#5sos fake texts

[writersdare]

Besides full stories, working on smau for 5SOS and Stray Kids ♡

Taking requests for smau as well!

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Irresistible {7} || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader, Max Verstappen x fem!reader Summary: After everything, you get a happy healthy ending. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, smut, fluff. WC: 4.5k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

Your Playlist:

Big Girls Don’t Cry - Fergie

Pretend - Secondhand Serenade

No Right To Love You - Rhys Lewis

You Broke Me First - Tate McRae

Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Wicked Game - Violet Orlandi 

Charles’ Playlist:

Your Call - Secondhand Serenade

The Loneliest - Mäneskin

Roses And Butterflies - Making April

Amnesia - 5sos

Miserable At Best - Mayday Parade

Love Is Gone - Slander

The Man Who Can’t Be Moved - The Script

Charles was spiralling with every mile that grew between where he was and where you were. The only updates he had from you were in the form of photos on Instagram and his concentration went into waiting for your next post instead of the preparation for the final free practice of the day. He had sent you enough unanswered messages to know you were ignoring him and it hurt more than he dared let on.

“She’s not home yet,” he said as he caught up to Max in the paddock. It was half a question and half a statement, but he needed some sort of confirmation.

“I know.” Of course Max knew. You kept in touch with him, sending him sporadic messages when you stopped to take in the beautiful countryside on the quiet roads. It should have been a four hour drive but you were content to make it last the day so you didn’t have to think about what you had left behind. 

Max looked like he was going to say something else but he closed his lips as an arm curled around Charles’ waist. Whatever information he was going to offer was replaced with a simple, “I’ll see you later.”

Charles turned to Charlotte and his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “I thought you left.”

“Because we had one little fight?”

“I would hardly call it little.”

“Whatever,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Anyway, now that Y/N’s gone things will be so much easier between us. We can get back to how we used to be. We are good for each other, Charles.”

Charles briefly entertained the idea of pushing her away but then he remembered how lonely it was sleeping by himself. It was completely stupid to even think the relationship could go back to how it was but he was selfish, if he couldn’t have you then settling for her was going to be the next best thing. 

“How about we talk after practice?” His voice was full of defeat and Charlotte knew she had already won as she kissed his cheek and let him go.

“I’ll wait in your garage.”

He faked a smile and headed after Max.

The air was stale when you stepped into the apartment, not bothering to turn on the lights as you dragged yourself down the hall and into your room. Charles’ bedroom door was still half open, the bed unmade and clothes spilling out of his drawers, sending a pang of hurt to your chest before you pulled it shut. You collapsed face first on your bed and just managed to send a message to Max letting him know you arrived safely before you let your emotional exhaustion take you under. You didn't bother to text Charles, he was probably busy anyway.

Dawn came with all the same enthusiasm that you woke with. The skyline was a watery grey and even the birds failed to raise any sort of trill with their woeful calls down on the mariner. Dew clung in the air and on your cheeks as you opened the balcony door and chased away the stale air from being closed up for weeks since the last visit. 

Your memory here before the lockdown began didn’t hold a lot of details but you did remember the aroma of coffee drifting up from the cafe below the building. Unfortunately there was only the tang of salt and storm on the air as you inhaled deeply before making the call that was long overdue. 

As expected your father answered straight away, the confusion clear in his voice as he realised that his little night owl was up at dawn. “Hey kiddo, is everything okay?”

“Can we have a donut day?”

You could already hear him moving around the house and he must have covered the microphone as he said a muffled goodbye to a sleepy Pascale. “On my way.”

Donut day was created the day you got your first period. As a panicking solo dad he had rushed to the supermarket for supplies, but he left with mostly donuts and other treats. Thankfully Betty was better prepared and soon arrived with everything you needed, along with calm instructions on how to use them. After that, any day that was absolutely terrible was called a donut day. You and your father would sit on the couch and scoff down a box of donuts until the comfort food worked its magic. 

You paced the living room until the doorbell rang and practically tore it off the hinges in your haste. You really hadn’t noticed just how lacklustre months of video calls were until you threw your arms around your dad and buried your face in his shirt. Video calls couldn’t capture the smell of his aftershave or the feel of his beard when he kissed your forehead like you were still a little kid. 

