5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#29 He Hurts You/You Hurt Him

Michael: You were sat on the hospital bed waiting for the doctor to return while Michael sat at the bedside begging for your forgiveness. "I am so sorry Y/N I really didn't mean to we just-" "Michael Gordon Clifford!" You laughed, placing a hand over his mouth to shut him up. "Stop it! It's fine. Just a broken arm. No big deal." Michael and Calum had gotten in a play fight, and within two seconds flat you had some how gotten involved and landed on the floor with a broken arm. "I feel so bad!" "Don't really. It doesn't even hurt." You lied to spare his feelings. "Alright Ms. Y/L/N. How about we get a cast on this arm of yours." The doctor entered the room and began wrapping your arm. "The press will have a hayday with this huh Mr. Clifford. News of you beating up your girlfriend is surely news." The doctor chuckled at his little joke but you knew Michael would not find it funny. When you got home you quickly tweeted a pictured of Michael giving your arm a kiss saying "No one mess with Cliffmonster. Or his bad ass girlfriend." 

Calum: When you got home from work you were surprised to see Calum on the couch with a wet towel draped over his back. "Calum, what's wrong?" You asked, watching as Ashton appeared from the kitchen with various bottles of ointment and creams. "I didn't take you for a mad woman." Ashton stated, leaning down to calums back. "What?" "Y/N, you know how I said it was sort of a turn on for you to use your nails on me? Yeah, let's not do that again." You froze when Ashton lifted the towel and exposed the scratch marks you had left on Calum the night before. "Oh my God Calum I'm so sorry! I had no idea!" You quickly bent down and helped Ashton as he put the medicine on his back. "Always taking things in the bedroom a little too far, Y/N." Ashton snickered. "At least this time you didn't break the bed." "Ok, that was only one time!"

Luke: "Just get your foot into it. Use all your power." Luke had taken you to the field to teach you how to play some football. You were terrible at it, continuing to kick the ball into oblivion. "Kick it right to me sweet heart. Right here." He was waiting down field for you to kick the ball to him. giving yourself a running start you used everything you had to launch the ball down field, and it made it to Luke, just not to his hands. "Oh my god are you alright?" You screamed running to his aide. "No." He cried out, dropping to his knees and grabbing onto his crotch. "Luke I'm so sorry!" He rolled in agony as you tried to help him out. "What can I do?!" You repeatedly asked as he continued to moan and groan. A few minutes later he was able to breathe and let out a little chuckle. "I'm glad you finally got a hold of that kick Y/N, but I don't think we'll be able to have kids after that one."

Ashton: It wasn't very often that Ashton was a wiggly sleeper, but when he had a lot on his mind he tended to be a little restless in bed, and this night was one of those nights. You were trying to sleep but found it impossible as Ashton kept kicking and rolling, pushing you closer to the edge of the bed. When you finally got to sleep, you were rudely awakened to the sound of your body dropping to the floor. "Ashton!" You screamed. Seconds later you heard the sheets ruffle and a frantic messy haired boy lean over the edge of the bed. "Y/N! What happened?!" You glared at him as he gave you a hand to help you up. "Someone kicked me off the bed!" You gruimply replied. "Oh my god I'm sorry. Shit you bumped your head." He turned on the light to get a better look at it, seeing that there was now a big purple goose egg on your forehead. "Great. This will look lovely at my PHOTOSHOOT tomorrow!" You sighed. "I'm sorry! I promise I'll keep my legs to-" "No no Mr. Irwin. You're sleeping on the couch from now on!"