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sleekervae · 6 months

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Yoü & I [2.5]

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A/N: You know when I was getting to the end of this chapter I had Madelaine Kahn's "I'm Tired" from Blazing Saddles lol. But thanks for your patience, I'm happy to have some more breakthroughs in my writer's block ☺️

Warnings: some depression, slight angst, practical jokes

Charlotte's next song came pretty easily over the next week. Aside from the previous one she showed Kimberly -- titled 'Empty' -- for the first few days on the road Charlotte sat in her bunk, plucking way at her guitar and scribbling down all the misgivings she was feeling. It helped, it made her feel a lot better. And soon enough, she stopped being so upset with Luke.

Luke had respected her request for space as the tour progressed from the outer cities of New York and into Virginia. But they were still polite to each other, they sat together at breakfast and would goof off with their friends in the bus. But he never pried into her mindset, he didn't push her to do anything. He could see her beacon was burning out but he was determined to keep her lit for as long as possible. He wouldn't intrude, but he would support her.

The girls were heartbroken to learn of Ashton and Bryana's breakup. It was a mutual thing, kept relatively quiet. Nevertheless, Ashton put a brave smile on, assuring his friends that he would be okay. There'd be other girlfriends, for sure, but it was still a sad feat. The girls especially loved Bryana, who was the polar opposite of Melody.

Chloe however seemed to score in the dating pool. Passing through Syracuse, Chloe had caught the eye of an adorable young woman at a ramen restaurant. Eva was a college student, a little shorter than Chloe with dark, close-cropped hair and a smile that -- according to Chloe -- radiated sunshine and daisies. Chloe was so captivated by Eva that she didn't realize her wonton slipped off her spoon and splattered into her bowl, sending soup everywhere.

"Dammit, Chloe!" Kimberly snapped, she and the girls grabbing a multitude of napkins to clean the mess.

"Sorry,"

However, Chloe wasn't all too concerned with a wonton soup spill. It was only when Maria noticed the drummer was throwing heart eyes that she urged Chloe to go talk to her.

"Go introduce yourself," she urged.

"No way," Chloe replied urgently, "She watched me bomb the table with soup,"

"That's one of the more forgivable things you've done," Kimberly said, earning her a swift under-the-table kick from Charlotte.

"What Kimberly meant is you won't ever know if you don't try. Besides," Charlotte turned to the young woman sat two tables behind them, "She's giving you Hallmark eyes,"

"Go to the Hallmark eyes," Kimberly nodded.

With enough encouragement, Chloe plucked up the courage to go talk to Eva. It had turned out that Eva had tickets to see the show tonight, and that only made the smile on Chloe's face go wider. She invited her to come hang out with them afterwards, probably off to a bar or something before they'd pack up for tomorrow.

Eva was ecstatic to meet the girls, as well as the guys from 5sos. She wasn't one to deny that she had a bit of a fangirl moment, too. But she was most captivated by Chloe the entire night, watching her galaxy ombre hair thrash as she ravaged the percussion. The two girls spent the entire night talking, discussing everything from the worlds' politics to what toppings they preferred on their ice cream. Chloe never wanted the night to end.

Regardless to say, Chloe was sad to leave Syracuse the next day. However, Eva had given Chloe her number and told her to keep in touch. Chloe had a huge smile on her face the entire bus ride to Darien.

Charlotte was glad at least two of her girls were finding luck in the romance department. She had some suspicions about Maria and Calum. Just before they set off on the road, a photo of the pair had been published to some gossip fad website. Calum and Maria definitely spent the day together at Venice Beach, looking cozier than the girls would've expected. But when asked about it, Maria played it off as just her and a friend hanging out. Calum was the same when approached by the guys.

Tonight the bands were playing in Holmdel: the Hamptons of New Jersey -- as Maria so lovingly referred to. In the ten days the tour had been on the road, Charlotte had completed another song, entitled 'Good to be Alive'. Despite its optimistic title, the themes and words were more sardonic and polarizing, a reflection of where Charlotte felt she stood: she was happy to be alive, but right now her life kind of sucked. So, what else was there to do accept turn her misery into music?

It wasn't all just misery for Charlotte, however. She suspected the boys were up to no good. When she and the girls came crashing through the green room they were all huddled together, looking rather suspicious as they sprung apart suddenly, trying to come off as natural.

"What's the ploy?" Maria asked, coming to plop down on the couch.

"We were talking about what we're gonna' do for Luke's birthday," Michael replied. Luke scowled over at him.

Chloe's face lit up, "Hey! That's right! The baby is twenty in six days!" she awed at Luke. Luke pouted and folded his arms like a child.

"I'm not a baby," he muttered.

"Oh, it's okay, honey," Kimberly smirked, "You just won't get wrinkles as fast as Ashton, is all,"

"Hey!" Ashton protested, "What did I ever do to you?" Kimberly just stuck her tongue out at him.

Charlotte sat on the arm rest of the couch, dressed in ripped baggy jeans, fish nets, and a Ramones shirt she clearly cut at the waist to turn into a crop top. She smiled at Luke.

"So, what are we doing for your birthday?" she asked coyly.

Luke huffed, "Trying to convince Harry to change the dates in Canada so I could at least have a drink," he sighed.

"Oh, yeah. We're in Canada tomorrow," she thought aloud.

"We're in Camden on his birthday," Michael said.

"Ah yes, Camden," Maria nodded, "The Jersey of New Jersey,"

"Why are you shitting on Camden?" Calum asked.

Charlotte snorted, "You've clearly never been to Camden,"

"What does that mean?" Luke asked.

"Just don't wear your jewelry and nice watches, is all," Kimberly warned.

There was a sudden swift knocking at the door, "Capers! Ten minutes!" the stage manager hollered.

Chloe groaned, "Ugh, already?"

"Come on, ladies," Maria urged, waving her hand at the boys, "We've got to set the bar for these losers,"

"You wish," Ashton snickered.

"Have a good show!" Michael called happily.

"Break a leg!" Calum piped after.

"Avoid the projectiles!" Luke said.

Charlotte glanced cautiously at the four boys before they all filed out, an uneasy feeling sitting within her.

"Those eggheads are up to something," Kimberly surmised.

"Oh, good. You guys feel it, too," Charlotte said.

"Like he said," Maria huffed, "Watch out for flying projectiles,"

Luke had cracked open a can of coke as he watched the girls from the wings. He couldn't help but smile when he heard his favourite part of 'E.V.O.L' so sardonically sung by Charlotte. That -- and watch the way she danced in those jeans.

Charlotte had her focus on the roaring fans she she broke into the post-chorus, bending down and crouching at the front row as she sang,

"Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker, Every kiss you give me makes me sicker, A day in the dark, a day in a cloud of gloom, yeah"

From the corner of her eye she saw Luke and couldn't help the giddy smirk that spread over her face. She turned to him as she sang into the mic,

"I look at you, you look at me. Milk and roses, squeaky clean, Well, you're the best I've ever seen... and what!?" she turned the mic at the audience, who sang back perfectly,

"AND I'M YOUR DYING BEAUTY QUEEN!"

"That's fucking right!"

