5 seconds of summer imagines/preferences

Your child

Michael:

You had returned home from a night with the girls about 5 minutes ago. You made yourself a glass off water, siping it slowly trying to get the smell off alcohol of your breath. You hadn't drunk a lot, two- three glasses but the smell was still excruciating to Michael. "Mike," you stuttered, quietly while stumbling upstairs, "Mikey," you whispered again. You walked into your sons bedroom as you normally do on your way to your bedroom. There was no sign off James as you was walking past, so you staggered into your bedroom, seeing Michael curled up asleep with your son in his arms. You smiled as you slipped your dress off, facing the wardrobe. A small grunt escaped Michael's lips as you tugged the pyjama shorts up your thighs. "Y/N?" He moaned, yawning. "It's okay, Mike. Sleep, I'll be fine." You whispered, not wanting to wake your son up. You slid into the big bed, throwing the covers over your legs, "whys he so hot, Michael?" You asked, your hand just brushing past your sons legs. "He was screaming and when I went in he was burning up, I think he's sick but I'm gonna take him to the doctors tomorrow morning, promise princess." He replied, smiling at your lips. You leaned in towards Michael's lips that were curved into a smile. You pecked his lips once, but Michael's hand traveled to you're butt and slapped it lightly, "properly" he grunted. You chuckled before leaning in again and letting your lips dance with Michael's.

Ashton:

Your lips glided with Ashton's, while your hand was pressed firmly on his stomach. You departed your lips, "go" you giggled, lips still touching. He pecked your lips one more time before grabbing his leather jacket. He pecked your daughters head before running out.

"Please, Isabella." You cried as she wouldn't stop winging because she wanted her dad's presence. "DADDYYYYYYY!!!!" She screamed. You placed her little body in the crib, falling back on the sofa. "DADDYYYYYY!!!" She shouted again. You curled into a ball and cried quietly. "Isabellaaaaaaaa," you heard some sing as loud feet bounced their way upstairs. "DADDY!" She screamed in joy. "Why are you being such a loud little miss?" Your boyfriend whispered. "Me," she giggled. He picked her up and rocked her lightly. "Babe, go jump in bed, I'll be there soon." Ashton cooed before kissing your head. You got up, using the only energy you had left in you and strolled into your bedroom. You flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling blankly. Ashton came in a few minutes later, stripping to his boxers and sliding into bed. He placed his hand on your stomach and kissed your cheek. "What happened?" He asked, smiling. You turned over slightly and cried into his chest, "baby, what's wrong?" He asked again. "She wanted you, she's been crying for four hours." You whimpered as Ashton's fingertips traced patterns on your back. "I'm here, I won't leave again." He promised.

Luke:

You reached over, as you would normally do at this time, wanting to pat Luke to let him know it was time to wake up. You sighed as you felt a cold sheet. You got out of bed, changing into your tight, black, pencil skirt, flowered, thicked strapped crop top. You pulled on your tanned tights, put on your high black heels and pulled your hair back into a tight bun. You applied some mascara, eyeliner and red lipstick, then grabbed your laced bag, you ran downstairs, wanting to get at least a piece of toast before heading off to work. You were greeted with the presence off your husband and son, curled up on the couch, sponge bob was on, obviously. "What's the time, honey?" Luke asked, peering up at you. "7 babe," you replied. "I've been awake for seven hours." He said, looking exhausted. "I had this every night for four months while you were away, but worse." You chucked, "where are you heading?" He asked. "Work," you simply replied, grabbing a piece of bread. "Dressed like that?" He asked again, "I work in an office, sweetie. I have to dress like this," you laughed

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After an hour you kissed your husband lightly and pecking your sons head and heading out to the car.

Calum:

The only annoying thing about being in a relationship with one of the hottest and most famous person in the world was the touring. You'd just had your son about two months ago and Calum wasn't there now and he isn't here now. He went on tour four months ago and wasn't expected home for another two months. You heard your son cry in the next room and moaned, you pushed your head into the pillow and groaned, a few moments later he quietened down, you heard giggles and jumped up, you walked into his room to see a familiar face spinning him around the room, "cal?" You whispered. "I'm home baby, for good." He replied as he kissed your cheek.

I KNOW THE CALUM ONE WAS SHIT BUT I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO PUT OKAY?