#dunno what your definition of flopping is but i don't think that's what's happening over there

[jeonqkooks]

are you having fun with flopping on your stray kids fics

someone forgot to check the other blog before sending this ask

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyyy hope you’re having a wonderful day! I wanted to request a Sparrow Ben Hargreeves one shot where like Y/N is oblivious to his feelings while he’s trying to drop hints?? (but failing because something always happens)

If not that’s totally fine!!! No pressure :3

oooo okay okay I can definitely try!! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy 🫶 ; alsonsorry this is so bad idk y I flopped on this 😔

SPARROW! BEN ; damnit

summary ; ben's always being cockblocked

warnings ; language, mentions of alcohol

disclaimers ; takes place post s3 - pre s4

word count ; 881

masterlist

You stand in the kitchen with Luther, making dinner with him for the family. Everyone, aka the Hargreeves and Lila plus their kids, had come over for a little reunion for their birthday. You weren't a Hargreeves, nor did you have powers, but they were your only friends, and they each saved your life at least once.

Ben approaches, leaning on the counter where you chop up some green onions, a pot and pan on the stove behind you.

"Hey" He smiles. "Whatcha up to?"

You shrug. "Chopping up some onions. What's up?"

"Nothing, really. Allison picked out a really dumb movie to watch and I can't stand it anymore" He answers.

You'd tuned out the family in the living room just a few feet away, focused on your meal prepping / creating. You look up at the TV, seeing the family sprawled around the furniture, kids playing with toys on the floor.

"Ben, stop, this movie is so good" You reply, turning back to your cutting board.

"It's some cheesey Hallmark movie?"

"Hush"

The two of you are silent for a moment before he speaks again.

"Your hair looks really nice today-"

"Fuck!"

The siblings quickly shoot up from their spots, Ben jumping a bit as you rush to the stove.

You'd accidently lit the chicken on fire. Somehow.

You quickly slam a lid over the pan of chicken, not wanting to fuel the grease fire any more than you had. You quickly shut off the burner, slowly looking back at Ben.

"Could you go get me more chicken from the store? I'll give you the money, I just need to look over all this stuff, sorry for asking on your birthday-"

"Yeah, sure!" He quickly replies. "Anything for you"

"Hey, Y/n" Ben smiles, "I brought you flowers"

"Awe, thank you!" You reply, accepting the gift as he enters your home.

"I kinda wanted to talk to you about something-"

Your phone rings, the number being the one of your workplace. You grab it, looking to him before accepting the call.

"I gotta take this really quick, sorry"

He nods, watching you trail into the other room, flowers still in hand. He stands by the door, unknowing of what to do in the moment. He soaks up his own silence, listening to your unintelligible speech behind the walls.

You return swiftly, a sorry expression on your face.

"I'm so sorry, Ben, I need to go in, it's urgent. Uhm, we'll talk later, yeah?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry. Be safe"

As he quickly exits your home, he mutters to himself.

"Damnit"

"I dunno, maybe I'm crazy," you chuckle, picking up another piece of food with your fork.

"I don't think you're crazy." Ben shrugs. "I think you're overworked and tired"

You both sit in a booth at a restaurant, a bright light shining over the table, warm food on your plates. You were eating out because you both didn't want to cook dinner at home tonight. Being alone sucked for both of you. If only you both had the balls to talk to each other.

But that's your problem, you oblivious fuck.

You shrug at his response. "I dunno, I think being alone, living alone, is slowly driving me insane."

"I mean, you could live with me," He mumbles, picking at his food.

"Hm?" You hum, having not heard him.

"Oh, nothing"

"...You sure?"

"Yeah"

The silence blankets you once more as you listen to the nearby commotion. The other families eating, the bustling workers, the music over the speakers.

You listened to everything but him, didn't you?

Today was the day. Ben was going to ask you out and he was not going to let himself or anything else get in his way.

Well, maybe red wine ruining his shirt would.

Why did he decide to take you to a bar in the first place is what we're all wondering. It didn't take much for him to get at least buzzed, which was his current state.

You decided to walk him back home, not wanting him to walk in the dark all by his lonesome. The walk is quiet, considering his slightly bruised ego. Jesus, he'd never get the chance to ask you at this point.

He slumps onto his bed as you lead him into his home, yelling into his mattress. You stand behind him, silent, finding this normal, because it was.

"What're you mad about now?" You sigh, throwing a pair of pajamas on him which you'd gotten from his dresser.

"I wanted to ask you out, and I have for a while, and every time I try it gets fucking ruined!" He slurs, yelling into his mattress once more.

You blink, confused. "What?"

"I like you, Y/n, Jesus," He groans, rolling over to look at you.

"Oh"

"'Oh' what?"

"I didn't realize" You shrug.

"I know. That's why I was trying to hint at it and even tell you, but you're oblivious, and things always have to go sideways at the wrong time," Ben speaks.

"I mean, I'd go out with you"

He raises an eyebrow. "Actually?"

"Yeah" You shrug. "Why not?"

"Oh my God, that took the biggest weight off my shoulders." He rolls off the bed on accident, landing on the floor.

You laugh.

"Damnit"

[lovelykalopsia]

Day 1: Trope Subversion Bad Boy trope cuz I though it would be funny

@mcyt-aro-week

"Y'know, this is a bit pathetic of you, dont you agree?" Grians voice broke his train of though, though it wasnt much of a train and more of one cart going around and around in never ending loop of nothingness, and that analogy was quickly getting away from him. "No, Grain, I don't think pining from Mr. Goodytwo shoes is pathetic, totally don't, where could you ever get that idea?" That sounded like it had more venom than it needed to, but then again maybe he really needed that much venom, or maybe even more, who knows?

"Hey! No need to get bitchy, Im just saying, your trying to keep your 'bad boy' appearance while also going for someone who is the complete opposite." Grian shrugged, and Joel knew Grian thought it was pathetic, but grian didnt have much to say with whatever he had going on with the tall lanky kid, Mumbo or something, not important anyways. This time Joel didn't reply, instead just groaning and hiding his hands in his face. "This is terrible" He mumble into his hand. He could hear Grain laugh at this, but he mostly tried to tune it out.

Jimmy groan, flopping down face first on his, Tango, and Scotts bed, right next to the others. "I don't know what to do guysss" he practically whined, though it was muffled by him shoving his face in the bed. Jim felt a hand start to mess with his hair and groaned louder.

"I mean, I think the best thing to do it tell him?" Tango suggested, though it sounded more like a question, like he himself wasnt sure that was a good idea.

