5SOS Preferences & Imagines (Luke, Calum, Ashton, Michael)

He distracts you wile your doing homework

Calum: You opened yet another text book, this one for Chemistry. “Okay so when nitrogen, oxygen, and….” you said to yourself as you wrote down notes. You heard the front door open, then close, then Calum’s wandering lips on your temple. 
"Hey baby, want to play FIFA?" he asked, closing your book. You shook your head and opened it again. "Please?" he asked with a puppy dog face. 
"No, babe. I have notes due tomorrow and a project due Tuesday." Calum simply ignored you and pushed your text book away again. You shoved him out of his seat. 
He got up, pouted, and went to play by himself. You sighed and refocused……..until you heard crowds cheering every two seconds. “CALUM, TURN IT DOWN!” you yelled. You heard it go even higher. You shut your book and marched towards the game room. 
You opened the door and saw Calum with controller in hand, fingers moving fast. Pausing the game, he looked at you, smiled, and laid a controller on the cushion next to him and went back to playing. You stalked over and debated before picking up the controller and starting a duel. Let’s just say Calum ended up having some homework from a game bet.

Michael: 'Okay so Eb cord then the….no…..no it's the Bb cord then the Eb cord and repeat', you said to yourself as you put your pick back into your mouth to write down the new parts of your symphonies class. It was a super hard class you were so happy Michael let you borrow his guitar. 
Speaking of your lovely boyfriend, he walked in and kissed you. 
"Will you play twister with me?" 
"No, Mike. I have to figure out the last part of this song I have to write for music class. Then I have to practice it." 
Michael jutted out his bottom lip and looked down at the twister game box he had. “Please?” 
You ignored him. He put down the box and sat across from you on the other love seat and watched you. You could just feel his gaze on you. You kept ignoring him until he shifted and put his elbows on his knees. You glanced up and saw the flare in his eyes. 
"Stop, you’re very distracting," you said, not looking up from your music sheets. He shifted again so that his legs and neck were hanging off the arms of the love seat.  
You groaned, now frustrated. “Stop moving around!” 
He smiled and shifted again. You handed him his guitar and the music. “Help me with my homework and then we can play. At least you’ll be working with my instead of distracting me.” 
Michael smirked in victory and sat you on his lap.

Ashton: Balling up another sketch, you threw it across the room and it landed near the full trash can. This art final was supposed to be hard so you decided to go to Ashton’s home office to practice since he had such a big desk. 
You heard the door open and Nemo, your husky puppy, entered,  Ashton following. 
"Hi," you said, not turning around. 
"Hey. What are you doing?" he asked, looking over your shoulder. You smiled and shrugged. 
"Well he wants to play catch, do you?" he asked, taking a tennis ball out of his pocket. You shook your head. "Please? Nemo wants you to." Whenever he played the puppy card, because well your puppy was your baby, it usually worked. But this art final was too important at the moment. 
"Fine." Ashton sat in the sofa of his office and threw the tennis ball against the wall and Nemo ran for it and brought it back. Over and over you heard the thump of the ball against the wall, Nemo’s excited bark, and his pattering foot steps. Ashton then purposely threw it towards you and Nemo rubbed against your leg lovingly. Man, he definitely took after his daddy. 
"You know what? Fine. Let me get my shoes." Ashton and Nemo high fived.

Luke: “What cares what x, y, a, b, and the square root of pi are?” Luke demanded as he tried again to figure out your math homework with you. He was such a help with his constant complaining. 
"Apparently my math professor," you said, smiling. He smiled back and kissed you. 
"I want to do something else, (Y/N)," he begged. 
"No. This homework is due tomorrow. Go play nicely by yourself or go call one of the guys," you replied, taking out your calculator. 
"But I want to hang out with you. Please? I’ll crawl on my knees." Though it was tempting, you ignore his whining. 
God he was such a three year old sometimes. 
"Luke, stop." 
He tsk’d and walked out. For an hour the house was totally quiet and you got through the entire packet besides the last page. As you calculated the square root of 542.1324, you heard yelling… familiar yelling….. 
"HEY (Y/N)! LUKE SAID YOU WERE BEING A PARTY POOPER!" you heard Calum from the kitchen. 
"WE’RE HERE TO STOP THAT!" Michael said, trailing into the dining room where you were doing homework. 
"YEAH SO BUTT UP!" Ashton said, taking your pencil and carrying you towards the TV room. 
"What the-where are…….WHERE ARE WE GOING?!" 
"Movie." Ashton dumped you on the couch with Luke. Luke next to him, Calum on the other side of you, and Michael on top of all of you. "Guys I have homework!" you breathed heavily as Michael got more comfortable…which meant his arm in your gut.
"But it’s your favorite," Luke said. He was right. 
The opening credits of ‘The Avengers’ began. 
Ugh. At least there was popcorn.