…

He’s tired of being glittering. He’s bored with being soft. The next option is obviously becoming cold as ice, hard as diamond. Biting and sharp.

His plans become cleaner, less convoluted. Get in, commit several felonies, get out. Crisp. Pure.

They ask if it’s silver, or maybe diamond itself. He tells them to stop being silly.

It’s White Gold.

Second in the AU Boy aesthetic series. Inspired by a post from @xkatelyn13x

the Board of Wisedom

love is in the air

and... bonus !

Moon-Jo from Strangers From Hell (2019)

Muke & Cashton Autumn version🍁🍁🍁 @5sos @ashtonirwinofficial5sos

Chanyeol: Okay, guys, how do I ask Baekhyun out?

Jongin: Roses are red, violets are blue. Guess what, my bed has room for two.

Chanyeol: OH MY GOD!

Minseok: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in my car.

Chanyeol: STOP IT!

Luhan: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream.

Chanyeol: GUYS!

Cashton Fics

Okay, we all know that it is very hard to find quality Cashton fan fictions (one shots or long books) , so here are my faves and recommendations: 

Long Books: 

I usually don’t read long books but here are my faves: 

Owned : This one is a BDSM kind of story but it involves more fluff than smut, it is well written and also very entertaining to read and I, myself have read it twice.

Paper Planes : SO POWERFUL AND JUST READ IT, IT’S ALSO INSPIRED BY A DISNEY MOVIE JUST READ THIS.

the killer order : Intense, just wow. Very triggering and sexual but I love it, read this if you are not sensitive.

President’s Son : Plot twist, not sure if you are ready for this. 

SKYPE :  I love stories like this, mainly texting and stuff. One of my faves. 

Bus Stop : One sentence story, LOVE, THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL YOU NEED TO READ THIS. 

We Are Gold, You Are Fire: A BOOK ABOUT CASHTON’S ADVENTURES THIS IS MY SHIT, ALSO SMUT, GOOD SMUT. JUST READ IT DAMN.

One Shots: 

Ghostbusters :  This is probably my favorite thing in the world, this is the best thing in the world. I’m so shook about this, I wanna thank the person who wrote this. 

Sodales : I honestly love soulmate stuff and I love this ass well, THIS INVOLVES MUKE SO

i wanna sleep next to you (all i wanna do) : Based on Troye Sivan’s Blue Neighbourhood, fuck yes. MIGHT BE TRIGGERING BUT STILL CUTE. 

photo :  Smut, interesting, very indeed. 

i could be your one desire : Bottom!Ashton but it’s good to try new things so why not.

the way I’ve been lovin’ you : This is so good, cute, funny and sexual at the same time, I love this.

ryan giving a virtual kiss on top of gavin’s head in the new 7 Days to Die was the best thing to come out of achievement hunter.

Fool’s Gold

I have this image of Joel Heyman, one of the most widely recognized founders of the notorious RT Crew,  meeting lil Gavin Free for the first time.

Like, imagine, Gavin was over in the US for a bit, helping Gus with some hacking and following Burnie and Geoff around like a lost puppy, and Joel stumbles upon him.

Maybe Joel was away, overseas maybe, talking to some fences about the Monet paintings stashed in the warehouse (and maybe looking into a gold heist on the side) and he finally comes home, to find a kid (a literal kid, Jesus Christ Burnie) lounging around the penthouse.

Joel knows about Gavin, there’s no way he couldn’t with how often Burnie and Geoff, and even Gus, praised the “dumbass little genius,” but he had never seen his face before.

Gavin notices him, and nearly breaks his laptop in his haste to stand up. Joel stares at him for a moment before gesturing him to follow. Gavin scrambles after him.

“So…” Joel drawls as he leads the other through the maze-like halls of the penthouse. “What’s your schtick, kid.”

“Hacker,” Gavin states instantly. “Burnie brought me to—“

Joel waved that away. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I meant what else.”

Gavin shot him a look of confusion. Joel groaned obnoxiously.

“Y’knoooow, what else did he bring you for? There’s no way he brought you here just to hack, I mean, we already have Gus, and Jason, and Burnie’s no slouch in the technical division himself. So, why’d he bring you all the way here?” Joel stops in the hallway, Gavin nearly slamming into his back. Joel turns and stares intently at the younger man. “What did he see in you?”

