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batfam423 · 10 years ago

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Don't Ignore Me - Cashby

Alan’s P.O.V. Warped Tour 2014. Of Mice and Men and had finished their UK tour and had joined in the most carefree, fun tour there ever was. We flew across the ocean only to be met with a tour bus and 100 other bands. So far it had been great, shows everyday, meeting new fans, talking with old friends, and everything else. Adam even joined us, volunteering to take pictures. We partied every night, making sure to invite everyone we coulda the booze was out of control, people were shitfaced, and we couldn’t be happier. That was until Austin started ignoring me. At first, I thought it was because he had so many other people here to see and catch up with. But days dragged into weeks, and eventually, there is only one week of Warped left, and I had spent in wallowing in self pity because my boyfriend was gone. I blamed myself, thinking that I was too awkward or not fun enough. He preferred bands like Issues and Bad Rabbits over ME, his own damn boyfriend. But then I came to realize, I was perfectly fine. Austin was the one in the wrong. It was a scorching Friday afternoon, and there I was, sitting in lounge and playing around with my guitar……again. Austin was out with some other band, while I was left here to be alone. As I thought about Austin, I started unconsciously strumming ‘You Make Me Sick’. By the end of the song, my chest was heaving with anger and my toes curled. I let out a scream of frustration. 'He's such an asshole!' I yelled in my head. "Alan?" Someone called from the front of the bus. Austin. I heard his footsteps lead back to where I was. He opened the door, peeking inside. "Uh….hey. Why are you crying?" My hand flew up to my face, immediately feeling tears. "Erm….I just…it was…" I stammered, attempting (miserably) to think of an explanation. He walked over, wiping the tears,off my cheeks with his thumbs, and sitting us down. He looked into my eyes, and softly laying his hand on my thigh, he said, “c’mon..it’s okay. Just tell me what’s wrong babe.” For a second, I debated telling Austin the truth, when I slipped out. "Why are you ignoring me?" I asked, looking back at him. He raised his eyebrow,in confusion, drawing his hand back. "What?" "You’ve been ignoring me Austin. Have you not fucking noticed? IVE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR THE PAST WEEK WHILE YOU JUST LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING…..AND…AND SHOW UP 12 HOURS LATER!" I yelled at him, rising to my feet and balling my hands into fists. "I….but…..I’m-im so sorry Ginger Prin-" "Don’t fucking call me that." I said through gritted teeth. Austin looked down in shame. I scoffed, walking off to my bunk, leaving a Austin in a flood of guilt. —————— Austin’s P.O.V. I can’t believe I didn’t notice… Alan thought I was ignoring him! I wasn’t, I just wanted to hang out with my other friends that I hadn’t seen in a while. I sat for however long, pondering a solution to make Alan talk to me again. Suddenly, the lounge door flew open, revealing a furious Aaron. “Why is Alan crying in his bunk, whispering your name?” He asked, crossing his arms. I shrunk back in shame. This was my fault. “He….uh…..he thinks….I was ignoring him.” “Ugh Aust-” “BUT I WASN’T,” I replied, “I WANTED TO SEE THE OTHER BANDS….but I maybe got caught up.” "Well….do something. HES FUCKING BAWLING. You can’t just leave him there.” I nodded, taking on the nearly impossible challenge of cheering Alan up. It couldn’t be that hard. ---Alan’s P.O.V. I woke up curled in like a ball with dried, crusty tears on my cheeks. I unravelled myself from the blankets in my bunk, and quietly stepped out. Stretching out I smelled something delicious. Was it waffles? My body shot up, following the scent of breakfast food. I walked through the bus, finding my way to the mini kitchen, where Austin was had waffles heating up. ‘Did you seriously think this was going to work?’ I thought, rolling my eyes at his feeble attempt to get me back. "Hey babe! I made your favorite!” Austin cheered as he showed a plate full of cat shaped waffles to me. As much as I was craving them, I wasn’t going to play his game. I grunted loudly, turning around and shoving past Tino, back to my waffle-less bunk. ---Austin’s P.O.V. Of course stubborn Alan didn’t fall for the waffles…..but this was just the beginning of my plan. Alan loves cats and stuffed animals, so I bought about a million different cat stuffed animals. All different colors and sizes, I stuffed his bunk to the max just before show time, while everyone was setting up. Casually walking back to the stage, nobody noticed I was even gone. I looked over to Alan, who was mindlessly plucking at his guitar. “Show time!” Our manger yelled, pushing the band towards the stage. Tino ran up the ramp and to his drums, then Alan, then Aaron, the Phil, and eventually, me. The crowd was roaring with anticipation as the intro to Public Service Announcement started. For the whole show, I jumped around stage, entertaining the lively crowd. From time to time, I kissed Alan’s cheek, making the crowd cheer. Alan tried his hardest to not back away. He didn’t want the crowd to suspect anything. That would cause gossip, and nobody wanted that. I definitely took advantage of the current situation, leading to hugs, kisses, and whispering sweet nothings his ear. I knew Alan would break soon. ---Alan’s P.O.V. I tried to block out Austin’s secret flirting and kisses, but it was nearly impossible. By the end of the show, I couldn’t help but stare at Austin, hoping for more. When our last song ended and Austin said his goodbye to the audience, I ran off stage. ‘I need to get away from him.’ I snuck back to the bus, avoiding everyone. I went to my bunk and hopped in, but I fell out. I pulled the curtain away, revealing a bunch of cats plushies. “Austin.” I grumbled. I swiped all the animals from my bunk, except a cute ginger kitty (I couldn’t help it), and stepped inside closing the curtain and drifting off to sleep, hopefully getting a break from Austin too. ---Austin’s P.O.V. I walked back to Alan’s bunk to see the stuffed animals scattered on the floor. I bit my lip, slowly peeling back the curtain. There Alan snuggled with one of the cats I gave him. I let out a quiet ‘awwwww’. I left back to the front, but not before taking a pictured him. Now it’s time to take out the last step. I walked to the Manhattan beach, which happened to be very close to where our current stop was. In a secluded corner, there was a large red blanket, two bottled of Alan’s favorite wine, and 3 red roses. Although he never admitted it, Alan was a cliche in the form of loving walks on the beach and romantic dinners. I grinned, knowing this would bring my Alan back. -2 hours later- I’ve been sitting on the blanket patiently for about a half an hour. Aaron was in the plan, as he was the one bringing Alan to the beach. 'On our way -Aaron’ I flattened out the blanket on the sand and played with my hands, doing anything to pass the time. 'I just dropped him off. -Aaron’ I looked up to see a small ginger walking around. Standing up, I walked over to him. "Hi Alan.” I said, lowering my eyes to his. "what’s this about? Are you going to murder me?” I chuckled, leading back to the blanket. I sat down on one side, but Alan stayed standing. "You think this will make me forgive?!” He yelled, punting the wine bottle into the ocean beyond us. "This is nothing! I sat alone for weeks! WEEKS! And then you give me a fucking picnic and ugh?…….JUST FUCK OFF!” He yelled, stomping back to the car. "No, wait,” I ran to him, pulling Alan back by his waist,”Alan, I’m SORRY! I-I just want to have you back….and why didn’t I notice. Alan please…..” I said, tears falling down my face. "Austin…..stop crying….please….” He pleaded quietly. I wiped my tears, “Sorry…I-” "Don’t apologize, you’ve done that enough….I.......I forgive you.” I jumped back in shock. "re-really?!” I tightened my grip on him, bringing my lips to his. He chuckled into me, continuing the long kiss. I was so glad he was back to being my ginger princess. After we were done (had to take a breath), Alan smiled up to me. "I love you.” "I love you too….and I’m never ignoring you EVER again.” I leaned back into him.

