#rylylook

[lrwin]

what happened to the a.s.s network??

Lily and I are still going to choose! it may just be in november. We want to do it when we can meet up, but i've been super busy so i havent had the time to see her :( also not that many people are posting in the tag! if you guys want to join, do that! x

[fightnamjoon]

I APOLOGISE FOR ANY FORTHCOMING STUPIDITY ft. a weird ashton one shot

HELLO HI IM BACK

I'm so sorry y'all probably think I'm annoying af but you did say make a text post + send imagines and all that so... *insert blushy emoji* okay anyway this is an Ashton one this time, I swear I don't usually swear so much but anyways yeah I'm out

Ashton

Imagine... Ashton coming back home in a furious mood. The lack of "Hey, babe! I'm back!" is enough to tell you of his dangerous mood, plus the slamming of the door and thunderous stomping of feet only helps to reinforce your suspicion.

You wince, putting down your hair curler and looking at the beautiful dress you have on. Chances are, this date the two of you've been planning for months won't go that well.

"Hey, babe," You call out tentatively.

"What?" He snaps, yanking off his beanie and tossing it onto your shared bed.

"Our reservation is at six, okay?"

"Jesus Christ, I know! You don't have to nag me all the time!" Hurt flashes through you and you step back, deciding to let him get over this himself. Hopefully by the time you get to the restaurant, he'll be in a better mood.

Your hopes are well and truly dashed when the minute you hit the road, traffic clogs up the whole highway, stretching on for miles ahead. Ashton swears up a storm, hitting the steering wheel with the base of his hand. After five straight minutes of swearing, your ears are well and truly burning, so you hurriedly change the subject.

"So... how was your day?"

"Fan-f*cking-tastic, can't you tell? Goddammit, you need to learn to keep your mouth shut about stupid and obvious shit like that!" Anger and hurt rises up within you, and you fight to keep it down.

"Jeez, I was only asking," you resort to muttering sulkily to yourself.

"Well, don't act like such a damn airhead all the time then!"

"What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?" You snap back, anger flaring in your chest.

"It has to do with everything! You not paying attention and instead nagging me nonstop like you're my f*cking mother, and -"

"Jesus Christ, Ashton, what is up your ass today? You come home and damn near bite my head off for reminding you of -"

"- and I told you, you're not my f*cking mother! You're my girlfriend -"

"Though it seems that I won't even be that anymore if you don't get your head out of your ass -" You have no idea what's spilling out of your mouth anymore; you're so mad.

"You want to break up? Fine! It's not as if we were going anywhere further than you nagging my ass all the f*cking time."

"F*ck you, Ashton Irwin." You mutter furiously, blinking back tears as you wrench open the car door and stalk down the shoulder of the road in five-inch heels, for the first time thanking God for the traffic, so you were only five minutes away from the apartment you and Ash shared - well, used to share.

You slam the door of your room open, and ignore all the cute little photos of you and Ash on your bedside table, and start throwing your stuff into a duffel bag. Halfway through packing, you start crying nonstop; deep, heaving sobs that wrack your body. You wish so, so much that Ash would just come back and talk to you, at least, but half an hour passes while you pack your essentials, crying, and hail a cab.

The driver is nice enough not to comment on your nonstop sobbing, so you tip him extra as you stumble out of the cab with your bag in tow, and head up to your best friend's apartment. She's apoplectic with rage when she hears of what Ashton did, but you manage to persuade her not to hunt him down and cut his balls off. As a compromise, she takes your phone and sends him a long, furious text and ending it with a flourish; her name, and a love heart next to it. Then you turn in for bed unwillingly, ending up crying yourself to sleep.

An indistinguishable amount of time later, you're woken up by yelling.

"...can't do shit like that to her, Irwin!"

"I just want to talk to her -" A tingle goes through your body at his familiar voice, and you sit up in bed. Suddenly, the door bangs open and there he is - hair messy, eyes wild, and just as beautiful as he was the day you saw him two years ago.

"You're here," he breathes, and you have to fight the urge not to cry as he runs forward and embraces you in a tight hug. You sit there woodenly, the memory of his hurtful words keeping you from embracing him tightly. He keeps hugging your stiff body, and who knows what you would've done if you hadn't felt the trickle of tears onto the crook of your neck. You hear a faint sniffle, and you sigh softly, folding into him. Ashton rarely ever, ever showed any sign of weakness, and for him to cry, his brain must've finally caught up with his mouth to remind him what he said to you.

Over his shoulder, your best friend raises an eyebrow, and when you nod slightly, she turns and leaves. Moments later you hear the front door slam.

