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lipringlrh · 1 year

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new years day - cth

summary: it's the afternoon following your new year's party, and all you and calum are doing is cleaning when you find some unextpected poleroids. loosely based on ‘new years day’ by taylor swift.

pairing: calum hood x genderneutral!reader

an: from the last week, i’ve had one thing show up in tags so i’m praying this does lmao.

word count: 850

warnings: a joint, alcohol, kissing, fluff

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There's glitter on the floor after the party

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me from the night before

It was yours and Calum's turn, this year, to host the New Year's Party. It'd been passed around his friend group for what felt like forever, so when it came back to him, he wanted it to be a night to remember.

And, of course it was. The house was full of people - all of which enjoying themselves, and his backyard. The party ended around 4 after everyone had went home, leaving just you and him sat around a fire outiside, you on his lap, sharing a joint.

Whilst the party was great, the moring wasn't. You'd both woken up far later than usual, yet it felt like neither of you had slept at all. Luckily, by the end of the night you'd both eaten and drunk enough you werent too hungover in the morning - that felt like the only plus.

Calum had wanted to get about of bed as soon as he could to clean the house but you on the otherhand, opposed that idea entirely. You'd managed to keep him in bed an extra hour before he managed to trick you into getting up.

You had barely entered the living when you went wide eyed - anything you could possibly imagine was there, coving up your floor almost entirely. You suspected the kitchen wasnt great either, or the garden. Calum had gone to get a bin bag when you finally looked through everything on the floor: party poppers, confetti, a few lighters, and a lot of spilt drinks.

You deemed most of it was rubish so you spent the next hour of the afternoon throwing things away, stealing kisses from your boyfriend in between. Once you were finally finished, you begun taking everything to the front of the house to throw in the bins when you noticed a pile of poleroids on the counter.

You began flicking through them when you realised they must've been pusposefully left. You knew one of Calum's friends brought a poleroid camera, you just didnt expect him to use it this much on the two of you. There was just picture after picture of you and Calum, with him touching you in some way in all of them. There was one of you both you knew he'd taken - one of you and Cal kissing just before midnight, Calum holding you as tight as he could.

Your favourite though was a photo neither of you realised was taken. You were stood there, drink in hand, talking to a friend you couldnt quite make out, with Calum stood next of you, arm tightened around you, and his gaze soley on you. It was a look that you couldn't possibly fake; he just looked completely entranced and in love with you.

You put them in your back pocket and carried on, carrying the bin bags out front. You put them in the right bins before trodding back inside on a mission to find Calum.

You found him inide on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, and beer bottle in hand. He looked up, gesturing towards you to take a seat next to him. "Taking a break, darling, you comin'?"

You nodded, sitting next to him, him immediately placing one arm above your shoulders. You began resting your head on his shoulder and resting your feet by his in retaliation.

You reached into your back pocket again, pulling out the poleroids, "found these just now, what'd y'think?"

He took them from you, passing you the beer in replacemnt, watching you take a swig. He flicked through them, pausing on a few to admire them. He picked out one, pointing it towards you. It was a photo of you stood up by a wall, Calum stood behind you, his hands on your waist, "y'look really pretty in this one."

You hummed as a reply, leaning further into him so you could catch his movements as he flicked through the rest of the photos. He paused on one further towards the back - the same one you had before.

"Love this one, could just stare at you for hours." He carried on looking at the last few, keeping that held to the front. "Wanna put both of these on the fridge, y'just look too good, baby."

You laughed, taking them out of his hands to have a further look at them, "'kay, only if we get the one of you stood at the door on there too - you look so hot in that one. Oh, and the one of us kissing."

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, tightening his arm around you. "Course, baby, whatever you want." He placed the photos onto the arm of the sofa, pulling you up to straddle his lap.

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, holding you down onto him, "happy new years, baby."

But don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

feedback + constructive criticism appreciated.

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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Having a baby with Luke would include...

3/4 in the father-to-be series :

Luke ~ so nervous to be a father that he overcompensates for everything during your pregnancy

You were humming to yourself in the kitchen, the smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven throughout the air and Luke came in through the front door.

“Honey I’m home!” He called out, and you smiled as he found his way to the kitchen, “Oh you can smell those suckers outside.”

“Sorry, had a craving,” You answered and he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands gliding over your stomach.

“I love your cravings,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, “And I love you. How’s baby Hemmings and Mama Hemmings?”

“Baby is content now that they’ve had some cookie dough, Mama is tired because the baby won't let me sleep.”

“How about I finish baking and you go lay down?” He offered, and you giggled as you shook your head.

“I don’t want hockey pucks Lu,” You replied, and he rolled his eyes but accepted it.

“Fine, but I’ll at least order dinner and pick out a movie. What sort of food are you thinking of?”

“Hmm, I could go for some Chinese or even just pasta. Something with noodles I guess.” You responded, and he nodded as he moved from behind you and sat at the counter instead.

“Two more months baby,” He had a big smile on his face as he said, “I’m going to put the crib together tomorrow and then we can finish painting the nursery.”

“Sounds good to me. Have you ordered the food yet?” You asked, and he chuckled.

“It’ll be here in twenty, think you can make it that long?” He asked. You shook your head then opened the fridge again, looking for some sort of snack until then.

“It seems that it doesn’t matter how much I eat, I’m just always hungry.” You mumbled, grabbing a cheese stick from the bottom drawer and sat next to him at the island.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and you leaned into his touch.

“Many times, but I’d love to hear it again.”

“I love you, and the baby that you are carrying and the life that we get to live together.” He murmured, “I love your strength and your joy.”

“I love you too,” You whispered, turning his chin so you could kiss him properly.

Other pregnancy things would include -

His head laying in your lap and singing to your stomach

Gasping so loudly when he could feel the baby kick or move at all

Lots of support from his family, including Liz ordering a sweatshirt for herself that says Nana Hemmings on it

Special souvenirs from all the places he would go to

Like an entire shelf of snowglobes or silly stuffed animals

Luke would be ready the entire last few weeks of your pregnancy

Like anything out of the normal he’s trying to rush you to the hospital and you’d have to talk him down every time

Until finally you are going into labor but you’re trying to convince him that it’s not until he’s fully panicking and calling the hospital and his mom and your mom

#sinning5sos #luke hemmings #5sos #5sos smut #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagines #Luke blurb #5sos blurbs #5 seconds of summer luke #5sos Luke blurb #dad!luke #lrh #lrh blurb #lrh imagine

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 2 years

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Watermelon Su-Flower Fields

A/N: ya girl might've been a bit inebriated while writing part of this. . .getting back into writing smuts are hard lol

Calum HoodXFemale Reader

Warning: smut smut smut, female oral receiving, fingering, foul language, doggy style, unprotected sex, illegal activity (public exposure), soft touches, abuse of food*

*If I missed anything please let me know

The blanket was soft to the touch, its dark blue color contrasting against the vibrant colors of the flowers. You had stumbled across the area. Well more so got lost and found yourselves in an abandoned flower field. You didn't mind though, a warm smile making its way onto your face as you watched him take things out of the picnic basket. "There's literally no one around," he laughed in awe, taking a glance at your surroundings. You could see a glint in his eye when his gaze landed on you. Something brewing in his head and you weren't sure what it was.

"I hope you like watermelon," you said, unboxing the fruit and holding the container out to him. He grabbed one of the cut up cubes, popping it into his mouth. Some of the juice spilled onto his chin and he swiped it away with his thumb. You watched intently as he picked up another piece, but this time held it towards your lips. You leaned forward, mouth opening slightly as you took the fruit into your mouth. Your tongue lightly grazed his thumb and you could see his eyes darken.

"Maybe we should eat this lunch backwards," he said, voice a bit rasp.

"Backwards?" you muttered in confusion. He nodded, cleared his throat, and moved his hand to rest at your uncovered thigh.

