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You Deserve the World

Originally written by @avanatural; credit to her for the idea and inspiring me as well.

Summary: Daryl's been insecure about his age starting to show, and is worried he'll lose you. You show him every way he won't.

warnings: comfort, (a lil angst), fluff, implied smut.

wc: 3.4k

Daryl's back ached as he slid the crossbow from his back and dropped it onto a wooden side table, clattering loudly, his vest the next thing pulled off his body, leaving it on the chair beside his bow. Unbuttoning his shirt, the cotton tightened around his biceps, until he finally ripped it from his torso and left the shirt on the ground behind him.

Now freed from the confines of his tight clothing, his arms stretched out, muscles flexing in the process. Daryl glanced around the room per usual, until his eyes came across the mirror in the corner of your room. Slowly, he sauntered towards it, pushing his shoulders down as he approached.

The archer studied himself intently. All of his features remained as they were - same cerulean eyes, distinctive birthmarks, scar crossing over his left eyebrow and part of his cheek, and his rounded nose. Daryl couldn't help the fact of time passing, and he definitely couldn't help the fact that aging was catching up with him. A few new lines on his face became more prominent, and the bags under his eyes from minimal sleep only bore into him further.

He tried to force a smile, but stopped before the realization of wrinkles and other lines made him even more self-conscious. Daryl grunted to himself, before running a hand through the tousled hickory of his hair. Sunlight hit the crown of his head, illuminating its unwashed state, along with the few grey hairs that managed to show themselves. The hairs of his beard were the first on him to become grey without him knowing.

Aging was an aspect of life he couldn't get used to. He didn't want to get used to it either. Though it was only a part of growing older with time. Not only did he grow accustomed to working out more often in order to stay on top of his game, but his hunting agility was having a lower success rate each time he was out there.

On the contrary, he'd been worried about keeping up with his partner.

You, the one of his dreams. If his aging continued at the rate it began, he was worried that you'd grow tired of his older features and desire someone younger than him. Someone better than him.

Daryl knew you were popular amongst the men of Alexandria, those better options only poking at the back of his throat as if it were bile waiting to give. Being in a constant state of hyperawareness whenever you two were out in the community had exhausted him to his core.

Every time one of Deanna's sons or any of the other guys in the community even caught a glance of you from across the courtyard, Daryl wanted to pummel them into the ground, but push you into their arms from his all the same.

Although Daryl felt this way, he realized the strength of your bond with him went deeper than just physical attraction. The two of you cared deeply for one another, and you always tried to clear his mind of any negative thoughts.

You're enough the way you are, my love. I don't want you any other way than that.

With a deep breath, Daryl decided to push the nagging thoughts from his mind and trudge over to the dresser. He fidgeted with the button of his jeans, pulling them off his legs and ending up next to the shirt he'd tossed as well.

There was conveniently another mirror in the corner, one that took the full image of him into account. It was noticeable to him when he'd noticed movement from out of his peripheral vision. It would have only taken a glance to the left before seeing his figure in full length. Stood in only a pair of boxers, his hands sifted through one of the dresser drawers, pulling out a pair of black jeans. A glance downward at his body stopped his movements, and the pair of pants fell from his grip.

Despite everything telling him not to, his eyes drifted to the left. Once the full image of him in the mirror hit his eyes, the disgusting thoughts he had a moment before busted down the door in his mind. Daryl stepped in front of the mirror, jeans left on the dresser.

Cerulean eyes raked over every inch of his body as harmful thoughts flooded his head again. His thighs weren't as taught as they once were, his pecs weren’t as defined. His fingertips grazed over the expanse of his belly, where some scars lay not as prominent as others. Eyebrows furrowed and a scowl made its way onto his face.

His partner was perfect to him, and he wanted to be perfect to them, too.

As if you'd read his mind, you came walking into the room, same smile on your face that made Daryl want to live forever. He hadn't noticed you at first, standing against the doorway. You tilted your head to the side, taking in the view of him in only boxers, hands tracing his stomach.

"Checking yourself out?" you chuckled softly, picking up a book on a dresser near the door.

Daryl's eyes locked on his reflection, his button nose scrunching up.

When he didn't reply with one of his quips or side comments like you were expecting, you took notice of the furrowed eyebrows and slouched state.

You'd noticed something different in Daryl these days. One look at the displeasure on his face, and you realized something was up. More solo hunts, fewer intimate moments in the bedroom.

Daryl, of all people, was insecure about how he looked.

Your lip caught between your teeth, dropping the book back onto the dresser. "Daryl, are you alright?" Shuffling over to him, you placed a hand on his shoulder. The contact made his muscles flex, the warmth of your palm against him growing his enamor for you.

Daryl sighed, knowing he'd been brushing you off every time you asked him if he was okay. His avoidance level had dwindled down to nothing, not wanting to push you away any more than he already had. You were his person, the one he could always confide in, and you listened every single time.

"Do you- Do you think I'm gettin' old?" he questioned under his breath, eyes still unwavering from the mirror.

Your chest tightened at the mere suggestion of his aging. To you, Daryl was the most perfect anyone could ever be- his aura, his personality, his appearance, his quips, even his idiosyncrasies, but most of all, his heart.

"No, I don't," you replied honestly, "You been thinking of that a lot, huh?"

Daryl's shoulders stiffened as he finally ripped his eyes away from the view of the mirror, turning completely to face you. Reaching out to cup his cheek in a loving touch, he leaned into it and closed his eyes.

"What made you think about that?" you inquired, letting go of his cheek and trailing your fingers over the soft hairs that adorned his face.

Daryl's eyes opened again, lines on his face reappearing in the furrowed state of his eyebrows. "I know the way those pricks in the town look at ya.. Younger guys."

Your gaze shifted back and forth from his sapphire eyes, the realization hitting you. "Is this about Spencer?"

When you'd first gotten to Alexandria, your relationship with Daryl was just beginning. You hadn't told the rest of your group about it yet, but from the first time you saw the older Monroe, he had his eye on you. He'd admittedly been attractive to you at first, but he had absolutely nothing on your Daryl.

