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Alright friends I need your help, if you had to assign a 5sos song to each zodiac what would you pick?

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Easier with Gemini because duality (is it easier to stay, is it easier to go?) but also (mostly) because I’m a Gemini and I would die for Easier.

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I’ve been gone for a while and only just started listening to the Youngblood album and fuck it I might be back

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omg i haven’t been on in forever but psa 5sos’ new song is so good wtf? i really like their new sound?! how is everyone? also, i just realized that there are so many requests in my inbox that i never got to

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me: ya idk I feel like I'm drifting from 5sos with all the drama and stuff lately

5sos: announcement tomorrow!

me: 5 Seconds of Summer are an Australian rock band from Sydney that formed in 2011. The group were originally YouTube celebrities, posting videos of themselves covering songs from various artists during 2011 and early 2012. They rose to international fame while touring with One Direction on the Take Me Home Tour.

The group have been referred to as a pop punk band in the media, though the members reject this description, claiming that they desire to play more music than just pop punk. In early 2014, the band released "She Looks So Perfect" as its debut single, which topped the charts in Australia, New Zealand, Ireland and the United Kingdom. The self-titled debut studio album was released in June 2014, which peaked #1 in 11 countries, and followed by a live album titled LiveSOS. The band released their second album Sounds Good Feels Good in October 2015 and followed up with the release of a live / documentary DVD called How Did We End Up Here.

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So in conclusion nothing was learned from this research

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Magic Word {Calum Hood Smut}

PAIRING: Calum/Y/N RATING: S for smut :-) WORD COUNT: 6500+ REQUESTED: Nope

someone sent me a rly cute fluffy blurb abt calum being a single dad and i was inspire :’)) i rly hope u guys like this, i wrote it in like 24 hrs lol!! feedback is much appreciated (like…very appreciated), and if u like this, the link 2 my masterlist is at the end :-)

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Baby (’:

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@all my followers: thank you so much for following me!

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but imagine soulmates like this - the universe gives you three chances in your life to forge a soulmate bond, and when you meet a potential soulmate, you have to stay in near constant contact with them for a week in order for the bond to take. you met your first potential when you were 15, but they decided they weren’t ready and you figured hey, you have still have two more chances. it hurts to break that potential bond, but you get over it easier. the second potential you didn’t even realize you had bumped into, until there were the sharp pains of the bond breaking as the person who made you laugh on the train one morning walked away (you catch their eye, both knowing the missed opportunity, and share a small smile). so when you feel your third potential start tugging while you’re in a coffee shop a few months later, your breath catches in your throat, because this is it. the last chance you have. a group of tall boys walk through the doors, and your stomach lurches because it’s one of them. you watch through your lashes as they order their expensive coffee and their food (your soulmate orders food at starbucks. who has the money to even do that????), looking for some in. and what would you even say - “hi, which on of you feels a soulmate bond bc you’re my last potential” probably wouldn’t go over too well. you’re contemplating this, alternating between looking at your computer screen and watching the boys, when one of them looks up suddenly, right at you. he’s tanned and tattooed, his dark hair styled in a ‘i just rolled out of bed but i’m cool’ kind of way. he breaks off from the group and walks towards you, your heart is in your throat when he drops into the seat across from you and takes a deep breath. “i’m calum, and are you busy for the next week? you’re - you’re my last potential.” he offers a small smile. “y/n,” you say shyly, “and you’re my last potential, too.”

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Apocalypse

Summary: A stranger saves you from two armed men in the post-apocalyptic world ft a really creative title.

Notes: A calum imagine for @cliffordchick‘s “End of the World” theme for her 5sos 13 Nights! Wrote this last week but I had a bit of trouble with the ending. Really long oops :)

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The brisk air of October was unforgiving, whipping up the desolate landscape, and you could feel the harsh gravel hit you, even through the thick material of your torn leather jacket.

The world was in shambles. The luxuries of society were ancient now, surviving towns bespeckled with useless gas stations and nonmotile vehicles. They had come. They had somehow known, somehow understood the inner workings of society, and They had tugged on the weak rung, and They had made it collapse. Or perhaps it wasn’t even foreigners from a different planet who had reduced your home to this state. Your country had been at war for so long, with so many different sides, alternating from one ally to another, that you couldn’t keep up. It was partly due to the fact that the internet was a relic, and there were no media outlets. If They, whoever was in charge, wanted to decree something, They would find a way, but other than those infrequent and uninformative messages, newspapers, magazines, and other annals had vanished without a trace.

