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kindahoping4forever · 4 years ago

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Feedback // Ashton Irwin

I've been sitting on this fic for a minute so thank you to everyone who's patiently waited for me to post it (shoutout to Sly)! This story was really just me getting inspired and clowning after Ashton's "Down To Earth" IG stream back in April. As always, thanks to @cal-puddies for the invaluable guidance as I tried to pare my writing style down into a pwp format (try being the operative word, 3500 words is still the best we could do lmao).

Warnings: Distracted Boyfriend!Ash, oral sex on a male, moderately rough unprotected sex (on the red leather couch) including mild dirty talk, brief choking and a spank or two.

Word Count: 3535

Masterlist // Ko-Fi and New 2021 Taglist linked above

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"Baby! I didn't know you were home!"

You turn around to see Ashton in the doorway of the bedroom, voice as cheerful as the yellow beanie covering his head.

"Didn't hear you come in," he comments, walking over to you.

You slide your arms around your boyfriend’s neck with a sigh. "Rushed up here, phone was about two seconds from shutting off," you explain, greeting him with a tender kiss.

He watches as you kick off your shoes and yank your bra off under your shirt, tossing everything haphazardly in the direction of the closet before flinging yourself on the bed. "Tough day?"

You groan, dragging your hands over your face before extending your arms, encouraging him to join you. “Eh, not great and very long,” you report, giving a satisfied sigh when Ash climbs on the bed and immediately pulls you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You do the same and the both of you lay quietly in this prone embrace for several peaceful moments before you break the silence. “How about you, how was your day?”

You feel him shrug under your body. “Can’t complain,” is his simple reply.

“Make anything cool?” You prompt, knowing he’s being low-key because he thinks you need to chill out, not realizing nothing relaxes you more than listening to him talk about his passions.

“Hmm… anything cool...” Ash giggles, hugging you closer. “I dunno, got a good start goin’ on this one track that could be pretty cool, got a nice vibe.”

You raise your head up to look at him and scratch your fingers across his beard, you’re so glad he decided to let it grow again. “Yeah? Tell me more.”

He hums as you continue to rub his face. “Only been at it for a couple hours, ‘s just a track for now, we’ll see what I can do with it,” he breezes, moving your hand from his face to his mouth so he can kiss it.

“Well, whenever you feel like you need a fresh pair of ears, I’d love to hear it,” you enthuse, moving to lay at his side.

He turns to give you a bright grin. “Yeah? A little in-house focus group?” He teases, leaning in for a sweet kiss that starts to get needy the longer it goes on.

You pull off his hat, running your fingers through his long hair as he moves to kiss along your neck. “Don’t know if you know this but I’m a big fan of your work,” you tease back.

He kisses your lips again, biting a bit as he pulls away to quip, “We talking ‘bout my music or something else?”

You giggle, deciding that indulging this frisky mood is exactly how you would like to unwind tonight. You inch closer, pulling him back into a kiss and he responds eagerly, hand coming up to massage at the base of your neck like it always does. For the next few minutes, the only thoughts in your mind revolve around Ashton, how he feels, how he tastes and where you need his mouth or hands on you next.

When you let out a moan at the way his fingers are gripping your skin under your shirt and he doesn’t press himself against you in response, you can tell he’s gotten distracted. You laugh knowingly against his lips, “You’re back to thinking about that song now, aren’t you?”

He looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I was actually still workin’ and came up here just to grab a hoodie when I found you.”

You playfully push him off of you, shaking your head. “Dude, you should’ve told me! You know I’m not one to fuck with The Process,” you admonish, scrunching your nose up at the trail of kisses he pecks over your face as he sits up.

“Nah, my brain needed a break and my girl needed me, it worked out perfectly,” he insists, rubbing your arm affectionately before getting off the bed.

He quickly fishes his desired sweatshirt out of the closet and pulls it on over his t-shirt, mussing his hair even more than you already had. He walks back over, ready to kiss you goodbye when you sit up on your knees to stop him. “I was serious about giving it a listen if ya want,” you say, smoothing his hair down before resting your hands on top of his inside his hoodie pocket. “If you’re not ready that’s fine but just FYI I‘m interested.”

Ash grins at you, squeezing your hands before using them to pull you to your feet. “Aww, you know you’re my fave audience, baby,” he gushes, reaching to grab his hat off the bed. “Let’s go give it a spin.”

“Well. As much as you can ‘spin’ a computer file,” you mutter, trying to annoy him just because it’s fun.

As you head for the door, you hear him snort behind you a split second before he grabs you, sliding his beanie on your head far enough to cover your eyes; you burst into giggles as he playfully bumps into you, passing you in the hallway. “Smart ass,” he grumbles, voice still smiling.

Ash makes it down to the basement first and starts clicking on files and flicking switches, excited to play his work for you. You stop at the foot of the stairs and survey the room with wonder. Multiple guitars - electric, acoustic, bass, 12-string - are strewn across the room, cables run from his computer to the adjacent room where he houses his drums, food delivery containers line the coffee table; he’s clearly been down here since you left this morning.

While he sets up, you make yourself useful, setting the guitars back in their racks, stacking the food trash; when you’re done, you start to drag a chair over to the computer when you notice he’s staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“What are ya mad at me or somethin’?” He scoffs, patting his legs and looking at you expectantly.

You smirk and take a seat in his lap, watching closely as his long fingers fly over the keyboard, hand adeptly working the mouse, making a few final adjustments to the track. You hear a quiet “there we go” under his breath and then he’s settling in, pulling you back against him and rubbing over your thighs as you wait for the song to begin.

It’s a simple demo so far - layered background vocals, drum and bass, some synth, a little guitar line here and there - but he’s right, it’s definitely a vibe. You’re pleased that his reflection is visible in the computer screen, you love seeing him grooving behind you, pursing his lips and nodding his head along to the beat as you feel his fingers tapping along on your waist while he holds you close.

The track is short and before he can even ask your opinion, you tell him to play it again; his face lights up at your request and he proudly complies. When it finishes this time, you shift to look at him and smile. “That’s wild you did that all yourself and in such a short amount of time,” you marvel. “See, I was right, you did do something cool.”

Ashton laughs, kissing the side of your head as he leans forward to reach the keyboard. “You think so? Well, what’s really cool is this…” He starts clicking around again, isolating the different elements and revealing which sounds are electronic and which are live instruments, which section he thinks he’ll write lyrics over tomorrow, where he’s thinking of pasting in more guitar.