Spencer had pulled you aside the night of Deanna's party, asking you questions about yourself and wanting to get to know you better. His motives seemed innocent but there was a slight glint of mischief in his eye. When he suggested something more perverted, you knew he only saw you as a one night stand and nothing more. You explained to him that you weren't interested, on account of being taken by a different, better man.

Spencer Monroe could never compare to Daryl Dixon.

"He didn't want me like you want me. I could never want that asshole, and I don't." If Daryl knew the things Spencer said about him after you told him you were taken, he would have pummeled his face into the ground.

"I'm way older than you," Daryl mumbled, "One day ya might wanna take him up on that, or any of 'em."

"You really think I want them? That they're better than you?" you questioned, your hand grabbing his.

"Don't ya think so?"

You scoffed, "What could any one of them give me? I know for a fact that they couldn't be as good to me as you are. I'm a damn lucky person to have you. I scored you, Daryl Dixon. Not the other way around. You always had my back, every time I've needed you."

"'Course I do, an' you always got mine, too. I jus' don't see why," He shook his head, "You don't gotta settle for me-"

"You know what, D? Enough, look into the mirror right here," you stated, grasping his shoulders and turning him to see his figure. "Let's start with your shoulders." You gave them a slight squeeze, flesh emerging from between your fingers. "They're so big and broad, and I'm obsessed with them."

Your statement made a corner of Daryl's mouth jolt upwards, forming just the tiniest bit of smile on his face. His mind brought him back to the memories of you gripping them when intwined in a hug or kiss, but especially when you were making love.

You shuffled to stand next to him, affectionately running your fingers down his thick forearm. Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you took his hand in yours. "These hands and arms of yours are so strong, especially when you're holding me close, when you touch me. You know I appreciate how handy you are, especially when you're using that crossbow of yours, and working on your bike or cars."

Daryl hummed, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Smiling at his reflection, you continued, "I adore your stomach, know that? You're all muscle and firm where it matters most, but the softness of your stomach doesn't compare to the rest of you. I find that so incredibly sexy, know that?"

"Ya really like that?" Daryl questioned with disbelief, locking his eyes with yours in the reflection.

You nodded, leaning your cheek against his arm before placing a soft kiss on his bicep. "Yeah, I do." You already knew the tension in his body was starting to dissipate. "You wanna know what else I think?"

"Mhm," He replied almost instantly. Daryl felt selfish asking for your compliments, but he knew you'd give them to him every time he asked. It was simply too fulfilling to pass up.

"Your thighs are perfect, and they're such a strong part of you. I love sitting on them in your lap. And this?" You dropped his hand from yours, sliding it behind him to lightly squeeze his butt. He jolted slightly at the contact and smirked. "This is firm and so cute. A lot perkier than mine, too."

Daryl opened his mouth to speak, but your hands began to play with the hem of his boxers near his crotch, silencing him. "I assume this morning is a good example of what I think about this?"

His smirk widened, filling him with satisfaction of the fact that he could still make you feel good in bed.

"Don't even get me started on your pretty face," You shifted, cupping his cheeks with your hands again. Your eyes trailed over his face, taking in his intoxicating features. "Your eyes are so deep, like the ocean. When you look at me, I forget what I'm going to say most times."

Daryl shifted closer, purposely to make you flustered. His eyes met yours in the playful way he'd done a thousand times before, and you recognized the expression immediately.

"Don't do that to me now.." You said, rolling your eyes.

A hearty chuckle erupted from him at your flustered state, wrinkles around his eyes emerging once again.

"Your lips are so damn tempting, pretty and pink like they were made for mine," you went on, "You have perfect teeth and whenever you smile at me, my heart jumps a mile high. I'm also jealous of your birthmark, and how it gets to go everywhere with you on that handsome face of yours. But this..." you took a moment to run your hands along the wispy hairs of his chin and jaw, "is my favorite thing to feel when we kiss."

"Oh, really?" He questioned, that signature smirk of his growing inch by inch, "Guess I better kiss ya more often."

You beamed at his words, a blush rushing onto your cheeks as you let go of his face. "I'm such a lucky woman to have you, such an attractive man, by my side. You say guys notice me, but you aren't aware of just how many women practically drool over you when you're around the town. Warms my heart and makes me jealous at the same time," you confessed.

Daryl's head tilted to the side, "You got nothin' to worry about, sunshine."

"Well, neither do you, got that?"

He sighed, meeting your gaze with enamor filled eyes, another smirk tugging at his lips, "Yes, ma'am."

Daryl leaned down to your face and attached his lips to yours. His kiss was soft and slow, a low hum escaping you. His toned arms surrounded your waist, pulling you in close to his chest.

Your hands flew up around his neck, toying with the long strands, "I'm obsessed with your hair, too." You told him after pulling back from the kiss.

His grasp only tightened around you, arms flexing around your waist, bodies pressed together. Your foreheads slightly touched as you talked quietly.

"I gotta few gray hairs..." He retorted, those large hands of his snaking behind to your lower back.

"Yes.. and? You'd look so hot with gray hair."

You sayin' ya wanna grow old with me, hun?" He inquired, hands squeezing around your butt now.

You grinned up at him through your lashes, "Of course. That is, if we live long enough to do so."

Daryl sighed, "Sounds good to me, darlin'. Now, I believe you were talkin' about my hair.."

You took the opening to run your hands through his bangs, pushing back the strands of hair that framed his face. "I love your long hair, It's so pretty and wavy, for a man like you. I'd love to braid it sometime, if you'd let me. Don't think a guy like Spencer could pull it off as well as you do."

"You love playin' with my hair, don't ya?" He questioned, voice lowering. His large palms rested comfortably on your behind. Daryl enjoyed touching your butt, even when it wasn't in a sexual way. Because of you, he craved intimacy in its most raw form, and with you, it came even easier.

"Absolutely," you responded, taking away what little distance was left between them and rejoining your lips with his. Daryl picked up on the change in tension between you two and grasped at your behind a lot firmer than before, using his strong grip to push his crotch against yours.

