"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
"What is it Mr. Armstrong?" I ask, giving him a smile. Because secretly, I had a major crush on him throughout my life. "I want you come to my house, tonight. I have a photoshoot I want to discuss with you". He smirked and touched my ass. For some reason though, I don't think we're actually, going to be looking at pic...
# 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...)]
In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo
In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.
|| härSH adjective 1. unpleasantly rough or jarring to the senses.|| "I'm really glad I found you, because if I didn't it would've been goddamn shame."
in which a girl with an unhealthy love for starbursts and a boy whose hair has been accidentally dyed purple meet at a pharmacy and end up trapped