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bandimaginesxo · 10 years ago

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Alan Ashby Imagine

Request: "Alan ashby imagine where you hurt your ankle at warped tour so you're kinda sitting down somewhere and alan walks by and asks whys youre just sitting there and you explain and he helps you to his tour bus but you feel bad that he's not out enjoying warped bc of you but he insists he doesnt mind and he feels bad that youre not enjoying warped so he starts playing a song on his acoustic for you."

A/N: Hello! This is my first imagine I've written as official co-writer for this account. I'm very excited to be able to do this, and hope you all enjoy! On a side note, I'm sorry if this imagine isn't as lively as my others, I've been having a bit of a rough week. ~MB

As gracefully as I could, I hobbled away from the food truck. I placed my subpar nachos on the table before plopping myself on the flimsy plastic bench, rocking the picnic table back and forth. Gritting my teeth, I grasped my left calf with one hand to pull it up and extend it across the bench. I studied my ankle, which was turning a shade of blueish purple at an alarming rate. I wasn’t as annoyed that I had rolled my ankle, but more so that I had done it while at a food truck. I mean, if I was going to injure myself at the all-mighty Warped Tour, you’d think I’d have been ‘cool’ enough to do it by moshing, or something of that sort. But who am I kidding? Of course it would happen when I was trying to find a napkin to snag. Not that I enjoy the shooting pain coming from my balloon sized ankle, but I’d just hoped that if I had injured myself, I’d have a thrilling story to tell along with it, not something pathetic like twisting an ankle while at a Tex-Mex food stand.

I sighed, and felt the churning in my belly that reminded me I was hungry. Grasping a queso and black bean covered chip between my index finger and thumb, I shoved the nacho into my mouth. As soon as the chip touched my tongue, I realized my mistake. Now, I don’t know why I even expected the food to taste any good, considering how repulsive the food truck smelled, but I was most definitely not expecting the nachos to be this terrible. I mean, c’mon, how can you screw up nachos? Just buy chips and melt some cheese, toss a can of beans in, and add a side of sour cream. But somehow, this food truck managed to take a relatively simple and tasty dish, and turn in into something that even Satan himself wouldn’t let past the gates of hell. Reluctantly, I swallowed the hideous chip, and prayed I didn’t vomit. Thankfully, I was able to hold it down. I pushed the platter of nachos to the other side of the table, trying to keep as much distance as I possibly could.

Setting my forehead into my hands, I rubbed small circles around my temples with the pads of my thumbs, trying to soothe the pain from my twisted ankle and my empty stomach. I was slightly disappointed in myself. I had managed to screw up the one day I had been looking forward to all winter long. But I tried to push away the upsetting thoughts by reminding myself that I was at Warped Tour, which itself was a dream come true. I already had been fortunate enough to drop by three concerts, and pick up a few tee shirts for both my friend and myself. Closing my eyes, I tried once more to take my focus off the pain in my ankle. The picnic table jostled, letting me know somebody had decided to take a seat alongside me. I normally wouldn’t be bothered, but when the stranger made such commotion that it knocked my leg from its resting position on the bench and sent it to whack against the metal pole that sturdied the seats, I was not only furious, but also in quite a bit of pain.

