5sos fluff

Who’d You Rather?~Calum Hood

“Welcome actress Y/n Y/l/n.” Ellen said as you came around the corner and walked over to her. You both danced together before laughing and hugging. “How are you?” 

“I’m good. I’m really good.” You smiled getting comfortable in the chair. “How are you?” You asked. 

“I’m great.” She smiled and right away got into the interview asking you tons of questions about your up coming movie and some other things. “Let’s play a game.” She said. 

“Oh boy.” You laughed as everyone laughed with you. 

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bad behavior // ch

ultimately inspired by The Maine’s new single, ‘Bad Behavior’ and a conversation between me and @kacieblogs

this was quick, it was choppy…enjoy?


I feel okay all over,
Void of all composure.

Quiet moments are rare.

Calum’s sprawled over the bed, socked feet just hanging over the edge. He’s visible just in the corner of the reflection of the mirror, head turned so his eyes can watch as you blend your foundation into place. There’s a stupid smirk stretched over his lips, one hand tucked beneath his head and the other resting on the bulge his mesh shorts do little to conceal.

Honestly, he should have been up ages ago. But the room is barely bathed in the light that slips through the crack in the curtains and there’s a hazy glow to bathroom lights you’ve yet to replace. Music hums along in the background, your phone still anchored to the wall by it’s charger, unable to get ready without something to bounce around to, but unwilling to let the battery drain before you’ve even stepped outside for the day.

You’re lining the bow of your lips just as you glance up, new tube of lipstick hanging between the grip of your fingers. Your eyes catch his in the reflection of the mirror; you’re standing there, only half of your lips filled in with color and looking kind of ridiculous, but you’re wrinkling your nose and smiling at him anyway. A final, somewhat sarcastic purse of your lips and you blow his reflection a kiss.

He thinks that the stupid jokes and the endless teasing he’ll have to endure when he slips in late to rehearsal is worth it.

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masterlist

alright so here’s the masterlist on my new blog. it’s the exact same, just on another blog tbh ;) 

if anything isn’t as it should be (the links aren’t working, wrong title, ect) please me so i can fix it 

if you wanna chat about writing and 5sos and stuff pls hit me up ! 

now, happy reading and tell me what you think about the writings!

(most/some of the pieces are on my old blog but there won’t be posted any writing on @calumsbtich anymore)

☆ = means personal favourites 

☼ = means over 100 notes

= means over 200 notes

 = means over 300 notes

* = means smut

valentine!5sos blurb night with @calumsbicth​

S E R I E S

PAID TO BE POPULAR (on-going)

THE PURPOSE OF LOVE (on-going)

BITTERSWEET GENERATION (on-going)

A S H T O N

IMAGINES

The Awful and the Adorable ☆ ♔

The Unprepared Guest (Halloween series)  ☼

Talking-before-thinking

Eyes ☆ ♔

Inconvenient 

soft apologies *✧

C A L U M

IMAGINES

Nia  ♔

Coping Mechanism

That Lovelis Bitch  ♔

Years Long Past ☆ ☼ - Part 2

Jealous Daddy ✧

The Cutie from Stanford

You Could’ve Killed Me  ✧ (Halloween series)

Two Lovebirds In The Water ✧

Love In The Air(port) ✧

Please ✧

In Charge ♔

One Match 

Change of Status 

A Christmas Miracle ✧

L U K E

IMAGINES

How Can I Be Good Enough? 

Let’s Just Pretend ☆ ✧

Scary Ex-Girlfriend ♔ (Halloween Series)

A Treaty Trickster  (Halloween series)

Long Time No See ✧

Angry Arzaylea ♔

Handcuffed 

Hurt ☆ ☼

M I C H A E L

IMAGINES

Doctor Stranger(Halloween Series)

Movie Theatre and Chill 

No, Please & Thank You 

Everything that doesn’t make sense about me, makes sense when I’m with you

4 / 4 / ALL

Jealous (4/4) 

Worried about nothing (4/4)

How you cuddle (4/4) 

Breakups are painful (4/4) 

Closer - Song Preference

Outer Space - Song Preference


Request here! (unless they’re closed. of course, you can still share your ideas, but don’t expect them to be written)

Prompts if you can’t think of anything

#3 I am flirting with you

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Word count: 11,277

Warnings: Blow jobs, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk

Requested: Yes

A/N: Fun fact! This is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this totally sucks. I also want to say i’m sorry that I didn’t upload a story on Saturday. I had Halloween parties all weekend and honestly I was just avoiding the smut. But, now i’m back and all is well. So yea,

Hope you enjoy :-)

The monitor illuminated his face with a faint blue light. The blinking cursor was almost taunting him. Calum watching the line flash on his screen with his tired eyes. He sat back in his squeaky office chair and stared up at the dim fluorescent lights. Calum decided the ceiling tiles weren’t much more interesting that the computer screen. He spun around in his chair taking in his cramped cubicle. He dreaded these four small walls. He had tried his best to personalize his area with pictures, posters, even a silly object here and there but it underneath it still remained dull and gray. The sound of typing keys filled the office, which Calum usually blocked out, was now deafening. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to keep his sanity. A glance at the clock in the bottom of his desktop showed him that there was only one hour left. He could make it. Calum decided a little conversation might prevent him from going crazy. He stood up leaned over the small wall that separated him and his friend, Michael.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Calum inquired.

“Uh, not much,” Michael replied, glancing at Calum then right back to his desktop with his nose nearing touching the screen.

“What are you even doing?” Calum pondered, leaning over to glance at Michael’s computer.

