5SOS Bullshit Imagines

Going to KFC

You rode your pet horse, Smash, to the KFC nearby, hoping to get some chicken and flirt with that weird worker again.

You absolutely adored him and his ass in those red pants. He was funny, cute, and at times would throw in some coupons for you to use later on that week just so you would return and see him again.

As you tied Smash on a pole, you heard a shout.

That kid Michael, who works at McDonalds approached you.

You used to like him and his pickle, if you know what you mean, but that was before you were introduced to Ashton's thighs.

"Pretty girl, where have you been?" He asks.

He extends his hand over his hair net and pulls it off, the streaks of blonde covering his scalp. You remember how much he used to dye it when you'd spend time with him.

"I've been watching 50 Shades of Who The Hell Do You Think You Are?" You place both your hands on your hips.

Michael furrows his eyebrows and steps closer to you. "Because I've heard you've been after those drumsticks and that ass." He nods his head over to KFC.

You quickly straighten up to defend myself. "That's not true! They don't sell chicken ass!!"

You feel anf hand on your shoulder and when you turn around, Ashton stands behind you.

"Babe. He's talking about my ass."