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mike, 10

10. Please stay with me 


 This wasn’t the first time this has happened, getting a phone call late at night from your wasted best friend Michael, asking if you could pick him up from the bar because he was too drunk to drive home. You didn’t really mind because he could barely drive sober let alone drunk and he also made you stop at McDonald’s and would buy you anything you wanted. 

 But tonight when you picked him he was more than wasted, he could barely walk and just kept laughing. When he got into your he turned to you put his hand on your face and he said “hey my beautiful angel friend” 

 You gave him a weird look and he just laughed like someone said the funniest joke ever. You were half way to his house when he said “you know who I hate” 

 “Who,” you asked, thinking he was gonna say his parents or his bitch ex-girlfriend. 

“Matt,” he said then rolling his eyes. Matt was this guy you were on and off with, currently, you guys weren’t together but knowing him he will be begging for you back in like a week. 

“Why do you hate him?” you asked, confused as to why he was thinking of Matt. 

“Because he has hurt one of greatest people I have ever met,” he said, not saying anything for the rest of the ride to his house. 

 You helped him into the house and to his bed being quite because if his mom found out he went out and got drunk he would be dead. You put him on his bed and hugged him good night but before you could exit his room you heard him say “please stay with me” 

“Why,” you asked him

“because I need a cuddle,” he said picking up his blanket so you could get in. You hopped into his bed and snuggled into his warm body, he smelt like strong alcohol and typical male cologne. 

“this is nice,” he said squeezing you, “yeah” you replied laughing at his behavior. 

“I could get used to this,” he said with a serious voice. “me too,” you said, thinking about how much better Michael was then Matt. 


yo this probably sucks but whatever 

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virgin M.C

Originally posted by permanentmuke

warning: smut

word count: 1800+

summary: Michael loses his virginity to you

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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. 

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Badgirl!Y/N and BadBoy!5sos - Michael Clifford Imagine

A/N: I have come to the realization that we have a good amount of Punk/Badboy 5sos imagines, but no Punk/badgirl Y/N ones, And i was thinking…why can’t i be a badass too?? i wanna have tattoos and be ruling the school and not be the “geeky, shy, bookworm.” The way I am, is very not geeky and I’m Kinda out there and not shy, so this (shitty) imagine is to the girls like me who want to be badass too. Here’s to you. You fucking rock. 

TW: As you can tell by the authors note, swearing, maybe some smoking, maybe the mention of sex and Alcohol. I’m not sure, I haven’t wrote it yet, but it won’t be to terribly bad.

 Michael’s Pov

Another year another school. I finally was about to get through a hole school year without getting expelled, and then, BAM, I take one nerds clothes in the locker room and run it up the flag pole outside and now here i am. Going into my Senior year and another school. I guess the principal and gym teacher finally got sick of my shit. But it’s not like i haven’t done it before. 

The only thing good about it is my friends were in on my plan, and they got expelled too. My boys had too sink with there captain and there ship right? The fact that we actually all got expelled on the second to last day of school still floors me. Couldn’t we have just gotten suspended like before??

“Hey man you ready for this hell hole?” Luke asked on our drive to the shit hole. 

“Yeah man, lets go get Ashton and Calum so we can get this over with.” 

We pick up Cal, and as predicted, he’s in a fowl mood, due to having a hangover from the night before. I told him not to get to crazy, but what does he do? He gets shit faced and brings so twenty something year old home. Thank God his parents were gone on a business trip, Joy would have flipped. 

We were pulling up to Ashton’s house when he came bounding out of the house and jumped into the back seat, looking like he was about to burst. “Holy shit guys guess what I found out.” 

“That you didn’t brush you’re teeth this morning?” Cal responded rubbing his head.

“No, asshole, that Jessica Linkson has the clap.” he responded laughing. 

“Aw shit that’s nasty Ash. I was waiting for that bitch to get something!”Luke replied laughing at the misfortune of his ex-girlfriend who cheated on him with half of the football team in 9th grade. 

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Y/N pov

I got of my bike this morning at school, with a smile on my face. Not because I like being at school at 7:30 in the morning on a Monday, but it’s because I woke up with the feeling something good might actually happen today.

“What the fuck are you so happy about?” Lexi said pulling up next to me, on her flame red bike and pulling off her helmet. 

“I’m great best friend, How are you?” I sassily acknowledged, which prompted her famous eye roll. “Anyways I’m fine. I just feel like today might be good, you know, it’s our first day of our senior year, were gonna kick even more all.” 

My little speech prompted a smile and a happy eye roll from Lexi. Before anything else could be said Moriah and Morgan pulled up on there purple and blue bikes. All of our bikes were different colors, but matched to bind up together as a group, Moriah had purple, Morgan had blue, Lexi had red and I had black. 

We all got off our bikes after a quick hello and headed inside. The people in the halls parted like the red sea. Everyone staring at the girls covered in black, with tattoos and piercings. No one said a word to us as we walked to our homeroom, to scared one of us might snap. 

We all had an angle at the school, Lexi and I rained over the jocks, playing multiple sports and getting on the inside to take control from within. Moriah was is with the arts-y kids and the nerds, getting the dirt on the preps from the arts and band classes, and using it against them. Morgan was in with the preps, who commonly back stab each other, by talking when mad (or drunk). (Hints why we like going to parties.) 

We didn’t need dirt on everyone to keep the students in check, we just liked it. In case someone wanted to step out of line. People respected us and didn’t fuck with us because they were scared of us. I think this got established when Josh Richards wanted to spread a rumor he slept with Lisa Smith. I knew Lisa Since I was fairly young, and she was a kinda nerdy and shy girl, so when she approached our table at lunch and told us about the problem, i told her we’d take care of it, and we did.     Josh came into school next Monday with a black eye, busted lip, and a heart felt apology for Lisa. 

We never had a problem from him again. 

“Who the Fuck are those guys.” Moriah said in first period. 

I look over to where she gestured and there are four very tall boys walking into the science classroom and taking their seats at one of the other lab tables at the back of the classroom. They all had piercings and tattoos, wearing all black. Who the fuck do they think they are?  I made eye contact with one of the boys. Blonde, green eyes. tattoos, and an eye piercing. 

