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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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Smut - Grinding Masterlist

A Glimmer Lighting Up These Cotton Streets (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Golden skin that goes on for miles, littered with purpling love bites, golden curls fanned out on white sheets, blue eyes shut tight. Luke is so beautiful it leaves Michael breathless, so he bumps his nose to Luke’s before leaning in and kissing him passionately, grinding down against him quicker, harder, now.

Best cure for a hangover (ao3) - h1978allie Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael has the best cure for a hangover, and Luke loves it.

Bound to Collide (ao3) - FayeHunter Luke/Ashton E, 12k

Summary: It’s not even just the music, pulsing through the speakers, vibrating Ashton from the inside out. His heart feels like it’s thumping with the music, stuttering in his chest, kick drum beat in time with the Lady Gaga song echoing in the room. It’s loud with people too, echoes of shouting, people cheering at the dancers on stage, shouting to the bartenders, friends talking to each other. Ashton can hear someone laughing next to him, loud and all encompassing. It squeezes at Ashton’s lungs, breathing shallow, wondering if he should have even come out tonight.

Ashton decides visits his friend at a strip club. Along the way, he meets Luke, a dancer.

Eat Me (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt Michael/Luke M, 14k

Summary: "Michael’s bottle green eyes are absolutely shining and Luke has to take a second to appreciate the beauty before him. Luke convinces himself it’s not weird to think things like that because it’s so obviously a fact. Michael is a beautiful boy, the prettiest Luke’s ever seen, and it makes Luke’s heart pound to think that he’s his best friend. How did he get so lucky?"

Michael is upset that none of his bandmates want to take him to a deserted island and eat him so Luke makes him feel better. In doing so, he discovers the feelings he has for his best friend are a little stronger than he ever intended.

Gala (ao3) - Bloodyryver804 Michael/Luke M, 1k

Summary: ‘You've known me for all of two seconds and we have mostly made out how could like me that much’ I said messing with him He flushes to where there is a light tint on his cheeks.

‘Cause you're cute, great kisser, and snarky. so win-win, what more could I wish for.’ He's states like it obvious and kisses me again. Its gentle and I love it.

I don't know who I am when you're sleeping with him (ao3) - calumbear (orphan_account) Luke/Calum M, 1k

Summary: Calum and Ashton drunkenly fool around one night. Luke gets possessive and smut ensues.

It's a hell of a feeling though (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene Michael/Luke M, 58k

Summary: [AU, actor/model Luke and musician Michael]

After a recent scandal and the subsequent publicity nightmare, Luke Hemmings doesn't need any more trouble. He's just trying to enjoy his best friend's birthday party. But who the fuck invited Michael Clifford?

Its Not So Easy To Just Say Fuck It (ao3) - bitchnluke Luke/Ashton T, 2k

Summary: Ashtons whole life is about surfing, but this one blonde boy gets in the way of that. He also happens to be a fratboy that claims hes straight, but his actions prove otherwise.

lazy lover, find a place for me again (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Luke N/R, 2k

Summary: sleepy luke loves sleepy michael a lot (even when they're not sleepy)

Leather Lover (ao3) - no_clue_who Luke/Ashton E, 1k

Summary: Luke knew they had a problem when he saw Ashton in the dressing room and in the leather pants. How Ashton was running his hands over his thighs and fixing how they landed on his hips. He watched him buckle and unbuckle his belt a few times before pulling their eyes away to fix up his makeup. Luke looked over at Ashton through the mirror and watched him run a hand over this thigh once more before smiling at Luke.

or how not to deal with leather pants

Spit Me Out Like Hot Wasabi (ao3) - takemymoneycth Michael/Calum E, 4k

Summary: Michael had never enjoyed parties. But what happens when at one of Ashton Irwin's, he meets Calum, a sex god who looks like he came straight from his wet dreams? (hint: it starts with a s and ends with an ex)

sugar rush (ao3) - galacticsugar Luke/Calum E, 6k

Summary: It’s pulled so tightly across Luke’s throat. It’s a miracle the string hasn’t snapped entirely.

Luke’s a little sweaty, colorful smudges of the chalky candy rubbing off against his skin. Would they taste sweet or salty under Calum’s tongue?

This is the road to ruin. (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton T, 11k

Summary: Luke is seventeen. Of course he's going to want to experiment with boys. But Ashton didn't expect Luke to want to experiment with him. He also didn't expect to fall completely head over heels for the boy from the on. But shit happens.

Whatever You Want (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt Michael/Luke M, 6k

Summary: "Luke simply raises his eyebrows in defeated confirmation and a huge smile breaks out on Michael’s face. Michael’s biggest smile, in fact. The open-mouthed one, where his perfect lips fall into the shape of a capital D and pull across his cute roundish teeth and his eyes crinkle at the edges because he’s smiling so big. The sight ignites a flurry of unexplored feelings in Luke’s stomach and he has to look away because it’s too beautiful to handle all at once.

If only Michael wasn’t smiling so big because he just realized he gave Luke a fucking boner."

Michael spends the day writing and hanging out with the guys from Simple Plan and can't wait to get home to tell Luke about it. Luke's jealous that Calum got to be there with Michael instead of him. Michael figures out just how to cheer Luke up.

you know i'm stupid for you (ao3) - orphan_account Michael/Ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: '"So beautiful, Michael.” Ashton stared down and traced his hands all over Michael’s torso. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

Michael blushed as he felt butterflies bloom in his stomach; he was tempted to cover his face. “You've only told me a thousand times.” He said in a shy voice, but rolled his eyes.'

or Michael is desperate for Ashton's touch.

you live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend (ao3) - jadedperspective Luke/Calum/Ashton E, 5k

Summary: Luke hummed and repeated, “Calum.”

His voice was like liquid gold and the way his tongue shaped over the syllables of his name made Calum weak in the knees. It was so much, with his blue eyes blinking back at him, and now, Ashton’s hand wandering, rubbing circles into his skin under his shirt.

“What do you want from him?” Calum turned suddenly on Ashton, ignoring the way his hand was tracing the top line of his jeans.

Ashton shrugged. “Whatever he wants.”

(or a clashton threesome piece)

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once-upon-a-oneshot · 4 years ago

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Friends with Benefits

Summary: You and Calum are friends with benefits, but what happens when one of you starts to want something more

Genre: Frat!Calum

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes

Word Count: ~900

“Same time tomorrow?” Calum asks as you clumsily climb out of his bed and search around the room for the panties you arrived in.

“Um,” As you reach under the bed, you feel the silk material in a crumbled heap. You pull it out only to realize that these are not the panties you wore here. In fact, they aren’t even yours. “I actually have plans.” You continued, throwing the panties away from you and wiping your hand on your still bare thigh.

“Plans?” Calum’s tone is doubtful, almost even mocking. But you’re too busy scowering the room for your panties to notice.

“Yep.” Deciding to abandon your search for your undergarments, you grab your pants off the foot of the bed and shimmy them on. “So, looks like you’re going old school tomorrow. Just you, yourself, and Miss Righty.”

The way you grin to yourself as you pull your shirt over your head annoys him. He hates for any one, especially just some girl he hooks up with, to feel that they’ve got anything over him.

“Bold of you to assume you’re the only girl I call when I need to get off.” He pushes, raising an eyebrow at you. Uninterestedly you roll your eyes at him.

“Not only,” you smirk to yourself, “but best.” He’s trying to best you, but you’re not like all the other insecure girls he messes around with. You know what you’ve got, and you know what it’s worth.

“Again,” it was Calum’s turn to smirk at you. “Bold assumption”. Your only response it to roll your eyes as you bend over to pull on your shoes.

“I mean, for the past three weeks you’ve called me, what,” You turn your eyes towards the ceiling and scrunch your face pretending to think. For added measure you use one finger to solve an imaginary equation in the air. “Oh that’s right, every night.”

You won’t back down. But Calum won’t either.

“Yea, and who do you think I’ve called every morning?” Calum smirks triumphantly. You say nothing as you grab your purse and head for the door.

“Good, then call one of them.” You say it and mean it. Just like it was for Calum, to you this arrangement was simply a business transaction. A mutual exchange of sexual favors. Nothing more.

“See ya.” You call over your shoulder as you finally walk out of the room. Leaving Calum naked and alone in his bed.

*****CALUM’S POV*****

Friday night. Exactly 22 hours since I last got off. I’m not OCD or anything. It’s just that over the years I’ve found that keeping a strict “booty-call” schedule made it easier to keep track of my endeavors. Not to mention it prevents the always awkward “two booty-calls running into each other” situation. If you’ve never experienced one chick leaving your room half naked, while another chick is walking in ready to smash, trust me – you don’t want to go there. However, it did make for some pretty hot hate-sex.

Not that the schedule really mattered much lately. There was really only one time to account for. (Y/N)’s time. Every night for the past couple weeks. 10 o’clock on the dot is her call time. Usually she won’t get here until about midnight, but that works out perfectly for me. The later it is the less likely she’ll be to try and hang out, or some shit, afterwards.

Throwing the weight of my body on the bed, I pull my phone out of my tight jean pocket and call her.

It’s not until she doesn’t answer that I remember about the bullshit “plans” she told me she had. Whether they are real or not, they’ll just have to wait. Because right now, I need her. Well, my dick does anyway.

I call again. This time the phone rings twice and then goes straight to voicemail.

She sent me to voicemail.

This is probably all just some elaborate scheme to make me think she actually has better things to do than fuck me.

Two can play at that game

I toss my phone on the bed and head towards the bathroom. The sound of my phone vibrating on the bed makes me stop in my tracks. I smile to myself and eagerly make a move for the phone.

Eagerly? Why are you eager?

I blame it on my being horny. I can’t help the way my face falls with disappointment when it’s my friends contact name on my screen instead of hers.

Disappointment?

I must be really, really, horny.

“What?” I bark annoyed. It’s not actually him I’m bothered by, but he’s the one who’s available.

“Dude, where are you?” he’s yelling into the phone, and I can hear loud music blaring in the background.

“My room?” I don’t know what he wants, but if he doesn’t tell me soon this conversation is going to end.

“Oh, I figured you were at that Phi Delta party?”

“Well, I just told you I’m in my room.” I snap. “Why the hell would I be at some frat party?”

I’m far from the type. All those preppy douchebags. Running around with their gelled-hair, short shorts, and flip flops. What real man wears flip-flops other than to the beach? And even that is pushing it.

“Yea but-” the sound of his voice pulls me back to reality from my internal rant. “Your little fuck-buddy’s here so I figured-”

“Who?” I interrupt.

“Uh, you know that one chick. The one you rated best rack!”

“(Y/N)?!” I don’t know why but knowing that she was ignoring my calls, while she was probably running around with some douchey frat guy irritated me.

“Yea! Yea dude her! She looks-” Before he can even finish his sentence, I hang up the phone and grab my keys. I don’t know why I going to the party or what I’ll do when I get there, but right now all I can think about is (Y/N) laying in bed with a douche in flip-flops.

