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mermaidcashton · 4 years

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if i knew you were comin’

author: claire (@mermaidcashton) ship/AU: ashton irwin/reader, baker AU prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.” wordcount: 3344 warnings: swearing a/n: • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (in which we all chose from a list of AU’s and had the above prompt quote to include - check out the masterlist linked to see everyone elses!) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘if i knew you were comin' i'd've baked a cake’ by eileen barton if i knew you were comin’ ***

It would have been a real cliché had it been pouring with rain, the first time you saw him. If an unexpected thunderstorm in June had sent you into the little hipster bakery by necessity, a beacon of shelter in the form of a black & white sign that said ‘Dagger & Snake Bakehouse’. As it was, you were simply hungry in the rich sunshine, miles from home, and a sucker for bagels. That wasn’t very rom-com, really.

The cliché came in when you saw him for the first time; laugh bright on his face, flour in his pillar box red hair. You felt every love-at-first-sight trope possible in that moment; brass band playing, lightning striking, arrows piercing.

But it was raining now - slowly but with determination from the grey September sky - and you felt it, still.

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The old fashioned bell above the heavy door rang out as you pushed your way into the bakery, immediately feeling enveloped in warmth. You shook off the excess water pooling on your umbrella out of the open door before you let it close as gently as possible behind you, spinning back around to assess the scene before you.

The shop was an assault on the senses every time you visited; the smell of 50 different baked goods intermingling and somehow achieving a harmony in your nose, the sound of the eclectic playlist they kept adding to filling the shop, and the assault on the eyes came in the form of bright hanging lights, extensive art on the walls, and the staff themselves.

“Hello, you! Get in here; it’s horrible out there!”

You smiled widely, genuinely, at the greeting. “Hey, Calum! How are you?” You replied, stepping up to the counter. Calum ran his hand over his very short blonde hair with a smile that you were sure accounted for at least 25% of their sales. Not that you’d know; only one of the co-owners kept you spending more than you could really afford on focaccia bread, and he was nowhere to be seen.

“Can’t complain, real-well, actually, I can,” Calum changed his mind mid-sentence, face growing indignant. “Ash went to drop the banking off at Natwest 30 minutes ago, and Luke was due 5 minutes before you walked in, and I’m dying for a piss, and I-” The bell above the door shook like a hurricane had just come through the door, and in the form of a 6’2” blonde streak of limbs, it kind of had. “Sorry, sorry, I’m he-woah!” Luke skidded across the shiny white floor on his damp black Converse, windmilling his long arms until he caught one of only three tables in the place, and brought himself to a jolting stop.

Calum rolled his eyes. “This fucken’ guy.” He muttered, but you could see the fondness painted all over his golden brown face. “Luke, I need to pee; look after our best customer for me!” Calum bolted out from behind the counter, showing off his black tank top and pinstriped trousers as he pulled his black branded apron off on his way to the door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’ across the shop. You could hear his Doc Martens squeaking on the tiles as he disappeared through the door and Luke took his place behind the counter, chucking his backpack through the archway that attached the shop to the bakery’s kitchen. “Ooh, Ashton won’t like finding your backpack in his kitchen when he gets back!” You tease, leaning onto the ledge that separates you from Luke. The absent baker was very particular about his immaculate commercial kitchen and everything in it, and you knew something would definitely be said about the fact that Luke’s wet backpack was now lying on the floor by the ovens. Calum had once told you about a time he had simply moved Ashton’s sourdough starter across the kitchen, and the incident that had followed (and lasted for three days). “Ooh, won’t he!” Luke cooed, tying his own D&S Bakehouse apron with a messy bow on his stomach. “You’d know, being our resident Ashton expert and all.” You felt the flush begin to bloom on your cheeks before you saw it reflected in Luke’s stupid stainless steel coffee machine. You stuck your chin out as defiantly as possible. “I don’t know what that means, and I also don’t care. I’d like a Flat White, please, barista!” Luke clutched his chest with a large hand, gasping dramatically. “So harsh! My own job title! You missed ‘Retail Assistant’ and ‘Shop Hunk’, but I’ll forgive you because I know you’re having Ashton withdrawals right now. Haven’t seen you since last week, kiddo!” Opting to ignore his needling about the Ashton situation, you set your own backpack on the floor as you let out a sigh. “Yeah, it’s been a bit chaotic this week. But I said I’d try and come by today, and I can’t live without Calum’s doughnuts much longer, so here I am.” “Yeah, that’s definitely what you can’t live without.” Luke snorted, filling the portafilter with coffee grounds. The staff door swung open before you could respond, Calum sailing back into the bakery. “Does he come with an off switch?” You groaned, shaking your head at the bottle blonde as he laughed and groaned with you. “God, if he did, I’d use it so often he’d never be ‘on’.” “You love me, they love me, everybody loves me!” Luke sang at volume as the coffee machine began to grind and whir. Calum rolled his eyes as he shut the door to the counter. “The girls from the high school down the street love you, I’ll give you that, but that’s about it.” “The boys, too.” Luke wiggled his eyebrows at you ridiculously, tapping the used coffee grounds into the bin with a flourish. You couldn’t help but giggle; you’d grown so fond of Luke and Calum in the three months you’d been visiting the bakery that you considered them friends. And as you started examining the case in front of you, filled with the most delicious looking cakes, pastries and doughnuts you’d ever seen, you thought that surely friends with access to coffee and baked goods were the best friends to have. “What are you thinking, love?” Calum asked, watching your eyes flick between peanut butter brownies and cinnamon rolls. “I don’t know; everything always looks so good!” You whined. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something sweet, though.” “I’m right here, baby!” Luke trilled as he placed a steaming cup on the counter, looking very pleased with himself. “Do I need to tell Michael about this flirty behaviour, Luke?” Calum teased. Luke shrugged, completely nonplussed. “If you want. He’s so hot when he gets jealous.” Calum rolled his eyes again as he made his way into the kitchen. “Luke, move your backpack before Ash gets back unless you want to get bollocked!” He called over his shoulder. “Uh oh, too late.” Luke groaned, looking past you through the glass of the shop front, moments before the shop bell sounded out for a third time. You would definitely play it cool and not turn around if it was anyone but Ashton; you swear, this man is actually magnetic. The Hall & Oates’ song coming from the speakers seems to slow down as he comes into your line of sight, like in every movie you’ve ever seen with a leading man half as gorgeous as this one. Ashton was wearing his signature black boots and ripped jeans, with a white tank top and the leather jacket that you were sure would smell just like him; flour, grapefruit, sandalwood and whatever he used to put his hair into any of the styles that drove you so crazy. Today he had that one styled curl falling onto his face, and right now it was soaked and sending a trail of water down to drop from his chiseled jaw. “You took your time, bread boy.” Calum called from the kitchen, doing Luke a solid of hiding his backpack underneath the furthermost kitchen counter as he did. Ashton huffed out half a laugh, running both hands through his wet hair and bending forward to shake it off as much as he could. “I don’t even only bake bread! Why do you insist on calling me that? Especially in front of my favourite customer.” Despite knowing that you were currently the only customer in the bakery, your brain immediately began questioning whether or not he was referring to you. Then, he straightened up with his arms high, hands slicking his red hair back, and looked straight at you with unwavering eye contact. “Hey.” That one word, combined with those eyes and him looking like he was in 2020’s answer to a Whitesnake video dragged your heart straight into your throat. “Hey.” You echoed, hoping you were imagining the slightly breathless quality to your voice. Ashton’s serious-supermodel face broke into his brightest smile - seemingly just for you - before he began to stride past you to head behind the counter, shrugging his wet jacket off as he went. “I see you’re sorted with a drink; what have you chosen to eat? Or is this a flying visit?” “I was just doing my usual, actually.” You replied, dragging your eyes away from the tattoos on his arms to glance back down at the many glass cases of treats. “Struggling to decide?” Ashton teased lightly, tying his apron strings into a bow at his waist. You giggled, feeling inordinately pleased that he knew exactly what you meant. “Well, my lattices should be cool by now. Cal?” Ashton called into the kitchen, where the sound of stand mixers could now be heard. You hadn’t even noticed Calum leaving the shop to bake in the back. As you realised Luke was also nowhere to be seen, the assistants’ head appeared from the side of the archway. “Calum says he is a very busy man and he thought you had things under control out here.” You frowned slightly, not understanding the inflection the blonde had put on ‘under control’. Must be a private joke; one that made Ashton steadily flush down his neck. “Shut up, Luke! I just want the top tray on the cooling rack by the main pantry, please.” Luke tapped his head with two fingers in an ‘aye aye, Captain’ gesture and momentarily vanished from view. Ashton cleared his throat, directing his words back to you. “I thought you said you were going to try and come by today. I made Cherry & Custard Lattices earlier; you love cherry, right?” You didn’t know what to say, so opted to just stare back at Ashton in surprise until you saw doubt in his eyes. “Yes! I did, say that, and I do - love cherry. You remembered that?” The smile on your face felt like it was spread impossibly wide, over your cheeks and beyond. “Of course! I’m glad you’re here, actually…” “Here you go!” Luke said, sounding almost gleeful as he put the tray of pastries on the worktop behind Ashton. Normally, you would expect Luke to arrange them in a space in one of the cabinets and carefully handwrite a little sign for them, but not today, apparently. He was already taking strides back to the kitchen to help Calum, throwing you both a look over his shoulder that was definitely cheeky. “Go get ‘em, tiger!” Ashton went so unbelievably red that it made his flush from before look like his natural skin tone. For lack of something to do with yourself in a confusing, slightly awkward situation that you didn’t fully understand, you picked up the coffee Luke had made for you and took a small sip. Ashton took a breath and seemed to steel himself for something. “I’ve got something to ask you.” He cocked his head slightly to one side before taking a slightly wistful tone. “Do you remember the day we met?” *** You looked up at the stark sign above the world’s most appetising window display. ‘Dagger & Snake Bakehouse’. It was a little after your usual lunchtime and you were starving. You’d never been to this place before, but you could see slices of puff pastry topped with everything you could imagine; asparagus, pesto, goats cheese, tomatoes, bacon, mushrooms - all topped with melted cheese, so that was that. You made your way through the glossy black door into the bakery, and were struck by how cool it looked inside. The main walls were exposed brick painted white, covered with a broad range of paintings, posters, sketches, photographs and signs. Black boards covered in white chalk writing detailing baked goods and hot drinks, opening hours and little doodles. Shelves with all manner of trinkets and decorations adorned any parts of the walls that there wasn’t something else. Sleek white tiles covered the floor, counters and the walls leading off to the restrooms and a door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’. There were ferns and succulents dotted around the place, and recycled glass bottles on a few black cafe tables with a single red rose in each. There were cases and displays of every kind of baked good you could imagine at the counter, running along the windows, and high above the worktops behind the counter. Stevie Wonder segued into Fleetwood Mac over the speakers in the corners,audible above the babble of noise of the customers already in the bakery. A couple at the farthest table were tucking into big slices of two of the most incredible looking cakes you had ever seen in your life. At the till, a girl with a high ponytail and tiny denim shorts was taking a branded pastry box from a tall, skinny-but-somehow-broad guy. Another man with a black hat pulled low on his head brushed his fluffy blonde hair out of his eyes where he sat at one of the tables opposite the counter. He shot the staff member a beaming smile and a thumbs up, then returned his attention to the laptop open on his table. You eagerly made your way forward as the girl with the ponytail began to exit the shop. “Hi! I’m Luke, welcome to Dagger & Snake Bakehouse. What can I get for you?” The worker - Luke - greeted you enthusiastically with a toothy smile. His smile faltered slightly when you asked for an iced coffee to go with your lunch, but before you could think about it, he sprang into action as a second man appeared from an archway beside him, mid laugh. You divert your attention to the newcomer and your heart skips way more than a beat. He was, without question, the most beautiful human you had ever seen in your life. He was tall - though not as tall as Luke, but twice as broad. The muscles in his arms bulged through his t-shirt, and you could see tattoos on his arms and wrists. His hair was in a perfect quiff, and the brightest shade of red you could imagine. You noticed what appeared to be flour speckled across the top of it, and melted slightly more. His face was a set of perfect, sharp angles contrasting with the soft dimples in his cheeks as he laughed. You had never been so aware of every molecule of your own body. You felt tingly and numb and on high alert all at once. The urge to lick your lips was suddenly overwhelming. “How are you getting on, Luke? Did I hear an iced coffee order over Calum’s shenanigans back there?” His voice was like hearing a song on the radio that you haven’t heard in ages but always loved. Luke shook his head and played it cool, whilst the love of your life turned to you with a warm smile. “It’s Luke’s first day! Go easy on him. How is he doing?” “Ashton! I know exactly what I am doing!” Luke sniffed, opening a cabinet door that turns out to be a freezer drawer and scooping ice with confidence. Ashton giggled again and held his hands up in surrender, shooting you another smile before heading around Luke and out onto the bakery floor. You unconsciously followed him with your eyes, across the room to the window cabinets where he began making adjustments to the display. He had to bend and lean to reach the very front, and after allowing yourself a few seconds to stare at his ass in tight, black jeans, you came to your senses and reluctantly diverted your eyes back to the counter. Luke leant conspiratorially towards the counter and you unconsciously mirrored his movement before he began to whisper to you. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing.” He laughed as he straightened back up and steadied the coffee cup in his hand before continuing in an airy, cheerful voice. “I almost never do!” “I’m sure it’ll be great, don’t worry!” You reassured, casting an eye over the blender Luke was working with now. You were sure it would be. Probably. Your eyes traced the white printed branding that adorned the apron on Luke’s chest; a traditional tattoo style dagger and snake. “Why Dagger & Snake?” “Oh, that’s a question for one of the bossmen! Ashton!” Luke called across the shop. “Yeah?” You jumped at the voice that came from right behind you, spinning around and coming face to face with Ashton wiping his hands on his apron. “Sorry!” Ashton apologised. “I didn’t mean to scare you!” A soft, genuine smile played on his lips as you took in just how hazel his eyes were. You felt like you’d just walked up a flight of 200 stairs. “The lady would like to know why you and Cal named this place Dagger & Snake Bakehouse. Oh, balls.” Something hit the floor behind you, but you paid it no mind as Ashton’s face lit up. “They go together, to mean a bunch of stuff, right? Kept seeing them at tattoo shops, together. They can symbolise healing, the Roman god of luck, good vs evil; loads of cool stuff. But always together; that’s me and Cal - Calum, my best friend, we own this place, 50/50. He got the dagger, I got the snake. Brothers, forever.” Ashton talked with such conviction, and pulled his t-shirt sleeve with enthusiasm as he held his arm out to you, showing you a stark black tattoo of a snake. “That’s so sweet.” You breathed out, without really thinking about it. He looked at you like he hadn’t expected that adjective, but like he was turning it over in his mind. “And cool!” you added, nodding slightly. “You think so?” Ashton smiled, pulling his sleeve back down, looking quietly pleased. You let a few seconds tick by in silence, looking into his eyes to see what you could see. It looked like the whole world. “Yeah, I do.”