You couldn’t really be bothered to keep up with the War anyways. It was just that - a long period of unrest that had no effect on the people who were in hiding; perhaps it was made up of many wars, but either way, they had all blended together in your mind and the only thing you actually cared about was survival. After all, if you didn’t know who you were fighting against, how could anyone restore the world? Maybe a couple of years ago, you would have joined the resistance. But that was a time of naivety and wholeheartedness and hope. Now, you were surviving until you had to die.

And no, it wasn’t the War people feared. It was the invisible force behind the war, something that had stirred up plenty of conspiracy theories - aliens, viruses, secrets - whatever it was, everybody knew something was sweeping through the world, wiping out the remaining forces in each country. And while nobody knew what they looked like, everybody knew that once they saw you, you were as good as dead.

You crouched next to the brick wall of a slowly decaying firestation, eyeing the gas station just across the street. You had made your way cross-country with no particular purpose, leaving one town as soon as they ran out of resources and making your way to the next. You shifted the rifle in your hands. You knew you weren’t alone in this town. It was quiet, like most of the world, and that’s what made it terrifying. You desperately needed food and other supplies, and you had staked out the area for the past five days, until lack of water had forced you to finally make a move.

You knew there was at least one gang around the area; you had seen the four boys enter the gas station three days ago. They were heavily armed, though you couldn’t make out their faces or intentions, and you thought it better to stay in your hiding spot. But for the past three days, no one had come or gone, so you thought it would be safe to make a run for it. You just needed enough food to sustain you for a two-day journey. You knew from your map that there was a major city 20 miles north. Major cities held more danger, but it was likely that you could stay there longer.

Finally, you couldn’t wait any longer. The sun was just setting, so you took your chance and leapt through the shadows, stepping through the shattered glass door of the gas station.

With one arm tightly gripping your rifle, your eyes darted around the mostly empty shelves, grabbing whatever you could and stuffing it into your bag.

Your ears suddenly perked up, a nearly silent thud causing your trained ears to stay on alert. You slowly slid the granola bar you were holding into your bag, careful not to make to much noise. You rearranged your rifle so that it was partially balanced on your right shoulder.

Thud. Your heart jumped into your throat and you realized you had no idea what to do if whatever was coming was one of Them. You had fought regular humans before, and you had shot one that had resorted to cannibalism, but those were before the second wave of invasions.

You didn’t particularly want to die, especially since you had spied a package of brownies (a rare delicacy) hidden underneath the cash register. You didn’t want to think about what happened to the person who had hid them there.

And there was still one person close to you that may have survived the second invasion. You blinked, willing away the memory of your best friend. You had no idea what happened to him. Both of you were in hiding one day, and you had gone to scavenge for supplies, and the blond had just gone.

The footfalls were progressively increasing in volume, and you cursed yourself for not running sooner. You hid behind the register, the glass door of the non-working refrigerator reflecting whatever would come through the door. Two distinct human-like shapes boldly stepped in and a startling revelation struck you.

Shit! How could you have been so stupid? The last time you saw the dangerous boys had been three days ago. And clearly they hadn’t wiped everything out in the store, which meant that they would’ve been coming back in the following days. You cursed inside your head. It was just your luck that they had come on the day you had decided to. At least there was one thing to your advantage. They hadn’t come for you intentionally, so if you sat tight, you could still sneak out of town before the next morning.

The footsteps resounded throughout the dingy store. The sun was already mostly gone, and a thin sliver of moon replaced it. The two boys seemed to get further away from your terrible hiding place, and you cautiously inched a bit back, trying to hunch into a more comfortable position. A small box underneath the counter scraped backwards as you did, and you froze, the blood pounding in your ears. The footsteps stopped, and you could hear frantic whispering from the two boys. Then, you heard the double cocking of guns, and they started toward the counter.

Shit, shit, shit. You shut your eyes and counted to ten, willing your heavy breathing to calm. You decided that if they didn’t kill you upon contact, then you would have to beg for your life. Or, on the unlikely chance that you’d be able to shoot both of them before they even said a word.

