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madhubwritings · 4 years

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Guess I’ll Have To

a/n: I wrote this forever ago. I think It was suppose to be a 3 part series so if you want more, feel free to tell me lol. I never finished this but it’s enough to post...so yeah.

pairing: reader x luke hemmings

warnings: swearing, pet names(kittten, etc.), minor daddy kink, angst(?), smut(if you can even call it that.)

word count: idk, I’m too lazy to check, but maybe 1k?

-also I didn’t edit this too hard, so sorry for any mistakes.

creds to gif owner

“Cmon y/nnn.” Your best friend begs dragging your name out. You shake your head still under the mountain of blankets on your king sized bed. “Nope. You-know-who is going to be there.” You say, your eyes rolling at the thought of him. “Calum is really sweet y/n. Why don’t you just try to get to know him. Plus Luke will be thereeeeee.” She sings out the end. You get little butterflies at the mention of Luke’s name. You groan loudly as you roll out of your warm bed. What time are we leaving you mumble headed to your bathroom to shower. Y/B/F/N squeals and does a little dance. “We leave at 7.”

You grumble as you curl your hair with your flat iron. You had your had your face caked with foundation and your eyeliner sharp enough to cut someone. Every part of your makeup was on point, your hair soon to be as perfect as your makeup.

“Stupid Calum. Stupid Luke. I mean why do you HAVE to have feelings for him anyway.” You mumble as you spray your hair to extend it longevity.

“Because Luke is hot as fuck.” Your best friend says casually strolling into your bathroom. She wipes some smudged mascara from under to her eye as you nod your head, you stand up and fix your shirt. You were dressed in a revealing, loose fitting tank top with lace around the edges. It brought out your tan and made your bust look just a little bit bigger. Y/B/F/N leans back and checks out you, “Damn sis, your ass looks amazing in those jeans. Luke won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you.” She giggles. You look down and smile, “Let’s get going then, shall we?” You grin lacing your arms with hers on the way to her car.

You arrive to the party around 8 and the house is already full of drunk girls and shirtless boys. You step onto the side walk and wait for your friend to join you. When you get inside the smell of drugs and alcohol cloud your senses. “I’m going to sit with Gabriel!” Your friend shouts over the music as she heads to her boyfriend on a small couch. You find yourself in the kitchen where Ashton is sitting with Michael on the counter talking about what god knows what. Michael spots you first, his eyes lighting up, “My favorite party girl!’ He shouts as he stands up to hug you. “Hey Mikey.” You grin. Ashton giggles and waves at you, “What’s up lil sis.” You grin as you two do your sibling handshake. “Can one of you pour me something?” You ask nicely.

Michael heads to the nearest bowl and pours a red fruity punch. You thank him and take a sip trying not to gag from the intense flavor from the alcohol. “Have you seen Luke?” You say leaning into Michael so you don’t have to shout. “He’s-“

“Ashton pour me something strong.” A demanding voice shouts behind you. You turn around and come face to face with him. He’s dressed in his usual all black attire and shitty attitude. You roll yours eye and turn back around to Mikey. “He’s in his room.” Michael says quieter knowing your hatred for the cocky boy behind you. You thank him with a kiss on the cheek. As you pass him he makes sure to push his shoulder into you.

You stop in your tracks an squint your eyes at him. All he does is look into your eyes with that stupid smirk. “I swear to god if you keep this up tonight I’ll make sure you never see another pussy on this campus inside your bed.” You growl at him. All he does is raises hand and grabs your shoulder, “Bold of you to assume that any girl on this campus could keep their hands off of me. I’m irresistible.” He says lowly. You huff not wanting to waste your time with him as you head upstairs, and find Luke’s room. You knock quietly.

“Find another room!” You hear him shout. You giggle and knock again, “Guess who?” You mumble through the side of the door your lips hovering against the frame. You hear him shift around and watch the knob wobble and it cracks open as he squints at you grinning. He pulls in by the wrist and re-locks the door. You plop onto his bed and take another sip from your drink.

“Not in a party mood Hemmings?” You ask as he joins on the side of the bed. He shakes his head and pulls you closer to him.

“It’s more of a ice cream movie type of night” He says nodding his head lightly. “I can sorta agree. Y/B/F drug me here.” You say shifting into his side. He turns his TV on and opens Hulu up. “What are you in the mood to watch?” He mumbles aimlessly scrolling through the endless movies and tv shows.

“Have you watched Bob’s Burgers?” You ask giggling at the thought of your favorite tv show. “No but I’m open to new things.” He says, setting the small remote down. “May I?” He asks pointing at your drink. He hand it to him as he wraps his lips around your cup. You watch his eyes scrunch and pull the drink away. You giggle stealing the cup back to take another sip.

“Wow. That is...awful?” He mumbles. You giggle and watch his face. His face relaxes after the taste isn’t strong anymore. You look into his beautiful eyes and drop them down to his lips. He was sexy. You acted before you could about it.

You smirk bringing your thumb up to wipe the little amount of alcohol off of his lips. Luke’s eyes dilate as you bring your fingertip to your lips as you suck on it lightly, never breaking eye contact. He breathes shakily as he moves your hair away from your face. You shiver as his cold fingertips brush your cheekbone. “Can I kiss you?” He breathes, alcohol staining his breathe.

You learn forward and press your lips into his as his breath hitches. He leans into you as his arms as he pulls your head back by pulling your hair. The rough gesture makes you moan as you start to sit up never breaking the kiss. You crawl over him and comb your fingers through his hair. Straddling him, you grind down as he gasps.

“God, you are so sexy y/n.” He breaths into your neck. He starts leaving kisses all over you collarbone and neck desperate to mark you up. His action only spurs you on more as your hands travel down to his black joggers. You feel his length throb under you as you trace your finger over the fabric.

“If you keep teasing me babygirl, you’re going to get punished.” He says into your neck strongly. His voice threw you off from his normal sweet voice. His words excite you as you’re tempted to push him there. You continue your slow assault and decide to stare into his pools of dark blue. “Guess you’ll have to punish me daddy.” You smirk.

