5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

He yells at your Child

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Calum:
You and Cal had decided to have a night out and knowing you would be home later in the morning, you told your daughter that you would be out all night and not to wait up for you. You two had a great time with friends and when it was time to come home, you were both exhausted from all that dancing. You pulled into the driveway and realized that your daughter's bedroom light was still on. You shared a weary glance and unlocked the door quietly. Maybe she had just fallen asleep with the light on. It WAS 4 in the morning and it wasn't like her to be up so late.
You went to the bedroom to get ready for bed and Calum went to go check on your daughter. As you put your hair in a messy bun, you heard Calum scream, "WHAT THE HELL?" and loud shuffling. You automatically ran to the room to find Calum glaring at a half naked boy scrambling to put his shirt on. Your daughter was sitting on her bed, looking absolutely mortified.
Calum took a deep breath and looked straight at the boy, "You need to get the FUCK out of my house." They boy took a sharp breath and ran out mumbling "Yes, sir." He turned to your daughter, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he started, his voice raising as he spoke. "I can't BELIEVE you. This is SO irresponsible! I hope you know how much trouble you're in!"
"I'm sorry dad." she said quietly, pushing hair out of her face.
"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT THIS TIME. THIS IS THE DUMBEST THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE. YOU'RE LOSING ALL PRIVLEDGES FOR A WEEK. NO! A MONTH! YOU KNOW THAT ALL THAT BOY WANTED WAS SEX! HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU OR LOVE YOU OR WHATEVER YOU THINK!" his voice rang through the house. He had never gone off like that before. Your daughter started softly crying.
"Cal." you put your hand on his shoulder and he jumped a little.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I just know what boys at that age want and I don't want you to get caught up in all that. And I don't appreciate being disrespected like this, alright?" she nodded, "Now, you still will be punished but we'll talk about that in the morning. Your mom and I need some thinking to do."
"I'm sorry, Dad." she hugged him.
"I know. Now go to sleep." he hugged her back and let her go, exiting the room to your bedroom where you both fell asleep from a very long night.

Ashton:
Ash was cooking dinner while you watched the baby and your oldest, 6 years old, played in his room. Your baby would not go to sleep no matter what you tried, so you weren't really paying much attention to your other child and you knew he had made a mistake when you hear the sound of a kickdrum go "boom boom BANG" and then the crash of a cymbal. "Shit." you mumbled under your breath and went to set the baby down to deal with your older son but the second you set your youngest down, he started wailing. It looked like Ashton would have to deal with this one.
The second Ashton heard his kick drum, he was on high alert. The only drum set in this house was the very first drumset he had used with the band and it meant more to him than a lot of things in life. And when he heard the cymbal falling, he was already halfway down the hallway, his face turning red with anger.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked your son through his teeth.
"I- I was-" he started staggering but then Ashton saw the mess he had made. There was a hole in the kickdrum, the pillow removed from the inside, and the cymbals were both laying on the ground, detached from their stands.
"IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE. YOU'VE BROKEN MY MOST PRIZED POSSESION. THIS CAN NEVER BE REPLACED! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" Ashton yelled. He hadn't moved an inch, just stood staring at your son.
The 6-year-old boy burst into tears and stumbled through the words, "I was just trying to be like you, Daddy."
Immediately, Ashton's face softened and he got on his knees to meet his little boy's face. "Hey, hey, look at me." His hazel eyes met his father's, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," he wiped away one of his tears with the hem of his shirt. "You just know how much this drumset means to me. I can get it fixed, it'll all be okay. And I would love to get you your own drumset and teach you, how about that?" Your son smiled and nodded vigorously. "Good, we'll do all that together tomorrow. Now let's go eat some spaghetti, okay?"
He nodded again and Ashton messed up his hair on their way to the dinner table.

