take that SnapBack.

Words cannot describe this book, such a read. I wanted Heliophilia to be on Wattpad. Not my book. All rights go to original writer. Enjoy.

"wait," lauren called, running after her. "what's your name?" the girl stared for a while with a small smile on her face. "nothing you need to worry about." dont copy or imma cut you

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

You've never had a one night stand have you?" Lauren's manipulating a frayed piece of the duvet between two of her slender fingers when I look away from my book. Her eyes dance from mine, to my lips, to the clock on the nightstand behind me, then back to my lips. I smirk, "Am I that obvious?" She dips her head, her lofty brunette curls pouring out across the white pillow case. She tucks one strand that has fallen too far against her cheek, behind her ear timidly. I've still not grown accustomed to the demure version of Lauren I'm seeing now. When only minutes ago, she was ambitious, arousing, and unchaste. I confirm her suspicion. "Well you're right," I say. "I've never had a one-night stand," I grin, flustered, seemingly mirroring Lauren's own expression. "You were my first..."

because less words tell a greater story. (i do not own any of these unless stated) [ poetry #22 ]

For two of the most infamous female gangsters in Chicago, The 1920's High Times, weren't always fun times.