Luke swallows and nods, “Guess I’ll have to kitten.” His hands meet your throat as he lightly lifts you up. “Your ass looks fantastic in these jeans. Strip.” He whispers into your ear. You feel the pit in your stomach clench at his words as you stand up. He leans back on the headboard as his eyes rake down your body. You hear the music from outside the door as you start to sway your hips lightly, dragging your hands up you body and into your curls. You expose you neck to him, his bruises marked all over you. You watch him palm his length over his sweats as you drag your shirt up revealing a see through bralette. You wink at Luke as you turn around and drag your skin tight jeans over you ass, wiggling lightly. You hear Luke moan as you drag them over your tan legs. You turn around and watch him for a second. “C’mer kitten.” He mumbles. You walk over and bend over his legs. “You ready babe? How does 10 sound?” He says rubbing your ass. You nod your head.

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cuddlingxcal-blog · 6 years

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MISCHIEF // ASHTON IRWIN

Summary: Ashton picks Y/N and a friend up from dancing which causes some tension which results in some revenge to be caused.

Length: 1.5K words

Warnings: Tension & slight hints towards sex.

The song fades as you and the other girls finish and walk over to corner of the room to collect their water bottles and other belongings. Small chatter fills the room as everyone packs up and gets ready to leave and continue on with their day.

You were talking with one of her friends when the door to the dance studio opened and Ashton and Calum walked in, giving them a smile and quick wave as you took a sip from your water bottle.

Ashton and Y/N have been best friends since kids so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the pair started dating. Ashton and Calum walked over to the small group of girls, Ash giving you a quick hug and peck on the cheek then listening into to the conversation between you and your friend Leah.

You were just about to suggest you guys leave when another dancer called you over to the other side of the room, mumbling a ‘I’ll be back in a sec’ to Ashton who was oblivious that you’d even left his side so concentrated on his conversation with Leah.

After your conversation with the other dancer you walk back over to Leah and the two boys. You hear Leah giggle and compliment Ashton while touching his upper arm as you walk over, slightly frowning at the sight before you but shaking it off as you reach the group.

“Well I better get going if I’m going to make my train” Leah says while collecting her things.

“You’re catching the train home?” Ash questions to which Leah nods her head, pulling her bag onto her shoulder.

“We can just drop you home, if you want” He offers.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to trouble you guys” she questions, looking at the three of you.

“Yeah, it’s on our way home” Ash replies.

You and Calum give each other a look of ‘no, it’s not’ but once again shrugging it off, collecting your things and walking out towards the car park with the everyone.

“Y/N can you sit in the back with Cal?” Ash carelessly asks, not even looking at you while walking ahead of you with Leah.

“Uh okay” You mumble looking down at the ground, only looking up when Cal bumps your shoulder and gives you a small smile, knowing that you’re a little upset due to Ashton’s sudden interest in Leah.

…

The whole car ride to Leah’s, was filled with Ashton and Leah joking around and what seemed like slight flirting in the front seat while you and Calum just sat in the back seat on your phones.

When the car finally pulled up at Leah’s apartment complex, she turned and faced Ashton, then reached out touched his thigh while saying a quick thank you then hoping out of the car not even saying a goodbye to you or Calum.

Your phone vibrated in your lap with a text from Calum.

‘Are you going to move into the front seat?’assuming he had sensed your annoyed mood towards Ash since getting in the car.

You quickly typed a simple ‘No’ and clicked the send button.

Calum gave you another small smile before climbing out of the back seat and taking the spot Leah was previously in.

…

Pulling into the driveway of your shared house with the four boys, you collected your stuff and climbed out and following the two boys up to the house.

Once inside you dropped your shoes and walked up the stairs into yours and Ashton’s shared room, locking the door so you wouldn’t be bothered by any of the boys, especially Ashton while you showered and tried to shake the image of Ash and Leah flirting in the car out of your head.

Grabbing your phone and speaker you headed into the bathroom, turning on the hot water and allowing it to steam up a little before turning on some tunes and hoping into the shower.

Deciding to play the somewhat immature card and ignore Ash for the rest of the night, you came up with a plan that would annoy him, almost as much as the car situation had annoyed you.

Hoping out of the shower after washing your hair and body, you wrapped a towel around your body and walk into your bedroom.

Before heading down the stairs you put Ashton’s favouritelingerie set on, a short silk robe that just covered your butt and texted Calum to ask if he would be able to help you with your plan which he responded with an immediate ‘yes’.

Unlocking the bedroom door and walking down the stairs to the lounge room where all the boys were sitting. hearing footsteps coming down the stairs Calum looks up and sees you sending you a wink.

“Hey Y/N” Cal calls as you walk past into the kitchen causing Ash to look up and seeing your current choice of clothing and raising his eyebrows at you when make eye contact. He gets up and follows you into the kitchen.

Feeling his gaze as you bent over to look in the fridge and search for a water bottle. You turn around making eye contact with Ashton who is leaning against the counter in front of you, he starts to open his mouth when you open your drink bottle take a sip, making full eye contact then walking away into the lounge room to sit next to Calum.

After a while of cuddling with Calum as his fingers drew circles on your thigh. You could feel Ashton’s gaze but intentionally ignored it and focused on the discussion of what you all should have for dinner.

…

All five of you were now all seated around a table digging into the hot pizza that had just arrived. Ashton directly in front of you and Calum beside you, still with his hand resting your hand on your thigh.

As you ate, you would occasionally look over at Ashton, who was already staring back at you, once again raising an eyebrow as if he was trying to or had figured out what you were trying to do.

After everyone finished you collected everyone’s plates and ‘accidentally’ dropped a napkin in front of ash, making sure no one was looking before you quickly bent over and gave him a perfect view of his favourite set underneath your silk robe, then standing up and walking into the kitchen and placing all the dishes in the sink.

“I’m going to go get changed, I’ll be back in a minute.” You called to whoever was listening, mostly Ashton after that little stunt you’d just pulled and slightly running upstairs to your bedroom.

Hearing footsteps following you up the stairs you entered your bedroom and then were suddenly spun around and pressed against the now closed door with Ashton standing in front of you.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he practically growls, stepping back allowing you to move away from the door.

“Getting changed” you shrug, reaching and untying the bow that was keeping your robe together, opening it and letting it drop to the ground, fully revealing the white lace set.

Ashton’s mouth opened, but no words came out. You turn around to walk into your wardrobe and pick out some pyjamas to wear but are then are turned around and pressed up against a wall.

“Don’t stop on my account” He states very slowly leaning in with his mouth pressed right next to your ear.

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to gage what he’s going to do.

He turns his head and attaches his lips to your neck and begins to leave extremely light kisses down your neck till he reaches your collarbone and pulls away with a smirk and slight chuckle, when he sees your eyes are closed and mouth slightly parted.

