5sos interracial preferences ❋ imagines

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

[A/N: This title is so stupid, I cant even 😂 but anyway, this is gonna be a bit different (the black 5sos fam is different so wym?) and I hope you enjoy, my melanin babes! Btw, G/Y/D means "Girl You Dislike". And also, her eyes are gonna be green lolololololololol Xoxo]

Ashton:
*His Pov*

I was on a date with my beautiful girlfriend, G/Y/D for our one year anniversary. We were out at dinner, and we both held the menu, scanning for a good choice. As the waiter scribbled down our orders, I looked up at G/Y/D and smiled.

The waiter swiftly took our menus after our order, and she rested her chin in her hands as she batted her eyelashes at me.

"You're such a babe," she smiled, giggling like crazy.

I pulled her in and pecked her lips, and my hands felt for hers, but she bagged them away, suddenly losing eye contact. She was staring past me, her eyes filling with a sudden want as she completely blocked me out.

"G/Y/D?" I questioned suddenly, earning no answer in return.

I turned around in my seat to see who she was gazing at, only to find a fine looking young man grinning right back at her.

I faced G/Y/D and frowned, feeling furious.

"Really, G/Y/D?" I almost yelled.

She looked at me and held my hands in her own. The look coming from both of her green eyes told me everything about what she was thinking, and about what she was going to say.

"I've been wondering..." she started, "how do you still feel about having an open relationship?"

I threw her hands off of me in disgust, standing up in my seat. "I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm going to be in the bathroom if you need me," I growled.

I stormed off, my anger and sadness colliding. I gave her so many chances, I told her how I felt, hoping she would change. But no; still the same G/Y/D I met from outside that club a year ago.

The moment flooded back to me in a flash. I realized everything we had going was never there; we were just two different people.

When I walked into the bathroom, I saw a man, pinning a gorgeous black woman against the wall. She was dressed fancy, and so was he, hinting that they had been here for a romantic dinner. Her makeup was streaming down her face as he growled to her. I noticed bruises all over her perfect brown body, and my eyes trailed up to the arm that was firmly gripped on her arm.

"Leave if you want," he said to her, "I will always find you!"

She flinched at his very words. I was quite sure that the both of them didn't notice me, and the bathroom was entirely empty besides the three of us.

"I will hurt you even more than I already have if you try running off like that again!" He said between gritted teeth, pressing himself against her even more.

Finally, he slowly turned his head and looked at the reflection in the mirror of me standing there, looking shocked.

He spoke to the mirror, still looking at my reflection, "Is there a problem?"

My eyes wandered over to the girl, and she wiped her eyes, sniffling as she tried her hardest to act tough and not fazed, as if it was something she was taught for when people walked in on her being abused. She looked at me as if she was trying to tell me that it wasn't my battle to fight, but I couldn't help it.