Ashton: Your lip was stuck out in concentration as you held the knife in your left hand, steading the pumpkin in the right. The two younger kids watched you with identical smiled of delight. Laying the outline on top of the pumpkin you were ready to begin. Ashton walked in seeing you giggling with his brother and sister, feeling warmth that was happiness. He knew he made the right decision when he purposing to you. Tip toeing in, he wrapped his arms around you. “I found a spot today, it’s perfect.” You only grunted the stress of wedding planning furthest from your mind in the warm kitchen.
Michael: He walked with you in the wooded area by the cabin he rented. A paper cup of steaming tea kept your spare hand warm while the other was being held by Michael. His sweater hung over you giving you intense sweater paws. The silence between you two was perfect, the cozy kind of silence. His laugh disrupted the silence of both your breathing and the occasional crow. Confused you turned to meet his crinkled up face. “Here.” He reached into your hair grabbing a fallen leaf that matched the burnt color of his hair. Carefully folding the stem off, he wrapped it around your ring finger with a satisfied smile.
Calum: The crisp air greeted you both as you strolled down the side walk. The smile on your husband’s face carried over to yours. One hand curled around in yours while the other wrapped you into his body keeping you warm. It lowered to your sweater covered stomach gently stroking the small bump that had grown practical overnight. Just ahead of you both were a couple with a small toddler giggling in a pile of bright leaves. Calum turned to you with enchanting eyes, “That’ll be us soon.”
Luke: There was a knot in his throat as he stared up at the clear sky. His sweater covered fists were stuffed deep in his pockets as he drew a sharp breath. You hadn’t seen him so attractive before, but you knew what was coming. “You know, I love you.” He finally said turning his attention from the blue in the sky to your eyes. You couldn’t help but notice they were similar shades of blue. “And I don’t want this to ruin us, okay? We’re still going together. But, I’ll be gone, until Christmas.” His gentle face pleaded with yours to not cry. You were speechless as you attacked his chest in a hug letting your leaking eyes rub into his warmth.
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5 Seconds of Summer Preferences
RandomI used to write these a lot, then I didn't, now I might. There is no particular order the boys are listed. No imagines. Requests are open.