You open you your eyes hearing the slight chuckle and stare at him.

“Well I’ll let you get changed.” He says and starts to walk away still with a smirk on his face, when you grab his shirt and pull him in for a kiss which begins to turn into a full blown make out session.

You’re still pushed up against the wall, now with Ashton holding you and your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands in his hair.

His lips are once again on your neck and find their way up to your sweet spot. A moan erupts from your lips and Ashton pulls away,

“Who makes you like this baby?” He smirks

‘Let’s cause some mischief’ you think to yourself.

“Calum does” You respond making direct eye contact with him as you say it.

“Oh, you’re in for it darling” he says carrying you over to the bed and dropping you.

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wildflower-alex · 4 years

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The job (CH) part 1

Part 2 and 3 here and here

She was working for them since they got recognition around the world, taking care of their editorials, interviews and their public appearances. Sure, their taste in fashion was strong, yet they needed advice from time to time and generally that was her job, plus other little things that added the pressure to make them feel good in their own skin. However, she liked working with them, because of their work ethic, as well as indulging in silly activities to keep them sane. Sure, it was hard for them to be apart from their loved ones, but living the dream was pretty amazing. She enjoyed spending time with them, they were great human beings, always polite, but still with a temper from time to time.

For her it was hard working around them and then return back to the hotel and thinking of all the things she’d do to him. Most nights, she’d get in the room, strip down all the clothes and pleasure herself with his image in her mind, most times even looking at photos of him while reaching her climax. It was fine just like that, but you would sometimes catch her daydreaming about him, usually when there was a coffee break or she was alone in a room. Her mind would instantly fly away thinking of how it could be. Would he be the same? Would he enjoy spending time with her? She always imagined him as being the same uninterested guy as he was now, but a little more passionate in bed. She liked this image so much, she almost every night fell asleep with this image popping up in front of her eyes. Again, she was fine just the way it was, but the sexual tension she felt in his presence, when her clit slowly heated only by sensing his perfume around her, that was hard to contain.

Yet, for a couple of weeks she was so stressed about their future project, and her tricky mind was occupied for multiple days with something else than his bulge between her legs.

“Is there someone in here?” Calum screamed from across the hall.

“Living room” she replied, never taking her eyes away from the laptop. “Yes! I got it!” she screamed in excitement and clapping her hands. “I know what to do!” she said back to him, knowing he was a step away from the room.

“What do you mean, love?” he asked.

“I know the visuals of the campaign! Come here, it’s truly great!” she playfully said. In front of the pinboard she could clearly see the campaign for their new album, along with their outfits and covers. It was great to finally find the perfect idea and she knew no one would complain, it was far too great to reject it. He came close to her and she pointed to the laptop, then at the board and he saw what she meant. Yes, he liked this new visual, but he always liked her work, so it wasn’t a surprise he came up with that; she was a great individual and he liked her presence.

Calum was, as well, aware of her feelings. He caught this impression of her being a little too restrictive regarding her gestures around him. He also have been seeing her behaving normally with his friends, female and male, but she had some kind of a glimpse whenever he caught her looking at him. He too found her extremely beautiful and wanted to roughly pound her, but he also had a big ego and only talked to influencers, precisely the other side of the spectrum of what she was. She was the girl next door, he was the macho and he didn’t know how to approach her and even so, they worked together and it was something they both avoided. They were so similar, but so caught up with other things they couldn’t realize how good they fit together. Still, he enjoyed looking at her ass whenever she was bending over a table or peeking down at her cleavage the days she was wearing some revealing top. This was one of that days: her tits were perking through the pink corset blouse, showing off her clavicle as well. The skinny jeans were perfectly complimenting her tiny waist and cupping the big butt, he almost felt like pinching her cheeks, seeing if they were real. She looked very pleasant and he felt a sudden rush of blood to his length, making him uncomfortable to stay up beside her.

“It sure looks very cool. How did you come up with that?”

“Mainly Dua Lipa, mixed with CALM visuals, plus these architectural style I found on Pinterest. Phew, I can finally breath free” and masturbate to your pic tonight she added in her mind. She was now aware how close she was to him, smelling his perfume and looking at the veins poking through his arms. She felt the sweat slowly forming on her forehead as she looked at his body bent over her desk, his back heavenly sculpted, showing the strong physique he had. He was a true piece of art and she enjoyed looking at him making moves, showing his flesh in different positions every day, fantasizing about digging her hails into it and feeling the warmth of his caramel tone.

He was doing that on purpose, to make her breath harder that usual, to finally see her pupils getting bigger and her voice pitching a high voice. It made him hard to see her aroused and he loved every second of it.

“You truly are amazing, as usual.The guys will love it, no wonders. I particularly like this black outfit here” he pointed to the casual, yet elegant black outfit she specifically set for him. She knew he would like it. Again, they were the same, but still different and both enjoying each other’s company.

“Thank you” she breathed, relieved by his answers. He then got up and turned around to face her. She was pretty tall, but he was taller that her, almost dominating her anytime they were next to each other. It was something he enjoyed when standing next to her, this dominance installed between them, his easiness to grab her shoulders and pin her to his chest, smelling her hair and sweet perfume. It was for moments like this when he felt he had to taste her lips, upper and lower, to check if they’re as sweet as he always imagined. As he was looking at her, he saw her glistening eyes searching for his and felt a nod in his throat.

“You always do such a good job” he admitted and placed a hand on her shoulder, then slowly moved to her face, stroking her cheek. His mind was saying to stop, but his body couldn’t. He knew it wasn’t good and he should’ve stopped, yet he wanted it for so long that it felt almost natural to do it right there, right in that moment.

Her eyes widened to his touch, not knowing what to say or do. After a second or two she parted her lips trying to say something, but quickly closed her mouth. What could she actually say? Her mind continuously flickered two responses: stop, do it, stop, do it, stop and so on. Her anxiety was slowly kicking in, turning her into a stone, not being capable of saying something. She felt helpless, it was all in the palm of his hands and he got to save her from embarrassing herself.

His delicate fingers slowly found their way to her lips, touching them, feeling the softness of the skin. He then stopped and put his hands into his pockets, realizing what he was doing, but he already had opened the Pandora’s box and it was hard to move on with their previous relationship, that he knew for sure. She remained still, screaming at him in her mind to never stop, but she was so weak and frightened. It was impossible for her to contain herself, goosebumps shaking her spine and slowly getting her temples trembling. Anxiety was on full speed, she wanted to catch his hand and kiss him, straddle him, but her body couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, I…” he whispered and he looked down at his shoes.

