#im5 preferences

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Preference #90: You Wear His Clothes

Will: You lazily grabbed one of Will’s t-shirts from out the drawer and slid it over your head. Forgetting your pajamas was both and accident and a mistake. You had placed out the clothes when you were packing, but somehow forgot to put them in your duffle bag. You weren’t sure what Will would think. You had never worn his clothes before, so this was something new to both of you. “Are you decent?” Will questioned, sending two knocks against the door. “Yeah,” you timidly replied, climbing onto his bed as Will walked in. He smiled when his eyes landed on you. “My clothes fit you well,” he said, reaching out to grab your hand and pull you towards him. “Really? Do you like it?” you questioned, wrapping your arms around his neck. Will nodded and sent a kiss to your cheek. “So the pizza arrived and the movie’s in the DVD player,” he said, “You ready for a movie night?” 

Cole: “You should wear my clothes more often,” Cole smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “You would say that,” you chuckled, flipping the pancake over. Cole kissed alongside your neck, his hands trailing down your waist. “I’m serious. You look so hot right now,” he mumbled, nipping at your sweet spot. You rolled your eyes at his words then weaved out of his arms so you could grab the hash browns from the freezer. Cole’s clothes were big on you. With his long arms the sleeves of his button down reached below to the tips of your fingers. “If I get this much of a rouse outta you then you’re right I should wear your clothes more,” you said, nodding down to the bulge in his pants. Cole shot you a wink, sending a kiss to your cheek before leaving the kitchen. 

Dana: You pranced around the living room in Dana’s clothes, beginning to walk around like him. “Oh check out my new song Patrick Swayze,” you said, trying to mimic his voice. “I’m Dana,” you giggled loudly, busting out a few dance moves. “What are you doing?” Dana asked slowly, making you jump in surprise. You turned around to look at him and your mouth gaped as you were lost for words. Dana was biting back a smile, eyes scanning over what you were wearing. “Are those my clothes?” he questioned, taking a step towards you and tugging at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. “I was uh-”you mumbled, trying to find the right words to say. “Doing a very bad impersonation of me,” he laughed, “Also you did the dance wrong it. It goes like this.” Dana began to show you the dance. The two of you spending the day with Dana teaching you how to dance.

Gabe: Your vision went dark for a few seconds and you and you blinked a few times to adjust to the sun being in your face once again. “What the-” you mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You looked down to see Gabe’s shirt covering your body. “Why am I wearing your shirt?” you chuckled, pushing your arms through the short sleeves. “They’re staring,” Gabe grumbled, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. You looked at him with a confused expression and Gabe gestured with his chin over to a group of guys not too far away from the two of you. You and Gabe were at the beach. With it being one of the hottest days of the summer you needed the cool refreshing water of the ocean. “You get so jealous,” you laughed, earning a tiny glare from him. “Gotta let guys know you’re mine. Besides you look good in my clothes,” Gabe said, shooting his glare towards the guys staring at you. 

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Preference #91: Jealousy

Will: You were sat next to Will with your arms crossed over your chest. He could tell you were extremely heated right now and was trying to hold your tongue. Usually when someone flirted with Will you’d brush it off and just go on about your business, but now it was different. Any other time the other woman would see that he was taken and immediately back off. This woman now didn’t do that. She was persistent and was starting to annoy the hell out of you. Even with Will making it abundantly clear that you and him were together she was still flirting with him. “Can you stop flirting with my boyfriend,” you snapped the minute she basically back her ass up against Will’s crotch. You had yanked her away from him and was practically fuming now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I just dropped my keys,” she innocently said. Your eyes rolled in their sockets and you scoffed. “Don’t act stupid,” you spat, “He’s made it clear that he has no interest in you and you’re still throwing yourself at him. Cut. It. Out.” The last words came out throw gritted teeth and you gave her a death glare which ultimately made her leave.

