luke has physically changed so much like it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even look like the same person anymore??? but sometimes i’ll look at him and he’ll make a facial expression or something and i’ll get a glimpse of 2013/2014 luke and it’s shocking because it’s actually hard for me to remember that he’s the same person??? how has his appearance changed so drastically??? is that normal???? send help???
You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.
You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.
At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.
Ashton: Hearing footsteps softly coming towards the kitchen, you sigh. You hadn’t meant to wake him up, really. A very sleepy looking Ashton leans against the kitchen doorframe, frowning when he sees you. “Can’t sleep again?” He asks, yawning a little. “Go back to bed, I’ll be okay.” He shakes his head. “Baby, you need to see a doctor or something. This is like, the fourth night you’ve had trouble sleeping.” He pauses, then his eyes widen. “Is it… is it me?” He asks. “What? No, Ash, it’s not you. I just can’t fall asleep.” You assure him, walking over. He pulls you into a light hug, resting his forehead against your own. “Then what? Tell me, so I can help.” You sigh. “There’s honestly nothing wrong.” You say. Ashton walks over and starts to make coffee. “What are you doing?” You ask. “If you can’t sleep, I’ll stay awake with you until you can.” You smile a little. “Ashton, go back to bed. You’re tired.” Ashton frowns again. “Yeah, but I can’t sleep if you’re not there. The bed gets cold.” He says. You walk over and wrap your arms around him. “How about we just go cuddle?” He thinks about this for a moment, then shakes his head. “How about we go watch movies and cuddle until you fall asleep?” You sigh, feeling blessed to have such a man in your life. “I’m sorry, I know this is getting annoying.” Ashton takes his face in your hands. “Baby, no! It’s not annoying. It’s just more time I get to spend with you.” He murmurs, kissing your nose. “Yeah, but less time you get to sleep.” Ashton shrugs, pulling you into the living room while asking, “who needs sleep, anyway?”
Calum: You roll over for what seems like the millionth time. Calum sighs, sitting up. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He asks. You sit up and turn on the bedside lamp. “I don’t know. I just can’t sleep.” He frowns, moving some hair away from your face. “Want me to sing to you?” He asks. You nod, curling into his side as he sings a soft tune. “Anything?” He asks when the song is over. You groan and shake your head. “You should go back to sleep. You need it.” You tell him, biting your lip. “I’m not going to sleep when my girl isn’t.” He says stubbornly, but a yawn slips out. You smirk and he chuckles. “Okay, I’m tired. So what?” You roll your eyes. “So, I’m not going to be like Michael and force you to stay awake. Sleep, babe.” You say, reaching over to turn out the light. “Is there anything that’s bothering you? Maybe you just need to talk about it.” Calum says, pulling you into a spooning position. “No, not that I can think of. You’re home, the boys are home. Everything is perfect.” Calum runs his fingertips over your stomach lightly, making you shiver. “What about the hate? Have you been reading it lately?” You shake your head. “Not since the last time you told me not to.” Calum frowns, not being able to figure out what’s wrong with the love of his life. Then it hits him. “Babe?” He asks. “Yes, Cal?” You reply. “When is the last time we… you know?” He asks, chuckling. You roll over onto your back. “It’s been awhile, I guess. Why?” You ask, watching as he gets up and walks to the end of the bed. He grabs your ankles and pulls you until your cute plaid pajama shorts meet his eyes up close. “Calum, what are you doing? The boys are downstairs sleeping. They could hear us.” You protest, but he yanks off your shorts and underwear. “I don’t give a fuck who hears. I’m taking the edge off so my baby girl can sleep. I’m going to fuck you so good until you’re too tired to fuck anymore.”
