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eldritchwhispersofficial · 3 months

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(NOTE: This character is from my Analog Horror/Slenderverse/Creepypasta AU the Lilacverse. She is not a canon character.) "I'm looking for someone. Do... do you know her? She's my cousin. Her name's... Virginia."

HERE SHE IS! My Monument Mythos (Lilacverse AU) OC!!! (If you say she looks like Frisk I will kill you instantly I KNOW OKAY I GOT IT) Name: Catherine Eternity Arnoldson/Cat Stewart/Cathy Woods Presumed Age: 9 (1983) 18 (1992) Actual Age: 9 (1934) 58 (1983) 67(1992) Species: Special Tree/Climber Backstory: (TW: Child abuse, depression, sui thoughts/self harm, implied s*xual assault [im definitely not projecting my own trauma onto her as a coping mechanism wdym hahahahaha]) Catherine Eternity Arnoldson was born on April 16th, 1925, to Elias Arnoldson and his wife Jeanie. She was a very sweet and charming young girl, with a quick wit and a bold tongue. She was considered quite clever from a young age. When Catherine was 4, both of her parents passed away in a terrible fire. She was sent to live in New York with her uncle Allen, aunt Dorothy, and cousin Virginia. Virginia was delighted to have a new playmate, and the two girls became fast friends. Catherine loved Virginia dearly, and considered her a sister. In 1934, Virginia disappeared after going to put a Christmas ornament (a bear) on the tree at Rockefeller Plaza. She was 13. Soon after, Catherine became very upset. She decided to figure out what happened to Virginia, and ended up going to Rockefeller Plaza. She touched the Special Tree, and... ...was INSTANTLY teleported into Wonderland. Catherine spent almost half a century in Wonderland, confused, scared, lost, and searching for Virginia. She attempted to escape multiple times by climbing the trees, but never succeeded. She saw what happened to the OTHER Climbers, and wondered why she wasn't stretched and burned like them. At some point, she came across Everett, who was ALSO searching for Virginia. Everett thought she was Virginia, and was disappointed to find out she wasn't. But he was excited when he realized Catherine was Virginia's cousin, and tried to help her find her, although they never succeeded. After a while, Catherine was teleported back out of Wonderland. She woke up over 500 miles away from her home, in a little suburb in West Virginia called Galler, near the larger city of Ashton. She was discovered by the police, who upon interrogating her, realized she had no ID, no family, and couldn't remember where she had come from. They put her in foster care, and she was quickly adopted by Gilbert and Pearl Stewart, a very rich and prominent couple in the area. Gilbert and Pearl were horrible people. who pushed down Catherine's lively personality at any opportunity, and constantly referred to her as "Cat", a nickname she DESPISED. They forced her to go to prep school and tried to mold her into the "perfect little lady", a role she could not fill. Catherine developed extreme depression, suicidal ideations, and began to hurt herself on purpose (burning her fingers on the stove, beating herself with a belt, carving words and symbols into her arms and chest with a knife). This only led to more abusive behavior from her "parents", who only cared about her as a status symbol. When Catherine turned 18 (or rather, 67), her "parents" immediately began trying to marry her off. Catherine despised all of the shallow, narcissistic young men they paraded past her, each one richer than the last. She refused to marry them, understanding that since she wasn't a good enough child, her "parents" wanted her to marry into a rich family to increase their own social standing. More than one of Catherine's suitors were more than a little perverted, and several of them were men who were too old for her (physically, if not chronologically. See how time travel fucks with everything?) On more than one occasion, she was violated after refusing to marry or sleep with a suitor. This added to her feelings of loneliness and self-hatred, which culminated when she decided to commit suic*de and hang herself in the woods.

And that's when she met... HIM. She met the mysterious man in the suit by complete accident. She was in the process of tying a noose, staring up into the tree branches, wondering just HOW she was going to do this...

When there was a sudden loud burst of static, and the wind suddenly turned cold. Catherine turned around, wary, and looked up. And kept looking up. And stared at the impossibly tall man towering over her, trying to find a face that simply wasn't there. She opened her mouth to scream. What came out instead was "Ooh, you're tall. Can you help me tie this rope in the tree so I can hang myself, please?" He was very confused. Catherine related her story to him- she couldn't remember where she came from except for a few fragmented memories, she was adopted by people she despised who abused her, she was a victim of s*xual assault, and she wanted to kill herself desperately. He took pity on her. Comforted her. Dried her tears. She fell in love, in a confused way. A few days later, Catherine was informed that her "parents" had found a new suitor for her: Oakley Simon Woods, an extremely wealthy and mysterious 21-year-old man from nearby Ashton. She was saddened and disappointed, but agreed to meet him, with a heavy heart. Catherine dressed in her finest clothes, and went down to meet this new suitor- only to stop dead in her tracks. There, sitting on the couch and chatting with her father, was a young man with icy blue eyes, long, dark black hair, and pale white skin. He wore a black suit, and was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. And she recognized him. Recognized his voice. "It's you!" Catherine exclaimed, flinging herself into Oakley's arms without a care in the world. Her "parents" would have reproached her, but Oakley's eyes lit up like he was the happiest living being in the world, and he kissed her. He explained that they had met by chance in the forest a few days earlier, and the reason he was courting her was that he'd fallen hopelessly in love with her. Her "parents" were incredibly startled by Catherine's evident willingness to marry Oakley, and Oakley's insistence that he be allowed to marry Catherine. They were married three months later. Oakley took Catherine to Lilac Manor, they ended up having a baby who they named Nella, Catherine turned into a semi-murderous proxy known as Sugarpink, happily ever after, right? OH YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD. You fool. THERE IS NO WORSE FATE THAN BEING AN ARNOLDSON. Catherine was sad. She wanted to go home. Sure, she had a family now, who she loved very much- but she missed her uncle and aunt. She missed her cousin. She missed her old life. So, she tried to go back. She tried to send herself back through Wonderland and back into the past. It didn't work. What did occur was that she succeeded in trapping herself on the Bridge to Nowhere, where she spent an unknowable amount of time starving, slowly going feral, and being terrorized by the giant evil spider known as Mongo.

Relationships: Virginia Arnoldson (Cousin) Allen Arnoldson (Uncle, deceased) Dorothy Arnoldson (Aunt, deceased) Jeanie Arnoldson (Mother, deceased) Elias Arnoldson (Father, deceased) Leonard Morlin (Cousin in law) Everett Arnoldson, Maya Arnoldson, Nathaniel Arnoldson (Cousins once removed) Quinn Arnoldson, Lauren Arnoldson (Cousins twice removed) Pearl Stewart (Adoptive Mother, disowned), Gilbert Stewart (Adoptive Father, disowned) Oakley Woods (Husband) Mary-Anne Woods (Sister in law) Nella Woods (Daughter) Veronica Woods (Mother-in-law, deceased) James Woods (Father-in-law, deceased)

#slenderverse #monument mythos #catherine arnoldson #oc #slenderman #please they are so cute #theyre in love your honor #haha trauma

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clumsyclifford · 2 years

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😈🎢 💖🏆👀 for the ask game? love youuuuu -megs 💙

hiiii megsssss i love you toooooooo lets get into it yuh

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers? yes! but also for effect. the chapter break at the end of uhhh chapter 7 of yssdf. i remember even when i hadnt finished writing that chapter i knew i was going to cut it there and i DO think the effect worked really really well but part of that was because i knew it would make people want to murder me.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? oh boy, uhhh......perhaps human luke? NOPE JK I KNOW THE ANSWER. it's obviously the halex fic, simply because that is my wildest fic start to finish. i wrote a harry styles/alex gaskarth fic there was no way that wasn't going to be my wildest ride.

💖 What made you start writing? god i don't even remember at this point. i think i was like, into percy jackson and i started writing fanfic in the captions of my instagram posts. i used to have a fandom insta so. maybe that. but i also was on wattpad and i was reading 1d fic and maybe i wanted to try my own hand at it? i genuinely do not recall.

🏆 What’s your most popular fic? depends how you measure popularity! but i guess by every standard measure mine would be hello, hello. i can't say that's surprising and i also can't say i'm upset about that.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! well i made this bet with adri- no just kidding that's a secret. okay i was going to say summer camp au but you already know all about it and then i remembered i have one other thing that im hoping to finish WHICH IS: elevator fic. i finally started it! im halfway through it (the half that isnt in an elevator lol) but hopefully will write the rest soon. i don't wanna give away too much but it's inspired by real life events (though not directly inspired, like some of it never actually happened but COULD) and it's a cake fic. college au obvs. and here's a snippet since i like doing that:

“Thirteen is not cute,” Luke says, rolling his eyes, grinning. “He has a ponytail!”

“Right, which means he has long hair!”

“That’s not a draw!”

“It is for me,” Ashton says contrarily. “I have advanced taste. You have the taste in men of a straight sorority girl."

fic writer emoji asks!!

#why wont tumblr let me indent that snippet . please.#anyway #megs #ask #igarbagecannoteven #fic talk

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midnightash · 3 years

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Drive - Michael Clifford

Pairing: Reader x Michael Clifford

Words: 1,100+

Warnings: mentions of depressive episodes

Summary: Michael sees you hurt and does all of your favorite things to help you. I really suggest listening to Drive (Ofc by Ashton Irwin) while reading this.

Authors notes: This is a rewrite of something I had posted on wattpad awhile back right when I started writing because it was such a cute Idea I had to do something with it!

Michael had just gotten home from the studio and could immediately tell something was off with you. You weren’t being your usual self, listening to music, talking to him about your day, etc.

After setting his things down and seeing you laying on the couch he gives you a small frown, as you don’t wave or say anything when he walks inside.

He knew something was off but didn’t want to bother you, so he just walked over and sat down by you. He figured he would approach it in a subtle way so you didn’t feel pressured for him to know what's wrong.

Out of all things Michael was the best at reading your emotions. He always could tell whether you were sad, or happy. He could tell how your day went just by the way you acted when he got home.

“Hi Mikey” you mumble quietly, just about to fall asleep for a nap. Michael knew it was odd because you usually didn’t nap either.

“Hi Bubba, how are you feeling?” He asked, while cuddling into your side. One thing he knew is that cuddling always made you feel better.

“Tired” you say softly, before starting to fall asleep cuddled up to Michael. He smiles as he holds you until you’re asleep.

Once you’re asleep Michael stands up to turn the lights off, leaving the only light coming from the setting sun through the window.

Soon walking into your guys shared bedroom, he grabs a soft blanket to cover you up with in the living room. Once you’re covered up he decides to go do a livestream while he thought of what to do to make you feel better.

This wasn’t the first time you were upset this way, and he just wanted to help and make sure you were okay. After all it was his job to make sure his girl was as happy as can be.

“I love you guys, Bye!” Michael said before singing off of his stream. It had been around 3 hours at this point and he finally was done and thought of a perfect idea to make you feel better.

After shutting off his computer, he walks into the dark living room, to see you awake. “How was your nap?” Michael smiles, while moving to sit next to you.

You let out a small yawn, cuddling further into your blanket. “it was okay” you sighed, reaching your arms out for Michael. Michael gives you a smile as he pulls you close to him.

“Im here when you’re ready to talk about it, okay?” Michael says and you give him a small nod. One thing you loved about Michael was how attentive he was. No matter what emotion you were feeling he could read you like a book and always know how to help you feel better.

“How about we go play some games?” Michael giggles and you nod. He knew he probably would let you beat him at a few rounds of Call of Duty or something to make you smile.

After a few hours of videogames and countless rounds of different games beating Michael you both finally decided to do something else. “I win!” you smile and Michael sighs.

“I suppose you do” Michael says, letting out a giggle. He didn’t even try to let you win yet you somehow always managed to.

You move to cuddle up with Michael, letting out another yawn. “sleepy already?” Michael asks with a smile, as you nod. “have you had dinner yet?” He continues, and you answer that with a nod as well.

“Lets get some rest then” Michael smiles, picking you up and carrying you into your shared bedroom with ease. You snuggle into him as he places you on the bed and lays down as well.

after almost an hour of trying to fall asleep you sigh. “Mikey?” you say quietly incase he was already asleep.

“whats up?” He says, opening his eyes and looking down at you. He knew a lot of the time you struggled sleeping and he did too. “cant sleep?” he continues and you nod.

