I finished Michael’s Army imagine part 1! I will be posting it when I get back from babysitting tomorrow mid-morning (Hopefully by 11AM east coast US time or so) 

Luke Hemmings Imagine “Laundromat” 
(A/N: Photo is not mine. Sort of an AU) 
Staring at my clothes flopping over one another in the soapy water of the washing machine, I heard my phone’s generic ringtone fill the room. I couldn’t control the instant happiness that washed over me when I saw my boyfriend Luke’s name on the screen. 

“Hey babe!” Luke chirped through the phone. 

“Hi Luke!” I answered happily. “How are you?” 

“I’m good, I just finished up some interviews and I figured I’d call you before our acoustic gig tonight. It must be around 8 there in Sydney, yeah?” He replied. 

“Oh that’s good, you’ll have to let me know how it goes. Or I’ll just watch it online later. Yeah it is, it’s getting dark here so early recently!” I said, looking out the window to see a dark sky. 

“You’ll get used to it, that reminds me, how Australia treating you?” He mused, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I had decided to study abroad for a semester in Sydney and Luke could not be happier about it. 

“It’s great! I love everything so far; that restaurant you told me about is amazing! Oh except that my washing machine broke, so I’ve been going to a laundromat.” I explained, glancing around the room. Catching a few awkward stares, I guess I had been talking louder than I should have been. 

“You’re not there right now are you?” Luke asked, the cheerful tone he had been using earlier replaced by a sort of cautious one. 

“Yeah I am, why?” I asked 

“Y/N, I don’t know, a pretty girl at a laundromat alone at 8 at night just does not seem like a good idea to me.” He said nervously. 

“Oh you’re overreacting! It’s fine, there’s barely anyone here anyway.” I said, a few people, mostly men scattered around the room. 

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, actually, that’s even worse. Just go home and buy a new washer! I’ll pay for it, I don’t care, just go home right now.” Luke insisted, his voice always picks up speed when he’s upset. 

“No I got it, thanks for the offer, but I’m not going to get a new one until this weekend and I still have-” I looked up at the machine “another 25 minutes so I’m staying right here until then.” I said calmly. I heard him sigh on the other line. 

“Great, now you just announced to the whole place when you’re leaving! Babe, I know I told you that Sydney is a pretty safe city, but not it’s not this safe. Please for me, go home.” He pleaded.

“No Luke” I replied firmly, wanting to say yes but there was something important that I wanted to be clean to wear again. 

“Y/N, what is so important that can’t wait until later?” He asked, frustrated. I sighed. 

“I’m washing the shirts you left for me” I replied softly. 

“Oh” he stammered “I’m sorry Y/N, you know I just want you to be safe.” 

“ I know” I squeaked, trying not to get emotional. 

“Ok” Luke said, collecting himself, “I’m going to stay on the phone with you until you’re done and in the car driving home. Then next time you need to wash something you’re going to go to my parents house, ok?” he said. “And before you say anything, my parents would love to have you, they ask about you all the time and they love you so don’t fuss.” He said. I smirked when he said fuss, it was a word he clearly picked up from me. 

“Ok” I answered, smiling when I realized that Luke seems to fix everything in my life, even when I don’t ask him to. 

“So, how much time left?” He asked 

“20 minutes” I giggled 

“Well do you wanna hear about what we have planned for derp con so far? We did some planning for it at that meeting I told you about this morning.” 

“Sure! Am I coming to that?” I asked, honestly forgetting, he has so many events I can barely keep up. 

“Of course you are! Ok so..” 
I listened to his soft voice for the next twenty minutes, our conversations always flow so naturally. I was actually a little sad when I heard the timer go off. 

“Was that the machine?” Luke mumbled, I could hear disappointment in his voice. 

“Yeah” I said, putting my phone between my shoulder to scoop out my wet clothes and put them back in the basket. 

“Ok, well-” I started, reluctantly preparing to say goodnight. 
“Wait!” Luke exclaimed, cutting me off. 
“What?” I asked 
“Don’t hang up until you’re in the car.” he instructed. 

