5sos fiction :-)

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[squishycalum]

calum

do u agree

[kittenho]

+

[5sos-variables]

I STILL CANT BELIEVE THAT MY FRIEND FUCKING YELLED THAT ABOUT MARRYING HIM IM SCREAMING

[veganbleach-deactivated20240807]

HERES THE PART THAT ACTUALLY MURDERED ME!!!

[queenlukes]

CAN WE PLS APPRECIATE THIS AND NEVER LET THIS DIE 

[5sos-variables]

SOS

does anyone know where I can watch full episodes of season 2 of the flash??? I DONT WANT TO WAIT UNTIL OCTOBER

[hotdamn5sos]

SLFL: Darien Lake - If You Don’t Know - July 06, 2016 [x]

[stereomuke]

I LOVE WHEN HE WEARS HOODIES ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

[glittrjimin]

I LOVE WHEN HE WEAES ANYTHING

[5sos-variables]

I LOVE WHEN HE DOESN'T WEAR ANYTHING

[maorikingcth]

calum wearing anything olive green really grinds my gears

[assholecashtons]

[maorikingcth]

[thesaltyspice-deactivated201612]

(look at this smug bastard he knows he’s straight fire)

(i love this sweater so much kill me)

(is this olive green? you know what, I don’t care, lOOK AT HIM)

[thesaltyspice-deactivated201612]

AND ANOTHER THING

YOU’RE WELCOME

[onedirectiom]

cute lil pupper bf :-)

[veinmichael]

Michael pls

I’m not gonna tell you to listen to a sad song (Jealous//Labrinth) but I did and I started crying so hey

Michael has sat on the the floor of his bedroom for two hours now. His back against the bed and his throat opening and closing repeatedly. The picture frame in his hands containing the most painful image he’s ever been apart of. His jacket sleeves were saturated with his salty tears, his eyes so red he’d be taken for the devil, his bottom lip trembling as he repeatedly wiped his falling tears off his face and the glass of the frame. Everything was black. He was dressed in black, his aura was black, his hair was black, his green eyes felt black, his head was black, the bedroom was black, the world was just black. All of it. But it’s not his fault. Or anyone’s fault. Well, there is someone at fault, but he can’t get caught up in that.

“Dada?” A voice rand out. Michael sniffled and wiped his eyes once more before pushing himself up off the ground. “Dada?” The voice said again. Michael placed the picture frame on the bedside table, where it always is, before sliding out the bedroom door to the next room over. In the next room, his daughter stood in her crib, holding onto the bars with an expectant look on her face. When her eyes met Michael’s she made grabby hands at him until he hoisted her out of the barred bed. He pushed her hair to the side, sniffled once more with a small shutter in his body. His 2 year old looked at him with a confused yet sleepy look, like she knew. She poked Michael’s cheeks eyebrows knitting close together before mumbling “Wet.” And Michael nodded. “Wet, yeah wet baby.” He sniffled again before taking her into the kitchen. “You want milk baby?” He asked. She didn’t give her usual enthusiastic yes nor her disgusted no. She simply stared at him. “Mumma?” And Michael swallowed hard, but that didn’t seem to suppress anything. “Do you want milk?” “Mumma.” And Michael pursed his lips together in attempt to stop from whimpering. “Mumma?” She asked. Michael’s waterline broke, tears falling down his cheeks. “You said goodbye to Mumma this morning baby.” She wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “‘ant Mumma.” And Michael broke. He set his baby girl down, before sliding down the fridge until he hit the floor and covered his face in his hand. He had just buried the mother of his child and the love of his life for god sakes. 2 fucking hours ago he had to put his wife in her grave. He was a single parent as of a week ago. He was a widow. 2 weeks ago they were discussing if it was too soon for their daughter to go to Disney world since she loved Minnie Mouse so much. Talking about how she was doing pretty good with potty training. Or what they were making for dinner or maybe if they wanted to try for another baby. He wasn’t supposed to go to the hospital last Thursday because the car flipped. He wasn’t supposed to take his daughter to see her mother on life support to say goodbye for the last time. He wasn’t supposed to buy himself and his daughter black attire and call up relatives to say his wife is dead please come to the funeral. He wasn’t supposed to carry his daughter into churches and a funeral parlor and cemeteries and tell her to give Mumma her flowers. He wasn’t supposed to stand up at the podium and give over a hundred people a speech of how he loved this girl for years and she was his best friend and she gave him the best gift ever which was the gift of life and she didn’t kill him after 23 hours of labor and she was never unhappy and she made the best fucking brownies on the planet and had a laugh like a symphony and looked at him like he was the fucking sun and played with their daughter all the time and was all smiles for her even when life sucked and he wasn’t there for a few months on tour. He talked about the Skype calls at 2 am for her when his daughter was really little and how he watched her feed his baby girl and it was the most simple but important image he’s ever seen on a phone screen. None of this was supposed to happen.