“Lets go on a drive, angel” Michael says and you nod sitting up. You both loved taking night drives whenever needed. Whether you guys couldn’t sleep or one of you was upset you loved to take a calming drive where you both just got away from everything for awhile.

You both flipped off the blankets, turning on a few lights in the house and walking outside to feel the cool breeze of the night. Everything was almost completely silent as you both sat in the car, Michael taking the drivers seat and you in the passengers seat.

After a quick turn of the car key the car started and you both were off. Throughout the drive all that could be heard was the quiet hum of the car against the road, and the soft sound of music playing in the background from a playlist Michael had made just for you.

You would forever be thankful of Michaels kindness. Nothing could ever beat the way he treated you. He made you feel like the only girl in the world and you were truly in love with that man more than anyone could ever know.

You smile hearing Michael’s voice softly singing the songs he felt describe his love for you the best. You could probably listen to him sing all day, his creativity and passion for music was something that was absolutely amazing to you.

After a few hours passing by you both had decided it would be best to head home as you both finally felt tired enough to sleep. You soon felt the car come to a stop and turn off and you both got out, soon walking inside your guys’ house.

After taking the time to flip off the light switches again, and change into more comfy clothes you both laid in bed, Moose and South of course following your lead and hopping in between both of you.

You let out a small laugh at the dogs as you cuddle up to them and Michael. “I hope that helped” Michael smiled and you nodded to answer his question. “I love you” Mikey said, giving you a small kiss making you smile.

“I love you too Mikey, thank you” You smile, snuggling closer to him, and having to move the dogs to sleep behind you so you could cuddle Michael better.

“Of course, angel” He smiles, pulling you as close as possible as he notices you slowly drift off to sleep.

Michael soon gives a small kiss to your forehead knowing you’re asleep. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you” Michael whispers, knowing you’re already asleep.

Little did you know later that week Michael had planned to purpose to you and he would actually be able to spend his life with you, his world.

#5sos #michael clifford #michael clifford imagine #michael clifford blurb #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos blurb #5 seconds of summer blurb #5sos masterlist #5 seconds of summer masterlist #this made me really soft bye

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cadaceus · 2 years

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C3E03

So... this episode was a lot. Things escalated so much more quickly than I could have anticipated! I don’t want to say too much because of spoilers but hey remember how in my last liveblogs I mentioned that I was super attached to this whole party already? ... 😭

- Choose your fighter: Imaginary Flashback Robbie/Imaginary Flashback Travis or Nordverse Sam/Nordverse Laura (speaking of which, I am eagerly awaiting our next Nordverse segment)

- “Pretty spry for a…” Finish the joke Laura!

- “You’re gonna make me cuss” I love Imogen sm

- TRAVIS WEREWOLF MENTION

- Professor Lockhart??? Is that you???

- The whispers on Laudna’s message are so creepy but so funny, I love it so much!

- IMOGEN MY BELOVED

- “Be cool, hunny bunny” Laudna and Imogen crumbs

-Bertrand and Imogen are my new favorite comedy duo, I cannot stop cackling at them swinging their arms around 😂😂

- Who is Ashton indebted to??? I’m so curious!

- THE LIGHTING CHANGES AGAIN YES

- Awww Imogen :(( Losing focus in crowds is a big social anxiety mood, but Fresh Cut Grass and Laudna sticking with her is so sweet

-Travis mouthing “is that me? That’s not me” in response to the old man comment is sending me

- WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS PERSON SPEAKING TO DANAS HELLO

- Nobody in the room? Where did they go??

- LAURA AND TAL BOTH GETTING NAT ONES ON ROLLIES LMAOOOOO

- FCG: “Well smiley day, everybody! :) How’s it going—oh my!” Ashton, pointing aggressively at the Bad Guy: “Situation! Situation!” STOP I LOVE THEM BOTH SM

- Laudna: “He’s afraid of me” / Sam: “As are we all” I mean….. it’s true :P

- I’m so intrigued by Mr. Bell’s Gambler’s Blade! Was that something from the one shot he was in?

- Aww, FCG quietly goes “I like that name” after Imogen calls them “Freshy”

- Liam saying Counterspell in Caleb’s voice ohhhhh my heart

- WHOAAA FRESHY CAN PUT THE POINTS HE STOLE FROM AN ALLY INTO AN ENEMY??? okay that ability is really cool! Maybe it won’t be too angsty after all! (Famous last words of course)

- Matt sounds so unreasonably upset about the Bert and Fearnie joke and I cannot blame him whekdndjfn

- BARRY HITTING DORIAN RUDE

- “Take your attack of opportunity!” liam the chaos monger I love it LOL

- MATT GIVING ROBBIE ADVANTAGE TO HIT BERTRAND EHDJDKKGKEJJFKD GOODBYE

- Oh rip Danas…..

- When did Laudna and Imogen deal with the Shadow Creepers before? 👀 it sounds like it may have been a Session Zero for those two!

- DORIAN AND IMOGEN MY BELOVEDS, this scene is so funny, they are a duo that I never knew I needed!

- Can Dorian/Robbie stay forever please 🥺🥺

- LORD ETHEROSS BAKED A CARROT CAKE??? GO STAR BAKER GO

- Orym: “Im more familiar with pie” throwback to the people of Byroden making him a pie judge that one time in EXU agsjkdmdm

- The Ruddy Hilt was Lord Etheross’s old party, noting it!

- MORE WHISPERS

- Fearne paying for Bertrand’s drink is so sweet awwwe

- Ashton saying “You know what happened last time” I CERTAINLY DONT PLEASE DO TELL

- Also Milo asking “did she come around anytime recently?” Who is the “she” they’re talking about let me know your secrets plsssss

- Imogen’s dream… is this her home?

- The sense of mounting dread that suddenly overcame this entire studio……. Mr Stark……..

- The lights turning red in Imogen’s dream is such a cool effect

- HER voice?? Who’s voice does Imogen hear in her dream??? Her mother’s, maybe?

- Lieve’tel… I know that name :(

#c3 liveblog #c3 liveblogs #i still need to decide on a permenant tag #rip sir bertrand :((((#god those last moments in the bar are going to hit so much harder on a rewatch #also i bet dorian is gonna feel so guilty when he finds out #critical role #this is my 1000th post!!!!! huzzah!!!!

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dollyreblogs · 3 years

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Okay but imagine that Amias confuses Ashton and Eugene for each other all the time and every time they get upset about it, he's all: "Ugh, different accent, same trench coat. Plus, don't animals hate you both."

"FIRST O' ALL MATE, HIS IS BROWN, AND MY TRENCH COAT IS BLUE!"

"An' second of all, ONLY KANGAROOS hate 'im, ALL ANIMALS hate me."

"Actually, wallaby's too."

"What're wallaby's?"

"Tinier kangaroos...an' more vicious."

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Not in the same way

A few months ago:

You were sitting cross legged on Harry’s bed while he was on the phone. You were scrolling thorough pictures of the two of you and smiling thinking about how great the past year had been together. You had fallen completely head over heels in love with him in that time and he genuinely made you the happiest person on earth. You had been wanting to tell him that for quite a while you just didn't know how to make it special and memorable. So, with the help of some friends, you had painted a map onto a small wooden board with all the places Harry had toured and in each area that was filled in was a picture of the two of you. The bottom had your initials carved into a heart with the date you had started dating. You were so excited to show him the finished product. He walked back in the room with a slight frown on his face, not looking up from the phone but you smiled, patting the bed next to you “Harry..”

“Yeah love?” he mumbled still looking down.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” his head finally glanced up from the phone and looked at you curiously.

“Mhm...come sit down.”

He sat next to you with his hand on your knee and his eyes curiously looking into yours. “What kind of surprise are we talking here?” He leaned over kissing your ear, causing you to slightly smile.

You looked down, feeling a little nervous to how he would react. You pulled the board out from the pillow it was sitting under and handed it over to him. “I just wanted to do something to commemorate making it through this past year together and let you know that I love you.” You looked at him looking at the gift but he remained silent so you nervously continued on..”I love you so so much Harry and I’m grateful for every moment we have together, whether we are FaceTiming late at night when I can't sleep or if we are just having a lazy day in bed. I know that you will be leaving in a few weeks to do your next tour so I thought you could take that with you. To give you a little piece of home while you're gone.” Your cheeks had blushed red and you had looked down.

“Oh.”

You looked at him a little confused and hurt. “Oh?”

He set the board gently down and looked at you running his fingers through your hair with a pained expression on his face. “It’s just that, you know with me leaving and everything and I’ll be gone so much longer this time that I thought maybe it would be a good idea to take a break.” His lips pressed together and he watched you carefully. You just stood up from the bed and looked at him before turning away to hide the tears.

“Oh.”

“(y/n) I mean I just think-”

“No I get it.” you grabbed your jacket from his floor and walked out the door mumbling goodbye, and that was the last you had heard from Harry Styles.

Present Day:

It had been a few months since the break up with Harry. At first you had taken it really hard but eventually you moved on with life and tried forgetting about the curly haired boy you once knew. “Hey beautiful.” Luke said wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Ready for the award show tonight?”You had only been dating Luke for around a month but it felt good, and he did make you really happy. Tonight 5 Seconds of Summer would be performing at the AMAs and Luke had invited you to be his date, which meant getting red carpet ready of course. You smiled and nodded.

“Of course I am!” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Im really excited to see you guys play.”

“Im really excited for you to watch us and for me to see you in this dress.” You rolled your eyes and laughed at him. Your dress had been specially designed. It was a sleek black dress with a slit up the side to show off your leg, and Luke had been eyeing it since you originally got fitted.

“Speaking of which” you grabbed the dress from his hand. “I need to actually get dressed so mind leaving?” He stuck his lip out and pretended to pout.

“I could help you get into the dress you know.” He wiggled his eyes and bit his lip.

“Oh I’m sure you could, but something tells me that I would end up with less clothes on then when we started..”

“I wouldn't complain..” his kissed your lips, lingering a little longer before you smiled and pushed him softly away.

“Go.” you laughed. “Before I change my mind and you miss your performance and the award show all together.”

“Anything for you.” he said with a wink. “I should probably be getting ready as well. See you soon beautiful.” He kissed your cheek once more before leaving the room. Your stylists luckily came in as he was exiting and sat you down in the chair.

You spent the next few hours getting ready. From getting into the gown, to getting hair, makeup, and nails all done. It was quite a process but the end goal was totally worth it. You spun in the mirror admiring yourself before heading out to meet Luke and the other guys. They were huddled in the corner by the car and all stopped dead when you walked over. Their mouths dropped and Luke stepped forward taking your hand and slowly spinning you. “(y/n)...uh” he stumbled while his face turned bright red. “You look absolutely stunning.” The other guys nodded their agreements and you smiled thanking them all before climbing into the limo after them.

You were nervous..you hadn't been on a red carpet since Harry and you didn't know what to expect from tonight. Luke held your hand tightly and squeezed, assuring you that everything would be perfect. He helped you out of the car and held onto your waist as the paparazzi flashed their cameras, pushing closer to ask questions and get the best shot. Luke looked forward and guided you to the next camera location and smiled kissing your cheek as you posed with a smile. You had taken nearly a hundred pictures with him when an interviewer came over asking for some news on their new album. You backed up, giving them space and watching with a smile as they teased new hints and what song they would be performing. You were about to join them when a guy with a camera stepped in front of you, causing you to stumble backwards and trip into the person behind you.

“Sor-” you stopped dead as you looked up into the face of person whose hand had stopped you from falling. Your eyes were looking into the emerald green eyes of none other than Harry Styles. Your heart was pounding and you shifted your feet taking a step back from him. Harry was surprised too. His eyes traveled your body slowly from head to toe, leading your face to turn a very dark red color. His eyes made their way back to yours and he smirked seeing the blush on your cheeks. “Sorry..” you awkwardly continued, trying to step back from him.