This guys fucking hot. 

Michael’s Pov

Shit that girls hot. 

“Mike quit looking at that chick, we’re trying to talk about the party this weekend.” Cal said, trying to get my attention. 

“You seriously wanna talk about drinking now? Aren’t you still hungover?” I asked. No one i knew could drink as much as Calum, not even me, and you have to drink a lot to beat me. 

“I took some pain meds, I’m fine now.” 

“Good, we need to get planning. It need so be perfect.” Luke said. He was always particular about his party’s, his next has to be better than his last. 

Time Skip

“Get out of the way ass hat” i sneered at some meat head jock blocking my way in the hallway. 

“Oooh look what we have here.. Some type of Bad boy? Are you new here? Don’t know the ropes? I’ll tell you them then. Stay out of me and my guys way, and we won’t hurt you.” he smiled, thinking i was scared, while looking at his idiot friends behind him. 

“And you think you’re scary? You’re just some stupid Jock riled up on some steroids. I’m not scared of you. And i shouldn’t be you Shitty, ass hat, Dumbfucking tw-”

“What the fuck is going on here?” I head a girl yell. I hadn’t notice a crowd had formed a circle around me, this dumbfuck, whoever he was, his idiot friend, and Luke, who was behind me.

I look to where the voice came from and it’s the girl. The hot one from earlier and she’s coming towards us.     A space opens up for her to get through and, may i say, she’s even sexier up close, but I’m not about to let this little squirt save me. 

“Listen honey-” I start, but I’m cut off. 

“What the fuck did you just call me? One, I’m not your honey, baby, boo, or any, anything. So address me with my name, or not at all. Two, I thought I asked a question. Now, Josh, did the new boy hurt you’re feelings? Tough shit, get going, you’ll be late to class. And we don’t want that now would we?”

Josh, The Meat head and his goon looked at the girl with a look of annoyance for a second before she clarified her command with a “Bye Josh, bye Brad.” 

The two guys leave trough the circle and mutter a “move” as they pushed through. 

“All of you, get to class! Now!” she yelled.  The sea immediately parted going their separate ways, and the hallway, that was once so quiet you could hear a pin drop, erupted with noise. 

“Who are you?” I asked looking down at the girl in front of me. 

“Y/N, my girls and I run this school. Who are you new boy?”

“Michael Clifford.” I stated “This is Ashton Irwin.” I Introduced Ashton and finally looked away from Y/N. 

“Well Clifford, you sure do know how to make an impression.” She looked away, down the hall and spotted three other girls coming. The hall crowd splitting down the middle for them too. “I have to get to lunch, I’ll see you later.”

Holy shit did she blush. The cute girl blushed at me . I’m panicking. Damn Michael keep your cool.  

“Yeah, maybe sooner than later. Do you wanna go to a party with me this weekend? I know we just met but-”

“Yeah Michael, I will, but I have to go. I’ll see you later.”  And she was gone.

She said yes. Holy shit she said yes. 

“Dude, Y/N never went to a party with a guy before. Lucky fuck.” Some guy in an All Time Low Shirt said. 

Okay Michael, Don’t fuck this up.

You knew love

Originally posted by mukenope


Summary: You knew love, and you knew Luke, Michael, Ashton and Calum.

A/N: This is my favorite piece so far! It has been on a long road but now it’s here and I’m actually really proud of it. It’s a bit different, but I hope you’ll give a chance! Also, I really like the Michael part, but it contains mentions of alcohol, drugs etc. so if you’re not comfortable with reading about that, you can just scroll past his part x


You knew love, although your version was a bit different than your friends’. They would fall in love over and over again and their feelings never lasted long. They got drunk on love and swelled in self-pity, when the hangover hit them, while you saw love as something precious, something rare and something that made life worth living. You had experienced love four times, with four very different boys; their only thing in common was a strangely passionate fondness of music. And the love you shared with each of them had taught you about yourself, truth, sadness, anger, hate, love and life itself.


Your first love taught you that soft, blushing cheeks, nervous whispers and sweaty palms were way better than bad boy images, expensive cars and heartbreak. Luke taught you how to fall in love without getting broken, he taught you how to trust and how to not just be lovers, but also best friends.

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You make him cum in his pants (Michael)*

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Anonymous said: “Can you do a 4/4 preference where you make them cum in their pants?”

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links: CALUM ASHTON LUKE

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You’re awakened by something, someone, moving behind you. You decide to ignore it, thinking it’s probably just Michael turning in bed or something. A few moments later you feel it once again, he is pushing himself against you from behind, repeatedly. His arms are secured around your waist, holding you against his chest. You turn around to see if he’s having a nightmare or something, but as soon as you can hear a string of moans and low groans leaving his mouth, you are convinced otherwise. You can clearly feel something poking you in the bum, and it’s definitely not his knee. 

You wiggle out of his grip and sit up, leaving him thrusting into the blanket instead. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and look at the clock on your bedside table. It says that it’s already 10 in the morning. Michael let out another quite loud moan, followed by your name. He is having a wet dream about you, and according to his raging hard on, it is pretty steamy. 

You decide to have some fun while it lasts, while he’s still asleep. You climb on top of him and straddle his waist before you slowly start grinding down onto him with his erection pressing against your own core. He unconciously buck his hips up to meet yours, sighing when he finally gets some friction. You oush down extra hard and that is when his eyes flutter open, meeting yours instantly.

Fuck, Y/N…” He groans at the sight of you on top of him, his hands immediately finding your bum. 

“Had a nice dream, Mikey?” You ask, smirking at his blissed out expression. 

“You have no idea.” He moans, kneeding your bum in his large hands. “You feel amazing, babe girl. ’m gonna cum.” He screws his eyes shut and increase the speed of his thrusts.

You lean down to meet his lips with yours as you reach down in between the two of you to swipe your thumb over his clothed erection, knowing that that simple touch drives him crazy. A moments later he stills and shoots his load into his boxers, groaning loudly as he cums.

You bring your hands up to his face, cupping it as you kiss him. He hugs you tightly while he rides out his orgasm. 

“Good morning.” He pants after a while, relaxing.

“Morning to you too.” You giggle.

