#my writing: calum hood

[wildflowerirwin]

Ashton really went from lesbian farmer to Goat Dad™️

[gothluke]

this energy forever 🪩🤍🩶

[kindahoping4forever]

The 5SOS Show Tour Hollywood - 6 September 2023

Via 5SOS IG Story

[lipringlrh]

wait in the car? - afi

summary: ashton’s driven you home but the song playing is too good for you to leave without finishing it.

pairing: ashton irwin x genderneutral!reader, friends to lovers

an: hiya if you read this, go give some love too to my ‘babe ruth’ titled post please:) reblogs are incredibly appreciated.

word count: 665

requested: yes

warnings: both reader and ashton get called pretty, kissing, fluff

feedback appreciated!!

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You’d just been out for a meal with one of your closest friends - Ashton. He’d been incredibly sweet the whole night, as normal, and had offered to drive you home.

Your head was rested against the window sneaking quick glances at Ashton when you noticed you were pulling up close to your house. Ashton’s phone was playing music quietly throughout the car, leaving both you and him in a comfortable silence.

Ashton looked at you as the music paused to move onto the next song, “sitting tight? Y’still okay?” You are in love by taylor swift began playing as you nodded at him, smiling. He smiled back, moving to squeeze your knee, then subsequently leave his hand there.

“m’perfect.” you whispered as you pulled up in front of your house, “is this goodnight then?”

Ashton paused, looking back at his phone. “wait in the car a minute? The songs too good for you to not finish listening to it.” You nodded back at him. You were both looking at each other now, eyes trained on the other person, never once daring to leave.

“This song reminds me of you,” he blurted out. He seemed to realise he said that out loud by the shock and confusion written on your face. “Not that i’m in love with you - not that i’m saying that’s bad, i’m sure you’re a lovely person to fall in love with - just it mentions best friends and you’re mine?” he rambled.

You’re still sat there, just looking at him, listening to the words of the music. You’re heart ached hearing him say he wasn’t in love with you yet also fixed itself knowing it all sounded like utter bullshit.

Ashton was still looking at you when he spoke again, “you look really pretty, today.”

You felt your face heating slightly, again when you notice his eyes are trained on your lips. “You do too, Ash.”

His face flushes, his eyes meeting yours then staring at your lips again. He was overwhelmed by you, all he could do was focus on you, nothing else. “Fuck it,” he leaned in over the console and grabbed your top, pulling you closer, his other hand cupping your face, “can i please kiss you?”

Your heart was pounding inside of you, one beat away from flying out of your skin. Your breathe halted and you couldn’t move. When you took a hold of yourself again, the only thing you could do was nod, and almost instantaneously, his mouth was on yours.

His lips were gentle, sliding across yours. They were warm and soft, devouring you with such care and love, heating you up inside. You could feel the love build up from previous years as you moved your body onto his, sitting on his lap, merging you both into one.

It’s so hard to stop - you never want it to end. This is the moment you’ve dreamt of - you don’t want to know what happens heat. This is it. Nothing else matters to either of you anymore except the sweet taste of the other. You were the first to pull away, eventually, no matter how little you wanted to.

“ash,” you whispered, almost as if you didn’t want him to hear you, but he was too close to miss it.

He didn’t respond. His hands were still on you when he looked at you again, “we just kissed.”

You were about to start shaking - was this a good thing? He looked so drawn away and unfocused, did he actually want that? You were about to question him when he repeated it again, this time with a strong smile, “we just kissed.”

You were both smiling uncontrollably, you’re for heads pressed together. Ashton pressed his lips to yours again, leaving you both just smiling into the other.

You pulled away again, still both grinning like maniacs, the song you’d forgotten all about drifting to a close, “do you want to come in?”

requests are open + feedback is welcome.

[edge-oftheworld]

no but sugar coated pain is such a good line why did it take me six years to actually hear it

[caketopics]

cake hugs

[orangeinecstasy]

Cherry cola is so good 🙏🙏🙏🙏 need another part asap (take your time)

i'm so glad you guys are enjoying it!!!! it genuinely makes me so happy. i'm currently working on part two as we speak 🤭

hoping that i'll be able to upload it in a few days so that you guys have something to read while i'm off for the weekend.

if you guys have anything specific you want to see as the series continues feel free to send it my way!

much love 🫶

[notgonnamessthisup]

It will all work out in the end

Fandom: 5 secounds of summer

Warnings: Sh

Everyone knew about how Ashton used to self-harm. Looking back at it, the boys were ashamed that they hadn't realized it earlier. The signs had been there, clear as day. How Ashton refused to go swimming with them, how he wore hoodies in the middle of January when it was clear to everyone that he was overheating, or the way he insisted on stacking bracelets up his arm. 