“(y/n)....” Harry breathed. “Uh- its, you look um” he stumbled with his words. You stumbled with your thoughts as you looked him up and down. He was wearing a white floral suit with a black button down shirt. His hair in soft curls. You could barely look away, he looked like a god. “You look-wow” he breathed out again. You shuffled away and looked down, he noticed and grabbed your hand again. “Look (y/n)..there’s something I’ve wanted to talk to you about...I just didn't know how to go about it..and Ive been meaning to call or text or just show up on your door ste-”

“Harry-”

“No seriously. Look I was an idiot. I never shouldve let you leave that night and I’m sorry for that. I just had some things going on and-”

“Please...Harry just stop.”

“No because I’m in love with you. I always have been..” He looked at you and stepped forward. You willed your legs to move but nothing happened except for your heart rate rising as he got closer. Luckily, Luke, Ashton, Calum and Michael had finally made their way over. Luke looked from you to Harry with a concerned gaze as he followed your hand that was resting in his. You awkwardly pulled it away and took Luke’s instead. Harry looked disappointed and then upset watching the exchange happen and you just looked at your feet.

“Everything okay?” Luke asked noticing the tension.

“Yeah, Harry had just stopped me from falling. I tripped over the guy with the camera.”

“You always are a clumsy one.” Luke laughed pulling you close. “Thanks for helping Harry, its always a pleasure.”

“Same to you guys. I look forward to seeing your performance tonight.” He said, his eyes leaving you and focusing on the group.

“Yeah it should be a good one, but we have to get going to sound check.” Luke turned to you, “Ready?” you nodded and he smiled kissing your nose and pulling you along. “See ya later Harry.” Harry didn’t answer, just watched with a murderous look in his eyes as Luke pulled you away.

You sat in a chair listening to sound check, or partly listening. Your mind had been stuck on Harry since the encounter and it was driving you to distraction. All of the emotions that you had shoveled way down after the breakup were making their way up to the surface. Hurt, confusion, disbelief, and lust. Did he love you, did he not? “(y/n)?” Luke asked concerned. You shook your head and looked at him.

“What?”

“We asked what you thought...”

“Oh...I thought you guys sounded great” you lied. You hadn’t actually listened to a thing they had just sung but your answer had satisfied them. He smiled and nodded taking the guitar and setting it down.

“Well then boys, we should probably get out to the awards then and find our seats.” You followed slightly behind the boys trying to get your brain focused on the show ahead, but when you came to your seats you were surprised to find Harry in the row directly behind yours.

“Well isn't this exciting.” he said looking at you with a devilish grin. “Just like old times right guys?” You thought you were going to be sick. No one else seemed to notice the tension or anxiety Harry had caused within you and you were grateful for that and annoyed. Luke should've been able to pick up on the shift... The awards started and luckily that meant no distractions..or so you thought. Harry touched you at every point he possibly could. A tap with his foot on your leg. His fingers brushing against your neck as he leaned forward to comment something to one of the boys. Every touch was driving you deeper into your thoughts and deeper into your feelings.

Luke seemed to finally notice something off so he put his arm around you, leaned in and whispered a “are you okay?” against your ear.

“Yeah, just a little hungry” you lied. He didn’t look fully convinced so you placed a kiss on his lips, earning a smile from him, and an angry look within Harry. Unfortunately the boys all had to leave to prepare for their performance. and get on stage, which meant you would be alone with Harry for the next 20ish minutes at least. You had wished the guys all good luck, hugging them tightly before they walked away. You then nervously settled into your chair as Harry walked around and took Luke’s seat.

“So. You and Hemmings?” Harry mumbled leaning extra close, his hand resting lightly on your thigh.

“Yeah.” you said distractedly, playing with the bracelet on your wrist and avoiding eye contact with him.

“When did that start?”

You looked up annoyed. “When do we break up again?” you said sarcastically. Harry also looked annoyed and he sat up straighter before leaning in closely again.

“So you just move on like that?” he said pointedly.

“Like what Harry?” he was getting a rouse out of you and he knew it.

“I just find it a little suspicious that you tell me you love me and then move on so quickly, that’s all.”

“Fuck you Harry.” He smirked and pressed on.

“Does Hemmings know about us? Does he know about how you felt, all the nights we spent together?”

You rolled your eyes. “Leave me alone Harry.”

“Ahh so he doesn't know which is why he didn’t seem to notice the reaction you had to me earlier.”

“How about you just go back to your seat now?” you ask but he has other plans. “And there was no reaction.”

“Now you never have been a good liar love. Are you going to tell him or should I?”

That led to the snap. You hadn’t mentioned Harry to Luke before because you didn't want questions about your feelings. You didn’t want the memories of him. You had kind of just assumed he already knew since it had been a public relationship in the past. Your eyes locked on his and you leaned in close. “Harry. I swear to god. Don’t you even dare. Its my relationship and I’ll decide when I want to tell him things about my past, so read my lips and leave me the fuck alone”

Harry grinned and whispered, “I thought you would never ask.” He pressed his lips to yours, cupping your cheeks with his hands and pulling your face closer. You reached up, your hands on his chest. You meant to push him off but he gently bit down on your lip and your body gave in. You moaned softly into the kiss and your hands knotted into his black shirt, wrinkling the once ironed fabric. Your brain was telling you no but everything else in your body was telling you yes. Harry’s kiss left goosebumps running up and down your body and when he pulled away, you were gasping for your breath while your body begged for more. Harry look satisfied with himself and sat up straighter with a smile on his face. “Tell me love, how's that kiss compare to the ones you have with Luke?” You groaned annoyed with him and scooted a seat away as the lights dimmed and the music played. The boys had chosen to perform Not in the Same Way, one of your favorite songs on their new album. You hummed along to the words, trying to ignore the very smug face Harry had sitting next to you. The words of the song really hit you differently at that moment. “I love you, you love me, but not in the same way.” Did you love Luke? Did you love Harry? Did either of them love you? There was so much you were confused on. The song ended and you hadn't really noticed. You were still distracted by the fact Harry was sitting near you, the smell of his cologne intoxicating you as if it were a drug. Your brain felt fuzzy and you were feeling off balance. Harry seemingly saying what you were thinking whispered, “He loves you, you love him but its not the same because you, my love, still love me.” Your mouth dropped open and you looked at him as he smiled before moving back to his seat, crossing his arms as he sat back down behind you. Luke and the guys made their way back over and you dramatically grabbed him, kissing him hard on the lips and giving Harry a look behind you. The other guys whistled and clapped Luke on the back before sitting down again.

“Did you like the show?” Luke asked with a smile.

You nodded, your brain was comparing the kisses. Harry’s was knee weakening. It made you want to drown in him forever. Luke’s was gentle and comforting. Everything going on in your brain was making you feel sick. “Uh I’m going to run to the bathroom” you told Luke who nodded and turned the other guys to talk about the performance. You stood up and wobbled grabbing the chair for support, causing Luke to turn to you with a look of concern.

“You okay?” he went to stand up and help you.

You stepped back. “I’m fine, just tripped.” You turned again, making a point to not look at Harry and walked out to find the bathroom. Once you made it to the bathroom, you gripped the edge of the sink and looked in the mirror. You had tears threatening to spill out of your eyes from frustration. You weren't even mad Harry had kissed you. You were mad that you had enjoyed it. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to never see him again. You looked up again and jumped when you saw Harry standing behind you in the mirror. You took a deep breath and slowly turned hissing “What are you doing in here?”

He sighed and looked at his feet. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay...you seemed a little off when you left.”

“And you had to come into the women's bathroom to do that? Aren't you a little worried someone will walk in and freak out?”

“I locked the door behind me. Its just me and you.” he stepped forward and ran his fingers across your cheek. You weren't sure how to feel about this situation and you tried to step away but your body willed you forward leaning into his touch. He sighed and opened his arms. Unwillingly you walked into them, your head against his chest and your arms tightening around his torso. “(y/n)...”

You shook your head and stepped away looking at him. “Please don’t Harry. I really can’t.”

“I can’t live without you anymore.”

“You seem to have done well the last few months without me.”

“You don't even know. I’ve been a disaster. The only thing keeping me from rushing to you was the fact that Louis and Liam talked me out of it. They said just to wait until tour was over. That there was no point to put stress on you while I was away. But then of course you had to go get yourself a new boyfriend.”

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t just continue to let the break up ruin my life. I’m sorry I found someone who actually wanted me.”

“I want you more than I want to breathe. I don't know what else I need to do to get that into your head.”

“There’s nothing you can-” Harry cut you off. His hands tugging you hard against him, his lips crashing into yours. His hands slid down your back and gently squeezed your ass. You didn't even pretend to not enjoy it and soon you were matching his energy. Your arms tangling up around his neck. He picked you up and sat you on the counter by the sink, his body between your legs. His tongue ran down your neck and your head tilted back in response. He continued down, pressing gentle kisses along the soft skin on your chest and he laughed softly. “What?” you asked partially annoyed and partially willing him to continue.

“I just wish this dress was easier to get off..” He kissed you again, biting your bottom lip and tugging before slipping his tongue into your mouth where it tangled with yours. The taste of Harry was overwhelming and what you had been missing more than anything. After another minute Harry pulled away, gasping for air. Your head leaning against his shoulder while catching your breath. He hugged your body tightly and your arms snaked around his ribs where you squeezed hard, hoping he would never let go. The two of you sat like that for a few minutes before Harry reluctantly pulled away. You looked at him and he looked back and smiled.

“What’s that look for?”

“You mean my smile?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m just happy I have you back. I feel like I can breathe normally again, I-”

You sighed and looked down. “Where do we go from here Harry? What happens next?”

“You break up with Hemmings.” “I can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because...it-it wouldn’t be fair to him.”

“And it’s fair for me to just sit back and let you walk away again, knowing how we both feel?”

“You pushed me away the first time Harry. Lets not forget who's fault that was.”

He shook his head. “I know. I know it was my fault, which is why I won't back down now. I don't care if it hurts him. I need you. Look I’ll give you till the end of the night.”

“Or what? You’ll tell him? That will hurt me too Harry you know that right?”

“Or I’ll leave. And you will never see me again.” Harry turned and walked out without looking back at you and your heart dropped as you were faced with the hardest decision you may have ever needed to make.

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Part 2

Hope you all like it! xoxo

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zairapvrker · 4 years

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Im so soft for tattoo kisses. Could you do one where Ashton has a bad day and the reader catches him off guard by beginning to softly kiss all of his tattoos? I feel like he’d get a little emotional with the amount of love that’s being shown to him after a long day. It’s okay if you don’t want to! You’re the best 5SOS writer I’ve found and all your writing is so good!

i’m incredibly soft for this concept, thank u for requesting and omg thanks, i don’t know about the best but it makes me so so happy that you like my work! 🥺💕 hope you’ll like what i came up with

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Ashton sighed heavily as he let his keys drop into the little bowl that sat on top of the drawer in the entrance of his apartment. He’d had a very long, hard day and he couldn’t wait for it to end. He also really looked forward to seeing you so you could brighten his day a little.

He smiled softly as he heard the clang produced by something falling to the ground, closely followed by your yelp of surprise.

He rounded the corner, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen and crossing his arms over his chest, watching you pick up one of the oven baking plates. “Shit” he heard you curse under your breath as you turned around, only to smile brightly at the sight of your boyfriend. “Hey, Ash!” you chirped brightly, making his heart feel a little less heavy. “I just put some cookies in the oven” you informed him, watching as he stepped closer to you to then engulf you in his embrace, holding you close.

As noiselessly as possible you put the oven plate on the kitchen island near you, then you let your arms sneak around Ashton’s neck, pulling him closer. You weren’t oblivious to the change in atmosphere, this hug different from the ones he usually gave you when coming home. You held him tighter, trying to lightly rock the both of you back and forth.

“You wanna go and wait for me on the couch?” you whispered against his chest. “I’ll be there in a second” he nodded in the crook of your neck, before making his way into the living room. You frowned a little, not happy about the fact that something was bringing Ashton down. As quickly as possible, you set the timer for the oven - not wanting to burn his apartment down - and pulled off the apron, abandoning it on the kitchen island.

When you got to the couch you found your boyfriend sprawled out on it with his eyes closed. Sighing quietly, your heart hurting at the thought of Ashton being upset, you layed on top of him. Your legs were intertwined in a mess of limbs and it took less than a second for him to wrap his arms around your middle, holding you close. Your head was resting on his chest, your cheek pressed up against it, as you started playing with his soft curls. He hummed, content with your touch.

