5sos interracial preferences ❋ imagines

[A/N: I decided to make this because I was hungry and too scared to go out to the refrigerator and get food from the garage cuz I thought it was a bug out there and I almost died. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!~]

Calum:

You sat in your living room, the tv on and playing, but you were paying it no mind. You just scrolled on your phone, occasionally typing here and there.

Calum had walked in, wearing a sweater and his usual black skinny jeans and black shoes.

"Nice outfit," you said dryly, not even looking up from your phone.

"I'd thank you if you would've sounded more sincere," he said, walking into the kitchen.

"Where are you going anyway?" You built up courage to ask, putting your phone down on the table.

That's when you saw it. The most ugly, mother freaking bug in existence. It must've been let in when you had left the door open last night for a few minutes. It stared at you, wiggling it's long antennas in reply.

You felt your skin crawl as you watched the dark bug from across the room.

"CALUM!" You screamed, standing up on the couch in panic.

He came out of the kitchen, munching on something. "What?"

"Come over here!" You squeaked.

He slowly walked over, his brown eyes scanning around the room as if an intruder had came in and hidden themselves in the house. I mean, it had, hadn't it?

When he saw the bug, his mouth gaped open.

"Ew, when did that get in here?" He shrieked.

"I think it did last night," you cringed, "kill it!"

He turned away, shaking his head. "I'm leaving in a few. You can kill it,"

"Calum!" You whined, panicking as you stood on the couch. "It's moving!"

He tried his hardest to keep from laughing as he made duck noises in his mouth. You frowned, shaking your hands up in down as the bug from the seventh gate of Hell made it's way onto the ground from the wall. You screamed in terror, whining and freaking out.

"Calum, I swear, if you don't kill this thing right now, I'm gonna jump off this couch and kill you," you playfully threatened.

After he had finished laughing his butt off at you, he came over into the living room, still giggling.

"I'll kill it okay? Chill," he said calmly.

He walked over and attempted to smash it with his foot, but it began flying like a wild crow.

You screamed a blood curdling scream before jumping off the couch and sprinting towards the room you and Calum shared. You threw yourself under the blankets, breathing heavily. When you closed your eyes, all you could see was the creature, watching you as it swayed it's antennas from side to side.

You heard footsteps coming towards the room, and silent laughter. You didn't even move from under the blankets just in case Calum had decided it was funny to show the freshly killed bug to you up close.

You felt him plop down on you, and he grabbed you by your waist with one arm and pulled the blankets off of you with the other.

"If that's all it took for you to get off your phone, I should've done that earlier,"

"What are you talking about? Did you kill it?" You interrogated peeking around Calum to check for the bug as if it had walked all the way down the hall to the bedroom.

"Yes, I killed it, you scaredy cat. And I may or may not have caught that bug myself and let it in here," he giggled.

"Calum! It could've had babies!" You slapped his shoulder, "And plus, why would you do that? That's so cruel,"

"Well, I just wanted you to quit being on your phone so much and spend time with me," he pouted.

You couldn't even stay mad at him. You smiled and pecked his lips. And he lowered his eyes at you and half smiled. "Now get changed. We're going out,"

As he got up, you swatted at him. "I still hate you,"

Luke:

You were showering, singing loudly to one of your favorite songs. When you finished, you wrapped the towel around you and stepped out of the bathtub and onto the mat that identically matched your shower curtains.

You walked over to your mirror, still humming the song, and wiped off the fog that was blurring your vision of yourself.

When you did wipe the mirror though, you saw a huge spider on the wall behind you. You jumped, and your eyes widened as you opened the door and ran out.

"Luke!"

He was lying in bed, on his phone when he looked at you, only a towel covering your body. He raised his eyebrows and sort of smiled, but you snapped him out of his daze when you said, "There's a huge spider in the bathroom!"

His mouth gaped open a little, and he pushed himself off the bed to go and see. When he looked inside, he bagged into you in fear.

"I'm not killing that crawling demon!" He laughed nervously, his blue eyes widened.

"And why not?"

"Because I might miss and it's gonna bite my hand off,"

You playfully slapped his shoulder, your other hand still holding the towel around you. He looked into the bathroom one last time, and then began to ponder in thoughts.

"Go get dressed," he ordered, earning a confused glare from you, "we're killing this thing together."

You rolled your eyes and went into your bedroom and changed into your clothes, along with Luke's shirt.

When you came out, he looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows. "You're not killing a giant spider in my shirt!"

"Last time I checked, we were killing it together, and yes, I can." You stuck out your tongue.

He let you slide with using his shirt, and you both went into the kitchen and got bug spray and a clear container. He handed you the bug spray.

"All you have to do is spray when I say so," he whispered to you, as if the spider was going to hear his plan.

You nodded and you both tip toed over to the bathroom. Luke walked in first, and you followed after him, the bug spray up and ready for use. When you both looked on the wall, where the spider had been, the two of you were shocked to realize that it wasn't there anymore.

