A/N: I know I’ve been inactive, but from now on I’ll start posting regularly!!
“Ashton, let me go!” You yelled as he grabbed on your waist refusing to let you move even an inch. “Never” he said while laughing. You were wriggling in his grasp and he would not stop laughing. “Ash, stop laughing. You’re so mean” you said while pouting. “Make me, baby girl” he said. What you did next caught him completely off guard as you smashed your lips on his. Sparks erupted in that simple and sweet kiss. You pulled back and placed your forehead on his. Both of you were breathing heavily. “How about we take this to the bedroom” he whispered against your lips as you nodded in agreement.
“The only thing you’re good at is playing that guitar of yours” you said, while mocking your best friend. “I’m good at a lot of things” he said while winking. “Really, like what?” you asked giggling. He took a step closer to you and placed his hand at the back of your neck. “Let me show you” he whispered while inching closer to your face. “W-what are you doing” you stuttered. “Something I should have done the first time I laid eyes on you” and with that he closed the gap between your lips and kissed with unimaginable passion.
“Get the chips” you yelled to Calum who was currently in the kitchen. Obliging, he brought the chips and some drinks. The beginning of Finding Nemo started playing and you were super excited and Calum could see it. “You’re so cute” he said while you scrunched your nose. He leaned over and kissed your nose. “What was that cal?” You said while laughing at your best friend. “Y/N I’ve been meaning to tell you something” he said. “Go ahead” “Well, I really really really really really like you” he rambled. “Oh, Cal” you said simply as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Your first date with Michael was magical. The both of you went to a carnival, bought cotton candy, sat on rides and he even won a teddy bear for you in one of the games. “Mikey let’s go to the photo booth!!!” You exclaimed while pulling him by the hand. You sat in the photo booth, sticking your tongue out and making goofy faces. Michael looked toward to you. He hooked his finger underneath your chin and turned your face toward him. “Look at the camera mikey” you said unknowingly. “Did you know you’re beautiful?” He said suddenly and you blushed. He leaned in closer and you got what he wanted to do. You licked your lips and placed your lips against his. His lips tastes like cinnamon and you could not get enough.
A/N: Here please don’t hate me *throws this at you and leaves crying softly*
You’re walking through the supermarket trying not to see anyone you know. At 11:30pm on a Thursday evening this is usually not difficult. However being caught in your worn, hole ridden pants and one of Calum’s band shirts, massacra and eye-liner smudged all underneath your eyes giving the effect of a panda isn’t something you were keen for.
You’d had a terrible day. Firstly you’d had early classes of your least favourite courses. Then worked for six hours of your usual shift, seemingly it was grumpy peoples’ day out and you were obviously not notified. You’d been given added overtime without notice because your coworker hadn’t turned up for her shift and despite the money being good you just weren’t in the mood. Finally you’d gotten home to a dark and silent house. A cruel reminder that your boyfriend was on tour with his band and wouldn’t be home for another two months. You’d had a small mental breakdown that had resulted in your mascara smudges and t-shirt thieving. Having settled down a little from your breakdown by now you were ducking into the grocery store to grab a bottle of champagne and a tub of ice-cream to console yourself. Unhealthy coping mechanisms but you frankly didn’t care at 11:30 pm.
You had parked somewhat away from the actual shopping centre despite the multitude of spare spaces; you just didn’t want to be right up close to everyone else. As you headed into the store you grabbed a basket and meandered towards the alcohol section splurging on some reasonable champagne. As a teenager vodka had never been a favourite of yours but you’d become a champagne snob after visiting the boys on their European leg of the last tour. It was something you’d not been able to let go ever since.
You grabbed the champagne before you could reassess your life and headed for the ice-cream aisle wandering down the chocolate asile on your way just to tempt yourself some more. A way to make the trip last a little longer not wanting to go home to an empty house.
