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So these are my own stuff from my human brain and requests so message me who ya want and all that stuff XD Also if you want to read my Luke fan fiction you can. You don't have to. I won't be offended. So yeah message me or whatever if you want an imagine/preference thing and tell me your name so I can include it in the thing. :):) xo

In a world where a girl didn't believe in supernatural, and vowed she never would. But all that changed. "I'm Calum" he smirked. The girl didn't think much about the mysterious boy. She heard about the people being taken off the streets but didn't care because, hey it wasn't her. She ran into a group of men who called themselves 5 Seconds of Summer. And while they may fall in love with her, she certainly does not fall for them. "I don't believe in love" the beautiful girl whispered. "Then I'll make you." He breathed.

An Ashton Irwin Fanfic. WARNING: MATURE AUDIANCES ONLY. 18+ Graphic Smut // Drug use Read at your own risk ---- preview ---- "Sweetheart..." he began, his large hand snaked behind your back to your neck, cupping your jaw. His eyes flickered as they looked in yours, holding you still. He smiled, that smile you loved so much, his face came inches from yours. You felt the breath of his nose on your lips, frozen in your spot. "I've wanted this the moment I laid eyes on you", he confessed. Oh. Your lips had a mind of their own - before he could say anything else, they were on his. Those lips you've carefully studied for four months, now. The lips he was constantly putting chap-stick on. The ones he bit just a bit during interviews when he was nervous. He tasted like weed, mint, and him. His lips were silky, his movements were harsh yet soft, and you remember thinking: I could do this for hours. You felt his hands freeze and then grip your waist, pulling you closer to him so you were chest to chest. Frantic, you grabbed his face and licked his bottom lip, a tiny moan leaving your mouth, surprising him when you rolled your hips on his. Without even hesitating, he pulled back at your noise, his wild eyes on yours, dark. "Yeah?" he nodded slowly, consenting to this. Your lips attached to the spot under his ear, sucking it gently and quickly, making him huff and pull you closer. "Please touch me, Ash"

When I face him again, Ashton is smiling. He leans back slowly in his seat, resting his folded hands on his stomach. "This is gonna be fun." I narrow my eyes at him. "What's gonna be fun?" "Winning you over." I have to bite back the vomit that fights to exit through my mouth. "Excuse me?" "It's a challenge now." "Nobody challenged you to anything." "I have challenged myself." "Well, that sounds like a personal problem." I grit my teeth. "I am not your challenge." Ashton just smiles at me. "We'll see about that." Disclaimer: -This story is a work of fiction. Some people are real, but situations are entirely mine and made up. -I took a little bit of liberty as far as how situations that might have happened unfold. I did tons of research, but the plot calls for some changes. Hope you don't mind! -Mature for frequent swearing and sexual themes -**Trigger warning** there is a later chapter that deals with mature themes (sexual assault). If you feel the need, please skip the chapter, which will have an additional warning at the top of it. Cover art credit: picture found on Google, but the "Youngblood" logo is property of 5 Seconds of Summer

"Don't worry , I'll deal with the fact that you've been ignoring me for the past 5 minutes or so if you tell me your name"Calum smirked laying out all of his basic moves. "Kara," she smiled sheepishly jutting her hand out for him to shake it. Calum chuckled hugging her petite body. "We don't do hand shakes here babe." Kara stepped back surprised by her new nickname. Calum assumed she was happy the expression on her face unreadable ."I'm not your "babe" ." She piped up. "But you want to be," he cockily leaned back against the pillar in the airport. "Who said I want to be your babe," she asked raising an eyebrow at his arrogant attitude "Everyone wants to be, I'm Calum Hood.I can make all your fantasies come true babe," he whispered into her ear, kissing it after. Kara rolled her eyes pushing him off, "I'm not as easy to get Hood. I'm a challenge." "Well challenge accepted babe." - All rights reserved 2016

Michael walked forward pushing me against the wall. "Don't tell me what to do you spoiled little slut!" he yelled slapping me across the face. I let out a small whimper but I won't let him see me cry. "Fuck. You." I yelled. Michael threw me over his shoulder and led me to his bedroom. I started punch and kicking him "Put me down" "You need to be punished. " ADULT CONTENT: Drugs, Sex, Alcohol, Attempted Suicide, Murder, Curse words. If you can't handle it then you shouldn't read it. Ages 16 & up. If you choose to read I hope you enjoy and understand this story is FICTION.

they all meet at starbucks. when they make their own ways to college they find out they are sharing a room together. tbh you should just read this book and enjoy it bc i cant be bothered telling you beautiful people. ~love ya all, emily x

"You're just out of my limit." Ashton said. "Do you know what our experiences has been like? A roller coaster. We both had our ups and downs. We both had the excitement together, and worst parts together. Yet we can never get enough of it, as we end up going back on the same ride and go through the same experience again." *First story I've written :)* [Completed 2015]

"Hey, hey, no need to be crying, or shaking, we're normal people," Ashton says. "We're idiots, sometimes," Luke chuckles. "Idiots who have positively impacted my life. Not like it was bad, just boring. But your music was like something that woke me up and made me realize I wanted to do more with my life, especially your second album. Also just feeling something more than the feeling of just being content is nice... and I'm rambling..." Calum flashes a smile at me and says, "Glad we can inspire you to want to make your life cooler. "Can't make it better than today, this is the highlight of my life," I tell them. -- Blake Asher has won a whole day and front row tickets to see her favorite band, but she's going to leave with more than just memories. -- I do not own the band nor any of their music that's in this story. This is a fanfiction, emphasis on fiction. Not suitable for people under thirteen so read at your own risk. Some language and sexual innuendos.

My eyes widened as I was pulled into a bone crushing hug by one of the tall men my best friend fangirled over. "Would you like a picture?" He asked me once he let go. "What? Oh. No. I'm just here with a friend," I backed away slightly. "You sure? I could sign your hat," he seemed genuinely surprised I turned him down. "Yeah. Sorry not a fan," I shrugged and walked over to where my friend stood. . . . In which a famous boy tries to get a college student to like him and his music *COMPLETED*