Luke couldn't help it, he always felt electrified watching Charlotte perform. He'd be standing on that stage in less than an hour but there was always an element of badassery in her stage presence. She tossed the mic in the air and caught it with ease as the song went into the bridge, the tension in the theatre building slowly before the anticipated eruption of pink and roses.

"It only takes two lonely people, To fuck love up and make it evil, It only takes a drop of evil, To fuck up two beautiful people,"

Out of nowhere, Luke felt a hard tap on his shoulder. He jumped, but relaxed when he saw it was only Michael. He had on a Ninja Turtle beanie, complete with eyeholes for the mask.

"You ready mate? 'Sex' is next," he said.

Luke grinned mischievously at the matching Ninja Turtle beanie in his hands, nodding enthusiastically as he pulled it over his head.

"Let's do it,"

Charlotte drank a bit more water when the song finished, Chloe towelled off her sweaty neck and Kimberly tuned her guitar for 'Sex Yeah' coming up next.

Maria, feeling especially cocky, called for the entire theatre's attention, "Hey guys," she spoke confidently into the mic, garnering the rest of the band's attention, "Who am I?"

She started playing her guitar to 'She Looks So Perfect', bouncing and jumping similarly to how Michael would play. The crowd went ecstatic.

"Perfect likeness!" Charlotte said into the mic, glancing back at the wings. Luke had disappeared.

Kimberly then joined in on bass, prompting Charlotte and Chloe to happily join in on their respective ends and do an impromptu cover of SLSP. Charlotte moved and acted how she'd seen Luke do on stage: awkward and tall,

"Simmer down, simmer down, They say we're too young now to amount to anything else, But look around, We worked too damn hard for this just to give it up now, If you don't swim, you'll drown, Don't move --"

"HONEY!" the crowd finished, then went on to sing the chorus without the band.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Chloe said into her mic, waving her hands to pipe them down, "Wrong band guys! Wrong song!"

"Later on," Charlotte promised, "This next one is a reminder to all of you to take sex ed seriously!"

"Wrap it before you tap it," Kimberly quickly added.

Seconds into the song, the boys were already putting their revenge prank into action. Armed with screwdrivers and wrenches and expertly disguised in their Ninja Turtle beanies, they were ready to go to war.

"Could we get arrested for this?" Calum asked, semi-cautious of what kind of trouble they'd be in with maintenance and stage hands.

Ashton shook his head, "We'll get a stern talking to and that's it," he said, "Come on, they're nearly halfway,"

Catch the Caper were none the wiser as they performed 'Sex Yeah' without a hitch, jumping and having fun while also informing the public about dastardly double standards and biased gender roles in a modern society.

"If history could set you free (from who you were supposed to be), If sex in our society (didn't tell a girl who she would be), 'Cause all my life I've tried to fight what history has given me, me"

If it wasn't obvious, the sex education the girls received in school was appalling.

Charlotte exhaled quickly before the second verse, "If women were religiously recognized sexually," she then sauntered over to Kimberly, standing just behind her and mirroring a grab at her backside, "We wouldn't have to feel the need to show our ass-ets to feel free,"

But as pre-chorus came, the girls were stunned when four ninjas in black rushed the stage. Then they went to work and trying to dismantle Chloe's drum kit.

"Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, Sold my soul, and yeah, the truth hurts,"

Charlotte was in shock at first, gawking and still singing word-for-word before quickly registering the 5sos guys were only trying to get cute with their set. Poor Chloe was playing the drums and trying to bat them away with her sticks. Kimberly and Maria were helpless to do anything, figuring the best they could do was keep playing.

"Tired image of a star, acting naughtier than we -- Jesus!"

Charlotte tried to come to Chloe's rescue, batting, pushing and pulling at the boys as they got a hold of the medium tom. But she was suddenly lifted into the air and thrown over a broad shoulder. It was Luke, given the scent of familiar cologne. Charlotte's only defence mechanism was to slap his butt to ill affect as he placed her at the end of the stage, sticking his tongue out at her before running back to help his mates. She was quick to run after him but the drum had already been dismantled from the rest of the set.

"Fuck you!" Chloe shouted at the guys, though she couldn't help but be entertained by their shenanigans. The crowd just ate it up!

The boys triumphantly carried out the medium tom; it took two of them to do it. Charlotte just followed in defeat, shaking her head at the audience as she started singing again. Even she couldn't help but have a laugh.

"'Cause all my life I've tried to fight what this fuck-er-y has given me. Oh my God,"

Maria's only coup de grace was to snatch the beanie off of Calum's head, putting it on herself before tearing back to finish the song. Luckily, the guys hadn't come back to destroy any other pieces of their set.

That all really just happened in front of nine-thousand people.

The guys couldn't help but peak around with giddy, nervous but anticipating a raucous outburst from the girls when they'd come off stage. They meant no harm of course, and Chloe didn't pretty good considering she was short a drum.

"Hey guys," Chloe finally spoke when the song finished, glancing at where her med tom used to be, "I think I'm missing something,"

Kimberly shook her head, "Quick! What's the natural predator of a turtle?"

"A backhand over the face," Charlotte replied sharply, jumping onto the drum platform to check on Chloe, "You okay?"

"I'm good! I got this," Chloe told her confidently, "Go be magical!"

Luckily, the rest of Catch the Caper's set finished without any more indignities. And they noticed when they came off stage that the guys had seemingly disappeared. In the dressing room they left the med tom, on the batter head was scribbled: 5SOS RULEZ!

"I hate that they wrote it with a 'z'!" Kimberly grimaced.

"My poor drum," Chloe shook her head, "Damaged and defiled by a bunch of hooligans,"

"It's alright, Chloe," Maria assured her, "We won't let this stand,"

The guys played another excellent show, though they were all weary of an oncoming attack at any point in the night. To their surprise, the girls never tried to humiliate their set. The guys relax a little and play their show in full.

However, they weren't expecting such quick retaliation on the Capers' part in terms of creativity. An hour and some later, after the concert had come to a close, they were shocked when they returned to their dressing room and found themselves in a bit of a drown.

"Woah!" Michael stopped dead in his tracks but his body shouldn't repel the force of motion, and he nearly tripped into the hundreds and hundreds of little plastic cups filled with water. Luckily, Luke and Calum caught him just in time.

"Well, this is new," Calum noted.

Not only was the floor a square-footed slipping hazard, but all of their bags and gear were stuffed at the top on an amp -- at the other side of the room.

"This battle is not over!" Ashton declared mightily.

"No," Luke shook his head, "But it may get a little soggy,"

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hs4whore · 9 months

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luke at the 5sos show in bristow, virginia

#THE WAY 3/4 of them said DC instead of VA #michael only said virginia #the other three said DC #ANYWAY. this was before luke said he loved me #and yes i will bring this up until 2091 when i pass #AND YOU WOULD DO IT TOO FOR A CHECK #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke 5sos #luke hemmings

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starry-hughes · 9 months

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CAN I ASK WHAT 5SOS SHOW YOU ARE GOING TO? BECAUSE IM GOING TOO

i’m going to virginia and philly!

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tuesdaygray · 9 months

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which 5sos show are you going to? the bracelets are so cute!