"Yea, you know. . .dessert first then the entrée." His thumb began to rub soft circles into your thigh and you found yourself becoming wet at the feeling.

"Oh," you chirped, catching onto what he was saying. You smiled then leaned in for a kiss. His grip on your thigh tightened as he deepened it. Your mouth opened to grant him access to your tongue. You hummed in comfort and your hand crept towards his crotch. it was when you palmed at his bulge that made him pull away from you.

"I thought we were going to eat dessert first?" He said confusedly. You eyebrows furrowed.

"W-Were were not doing that?" you asked, thinking dessert meant sex. You watched him reach into the picnic basket and pull out the strawberry shortcake you had baked, and suddenly you felt embarrassed at the miscommunication. "Oh shit-sorry, I had thought." Calum began to laugh at your flustered state, and he placed the dessert to the side and tugged you towards him.

"I'm just fucking with you," he laughed harder at the stunned look on your face. You rolled your eyes and tossed a piece of watermelon at his face.

"Ha ha. Not funny!" you grumbled, lips falling back on his. Calum smiled into the kiss, and his hands gripped at your waist as the two of you began to makeout. You straddled his lap, hands lacing into his hair and tugging at it. Your hips rolled into his and Calum moaned into your mouth. "I think you owe me," you grumbled against his lips, teeth lightly biting at his bottom lip and dragging it out. Calum pushed at your hips and you slid off him.

"I can think of a way to make it up," he smirked. Calum picked up another piece of watermelon and leaned in towards you. You met him halfway, taking the fruit into your mouth and biting half. "Lay on your back for me," he coaxed, taking the container of fruit. You did as he said, the hem of your dress slightly lifting up. Calum looked down at you with raised eyebrows and you nodded lightly. He lifted the rest of your dress to expose your abdomen and lace underwear. With one fruit already in his mouth, Calum placed a few pieces along your skin. The cold fruit felt ice cold against your hot skin.

"What're you doing?" you giggled, leaning up on your elbows to watch him.

"Adding some sweetness to an already tasty gal," he said, making you roll you eyes at how cheesy he sounded. You laid back down and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Calum's fingers dancing across your skin. Soon you felt his lips on yours. Before you could kiss back Calum pulled away. He sent peck to your forehead then kissed all over your face making you laugh. Calum continued kissing you, and your breath became shallow when you felt him take the watermelon that was rested between your cleavage into his mouth. He kissed at the tops of your breasts then continued to eat and kiss down the rest of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat when he kissed at your clothed heat. Calum could see the affect he had on you and you jolted in your spot when he placed more pressure on your sensitive nub. You hips lifted when you felt him tug at the hem of your panties and soon your bottom half was exposed to the open air.

"Wait wait-what if we get caught?" you gasped in surprise, hands reaching down to cup Calum's chin in your hands before he could do any more. He looked up at you with a pout.

"We found this place because we got lost," Calum said, pointer finger brushing between your folds. "We're legit in the middle of nowhere." His thumb added pressure onto your clit and began to circle it. A small whimpered moan left you lips and your hands removed from his face and down to your sides. Calum smirked, lifting one of your legs so that your calf rested against his shoulder. Your vision blurred a bit when you felt his tongue take a long swipe from your hole to your clit. Your skin lit ablaze and your back arched as he sucked on your clit. A loud moan left your mouth.

"Fuck, Cal," you huffed, eyes closing in bliss. Your wetness mixed in with his saliva gathered in a pool underneath you making the picnic blanket damp. Calum nipped at your clit and you felt him slide a finger into you. Another finger was added and he began to thrust his fingers, teeth lightly pulling at your clit. Loud obscene moans fell from your lips and you could feel Calum smile against you. His hand reached up to massage your breast and a thumb ghosted over your nipple. You shuddered at the feeling, your own hands gripping at his hair. His name tumbled from your lips and Calum stopped for a moment, pressing your clit harder.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he requested, lips puffy and sending featherlike kisses to your bikini line.

"I want you," you choked out, already feeling your orgasm bubble up inside you. You lifted onto your elbows to stare at him through hooded eyelids. Calum sat up, hands leaving your body and making you pout in response. He loved when you wore sundresses and the one you were wearing now was making him extremely hard. Your hands reached for the button of his pants and before Calum could even take a breath you had yanked the fabric down. Calum held in a moan when you grabbed his cock. As much as he wanted your lips around it, Calum wanted to be inside you more. You could tell just from the amount of precum that had gathered at the tip.

"You know what I wanna see?" he said, cupping your cheeks and leaning down to kiss you. You kissed back with passion, tasting yourself on his tongue. Calum pulled away and you nodded already knowing what he wanted. Calum stilled when you began to stroke his cock.

"Turn over for me, baby," he said against your lips. Teeth sinking into his bottom lip so he could concentrate on not trying to cum in your hands. You pulled away from him and turned over so that your ass was facing Calum. He smiled at the sight, hands immediately going towards his second favorite part of your body. Calum's hands rubbed over your ass, fingers brushing between your folds once again. You wiggled your ass closer towards his cock and he smiled.

"You just like to tease," you muttered, a small whimper leaving your lips when you felt the head of his cock push into your entrance for just a second and then out again. You frowned in response, balancing yourself on one hand while the other reached back to stroke his cock.

"Ya know I'm getting a bit peck-ish maybe we should eat," Calum teased even more, faking as if he was pulling away from you.

"Calum, I swear if yo-oh fuck," you grunted at the feeling of Calum pushing into you deeply. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself adjusting to him being inside you. Calum swallowed hard, his own eyes closed and breath shallow. When you stopped pulsating around him, Calum began a slow thrust. His hips snapped into yours at a steady pace and you started to push back against him to meet his pace. One hand gripped tightly at your hip while the other snaked its way up the side of your body. Calum leaned forward a little and sent a kiss to your spine. Loud moans tumbled from your lips and he held you close as you lifted up until your back was flush against his chest. Calum moaned into your ear making you wetter than before. He knew how much you loved to hear him moan. Knew you wanted to hear how good you made him feel.

"Just so wonderful," he whispered, peppering the side of your neck in kisses. You went back down to rest on your forearms and his pace increased. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixing into the songs of the birds. There had been so much sexual tension between the two of you since the day started. Small touches here and there, Calum sucking into the skin of your neck. He had been holding out for a while.

"I'm not gonna last long," Calum warned, fingers reaching down to rub at your clit. Electricity shot through you, your skin feeling a bit raw as your body moved against the fabric of the blanket. Your nipples were hard and you pinched at it. The two of you were loud, and Calum pulled out of you. You turned over to face him and Calum spread your legs open, curling his hips into yours until he was deep inside you again. His face rested in the crook of your neck, and your head turned to the side to capture his lips onto yours. You moaned into his mouth beginning to feel your orgasm approaching. Calum hiked your leg up higher, going in at a different angle and hitting at your g-spot. You squeezed yourself around his cock creating more friction. You knew what would happen, feeling him twitch inside you. "If you're not careful you gon-" swears flew from Calum's lips, when you repeated the action. Your hand reached between your bodies and you rubbed at your clit, hips rotating up to match Calum's pace. You were on the brink of a release and wanted Calum to come along with you. You sucked on Calum's sweet spot and clenched around his cock once again. His body stiffened above yours and your back arched off the ground as you reached your high. Calum quickly pulled out, one hand going down to finger you through your high, while the other pumped his cock as he came over your stomach. After a minute or so his fingers slowed within you. He was panting hard and rested his forehead against yours.

The two of you sat in silence, allowing your breaths to even out. Calum laid down next to you, a goofy grin on his face when you made eye contact with him.

"Well I've definitely worked up an appetite but now I'm sleepy," you laughed, looking down at his pool of cum on your stomach. Calum sat up to reach into the picnic basket. He pulled out some napkins and the macaroni salad you had packed. Your eyes lit up at the food and you hummed in happiness when he handed it over with a fork.

