You're it for me

Request: you and Michael have been dating a bit and he wants to meet your parents but you’re scared bc they’re strict when it comes to tattoos and stuff so you always avoid the subject until you guys get into a little argument bc he thinks you aren’t happy/confident in dating him

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“Where did you get this?” Michael asks, scrounging his nose up at the sweater you’re wearing.

“Don’t diss it,” you pout, hugging yourself, “my mom knit it for me and it’s really comfy and warm okay?”

He nods, a ghost of a smile passing on his lips before he puts his arms around your waist and hugs you from behind.

“She sounds awesome,” he says before pressing a kiss to your neck, and you cringe because under his light tone is a more serious one.

Michael and you have been dating for about six months now, and he still hasn’t met your parents. You met his even though they live on the other side of the planet and you know how much family means to him. He keeps asking and making references and you keep making up excuses, but you know one day he’ll explode.

But the thing is, you’re afraid of making him meet your parents. Of course you love him to bits and would like nothing more than for him to become part of your family the way you have with his, as Karen seems to have adopted you, but it’s not that simple. Michael has piercings and tattoos and dyed hair and dropped out of school to tour the world with his guitar…he’s just a far cry from the good guy with a stable job and a higher education that your strict parents have always dreamed you’d end up with.

You’re scared of their reaction because you’ve learned to ignore their ranting whenever you do something that they deem to be “irrational” or “ridiculous”, but you don’t think you could deal with them criticizing the most important thing in your life right now, that is your relationship with Michael.

“She’s cool,” you answer neutrally after too long a pause.

He is silent for a bit before retracting his arms from around you. Instantly you miss his warmth, especially when he turns to face you and there’s a frown on his face that tells you he’s not letting go this time.

“When am I going to meet them, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Mike, they’re out of the country right now.”

“That didn’t stop you when we visited my family in Oz,” he retorts immediately, and your heart sinks as you feel an argument coming in.

“I just, I don’t know, it seems like such a milestone,” you say softly, trying to rescue the situation from an impending disaster. “I’m just nervous.”

“You weren’t that nervous when we met my parents Y/N,” he says immediately, the words angry. “I don’t understand what the difference is.”

“It’s just not the same, it feels more real somehow. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

His eyes widen in hurt before narrowing again.

“So my parents are less important than yours? And what do you mean you’re not ready? I thought…I thought we were in it for good?”

You see the insecurity in his eyes and the slightest bit of fright in his voice and your heart breaks. The truth tumbles out of your mouth before you can word it correctly.

“It’s just that you have piercings and tattoos and you’re not the Ivy League person that they want for me.”

He is completely still as he stares at you for a few seconds, and then he swallows hard and you know, you just know you fucked up big time.

“Is that…is that what you think too?” Michael asks, clearing his throat to ward off he vulnerability in his voice and continuing in a hard, cold tone. “I’m not good enough for you, is that it? Are you embarrassed of me, is that why you don’t want to introduce me to your parents? Because I’m just a fling who’s good enough for some time so you can feel like you’re living on the edge, but not good enough to actually be committed with?”

“Michael what are you even saying? I met your parents of course you’re not just a fling to me!”

“Well apparently it wasn’t that important to you! Fuck I can’t believe I let this get this far!” He yells.

“Mike that’s not what I meant and you know it! God, come on, you know I’m in love with you!”

By now it’s a full-on screaming match and there are tears welling up in your eyes because you’ve always hated confrontation and you can’t deal with this.

“I don’t know jackshit except that you’ve been stringing me along and getting all the advantages of being in a relationship with a famous person without ever investing yourself!”

It’s a low blow and it hits you square in the face. You know that’s just how Michael is when he’s hurt; he’s always had trouble dealing with his feelings which often leads him to be in a bad mood, but it’s never been as bad as now as he’s throwing your love back to your face and your heart is beating so painfully in your chest.

“Mikey…” You say softly, trying to make him realize that you’re not okay with what he’s saying, but he continues as if he hasn’t heard you.