You mewled into his mouth when she felt the tent in his boxers against you, but you weren't done yet. You placed your hands on his broad chest, and pulled back.

"You okay?" Daryl asked, eyes darkened with lust.

Your fingers found the tattoos on his chest, the heart and other small ones littered across his collarbones. "I have more to say, that's all."

"An' what's that?"

"Your body isn't the only thing about you that makes me crazy for you."

The thought of you worrying about him in this state made his heart race, since he hadn't been thinking very highly of himself. The truth was, Daryl had been thinking that way his entire life, and couldn't help it. Brought up by people who only put him down and made him think so little of himself, he weighed his decisions with every one he made. When he met you, though, was the first time in his life he'd witnessed genuine love and support. You managed to bring him back from those moments every single time he got trapped in one.

You knew he deserved to be loved the way he was, with nothing standing in the way between you and his true self. In this world, he deserved to be given the same amount of love and support that Daryl gave to everyone in the community.

Just hearing about what you thought of him, in every way possible, kept him going in the darkest of times.

"Daryl, there's never been anyone in my life like you, you're so good to me," you said, tone in your voice filled with disbelief. "You think anyone else could treat me the same way you do? Those pricks only want to get in my pants, and dropped me like a fly when they realized I wasn't interested. But you, you became my best friend before anything. You became the one person in my life who knew me. Like, really knew me. And then I just.. fell for you in the process. I'm the luckiest person in the world to have you."

You could've sworn a blush crept its way onto his cheeks, but he dropped his head before you could see better. Two of your fingers looped under his chin and lifted it again. "Don't ever hang your head, Daryl Dixon. You are the best man I know. I've never met anybody as caring as you. I see it in everything you do, the way you care about Rick, about that little girl, Jude? It warms my heart to see. You deserve the world, Daryl."

Daryl knew every word out of your mouth was true. He knew you would never lie to him, and even then, you were terrible at it. The minute you got lost in his ocean eyes, every little fib crumbled to nothing. Like all things, Daryl was better at expressing himself with actions, and not many words. He pulled you into another kiss, and it took your breath away. His strong arms hooked under your thighs, scooping your body up into his arms. A squeal threatened to leave your chest, but it only got swallowed by the archer's lips on yours.

Without restraint, he carried you over to your bed, one you both shared on many occasions, letting his weight fall back on top of it. You giggled as you landed on top of him, taking his pretty face into your hands again and slipped your lips between his. He groaned, hands attaching to your waist as you attempted to deepen the kiss.

Daryl slid his tongue across your bottom lip, making you moan into his kiss. In response, he opened his mouth to you, tongue gliding across yours with desire. A moment passed before Daryl pushed you over onto the bed, now hovering over you.

All the kissing made you hot, and pretty soon your hands were clawing at Daryl's boxers, chuckling at you as he pushed them down his legs, leaving him bare between you both.

"Hey, now. Tha's not fair at all, is it?" Daryl questioned, very upset with the fact that you couldn't be more clothed. His hands immediately went for your shirt, tugging it over your head. Your pants and underwear followed, placing hungry kisses along the expanses of your skin. There was something different about Daryl now, he hadn't resumed the usual acts of self-consciousness he had recently been taking part in.

Though his hand reached out to turn the lamp in your room off, he felt a restraint when his fingers met the button. Since the days of his insecurities, he felt safe in the darkness while making love to you. It meant security, and kept him from the nervousness that came with the thought of being judged by you.

But now, he didn't have a reason to hide anything from you anymore. His hand resumed his loving touches on your skin. You loved all of him, every single part. There wasn't anything luckier than that.

"How 'bout I leave this on?" he declared, locking his eyes with yours.

"Good, I'd like that."

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Band-aid

TW: Mentions of torture/abuse at the hands of Saviors. Mild mentions of blood, scars, physical abuse. 

Hurt/Comfort.

Baths were always a comfort for you.

An escape.

The days before the world fell feel like a whole different lifetime. You absolutely hated your job, but you were always so excited to come home after a tedious 9-5 and indulge in an expensive bath bomb. It was such a luxury. Candles would illuminate the entire room as you took a video of the way the object bobbed along, fizzing, leaving multiple colours streaming in its wake, and of course, it went on Instagram.

You’d sit for hours in the warm water, staying until the very last possible moment until the water was just a little too cool - just as excited to get out and wrap yourself in the fluffiest towel you owned, reveling in the way your muscles felt like jelly afterwards. 

You’re fairly certain every single bath bomb in the world must have crumbled by now, nothing but colourful dust in their packaging. But that’s okay, you didn’t need a bath bomb or rose petals for the filled tub you were currently in - and the man tucked between your thighs couldn’t care less, he didn’t want any fancy essential oils or bright pink water. All he wanted was you.

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Reunion

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Word count: 7k 

Angst | Fluff | Smut

The prison falls, and a hopelessly in love Daryl loses the opportunity to confess to you. At least, he thinks he has, but the future revels in being unpredictable.

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something that’s been on my mind in terms of fluff/smut is daryl and reader being separated when the prison fell and reuniting in alexandria! possible angst as well like finding readers belongings at terminus but no reader so the reunion is 🥺

“You never told me who you were with. Before I found ya, I mean. Before us.”

You glance over to him at his voice, a lazy turn of your neck bringing him into your field of vision as you lie your weight on the two hands you’ve stretched behind your back. The fire he’d set up for the two of you crackles away, a dim light in the field of the prison yard, but enough to illuminate your features in an orange glow.

“You never asked.”

Scoffing, he thinks of a response. It’s not like he didn’t want to know - he did. Had since the first time the two of you took a hunting trip together - but in an odd way, he thinks he’s scared to know. Feared it, maybe.

“‘m askin’ now.”

You’re not his, despite what the gossip in the cafeteria would say, but he cares about you. A lot. A lot more than he anticipated. A lot more than these runaway nights spent talking and stargazing would let on, and that’s the reason why he’s never asked. He thinks that if someone had hurt you, he would get himself killed tearing through the world to find them.