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“Um...I think so, yes.” You thought you were just about straddling the line between casual and so-nervous-you-could-honestly-throw-up-a-little. “I wanted to ask you this that day, but I thought I’d sound so creepy, and unprofessional, and I didn’t want you to think I was a freak, or that I did this all the time, but-” Unless you were projecting, Ashton looked as nervous as you felt. “Ashton, point! Get there!” Luke yelled gleefully from the kitchen, followed immediately by a sound that you were fairly certain was Calum smacking him upside the head. The yelp of ‘Ow!’ that followed it seemed to confirm your suspicions. Ashton faltered slightly, looking embarrassed and mumbling something about ‘idiot’ and ‘fired’. “Ashton.” You reached out your hand and placed it on his where he was nervously drumming on the counter again before you even thought about it. You weren’t sure which of you was more surprised at your involuntary action. Ashton raised his eyes back to you, peering at you with hope in his hazel eyes.“You think I could get your number? Take you out sometime?” You allowed yourself to smile, widely, genuinely, as you knew just how to answer. “Yeah, I do.” *** masterlist for the 5sos ficwriters collab • my masterlist

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arsonist-chicken · 3 years

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Lockdown Tag game; I got tagged by @we-are-not-amoosed thank you! I keep forgetting you know I exist, also I hope you had fun being drunk at midnight on a Tuesday hjhjhj.

First of all, a big FUCK YOU to tumblr, because I was at the LAST QUESTION and opened ONE NEW TAB to look up the word windmill, and when I went back to tumblr, my post was GONE, so here we go again. If an answer seems short of half-answered, it’s because I didn’t feel like typing everything again.

Are you staying home from work or school?

HA. Yes. Love that for me. Not at all. My university opened for 1 1/2 weeks in March 2020, then for another 4 weeks in November, and it has been closed ever since. I’m in my dormitory in the town I study in, not home home at my parents’ place though, because that would Not end well. The internet connection sucks though, that’s really annoying with distance learning. When I go into The City for A Thing, I usually cycle past my department and it makes we Yearn to go back in there, which is a thing I didn’t think would ever happen, but one pandemic later and suddenly everyone would kill for the change to go back to work/school in person, wouldn’t we?

If you’re staying home who is there with you?

I live in a dormitory, so technically, there’s a lot of other people there, but I don’t really talk to any of them except for when we meet in the hallways or the kitchen or wherever, so really it’s just me, the stuffed animal my friend got me last year because I kept whining that I didn’t have a cat like her at her boyfriend’s place where she basically lives now, and the birds who come to eat from the bird house I put on my balcony.

If it makes you feel any better @we-are-not-amoosed, not that I think it will but hey, who knows, my twin sister is moving out in December, so I will be the only child at home with my parents during summer/Christmas/Easter break, which will be Not Fun. I’ll take another 1 ½ years for my degree, and another 2 if I do a master’s, so that’s about... 1-3/4 years I’ll be alone with my parents while my perfect sister gets to move out and move on and live Adult Life fully respected as an Adult working with renewable energy, as opposed to the Disappointment who takes 5 years for a 3 year degree in a field that’s hard to find employment in and never Does Stuff like my mother wants me to Do Stuff.

Are you a homebody?

I’m with @we-are-not-amoosed there, I didn’t know what that meant, but Pons says “Stubenhocker”. A bit I guess? I’m definitely fine being home by myself if I’m unbothered there (read: not at my parents’ when they are home) and I do need time by myself to recharge. But probably like everyone else, I crave and enjoy social contact a ton more than Before. I meet a friend fairly often (aka the only friend still here instead of home for distance learning), and today we worked together (handing out flyers which idk why the company pays us to hand them out, like 95% of them get thrown away immediately, but hey, we’re getting paid 🤷) and then went to sit by the river, and there were SO MANY people there, it was not *entirely* corona-compliant (but outside with town-typical wind, so it’s fine I think, with my non-existent knowledge about spreading of viruses and such), but honestly? I just couldn’t be bothered to care in that moment: it was warm and sunny, I was there with a very close friend, people were laughing and dancing to good music, it was just so GOOD to be there, almost as if Corona didn’t exist. The police even drove by like they always do to check for people smoking weed and didn’t say anything like usual, so hey. It was just so good, okay? So, homebody? Within reason, I guess, but less than Before, probably.

An event you were looking forward to that eventually got cancelled?

Oh boy, SO MANY. The one I’m most bitter about was a very prestigious international interpreting event, that would have involved me interpreting in the actual European Parliament building in Strasbourg. But there was also a festival week with my best friend I was looking forward to, maybe even a second festival with another friend, my company’s ten year anniversary party, etc. And Prides! I came out to my family in 2019, and was like “Yay, I can finally go to Prides now!” but well 🤷

DUDE SO MANY ARE YOU KIDDING ME

CONCERTS: 5SOS (I SHOULD HAVE heard “Old Me” in a crowd full of other people getting nostalgic for their past selves, but NO), Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Rock im Park aka GREEN DAY AND RISE AGAINST (I have been trying to see Rise Against for YEARS and ALWAYS something gets in the way!), one or two small local artists.

ERASMUS: I should have gone to Russia for a semester to improve my not-too-great speaking skills but Corona said FUCK YOU you will study ALONE and LONELY in your ROOM like a child on TIMEOUT

PRIDE: none in particular, just generally it would have been nice to go, maybe even with a friend to the one in Vienna

Also just general stuff like birthdays and get-togethers with friends, and my club’s annual get-together was cancelled too, and it would have been my friend, sister and my’s 10-year-anniversary, so that sucked to get cancelled.

What movies have you watched recently?

Movies? Pfuh, I don’t know, I’m not really into movies anymore, tbh. TV-series and games are more my jam.

Descendants 1 +2, I finally watched those after I read so much fanfiction that I knew the plot without having watched a single scene that isn’t a music video that youtube kept showing me. They’re nice enough, if you overlook the fact that they make a 16-year-old king while there’s still perfectly capable adults but whatever, there’s a lot of cute moments (Carlos and Jane omg) and a lot of funny ones (UMA. Is HILARIOUS), the music kind of slaps ngl, and arguably Mal + Evie are queer and in love. I still want to watch the third soon, and rewatch The Hunger Games since it showed up on my dash recently.

What shows are you watching?

Rewatching Julie and the Phantoms forever until the end of time (or until season 2 comes out @netflix, and I started Brooklyn 99 again for background noise/low-energy background watching. A friend recommended Ginny & Georgia and it’s okay enough, but it’s written in a way that makes you want to keep watching because there’s just such whack stuff happening that you want it explained; it’s 1h episodes though, that’s a bit hard on my attention span. I want to rewatch FMA:B some time, too.

What are you reading?

@we-are-not-amoosed said “tumblr posts and the texts I translate at work” and if that isn’t a Mood. I’d love to read more, but my attention span is shit and my reading comprehension even worse. I *am* reading “Explain to me like I’m 5” atm which explains stuff easily, like, well, you’re 5 years old, so you’d think a 23-year-old could understand, no? No. I read it, I vaguely understand some stuff, I close the book, and it’s G-O-N-E, not a single thing left. Literally the only thing I remember – and this is why I had to re-write ^^^all that because I needed to look up the English word for Windräder, if that’s even what they’re called in German but whatever I’m tired – is that insects and birds die a LOT in windmills when they get too close and get sucked in and can’t escape anymore, which is one of the reasons windmills aren’t as environmentally friendly as we thought when we built them. Anyhow, I’d love to read more, but idk, there are a lot of posts on here, some I’ve reblogged, that are like.. something something reading fanfiction is easier because you already know the characters and universe something something less mental energy something something idk. Yeah I mostly read fanfiction these days. I hope I’ll get back to reading books sometime soon-ish, I have a long list.

What are you doing for self-care?

Hm. I meet my friend I mentioned above pretty regularly, and I have a notebook that I write stuff in that was nice or made me happy when that happened (like today: working with my friend and then sitting among people by the river in the sun with said friend). I’m getting a tattoo next week (3 cat paws + 1 dog paw = technically my two cats and my late cat and dog, but well, two of them are dead, so I asked two friends for a paw print of their cat and dog, so I’ll always have those two with me, too). I try to make a to-do-list each day, but I rarely stick to it. I apply eyeshadow and body glitter if I want to, I dye my hair bright colors (think pink, purple, blue, red, maybe orange next). I always have chocolate in my room meaning I stopped depriving myself of food I like/food in general because it’s “healthier”/”I need to lose weight” etc. all that you know all those great reasons. I went to a doctor about my knee and it ended up being useless but I went, so.

I also went to see a therapist but she is very useless, like “ended our first session telling me well she doesn’t know how to help me/if she can help me at all/if therapy would even help me” kind of useless; I’ll go again next week and see if that changes or if next week will be the last week and I’ll go back to Dealing Like Before, which is not great but whatever. I’ve lived until 23 without therapy, surely I can keep doing it. Therapy’s expensive if it’s not covered (which this doctor IS which is why I went to her but it’s still a waste of time) and if it’s not gonna work/not gonna help me apparently or if there’s nothing actually wrong OR that therapist is just like, bad at her job, what’s the point of going yk?

Uggggh, I hope the swimming pools and Zumba class will be open again soon, Zumba (also with said friend) is AMAZING, easy fun exercise you don’t need any knowledge or skill for and you can hang out with your friend by the street after for an hour and say goodbye five times and then remember one more thing you wanted to actually still mention and stand there for another 20 minutes hjhjhj. Best times, truly.

Idk this is probably not self-care but I got a small job working with Austrian German and it gnetflix the chance to save up a bit and add it to my resume and also hopefully get my mother to shut up about my non-existent job prospects for a bit, so that’s kind of helping in making me feel a bit more like I’m Being An Adult (also because it means I have to learn how to change my insurance and finance department stuff now, yey).

Tagging: @languages-and-else @psychicbouquetblaze-stuff @the-real-daddy-van-der-bellen @sunsetcurveofficial if you feel like doing it, also sorry @we-are-not-amoosed it became such a rambled long answe on almost everything hjhjhj

#tag games #me talks #covid-19 #swearing #It’s a post about corona there Must be swearing

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maluminspace · 4 years

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Genre: Angst/Vampire

Pairings: Luke/Hemmings Reader (kind of)

Word Count: 2.8k

Written for: 5sos fic event

Prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

Event Masterlist

Trigger warnings: Strong language, references to vampirism and death, fighting, violence, blood, kidnapping

A/N: I was only gonna write one fic for this event but I saw that this au was left on our list and I got this idea for it. Thank you to @mermaidcashton for helping me with the plot and @h0tsos for hyping me up for it. I hope you all enjoy it. I’m fully aware that I’m an evil bitch for leaving this in the place I decided to end it. If you enjoy it, though, I might do a sequel...

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It’d finally stopped raining; at least you had one thing to be thankful for tonight. The constant barrage of storms sweeping over the city from the nearby coast had made your already difficult job even harder over the past few nights. It was a relief, to say the least, that you were able walk the streets more freely, without your vision being compromised by an unyielding sheet of rain.

Unfortunately, the newly clear skies not only made your work a little easier - it also helped out your enemies. Not that the rain had ever stopped them from hunting, of course. They were like feral cats, stalking their prey and striking them down with ease regardless of the weather. The lack of rain meant that more people were out tonight, though, meaning that the group you’ve been following will no doubt find it much easier to find and corner their perceived foes.

You know that it won’t be long until they arrive. You’ve been studying them for weeks now; you know their style and their preferred hunting grounds. This particular alleyway behind a row of busy bars on Main Street was always on their hit list, particularly on weekends. It always plays host to every vampire’s favourite kind of prey; drunken youngsters, homeless people and hookers.

Taking your place beneath the rusting old fire escape of a tiny Chinese takeaway restaurant, you position yourself in the best spot to clearly see as much of the street and the alleyway as possible.

Life goes on around you as you wait. Dozens of people bustle by mere feet from you, unaware of your presence. Loud music and drunken laughter fill the air above the busy street and you simply build up a wall in your mind, trying to focus on the job at hand.

Just as you expected, your wait doesn’t last long at all. It can’t have been more than a half hour since you took your little hiding spot, when Luke Hemmings and his cronies turn the corner onto Main Street.

They blend in well, of course. Years of practice has taught them how to hide perfectly in plain sight. They could be any old group of friends, just four young men making their way home or to the next bar. They receive little to no attention from the crowds in the street, save for the odd person that stares at them lustfully before whispering to their friends about how good looking they are.

Luke and the others pay no attention to anyone or anything around them. All four of them appear calm and focused, just like they always do.

Despite the fact that they’re the enemy, you can’t help but be a little impressed. They certainly make for intriguing subjects. Luke is tall, effortlessly radiating a sense of importance. His dress sense undoubtedly helps give strength to that nameless confidence. From the shaggy, caramel coloured curls atop his head, all the way down to his shiny black boots, every inch of his 6ft2inch frame screamed fashion. That was perfect for city living, of course. He looked like any other 20 something trying to make his way in life and have as much fun as possible as he does so. You can’t help but watch him for a moment. The way he curls his lip slightly in response to some random drunk getting too close to him, reveals a flash of his gleaming teeth. As much as you hate yourself for it, you allow your eyes to drift over the spot where his designer silk shirt hangs low, exposing a little of his chest. His tight leather trousers draw your eye, too. How could you not admire the way that they hug his legs and hips as though they were made for him specifically.

His three comrades are arguably a little less striking. All of them had an individual identity that they wore clearly for the world to see, yet they were always overshadowed by Luke’s powerful aura.

You watch carefully as the group weaves their way past the various gaggles of tipsy friends until they reach the alleyway you've been waiting for them in.

Not surprisingly, they remain oblivious to your presence. You’ve had a lot of practice at this; you know how to do your job.

As the group move deeper into the alley, you venture out of your hiding place ensuring that you keep a solid distance between yourself and Luke’s little group, as you follow them carefully.

Despite the fact that two of Luke’s group appear physically stronger than him, the leader’s confidence and his unrivalled air of authority would leave no one in any doubt of who’s in charge.

Over the past few weeks you’ve learnt a lot about this little group. The ones they call Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin, the strong ones act as Luke’s muscle. Their strength is supported by their quick reflexes and you know they’ll be incredibly tough opponents when the time finally comes to fight them.

The fourth of the group, Michael Clifford, is probably the weakest link. He doesn’t quite have the skill set of the other three, but he still plays an important role. They often use him as bait, as his unthreatening appearance makes it almost impossible for anyone to believe he’s anything but an average man. You’d seen him in action many times now, luring unsuspecting victims into quiet corners before they’re ambushed by the rest of his group.

