A/N: Wow, this is a long one. Thank you to saildontsink for requesting! Requests are still open and welcome! Y/M/N= Your Mom’s Name
Ash: You were scrolling through Twitter, reading some of the tweets that fans had sent you. Since you and Ash had gone public, they had been less than accepting- meaning lots of hate had come your way. You were snuggled in to the corner of the couch, tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill over. “Honey, I’m hooome!” Ash called as he walked in the door. You quickly locked your phone and wiped the few tears that had fallen, putting on your best happy act so as not to worry Ash. “Hey, babe!” you called out. He sauntered into the living room, freezing as he saw your current state. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he rushed over and sat next to you. “I’m fine,” you lied, audibly sniffing. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as he unlocked the phone in your hands. His face tightened, and he set your phone back on the table and turned to face you. “Y/n, what they’re saying isn’t true. You’re gorgeous and amazing and I just don’t understand how they couldn’t love you just as much as I do.” You looked up into his eyes. “You love me?” He giggled. “Well, yeah, how could I not?” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your nose.
Cal: Cal had dragged you to a club, much to your protest. “Cal, you know I hate clubs. The noise, the people…” you sighed. “But Y/nnn,” he drug your name out. “It’ll be funnnn. We can dance, and there’ll be good music.” You slightly raised your eyebrows at the mention of music, but shook your head. “There’ll be fooood,” he whispered in your ear. You grunted. “Fiiiine. But you’re buying me a burger, Hood.” He laughed. “Deal.” ~~~le magical time passes~~~ You stood in the middle of the floor, trying your best to get into this whole clubbing thing. You danced and swayed your hips. “I’ll go get us some drinks,” Cal said, leaving you to yourself. “But Cal-” you began to protest, but were cut off by a deep voice behind you. “Hey gorgeous, what’s a girl like you doing alone in a place like this, hm?” he placed his hands on your waist, which you quickly slapped away, turning to face him. “I have a boyfriend, thank you.” The man’s eyebrows raised. “Well, he doesn’t have to know, does he?” Suddenly you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. “He already does. Now get lost,” Calum growled from behind you. “What’re you gonna do about it?” the man slurred. Calum released your shoulder and walked up to the man, fisting his shirt in his hand and pulling him closer to his face. “Believe me, you don’t want to know what I’ll do. Now get out of here, before I show you.” Calum released him and he scurried off into the depths of the club he slithered out from. Cal turned to you. “I’m sorry babe, I shouldn’t have left you here. Do you want to go?” You looked up at him, knowing he still wanted to have fun there. “No, we can stay. But don’t you dare leave me again.” He laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Of course,” he said.
Luke: You were prone to panic attacks when you got very stressed out or upset, so Luke would always be on guard if he noticed things were getting out of hand. One day, you two were in the mall, when a mob of fans came rushing up to Luke. Luke, being the guy he is, greeted them nicely, but kept a close eye on you. You began to feel like things were closing in on you, and you could feel a panic attack coming on, but you didn’t want to pull Luke away from his fans, so you quietly slipped away to the nearest store and hid in the bathrooms. Luke turned to check on you, only to realize that you were gone. “Y/N!” he shouted. He excused himself from the crowd and frantically looked around. He ran into the store you had retreated into, asking the clerk if she had seen you. She directed him to you, and he ran inside. “Y/N?” he said loudly. You were crouched down in the largest stall, huddled in the corner trying to calm yourself down. He pushed through the door and knelt down next to you. “Y/N, sweetheart, I’m right here. Nothing’s going to hurt you, okay? You’re gonna be fine, I’m right here, it’s okay. Look at me, love.” You raised your head to meet his gaze. “It’s gonna be okay, babe. It’s just you and me, okay?” You crashed against him as he opened his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist as he did the same to you. After a bit, you had calmed down. “Better, sweetheart?” he asked you. “Y-yeah,” you whispered, taking a few deep breaths. He stood and helped you up, grabbing you hand. “Do you want to go home?” he asked. “Actually, can we go to Build a Bear?” you asked, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, giggling when he began to laugh. “Yeah, sure thing,” he replied, guiding you out of the store and over to the Build a Bear Workshop. You two had a fantastic day, despite the earlier events, and he never let go of your hand once.
Mikey: Your mother had always been pretty harsh on you. She was one of those parents that believed in “prepping their kids for the real world”, and you knew the things that she said were never meant badly, but they still tended to sting. You had decided that for her birthday, you would invite your family over to you and Mikey’s house for dinner. You were in cooking school, and were really excited to show your family some of your new recipes. You had told your family beforehand what you were planning, and everyone was very excited. You set the meal on the table for your family and took a seat next to Mikey. “Um, Y/n?” your mother asked. You winced, knowing what was coming, and looked up. “Yes, mom?” She looked at the plate you had placed in front of her. “What exactly… is this?” You swallowed and replied, “It’s creamy pesto with shrimp.” She looked at you. “Why is the pasta green?” Your dad leaned over and whispered, “It’s just the color of the sauce, Y/M/N.” Your mom squinted at the plate. “It looks… strange. Kind of gross..” You apologized under your breath. Mikey cleared his throat. “I think it looks delicious, sweetheart,” he said to you, casting a small glare at your mother. You grinned. The rest of your family complimented you as well. Your father convinced your mother to try a bite, and she hummed. “Well, I suppose I was wrong. This is delicious. I apologize, Y/n.” You smiled in content, looking up at Mikey, who gave you a small grin and squeezed your knee.