Slowly you let your hand softly run down his face, your fingers tracing his skin ever so lightly, then to his neck, until they were sliding down his arm. You got ahold of his hand, bringing it in front of your face and started peppering kisses on his tally tattoo, then one on each of the three moons up until the star on the inside of his bicep. Then was the rose and the late late one - which made you smile.

Ashton had opened one of his eyes, looking at you in awe, when you caught his gaze and smiled at him softly. You motioned for him to sit up with you and he complied, intrigued. Ending up on his lap as his back rested on the back pillows, you took his left hand in yours gently manouvering it so you could leave soft kisses on his heart tattoo, then the moons once again and the snake.

He hadn’t been expecting this, it had completely caught him off guard in the best way possible. Ashton’s heart was melting, overwhelmend with the amount of love you were showing him. He found it in him to even smile as you let his arm fall gently to his side, picking up his face in between your hands to leave a sweet peck on his lips, before pulling it to rest on your chest so you could continue your trail of kisses to the California Condor on the back of his neck.

When you were done he lifted his head to look at you, as your hands still played with the ends of his hair. His eyes were a little glassy with tears, a side effect of all the love this beautiful gesture had sparked in him. Ashton pulled you closer, his hands delicate on your waist, as he let his forehead rest against yours. You noticed how a lonely tear rolled down his cheek and you were quick to kiss it dry.

“I love you” he murmured, his heart content although still heavy. You left a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I love you too”

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mulletcal · 4 years

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make up for all of your tears -- dad!cal blurb

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of violence

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Calum always liked to think of himself as an involved dad - as soon as he found out that not only you’d be having not one, but two babies, he began reading every book and article he could about pregnancy, especially with twins.

He never delved too deep into reading the debates about the ‘right’ way to raise your kids though, knowing that it was more up to the two of you to discuss, rather than have strangers on the internet weigh in on whether or not snuggling your baby too much was a thing.

When Kaia and Maia were born, Calum forgot everything he had read, rather lost by just watching his babies all day. Every little coo, cry, or gurgle that would emit from the pair, Calum would sigh softly, a look of adoration in his eyes.

“Baby, you need to eat something, please,” You begged, massaging his shoulders, smirking a little when his eyes slipped shut.

“What if I miss something?”

“The most you’ll miss is one of them spitting up all over my lap, I’m sure,” You reassured, kissing his forehead, “I made you up a plate, it’s in the microwave.”

Calum yawned, muttering a small thank you as he got up and kissed your temple. You occupied his seat when he moved, your fingers grazing softly over the soft skin on their chunky little legs. “You guys are gonna be the most well protected children ever, I swear.”

From that moment, Calum eased up a bit - he still hovered so he didn’t miss a thing, but it wasn’t so bad that he sat by their cribs day and night.

When they had just passed the year mark, they began to walk - Kaia was the first, ever the go getter, and Maia was more hesitant to take the fateful first steps, but Kaia gave her a little boost. On a day to day basis Calum was stunned at how the two could communicate without words, Kaia just knowing the things that Maia needed and vice versa.

You had invited the boys over for a barbeque, it was the first truly nice day in a couple weeks - the LA heat making the summer days unbearable and difficult to be outside for too long. But as the fall weather crept in, sitting outside was more frequent, calling for a gathering.

The girls were in the yard with the dogs, occasionally using Petunia’s large frame to pull themselves up so they could walk a few steps - either to each other or another dog, enjoying throwing sticks for them all to chase. Calum kept watch on them out of the corner of his eye as he fried up the veggie burgers for everyone. He was aware of the fact that you were also watching them, but that didn’t make his concern any less apparent.

Of course, as soon as he turned his back disaster would strike. Calum was just putting the patties on a plate when he heard a loud cry, almost dropping the plate of food when he did. Setting down the plate, he was across the yard faster than he had ran in his life, scooping Maia up in his arms.

“My sweet baby, are you okay?” Calum cooed, holding the girl close to him as she cried into his neck.

“I think she tripped on one of the sticks, I couldn’t get to her quick enough,” You pouted, petting her hair, her grip on Calum’s shirt only tightening.

“Where does it hurt love, can you show Dada?” While Calum rubbed her back, Maia pulled her face back, her lower lip was wobbling and she motioned to the scratch on her arm. It wasn’t bleeding, but the skin was broken ever so slightly. “Want Dada to kiss it better?”

You watched as Calum placed gentle kisses along her arm, all the way up to her face, proceeding to cover her chubby cheeks in kisses until she was giggling. You could see that Calum was still panicked from the fall, but at the very least he was smiling now that Maia seemed cheered up.

“Dada’s kisses always make the boo-boos better, huh?” You said softly, brushing your thumbs against her tear stained cheeks.

After that, it was not only decided that they weren’t allowed to play fetch with the dogs until they were older, but also that Calum’s kisses had healing powers.

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Calum never let his girls forget their routine - even as they got older, anytime their hurt themselves Calum would make them come over to him so he could place a soft kiss wherever their injury was, and deemed it all better (also after helping them clean and bandage it, of course).

The girls would roll their eyes as he did it, but it never failed to bring a smile to their lips.

One day when the girls had turned 14, Ashton was over at Calum’s for coffee when the girls came bursting through the door, Kaia supporting Maia’s hand in her own.

“Maia, what’s the matter with your hand?” Calum asked, his brows furrowing in concern.

“It’s noth-” She started, but Kaia cut her off.

“She broke her finger because she punched someone,” Kaia deadpanned, bringing Maia over so she could show the two men her hand.

Calum’s jaw dropped - his little girl punched someone? He thought he had raised her better than that, than violence. “Maia Elise we don’t punch people, are you kidding?” He took one look at her finger before rifling through the drawers for the finger splint he knew they had.

“He deserved it, he wasn’t listening when Kaia said no,” Maia mumbled, wincing when she tried to straighten her finger. Her brown curls were falling from the braids she had done that morning, but it was the least of her concerns as she blew them from her forehead.

Calum and Ashton both paused, turning to look at the two girls. “I’m sorry, what? What was he trying to do?” Ashton asked, jaw set when he heard the injured girl speak.

Kaia ran her fingers through her hair, sighing and taking a seat beside Ashton at the table, “He asked me if I wanted to go to the movies and I said no, but he put his arm around me and kept asking and didn’t listen when I asked him not to put his arm around me.”

Calum was experiencing extremely conflicting emotions about it - on the one hand he was angry and upset that someone put their hands on his baby girl after she had said no, and on the other he was proud that Maia - the typically shy, reserved one - wasn’t afraid to stand up to someone for her sister.

“Okay well - I’m glad you’re alright first of all, maybe we should go address your principal -”

“Happened off school grounds, Pops, they’ll tell you there’s nothing they can do,” Maia frowned, glancing over to Kaia who just shrugged, knowing she was right.

“Alright well, if this ever happens again - which I hope it won’t because I’d hope that he’s learned his lesson. But if it does, can you please go to your principal instead of punching someone?” Calum huffed, sliding the splint onto Maia’s finger carefully and fastening it into place.

“Yes dad, we promise.” Came the simultaneous reply. Maia was about to walk away when Calum gasped dramatically, causing everyone to turn to look at him.

“Have you forgotten? How could you!” He placed his hand against his forehead, the other going to cover his heart.

Rolling her eyes, as Calum had expected, she walked back and held her hand to Calum’s lips. Grinning, Calum placed a soft kiss to his daughter’s injured finger, and then one to her cheek which caused her to smile.

They may get older, but they’ll never be too old for their dad.

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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Fireworks--Luke&Lily&Posy Special

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a/n: I know celebrating the 4th is redundant, especially now, but I’ve had this in my head since last night and Luke and Lily are my comfort characters. So this is just a little special day with them and the guys. Enjoy :)

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Word count: 1.3k

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Lily woke up super excited on July 4th because she knew she’d get to see fireworks later today after having hot dogs and red, white and blue popsicles. She’s too small to understand the meaning of the holiday but is old enough to understand that she gets to spend the day with her family, her daddy and Ella and all of her uncles.

For breakfast, she begs to have blueberry pancakes while she pokes Posy’s cheeks to make her giggle in her highchair. Luke happily makes his sweet girls blueberry pancakes, he even adds strawberries for a smiley face and whipped cream for hair to get the full effect of the red white and blue aesthetic.

After breakfast, you help the girls get dressed in their red and blue dresses while Luke packs up Posy’s diaper bag, your swim bags and all the snacks you’re bringing along to Calum’s house. It’s his turn to host the festivities this year and Lily is excited to swim with Duke in the pool.

“Look, dada!” Lily exclaims running downstairs in her outfit. Luke can’t help but smile, she looks adorable with her hair in pigtails held together by red, white and blue ribbon paired nicely with her red dress and white sandals.

“You look very pretty, my sweet,” he grins, bending down holding up her small hand. “Now I see why you wanted blue nails.”

“It matches my ribbon!” she points to her pigtails and Luke laughs just as you and Posy descend the stairs.

You’re wearing a simple white sundress with a red ribbon cinched around the waist, accompanied with red lipstick. You look dazzling and Posy is situated on your hip but she’s in a blue dress with a large, red flowered headband. You’re all so pretty it makes Luke ache with love.

“I have the most beautiful girls in the world,” he smiles, rising from his spot on the ground to kiss your cheek. He doesn’t want to mess up your pretty lips. Then he kisses Posy’s chipmunk cheek.

“Thanks babe,” you smile, “is everything packed?”

“Yeah, I’ll go change then we can go,” he kisses your cheek again loving the smell of your lotion and perfume. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you today.

When he’s changed into white shorts and a nice blue button-down shirt, you’re all out the door to Calum’s house. Music and chatter pull you into his backyard where he has a large canopy setup with tables of food and drinks. The pool has floaties and toys drifting along the top and Duke comes sprinting your way.

Lily is the first one to run to him, touching the bow he has fastened around his neck.

“Look mama! We match!” she giggles.

“There’s my girl!” Calum grins making his way over from the grill. Lily screams in excitement as he lifts her into his arms, she’s quick to show him her ribbons and her nails.

“Hey guys,” Cory walks up with Ella next to him, both of them holding beers in their hands. “Hi Posy, you look pretty in your flower.” he rubs at her cheek which causes her to giggle.

Ashton heads over next, eyes lit up when he sees Posy.

“There’s my Princess!” he coos at her and she reaches for her uncle. You hand her off with a smile as Ashton kisses her cheeks. “What a pretty baby, you are, huh? Hey gorgeous,” he greets you next with a kiss to the cheek.

“Hi Ash,” you giggle.

“Paws off, mate,” Luke jokes.

The afternoon is spent with laughter and catching up. You’re always so thankful that the guys are more than willing to spend time with your girls giving you and Luke a bit of alone time. You both keep your eye on your girls at all times, there’s never really a break from parenting but you love to watch them interact with their uncles.

Lily is currently in the pool with Cal who keeps catching her as she jumps off the ledge. Ashton is laid out on a large blanket under another canopy tent playing with Posy as she chews on her teething rings or her other toys spread on the blanket. His and her giggles reach you and Luke and fills you with glee.

When it’s time to eat, Lily eats her hot dog happily while Posy sits in Luke’s lap eating her own cut up hot dog and fruit. Not long after, she started to get a little fussy and squirmy in her daddy’s arms. Her face twisting in a tearless cry.

“Is it too hot out?” Ashton asked worriedly. He loves his niece and hates to see her upset.

“No,” you hum running your palm over her cheeks and forehead feeling her, she’s not too warm. “It’s a little past her naptime.”

“I’ve still got Lily’s bed in the guest room if you want to put her down,” Calum suggests stealing a blueberry from Lily’s place. She giggles and steals a chip from his plate.

“Thanks,” Luke situates Posy into his arms but she’s still wriggling. “It’s okay, sweetheart, we’ll go for a nap, okay?” He kisses her temple then rises from his chair, he looks down at you, “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting. Nigh-night Posy,” you kiss her hand quickly before Luke heads inside to the air conditioned house. Her cries are silenced as soon as the sliding door shuts.

After Posy’s nap, it’s dinner time where you all eat more hot dogs and burgers and Lily is sitting in Calum’s lap eating her red, white and blue popsicle waiting for the fireworks. The juice from the popsicle drips onto Calum’s hand but he doesn’t mind, he’s too busy taking photos with Lily.