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so imagine that you come home from a long day at work around 5pm and you just want to go to bed and sleep for the rest of the night. you end up falling asleep right away because you’re so exhausted. a couple hours later though you’re woken up from your deep sleep to see Michael crawling into bed. he says “oh, im sorry princess” before kissing your forehead and bringing you into his arms. you would try to ask him about his day but he would shush you because he knows you’re tired and just wants you to relax and sleep. you end up quickly falling asleep because you’re comforted by Michael’s grasp and he just stays awake for a couple hours admiring you and thinking about how lucky he is to have a wiFE like you and massages your back and nuzzles his face into your neck and he would just be an adorable husband




He wasnt obvious, he hid somewhere in the crowd or in a corner watching you walk down the city sidewalk with your friends or alone when on your lunch break. You noticed him from a distance sometimes, at first it was a coincidence running into the same colored hair boy. His bright emerald eyes meant with yours when you walked by, smirking. Sometimes winking at you. He was intimidating, you would just walk a little faster whenever you saw him.  

You became paranoid, feeling as if someone had their eyes on you at all times. Sometimes you would wake up thinking that someone was in your apartment or that someone was following there with you but from a distance, watching. But you chose to ignore it, thinking it was all in your head. 

Work was non stop, often staying late in the office with your co workers, you were exhausted, staying here late in the office sketching dresses for runway models on your blue sketch book. Color pencils were scattered over the white desk as you tried out different colors, blending them together to make something gorgeous.

Your shift ended two hours ago but you stayed in to finish the last part of the dress before you wanted to leave for the night. Sewing in the last button to the dress before gathering your unfinished drawings and shoving them in a folder and locking the glass doors of the apparel office.

You leaned against the rail of the elevator watching the number of the floor level to hit ‘one.’ with the door sliding open. You went to say goodbye to your friend who was working in the photo shoot room before you walked alone in the city that never sleeps. 

The colored hair guy leaned against the brick wall of a restaurant building in front of where you parked your car. It seemed as if he was waiting.Your breathe hitched seeing him stand there, it was terrifying knowing he was just there staring. You tried your best to avoid his gaze while you unlocking the car door, but he called you name making you jolt, having no idea who he was or how he knew your name. “Do I know you?”

“You should.” he said coming closer. You backed away hitting the car door, his hands were in his pockets of his black skinny jeans looking down at you.  Michael could tell you were scared, the way you were looking at him and how heavily you were breathing.

“I-I dont?” you stuttered. 

Michael nodded. “It was nice to finally meet you y/n.” was all he said before he walked off waving goodbye, completely confused to what he meant by that. 

You turned on the hallway light to the apartment, setting your bag on the floor. A small white box laying on the coffee table with a note attached it. You lived alone, it didnt make sense to how someone could drop this off here. 

Y/n, a gift for you.  

You hesitantly lifted the flaps of the box seeing a beautiful necklace with a charm with the first letter of your name. It freaked you out knowing someone probably came in to put this here. You immediately tossed the necklace in the box throwing it away in the trash.  

A/N: I didnt like the way I wrote the first time so im changing it completely. xxx

request for part two 


Another 5sos lyric imagine, this one is quite literal? Read more to find out what happens.


Calum x Reader

Requested; yes

“Well, my plane is boarding…” Her voice cracked as her glossy eyes met mine, and I had to to everything in my power not to break down myself.

“When’s the next time I’ll see you?” I managed to croak out, and held both of her hands in mine.

“I don’t know Cal. I’m going to be away at college and you’re touring with your band. It’s going to be really difficult for us to see each other as much as we want to.”

I squeezed her hands and shoved my forehead against hers closing my eyes, stopping any water from coming through.

“You know I love you…” I heard her sniffle and she nodded against my forehead.

“It just can’t happen right now, and you know that.” I let out a huge breathe, realizing she was right, but I knew even with my time away, I wouldn’t stop loving her.