Calum knew something was wrong with his friend, but he couldn't figure it out. Maybe he hadn't wanted to either. They had only known each other for a few months, the band was new and even though they were close, they weren't that close. It felt weird for Calum to ask straight out, so he didn't. He simply shut his mouth and waited for an excuse to ask about it.

Ashton had certainly not wanted the boys to find out. He guarded his secret the best he could, with elaborate lies and smiles no one could have guessed were fake. As the oldest, although he was only 17, he felt that it was his job to protect the other boys. To be there for them, help them, especially the blond fifteen-year-old. He couldn't possibly burden them with his childish problems.

They found out accidentally, barging into Ashton's bedroom to wake him up for band practice. Ashton had been sleeping topless due to the hot Australian climate, panicking as the other boys stared at his exposed arms. It was Michael who forced Ashton to sit down and talk. So Ashton explained everything as vaguely as he could without the others asking more. Then Calum had laid down some ground rules, call if he got the urge, tell one of them if he cut. They had also devised a colour system so that Ashton wouldn't have to tell them what was wrong every time but simply could say a colour to let the others know what was up.

Green-okay Orange - sad/anxious Red- wants to/has self-harmed Black-Suicidal

Ashton had agreed with teary eyes, he didn't want to, but either he accepted the boy's help or they would tell his mom. They also took his blades. Ashton would find new ones, they all knew it, but making it a little bit harder for Ashton to cut himself up made the others feel at least a little bit better. 

The whole time Luke was quiet. The younger boy didn't understand what drove Ashton to do such things, how the most perfect person in the world could hate himself so much he felt the need to split his own skin open. Luke just wanted to hold Ashton tight and never let go. In Luke's eyes, Ashton was an angel sent from above, God's gift to humanity. "I love you" Luke had whispered into the older boy's ear as they had hugged goodbye that evening. 

Ashton had kept his promise to the group, calling whenever he got the urge to hurt himself. Most of the time he called Michael, telling a half-hearted joke to distract himself from the anxiety. Other times he would be crying so hard he could bearly speak, sobbing "sorry" over and over again. Sometimes he would Facetime Calum for hours, doing whatever until they eventually fell asleep with the call still on. 

Luke never got a call. Sometimes he would get a text from Calum or Michael, telling him about a relapse, but Ashton never called the youngest boy. Luke thought that it was because he wasn't good enough, that Ashton didn't trust him enough to talk about such things. For Ashton it was the opposite, Luke was way too good, too innocent to be burdened with such horrible things. 

-

After almost a year of going back and forth, Ashton managed to stop for real. He got better and happier and he even began wearing tank tops and t-shirts. When his name popped up on one of the lads' phone screens they didn't immediately think that something bad had happened. Ashton was happy. For real. After a while, he even got comfortable enough to talk about it. Not a lot, they still didn't know the reason why he had cut, he always got weird and quiet when they asked, but he could joke around about it. They didn't pretend that it never happened. 

Once Luke even asked the question that had been nagging him for almost two years. They had been sharing a hotel room, Calum and Micheal next door. "I have a question" Luke had said cautiously. The tone of his voice indicated it had something to do with the other one's bad habit, but Ashton didn't mind. They were two years older, Luke could handle it. "Why did you never call me when you were sad? I could have helped you know" He had asked with a hurt face and Ashton's heart broke at the sight. So he sat down and explained that Luke had been so young and that he shouldn't have had to deal with such things at that age. It was the truth, just not the whole truth. 

-

When Ashton was twenty-one he celebrated being three years clean. When Ashton was twenty-one he began wearing long sleeves in hot weather and stacking bracelets up his arm. The boys noticed, of course they noticed the odd behaviour again. Worried looks and hushed conversations made Ashton feel even worse, even guiltier. They knew and they knew that Ashton knew they knew. But they pretended not to, they hoped that Ashton would come to them, ask for help and the boys would gladly give it. But he never did.