You respond when appropriate but mostly you just listen intently, watching fondly as he animatedly details his thought process; this is why you offered to come down here with him, this is the best part about being his “fave audience.” You love his music but more than that, you love how much he loves his music.

He stops mid-explanation of a section to tinker with it, clearly having a brainstorm right in front of you. You curl into his chest, observing quietly as he cycles through effects and begins stacking tracks. He chews his lip, deep in thought as he lets the song play again and you can't help but press a few kisses to his jaw.

Ash continues his work and you continue yours, moving from his jaw to his neck; your kisses eventually become more heated, with you adding tongue and even teeth to the equation. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, wiggling his earring with the tip of your tongue and finally he pulls away, chuckling, "Baby, come on."

You shrug, playing with his hair. "I just love watching you work."

He laughs, "Then goddamn, baby, let me work!" He growls as you nip at his throat and you smile to yourself because you can tell he's already rethinking his request.

"Seems like you shoulda thought about this before you invited a girl down to your basement to listen to some dreamy space pop alien makeout jam," you tease, relishing the feeling of his laughter vibrating his throat under your tongue.

"Can I get you to leave that review when this goes up on iTunes?" He cracks, finally turning his attention to you.

"I might be persuaded," you flirt, humming with victory as he pulls you into a hungry kiss.

Ashton wastes no time returning the affection you showed him, lips devouring yours, hands quickly making their way under your shirt to lazily massage your tits. You’re mid-moan, his fingers just about to make it inside your waistband when suddenly he’s pulling away.

It takes you a beat to realize what’s happened, your body confused by the sudden absence of his touch. You open your eyes to see him busy at the computer again and it’s so absurd to you, you have to laugh.

“Two minutes,” he says half-apologetically, half-distracted, squeezing your thigh but not taking his eyes off the screen.

You smirk to yourself, immediately aware of what your next move is. “Take as long as you need, baby. When genius strikes, you gotta go for it,” you state ominously, not that he notices. Nor does he notice you sliding yourself off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.

You run your hands up and down his thick thighs before letting your touch wander to the front of his jeans, palming over his crotch, happy to find that at least part of him was interested in your makeout session. You can’t decide if you’re more amused or annoyed by his focus but it’s not until your hand is on his cock, freeing him from his pants that he tears himself away from his project.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you with something?”

You lock eyes with him as you stick your tongue out and dramatically lick your hand, coating your palm with saliva before giving his cock a tight squeeze and beginning to stroke him steadily. “I also had a genius idea I was just following through on,” you shrug. “Might take a little longer than two minutes, though, I’m a bit out of practice… my boyfriend’s been pretty busy.”

Ash giggles wildly, both at your joke and your audacity. “You’re crazy, I’m literally about to be done with… fuck…” His retort is interrupted by you, eyes still trained on his, licking long stripes up the sides of his cock, sucking gently at the head before licking your way back down.

“Go ahead and finish your work, baby, I’ll just keep busy until you’re done,” you insist, mischief in your eyes as you look up one last time before taking him into your mouth.

You hear a sharp inhale, a softly chuckled “fuckin’ ridiculous” and then finally, mouse clicks as he attempts to get back to it. You do your best to distract him, bobbing up and down enthusiastically, sucking loudly, humming around him, making sure he knows how much you’re enjoying your task.

It only takes a minute or so for him to get sidetracked by your efforts. “This is a shitty home demo I’ve spent all of 90 minutes on, there’s no way it’s so good you just had to have my cock right here and now,” he insists, struggling to keep his voice steady, not wanting you to hear how affected he is.

You pop off, gingerly playing with his balls as you zing back, “I dunno babe, you guys had plenty of shitty songs on your first album and from what I’ve heard, you did more than alright in the pussy department.”

Ashton’s laughter quickly turns to a strained moan as you slide back down on him, letting him hit the back of your throat. “My bad, didn’t realize I’d shacked up with a groupie,” he jokes. You silently congratulate yourself as you notice him flexing his hand into a fist, knowing he’s trying to keep himself from pressing down on your head.

You pull off him again, making sure to let the spit cascade from your mouth as you smugly reply, “Like I said before: big fan.” Before he can even think about responding, your mouth is back on him.

You’re not surprised he attempts to resume working again; you’re both stubborn, it’s a wonder anything ever gets resolved in your relationship. You can tell he’s trying his best to stay on task but the whispered curses under his breath give him away. As a last resort, he turns the volume on his speaker up a few more notches, hoping the track will drown out the exaggerated choking sounds you’re intent on making.

A few moments later, he reaches down and yanks his beanie off your head. “Fuckin’ bright yellow bouncing over my crotch is hard to ignore,” he grumbles. “All I see is my hat, looks like I’m suckin’ my own dick for all I know.”

You can’t resist continuing to rib him. “How is that not your greatest fantasy? Your favorite person giving you your favorite pleasure?”

He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, did you want to blow me or roast me?”

You give him your brightest smile and reply, “Unlike you, I’m pretty good at multi-tasking.”

A brief cackle and a clipped “alright” are all you hear before you’re being hoisted up off the ground, thrown over Ash’s shoulder and carried over to the couch across the room. You squeal with surprise and delight as he unceremoniously dumps you on it, briskly strips you both of your clothes and promptly bends you over the red leather.

He nudges your knees further apart, pressing you against the back of the couch. “Of course you’re this fuckin’ wet already,” he teases, breath hot on your neck as he runs himself through your folds. “You think that’s from my cock down your throat or from you winding me up so much?”

Whatever clever comeback you’d thought up dies on the tip of your tongue because suddenly he’s sliding his cock inside you and now that’s all you can care about. You whine as he quickly establishes a vigorous pace, one hand bracing himself against the couch, the other reaching around you, down your torso to reach your clit. “How’s this for multi-tasking?”

A few breathless cries of his name are the best you can manage as he relentlessly plays with you, somehow in perfect rhythm with his rough thrusts, sending your whole body into sensory overload.

“Or how ‘bout this?” He growls, moving his hand from between your legs to your throat, fingers offering just the slightest amount of pressure, knowing it’ll drive you crazy wondering if and when he’ll add more. “Don’t got any more funny jokes for me, baby?”

You moan at his taunting, placing a hand on top of his on your neck, trying to get him to squeeze harder; he refuses and his denial makes you moan even louder. "Jesus, Ash," you pant, pushing back against him to egg him on. “Feels so fucking good.”

