#calum 5SOS

[bookns]

I CHOOSE HAPPINESS I SWEAR

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #luke hemmings #calum hood #calum 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton 5sos #michael clifford #michael 5sos

[calumsbiceps]

tweet not real (but it's funny)

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sosedit #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #5 seconds of summer smut #5sos fanfic #5sos imagine #5sosfam #5secondsofsummer #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos icons #michael 5 seconds of summer #ashton 5 seconds of summer #luke 5 seconds of summer #calum 5 seconds of summer

[valentiyne]

Ashton with a tattoo artist! Love interest. Maybe he goes in to get a tattoo then immediately takes interest in them, going back fo stupid reasons like touch ups, recommending anyone to get tattooed there, just being down bad in general

𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 ꕥ 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇

Ashton Irwin x Fem!Reader Summary: Requested! Ashton makes a last-minute booking with coffee made just right. Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1.4k Copyright © 2024 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

"Are you guys still open?"

It was a cacophony of sounds, with the buzz of the tattoo guns overlapping with the hum of conversations. The other artists' voices were raised over the noise, and the air was thick with the smell of ink and antiseptics. I could hear the sound of the machine moving, the soft thud of the needle on the skin, and the occasional gasp of surprise from a customer.

My boss, Jocelyn leaned over to me with a smile, "I'm off the clock, you're up."

I look up now, trying my hardest to not mean mug the person who ruined my chances of an early freedom tonight. He stood in the doorway, his messy brunette hair pushed back behind his ear and his hands fiddling with the sleeves of his white sweater. His hazel eyes scanned the room before they landed on mine.

"What were you looking to get done?"

"Oh!" he stutters and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. From the looks of it, it was worn down and ripped in a few places but he hands it over proudly nevertheless.

I inspected it for a while, nodding to myself, "Is it a.... dog?" I quirk an eyebrow, looking up to match his eyes. He nods, a loose strand of hair falling down perfectly on his face, "it's a greyhound, yes"

I nod my head and hand him a clipboard to sign in, inspecting the loose piece of paper once again before heading to the printer. I printed numerous sizes, unsure of how big he wanted it to be.

After all was said and done, he was sitting in my chair and I was nervous checking to make sure I had everything I needed.

Tattoo gun, ink caps, gloves, tattoo gun, ink ca-

"I like the room", He speaks up, motioning to the shelf of miscellaneous items hoarded on them.

He slips the white sweater up and over his head, bundling it in a ball next to him. I make an effort not to stare at his tattooed body, my cheeks flushing up as I keep my back turned.

Obviously I was never like this with any of my other clients, but something about him made me lose my focus. It was unprofessional and unlike me- but god is he hot.

"Thanks, this is basically my second bedroom since i'm here so much" I took a deep breath, sliding my gloves on, and turning towards him. His stencil was already prepped and on his arm, and I stepped towards him slowly.

"You're here often?" He questions, watching as I dip the needle in the ink.

I nod, stretching his skin with my free hand "Yeah, all seven days of the week, unfortunately.... It'd be a little easier if I had any coffee today"

He's silent for a while, my eyes wandering up to see him staring off at the shelves that littered the walls surrounding us.

"Any reason you chose a greyhound?" I attempt ti make conversation, suddenly embarrassed of my trinkets. Not that there was anything wrong with them, I just didn't want him judging me for my childlike interests.

I laid the needle to his skin, hearing him take a deep breath before speaking, "it's for my new album"

I nod in response, dragging the ink down as I trace the stencil. "looks like we're both artists in a sense" I tease, earning a chuckle from him.

Over the next two hours, I learned many things about the boy in my chair. His name was Ashton, he was a musician, he owned a lemon tree and he could hold his breath for a minute and a half. He apologized throughout the course of the night, telling me he wouldn't have stopped in and got a tattoo if he knew we'd be closing soon. I reassured him numerous times, telling him it genuinely wasn't a big deal. He was nice and a great person to talk to.

But after all was said and done, I wrapped his arm and after leaving a hefty tip- he was gone.

I didn't see him for two months after the fact, every time the door would jingle, I found myself snapping my head up to see if it was him

Each time it was not...

"I'm telling you, he came in here and left me a $500 tip, Joss. it was bizarre! I couldn't even find his stupid profile anywhere" I groan, smacking my head down on the desk dramatically.

She giggles at my hopelessness, her hand patting my head kindly, "Maybe he has a girlfriend?"

The door swinging open made me groan louder, lifting my head up with half-lidded eyes and a fake smile.

"Hi sorry we're closing soon, you can book an ap-"

"Closed so soon, sweetheart?" His voice rings out, a stifled laugh following after. I open my eyes quickly to see him standing there, his journal tucked under one arm and two coffees in the other.

I giggle loudly, standing from my chair and walking towards him. "Ashton! where have you been?"