As I finally pull up in front of the huge trashy house, none of the irritation has left my body. Taking long strides, I make my way in the house and navigate through all the drunk teens determined to find (Y/N). I do a quick scan of the living room, the kitchen, the backyard, but she’s nowhere to be seen. With every room I check off the list, my fears of her being locked in one of those bedrooms upstairs with some guy grows.

Just as I’m about to storm up the stairs and kick in every door, I spot her walking through the front door, with a guy following close behind. The type of guy who looks like he wears flip flops. As I watch her grin from ear to ear, I can feel anger rumbling deep in my stomach. Suddenly the house feels hot. Too hot.

My eyes follow them into the kitchen. I count to 10, and I head towards the kitchen too.

“Wooow, hey.” I fake shocked to be running into (Y/N) here.

“Calum.” Her statement sounds more like a question as her eyes go wide.

“Plans huh?” My eyes shift to the tool standing too close to her. I mean come on its burning up in here. Definitely, too hot to be standing that close to someone.

“Yea. Uh Corey this is Calum, Calum this is my friend Corey.” Friend? Her friend Corey? And what I’m? Just Calum? What she should’ve said was ‘Douchebag this is the guy who fucks me better than anyone ever has be-‘

“Nice to meet you man.” Douchebag interrupts my perverse thoughts and reaches out to shake my hand. I don’t want to take it. Who knows where those fingers have been.

Hopefully not in her.

I choke on my own thoughts as my breathe gets caught in my throat. I burst into a fit of coughs and (Y/N) and Douchebag just stare at me like I just grew another head. Douchebag pushes his cup towards me and I take it. As I chug down the beer from his cup, I swear I can taste (Y/N)’s pussy on the rim.

His lips better have not gone anywhere near her.

I can’t stop the thoughts going through my head, or the places my fucked-up imagination keeps taking me, but I know it needs to stop.

I finish off Douchebag’s drink and hand the empty cup back to him. I can feel the alcohol immediately. My muscles ease ever so slightly and I’m starting to function like a normal human being again. I need to regain control of this situation.

“So,” I chose to not even address whatever the hell was going on with me a minute ago. “This is the hot date (Y/N) was all giddy about.” I challenge her.

“You told him this was a date?” Douchebag raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to (Y/N) who’s shooting me daggers with her eyes.

“Well I didn’t use those words exactly.” She says through gritted teeth.

“Damn this is embarrassing,” He continues. I smirk to myself and wait for the show to begin. “Because ... I’ve been telling everyone it was.”

Douche, and I can’t stress this enough, bag.

I can’t help but roll my eyes and scoff, which I play off as another cough.

“You Calum, should take care of that cough, and you Corey, follow me to the beer pong table.” I watch as she grabs his hand and pulls him back towards the living room.

I decide to stay in the kitchen and continue adding alcohol to my system. The liquor burns my throat but for the time being it stops the weird thoughts in my head and helps me think more clearly. I mean obviously I’m not jealous or anything because, why the hell would I be. He’s a douche yea, but not because he’s here with the chick I occasionally fuck. And obviously I’m not irritated with her just because she’s here with a douche. It’s just that I needed to get my dick wet and she ignored my call to be here with said douche. Like he’s somehow more important than me getting off.

I stumble back into the living room and find a spot on the couch. Of course from where I’m sitting I have the perfect view of the beer pong table, and therefore the perfect view and Miss Thing and her new boy toy.

I sit watching them as I down beer after beer. My eyes follow (Y/N) intently as she finally walks away from the table towards the kitchen again. Without thinking, my feet are carrying me to the kitchen right behind her.

“Are you like stalking me now Calum?” she spins on her heels noticing me trailing her.

“Fiesty.” I wink at her. She just rolls her eyes and continues over towards the punch bowl to refill her cup. “I just wanted to tell you how good you look tonight.” I lick my lips while allowing my eyes to rake up and down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.

“Fuck off.” She rolls her eyes at me while shaking her head. She knows this is a game, and she’s fighting hard not to lose.

“Damn,” I place one hand on her neck tilting her head to the side. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.” I make a move to attach my lips to her neck and she lets me. And I know I’ve won. I suck at the sensitive skin and try to push my body closer to hers. “Let me take you upstairs.” I whisper into her neck.

“See I would,” she speaks but doesn’t move away from me. “But, I have a hot date to get back to.” She finally pulls away from me. “I’m just so giddy about it.” She’s mocking me. She smirks as she brushes past me leaving me and my bulge alone in the kitchen.

One hour, and too many shots later I’m still here. At this stupid frat house with these stupid people. I could’ve just gone home, but something keeps me here. I think it’s my obsession with beating (Y/N). Finally proving to her that she should’ve been in my bed with me tonight. Not here with what’s his face. When the first bit of alcohol entered my system, it helped keep my thoughts from running wild. Now that it’s pulsing through my veins as thick as my blood, the thoughts have returned.

I sit on the stairs, watching as (Y/N) grinds her perfect ass against Corbin, or whatever the hell his name was. It makes me sick. He slides his hands down her hips. He could never navigate her body as well as I do – even if she drew him a map. I’m the one that knows all the right places to touch her. I’m the one who knows all the right buttons to push. My name is the name she calls out while I pound into her.

The alcohol is mixing with my lust and my anger and it’s pushing me.

Douchebag spins (Y/N) around and wraps his hands in her hair.

The way that I do.

He tries to lean in and kiss her, but just before his lips meet hers, I’m pushing him off of her. My mind is confused but my fist are determined. I tackle him to the ground and start beating the shit out of him.

“Calum! CALUM GET OFF OF HIM!” (Y/N)’s voice pulls me off of him when no one else has been able to. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I don’t know how to answer her, because truthfully, I don’t know what I’m doing. I stand there glancing around at all the faces of the small crowd that had formed around us.

“He-You-” I was struggling to find a way to blame them for this. She stands there impatiently waiting for me to speak. Her angered expressions triggers something in me. She thinks she can stand here and face off against me. What does she think? She can intimidate me or something?

“You’re the one who should’ve answered my call!” I bite back at her. “Then I wouldn’t have had to come to this stupid ass party in the first place!”

“Calum get over yourself!” Why can’t she just let me win. Why does she have to be so damn stubborn? My body burns with rage and the faces of all these staring people aren’t making things any better.

“What the hell are you all looking at?!” I yell at the nosy ass bystanders. I probably look like a mad man. Wild hair, sweating, with knuckles busted and bleeding. I look scary enough for the crowd to scurry away in all directions turning their attention to something else.

(Y/N), along with the crowd, turns her back on me.

“Don’t,” I grab her arm and spin her back around to face me. “Turn your back on me!”

“Fuck! Off!” She emphasizes each word never letting any of the anger simmer. She jerks her arm away from me and turns her back on me again. I want to say whatever I need to to keep her from walking away from me. And of all the things I could, and probably should say, the best I can do is:

“That guy isn’t right for you!” The words taste foreign on my lips. I’ve never been one to look of for what was “right” for someone. Especially not some girl. The second the words leave my mouth I want to shove them back down my throat.

Now she’ll think she got me.

Now she’ll think she’s won.

“Right for me? Christ Calum it’s a date, not a fucking proposal!” She’s pissed, but at least she stayed. (Y/N) marches up to get in my face. She’s not done with me yet. “And what the hell do you know about right for me?! We fuck on occasion but that doesn’t mean you KNOW ME!”

She turns around and storms off. This time I let her go.

As I watch her walk away from me, I get this feeling. A feeling in the pit of my stomach. A sinking feeling.

Don’t leave me.

The thought scares me. I’ve never wanted someone to stay before, nor did I ever want to want someone to stay. But as the possibility of her staying faded -- leaving me alone -- I realized how desperately I wanted it. How desperately I needed it. Needed her.

This wasn’t a game. It never was. But as she turned her back on me, I couldn’t help but feel like I had just lost.

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rockyscactus · 5 years ago

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Can you write a calum blurb about the two of you making out at a party? Maybe you’ve been to school together for a while or know each other thru mutual friends but have never gotten any time for just the two of you until tonight? and you start talking and one thing leads to another?? thanks!

a/n: don’t know if this is what you wanted anon but i hope you like it!

You watched intently at the group of boys across the room playing beer pong. They all jumped around in victory as somebody won. You smiled at the reactions of the people around before you were shaken from your thoughts.

“Y/N”, Luke called out to you.

Your eyes landed on him, setting up a new game along with a few of his friends. You nodded your head upward, in a ‘sup’ motion.

“We need an extra player and you killed it at Jackson’s halloween party last semester”, he continued.

You blushed as the group of guys he was playing with turned to you, waiting for your answer. “Uh...sure”, you walked over to the table which was set up with red cups and a couple of ping pong balls.

“You’ll be joining Cal Pal over here since Michael decided that he was gonna be annoying and blackout”, Luke motioned to another one of your classmates, Michael Clifford, who was nodding off on the couch.

You chuckled before walking over to meet your partner, “Hey, Cal Pal”, you bumped hips with ‘Cal Pal’ as he stumbled slightly, caught off guard by your actions but not bothered by it at all.

‘Cal Pal’ smiled down at you, “I’m Calum”, he shook your hand, “How do you know Luke?”

“Oh he, Michael, and I have two classes together and he sits next to me ...it's the best and worst part of my day all at the same”, you joked, causing him to laugh a bit.

“Well, you better live up to what Luke said. You better be a kickass beer pong player because I am number one ranked”, he gloated sarcastically.

“That is incorrect”, you said matter of factly, “Since we’re bragging here, I’m an amazing shot.”

“I just hope you can hold your liquor because Luke and Ashton are not playing around”, he spoke as Ashton and Luke fake stretched.

“Don’t fuck up”, you whispered with a giggle as Calum bent down to take his shot, closing an eye to aim better.

“Hey Missy”, Calum pinched your side lightly, “You’re gonna cost me kicking Luke’s ass in Beer Pong”, he informed you as he took his shot, the ball landing in the red dixie cup.

You threw your hands up at your collective victory, “In your faces!”

Calum fist bumped you as you two did a choreographed victory dance (which he would never admit to having come up with in between shots with you).

Luke rolled his eyes at you and Cal’s antics. “Since you two are besties now”, he rolled his eyes playfully before shaking you and Cal’s hands.

“Good game, turds”, Ashton did the same as you and Calum were still more than elated at the intense win.

A new game started and you and Cal decided to sit this one out, per his request. He wanted to get to know you better and suggested that you two go outside.

“So”, he spoke as the cool air hit your faces, “How does it feel to be apart of the winner circle?”

“Nothing new”, you turned to face him as he reached for you hand, praying you’d take it. You did. “I was gonna ask you the same thing as a matter of fact!”

He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, “How have we never met before? Luke said you were at Jackson’s party but I never saw you.”

“I typically dip after I win a few games of beer pong”, you teased, “Not to mention that I never had an attractive teammate to flirt with after a victory”, the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them.

Calum didn’t react negatively though, he leaned against a nearby wall and pulled you close. “So I’m not the only one who was attracted to my teammate tonight?”