Michael:
You and Michael were in bed just talking about your day quietly, trying not to wake up your 16-year-old daughter in the next room. You heard her door open and close but thought nothing of it, assuming she was going to the bathroom. When you both realized an hour had passed without hearing the door, you got a little worried. Michael got up to check on her and make sure she wasn't sick.
"BABE." he called to you. You got up quickly, worried that she was hurt. When you found Michael, he was standing outside her bedroom door. "She's gone. She snuck out." he said through tight lips.
"Are you serious?" you sighed. This was her third time in the last year getting caught. She had had a streak of sneaking out and getting high with her friends. You had hoped she had stopped since it had been 9 months since the last time and she had two little siblings to role model for, but obviously you had thought wrong.
So you two pulled out a blanket and decided to wait in the living room where you would see her sneak in. Both of you were tired but you stayed up until the light started touching the windows outside and your daughter came in through the door, looking more worn out than you two.
"I can explain." she pushed her hair back.
Michael stood up and walked so he was just a few feet away from her. "You have nothing to explain. I cannot believe you. I cannot BELIEVE YOU. WE TRUSTED YOU. We thought you were done with all this? Have you started using again too? How can we EVER trust you again? You know the answer? WE CAN'T. YOU WILL NEVER BE TRUSTED IN THIS HOUSEHOLD AGAIN."
With that, your daughter burst into a quick fit of tears, curled her hands into fists and wiped her eyes, standing up strong, "If you feel that way without me even giving you an explanation, then I guess that's fine."
Michael scoffed, "Fine, tell us your lame excuses."
"Michelle overdosed tonight and no one was around to take her to the hospital. So she called me and I took her to get her stomach pumped and everything and it was the scariest fucking experience of my life. She almost died. They thought they lost her at one point. It was amazing that she could even call me. So in case you were wondering, I regret absolutely nothing because I saved a life tonight." she walked away and slammed her door.
Shortly after, your youngest child opened their door, "Whas goin on?" they wiped their eyes.
"Nothing sweetie, go back to bed. I'll tuck you in." you walked into their room and let them go back to sleep. After, you watched Michael handle your daughter through her doorway.
"I'm sorry. I am. But you can understand why I was so mad right? It's because I love you. And I can't stand seeing you addicted to those pills that almost killed your friend tonight. Please forgive me for going off on you like that." he begged while sitting next to her on the bed.
"I get it, Dad. I'm just your druggie teenage daughter. You have two little kids to actually care about." she shrugged and wiped her eyes again.
"Don't you dare ever think that you're less important than your little brother and sister. I love you all equally and you will ALWAYS be loved by me and your mother. I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to talk earlier, okay?" he put his arm around her shoulders.
"Okay." she hugged him tight.

Lucas:
"WEEEE!" Your 3-year-old daughter screamed with joy as your 10-year-old son pushed her on the swing. You and Luke had decided to take them to the park. The two of you sat on the bench, glancing at them every now and then because you had told your son to watch over your daughter for a while.
In one of the moments where you weren't paying attention to the kids, you both heard your little girl scream and a thud followed by crying.
Immiediately, Luke stood up and shouted "WHAT DID YOU DO?" Your daughter was his prized possession, she was Daddy's little girl and she was more precious than anything else in his life. Now, he loved both of you kids equally but he knew how fragile a little girl could be and was always worried about her safety. Especially when he had raised your son rough-housing with him all the time and he knew he had it in him to accidentally hurt your daughter.
"I- I didn't mean to." he stuttered, trying to help your daughter up but being so nervous, he dropped her again and she started crying even harder. Luke picked her up and coddled her against his chest.
"You should've been more careful." he spit the words with venom.
"Is she okay?" he reached up to touch her arm which was bleeding.
"DON'T TOUCH HER." Luke yelled at him.
Your son shrunk into himself and when Luke turned away, he started crying.
You hugged him, "Luke, come on." You looked at him expectantly. He turned around to see your son crying and his face went from angry to concerned in less than one second.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." He knelt down so he was eye to eye with him, "I know you didn't mean to, you just have to be more careful with her, okay? She can't get hurt like you and me. She isn't tough like us boys." Luke explained.
"I know, I didn't mean for her to fall, I really didn't. Is she okay? I really really REALLY hope she isn't hurt." your son looked from his sister to Luke and that's when he realized that your son loved your daughter just as much as he did. From then on, he trusted him with her way more often than before