5 Seconds Of Summer Preferences [Requests CLOSED]

Parents. (Luke imagine)

Another imagine that was not requested. Day 3 of the "Countdown to Christmas."
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You opened your eyes, turning your head to the right, seeing your husband, Luke. His arm was around you as he was sleeping. You placed a hand over your mouth as you yawned. You smiled, studying his face.

He slowly opened his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

"Looking at you." You replied, your smile growing.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. You look so peaceful and beautiful yet so unaware of it." You said.

"That's poetic." He pulled you closer to him.

"Thanks." You chuckled. "We can't stay here forever."

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because," you pecked him on the lips. "It's Christmas."

"What?!" He immediately perked up. "Why don't we invite everyone?"

"We can, yeah." You laughed as he got out of bed. You did the same. "Let me get dressed first." You picked out a red sweater and a pair of jeans before heading to the bathroom. You took a shower and put on the outfit, doing you hair and makeup. You brushed your teeth before and left the restroom.

"How do I look?" You asked.

"Beautiful as always." He smiled, making you blush.

"Thank you." You replied. He was already dressed and he used the other bathroom to do his hair, brush his teeth, etc. You quickly made breakfast and you both ate, talking about anything on your minds.

You looked at your husband. "Do you want me to invite my family? Or no?"

"Why would you not?" He grinned.

"Luke, you know how my parents are. My siblings are nice, but they're different. They're not a big fan of yours." You said.

He sighed. "I know. But, maybe this year will be different."

"I don't know. . ." You sighed. "We've been together for six years and married for two. Yet, they're still rude."

"I know, princess. But, I have faith in them." He walked over to you. "Please?" He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You returned the kiss, your head spinning. You felt weak in the knees just like you did with all of his kisses. He pulled away.

You looked at him. "Okay, fine." You glanced at the floor then back to him. "You know you can get me to do anything when you kiss me, Luke. It's not fair." Despite your words, you smiled.

He laughed. "It's completely fair."

"Whatever. I'll go call them." You dialed your father's number and pressed the phone against your ear. It rang three times before you heard his voice say, "Hello?"

"Hi, Dad. It's me, (y/n)."

"(y/n)! Hello!" He greeted happily.

"Luke and I were wondering if you wanted to come over." You smiled.

"Oh. Did you mention Luke?" He asked.

"Yep. I'd love it if you could come. So would Luke." You replied.

"Okay, sure. We'll be there. What time?"

You looked at Luke, mouthing "Time?"

He mouthed back "Two."

"Two." You answered.

"Alright. Bye, (y/n)."

"Bye. Love you." You hung up.

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Your family and Luke's family arrived. Your parents said "hello" to Luke, but other than that, they didn't say anything to him. It was as if he was invisible. You sighed.

Your sister walked over to you. "Hey, (y/n)!"

"Hi." You gave her a smile.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "You don't look like you're having a good time."

"I'm not. I just. . . I wish Mom and Dad wouldn't be so rude to Luke. Can't they see I love him? We've been married for two years and they've known him for six."

"I know, (n/n). They just want what's best for you. I'm not saying that he isn't because I do think he is. But, they don't." Your sister sighed. "Talk to them."

"Okay." You nodded. "I'll go do that now. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Bye." She walked away. You spotted your parents and went over to them.

"Hey, Mom, Dad. I just wanted to say that Luke makes me really happy and he's what's best for me. I think I'd know that better than anyone. . . I love you both, but I don't like it when you're rude to Luke. We're married and I'm in love with him. I need you to understand that nothing can change the way I feel about him."

"We understand. We're sorry. We love you so much. If he makes you happy, then we support you. We'll be nicer to Luke." Your Mom said. Your Dad nodded.

"Thank you." You hugged them.

And that was one of the best Christmas' ever.