This group is definitely your biggest challenge yet, but you’re in no doubt that you can take them down. You know how they work, now. You’ve studied them for weeks and you’re sure that your own power and skill set is no match for them. The key is to pick them off one by one.

As you follow them deeper into the alleyway, you pay careful attention to the way they communicate with each other using silent hand gestures and facial expressions instead of words like they usually do. Something’s off about them tonight. It’s possible that they’re just trying to lay low but it’s more likely a reaction to something. Perhaps they feel threatened?

Your suspicions are confirmed when the group pass the open back door of a bar. They’re briefly illuminated by the fluorescent light from the kitchen. Michael’s the dead giveaway. His face is set into a defiant expression but it does little to hide the nervous energy radiating from him or the fear in his eyes.

For a moment, you’re confused. You know everything that’s happened with this group for the last two months. Studying them as closely as you have, means that there’s very little about them you’re not familiar with. This is unexpected, though. They have seemingly no reason to feel threatened. Why should they?

As they disappear on the other side of the open doorway, heading into a narrower part of the alleyway, you carefully skirt around the pool of light flooding from the bar. In their heightened state of awareness, you know that the group will react to the slightest sound or glimpse of anything they’re not expecting.

When you return to a darker part of the alley, you stay close to the tall buildings, allowing their shadows to keep you hidden as your eyes adjust to the deeper blackness. Just before you’re ready to continue your task, it suddenly strikes you that the alleyway has fallen silent. You can still hear the faint clattering from the bar’s kitchen just behind you, but Luke’s heavy booted footsteps have stopped.

Of course. It all makes sense now. Their heightened state of awareness, their apparently unexplained fear… They’ve realised you’re following them.

“You’re not as stealthy as you think you are, y’know.”

The voice drifting from the shadows is undoubtedly Calum’s. He sounds calm, there’s no trace of nerves or fear in his steady tone, just as you’d expect of him.

“We’re curious, though.” Luke added, stepping out from behind the dumpster he’d been lurking next to. “Do you have a sinister purpose for following us? Or are you just a big fan?”

Once again, you can’t help but be impressed by him. Despite his deep, ocean blue eyes and lanky limbs, Hemmings radiates power and a certain formidable quality. Of course, that may just be because you know what he is, perhaps all the others he hunts don’t feel it.

His cronies giggle at his lame joke but you pay no attention to them. You can easily dispatch all of three of them right here, right now, if it came to it. They might be strong, but you’re stronger.

“Ah, that big ego of yours will be your undoing, Hemmings.” You smirk, focusing on him but ensuring that the rest of his group stay in your peripheral vision.

He steps a little closer to you, a show of confidence but you can almost smell his nerves and the adrenaline pumping through him. His lightly stubbled jaw is firmly set and his eyes are solely focused on yours. “So you are a big fan of me.” He taunts, “I thought so. I’ve met others like you. Some of them whisper my name before I kill them. I wonder if you’ll be one of them?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, darling.” You smile, tilting your head to one side as you continue to search his eyes for any sign of weakness. “I’d never give you the satisfaction of using your forgettable name as my final word.”

If Luke feels any fear at all as you step closer to him, he doesn’t show it. “Tell that to your countless little friends.” He counters easily, he doesn’t even flinch as you crowd into his personal space. The rest of his group adopt their fighting stances but they don’t move in on you yet.

A cold laugh escapes you as you tear your eyes away from Luke’s in order to spare the other three a quick glance. “You’re too predictable.” You shrug, returning your full attention to the leader. “I’ve studied you for a while now, I know everything there is to know about all four of you. Your chances of getting past me are next to none.”

Lifting a hand, you signal for your backup team to show themselves. You’re glad that you trusted your intuition and hid some of your various ‘friends’ in strategic places. You were confident enough that you could fight these four alone, but it didn’t hurt to even out the numbers.

Just as you’d expect, Michael, Calum and Ashton close rank, they’re stronger when they fight as one unit and they know it. The key is to split them up, something you’ve given your team clear instructions to do.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll surrender. It’ll be quicker then… Believe me you don’t want to drag this out.”

Luke keeps his steady demeanour, his gaze never faltering. “Well, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing most of the time. I almost never do.” He utters quietly. “But if you’ve been watching me for as long as you say you have, you’ll know that, right?”

He’s playing with you, downplaying his strategy to give you a false sense of security. You’ve seen him do it before so it won’t fool you.

A slight nod of your head gives your team the go-ahead to start wearing down the companions.

Luke trusts his group, though. He knows that they have the capability to hold off your allies whilst he deals with you.

The sounds of the fray fills the small passage, snarls and growls get louder as the humans pull out their weapons.

It all feels like nothing more than background noise, though. All that truly matters in this moment is Luke. He’s absolutely the most formidable foe you’ve ever come up against and he fascinates you beyond all reasoning. “I’ve fought too many like you over the years.” You whisper in his ear, hoping that your lack of fear unnerves him.

“Do you know how many of your ‘friends’ have tried that line on me?” Luke scoffs. “None of my predecessors had my ability, my knowledge and my utter rage towards your kind. I’m also the first to admit that this is more of a team sport.”

Another laugh slips from your lips. “You’re not the first to bring your friends along for the ride, darling.” You assure him. “You won’t be the first to cry over their deaths, either.”

That’s it… The tiny sign of weakness you’ve been waiting to see makes a brief appearance as he’s forced to envisage the demise of his little buddies. It’s a fleeting glimmer of fear of sadness but it’s all you need to finalise your plan of action.

It’s clear from the depleting number of your allies around you, that Luke’s group is winning the fight. That’s of no consequence now, though. Your movements are too fast even for Luke’s incredible reflexes. You step behind him, your strong arms wrapping him in a vice-like grip. You allow your lips to get just close enough to his neck to graze over the pale skin. “You all think you’re the best until you’re in my grasp. You’ll be begging for your own life, long before I feel the need to beg for mine, slayer.” You resist the urge to show your fangs, knowing that even if you managed to kill Luke here and now, your cursed bloodlust would leave you momentarily vulnerable enough for his friends to stake you. It was a risk you weren’t willing to take, you needed to trust in your new plan.

Summoning all of your strength you throw Luke to the ground, delighting in the sickening crack of his head against the damp pavement. He doesn’t stay down for long, though. You notice him stagger to his feet as you grab one of your fellow vampires and whisper your plan of action into his ear. He responds with an evil smirk and immediately sets about following your orders.

It takes just a few seconds for that one minion to spread the word amongst the other vampires and it seems to light a fire in them all as they fight with a renewed vigour.

Your plan comes together quickly after that. The group of slayers get divided fairly easily. They become scattered along the alleyway, each fighting their own mini battles as you survey the situation. You have a final choice to make and it’s important that it’s done swiftly and smoothly.

Luke staggers over to his nearest friend, Ashton. They’re a powerful unit when they fight together but the vampires surrounding them take their entire concentration and focus.

Calum is fighting a pair of your quickest vampires with an expression that almost resembles enjoyment. He’s the one that feeds off the thrill of a battle the most. When he gets into a rhythm like the one he has now, there’s no stopping him.

That settles it then. You stay close to the wall of the nearest building, stalking through the dense shadows unnoticed. Luke will come looking for you in a moment, but you’ll be long gone with your hostage by then.

Michael is weakening. His movements have slowed and every punch or kick he receives wears him down that little bit further. He’s an easy target. He’s so focused on trying to stake one of his attackers that he never even notices you sneak up behind him. It takes only one swift movement, a careful yank of his messy blonde locks to knock his head into the wall he’s standing next to. He’s unconscious in a matter of seconds and at your command, the most muscular vampire in your brood heaves him over his shoulder, disappearing in the direction of your hidden lair before Luke and the other two even know what’s happened.

You take cover behind a dumpster a little further down the alley, waiting to see the terrified expression on Luke’s pretty little face when he realises his friend is gone.

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dearwriterciera · 4 years

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Not In the Same Way (Spencer Reid x Reader )

a/n: ok so since I stan 5SOS and Spencer I figured I would write a short little story based on their new song Not in the Same Way. This is part of the little writing challenge I put on myself. I’ll link the list so you can see the other parts as well!

Pairing: y/n x Spencer Reid

Warnings: fighting, breakup, depression, alcoholism,

Summary: Spencer and Y/N have been getting into arguments a lot recently, and they’ve both been avoiding the inevitable, until Spencer sees a side to Y/N that he had only heard about.

Words: 1855

a/n: I’ve been really sad recently so I figured I would get my feelings out the only way I know. I’m not going to lie, this one made me so sad to write. I almost cried but i’m also super emotional right now anyways lol i hope you guys enjoy it!

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Things between you and Spencer had been...rough these past few weeks to say at the least. Every little thing that happens turns into an argument between you two and it was starting to cause you a lot of stress. Just yesterday you guys literally had a fight over dinner, which resulted in you guys eating in two separate rooms, two separate meals, when you guys usually eat together and talk about your days.

You had to admit all this fighting and things changing is making your usually pretty tame depression go wild. Whenever you got majorly depressed you would drink, a side of you Spencer had never seen. You wanted to keep it that way but sometimes things don’t go the way you want them to.

You were home alone, Spencer was gone on a case so you knew that you’d have days to figure out how to talk about you guy’s last arguement, but, for now it was time for another session of binge drinking. You got up on the counter, pulling the bottle of vodka off the top shelf and set it down beside you. You slid off the counter carefully before grabbing a shot glass and a can of Dr. Pepper as a chaser. Looking down at the items in front of you made you let out a loud sigh.

“Back to square one.” You mumbled to yourself as you poured vodka into the glass, setting the vodka back down and opening the Dr. Pepper. After very little debating, you threw the shot of vodka back, the burn hitting your throat almost instantly as you swallow the clear liquid, before you take a drink of Dr. Pepper. Setting both the shot glass and the can down, you place both hands on the counter and lean over it a bit. This had become such a familiar thing to you, you didn’t even question it anymore. You just went with it.

After 5 more shots of the same repeated cycle, you set them down again, but as you stared at the counter all you could think about was the last fight you guys had, right before Spencer left for work.

“Hey, Spence, have you seen my phone?” You asked, walking into the living room of you guy’s shared apartment. Walking in you immedately saw he was on your phone, going through it. You didn’t have anything to hide of course, you loved Spencer, but you were hurt, you weren’t going to lie. You walked over to the couch he was sitting on and raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, “Can I help you find something?”

Spencer looked up from your phone and instantly became flustered, dropping it onto the floor as he began speaking, “Wait, y/n, I’m sorry!” He practically pleaded. You leaned down and picked up your phone, sliding it into your pocket,

“Did you find anything you were looking for?” You asked, your voice was not very forgiving, he could tell you were mad..no..furious. You’ve never done anything to make Spencer think he couldn’t trust you, and you would never invade his privacy like that so why he felt the need to invade yours was..beyond words.

“It’s not what it looks like, babe, I swear.” He defended himself, standing up from the couch and turning towards you.

“Enlighten me then because from where I’m standing, it looks a whole lot like you going through my phone to find something, ANYTHING, that would make you want to leave me.” You said, your voice was filled with anger, you were on the verge of shaking if you were being honest. Spencer’s face was filled with guilt, confusion, and a hint of anger himself. This was common recently so it didn’t phase him.

“Y/n, that’s literally crazy.. I wasn’t looking for a reason to leave you.” He started his argument, “I was just..curious.”

“OH! Oh, my bad, you were just curious, my mistake.” You shot back, sarcastically, Spencer frowned,

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“No, you know what’s ridiculous, you not trusting me to the point you had to go through my phone. Spencer, I have done NOTHING to show you that you cannot trust me. That’s so fucking low. If something is bothering you, you can talk to me, you don’t have to go through my personal stuff.” You rose your voice a little at the end,

“Can I? Can I really talk to you about anything these days without you starting a fight over it?” He shot back,

“Me? Spencer, you’re the one who gets angry at me for breathing half the time.”

You were pulled from your memories as you heard the front door opening. Despite trying to quickly hide everything, you failed. Spencer walked into the kitchen and saw you causing you to freeze and looked at him.

“Y/N, are you..drunk?” He asked, worried as he walked over to you, helping you put everything in the correct place before walking over to you,

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet.” you slurred your words together but Spencer was usually good at figuring it out. He held onto you as he guided you towards the bedroom. You were okay with it until you remembered what he did to you so you stopped in your tracks,

“Don’t touch me.” You said, shaking him off you, but you immediately began to wobble and fall, until he grabbed onto you again.

“Let me help you.” He whispered, and you caved and let him take you back to the bedroom. As he got you into bed, he sat on the bed, next to you for a moment, in silence, before he spoke,

“I had to come back for a file but I’ll be back by the time you wake up, okay?” He talked softly and you nodded, slowly drifting in and out of tiredness. You were completely out before Spencer had even left the bed.

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Waking up, your head was banging. You don’t remember ever getting into bed, until you look over at the nightstand and there’s a cup of water, medicine, and a note. You smile faintly as you reach over and take the medicine and take a drink of the water to chase the pill. You pick up the note and read it,

We really need to talk. I’ll be home in the morning.

Spencer

You knew what was coming. You knew what was waiting for you the moment Spencer got home and you prayed he would get held up on a case and would be home late, but you also knew that would help nothing. You spent the rest of the time, sitting in bed, anxiously scrolling through your phone. Spencer sent you a text when he was on his way home but you didn’t reply.

Way too soon for your liking, you heard the front door open and you drug yourself out of bed. Slowly and carefully you walked out of the bedroom and you instantly caught Spencer’s look. He looked so tired, so stressed, so drained, and you felt like you were part, if not the whole reason. He motioned for you guys to sit on the couch and you followed, sitting on the couch next to him. Being this close to him gave you a perfect sight of how dark the skin under his eyes actually was like he hadn’t been sleeping. His hair was messier, way messier than normal like he’d been running his fingers through it constantly.

“Y/N, I know that you’ve felt it too..the tension between us, the constant yelling and arguing.” He started, and you nodded, you didn’t trust yourself to not cry if you opened your mouth. He continued, “I didn’t know how bad it was affecting you, until last night.” He whispered softly, he turned his gaze down to the ground, “I never wanted to be the reason that you drink again, that was never something I wanted.”

You reached over and grabbed his hand slowly, for comfort, but he slowly and hesitantly pulled his hand away. You retracted your hand back into your lap, the tears were definitely falling now.

“Spencer..please.” was all you could manage to get out.

“Yesterday, when I was going through your phone I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t looking for a reason to leave..but I was looking for a reason to stay.” He confessed, looking up at you again. You felt your heart shatter. As he looked at you, even through your blurry vision, you could tell he was on the verge of tears as well.

“Did..did you find one?” You asked, sniffling and wiping your tears away off your cheek. You knew the answer because if I was what you wanted the answer to be, you wouldn’t be sat here having this talk.

