#Anyways. It is my babygirl too. All of the AIs are my babygirl.

[velichorus-k]

when the prequel season FUTURE episodes

[stormblessed95]

Hello,

I hope you have recovered fully or are recovering well.

I only wanted to say this because I am an over thinker and someone needs to tell me to shut up. I don't have any Jikook fans in real life so these are the places I vent.

I think I am either the majority or.the minority depending on which space we are in that thinks and feels that Jikook are distant and have been for a while. I don't think like only because of the car scene. Even when they are taking photos, they aren't doing it like they used to do before. Before if one of them was taking a photo of the two, generally they would be attached at the hips and in each other's face. I didnt notice them doing that in the first two episodes but I also just saw a small clip from Sapporo and they are also taking a pic but they are but distant from each other. I know it might be some miniscule to you but these are few of the instances where I felt that their relationship was beyond friendship.

I know I am over thinking it but I don't know, I don't feel as good about it I suppose. What happened to the Jikook that would literally smooshed their faces together for a photo? What happened to Jikook that were always seen hanging out prior to the hiatus. I heard about them hanging out all the time.

Yes they were busy and I get that. Jimin specially seems to have been super duper busy but he seems to have built a deeper relationship with the Hyung like but kep.a distance from the Maknae line so I am a bit confused I suppose. Out of all the BTS members, I always assumed Jikook were it and nothing would come in between so I am surprised to see work coming in between them?

I still feel like shiiitttt lol but I had to start work today anyway. Thanks for checking in though 💜

Listen, I'm not here to tell you what to think or tell you what your opinion should be. Think whatever you want. I'm sorry to say, but I'm not ever going to be the one to talk you into shipping Jikook. You think they aren't together, that's totally good by me! I hope you still love and support them as BTS, and I hope you have a wonderful day and enjoy any part of the fandom you continue to participate in, including mine if you stick around anyway on my blog.

I'm just here to present facts and let you draw your own conclusions based off that. And sometimes share my opinions about them, but only with the caveat that no one steals MY opinion and must create their own 😉

So for the facts, babygirl (I use as a gender neutral terms), for as many selcas as Jikook took like this:

They took JUST as many like this, which are (edging into opinion territory just a bit here) just the same as the glimpses we've gotten of selcas taken from AYS

Close together for the selfie, but not smushed as close as they could possibly get without just going ahead and crawling inside each other. Just a normal cutesy photo

More facts! As for hanging out prior to the hiatus (where I guess now it's assumed they never saw each other not even once, which is opinion and assumption, not fact), I have a post already done about all the times Jikook were spotted hanging out outside of work (because BTS time is work).

Hint: it's less often than you think

Double hint: they were still glued at the hip, we just know they were because they say and act like they were, not because we got to see or hear about it

Triple hint: it's probably exactly the same now except we know that currently, at this moment, they choose to continue to be glued at the hip for the next 18 months at minimum

I have other posts about their dates too, but this is the one that covers the topic I mentioned above best I think

Work came between them? Is that what they said or is that what you took their words to mean based on your biases and previous assumptions?

Anywho! Thanks again for checking in on me love.

Just a bit of unsolicited advice that you are free to disregard. I think whatever you decide about how you feel about Jikook, you should consider taking an emotional step back from them, just a smidge. Nothing that is only supposed to bring you joy, BTS or any other hobby, should get you feeling so far in your head feeling so conflicted. Good luck, sending you purple hearts! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[freeuselandonorris]

↻ FLIP FLOP dealer’s choice on specific scene whether it’s the unseen solo listening or their first time trying it together, but lando POV for taking off our clothes in the window for the neighbours pleaaaase 😌

YEAAAAH i'm so glad i finally got the chance to write this because i really wanted to put it into the original fic somehow but it would have just been lando telling max about it and it wouldn't have hit the same.

cw for erotic hypnosis

He actually felt a bit nervous before he pressed play, which was fucking dumb, probably. It was just words. 

The website was pink, all the headings done in a cutesy bubble font. Lando made a mental note to clear it out of his history after he was done. Embarrassing, having all this shit in there. 