“Guess you are.”

Lying down on the grass, you hear shifting from beside you before you bring your gaze to his. him watching you as he folds his vest into a rectangle. Reaching out his hand, he gently lifts your head, welcoming the tickle of your hair before he lays the leather underneath you. It’s not much, but the way you grin from his movements makes him feel like he had just placed the softest pillow beneath you, one made of goose feathers and wool.

“I was with a group of friends when this first started. At least, they were friends until, uh… they weren’t. Not long after that I was with another group. Then I… I wasn’t. The last group I was with they… uh… they did things. Things I didn’t agree with.”

You don’t continue for a moment. Collecting your thoughts, he assumes - then you speak again.

“I used to think men before all this were bad, but they’re… they’re worse now.”

He hears a shuddering breath and his heart surges forward with anger. It’s a foolish thought, the one he had feared would wash through him, but he can’t help but think of beating whoever you were talking about into the ground. Did they do something to you? Did they lay a hand on you? Did they hurt you?

“I, uh, ran from them in the middle of the night. Must’ve, God, I must’ve walked until noon. It- it felt like hours, y’know? I didn’t know where to go and I didn’t have a map, but I just… I just knew I couldn’t be with them. So I kinda spun around in a circle and walked in whatever direction I stopped in. And I… I just kept walking.”

He swallows hard before you continue, pulling at the grass beneath his clammy hands. No, he panics, Daryl Dixon doesn’t go clammy. Not for anyone. But you’re not just anyone. Not to him.

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your writings! look so! cute! i must read all! <333

thank you🫶 i’m going to try to get back into it, pls send in requests if you have any and i’ll do my best:)

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Hi lovie saw that you took requests and I was wondering if you’d write something about the boys coming home from tour or something and it’s just been long since they’ve seen each other and it’s just a cute reunion🥺

welcome home

summary; above

warnings; n/a, short, fluffy

pairing; y/n x band, y/n x luke

six months. it’s been six months since you’ve seen your best friends along with you boyfriend. they’ve been on the take me home tour and it had concluded just a week ago.

your leg bounced as you sat in the airport. people passed you, reuniting with friends and family. others running to their flight or baggage claim.

you had never been nervous before when picking up the boys but it had never been this long since seeing them. you were unable to visit all tour due to you work schedule.

both luke and you had been so busy as well that your communication fizzled out to only a good morning and good night texts along with some ‘ i love yous ‘ here and there. that’s what made you the most nervous. what if everything’s different.

you saw the mass of people making their way towards you. knowing it was the boys, it became louder around you.

then you saw him. you stood as he looked up, he looked exhausted. dark circles, a hat, baggy clothes. but his smile grew as soon as you saw him. you have him a slight wave and that’s when mike saw you too.

luke picked up the pace, excusing himself as he pushed past people until he reached you. he let go of his stuff and wrapped his arms around you. he lifted you off your feet because of his height and held you close.

“ oh my goodness i missed you so much y/n “ he whispered into your neck. he finally set you down, remembering where you were and how many people were around. turning towards mike who was the next person after luke, throwing your arms around him and making your way to ash and calum.

once all the hugs were done like made his way back right next to you. he slipped his hand into yours as you led them threw the airport to your car.

“ i’m so excited your guys are home, we have a brunch planned for tomorrow and we can all catch up but fill me in now how was everything? “ you asked opening the trunk of your car helping the guys throw their suitcases in the car. luke’s hands never left you, whether it be your waist or your hand.

“ obviously it was incredible but i’m so exhausted and so excited to see my dogs and crystal “ mike chipped in while helping with the bags.

“ brunch will be so nice because i’m sorry but i’m closing my eyes the way home “ calum spoke up and then turned to ashton “ im using you for a pillow big guy “ he laughed. you couldn’t help but smile now having them back. you shut the trunk as ashton, calum, and michael all piled into the back letting luke take the front seat.

“ i’m so happy to be back with you “ luke looked down and smiled at you once more. he leaned down and kissed your forehead and pulled you in for another hug. he held you tight and smiled as you held him back.

“ let’s go luke, time to get you guys home “ you smiled as you let go of him. he laughed slightly knowing he was gonna make you come home with him because you are his home.

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i’ve been wanting to start back up really bad, i just have no motivation:/// send in ur requests and maybe ( hopefully ) it’ll give me inspiration and motivation!! ahah

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first happy a holidays! second, i’m so sorry i haven’t been active. so much aha been happening and i’ve had a rough couple of weeks. i’m not sure when i’ll be posting again, i have a couple one shots pre written so i can post those but for like ‘ that night ‘ and such idk when i’ll be writing a part two. just wanted to give a little update and thank you for all the love<3

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that night.

summary; based off the song unsaid emily from julie and the phantoms because that song breaks my heart.

warnings; just sad calum.

length; 1.5k

pairing; calum hood x y/n

calums pov;

" cal.. calum, calum!" ashton shook me out of my daze, he was looking down at me along with michael and luke who have moved over to where i was sitting. " i've been calling your name for the past 3 minutes, it's your turn to record "

the past two months have been a complete blur smooshed together. i ran out on someone i shouldn't have, and now i don't even know if they ever want to speak to me. i haven't been able to focus on anything but her.

" calum " ashton snapped again now down at my eye level. he knew, they all knew. i haven't spoke of it since the night i left. i ended up at ashton's house, i remember explaining what happened and i was so angry. looking back i was nothing but selfish.

" yea. " i managed to get out, " i need to get it off my chest, i don't know what else to do. " i breathed out.

" yea, yea, well pause on recording, cmon " ashton nodded in agreement. he's been trying to get me to talk about it since everything, i haven't. luke ran off to talk to the producers and the writer we were writing with today. ashton helped me up and we made our way to another room.

everyone piled in, ashton bringing over what instruments we needed in. i finally realized what was going on when a notebook and a pen was placed in front of me. all eyes were focused on me and i sighed, closing my eyes. her face, her sad tearful face showed up. i promised to never leave, and i did, i ran out on her.

