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#39 Cute Sneezing Fit

#39 Cute Sneezing Fit

Luke:
You were sleeping soundly when a loud sneeze wakes you up. You turn your body to see Luke sitting upright in bed, a box of tissues in his hand.

"Sorry b-" A loud sneeze cuts him off. His body trembles as a wave of short little sneezes attacks him.

"Aww my poor baby," you coo while rubbing his back.

"Is my little Lukey getting sick?" you pout your lips slightly and he glares at you before sneezing again. After a few more sneezes and sniffles he lets out a relieved sigh.

"Sorry I woke you up babe," He says, pulling you down so you lie down with him.

"It's no problem," you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.

"Now go back to sleep."

Calum:
The leaves crunch beneath your feet as you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend. The cold fall air whips against your bodies, forcing you closer together until there is no more space between the two of you. You rest your head on his shoulder, enjoying the his presence. All of a sudden his hand flies to cup his mouth and he lets out a small sneeze. You giggle.

"You have such a girly sneeze," you whisper.

"I do no-" he lets out another sneeze, than another, and another. By the time he's done his little sneezing fit you are doubled over laughing. He pouts.

"You're mean Y/N," he crosses his arms across his chest. You smile and reach for his hand but he pulls away.

"Aww come on Cal," he pouts even more.

"No. Y/N was mean," you reach for his hand again but he won't have it.

"What can I do to get your forgiveness?" you giggle. He thinks for a moment before opening up his arms.

"Cuddle?" you gladly oblige and wrap your arms around his neck. He nuzzles his head into your hair.

"You're forgiven," he whispers. (am I the only one who read cuddle in the deleted keek voice?)

Michael:
"Fuck!" you scream for about the millionth time as you lose, again. You throw your controller on the ground.

"This is not fair! I demand a rematch!" you declare. Michael just smirks at you triumphantly.

"You're just gonna lose Y/N, whats the point?" he teases.

"Hmph. We'll see about that," you mutter to yourself. You quickly go to the kitchen and grab the pepper shaker. Smirking, you hide it behind your back and go back to the living room.

"You ready to get owned again?" he says.

"We'll see about that Clifford." After 5 minutes of intense gaming, you near the finish line with Michael in the lead. Right before he crosses the finish line, you blow some pepper towards him. He sneezes, causing him to drop the controller. He keeps sneezing, allowing you to cross the finish line and claim victory.

"Yes!" you pump your fist into the air.

"That's not fair, you cheated!" he says through sneezes.

"Nope, I used strategies," you smirk, earning yourself a glare. He tackles you from the other side of the couch. He straddles your waist and huskily whispers.

"You've been a bad girl Y/N. And bad girls need to be punished," he smirks. You scrunch up your face in a disgusted way.

"You are not touching me after all the sneezing," you giggle. Sliding out from underneath him, you run out of the room, forcing him to chase after you.

"You'll never catch me Clifford!"

Ashton:
You quietly hummed 'Try Hard' as you put the freshly made cupcakes into the oven. Glanced around the messy kitchen you decide you begin to clean while they bake.

"Y/N?" Ashton calls out.

"Kitchen babe!" you reply. He walks in and snakes his hands around your waist whilst you clean. He litters your neck with soft kisses.

"Ash I'm trying to clean."

"Hmmm?" he says between kisses.

"Stop," he rebels and continues kissing and sucking on your skin.

"Ashton, don't make me," you warn. He doesn't seem to care about your warning.

"You asked for it," you say while flicking flour in his face. He jumps away from you, shocked from what just happened. You smirk and lean on the counter.

"I said stop," you say.

"You're gonna get it Y/N!" you giggle.

"Am I now?" you throw more flour in his direction, accidentally getting it in his nose, causing him to sneeze.

"You. Better. Run. Y/N. I. Will Get. You!" he exclaims between sneezes. You raise your eyebrows.

"And how will you do this exa-" he cracks an egg onto your hair.

"That's how," he smirks and runs out of the kitchem.

"ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN YOU ARE SO DEAD!" you scream before chasing after him.

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this is so short omg sorry

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