#i got excited about animal crossing and then calum happened and i just...

[teddy06writes]

Can I request a Karl x Alex x Nick x Reader fic in which the reader is a teacher and they bring their boyfriends in for career day? I just thought it’d be so cute to see them interact with little kids.

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: pretty much everything from the ask, although I know nothing about children so..., sorry lol

requested by the person above as well as @eliasxxk who asked for more karlnapity x reader

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/l/n)- your last name

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“Career day?” Nick asked.

You nodded, quickly packing up the last of the assignments you had finished grading and tucking them into your bag, “Yeah, remember how I was planning the different stations and stuff for the kids?”

“Oh yeah, I thought you had all that stuff sorted?” Karl handed you your laptop from across the table.

“We did,” You sighed, “But someone backed out and now we have a slot to fill. So, one of you, all of you, I don’t care, we still need someone to do it.”

Alex frowned, “What would we have to do for that?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “Make a presentation on what you do? We were looking for a broad spectrum and the guy who backed out was someone’s cousin who did like, animation or something.”

As you gathered the rest of your things you explained that one group or person would be set up in each classroom, and that kids would rotate through, not just the fifth graders you taught, but the whole of the elementary school.

Karl grinned, “What time would we have to be there?”

“The welcome thing for the speakers is it 9 ish on Friday, so I can bring back the forms you’d need to fill out today to get them in on time.”

Your boyfriends agreed, and with a smile you pecked them all on the lips, “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” Karl called as you started out the door.

“Love you too!”

~~

After practically zooming through your first three units, ELA, Math and History, and sending your kids off to PE, you headed down to the admin offices to make copies and grab the forms.

“Hey Sadie!” You greeted cheerfully.

The secretary smiled, “Hey mx. (y/l/n).”

You moved over to the copier, starting your copies, “Do you have any of those forms? For the people giving the presentations on career day?”

“You found someone?” Adam, the sixth grade teacher who had been organizing the career day asked as he entered the office.

“Three someones actually,” You smiled, “Alex, Karl and Nick said they could.”

“Oh, that’ll be interesting.”  Sadie laughed.

“Minecraft youtubers,” Adam mused unenthusiastically, “I’m sure the kids will love to hear about people without real jobs.”

You rolled your eyes, “They pull just as much if not more than me every year, plus Nicky and Alex are still in college.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow as you grabbed your copies, and then the forms from Sadie, “Well at least I can’t complain, your saving my ass.”

“Damn right I am,” You scoffed starting out of the office, “You owe me.”

Heading back down the hall and then up the stairs to the fifth grade hallway you pulled out your phone, sending a text to the ‘loves <3′ group chat, ‘the files have been secured’

Back in your classroom you began to set out the Novels your class had been reading, and set up the last of the things you would need for the mini science lab that would happen later in the after noon.

~~ The next few days passed quickly, and soon you were pointing your boyfriends in the direction of the library, where the volunteers were supposed to be meeting before heading up to your classroom, greeting the kids who were already inside.

“Hey guys! Are you excited for today?”

A few kids nodded.

“Which presentation are you most excited to see?”

“Probably the actor!” Damien exclaimed.

“The actor? Any reason why or you just think they’d be cool?”

“I wanna be an actor.” He said.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, “What about you Sam?”

The girl through for a moment, tapping at her desk absently, “Probably the firefighter, I want to save people like them some day.”

You nodded, “Calum? Any your excited for?”

“Well I was excited to Ricky, he’s my cousin and an animator but he couldn’t come.” The boy pouted.

“Aw, well I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of interesting people for you to see.” You looked over the schedule again, answering a messege from Adam, willingly surrendering yourself to running around and helping wherever needed during the day, instead of watching the presentations with your kids.

The morning announcements came and went, and the teaching aid who would be taking your place, touring the kids around came in, “Alright guys! We’r~~e going down to the auditorium so that the principal and Mr. Alderton can explain the plan for today, and so that the people who are going to be in these rooms have time to set up!”

She herded the kids out of the room, smiling at you as you grabbed your phone, following them out, but turning down a different hall to the library.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you got inside, “Oh thank god! Okay, I need you to get these lovely people to there rooms, Adda is already going around to set up projectors.”

You nodded, taking the papers from him, “Okay people! If you’d follow me, we’ll get you into these classrooms on time!”

The group of various adults followed you out of the library as you started calling out names at each floor, in between the intersection of grade level hallways, pointing out room numbers.

By the time you had made it to the cross roads between the fifth and sixth grade, Adam was already frantically messaging you about being late so quickly you called out the last of the room numbers, pointing various directions and telling the people to let themselves in.

You turned to your boyfriends, “Right you guys are in my room, it’s at the end of the hall, my computer should be unlocked.”

“You’re not like, staying to hang out or anything?” Karl asked.

“I’ve been roped into over seeing this thing. I might be in and out at various times through out the day,” You pressed a kiss to each of there cheeks before starting back towards the stairs, “Have fun!”

~~

You spent your day running around, delivering different things to various classrooms and basically doing Adam’s bidding.

A little way into the last rotation of kids around the building you finally got the chance to take a break and head back up to your room, slipping in and sitting in the back as Karl tried his best to explain streaming to a group of kindergarteners.

They may not have fully understood what he was talking about, but they sure did find him funny.

You watched quietly as your boyfriends interacted with the kids, opening up for questions sooner than they had with the older kids, and patently answering each one.

“What are you going to college to learn how to do?” A young girl asked.

Alex smiled, “Well I’m going to get real smart to be a lawyer, and Mr. Sapnap here is learning about computers.”

“What’s a lawyer?” Another kid asked.

“My uncle’s a lawyer,” someone two desks away offered, “My mom says it’s someone who works in a court!”

Alex chuckled, “You are absolutely right Big Man, lawyers defend people who go to court.”

“If you and you are goin to college,” A boy near the front pointed at Nick and then Alex, “Then what’s he learning at college?” He pointed at Karl.

“Karl isn’t in college anymore.” Nick said simply.

“Not honking smart enough.” Karl grinned as kids laughed at his use of the word honk.

They continued to joke around for a while, until the pa crackled that it was time for everyone to head back to there normal classrooms, and you moved back to the front of the room, “That was entertaining.”

“(y/n/n)! This was awesome!” Karl exclaimed.

You nodded, glancing at the clock as you began to re arrange your desk, “Theres like, maybe ten minutes to the bell, you guys want to hang out in here?”

“Sure.” Your class began to file back in as Alex spoke.

“Mx. (y/l/n)! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating famous youtubers?” Damien asked.

You groaned, looking at a shrugging Nick, “Why have you done this?”

You class laughed at your displeasure, and you were about to start asking everyone how there days had gone when Karl beat you too it.

“Who was your favorite?”

“It better have been us!” Alex stage whispered.

The kids laughed, and you sat back, content to watch your boyfriends entertain the class.

[heartcal]

“who do you believe?”; l.h.

Disclaimer: i didn’t want to write sierra as a bad person because i personally cannot see that, and i know there’s some discourse about her within in the fandom but i don’t want any of that here! so i named the girlfriend after a girl who bullied me in elementary school lol (but another disclaimer: i do not want to see any hate towards the boys’ s/o! pls don’t send any asks that talks bad about them, i will not answer them!)

thank you for requesting! :^)

a/n: while transfering this from microsoft word, the formatting kept screwing up for some reason so if there are some janky paragraphs, i apologize! not too comfortable with this one compared to my previous fic (this feels rushed) but it is long and i did not mean for that to happen lol. enjoy!

if there are any mistakes, please tell me!

pairing(s): not really a mention of luke hemmings x reader but it’s mostly luke hemmings x named gf (rachel/oc) (gender neutral but if i slipped up, please let me know!)

summary: having known luke for years, it was bound to happen eventually. the crush you developed happened before you could stop it, and you did your best to keep it a secret. you told no one, did your best not to show it, so what do you do when his girlfriend finds out?

genre: angst, and mostly angst >:^)

warnings: swearing, luke’s gf being mean, bullying?

wc: 4,057 (she’s a long one)

my masterlist!

You don’t know when it happened, or frankly how it happened, but one thing is for sure: you don’t want to feel this way.

Was it when he bought you a stuffed animal version of a pet you had as a kid, one that you remember so fondly and still tear up about it to this day? Or was it when he would always bring back a certain candy you can only find in its country of origin, and bring as much as customs would allow? Maybe it was when he printed out every photo he could find from the beginning of your friendship to the present day (at that time) and made a scrapbook for your birthday since you cherish memories?

Whatever memory it was, you want to track it down and destroy it. It wasn’t fair that you developed such strong feelings for your best friend, knowing he doesn’t feel the same since he’s taken.

It’s not that he isn’t attractive – far from that because if anything, you wish you could draw just so you can draw him because there’s no way someone can look that good – but it’s more of the fact that he’s your best friend, someone you hold dear to you.

You two grew up together; saw each other’s worst phases, styles, and embarrassing moments (it was well documented towards the middle of the scrapbook). He was with you when you went through bad break-ups, and you with him. Throughout school, you two were inseparable, and when the band got big he made sure to keep you close and to never lose contact. It was hard in the beginning but you two managed.

Now finished with college, you’ve taken on the role of working with the team when they’re on tour and helping plan aesthetics for the next album. He offered the jobs after you struggled to find a job after graduation, and in the end, you enjoyed being with the guys and doing the tasks needed.

Tonight, the band was set to play their new album to an intimate crowd. It was to welcome back old fans and welcome new fans, introducing both sides to a new sound they worked hard on. You couldn’t be any more proud.

You sat on the couch as the guys walked around the room, pepping themselves up and hyping each other. You had finished doing your tasks with the crew and spent your free time watching the band prepare as the audience began to fill in the theater seats.

A nudge on your arm makes you direct your eyes from Michael styling his hair with a nervous expression to the person on your left.

“What’s up?” you asked, smiling at the curly-haired individual.

Luke shrugs, glancing around the room before his eyes land back on you. He has a small smile on his face as he leans back onto the couch, “Nothing.”

You scoff, shaking your head with a smile, “Yeah, sure, ‘nothing,’” you mimic, tilting your head to the side, “I doubt that.”

“What do you want me to say?”

You give him an incredulous look, crossing your arms as you turn to face him. You can tell he’s nervous, like the rest of the team and the band, but he won’t admit it. He’s always wanted others to view him as strong and unbothered, especially when those around him feel off.

He mirrors your position, a smirk on his lips because he knows you’re about to lecture him.

And he’s right.

“Your band has a new album out in a couple of days—an album you guys have worked hard on even when your management gave you shit, mind you—and you’re about to perform a majority of the songs in front of 500. Are you not nervous?”

He shakes his head, smugly smiling as he returns to his position leaning against the couch, watching Ashton dry the wet ends of his hair.

“Liar,” you mumble, uncrossing your arms and taking your phone out to check the time.

“Alright,” Luke sighs, giving in, “maybe I’m a little nervous, but I’m not a wreck.”

He’s still a liar. The success of their last album was astounding, so creating an album to reach that level and hopefully top it was hard enough. Playing it in front of an intimate crowd who may or may not like it was tough.

Luke isn’t cocky. He’s a humble man, but he likes to joke around in stressful situations. He’s used to concerts, so he doesn’t have any anxiety when it comes to performing. But when he is nervous for any reason, he won’t show it. He’ll act cool, completely collected with his head held high in confidence. If he needs to relieve the stress, he’ll either do it himself with a strong pep talk, or he’ll go to you.

“What are you nervous about?” You ask, wanting to make him feel better.

“Will they like it? Will it even chart? Is it too bold?” he continues listing out his insecurities about the album and the performance, finally lifting everything off his chest.

And you listen. The way his eyes stare into yours with slight confidence, covered by worry makes your heart sore. Luke’s kept everything inside and now that he’s listing his grievances, it makes you wonder just what else you can get out of him that he’s kept buried inside.

However, before you can give him your insight on this particular problem, “Luke!”

His head immediately turns to the door, the worry in his eyes fading out into sheer happiness and adoration. Something you’ve always wanted to see directed towards you.

Luke stands arms wide as he captures his girlfriend in his arms for a hug. Her arms wrap around his waist as his arms go around her shoulders, dipping his head down to kiss her on the head.

“I can’t believe you made it!” you hear him speak with excitement, expressing more words of happiness as he guides her to another part of the room.

You don’t miss the way her eyes glare in your direction, and you’re not afraid to give her a look back.

Rachel was nice when you met her. You actually liked her, despite your crush on Luke, and you were rooting for the two. But, a couple months ago during a stressful week, she turned on you. Her attitude towards you shifted, almost as if you had disrespected her and her bloodline. She would always act as if you weren’t in the room, and when plans were made with the boys, she would “accidentally” leave you out. It was embarrassing for you when you’d find out your friends went out, calling you to find out why you didn’t come. Due to the embarrassment, you would go along with it, making up some excuse as to why you were absent.

None of the boys, to your knowledge at least, have caught on to her antics, and you honestly hope they don’t. Whatever it is you did to her, you want to find out for yourself so you can fix it.

With a sigh, you stand from the couch, stretching your arms briefly before wandering to Calum, who stood in the shower room connected to the dressing room.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a warm smile.

He smiles back, finishing his drink before tossing the plastic cup in the trash. He grabs his bass, which was placed on the counter, and holds it out to you.

“You want me to see if it sounds out of tune?” you jokingly ask.

He nods, “Yeah, I feel like one of the chords might be flat.”

You chuckle as you pluck a random chord. His instruments are always tuned before it’s time to play. One of his pre-show nervous ticks was the constant doubt of his instruments being playable.

“It’s fine, Calum.”

The doubt shows on his face as he brings his guitar back to himself, putting it on and checking the chords himself, but it doesn’t last long as Ashton’s voice calls everyone to the center of the room.

Walking with Calum to where the rest of the crew was, you notice how attached Luke was to Rachel. Joint at the hip, arms wrapped around each other; it was annoying.

“Show starts in ten,” Ashton gains your attention, holding up a cup as Michael hands Calum a similar cup before doing the same to Luke. The three follow the drummer’s action as he continues, “let’s make this show fuckin’ awesome.”

The crew cheers, dying down quickly as Michael gives his thoughts, “We worked our asses off for this album, I don’t have any doubts about it. We got this, guys!”

The cheers resume as those with a drink take a celebratory sip before placing their empty cup on a surface near them.

Calum leaves your side to join Michael while Ashton heads to you.

“You excited?” he asks, putting his right arm around your shoulders with a large smile.

“Yeah!” you return the smile, “What about you? Nervous like the others?”

He shakes his head, crinkling his nose, “I’m not too nervous. I’m just happy to play again.”

You’re about to ask him what song he was the most excited to play, starting to get into the conversation but yet again you are interrupted by Rachel.

“Hey, Ash,” she greets him, Luke following close behind her as his arms make their way back around her shoulders again.

“Hi, Rachel,” Ashton nods his head at her – his eyes dance to Luke briefly before returning to Rachel’s, “didn’t think you’d make it.”

“Couldn’t miss your big show,” she smiles, looking up at her boyfriend as she pats his stomach.

Luke laughs, gently pushing her hand away from him, “I’m surprised, too—“ he grabs the guitar a crew member hands him, left arm lifting itself from Rachel’s shoulder as he slips the strap over his head, “—because her schedule did not look clear enough, but here she is.”

“Three minutes,” a different crew member rushes out, patting Luke and Ashton’s shoulders before rushing to tell the others.

“See you after,” Luke shifts his guitar away from Rachel before leaning down to kiss her on the lips – something you wish you didn’t see – and turning around to head out of the dressing room.

Ashton gives you a quick hug, “Excited for the lights,” he mumbles in your ear before turning to Rachel to give her a side hug.

It doesn’t go unnoticed how Rachel’s eyes glared at you by Ashton, but he doesn’t mention it as he heads out with the other guys towards the stage.

As a majority of the crew follow them out, you stay behind to clean up the empty cups and other trash, trying to occupy yourself as Rachel too stayed behind.

Her eyes followed you as you moved about the room, carrying the small plastic bag with you as it fills up with cups and wrappers. You could feel the glare burning into your side and back as you paid her no mind.

When it was just you two left, the bass from their opening song was heard and felt as you finished picking up the garbage.

“For how long have you liked Luke?”

You froze. Your head whipped towards Rachel, wide-eyed as you glanced around the room to make sure it was just the two of you.

“What…what are you talking about?” You can feel an extreme warmth rising up from the bottom of your back, all the way to your face, nervousness clouding your brain as she stares you down.

“Luke—,” she crosses her arms and moves to the couch, “how long have you liked Luke?”

“I don’t—I,” you stutter, your stomach dropping as you realize you’ve been caught.

His girlfriend knows you like him.

“Cut the bullshit,” she spits, “I can see it. You’ve been friends with him for years, you obviously caught feelings for him.”

You shake your head, standing up straight to give off the illusion of confidence. Turning your back to her and towards the door, “I don’t have to talk to you.”

You opted for walking out of the dressing room and go watch the band from the side of the stage, but you made a quick stop in the bathroom to splash cold water on your face.

You did what you could to avoid her during their performance. You knew she was watching you, seething at how you ended the conversation so fast.

Rachel wanted to break you down, find the reason why you like him and separate you two for as long as it takes to make him fall in love with her. She finds you a problem in their relationship because of how close you and Luke are, because of how long you’ve known each other. A threat to her and her relationship.

An hour and a half later, the show is finished and the whoops and cheers from the crowd indicate the album was very well received. That thought swept the interaction with Rachel from earlier under the rug as the boys’ adrenaline spread throughout the crew.

Ashton was first to greet you, sweaty and ready to envelop you in a hug but you’re quick to avoid it, ducking down just as his arms closed around the space where your head was. He laughs it off, heading for his next victim.

Next was Calum, who grabbed a drink from Andy and gulped it down. He had a smile on his face after, only growing wider when he saw you. “I think they liked it!”

“Bass in tune, huh?” you return, patting his back as he passes you to go to the next person.

Michael is the third, taking off his hat (which made you question why he was so worried about his hairstyle that he spent at least fifteen minutes playing with before the show). He stops in front of you, phone in hand as he takes a picture of the two of you: a tradition he started a few tours ago as a joke.

Finally, Luke makes his way towards you, ready to ramble about the show but is brisked away by Rachel. He doesn’t even glance over at you after he’s taken away towards the hall.

Entering the dressing room where the rest of the boys sat, you saw Michael talking animatedly on the phone, Calum laying across the couch with an arm over his eyes, and Ashton wiping off excess sweat with a towel. He was the first one to notice you.

“Ready for that hug?” he asks as you approach him.

“Why not.”

You hug each other, smiling as you pulled away. In the distance, over the cool-down music, you hear Luke’s laughter in the hall. Knowing he’s with Rachel makes you wonder if she’s told him about her suspicions, and that thought alone makes you clam up all over again.

Ashton immediately notices, tilting his head as he asks you what’s wrong.

“Nothing,” you quickly reply, eyes focusing on him.

He notices how jittery you seem, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he says nothing.

“Guys,” Andy comes in with his camera in hand, “we need to take a few photos.”

The three agree and follow the photographer out. You move to the snack table for a bottle of water, but before you can take a sip, someone clears their throat in the doorway.

You roll your eyes immediately because you know who it is. You don’t pay her any attention and instead take the sip of water you need.

“We need to finish that conversation you oh-so rudely ended,” Rachel moves into the room, keeping her voice down as she crosses her arms.

“We don’t need to finish anything.”

She scoffs, “I asked you a question, and you were so quick to avoid it. I think you’re proving a point.”

“What point?” you turn to look at her, “I know you don’t like me but I don’t know why, can we start with that?”

“Like I said before, I know you like Luke. He’s my boyfriend, and I don’t like how he’s close to you.”

“We grew up together,” you state, standing tall as you glare at her, “of course we’re going to be close.”

“Well I don’t like it,” she huffs.

You shake your head with a sigh, closing the lid to the bottle as you turn your back to her. You were getting angry at the fact that someone who didn’t know Luke as long as you did was hinting that you should stay away from him.

“Stop hanging out with him.”

A curt laugh escapes you before you can stop it, “Are you jealous of our friendship?”

“No,” she smirks, “but I know you’re jealous of our relationship.”

She’s right; you’re only a little jealous of their relationship, but it’s not something you want to risk your friendship with.

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but you’re caught off-guard when nothing comes out. The one opportunity to make her believe you don’t like her boyfriend and you can’t say anything.

Giving up with sinking shoulders, you glance at the door before looking back at her. Grimacing at her knowing smile, “How did you find out?”

She hums, “It was easy. I love him, so I know what it looks like to look at someone you love. You made it so obvious, I’m surprised no one else found out!”

You grit your teeth. You did your damn best to make sure no one, especially Luke or Rachel, know how you feel about him.

“I’m not intimidated by you,” she walks closer to you, arms uncrossing as her hands move to her hips, “but I won’t deny the fact that you and Luke have chemistry.”

“What will it take—” you place the bottle back on the table, “—for you to leave me alone?”

“Do the same to him.”

“What?”

“Leave him alone, unfriend him,” she shrugs, “simple as that.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you walk around her to the door, ready to end the conversation.

“Do that or I’ll tell him,” with a harsh tone she walks towards you, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Okay,” another voice from the doorway makes the two of you jump, “that’s enough.”

Ashton walks into the room, grabbing Rachel’s hand and removing it from your arm.

“W—” she stutters out as she watches the tall man move to stand in front of you.

“I came back for my drumsticks—” his eyes shift to the object sticking out of his bag before dropping down to Rachel, “—but instead I find you, what, threatening a good friend of ours?”

Rachel is speechless while you’re frozen. It was embarrassing enough for one person to find out about your crush on Luke, but now Ashton might know and you want to go into hiding.

“Let it go,” you tug on Ashton’s shirt to get his attention but he doesn’t move.

“Telling someone who’s known your boyfriend longer than your relationship to just abandon him is low, Rachel. Don’t think the way you’ve been treating our friends has gone unnoticed.”

You hear more footsteps approaching the room, and now you wish the ground can swallow you up. You don’t want all this attention on you.

“What’s happening here?” Michael says as he peeks into the room, Luke behind him as Calum leans against the other side of the doorway.

“Nothing—,” Rachel tries to deflect but with four pairs of eyes on her, it becomes too much. Tears start pouring out, and you’re in disbelief.

How can she be the one crying after she was the one who was rude to you?

Luke immediately rushes in, creating a beeline right to her side to wrap her in his arms.

His eyes dart to yours, an emotion on his face of something you’ve never seen, but you know it’s not good.

“What did you do?”

You’re taken back by his tone and the way his angry eyes stare you down. It hurts because instead of staying neutral and finding out what exactly happened, he immediately chose a side: a side of someone he’s known for only for a short amount of time.

“Mate,” Ashton speaks up for you, “I think you’re asking the wrong person that.”

“No,” Luke’s voice raises, eyes moving from yours to stare into his band mate’s, “I’m asking the right person.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes welling with tears as the weight of everything happening within the last ten minutes starts to bring you down. Your eyes move away from the ones boring into yours, and with a tremble in your voice, “I didn’t do anything. She’s the one who started—.”

“Bullshit!” Luke’s roar cuts you off, “Absolute bullshit, because if she started it, then why is she the only one crying?!”

The two other guys move in to the room to mediate the situation.

“Luke, calm down,” Michael’s hands raise to the motion of ‘calm down’ as he tries to get Luke’s attention.

“There’s gotta be more to the story,” Calum moves to your side, checking on you briefly.

“Don’t,” Luke states as he watches Calum grab your shoulders to move you out of the room.

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Ashton questions. He watches Luke soothingly rub Rachel’s back, wiping her tears with his free hand.

“My girlfriend is crying and you two were the only ones in here,” Luke replies, gently grabbing Rachel’s arms so he can look directly into her eyes, “what happened, babe?”

“I asked them—,” Rachel sniffles, continuing her façade, “—if they needed any help cleaning the room earlier and they yelled at—at me and told me to go away. Then after the show when you guys went for your photos, I came here to apologize to her, even though I didn’t do anything wrong.”

She was selling it; the tears, the sniffling, the stutters, and hiccups. A great actress who knows what she wants.

“That’s not true,” you inhale, your ears feeling warm and ringing, “she has had a problem with me lately and I don’t know why!”

Luke scoffs, shaking his head, wrapping Rachel in his arms again.

“C’mon,” Michael mumbles, wanting to leave the room.

Ashton turns around, watching your face go from pleading to blank as the tears fall from your eyes. He turns his head to face Luke, “You’re unbelievable,” he grabs your shoulders and starts to move you out of the room, “let’s go.”

Michael is already out of the room, the tension too much for him and ruining the after-show vibe. Calum is waiting by the door ready to help lead you out. Ashton has you turned around, pushing you towards the door.

“Wait, Luke,” you mumble, getting out of Ashton’s hold and turning back to face Luke.

He doesn’t look at you, sighing as he rubs Rachel’s head as it’s against his chest.

“Please,” you plead, begging him to look at you and when he does, you ask, “who do you believe?”

“What?”

“Who do you believe, Luke,” you gulp with a sniffle, “me or her?”

For a moment, you think you see hesitation. His jaw tenses as he stares you down, his best friend for years and someone he turned to when times got tough. He then looks down at the girl in his arms, someone he loves crying into his chest.

He sighs again, this time soft, before looking up to meet your eyes. He does notice the tears, the pain etched on your face as his other best friends watch them. “I believe Rachel.”

“This is fucking stupid,” Ashton mutters as he gently grabs your shoulders again to lead you out of the room.

You let the tears fall freely, not meeting any of the boys’ eyes as you kept your head face down.

You’ve lost your best friend. He chose someone else over you, a lie he chose to believe.

Whatever it was that made you catch feelings for your best friend, you wish you can find it and destroy it, along with any other memory you’ve made with him. After tonight, you want him erased from your cherished memories.

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part two!

[nostalgiabones]

Babysitting // Adoption AU

I started writing this MONTHS ago and finally got around to finishing it! A blurb featuring the guys babysitting Bella for the first time, as well as a surprise at the end 👀 as always, I’d love to know your thoughts on this! Please let me know here if you have any feedback 🥺 Also! I’m going to plan part four of the fic soon, and made this Google Form to take any ideas that you have for the next one! So let me know if you do ♥️

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“Are you sure she’s going to be okay?”

Luke had asked the same question at least four times that morning. You were sure his nervousness had rubbed off onto Bella, as she had been toddling around after him all day so far — wherever Luke had been, Bella hadn’t been far behind.

“No,” You replied honestly, unsure about how Bella would react to being in her uncles care for the afternoon. It was the first time you and Luke were venturing out alone since Bella joined your family, and it felt a little odd to be going out without her, but you and Luke needed some time to yourselves. “But we have to leave the house at some point, babe. It’s just a few hours, we can come back if she needs us.”

You were going to your favourite restaurant, far away enough to feel as though you were going somewhere different but close enough that you could be home quickly if anything went wrong. You were leaving Bella in the capable hands of her uncles, along with Harper and Noah. She had spent enough time around them to know them well and feel comfortable enough to have them take care of her — although you had no idea how she would feel about not seeing you or Luke for a few hours.

“Are you going to leave at some point today?” Michael appeared behind you in the hall, a tiny, sleepy Noah curled up on his chest, snoozing after a feed. It was clear that Bella still wasn’t sure about the new addition to the family, never wanting to be too close to him — it never stopped her from getting her cuddles from Michael though.

“I don’t want to say goodbye.” Luke pouted, peering into the lounge where Bella was playing with Harper — the usual sight when the two of them were together. “What if she gets sad?”

“Stop doubting our uncle abilities.” Michael replied, patting Noah’s babygrow covered back to keep him asleep as he spoke to his bandmate. “She’s going to be fine. We’ll call if we need anything.”

Bella appeared in the doorway as you prepared to leave.

“We’re gonna be fine, aren’t we Bells?” Michael placed his hand on her head softly, running his hand through her curls as he took in the scene in front of her.

“Go bye bye?” Bella asked, a confused pout on her face as she realised you were about to leave the house, the front door being the place where she’d usually say goodbye to anyone leaving the house. “Me coming.”

“No, baby.” You knelt down in front of her, taking her small hand in yours as she looked at you in confusion. “Me and dad are going out for a little while, okay? You’re staying here with your uncles. We’ll be back soon.”

“Why?” She asked, sadly. It made Luke’s heart ache as he listened. Another new thing she had picked up since turning two — questioning everything that was happening. Luke had lost track of the amount of times he’d told her it was bedtime, to be met with many questions about why she had to go to bed.

“So you can have fun with Harper!” You replied, hoping to get her excited about the prospect of spending the afternoon with them, rather than being sad. “You can play so many games, then tell me and dad all about it later.”

She didn’t seem convinced by your answer as Luke pulled on his jacket, trying to remember what he needed to tell the guys before leaving. Michael was the best one to tell, since he was successfully raising one child and had just started to raise another. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. Not that Ashton and Calum would, but they weren’t as confident in their babysitting abilities.

Michael had slipped back to the lounge whilst you were speaking to Bella, leaving Noah in Ashton’s capable hands for the moment so he could make sure she was okay.

“She’ll probably want a snack soon,” Luke told his bandmate, knowing she usually got hungry in the early afternoon. “Remember her nap, too. She doesn’t like napping anymore so she might not fall asleep easily but she will eventually.”

“Yeah yeah, I got it.” Michael waved a hand at Luke as if to shrug off his instructions. “You two just go and have fun, okay? Don’t worry. I’ll call you if anything goes wrong.”

“Can I have a hug, baby?” Luke knelt down and held his arms out to Bella, trying not to dwell on the sad expression on her face. It wasn’t that she thought they weren’t going to come back — more just that they were leaving to have fun without her. “I love you.”

“Bye.” She said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he hugged her small frame. He dropped a kiss to her cheek, letting go of her before you said goodbye to her too. Michael picked her up, setting her on his hip as she waved to you both.

“Bye guys, have fun!” Michael stood in the door as you got into the car, waving as Bella watched the two of you leave. He could tell she was feeling a little sad and confused, and wanted to cheer her up. “It’s okay, bub. They’ll be back soon. Do you want to play with Harper? Shall we play with your trains?”

She nodded against his shoulder, not resisting as he put her down to let her go and play. She sat down next to her train set, taking her favourite one and playing with it quietly. Harper was trying to interact with her, trying to get her to play how they were before — but Bella wasn’t having it.

“Bella, can I play with you again?” Harper asked her, trying to get involved with the game as Bella made no effort to let her join in.

“No, mine.” Bella replied, a stubborn pout on her lips as Harper crossed her arms and stood up to go and find Michael to tell him what had happened.

“Dad, Bella won’t let me play anymore. She’s being mean.” Harper told her dad, there being no way in her young mind that she could work out why Bella suddenly didn’t want to be her friend.

“She’s not being mean, honey. You know how you get sad when I have to go to work or on tour for a little while?” He asked, waiting until she nodded in response before continuing. “Well this is the first time Bella is feeling like this, okay? Uncle Luke and your auntie have never left her before.”

Harper seemed satisfied with the explanation, feeling sympathetic towards her pseudo cousin as she understood her sadness to an extent. She decided to play by herself for a while, hoping Bella would warm up and they could play together again when she felt better.

Michael sat on the sofa, re-claiming his sleeping son from Ashton’s arms whilst keeping an eye on Bella. She was rubbing her eyes, trying to focus on the many toy animals she had in front of her, playing quietly to herself.

It wasn’t long before she stood up, quietly walking over to Calum and resting her head on his knee, rubbing her face against the soft material of his joggers.

“Hey, Bells.” Calum ran a hand through her curls, causing a yawn to break out from her lips. “What’s going on? You okay?”

“Tired.” She replied, a sad whine in her voice as Calum made a sympathetic sound.

“You’re tired? Well, we can’t be having that, can we? Is it time for a nap?” He asked her, soft fingertips rubbing up and down her back as she looked up at her uncles.

Calum, realising he had no idea how to get her to go to sleep, suggested Michael took over whilst he held a sleeping Noah. Holding a sleeping baby was about as far as Calum’s babysitting skills went, since he didn’t actually have to do anything other than be a good pillow for his niece or nephew to sleep on. Anything beyond that was going a little far.

“I got you, come on.” Michael lifted her sleepy frame into his arms, dropping a kiss to her forehead before taking her upstairs. He remembered when Harper went through her sleep regression at Bella’s age — Michael himself felt like he went through the same thing since he didn’t get any sleep at that time either. He hoped his parenting skills wouldn’t let him down and that Bella would nap like she usually would.

The purple blinds in her bedroom helped to block out the light in the room. He sat in the rocking chair at the corner, not wanting to just put her in bed and leave her there in case she got upset. He rocked back and forth in the chair, humming under his breath to her as she wriggled in his arms.

“Down, please.” She asked, pushing her hands against his chest and trying to climb down from the chair. Maybe this would be more difficult than Michael anticipated.

“What’s wrong, bub? Don’t you want to sleep?” He asked her, keeping ahold of her so she didn’t slip out of the chair and fall. She managed to wriggle free though, landing on wobbly feet, trying to escape nap time. He wasn’t ready to give up on her nap yet. He recognised a sleepy toddler when he saw one, and Bella definitely was one.

She shook her head, mumbling another stubborn “no” and making her way to her bedroom door. Michael followed her, wanting to keep an eye on her in case she went to the stairs. She was heading that way — waiting at the top knowing she wasn’t going to get down there alone.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to sleep? We can read one of your books.” Michael tried to reason with her, knowing her already not great mood wouldn’t be helped by missing her nap.

“Go play.” She told him, holding her arms up to him so he’d carry her downstairs. He hoped that maybe she’d play for a little longer and then decide she wanted to sleep. If not, he knew you and Luke would have your work cut out later on.

“Okay, Bella. You just tell me if you get sleepy though, okay?” He asked her, lifting her into his arms to take her back downstairs.

“Looks like someone is losing their touch, huh?” Ashton teased Michael, upon noticing him re-enter the room with Bella in his arms — not asleep. Since Harper was born, Michael had become the dad of the group — always bragging he’d be able to make any baby fall asleep within seconds.

“Not my fault she’s in a sleep regression.” Michael retorted, kissing her forehead before setting her back down. She went to sit with Harper, joining in with whatever she was doing. Petunia joined them too — flopping down behind them. Her and Bella had become best friends, now that Bella had gotten used to being around her.

They played together for a little longer, Michael distracted by changing Noah and talking to Ashton and Calum.

“Dad,” Harper called his name to get his attention. “I think Bella fell asleep.”

Michael turned around and was met with a sweet sight — Petunia happily sitting on the floor with Bella curled up against her, fast asleep. Her little hand was holding onto her, face smushed against her as she slept.

“Oh my god,” Calum chuckled, his heart melting at the sight as Michael considered letting her sleep there or moving her to where she would sleep better. Even though she looked comfortable, he knew she shouldn’t sleep in that position since it would probably hurt her neck. “That’s so cute.”

Calum pulled his phone out, snapping a few photos of the cute scene in front of them to show you and Luke later.

“C’mere, you.” Michael carefully knelt down and scooped her up into his arms, shushing her and making soothing noises as he held her to make sure she stayed asleep. “Cal, do you think you can handle letting her nap on you?”

“I think so.” Calum replied, holding his arms out for Michael to set her into. Calum wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her into his chest and rubbing her back as she got comfortable. She snuggled against his chest, her face squished against his neck — happily snoozing as he held her. “She’s like a little furnace.”

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Michael asked him, remembering when Harper used to fall asleep on him in the same way. He was glad he could experience it again with Noah. “Well, even nicer for you, since you can give her back at the end of the day.”

“Very true.” Calum replied, his hand rubbing circles on her back to keep her asleep. When first meeting Bella, and even before, he was worried that he wouldn’t get along with her or that she wouldn’t like being around them. Although it had taken a while for her to warm up to them, he couldn’t imagine their little family without her now.

Calum watched her as she slept, cuddling her in closer as she snoozed. Harper played with Ashton and Michael quietly, ensuring she didn’t wake up. He held her until she wriggled in his arms, stretching her arms out and opening her eyes.

“Hi, sleepy head.” Calum murmured to her, letting her come round for a moment before trying to talk to her more. “Did you have a good sleep? We had a good cuddle, didn’t we?”

She yawned, rubbing her eyes and looking around the room — as if she was looking for you and Luke.

“They’re not here, bubs.” Calum told her, pushing her hair away from her face. She slid off of his lap, feet landing on the floor with an “oomph” as she headed to the door. She kept calling your name, expecting you to appear from behind the door.

She made her way to the bottom of the staircase, looking upstairs. She’d clearly forgotten that you and him had gone out, and that she was in the care of her uncles and cousins.

“They went out, baby.” Michael told her, getting up to follow behind her and make sure she wouldn’t go upstairs alone. She looked at him in confusion, sporting the same pout she had done when you left the house. “They’re coming back later though.”

“No.” She shook her head, like she didn’t believe him. She looked up the stairs, and down at her feet, before looking at Michael. “Help please.”

Bella knew she wasn’t meant to go upstairs on her own — she had been told many times by you and Luke not to go up and down the stairs without supervision, since she wasn’t steady enough on her feet to do it without falling. Michael knew she was too stubborn not to go upstairs, as he knew she’d have to make sure you and Luke weren’t there before accepting that it was true.

She held her hands out to Michael, waiting until he took them and helped her go up step by step. Michael had forgotten how long it took to get anywhere with a toddler, since it had been so long since Harper had been at that stage.

As soon as they made it to the top of the stairs, she let go of his hands, making her way to your shared bedroom, like she was expecting you to be in there. She kept calling out your names, looking under your bed, followed by an “oh” when she couldn’t find you there. 

“They’re not here, sweetheart.” Michael tries again, standing in the door of the room, watching her make her way around in search of the two of you. “They’re coming back soon, I promise. Do you want a snack? Or to play?”

Something Michael had learned over the past few years of being a parent was that snacks and toys could usually win any toddler over. 

“No,” She whines, resting her cheek on your duvet, standing at the side of your bed. Michael isn’t sure how to approach her when she’s upset — he knows Luke has said something before about just letting her do what she needs to do to get her feelings out. However, he can’t help but just want to comfort her when she seems so sad. 

“Do you want a hug?” He asks her, kneeling in front of her, opening his arms. She thinks about it for a moment, turning her face to look at him, before moving away from the bed and wrapping her arms around his neck. She climbs into his lap for a cuddle, and Michael wraps his own arms around her, keeping her in his embrace. “It’s okay, Bella. I know you miss them. They’ll be right back.” 

“Sad,” She whines, her little voice making Michael’s heart ache as he listened to her. He offered to take care of Bella for a night, to give you more time to yourselves, but Luke said she wasn’t ready. Michael now understands why. You and Luke had worked hard with Bella to get her to express her emotions the best she can; meaning sometimes she’d just come out with random words on how she was feeling. 

“You’re sad? I’m sorry, honey. What can we do to make you happy, huh?” Michael replies, rubbing his fingertips up and down her back. “Do you want to go and play?”

He’s cut off by the sound of a key in the front door, and his ears perk up at the noise.

“Who is that, Bella? Who’s here?” 

She squeals excitedly in his lap as he stands with her in his arms, knowing it would be faster and easier to carry her downstairs than to get down herself. She babbles on his hip, a mixture of excited squeals and words he can’t understand.

“There she is!” Luke calls out, closing the front door behind him. Although the two of you had only been gone for a few hours, it had felt like much longer. He was anxious to know how Bella had coped without you both. 

“Who’s that?” Michael asks her, reaching the bottom of the stairs and setting her down, waiting until she’s steady on her feet before letting go of her hands.

“Daddeee!” She exclaims, running on wobbly feet to wrap her arms around his legs. The atmosphere in the room drops for a moment when everybody realises what she just said  — Ashton and Calum joining them in the hallway at the sound. “Up!” 

“Wait, she… she hasn’t said that before, has she?” Michael asks, knowing he hasn’t heard her say it before. 

“No!” You reply, tears lining your eyes as Luke picks Bella up, cuddling her into his chest. “She hasn’t said that whilst we’ve been gone, has she?”

Michael shakes his head, the moment warming his heart as he knows how much it means to Luke. He remembers the first time Harper said dad and how much it meant to him, how amazing it felt — so he knows how special this is for Luke. 

“Hi, baby,” Luke greets her, his lips brushing her forehead as he tries not to burst into tears in front of everyone. Just like when she called you mum for the first time, she doesn’t understand the weighting of what she said — in her mind, she’s just happy that he’s home. To Luke, it’s the word he’s been waiting to hear since the day he met Bella, one he’s wanted to hear since you first talked about adopting. It means the world to him. “What did you call me just then, huh? Who am I?” 

“Daddy,” She murmurs, the word muffled by his hoodie, but it was clear enough for him to hear. She cuddles into him, her face pressed against his neck. He can tell she’s not long been awake from her nap, always seeming to want him when she’s first woken up. He’s elated that he gets to spend this special moment with her, you, and the guys too. 

“That’s right, honey.”

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[pixiegrl]

I have another angst prompt for you when the time to write it comes: “It’s not that easy.” for lashton

Apparently. This weekend was the time for it. I was not in a good headspace, I looped It’s all so incredibly loud by glass animals and I wrote this. In many ways, it’s the spiritual sequel to “and when I said i was an old cardigan”. Please enjoy it!

On ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27444352

Luke’s been off kilter all week. He’s had a good few weeks, learning to cook with Ashton, laughing wildly when Ashton started spinning him around the kitchen, dancing, writing music, playing guitar. He’s gotten to take Petunia for walks with Ashton, holding hands and stealing kisses on the sidewalk. He’s been freeing, getting to live with this kind of abandon and carefree attitude to life, joyful and excited for each morning. It was inevitable that it would come crashing down.

Luke got stuck on a song on Monday. In the grand scheme of things, getting stuck on one song wasn’t the end of the world. He had the melody, he had a theme, he just...can’t find the words for feelings he has, the ideas swirling around in his head. He keeps telling himself to put the song down, think on it, come back to it, but each day that passes the song nags at him. Reminds him that he’s not working on it as he tries to make lunch or watch a movie with Ashton or play in the background with Petunia. Reminds him that he’s a failure who can’t write, can’t finish a song, is wasting his time. He’s been on edge the whole time since, constantly thinking about the song, anxious that he’s not working on it and anxious that he can’t think of how to work on it and just...anxious. Eventually, the tension had built up in his lungs, squeezed at them, until it felt like he couldn't breathe.   

He and Ashton got into a fight that morning. Luke woke up and felt wrong. If pressed, he couldn’t explain what was wrong just that it felt like he was crawling out of his skin, itchy and uncomfortable in his body, in his mind. Ashton hadn’t done anything wrong, just asked Luke if he wanted to get lunch with Michael and Calum and kept pushing and pushing until Luke snapped, shouted out some nasty words before storming off to the his room (even though he’s been staying in Ash’s since the night on the patio) and slammed the door. He’d flopped down the bed, bitter and angry, hot tears streaming from the corner of his eyes until he couldn’t cry anymore, emotions ran out, lifeless and doll-like. He’s been listening to the static of his brain since, telling him he’s worthless and a burden and why does anyone put up with him anyway if he’s such an awful, terrible person. 

That’s how Ashton finds Luke when he gets home. Luke’s not sure how long he’s been like this, just knows that he’s been there for a while. The day has passed in a hazy blur, the early light of day fading to sunsetting in the afternoon and Luke hasn’t moved. He’s fuzzily aware of the fact that he has to have left the bed at some point, gotten up to get water or food or to feed Petunia, but he’s also not sure. Luke’s been laying in bed, watching the ceiling fan spin, phone playing music he’s not listening to on a loop. Luke’s been telling himself he’ll get up soon, but if Ashton’s home, he clearly has missed his chance to get up, pretend he’s fine, pretend he’s normal. 

Ashton pokes his head into the bedroom, frowning when he sees Luke on the bed. Luke’s vaguely aware of the fact that Ashton’s got his disappointed face on now, knows he should be upset that he’s upset Ashton but Luke just doesn’t care. He can’t muster the energy to care, to have an emotion, to feel something. He’s burned through all his anger and upset earlier in their fight and now he just feels dull and void. 

Ashton crosses the room, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. Cautiously, he puts a hand on Luke’s head, running his fingers through Luke’s curls. 

“I’m not upset Luke,” Ashton says. Luke opens his mouth to speak and finds that even the idea of talking tires him out, all the energy drained from his body. Instead he just shrugs, shifting his gaze from Ashton back to the ceiling. 

“Luke?”

“Hm?” Luke hums, finding that even making that noise is too much for him. 

Ashton huffs, “What’s gotten into you?” 

“Life,” Luke mumbles, shrugging. It’s barely louder than a whisper, voice quiet and scratchy from lack of use. 

Ashton makes a sympathetic noise, “You were doing so well Lu.” 

“It’s not that easy Ashton. I can’t predict how I’m going to feel or what’s going to happen. I just feel off. I don’t feel right. I can’t get the voices to stop. It’s like something is crawling at me, trying to get out, except I can’t bring myself to care,” Luke says in a rush, drained from the sudden need to speak, the words spilling out of him. He pulls away from Ashton, curling up on his side as he feels the tears prickly at the corner of his eyes. 

Ashton makes another sad sound, leaning over to brush on Luke’s hair again, tries to press a kiss to his head. Luke shys away from the touch, curling further in on himself. He’s not even sure why he’s crying, thinks he’s body’s just drained and tired. His brain is still playing its broken record loop of words and static that Luke can’t pick apart right now. 

He feels Ashton stand, hears him leave the room. Luke can feel the tears spilling from his eyes. He must really be broken, defective if even Ashton is leaving.

A soft thump lands on the bed and Luke startles when he feels Petunia start licking his face, hears her snuffling.  She lets out a heavy sigh and flops down, resting her head under Luke’s chin and sighing again. 

“She missed you. Was whining at the bedroom door when I got home. I’m going to go get you some food okay?” Ashton says. Luke nods, still startled by the fact that Petunia keeps snuffling against him, wriggling around while she gets comfortable. Ashton leans over, pressing a kiss to Luke’s cheek, brushing a curl out of the way.

He keeps petting Petunia, a solid weight in the world. He can hear Ashton in the kitchen, banging around loudly. Ashton isn’t usually loud in the kitchen when he cooks, prefers to sing quietly to the radio. It’s comforting, knowing that Ashton’s right downstairs, making as much noise as he can, so Luke knows he’s there. That he’s not going anywhere. 

Eventually, Ashton comes back upstairs, holding out a glass of water and a bowl of what smells like pasta. 

“Come on, you have to sit up,” Ashton says, placing the dishes on the nightstand and nudging at Luke. Reluctantly, Luke lets go of Petunia, sitting up and fighting against the rush he gets from being upright for the first time in hours. Petunia huffs her frustration and flops down in Luke’s lap, staring up at him with wide eyes. Luke rubs her ears until she closes her eyes, letting out a deep sigh and snoring. Ashton chuckles.

“Drink first, then food,” Ashton says, handing the glass to Luke. He takes it, sipping at the water. He hasn’t realized how thirsty he is, till he’s gulped down the whole glass, blushing when Ashton laughs at him.

“Better?”

Luke nods, handing the glass back to Ashton in exchange for the bowl. Ashton stands, going to the bathroom. Luke can hear the water running. Luke takes a bite of the pasta. He glances down, softening when he realizes that Ashton used the bowtie shape that Luke likes the most.

Ashton comes back, full glass in hand. He curls up next to Luke, resting his head on Luke’s shoulder as he chews and swallows. Luke doesn’t feel better exactly, but he feels less like a ghost and more like a person now. 

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Putting up with me. When I’m like...this,” Luke says, gesturing vaguely. When he’s a ghost haunting their home, lifeless and too exhausted to do much more than lay in bed and listen to his broken record of a brain.

“It’s not putting up with you. I love you. You care about the people you love,” Ashton says. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to Luke’s lips. Luke blushes, like he isn’t used to his boyfriend kissing him.

“I love you,” Luke mumbles. He rests his hand on top of Ashton’s, linking their pinkies together. Ashton smiles softly.

“Pinky promise to always take care of you,” Ashton says. 

“Pinky promise,” Luke says back. Ashton smiles, lifting up Luke’s hand and kissing their pinkies. Luke thinks his face is permanently red now.

“Do you want to lay here and watch a movie?”

Luke nods. It already feels like he’s used up too much energy as it is between eating and talking to Ashton. Ashton nods back, taking the bowl from Luke and manuerving them till they’re laying back in bed among the pillows. He finds the remote, flipping through their recordings until he finds the version of Legally Blonde he knows Luke loves.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Luke says, burrowing his face into Ashton’s chest.

“I love you. I’ll keep telling that over and over again till you believe me.”

Luke smiles. He’s still too drained and the world is still too much, but at least he has Ashton. He’s always got Ashton.

[bxcketbarnes]

Can you imagine Ashton asking his deaf girlfriend to marry him in sign language? 😍🥺😭

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You and Ashton have been dating for over four years. When you first started dating you always had doubts that he wouldn't want to stay with you. That he'd get annoyed by the fact that you couldn't speak or hear. You weren't born deaf. It happened a little over a decade ago. You and your parents were driving towards your school for a recital you were in when a drunk driver had slammed into your car, hitting the back seat door on the driver's side. Which is where you were sat.

You lost your hearing because of that man. A man that was never caught. It used to upset you. Not being able to hear, but you've grown to love it. Sometimes you wish you could hear people's voices again, or music, birds singing, any animals ever. You wanted to get a cochlear implant, but you nor your parents could afford it.

You had met Ashton in the streets of LA. He actually saved you from a car while you were crossing the street. Idiots live in LA if y'all weren't aware. Apparently they don't care about other people's safety. Your chest was pressed against his as he tugged you back towards him, seconds before the car zoomed past the two of you. You breathed a bit heavily, lips parted in surprise as he looked down at you with his hazel eyes.

He began speaking to you and you did your best to read his lips, but you couldn't figure out what he was saying. You swallowed thickly, moving your shaky legs across the street, leading Ashton as well so you can try to chat while not standing in the middle of the busy street.

You took out your phone and brought up your notes, typing out the words you've typed out so much.

Sorry, I'm deaf and couldn't read your lips.

Ashton's eyes widened at the words on your phone and he looked back up at you, seeing a small smile on your lips. He couldn't help but think you were stunning. Your eyes shining brightly in the sun.

"Oh. Uhm," he starts and scratches the back of his head as you stare up at him, "are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"

You successfully read his lips that time and you nod your head before typing on your phone.

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm a little spoken up, but I'll be alright. Thank you for saving my life.

He smiles softly and nods his head. "It's not a problem. Not every day I can save a beautiful girl from getting run over."

You softly bite your lip after reading his lips, a blush covering your cheeks. You looked at the ground, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before getting an idea.

Can I repay you with some coffee? You seem really cool and I'd like to get to know you. If you wanna get to know me that is…

Ashton nods his head, his eyes moving back up to yours. "I'd love to."

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Six months into the relationship Ashton slowly started to learn sign language. He would spend hours at your apartment, the two of you sitting on your bed as you teach him everything. You would giggle as he tried really hard to get it right, seeing the furrowing of his eyebrows as he watched you repeat the sign before he tried again.

Even times you surprised him by showing up to his place, walking in on him signing to himself while looking in the textbook that sits on his coffee table.

It took a little over a year and a half into your relationship for Ashton to really get it down. It's fun to have full fledged conversations with him. Although, sometimes you wonder if he wish you could hear. To have a normal conversation using words. He's reassured you plenty of times that he was fine with it, but you couldn't help but overthink it.

-

You had moved in with him at the two year mark. You were really excited, taking the next step of your relationship with him. You loved him. You really did. You're in love with him.

You're sat on the couch one night when he was in the shower, scrolling through your phone at while researching the cochlear implant procedure and how much it was. You've saved up from your job, so it's highly possible for you to do it but you're having doubts.

Ashton walks back into the living room, a pair of grey sweats clinging to his legs as he moves to stand behind you on the couch. He frowns at what you were looking at and he nuzzles his face into your neck.

You jump, locking your phone before moving away from Ashton to look back at him. "Jesus, you scared me," you sign to him and he giggles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He moves around the couch, sitting down beside you. Ashton takes your hand in his, rubbing the back of your hands with his thumbs. "Sweetheart," he begins to sign and sighs a bit, "are you looking up information about this because you want it or other reasons?"

You looked down at your hands that now sat in your lap and shrug your shoulders. Ashton hooks a finger under your chin, making you look at him. He presses a short kiss to your lips and you let out a breath through your nose. Your heart thumps against your chest as he pulls away, smiling softly at you before stroking your cheek.

"If you want this, go for it. But, if you're doing this because you think I want it, don't. I love you for who you are, baby," he signs to you and you smile softly at him before nodding your head.

"I love you, Ashton."

"I love you too, sweetheart. So much."

-

It's been three and a half years into your relationship when Ashton starts thinking about taking the next step in life with you. He's been looking at rings on the internet for weeks. He even asked Calum to go with him to a jewellers. Ashton wanted to find the most stunning ring that was simple yet unique. Just like you were.

You always talked about wanting to visit Paris, seeing posts about it on your Instagram. That's where he decided he was going to propose to you. He brought you during the summer, months after your fourth anniversary together. It was actually a gift. Tickets to Paris.

You stood in front of the Eiffel Tower, your eyes lighting up at the sight of the tower in front of you. It was flickering. Like there was glitter embedded in it. His hazel eyes were set on you as your hands were clasped together, his leather jacket draped over your shoulders as you were a bit cold.

His hand slides into yours and you glance over at him, seeing a large smile on his lips. "You wanna take a picture?" He signs to you and you nod your head, getting excited. "Stand with your back facing me, baby girl."

He grabs his phone, opening the camera app as you stood slightly sideways, your head facing the tower. Ashton got into the right position, angling the phone just right before taking the most stunning photo of you. He locks his phone before putting it away, getting the velvety box out of his pocket. Ashton got down on one knee, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for you to turn back around.

You figure he's done taking a photo since it's been a whole minute and a half and turn to face him. A gasp leaves your lips as your boyfriend of four years is on one knee, a ring box held in his large hands.

He steady's it on his leg and begins to sign. "Baby girl. You're the best thing that has crashed into my life. Almost literally. You are so amazing and kind hearted. I don't know where I'd be if I didn't save you from that car five years ago. I'm so in love with you and I want nothing more in life than to officially call you my wife. Will you do the honor in marrying me?"

Tears came to your eyes, blurring your vision slightly as you nod your head rapidly. A giggly cry leaves your lips as Ash gets up from the ground, opening the ring box. The most stunning ring stares you in the face, the diamond shining off the reflection of the Eiffel Tower lights.

Ashton slips the ring onto your ring finger, his forehead resting against yours. One thing you haven't really told him was that you were working on your speech. Even though you couldn't hear. You did plan to get cochlear implants. Not because of him, but because you want to. You want to be able to hear again. To know what he sounds like.

"I love you," you stuttered out and Ashton snaps his head up, his eyes wide. He licks his lips as he brings a hand to your face.

"Sweetheart. Yo-You spoke," he says and you giggle, nodding your head.

"I've been working on my speech. I decided to go forward with the implants. I want to hear you. Especially now that we're getting married," you signed to him and a breath leaves his lips.

"Say it again," he mumbles and you chuckle.

"How about I wait… until I say, "I do,"" you mention as his eyes watch your hands. His cheeks heat up as you finished signing, his head nodding in answer.

Ashton looks down at you, doing the sign for I love you and your cheeks heat up slightly, your heart pounding against your chest.

I love you so much and I can't wait to marry you

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Committed The Robbery (Part 6)

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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“You were cut by a knife? I told you it was a bad idea!” Alba stopped for a second when you lifted up your shirt to let her see the stitches. 

If it was possible, her mouth was scraping the asphalt. 

“I think I’m gonna faint.” Alba placed her hand on her almost sweating forehead and had to sit down on the bench you were walking past just for a moment. 

You couldn’t help but laugh for some reason. This was the girl who didn’t seem to have a problem with dissecting animals in biology classes. But seeing your stitches and the five centimeters cut was enough for her to almost faint. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” She tried to look again since you were still holding up your grey t-shirt, “It sounds weird that I’m freaking out but when it’s human cuts and my close friends I tend to freak out.”

“Didn’t you help out Travis Cost when he fell and injured his knee during football practice?” You placed the bandage back on place and moved your shirt down. 

Calum had said you were supposed to wear the bandage for most of the time. It was best for the cut to get some air but the stitches could easily get stuck to your clothes and that would be painful. 

“Yes and there was no blood,” She shook her head, “That was his kneecap being dislocated. It wasn’t anything scary. Why don’t you think I take part in the blood donations program here at the campus?” 

“Well, I just thought you were scared of needles.” You shrugged your shoulders and threw back on your denim jacket. 

“No, I’ve even injected myself one time for fun when writing an assignment about the nerve system.” Alba brushed away the droplets of sweat from her forehead. 

“And it’s kind of tragic that I’m not a part of the blood donation. I have AB-negative so I’m like a god in heaven for nurses. I’m a part of the 6% and probably the only one at the campus who has it.” 

Your eyes widened by her small fact. You didn’t even know what your blood type was, it was probably something Luke knew if he looked through your hospital papers from when you were born. 

You walked past the water foundation and headed towards the dorms. You had met between the buildings in the middle because you had classes this morning, being off at noon before meeting again at 2 P.M.

It wasn’t often that you had three classes a day. Normally, it would only be one or two on Tuesday’s but since you were behind you had three double. 

Alba was used to the many classes a day. She sometimes took extra classes just because she found it exciting. 

You didn’t really think that having rocket science from 8 P.M to 10 P.M on a Thursday night was the most appealing. 

You couldn’t even keep count of all the classes she had. The only thing you shared together was English.

“Should I also call you out for not telling me you spend the night at your brother’s house?” 

Your cheeks turned into a deep shade of red, being embarrassed. You were never the one to forget texting where you were. Not that it was required living with a roommate but you had promised Alba. 

“Oh, Albs. I’m so sorry,” You looked down at your feet and clutched your books tighter, “It was just... Things happened in such a dramatic way I totally forgot and my phone died when I headed for classes.” 

“It’s okay,” Alba smiled, “I could hear from others when they saw you at classes that you weren’t dead... Or I mean, almost,” She glanced down at your stomach to remind you of your stitches. 

“Speaking of which, why did I hear that Ashton Irwin was at the campus?”

If your cheeks could get even redder they would be now. You knew the rumor was spread for the ones being curious. Also, the ones who wanted to avoid him. It was not everyone that was on Ashton’s good side. 

You looked down at the ground trying to come up with something that didn’t sound as crazy as he actually made it sound when it came up with the idea. 

“I honestly just heard rumors that he brought a gun.” 

If Alba was just a little bit smart like she usually was, she would be able to tell from your face expressions everything she was saying was correct. 

“No...” She shook her head in disbelief, “Are you serious?” 

You only half nodded even though everything was indeed true. 

“First of all, it was Ashton’s idea.” You scratched your arm carefully and watched her open the door to walk up the stairs towards your dorm. 

“Secondly, I didn’t know he was bringing a gun.” 

You decided not to say anything else before you were inside your dorm. By the way, Alba was looking at you if it was possible she would be able to knock you down the stairs from her staring. 

She was definitely not letting go of the conversation until you had explained her everything. The truth was, she would become more scared but it was better than walking around unknowing what was going on. 

“Ashton suggested showing up because he wanted to scare off James. Wanting to show that this cut was his final move and things had to end because otherwise, I can’t walk around on my own without being in danger. It was kind of a way to tell James, no matter where he is, Ashton will find him.” 

“And kill him?” Alba asked with her large brown orbs that were reflecting through her glasses, it was like her voice was shaking. 

You shook your head and watched her take a seat on her bed that was nicely covered. Unlike yours that looked like a mess from yesterday. 

“No, Ashton would never kill anybody.” You shook your head stern, “He’s just trying to scare him off. Not wanting him to be a threat to me. Trying to make me live a normal life.” 

Alba nodded her head in agreement and regretted her sudden outburst. 

“If I may ask,” She paused to lick her lips in thought, “What is your relationship with him?” 

You stopped in track from taking off your jacket and furrowed your eyebrows at her. 