" take your time cal. " opening my eyes and seeing michael holding an acoustic guitar in his hands. i looked towards the paper and began to write down what happened.

first things first, we start the scene in reverse

all of the lines rehearsed, disappear from my mind

when things got loud, one of us running out

I should've turned around but i had too much pride.

it was all coming back in waves. the night i chose not to remember or think about. she was so happy, i hurt her. looking up at the guys, they could see it in my eyes. " here " i reached for the guitar in mikeys hands. " um.. how does this sound " sounding weak as i spoke. taking a deep breath i began to tell the story of that night. i got a smile from all three of the guys and encouragement from the writers in the room.

" do you mind if i chirp in? " ashton asked, he was the only one who saw me in the moment and heard the words coming out of my mouth. he's also the only one who's talked to her sense everything. i shook my head, moving over to make room for him.

no time for goodbyes

didn't get to apologize

pieces of a clock that lies broken

he sang looking over at me for approval and i nodded. " that's good " i managed to get out, " um and then i was thinking maybe something about wanting to do those things. like closure almost? "

" oh what about.. if I could take us back, if I could just do that " luke sang, " like the beginning of the chorus. i bite my lip and nodded writing down everything that sounded right.

as the session went on, tears fell from my eyes and i needed to leave about four different times to calm down. the chorus was the hardest part to write. verse two came so easy.

silent days, mysteries and mistakes

who'd be the first to break?

i guess we're alike that way

as sad as it sounds there were laughs when writing it, poking at both of our bad traits. we'd point them out to each other and laugh about it, together.

" calum " luke knocked me out of my head once again. i looked up to see his tall figure sitting down next to me. this song was being created by all of us, the writers haven't changed anything once. " do you still love her? " his words flooded my brain. all of our precious moments together and memories we've created over our two years relationship and life time of friendship.

" calum! " i heard y/n yell, i ran as fast as my 7 year old legs would carry me to my neighbors yard.

" i'm here ! " i exclaimed, out of breath, i saw she was ok and smiling. she sat on her deck stairs with two cups and a plate next to her.

" you told me to call for you when mommy made cookies! so i called for you. " she giggled, her dimples were exposed, i couldn't help but smile at my best friend. i walked over and sat next to her, she handed me the cup of milk and then a cookie.

" thank you peaches " she looked back over with a smile.

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" peaches don't cry " i pulled y/n into my chest holding her as close as i could. her first heartbreak broke her, she had so much hope in him, in people in general. " he doesn't deserve that satisfaction " i placed a kiss on top of her head.

" it hurts cal. " she whimpered out, my heart broke for her. i pulled her away wiping her tears, her glassy eyes looked up at me. she's too young to be hurting like this.

" y/n, there's so many more guys out there and they'll treat you like the princess you are. they'll never let you go, never leave, never hurt you, okay? " she hiccuped and nodded, " you're heart is too beautiful to be hurting peaches. i love you. "

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" i love you calum " my beautiful girlfriend spoke as her arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me from behind.

" i love you too peaches. " i turned wrapping my arms around her short figure as she looked up at me. she was glowing, looking so genuinely happy and beautiful. " you're so beautiful y/n, wow " my heart swelled up as i looked at her. she tucked her head away and blushed deeply causing me to laugh.

" ew make it stop " ashton whined from our dining room table. both y/n and i looked over at our single friend sitting at our dining room table eating a bowl of cereal.

" they're in love ash, it'll never stop " luke laughed, sitting right next to him, eating cereal as well. ashton let out an aggressive sigh and shook his head.

" you're literally in our house ash, eating our food " y/n pointed out causing everyone to laugh, including herself. i looked down at her, she seemed so happy.

—

i looked back up at luke who was sat next to me. my vision was blurry but i knew the answer to his question. " mhm, i don't think i'll ever not love her. " i nodded, he rubbed my back comforting me. i looked over at the paper and it all came to me.

and write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace

then maybe time would not erase me

if you could only know I never let you go

and the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave

the words fell onto the paper so easily as i finally reminded myself of her beautiful smile. i finished writing the chorus, dropping my pencil looking at the paper.

" i miss her "

—

here i was, outside of the place i left months ago. i looked down at the cd in my hands with the word peaches spread across it. i walked up her steps and just as i was about to place the cd next to her newspapers the door flung open.

" calum " she spoke, my head shot up seeing the girl i walked out on and left two months ago in front of me. that night came flooding back in all its glory.

" stop telling me what i can and can't do y/n! "

" i'm not telling you what you can and can't do i'm trying to help you. not from a girlfriend point of view but from your best friend sense kindergarten point of view! " she yelled back at me. we were both worked up, stressed, and overall we both just needed a hug.

" shut the fuck up! you don't know anything. " i stormed upstairs, and i didn't hear footsteps behind me. i began throwing stuff into my bag, i couldn't do it anymore. i didn't want to anymore. i got back downstairs and she saw my bag. i got a glance at her, her eyes were welled up as she wiped a fallen tear and bit her lip.

" cal.. where are you going " she sounded broken, just how she was years ago.

" i'm leaving. don't call, don't text, just leave me the hell alone. " i reached for the door knob and opened the door.

" what..? where does this, this leave us " i couldn't bare to turn around knowing tears were falling from her eyes. i didn't know how to answer her question because i genuinely had no clue. i just walked out and the door closed behind me.

" y/n " is all i managed to get out.

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maybe a part two...

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Lights Up!

Love On Tour: Long Island. (28 November 2021)

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stood up

summary; luke stands you up and it hurts more then you thought it would.

warnings; nothing really, angst for the most part but ends happy.

pairing; luke hemmings x y/n

" date night, tonight. i made reservations and everything, how does that sound? " luke came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. a smile forms on your face as he spoke you spun around and met with the tall boy smiling down at you.

" yes that sounds wonderful " you nod your head as the smile on your face grows and a laugh escapes your lips.

