#5secondsofsassiness

since everyone is claiming 5sos are rude and horrible, I just wanna tell you about why I will always disagree and I’m going to start with 14/2/14 - Valentines Day and the day I skipped school to meet 5sos in Lincoln. by the time we got there, there were sooooo many people and how I ended up second row, I have no clue. anyway it was raining and cold but yet the band came out and did an acoustic performance of SLSP for the fans they knew they wouldn’t be able to meet - which they didn’t have to because it was freezing cold and such horrible, drizzly rain but they CHOSE to. then they started coming round fans, even with the weather. I’m only 5’1 and I was easily pushed when this started but managed to make my way back to Gen (in the photo). Michael started coming round and frankly I was pissed about being pushed back and kicked and having my hair ripped out by some girl, so I started shouting about getting in a selfie. Michael heard me and angled the camera differently so I actually got some selfies. this is why I don’t believe the looks rumours, because I’m nowhere near beautiful and also chubby and short yet he took time to thank us for staying in the cold and stuff. so every time I see someone say they’re rude and arrogant, I want you to know that they’re not and whoever says that is probably attention seeking and wanting to cause shit. they’re so down to earth saying how much fame they’ve claimed and they’re SO appreciative of the support they have.

it's been 84 years and this still riles me up

pairing: calum hood & reader (ish??) word count: 2,206 plot: after being challenged by the girls’ football team to a match, calum takes his frustration out on the girl he shouldn’t of fallen for. warnings: language??? smut ofc fem·i·nism  [fem-uh-niz-uhm]:  the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men. She had loved football for as long as she could remember and boy, that was a long time. Her whole life had been dedicated to the sport since an early age, her first trophy being lifted at just age seven. Now almost 18, she captained the school girls team; her obsession showing no signs of fading any time soon. There was one thing that pissed her off about the girls’ team though, the lack of attention showed to them compared to the boys’ team. They were idolised throughout the school, being mentioned in almost every assembly and school gathering and praised at every opportunity they could be. Also adding to it, they had the biggest dickhead she had ever met as their captain – Calum Hood. For as long as she could remember, she had despised Calum and his up-his-own-arse attitude. It started when she was six and still playing mixed team football. She remembered his dirty tricks, how he pulled on her pink-bowed pigtails and kicked her in the shins to get the ball. But she hadn’t cried, she’d just tripped him up before he scored. Even then revenge was sweet to her. Since then, hatred had radiated between the both of them. They only spoke when they were forced to and managed to avoid one another when possible. But her temper got the better of her in one morning assembly where the boys’ were being praised for their sixth win this season. The girls’ had had eight wins this season so where was their praise? Oh yeah, nowhere. She rolled her eyes, a ‘for fucks sake’ leaving her lips as a few heads turned to look at her, one of those in fact being the very captain of her hatred. He met her eyes and she just rolled hers, making sure to emphasise how sick of his shit she was. As soon as the assembly finished, she was grabbing her bag and stomping her way out but not before her last name could be shouted. “What?” turning on her heels, she snapped at the smirking boy making his way towards her. “You seemed a bit pissed in there…” his smirk seemed to almost grow as she sighed, rolling her eyes again. “You know what, Calum? I am pissed” she hissed as everyone began to part ways from the hall. “Why do you get all this fucking recognition when we’ve had more wins than you!” “I heard about your eight wins” he stated matter-of-factly. “Shame no-one really gives a fuck about them” Anger boiled through her body and the words vomited out of her mouth. “It only proves our team plays better than yours” “What!” Calum’s laugh echoed around the now empty courtyard. “Are you fucking high or something? What are you smoking, cos’ I’d sure love some!” “Fuck off, you know we could kick your ass” Her smirk was laced with venom. “Prove it. Wednesday after school, be there” Calum’s face was smirking once again and she knew her expression matched his. “Fine. Going to be a pleasure to take you down” she pulled her lips into a sickly smile before marching away from him and making her way to practice. Watching her walk away, Calum ran his hands back through his hair. What the fuck had he just