5sos interracial preferences & Imagines

You meet for the first time (You're a single mum)

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Calum-

"Mummy! Mummy!" Your three year old son chants. "Can we get ice cream? Please."

He does his cutest smile for you.

"Okay, it has to be later though. We've gotta shop for groceries."

"You Pinky promise we'll get some?"

"Pinky promise," You wrap your pinky around his tiny one.

As you check prices of certain groceries you notice your son is no longer there.

"Ty!" You call, looking through different aisles. You were scared someone might have kidnapped your only child.

After minutes of looking you hear a voice speaking to you.

"Excuse me, miss. Does he belong to you?" A guy around the same age as you asks as he points to your son.

"Yes, thank you." You say in relief to the tall man with dark hair and eyes.

"What have I told you about running off without me knowing?" You scold your son.

"I sorry, mum," He pouts.

Even though you were furious that he ran off your heart softened.

"Hey, I'm (Your Name). This is my son Ty." You say to the young man.

He smiles. "I'm Calum. He told me his name, actually and his age."

"Two things he knows best." You smile politely. "It was nice to meet you Calum. We've got to go now if we want to catch the ice cream store."

"Mummy pinky promised!" He tells Calum.

"She did?" He nods his head and Calum smiles. "Okay, have a good day."

"Come with us! There's lots of ice cream in the store."

You eye your son. "I think the man has something to do, Ty."

"No, no. I'd be delighted to join you two. I love ice cream. Chocolate is my favorite." He smirks at you.

Michael-

"Ow!" Your daughter yells as she falls on her bum.

Your daughter wasn't looking where she was running and so she ran straight into some very long legs, causing her to fall flat.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." A tall boy with blue hair says. His cheeks are red of embarrassment as he helps your child up.

"I'm so so sorry." He apologizes again.

You smile at him. "It's okay. She didn't fall too hard. It's not even your fault,"

Your daughter is rubbing her bum with a huge pout on her face.

"I told you not to run." You say to her.

"I feel like shit," He says and his eyes widen as he realize he cussed in front of your daughter. "I'm sorry! Today is seriously not my day."

You laugh. "I'm (Your Name), this is my daughter Naomi."

"Hi." She whispers shyly.

He smiles brightly at her and stoops down to her. "I'm Michael. Sorry for earlier,"

"It's okay."

"How about I take you out for some sweets to make up for it?"

At the mention of sweets, her eyes light up. "Can mummy come too?"