“No,” Spencer whispered as he began to break down in front of you. You couldn’t help yourself from leaning over and pulling him into a hug. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. You guys had been each other’s rocks for so long, you didn’t know anything else.

You guys were like that for well over an hour. Just sitting there, in each other’s arms, crying. Maybe you guys were just putting off the hardest part, but you didn’t care. Finally, you pulled away and Spencer let go as well. You moved back on the cushion of the couch you were originally sat on. You wiped your tear stain cheeks with your hands, before reaching over and wiping his away next.

“I love you, Spencer, so much. So fucking much.” You started, “and I know you love me just the same amount but, we don’t love each other in the same way.”

“I know,” His voice was raspy and quiet from crying.

“You’ve been drinking, I haven’t been sleeping, this isn’t good for us anymore.” He admitted,

“I know,” You said, your voice barely a whisper.

“This is goodbye.”

“I know,”

Neither of you moved. Neither of you knew what to do. Who was going where, who was supposed to stay in this apartment that you’ve shared all your memories together in? You eventually stood up,

“I’m going to call my sister,” you said before walking out of the living room back into the bedroom. You didn’t explain anything as you asked her to come pick you up and you packed a bag. Carrying the bag out of the room, you enter the living room again, Spencer is still on the couch, he hadn’t moved an inch. You walked over to the front door, and pulled your keys from your purse, you took the key to the apartment off your keyring and placed it on the table next to the door,

“Goodbye, Spencer.” You said before opening the door and walking out. As you closed the door behind you, once it was closed fully, that’s when it fully hit you. You were never going to see the love of your life again and god, that was the most soul-crushing thing you’ve ever experienced.

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suchalonelysunflower · 3 years

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Take Your Feelings, Put Them Into a Song (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Wallows! Fem! Reader

Requested: yes!

Summary: Y/N Sixx, bassist from the famous band Wallows, is helping 5SOS write their latest album CALM. If only she could keep her crush on the drummer under control…

Warnings: Fluff. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 4.6 k

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anon: Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born on 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and it’s the bassist and songwriter of Wallows (…) and she helps 5sos write songs for the album CALM and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in a good way) with shipping? There’s no drama like it was in EUH

It was another boring day in the studio and you would literally prefer to do anything else than to listen to Cole talk about the last date he had instead of working on your new song. But inspiration was lacking between you and your bandmates and you really had no other choice since you already took that time on the studio’s schedule.

One would believe that you would be used to dull times in the studio, having spent a lot of time on them while growing up with your parents, but boredom was a cruel crime inside your head and today your patience was running thin.

“Hey, peanut!” Dylan called your attention “Everything good there?”

You were laying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling for some kind of saving grace, but Dylan’s voice brought you back to your reality.

“Are we going to get something done today?” You asked with a sigh, with your eyes still glued to the ceiling “Cause we are really just wasting time by now and I don’t think Cole’s last fling will bring any kind of inspo into our little group”

“Hey!” Cole protested, earning a chuckle from Braeden.

“Whatever,” You said, already getting up from your spot “I’m going to take a walk”

You took a deep breath once you closed the door to your private room. You loved the guys, you really do, but sometimes people can be too much, especially people who you spend every single day and hour with.

Memories from the past year started to fill your mind and you smiled when thinking about how much your little band has grown. Wallows was now everywhere, you created a name for yourself without using your parent’s influence and you were so damn proud of that, yet when moments like these come around - the moments where you just need to breathe to escape the reality for just a while - you start to reflect on every choice you made and if they were the right ones.

It’s the overthinking that got you to write those first lyrics in the first place, the ones that were put into songs and now were, somehow, all over TikTok with thousands of people relating to them. So maybe, overthinking now might not be such a bad idea after all.

“It’s a terrible idea if you think about it for more than one minute, mate”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard that voice, thinking that maybe you were finally going crazy or someone could’ve read your mind. But it wasn’t until you heard someone else answer that you realized it was a conversation.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with it anymore!”

You turned your head to the left and smiled when you saw the little sign that said “5SOS now in session. DO NOT DISTURB” And realized that your other favorite boys were back in town.

Of course you ignored the sign and knocked on the door a couple of times before opening it shamelessly.

“Well, well, well…” You said with a teasing smile as you leaned over the door frame “If it isn’t my second favorite Aussie band”

The faces of two of the members of said band light up once they realize it was you, quickly getting up to wrap you in a hug.

“Mini Sixx!” Calum said, ruffling his hand through your hair “About time you came to visit us”

You pushed him and Luke away from you “And you should’ve told me you’re back from your break! I could’ve escaped Dylan and the other minions earlier”

“Rough session?” Luke asked, seating down and patting the place next to him for you to sit on.

“Oh, you have no idea”

You loved the 5sos guys, it was impossible not to. Ever since you met them at a label party in 2015 when you were introduced to them because you were the same age as half of the group, you knew that they were made to be on the stage.

It was easy to become their friend, given their welcoming attitude and easy-going smiles even before they found out who your parents were. It was nice for a change not to be Y/N Sixx, daughter of the famous bassist of Mötley Crüe and famous Playboy doll Brandi Brandt, for a moment and just be Y/N, a bassist that had a lot to give to the world. And with the boys you didn’t even have to try to be someone you were not, with them everything was just so… real.

Just like now, where you were allowed to complain about your lovely bandmates to them and they would complain just as well, with no judgment nor responsibilities, just three friends letting out some steam due to the stress of your careers.

“-And basically we don’t know what else to do with the song” Luke finished his rant on the missing piece of their new song for their next album.

“And you have the lyrics ready?”

“Yeah, me and my girl wrote it a few weeks ago but the melody is just…”

“It’s missing something” Calum finished for him with a sigh.

You hummed “Can I see it?”

The two Australians got to work, playing the song with the piano and the guitar and you came to the conclusion that they were right: there was something big missing.

“So it’s a ballad,” You said, thinking of ways to fix it.

“Technically yes, but when you play it like that it sounds incomplete and the lyrics won’t work with another type of rhythm” Luke sighed “We’ve been at it for days now.”

You stayed quiet for a while, reviewing the lyrics and melody more carefully now, analyzing the situation with different approaches but without getting anywhere. It was a beautiful song, it truly was, but it needed something else, something that could create a “boom” sensation for whoever was listening.

Something like…

“Hey guys, have you finished with the- Oh, Hey, Y/N/N!” Ashton said, opening the door and finding you with his bandmates in deep concentration.

Bingo.

“Uh, why are you smiling at me like that?” Ashton asked you with a chuckle, but you didn’t even address him as you turned to Luke and Calum.

“It needs drums”

“What?” The three men said in unison. You rolled your eyes and snatched the notes from Calum’s lap and started to sing the melody.

“Here!” You pointed out “In this part, before finishing the first chorus: I already made, already made that…” And then you started to make drum noises and movements with your arms for them to get the idea.

In a matter of seconds, Luke got up from his seat and walked towards you, taking the notes from you and reviewing them with new eyes, smiling as he got the idea.

“Ha!” He laughed loudly, “You’re a fucking genius!”

“Thank you,” You said with a smug smile as you, Calum and Luke started to discuss the arrangements.

“Wait, hold up” Ashton interrupted the chatter “Y/N, I appreciate you trying to help and no offense and all but I think this isn’t your place to just decide something like that,” He said, pointing to the three of you.

You rolled your eyes. You’ve dealt with stubborn people before, but Ashton did take a spot on your top three and you knew just how to handle him.

“Wow,” You said sarcastically with a teasing smile “One would think that by being half of the rhythm section you would have more… I don’t know, rhythm?”

Ashton crooked an eyebrow and you and you knew you had him in the bag “I just don’t think-”

“You don’t think?” You said, getting up from your chair and walking up to him to be almost chest to chest. You looked up to his eyes and challenged him “Or you just can’t handle the fact that I might’ve had a better idea than you”

You could see by the sparkle in his eyes that he has taken the challenge to heart. He took a step closer to you, almost pressing his body completely against yours, and smirked.

“Want me to prove you wrong, princess?” He teased but you didn’t back up.

“I’d like to see you try, darling”

Ashton’s smirk widened as he took a step back, turning his head towards Luke and Calum who were watching the scene with intrigued eyes and knowing smiles “Get your asses back in the recording booth”

He followed them as they walked into the big recording space they had, but not before sending you a wink seconds after he closed the door.

You were thankful he didn’t see you blush.

Once they were all set with their instruments - Calum on the keys, Luke on the guitar, and Ashton behind his drum set - You pressed the buttons of the console that would make it possible for you to hear them at the other side of the mirrored glass.

“Okay boys, show me what you got”

You became an official 5SOS songwriter after that day and even Ashton had to admit that you were adding so much more to the band lyrics and melodies since you started to work with them.

Every day you would find yourself walking towards their studio after your band’s session and you start to work wherever they left off. It was a simple dynamic that worked wonders for everyone and after every session, you would get even more inspired to write your own music for Wallows, so it was a win-win situation, not to mention, spending time with your new co-workers; especially a particular drummer that grew closer to you that you would’ve ever imagined.

When you first met the band you hit it off pretty quickly with Luke and Calum, them being the same age as you and having pretty much the same interests; then came Michael that shared a similar sense of humor with you and with whom you discussed videogames with. But Ashton was always the one that you consciously tried to not get too close to.

In all honesty, he intimidated you but not in a bad way. He was smart, talented, and super funny, not to mention also ridiculously handsome. But he was also stubborn, a little bit egotistical, and the only one that could keep up with you in a battle of wits, teasing, and sarcasm. And you knew that if you mixed that all together it might mean trouble, especially when he smiled at you like that.

Of course you had a crush on him, who wouldn’t? But the fact is that you know what it is like to date in the industry and having feelings for a member of another pretty famous band might bring some tension to the table, so it was safer to play the crushing card and just stay friends. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself every day since you started to see him regularly and spend more time with him than with any other of the two bands.

Speaking of…

“Earth to Y/N?” Called Braeden waving a hand in front of your face “Is anybody there?”

You blinked a few times before pushing his hand away with a scoff “Very funny, B. What’s up?”

“You spaced out again” Cole added, fidgeting with his drumsticks “Just when we were going to start complimenting you on that bass line you wrote the other day…”

You smiled as you threw a pillow at him that he was able to easily dodge “Sorry, I was just-”

“Thinking about a particular drummer again?” Dylan teased, to which Cole added.

“I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to fall in love with me”

You searched for other pillows and started to throw them at your band members, giggling as they started to throw them back at you and starting an improvised pillow fight in the middle of the recording booth.

“Hey, Y/N/N! I was wondering if you-” Ashton’s sentence was cut short as he opened the door and took in the scene that was in front of him.

You were so busy chasing Breaden with a pillow on each hand and a devilish smile that you didn’t even notice when the door opened or that Ashton was standing there, smiling at you with his arms crossed as you aimed at your bandmate's head.

“Oh look, peanut!” Dylan said teasingly “You knight in shiny armor is here to-” But before he could say anything more embarrassing, you threw a pillow directly at his face to shut him out.

You quickly turned your head to Ashton who was fairly amused by your battle skills and smiled at him.

“Hey!” You said breathlessly after chasing down the others.

“Hi,” He smiled back “Am I interrupting something or?”

“Nah, you’re good,” You said, throwing one last pillow at your three friends that stood in a corner blowing teasing kisses and puppy eyes at the two of you “These assholes and I are done for the day” You commented before said assholes started to pout and complain, but you were already out the door before they could say something embarrassing again.

“So…” Ashton trailed off, starting to walk alongside you with his hands in his front pockets.

“So,” You said, drifting your eyes from him and praying to the universe that he didn’t hear anything or else it would make the blush on your face even pinker “You needed me for something?”

You wanted to get the topic of work right there in the open as soon as possible, not wanting him to notice how nervous you got when you were alone with him. At least when you were talking about work you leveled the ground in some parts.

“Actually, I’m going home early today” He smiled softly “Luke and the guys are working on a love song that’s just way too happy and butterflies - in - your -stomach like and I didn’t think they needed me there if I can’t bring nothing to the table”

“You’re not a lovey-dovey feeling kinda guy?” You teased by bumping your arm with his, earning a “hey” from him “I actually get it, I’m not that kind of person either”

“It’s not like I don’t like it, it’s just that-”

“You process your emotions differently, and it’s easier to write those when you think of love in other stages and/or mixed with other complex emotions because-”

“Love is not just one-sided! Yes!” Ashton celebrated, amazed that you could understand what he was saying “I knew you would get it”

That comment made your cheeks heat up as you looked at him, all dimpled smiles and light chuckled as he looked at you with sparkly hazel eyes. Oh no…

“Well,” You said, breaking that little moment “If they are going to work on that all day then I guess I would head home, too. I don’t think I’ll be able to provide anything else either”

“Actually,” Ashton said as he stopped in the middle of the hall leading to the exit, making you stop as well and turn to him “I was wondering if you would want to get some coffee with me now that we are both free. Of course, if you really are free and have nothing else to do and want to actually drink coffee or tea… or maybe not and you’re not that type of person and-”

“Are you asking me out?”

Ashton stopped his rambling and looked at you with an incredulous smile and lightly blushed cheeks.

“I- well, yeah,” He said shyly “Yeah, I am”

You smiled and softly chuckled “Look at the famous drummer all nervous” You teasingly took a step closer to him, not knowing where this confidence was coming from, and he did the same “It’s just me, you know?”

“And that’s exactly the reason why”

“Do I make you nervous, darling?”

“Let’s say that if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have rambled like that, princess”

You pressed your lips in a thin line and smiled as you looked away from him, blushing like a teenager on her first date.

“So…” You trailed off.

“So?”

“Lead the way”

From that moment both of your routines changed once again. Now you took time off the studio at least two times a week to go with Ashton on those small friendly dates as he took you out for coffee or just simple but meaningful talks.

Soon enough you lost all the doubts that made you nervous around him, seeing how easy it was to talk to him and how much you had in common in more aspects than just music. You became more comfortable around him and your level of teasing and playing grew alongside your relationship, not to mention the level of teasing and playing you received from your band members and the other 3 Aussies who joined in on all the fun.

You were used to blushing and dismissing comments about your - undeniable - crush on the drummer, but Ashton didn’t seem to be affected by them at all. On the contrary, Ashton played along and even seemed like he was enjoying it. Like in one particular occasion where you were working on a song together and Michael said:

“Oh my god, date her already!”

Ashton didn’t blink an eye before responding “I’m trying! But she just wants to focus on the harmonies”

And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t put a smile on your face.

Yet, you kept it all professional while being in the studio; no need to mix your personal lives with whatever was going on down there, that’s why those coffee runs were your favorites.

It was an unspoken rule between the two of you that “work-talk” was forever banned from those outings.

“So what are we going to talk about?” You asked him the first time you went into his favorite coffee shop.

“Us” He simply answered, unaware of the butterflies he just set in your stomach.