#12 - Your Child Calls Him Daddy

Ashton:

You watch happily from beside Ashton as your six year old rockets through the playground, a large grin on his face. It was the first sunny day out of a week of rain and you were all for letting him blow off some energy by running around for a little while. He’d been going stir crazy cooped up inside and it seemed as though he was taking your last nerve with him. Really, the sunshine had been a blessing. It was also the first day off that Ashton had where he wasn’t busy worrying about songs, music or the band all together and you were thankful for the time you got with him.

You’d been hesitant before starting your relationship with him, worried about Jason getting far too attached to a man that wasn’t going to be sticking around long; but what you hadn’t counted on though was how attached to Ashton you got. Now it was three years later and you knew that you loved him and that he loved both you and Jason. The two of them got along like peas in a pod and you knew you had nothing to worry about.

You smile as you notice Jason at the top of the slide, waving enthusiastically back at both you and Ash just before he slides down. You watch him for another minute or so until you feel Ashton’s arm wrap around your waist, guiding you back until you’re pressed against his chest. You chuckle as his lips press gently to the side of your neck, his nose brushing along the bottom of your ear. You swat him away, playfully shaking your head.
“There’s children everywhere Irwin.”
“There won’t be later on,” He murmurs against your skin.
“Are you forgetting about the six year old that will come home with us and needs to be fed, bathed and put to bed?”
You feel him smile. “No, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some alone -”

The rest of his sentence is cut off by a loud cry, both of you breaking apart to see Jason running back towards you, his cheeks already flushed and covered in tears.
“Aw baby,” You coo, reaching out for him as he gets to the blanket you’re sitting on. “What happened?”
“F - fell over,” He sobs, holding out his hand so you can see the grazed flesh.
“Want Mummy to kiss it all better?”
He shakes his head and you are more than a little surprised when he reaches out for Ashton instead.  
“Want Daddy to.”

You bite your lip as you wonder how Ashton is going to respond to that; neither of you had ever discussed whether or not he’d be okay with Jason calling him Daddy. It made sense to you that he might someday as Ash was the only male figure Jace had in his life but that didn’t mean that he was ready for that kind of responsibility.

Your heart feels like it might come busting through your chest as Ash picks the little boy up, pouting at him sadly as he holds his injured hand. You smile though as Ashton kisses Jason’s palm, pulling him into a tight hug.
“I got you buddy,” He says softly. “Daddy will make it feel all better.”

Luke:

By the time you step into the house after work you are both exhausted and irritable, annoyed over the fact that you had to stay two hours overtime to finish up something that could have been left for tomorrow. It’s now way after dinner time and you can’t help but feel a little guilty that you’d left your boyfriend with your three year old daughter for a lot longer than you’d intended to. You’d only been seeing each other around twelve months and even though you knew Luke loved Bailey you still didn’t want to leave him with responsibilities that weren’t his.

Leaving your shoes, jacket and handbag by the front door you pad into the living room, smiling softly as you see tangled paused on the tv screen, your daughter’s current favourite disney movie. She’d already made you and Luke watch it five times this week but neither of you could ever say no when she suggested it.
“Luke?” You call out, wondering where the pair of them had got too.

You don’t have to wait long to find out because seconds later the sound of little feet running down the hallway catches your attention, Bailey heading straight towards you. You catch her before she can barrel into your legs, swinging her up onto your hip so you can press a kiss to her rosy cheeks.
“Mummy!” She squeals happily, wrapping her arms around your neck. “Daddy and I had so much fun, we watched movies and then he helped wash my hair and then he braided it so I could have curly hair for tomorrow and then he was reading me a story when you got home!”
“That sounds so great baby,” You reply tightly, trying not to show the shock of her calling Luke Daddy on your face.

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Are You Happy Now? M.C

Originally posted by partpunkluke

warning: smut

word count: 900+

summary: Michael wakes you up

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I was in a deep sleep, going at it with Michael all night completely wore me out. Of course, my blissful sleep wasn’t going to last very long because Michael was around, and after only a little while, I was awoken to find his lips pressed up against my neck and his hand groping my breast. “Mike, stop. I’m too tired and sore to do this again.” I pleaded, trying to get him to give up so that I could go back to sleep because of the interview we had tomorrow first thing in the morning.

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Brother's Best Friend

Hello! Here’s a request I’ve been working on; I had fun with this one!

Request: @dragoncharmwitch - Could you make a text where you’re michael’s older sister and he finds out you fancy ash. And the boys set you up please :) // Sorry this one took so long!

Title: Brother’s Best Friend

Summary: When her brother and his friends find out that Y/N has a crush on Ashton, they decide to take action.

Words: 1k+

Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Nothing horrible.

“Shit,” you mutter, digging through the refrigerator. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you turn around and run a hand through your hair. “Michael!” you shout. You wait a few moments and, when he doesn’t reply, you cup your hands around your mouth and yell a bit louder. “Michael!

You hear a muffled “What,” from upstairs and groan in frustration.

“You took the last bottle of water, you prick!” you call again, but you’re met with silence. Naturally, of course; you can only assume your brother is in his bedroom with the door closed, his music up loud, and his headset glued to his ears so he can talk to his friends as he plays his video games. “Moron,” you grumble to yourself, slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing your keys from the table. Looks like you’re making a grocery run. Oh, well. You need snacks, anyway.

You head to the door, but when you open it you yelp in surprise as you nearly collide with another body. “What the hell!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise before your gaze focuses on a face you know all too well.

“Well, hello to you too, Y/N,” Ashton says with a cheeky grin.

You roll your eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Move over, Irwin,” you tell him, and you can only hope your face isn’t as red as a tomato.

So maybe you have a tiny, little crush on your brother’s friend. You’re honestly not sure how someone with a working pair of eyes couldn’t have a crush on Ashton. The guy is gorgeous. Half of your grade drools over him, including you. You suppose you’re lucky that he’s one of Michael’s best friends, granting you opportunities to see him outside of school several times a week, although you never quite understood why Ashton hangs out with a bunch of kids in the year below him.

“Well, what’s the password?” Ashton quips in regard to your demand, crossing his arms. He unknowingly flexes in the process, and your heart skips a beat.