Omg thank you !! I’ll be in virginia and cleveland so if u want a bracelet come find me ❤️

#anonymous #even if there aren’t that many ppl trading I still wanna give them all out

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90spumkin · 3 years

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Invisible

Request: hi can you please do a spencer reid x bau fem reader and can it based on the song invisible by 5sos where the reader feels like she is invisible because everybody talks over her and trips her and nobody does anything.also they hate her besides spencer, rossi, penelope and hotch and they hate her because of jj because she is jealous of how the reader and spencer are close together so one day the reader gets kidnapped and is forced to read her song journal or her journal.so spencer gets mad at the team when they try to confront him

A/N: I really hope this is what you were looking for when you made the request. I hope it’s not absolute trash. Thank you for the request anon! The song that was apart of the request is Invisible by 5 Seconds of Summer

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader

Warnings: slight swearing, angst I think, description of torture

Word Count: 1875

It was a nice sunny day in Virginia, one of its less humid days. That should be a sign it was going to be a good day, right? Wrong, y/n had a bad gut feeling it was going to be a very bad day. Worse than normal.

Y/n was sitting in the BAU parking garage watching a few people from her team walk in the building. Emily, JJ, and Morgan were genuinely nice people…except to y/n. They hadn’t always been rude or distant towards her that just started up recently, and y/n knew why. She took a deep breath and exited her car, making her way inside the same way the others had.

She knew her gut feeling was right as soon as she walked through the double glass doors. She tried to make a beeline for her desk, keeping her head low to avoid eye contact. Things didn’t go as planned.

Y/n tripped over a box of files bumping into Morgan who bumped into Emily who spilled coffee all down the front of her white blouse. Y/n instantly started to panic, “Oh my God, Emily I am so sorry! I’ll get some towels!”

Emily gritted her teeth and just said, “Don’t!”, she stormed off grabbing her go bag to change out of her now ruined blouse. Morgan just huffed and made his way to his desk.

Y/n made it to her desk finally with no other accidents. She sat down and put her head in her hands trying to choke back a sob. She felt a presence next to her but didn’t look up till she felt a hand on her shoulder, “Y/n are you okay?”

She looked up to see Spencer Reid standing before her with a worried look on his face. She gave him a small smile. He didn’t seem convinced due to the worry line between his eyebrows deepening. They stared at each other a little longer than what was probably necessary. JJ got their attention by walking by waving files and announcing, “We’ve got a case.”

Y/n saw JJ pause and look at Spencer’s hand on her shoulder and gave y/n a quick glare before continuing her way to the round table room. Spencer moved his hand and started to trail behind JJ while having a conversation with Morgan. He glanced back over his shoulder to make sure she was following and when he went to wait for her, she shook her hand urging him on without her.

Why was it so hard to push him away? She knew the others no longer liked her because of how close the two of them had gotten. They felt as if she was stealing Spencer from them when all she wanted was to be friends with them all. She let out the second sigh of the day and made her way to the briefing, falling in step with Hotch and Rossi who both gave her a warm smile.

The briefing went by in a flash. It was a whirlwind of information and thoughts being bounced back and forth, and like always y/n’s insight was overlooked. The flight went by just as fast. After going over the files and new information from the bubbly Garcia, y/n had gone to sit at the back of the plane. The entire time ignoring Spencer’s worried glances.

Once they arrived at their destination, the team split off to do their assignments given by Hotch. Y/n was with Spencer putting together the victimology. The whole time she felt his eyes on her, but she never said a word hoping some how she would become invisible to him like she was to the others.

She didn’t realize how much time had passed when they got a call from Hotch telling them they were closer to the warehouse Garcia had said belong to one of the suspects. They grabbed their vest and took off as fast as humanly possible.

The warehouse was a dark and looming building and y/n felt the hairs on her neck stand up. Spencer walked around the SUV and said, “There’s no time to wait for the others we’re going to have to split up. Meet me in the back, okay?” She nodded and went to scope out the left side of the build, but Spencer grabbed her hand and search her eyes for a moment before giving her hand a quick squeeze and letting go.

She crept around the building, gun aimed and eyes looking for any sign of movement. She thought she heard something behind her, but when she turned, she was met with absolutely nothing. She turned to continue her way towards the back of the building, and that’s when everything went black.

Y/n woke with an ache on the left side of her head and she was pretty sure there was blood running down her face. She was tied to a chair in a big empty room with a light fixture hanging above her. Once her eyes fully focused, she realized there was a camera aimed towards her and man standing behind it.

“Ah you’re awake. Time to have some fun.”, his voice was raspy like he smoked 50 packs of cigarettes a day. Y/n knew the unsub liked to toy with his victims, she saw all the videos in the time before the call from Hotch. He was going to torture her darkest thoughts and deepest secrets from her. Y/n’s lips tingled, and her stomach twisted into knots.

“I know you know what’s about to happen, but I found something that’s going to make this a little more interesting.”, the unsub walked around the camera showing it the journal he held in his hand.

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Spencer was absolutely frantic, there was no other way to describe it. He felt so stupid for splitting up from y/n. It was his fault she was kidnapped, and it was his fault they were seeing her on the screen. The others were rushing around and he could hear them talking to Garcia trying to figure out where he was keeping her.

On the screen the unsub was waving around a book and Spencer could see the pleading in y/n’s eyes. At the sound of the smack that went across y/n’s face everyone stopped.

“You’re going to read this so your little team watching this really knows what you think of them.”, the unsub was gripping y/n’s jaw tightly. She shook her head viciously which landed another smack across her already bruised cheek.

Tears stung Spencer’s eyes and he said, “We need to find her now!”. JJ put her hand on his arm trying to calm him, but he shrugged it off, “Don’t touch me.”

He turned back towards the screen at the sound of y/n’s broken voice, “Um the first part is part of a song. No one sees me I fade away, lost inside a memory of someone's life It wasn't mine Just me and my shadow and all of my regrets Who am I? Who am I when I don't know myself? Who am I? Who am I? Invisible Wasted days, dreaming of the times I know I can't get back.”. She stopped reading which earned her a cut down the side of her neck, she let out an ear shattering scream. Spencer turned away and looked at Hotch begging him for something. Hotch just shook his head, they don’t have a clue where he was keeping her.

Y/n continued reading but Spencer could no longer watch so he listened, “I never meant to upset anyone. I wanted to belong; I want to be everyone’s friend. I guess I became friends with the wrong person first. JJ was the first to become my friend, but when I told her- when I told her I was crushing on a certain young doctor, that’s when she decided to make my life a living hell. I’m invisible now. My thoughts don’t matter, I don’t matter. I no longer know why I try.”

Y/n stopped and started to beg not to read anymore. Spencer couldn’t move, he could only glare at the woman who claimed to be his best friend. She knew he had feeling for y/n and yet she chose to be cruel to her and keep them apart.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Garcia’s voice through the speakers of the tablet laying on the table telling them she has an address of the unsub’s parent’s lake house. Just like that the team stormed out of the police station in a blur of grim faces and vests.

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With every word she read, y/n felt as if acid was being poured down her throat. She had paused once again and this time the unsub slammed the journal shut in anger and aggravation.

“That’s it I’m bored.”, and before she knew it there was a rope around her throat and her lugs were burning as she gasped for breath. Her vision began to blur, and darkness was surrounding her mind. Before she passed out, she heard a shout ring out and saw a flash of blonde hair.