You're so caught up that you don't even notice his song is still playing over the speakers until a few moments later when Ashton suddenly pulls out of you, muttering to himself as he grabs the remote from the coffee table and shuts the music off.

Confused, you look back and see him amusedly shaking his head. "Yes, I was still producing that in my head, don’t start," he giggles.

You fall back on the couch, laughing in disbelief. “We’ve gotta get you some hobbies, buddy, that’s insane.”

He snickers, laying you on your back and settling on the couch behind you, pulling your leg over his hip. “I don’t think fucking you counts as a hobby,” he jokes, gripping his cock and slipping it back inside you.

“Not with that attitude,” you quip, a little more breathlessly than you meant to but with how slowly Ash is rocking into you, you can’t help it.

You tilt towards him, angling yourself to pull his mouth down to yours; you’re feeling overwhelmed and you need him close. His tongue traces over your lips, his kiss the familiar reassurance you need in this moment. “Ash…” You whimper quietly, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of his beard grazing your skin.

“I know, baby, me too,” he soothes, cradling you tighter against him. His hips begin to pick up speed and his hand moves to knead your breasts and tug at your nipples before travelling further down.

Ashton rubs slow, tight circles on your clit, stopping to give your thigh a light smack when you start raising your hips a little too eagerly, bucking up in an attempt to get him to move at a speed more to your liking. You moan first at the realization that he’s going to keep teasing you like this and then again, louder, at the sharp slap of his palm that once again comes down on your skin.

“You’ve got a nice tone tonight, baby, I should get you to lay down some vocals for this track,” he jokes, choking back a moan of his own when your surprised laughter causes you to clench around his length.

You chuckle smugly at him, “Not so funny all of a sudden, huh?”

You feel yourself getting closer so you start rolling your hips along with his, murmuring at the feeling of him deep inside you; you grind against his hand playing between your legs and as he finally amps up the pace, your release becomes closer and closer to reality. Your breathing syncs with his in a needy, staccato rhythm that wouldn’t have sounded out of place in his song.

“Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. Typically when he asks you that while he’s buried in you, there’s a tone of arrogance or punishment behind it but right now as he holds you, your sounds continuing to meld together, it couldn’t feel farther from that.

“Yes, Ash, god yes…” you breathe, reaching to hold onto him as your orgasm overtakes you.

Ashton keeps driving his cock inside you, whining slightly at the feeling of you pulsing around him. You cry out, not realizing how loud or long your moans are until you hear his voice in your ear, gently lulling you back down.

He’s still moving inside you, hips beginning to stutter and when you hear his breath catch, you know he’s there. You tuck yourself into him, cooing, “Come on, Ash... fill me up, babe.” Three strokes later and he’s pumping his cum inside you, gasping your name. He slows his movements, heavy breath underscored by a contented hum as you caress his bearded cheek.

He leans in and kisses you passionately, completely enveloping you, possibly your favorite feeling in the world. He exhales loudly and keeps holding you, kissing over your face tenderly.

You giggle as he indulges for a moment before reluctantly pulling away, reaching for the takeout napkins on the coffee table; he attentively cleans you up and quickly settles back onto the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You lay together, blissed out, while you play with the necklace hanging down on his chest and he strokes over your hair.

“Hey, sorry I gave you such a hard time,” you smile. “Didn’t realize how much I wanted your attention until I didn’t have it anymore.”

He looks at you, amused. “Honestly didn’t notice you acting any differently.”

You jab his side. “Also sorry I talked shit about your first album, I do actually like it quite a bit.”

Ash cackles, tracing designs on your back. “Oh good, I was worried that was going to be what finally drives us apart,” he cracks.

You snicker, nuzzling your head into his chest. You enjoy a few quiet moments together before he begins softly humming an unfamiliar melody and you smile, knowing his creative wheels are turning again.

You lift your head up again to offer one last apology. “I’m sorry I once again disrupted The Process.”

Ashton laughs mischievously, running his hands down your body. “I mean… overall I’d say this was some pretty valuable feedback.”

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talkfastromance4 · 5 years ago

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Cross Her (C.H Part iii)

Summary: With a new album and tour soon to be on the rise, 5SOS’s management has decided to put Calum into a public relationship.

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Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part II

They had two radio interviews to do in the morning and all Calum could think about was spending the day at the beach with Grace. It was 7:30 in the morning and although he wanted to text her, he knew she was still fast asleep. Was she dreaming of him?

“All right! Good morning guys! How are we feeling on the morning after your debut single of “Falling All into You” last night?” the host asks.

“A little hungover,” Ashton laughs and the rest of the guys follow.

“Well hey, it’s a killer song you should have celebrated last night. Tell me, what was the inspiration behind this? Calum, I know you’ve got a newly sprouted relationship, was your lady the cause?”

“Ash and I both wrote it actually,” Calum speaks into the mic. “And when we were discussing who would do the vocals I volunteered. On our last album we didn’t have love songs, songs that were explicitly love songs, so this one is tender.”

“Tender, that’s a good word for it, actually,” Michael chortles in his mic. “I like that.”

“And what did all the 5sos women think of the song?”

“They like it, I think,” Luke says, “Sierra has heard me practice it for the last three months and she told me she liked it. I don’t think that changed. I hope.” He lets out a nervous chortle.

“Is this a good indicator on what this next album is going to sound like? Almost like a . . . uh rock ballad, almost?”

“I mean, this is definitely going to be a somewhat different album, we do have another slower song, sort of like Ghost of You but not as heavy um, lyrically wise and. . .”

Calum zones out while Ashton explains their new sound and feels his phone buzz in his sweatshirt pocket. He pulls it out and sees Grace’s name in the little message bar, he put the pink hibiscus flower next to her name. He’s not quite sure why but when he saw it it made him think of her.

The song is definitely tender, I love that. It’s perfect. If you’re hungover I’ll bring iced coffee to the beach J have fun at the other interview

Calum is beaming. Here she is, texting him before 8 a.m. commenting on his response on the radio show. She was awake and listening to him and it made him feel all warm inside. His response was quick:

How are you awake right now? My head is killing me

Had to listen to you! The response to the song is incredible, you’re already trending rockstar

Really? That’s great!

Okay I’m gonna get some more sleep my eyes are as heavy as 10 pound weights. But I wanted to hear you on the radio, btw you should talk more. Your voice is nice, ten more points

Have a good sleep, sweetheart. We’re tied now, you realize

oh I know J

Calum pocketed his phone and pulled his attention back to the interview. They were discussing when the album would be released. Calum couldn’t stop smiling. He liked how she wrote the number ten both numerically and printed. It was quirky but it was Grace. He liked how she woke up specifically to listen to him on the radio.