“What the hell?” I snarled, snapping my eyes open to challenge my visitor. It took a moment for me to realize that the man diagonal to me was Alan Ashby, but once I understood just who it was, my cheeks flushed a dark, dark shade of red. I parted my lips to apologize, but Alan got the word in before I could,

“Whoa, sorry man.” He lifted his fingers from where they lay rested on the table, it reminded me of the way criminals have to put their hands up when a police officer corners them for arrest. But once Alan noticed my cheeks blush, I caught a smirk flicker across his lips.

“No, it’s my bad, really,” My voice cracked as I spoke, “I guess it’s the sun that’s getting to me.” I offered a sheepish smile. Alan returned it, except his was shining with confidence that I didn’t have. Thankfully, talking to a rockstar distracted the throbbing in my ankle.

“What’s your name?” Alan spoke, studying me very carefully. I was becoming a bit uncomfortable by his stare.

“(Y/N).” I breathed, still trying to wrap my head around what was going on. How the hell did I manage to luck out and meet Alan Ashby? He nodded after a moment, not bothering to introduce himself, because I had already made it very apparent that I knew him after my blushing.

“What’re you doing out here, on the benches? Pierce the Veil is just about to go on, don’t you want to see them?” I was honestly confused when Alan started asking me these questions, I had no idea why he would care about how I spent my time at Warped Tour.

“Twisted my ankle, and as much as I would love to watch the Pierce’s, I don’t think my foot would very much appreciate that.” I was quite surprised on how cool I was being in this situation.

“How’d you manage to do that?”

“I’d rather not say.” I muttered under my breath. Alan smirked again.

“You should probably go to the First-Aid Tent, don’t you think?”

I thought for a moment, before I shook my head, “It really isn’t that bad.” At once, I remembered that it was kind of odd that nobody else was crowding around Alan, but then I remembered. Nobody goes to the Tex-Mex food truck, so naturally, nobody goes to the Tex-Mex benches. I mentally thanked the cooks at the truck for being shitty chefs, and keeping the area abandoned.

“Are you sure?” Alan peered over the table to take a look at my ankle that had been returned back to its resting spot on the bench.

“Mhm. I’ll be alright.” I tried to convince Alan, but I had a hard time doing that, considering I wasn’t even convincing myself. He glanced away from my ankle, and we exchanged eye contact for a moment. Needless to say, I started becoming flustered again, and my cheeks were once more a fiery red.

“At least let me get you somewhere shaded.”

I pondered for a mere second before shaking my head. Alan frowned.

“I’m not taking, ‘No,’ as an answer. C’mon, I’ll show you the bus.”

At this point, I didn’t know what to do. I hated to tear Alan from an enjoyable day, but I also didn’t want to shoot down the opportunity to check out Of Mice & Men’s tour bus. He got up from the bench slowly, this time making sure to not jostle the table around and fling my foot into the metal table leg. He extended a hand once he got to my side of the bench. “Let’s go.” He spoke. It was more of a command than a request, so I swung my other leg around the bench, and rested the weight on my right leg to try and keep the pain at bay. Alan offered his help by slinking his arm under my left armpit, trying to keep me steady.

Alan lead me toward the tour bus, sneaking through quite a few shortcuts I had no idea existed. Of course, the scene probably looked ridiculous, Alan becoming a human crutch, and myself hopping about. Thankfully, it didn’t take very long to reach our destination. The sleek bus showed its true colors with a white ampersand painted on the side of the vehicle. My heart started to thump quickly, excitement surging through my veins. Alan pulled a key from his pant pocket, and slipped it into the lock on the door handle. Opening the door, Alan nodded at me to let me go ahead. I wobbled onto the bus, hopping like a champion up the couple of steps that to the lounge area.

“No offense, Alan, but this was not what I had expected.” There was clutter everywhere, half-empty bottles of booze, and, naturally, Star Wars merchandise everywhere. Alan laughed, and patted the somewhat neat couch for me to sit on.

“Sorry about that, there was a bit of a party last night.”

I shook my head lightly, a smile plastered to my lips as I settled on the couch. Alan took a seat on a chair opposite me, and glanced around the bus, not really knowing what to do.

“I can go, if you want. I know you’ve probably got signings and interviews to go to, friends to hang with.” I spoke, becoming rather anxious that I was being a bother.

“Are you kidding?” Alan scoffed, “You just got here, besides, Warped has just started, I have the rest of tour to be with the guys and do interviews.” I shifted my gaze from the floor to look into Alan’s eyes; they were bright and friendly, which ebbed away my nervousness. “If anything, I feel bad for you, because you’re missing out on the full Warped experience.”

I shrugged, feeling a bit uncomfortable about being pitied by a member of one of my favorite bands. I lowered my gaze back to the black felt floor. An excited grunt sounded, and I looked back to Alan, who was now walking toward the bunk area. I furrowed my brows in confusion as he returned holding an acoustic guitar by its neck. “What in the hell are you doing?” I mused, the corners of my lips tugging upwards into a smile as he plopped back into the chair across from me.

