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Tumblr Buddies (Michael Clifford AU imagine)

Request: Cont. on that last ask: one 5sos member finds you on the 5sos tag on tumblr and message you but as a fake tumblr person and you end up meeting them a few months later thinking you’ve found this cool 5sos fan and BOOM it’s your fave and he’s totally got a crush on you.

(A/N): This idea is literally amazing and I’m really sorry for effing it up, but I tried really hard to make it good!x

'hey guys, pls message me i'm like uber bored.' You typed into the post box before tagging 5sosfam, because, although you weren’t expecting someone to do it, you hoped a fellow fan would stop by your inbox to chat. You mindlessly scrolled through your dashboard, liking and reblogging things you found funny, saw as inspirational, or thought were cool, most of them having to do with 5 Seconds Of Summer. But after a few minutes, you became restless and decided you were bored, so you refreshed your dashboard, the sole reason being you hoped something more exciting would pop up. And it did.

Much to your surprise, you saw that you had a new message. You eagerly clicked on it to head to your inbox, silently cursing how long it was taking to load.
‘Hi :D I’m bored to! Wanna talk?’ You read the message and a small smile crept up onto your face. In the past, you had spoken to people online, but it had never really lasted. Although you knew you shouldn’t get your hopes up—especially since you had only received a single message—you couldn’t help it.
‘Yeah! So I’m guessing you like 5sos then? You got a fave?’ You typed quickly.
Moments later, you got a response: 
‘I guess you could say that haha and not really but if I had to choose i’d say Luke probably. Who’s yours?’
‘Idk I like them all but I’m definitely a Michael girl :P’
‘Hah oh cool he’s alright. So how are you? I’m Todd’

‘I’m (Y/N)! And i’m okay thanks it’s just been a long day. and you?’ 

It was pure small talk, really, but you stayed on with each other for a couple of hours. You learned that he, Todd, was just a year older than you, loved music, had a strange love for things like Pokemon, and would do nearly anything to simply travel the world and appreciate it. As you felt your eyelids grow heavy, you looked at the time: 3:25. And I have to go to school tomorrow… You sighed loudly. 

‘I’m really sorry Todd but I have to go to bed now. I have school tomorrow :/’ You hit the answer button with a heavy heart, wanting to keep chatting with this not-so-stranger.

‘Oh okay! um, have fun I guess…?’ You received only a moment later. You reached forward to close your laptop, but stopped as you saw yet another notification.

‘talk later?’ Showed up at the top of your inbox.
 Smiling, you responded quickly.
‘yesh :)’ 

‘ARE YOU SHITTING ME RN?¿??¿?’ You typed frantically into your phone.

Todd had just revealed that he was going to be in your area in a few days. You had been speaking almost every day for over five months over Tumblr and then eventually Kik. Over that period of time, he had become one of—if not your closest friend. You had told him almost everything, from school and family stress to what you had had for dinner. And he did the same. You had built an unbelievable amount of trust with him in a shorter amount of time than you had known most of your friends at school. On some days, Todd seemed to be your only anchor, one of the only reasons you hadn’t yet completely lost your sanity.

‘No lies, I swear xD’ You received seconds later. ‘I’m going on a trip with some of my friends and were gonna be around (Y/T/N)’
‘no way! I can’t believe that!’
‘Well believe it cuz its happening!’ Your smile grew until your cheeks hurt.
‘How long are you guys staying for?!’
‘Only 2 days :( then we need to keep moving. We’ve got a tight schedule
‘Oh.’ You entered, feeling a little discouraged. ‘would you want to meet up or do you not have the time??’
‘I can make the time :)’ Todd sent. ‘only if you want to though obviously’
‘I’d honestly love to.’ You thought for a moment, trying to come up with the best place you could meet up. Although you had been speaking with this boy for almost half a year, you had never once seen his face or heard his voice. And it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but you still wanted to be smart and careful. 

‘There’s this small café on Main Street downtown. Would there be okay?’ You decided.
‘Um,’ you received in return. ‘Are there a lot of people there?’
Your eyes widened.
‘shit that probably sounded rlly creepy i’m sorry! I just don’t really do well with crowds i guess. They can be scary sometimes :/’
‘It isn’t a big place so not many could fit anyway and there’s usually at least a couple of people in there with the couple that own the place.’ You typed slower than before, furrowing your eyebrows.
‘Oh okay. Sorry I know how weird that sounded but its really kinda hard to explain.’
‘It’s fine, really. Got to go for supper. Talk later?’