With the song trending, Grace’s texts and the promise of seeing her in a few hours, Calum was soaring above cloud nine.

The other interview went about the same. Same questions, same stupid games but Calum did speak up a bit more. He felt like he needed to impress Grace when she watched the interview later. He hoped she didn’t mind him talking about her.

Finally, finally as they left the radio station he was about to see Grace. Walking out of the building some fans were barricaded off by guards and those metal blockades. Calum heard his name screamed the most and Grace’s was even mixed in.

“What are they saying about Grace?” he asks Ashton as they walk to the cars.

“Uh . . .” Ashton looks beyond Calum trying to listen. “Sounds like they’re saying you guys are cute together.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Calum smiles climbing into the back of the SUV.

“You two were getting pretty snuggly on the boat last night,” Ashton waggles his eyebrows. “Is this fake thing not so fake anymore?”

Calum shrugs. He’s not too sure what’s going on but the more time he spends with Grace . . . .

When Calum picked her up from her hotel room, she seemed a bit off. Her smile was a little less radiant and it didn’t meet her eyes. He decided to let it go for a bit thinking maybe she’s still tired from the night before.

“You look nice,” he compliments as they’re exiting the car. She has on white shorts and a coral colored top that just stops just about her midriff. She looks more than nice but he doesn’t want to overstep.

“Thanks,” she snickers, “my beach look is no make-up.”

“You don’t need make-up so that’s worth 50 points.”

“Fifty?! We aren’t tied anymore,” she pouts shouldering the bag with all their goodies following Calum to the sand.

“As it should be,” he winks then takes a sharp left away from the big crowd.

“Where are we going?”

“This is a little private area so we won’t be ogled at or get photos taken. Today is a relaxing day, Grace.”

They set up camp quickly, Grace even brought a big umbrella to stick in the sand and some pillows. Calum was impressed as he sat down on the blanket.

“Where’d you get all this stuff?” he shakes the umbrella making sure it was sturdy before turning to look at Grace who was pulling out snacks from her big bag.

“I took an Uber and went shopping. I get a little cabin crazy being in the hotel all the time,” she makes a face handing him a mule cup then pours iced coffee from a thermos.

Calum frowns, he hates how she’s locked up in the hotel room like a tower. It’s not homey and she has no means of transportation, not that he’d want her to drive in LA in the first place. Traffic is crazy.

“If you want I could pull for a driver for you,” he suggests.

“Oh, no I couldn’t—“

“Please, it’ll ease my mind knowing you’re with someone I know and trust instead of some stranger from Uber. I’ve read the stories.”

Grace’s body relaxes. “Okay, that’s really sweet of you. Thank you.”

He gives her his best smile then looks out to the water then back at her and wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “Wanna head in?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice!”

To his surprise she only removes her shorts revealing more of her legs and her swimsuit bottoms. Apparently her top was her swimsuit top. Her bottoms were high-waisted and showed off her curves tastefully. He was so preoccupied checking her out (discreetly of course) he hadn’t even removed his tank top yet.

“Are you going to swim in your tank top or what?” she laughs.

Calum removes it quickly then Grace grabs hold of his hand tugging him to the water’s edge. Before they go in she stops in the wet sand, her toes curling in and out creating small grooves.

“This is the first time I’ll actually be going in the ocean,” she admits excitedly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve always felt drawn to it, maybe it’s cause I’m a Cancer and a water sign but I don’t know. The water is my second home.”

“Wait, when’s your birthday?”

“July 6,” she smiles shyly.

“That’s a—“

“Day before Ashton’s, I know,” she nods. “I’m a year younger than him though.”

“Your birthday is coming up! We need to celebrate!”

“Nah, we don’t have to. I was hoping to maybe fly back home for my birthday if it doesn’t mess up with our um . . . deal.”

“I’ll fly you back there myself.”

“No, Calum it’s fine. Francesca will probably want us to stay in town because of the release and—“

“I don’t care what Francesca wants. We created our own boundaries, right? We’ll go back to your home for your birthday, okay? Now, let’s get you into this home now.”

He takes the first steps into the warm ocean water and he pulls her with him. He watches her the whole time, loving the soft gasp that emits from her lips at the first touch of the sea. A glorious smile shines on her face as they wade deeper and deeper until it’s a little bit past her waist. The water just touches Calum’s hips but since she’s shorter it met her first.

Their hands join together under the water and she does a small happy dance causing Calum to laugh at her antics.

“Feel good?” he laughs.

“It feels wonderful!” she releases one of his hands to dip herself all the way back so her hair gets wet.

She comes back up with her hair clinging to her back and Calum thinks she looks like a mermaid. Water droplets race down her skin and she shakes his hand.

“Come on, let’s swim!”

All the other girls Calum has been with never ever swam in the ocean. They just stood there to cool off before going back to the sand to catch up on their tan. She does the breast stroke, floats on her back and even goes under the water to swim a few paces.

Calum is fascinated by her until she splashes him in the chest.

“What are you, my lifeguard? Swim around, Cal.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. With a devious smirk, he launches himself at her through the water and picks her up in his arms. She squeals against him and he tosses her back in the water. When she surfaces she’s laughing and wipes the water from her eyes before trying to tackle him as well.

Playing along (and to make her feel strong) he lets himself be barreled over into the water. At one point she hops on his back and he tries to run deep in the water, his feet slipping in the sand and her laughter in his ear.

After playing around in the water they both became hungry and went back to their blanket. Grace dabbed herself a little dry before getting onto it and taking out the food. Calum gazes in amazement at all of the goodies she takes out; watermelon, veggie chips, grapes, pretzels, hummus and a thermos of iced tea.

“You’re incredible,” he splutters and Grace beams.

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Calum is a bit more somber while he and the boys are in New York for more promo for Falling All into You because Grace is on his mind. He wonders if she’s spending time with the girls. He’s in constant contact with her and with Francesca who is finding the perfect house for Grace to stay in instead of the hotel.

Grace is writing a lot while Calum is away. He’s on her mind constantly but she’s been hanging out with Sierra a lot which is nice. She feels like she can confide in her and they get lunch almost every day.

“So, I know you and Cal are doing the whole fake relationship for the song, how’re you holding up with that?” Sierra asks when they’re eating at a small bistro.

