5sos imagines

He takes a photo of you / you take a photo of him

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Calum (He takes a photo of you)

I opened my eyes slightly but then shut them as I saw the time. My eyes shot open as I heard a camera snap. I looked over my shoulder and saw Calum smiling down at his phone. 

"You didn't." I mumbled. He looked up and his eyes widened.

"Oh shit!" he laughed as he shot up.

"Give me that phone!" I squealed as I chased him through the apartment.

"No! That photo is going on Instagram, you're adorable when you sleep." He grinned, holding the phone above his head so that I couldn't reach it.

"Calum." I groaned, trying to reach for his phone. 

"I'll delete the photo if you give me a kiss." He smirked. I sighed before leaning up and pressing our lips together.

"Okay, give me the phone now." I sighed.

"I can't believe you fell for that." He laughed, running away again.

"You little shit!" I yelled. I squealed as I knocked us over, causing me to land on top of Calum. I straddled his waist and held his arms above his head. 

"Ah." He smiled.

"Delete the photo, Calum." I chuckled.

"Nah." He grinned. I shook my head before leaning down and biting at his neck.

"Ow, Y/N, Jesus!" He laughed.

"Give me the phone, or you're going to have some serious hickeys to cover up tomorrow." I threatened. He chuckled before giving me the phone.

"Thank you." I sighed as I deleted the photo.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll get another one soon enough." He smiled before walking into the kitchen.

Luke (You take a photo of him)

I opened my eyes and looked around slowly as I yawned. I smiled as I saw Luke still fast asleep, his chest and cheek pressed against the bed. I grabbed my phone and opened up the camera before snapping a photo. I grinned to myself as I put my phone in my pyjama top pocket and stood up.

"Oh, no, you don't." I squealed as I was turned around and pressed against the wall with Luke's hands on either side of my head, trapping me in between his body and the wall.

"Delete it." He spoke.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged. 

"I heard the camera go off, baby girl, don't lie." He chuckled, moving his face closer to mine.

"I'm not lying. I was taking a selfie." I grinned. He raised an eyebrow.

"You never take a selfie until you have a full face of makeup on, stop lying." He smirked.

"I'm not lying." I chuckled. He gave me a questioning look before pecking my lips and moving.

"Okay. If you say so. But if that selfie ends up on social media, you're going to get punished." He smirked, winking at me before leaving the room.

I sat on the sofa, watching TV as Luke walked in.

"Babe?" he asked.

"Hmm?" I mumbled.

"You know that selfie you took earlier?" he asked. I looked at him.

"It didn't end up on social media, if that's what you're wondering." I chuckled.

"No, but it did end up as your new screensaver." He grinned before revealing a pillow from behind his back and swatting me with it. I squealed and collapsed onto the sofa as he hit me with it again.

"Luke, this isn't fair, I don't have a pillow!" I laughed as he straddled me.

"That's why I'm going to tickle you instead." He grinned. My eyes widened.

"No, please." I gulped. He smirked before dropping the pillow and starting to run his fingers up and down my sides.

"No! Luke, stop!" I yelled, trying to get away from his hands but not being able to under his weight. 

"I will, once you promise to never take photos of me sleeping again." He laughed.

"No! You're so cute when you're sleeping!" I giggled, gasping for breath.

"Promise, baby girl, or the tickling doesn't stop." He spoke, dancing his fingers over my stomach. 

"Fine, fine, you win! No more photos of sleeping Luke!" I laughed. He returned it before stopping the tickling, but staying in his position of straddling my waist.

"Luke, move." I chuckled.

"Nah." He grinned before leaning down and kissing me. 

Michael (He takes a photo of you)

I opened my eyes and yawned as I stretched out. I sat up and pulled on my underwear and bra before standing up. I looked at Michael to see him still asleep. I smiled gently before walking through the apartment. I walked into the kitchen and looked through the cupboards.

"Where is the damn cereal?" I muttered to myself. I groaned as I saw it on the top of the cupboard.

"For fucks sake." I mumbled before leaning up and trying to reach it. Suddenly, I heard a camera go off. I looked to the doorway of the kitchen to see Michael standing in his boxers, smirking as he lowered his phone. My eyes widened.

"Michael, delete it." I spoke as I stepped down.

"Um, no, I've just found my new screensaver." He chuckled.

"But it's me in my underwear." I groaned.

"Exactly." He smirked before shooting out of the kitchen.

"Michael Gordon Clifford, get your ass back here!" I yelled as I ran after him.

"No, babe! You look amazing." He smirked.

"I don't. Please." I groaned. He shook his head and bit his lip.

"Fine. You leave me with no choice." I shrugged before grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it.

"Ow." He laughed.

"Delete. It." I spoke, whacking him with the pillow between every word.

"Fine, fine. It's deleted." He chuckled, pressing on his phone.

"Thank you." I sighed before putting the pillow down.