“We know you’re there.” A rough voice called out. They had paused centimeters away, still far enough that they couldn’t look over the counter, but if they turned to their left, they would be able to see a dark shadow crouching underneath the counter. 

“Show yourself.” The other voice demanded. You bit your lip, stalling for time. Maybe they’ll think that they were imagining the sound.

You had to do something, and fast. You couldn't trust them, especially if they started making false promises. Your only out now was to shoot them before they killed you. In a moment of blind impulse, you leapt up to your feet, jumped onto the counter and pointed your rifle at the two guys. Before you could release the trigger, one of them grabbed your arm, pulling you down from the counter, and forcing both your arm and rifle behind your back. He used his free arm to draw a knife to your throat.

You stomped on your captor’s foot, and he cursed loudly, but didn’t release you. “Fuck! Tom, take her rifle!” The other male lunged to dearm you, but you jabbed the rifle backwards into your captor’s ribs. In the midst of the confusion, you pulled free. Your heart was halfway between frozen in fear and pumping out twice as much adrenaline as you needed.

“Drop your weapons.” You demanded, eyeing the two boys, alternating the barrel of your gun between the two of them. You only had one bullet, due to the fact that you had never actually planned to kill anyone. But these two men were dangerous. It was an ill-advised plan, you knew, but you couldn't risk skipping town without one or more of them chasing after you.

One of them, the one that had grabbed you, was darkly handsome, with dark midnight hair and black eyes that shone with hunger and evil. The other, Tom, was his antithesis, with light blond hair and green eyes that reflected the light of the night.

“You're outnumbered, sweetheart.” The dark-haired boy said grimly, his gun aimed at your chest.

You didn't budge. “Drop your weapons!” Your voice almost ended with a high pitched squeal, nearly giving away your nerves.

The two boys nodded at each other and made a move towards you.

Crack. A bullet ripped through the air, lodging itself in the darker boy's thigh. He gasped in pain. “Fuck!” he grimaced, clenching his teeth together, immediately letting his gun clatter to the ground as he tried to stop the bleeding.

The other immediately aimed his gun at you, and you were trapped, bracing yourself for death.

A gunshot rang through the air, and you automatically clenched your muscles, screwing your eyes shut, your gun falling to the ground.

Tom fell like a marble slab, a heavy clunk to the already dented floor. A hand clasped yours, pulling you out of the gas station before his accomplice could act. You managed to scoop up your gun on the way out.

On impulse, you tried to tug your hand away from the stranger’s, but he turned toward you and shook his head, pulling you along further into a hideout of some sort.

“You’re welcome,” the stranger whispered, flicking his messy dark curls out of his eyes. He rummaged through the dark, finding a small gas lantern and lighting it.

You furrowed your brow at his cockiness. “I could’ve handled it, you know.” You pulled your jacket tighter around you, your posture stiff. You scanned his clothing. He was in a much better condition than you were, and though his ripped tank and dark skinny jeans were dirtier than your clothes, his brown eyes were sparkling and filled with hope.

The stranger laughed, tiny crevices forming around his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure you would’ve, right after you awoke from your deathbed. Those people were dangerous. They were part of the people who overtook the planet.” He didn’t have to explicitly state their name, but you knew. The two men were Them. You were lucky that they could still suffer from mortal wounds.

You were mildly insulted, but you knew he was right. Without a proper weapon, you would’ve been killed. You spotted a couple of bullets lying on a crooked table near the center of the small room. “Could I have those?” He nodded, shoving his hands into the tight pockets of his jeans. You swiped them and slipped them into your jacket.

“Thanks for saving my life.” You tipped your head at him. “I better get going.”

“Wait, wait-!” The boy placed a hand on your shoulder. “You should stay.” You considered it for a moment, wondering what the future would look like if you stayed. No attachments, you told yourself. It would hurt all the more if something had happened to him, like something had happened to your best friend.

“I’m good. I can’t stay in one place too long. Survival, you know.”

“But you could do more than just surviving. You could live a decent life with us.” The boy radiated a shy smile.

“Us?”

“Me - Calum - , Luke, Ashton, and Michael. We-we’re part of the resistance. We try to save people, like I saved you.”

“Sorry.” You shook your head. “I’m not in the business of saving people. Face it, the world is ruined beyond repair. Even if it weren’t, it’s not up to me, especially when I can’t even help myself.” A shot of despair surfaced, and you were briefly reminded of your self-pity.