You brought sound canceling headphones for Posy and put them on as soon as a warning firework went off in the sky. Lily screams in excitement but Posy squeezes herself to you and has a tight grip on Luke’s finger. You rub her back, humming softly to her knowing the vibrations in your chest will calm her down.

Then the show really begins. Reds, blues, greens and yellows explode in the night sky. Some are large and some are small bursts of light, the boom shakes your chest. Luke has his arm around you giving you soft kisses to your cheek then to your ear.

“Luke,” you giggle from the tickling sensation of his lips, “what are you doing?”

“You’re my favorite firework, lovie,” he breathes, lips nibbling on your earlobe.

“Save it for later, Hemmings,” you roll your eyes but turn your head so you can give him a proper kiss.

When the fireworks show has ended, Posy has fallen asleep in your arms and Michael pulled out the sparklers he bought. He made sure Lily knew where to hold it so she wouldn’t burn her hand. Luke held it with her, he could tell she was nervous and Cory had his phone out and ready. When Michael lit the tip of the sparkler and it sparks with light, Lily’s eyes go wide and her mouth opens in awe.

“Pretty!” she shouts causing everyone to laugh. Luke waves her hand gently and she’s mesmerized by the movement.

When it burns out, she wants another one right away, and she makes sure she does a sparkler with everyone.

Lily ends up falling asleep on Cory’s lap around the fire and one look at Luke you both agree it’s time to get your two girls home. Cory transfers Lily to Luke’s arms with a quick goodnight/goodbye kiss. Lily and Posy shift a little in their car seats but are still out like a light.

Both girls are tucked into bed and you and Luke are finally alone in your room. You push him onto the bed straddling him as you kiss him deeply. His hands bunch up the white skirt of your dress, fingers tickling your thighs.

“Baby, you’re a firework,” he hums and you smile against his lips.

“Are you gonna make me go, oh, oh...oh!” you gasp when his fingers sink into you.

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loverofmine5sos · 4 years

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Im Sorry - Ashton Irwin

Pairing: Y/N x Ashton

Summary / Notes: You and Ashton get in a huge argument, but make up. This might be a little bit triggering to some.

Warnings: Mentions of fighting, Mentions of anxiety, Swearing, Mentions of past truama.

Words: 1.3k

Authors notes: This one honestly made me sad, I could never see Ash being like this. I got this idea at random which also inspired another idea for a future imagine so look out for that! Any suggestions for future blurbs/imagines? Let me know! .

It had been a fairly calm day, not much going on. Ashton had been at the studio all day, leaving you home alone with not much to do.

You cleaned the whole house, watched tv, and did basically everything you could. At this moment you were laying in yours and Ashtons dimly lit bedroom.

It was around 10 pm, making the bedroom dark. The only thing giving off light in the room was the tv playing some random tv show, as you scrolled on twitter.

All of a sudden you heard the front door open, and slamming shut. You jumped at the sudden loudness, and decided to walk downstairs to see why Ashton was being so loud.

You knew it was him who had opened the door because nobody else would have. You slowly walked down the stairs of the house, walking into the hallway that led to the front door.

“Ashton?” You say looking up at him as he takes off his jacket and shoes. “Hm?” He says looking down at you, and you immediately smelled the alcohol on his breath.

“I thought you weren’t doing that anymore” you sigh loudly and see his eyes go dark. “Doing what?” He spat back and rolled his eyes, moving past you walking into the living room.

He sat on the couch and huffed. “Doing this ashton! Get home from the studio, drunk as fuck, and then sit and roll your eyes at me all night!” You say loudly following him to the living room couch.

“Why’s it your problem what I do anyways!” He yells back obviously a lot louder than you. Your expression immediately changes, from being mad to scared. “Im just looking out for your health” you say quietly looking at the ground.

“It’s my own concern! You’re so clingy!” He stands up getting closer to you. This wasn’t the first time this happened. Ash wasn’t the type to fight, but often got very bad when you did. Him being intoxicated didn’t help the situation.

You hated when you both argued, it hurt you. You love Ashton with all of your heart and hate to see him upset at you. Not to mention yelling brought you back to past situations, with other people, and caused you extreme anxiety.

“I-I-“ you start to speak softly, stuttering. But immediately get cut off by Ashtons loud voice. “Don’t even start with your fucking excuses!” He yells out loudly.

“T-They’re not ex-excuses” you say, but soon realizing that will upset him more. He sighs loudly and walks closer to you. You slowly back up, soon hitting the wall behind you.

“Really? Because I think they are” he says in a deep tone. He gets even closer to you, but you can’t move back any further. You can feel his hot breath above you as he stands so close to you, that he’s almost pressed up against you.

“I d-don’t understand why are y-you being like this! Im just looking our f-for you!” You say trying not to stutter but still end up stuttering a lot. “Because! All you do is talk! Ashton this and Ashton that!” He says loudly making you jump.

“You’re so fucking concerned about me just leave me the hell alone! Im a fucking adult and can make my own decisions!” He says even louder.

You start breathing heavier. His yelling was scaring you. You had never in your life been scared of Ashton, but in this moment he seemed absolutely terrifying. He was never this loud with you.

You could tell he hadn’t drunk much because he wasn’t stumbling or slurring his words. Meaning this all, was genuinely coming from him. You felt him grab your wrist bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Im sorry” you said starting to tear up. You didn’t mean for this all to happen, you just wanted the argument to be over. You were breathing extremely heavy still, causing you to start shaking.

“It doesn’t seem like it!” He yells again, causing you to whimper. “God damn stop acting like this!” He says, implying he was mad you were shaking and crying.

“I-I can’t help it” you say ending up crying harder. Ashton knew you couldn’t control your anxiety. He rolls his eyes at you grabbing your wrist harder and not letting go. He didn’t realize that he was hurting you.

“S-stop!” You cried sliding down the wall, unable to support your weight anymore from crying. He let go if your wrist finally and let out a loud sigh making you gulp loudly.

You didn’t want him to yell anymore, you knew if he yelled any more you would be sent into a full blown anxiety attack and you just couldn’t deal with it. All you wanted was sweet ash back, loving you, cuddling you, and not yelling at you.

You were crying so bad you didn’t notice him back away a little. “You know what? Im done” he says loudly grabbing his phone and walking out of your guys’ house. You immediately knew he was going to the bar to probably forget about his stress.

You continued crying, alone. After almost 30 minutes you heard the front door. Thinking it was Ashton, you stayed silent. You didn’t want to upset him more.

All of a sudden you see Michael walk into the living room. As soon as he saw you he came over pulling you onto his lap. “Shh what happened?” He says holding you tightly noticing your tear stained cheeks.

Your cheeks were now a dark shade of red from crying. You look up at him trying not to cry. “Wh-why are you here?” You say quietly. “Ashton called.. all he told me was to come over here by you” Michael said and picked you up bringing you over to the couch.

It was normal for you and him to be this close, seeing as he’s your best friend. After a few seconds you finally could answer. “W-we got in a fight” you sighed.

You and ashton hadn’t fought for months, until today. Michael’s face turns to a frown and holds you. “He cares” Michael said keeping you tight in his grip.

“He thinks I’m clingy” you mumble putting your face into Mikey’s chest. “He wanted me to make sure you were okay though. He really does care, he cried to me on the phone y/n” he said letting his grip loosen.

“What do you mean?” You say looking up at him. “He called me as soon as he left the house. He didn’t say what the situation was.. but he was crying, he kept mentioning all he wanted was you to be okay, and how he fucked up badly. then before he hung up was to check on you” He says sighing.

“W-where is he?” You say hoping Michael knows where he is. “He said he was taking a walk, I’m gonna stay until he comes home okay?” Michael says setting you on the couch next to him.

You nod and lay your head on his lap. You didn’t notice yourself fall asleep until you woke up, hearing Ashton walk in the front door crying, and not seeing Michael.

You sat up and went to hug him. Eventually he calmed down and started to talk. “I-I’m so sorry” he stuttered out. “It’s okay” you mumble with your head on his shoulder.

“It’s not.. I upset you, I hurt you, i’m such a bad boyfriend” he says starting to tear up. “Im okay ash” you said kissing his cheek gently. “Why?” He asks not understanding how you could still love him or be okay after that.

“Because.. I love you a lot.. I know you would never do something to actually hurt me” you sigh letting go of him finally.

“Let me make it up to you” he says sniffling looking down at you. “You don’t have-“ you start to say but he cuts you off. “I want to, and im gonna” he says wiping his eyes.

You nod and follow him to your shared bedroom, where he definitely ends up making up for it.

#5sos #michael clifford #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #5sos4 #5sos imagines #5sos imagine #5sos blurb #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin blurb

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bi-hippie5 · 4 years

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Blonde Curls |Luke|

Description: Luke leaves Charlotte two years ago not knowing she was pregnant. Then he runs into her best friend at an interview.

Notes: I was thinking of turning this into a longer series but I just ended up with this

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Luke can admit that press can be fun but after a full week of it he’s ready to take a nap and not wake up for a couple of days. Luckily the band was on their last radio interview of the day and he was that much closer to crawling into bed.

“Welcome boys we are so excited to have you, Jasmine is just finishing up her current interview and we can set up soon” one of the employees of the radio station explained as they all take a seat on the couches set outside the room. This was a new interview they hadn’t done in the past so they didn’t really know what to expect. He had heard that the radio show was pretty new but was probably one of the most popular ones in the area.

They only had to wait for maybe ten more minutes before the door opened louds laughs filled the waiting area. People exit saying thank you and going their own ways before Luke's eyes land on a very familiar face. It's not the face that haunts him at night but of the one person that probably hates him just as much.

“Shit” Luke whispers under his breath as Jasmine walks out to meet the boys before the interview. He wanted to run and hide right now as his ex-girlfriend's best friend is shooting daggers at him while giving quick hugs to his other band mates. Ashton looks over to check on him since he was the only one that had the chance to meet her before.

“Luke” she mumbles, not even bothering to get closer to him as the other two boys look at him confused.

“It’s been a long time Jasmine” he laughs awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck as her gaze only gets harsher.

“Two years actually” she corrects him and it stings more than it should as she turns her back to him. Her tone is completely different with the other boys as she brings them into the room with Luke trailing behind. Charlotte hasn’t left his mind since the day he got scared and walked away. He hasn’t been able to be serious with anyone else since and he knows that it's all his fault. But, now seeing Jasmine makes the pain come right to the surface. Jasmine was Charlotte’s best friend since middle school, she was the first friend she introduced him to. At the time they had hit it off great laughing and having fun. They had gotten pretty close actually since Charlotte had the biggest impacts on both of their lives.

The whole interview he can feel how awkward it was. Jasmine didn’t really talk to him at all directing all of her questions to the other three. He wasn’t upset about it since so much was running through his mind. No one can blame her for hating him because what happened would make anyone look like a jerk. Charlotte and Luke had been together for four years and lived together for two of those years. They were happy and everything was perfect, at least that's what she thought. Luke wasn’t sure exactly happened but one day it just got real, this was it for him like Charlotte was the one he wanted to spend his life with. But, everyone kept bringing up marriage and asking when he would propose and he got freaked out. One day he got back to the apartment before she did and completely left only leaving a note that said ‘I’m sorry i can’t do this right now.’ He regrets it to this day, what was he thinking.

After the interview was over he told the boys to not wait for him as he hung back. It had been two years but that was too long and needed to see her and fix it.

“Jasmine please just tell me where she is” he begged once they were left alone. Jasmine knew she couldn’t physically hurt him but the looks she gave him would have to do.

“Why should I tell you fucker, you left her and never turned back. You didn’t have to pick up the pieces” she spit at him poking hard at his chest.

“Please I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind the last two years i need to make it right”

“It's not gonna happen buddy she moved on and picked herself up she doesn't need you” Jasmine laughs at him turning away and walking into her office slamming the door in his face. Luke stood in the hallway feeling like such a dumbass. He should have just stayed in the apartment that day till she got home and they could talk through his fears.

“I know where she is” Ashton says from behind him. When they were together Charlotte had developed a nice friendship with Ashton. He was so disappointed when Luke told them what had happened and the terrible choices he had made. But just because they broke up doesn’t mean he was gonna break his friendship with the girl and has kept in touch this whole time. Luke was his best friend but there was one small thing that stopped him from telling him where she was this whole time, and his name was Landon.

