#punk5sos

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He sound like he's 7 I'm crying 😂 #ashtonirwin #ashtonirwinedit #ashtonedit #1dedit #punk5sos #5sosedit #calumsnudes #calumsdick #loops

[guitaristkinks]

5sos

if u were in the 5sosfam u would probably know that 5sos aRE NOT PUNK ITS AN INSIDE JOKE HAHAHHA WHEN PPL GET MAD THAT WE CONSIDER 5SOS PUNK HAHAHAHA THEY ARE NOT PUNK AND WE DONT CLASSIFY THEM AS PUNK SO CHILL TF OUT 

[starry-streetss]

punk mashton makes me want to cry

[shadows-taller]

Needles

Lately I’ve been into the whole punk!5sos thing and I thought why not write one of my own? This one is my original storyline, not requested (because nobody seems to be doing so *cough*) so if you want to use it for other purposes ask me first. :) Enjoy, lovelies!

      The buzzing was coming from multiple places. The energy drink that surged through your veins, for example. You’d taken a can of RedBull from your mini fridge and downed it in one go that morning - which meant you had probably blinked like twice since. Your entire body buzzed with artificial energy, it seemed to help you concentrate in a strange reverse-psychology sort of way.Your phone buzzed, too, but seeing as the vibrate setting on iPhones is meant to be noticed but not stopped, it continued to rattle around on the countertop until the call had been directed to your voicemail. The neon sign in the corner of your vision buzzed, flickering like a candle flame. The A in the sign was burnt out completely, giving the room you sat in a weird grunge-themed-Tumblr-blog sort of feel. And finally, the needle in your hands buzzed, a soft hum that you’d grown to appreciate through your year and a half of creating permanent art on stranger’s skin. You loved to buzz - it was your way of feeling alive.

      Of course, you never knew anyone who walked into the tattoo shop. The biker guys gave you weird looks for your bare arms, and drunk college students tried to hit on you and convince you to tattoo a picture of the crumpled Bud Light can in their hand on their forehead. You always turned them down, much to their dismay. Your colleagues, a blue-haired Gemini with big brown eyes named Mallory and a lanky, blonde-haired, 6′3 single man in his late twenties named Nick were like family to you. They were there to go to when you’d had a rough day and they were there to celebrate a good one. You had it good, and your secret was safe with the two people you knew would never tell it.

      So when he walked in, as you were etching a Billie Joe Armstrong quote onto the back of a girl named Leila, the buzz increased exponentially.

      He had golden hair, like a lion’s, and was dressed in black from head to toe. His hazel eyes swept across the room and landed on Nick, who was stooped over the front counter, reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone magazine. The familiarity of the customer made you glad you’d finished the g on the end of Leila’s quote, otherwise you would have slipped and made your first mistake of your career. You inhaled ever so slightly and tried to focus on telling Leila about taking care of her new ink, applying the bandage as you did so.

      “The bandage has to stay on for one to two hours, then you can take it off. But be sure to take it off gently, taking the bandage off too quickly can...”

      Your words ran into one another as your gaze found the familiar face talking to Nick. They obviously knew each other. You started pi-

      “You were saying?”

      You snapped out of it. “Sorry. Yeah, don’t rush with the bandage. Then take a damp cloth and wash off any blood or excess ink. You’ll have to wash it twice daily to keep it clean, but don’t go too overboard. Here’s a pamphlet -” You reached down and grabbed the flimsy paper brochure you kept in a pile at your station “- in case you forget anything or have questions.”

      Leila smiled and thanked you. She left with a grin, and you felt happy for her. Seeing customers satisfied was a type of buzz you loved.

      But a voice prompted you out of your thoughts.

      “Y/N? I didn’t know you worked here. Hell, I didn’t know you approved of tattoos. Isn’t that, like, taboo or something for you?”

      Ashton

      He was your typical punk - tattoos snaked up his arms and neck, there was a black ring through his nose, and the distinct shape of a cigarette box was visible in the front pocket of his black jeans. You had known him for years - since you were both five, in fact. You two never talked, rather he was more of a name you associated with class pictures and the one who actually took the 2nd grade dare to eat a worm.

      You hadn’t seen him in five years, yet you knew him the moment he stepped into that tattoo shop.

      Your eyes found his, and a smirk crossed over your features. You knew what he was talking about, since it was topic of many schoolyard rumors that your parents were religious freaks that didn’t let you eat shrimp and made you go to church every morning. They weren’t, but that didn’t stop the rumor from becoming wildfire.

      “That was grade school, Ashton. I’ve grown up.”

      And damn, you thought, so has he.

       He let out a laugh. You stood up and crossed your arms, an eyebrow quirked at the man standing in front of you. He had a cocky grin, showing just enough teeth to be incredibly maddening. 

      “Or so it seems. I guess I’ll see you around, ink girl.” he said, his words like the dew that glows on grass in the morning - clear and shining but gone before you can fully appreciate it.

     You watched him leave, obviously here only to talk to Nick, and felt a little cheated. You just saw a piece of your childhood grown up and didn’t even get to say goodbye before it was out the door and walking down the sidewalk, lighter ready in his nimble fingers.

      Sighing, you walked over to the front counter and grabbed your phone, which had stopped buzzing. You turned it on and furrowed your eyebrows.

Message from: Unknown Number

you should really put a passcode on your phone, ink girl

Part 2 coming soon hopefully. :)

[michaelthrowmeoffacliffordd]

OMFG HE HAS NO RIGHT TO BE SO HOT! I really like Mikey’s hair in this so I left it but I gave him some tats

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[theravenquxxn]

This is my first punk edit ever, I did it awhile ago but tell me what you guys think (: