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froggo-man · 3 months

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What Kept them

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Chapter 1

Going on a trip

This was made multiple years ago, I am actively trying to continue it.

The pictures in this are from Google and I can't find the original photographer. I'm saying this as to not take credit for them.

There will be a lot of cuts since I was lazy with writing back then.

Hope you all enjoy it like the first one.

I will fix a few wordings to fit my new writing style.

(Back then I thought it would be easierif i gave the visuals of the rooms instead of ppl having to worry about both what the room looked like and what their characterlooked like in oke go, so i just looked up the pictures, if you all don't like the pictures then I can cut them out for the next part. )

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I kept all the simple explanations too.

(This is your home)

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I open my eyes slowly, a bright light shining gently warming my (s/c) skin and casting the room in a orange glow.

(I don't have a sunrise version of the room bc I'm getting all these pictures from Google but I'm sure you all have some good imagination)

I sit up from my position on my (f/c)ed bed and stretch, letting the blankets slide down and pool around my waist. Wiping away the remaining bits of drowsiness that hung tight to my eyelids.

I pull the covers off my frame and move to a sitting position at the side of my bed. All that is on my mind has been washed away by the warm sunlight pouring itself into my room, from the large window opposite of my position on the bed, and onto my backside.

'I must of left the curtains open... Oh well'

I thought to myself as I stand and steady myself from my siting position. Walking past the end of my bed and to the far left corner of my room, pull out my drawer and pick an outfit for the day.

(I chose a Gender neutral aesthetic from cottage-core bc it fits me but you all can do as you please, idrc. Also either way you are going to need a bag.)

(No you haven't changed into the clothes yet)

After I picked out something to wear I headed to the bathroom, right next to my room.

Placing the outfit on the counter and slid open the glass door to the shower turning on the water to start a warm stream. After taking of my night clothes, I step into the warm shower and close the glass door so that none of the cold air outside of the shower can enter.

(No shower scene for you))

Time skip

Turning off the water and grabbing the (f/c) towel from off the hanger, I pat myself down a bit then wrap the towel around myself, and stepping out of the shower.

After I'm completely dry and clothed, I brush my teeth then head out into the hallway once more, walking all the way down the hall and down the stairs I find myself at the archway to the kitchen.

There I see a male figure, about 6'2, hazel eyes, short curly black hair that travels to his beard the same consistency as the hair on his head, peach completion shaded Orange from the sunlight. He's wearing a red and black plad flannel shirt with black jeans and black leather boots.

He is standing over the stove with a pan in his hand and two plates staked with pancakes as he moves to plate the pancake he had just completed.

"G'Mornin Brenden," I say, as I head to the cabinet and take out two glasses.

"Morning," Brenden says with a cheerful, deep voice. I walk over to the fridge and take out the milk, I fill one glass with milk while Brenden takes the plates to the table and comes back to grab anything that can be added as toppings (idk what y'all like on your pancakes). I head to the table as Brenden comes back to the table with (You favorite Toppings/ F/T), syrup and butter and his cup now filled with orange juice. We settled down and start eating our breakfast.

"So, how did you sleep?" Brendan asked, popping a cut peace of pancake in his mouth.

"I stayed up most of the night, I'm glad I got any sleep at all" I huff with a laugh, downing half of the milk in my glass

Brendan groaned lightly, "If you had a rough night I would of made waffles instead" he said looking slightly worried.

"Nah, no need for the goods, I'll be fine," I laughed lightly (aka pushing air out the nose bc who laughs now and days).

"Alright," Brenden said smiling slightly swallowing down the rest of his food, "Do you have any plans for today," he says looking up to me.

"I was thinking we could visit my grandma, she called me a week ago asking if I could stop by sometime this month, she was thinking about renovating a few rooms in that big ol' house of hers," I say as I finish my food as well picking up my plate and cup and heading back to the kitchen to clean the used dishes.

Brendan fallows with his used dishes and helps me load them, along with the other discarded dishes left in the sink, into the dish washer, "Sounds fun I guess,"

"Totally," I say, "We can head out now if we want to get there early," I say as more of a suggestion than a statement.

"Can you call her to see if she will allow us to say a few days while we help her? It would be pointless to waist gass traveling back and forth just to renovate some rooms. I can hurry and pack some cloths for like a week," Brenden asked as he pointed a thumb in the direction of upstairs were our rooms are held.

"Sure, I'll give her a call and we can get everything situated," I say wipping my hands off on a towel.

(You called your grangran and she said it was fine for you and your friend to stay over for as long as you both would like, you got packed and loaded into the car now youve driven to a far off village. You and Brenden get to your gran's house anv that's were we will pickup)

(This is Grammy's place) ((I would want to live there))

(This is the Brenden's car, I'm putting yours in the shop for no reason 👀)

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Stepping out of the truck, picking up my duffle bag that I kept in the front with me I head up the walkway to the front gate. Brenden fallowing along with his own duffel bag and both of suitcases.

Ringing the doorbell, we stand on the porch patiently. Seeing the figur of my grandmother getting closer to the door through the window. The moment my grandmother has the door open, she is quick to hug me, "Oh hello, my grand baby," my grandmother says as she hugs me tightly. "It's good to see you, and I see you came with your friend," she lets go of me then raps Brenden in a hug in which he returns.

"Hello Mrs. (Grandma's last name (G/L/N))" Brenden says as I laugh at the image of Brenden, a big burly guy, giving my grandmother, a 5'6 lady. Once they have separated, my grandma thurns to usher us inside.

"Come now, it's quite late, and I expected you both to be here later so I got a room ready for you both," she says heading straight up the stairs, with me following code behind and Brenden, after closing the door, hurrying after us.

My grandma leads us down the hall, around the left corner, and to the far end door, she opens it to reveal a neat set-up.

"Uh, grandma, cans you prepare another room?" I ask softly slightly closing in on myself.

"Why" she asked looking at me with slight consern, the look quickly turning into a stern look, "You two aren't fighting, are you?"

"No! Me and Brenden are cool, it just that we aren't together," I say lightly laughing when her face turned into one of shock and understanding.

"OH, then yeah sure, you should have told me," she steps out of the room and goes tward a room three doors down the hall at the right side. "One of you can stay in here, it's a little smaller, but I'm sure it will do fine,"

"I'll stay in that one, (Y/N) you can have this room," Brenden says as he takes his suitcase to his room after putting mine at the end of the bed.

"Alright, I'll unpack quickly so we can talk about the renovations," I lay my duffel bag across the side of the bed and start to take out my main necessities, placing my laptop on the side drawer and going to the rooms bathroom.

I placed my (f/c) towels on the rack and my toothbrush in the small cup at the side of the sink. Leaving the bathroom I unpack my suitcase into on of the drawers next to the bed.

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After I finished unpacking I go to the sitting area where my grandma is waiting with some sweets and dinks for me and Brenden, as I sit down on one of the seats Brenden comes in and settles down as well.

"Since it's so late I won't have you two do anything, you've been on the road for most of the day so I'll let you rest for today," Grandma says, taking a sip of her plain bitter tea.

"Thanks Mrs.(G/L/N)," Brenden say taking a bite of a strawberry cheesecake tart.

"Oh please call me (grandma's name(G/N)), or grandma like my grand kids does," she said folding got hands over her lap, smiling at him.

Brendan nods, still chewing on the tart.

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(How long is this story? The day continues, you and Brenden get further more settled in and used to the halls and rooms, you all meet in the dining room for dinner then head to your separate rooms to shower and get some shut eye.

Drink some water)

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Chapter 2

Plans for the weekend

This one is shorter

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I slowly open my eyes to the calm light of the morning sun peaking into the room through the curtains. I sit up and grab my phone from off of the side desk and turning it on,

6:43am

It's quite early so I decide to lay back down to sleep. As I'm getting comfortable under the covers once more I hear the slight squeek of the door opening.

A few seconds later there is a weight the appears at the end of the bed, I turn to see what it was, finding my grandma's cat, Gideon.

(These are big house cats)

He struts up to my head and sits himself onto the pillow next to my head, then sits to look me in the eye.

"You want me to feed you, don't you?", I get a purr in return making me sigh.

"Fine," I throw the cover from off of me and hop out of the bed, "why couldn't you have just asked gam-ma, she would give you extra pets" I try to negotiate with Gideon for him to go to My grandmother instead of me, yet the only response I get in return is him hopping off of the bed gracefully and going to wait for me at the door.

Groaning, I trudge out of my room, down the hall to the stair case, and down to the kitchen.

(Think of your own grandma's kitchen I'm sleepy)

I make my way to the bottom cabinet near the entrance, opening it and grabbing one can of soft cat food.

I open the can and dump the goop into Gideon's food tray, taking his water fountain and refilling the purifier. 'Dang spoiled brat' I place the small fountain back next to the food tray.

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(Shower & changed. You in the living room talking about the renovations and all that crap)

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"Oh and I was playing on making the right wings bathroom into just a single room bathroom, and we could have the bathroom at the cross hall be the main bathroom," Grandma rambled on excited to start on the new reservations.

"What if more than one person has to use the bathroom? We might not want to change that one... Plus half the rooms already have bathrooms you don't need more," I spoke blandly, looking at the notes of what she wanted renovated, moved, or thrown out, and scribbled the idea out after she agreed.

#male reader #gn reader #old writing #wattpad #gender nuetral reader #m!reader #gn!reader #female reader #fem!reader #ftm #mtf #magic #froggo writes #reqs open #send asks

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qilwashere · 3 years

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Kenma Kozume

"...Which is why PlayStation is better than Xbox." You conclude your argument to Kenma, your best friend and gaming buddy.

You're both in his room, supposed to be studying but he got bored and decided to start a game of Animal Crossing. You glance over at him to make sure he's listening, and notice that he has, yet again, changed his position to laying with his legs against the wall and his back flat against the floor, holding his new Switch directly in front of his eyes with skinny arms.

“Mhm," he mumbles, not really engaging in conversation but still acknowledging that you're speaking to him. You're used to it though, he's never been the talkative type.

From the computer chair you're sitting in, you scoot slowly across the floor to see what he's so interested in on that tiny screen he stares at for so long. You know he notices you but he does nothing in response, so you climb out of the chair and crawl next to him, mimicking his position and trying to get a good look at his game. He shifts it ever so slightly so that you can see better, and you smile to yourself but quickly cover it up.

"Whatcha doin'?" You ask casually, since although you do occasionally play with him, you're still very clueless about how to really play Animal Crossing, or any game for that matter.

"Catching fish," he mumbles in reply. You stare at the screen and wonder what could be so interesting about casting a line and reeling it back in with the click of a button. He doesn't seem willing to elaborate, so you drop it and just listen to the relaxing music coming from the device.

Before you know it, it's getting dark out and you have to head home. You pack up your bag, organize the very few notes you took at his house and tell him bye. He grunts in response, his eyes glued to the screen. You look down sheepishly and smile at him again before stepping outside of his room, skipping down the stairs and jogging out the door, towards your home.

As soon as you get in your room and flop on your bed, you pull your phone out and see if there are any texts.

New message from: Kenma Kozume

Your heart skips a beat, since he never, ever texts you first unless it's super urgent. Your thumb hovers over the notification, trembling, before you finally press it and read the text:

Kenma: You left your pen

You sigh through your nose, cursing yourself silently for thinking it would be something romantic, or at least a conversation starter.

Y/N: Ah, haha. That's alright, give it to me at school tomorrow

You throw your phone on the bed and bury your head in your pillow. Suddenly your phone pings, and you check it again to find - much to your surprise - a message from Kenma.

Kenma: You could come get it now

You're shocked at that six word phrase, but try to keep yourself civilized whole you carefully type:

Y/N: Well I mean it's getting late... I'd hate to bother you haha

Y/N: Really, I could just get it at school tomorrow

Your heart pounds in your chest. You wait for his response and wonder why you're getting so worked up over this. Your phone flashes again and you lunge for it:

Kenma: Just... Come get it

Kenma: please

You were trying to keep your excitement down but now it all came bubbling up in a loud squeal. You cover your mouth foolishly and think hard about what to say. You obviously can't be too eager, that would make it awkward. You finally decide to reply with:

Y/N: Okay, but only because you said the magic word. Be there in a few

You fist bump the air and throw on your jacket. It's freezing.. You never got a chance to change out of your school clothes, and the leggings aren't doing much to protect you from the cold. Pulling your jacket closer around you, you pick up the pace and jog briskly down the block to Kenma's.

Once you arrive at the front door, you realize his parents are going to question why you're returning to their house so late. Butterflies seem to be running into the walls of your stomach, but they all fade away when...

Kenma opens the door, his blond and black hair messed up and his eyes looking down, refusing to make eye contact.

“H-hey--" you start, but he interrupts you."It's cold out here. You should have something warm on. I'll get you something to wear on your way back." You blush and nod at the gesture, but hope he thinks it's from the cold.

He motions for you to come in, and the breeze blows the door shut behind you. Your hands fidget without you telling them to as you mumble, "So, my pen..." You trail off, looking at your feet.

“It's upstairs."

"Oh. Do you want to bring it down or..."

"No." His face seems to go red but you think you're imagining it.

"I-- Well-- U-um, okay. I can... I can go up and get it if you'd like.."

"Come on." He goes to take your hand but hesitates and pulls his own back, leading the way up the steps.

You follow, dragging your hand along the dark oak banister and skipping the steps. Walking up you feel your fingers scrape over uneven pieces of wood multiple times. Once you reach his room and scan the desk over once or twice, you can't find your pen and wonder if Kenma had just placed it somewhere else.

Out of nowhere he says, "I lied. I don't have your pen." You look straight up and your eyes fix on his, his hazel irises engulfing you, taking you into a world of their own.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not good at expressing my feelings too much or too often but I want you to know I'm here for you, and I care. I know I tend to focus more on a screen than on you but... But I really do love looking at you. I love the way you seem so curious about the things I play, and the way you intertwine your fingers when you're nervous."

He takes a moment to let that sink in, or maybe he was thinking of what to say next.

"I'm sorry for making it seem like I don't enjoy being with you..." He pauses, running his fingers through the black part of his hair and trying to find the right words, "but honestly, knowing that you're right across the room, knowing that you're here for me, it's the best feeling in the world."

You feel yourself go beet red. Your eyes are wide, staring right at him, and as you drown in those bright brown abysses, you know he means it.

"I love you. Don't... I love you, okay? Don't forget."

You nod quickly, fumbling with your words, and try to get out "I love you, too" but just ends up sounding like a series of whines and stutters.

He smiles at you and looks down as he tiptoes over to his closet. He emerges with a thick coat, probably too big for him, let alone you, and tosses it your direction. You catch it easily and struggle to find the armholes. The sleeves are far too long for your arms, and the end is almost long enough for you to trip over. He grins at you again and stands by his door, shifting from foot to foot.

You change your mind, run back and leap into his arms, taking him by surprise. He's shocked for a second but relaxes and hugs back quickly, and you pull away, blushing harder than you thought possible. "Don't forget," he whispers in your ear.

On the walk home, you can't get Kenma Kozume off of your mind. That boy is the only thing you can think about for the whole day. You lay out on your bedsheets for the second time today and pull out your phone again.

New message from: Kenma Kozume

You giggle to yourself and open the text.

Kenma: see you tomorrow

Kenma: Don't-

Y/N: I know, don't forget

Y/N: I... I love you too

Y/N: And don't you forget either

|~Fin~|

Ok this was bad bc it’s my first one pls don’t attack me

#kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x fem!reader #i need serious help

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calumcest · 4 years

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hello i don't have time to answer your messages today bc i have to go watch umbrella academy with my dad now i'm very sorry but i heard soulmate au drabbles & i need them. i miss luke being bitchy so much it's insane (not that i'm not loving all the britpop content but soulmate lashton are my life) okay so i can't decide between 'it's freezing in here' & 'i don't want to talk about it' so please write whatever you want with either of those just please make it soulmate lashton -spoiler twin

omg i hope u enjoyed umbrella academy! also dont worry about it omg no stress get to it when u get to it theres never any pressure from me god knows itd be hypocritical anyway given how terrible i am at responding to messages but i get it no pressure x

Of course, it stands to reason that the first time Clifford goes missing is while Luke’s in London with Ashton.

He’s not even sure how it happens. One minute Clifford’s in Luke’s line of vision, barking happily as he chases a squirrel and then changes his mind and chases his own tail instead, and then Ashton’s calling Luke, making Luke turn around on instinct, only to see Ashton tapping his watch to indicate they need to get going if they’re going to make it to their next interview with the researchers, and when he turns back, Clifford’s gone.

It doesn’t immediately register, because Clifford bounds about like a fucking madman anyway, so Luke just searches the area a little lazily, eyes flicking from tree to bush to path to tree, but when he’s covered about three-quarters of the patch of grass in front of them, he’s frowning, stepping forward as he twists left to right, panic rising in his chest as he realises shit, shit, Clifford’s not there.

“Shit,” he mutters, and looks over to the tree Clifford had been playing near, just in case he’d somehow managed to miss him, but the only dog there is a huge Samoyed ambling lazily around its base.

“Luke,” Ashton calls again, and Luke feels a sudden stab of anger so strong that it makes his vision blur, mixing with the panic to create a hot mixture of fury that tries to claw its way up his throat and onto his tongue. God, if Ashton hadn’t called his name just to tell him they need to leave, this wouldn’t have happened. He couldn’t’ve just fucking said Luke, we need to go like a normal person, could he? No, the fucking narcissist needed Luke to be looking at him, needed to be the centre of Luke’s attention. Fucking hell.

Luke grits his teeth as he jogs past the tree the Samoyed’s sniffing around, not even catching its attention as he passes, and looks wildly around the open, empty space on the other side. There’s a couple walking their Labrador to his left, three children playing football on his right, a mother exasperatedly dragging her screaming child away from a puddle he clearly wants to play in, but no tiny, yappy dog bounding around, chasing birds or squirrels or other dogs.

Shit.

He can’t have lost Clifford. He can’t have. Not in London, especially, thousands and thousands of miles from home and Michael and Calum with only Ashton for company. God, he’d rather be alone, he thinks, as he turns back around and looks back over at the tree a little desperately, like his memory of Clifford trotting around it will make him re-materialise there, somehow. It doesn’t, though, unless Clifford re-materialises as a huge, fluffy white dog, and Luke swears under his breath as his heart hammers in his chest, fists clenching and unclenching at his side as his gaze flits from left to right and back again, hazy around the edges with panic.

He doesn’t even know how to look for a missing dog. Posters, sure, but where? London’s huge, and Clifford could be fucking anywhere by now, full of endless energy and curiosity and an insatiable desire to explore streets he’s never been down before. He’s far too friendly for his own good, too, always yaps at Ashton’s feet in that way that means I want to be picked up right now and by you specifically, fuck the guy who buys me food and toys and cuddles me at night, and a vision of Clifford sat at someone else’s feet at dinner, blinking up at them beseechingly while they shovel chicken into their mouth hits Luke so hard it almost gives him whiplash, makes him swallow back bile.

What’s he going to say to Ashton? I lost my dog in the three seconds I looked away from him? Ashton’s had Spot for years, had Ralph and Evie before her, too, and he’s never lost any of his dogs. Luke’s going to look completely incompetent, fucking hell. It doesn’t matter, though, really, he tells himself - at least, not yet, won’t matter until Clifford’s back with him and safe again.

He takes a deep breath and clenches his fists again, inhales deeply and exhales heavily, trying to let the desire to throttle Ashton leave with the air in his lungs, and then marches stiffly back around the tree, rehearsing what he’s going to say to Ashton. You cunt, Clifford ran away while you were- no, too angry. Clifford’s run awa- no, too matter-of-fact, makes it sound like it’s a common occurrence. I need to find Clifford, maybe? That’s vague enough, isn’t it? Yeah, that’ll do; he can send Ashton off to the interview and let him make their excuses while he combs the park looking for Clifford. After all, it’s Ashton’s fucking fault Clifford’s got lost, isn’t it? The least the fucker can do is come up with an excuse for Luke’s absence.

Luke takes another deep breath, rounds the corner and plays the words over and over again in his head, trying to make sure they’re practiced enough to sound real, eyes searching for Ashton. He spots him waiting by the gate leading out of the park, looking aimlessly around as he stands lazily, shifting from foot to foot, arms at his side, dog between his legs-

Dog between his legs.

Clifford’s right there, nestled happily between Ashton’s legs, gazing aimlessly around the park with his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging. He looks serene, that calm happiness that he usually only gets with Luke, and it makes Luke furious for some reason, makes him jog over to Ashton with an expression that makes Ashton frown at him as soon as he sees him coming.

“What?” Ashton asks, puzzled, brows drawn over hazel eyes. Luke swallows, trying not to think about the way Ashton’s lashes are casting tiny shadows on the smooth skin of his cheekbones. He still wants to throttle him.

“Nothing,” he says tightly, and yanks Clifford’s lead out of Ashton’s hand without so much as a thank you, relief flooding his veins so fast and hard that he barely even notices the way his fingers tingle as they make contact with Ashton’s skin.

“What happened?” Ashton sounds genuinely concerned, like maybe Luke had been mugged while he’d been running wildly around the field - Jesus, Luke thinks, with a tiny grimace; he must have looked fucking insane to Ashton.

“Nothing,” Luke snaps, and winds Clifford’s lead around his hand a few times, making sure he can’t stray further than a foot from Luke’s heels. Clifford glares up at him, like he knows what Luke’s doing and resents him for restricting his freedom, but doesn’t bark about it, which is something.

“Are you okay?” Ashton asks, and his voice is a little softer now, tinged with the sort of gentle concern that Luke only ever hears from Calum to Michael. It makes Luke’s stomach lurch, somehow, the way he associates that tone with Calum and Michael, and he nods curtly, and looks away from Ashton.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Luke says, letting all the anger and frustration leak into his voice to hide the slight edge of fear, and Ashton bites his lip but nods, and steps away.

“Alright,” he says, and that’s it. He doesn’t push, he doesn’t nudge, he doesn’t wheedle, he doesn’t force it out of Luke, he just steps back, steps away, and respects Luke’s space. A wave of guilt washes over Luke at that - it hadn’t really been Ashton’s fault, had it? - but he stares steadfastly ahead of him as he reaches for the gate and pulls it open with a little more force than strictly necessary. Ashton lets him go through first, lets him tug on Clifford’s lead and pull him through too, before walking behind him, closing the gate and falling into step a metre or two away from Luke, giving him the space he needs.

They walk in silence for a while, Ashton ambling alongside Luke as he tries to focus on his ebbing anger, trying to dredge it back to the forefront of his heart so he won’t have to think about the guilt that’s quietly but insistently making a home in it. Loath though he is to admit it to himself, Luke has to concede that it wouldn’t have been Ashton’s fault if Clifford had run away. And it’s not Ashton’s fault that Clifford had run to him instead of Luke, that he’s happy and calm with him in the same way he is with Luke, but it doesn’t stop the tired anger spiking in Luke’s veins a little when he thinks about it, furious at the idea that Clifford could possibly like Ashton. But it’s not Ashton’s fault.

Luke doesn’t say anything, can’t bring himself to apologise for his bad mood and his unwarranted snappiness, but by the time they arrive at the interview, still not having spoken a word, he realises that the gap between himself and Ashton has narrowed to all of a few centimetres, his hand brushing against Ashton’s every so often as they walk, and he can’t remember whether it had been him or Ashton who had closed the gap.

(It doesn’t really matter, though, he realises with a jolt, because either way, he’d allowed it to happen.)

#lashton #soulmate au #is that my tag for it #no idea but it is now #drabbles #spoiler twin #again this is like a full on fic in its own right but we know what im like #Anonymous #helen answers

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