we put the world away

A/N: so i did a cinderella AU for luke and i decided to do princess AUs for the rest of the boys. here’s michael’s :) -      I sat alone in my tower, looking outside the window at the large ivy-colored stone that was taller than the tower itself. The waterfall sounded loud but quiet for it was so far away. I watched as it flowed down the stone and disappeared in a cloud of mist at the bottom.     Days were always like this as long as I could remember. Mother kept me up here, away from the outside world. I let my long hair flow out the window. Yes, it’s long enough to reach the bottom of the tower. I sighed, hearing the birds chirp in the trees growing near the ground.     “(Y/N), I’m coming up!” I heard a familiar voice.     I snapped out of my daze and yelled down. “Yes, Mother!”     I felt a tug on my head as my mother climbed up the tower’s walls, using my hair as a long rope. She stumbled through the window as I helped her up.      “(Y/N), darling, you need to stop leaving your hair out when I’m gone! You never know what kind of things could get stuck in there,” she laughed, putting her basket and cloak down on the table.      “It just gets kind of stuffy with all of it in here,” I shrugged, pulling it back up through the window. It was the only way you could get in and out of the tower.      My mother sighed, fixing up the mess that I left on the ground. “You need to stop leaving your paint out on the ground, it will spill on the floor and I’m not going to be the one who cleans it up.”      “Yes mother.”      She walked over the chairs set up near the fireplace, sitting down. “Well, it’s getting late, tomorrow I have to go back to the market to pick up my dress from the tailor, that bastard wasn’t done when I got there, a complete waste of time-”     I tuned Mother’s voice out, laying out my paint on the table. In a few days, it would be my birthday, and all I ever wanted was just one day outside my tower. -      Mother left for the market early that morning, leaving me alone to daydream about my birthday. I imagined how great it would be to run around on proper ground, to feel the sunshine on my whole body, to actually see the market-     My thoughts were interrupted by a voice down at the bottom of my tower.     “Hello!? Anyone up there?! A little help!”     I looked down, and saw a small figure standing on the ground. How was that possible? No one ever found the tower, ever.     “Hey, you up there! I can see you, help me up, would you? I’m kind of in some trouble!”     I panicked, turning away from the window. My hair fell out the window before I could decide what to do. I yelped, trying to grab it before too much fell out, but it was too late. I felt a tug as the man started to climb the tower. I ran to the corner of the room and started rocking back and forth, grabbing a pan from the kitchen for protection.     The man finally made it to the top, helping me pull all my hair back in the place. “Woo, that’s quite a workout. Thanks for the help,” he said, out of breath.     I curiously looked at him. I hadn’t seen anyone except Mother for as long as I could remember. He was surprisingly handsome, with a smirk that seemed to stick to his face, green eyes, and hair that looked so pale it was almost white.     “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, kneeling down next to me. I tried to swing the pan at him, but he dodged out of the way.     “Woah there! Don’t do that, calm down. It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”     He had a serious look on his face. “I’m Michael, and you are?”    “(Y/N),” I stuttered, standing up to my feet and lowering my pan.    “Nice place you’ve got here. Small, but nice. It’s bigger than my house, actually,” he laughed. “Thanks again for helping me up.”    “Why did you need help in the first place?” I asked, stuffing my hair against the wall to make room.     “Well, it’s kind of a long story,” he said, scratching his neck. “To get to the point, I picked up this beauty and some guys were chasing me, this and that happened and I ended up here!” Michael pulled out a crown from his bag, glistening with diamonds and silver.     My eyes widened. “You stole that!? You’re a thief!”     “Not really a thief, more of a borrower,” he said, putting his hands up in defense.     “Why did I let you inside? Mother’s going to kill me! I have to report you, somehow-”      “No way! Please don’t!” Michael got scared. “Don’t report me, (Y/N).”      “Why not? Isn’t that what the guards have to do, report people who steal?”      “You don’t understand,” Michael said, sitting in a chair near the table. “I need this crown. If I sell it, I’ll get at least a hundred dollars for it, maybe more.”       I scoffed. “Really? You need it for money?”       “The money’s not for me!” he screamed. “It’s for my family! They’re struggling to survive, we have no food at home, and my mother is sick. If we don’t get help soon, she might-” He sighed. “Forget it.”       “No, Michael, I’m sorry,” I said, feeling empty for being so rude. “I didn’t know-”       “It’s fine, how could you know anyway? Just, please, don’t turn me in, I’ll do anything.”       I jumped a little. Anything?       “You’d do anything?”       “Woah, don’t get too excited.”       I smiled. “Would you,” I looked towards the window. “Help me out of here? See the outside world?”       Michael paused, looked at me weirdly, then laughed. “Go outside? That’s it?”      I nodded. “Please. For one day? And you can keep your stupid crown and sell it.”      “Fine, it’s a deal.” He shook my hand, then smiled. “Why don’t we leave right now?”      “Right now? Really?”      “Come on, I don’t have all day. Let’s just go already,” he complained, dragging me towards the window.       I looked down at the window and took a deep breath, letting my hair fall down the side of the wall.        “I’ll go down first,” Michael said, swinging his legs over the windowsill. He looked over his shoulder.       “Ready to see the world, (Y/N)?” - hey guys! if this gets enough notes/enough requests, I’ll do a part two! just tell me in my ask if you want it :) requests are open! send me feedback and ideas for writing! main blog: http://lukesbatman.tumblr.com/ writing blog: http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/

guess what i’m writing! here’s a sneak peek for you guys for being so patient!   I sat alone in my tower, looking outside the window at the large ivy-colored stone that was taller than the tower itself. The waterfall sounded loud but quiet for it was so far away. I watched as it flowed down the stone and disappeared in a cloud of mist at the bottom.    Days were always like this as long as I could remember. Mother kept me up here, away from the outside world. I let my long hair flow out the window. Yes, it’s long enough to reach the bottom of the tower. I sighed, hearing the birds chirp in the trees growing near the ground.    “(Y/N), I’m coming up!” I heard a familiar voice.    I snapped out of my daze and yelled down. “Yes, Mother!”    I felt a tug on my head as my mother climbed up the tower’s walls, using my hair as a long rope. She stumbled through the window as I helped her up.    “(Y/N), darling, you need to stop leaving your hair out when I’m gone! You never know what kind of things could get stuck in there,” she laughed, putting her basket and cloak down on the table.     “It just gets kind of stuffy with all of it in here,” I shrugged, pulling it back up through the window. It was the only way you could get in and out of the tower.     My mother sighed, fixing up the mess that I left on the ground. “You need to stop leaving your paint out on the ground, it will spill on the floor and I’m not going to be the one who cleans it up.”     “Yes mother.” (this is so crap in the beginning, and michael doesn’t even come in yet i’m sorry but i’m finishing it when i get back from a vacation on tuesday so look out for it lovelies!)

aw thank you! :) i’m planning on doing a different princess au for mikey, ash, and calum so you can look out for that

A/N: loads of you requested part two of this AU, which is amazing! this is way overdue because i haven’t been online for a while, so i hope you enjoy it! read part one here  -      “Oh the ball was so fantastic!”      “The most amazing!”      “Quiet now, girls, we wouldn't want (Y/N) feeling jealous on how much fun you had last night, wait until she leaves the room!”      I rolled my eyes secretly at my stepmother. Little did she know that I had the most amazing time last night, dancing the night away with Luke. I sighed quietly, I already missed him.       I snapped myself back to reality. I couldn't miss someone I barely just met, could I? I picked up the empty plates from the table and scrubbed them furiously in the soapy water, humming the song I had danced to last night.      After I had finished my chores, it was already half past three. Drizella, Anastasia, and my stepmother had gone out to the tailor to get more dresses, until they burst into the house shrieking.     “I can’t believe it!” Anastasia screamed.      “What is it?” I asked, hurrying down the stairs.      “The prince is looking for the girl he danced with last night! The palace guard announced it this morning, he’s going to automatically marry her!” Drizellla exclaimed, jumping up and down with her sister.      “Now girls,” Stepmother said loudly. “We have to make sure your feet can fit the slipper first, before they come to our house!”       “What do you mean?” I asked curiously.       “The prince said that foolish girl left one of her shoes at the ball! The palace is going to have the maidens in the kingdom try on the slipped she left and see who’s foot fits,” Anastasia explained.        I suddenly got excited. What if I got to see Luke if he came to our house? Then my heart sank. He thought I was a pretty young maiden, not a personal servant. How could he begin to even think about me?       