“I mean,” She scratched her arm lightly, “It’s not that I see you as a couple or anything... It just sounds/seems like you’re spending more time with him than your actual brother.” 

By that, you sighed carefully. 

Taking a seat down on your own bed you pushed the sheets away so you could rest your back against the wall. She could tell you were about to tell a story so she prepared herself by crossing her legs like she was in the middle of yoga. 

“Luke is never really actually there. He’s often out, it kind of follows with being the leader of the gang. I don’t know how he got the role but as all, I can remember he has always been in that position. Dealing with the rules, making people follow the instructions and make sure to take care of everyone. Including me.” 

“But you’re not a part of the gang,” Alba said more as a statement than a question. Yet, she was confused by her own thoughts and blinked, “... Are you?” 

You smiled carefully by her question and shook your head. 

“No, I’m not a part of anything. They keep me out of it as best they can... You know, it works most of the time unless James is suddenly showing up like a pop-in annoying character.” 

“Okay, so James is a part of a gang as well?” Alba folded her legs together and rested her chin on her knees. 

“Yeah, just not the same as my brother’s. They’re rivals, but James isn’t the leader. He’s seriously just trying to fill out the shoes of someone else.” You folded your hands together, happy that the topic about your relationship with Ashton was forgotten. 

“Who?” Alba asked but this time you became quiet. 

You looked down at your fingers. Ashton had really gotten into your head because just by thinking of his name you got scared. You had never actually met this guy. 

“His name is Marc Walker.” You folded your hands together and looked at Alba. 

“As in James Walker? Brothers?” Alba was so invested in the conversation you thought she had probably forgotten she was scared in the first place. 

You hummed in response and looked out of the window, “Story was told he was expelled from here after an incident. And I know this might sound mysterious but it happened at the same time as Luke and the others were expelled.”

“And you’re sure they have a part in that.” Alba rubbed her hands together almost excited, “This is just like Criminal Minds.” 

“I’m sure you can identify yourself with Dr. Reid.” You smiled and she shook her head but laughed. 

“Oh, I wished I had an IQ of 187. Probably sometime when I’ve graduated college.” Alba sat for a moment thinking and then processed to look back at you. 

“They’ve never told you?” She asked, “I mean, they are many rumors trying to solve the mystery. Some have predicted they sold drugs on the parking lot and printed something into Marc’s assignments. But it is all stories that have been twisted in many ways.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows just a little bit because one thing was that the drugs were true. If it wasn’t because you started at the college they would still proceed to do it. There was so much money in selling to college students.

But printing it onto Marc’s assignments sounded too much of a rumor to be true. 

Even you could come up with something more convincing than that. 

“They never told me.” You shook your head, “Probably to protect me. I don’t know if it could affect me knowing. You’d be surprised to hear how many enemies they have. It’s like they have a bigger list than the one where people actually like them.” 

“It’s funny because I remember they were popular,” Alba said, “Or I’ve heard.” She corrected. 

You nodded your head in agreement and sighed carefully, “Calum was practically lead captain. Coach Hanson loved him more than anything and to see him get expelled was like, pure horror to his ears. He really did have a future in football and sadly, that was taken away. I actually think he enjoyed it, it was probably the only thing they liked about college.” 

You leaned back with your head touching the wall and looked up at the ceiling. You needed to change one of the lights that had seemed to be broken. 

“Sometimes I just wish I knew. The curiosity takes over. The thoughts are itching for answers.” 

“Then scratch.” Alba encouraged and fished her keys out to place it on her nightstand next to her. 

Usually, she would be hanging them right next to where her jacket was hanging. You had too many hooks compared to how little clothes she did have.

That was when you noticed it and you furrowed your eyebrows. 

She started to talk about something else, it sounded like she wanted to go to the library to rent some sort of biology book and your jaw fell. 

“Can I come with you?” You asked and she widened your eyes. 

“To the library?” She asked, eyes bigger than yours. 

You nodded your head in agreement with a huge smile and stood up from your bed in reaction. 

She was looking at you the way she was not convinced. You had never visited the library, not even when you had to see if you could rent some books instead of buying them down at the local store. 

“Do you still have the chip that works almost every door at the library?” 

She nodded her head slowly, wanting you to continue. 

“Also the old archive in the basement?” You asked and her eyebrows lifted. 

“The old archive nobody is allowed to be at because it keeps stuff in which students aren’t allowed to see?” She just had to double check and you almost nodded your head furiously. 

“What if that can explain why they were expelled? It might give us answers.” You blinked twice, looking at her with your jaw falling. 

“Aren’t you just a little bit curious to know?” 

“I have no idea how you dragged me into this but I sure hope it’s good,” Alba mumbled more to herself than you as you walked down the swirling staircase. 

“We’ll see what happens.” You turned on the flashlight you had brought along, watching how cobweb was reflecting in shadows. 

What a dirty and creepy space. 

You shook your head feeling goosebumps appear on your arm by hearing the door faint in the background close. Lamps weren’t working, the only source of light came from you. 

“I’m not even sure I can navigate here.” Alba used the chip to open the grey large door that appeared once you were down the stairs. 

You watched her fool a bit, it was probably a while since somebody had been down here. You didn’t wonder. You were waiting for the heart attack in a form of a spider. This was, after all, Sydney Australia. 

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t think anyone will notice we are down here.” 

When you walked inside you couldn’t avoid the nasty smell of either fungus or some sort of death. Alba almost wanted to take a step back just in reaction. 

“Oh my god...” She mumbled under her breath and tried to flick on the lights. 

Amazingly enough, the only lamp in the ceiling actually worked. It wasn’t much and it only seemed dimmed but it was enough for you to turn off your flashlight. 

“I think the only thing I can say is, let’s get to it.” You looked at the many shelves with files. It was insane how much this basement could actually carry. 

Alba nodded her head in agreement and headed towards the left part of the room. So obviously, you took the right. 

It was insane to see how many cases the school had. You wouldn’t imagine considering it was newly renovated and it wasn’t often there were conflicts. 

“Is Ashton’s middle name Fletcher?” 

Your hair almost fell in your face as you turned around to look at Abla who stood with a file in her hands. 

“I don’t know. Is the last name Irwin?” You asked and she nodded her head. 

“I don’t think this is a case about him though. It seems it’s about someone else.” Alba explained and grabbed another one from the pile. 

“Here,” She suddenly said excitedly, “Case 104. Marc David Walker, Luke Robert Hemmings, Calum Thomas Hood, Michael Gordon Clifford, Ashton Fletcher Irwin, Karen Johnson.” 

“Karen Johnson?” You asked in confusion and let go of whatever you had in your hands.

“You haven’t heard of Karen Johnson?” Alba asked and you shook your head no. 

“She was the one who was suspected of being murdered in this building.”

Your eyes became so wide you were sure they were ready to fall out from your face. You almost ran towards her to see the file because in reality you thoughts she was joking. 

“It was never stated in rumors if she was actually murdered or not but here it says that she was,” Alba explained and you stopped to stand right next to her. “

“Why are the boys involved?” You furrowed your eyebrows and Alba held her breath. 

“Ashton was the last person seen with her before her body was found. They all found evidence the boys were at the school same time as the murdering happened.”

“Who murdered her?” You looked at her with wide eyes, feeling how goosebumps were appearing on every inch of your skin if possible. 

“Marc Walker was charged in court and stated to prison for first-degree murder.” Alba read what was written the paper and you could feel yourself shaking. 

“The gun that was used on her had Marc’s fingerprints. There were also found evidence of blood stains on her shirt in which came from Marc. The gun that was used had the exact same bullets that were found inside the victim’s body parts. 4 bullets were used to kill her right in the second. She wasn’t suffering.”

You listened to Alba reading out loud but also tried to scan the papers yourself. 

It was a long court list, you didn’t even know they had been to court. You’d imagine you would have noticed because you could see that it had happened several times because either Walker or one of the boys not showing up. 

“There’s surveillance camera showing that Ashton and the victim walked into the library together. But there was also proof that Ashton wasn’t at the library at the time of the murder because he is seen on a surveillance camera outside at the hallway meeting with Calum.” 

You shook your head in disbelief. For many years you had known they were living in a hard industry. Not one with murder investigations and death. 

“The headmaster didn’t want any dirt on the school’s reputation and since the boys already had a few conflicts he decided to expel all four of them. He didn’t want to take a chance in case it was indeed one of the boys that had a part in committing the murder. Walker disappeared once court was over after he was supposed to be admitted to prison. He has still gone missing and nobody knows where he is.” 

“Oh my god...” You mumbled under your breath, seeing pictures being attached to the documents from the surveillance cameras. Ashton was exposed with his curly locks at the top and a black hoodie over his head. 

Another showed Luke and Michael walking into one of the offices at school. For what, you didn’t know but it was around 4pm to 5pm. Why didn’t anyone notice them?

“Did anyone hear the gunshots?” You asked but Alba shook her head, “It was down by the basement just around the-,” Alba looked up and her jaw fell slightly. 

“Just on the hallway outside of the archive room.” 

You looked up by the mention and looked towards the door. Your blood suddenly felt like freezing to ice. Knew the shivers and goosebumps were everywhere on your body. 

“Seems like everything ties to here.” Alba shook away the goosebumps and looked for more files. 

“I think so to-,” Before you finished your sentence you felt a small jolt running through your body by a sound coming from the stairs. 

At first, you thought you were the only one noticing. But the way Alba was looking towards the door with her mouth falling and her breath hitching in her throat, you heard the same. 

“Don’t move.” You whispered, not knowing who it was but with the circumstances you took zero chances. 

You leaned your hand down to grasp the cold handle you had hidden in the pocket of your denim jacket. Alba almost got strangled by her own spit when she noticed what you had in your hands. 

“Where the hell did you get a gun?” She whisper-yelled almost in panic. 

“After the cut to my stomach I was too paranoid to walk around on my own so I stole one of Luke’s. He’s got too many to notice and there are only a few bullets in it so it’s just for protection. Like pepper spray.” 

“Pepper spray! Y/N you could kill someone with that!” Alba was about to shout but you shushed at her. 

“It’s only for the scene and scares Albs, I have no idea how to use it.” 

You were indeed telling the truth. This was actually the first time you were holding the gun and you had no idea what you were supposed to do other than holding it in front of you to protect you and Alba. 

“What if it’s-,” Alba shut her mouth when she heard stumbles coming from the stairs again. You could feel your knees shake and you held your breath. 

You weren’t sure what the sudden sound was or where it came from, but it was louder than before and in reaction and pure shock, you accidentally shot towards the ceiling. 

“Oh my god,” Alba managed to exclaim, her hands coming up to her mouth to cover from more voices as you managed to shoot the only lamp in the room. 

Darkness surrendered you and you couldn’t help but apologize more than once. 

“I-, I really shouldn’t have stolen it I have no idea how to handle it.” You stammered and shoved it down in your pocket to grasp your flashlight instead. 

Alba breathed in heavily and nodded her head in agreement. At least she wasn’t mad. 

“Whatever was here you scared it away.” She scrunched up the glasses on her nose and you nodded your head in agreement. 

“Let’s leave,” You mumbled, “I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

Alba nodded and watched as you fished the files in your net, wanting to save them in case of wanting to know more and hurried towards the stairs with her. 

The sunny weather hit you right in the face once you were out of the basement, library, and the building. You hadn’t noticed but your breath hitched in your throat and your heart was beating faster. 

“Uh-, Y/N.” Alba mentioned and you looked at her. 

“I think you’re in trouble.” 

You followed her eyes towards the parking lot and your jaw dropped when you noticed the familiar red Mustang. Not to mention Luke and Ashton leaning against it with sunglasses in their hair and almost matching leather jackets. 

“Okay, shit.” You mumbled under your breath and turned around to face her. 

“Please, hide these.” You gave her the net and she couldn’t help but nod her head in agreement, “Hide them where nobody else would look beside you. Somewhere clever. I’ll see you later when I get home.” 

She nodded her head repeatedly and turned around, watching you slowly head towards the boys, trying to act like what you had just figured out wasn’t something. 

When you came close enough you couldn’t tell whether they were mad or not. But for what reason, you couldn’t point out. It was nearly impossible for Luke to notice that you were gone. 

“You know I was just about to break those doors, right?” Ashton remarked, his head nodding towards the front entrance to the building. 

You glanced over your shoulder, looking where he was referring to. 

You opened your mouth ready to speak but Luke came before you. 

“You know I’ve called you twelve times, right?” He asked and that definitely caught you off guard. 

Reaching down to grab your phone to you lifted it in the air. Indeed, Luke had been calling and not just once. 

“Oh my god, Luke I’m so sorry,” You mumbled, “I’ve had classes and I couldn’t have it on sound so it’s just been on silent. I’m so sorry I understand your struggles.”

“Well, you were saved by pretty pants and his very short football shorts.” Luke nodded his head towards the football field behind him, “James is at a game so he took just a bit of the nervousness away from us.” 

You smiled sincerely at them and sighed. It was a nice sigh though, it meant you were saved by the bell. 

“You want a lift to your dorm?” Ashton asked and even though you could easily walk you nodded your head in agreement. You didn’t want to sound or seem suspicious or different. 

Taking your usual spot at the backseat right behind Ashton, you watched Luke take the passenger seat and waited for Ashton to put the car in reverse. 

Luke was talking and talking but you weren’t really listening. You were sitting with your head almost in your hands, trying to collect all the information at once. It was now the thoughts were running around. 

Ashton did take notice and when you coincidentally looked up to glance at the back mirror, your eyes met. 

“What’s wrong?” He mouthed instantly, eyes fixed on either the road or you. 

You shrugged, not really knowing what to answer. Luke was still continuing his story so he wouldn’t take notice. 

“Come on,” He mouthed again and turned to the left. 

“Nothing.” You mouthed back and looked down at your lap again, not wanting to meet his eyes. The thoughts couldn’t stop wondering. 

Did Marc really kill that woman?

You were so quick to loosen your seatbelt once Ashton parked in front of your dorm house. 

“You wanna come over on Friday? We’re watching movies.” Luke asked as you walked past the car to stand on the pavement. 

“No actually, one of the fraternities are hosting this 2009 themed party I was planning on going to.” 

“What?” Luke asked with furrowed eyebrows. Ashton was having the same expression. 

“What?” You said back but in a different tone. 

“And what if James will be there?” He asked angrily. 

“You know I can’t live my life after where he’s staying and not.” 

“But that’s basically feeding bones to the lion!” Luke exclaimed and you watched how Ashton remained quiet. He didn’t need to say anything to show that he was sharing the same opinion as Luke. 

“No, I’m telling you Y/N, it’s a bad idea.” He was looking at you the way you knew you wouldn’t get what you wanted. When he was settled he was ready to open fire to get it how he wanted.

“It’s fine you think it’s a bad idea, I respect that.” You weren’t normally the one to discuss, “But this is my life and you have to respect my decisions, even if you don’t agree.”

You wanted to have the last word so instead of standing by to listen you turned around and left. You didn’t want to end the discussion because you could never win one with Luke.

Maybe he was the one?