"You packed a feast," Calum said, beginning to clean his release off you. You glanced at your surroundings as you ate, mumbling a 'thank you' towards Calum for cleaning you up.

"Are these wildflowers?" you questioned with a smirk.

"Don't even dare!" Calum groaned out already know the joke that was brewing in your head. You started laughing, and before you could even get the joke out Calum tossed a piece of watermelon at your face. You gasped in surprise and stared at him in shock. "I won't hesitate to throw more at you," he warned. Your lips pursed and you decided not to tease him. Knowing good and well he got enough of those jokes from the boys and fans, but it still made you smile. You had found the perfect picnic spot. Your fantasies of being fucked in a flower field now satisfied.

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bratzforchris · 8 months

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what are your headcannons for little luke? im so soft for the concept :’))

Bubba

a list of headcanons about luke being an age regressor <3

❁luke usually regresses to about 3-4 years old, but when he's had a bad day, he'll usually end up in babyspace as a 1-2 year old

❁his regression originally started as a way to cope with bullying in high school, but now he uses it to manage his stressful career and sometimes just for fun!

❁luke loves deco pacis. he'll scour instagram for various small shops that make pretty ones with beads and cute centers. his favorite paci is baby blue and says "mommy's prince" on it with a cute crown charm

❁like most littles, luke could eat mac n cheese and nuggets for every meal. he also loves sweets and will definitely eat himself to the point of a tummy ache on candy if his caregiver isn't watching

❁luke's favorite toys when he's regressed are barbies, blocks, and stuffed animals

❁when luke's in littlespace, he has a lisp and it's possibly the cutest thing ever

❁when he starts to feel himself slip, luke will use baby lotion and kids toothpaste (watermleon, bubblegum) to help him feel extra small

❁luke's favorite activities when he's regressed are cuddling with mommy, playing with his toys, and coloring

❁even though he has a whole nursery for his regression, luke refuses to spend the night in his baby bed. he'll occasionally lay in there for naps, but when it gets to be bedtime, he has to sleep in mommy's bed

❁he has a massive oral fixation. if there's not a paci in his mouth, he's chewing on something else

❁speaking of which, little luke bites to show his affection. it's not hard, but he'll randomly chomp down on your shoulder, bicep, or finger

❁luke has entirely too many penguin stuffies and they ALL have to sleep in the bed with him

❁he refers to you as mommy, michael as mikey, cal as bubby, and ash as dada

❁luke is a very vocal little. he’s constantly singing or oral stimming and it’s adorable<3

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings headcanons #luke 5sos #5sos agere #5sos age regression #sfw agere #fandom agere #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #luke hemmings x you #5sos #5sos blurbs #5sos headcanons #age regressor #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic

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heartcal · 10 days

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rejected ; c.h. (part viii -- preview)

summary: he was just a silly little crush that you had in high school, and you were sure that after graduating, you would be over it. so why is your heart beating fast as he sits next to you in your first class on your first day of college? chapter summary: "new year, new me." at least, that's what you hoped for, but instead of noticing a change in yourself, you're seeing a shift between calum and ashton. pairing: calum hood x reader (gender-neutral) genre: fluff, angst, classmates to friends to lovers au, college au warning(s): none i think ?? maybe a curse word or two idk preview word count: 486 words

a/n: HEYOOO yikes wow it's been a while huh? plenty of factors have kept me away from posting and writing in general (some were my own doing while some were out of my hands) bUt !! we finally have a preview !!! unclear when the full part will be posted but rest assured, it's coming!! anyway, i'll cut my rambling short, enjoy this preview! series masterlist! | main masterlist!

Ashton looks at Calum for his input to which he only mimics your shrug.

He withholds a sigh, refraining from shaking his head at his friend before speaking up, “How about this: you do the writing portion, Calum and I work on the PowerPoint and the presentation.”

If it gets you out of speaking in front of the class and risk stumbling over your words, you’ll take it.

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m cool with that.”

Ashton smiles, clapping his hand on Calum’s shoulder before standing. He lifts his bag from the desk, checking the time on his phone before placing it into his back pocket, “Let’s meet at the library, say, around 5pm? Then we can work together.”

You smile back at him in agreement, “Sounds good.”

Ashton waves as you take off, oblivious to his friend’s narrowed stare until he turns to face him.

“What was that?” Calum asks, not easing up on his stare.

Ashton hums in confusion, and if he’s joking or not, Calum cannot tell.

“That,” Calum juts his chin towards the door, “what was all that?”

Ashton snorts, “Calum, haven’t you heard? There’s this new thing called ‘being friendly.’”

Ashton turns to leave, knowing Calum will follow behind, and is rolling his eyes at Ashton’s attempt at a joke.

“Ha ha,” Calum laughs sarcastically.

“Seriously, I’m just being friendly, Cal.”

And Calum knows. It isn’t out of the ordinary for Ashton to be friendly—it’s out of the ordinary if Ashton isn’t friendly, for that matter—but he thinks there’s more to it. Where did all this come from? When did this happen? He knows you two weren’t strangers, there was some familiarity for sure, but it feels like it’s out of nowhere.

“Yeah, I know,” Calum starts, but he falters, trying to piece together his next sentence. He doesn’t want to pry, because knowing Ashton, he’ll try to dissect whatever Calum is thinking or feeling.

Calum’s thoughts are interrupted when he bumps into Ashton.

“What’s going on with you?” Ashton questions, eyeing Calum up before pulling him to the side to avoid the foot traffic surrounding them.

“What do you mean?” Calum shrugs, “Nothing’s wrong.”

Ashton raises his eyebrows, another question on the tip of his tongue. He lowers his voice, leaning closer to Calum, “Is this about what happened before the break?”

Calum’s quick to respond, shaking his head as he adjusts his bag’s strap. “Not about that.”

Ashton doesn’t believe him for a second. He picked up on his behavior throughout the class; the glances between himself and you, the short responses, the way his posture changed when he felt the atmosphere grow awkward.

“Well,” he claps, “I need to meet with some admins, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

He bids goodbye to Calum before heading to the administration building, leaving Calum stewing in his own thoughts and knowing he’s hiding more than he’s letting on.

#5sos imagines #5sos blurbs #5sos one shots #5sos drabbles #5 seconds of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer blurbs #5 seconds of summer one shots #5 seconds of summer drabbles #calum hood imagines #calum hood blurbs #calum hood one shots

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freshrained · 1 year

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dating calum during the spring and all of the trees and flowers are blooming and maybe yall go to see the cherry blossom festivals, or hes just randomly picking flowers from the side of the road for you, and so many mornings making breakfast together and spending the morning outside

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fastandtheformula1 · 1 year

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Could I please request one with Ashton? Maybe either friends to lovers or enemies to lovers? Whatever you write, I know will be amazing!

I Wanna Be Yours- Ashton Irwin

a/n: thank you for requesting! here it is!

pairing: ashton irwin x female!reader

summary: you and ashton finally confront your feelings.

warnings: angst, cursing, fluff

word count: 1547

not my gif!

You knew from the moment you met him he was going to be yours. Every time you saw Ashton, you felt alive. You always felt a spark between you two, but sadly the timing was never right for you guys. It was always something to the effect of he had a girlfriend, or you went on a few dates with someone, or one of you had feelings but the other didn’t. You always knew you liked him more than a friend. You always felt butterflies since Micheal’s birthday party four years ago, when he introduced himself to you. Little did you know he felt the same way you did.

“Hi, uh. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Ashton.” The man next to you said, refilling his drink.

You looked up. He was very tall, practically towering over you, and wore all black. His hair was a carmel brown, and fell slightly above his eyebrows. He was pretty built- totally your type. You quickly shook your head to make it look like you weren’t staring. “Nice to meet you, Ashton.”

“How do you know Micheal?” He inquired, taking a sip from his cup.

“Oh, um, our parents worked together.” You said, mirroring his gesture.