“Check this out,” Michael turned the monitor toward his friend “It’s the new secretary, Blair. Damn, I’d like to take her out sometime, and by take her out I mean-”

Calum held his hand up to stop Michael from continuing his sentence. “Yea, I know what you mean.” He chuckled lightly. “She not really my type though.”

Michael looked at him astonishingly. “Not your type? Cal, since when is any girl not your type?”

Calum shrugged “I don’t know man, I’m just not into her like that”. Just as he said this Y/N, his boss, left her office and headed to the break room.

Michael followed his gaze towards the woman “Oh, I get it. You’ve got a thing for the boss!” he exclaimed

Calum quickly shushed Michael so that no one would over hear. “Dude shut up, I don’t. I just think shes really hot.”

“I mean you’re not wrong. I saw her in that tight skirt today and I swear, she’s not wearing any underwear” Michael winked

“I bet I can find out” Calum said cockily.

“No way” Michael said, turning his head back to his screen.

“Yes way, fifty bucks says i’ll even find out what color it is” He challenged.

Michael looked at him skeptically “How are you planning on doing that, exactly?”

Calum laughed “that’s for me to know and you to find out” then Calum grabbed some papers of his desk and walked out of his small working space.He walked towards Y/N’s office, beaming with confidence.

He knocked on her door and waited a few moments before a stunning Y/N appeared before him. Michael was right, her skirt was tight and from Calum’s height he could see perfectly down her white button up shirt. Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Mr. Hood, do you need something?” Y/N asked, slightly impatient.

“Yes ma’am, I just wanted to give you this week’s report files” He said as he gestured towards the papers.

“Oh, yes, right. You can just put those on my desk please.” Y/N stood back and opened the door wider so that he could come into her office.

Calum walked in, placed the papers on Y/N’s desk, then turned around and leaned against it so that he was now facing her “Y/N, I think we both know why i’m here”

Y/N looked confused at him “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean”

He sighed and pushed off of the wooden surface and began to walk towards her. Once he was right in front of her he reached behind her, shutting and locking the door. “I know you want me.”

Y/N looked at Calum as if he had two heads “excuse me, this is highly inappropriate”

He smirked “The way I think about you is highly inappropriate” he said as he reached around her waist and pull her so close that their chests were touching.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the tall man “Are flirting with me right now, Mr. Hood?”

“Maybe I am flirting with you, what are you gonna do about it?”

When Y/N did nothing, Calum grabbed the back of her head, bringing their lips together in a passionate yet messy kiss.

The two pulled away, both breathing heavily. Y/N’s eyes were wide with shock but also lust.

She always found Calum attractive but she knew that she could never act upon her feelings. If Calum and Y/N were to ever initiate a relationship or else they both would be immediately terminated and she really couldn’t afford that. She was after all the head of her division.

Calum couldn’t help himself at this point. His member was already beginning to harden in his trousers due to their close proximity and the effect her lips had on him. “You make me so hot Y/N. God, I need you now”

She bit her lip, pondering whether the risk was worth the reward. “Mr. Hood, I don’t think this is a good idea” she said trying to keep things professional.

“Y/N” Calum spoke while rubbing circles in her back “I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not paying attention. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don’t lie to yourself. Come on, I can treat you right”

That was all she needed. She closed the space between their lips. Calum heard her moan into the kiss and it drove him crazy. She drove him crazy.

He lightly pulled her with him to her desk. When they reached the wooden surface. Calum turned around swiped his hand across the top of the desk pushing all the materials onto the carpeted floor. He spun back to face Y/N, grabbing her waist and placed her onto the desk before returning back to the kiss. “Mr. Hood!” she exclaimed in anger “that stuff is expensive”

“No offense but, I honestly don’t give a fuck” Calum moved his lips to the corner of her mouth and began to trail kisses down to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. He bit her skin softly then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. When he heard her moan he felt his manhood twitch. Calum grabbed Y/N’s backside to pull her closer so he could grind into her clothed core. She gripped the back of his previously unwrinkled shirt so tight her knuckles were white.

He slipped his cool hands under her blouse making her shiver under his touch. She removed her hands from his back, ripping off his tie and making quick work of his shirt buttons. Once she had finished the task she hastily pushed the material off of his his shoulders. She then hopped off of her desk and started leaving kisses on Calum’s neck, leading down to the waistband of his pants. Y/N undid his belt and pulled down his slacks just enough enough to see him fully.

She licked her lips at the sight of him. Y/N took Calum’s girth in her hand and began to pump him slowly to tease him.

“Come on, Y/N” Calum groaned in frustration.

“Good things come to those who wait” she replied as she kissed the tip of his cock before she began to suck his head, teasing him a bit.

Calum moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapped around him “but the best things come to those who go and get them” he grunted. He tangled his finger in her hair and pushed all of himself into her mouth, causing her to choke slightly.

Y/N tried her best to suppress her gag reflex and steady her breathing. She began to bob her head as his member repeatedly hit the back of her throat, making her eyes tear up.

Suddenly, Calum pulled her off of him and roughly stood her up. He held a tight grip on her jaw as he brought their mouths together momentarily in a clash of teeth and tongues, before spinning her around and bending her over her own desk. He pulled up Y/N’s short pencil skirt to expose her barely there, pale pink, lace panties.

“Goddamn” Calum mumbled under his breath. He kneaded her ass with his large palms, squeezing the flesh which was beginning to redden. Y/N moaned softly when Calum trailed his hands from her ass to her moist core. He pushed the lace aside and and swiped his finger across her slit, collecting her juices onto the tips of his fingers. Y/N moaned at the feeling.