He hands me the coffee, giving me a side hug before pulling his journal out from under his arm. "i'm looking to get another tattoo, and who else would I trust but my sleep deprived tattoo artist"

I try to hide the blush creeping up my face, turning around to show Joss who I've been talking about for weeks. Her mouth is hung open, eyes wide as she looks between the two of us. "That's Ashton....?" She takes a deep breath before shaking her head quickly, "Miss Y/n has been talking my ear off about you since your last visit"

I turn around quickly, shooting daggers as I give her a nice tilt of the head to get lost. She raises her hands in defeat and snatches her coat from the chair I was previously in before waving goodbye. Ashton waves back with a smile before I cover my face in embarrassment.

"Seems like i'm the talk of the town?" He teases and I grab his forearm, leading him to my studio.

He hops up on the chair, sliding off his cardigan and showing me his healed greyhound. I analyze it carefully, smiling up at him. "It looks amazing!"

"Wonder who did it?" He teases, poking my side playfully. I roll my eyes and flip through the notebook, passing by song lyrics, doodles, and other random scribbles before I pause at a drawing on the last page.

It was a scribble of me hunched over tattooing his greyhound. my tongue poked out to the side with a look of pure concentration spread across my face.

My cheeks grow red and I look up at Ash, a look of confusion and admiration painted. "Wha?"

"To be fair, I came for a touch-up on a few older pieces but... Also to ask if you'd like to come to dinner with me tonight?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, internally I was squealing like a little girl.

"I would love to."

#5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #luke hemmings #luke hemmings x reader #michael clifford #calum hood fanfic #ashton irwin x y/n #ashton irwin x reader #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin fic #ashton irwin #luke hemmings x y/n #luke x reader #luke hemming imagines #luke 5sos #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos imagine #calum hood 5sos #5sos fanfiction #5 secs of summer #5sos edit #the 5sos show tour #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum hood smut #calum imagine #calum hood imagine

[wtfismylifeanyways]

Calum’s Instagram story // 27-04-2024

#calum hood #calum 5sos #5sos #update mate

[lovealwaysmichael]

micha my beloved me and @thefearedfallen have a great req for you… “buying 5sos/one direction” (the y/n 2016 tumblr/watty fics where y/n gets sold by their abusive mother to a famous band full of boys with cute accents, except the band has crashed, failed, burnt out and cant pay their bills so they sell one of their members to you for some quick cash.) and the member that gets sold is a real nice guy but only hates y/n. 🥰

I hope you know I hate you for this.

My possession - Michael Clifford x reader

March 17th 2015

I tied my hair up into a messy bun whilst storming down the stairs to open my door. The men on the other side were knocking loudly, having awoken me from my peaceful phone call with my not at all abusive or alcoholic mother.

“I’m coming, goddamn it!” I yell, my striking beauty being graced upon the group of boys once I threw open my double doors. The brown haired one smirked “not yet you’re not, gorgeous.” He winked, clearly falling for me already - how typical.

“we are here to sell you our leader.. Mikeel Cleefard..” The tallest blonde spoke, his legs longer than his Kiwi friend’s ego - which seemed hard to be. “We are crash out.. cannot pay bills no more.”

Well at least their accents were cute. I shrugged, walking back into my mansion to pull out a stack of cash “Three million enough? Yeah? Thankie Brokie.”

I slammed the door on them, stealing their redheaded leader, grinning as he glared at me. This was the only man in the whole world that hated me, I would make him not do that.

“Mikeel..”

“it is Michael, stupid fattie.” Michael grunted, crossing his arms across his chest in an angered state. “I will leave at some point… you was scammed, loser.”

“But I’m.. I’m in love with you.” He pleaded, pulling me in for a big wet hot kiss.

Then we made passionate love and watched shrek 2.

Fin.

#5sos x reader #5sosfam #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #luke 5sos #5sos imagine #5sos fic #5sos #5sos fanfic #michael x reader #Michael Clifford #Micheal clifford x reader

[wiiildflowerrr]

@Calum5SOS: It's been a big week! So tired! Happy to stay in tonight :) there shall be no exploring tonight new york

24 April 2014

#this day in 5sos history #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #calum 5sos #calum #2014 #24 april

[hemmohaze]

Do you have any of the story written yet? #calstory

hi anon! yes i do, currently writing it rn:)))

#anon #5sos #calum 5sos #micheal clifford #luke hemmings #calum hood

[aliciajadee]

“you don’t go to parties” by 5sos sounds like:

#5sos #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #michael 5sos #5 seconds of summer #spotify #music #aesthetic

[youngxcalm]

🥰

#5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #5sos calm #calum 5 seconds of summer #calumthomashood #michael 5sos #michael clifford #ashton 5sos #luke 5sos #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #5sos fanfic #michael 5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton and kaykay #ashton 5 seconds of summer #adore you #michael and luke #mikey 5sos #luke hemming imagines #luke 5 seconds of summer #luke icons #5sosedit #famous #cat #dog #fotos de gatos #perro #que hermoso

[cass1opi4]

my forever - calum hood. (kinda angst, kinda fluff)

a calum hood x reader

she/her pronouns, reader is michael’s sister.

he traced shapes into her back, his cold, coarse fingertips leaving goosebumps down her spine. something he’d always enjoyed, giving the girl goosebumps, seeing the little bumps appear reminded him what power he had over her.

