Michael’s Army AU Imagine: (Part 1) 
(His POV)
(Warning:  Middle Eastern/ ISIS influences)
 Sand. Dirt. Desert. That’s been my view for the past 4 months. Don’t get me wrong, I knew what I signed up for by joining the army but you can never grasp what feels like to be out here, in the hostile regions of the middle east, until you’ve been here to experience it. Though I can’t complain too much, sitting here on a park style bench out in the sun eating lunch with my fellow soldiers in my battalion. 

“I don’t know man, it still feels weird.” I hear one soldier, Private Vic Fuentes say. 

“I don’t think she can handle it, she’ll be begging to be sent home in a few weeks, just watch.” Another says. 

I scoff, shaking my head, that’s some way to welcome a new battalion member. No one has been able to shut up ever since we got news that to replace another team member who had family business to attend to we would be getting a female soldier. I don’t know how I feel about it either, but until I meet her I’m keeping my mouth shut. 

I hear the faint noise of a truck approaching the base, it’s relatively small, an outpost you could say in Iraq to monitor ISIS developments. We’re near a small Iraqi town and our purpose is to prevent ISIS from spreading. It’s probably the car escorting her here. I hear some guys around me shuffle their things and head toward the main building where our operations are planned. I finished my lunch as well and decide to tag along. 

We pile into the main briefing room and watch as Colonel Hoppus leads in a considerably smaller girl behind him. I’m sure I’m not the only one in the room to be taking her in. She’s small, but it all reality she’s probably slightly above average height for a girl, it’s hard to tell when she’s surrounded by big soldiers. She looks in shape, not surprisingly, but not as built as I was expecting. I’m sure she felt a little uncomfortable with all eyes on her, but I couldn’t stop staring even if I tried. I didn’t picture her to be so young, and girly. Her hair was braided in a careful manner and she had a naturally beautiful face, especially her eyes. 

“Gentlemen, this is lance corporal Y/N, Y/L/N. I know she’s the first female in our battalion, but you will treat her just as you would any other soldier. There will be no special treatment nor will there be harassment. If I hear of either there will be considerable consequences, this is not complicated material but I can go into detail if necessary, understood?” Colonel Hoppus stated firmly. 

“Yes Sir” echoed throughout the room, my voice sent out as well. 

“Dismissed… get out of here… do something productive” He mumbled sarcastically as we slowly meandered out of the room. 

“Clifford, hang back a minute.” I hear him say and turn to face him and the girl. 

“Y/N, this is Sergeant Michael Clifford, He’s one of the higher ranked battalion members and surprisingly one of the most mature, considering he was an absolute goofball when I first met him at boot camp, but regardless, I want you to follow his lead during your first patrol in the morning.” He spoke assertively.

 I smirked as he mentioned boot camp, good times. She nodded, looked over at me and gave a small smile. 

“Yes sir” She spoke, her voice was soft and light. It was beautiful compared to the rowdy, gruff voices of the other soldiers. I immediately wanted to hear her talk again. 

“You’re both dismissed, report back at 0600 for patrol.” He commanded, before leaving us in the building together.[[MORE]] 

“Do you know where your quarters are?” I ask, wondering where they are going to put her to sleep. Will she be in the same building as us guys?  

“Oh, I’m quarters 3A.” She stated, and my heart skipped a beat because that’s mine. 

“Well you’re in luck, that’s mine too so I’ll show you to it.” I offered. I noticed her duffle bag at her feet and felt a strange urge to carry it for her but I quickly shrugged it off, remembering what the Colonel had said about special treatment. 

“Thank you” She replied, picking up her bag and following me out the door. 

We walked in silence for a moment, I was a few steps ahead until I realized my legs were longer and I took longer strides so I slowed down a bit so we could be even. 

Is this what it’s going to be like on patrol? I can’t imagine having to slow down on patrol for a girl. Maybe she’ll walk faster. Please walk faster. 

I’m a little nervous she read my mind because she picked up speed a bit. Her head moving around as she took in the scene around her. I wonder how she feels about all of the dirt. 