“Ok, ok, jeez” I laughed, balancing the basket on my hip and fishing out my car keys. I looked around cautiously before walking out, the wind taking me by surprise but I got to my car. I’m glad I was still on the phone with Luke, even though we weren’t talking, it was a little eerie outside and just knowing he was in reach helped. 

“Ok” I said, closing the door and starting up my car. “I really am all set this time, Thanks Luke.” I said. 
“Did you lock the car doors?” Luke asked. 
“Opps” I giggled, clicking the lock. 
“You’re hopeless without me” Luke laughed. 
“I love you” I said softly.
"I love you too, Y/N, goodnight. But text me when you get home!”

Luke Hemmings Imagine “Laundromat” 

(A/N: Photo is not mine. Sort of an AU) 

Staring at my clothes flopping over one another in the soapy water of the washing machine, I heard my phone’s generic ringtone fill the room. I couldn’t control the instant happiness that washed over me when I saw my boyfriend Luke’s name on the screen.

“Hey babe!” Luke chirped through the phone.

“Hi Luke!” I answered happily. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I just finished up some interviews and I figured I’d call you before our acoustic gig tonight. It must be around 8 there in Sydney, yeah?” He replied.

“Oh that’s good, you’ll have to let me know how it goes. Or I’ll just watch it online later. Yeah it is, it’s getting dark here so early recently!” I said, looking out the window to see a dark sky.

“You’ll get used to it, that reminds me, how Australia treating you?” He mused, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I had decided to study abroad for a semester in Sydney and Luke could not be happier about it.

“It’s great! I love everything so far; that restaurant you told me about is amazing! Oh except that my washing machine broke, so I’ve been going to a laundromat.” I explained, glancing around the room. Catching a few awkward stares, I guess I had been talking louder than I should have been.

“You’re not there right now are you?” Luke asked, the cheerful tone he had been using earlier replaced by a sort of cautious one.

“Yeah I am, why?” I asked

“Y/N, I don’t know, a pretty girl at a laundromat alone at 8 at night just does not seem like a good idea to me.” He said nervously.

“Oh you’re overreacting! It’s fine, there’s barely anyone here anyway.” I said, a few people, mostly men scattered around the room.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better, actually, that’s even worse. Just go home and buy a new washer! I’ll pay for it, I don’t care, just go home right now.” Luke insisted, his voice always picks up speed when he’s upset.

“No I got it, thanks for the offer, but I’m not going to get a new one until this weekend and I still have-” I looked up at the machine “another 25 minutes so I’m staying right here until then.” I said calmly. I heard him sigh on the other line.

“Great, now you just announced to the whole place when you’re leaving! Babe, I know I told you that Sydney is a pretty safe city, but not it’s not this safe. Please for me, go home.” He pleaded.

“No Luke” I replied firmly, wanting to say yes but there was something important that I wanted to be clean to wear again.

“Y/N, what is so important that can’t wait until later?” He asked, frustrated. I sighed.

“I’m washing the shirts you left for me” I replied softly.

“Oh” he stammered “I’m sorry Y/N, you know I just want you to be safe.”

“ I know” I squeaked, trying not to get emotional.

“Ok” Luke said, collecting himself, “I’m going to stay on the phone with you until you’re done and in the car driving home. Then next time you need to wash something you’re going to go to my parents house, ok?” he said. “And before you say anything, my parents would love to have you, they ask about you all the time and they love you so don’t fuss.” He said. I smirked when he said fuss, it was a word he clearly picked up from me.

“Ok” I answered, smiling when I realized that Luke seems to fix everything in my life, even when I don’t ask him to.

“So, how much time left?” He asked

“20 minutes” I giggled

“Well do you wanna hear about what we have planned for derp con so far? We did some planning for it at that meeting I told you about this morning.”

“Sure! Am I coming to that?” I asked, honestly forgetting, he has so many events I can barely keep up.

“Of course you are! Ok so..”

I listened to his soft voice for the next twenty minutes, our conversations always flow so naturally. I was actually a little sad when I heard the timer go off.