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Push (Part 2)

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It was rainy and cold outside now. The leaves on the trees were starting to change colors and fall from the branches above. I loved walking to work on days like this. I loved taking in the smell of the rain and the sound of the leaves crunching underneath my boots. I loved the way the raindrops slid down my see-through umbrella. And best of all, my favorite coffee shop was getting in all their new flavors for the season and I couldn’t wait to grab a cup before I got to the school.

The little bell above the sky blue door rang quietly as I opened it, shaking out my umbrella and smiling at the sweet older couple behind the tall wooden counter. Mr. and Mrs. Hatfield owned the little coffee shop and were always kind enough to remember my order and my name.

“Good morning, Isabella.” Mr. Hatfield said as I approached the counter.

“When will I convince you to call me Izzy, Mr. Hatfield?” I asked him.

“Isabella is too beautiful a name to shorten it.” He grabs a mug and waits for me to tell him what I’d like to drink, while Mrs. Hatfield is already handing me a blueberry scone.

“I’ll do the chai tea latte today.” I smile and start to hand Mrs. Hatfield my money when someone from behind me pushes my hand away to hand her some money.

“Her order is on me.” The familiar voice says a little too closely to my ear. I turn towards him.

“Calum?” I say, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“Morning, Bambi.” He smirks, grabbing a different coffee from the counter and walking towards a table in the corner of the small shop. I’m left there just staring after him.

“Here you are, dear.” Mr. Hatfield hands me my drink but I’m still not sure what to do with myself. What was he doing here? Why this coffee shop of all the coffee shops he could walk into?

“Well…go on dear.” Mrs. Hatfield motions with her head towards Calum’s table.

“What? I mean no…he’s just my boyfriend’s roommate.” I push some hair behind my ear and pick up the small plate from the counter containing my scone.

“That’s not what your eyes said when you saw him.” She motions with her head again, coaxing me to sit with him.

“I just…I um. Okay.” I stumble over my words and slowly make my way over to the table Calum is sitting at. His feet are propped up on the chair in front of him and he’s reading yet another book. This time, it’s the Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. One of my all-time favorites.

“Need something, Bambi?” He doesn’t look up from the book, but I can see the small crinkles next to his eyes forming, meaning he is most definitely smirking behind that book.

“Can I…” I look back at Mrs. Hatfield and she widens her eyes expectantly “Can I sit with you?” I finally get out.

He doesn’t say anything, he only slides his feet off the chair across from him and turns the page of his book. I bite my lip, quickly sitting down on the chair and settling into it. I have no idea what to say to him, or how to say it. Calum smells slightly of cigarette smoke and delightfully woodsy cologne. It was much nicer than I wanted to admit. His white tshirt was tucked into a pair of holey blue jeans and covered by a maroon colored zip up hoodie. The curls on his head looked freshly showered and sticking up in a few places, and he was sort of…beautiful.

“You’re staring again, Bambi.” Calum lowers his book and meets my eyes.

“No I’m not.” I try to take a sip of my drink and almost drop it back down onto the table. He smiles wider and shakes his head a few times.

“What would Michael think if he knew his sweet little girlfriend was ogling his best friend?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I’m just sitting here, Calum. I’m sorry you’re such an egomaniac that even something that simple is apparently all about you.” I stand up from the chair and start gathering my things back together. What a waste of time this was.

“Sit down, Bambi.” He says, laying down the book he was reading on the table.

“No. I have to get to work.” I grab my bag and umbrella and take a few steps towards the door.

“Isabella. Please sit down.” Calum is standing up at the table now, he doesn’t make a move towards me though.

“And what will we talk about, Calum?” I turn back around and slump my shoulders.

“First of all, you can tell me how you manage to survive the elements with that ridiculous umbrella.” His tattooed arms are crossed over his chest as he motions towards the chair for me to sit down. I sigh loudly and walk back to the chair.

“I’ll sit back down on one condition.” I say.

“What’s that?” He slides back into his chair.

“You don’t make fun of my favorite umbrella, ever again.” I smile at him as I sit back down and he laughs lightly.

“Alright then, Bambi. No more umbrella jokes.” His long fingers come up onto the table top and push the small plate with my scone on it back towards me. “Eat up.” He says lowly. It’s like he has a direct line between my legs, and I have no idea why.

Sitting here with him isn’t uncomfortable. It’s strangely comfortable. We talk about the book he was reading. I tell him that I’ve read it dozens of times and he admits the same.  It was hard to imagine him as someone who read so often, but from my small amount of encounters with him, I was wrong. He asked about my job, and I told him about the sweet kids in my class. He told me he was an editor for a very small publisher here in the city. It was also something I didn’t expect but could completely see the more I listened to him talk. He also explained that his normal coffee shop across the street had been turned into some kind of hipster café and he wasn’t about to deal with that every morning. It made me laugh but only because I couldn’t imagine what the odds could possibly be that this would be his new found favorite place to read and drink black coffee.

“I should really go this time.” I said, looking down at the time on my phone. Just as I was about to put it away, it dinged with a text message from Michael.

Morning beautiful girl.

I smiled at the screen before typing a quick reply and putting the phone away. Calum looked up at me as I stood, the smile on his face not really there anymore.

“Did you tell Michael I was here with you?” He asked flatly.

“No. It didn’t come up.” I adjust my coat and look back down at him in his chair.

“Good. Don’t.” He slams his feet back down onto the chair I was sitting in before and picks up his book.

“Alright. See you around, Calum.” I don’t want to say anything else. Something has apparently upset him and I’m not here to push the issue.

When I arrive at the school ten minutes later, Michael is standing out front with a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. His head is covered by a black beanie and he’s wearing an all black hoodie with some of his favorite anime characters on the front of it. I try to control my smile by biting my lip and walking towards him.

“It’s freezing out here, babe. What took you so long?” He smiles, handing me the flowers and holding my wind burnt cheeks in his cold hands.

“It just took a little longer to get coffee this morning, that’s all. What are you doing here Mikey?” I step up closer to him while he continues to hold my face.

“Well…” He presses a sweet kiss to my lip. “These are the first of many more presents you’ll be getting.”

“Presents? Why are you getting my presents?” I laugh lightly.

“Your birthday is on Saturday, love.” Michael says. It hits me like a ton of bricks. I had completely forgotten about my own birthday.

“Wow. I didn’t think I could be anymore scatter brained these days.” I lay my head against his chest and give him one more quick hug.

“We can go out on Saturday if you like? And you can stay at my place?” He kisses my cheek as I start to walk up the steps to the school.

“Sure. That would be great.” I tried to say with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

“Awesome. I think you’ll like your last gift, but I can’t give you that one until we get back to my house Saturday night.” Michael says, his hands gripping a little tighter at my hips. Was he trying to imply something?

“Looking forward to it.” I smile and kiss his cheek. “I should go inside, I’ll call you later.”

“Bye, babe. Have a good day.” He lets go of my hips and begins his way back down the sidewalk.

I’m beginning to wonder if this morning actually happened. It all feels surreal. Seeing Calum in the coffee shop and enjoying his company. Michael showing up outside of the school and basically saying he wanted to have sex Saturday night. And I should most certainly be excited about that part. It’s what I’ve been wanting, for us to go to that next step. But now I felt more…uncertain than I had before.

Distracted would be the word I’d use to describe the rest of the day. There were so many thoughts swimming through my mind. Michael. Calum. And all the confusing feelings that came with them. The thoughts I was having about Calum weren’t right. I shouldn’t be thinking them at all. I was perfectly content with my sweet boyfriend. Right? Of course I am.  A text message ding  from Michael breaks me away from my thoughts as I walk home from work.

Come over? I have a surprise for you.

You already gave me a present today, Mikey.

One more. The doors unlocked, just come in.

Okay.

I took a deep breath and started walking towards Michael’s house instead of my own. It was farther than I’d normally walk but I needed to clear my head on the way there.  I was mostly hoping that once I got there, I wouldn’t see Calum at all, and maybe that would make it easier not think about him. But because I have monumental bad luck, Calum is standing outside on the small front step smoking a cigarette. He’s leaning against the side of the house with his hood over his head.

"Shit.” I whisper to myself as I approach the house.

“Back so soon?” He says as he breathes out the smoke.

“Michael invited me over.” I sigh.

“You don’t seem thrilled.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I am. Of course I am.” I scoff and reach for the door handle, but he wraps his hand around my wrist and stops me.

“Meet me in the kitchen tonight, okay? Around midnight.” He looks very serious as he says the words.

“Why?” I can barely breathe out the word, his hand on my skin is making it too difficult.

“We need to talk.” At that, he lets go of my wrist and steps back, placing the cigarette back in his plump lips.

I felt like I’d had the wind knocked out of me. I wasn’t expecting anything like that from him. I struggle with the door handle for a moment before I walk inside. I hear Calum quietly laugh at my struggle and I can’t help but smile at the sound. Once I’m inside, I slip off my boots and coat and walk back towards Michael’s bedroom. There’s soft music playing inside and I’m not sure if I should knock, but in the mean time, Michael has already opened the door surprising me and making me jump.

“Hey sweetheart. How long have you been standing out here?” He reaches for my hand and I let him take it.

“Just for a second. I was just… thinking.” I try to play off my internal turmoil.

“Well get in here beautiful.” He pulls gently on my hand and I clumsily step into his room.

There are a few candles lit on his desk and bookshelf and another gift bag sitting on the middle of his bed. I feel sick to my stomach.

“You really shouldn’t buy me anymore gifts, Mikey.” My voice shakes. All I can think about is meeting Calum at midnight.

“Come on babe, your birthday’s only once a year.” He leans over the bed and picks up the giftbag, handing it to me with the cutest smile on his face. I smile back and take the tissue paper out of the bag.

Inside the bag is a picture frame with a picture of the two of us from a couple weeks ago. We were in front of one of the big fountains in the middle of the city. Michael’s arm was wrapped around my shoulders and I kissing his cheek. I had almost forgotten we took this picture.

“Thank you, Mikey. This is so sweet. I love it.” I can feel myself getting a little emotional. And not because of how much I like the gift, but because a minute ago I was thinking about my boyfriend’s roommate. I’m a terrible person.

“Aww, don’t cry babe. I’m glad you like it.” He kisses my lips and lets it linger for a moment.

“I really do.” I breathe on his lips. He smiles against my mouth and kisses me again.

It’s just a slow movement of lips at first, and then our tongues start swiping over the other. Michael takes the picture from my hands and sits it down, before backing me up until the backs of my knees hit his bed.

“Do you want to lie down?” He asks, still kissing me.

“Okay.” I need to do this. I need to stop thinking about Calum.

I lay back against Michael’s comforter and he gently lays his body on top of mine, pressing his lips back to mine quickly. One of his hands touches my side and my hip where my shirt has started rising from our movements. It was almost working, I almost forgot completely about Calum and got lost in Michael. But that part of my brain that just can’t seem to stop thinking about Calum and his heavenly smile and perfect skin decided to speak up and I couldn’t keep it up anymore.

“You alright, Izzy?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’m just tired is all.” I run my fingers through his soft hair reassuringly.

“Okay, I’ll get us something to eat. You relax, yeah?” He kisses me once more before getting off the bed and helping me up.

“Thanks, Mikey.” I watch as he smiles over his shoulder at me and walks out of his room. I quickly stand up and wipe at my mouth and eyes. What is wrong with me? Am I going insane?

I happily ate the Chinese food that Michael ordered, but I also couldn’t stop watching the clock on the other side of the room. I shouldn’t go. I shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he has some kind of power over me. But more of me wanted to know what he had to say. I needed to know what he could possibly want from me.

I wasn’t going to go. I was going to stay right where I was and forget about this whole thing completely. I would lay here next to my boyfriend and not go anywhere near his roommate.

But as the red numbers on the clock turned to 12:00 I became restless. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even force my body to turn away from the clock. And when it was 12:05, I couldn’t take it anymore, I quietly got out of Michael’s warm bed, making sure that he was still fast asleep before walking out in just his t-shirt and my underwear. I nervously padded barefoot down the hallway to the kitchen.

The only light on was the extremely dim one above the sink. Calum was standing there with his back to me with only some dark gray sweats draped on his hips. His hands were bracing him against the counter as he took a deep breath and turned around when he heard me come into the room.

“Don’t you own any pajama pants, Bambi?” Calum smirks, melting my insides.

“I didn’t go home after work. Stop looking if it bothers you so much.” Usually, I would move to cover myself, but I didn’t want to anymore.

“I don’t think ‘bother’ is the word I’d use.” He looks down before he takes a few steps towards me.

“Why did you want to talk to me,Calum?” I move over towards the fridge and lean my back against it.

“You can’t like me, Isabella.” He says.

“Like you? What are you talking about?” My eyes are wide.

“I see how you look at me. How you smile at me.  You’re with Mike and I don’t want him getting hurt because you can’t control yourself around me.” There’s a slight teasing in the way he says it, and it makes my blood boil.

“Fuck you, Calum. Don’t take me being friendly with my boyfriend’s roommate as flirting. It’s definitely not. Not even close.” I move away from the fridge. “And another thing, you’re the one always flirting with me. So maybe you should cut that shit out?” The words come out so quickly they’re barely understandable but I’m so angry that I don’t care in the slightest.

“I haven’t been flirting. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” He crosses his arms over his bare chest and looks at me expectantly. I glare at him and move to walk out of the kitchen. “Wait.” He says quickly.

“Honestly, I don’t want to ever talk to you again. We can be civil for Michael’s sake, and that’s it. Otherwise, you can just go fuck yourself.” I start to turn away again.

“Never heard you talk like this, Bambi. It’s kind of hot.” I don’t even have to turn around to know he’s smirking. So proud of his pigheaded comment.

“Really? You literally JUST flirted with me. Are you fucking insane? No, I’m the one who’s insane for coming in here to talk to you.” I’m almost out the door this time when he says my name again.

“Isabella, just wait.” I turn around to see him standing in the middle of the kitchen now.

“What else do you want from me?” I sigh.

“Obviously, no one has ever flirted with you properly, if you thought that was flirting.” He steps towards me and I take another step back until my back is against the wall.

“That’s absurd, Calum.” I try to look away from his eyes, but it’s nearly impossible. They’re dark and warm and oh so easy to get lost in.

“Did you sleep with him?” He asks quietly once he’s only a few inches away from me.

“That’s not any of your business.” I can barely breathe.

“Just answer the question, Isabella.” His hands come up and rest against the wall, trapping me there with very little oxygen reaching my brain.

“No. I didn’t. Not yet.” I manage to look up and see his mouth set into a straight line.

“Why did you meet me in here tonight?” He asks. His face is close to mine I can feel his breaths.

“You asked me to.” I say quickly.

“That’s not good enough.” His bottom lip goes between his teeth as he steps up closer, his hips pressing lightly against mine.  Fuck, where’s the oxygen?

“I wanted to know what you had to say.” I reply again as more of a whisper.

“You know why I think you came in here?” One of his hands comes down from the wall, and I watch as he brings it down close to my thigh. “I think you wanted me to touch you.” He whispers the words in my ear, every inch of my skin blanketing in goosebumps.

The tip of his middle finger touches the skin just above my knee, drawing a small circle before slowly dragging up. I don’t stop him. I should stop him. But I can’t. I want him to touch me.

“Calum…” Is the only word I can get out.