“I missed you too, pumpkin.” He pulled back to look at your face and his brows pinched together. “Rough night?”

You snorted a laugh but it cracked in your chest and your head fell down. “The last time you asked me that was in Monaco too.”

“I remember. Is this about a boy?”

You nodded and took a seat on the couch while he pensively watched from where he stood. “Will you sit down? You’re making me nervous.”

He huffed and went to the kitchen instead, grabbing a plate and emptying a bag of pastries onto it. “This is the closest to donuts I could find, sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s not about the donuts.” You picked at a pain au chocolat while he took a seat and grabbed a pain au raisin. “I…”

You didn’t know where to begin or what to say, you just knew you had to get the truth off your chest so you could try to move on. Maybe by admitting the mistake you made, it might somehow ease the guilt you were carrying.

“A boy, right?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. “The same one actually.”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead.“From when we visited?”

“The very same.” You swallowed but the pastry seemed to coat your throat and you nearly choked before you abandoned it. “It was Charles.”

���Oh,” he said with a nod before it seemed to connect and his eyes widened. “Oh…well…shit..”

“I should have said something sooner but I didn’t want to make things awkward for you and Pascale but I…I really fucked up, dad.”

You could practically see his thoughts crossing his face as he remembered how you had called him the first day, asking to stay anywhere else. A heavy sigh fell and he seemed to deflate into the couch cushions. “I thought you were with Max?”

Your eyes narrowed but you didn’t deny it. “How do you know that?”

“Charlotte posted a picture of you and him the other night.”

“That bitch is a-”

“Uh-uh, no,” he tutted. “Correct me if I am wrong but I am going to assume you and Charles have been more than just friends…” 

Your silence was damning. 

“I don’t think you have the moral high ground to go around calling her a bitch then. I raised you better than that. Does Max know about Charles?”

“Max knows everything,” you admitted quietly, still feeling the sting of the reprimand. “He’s good for me.”

“Okay, so then what’s the problem?”

“I just really thought it was a chance - with Charles. We made plans, a future, I could see it.” Now all you saw was the note on the table and how he chased after Charlotte. “It was stupid and naive and I feel so embarrassed.”

“Love makes everyone stupid at some point.” Your father sighed again before wrapping his arm around you. “So Max huh? You know he’s got a bit of a reputation. Bit of a hot head.”

You wiped away the tears that had been building and scoffed. “Don’t believe everything you see in the media. They portray Charles as this wholesome boy next door and Max as an angry man child. Both are wrong.”

You grabbed the pastry and ate it, this time able to stomach the idea of food, before grabbing another. It wasn’t as sweet as a donut but the sugar from the chocolate was starting to hit your blood and perk you up.

“I can’t live here anymore. Not Monaco,” you corrected when you saw his eyes widen. “Just here, with Charles. I need somewhere away from him.”

You didn’t know the exact reason why your mother left but you thought maybe she felt like this, maybe it was healthier to leave than to stay. 

“The house isn’t finished but the kitchen and your bathroom are done, so it’s livable. You’ll need some moving boxes. A lot by the looks,” your father said as he stood up and looked around the room to see your belongings strewn across the place. “I’ll be back soon.”

“You’re not going to give me a lecture?” you asked as he made his way to the door.

He scanned your features that reminded him so much of your mother. “You look like you’ve learned your lesson to me. Do you need one?”

You shook your head meekly and he nodded to himself. “I’ll be back with some boxes soon.”

“Hello, handsome,” you greeted Max as soon as the video connected. He had just returned to his hotel after qualifying and securing the 5th starting place on the grid. “I’ve found a new hobby, painting.”

His smile brightened at your mood that had dramatically lifted in the past 24 hours and you showed him around your new bedroom. Paint bottles lined a sheet-covered table and dirty brushes sat in a murky jar of water, but you panned across the wall to show him the artwork you had made.

“What is it?” he asked with a forehead crumpled in confusion. He tilted his head trying to see from a different angle but he still couldn’t process the splatterings - it reminded him of a Rorschach test, one he was doing badly at. 

