#carlix

Day 10: sleep over

me and oomf wrote about carlix sleep over a while ago and i think it’s reasonable and perfect to send it in today’s prompt

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77139351

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77207016

Day 6: second favourite pair

“ あ~カーラ！”

what i gave:

what i got back:

Anthony slipped on his beaten Vans before grabbing his rooms keys and heading out the door. Walking down the hall, he made a quick stop by Luke’s room to grab his lookalike a new change of clothes. This hospital visit started off as a trip to visit his best friend, but now he had two people to visit. He hated finding out about his brother through one of his worst enemies, but he was just relieved that someone had told him in the first place. After grabbing the boy a change of clothes, he headed out the main doors. Climbing in his car, the boy made a speedy drive down to the nearest fast food restaurant. After collecting food for the two people who meant the most to the Aussie boy, Anthony once again made his way outside to his car. Driving as quickly as possible, he made his way to the hospital for what will probably end up being the worst night of his life. Nothing drove Anthony more insane than the fact that two people he’d give up the world for were laying in a hospital bed; both of them he could’ve lost. Wiping away a few stray tears, the tattoo covered boy pulled into the parking lot, and stepped out of the vehicle. Walking into the Emergency side of the building with the food in hand, Anthony slowly made his way up to the front desk. Asking for his brothers room, the lady quickly told him a room number, and he was on his way. Something about a hospital made his nerves go crazy, especially when there was a real reason he was here; and there were two.

Reaching his brothers room, he knocked softly, before letting himself in. His eyes darted to the boy laying in the bed, and let a weak smile spread across his lips. “H-Hey, bubba..” Stepping inside he made his way to the bedside, and took the seat next to the bed. “How’re you feeling?” He sat with his brother for a long while, as he listened to him talk about what had happened, and how he is now. After finally being convinced he was okay, and that he was going to be allowed to go home anytime soon. Remembering the food he had brought, he dug through the bag before setting two burgers on his brothers lap. “And I’ll leave your clothes on this chair, okay?” Standing up, he placed the boys fresh clothes on the once occupied chair. Smiling down at his brother, Anthony placed a kiss to the top of his head, “I love you, and I’ll see you back at the house, okay?” Turning around and walking towards the door, he pulled the door open, and peered back at his brother once more. “I mean it, I want to see you as soon as you walk through the front doors.. and don’t make me find out from Calum again, because that made me feel like a piece of shit.” Waving slightly, he stepped out of his brothers room, and closed the door softly behind him.

After finding out that his brother, his everything, had ended up hurting himself over something that he had told him to do; Ashton had went into a panic. He didn’t know what to do with himself anymore, he was completely lost and confused. Receiving the messages he had been only put the curly headed boy into more of a frantic state. Jumping from his bed quickly the hazel eyed boy shouted a goodbye to Calum before racing out the door. Stopping by the main bathroom he gathered different supplies he thought he might need based on the situation at hand. As he kept getting messages from the man, Ashton let a tear roll down his cheeks. He told him that he wouldn’t let anything hurt him, but Ashton had forgot about one problem; himself. He never realized how much he had been hurting his lookalike until this very moment. Forgetting for a moment what he was suppose to be doing the drummer had zoned out into his own little world for a good fifteen minutes, thinking about how selfish he had been. “Shit..” He cursed himself when he shook his head coming back into his nightmare that was sadly reality. Lifting himself from the ground, he gripped onto the counter so tight that his knuckles started to go white. Staring in the mirror at his own reflection, he spit at it, “You piece of shit..”