"Hey," you whisper, rubbing a hand down his back and running your fingers through his hair.

"Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that question," his voice comes out hugely muffled.

"You still have to explain yourself, but I love you."

"You still do?" He pulls back, and the sight of his glossy eyes, green in the dark, makes you want to cry.

"Yes," you nod slowly. "That doesn't just go away in an afternoon, or ever, really." At this, he leans forward and kisses you, proceeding to worship your body in ways he never did before. And at the end of it all, with your bodies tangled with each other's, he exhales softly in your ear.

"I hurt you. So, so much." You lean forward and brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

"I love you. So, so much." The hurt would go away after a while, but the love never would.

-END-

OK THIS IS WEIRD I JUST RE-READ IT IM SO SORRY BUT UGH OK

deep breaths

Blah this is so weird but I give up. Be back soon (probably) HAHAHA

PEACE OUT

[fightnamjoon]

hi guys please look at this lame ass post thank you (ft. a michael one shot)

okay so hi, i'm abigail, i'm fifteen and i live in sydney. well, i'm from singapore but i live in sydney so yaaay

no i haven't met 5sos or seen them live so boo to that but i do love them like a lot so maybe that kinda makes up for it????

anyway i really wanna join this special elite group called a.s.s bc you guys seem really really cool but i'm lame and i literally have no special talents except that i can play the piano and guitar but i'm sure you guys don't wanna hear me warble horrible versions of If You Don't Know and The Only Reason so i will gift you with lol no more like subject you to a michael blurb/one shot type of thing that i wrote last night in bed.

i hope you don't think this is weird *blushy emoji* and also last night i was really tired so my grammar and proper punctuation kind of went to hell? i'm sorry i usually write/type better ANYWAY enough rambling you can read now

Michael

after you left, i was just kind of holding your jacket and kind of trying not to cry, because i was in public after all, and there were still tons of fans milling around, some of them trying to talk to me. it took me a few seconds to shake myself out of my stupor and turn my attention to the two girls in front of me. i sucked in a deep breath and reminded myself that i was now michael clifford's girlfriend, instead of a normal high school student, and tried my best to smile at them through my tears.

"hi... i'm so sorry i have to meet you like this, it's just that..." i gestured in the vague direction in which you and the boys had went off in, and we automatically looked that way.

and there you were, flame-red hair still visible in the crowd, and you were waving at us, green eyes bright and alight with excitement. and i was so happy, yet so sad at the same time, because you were off to do great and wonderful things, and i knew you'd achieve everything you wanted beyond your wildest dreams, but at the same time, i was selfish, oh so selfish, and i didn't want to give you up to the world. you blew a kiss at me, and as i caught it, my heart broke in earnest, realising that i would not see you for the next three months, and the tears began streaming down my face. as you saw that, your smile faded and you began looking upset. i kicked myself internally for that - i had promised myself not to cry until you were out of sight, because i knew it would upset you... and it did. the next thing i knew, my phone began ringing, and of course it was you.

"michael," i whispered, and tried my best to stem the tears overflowing from my eyes.

"babe, are you all right? should i go back? because -" i half-laughed, half-sobbed into the phone.

"i miss you so much already," i simply said in reply, and you were quiet for a moment.

"i miss you too," you said eventually, and on the last word, your voice cracked slightly, just a tiny bit, letting me in on the secrets of your innermost insecurities and thoughts - that we wouldn't make it through the tour, that something would happen and that you would be too far away...

the fans had moved away slightly to give us some privacy, and you said goodbye, saying that you had to go through immigration now and that you would call me once you were in the boarding room.

"... i'll call you later, okay? i love you." you said, and i could hear the concern still prominent in your tone.

"i love you too." i said at last, and ended the call quickly, before i could cry any more.

"you seem really upset, are you and michael still okay?" a fan asked, and i smiled through my tears, loving how they treated you, and me by extension, as family members.

"we're fine, i'm just being a loser and a total cry baby," i laughed, and even though i looked like complete crap with no make up and red eyes, i still agreed to take a few photos with them.

when i left the airport half an hour later, i was still holding your jacket, desperately trying to breathe in the remnants of your scent that still clung stubbornly to the material, the only thing i had left that still reminded me of you.

-END-

okay yes i'm sorry it's kind of sad but i will post more one shots in the coming days believe me i have too many of them hahaha

and in conclusion, this whole post is for my sorry ass wanting to get into a.s.s (hahaha see what i did there) and believe me, this is not the last you'll see of my clingy self.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS STUPID POST AND PEACE OUT