“You like that, princess?” he asks as he slid the thin fabric down her legs and casually shoved them into his pants pocket. He slowly pushed his digits into her glistening hole which made more soft moans leave her lips.

“You’re so tight baby. Can’t wait to fill you up with my hard cock” Calum spoke. He pumped himself a few times before pushing inside of her before beginning to move at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Calum, faster please” Y/N groaned.

“That’s Mr. Hood to you, sweetheart” with that he started pounding into her brutally. He gripped her hips so tight there would surely be bruises. Y/N moaned loudly but Calum quickly slapped his hand over her open mouth.

Calum leaned in, close to her face “Gotta be quiet princess. We wouldn’t anyone to hear, now would we?” he whispered into her ear.

Y/N shook her head, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying due to the movements of his hips. He removed his hand from her mouth and returned it to her hips. She whimpered softly and biting her lip, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He then pulled her up so her back was against his chest. He could now feel her glistening skin slide alongside his own. Calum wrapped one arm around her waist and the other playing with her nipples as he rammed into her mercilessly.

Y/N could now feel a knot in her stomach starting to form as Calum repeatedly her g-spot. Her hands soon found Calum’s and she gripped on as if she would float away.

Calum could feel Y/N tightening around him and knew she was close. He reached down and rubbed fast and sloppy circles onto her clit.

“I-I’m close” Y/N whimpered and leaned her head onto calum’s chest.

“I know, let go baby” Calum whispered to her.

With that que she felt the tightness in her gut finally snap. Her vision went white. Calum watched as her eyes fluttered and her mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ shape.

Calum thrusted into her a few more times before releasing himself. The two milked their highs for as long as possible.

He pulled out of Y/N, which awoke her from her blissful state. She cleared her throat and started to pick up her clothes.

The tall, tan man chuckled at the woman. “Someone’s in a hurry”

Y/N looked at him astonishingly “Calum, what we did was wrong. Because of this slip up, we could lose our jobs. More importantly, I could lose my job!” She exclaimed as she smoothed her wrinkled top.

Calum rolled his eyes but still had a smirk planted on his face. He also picked up his clothes and began dressing himself. Once done, he walked towards the door. Before he twisted the knob he turned around to face Y/N who was busying herself by organizing her desk, which he had rudely ruined in the heat of the moment.

“Oh by the way” Y/N popped her head up to look at the talking man “nice ass” Calum chuckled before exiting the office.

He strode back to his small dull cubicle and sat down in his squeaky office chair. When he sat though he felt something in his pocket. Then he remembered.

“Hey, Michael” Calum said as he leaned onto the wall that separated the two work spaces.

“What” Michael replied as he looked up from his paperwork.

“Pink” Calum simply said.

When Michael gave him a confused look Calum threw the balled up lace panties from his fist, right onto his friend face.

Realization hit Michael as he groaned and pulled out his wallet.

Masterlist

Luke

Forgotten 1 2 3

Written On This Skin - Soulmate Au 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Thunderstruck

Do You Believe in Soulmates?

Touch It

Calum

Alive

5000 Followers

Soccer Balls

When He Rings Her

Cats, Dogs, and Percy Jackson?

Princess - Badboy! Calum 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Ashton

Apart for Christmas

Never Sick

Are We Dating?

Lost in Connection - Soulmate Au 1

The City That Never Sleeps 1

Three Ugly Words

San Francisco

Michael

Mistletoe

But I’m Punk Rock

Pizza Anniversary

Not Like Her 1 2

Our Fingerprints - Soulmate Au 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

I Like You

Desperate - Soulmate Au 1 2

Dirty Laundry - Luke Hemmings

Not Requested

Based on ‘Dirty Laundry’ by All Time Low

Word Count - 740

He’s been watching her every weekend for the past month. Luke Hemmings. He’s mysterious in all the right ways, an asshole to everyone he doesn’t know personally, and the walking definition of relationship baggage. She sat in on the Modern Literature class that he’s taking once and he’s never been able to stop thinking of you since. He thinks she doesn’t notice but once he ran into her again at the bar that you bartend at he’s been trying to wrap his head around what makes this girl so enticing.

He spends weekend after weekend on end in the club just watching her, it becomes creepy, stalker-like, but it’s not something that he can help. His fascination with her leaves him questioning every inch of her, from her head to her toes and hanging on every word he can hear her say. 

Now he’s been perched at a high table for a few hours and, despite the loud thumping club music, he’s dozed off. His head against the sticky table top, drool slightly lining his lips and the leather jacket that hangs on his shoulders acting like a blanket. It’s only when it get’s to 3am that he is finally woken up by the soft clearing of a throat.

“Huh?” he half grunts, his eyes slowly opening and hair falling floppy in his face.

“We’re closing up, so unless you want to be found here next Thursday when we open again then I suggest you find another table to be your pillow,” she sighs leaning against a broom.

He practically has to peel his face from the table, rubbing the now irritated skin as he stretches and stands up.

“Sorry,” he croaks. “I have an actual bed I usually sleep in”

“Hmm..” she hums in disinterest as she focuses on her job.

“I’m Luke by the way,” he tries to sound as disinterested as possible though fails majorly.

She gives him a look that seems to say ‘are-we-really-doing-this?’ and lets out a breath, “[Y/N]”

“Need a hand?” Luke offers without thinking.

She doesn’t look up from sweeping, “I can’t get you a job if that’s what you want”

“N-no, just, it’s 3am, I expect that you want to get home soon,” he shrugs.