“But hold onto that Calum ok…I’ll be back I promise.” She held my cheek in her hand and looked me directly in my eyes, making a promise I had believed at the time, but within our distance, it never was held true. I brought her into my arms one last time before her final call to board her plane. Her head fit underneath my chin, and I wrapped my secure arms around her, trying to leave a mark on her so she’ll remember what that felt like. It reminded me of last night, when we fell asleep next to each other after a long day of helping her pack. We had passed out without even realizing it, and soon in the morning it was time for her to go. She looked me in my eyes one last time before kissing my cheek softly, leaving her lipstick stain and walked away with two suitcases behind her. She was one the road to better education, while I was in the opposite direction.

A year later…

She wasn’t even a person I knew anymore, but a stranger that was sitting across from me. I wanted to forget her name, but it was engraved on my heart. I wanted to forget the way it felt to know what her kiss felt like, but it left a permanent stain on me. I wanted to forget the way she smiled at the way I said her name, but now I just want to hear her say mine again. She was back from school on a long break, and now here she was back with our group at a summer pool party we were throwing at our beach house. After she left, I honestly didn’t hear one word from her. I waited for days, weeks, and after 4 months of waiting on her to call me or text me, I had already decided in my head that she met someone while at school. I didn’t want to disturb her studies or anything she was doing because college was a time to have fun and go wild and party and etc. I was also caught up in travel around the world on my tour, playing 4 hour concerts, soundchecks, set up, etc. We drifted, which was something I told her I feared while we’d be away from each other, and it happened. She didn’t keep her promise. She didn’t come back for me.

Instead, she came back for Michael. She was stretched out on her lap holding a beer, laughing so loudly at something Ashton had said, and Michael’s hands firmly on her thighs keeping her in place. It broke my heart to see my best friend and my almost girlfriend together, being the way her and I were suppose to be after her schooling and my touring. After some time, Michael had asked me about her, which didn’t bother me at the time because I had just thought that he missed her because we all did since we were all good friends with her. Everybody had suspected we would get together, but since we didn’t before she left for college, they all assumed we never were going to. So I guess this was Michael’s shot at getting the girl of my dreams.

With everyone jumping in the pool and getting slightly buzzed from the many beers flying around, I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to head inside instead of being constantly reminded that Y/N lied to me, and that she couldn’t be mine. I slid the back door open and sat on the island holding a beer to my lips, staring at anything but the disgusting couple outside. Even the walls seemed more interesting than them.

I heard the sound of the door sliding again, not bothering to look up at whoever came through. Still looking at the ground, I saw a pair of flip flops beneath my eyes. I was met with the once beautiful eyes that held so much truth and love and promise, but now only remind me of sadness, lies and dishonesty.

“Calum…we have to talk about this.”

I shook my head and hopped off the counter heading towards my jacket and keys.

“Don’t want to. You lied to me.” And I walked out the door, heading to my car parked out front. I wanted nothing more than to get as far away as I could, trying to forget the awful feelings I now associate her with.

I was driving down a long road near the beach that was baren. No cars were seen out there, and if there was, then it was one car every 20 minutes. The sound of my music flooded the car at the loudest level, with all of my windows down. Towards a part of the road that was coming uphill, a huge truck was coming my way, but I didn’t think anything of it. I thought it would’ve been another car just to pass by me. But I realized, he wasn’t going straight. The driver started swerving into my lane, and keep in mind this road only had two lanes. I looked closer at his windshield, only to realize his eyes were closed. He fell asleep on the road. There were little walls close to the lanes, so I had almost nowhere to go, I tried honking my horn getting the guy to wake up, but his car kept getting closer to mine, and as I laid my hand on the wheel hearing the ear wrenching honking, his car got closer to mine, hitting and spinning us right against the wall.