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“Have a good night Claire” Charlotte waved at her coworker as she headed out of the salon leaving her to close up. Everything was in its place already; it was just some sweeping to finish before her mom arrived. She set her phone down at one of the stations hitting play on the music before grabbing the broom.

Luke could see her through the window of the door as she danced around the salon with a broom in her hand. She looked good, like really good wearing black ripped jeans and a nice black cropped sweater. Her blonde hair was shorter, now up to her shoulders and a bit more silver but she was still as beautiful as ever. He paced outside for a few minutes before working up the courage to finally walk inside. The bells on the door alerting his presents but she didn’t look up.

“I’m sorry we are closed, we open at 10 tomorrow if you want to make an appointment” her sweet voice fills his ears after so long. Just hearing her voice and seeing her it's like finally taking a deep breath of fresh air.

“Charlie” he whispers, finally finding his voice again. Her body stiffened at that voice, it's the one she heard on the radio and the tv but also haunts her at night.

“I’m sorry but we are closed” she doesn’t dare to turn around to look at him because if she does it will hurt more and give her mind new material to fester over.

“I wasn’t really looking to get a haircut unless it’s like that time you made me sit in the bathroom so that you could practice. I told you most girls don’t cut hair in just their underwear, seems kind of dangerous” he chuckled taking a few steps towards her. She still doesn’t move because she thought this would never happen, he left. He didn’t want anything to do with her anymore but now he’s here, at her work and she honestly didn’t know how this could get worse.

But of course it does, the chimes of the door sound against but this time she knew who it was. She finally turns around but refuses to look at him but instead at her confused mother standing in the doorway, a small sleeping two year old in her arms.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but your father has the car running” she’s staring Luke down like a mother lion ready to kill her next meal for her children and Charlotte kind of fears for Luke. He knows that looking at her mother will be worse than the reaction he got from Jasmine earlier today. However, his eyes are glued to the small figure in her arms, he looked so peaceful with his thumb in his mouth. Long eyelashes resting on his soft skin and those blonde curls he couldn't understand.

Charlotte walks past him grabbing her son from her mom. He stirs a bit but wraps his arms around her neck falling right back to sleep. She kisses her mother's cheek before placing the diaper bag down on one of the chairs.

“Let me know when you get home please” she gives her another hug and kisses both her daughter and grandson. She doesn’t even acknowledge Luke walking right past him and back into the waiting car outside. Luke can’t even imagine the reaction her protective father will have once she tells him.

Charlotte adjusts Landon in her arms before heading past Luke to grab the rest of her belongings so that she can leave before he starts asking questions.

“Charlie what is going on please look at me” his voice is softer this time and closer and she knew that he was right behind her. Letting out the breath she was holding finally turning to make eye contact with the man that broke her heart. Luke's eyes are still trained on the toddler because the curls alone gives it away, That had to be his son. “How old is he?”

“Two” she whispers softly and it was like a knife into his heart. There was no doubt in his mind that the small boy was his. Charlotte was never the girl to cheat on him and the time line adds up to perfectly.

“He’s mine and you didn’t tell me” his voice raises a little bit with the mix of emotions that were going through his body. If she was pregnant why didn’t she tell him or the fact that there is a small person on this earth that was a mix of both of them.

“Luke I can't do this with you right now” she's walking away from him. “It’s been such a long day and I need to get Landon home” he follows her outside of the salon and towards the parking lot.

“Please don’t walk away from me, can we please just talk about this because im 100% sure that is my son” she stops trying to calm her breathing slowly rubbing Landon back trying to remind herself to not yell.

“Don’t walk away from you, please tell me your kidding because if I can remember you left me not the other way around” They stand in pure silence just staring at each other. Luke didn’t know what to say because she was right, always right. “I need to go home and think Luke, I’ll have Ashton send you my address and you can come over tomorrow okay?” he nods agreeing not wanting to make her anymore upset.

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He’s nervous, standing in front of the apartment the address leads him to. His palms are sweating as he wipes them against his jeans fixing his hair and shirt before knocking on the white door. No one ever explains how to act when you officially meet your son for the first time. Mostly when the mother is someone he hasn’t been able to get out of his head even though it's his fault he's in this position. Charlie opens the door a few seconds after and Luke almost passes out. She’s just so damn beautiful with a yellow sundress flowing around her figure, hair half pulled back.

“Mommy” a little voice cries followed by soft footsteps. Landon comes crying behind her immediately noticing Luke standing at the door. His eyes get big and run over to his mother grabbing onto her legs to hide behind.

“Sorry he can be kind of shy” she apologizes as Landon lets out a sniffle looking up to look suspicious at who this strange man is.

“Hi I’m Luke” he gets down on his level making eye contact with the little boy.

“I Landon” he mumbles

“It's nice to meet you Landon, I really like your hair it's kind of like mine” that peaks Landon’s attention as he moves a little bit closer still keeping his hand on his mother just in case. Landon loves his hair, poor little thing cried his eyes out when Charlotte tried to give him a trim a week weeks back.

“Do you like dinosaurs?” Landon asks with the brightest eyes. Luke nods which results in a big smile from the small boy as he grabs his fingers dragging him into the apartment. He leads him into a small play room that is full of different toys and activities. Landon shows Luke his large collection of dinosaur toys having to show him each of them even imitating some of the noises for him.

Charlotte's heart was so full watching the two boys interact so sweetly. It was never her intention to keep Landon away from Luke; she really was gonna tell Luke about being pregnant. But when she came home and he was gone she just assumed he wanted nothing to do with her and wouldn’t want this baby. She was already so heart broken and couldn’t handle another regrection if he truly didn’t want to have a baby with her.

She let them play for a while, busying herself with some cleaning that needed to be done. Working and having a wild two year old made it kind of difficult to keep everything organized and put together.

“Mommy” Landon yells running into the kitchen with the biggest smile basically bouncing in his spot under her. “Can Luke come play all the time” Luke stands behind him leaning against the wall with a smile that matches his son his whole face glowing. Landon had never asked about having a dad not fully understanding but Charlotte knew that she would have to explain it at some point. Luke and her had a lot to work through but she wasn’t gonna keep him from having a relationship with his son.

“Of course buddy, but can I tell you something?” she picks him up placing him on her hip as he nods. “Luke is actually your daddy which means he's gonna be around all the time to take care of you”

“And play?” both parents laugh at the little boy.

“Yes and play would that be okay?” Landon shakes his head so fast putting his arms out for Luke to take him. He’s fast gathering the boy into his arms and hugging him to his chest.

“Charlie I’m so sorry I was just scared and didn’t know what I was thinking. But now I know that all I want is you and him and a family. You were always going to be my forever and I know we have things to work on but I’m here to fight for you, for both of you” tears were building up in both of their eyes. No words were needed as she makes her way over to the love of her life and son pressing her lips to his. They had a lot to work on but this was forever and no one was going anywhere.

#luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos preference #5sos preferences #5sos one shot #luke hemming one shot

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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First Day Blues

Summary: Mason starts kindergarten.

A/N: Since real first days of school are in the process of happening, let’s back track a bit to Vanessa’s pregnant days with the twins to find out what happened when Mason started kindergarten (and calling her “Mom” instead of “Momma”). Also using the picture with the twins because it’s a better representation of Mason and Bailey’s ages even though Vanessa is only pregnant with the twins at this point, so just deal with it my dudes.

Word Count: 1.5k

And away, and away we go!

Mason proudly held up a backpack with a green holographic T-rex on it. This one!

“That’s the backpack you want?” Vanessa asked.

The little boy nodded frantically before something caught his eye, causing him to let out an excited gasp of air. “Mom!” he screeched, grabbing the matching lunchbox.

“Mom?” Vanessa repeated. “Sweet boy, I’m Momma.”

Mason just chuckled. That’s what I called you, silly.

“Oh… I don’t think I like this anymore…”

I can’t have the dinosaurs? Mason asked, his lower lip sticking out.

“You can have the dinosaurs, Mase. C’mon, put it in the cart and then we’ll go look at the clothes.”

Yay! Thank you, Mom! He grinned widely, showing off a mouth still full of baby teeth, before hugging her leg, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

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“And they lived happily ever after,” Ashton read, before closing the book shut. “Alright, now off to bed. You got a big day tomorrow, Mase. Do you know what tomorrow is?”

Mason nodded, pointing over at his backpack.

“That’s right! You have school in the morning. C’mon, Bai. Say g’night to Mase, and let’s go get you in your own bed.”

“I go too, Papa?” Bailey asked.

“Yes, you’re going to bed, too.”

“No! With Mase amorro!”

“No, sweet girl,” Vanessa answered. “You don’t go to school yet. Next year though. With Mimi.”

The small girl’s face twisted. “I want to!” she wailed, starting to cry.

“Bailey…” Mason winced, covering his ears.

“I got her,” Ashton told Vanessa before picking Bailey up off of Mason’s bed and hugging her to him. “Shh, it’s alright,” he started to soothe, walking out of the room.

Mason frowned. I didn’t say night…

“Papa’ll be back. Bailey’s just upset right now. She wants to go to school with you.”

She’s little, Mom. She can’t go to school.

“We know that. But Bailey doesn’t. She’ll be okay, though.”

Mason nodded in understanding before snuggling down in his blankets. I’m tired.

“That means you’ll sleep really good,” she told him, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Night, sweet boy. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you.”

“Mom,” he answered back. I love you.

She gave his forehead one more kiss before getting up and leaving the room, catching Ashton in the hallway. “She still upset?”

He shrugged, rubbing at his neck. “I think part of it is she’s just overtired. I had just put her down for her nap when the guys came over earlier.”

“Oh, so she didn’t nap like at all then?”

“Not really, no. How’s Mase?”

“Poor girl… He’s good. Waiting for you though.”

Ashton nodded. “Meet you in the room?”

Vanessa checked the time on her phone. “Still a little early. Find something crappy on TV downstairs?”

He ducked down to kiss her. “Meet ya in 5.”

Bailey was already out like a light when Vanessa went to tuck in the two year old. “Night, sweet girl. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you,” she whispered softly, kissing her daughter’s forehead.

She could still hear Ashton and Mason whispering softly from Mason’s room when she stepped back into the hallway, leaving Bailey’s door open just a crack. “Papa,” Mason yawned.

“I love you too, bud. Sweet dreams.”

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“Dad?” Mason asked in confusion, pointing out the car window to where Finn was leaning against his car with Mia.

“Yeah, Daddy wanted to see you on your first day of school,” Vanessa explained as Ashton parked besides Finn.

“Daddy!” Bailey cried, running to her father the minute her feet hit the pavement.

“Baby girl!” Finn crouched to accept her hug, lifting her up in his arms. “What’s wrong, Mase?” he asked his son who stood frozen in place between Ashton and Vanessa.

“Dad…” he said in a low, scared whisper.

Finn looked over at Vanessa in silent question, who shrugged in response. “Are we scared, Mase?”

Mason nodded. A little. What if I don’t like it?

Mia squatted down to Mason’s level. “Remember in my class how we talked about trying new things? Even if they seem a little scary?”

I don’t have to like it, but I have to try first.

“Exactly. And look,” Mia gestured around at Ashton, Bailey, Finn, and Vanessa. “We’re all gonna be right here with you. Have we ever let anything bad happen?”

Mason shook his head. No. Will you be with me all day?

“No. We’re all gonna go to work. But, I’ll be right down the hall from you all day. And when school’s over, I’ll take you to Nana’s to be with Bailey until Momma and Papa come get you. Just like always.”

And next week after school we’ll get Bailey, and go home to yours and Dad’s? Mason asked for clarification.

“Yes. Next week when you’re with me and Daddy, after school we’ll get Bailey from Nana’s and then go home. It’ll be just like always, you’ll see.”

Mason took a deep breath, a look of determination crossing his little features. Okay. I’m ready.

As the family of six strolled down the halls of the elementary school Finn whispered to Vanessa, “Since when am I ‘Dad’?”

Vanessa shrugged, patting the man’s shoulder. “I dunno. He’s been calling me ‘Mom’ since yesterday. I think we gotta face the music that our little boy is growing up.”