With a last look of destain [Y/N] hands him the broom and walks over to the bar to start washing up.

Luke quickly sweeps the last of his area and makes his way over to the bar to help further, secretly hoping for a conversation with his mystery girl.

“So uh,” he sweeps. “How long have you been-”

She cuts him off, “This isn’t going to end up like you want it”

“What do you mean?” he acts clueless.

“You’re doing the whole ‘nice guy flirting’,” she dries a glass.

“I’m not”

“You are, and since you have some kind of obsession with me, I should let you now that I’m far from perfect,” she tells him.

“As am I,” he leans the broom against the bar, now certain he needs to justify himself as he shrugs his jacket off.

“Oh sure, because you’re definitely not a cliche, hard on the outside soft on the inside guy,” she sarcastically spins to face him.

“There’s no such thing as a saint, sweetheart,” a condescending tone appears in the air.

She puffs, “Oh please like there’s any skeletons in your closet”

“I have my fair share, everyone has secrets,” he sits at a barstool and leans back.

She turns away from him and a silence settles allowing a ringing to start in his ears.

He shakes his head and sits up, “Let me take you to dinner?”

“You don’t want that,” she wipes the same spot for the third time.

‘Why not?”

“Cause my life is like a pile of dirty laundry, you don’t want to know about what I’ve done,” she sighs.

“I could trip over your past a million times, I only care about what comes next,” he leans closer to her.

There’s a small silence until she breaks it with a cough, “You should get going before the owner sees someone is still in here”

He sighs and stands, picking up his jacket, “I’ll be back”

“I’m sure you will”

He walks to the door but stops to call back, “For the record..” 

He catches her attention.

“Dirty laundry looks good on you”

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Rooftop │a.i

credit to the original owner of gif
Requested: no
Pairing: Ashton x Reader

YAY MY FIRST IMAGINE FOR THE VALENTINE-THEMED BLURB NIGHT WITH @calumsbicth, IT HAS OFFICIALLY STARTED! sO PLEASE START SENDING YOUR REQUESTS IN NOWWWW OR START WRITING A SMALL BLURB AND TAG ME AND CATIE IN IT

REMEMBER TO USE THE TAG #valentine!5sos blurb night w kat and catie

Description: Ashton takes his BFF out on a purely platonic date but how platonic is it actually?

“Can I take the blindfold off soon?” You murmured under the thick piece of black cloth covering pretty much your whole face.

“Just a few steps more,” Ashton whispered in your ear, his hands by your waist guiding you up a staircase. Your heart was pounding against your chest as Ashton stopped and let go of you.

“Ash, where are you?” You panicked as soon as you couldn’t feel his warm hands on your body anymore.

“I’m still here, just gotta open the door.” He mumbled, almost as if it was the biggest secret ever. You let out a heavy sigh as soon as he answered and with the click of a door being opened, he quickly walked back and guided you the last couple of steps.

You had never in your life thought that you would have gone out with Ashton Irwin, your best friend. Never had you ever thought that you would have stood blindfolded in front of him in any kind of way. But here you were, blindfolded and on a date with Ashton. Even though it was purely platonic.

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Scars | M.C

This is a soulmate!michael inspired by the fact I have the same scar as Michael and people have joked he could be my soulmate because of it lmao. I wish. But it sparked the idea of a storyline.

“According to conspiracy theories, everyone has a soulmate. It sounds crazy, but the way you can tell is that they have a scar that matches exactly to the other person. There have been many people who have come forward to back up this theory, where they have met said soulmate and had the exact same scar. When it comes to their relationships, they claim to have felt like they were two pieces of a puzzle that fitted together perfectly When the two people come into contact for the first time, their scars begin to give off a stinging sensation, so it’s almost certain you’ll be aware of who your soulmate is if you get close enough.” 

You were up at a crazy hour, sat with your best friend as you watched another one of Shane Dawson’s conspiracy videos. Your best friend was hooked. You, on the other hand, found it interesting and entertaining, but didn’t catch onto believing so easily. 

“Imagine the moment, though, where you see someone with your scar. It must be life changing,” your best friend gushed.

You chuckled as you watched her become so infatuated with yet another conspiracy theory.

“Yeah, but what if your scar was on your butt or something?” 

“Don’t ruin the moment, Y/N. And anyway, we already know your soulmate has a forehead scar. Look at the beaut that you have!” she gestured to the marking on your head, your eyes crossed as you tried to look at it, but had no luck. 

“It’s a lovely story, but I don’t buy it.”

Y/F/N rolled her eyes. 

“You’re such a spoilt sport.” 

“I am indeed,” you yawned. “Now come on, we need to get to sleep.”

 “Oh right! Tomorrow is the day you get to interview the baes!” She began to get excited. 

You were a young journalist for a pop culture magazine and you were currently in a fancy London hotel that your work had paid for ready for you to be able to meet the pop rock band known as 5 Seconds of Summer at their O2 Arena show the next day. Your best friend was so excited, she doubted she’d have any sleep, but while you were almost doubled over with butterflies in your stomach, the exhausting journey had taken it out of you, so you were so ready to hit the hay. 


Dawn soon arrived and you were in your Über heading to the world famous venue. You kept going through your questions that were saved on your phone while your friend was singing along to the radio. You had convinced your boss to let her be your assistant since you didn’t have a camera man and she so happened to be quite the handy gal when it came to filming - she had taken some incredible concert footage in the past and had dabbled with a video camera from time to time, so she was perfect. And it’s not like she’d let you live it down if she couldn’t come with. 