‘yeah, sure :)’ 

You sat at a table for two, tapping your fingers against the wooden surface. Last you had heard, you were going to meet Todd at this very shop at eleven o’clock. But at a quarter after, you were still on your own, staring at the empty chair in front of you.
“Hey,” the kind waitress came by once again, to check on you. “Do you want to get a drink or something for while you wait?”
“Um yeah, sure.” You said slowly. “Could I just have a coffee please?”
She flashes you a quick, warm smile. “Sure thing! The usual?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Please.”
“Alright, I’ll be back in a second, (Y/N).” 

As she walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had been stood up by your friend. But maybe he’s just late, you tried to tell yourself. But you weren’t sure how long you should wait for him. 

“Here you are,” the teen came back with a steaming mug.
“Thank you.” You said, offering a small, distracted smile.
“No problem! Just let me know if you want or need anything else.”
You simply nodded. 

With each second that passed, you became more and more unsure of yourself. You alternated almost mechanically between playing with your hands and drinking your coffee, a feeling of disappointment growing inside you. As you decided that your fingers weren’t interesting anymore, you grabbed your cream-coloured mug with both hands. Bringing it to your lips, you were surprised when you received only a drop of liquid. Then, with a heavy heart, you sighed. You stood up, wrapped your scarf around your neck and reached for your jacket, which had been resting on the back of your chair. Just as your fingers brushed the fabric, a hand reached out and snatched your wrist. 

“What are you—” As your eyes trailed up the person’s hand, which had an anchor tattoo near the webbing between the thumb and index finger, and up their arm, your words died in your throat.
“(Y/N)?” His voice sounded just as it did in all those videos and interviews you had seen. He looked the same too, besides his ever-changing hair colour.
You have a small nod, still in shock and in no way sure how to react. “But w-why?” Was all you could muster, thoughts flying through your head at dangerous speeds, although each was its very own bullet train.
“I’m so, so sorry I’m late. I ran into a crowd of fans and I tried to get here as soon as possible, but I guess it wasn’t soon enough.” He looked down at your hand, which still hovered above your coat. Then, he released his grip on your wrist. His green eyes filled with sadness and guilt. “So you’re leaving?” 

Slowly, you placed your hand on the back of the chair. And much to Michael’s surprise, you pulled it out and took a seat.
“No.” You said slowly and quietly.
Relief washed over his face and a smile—the one you had always only ever seen through a screen—replaced his worried look. “Okay, thank you so much. I know this is insane, trust me: I don’t really think I get any of this either. But can I please just explain everything?”
You nodded, eyes wide.
“You know,” the musician chuckled. “I think it’s important you know that I really am Todd.”
You cocked an eyebrow. At this point you weren’t even sure how you felt: confused, lied to, excited, sad.
“Wait, that didn’t really make sense, did it?”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook your head. This is insane, none of this makes sense! “Not at all.” You choked out.
Michael’s smile grew at the sight of yours. “Then let me try again: everything I told you about me is true, asides from my name. I swear. There were some things I left out, but that was only because I didn’t want you to, you know…”
“Freak out? Use you?” You tried.
See me differently.”
Slowly, you nodded once again. 

Silence then reigned over your table until the waitress came back around.
“Hi guys,” she said warmly. “Can I get you anything?”
“Coffee, please? And a muffin?” You requested softly, having a hard time finding your voice.
“Of course, the usual I’m guessing?”
You nodded.
“And for the muffin?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Okay, now for you?” She turned to Michael.
“Uh, just a hot chocolate and whatever muffin she’s getting, please.” He smiled timidly.
With the words: “Sounds good, you guys. I’ll be back in a minute!” She left.

Once again, there was silence between you and the guitarist. By the time your food and drinks had been dropped off at your table, you had still not exchanged a word. Then, as Michael took a sip of his drink, flinching away a bit as it was too hot, you cleared your throat.
“So I’ve been Internet friends with Michael Clifford for the past five months.” You said, nodding slightly, to no one in particular.
“Yeah, um, I guess you have.” The boy facing you laughed.
“I don’t even know what to say…” You sighed.
“Are you mad?” He asked, sounding worried. “I mean, I get it if you are but—” “No. Well, yes.” You said quickly. “I don’t know.”
“Do you think I could explain everything? Like, from the beginning?”
You took a sip of your drink before speaking. “Please do.”