“Oh my god we’ll be right there.” Michael spoke into his phone. After hearing Calum say what we all knew was true, I had downed another 3 beers trying to get him out of my head. I knew me being with Michael hurt him, and I know I broke my promise from a year ago, and I had no good reason except excuses. I just wish I had the chance to talk this out to him, and apologize to my best friend, and first real love.

Michael shook me and pulled me up by my arm, while I’m still in a slightly drunken state.

“Calum’s in the hospital Y/N we have to go see him.” Since my mind was clouded by drunk thoughts and hallucinations, I still didn’t fully understand what was happening until I was in the front seat of Michael’s car with Luke and Ashton in the back, freaking out quietly. I kept hitting my head with my hands as tears flowed from my eyes finally realizing something was wrong with Calum. Michael tried to rub my back but I swatted his hand away and huddled in a feedle position until we reached the hospital.

“Calum’s Hood’s room?” Luke said frantically with both of his hands on the front desk. The desk lady quickly looked through her clipboards and papers scattered about her desk looking for this information. I was behind Luke holding onto his shoulder looking at the woman.

“213, he is awake right now but please be careful around him he-“ and Ashton, Luke and I ran off to Calum’s room, leaving Michael behind us to listen to what the woman had to say. Us 3 didn’t care about anything other than getting to Calum’s room as fast as we could. We ran down the hall and shot the door open, me running in first. Calum’s head shot up from his bed and he flinched, dropping the hospital food he was given.

“Oh my god Calum I’m so glad you’re okay!” I tried to grab his hands but he slowly pulled away from me with a confused look on his face. Luke and Ashton both looked at me wondering what was going on. Calum’s face wasn’t a face of anger like it was at the party, but almost as if he doesn’t even know me.

“I’m sorry but…who are you?” His words shot through my heart, and my mouth hung agaped.

“W-What..? Guys, what’s going on? Why is he asking me that?” I shot question after question out of my mouth, shaking Luke next to me and trying to get an answer out of him, but he had nothing.

“It’s because he has amnesia.” And there was Michael, standing against the door frame.

Liar liar - C.H.

Pairing: Calum/Reader 

Word Count: 1600+

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Cheating, language, sexual situations, dub-con elements


You didn’t know when lying became so easy to you, it was almost second nature; the way the words would fall from your lips without hesitation. Maybe it was the way his brown eyes would sparkle in the sun, reminding you of warm melted chocolate, that made lying come so easily. You would do anything to be allowed another chance to dive into the large orbs, and so your brain would concoct elaborate stories that would drift from your mouth whenever “he” questioned you. “He” being your fiancé, Derek, who unfortunately wasn’t the owner of those brown eyes. 

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4 minutes of michael talking in interviews
  • 4 minutes of michael talking in interviews
  • idk i just really like his voice ok

When you pause a video at the right time.

@5sos did you know ,here on tumblr, you can make your post however long you want?

Unlike twitter

@5sos did you know that, here on tumblr, if you post a video it doesnt have to be only 30 seconds long?

Unlike twitter

@5sos did you know that ,here on tumblr, we work hard to write imagines, or draw fan art, or make gifs, or make edits and we waste at least 10 minutes just putting down hashtags to get noticed, when on twitter the fans just simply screenshot put a simple “5sos” in the tweet and they get noticed and credit for something we did? Did you know how upset we were when we won you the best fandom award and you go and thank the twitter fans for it? Do you know how upset we get when most of the twitter fandom are the ones starting rumors and they get the follows and the retweets? When all we get is a simple reblog once in a while? Do you know how we felt when we worked hard to come up with meaningful questions when you only answered 20 and ditched us to go thank twitter for an award we won?

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Michael girls be like...

so when ever Michael changes his hair it pretty much starts out like this 

but very quickly turns to this

and then you reach this phase,

because dammit he’s done it again

and we’re all doing this, 

which ends in

then very quickly turns into this 

and there’s also a lot of

And looking at the picture goes something like this

and whole thing probably looks something like this from the outside

and they probably think we’re all hella crazy, but lets be honest

so basically 



I choked…




He’s so pretty