The files were listed in a particular order, under the heading Training Plan. There were pink bow and flower emojis either side of it. 20 days, the intro promised, to turn you into a brainless babygirl fuckdoll. The words caught in Lando’s brain and echoed, pleasingly. 

Well, fuck it. Whole thing was probably some elaborate fantasy scam for middle aged men to wank to, but nobody was asking him to put his card details in and it was all nonsense, really – so. He’d listen to a couple, try and remember the cringe bits to report back to Max, and probably forget the whole thing.

They’d talked a lot on Reddit about a uniform, something to wear while you listened. Sexy dresses, women’s knickers, mad shit like that. There was probably some of Luisa’s old stuff hidden away in a drawer somewhere, but like fuck he was gonna try and find it. In the end, he’d settled for a pale pink hoodie he’d had for a while, the same shade as strawberry protein milk. Topped it with a bracelet, little beads somehow woven into the shapes of flowers, white with yellow centres. Obviously it was lame that he was even doing this, considering all he was doing was listening to the files to report back to Max, but he put them on anyway, obeying some impulse he chose not to investigate.

The file, when he started it, was almost an anticlimax. A low hum like the meditation videos Jon sometimes sent to him, rising and falling like a mildly annoying wave. A woman’s voice – not even a real one, clearly AI. Telling him to focus on his breathing, on relaxing. 

“The fuck,” Lando muttered, and tried not to think about why he was disappointed. It was a low-rent meditation track. 

Let the tension drain from your body. Focus on the pleasant feelings.

He’d finish the first one, he told himself. Just for curiosity’s sake. Nothing wrong with a bit of guided meditation. And actually, it was nice to just relax. Breathe from his belly, let the tension out of his shoulders.

Now, I’m going to say a phrase, and that phrase will bring you back to this place where you’re free of worry, free of desire, free of thought. Just happy and relaxed here in your bubble.

The first flicker of excited sparked through Lando’s stomach, disturbing the slow smooth motion of his breaths.

That phrase is Babygirl.

He breathed through it. The pink hoodie felt soft against him. He hadn’t bothered with a t-shirt underneath, and the brushed fleece backing felt good against his nipples. 

Whenever you hear the phrase, you can come back to this place. Happily listening to my voice, and obeying. It feels good to obey. You don’t have to think. You just listen and accept, like a good babygirl.

He must have been breathing deeply, because his fingers and toes were tingling, oddly weightless like he’d become disconnected from his body. 

Babygirl. Babygirl. Babygirl.

Dizzy, but in a good way. He breathed through parted lips and felt the air rush over them where he’d licked them, and that felt good too.

The only thing in your brain is your desire to listen and obey. 

Everything was soft, and good, and there were vast blank expanses in Lando’s mind that had never been there before, the peace of shutting the door on a screaming crowd.

Obey and feel the pleasure of listening. The pleasure that comes from having no thoughts. The pleasure that comes from having no free will.

It was like being turned on, but without the manic pressure to do something about it. He wasn’t even hard, exactly, just fattening up a bit. Couldn’t bring himself to move and do anything about it anyway. 

And you can’t ever conceive of having wanted to do anything else but listen to my voice and hear your trigger phrase, so you can experience this pleasure again.

 He thought maybe he was moaning, but it didn’t matter.

Babygirl.

The file ended, the silence of the room filtering through his headphones. 

Lando opened his eyes. He felt mildly drunk, shaking the feeling back into his fingers. Unlocked his phone. Even the swipe of his thumb against the smooth, cool glass felt good. 

He scrolled to the next track. Clicked play. Closed his eyes.

[ultfreakme]

So agree with you about choso...🤣😁

Also, there are memes that said : Yuji is born to be in shoujo but forced to shounen. Gojo & Getou are born to be in shounen ai but forced to shounen....Thoughts?