Luke: Staying in multiple hotel rooms had its benefits, but it also had its problems. Problem number one being that eventually, they all just began to feel like home. So when you and Luke actually did come home from tour, sleeping in your own bed was very difficult for you. Even with Luke by your side every night, the bed just didn’t feel like home anymore. And this night was no different. You get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, hoping you won’t wake Luke up. You splash water on your face, and when you look up, Luke is standing behind you. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” You mumble, turning to face him. “You know, splashing water on your face is just going to make falling asleep harder.” Luke tells you. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This bed used to be my everything, second to you. And now I can’t even sleep on it.” You complain, crossing the short distance between the two of you and hugging him. “Princess, nothing’s wrong with you. You’ve just been staying in so many hotels that you forgot what your own bed feels like. C'mon, I’ll help you.” Luke pulls you back into bed and pulls you into his side, holding you close. “You know what I really want right now?” You ask. “What’s that, princess?” You look up at him. “That bed on that hotel room we stayed at in Italy. The one that had the purple pillows? Oh, I loved that bed.” You say softly. “That bed had some pretty nice things happen on it.” Luke mutters, smirking as he remembers the night involving whipped cream and strawberries. You giggle. He rubs your back lightly until you fall asleep, but that doesn’t happen for another few hours. The next day, when you come back from visiting friends, the bed from the hotel room in Italy is in your bedroom.
Michael: While Michael has been known to have some insomnia, you did not. You could sleep all day, every day. Or at least, you used to be able to sleep all day, every day. For some reason, that all changed one night. You just couldn’t fall asleep. You tried sleeping in bed and on the living room couch, but nothing helped. And unfortunately, Michael had cured his insomnia when the band went on a break. Well, that’s not unfortunate. That’s a great thing. But for you, it was unfortunate because that meant while he was asleep, you were wide awake. The roles had been reversed. You look over at your sleeping boyfriend, hearing his light snores fill the silence of your bedroom. You bite your lip and tap his cheek lightly. “Mike, wake up.” After repeating this a few times, the bleached blonde’s eyes flutter open. “What? What’s the matter, kitten?” He asks urgently. “Nothing. I just… I can’t fall asleep.” He props himself up with his hand. “Wanna talk about anything that bothered you today?” He asks. “See, that’s the thing. It isn’t just tonight. I haven’t been sleeping for weeks.” You confess. “Kitten, why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches over and strokes your cheek gently. “You were sleeping great. I didn’t want to ruin that.” Michael frowns. “You wouldn’t have ruined it. But you should have told me, I could’ve helped sooner.” He says. You nod. He sings to you softly for a few hours until your asleep. The next morning, Michael goes to the store and buys everything that’s related to helping a person sleep better just for you.
I couldn’t help but feel as if Calum being
upset was my fault. He might have
regretted me meeting kaiden.
He probably didn’t want me to be
a mom with him, he just said he did so Kaiden wouldn’t be upset anymore.
I let my bag fall on to the
couch and went into my rom. Ready to sleep for eternity.
I put on some sweatpants and a
shirt and got under the covers, plugging in my hone to charge. As I Laid back
on the bed closing my eyes, I heard my phone ring. Turning over, I reached for
it, seeing that it was calum calling I sat up and answered.
“Hey,” I bit my lip, not sure of
why he was calling since he didn’t even say bye to me when I left.
“I love you princess” His voice
was groggy, tired, and it seemed as if he had been crying. Nonetheless, hearing
those words made me smile and made my stomach fill up with butterflies, no,
Dinosaurs, made my stomach fill up with dinosaurs having a party.
“I love you too” I played with
my hands, closing my eyes, still fearing what he would say next.
“I-I’m sorry, for acting like a
douche when you left. Just know that I love you and I’m so fucking thankful for
having you in my life. Thank you for being so good to me, and now to Kaiden. I
Love you.” You heard him sniffle, and
“Cal? Why are you crying? What’s
wrong?” I got up and started pacing.
“I-I’m okay princess, don’t
worry about me.” He sniffled once more and hung up the phone.
I called him back but he wasn’t
I kept trying, leaving him voice
mails, until he texted me.
Squishy Cal <3: Go to sleep. I’m okay
While vague, his answer did calm
me down. I knew Calum wouldn’t hide something from me. If he said he was okay,
and that was it.
And today I had to open the shop
earlier, because I had appointments all day. Weirdly enough, Mndays were quite
the popular day to get tattoos, that’s why my schedule was so full today. I had
a guy in at 7:30 to get inked.