"Well yeah, but I don't even know if he likes me like that or is intrest in that!" He finally pulled his head away from the bed so they could hear him better.

"You'll never know untill you ask, Sweetie. Amd even if he isn't interested I'm sure he'll still want to be friends, mostly because he isnt that dumb." God, Scott always knew what to say in situations like this, because no offense to Tango but his advice is horrible.

"I guess thats true...when should I tell him?" Jimmy asked, rolling over to stare at the celling. Honestly he didn't even know how he would go about it, he really isnt sure how Joel feels about him, because sure they talk and Joel isnt particularly mean, hes actually quite nice to him, but that doesn't automatically mean Joel would be interested in a qpr.

"You could always met him today?" Scott suggested, though it didn't make much sense because last he knew, Joel spends his weekend with Grian, being 'bad boys' whatever that could mean for them, noone really knows anyways.

"I really couldn't, hes usually busy with Grian."

"Maybe hes not..?" Scott definitely did something, hes not sure but he didnt something to get Joel away from Grain.

Joel felt his phone buzz in his pocket and then heard a ringtone, indicating that it was infact Scott texting him this time, gosh what could that man what today. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone, quickly unlocking it and going to his messages with Scott.

Scotty boy: joel, are you prehaps busy right now?

Joel: Not really what do want now.

Scotty boy: how would you feel about meeting up? Like right now at the cafe near your house.

Joel: ig i could, why

Scotty boy: well mr.bad boy, I have something important to tell you, but if you reallyyy dont want to, Ig it could wait

Joel: ugh ill be there in 5.

Scotty boy: perfect!

"Bloody hell, what could he want now" He mumble under his breath, pocketing his phone before standing up and walking to his dresser to find clothes that would make him look semi presentable.

"Joel, whatcha doin'?" Grian asked, slightly confused on what was happening.

"Scott wants to meet up with me for some odd reason I dunno why." Joel answered, Shrugging on a pull-over and a pair of trousers.

"Uhh okay, have fun with that, Ill be here." Grian said, pulling out his phone, probably inviting someone over while he's gone. Joel let out a 'mhm' and made his way to the door.

"Scott, why are you dressing me up like some kinda of toy?" Jimmy waw beyond confused right now. All he knew that he and Scott where going a on a date, as Scott put it, to some cafe hes never heard of.

"You want to look good for out date right? And no offense but I dont trust you to dress yourself Jim" Scott replied, throwing some more of Jims clothes on the floor, which would need to be washed later because of that.

"I guess, but I can infact dress myself just find, I'm an adult y'know."

"You're an adult who doesn't know how to dress well."

"I disagree I think I look perfectly fine." Jimmy knows he looks decent atleast, not bad enough to where he has to get dressed by someone else.

"Oh shush and let me do this or Joel will never want a qpr with you." Huh, strange.

"What are you talking about with Joel?"

"What?" Well, now Scott was just playing dumb with him, god dose he hate when Scott dose that.

"Scott, you said something about Joel, why?" He wasn't going to stop untill he got answers...he might actually that seems annoying for both of them.

"I didn't. Anyways, hurry and put these on so we can leave."

Joel made it to the Cafe fairly quickly, which was expected because he lives fairly close to the cafe, and now he was just waiting too see whatever Scott wanted. He flinched a bit when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned back to find Scott and Jimmy..? What in the world, why was Jim here.

"Hope we didn't keep you waiting too long, Jim was taking a superr long time to get ready." Scott said like it was nothing, sitting down across from Joel.

"Hello, Scott and Tim. I didn't know you were coming with Scott."

"I didn't know you were going to be here." Jim sat down next to Scott. Also, it was weird, why didn't Jim know he was going to be there, he assumed Scott would have told him, but he also didn't tell Joel Jim was coming so it wasnt fully outta the picture that he didnt know.

"So Scott...what did you need to tell me?" Joel asked, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.

"Well, I may have lied, it was actually Jimmy who wanted to tell you something, just needed me to get you here so I'll be taking my leave bye, Ill be taking me leave." Scott Stood up, giving Jims hand a small squeeze and whispering something to him.

"So, Tim, what was it that you needed to tell me?"

"Well, uh maybe I had something to tell you and maybe its embarrassing so like dont judge me?" Jim's voice shook a little as he spoke, either from nerves or possibly fear, Joel didnt really know.

"I won't judge" unless it was something stupid, but Jim didn't need to know that.

"Okay, well I have to, y'know, like be your partner, if you'll have me" Joel was speechless, that was not on his bingo card for today, not that he was complaining.

"I, uh, yeah, I would like that too."

[nolanhollogay]

"can I ask... what happened?" for whoever u want!!

mikeyedgar talk about rafe... cue everyone throwing up everywhere

+

Edgar wouldn't tell anyone where he got the bruises or the split lip from. Not even JJ, which made Mikey's anxiety skyrocket. Yeah, Edgar was a self sacrificing kinda guy, who liked to keep his problems to himself – Nova said it was a Catholic thing – but when it was serious, he always reached out for help. And if someone had hurt him, it was obviously serious.

Mikey knew he wouldn't be his first choice to talk to about whatever happened, but maybe that was why he would. There was no emotional weight between them, not like with JJ or Mags.

He was sitting on his bedroom floor when Mikey knocked on the open door, staring into space with his headphones. He startled at the sound, grabbing his CD player as if that could protect him.

Exhaling in relief when he saw who was there, he said, "Oh, hey, Mikey. What's up?"

"Wanted to hang out," he said, crossing the threshold and flopping onto the floor beside him. "Whatya listening to?"

"American Boyfriend by Kevin Abstract," he replied, yanking his headphones out. "It's like, my favorite album of all time. Besides Channel Orange by Frank Ocean."

Mikey smiled but shook his head. "I dunno either of those."

"Yeah, cause you only listen to Maroon 5."

He scoffed. "What do have against Maroon 5?"

-

Ten minutes later, they were lying on their backs staring up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. They'd been a gift from Pope when Edgar mentioned he'd always wanted them as a kid, but was never able to get any. They'd lined them up in the shapes of real constellations because they were nerds.

"That's Cassiopeia," he explained, pointing at what just looked like a cluster of stickers to Mikey's untrained eyes.

His gaze locked onto the bruises circling his wrist. They were obviously from someone's hand, the lines too straight and the circles too pronounced to be anything but fingerprints.

He grabbed his arm, holding it in place. "Can I ask... What happened?"

Edgar pulled his arm out of his hold and sat up, astronomy lesson obviously over. "I really don't want to talk about it."

