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Psycho. // Lashton // AU

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He grinned wickedly, twirling the knife in his hands.
  
"You're sick," Ashton spat at him, tugging at the ropes again, but still to no avail.
  
"Hm, I prefer free." He countered, walking closer as his grin was ever so present. "Free to do what I want. Nothing holding me back. Doesn't that sound... great?"
  
"Not when I'm a fucking prisoner." Ashton growled, still tugging at the ropes.
  
"But my poor Ashy, you're not my prisoner," he caressed the boy's cheek, his smile becoming more caring than wicked, "you're my boyfriend. And the only reason why you're in that chair, is because you would run away if you're not. And you can't leave me."
  
Ashton gulped as the knife got pressed to his neck. He had stopped his resistance, knowing it would only cause the knife to touch him and he definitely did not want that. "That makes me a prisoner."
  
He growled, turning around and walking a few steps away. "You're not!" He snapped, turning around and looking at the tied up boy with angry blue eyes.
  
"Then let me go!"
  
"No." And with that, he left the room with the door slamming shut loudly. Leaving Ashton with nothing but himself, his thoughts his only company.
  
~•~
  
Or where Ashton is in a famous band and is living the dream, until one fan has other plans for him.
  
~•~
  
Psycho © PanicCliffordx
2016
All Rights Reserved.All Rights Reserved

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✔️STRONG [L.S] by rikirriki

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

Over and Over (Lashton) by myhellismymind

Ashton is okay right now. He's always like this after a bad bout. He starts off saying that the world is his oyster and he loves everyone, but when the energy and fresh success fades, so does he. Luke knows. He knows about all of Ashton's problems. He knows about the time Ashton was bullied nearly to the brink, the family deaths and friend losses, and the ups and downs, the latter of which seem to be more common lately. It's been so easy lately for Ashton to slip after a joke gone wrong, or a jab on Twitter. Ashton always says he's sorry, repeating it again and again if only to convince himself. Luke knows he's sorry, knows that he can't help it. And he'll sit by the bathtub for hours, holding Ashton, to make sure that he knows someone loves him. None of the other boys know. Ashton couldn't bring himself to tell them and face their disapproving stares too, and he wouldn't let Luke tell them, so he's stuck in this half state of secrecy and confession to Luke. Ashton hasn't gone too far yet, not far enough that Luke can't patch him up with gauze, antibiotics, and a long hug. But someday, someday, Luke knows Ashton won't be able to take it anymore, and Ashton will die. And Luke will be all alone.

Prisoner *a Ziall fanfic* by Ashley_BLEHHHHH

Prologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though. I really don't remember why i'm here or how I got here, but I have a feeling in my gut i'm not gonna get out any time soon. well I should probably introduce my self My names Niall Horan, and i'm 19 years old, I was just visiting my best friend Liam Payne for the summer, but I now highly doubt i will ever see him again. I wonder what they want from me, it wont be for something good though I know it. I hear the door open, and foot steps coming towards me, I dont bother to look up from my pants. I hear the terrible sound of a metal chair scrapping across the floor. The sound stops right in front of me, I slowly look up to see someone dressed in all black, black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, yeah you get my point. The boy sitting right in front of me is beautiful, yes i'm gay get over it, brown golden eyes that make you want to jump into them and drowned in pure joy, perfectly styles hair, it looks like he spends a LOT of time on that. "so blondie, your finally awake" he smirks at me, hmm, thats a sexy smirk "why am I here?" I ask sharply, he gets up fron his seat and sits on my lap, "you are here because you are now my..." "your what?" he slowly bring his lips to my ear and whispers "prisoner"

Saving Ashton // lashton by blurryfacelester

Ashton's in love with Luke but the day he was suppose to tell him was the worst day ever well in fact also is last day ever. Yes you Heard me Ashton "died" is it to late for Luke to ever find out? Is Luke able to save Ashton? Oh and guess how Luke is taking all this. If you guessed pretty bad. Then you got it right. Find out what happens and read my story "Saving Ashton ||Lashton||" and follow them on their journey. ============================= Nothing's been the same since Ashton's accident. Why was I such a jerk to him? Maybe if I would have listened maybe he would be okay and safe. It's all my fault. Everyone tells me to forget about it and it's not my fault but I can't help it. I think about him everyday, every hour, every minute I miss him so much. ~~~~~ Ik this sounds kinda shitty but just read the prologue and I promise you will love it. And if you don't like 5 seconds of summer don't complain. Just don't read my story

