superhero - 5sos

I'm in a superhero-y kinda mood. - CALUM: superhero ability; earth (bc his costume is green) (he's like a mix of Terra from Teen Titans and that blind girl from Avatar, but with more abilities) - "For the people of New York City, and rhinos everywhere, I suggest you put your metal paws up in the air." He said into the the megaphone, sitting himself down on the taxi. You stood back, watching the lemon-limed hero's fight scene. "No!" Rhino-Man screamed at him, his thick Russian accent evident in his voice, "I suggest you come up here and meet your death!" "Did you just invite me to my death?" Cal-Pal replied, calmly swaying his legs back and forth on the taxi car. "Yeah!" "I'll be right there." He replied cockily. He jumped off the hood of the car, then uplifted a rock underneath his body, using it as a hover board. His face was covered with a beanie, eyes cut out and goggles went over them. Vines flew out of his wrists, wrapping around the robot and swinging him around in the air. Rhino-Man's screams were loud and could be heard from miles and miles away. Cal-Pal threw him toward a building, then slowly made his way up to him. "You dead yet? Or you want some more?" Rhino-Man managed to make himself stand, which was surprising to you, seeing that his both the arms were flown off and wires stuck out of his sides. Cal-Pal finished him within minutes, his parts scrambled all over the debris of the building. Once you were done, you glanced over the scene over again. You noticed something gleaming under a broken wall. A timer. It blinked, signaling that there were only 30 seconds until. . Until what? You scanned the room looking, desperately trying to figure something out. Unless. . . A weapon was lying underneath the ground. The only thing that could make sense, it couldn't be seen, and far out of reach. A bomb, something. Whatever it was, it was still dangerous. 15 seconds. You ran, as fast as you could, trying to safety. You were too deep in the scene to realize how far you were from the streets, you knew you couldn't make it. You took in a sharp intake of air, stopping yourself. You knew what'd come next. A tsunami of debris would fly out from under you, killing you, within seconds. You shut your eyes, awaiting for your death. Then you felt something. Someone, to be more precise, grab you. You opened your eyes, even more frightened then you were just a moment ago. The city was beneath you, air continuously hitting your face. Your breathing picked up, as did your adrenaline. You looked down, toward the arms that held you. Then back at the man who did. It was him, Cal-Pal, the hero that just saved the city. Your breathing only picked up, and your nervousness got the best of you. He lowered you down to the streets. You stared at the building behind him, burning. "You alright, beautiful -- er I mean, um girl?" He questioned, glancing at the broken camera that you held. "You were taking pictures huh? Next time, wait until the police are finished with area, okay?" You could only nod, your body trembled with nervousness. He sighed, then asked, "What's your name?" "I-uh, Y/N." You stammered. "Well, Y/N, be careful, alright?" He said, wrapping his arms around you. "There's no need to be nervous, by the way." - LUKE superhero ability: telekinesis ( moving stuff with ur mind ) - "Well, there's no place like home." He shrugged, taking Green Goblin's threat very lightly. The mutant growled in anger, rushing toward Dr. Fluke. Dr. Fluke only chuckled, with a wave of his fingers, Green Goblin was thrown backwards. He slowly walked toward the goblin, after seeing he was still alive he shot him back once more, only this time, into a water plant. "Shit!" The blonde cried out, then attempted to hold the water back with his inhumane ability, which worked, but allowed the Green Goblin to escape. He still waited there, holding the water firmly in place with his inhumane ability. You stood there, you've been standing there, frozen. Ever since the Green Goblin tried to get his hands on you. Why? You had no idea. You were traumatized, his coiled hands trying to get a hold of you, only to throw you onto the roof of the OSCORP building. To kill you, maybe. You stood there, watching them fight from a safe view. Up until now, when the workers were gone, and everyone seemed to diss the scene. He was still there. Just standing there, staring at the water plant. Before you knew it, you were right behind him. Pulled, flown, taken to him. Your body had just been taken over, and you were drawn toward him, like some magnetic force. "Who are you and what to you want?" He questions bluntly, not bothering to turn around. Your voice was caught in your throat, nothing managed to spill out. That's when he turned around, his blue eyes staring down in yours. His mask was taken off, you had a clear view of his face. He spoke again, his voice strict, "I'm going to ask this one more time, who are you and what do you want?" "I-I-I just, I'm Y/N." You stated, "I, uh, come in peace? I'm sorry, I don't really know what to say it's just-" "Why'd he want you?" He avoided eye contact, staring off at the path where the mutant had left. "I-I don't know." You replied honestly, "He just did." "No need to state the obvious." He huffed, then looked into your fearful eyes, his voice softened, "Just, stay low, and be safe. Don't want him attacking you again, do ya?" He started onward, to the city. You turned as well, trailing behind him. Right before you two went your separate