5sos one-shots and preferences

You're upset about something

Luke- dirty laundry
Luke has a habit of not putting his dirty laundry in the laundry basket. You are constantly yelling at him about it. He just nods and says "I'll do it next time, I promise" and you're tired of it. You walk into yours and Luke's shared bedroom and see his ripped skinny jeans and a band shirt lying on the floor. You shook your head and left the room to find Luke playing Fifa in the living room. "Lucas Robert Hemmings!" You said and he paused the game "oh shit" he said and turned around slowly to see you with your arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. "What did I tell you about putting your dirty laundry into the laundry basket? How hard is it to put it into the goddamn basket?" You fumed, he sighed "why is it such a big deal? God, all you do is tell me off for it! When is the last time that we had an actual conversation without you yelling at me for something?" He seethed "well maybe if you didn't piss me off all the time I would actually have a normal conversation with you! I'm not your mother nor am I your wife so I'm not going to keep picking up your mess! " you said angrily and his face softened a bit, "you would pick up my clothes if you were me wife?" He said seriously and you nodded "maybe, not all the time" he smiled "then marry me." He said and you went wide eyed "w-what?" He stood up and walked toward you "marry me?" You cracked a smirk "you just want me to put your laundry away" he shook his head "that's a plus...but I actually want to marry you." He said as he pulled a small black box out of his pocket "I've been meaning to ask you for a while now, but could never find the right time to do it. He said softly and you chuckled "okay, I'll marry you." You said while giggling.

Ashton- no time for you
You felt neglected. Despite living with Ashton, he hardly had time for you. He was always with the boys or at band practice, you were tired of him never spending time with you. "Ashton?" You yelled as you walked down the stairs to see him talking to the boys. You walked over to the couch and sat next to Ashton. "Yeah babe? What's up?" He said still paying attention to whatever Michael was going on about. "Never mind, I was going to ask to cuddle but you seem busy...like always" you sighed and pulled your knees up to your chest. Ashton looked at you concerned "are you alright?" He said quietly trying not to interrupt the other boys while they chat. "Yeah perfectly fine, you're just always busy and never have time for me anymore...but everything's fine" you finished, your voice cracking at the end. You got up to walk away but Ashton grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap "baby girl, why haven't you told me this before? I would've dropped everything for you." He said softly in your ear. You shook your head "that's not what I want, I don't want you to just drop everything for me...I don't want you to regret not chasing after your dreams. I just want you to try to make some time for me but also make time for your dreams." You whispered he nodded understanding and turned to the boys "I think you guys should leave, I need to cuddle my girlfriend while watching Netflix and eating ice cream in our pajamas." He said and you smiled "thanks babe." You said while snuggling into his chest more.

Calum- insecurities
You don't like your body, you hate everything about it. You never liked the way your tummy stuck out just a bit to far or the way your thighs touched each other or the way that your face looked. You wanted to look like one of those models in magazines. You decided to take action and stop eating and throw up whatever you did eat. You knew it wasn't healthy, but you didn't care. "Babe? I brought you some maccas" your boyfriend yelled as he came through the door. You sighed and greeted him at the door "thanks but I already ate..sorry." You said guiltily. He shook his head "it's fine. Ill just put it away. For later, yeah?" He smiled and walked to the kitchen to put it away and you stood there feeling bad. You walked to the bathroom and bent over the toilet and stuck your fingers down your throat. Throwing up the contents in your empty stomach. You hear a knock on the door "babe...are you alright?" Calum asked and you started to cry. You couldn't bring yourself to answer at first, so instead you sat there quietly sobbing until you let out a small strangled "yeah" you knew he didn't believe you because he kept trying to open the door. "Open the door (Y/N)" he said sounding panicked. You reached up to unlock to door and backed away as soon as you did. You leaned against the wall and cried. He rushed over to you and held you in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. "How long have you been treating your body like crap?" He said in a stern tone. "3 months" you whispered "why?" He said softly, trying to hold back tears "I'm fat...and ugly...and I hate myself." You said he sighed "baby...don't you dare ever say that, okay? You're the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You're not mean't to look photoshopped and that's perfectly fine. I love everything about you, please stop treating yourself like this." He said now crying softly. You sobbed into his chest "I'm sorry" he shook his head "everything is going to be okay." He whispered over and over.

Michael- your cat died
Just a few years ago when you and Michael decided to move in together you also decided to get a cat. Mr. Whiskers was his name, not a very original name but Michael insisted you named him that. You had Mr. Whiskers for a year before the tragedy happened. Your cat liked to roam around outside, you didn't really mind until one day. Michael let Mr. Whiskers outside when he left for band practice that morning. When he came home he was not happy to see you sitting on the sofa crying. He rushed over to you and hugged you "babe, what's wrong? What happened?" He said in a panicked tone you sniffled and took a shaky breath in "M-Mr. Whiskers was hit by a car." You said and started to cry again he shook his head and hugged you tight "shh, it's okay baby girl. Everything is going to be alright." He whispered "that cat was our family, he was like our child, Michael" you whispered. He sighed deeply "I know...we can bury him in the backyard and have a little funeral, how does that sound?" You nodded "okay, let's go do that now." You said and smiled a little. You and Michael went into the backyard, Michael dug a hole by the garden while you were holding your dead cat in a black trash bag, he signaled for you to put the cat in the hole and you did, you picked a flower from your garden and set it on top of the cat and stepped back to watch Michael throw dirt onto the black bag. When he was finished you and Michael said some words to say goodbye, "you were the best cat I've ever had...and the only cat I've ever had now that I think of it...well anyway, rest in paradise little buddy" Michael said and looked to you waiting for you to begin "thank you for being in our little family...thanks for being my first child, my little baby boy. We love you Mr. Whiskers...rest in peace" you said as you wiped away a tear. Michael hugged you and kissed your temple "I love you" he whispered and you smiled.

2016 Brooklyn: stop being a little bitch about the laundry and man up!