5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

He Surprises You

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Y/N/N : Your Nick Name

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Luke:

"Okay, three-quarters of a step to the right," Luke instructs, and you obey. You place your hands over Luke's, which were covering your eyes. "Y/N that was, like, one and a-quarter step," He groans, and you giggle, while shuffling to the left. "You didn't have to get me a gift, baby," You say, the tiles cold under you feet, for the millionth time that night. "Okay, I'm gonna take my hands off," He says, and lifts his hands gently off of your eyes, and from behind you, wraps his arms around around your waist. Your jaw drops as you catch sight of the expensive Versace designer dress that you had been wanting since you and Luke had been going out. "Lucas," You gasp, and turn to him. He smiles, and runs a hand through his quiff. "I-I'm speechless," You say, and peck him on the lips. He grins and kisses you. "I love you so much," He smiles, and you turn around and your arms snake around Luke's neck. "I love you so much more," You reply, and nuzzle into his neck. "I-I'm speechless," You say, and peck him on the lips. "I'll be speechless tonight, when you wear that dress to our reservation,"

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Michael:

You weren't having the best of days, so when Michael called you during your lunch break, you snapped at him. Once you arrived home, you saw a small envelope on the front table, which you normally threw your keys on, with your name scribbled on with Michael's messy handwriting. "Michael, I'm home!" You called out, whilst eyeing the envelope. My babygirls' having a bad day, and I want to cheer her up with some thing PINK, it read, along with $50 Victoria's Secret Pink gift card. You grinned, and held the letter close to you. You head over to the couch, so you can grab the remote, and turn the television off, and you spot another envelope. You're tired, so refresh yourself, Michael's writing read. Next to it was a Victoria's Secret Pink water bottle filled with your favorite tea. You take a swig from the bottle, and shake your head slightly and grin at your boyfriends' dorkyness. You head over to the stairs, so you can change into comfy clothes, and thank Michael, when you find another envelope taped to the railing. This house is damn cold, so you're probably cold, it read, scrawled in Michael's messy handwriting. Hanging off of the edge of the railing was a Victoria's Secret Pink hoodie. You suppressed a giggle, and you pulled the hoodie over your head. In your bedroom, you didn't find Michael, but several Victoria's Secret, and Pink bags spread along the floor, and a few things neatly displayed. Out of its case, was a new pair of Nike Roshes. Michael places his hands on your hips and gently turns you around. "I threw away the receipt and took the tags off of everything," Michael smirks, knowing that you'll probably return everything. You kiss his nose, and snake your arms around his neck. "Thank you, baby," You shake your head while saying, "This is so stupid, honestly, you're so cheesy, Michael."

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Ashton:

You place your hands on your baby bump while Ashton blindfolds you. "Okay, Y/N/N, let's go upstairs," Ashton says, and takes your hand in his large one. Honestly, Ashton didn't blindfold you that well, so you could see your belly, and if you moved correctly, then the ground. Ashton carefully leads you up the stairs, and spins you around a few times, so you don't know which room you're going into. He guides you into one of the rooms, in which you can smell fresh paint, and wood. 'Okay," Ashton says, and moves behind you to undo the blindfold. "Close your eyes," He says, with the cloth hovering above your eyes. "Their closed." You say, with a huff. "Promise?" Ashton asks, in the childish way he does. "Promise." You giggle. "When I say 'Go' open your eyes," He says, and you hear some rustling and a few curse words thrown in. "Okay," Ashton grunts, and swears again. "Go," He says, and your eyes flicker open. You take in the newly finished nursery, which Ashton obviously finished, with the walls painted a pastel blue color for your baby boy, and Ashton sitting in the dark wood crib. You giggle, and try to help Ashton out of the crib. "Thank you," You say, and peck Ashton on the lips. "You're gonna be the best mommy ever," Ashton grins, his dimples showing. "You'll be the best daddy ever."

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Calum:

"But Calum, you don't cook... Actually you can't cook." You say as you look at the neatly decorated table. He had really done it this time. Everything was there, from the table cloth you used for holidays, to the candles, to the fancy cutlery and to the food that apparently, was made by Calum. It made you a bit nervous, as you had some of his cooking before, and, well, it wasn't really the best. You wrung out your wrists, and eyed the food. "Don't look so scared, sweetie. I didn't poison it." You shoot him a look that says 'not intentionally'. He chuckles. "Fine. I will admit it. Ashton helped me." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Calum walked over to a chair and pulled it out. "My lady." He says, in a voice an octave deeper, and you walk over to him, letting him play the gentleman. When you're seated, he sprints over to the other side of the table and takes his place. He winks at you and lifts his glass into the air, filled with champagne, that was apparently imported for Belgium, but you had picked it up from Walmart.  "Happy birthday to the best girlfriend ever." You blush and pick up your fork. "Thank you, Cal."

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(( A/N: The calum preference is from tumblr but i edited it, to make it a bit more different. ))

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