That meme post has the same vibes as those 2010s anime compilations posts that are like "they stood by me when no one else did" and it's a collage of all the main shonen MCs in a square box. This tangent means absolutely nothing I agree SatoSugu should've been in a shonen ai series like they I just know that is how Gojo pictures his 3 years with him anyways. The sparkles, the cherry blossoms, the soft sweet kisses.

Yuuji, might I be so bold to say, he should be in a shonen ai too. Although, I think he'd best fit in a sports anime, or something about firefighting ( a workplace comedy kinda deal).

Life would be so much better if these characters were there huh?

Also is it my Choso post about him being babygirl or the one about him being best dad material?

[hungry-skeleton]

Hi I heard you want hyper specific questions about your current interests, tell me about a character you could go on about for paragraphs in Red vs. Blue (I think that's what you said you were into now?????) whether it be canon information or all headcanon ideas you've come up with, spill them out

YAHOOOOO!!!! Thank you!!

Well my favorite character is Doc!!! Specifically him and O'Malley together (O'Malley used to be an AI in his head but later on split into a real alter) I love love their dynamic soooo much. Sensitive kindhearted vegan nerd and a literal cartoon villain. They were so fun as the original "antagonists" of the series. It's a shame they always disappear for such long periods of time, but that's kind of a running joke with Doc in that he'll go missing for ages and no one notices.

It's really a shame that they TRIED to give Doc more depth in season 16 but like everything else in that season it was half assed and kind of bad. They just kinda dropped the fact that his brother died when he was young and then never brought it up again. God I hate 16-18 so much. I'm not gonna put this in the main tag so I won't get into a fight about it but I am GLAD 15-18 are getting retconned they suck. Not 15 though I'm not mad at it, it brought us Temple and Jax 💚 and the fucked up corpse room.

Anyways, I don't think Doc really needs a backstory, he could definitely use an arc of his own though (not whatever that character writing nightmare was in 16-17) he and O'Malley started working a lot better together near the end of 13 and I hope we get to see more of that. I want them to be on more even terms, even if by their own character they could never morally get along. Plus yknow, I'm obsessed with their banter.

Even if D&O are my favourite characters I don't normally talk/post about them since my second favorite character, Sarge, is like.. Way easier to make jokes about. I love him dearly too, but my babygirls come first. I am planning on drawing Doc soon though!! The purple boy will come...

Thank you so much for this ask the RvB brainrot is so fucking real rn

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Forgotten

Reader x Dad!Tony Stark

Reader x Avengers

Warnings: idk, sad?? Then fluff

Alright well this probably sucks, but here goes: it’s Y/N’s sweet 16 and almost no one remembers, that’s about it as far as the plot goes.

F/B = favorite band, F/F = favorite fandom, F/C = favorite color, Y/B/D = your birth date

Y/N was on cloud 9. She hadn’t known it was possible to feel this great so early in the morning, but it was. It was her birthday, her second favorite day of the year, (Christmas came first) and she couldn’t be more excited.

She had already received several presents this morning, courtesy of Peter, who had delivered presents from several of her friends in his neighborhood while he was patrolling.

Thus far she had received the most adorable stuffed bear she had ever seen from Ned, (and of course the bear was dressed in a little Star Wars t-shirt, because, Ned) MJ had gotten her a book she’d been wanting, and texted her to remind her she was even closer to dying (MJ had a weird view on birthdays), and Peter himself had gotten her a collection of t-shirts: one from F/B, one from F/F, and—Peter has found this one rather amusing—a Spider-Man t-shirt. He made her promise to flaunt it in front of her father, too, saying maybe if she did that he’d get jealous and buy her an Iron Man t-shirt, so it was a win-win all around.

Y/N couldn’t wait to find out what her father had planned for her. Being the daughter of Tony Stark meant that birthdays would be filled with way too many presents and the biggest party of the year. Part of her—ok, most of her—wished that her birthdays could be a bit more simple, but she loved watching how happy her father was when he got to spoil her, and she loved that every year on her birthday he made sure to spend the entire day with her, no matter what.