I’m SCREAMINF this boring ass guy wanted to go to prom w my friend and to get out of it she convinced him she has a foot fetish but he’s NOT EVEN DETERRED he just said, and I quote, “Foot girl is still a contender” HOW DESPERATE DO YOU HAVE TO BE….

I know it's been awhile since I reblog some gifs,

And I don’t want to bored you guys out.

The very last time I reblogged a gif was ages ago!! WAY BEFORE MY LAST PSYCH HOSPITALISATION.

I was just scrolling down to look back on my feeds and OH MY GOD, THAT’S AGES AGO. Why didn’t anyone tell me, hmmm…? 😕😏😂

Anyway I’ll just do that right now and leave it at that.
The next time I’ll see you guys? When I’m in the hotel at batam, Indonesia. 💜

Take care everyone, be safe.

Anybody into Metal Music?

Sorry for the recent inactivity guys, how are you?
I’m a bit bored and I was thinking that I don’t know many of you yet, so let me stalk you a little bit, to get to know each other better! As some of you might know, I’m juuust a little obsessed with metal music, especially symphonic! How many of you are into metal music? Raise your hands and send me an ask or reply with one of your fav songs! ;D I’ll reply with one of mine.

He Gets Your Number// Imagine #1

A/N I am so bored you guys should send in request i would lovde you forever!!!


My best friend Y/F/N was leaving California for England and decided to spend her last day in America with a party. A huge one. Currently we were at her house along with hundreds of other people, There was strobe lights, fog, and loud music blaring and there I was alone. I couldn’t find my only friend. “Hey, you look lost!” I heard soeone with an Australian accent yell since the music was too loud. “yea, I’m looking for myfriend, it’s her party actually!” “Oh I see. I don’t think you’re gonna find her here.” He giggled how I imagined a kitten would. His giggle causing me to laugh. “Yea, I don’t think so either.” He giggled kitten-like again and smiled. “Well, maybe we could hang out. I kind of got separated from my other friends too!”  I smiled and nodded at him. “I’d like that.” Me and him kept talking and dancing together for a while. “I’m Michael.” I’m Y/N.” “Nice to meet you Y/N! You’re a good dancer.” Thanks! You are too.” He smiled “Can I get your number?” I chuckled “A little forward there aren’t you?” He laughed. “I thought it would work.” He looked down at his feet. “Who said it didn’t.” He looked back up at me with a grin. “Here I’ll give it to you Where’s your phone?” He handed his phone to me quickly and I put my number in then texted myself. “Just to make sure I didn’t give you a pizza place number!” He laughed. “I wouldn’t mind if it was a pizza place!” We laughed together. We continued to talk all night about random things like what bands we liked and our friends. I told him the reason for the party and why it was being held. By end of the night we made plans for hanging out after Y/F/N left so, I wouldn’t be “lonely”.


No one seemed to be available and I was all alone. Which was perfectly fine. I liked being alone so I decided I would spend my day at the mall. My first stop was the best café ever in Los Angeles! Surprisingly it was almost empty except for the workers and a couple of what I was guessing to be college students working. I walked up meeting the worker that always took my order. “I’m guessing you want the usual?” I smiled and nodded up at her. “Maybe I should change things up. Not today though.” She laughed. “I’ll go put your order in. For now here’s your drink.” I smiled as I took it from her. “Thanks.” Spinning around I walked towards my usual table but, on the way there I hit something hard and fell to the ground my drink falling out of my grasp. “Ow.” I had just walked into tall blonde guy. ‘Sorry, I wasn’t looking.” I blurted out hoping he wouldn’t be extremely pissed. “It’s okay… are you okay?” He said helping me up off the ground. I brushed myself off and nodded. “Yea, I’m fine… Uh thanks!” He nodded his head awkwardly not knowing what to do. “Can I buy you another one of those drink?” I looked up at him and smiled at his politeness. “Yea, sure I guess… I mean you don’t have too!” He shook his head and went over to the counter to order another one. I found some napkins and dried myself off in the spots where my drink managed to get on me. Once he brought my drink over he almost slipped on the puddle. “Oh god! Be careful!” He chuckled nervously as he gave me my drink. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit with you I bought myself a muffin?” I shook my head no and gestured him towards the table,. After the waiter brought my order the guy began talking. He told me his name was Luke and I told him my name was Y/N. “Nice to meet you Y/N.” “Nice to meet you too Luke!” We chuckled out loud at our awkwardness. ‘Why are you so cool yet alone… Wait that sounded cheesy.” “That’s okay.. I kind of liked it was nice!” I said smiling as I told him why I was alone. “Maybe you should… um.. Have my number so you can send me more of them.” He smiled widely. “I’d like that!” he said pulling his phone out of his pocket as I did the same. We handed each other our phones and put in our numbers. For the rest of our time at the café he continued telling cheesy jokes causing me to laugh hysterically. We also made plans to hang out again at the café as long as we didn’t make a mess again.