“I think you wanted me to touch you here.” He says lowly, his middle finger pushing up the t-shirt I’m wearing so he can trace it along the band of my underwear. “And here…” He dips his finger just inside the band and slides it across to the front of my body and stops. “Maybe here…” He starts to slide his finger down the front of my underwear.

“Shit…” I say with a shaky breath.

“Goodnight, Bambi.” I can feel him smile against my ear where he’s been whispering as he pulls his hand away and slowly walks out of the kitchen. I can hear his door shut down the hall before I open my eyes and release the longest breath of my life.

“What the fuck…” I use my hand to wipe at the sweat starting to form on my forehead.

What am I doing?

[calumrose]

i think working from home is great like i can just take naps in the middle of the day n watch television while on the computer but everyone has seem to have gotten a lot more angry over emails??? 🥴i ended up ordering falafel n fries!! ooo my favorite villagers i've got are ketchup, merengue and hazel!! and they also happen to be my starter villagers as well i don't think i could ever let them go🥺i'm going for a natural *woodsy* theme but playing and designing is so emotionally draining

who're ur fav villagers? or if you've got a liking for a certain personality type? and that's good to hear! i'm glad u had a good day🥺ooo what colors 👀we love a dyed head of hair!!! yes!!! and also calum🥺i started thinking about when he says "*city name here* lets fuckin dance" and then does the hand movements!!! i know he knows what hes doing when he does that... he has to... then i had that clip of him singing wdyl and in the middle he's like "haha" i just 🥺🥺-🍄

I honestly don’t think I’d cope if I was to work from home, I’d get distracted too easily and just be so unmotivated to do it 😂 I think it’s because it’s easier to be angry through a screen because it’s not an immediate backlash/response even though it doesn’t make it any better 🥴 Oohhh that sounds tasty!! Super cute!! Honestly, designing is draining, I gave up and took a break from it and I’m yet to go back 😂

My favourite villagers are probably Shep, Bones, and Maddie (all dog villagers 😂) I’m not that fussed about personality types but I’ve decided I want all dog villagers so I’ve been hunting for specific ones. I’ve got like 3 spaces left to fill on my island and then I’ve got them 😌 I got blue and purple, got chatting to my best friend tonight and I’m thinking I’m probably gonna go blue first maybe and then when that fades I’ll do purple again as I’ve done it before and loved it 😁

His valentine intro.... holy shit... hold my fucking drink I will scream. It is... so hot?? He’s just so smooth when he’s like “____ let’s fuckin’ dance” like yes bitch let’s motherfucking dance!! Ugh it’s so hot 🥵 And the little finger motions... bitch put those hands away or so help me god... mmm honestly his hands yes... god forgive me for I have sinned 🙏 I’ve got some beef with WDYL honestly 😂 Like I don’t like the song exactly but their voices in it, I can’t fault are bloody gorgeous... Calum’s verse... sends me off!! Ugh it’s so hot when he does his little notes with “can’t even look me in the eye” and “you movin’ different when we makin’ love” LIKE YES KING!!! UGHHH!!

[beforethebraces]

Sixth Times the Charm; (2)

(credit to the original creator who gif'ed this! if this is you, please come forward so I can credit you properly! :)

tw: swearing, carnival booths, stuffed animals, etc.

Summary: Moment 1 created 5 other opportunities for them to meet again which means there’s six different viewpoints for each chance that happened between them. What exactly happened? Is the universe rooting for them to be together? Is it really just a coincidence if it happened more than once? You decide.

Pairing: Calum + Y/N

A/N: thank you so much for reading part 1 and for waiting patiently as I typed and posted this part down! I also didn’t really know if you guys would like it but with the amount of love and support for this mini-series, it makes me feel really happy and I appreciate all of you for giving this a chance! :’) the next 4 moments before the 6th one will suuuck, depending on how you decide to see it so I hope you’ll guys still read this until then, lol. but without further adieu, here’s part 2! :D

also, thank you to @awkwarddezzy for editing this slightly! we all tried our best here lmao.

Key: Y/d/n = your dad’s name

Other parts: part 1

*** carnival worker 

Damn it, I should’ve said no. If I said no, I wouldn’t be working here right now. If I said no, I’d be enjoying my day off, watching movies with my girlfriend or visiting my family doing god knows what. But I had to say yes. My boss wasn't taking no for an answer. I should’ve reported him, but that’s a lot of extra work than I really needed at the moment. Besides, he doesn't have enough workers to fire if he wanted to; he’s understaffed as it is. There’s a part of me that felt bad for being a dick to him, though that sympathy in me vanished the minute he was being an asshole. Whatever, right? I need the money. 

"You really need to smile more, Nio. Are you trying to scare away the customers?” someone mocked. As I glanced towards my right, I saw Leina; my coworker, leaning against the wooden pole as her arms were crossed in front of her, staring at me with an amused grin. “I mean, I think you scared away a little girl with your grouchiness and all she could’ve wanted was a unicorn.” 

“If she wanted to have a unicorn, she’d have to have a really good aim to knock over 3 bottles to win. Besides, Charlie has this." I retorted. Charlie was, in fact, dealing with a young boy and his sister. “Still... be a little more excited. It doesn’t hurt to actually fake a smile.” 

“Alright, fine sunshine. I’ll give you a smile.” Showing her my million dollar grin, she paused and shook her head.

“It looks like you're constipated.” 

Frowning at her choice of words, she then tells me about the families and people she encountered over the evening while we were both working. She kept squealing over the fact that some of the kids were cute and how the couples were cuter. She’s such a girl. “Hey, Antonio-” 

“Jesus Charlie, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Nio? Antonio is weird.” I groaned and rolled my eyes, making Leina giggle as I slyly gave her my middle finger. “Not enough, you nerd. Can you deal with this young boy and his sister? I have to go on a potty break.” 

“Ooh, Stuart won’t like that,” I teased as he too rolled his eyes at me. “Stuart can either let me use the restroom or I’ll piss my pants in front of the customers and make it a low turn-out rate.” 

“Fine, go before I change my mind and send the people my way.” As he rushed towards the two customers to explain the situation, Leina reminded me to be nice. As if I needed that reminder. “Thanks, but I think I can behave myself. Trust me.” Noticing the older girl and her brother come my way, I put on my best smile as the girl returned the gesture. 

“Do I have to pay again since the other guy left?” 

“Not if you haven’t thrown the ball yet.” 

“I didn’t.” 

“Then go right ahead!” I responded as I gave her the ball. Watching her grab it and preparing herself for the throw, she swung her arm back as I watch the ball knock over the bottles. Holy shit. 

“So what prize-” 

“I want the blue bear!” Handing her the small blue bear she won, her brother (who was holding the other bears she accumulated), looked at her in boredom. “Come on Mali, you trying to win the bigger bear is going to take awhile. Can I please put these down and do my own thing?” Watching him complain about their situation made me chuckle as this Mali girl blushed. Noticing the glare she gave her brother, Leina tapped my shoulder. She mouthed the words, ‘innocent schoolgirl crush’, making me shake my head in disapproval. She looked 14: way too young for me. I'm 21. Besides, I have a girlfriend. 

‘Calum, shut up! You’re only 9 but fine! If mom or dad blames me for you getting lost, I will not talk to you for the rest of the month!’ Seeing Calum grin widely as he handed her back her stuffed animals, I made sure he ran off to somewhere safe, laughing at the fact he bumped into a girl who gave him the stink eye at the back of his head. Kids these days. It must feel nice to be young and away from all these responsibilities. 

“Can I switch these 9 bears for the medium sized one?” 

*** 

It has been a total of 34 minutes and Mali was still here, almost winning the grand prize. Charlie came back from the restroom a while ago and decided to let me handle her as he dealt with another family. Mali’s mom had also found her ten minutes after Calum left and to say this girl had a fan is an understatement. 

‘Dad! Look at how many bears she has! Do you think I can be like her?’ I heard a girl ask her father, glancing towards Charlie’s direction. It was the family he was dealing with and it was the same girl Calum bumped into earlier when he left. ‘Of course Y/n! You got this!’ 

Snapping out of my daze, Leina looked at me with concern as I mouthed to her that I was fine. She nodded warily as Mali’s mom shouted in joy! (a/n: no pun intended lmao) “Just 3 more bears darling and you can get the big one!” Spotting Calum a foot away from them with what I assume is his dad, he was glancing at this Y/n girl with curiosity and wonder in his eyes. Shivers go down my spine as if I was supposed to witness this interaction. This should’ve been Leina’s forte; this was her thing anyway. Noting that Y/n threw the ball and only got the top bottle down, Charlie cheered for her in encouragement.

“Why don’t you help her out, Mali? She looks like she really wants that unicorn!” As Mali walked towards the girl and her dad with a shy smile on her face, Calum and his dad marched their way over to his mom as she filled the boys in. “Don’t worry David, Mali just needs about 3 more bears to switch for the medium one and then switch out her other 4 medium bears for the large one. She’s helping the other girl out because she wanted to be nice.” 

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I see Leina with her heart eyes on. 

Oh no. 

“Nio, this is too cute! The boy keeps looking at her!” She whispered quietly, gazing at Calum and Y/n with adoration in her eyes. I had to push her out of her trance before anyone could see her being creepy about it. She didn’t need this right now. “If he could just approach her instead of staring at her, we can actually a witness a cute love story between-” 

“Two kids. I know what you’re going to say, so can you stop creeping on them? This will look weird to other people who are staring at you!” I retaliated as she stuck her tongue at me. Why is she so weird? 

‘Mom, I thought you told us not to talk to strangers!’

“Cal, don’t worry. They seem like good people. Your dad and I are right here making sure nothing happens to her which I doubt.” With everyone watching the exchange between Mali and Y/n, Y/n throws the ball once again. This time, she knocks off 2 out of 3 bottles. 

‘See? You’re getting better! Keep doing that and you’ll eventually knock all of them down!’ Mali encouraged before making her way back in front of me. Handed another quarter in payment, I gave her the ball as Calum and Mali engage in a short conversation. Spotting Y/n glance in our direction out of the corner of my eyes, I also heard Leina squeal, whispering to me about how Y/n was staring at Calum this time and how it was a missed connection. 

“Yes! Two more bears!” 

*** 

Five more minutes have passed and Mali FINALLY won the giant bear she was working hard to get. Thank god. As happy as I am about how her hard work paid off, I was also happy I’d be dealing with someone else once she and her family had left. I asked Charlie to give them the bear and as he did that, I walked over to Y/n and her dad, almost being hit by the ball she flung. “Oh no! I’m sorry!” Y/n yelped, her dad laughing at my expense. How nice of him to do so. Hearing the bottles getting knocked down, I heard her dad yell in excitement. 

“Woo! You did it, baby!” He exclaimed as she looked at me in surprise. Offering her a grin, she told me she wanted the purple unicorn, saying something about how it’s a magic horse with a pointy horn. Not that it surprised me of course. After I handed her prize, I see Mali smiling at her as a sort of congratulations for winning too. Y/n grabbed her dad’s arm and what shocked me was that Calum gave her a thumbs up with a sort of twinkle in his eyes, which made her blush shyly and gaze up her at dad as if she was trying to distract herself from what had happened. With Calum and his family walking away, Y/n stared at the back of his head, smiling before walking away with her dad as well. 

“Adorable kids aren’t they? This is why I love working here sometimes. Seeing the smiles and hope on their face when they win makes my shift worthwhile!” Charlie announced as I groaned and rubbed my head. He's like another Leina, speaking of which- “Do you think they’ll see each other again and say hi to each other and have a cute childhood romance? She looked about his age, maybe a year or two younger. I don’t know about you, but I got goosebumps!” She blurted out as Charlie snorted in agreement. 

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news but even if the carnival is big enough and they’re bound to cross paths again, this is not like the romance novels you read on your spare time! This is real life-” 

“Oh, you’re such a negative Nancy, Nio. Just let me ship people freely without you judging me!” She giggled as Charlie patted my shoulder, alerting me that someone else wants to play. ‘A few more hours until your shift is over Antonio; then you can get away from all this crazy and be with your girlfriend.’ I repeated to myself, wanting nothing more but to be anywhere but here knowing Leina and Charlie are going to be talking about this. I really should’ve said no to Stuart. Fuck him for making me come to work on this weird day.

***

A/N: so you’ve reached the end of part 2! that was a bit of a doozy right? Calum and Y/n didn’t have much interaction (they didn’t even talk!) but it serves a purpose for this one and the next moments so get ready for the subtleties and missed opportunities (stated as such in the summary) lolol. pls leave a review and let me know what you thought or liked so far (ignoring any errors or mistakes you’ve seen)! sCREAM at me if needed to, I don’t mind! xD I just :’) let’s all be a Leina and fangirl together xD

[cal-puddies]

three || ashton irwin

Ashton remembers how it was in the beginning.

The constant hands on and being all over each other.

Neither of you had your heart set on getting married, neither of you had great examples of couples that worked except for your grandparents and you'd both agreed it was a different time.

So after 4 years together the two of you decided you were ready to have a baby. Ashton was definitely ready to be a dad. You'd seen him with Michael’s little girls and you guys had both been there when Luke had his boy. Not to mention, uncle Ash was Cal’s kids favorite. Ash thrived around the kids, it was a no brainer for the two of you.

And then came the fun part. It really didn't take long. The two of you were all about it. You'd both cut out drinking and Ash was home any chance he got.

-baby, can you stop and grab a pregnancy test? I'm late.

Ash still had the text message saved, it was the beginning of solidifying the family. He read it a lot.

He held your hand so tightly as the two of you waited, and he cried from excitement first. He picked you up and spun you around before dropping to his knees to kiss your belly and talk to his growing offspring.

“Baby! How's our baby?!” Ash called coming back in from a few weeks of promoting. You were six months pregnant and he hated leaving, but work called and he knew that.

“He's good Ash.” You say coming around the corner. Ash immediately wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight.

“We’re having a boy?” Ash's eyes lit up so bright.

“Mhmm. And I rescheduled the sonogram so you can be there. It's tomorrow at 10. I hope that's ok.” You shrug.

Ashton is staring at the small bump, one of his large hands resting on it, the other wrapped around the back of your neck. “No, of course.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours. “Baby, yes. It's ok.” He kissed your forehead and then your lips. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too Ash.” You grin.

Ash walked around with the biggest smile on his face for practically the entire 9 months. Even when he got pissed off building the crib and Calum had to come over and help and calm him down, he still smiled. Or when you got a craving, or cranky, he immediately agreed to what you needed and got it for you. He took every bad mood and restless night in stride, because he was getting what he wanted.

He remembers lying in bed and picking baby names with you. You'd agreed on Thomas Jack Irwin. Jack was your father’s name and Ashton remembered going through losing him with you. It was a no brainer, your dad loved Ashton and Ashton loved your dad.

He'd trade the current situation for any of those days in a heartbeat.

He still remembers the way your hand wrapped around his, while you were in labor. And even with his hands, he swore you almost broke his hand. And he remembers the first time Thomas’ fingers had wrapped around one of his. He was in awe that he'd made the tiny human he was holding, and that he was so tiny. He was perfect and healthy.

The next year and a half were full of learning moments. Thomas learning to crawl and walk, sleepless nights, Ashton missing so much from being on tour. He had videos you'd sent him of his curly hair little boy running around chanting “daddy”.