Cole: “Y/N just leave it,” Cole sighed already knowing you were about to make a scene. It got bad when you were jealous especially when someone was flirting with your man. “No I’m not going to just sit here and watch this chick flirt with you,” you said. You stood up, ready to confront the girl. It was one thing that she was flirting with your boyfriend, but another to basically throw herself at Cole. You had watched from afar as Cole and the girl talked. It was a known fact that your boyfriend was a flirt, he couldn’t help to be charming. Though girls always took Cole’s chariness as something more. It was when she sat down on his lap that you had entered the scene. Not only had you given her a tiny piece of your mind before she left, but the girl had the nerve to slip her phone number to Cole right in front of you. She had crossed a line and you felt the need to put her in her place. Once you had gotten within two feet away from her, Cole was quick to grab your wrist and pull you back towards his body. “Not here and not now?” he fiercely whispered in your ear, not wanting to put up with your attitude. You sat down angrier than before now that Cole tried to stop you from embarrassing him in front of everyone. 

Dana: Dana watched in amusement as you stuck your nose up at the girl that was currently flirting with him. He somehow found it hot over how jealous you got. It was always a turn on for him and though it was wrong of Dana to use the girls that flirted with him to get a rise out of you, he couldn’t help but to be proud. “So you made this?” Dana asked, fiddling with the necklace around the girl’s neck. She nodded in response, grinning from ear to ear at the close contact. “Yeah I made them for fun and soon people started to ask for them,” the girl said. “That’s cute,” you mumbled, snaking your arms around Dana and giving the girl a once over. The girl smiled at your words, but Dana knew you meant it sarcastically. You held tight to Dana’s arm and sucked on your teeth. “I could give you some if you want?” she suggested, moving even closer to Dana. You were quick to yank Dana away, “He’s good,” you said, stepping up to her. You waved her goodbye and pulled Dana in another direction as he smirked in triumph .

Gabe: It was a known fact to everyone that when you got jealous all hell could break loose. You had been trying to work on controlling how jealous you became, but it always seemed to fail. Gabe's hand landed on you knee. The constant bouncing up and down of it was making him paranoid. He knew what this action entailed; that you were trying your hardest not to curse out the waitress. "She's just customer servicing us," Gabe reminded you. He was trying to excuse any hint of her flirting with him. You rolled your eyes at his comment. "I don't see her spending the same amount of attention on anyone else at the table let alone me," you hissed back. Your eyes immediately locked on the waitress as she came back with a drink refill for Gabe and no one else. He was the only one who barely touched his drink. "Give us the check," you demanded, grabbing-nearly snatching- the drink out her hands. The liquid spilled over the side of the cup, making some of it land on your lap which resulted in you dropping your fork loudly. The sound caught everyone's attention and those closest to your table. "Oh here we go," you heard one of your friends sigh, everyone waiting for your blow up.

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Preference #89: Fingers

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

A/N: Because I have to work and want to get something out today this will be a quick smut. 

Will: He wasn’t usually one to just touch you sexually in public, but you had recently requested that Will should try to be less vanilla during sex. You didn’t expect him to do something like this out in public. Hands between your legs and fingers rubbing at your clit. You were amazed that the two of you haven’t been caught yet. Only being in the corner of a clothing store. “What’s gotten into you?” you giggled, eyes quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching. You let out a strangled moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to cover it up. “You wanted me to be more adventurous in our sex life, so that’s what I’m doing,” he said with a grin. You weren’t going to complain only happy that he was going to try this out.

Cole: He had a habit of teasing you. His fingers always inching towards where you needed him most and then quickly pulling away. Cole had picked up the art of riling you up; it was honestly a specialty of his. You felt his fingers slide between your folds, thumb brushing over clit and making a moan leave your lips. “Stop teasing me,” you mumbled out, eyes peeling open and landing on Cole. He was smirking at you and still rubbing at your clit teasingly. “What’s the fun in that,” Cole chuckled, head leaning down to nibble at your sweet spot. Cole knew you secretly liked it, deciding to milk out this teasing until you were begging for him.

Dana: Your mouth clamped shut so that the moan bubbling up your throat wouldn’t release. Dana covered his own mouth to hold in a laugh, his fingers beginning to slide into you even more. You knew it was a bad idea to wear a skirt tonight. All week Dana had been extra touchy with you. You could feel his fingers curl up inside of you, fingertips brushing over your g-spot. It had been a long time since Dana has fingered you. Though the act itself wasn’t at all fulfilling it still left a burning desire ache within you. It made you crave to have him fill you up once again. It didn’t take long for you both to leave the theater and carry on at home.

