5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

Hugs

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(( A/N: I feel depressed rn and I just wanna cuddle with Michael. ))

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Luke:

Luke stepped over the threshold of your house, and immediately wrapped his arms around you. "I-I'm so cold." He stammered. You giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist while Luke shivered. "Its so fucking cold outside." He mumbles, tightening his grip on you. "Then why did you walk here?" You scold. "I wanted to cuddle." Luke whines, and turns his head and kisses your jawline. "Luke, you have a fucking car." You laugh, and kick the door closed. "I couldn't find my keys." He says, and you can practically hear him pouting. You reach into his hoodie pocket, and pull your hand out, your fingers closed around something. You pull away and dangle his keys in between you and Luke. "Found it."

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Michael:

You stand on your tip toes looking around for any glimpse of the familiar blonde haired boy. You eyes trace over the bustling crowd of people at the airport, your gaze lingering on each of the faces. Suddenly, you feel someone wrap their arms around your waist. The familiar smell of Papa Don's overwhelms you, and you instantly know it's Michael. You twist around and stand on the tips of your Converse, your arms thrown tightly around your boyfriends neck, whom you haven"t seen in months. You both are oblivious to the fans awing and the camera shutters. Michael tightens his grip on you and rocks slightly back and forth. You breathe in deeply, and hold him tighter. No one could come in between you two.

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Ashton:

"Truth or dare?" Your boyfriend randomly asks you, while your doing the washing. "Dare." You answer and pour the laundry detergent in. "I dare you to hug me." Ashton says, saying it like it took him a while to figure it out. "What kinda dare is that?" You scoff. "Aw, is Y/N a chicken?" Ashton taunts, and you roll your eyes. "Can you fucking not?" You huff, and close the door for the washer. "Hey, dont swear." Ashton pouts. "So, are you going to hug me, or not?" Ashton says, wiggling his eyebrows, and opening his arms. You roll your eyes, smiling and slip into his arms, which he quickly wraps around you, and you chuckle. "Don't laugh at me." He whines. 

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Calum.

"You should seriously consider hugging me." Your best friend Calum says, a hint of sarcasm laced in his voice. You roll your eyes and continue scrolling through your twitter feed. "Y/N come on, I feel lonely." He whines, and you close twitter and open up your iMessage. A few moments later Calums phone dings and he pulls it out. "Y/N, talk to me, don't just text me! I can't take the silent treatment forever!" He complains. Suck my ass, you text him. "If you let me!" He exclaims, clearly frustrated. "Just one hug." He bargins, and opens up his arms. You groan and slide into his arms, with a sound of protest. "Cuddle with me." Calum says, and your heart melts.

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(( A/N: I AM THE QUEEN OF NOT UPDATING. ))

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