ways, he speaks up, "You've seen my face." "Yeah. ." "Well," he began. "You know that this is supposed to be like a secret -- you've seen superhero movies before, right?" You nodded, gesturing him to continue. He pursed his lips, letting out a heavy breath. "Don't tell anyone about my identity, I guess you can call it. Just please?" You grinned, "Sure. What do I get in return?" "Protecting the city you live in? Risking my life?" "Fair enough." - Michael superhero ability; fire (bc his costume is red) - "Heyo, Sparkles!" The blood-red costume appeared on top of a building. The crowd that were held by the fence of electricity made by Electro sighed in relief, murmuring their thanks. "And what do you want?" Electro harshly spat, eying Mike-Ro-Wave, which many thought was a childish name, Mike stared back, a cocky smirk formed on his lips. "A fight. You up for it, mate?" Mike questioned, jumping off the side of the building, and steadily landing at the front of the electrified man, "Electricity and fire, huh? Let's see how that works out." Electro barked out a laugh, "You're a stupid kid." The blue-man struck Mike with a blast of lightning, flinging him backward. He slowly picked himself up, then wiped the blood that spilled out of his mouth. After just one hit? you wondered, already that much damage? Mike-Ro-Wave's rage only rose, and fire sparked from his hands. "I'm a stupid kid, huh? At least I'm not stupid enough to turn myself into -- whatever you are." He flung the fireballs toward the man, making fall back onto a car. Electro stumbled up, leaving a dent in the taxi-cab. Electro shook his head, muttering profanities under his breath. He looked up at Mike, then hit him again with an electrical shock. That didn't stop him, Mike formed a fire in his bare hands, circular and ginormous. He aimed toward Electro, then shot after shot, painfully injuring the hooded man. "This isn't over!" He screeched as his body disappeared from sight. Everyone ran from the scene, except for you. You glanced at the hero once more, acknowledging the fact that every other time or so, he'd show up with a different hair color. "Hey, girl, you shouldn't be out this late. I'd go on home if I were you." He spoke up, clearing his throat. "Well, you're not me." You replied, "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you." Mike raised an eyebrow, confusion obvious to the features that were visible. He smiled gratefully, "I guess it's nice to meet you too, Y/N. I should be going about now." You nodded in agreement, "I should be too. ." "See ya." He concluded, walking in the opposite direction. "See you." You said in a lower tone. - Ashton his power is super strength if that wasn't obvious already. - "Alright, everyone out!" A voice instructed, causing everyone to flood out of the halls, down the steps, and out to safety. Except you, you barely even heard the voice, your earbuds were plugged in, and you were lost in the words of the book held in your hands. "Giant lizard? You've got to be fucking kidding me." Ashton muttered, pulling out his suit from his satchel. His anger evoke his abilities, like the Hulk, expect -- you know? Real? You read the darkened words that were splattered over the coffee brown pages, anticipating the arrival of the Ceremony of Twelve, in the book The Giver. "Doctor! Think this through this isn't-" Before Ashton could continue, his body was held by Doctor Thomason's tail, then released against the lockers. "-You." Ashton, or should I say Smash now that his super abilities were a go and his costume -- er I mean suit, was thrown onto his body. Smash let out heavy breaths, pushing himself up. "Alright," he began, anger in every feature. "now, I'm mad." He threw punches at the overgrown lizard, pushing him against walls, attempting to throw him out of shattered windows while you, in the library, were oblivious to the entire situation. Music blared from your earbuds, you were lost in both the book and the music. CRASH You heard, making your head turn toward the noise. Slowly, you trailed to the door, opening it for a peek of what was going on. Who's science experiment was that? Was the first thought that came to mind. I mean, if you saw a giant lizard a super muscular man at your school during Science Fair Week, what would you think? "Agh!" Your eyes averted to the man in the blue suit, you knew him, everyone did. The hero of LA, some might call him. His neck was trapped around the claws of his enemy, his arms being held by a tail. You walked toward the scene, grabbing the only weapon you could find on a school campus; a debating trophy. You took quiet, but hurried steps, toward the lizard-man-thing. Once you were behind him, you whacked him on the head with the sharp edge of the golden trophy. He hissed, turning his body toward you. The lizard dropped Smash, and your breathing picked up. Did you plan what would happen next after this? No, you thought he'd faint or die or something. But now, with the failed-science-experiment sneering at you, you wished you thought it through. Smash lifted himself up, throwing himself toward the back of Lizard-Dude. Lizard-Dude clawed at Smash's arms, causing him to lose his grip. Smash panted, gripping Lizard-Dude's tail, flinging him out the window. Sirens were ringing faintly, disturbing the scene slightly. Cops shot at the lizard, any weapon that they had, they used. Smash turned around, then smiled at you, "Thanks, by the way." He said then went off, to re-join the battle. - I'm so unoriginal yikes