" ok i'll send you the address, i have to work tonight so i'll meet you there. it's at 7:30, don't be late " he gave you a teasing evil stare with the point of a finger as he pulled away from you and smiled. you let out a laugh and threw your hands up.

" wouldn't dream of it hemmings " you bite your lip as your watched your tall boyfriend pull his shoes on as he smiled.

" see you later y/n, i love you " he finished pulling his shoes on and looked back over. you dashed over to him, stepping on your tippy toes to reach the tall man and place a kiss on his lips. luke's hands rested on against your waist as he kissed back, smiling.

you pulled away, looking up at your boy; smiling as well, " 7:30. "

" 7:30. "

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it was about 6:00pm, you were getting ready for the date. luke sent all the information and everything was looking up. you sat in a towel doing your make up, outfit already picked out and laid out on the bed.

time flew by and you were finally ready by 7:00, you headed over to the fancy restaurant luke sent to you. walking in on your own yet, not nervous or embarrassed knowing luke was on his way. you were escorted to the table and thanked my waiter, ordering just a water for now.

y/n, 7:14pm;

hey lu! just got here and got in, it's lovely here. cant wait to see you angel boy, no rush, i'm kinda early. anyways, see you soon<3

setting your phone down and waited for the waiter to come back with the glass. " will it be just you tonight miss? " he asked, placing a menu in front of you.

shaking your head, disagreeing, " no my boyfriend will be here anytime, i was just a bit early. you can put one down for him as well, thank you " giving the man a smile and he shot one back, placing a menu in luke's spot across the table.

you began to look at the menu, every now and then peaking over to see if luke is at the front by the desk. there was no need to worry, he always would get hung up at the studio. but he never missed anything of yours. you smiled to yourself as you thought about how this was luke's idea. you reached for your phone, once again, expecting a text from luke. there was no returned text from luke but your eyes were met with a picture of him a petunia.

y/n, 7:54pm:

hey luke! it's me again, obviously ahah. text me when you get a chance or even when you get here. i'm assuming you got caught up at the studio on a lyric or a guitar riff or something like that. the waiter keeps coming over, probably getting annoyed i keep telling him to wait. anyways, let me know ! see you soon lu, love you. drive safe <3

the waiter came back over, filling the glass of water once again as you were setting the phone back down. " he's caught up at work, thank you again as well. " you gave him another smile, probably being at least the fourth tonight. he slightly nodded and walked away.

your eyes wandered the room filled with family and couples. your eyes shot back down at the phone watching the time fly by. you couldn't help but watch the couples surrounding you, laughing and talking.

you didn't realize how long you were staring until your phone knocked you out of your trance. it was a notification from ashton referring to a party he was throwing with friends. you frowned down at your phone, confused and realized how late it was getting.

y/n 8:23pm;

hey luke. it's getting really late, almost an hour into our date. let me know if you need to cancel.. i'm starting to look like a fool ahah.

the waiter came back over, you eyes shot up from your phone once again. " i'm just gonna wait a little longer " you managed to get out with a nod. you both knew that your were probably going to be leaving alone. as he walked away your head shot to the doors.

y/n 8:31pm;

luke please let me know if you're coming, i feel and look extremely stupid sitting here. i don't wanna leave if you're maybe gonna possibly show up. literally just text me yes or no.

you stared down at the phone as the typing bubble popped up and then went away. your head fell into your hands as a sign of defeat left your lips. tonight was the last night before tour both luke and yourself were going to have off. you bit your lip quickly wiping the tears that fell from your eyes and pulled out a few dollars for a tip.

" oh miss please, you don't have to " the waiter spoke as you began to get up. you looked back at him and gave him a weak smile. " thank you for being so patient. " giving him a small nod, along with grabbing your purse and heading to the doors, leaving alone.

you quickly made your way out of the restaurant. all embarrassing, upset, and alone, you did your best to blink the tears away as your head hung low. " no no no " you heard the one person you waited over an hour for call from behind you. you lifted your head and turned to face him.

" i-i'm so..so sorry y/n.. " he spoke grabbing your hand quickly to keep you from leaving, " i completely forgot and then ash texted me to have fun on my date and then all your notifications came in and i got ready and came as fast as i could. " he hurried out.

" i'm heading home " you nodded as you removed his hands from yours. his words stung, he forgot. you you turned back around and began to walk away, hugging yourself tighter with you coat. that some way it would allow you to hide your embarrassment and hurt. he sighed as he caught up to you stopping you in your tracks.

" wait no bub, please let me take you out. you're probably so hungry, we can try that place again or just some quick diner. please ? " his blue eyes begged. you bite your lip as you eyes threatened to overflow with tears as you were getting worked up. all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. of course you didn't wanna cry in front of luke so you kept it in.

" no, it's ok luke.. i apologize for being over dramatic with getting upset with you. you're busy, i understand and i know that. we can try another time, i kinda just wanna go home " you nod, your voice cracking as you shut down.

" no y/n you're doing it again, this isn't your fault bub. don't apologize, it was my fault and i'm sorry. don't shut down on me angel, let me take you home or even get you ice cream.. i'm sorry please don't cry " he hurried to get the words out while reaching out to grab your hand. you just shook your head again, about to move away, " i'll take you home. " he ended it there knowing not to push it.

you both started walking back to your own apartment in silence. the way your chest tightened and burned, all you wanted to was to be home. luke didn't push it, he just continued to walk next to you all the way home. after a painfully long walk you arrived at your apartment. you hurried to pull the keys out of your pocket, fumbling with them. luke just stood next to you, watching you, before reaching down and pulling them out of your hands.

" here. " he unlocked the door and opened it. " can i please make it up to you, i'll make us something and we can have a movie night, i'm really sorry y/n " you blinked the tears away and slightly nodded, not wanting to be alone. you reached out and took his hand in yours as you made your way inside for his " make up " date night.

