I REALLY WANT 5SOS, THE VAMPS AND MCFLY TO DO A TOUR TOGETHER AND THE BEST THING IS THAT IT’S ACTUALLY TOTALLY POSSIBLE
5SOS - 03/04/2014 - London (x)
THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING LIKE IF YOU SPEAK ITALIAN JUST LISTEN TO WHAT HE SAYS LIKE IT THE MOST ADORABLE SHIT IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. HE SAYS SPAIN AND AND AND AND HE SAYS TO MEET YOU ALL IM SO HAPPY I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY
he needed his glasses, the cute lil shit!
First of all, thank you so much for the compliment and sending me a request. I really appreciate both of those things (: However, I really don’t feel very comfortable writing this imagine due to its triggering content. I would feel absolutely terrible if I either a.) contributed to some of you lovely people’s sadness at thinking of one of our boys doing this to themselves or b.) caused one of you to think of harming yourselves. You’re all wonderful people and I would hate to hurt any of you in any fashion. So, if it is okay with you, I’m going to refrain from writing this. I love you all. x
5 Seconds of Summer perform on stage at Shepherds Bush Empire on March 3rd, 2014 in London, United Kingdom
You flip the manila envelope over and over in your hand as you slouch deeper into the small metal chair outside of the café. You’re waiting on your husband’s arrival from band practice. Today was supposed to be the best day of your lives, the day you found out if the recent morning sickness and voracious eating habits were hints at what you two have been trying to accomplish for the past two years. You feel tears prick at the back of your eyes just with the thought of breaking the news to Ashton. He’s always had dreams of being a daddy. He told you from day one that his first dream was having kids with the woman he loves, and his second would be travelling the world. You swallow hard, feeling the cool breeze off of the bay alongside you cool the stagnant tears in your eyes. By God, you broke down in the Doctor’s office in front of all those nurses. It wasn’t little tears either, it was wailing hacking sobs. You feel so useless, what purpose can you serve Ashton if you can’t even give him what he wants from life? What if he leaves you for someone who can? You press the palms of your chilly hands into your puffy eyes until you begin to see colors and patterns. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “Hey baby,” the metal chair scrapes the concrete across from you, “How’s mommy doing today? Still suffering from the sickness?” You swallow hard and choke down the acrid feeling in your throat, “I’m fine.” You hear the ruffling of a plastic menu in front of you and humming. “Have you ordered yet?” You look up at Ashton and he smiles at you expectantly. However, after a swift scan of your face, his falls, “A-are you okay, dear?” You pull your quivering lower lip into your mouth and slide the envelope across the table to him. Ashton’s multicolored orbs look over the paper, a small frown on his face as he skims the label with your Gynecologist’s name on it, “We can try again, you know? We can keep trying and trying, it’s not a big deal, baby. We have our whole lives to have a little Irwin. Please don’t cry.” You shake your head, your hair falling into your eyes as you press your trembling hand to your forehead, “Just open it, Ashton.” He undoes the metal prongs, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he removes the yellow sheet of paper. He reads it and you can see his face fall even more as he continues down the typed report. His eyes flit to you, “What does this—“ “It’ll never happen, Ash. I can’t have children,” The words come out in small hiccups and you curse yourself for seeming so weak. He shakes his head, “N-no, that’s not right. We were so sure, you showed all the signs in that book we bought. All of them!” You groan, “I wanted it so bad, Ashton. I wanted so badly to make you happy, I must have tricked my mind into thinking that it was true. I’m so sorry.” You look out over the bay, watching a seagull swoop down and snag a fish out of the water. The tears begin streaming down your face for the fifth, maybe sixth, time today. Ashton reaches across the table and takes your hand, “It’ll be okay, baby. We’ll find a way. We can… can adopt! We can adopt a little underprivileged baby and give it a life, it’ll be perfect. The nursery will be bustling and you…” You pull back, “It won’t be our baby, Ash. Isn’t that what you wanted? You want a child with curly hair like yours and eyes like mine? That’s what you’ve been babbling about since before our wedding night, and I can’t give that to you.” You press your hand to your mouth, wishing those words hadn’t left your lips. The chair is pushed out and you silently hope he’ll leave, go drown his sorrows at some bar and leave you to yours. It would be easier than facing the music that you’ve crushed his hopes and dreams. “Baby,” Ashton’s face appears in your vision as he kneels before you. You look up at the sky, trying to avoid his searching gaze, “Please look at me, sweetheart.” His tone is imploring and you tilt your chin back down to him. He reaches up and cups your cheek, “Yes, I want a baby more than anything, but first and foremost, I want my wife to be safe and happy. I didn’t marry you for you to whip up a child like a cake, I married you because I love you.” He brushes away your tears. “No, Ash,” You croak, “Don’t say that. You dreamed—“ “Of being with the woman I love,” He stops your words with his mouth, “and we will make this work. No matter what happens. Hell, we can hire a surrogate and have that baby if it will make you happy. We have each other, the rest is moot.” You lean down and connect your lips to one another. Maybe you can make this work.
Aw, aw, aw. Send me requests?
This is probably going to get quoted in every publication just because I said it. And I’m not even saying anything. I’m not talking about my films, I’m not talking about my life, and I’m not talking about the world. And yet, the media will print it simply because I said it. And at this moment in time, I bet there is an artist around the corner of this hotel, on the street, with a mind far beyond ours, but we will never listen to him simply because he has not appeared in a movie. And that is what is fucked up about our culture.
If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?
So, while I am at school you guys can totally send me as many imagine requests as you want and within this week and next I will attempt to go through all of them and give you as many as possible. No personals, domestic violence, or smut, please.
Okie dokie, send ‘um HERE.
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