“calum?” she whispered, so quiet that the kiwi boy wouldn’t have heard if it wasn’t for the near silence in his hotel room, the TV playing american psycho being the only other noise source.

he took a small breath, not knowing the topic of conversation before it started was something he always hated.

he liked interviews. interviews were planned, almost scripted, he knew the upcoming questions and he knew exactly how to answer them.

this wasn’t scripted. this was too real for him - life was often too real for him. “yeah baby?” he spoke back, his own tone just as hushed as the girls.

she hesitated, almost regretting striking up a conversation. “this hurts.” her quiet voice broke, calum shooting up to face her.

“what hurts, babe?” he questioned, placing a hand on her soft cheek, rubbing his thumb up and down. “tell me what hurts and i’ll fix it, okay?”

he’d never seen her so broken.

he knew she could be sensitive, micheal had warned him and his friends of that when they’d first met y/n. ‘be careful what you say, she gets hurt so easily.’

but calum had never truly believed such a thing, not once had he witnessed y/n cry, or even heard mention of her being upset from something he’d done. (poor oblivious calum, y/n was just very good at hiding it from him.)

“i don’t think you can fix it, cal.” she pouted, tears spilling from her eyes, her mascara beginning to run. “being.. this with you.. it really hurts”

he took back his hand, humming in silent agreement. he’d thought it for a while, he was almost hit with relief that she’d bring it up.

calum had always struggled at doing ‘casual’. he knew he needed to, especially now. if michael found out he was with the boy’s sister, he’d go crazy.

even then, it killed him. not holding her hand in public, not being able to kiss her whenever he wanted. not having the ability to really call her his.

“i just- i don’t want to be your maybe anymore.” she began playing with her shirt, the button suddenly becoming more interesting than calum’s eyes - though, to her, nothing ever really was. “it’s either we’re together or we’re friends. i’m not prepared to be neither, or both.”

calum remained quiet, unable to gather his words. he was rarely ever speechless, but times like this left him more than so. he was never good in sad situations.

“friends.. they aren’t what we are. they don’t love like us. if that’s what you want to be, be it. be my friend, but don’t keep hurting me like this.”

the maori boy smiled sadly, bringing a hand upward, tucking the girls hair behind her ear “i don’t want to be your friend, n/n.” he sighed, watching her face fall further, a thing he didnt quite think was possible. “i want to be your forever.”

a shocked look replaced the sadness, his words hitting her harder than ever, through sobs she brought his lips to hers, smile refusing to leave her face.

“i would love for you to be my forever, hood.”

(i wrote this at 2am don’t fault me if it sucks.)

#calum hood #calum 5sos #5sos #x reader #5 seconds of summer #calum 5 seconds of summer #fluff #angst with a happy ending #angst #fem reader #cute #:) #<3 #foryou #calum hood x you #calum hood x y/n #yippie

[alltimesos]

Cleaning out my camera roll 4/?

#5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #peach speaks

[conspiracy-ash]

daily calum post of the day !! ✨💛

#calum hood #calum 5sos #daily post #⚡️✨💥 #my lane

[calumsbiceps]

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos icons #calum 5sos #calum hood #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #michael 5sos #michael clifford #luke 5sos #luke hemmings #5sosfam #5sos lyrics #5sosedit #5sos memes #5sos smut #5sos aesthetic #5 second of summer imagines #calum 5 seconds of summer #luke 5 seconds of summer #ashton 5 seconds of summer #michael 5 seconds of summer #wildflower #5sos wallpaper

[valentiyne]

𝖫𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ☆ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽

Dark!Calum Hood x Fem!Reader Summary: Requested! He doesn't usually get his hands dirty, but no one messes with you. Warnings: Swearing & light bar fight violence Word Count: little under 1.2k (not proofread) Copyright © 2024 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

He's here, for the third time this week.

He sits at the bar, fifth seat down from the first, closest to me. I never got his name the first time he came in, and he never got mine.

He stares up at the television on the wall above the liquor, pretending to be amused by the re-run of a random ball game.

"Your usual?" I ask him, turning to face him.

He raises his head to look at me, his brown eyes burning into my soul as he cracks the first smile of the night.

