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"Between the two of you, I thought I would have at least one person be loyal enough to consider how I would feel," Khadijah cried, looking between her best friend and her sons father. "You," she said pointing at Royal, "have never hurt me so badly before. You knew how I felt, I cried to you! And in less than six months you're fucking him?" Royal didn't say anything, just dropped her head and wiped away her tears. Khadijah turned her anger towards Calum. "And you? You don't have no loyalty to anyone," she spat, stepping closer to him. "You fuck me over time and time again and I forgive you. You go on tour, and you cheat on your girlfriend with my best friend, and you couldn't even have the balls to tell me yourself. I'm giving birth and she calls me to tell me the two most important people to me, have fucked me over again." Calum opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, "You're dead to me, Calum Hood, dead. If it isn't about your son you better not even fix your fingers to tap my contact. You both deserve each other."

In which Luke makes the biggest promise of all.

Cute as hell little imagines about the four dorks we all love. ❤️

Second Shot, a tiny, hipster-chic coffee shop with more succulents than seating, is holding on by a single loyalty card punch. Enter Mikey: cynical barista, under-caffeinated menace, and holder of an art degree he weaponizes exclusively for latte foam. He's fine with the shop dying quietly-until Parker, a clashing ball of chaotic optimism in neon and glitter, starts showing up daily... with a suspiciously chipper smile and a habit of "accidentally" fixing things. Turns out, Parker is the new unpaid social media intern hired by the owner-without telling Mikey. Armed with a phone, a ring light, and zero chill, Parker's plan to "save the shop through vibes" is Mikey's worst nightmare. They can't stand each other. Until one emergency espresso machine breakdown forces a truce-mid-livestream.

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Requests are always welcome! The imagines always get posted on my instagram (5secsofeline) first and after that they will appear here too :)

Y/N × Michael Clifford Prompt used- whatever is written comes true the next day! A photographer in Iceland wishes for an impossible shot, only to find a river of living light and her favorite musician waiting. But when her dream phenomenon begins to appear worldwide, can she grasp the shocking truth behind the "Mirage Manifestations"? And how did her simple wish rewrite the very fabric of nature itself? #GiveMeABreakContest

Hey guys! I am going to be putting all my random Ashton Irwin imagines together on this! I'm trying to get more written so that I can post more often. Hope you enjoy them!

"You make sense of a world that is senseless. You gave me space boots so that I could walk on other planets. Without you I'm lost. There's no left, no right. No tomorrow, only miles of yesterday. It doesn't matter now because I've found you. That's why I'm here. Because of you. You who I love." -unknown (This is a rewrite of the kill me series! Hope you enjoy :))

-lower case intended- in which a girl is taken by a bad criminal, who is only looking for love started: december 2016 ended: -

In these short preferences, be prepared for tears, laughs, and the occasional heart break.

Calum Hood Imagine. :-)

Choose your own adventure, but 5SOS version! We invite the reader to be an active participant in the story as we offer various pathways to take as the story progresses. Please read, play along, and enjoy!

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These are 5 Seconds of Summer imagines that I wrote myself. If anyone wants they can request topics or even imagines that have them as the character in it. Feel free to inbox them to me :)

Imagines and Preferences for 5SOS :)

this is a story of how he put me back together

A book dedicated to 5 Seconds Of Summer that will be full of imagines and one shots about the boys!!! I take requests no matter how strange or crazy you think they are so ask away

Michael Clifford Imagine. :-)

This is a depressing fanfiction about Ashton Irwin and an original female character. Hey, I'm Maya and this is my first time putting any of my writing online. It feels pretty strange considering how personal this story is, and before you start reading there's a few things I want to clarify. 1. Yes, I used my own name for the main character. Why? Because I'm shit at coming up with names. 2. This story starts around the time Youngblood was released, and for a while the timelines and everything actually add up (the dates used in the story actually match where the boys were at the time). However in later sections that kind of goes to shit so...know you know. 3. This story addresses some tough subject matter. You've been warned. If you at any point feel upset, stop reading. 4. Thank you so much for actually clicking on this. The idea of people reading what I write scares the shit out of me, but is also pretty damn exciting. Please enjoy this mess that was created while listening to Ghost of You at 2 am.