Youngblood Stories

She didn't plan for it to continue after the festival. Now it's real life, distance, and something that never got clearly defined in the first place. He says it's easy. She's not sure what "easy" is supposed to look like anymore. And somehow, he's still there, just in a different way. ---- This is the sequel to „Borrowed Time", I suggest to read it first.

a Calum Hood Fanfic Takes place around October 2016 after slfl ends *Short story* On the drive home from their last radio interview after announcing their hiatus, 5SOS gets caught in one of the deadliest storms of the year in Chicago, the closest place to pull over and take cover in is inside a church. Working alone in the church is 19-year-old Ivy Stewart, she has worked there ever since she was little only recently replacing her dad as the main caretaker after he passed away. She now lives in the church's attic. 5SOS are inspired by the aesthetics of the church thanks to Ivy and they propose a deal she can't turn down. Warning: Probably won't get updated frequently, I am focusing on Wildflower for the most part

Combination of one shots/imagines with Patrick Stump (cover by @bandomlyfee)

"it's called songs I wrote for you. so we'd never forgot our story. I don't really know what else to say except I love you and I'll never forget you. the title probably gave it away but these are all the songs i ever wrote for you and I hope you love them all." - calum a story in which calum hood reminisces over old times with the love of his life.

i'd never felt more stuck in my life, before him that is. i couldn't get out of this cycle, this schedule. i felt bored, but exhausted at the same time. i felt the longing, aching, need to do something, anything. but i didn't know what, or where to begin. until a boy with curly blonde hair and his friends moved in next door, "an escape from some sort of past," he said, and i didn't understand it at the time. i couldn't have prepared for the tidal wave of changes in my life that "past" would bring.

She came for four days of music, sun, and forgetting real life. She didn't expect him. When she meets a stranger at a festival, it starts with a cigarette-for-beer deal and ends in something she can't quite define. He is grounded, effortless, and dangerously easy to fall into. For four days, it feels like the world outside the festival doesn't exist. But nothing at a festival is real forever.

-Darla and Ashton two best friends since they were kiddos, they met while being next door neighbors, Darla was six and Ashton was Eight, one day under their special treehouse which was located home in Sydney Australia they promised to be Best Friends forever, but how long was forever really....... when a few years go by Ashton decides to form a band with three other guys eventually taking off for seven years and becoming a success meanwhile Darla takes another route in life in Sydney but what happens when Celeste gets Darla meet and Greet tickets to see a band named 5 seconds of Summer? Will she see a familiar face? Will she see change after no contact for 7 years? ©Sweetcherryafi All right Reserved- Sweetcherryafi(2018)

For starters please excuse my terrible spelling and grammer, I am in no way a professional. This is based on the Song Ghost of You by 5SOS. Written from the Girls POV. Also this is how I envision the music video to be like. When you read listen to the song to get the full effect.

"It was so dark, cold. It felt like my body given up and stopped seeking refuge. My mind deteriorated into blackness and negativity. Nothing could save me." Calum said while clutching his chest and sobbing. The boys didn't know it was this serious.

Jadenne Youngblood is an expert concierge who has a reputation among her bosses as being the finest worker their hotel has ever seen. She takes the time to get to know every guest and advises them accordingly on what will be best for them. Jadenne Youngblood hopes to promote Florida's natural beauty by publishing a book of poetry about life there.

Police sirens, running reckless through town. {6 word quote found on tumblr}

Call it poetry, call it rhymes, call it words, call it whatever you want, but at the end of the day, they're feelings that can't be shut out.

Imagines with Calum Hood ✨ Requests are open! No smut or personal imagines allowed but I'll write almost anything else. Happy reading, lovelies 💜 Highest rankings: ♡ #1 in easier ♡ ♡ #1 in calumhoodimagines ♡ ♡ #1 in 5sos ♡ ♡ #1 in 5sosimagines ♡ ♡ #1 in teeth ♡ ♡ #3 in youngblood ♡ ♡ #4 in imagines ♡ ♡ #7 in michaelclifford ♡ ♡ #8 in lukehemmings ♡ ♡ #10 in calumhood ♡ •started: 8-4-19 •completed:

[UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION] A visit to Australia's most famous beach turns into something more, and 18-year-old Sophia Addington is swept off of her feet into a whirlpool of unexpected events-both literally and figuratively.

"You're a really good singer. How long have you been performing on the streets?" "Ever since I was 10" "Wow. Almost 10 years now? That's amazing!" "Yea.." "What's wrong?" "You're Calum Hood. You shouldn't be talking to some girl on the street. You should be talking to models or actresses." "You already have more talent than what these models and actresses have." "you think?" "I know"

Patrick Stump has a great life. A beautiful baby boy, a happy wife, and the most amazing friends he could ask for. But one morning after getting an alarming phone call, everything in Patrick's life begins to fall apart. Will anything ever be the same?

don't forget that you loved me once // continuation/sequel to Talk Fast Started on January 1, 2019 Ended June 15, 2019

"Hey look," Alex exclaimed excitedly "we are a group of rejects now" Lily smiled at the comment of her new friend and Storm rolled her eyes as she always did, although, Lily could tell she was trying to suppress a smile. - They never thought that their life's were going to change that much after meeting those boys.

Calum's mouth was merely a smile, cheeks puffed with air as his mind dragged over one thought to another, trying his absolute hardest to try and string together the right concoction of words; your own eyes piercing into his as a stream of sodium light consumed the confined space around you, his chest inches away from yours as he breathed out shallowly. "I don't even have a record player," He'd simply hum, his words falling just short of surprise as you failed to keep a tight lipped frown. A flood of fuzzy memories clouded your vision as you remembered him thumbing through vinyl records, smirking to himself at a few album covers that he actually recognised, your conversation's always being half-attempted as you'd revel in watching him through glazed pupils from behind the counter; all the time's he made excuse after excuse to you, always grinning that it was his best friends birthday or his cousins wedding anniversary. Calum shifted from one foot to the other, his mouth desperately grabbing at words as he watched you through thick, curled lashes, "I came in here to see you. To always see you." And it felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs, several invisible stabs at your chest leaving you utterly speechless as you wait for his laughter to slash through the silence and deliver the punchline. But he didn't - his own palm dragging down the side of his face as he pulled the corner of his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, plumping the skin and rolling into into a small ball of flesh. "I was desperate to fall in in... So sick of the way I had to watch everyone else around me tumble into whirlwind romances. And I always asked myself when it was going to be my turn; when I was going to finally feel something," Calum's voice was barely audible as the gentle hum of traffic whizzed past the polished windows, "You made me feel something."