Mikey sat up as well, sending him a frown. "You can't just not tell us what happened. Someone obviously hurt you. You can't just keep that to yourself."

"I can do whatever I want," Edgar replied, but there was no venom in his words.

Mikey sighed. "Well, yeah, obviously. But you'll feel better once you talk about it."

He huffed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I don't think I will, but since I can tell you're not gonna let it go: It was Rafe."

Mikey's blood froze.

"You see? That look on your face is why I haven't said anything," he muttered.

After a long three seconds of silence, Mikey managed to spit out, "Are you okay?"

Edgar's expression softened, ever so slightly, making him look much more Edgarlike. "I'm fine. He didn't do anything other than creep me out."

It was counterproductive but Mikey wanted to hit him for dismissing his own pain. "And bruise you! And split your lip!"

"I've been through much worse than a split lip," he replied with a laugh.

"What happened? Did he corner you somewhere?"

Edgar bit his lip, obviously considering if he wanted to keep talking. "He got me when I was in kitchen–"

Mikey gasped. "He attacked you in your own kitchen?"

"Attack is a strong word. He just, like, held my wrists so I couldn't move, and held a knife to my throat."

Why was he being so casual about this? Why was someone so sweet so accustomed to violence?

Mikey blinked away tears, trying to keep himself in check. If he reacted emotionally, Edgar would definitely shut the conversation down. "What did he want?"

"To talk to me. He tried to get us to back off the gold. He said he didn't want me to get hurt."

That didn't sound like Rafe at all. He must've had some kind of ulterior motive.

"Does JJ know?" he asked, instead of voicing that concern.

Edgar nodded. "I just told him not to tell you guys cause I didn't want you to worry. Him and my mom fretting over me is more than enough people."

"We only worry cause we love you," Mikey said, frowning yet again. Edgar's view of himself was really bumming him out.

He laughed, and grabbed his hands, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Ever the affectionate one. "I know, but I don't want you to. I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about."

That was hard to believe with his the way his hands were shaking, and the purple bags under his eyes, but Mikey nodded in agreement anyway.

"Of course, Eddie," he said. "Tell me more about the constellations."

[snarkwrites]

12 | gangsta; sweetpea

NOTES:

It's been a while. I've had these two chapters written for a while now but I haven't had time to sit down, edit them a little better and post them. Since I have time now, I thought I'd go ahead and do that, whether you guys asked for these next two chapters or not.

Sorry this took forever! Sorry I'm so slow, I've been settling into a new house and taking care of some IRL stuff / taking a little break. I swear, I'm going to update everything sooner or later. >.>

I love you guys.

WARNINGS:

NON/ LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are… definitely not going to like this. ANGST & SLOW BURN, HEAVY SEXUAL TENSIONSTARTING NOW, ACTUALLY - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. VIOLENCE / SWEARING & FIGHTING, POSSIBLE UNDERAGE DRINKING AND OTHER SHENANIGANS- look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?…EVENTUAL SEXUAL CONTENT / A VIRGIN ORIGINAL CHARACTER- this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there. STALKER TW - this chapter marks the true appearance of Alyssa's ex, Dave Novak. It's hinted heavily that he's a gross asshole who likes to play mind games.

If you're under 18+, probably not a good or wise idea to continue reading this series. Because there are going to be a few dark and adult themes within. I'll warn here, of course, but you need to understand that I don't control you. If you continue to read after having read the warnings and you're upset or don't like something... Totally on you, friend.

PAIRING:

Andrews!Sibling OFC x Sweet Pea.

TAGGING:

@brithedemonspawn is the only person on my Riverdale tag list. If you want to be added, the link to do so is below.

OTHER PARTS:

ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE - SIX - SEVEN - EIGHT - NINE - TEN- ELEVEN - soundtrack

OTHER STUFF:

[ about my writing - tag list doc ]

T W E L V E.

[773 - 589 - 7956] attachment

[773 - 589 - 7956] I think I decided how you can repay me, scarlet…

[773 - 589 - 7956] Better enjoy your quiet and happy little life while you still have it, scarlet. Because soon it’s all going to be ripped right out of your pretty little hands.

[773 - 589 - 7956] That boyfriend of yours isn’t even gonna be able to save you this time, scarlet. You’re mine.

[773 - 589 - 7956] See you soon, scarlet.

Each new text that came in had me tensing up. Careful to keep my phone out of sight of anyone who was nearby. My heart was about to beat right out of my chest and my stomach felt like it sank to the floor. I was barely listening to anything being said around me and I guess it was more obvious than I thought because Toni cleared her throat, nodding to the phone in my hand.

Gazing at me in concern.

“Everything okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Yeah,yeah. Everything is fine.” I lied. I think at that particular point in time, I was just trying to convince myself that this was all some kind of bad dream. Or worst case scenario, Dave was making empty threats.

Toni eyed me suspiciously. I tried to give her a convincing smile, but I’d have had to be an idiot to even think for a second that she believed me. She eyed my phone and reached for it. I managed to shove it in my pocket.

“Trust me.” I pleaded. She gave me a wary look and sighed, grumbling “Fine, okay. Alright.” under her breath.

And I did my best to push the texts out of my head. Jumping in the conversation she had going on with Cheryl and Veronica. Laughing and talking as if nothing were wrong.

Lying through the skin of my teeth.

XXX

“What’s got you so jumpy?”

The question caught me off guard. I wanted to tell someone what was going on, I really did, but… I didn’t want to worry anyone, either. I was at least 99.9 percent sure that there was absolutely no way that Dave would show up in Riverdale, at least that’s what I was hoping.

I did my best to play it off. Shoveling french fries into my mouth just so I didn’t have to answer right away. My cell phone lit up and I flinched before I could stop myself.

Toni reached for it and I quickly grabbed it and shoved it in my pocket. She gave me a concerned look and I muttered quietly, “Probably just Reggie...again.”

“Reggie’s with that new girl though?” Cheryl spoke up. Gazing at me thoughtfully. My breath caught in my throat because if anyone would catch on to there being something truly wrong with me or something off in the way I was acting, it’d be her or Polly.

So far, I’d managed to fool everyone else into thinking I was alright, even my dad and my brother.

,, Dave won’t come here, it’s not worth the hassle. He’s just playing mind games. That’s all this is. Pull yourself together.” the thought came and I managed a smile, shrugging.

“You’ve been acting weird all week, now that I’m thinking about it.” Cheryl was the one who said it and she gave me an expectant look. Waiting.

“I have not.”

