5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#30 You're Pro-Choice *

* this could be offensive and I'm not apologizing. It's starred for a reason so if you're going to get pissy then don't read. be mature.

Ashton: You and Ashton stared at each other, silence filling your house after the off handed coment you made. “You support that?” he mumbled still breathless from shock, you nodded proudly. “You support killing a baby?” You rolled your eyes at Ashton. “Ashton, it’s a fetus.” This only stirred him further, shaking his head of curls. “No it’s a beautiful life.” You had tried walking up to your room, but this was something you were good at arguing and he was infuriating you. “Oh, so if I got raped you’d want me to have the child of my rapist?” you argued in return, causing Ashton to stop, his eyes seeming to glaze over. “I-I, of course not, but,” You smiled softly at Ashton, “Honey, it’s either make it completely legal or not at all, there’s too much grey area.” He seemed to sniffle, wrapping his arms around your waist; it was sort of killing you seeing him like this. “But,” “There are regulations against when they can be done, too. The fetus wouldn’t have developed into a baby in the romantic sense of the term then; they’d still like an alien at this time.” Ashton only grumbled. “You wouldn’t get one if we had a child would you?” You almost awed at his concern, that’s what this was all about. “Of course not, I’d love to have a child with you, I’m just thinking of the greater good, here.”

Michael: Lying in bed with Michael was one of your favorite things to do. His calloused hands weaved through your hair and skimmed your skin. His lips brushed against the traces of y/h/c that flew away from the static of the sheets.  You two never sat in silence though, and tonight was no different. His hands held yours, as you turned your body to face his, admiring his handsome, scruffy face. The questions were slowly getting more political and philosophical by the second. “So you’re a feminist?” he asked. “Yes, I am.” He nodded seeming okay with your answer. “And so do you, like, are you pro-choice?” You studied his grey eyes. “Why are you asking? Are you afraid I’m a cold hearted bitch?” you joked about the stereotype you often got. He quickly shook his red head, pulling you closer. “No, I just want to know more. I’m a guy, so I can’t really understand.” His ran his tongue over his plump lips. “Well, then yes, I am. All it means is women should have the right to do what they want to their body.” Michael nodded, his brows furrowed. “But I thought that was already a thing?” you smiled, snuggling up to his shoulder, “You have a lot to learn.” He smiled, kissing your temple. “As long as I have you to teach me.”

Calum: Scrolling through your various accounts you saw all the negative responses you were getting. It wasn’t directed toward you more for what you stood for and supported-which shocked you. Angrily you went to twitter knowing Calum would probably get upset for you starting drama and bad press but this was something you were passionate about and weren’t going to back down on.  “you girls call yourselves feminists but don’t support what a woman can choose to do to her body?” Within seconds Calum replied to your tweet, “@Y/T/N, calm down. @*insert haters* respect my woman. She knows what she’s talking about.” You smiled in satisfaction was tweets of support starting pouring in, while your followers decrease, but hey, you figured, Calum understood so that’s all that matter.

Luke: You’re best friend found out she was pregnant and was currently crying compulsively into your shoulder. You held her tightly, cooing to her. You loved her you did, but this was supposed to be your night with Luke, you both had personal plans for one another that now didn’t look like was going to happen now. Y/BF/N kept crying into you, her mascara probably ruining your shirt. “I’m sorry.” She said, or at least that’s what you thought she said, it was all muffled. Luke entered with some of your clothes for her. “It’s fine, don’t worry.” He always liked Y/BF/N because of the side she brought out of you. Luke took his place beside you on the couch, holding you as you held her. “So what are you going to do?” he asked her, stroking your hand. She shrugged wiping at her eyes, moving so she was sitting on her own. “I don’t know what to do.” You bite your lip, giving her a look.  “You don’t have to go through with it you know.” She turned, surprise shadowing her face. “Just kill it?” she screamed. You were determined to hold you own. “All I’m saying is it’s your choice and you shouldn’t feel obligated to do something you don’t want to do. That’s my advice, but you probably won’t take it, so that’s that.” Luke just stared at you, shocked to see you fight with your best friend