She got the courage to ask him “You what?”, almost begging him to give her an answer, to understand something. She felt like screaming, overwhelmed at how crazy that situation was, craving more of his touch.

He stood there thinking of a lie he could make up. In a second he thought about saying he was lacking sex and she was available, but it was degrading, or playing it dumb or simply tell the truth. His mouth opened and, as if it got a mind of it’s own, he said “I like you”. Instead of saying it, he would’ve liked to kiss her lips, but he was afraid he might get rejected, it was better that way.

She was in awe, remained still, her hands feeling heavier than usual and her core bursting into something she never felt, her heart beating so fast he could actually hear.

“What do you mean?” she added, needing more explaining. She couldn’t risk interpreting wrong.

He sighed and rolled his eyes while tilting his head up. Why was she so persuasive? Why couldn’t she let it go just the way it was?

“I mean… gosh, I don’t know…” he paused again, somehow begging for her to finish his sentences.

She was was feeling strange, she felt like he was mocking her. It was hard talking to him, he was so introverted, never showing off his feelings and always playing cool, as if he didn’t care about anything than his persona. The air thickened, but she could hear murmurs down the hall, the band coming in the room. She furiously looked at him and he looked back at her, seeing the anger building up in her and not knowing what to say. He was saved by the bell, as one would say, as the band got into the room and interrupted them.

Part 2 and 3 here and here

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lvhulv · 5 years

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Ok but how cute would it be to go and get your nails done with Luke, like the both of you having a good time and helping each other pick out a color to get your nails done in🤧

#5sos #5sos imagines #5sos prefrences #5secondsofsummer #5sosfam

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years

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Ghost of You - Part Two

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Author: @cxddlyash

Words: 1989

Author’s Note: We all know I’m a sucKer for happy endings! If you didn't know... well you do now. So, here it is! ALSO POSTED ON THE SAME DAY AS THE FIRST PART. WOW, RIGHT? Thanks to @h0tsos for fixing a couple of mistakes and letting me know her thoughts on it!

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Luke worked nonstop in the studio, wanting to get the beat of this song just right. He had some help from a couple writers, telling him their ideas and the blonde managed to finish the song in about two weeks.

He found himself standing outside of Calum’s door, knocking quietly as he waited for his best friend to open the door. Luke hasn’t actually been to his house since before the breakup, only in the studio.

The door opened and Cal stood on the other side, his eyes growing wide. “Luke? What are you doing here?” He asked, closing the door a bit and Luke’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“I, uh, finished the song. I wanted your opinion on it,” he mumbled, tangling his fingers together before just pushing past Calum despite the brunette’s plea for him to stop.

You were sat on the couch, snuggled into a blanket you took from the house, Luke’s scent slightly on it as you watched a sad movie. Your head picked up to Calum shouting Luke’s name and your heart dropped, not wanting him to see you like this.

Luke’s eyes landed on you as you perched yourself up on the couch. He could see the tears in your eyes before his gaze went to the tv. “Y/N… w-what-“ he started, confused but realizing why your here and before he could get out a coherent sentence you ran off to the room you stayed in.

His heart broke slightly, staring down the hallways. “Luke…” Calum started, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder and Luke pulled away from him.

“Yo-You didn’t even tell me she was here? Or how she was!?” He yelled, glaring at him.

“She didn’t want you to know,” the bassist calmly spoke, giving Luke a sad look. “She’s far from fine though. Just know that.” Luke ran his fingers through his curls, shaking his head a bit before rushing out of the house, walking back towards his.

You heard the door slam shut and you jumped a bit, knowing that he had left in anger. You say cross-legged on the bed, hearing Calum’s footsteps coming closer to your door before he knocked on the wooden surface.

He walked inside the room after you mumbled for him to come in. “I’m sorry. I-I should’ve just let you tell him where I was. I didn’t want you guys to get into a fight,” you whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek and Cal sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

“It’s fine. I didn’t expect him to come over. He hasn’t left the house unless it was to go to the studio,” he mentioned and you frowned knowing that’s not like Luke at all. “He’s a mess… you know that right? I don’t think he can live without you.”

You shook your head, trying not to cry. “Please don’t tell me that,” your voice strained, sniffling a bit. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before Calum pulled you into his chest. “T-This is all my fault. We’re both broken because of me.” You cried into his shirt, damping the fabric with your tears as you shook. Your breathing picked up as the task became a little harder, Calum noticing.

He pushed you away from him, moving some of the hair from your face as you kept hyperventilating. “Hey, it’s okay. This isn’t your fault. You were just doing what you thought best… everyone makes mistakes,” Calum gently cooed, rubbing the sides of your arms as you nodded, wiping the wet streaks from your flushed cheeks. “I know you won’t want to, but you should go talk to him.”

Calum dropped you off at your and Luke’s shared place, staring at it as you took a deep breath, gathering the courage to just go up to the front door. “Bye, have fun!” Cal called out as he drove away, not giving you the option to really run.

You sighed defeatedly, stepping slowly towards the place. You bent down, grabbing the key from under the flower pot, unlocking the front door before stepping inside. It was eerily quiet, the sound of Luke’s piano playing in the distance as you noticed the house to only be slightly messy.

Papers strewn about the coffee table caught your attention and you walked towards it, sitting gently onto the white couch. You picked up the pieces of paper, fingers grazing against the ink smudges knowing Luke put his heart into this song Ghost of You.

Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side There's your coffee cup, the lipstick stain fades with time If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine I'll be just fine So I drown it out like I always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you And I chase it down, with a shot of truth Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

Fresh tears were added to the paper, except these were yours. You placed the papers back in their original spot, covering your face with your hands as you silently cried. He wrote a song about me… Luke’s voice singing throughout the house made you peek your head up, missing the way his voice sounded but this… this sounded nothing like the Luke you knew. His voice cracked while singing the lyrics you just read, the sound of the piano softly playing along to his voice.

You pushed yourself up from the couch, following the sounds of his voice to find him sitting in front of his piano, singing his heart out as he was hunched over a bit. You bit your knuckles to stop yourself from letting out a sob, continuing to watch him until he finished. Your eyes moved to Petunia who was lying on her bed beside him, her head picking up at the sight of you.