You shook your head, a grin plastered on your face. “Shut the fuck up, Ash”, Luke’s voice was heard from the window above.

You and Calum both looked up. “Are you idiots spying on us”, Calum yelled up at them.

“This idiot...”, Luke pointed to himself, “...actually set you two up!” Luke had to give himself some credit for getting Michael to fake being damn near blackout drunk for this match making mission. After chatting with you during a couple of lectures, he realized that you and his roommate would be absolutely perfect together and he had to act on it.

“Well thanks, I think I just met my wife”, Calum tried to mock his friend even though he was definitely feeling some type of connection with you that he hadn’t felt in a long time...or ever!

You laughed at that, face feeling hot. “Hey husband?”

He looked back at you, trying to bite back his bright expression at what you called him. “Hm?”

“Is it too forward to kiss you?”

He shook his head, a twinkle in his eyes. “Of course not”, he leaned in, the both of you knowing that sparks were gonna fly.

“Call me Cupid”, Luke highfived Ashton and Michael as you and Calum beamed into the kiss.

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highfivecalum · 6 years ago

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Cocky

since i have super bad writers block i decided to write a lil frat!cal :))) if requested i’ll do a part 2 (even if not requested i probably will anyway??)

Pairings: Fratboy!Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of alcohol, mild smut

not my gif credit to whoever made it sry

You woke up, groggy, with a pounding head, and no remembrance of the night before or whose bed you were in. You groaned quietly and flipped your body over to reveal the man you had sex with the night before. Your eyes couldn’t have gotten any wider than they were. The guy you swore you would never give in to and have sex with. The guy you tried to tell yourself that you despised, but found yourself taking a liking to since he was just so attractive. The guy who could be considered as one of the biggest manwhores at your university.

Calum Hood.

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath and quickly got up, trying to find all of your clothes that were dispersed around Calum’s room. You found your bra, dress, and wedges, but there was no sign of your underwear. Fuck it, you thought. You wanted to leave before he woke up. You were lucky that you snuck out of the huge frat house without getting lost or caught doing the walk-of-shame.

You were thankful that your one class for the day didn’t start until 10 which gave you approximately an hour to do the walk-of-shame home from the frat house, get dressed, and get a coffee before your Literature class started. However, you weren’t thankful, though, that Calum was in that class with you. You prayed to God that he would oversleep and not make it to class so you didn’t have to face him.

Trying to sneak into your apartment without being seen by your roommate/best friend, you shut the door quietly behind you and exhaled a sigh of relief. You couldn’t wait to change and take last nights makeup off.

“Well, well, well.” You were caught red handed and you cursed, again, under your breath. You looked up to see your best friend, Stephanie, standing there with a knowing smirk on her face. “Look what we have here.”

“Don’t start.” You pointed a finger at her and made a beeline for the bathroom. You hoped she wouldn’t interrogate you about your night.

“Where’ve you been, ya little hoe?” You knew she was joking, but you ignored her and continued to get ready. Reapplying your makeup lightly and brushing your teeth before pushing past her and changing: you dressed yourself in a pair of leggings and a cropped sweater and called it a day. “Fine, fine, don’t tell me now, but I expect all of the dirty details later”

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes and slung your purse over your shoulder, Stephanie slapping your ass on the way out of your apartment, you flicked her off before slamming the door shut and speed walking to campus. Your apartment was only a few minutes away, so there was really no point in driving and wasting gas and time trying to find a parking spot.

You tried to ignore the pounding headache you had as you impatiently waited in line at the campus coffee shop, but your patience was wearing thing, and you needed coffee ASAP if you were going to sit through this three hour class. Or else you might just die. You knew that was being a bit dramatic, but your Lit class was so boring and your professor did nothing to make it any more interesting.

You finally got to your class and settled into the seat you normally sat in, exhaling a sigh, happy that you weren’t late. “Hey, Y/N.” Dylan, the guy who always sits next to you in class, greeted you happily. You offered him a small smile and turned your attention to your phone. You were texting Stephanie about your night- since she wouldn’t stop bothering you about it- when you heard the oh so familiar voice of Calum Hood.

“You mind?” He looked at Dylan expectantly.

“What?” Dylan blinked.

“You mind moving?”

“But, I-I sit here everyday?”

“And? Does it look like I care?”

Dylan didn’t argue any further and packed his stuff up, moving to a vacant seat far away from you. You glared angrily at Calum as he cockily sat down in the now empty seat next to you.

“What the hell, Calum? You can’t just do that!”

“I can do whatever I want.” Calum rolled his eyes. He leaned into you, impossibly close, and whispered against your ear. “I was sad to see that you weren’t still naked in my bed this morning when I woke up.”

You tried to hide the goosebumps that rose on your skin, but Calum noticed and smirked. He had that effect on every girl he got close to not excluding you. And you hated it. “Why would I have stayed?”

“I figured you would want a round 3 after I found your panties on the floor.”

Your head snapped up and you looked at him with wide eyes. He reached into his back pocket and retrieved the black lace thong that you had been wearing the night before. “Calum!” You whisper-yelled and grabbed them out of his hand, looking around, hoping and praying to God that nobody saw. “What is wrong with you?”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. Don’t pretend that you didn’t have a good time.” Once again, he whispered seductively in your ear. “Don’t pretend like the 5 orgasms I gave you weren’t the best you’ve ever had.”

You clenched your thighs together, trying not to show how affected you were by his words, and tried to forget about how good he made you feel last night, and Calum noticed, his signature cocky smirk returning.

“That’s what I thought.”

Ignoring Calum for the duration of three hours was complete and utter torture. Once your professor dismissed you, you all but sprinted to the door and continued to ignore Calum as he yelled your name down the crowded halls, of course drawing attention to you that you didn’t want.

It absolutely didn’t help that Calum was good friends with one of your other friends, Luke, and ended up at the same diner you were meeting your friends at. Apparently, Luke had invited Calum without informing anybody, and nobody cared. Except you, of course, but you didn’t want to tell your friends, because then they would question you. And you didn’t want to disclose to them that you had sex with Calum Hood just less than fourteen hours before.

“You can’t ignore me forever, Y/N.” Calum spoke in your ear as you walked side by side to the diner. You rolled your eyes and pretended that you didn’t know the was walking right next to you. You were trying your hardest not to give into him- again.

“Y/N!” Luke happily greeted you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and you could see Calum out of the corner of your eye, jaw and fists clenched.

Was he jealous? He couldn’t be. Not possible. Calum doesn’t get jealous over girls. He doesn’t have feelings when it comes to girls. He just likes to fuck them and dump them. Not date them.

“Hey guys,” you patted the top of Stephanie’s head and hugged Ashton, her boyfriend, and your other friend, Michael. “I’m actually not staying. Gotta go catch up on some homework.” Lie.

Everybody frowned and Luke protested, but you assured them you would meet up with them later after you had showered and taken a nap. Calum tried to follow you, but you told him to fuck off, and left without another word. You knew if you kept talking to him you would end up in his bed again and that was not something that you wanted to happened.

It had been two weeks. Two long weeks since you and Calum had sex and he hadn’t given up since. You were surprised, impressed, really, that he hadn’t moved on to the next girl that was waiting to fuck him. He was determined, to say the least, and you had done a good job at avoiding him. Until the night of the party.

You had been dragged to the frat party by Stephanie and Ashton against your will. You really didn’t want to go, but there was no room for arguing with them, they were stubborn and wouldn’t take no as an answer. Right as you walked in the door Luke was shoving a red SOLO cup in your hands and you were chugging it down with no questions asked. You knew you would need a buzz in order to get through the night.

The party was in full force and you and your friend group was where you usually were during these frat parties; the kitchen. You were sat on the counter, Luke between your legs, your hands playing with his hair, as you laughed loudly as something Stephanie said. You had felt Calum’s eyes on you all night, but you pretended you didn’t notice, and tried, basically forced yourself, not to look at him.

Luke announced he had to take a piss and walked away quickly with his drink. His body was replaced with Calum’s, this time his body facing you, with the signature cocky smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and sipped your drink.

“What do you want, Calum?” His hands slowly inched up your thighs and under your dress, dangerously close to your underwear. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Calum.”

“You look insanely sexy tonight. This dress showing your curves off in all the right ways, makes me just wanna bend you over the counter and fuck you right here.” His breath fanned against your ear and you bit your lip, trying to cover the gasp that escaped your mouth.

It was hard to resist Calum, with him being so attractive and confident and cocky. You thought back to the night the two of you hooked up and couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about his lips on your skin. How good he made you feel. How no other guy you had been with could even compare to the wondrous Calum Hood.

You crumbled and gave in. You had to have him again, so you finally looked down at Calum, eyes locking, and you bit your lip harder. His smirk widened and he had a knowing look on his face. He knew he got to you. He knew he was going to have you in his bed again. And surprisingly, neither of you were mad about it.

“I gotta pee.” You announced to your friend group before shoving Calum away and hopping off the counter. They all had knowing looks on their faces as they watched the interaction between you and Calum. They knew you didn’t have to pee, it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.

“Yeah right.” Michael snorted, speaking what everybody else was thinking. “Have fun you two.” He tapped your butt lightly as he passed him and you rolled your eyes, not bothering to give him a reaction.

Calum followed you closely, feeling his hands on your lower back and his breath on your neck. At this point you couldn’t wait to be under him.

Calum’s door slamming shut behind you, he wasted no time in pushing you against it, and attaching his lips to yours. “Jump.” Calum mumbled into your mouth, grabbing the back of your thighs, and lifting you up.

Calum’s hand unexpectedly dipped into your underwear emitting a gasp from you, moaning into his mouth, you felt his cock press against your leg, exciting you even more than you already were. “Fuck, Calum.”

At the sound of your moans Calum was throwing you onto his bed and crawling on top of you. Your dress and his clothes were thrown carelessly across his room and his lips were on your skin, teasing you, driving you absolutely crazy.

“Stop teasing.”

Calum’s dark eyes bore into yours as he slid your thong down your legs, taking his bottom lip between his teeth, and smirking at how wet your already were. Without warning his lips were on your clit and you gasped loudly, moaning Calum’s name.

There was already a tent pitched in his pants at the sight of you walking into his fraternity house hours ago and now he was incredibly hard at the sight of you squirming under him and moaning his name as he made you cum with his mouth. He knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck, Calum.”

“You like that?” You couldn’t speak, only moaned in response, and Calum took that as his cue to reattach his lips to your clit, flicking his tongue until you came all over his mouth. Which, at the sight and the taste of you, almost made him cum in his pants right there.

“I need you. Now.” Were the only words Calum needed to slide into you and fuck you into oblivion.

It was, in that moment, Calum decided that he didn’t want this to be a one (or two) time thing. It wasn’t going to be. He wanted all of you, all the time, and that scared the shit out of him. He never felt that way, about any girl he’s ever been inside, and he wasn’t sure why out of every girl, it was you he wanted more than just sex with.

