5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences

He Plays Flappy Bird For The First Time

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(( A/N: I've been gone a while, and I apologize, this summer has been really hard for me, and then there are just somethings that dragged on from last school year, but whatever. i'm going to try and write this in one sitting, because i'll be busy tomorrow ((7/23/15)) since the ROWYSO show for key arena is on friday! which is the 24th. anyways, let's get started yo. oh yeahh, dedicated to @michaelistic because sex toy and lost are like, writing goals and she deserves more views. this probably won't get up when i want it to, so sorry. ))

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Luke:

"My life is meaningless!" You hear Luke shriek from downstairs. You sigh, and pick up your three month daughter off of the changing table and begin to walk down the steps. "What the fuck?" He curses, and you watch, amused, as your daughter looks around for her daddy, hearing his voice. "You're such a smart girl," You coo, and support her head as she tries to jam her hand into her mouth, but can't because of her hand covers, making her whine. "Bluebird, bluebird, fucking flap your useless wings," He sings, to the tune of Bluebird by Jess Penner. You roll your eyes, arriving in the living room, where you see him hunched over you phone. You place Y/D/N in her portable napper and buckle her in, then pick it up and place it in front of him. "Luke, I'm going out with my friends, give me a kiss," You say, while your daughter tries to reach for him. She gurgles, and Luke let's out a frustrated groan, and throw's his phone across the room, hitting the wall before falling onto the ground, chunks of the screen surrounding it. "Fucking Flappy Bird," He huffs, and you laugh. "You finally downloaded it?" You ask, and he grimly nods, his jaw set. He stands up to go and examine the damage, but you put your hands on your chest and push him back onto the couch, where he sits with a pout. You sit down in his lap, and tilt his chin up with your finger and gently kiss him. You pull away and rest your forehead against his, your eyes still closed. "I'm going out with my friends," You whisper, your arms around his neck, and his hand on your waist. "Don't go," He mumbles, and you peck his lips before standing up, his hand falling. "I'll be home before 11." You reassure him, and plant a kiss on his nose. "Okay, I love you." He says, settling onto the floor by your daughter. "I just changed her diaper," You tell him, and press a kiss onto Y/D/N's forehead. "Don't break your iPad."

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Michael:

"Is this what my life has come to?" Michael grouses, tapping at his screen, furiously. You glance at him from where you were about to take the pizza out of the oven. "Yeah." You reply, not even knowing what he was talking about. You reach into the oven and pull out your favorite pizza and place it onto the granite counter top. You take the mittens off, and place them back in the drawer, while Michael let's out a string of profanities. "My life sucks ass, I'm sitting on my lazy ass trying to get a bird to go though a pole." He grumbles, while you search though the drawers of your new house for the pizza cutter. "You have me!" You chide, almost slicing your finger when you find it. "You're the only good thing about my life." He continues tapping at his phone, little pings coming then a sound effect that announces his failure. "This is worse than Pinky. But in that game, it actually told you how badly you suck." He says, looking up at you. You tried to cut the pizza as symmetrically as you could, but Michael's ranting was distracting you. "Pinky ruined my life." You state, putting the pizza onto a plate and reentering the living room. "What are you playing?" You ask, as he takes a slice from the plate and stuffs half of it into his mouth. "Flappy Bird." He tells you when he's done chewing his food. "Haven't heard of that one." You say, peeking at his screen. "It looks ratchet." You comment, as he slings his left arm around you shoulders. "It reminds me of pac-man, like the pixels and the graphics." Michael says, and you nod in agreement. "It's more addicting though." He admits, tossing the crust onto the plate before picking up his phone and starting his frenzy of tapping.  You watch as the bird bobs up and down, then it hits the pole. "You're so bad at this!" You remark, and pluck his phone out of his hands. You begin the game, your mind telling your fingers to mimic Michael's but after the 3rd pole, the bird falls. "Who invented this game, Satan?"

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Ashton: 

"I need to download something fun on my phone," Ashton complains to you one day, while your both eating. You comfortably sat on the floor in the tour bus at 5 in the morning, while the boys were sleeping. From Michael's bunk, you could hear the chimes from his DS. "Ask the fans?" You shrug, reaching for a napkin and wiping the trail of milk that was running down the bowl of your cereal. He held the bowl in one hand while using the other to tap a tweet to the fans. He placed it down beside him before taking a bite of his cereal, with the bananas floating on top. You plucked a banana out of his spoon and slipped it into your mouth. "I asked you if you wanted bananas in your cereal and you said no!" He groans, and you take another one. "That doesn't mean I didn't want any." You shrug, and he hands you one, which you happily take. "Check your twitter." You say, popping the piece into your mouth. He opens up the application and reads out the first reply. "Flappy Bird." He scrunches his eyebrows, and tilts his head. He begins opening up the app store and searching, so you pick the spoon up from his bowl, and feed him.  You stop after a couple bites, and quickly finish your bowl. "Tap," He reads out loud and taps the screen. "What the fuck the bird just fell!" He yells quietly. "Try again." You suggest, refolding your legs so you can rest your head on Ashton's shoulder. He taps the screen again and the bird, that looks more like a fish, falls onto the ground, a sound effect following. "This game is bullshit." He whines, trying again. "Tap again after you tap the first time." You instruct, since you had watched Michael play the game multiple times. The bird bobs up, and a happy giggle escapes his lips. "You laugh for no reason." You accuse, jabbing his cheek and making the bird fall. "Aw, it fell." He pouts, and restarts the game, making it through the first pole, before the bird drops again. "I'm growing white hairs just watching you."

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Calum:

"Y/N, c'mere!" You hear Calum happily squeal from the bedroom. You give up on your search to see if food magically appeared in your kitchen. You sigh, knowing that you'll have to go out and buy groceries. You close the fridge door, and walk up the stairs and into your bedroom. "What's up?" You ask, wiping your hands on your sweatpants. You put your phone on the dresser, and look at him expectantly. "You need to try this game, it's so cute!" He says, waving you over to the bed. You jump in beside him, laying your head on his chest as you watch a little bird move to Calum pressing on the screen. "I downloaded it 5 minutes ago and my high score is 29." He glows, as he hands you his phone. You start tapping on the screen just like he was. You manage tot get it past the first pole before it the bird barely makes contact with the pole and falls to the ground. "What the fuck?" You groan, handing Calum his phone back. "It's so easy, I don't know why you find it so hard." He remarks, and you swat his hand. He grins and begins another round, and you watch in amazement as his fingers expertly tap the screen and he beats his score, the color of the pole changing as he gets to 48. "You're like a bird whisperer." You joke, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I don't talk to birds," He teases, sassily, rolling his eyes. "Do you think I'm on drugs?"

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(( A/N: the calum one was sort of short, but now it's thursday and tomorrow is the day of ROWYSO and i just realized that and i'm freaking out. i'm thinking of having a one shot contest, what do you think? ))

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