When y/n woke up she winced in pain and at the fluorescent lights above her. She let out a groan as she tried to sit up. There was a hand on her shoulder as someone said, “Hey woah take it easy.”

Y/n realized it was JJ and it took everything in her not to flinch away, “What are you doing here?”. There was sadness in the petite blonde woman’s eyes. She glanced down at the floor than back up at y/n as she said, “I’m so sorry for everything that I put you through, what I influenced the others to put you through. I don’t have a good excuse or reason to why I did it, but hearing you saying all those things it broke something in me. Can you ever forgive me?” Tears began to stream down her face as she asked for forgiveness.

Y/n finally saw a glimpse of the woman she had met on her first day at the BAU. She gave her a real smile and nod. Both women let out little chuckles which made the buddle of limbs in the chair in the corner of the room stir. Y/n hadn’t realized Spencer was there asleep. JJ stood to leave saying, “I’ll give you guys some space to talk.”

As soon as Spencer realized y/n was awake he raced to her side mumbling and repeating himself, “I am so so sorry, y/n. I should never have left you.” Y/n grabbed his hands that were clinging to her, “Spencer it’s okay. I’m okay. Nothing that has happened is your fault.”

Spencer turned his head away from her, she brought her hand to his cheek turning him back towards her, “Hey it’s okay I promise.”

“It’s not just that, I didn’t realize how much you were struggling with the others. I want you to know they aren’t going to hurt you anymore, no one will ever hurt you again. I love you, y/n.” He kissed the palm of her hand that was resting on his cheek.

She smiled down at him and she finally felt peace as she said, “I know. I love you too.”

#spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #anon request #request finished

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sunshinelukee · 3 years

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get to know me under the cut! thank you so much for the tag @loverofmines 💛

i'm tagging @heartbreakgirlisagoodsongcalum @ashandcalscurbsidemilkshake @fairytalesforscience @wastethen8 @youngbloodchild @calumsthood @bandsanitizer @notinthesameguey @ashtcnirwin @mikeycliffords @myloverboyash @redrattlers and anyone else who wants to! :)

1. name/nickname: naomi

2. gender: female

3. star sign: leo

4. height: 5'6

5. time: 6.21pm

6. birthday: august 12th

7. favorite bands: 5sos, 1D, Little Mix, The Aces, The Vamps, Waterparks

8. favorite solo artists: Taylor Swift, Lewis Capaldi, Mali-Koa, Ariana Grande

9. song stuck in my head: better with you by Virginia To Vegas

10. last movie: To All The Boys: Always And Forever

11. last show: just finished Anne with an E

12. when did I make this blog: 2016, but I wasn't really active until 2018

13. what I post: mostly edits and gifs I think? the occasional meme maybe?

14. the last thing i googled: triple crochet stitch (i'm making a cardigan at the moment)

15. other blogs: none actually, i just stick to this one haha

16. do i get asks: occasionally, yes! (though i'm pretty bad at answering them because i always forget about them, so i do apologize for that)

17. why i chose this url: luke's just an actual ray of sunshine💛

18. following: 248

19. followers: 7121 (which is crazy, ily all🥺)

20. average hours of sleep: usually around 7

21. lucky number: 2

22. instruments: i probably know 3 songs on ukulele and 1 song on the recorder from when i was like 8, that's as far as my musical abilities go lol

23. what am i wearing right now: mom jeans and a knitted sweater

24. dream trip: i've always wanted to go to australia or somewhere in scandinavia :)

25. favorite foods: anything italian honestly

26. nationality: dutch

27. favorite song: i don't really have a specific favorite song, i guess it depends on the day

28. last book i read: currently reading a book for my german class called 24 Stunden aus dem Leben einer Frau by Stefan Zweig, which i actually really enjoy so far :)

29. top three fictional universes: Harry Potter, Narnia, Percy Jackson

30. favorite color: yellow!

#these were really fun to answer :)#tag game

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maybankiara · 3 years

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tagged by @camillemonty, ty so much ♡

name/nickname: dea, dorothy, dory, dodo

gender: female

star sign: capricorn

height: 5′8

time: 12:40

birthday: jan 9

favorite bands: arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, cage the elephant, the 1975, 5sos, the black keys, kaleo

favorite solo artists: lewis capaldi, dave, ren, harry styles, iamnotshane, hozier

fong stuck in my head: achilles come down

last movie: scent of a woman

last show: bridgerton? i think

when did i create this blog: april/may 2020 i think

what do i post: fics and shitposts whoop (but quality reblogs)

last thing i googled: tommy conlon (character from warrior)

other blogs: oof too many to count, but @unsaidjulie @immortalcockroach @deasresources are the ones i actually use

do i get asks: sometimes!! mostly about my fics nowadays (10/10 content) but i used to get obx-related asks back when the show was really popular which was fun. i love getting asks, honestly

why i choose my url: jj... kiara... jj x kiara... you get the drill

following: 398

followers: 1,237 (dAmn)

average hours of sleep: 8

lucky number: don’t have one?? but maybe 27

instrument: guitar!!

what am i wearing: sweatpants and a tank top (my trademarks)

dream job: writer/literary editor

dream trip: australia, west virginia, west canada

nationality: croatian

favorite song: a different age by the current joys

last book i read: still reading, but sense and sensibility by jane austen

top 3 fictional universes i'd like to live in: harry potter, the raven cycle, shadow & bone

tagging @drewstarkey @sacredto @coconutroseowl @downbytheouterbanks & anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag game #about me

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notanacousticsetcal · 4 years

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girl crush (lrh) - chapter four

summary - luke is 19 and 5sos is at the top of their game. daisy harlow is a solo artist becoming more popular by the day. daisy and luke “date” for publicity but some real feelings start to spark during their forced time together. the only problem? luke has a girlfriend.

warnings - none! (for this chapter) basically just lots of nerves.

word count - 700ish (its a short one, i know, im sorry :( )

a/n - i know its short and i apologize for that but im going to try to get back on writing this consistently -- i think the plot i have planned out is good i just want to execute it properly. thank you for reading!!!

DAISY’S POV

The boys shuffle into the row of seats and the blonde takes his seat next to Daisy, running his hands over his knees.

Daisy blinks and then feels Virginia place a hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “Hey, how are you guys?” Daisy smiles, trying to make this situation as not awkward as possible.

The brunette next to Luke smiles back kindly. “We’re alright, how about you?” Daisy was expecting a response from her fake boyfriend, but this is better than nothing.

Daisy glances at Virginia and she shrugs. “Yeah, we’re good. Nervous a bit.”

The boy nods in understanding. “This your first VMAs too?”

The conversation caught the attention of the two boys on the end. Daisy sighs, “yup. It's pretty intimidating.” He laughs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in a room with this many famous people in my life.” Daisy and Virginia laugh with him, feeling a little more at ease.

“Oh,” Daisy clears her throat. “This is Virginia, my best friend, and I’m Daisy. It's nice to meet you all.” Virginia waves and the boy smiles.

“I’m Calum, this quiet bloke is Luke, on the end with the colored hair is Michael and this is Ashton.” He gestures to each boy, clapping them on the back.