Anastasia and Drizella ran up the stairs, exclaiming in their delight.       Stepmother eyed me. “I’m going to need you to take these upstairs.”       “What upstairs?”       She pointed outside at the carriage full of boxes of what they bought. She laughed and followed her daughters upstairs. -      “Oh, just imagine, the prince in our house! What if I get to try on the shoe?” I asked my mouse friends. They were busy eating a piece of leftover bread and cheese I brought up for them, watching me as I talked.      “But of course, Stepmother would never let me even go downstairs in his presence.” I said sadly. I blew out the candle by my bed and pulled up the thin sheet, falling asleep to the little mice squeaking as they hurried out the window.       The next day I went to the market, softly humming as I twirled in circles around the market square. The baker waved at me as I passed by. “Good morning!” I called as I continued walking.        Suddenly, I bumped into someone, knocking me off my feet.       “Oh my, I’m sorry, I didn't notice you while I was walking!” I said.       The figure extended their hand. “Oh goodness, please, pardon me, I didn't notice you walking.”        I smiled softly as I took their hand and helped me up. I almost jumped out of my skin. I had bumped into the prince!        “I’m so sorry, Your Highness!” I said, curtsying.        “Oh please, it’s fine,” he said smiling. My heart melted. He looked just as amazing now as he did the night of the ball.        He took a closer look at my face, then shook his head as if he had dozed off. “Apologies, miss, it just seems you look like a familiar face.”        “I-it’s alright, Your Highness.”        Before he could look anymore, I hurried past him and to the next shop. -        The day arrived when the prince and his guards stopped at our house. As I expected, Stepmother locked me in the attic so they wouldn't know we had a third maiden living in our house. I heard the cries of pain of my sisters as they tried to fit the shoe on.        “It’s not going to fit, my lady!” the shoes man cried.        “It will, I swear!” I heard Anastasia yell. I laughed a little, sitting by the windowsill.        The window was open to let a breeze come in through the dusty, stuffy attic. Summer was almost here, which meant the attic would get much hotter as the months went by. I started to hum again as I fed one of the mice crumbs from a jam cookie I took from breakfast.         After a good fifteen minutes, the shoes man just decided to take the shoe back from the both of them. “Obviously, none of you can fit the shoe, so you need to stop trying!” he snapped.        “Your Highness, those are the last girls in the kingdom, how do you expect to find your bride now?”        “We must keep looking! I know she’s out there somewhere!” Luke frustratingly exclaimed. Three guards were sent out to the rest of the forest to see if there were any houses around the outskirts.        “Are you sure you don’t have any more daughters, miss?” the head guard asked.        “Yes, I’m sure I only have two,” she answered quickly. “Anastasia and Drizella are the only two children I ever had, their father died when they were small-”        “My condolences, my lady,” the guard said. “We must leave, Your Highness.”        Luke sighed, running one of his gloved hands through his blond hair. “If you insist, we’ll head back to the palace.”       I watched as they walked to their horses, which were right under my window. I forgot I wasn't supposed to be seen! I quickly slammed the window, immediately regretting my decision.       “What was that?” Luke asked, pointing at the window. “Someone is up there!”       “No, Your Highness, I assure you, it’s probably that dreaded cat again!” Stepmother said, stepping in front of him as he walked towards the door.       “Like cats can close windows, now if you excuse me,” he pushed her out of the way and fled through the doors.      I started to panic. He was headed up the attic! I heard the footsteps of people running up the staircases to the attic door. I paced the room, trying to calm myself.      There was a stop at the door. “Is someone in there?” Luke asked, knocking on the door.      “My lady, open this door at once.”      “I can’t do that! I don’t have a key!” Stepmother lied. I grimaced, she always had a key around her neck.      “Fine. Guards, break down this door.”      My eyes grew wide. They wouldn't do that, would they?      Suddenly, there was a loud band and the door fell, I backed up trying not to get hit with flying pieces of wood.      Standing in the doorway was a guard, who stepped out of the way for the prince. Luke stood there in disbelief.       “You do have another daughter!” he exclaimed loudly at Stepmother.      “To be fair, she’s a stepdaughter.”       Luke rolled his eyes and ran to me.      “You, you’re the girl from the market, I knew I recognized you from somewhere!” He grinned, grabbing my hands. I couldn't help but smile at his joy.      “Please, someone bring the shoe here,” he called.      The shoes man stepped forward from the crowd of people by the door. I sat on the edge of my rickety old bed, heart beating loudly. He slipped on the shoe, which was a perfect fit. I smiled a little.      The prince jumped in the air, yelling with delight. “Dear lord, I've found her, I've really found her!” He ran to me, cupping my face with his hands.      I was speechless, the whole attic erupted with screams of joy and celebration. Guards were sighing with relief and celebrating. Stepmother was trying to object, but you couldn't hear her over the loud noises.      “Now, please tell me your name, for I can’t marry a girl who I don’t know.”      I laughed, trying not to cry. “(Y/N), that’s my name.”      “(Y/N), it’s safe to say, I’m in love.” I didn't let go of his hands.      He touched my face and kissed me, right in front of everyone. I didn't hold it back anymore. Tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms around the prince’s neck. There were claps and a wave of “aw”s.       “Now, Miss (Y/N), will you do me the honor of escorting you back to the palace?” He bowed and extended his hand. I noticed he was crying as well.      “Of course, I’d love that,” I said, taking his hand again. “Luke.” I added at the end.      Luke laughed, kissing the corner of my head. The doorway was cleared as he lead me down the stairs and through the door.      “Wait! You can’t take her! She’s my stepdaughter!” Stepmother protested as I sat in the carriage, the door still hanging open.      “Well, now she’s marrying me, she’ll be royalty, and a princess can’t stay in a household like this, right?” Luke laughed and joined me in the carriage.     “You are going to marry me, right?” he asked nervously, looking over at my tear-stained face.     I laughed. “Only a fool would say no.”     We kissed as the carriage started moving, leaving the dreadfulness of my past life behind and headed towards my new one with the prince. - A/N: I ALMOST CRIED WRITING THIS OKAY, IT SEEMED TOO REAL. Thank you for reading, please excuse any typos I made while typing, it’s pretty late and I’m kind of tired. Let me know how you felt about it in my ask, and make sure to request some stuff too! requests are open! (i love feedback, so tell me how you feel about this imagine!) main blog: http://lukesbatman.tumblr.com/ writing blog: http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/

here you go :) http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/post/113702497523/m-c-imagine-dancing-alone-together (i forgot to send a link when i posted it! sorry!) :(

i guess i have to do it now! :) thank you guys, it means a lot.  if you want any other princess AUs, which one should I do it for next? (send in a boy!)

REQUESTED BY fandomr5: If you're not busy and you get a chance, could you do a Michael imagine where he wakes you up in the middle of the night during the summer and you two dance in the middle of the empty road and just have a blast while nobody's around but you two c: thank you! -      “Psst, hey, (Y/N), wake up.”      I groaned and turned the other direction. “Shut up Michael,” I said into my pillow.      “(Y/N) wake the fuck up or I swear you’re not getting any kisses today.”      I turned over and saw Michael sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing shorts and a muscle tank. His eyes looked sleepy.      “Wake her up with kindness, is that your way of getting the girl?” I laughed, rubbing my eyes.      “Why did you wake me up at 4am? It’s too early for anything.”      “No, it’s not. Go outside.”      “It’s too hot outside, Michael,” I said. “It’s like a freaking oven out there.”      “Not at four in the morning! It’s pretty nice, actually.”      I finally gave in and threw on a light jacket. “This better be good.”      Michael followed me outside the front door. The sky was almost a hundred different shades of yellow, red, and orange, and it was turning blue at the top and bottom. “Holy crap,” I whispered.      “Pretty, right?” he said.      I sat on the sidewalk and leaned my head on his shoulder. “I woke up at 3 cause Calum texted me, stupid little shit, and I saw this outside and thought you might like it.”     “That’s cute, Michael.”     “I try.”     He hopped up. “But don’t sit down yet, because it’s time to get even more freaking romantic!” Michael took out his phone and started scrolling.     “What are you doing Michael-”     “Hang on,” he said, putting up one hand. With the other, he started clicking the volume button louder until I could hear he was playing music.       “Not too loud, or the neighbors are going to wonder why we’re listening to Ed Sheeran at four in the morning.”      Michael shrugged and set his phone on the grass on top of his flip-flops.      He bowed in front of me. “Can we dance, my lady?”      I rolled my eyes. “No.”      He laughed. “You’re going to dance with me.”      “Fine.” I took one of his hands as he started twirling me around in the beat of “One.”      “You’re a pretty good dancer,” I said.      “I know right, I’ve learned a thing or two from Ash and Calum.”      “What about Luke?”       “Luke’s a nerd.”      I laughed. “Shut up, you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke.”      He just shrugged. “Whatever.”      We didn’t notice the song ended until it started playing She Looks So Perfect.     “Oh my god,” I bent over and started laughing.     “What, a guy can’t have his own band’s music on his phone?” Michael’s cheeks went red.     “No, it’s just that,” I laughed harder. “I wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.”     He went to go turn it off.     “No! Keep it on, this is my jam.” I stood up and started air guitaring and mouthing Luke’s verse.     “No, we’re not listening to this.”     “Yes we are, Michael Gordon Clifford.”     He just stared at me as I ran down the street, barefoot and in pajamas at 4am, dancing to his own band’s music.      I screamed all the “hey”s and the chorus, and Michael just sat on the sidewalk trying not to laugh.     “Come on, Michael, dance to your own band’s music!”     He stood up and started ait guitaring the guitar solo with me, then picked me up over his shoulder and carried me back in the house.      “Michael, no!” I laughed. “Put me down, I can’t breathe!”     He finally plopped me down on the couch and went outside to get his phone. When he came back, I was still on the couch.     “It’s still only four thirty, what do you want to do?” he asked, lightly kissing my forehead.     “Go back to sleep.” I pulled up a blanket on top of the couch and wrapped it around myself.      “Goodnight (Y/N),” he said sarcastically.      I yawned. “Night Mikey.”  - requests are open! (i love feedback, so tell me how you feel about this imagine!) main blog: http://lukesbatman.tumblr.com/ writing blog: http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/

part two here! -     I was overwhelmed with excitement. Who would have thought fairy godmothers were real? I sat in my carriage that was once a pumpkin and tried to calm myself down. I was really going to the ball!     The carriage came to a slow stop in front of the castle. I gasped; it was as beautiful as I imagined it. There was a long staircase that lead to the entrance that everyone was taking up to the ballroom.     “Thank you,” I said to my footman. I couldn't believe that my footman was once a dog! I hurried up the stairs to make sure I wasn't late. The doors were wide open and led to a beautiful, glowing ballroom.      It was the most majestic sight. Couples were dancing across the floor in colorful dresses and suits, a grand orchestra was playing music on their instruments, and a whole line of food was stretched across a table that went from one side of the room to the next. Giant crystal chandeliers, large marble columns; I just wanted to take a mental photo in my mind so I’d never forget.     I saw the prince at the far end of the ballroom talking to his father, the king. He looked so handsome, with his beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. A smile was on his face, and he laughed at something his father had said. He looked as handsome in real life as Anastasia and Drizella went on and on about.    I walked down the stairs and noticed that a few people were whispering and pointing at me. It must have been because I had nobody to accompany me, I must have looked foolish alone.    A guest scurried over to the prince and pointed me out. He looked up and we locked eyes. He smiled and whispered something to his father. I felt suddenly so nervous.    Then, the most outrageous thing happened: he started walking towards me! I quickly descended down the rest of the stairs and looked around, trying not to look in the prince’s direction.      “Excuse me, miss?”     I turned around to see the prince himself standing next to me. Good lord, he looked even more handsome up close.     “It’s such a shame that a beautiful young maiden like yourself is alone here without accompaniment.”     “Your Highness,” I curtsied awkwardly. I’d never been to a royal event, I didn't know how to do it properly. My cheeks went hot.      “Care to dance, my lady?” He bowed in front of my and stuck his hand out.     I had a feeling that if I danced with him, everybody would see me, and that includes Stepmother and Anastasia and Drizella. If they recognized me, they’d have my head.    But I couldn’t turn down the prince.    “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with all of these people seeing me, Your Highness,” I fiddled with a part of my dress.     “A bit shy, aren’t you?” He smiled, taking my hand. “Fear not, there are other places we can venture off to.     The prince quietly slipped away from the room, motioning for me to follow him. He lead me outside a different way, almost like a secret hallway. He opened the door to the outside. “After you.”     It was absolutely beautiful. A royal garden with a fountain and rose bushes, all different types of flowers. “It’s beautiful,” I said.     