“I didn’t say I was good,” you clarified with a laugh as you also tried to interpret the design that was no longer just on the walls. It was a good thing the carpet hadn’t been laid yet. You had tried to push the hair out of your face and smeared paint across your cheek and it had ended up everywhere by the time you were finished. “It is a mess just like me.”

“You're not a mess, schat,” Max said as he sat at the end of his bed and fell back to watch the tour of the rest of the house. “Are you okay there on your own?”

“It’s certainly quieter than the paddock, that will take a bit of getting used to, but I don’t mind it too much.” You did miss the other friends you had made at Ferrari, but felt it was best to give everyone in red a wide berth for a while. You had seen how poorly Charles qualified and knew he wasn’t at his best partly because of you. You still hadn’t been able to answer his calls or texts.

“Well, you could come back, if you want, you’ll always be welcome at Red Bull.”

“If you miss me, you can just say that,” you teased and he sat up.

He combed a hand through his damp hair and you bit your lip remembering how it felt to be the one doing that. “I do miss you,” he admitted seriously. “That’s why I’m coming back first thing Monday morning - I owe you breakfast.”

“You know there are no cafes open?”

Max smirked and the sight made your heart skip a beat. “Who said anything about a cafe?”

You wanted to know what his plans were but there was a knock at his door and Daniel’s voice reached you through the phone. Max was tempted to let Daniel continue pounding on the door but you both knew he wouldn’t leave quietly and Max groaned at that truth. “Go answer that, I’ll call you in the morning.” 

Max dragged his feet as he padded across the room. “I would rather talk to you.”

“Me too.”

“Finish the phone sex already, you pervs,” Daniel shouted through the door before Max ripped it open.

“Oh, oh, yes, Max, don’t stop,” you called out, turning Max’s ears pink as he rushed to turn the phone around and show Daniel the screen and just how fully clothed you were. “Sorry to disappoint you, Danny, no phone sex - this time.”

It was only when Daniel bent over laughing that you saw he wasn’t alone. Charles was out in the hallway with Carlos and Lando, his eyes falling to the carpet when you noticed him.

“We’re getting dinner, you wanna come?” Daniel asked, and thankfully the phone rotated back to Max who looked a little torn at the offer.

“He does,” you answered for him before he could decline just to talk with you a little while longer.

“I’ll call you in the morning, schat.”

“Okay, have fun.”

Charles found nothing to celebrate when the race ended so he made his way home before the rest of the crew even realised it. He thought his weekend couldn’t get any worse after he DNF’d. The only silver lining was that despite his better qualifying, Max had also failed to finish the race. But he still won where it really mattered when it came to you.

Charles pulled into the apartment complex and saw a new sleek black Mercedes AMG parked in one of his many reserved spaces and hope fluttered in his chest. He grabbed his suitcase and darted up the stairwell to his apartment, nearly snapping the key in his haste to unlock the door. That hope turned to ash when he found it eerily silent and every inch of the place perfectly tidy. It was unlived. 

The artwork you had purchased still hung on the walls and the shaggy rug he had made love to you on still covered the floor, but the spirit of it all was gone. The colours of the paintings were drained and the temperature controlled air was no longer comfortable. He didn’t even need to go to your room and check, he knew you were gone.

He knew you were gone the moment he saw you on the video call to Max. He had gone with his mother to her new house enough times to know what it looked like, even if it appeared that a rainbow vomited all over the walls. The truth just hadn’t really settled in until he stepped across the threshold and into the house that was once a home.

You had tidied the place as if you were cleaning a crime scene and needed to scrub away all evidence of being there except you couldn’t get it all. You still remained in the pantry cupboards where everything was labelled in your handwriting. You still remained in the linen closet where you folded the sheets and the towels into perfect rectangles. You still remained in the scented candles that sat on the centrepiece of the table.

Charles’ eyes stung as they lingered on the table where the keys to the apartment and the Mercedes sat, right next to his credit card and the picture you kept in your wallet.

Kicking the door closed, he abandoned his suitcase and rushed down the hall. His heart hammered knowing what he would find but he had to check as he pushed open your bedroom door. No, it wasn’t your bedroom anymore, it was a guest room. 

The feminine floral duvet his mother had chosen was gone, replaced with a plain white coverlet, and the windows were latched slightly open so whatever scent of yours he may have been able to save had already been cast away to the breeze. 