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masterlist

angst - ☆

fluff - ♡

smut - □︎

5 seconds of summer

ashton irwin

please. ☆♡

i’ll be the best father i can be. ☆♡

calum hood

that night. ☆

michael clifford

i’m here now. ☆♡

luke hemmings

stood up. ☆

welcome home. ♡

outerbanks

jj maybank

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i’m gonna be the best father i can.

summary; pregnancy is not always planned

warnings; angst. unplanned pregnancy. sad? happy at the end. talks about abortion.

length; 741

pairing; ashton x y/n

i stared down at the two little plastic sticks on the bathroom counter. nothings happened for the past two minutes which has felt like two years. i closed my eyes trying to breath normal and opening then to both tests showing a clear plus sign. positive. pregnant. my hand shot up to my mouth as my breathing that took forever to calm down started becoming uneasy

what if he doesn't want it?

will he leave me?

do i want it?

are we even fit to be parents? ashton can't even run the wash machine by himself.

what if i'm left by myself.

the slamming of the back door shook me out of my thoughts. my mind was spinning and i couldn't breath. i grabbed the tests and threw them into my sweatpants pockets, trying to calm down as best as i could before he made his way up here. walking out of the bathroom panicking that he'll ask what's wrong and make it worst. the bedroom door opened and i saw my boys smile fade when he saw my state.

my hands were shaking, i was gasping for air every so many breaths, tears were rolling down my red cheeks.

" y/n " he sat his coat down and came right over to where i stood. " shit babe, it's okay, i'm here baby. " he pulled me in tight making our way over to our bed.

" i'm sorry ashton. " i cried out, putting my hands over my face and leaning into him more. soaking up as much as i can if this is the last time his arms will be around me.

" y/n, you don't need to apologize about anything. " he rubbed my back holding me tighter, i shook my head and wrapped my arms around him not wanting to let me go.

" i'm so so sorry- i don't want you to leave me but if you- "

" babe you're scaring me. " he mumbled out as he grip lessened. i continued holding him, not ever wanting to let go. i pulled away and he looked at me differently, a pang hit in my chest.

" i'm- i'm pregnant.. and i understand if you want to leave me or...abortion" i mumbled out other scenarios. " i don't know. i know we're both on the same page with kids and i didn't mean to and.. and you're all i ever wanted and i just found out and if you want to leave i understand but i don't want you too but i'm not going to force you to stay with me because you don't deserve that, i-i-i love you and i'm sorry ash. " i ranted not realizing i couldn't catch my breath. i cried out into my hands, hiding my face. he hasn't spoke or touched me. i moved my hands away from my face pulling out the tests and setting them between us. i looked up at ashton seeing him stare blankly at me broke my heart.

" ashton, please just say something. this is hurting more please " i begged the man in front of me, his head looked down to the tests and picked one up. i couldn't breath, i was so overwhelmed with the whole situation.

" you're pregnant " was all he managed to get out as he looked at me. i nodded biting my lip, i watched his eyes well up and a smile grow on his face.

" baby don't cry oh my goodness. " he whispered as a tear fell from his eye. he set the test down and pulled me close again. " we're gonna be parents " he mumbled.

" you're not leaving me? " i looked up my curly haired boyfriend.

" no baby, i never would do that to you. " he held me close. i wrapped my arms around him pulling him into me.

" there's gonna be a little ashton running around. " i giggled through the tears. i pulled away slightly, looking at ashton. he smiled at me and wiped my tears, he wiped his own and laughed.

" yea " he choked out, giving me a warm smile. " i'm gonna try to be the best dad i can be y/n " he nodded as more tears fell. " i want you to be proud of me and our baby to be proud of me. " he whispered as i pulled him back in and rubbed his back.

" you'll be such an incredible father ash " i whispered in his ear and placed a kiss against his cheek.

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please.

a/n; if you ever have a request or a prompt that you want to be written, comment it or dm/put it in my inbox and i’ll do my best to write whatever it is! anyways enjoy<3:)

summary; you just need someone to talk to, but that someone doesn't realize.

warnings; angst, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, idk.

length; 1.0k

pairing; ashton x y/n

i got home from work a bit earlier then usual today. it was just not a good day and work didn't help at all. i dropped my bag on the floor as the door shut behind me, my eyes shot to the clock. two more hours until the one person i needed would be home.

i decided i should just try to calm down as best as i could. forcing my shaken body all the way upstairs to ashton and i's shared bedroom. dragging my feet into the bathroom running the bath water setting a bubble bath up for myself.

a bath always would calm be down when i'm by myself. once the bath was full i hooked up my phone and began to take my clothes off. once i was undressed i stepped into the tub, stinking down. i got comfortable trying not to think of all the stressful anxiety tugging moments.

i heard the door shut from downstairs causing me to jump back into reality. i pulled myself out of the bath and began to drain the water. i reached for my towel and dried off, putting the fresh clothes i pulled out on. just sweatpants and one of ashtons sweatshirts.

i made my way downstairs to see my boyfriend in the kitchen. his head shot towards me a smile formed as he made his way over, " hello beautiful, how was your day? " he placed a kiss on the top of my head and rubbed my back.

i couldn't help but smile as his scent filled the air around me. " hi ash, it was ok, you? " i looked up at the boy who was staring down at me.

" it was great actually " he smiled making his way back over to the kitchen table. i felt the bubble start to form again, but ashton was here now.

" t-that's great ash ! " i put a soft smile and took a deep breath, " so i just wanna tal- "

" y/n i love you but i'll have to stop you there.. the one and only michael clifford is calling. i'll be right back " he said getting up from the table making his way into the other room. i sat down in a chair at the table and bit my lip. i heard him speaking from the other room and laughing. " fuck man i'll be right there! " foot steps made its way back to the kitchen. i turned to see my smiling boyfriend," the guys wanna go out to local bar tonight, you can come if you want but i also don't wanna make you come, up to you. i'm gonna go change bu- hey is something up? " his soft got soft.

all i could do was shake my head, " no, i'm ok. i think i'm gonna stay here tonight. i don't wanna intrude on guys time and yeah " i shot him the best smile i could. " i'll probably just go to bed soon " he watched me carefully and confused.

