Five Seconds of Summer Preferences/Imagines

He Plays Flappy Bird

He Plays Flappy Bird

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Luke:

"Luke! Popcorn's ready!" You call from him at the bottom of the stairs.

No answer...

"Luke?" You call again.

After a few minutes, you decide to go see what is up.

"Luke, c'mon, we have a movie to watch," you peak into his room.

His room is completely dark, he's just sitting on his bed cross-legged with the small light from his phone lighting up his face.

"Just... One more game.." He mutters.

His finger taps rhythmically on his screen until he yells out "God da-!"

You flick on his light, causing him to shield his eyes with his forearm and he drops his phone beside him.

You go over and pick up his phone. "Flappy Bird? Again Luke?"

Luke looks down shyly.

"You know what this game does to you," you chuckle, grabbing his hand.

He looks up at you with tired eyes. "I don't mean to disappoint you.. But is it okay if I go to bed? I'm fatigued..."

You smile and tuck him in. "Sure, babe."

You kiss his lips as he cozies himself into bed.

When you walk out of the room, he checks to see if you left then pulls out his phone. "Just one more round..."

Calum:

Another loud groan erupts from beside you as you try to watch your favorite show.

"Calum... Please..." You beg.

"Ugh, I'm sorry, Y/N..." He mutters. "It's this game..."

"Then stop playing it?" You suggest quite obviously.

"But.... C'mon, I'm just about to beat my score," he whines.

"Okay, okay," you smile rolling your eyes, and you then go back to watching your show.

"Hell yeah!" Calum screeches. "Take that you little shiz!" He jumps up and starts to happy dance.

Michael:

"Fuuuuu...." Your boyfriend growls, as he sits on the island counter in the kitchen.

You look over your shoulder to see him on his phone. "Flappy Bird?"

"Yeah.." He mumbles. "I swear... I'm gonna kill the little sh-"

"Michael," you scold, laughing a little.

"Gah! I can't take it anymore!" H yells loudly, making you jump a little.

He slams his phone on the counter and storms out of the room, pulling on his hair.

Good thing his phone had a protective case...

Ashton:

You walk out of the bathroom, pulling your hair up in a hair tie.

Ashton is laying down on his back on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed as he studies his phone screen.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..." He chants, his fingers diligently playing on the screen.

"Ashton?" You speak up, scaring the bageezies out of him.

"Dammit!" Ashton protests. "Y/N, you made me lose!"

You blush a little. "Sorry...."

Ashton sighs and gets up, going over to you. "Sorry, Y/N. It's just that annoying Flappy Bird is pure hell..."

"Well, let's just get some sleep, okay?" You smile.

Ashton wraps his arms around your waist and kisses the top of your head. "Love ya, babe."

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Oh, Flappy Bird...

Why must you be a frustrating little bird? I swear you've already cut off ten years of my life...

xx

-Madeline