5sos Preferences

halloween

just preparing u for the skeleton war

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by: fallenforbands on tumblr
(i'm gonna post more by her cos i'm higkey obsessed kk)
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Calum:
"Stop moving Y/N." Calum mutters for the tenth time. You stop your bouncing and sit on your hands. "Sorry. I'm just excited." You say as he continues to apply your makeup. "Well sorry doesn't make up for lopsided whiskers, Y/N." You giggle slightly. "All done, baby girl." He says, standing back and admiring his work. "I did a pretty good job." He says triumphantly. "They're just whiskers Cal." You say, checking your makeup in the mirror. He pouts.
"I'm sorry, they're amazing." You say sarcastically. He grins. "It's good to know you appreciate good art!"
"Yeah, yeah. You're a genius, now get out. I have to change." You say and open the door. "Can't I stay?" He winks.
"Get out, Hood." He sighs and trudges out of your bedroom, allowing you to get dressed in peace. After slipping into your dress, you reapply your makeup and tell Calum he can come in once you're sure you look perfect. His eyes widen when he walks into the room. His facial expression softens as he edges closer to you, reaching up to your face. "Uh Calum?" He ignores you and proceeds to pinch your cheeks. "You make a cute mouse." He says in a baby voice. You slap his arm away and try to hide the blush that crept onto your face. "Shut up." You mutter.
"But you look so cute!" He exclaims. Reaching out to hug you, he wraps his arms around you and lightly tickles your sides. You burst into a fit of giggles. "See, you're just adorable." He playfully boops your nose. "It's because of the whiskers." You add. He smiles. "Well they were done by a certain Calum Hood." "Yes, yes they were." You say, pecking his cheek.

Ashton:
"How about this one? It's pretty big." Your boyfriend suggests, holding up a fairly large pumpkin. "Too small." You mutter and continue your search. Ashton groans. "You've said that about each one Y/N. We've been here for hours." You turn to look at him. "I'm sorry Ash, but I need a big pumpkin, like really really big. You don't have to stay." You add on quietly. "No, no. Of course I'm staying, there is no way I'm leaving you alone," He says, taking your hand in his. "Now let's go look for your pumpkin." He smiles at you softly and you grin back widely. You walk all around the pumpkin patch for what feels like hours before you spot the pumpkin. You squeal, letting go of Ashton's hand and race off toward the pumpkin. Ashton's footsteps echo after you as he calls your name but you're too wrapped up in examining the pumpkin to notice. "This is it Ash, this is the pumpkin!" You scream out excitedly. He chuckles at you. "This'll be fun to get to the car." He mutters as he bends down to collect the pumpkin. "Oh don't complain, we get to go home now!" He shakes his head. "I still have to carry this monster all the way there."
"I'll help you." You suggest. "No offense baby, I mean i love you and all but you helping me isn't gonna really do much." "Well," You scoff. "That is true actually. I have the arm strength of a baby." You say. He chuckles. After lugging the monster home, you prop it up on the kitchen table and begin working. You reach your hand into the pumpkin and pull out piles and piles of pumpkin guts and seeds. "Need help, Y/N?" Ashton says.
"I'm fine, thanks though." You smile. He walks over to you and puts his face incredibly close to yours. "You have something on your face." He mutters. "Where?" He moves his finger across your face before settling on a spot. "Right, there." He says whilst flicking pumpkin guts on your face. "You did not." He grins. "Payback for all the time we spent in the pumpkin patch." You reach out to grab a handful of pumpkin. "You better run." He wastes no time as he makes a mad dash for the stairs. You chase him all around the house until you return to the kitchen. You corner him near the fridge and begin throwing pumpkin at him. "I SURRENDER," He screams. "PUT DOWN THE PUMPKIN!" You lower your hand. "Sucker." He exclaims as he runs towards you, picking you up in his arms and throwing you onto the counter where he buries you in pumpkin. You giggle uncontrollably, your arms and legs flailing around, desperately trying to break free. You kick him quite hard, causing him to stumble and crash into the pumpkin you spent hours gutting. It crashes to the floor in a big, messy orange pile. "MY PUMPKIN!" You scream, hopping off the counter. "Three words, Irwin." "I love you?" He suggest weakly. "You. Better. Run."

Michael: "What about this one?" You say as you come out of the dressing room. He eyes you up and down. "You look ho-, beautiful." He spits out. "You were gonna say hot, weren't you?" You smirk.
"No."
"Really?" You say, edging closer to where he was sitting. "Yep." He says, shuffling around in his seat. "Admit it." You pester.
"Okay fine, I was going to call you hot." He sighs. "Haha, I knew it!" You say triumphantly. "Well what can I say baby girl? You make a hot wonder woman." Your cheeks turn bright red. "Uh, should I buy it then?" You mumble, rocking back and forth on your heels. "I'd say so." He says cheekily. "But we have to be matching if I buy it!" You exclaim. His face goes ashen. "Do we have too?" You smile and say, "Yep." He frowns. "Do you now want to be my superman?" You say, your voice low. He freezes in his tracks. "If I say yes will you buy the costume?" He suggests. "Maybe." He sighs. "Fine, I'll be your stupid superman." You toss him the costume and motion for him to try it on. He sighs and sluggishly walks off to the dressing room. "Idiot." You say, your voice slightly above a whisper. "I HEARD THAT!" He yells from the dressing room and you just shake your head. After a few minutes Michael comes into view, completely decked out in his Superman costume. "I look stupid." He says. "No you don't." You say, walking over to him. "At least everyone will know you're mine." He says, readjusting his cape in the mirror. "Actually, I don't look that bad." He says as he admires his reflection. "You're weird, Clifford." "Look who's talking."

Luke:
"Are you coming, Luke?" You call out from your spot on the couch. "Be right there babe, just getting the popcorn!" You smile and cuddle up in the blanket you brought, waiting for your boyfriend to come so you can finally watch the movie. The both of you didn't feel like going trick or treating or going to any parties, so here you were; a stack of 80's horror movies on the table, candy, popcorn and the company of Luke: all you would need to have a happy Halloween. The weight of the couch shifts as Luke plops himself down beside you. "What are we watching, babe?" He says as he weasels himself under the blankets. You grin. "Well we have Night Of The Living Dead to start and after that I have my entire collection of classic horror movies." He kisses your forehead. "You're cute." Your cheeks immediately flush. "Back at you, Lucas." He chuckles and throws a piece of popcorn at you. You retaliate and thrown candy at him. In a matter of moments you are in a full fledged food fight, the movie on the screen long forgotten. You roll off the couch and land on the floor causing Luke to burst into a giggle fit. "Is this funny?" He nods his head. You slowly stand up and tackle him down on the couch. "Still think this is funny?" You say. "I think it's funny that you think you can pin me." He says as he flips you over easily so he is on top of you.
"You have popcorn in your hair." He states.
"I wonder how that got there?" You giggle.
He leans down and flicks the popcorn away, soon getting distracted by your lips. Leaning in, he places a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss soon becomes hungry and desperate, leaving you wanting more. As soon as you were about to pull off his shirt, the doorbell rings and is followed by a chorus of 'Trick or treat'. You both burst out laughing before fixing yourself and greeting the children at the door.

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sorry for like dying for a couple months there uM i'm back

slfl is over whathefuck

-becca