“Since you have injured yourself, and therefore cannot go to another concert, I have decided to bring the concert to you.” Alan chuckled slightly, and adjusted the guitar on his lap.

“You seriously don’t have to,” I rushed, feeling my cheeks ignite to a bright shade of red.

“(Y/N), you are not leaving Warped Tour until you have heard another concert.”

I sighed shakily, my grin growing larger and larger.

“Obviously, I don’t sing as well as Aaron, which is why I don’t sing the clean lyrics for the band, so please bear with me.” He smiled sheepishly, and then started to strum a tune on the guitar. I nearly melted on the couch once Alan started singing. It was too much, and it made my heart flutter with joy.

“What do you see when you close your eyes? How do you feel when you see it? Who is to say that it isn’t real? And why can’t we lie to believe it, to believe in something?”

I was speechless. His voice was beautiful, and so was his playing. I felt as if I was in a dream, because this was truly surreal. Once he strummed the last note on the guitar, he looked up at me, a grin plastered to his pale skin. “I know it’s not as good, ‘cause the rest of the band isn’t here to do their part, but I hope you enjoyed your personal concert.” He chirped, fanning out his fingers to stretch them from their stiff position.

“Alan, that was beautiful, I don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘It’s not as good,’ because I think it was stellar.” I scoffed, appauled of his doubt.

He smiled sheepishly, and leaned forward ever so slowly to plant a kiss on my lips, making my face turn beet red.

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ao3feed-frerard · 6 years ago

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Don't Forget Me (one shots collection)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zKfa7B

by InsertSpooky

This is just a bunch of one shots from all my favourite ships in my many fandoms.

Words: 1528, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, Marvel, Of Mice & Men, My Chemical Romance

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Steve Rogers/Captain America, Bucky Barnes, Kellin Quinn, Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Mike Fuentes, Austin Carlile, Alan Ashby, Gerard Way, Frank Iero

Relationships: Kellic - Relationship, Perrentes - Relationship, cashby - Relationship, Stucky, frerard - Relationship

Additional Tags: one shots, collection, Fluff, Angst, Cute

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ottostherapy · 10 years ago

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If music be the food of love, play on

“If music be the food of love, play on”

Song – This One’s For You

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You lay down in your bunk, to rest for a bit. It had been an exhausting day for you. Your mom had thrown you out of the house a few weeks ago, because you couldn’t find a decent job – you had worked at Starbucks and the college you should’ve went to, burned down. Since you were sick of school and learning anyways you had decided to take a year off and follow your cousin Phil around the world. Today she had called and asked about your job, that you didn’t have. You didn’t want to disappoint her and told her, that you were doing fine and everything was perfect and when she asked what you did, you answered you’d be Phil’s band’s merch girl – you weren’t. And you hated lying but you knew your mom had cheated on your dad and she had thrown you out, so now you’d taken revenge.

“Y/N!” Tino shouted as he saw you. Luckily you came along well with all the guys in Of Mice and Men, they were super nice and you had laid an eye on the ginger. Alan Ashby, rhythm guitarist, ginger princess, cat and coffee lover. You had to chuckle thing about him.

“Hey there” You smiled. The boys took your head off things so fast.

“Alan asked me to call you…” Tino said with a smirk on his lips.

You jumped off of your bed. “Where is he?” You asked, probably seeming desperate to see the ginger – which you were.

Tino laughed. “In the kitchen!” He whispered playfully seductive.

Your cheeks turned red and you took your pillow and threw it at him. “I’ll go now.” You said gracefully.

On your way to the kitchen you thought about what Alan wanted from you and why he couldn’t sear for you himself.

“Oh, hi Y/N” Alan said as he saw you. He sat on the counter nipping at some coffee and doing something on his phone. He made your heart stumble and tumble inside your ribcage and your cheeks turned red again.

“Hi” You made and smiled dorkely. He kept on staring at the display. “So, erm… Why should I come?” You asked quickly.

Alan lowered the phone, looked into your eyes for a brief second and then behind you. “What do you mean?” He asked confused.

“Tino told me, you wanted me to come to the kitchen…” You explained insecure. Did he really say Alan? It could’ve been Aaron and you just misheard him.

“Oh…” Alan made. “I…I didn’t…” He stuttered and now it has his turn at blushing.

“Well then, I’ll ask him again.” You said and quickly went away. You couldn’t find Tino anywhere so you just lay down again.

There was that thing about Alan and you. When the guys were around he acted so cute towards you and you really couldn’t get enough of that. But when it was only the two of you, he’d almost ignore you and you didn’t knew if he was just being shy or if he was just being friendly to keep the illusion.

Either way you were confused and frustrated. Frustrated because you were too shy talk when it was just you two.

“Aww, what are you doing here?” Phil asked, sitting down on your bunk. You hadn’t even seen him coming.

“I don’t know…” You said, being rather unhappy.

“Y/N” Phil sighted and wrapped his arms around you. Your head fell to his chest and you sighted, too.

“We’re watching a film, you wanna join?” He asked after a while.

“What film?” You asked back.

Phil rolled his eyes. “You have three guesses.” He said and you already knew what you’d watch. Star Wars, Austin’s favorite film. Still you nodded and so Phil and you returned to the so-called living room.