“Where where you stationed previously?” I ask, curious of how she ended up here. 

“Sydney, at Victoria Barracks, I was going intelligence work. Well I actually still am, but since the ISIS development they wanted a closer view. I’m not here for combat, I’m an intelligence officer.” She explained. I didn’t know what to say after. 

“Oh, um, good, I mean-that’s good for the ADF.” (Australian defense Forces) I stammered. 

I found it curious they would replace a combat soldier with an intel officer, but I’m not really one to make that call anyway. 

“Well, here we are” I said, extending my arm to show off the makeshift sandy colored rectangular building in front of us. 

“I’m a little nervous.” She admitted sheepishly. I laughed, partially because I was just relieved that she’s just as nervous as the guys are. 

“It’ll be fine, it just takes some getting used to.” I reassured. Our eyes connected for a moment and I realized the no special treatment rule would be harder than I thought.

Michael’s Army AU Imagine: (Part 1)

(His POV)

(Warning:  Middle Eastern/ ISIS influences)

Sand. Dirt. Desert. That’s been my view for the past 4 months. Don’t get me wrong, I knew what I signed up for by joining the army but you can never grasp what feels like to be out here, in the hostile regions of the middle east, until you’ve been here to experience it. Though I can’t complain too much, sitting here on a park style bench out in the sun eating lunch with my fellow soldiers in my battalion.

“I don’t know man, it still feels weird.” I hear one soldier, Private Vic Fuentes say.

“I don’t think she can handle it, she’ll be begging to be sent home in a few weeks, just watch.” Another says.

I scoff, shaking my head, that’s some way to welcome a new battalion member. No one has been able to shut up ever since we got news that to replace another team member who had family business to attend to we would be getting a female soldier. I don’t know how I feel about it either, but until I meet her I’m keeping my mouth shut.

I hear the faint noise of a truck approaching the base, it’s relatively small, an outpost you could say in Iraq to monitor ISIS developments. We’re near a small Iraqi town and our purpose is to prevent ISIS from spreading. It’s probably the car escorting her here. I hear some guys around me shuffle their things and head toward the main building where our operations are planned. I finished my lunch as well and decide to tag along.

We pile into the main briefing room and watch as Colonel Hoppus leads in a considerably smaller girl behind him. I’m sure I’m not the only one in the room to be taking her in. She’s small, but it all reality she’s probably slightly above average height for a girl, it’s hard to tell when she’s surrounded by big soldiers. She looks in shape, not surprisingly, but not as built as I was expecting. I’m sure she felt a little uncomfortable with all eyes on her, but I couldn’t stop staring even if I tried. I didn’t picture her to be so young, and girly. Her hair was braided in a careful manner and she had a naturally beautiful face, especially her eyes.

“Gentlemen, this is lance corporal Y/N, Y/L/N. I know she’s the first female in our battalion, but you will treat her just as you would any other soldier. There will be no special treatment nor will there be harassment. If I hear of either there will be considerable consequences, this is not complicated material but I can go into detail if necessary, understood?” Colonel Hoppus stated firmly.

“Yes Sir” echoed throughout the room, my voice sent out as well.

“Dismissed… get out of here… do something productive” He mumbled sarcastically as we slowly meandered out of the room.

“Clifford, hang back a minute.” I hear him say and turn to face him and the girl.

“Y/N, this is Sergeant Michael Clifford, He’s one of the higher ranked battalion members and surprisingly one of the most mature, considering he was an absolute goofball when I first met him at boot camp, but regardless, I want you to follow his lead during your first patrol in the morning.” He spoke assertively.

I smirked as he mentioned boot camp, good times. She nodded, looked over at me and gave a small smile.

“Yes sir” She spoke, her voice was soft and light. It was beautiful compared to the rowdy, gruff voices of the other soldiers. I immediately wanted to hear her talk again. 

“You’re both dismissed, report back at 0600 for patrol.” He commanded, before leaving us in the building together.

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!)