Ashton:
"Hey, what’s this?" You heard Ashton mumble as he clicked on a link on his timeline. You weren’t paying that much attention to him because you were reading about your celebrity crush in a gossip magazine, and you were really interested in the article you were reading. "Aww," you heard him coo, making you look up from your magazine for a moment. Your eyes widened when you saw him looking through a familiar looking blog on Tumblr - the theme was similar to your fan account’s one, with the same sidebar and the same posts you reblogged earlier today. "Shit," you hissed under your breath, when Ashton called your name with a grin. "Come over," he says, causing you to groan and curse inwardly, approaching your boyfriend with a frown on your face. He angles the laptop closer to you, so that you could see the laptop screen and grins, "Hey, is this your tumblr?" He asked, his adorable dimples making an appearance as he spoke. You turned your attention over to the laptop screen, breathing out a sigh and meeting his beautiful hazel colored eyes, "Well, yeah," Your eyes flickered over to the laptop screen once more before reverting your gaze back to those beautiful eyes of his. "Do you want me to tell you all about this blog of mine?" You decided to go ahead and ask, taking a seat beside him. He nodded once, making you smile before going ahead and going through your blog’s navigation. You explained the tags in your navigation, as well as the different pages and even telling him about your favorite blogs and favorite people. He listened to you intently, seemingly interested in your words, letting out a giggle in between your words every now and then. "These are my favorite pictures of you," you said, clicking on your Ashton tag. You watched as he scrolled through your Ashton tag, a smile creeping on his lips as he did. He scrolled through pictures and text posts about him, giggling and laughing at how funny his face looked every few pictures. You couldn’t help but smile, watching him laugh and giggle at his own face - he was just beautiful and perfect, he was everything you’ve ever dreamed of honestly. "Thank you," he says, pulling you by the wrist as he planted a kiss the top of your head. He exhaled, and you looked up at him, furrowing your eyebrows, "Thank you? What for?" A chuckle escaped his lips as he pecked your nose, wrapping his arms around your shoulder. "Thank you for being such a dedicated fan, I’m so glad I fell in love with one of the people I considered family," he whispers, making your heart flutter in your chest.
Michael:
"This is not fair!" Michael’s whiny voice echoed inside your room, making you look up at the purple haired boy who was currently scrolling through something on his phone, with a pout on his face. You chuckled, shaking your head before asking, "What’s wrong?" You took a sip from your hot chocolate, smiling as the warm liquid ran down your throat - it was a cold day in London, and you loved British winters. He turned to you, sticking out his bottom lip even more as he pointed to his phone screen, "You reblogged so many pictures of Calum today and none of me," His words almost made you choke on your hot chocolate, and you took a few moments to compose yourself and cough. Once you were done, you looked up at him and asked him how he knew that you reblogged Calum photos. You were having really bad Calum feels this morning and reblogged so many pictures of your boyfriend’s bandmate, you almost lost count of the number of posts. Michael gave a shrug, smirking as he showed you his phone - which was on the Tumblr app, looking through the blog with your url on it. You gasped, reaching out to grab the phone from his hand, but he stuck his tongue out and pulled his hand away, a groan escaping your lips as he did. He began to scroll down again, a sigh leaving his lips as he did and you observed the way his eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip curling out even more as he scrolled through your blog, and you realized one thing - he was definitely jealous. You decided to play with him a little bit, jealous Michael almost never makes an appearance, so why not make the most out of it? "I’m sorry, I’ve been having Calum feels lately," you pouted, lying down on the mattress behind you. Your statement made him look up from his phone, and you smirked inwardly, "He’s just so adorable, with his beautiful brown eyes and those lips - wow. I just wanted to fuck him, ya know?" You managed a low growl from him, and you propped yourself up, your gaze meeting his angry eyes. In one swift motion, he removed himself from the chair he was sitting on and was now straddling you, a smirk plastered on his face and his eyes were burning with jealousy. "Do you really think that Calum could fuck you as hard as I do?" He asked, leaning in. You could feel his hot breath on your face, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, and his smirk grew because he actually knew he was making you feel like this. "You better reblog more pictures of me instead of Calum," he says, attaching his lips onto your neck. You let out a gasp as he sucked on the sensitive spot, your fingers running through his hair as you shakily responded, "Y-yeah, I will. You know that I lov-love you so much, and I will always be a Michael girl," You heard him chuckle and whisper, "That’s what I wanted to hear," before his lips found yours.