“Fuck!” he screamed as he punched his fist into the mattress. “Fuuuuucckk!!!”

Max must have left before Pierre had finished partying after his shock win. It wasn’t even morning really as the sun was still cresting over the hills, and it was far earlier than you were expecting him. You thought perhaps you were dreaming when you woke to a knock and opened the door to find Max on your front steps. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you asked as you pulled him inside and inspected the bags under his eyes. 

“I’m better now,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair. “I told you I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you murmured into his chest before pulling away so you could look into his eyes. “You need to sleep.”

“I’ll be fine, I have plans first.”

“Your plans can wait.” You took his hand and led him through the house to your room that overlooked the mariner. Your blankets were still warm as you nestled under the covers and patted the empty space beside you. “You’re not going to be comfortable in jeans.”

“Five minutes and you’re already trying to get me naked,” he teased as he pulled his shirt over his head before he unbuttoned his jeans.

“I never said naked,” you pointed out. The air froze in your lungs as he pushed them down his muscular thighs and you swallowed at the sight before.

“I’m not wearing boxers.”

“No, you certainly are not.” Your tongue rolled across your lips as you drank in every inch of him, the idea of sleep quickly departing your mind. Almost everything departed your mind, except want. “I think I am overdressed.”

“You make a habit of that.”

“I do, don’t I. Maybe you should come help me fix that.”

Max didn’t need to be told twice, he had been waiting for this moment since he had the memory of how your body felt against his. He pulled the covers back and knelt between your legs, his hands roaming up your body and under the baggy shirt of a band he didn’t know. The morning air was cool on your skin as you lifted your arms and he discarded the shirt over the side of the bed. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he traced his lips over your racing pulse. A fiery trail of goosebumps remained where his kiss had been and he made his way to your lips before stealing the very breath from your lungs.

Your own hands went roaming, feeling his muscles tense beneath your touch until you reached his proud erection. He shuddered above you and moaned into your mouth before he pulled back. “I need you,” you begged, unabashedly. “Please, Max.”

His hands reached for your panties and the lace tickled as he dragged them down your legs. Even with your begging, he didn’t immediately bury himself in you. He took his time, settling back between your legs. He gently massaged your inner thighs with his strong hands, his thumbs dancing teasingly close to your core until a strangled whine escaped you.

“Relax, schat,” he said softly. “I’ll take care of you.”

He shifted onto his stomach and dipped his head to your core. You lost the ability to think as he gripped your hips and tugged you right onto his open mouth. A wordless cry filled the room and it took a second to understand it was coming from you as you lost yourself in the pleasure Max was giving you. You knew Max had an internal drive to succeed at everything he did and this was no different. He was determined to taste you completely and drive you into oblivion with his tongue and his fingers before he thoroughly fucked you. 

Max looked wild and untamed as you came undone around his fingers and he savoured the taste of you on his tongue as he rose above you. His eyes were dark and his lips swollen, his chin was damp and his smile satisfied. 

“Hi,” he chuckled with amusement. “Feeling alright?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, because correlating a conscious thought into words seemed impossible as your body still trembled with aftershocks.

“Would you like a break?”

You reached between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his cock, guiding him closer to your entrance. “No, I want you, Max.”

“Completely sober, right?” he confirmed as the head pressed to your wet core.

“Not quite,” you teased, his brows pinching together at the words, “I’m drunk on you.”

The relief in his eyes was palpable and you cradled his face in your palm as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Your bodies united torturously slowly and your eyes fluttered at the fullness when every delicious inch was seated inside, your lips parting with a heady sigh.

“Open your eyes, schat.”

You obeyed in an instant, watching him watch you before his eyes drifted down your bodies. His lip was pinched between his teeth and he groaned at the sight of your pussy taking him so well, something he made sure to tell you.

“Fuck,” you choked as his words made your cunt clench in response, each thrust burying him deep in your cunt until stars dotted your vision and you were tipped over the edge into another orgasm. “Fuuuckk…”

Six months later. “Babe, have you seen my shoes?” Your voice carried throughout the large penthouse apartment you had moved into with Max when the season ended. 

“Here, with your dress,” he called out from the living room. 