Y/N quickly got dressed in one of her favorite outfits, jean shorts and a F/F t-shirt (her other favorite was a F/C dress, but she didn’t feel like getting too dressed up today, she wanted to be comfortable), and practically skipped over to the elevator. She knew the first event on the birthday schedule would be pancakes, compliments of her father, which was very special. Tony Stark never, ever cooked, except that one day a year when he rolled up his sleeves and made birthday breakfast pancakes. They were always oddly shaped, with weird lumps in them, but Y/N loved the tradition anyway.

Y/N was confused when she arrived in the kitchen and saw it completely vacant. Wasn’t her dad awake yet? He always got up a little earlier on her birthday to make sure they had plenty of time together, so where was he?

Barely had the thought crossed her mind when she heard her father’s voice in the living room

“...are you sure? Alright, I’ll call you back later then.”

Y/N rushed to the living room just as Tony Stark got off the phone.

“Hey babygirl,” he greeted and kissed her forehead “you’re up early. What are your plans for today.”

Y/N felt her heart drop like a stone. He...he didn’t remember?

She struggled to keep her voice steady as she replied.

“Not-not much, you?” Maybe he was just messing with her, just joking as usual. He wouldn’t forget.

“I have a meeting in Paris with some execs at Stark Industries, really boring stuff but Pep says I have to go. I’ll be back tomorrow night though.”

Y/N fought hard against the tears that had begun to gather behind her eyes. He really had forgotten, and he would be gone all day.

She probably should remind him, that would fix everything, he’d drop absolutely everything and apologize a million times and the day would go back to normal. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

She didn’t know why, but she felt too embarrassed to bring the subject up. She hated being the center of attention, and she hated making her father feel bad, and reminding him that he had forgotten his daughter’s sixteenth birthday would make both of those things happen. Besides, she didn’t want him to drop all of his important business just for her. It was just a stupid day.

Before she could stop it, a tear slipped down her cheek and dripped off her chin. Her father hadn’t seen it, however, because he had turned and stepped into the elevator. He had his important meeting to get to after all.

With one last smile and wave, Tony Stark disappeared.

A few more tears slid down Y/N’s face, but she quickly wiped them away when she heard approaching footsteps.

“Morning kiddo,” Bruce greeted with a grin. “Where’s your dad?”

“He—um...he went out,” she muttered. “He’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Bruce nodded and walked into the kitchen, and Y/N felt her heart sink even further. Bruce had forgotten too.

She didn’t want to mope, not on her birthday, but she was also pretty bad at cheering herself up. She’d just need some help.

She saw her first opportunity when Steve walked sleepily into the living room. Steve was both the best cuddler and the best tickler on the team, the perfect way to cheer her up. But if she wanted to be tickled she’d have to annoy him a bit, that always got him to tickle her.

“Hey Stevie,” she greeted with a grin, stepping up onto the couch and using it as a stepping stool to jump onto his back. He grunted at the impact, and turned his head to glare at her.

“Y/N, go annoy someone else, I’m not in the mood,” he snapped, and she pushed back the hurt at learning that yet another teammate had forgotten her birthday.

“Ignore Captain Mcgrumpypants, he got back from a mission at four a.m,” Clint announced as he walked into the room. Had no one remembered her birthday?

“Stevie I’m bored,” Y/N whined, jumping off his back and poking him in the chest.

He moved away from her, scowling. “Then go find someone else to bug.”

“But you’re the most fun to bug!” She insisted, poking him again.

He shoved her hand away. “Y/N, I swear, touch me one more time and I-“

Y/N grinned, mistaking his grumpy tone for the usual joking threat. She was so close to getting tickled. She poked him yet again, hard in the center of his chest.

Steve shoved her back harshly, and it was then she realized that he hadn’t been kidding around, he really was angry with her.

“Y/N, I mean it! Grow the heck up and leave me ALONE!” He was standing in front of her now, using his height as an advantage to tower over her. She had never felt quite this small before.

“Steve I just-“

“I’ve had ENOUGH of your childish antics, you’re too old to be running around and acting like a two-year old, now stop it!”

Y/N couldn’t hold back the whimper that bubbled up in her throat as tears streamed down her face.

