5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

"What do you want me to do?"

Calum:

"What do you want me to do? Apologize for being awesome?" You laughed.

Calum laughed with you. "Maybe."

"Fine. Sorry for being so awesome and fabulous and hot and--"

"Whoa, whoa, all I said was 'awesome.' Even though everything else was really accurate." He smiled.

"It was." You joked.

"Shh! I wasn't done! You're also the best girlfriend ever."

"Aww, you're the best boyfriend ever." You kissed him. He returned the kiss.

Ashton:

"What do you want me to do?" You asked, holding back your laughter. Ashton invited you to join him in a 'baking video' that the fans wanted.

"Uhh. . . Just put the cranberries in a pan." He seemed confused also. "Yeah, we don't normally bake. Well, (y/n) sometimes does. But, everyone has certain skills on certain dishes."

You gasped, a look of mock-offense on your face. "Are you saying I'll ruin this dish?"

"Uh, no, of course not. Ha, ha. . . Maybe." He looked at the camera and cleared his throat. You laughed.

Luke:

"What do you want me to do?" You frowned in concentration. "I can't get this stupid problem."

"I want you to relax, baby. You've been working so hard." Luke kissed the top of your head. "I'll help you."

"Thank you." You smiled.

"Anything for you, princess." He grinned. "Okay, so, you take the three from over there and put it next to the four."

"Oh! And then you get 37.5 and add it to the eight?"

"Yeah! See? You can do this!" He kissed your cheek.

"Thank you, Lukey." You giggled, hugging him.

Michael:

"What do you want me to do? We can't keep having whatever we have. We're dating and then you tell the interviewers we're not. I know it's because of the hate, but I can handle it."

"Everyone says they can. But, everyone can break. I've seen some of my friends break and they're famous. People target anyone. They get you to believe them." Michael sighed.

"Michael, I don't know what to do. We can't keep hiding 'us.'" You said.

"I know."

"What do we do? What do you want me to do?" You asked again.

"I want you to date me. Officially." He replied.

"Okay. . . I'd love that." You smiled.

Michael started tickling you. You bursted out laughing, barely able to tell him to stop. He held his phone out in front of you both and took the photo. You were still recovering from laughing so you had a huge, natural smile.

Michael posted it on Twitter, saying "Hey guys, this is my beautiful soul mate. <3"

You smiled, kissing his cheek. He took a photo, smiling. "Michael!"

"What? I didn't do anything."

"Riiiight." You laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too, babe." He kissed you, taking another photo.

"Michael Clifford!"

"Shh, just kiss me."

You shrugged. "Okay." You connected your lips to his.