Luke looks annoyed and like he’d rather be literally anywhere else which is definitely discouraging and a little offensive to Daisy. The two other boys nod their heads, even extending hands for the girls to shake. They gladly accept them.

Calum looks down at Luke who’s hunched over in his seat, his elbows propped on his knees and gives him a harsh nudge with his shoulder earning an aggravated grunt from the blonde.

Luke turns his head slightly, acknowledging the girls for the first time since he got here, and gives them a standoffish nod. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Daisy raises an eyebrow but lets it go. “Yeah, you too.”

Throughout the entire show, the other 3 band members were warm and inviting, Ashton even flirting with Virginia, though she insists he was just being nice, but barely a peep or a second glance from Luke.

Daisy has a few choice words she wants to lay on the asshole but she decides she’ll keep it civil for now -- in front of all the celebrities shes trying to impress.

After the show was over, the crowd inched out of the building and dispersed, headed to their individual A-list after parties and hangouts. Daisy and Virginia went to head out to find their car but were stopped by Calum.

“Hey, are you guys going to the after party at that DJ’s house?” Virginia and Daisy exchange a confused look and then shake their heads in sync. “Here, I’ll send you the address if you wanna check it out.” Calum sends the address to Daisy’s phone and then leaves to go find his band mates, leaving the girls to navigate the crowd.

LUKE'S POV

Luke just sat there. Like a complete idiot.

Luke knew he wanted to avoid falling for her (though that already was proving to be a challenge and he’d barely said two words to her) but he didn’t want to make her hate him.

He royally messed up. But what does he expect? He already has a girlfriend and he’s kind of stuck with her, whether he likes it or not. So what is his plan? So what if she hates him?

Luke groans internally, his grip on his Corona tightening as he sits unaccompanied on the plushy velvet couch in some overrated DJ’s house.

He had been expecting to have some time alone to recuperate and collect himself, but not 30 minutes after he last saw her, there she is again, dancing in a new tight dress and a new pair of tall sexy heels. Luke’s eyes roll back in apparent annoyance but they quickly fall back on the brunette owning the dance floor. She’s magnetizing.

Luke needs to get drunk.

So maybe then he’ll have an excuse to do something sober him might be too afraid to.

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vivwrite · 3 years

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With the Ghost of You(When the Sun Goes Down We All Get Lonely)

Maybe he’s just imagining, maybe its just another fantasy he pictures, but Luke seems semitransparent, a halo casting around his figure, holy, angelic.

“The night was very long but it didn’t seem long to the Snow Man; he stood lost in his own pleasant thoughts, and they froze until they crackled.”

or: Ashton meets Luke in a library, and the story tells itself. (AO3 link👇)

ooookay so my first fic for lashton and 5sos . Thanks for reading it. And tbh I'm extremely nervous because English's not my first language. So sorry for the mistakes lol.

One thing: I read Marquez's work in my first language, and I can't find the English version of it, so I translated the title and first sentence to English. There might be a mistake so sorry again lol

Ashton has always loved the library.

It isn't the school library, which is always so grand, demure, solemn, much like a robot- no, too cold and inhuman.

What he prefers, rather, is a smaller one run by a group of retired professors. It seems determined to hide itself in the northeastern corner of the campus, made up of three small but never crowded reading rooms. No matter when he walks through the doors be can find lamps shading yellowish circles on wooden tables, rows and rows of bookshelves up to the ceiling, and seats, beside small windows where the sunlight outside leaks in just perfectly on sunny afternoons.

To him it's always a getaway, a secret hiding place from the stressed and sometimes too fast school life, the only friend he can turn to when he isn't that enthusiastic about life, a comfort when facing another rock bottom. He's already studying a too rational subject; he'd love spending some time being just sensitive in here.

He'd spend hours and hours wandering among the bookshelves, picking one when he feels like it, skimming a few pages before deciding to read on or not. By doing this he feels just like a boy on the beach, amazed by an emerald or sapphire brought on shore by waves from time to time- what matters isn't just the book he gets. It's more of the communicating, the chore he gets to strike.

Unsatisfactory experiment result, loads of homework, a long and tiresome discussion with the professor about his research orientation- which he thinks is too early for him to consider, but she insists that as he has already got postgraduate recommendation he needs to consider it fully right now- and Ashton finds himself wandering in the library again, walking aimlessly, not for finding books, just to feel the connection.

It is a strange feeling, really, to be connected with books. Most of them on the shelves just seem to be books as they are, silent, quiet, lifeless. But, well, maybe it’s just his imagination- but some particular ones seem to be staring back- especially that one.

His hand automatically moves to pick that book out of the column.

It is quite delicate, a hard back small enough to be held on one hand, the title shimmering under the dim lights.

Ann’s Diary.

He remembers reading it in his teen years.

“Sorry, but that's mine.”

Ashton springs from the bookshelf. The book slips straight from his hand, hitting the wooden floor with a thud, as a boy rounds up from the other side.

He's tall- even taller than Ashton. And quite young, a freshman or sophomore, maybe. He is staring at Ashton from behind those strands of blonde, messy curls falling off to his face, piercing pale blue eyes met with his hazel ones, and that made his breath hitch for a second- although those eyes are definitely showing dismay.

"I... I don't really understand." He tries his best to cover all the confusion and fear- dealing with strangers always makes him uncomfortable (although he can manage it by acting cheerful and shit), especially with a pissed one.

But the boy seems determined to stay silent and on edge. He just flips the first page open, gesturing to a mark on it.

It's a two-word initial. Must have written quite a long time ago, as the lines are a bit blurry and the ink has faded into light gray. But he still recognizes the word, written in Italic, reading "L.H.".

Wait. The librarians never said that there is a place for personal collections.

Before he can ask about it the boy swirls around and walks off, leaving alone a dumbfounded Ashton.

He goes to ask the librarians, then the curator(because the librarians know nothing), about books with a L. H. written on it.

"This is a long story, darling, but it's late." Mrs. Hemmings' voice is collected and calm as always, but Ashton can tell that there is something as her eyes are a bit dull, "Maybe the other day."

His favorite spot in the library is a small table tucked behind seven rows of bookshelves of English literature(yes, he counts how many bookshelves are there), just besides a small window. Others rarely find it- unless they're crazy for novels by Adeline Virginia Woolf or they're just too bored to do anything else.

That's why he chooses here- There's no disruption, no noise, only the random shuffle for a person searching for books and pages being turned. Being alone.It suits him.

The sound of a chair pulling broke the silence,ripping him from the novel plot- someone has slipped into the chair opposite of him.

Well, fuck.

Ashton lifts his head from the pages, slight agitation rising from his chest, which shifted to utter surprise as his eyes meet a strangely familiar shade of blue.

Before he could say anything the boy blurts out , "Please... I want to explain."

For a moment Ashton just sits there, staring. Thoughts cloud his mind, tangling messily, laying conflicted- He was so senseless but now he seems so sincere! He won't trust his own voice right now, afraid that something stupid pops up all of a sudden. So he decides to just nod, a silent permit for the stranger to go on.

The boy clears his throat, looking a little nervous, "About the incident yesterday... I'm sorry. Got into something stupid and was shouted at all day long- but, I mean, fuck, even that isn't the reason I became such a jerk to you. I'm not trying to defend myself, but please don't be angry... Oh my fucking god, I don't know what I'm saying." He groans, pushing a hand through his curls, messing it up a bit.

