Five Seconds of Summer Preferences/Imagines

Stress

Stress

Luke:
Luke sits on his bed, trying to figure out a song that had been on his mind all day.

When he keeps playing the wrong note, he finally groans in frustration and throws the guitar pick across the room.

The guitar pick whizzes past your head as you walk into the room with a steamy mug of tea. "Luke, what's going on?"

Luke sets down his guitar beside him and pinches the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. "This song..." He says.

"Oh... Well... I heard you up here and though you could use this?" You tell him softly, offering him the drink.

Luke looks up at you and his expression softens. "Thanks, Y/N."

Calum:
"That's the fifth time!" Calum growls, tossing his Xbox remote beside him.

"Round six?" Michael offers with a cocky smile.

"I think you boys need a break..." You suggest, going over to Calum. "You've been stressed this last week and I'm not sure video games will help it..."

"Then can we have a night of cuddles?" He pleads.

"Anything for my Calum," you coo, giving him a soft kiss.

"Ugh," Michael grunts in disgust at the two of you's affection.

Michael:
You walk into the living room after coming home from hanging out with your friends. You see your boyfriend sitting on the couch in his sweats, tank top and beanie, staring at the screen tiredly. The flat still looked the same just how you left it, after Michael promised he'd do some chores today.

"Um, Mike?" You begin, walking into the living room.

"What," he replies flatly.

"I'm not one to complain, but you said you would do some picking up today..." You murmur.

Michael yanks off his beanie in frustration and throws it down beside him. "Lay off!" He roars. "I'm not a god, dammit!"

His reaction takes you back a little. You knew that he could be sassy, but not angry like this.

"Well, excuse me," you mumble, a bit annoyed at his reaction.

Michael exhales and gets off the couch. "Y/N I didn't mean it," he begins, making his way to you. "It's just I woke up this morning with a headache, my guitar was out of tune at the studio, some dweeb called me a 'skunk hair'..."

"Hey, hey, hey..." You tell him softly, taking his cheeks into your hands, making him look into your eyes. "I understand that your stressed. How about you go upstairs, get a shower, and we'll find a movie to watch, yeah?"

Michael smiles a little. "I love you, you know that?"

You peck his lips. "And I love you. Now shoo."

Ashton:
You're sitting up in bed, scrolling through your phone as you wait for your boyfriend to join you for bedtime.

Ashton stumbles out of the bathroom, muttering harsh things under his breath.

"Hey, sailor mouth," you speak up.

Ashton looks over his shoulder with a rock hard expression.

"You gonna tell me what's up?" You raise your eyebrows.

Ashton pulls out and shirt and yanks it over his head. "The mates that's what..."

"Go on," you urge.

"They expect me to do everything for them when it comes to the band. Yeah, I'm the oldest, but come on. Can't they have a little more responsibility?" He rants, collapsing beside you.

"There, there..." You coo as he cozies himself beside you. "I'll talk to them, let them know that you can't handle too much."

Ashton stammers, trying to think of what to say. "I don't wanna seem wimpy...."

"You're not, Ash," you reassure him, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "No one could handle a lot of stress, I'm sure they'll understand."

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Hope you enjoyed :3 xx

-Madeline