opening act part two ! michael imagine

"Hi?" Sakura greeted, clearly confused by the four boys who suddenly decided to be decent people and speak to them.

"Hey, I'm Ashton, this is Calum, Michael, and Lucas—" He pointed to each of his band mates, before getting interrupted.

"Luke." The blonde corrected.

"Yeah that's what I said," Ashton replied. "So anyway. We just wanted to chill, and hang out with y'all."

"Y'all?" January repeated, "Don't.. Just no."

The girls were a bit stiff and unwelcoming to the idea of new friends. It had always been the four of you since forever. The only time any of them gave someone else a chance, they would ruin it completely. A few fake friends later, they decided their four-piece was more than enough.

Oh, and January grew up in Texas, and she hates anyone who uses the word, ‘y'all’.

"Well.. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." You spoke up, breaking the thick awkward silence.

"That's January Mendes — um, she's the bassist. Karla Catrina — lead guitar.. Sakura — her real name is Lana, I don't know why we don't just call her that."

"Lana's a boring name." She answered, throwing back her teal locks. "I'm the lead."

"And I'm drums."

"Cool — you guys playing Fifa?" Luke noticed, making the other boys' faces light up.

"Yeah.. Up for a game?"

"Hell fucking yeah!" Michael said, pumping his fists up in the air.

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Paradise Lost, lost.

5 Seconds Of Bummer — er, Summer, won.

Again, and again, and again. No matter how many games they continued to win each match. You weren't sure if they were cheating or if you just sucked.

OPENING ACT Part Two - Michael

"Hi?" Sakura greeted, clearly confused by the four boys who suddenly decided to be decent people and speak to them.

"Hey, I'm Ashton, this is Calum, Michael, and Lucas—" He pointed to each of his band mates, before getting interrupted.

"Luke." The blonde corrected.

"Yeah that's what I said," Ashton replied. "So anyway. We just wanted to chill, and hang out with y'all."

"Y'all?" January repeated, "Don't.. Just no."

The girls were a bit stiff and unwelcoming to the idea of new friends. It had always been the four of you since forever. The only time any of them gave someone else a chance, they would ruin it completely. A few fake friends later, they decided their four-piece was more than enough.

Oh, and January grew up in Texas, and she hates anyone who uses the word, ‘y'all’.

"Well.. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." You spoke up, breaking the thick awkward silence.

"That's January Mendes — um, she's the bassist. Karla Catrina — lead guitar.. Sakura — her real name is Lana, I don't know why we don't just call her that."