done? He knew the girls team were stronger with the amount of practice they put it, almost double his team. But to Calum’s disadvantage, he had the biggest fucking crush on her. He watched her when they were ‘taking breaks’ at practice, her hair blowing back in the breeze and her goddamn legs looking so good. He knew her skills and how talented she was with the football and he couldn’t help but envy it. So when he finally got the chance to rally his team, he couldn’t laugh along with them as he told them they were versing the girls. Wednesday came around and the word of the game had gotten around school, meaning the crowd for the match was larger than usual. She’d received a text from an unknown number earlier that day telling her to come to the boys’ changing room when she was ready and she did just that, the stench of sweat and general boy hitting her like a brick wall. Sitting on the bench in front of her was Calum, his head down facing his phone until one of his team mates nudged him. He looked up, that signature smirk gracing his lips. “You better of dragged me here for a good reason” she stood with her hand on her hip. “Just to wish you the best of luck and not to cry too much when we beat you” he laughed, the whole team joining in with him. “You know what Calum, I hope you choke” she was beginning to snap, his stupid traits beginning to piss her off. “You’ll be the one choking tonight…on my dick” a laugh echoed around the room again and she bit her lip as her reply came to her brain straight away. “Sorry, my mum told me not to put small things in my mouth” she smirked as Calum’s face dropped and an ‘ooooooh’ bounced off the four walls. “Fuck you” Calum hissed, his face screwing up. “Trust me, you won’t” she raised an eyebrow before marching her way out, her head in the air. The match began and all was going well for the girls. They had hold over the ball most of the time, the boys rarely getting in a touch. It was when she had the ball and was heading to the goal that she felt a hand slap against her bum. Turning around, she watched as Calum ran off with the ball and a devilish glint in his eye. What the fuck was he playing at and why wasn’t the referee fucking picking up on it? Groaning, she chased after the ball and took her anger out by tackling him, his body falling over hers and onto the ground. “What the fuck are you doing?” he hissed, getting to his feet. “Could ask you the same question” she hissed in reply, running after the ball. During the second half, her anger levels were at their highest as Calum’s antics continued. Throughout the match, he’d continued to feel her ass and even tackled her so she fell on top of him. It was playing dirty and if he could do it, why couldn’t she? Running beside him as he had the ball, she found her chance. “Did you know you look really fucking hot playing football?” she played her pretty girl act easily. “It turns me on sooooo much” Calum’s head turned momentarily to look at her. “Stop it” “You’d just look so good on top of me, you know?” she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. “Sweat rolling down my naked body as moans leave my lips, just your touch sending me into nirvana. And maybe, just maybe, you’d get me on my knees like you fantasise every night” Calum lost it, tripping over the ball as she took her chance to regain it for her team. She’d tapped into his weakness and driven him insane. “Shame that won’t happen” she muttered as she dribbled the ball past him and up to her goal, scoring just as the final whistle blew. 3-2 to the girls. The boys’, except Calum, were all in disbelief. They honestly thought they had it in their hands and couldn’t understand Calum’s fall. Or why he was holding his shirt so tightly to his crotch. Rolling his eyes, he left the room and waited outside the girls. She was always the last to leave, he knew it. So after he’d counted ten players that had left, he made his way in there. She was there, of course, in just her sports bra and shorts. Her hair was tied up on her head and a sheen of sweat covered her back. “What was that outside?” he demanded, still using his shirt to cover his crotch. “Winning” she spoke without turning around, placing her top into her bag. “What? Don’t like being beat by a girl?” “It’s not about that” he shook his head. “I’m talking about how you so evilly got under my skin on that field!” “What, Calum, do you not like getting a taste of your own medicine?” She’d stepped closer to him, their bodies inches apart. “Not when it leaves me with a fucking raging boner and you’re stood in front of me dressed like that!” he hissed. “What do you want me to do about it?” she simply stated, a glint in her eye. Before Calum could regret it, he grabbed her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. At first, her lips didn’t move against his until his tongue