,, I do have one secret I can spill. Maybe if I tell them about my crush on Sweetpea…” and so that’s what I did. Sighing as I reached for the shared plate of fries between the three of us. Raking my fries through my vanilla milkshake and taking a few deep breaths to kind of collect myself, both from Dave’s harassing texts and what I was finally about to get off my chest about having feelings for Sweetpea.

“You have. Start talking.” Toni spoke up, watching me. Sizing me up. If I had to guess, I’d pin money on her sitting across the booth, trying to figure out what was up with my jumpy attitude all week.

“Okay, alright. Fine. But what I’m about to tell you two does not leave this table, okay? It.. It can’t. If Sweetpea ever found out, pretty sure he’d start avoiding me and things would get weird.”

Toni and Cheryl exchanged a look and then Toni nodded. Chewing a mouthful of fries as she muttered calmly, “Go on.”

“ I may or may not have a crush on Sweetpea.”

“Oh, you definitely have a crush on him. It’s kind of obvious.” Cheryl gave a soft teasing grin and I sighed. Dragging my hand through my hair and taking a few seconds to let her words sink in. I almost dreaded asking, but I felt like I had to given that she said it was obvious. “Oh god.. He doesn’t suspect anything.. Right?”

“Oh, he’s the only one whose oblivious. But the rest of us, we’ve known a while.” Toni teased me. Then asked calmly, “Is that all? Why’s that have you so jumpy?”

“Because I know how bad I am at hiding things, okay? I was kind of… I dunno, freaking out I guess.” I eyed her, waiting. Searching her face in the hopes that she accepted what I said and didn’t keep pushing. A few seconds passed and she laughed softly. Took a sip of her strawberry milkshake and asked with a smirk, “Are you gonna do anything about it?”

“Probably not. Every time I even think about it, I manage to talk myself right out of it. He’d laugh his ass off, okay? Besides, remember all the flirting he was doing with Josie when they had to work together during the play?” I pouted as I pointed it out.

Cheryl and Toni exchanged looks and Toni laughed. “He was doing that to make you jealous. Or that’s what I think he was doing. Either way… I think you should do something. He’s not going to and trust me… I’ve known the guy my whole life. I know him well enough to say that I know he has a thing for you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so cranky when you two first met?”

“I thought he was just naturally grumpy?”

“Oh, he is, but the way he was towards you was totally different. He’s only that grumpy when he’s trying to keep his defenses up.” Toni informed me before finishing off her shake.

The door to the diner opened and Sweetpea walked in, Fangs in tow. The two of them were laughing about something. I gave both Cheryl and Toni a pleading look and Cheryl seemed to pick up on my unspoken plea to change the subject thankfully, because she asked, “Are you going to F.P’s retirement party at the Wyrm?”

“Yeah.” I answered, finishing off my milkshake. Sweetpea flopped into the booth beside me, carelessly slinging an arm over the back of the seat. His hand brushed against my shoulder and I swear just the small brush against me felt like someone had taken a livewire and dragged it over my body real slow.

Toni smirked at me, nodding at Sweetpea while he was too busy wolfing down french fries to notice and I shook my head.

“I dare you. No… I triple dare you.. Flirt with him.” Toni gave a teasing grin as she mouthed the words to me and I swallowed hard.

She’s not playing fair. She knows I can’t turn down a dare.

I happened to glance out the window of the diner and when I thought I saw Dave standing there, leaning against a streetlamp, one hand in his pocket and a cigarette dangling between his lips, I nearly choked. This prompted Sweetpea to start hitting me on the back lightly as he laughed and looked at me in concern. “Damn cherry, are you trying to kill yourself?”

Toni’s brow raised and Sweetpea explained what happened earlier in the day, how I’d nicked myself with the scalpel in our first period class while doing a dissection. What Sweetpea didn’t know was that when it happened, it was because I thought I’d seen Dave standing outside in the parking lot, only to blink and the parking lot be empty.

I have got to stop letting his stupid mind games get to me. It’s just because he’s texting me again. It’s just because he knows how to work me up and get me all scared, he used to be good at it when we dated.

He’d never come to Riverdale. He’s just doing this to me for his own sick amusement and every single time I let him get to me, especially when I’m to a point where I’m so paranoid I’m imagining that I see him everywhere lately, it’s letting him win and that pisses me off more than anything.

I’m supposed to be stronger than that, damn it.

Toni eyed me suspiciously and I braced myself. When she didn’t bring up my skittish behavior, I relaxed a little.

I wanted to tell someone what was going on, but at the same time, why? I’m pretty sure this is just Dave, being an absolute bag of dicks.

It has to be that. It has to be.

XXX

He stood outside some podunk little diner right in the heart of town. The hazy red neon gave off a comforting and inviting warmth and he lit his cigarette, fuming in anger as he watched her sitting inside.

“I know you’re not ignoring me, scarlet. I know you’re not.” he muttered, mostly to himself as he turned the collar of his leather jacket up against the wind and started to walk towards the South Side.

Maybe it was time he paid his old buddy Eric a visit. Eric was out of prison. Eric was the one who’d told him where Alyssa was to begin with, though he didn’t realize it.

Dave chuckled and shook his head as he walked towards the shitty apartments on the opposite end of town where Eric lived. Eric owed him a few favors. He was coming to collect.

“Did you really think I was jokin when I told ya I have friends all over? That you weren’t ever gonna get away from me?” he mused to himself as he knocked on the door of a first floor slum apartment.

Eric opened the door, leaning in it lazily. Blinking at him in a daze and smirking. High fiving him as he asked him why he was in town.

Dave whipped out his phone, showing Eric a picture of Alyssa. At first he gave him some story about her running off while he was in the pen. Eric wasn’t buying it, he could see it written in the expression on his face. And that only made him angry. Eric owed him. He was here to collect the favor owed. All he wanted was for Eric to help him out on this one little thing.

Eric shook his head, chuckling in disgust. Gazing at him with a brow raised. “I think you need to leave, man. Now. You don’t want the heat this is gonna bring down on you. And I’m not about to get on a Serpent’s bad side, even if the Serpent in question is just a damn kid.”

“See, I’d like to just put this all behind me, man... but she’s the whole reason I even went to prison to begin with. Then I get out and find out not only is my girl not loyal, she’s also the one who snitched on me?” Dave eyed Eric. Getting irritated because this was not how he saw the conversation going.

“I’m telling you, you need to leave. Forget about Alyssa. I see her around all the time with some kid… Sweet Pea or Green Bean, some shit. The Serpents are not people you fuck with, man. Not around these parts.”

“You know the Serpents aren’t shit to me… Right?” Dave quipped, smirking. “I’ve got this under control. I just need you to help me out a little… C’mon, man. You owe me.”