“Was that the machine?” Luke mumbled, I could hear disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah” I said, putting my phone between my shoulder to scoop out my wet clothes and put them back in the basket.

“Ok, well-” I started, reluctantly preparing to say goodnight.

“Wait!” Luke exclaimed, cutting me off.

“What?” I asked

“Don’t hang up until you’re in the car.” he instructed.

“Ok, ok, jeez” I laughed, balancing the basket on my hip and fishing out my car keys. I looked around cautiously before walking out, the wind taking me by surprise but I got to my car. I’m glad I was still on the phone with Luke, even though we weren’t talking, it was a little eerie outside and just knowing he was in reach helped.

“Ok” I said, closing the door and starting up my car. “I really am all set this time, Thanks Luke.” I said.

“Did you lock the car doors?” Luke asked.

“Opps” I giggled, clicking the lock.

“You’re hopeless without me” Luke laughed.

“I love you” I said softly.

"I love you too, Y/N, goodnight. But text me when you get home!”

Anonymous asked:

Please write michaels part I'm firing over here!!

I’ve been working on it I promise! I went back to school this week so I’ve been a little busy with that and to be honest I’m having a really hard time with this one! I have a basic plan figured out but if you have any suggestions/ requests on what you want to have happen ( is he dating, engaged, married..? Any other people you want in it?) please let me know! 

By the way I have no idea what “i’m firing” means but I guessing it means you are excited..? :)

I’m back! I really meant to write Michael’s imagine, but that nursery one just totally came to me while watching tv so hopefully its decent and I’m going to try to start Mikey’s soon, like I know what I want to write but I might need to watch a few war movies to get some more inspiration haha so I hope you all are doing ok and I’m going to try to write some more! :) 

Luke Hemmings Imagine “Nursery”
(Not AU but in the future.. if that makes sense. I did not plan on writing this but then it just like wrote itself I don’t even know…) 
“I’m so glad it’s done.” I sighed happily as I sat crossed-legged on the incredibly soft carpet of the spacious nursery. I watched my husband Luke turn toward me and smile as he joined me on the floor. 
“Me too” he replied, looking the room over as well. “How are you and little roo?” He added, using the nickname that my parents had given the baby because Luke’s Australian, which I think Luke enjoyed more than me. My baby is not a kangaroo… I remember telling them. 
“We’re good, and I just can’t believe the nursery is all done, this is great, one less thing to worry about before roo- I mean- the baby comes.” I said proudly admiring my future son’s room, which was mostly of Luke’s doing, for he insisted I would be better suited to just direct him from my spot in the cushioned rocking chair.
“Darling, you have nothing to worry about, everything is going great.” he responded giving me a sincere look in his blue eyes. 
“I’m married to you, of course I’m going to worry” I laughed, and he did too, looking down at his hands. 
“Oh luke..” I trailed off, feeling a little nostalgic of our almost 3 years of marriage, now that everything is going to change. 
“Oh!” I gasped, remembering an oh-so-important finishing touch I had almost forgotten. 
“What? Everything okay?” Luke quickly countered going from content to concerned in seconds, he’s going to be a great dad. I sat up quickly, with some difficulty, and briskly left the room.
 “Y/N!” Luke called, not enjoying his state of confusion.
 “Just wait there, I’ll be right back!” I spoke loudly, hoping he heard me. 
“Do you need help?” He asked
 “Nope!” I walked down the both sets of stairs to Luke’s music room in the basement and grabbed one his acoustic guitars and it’s stand and carried it carefully back, as I walked in, his attention immediately turned to me and he smiled happily as I found the perfect place for it next to the rocking chair in the corner by a big window, letting the last few minutes of light of the day pour into the room.
 “I think this could be quite useful in a few months.” I smirked as I sat down into the chair, admittedly tired from the trip. 
“Hey you’re not the only one who had that idea” He replied as he leaned over to pick it up and slide the strap over his shoulder. He sat down on the floor opposite the chair and looked up at me,
 “I’ve actually been practicing.” He admitted sheepishly as he began to strum the opening chords of ‘twinkle twinkle little star’ I listened and ran a hand over my stomach and enjoyed the moment until I was harshly interrupted. A soft gasp slipped out of my mouth and I met my husband’s gaze, who searched my eyes as he considered if he should keep playing or not.
 “No, keep going, I think he likes it” I said and Luke’s eyes lit up as he switched to a different tune, a riff from one of his own songs that was much louder and fast paced.
 “Maybe a little too much” I spoke as I winced and shifted uncomfortably in the chair. The music came to a stop as Luke asked if I was alright.
 “Yeah, he’s just a music maniac like his dad” Luke gave a proud smirk and placed the guitar away as he kneeled across from me, his hands on top of mine, feeling the kicks.
 “I love you both so much” he said kissing the top of my head. 
“We love you too” I replied, tears pooling in my eyes but I blinked them away, stupid hormones. The sun had finally set outside and a yawn escaped me without my permission. Luke chuckled, ever since I got pregnant I went to bed super early, leaving a very not tired Luke to his own devices. 
“I think I better get you and little roo to bed before you fall asleep in this chair” I gave him a little nod as he helped me up and guided me toward our master bedroom. He took one last glance at the nursery, smiling as he thought of putting his son to bed in that very room.

