Michael:
The two of you were coming home from an after party after the Fall Out Boy concert. Or, you were driving home. Michael was clearly shitfaced and kept slurring his words. "Y/N, baby, I'm a kitten. Look at me," he said, and began to meow. This brought a smile to your face. "Yes, you are. You're my little kitten, aren't you?" You asked, giggling. Michael kissed your shoulder. "Been your kitten from the start, Y/N. Always gonna be your kitten," he muttered. Even though he was drunk, his words warmed your heart and reminded you that Michael would always be yours.
Ashton:
5 Seconds of Summer had finally finished writing the songs on their second album! They decided to have a celebration with John Feldy, and you obviously came because you were Ashton's girlfriend.
No less than two hours later, Ashton was wasted. He was tripping over his own feet and talking to inanimate objects. Deciding to prevent him from further embarrassment, you walked over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Ash?" You whispered to him. "Do you wanna go home, babe?" Ashton threw his arm over your shoulder and whispered a little loudly into your ear: "Y/N...did you know that I used to work at KFC?" Upon hearing this, you burst out in laughter. "Yes, Ashton, I'm fully aware! Now, I think we should go home," you advised, and you helped him out to the car and drove him home.
Luke:
It was a stay-at-home night with your boyfriend, Luke, and the rest of the band. Calum suggested that you all play a drinking game, and sadly for Luke, he didn't have a very high alcohol tolerance. After only four shots, he became very giggly. In your opinion, he resembled a large six year old. "Y/N! Look at me! Look at my little party hat!" Luke had put his empty shot glass atop his head and had the biggest grin on his face. He was laughing uncontrollably. "It's funny because shot glasses can't be hats! That's silly!" He exclaimed. Smiling, you kissed his cheek and realized how much entertainment he would be at parties.
Calum:
No place like the club to get drunk. Calum had taken you to a local bar/club for your birthday, but you were underage and didn't drink. However, Calum seemed to have forgotten that he was also underage. After a few (several) drinks, the two of you were dancing on each other on the dance floor. He was holding your hips and you were grinding against him. "God, you're so hot, Y/N," he whispered into your ear. You let out a little gasp when his hand snuck up to your breast and gave it a little squeeze. "How about we take this home?" He asked, and you nodded quickly, exiting the club and hurrying home for a night of fun.
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wow i haven't updated this in forever im so sorry omg
don't give up on these bc they ain't finished >:-)
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gonna try and update more often becaaaaaause my last day of school was today so yay summer!!!
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