“Us?”

“Yeah, I want to get to know you better, princess. Who is Y/N Sixx?”

“Who is Ashton Irwin?”

“I asked first”

“I asked second” You countered

Ashton smiled widely “You think you’re clever…”

“It doesn’t matter what I think” You answered, casually sipping on your coffee “I know I’m clever just like I know you like me that way”

You were testing the waters back then, hiding the shaking of your knees under the table as you longed to know how he felt about it. But the way he smiled and how he blushed a little bit made all your fears go away.

“Yeah, that I do”

Your cheeks turned red whenever you reminisced about that moment - or any moment that you spent with Ashton for that matter - which gave you the perfect idea for a song.

“I don’t want to kill my time with somebody else…” You hummed to yourself as you wrote down what you think is the chorus to a new song.

You told Ashton that you were not the type to write silly love songs or very uplifting songs; but there was something in that memory, something in that feeling that you couldn't ignore or just let it be without doing something about it. So, you started to write it.

You couldn't separate the feeling from the art, after all, feelings were what led you to dedicate your life to music. People would say it was because of your parent’s influence but they had little to nothing to do with your decision. This was you, the authentical you writing whatever came to mind and then sharing it with the world and only a few people will get it in its entirety. And surely Ashton was one of them.

“Dadadada something, want you all to myself”

“Wacha doing there, princess?”

Speaking of the devil.

Ashton smiled at you as he hunched over the table you were working on, trying to peek at what you were writing. You lifted the notebook and pressed it against your chest faking offense as he giggled.

“Didn’t your mother taught you not to sneak up on people, darling?” You asked as he walked around your workspace and sat himself down on the chair next to you “Besides, you’re late. You were supposed to meet me here like half an hour ago!”

“Aww, sorry Sixx” Ashton pouted “But there were no chocolate chip cookies left in the shop so I had to go around town to get you some” He then put a bag of freshly made cookies on top of the table with a cup filled with coffee.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

“Of course I did! You always only eat chocolate chips cookies in the afternoon”

He started to giggle again, ignoring the way you were looking at him “How did you know that?”

“C’mon, Y/N/N, every time we go for coffee you order two, one for the coffee and another one for the road. And every time we cater something you never touch anything but those cookies”

“I never knew you were so observant”

Ashton shrugged “I just pay attention if I like what I see,” He said nonchalantly with a wink, making you blush instantly, but you covered it up with an eye roll.

“God, you’re terrible” You scoffed.

“I’m honest!” You shook your head and went back to writing, but Ashton was not going to let that go so easily. “Look, how else could I know that you always put an extra bag of sugar in your coffee?”

“‘Cause I always drink the same thing,” You said without looking up from your notebook.

“Yeah, a mocha latte with extra chocolate drizzle and no foam. Honestly, how can you handle that much sugar?” You were about to answer but he caught you off. “But that’s not all you drink, whenever you have a bad day you always order a cup of mango and ginger tea because that’s your mother’s favorite drink and it helps you calm down. You also don’t want anyone to know that you’re having a bad day but the minute someone looks away your smile starts to flatter until you’re back in the conversation”

You stopped the writing completely as you turned to him, suddenly feeling how your heart started to jump all over your chest as he kept talking, eyes never leaving yours as he gave you a soft smile, almost as if he was remembering all those moments with you.

“You draw flowers on the corner of your notebooks whenever you feel bored. You love the sad songs on the radio and you know every single word to Lorde’s Melodrama, yet every time you have to choose a playlist you put 2000’s pop and R&B songs because it hypes you up. You hate awkward silences unless you are the one being quiet. You help Dylan dye his hair every time he asks you to because you would trust each other with your lives, you give Cole relationship advice because you care about him and he always appreciates your advice more than anyone’s and Braeden is your best friend because you always say that he is one of the few people that could make you laugh in a bad day and you have no idea how much I want to be included in that list”

“Ashton-”

“You write better with dim light, it helps you concentrate on your work. You say you don’t believe in astrology yet you check your horoscope every day. You want to make sure that everyone has a good time and feels included, that’s why you always make conversations with Micahel about games you never even heard before or let Luke braid your hair when he’s bored or how you switched topics when you noticed that Calum was not engaging as much in a conversation. You literally take care of everyone but you never let anyone take care of you, and when we do you get all shy and you blush as you say thank you and you have no idea how fucking adorable you look”

You sat there speechless as he spoke. You felt the back of your throat dry as you tried to find the right words to answer all of that.

It was too much. The fact that he knew all of that and how he said it like he was just talking about his favorite things in the world, it was just too much but at the same time, you want to hear him say that again.

A weird sense of joy and shyness came over you as he set his hazel eyes on yours. You gave him a small smile as you averted your gaze to the floor.

“Wow, I-” You started “I never thought someone noticed all that”

“How could I not?” You heard him say “You’re all I can think about and to say that I don’t notice you is like saying I don’t notice the sun in the sky or the stars at night. You’re the brightest light out there, Y/N, you shine everywhere you go”

You noticed how he pulled his chair closer to you and suddenly you felt how your chair started to slowly turn his way until you were face to face.

Ashton carefully placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head until you were finally looking into his eyes again.

“There she is!” He smiled when he noticed your blushing cheeks and gleaming eyes.

“What do you mean when you say I’m all you think about?” You asked expectantly, curling your fingers nervously on top of your thighs.

Ashton chuckled. “Well, if you didn’t notice, I really fucking like you, Y/N”

You looked up at him, smiling with hopeful eyes and feeling as if a weight was lifted off your chest thanks to the joy you were experiencing while hearing those words.

“You do?”

“Unless you don’t like me back and I just spilled my feelings for nothing-” You smacked him playfully in the arm “Ouch! I’m kidding! Of course I like you! Fuck, Y/N I’ve been falling for years now and I thought I was being pretty obvious”

You laughed “I thought you were just playing!”

In an instant, Ashton pulled your chair closer and grabbed you by the hip, lifting you up and making you sit on his lap as he hugged you by the waist and you placed your arms around his neck.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” He said, “I’ll do anything to prove it”

“Well,” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek and knocking your forehead to his “How about you help me finish this song and then you take me on a date? Cause I’ve been falling for you, too and I don’t want to waste any more time”

Ashton hummed as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, kissing it softly as he murmured “Will I get to kiss my princess at midnight?”

“Maybe… or you can take your chances now if you’d like”

He smiled.

“I like those odds”

And just before you know it, he softly pressed his lips against yours; finally creating a happy beginning for the two of you.

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irndad · 5 years

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strawberry lip gloss- s.h.

a/n: pining!steve is a baby and i hope you like him <3 also @stevesharrlngtons this is for u beeb

summary: steve’s in love with his best friend, but doesn’t want to lose her because of his feelings, so he’s never gonna talk about it. except when he almost kissed her. there’s that.

wc:1.6k

He knows he fucked up.

And he’s fucked up before, seems to be all he does when he’s in love with someone, but this one, this feels like a real fuck up.

And it’s the worst thing in his life to fuck up, because having her in it- she’s the best. She’s his best friend, the other half of his heart, the person who finishes his sentences and knows what he needs to hear before he even knows he needs anything.

She’s his best friend in every sense of the word, in every definition of the role, and if there’s anything he doesn’t want to do, it’s jeopardize her presence in her life.

Which is exactly what got him here.

It happened on a Friday, the same kind of Friday they always have. She’d picked him up from his shift at the mall and they’d gone back to his house, (big and empty and not alone because of her), and watched old tapes he had on hand.

It’s the best part of his week. She’d sometimes lean into him, and if she was feeling risky or if he’d pulled out his dad’s brandy for extra special days, she’d curl into him like that’s how all friends watch movies together. Shared blankets and loud laughter and too little space taken up on a too big couch.

That Friday, though, they’d just been watching something with root beers and tangled legs. She wore rose perfume and her hair up, and she’s lovely.

And okay, he might like her. He might have a crush on his best friend, the one with doe eyes and a laugh like music, the one who can make any bad day better and sings along to music with him in his car like no one’s watching.

It’s a little hard not to be.

And he was a little drunk on the feeling of her, warm and close to him. She’d always been so pretty, but right then, under the light of just the TV and passing cars out of the window, eyes trained on the screen. She wore strawberry lip gloss even though they were eating popcorn and she was wearing his jacket, sharing his drink, and he wanted to kiss her.

And it was stupid, because before he knew it- he almost did.

A slow lean in, the scent of strawberry and her perfume, her breath so sweet and close and then-

He realized what the fuck he was doing. He couldn’t, what, kiss his best friend, is he crazy?

He can’t- losing her is not an option. And maybe she’d have kissed back, and maybe they’d have been something great but this, these evenings and these moments and all the light she brings in his life- he can’t risk it. He couldn’t.

But it was too late, and she’d seen it, and pulled back from it like he’d insulted her.

The next few moments were a blur, her standing up to leave and the panic rising because no, that wasn’t what he wanted and she really could stay, no he didn’t mind, and her thanking him sharply before making her exit swift.

And now, it’s been two days, 48 hours and too many minutes since he’d last seen her.

He can’t stop thinking about it.

He can’t stop thinking about how she’d been smiling, just the smallest upward curve, and how she’d really- she really might’ve wanted to, and everything that might’ve came after.

He’d be a good boyfriend. He wouldn’t be late to dates, he’d make her laugh and hold her hand and be what she needed, he would. He’d be the best he could.

And he fucked it up.

He’s got her favorite flowers and he’s heading to her house (which is stupid, it’s not like it’s gonna work) and he doesn’t know what he even wants, just knows that having her be pissed at him is the worst thing in the world.

When she opens the door to see him, she smiles despite herself, and damn the whole situation, she’s still got the prettiest smile he’d ever seen.

“Hey.” Steve says, because he’s a fucking idiot and couldn’t think of anything else to say. And she’s looking at him, christ why couldn’t he be normal-

“Hey, Steve,” she replies, voice neutral, but then, she smiles, “Are those for me?”

The flowers. Right.

“For you? Yes! Yes. These- for you. Yeah.”

Kill him. Kill him. He’s such an idiot.

“Thanks,” she giggled, “Wanna come in?”

And he does, quicker than he’s willing to admit, and when she grabs the vase to put the flowers in, he can’t stop looking at her.

“I’m sorry,” he spits out, “I’m sorry and I know that I fucked up and that’s why you didn’t return my calls but if you’ve listened to my messages and stuff you know I really, really am sorry and I miss you.”

She blinks for a second before looking at him again, her expression unchanging until…

Until she looks, well, sad, a flash of something almost like heartbreak on her face, and he hates it. And he doesn’t know what he can do, apologize again, or anything.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, Steve,” she sighs, a sharp exhale and her eyes squeezed shut. She runs a hand through her hair and he hates it, how he can’t give her a hug or even be in her orbit.

But she doesn’t need to be sorry. She’s not the one who fucked them up.

“What?”

“I-“ she cuts herself off and takes another breath, “I know you don’t…feel that way about me. And I got carried away. I think part of it was- I don’t know. It was a moment and it passed and I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

And- none of that makes sense. Because it sounds like she wanted to kiss him, like she wanted to be with him, and she thinks he’s rejected her. That he doesn’t want her back.

“I didn’t call back because it was embarrassing. I just, I won’t let it happen again. I’m sorry.” She still looks sad.

(He hates that look, he hates it. He knows what it is, that oh, he doesn’t want me, expression written all over features he adores. He’s hated every guy that put it on her face and now he’s on that list too.)

“You think I don’t like you?”

He never knows what to say. And this isn’t right either, and he can’t seem to get it right with her, can’t seem not to hurt her, and it just. He wants her to stop looking at him like that.

“We’re best friends, Steve, I know that.”

“No, I tried to kiss you, you can’t think I don’t like you,” and it’s all just spilling out, none of this is going to plan. He was supposed to be denying it but.

But it’s ridiculous for her to think that, to think she’s the one with the ridiculous fantasy of being with someone she could never deserve. It’s him. It’s always been him.

“I wanted to kiss you before then, I want to kiss you like all the time! Do you remember that Halloween party where I was staring at you so much Dustin gave me shit? I still remember what lipstick you were wearing. Shit, I’m so gone for you I was gonna come over here and beg you to forgive me.”

Her eyes are wide as saucers, her pretty mouth in an ‘o’.

“Not that you have to, you know, date me or anything, I know I was kind of an asshole in high school and you- you don’t-“

“Steve, shut up.”

He’s sure he looks stupid, standing there rambling about parties and crushes and how she didn’t have to date him and he’s expecting it, expecting her to tell her she doesn’t love him, doesn’t even like him.

This is why he never should’ve leaned in. It’s not like she’d have wanted him anyway.

“Steve?” she speaks again, and this time, she’s closer to him, closer in silence and it’s almost like Friday night, with her so close, and she’s still beautiful. She’s still wearing strawberry lip gloss and he still wants to kiss her.

“I really like you.”

And that’s- her eyes are sparkling, and she’s smiling despite all of it, and he wants- there are so many things he wants. And it’s so much to hear, it’s like she’s offered him everything.

“You like me?”

She rolls her eyes, which is something only she can manage to do and still look kind, before she leans in, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in. And she kisses him.

She kisses him, and he’s not scared of ruining the friendship, scared of anything, just thinking about strawberry lipgloss and every single time he’s wanted to and no matter how good he thought it would be, it was better. She’s the best thing he’s ever held.

“Really. Really like you.” she snarks after she pulls away, not getting far after with his arms around her waist (no, he’s not sure when that happened) and smiles at up.

“I really like you too.”

He’s not good with his words and he certainly didn’t really do this right. He’s going to ask her to be his girl probably five seconds from now, and she’s going to laugh and say yes, but for now none of it matters, because she’s good with her words, and even better with her choices.

And so when she’s the one to kiss him again, smiley and more about joy than anything else, he indulges, because of all the things to be able to indulge in, her affection must be the best.

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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I Hate California

Summary: Blake Harris’ symbol of why he hates California ends up at his work.

A/N: I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s funk, so @frontmanash suggested I write something more on the outside of my comfort fluffy writing zone. So, we have her (and Dylan Brady’s I Hate California) to thank for this masterpiece.

Content: Just angst.

Word Count: 2.2k

And away, and away we go!

I braced my hands on my knees, breathing hard. Despite the scorching heat that made me feel like all the water in the world wouldn’t be enough to quench my thirst, and the scratches on my legs from our hike, I couldn’t help but smile over at the boy who stood on the edge of the world, his arms stretched out wide. The view was impeccable, like he had promised, but him and I had differing opinions on what that view was. “Isn’t it beautiful?” he breathed, his eyes shining like melted gold in the sun.

“Very,” I grinned. “You’d fit in good here, babe.”

“You think?!” he asked, his voice full of excitement and hope.

“Yeah, had you more pegged as a Seattle type, though,” I teased.