Maybe it was the way you put up a fight, the way you didn’t throw yourself at him constantly, the way you acted as if you didn’t give one shit about him- even though you secretly did. He was intrigued and it had him wanting to know more about you. Wanting to know everything about you.

“Wow.” You breathed out and laughed lightly. You rolled out of his bed and slid your panties up your legs before throwing your dress back on. Calum watched your every move, admiring your naked body that was glistening with sweat- yours and his. “That was nice.”

Calum looked amused and propped his head up on his hand. “Just nice?” He didn’t have to ask. He knew it was one hundred percent better than just nice.

“Alright, it was fucking nice.”

He laughed and patted his bed for you to sit down. You were hesitant at first. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t kicking you out and going back to his party, like he usually did, you weren’t sure why he wasn’t acting like the usual Calum who just fucks and dumps. It made you curious. So you sat down, leaving enough room between the two of you so that you weren’t touching.

“I, uhh, I have to tell you something.” Calum was nervous and you could tell. You hadn’t ever seen him nervous before, so it surprised you.

You furrowed you eyebrows and nodded your head slowly. Why was he acting so weird? “What’s up?”

Calum sat up fully, thankfully having put underwear on just before, and inhaled a breath. God he was nervous, anxious even. He had never had to admit his feelings to a girl. This was all new to him. And this Calum, was all new to you. “I like you. Like, like you. Not just for sex and not just as a friend, either.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but smile. You would never admit it, but you too, had a crush on him. It was just a grade school crush, really, nothing serious, but hearing him say that he liked you made you happy in a way that you couldn’t describe. “Since when?”

“Since, like.. I dunno- a year?”

“A year? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Calum just shrugged, ingnoring your question, and continuing to speak. He didn’t want to tell you that he was too scared to admit his feelings, that he was scared you would reject him, since no girl has ever rejected him, he was just flat out scared. And Calum was never scared. “Can I take you on a date?”

“Seriously?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yeah. Seriously.”

“I-I don’t know, Calum.”

“C’mon, Y/N. I know I have a reputation and I’ve slept with a lot of girls-“

“And broken their hearts.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, that too, but it’s different with you.”

“Why is it different? How am I any different than any other girl you’ve had drunken sex with?”

“I don’t know it just is, okay? I’ve taken a liking to you since the first class we had together last year and I can’t explain it, you’re just... different. Can you please just give me a chance? One chance? I won’t let you down. I promise. And if I do, you can- you can punch me in the face.”

“I’ll be doing more than just punching you in the face.” You assured him. Calum laughed and nodded his head in understanding. “But yeah, sure, you can take me on a date. But you better impress me.”

Calum’s eyes lit up, smile so wide his white teeth could’ve blinded you, and he didn’t hesitate to smash his lips against yours. You weren’t sure if this would end well, but you knew you wanted to give it a chance, and if you got your heart broken; well then you were just going to have to deal with that later.

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cakesunflower · 6 years ago

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remember when fratboy!5sos was all the rave........kinda miss fratboy!calum

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

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clumsy-hood · 7 years ago

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imagine fratboy!calum having to hang upside-down from one of the tree branches on the quad while dressed in a tight spiderman spandex suit after having lost a bet to one of his frat brothers during pledge week—the only catch, he can’t leave this position until someone gives him a kiss. after a solid ninety minutes of legs cramping and blood rushing to his head, he, fortunately, notices you—a long-time friend—amidst the small crowd circling around him and gestures you to come hither, publicly calling out your name over the chuckles of many. he’d struggle to catch your eye as you made your way over—mostly because you’d be shaking your head, casually glancing at the friends that kept his legs pinned down to keep him from falling—but still attempted to reach out and hold your face in his hands, though he ended up cradling your chin and an ear in the process. your cheeks felt as though they were burning amidst the presence of so many cell phone cameras all targeting the two of you; he’d whisper a plea to help him out and get him down whilst all of his frat brothers chanted “KISS SPI-DEY” around you like some marvel-themed cult. at first, you’d offer a peck to his cheek, much to the chagrin of everyone else, who obnoxiously booed at the two of you. eventually, you’d heave a sigh, meeting his masked eyes and carefully cradling his head to place a soft kiss on his lips. you could hear the sound of several different strangers’ cameras snapping a picture to capture a moment shared between friends and calum mumbling something against your mouth. as you pulled away, you patted his cheek softly before heading in the opposite direction through the parting sea of college bodies—your face still burning hot to the touch—and leaving your friend absolutely speechless as he collapsed from the branch on top of his friends.

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flokive · 4 years ago

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weather boy - cth

description: fratboy!cal au with a LOT of vine references // part one of a 4 part series: a year in the life of calum and his roommate. writers note: a little something i’ve been writing for my baby @ashtonsos, enjoy! wordcount: 1638

warnings: none really

fall

"Shouldn't you be studying?" You looked up from your phone when you heard your dorm mate's husky voice. "Piss off frat." You huffed and you returned your gaze back at your screen. "I didn't know you participated in these kinds of events, Gilmore, especially a carwash. I like it. Will we be seeing you on top of our cars soon?" Calum laughed when you rolled your eyes at the nickname Calum gave you when the two of you met for the first time.

You had moved in a week before classes started, Calum arrived on the final moving day, the Friday before the start of the year. He threw his stuff in his room and tried to introduce himself, the cool and popular frat boy, to his new roommate, a girl with her hair bundled up in two messy braids and surrounded with empty to-go coffee cups. You were already studying when he first entered the shared living room. In the background, an episode of Gilmore Girls was playing. “It’s white noise for me.” You explained when he asked why the television was on but you weren’t really watching it. “It helps me study.” You shrugged and re-focused on your schoolwork. “My name Calum by the way, if you were interested.” He sighed and that was that. The two of you would exchange some greetings when you ran into each other in the dorm but you would completely ignore each other on campus. A few weekends in, Calum walked into the living room again, all dressed up for the first frat party of the year. You were watching Gilmore Girls, again, and drinking coffee, again. “Well Gilmore,” Calum started, “are you going to be a buzzkill and watch this show the whole evening or are you going to be fun and come to this party with me?” “What do you think, frat boy.” You respond lazily and paused the show. Calum lifted one eyebrow, a cocky expression appearing on his face. A deep sigh escaped your lips. “You know what. You just go your way, I’ll go mine. Ok?” Calum shrugged. “Okay.” “And you know, if we’re ever meant to be friends, which I doubt, I’ll meet you there. Now, let me watch my show in peace, and please don’t be too loud when you come barging in with some blonde sorority chick?” The boy laughed, shook his head, and nodded in agreement. “Sure Gilmore, whatever you want.”

“Wait…” Calum says, “Don’t tell me you’re actually in a sorority and you’re not some weird study girl who goes to college only to get a diploma?” “I am not.” You answered annoyed, “I’m only doing this because a friend needed some extra hands.” Calum chuckled. “So, what do you want, frat boy?” You asked, finally putting away your phone. “I want what everybody wants,” he shrugged, “I want to have my car washed by one of those sexy sorority girls.” You rolled your eyes and accepted the money Calum gave you, in exchange for a carwash ticket. “You can leave your car there,” you explained to him, pointing to the parking space on your left side. “Some of those sexy sorority girls will be there any minute.” Calum took the ticket from your hands, his fingertips brushing against the palm of your hands. The touch felt hot against your skin, making you pull your hand back as fast as possible. Calum didn’t seem to notice your reaction to the touch, as he tucked away the little paper in his short, before jogging back to his friends.

"Oof, it's hot out today." The voice of Calum seemed to haunt you today. “Did not expect to see you on top of a car. How’s the weather up there Roomie?" You sighed, rolled your eyes, and looked down into Calum's dark brown eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You said with a sarcastic tone and lifted your eyebrows awaiting a snarky comment from the brown-haired boy. Calum chuckled, shook his head, and pushed his friends towards the other cars. "C'mon mates, let's see if our cars are not dented and let vine girl here do her job." He and his friends walked away to a new victim to annoy. You shook your head, kind of confused that Calum didn't bite back and you finished washing the car.

“You’re SO owning me one.” You hissed at your friend when you attempted to get all the soap off of your clothes. “Of course,” your friend laughed, “I’ll buy you all the coffee and carrot cake you want, okay?” A genuine smile appeared on your face when you embraced your friend. “Yes, I’d like that very much.” “Now?” “Now, please.”

The first few weeks of university flew by and before you knew it Halloween was coming up. You and Calum were on relatively speaking terms after the carwash conversation and were actually able to have some sort of conversation. You would talk about some of the classes you were taking, the food you wanted to order, asking if the other person would also like some tacos, and there was even some small talk about the possibility of hosting one of many Halloween parties on campus. "The fuck is all this?" Calum asked when entering the dorm room after a long day of lectures and studying. "It's frikking bats." You responded, proudly looking at your Halloween decorations. "I love Halloween.” Calum chuckled, hearing you use one of his favorite vines. “I love that vine.” You turned around with such speed you needed to reach for the couch to steady yourself. “You? Love vines?” You asked excitingly. “Um yeah. Of course, I do. I’m not some crazy person who doesn’t know the world's greatest comedy alive?!” “I’m starting to like you more and more, weather boy.” “You’re not so bad yourself, Gilmore.”

The Halloween party was a success. Not only because everybody showed up and the campus police had to shut it down but also because you and Calum finally understood each other and were developing an actual friendship. The two of you would hang out on campus and would go out for lunch together every other Saturday. When you arrived at your favorite coffee house, ordered your favorite breakfast, you would sit down on the faded, brown leather couches overlooking the campus. “God I really needed this coffee.” You sighed when you took your first sip. “These tests and papers are kicking my ass.” Calum patted on your head to let you know he felt for you and took a bite of his chocolate chip pancakes. “Just two more weeks and it’s Christmas break. We’re almost there, Gilmore.” You nodded and nuzzled yourself on the big couch, watching the people walking outside and waiting at the register.

“It’s so weird seeing that girl with that guy. They totally don’t fit together.” You felt the eyes of the two blonde sorority girls, standing near the register, burning on your skin. You tapped Calum on his leg, trying to get his attention. “Girls are talking about us again.” You whispered and took another sip of your cappuccino. Calum shrugged and patted your leg. “So what if they’re talking. I don’t really care. I’d rather sit here with you and be talked about, than stand there with those two blondes and being talked about.” A smile crept on your face and you tried to ignore the two girls talking about you.

“You know what I heard though.” “What?” “They are roommates.”

“’Mah god, they are roommates.” The two of you mumbled in sync.

It was a typical Saturday night on campus, everybody either went out or went on dates. When Calum finally emerged from the bathroom after taking an hour to get himself ready he puts up a little fashion show for you. “And?” Calum asked, attempting to impersonate runway models. “Don’t I look dapper.” You looked up from your book and checked Calum out. He’s wearing his white button-up shirt, which hugs his arms perfectly, a classic pair of black jeans and some black loafers. You slowly bit your lip when you looked into the boy's brown eyes. “Yes…” you said softly. The boy smiled back and walked towards the door to get his coat and steals one last glance in the mirror. “Well, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Calum joked and he looked at you, all tucked in under your favorite blanket on your favorite lazy chair. For a second Calum doubted if he should leave. For a second he wondered what it would be like to just stay here and maybe cuddle with you under the big pile of blankets, watching your favorite series and having you falling asleep against his chest. The thoughts got rudely interrupted by your sweet voice.