Quickly Phil sat down next to Aaron so the only place left was the one next to Alan. He already grinned cheekily. You forgot about what had happened and sat down next to him.

“Ready for Star Wars?” He asked in his silly voice.

“So ready, are you?” You chuckled and the movie began.

“Yeah, and I’m so excited! Like I don’t even know the plot and the dialogs by hard!” He ranted.

You laughed, earning an annoyed glance from Austin. “Me neither.” You joked.

“Good, then we can enjoy this unknown new movie.” Alan wrapped one arm around you and pulled you close to him. You could smell his scent and it clouded your mind. You took in one deep breath.

A little into the film nobody really paid attention to it anymore. Aaron had asked to watch another film and Alan had suggested to watch 500 says of summer, his favorite movie.

“Alan! Nobody wants to watch 500 days of summer!” Aaron argued. “Go look at Y/N instead.” He said.

“Why should he look at me instead of watching 500 days of summer?” You intervened confused and curious at the same time.

Austin laughed. “I think Alan liked Y/N because she looks like Zooey DesChanel.” He stated.

Tino shook his head. “No, no, no!” He said. “He likes Zooey DesChanel because she looks like Y/N!”

You chuckled while Alan turned into the color of his hair. You indeed did the same.

“Come, they’re being dumb.” Alan said, stood up and took your hand. He helped you up and dragged you out of the living room to the bunks.

“So you like me?” You asked and chuckled.

Instead of giving you an answer, Alan pulled you close and placed his lips on yours cautiously. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. After a while he broke the kiss and looked into your eyes. “Wow, I’ve always wanted to do that!” He whispered.

You couldn’t get the overwhelming feeling out of your mind and bit down on your lip while nodding. Your arms were still around his neck and his on your waist.

“Can you do that again?” You asked smiling.

“What?” He asked. “Kiss you?”

You nodded and so Alan took your face in his hands and gently kissed you again. His tongue lightly touched your lower lip, asking you to open your mouth. You did so and so the sensation went on. Your tongues danced for dominance, while Alan’s hands messed your hair.

Twenty minutes later you found yourself moaning each other’s names. You lay fully undressed under Alan, who – as well complete free of clothes – pushed himself in and out passionately.

You came at the same time and afterwards cuddled up under the sheets and played footsie and just talked.

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tonyperrysglasses-blog · 10 years ago

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I'll Make You Feel Beautiful Once Again (Alan Ashby Smut & Fluff)

I walked- well, I was pushed into my new bunk room, at another new mental institution. “We can’t handle her,” they say. I sighed and laid down in my bunk, facing the ceiling. My head shot up when I heard distant shuffling. I watched intently as my new roommate stumbled over to me. He had gingery hair, and bright eyes. My back straightened and my head tipped to the side in realization.

"A-Alan?"

His head whipped around and his eyes widen as he saw me, coming across the same realization.

"Y/N?"

I laughed uncontrollably and jumped over to him, tears spilling from my eyes, as my childhood friend was once again in my arms. He grunted in pain and nearly dropped me as I caught myself. I stepped back and looked at him, confused.

"Are you okay?"

He started to get changed, as it was getting late, and my eyes scanned his scarred body.

"Alan…"

“I’m really sorry,”

“Why would you do this?”

“I- You,” He couldn’t quite seem to get it out. “God, Y/N I missed you so much it nearly killed me. When you walked out the door for film school, I didn’t think I’d see you again… I couldn’t deal with that.”

I wiped my eyes and hugged him again, before he could pull his gown back on.

"I missed you, too," was all I could muster up and say.

I saw his eyes turn a deeper shade of brown as I knew exactly what was coming. I pulled away from him and walked over to the door, shutting it quietly. They’ll be around to lock them soon enough, and I could tell Alan wasn’t willing to wait that long. I walked over to him slowly, before I was pushed down onto my bunk. He kept mumbling, “I missed you so much, I missed you so much,” over and over as he kissed from my jawline, down my neck and over my collarbones.

I tipped my head back onto my uncomfortable pillows where I could feel the pills from nights before, in which I refused to take, flooding the pillowcase. I moaned softly as he pulled off my gown, and I blushed immediately, feeling embarrassed, and hid myself under the blanket.

"Y/N," He looked at me with his big, saddened, brown pools.

"You know exactly what I’m going to say. You read the fan fictions."

I blushed another shade of red, surely looking like a tomato by now. I uncovered myself as he went back to kissing me. I see him smile to himself as I bite my lip.

"You know, you’re so pretty…"

I blushed more. “Quit with the corniness and get on with it before they get in here.” He chuckled and reached behind me, lifting my back and unclasping my bra. He skipped the foreplay and within seconds had my underwear and his boxers off.

I bit my lip; it had been ages since I had even been looked at by a guy, and fucking hell was I nervous. Alan looked up at me like he could smell it.

"Are you ready…?"

I nodded and leaned my head back against my pillow as he pushed into me slowly; letting me adjust.

I gasped almost immediately, feeling a little less pain than I had previously anticipated. He finally got his full length in, and started off at a slow pace. I whimpered and moaned a little too loudly than I should have, and his head snapped up to me, hushing me with his eyes. I just nodded and he continued thrusting. I bit my lip a little harder, nearly drawing blood as I latched my legs around his waist. He was pushed deeper into me, and I threw my head back and moaned louder, getting harder every time he heard me.