“The password,” you say, still smiling, “is back up before I make you.

Ashton lets out a laugh (you’re pretty sure a swarm of butterflies was just set loose in your stomach) and steps away. “As much as I’d like to accept your challenge, Y/N,” he says, “you’re awfully intimidating when you threaten.”

Your smile grows and you step out of the doorway, making your way down the driveway before turning around to glance at Ashton. You could swear he just winked at you before he walked into the house, but you tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking. Still, though, after you’ve settled behind the wheel of your car, you pull out your phone to text your friend.

To: Michaela

11:47am

Ashton Irwin just got here and the boy looks too good. I have actual tears in my eyes.

You add a heart-eyed emoji at the end of the message for exaggeration before you toss your phone into the center console and start up the car.

//\

“Honey, I’m home,” you mutter sarcastically as you walk through the door. You’re juggling a six-pack of bottled water and two grocery bags as you stumble into the kitchen, dropping everything onto the counter at the first chance you get. You hear laughter from upstairs and realize that Michael has a few other friends over as well as Ashton; probably Luke and Calum.

You set to work putting away the few groceries you bought and take a bottle of water for yourself. You hear footsteps behind you, and when you turn around you see Michael standing behind you. “Uh, hi?” you say with a frown. Your brother looks slightly puzzled as he scratches at the back of his neck.

“Do you like Ashton?” he asks bluntly.

You blink, taken slightly aback by the question. “I—what? I mean, yeah. Obviously I like him. I kinda have to, considering he’s your friend and—”

“No,” Michael shakes his head. “Not like, platonically or anything. I mean it as in, like… more than platonically?”

A feeling of unease settles over you. How would he—

And then your eyes widen. You reach for your phone, quickly unlocking it and opening your messages. “Fuck,” you whisper when you realize that you didn’t, in fact, send your Ashton-related text to your friend Michaela, but instead to Michael. Damn them and their similar names.

You look up from your phone and notice that Michael is still there, standing awkwardly. “I…” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to word your next sentence. It’s no use lying at this point, you figure. Might as well admit. “I… find him… attractive,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else.

“You think Ashton is attractive?” Michael repeats, furrowing his brow.

“Yes?” you reply sheepishly, cringing slightly.

Michael shakes his head and you think you might die from awkwardness. There’s no way he won’t tell Ashton. Even worse, Ashton probably already saw the message. Shit, shit, shit, sh—

“I mean, coming from a straight guy, you’re not wrong.”

“Huh?” you ask, looking at your brother. Michael only shrugs.

“Ashton Irwin is an attractive male,“ he clarifies. “I’m straight, not blind.”

“Wait…” you begin, “so you’re not like, mad or anything?”

“I mean I’m not gonna lie, it kinda weirds me out,” Michael admits, “but in all honesty I think he’s sort of into you too, something I will never be able to understand—”

“Ha, ha.”

“—but, I guess it’s whatever. You guys flirt all the time and it’s kinda nasty, so Luke and Cal and I talked it over and figured we might as well help you guys out.”

At this point, you’re thoroughly confused. So, Michael is okay with the fact that you like Ashton? And he thinks Ashton likes you too? And he and his other friends are going to help you out? “What… what does that even mean?” you say skeptically.

“Just don’t worry about it,” Michael sighs. “It wasn’t my idea; Luke just thinks he’s a genius or something. I’m gonna go back upstairs now before I puke at the thought of you dating one of my best friends.”

“O-okay?” you stutter, watching as your younger brother heads back upstairs. You press a hand to your forehead and lean against the counter, letting out a deep breath.

What the hell just happened?

//\

“Y/N!”

You groan as you hear Michael’s voice from down the hall. You just got comfortable on your bed. “What?” you holler back.

You don’t receive a reply, and you groan again, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot. Stretching your back, you slowly pad your way down the hall to Michael’s bedroom. The door is closed, so you knock. “Mike, what the hell do you want?” you demand. You can hear laughter and gunshots, meaning they’re still glued to their video game. “Mi—” you’re about to knock one more time before the door opens to reveal your brother’s friend Calum.

“Oh,” he says. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi?” you frown, trying to peer around him into the room. “Why did you guys call?”

Michael materializes behind Calum and grins. “We sent Ashton into the garage.”

“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Why, though?”

“We told him to find a ball. We want to play some pickup in the yard,” calls Luke from his spot in front of the TV.

“Cool…” you say, your frown deepening.

“We’re in the middle of a game, so could you just go help him?” Michael suggests, rolling his eyes.

You make a face of exasperation, letting out a sigh when you realize what’s going on. “Seriously, you guys?”

“Take the opportunity or leave it, Y/N,” says Michael. “Naturally I’d prefer for you to leave it, but I’m outnumbered.”

You look up at Calum and he shrugs, smiling innocently at you. “We just want to play some football.”

You close your eyes and press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Fine,” you say finally. “I will go help Ashton look for a ball.”

Without another word, you turn and head back down the hall.

//\

You wish you were wearing something other than sweatpants and a tank top as you step into the garage, where Ashton is rummaging through the piles of junk. “Need a hand?” you call, straining to see him.

“Huh?” his head pokes around from behind a cardboard box and he grins when he realizes it’s you. “Oh. Hey, Y/N. How’d you know I was struggling out here?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just had a feeling. I can always tell when there’s a damsel in distress nearby.”

Ashton stands to his full height and stretches. “Damsel in distress?” he asks. “I take offense to that. Very emasculating.”

“It’s the twenty-first century,” you tell him. “Nothing should be emasculating. But, if it makes you feel any better, Mike and the other guys told me to help you.”

“Ah, so they’re the ones who can sense a person in distress.”

“More-or-less,” you agree, stepping forward. “So, you can’t find a ball.”

“I’m afraid you’re correct,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and glancing around.

You follow his line of vision, looking around the garage before your gaze lands on exactly what you’re looking for. “Well,” you say triumphantly, walking over to a box hidden behind Michael’s old bicycle that he’s used maybe like once in his entire life and reaching over to grab the black-and-white ball. “Clearly you didn’t look very hard.”

Ashton purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Guess not.”