traced her bottom lip and her mouth parted, her hands travelling up to tangle in his sweaty hair. He moved so her body was pressed against the cool wall of the changing room, his hands moving from her face down to her hips. He moved his lips from hers then and began to kiss down her jaw and neck, finding her sweet spot and beginning to suck on the skin there. Moans left her mouth, bouncing off the walls. She was driving him completely insane as her hands left his hair, coming down to his chest as they began to scrape red lines into his skin. As soon as a purple mark was formed, he continued kissing down her body until he reached the waistband of her shorts. Looking up, she gave a nod as he pulled the thin material down her legs along with her knickers.  She groaned as the cool air hit her heat and as Calum’s single finger ran along her slit. “Who did this to you, baby?” he asked her, tracing gentle circles on her clit. “You” she mumbled, her hips beginning to buck already. Maybe she hadn’t been lying to him on the pitch earlier. He really had turned her on with his hair stuck to his forehead and each slap of her ass. “Good, I was hoping you’d say that” he smirked, looking up at her from his position on the floor before licking a line up her heat. Her hands shot straight to his hair, knotting it between her fingers. Her body was writhing above Calum and he loved every minute of it. Holding her hips against the wall with one hand, he attached his mouth to her bundle of nerves and pushed two fingers inside of her. His name was leaving her mouth as strangled breaths as he glanced up at her, her eyes clenched shut. “I-I’m so close” she stuttered and Calum took that as his cue to remove his mouth and fingers from her. “What the fuck?!” she groaned as Calum smirked up at her. “What are you playing at?” “Beg for it” he leant back on his hands, watching her chest heave. “Calum…” she warned, meeting his eyes. “What?” “Fuckme” she rushed under her breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that?” he cupped his hand behind his ear as she rolled her eyes. “Calum Hood, please will you fuck me?” she gritted her teeth. “Much better” he grinned, standing up from the floor and pulling down his shorts and boxers. His length sprang free as he gripped her hips and pulled her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Moving his hips back, he thrust into her with one easy movement; his head buried in her shoulder. “Fuck” he groaned into her shoulder as her warm breath skimmed his neck. Moving back and forth, he took his pent up anger out on her. Her hands were gripping his biceps, her nails leaving red crescent moon shaped marks in his skin. She was in complete bliss, moans and whimpers leaving her mouth involuntarily. Each noise fuelled Calum to go on, his hands squeezing her ass as he loved the sound that arose from her throat. He fucking loved it. His hand travelled from her bum to her clit, his thumb just brushing it and her back arching. Adding more pressure, he began to feel her walls tighten around him and without any warning, her orgasm crashed down.  Her head buried in his shoulder, biting and sucking on the skin as she groaned his name repetitively. Calum continued his movements until he reached his high, pulling out of her and spilling onto her stomach.   Both of them stood there, their faces buried in one another’s sweaty skin as they came down. She clung to Calum still, his thumb rubbing circles into the small of her back as her breathing began to return back to normal. “I’m sorry for playing dirty” she whispered into his skin. “Don’t be” he raised his head. “This wouldn’t of happened if not” She moved her hand to his face, cupping his cheek as she placed a kiss against his lips. “But I think we could both do with a shower now” 

Moments. It was their thing, something he’d say to her, to remember every moment that meant something to her so at the end, she’d have little memories to think of and smile that beautiful smile he loved so much. Sunlight gazed in making every single dust particle sparkle as if a fairy had lightened the room. Light formed lines across blind-shaped lines across Luke’s face and bare chest as he slept soundly in the now-lit room. She was watching him, admiring every breath he took. She wasn’t over his beauty. She would never be over his beauty. Every blink of his eyelashes made her fall in love with him all over again, even though she knew it was an unlikely case for her to fall out of love with the boy who had stolen her heart. It was moments like this she cherished in her heart; saving in the back of her head for days when her heart ached for him. Rolling over in his sleep, his lips parted as he now faced her knelt figure beside the bedframe. Deep down she wished his eyes would open, just so she could catch a glimpse of the blue that sent a warmth