She immediately got up, trotting towards you as you crouched down, petting her belly as she laid on her back.

The piano playing stopped as Luke noticed Petunia wasn’t in her bed, glancing behind him to see you crouched down by her, petting her. A sad smile came to his lips, wondering if you were actually here or a figment of his imagination.

“You came back?” His voice spoke out quietly and you glanced over at the blonde, seeing this tired blue eyes looking at you.

You pressed your lips together while standing up before making your way towards him, sitting down next to him at the piano. “I figured we needed to talk,” you mumbled, toying with your fingers as he nodded, the two of you facing the piano.

His slender fingers played with the keys, pressing one every minute or so as you sat in silence. “Calum said you were far from fine…” Luke trailed off, gazing down at you as you sighed, nodding your head.

“He’s right. I don’t think there’s been a time where I didn’t cry myself to sleep,” you explained furthermore. “He said you were a mess.”

Luke let out a dry laugh, biting his bottom lip before nodding. “He’s also right. I haven’t left the house unless it was to go to record or write, I-I stare at your side of the bed every morning and every night, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong,” he mumbled quietly, the crack in his voice returning.

“Luke… you didn’t do anything. I should’ve just talked to you about it, but I-I honestly thought leaving was the best choice for both of us. I realize now that it wasn’t the right choice,” you told him, scooting a bit closer as your hips slightly touched.

Your hands were in your lap as Luke looked down at you, taking a big risk and reaching over to grab your hand. He laced your fingers together, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you squeezed his hand. “Can you just tell me why? What your reason was? It’s been eating away at me for three months.”

“Well, the distance was one. I hated that you were gone most of the time, but I knew it was for what you loved and I was okay with it. Secondly, the cheating rumors. I know… I know you’d never cheat on me, but the pictures, th-they looked so real and I thought that I wasn’t good enough for you anymore. Lastly, your fans. They were great in the beginning, but I guess they shipped you more with Sierra than they did with me and they became hateful. Sending me threats and hate and it topped everything off. I-I had to do something,” you explained in more depth to him, your free hand fumbling with his fingers.

Luke sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your head. “I love you so much. I honestly don’t want anyone else in my life like you were. You were the one for me, you still are. I-I’ll say something to the fans, have you come with us on tour-,” he started listing off things and you briefly cut him off.

“Who’ll watch Piggy?” You asked, looking down at the bulldog-terrier who was sleeping in her bed.

“I’ll find someone. I don’t wanna be away from you anymore. I-I don’t wanna risk the chance of coming home for you not to be here again. Please… please come home. Come back to me,” Luke whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“Of course I’ll come back. You’re my home, Luke. I’m sorry for leaving. If I could go back in time I’d change the way I handled it,” you mumbled, one of your hands resting on his chest. Luke pulled away from you, getting up as you curiously glanced at him, wondering what he was doing.

He picked you up bridal style, a small squeal leaving your lips as Luke carried you to the bedroom, Petunia following you. You hid your face in his neck, taking in his wonderful scent as you missed it so much.

Luke set you down on your side of the bed, moving some of your hair from our face before laying down beside you. His hands reached for your waist, pulling you closer as you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered as he combed his fingers through your hair.

You turned your head to look at him, leaning on your elbow before dipping down to press a kiss to his lips. Luke let out a small moan, his large hand resting on your cheek as he began kissing you back, missing the feeling of your lips against his.

Luke flipped you over, hovering over you as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers running through his curls as your heart fluttered. He pulled away, breathing heavily as you slowly opened your eyes.

“I’m glad I’m here too. I missed everything about you.”

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Close as strangers- G.D.

Song inspired imagine.

Song: Close as strangers- 5 seconds of summer.

Link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxKfW5u2rbM

Twin: Grayson Dolan

Word count: 2245

Warnings: A few curse words here and there, nothing else.

A/N So, I wanted to write this one for a long time actually, and I’m kinda glad that I did. I also have an imagine for Ethan in mind, from the same song, but the story line is different. So I’ll see how this one goes.

Requests are still open.

“We’re going on tour!” Grayson practically shouted through the phone. You smiled at the good news, your heart jumping from excitement. “Oh my god. Babe, that’s so awesome!” you said back happily. “Shit. I have to go now; we have to finish the meeting. I’ll call you right after I get out of here.” He said rushing. “Okay. Bye. Love you.” You said in the phone still smiling at the good news. “Love you, bye.” He said before he hung up. You were overfilled with joy, hearing that your boyfriend will get to fulfill his dream. A part of you was a little sad, because you knew that you couldn't go with him. That didn't matter right now; the important part was happiness filling your heart, pushing the sadness away.

You were standing in the airport, wrapped up in Graysons arms. You didn’t want to let him go, knowing that you won’t see him for the next 6 months. Your heart was aching, tears threatening to escape, but you held it all in. “We’ll talk on skype. I’ll text you every day. I’ll send you pictures. I’ll bring you gifts.” Grayson went on to list things he’ll do for you while he’s away. “I know.” You said in his chest listening to his voice. “Just shut up for a moment.” You said pulling him closer, if that even was possible. You put your ear against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It wasn’t steady, meaning that he was nervous. He held you, his arms strongly around your body as he placed a kiss on top of your head. “We have to go.” Ethan informed walking up beside you both. You let go of his body the same time as he did. You looked at him gathering his bags. Grayson turned back to you and pulled you close one last time, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow. The kiss didn’t last as long as you wanted. The feeling of his lips against yours faded too quickly. “I’ll miss you.” He whispered your faces still close. You didn’t say anything, afraid that your voice might break. You kissed his lips one last time, before he had to walk away. “I love you.” he said his voice already too distant for your liking, as he walked away backwards still looking at you. “I love you.” You said loud enough for him to hear, as a sad smile appeared on your lips. “I’ll miss you.” You added your voice breaking, still loud enough for him to hear. He blew a kiss in your direction making you chuckle, as a tear ran down your face. You waved goodbye, before walking away to get back home.

Graysons point of view.