You giggle and walk back over to where he’s standing, holding the ball out. However, when he goes to grab it, you pull it back toward you. “You know, this is gonna cost you,” you snicker, looking at him with arched eyebrows.

“Oh, really?” he replies with a grin, stepping closer. In response, you take a step back. You nod, and his smile grows. “Well, what’s your price?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your lips and looking up. “I think—” Before you can finish your sentence, Ashton lunges forward and grabs the ball. However, you had a strong grip on it and as a result, he pulled you forward as well. You end up a few inches away from him and laugh nervously, hoping your face isn’t growing red at the proximity. “You think you’re quick!” you remark, looking up at him and immediately wishing you didn’t.

The two of you hold eye contact for what can’t be more than one second before he speaks, but you’re like 80% sure it really lasts closer to five minutes (have his eyes always had that much green in them?), before he speaks. “Actually,” he says lowly, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching, “I know I’m quick.”

You steel yourself and tilt your head to the side in faux innocence. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you challenge.

“You want proof?”

“Yep,” you smirk. “Full proof, and maybe an essay written in MLA format with—”

Your sentence is cut off by Ashton’s hands on either side of your face and his lips on yours. You drop the ball, letting it bounce away across the concrete. You’re about to respond when Ashton breaks the kiss. “You talk too much,” he says, smiling at you. “How’s that for quick?”

You’re pretty sure you resemble a fish right now, your jaw dropping only for your mouth to snap closed, then fall open again as you try to process what the hell just happend. “Oh my god.”

Ashton’s expression changes to one of fear, maybe doubt, and he lets go of your face. “Wait, did I overstep?” he asks, taking a step back. “Shit, Y/N, I thought… should I not have…? Shit, I’m sorry, I—”

This time, however, you’re the quick one. Having (mostly) recovered from the first kiss, you don’t waste any time in closing the distance between the two of you, lightly grabbing the material at the collar of his singlet and pulling him toward you. “And you said I talk too much,” you say before leaning forward.

It feels nice to kiss Ashton. He’s good at it. The two of you break apart again, only to grin at each other and lean in once more. “You’re supposed to be bringing that ball up to the other guys,” you remind him against his lips, and he lets out a breathy laugh in response.

“They can wait a little bit longer.”

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To: Ashton

11:55pm

So where does this leave us?

You chew on your lip anxiously as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, and you close your eyes when you tap it. The familiar whoosh of your message sending causes you to cringe. Do you sound desperate? Clingy?

Ashton and the other guys left about a half hour ago. The garage incident escalated to a brief makeout session before you and Ashton finally decided you were gone for too long. Exchanging awkward smiles, he left the garage and you followed a few minutes later. You didn’t see him for the rest of the night.

So now here you are, sitting on the couch while a movie plays on the TV and serves as background noise to your inner suspense.

Suddenly the telltale bubble appears on Ashton’s side of the screen, showing that he’s typing. “Shit,” you mutter. You close your messaging app and wait for his message to come through, and when it does, your heart lurches anxiously.

From: Ashton

11:56pm

You tell me, princess.

You roll your eyes before typing back a quick response.

To: Ashton

11:57pm

Don’t do that. You kissed me first.

From: Ashton

11:57pm

Fair enough.

He continues to type and your heart rate picks up. You look up at the TV in front of you. A clearly-suspenseful scene is playing out, and the lead character’s heartbeat is illustrated through the pounding of drums. Me too, you relate. A whoosh tells you that Ashton has replied.

From: Ashton

11:58pm

I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m into you, if you couldn’t tell earlier. And it seemed an awful like you’re into me, too. So, I’d like to act on this mutual interest, as long as you’re up for it.

You bite your lip again, but this time it isn’t out of nerve. You fight a smile as you type back.

To: Ashton

11:58pm

Sounds good to me.

To: Ashton

11:59pm

Oh, but you’re not asking me out over text. Just a heads up.

When Ashton’s reply comes in, you can’t help but kick your legs and laugh out of giddiness.

From: Ashton

12:00am

Wouldn’t have it any other way. Talk to you tomorrow xx

“You’re welcome, by the way,” comes Michael’s voice as he enters the room with a soda in his hand, plopping down on the recliner that rests diagonal from the couch you’re on. He takes a swig from the aluminum can and raises an eyebrow smugly.

“Shut up,” you tell him, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad. The smile on your face is more than enough proof.

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Dear lord. I remember being bitter when Jane and Rafael ended but never this pathetic. 

Rafael is not a Michael. Here is why Rafael will never be a Michael. Jane was with Michael for two years, she was engaged to be married. Do you know what she was doing at that time? Working as a waitress, studying to be a teacher. Do you know what she was absolutely not doing? WRITING! Rafael pushes her to follow her dreams. Rafael does not play safe. Rafael wants her to go big. 

Speaking of writing Michael hated romance. Romance was not his thing. He fell asleep while reading Jane’s writing because romance is not his thing. But you know who reads all of Jane’s writing? RAFAEL DOES! 

Rafael will never be a Michael because Rafael does not give into Jane’s ridiculous demands. Rafael calls her out on her shit. For example, gender bias! For years Jane and Rafael fans have been complaining about this and no one in the show ever pointed it out until Rafael. Michael’s best thing was he knew Jane best. When Jane was in a pickle, Michael would ask what would Jane do. Rafael doesn’t give a shit about what would Jane do. He makes her do things she does not want to do. And sometimes that really sucks and it is not a good thing. But that is Rafael. He pushes her outside of her comfort zone and for Jane that is so important. 

Rafael ALWAYS has a point of view that is different than Jane’s and he never compromises to save her feelings. Michael and Jane almost always agreed on things and 99% of the time they did it Jane’s way. With Rafael, Jane learns the art of compromising or she learns she was not entirely right after all. 

You don’t have to like Rafael. I understand if you prefer a Michael over a Rafael. The point is Rafael is not Michael just because they had a goofy dance. Rafael is all about be brave, and Michael is all about you make me feel safe in the best possible way

Insecurities (Michael)*

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“Mikey, are you coming? We’re going to be late!” You yell to your boyfriend as you walk out of the bathroom, putting in your earrings. You stop in front of the full body length mirror on the wall next to your bedroom where Michael still hasn’t come out from. You check your makeup one last time, pressing your lips together and smoothing out your dress.

