not sure why or how i came up with this?????
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Michael:
"WHY doesn't anything fit anymore?!" You cried, tossing yet another article of clothing onto the growing pile on the floor. Startled at your yell, your husband Michael burst into the room. "Y/N, baby, are you okay? I heard you yell," he said, clearly out of breath. The sight was sad: you sat on your bed, your bulging, pregnant belly was unable to fit in any of your shirts. "Michael," you sobbed, "my sweats aren't even fitting me anymore! My hips are swollen and they're sore! Sore! Who the hell wants sore hips? This freakin' baby is killing me!" Tears rolled down your face as you put on a sports bra and removed your too-tight leggings before laying down on the bed, sniffling. Michael walked over and laid a hand on your thigh. He noticed stretch marks, and he smiled. "Do you even know how much more beautiful these make you? Our baby is inside you and I love it and I love you even more than I have before. You're beautiful, Y/N. And you can borrow my sweatpants any time, hon," Michael offered. You wiped your nose before sitting up and cuddling into your husband, who cradled you in his arms.
Ashton:
Exiting the hospital, Ashton giggled at you. "Don't laugh at me, Irwin, I can break your leg and we can be twins," you threatened. Not three hours earlier, you miscalculated the distance from one step to another in your backyard, and you ended up falling down eight more stairs, fracturing your shinbone. Now, you were leaving the hospital on crutches. "Babe, how do you manage to still look sexy with one leg in a cast and hobbling around in crutches?" Ashton joked, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. You pouted. "Ashton! Everything hurts," you whined. "Well, you did just break your leg," Ashton commented. "Carry me?" Sighing, Ashton told you to sit on a bench while he took your crutches and tossed them in the car. When he came back, he put one hand around your waist and one under your legs and lifted you, bridal-style, before walking back to the car. "You know I love you, drama queen," Ashton said with a grin. You smiled in response and kissed his nose.
Luke:
Periods suck. Mood swings, cramps, cravings-all taking control of you for a solid week. Not to mention everything was sore. But one night, Luke came home from band practice. His hair was slightly disheveled and his arms seemed even more toned after years of playing guitar. Estrogen levels were through the roof this week, and when he came home, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping on him as soon as he walked through the door. Although he was surprised at first, Luke quickly became accustomed to your makeout-attack. Pushing you over to the couch, he laid you down and climbed atop of you. The both of you were clearly enjoying yourselves when Luke squeezed your boob and you let out a little yelp. "Y/N! Sweetheart, are you okay?" Luke asked, removing his lips from your neck. "Yeah," you squeaked. "I'm just on my period and my boobs are a little swollen and sore right now." You rolled your eyes as you noticed Luke trying to stifle a giggle.
Calum:
It was a great day outside, so you and Calum decided to play football (American soccer). It was you, Michael, and Luke on one team and Calum and Ashton and Louis (Tomlinson) on the other. Both of you had grown up with a football background and were determined to beat the crap out of each other. "Bring it Cal! You know you don't wanna beat me, you'll let me win!" You yelled across the field. Calum always let you win: card games, video games, but would he let you win a football game? A few minutes later, the scored was tied at 1-1, and Calum was coming for you. You were defending the goal, and he was dribbling your way. "Here it comes, Y/N!" He exclaimed. "I hope you're ready!" From about ten feet away, he kicked the ball as hard as he could...and you blocked it! With your crotch. "Fuck, Calum!" you screamed, kneeling down to the ground. "Babe, you don't have a penis! How can that hurt?" He called, running to you. "Vaginas are still sensitive, asshole," you groaned while you rolled around in the grass. "Yeah, I can tell from how you moan my name in bed," Calum whispered in your ear. You punched his arm. "What was that for?" He asked. "Be lucky it wasn't your sensitive dick."
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