“Bye Calum!” You shooed and you gave him a small wave. "And remember.” You said quickly when Calum opened the door. Calum looked at you hopefully, hoping you would ask him to come home early, asking him not to leave, but you didn’t seem to notice the change in his eyes when you continued your sentence.

"Nobody will ever be able to hate you more than you already hate yourself.” And with that remark, your attention went back to the book you were holding in your hand. Calum closed the door leaving you behind with a soft sigh, failing to see you wiping away a single tear.

With the sound of the closing door, you threw your book away in frustration and buried your face in Calum’s green hoodie you used as an extra pillow. Sniffing the familiar scent of your roommate you thought back to a few weeks ago. Ever since the Halloween party, something had shifted in the friendship between the two of you.

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jerriescuddles · 4 years ago

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clearing out my camera roll 2204/?

#mine #comcr #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ot4 #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #white background #smile #fratboy #green hair #blue hair

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cal-puddies · 8 years ago

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hope for the best || ashton irwin

this gets a smutty...

You felt the fingers on the back of your neck, and if it were any other day of the week at any other time of day, you might be worried but as it stood, you knew it was your chem lab partner.

“Hey, Irwin.” you chirp, looking around to meet his eyes.

He immediately grins at you, “Hey you.” slipping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey Cal, Hemmings.” You greet his two friends.

It was no secret that Ashton had a thing for you. He was extremely obvious about it but you tended to ignore his advances. Not because you weren’t interested, but because you knew he was trouble, and you had known it since he chose you for his lab partner.

“Did you get your hair cut? It looks nice.” Luke mentioned, flicking his hand through your shorter strands.

“I did. Thank you!” you flash a smile at him. Ash immediately reaches out, smacking his friend. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you Ash.” you giggle.

“Who said anything about jealousy?” he retorted, keeping you tight against him as you made your way through campus. “Want to get lunch with us?” he asked.

“Sure, I don’t think I’ve eaten since lunch yesterday.” you sigh.

“Hows your Spanish midterm coming?” Cal asks.

“Ugh, it’s a mess. Do you want to get together later and we can exchange and go over them together?”

“That’d be great actually. I’m struggling with mine. Come by the house later.” Cal says.

“Uhh. we’re gonna be getting ready for that party this weekend Cal, I don’t know if you’ll get much work done.” Luke pipes up.

“Shit, that’s true.” he groaned, smacking his forehead.

“Just come over to my place. And if Ashton can pull himself off one of the new freshman, he should come over so we can do this lab report too.”, you tease.

Ashton scoffed, “I’ve been good this semester… no freshman. But I thought we’d do it on Saturday afternoon, like we normally do.”

“Well, I have a date on Saturday night, so I’d prefer we do it before Saturday…” you shrug.

“Who is he?” Ashton asks, jealousy becoming evident in his hazel eyes and furrowed brow.

“Just a guy in my writing class.” you shrug again as you follow Cal to get lunch, Luke and Ash split off in the other direction reconvening with you at your usual table.

“Well, what’s his name? What’s he like? I guess you aren’t coming to the party this weekend.” Ash asks, his tone anxious.

“Have I ever come to a party?” you roll your eyes with a laugh. “His name is Derek and he’s a nice guy.” you shrug. “I don’t know a lot about him, we’ve only talked a couple times.”

“Shit. I have to go.” You check your phone and grab the rest of your sandwich and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stand up and gather your things. “I’ll catch you later, Cal. Make good choices, guys.”

Ashton watches as you walk away, leaning on his arm and running his hand through his hair.

“Derek. I hate the bastard already.” he sighs as his eyes follow you out of sight, losing himself in thought.

“Hang in there, mate. She’ll come around.” Luke said as he stood up, lightly punching Ash on the shoulder.

Cal shows up at your apartment later and informs you that Ashton said he’d come after practice. “Why are you so hard on Ashton?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” you look up from his paper.

“I mean, you know he has a thing for you, so why don’t you give him a chance?” Cal was genuinely concerned.

“Because I know Ashton… well I know his type. I’m not into that. Don’t get me wrong. I actually really like Ashton, but what I know or at least… perceive to be true about him... I don’t want to set myself up for that again.” You felt yourself growing defensive and begin picking at your already chipping nail polish.

“So, I think you realize then, that he may not be the person he puts himself out there to be. I definitely can understand your reservations about him, but I also think you should give him a try, because he’s a really good guy.” Cal explains matter-of-factly.

Well, shit. Maybe you hadn’t quite thought it all the way through.

“Did he send you over here to talk him up today?” you smirk.

“No, not really his style. I've known him a while, I think you'd be surprised by the kind of man he can be.” Cal shrugs.

You sigh, “I don't know Cal.”

“Just don't completely shut him down, ok?” You nod, agreeing with Cal's request.

You press your hand over your ear, and hold the phone closer to your other ear, listening to it just ring, biting your lip.

And finally, finally, a familiar voice answers, “Hello?” He questions.

“Hey, Ash. Are you like super drunk right now?” You sniffle. It's late and Derek was not the good guy you thought he was. Since you didn't want to put out, he left you at a party where you didn't know anyone or how you'd get home.

“Wait hold on, it's loud.” You hear him tell several people excuse me and then the background noise on his end stops, “Are you crying? Are you ok?” He asks.

“I need a ride Ash, can you come get me?” You cry into the phone.

“Yes, absolutely. I was just getting my first drink when you called. Where are you, I'm on my way?” He rambles, sounding concerned and quite pissed.

“I'm not really sure, I'll share my location.” You whimper.

“Are you safe? Can you do me a favor and go outside? Stick close to lights and people but just stay safe. Ok? I'll be there as soon as I can.” You heard his engine start, putting you at ease.

“Yeah, ok. Drive safe.”

“Stay. Safe.” He replied and hung up.

Ashton pulled up 15 minutes later. He got out of the car, his leather biker jacket in tow. You always liked that one on him most. As soon as you recognized him, you leapt off the porch and met him on the sidewalk. He put his jacket around your shoulders and pulled you along. He opened the door for you and watched as you got in the car, shutting the door after you.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked quietly. His hand reached out to grab one of yours which you were nervously twisting in your lap.

“He… uh… umm. He… I think he tried to drug me. But he… brought me a vodka cranberry, and…” Words were not really working for you at the moment. You could feel your eyes welling up again.

“You hate vodka.” Ash finished.

You nod your head, “so I didn't drink it. And he thought I did. And he tried to get me in a room alone, and I said no. And he called me a prude and he left. And shit I'm sorry. I panicked. I didn't know who to call.” You choked out your words. Ash had already heard you cry but you didn’t want him to see you cry too.

Ash’s jaw was flexing. “You can always call me.” He said through gritted teeth. “I'll kill this guy.” He mumbled as he lightly squeezed your hand. You could see his left hand going white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

“Ash, he's definitely not worth it.” You finally relax against the seat and let yourself grip Ashton's large hand.

“Y’wanna go home?” He asks.

“Not really. We can go to the party at your house, don't really want to be alone.” You began feeling hopeful. Maybe Cal was right.

“I can hang out with you, so you don't have to be alone.” He offers.

“Nah, it's about time I check out one of these world famous parties of yours.” You shrug.

And Ash seems to lighten up at your more comfortable state.

The ride to Ash’s house was quiet. He held your hand the entire time, gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. You were relaxed. You felt...safe.

When you walk into the party you are greeted with noise, and a booming voice. “NO WAY!! WHATS A GIRL LIKE YOU DOING AT A PARTY LIKE THIS?!”

You spin around and come face to face with your freshman year fuck buddy, Michael Clifford. You both smile and embrace.

“How are ya Clifford?” You ask.

“I'm good, but really. You never come to these, what brings you here?” Mikey had that same goofy grin that you had always found charming.

“Irwin came a saved me from a bad date so I thought I'd come to a party.” You shrug.

“How kind of you, showing favor to us peasants.” He bows. You feel your cheeks flushing red as you laugh.

“Well, a princess must treat her people every now and then!” you fake a curtsey.

Ashton’s hand slides on the small of your back and you turn to look at him. He leans in close to your ear, “Can i get you a drink?” you lean back, smile and nod, and he leans back in, “Whiskey?”

“Jameson and ginger, please?” you ask.

He nods, “You got it.” and you lean in and kiss his cheek and it makes him blush. Which you find very endearing.

He leaves you with Mike. “Haven’t seen a lot of you lately.” you mention.

“Well I've been locked in that music building, so i doubt you would have. You being good to my boys?” Mikey asks with a nudge.

“Obviously.” you laugh. “They are falling all over me.”

Ashton returns, handing you your drink and Calum is right behind him. “You’re here?!” Calum’s eye widen as he brings you in for a one armed hug, carefully holding his drink in his other.

“I am!” you smile at him and nod. “Ashton saved me from my date and I didn’t want to go home and be alone. So I told him I’d come here.”

“Oh, did he now?” Calum’s tone was laced with a distinct tone of ‘I told you so’. “Imagine that. Now, if you two will excuse me, I see a young lady in need of my attention.” He wiggled his eyebrows and danced off to the beat of the music.

About an hour and a few drinks later, Ashton had you pressed against a wall in the kitchen. There wasn’t a lot of traffic in there but every now and then someone walked in, seemingly always at the wrong moment. Thank God for liquid courage.

“Fuck… want you.” you whimper, his lips working your neck.

He pulls back and gives you a cocky grin, “Always knew you did.” he says back. “Upstairs?”

“Please.” he grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him.

As you guys pass by Mike, he hollers, “Ayo get it in, Irwin!” you flip him off and blush, but you press yourself against Ash and kiss the back of his neck, your fingertips graze his biceps.

“Can't get you alone fast enough.” Ash says to you, tugging you around, crashing his lips into yours. His fingers sink into the softer flesh of your hips.

“Why are we still standing here?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Within the minute he has you pressed against the door of his shared room. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly and pull at hair at the nape of his neck as he holds you by your thighs. His breath was hot against your neck, causing goosebumps to raise across your skin.The music isn't as loud, not that you'd be able to hear it with the thumping of your heart.

“You really had me fooled.” Ash whispered in your ear, pulling your shirt over your head. “I really thought you weren't interested.”

“Couldn't give in too quick. I've been around long enough to know how you are.” He returns you to your feet as your hands work his belt, it's undone before he realizes what you're doing. “Now. What are we working with?” You make quick work of pulling his jeans down and they stop about mid calf, his boxer briefs still in place. Ash is stood there, mostly in shock.