Finn shook his head, clinging tightly to Bailey still in his arms. “I don’t like it. I fuckin’ hate it.”

“I know. I hate it too.”

“No, Ness. I hate it. Like, you don’t get it. You’re still gonna get called Momma for at least another five or so years. I have half that time if I’m lucky. Matter of fact… Bailey? You’re not allowed to grow up, okay? Not ever. You gotta stay this little forever. That’s the new rule.”

“Finn…” Vanessa warned. “Don’t get emotional, because that’s gonna make me emotional, and my hormones are gonna make that so much worse. Let’s just agree that this sucks, and leave it at that.”

“Deal.”

“Mom!” Mason said excitedly, pointing wildly at a row of cubbies in the kindergarten classroom. Look! This one has my name on it!

“It does!” she agreed, feeling herself start to tear up anyway. “Good job, smart boy! Go put your backpack and lunchbox in it.”

“Alright,” Mia announced, kissing Finn’s cheek and the top of Bailey’s head. “I’m gonna head out to my own classroom before chaos ensues.”

“Bye, Mia,” Ashton and Vanessa told her, giving the other woman a hug goodbye.

“Bye, baby. Have a great day. Love you.”

“Love you,” she smiled back, before giving him a quick kiss.

“Bye, Mimi!”

“Bye!”

“Bye, Mase!” Mia waggled her fingers at Mason who was still enthralled by the cubby with his name on it.

“Mimi!” He rushed back over to hug her leg.

“Hey, you can do this, Mase. Gotta try. I’ll see you later.”

Mason looked up at the rest of his parents. You leaving, too?

“Are you ready for us to?” Ashton asked.

Mason took a look around the room. Yeah. I think so.

Ashton knelt to give the boy a hug and kiss goodbye. “Okay. Momma and I will pick you up later at Nana’s. We love you.”

“Papa.”

Finn went next with Bailey. “I’ll see you and Bailey this weekend, okay? You’re gonna have fun, bud. Just give it a chance. I love you.”

“Dad. Bailey.”

“Bye, Mase!” she told her big brother, giving him a slobbery kiss on his cheek that made them both giggle.

Yucky! Mason rubbed at his cheek, still giggling. “Mom?”

Vanessa hugged him tight. “I love you, my sweet, smart, wonderful little boy,” she said, feeling the tears that had welled up start to spill down her cheeks.

“Mom?”

She hurriedly sniffed and wiped at her face. “Oh, I’m not sad, Mase.”

It’s okay. We don’t have to like it.

“That’s right, my smart boy. But we’re gonna give it our best try.”

“Mase!” a little voice called out from behind them, causing Mason to flap his arms and gasp in excitement.

“Lily!”

“Hug?” she asked, holding out her arms.

Mason flung his arms around his friend. Lily’s here!

“Oh, thank goodness, people we know!” Y/N said in relief, hugging everyone hello. “Lily was so nervous. Took us forever to get out of the house.”

“Auntie Y/N? Uncle Luke?” Mason asked, tugging at both of their hands.

“Hey, bud, whats up?” Luke asked.

Can I go show Lily her cubby?

“Oh! You hear that, Lily? You have a cubby. Do you wanna go find it with Mase?” Y/N asked the little girl.

“Okay. Mase, hand?”

The adults watched the two kindergarteners go off in search of Lily’s cubby. “Okay, maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” Vanessa decided, and everyone knew she meant for their own sake at watching their first borns grow up, just as much as she meant it in reference to the five year olds.

“Still,” Finn said, passing Bailey to Ashton. “You’re not allowed to grow up, okay?”

“You either!” Luke agreed, tickling Posy’s sides and making her giggle.

“At least they have each other,” Y/N pointed out.

Ashton nodded. “Yeah. They’ll be just fine.”

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vampqueersarchive · 4 years

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In a World Uncertain, Say You’ll be my Stone

Okay this is a original fic by me im sorry if its shit i was listening to an Alessia Cara song when I wrote this and used Troye songs in this as well idk its cute and i love it

Rating: G Word count: 4,427 Warnings: Accidental outing Summary: Freddie a makeup youtuber and his best friend Reese a singer decide to fake date after Freddie accidentally outs himself aka FRIENDS TO BOYFRIENDS (This is straight up fluff yo!)

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An annoying buzz was the first thing Freddie heard, a buzz he wanted to stop. Turning over with a groan he pulled his phone to his face, seeing his sister Katherine's name blinking across the too-bright screen. With weak still slow from sleep hands he finally answered with a sigh. "Hello-" He started voice gruff from just waking up. "You have got some explaining to do Mr." Katherine started in a soft, yet demanding tone. "Mum is going to kill you!" "Kat, the love of my life, Mum can kill me later, it's too early." He mumbled sleepily turning his face into the plush pillow. "Freddie, you're on the front page of every magazine, they caught you kissing Hayden." At that moment Freddie felt everything well up in his throat, suddenly all the drinks he had the night before had turned against him. He felt moments away from crying but also getting sick. "No..." he trailed off, "It can't be." he half-whispered to himself and his sister. "Kat, tell mum I'll call later." without letting her reply, he hung up his almost dead iPhone and did what he couldn't do on the phone. Freddie let himself cry, he couldn't believe he let himself get so absorbed into the night before. He could not believe he did what he promised himself he would never do until he felt that the time was right.

Freddie Barnes outed himself.