You waited by the box office before someone from management came out to meet you with your passes which allowed you to access all areas, which was vital for your backstage interview. You were due to meet with the band for a morning interview in their dressing room before returning later that night with press tickets for the show to cover live on social media as well as give a review of what is said to be their biggest show of the UK leg of the tour. 

As you followed a member of management to backstage, you couldn’t help but feel a stinging sensation on your forehead. 

“Did I bump my head last night?” you asked your best friend. 

“Not that I remember - why?” 

“My forehead is stinging.” 

Y/F/N stopped in her tracks. 

“You have a scar there…” 

“So?” 

“Your soulmate is close by,” she whispered with excitement. 

You rolled your eyes at her insane suggestion. You probably did something in your sleep and fail to remember. 


The boys were fooling around in their dressing room, as per usual. Calum and Luke were playing FIFA as Ashton made himself a cup of coffee to ensure he was awake and alert ready for the day ahead. Michael,on the other hand, kept staring into the mirror as he rubbed against his forehead. 

“What’s up, Mike?” Ashton asked as he stirred his hot beverage before taking a sip. 

“My forehead stings a lot…” the guitarist moaned, trying to see if a blemish was growing. Nothing but his old scar sat in the place of pain. 

“You probably hit your head on the bunk again, you dope,” Ashton chuckled before taking a seat. 

A member of management knocked on the door to address the boys of your arrival. The four finished up what they were doing before each in turn stood up and shook your hand to introduce themselves, as if you hadn’t a clue who the hell they were. 

“Great to meet you,” Calum smiled as he was the last to greet you. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too, you smiled. This is my assistant, Y/F/N.” 

The guys then took it in turns to greet your best friend, who was trying very hard to keep her cool and managed to fool them into thinking this was no big deal. 


As equipment was set up and you ran through the plan of the interview structure with the guys, Michael kept placing a hand to his forehead. You were doing the same, but managed to make it look as though you were playing with your hair. 

“Michael, stop doing that,” Luke rolled his eyes as he scolded the bleached blonde for fidgeting. 

“Sorry, my forehead is stinging, I don’t know why.” 

That’s when it clicked. You turned to your best friend whose expression was brighter than New York City at late night. 

“You know,” she began. “There’s this conspiracy that everyone has a scar to match their soulmate’s. If it stings, it means you’re near by.” 

You shot her a glare as she flashed you a cheeky grin.

“Interesting,” Ashton commented as he took in the concept. 

Calum began to Google it on his phone before studying a web page he had pulled up before his gaze flicked between the device and Michael’s bizzare behaviour. 

The interview began and there were literally no faults at all. All except you kept playing with your hair quite a bit, to cover up the fact that your forehead was very much causing an irritant. 

“Okay, I just need to switch memory cards,” your friend called out before stopping the recording. 

You began to chat with Luke as Calum nudged Ashton to point out your odd behaviour and how it matched the kind of actions Michael has been displaying all morning. The bandmates gave each other a knowing look. 

“Hey, Y/N, we’re heading to the cafeteria for lunch after this, would you care to join us? It’s on us,” Ashton suggested. 

You smiled and thanked him for such a generous offer. You decided to skip breakfast at the hotel and stick to an energy bar so your nerves didn’t cause a colourful upchuck before the interview. 


As you wandered the hallways to the canteen, you picked out what you wanted for lunch before taking a seat. Y/F/N had excused herself to the bathroom and the guys had a brief meeting before lunch. 

Michael wandered down the hallway and was about to enter the eatery when Ashton and Calum pulled him aside. 

“So, we’ve found the answer to your forehead situation,” Calum grinned. 

“Oh?” 

“You’re near your soulmate!” Ashton rushed out in excitement. 

“You’re not serious?” Michael scoffed. 

“Yuh-huh.” 

Calum passed his phone to him which had the webpage with information about soulmates, all summing up the symptoms Michael was baring. 

“Alright, but that doesn’t mean we’ll meet each other or know who one another is.” 

“Wrong,” Ashton sang before gesturing for Michael to follow him in peaking around the corner. 

There you sat clutching your head before pushing your hair back and revealing the exact scar that matched the one to Michael. 

“She’s the one.”


Part Two coming soon but only if you request it! I really hope you like it. If you don’t, I may just abandon it, lol.  

MASTERLIST | SONG PROMPT REQUESTS

I Would Never Call It Love

I Would Never Call It Love

Based off of one of my favorite songs by EDEN.

Summary: Y/N and Calum made an arrangement a long time ago, one that would never make it in the media, and not even their closest friends would know. It was strictly a time of intimacy between the two of them. But Calum can’t take it anymore. What happens when he finally voices out that he broke their most sacred rule? Don’t. Fall. In. Love.


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for nadya @assholecashtons

‘Did you know that you have gold in your eyes?’

Calum laughed under you, his eyes crinkling. ‘I didn’t know that, darling,’ he said. ‘Thought they were just brown.’

You shook your head, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. ‘There are little tiny bits of gold in them,’ you mumbled, running the tips of your fingers over his eyelashes. ‘They’re very pretty.’

‘Yeah?’ Calum murmured, a little breathless. His fingers pressed against the soft skin around your hips, pulling you against his chest. Slowly, you moved your fingers down the curve of his nose, running them over and around his lips, laughing a little when he pouted to kiss them. His cheeks were red from sitting near the heater for so long, and you couldn’t resist pressing your lips against them, feeling just how warm he was.

‘What are you doing to me?’ Calum asked quietly, reaching up to push your hair away from your face.

You nudged your nose against his. ‘‘M just loving you, is all.’