“Cool. Uh, sorry, and your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Well Ms. Y/N, happy to meet your acquaintance.”

“You as well.”

A few weeks later, you got a text from him asking you to go to coffee, and you guys clicked. He always had a safe, charming yet sophisticated feel towards him. You never knew exactly what it was that made him have that vibe, but it was something that you always admired.

Now though, things had gotten more complicated. You two weren’t the same awkward strangers standing next to each other. Now, you have been best friends for almost three years. You knew everything about him, from his family life to dyeing his hair to sleeping over at his house. Hell, one time you accidentally walked in on him naked.

But you’ve always been friends. And nothing more. And it killed you every time he referred to you as his “friend”. Sometimes you wanted to just walk up to him and make out with him. You always wanted to be something more. You always had this teetering feeling of Do I like him? Do I not? Every time you saw him, you had to remind yourself that you were just friends. It took everything in you to not say anything to him about your feelings, though it felt like you would burst if you didn’t say anything.

You spent every moment not with him wanting to be with him. He was the first thing you thought of in the morning and the last thing you thought of at night. You wanted him to press kisses all over your face, as an attempt to try and wake you up. You wanted to straddle his waist and have lazy morning sex with him, consisting of barely-there touches and soft I love you’s. Wearing his sweatshirts with only underwear on underneath and having him rip them off of you, leaving hickeys all over your body. Kisses as he rushed out the door late for rehearsal. Sitting around a fire at night listening to him play and fiddle with his guitar. You wanted him to put his arm around your waist at a party, and even punch a guy for you if he got handsy. You craved his hands all over your body and you’d be lying to yourself to say that you didn't. You needed to be his. Now and forever.

You were currently watching a movie at Calum’s house, cuddling into Ashton’s side. His arm was hung around your shoulder loosely, with this hand dangling. Your eyes kept dropping down to it, thinking of all the things it could do. You stared at his thick, long fingers, imagining how they would look inside-

“Y/N. Y/N. You okay? You zoned out for some time there.” Ashton whispered into your ear. His voice alone brought goosebumps to your skin. You turned your head, meeting him with a worried look. His soft, hazel eyes focused on yours, yearning to know what was going on in your mind. He looked at you with such intensity in his eyes, which made you lose eye contact. Your eyes dropped down to his pink, luscious lips, then to his gold, wave pendant necklace you got him for his birthday.

“Y/N.” He said, more sternly.

“What? Yeah, just tired I guess.” You said, looking back at him.

“Tired?” He repeated, with a cocked eyebrow, signaling that he was analyzing your words. You had always used that adjective when you were thinking of something else, and Ashton quickly caught on. You never knew how observant he really was, memorizing the little things that would piss you off, doing everything in his power to prevent it. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to interrupt the-”

“Hey, we’re gonna get some fresh air for a second. Be right back.”

Before you knew it, you were outside with Ashton’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders. You stood outside the door, fidgeting with your fingers as he lightly shut the door behind you. You tried to collect your thoughts, deciding whether or not you should tell him.

Either you lie to him and berate yourself for not telling him, or tell him the truth now and save yourself some angst. What if he doesn’t like you back? There could be hell to pay. I don’t want to lose him, he’s my best friend.

“You okay?” He asked, “You’ve seemed distracted lately.”

“I guess. I don’t know.”

“What’s been going on?” He leaned in a little closer. His hand was now on the outside of your forearm, caressing it gently. His body was millimeters away from you; you could smell his cologne. It drove you crazy.

Oh, you definitely know what’s going on.

“Talk to me.” He said, softly.

Those three words triggered something inside you. That’s when you really gave it to him.

“Ugh! I can’t stop thinking about you! And maybe it’s because you’re one of my best friends, and we spend a lot of time together, but… When I fall asleep I wish that you’re cradling me in your arms! I want good morning and good night texts from you! I dream about kissing you and, and, fuck the things I want to do to you, Ash.. It- It makes me want to scream sometimes!” You sighed heavily. “I just want to take care of you, and watch movies with you, go out on dates, and tell you I love you… I just- I just, I want you, Ashton. You. Not this friends with benefits without the benefits, ‘what the fuck are we’ shit. Okay? I-”

His lips met yours as you closed your eyes and reached for his hair. His lips were soft and warm against yours, making your body arch into him. He desperately pressed your bodies together, holding you tightly. You parted your lips, and Ashton slid his tongue in your mouth,, which caused you to slip out a small moan. You felt your heart beat faster and faster until you couldn’t breathe anymore. You pulled your hands from his hair and backed away, but he still held onto you.

“Whoa.” You said, opening your eyes.

A small moan was all he could muster as a response. He could still feel the warmth from your lips, and the way you tasted. He’d dreamt about the way this would go, and was in shock that it actually happened. Now that he had gotten a taste of you, he wanted it all. Your lips felt exactly the way he thought it would, smooth and delicate. He realized at that moment that you were all he was looking for. You were the piece that made him complete. Ashton stood there for a few seconds, trying to think away his thoughts, unable to open his eyes.

“Ashton?” You asked, slightly worried.

“Oh.” He said as he opened his eyes and looked at you. “Hi.” His eyes fixated on yours, which made your heart skip a beat. “I- I uh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” He said, chuckling.

“Me too.”

He leaned in and kissed you, softer this time, wanting it to last forever. You melted into him, wanted to slip your tongue into his mouth, but he started laughing, pulling away from you.

“What?” You said, smiling.

“I just- I uh, I love you. And I know it sounds cheesy, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone. You’re just perfect. I mean you’re way out of my league, and plus you’re sarcastic as hell, I mean who wouldn’t want that? You’re one of my favorite people on this planet, and I don’t know what or who I’d be without you.” He cooed.

“Ashhh,” You said, cuddling into his chest.

“I know I might be moving a little fast, but would you want to be my girlfriend?”

You looked up at him. “Oh, um. I actually have a boyfriend, so-.” You said, jokingly.

“I bet I could take him. Easily.” He said, as he snaked his arms around your waist.

#fanfiction #5sos fanfic #5sos blurbs #5sos ashton #5sosfam #ashtonirwinfanfiction #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin #ashton 5sos #ashton imagine #5sos fluff #5sos #5 second of summer imagines #5 secs of summer

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ouatx5sos · 1 year

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Luke Hemmings || secret relationship

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Pairing: Luke x Fem!reader

Summary: you and Luke have been in a secret relationship for 4 months until he accidentally reveals your secret during an interview.

Warnings: none

“There was one time on tour Y/N got lost, it was the funniest thing” Luke laughed along with the boys, the whole interview was about their latest tour but the blonde struggled to talk about anything but you. The pair had been dating for 4 months, it was more of a secret relationship; not even the boys found out.

“We love having her join, Luke seems at his happiest when she’s around, you should see how moody he is when she’s not around!” Calum spoke up making all the others laugh and the embarrassed love smitten boy blush.

“Well it’s not my fault she’s so amazing; when you’re in love with someone who makes your heart race or someone who just makes you so happy and loved! Over the past 4 months I don’t think I’ve ever smiled so much- I just love her so much” my mouth dropped and the others including the interviewers eyes widened.

My phone started buzzing like crazy, my Twitter was going insane everyone tweeting about the interview that decided to be live today, of all days! “Uh Luke, you’re forgetting this is live” Michael awkwardly coughed.

Laughs erupted the room and Luke’s cheeks couldn’t be anymore red. “Well” he coughed. “I guess that’s out- uh yeah, Y/N and I have been dating and I’m surprised no one figured it out.” He shrugged making eye contact with me.

Once the interview was over they said their goodbyes and ran over to me pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry about love; I know you weren’t ready yet” luke pouted kissing the top of my head.

“They would’ve found out eventually” I shrugged leaning up to kiss him. “At least it was you and not me” I teased.