"You know you can talk to me, I'm not a little kid anymore" Luke had said, cornering Ashton.  "Clearly" Ashton had smiled, looking the singer up and down in his Star Wars pyjamas, making him blush. Luke had been so flustered that he didn't even realize Ashton snuck away until it was too late.

-

The three friends were sat in the back room, quietly discussing their concern for Ashton. "We need to talk to him" Michael was speaking with a hushed voice. "No, he has to come to us himself, he knows we are more than willing to help" Calum argued. "What if he doesn't come to us?" Luke said. "What if goes and does something really bad just because we didn't reach out?" He said a little bit quieter. "Maybe we are just overanalyzing this, maybe he just likes his hoodies" Micheal suggested half-heartedly. They all knew the truth: Ashton was hurting again. Their Ashton. "Yeah, he trusts us, he'd tell us if it got really bad" Calum tried to justify, putting a comforting hand on the youngest shoulder. "He didn't last time" Luke's words came out as a whisper. "I don't want to lose him, we were way too close last time" His eyes were filling with tears. "Hey, we'll talk to him tomorrow okay? We won't lose him, well make sure of that" Calum tried to comfort the singer, earning an approving nod.

-

"Im leaving now," Ashton announced as he walked into the tour bus couch area, frowning as he saw Luke's red eyes, an obvious sign he had been crying. They had a day off and whilst the others chose to spend it chilling on the bus, Ashton wanted to go home and see his family. "See you tomorrow," Michael said without a glance, focusing his attention on the video game he and Calum were playing. Luke on the other hand followed Ashton through the bus to the door. 

"Bye," Luke offered a smile. "Bye dude, I love ya" Ashton pulled Luke into a big hug to comfort the younger man. Ashton rarely said stuff like that and in his tired mind alarm bells started to go off. "Don't say that man" Luke broke down, crying in the older man's arms. "You can't say that," He wailed again. The other two came running as they heard Luke's sobs. Concern filled them as they saw the taller boy crying into Ashton's shoulder, whispering "You can't say that" over and over again. 

"Luke calm down" Ashton tried to comfort him, confused as to why he broke down out of seemingly nowhere. "No, cuz you can't fucking say that!" The youngest almost shouted. "Why not?" Ashton looked hurt. "Cuz you're acting like you're gonna kill yourself!" Luke cried out, making Ashton take a step back. "What the fuck". Everyone in the room seemed to be taken aback by that statement, emptily staring at each other in shock. 

Ashton didn't even try lying about how he would never do that, they knew that he had tried to and it would only lead to conversations he tried to avoid. "You know I would say something if it got that bad, I promised I would," Ashton said, putting his hands on the youngest shoulders to help him calm down. "No, you wouldn't, You're cutting yourself but you still haven't told us!" Luke was hysteric. Michael and Calum exchanged a look, Luke slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing what he just said and Ashton bit his lip hard. "I don't do that anymore" Ashton mumbled.

"C'mon, do you think we're stupid? That we wouldn't notice? Don't play dumb with us Ash" Luke said, staring the older boy down. He was mad now and honestly, that was worse. "I-" Ashton began but was cut off by Luke. "You know we do care about you, you have to come to us when it gets bad, you promised" He cried. "I'm sorry" Ashton looked down at his feet. The room fell quiet, they all had known but heard Ashton confirm it was something else."C'mon, you're not going home tonight" Calum grabbed the drummer's arm and dragged him into the back room, sitting them both down on the sofas, the other two not far behind.

"Show us" Michael demanded as they sat down. Ashton hesitated and glanced at Luke. Luke had only seen his fresh cuts once before and had been horrified. The hesitation must have shown, because Calum grabbed Ashton's sleeve and yanked it up, making the cuts visible to all of them. There were fewer cuts than before, but each one was much deeper.

Luke felt like he was going to throw up, the thought of Ashton having done that to himself made him nauseous. "When did you do that?" Luke pointed at an especially deep wound that seemed to have just started healing. "Two days ago" Ashton confessed, hanging his head. He didn't want to see the others' disappointment or the looks of betrayal. "Hey, we're not mad at you" Calum grabbed Ashton's hands, smiling softly. "We just want to help, we want you to be happy" He continued, making Ashton look up at him. "We love you man, but this has gotta stop" Michael chimed in. "I know, it's just hard y'know?" Ashton explained. "We know it is, but it is worth it, isn't it?" Calum smiled. Ashton nodded, he knew that he was capable of being happy, he knew it was worth it.