You’re halfway down the chocolate aisle when running feet startle you as they round the corner and continue on pounding towards you, halting briefly the tall blur reaches a long arm around you to grab something off the shelf in front of you. ‘Sorry!’ The deep voice says hurriedly. You startle for a second time grabbing the tall blur, that has become a tall yet visible man now, by his arm. 'Luke what the actual fuck!’ You exclaim convinced you’re dreaming. 'Y/N!’ He responds just as startled as you are, you’re not sure why he’s so startled to see you considering you in fact live in this town and he is supposed to be in another state entirely. Luke squeezes you into a massive hug nonetheless, rattling the champagne against the basket and pushing all the air out of you. 'Woah I’ve missed you so much and so has your boyfriend that’s why I have to be quick getting this, I told him I couldn’t wait I needed some chocolate so,’ he kisses your head in a loving big brotherly fashion despite being two years younger than you, 'I’ve gotta go I’ll catch you some time!’ He pulls away as you roll your tired eyes. 'Luke!’ You say half amused half annoyed. 'Yeah?’ He turns jogging on the stained linoleum. 'Do me a massive favour please.’ You speed walk over not wanting to run to him should the champagne begin clunking against the plastic carry basket again. 'Pay for this and a tub of ice-cream and bring them back to the bus I’ll meet you there.’ You fish out two twenty dollar notes from your pocket pushing them into his hand. 'Get your chocolate too and keep the change.’ You give him a quick hug and thrust the basket at him. He rightens himself, beginning to protest the amount you’ve given him as you take off running through the store towards the car park around the back, the most inconspicuous spot to have a massive tour bus. You race down the aisles earning dirty looks from shoppers and employees alike not that you care in the slightest. Despite being dead tired and emotionally spent you sprint on through the doors and burst into the night air, fresh and cool. Your legs are tired by this stage, purely due to lack of sleep and extreme fatigue from your busy day, but you refuse to slow down.
Rounding the corner of the big concrete building that is the shop you let out a little squeal of joy. As you suspect the bus is parked inconspicuously behind the store, lights on inside engine running still, clearly expecting a quick stop. You race across the car park dodging the parked cars, there is no traffic due to the late hour luckily for you. You’re too excited to be salty Calum didn’t tell you he was coming. You don’t even care if it’s only for a day, you’re ecstatic to see your closest friend and boyfriend.
You pound once on the door and it opens automatically, the waiting for it to open wide enough for you to slip in causing you to jog lightly on the step.
'About fucking time Luke, that’s 10 whole minutes with Y/N I’m missing out on for your cravings!’ Calum grumbles from the lounge not looking up from his phone, the fact that this upsets him makes you smile a little, pleased your boyfriend is as excited to see you as you are to see him. He stands leaning against the back lounge wall next to the window.
You rush to him, smothering him in a hug so fierce he drops his phone, which thankfully lands safely on the wrap around lounge. 'Y/N!’ He responds with arms that engulf your shoulders as he buries his head in your neck. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he pushes his face closer to your neck, stubbled chin resting millimetres below your ear. You rock from foot to foot still embracing him, much too excited to stand still. 'What are you doing I was going to surprise you!’ He says with a laugh breaking barely a foot apart at the torso, hips still flush against you arms sliding down to your waist hands resting gently on your hip bones. 'I was getting a few essentials that I have since persuaded Luke to grab for me. When I saw him race down the chocolate aisle I almost died of shock. I cannot believe you’re here!’ You reach up brushing a hand across his cheek with a feather light touch. 'I’ve missed you so much and your timing is impeccable! I really missed you today.’ You explain quietly cuddling back into Calum, determined to get in as many hugs as you can before he returns to the tour. 'Aww don’t you miss me everyday? Not just sometimes!’ He laughs faking offense. 'Don’t be silly you know I miss you all the time today just was a particularly terrible day in general and being with my boyfriend would have made it a lot more pleasant. But shocked as you may be I actually miss you most when it’s beautiful outside when I walk in the park, or when something great happens. Your my best friend as well as my boyfriend.’ You say into his chest somewhat shyly. He wraps you tighter in his strong arms. 'Same, Y/N same, I’ve missed you so much and I’m not here for long but I couldn’t not have the time with you.’ He says placing a gentle kiss on your head.