"Oh my gosh, Luke! It's gone!" You gasped, feeling tingles all over your arms and back. "It can be anywhere!"

He turned around, a terrified look on his face. You noticed, he didn't have eye contact with you. He seemed stuck in a trance, and his eyes slowly followed up to your shoulder. You looked at him, truly puzzled.

"What's w-wrong?" You questioned him, standing tall and stiff.

"Don't. Move." He growled, still staring at your shoulder.

You didn't listen though. You slowly cocked your head to the side and looked on your left shoulder. There it was. All eight, glistening eyes staring at you as it's eight legs gripped around your shoulder. You felt your eyes well up with tears before you began to softly say between gritted teeth, "Get this off of me..."

You felt like you were about to faint. You wanted to just spasm around and shake the spider off of you, but you didn't want to risk accidentally touching it, or it sliding down the shirt you were wearing.

Luke took a step closer to you, his blue eyes never leaving the black and brown striped creature on your shoulder. He took the spray from your hands slightly, and without warning, he sprayed it, causing bug spray to seep through his shirt that you were wearing.

It had fell off of you and you hopped around on the floor, the post-bug feeling fluttering over you.

When you saw the spider shrivel up and die, you let out a short, sharp sigh of relief.

When you looked back where Luke had sprayed the bug spray, you cringed. It was a huge stain, and his shirt was totally ruined. You began to feel bad once you realized he told you not to wear it in the first place.

"I'm sorry, Luke," you said, showing him the stain.

"Psh, it's fine. I can buy another one," he laughed.

After the two of you got rid of the dead spider and laughed at each other for a while, you went out to buy Luke a brand new shirt.

Michael:

"You're not making this any better!" You yelled, throwing your hands up in defeat.

"I'm tired, Y/N. Wake me up when you're done bitching," Michael growled, walking to the bedroom and instantly climbing in bed and going to sleep.

You stood there, dumbfounded, wishing you could hit him in the head with a pan right about now.

I have a better idea... You thought to yourself.

You threw on a jacket and your shoes, running outside with a small box in your hand.

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After hunting for about 2 hours, you had found the perfect way to get payback on Michael.

"Since I'm always 'bitching'," you mumbled mischievously, tip toeing to the room.

You held the box close to you as you hovered over the sleeping Michael. You dumped all the chirping crickets that you found over Michael, and he jolted awake.

As they all hooped around, their black bodies flopping all over the place while chirping, Michael screamed. There had to be at least hundreds of them.

"What the hell, Y/N?!" He said, as he shook off a cricket that landed in his pants.

You bursted into laughter as he glared at you. It didn't take too long before he cracked a smile.

"Y/N... that's not funny," he groaned, rubbing his eyes because of how tired he was.

"Well you shouldn't have been so rude to me today. You knew I was right," you rolled your eyes, suddenly getting heated all over again.

He ran over to you and tackled you. At first, he just remained hugging you, but then he planted you with kisses. His green eyes met yours apologetically.

"You're always right," he rolled his eyes, "now help me clean this up,"

"Help? Who said I was helping you?" You laughed, running out of the room and shutting the door behind you.

Ashton:

You and your best friend Ashton were taking a stroll around the park. It was a quarter til six and the sky looked so lovely as it hung above the two of you.

You two had been laughing at each other's lousy jokes and talking about embarrassing memories from your childhood. The more you two talked, the more trust you felt in him. He was someone you could always count on.

"Y/N," he said, sitting you down on the bench. "I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time now,"

Your palms began to sweat and you felt goosebumps all over your body. You had been waiting for this question for two years now, that was if you and Ashton were on the same page.

His hands intertwined with yours and his body language was engaging towards you. His hazel eyes peered into your y/e/c ones and his cheeks beamed with a shade of pink.

"I-I..." he paused, giggling nervously. "I want you... to be my girlfriend."

Before you could open your mouth to answer, a giant beetle flew into you, making you jump up in fear. You ran down the pavement screaming and waving your arms wildly, not even bothering to look back.

Ashton ran after you, laughing uncontrollably. When you figured you had ran far enough, you stood there, rubbing the side of your arms and breathing heavily.

Ashton had finally caught up with you, and he was still giggling like a child. You playfully pushed his shoulder.

"That wasn't funny, Ash," you laughed, sitting down on the ground in relief.

He sat down next to you and smiled. "I still didn't get an answer,"

You pulled him in and kissed his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your body pressed against his and you smiled as your tongues danced with one another.

When you parted, you raised an eyebrow.

"Will that do?"

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Hola! This was a cheesy mess but ah well. Just wanted to let you know that you colored fans out there, you are beautiful. I've been feeling really down about my skin color, but I've learned that I'm beautiful just the way I am, and you guys are too.

Stay sexy, my lovelies.

~Zonthea <3