It’s Wednesday and the guys will be back in two days, Grace can’t wait.

“I’m doing okay,” Grace nods swirling her straw in her glass. “It’s not really as bad as I thought it was going to be. I thought Francesca and Dewey would be ordering me around like a puppet but Calum said we’d make our own boundaries.”

“That’s good!” Sierra smiles then smirks a little, “are you catching feelings at all?”

Grace swirls her ice faster, is she catching feelings? She thinks she is, she’s actually one hundred percent sure she is. It’s so easy with Calum and even though they’re relationship is ‘fake’ she’s never connected more with anyone before. Even in past relationships she felt like she couldn’t really be herself but with Calum it was a different story.

Should she tell Sierra what she’s feeling? Grace has a good feeling about her but she also knows how girls can be two faced and is unsure.

“You don’t have to tell me if you are,” Sierra assures putting her hand on Grace’s. “But I’ve known Calum for a while and I’m pretty sure he has feelings for you.”

“Why do you say that?” Grace asks trying very, very hard to keep her voice even. But inside, butterflies are erupting in her stomach.

“The way he looks at you, even when you aren’t around him he’s always searching for you to make sure you’re okay. Luke does the same for me,” she smiles, “and the way he says your name is so . . . tender.”

Grace can’t help the blush that colors her cheeks.

“And I bet he’s wishing he was here instead of in New York.”

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The next few days went by a little bit faster, Calum would Facetime Grace whenever he got back in the hotel. He’d ask about her day, what she did, and what the best part was and if she wrote anything. She always joked, ‘I’m always writing in my head,’ and it made him smile each time.

Grace wanted to go meet him at the airport but he kindly declined because the fans can get pretty crazy there. She even suggested that Sierra could go with her, they’ve gotten close this past week, and Calum knew Luke didn’t even like Sierra coming to pick him up. Regardless of them being engaged now, some fans still sent her hate mail and rude comments and he didn’t want to put her right in the line of fire.

And besides, Calum wanted to pick Grace up from the hotel because her newly rented home was finally furnished and ready for her to move in. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Yeah, he was supposed to be getting ready for the Friends of Friends show that night, but Grace was more important to him.

When he picked her up she threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug, he chuckled into her hair and hugged her tightly back. She felt so soft and yet solid in his arms, this was the first hug they’ve shared and it felt so good. He got a good look at her and saw she was wearing one of the FOF long sleeve shirts.

“Nice shirt,” he comments.

“Thanks, I thought it’d be fitting for tonight,” she smiles.

“Get your purse and things, I have to show you something.”

Grace is jittering in her seat the whole way to . . . wherever it was that Calum was taking her. She tried getting it out of him the whole ride what he had to show her but Calum kept his lips sealed. When he rolled to a stop in front of a small blue home, he looked at her expectantly then out the window.

Grace looked at the house then back at Calum in confusion.

“Are we at your house?”

“No, we’re at your house,” he grins then unbuckles quickly and exits the car. He opens her door and she’s gaping at him, still buckled and wide eyed. He reaches over to unbuckle her belt then takes her hand pulling her out of the car.

“My what?”

“I spoke with Francesca and this is where you’re going to be staying while you write your book. I couldn’t stand you being up in that hotel room all the time,” he shakes his head leading her to the front door. “It’s a little further from my house, but I figured you’d like the quiet suburbs to remind you of your home.”

“Calum, this is—“she shakes her head in disbelief as he pulls out a key from his pocket.

“Don’t even say it. Want to go inside?” he dangles the key in front of her.

With a shaky hand she plucks the key from between his finger and pushes it through the key slot. It turns easily and she opens it to see beech wood flooring all around except for in the living room to the right. It has lush looking carpet with a big dark gray couch with a ton of blankets, a TV, and a coffee table.

Calum nudges her gently from behind so he can shut the door behind him, he peers around to look at her face and she’s still struck in awe.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he says gently.

The kitchen is medium sized with a small island in the middle that has flowers in a vase and a round table to the right for eating. Calum keeps guiding her through the halls until they reach her master bedroom. It has a king sized bed with a mural above it of the ocean. There’s French doors to the left that lead out to her fenced in backyard, with a hot tub, and a nice patio.

“The bathroom is through there,” he points past the large screen TV opposite the bed, “and past the kitchen is another little room I had set up to be your creative room. I thought it’d be a nice temporary home while you’re—“

Grace leaps into his arms hugging him tightly. Her face is buried in his shoulder and hot tears fall through her eyes in pure happiness, disbelief and gratitude. Calum wraps his arms around her, he holds her easily off the floor.

“D’you like it?” he mumbles into her hair.

“I love it,” she cries into his shirt.

He pulls her from his chest gently so he can see her face. A tear rolls down her cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb, his heart is hammering in his chest. Was this all wrong?

“Why’re you crying?” he continues wiping the tears from her face as they fall freely, his thumbs are like windshield wipers.

“Because, this is too much and you’ve been so good to me. No one has ever done something like this for me and we’ve only known each other for a month and I don’t know how I’ll every repay you for all of this—“she chokes on her words as her emotions take over.

“Hey, hey, you don’t owe me anything,” he shakes his head. “This is a gift. You’ve sacrificed so much for being here, I feel like I’m repaying you,” he chuckles.

Grace shakes her head and looks down trying to hide her tear stained face from him. Calum won’t have that so he lowers his head until he’s looking into her eyes.

“Can you smile for me? This has to earn me at least a hundred points of adorable, right?” he asks and she gives him a watery laugh. “There we go. No more crying, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods then sniffs. “And you get 75 points.”

Calum laughs.

In this moment Calum wants to kiss her tears away. Their faces are so close together he could count how many eyelashes are on her lid but instead, he pulls her in for another hug. With her arms wrapped around his waist and his cheek resting on his head, his kiss to her forehead was like a reflex.

#calum hood #calum hood fanfiction #calum hood 5sos #calum hood imagines #calum hood imagine #ashton irwin fanfiction #michael clifford fanfiction #luke hemmings fanfiction #ashton irwin 5sos #michael clifford 5sos #luke hemmings 5sos

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dustedmagazine · 6 years ago

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Dust Volume 4, Number 10

Underworld and Iggy Pop photo by Rob Ashton Baker

The fall rush of record releases is in full swing, and unopened promos are piling up like leaves on hard drives, kitchen counters and office floors. We’ll never catch up, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth trying, as Dusted writers crack open the obscure and the celebrated, the familiar and the new to us, the comfortably in our lanes and the way out there. As always this edition of Dust covers a lot of ground, from retro New Orleans R&B to grind to dream pop to some eyebrow raising cross-genre collaborations. There is also a surprising amount of improvised bass music. Contributors this time include Jennifer Kelly, Ian Mathers, Bill Meyer and Jonathan Shaw.