Luke: *unbuttons 3 buttons*
Luke: “na”
Luke: *unbuttons 1 more button*
Luke: “perfect, that should fuck the fans up”

Eyes│a.i

Originally posted by kassipayette

i’m like 110%  sure i’ve used that gif before but whatever - also this is rly good like read it you won’t regret it lmao, i’m begging 

Series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Requested: no, but i had a convo w @calumofficials a very long time ago about college!ashton lmao

Pairing: Art major!Ashton x Y/N

Description: When Y/N looks over the cute and curly-haired art major’s shoulder, she realises who he has been drawing for a long period of time; her.

It had become a normal thing for Ashton just to sit outside on the grass with a sandwich by his side and his sketchbook in his lap as he leant up against that one bench and then he would just draw whatever or whoever crossed his road. Sometimes it would be a gloomy flower in front of him, other times it would be scenarios or a person with a crazy hairdo just walking past. This had become a habit. After lunch, he would just sit down on the grass, not on the bench, but on the grass. Normally, he would take his lunch with him, maybe even some music occasionally. Drawing everything that he could think of.

This day was no different. He sat with his brown, round glasses on the bridge of his nose, the curls laying perfectly messy on his head, and his tongue sticking out as he focused on the current drawing. A girl. The girl he had slowly become more attracted to. He didn’t know her. All he knew was that after lunch she would be sitting with her friends on the lawn, the exact same time Ashton was.

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Shameless - CALUM SMUT

there has been a ton of requests for this sort of thing and i got inspired. basically this is pure nsfw smut plz read with caution.

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“This is a bad idea.” Calum swallowed thickly as he adjusted his tight jeans.

“You are not backing out now.” You grinned, holding the small remote in your hand and adjusting the settings fast in an attempt to sway him.

Calum lurched forward, his mouth wide as he moaned freely; completely at your disposal as you toyed with the settings of the remote control vibrating anal beads currently in him. You squealed as he lunged for the other remote on the dresser - the one that controlled your own vibrating underwear - quickly getting his revenge and swivelling the dial to the highest setting.

“Godammit.” Calum choked out, almost on his knees with how good the vibrations felt pulsing through his prostate.

“Calum I’m in my dress turn it off!” You squeaked, desperate not to cum in the original Yves Saint Laurent before you’ve even stepped out the house.

You were both meant to be preparing for the AMAs, walking the red carpet in just under two hours. But the scandalous idea had hit you when playing with your own full size vibrator one night, astounded by the purrs from your boyfriend as you experimentally ran the toy up and down his cock. The revelation spiralled and ended up with both of you daring the other to wear remote controlled vibration devices at the next public appearance you both attended.

And that had landed you in this situation today. You didn’t let your gaze stray from the panting boy as he plucked the small remote from your hands and turned his anal toy off, then turning yours off.

“Jesus, we’re never going to last the whole night.” You panted, propping yourself up by your elbows on your kingsize bed.

“Speak for yourself.” Calum said confidently, giggling at you.

You rolled your eyes and stood up on weak legs, lightly hitting his arm. You moved to the full length mirror in the corner of your shared room, smoothing out your dress and checking your makeup in the glass.

“We need to get going.” You spoke as you received a text from your Uber driver.

He would take you to the rest of the boys and their respective dates, and then you would all arrive at the red carpet together.

“Don’t forget this.” Calum handed you his remote, winking deviously before switching your vibrations on for a split second and cackling as he left the room, closely followed by you.

The car ride was uneventful, neither of you working the other up too much in front of your friends. They’d all caught you in compromising positions anyway, it was far more fun to build the sexual tension and watch Calum twitch as you ran your fingers along the remote in the pocket of your dress.

“Ready?” Calum laid his large hand on your thigh as you neared the venue, the car buzzing with excitement.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Shivers ran down your spine as the door of the car slid open, your vision faced with an onslaught of flashing lights and ears deafened by high-pitched screams from the crowd.

Neither of you dared to make the first move as paparazzi clamoured around you. One picture is worth a thousand words and both of you had boundaries. Your jealous nature meant you didn’t want Calum’s orgasm immortalised and shared around countless magazines and websites, and you were sure the feeling was mutual. However as the less intense interviews started, so did the fun.

You had been singled out by MTV, asking you who you were wearing and which acts you were excited to see later on that night. The interview was going well until you flinched at the all too familiar feeling of vibrations from your underwear. You glanced over at Calum, who was beaming at you, his hand in his pocket as he discreetly fiddled with the speed, switching from lowly vibrating to the bullets’ fastest setting. You felt your cheeks get hot as you tried to control your breathing and stay upright in your heels as your legs quaked.

You were overcome with relief as the interview finally came to a close and you could return Calum’s little favour. You caught his eye from across the bustling carpet and shook your head, a sly smirk decorating your face as you slowly turned on his toy. You watched hungrily as Calum’s entire body tightened, only making the sensations stronger for him. He narrowed his eyes at you before having to answer a question the bright-eyed female reporter addressed to him. Even from a few meters away you could tell he was struggling to keep his voice from cracking. But before your head got too big Calum flicked his own remote again, bowing his head and chuckling as you almost had to lean against a barricade to keep yourself standing. You had nearly given up trying to hide your inevitable orgasm; you were fighting to keep your eyes open and your mouth closed as the harsh vibrations wracked your body. You turned Calum’s toy off in surrender but he didn’t return the gesture. Your breath was hitching and before you could moan the incessant trembling in your soaked underwear ceased. You let out a whimper which was easily drowned by the non-stop shouting from fans and would have collapsed if not for Calum’s impeccable timing. His arm wrapped securely around your waist, giving your weak legs a break and allowing your body to stay standing. He kissed your cheek as you were heckled for more photos, but guided you both indoors, courteously waving at the electric crowd.