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by British-1D-Irish

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

Dream c.h by SofiaBates

Dream, Something you want, you wish for it, you need it. With the depressing state of mine I am in people try and get me to say what I would change about my life. Anything. I would always respond "Nothing," because I didn't know what I would change. Nothing to wish for at 11:11 Nothing to wish on for shooting stars Nothing to wish for when I through a penny in the fountain, Nothing. Nothing to dream about. Then it clicked, I couldn't count the amount of times I had said ",You don't get it," all the times I longed for him to hold me while I cry and say nothing while I cry. Him He understands me He holds me He is patient with me Him Only one problem, I don't know who he is. I couldn't finally respond when they asked me what I would change. He would be here, He is my dream.

Never The Same //H.S. AU//(Completed) by kaitlinsaadeh

"Love will conquer all...at least that's what they said" - Embrace yourselves for this journey, for it definitely won't be your cliche love story . ------- "Are you okay?" he looked surprised by my question, I would also be, I mean he's my kidnapper for god's sake. "why do you do this?" he asks "do what?" I ask back confused. "this, ask me if I'm okay, or smile at me or make me feel like you're actually concerned about me when I know that you hate me, I'm your kidnapper for god's sake" I wanted to laugh at the irony of our shared thoughts. But the thing is, I don't even know myself. ------- It gets better through the chapters, at first it's not bad but it isn't that good, but please just keep reading and it'll get more creative and hopefully deeper. -S.S.

5SOS Preferences by UnicakeYehet

I do NOT own this preferences! I found them on tumblr and I thought more people should read them, so ALL rigths are reserved by their 'original' writers. I hope you'll love the imagines as much as I do:) P.S. Sometimes I'll upload different versions of one situation. -------------------------------------- important abbreviations Y/N Your Name Y/M/N Your Middle Name Y/L/N Your Last Name Y/F/N Your Friends Name Y/S/N Your sons Name

Kidnapped...to be his by ___andreaaaa

"P-please i-if you let me go I won't tell anyone." She pleaded. He looked at her and laughed. "Like I'm supposed to believe you?" He said. He just looked at her as she cried. "You hungry?" He asked. She couldn't even answer so her stomach answered for her. "I take that as a yes. I'll be back, don't go no where." He smiled and left the room. She tried toying with the ropes but it was no use. She was stuck. So she waited and cried. She thought about her life and freedom. But that was cut short when he walked back in the room. "Miss me?" He asked. Her body shook in fear as he got closer. "It's okay, Andrea. You don't have to be scared." He said rubbing her face. Without thinking, she spit on him. I think you know what happens next. Her punishment. WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL HAVE ADULT SITUATIONS AND THE ACTIONS THAT CHRIS TAKES WILL BE OUT OF THE ORDINARY AND CRAZY. IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT, PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Little Letters ≫l.h & a.i by soft-lights

Dear Luke, I have written this over and over again, trying to make it right. And I am not going to throw this version away this time. Your absence is making me sad. You have been gone and no one can get over it. Especially me. Your friends ask if i'm okay. I don't really reply. There is no way to show how I am really feeling. Your friend Ashton seems nice. So do all your other friends. But I still miss your laugh. Your smile. Your voice. You have been gone for a while, and I am not sure if I am supposed to move on or not. Because it seems like nobody else can get over it either. -May ----------------------------------- A/N: This is my first story published on Wattpad. It is kind of a crappy one, and I intended it to be much longer and sadder, but my mind ran out of ideas. This is one of my worst stories but I finished it and didn't know what to do with it so I'm just publishing it. This is a story about a girl moving on without her best friend. This is not a Luke Hemmings romance, it is an Ashton romance. Hope you like it, please read, rate, and enjoy!

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✔️STRONG [L.S] cover

Over and Over (Lashton) cover

Prisoner *a Ziall fanfic* cover

Saving Ashton // lashton cover

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) cover

Dream c.h cover

Never The Same //H.S. AU//(Completed) cover

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Kidnapped...to be his cover

Little Letters ≫l.h & a.i cover

✔️STRONG [L.S]

"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.