It was currently 7:45.
To top it off, my mom couldn’t
watch Kaiden today.
I had no idea what to do.
I grabbed my phone, deciding
that I would take Ky with me with work, when I hear the text message
notification. I ignored it, I didn’t have the time to socialize right now.
I put Kaiden in his car seat,
got behind the wheel and drove the shop.
“Jet Black Heart” was the second
most important thing I’ve ever done. The first one being Kaiden of course. I
had always wanted to be a tattoo artist, so while I was in high school, I
worked my butt of trying to get enough money to someday open my own shop.
My parents gave me the best
graduation present, they bought me a place where I could put my shop. It was
quite big actually, and it needed a lot of work, but luckily it was all
aesthetic work so I could do it at my own pace. For 4 years I worked 4 days a
week at a restaurant, as a waiter. Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays were spent as
an apprentice Kyle Harris, who had taught me everything I knew about design,
technique and tattoos in general.
Finally, at age 22, Jet Black
Heart was born.
It felt fucking great.
When I parked my car behind the
shop, I got Kaiden and put on my sunglasses. I walked inside from the back
door, carrying Kaiden on my hip, and saw that the guy I was meant to tattoo at
7:30, was waiting outside, leaning on a Porsche.
I scoffed, I hated tattooing rich kids.
I opened the door, and mumbled a
come in to him. He took off his sun glasses and walked in.
“It’s eight o’clock,” he crossed
his arms over his chest.
“I’m aware.” I put Kaiden down
and motioned for him to go into the room where I chilled when there was no one
here. He looked up at me.
“I’m hungry daddy” Crap! I didn’t make breakfast!
This day couldn’t get worse.
“I’ll get you something in a
little bit yeah? Just go into the TV room and wait there.” I ruffled his hair
and looked up at the guy, who was holding in his laughter.
“What’s so funny mate?” I asked
as I looked at the agenda, looking to see if he had given me a design.
“You got a kid?” He looked
I stared at him, contemplating
whether or not I should answer him “Yes,” even if he was a douche, I couldn’t
be rude to a client.
He chuckled. “There’s this thing
called condoms dude. It doesn’t feel the same but it saves you from taking care
of that” He pointed to the room where Kaiden had gone in.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, your
dad should’ve used one of those.” I
grabbed my phone and plugged it in to charge. I saw that y/n was the person
that had texted me.
My love <3: Good morning babe :)
“What did you just say to me?!”
I ignored him and answered Y/n.
Squishy Cal <3: HI baby,are
I hoped she wasn’t working early
I found the design I had
previously made for the guy, Jungkook apparently, and told him to go into the
tattooing room to the left. He clenched his jaw, but did as I said anyways.
My love <3: Not right now, why?
Squishy Cal <3: Can you come over to the shop? I didn’t have time to
make breakfast, and I’ve kaiden here with me, hungry.
My love <3: I’ll be there in 15. Is McDonald’s okay?
Squishy Cal <3: It’s perfect.
Squishy Cal <3: Thank you princess <3
I went in the TV room and saw
that Kaiden was watching cartoon. “Y/n will bring food in a little bit bud”. He
“Mommy?” I nodded and he smiled. He leaned back on the
black couch and kept watching TV.
I went into the tattooing room
and washed my hands and put on a new pair of rubber gloves. I checked that I
had my machines ready and grabbed a new needle. I stood in front of douche guy
and opened the needle in front of him.
He just looked at me while I sterilized the needle.
“Take off your shirt,” I told
him, since in my agenda it said that he wanted a back piece.
“You’re not gay, are you?” He
took off his shirt and waited for my reaction. He was buff, but nothing
compared to me of course.
I smirked. “I’m not. And If I
was, I wouldn’t be interested. So don’t worry” I cleaned his back and laid the
stencil on him. “There,” I moved aside so he could look at the stencil
placement on the wall-length mirror. “Is it okay there?”
He nods, no wanting to speak,
apparently. Once he lays on the seat I start tattooing him, carefully following
the lines of the stencil on his skin. He wanted an Aztec type of design, and
while it looked complex, to was actually quite easy to do.