“God…” You laughed as you tried to collect your fuzzy thoughts.

Calum had led you both to a quiet corner and you propped yourself up against a wall, your breathing pattern slowly returning to normal.

“You okay?” Calum asked, the look on his face telling you he was wrecked from the teasing too.

You giggled again and held your head in your hands, “We need to get seated.” You exhaled loudly and took a ginger step forward, testing the strength of your legs.

You walked in front of Calum and jumped as he slapped your ass, whispering, “I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard during those performances.” As he took your arm, ignoring your jaw going slack at the thought.

Once you had found the other boys and their dates, you had almost forgotten about the secret you both were keeping. As the musical performances started you both couldn’t help but cheer along with the roaring crowd and get completely distracted by the acts. However, as the awards started getting announced, you both got fidgety. Teasing each other for so long without a release just had you itching to get the other alone. But you were restricted to your seats as the award 5SOS were nominated for was finally announced. You gave Calum’s hand a squeeze and held your breath as the presenters waited for the end of a tension-filled drum roll that felt like it would lasted forever.

“And the winner is… 5 Seconds Of Summer!”

Calum leapt up, quickly joined by his overjoyed bandmates and you. Calum was greeted by high-fives and handshakes from the surrounding crowd and a gigantic hug you engulfed him in. As the supportive cheering died down it was time for the boys to collect their award on stage but Calum quickly hugged you tight again. You tried to draw away after a few seconds but he held you firm, you stiffened as he whispered in your ear.

“Don’t you dare play games with me whilst I’m up there.”

You didn’t reply, too stunned from their win and his threatening tone to think of a sassy comeback. Calum kissed your cheek gently and left your side to join his friends and the presenters on stage.

You sat back in your seat, tossing the small remote in your pocket and pondering whether or not you should comply to Calum’s demand. As the microphone was handed to Calum you mentally exclaimed ‘Fuck it.’ and twisted the dial which switched on Calum’s toy.

You bit back a laugh as Calum’s words became choked and short and his heavy breathing was audible through the mic. He was chewing the inside of his cheek and his hands were shaking, and on the big screen you were sure you could see a layer of sweat beginning to form on his flushed face. To the audience it would seem as if he was just nervous or excited but if he stayed up there longer than a few minutes you both knew it would suddenly become a very different televised event. You watched eagerly as Calum handed the microphone over to Ashton and reached his hand into his jean pocket, deftly returning the vibrations in full force. You bit back a squeal and squirmed in your seat, the highest setting making you giggle uncontrollably as you knew Calum was definitely angry at you for potentially embarrassing him. The people next to you gave you smiles, innocently thinking you were just overjoyed for your boyfriend and his band, little did they know. Your stomach was in knots and your toes were curling against the soles of your shoes, you were sure you were about to explode from all the edging that Calum had put you through tonight. In the meantime Calum was sweating next to his peers, praying that his boner was concealed by his long shirt and that the boys would get ushered off the brightly lit stage soon. He slapped a hand on Luke’s shoulder, to others it would seem congratulatory, but truthfully it was because he wasn’t sure how much longer his legs would hold up against the assault of the vibrating toy.

As soon as the presenter ushered them offstage Calum was rushing back to your side, glaring at you and gritting his teeth to hold off from cumming in his jeans. He grabbed your hand and took the remote from you, switching his toy off. You couldn’t put up a fight even if you wanted to, at this point you were trying - and failing - to steady your breathing and your hands were brutally digging into the arm of your chair. You were close and Calum knew it. He took out the remote control for your underwear and held it on his thigh where you but no-one else could see it. He watched you closely, examining your breath and the scrunching of your eyes.

He was waiting.

Tension was pooling in your belly and you could hardly stop yourself from thrashing around and causing a scene. Just as you were about to moan out in pleasure Calum flicked the remote off, instead causing a disappointed whine to leave your mouth, which earnt a few strange looks. You almost had a strop in the huge venue but hastily decided against begging for Calum to let you cum in front of a few thousand people.

You silently seethed as Calum had all the power now. You were now forced to wait until you reached the comfort of your own home before finally getting the release that currently had you completely wet and quaking.

You bounced your legs nervously in the taxi. You were riled up and internally screaming for Calum’s touch to push you over the edge, but he had deliberately ignored you for the rest of the night, letting you take his arm but refusing to acknowledge your tugs on his sleeve in an attempt to get him home.

He finally complied to your silent request just after midnight, bidding farewell to his fellow musicians and gripping your hand a little too tight as you walked out of the grand doors of the venue and into your arranged car.

By the time you arrived home and got inside you were practically sweating from anticipation, but Calum simply swanned over the threshold, hardly paying any attention you. Just because he had been treating you this way the entire night, didn’t mean you had gotten used to it and you were far from happy with being looked over. You pouted dramatically and huffed as you sat down on the sofa, waiting for Calum to check on you but he didn’t. You heard footsteps echo into your bedroom and crossed your legs and arms, pursing your lips even more and furrowing your eyebrows.  You sighed loudly and eventually resorted to following Calum, trailing into the room stroppily before stopping dead in the doorframe.

Calum was lying on your bed completely naked and jerking himself off leisurely, his remote control toy discarded next to him. He lazily turned his head towards you as you walked in, giving you a nod in acknowledgement and biting back a smirk at your reaction to his position.