Gabe: All that could be heard around the rooms was the sounds of you two kissing and gasps of pleasure. There was no doubt Gabe was skilled with his fingers. His long and slender fingers inching their way into you and stretching you open. Soft moans left your lips and your hips bucked up in request for more. You wanted more than his fingers. You wanted to feel Gabe’s tongue and have it deep inside you. The thought made you wetter this only made Gabe moan at the sight. His fingers pulled out of you and he watched a string of your cum follow after. You wanted his tongue and Gabe was going to give you just that.

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Preference #88: Silent Treatment

A/N: No one really reads these but whatever...

Will: You had been giving Will the silent treatment for about an hour now. He had no idea what was wrong. This silence was killing him and Will was starting to become antsy. “Okay what did I do?” he questioned, tugging at your sleeve. You continued to stare at the television, “I forgot something didn’t I?” he mumbled, “Anniversary? Birthday? Y/N come on just tell me what’s wrong I’m not a mind reader.”

Will would be the type to worry he had done something wrong when in reality you just didn’t feel like talking. He’d go through everything that happened from the day before to that exact moment. Will didn’t like when you gave him the silent treatment. It left him uneasy.

Cole: “You know two can play at this game,” Cole quipped, poking at your side. His arms crossed over his chest and a smirk played out on his lips as he watched you. “Seriously, Y/N you’re not going to talk to me at all?” he whined. Cole rolled his eyes at your silence. He wasn’t going to take your silence to heart, knowing you’ll be out of this rut soon.

Cole would be the type to find your silent treatment funny. He loved to see you angry and pout the way you did. Cole soon realized he should never take your silent treatment too personal. You were always stubborn and this was just like any other time you two had tiny arguments. 

Dana: “Ignoring me isn’t going to solve the problem,” he mumbled in monotone. He watched intently as you sulked in the passenger seat of his car. Ever since you left the party you had been giving Dana the silent treatment. You shot him a look then glanced back out towards the window. “It wasn’t that big a deal,” he sighed, knowing you were upset over the fact that he was talking to another girl. He hate when you became jealous.

Just like Will, Dana was the type to want to get to the bottom of your silent treatment. If he knew what the problem was then Dana would be the one to want to talk it out. He found your silent treatment to be childish. Letting it ride out until you were ready to talk to him again. 

Gabe: He was starting to become annoyed. This silent treatment had been going on for two days and Gabe didn’t like it. Instead of trying to find out what he had done wrong Gabe decided to give you the silent treatment back. This usually lasted for another fifteen minutes and eventually you’ll tell Gabe what the problem was. 

Gabe is the type to get annoyed when you would give him the silent treatment. There were times when he could be petty on his own and give the silent treatment back. At some point one of you would be the first to cave and apologize. 

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IM5 Masterlist

Since the boys broke up and it’s been so long that I doubt anyone will actually be looking for this unless they want to relive some nostalgia; I’m moving this list to its own separate page to unclutter my masterlist and make it a bit more coherent. So here is my IM5 masterlist, complete with all imagines/preferences I wrote for them.

How You Meet: *gabe *dana *cole *david *will

First Date

First Kiss

Meeting His Parents

Meeting Your Parents

He Introduces You to the Boys

Snow Day

He’s The Bad Boy/You Sneak Out

Arranged Marriage Pt. 1

The Song That Describes You Two

Make Out Session

He Catches You Doing Something Embarrassing

Your First Red Carpet Event Together

You Like Him, But He Doesn’t Like You Back

First Break Up

Making Up

You’re Flexible

He Likes You, but You’re Related to Another Member

alexa x david scarzone janelle x will jay shay x cole pendery

♥ random writings ♥

Smol Fingers … Obama Fanfiction Hallelujah // Will Jay Wherever You Are // Will Jay

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Preference #75: You’re Leaving Him Part 2