'Alright we get it but you can go home now before you make us all sick. Take your shit and get out. We’ll pick you up in a week.’ Michael says making shoving motions with his hands. Ashton laughs and pats Calum on the back. 'Go on mate.’ Ashton then rubs your back gently 'good to see you Y/N, take care of him and I’ll come pick him up when the breaks over, sorry it’s only short.’ He says sympathetically. You smile up at the curly-haired drummer, 'thanks Ash, it’s good to see you too.’ You briefly break away from Calum to give Ashton a warm hug. Embracing him you you close your eyes and smile contently, you’ve missed being with your little family almost as much as you’ve missed Calum.
Your smile morphs into a wicked grin, letting go of Ashton you march deeper into the bus. 'Your turn! I haven’t seen you in such a long time you have no say in the matter Clifford!’ You throws your arms around Michael as Ashton and Calum share amused laughs. You do a little dance as he pulls you into his flannel-clad chest. 'I’ve missed you all, even you Mikey!’ You joke but look up at him to make sure he knows you really have missed them all. He laughs loudly, 'we’ve missed you too, Calum particularly, the bus is pretty small mate, we can hear you.’ He winks at your blushing boyfriend. 'Be nice.’ You scold squeezing your arms tightly around his middle. 'And give me my girlfriend back.’ Calum pouts. You laugh letting go of Michael you walk back to Calum, sliding an arm around his waist. 'Come on let’s get your stuff and chase Luke down for mine then we can go home.’ You say excitement at the idea of a week with your boyfriend at home. He nods enthusiastically placing an arm around your shoulders gently he picks up his bag and presses the button to open the door. You call goodbyes as you walk towards a much calmer Luke, the tiredness that touring causes is showing on all the boys and Luke, despite his bubbly nature is no exception. He hands you your shopping and you give him a gentle hug as a thank you. 'Thanks Luke, take care of yourself, have a good rest.’ You say worried about how much of a toll this touring takes on them all. He nods and you walk off in seperate directions. Calum’s hand is nestled in yours as you walk to the car, having parked so far away from the few cars in the car park does have advantages and being able to reacquaint yourself with your boyfriend after so long in reasonable privacy is one of them. Although you’re both exhausted kissing in your car like teenagers before driving home and sharing a shower and then falling asleep I each other’s arms is an exhilarating idea. Now every time you go to a a supermarket you wish you did see someone you knew.
requested?: yes, hope you liked it anon :)) I felt like this smut sucked, it wasn’t the best I’ve done and idk I wasn’t as pumped about it as I’ve been for my previous smuts. anyway, I hope you guys like it anyway! :)
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Michael’s always been embarrassed about sex. Which, if you met Michael sounds crazy because he is hands down one of the most dirty minded people I know but when it comes to talking about Michael and sex, that’s when he gets embarrassed.
Being a virgin is nothing to be embarrassed about but I can understand how Michael can feel bad about it when all his friends are talking about their conquests and making fun of him for not having any. Michael shifted uncomfortably beside me, not liking the way the boys were acting.
Staring and waiting and wishing, hoping, begging he would be back. All you could do was stare at the door in hopes everything he had said to you was a lie. The distance was too much. It was too much stress. It was the right person, but the wrong time. Those were all of the excuses he gave. Of course, you could see right through it. He didn’t want a girlfriend on the road. He wanted to be free and single and not have a care in the world. To throw a pint back with the guys and not have to worry about stumbling towards a pretty girl. You stared at the photographs you clutched in your hands. The vibrant colors, from his hair to the clothes you both wore, seemed to be mocking you. You crumpled them in anger, only to scramble to smooth them out seconds later. You could feel the pain in your chest, as if your heart was about to beat, beat, beat its way out. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. You slowly made your way over to the nearest liquor cabinet and opened the first thing at all. “Bottoms up,” you thought, thinking of all of the unkept promises the future would hold for the two of you. A knock on the door caused your heart to leap. “It’s open,” You sighed, only to look in to the green eyes you’d been missing all this time seconds later.