“What are you doing?” You gulped.

Calum’s hips bucked as he sped up, unwilling to admit he liked you just watching him hungrily. You could only stare in awe as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He glanced over at you, still stuck in the doorway, and chuckled lowly.

“Don’t look so lost princess.” He grinned as he fucked his fist.

You doubled over, the vibrating in your underwear suddenly violent as Calum took control of the remote again, rendering you weak for the fourth time that night. He waved the remote tauntingly, luring you over to the side of the bed. Your legs ached and you surrendered, collapsing on the bed next to Calum, who was in turn wrecking himself.

“Turn it off!” Your legs spasmed as you swatted at Calum, who kept the remote way out of reach, stroking himself more deliberately as his eyes swept your quivering body.

“Calum!” You practically yelled your boyfriend’s name, your hands grabbing fistfulls of the sheets.

Calum complied to your request at the last second you could hold on for, reading your body like a damn book. You relaxed on the bed, somewhat disappointed but glad he relented for just a second. Before he could start his torture on you again you hastily stood up and wriggled out of your dress, throwing it over a chair and making a mental note to hang it up later.

You looked Calum dead in the eyes as you unclipped your bra, sliding it off your shoulders and throwing it down at your feet. You gaze locked as you bent slightly to slip off the underwear. Calum swallowed the lump in his throat, the hand on his cock frozen. He didn’t have control over you anymore.

You moved slowly towards the bed, basking in the attention Calum was now giving you. You knelt on the edge of the mattress, eyeing up the boy suspiciously as he had a mischievous smirk on his face. As you predicted, he launched himself towards you once you were close, flinging his body on yours and pinning you against the soft sheets.

“Wanna race?” His eyes were glinting evilly and with those two words you knew that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

“That’s not fair, you’ve been teasing all night!” You protested.

Your ‘races’ with each other rarely occurred, due to how wrecked it left the both of you. The aim of the game was to cum last, doing all you could to make the other cum first. Calum never let you top when you raced because the position allowed you to have more control and he liked winning.

“Loser buys dinner?”

“It’s like 2am, Cal.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Eat me.”

Calum dropped his head into the crook of your neck and scoffed at your remark, his lips finding your collarbone nipping at it gently.

“After you cum around my cock.”

His sudden dirty talk startled you but sent a flood of warm tingles through your body. Game on. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in tighter to you and moaning yourself when his hard on brushed against your wetness. Grabbing the back of his neck forcefully, you pressed your lips to his and quickly realised how inevitable it was that you were going to lose. Calum’s lips worked magic and you were soaking under him just from a few seconds of making out, that boy had you utterly wrapped around his finger. You were kissing him as if he was oxygen, passionate and deep, your tongue flitting over the plump lips they knew all too well.

“Need you…” You whined, gasping for breath as Calum sucked a bright hickey on your neck, knowing he’d have to pay for it later.

“What was that?” His voice mocked your desperation, he knew exactly what you wanted.

“Calum! Please, I need you.” Your ragged breath was making it hard to talk but you spat the words out.

He said nothing else, just let you watch him in anticipation. He reached his hand between your two bodies and grabbed his length, pumping a few times before teasing you with his tip.

“For fucks sake!” You squirmed, about to burst from the need to feel him inside you.

“Patience babygirl.”

His words drove you crazy but you needed to at least try to win the race. Your jaw went slack as Calum finally indulged you, pushing in gently and pacing himself slowly to get you warmed up to his size. After all this time his size still stretched you and you couldn’t stop yourself hissing at the burning you were so addicted to.

Somehow you found each other’s lips again, soft gasps escaping your mouths as Calum thrusted gently. You both knew this wasn’t the aim of the game but you couldn’t help basking in the effortless love you both showed for each other… Even if it occasionally involved embarrassing each other in front of huge crowds. Uncharacteristically he groaned, his hips stuttering and biting his lip hard.

“Close, Cal?” You teased, grinding your hips down on his length and watched cunningly as his eyes fluttered and rolled. It was a competition after all.

“Shut up.” He growled, surprised himself at how the toy had worked him up so much.

He connected your lips again, kissing you swollen. His thrusts became animalistic, pushing deep trying to hit your sweet spot and keep his winning streak. It was working, but his panting told you he was a split second closer to cumming than you were. He rested a hand above you on the headboard and he drove into you harder, both of you moaning with abandon as you tightened around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whined, thrashing your arms and dragging your fingernails down Calum’s taught back, rendering him weak.

“God… fuck!” Calum faltered, exploding inside you and doing his best to not completely crush you under his weight as his arms struggled to hold him up.

The feeling of him inside you was the last straw and tipped you over the edge, sending you spiralling out of control as your hands curled into fists and you came hard around him, “Calum” being the only coherent word your lips could form.

You lay weak, Calum’s torso pressed tightly to yours and arms wrapped around each other before Calum carefully pulled out of you, rolling on his side but still remaining close to you. Both of you lay in silence, bathing in the afterglow and catching your breath.

“I won.” You muttered, giggling as Calum sighed loudly.

You turned your head to look at him and raised your eyebrows, unable to erase the cocky smile from your face. He wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead and leaned in to peck your lips before standing up, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself as his head spun from his orgasm for a moment.

“Your regular, yeah?” He confirmed, moving to retrieve his phone and sticking to his end of the deal.

“Yup!” You smiled contently as you watched his ass wiggle out the door, “You should probably get dressed babe!” You called as he disappeared down the corridor, murmuring to himself about how he’d rather eat you for dinner.