All the laughter and music from inside echoed outside. “Now, shall we dance now, my lady?”     I took his hand as we started slowly dancing to the music. He spun me around, making my laugh with joy. After a few songs, we stopped to walk around the garden.      “I know every part of this place,” he said as we walked on the cobblestone pathways. “It’s a place to think and escape from all the royalty.”     “Does anyone else know about this?”     “Besides the gardeners, probably not. I doubt my father even remembers this place. He’s too busy running around, giving people orders.” He laughed.      We talked for hours, learning more about each other. He didn't know I was a servant girl of course, I’d never let him know that. He was a lovely young man, with the greatest dreams and aspirations.      After walking through all of the gardens, we ended up in front of the palace again. “You’re a very interesting girl. You ask questions, you’re different than other princesses my father has set me up with.” He smiled, taking my hands again. “I’d love to see you again, if we may.”      “I’m not sure my family would allow that,” I said. “They can be... difficult at times, Your Highness.”      “Oh, please, call me Luke.”      “Is that what your friends call you?”      “I don’t have that many friends. Father forbids me from seeing anyone but the three I have in the castle.”      “I only have a few friends too,” I said, smiling to myself. I didn’t mention they were mice.      “You’re lovely, do you know that?” His blue eyes sparkled and he kissed me in front of the palace. I was taken aback with surprise. I lightly kissed him back as he put a gloved hand on my cheek.       When he pulled away, he had a smile on his face. “After this whole night, I haven’t even heard your name.”       I smiled back. “It’s-”       The giant grandfather clock boomed. I looked at it, it was 11:55. Five minutes until the magic wore off and I was back to my old life.      “I have to leave,” I said, dashing away from him and down the steps. Luke stood there, absolutely astonished. “Wait!” he yelled, chasing after me.”      “Stupid shoes,” I murmured, as I ran off the steps. One fell on in the middle of running. I turned around to go get it, but the Prince was already almost behind me. I had to leave it, or he’d see me turn back into a peasant.      I ran to my carriage and opened the door for myself, knocking on the glass. “Hurry, we must leave!”      “Hiyah!” The carriageman hit the whips on the horses as they sped off into the night, leaving no trace that we were there.      Except for my one glass slipper.      The prince stood at the end of the steps, absolutely in shock that I had left. I felt horrible for leaving him, but it’s what I had to do if I wanted to make the night perfect.       And it was. - frick, my freaking feels. I always get feels from Cinderella because it was my childhood movie. Let me know if you want a part 2 and I might consider writing it! requests are open! (i love feedback, so tell me how you feel about this imagine!) main blog: http://lukesbatman.tumblr.com/ writing blog: http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/

     “Hey, I think this one’s smiling at you!”      Calum had been desperately begging me for a puppy ever since we moved in together. (“It’s practice for when we have a kid, except it’s a dog!” he said.) Almost every day he’d try and mention on adopting a puppy for the both of us, and finally, a week after his birthday, we decided to head over to the animal shelter and check out the puppies there.      When we walked in, Calum literally went crazy. The dogs in the cages started woofing loudly when he came near, and the employee working near there opened up one and three small shih tzus came out and attacked him. He screamed in delight, he was so happy.      “(Y/N), (Y/N)! They are so cute!” he yelled as one of the dogs crawled into his lap while the other two pawed at his legs. He started talking like a baby to them. “Hi there, buddy. Who’s a good boy? Aw, there’s room for you too, buddy.”       The lady who had opened the cage had to put them back in the cage to sleep, so she took them gently from Calum as they laid on their dog bed. “(Y/N), we've only been here for five minutes and I’m already in love with those little guys.” I laughed. “Calum, you can’t get all three.”       “Why not? They’re all so cute.”       I rolled my eyes. “Do you really want to pick up poop for three dogs when you walk them?”       He made a face. “Eh, maybe not.”        “Let’s go look at the other ones!”       I watched as Calum looked at each cage, every dog loved him. I even played with a small pug, who seemed like the most adorable thing in the world. “Aw, aren't you a cutie? Almost as cute as Calum.” “I heard that, (Y/N)!”       I swear he took a picture with every dog. He even put his sunglasses on one of the adult golden retrievers, which was kind of embarrassing but really funny. We were in the dog section for about an hour until we came to the last cage.       “We just rescued that one two days ago, he’s doing pretty well if you ask me,” the employee said. She unlocked the cage and a little dachshund puppy skipped out, running around our legs.       “Calum, it’s so cute!” I bent down and rubbed it’s back.        “Aw, look at the little guy, he’s just looking for a friend,” Calum said. “I’ll be your friend, buddy. Come here.” The dog walked over to him and licked his hand. Calum smiled so wide.       “I like this one, Cal,” I said, letting it sit on my lap.       “I like him too, he’s just too cute.” Calum bent down next to me and started stroking the dog.      “He definitely seems to like you two, you guys should think about adopting that one.”      “Will do, thank you miss.” Calum smiled at the lady as she walked off to help another customer.      After a little while of talking, we came back to the cage of the small dachshund and decided to adopt him.       “He’s going to love living with you two,” the woman said, letting him out of his cage.       We went to the counter and filled out paperwork for the dog. Well, and by “we” I mean myself. Calum just ran around the desk with the dog while I wrote down our information.       “Cal, baby, you need to sign this,” I handed him the paper.      “What are we going to name this little guy?” he asked, handing me back the paper.      “I don’t know, you can decide, I don’t really care.”      “Really? So you wouldn’t care if I named it Pimp Flava?”      “Calum Hood, don’t be ridiculous.”      “It’s a catchy name, to be honest.”      I laughed. “No, now think of a freaking name and write it down so we can leave.”     Calum had written down “Zero” and gave the paper back.     “Why Zero?” I asked.     He shrugged. “I don’t know, cute name.”     I patted his head and gave the lady back the paperwork.     She told us the information we needed to take care of the dog, scheduling appointments at the vet for it’s shots, the best dog food brands, and buying it toy and leashes. I knew Calum was going to treat the dog like a princess, so I really had no worry.     We got to pick up Zero the next day, bringing him home. He yelped as he ran around the house, and I swear he had the cutest dog smile I’d ever seen in my life.     “Welcome to your new home, Zero,” I said, rubbing his back. - calum with puppies makes me so happy tbh i’m happy i got to write this imagine :) requests are open! (i love feedback, so tell me how you feel about this imagine!) main blog: http://lukesbatman.tumblr.com/ writing blog: http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/

based off the song jet pack blues by fall out boy (listen here) also: this is in michael’s p.o.v. :) -      The streets of the city were so quiet. Nobody was out at 2am, which was the perfect time to take a walk out in the cold, September air. The quiet helped me think, and there was nobody out to annoy or distract you. I pulled on my black sweater and headed out, not bothering to walk on the sidewalk. There weren't any cars out anyway.      The streetlights flickers above me as I tried to sort out my thoughts. They were all jumbled and scattered, but I knew they were all about (Y/N).      Rain started coming down, first at a sprinkle, then at a heavy pour. I groaned.     “Dammit,” I cursed, pulling my hood on and continued walking down the highway.     Suddenly, I saw a shadowy figure standing on the sidewalk, sitting down on the ground. I couldn’t tell who it was, but I was sure it was a teenage girl.     “Excuse me, miss!” I called out. “Do you need any help? Are you lost?”      She looked up, and I saw she had been crying. I jumped, scared out of my mind.     It was (Y/N).     “M-Michael?” she stuttered.     “(Y/N), what the hell are you doing out here?!” I yelled over the rain.     I jogged over to her and took her by the hand, taking her over to a nearby bus stop with a small roof over the bench.     “What are you doing out here so late?” I asked her.     She shivered in her trench coat. “I knew you come out here almost every night, so I sit and wait for you.”     I sighed. “You can’t do that, it’s not safe for you to be out here by yourself.”    “I know, I’m sorry, I just,” she looked down at her soaking wet sneakers. “Missed you. That’s it.”     “(Y/N), you know-”     “Yeah I know,” she raised her voice. “I know you left me a while ago. I know you’ve moved on from me. But guess what?” She stood up, with that fierce look in her eyes that said she was going to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. I always loved that about her. “I’m not giving up on you.”     I took her hand in mine.     “Did you even really love me though?”     I looked up at her, surprised. She had never doubted that before.    “What do you mean? Of course I did. I still love you.”    “Then why did you leave me?” she quietly wiped her tears away.    