radiating throughout her body and reminded her of home. The necklace hung from around his neck too, a reminder of being young and in love. Luke had her ring and she had his. “A piece of you will always be with me now” he’d joked as she fastened the chain around his neck. Maybe running off at a tender age and marrying was a crazy idea, but it was a crazy idea she’d never regret. She still stood by him when it came to him being a best man. Who’d of thought it, Michael Clifford getting married? He’d spent what seemed like hours in front of the mirror this morning making sure every single piece of stubble was shaved off and not a single hair was out of place. His speech was memorised word for word. Heck, even she remembered it he’d repeated it that much! She’d sat by him at the night-do, her smile almost beaming as she remembered every moment he brought up. Afterwards, he’d slumped home and dug through every box in the house to find the cream leather photo album. Luke ran his fingers across her loopy handwriting, tracing it ever so gently with the tip of his finger as if he was scared he would smudge it after all these years. The first page he opened was the selfies they’d taken themselves. That day he’d loved her hair more than any other time, the way the braids wrapped around her head and how soft, curled strands fell around her face. When she’d walked down the aisle alone with just a few of both their friends around, Luke swore he’d never been as in love with her. A teardrop hit the book, snapping him from his mind and back into reality. Without a doubt, that was Luke’s favourite moment. Ashton’s kids ran around the living room, chasing one another with their toys. They both had the curly hair Ashton had once had and his hazel eyes that you got lost in. Luke was sat on the floor, his long legs surrounded with small Lego bricks as they ran in circles around him. She still was present here, remembering the day Ashton’s daughter had been brought home and how Luke had held her like she was the most precious thing he had ever seen. “Uncle Luke” she asked him, sitting on his knee. “Where’s your wife?” “She’s right here…” he’d mumbled, pausing as he used the hand that wasn’t holding him on his lap to pull the necklace out from under his top. She took the ring between her fingers, fascination dancing in her young eyes as she looked at the diamond. “Is she pretty?” he toyed with one of her curls as she slid the ring onto one of her still tiny fingers. Luke looked down and let out a small laugh before meeting her eye. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on” he ran his thumb down her soft cheek as she still played with his necklace. “Can I see her, Uncle Luke? I want to see how pretty she is!” She bounced up and down on his knee until Luke had brought his phone out, scrolling to the very top and finding his favourite photo of her. It was the day they’d gone out walking. She was walking through a field and the sun was setting behind her and she’d closed her eyes, her hair blowing in the breeze. Luke was infatuated, hence why he’d taken this photo and why it was his favourite to show of her. Ashton’s little girl had rested her head on his shoulder as he’d shown her numerous photos, her thumb between her lips as she began to drift away. “She’s pretty, Uncle Luke. More pretty than you ever described” He’d picked her up then, turning to see her brother asleep curled up on the settee before placing her on the opposite end. She blinked a few times as Luke placed a blanket over the both of them before sitting on the floor facing her. “What you should do is, pay attention to little moments in your life. Even if you don’t think they mean anything, they will in the long run and when you’re older, you’ll remember so much more! It’ll be like you’re superhuman!” The little girl let out a laugh, reaching for Luke’s hand with her small, stubby one. Luke’s heart melted as she sat up to place a kiss against his cheek before crawling back under the blanket and drifting into her dreams. Old age was now upon Luke. Michael and Ashton’s families were now starting families and she’d watched Luke begin to be introduced to them before being taking into a care home, his health deteriorating. She’d watched as his golden blonde hair had faded to grey and painfully sat by as he decided to get rid of the quiff. His gangly legs she’d always joked about had finally given up on him and she stood by as he was pushed into the graveyard by one of the carers. The grave he stopped in front of had a grey headstone, the engraved letters reading ‘Calum Thomas Hood’.  