Your fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt, snapping him out of it and he pulls it over his head. “You're a lot more eager than I expected.” He murmured, pulling you in and kissing you, hands working at your jeans. He gets them undone, pulls them down over your ass. “Matching lace… you sure you weren't expecting anything tonight?” He smirks and gives your ass a light smack.

“More like hopeful, but really glad it's you.” You hungrily kiss him, fingertips graze his hardening cock.

“Don't tease sweetheart. It'll get you in trouble.” He says against your lips.

At his words, you stick your hand into his boxer briefs and grip his cock and start to jerk him. Your free hand tugs those down as well.

His cock is heavy in your hand, and larger than you expected. “Fuck. Ash.” You say, staring between the two of you.

“What's wrong?” He asks, nose and lips trailing along your jaw, finger tips trailing down your spine.

“I… just… fuck, Ash.” You tighten your grip around his cock and he gets the message.

“Sweetheart, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt. You'll be well taken care of.” He pulls back, gently lifting your chin with his hand and looks you in the eye. “Ok?”

Your eyes meet his and you nod. “Ok.” You whisper. He pulls your hand off of him and intertwines both of your hands with his.

He kisses you briefly on the lips and then he starts to work his way down your body. Working at your neck and unhooking your bra.

He pulls back for a minute, letting your bra hit the floor. He also pulls his jeans and boxer briefs off. “You've got such pretty tits, sweetheart.” His fingers trail up your stomach and he gently gives your nipples a tug. Before you really know what's happening, he's wrapping his lips around your left nipple while he works the right between his fingers.

You let out a soft whimper as you feel his teeth graze along your nipple, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers grip into his hair and he switches nipples. You look down and Ash is looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. Your back arches into him and he welcomes it, his free hand presses into your back, keeping you arched for him. His lips are trailing down your stomach till he's on his knees.

He sucks hickies into both hips, the softer flesh easily turning purple under the gentle suction. He hooks his fingers in the sides of your panties and looks up at you. “Won't be needing these…” he slowly pulls them down your legs. You kick them off and he turns you around and pushes you to the bed, letting you fall on it. “M’gonna eat your pussy babe. I've been thinking about how you taste since we met.” He admits. He stifles the smile creeping onto his face as he looks you from toe-to-head by pinching his lower lip between his fingers.

Ash looks at you and you nod. He leans in and kisses you, allowing his smile to be seen. He works himself down your body and once he situates himself on the floor, he grabs your ankle, pulling your ass to the edge of the bed. You giggle and it draws Ash's attention to your mouth, but not enough to kill the mood. His lips make quick work up your leg. He sucks hickies into each of your thighs, coming so close to where you want him, but he's not giving in yet.

He finally drapes your left leg over his shoulder, his hand coming around and resting on your stomach. And suddenly, he takes his first lick, a long, fat stripe right up your clit.

“You're so wet for me.” He moans, his large hand tensing as he grows more excited. He takes another lick, this one impossibly slower. “You taste so good sweetheart.”

You look down and see him looking up at you as he starts sucking your clit. You buck your hips and he firmly pushes you back down. You gently tug on your nipples with both hands before one finds it’s way to his hair.

“I need to hear you.” His hand delivers a sharp slap against your pussy, causing you to moan out. His eyes quickly flick up to yours. “Like that, did ya?”

“Mmmmm… fuck… Ash… yes.” His mouth was back on you, his skilled tongue working up and down your clit as he started working two fingers into you.

“That's better.” He murmured against your clit.

He keeps working you until all you can do is move your hips as much as his hand will allow and murmur “fuck… Ash…. yeah….” between moans.

He finally pulls away, much to your dismay. “Ash.” You whine, watching him stand, his hands guide your hips back on the bed, making more room for him between your legs.

“No whining, sweetheart. I said I'd take care of you and I meant it.” He says, and you take note of the bit of a dominant tone in his voice. You watch as he digs into the bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube. “I'm about to fucking burst.” He murmurs. “You, all hot and bothered and moaning my fucking name… it's a fuckin sight.”

You watch as he rolls the condom on and then he pours some of the lube into his hand and he works two fingers and the lube into you. “You're already so wet… just wanna make sure it doesn't hurt.” He kisses the inside of your knee and leans over you. His fingers coming out of you and a hand resting on either side of your head as he finally kisses you. You moan at the taste of yourself on him. Ash reaches down to line himself up with you, he uses the tip to tease your clit a few times and he enjoys watching you arch into him. “You good with this position?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“I'll let you know if we need to change.” You nod. Ashton's lips come back to yours as he slowly slides his cock in you. He pulls away and watches you, judging your reaction. He rests his forehead against yours when he sees you seem to be ok.

One of your hands slips up his side, the other into his hair.

“You’re so tight.” He moans. “Lemme know when I can move.”

You nod, “ok, move.” You can feel he's bottomed out in you and you need him to move before the little bit of pain becomes too much for you.

Ashton slowly draws his hips back, and moves them back in painfully slow.

“Fuck baby… so. Fucking. Full.” You whimper, breathing picking up as his pace starts to.

His lips work your neck, sucking and kissing, hickies popping up on your skin, little moans and grunts leaving his mouth in between.

His pace picks up. Dirty little nothings spilling out of his mouth and against your skin. “Fuck baby… so tight… fuck you’re beautiful… you're taking my cock so good… princess.” His body has tensed to the point you can see the outline of each muscle of his seemingly flawless body.

Your leg wraps around him and your hand tightens in his hair. “Ash… m’close.” You warn.

“Fuck… yea… give it to me princess. I've got you.” He murmurs. His hand slides down your thigh of the leg wrapped around him and delivers a nice sharp slap to your ass. You moan out and arch your back. “You like that, hmm? Gonna have to keep that in mind.” He gives you another one and grabs a handful of ass afterward.

“Mmmm, fuck, do it again.” You moan out.

Ashton happily delivers another smack to your ass. “Dirty little princess, huh?” He pants. His pace is quickening and you can tell he's about to come undone. He smacks your ass again, sending you over the edge. “Fuck. That's right sweetheart, squeeze my cock.”

“Ash Ash Ash.” You chant as he continues to fuck you through your high. Your finger nails leaving marks down his back, you turn your head and bite his forearm as you you start to come down and that seems to push him over the edge. You feel his cum spill out into the condom as he grunts. He rides out his high, his hips stilling with his cock buried deep inside you.

“Told you I'd take care of you.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you deep and hard. He pulls away and looks at you for reassurance before kissing your forehead. You feel his thumb press against your clit as he slowly pulls out and the feeling makes your toes curl. He stands and gives your clit a few rubs before you reach down and stop him.

“Too much.” You whimper, pulling your legs closed.

“Mm’kay. Something tells me you might be into that, but we can explore another time.” He chuckles. He disposes of the condom and pulls his underwear back on, you watch him from the bed. He's tired, spent. And so are you. He leans over you and kisses you. “M’gonna get a rag for clean up.”

When he returns to the room, your eyes are closed. You feel the bed dip and your eyes flutter open. He leans in and kisses you as his other hand uses the rag to clean you.

He hands you your panties as he chucks the rag in the direction of his dirty clothes bin. “Wanna stay?”

“D’you mind?” You ask, pulling your panties up your legs.

“I wouldn't have asked if I minded.” He watches as you sit up, and then quickly moves to get you a shirt, grabbing a pair of shorts as well.

He walks with you hand in hand to the bathroom and stands guard while you go. Once you're back in his room, you take off the shorts and gather the rest your clothes, setting them on a desk chair.

“Get your ass in bed.” He smiles and he playfully smacks your ass. He's standing at the light switch, waiting on you.

You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “M’glad I finally came to one of these.” You whisper.

“Me too.” He smiles against your lips. You peck him one last time and go and climb in the bed. He shuts off the lights and joins you. “I think we should do this again.” He whispers. “On a more permanent basis, with dates and shit.” He pulls you close, making sure your bodies are pressed together.

“Wow… that's the nicest way anyone has ever asked me out.” You yawn. “But I’m game. I like you, Irwin.”

“I like you, too.” He pulls you in for a kiss.

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#jock!aston #Fratboy!ashton #fratboy!luke #Fratboy!calum #fuckbuddy!michael #fratboy!michael #smut #ashton irwin #ashton imagine #5sos #5 seconds of summer

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the5sosdumpster · 7 years ago

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Parents: “are your grades slipping?”

Me: “nah they’re doin fine”

My grades:

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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Frat Boys (2) Masterlist

part one

Cause Honey I'll Smoke Ya (Till I'm Dying) (ao3) - mangoharry luke/ashton M, 1k

Summary: A game of Spin the Bottle brings Luke and Ashton closer.

Coffee & Mixtapes (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/calum N/R, 7k (WIP)

Summary: Luke didn't realise what he was getting himself into when he told Calum he would tutor him.

First there was coffee.

Then there were mixtapes.

And suddenly, there were friends with benefits.

come with your arms raised high (ao3) - hemmingscliffords michael/luke, implied calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: "Do you?" Luke asked again, voice raised louder. Once he heard a muffled grunt in response, Luke gripped onto the back of the boys shirt, tugging him up none too gently and marching him around to the back door on the drivers side.

Drop That Ass Before It Crash (The Sky Is Falling Baby) (ao3) - mangoharry luke/ashton M, 1k

Summary: Luke thinks he knows what he wants and getting it will be easy. Luke Hemmings and Ashton Irwin are university students who have only interacted once or twice. Luke finds himself on the steps of Ashton's fraternity house one Saturday night, and locates Ashton in the basement smoking with friends.

Get Down On Your Knees (ao3) - nationalnobody calum/ashton M, 1k

Summary: Within a moment he realised that everything was silent, no more shouts nor music was coming from the house and everyone had disappeared. The only time that happened was when-

“Ah! Mr.Hood, who else did I expect to see lying on the ground with a split lip?”

i don't wanna dive too deep or i'm never comin' back (ao3) - tutorgirl luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 22k

Summary: luke goes to the gym for the first time and unexpectedly meets the most beautiful boy he's ever seen.

i hope i never lose the bruises that you left behind (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 11k

Summary: Ashton doesn't hate his soulmate. He'd just love it if they were slightly less accident-prone.

Its Not So Easy To Just Say Fuck It (ao3) - bitchnluke luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Ashtons whole life is about surfing, but this one blonde boy gets in the way of that. He also happens to be a fratboy that claims hes straight, but his actions prove otherwise.

Tendency For Trouble (ao3) - lxcifxrhemmo michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 4k (WIP)

Summary: "I don't have a thing for Hemmings, he's a fucking little junior nerd with a teacher for a mum. That tells you everything."

"That just tells me it puts him top of your list to fuck next, thrilling dangerous sexy fling with the new boy at Uni? Yeah sounds like an opportunity you wouldn't wanna miss, not to mention he's got brains and beauty."

Or the one where Luke is the new pretty boy and son of the headteacher at frat boy Michaels University and Michael's really tired of all these little new kids thinking they're big enough to be like the Seniors. That is until he see's the new boy for himself and suddenly it makes sense...but he's totally not gonna fuck him.Is he?

