5SOS Preferences and Imagines

5SOS: "Do you...?"

Michael: "Do you wanna build a snowman?" you sang loudly, walking down the hallway and down the staircase.

"C'mon let's go and play!" Michael yelled back.

"I never see you anymore."

"Come out the door."

"It's like you've gone away!"

"We only have each other," you sang, walking into the kitchen where Michael was, smirking at you.

"It's just you and me," he whispered, catching you around the waist and pulling you against his chest.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" he finished.

"You're adorable," you giggled, poking his cheek.

He leaned down and kissed you softly, "So are you."

You smiled up at him as he ran a hand through your hair, "I do want to build a snowman."

"Well, sadly we're in Australia," you laughed, "snow isn't really common here."

"Let's go on vacation," he said, "somewhere we can build a snowman."

"We're not going on vacation where it snows," you laughed.

"If you joined me on tour, we could. Just saying."

You nodded, clueless to his innuendo.

"Y/N, I'm asking you to join me on tour."

Luke: "Do you need anything?" you asked Luke, lazily massaging his back with one hand. He had caught the flu and was burning up, lying in bed in only his boxers face down. You sat with your legs crossed next to him.

"A cold rag," he muttered, "I feel like I'm in a sauna."

You leaned down and kissed his back gently, "One minute."

You rolled off the bed and went downstairs, getting a rag and turning the water on the coldest temperature, soaking the rag. Next, you grabbed a large bowl from the cupboard and filled it with some ice and the cold water. You carried the two items upstairs.

Quietly, the bowl was sat on the bedside table and you positioned your body how it was before.

"What's the bowl for?" he asked.

"To get the rag cold again," you said quietly, placing the soaking wet and cold material on his back. A sigh of relief fell from his body.

"That feels nice," he mumbled.

You giggled and continued to move the rag around, cooling his body.

"You're the best," he sighed.

"I just want to take care of you," you giggled.

After nearly an hour and a half of "re-colding" the rag and dragging it all over along his skin, Luke had cooled down immensely, allowing you to cuddle up against him and watch movies while you kept a cold rag on his forehead for the time being.

Calum: "Do you want me to make us breakfast?" you muttered to Calum, looking up at him as you lay in bed together.

He nodded tiredly, his eyes still screwed shut, "Please."

"What do you want?" you asked, scooting up further on the bed so your head rested right next to his instead of on his chest.

"Pancakes," he smiled, opening one eye to look at you.

You smiled and leaned forward, kissing his lips briefly before pulling away.

"Eggs? Bacon?"

He nodded, "Both."

"Okay, I'll go make it," you said slipping out of the bed and scurrying down to the kitchen in your fuzzy mismatched socks, hair in a ponytail, black silk panties and one of Calum's band shirts.

As the food was finishing up, Calum came downstairs, shirtless, in his plaid pajama pants.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder, looking at how - in all honesty - adorable you looked in the clothes you had chosen. He smiled as he watched you make breakfast and all that was running through his head was how perfect you were to him.

"How did I get so lucky?" he whispered.

Ashton: "Do you want some more popcorn?" Ashton asked you quietly.

You looked up at him from your spot nestled against his chest.

Recently, Ashton had been very distant. After confronting him about it, he recommended you have a lazy evening at home on the couch watching movies and pigging out on all sorts of food. No phones or other people. Just you two.

"Sure," you smiled. You sat up enough for him to slide out and stand off the couch.

"Could you refill my water while you're up?" you asked, pointing at your empty glass on the coffee table.

He smiled at you and bent down to kiss your forehead, grabbing your glass in the process.

"I'll be right back."

You paused the movie to wait for his return, staring at the moving ceiling fan as your boredom grew.

Finally, he returned, water and popcorn at hand. You sat up and took the water from him, allowing him to sit down on the couch. Instead of lying down like before, you both sat up. You scooted close to him as he sat the hot bowl on both of your laps. You leaned into his side and his arm draped across your shoulders.

"I wanted to say sorry for how I've been acting lately," he said, "being distant and all. I had a reason though."

"What was that?"

"I was planning this," he said, pushing the bowl onto your lap and dropping to the floor on one knee and pulling a ring box from his pocket.