"This time will be different though, whilst we're on the bus we'll have some different rules," Luke said firmly. "Yea, you'll still come to us and shit, but no locked doors and you'll tell us when you feel down, also we're reinstating the color system," Michael said, making the others nod in agreement. "And you'll be honest with us, no lying" Calum chimed in. Ashton nodded, it was reasonable. Besides, he didn't really lie to the boys. "And, um, we want your blades," Calum said once again, quieter. Ashton tensed, he knew it was coming, but he still didn't want to hand them over. "Fine" He agreed reluctantly, nothing good was gonna come out of fighting with the boys over this.

-

It was late at night, and light snores from Calum's bunk were the only thing that could be heard. Ashton couldn't sleep, he was thinking about the events of the day, how he had let down his best friends. More importantly, he really wanted to cut.

"You awake?" Ashton whispered into the darkness, to no one in particular. He didn't expect an answer, but it was worth a try. "I am" Luke whispered back. "Color?" he asked as Ashton didn't answer him. "Red" the older confessed. "Did you-?" "No". "You wanna come here?" Luke asked as he scooted over to make room in his bunk. Ashton nodded and crawled into Luke's bed, cuddling close. "I'm sorry" Ashton whispered. "Do you mind me asking you something?" Luke asked. The drummer shook his head. "Why didn't you say something? We would do anything for you, you know that". "I know, it's just... When it got bad again, it was embarrassing and you were all so proud of me and I didn't want to disappoint" Ashton confessed quietly.

"Why did it get bad again?" Luke could feel Ashton tensing up under him. "I don't wanna say" He whispered. "Okay, just know that whatever it is that makes you feel this way, we all love you" Luke comforted. He had overheard Calum saying that same thing three years ago, but the drummer seemed to relax a little bit more.

"I like a boy," Ashton said so quietly that Luke almost didn't hear. "I like a boy and he doesn't like me and it is killing me" He continued. Luke's heart almost skipped a beat. "Is that why...?" Luke didn't finish the sentence, Ashton nodding into his chest. "Oh Ash, it's gonna go away, it'll all work out in the end" Luke whispered, stroking the drummer's hair. Ashton didn't answer, they just lay there in silence, slowly falling asleep in each other's arms. 

-

The following day was tense. All of them tried to act normal but it was hard. "Morning" Ashton walked into the small kitchen where two boys sat. Luke was still sleeping. "How are you feeling?" Michael asked in between bites. "Fine" The drummer mumbled as he began making himself some cereal. "Colour?" Calum asked. "Do we really have to do this?" Ashton sighed. "You don't have to tiptoe around me, you don't have to treat me differently now," He said. Calum scoffed. "We just found out our best friend is hurting himself on purpose again, of-fucking-course were gonna treat you differently" He snapped. Ashton looked taken aback by the words. "Sorry,".

"No don't be, it's just, we need you here, we don't want to lose you so if that means treating you a little bit differently then so be it" Calum explained with watery eyes. "You're not gonna lose me" Ashton smiled sadly, putting a hand on the bassist's shoulder. "We almost did last time" Michael mumbled. Ashton didn't have anything to say to that, they were right, they had a legitimate reason to be scared. 

-

 They all cheered as Michael poured them another shot. Calum had pulled out the bottle of cheap vodka as they played video games, insisting they had to have some fun on their last day off. So they were sitting in the backroom, blasting music and playing horrible drinking games. They were all pretty fucked up but Ashton welcomed the mind-numbing sensation with open arms. He looked over at Luke, who was sitting on the armrest of an armchair. His curls were distressed from tugging at them all night long, but they still managed to look good, and the light from the television behind him made him look like an angel. Luke smiled at Ashton as their eyes met, highlighting the singer's rosy cheeks. 

"Guys this app has questions about us!" Calum shrieked with excitement over a new shitty drinking app. "I- I think imma..." Michael mumbled, stumbling out of the room towards the bathroom. "He's gonna throw up" Ashton sighed, getting up from his spot on the couch. "I'll handle it," Calum said, firmly pushing the drummer down again before leaving the other two alone in the room. 

"Wanna see what the questions are?" Luke's eyes glimmered mischievously as he reached for Calum's phone, which was left unlocked. "Who in 5sos would you rather kiss?" Luke read aloud before Ashton could answer the previous question.  He could feel his cheeks heating up, his heart beating faster. "You start" Ashton smiled, trying to play it cool. "Nuhu, I don't wanna start, you start" Luke laughed. "Im not gonna say first" The drummer argued back. "Me neither" Goddamit Luke could be stubborn. "Fine" Ashton crossed his arms. "Fine". 