“Great!” Ashton exclaimed with a disgusted look on his face. “Now we’ve got to endure the gross relationship and lovey dovey shit” he physically cringed and I rolled my eyes.

“You love it really-after all you’re the one who tried to set us up”

#5SOS #5 seconds of summer #imagines #preferences #calum hood #lukehemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #blurbs #5SOS imagines #5sos blurbs #5sosimagines #foryoupage

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calumsuncrownedqueen · 1 year

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Ashton loves his aesthetic pictures, so dating him would mean getting comfortable in front of the camera. Even though most of the time you don’t even notice that he’s taking your picture. His camera roll is filled with pictures of you looking around at the scenery or pictures in a museum. These are the ones that make his lockscreen. The ones where you are focused on other beauty and he is focused on yours.

However, there is also a whole other folder where you are well aware of the camera. These are the ones that come from “Babe stand over there, the lighting is really good.” or “Baby we need a picture of you in this outfit”. He just loves looking at nice things and you are the nicest, in his opinion.

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talkfastromance4 · 1 year

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You know I have to:

Ashton

Secret Santa

“Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

I hope you like this one sweet Angie!🥰

You’ve been low-key dating Ashton for the last couple months, it’s still fresh and new and exciting. You don’t really want other people knowing yet as you’re still testing things out and being somewhat new to Ashton’s friend group, you appreciated how much Ashton makes you feel included.

At one of the small get-togethers at Michael and Crystal’s they announced they were holding a Secret Santa for their annual Holiday Party. You and Ashton had agreed to not buy each other gifts because you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, instead, you agreed on spending a night together watching Christmas movies and drinking hot chocolate.

Ironically (and fatefully) you picked his name out of the Santa hat and now you wanted to get him the perfect gift.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas you try to badger gift ideas out of him. First, you think candles but he comments he has nearly 3 candles in every room of his house. You come across a signed vinyl by his most recent favorite artist but it was way out of your price range.

The Secret Santa Party is looming closer and closer and you’re panicking because you want the perfect gift but nothing seems to suffice. You’re at a store then come across an array of matching pajamas. As your eyes roll over the different colors and patterns you remember a topic from one of your first dates with Ashton.

You were discussing your families and traditions as you cuddled around his firepit, his long fingers twisting with yours. He mentioned how he loved getting matching pajamas with his mom, sister, and brother. Then when he’d go to his grandparents’ house, they would have the same kind.

You pick up a green onesie decorated with white pine trees and other patterns then find a matching set in your size. The color would really make the green in his eyes pop and it was in your price range. Maybe it’s impulsive, or you’re desperate, or you’re picturing the two of you wearing them together, but you bought them.

It’s the night of the party and you wore a simple black dress with gold shoes. There’s tons of food, eggnog, mocktails (the candy cane on is yours and Ashton’s favorite) and then it’s present time. You’re squished next to Ashton on the couch and it calms you a little as you clutch his gift bag between your fingers watching everyone else open their presents.

As it continues, you start to feel your neck and cheeks warm up because everyone else bought such extravagant gifts for each other. Crystal was your Secret Santa and she got you a full package at her spa she goes to complete with a nail coupon, eyebrows, massage, facial and a gift card to your favorite bookstore.

When it’s your turn to give your gift you were hot all over in nerves, your heart hammering inside your chest. You were hanging onto your red bag with a big green bow slid through the loops as a life preserver.

“Babe, you okay?” Ashton asks gently.

You mutter some excuse about part of it being in the car and you make a mad dash towards the chilled LA night. You climbed into Ashton’s car and rubbed at your temples.

How could you think a pair of matching pajamas would be a good idea? He’s used to lavish presents, spa days, elegant hikes at an extravagant place in the desert.

Ashton finds you shivering in his car with your gift in your lap. He opens the door.

“What’s wrong angel? I know you didn’t leave anything behind,” he says gently.

“I don’t want to give you my gift.”

“You’re my Secret Santa?” he flashes his dimples.

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you want to give it to me?”

“Because. It’s lame compared to the other extravagant gifts…I need more time and more money.”

“I’m sure it’s a lovely gift because you thought of it. Can I please open it?”

“It’s stupid,” you shake your head. His fingers graze your cheek turning your head towards him.

“I highly doubt that, anything from you will never be stupid. Come inside, it’s freezing out here.”

With one hand holding yours and the other carrying your bag, he leads you back inside and into a room far away from the main party that has a traditional Christmas tree set up. You gnaw on your lip as he unties the green ribbon and pulls out the folded onesies and he smiles.

“Did you get us matching pajamas?”

“Yeah, because you mentioned how when you were little you’d match with your family–why are you laughing?!” you stare at him horrified and feeling more embarrassed than ever. “See! I told you it’s stupid–”

“No, no, that’s not why I’m laughing,” he chortles then reaches behind the couch holding a gift wrapped box with Santa’s faces on the red paper. “Open this.”

“We agreed no gifts–”

“I couldn’t not get you a gift. Please, open it, baby.”

You rip the paper and stare at the set of matching pajamas with gingerbread men on them.

“Ash…what–?”

“I saw them and thought we could wear them on New Year’s Eve since we wanted to do a cozy night in.”

“We got each other the same gift?”

You stare at each other for a beat then bust out in laughter. You’re laughing so hard your side hurts and you fall into his shoulder.

“I love our matching pajamas,” he murmurs in your hair.

You tilt your head, noses bumping until your lips connect in a sweet kiss.

“I do, too. Thank you.”

He kisses you again, you’re matching pajamas crinkle between you two.

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5soscenarios · 2 years

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5SOS PREFERENCES #113: SOMEONE LEAKS AN INTIMATE PICTURE OF YOU TWO (2/4)

Luke: Well, there it was. There was no denying, and absolutely no taking it back. Front page, People magazine - you and Luke at the back of a club looking rather intimate. You knew precisely what moment it was that the picture was taken, you were both a few drinks in, and Luke was keen on keeping the promise he made the second he saw you in that dress: "I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off you tonight". So there you were, pressed against a wall, Luke's lips on your neck, one hand on your waist, pulling your lower body closer to his; the other on the wall behind you. You thanked the Gods that your hair was in front of your face and no one could see your expression, 'cause it would've been unholy. "The best medicine for that", says Luke almost wisely, staring at the magazine, "is to stay off social media for a while. And off the streets, for that matter. Just for a couple of days, 'till another drama comes around... And I have an idea of what we could do stuck in here...".

Calum: Your phone had been hacked. You didn't even know that was a thing. And, suddenly, a lot of pictures you and Cal took together were everywhere on the internet - nothing too spicy, and no nudes, thank God. There was one in particular that was gaining a lot of attention: a mirror selfie of you two getting ready for Ashton's birthday. You were close to the mirror, in your bra and denim pants, doing your eyeliner with a very focused expression. Calum was taking the picture, standing next to you, shirtless, doing a peace sign and smiling at the mirror. The moment you found out was a mess, you were absolutely desperate. Not exactly about the picture, but more because your phone had been hacked and... What did that mean? Was someone still on your phone? Was it safe to text? Did they read your texts? Calum was right on his feet, texting security, management, everyone and anyone that could offer some insight on what to do about your phone and how to make you feel safe using it again. Oh, and also to manage the aftermath of that picture. Although it was harmless, mostly fans losing their shit over it.

#incomplete #5sos #5sos preferences #5sos blurbs #5sos blurb #luke hemmings #calum hood #luke hemmings blurb #calum hood blurb

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lipringlrh · 2 years

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indirect kiss - lrh

summary: you meet at a wedding after he accidentally drinks from your glass

an: first post :) feedback is welcome and appreciated. also, please send in requests :)

pairings: luke hemmings x reader

word count: 816

warnings: none, just fluff and a bit of awkwardness

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“Excuse me, sir- but that’s my drink.” you pointed out to man who was also occupying your seat.

