5SOS Preferences

You play soccer/football

Calum:
"Oh please, you know I'm better than you." you say, in response to your best friend, Calum, thinking that he's better than you at playing soccer, or 'football' as he calls it.
"Oh c'mon, (y/n), we all know I'm better." he smirks.
"Ok. Let's settle this. One on one. Mono e mono. First to three goals wins."
"What do they win?"
"What do you want?"
"A nice date where we get all dressed up."
"Fine!" you say. He knew that you'd rather not get all dressed up and he thought it was fun to torture you.
"What you do want?" he smiles.
"I want you to post on twitter and instagram that I'm better than you at soccer."
"Oh Lord! No, change it."
"Nope. I make the rules, Calum. But to be fair, you can start off with the ball." you say, dropping the ball at midfield right in between you two.
"No, please, ladies first." he smirks.
"That's why I gave you the ball." you say, bluntly, but you smirk, breaking character.
"Oh wow! Ms. Trash Talker over here! You know what, I will start with the ball thank you very much!" he says, pulling the ball back. He quick steps around you and dribbles to the penalty area. You run up and slide tackle the ball away from him.
"Wow, girl's got game!" he says, giving you a hand to help you up. You bring the ball back to midfield. You keep taking turns until the score ends up 2-2. It's your turn with the ball and using your professional soccer player skills, you make it past him.
"OHH! Calum Hood is defeated!" you yell as he pretends not to be embarrassed.
"You played a strong game, (y/n). Let's go home now."
"Oh no, Calum. You will not get off that easy. Get your phone out and post those statuses."
He sighs and takes out his phone.
@Calum5SOS: so as it turns out, @(y/t/n) it better than me at football :/
He opens instagram and takes a silly picture of you two. "You suck you know that." he smiles at you as you both begin walking back to your shared apartment.
You smile up at him, "you knew I was better the whole time, Calum."
As you walk up to the door of the house, Calum grabs your hand.
Your instinct is to flinch out, because you knew that you had feelings for him, but you knew he could never like you back. You'd always just be friends. Best friends.
"You know I had way more incentive to win." he smiles.
"Yet I still won!" you say, going to open the door.
"Wait. Don't you wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I would get a date with you if I won."
You chuckle and he grabs your hands again.
"No really... even though I lost, will you go on a date with me?"
"Calum is that really the best idea?"
"Yes. Well... maybe. I don't know. But I also don't care. I really really like you, (y/n), so will you go on a date with me?"
"Only if I don't have to get dressed up."
"Good. We'll have a date now. I have netfilx and we can order pizza."

Ashton:
"You're really good at football, you know." Ashton says as you walk to his car. He had just spent the past day at your soccer games, being the supportive boyfriend that he is.
"Thanks!" you say, smiling at him.
"You make me jealous."
"Why?"
"Because you're so good at it. You're insane. I can't even play FIFA. And you can freaking play the real game."
"Ashton, I can't play the drums nearly as good as you."
"Oh don't be humble, (y/n), you're really good."
"I don't know, I was thinking about quitting it."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know, I guess I think I should focus on studying a little more so I can actually graduate in four years out of this college so we can finally move in together."
"Don't quit football because of me." he says, grabbing your other hand so you have to face him.
"Ashton, it's not just because of you."
"But I love seeing you out there. You look just so happy to be there. And you're insanely good at what you do. You're just... amazing."
You blush at his compliments.
"You know what, I wanted to give you something, but I was going to wait until we were out at dinner, but I want to give it to you now." he says, running a few steps over to his car. He unlocks it and gets something out of the glove compartment. He walks back over to you.
"So I know that this may seem a little fast, but we've been dating for four years. I know that we're both only 19, but I love you. And I know that I can love you forever. So, (y/n), will you marry me?"
You stand there in shock.
"I know we're both young and it seems insane..." you cut him off with a kiss.
"Yes, Ashton. Yes. Yes. Yes." you say, hugging him.
"Just promise you won't give up anything because of me."
"I promise. I love you, Ashton."
"I love you too."

Michael:
"No! (y/n), come back to bed!"
"I have to get ready. (Y/daughter's/n) has a game today!" you say, putting your hair in a ponytail then walking back from the bathroom to the bedroom.
"You look beautiful." he smiles.
"That's not going to get me to lay down again."
"I didn't think it would. I just wanted to tell you that you looked pretty." he smiles a big, goofy smile.
"Thanks." you smile, leaning down to kiss him goodbye.
"Do you know how to get there?" you ask as you pick up all of the equipment.
"Yeah. Well, no, but google maps has my back!" he smiles again.
"Okay, Michael. Just know you can't call me if you get lost."
"I know, I know, but you're going to be late! Go coach your butt off, (y/n). I'll be there at 8:30!" he says, sending you off.
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The game begins and you see Michael walking in from the parking lot. He walks over to you.
"You're not supposed to be on the sidelines." you smirk at him.
"It's ten-year-olds playing football, I'm pretty sure it's okay." he says, wrapping one arm around your back.
"Go, (y/daughter's/n)! Dribble! You got it! Shoot! Shoot!" you say, and when she scores the goal, the half ends and the team comes running over to you.
"Nice shot!" you say, giving your daughter a high five.
"Thanks mommy!" she smiles, grabbing a water from a cooler and drinking it.
When the kids all go running back on the field, Michael turns to you.
"I remember when you used to play."
"That was a long time ago, Michael."
"Yeah, but it seems like just yesterday. I loved watching you play, (y/n)."
"Yeah, but that was at my peak. Now I'm not really able enough to play."
"You're able enough to do other things." he smirks at you.
You playfully slap his chest.
"Speaking of, I was wondering... would it be so bad to try for another kid?"
"I don't know."
"I kind of want a boy."
"You know it couldn't be that bad. Maybe this one will be super musical."
"I'd much rather have him be good at football."
"Oh please, it's tiring. Maybe he could be good at both."
"Maybe." he smiles, kissing you.

Luke:
You stop another ball from rolling into the goal just as the buzzer rings. You have saved your team from having to go into overtime, yet again. You all start to pack up everything on the sidelines, when you see the school's bad boy, and you're brother, Michael's best friend, Luke Hemmings standing next to the bleachers. You finish putting everything away into your bag as you start to walk up the bleachers to say hi to the people that came. But he stops you. He grabs your arm and pulls you to the backside of the bleachers.
"What?" you ask, bluntly.
"Oh, feisty. I see." he smirks.
"Tell me what you want."
"You."
You had always had a little crush on him, let's be honest, you always liked bad boys. But you never realized he would ever want you.
"Me?"
"Yeah. You. I mean... if you want to." he looks at the ground.
You had never seen him scared before. He just stuttered. Something must be going on here.
"What do you mean by me?"
"I mean that I want to take you on a date. Calum's throwing a party tonight, would you want to go with me?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice." you smile.
"Really?" he says, very happy.
"You sound surprised."
"Well yeah... I mean I finally got up the nerve to ask you if you want to go on a date with me and you said yes."
"Worked up a nerve? What are you talking about?"
"Well... I've kind of liked you for a while now, I've just been scared as to what Michael would say."
"Oh don't worry, he couldn't hurt a fly."
"He'd kill me."
"Well did you get his permission?"
"No..." he says, looking around like he did something wrong.
"Well since we're already going out, I don't think he could be more mad if I did this..." you say, leaning in to kiss him.
When you break the kiss, Luke smiles at you, "you don't know how long I've been waiting for that."