Well, isn't that adorable.

Ashton hears himself chuckling, "I understand, no worries. Everyone has a bad day, don't we?"

He watches as the boy visibly relaxes with the reassuring words, a smile slipping on on his face, "Yeah, I guess. Thanks... Um, what's your name, by the way?"

Oh, right.

"Ashton."

"Thanks, Ashton." the boy's smile widens, "I'm Luke."

So the initial does belong to him. The L. H..

It's not until silence falls that Ashton realizes he may have stared at those sea- blue, sincere eyes for a bit too long. Hastily he ducked his head into his novel, flushed, trying to pick up the stream of Woolf's consciousness again.

"Virginia Woolf?" Luke's voice cuts in, and to Ashton's surprise- filled with pure interest.

Everyone else just thinks he's crazy and nerdy fancying Woolf's works.

"You like her?" He can't help but feel hope lighting up.

"One of my favorite!" Luke's literally buzzing with excitement, like a puppy finally getting some fresh air after a long lockdown in the house, "Never found another person to discuss, though. Everyone just say it's too hard to understand and shits."

And with that their conversation swiftly shifts into a heated discussion about stream of consciousness novels, to Woolf, then Proust, Faulkner, all way up the history, even to Freud- and Ashton finds, surprisingly, that they can strike a chord in every part of it- and the way Luke talks relentlessly, smiling so broad, eyes shining and hands waving- tells him he holds the same feelings, same thought, same passion.

His throat's sore- he hasn't talked that much in like, forever- but that doesn't stop him from being smug like an idiot when he leaves the library.

He's been alone for a long time, But it seems that he has finally found someone.

He starts to spend more time in the library- first just to do some more leisure reading and writing stuff there, then he starts bring his textbooks and laptop there to finish his homework, then even starts to stay there as long as he neither has classes nor needs to go back to the dorm. Yes, he admits it's kind of strange one's never tired of a library- especially that he has already ploughed through every part since he first stepped into it- but he knows why- a cute boy with ocean blue eyes and a smile is always there now.

It has become a routine. Luke accompanies him every day, sometimes already halfway through a novel when Ashton arrives, while other times Luke shows up merrily when he’s buried in the middle of projects and homework, bringing in a sense of cool breeze and fresh air before peeking over and ushering him to take a break(well sometimes the work has to be done, but Luke’s so sweet that he can’t refuse). Their time spent together is usually quiet, Ashton either typing away on his laptop or on a book, while Luke is immersed in his own novel, just piping up from time to time to discuss the plot or asking about the author. Topic wanders- books, school life, bands, music (seriously, how many same hobbies do they hold?).

They have went through so many fields- Stream of Consciousness to Science Fiction, Agatha Christie to Akudagawa, Shakespeare's Sonnet to Samuel Ullman's prose, but the list still seems far from ending. To Ashton's surprise Luke have read most of the writers not only by representative works but also less- famous chapters- many of which he only knows but has never read. He had thought he's an English Literature student, but Luke amazed him again by saying he studies Math actually- the same amazement occurred again when Luke discovered the chemistry paper Ashton's working on.

He can’t recall the last time he felt this content -Well, he can’t even remember when he has become so silent and depressed, on edge and under pressure.

But seems Luke has already become the solution.

Ashton sighs, recoils back in his chair, takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes- He never learns the lesson of not leaving your homework to the deadline, fuck it.

Besides him Luke rises his head, a slight smile tugging at his lips, "You finally done?"

He just groaned, eyes shut."I wonder how the fuck you can even finish your homework. You never seem to be doing anything related to math."

"Maybe that's because all can be done quickly if I want."

Smug idiot.

"Wait till you're a post graduate and you'll know what's torture."

"Will quit right after four years, then."

Ashton scowls, cracks open one eye and spares a hand to flip Luke off, to which he ducks away (he always does) and giggles, "You're of no fucking help."

"What do you want me to do, then?"

"Don't know. Tell me a story. Or just read something. As long as I'm not thinking my head off about the synthesis route of some stupid fucking molecule I'll be fine."

He heard a light chuckle, "Aye- Aye, Captain, here we go."

The sound of pages turning, Luke clearing his throat, then,"'It's so bitterly cold that my whole body crackles!' Said the Snow Man."

Ashton lifts an eyebrow wearily,"Now you're telling me an Andersen's Fairy Tale?"

"Shh. Shut up and be a good boy. It's my favorite one." then, "This wind can really blow life into you! And how that glaring thing up there glares at me!" He meant the sun; it was just setting..."

Luke reads on, and Ashton finds himself relaxing, sinking into the familiar tale he’s read hundreds of times as a toddler, following the thread of the story, recalling the dialogue, how the Snow Man calls the Old Watchdog “my friend”.

Luke's voice fades for a brief second, then returns, slightly changed, softer, “Then the Snow Man looked, and he really saw a brightly polished thing with a brass stomach and fire glowing from the lower part of it. A very strange feeling swept over the Snow Man...”

Here comes the part- tracing the memory he can still feel it, the confusion when toddler him read to this part, then realization and excitement for no reason when he picked it up again, just for one time, before he come to this city.

He thought a new place brings a new life. That he would finally leave that old black and white town. He thought he knew what life was all about, what love was.

So ambitious, so young, so dumb.

Ashton blinks furiously, shaking the thoughts flooding up away from his mind. He’s here, in his favorite place, with an adorable boy who keeps his company, reading a tale to him. He’s fine, they’re fine, it’s fine.

His eyes lands on Luke.

The small lamp on the table is tilted slightly, soft golden light casting gently down on the boy’s right side, splitting a silhouette, leaving the left side of his face in the shadow. Curls falls off his face, dangling. His long, thick eyelashes turns to an almost-silver color under the light, trembling slightly, dancing altogether with the little particles floating in the air, as those blue eyes, clear as the sunny day but still deep as the sea, moves with each line, each word on the page. Maybe he’s just imagining, maybe its just another fantasy he pictures, but Luke seems semitransparent, a halo casting around his figure, holy, angelic.

“The night was very long but it didn’t seem long to the Snow Man; he stood lost in his own pleasant thoughts, and they froze until they crackled.”

The story’s still going, coming to an end, and Luke’s voice, a little raspy now, is merely above a whisper, like if he tells it any louder the fragile, beautiful tragedy will be destroyed.

“Come out, dear sun! Come often, skies of blue!

And nobody thought any more about the Snow Man.”

And with that Silence falls, a sad love story coming to its end.

For a while they just sits, looking into each others eyes.

The atmosphere’s changed, he knows it, can feel it. It’s a brand new feeling, one he has never felt, the rising urge, the need, the want, to get closer to the boy in front of him, to truly know him, to be with him, go through everything with him, feel the same with him, to like him, love him.

Hesitantly, he reaches out, slowly, hand trembling.

For a moment Luke seems to be on the same page with him, eyes fluttering shut and automatically leaning in, but suddenly he gasps, like being reminded of something he has long forgotten, and recoils back sharply, Ashton’s hand touches nothing but air.

Why.

“It’s late, Ash.” Luke whispered, not looking him in the face, “Maybe the other day.”