Six weeks since I've been away

And now you're sayin' everything has changed

And I'm afraid that I might be losing you

After Ethan and I left for tour, someone had posted pictures of me and Y/n in the airport. Obviously, people started talking. Twitter was full of those pictures, fans questioning my relationship status since I've always said that I’m single, keeping Y/n my little secret. It was out now, because of some stupid paparazzi. A bit more than a half of our fans were saying positive things, yet there still was the negativity. Some magazines made articles speculating the whole thing, lying and making things up. Saying that Y/n is a player who has dated multiple celebrities and that she switches guys like clothes. That she’s a cheater, a gold-digger. It broke my heart. I didn't even want to look at my social media accounts. She’s none of that. I know her better than they all do, and I know, that she isn't even close to being like that. “I don’t know Grayson. Maybe we shouldn't make it all official.” She said answering my question of should we tell the world about our relationship. I could tell in her voice, she was sad about the whole situation. “Alright, then we won’t. Anyways, how’s your day?” I asked changing the topic. “Wh-hat?” she asked. “How was your day?” I asked again, already getting used to interruptions because of the services. Every phone call seems to go like that. “Horrible. I th-y fir-d me tod-y.” She said parts of what she said missing. “Why?” I asked back confused. “It’s n-t a big d-al Gray. D-n’t w-ry.” She said.

Everything has changed now. Even if it has been only 6 weeks. I’m away, while she’s home alone. She’s on her own and I wish I was back home next to her. Don’t get it wrong, I love touring, I love meeting all of our fans… but people are talking about me, her, us. She’s not used to being in the spotlight, where everything isn't as bright as it seems from the sidelines. The worst part is that I can tell that she’s closing off. She usually keeps her thoughts to herself, the only people she opens up to being me and her best friend. It rips my heart apart, because I can tell that she’s hiding away from things and not telling me about it. I’m afraid that I might be losing her.

Oh, everyday

You feel a little bit further away

And I don't know what to say

Every time I call her, it feels like she closing of even more. We talk, yeah, but usually it’s me who’s talking. She keeps quiet. When I ask her something she answers shortly and makes me talk instead. Sometimes I don’t even know what to say anymore to keep the conversation going. She’s hurting, and I can’t find the right words to say.

Are we wasting time

Talking on a broken line?

Telling you I haven't seen your face in ages

I feel like we're as close as strangers

The further away I go, the less we get to talk. The services don’t work like we wish they would. Sometimes calling seems pointless. We’re talking on a broken line. Lately she has refused to skype or send me a picture of herself, just to see her face. She always says that she hasn't slept well and that she doesn't want me to see her like that. I keep telling her that I don’t care all I want is to see her face. I miss her so goddamn much.

Won't give up

Even though it hurts so much

Every night I'm losing you in a thousand faces

Now it feels we're as close as strangers

“Maybe this isn't meant to be.” I read the text over and over again. She’s hurting, I know, but I can’t lose her over this. I can’t lose her. I love her. I love her so damn much. I taped the call button next to her name on my phone. One ring… the 2nd one….. 3rd….. “Hey! It’s me Y/n, leave your message after the signal.” I hear her voice. I cancel the call and try again. I know she can pick up. I just know it. I tried 4 more times until she answered the call. “Hey, I’m sorry for- for not picking u-up.” I heard her sob out. Hearing her cry made my heart sink. “Hey baby. What’s wrong?” I asked concerned and hurt at the same time. “I m-miss y-you.” She said before starting to cry again. My eyes started watering. ”I know. I miss you too Y/n… God I miss you so much. Can we talk on skype? I want to see you, I need to see your face.” I said trough the phone. “I don’t know-“she started but I cut her off. “No, please. I need to see you, alright? I haven’t see your face in 3 months Y/n.” I argued. The phone call suddenly went dead. She hung up. It hurts so much. So many things she’s not telling me, so much shit going on. So many lies going around. After a minute or so I heard my computer ringing. She was calling me on skype. I quickly took my computer in my lap and answered it. My breath hitched when I saw her. She looks different. Her eyes puffy and read from crying, dark circles around them. Her cheeks scratched and skin- pale. I knew that the scratches were from panic attacks. She’d scratch her cheeks whenever her panic attacks got out of hand. “Grayson, I don’t think that I can keep doing this.” She said her voice tired from crying. “I’m not giving up on you Y/n. Not giving up on us. Lying paparazzi’s and distance won’t take you away from me, alright? Just please hold on. Please. I love you, Y/n.” I said on verge of tears my own voice breaking. She hung her head low, all I could hear were her sobs. The pain in my chest unbearable. “I love you, Grayson.” She whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

Late night calls and another text

Is this as good as we're gonna get?

Another time zone taking me away from you

It’s been 4 months. 4 months since I last hugged her. I want to call her, but it’s night time for her. She’s sleeping, I know. She sent me a text. “I can’t stay up any longer. Good night. I love you.” The text read. “I love you too.” I type in and tap send. As every week passes by we become more distant. It’s mostly because of the time zones. We don’t get to talk. It hurts.

Six months since I went away

And I know everything has changed

But tomorrow I'll be coming back to you

It’s been 6 months. 6 months on tour. 6 months traveling. 6 months away from home. 6 months away from her. We’re going to be home tomorrow. One last flight to take. One last night and I’ll be able to hold her in my arms. Hug her. Kiss her. It has been hard. The past 6 months have been hard. The tour was awesome, meeting all of those who support me and Ethan. It was amazing. “We’re going home.” I said letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. “Yeah. We did it.” Ethan said looking at me as I looked back at him. “Honestly, I miss home.” He said closing his eyes and resting in his seat. “Yeah, me too.” I added relaxing in my own seat. Soon the flight took off and I drifted in a slumber.

I’m pretty sure I was the first one to stand up when the plain finally landed. I didn't care about anything except getting out. I knew she was waiting somewhere in the airport. I took my stuff and got out of the plain impatiently. “Common, common.” I kept mumbling to myself. I walked through the airport, Ethan somewhere following behind. I pushed past some people, and stepped over some bags, nearly falling. I kept walking through the crowd, and pushing my way through until there were less people. Less and less of them. I stopped, my breath uneven. There were just a few people standing in the area, and on the other side I saw her. The time seemed to stop. The sound of people chattering faded. Everything slowed down, except for my breathing. Y/n. She was standing there, in a bright blue hoodie and black leggings, simple yet so beautiful. Her long beautiful hair cut short to her shoulders. Her scratched cheeks seemingly healed. We were both looking at each other, standing on our sides, not moving. I felt like I was too scared to walk closer. Scared that it’s just an illusion, and if I’ll walk closer she’ll fade. My breath grew heavy. I couldn't steady my breathing. She took a step forward and I did the same mirroring her. God what’s wrong with me? I've imagined this moment so many times. Even tried to plan it, but I can’t do anything. I’m just standing one foot forward to her, looking at her. Scared. Scared that we might have become strangers. Scared. “Y/n.” I managed to push her name over my lips in a whisper. “Grayson.” I could read her lips, but I couldn't hear her voice. I wanted to run. Run towards her, take her in my arms and never let go, but my body was frozen. She seemed to be dealing with the same issue. “For fucks sake. Common Grayson.” I said to myself, accidentally saying it out loud. She heard me and a small smile appeared on her lips. Her smile. I didn't need anything else. It’s like her smile was a lit match that fell to the gasoline covered ground. My blood started to boil. I ran towards her and she ran my way. Our bodies were about to collide, just inches between us. We stopped. I looked at her face searching with my eyes for something unknown for myself. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her as close as I could. She put her arms around my torso squeezing me as much as she could. I breathed in her smell that I had almost forgotten over the months. “I missed you so much.” She whispered in my chest. “I've missed you so goddamn much.” I said holding her like she would disappear otherwise. My heart beating next to hers. I was finally in her arms and she was in mine. I was finally home.