"Fuck, Alan," I moaned as I felt my stomach clench. By now he was keeping up a quick, breath hitching pace. He started getting rougher, and my head tipped back as my eyes fluttered in pleasure.

"God, Y/N," he muttered into my neck. I gripped his hair as his thrusts got noticeably harder. I could feel the knot in the pit of my stomach grow tighter, and I immediately knew I was close.

"A-Alan, I-"

“I know, love.” I blushed as he muttered into my neck.

My moans got louder, nearly screaming, and he got sloppier.

"Alan, Fu-!"

He covered my mouth, mid-scream, knowing we’d get caught if they heard. My back arched as my high hit hard. and Alan nipped and suck at my neck as he stiffened and released into me. I sighed and relaxed into the bunk, lowering my legs and wiping my face. Alan pulled out and laid next to me, obviously needing the release. He turned to me, and looked at me seriously, still panting heavily.

"Y/N…"

“Yes?”

“I-I love you. More than anything. I always have.”

I relaxed even more and a smile immediately slapped across my face. “I love you, too, Alan.”

I heard the lock on the door click, and Alan pulled me in for a hug, and pushed his lips closed to my ear.

"I think we’re going to be in some trouble tomorrow."

I only giggled and snuggled close to him, glad to have him back, before falling into a deep, and finally peaceful, sleep. - A/N: I’m sorry if it sucked! It’s my first!

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band-fanfic-and-imagines69 · 10 years ago

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"Come on, let me hold your hand."

"Alan valentine where all the other band members give their girlfriends presents and alan forgets? :3"

-im guessing this was the more detailed to the Alan valentine's day smut?-

"aw! Phil!" Anouk cried, falling into his arms before she placed small kisses all around his face.

Amanda following shortly after her, only her voice was muffled by the thick wood of the back lounge, soon followed by a muffled 'I Love You' from Aaron.

Jen and Tino were curled up next to each other, Tino's arms were around Jen, his head snuggled into her neck as she read the novel she'd been working on since tour started.

"Happy Valentino day baby." She chuckled, pressing her lips to his temple.

"No, happy valentines to you baby." Tino mumbled, kissing her neck.

"Your turn Alan!" the only single guy in the room yelled, attempting to throw Alan under the bus.

"It's okay Austin, Alan and I don;t celebrate the manufactured holidays." I smiled, looking down from my phone to answer him before Alan had a chance to speak.

"Well, you sure do celebrate st. Patrick's day." Alan snickered, looking up at me.

I grabbed the pillow next to me at the booth and hurdled it at Alan, landing it into his chest.

"It's true." He mumbles, Hugging the pillow to his chest, giving me puppy dog eyes over the small fringe of the plush.

"Hey guys, we're heading out." Amanda and Aaron chimed in, walking through the middle of the living area, Jennifer and Tino standing up afterwords.

"we're gonna go to that cafe we saw earlier." they smiled as Jen slipped on her shoes, Tino grabbing her book for her and they headed for the door.

Anouk and Phil were still cuddled in the corner until Phil leaned back and spoke something we couldn't understand .

they both got up and left without a word, Phil only waved and Austin waved back like an idiot.

Alan and I both looked at each other intently, Alan gave me a small wink before we both looked over to Austin.

it took him a moment before he looked up from his phone, then over to the two of us.

"Oh, I guess that's my queue to leave." He spoke as he stood up, straightening out his shirt and pants legs before he laced up his high tops and grabbed his phone.

"Okay, well be safe, uh that's all I got." Austin laughed, exiting the bus, locking the door behind him with the key.

as soon as i heard the lock click, i immediately got up, leaving my phone on the table, I stormed back to the back lounge and slammed the door, leaving Alan sitting in the living area.

"baby, come on. let me in." He whined, knocking on the door,

"If you'd care enough to check, the door is unlocked." I hissed, bringing my knees up to my chest as he cautiously slipped in, looking over to me with his puppy dog eyes.

"baby, what's wrong?" he asked me, giving me an innocent smile before he placed his hands on my knees, sitting on his in the floor in front of me.

"Alan you knew what today was, I know i hate getting gifts for valentines day, but you could have at least said something to me." i scowled down to him.

"happy Valentines day baby." Alan almost whispered as he kissed my shin.

I scoffed and looked down at him, his eyes big and round.

he poked out his bottom lip and slowly parted my legs, placing sweet, gentle kisses on my inner thighs.

"Just let me make it up to you." He mumbled onto the skin, nibble at it for a moment before he blew warm air over the damp patch of skin.

I moved in my seat as my breath hitched, Alan firmly placed his hands on my thighs as his teeth scraped and nibbled at the sensitive skin.

"Alan" I breathed, feeling his fingers fumble with the lining of my already wet panties.

"mhm Kitten, all this for me?" he purred against my skin. he peeled my panties off of my warmth and pushed them to the side, blowing hot air onto my warmth.

I could feel his body tense up as he ran his tongue along my slit, he moaned lightly, and licked at my warmth, leaving me a moaning mess below him.

he slowly detached his lips and looked up at me as he danced his fingers up my leg.

"I want you to look into my eyes while I finger you, I want to see your eyes filled with satisfaction as I make you feel good." He grunted as he finally pushed two fingers into my heat, my walls clenching around his digits.