His daughter stood beside him while he hiccuped and let out loud sobs that were practically screams of pain. She stood by him as he made a fist and punched the hardwood floor underneath him and threw his head back and let the tears wash over him like tidal waves. But she wasn’t scared. She wasn’t confused. She knew the truth as much as she didn’t want to. She just didn’t want to believe it either. So she climbed into Michael’s lap and nuzzled into his chest. She put her head on his heart and closed her eyes feeling his left arm cradle her and his red and soon to be bruised right hand come over her little head and brush his thumb over her chubby cheek.

“Your mum never got mad at me either.” He said. His daughter simply nuzzled closer. “I miss Mumma.” He whispered. “God I miss your mum.” His voice cracked, and his sobbing started again. But his daughter simply stayed. She stood up and put her hand on his face and moved from his eyebrow bar down to his chin, just as soft and as perfect as her mother would. And Michael just gave a sullen smile, taking her hand off his face and kissing it, then kissing his baby’s nose.

“Thank god you didn’t leave me alone.”

[fivesauceblurbs]

So I actually cried reading this

[5sos-variables]

I am horrible when it comes to writing I'm so sad

[blahblht23-deactivated20160426]

WHEN BOYS GET ANGRY AND THEIR JAW DOES THE THING 

[assholecashtons]

[harrysringss]

I’m literally going to set myself on fire

[alcoholixsocialitx]

I DARE YOU TO ANONYMOUSLY GIVE ME A NICKNAME

[spyroforlife]

B)

[my-name-s-not-rick]

Last time I did this I got “smol tree” so who wants to give me a new URL idea to consider

[cheezetheef]

NO THE LAST TIME I DID THIS SOMEONE SENT ME LEMONFUCKER AND THATS MY CURRENT INSULT FOR THE PEOPLE I LOVE

[seductive-cactus]

im afraid but excited. do your worst.

[scalesthegecko]

Fucking do it

[schatjetoch]

yes pls

[zinnia-apologist-deactivated202]

doo eet

[stagkingswife]

I’m curious.

[the-aegis-witch]

I would honestly love this.

[lovelyfaun]

Please

[thyring-deactivated20160511]

yes pls because i love attention

[justlotsofgay]

I’m afraid and curious

[glowingtaem]

oh god YES PLEASE

[5sos-variables]

this seems cool pls do it

[5sos-variables]

5SOS Themed Asks

She's Kinda Hot: do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?

Permanent vacation: if you could live in any fictional world, which one would it be?

18: if you could be any age for a week, which age would it be?

Good Girls: have you ever done anything illegal? if so, what?

Out of my limit: celebrity crush(es)?

Greenlight: best song to play while on a roadtrip?

Kiss Me Kiss Me: have you had your first kiss?

Outer Space: zodiac sign?

Don't Stop: which 5sos song do you always skip?

Broken Pieces: when was the last time you cried?

Fly Away: if you could have any superpower what would it be?

Long Way Home: how many different countries have you been to?

I Can't Remember: what was your last dream about?

The Only Reason: what's best comfort food to eat when you're sad?

Unpredictable: current favorite song?

Invisible: what's something about yourself that nobody would guess just by looking at you?

Jet Black Heart: pettiest thing you've ever done?

Disconnected: what does the last text you sent say?

Over and Out: most underrated 5sos song?

Never Be: one thing on your bucket list?

[realworldream]

Oh my god calum fucking hood sang boulevard of broken dreams with the girl they brought up on stage bless (Sorry for the shitty quality) 9.6.15 Bristow, VA

[5sos-variables]

FUCK THIS IS MY FAVORITE

[isolate]

No fucking shit Troye.

[5sos-variables]

There was no reason to talk, and Calum understood that. 8 months, y'all have been together, and he didn't even need your voice to know you're beautiful. Trauma caused your selectivity, but that was just you. There was going to be a Sunday brunch and you would be meeting the 3 others for the first time. Your finally got over the anxiety that you kept in your chest for so long. On the way there, Cal had to keep his hand in yours, simply for your own sanity. He could tell from your actions that you were nervous. He attempted to coax you and ease you. Once y'all arrived, you shyly walked in to meet the boys. You gave sweet smiles and Calum introduced you. All of them kindly sat there and began to ask questions. Calum quickly said "only yes or no..." to make things easier for you. According to Cal, he never told them you were selectively mute. He didn't want them to judge you, he was scared for you as well. The boys obliged and asked different yes or no questions. They seemed to be fine with the information you and Calum were providing them with. Slowly taking bites, all of the boys talked of the new album that wasn't released yet. Luke suddenly spoke up with "How do you know she won't go blab about Sounds Good Feels Good?". You dropped your fork and looked at Cal, wanting to hide. He placed his hand on your thigh to relax you. "She doesn't talk." He griped back. Michael then proceeded to ask questions of "Why not?" "What happened?" "Are you okay?" "Is it mental or physical?". While Ashton stared you up and down attempting to notice something unusual. They all made you feel worse. Calum was so ashamed of his friends. He grabbed you from the chair and took you back out to the car where you cried. Calum drove you home and promised that he'll get them straight.

[5sos-variables]

WHAT ARE THEY DOING