The room fell silent as the two boys stared stubbornly at each other. Ashton doesn't know why he did it, it was probably the alcohol talking, but before he could stop himself, he looked Luke straight in the eyes and said "I would kiss you". Luke blinked at the comment, blushing red. "I would kiss you too, you seem like a good kisser" He smiled. "I am" Ashton confirmed with a smirk. 

Luke must have teleported to the couch because suddenly he was standing over the drummer with a shy smile. "What are you-?" Ashton was cut off by Luke's soft lips on his own. Luke was kissing him. Amazing, pretty, talented Luke was kissing him. Ashton's heart leaped, he never wanted this moment to end. He kissed back softly, scared of Luke playing some cruel trick on him. The singer grabbed Ashton's jaw, slightly tilting it backward , making his breath hitch. Luke took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other man's mouth, making out with his friend. Ashton felt lightheaded, he wasn't even sure if it was happening or if it was a drunken fever dream.  

Luke pulled away and sat down next to a very confused drummer. "You're right, you are a good kisser" Luke smiled. Ashton could feel his heart sink, of course, Luke didn't want to kiss him, he only wanted to test Ashton's statement. "Told you," Ashton said, trying not to show his disappointment. The room fell quiet once again. "Wanna take another one?" Ashton asked to get rid of the awkward silence. "Fuck yea" Luke answered, pouring both of them another shot. "Cheers," The older man smiled, downing the clear liquid. 

The two boys stared into each other's eyes, none of them having anything to say. Luke's cheeks were still flushing red as he was eyeing the other man. In the haze of the alcohol, Luke couldn't resist the urge to just lean in a little bit. Suddenly, their lips crashed into each other, kissing each other eagerly. Ashton let his hand wander into Luke's blonde curls, forgetting all about technique and letting himself get swept up in the heat of the moment. 

Steps coming from the bathroom made the two boys pull away from each other. Breathing heavily as they smiled at each other. "You know for how long I've wanted to do that?" Ashton slurred in Luke's ear, earning a small giggle. "Hey, Michaels passed out and im going to bed" Calum appeared at the door. Ashton nodded, realizing how drunk he was. He probably should go to bed before he made a bigger fool out of himself. 

-

Ashton woke up the next morning with a killer headache and the urge to puke his guts out. The lights were still off, so some of the boys must still be sleeping he concluded. Ashton walked into the small kitchen, only to find Luke pacing back and forth, looking very distressed. Ashton's heart sank, why was Luke so upset? Was it because of last night? Was it because Ashton had kissed him and now Luke wanted out of the band?

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ashton stopped the younger boy, trying to sound as calm as possible. Luke looked up at him almost scared. "It's me" Luke whispered. "Im the reason". "What are you talking about?" Ashton asked confused. Luke sighed. "You remember last night?" He asked, gently grabbing Ashton's hands. The drummer nodded. "Im so sorry about that- I was drunk and if you want to pretend it didn't happen then im totally fine with that" Ashton rambled. "No no, it's not that, I don't want to forget about that" Luke smiled shyly, making Ashton's heart skip a beat. 

"It's just, that you told me that you had wanted to kiss me for a very long time" Luke carefully put a hand on Ashton's arm, gently dragging his thumb over the bracelets Ashton used to hide his scars. Nonononono. "And two nights ago you told me that you cut because you like a boy" Luke continued. Shitshitshitshit. "I made you cut?" Luke's voice almost broke, he was trying hard not to cry. "No of course not" Ashton pulled the younger boy into a big hug. "Yes I did, you said so yourself" The singer cried quietly into Ashton's shoulder. "I meant that when im sad, having a crush on my best friend hasn't always helped me feel better" Ashton offered a smile. "But you have never made me hurt myself" He assured. "Are you sure?" Luke asked. Ashton nodded with a smile. "I've liked you since I was seventeen, and more times than not you've been the reason I didn't hurt myself" He explained. "Okay," Luke didn't seem convinced.