It’s your older sister’s birthday so you and Michael are heading to her house to celebrate her, and after checking the clock on your phone you realize that you are already late. 

You open the door to your bedroom, ready to urge him on, only to find the room empty. The bed is unmade, but empty, and clothes are littering the floor but there is no sight of your boyfriend. “Michael?”

No response. 

“Michael, where are you?”

“Fuck!” A voice coming from your closet catches your attention. You open the doors and find him, half naked, standing in a huge pile of clothes with his back turned to you. He is wearing a black pair of skinny jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, without anything on his upper body. He is throwing shirts around him, groaning in frustration after every piece that he jerks off the hangers.

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning again the door frame, a soft smile on your lips. 

“Fuck!” He groans once again, slamming his fits into the wall before he slides down to the floor. 

The expression on your face soon changes adn your smile is replaced with a frown. Michael hugs his legs to his chest and rests his forehead on his knees, letting out a loud sigh. “What the hell is wrong with me…” He mumbles quietly. 

“Mikey…” You say gently and his head immediately jerks up, his red rimmed eyes meeting yours. 

“I- I’m- I wasn’t…” He rambles, not being able to form a coherent sentance.

“What’s wrong?” You ask and walk up to him where he is sitting leaned against the wall. 

“Nothing.” He says, avoiding your eyes again- 

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, “Tell me, babe, I can tell something is off, you know.” You say and place a hand on his shoulder, squeeing lightly. 

“Please, don’t.” He says, shaking your hand off. “I just- no, it’s nothing.” He says, abruptly standing to his feet and storming out of the closet. You are left with a surprised look on your face, having no idea of what is going on. 

You run after him into your bedroom, “Michael, stop.”

“No, Y/N, please leave me alone. Tell your sister I’m sick or something.” He mumbles.

“What? Why would I do that? Aren’t you coming with me?”

“No.” He answers shortly. 

“Why not?” You are standing in the middle of your bedroom, trying to figure out what is up with him. 

“Because I can’t even find a shirt that looks good on me anymore! That’s why Y/N, I am so fucking fat and ugly that nothing fits me!” He yells, gesticulating wildly with his hands. You are better off without me, so please just go.”

He angrily wipes away the tears that fall from his eyes, his jaw and fists clenched tightly.

“Michael…” You breathe out, not wanting to believe what he just came out of his mouth. 

“No, I- I can’t… okay? I just… can’t anymore…” He looks to the ground, arms falling limp to his sides. 

You take two big steps and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly to your body. He stands still for a few moments and refuses to hug you back. Then he slowly raises his arms and pulls you closer to him, burying his damp face in your neck. 

“I love you Michael, more than anything. It hurts me to hear you say things like that, because it is not true. Not one bit.” You mumbles, slowly stroking his back. 

“But it is, it is true Y/N. I honestly don’t understand why you are still here with me, you should have dumped me long ago.” He says, pulling away. 

You study his tear filled eyes and his slightly down curved mouth. “You seriously can’t see it, can you?” You ask into the air, lightly grazing his cheekbone with your fingertips. 

“See what? That I’m my thighs are jiggly and my belly is swelling over my jeans? Yeah, I can see that.” He says, pinching at the skin of his bare stomach. 

“No, silly. That’s not what I was talking about. Follow me.” You say, taking his hand in yours. You pull him with you to the bed, gesturing for him to lay down. 

“What are you doing?” He asks skeptically. He wipes his cheeks dry, his eyes not over flowing in tears anymore. 

“Just lay down please. On your back.” 

He gives you one last doubting glance before he lays down, hands immediately going to cover his stomach. You promptly remove his hands and place them by on th ebed by his sides in stead before you climb over his and straddle his waist. 

“What are you-” He starts to ask once again but you cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips. You cup his face with your hands adn gently press your lips to his again, this time feeling him kissing you back slightly. 

“I love you. Just the way you are. Flaws or no flaws, I’m not leaving you.”

“Bu-” You cut him off with another firm press of your lips. 

“Now shut up.”

You move to his forehead, placing small kisses all the way down the bridge of his nose and to his cupid bow. You then move on to his cheek bones and then down his jaw, sucking a little extra at an old love bite to make it blossom red again. You lick over the mark once, feeling Michael shudder underneath you, before you move on to the rest of his jaw and to his pulse point. You feel his pulse through his skin, pressing your lips to where it is beating the most. 

Michael hands have found their way to your waist by now, warm fingers, caressing your sides. 

You playfully bite his left ear lope, earning something sounding like a mix between a moan and a chuckle coming from him. 

“I love your face, especially your eyes, they’re one of my favorite parts of you. I like that they change color depending on the color of your hair or what weather it is outside. I love your smile and you beautiful teeth that you always refuse to show whenever you laugh.” You mumble against his skin. “I love how responsive you are to my touches, it is amazingly attractive.”

You find another fading love bite on his neck that you decide to give a little more attention to, sucking lightly before you continue. “Your neck is my favorite place to kiss, except for your lips of course. It marks so easily, and I think you look pretty in marks, my marks. Wine colored bruises all over your skin.”

You graze his Adam’s apple before you continue down to his collar bones. You kiss each and every inch of them, moving your body down his to reach better.

“I love your arms and how soft and strong they are. Strong enough to carry me or hold me up against the wall when you thrust into me.” You say quietly, almost whispering, while you peck his biceps twice.

“Fuck…” He groans out, bucking his hips up involuntarily.

You continue, “I love your chest. It’s a great pillow and I love listening to your heartbeat, it is one of the few things that can actually make me fall asleep at night.”

You kiss each of his pecs, grazing lightly with your teeth over his nipple. 

“Babe…” He breathes. You look up and a smile breaks out on your face when you see his eyes closed. He is breathing heavily underneath you as you move lower and lower, arriving at his cute tummy where you know he is the most insecure. You give him one glance and find him staring down at you again, a small but noticable insecurity in his eyes. 

You’ve tried to pay extra attention to the places on his body where you know he isn’t completely comfortable with, just like he always does to you. That’s why you take extra time placing kisses along his stomach and hips. 