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wonderland-irwin · 6 years

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Hey, guys!

I’ve tried to do this before, but it hasn’t quite worked out, so we’re trying this again. I have a Wattpad account where I’m thinking of publishing one of my stories. I’d appreciate it if you would follow that account, named magicallyirwin, and realign this to get it around. I haven’t posted any stories yet, so please be patient. If you’d like to make sure it’s me, you can message me either there or here to check😅my two accounts are in the profile, so enjoy!

Thank you!

— wonderland-irwin

#ashtonirwin #5sos #lukehemming #calumhood #michaelclifford #music #movies #fanfiction #harrystyles #imagines #prefrences #5sos imagine #books #stories #fangirl

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5soswriting-and-things · 7 years

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Little Black Dress

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kels-gvf · 7 years

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I'm still so salty that the boys haven't performed unpredictable.

#5sos #5sos prefrences #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer

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onyxmin · 7 years

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I miss you

Imagine…

Luke was on tour with his band and you really missed him. He told you before he left to call him every day no matter what, he would always take the time to call you back. So here you are at 9 pm sitting in your car after getting out of work and thinking about calling Luke. You clicked on the Bluetooth option in your car and said out loud, “Call Luke cell.” Immediately you hear a robotic voice answer, “Calling Luke cell.” The phone rings.

“Hey babe! Miss me?” No doubt he was smirking on the other side of the line.

“No, not really,” you said with a giggle. How could you not miss him? All those nights you spent staying up late and just talking about everything, remembering this brought a smile to your face.

“So what’s up?” Luke asked.

“Just sitting in my car in the parking lot at work. I got off not too long ago and I decided to call you because I miss you and your beautiful voice you know?”

“Well, I do get that a lot, you know with millions of girls screaming my name at shows and what not.” Now it was his turn to laugh.

“Oh haha, so funny Hemmings. Why am I even dating you?”

“You know why.” In your mind you could just see him wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh really? Why do you say that?” You could literally go on and on about all the reasons why.

“Hmmm let's see. My hair, beautiful ocean blue eyes, my singing, guitar skills, my laugh, my smile, my deep and raspy morning voice, my body…. Need I go on?”

“I mean you could but I need to concentrate when I drive home. We both need me in one piece in order to see you in two months time.” You couldn’t believe you’d be seeing him again soon! It has felt like it's been forever since you have seen him but it has only been a few months. You’d be able to spend time with him for about a month or so until he had to leave again for the next leg of the tour.

“Y/N. Babe. Are you there? Hello? You ok?” You heard his voice and snapped out of your thoughts.

“What? Sorry, I was thinking. I really cannot wait to see you, I miss you so so much!”

“Don’t worry about it, the boys were telling jokes and when we didn’t hear a reply we got a bit worried. I miss you so so much too Y/N! We just have to wait a little bit longer.”

“Tell them that I’m sorry and that I say hi and miss them! And while you do that, I’m going to start the car and start heading home ok? So just give me a second.” You heard a soft ok on the other line before you turned the key and started up the engine. You made sure you put your seatbelt on and that your headlights were on before shifting into reverse and backing out of your parking spot.

“Hey, I’m back.” You said as shifted into drive and headed towards the quiet street up ahead.

“Hey. The boys say hi back and that they miss you too.”

“Good they better or another Mario Kart beat down is in order.” Luke burst into laughter. Before you knew it, you were laughing along as well.

“Is it not true?” You asked with another laugh.

“It’s true alright!”

“So how was your day?”

“Long but it was amazing! The arena was completely sold out tonight and I swear they were the loudest crowd ever!”

“That’s good to hear! Too bad I wasn’t there.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your front row tickets soon enough my love.” This made you blush. It would be your first time to their concert since you’ve been dating and he for sure would be as close to your row as much as he could. You couldn’t continue thinking about what an amazing night you’d have, you had to focus on the road and talking to the love of your life.

“I know I will and I am so excited!” You said with a huge grin.

“How was your day babe?”

“It was pretty good actually! Work was really calm, I get to sleep in tomorrow, and I get to talk to you!”

“Good, I am so happy to hear that! Are you almost home?”

“Almost, I just have to drive past Anna Lane and stop at the yield sign and then I will be home! I took the long way home tonight. Haha get it?” The pun was a bit cheesy but you thought it was funny anyway.

“You’re so cute you know that right?” Luke said.

“Why thank you! Oh, and I am home now! I just pulled into the driveway Lukey.”

“Time to say goodbye?”

“No, unless you want to get some rest. I figured if you still wanted to talk I’d stay in the car or just hang up and call you back on my phone.”

“Nah, I want to talk to you for awhile longer. I know it’s only been about twenty two hours since we last talked but I really missed your voice Y/N. I mean I always miss hearing you talk, laugh or sing but today was different. I just wish you were here you know? You should hang up and call me back though, you need to get inside and get something to eat. I’ll talk to you in a few minutes then ok? Love you!” You didn’t know what to say but you smiled nonetheless.

You always missed him too and some days it was so unbearable you wished you were with him too. You quickly said I love you too before he hung up and shut the engine off before exiting your red Jeep Patriot. You locked it up and headed up to the front door as you fumbled with your keys.

You pushed the door open and quickly shut and locked it before dropping your things on the table and opened your phone to FaceTime Luke. It rang a few times before he picked up the call.

