5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

24- Period.

*queue raging teenage girl with extreme hormone levels and the intense desire to be cuddled during this time of need*

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ASHTON: "Babe," Ashton whispered from his spot beside you in the hotel bed.  After a couple moments, he poked your cheek. "Baaabe."

"You sound like a sheep, Ash, what do you want?" you grumbled, rolling to face opposite him.

"I wanna go out and explore the city with you."

"Take Calum or someone; I'm not getting out of this bed." He whined, and you groaned before sitting up to meet his eyes. "Sorry, Ash, I'm not mad at you and I'd like to go explore the city, but my cramps are really bad this morning."

"Why didn't you say so, love?"

He drew back the covers, walking over to the little hotel coffee table and heating up some water for a quick-n-easy cup of tea. When he set that on your nightstand, he climbed back under the covers and patted the spot beside him, welcoming you to wiggle your way into his strong arms. He pulled you close, your back against his chest, and his hands started rubbing your lower tummy, where the cramps hurt. "Do you want me to grab the remote and figure out television stations?"

"No, cuddling with you is nice."  You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring this rare time you get to spend with your lover. The more you thought, the more this pang of guilt rang through you. "You know, Ash, you really could go explore the city with one of the boys, if you wanted to."

"You're right, I could, but I'd rather spend time with you. They all smell funky," he said, nuzzling his head into your neck, curls tickling your bare skin. "You smell pretty."

You smiled. "Thanks, babe; you smell pretty, too."

MICHAEL: You'd arrived on his tour two days ago, so excited to spend time with your lovely boyfriend and experience even a small sliver of what he does for a living. You woke up on day three, got out of Michael's small bunk and went to the bathroom, noticing Mother Nature decided today was a good day to let the volcano massively erupt. You bit your bottom lip on the way back to the bunk, hoping nothing showed up during the night. To your dismay, it did.

You shook Michael, embarrassed tears in your eyes. "Mikey, please get up," you pleaded.

"Mmm, babe," he hummed. "It's early."

"Michael, I--" You ran the back of your hand over your cheek and sniffled, which got his attention. He sat up a bit, eyes encouraging you to go on. "I bled through and onto the sheets."

"Aww, it's okay, babe. Go take a shower, I'll get fresh sheets from the cabinet, and then we'll cuddle, okay?" He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, sliding out of bed to change the sheets for you.

When you threw on clean everything, Michael was waiting for you in his bunk. "Thank you," you said as you crawled under the blanket and into his arms. "I'm sorry, by the way."

"Ehh, it's fine. You don't have control over it."

"It's just embarrassing."

"But I love you anyways, and I'd clean a lot more bloody sheets if it meant I got to cuddle you afterwards."

CALUM: "Hey Cal?" You asked, coming from the bathroom into the living room with a box behind your back. He was so caught up in his game of FIFA that he didn't care to turn around but gave you a half-hearted "hmm?", so you walked beside the television so he could see you with his vision. "Could you run out to the store and get me more pads, please?"

He paused his game, brown eyes wide and glowing with the television screen. "Oh god."

"What? I've run out and gotten the condoms before. Besides, you grew up with an older sister! This really isn't anything big."

"It's not that I mind going out and getting them for you, babe, any good boyfriend would do that. I just--" you moved the box from behind your back. "Can you text me a picture so I don't have to carry the box around the store?"

You giggled, sarcastically replying. "Nope, Hood, you have to carry this bigass box around the store so you get the right kind."

"You're awfully happy for someone who's bleeding."

"You don't always want to kill something while on your period, Calum. All girls handle them differently.  However, if the cramps kick in, you might want to stay about a kilometer away from me."

"Was that a joke?"

"Not at all. Now, you're burning night light!" You kissed his cheek, heading over  to the doorway and throwing his jacket his way. "Thanks again, babe! I'll send you the pick when I get in better lighting."

LUKE: "Hey, Lewi, I'm going to get ice cream from that kiosk over there," you said, pointing to the little ice cream cart on the outside of the park you two were walking in. "You want anything?"

"No thanks, I'm fine. I'll wait here for you, though," he said smiling.

You kissed his cheek before heading over towards the ice cream line. Not much longer after, Luke was beside you again. "Well hey there, stranger, change your mind?"

"No, but, uh, you may want to tie my flannel around your waist," he said, sliding the infamous blue one off his broad shoulders and passing it to you. "You got a little something there and it's my job to keep you from getting embarrassed."

"Oh my god, thank you," you said, quickly knoting the sleeves around your waist. Even though he was preventing it from getting further embarrassing, you were still embarrassed.

He noticed the expression on your face and pulled you in for a hug. "Would you rather go home and I can stop by the store to get your favorite ice cream and we eat it there or do you want to finish waiting in this line?"

"Home," you mumbled.

His hand found yours, thumb rubbing over the skin of your knuckles to soothe you. You spent the rest of the day watching movies while eating ice cream on the living room couch with Luke.