About 20 minutes in, I hear the
door open. “I’ll be right there, just give me a minute!” I wiped off the guy’s
skin, ready to get up and see who it was who had just walked in.
“Take you time, I’ll be with
kaiden.” I heard Y/n’s voice and took a deep breath. I didn’t know if I was
ready to see her, after last night.
I saw the guy turn is head,
trying to get a glimpse of y/n and I chuckled and moved his head to rest
against the seat. “Stop moving.”
“You’re very demanding.” He
closed his eyes. “Was that your wife?”
Without thinking too much about
it I answered him. “Yes.”
He chuckled, “Take care of that
one. She’s good in bed.”
I stopped my movements and
stared at the smirk growing on his face. “What did you say?”
“I said she’s good in bed.” He
kept smirking. “Or on the couch, against the wall, on the floo-“
“How the fuck would you know?!”
I had put the machine down and was having a hard time not beating the daylights
out of him.
“Well, I was her first.” He
cracked a devilish grin.
I stared, not believing him. I
knew this! Y/n had told me that she lost her virginity to a guy named Joe. He
was just trying to rile me up.
I took a deep breath and took
the machine in my hand again. I kept working despite the thought swirling in my
After about an hour, I was done
and I could finally stop any contact with douche guy. I cleaned the tattoo one
last time and started cleaning the equipment and disposing of the needed as he
looked at his ink on the mirror.
“Looks good man” He said as he
grabbed his shirt and started to put it on but I stopped him.
“I have to bandage it first” He
groaned and I rolled my eyes. He did however, let me do my job.
After giving him the instructions on how to
take care of his fresh tattoo, I walked over to the cash register and charged
him. He gave me his card and I swiped it. Giving it back, I looked behind me
and saw that y/n was cleaning the TV room.
“Leave that alone, I’ll do it
later” I gave douche guy his receipt and smiled when I saw Y/n approach me. I
wrapped my arms around her and kiss her forehead. “Thanks for feeding my kid” I
“Our kid” She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder, she looked
ahead and stiffened.
I saw douche guy smirk. “y/n”
That’s Jungkook right there
He’s from a Kpop band called “BTS”
ALSO: i’m not a tattoo artist, therefore all of the tattoo info in this chapter is based on what I saw on the show Ink Master and or through google.
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summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.
word count: 3,594
warnings: none that i know of
author’s note: i like this series so far!!! but tbh this part felt so rushed im creasing at my badd grammar but anyways i feel like i made y/n into an asshole lol uhhhhh enjoy??!!?? (i still dont know how to end these things)
A good night’s sleep is what usually prevented you from short temper. When your management told you that you could have a five-month break from touring to write your songs for the next album, you were ecstatic. Especially since this meant you could sleep as long as you want on most days of the week.
Part II - Imagine Ashton’s confession goes viral, which he isn’t happy about. He is afraid to lose the bestest friend he ever had. It’s like you are gone until you appear in the crowd of 5sos’ next show. You traveled all the way from home to tell him in person what you feel for him
Requested: no, but i had a convo w @calumofficials a very long time ago about college!ashton lmao
Pairing: Art major!Ashton x Y/N
Description: When Y/N looks over the cute and curly-haired art major’s shoulder, she realises who he has been drawing for a long period of time; her.
It had become a normal thing for Ashton just to sit outside on the grass with a sandwich by his side and his sketchbook in his lap as he leant up against that one bench and then he would just draw whatever or whoever crossed his road. Sometimes it would be a gloomy flower in front of him, other times it would be scenarios or a person with a crazy hairdo just walking past. This had become a habit. After lunch, he would just sit down on the grass, not on the bench, but on the grass. Normally, he would take his lunch with him, maybe even some music occasionally. Drawing everything that he could think of.
This day was no different. He sat with his brown, round glasses on the bridge of his nose, the curls laying perfectly messy on his head, and his tongue sticking out as he focused on the current drawing. A girl. The girl he had slowly become more attracted to. He didn’t know her. All he knew was that after lunch she would be sitting with her friends on the lawn, the exact same time Ashton was.