Carlo Ditta — Pass the Hatchet b/w Life in Heaven (Orleans)

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After a lifetime of making other people sound good — as the songwriter for the Mighty Sam McClain, Willie Deville and others and as the long-time proprietor of Orleans records — Carlo Ditta carves out a space in the front for himself in this smoldering R&B single. “Pass the Hatchet” on side A revives a slithery 1966 classic by New Orleans songwriter Earl “Stereo” Stanley Oropeza, with Oropeza himself in tow. The song is a marvel of shimmery swamp guitars, squalling sax and back-slanting swagger, like Andre Williams in a deep ruminative groove. “Life in Heaven” is slower, blearier and more rickety, like a Tom Waits cut lost in the rain. There’s no hurry anywhere in these two sides, no particular urgency in catching your ear, but give it time and a moody magic will take hold, hot, humid and indolent.

Jennifer Kelly

EMA — Outtakes from Exile EP (City Slang)

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As you might expect from an EP of offcuts from a very strong album, only a few of the five tracks on the newest release from Erika M. Anderson are truly essential, but nothing here is really lacking either. And those two tracks are at near opposite ends of the spectrum of EMA’s work; the 20-minute “Breathalyzer Instrumental (EMA Long Cut)” is pretty much what it says on the tin, one-third of an hour worth of the sinister, fuzzed out, gradually shifting drone and clang that underscored one of the highlights of Exile in the Outer Ring. To listeners not into this kind of thing it probably feels indulgent; for the converted, it could easily be doubled or tripled (or just, you know, looped). Whereas “From the Love That We Made,” which Anderson feels strongly enough about to play at recent shows is more distinctly song-like and intensely emotional in a way that links it to everything from Exile opening track “Seven Years” all the way back to Anderson’s “Cherylee” from her years in Gowns. The other three songs here are worthy of being collected (two being fun, darkly electronic tunes and “Anything Good” feeling like a dry run for “Down and Out” from the album with different subject matter) but it’s in those two tracks, one of which it feels like a shame there wasn’t room for on Exile and one which absolutely would not have fit in, that are the best reminders of EMA’s talents.

Ian Mathers

Billy Gomberg — Beginners (Dinzu Artifacts)

Beginners by Billy Gomberg

Billy Gomberg is no beginner. He’s been releasing music of his own and with Fraufraulein, a duo with Anne Guthrie, for nearly a decade. And the sound sources he uses on this tape are familiar ones — electric bass, urban field recordings, synthesizer and hand-manipulated objects. Even so, it feels like something new is happening here. Gomberg’s music has often seemed to stretch away from the listener, luring you to follow it through virtual expanses of space and time. Now it seems closer at hand, the sounds like sunning fish just under a pond’s surface. They’re simultaneously more recognizable and more processed that what he’s played in the past, creating a discreet reality that never quite loses its mystery no matter how often you play it.

Bill Meyer

Brandon Lopez — Quoniam Facta Sum Vilis (Astral Spirits)

quoniam facta sum vilis by Brandon Lopez

One door closes, others open. Barre Phillips, the grand-père of solitary improvised double bass performance, has just closed out a half century of exploration with a final solo CD. In the same year, two musicians young enough to be his grandkids have taken up the gauntlet by releasing albums on Astral Spirits. Luke Stewart’s wasn’t quite solo; he gave his amplifier a co-starring role. But Brandon Lopez’s Quoniam Facta Sum Vilis is full-on mano a contrabass. Each of its eight tracks zeros in on a particular way to attack the instrument. Fittingly, “Vanitas” sounds like it arises from some great sonic depth to ascend to a writing platform. On “Lay,” stark figures blossom and twist like bursts of turbulent cloud erupting from a soon-to-blow volcano. The energy that Lopez expends on each track might give the listener pause. Will he stay in his corner? Will he throw the fight? No, he comes back for another round, and the listener’s the winner.

Bill Meyer

Stefan Neville / Greg Malcolm — A Nuance (Feeding Tube)

A Nuance (2017) by Greg Malcolm + Stefan Neville

Sometimes you can listen to a record and know who engineered or produced it. Steve Albini, Steve Lillywhite, Roy Thomas Baker — these guys have a signature sound or respect for certain kinds of sound that stands out no matter who they’re recording. To that number, add New Zealander Stefan Neville. He’s mostly recorded himself, performing under the name Pumice, and anytime he gets his hands on the two-track he favors a blown-speaker distorted quality that’s unmistakably his own. That sound meets a song selection process that could best be described as “let’s call our favorite tunes and whack ‘em down” on this record, which was mostly recorded live one night in 2015 in Ohope, a surfer’s haven situated on the Bay of Plenty. Research turned up no evidence that Neville, who plays drums, keyboards, and tapes, and Malcolm, a marvelously idiosyncratic guitarist whose aesthetic cherry-picks the best of rock, jazz and the folk musics of the world, caught any waves while making this record. But their treatment of the Klezmer tune “Sirba” evokes mental images of dudes with sidecurls riding their boards right through that hole in your woofer. They aren’t confined to one mode of transportation, though; in their hands “Telstar” becomes an ode to a rocket ship held together by duct tape and the Scottish hornpipe “Banish Misfortune” soundtracks a dogged march through ruins.

Bill Meyer

The Papercuts—Parallel Universe Blues (Slumberland)

Parallel Universe Blues by Papercuts

Jason Quever’s sixth album as Papercuts gets the balance between daydream and muscle right, shoring up his delicate melodies and shimmery guitar textures with drums in a way that much of his work between the stellar Can’t Go Back and now have not. Thus while tremulous organs and feathery fretwork strew glitter dust on tracks like “Mattress on the Floor,” while lush, choral harmonies buttress its wistful wondering, you don’t get lost in the clouds. A swaggering Spector beat punctuates airy “Laughing Man,” underlining the keen ache of its melody and resolutely preventing the cut from evaporating into mist. “Clean Living,” with its strident bowed cello and pounding toms, is even more emphatic, a drifty melancholia anchored to the here and now, and “Walk Backwards” slips a drum-pumping adrenaline into its narcotic haze. Quever’s world maintains its soft, evocative edges—there’s plenty of space for moody contemplation—but runs a through line of rhythmic motion from one end to another of his songs. Always lovely, his songs here are unusually purposeful and gripping.

