#59- They Find an Old Fanfiction You Wrote
Ashton: "I'm so glad you're finally moving in with me, baby," Ashton's voice murmurs into your hair while you two stand wrapped up in each other's arms in front of his house. "I am too," your whisper in response, "Maybe we should christen the sheets on our brand new bed," you add with a wink, breaking free of his grasp to saunter inside. "Hubba hubba," he replies jokingly as he follows you inside, completely on board with your plan. The next morning as you're unpacking, he comes across one of your notebooks and takes a peek inside. "'I love you, Ashton! Why can't you see that?' she yelled in my face while her tears made black stains on pale cheeks." "What are you reading?" you ask, only half-listening. "Something you wrote in your notebook... Wait, is this about me?" "It was a fanfiction I wrote, uhh, a while ago and I liked it." "It's called *insert random fic name*" "Sometimes I get bored while you're away," you reply with a pout, while your cheeks are painted crimson red in embarrassment, "Don't judge." He lets out a soft, endearing chuckle, "It's cute, baby. Can I read the rest of it?" "Absolutely not!" you reply, taking the notebook out of his hands and chucking it across the room into another box. "There was something in there that I'd like to re-enact," he says with a grin as his arms wrap around your waist. "And what was that?" you murmur just before his lips come crashing down on yours.
Luke: "Do I have a bad temper?" Luke asks you as you're coming out of the shower and he's closing his laptop. "No, why?" you ask as you walk into the walk-in closet you share to dress. When you emerge, he's looking at you almost curiously. "You promise?" "Yeah, babe. Why do you ask?" "Oh, no reason..." he murmurs, scooting over in bed to make room for you. He opens his arms and you snuggle into them as he presses a kiss to the top of your slightly-damp head. Before you know it, you've fallen asleep in his arms, warm and content. You wake up before him and get an urge to check on a few of your friends from social media sites. You reach over for Luke's laptop, having already known the password and unlock it. The first thing you see is an Internet page open to wattpad. Your eyes skim the words and you realize this is yours. You immediately close the page as well as the laptop as your boyfriend stirs awake next to you. "You read it?" you ask, biting down on your lower lip. "Guilty," he replies with a shy smile, "You made it seem like I have this explosive temper, so that's why I had to ask." "It was just fanfiction, babe!" you reply with a laugh as he pulls you against him in a hug. "True," he says as a grin forms on his lips, "But now I know what to do when you get mad at me, and that maybe I should consider kissing you in the rain."
Michael: Michael just came home from tour yesterday and begged you to watch a movie with him. You sit cuddled up next to him, actually paying attention to the movie while he can't tear his eyes away from his phone. The reflection of the screen in his eyes shows he's reading something but you can't tell what exactly. You shrug it off, figuring any of the boys emailed him, asking his opinion on some lyrics or something and turn your attention back to the movie. Just as the movie ends and you stand to stretch, Michael jumps up, "Oh my God!" "What's wrong, baby?" you ask confusedly. "How could you end it there?" "The movie had a relatively happy ending, he got the girl and sh—" "I'm not talking about the movie, I'm talking about your story!" "What story, Michael..?" "The one on your tumblr!" "WHAT?!" you exclaim. He notes the expression on your face and takes off running, "You made me wanna be gay for Luke!" You chase him down but he's always just an arm's length out of reach, "You read it? You fucker!" "I liked the part where you were my girlfriend that I had to break up with to be gay with Luke and then when I went to his house, we fucked for the first time." You finally catch up to him and he chuckles, "It was cute, babe." He kisses your forehead but you're still blushing. (I AM MUKE AF RN)
Calum: "*insert random fic name* by Y/U/N." Your head whips up so fast your neck hurts and you hit your head on the top of his bunk. "What?!" you exclaim, "Don't read that!" He clicks on the link to your Wattpad and grins widely, starting to read, "Chapter one. There he is, Calum Hood. I can't help but feel like—" But he's caught off by a pillow to the face. "Calum Thomas Hood!" you yell with a blush coloring your cheeks, "Do not read that." He looks up at you with innocent eyes but a devious smirk upon perfectly shaped lips, "I'm gonna get you. That was second-degree pillow assault." He sets his laptop aside and tackles you back against the bed. You explode into a fit of giggles as his fingers dance up and down your sides, tickling you relentlessly. He finally lets up five minutes later and presses a kiss to the hollow behind your ear, whispering, "That's not the only thing of yours I've read. You write about some pretty X-rated fantasies, my dear. Would you like to act upon those?" "Oh, not with you, I ended up with Michael in the end, but I doubt you read that far," you say teasingly. "Really?" he asks with a pout. "No, Hood," you reply with a laugh that gets cut just a little short but the sensation of his lips on your neck and a soft, 'good' murmured against your skin.