Gavin looks mildly affronted, and Joel wonders if he should backtrack when Gavin speaks again.

“I ran a crew, back in England. It was small, pretty damn small for all that we accomplished, but it worked. I spent most of my time hacking, or planning, but I was a frontman too.” Here, he hesitates, averting his eyes, before he looks back at Joel.

“Geoff has some plans…and he’s teaching me to be a frontman. New identity and everything.”

Joel scrutinizes him for a second before he continues walking.

“Have you thought of one yet? An identity?”

Gavin shrugs sheepishly. “All the ones I’ve come up with are rubbish. I think Geoff’s beginning to think I’m a lost cause.”

Joel hums before stopping abruptly in front of a door. He digs the key out of his pocket and unlocks it, gesturing Gavin in.

“Uh…Joel?” Gavin asks while Joel rummages through his drawers. “What exactly am I doing here?”

Joel ignores him, muttering to himself. He finally finds what he’s looking for and exclaims, slamming the drawer closed. He holds up something to Gavin’s face.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Uh yeah, gold?” Gavin reaches for it, but Joel snatches it away.

“Nope,” Joel says, popping the ‘p.’ “This, kid, is pyrite. Also known as ‘Fool’s Gold.’ To the untrained eye, it looks identical to gold, but its not. Just sulfur and iron fused together.”

“Okay—?”

“Hey!” Joel snaps, glaring. “I’m giving you a lesson here, shut the fuck up.”

Gavin puts his hands up in surrender, and Joel huffs once before continuing.

“This, this is your identity. The point of the frontman is to be the face of the crew, while also gaining information. You have to make it easy for people to trust you, while also fearing you. You pick a role and that’s the role everyone will know you as. Does that make sense?”

Gavin nods.

“You have to be like Fool’s Gold. You have to look shiny and expensive. You’re forcing people to look at the crew like a precious metal, you understand? But you have to be more than that. Fool’s Gold has edges, like a crystal, and it’s stronger than regular gold. It may not be actual gold, and you—“ he pokes Gavin in the chest “—may be playing a role, hiding behind smoke and mirrors, but you can’t ever let anyone else know that. The crew depends on no one ever finding out. That’s the point of a frontman.”

Gavin looks at him, equal parts awed and overwhelmed.

“I—“ Gavin clears his throat. “I think I understand. Thank—”

Joel waves away the appreciation, tossing the piece of pyrite to the other.

“Get outta here, I’m exhausted. Who just got off a long ass flight? This guy! All you fuckers don’t even know what it feels like to be Joel. And where’s my appreciation? ‘Oh Joel can you do this, can you do that?’ No! Everyone can just go fuck themselves!” Joel ends his tirade, smiling a little when Gavin laughs.

“Get outta here, kid.“

“See you, J-Roll.”

A few months later, Joel hears about Geoff’s crew out in Los Santos, wrecking havoc all along the shore. He hears about his second-in-command, his brawlers, his sniper, and his mercenary. But, mainly, he hears about Ramsey’s Golden Boy, and Joel can’t help but laugh.

Poems from a poem book I'll never finish.

How do you find the audacity to cry?!

How did you ever not love this innocent boy who gave all of his love and trust to you?!

How do you leave this pure innocent soul in this cold lightless world?!

How do you feel guilt when you never felt love?!

When you left him to be with others behind his back?!

When you could have been home together in your bed?!

Treasuring the boy who loves you. The boy who cleans up after your mess. The boy who makes sure that you are fed.

That you're happy.

Even if he is not.

How-how did you ever fall out of love with him?

When all he talked about was you?

When the only thing that mattered anymore was you?

Painted masterpieces in an ode to you. Intricate love letters, intertwined in the flowers that he had drawn to you.

When I had to watch a treasured, precious friend, crumble to his own demise and didn't have any power to stop it?

Couldn't stop him from looking at your photos at night.

Stop him from falling asleep on the sofa after trying to wait for you.

Again.

Even though he knew that you would not be coming home tonight.

Again.

And watch you only be there for the end of it?

The Grand finale. Ladies and gentlemen.

Prepare yourselves to be amazed.

You are about to watch the best disappearing act of the century. Are you ready? Look. Look closer. It's happening right before your eyes.

How do you have the audacity to cry at his funeral?

When just a couple days ago you did not even know that he would have one?

- E.H.R.