“I don’t fucking care. I’m not helping you do whatever it is you’re here to do. What I oughta do is put a bullet in your fucking head for even thinking I’d be down for this shit. She’s a kid, man. A fucking kid... Favor or not, man… I’m on the Serpents side with this. Not yours. You need to leave.” Eric warned, giving Dave a firm glare as he folded heavily tattooed arms over his chest.

“Oh, so that’s how you’re playin, huh? Okay. Alright. All I wanna do is see her again. I’m not going to do anything. I just want to straighten things out. Get a little closure on the situation...”

Eric scoffed. “This coming from the king of overreaction. I don’t trust you.I’m breakin code of my gang by even talking to your ass. Nope. The answer is no. I’m not helping. Do whatever you have to do to me, but I’m not about to help you scare some kid. I’ve got better things to do with my time, buddy...”

Dave’s arm shot out and he pinned Eric against the door of his apartment. Smirking at him calmly. “I know you haven’t forgotten just how much your sorry ass owes me. Because that’s what this sounds like.”

“I guess that’s what it is then. Because I’ve seen what the Serpents can do. I’m not about to bring all that down on my head.” Eric stepped back inside his apartment, slamming the door in Dave’s face, leaving him to glare at the closed door and take a swing.

“Guess I’m doing this all by myself.” Dave mused as he turned and wandered down to a shitty dive bar nearby. He needed to have a few rounds. Come up with a plan.

And a little after midnight, after finding himself a few new talkative friends in some local Ghoulies, things were starting to look up for him. And he was slowly forming a plan.

Now he just had to wait. Pick his moment. Toy with her a little more.

“I’m so close I can almost touch you, scarlet. Soon… Soon you’re going to pay for running your mouth to mommy about me...” he smirked to himself as he unlocked his hotel room and stepped inside.

[cal-puddies]

i wish i was || luke hemmings

You carefully slipped out of bed and Luke’s grasp; he was clinging so tightly he might leave bruises, and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some tea.

You watched the rain hit the window pane and heard the soft sounds of Luke’s feet coming down your hallway.

“You're up early.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head and making his own cup of tea.

“I have things I need to do today.” you mention.

“Thought we were staying in?” he took the seat next to you, but turned to face you.

“I know i said that, but you know that just because you’re home, doesn’t mean I can drop everything and just spend a day in bed with you...” you state, matter of factly.

Luke looks hurt. “I know babe. I just thought we’d get the chance to spend some time together.”

“Well, it won’t be this morning.” you shrug.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt Luke, but you didn’t really have a choice. He couldn’t be in love with you. Well he could, but it wouldn’t be in his best interest. You knew that you’d never feel that way about him. So you’d decided to be cold to him.

At least until you could get the nerve up to tell him to leave.

Luke does his best to be understanding, he's wrapped in a blanket on the couch, watching as you pull your shoes on. “How long you gonna be gone?” He asks quietly.

“I dunno Luke. Probably a couple hours.” You shrug, standing upright after slipping on your shoes. “I have to drop a paper off at school, and go grocery shopping and there are things I need around here…” you ramble.

“Could I come with you?” He asks weakly. He looks lost and he's not expecting you to agree. You're ready to go and he's still in his tshirt and boxer briefs.

And you know he's got flashbacks of last night playing in his head. The ones where he came in and you couldn't get enough of him. You were all over him and he couldn't give you more than he had and you wanted it all. And now you were cold, uncaring.

You stop for a second, thinking about all the outcomes of him coming and finally nod your head. You watch Luke’s face raise in surprise and he quickly gets off the couch and heads to the bedroom to get ready.

You wander around to the mantle in your living room, you didn't spend a lot of time in here because the kitchen table is where you finish up work and homework and you're usually too tired to spend any time in the living room.

You stare at the few photos you have up there, two of you with Luke, one of you with a group and Luke and one of your mom and brother.

You pulled down a photo of you and Luke. It'd been taken about a year ago, early on in the relationship. You'd barely started dating and you guys were at a bonfire at the beach together. You were sat on a log, the two of you had a leg on either side of it and you were fitted against Luke between his legs. He had an arm around your shoulders and that cute smile where his tongue is stuck through his teeth. His eyes are so bright and he looks so happy. It's been awhile since you'd seen him look that happy.

If you were honest with yourself, It wasn't that you and Luke had problems, and you should be ecstatic that he is possibly falling for you. But you found it really easy to disconnect yourself from someone who was always so far away. And you didn't know how to undo it. So you figured it’d be easier to let go than to try.

“Whatcha got there?” Luke asked, coming up behind you.

“Just an old photo of us.” You shrug, one of his hands lands on your hip, the other gently grabs the photo frame from you.

“Oh wow… This was really early.” He stares at it. “We were so happy.” He whispers.

“That we were… everything was new.” You agree. You watch Luke stare at the photo in his hand. You watched his eyes take in the photo. “It's one of my favorites of us. We had so much potential.” You whisper.

“Had…” he whispered. He looked up, “you don't think we have a future anymore.” He stated. He looked sad. Like really fucking sad. “Can I ask why?” He set the frame back on the mantle.

“I don't want to do this right now.” You whisper.

“Well it's fucking started so we might as well finish it.” He seethes.

You look up at him. He's obviously hurt, and angry. And he should be. You can't fault his feelings.

You sigh. “It's not you Luke…”

“Don't you dare fucking say it's you.” He retorts harsh, but quiet.

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly and carefully choose your words. “It was easy to detach myself with you so far away for most of the year…  and even when you are here you aren't always “here”... so instead of opening up and making myself vulnerable to you, I… shut down. It's what I do when I don't think the person can handle me.” You shrug and stare at your feet. It's the most honest exchange you've had with Luke in probably 8 months.

When you finally look back up at Luke, he's looking back at you and he's not as mad as you were expecting. But he looks defeated.

“I can't argue with that.” He sighs. “But I don't want to give up either.”

The two of you stand in silence for awhile. “I still have to run errands.” You whisper. “You can still come.” You offer.

“I'm definitely going to come.” He says. “I told you, I don't want to give up. So I'm gonna find a way to show you that we can do this.”

“Luke… no one's ever been able to change me when I've gotten like this.” You admit.

“Well, I'm not no one and I can't just give up.” He's defiant. He makes his way to the door and he turns to indicate he’s waiting on you.

You blink a couple times but head out the door with him.

Luke fiddles with the radio, he hums along for awhile but then gets overly into it in a desperate attempt to get you smiling. The tension in the car is just too much. But it dissipates as Luke keeps you laughing.