Jennifer Kelly

Pig Destroyer — Head Cage (Relapse)

Pig Destroyer’s new LP opens with 20 seconds’ worth of Ray Noble and His Orchestra’s “Midnight, Stars and You” (which some listeners will recognize from a certain scene in Kubrick’s The Shining); over the strings, a cultivated English voice, sounding much like Margaret Thatcher, intones, “We will not be held responsible for any hearing impairments or damage caused to you from excessive exposure to this sound.” Then the record proper starts. It’s not a particularly new device, but it’s sort of funny, and it signals something about this record: Pig Destroyer are making music you can enjoy. That’s a big shift. On 2012’s terrific Book Burner, the band distanced themselves from the gratuitous gross-out splatter (and the even grosser misogyny) of earlier records like Terrifyer and Prowler in the Yard. But like that early music, Book Burner was a grindcore record: uncompromising, unrelenting, deeply pissed off. Head Cage varies the sonic palate. There’s still a heavy dose of grind, but there are also hearty portions of death metal, hardcore and even suggestions of slam. That’s not to suggest that the record is incoherent or opportunistic. Pig Destroyer have been at their craft for the better part of two decades, and all that experience shows. Songs this precise and athletic are hard to perform, and harder to compose. In addition to all the pace and volume, Pig Destroyer have discovered a groove: check out the supple bottom end and nigh-danceable riffing of “Army of Cops” and the first minute of “The Adventures of Jason and JR.” There’s even a sort-of love song. Fun may not have been on the agenda when Pig Destroyer were creating these songs, but it’s hard not to have some fun listening to this madly pinballing, energetic album.

Jonathan Shaw

Quietus—Volume Four (Ever/Never)

Volume Four by Quietus

Geoffrey Bankowski makes slow, somnolent, surreal music, employing the usual tools of bedroom recording—hushed voice, lingering tones of guitar and piano, tape hiss—in hypnotic, idiosyncratic patterns. Here, simple melodies course through complex architectures of noise and music. A clarinet soars over clatter and dissonance. Odd, evocative fragments of lyrics drift in and out of focus. It’s a gentle ride, but surreptitiously wild, lulling you into calm, even as it takes you to some very odd places. “Airfield” for instance has a sleepy indie rock surface, all strummy guitar backdrop and whispered fantasies. Still anarchy lurks in the sounds between phrases, muted clashes and hums and booms suggesting a fight in the room down the hall. Likewise “Whisper into Muddy Cloth” slouches into being, a dirty rain of guitar chords pelting slack murmured phrases; it could be home-taped Pavement or nascent Silver Jews. And yet, a scrim of noise obscures whatever’s pop at the core of these songs, grounds them in a lo-fi bank of decomposing organic matter and makes them both realer and harder to grasp than you’d expect.

Jennifer Kelly

Underworld/Iggy Pop — Teatime Dub Encounters EP (Caroline International)

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Other than, er, both appearing on the soundtrack of Trainspotting (the sequel to which was the catalyst to this EP, where soundtrack supervisor Rick Smith met with Iggy Pop and to the latter’s surprise were ready with a portable studio if he was willing to seize the moment…) it’s unclear how much overlap the fan bases of these two titans in their fields actually have, but the unexpectedly winning Teatime Dub Encounters ought to have something for both. “Bells and Circles” immediately establishes the mood, with a clearly whimsical Pop talking about having wings and smoking on airplanes and trying to pick up stewardess while Karl Hyde and opera singer/Smith’s daughter Esme Bronwen-Smith (both in fine voice) coax him into a refrain of “sunlight on my wings” that’s as beatific as anything on Barbara, Barbara We Face a Shining Future. While much of the EP’s material works in that register, with beautifully sculpted productions from Smith given an appealingly ramshackle feel by Pop’s vamping about losing his shirt and being trapped in the suburbs, there’s also the slightly melancholy, surprisingly moving “I’ll See Big,” where Pop reminisces about the nature of friendship and the way life changes relationships. As one element of a more joyous overall work it’s strongly effective, but much of Teatime Dub Encounters suggests neither Underworld nor Iggy Pop need are in any hurry to stop creating.

Ian Mathers

Various Artists — Seed Blunt / AC DC (Gilded Records)

Seed Blunt / AC DC by Vibrating Skull Trio // Packard/Hoogland

When two ensembles share a recording, one hopes to find some shared resonance. You could listen for a while and keep puzzling, but you don’t have to look too far to find the common vibe on this tape. Both sessions were improvised in Chicago, mostly by Chicagoans. Vibrating Skull Trio, which includes drummer Phil Sudderberg, prepared guitar player Eli Namay and clarinetist John McCowen, obtain an electronic-sounding foundation from the latter’s contrabass clarinet. Further pursuing paradox, their music feels patient even when it arises from the collision of agitated actions. Flip the tape and you’ll find a more fractious encounter between Dutch keyboardist Oscar Jan Hoogland and Chicago-based drummer Ryan Packard. Both men bring plenty of electronics into the fray, so that it often sounds like a sound clash between a drum machine and an old radio tuned to somewhere east of Istanbul. Electric sputter gives way to reluctant exchanges of feedback squiggles punctuated by cheap electric key plunks. The two sides of this tape don’t sound like each other, but they jointly make a strong case for not sounding like those who have come before you.

Bill Meyer

Matt Weston—This Is Your Rosemont Horizon (7272 Music)

This Is Your Rosemont Horizon by Matt Weston

Chicagoans of a certain age will get the reference. But for the benefit of everyone else, the Rosemont Horizon was once the name of an arena situated just northeast of O’Hare Airport. Depending on your age and tastes, you might have had your life changed there by Madonna, Andrea Bocelli, Taylor Swift or Queen; this writer cherishes memories of a pretty rocking night involving Sonic Youth, Neil Young & Crazy Horse and thousands of pissed-off Neil Young fans. Matt Weston might have been there that night, but this record doesn’t sound like anything you’ve ever heard coming from any stadium PA. People move on, and Weston’s moved into an idiosyncratic extension of INA-GRM electro-acoustic composition filtered through some more contemporary rock and glitch moves. Keyboards dance, needles scratch and bump and monolithic sound walls grow out of the splatter and evaporate in the echoing space of some airport terminal. It’s just the thing for when you don’t want any questions answered.

