#97- You Cuss Too Much
Alright so I'm gonna continue until I totally run out of ideas. Request closed though cuz there wasnt any lol.
Ashton: "I wish you wouldn't swear so much," he sighs as you furiously tug your brush through your hair, cursing every time you hit a tangle. Taking the handle from you he begins to detangle your hair gently as he continues, "You don't have to curse because something simple's making you mad. Just... I don't know, punch a pillow or something."
Luke: "You know, you curse a lot," he comments lightly, drawing your attention from your botched eyeliner to him as you raise an eyebrow. "No, it doesn't really bother me," he adds before you can ask, "but I don't understand why you need to. Such violent words shouldn't slip past lips as beautiful as yours."
Michael: "Michael, get your fat fūcking ass off of me! Are you trying to kill me, you bloody prick?" you groan as you try to push him off you, where he'd landed after slipping on the Twister mat beneath you. He leans back, affronted. "Hey! Are you trying to destroy my delicate ego? You sound more masculine when you swear than I do!"
Calum: "Ouch! Motherfūcking shīt! Ow, ow, ow! That burns like a bastard!" you yell as you dash over to the sink, washing the chilli oil out of the bleeding cut on your finger. Calum's eyes are wide as he rushes over to help, taking you into his arms when you're patched up. "You're lucky you hurt yourself, or I'd be horrified by that filthy language."
Alright incase anyone gets offended of the fat part please dont cuz it's a joke between friends kinda thing and I wouldn't joke on fatness, I'm fat myself.
-ree x