His carer took his silence as a sign he wanted to be left along and she did just that, wandering back to the car and telling Luke to shout her when he was finished. “Hey mate” Luke spoke. “No time long see.” He’d laughed at his dash of humour before realising his surroundings. “I know you probably can’t see me, or even hear me, but I just wanted to see you one more time. We had the best times us lot. You know, me, you, Michael and Ashton? You guys were the best friends I could have asked for and were more like brothers to me.  I miss you, y’know? I wish you were here with me now, calling me stupid and soppy for talking to a headstone of someone who once was” Luke paused, swallowing the lump that was building in his throat. “Everyone’s doing ok really, families expanding. I’m next, Cal. I know it’s going to happen and I have no clue whether I’ll see you up there or not but it’s been a good ride, and I just wish I had the chance to do it all over again. I’ll see you one day, buddy.” Luke wiped the tears from his eyes before turning in his chair to look at the car he’d arrived in, the carer on her phone probably playing a game. There was one more place he wanted to go. Pushing himself out of the god-forbidden chair, he took a few shaky steps towards the next grave he needed to go to where was still a red rose alive on it, reassuring Luke that someone out there was still taking care of her. He sat on the grassy ground, resting his head again the tombstone and reaching his hand around to dance across the engravings. He knew her name off by heart; he knew the young age she’d been taken from him more than anything. “Beloved daughter, sister and wife” it read below her name, making Luke’s heart ache. “Hey you” he whispered gently, gripping the ring on the necklace in the palm of his hand. “You probably heard me talking to Calum didn’t you? Making a complete tit of myself” he wiped the tears from his cheeks. “God, how can it be over fifty years since that day you were ripped from me? It doesn’t seem like two minutes. I haven’t loved anybody since then. I didn’t want to. No-one could ever replace you or the love I felt for you so I never even tried to find someone else. You were my world. My complete and utter world” he hiccupped as the tears fell, drawing the carers attention to him slumped on the floor. “I wish you were here now, reassuring me everything’s going to be ok and holding my hand. All I want is to just hold you to me and prove how much I still love you. Because I do, I still love you more than anything. Soon, we’ll be together again, I promise you that.” Luke was taken back to the home after that and to his room, being asked if he wanted anything and if he was in any pain, to which he shook his head to both. The door closed and she decided to move from her place in the corner of the room to sit on the bed beside Luke. He watched out the window and she watched every blink and breath he took, intoxicating herself with them. Reaching her hand out, she reached for his hand and gripped it beneath the duvet. “You never aged, did you?” Luke turned to ask her, his home filled eyes gazing into hers. She shook her head as the tears began to fall from her eyes and Luke gripped her hand tighter, taking in every feature he knew too well of her still 24 year-old body. “How long have you known I was here?” her breath catching in her throat as she asked him. “Since the day you were taken” he smiled gently as she sniffled, shuffling down in the bed so her body was encased in Luke’s arms. “Why didn’t you say, Luke?” Her voice was merely a whisper as he wrapped her hair around his fingers. “I thought I was going crazy. You were gone yet I could see you. And hear you. And smell you, goddammit!” a teardrop fell on her head as they clung to one another. “D-did you see Calum?” She shook her head into his chest. “Calum just…went. I was stuck here, in the middle of life and death. I was waiting for you, Luke.” A sobbed racked through Luke’s chest, causing her to cling onto him tighter than she could ever have imagined. “I’m here now” he whispered, tears dripping down both of their cheeks. “You’ve done your waiting and I’ve done mine. We’ll be together, I promise. I’ll get you away from this middle; I’ll do whatever it takes. Even if I have to fight a demon or a god, I won’t leave you and I won’t let you be ripped away from me again.” Reaching up, she placed a hand on his wet cheek and brushed her lips against his. Their foreheads rested against one another, tears cascading down both of their cheeks. “I love you. I love you so much” she mumbled against his lips through her tears before sinking down the bed, wrapping her arms around Luke and falling into her oblivion with him. Luke’s mind was flashing with moments. Every single one he’d told himself to remember, from the first date they ever had to the way she looked wrapped up in his arms. They played in his brain like an old home movie and Luke knew he was smiling throughout it. It was his life made up of hundreds of moments. And that night, the waiting they had both suffered finally came to an end.