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Part 1

Will: Taking a deep breath, you reached your hand up, knocking on Will’s door. You missed him so much, and leaving him in the first place wasn’t your idea. You could hear shuffling from behind the door, and then the sound of the locks. Will’s eyes grew wide when he saw you, a slight smile on his face. It had been a month since you had left him, and he looked a mess, so did you though. “Come in,” he said, moving back, you walked inside, kicking off your shoes, and following him into the kitchen. “How are you?” you timidly asked, starting to sip on your cup of coffee. The two of you had been sitting in silence for about five minutes now. “Awful,” he muttered, “You?” He watched you intently, and you shook your head at him. “I miss you so much,” you confessed, looking down at the mug. “Then why did you leave!?!” he questioned, staring at you dumbfounded. You were quiet, contemplating on if you should tell him the truth. “Management,” you muttered, “They said you had to stay the sweet heartthrob.” Will couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This whole time management was behind your breakup. He shook his head, “They don’t control my personal life,” he told you, reaching out to grab your hand. “I want to be with you, Y/N. I know you want the same thing,” he said, you nodded at his words. It was unspoken, but the two of you knew right then and there that you were back together.

Cole: An awkward silence filled the air as you and Cole sat in front of each other. He had called you up, wanting to meet somewhere. You were actually surprised, but slightly happy that he called you. Even after you broke it off, you regretted leaving him. Though the distance was the reason for the split, not being able to see him at all was even worse. One of you had to say something. Trying to figure out what to say was the hard part. “Thank you,” Cole said to the waiter, ignoring the food that had just been placed down, and staring at you. “I miss this,” he finally said. You rose an eyebrow in question, “I miss going out on dates with you. I miss the way your hand felt in mine.” You were starting to tear up at his words. “I miss being able to touch you,” Cole said, reaching over to caress your cheek. Your eyes closed in content at this gesture. “I miss that too,” you confessed, eyes opening immediately connecting with his. You held each other’s gaze for a few minutes, then looked away. “I hurt you, and myself by leaving,” you told him, “I loved-I still love you.” Cole smiled, “And you’re still my everything even when we’re apart.” You smiled this time, biting on the inside of your cheek in thought. “Can we give it another go?” he asked, earning a nod from you.

Dana: He had found out where you lived from one of the guys. Ever since then you would end up getting packages of flowers, or gifts. You could tell Dana was really regretting letting you go so easily, but it wasn’t enough. Dana had actually reached his breaking point, it got so bad that he couldn’t even sleep. You were woken up by rocks hitting your window. “What are you doing!?!” you hissed, trying not to wake anyone. “Please talk to me!” he pleaded, you stared down at him then sighed. Once you had buzzed him in, Dana was immediately at your apartment door. “You’re persistent,” you growled, opening the door for him. You became cranky when you didn’t get sleep. “I should have treated you better,” he said, sitting down next to you on the couch. You scoffed a bit, agreeing with his words. “Dana, I’m really tired, and if you’re done, you could leave now,” you said. You stood up, only to be pulled back down. “Wait! Y/N I should have fought for you when you tried to leave, but I’m doing it now,” he commented. You looked at him, really looked at him. “You’ll treat me right?” you asked, earning a nod. “Give me one more chance,” he begged, holding your hand tight. You stared at him, contemplating an answer.

Gabe: You were gone for two weeks. It worried Gabe, mainly because he thought you had decided on leaving him instead of thinking through your decision. He took the liberty of finding you, determined to bring you home. “Come home,” Gabe pleaded, standing opposite of you near the door. You looked away from him, and out the window. “You seriously want me to stay, knowing what I’ve done?” you questioned, looking back at him. He nodded vigorously, “Yes Y/N! I’m not giving up on us, what you did hurt, but I can look past that,” he replied, “Don’t throw what we have away.” He made his way towards you, pulling you closer. “You’re too good for me,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around him, and resting your head on his shoulder. Gabe chuckled, “I love you, and you love me. Together we can overcome anything, even this.” The both of you were quiet for a long time, and he rested his chin  on top of your head, “So what’s it going to be?” he asked, waiting with bated breath. You thought some more, lifting your head to look at him. “I won’t leave you,” you finally said, watching a grin make its way to his lips. You smiled too, standing up on your tippy toes to peck his lips. “Let’s go home,” Gabe said, starting to grab your stuff.