Luke Hemmings Imagine “Nursery”

(Not AU but in the future.. if that makes sense. I did not plan on writing this but then it just like wrote itself I don’t even know…) 

“I’m so glad it’s done.” I sighed happily as I sat crossed-legged on the incredibly soft carpet of the spacious nursery. I watched my husband Luke turn toward me and smile as he joined me on the floor.

“Me too” he replied, looking the room over as well. “How are you and little roo?” He added, using the nickname that my parents had given the baby because Luke’s Australian, which I think Luke enjoyed more than me. My baby is not a kangaroo I remember telling them.

“We’re good, and I just can’t believe the nursery is all done, this is great, one less thing to worry about before roo- I mean- the baby comes.” I said proudly admiring my future son’s room, which was mostly of Luke’s doing, for he insisted I would be better suited to just direct him from my spot in the cushioned rocking chair.

“Darling, you have nothing to worry about, everything is going great.” he responded giving me a sincere look in his blue eyes.

“I’m married to you, of course I’m going to worry” I laughed, and he did too, looking down at his hands.

“Oh luke..” I trailed off, feeling a little nostalgic of our almost 3 years of marriage, now that everything is going to change.

“Oh!” I gasped, remembering an oh-so-important finishing touch I had almost forgotten.

“What? Everything okay?” Luke quickly countered going from content to concerned in seconds, he’s going to be a great dad. I sat up quickly, with some difficulty, and briskly left the room.

“Y/N!” Luke called, not enjoying his state of confusion.

“Just wait there, I’ll be right back!” I spoke loudly, hoping he heard me.

“Do you need help?” He asked

“Nope!” I walked down the both sets of stairs to Luke’s music room in the basement and grabbed one his acoustic guitars and it’s stand and carried it carefully back, as I walked in, his attention immediately turned to me and he smiled happily as I found the perfect place for it next to the rocking chair in the corner by a big window, letting the last few minutes of light of the day pour into the room.

“I think this could be quite useful in a few months.” I smirked as I sat down into the chair, admittedly tired from the trip.

“Hey you’re not the only one who had that idea” He replied as he leaned over to pick it up and slide the strap over his shoulder. He sat down on the floor opposite the chair and looked up at me,

“I’ve actually been practicing.” He admitted sheepishly as he began to strum the opening chords of ‘twinkle twinkle little star’ I listened and ran a hand over my stomach and enjoyed the moment until I was harshly interrupted. A soft gasp slipped out of my mouth and I met my husband’s gaze, who searched my eyes as he considered if he should keep playing or not.

“No, keep going, I think he likes it” I said and Luke’s eyes lit up as he switched to a different tune, a riff from one of his own songs that was much louder and fast paced.

“Maybe a little too much” I spoke as I winced and shifted uncomfortably in the chair. The music came to a stop as Luke asked if I was alright.