You followed his voice and found the luggage being neatly stacked by the door. He pointed to the two garment bags hanging from the coat rack and at the bottom of the longer one were your heels, next to his polished dress shoes.

“I packed your coat too,” Max said, kissing your temple as he passed to get the car keys.

With the COVID restrictions being lifted Pascale hadn’t wanted to wait a minute longer for the wedding, so winter nuptials in February was the go. At least they were taking place in Sicily so it would be a little warmer, but of course Max would think to pack a coat for when the temperatures dropped at night. He was always thoughtful like that.

“Did you want a coffee?” you asked as you turned on the machine and put your travel mug under it. It was only a three hour flight on Max’s private jet, but you hadn’t slept well with the knowledge you would see Charles for the first time since Christmas. 

Cordial is how you would describe that relationship. The familiarity and intimacy was gone, replaced with standoffish politeness. You were both trying to find where the line could be drawn on a platonic friendship that had the history of more and it was slow going. You didn’t want anything you said or did around him to be misconstrued. 

Max made you happy, and just as importantly, Max was healthy for you. You did sometimes wonder if he tried harder to be better because he had witnessed toxic relationships growing up. He knew how that toxicity could poison and break someone so there was a conscious effort in the way he spoke and acted to everyone around him. Even Charles. 

That was why he had offered his plane for everyone to use, including Charles and Charlotte. For better or for worse, Charles was going to be a part of your family in less than 24 hours and Max respected that. Like he said, he didn’t care about your past and your future was one with him.

“Schatje,” Max called, one hand on your waist, the other reaching past you to the overflowing mug in the coffee machine. “Everything alright?”

You came back to the present with a few blinks and turned in his arms, surprising him with a deep kiss as you fisted his shirt and pulled him closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulled back to see your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shake of your head but he saw right through it. “Everything you’ve done for me…a simple ‘I love you’ just doesn’t seem enough. I can never say it enough.”

Max’s hands cradled your jaw and he dipped his head to indulge in a slow but thorough kiss that had your stomach clenching with a fresh wave of desire. When he pulled back this time he smiled as he found the clear want and need for him written on your face. “It’s enough for me.”

He turned the machine off and poured the ruined coffee down the sink. “I’ll get you a proper coffee on the way to the airport. We should get going, can’t have the best woman be late for the rehearsal.”

“I think dad settled on the term groomsmaid,” you corrected with a laugh. You had nearly cried when he asked you to be his best man, before accepting the honour. It was fitting considering the bridesmaids were Pascale’s sons. “It’s not too late if you want to be a flower girl?”

He grinned and his eyes flicked to the door where the dress you had paraded for him last night hung. “I’m quite happy to sit back and watch.”

“If I recall, you didn’t sit still for long. I hope you have more self restraint for the ceremony.”

 “For the ceremony, yes. But as soon as we hit the hotel room you’re mine and that dress will be on the floor, I promise you.”

You bit your lip at the promise, knowing he would keep it just like every other one he had made. 

“We should probably go before I do something that makes us very late,” Max groaned, stepping away from your tempting body. 

“Ugh, fine.”

The ceremony was more than just a wedding and it represented the joining of the Leclerc’s and the Y/LN’s, something that had surprised you and also made you grateful for having waterproof mascara. You didn’t dare look at Charles when the celebrant spoke about the union of the two families, but Arthur grinned and Enzo winked, your father narrowed his eyes and you laughed.

The celebrant, thankfully, didn’t understand.

The cashmere coat Max had packed hung over the bag of your chair as night fell and you danced with him under the open stars. The only light came from the fairy lights strung around the stone pillars that had survived centuries on the island. His arms kept you warm as you swayed to the music and you spoke quietly to each other in a world of your own.

“Hey, can I, uh, can I cut in?” Charles asked hesitantly.

You took a deep breath as you debated the question, your eyes glancing around and quickly finding Charlotte at a table with Arthur and his girlfriend. You looked at Max to see if it was okay. He just smiled and kissed your cheek, whispering, “I’ll get us a drink.”

Charles waited until Max had made it off the dance floor before offering his hand, the other coming to rest on your waist. The first step was tentative, like he wasn’t sure you were actually going to follow his lead. “You look happy,” he said after a few more steps.

“I am.”