"Yeah, you know me so well sugar"

Whiskey on the rocks, two sugar cubes, and a bowl of today's soup - three crackers. I've grown used to him. Every few days for the past four months he'd come into the bar and sit there in silence until my shift was up. My coworkers joked he was my personal bodyguard.

Today was no different, I was alone at the bar tonight since it was close to closing time. Aside from my stranger, there was a small group of guys in the corner on their seventh round. I knew I'd have to cut them off after this one, but to avoid confrontation I'm waiting until I'm done cleaning.

I hand the stranger his bowl of soup and whiskey, my eyes wandering back over to the gentlemen who now were making a ruckus.

"You're forgetting something" His voice is low and I snap my attention to him quickly, glancing over the bar top. "Oh! right"

I slide three sugar cubes over to him, smiling slightly before looking back up at the corner of the bar. The men were silent now, looking over at me with annoyed eyes.

"Hello? Can we get another round?"

I blink a few times, leaning forward to block his whiskey from their view, "Oh...I'm sorry, the bar is..erm It's closed now and I can't serve you anymore..." The men groan loudly, slamming their hands on the tables before standing up quickly. My stomach lurches and I avoid my gaze.

From the corner of my eye, I see something flying toward me and I duck down just in time for a duke glass to shatter on the mirrored wall behind me. I turn quickly and watch the guys begin to laugh hysterically.

The stranger's head snaps up now, eyeing them from the now-cracked mirror behind the liquor. My breath hitches and he stands now, finishing his whiskey and turning towards the men,

He slams the glass down on the bartop and storms towards the men, his fists clenched. "That's enough!" he exclaims, his voice loud enough to be heard over theirs. "This is a fucking bar, not a playground. You need to get the hell out and let the poor lady clean"

The men begin to chuckle, looking among themselves before the stranger's fist connects to the closest man's cheek. The drunkard staggers back, losing his balance due to the impact. He falls flat on his back, landing hard on the sticky bar floor. The other drunks are too shocked to do anything but stare, their mouths agape and their bottles of beer still in their hands.

As the stranger looms over the fallen man, his fists clenched and his face twisted into a snarl, the man on the floor looks up at him with fear in his eyes. The stranger's eyes burn with anger, but he doesn't move - he just stares down at the fallen man, his whole body tense with rage.

The bar has gone completely silent. No one moves or speaks, not even I. The only sound is the drunken breathing and slurred words of the fallen man on the floor. After a few moments of silence, the drunk men scurry out of my bar and down the street, screaming nonsense.

I went to thank the stranger, but to my surprise, he was already leaving.

Just as suddenly as he appeared, the stranger turned and left as quickly as he came, disappearing into the alleyway. I quickly followed after, locking the back door with my lanyard and rushing the direction he was headed.

"Hey!!"

I run down a dimly lit alleyway, chasing after the stranger, determined to catch up to him. I can hear the soft pitter-patter of his footsteps echoing off the walls, and I rush to match them as quickly as I can. I finally spot him a few feet ahead, a cigarette between his lips as he walks cooly.

"Wait up" I jog a bit faster, catching up to him and placing my hand on his forearm to stop him. He begins to slow, turning to face me with a smile. He takes a long drag on his cigarette before flicking it, the orange ember lighting up the darkness for just a moment. He looks at me for a long moment, his smile growing bigger as he notices my hand on his forearm.

"Sugar"

I rub my arm sheepishly, looking around the dark alleyway we stood in, "You didn't need to do that, I would've been fine"

He scoffs, putting the cigarette back between his lips, "You gave me three sugar cubes instead of two- it was bothering you"

He leans down to look closer at my face, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks me up and down. His eyes are sharp and piercing, like a hawk analyzing its prey. He takes another drag on his cigarette, the smoke puffing out his nose with each breath.

"What's your game, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Why are you really here?"

I laugh now, shaking my head and rubbing my forehead with the palms of my hands. He was right, never once did I mess up his lasting order.

"I'm Y/n"

He nods, looking me up and down, "I don't do the whole relationship shit"

"Who said I wanted anything? I just want to know who has been sitting in my bar" I cross my arms, stating matter of factly.

He smiles slightly, flicking the amber from the cigarette, "Calum"

We stare at each other for a few moments, letting the cold air and smoke dance around us before he speaks. "I believe you owe me another drink"

I crack a smile, nudging him softly, "The bar is actually closed.. maybe tomorrow night?"

"Good thing I have whiskey at my place."

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[sgfgn1k4]

hi nika nation!!! this is my first post!!

#michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #calum 5sos #5sos #mgc #twitch

[lovealwaysmichael]

Writers block is kicking my ass I have no ideas on what to write if anybody has a request please send it to me I need ideas

#5sos fic #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #5sosfam #5sos x reader #michael 5sos #5sos imagine #5sos #5sos fanfic