“I love your tummy, always have and always will. I wish you could realize how amazing you are and see yourself from my eyes. It really is a sight for the eye.”

You’ve noticed how Michael has started to harden in his pants, an evident bulge in the front of his jeans. You slowly move your hands to the waistband of his black skinnies and start to pull them down over his hips, meanwhile sucking a new love bite to his hip bone and along the edge of his underwear.

“Shit…” He moans out quietly when your fingers grace him through his underwear. He lifts his hips off the bed and you quickly pull his jeans down his legs, leaving them just above his knees. 

You continue pressing kisses all over his hips and his upper thighs. “I love your big, strong thighs. Your whole body is wonderful, every single inch of it.”

“God, I love you so much…” Michael breathes out, followed by a low moan when you place your hand over his tenting underwear and squeeze lightly. “Please…” He begs. 

“Please, what?” You ask, pretending that you’re not aware of his situiation in his boxers at all.

“Just- anything.” He breathes. “Something. Let me touch you, please.”

You bite your lip to contain your smile in a failing attempt as you sit up and pull your dress over your head. You are left in your bra and undies and Michael’s hands immediately flies to your back to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the ground with your dress.

“Fuck wait.” He suddenly says, stopping his movements. “Your sister.”

“She’ll have more birthdays. I’ll just tell her we got the flu or something.” You shrug.

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to stop?” You ask, eyebrows raised in a teasing manner.

“Fuck, no.” He scoffs, shuddering when you roll your hips down to meet his. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

You smile before you shuffle down his legs to pull off his boxers, his length hard and red, leaking precum and the top. He throws his head back and mumbles something you can’t hear but you assume only is a line of swear words. 

You spit in your hand before you wrap it around him and start moving it. 

“Feels so good. Just like that.”

His hands are gripping the sheets next to him and he is grinding up into your hand, meeting your slow strokes. 

A few moments later he quickly grips your hand, stopping its movements. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.” He warns. 

“You want me to ride you instead?” You ask innocently, knowing it will turn Michael on to maximun. 

“Holy f- yes. Yeah, oh my god. Please, Y/N, ride me until you can’t fucking walk.” He moans, twitching in your hand. 

You take your panties off, adding the to the pile of clothes on the floor. Michael’s hand immediately goes to feel you, groaning when his fingers get covered in your wetness. 

Turning Michael on always turned you on, seeing him so pliant in your hands, so needy for your attention, always made your knees bucker out underneath you. 

A minute later you had put a condom on him and are starting to lower yourself onto him. You had done this many times before, but somehow you never got used to the feeling of having him inside of you, filling you up. 

“Jesus Christ…” You his through gritted teeth, sinking further and further down. 

“You okay there babe?” Michael asks, voice sounding strained, almost as if he were the one who got penetrated.

“Yeah, just-” You relax a little and move a little faster. “Yeah.” You respond, pleasure creeping its way into your body. You place your hands on Michael’s chest to hold yourself up. 

It isn’t long until he speeds up the pace and is pushing his hips up to meet yours, doing almost all of the work on his own. You can sense that neither of you are going to last for long and you are soon chasing your highs with hungry and sloppy kisses. 

“I- love you. So- fuck, -fucking much.” Michael groans, squeezing your hips that you are sure are going to leave bruises in your skin, but you don’t mind, not one bit. 

“I- I love you too.” You breathe out, moaning loudly when he starts rubbing at you clit in a fast circular motion. 

“Are you there, babe? Are you coming soon?” 

“God, yes, so close.” You bring yourself to keep your eyes open and locked with Michael’s, his lust filled ones staring back at yours. His blue fringe is plastered to his forehead, sweat dripping from his temples. 

“Come on princess.” He says, biting his lower lip.

You come first, with a high shriek you feel yourself tip over the edge. You bite down on his shoulder and you think you see black for a second or two when you suddenly feel Michael come inside of you, his whole body tensing and his hips freezing when he shoots his load into the condom. He whines out your name along with a few profanities. It feels as if you haven’t had an orgasm for months, that’s how strong it was, but in reality you and Michael had sex only a few days prior.

He hugs your body close to his until you’ve both come down from your highs. 

You relax onto his chest, your eyes closed and your mouth wide open. You can hear his heartbeat pounding like crazy in there and you can feel his chest lift and then fall repeatedly underneath you. 

You lift your head and place a lazy kiss to his jaw, making his eyes flutter open.

“Come here.” He says, letting out a breathy laugh.

You crawl up his body so that you are face to face. You smile down at him as he strokes your hair behind your ear, leaning down to press your lips to his. 

“You are too good to be true.” He mumbles, staring into your eyes and feeling your cheeks with delicate fingertips as if he had to make sure that you actually were real.

“I am very real though, and so are you.” You point out with a small laugh. “Do you realize now how much I love you? All of you.”

“Yeah, I think I do. Even if I won’t be able to love me just that much yet, I at least have you to do it for me.”

“Always.”


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A/N: sorry ‘bout the cheesy ending!! you’ll have to excuse any spelling mistakes that I may have done, but I am so freaking tired and I can all suddenly not spell correctly, hhaha

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He Touches Your Ass #1

Luke

He’s been doing it ever since you started your relationship, neither of you intend to take it anywhere else, it’s just casual. Luke will come down the stairs and walk down the hallway, seeing you standing at the counter doing whatever, thinking how good your ass looks in those jeans, and he’ll saunter in walking over to you, his hand sliding down your back and to your ass, you sigh with a small smile then look up at him. “What?” He asks innocently. “Nothing.” You shake your head, going back to what you were doing. “So, my mum wants us to go over next week, because apparently we haven’t seen everyone in a while, when we actually saw everyone last month.” Luke begins. “What day?” You ask. “Wednesday.” He says, his thumb going up and down on your ass. “Okay, looking forward to it.” You nod. “Cool, thank you, Ashton is coming over in a minute by the way.” Luke tells you and kisses your cheek, before squeezing your ass. “Love you.” He says like a school girl and walks away, you throwing a ‘love you too’ over your shoulder. Or he’ll do it when you’re walking down the hallway, and if he has socks on Luke will slide on the floor his hand connecting with your ass, “what’s for dinner tonight?” He asks. “Uh, I don’t know, take away?” You question. “This is one of the reasons I love you.” He says and slaps your ass lightly twice and walks away. He’ll never do it in public, only at home, or somewhere that is private.