And then things are ok.

Luke puts in a clear effort to keep you, make you happy. He takes you out with his friends, drags you around town and has you out on tour, just to show you he definitely still wants you. He took you home to meet his parents.

It was a very overwhelming 4 months and it made you realize his lifestyle really wasn't for you, and you could tell he was itching to say “I love you.” And you couldn't be sure, but you didn't know if you'd say it back. Of course you have feelings for Luke. It's been almost a year and a half together and you've tried to be open with him, and you didn't want to see the hurt on his face again.

But you couldn't deny the feeling that you weren't right for him. Luke was coming home from tour in a couple days and you knew you needed to sit him down and just have it out, let him down before it gets worse.

If you were smart you'd never let him cross the threshold, because you knew Luke, he'd use his pretty blue eyes and long eyelashes, and his golden curls and his perfect lips to talk you into bed and you'd lose all resolve. It would be at least the sixth time in a year and a half that Luke had been able to change your mind about breaking up. And he never even knew it.

And it wasn't fair to him, because he's putting his all into you and you're just kind of coasting at this point. Hoping he doesn't say “I love you” or want more commitment.

Your phone rings and you drop your pencil, you were in the middle of homework and got lost on the Luke train, which happens often.

“Hello.” You pick up without looking.

“Hey babe. I don't have a lot of time, just wanted to say I miss you!” Luke sang.

“Hey Luke, I miss ya too buddy.”

“You feeling ok… buddy?” He laughs.

“Yeah, sorry. Just working on homework.”

“Gotcha, well I just wanted to say I missed you and I can't wait to come home and see you. But I'll let ya go.”

“Ok, bye Luke, see ya when you get home.”

“Bye love.”

You cringe as you hang up the phone. It's gone too far… way too far.

When Luke comes by you're sat on the couch, reading a book for English. He lets himself in and flops on the couch next to you. His smile is so big as he pulls the book from your hands.

“I'm really happy to see you beautiful.” He says, pulling you into his lap.

“It's good to see you too bub.” You sigh, because he's already won and he didn't even know what he was fighting for. His blue eyes were shining, pink lips turned up into a cute grin, his long golden hair was a mess but it suited him.

“Come cuddle with me?” He asked, a cute yawn  followed. He stood up and held tight to your hand, pulling you back toward your bedroom.

Luke falls back on your bed and pulls you tight against him, soon his hands are pulling clothes off and within the hour your naked and under the covers with him.

And you've somehow found your resolve. And against your better judgment, you open your mouth.

“Luke… we need to talk.” You say quietly, flipping on your side and propping your head up in your hand.

He turns on his side to face you, tucking his arm under the pillow and resting his head on it. “What's up babe?”

“I think you know what I'm gonna say, Luke. You can't tell me you haven't noticed that I haven't quite been myself lately.”

His brows furrowed, and the mood in the room changed drastically. He laid there quietly, staring at you, waiting for you to elaborate. “What are you saying babe.”

“I've tried Luke. I've tried really hard. But… you, you're falling in love. You're days from uttering I love you and I won't say it back… and I don't want to put you through that.”

“Why wouldn't you say it back?” He asked, reaching his free hand out to your free one, and you pull it away.

“Because I don't feel it. I love you Luke, I do. I'm just not in love with you. Don't tell me you're surprised.” You half huff, half sigh. “I mean, fuck Luke. There's an amazing girl out there who's ready to give you everything, and it's not gonna be me. It'll never be me. But I wish it was Luke. If I could love you like that…”

“I mean…” he hmms. “I just don't… how can you say that?” His voice cracks, “What do you mean you don't feel this? Is there someone else?” He's getting worked up, he sits up in the bed. “I don't understand. Things have been good, they've been really good. I've been happy, you've been happy… I thought you were happy.” He sighs, and there's tears welling in his beautiful eyes. “I mean we just… I made love to you…” he whispers.

“That's it Luke.” You sit up. “That's it right there. It was sex to me.” You sigh. “There's no one else Luke, I couldn't do that to you. And I tried, but I warned you. And I don't want to keep dragging you along because you win me over with your eyes and your lips. That's not enough for you to stay with me. I'll never be where you are. I just don't want you to wait on me.”

“But I want to wait on you.” It's desperate and pained as it leaves his throat, as the tears streak their way down his face. “Haven't I made you happy?”

“Of course you have. I'd say I've been happier with you than I ever have been. But that's not a reason to stay.”

“Isn't it? If I've made you happier than anyone, then why shouldn't you stay?” Luke sobs and it makes you cringe. “You could love me, I know you could. You aren't as tough as you pretend.” He sighs. “You need more time… I need more time to show you. We’ll be so happy.”

“I can't let you settle for me, Luke. You can do better.” And now your tears have started, this really was harder than you'd expected. “Maybe we could be happy, but someone else will make you happier than I ever could. I want that for you. I want you to find that.” You explain, exasperated at your own emotions and tears streaming down your face as well.

“Please don't do this. Please babe.” He whimpers.

“Someone is gonna love you so much and with all of their being that you'll forget about me, Luke. I promise.”

He's crying, hard and all you want is to comfort him, so you pull him in, pushing your fingers into his hair, rubbing at his scalp trying to soothe him. “You still care about me.” He whimpers.

“I'll never stop caring about you bub. You've opened my eyes to what a good relationship should be. I'll never forget that.” You whisper, kissing the side of his head. “I just don't want to waste your time anymore, I don't deserve the effort you're putting in. You deserve someone who can love you.”

Things are quiet for awhile. Both of you are working to compose yourselves. Luke’s clinging tightly to you and you can still feel the tears rolling down his face and landing on you.

He sits up, pulling away from you, and looks you right in the eyes, “I do love you, and I think you love me too, and you're scared. You're gonna wake up one day and realize that, and realize that you want me, and that of course I loved you and you deserved it. I don't know why you don't feel worthy of love, but I've never wanted to give it to someone as much as I want to give it to you.”

“Then I'm the idiot Luke, not you. I hear you, I see the effort you're putting in, but it's not reaching me. And maybe… I am scared, but I don't want you to hang around until I figure it out because what if I never do, bub? What if you just waste years on me?” You sob, and take a minute to breathe. “If I wake up one day and I want you and I realize I love you, you'll be the first to know. But… I just… I can't keep doing this Luke. I don't want to break your heart. That's why I wanted to break up 4 months ago but you talked me out of it. I… gave you the chance, and I've tried and put the effort in and I still just… don't feel it.” You let out a whimper. “I want to love you Luke, nothing would make me happier, but I can't pretend. This isn't a fake it till you make it situation. That wouldn't be fair to you.”