Upon seeing her reaction, the anger almost immediately faded from Steve’s eyes, but it was too late.

“Y/N-“ he began, but she had already disappeared up the stairs.

“Oh nice going Steve,” Clint scoffed.

...

Y/N threw herself down on her bed and began to cry into her pillow, hugging it tightly. She hadn’t meant to upset Steve, she just wanted to have a little fun.

She didn’t understand. Why didn’t anyone remember her birthday? Why had Steve gotten so mad at her? What had she done wrong to make today go so horribly?

One thing was for sure. This was the worst birthday ever.

...

“JARVIS, what time is it?” Tony Stark asked as he went over his notes for the upcoming meeting.

“It is 3:27, Saturday, Y/B/D, sir,” the AI responded.

Tony froze. Had he heard that right?

“You...you said it was Y/B/D?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark.”

Tony moaned. It was Y/N’s birthday! How had he not known?!

“Clint spilled coffee all over your calendar three weeks ago, that’s how,” Tony muttered to himself. He hadn’t looked at the date in forever, and he’d forgotten to set a reminder on his phone.

Tony groaned. That was such a lame excuse. He shouldn’t always need a reminder or a calendar to remember his kid’s birthday. He should’ve kept track!

“JARVIS, cancel my meeting and turn this bird around,” he demanded, doing calculations in his head. He had left at 9 a.m, meaning he should get home a little before 10. He would still be there for a little bit of his little girl’s birthday.

“JARVIS, call all of Y/N’s friends and-“

“Mr. Stark, I believe Y/N would be much happier if she was just able to spend time with you,” his AI responded.

Tony stopped. Maybe JARVIS was onto something.

...

“Hey, where’s the birthday girl?” Everyone in the living room froze when they heard Bucky’s question.

“The what?” Steve asked, but he already knew.

“Oh don’t tell me you guys forgot,” Bucky groaned. “It’s Y/N’s birthday! So where is she?”

All eyes slowly turned to Steve, and the guilt already torturing him doubled. Why has he been such a jerk to her?

“Upstairs in her room,” Steve muttered.

“Alright, I’ll go get-“

“No,” Steve interrupted. “I have to get her.”

...

Y/N had finally stopped the flood of tears when she heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Y/N?” Steve. Of course.

“Go away!” Her voice came out quiet and muffled because of the pillow still pressed against her face.

“I’m coming in,” he announced, and Y/N was surprised when the door opened. She lifted her head from the pillow.

“JARVIS!” She whined. “You were supposed to keep him out!”

“I’m sorry miss, but it seemed like it would be better if you listened to what Captain Rogers has to say.”

“Traitor,” she mumbled, dropping her head back onto her pillow.

“Hey,” Steve said gently, sitting down next to Y/N. She ignored him.

He sighed. He wasn’t that good with awkward silence.

Slowly, he began to sing happy birthday.

“Stop it,” she interrupted, her voice thick. He sighed

“Y/N I’m sorry.”

“Who told you it was my birthday?”

“Bucky. I’m sorry I forgot.”

Y/N sniffled. “It’s fine. You’re not the only one.”

Steve froze, realizing he hadn’t seen Tony all day. “Your dad too?”

“Yeah,” Steve could tell she had started to cry again. He pulled her gently away from her pillow and into his lap, and she cried softly against his chest.

“I’m sorry I annoyed you,” she whispered.

“Don’t apologize. I should never have yelled at you.”

“It’s ok.”

“Captain Rogers, you’re wanted downstairs,” JARVIS announced.

“I’ll be right back,” Steve promised, kissing her forehead.

Steve was surprised when he reached the bottom of the stairs and was greeted by none other than Tony Stark.

“How is she?” Tony asked.

“Sad. But she’ll get over it, especially if you get up there,” Steve assured.

“Great,” Tony started up the stairs, but Steve stopped him.

“Please, no huge parties. I don’t think she would want that right now.”

Tony merely grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it all worked out. Go to the living room and you’ll see,” and with that Tony disappeared up the stairs.

...