"I just don't want me being afraid to tell you that I like you to be the reason you go and do that" Luke gestured towards Ashton's wrist. Ashton's heart broke into millions of pieces, he felt horrible for making Luke think this was his fault. He could only nod, having nothing to say in his defence and Luke's mad face was terrifying. Luke wasn't mad at him though, he was mad at himself. He knew that he played some part in Ashton's self-harm, Ashton was a terrible liar and no matter how small a part he played, Luke would never be able to forgive himself. He had to make it up somehow.

"Hey, Ash?" Luke said, making the drummer look up. "I would really like to kiss you now" The singer blushed. "I would like that as well" Ashton smirked, gently pulling the younger boy in for a kiss. He could feel Luke smiling against his lips, making his stomach flutter. "Told you it would work out in the end" Luke whispered in the drummer's ear, kissing him again.

[lovesosweeet]

fellow sad fic writers.... do you cry writing your own fics? bc i do.

[honeyedlashton]

Snow In Love

7.5k Lashton oneshot by @plushyluke on AO3

“Maybe we choose to be oblivious,” Luke’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“Oblivious?”

“We don’t see how vibrant stars really are. Until—and not to be too cheesy, but—until they burn out.”

“Luke Hemmings, I love that you only share your unique mind with people who are worthy. You think I’m worthy, right?”

“You’re the worthiest.”

A shift stirred in the nighttime silence, and Ashton embraced Luke’s waist. It was a side-hug, but it was soft and comfortable. They held each other as they kept reflective eyes at the endless sea of misunderstood diamonds.

[clumsyclifford]

faith in a stolen car

pairings: calum hood/ashton irwin rating: T word count: 1.6k important tags: crime, driving, complicated relationships, implied sexual content, springsteen references

“You only need to get caught once,” Ashton said.

Calum smiled. “Then I won’t get caught once.”

fic #2 written for @5sos-fic-fest and based on jean jacket by the summer set!

[smoochesforluke]

In case anyone’s wondering how long I’ve been in this 5sos shit for here’s a fact that messes with my head personally

I had just started 8th grade when I found them and am now doing my master thesis

[gothluke]

Life-Size Luke

i had everything. i was everything,” luke mused.

“even a yacht?”

“a yacht, an rv, a pool, another pool, a private jet—”

“okay! don’t rub it in,” ashton laughed. luke shrugged like he was amused at his own bragging.

“i’m pretty sure i’ve had everything and any career i could ever want.”

“i wouldn’t want to leave either.”

“well, except one thing,” luke played with the buttons on the remote.

“what's that?”

“a boyfriend.”

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or:

ashton is a séx store employee when the new adult, collector dolls hit the shelves. he's had enough of these "lukey dolls," when one night everything changes, and his life becomes lukalicious.

rating: e

tw: smùt, language, but more specific tags on ao3

word count: 15k

barbie luke au • lashton • plot & smùt

[kindahoping4forever]

Having a lot of normal feelings about this pic so it gets a post 👹

[carryonafi]

my poor brain.

calum hood x reader; SMUT!!!

a/n: this one has been cooking for a little while teehee 😋 some more smut (high edition) because apparently that is all i am capable of writing — and plus, we need some more calum on this blog <3 enjoy!!

words: 2.1k

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The drug made your head spin, taking one slow, deep breath as colorful specks clouded your peripheral vision. Did it feel euphoric, though. Your eyes hooded, staring up at the popcorn ceiling which spun gradually. It made you dizzy, you had to close your eyes. However, they opened immediately after you thought you heard the sounds of footsteps approaching and a soft laugh came from your boyfriend.

“Don’t think that's yours, sweet pea.” He sat on the edge of the bed, just next to where you were laying with your head half-way on the pillow.

“What’s yours is mine too, now.” You mumble as lovingly as you could manage, a lazy smile followed as your head lulled to the side to look at him. He had more. He was over the rolling tray as you perked up, then slowly began to straighten up on the bed. The change in position made you all muddled again, a wave of warmth rushed over you as you shuffled closer to Calum and wrapped your arms around his middle. Your chin rested on his shoulder to watch what he was doing, but the soft pump of your heartbeat blended with his and echoed in your ears. You could hear his breathing through the haze, everything was just so slow. So slow, and so warm. He brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, pressing the thin paper closed with the tip of his tongue. “That’s my way of saying you’re mine.” Your thought finally finished, nose pressing into his hair as he let go of your face to grasp for the patterned lighter left on the bedside table.