C A L
It was hard enough dating a superstar, even if he wasn’t ever on national news. There was a constant worry that accompanied your relationship, and although trust grew over time, there was still a constant fear that one morning you might wake up and see a picture of him with another girl. Your insecurities ate away at you. Every time someone reached out to you on social media, you jumped, instantly assuming they were telling you the worst. You became harshly inquisitive with Calum, questing where he was going or perhaps who he might be going with. He grew weary of this instantly, becoming more distant and snapping constantly. Fights between the two of you became weekly, and more problematic. They were much more difficult to solve. Finally Calum gave up. He didn’t say anything, just left a note on the counter. “I’ve had to go. We both know why. I can’t be who you need right now. -Cal.” Was all it read. And it hurt. The physical pain you felt was much too much to bear. You went out nightly, searching for him in the eyes of strangers. Truth be told, all you ever felt was empty and alone. You were supposed to get married and have a future. He took it all when he walked out the door. Revenge was on your mind when your lips met another’s at the clubs. You drowned yourself in alcohol and cigarettes and form fitting clothing, trying desperately to do anything to forget his name, until one day you heard him saying yours again.
A S H
You paced back and forth in front of a wall, searching for a better way to face this. You knew you and Ashton had problems. Everyone was realizing it. You both spent more time unhappy than happy anymore, and it was taxing. You didn’t know how to word it, or how to even speak at all. You knew this was going to hurt like a bitch. As soon as he walked through the door, your heart sank. “Hi, love,” he murmured, kissing your cheek as he walked through the door. You nodded in response. He stopped and slid his hand under your chin, raising your eyes to meet his. “What’s wrong?” He asked quietly, although you were sure he already knew the answer. “Ash… I think… we need to break up.” You said. A pause. He nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he whispered, pain apparent in his voice. “It’s just… we’re both dominant personalities and it’s… it’s hard to see a future together sometimes. And… I just, I don’t think we’re in the right place right now.” You croaked, already feeling uncertain with what you were saying. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. When you finally mustered the strength to, you saw everything you’d feared. Betrayal, hurt, agony; the love and respect he held for you, slowly being replaced with the feeling of his heart shattering into a million pieces. “(Y/n), I’m in love with you.” He didn’t say anything else. He simply leaned in to kiss you before walking to his room. You could hear his sobs and shouting from all the way downstairs.
L U K E There wasn’t a fight you and Luke hadn’t had. Exes? Check. Laundry? Check. Who takes up more room in the bed? Double check. Even among the fights, you still pictured your life with him daily. You pictured the wedding, you felt the love. You knew he was the man you were supposed to be with. So when he told you that it just wasn’t working anymore, what were you to do? You were a mess. “I didn’t even want in this stupid relationship in the first place,” you yelled. “You wanted this! Not me!” He admitted he made a mistake, but that didn’t stop him from leaving. Quickly you shoved old gifts he’d given you into his arms, including a journal of your feelings for him. “Why are you giving these back?” He asked in shock. “I don’t want them. I don’t want you,” You insisted, shoving him out the door. You were left with hardly anything of his, given he’d already taken most of his belongings on tour. All you had was a photograph and a T shirt, both of which you clung to with such intensity someone would think it was the only thing keeping you on the earth. You cried and you yelled and you screamed and nothing filled the ache. For days on end, you lay in your bed, simply not feeling. He texted you to make sure you were okay. When you didn’t answer, he asked your friends. His friends said he wasn’t doing much better, but you knew better than to hope. It was final. The ache in your chest was a newfound way of living, a hole that wouldn’t be filled again. Not by him, nor anyone else.
fun fact the folder for the stuff i needed for this video is called ‘pussi boi cant handle a girl not liking him’ my empathy is stroNg anyway this song is still gold i listened to it on the way home from school today (at 9am because i was so late that i just went home lol)
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