“Yeah, he’s just a music maniac like his dad” Luke gave a proud smirk and placed the guitar away as he kneeled across from me, his hands on top of mine, feeling the kicks.

“I love you both so much” he said kissing the top of my head.

“We love you too” I replied, tears pooling in my eyes but I blinked them away, stupid hormones. The sun had finally set outside and a yawn escaped me without my permission. Luke chuckled, ever since I got pregnant I went to bed super early, leaving a very not tired Luke to his own devices.

“I think I better get you and little roo to bed before you fall asleep in this chair” I gave him a little nod as he helped me up and guided me toward our master bedroom. He took one last glance at the nursery, smiling as he thought of putting his son to bed in that very room.

Hello! I just wanted to check in and say the next imagine should be up sometime tomorrow or early the next day, thanks for being patient! I still have friends over so I haven’t had any tumblr time :( 

Hello! I just wanted to stop by and say thank you, I’ve only had this account set up for 2 days and I already have so much support from you all! This is actually my side blog, but still feel free to come chat with me any time :) 

(Speaking of which, would you like Cal’s part 2 or Michael’s imagine up next? Let me know!) 

Ashton Rescue Diver/ Swimmer AU Imagine: 
Read Luke’s Fighter Pilot imagine HERE
Read part 1 of Calum’s Submarine Imagine HERE
(His POV) 
Sighing, I watched as the TV station was switched from the soccer game to the weather channel, showing a special report of Hurricane Gordon closing in on the coast, which just so happened to be the coast I live on. 
“How much are you wanna bet we’re gonna end up right in the middle of that thing?” Alex Gaskarth said, chuckling as the room filled with laughter of the 5 guys on various chairs and couches. 
“Oh I guarantee it.” Another said “Civilians can’t pass up this great opportunity to put their lives in danger” he laughed 
“Hurricane season always reminds me what we actually are- glorified lifeguards.” Alex laughs and the room erupts again. 
“It says it could be a CAT 3 by the time it hits.” someone said, effectively shutting us up as we continued to tune in. I looked around the room, our Saturday soccer game meetups getting smaller and smaller as guys got married and settled down. I wouldn’t admit it, but I want nothing more than to be one of them. Except I’m not even dating anyone, I blame it on my job, but in all reality, I’m just getting sick of going on dates and having people constantly try to “set me up” with various girls. But as my mom and sister always remind me, perfect girls won’t just fall into my life “You have to find them” I can hear them saying it in my head. We continued to hang out until the game ended, each going home to different places but being woken up by the same alarm. 
The blaring noise on my work phone brought me back to consciousness, but I’m surprised I managed to sleep through the storm. I looked it over, an emergency situation was developing and all available rescue swimmers were being called in. I jumped up, giving myself a generous 2 minutes to get myself together, grabbing my emergency bag and heading out the door. I grimaced when I realized I was going to have to drive to the base. I’ve been trained to swim in 12 feet waves but no amount of practice makes it safe to drive in this. When I make it there ok, I rush in and meet up with fellow swimmers as we wait to be briefed. 
“Alright, we got an emergency call here from a civilian passenger ship in distress about 9 miles offshore. They have around 20 people on board so its gonna be all hands on deck. From the weather report I’ve just received the hurricane hasn’t even hit full force yet so we’re going to do a complete extraction I want every civilian off that boat and on a helicopter in the next hour.” He ordered, reading off reports in front of him. “Any questions?” He finished. The room was silent. 
“Ok, let’s gear up gentlemen.” He nodded and led us out. 

