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Halloween

Ashton:

"I got us matching costumes," Ashton speaks from the doorway of the bedroom you two share in the apartment you share.

You turn, bursting into laughter as he holds up a costume of bread with peanut butter spread on top of it, and a costume of bread with jelly spread on top of it.

"Yas Ash yas," you yell.

"I dibs on jelly!" Ashton yells.

"Aw," you pout.

"You jelly?" Ashton smirks, cracking up at his own joke.

"Shut up Ash, you aren't funny."

Luke:

"Luke what are we going trick or treating as?" You stand in the doorway of the bedroom, where Luke lays on the bed scrolling through Twitter.

He glances up at you.

"I didn't know we were going. Aren't we a little too old for that?" He asks.

You scoff, reaching into the laundry basket you were holding and pulling out a dirty pair of boxers. You throw it at him and it lands on his face.

He pulls it off and throws it to the side.

"One, you're never too old to go trick or treating. And two, free candy," you hold your hand up like 'stop'.

"Whatever floats your boat, Y/N," he mumbles, turning back to his Twitter.

"Great idea! We'll be boats!"

Calum:

"Our costumes are ready," your eight year old daughter, Juniper, announces as she walks into the living room dressed as a washing machine.

"You look so cute," you coo from where you sit next to Calum, your husband and the father of your three children.

"Mommy dirty laundry is supposed to smell. Why don't I smell?" Your five year old daughter, Alana, walks into the room sniffing her costume as a dirty laundry basket.

"Because it's clean, you're just acting like you're dirty," you smile at her.

"So who's taking us?" Your ten year old son, Blake, walks into the room as a dryer.

You exchange looks with Calum, neither of you wanting to walk that much just to have the kids complain about how they don't like the candy they got, or how they're cold, or how their costumes uncomfortable.

"Nose goes!" You yell before tapping your nose.

"Not fair, you didn't count down!" Calum argues, pulling your hand down from your nose.

"I went last year," you make an excuse.

"But I was on tour last year!" Calum whines.

"Exactly! So go spend time with your kids," you push him off the couch and towards the three waiting children.

"Bye kids! And Calum," you yell as they walk out the front door.

Calum turns back to shoot you an evil look.

"Bring me back some Reese's!"

Michael:

"Michael don't break her."

"Oh shit! Why's she crying?"

"Maybe because you practically forced the hat onto her head?"

"I wanted it to stay on."

"She's getting louder, Michael, calm her down or I will."

"No, no, I got it. My little cupcake's okay. Hee hee, get it?"

"I get it, Michael."

You stare at the sight in front of you, your boyfriend dressed up as a vampire while holding your nine month old daughter, Bridget, who you dressed up as a cupcake.

1) So I know it's more than a week past Halloween but oh well
2) The costumes should be to the side. If they aren't then I'm sorry, because I'm using the new Wattpad thing where you're supposed to be able to upload a photo from your camera roll onto your story