He paused his conversation with another man, who you didn’t recognise, and turned around, twisting himself so his arm dangled on the top of the chair but so he could also see you.

He didn’t make any effort to talk so you carried on, “That’s my glass, with my drink, I think your also sat in my seat, so I’d appreciate if-”

“No, I’m sorry, but this is definitely mine.” he spoke, running a hand through his hair. He had beautiful curls, and was a gorgeous shade of blonde. It framed his face - which was indescribably gorgeous - and ultimately made you a little jealous.

He was still holding the cup when you spoke again, “the chair does have my name on it, and I’m pretty sure my lipgloss is stuck to the side.” As he turned the glass around, you began to admire him again. He was remarkably gorgeous, even by doing something so simple, he was captivating your attention entirely.

“I don’t think there’s any- oh, nevermind.” He began, noticing the faint traces of lipgloss on the glass. “Do you- um, want it back?” He was now looking anywhere but at you, becoming slightly uncomfortable.

“Its fine now, I can get a different one,” you weren’t agitated at all anymore, becoming more entranced by the blonde boy every minute.

He still hadn’t moved from your seat leaving you to stand there rather awkwardly as he stared at you, taking in every detail he could. “Sir, it’s still my seat, you know they’re assigned, right?”

Without checking the name tags, he got up, not wanting to feel like he was annoying you more. He spoke as he stepped behind the seat, “it’s Luke, by the way,” he paused, “my name.”

You spoke your name back and exchanged pleasantries, offering him a hand which he shook eagerly. He then began trying to find the right seat and wandered off.

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It had been around 15 minutes since your encounter with Luke and you had begun to get on well with the man on your right, whom you had yet to learn the name of. He was the only person on your half empty table who was interested in conversation.

It was getting rather boring until the pretty blonde showed up again and sat in the seat to your left. You began making small talk, realising before he only had an idea of where he was sitting and never actually read the name tags laid out.

You couldn’t help but admire his face as he talked and watched couples who were slowly getting up to dance. The table was silent for a moment before he stuck his hand out towards you, “dance with me? I can make up for the drink mistake earlier.”

You placed your hand in his, nodding, before standing up with him. He led you to the dance floor, a pretty, squared, wooden area dressed in white, with his hand still in yours.

When you reached the dance floor, a slower song was playing, causing him to drop you hand to, instead, wrap both arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped both arms around his neck and tugged him a little closer.

You were too focused on his face when he spoke, causing him to laugh and repeat himself, “bride or groom’s side?”

“Bride,” you responded, “you?”

“Groom.” As he was speaking he managed to step on your toes, making you stumble backwards.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbled, trying to find a different technique so he didn’t repeat the same mistake.

“It’s fine.” He looked at you, still apologetic. “Honest, it’s okay, it happens.”

It was silent for another moment until he moved his hand from your waist to your cheek, holding it up as you couldn’t help but move closer. “I’d really like to kiss you.”

You did want to kiss him too, really. He seemed to have no faults as yet but only half an hour earlier you never knew he existed. “We’ve only just met,”

You held his attention completely, he was ignoring everything except from taking in your features. He was quite after you spoke but didn’t remove his hand from your face. “We’ve already indirectly kissed, you know, drinking from the same glass.”

“Next weekend,” you mumbled, holding his gaze. He looked extremely confused and admitted so.

“Next weekend, when you take me out, I’ll kiss you.” You paused, scanning his features, praying to god read the situation right. He couldn’t help but smile as he mumbled a small, “really?”

You hummed a noise back at him as a sign of confirmation right as the track began fade. A faster track began to play as pairs, including you, began to move into different positions ready to dance again.

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feedback is welcome and very appreciated and requests are open so send in anything about any 5sos lads :)

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sinning5sos · 8 months

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Having a baby with Michael would include...

Michael ~ would be so excited to be a dad

“Babe, look at this.” Michael said, drawing your attention to a car seat in the middle aisle and you smiled to yourself at how excited he looked.

“It’s the top rated car seat with safety features, it’s easy for new parents and it looks fucking cool.” He rattled off, and you rubbed your hand on his back and scratched lightly, “Like a fucking spaceship turned into a car seat.”

“Michael, that’s great and all but let’s keep looking. We still have under four months.” You said, and he chuckled as he turned to kiss your cheek. As he turned, his attention drifted to something else and he ducked past you to get to the strollers.

“Baby, what sort of stroller should we get? Should we plan ahead in case we want to have another?” He asked, and you laughed to yourself as he continued browsing throughout the aisle. You let him have his fun, knowing and being so grateful at how excited he was to be a father. You felt your phone ring in your bag and fished it out, looking at who was calling.

You took a step back as you answered,

“Hi, is this Mrs. Clifford?”

“Yes, this is her.” You answered, and Michael glanced at you but his gaze went back to the different baby items in front of him.

“I have the results of the gender test, do you want to know them now or would you want to wait? We can place it in an envelope -”

“No, now. Definitely now.” You cut her off. You didn’t mean to, but you were so excited. You pulled Michael’s sleeve closer to you and put the phone on speaker.

“Well Mrs. Clifford, I am excited to tell you that it’s a girl.” She stated, and your feet left the ground as Michael lifted you into the air.

“A fucking girl!” Michael yelled, and you laughed as you tried your best to continue the phone call, but the lady just laughed and ended the call. He spun you around once more, squeezing you tightly as he murmured in your ear, “I’m going to be a girl dad.”

Other pregnancy things would include -

Countless food runs

Lots of cute clothes/toys/items from his favorite movies/shows/animes

Singing to the baby

Lots of lazy days (he insists it’s important for you to rest)

Cozy vibes always. Big comfy blankets, cozy pajamas, cozy slippers

Movie marathons with snacks

Michael being so excited that as soon as you even found out you were pregnant, he was calling everyone in your lives

He'd plan everything

Him cooking for you

He'd figure out how to surprise you with a gift at every monument throughout your pregnancy

#sinning5sos #5sos #5sos smut #5sos imagines #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #michael #dad!michael #Michael imagines #Michael blurbs #Michael Clifford blurbs #Mgc #5sos blurbs

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 5 months

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Adore You (Part 6)

AshtonXFemale Reader

Part 5

Warnings: Food, secret confessions, mentions of adoption, mentions of running away, fluff, slight slow burn

“Tell me something no one else knows about you,” Ashton said, his fingers idly tracing the palm of your hand. You both laid in a makeshift fort in his living room, boxes of Chinese takeout scattered around you and some tiny portable projector playing a film you both have long forgotten about.

“Something no one knows?” you hummed, earning a nod from him. It was nearing the end of Spring break and the both of you have been talking non-stop since your first official date. It was you who asked Ashton out for the second time, feeling a sudden urge of courage. This time it was less strenuous and more comforting than anything. Your face scrunched up at his question as you thought about the answer. You almost felt brought back to the first day of classes where you had to play ice breakers in order to get to know classmates you were most likely never to see again.

“It’s not a hard question,” Ashton laughed, breaking the long silence of your pause.

“For me it is!” you exclaimed, retracting your hand from his and sitting up. Ashton sat up straight too and bit onto his bottom lip. “Besides, talking about myself is boring.”

“You’re not boring, Y/N.” Ashton responded. “I can go first if you want,” his head dipped low to look you in the eye and Ashton gave you a smile. You couldn’t help but to smile back and nod. He had a way of comforting you and you laid back down into the pillows looking up at the patterns of the blanket that covered you two. He shuffled onto his side and peered down at you as he thought for a moment.

“Now look who’s-”

“I got it!” he interjected, grinning at you in amusement. Your eyebrows rose at his reaction and you held in a giggle. “When I was seven I used to be VERY obsessed with tadpoles and woul- for a good while actually- I would carry some with me everyday to school without anyone knowing.”

“How’d you manage that?” you asked, shifting positions to lay on your side to look at him directly.

