I love you guys
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drawing on each other
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Calum:
"I missed you." Calum said as you laid on your shared bed, you in a tank top and pyjama pants and him in only his boxers. "I missed you more." You said and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He traced patterns on your bare shoulder softly. "What are you drawing?" You asked. He smiled and said, "Guess." You thought for a minute, thinking about the shapes he could possibly be drawing on you. "I have no idea." You said. "I drew a family... our family." He whispered. "Our what?" You asked. "I want to raise a family with you, Y/N." He said. "I want to as well." You smiled and kissed him with all the passion you had.
Ashton:
You loved moments like this, just you and ashton. He just got back from tour and you couldn't be happier. You were currently laying in his bed after an over due make out session. Side by side, you were panting and smiling like fools. You looked over at his bed side table and saw a black marker. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed the marker and straddled Ashton's waist. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You'll see." You told him, taking the cap off the marker and running your hand over his already bare chest. You leant down and right under his collar bone, you wrote your name in an arrow heart. "I've got your name tattooed in an arrow heart." he sang quietly. "And I know now," you continued. "That I'm so down." You both sang together before connecting your lips again.
Michael:
"I'm so happy you came to visit me." Michael said between kisses. You were both in his dressing room, fitting in a well needed make out before he went on stage. He laid down on the couch and you straddled him, continuing to kiss. Him being the cheeky little shit he is, he reached and touched your butt, only to pull out a pen from your back pocket. "A pen?" he asked. "I dunno, I just had it." You said before kissing him again, but he was having none of it. He flipped you over so you were underneath him now, with him straddling your small waist. "You fucker." You groaned when he still refused to kiss you. He smirked before covering your eyes with one hand, while drawing something on your forehead with the pen in his other hand. "For fucks sake, Michael!" You gasped when you felt the pen on your cheek. He pulled his hands away and smiled as he showed you a mirror. You gasped and chased him around the dressing room after seeing 'I love Michael' on your forehead surrounded my drawings of dicks.
Luke:
"-and I just finished this one yesterday." You showed your boyfriend your paintings that you created while he was away on tour. "Mm, you're so talented." He hummed as he kissed you. When you didn't kiss back as strongly, he pulled away. "What's wrong." He asked. "Well I have a project for art class... we have to make a painting but do it in the most creative way possible." You bit your lip. "And..." He asked. "I have an idea." You told him, "Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach on the bed." You said and went to get your paint supplies. He did as he was told and you soon came back, straddling his bum and you got to work. You painted on his back, and he relaxed as the brush tickled his back. Acoustic All Time Low songs played softly in the background of the relaxing time you were sharing. You let your emotions and hands take over as you painted a perfect picture on the back of your boyfriend. When you were finished you smiled at the artwork and got out your camera, taking a picture and leaning down to kiss the base of his neck. "I love you." You whispered in his ear. "I love you, too." He said before turning on his back and kissing your lips with passion, not caring about the picture he just ruined.
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I guess Luke's is kinda painting, not drawing but yolo
the picture on the top/side is kinda what you were doing to luke in this, kay?
I love you
- becca