Something’s changed between them.

Not that the intimacy has changed- no. They still meets at the very table, reading and chatting, Luke still listens to his bickering about homework and fucking lab life- but something’s there, like The Sword of Damocles, hanging dangerously, but both just choose to ignore it.

Luke’s still Luke, sweet and gentle, cute and caring. But he’s somewhat quieter then before- he’s still chatting when it comes to their hobbies, but he always stops abruptly after the topic’s over, cutting the conversation.

It’s only that Ashton’s confused, confused about fucking all of it, confused about why Luke refused his invitation, why Luke takes a step back while he finally decides to step forward. It’s like an invisible barrier is built, all things suddenly turns indefinite without reason.

He hate it. He fucking hate all of it.

It’s only worse that he’s stuck in the library right now- it’s pouring outside, he’s left his umbrella at home, his jacket has no hat, and Luke’s oddly quiet.

He’s reading, more of scanning automatically, mind crowded with uncomfortable thoughts, screaming at him to at least find out what’s wrong with Luke(he don’t know how when they’re in this awkward state), to pluck up his courage and try again(well look what a coward he becomes when it comes to pining), to get this mess sorted (to which he has absolutely no fucking idea).

Fucking shitty day.

He doesn’t know how much time has passed- the sky is darkening, pure black seeping into pale gray, as the window starts to mirror the lighted lamp, making it unable to see the outside.

He hears a sigh, then the sound of book shut.

He can see those clear blue eyes from the corner of his eye, a little dim than usual, like the eyes of a sad puppy, and that almost break his heart. He wants to get close to the boy again, tell him it’s okay, he’s here, no need to keep those shit all alone and stuff- but instead he stares intently at the screen, so hard that his eyes starts to water, cursing himself inwardly.

A pause. Then, “Ash.”

Ashton gives himself a slap in the head, then puts on his most cheery face, “Yeah?”

Luke shakes his head furiously, “Don’t... Don’t act in front of me. I know you’re not well these days, and it’s all because of,” He waves his hand impatiently, then pulls his curls, casting out another deep sigh, “Yes, I... feel there is something I need to explain.”

And again he finds himself lost of words, exactly like the last time Luke made an explanation. But Luke’s acting different- strange. He’s frowning, shifting in his seat, hands tightly clasped together, teeth tugging at his lower lip, eyes filled with... fear.

Luke has never gone frightened in front of him.

“Hey, hey.” He reaches out, trying to grab Luke’s hand, but the boy squealed and pulls away abruptly again- so he just sighs, being as comforting as possible, “It’s okay, Luke. All okay.”

Finally the boy seems to have made the decision. He points to the book he just finished, which is lying on the table now, “The second short story.”

“You’re making me a puzzle through Marquez? Typical.” Ashton picks up the book, checking the writer. He’s trying to make a joke, but it came out weak and not funny at all, as Luke just sighs again and rests his head in his hands.

“I don’t know how to say it, so.” God, he hates how Luke’s voice sounds, all hurt and in pain.

“Luke, I mean, I’m not forcing you, but you know you can tell me everything-” panic’s rising, and he feels the urge, that they’re coming to the crossroads-

“Um, Ashton?”

He’s never hated life- the approaching librarian as well- more than now.

“Yes?”

She comes to stand beside him, a hand on his shoulder, “It’s ten now and we’re closing in five minutes. You need an umbrella?”

“Um, just a minute. We have something to discuss. I promise it’ll be quick.” He gestures to the seat across the table, where he knows Luke’s sitting.

He expects a nod, but her face is puzzled, coated with a layer he can’t read, “We? But Ashton, there’s no one across the table.”

“What?”

His head whips around, so quick that he thinks he must have strained his neck. He closes his eyes, then opens them again- yes, Luke is sitting right there, in the chair, totally frozen besides the nervous act just now- but he’s there.

“But...”

She only shakes her head, “You’re the only one here all day, Ashton. No one else feels like coming on such a stormy weather.”

With that she leaves.

Ashton turns back to Luke frantically, “What the hell-”

He’s met with a stony face and watery blue eyes. Luke seems defeated and in total grief.

“Tell me, Luke. Tell me!” Panic overcomes him, his voice three octaves higher than usual. It can’t be real, it’s just his fantasy, things like this can’t happen in real life...

Luke holds out his trembling hand, and very slowly, reaches over, linking it with Ashton’s.

A wave of icy cold rises up- from his feet up to his spine, overwhelming him, drowning him, making his head dizzy, the world turning, the sense-

The sense of not being touched.

Luke’s hands go straight through his.

“Because they can’t see me.” The silhouette figure whispers, voice barely audible.

“I’m not as real as you see me, Ash.”

The next three days come and go like a blurry scene.

Ashton remembers it just vaguely- he remembers fleeing out of the library, running alone the dark campus path till his chest burns and every breath becomes a burden. He remembers the rain, pouring down and hitting him relentlessly, flowing off his face, mixed with some warm fluid he didn’t dare to think about. He remembers walking back to the dorm, all worn out and broken down, throwing himself on his bed and crying till weariness finally came over. He slept, then woke, then ushered himself into sleep again, like only in dreamland he could forget all of it, until he was really not able to sleep anymore.

He pushes himself up from his bed and stumbles into the bathroom, eyeing himself in the mirror. He looks like shit, even worse than a hangover, purple bags hanging from his eyes and hair sticking in all directions. He sighs, turning to walk from the bathroom, cursing as he nearly trips over something on the ground- but the word died halfway in his throat.

It’s that book. The Collection of Marquez’s Short Stories. He must have thrown it on the floor that night.

Ashton swallows, hesitant- he’s not that sure if he’s ready to face it, that memory, that typical boy- but his hand does it for him, already flipping through the pages.

The second work, what is the second work......

He sees the title.

Someone Messed up the Roses.

He takes in a breath.

Today’s Sunday, the rain’s stopped, and I want to pick some red and white roses to my grave...

His eyes is welling up, but he reads on, about the story of a boy’s ghost and his sister, a wish never coming true, a story of love and regret.

There’s a note, written in Italic, at the corner of the page, end of the story, black ink suggesting it’s freshly written.

You have given me the happiest moments my whole life and beyond life, Ash. It might be like a cheesy novel, but I love you and I’m sorry.

Luke Hemmings

He’s crying before he knows it.

“Fuck, Luke.”

The scenery outside the window’s changing, fading from concrete jungle to fields and woods. On the end of the road, a hill’s approaching.

He’s sitting in the bus, hand clutching at Marquez’s Collection and a piece of paper- a piece of paper Mrs. Hemmings gave him, showing a route to the place he wants to go.

The vehicle stops and Ashton stands, hopping off the bus, going for the iron door just beside the muddy road.

He pushes it open, the rust on it sticking on his hands, the scent of soil coming up to greet him. As he keeps walking stones appears- delicately carved, yet lifeless.

An oak. That’s what she told him- an oak beside him.

He lifts his head, looking around, and found it- an oak, already tall, rising from the soil, pointing straight to the pale-gray sky.

Uncertainty and fear echoes in the back of his mind, trying to stop him, as he just goes on.

He’s already experienced lost once. He doesn’t want to lose it again.