“Mm, you stole that from me too.” He hummed, that was what he had told you at some point during your year of being together. Clothes were shared between the two of you to the point where you didn’t know what belonged to you anymore, but you couldn’t focus on your blatant plagiarism. Now, you could hear the flicker of the lighter, the crackling and hissing of the joint and Calum’s frame expanding as he inhaled. Dizzy again. You had no idea how anyone could make taking a drag like that as attractive as he did, your pupils dilated to accompany the glossy shield as you admired him. The hollowing of his cheeks as he pulled, joint still a flaming orange as he pushed out the blue-tinted smoke ahead of him. His hair had grown into a thick mess of black and blond atop his head, so easy for you to tangle your hands in… but they were too occupied tracing small shapes into his sides. He offered you the burning joint, to which you politely declined by shaking your head.

“Shotgun me.” You said just above a whisper, followed by another dazed smile as you poked your tongue out to wet your lips which felt endlessly dry. Calum breathed out a laugh, shaking his head as he flicked the lighter once more.

“So bold, Y/N.” He teased, you giggled and waited so very patiently for the moment he made your wish come true. Another flick of the lighter, and another, and another… Calum cursed. This made you whine.

“Cal..” You pouted, slowly falling back into a kneeling position, sitting on your heels as Calum got up to search for a lighter that wasn't all burnt and useless.

“I’m comin’ baby, I’m comin’...” He rushed to dig through his coat pockets, letting out a breath of relief as he tossed the old piece of plastic off to his desk and used this new lighter. It felt like hours, such long hours until he was finally standing just in front of you as you stood on your knees at the edge of the bed. Soft navy blue sheets crinkled under your weight, wrapping your arms around his neck to feel the same shift of fabric on his shirt, Calum’s free hand cupped your jaw, rough pad of his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip and making you feel like the most wanted in the world. You could see every little detail, half-lidded eyes, full lips wrapped around the paper, you leaned in just at the right time as he pushed the smoke past your lips. You could only let out a soft hum into his mouth which sounded more like a reaction to pleasure, Calum briefly pulled away to set the joint down onto the ceramic ashtray. Just before he kissed you again, he leaned in close and hovered while brushing his top lip against your bottom one. A sigh of want exited you, a quick, sharp inhale taking its place as Calum forced your lips back together and moved the hand that was on your jaw all the way down to the small of your back to ensure you didn’t fall back. He was bending you down, holding on carefully as you made out and he couldn’t hold your bodies up anymore. You were finally laying down on the bed again after shuffling out from that kneel, ankles hooked around his waist to hold him close.

“Guys are downstairs.” He mumbled between kisses, squeezing his eyes shut as your warmth pressed into his hips.

“So?” You whispered back, now rushing to tangle your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck so he could never get away from you. Calum whispered some nonsense about them expecting the two of you to come down soon, all you did was move those kisses to his cheek, then his soft jaw, then his neck just about as far as you could get without him resisting. You lifted your leg slightly, thigh pressing into where he stirred in his sweatpants.

“So.. they’ll wonder why we’ve been gone so long.” Calum replied, but it didn’t really sound like he was trying to fight back too much. Especially with how breathy he got at the end of his sentence, you knew he just couldn’t say no.

“We can be quick.” You traced your fingertips along the curve of his jaw just as you let your head drop back down into the bed.

“You know I can never just be quick with you.” Calum began to push your (his) top up your body either way, his fingers were so warm against your body that the contrast made you shiver. He was so gentle, so intoxicating that without another word you lifted your arms to bring the shirt over your head and throw it off to the side.

“Y’know..” You mumble, hands immediately finding the hem of his shirt as well before making the same moves Calum had to take your shirt off. Then you trailed off, taking a moment to think as your boyfriend stared back at you with curiosity. “Forgot what I was gonna say.” You giggled, a soft one that turned into a quiet laugh as Calum’s hands trailed over your sensitive, ticklish sides.

“You’re silly.” Was all he could say, leaning in and pressing soft kisses to your stomach despite your body constantly wiggling against him. It was like a battle to get you to stay still… he blew a raspberry into your skin just below your navel.

“Calum!” You gripped the sheets and laughed, but the more you laughed the more those soft waves of euphoria washed over you and made your grip weaker. All to distract you, since you had no idea that your panties had come off in that instant.