[[MORE]]
The gear room was bustling with activity. We were planning on being able to use a ladder and extract the civilians from the ship’s deck but if the situation escalates and the boat goes down we need to be ready to go into the water. I got my stuff from my locker and suited up, heading off to my designated helicopter with my team. I felt the all too familiar rush in my bones as I felt it lift from the ground and head towards the chaos of the storm. 
“Expect arrival in 3 minutes” the helicopter pilot yelled back to us as we prepared the ladder. 
“Have we gotten an update on the boat’s condition?” Alex asked 
“Not that I know of” I responded, silently hoping it was still intact. As I looked down I could tell the water was rough, whitecaps attacking the distant shoreline. However it didn’t scare me, it just made my adrenaline surge. Soon enough we were there, and I could see the medium sized ship being rocked by the storm. 
“Ok, Ashton and I are going to lower the ladder and help people climb in at the top” Jack started  “Mark” he called to the third member of our team “I want you down there helping to direct them” Mark nodded, and I reached for his scuba gear.
“Take this” I told him “We can’t be taking any risks out there” He nodded. 
“Are we doing Women and children first?” He asked, he was still pretty new to the job. 
“We can’t, thats not protocol” Alex answered, his eyebrows furrowed. “Try to do children and any elderly, and of course anyone injured. But I mean its gonna be crazy so just try to keep it somewhat organized. Alright we gotta go!” 
 I took a deep breathe before yanking the helicopter door open, the wind taking us all by surprise but we steadied ourselves quickly. Seconds later Mark was climbing down the somewhat flimsy ladder as Alex and I watched the people below flailing their arms in the air towards us. The other helicopter teams began to hover over the ship as well, and soon enough we had a steady stream of people climbing up the rope. A pair of teenage boys, a middle aged women, and an elderly couple nervously climbed up and we pulled them in when they reached the top, guiding them towards the back of the helicopter. But things we not looking good, with about 5 people still on board, not counting our own guys, the boat began to tip. 
“Ash it’s going down!” Alex yelled and our eyes met, silently communicating what we have to do. I immediately began throwing my scuba gear on and he did too. We’re going to have to jump out of the helicopter. 
“Get us as low as possible without endangering the helicopter!” I called out to the pilot who gave me nod in response. The people inside with us began crying out when they felt the helicopter move lower. “Hey, it’s ok! You’re all going to be fine, we’re going to get you out of here as soon as possible.” I said calmly, trying to make eye contact with all of them, something I had learned in training. 
“Ash, let’s do this” Alex called 
“Rock paper scissors to see who goes first?” I asked lightly, he laughed. 
“Nah, I got it” He smirked and leaned out before letting himself fall. I whipped my head out to watch, his form perfect. 
Once he got a safe distance from the drop zone, I got myself ready and leaned out, knowing the longer I wait the worse the feeling in my stomach would get, I flung myself out. The rush of air was oddly soothing but it was over quickly when I impacted the cold water, feeling it spray up in all directions as its surface tension broke. The human bodys first instinct is to move up, but I have on oxygen mask on so I stay down, knowing I’ll have better visibility underneath. The boat was simultaneously tipping and sinking, the passengers on board scrambling to stay on, unaware they are better off letting go and jumping in. I came over the surface to see what’s going on the deck, and was thankful when I saw Mark encouraging the people to go ahead and get in the water where we can help them. The first to go was a man in his early thirties, who bravely jumped off the ledge, he was closer to Alex so I let him take that one. Then when I looked up again, I saw the terrified yet beautiful face of a young girl. Mark had his arms resting on hers, probably trying to coax her in but she shook her head fiercely. I watched as he pointed towards me, showing her someone was out here to help. I lifted my hand out to wave, and her bright eyes shone through the stormy skies. She looked up at him one more time before he walked her toward the edge, her shaky arms going to support herself on the side barrier before she swung her legs over, closed her eyes, and fell. I had never felt this way on a mission, but I swear my heart stopped until I saw her resurface. Wasting no time, I dove back under and swam hard in her direction. I knew I had reached her because she immediately grabbed onto me. Unable to take off my mask to reassure her, I tried to somehow soften my eyes.
     She coughed loudly, her face already beginning to show a purplish hue from the cold. I turned us around and saw the ladder swinging around 25 meters away. I yanked her in the right direction, we have to hurry, she won’t able to swim very long in such cold water. She started off strong, but I could tell she was starting to fade and I wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her, hoping she could save her energy for the rope climb. I tried my best to minimize the splashing, not wanting to force any more water down her throat. When we got to ladder, I disregarded the rules and ripped off my oxygen mask. “You’re going to have to climb up, can you do that?” I asked, my concern showing in my voice.
She shook her head and reached her arms up to grab it. I placed my hands on her waist and pushed her out of the water, pressing a hand to her back to steady her until she was too far up. I treaded water and watched as she made her up, and felt instant relief when I saw Alex’s arms pull her in. Then I grabbed the rope and climbed up briskly, not wanting to force the helicopter to stay much longer, when I was up, her face was the first I looked for. 
“Dude, you alright?” Alex asked and Mark looked on, probably concerned by my own anxious face; but for some reason I didn’t answer him, just gave him a dismissive nod and moved towards the girl I had rescued moments ago. I pulled a blanket from a side compartment and wrapped it around her, my hands moving up and down her arms to help circulation. 
“Are you alright? Can you tell me your name?” I asked, simultaneously checking for a head injury and fulfilling my own curious intentions. 
“I-I’m okay. My name is Y/N.” She answered, her voice was light and airy. I tore my eyes away to check that we were moving back towards the shore and over the other people in the helicopter. I continued to try to warm her up as made it back on base, landing roughly due to the wind. Alex got the door open and as expected the victims rushed out, practically toppling over each other as we tried to maintain control. Y/N however waited patiently, and as I helped everyone out and towards the medical center inside, I waited for her. But she never came out. 
“Y/N?” I called, and I saw her cuddled up in the corner
“Hey, hey” I said softly “You’re ok now, its all over” She looked at me, her eyes wide and they searched mine. Then in one sudden movement she threw herself into me, my arms automatically wrapping around her. 
“Thank you” She breathed. 
“You’re welcome” I chuckled, neither of us letting go. 
I ended up staying with her the rest of the day, and eventually the rest of my life. I guess I proved my family wrong, perfect girls really can just fall into your life.  