What It Takes (ao3) - mukeclemmings luke/calum M, 8k (WIP)

Summary: "Wait, wait, wait. You don't like sex? How can you not like sex?"

And, it's not that Calum doesn't like sex, Calum is very sure that he would like sex in the right situation. It's just, Calum doesn't like intimacy with just anyone, and he definitely doesn't like intimacy with the douchebag fratboy that broke his best friend's heart.

Or, so he thought.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #au #fratboys #fratboys masterlist

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bittersweethood · 6 years ago

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STREETLAMPS (Calum Hood Fratboy! au)

Warnings: okay this is literally the first thing I’ve written an I high key hate it but I might do a part two anyway. I spent too long on this to not post it.

Requested: no but please feel free to request things or send me prompts/blurbs

Word count: 2,000ish

Riley glared down at her phone as her feet moved with purposeful strides towards her best friend's apartment building.

When she had left her own home, not even 5 minutes ago, she intended to walk as slowly as possible towards her pink haired friend's place. Her anger about being pressured into partying on a Friday night her main motive for keeping the overly-excited girl waiting.

It wasn't that Riley hated parties, it was just that she felt she had done more than enough of it in her high school and early college years, long since coming to accept that she really wasn't missing out on much, and after a long week of deadlines and sleepless nights, she would much rather have been back in her apartment eating a pizza with her roommate who refused to be talked into joining the small girl on her partying endeavours.

Cursing the cold wind for forcing her to carry herself to Claudia's building faster than she planned, she shoved open the heavy building door and chose to take the stairs up to the third floor.

Riley knew that she was being petty, but she couldn't help it. Silently hating how easily she let herself be talked into things, she cautiously opened the door to her friend's apartment.

Riley had no doubt that Claudia was already going to be slightly tipsy by the time she got there, and her thoughts were only confirmed as she walked into the kitchen and was greeted by Claudia screaming along to her favourite songs, red solo cup in hand.

"Save some energy for the actual party." The girl mused, grabbing her friend's attention.

"Well, I had to find some way to waste the time waiting for you." The pink haired girl replied. Thrusting her red solo cup into her friend's hand. "Chug this and then get changed. I told Lu we would be there 10 minutes ago."

Riley rolled her eyes and did as instructed, shuffling out of the kitchen and taking a deep sigh as she reluctantly pulled off her warm hoodie and replaced it with the tight dress her friend had picked out for her.

Returning to the kitchen and grabbing a beer from the fridge, Riley was ushered out the door by her friend, with barely enough time to pull the cap off.

"You can drink it on the way. We're late enough as it is." The girl reasoned, speeding out of her apartment building and down the street.

"It's literally a 5-minute walk, I don't understand why you're in such a hurry," Riley said speeding to keep up with the other girl. "I can practically hear the music already."

"You know how worried Luke gets when I'm late," Claudia explained.

For a second, Riley allowed herself to be jealous of her two best friends' relationship. Riley, (having known Luke since high school) introduced him to Claudia, (who she had met during one of her classes) on the first day of college. The pair had hit it off immediately, and even though Riley knew that they were meant to be, she couldn't help but feel a little left out sometimes. The occasional fling here and there was not enough to fulfil the longing she had to achieve what Luke and Claudia had.

Walking through the front door of the party, Riley was overcome by the smell of weed and sweat. Claudia had darted off to find Luke mere seconds after they entered, and Riley was left to wander her way into the kitchen on her own.

Setting the now empty beer bottle on the kitchen counter, and choosing to replace it instead with a cup she filled with vodka and soda, she glanced around at all of the people surrounding her. A few she recognised, but even in her slightly intoxicated state, Riley knew, judging by the number of faces she had never seen before, that she did not know whoever had thrown this party.

Deciding that she probably looked rather lonely in the kitchen on her own, she moved into the crowded living room, desperate to find one of her friends.

As her body was shoved every which way, Riley felt the familiar beat of her heart rate rising against her ribs and her vision blurring, her own anxiety beginning to hold her hostage in her body. But before it could get any worse, she heard a familiar voice yelling out her name.

"Riley!" Ashton yelled. Her guardian angel. Turning towards the voice, and seeing the smiling boy encouraging her to come closer, she pushed through the bodies a second time, trying not to spill her cup over herself.

"I'm so happy you're here! Doesn't Calum throw the best parties." He rushed out glancing over at the tanned boy standing next to him. "I mean, it isn't just Calum's party, but you know what I mean."

And Riley did know what he meant. Looking towards Calum, Riley recognised him from one of her psychology classes. She had never spoken a word to him in her life, but his presence in the room was hard to overlook. Everyone knew when he walked in, and everyone knew when he left. It was like the brown-eyed boy could stop time. So Riley understood that even though this wasn't "Calum's party", it was still Calum's party.

Just then, Calum's eyes locked with hers, and Riley couldn't help but feel like she was a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. As far as she knew, she had never done anything bad to Calum in her life, so why he was staring at her like he would rather drop dead than be in her presence was a mystery to her.

Desperate to get away from the intense stare of Calum, Riley muttered something to Ashton about how Calum's party was the best and scurried away as fast as possible, not daring to look back and meet Calum's eyes.

The whole 2-minute ordeal had taken a toll on Riley, so when she wandered upstairs and was met by Luke and Claudia offering her a joint, she was quick to accept the proposal.

Stumbling back out the front door and dropping down to sit on the edge of the porch, Riley took deep breaths and tried to focus her mind on something other than how fucked up she felt. Hating herself for getting high after she'd been drinking, she had half the mind to pull out her phone and call herself and uber when she was met by the dead screen of her phone.

Allowing herself to emit a loud groan she froze when she heard a deep voice from behind her.

Calum loved parties. They were his favourite thing in the whole world, and usually, he wanted nothing more than to get blind drunk and spend the night laughing with his friends and maybe hooking up with some random girl he would never speak to again.

But tonight was different. Luck did not seem to be on his side today, and after spilling his coffee and shattering his favourite mug this morning, followed by forgetting his report that was due today and being yelled at by his professors, Calum wanted nothing more than to go upstairs and pass the fuck out, desperate to get rid of his persistent headache. Getting blackout drunk was the farthest thing from his mind right now.

Ducking outside for a quick smoke, he had barely been there a minute when the same girl Ashton had spoken to earlier stumbled outside and dropped onto the ground in front of him, without even a glance in his direction.

Calum recognised the girl as Riley from his psychology class, and he couldn't help but internally groan at the sight of her. The girl had been nothing but a pain to him all year, even if she didn't know it. She was always just a point or two ahead of him in assignments, and in every class, even the ones that started at 8 am, she would be loudly chatting to her pink haired friend until the professor told them to be silent. It was like she didn't even try and she was still winning at life. It didn't seem fair, and Calum knew from experience that not trying in school definitely should not equal good grades, no matter how "naturally smart" someone seemed to be.

But as he watched the girl glare down at her dead phone, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for her. Deciding to reveal himself, he spoke up.

"You look rough."

He cringed as the words flew out of his mouth. The girl annoyed him, sure, but she was still pretty, and Calum wasn't trying to hurt her feelings.

Riley's head spun towards him and she squeezed her eyes shut from the sudden movement.

"Thanks." She responded dryly.

"I just meant you look like you're having a rough time right now." He tried to recover, knowing the damage was already done.

"Can I use your phone for an uber? Mine's dead." She got out, slightly slurred. Usually, Riley wasn't so blunt, but her body hurt and she wanted to go home. She figured that Calum didn't like her anyway, so no harm would be done if she was a little ruder than usual.

Calum paused for a moment. Sure he could have given her his phone, but he was completely sober, and to be honest, he sort of wanted to get away from this party anyway. So he didn't think twice before voicing his thoughts.

"My car's parked up the street." He stated. "I can drive you home. I'm leaving anyway."

"I thought this was your party?"

Riley had never been so confused in her life. One minute the tanned boy is glaring at her like he wishes she were 6 feet under, and the next he's offering to drive her home.

"Doesn't mean I can't take a break." He said already making his way down the stairs of the porch.

Deciding to just take the boy's offer, not really in the mood to pay for an uber, Riley followed the boy down the stairs and into his car.

Sitting inside Calum's car was like entering an alternate dimension Riley thought. Books and hoodies were sprawled out across the back seat, and the seatbelt buckle seemed much harder to work out than usual.

Letting out a frustrated huff, Calum climbed in the car and buckled his own seatbelt seamlessly before turning his head towards the fumbling girl.

Deciding that watching the girl struggle was painful enough, he reached over and buckled it for her.

Riley held her breathe the minute she felt Calum invade her space. Watching the way his hands quickly moved back to the wheel as he pulled out of his parking spot, the tension was suffocating.

The awkward car ride was eased only by the occasional slurred speech of Riley telling Calum where to turn, and it was only as the pair pulled up to Riley's building that they each felt like they could breathe again.

Turning to look at Calum and thank him for the car ride, Riley's words found themselves caged in her throat as the light from the street lamp illuminated his soft skin, and Riley thought, for a brief moment, about kissing him instead of using her words.

The intoxicated part of her, begged to hold his cheeks in her hands, and truth be told, she might have done it if it hadn't been for the confused eyes and furrowed eyebrows staring back at her.

Unable to completely deny herself of Calum, Riley settled for a quick kiss of the check as she rushed out a "thanks" and practically jumped out of the car, sprinting off towards the apartment building before she could even see his reaction.

A surprised, but not unhappy Calum drove away from the building and back towards his own place, wondering if he might have let himself kiss her given she didn't run away so fast.

Deciding that he was probably just a little delirious from the entirely too long day he had, he shook his head to himself and decided he probably just needed to sleep tonight off.

#i hate this #big yikes #calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum hood fratboy au #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #5sos #one shot

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highfivecalum · 6 years ago

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Stood Up

Pairings: Fratboy!Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol

This is part two of Cocky it was requested a lot so here we are!! Hope you enjoy :)

Part One

*not my gif credit to owner*

You sighed, looking yourself over in the mirror for the millionth time, you were nervous. Stephanie sat on your bed, scrolling through her phone, even though she was supposed to be helping you pick out an outfit.

“Steph,” you whined her name. “You’re not even helping me.” She rolled her eyes and locked her phone.

“Because I don’t think you should be going on a date with Calum.”

“Seriously?” It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You’ve been nagging me to find a cute boy to date and Calum is cute.”

“No shit. Calum is sexy, but he’s Calum Hood. He’s infamous for breaking girls hearts, Y/N, and I don’t want to see him break yours. Your too good for him.”

“I appreciate you looking out for me, but I don’t think he will, honestly. He seemed really serious about liking me. He asked me on a date, Steph, have you ever heard of him asking anybody on a date?”

“Well, no, but-“

“Exactly. Now can you please help me pick out an outfit?”

“Fine.” Stephanie huffed and opened your closet door. Your closet was a mess and Stephanie groaned just looking at it. She was super organized and you were the complete opposite. She had her clothes color coordinated and yours were just all over the place. “So, first of all, what are you guys doing? Where are you going?”