“But it’s up to us. If not us, then who? The people who are too scared to move from their safe place, even to find food? And if not now, when? When They’ve completely wiped out the human population?”

“I don’t save people.” You didn’t have the energy to argue your point, especially since you were exhausted.

Calum wholeheartedly grabbed both your hands, much to your surprise. “Then you don’t have to. Stay with us and we’ll take care of each other. Don’t you have something to live for? 

You looked into his eyes - he was being genuine; he really wanted to help. “Not anymore.”

“I can be your hope.” Calum let go of your hands, a goofy smile on his face. “Your choice.”

A tiny smile formed on your face. “Okay.” You agreed. “After all, I owe you my life.”

He hugged you, and an old feeling appeared in your stomach. Butterflies. It really had been too long since someone else had cared for you. A few tears sprung to your eyes, but you sniffed them away before he could see.

“Now c’mon. Let’s go save the world.”

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A little Halloween themed domestic!5sos for @pretendtobepunkrock’s blurb night!

Domestic!Calum’s first October with his baby girl would be spent stressing over what to dress her up as for Halloween - the two of you would argue over the multitude of options for baby costumes which would include a variety of different animals, movie characters, and famous people. And when you only had one week before Halloween, Calum would be so frustrated that he’d suggest the weirdest things (“a creepy doll figurine! Or a gothic rocker! Or me!”), to which you would reply with an “absolutely not”. In the end, the two of you settled with a simple but adorable pumpkin costume that suited her wonderfully, and Calum had insisted that the two of you also dress up in frumpy pumpkin costumes to match. And though she wasn’t old enough to trick or treat yet, everyone who arrived at your house agreed that she was the cutest baby on the block.

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Wrapped Around Your Finger (Calum Hood Imagine Series)

AU: You are a struggling songwriter trying to get your lyrics into the world. One day you meet Ed Sheeran and you instantly hit it off on a very platonic level. When he sees you’re struggling with money he offers you to stay in his flat. You end up staying there for a year and every time he leaves for a tour or a gig he lends his keys to one of his famous friends in case someone wanders into London and needs a place off grid to relax. You never minded that. It was funny meeting all the celebrities, until your new roommate became an arrogant band member with more tattoos than brains.

Summary: A classic bad boy romance filled with smut, emotions and unspoken thoughts. Y/N and Calum share a sparkling chemistry, one of them trying to deny her feelings and the other very open about his attraction to her. Calum sets a goal for himself to break her heart, while you decide to try and make him fall in love for the first time.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight 

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Final Chapter

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Final Chapter

I’m really sorry this took ages, but I think I had trouble letting go of this, him, everything. But here you go, your final WAYF chapter and I’m sorry to disappoint. Thank you for staying with me, you’re the best, really. You deserve an award. Love you! xx-Z.

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remember when calum was a hoe

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Domestic/SingleDad!5sos Blurb Night

okay so due to an overwhelming amount of you voting for this theme, Domestic/SingleDad!5sos Blurb Night will be taking place from 7pm UK time on Sunday 9th October.

Please feel free to start sending in requests/blurbs of your own, and remember to tag me in anything you write for the actual blurb night!

It’s been a while since I’ve done a blurb night and since my blog has been mainly Greek Week recently (not that anyone is complaining lol), I’m looking forward to mixing it up a bit. Also, since the last blurb night is where the inspiration for Greek Week came from, I can’t wait to see what this one brings.

Love you all!x

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stars || calum hood

he was like the stars; so close but so far away.

looking at him made my heart clench in pain and my body stiff and numb despite having screaming girls pushed against me in all sorts of different places. his dark almond shaped eyes were scanning across the arena as he strummed his bass guitar along to the beat of the song, sweat clung to him like a second skin but somehow he still looked like an angel underneath the bright lights.

he was born to be a rock star. he had a unique stage charisma to him- maybe it was the passion burning in his eyes whenever he looked out to the crowd of thousand faces, maybe it was the way his body moved to the beat while his fingers danced on the string of his base guitar or maybe it was just the way he looked with his sharp, distinctive facial structure but whatever it was, he had always stood out of everyone ever since he could talk.

“sydney! you look beautiful tonight!” his loud and clear voice woke me out of my trance and i instantly straightened my back, pushing a frizzy haired girl off my back. 

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