“I’d carry it in my thermos and people would just assume it was juice,” he said matter-of-factly. You laughed hard then, shaking your head at his admission. “Alright. . .your turn.” You thought for a moment, eyebrows scrunching. Ashton reached out with his thumb to rub away the wrinkled creases from your expression. “So serious,” he muttered, making you smile in return and let out a sigh.

“I once ran away when I was fifteen. Hitchhiked and got into some pickup truck with this old man. Made it to the city line and turned back. I had been gone for maybe three hours, no one was none the wiser.” A heavy silence penetrated the air, and you found yourself opening eyes you hadn’t realized you closed. Ashton was staring intently at you, worry written across his face. “I know, very dangerous for a young woman like me to hitchhike, especially alone,” you said.

“Where were you heading?” he asked instead. You had expected him to reprimand you for being so careless at a young age. That was the last you got and could see curiosity fill Ashton’s worried expression.

“To find my birth parents. I had just found out I was adopted and was spiraling over it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents dearly. It’s just I always felt like a black sheep, like something was wrong with me and then they tell me this huge secret a week after I turn fifteen.” You went quiet for a moment, eyes dazed as if you were placed back in that moment. “I thought if I could find my birth parents it’ll help me answer questions on why I was so different.”

You had never told anyone about it. You were content now at the fact that you were adopted, something you didn’t hide anymore. But that story of you attempting to run away, it had always been a well kept secret between you and your stuffed animals. “Aren’t you going to ask why I turned back?” you said. The two of you had somehow found yourselves laying on your backs. Ashton’s fingers playing with your own. He shook his head in response.

“Not unless you want to say,” he muttered, allowing the silence to envelop you once again. You weren’t expecting to share that part of yourself, but that was truly the only thing people didn’t know about you. Ashton just seemed so easy to talk to and you trusted him with the information. A warmth filled your stomach at his words. He wasn’t going to push and would allow you to tell him when you wanted. You turned your head to the side to look at him, eyes wide in the dim light. Ashton turned his head to face you too, your faces inches apart. “Thank you for sharing,” he whispered, almost trying not to disturb the peace.

“Thank you for listening,” you whispered back. Your eyes flickered down to his lips then back up to meet his gaze. His lips parted, tongue ducking out to moisten the plump skin. Time seemed to slow and you could see him glance at your own mouth. Just as Ashton was leaning towards you, a knock sounded at the door. The both of you jumped in surprise at the disturbance.

“Shit-the dessert,” Ashton said, “I forgot we ordered that.” He pulled away from you and got up from the fort to grab the delivery. You sat back in your spot, feeling slightly dazed. The two of you were so close to kissing. Something you hadn’t done yet. You cleared your throat and sat up as Ashton came back inside the fort with two bowls.

“What did you do before uni?” you asked him, graciously taking the bowl with your requested dessert. You remembered him saying he had chosen to pursue a career in photography after a stint of not being in school.

“I traveled with my best friends. We were basically living a nomad type life. It was fun for a while, but I could tell we all missed home.” Ashton chuckled at a thought that came to him, “I do miss exploring the world.” He dug into his own bowl after that, your attention now back on the film that seemed to be nearing an end. After a while Ashton muttered something about it being late. You were supposed to go back to your dorm about an hour ago, but being with Ashton was too much fun. “I’ll take the couch,” he said, not really asking if you wanted to go home or stay. It was a decided fact to Ashton that you would spend the night.

“We can sleep in the fort together,” you found yourself blurting. You were feeling a bit bold. The words surprising yourself. Ashton’s eyebrows raised, a look of perplexity coming across his face. “It’s cozy and you shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable in your own home,” you added, trying to save some type of face. Ashton let a laugh slip past his lips and he gave you a dimpled smile.

“I should warn you, I am a cuddler.”

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heartache-otbs · 1 year

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blurb spree night !!

hey guys! ive decided to go on a writing spree tonight! if you want, submit prompt requests using this prompt list i found!

include the gender identity/pronouns for YN in your request!

i will be writing about all members of 5sos! include which band member in your request!

go ahead and send in your requests!

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heartcal · 1 year

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rejected ; c.h. (part vii)

summary: he was just a silly little crush that you had in high school, and you were sure that after graduating, you would be over it. so why is your heart beating fast as he sits next to you in your first class on your first day of college? chapter summary: apologies probably won’t fix what was broken, but an opportunity presents itself in an interesting way. pairing: calum hood x reader (gender-neutral) genre: fluff, angst, classmates to friends to loves au, college au warning(s): mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of how said-past relationship is affecting person, cursing (as usual) word count: 2.3k words

a/n: this took... so damn long. illness, writer's block, life, emotions -- writing did not stand a chance lol. but !! it's finally here, even though it can be looked at as a filler chapter, but still !! i believe there's about one or two parts left before it's officially over!! i hoped to finish this series during 2022 but uhhhh... yeah lol. i also did not get a calendar so wish me luck now onto serious stuff -- as usual, i am going to link the reddit post with links to donate to ukraine as the war is still raging. finally, if there are any mistakes, please let me know! enjoy, and happy new year!

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Calum knows Ashton’s worried. The nervous eyes that move around his face, the prominent frown lines that cover the absence of a friendly smile, and the tone of Ashton’s voice as he greets him—it’s very noticeable.

“Hey,” Calum greets back.

Ashton notes the dark circles around Calum’s eyes, the puffy eye bags, and the redness indicating he has not slept well. Calum holds his emotions in his eyes.

“What happened?” Ashton wastes no time, wanting to find out what exactly has his friend in this state.

Calum sighs, sitting on Ashton’s couch with his head in his hands. How does he break it down?

Recalling the scene from yesterday, he feels like bringing up your confession first, but he knows that’s not the main issue at hand. Rather the main issue is himself.

Not getting a response, Ashton pushes further, “You said you fucked up bad, again, so I’m assuming this involves—.”

“They told me they liked me,” Calum interrupts, voice strained as he breathes out. He digs his palms into his eyes trying to quell the frustrated tears, “and I said some awful things.”

“Awful…how?” Ashton holds his breath, staring at Calum’s hunched form.

“I—,” Calum groans, leaning back with his hands covering his face, “I basically threw our friendship in their face.”

Calum finds it hard to explain himself. Looking in from the outside, Calum could see himself as a cowardly selfish person; acting without a second thought, inconsiderate of how it would make others feel, all just to make themselves feel better. He took your concern and kindness, stomped on it repeatedly, and threw it in the trash. And to make it worse, you still had the guts to tell him you liked him. That was something he was not brave to do.

“You can’t be short with me, Cal,” Ashton scolds, observing Calum’s body language.

Calum moves his hands down his face, revealing his eyes—which were glossy and a slightly darker red than before—as he stares at the ceiling. He avoids Ashton’s stare because he knows it would have him spilling more than what he wants to let out, and he’s not quite ready for that. Not yet, at least.

“Sheila still has a hold on me,” Calum states, swallowing the bile rising in his throat, “she has a hold on me and I can’t let go.”

“Cal,” exasperation flows out of Ashton as he sits next to Calum, mirroring his position to stare at the ceiling, “Sheila was—is—a bad person. She had no regard for how she made people feel, always wanting to be the center of attention, and when she doesn’t get what she wants she becomes someone completely different. Worse.”

Ashton watches Calum shut his eyes, a tear slipping out before his eyes open again.

“Toxic and abusive relationships,” Ashton sighs, continuing, “it’s—they are hard to move on from. I get that. But I know you, Cal. You’re stronger than you think you are.”

Ashton knows that it’s a weak attempt to soothe Calum, but he recalls how well Calum kept it together throughout the last year of high school. Anyone who wasn’t privy to the relationship’s ups and downs would’ve thought that Calum never went through something like that. Those who knew, though, couldn’t understand how Calum can keep his head up, but at the same time were proud of him.

Calum’s eyes flutter shut again, nose flaring as a few more tears slip out.