Bill Meyer

Xylouris White — Mother (Bella Union)

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George Xylouris and Jim White have, for three albums now, shown that their collaboration is among the best places to catch these two supremely talented musicians. Even existing fans of the Xylouris musical dynasty in Greece (George specializing in the lute-like laouto) and White’s drumming with the Dirty Three and Nick Cave’s band might have been surprised at just how much the two have shone together. With Mother, for the first time one of their albums begins with the big bang rather than moving towards it, with the one-two punch of the forbidding “In Media Res” and the incredibly fun “Only Love” beginning things strongly and the album gradually exploring less urgent rhythms until it winds up with a beautiful closing “Lullabye.” About the faintest praise you can damn Mother with is that it’s another excellent, compulsively listenable album from the duo, but whereas 2016’s Black Peak marked a leap forward from their debut, here there’s less of a significant progression than a refinement. And that’s not really a criticism; when you’re as adroit and compelling in conversation as Xylouris White is, it’s hard to hope for much more than many future albums like this.

Ian Mathers

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lukefluffandstuff · 7 years ago

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youngblood; thoughts

youngblood

fave angsty teen babby

CAUSE I’M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT

there’s something about luke’s voice that makes me so fml

i think it’s the rasp

the rasp

want you back

luke’s falsetto will always get me

tbh this is one of my least faves but it has that repeatability and i fuckin hate myself for replaying this over and over and over

lie to me

;;;;;;; literally no words

everything about it renders me speechless because it itself is an entity, like a timeless queen

it’s so heartbreaking but it’s like they’re trying to hold on and keep themselves together

AND HARMONIES

I COULDN’T HEAR THEM AT THE CONCERT BUT THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

lie to me is raw and vulnerable and it’s one of those songs where you really need to take a moment to let it sink in because if you let it pass you by you’re doing it dirty

“now i wish we never met” dAMN STRAIGHT BISH IF WE NEVER MET I WOULDN’T BE HAVING ALL THESE UNNECESSARY EMOTIONS

there’s an innocence to it that i can’t place my finger on

valentine

my Gothic Vampire Baby

it took me awhile but it grew on me and now i’m grooving

this takes gothic sexual to a whole new level

now i want to be a seductress

talk fast

tEcHNo bEaTS

it’s so disco and shoulder wiggles

calum

cAlum

damn straight i’ll give you second i’ll give you a minute a day a month a year a decade my life

i mean

ahem

during the bridge, luke looked like he was going to lead us to liberation and i was like LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL TAKE ME WITH YOU

moving along

is it bad if you’re naked on your sofa???

calum baby anything’s fine

but this song is so like

it’s filled with so many regrets and guilt

but it’s also really problematic, and i feel that that’s the beauty of it because humans are generally problematic and complex in nature

and it’s natural to be really toxic particularly when it comes to relationships

wOw i’m getting real philosophical up here

if walls could talk

this is like some secret rendezvous and i don’t mind getting down

“not everything is so primitive” luke don’t

lyrically, this song is the most cryptic because i can’t seem to get them down

but it’s mainly revolving around want and longing and lust(?)

OKAY BUT IT’S SUPER GROOVY AND I AM DIGGING THIS

a lot of people say that they prefer sgfg and i somewhat agree because sgfg was a real emotional rollercoaster

but youngblood is actually giving us new and young blood, and it’s really different from their previous albums and i think it’s great that they are a band that explores a multitude of genres

better man

straight up i thought

2013 ed sheeran lyrics with 2017 ed sheeran beat/melody

it’s definitely more poppy and sounds like something 1d would release - NO OFFENSE by the way, i love 1d it’s just a comment

it’s not one of those songs which would make me think or want to hear it once more

O K A Y

THE STARTING IS A MOVIE

GETTING INTO YOUR CAR AND REVVING THE ENGINE AND ROLLING OUT OF YOUR DRIVEWAY

ughhhhhh this is so good

i don’t even know how to put this into words

it’s one of those songs where it rides on the passion and emotions and you really got to f e e l the music to know

sort of like spitting out random words in order convey how you feel about this song

why won’t you love me

this one really hit me

and it’s so direct with its feelings

it doesn’t hide any hidden messages or feelings whatsoever it’s really just coming out and asking why won’t you love me

particularly when the two have gone through so much

and you think you have a connection but the other just leaves and rejects you

and you get stuck in that turmoil and start wondering why

woke up in japan

oh wow this like some acid trip

i’m imagining technicolour backgrounds

and sensual kisses and touch

i want to wake up in japan like this

empty wallets

this already feels emo

UNEXPECTEDLY UPBEAT

SPEND IT ALL ON ME

god make this my anthem what

MICHAEL

HELLO???????

BELIEVE IN ME B

ghost of you

okay you know it’s getting serious when you hear the picking of the strings

the piano!!!!!!

i imagine someone running in a field for some reason

amnesia pt 2 but the cousin who’s more mature and is looking back on memories and tries to suppress it

this doesn’t feel like a breakup, but more of the other passed on without any warning and now they have to deal with it

yeah sure “ghost” but it’s one of those songs where you have to move on simply because nature tells you to do so

monster among men

STARTING WITH MICHAEL YES MY BOI

the beat is weird

it keeps changing and i’m like eh???????

it slows;;;;;;

i am confused

props to ashton for keeping up with these weird beats thoooo

this song wasn’t what i was expecting

hmmmm it requires a couple of listens before i can really get into it i feel

meet you there

BITCH BODY WORMS FOR DAYS

SOSOSOSOSOSO GOOD

i don’t even know how to classify this kind of rock but it’s so fhaiwuel ahahahahaha kill me

this is so groovy

drumsdrumdrumsdrumsdrums ashton fml

babylon

OH WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW

this is sensual body rolls at its finest

CALUM FUCK ME UP

oml i had some expectations for this song and THEY DID NOT DISAPPOINT

(i know the target version has two extra songs) but this is good way to finish this album

vaguely reminds me of tomorrow never dies

THIS IS CALUM’S SONG GUYS

they’re really taking this whole new album thing to a new level

i want to go higher

such good music we’ve been spoilt

yall i love 5sos and now i just want to implode and explode and combine all the pieces to c o m b u s t

this album’s definitely more mature in the sense where the self-titled album was all about teen love and want and youth, sgfg tackling issues that youth faces, but this is matured where it reflects their age, it’s sort of wild in its own way, but it also has that emotional turmoil where you’re left wondering why you’re so alone and why love doesn’t work out

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

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