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

He's willing to give up the band for you

Ashton: “I don’t know how long it will be, Ash…my mom’s cancer is worse than the doctors thought and now I have to go and be with her,” you explained as you put the rest of your shirts into the packing box. Ashton stood at the doorway of the master bath and frowned so low, a crease appeared between his eyes. 
You had gotten the call from your aunt earlier that day and now you had finally decided you needed to be with her, even if it meant leaving Ashton. “What about coming back?” he said slowly. You turned and shrugged. “Who knows. My family needs me and if the worse happens then I’d have to stay with my grandma and…” You trailed off as tears threatened, because you knew where he was going with this. 
Staying meant not coming back, not going back to Ashton. 
“Then I’m coming with you.” He went over to the closet you two shared and got out three overnight bags and a suit case. 
“No…the current tour and Derp Con and the tour next year…” you pouted as Ashton simply ignored you and opened the suit case. 
“None of that matters, now.” 
“Excuse me? Michael, Cal, Luke…the band, never mattered?” 
He closed the suit case and turned to you, torn between anger and sadness. “They do. They’re my brothers…but you’re my love, my everything. I’m sure everyone would understand….” 
“You’d give up everything to come with me?” Ashton took your hands and smiled. “Yes. In a heart beat.”

Calum: You ran into the house with tears streaming. 
“It’s not worth it!” you screamed at Calum when he came through the door. 
“You’re worth everything, (Y/N),” he replied simply. You hated how calm he could be during the worse situations. 
“I didn’t get into university. I’ll just go back home and hopefully get in next year.” You had gone to the administration offices and they told you both the news. Now you had decided to go back home…but Calum wouldn’t have it. 
“I won’t survive a year without you,” he pleaded, his calm demeanor gone. 
“Calum, I have no college and I lost my job. And you are NOT going to take care of me.” 
“Then I guess I’m coming with you,” he said, crossing his arms. Your jaw dropped to the floor…the core of earth maybe. 
“No!” Was he that willing to be with you? 
“Yes. You’re one in a million and I’d rather live where you are than all the money and music in the world, (Y/N).” You couldn’t really compose words. Calum would give up 5sos, another tour, and even maybe his other opportunities to stay with you? You went into his arms and cried. “I’m not going to let you. I’ll beat you up…I’ll break up with you, Calum, but I refuse to let you do this!!” Calum chuckled at your threats and simply kissed your head. 
“I’ll just follow you. I want to do this. You’re my forever.”

Michael: Michael and you sat on the couch, just staring at the ceiling fan as it turned round and round…like a record. 
“I didn’t want this,” he said quietly. You looked at him before looking back at the ceiling. 
“It has to be. The fans are just too unsupportive and the hate I’m getting isn’t what I signed up for, Michael.” You only called him Michael when you were serious. 
“They’re just a bit…jealous, Y/N.” 
“Oh yeah? You wanna see the bald spot where that fan pulled my hair during the New York trip? Or the bruise I have from when another fan tripped me outside a café in Beverly? Or do you want to make me a new twitter account since my other was taken over? All I ever see in my feed is hate.” 
“I just…I didn’t think it’d get that bad.” He looked at, hoping you’d change your mind about the break up. 
“I’m leaving tomorrow…there’s nothing either of us can do.” 
“I’ll tell them to stop.” 
“That’ll work…for a few days.” You got up but Michael pulled you into his lap instead. 
“Then I’ll stop…the band and everything. You don’t deserve this and I love you too much to let you go through the hate for another second.”

you shook your head fiercely. Michael loved nothing more than the music and the band. You repeated no a millions times as you tried to escape from his grip. “
Stop protesting…it’s happening. I love you, (Y/N). The fans can hate me if they want but they’re not doing it again to you.” (I totally made this up. I know no one in the 5sauce family would do that stuff)

Luke: You pulled the covers further up your body as Luke came into the bedroom. He got in under the covers and glanced at you. You bit your lip then spoke.

"Do you hate me?” 
He sighed heavily. “I don’t hate you, (Y/N)…I’m just annoyed.” 
“At what? At the fact that I don’t want the publicity anymore?” 
“No but the fact you’re willing on giving up on us because of it is what annoys me.” You moved closer to him and held out your arms. He held you like he always did, just the way Luke does. 
“I can’t, Luke. It’s too much pressure and it’s like I’m alone all the time since you’re busy with touring and gigs and…I don’t want you to keep worrying about me being alone here. I think it’d be better if we just took a break and I went home for a while.” 
“Your home is here…with me.” You knew how much Luke wanted you to stay but trying to keep a perfect image for the cameras and the fans but still trying to be you was too stressful and hard on yours and his relationship. 
“I want this more than anything…so I might as well come with you to wherever you’re going.” You looked at him skeptically. 
"No, hell no!" 
“Yes.” 
You shook your head and sat up. “The band and…” 
"If it keeps the pressure off and keeps us together, it’s worth it. I can get a job as a music teacher…or become a rodeo star.” You smiled faintly. He was this willing for you…your relationship. 
“I-I have no reply to your crazy idea except No, No, and NO!” He laid you back down against his shoulder and kissed you. 
“Doesn’t matter what you say, honey. I’ve already made my decision so you just keep trying to argue.”