It was the first nice day in what felt like ages. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining. It was the perfect day for some alone time sadly that was not the case. My parents decide that when I was visiting I should spend the most time with my brother. This meant I had to take him to the park with me. It’s not like I don’t like kids but, my brother was only five years old which meant he required my utmost attention. “Y/B/N! Be careful; on the slide!” The air shifted next to me and I immediately looked over to see a (handsome0 guy sitting next to me. He had the nicest hazel eyes with some crazy light brown locks. He laughed which sounded more like a giggle. “Shouldn’t you be watching your kid?” My eyes widened Australian? He turned towards me raising his eyebrow. “That’s.. That’s my brother… I’m only nineteen dude.” He laughed. “That’s my cousin.” He pointed to a little girl with equally crazy yet beautiful light brown locks. It must run in the family. “Oh, that’s not your kid because, I mean you look really old?” I smirked causing us both to laugh. “Yea I’m sixty years old. I thought I looked pretty good for my age though.” We laughed once again. We began talking and really hitting it off. “By the way my name’s Ashton.” “Y/N/” ”Nice to meet yo-.” He stopped talking when we both heard the shrieks of a little kid. I shot up from my spot on the park bench to see my brother on the ground with Ashton’s little cousin standing above him. I ran over and helped him up. He immediately hugged me only being able to hug my leg. “Shh.. Y/B/N… You’ll be okay sh… sh..” I was rubbing his back when I saw Ashton appear. Y/N I’m sorry she’s usually not like this..” “Ashton it’s okay.. It happens. He’ll be okay.” I felt my brother punch the back of my leg. Keeping the smile on my face. I looked back up at Ashton. He smiled back. “Maybe for legal reasons you should have my number?” I chuckled realizing what he was doing. “Yea, I guess so..” He pulled out his phone and handed it to me so I could put my number in it. I then handed him mine so he could do the same. We smiled at each other before, he bent down. “Hey little dude want to go get some ice cream?” My brother suddenly stopped crying. He shook his head and smiled. “You first got to ask your sister if we all can go get some.” They both including Ashton’s cousin looked at me with puppy eyes. I rolled mine. “I guess I’m going to have to say yes aren’t i?”They all squealed and giggled together. That night after we got ice cream I got a text from Ashton and we immediately made plans to see each other again, this time without the kids.


It was the longest day at practice ever. The coach was in a terrible mood and made us run two extra miles. Once practice was over I decided to cool off and just sit on the bleachers in the public stadium. A boy in soccer gear approached me and smiled. “Hey, I saw you practicing with your team! Your coach seems like a real jerk.” I smiled and nodded in agreement. “Yea, I know. He’s not usually like that though. Sometimes he can be really nice!” The stranger nodded his head as he sat down. “So is your practice over now?’ I questioned trying to make conversation. He shook his head no. “I’m not actually on a team, I used to but, now I come here just to blow off some steam.” We continued talking about soccer and random things. “I’m Calum!” he said after a long conversation about what the cutest dog is. “Y/N” He smiled at me resembling a puppy in some ways. “You seem like a really cool girl.” He blurted out randomly. I tilted my head and chuckled. Thanks. I mean that was random but, you seem like a pretty cool guy too!” He laughed. “I guess I’m pretty random.” He said cocking his head to the side. “Another random thing. Can I have your number?” My eyes widened. “Are you like this with all girls or only ones you find ‘really cool’?” I said laughing at him. He put his head down in shame but, then looked up at me. “No, only ones I really like.” I shook my head and got up from my spot on the bleachers but, before I could get any farther I heard him tell me to wait. I spun around looking at him my eyebrows furrowed. “I’m serious I really like you and I think it would be cool maybe if we got together and practiced sometime. Unless you’re scared I might kick your butt.” I scoffed at him. “Fine here’s my number. Tomorrow meet me here after the lacrosse game!” He smiled at me as he took the number out of my hand. I walked away picking up my gym bag once again. That night I got a text from him telling me he was going to kick my butt. After that we talked more and more about the things we liked until I fell asleep with my phone in my hand.