It wasn’t the fact that Freddie wanted to stay in the closet or the fact that he didn’t feel comfortable being himself. Hell no! That wasn’t Freddie, as most of Freddie's friends could attest to Bi Pride day he wore pink, lavender and blue as if his life depended on it. People. Biphobic people, homophobic people, transphobic, aphobic, nonbinaryphobic people were the ones he couldn’t handle. As strong as Freddie was he couldn’t handle all the hate that would be directed to him. Freddie knew the feeling all too well, back in Doncaster when he came out and all of his friends left him abandoned. Then a few years ago when his best friend came out and the internet flooded with so much love, but love is always drowned out by the unbearable hate. “Hayden,” Freddie spoke in a small brittle voice. Hayden Sanders his best friend who had to deal with all this hate long before, now getting even more all because of a drunken truth or dare game. All because of me Freddie thought to himself, It’s all your fault. Before Freddie could get any more down on himself a soft knock came from the other side of his door. “Come in” he softly spoke trying not to give the person an indication that he had been crying for the better part of an hour. Hayden slowly stepped through the door, looking about as rough as Freddie did. His long curls in an unruly heap that was meant to be a bun. Tear stain’s running from the waterline of his lashes, in long unforgiving streaks down to his chin. His clothes a wrinkled mess, still in the same outfit from the previous night. And worst of all he refused to meet Freddie gaze. “Hayden please look at me.” Freddie pleaded, his wobbly voice betraying him. However, Hayden still would not look into his eyes, he shuffled across the room towards Freddie bed taking Freddie tight in his arms and releasing the sobs Hayden tried so hard to keep in. This sent Freddie reeling, only tangling his fingers into Hayden’s lilac jumper, sending the tears he tried to hold back down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry Fredd.” Hayden whispered in his thick low voice. “I am so sorry.” Either of them could say any words, they only curled closer into the embrace. ~ It felt as though days past when Freddie woke up to the sound of glass clacking together. Sleepily rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pulling himself out of his large round bed and going to look for Hayden. With each step on the cold hardwood floor, Freddie remembered the hours before. The call from Katherine, another step Outing himself, another step Hayden coming crying, another step After being hit with a repeat of everything Freddie quickly made his way to his small kitchen, only to be face to face with Hayden. Hayden wasn’t himself, his usual bright cheeky smile reached his eyes. But now his eyes were dull, and his smile was just a fake one. As if he was trying to be strong for the both of them. “I made you tea, no milk like you like it,” Hayden said sliding a cup towards Freddie, placing his hands on the small island in the middle of the kitchen. “Freddie, I am so sorry. I can fix this I swear.” He pleaded, his smile faltering as his voice choked with the urge to cry. A few tetras weld up in Freddie's eyes only for him to shake his head. “H, there’s nothing you can do. What’s done is done. It was bound to happen at some point.” He shrugged, opening his arm nodding at his best friend to come in for a cuddle. “Now, all those fanfics of us will double, who knows maybe we’ll be some uni students looking for a new year’s kiss,” Freddie smirked as he sipped on his tea, causing Hayden to groan in response. “I didn’t even think of all the people that ship us. It’s rather cute though don’t you think.” Hayden mused, wrapping his arm around the small of Freddie back, making them connect seamlessly as they always do. Freddie giggled nodding, “I quite like the ones where we fake date each other to be honest. But that’s off the record Sanders.” The stern voice only to be compromised by the joyful expression, sending crinkles up to his eyes. A pleasant silence consumed the two of them before the elephant in the room became too much to bear. “Why don’t I call the lads?” Hayden suggested, looking at the wobble of Freddie's lip. “Please?” ~ Hours later and a distraction of pizza and makeovers lefts Freddie feeling better, that was until he decided to check his phone. As soon as he plugged in his rose gold iPhone, he went about his usual routine and clicked on twitter. As the app loaded Freddie nerves kicked in, dropping his phone to the ground causing Hayden, Ashton, and Liam to jump in their seats. As if in an instant, the boys were all wrapped tightly around Freddie, whispering sweet compliments into his hair. This went on until Freddie was finally calmed enough and stopped crying, mumbling a soft thank you in return. “Lads,” Hayden spoke up only nodding his head before it was just Freddie and Hayden in the room. “Freddie, I have an idea.” At this moment Freddie was up for any idea, that even included running through the streets of London with a bi-colored suit that read out “Freddie Barnes Is Bi” in big glittery letters. “Freddie I think we should fake date.” “Fake date?!?” Freddie screeched. “Hayden you have got to be kidding me, you finally got over all this hate about you being pan. You can finally kiss whoever you want in your videos without being bombarded with hate. Why would you do that?” Freddie whispered, looking down at his lap in defeat. “Fredd, I know how it feels going through this alone. I know how scary it can be, Freddie I don’t want my best friend to ever feel the same thing I did. Please let me help you for once.” Racking his brain with every negative outcome that could happen, Freddie suddenly was met with the widest pair of bright green eyes he had ever seen. At that moment Freddie knew all of his hindsight went out the window. “Okay, Hayden.” - It took Freddie a 30 minute laughing fit, followed by incoherent whispers of “I’m going to pretend to date my best friend” before anyone started to worry. Liam tried to help by bringing Freddie out some tea with lavender, to calm his nerves. While all the laughing made Ashton anxious and thus started to laugh too, causing Hayden to have to take a video of Ashton’s full out hollowing. When Liam finally came back in and connived Freddie to drink the tea, the room became far more relaxed. “So, someone please fill us in on what just caused all of that?” Ashton sounded horse from the laughing fit he just put himself through. “Hayden asked Freddie to fake date him,” Liam replied simply as Hayden nodded next to him. As soon as Liam spoke the hot tea came full force back out of Freddie's mouth in a spit take, sending him into a coughing fit. “Wait you knew?” Freddie coughed out. Liam just shrugged taking a sip of the tea he made for himself. “Who do you think gave him the idea? Look, Barnes, before you get all upset it’s better for the both of you. Coming at this purely from a pr standpoint, you can come out, be happy about your self, Hayden can spend more time with you, and either of you have to deal with any of the hate alone.” Ashton nodded, “Plus that means we can finally tweet about all the adorable shite you two do before you started to date.” He chipped in adding air quotes around ‘date’. “Fredd,” Hayden stated, “It’s the least I can do for you, and you have already done so much for me.” It took Freddie sometimes to think over it before he finally managed to agree. “So what’s our plan?” ~ Freddie knew exactly how this was going to go down, a simple coffee date, a few pap pictures, they hold hands news hits the stands, and then Freddie makes his coming out video. Even though having it all written down on paper helped, it also really didn’t. Things weren’t that simple. Freddie knew if they didn’t make this look believable enough it could all come shattering down around them. His nerves were in high gear making it almost impossible to even fill his brows properly much less try to do a flawless winged eyeliner. Holding up his rose lip liner from NYX he noticed his hands shaking making him even more nervous for the day. Adding his pink macaroon butter gloss, and then adding subtle glittered highlighter Freddie knew he was going to do this. And he was going to be the best fake boyfriend anyone could ever be. Well, that was until Freddie arrived at the coffee place. It was a small hole in the wall place that of course, Hayden would pick out. It looked like a try-hard hipster place that just didn’t feel right, maybe it was the deception he was about to do, or just the place itself but Freddie wasn’t sure about the plan any longer. As if on cue Hayden was right next to him, smiling his wide dimpled grin that melted the heart of everyone Hayden met, and Freddie could not be any more thankful for it at that moment. “H, what if we can’t do this?” Freddie whispered, trying to make sure that his fear didn’t lace his voice. Hayden only grinned wider in response, “I got you, I’ll keep you afloat.” Freddie felt his nerves melt instantly. His hands were no longer shaking, his racing heart slowly coming down to a soft tempo and everything clicking into place. - The date went much the same as any other time Freddie and Hayden are together, at least one picture of the other doing something silly, tons of banter and a few compliments (but of course Freddie still had to make at least one jab, now that Hayden is famous he doesn’t need an ego), and of course plenty of platonic kissing and cuddles. Now it felt so much more forced, causing Freddie to shy away every time Hayden’s hand lingered a bit too long. “Fredd,” Hayden spoke up trying to distract him from any negativity he may be having. “It’s just me it’s okay.” He tried to console only to make Freddie shy away more. “H, it just doesn’t feel right, it’s not for us anymore it’s for everyone.” Hayden could only frown in response as the waitress came to pick up their empty cups, “I’m sorry to intrude,” she started, a thick welsh accent rolling off her tongue “Would you mind if I get a picture?” The pair looked towards each other only to be interrupted by her laughing. “No with me silly, the two of you blokes. Hayden, I’ve been listening to your stuff forever, and Freddie you are just so sweet. The both of you just make me so happy, I kinda just want to see you two the same way.” They both agreed to get up from their seats cuddling close to each other for the picture, as she took the photo Freddie looked over and seen what she meant. Hayden looked so happy to be with Freddie, his eyes light up more than the stars in the night sky. Freddie wanted to name one for Hayden at that moment, but his thought was broken when Hayden asked she send the picture to him on twitter. Freddie knew at that moment everything was going to be fine. - “Fredd,” Hayden hummed out, as they walked out hand in hand into the chilled autumn air of London. Freddie only made a nose in return nuzzling his face into the sleeve of the brown leather jack Hayden sported. The conversation, however, was abruptly halted by the sounds of the camera’s clicking, and whispers of the people behind them. Freddie could only sigh in response before he smiled up at Hayden. “Come on, Boo lets give them something to take a picture of.” Before Freddie could comprehend what was happening, Hayden had to take Freddie and twirled him around, both of them giggling and squealing with delight as their two bodies left almost no space between them. There was a clear crimson blush lining both of there cheeks as another snap went off. Maybe they could do this. ~ The next day Freddie woke up to another annoying buzz of his phone, of course, he knew exactly who it was this time. Hayden's contact name popped up on the screen, Freddie couldn't help but smile and feel so much love when he saw it. “Hel-” He was cut off by screaming in the background from none other than Ashton. “Boo,” Hayden whined into the phone. “They released the pictures and Ashton won't believe me that we aren't dating.” Even though the phone Freddie could tell he was pouting. The usual Hayden pout where he tried to look all angry yet sad, and end up just looking like an oversized toddler. “Put the wanker on the phone,” Freddie giggled rolling his eyes. The phone switched over and a very excited scream erupted through the phone. “Holy shit, Ash can you be even more excited for a little fake relationship.” “Fredd you can't lie to me. I got those Irish instincts and you lot are lying.” Ashton huffed out in pride. Freddie could only smirk at the wildness of his friend. “Yeah, yeah Mr. Ireland. Give the phone back to curls now will ya.” “Give the phone back to curls! Now that's going on twitter.” Ashton shouted as the phone was handed back to Hayden. “Boo I thought you said you were going to fix this,” Hayden said in a mock sad tone. “But it's Ash, what will ya do?” Hayden chuckled out his thick voice spoke in a slow soothing hum, sending a pleasant wave of warm down Freddie's spine. Freddie nodded humming in response before he realized why Hayden called in the first place. “Did the pictures turn out well?” “Fredd don't worry everyone is talking about them, I'm pretty sure Frayden is trending on twitter right now. But I was meaning to ask you something?” “And what would that be the love of my life?” “Hah ha very funny Fredd, but Liam thought it would be a good idea if we did more stuff together. Ya know after you make your coming out video.” That hadn't even crossed Freddie's mind having to make that video, the video where he couldn't turn back. The video where he had to lie and say his best friend was the person he was dating. “Yea,” he whispered into the phone. “Hayden can you be there when I record the video, please I need it.” “You don't have to ask Fredd, you're my best friend. Our friendship comes first.” A smile spread across Freddie's cheeks sending crinkles to the corner of his bright blue eyes. “Come over tomorrow okay?” - Freddie spends the day procrastinating, usually, that meant going on twitter but that was the last place he even wanted to look at. Instead, he decided to do something big tomorrow. He was going to do a coming outlook. Putting on his old vans and a pink knitted beanie he went to the closest drug store and found everything he needed from NYX. Picking up white eyeliner, the ultimate shadow palette, and the matte lip cream in soule, Moscow, and Paris. As he headed for the check out a young boy came up to him and hugged him without any warning. “Hi, Freddie!” The young boy chirped in excitement, “My mum is letting me get makeup thanks to you!” The boy smiled his whole face lighting up. Freddie couldn't hold back the pride he felt in helping this little boy become confident and feel okay to wear makeup. “That's amazing little lad, make sure to-” Freddie was cut off by the little boy finishing his line “Get Nyx because Nyx is best!” the boy smiled hugging Freddie one last time before he went off to get his make up. Knowing by just having his makeup channel he made that much of a difference he knew coming out could only make an even better one. ~ “Thanks for watching everyone and I'll see you next time.” Freddie smiled huffing a sigh as soon as Hayden turned off the camera. “Fredd that was amazing you did so well.” Hayden grinned opening his arms pulling Freddie into a tight hug. “But I hope you realize you're gonna have to do a pan look for the next pride.” “Nahh, you can watch the tutorial.” Freddie giggled pulling away from the hug, finally getting to look in the mirror without so much anxiety running through him. Freddie felt amazing, light pink and purple on his upper lid, flowed into a blue making his eye pop and a white-winged linger flicking out to a dramatic curve. His lips mimicking the bi flag and the sliver and purple glitter lining his cheeks. He then looked up behind him where Hayden was sanding smiling at his best friend with so much pride. “Thank you for being here, H.” “Anything for you Boo,” Hayden said his thick warm voice filling the room. “Liam wanted me to talk to you about something though.” Freddie's mood dropped instantly thinking that he would have to go through his alone. All of his fears welling upon his face as Hayden looked back over to Freddie with a frown. “Fredd, no don't worry. It's nothing bad I promise.” He said taking Freddie's hand and leading him to sit on the bed. “He said we should try kissing in front of the paps, or even when we film one of the videos or when you come to my concert with in the next two months..” He trailed off slowly toning his voice into a mumble. Freddie didn't really know how to respond. He gently squeezed Hayden's hand to try and clam him a bit. “Liam wants to make it look natural?” Freddie asked tracing his finger along the lines of Hayden's anchor. Hayden could only blush and nod, “Um... Yea.” “Well let's practice.” Freddie leaned in first, tipping his head slightly to the left as Hayden leaned to the right. They both fluttered closed, as their lips connected in what Freddie felt like a spark. Freddie hands trailed up and tangled his fingers into the ends of his curls. Hayden moved his arms to wrap around Freddie's waist. The feeling of safety and love spread throughout Freddie traveling to his fingertips. His fingers felt like sparks as he tried to pull Hayden closer when their lips worked together in what felt like a perfectly tuned orchestra playing in a beautiful symphony. To Freddie, the world felt as if the world stood still until the moment they pulled apart. The pulled apart blinking at each other in a form of shock and content, giggling like school kids who kissed their crush out in the schoolyard. A blush spread across Hayden's cheeks only causing Freddie to smile wider. “Come on, Romeo” Freddie started. “Let's film our first video.” ~ The first month went by with ease for the most part. The fans and paps loved their chemistry. They became the most talked about couple in all of 2016 Kimaye be damned. The fans loved when the two of them started to live stream, and even when Hayden made Freddie sing one of his songs. (The hashtag Frayden Sing Youth trended for almost two days.) However, with all the love came hate. Many people would come on Freddie channel and just say he was using Hayden for fame. Others would send biphobic messages to Hayden over Freddie only to get blocked in return. But for the most part, they were accepted. Ashton wasn't helping on the casual dating front though. Every time the lads were together Ashton would tweet something cute they said or even post a picture. Ashton convinced their fans at one point they were living together and adopted a kitten when he posted a picture of Freddie kissing Hayden's cheek as Hayden held up a small sphynx kitten in his hand. In all everything was starting to become Freddie life. Every Tuesday film two videos of his own and maybe one with Hayden. Wednesday was their best friend breakfast date that over the last month turned into a fake dating date. And on the weekends Freddie helped Hayden filming for his new music video series. And today was finally the release of Wild and also the day of the concert. In all Freddie felt a bubble of excitement well up. To celebrate the event Freddie and Hayden were going to do a live stream of them dying their hair matching colors before the event. It was 10 o'clock and Hayden still wasn't there. The hour soon changed over and Hayden still wasn't there. Freddie didn't know what to feel, he tried calling and it was straight to voice mail, he tried texting and no response. It was only 3 hours until the video premiere so Freddie texted once more before starting the live stream. The stream ended as the video went up and Freddie couldn't be more stressed. He kept running his hands through his new bubble gum pink hair as he refreshed his phone waiting and hoping for Hayden. But no call no text, he got nothing from Hayden. That's when the night came crashing in when Freddie got a text from Liam saying “Hayden's sorry.” - Day's went by and there was still no message from Hayden, everyone was tweeting asking when the next live stream would be, or even asking if the two of them were okay. It took a full week before Freddie shut down on himself. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw pink it made him want to shave his head. When he saw the tattoos, he had to pull on a sweater before he would start to cry. One drunken night Freddie could not hold back his feelings anymore, so he called Ashton. “Fredd, hey are you okay?” Ashton's voice seemed just weak as Freddie did until he realized it was 3 am. “Ash, I made my best friend hate me, he won't even talk to me anymore. Why did I do this? Why did I say yes to him.” Freddie sobbed before his words became incoherent. The other end of the line was quite before Freddie whispered in a wrecked voice from crying, “Ashton?” “Barnes,” Ashton started. “H fell in love with you.” ~ Freddie woke up again the same way he woke up two months prior. His phone buzzing but this time it was Hayden. Freddie picked up but he couldn't talk he felt so weak like he couldn't. “Fredd,” Hayden whispered in a soft rough voice from what sounded to be crying. “Can I come in?” “Of course.” and with that, Freddie heard his front door unlock as Hayden made his way into the room. Freddie met him there opening the door and let him in. “So,” Hayden looked town paying with the hem of his pullover. “I guess the cats out of the bag.” Freddie laughed only going back to the stony expression he started with. “Don't you dare make me laugh Sanders I'm still mad at you.” the room went silent as Hayden looked up to meet Freddie's eyes. “Why didn't you tell me?” “Because, why would you love me back? You're Freddie Barnes, you are perfect and amazing, and my best friend. I never meant for it to get this far.” He said voice wobbling try to hold back his tears. “H, you're always going to be my friend, but-” “No Boo, don't 'but' me” Hayden pleaded but before he could get any more out Freddie pulled him into a kiss. “You're always going to be my friend first, and my boyfriend second.” - The two stayed intertwined for the next few hours, nothing could get in between them. They felt content in each other's arms as they talked about nothing and play with each other makeup. The two of them feeling so happy and comfortable with each other they knew it had to be fiat. It was days later when they finally deiced to post a picture. Hours before Hayden finally dyed his hair and they thought it would be the best time to show it off. The picture was posed with Freddie's pink hair and Hayden's soft mint hair as they sat cross-legged holding hands while they kissed then captioned it “Friends before anything else.”

~Fin~

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