"Lana's a boring name." She answered, throwing back her teal locks. "I'm the lead."

"And I'm drums."

"Cool — you guys playing Fifa?" Luke noticed, making the other boys' faces light up.

"Yeah.. Up for a game?"

"Hell fucking yeah!" Michael said, pumping his fists up in the air.

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Paradise Lost, lost.

5 Seconds Of Bummer — er, Summer, won.

Again, and again, and again. No matter how many games they continued to win each match. You weren't sure if they were cheating or if you just sucked.

"It's late." Calum spoke up, "We should be getting to sleep."

"It's only like, 2AM!"

"Exactly?"

"You guys are no fun."

"We know." Luke responded, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "We have a few early radio interviews. Got to get some sleep."

"Fine. Rematch tomorrow." You responded.

"Ah, I see you have fun losing." Michael laughed jokingly, standing up from his seat to join his group.

"We like losing ourselves, not games. Now get some sleep, buzzkills."

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guys I'm ultra busy now because of school, sry requests are going to come slow! I'm definitely going to write more soon though, requests or not haha! lots of love.

panic attack - ashton

he felt as if his throat was closing up.. yet it wasn't. he was struggling to speak, to breathe, to live. the stress, the nerves, everything finally got to him and he couldn't help but break down. "Ashton!" you called out, walking down the empty halls to announce how much time was left until the show. he wanted to respond. he wanted to call out to you, ask for help, yell, scream, but he couldn't, nothing but tears ran down his face. you immediately ran toward him once you spotted him, telling him to breathe, not to give up. "Ashton," you began slowly, "calm down, it's okay, everything's okay." he began to believe it after hearing you say it repeatedly, he began to feel himself breath again, the tears halted. he was okay. "Thank you," his voice came out a bit forced and weak, but it was more than enough to assure you that he was fine.

If You Don’t Know - Calum

Word count: 1,286

Tags: angst, cal smoking??, kinda sad. i wrote this at 1 am so it’s all over the place but i hope you enjoy it!

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It was late on a Sunday night, the band was on their world tour. You and Cal had been dating for about eight months and made a serious commitment to keep in contact with each other while he was traveling the world and you were stuck at home. You had seen pictures of him in clubs and other girls dancing on him, and he looked so pleased with himself. The promises of phone calls faded away, and you were lucky for a text every other week. You had finally gotten him on the phone on one of his off days, he was laying in his bunk and you were laying in the empty bed that you once had shared with him.

“Calum, I just - I miss you so much. You’ve been gone for months and I just… “You what?” “I love you, so much. But my heart yearns for you, I know you’re here but it just doesn’t feel like it anymore. I’m so sad without you.” “Is this about me not calling you like we promised?” “Um…yeah.” “I go to sleep after every show, ask any of the guys.” “So the photos of you clubbing with some random girls are fake then?” “Y/N….I.” you sighed at his remark. “Let's forget the past, I swear we'll make this last.” he added. “You’ve been gone for three months, it’ll be another five until you’re home. I don’t know if I can take it, being by myself. All I have are the pictures of us, and videos, and your shirts, but I need you to be next to me when I sleep. I miss your warmth. I just need to know you haven’t slept with anyone while on tour.” “No.” he said sternly. “You telling me lies, Hood?” “I’m telling you the truth.” “How can I trust you?” “I remember the taste of your skin, and the way that you looked, you have those eyes. I remember the way I felt inside.” “Is that the only thing you remember me for? My body? Cal…”

You never went all the way with him, and he respects that 100%. But you’ve done basically everything else besides having sex. Calum respects you enough and respects your body and that’s why you loved him most. Or so you thought.

“No no no no. I remember you for so much more. I still know the name of the songs that make you cry. I know that one song you sing in the shower that I wrote for you, and you learned it on the guitar, and we would sing and play together. Remember? Remember when we fight. I love our fights. You would scream, you would call me crazy. And I would laugh, you were mad but you'd always kiss me.” “I know.” you smiled slightly, reminiscing on all the stupid arguments you had that always led to make-up makeup sessions. “Can you do something for me, kitten?” “I guess.” you sigh, remembering you needed to be mad at him. “Go into our closet.” “I don’t wanna get out of bed, though.” “Just trust me, babygirl.”