“He said we’re going to dinner but he didn’t say where.”

“So not helpful,” Stephanie mumbled her breath and hugged. “You could probably just wear a pair of jeans and a cute shirt. Maybe some wedges to look extra cute.”

You nodded your head in agreement and sat on your bed as Stephanie looked through all of your clothes, throwing a pair of jeans at you followed by a white flowy see-through shirt, lastly she found a pair of beige wedges and ordered you to try the outfit on. She told you that you didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, so a dress was out of the question.

You got dressed in the outfit and did a spin for Stephanie. She clapped happily at her work and gave you a proud smile, mostly proud of herself. Calum said he would pick you up at 7:00 and it was already 6:30, so you were glad you had already finished your makeup before picking out an outfit. Your nerves were getting the best of you and Stephanie could tell.

“Oh shit! I totally forgot I’m supposed to be meeting Ash at his house and I’m already late.” Stephanie frantically grabbed her phone and shoved it in her back pocket before sliding your flip flops on her feet. “You gonna be good by yourself until he gets here?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, Yeah. I’ll be fine. You go.”

Stephanie gave you a good luck kiss on the cheek and sprinted out of your apartment. You laughed at your best friends dramatics. You were kind of bummed she left before you did, since you didn’t want to be alone with your nerves, but didn’t want to make her stay. You were a grown woman, you could handle this by yourself.

Usually, when you’re nervous, you make yourself a drink or take a shot to calm your nerves a bit, so you decided that’s what you were going to do. You rounded the kitchen and got the bottle of whiskey out of the freezer and found a clean shot glass. After downing the shot you checked the time on your phone. 6:57.

You cracked your knuckles and played on your phone until Calum arrived. He told you he was going to be a gentleman and knock on your door with sunflowers in his hands (since you told him those were your favorite flowers), so you waited for the knock on your wooden door.

Ten minutes passed and there was no knock. You sighed and plopped down on the couch and propped your feet up on the coffee table. You stared at the TV that was off and looked around your apartment with a sigh leaving your mouth.

You checked the time on your phone again. 7:30. Your nerves turned into anger and when the clock hit 8:00 you kicked your wedges off, throwing them across the room so they were by the door, and got up from the couch. You grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took your seat on the couch again.

You couldn’t believe this. Well, actually, you could believe it since it was Calum, after all, and Calum doesn’t go on dates. But you really thought he was serious when he said he liked you and when he said he wanted to take you on a date.

Tears stung your eyes and you willed yourself not to cry. You took a long sip of whiskey and sighed sadly. You were looking forward to this date with Calum, since you had started to like him the more the two of you texted, but of course, he let you down. Even though he promised you that he wouldn’t.

Your phone vibrated on the couch next to you and your blurry eyes read the text from Stephanie.

How’s the date going? Gimme deets!!

You laughed bitterly and locked your phone, not bothering to even open or respond to her text, since you didn’t want her to gloat. She was right and you knew the second she got the chance she would be saying ‘I told you so’. And as much as you didn’t want her to say that you knew she was absolutely right.

How could you think that Calum Hood, president of the most popular fraternity in your college, and the infamous manwhore, would want to take you on a date? Out of all of the pretty and interesting girls that he knew, why would he choose you?

You laughed at your stupidity and continued to drink the whiskey straight out of the bottle. It was around 10:00 when your apartment door swung open and in stumbled Stephanie and Ashton.

Your head slowly looked up from the bottle to the cute couple in front of you and your frown deepened. Stephanie noticed you immediately, drunk on the couch with fresh tears running down your cheeks, your shoes by the door, and she was more than confused.

“Y/N/N? Why are you home so early? I figured you’d be out all night.”

“I never left.” You mumbled sadly. And pathetically.

“What do you mean you never left?” She asked, glancing at Ashton worriedly, who shared the same look as his girlfriend.

“I mean, that he stood me up, he never fucking showed up.” You laughed even though it wasn’t remotely funny.

Stephanie frowned, as did Ashton, because they both knew you were excited for your date. “Are you serious?” Stephanie shouted. “Did he at least give you an explanation?”

“Nope.” You got up, stumbling a bit since you had been sitting for 2 hours and drinking the whole time, and sauntered over to your kitchen counter, slamming the almost empty bottle of whiskey down. “Not even a fucking text.”

“Are you drunk?” Ashton asked cautiously, eyeing the nearly empty bottle of liquor.

“Yes, Ash, I’m drunk.”

“Y/N-“ Stephanie started to speak but you cut her off.

“Go ahead and say I told you so, because you were right, Calum is a fucking asshole and I should have listened to you.”

“That’s not what I was going to say,” Stephanie sighed and made her way over to you to console you. She wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled your body into hers and hugged you. “I’m sorry he did that. He doesn’t deserve you. I told you; you’re way too good for him.”

“Maybe I am. But maybe I’m not good enough for him.” You shrugged and backed away from the hug. You capped the bottle of whiskey and put it back into the freezer before looking at your two friends who were already looking at you with pity. “I’m going to bed.”

The couple said goodnight and watched as you walked into your bedroom and slammed the door shut behind you. You changed out of your date outfit and into an oversized t-shirt and underwear. Even though you were drunk you still made a point to take your makeup off with the makeup wipes that were on your desk that you had turned into a vanity.

You desperately wanted to send a drunk text to Calum, telling him that he was a fucking asshole, but instead you turned your phone off and willed yourself to stop thinking about him and go to sleep. He didn’t deserve to have you thinking about him.

You groaned as the sun shined through your curtains and flipped your body so you were on your back instead of your stomach. You rubbed your eyes and slowly sat up. Your head was pounding both from the whiskey and the tears; but mostly the whiskey.

You turned on your phone and waited for all of the texts you probably wouldn’t receive to pop up on the cracked screen. You rolled out of bed, grabbing your phone, and shuffling into the kitchen where Ashton and Stephanie were.

You realized you probably looked like a wreck and you didn’t have any pants on, but your shirt covered your butt, so you didn’t mind if Ashton saw you like that. He’s seen you at your worst, with what being your best friends boyfriend and all.

“Hey,” Stephanie smiled sadly at you. You waved and passed Ashton to pour yourself a cup of coffee. You added your desired amount of cream and sugar and shut your eyes as the coffee went down your throat, burning it in the process. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you waved her worry off. “Just have a headache from drinking all of that fucking Jameson.”

Your phone vibrated against the marble counter and you picked it up with your free hand that wasn’t holding your coffee mug. Your rolled your eyes at the texts you received from Calum.

Can we talk?

I’m sorry about last night.

Please, Y/N. I’m really really sorry.

“Calum?” Ashton asked.

You nodded your head.

“What’s he saying?” Stephanie asked curiously. You handed her your phone and she read them out loud so Ashton could hear. You rolled your eyes once again and sipped your coffee. “Are you going to talk to him?”

You scoffed loudly and shook your head. “No. Fuck him.”

“You should hear him out.” Ashton spoke up cautiously and you and Stephanie both looked at him incredulously.

“Seriously, Ash?” Stephanie narrowed her eyes at him. “No she shouldn’t. He stood her up! With no explaination!”

“But he’s texting her saying he’s sorry. Maybe he’s trying to explain.”

Stephanie looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Don’t listen to him,” Stephanie waved Ashton off. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

You laughed lightly and took your phone back from Stephanie, leaving it on the counter next to you. Ashton looked annoyed at Stephanie’s remark, he did know what he was talking about, but he didn’t want to start a fight, so he shrugged it off.

“Anyway!” Stephanie clapped her hands loudly and you winced since your head was still pounding. “Mikey texted me about going to lunch with him and Luke. You wanna come, Y/N?”

You agreed to going since you hadn’t hung out with your other two best friends in a while. You quickly got ready; brushing your teeth and applying a light amount of makeup before sliding a pair of jeans on and throwing a light sweater on.

You grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder before sliding your feet into your Birkenstocks. You found that Ashton and Stephanie were waiting for you in the living room and apologized for keeping them waiting.

The three of you piled into Ashton’s car even though the diner you were going to was barely 10 minutes away and Ashton and Stephanie conversed about something while you stayed silent in the backseat.

Once you arrived at O’Betty’s you found that Michael and Luke were already there sitting at a table right in the middle of the diner. They greeted you happily, Luke giving you a small hug and Michael giving you a bear hug.

His nose scrunched up as you both sat down. “You smell like booze.” He announced to the table. You just simply shrugged.

“What did you do last night?” Luke asked curiously.

“Nothing, really.”

You eyed Stephanie and Ashton warily, not wanting them to announce that you had been stood up, since you were embarrassed about it, and Stephanie understood your look, but Ashton clearly did not as he opened his big mouth and blabbed about what happened.

“She and Calum had a date and he stood her up.” Ashton told the group and you hid your face in your hands.

“Ashton!” Stephanie elbowed his side and glared at him. “That’s not something you just tell everybody!”

“What? We’re all best friends here. What’s the big deal?”

“You’re so stupid,” Stephanie mumbled.

You let your hands drop and found Ashton looking at you with an apologetic smile on his face. “It’s fine, Ash.” You smiled to assure him and he sighed in relief. He didn’t want you to be mad at him.

“You asked Calum out on a date?” Michael asked loudly with wide eyes. You looked around the diner hoping that nobody heard and thankfully the place was nearly empty.

“What? No. He asked me on a date.” You clarified.

“What?” Luke couldn’t help but laugh. “Calum Hood doesn’t ask people on dates.”

“Yeah, well, he asked me.”

“And then he just fucking stood you up? What a prick.” Luke said with an icy tone. Luke had always looked out for you and acted like a brother. He was protective of you and always made sure you were okay. He wanted to beat Calum’s ass.

“It’s fine you guys.” You wanted desperately to change the subject. You hated being the center of attention, especially now, when Calum was involved.

“No! It’s not fine.” Stephanie butted in.

You restrained yourself from telling them to shut up. You didn’t want to talk about being stood up anymore. “Can we not talk about this anymore?”

The group collectively nodded their heads and Michael started talking about something unrelated and irrelevant. You sipped the Pepsi that was in front of you and exhaled a sigh you didn’t know you were holding.

You were in your own world, not paying any attention to what your friends were talking about, when they all suddenly stopped talking at once. You weren’t sure why, but you didn’t care enough to ask.

“Y/N?” Your head snapped up at the voice and your face dropped. Of course he just had to be there. There stood Calum Hood in all his glory with a guilty look on his face. You felt everyone’s eyes on you and it was then you figured out why they stopped talking. “Can we talk?”

You looked at each one of your friends, who were already staring at you, and grabbed your phone and purse before standing up. You shouldered past Calum and made a beeline for the exit.

“You fucked up, dude.” You heard Michael speak and you were happy for that, but you didn’t want listen to what Calum had to say back to him, so you quickly pushed the door open and walked outside.

You speed-walked down the street in the direction of your apartment and tried not to bump into anybody as you did so. You wanted to get far away as you could from O’Betty’s and from Calum.

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