" um, oh ok " he gave in and continued upstairs. as childish and hopeless as it sounds i really just wanted a hug. i sighed quietly and pulled myself off the chair pushing it in. cleaning up the remainder of dishes in the kitchen and began to make my way upstairs. i walked in our bedroom to see ashton all dressed, " how do i look " he asked looking at me through the mirror.

" 10/10 " i shot back at him and he giggled, " i was expecting your sarcastic ass to come out " he continued giggling and moved away from the mirror. as much as i know he was just teasing it kinda hurt. did he think i was always sarcastic? was i mean?

" y/n.. earth to y/n! " he snapped, he was now right in front of me and gave me a smile, " where were you? " he asked softly. shrugging him off and i just shook my head. " ok well i'm gonna head out "

please stay.

" are you sure you don't wanna come? it'll be fun! " he encouraged with his bright smile, i just shook my head again.

please notice i need you right now.

" okkayyy but don't come calling me asking me to come home early " he laughed a bit.

what if i need to.

all i could do is continue to nod and quickly reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and then rushed over to our bed. " have fun " i croaked out.

" baby. "

shit shit shit.

" your rides here " the horn was honking from outside as a looked at my boyfriend with glassy eyes. he stood there just looking at me, i bit my lip as another horn came.

" baby what's wrong " he spoke softly just standing there staring. he's waiting for me to give the okay to go.

" text me when you get there " i nod and looked anywhere but him.

" y/n, i can stay, i don't have to go- “

" no no, it's ok you said to not call you to come home early either; i won't, i promise. i'll probably just go to bed. long day. " i nodded trying to convince myself that's what's up.

ashton pulled out his phone snd put it up to his ear. " hey mike, i'm not feeling too good right now, i have an awful migraine " he looked over at me as i shook my head no. " yea yea , have fun. " he laughed " i willlll, ok bye bud " he put his phone down and began to change into sweats.

" ashton no " my lip began to tremble as i felt awful about making him not go. " please go, i'm fine see i'm good i'm ok. i- " overwhelming feeling took over. all ashton did was crawl into bed and wrap his arms around me.

" i'm sorry i didn't see it earlier or tell when i went into the bathroom and it smelt like the ocean or notice how you were just nodding. don't ever think it's not ok to talk to me or tell me you need me. you always tell me that " he held me tighter and kissed my fore head.

ashton put on a movie and laid with me for the rest of the night.

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i’m here now.

summary; michael and the boys have been gone on tour for about five months now. you can't take being alone much longer.

warnings; maybe a little bit of mention of mental health?

length; 769

pairing; michael clifford x y/n

i stared blankly at the tv that was playing gossip girl. i'm sat in the corner of the couch with a throw blanket over my legs and a mug of hot chocolate in my hands. it was around 8pm, possibly. i haven't moved for god knows how long.

my phone vibrated against the coffee table next to me, reaching over setting my mug down and picking up my phone. my boyfriends face lit up my phone screen and i couldn't help but smile. i turned down the tv and answered the phone putting it to my ear.

a soft ' hi ' fell from my lips praying it wasn't a butt call or that he called the wrong person. i waited a second and my smile fell as i didn't receive something back.

" hey angel " his voice was full of joy and clearly wide awake. michael and i haven't been able to talk or facetime as much as we'd both like to. we'd be lucky if we're able to talk at least twice a week. i don't try to pry if it's not an emergency either. we haven't spoke for about a week and a half. " hellloooo earth to y/n " he laughed a bit snapping me out of my thoughts.

" sorry " i said quietly looking down at my hands. " you got time? " i asked not wanting to get too attached to the conversation.

" yes, you got me for as long as you want me. " he said cheerfully, i heard a door close with mumbling in the background. i just went with it knowing that i may or may not speak to him for another week.

" how's everything been? the shows? the boys? " i asked trying to sound as excited and happy as possible. hearing his voice hurt, it's been a little over 5 months since the last time i've been with michael.

" everything's been amazing as always, the fans are crazy and just wow, every night. it's crazy hearing them sing the words we wrote down and record back to us. like every night it blows my mind " he went on and i could sense his smile through the phone. i nodded along with tears forming in my eyes. " the guys, well, you know, same old same old. annoying as hell but also keeping me sane. " he laughed causing me to laugh as well with a hiccup. i covered my mouth trying not to make the tears obvious. " babe? " he questioned, pausing for a moment. i swallowed hard wiping my tears trying to compose myself.

" continue. " i managed to get out not wanting to ruin his mood. i covered my mouth, muffling the noises. i heard movement and a sigh. looking down knowing i ruined his mood.

" baby what's wrong? " he asked genuinely, i shook my head wanting him to change the conversation. but he can't see me.

" nothing michael please- please keep talking about everything " i cried softly just wanting to take my mind off my stress, sadness, and loneliness i've been feeling. he was quiet for a moment " please mikey.. just continue " i pleaded with the boy on the other side of the phone.

" no y/n what's wrong, talk to me. we haven't spoke in almost two weeks. i should've made sure you're doing ok. i'm sorry angel. " he sounded hurt on the other side. i covered my face, upset knowing i crushed his happy mood.

" nothings wrong. i'm fine. i'm just alone that's it. moving on " i tried my best to change the conversation, michael didn't answer and i heard a knock at the door. " um someones at the door mikey, i'll be right back " i put the phone down and wiped my tears away. i got up and made my way over to the door, opening it and seeing my tall blonde boy in front of me. he stared back and hung up the phone looking at me and my appearance.

" hey ange- " i wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head on his chest afraid of letting go, that he could just possibly disappear. his arms wrapped around me and placed kisses on the top of my head.

" i missed you so much. oh my goodness " i cried out holding him as close as i could. his grip tightened and he rubbed my back. it may sound dramatic but michael couldn't have gotten here at a better time. i felt so close to rock bottom, feeling so lonely.

" i'm here now y/n , i'm here now " he held onto me reassuring that he's real and that he's here to stay.

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tears

“That’s my mum, that’s my mum!” 🥺 Harry to Anne in LA, Night One - 17/11