“JARVIS, please don’t let anyone else in,” Y/N muttered. She didn’t feel much like being happy anymore. The only thing that could make her feel better was-

“Babygirl open the door.”

Y/N froze. No way. He was back?!

“JARVIS let him in!”

“But miss you-“

“JARVIS!”

Instead of a response, the door clicked and Tony entered.

“Hey kiddo,” he said quietly.

“Dad,” she didn’t even care anymore that he forgot her birthday, she was just glad to see him.

“Commere babygirl,” Tony hugged her tightly, and she smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. Everyone else forgot too.”

“But I shouldn’t have. C’mon, let’s go downstairs,” Tony stood, pulling Y/N along.

“Dad, there’s not a big party down there is there?”

Tony laughed softly. “Just come down.”

...

Y/N grinned when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“You like it?” Tony asked.

“Are you kidding? This is great!” Y/N ran over to the huge table in the back of the living room, filled with about a dozen different kinds of ice cream and way too much candy. She turned and saw a pile of presents in the corner, and next to it a stack of dvds.

“Tonight we’re gonna open presents, eat ice cream, and binge watch every Star Wars movie,” Tony promised with a grin.

“Every one?” Steve whispered, and Nat elbowed him.

Y/N hugged Tony. “Thank you!”

He grinned. “You’re welcome baby girl.”

“But there’s one thing we have to do first,” she announced, wandering over to the couch.

“And what’s that?” Bucky questioned.

Y/N grinned and snatched up a pillow, swinging it hard at Bucky’s face, “pillow fight!”

Best. Birthday. Ever.

The End

[lashtoncurls]

Hungry Eyes(AI) pt3

Summary: Ashton is the new performing arts instructor at the country club Izzy and her family attend every year during summer. And the unexpected happens when they fall in love while he teaches her to play drums and dance.

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: curse words, smut

A/N: I enjoyed writing this part so much more than the rest. Third and last part(maybe) And slightly different picture because this is how I imagine he would look like, except with red hair. 

Izzy sat on the desk in Ashton’s room as she tapped the drum sticks while he strummed the chords on the guitar.

“So, Calum huh?” Ashton asked curiously, a mischievous smile on his lips.

“What about him?”

“I saw you two walking around the lake the other day.”

“Oh, is somebody jealous?” Izzy put the sticks on the desk and made her way the bed where Ashton sat, taking the guitar from his hands.

“Why would I be jealous?” Ashton pulled her in by the waist so she was straddling him, her legs on either side of him.

“There’s nothing there. My dad likes him, but him and Lily are after each other. He knows about us anyway.” Izzy wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her fingers through his hair, massaging lightly. His eyes closed as she continued moving her hands through his scalp, pulling lightly when she reached some longer parts. As her hands massaged and pulled, her lips began to place open mouthed kisses on his neck. Ashton groaned when he felt his jeans become tighter as Izzy ground her hips on his.

“Fuck, Iz stop.” He tried to push her off, but Izzy insisted in staying in her spot, her hips grinding harder as she kept kissing him.

“Don’t want to.” One hand moved from his hair to his waist as she snuck it under his shirt, feeling his warm skin. She’d seen him shirtless before, during the drumming lessons, but it wasn’t like now. He watched her move so she could pull the black t-shirt off of his body and bit her lip as she admired the man in front her.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, babygirl.” Ashton growled as her hands ran down his back and up his chest. Izzy raised an eyebrow as she pressed her lips against his and ground her hips more.

“Is that a challenge?” Ashton flipped them over so she was laying on the bed, her legs still wrapped around his waist. He pressed his lips to hers again as her legs pushed him harder against her trying to get some sort of friction. Their kiss soon ended with him between her legs and her moans echoing off the walls as he sucked and licked, her hands buried in his hair. His fingers held a steady pace as he brought her to her orgasm, her legs shaking as he kissed her.

“I want you.” She whispered against his lips as his hands caressed her sides.

“You have me.”