And he remembers the worst day. Well the beginning of a long string of the worst days.

He'd been home less than six hours, had just gotten home from tour. He knew you were tired. Thomas had been running a fever. And you were taking him to the doctor today.

“Ash can you hold him, please? I just need a shower.” Your tired voice pleaded with him.

And yeah, he was exhausted but he sat up and held out his arms, “give him here.”

“Thank you!” You say, kissing him briefly on the lips. “Are you gonna come with us?” You stop in the doorway, looking over at him.

“I showered when I got in, so yeah I can.” He agreed.

The hospital looked so sterile. Everything was bright and smelled of disinfectant. He remembers the feeling in the pit of his stomach when they showed up to the specialist later that day. He remembers holding your hand so tight while Thomas screamed for you both, as he had blood drawn and scans done.

“He's just a baby.” You whispered. Your response to the news.

Acute lymphocytic leukemia. The doctor had said it with little emotion, he sighed heavily as he talked odds.

There was a deafening ringing in Ashton's ears as the doctor described what was wrong with his son. Ashton held your hand, and held his son tight to him at the same time.

Things went downhill quickly. The cancer was already fairly progressed, and it seemed that every treatment made him worse and not better.

Other parents talked about their kids getting out, how they were back for a relapse but the parents were sure they'd go home again. It gave Ashton hope that ended up being false.

The guys visited, without the kids. But they showed solidarity. The wives made dinners for the two of you and no one mentioned anything to you and Ashton, but the rest of the tour was cancelled.

It didn't matter, it was a mere afterthought for both of you.

You both poured your entire focus into getting Thomas better, into hearing the patter of his feet down the hall, being able to watch him grow, sharing in his life.

But it was ripped away.

Ashton remembers buttoning the sleeves of his black shirt. Calum and Luke and Michael all wandered around the house, while the two of you got ready for arguably the hardest day you'd ever have to endure.

2 years with the sweetest baby boy. That's all you'd gotten.

Both of you were struggling with the grief.

Ashton looked in the mirror and cleared his throat. “Where is she?” The tears stung behind his eyes.

“Haven't seen her in awhile.” Cal admitted from the doorway. But they both heard the sob, and it came from Thomas’ room. “Do you want me…?” Cal began.

“No, I'm going.” He asserts. Cal moves out of his way.

He finds you, sitting in the rocking chair, Thomas’ favorite blanket draped in your lap. You look up, and your eyes are bloodshot and you look so sad, Ash can't remember you ever looking so sad and defeated.

“He loved it when you'd rock him to sleep in the chair, and you'd sing to him. We both loved it.” You whispered, looking up at Ashton.

“I know babe.” He held his hand out to you.

“How are we gonna do this Ash? How are we going to get through this?” You whimpered, reaching to hold his hand.

He pulls you to him, wrapping you tight in his arms. “At least we have each other babe.” Was all he could manage before he started crying too.

No one held it together, no one even pretended as you and Ashton had to bury your two year old.

Ashton remembers how you gripped so tightly to him. How you still seemed to need him then.

But now, you looked through him most days, like you didn't see him. You shared a bed but neither of you felt like the other was there.

He remembers the crying and the screaming.

He sort of remembers nights where one of the guys had showed up to the bar and dragged him out, dumping him on the couch at home.

He remembers waking up to you wrapped up, crying uncontrollably. All he wanted was to hold you and cry too, but he couldn't get near you.

And sometimes you'd seek him out and wrap yourself around him and say nothing, and then later it was like he wasn't there.

In the year since it happened you guys had grief counseling and had recently started couples therapy at the suggestion of Michael. You'd been through a tremendous thing in a short amount of time and everyone agreed it put an abnormal strain on your relationship.

Ashton had blamed himself, if he'd been home more, if two pairs of eyes and hands had been with Thomas then maybe it would have been caught sooner.

You'd never blamed him, and you never would. You knew Ashton couldn't help being away, it was his job. And people get sick, neither of you thought or wanted it to be your baby. No one ever does.

Ash had taken to taking his anger and grief out in music, while you did anything to take your mind off of it.

“Hey Ash?” You peeked around the corner of the studio space in the house.

Ash’s eyes quickly found yours. Shocked that you were speaking to him, he was pretty sure you hadn't said more than a word or two since counseling earlier this week, which was the the new norm. “Babe?”

“I think it's time… can you help me pack up his room?”

Ash sat back on his stool after adjusting a cymbal, he'd wanted to do this pretty soon after Thomas had died but you'd screamed and cried and slept on the floor in the room for days on end so he couldn't do anything. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I need to heal babe. I don't think it's helping, having a constant reminder of what's missing. I want us back too. The three of us were so great together, but we don't have that anymore and you said it yourself, at least we have each other.”

Ash nods and crosses the room. “Of course. I'll call Cal so we can get the crib taken apart.” He wraps his arms around you. “I think this is good for both of us babe.”

The guys were taking the crib down as you folded down the clothes in the closet and put them in boxes. Everything halted when you found the outfit he'd come home from the hospital in. You cried and Ashton took it from you and added it to the small pile of things you guys were keeping, his blanket and his favorite stuffed animal were also in the pile.

Once everything was packed, and loaded into Cal's truck, because he said he'd drop everything off so the day wasn't any harder on the two of you than it already had been, he held you both tight, and all three of you cried. “Love you both, if you need anything at all, just call.”

“Thanks Cal.” Ash answered. Cal pulled you in and kissed you quickly on the cheek, and gave Ash another quick hug before leaving. “Wanna have dinner with me? We can order in?”

You and Ash hadn't sat down to a meal together in months, so you agreed. He grabbed beers for both of you and you guys ordered dinner.

“You ever think about having another one?” He asks cupping your chin so you'll look at him.

“Yeah… sometimes. But then, what if they get sick too? I couldn't do this again.”

“The odds are in our favor on this one, baby.” Ash sighs.

“And I wouldn't want to forget about Thomas.” You whisper.

“Hey.” He pulls you into his lap. “We’re never gonna forget him, ok? He was our first baby. He's always gonna be our first baby. I just… I don't want him to be our last, I still want us… I still want you.” Ash kisses you and it's the first time in months, but you relax against him.

“Yeah Ash, let's do it. Let's try again.” You agree.

masterlist ||

pt 2: Six

[calpalirwin]

B.U.B.

Summary: What’s better than your best girl and best mate getting along? Well, nothing really. If you knew the rumors were false, that is. 

A/N: Your favorite mini-series is back with a picture change! Do you like it? Should I change it back? Either way... there’s only one more part I have planned for this. So if you want to see more BUB, feel free to send in your ideas.

Content: BUB shenanigans

Word Count: 1.7k

DISCLAIMER: NOT A poly!5sos fic!!!!

Be sure to catch up on all things B.U.B. here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

And away, and away we go!

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Part 5

“Dude, what are we doing here?” Ashton asked as Calum pulled up in front of an animal shelter.

“You said you wanted my opinion on what you should get Sam, didn’t you?” Calum asked, putting the car in park.

“I didn’t mean a pet, Cal!”

“Look, mate,” Calum said, turning in his seat to look over at his best friend. “Sam and I have been coming to this shelter once a month to volunteer. There’s a dog that came in… I’m gonna say seven or so months ago. Blue. She’s a sweet lil thing. Sam loves her.”

“Well yeah. Sam loves dogs. Her family had their dog, Roe, since Sam was a little kid.”

“She loves this dog as much as Roe. And Blue loves her too. Honestly, Ash, if it wasn’t for Duke, I’d adopt Blue myself for Sam.”

Ashton sighed, rubbing out his face. “Wasn’t really thinking of getting her a dog for Christmas, mate.”

“What were you thinking?”

“This?” Ashton pulled a small box out his pocket and snapped it open.

Calum whistled as he looked at the ring. “Damn, mate. Serious, huh?”

“As a heart attack,” Ashton nodded, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Think she’ll like it?”

“Better ask me to be your best man before she asks me to be the man of honor.”

“Was thinking you could officiate, actually?”

Calum reached over and clapped a hand on Ashton’s shoulder. “Marrying my best friends? Couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather do.”

“Thanks, Cal,” Ashton said, swallowing thickly. It meant more to him than he had words for that the man across from him had accepted Sam the way he did. It almost felt like it was a different lifetime when Calum had screamed at him that Sam wouldn’t matter in a few months. He sniffed and looked out across the parking lot to the shelter. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Can I leave Blue at your house for a few days?”

“Yes!” Calum cheered, pumping his fist in the air in victory.

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“Wait, where’s Blue?” Sam asked, stopping in front of what used to be Blue’s cage and seeing another dog in its place.

Calum shot the worker a glare that dared them to spoil the surprise. “Someone came in a few days ago and adopted her,” the worker gave forth the simplest truth.

Sam sighed, her heart breaking. “I swear if they bring her back after the holidays, I’m gonna be so pissed.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’ll happen,” the worker smiled.

Somehow, that made Sam feel worse. While she had hated seeing Blue in her cage, week after week, and really hoped she had gone to a good home, she had also become attached to Blue. And the thought of never seeing that happy little pitbull had her weeping into Calum’s arms. “Shh, it’s okay, princess. I’m sure Blue went to a good home. She’s probably really happy.”

“But what if they’re mean to her? What if they bring her back? Or worse! What if they love her, and I never see her again?!” she wailed, clutching the bone wrapped in a red ribbon she had brought for her precious pup that she would never get to give her.

“Sam, it’ll be okay,” Calum continued to soothe, rubbing her back. “C’mon, how about I take you back home? Everyone should be over now, so we can all open our presents, and then we can make a fort, and make fun of Luke. Huh? How’s that sound?”

“Okay,” Sam sniffed into his shirt. “Here,” she told the worker, pulling a box of dog bones out of her purse. “These are for all the other dogs.” She gave the box to the worker then turned back to Calum. “I guess Duke can have the bone.”

“I’m sure he’ll love it,” Calum smiled at her, trying to keep his excitement to a minimum so he didn’t spoil the surprise. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

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“Fletch, we- BLUE!” Sam’s greeting turned into a shriek of glee as the black and white pitbull came barreling out of the kitchen at full speed. “What are you doing here, baby?!” She was seated on the floor now while the dog pounced all over her, covering her in happy kisses, Sam’s laughter echoing around the house.

Ashton giggled as he leaned in the archway between the kitchen and living room. “Think she liked her gift, Cal?”

Calum laughed with him, “Oh, yeah. Told ya she would.”

Sam gasped up at the men, reaching out a hand to slap Calum’s leg. “You little!” she continued to gasp. “You knew she was here the whole time?!”

“Cal’s the reason I got her, baby,” Ashton admitted. “Originally I was going to get you something else.”

“Oooo!” Sam’s blue eyes went wide at the idea of another gift. “What were you gonna get me?!”

“Check her collar,” Ashton nodded at Blue, swallowing thickly.

When Sam busied herself with checking Blue’s collar, Ashton sunk silently to his knee behind her and Calum started filming. “Oh!” Sam breathed, her eyes taking in the ring next to Blue’s dog tag. She quickly freed the ring, taking it in the palm of her hand. “Oh, Fletch,” she said, softly, spinning herself around to look at him. Her eyes went wide when she realized he was more or less crouched down next to her, his hazel eyes equally wide and full of hope and love.

With a shaky hand, he took the ring out of her hand. “Samantha Hudson, you have made me happier than I thought possible. Not only have you accepted my world with grace, you’ve woven yourself into it in a way I hope time never undoes. Will you marry me?”

Sam answered by flinging her arms around Ashton’s neck with such force that it knocked him on his back, his arms wrapping around her waist as tears spilled down both their cheeks.

~~~

“So I wanted to ask you guys something,” Ashton started, twiddling nervously with his hands. “Um, you guys already know I asked my little brother to be my best man because Cal’s officiating for us. Not that I would’ve been able to choose between any of you three to be my best man anyway because…” Ashton paused to clear his throat, feeling his eyes water up. “Fuck… um, anyway, I wanted to ask if you guys would be my groomsmen.”

Luke and Mike looked at each other. Their silence made Ashton almost, if not more nervous than trying to ask the question in the first place. “Mate,” Luke finally spoke up, rubbing at his neck.

“It’s not that we’re saying no…” Mike joined.

Ashton stopped breathing.

“Because we’re honored, Ash!” Luke rushed.

“Yeah! I mean, I asked you to be my groomsman back when I married Crystal, so like I’m definitely excited to return the favor. It’s just…”

“We thought Sam was gonna ask us to be her bridesmaids,” Luke concluded.

“You what?” Ashton blinked in stunned confusion.

“You’re not mad are ya, mate?”

“Nah, he’s sad. Look at him, he’s about to cry. Ash, no! It’s not that we don’t want to!”

“I’m not crying cuz you said no!” Ashton sniffed, rubbing his hand hastily at his face. “Fuck, you guys really like her, huh?”

“She’s family, mate.”

“So… do you think she’s gonna ask us to be her bridesmaids?”

Ashton chuckled, smacking both men on their arms. “Fuck off. Seriously, what do you say?”

“If Sam plans to ask us, then no. If not, of course we’ll be your groomsmen.”

“She was planning on asking Crystal and Sierra to be her bridesmaids.”

“What if we’re Sam’s bridesmaids, and the girls are your groomsmen?” Mike threw out the idea.

Ashton pulled a face as he thought it over. “You know… that’s not half bad…”

“What’s not half bad?” Sam asked, taking them all by surprise. She had her hand up against the wall as she balanced to take off her heels, purse slipping down her arm, car keys still dangling in her hand.

“Hey, baby. How was work?”

“Same old, same old. Did they say yes?” She nodded her chin at Luke and Mike as she walked over to them, taking a seat besides Ashton.

“No,” Ashton admitted, taking her hand in his and smiling fondly at her. “My best friends, my brothers, told me no,” he laughed.

Sam frowned, turning her attention to the blondes. “You fuckers told him no?! Oh, this better be good…” Her tongue clicked in her cheek as she crossed her arms, waiting for an answer, while Ashton continued to giggle beside her. “What in the world is so funny about them telling you no?”

“Tell her!” Ashton got out between giggles.

“We only told him no because we thought you were gonna ask us to be your bridesmaids,” Luke fessed up, absentmindedly twirling a blonde curl around his finger.

“Yeah,” Mike nodded. “And then I thought that we could be your bridesmaids, and Crystal and Sierra could be his groomsmen.”

Sam arched an eyebrow, not sure she had heard correctly. “You told Fletch no. A guy who’s like an older brother to you. And you told him no, because you thought I was going to ask you to be my bridesmaids. I’ve known you guys for like half the time you’ve known him! What are you thinking?!”

“We were thinking you’d be excited to ask us to be your bridesmaids…” was the hurt reply.

Sam looked over at Ashton for help. “I… they’re your boys, Fletch. What am I supposed to do here?”

Ashton pressed his lips quickly to hers. “They’re your boys, too. So what do you say? Should we shake up some social standards? I get groomswomen and you get bridesmen?”

Sam looked at Ashton carefully, much like she had in the past before her first “dates” with his friends. Again, she felt like the stakes were being raised, and she didn’t want Ashton to feel even the slightest tinge of feeling like he was being pushed aside by people who were his family long before they were hers. “You are absolutely sure this is what you want?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life.”

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