5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

How He Wakes You Up

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(( A/N: Hi, my head hurts, and my summer break started on the 23rd. it's so hot in Washington wtf. ))

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Luke:

"Y/N," Luke said, dragging out the last syllable. He played with the ends of your hair, while you cuddled into his chest and slept. "Y/N," He tried, louder this time. He groaned, and rolled, so he was laying flat on his back. Even though you were sleeping, you curled up to him.  He scrunched up his nose, finding you unbearably cute. "Baby," He laughed, shaking your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered open, you pouted and Luke smiled at you. "Good morning," He said, and leaned down to kiss you, but you whined, and shrugged his hand off, before slipping back into slumber. "Godammit, Y/N, you're like a bear that's hibernating," He huffed. Luke laid there for a minute, assessing whether or not it was worth it to miss lunch with the boys. It was Michael's treat, so he really had to pour over the question. Michael rarely ever paid. He looked over his shoulder, and the alarm clock read 10:07. He always sung to you, because it helped you fall asleep, so if he sang, would it wake you up? Using the twisted logic, Luke put his plan into action. "And baby, everything that I have is yours, you will never go cold or hungry, I'll be there when you're insecure, let you know that you're always lovely." He sang, obnoxiously loud. "Luke," You groused, burying your face into his shoulder. "Girl, you are the only thing that I got right now. One day, when the sky is falling, I'll be standing right next to you, right next to you." He continued, even louder, his jar rippling underneath his stubble. "Nothing will ever come betwee-" He continues the chorus, but you clamped your hand over his mouth. "Stop singing, Justin Bieber."

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Michael:  

"Y/N, you're gonna be late for dress shopping," Michael said, while he shook your shoulder. Today was the scheduled date for you to buy your wedding gown. Last night, you and Michael had gone to a carnival, and you both had come home around 2 in the morning. Needless to say, you were tired. "Reschedule it," You mumbled, pulling the duvet up to your chin, and pulling Michael towards you, and wrapping your arms around his waist. "You're buying your wedding dress, today, and if I have to go with you, I will," Michael said sternly, because he had a surprise date planned for tomorrow. "Okay," You said, smiling contently, and burying your face in his chest. "Y/N, I'm fucking serious," Michael warned, but couldn't help, and cuddle back. "Mmmhmm," You hummed. "Baby," He complained, trying to wedge himself out of your grip. "Babe, do me a favor?" You asked, yawning. "Anything, if you get out of bed," Michael begged. "Go and buy a dress for me. That way, I know you'll like it, and I love your choices, you even picked out the shoes I'm going to wear." You justified, and Michael scoffed. The shoes were beautiful Vera Wang heels. "What? They're really cute!" You said. "First you go, and if doesn't work out, I'll go," He negotiated. "No," You said stubbornly, finally fully opening your eyes. "I give up!" Michael groaned, before literally pushing you off the bed. "Baby, it's cold down here," You whined. "I don't fucking care," He huffed, and you stayed right there. A few minutes later, Michael piped up. "You're still there, aren't you?" "Yup," At this point, he rolled off of the bed, and picked you up bridal style, the covers still twisted around your bare body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and snuggled into his collarbone. "Let's go brush your teeth," He sighed.

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Ashton: 

"Baby, wake up," Ashton says, pushing you off of his chest. "No," You whine, cuddling with his pillow, since he had rolled out of bed. "We're going to my family reunion, get up," He said, a light tune of seriousness laced in his voice. "Baby no," You say, pulling the duvet over your bare shoulder. "I'll wake you up after my shower," Ashton says, and you happily fall back asleep. Meanwhile, Ashton wasn't up to much good. He had a weird candle addiction, so he gathered about twenty candles, and placed them at a table in the hallway. He scrounged around in the kitchen for matches, and returned to outside the room. He lit all of the three wick candles, and soon the house was filled with a disgusting scent. "Ashton stop cooking!" You yell from your room. "I'm not," Ashton says, feigning panic, he opens the door, to the room, and you see the flickering light, and the smell becomes stronger. "Ashton, what the fuck?" You say, feeling scared. You thought something was burning, and with how Ashton was acting, it confirmed your suspicions. "Get out of bed," He rushes, and bites his lip. You slowly push the duvet off, feeling groggy. "Godammit, Y/N! Move faster!" He shouts, and you can't help but roll your eyes. You pad across the room, and when you finally cross the threshold, you see that the only thing burning is candles. "Oh, God Ashton. Seriously?" You groan, gently pushing the smirking boy. "You wouldn't get out of bed so," He giggled, and pulled you in to hug you. "Don't be mad baby," He says, trying to console you. "You fucking ruined my sleep," You grumble, and he kisses the top of your head. "Well we would've been late, right?" He says, and you nod. "But, my house stinks." You whine. "I'll blow out the candles, and open all the windows," He states, and you pull away to give him a kiss.

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Calum:

"Y/N!" Calum yells, bouncing on the bed, and dragging out the last syllable. You groan and tuck the covers over your head. "Wake up, baby!" He shrills. He continues jumping on the bed, making your body teeter back and forth. "We're going to see Luke's new baby, Scarlette. So get the fuck out of bed!" He screams, acting childish. "Babe, stop it," You mumble, and he somehow listens to you, and flops down, beside you. "I can't wait to see her," He grins, and you stomach turns into a knot, knowing you'll have to tell your husband, sooner or later. He fishes your hand out from under the duvet, and twists your wedding band around your finger. "Wear the diamond today," He states, and you nod. "Anything for you," You smile. "You know what I want?" Calum blurts out, after a few minutes of silence. He turns to face you, and you raise your eyebrows questioningly. Just as you place your right hand on your stomach, Calum rips the covers off of your body, and you quickly withdraw your hand. "For me to get out of bed?" You try. "Well, that and another thing," He chuckles, taking your other hand in his, and placing and kiss on each knuckle. "Luke has a baby. Ashton's wife is pregnant. Michael had one, and one on the way." He says, looking up at you nervously. "C-Calum, I don't understand," You stutter, but you do know, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. "Y/N, I want a baby." He says softly, and you almost scream. "If you don't want one that's fine. We can wait it out, and uhm, get pregnant when you want. By me of course, if any man were to touch you like that, I'd break his dick and his hands off-" He rambles, and you shut him up with a kiss. "Calum," You begin, taking one of his hands in yours, and placing it on your stomach. "I'm pregnant."

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(( A/N: the song in luke's preference is next to you by justin bieber feat. chris brown in case you wanna sue me. ))

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