“I want you.” She blushed as a hand covered her face and she giggled lightly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m so sure.” Ashton looked at her before he nodded as he kissed her again while she unbuttoned his jeans and he helped her slide them down his legs. Her small hands wrapped around his dick, a small moan leaving his lips as he pulled them away and put the condom on. They shared kisses and light touches until as he thrust into her slowly, her nose scrunching at the slight sting she felt.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay? We can stop if you want.” Ashton whispered as he was fully inside of her.

“Keep going.” She shook her head and made him move. After a couple thrusts the pain turned into slight pleasure as he moved. Izzy’s moans reassured him that she was feeling good, but as much as he wanted to move faster, he wanted to make this as pleasurable and enjoyable for her.

“Iz, I can’t hold it anymore.” Ashton spoke as he bit on her neck lightly, careful not to leave any marks. She nodded and he thrust until he came inside her and his head buried in the crook of her neck again. They stayed in that position for a couple minutes, her hands wrapped around his shoulders as she realized what she had just done. There was no regret as Ashton looked up at her to be met with a smile as he kissed her lips slowly.

After the night they had spent, Izzy thought about telling her dad that her and Ashton had spent the whole summer together. Their time at the club was ending and in two weeks she would be going back to school in New York. But she knew that he would flip when he found out.

“I don’t understand how Joy and David still let Calum hang around that bunch of delinquents.” Izzy’s dad spoke as he watched in the music room one day they went to watch her and Lily during their dance lessons.

“Their not bad, daddy.” She whispered as her cheeks turned red.

“They had something to do with his broken hand and he still hangs around with them. I don’t understand.”

“Oh, Ashton had nothing to with it. None of them did.”

“How would you know?” Her dad questioned as they moved to the music, Ashton directing the couples at the front of the room.

“I-I just know.”

“That red haired boy, he’s the trouble maker. David said Calum’s been hanging around with him since last summer and look at his hair. I’m sure he influenced that too.” Izzy let go of her dad and walked away.

“Calum dyed his hair because he wanted, no one made him do it.”

“Alright, okay.” Her father put his hands up in defense as he watched her frown and cross her arms “Where were you last night by the way?”

“Huh? I-I was with Calum.” She almost shouted as her cheeks reddened again.

“Don’t lie to me, Lily was with him after dinner. Where were you?” His face showed nothing but anger as Ashton watched from the other side of the room.

“I-” Izzy ran out of the room before a scene was caused, but her father followed her and grabbed her arm as they reached the edge of the lake, Ashton running after them.

“Answer me young lady. Where were you?!”

“I-I was with Ashton.” He let go of her arm as he let out a laugh.

“Right, so I spend all this money for you to be doing something to keep you away from criminals and you end up sleeping with him?! I had no idea I was raising a slut.” Izzy gasped and at her dad's words and how he laughed at the end.

“Excuse me, Izzy isn’t a slut. She’s the most fucking wonderful girl I’ve ever met and she’s so much more than just a rich girl. She’s nothing like you and she’ll never be.” Ashton intervened, Izzy hiding behind him.

“I paid for you to teach her how to dance. Not to sleep with her! I should have you fired!” He directed towards Ashton and grabbed his shirt in fists.

“Fire me, go ahead I did nothing wrong. I love your daughter and I’ll never be sorry for anything.” Ashtons smile made her fear for him. Her father was a man of his word, and if he planned on firing him, he would go through with that.

“Listen here young man, I’m not taking my family with me now because I’ve paid for the rest of the month and it’d be a waste. But you stay away from her for the next two weeks or I will for sure have you fired.” He let go of his shirt and began walking away before he turned to look at Izzy hugging him.

“Isabel, come with me. Now.” She let go of Ashton and he kissed her cheek before she walked next to her father in complete silence.

“Dad-“

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“But, dad you have to listen to me! Ashton isn’t who you think he is. He’s so much more than a-“

“I said I don’t care!” Her father turned around and screamed at her before he sighed and looked up “You’re not who I thought you were.” With that he walked away and left her as the tears rolled down her cheeks and she broke in sobs. Her father wasn’t who she thought he was either. Izzy was anything but a slut, and her father knew nothing about her now that she was a grown adult.

