"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.

In which a boy with a bad habit of getting himself drunk learns that sex isn't everything.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

"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.

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

Delecation [dee-lek-tey-shuhn] noun - delight; enjoyment. He was infuriating and utterly confusing yet absolutely fascinating in every aspect and for some God forsaken reason I couldn't get him out of my head. The sheer delectation of being around him and hearing his laugh and watching his wide-spread grin made me feel things I had never felt before and never wanted to, but despite what I constantly told myself I wanted to get to know him. Hell, I needed to get to know him. On Hold.

"you're going to hell, ashton irwin."

he held me at gunpoint. his words were the gun; and they were aimed at my heart. © five-sos

As he swiped his Chapstick over his bottom lip I couldn't help but laugh at myself, because never, have I ever, been so jealous of a tube of lip balm.

"You know you can trust me." "I can't just trust you, it doesn't work that way."