5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#26 Halloween (sorry it's late)

Ashton: He smiled at you, endless numbers of needles and pins sticking out of your mouth. Your hands were pulling and tugging at the layers if fabric that he was proudly modeling in your living room. Your fingers curled around his hips, a giggling shriek leaving his lips. “Stop!” he shrieked, his legs curling over him. You hummed a response, slapping his arm. You provided a threatening look. He bit his lip, trying to refrain. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t decided to jump off the couch.” You sang with sass, pinning more fabric in place. Ashton sighed, tracing a hand to your cheek. His thumb moved in circles slowly, admiration seeping out of his skin and onto yours. “How’d I get so lucky?” he murmured. You grunted with the needles hitting him with the thimble. “Don’t test me.” You managed to gurgle out.

Michael: You gripped onto the back of his sweatshirt, fingers curling along his spine. “You ready?” he chuckled to you, smirking as he feathered a kiss on your head. You nodded pressing closer to him as he told the operator how many was in your group. The operator gave a grand gesture, sending you in. The dark, store themed maze greeted you and the rest of the band. Luke, who was leading, yelped, but walked on. You pushed Michael threw wanting to get out as soon as possible. Everything was going good, Michael’s body was shielding you from any impending threats until you reached...them. A group of four zombies slinked toward you, surrounding you on either side. One of them, a guy whose makeup was terrifying, breathed down your neck, “Hello Y/N, you’re beautiful, wanna play? Be my friend, Y/N.” He hovered near you as you screamed out, “No, no! I’m good! I hate you! I hate you!” to the zombie and whichever boy did this. Tears threatened to spill. Michael turned around slowly, his smile fading fast, no longer amused by the game. “You need to back the fuck off, and Luke! Luke, hey Luke, how are you?” he screamed trying to redirect the attention away from you. Michael turned to you, clutching you to his chest. “Can’t even go to a fucking haunted house without someone trying to hit on you-mine.” He growled, needless to say he didn’t let you out of his sight the rest of the night.

Calum: The bowl of candy sat in your lap, you mindlessly picking your way through the bowl disregarding anything that wasn’t chocolate. Your period and this holiday were two things that shouldn’t go together but they did. Curling over the couch, hugging the bowl to your hips you let out a moan. The doorbell rang signaling yet another zombie princess at your door. Calum emerged from the kitchen balancing the hot cider in each hand. He gave sad smile. “I’m sorry.” He sighed tearing the bowl from your grasp, tossing the group of children your disregarded candy. “I hate you.” You moaned throwing the pillow at him. He let out a laugh, chuckling your current state. Laying down with you he stroked through your hair, gently rubbing your stomach with his calloused hands. “No you don’t.”

Luke: The small little princess toddled ahead shrieking with laughter. Sprinting after her ,carrying the trick or treat pail, you couldn’t help but smile. Zoe was just too cute. Scooping her up in your arms you spun her around, tickling at her sides. “Y/N!” she gurgled out in her young voice. You feigned surprise, pulling your best Harry Styles face. She continued to shriek with happiness. The Hemmings back yard was full of his family all dressed to the nines. Carrying Zoe back to her mum, you could hear Luke and his dad talking. “She’s great with kids.” His father observed. Luke nodded not being great at talking given his vampire teeth. “Don’t let her go.” He continued to smile, catching your glance. “Yesh, I know.” Luke gurgled. “I plan on marrying her.”