Guys I'm really fucking bored and my flights been delayed 20 minutes now.

Please entertain me in whatever way you can! I have a magazine but I want to leave that for the plane ride! :(

Let's talk about life as a student in Hogwarts.
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  • 1. What house will you be in?
  • 2. If the sorting hat was on you and it said you'd be great in a house you didn't consider before, will you follow his advice or choose what house you want?
  • 3. What kind of animal would you bring to school?
  • 4. If you were in class, where would you normally sit?
  • 5. What do you think you'll be doing right now?
  • 6. What's the core of your wand?
  • 7. Do you think you'll be part of the quidditch team?
  • 8. Will you be part of any organization???
  • 9. Will you go home during holidays?
  • 10. Do you think you'll have friends from other houses?
  • 11. What will you pack for school?
  • 12. How about when going home for holidays, what will you bring home?
  • 13. Would you consider studying in another wizarding school?
  • 14. Do you think you'll be a prefect or head girl/boy?
  • 15. Are you going to be a pure-blood or half-blood or muggle-born?
  • 16. Will you be related to any wizarding family?
  • 17. Will you be a student who gets into trouble a lot?
  • 18. Do you think you'll get a lot of detention? For what reason/s?
  • 19. On hogsmeade visits, what shops will you go to?
  • 20. Will you be supportive of your house's quidditch team?
  • 21. Will you read Hogwarts:A History?
  • 22. Do you think you'll get a lot of letters from home? How frequent do you think you'll get them?
  • 23. Will you subscribe to the daily prophet or the quibbler or other wizarding world media?
  • 24. Which part of the castle will be your favorite?
  • 25. When sleeping in your dormitory, will your four-poster bed's curtains be drawn or closed?
  • 26. If the team your house played against wins, do you think you'll be bitter towards the other team after the game?
  • 27. Do you think you'll be a fan of wizard music?
  • 28. Will you be curious enough to try and explore the whole castle, even if you know you can get in trouble for visiting some parts of it?
  • 29. How frequent will your visits to the library be?
  • 30. If someone was to form an organization similar to dumbledore's army, will you join?
  • 31. If you were to get detention, what task would you prefer? Would you want to scrub cauldrons or clean trophies or sort through unlabeled books or…?
  • 32. On your o.w.l.s, what subject/s will you get an O in? Which ones do you think you’ll get a T on?
  • 33. How about in your n.e.w.t.s?
  • 34. If you were a pure-blood, would you take interest in reading muggle literature?
  • 35. At what time do you think you'll go to bed on weekdays?
  • 36. Would you prefer firewhiskey over butterbeer?
  • 37. What wizard snack would be your favorite? Or which one would you like to try?
  • 38. Will you collect chocolate frog cards?
  • 39. Will you keep track of which flavor of beans you already tried?
  • 40. What quidditch team (excluding hogwarts houses) will you support?
  • 41. What classes will you take for n.e.w.t.s?
  • 42. What will your boggart be?
  • 43. Will you stay in the hog’s head or the three broomsticks?
  • 44. If you are of age, will you try to enter the triwizard tournament if they ever host one again?
  • 45. What do you think happens during graduation?
  • 46. Will you see the thestrals carrying the carriages?
  • 47. If you were invited to join the slug club, will you accept the invitation?
  • 48. Will you consider becoming a professor in hogwarts after school?
  • 49. What would your patronus be?
  • 50. What memory will you think of when making a patronus?
  • 51. What year are you suppose to be in right now?
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.