You threw the covers off of yourself and went into the walk-in closet across the room. Calum had one side, you had the other, and the back of it was full of boxes of photographs and sweaters and clothes you two shared.

“I’m here.” “Okay, on your side of the closet, look on the bottom shelf. Look for the shirt that I had that you always borrowed.”

You put the phone on speaker and set it onto the wooden floor carefully.

“It’s been gone for what seems like ever, Cal. I think it got lost in the laundry, I went through all of it and fell asleep on top of it all. When I woke, it was gone.” “I have it with me.” “Oh, that explains a lot. So why the FUCK am I standing in our closet.” “Look for my black hoodie. The really worn out one with the holes in the sleeves and the frayed strings.” “Is it gonna be gone too?” “No, I promise it’s there. Just look.”

You stood up and began to shift through his clothes, closing your eyes and taking in the scent of him. It wasn’t even cologne, it was just the smell of love and safety. Two things you missed from him. You found the hoodie and took it off the rack, holding it to your chest.

“I found it.” “See? I told you it was there.” “Yeah.” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “Y/N, I need you to look in the pockets.” “Is everything okay?” “You trust me, right?” “Yeah.” your voice cracked at the answer. “Just look.” “I feel like I’m on a scavenger hunt.”

He laughs at your joke, and you can see him in your imagination. His head tilted back slightly, the creases by his eyes wrinkled in happiness. His smile adorning his dimples that went on for miles. You stuck your hand into the pocket and felt a box. You pulled it out and realized they were cigarettes.

“Cal?” “I’m addicted to two things, Y/N. Cigarettes and you.” “How long have you been smoking?” “Almost two years.” “You know what this does to your lungs, right?” “Yes, I’ve been giving the cancer speech twenty-thousand times.” “Calum, I-“ you began to cry “I want you to want me this way, and.” “I’ll always want you. That’s the entire reason I called you. I need you. I crave your body against mine. Without you I’m numb. That sounds so cliché and clingy and I sound so needy and you probably want to break up with me but you’re all I have. You have the band and fans and groupies and alcohol; distractions. All I have is an empty bed and a breaking soul.” you managed to speak through the sobs coming out of your mouth. “If you say that you don't feel a thing, if you don't know, let me go.” “W-what?” “If you don't know then just let me go.” “Know what?” “I told you this would be hard for us, Y/N. I’m seven thousand miles away and I can’t be there by tomorrow. I have a job to do, and I need you to need me to stay. I love you. You know this. The boys and I get a break in about two weeks, can you wait until then? I’ll be there soon, just hold on and I promise we can make it through. I’m just as clingy, if not more, as you are. It lets me know that you’re still here for me. Thank you, and I’m sorry for the empty phone lines between us. I’m just trying to figure myself out. I think we both are at this point. Please remember that you are my universe, and I’m counting down by the hour until I get to see you. I actually have a countdown on my phone that I check everyday.” “Really?” “Really really.” he quotes Shrek, sending you into a fit of giggles. “There’s that laugh I love.” he smiles, and you sigh. “You know exactly what to say.” “I try.” he laughs again. “I don’t even know how we got to this point, but I’m thankful that we worked things through.” “I am too, please remember every word that I said. I really do care about you, Y/N.” “I believe that.” “Always do. Hold on to the thought of me. Hold on to my hoodie. Wear my clothes. Know that I’m thinking of you in every interview, performance, and dream. Everything I do, I dedicate to you.”

masterlist

IMAGINES 

badboy!michael (actually a blurb lol)  

badboy!calum 

cheater!calum 

cheater!luke {i cant find it anywhere on my blog help)

opening act, michael 

panic attack, ashton coming soon 

other stuff

how Michael would ask u out 

suggested imagines (not by me) 

 get out of my house {calum} by ultraviolence-feelings