"baby, you've gotta calm down, i've only stuck a couple of fingers in you and you're already close to cumming." he teased, moving his body up to kiss me, his fingers slowly dipping firther and further into me as his lips worked on mine, my moans trapped between our lips

He slowly withdrew his fingers from me and sucked them into his mouth, sloppily licking off my fluids as he used his free hand to yank down his pants and boxers, he quickly stepped out of them and popped his fingers out of his mouth.

"Damn baby, you still taste so good." he smirked, my face turning a light pink, a small smirk turning up at the corners of his mouth as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

He leaned back and looked at me, giving me a questioning eyebrow raise.

I nodded in conformation, and he slowly pushed into me, the feeling almost foreign from the months we hadn't been able to have private time together.

We only had chances for "A quicky" as Alan called them which usually meant I would blow him and he'd later repay me with his skilled fingers or his mouth.

"Alan." I let out a deep groan, his tip brushing my G-spot as he pushed back in, his ginger curls falling onto his forehead.

I slipped my fingers along his forehead, taking the hair up, slicking it back into the rest of his hair

I smiled at his appearance until a strained grunt/moan combination was pushed out of me.

I felt my stomach clinch up as he sped up, dragging his fingers along my stomach until he reached my clit, lazily rubbing figure 8's on it

"cum for me baby." he spoke in a breathy grunt

with a few more thrusts I was following his request and releasing around him, he pressed his hips up and into me forcefully, his shoulders falling forward with his head hanging, a low groan slipping from his plump lips .

He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed on the couch, wrapping his arms around my waist, putting his face in my lap.

"I love you baby, happy valentines day, sorry i didn't say anything." he mumbled, kissing the top of my thigh.

"don't worry, you made it up baby." I smiled, laying my head back as I played with his hair.

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batfam423 · 10 years ago

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It's going to be okay - Cashby

Austin’s P.O.V.

Writing down a few more words, I sat back in satisfaction. I had finally finished my first song. I was planning on calling it ‘Second and Sebring’, after my mom’s death, which occurred about a year ago.

I hear the door bell ring multiple times and a bunch of pounding.

"Must’ve zoned out." I mumbled, setting the pen down and running down the stairs. I hopped to the front door, the knocking still continuing. I pulled open the door to see Alan.

"Alan?" He had tears streaming down his face and his chest was heaving.

He attacked me, both of us landing on the floor. He held onto me for dear life, gripping my shirt in his hands, and putting his head on my chest.

"Alan, what’s wrong?"

He mumbled a couple of words that I couldn’t understand, still breathing heavily. I sat up against the door, pulling Alan up with me, although I didn’t need to try. He wouldn’t have let go anyways. I set him in between my legs, his back facing my chest. I put my arms around his torso, pulling him closer to me.

I could feel him relax into me, calming down. I put my head on his shoulder, leaning my head on his.

"Alan…what’s wrong?"

Shakily, he whispered back, “M-my parents kic-icked me out….”

He let out a strained sob. He had obviously been crying for a while now. I lifted one arm and ran it slowly through his hair. I knew he loved that.

"Why?"

"I c-came out and and th-they…."

"Hey, shhhhh.. It’s going to be okay…"

"I started pan-panicking and then my breathing……breathing it I….. They let me stay one more night…..I haven’t slept in t-two days Austin… I was so afraid."

I bit my lip in concern. I hugged him tighter, lifting him off the ground.

"Let’s go get you something to drink, buddy. How about that?" I rubbed his back. He was in such a fragile state I didn’t even want to speak anything above a whisper.

He nodded and looked to the ground. He looked so tired.

'My poor baby' I thought.

I slid my hand in his, leading him over to the kitchen and setting him on a chair. I walked to the cabinet, grabbing a cup.

"Why haven’t you been sleeping Alan? You look exhausted." It was true, his eyes had huge purple bags under them, and his lids were half shut.

"I just….I haven’t been able to.. For about the past week. I just…it’s been terrible." He exclaimed.

"Why didn’t you call me?" I looked back at him, seeing him slump back in his chair.

"I didn’t want to bother you…." He whispered, barely audible.

I looked at him with sad eyes. Did he really think he was a bother? I filled the cup with water and walked to another cabinet in silence. I grabbed two sleeping pills, crushed them, and poured the powder in his drink. He really needed some sleep, and I didn’t want to watch him suffer anymore.

"You’re never a bother. You know that." I brought the cup to the table and set it in front of him.

He looked down in shame.

"It’s okay. Are you thirsty?" I asked.

He nodded and grabbed the cup of water, downing it in less than a minute. I chucked quietly, clutching his hand, and leading him to my room. I walked him to the bed. He went under the covers, snuggling into them. I walked over to my radio, playing some quiet music. Alan always slept with music in the backround.

I went to the other side of the bed and got in beside him, cuddling him.

"Its going to be okay….. Alan…. I love you."

"I love you too…." He mumbled back before slipping into unconsciousness.