After she calmed down, she made her way to the cabin and closed the door to her room before she buried herself under the blankets.

“Iz, are you okay?” Lily asked as he laid down next to her sister and hugged her. They talked about what happened and how Ashton was really worried about her.

“Please help me.” Izzy sat on the bed as Lily looked at her and nodded “I need to go to talk to Ashton tonight. If mom and dad walk in just tell them that I’m not up to talking, please.” Lily nodded again and they made their plan.

At midnight Izzy snuck out through the window in her room and Lily did as they had planned when her father went in to check on them. Ashton and Izzy talked that night and he comforted her, reassuring her that he truly did care for her; and he thanked her for defending him like she had.

“No one has ever done that for me.” He whispered in her ear and held her close before he attached his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. That night they made love until she had to return to her room.

——

Two weeks passed faster than they wanted them to, but it was now two days before Izzy and Ashton had to head back home. They had been sneaking around her parents with Calum and Lily’s help, but now as the final show of the season was coming up Calum had tried to convince her dad to let her play.

“Mr. Sanders, please let her play. Without me the band is nothing. My hand is better but I can’t go through more than 5 minutes without pain yet.”

“Calum, I’ve already told you no. Isabel knows she’s to stay away from that boy.” Her father ignored his request as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Daddy, please let her play.” Lily intervened as she took Calum’s hand in hers “They have someone important coming to see them today and it would really really help them if Iz played with them.” Their father looked at both of them as Izzy sat in front of them without speaking, her eyes locked on the rain falling outside.

“Fine, she can play.” Izzy smiled and winked at Calum and Lily before they walked away and she got up to give the good news to Ashton.

They set up the stage before dinner, and she was nervous because her father had not seen her play at all. In two weeks of sneaking around him, she had been wary of what she said around him. Calum and Lily were fairly close, and her father beat himself up for not putting the pieces together sooner.

Dinner time came around and when the lights dimmed and they took their places, her father wanted to pull her out from the drum set in front of her. She wore a short black top and ripped black jeans that exposed her midriff, but the smile in her face gave away that this was really one thing she loved to do.

“Hi, I hope you’re all having a good night. Thank you all for another great summer. I hope you enjoy the last set of the summer.” Luke spoke into the microphone and they began playing. Lily and claim watched her father realize that Izzy was amazing at playing the drums. She put all her passion into it like Ashton had taught her.

“You did so good baby!” Ashton pulled her in for a hug before he pushed her sweaty curls from her face and kissed her forehead.

“You did too.” She smiled and kissed his cheek as she stood up on the tips of her toes.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He whispered as they sat on the bench outside of the dinner hall.

“Me too.”

“Tomorrow is your last day here.” Ashton took her hands in his and played with her fingers as he sighed.

“You act like New York is on the other side of the world or something.” Izzy giggled and looked up at Ashton, admiring the way his hazel eyes shine bright in the setting sun.

“I know it’s not, but I don’t know if I’m staying in Jersey or going back to New York. I don’t know that I could live the life you do.” He shyly admitted with a sigh “And I don’t know where the band is going. Michael and Luke are moving to California and who knows where that will take us.”

“I’m not asking you to move with me, Ash. I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much. And wherever life takes us, I’ll always be here for you.”

“Oh, baby.” Ashton pulled Izzy in for a kiss as his hands cupped her cheeks, her face leaning into the touch as he pulled away and looked at her right in the eyes “I love you, a lot more than I’ve loved someone before.” She wrapped her arms around his torso as he wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her into a hug and kissing the top of her head. They talked some more as the sun fully set, their hearts filled with love for each other. When they made their way back to her cabin, her father approached them and stopped them.

“Look, I know what I said before was harsh, but I see Isabel has learned a lot from you teaching her music and dancing. And I see you make her happy. That’s all that matters.” He patted Ashton on the shoulder and walked away, leaving them both with beaming smiles on their faces. They shared a kiss and stood in front of her cabin, not thinking about anything but the love they shared for each other.

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