I watched the rain fall under the light of a street lamp. The city was dark, and there were barely any lights on in the small windows far away. I couldn’t think straight with her here.     “I,” I looked down. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, (Y/N).” God, I felt stupid.     (Y/N) got up to leave. She started to walk in the middle of the road, making her way back in the opposite direction towards the city.      “(Y/N), wait!” I yelled.     She spun around with just enough time for me to grab her waist and kiss her. “I missed her so much,” I thought to myself. Slowly, she put her arms around my shoulders and through the hood of my jacket. She leaned her forehead against mine, her face wet with tears and rain.     “Baby, come home,” she said.     Tears ran down my face. “I will,” I said. “I promise.” - fall out boy is one of my favorite bands and this is one of my favorite songs off their new album american beauty/american psycho. it’s a pretty short imagine because it’s a short amount of time (10 minutes i guess) but i still hope you enjoyed it :) requests are open! (i love feedback, so tell me how you feel about this imagine!) main blog: http://lukesbatman.tumblr.com/ writing blog: http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/

here you go babe! hope you like it! :) http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/post/113476703218/a-i-imagine-first-date

REQUESTED BY wanderlustwithyou505: Can I have an Ashton imagine where he is my best friend and we have our first kiss when he suddenly leans me against a random car in the middle of the night? The rest can be you imagination :) thanks xx -      “Hey there, you,” Ashton giggled.      “Why hello there, Mr. Ashton.”      For most people, this would be awkward: going on your first official date with your best friend of three years. But to us, it’s literally nothing at all, it’s just another hang-out session together. Except we’re “together.”      Ashton held out his arm. “You ready to go, hon?”      “Let’s go, shall we?” I looped my arm around his and stepped out the doorway, locking the door on the way out.      Ashton had planned for us to go bowling and then get dinner at the diner next door. Sure it was cheesy, but everybody’s been on that one cheesy date before, right?      He turned on the radio as we drove to the bowling alley, and it automatically started playing a rap song. Ashton started rapping it super fast then laughed as he changed the song to something more pop-punk.     Ashton always had that high spirit: he could never bring anyone down, and he always made everybody happy. He’s the cutest boy in the world, and he’s the perfect person to be friends with.      I won the first four rounds, and Ashton got so upset.    “Somehow, you are cheating, (Y/N),” he said, putting my name in the scoreboard for a fifth round as “fart queen.” It shortened on the TV screen to say “fart.”    “Hey, that’s so unfair!” I laughed, looking up at the TV. I pushed him aside and typed “dick butt” for him, which shortened to “dick.”    “I guess we’re ‘fart’ and ‘dick’ from now on,” he laughed. “Okay, enough of this. Let’s play.”    He started the round with three strikes and strode off. “I don’t know if you can top that, cutie.”    “Let’s go, dick butt.” You made three strikes in a row and put your hands in the air.    “Haha!”    “Nope, I can’t live with this.”    He knocked down nine pins, the tenth one almost toppling over, but it stayed upright.    “Loser!” I coughed into my arm.    Ashton glared at me. “Fart queen,” he coughed into his arm.    “Dick butt.” -     “I totally let you win that last one.”     “No way! I won that, because I’m so awesome,” Ashton jumped around as we entered the 24-Hour diner. We ended up ordering burgers and chocolate milikshakes. Ashton made jokes and teased me all night, but it made me feel bubbly inside, like a girl who just got complimented by her crush.     “Okay, that was a pretty fun night,” I said, smiling as he held my hand in the parking lot.     “Yeah, it’s actually pretty cool to go on an ‘actual date’ with you, (Y/N).”      “We should do it again some time, Ash,” I said.     Ash leaned in close and kissed my lips, the first time ever. I know, it’s probably lame, but I got so nervous. I put my arms around his neck as he leaned me against something, I think it was a car? I don’t know, I was too caught up in the moment to think anything.       He pulled away, leaning his forehead against mine. “We should do that again some time.”      “Why not now?”      “God, (Y/N), you’re so smooth with words,” he giggled.      “I know right?”      Ash kissed me again, making me laugh. “Dick butt.”      “Fart queen.” - sorry this one was a bit short, but i hope you liked it! it made me have ashton feels haha. :) requests are open! (i love feedback, so tell me how you feel about this imagine!) main blog: http://lukesbatman.tumblr.com/ writing blog: http://opticlifford.tumblr.com/

are these even considered ships? (check my blog for details, they are still open!)