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bandimaginesbitchez · 10 years ago

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Alan Ashby smut

Hello everybody! Sorry I haven't posted in a while:/ This was written by my friend placid-ash-sea if you want to go follow her[: remember to send me requests whenever! ___________________________________ Description: You and Alan have a 5 year old daughter named Azalea and you and Alan try and have sex while shes home and she walks in on you guys. Warning: smut and fluff ___________________________________ "Mommmmyyy, where is daddyyy?" Azalea whines as you prepare dinner. "He went to go get some cheese so mommy can finish dinner, sweety." You said sweetly. She grumbled and walked off into the living room to watch TV again. About 15 minutes later you hear a car horn go off and Azalea shout "DADDY!" Alan walked into the kitchen from the garage with Az flying at him with her arms open. Alan picks her up and kisses her on the cheek and walks over to me and says "heres the cheese, babe" and smiles at you. "Daddy can we go to the pawk!!!" Az asks loudly. "Its late and mommys almost done with dinner, I'll take you tomorrow after lunch. Sorry Lea." Alan cuddles her in his arms while she pouts. "How about you go set the table Az?" You ask cheerfully. She agrees excitedly and sets the table. While you finish off the food Alan comes behind you and wraps his arms around you and whispers "I have a surprise for you." "What is it?" You ask. Your breathing hitched as he starts trailing his hands lower and lower down your stomach. "Alan stop.." Your growl lowly. "Stop what?" He smiles at you and kisses your cheek and takes the food to the table. 'Little shit..' You think as he walks away. -Near the end of dinner- "And he made me a valewentine!" Az says excitedly. "WHO?!" Alan slams his hand on the table and you and Az giggle. "Deryck! And he wanted me to ask if I can come over to visit him and Uncle Awstin!" She says. "Lea, boys are disgusting. I mean look at me!" Alan gestures to himself. "You don't want to talk, touch, play, or even associate with a boy." He says slightly sarcastically. "But daddddddddddyyy-" "You can go Lea, don't listen to daddy" you giggle at Alan glaring at you. Az shouts "Yaaaaay!!!" And sticks her tounge out at Alan standing on her chair at this point making a "plllllhhh" sound with her tounge. "This dinner is officially over." Alan announces dramatically. After you clean everything up and Alan put Lea to bed, you went in your room to get changed. You heard the door close as you slipped your top off. Alan comes up behind you once again and says "So i guess were all gonna be anti-daddy tonight." He chuckles. You laugh and slip one of his t-shirts on and slip your pants off leaving you in underwear. You straddle his lap on the bed. "Well daddy is funny when he acts dramatic." You say. "But holy shit y/n what if they grow up and wanna date!" "Well... Theyre gonna date?" "NO Y/N NO NO NO! Youre missing the point!!!! Its AUSTINS child!" Alan says laughing. "Al, Austin isn't THAT bad. He's a gentleman and atleast if Deryck would fuck up Austin would let you beat his ass!" You laugh. Alan huffs and strips to his boxers and lays down. "HEY!" You yell at Alan. "Whaaaat y/n" "you've gotta finish what you started." You say and you Lay on top of him and kiss him. Alan holds your arms and slowly pushes you two up not breaking the kiss. He pulls your shirt off and starts kissing and biting your neck. When he finds your sweet spot you mumble his name and he works it for a minute or two before you push him off and do a repeat on him."Fuck were done teasing" he says as he pulls his boxers off. You lay back on the bed as he hoovers you and skips down to your thighs and places a kiss on each one as he pulls your underwear down. Your breathing becomes erratic as he kisses your wet core. "Fuck Alan..." You look down at him and he looks up at you ask he licks along your slit and sticks his tongue in your tunnel. You start moaning loudly and Alan reaches up and covers your mouth and works on you even harder while you moan even louder into his hand. Right as you were about to reach your peak he pulls away and stands up. "On your fucking knees" you smirk and take your time getting down there and he gets really impatient and forces you down. You take his hard meat by the shaft and spit on it a few times before you take him in the mouth. After bobbing your head awhile he groans he reaches his peak and you pull away just as he did. He lifted you up on the bed and lined him self up and kisses you and mumbled an "I love you" before mercilessly slamming into you "GODDMAN FUCK ALAN SHIT." He also let out a groan occasionally as he pounded into you. Then he flipped you on your front and got on the bed and started pounding into you again. And just as he was about to slap your ass- "DADDY NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Az comes running up and hitting him as you both try covering yourselves up. "WHY WERE YOU HURTING MOMMY?!??" Az says slapping his arms as hard as her little arms could. Alan grabs her arms and holds her back. "Azalea Marie Ashby. Please stop." Alan says calmly. You put your underwear and t-shirt on as fast as you could and picked her up taking her to her room so you could give Alan time to put some clothes on. You set Az in bed as she was crying into your side. "Azzy, its okay. Daddy didn't hurt mommy." You said soothingly while rubbing her back. "Then what were you doing?" She looks up to you and wipes her eyes. You blush at Az's question. "Mommy and me were playing an adult game that you will learn about when you're older." Alan, dressed, pipes in walking in the room.Azalea looks at him unsurely and Alan offers her a hug. She looks skeptic but finally hugs him and says "I'm sorry I hit you daddy." She whipers. "Its okay sweety, I love you, but now its bed time. So go to sleep. He tucks her in and kisses her fore head and stands in the door way. "Goodnight sweetheart, love you." You kiss her head. "Goodnight mommy, I love you too." You and alan walk back to your room and bust out laughing. "Never again! Next time were just taking her to Austins!" Alan laughs. "Oooohhh so she can be with Deryck?" You wink at him suggestively. "Shut up." He says and glares at you as he drapes an arm over you. "Goodnight Alan, I love you." "Night, love you too baby."

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