He stops in front of the oak, hesitates before sitting down, cross- legged.

“I don’t know what to say, Luke.”

He stops, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“A part of me is telling me to forget all this, deny it, wave it off as a dream. It’s all just a fantasy, something I pictured, and I’m supposed to, I should...”

“But, Luke, every minute spent with you is so real.”

“They would say I’m crazy, everyone will; I mean, who would believe a person falling in love with someone already gone- and supposed to be in the state of nonexistence? But... you’re like someone I finally found, a person in this world who could understand me... Who I’ve searched for my whole life.”

He sniffs, blinking away the tears welling up, “You know, during my years alone I’ve learned about not to expect, not to hope; but you... you bring the difference, like a light suddenly cracking in. I mean... if you’re there, if you’re really there... please, just please, give me something to hope, to wish for, and don’t just go away like that.”

“Because I’m so lonely,” He finally let it slip, “So lonely, Luke.”

A soft wind picks up, leaves rustling, like an answer. But as he listens on everything just stays silent, like they’ve always been forever. No silhouette, no soft voice belonging to a boy.

The sky’s getting dark, so he just pushes himself up and leaves.

He continues with the life. Attending classes, finishing homework, finally deciding his research orientation. His professor says something about “A big step” and “I know you can do it”, which he just brushes it all off, not truly listen.

He continues to go to the library- but not sitting in that very table anymore, and just stays there for less then an hour each day. He’s read Someone Messed Up the Roses again and again, like all of the other works have suddenly lost their attraction to him.

The pages are all dog-eared and worn out, but he just goes on with it, flipping the pages, ready to read the short story for like the twentieth time.

“I wouldn’t treat a book like that, you know.”

He jumps from his seat, eyes widening, turning around.

Someone turns up from behind the bookshelf.

Messy curls, sea- blue eyes, the lips curling up in a slight smile.

It’s like a dream. He’s in a dream.

Like he can read Ashton’s mind, the blonde walks straight up to him and extends his arms, wrapping him into an embrace.

He feels warmth.

Still no feelings of being touched, the figure still semitransparent, but warmth.

“It’s real. Don’t doubt it.” Luke’s voice is soft, reassuring, barely above a whisper.

Just like he remembers.

The warmth doesn’t fade, like when he’s standing under the afternoon sun, closing his eyes, feeling the hope coming up.

He finally believes it- tears are sliding down his face before he knows it.

“Luke."

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joannie95 · 5 years

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Legacy Part- 27

Pairing: Carter! reader x ?????

Summary: Everyone knows Peggy Carter is a force to be reckoned with, who could have guessed her granddaughter would hold the same ferocity, if not more.This story follows y/n Carter’s life as she faces the obstacles life pitches her.

Warnings: Talk of death

A/N: I am starting to incorporate the story with the movies which makes me sad because now its becoming real that one day this story will come to an end.

A/N: I’m sorry this chapter isnt as long as the rest, Iliterally wrote it within a few hours just so I could post it in time. The coordinates I used were found online, I literally googled Afghanistan coordinates and that’s what came up.

Story proofread by @hermionie-is-my-queen and thank you to @nasarogers for helping with ideas with the story

2008 Age 24

As you sit on your couch flipping through channels all that was on was news on Tony Stark.

“Typical, what did he manage to get himself into this time?” You mumbled to yourself. You continue to flip through channels trying to find anything not involving him.

“Attack-”

“Explosion-”

“Eight dead, four injured-”

“Missing-"

You finally stop at a channel to find out what’s going on.

"Stark Industries CEO Tony Stark has been officially missing for two months and twenty eight day. A convoy returning to the United States Armed Forces base was attacked by insurgents, his current location is unknown. In other news-”

You didn’t know how to feel, sure you hated Tony but it’s not like you’d ever want him to go through something like this. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Albert spoke.

“Miss Carter there is someone at your front door."

"Who is it.” You weren’t expecting anyone today. Both Nat and Clint were on missions, Darcy was at her base and Phil was in a meeting with Nick.

“It isn’t anyone you know Miss. Would you like me to run a facial scan.”

“No thank you Albert.” You walk towards your door, gun at your side if you need it as you tap on a screen next to your door that is connected to a camera facing the entrance. On the screen you see a woman with strawberry blonde hair, wearing a blouse and a pencil skirt. You notice the redness in her eyes, she looks tired as if she hasn’t gotten any sleep the last few days.

You slowly open the door and meet her gaze. “Can I help you?”

“Hi, yes. My name is Virginia Potts but everyone calls me Pepper. I work for Tony Stark, I’m his assistant. I’m not sure if you’ve heard, I mean you must have it’s all over the news.

She must have noticed the look on your face because she quickly got to her point.

"I need your help finding him.” She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

“And why do you think I can help you do that.” You didn’t know this woman and you doubt he talked about you to her.

“Please, he’s been missing for nearly three months, the air force has been searching but they haven’t found anything.” She grabbed onto your hands with tears in her eyes begging for your help.

“Alright.” You let out a breath and lead her inside your apartment. “Just have a seat and I’ll see what I can do."

"Albert, please pull up real time video from S.H.I.E.L.D satellite.” You pull up your laptop as a projection appears from above you.

“What was his last known location?” You look towards her, hoping she was calm enough to answer.

“Afghanistan, he was making a presentation and he was going back to the Armed Forces base.”

“Alright Albert, show me any visuals you have on Tony Stark in Afghanistan."

"Of course, Miss Carter. The most recent visual available is from two months ago.”

“Pull that up please.” In front of you is a video of Tony in the vehicles before the explosion. “Fast forward that please.” You didn’t know Pepper but you weren’t cruel enough to make her to see his attack. “Stop the video please.” In front of you, you see an unconscious Tony surrounded by 5 people as they toss him into a vehicle. “Continue the video until you get a visual on him.” The last that is seen of him is just as they exit the vehicle and enter a cave.

“Miss there are no more recent videos since that date."

"Thank you Albert, could you please get me the coordinates from that location.”

“Of course, decimal degree coordinates are 33.9391° N 67.71° E.”

You look towards Pepper. “That’s his last known location, it looks like he hasn’t been moved since he went missing.”

“Oh my god thank you, thank you so much!” She rushes towards you and pulls you into a hug. “I need to call Colonel Rhodes and tell him the location.”

“Ms. Potts.” You stop her before she leaves.

“Please call me Pepper.” She smiles at you as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

“Alright. Pepper, I’m not sure how you found me or how you even know of me but please don’t tell him you did.” You managed to stay away from Tony this long and you don’t plan on that changing anytime soon.

“Of course.” She looked confused for a second but she knew better than to question someone that just helped her.

“And Pepper?”

She turned her head slightly as she was about to walk out.

“You can’t always trust everyone you work for. Just remember that."

And with that she was gone. A few days later you met up with Phil, he needed to talk to you about his upcoming mission.

"Fury wants me to talk to Stark. There’s something about his abduction that doesn’t sit right with him. I just wanted to let you know before I go.” He had a concerned look on his face.

Phil knew about your past with Stark, he was like a second dad to you so you had no reason not to tell him.

“Alright, thank you. I really appreciate the heads up.” Something told you that no matter how long you tried to avoid it,Your path would cross Tony Stark’s once again.

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