His laugh rang out around us, a loud boyish sound that warmed me up more than the California sun could ever hope to do on its own. “Very funny, babe. But LA is where the music scene is now. It’s where everything is.”

“It’s not where I am,” I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder.

He laughed again, too enchanted with the daydream playing his head to properly digest my words. “Neither am I. But I could be.”

“I.” My heart cracked, a small fissure forming. Not “we.”

~~~

5 Years Later

My throat tightened and tears sprang to my eyes. So Ashton had finally done it. The last domino in a long line of my world crashing down. An ending I had seen from the beginning. Something that was still just a hopeful daydream when we had last seen each other. When we had set into motion the end to our thunderous finish.

And now the radio station I worked at was having them as our guests. I hated how every time I closed my eyes everything replayed like a movie scene.

To those who passed by us, we looked like mad men, our shouts echoing off the buildings as we screamed at each other, his soft brown curls frizzing at the edges in the London rain. The final sob stuck in my chest as the reality we had tried for so long to deny set in around us. No matter how happy we were together, or how well we fit together, I knew he was happier in his life without me. And as selfishly as I wanted to keep him, to keep screaming until our voices grew hoarse and we collapsed one last time in each other’s arms, I understood that I had to let him go. To free him to keep living his life in London, or to move to Los Angeles, a city I knew held a place in his heart that I had been trying in vain to fill with myself.

I hated how badly I still hurt from a loss I knew was coming. And I absolutely despised California.

~~~

“And here in the studio with D and B in the Afternoon, it’s Sydney's success story, 5SOS!” Danica Schmidt, my co-host introduced, getting the interview going. “Happy to have you boys.”

“Happy to be here,” they answered, shaking our hands before taking the offered seats, adjusting their headphones as they did so.

It wasn’t lost on me how Ashton’s fingers brushed against mine when we moved away from each other, prolonging the contact, nor how his soft gaze stayed on me as he took his seat. A better man would have been ashamed at the smug satisfaction that coursed through me when I broke contact to busy myself with the notes for our interview and his smile faltered.

I let the practiced professionalism that came with doing a million interviews just like this one propel me through the last hour of our show, matching Danica’s positive energy for the sake of not sounding as dead on air as I actually felt. The more Danica and I rolled out the stats of 5SOS’ success, and listened to Ashton reassure us that him and the boys were really excited to be living their dreams, the more I wanted to vomit all over the studio and his expensive shoes.

After the small entirety of hell on Earth, I got to say, “Well, that’s all the time we have for today. Thank you again, 5SOS, for coming in for a chat.”

“Yes, lovely to see you boys and catch up. Best of luck to ya,” Danica smiled.

“Thanks for having us,” they chorused.

“That’s it for D and B in the Afternoon, I’m Danica Schmidt,” Danica started our outro.

“And I’m Blake Harris.”

“And we’re 5SOS, and this is our hit single off our newest album, Youngblood. Be sure to pick up a copy.”

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“Blake, wait up!” Ashton called out to me, his footsteps heavy as he half-jogged down the hallway to catch up to me. I kept walking. “Seriously, B?”

“Is there something I can help you with?” I asked, pausing and turning to look at him. I hated how I only came up to his chin, and how badly that made me want to rest under it like I used to. I forced my own chin upwards to look at the irritation written across his face. Again, smug satisfaction washed over me and I didn’t have it in me to feel ashamed for it. As happy as I was for him that he was happy, I hated that it was at my expense. I hated that he had never been mine to keep; that I had lost him before he ever really had a chance to be mine to start with. And I hated the fact that there would always be a piece of me that still loved him and probably always would. So to know I could still get under his skin the way he would always be under mine felt good, even if it did feel dirty.

Those pretty eyes that haunted my dreams rolled and his tongue clicked in his cheek, stemming his agitation. “That's how it’s gonna be, huh?”

“That’s how what’s gonna be, Ashton? You coming back into my life for a radio show, and then breezing right back out of it to do the next spectacular thing on the list of spectacular things Ashton Irwin can do without Blake Harris holding him back?”

“I- I didn’t know it was your radio show. If I had I-”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Of course ya didn’t…” I muttered. Why would he? Why would I be anything beyond a brief sentence in his life story? Why was I stupid enough to think I could have been more to him; the way he had been more to me?

“Blake Harris, pity party of 1, your table’s ready.”

“Yep. Good to see you too, Ashton.” I willed my feet to turn and move me further down the hall, putting him behind me.

I made it to my car before he caught up, his hand slamming down on my roof. “Damn you!” he cursed.

“What?” I was too exhausted to match his level of anger, and even if I wasn’t, I didn’t have it in me to fight a battle with him I had lost years ago. When I started my job at the radio station, I had been aware of the risk I was taking. I was aware that this moment right here could be happening, much like it was. I had rehearsed speeches, and played out scenarios almost as often as I had relived my actual moments with him. But now? All my attacks died on my tongue. I didn’t want him to admit that he was hurting the way that I was. I didn’t want him to hurt at all.

“You’re just going to push me away again?” The question caught me off-guard. In all my mind’s scenarios I never imagined him sounding so broken.

“I never pushed you away, Ashton. You can’t push something away you never had to begin with.”

“That’s because you never gave me a chance to be yours! You held me at arm’s length, remember?!”

My blood boiled and even though I hadn’t wanted to, I was fighting back. “You never wanted to be mine! You’ve always been in love with places, Ashton, not people!”

“What is so wrong about me wanting a life for myself?!”

“Nothing! God, Ashton, can’t you see that’s why I let go?! I knew I wasn’t enough for you, but I was selfish enough to try anyway!”

“You should have tried harder!”

“Why?! So it can hurt me more to see you happy in LA?!”

“Who said I was happy?!”

His question stunned me. If he wasn’t happy, then what had all this hurt been for? “Are you?”

“Yes…”

“Good. I love that you’re happy. I love that you have the life you always wanted for yourself.”

“But that didn’t mean I didn’t want you, too. God, Blake, you didn’t give me a fair chance, and we both know it. To you, we were doomed from the start, and you never bothered to check if it was true.”

“That’s not true…”

“Yes it is!” His fight was back, but heartwrenchingly so.

“No, it’s not!” I hurled back the schoolyard defense. “You were in love with LA, and what it could give you!”

“I was in love with you, too!”

“No you weren’t! You said “I” not “we,” Ashton! I was there! I remember!”

“You’re seriously going to take one part of one conversation over our entire relationship?!”

“It wasn’t just one part of one conversation, Ashton! It was every conversation! Whenever you talked about your plans, I was never in them!”

“I didn’t think you wanted to!”

“That right there was the problem! You didn’t think, Ashton! You never did!”

“Then why didn’t you ever say anything?! Why did you expect me to read your mind?! Why couldn’t you just let me in?!”

“Because you deserve LA! You deserve everything it’s given you and then some! You deserve everything that makes you happiest and I wasn’t it! I was never going to be what made you happy!”

“That wasn’t your decision to make for me, B! It’s my life, don’t you think I should get final say on who’s in it?!”

“You did get final say, Ashton! You went to LA , and left me with the memories! And I love that you love it, Ash, I really do. But I hate it. I hate that it has your heart in a way I never could. I hate that it keeps you warmer than my arms did. I hate California!”

“Then hate California, Blake! Go ahead and keep telling yourself the same bullshit lie about how you lost me to a place! A place! Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?! You’re a person, Blake! You were never in competition with LA, just your own doubts.”

“My own doubts that you proved right at every turn, Ashton! You never missed me. Not the way I missed you.”

“And how do you know that?! How do you know that I didn’t miss you back then?! That I still don’t miss you now?! That I haven’t been playing scenarios of conversations just like this, only in those scenarios we don’t say a word, we just… fall back into place like we’re supposed to?”

“Because this isn’t some fantasy with a happy ending! Because this is reality! Because you’re fuckin happy, Ashton! God damn it! You’re happy. Without me.”

“I could’ve been happier with you, Blake!”

“Or you could’ve been fuckin miserable!”

“Yeah, well I’m already pretty fuckin miserable, so I guess you were right. Huh?! Is that what you want to hear?! That I’m miserable without you?! That even though I’m happy with my life I still feel empty because there’s a you-shaped hole in it?! Huh?! Is that what you want?! For me to scream out some declaration that reassures every doubt you ever had about us, and erases every stab of pain you ever felt?! The magical phrase of “I love you” that fixes years of silence and shit?! Because I’ll say it Blake! If that’s what it takes, I swear I’ll say it!”

“I want you to mean it! I want you to love me with the same devotion you love LA! That you would chase down everything to be with me! Damn it, Ash! I want to be chosen! And I want the person choosing me to mean it with every part of their being!”

“I did! I did mean it! I did choose you! You just never chose me back because you didn’t believe in what we were!”

“Did. Past tense...”

“I tried Blake... God damn it, I tried, but being with you was like dating a brick wall.”

“Yeah. Some fight you put up...”

“Whatever. If it’s easier for you to have me be the villain in your story, fine. Whatever makes you happy, Blake.”

“It wasn’t my happiness I cared about. Maybe if it was then this would be a different conversation.”

“Yeah, well… live and learn. G’bye Blake.” He hesitated briefly, his fingers giving a drumming tap on the roof of my car. Then, he was walking across the parking lot, and away from me. And I hated that I couldn’t hate him the way I hated myself and that damn state.

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goalcaufield · 4 years

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quick talk:

the only reason i know if a boy is dating someone is based on their instagrams or if i happen to know their vsco. i’ve also gotten vsco url’s sent to me, so i don’t find them on my own. that’s almost always someone else. (but seriously, it’s not that hard. half the time it’s just their name)

i’m not some stalker. for that list simply all i did was go onto their instagrams and see if they were dating anyone/still dating who they were at some point. and, also, if this was a boy band like why don’t we? or if one direction was still together? 5sos? it’s “normal.” but because they’re athletes it’s taken differently.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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The wedding; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

And here we go people. The chapter that’s been long over due. And in light of my sister’s recent marriage I felt like I had to post it up sooner rather than let it continue to drag on. So be prepared for some serious FLUFFY FEELS HERE!!! Also I’ve listed some songs that you all MUST LISTEN TO!! I’ve linked them within the chapter so just click on the link and it’ll take you straight to the songs and put you in the mood :) Hope you all enjoy this chapter.

IMAGES DO NOT BELONG TO ME. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE OWNERS I AM JUST USING THEM FOR VISUAL REFERENCES!!!

PS; This chapter has been brought to you be E-Harmony lol Just listen to this song and you’ll find out why. Please listen to this song before reading :) (or just wait till the very end like the explanation of all the pics and other reception stuff I’ll let you all choose but definately listen to this song)

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*July 12th, 1984*

“(Y/n). (Y/n) come on sweetheart wake up, we need to get you ready.” I groaned in my sleep and opened my eyes to see Veronica standing over me.

“Ready for what?”

“Oh come on now don’t play dumb. You know what today is. It’s your big day, come on we’ve got to get you dressed and ready.” It was then my mind suddenly clicked awake as I realized what today was.

My wedding day.

“Oh my god I’m getting married today.”

“Yes you are, now get up. The girls and I are already getting dressed and we need to make the bride stand out as the fairest of them all.” I got out of bed and Veronica escorted me to the master bedroom where I saw Chrissie, Dominique, Danneel, Gen, and my future mother in law Kelly all getting their makeup on.

“Ahh there she is!” Gen proclaimed.

“About time, come on sit down I just got done and now Veronica and I can get to work on your hair and makeup.” Dani said. I went over to the makeup stand and sat down on the chair and Gen worked on my hair and makeup.

The whole morning was a hustle and bustle of women running around getting their dresses on, making sure everything was good, and checking to make sure that I was all good and ready.

“Do we have the bouquet?”

“Where’s the flower girl basket?”

“Has anyone seen the curling iron?”

“Okay who was in charge of the wedding veil it’s not here!”

“Check downstairs!” All those types of questions were proclaimed between all the bridesmaids as well as the future mother in law.

I swear if this is what every wedding is like, I only hope I just have to do this once.

It was an hour and a half into the preparations and we soon heard a knock at the door and Roger’s voice soon called out.

“Fathers and brother of the bride entering! Hope everyone’s decent.”

“Do you have the groom with you? If so then get out you know they can’t see each other!” Veronica called from upstairs.

“Nope, it’s just us.” Deacy called up to his wife from the bottom of the stairs.

You see the arrangement for the night before the wedding, the women were staying at Jared and Gen’s house while the guys stayed at Jensen’s and Dani’s place. Then we’d all head over to Kelly’s place for the wedding. And since they all lived within like 20-30min. from each other, it wouldn’t be a long drive to get there.

Some of the girls went downstairs all dressed up in their bridesmaids dresses while Kelly was helping me with the final touches while we were still in the master bedroom.

“Okay, now one last thing and then you’re complete.” She then went over to her jewelry box and pulled out a beautiful pearl necklace. The pearls all gathered in the front but then at the part where it circled around to the back of the neck, the pearls were now a gold chain, I also took notice that at the very center of the necklace there stood a single diamond shining so brightly if held in the light just right. “I wore this on my wedding day, I find it only fitting that my future daughter-in-law should wear it at hers.”

“Oh Kelly it’s beautiful, are—you sure?” She smiled at me and said as she hooked the necklace around me.

“I’m sure. You’re already family to us, and I always said that if I were to have a daughter I’d want her to wear this necklace. Now I can finally see that dream become a reality.” Once it was hooked on, she stood behind me leaning against my shoulder and she said, “Aww, aren’t you a vision? My son is lucky to have found someone like you.”

“Thank you Mrs. Kline I—I can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done.”

“Well in light of what’s to come, you could start by calling me…..mom.” My eyes widened and I couldn’t help the smile that came across my face.

“Okay—mum.” She smiled and we both hugged each other.

“Now let’s get you downstairs and show your family how beautiful you are. Just wait till I give the announcement okay?” I nodded then she led me towards the stairs and told me to wait.

*3rd Person POV*

Roger, Deacy, Brian were all sitting on Gen’s couch. Gen and Dani were both on the love seat while Chrissie, Veronica and Dominique were sitting on the various chairs around the giant family living room. It was then Kelly came down the stairs and she said.

“Here comes the bride.” With that everyone stood up and slowly walking down the winder style staircase was (y/n) all ready looking like a bride. The girls who finally got to see all their hard work were stunned at how beautiful they had made this young 22 year old look.

But of course the people who were amazed the most were the three members of Queen. Deacy’s eyes filled with pure awe and he couldn’t help the wide, soft smile that came across his face. Brian bless him almost had tears in his eyes, to him it was like he was now looking at a bright star in the cosmos explode into a super nova dazzling the sky for all eternity.

And Roger—dear old Roger Taylor has always been the hard one to stump because he was always so confident, but now staring at this young girl whom he’s adopted as his own daughter from day one of meeting her just 4 years ago, he couldn’t believe that right here, right now she was already in a wedding dressed about to be given away to another man.