Calum:
You sniffled, trying to fight the tears brimming in your eyes as you read through the latest chapter of you favorite fanfiction. It was a dramatic chapter, where something causes the two main characters drift apart and fall apart, jeopardizing their romance, love and their passion for one another. Once the main character said the parting words to her lover, a tear escaped your eye and you immediately raised your finger to wipe it away. “Calum needs to stop wearing black because my vagina cries everytime he does,” Calum says, raising his voice so you can hear it loud and clear. You looked up from your phone to see your boyfriend smirking at you, wiggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively, making you roll your eyes at him in response. You continued to read through the chapter, feeling slightly less sad by the sudden change of atmosphere. “Calum doesn’t understand how much I love him,” Calum says again, but you decided to ignore him this time. You focused entirely on your fanfic, but the next words that rolled off his tongue made your eyes go wide - “Reasons why Calum Hood should not wear clothes, a masterpost,” You just realized that you had posted these text posts a few days ago on your Tumblr, and he was reading through your own posts. You launched yourself at Calum, trying to snatch his phone away but he holds it above his head so you wouldn’t come close to reaching it. “Give it back Calum!” you yelled with a pout, but he shook his head laughing. He stopped laughing for a moment, locking gazes with you before he broke into a run, with you chasing after him, trying to shorten the distance between the two of you but failing miserably as he did longer legs than you did. You growled when you reached out to grab him, but he ducked out of the way, having you miss him by a bit. He took off laughing once again, sticking his tongue out when you flipped him off, panting and wheezing as you tried to catch your breath. Eventually, you stopped running altogether and rested your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath as you weren’t physically fit enough to run after him for a long time. You let out a gasp when he took both of your wrists and pinned it above your head, and pushed you down, causing you to fall onto the bed behind you. He hovered over you, a smirk present on his beautiful tanned face at the sight of you vulnerable underneath him. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his smirk turning into a warm smile as he whispered, “By the way, Y/U is so fucking adorable and I love her more than anything in the world.”
Luke:
You entered your shared room with your boyfriend with a huge smile on your face, as it has been a very long day and all you wanted to do right now was to cuddle with your boyfriend and whisper sweet nothings to each other until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. But you were surprised to see him sitting on the bed, scrolling through a tumblr dashboard on his laptop. You started to panic, as you haven’t told him about your secret fan blog for his band. You didn’t want him to think you were being weird, running a blog about him and his band while you were in a relationship with him. You silently approached him, praying to God that he doesn’t know about your blog, let alone follow you on Tumblr. Your eyes widened when you saw him looking through one of your posts - actually, every single post on his dashboard was yours, and you could feel the embarrassment creep up your face. You groaned inwardly at the sight of your thirsty posts, causing your boyfriend to let out a low chuckle and mutter a few incoherent words upon reading your thirsty posts. “How did you find my blog?” You asked, closing your eyes shut as you didn’t really want to see him when you were literally flushed in embarrassment. Your blog is your sort of Hannah Montana life, because you were almost like another person when you’re on tumblr. Tumblr is a way for you to express your feelings and share your thoughts, as you weren’t a very open person. Luke turned around and your eyes met his beautiful ocean blue colored ones, making your heart skip a beat at the beauty of your boyfriend. He let out a laugh and took you in his arms, squeezing you as he continued to laugh, “Your posts are absolutely hilarious and are insanely adorable. Why did you keep your blog a secret all this time?” He pulled away and looked directly into your eyes, and you saw the sincerity in those beautiful sapphire colored orbs. A smile made it’s way onto your lip, and you buried your face into his chest, pulling him closer than ever, “I thought you wouldn’t like me blogging about you guys,” He sighed, wrapping his arms around you once more and resting his chin on top of your head. “I love the fact that you blog about us even though you’re in relationship with me. It’s adorable, and by the way, I love you so much more than you love me,” he whispers, the horses in your stomach running wild with his words. “What did I even do to deserve you?” You asked him, smiling as he presses a kiss on the top of your head.
Credit to: cutelucas