Luke pulls you into him now, both of you have started crying again. “I just need more time, give me more time… I can show you.” He's rocking you against him, and you can tell it was his last attempt to persuade you, it's sad and defeated, barely a whisper but you can hear all of the pain behind it. You can practically hear his heart shatter.

And it breaks you. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid. “Luke…” you whimper.

“I know. I haven't changed your mind. Just let me hold you for tonight, ok? I'm not ready to let go yet.” He's oddly calm, but clinging tightly to your body. He lays you guys back and you cling just as tightly to him. You're gonna miss him too.

You fell asleep holding each other with the understanding that tomorrow he'd be gone.

And when tomorrow comes, Luke silently gathers his things, he intentionally leaves a t shirt that you loved to wear and a pair of his athletic shorts, the necklace that he'd given you. He doesn't bother to ask for the shirt of his that you're wearing because he couldn't stand to see you take it off.

You walk him to the door and he pulls you in for a hug. “I love you.” He whispers.

“It's for the best Luke.” You whisper back, pulling out of the hug to look him in the eyes.

“I know you think so.” He opens the door and lets himself out.

You retreat back to the bedroom, shutting the door and pulling the blanket over your head after silencing your phone. It was only a matter of time before his friends knew and would start calling and texting. You couldn't deal with it right now, because your heart was subtly breaking.

Luke spends two hours in his car outside your building trying to compose himself. He's in a lot of pain and eventually he calls Ash to pick him up because he just can't get it together, his heart is indeed broken.

masterlist ||

i wish i was pt 2

[area50dununiverse]

I LOVED your new fanfiction! It got me thinking of another idea though? What about sweet moments between Liam and the twins? Like j + e through his eyes? Like I dunno, them coming out of chat shows/panel shows crying because they've been made fun of or the heathrow incident or him giving them talks about sex/drugs/alcohol when they feel pressured and stuff? You don't have to fill this because you just did a liam one but I just loved your last one so much I want more!

Hello darling! and sorry for the looong wait!!! I struggled getting this one right and kept changing it!! (I’m still not 100% but I really hope you like it!!) |It’s just little drabbles. I left out the heathrow incident because I couldn’t quite get it right (as I’ve never been in a airport so I don’t know how security actually works!) I’m always up for Jed fics, so please prompt anymore you want!! 

annnyyyy waayyyy…… Below as always! :)

“How long have we got?” Liam whispered to an assistant. She passed him without answering and Liam groaned to himself. He wanted to put a stop to it, walk onto the set and pull the plug on the whole show. Edward was sitting next to John, not looking amused at all while John was laughing a little too much, a sure sign he was uncomfortable. There was another joke aimed at them, an insult masked with humor and Liam was sure he was going to pull them out, call an end to the whole thing but as he made his way towards a show runner, a man’s voice called an end to the take and everyone started to bustle around. The other guest panelists were leaving the set, heading towards the dressing rooms as Liam waited for John and Edward to appear.

The walk to the waiting car was as silent as the drive to back to the hotel. Liam knew what this meant so he waited. He didn’t bring it up, just looked through their diary and made arrangements for their upcoming events and appearances. Every now and then he would flick his eyes over towards them while they stared out of the windows, faces flat. Liam knew the routine and sure enough as soon as the hotel room’s door was shut and they knew they were in private everything came spilling out.

Edward was the first to break, turning to Liam to tell him that he didn’t want to do anymore of those shows, didn’t want to be on a panel to be laughed at and made fun of. Before Liam could get a word in, John was shouting about a certain joke that was made about them, his words coming so fast, Liam couldn’t catch it all. “I was just about to pull you both-” Liam started to say but John was quick to interrupt, his voice still loud but not shouting anymore. “No way!” He turned to face him and Liam could see the telling signs that he was close to tears. “That would prove everything they said about us right! That we can’t handle it, that we’re babies!” John ranted before Edward added “we’re not those things” and as much as he tried to make it sound strong, his statement sounded more like a question, his voice uncertain.

“No, you’re not” Liam assured, “but I wanted you out.” John sat on the edge of the bed and took off his blazer. “Why is everyone so mean to us Liam?” John asked, his eyes fixed on the wall opposite him. Liam didn’t know how to answer. He hated the way people treated them, he couldn’t stand to think about how it effected John and Edward. “They don’t, you have a lot more fans than haters” Liam told him “you saw the crowds waiting for you, all the photos you guys took, all the stuff you signed. they love you both and that’s all that matters.”

“You’re right” Edward agreed “just think of the fans.” Liam nodded his agreement and so did John. “Anyway, they’re just jealous” Liam smiled “they’re no way as cool as you two.”

“And there’s two of us so we are double cool” Edward added with a smile, making John laugh. Liam laughed and rolled his eyes with a “you’re not that cool, calm down”

“Cooler than anyone you know?” John grinned and Liam laughed. “You’re both definitely the coolest people I know.”

•

Liam watched John take a glass of wine that was offered to him, his nose screwed up as he leaned down to smell it. He didn’t look sure and Liam tuned out of the conversation that was going on around and focused on John. They were half way through the after party that they had been invited to earlier that day and they had politely declined any offers of alcohol all night. Until now.

John hesitated before bringing the glass to lips. The liquid hardly even touched his lips, but John was screwing up his face and passing the glass back. Liam was oddly proud of him. Liam was proud until he heard a group chanting “Drink! drink! drink!” From the other side of room. He turned around to see a small group surrounding Edward, as he drunk down a very large, bright yellow cocktail. The crowd were cheering and laughing as they watched, clapping their hands as the glass was emptied. Liam walked away from his conversation, pushing through the crowd to get to Edward.

He was angry and shouted his name twice as he approached. Edward was laughing and dancing, the effects of whatever it was he drank taking ahold of him. “Edward!” Liam snapped, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling him away from the crowd. “What do you think you’re doing?” Edward couldn’t focus on him properly and Liam felt his anger raise. “I’m eighteen!” Edward shouted, a little too loud and Liam was dragging him out, waving for John to follow him.

“Edward?” John frowned as he came outside. Edward was leaning up against Liam, unable to support himself. Whatever was mixed in that must have been strong and as Edward had never even touched alcohol before, Liam wasn’t surprised at his reaction. “John!” Edward smiled, trying to slap John on the back, but missing. John looked at Liam, looking confused. “What’s-”

“He’s pissed!” Liam shouted, watching Edward lean against the wall. “I’ll get a cab” Liam said, praying that Edward wouldn’t throw up.