He nodded to himself, looking at Charlotte. “Good. That’s good.”

He looked miserable. “I hope you find real happiness one day.” You were being honest.

“I had it.” And he was being honest too. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever really apologised, not properly.”

“It’s fine, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have met Max.”

“It was meant to be us, though, right?” His eyes were begging you to agree with him but you had spent sleepless nights poring over the very same question.

“I think our paths crossed to make sure our parents met,” you admitted, smiling at the newlyweds as they danced too. You had never seen your dad happier.

“You really believe that?”

The song came to an end and you found Max returning from the bar with two drinks in his hand. “I have to,” you said as you slipped out of Charles’ arms. You swallowed the lump in your throat and took a step away from him.

“Why?” He took a step closer, only stopping when you took another step back and held up your hand. “Why?”

You took a calming breath and steadied your voice. “Because the alternative would only break my heart again.”

[mazes-and-the-madness]

Hi what do you think about the texts between camila and micheal from 5sos?

If they were fake do you have any proofs thank you

pretty sure they were debunked, don't have the proof at hand but maybe someone else does

[slytheringirl1267]

Since the drama is NEVER ending in the #5sos fandom, I think we should make this hashtag (#bye-bye5sos) become famous... & Maybe CALM will see it & maybe like... IDK actually care but who knows we have to at least try even though they don't really care about anything or anybody anymore... Since they're All so wrapped up in their stupid dumb annoying toxic always plays the victim supposed queens!!!!!!!! & THAT'S just crystal & sierra don't even get me started on brandy or whatever her name is!!!!!!! If you guys are done with the drama too, will you plzzz help me make this hashtag come to life?!???? Plzzz!!!!

[thisisthestoryofanotherus]

Don’t You Go- CH Reimagined SMAU Masterlist

Based on a really old fic of mine called Don’t You Go which you can find here

(if you remember this fic lmk it’s been awhile)

Summary: Michael was your best friend, so of course you wanted to get a long with his other friends. Which you did, except for Calum... any time you would spend time with each other it would end in screaming and fighting (sometimes some property damage). That is until after one drunken night you wake up to find Calum beside you...

A/n: this is my first time doing a smau.. it’s fun but omg harder than I thought, even with the plot done for me lol. So hope you guys like it and remember I’m new at this so be kind 🙃 Also highly recommend reading the fic just in case anything isn’t clear but trying to make it to where it’s not necessary

Posting daily starting June 12th posted about 6pm est (6 parts shown rn because that’s what I have done...idk how many parts it’s gonna be yet)

✨ALSO taking requests for smau or fake texts!! So send them in!!

Part 1: Intro Part 1

Part 2: Intro Part 2

Part 3: Movie Night

Part 4: Drinks?

Part 5: Finally

Part 6: Mistakes

Part 7: Time to Think

Part 8: Talk to Them

Part 9: We Need to Talk

Part 10: Movie Night (again)

Part 11: Facetime?

Part 12: Official

Part 13: Epilogue 

[cuzloki]

So I've been trying to write an essay for 2 months due to writers block. WELL I FINISHED IT TODAY GUYS! I think I may post some one shots (nor sure of what but I'm turning this blog into a multi Fandom blog for writing) send me requests cuz I lost all the ones I have. Dont worry I'm keeping the name

Cuz Loki is now a marvel, 5sos,supernatural and any other subject I want to write about

[colourfulcalum]

Calum Hood in EASIER 💙

[calmgotmelike]

Requests Open!

Hey guys! I write a bit and have several blogs with requests open! I will post prompt lists or just any requests. Send them my way and I'll try and get them posted ASAP 😁 also will be making a Masterlist once I get enough content

[imagining-five-sauce]

request; can you do a text request where Calum and y/n spend the night together then he sneaks out before her parents wake up but leaves a note or something telling y/n he loves her for the first time? thank you

this has been in my drafts since forever ago and i just now noticed.. how??

[writersdare]

hey :) would you ever consider doing a 5sos smau? ☺

Hi, 100% yes! I promise to think of some ideas, however, if you have anything in mind you want to request, please feel free to let me know, I’ll be only happy to write it♡

[textme-5sos]

Michael is happy without you

[backwheniruledtheworld]

He gets jealous (Calum)

It was the last Friday before Calum left for tour and the two of you were spending all your time together. You lay on the couch, his arm around you while Two Broke Girls played on the tv in front of you.

