#drunksos

Clearing out my camera roll 8645/?

Ashton looking at my tattoo that he wrote for me it says “take the high with the low...”

Squishy boi

Y/N had texted me to come to the club where she was partying with her friends. So, since I was up for a party and so was Ash, we decided on going after work. Once wrapped up and ready, we take an Uber to the club she had texted me to go to. After this terrible and busy week I had, I really did feel up for a party. I needed that party.  Ash and I enter the club, it’s a little foggy inside possibly from sweat and the smoke machine. The music is blaring, almost deafening. The bass makes my entire body shake, hitting me right in the heart like a bass should. My eyes scan the room to find the girl I fell in love with a couple weeks ago. Only she doesn’t know it yet. Y/N met each other at a party a little over a month ago and have been great friends since. I want to ask her little Mexican ass on a date soon, I’m just very unsure if she feels the same way about me.  “¿Qué pedo? (What’s up?)” I suddenly hear before a pair of arms is thrown around me, and then thrown around Ashton too. Her tan skin glistens with sweat, her pupils dilated and Y/E/C eyes sparkling. An incredible stench of alcohol and smokes hangs around her, and it’s the first time she doesn’t seem that attractive to me.  “You reek of alcohol, Y/N,” I tell her, laughing a little so she knows I’m half-joking. She shrugs whilst sipping from the straw in her brightly colored cocktail.  "¡Me vale madres! (I don’t give a fuck)" she screams out loud before turning to get back to the dancefloor. Ash and I give each other a glance, both thinking the exact same thing: she’s piss-drunk. The both of us make our way down to the bar, grabbing a beer each and join Y/N on the dancefloor right after. Y/N smiles up at me and leans in, standing on her tiptoes to reach my ear.  “Ando bien peda, (I am very drunk)” she tells me, “Deberías emborracharte también (You should get drunk too),” being so incredibly in love with this girl has given me the opportunity to learn some Spanish too. I understand it, I just can’t say anything back.  “No, I don’t think so, babes,” I tell her, laughing a bit, “Someone should be sober enough to make sure you get home safely,” she looks at me, and at first, I think she’s endeared by what I just told her. But then her expression changes to what I call the toddler-angry-drunk. AKA six drink Y/N/ “¡Dale cabron! (Come on, you bastard!” I roll my eyes, an amused smirk on my face. Y/N then proceeds to turn around to continue dancing as if nothing even happened. I keep an eye out for her while she dances. I watch her get another drink. Her seventh drink. Now comes weird-giggly Y/N.  “¡No manches! (Unbelievable!)” she gasps when she sees me and lifts her free hand up to touch my face. “Tu eres Calum Hood de 5 Seconds of Summer! (You are Calum Hood from 5SOS)” she shouts with wide eyes, still touching my face. A wide smile appears on her face as she starts giggling. “Tu ere Calum Hood (You are Calum Hood),” she says. I glance at Ashton, who’s practically dying from laughter next to me. “Eres tu mi novio? (Are you my boyfriend?)” I laugh a little, but shake my head. A pout forms on her face. “Esas son mamadas. (That’s crazy)” For a second, I’m thinking mamadas actually means blowjobs, but judging from her face, I don’t think that’s what she’s saying at all.  Eight drink Y/N spills the truth about everything. She always does. And even though tonight is a night when her Mexican self surfaces, she still manages to say whatever’s on her mind, without a filter.  “Ando bien pedo, pero eres muy guapo. Si... ¿Por qué no eres mi novio? (I’m very drunk, but you are very handsome. Yes... Why are you not my boyfriend?)” My eyes widen. Eight drink Y/N would normally just gossip about her girlfriends or anyone she sees at the club. But right now, I’m pretty sure she just asked me why I’m not her boyfriend. Why am I not her boyfriend?  “Alright, we’re heading home,” I tell her and grab her hand. Ashton follows me without question, helps me with Y/N to keep her up her feet. She mumbles things in Spanish about how I’m not her boyfriend and how crazy that is. Either that or something about blowjobs, I’m still not sure.  I walk into her flat with her and Ashton, while he stays in the living room, I go to tuck her into bed. She’s still going off in Spanish, but I’ve zoned out by now. I’m not even listening to what she’s saying, because she’s going to get inside my head and make me think she’s in love with me too.  “Esta cañón, (It’s rough)” she then sighs, her eyes already closed.   “I know, Princessa, I know,” I tell her, stroking her cheek. When I’m pretty certain she’s dozed off, I get up and make my way out the bedroom. A second before I shut the door, I hear her mumble something.  “Buenas noches, cariño,” I smile a little.  “Buenas noches y sueños dulces, querida,” I say back in the best Spanish I can muster before shutting the door completely to let her sleep off her hangover. I wonder what that would be in Spanish...

cal text au drunksos inspired me to make these again oops you also like him but he’s in denial about friendzoning you or not

Happy 5SOS Day everyone!!! Since tonight is our concert, we thought it would be a nice present for y’all! 

if this isn’t how you sing to every song in the album then you’re lying