Ashton Rescue Diver/ Swimmer AU Imagine: 

Read Luke’s Fighter Pilot imagine HERE

Read part 1 of Calum’s Submarine Imagine HERE

(His POV) 

Sighing, I watched as the TV station was switched from the soccer game to the weather channel, showing a special report of Hurricane Gordon closing in on the coast, which just so happened to be the coast I live on.

“How much are you wanna bet we’re gonna end up right in the middle of that thing?” Alex Gaskarth said, chuckling as the room filled with laughter of the 5 guys on various chairs and couches.

“Oh I guarantee it.” Another said “Civilians can’t pass up this great opportunity to put their lives in danger” he laughed

“Hurricane season always reminds me what we actually are- glorified lifeguards.” Alex laughs and the room erupts again.

“It says it could be a CAT 3 by the time it hits.” someone said, effectively shutting us up as we continued to tune in. I looked around the room, our Saturday soccer game meetups getting smaller and smaller as guys got married and settled down. I wouldn’t admit it, but I want nothing more than to be one of them. Except I’m not even dating anyone, I blame it on my job, but in all reality, I’m just getting sick of going on dates and having people constantly try to “set me up” with various girls. But as my mom and sister always remind me, perfect girls won’t just fall into my life “You have to find them” I can hear them saying it in my head. We continued to hang out until the game ended, each going home to different places but being woken up by the same alarm.

The blaring noise on my work phone brought me back to consciousness, but I’m surprised I managed to sleep through the storm. I looked it over, an emergency situation was developing and all available rescue swimmers were being called in. I jumped up, giving myself a generous 2 minutes to get myself together, grabbing my emergency bag and heading out the door. I grimaced when I realized I was going to have to drive to the base. I’ve been trained to swim in 12 feet waves but no amount of practice makes it safe to drive in this. When I make it there ok, I rush in and meet up with fellow swimmers as we wait to be briefed.

“Alright, we got an emergency call here from a civilian passenger ship in distress about 9 miles offshore. They have around 20 people on board so its gonna be all hands on deck. From the weather report I’ve just received the hurricane hasn’t even hit full force yet so we’re going to do a complete extraction I want every civilian off that boat and on a helicopter in the next hour.” He ordered, reading off reports in front of him. “Any questions?” He finished. The room was silent.

“Ok, let’s gear up gentlemen.” He nodded and led us out.