"This is boring babee ugh" said Calum as he buried his head into your neck. You laughed and wrapped an arm around him. Just then you felt a vibration near you and looked over to see your phone ringing.

*missed call from Jason*

"HOLY SHIT!" you squealed, startling Calum. "Oh my god oh MY god! I've waited for this call for so long. Just a minute babe I HAVE to take this!" you continued, as excited as before. Calum looked as confused as ever as he loosened his grip around you to let you go.

You grabbed your phone, dialed Jason and retreated to the next room. All Calum could hear from outside was muffled laughter and excitement. After 20 minutes you finally came out with a broad smile on your face and plopped down next to Calum.

"So?" he said, grinning. "Who was that?"

"Oh Cal you have to meet him! That was my high school best friend, Jason. He moved to L.A two years ago and this is the first time since then that I've heard from him. I swear he is the BEST." you gushed.

"Oh" came Calum's reply, "You..uh..really like him huh?"

You looked at him and saw that his eyes had fallen.

"Yeah..I mean.. he's..we've been friends for a while"

"Oh..okay..yeah no that's great I'm so happy for you guys" he said with feigning happiness and you could tell that he was definitely hurt.

"Babe. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, y/n"

"Oh sweetie..it's not like that" you said, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

"Really? I mean you're never that happy to talk to me even when I go on tour for a year and stuff"

"Calum, of course I am. You're my man. My favourite boy. You make me the happiest girl and you know that. It's just that I haven't spoken to Jason for a really really long time and I was pretty happy to finally hear from him. But I swear, no one has my heart but you" you said softly.

He looked at you for a few seconds in silence and then said,

"Me and you forever right?"

"Forever and ever."

You grinned and he grinned back at you. He pulled you closer to him and gave you a long, tight hug. "I love calling you my girl" he said in-between kisses on your forehead. "I love being your girl" you giggled.

A/N: Really enjoyed writing this one haha. Send me a message if you want a he gets jealous imagine for the other boys.