Once back in the hotel room, Liam waited for John to help Edward into some pyjamas before getting him into bed. Edward thought it was party time for a while, dancing and laughing, being far too loud. That had passed, and now he was feeling sick and dizzy, complaining about the room spinning. Liam gave John a warning look, directing his anger at him for no reason. “What did I tell you two?” He hissed once Edward had quietened down.

John gasped and gestured to his brother, saying “I’m not the one you need to tell off!” Liam knew he was right. “I’m sleeping here tonight so I can keep an eye on him” Liam told him, flopping down onto the sofa. John nodded and got into his own bed, looking at Edward again before turning off the lights. Liam laid on the sofa and hoped for the second time that night that Edward wouldn’t be sick. He understood that they were eighteen and fully legal to drink, but they were different. John and Edward had an innocence about them that Liam didn’t want people taking advantage of.

They had a desire to be liked, accepted and Liam had told them that people can use that against them. He didn’t want them being lead into anything they shouldn’t be doing and Liam could just imagine how much a tabloid would pay for a ‘Jedward kiss and tell’ story and he knew how mortified they would be if anything like that were to happen. Liam sighed and closed his eyes, listening to Edward’s snores.

“What did I tell you Edward?” Liam shouted, making Edward wince. He looked rough, his fair skin had the darkest circles under his eyes and he looked like he was going to be sick. John awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed while Liam stood in front of Edward. “Edward?” Liam snapped again and Edward mumbled “not to drink” as he looked down at his feet. “What was it?” Liam asked and Edward shrugged. “Someone just gave it to me” he said and Liam threw his arms up in frustration.

“Anything could have been in that drink Edward!” Liam paced the floor in anger. “Anything could’ve happened” he said, looking back at Edward. He could tell that he regretted it. Edward still looked like he was ill but Liam couldn’t bring himself to feel any sympathy for him. He shook his head as he mumbled “get washed and ready. We have  busy day” before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

•

“Why do people always ask us if we’ve had sex?” Edward asked as he flicked through twitter. They were on their way to an interview and the traffic was bad. They had been stick for twenty minutes already. John peeked at the phone from beside Edward and frowned “why do they care?”

Liam was sitting opposite them, watching them in amusement. “Look another one!” John pointed out “'are Jedward virgins?’” John read the tweet aloud, frowning. Liam shook his head in dismissal and said “don’t worry about them.” Edward slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked out of the window. Liam flicked his eyes between them and wondered himself if they had ever done anything sexual. He really didn’t care either way but as the traffic still wasn’t moving, he figured it was the perfect time to have an actual conversation about it. Warn them about one night stands and being safe.

“Don’t feel pressured into anything though” he started, catching their attention. “Like, if you don’t want to do anything, you know?” Liam raised his eyebrows at them but just got confused looks back. “Sexual” he clarified “you don’t have to. Don’t get led into something you’re not comfortable with.” They exchanged a look that Liam couldn’t read and Edward laughed while John smirked. “I’m just telling you this boys, because there’s a lot of people out there just waiting to sleep with anyone famous to sell their story” Liam explained, watching them both. They caught each other’s eye again and seemed to have a silent conversation between them. Edward’s eyes flicked down to John’s lips before looking back at Liam.

“Okay” Edward smiled “thanks Liam.”

“Yeah thanks Liam” John said, his hand coming down to rest on Edward’s knee. Liam turned his attention back to his phone to flick through twitter.

•

The one thing that made Liam angry was the hate towards John and Edward. He couldn’t understand it. So what if people thought they weren’t the best singers? That doesn’t justify being horrible. Liam looked up from the phone, looking at Edward first before looking at John. They both looked upset and Liam was at a loss on how to fix it.

He shook his head and clicked off the tweets. John had given him the phone as they waited for their flight, telling him to read what people were saying about them. He looked close to tears so Liam had taken the phone and his heart sunk.

“Ign-”

“Ignore them. Yeah. We know.” Edward snapped. Liam sighed and decided to put the phone in his pocket rather than give it back. He tried to protect them as best as he could, but they weren’t blind to it. They noticed the looks, heard the comments and read the hate online. Liam was constantly telling them not to look but they did, sometimes stumbling on it by accident.

Edward’s eyes were pleading for Liam to say slime thing, to somehow make it better but Liam couldn’t, he didn’t know what to do. “Everyone in the public eye gets hate” he said gently “it’s nothing personal.” Edward’s eyes flicked downwards and Liam looked at John for help before Edward started to cry. John put his hand on Edward’s shoulder but he also looked on the verge. “Listen” Liam said, sitting forward on his chair “it’s nothing personal, you need to learn how to ignore it, brush it off.”

“But it’s all the time” John told him, his voice low. “We haven’t done anything to these people, what’s their problem?” Liam shrugged. He had asked himself the same question so many times. “Their-”

“Jealous.” Edward cut in again “that’s what you always say.” He met Liam’s eyes again and Liam didn’t miss how glazed over his eyes were. He didn’t mind Edward crying, in fact he was the one always telling them to let it out, cry, shout, do whatever you need to and move on. But crying in the middle of an airport wasn’t the best thing for Edward right now.

“Edward, please don’t get upset” Liam looked at John again, hoping John could do some kind of twin magic on his brother to stop him from crying. John didn’t move though, didn’t speak and Liam was getting the phone out again and opening twitter. “'Jedward are literally the only thing that makes me happy’” Liam read out loud as he scrolled. “'I love Jedward so much, can I marry them?’” He read with a smile, flicking his eyes up to the twins. They were both watching him, faces expressionless. “Okay, this one is just a load of heart emojis” Liam said “this one’s good. 'John and Edward are the sweetest people ever, why can’t people leave them alone?’” Liam looked at them again before continuing “'haters don’t know what they’re talking about, Jedward are the best people ever.’”

John smiled and nudged Edward as Liam read. Edward smiled a little in response so Liam carried on. “'Ive met them twice and they are honestly the nicest people on the planet. I love them so much.’” Liam showed them the fan’s photo that she posted of them meeting her, their arms around her. She looked so happy and Edward smiled and said “I remember her! John, remember her?” John nodded and laughed “remember we signed her arm?” And Edward was laughing too, saying something about her pretty hair. “See?” Liam smiled “you make so many people happy, there’s more love on here than hate.”

“Look at this one!” Edward smiled as he took the phone “this girl was so funny, we took like, a hundred photos with her.” Liam watched them scroll through the fan’s tweets, smiling and laughing. He was still angry, but Liam thought he needed to take his own advice and ignore the hate. After all, so many people loved them and Liam could see why.