*My POV*

Coming down, everyone was in pure awe at me and I heard Chrissie say.

“Oh my god (y/n)…..look at you.”

“Is it vain of me to say I never wanna take this off?” The women all laughed softly and Veronica said.

“Jack is going to love you in this dress.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten this dress without you V. Thank you for helping me pick it out.” She smiled and lightly kissed my forehead and she wrapped an arm around my shoulder as she said to the guys, “Well boys, what do you think of your Rock Angel now?” They spoke not a word but their eyes were filled with tears and pure happiness.

“I usually never know what to say but now—there are just too many things to say and such little time to even say them.” Deacy stated as he stare at me lovingly. He came up to me and took my hands in his and he said, “To sum it up, you look absolutely perfect.” I softly laughed and said.

“Thanks Deacy, you look quite dapper yourself.” He brought my hands up to his lips and he kissed both my knuckles before gently guiding me over to Brian and Roger.

“We’ll meet you guys at Kelly’s. Don’t keep the bride to yourselves you overprotective dads. Don’t want Jack to be the one waiting at the altar.” Said Dominque eyeing each of they guys, especially Roger. Soon all the women left the house.

“Key’s under the mat, be sure you lock up before you all head over there.” Informed Gen as she was the last one to leave I nodded and told her we understood and soon she shut the door leaving me along with the guys.

“(Y/n)—I have seen everything regarding the cosmos and the wonders of space, but not even that compares to what lies in front of me right now. You truly are the fairest of them all. And no star can outshine you right now.”

“Brian stop you’re gonna make me cry.” I whined out which made the guys laugh as Brian cupped the side of my face and wiped away a tear that was about to fall. He leaned down and softly kissed the crown of my head and that’s when I finally turned towards Roger.

His lips were slightly parted and his eyes wide like he had seen a ghost or something as his eyes were locked onto me.

“You’re gonna catch flies if you keep your mouth hanging open like that Rog.” I teased. He shook his head as he softly chuckled. He then came up towards me, taking my hands in his softly swaying them back and forth before suddenly picking me up and spinning me around.

I let out a squeak before giggling madly as I buried my face into his golden mane. He set me back down and he immediately embraced me and he said.

“Had I known just how beautiful you’d look in a wedding dress, I would’ve locked you away in a tower and kept you to myself.”

“That wouldn’t have worked, I’d just scale down the tower and make it to my wedding.” I said which made him groan and me laugh softly. I separated enough from him just to look up at him and I asked him, “But seriously though do I look ridiculous and Brian and Deacy are just being nice to me just because I’m the bride?”

“Darling you—are an absolute vision. My little lioness cub is all grown up.”

“And you’re happy right?” He looked at me as if I had grown two heads but answered with a smile.

“Love I’m…..very happy.” He brought me back into his arms and held me. “And you should be too.”

“I am it’s just…..” I trailed off.

“Just what love?” asked Brian with a tilt of his head. Roger released me from his embrace but kept an arm wrapped around me as I spoke the truth.

“I know I shouldn’t be thinking of this, especially today but…..I still wished that there would be four people walking me down the aisle on my wedding day.” The boys instantly knew what I was talking about.

Even after what he had said, I could still hear Freddie speak about all the wedding plans he had in mind over a year ago when Jack and I were still just friends. He said that he knew what dress I should wear, how he’d do my hair, makeup, everything.

Claiming that he’d be the best Maid of Honor and know exactly what I would want for my big day.

“We know love. But he made up his mind, and he lost his chance when he said those things to you. Anyone who would say something like that to the future bride has no right to walk you down the aisle. But we’re here for you. Because we love you, and that will never, ever change. We’re a family, right till the end.” Roger said as he brought me close in a one armed hug and turned up my chin to look at him.

He smiled softly and leaned his forehead against mine as he lightly pecked my nose making me smile.

“Now there’s the smile of the bride we needed to see. And that smile better stay there till the end of the day.” Deacy said. I rolled my eyes playfully at him and that’s when the three of them put me at the center of a group hug.

“Thank you Brian, Deacy, Roger. You guys have—done more for me than I could possibly ever imagine. I’m proud to call you three my family, and to give me away to Jack.”

“We’re just happy that you came into our lives. We don’t know what we would’ve done had Jim hired someone else for that internship.” Said Brian as he lightly stroked down my hair as well as the two tier wedding veil that was pinned into my hair. After awhile of staying in the guys’ group hug, we all separated and Deacy asked me.

“You ready poppet?” I exhaled deeply and I said with a smile.

“Ready.” Deacy nodded then he headed for the door and opened it up while Brian took the first section of my veil and turned it over so that my face was now covered. Brian stood to my right while Roger was at my left and the two of them each held out their arm crooked out for me to take.

I quickly grabbed the bouquet and wrapped my arms around each of theirs and they escorted me out of the house and the second my dress was in the clear, Deacy shut the door and locked up Gen’s house with the key that she said she had.

When we arrived at the car, Roger opened the door for me and I got inside with their help of getting my dress inside and soon Roger came and sat beside me while Brian sat in the front passenger side and Deacy drove us to the Kline family ranch where the wedding and the reception would take place.

Within 25 minutes we arrived and you could already see cars and limos parked alongside the front of the house. We pulled right on in since the dive way had to be reserved for when the bride would arrive.

Deacy parked in the side garage of the Kline house and there stood Kelly and her husband and my future step father in law or I guess I should call him father in law since he’s been there for Jack since the beginning, Misha.

Deacy shut the car off and we all exited the car. Since this was America and cars were built differently, Brian opened my door and helped me out of the car while Deacy and Roger got out on their own.

Roger came around and helped Brian with me and once Misha saw me he said.

“Wow (y/n), you look beautiful.”

“Thank you Misha.”

“Everyone’s waiting for the bride. Just come through the kitchen and out into the backyard just like we rehearsed last night.” Kelly said. I nodded and soon my in laws left the garage leaving the boys and I alone once more.

I was helped up the stairs by Brian and we soon entered the kitchen. I exhaled once more and I said.

“Please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

“No love, it’s real.” Assured Deacy.

“Good, because I don’t wanna wake up from this.” I said happily. The boys smiled at me and they each got to their positions.

Roger would stand to my left, Brian to my right and Deacy just behind Roger with a hand on my shoulder.

*3rd Person POV*

All the guests sat on white chairs with the groom’s family on the right and the bride’s family and friends on the left, and a stake of four different colored roses being yellow, red, pink and white sat in a small basket hanging from the hooks of the stakes.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen were already standing at the side of the beautifully handmade archway with beautiful ferns hanging from the corners and sides of the archway.

There with the priest stood Jack in a light grey suit waiting to see his future bride walk down the aisle. Soon music began to start up.

Coming down the aisle first was John and Veronica’s daughter Laura who was the flower girl. She was all dolled up in her salmon pink dress and everyone awed at how adorable she was as she tossed down the flowers as she walked down the aisle. When she was done, she raced towards her mother who was standing as the Matron of honor.

The music then changed to a different tune. Instead of the traditional ‘here comes the bride’ theme, (y/n) and Jack agreed to have the song that both made them realize they were in love with each other, and that was a ballad version of ‘Somebody to love’.

Everyone stood up and turned towards the house and soon coming out from the opened kitchen doors was (y/n) being escorted by her brother and two fathers. When Jack saw (y/n) walking down the aisle, never had he thought he’d seen something so beautiful and he knew that she would always be the one he’d spend the rest of his life with.

(Y/n) stared at Jack with tears forming in her eyes but a wide smile was spread across her face through her veil. Once they reached the alter they stopped and Roger being the one who was more like a father to (y/n), took the front part of the veil and lifted it over (y/n)’s head and smoothed it out so that it now looked like a single long veil that reached passed her midback.

Roger cupped (y/n)’s face and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment like any other father would probably do at seeing his little girl getting married. He then stared at her lovingly with tears in his eyes as she now turned to Deacy.

As the brother of the bride, he hugged her before giving her a loving kiss on the cheek. He whispered to her.

“Congratulations sister dear.” Which made (y/n) smile. Finally she turned to Brian who cupped both sides of her face and stared deeply into her eyes. His blue eyes filled with tears of happiness as he leaned forward and kissed the one spot he always favored; her nose. He pressed his forehead against hers as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs before finally separating from her.

All three boys then turned to Jack and one by one starting with Deacy, they shook hands with the groom in one final acceptance as well as congratulations. Brian was next and he nodded to Jack and muttered to him.

“You’re a good man Jack, you best take care of her.”

“I will.” Jack whispered. Finally Roger stepped forward and the two shook a firm grip and spoke not a word, but in Roger’s eyes there was nothing but acceptance and pride.

The three members of Queen turned back towards (y/n) and they each held a hand out to her. (Y/n) raised out her right hand and they each took a hold of it; Roger taking the tips of her fingers, Brian around her palm and Deacy at her wrist and together the three of them placed her hand into Jack’s.

Once Jack had a grip of her hand, they were forced to let go and allow a new man to take care of her. But they knew she’d be in good hands.

It was then Brian, Roger and Deacy walked over to the groom’s side so that way they could walk with their wives back once the ceremony was over. Deacy stood as Best Man while Brian and Roger stood behind him.

Brian patted Roger’s back knowing how his friend was taking this. Roger did the same for Brian while Deacy stayed calm and collected but on the inside he was just bursting with emotion as he watched his sister now position herself in front of Jack.

*My POV*

I can’t believe it. I’m standing right here in a wedding dress in front of the man I love about to get married and become Mrs. (Y/n) Kline. Jack stared at me with eyes full of love and awe as the initiator finally spoke.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together Jack Kline and (Y/n) (l/n) in holy matrimony. Love transcends even the greatest of distance. And even from different countries, these two in the eyes of God were meant to find each other. As Mr. Kline and Ms. (l/n) have chosen to recite their own vows, we shall begin with the wife’s vows.” I turned towards Veronica who handed me a piece of paper all the while keeping a hand on Laura. I took the paper and turned towards Jack as I unfolded the paper to show the vows that I have poured my heart and soul into. I looked down at it and spoke.

“Jack Kline; for so long all I ever wanted was to one day find the love that my mother had found in my father. After their death, I thought that dream was gone forever. That my life would one day perish just like they did in the blink of an eye. But I guess my parents must still be watching over me, because a year ago at a club, they sent you to save me from the annoyance that is the press. And now here we are, with our future before us. And I know that I only wish to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my prince, my soulmate……my best friend.” I tried so hard to keep my tears at bay but I guess one must’ve slipped out because I soon felt Jack’s hand cup my face and wipe away my right cheek. I handed my vows to the priest and he turned to Jack.

“Jack Kline, your vows next.” Deacy then handed Jack a piece of paper but Jack didn’t unfold it. He merely gave it to the priest and Jack said.

“(Y/n) when I went to London, I thought I was just going because I needed an escape. But from the moment I saw you; I knew you were more than just the fame and fortune that came to your name. I found out that the Rock Angel was the sweetest, down to earth, caring yet strong and independent person. Every day with you over that last summer was an adventure, and now I am ready to take whatever new adventures the two of us embark together. And it doesn’t matter what happens because I am always going to love and be there for you no matter what. We may have our fights but I know we’ll pull through because that’s what we do. Because you are the melody to my harmony, my princess, my Rock Angel.”

I sniffled softly at hearing his vows and knowing that he didn’t even have to open his vows to read them, he just knew it like the words to a song.

“Now that the vows have been exchanged may we please have the rings?” We each turned towards our Matron of honor and Best Man and they handed us our rings then Jack and I turned back towards each other taking each other’s hands. “Do you, Jack Kline take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife. For richer, for poorer, to hold and to keep from now till forever. In sickness and in health till death do you part?”

“I do.” Jack answered as he placed my wedding ring on my finger.

“And do you (Y/n) (l/n) take this man as your lawfully wedded husband. For richer, for poorer, to hold and to keep from now till forever. In sickness and in health till death do you part?”

“I do.” I answered lovingly as I placed the wedding band on Jack’s finger. The two of us held hands with each other staring lovingly into each other’s eyes smiling happily.

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Kansas, it gives me great honor to pronounce you both; Husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Jack immediately cupped my face and we shared our first kiss as husband and wife.

The entire crowd cheered and applauded as Jack and I kept the kiss going. After what felt like eternity we separated and Jack picked me up and spun me around making me laugh joyously.

It was official. I was now (Y/n) Kline, wife of Jack Kline.

The reception then moved into the barn. It was all decorated with strings of warm lights and elegant tables all around with seating charts for the guests. Jack and I stood outside the barn kissing each other softly before we would enter inside.

“I can’t believe we’re finally married.” I stated in awe as Jack’s hands cupped my face and his thumb delicately stroked my cheek.

“Well best believe it baby, you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

“I’ll gladly take you over anyone else.” We kissed each other again. He tried to make the kiss more passionate but I stopped him and teased him, “Save that for the honeymoon sweetie, we’ve got a reception to go to.”

“Can’t we just bail out?” he whined.

“No, no we need pictures of the reception and I need my father-daughter dance with the boys. I didn’t bust my ass trying to convince Brian to dance with me for months on end to let it all go to waste just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants till we got to Capri.”

“Okay, okay fine. It’s just—you look so beautiful that I want to have all of this to myself for the rest of the day.”

“I know, you look quite dapper and really sexy in this gray suit. But come on, just a few more hours and then it’ll be just you and I for 8 whole weeks.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Mrs. Kline.”

“Mm I like the sound of that, Mr. Kline.” I said as I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine. After softly making out with each other for a few more minutes, we entered the barn and the minute everyone saw us, they applauded. We waved to them and arrived at our table and that’s when the Best Man and the Matron of Honor would give their speeches to the bride and groom.

As everyone sat down, Veronica first started up since John’s never really been one for starting up a speech. She lightly tapped her champagne glass and she was given a microphone by Jensen whom she thanked and she said.

“Test, test ohh okay can I have everyone’s attention for a moment, please? Thank you.” The place quietened down as Veronica gave her speech. “Now I may not have known her very long, but it’s felt like a lifetime ago that I first met (y/n) back way before she became known as the Rock Angel. But I knew from the moment I first met her, I knew she would be going places. And within just barely a year of knowing her, she’s become a rock legend for young women everywhere. She has a heart of gold and a powerful soul. You’ve become like the sister I’ve always wanted.” I smiled up at her and I reached out my hand and she took it as she continued, “Now you’re about to embark on an amazing adventure with the man who chose you out of every girl in the world, and I am so happy that he did. You both remind me so much of John and myself and I hope that you both last forever. To (Y/n) and Jack.”

“To (Y/n) and Jack!” the crowd toasted as they raised their glasses for the Matron of honor’s toast. It was then Deacy stood up and he said.