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Bridges// Calum Hood

You know that feeling when you’re lying in bed and it’s raining heavy outside and the wind is rattling your windows, but none of that matters because you feel so safe and secure in the worth of your bed. Calum was the human embodiment of that feeling for you, he was the warm duvet pressing tight to your body warming up your cold bones, he was the windows protecting your from the storm of the world. Until, one day he didn’t love you anymore, no real reason just everything he once found cute, and endearing about you he now hated. The way you scrunched your nose up just because he used to find that so cute it just irritated him now, the way you never knew where to eat he lost patience for it. You had spent weeks crying over the break up, searching twitter for any new photos of him, searching for a sign that he was as low as you. Your friend Courtney had her birthday party this week and you know Calum was going to be there, you’d spend the weeks leading up to the party desperately trying to think of the right things to say when you saw him again, but now here he stands all of 6 foot away from you. He’s wearing tight fitted smart casual black trousers and his green empathy hoodie you loved so much. He looked really good smiling brightly, skin glowing and it killed you to know that maybe he’s been doing okay and doesn’t miss you. You decided to slip outside the smell of weed filling your nostrils, you glance up and spot Calum leaning against a wall in a hushed conversation with Ashton. Ashton hands Calum a small package most likely to be LSD or Ecstasy they were always Calum’s go to. You weren’t a fan of his drug use and made it very clear it was the cause of most arguments the two of you had, broken promises about quitting or not being high when he obviously was, it was just lie after lie when drugs were involved. Ashton walks off leaving Calum stood alone, the wind blows sending shivers over your body and Calum pulls his hood up to protect his ears in a way that reminds you of an infant. You take a sip of your drink focusing on a game of beer pong happening in the corner “want to join in?” A familiar voice asks you, you glance up and see Calum stood next to you now , his deep brown eyes reflecting the fairy lights outsides, you always admired the way his eyes reflected whatever they were looking at, a bit like a chamomile they adapted to their environment. “I don’t like beer” you purse your lip a tiny bit annoyed he didn’t remember a basic fact about you. “I know, I just wasn’t sure how to start the conversation” he smiles lips pursed a hopefully look in his eyes. Silence falls between the two of you, Calum lights up a spliff in this time inhaling deeply, he doesn’t bothering offering you any knowing you’d refuse. “How you been Calum?” “Alright, tours kept me busy which is good. Everyone always has loads of parties and nights out when we’re home so even though we’ve been home it’s been busy...struggled to find time time to sit down, relax and have a think to be honest” “You haven’t thought about us?” You ask him your eyes slightly glassed over at the thought that Calum hasn’t thought about you once. “Of course I have, I thought I’d be so busy I’d have no time to but when I was on stage I’d think about especially when playing Valentine, I mean that song was written for you” Calum scoffs dropping his spliff and lighting another immediately. “What about you? You thought of me much?” Calum asks with morbid curiosity his voice timid all you can do is nod, “all the time”.  You shuffle away from Calum a little bit the smoke that’s clouding him becoming a little too much for you. “Do you drink now?” Calum gestured to the plastic cup in your hand “no it’s lemonade” you smile at him “someone’s got to look after everyone else” “You don’t have to look after everyone else all the time, you know that?” “I know...but after my dad I can’t help but think that if I’m sober I can do more to help” “Your dad was an addict. No one here is” “You don’t know that, people are very good at hiding addictions” “Not me” Calum holds up the cigarette in his right hand “plain as day” he offers you a sad smile. You laugh lightly looking back down at the floor, “polar opposite we are” Calum grins up at the night sky. “You can say that again” you both laugh this time. Calum is sweet honey, sunshine and fresh strawberries all things sweet and nice, whereas you are more like a rough tide, a loud voice refusing to be silent,in a different time you would have balanced one another out but there was too much extraneous variables for it to work out this time. the two of you glanced one another out for a while, you glance up at the night sky trying to think of something to say. “I love how you type “ahaha” instead of “hahaha” it’s far more accurate.” Calum speaks up “what?” You respond confused “When you text. Ahaha sounds far more close to someone actually laughing, I miss your grandma texting” You laugh and Calum joins in remembering the way you’d joke about your old woman texting, it’s been a while since you heard Calum’s laugh and you think about the last time you heard it. You’d come home from Luke’s birthday party and had been up talking for hours, it was one of the rare weekends he got home in LA neither of you having to work, you’d almost forgotten what it sounded like till that moment. “I miss you Calum, I’m through lying and the other day a guy at a bar told me he liked my ring, the one you bought me and I realised that despite everything you’re the only person I want to be around.” You immediately regretted speaking “fuck I shouldn’t have said anything, we shouldn’t talk.” “I miss you too, but sometimes love isn’t enough” “Love isn’t enough, then what is Calum” her voice raises slightly. 

“Damnit I don’t know, but that’s the thing with the one who don’t need to know what it is you just need to know. But I don’t know. You deserve someone who doesn’t know why they love you, butt they do it anyway not someone who spends most of his time searching for reasons to love you”. her gaze lowers to the floor tears welling in her eyes “I want you though” she whispers quietly but Calum still hears her, he scoffs before speaking “no you don’t. Trust me. One day you’l meet a boy and he’ll make you feel so whole that you’ll forget all about how empty you’re feeling right now. You don’t want me, you just want someone to love, you’re so used to having people rely on you, you don’t know how to function if you’re not looking after someone else. I don’t need you to look after me. Love yourself, spend time focusing on yourself rather than searching for empty bodies to force your love on” Calum speak soberly taking a drag of his cigarette as the brunette chews on his words. “I don’t know how you feel y/n I’m just offering you the only advice I know”. She takes another sip of her lemonade nodding slowly “thanks Calum”. Calum puts his arm around her pulling her closer, the warmth and comfort Calum brings envelopes her silencing her racing mind but it’s very quickly pulled away and she’s back in the rain again, the weight of the world without Calum pressed against her side. “It’s all a process of moving on and getting over it” Calum speaks so matter factly, she wants to scream at him, hit him, hurt him just because he doesn’t understand but she could never do that Calum she instead she nods smiling softly at him and heading inside, driving home crying the entire way home. 

A/N: sorry about the ending I really struggled with knowing how to end it. Hope you like it, feedback is appreciated. 

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