Michael

Contrary to Luke, Michael would love to do it in public. You can guarantee he will do it every time you both go out, sometimes it’s to annoy you or it’s just by habit. You’re pushing the trolley, bent over looking at the shopping list, Michael will come back from getting some cereal a few aisles back, throwing it in the trolley as his hand becomes in touch with your ass. “Thank me later.” He says. “How do I do that?“  You raise an eyebrow. “I think you know.” He winks. “Get bent, Clifford.” You laugh and push his hand off you. “Oh, is this how we’re gonna play?” Michael questions. “Play what?” You ask as you turn down another aisle. “Babe, we’re married, you don’t have to play hard to get anymore.” Michael tells you. “I will hit you with this breadstick.” You threaten as you put it in the trolley. “You’ll hit me with Luke?” He asks and you just sigh, massaging your forehead. “Wow, your buns are a lot better than these buns.” He squeezes your ass and puts them in the trolley. “I want a divorce.” You claim. “If you do that, who will hold your ass as well as me?” He questions as he squeezes it. “I think it needs a rest from all the touching.” I inform. “Babe, just let it be, let’s the ass be, wait I’m gonna tweet that.” He gasps. “What #lettheassbe?” You question. “Yes! I’ll start a hashtag, great idea, this is why I married you.” He says. You shake your head and carry on shopping, going round the aisles with Michael on his phone, or occasionally losing him. “Oh, we forgot bananas, could you run and get some?” You ask Michael as you get to the check out. “I don’t know about running but sure. What do you need bananas for anyway?” He asks. “If you’re got around and I get lonely and bored, no, I’m making banana bread.” You joke as you load things on. “Do you really do that when I’m not around?” He questions. “No, I don’t stick fruit up my vagina, now go.” You turn him around and push him into the right direction. “I’m back, I know I’m the best husband ever, you can make it up to me later.” Michael comes back a minute later, his hand making contact with your ass. “Thank you.” You smile and give him a kiss and pull out your card, ready to pay for all this. There’s been so many pictures fans have taken of you guys with Michael’s hand on your ass, and everybody teases him about it, but he loves it because he loves the playfulness of your relationship.

Calum

Calum is more laid back compared to the others so he’d be more casual, you would both be on the couch, watching a film or something, you’d be laying between his legs, your head rested on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Originally his hands started at your waist, just holding it, then they gradually started to go south, going down to the small of your back, his hands interlocking together to get a tighter grip, then as you repositioned yourself on top of him he slid his hands down, placing them right on top of your ass. You’re so used to it now that it doesn’t even affect you, you just snuggle deeper into him. “Did you take the trash out?” You ask, looking up at him. “Yeah.” He nods looking down at you. “Thanks.” You smile and give him a kiss. There’s casual Calum, there’s also annoying and teasing Calum. You’d be busy, taking the washing out the washing machine, when he’ll come up to you, with a hot but annoying smirk and squeeze your ass, making you groan and stand up straight. “Really, Calum?” You question. “What?” He asks. “I hate you.” You sigh and begin to walk away, only to be pulled back by your hips. “Do you really?” He whispers in your ear. “Most of the time.” You nod. “You sure about that baby girl?” He questions and runs his nose along your neck.  “Yeah.” You confirm and turn around so that you’re facing him. Calum’s hands go down to your ass, and winks at you as you give him an unimpressed look. “Love you.” He grins at you. “Love you too, Cal.” You reply in the same tone, before kissing his jaw. “I have an idea.” You propose. “Spill.” He urges. “Let me touch your ass.” You say. “No, we’ve gone over this, only I get to touch the asses in this relationship. Let me handle the ass.” He tells you. “You never support me in anything I want to do!” I exclaim and walk away from him.

Ashton

As opposed to the others, Ashton uses his ability as a boyfriend in a ‘useful’ way. He guides you around with a hand on your ass, you’re so used to it now that you barely notice it. You’ll be at an arena that the boys were playing at later on, you’re all going through all the twisty bendy halls, so you can get to the dressing room. You’re on your phone texting your mum about things, so you’re not really paying attension to anything other than your phone. As you turn the corner Ashton’s hand comes down to your ass, guiding you round the corner. “Normal couples hold hands, but Y/N and Ashton hold asses.” Michael says. “Get bent, Clifford.” You tell him, making the others laugh. “You guys are so disgusting.” Luke shakes his head. “It’s only because you’re single and bitter.” Ashton responds and guides you round the final corner, there’s only a long corridor until you get to the dressing room. “What and me being in a relationship will make seeing you guys be gross easier?” Luke questions. “You’d understand it more.” Ashton shrugs. “We’ve been together for 6 years now, shouldn’t you be used to it now?” You ask. “It doesn’t make it any less traumatizing.” Calum speaks up. “Shut up, we’re in love.” Ashton dramatically says as we enter into the dressing room. “Don’t we know it.” Michael sighs and sits down on the couch. Ashton and you smile at each other, then Ashton kisses your lips before going to the snack table.

Aren’t I Good Enough? C.H

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warning: smutttttt

word count: 2200+

summary: Luke cheats on y/n with Arzaylea and Calum is there to support her and help her through it. 

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“He what?” I asked Ashton, not believing a single word of what I was hearing. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. Luke snuck Arzaylea on the bus countless numbers of times during the last few weeks of tour and it’s been eating me alive hiding that from you. You deserve so much better.” He told me with sympathy and I could feel the tears instantly streaming down my face. 

Normally, I wouldn’t believe anything until I talked to Luke about it first, but Ashton was one of my best friends and I knew that he would never lie to me. I sat there and repeated the words he just told me in my head, and there was a sudden knock at the door. 

“Well, thank you for being honest. I appreciate it, but I better let you go. Somebody’s here.” I told him. “Stay strong Y/N, I’m always here for you. Just remember that you deserve better than that dirty scumbag.” He told me. 

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