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Losing You

Dana imagine for Anonymous! Super duper late (like, months late), but I hope you like it! :)

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How did we get here? How did we start screaming and throwing things around the room when we had been so loving not even an hour before? The Dana I knew would never shout obscenities at me and I’d certainly never swear back at him, but we weren’t us anymore.

“You’re so frustrating! I can’t listen to you anymore!” Dana yelled. “You’re the reason why I hate relationships!”

“If I’m so awful, why do you stick around?” I demanded angrily. “You can leave any time you want!”

“Don’t pin it on me!” he spat. “You were talking to that guy because you wanted to make me jealous!”

“Contrary to your belief, I don’t talk to my friend just to make you jealous,” I said witheringly. “And I don’t say anything when girls come up to you and kiss you right in front of me.”

“They’re my fans!” he paced past me, hands thrown up in exasperation. “You’re just looking for an excuse for what you did instead of admitting that you’re a slut who only wants attention!”

I recoiled as if he’d just slapped me. “You know how much I hate that word. I get it online every day from people who don’t even know me and now I’m getting it from the one person I thought was on my side.”

Dana didn’t make a peep or move a muscle as I grabbed my purse and left his house. My last view of him was his stony, angry face and a cold glare. It broke my heart to leave, but he had crossed a line. All I knew was he didn’t respect me and I couldn’t stay any longer, 

Six Weeks Later:

“Y/N!” a voice behind me called. 

I turned around and scanned the food court, but didn’t see anyone. It was only when they burst through the crowd of people that I saw Cole and Gabe. They walked over, eyes wide as saucers.

“We didn’t know if it was you,” Gabe pulled me into a hug. “How have you been?”

“Okay,” I said evenly as they sat down across from me. If they were out, Dana couldn’t have been too far behind. 

“Just okay? We haven’t seen you for more than a month,” Cole frowned. “What’s been going on in your life?”

“School,” I replied. “This is the first break from studying that I’ve taken in a while. I needed some clothes.”

“Right,” Gabe nodded. “Ever think about talking to Dana again?”

I froze. “Is he here?”

“No, he’s in his house, almost comatose, trying to figure out how he’s going to get you back when you won’t even talk to him,” he said with a twinge of anger in his voice. “You messed him up, Y/N. He won’t eat or sleep because he’s so broken up about you.”

“He has no right to be like that when he picked a fight and hurt me just as badly,” I picked up my bags. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”

“Wait, we just wanna talk,” Cole cut in. “Trust me, I’ll be the first to say that you have every right to be angry. What he said was uncalled for, but he misses you.”

“Dana should’ve thought of that before he called me a slut,” I replied tensely.

“He wasn’t thinking because you were in a fight,” Gabe explained. “Please, just go see him. He’s been miserable since you left.”

Somehow, they got me to visit Dana within an hour. I knocked on the door as they left after dropping me off. Instead of the Dana I knew, a ghost of him answered the door. He was gaunt and pale with dark circles under his eyes. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, shocked. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for-”

“I know,” I nodded. “You drove my phone plan up the wall.”

“I’m sorry I called you a slut,” he apologized. “And for starting that fight.”

“It takes two to tango,” I sighed as we sat on the couch. “If I hadn’t fought back, it wouldn’t have escalated to that point anyway.”

“I was the one who started the fight, not you,” Dana agonized. “And I get that what I said was unfair, but don’t leave again. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I missed you so much.”

“You missed me more than your guy friend, right?” he asked teasingly. 

My smile dropped. “Really? We just got back together two seconds ago and you’re starting up with that crap again?” 

“I was kidding,” he laughed and pulled me into a kiss. “I had to lighten the mood somehow.”

“You’re awful,” I pushed him playfully, but ended up in an even tighter hug. “I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore.”

“You don’t mean that,” Dana shook his head. “You were just telling me ‘I missed you, I’m sorry...’”

“Why don’t you quit while you’re ahead?” I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Before I decide that I don’t want to hang around an overly confident jokester.” 

“You love me too much to leave,” he kissed me. “And I’m not losing you again.”