“Throwing the box out from under your bed is a great start.”

Calum knows it is. He hates that he’s right (and he does not know how Ashton knew about that box), but it would be best to throw it out.

“I will,” he whispers, using the sleeves of his sweatshirt to wipe at the tears.

“Now,” Ashton readjusts in his seat, “tell me exactly what happened.”

Calum heaves out a sigh, letting a few beats of silence pass before starting from the very beginning.

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If there is one good thing to come out of this mess, it's that you finally gained enough confidence to confess how you feel to Calum.

Sure, it didn't go the way you wanted it to, rather you would have preferred if you were in a better mood instead of crying in front of him. Along with it being done under better circumstances, as well.

It seemed selfish; he was dealing with something and you had to drop the bomb on him like that. From an outside perspective, it would have been better to withhold that confession, but then again, having it bottled up for so long was not a good idea.

Instead of sitting in your room wallowing over what could’ve happened (for over a week at this point), Jessie forces you out of your sad bubble to visit a few shops to help them get started on their business.

You put up a fight, making up a plethora of excuses starting from illness to being tired. All of them were brushed off, eventually making you give up once clean clothes were being tossed to you.

Standing in the premium fabric section in a craft store, you tune out the sound of other patrons and the cheesy holiday music. Jessie doesn’t try to get your opinion on fabrics anymore, knowing you’ll continue to tune out every question asked.

Jess won’t lie; they didn’t think you had the guts to confess to Calum. When you called later that day to tell them what happened, Jessie thought it was just a late April Fool’s joke, or that they fell asleep early and were dreaming – you almost hung up since you thought the call dropped – but when Jess came to, they did what they could to console.

But now this was getting ridiculous.

“Hey,” Jess tosses a roll of lace to you, shaking you out of any self-deprecating thoughts you were having, “it’s not the end of the world.”

You sigh, “I know, but it was so embarrassing.”

“So?” Jess questions, taking the roll back and placing it on the shelf.

“So,” you continue, shifting the shopping basket to the other arm, “you didn’t see the way he looked at me after I told him how I feel. You didn’t see and feel the shift in emotions, how tense it got.”

Jessie gives you a look, the same one they give you when you start to sound like you’re making excuses. You hate that look.

“Listen to me,” Jessie places their basket down before facing you and doing the same with your basket. You nod once for them to continue, “I am going to be one hundred percent honest. On one hand, I’m proud you finally confessed. Honestly, it could’ve been handled better, and definitely during a different conversation. But you did it. However, on the other hand, that was not the best thing to do. How Calum handled it is both understandable and somewhat irrational, but he has his reasons. So don’t beat yourself up, because you’re not the only one feeling bad about the whole thing.”

You bite your tongue, knowing that, once again, Jess is right.

Jessie picks up both baskets, handing you yours before finishing, “You have every right to be upset. It’s not easy to get over that, but it’s time to move on and continue.”

You nod once again, letting Jessie’s words replay in your mind and settle.

It is time to move on. Dwelling over what could’ve been, over how it should have been handled, and going through different scenarios to think of how you could’ve fought back and hit Calum with equally hurtful words is completely useless.

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You have to give your professors props for not assigning any major work for the upcoming holiday break. A couple of essays, some reading, and some studying that you can cram before break ends – break will be mostly relaxing.

Except for the fact that your English professor announced a group project. It was a project that was supposed to be part of the final grade before the break, but it was decided to be a good way to start the new semester (and new year) as it allows for discussion with other students.

You found it to be dumb because it would have been better if the project was given at the start of the fall semester if your professor wanted people to talk to each other. But, English professors can be odd (at least your junior and senior year English teacher was).

It was decided that over break, every student will receive the email of the guidelines of the project, along with the names and emails of their partner or partners, as it was made clear with the handful of students not returning in the new year made the class count uneven. You can only hope you get one partner, and that they’re not Calum or Ashton.

Comically, life is a joke sometimes.

“Your professor must hate you,” Jessie wheezes into the phone, “it’s unfortunate as it’s hilarious.”

You roll your eyes, mixing in the final ingredients for the cookie dough after placing your phone down on the counter with the speaker on.

Jessie inhales deeply, “Oh, my god I’m so sorry.”

You hum sarcastically, not buying their apology. You stop mixing, placing both hands on the counter and shaking your head, “I seriously cannot believe it. Here I am, enjoying my holiday break and making holiday treats, and suddenly the email comes and I see the two names I did not want at all.”

“Luck’s on your side,” Jessie jokes before another laugh escapes, “it’s the universe’s way of telling you there’s still a chance.”

“No, Jess,” you resume mixing, “there were plenty of chances, and all of them were in vain.”

“At least give this a shot, maybe you and Calum can talk things out and Ashton can be the peacemaker, like a voice of reason.”

“I’m going to ask for a different set of partners—”

Jessie’s strict tone of your name cuts you off, “You’re being irrational.”

You sigh, knowing your request is going to be ignored by your professor. You can only guess that they were assigned to you since you spent time with Calum earlier in the year, but then again, your professor must have noticed the change.

“Just try this,” Jessie has calmed down, empathy taking over, “if you don’t want to give it another chance, then don’t! But if he apologizes and wants to try again, put your foot down. Tell him where you stand, and that you cannot go through what you went through again.”

You’re starting to wonder if fashion is Jessie’s strong suit, because all this advice and guidance they’ve given you is helping you open your eyes.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“You’re welcome,” you can hear their smile before a faint crash is heard on the line, “shit, I gotta go, baby cousin dropped something.”

“Good luck,” you laugh, prepping the cookie sheet with parchment paper.

“Thanks—you too. I’ll call you tomorrow!”

The call ends and you let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived when you see an email notification.

Nope.

Instead of checking the email, you go right for the cookie dough, rolling them into a ball and placing them on the pan. It keeps you occupied for close to twenty minutes, but once they’re in the oven, you’ll have to read the email.

Hey! I’m surprised the three of us are partners, but I’m excited about this project! Hope you guys enjoy the rest of your break, happy holidays!

Ashton signs off with his name and number, along with a smiley face.

As you struggle to compose a response, another email comes through.

I’m surprised too. Happy holidays.

Short and to the point, Calum’s response makes you nervous.

Neither of you properly reached out since that day, opting for avoiding one another in person and leaving the texts untouched. There were times when you wanted to check up on him, noticing his absence in a couple of classes and even on social media. But when you get those thoughts, you go back to the image of him in the park and the pain you felt when you left.

Sooner or later, one of you has to be the bigger person. One of you has to reach out to the other and talk, at least clear things up enough to the point where you can get through the project without problems, without the awkwardness and tension filling the air and ruining an important project.

One thing is for sure: a new year means a new slate. After a hellish couple of months, you make a New Year’s resolution to let go of your crush on Calum and move on.

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Calum enjoys the company of his family. Watching the younger kids of the family wander around the Christmas tree, eyeing the present piles never fails to bring a smile to his face. Watching the elders converse and gossip was also enjoyable (just not when they would ask him questions about life and school).

He can’t fully enjoy the festivities with the heavy, lingering thought in his mind, constantly knocking to get his attention. Were you enjoying your break? Were you relaxing? Did you need any help with homework? And most importantly, do you want to be partners with him for the group project?

He wasn’t expecting it, so he completely understands if you ask for different partners. It would hurt him, he admits, but he also does not want any problems occurring that could lead to a bad grade.

After talking with Ashton, Calum sees a bit clearer now. The box under his bed is still there, however, a lot of its contents have been tossed. The remaining items are the items he’s truly attached to.

He’s hoping the bonfire his family throws on New Year’s Eve will give him the chance to throw those items out. Burning them means they will be gone permanently, watching them turn to ashes, almost signaling acceptance and moving on.

Maybe then he’ll grow. He’ll move on, better himself, and fix any relationship he’s broken.

He can only hope you’re willing to accept his apology this time.

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