Calum’s lips twisted into an amused grin against your skin, pulling away and looking down at you with those sweet chocolate eyes almost completely darkened with desire. His eyes were so beautiful, just so goddamn beautiful. It was like Calum could see your thoughts in the way your expression softened once you got to losing yourself in his deep, hypnotizing irises. He didn’t speak a lot, he never spoke an excessive amount while making love, but he didn’t need to. There was an understanding in you both almost at all times. However, it was nice to hear his voice.

“Y’ready for me, sweet pea?” Calum said in a breath, his eyes roaming every inch of your face, towards your hair fanned out across the blankets, then following the line of your jaw and the fading hickeys he had left just the day before.

“Mmhm..” You nodded with that weak hum, nothing that was going on past your field of vision had registered in your slow moving mind, but hell, it did when you felt him sink inside.

It didn’t even take a second, you were already starting to writhe slightly against the blankets and silently beg for more with quiet, needy huffs of breath and eyes suddenly wider than before. Calum would be smiling at the sight of you if he weren’t so focused on making sure you didn’t hurt yourself with how much you moved.

“Slow down.. s’okay. I’m gettin’ there.” He squeezed your hip to put your wiggling to an end, it all just felt so real— more real than anything has felt in the last hour.

His words soothed you a little bit, though at this point you weren’t sure if the things you thought you were saying actually made it past your lips. It all just moved so slow, so slow and loving.

Calum would mutter these little phrases under his breath, right next to your ear so you could feel each syllable being spoken to you, or to himself. Just sweet things which could turn so vulgar so quick, how beautiful you were to how badly he wanted to pound you into the mattress within a matter of seconds. However, he was just so expressive… you couldn’t get sick of it.

“Cal,” you mutter hoarsely. Watching as his eyes gradually opened and the soft movements of his hips slowed down, but hit so much deeper. You reacted boldly, a hand moving to tangle in his hair again. Those soft ones right on his neck which tended to be smoother than the others. His coconut conditioner really did him wonders.

“Mm?” Calum was taking his time, his hands braced on the backs of your thighs and digging into your flesh, bound to leave bruises.

“I need it faster…” Your voice came out in a slight gasp as Calum spread your legs further and paused his rhythm for a moment, fully inside you. He looked at you expectantly, did you not add that sweet plea at the end like you thought?

“Please.”

“That’s it.” He said so gently, lips wandering over your cheekbones and peppering kisses over your recently sun-kissed skin before settling a place on your lips. You let out a muffled, whimper-like noise once Calum started to move again but faster as you wanted.

That was it, this was the pace that was going to have you seeing galaxies despite how slow and attentive Calum was. If anything, it was all fuel to the fire.

He looked at you with nothing but love, love which shone through the deep, glassy exterior of his eyes which in all honesty made this ten times better. Calum was physically making you weak in the knees and with every second that passed, it got even more intense.

You let out a weak call of his name, and he responded by leaning in and gently kissing your lips.

“Shhh, baby…” He mumbled, mouth never moving off of yours which created a soft vibration of his words on your lips. All you could do was gasp against his lips, it was so slow… so slow but so good. The pace was making you lose it, back arched against the mattress and crinkled sheets when your body finally started to react to your orgasm quickly catching up to you and pleasure crashing down in waves. Maybe that wasn’t the right phrase, it wasn’t very intense… move like soft rushes of electricity which made your legs twitch.

And there was even more to come as you clamped down on his cock, sending that delicious domino effect of your orgasms following one another through the room. Your body was stuck in one place, looking up at Calum and the sweat on his hairline like it was shore meeting the ocean. His perfect skin, being the case.

He sat up and pulled you with him, making you sigh as he held you close and idly stroked the like of where your spine was.

“Told you I can never just be quick.” He muttered right against your hair, peppering kisses down the side of your face as you grinned at the sensation of Calum’s soft lips on your skin.

“Yeah,” You hummed in agreement. There was no doubt what you would be met with downstairs when you finally got back to your friends, in for the teasing and playful comments which would drive you to blush, but Calum just to feel prideful.

[midsummer-bliss]

✨A 5SOS Introduction✨ ASHTON: Hello, my name is Ashton. I am the drummer in the band. I write songs here and there... CALUM: I'm Calum Hood. Calum Thomas Hood. Also known as 'Cool Guy Cal' or 'C. Dizzle Swizzle' MICHAEL: I'm Michael! I play guitar in 5 Seconds Of Summer...I sing... LUKE: So! I'm Luke! I am NOT 6'4! I'm...6'2, at best! I'd say!

5SOS - Cocktail Chats // Ep.1