“Well I’m not as good with public speaking, nor can I ever top my lovely wife whenever she speaks in general.” That got a few soft laughs as Veronica playfully shook her head at her husband. Deacy softly laughed and said, “When I first met (y/n), I knew in a second that she would be worth something special. Not only can she match my sassy attitude, but she’s helped me come out of my shell even more than I thought I could. And it was that moment I knew we had that connection with each other, and I said to myself ‘no man is ever gonna be good enough for my little sister’. But then…..a year ago this young man Jack Kline came along in her life, and I’ll admit I like those two over there,” gesturing towards Brian and Roger, “Wanted to take this boy and interrogate him for a week in order to make sure he was good enough for our girl. But as I got to know him, he’s a genuine, talented and a great guy that I am honored to call not only my apprentice, but as a friend.”

Deacy and Jack looked to each other and he continued,

“And when I began to notice the way he started looking at her, much like my lovely wife mentioned; it was like seeing myself and Veronica all over again. I knew they’d eventually had to end up together, and I can’t think of any two people more meant for each other than the two people sitting next to me.” I looked up at my brother as Jack and I held hands with each other. “To the bride and groom. May you both remain together forever.”

“To the bride and groom!” everyone raised their glasses once more and we all downed our champagne glasses.

After the toasts, I got up from my seat and took Jack’s hand. I then escorted him onto the platform stage at the far end of the barn. Brian, Deacy, and Roger came up on the stage and Brian helped me up onto the stage and I tapped the microphone at the piano and tapped on it and said.

“Okay hope this works, is it too loud? Or have I made you all deaf?” They all gave me the all good clearance and I said. “Good, good. Umm. First of all I want to thank you all for coming on this beautiful day to our wedding.” I then turned my attention to Jack who stood beside me at the piano, “Jack, my prince charming. No other words can describe for what the future will hold for us. But what I do know, is that I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. To share a million hopes with you, a million adventures with you, a million dreams with you.”

I then turned to Brian who was sitting on a stool with his 12 strong acoustic, Roger who was at the drums and Deacy who had borrowed one of the cellos from the orchestra players of Jack’s church orchestra.

First Deacy began to slowly play the cello and then Brian began strumming the guitar of the song the guys helped me make back in London and I played the first three notes of the piano and I stared up at Jack as I began to sing my song dedicated to him for our wedding.

I called it; “A Million Dreams”.

*Me*

I close my eyes and I can see

A world that's waiting up for me

That I call my own

Through the dark, through the door

Through where no one's been before

But it feels like home

As the song began to pick up, Roger came in with a steady and gentle beat of the drums. And then by the time of the chorus, my voice went up in volume as the three instruments began to pick up the speed with the chorus.

My eyes not leaving Jack’s once as I sang into the microphone and I took his hand with mine stroking the back of his palm.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

They can say, they can say I've lost my mind

I don't care, I don't care, if they call me crazy

We can live in a world that we design

'Cause every night, I lie in bed

The brightest colors fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all its gonna take

Oh, a million dreams

For the world we're gonna make

Now the piano bit really started to come in for this verse so I took over for majority of the second verse with the piano, while the guys came in on their cues.

*Me*

There's a house we can build

Every room inside is filled

With things from far away

Special things I compile

Each one there to make you smile

On a rainy day

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy

They can say, they can say we've lost our minds

See, I don't care, I don't care if they call us crazy

Run away to a world that we design

Roger came in on the 2nd chorus and just like we had rehearsed, he went up in his high, raw range while I kept to my well-known low mezzo alto rang. Our voices blending together in perfect harmony. And like I had finally clicked and debated when I first started writing the song, on the word “take” I stayed down while Roger went up on the word.

*Roger and I*

'Cause every night, I lie in bed

The brightest colors fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all its gonna take

*Me*

Oh, a million dreams

For the world we're gonna make

It was then I stood up from the piano and wrapped my arms around Jack while Brian now sat at the piano and took over for me.

Allowing Jack and I to have our bride and groom dance.

Jack smiled and stepped off the stage in tune with the music and by the “share your dreams with me” line of the song, Jack gently picked me up by the waist taking me off the stage and down to the dance floor.

The two of us waltzed around the entire open space as I kept singing my song, not once stopping for a second and keeping in time with both my song and our dance. Jack twirled me around so that my back was touching his chest his arms wrapped around me as I kept hold of his hands and the two of us side-stepped forward.

There gentle lifts in the air, a two step waltz before we came together and I spun out of his arms and continued to softly spin, my wedding dress luckily with its ballroom like shape lifted up when it needed to on the spins allowing me to not trip over my dress.

*Me*

However big, however small

Let me be part of it all

Share your dreams with me

We may be right, we may be wrong

But I wanna bring you along to the world I see

To the world we close our eyes to see

We close our eyes to see

Jack caught me in his arms allowing me to stop spinning. I leaned up against him my back to his chest as his arms wrapped around my waist and my head rested near his shoulder as we stared into each other’s eyes.

Just before the start of the final chorus, I twirled out of Jack’s arms but my left hand remained in his right and like a ballet dancer I posed with my right arm extended upwards.

Our danced picked up once more with dancing around each other, keeping our hands locked together as we waltzed some more. He brought me into his arms before allowing me to spin outwards but I stopped just as our fingertips were about to separate from each other while my right arm was extended outwards in front of me.

Every night, I lie in bed

The brightest colors fill my head

A million dreams are keeping me awake

I think of what the world could be

A vision of the one I see

A million dreams is all its gonna take

For the final part of the dance, Jack spun me back towards him and our hands joined together as we held onto each other as the two of us began spinning around and around in a circle. We never once broke apart as we spun faster and faster and even when Jack moved his hands to my waist and I held my hands up in the air as I belted out that last note proudly.

By the end of the song, Jack brought me close to him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, our foreheads touching together and our noses grazing each other’s as I smiled and sung out the last line.

A million dreams

For the world we're gonna make

As the last notes of the guitar was played, Jack and I leaned close and gently kissed each other with pure love, while the whole barn erupted with cheers and applause. Whistles were blown out specifically from Jensen and Jared, and as I turned toward the stage Roger, Deacy and Brian clapped and smiled down at Jack and me. I smiled back at them and Jack and I gestured towards the boys and they took a bow for their performance.

Soon everyone got the chance to dance with their partners and after a couple more dances with Jack as the bride and groom, now came time for the “Father-daughter” dance for the bride and her father, or in my case fathers and brother.

First up was Brian. He came up to me and like the gentleman he was, held out his hand for me and asked.

“May I cut in?” Jack nodded in acceptance and stepped aside allowing Brian and I to stand face to face with each other. I took his hand and we got into position while everyone cleared the dance floor and soon playing through the speakers was Kenny Roger’s “Through the years”.

Brian and I chose this song because like the lyrics say, both of us had taught each other something in life. He had taught me how to be more self-confident and to not listen to the dark voices in my head, he taught me how to be a better guitar player and song-writer, and together we both taught each other that it’s okay to not be okay.

Sometimes Brian had his dark days and I was there to help him through it when he was going through a rough patch with gentle snuggles and warm hugs.

The 2nd chorus is what really drew the song for us. With all that’s happened these past several months since March, we needed each other now more than ever and there would be some good and bad times head but so long as we’re together we were gonna be okay.

By the end of the song, everyone applauded and Brian cupped my face and kissed my nose gingerly as he stroked my cheekbones with his thumbs ever so gently.

He then took my hand and held it out and soon taking it was Deacy. Brian soon stepped aside and now Deacy and I got into position one. My arm wrapped around his back and soon our song “Here comes the sun” by The Beatles came up on the speakers.

Since this was a brother-sister dance we both agreed to not let the song be too mushy cause I would get enough of that from Roger and Brian and I didn’t want to cry so much at my wedding.

So one day while I was at his house visiting the kids, I was playing with Laura when I heard John in the kitchen who was preparing lunch for his munchkin army, whistling the song. I bopped my head along and then right at the time the song would begin I softly muttered the song while still playing dolls with Laura.

Deacy turned towards me and I looked toward him the two of us staring at each other in silence before he resumed whistling and I sung the next verse of the song.

After lunch while the kids played out in the backyard, the two of us played his Abbey Road record right to the song and as we listened to it, we turned to each other grinning at each other and as two born and bred Leicestershire Brits we knew this was our song choice for the wedding and we practiced our dance but agreed to not tell anyone our song until the wedding.

And here we are now. My head leaning against his shoulder as I softly hummed along to the song.

Then out of nowhere I actually got to hear for the first time Deacy actual sing in my ear. It was around the start of the 3rd verse, now it wasn’t as raw as Roger’s, strong as Freddie’s or melodic as Brian’s but it had that low, steady range.

Of course there were some small cracks in his voice as he softly sang, but it just made it more special because never did I think would I ever hear Deacy sing.

But it was here on my wedding day that I got to hear his voice, his real voice without the overpowers of the other members of Queen.

Once the song reached the end, everyone clapped and Deacy bowed to me like a gentleman and kissed the back of my palm before hugging me to which I immediately hugged him back.

“I’m never gonna let you live this down singing to me Deacy, you know that right?” I whispered to him.

“Just don’t push it sweetheart.” He whispered back before pecking my cheek and went off to find Veronica.

As the reception progressed on, I started to wonder where the hell Roger was. He was supposed to come right up after Deacy for our father-daughter dance but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I asked Dominique if she had seen him but she told me he slipped out during my dance with Brian.

I began to worry that he had ditched the dance or something, either that or he’s probably already shitfaced by now. God I knew I should’ve told the bartender to give him a limit.

“You okay baby?” I turned to see Jack coming up to me.

“Honestly Jack, not so good. Please tell me you know where Roger is.”

“Sorry hadn’t seen him since he performed our first wedding song.”

“Oh god,” I groaned as I sat down at one of the tables. “Today of all the times during my wedding he chooses now to ditch and probably get shitfaced and shag another woman probably.”

“Now hold on I wouldn’t go saying that. Maybe him and Jensen are out in the back having a long smoke break, you know those two are practically twins with the way they are.”

“Yeah. But I just wish that—”

“Umm excuse me can I please have everyone’s attention?” Roger’s voice soon came out from the speakers. I turned around and low and behold there stood Roger on stage with Brian, Deacy and Jensen.

Everyone began to quiet down as their attention turned to Roger. As Brian and Deacy grabbed their guitar and bass respectively and Jensen went behind the drum set, Roger spoke once again.

“Thank you. I promise you all can go back to drinking or snogging later I just need to make this one quick announcement. It may only have been just 4 short years ago but (y/n); You’ve come such a long way from the day I first saw you at that piano, and you have grown into such a beautiful young woman, and an inspiration to everyone around you. And I couldn’t be more proud of everything you’ve accomplished in life at such a young age. On this day; you’ve reached the highest milestone one can achieve. The man you’ve got sitting right beside you, he’s a good man. And I cannot imagine someone being worthy of you than Jack Kline.” At that point the guests all clapped and I smiled softly as Jack wrapped an arm around me and kissed my temple.

He put the microphone back in the holder and adjusted the stand to his height and he turned over to Deacy and nodded once. Deacy nodded back and first sound checked his bass before finally doing a familiar three note bassline.

Ba-da-dum. Ba-da-dum. Ba-da-dum.

Brian then came in on the guitar making his red special make that twang sound and I knew right away what song was about to be sung. Jensen soon began to play the drums as Roger then began singing “My Girl” by the Temptations.

*Roger*

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it's cold outside

I've got the month of May

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

*Roger (Brian, Deacy, Jensen)*

My girl (my girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)

He hopped off the stage and walked towards Jack and I and held out his hand as he kept singing. With a teary smile I just stared at him and took his hand as he helped me up and gave me a gentle twirl before bringing me close as the two of us began our Father-Daughter dance.

By the chorus I was now standing practically chest to chest with him as he stared into my eyes singing my dad’s song to me. I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck and just stare back at him with tears filling my eyes.

*Roger*

I've got so much honey

The bees envy me

I've got a sweeter song

Than the birds in the trees

Well I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

*Roger (Brian, Deacy, Jensen)*

My girl (my girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)

*Roger*

Ooh

At the short instrumental break while Bri, Deacy and Jens did their little vocalization, Roger whispered to me.

“I love you so much my lion cub.” I choked out a laugh as tears were streaming down my face and I buried my face into his shoulder as he kissed my cheek before resuming the song.

As he came to the end of the song, he’d lift my chin up and wipe away my tears and was singing as his forehead was leaning against mine.

*Brian, Deacy, Jensen*

Hey, hey, hey

*Roger (Brian, Deacy, Jensen)*

Oooo yeah.

I don't need no money,

Fortune, or fame (ooh)

I've got all the riches baby

One man can claim

Well I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl (my girl, my girl)

Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl)

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

With my girl (My girl)

(Talkin' 'bout my girl my girl)

I've even got the month of May

With my girl (My girl, woah)

Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout

Talkin’ ‘bout my girl (my girl, woah)

As everyone applauded, I couldn’t help but cry happy tears. Of course Roger wiped them away and I said to him.

“Thank god you went with My Girl rather than Happy birthday.” He smiled and said.

“C’mon love did you really think I’d pick that song for our father-daughter dance?”

“But why this song? I thought you hated songs like that because they were too disco for you?”

“I did, but then I remember you telling me that your dad would sing this to you when you were a little girl. Thought he would’ve wanted this song to be sung at your wedding.” I looked at him surprised.

“Roger. I told you that like 4 years ago when I was still Jim’s intern, how is it that you remember that?”

“When it comes to you love, I remember everything.” He said as he stroked my cheek. I looked at him ready to cry all over again as I whimpered.

“Oh dad, I love you!” I hugged him as tight as I could and he gladly hugged me back and said in my ear.

“I love you too my proud lioness.” I felt him kiss the side of my head as he kept me in his arms for a little while longer.

For the rest of the reception it was filled with nothing but love and happiness. Jack and I got to cut the cake together, and of course we had to tease each other as he playfully wiped a piece of frosting on my nose to which I retaliated and wiped a bigger bit of frosting across his cheek.

Hundreds of pictures were taken with family members; each picture being mixed up with various people in each pic like for example one picture was just with my and the boys, then me and Jack. Or Jack with the boys and me with his mum.

The bouquet and garter were each thrown and the lucky lady to catch the bouquet was none other than Deacy’s daughter Laura with the help of Veronica, and the garter was caught by Jared’s son 7 year old son Thomas with the help of his dad.

By nightfall all the guests had cleared out of the farm leaving Jack’s parents, my boys, their wives and children. Robert, Laura and Veronica were doing the last ribbon details on the back of Jack’s impala which read on the back window the famous.

JUST MARRIED!!

Jack and I came up to the car and we each said goodbye to our family and they bid us goodbye and for us to have a good honeymoon. Jack got in the driver’s seat and I got in the passenger seat and we both waved goodbye as Jack revved his engine.

Soon we drove off into the night.

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