“Hey you! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” Luke said, accompanied by his beautiful smile.

“It’s been ages! Did you miss me?”

“Of course.”

“You better!” You said loudly before breaking into a fit of laughter. You stuck your tongue out at Luke and he just laughed. You admired his perfect smile, how his eye crinkled, and how he sometimes caught his tongue in between his teeth mid laugh. Damn, you were really in love with him and boy did he know it.

“Will you sing to me to bed tonight after I get something to eat?” You asked sweetly.

“As you wish.” This made you swoon. You clutched your chest and pretended to faint.

“Stop being over dramatic,” Luke said jokingly.

“Who me? You’re more dramatic than me princess.”

“Whatever you goofball, just go get something to eat.” After he said this, you turned the radio to a low volume so you could still hear Luke if he said something. Then you ran around the kitchen trying to figure out what was edible and what sounded the most appealing.

You finally decided on making Eggo waffles with fruit on the side. While you ate, Luke told you about the upcoming cities they’d be touring and what songs he was most excited for to perform.

After you cleaned up your dishes, you ran up stairs and told him you would be right back so you could go get ready for bed.

“Ok, I’m baaack!” You cheered.

“That was fast.”

“Well I couldn’t keep you waiting for 15 minutes now could I? Knowing you you’d probably hang up on me!”

“What?! No I would not! How rude!”

“Oh relax Lukey, I was only kidding!”

“I know.” You read the expression on his face and it just screamed, ‘Oh god I love you so damn much.’

“Will you sing me to sleep now?” You pleaded happily.

“Anything for you baby.” This brought a huge smile to your face and he smiled right back. You quickly shut off your light, adjusted the brightness on your phone, and quickly got under the covers of your velvety duvet.

He sang all of your favorite songs as you laid in bed, listening to his angelic voice filter into your room. He loved singing you to sleep, you just wished he was here right beside you. He softly started to sing Vapor as you slowly drifted closer to sleep. He knew just how much you loved this song. As he finished this song, you became one with the darkness and fell asleep.

Just before you completely succumbed to the gravity of sleep, you heard Luke’s beautiful voice whisper something.

“I love you.”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos luke #luke hemmings #5sos fluff #fluff #imagine #short story #prefrence #5sos imagine #fluff self insert #car phone call #bae misses you #oneshot

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jatpimagines · 2 years

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SUNSET CURVE MASTERLIST

Started : 2021/11/17

Last updated : 2021/11/19

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PREFRENCES

WHAT YOU LOVE ABOUT HIM

The main things you love about him.

YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE

Your favorite movie (2020).

BIRTHDAY PRESENT

One of the things that he gets you for your birthday.

YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH (MALE)

Who your celebrity crush is in 2020 - male celebrities.

YOUR KID’S NAMES

Examples of what your kids names would be.

PHONE NAMES

what names you and him have on your phones for each other.

CONCERT HE TAKES YOU TO

What concert he would take you to in 2020.

DRUNK TEXT

the text he send you when he gets drunk.

PET NAMES

what you call each other.

FAMOUS SIBLING

Your Famous Sibling 2020.

FAVORITE HOLIDAY DESTINATION

What is your favorite holiday destination

FAVORITE SONG ON CALM (5SOS)

Favorite song on CALM.

HOW HE TREATS YOUR NEWBORN

How he would treat your newborn

YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH (1995)

Who your celebrity crush is in 1995 - male celebrities.

YOUR FEMALE CELEBRITY CRUSH

Who your celebrity crush is in 2020 - female celebrities.

WHAT HE THOUGHT WHEN HE FIRST SAW YOU

His internal monologue when he saw you for the first time.

FATHERHOOD

What he would be like as a father.

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IMAGINES

INTERVIEW

Your the fifth member of sunset curve in 1995, and you finally got your first interview at a local radio station. However, the interviewer is a lot more rude then the band would ever imagine, but Y/n doesn’t take any of the rubbish that the interviewer gives to the band.

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 7 years

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Denim

Michael’s fingers fiddled with the frayed strings of your denim jeans. His fingertips tickling your thigh as they brushed over the open gap of your ripped jeans. He loved your these jeans. In fact he loved these particular denim jeans on you. It was the way you wore them that drove Michael mad. His fingers slipping into the belt loops and pulling you back into his embrace. Michael had a weak spot for them and you knew that whenever you would wear these jeans, Michael would fall at his knees to your commands.

ii.

You could never quite figure out why Michael had a favorite pair of denim jeans. He had called them lucky and because of that he had never washed them. It was a tiny quirk you loved about him, but also despised since the jeans were practically tattered up. You weren’t sure why you had grabbed the denim in the first place. Usually when you did laundry you’d stay clear of the lucky jeans. After washing them and realizing what you had done, fear had coursed through you. Michael was going to be angry. Now you were on the laundry room floor trying your hardest to repair your boyfriend’s favorite jeans.

iii.

It felt as if you and Michael were Briteny Spears and Justin Timberlake when they wore denim outfits. You felt slightly uncomfortable, but was enjoying yourself because Michael was having the time of his life. It was of course his idea for you two to match. And there was of course some refusal on your part. In the end Michael had won and you were a grumpy mess. It’s not that you didn’t like denim, you just found excessive amounts of it to be crazy. Knowing Michael he had done it on purpose knowing exactly how you felt about fabric.

iv.

Michael had found a new love for denim jackets. Somehow he had found a way to incorporate those jackets into his everyday life. If the two of you were going bowling. Michael would be in a denim jacket. Going out to dinner? Sure enough Michael would find a way to make his denim jacket look well enough for a date. His new love for this particular clothing began to fill your closet. You couldn’t help but to admire him for it. Michael did indeed look good in denim. There was no denying that. Though you had a different view on things, you secretly hoped he’ll continue to wear his denim clothes.

Denim clothes gave Michael a nostalgic feeling. He liked the thought of knowing that back then this was something people loved to wear. All the old school fashion trends were starting to arise once again. It almost felt like a keepsake for Michael. Memories of seeing old pictures of his parents wearing denim. How when he was younger he had a slight obsession with overalls. It was the little memories that fueled his love for the particular cloth. Michael was beginning to create his own style and denim was the key to it.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos au #5 seconds of summer au #5sos imagines #5 seconds of summer imagines #5sos preferences #5 seconds of summer prefrences #5sos burbs #Michael Clifford #Michael Clifford blurbs #michael clifford imagines #blurbs

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