#cashton oneshot

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Cashton + Muke Masterlist

Boys Only Want Love If It’s Torture (ao3) - aalexandravictoriaa M, 57k 

Summary: Luke and Michael meet at college and getting to know Michael is the best and worst thing Luke has ever done

Ease (ao3) - Grace_Williams G, 138k

Summary: In a world where everyone was a dominant or a submissive and everyone had an assigned soulmate, Ashton was remarkably unsure of himself. Nothing is going as he planned and his soulmate, Calum, is, to put it simply, not who he expected.

Michael is Calum's best friend and an all round terrible example when it comes to navigating relationships.

Calum's assistant Maggie, along with her soulmate Carla, seem to be the only ones who do understand how a relationship is supposed to work.

Are they the only people can put those around them at ease?

Endlessly (ao3) - thesoulsailor E, 27k

Summary: “I know who he is.” The boy, Ashton, commented, closing his book. Not sparing Calum a single look, he hopped off his chair and started walking towards the back door of the room. His movements were rigid, tense as if Calum had offended him personally by just his presence. Which confused Calum more than it should’ve if he was being honest. Normally people were easy for Calum. He got along with almost everyone he met from the go. Not so Ashton. Ashton seemed to detest him and Calum had no idea why.

or Calum is the undisputed king of his high school, Ashton speaks through colours, Luke doesn’t let anybody touch him and Michael is so getting killed by for hiding that snake in their teacher’s drawer.

Feels like Coming Home (ao3) - ismaki T, 56k

Summary: All Calum wants is to finish school and get away from his small town. He works hard to seem happy, to be respected and popular at school, to be diffrent, something more. To be someone. All Ashton wants is to get noticed by the boy with the easy smile but guarded eyes. All Michael wants is to escape, to take another hit, another drink, use another body. To feel something. And Luke? Luke just wants everyone to be happy.

How He Moves (ao3) - thesoulsailor E, 30k

Summary: Luke lives for the ballet, Michael lives for the moment, Ashton is a dance prodigy and Calum will do pretty much anything to win his boyfriend back.

I’m not sick | Muke oneshot (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 4k

Summary: 5SOS have worldwide tour. One day Luke got sick and doesn’t wanna admit it. And Michael is the one who have to deal with Luke.

I'm the Ideal, just a little out of it. (ao3) - outlawofideal M, 10k

Summary: Or the one Luke moved to L.A to make it big in music and his way crosses with the famous hard rock-punk band Outlaw of Ideal's guitarist Michael Clifford. The man he adored ever since.

i want you (bless my soul) (ao3) - jbhmalum E, 21k

Summary: Thankfully the elevator comes to a stop before Ashton can combust from the blood flowing through his body or say something else awfully embarrassing like “hi, I’m Ashton and I like tall attractive men and it’s hard finding them when you’re already a giant but you’re actually tall and I can’t stop looking at you and you just winked at me and hi, would you marry me and pin me against the wall?”.

- In which Ashton moves in with a guy named Michael, Michael is in love with Luke and annoyed at Calum, and the guy with shaved blue hair from the elevator is too hot for Ashton to know what to do about it.

Long Time, No See (ao3) - ConfusedPython T, 23k

Summary: Michael hears a song on the radio, catches a radio interview where 5 Seconds of Summer talks about their new single (Beside You). And the names and voices are familiar. Then someone knocks at the door and maybe Michael’s luck isn’t so bad after all.

Luke Hugged Him Back Just As Tightly And Heard Michael Whisper ‘Friends’. (ao3) - destiel_lemmings E, 28k

Summary: Luke knew that this was going to be weird. He new roommate/ex-kitten were now even more indulged in Luke’s mind. The only problem was that his roommate was not only attractive but he knew Luke like the back of his hand, and Luke had just met the boy.

Or this is a continuation of 'With A Meow And A Belly Rub Luke Knew He Was In Love With The Ball Of Fur.’ And Michael knows all of Luke’s quirks but Luke is just getting to know the cute boy that was once his kitten. This is the journey through their friendship and maybe even relationship?

Magnet Souls (ao3) - jbhmalum E, 42k

Summary: Ashton loves sex a whole lot, Calum hates the thought of it. They’re soulmates. Alternatively, a story about self-respect and compromise in the name of love.

never know what you’ve got until it’s gone - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) G, 10k

Summary: Ashton’s had the biggest crush on Calum Hood since forever. Luke knew this. He only had the best of intentions when he brought up Ashton’s crush to Calum. He never thought about Ashton potentially finding out.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

space may be the final frontier but it's made in a hollywood basement (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember T, 6k

Summary: Of course they agreed to do it. When they’d been asked, they’d already signed several NDAs, so it wasn’t as though they could just pretend the whole interaction never happened. Plus, how badass would it be to fool the entire world into thinking people had landed on the moon?

or, 5 times Calum saw Ashton while faking the moonlanding, plus 1 time they met up without a government conspiracy ;)

Stargazing (ao3) - Zoe13 NR, 11k

Summary: Michael likes to look at the night sky after shows from the rooftops of hotels, but he’s not just enjoying the view. Sometimes he thinks about what it would be like to fly through the air for just a moment, soar with the stars and spread his wings. Of course, he wouldn’t actually fly, but he doesn’t think he’d mind that either. Anything to stop this feeling.

superlatives (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) G, 2k

Summary: ’“We’re not even dating,” Calum says, exasperated, ignoring his friends as he raises his head once more and throws his hands in the air. “Shouldn’t the Best Couple actually be a couple?”’

Or, Calum and Ashton win the award for Best Couple in their school yearbook even though they are not, in fact, a couple.

through the mirror (ao3) - yourinternetkid N/R, 12k

Summary: In which Ashton is a normal guy with a cursed mirror and Calum just wants to hold his hand.

under the mistletoe - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke, calum/ashton, sierra/crystal T, 4k

Summary: Michael needs a date to his work’s Christmas party. Luke offers to be his fake date. Michael should be thrilled about this, but Michael’s had a crush on Luke ever since they met each other. Now he has to fake date Luke for a party when his feelings aren’t fake at all.

wanna share? - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 10k

Summary: Ashton supposes this is what he gets, though, for allowing the school to drop a random roommate in with him but he still expected to see the guy at least a little during the day

or, the one where Calum and Ashton are college roommates who only see each other at night.

You Are The Moon That Breaks The Night (ao3) - thesoulsailor E, 120k

Summary: or a drunk walk home is destined to change Ashton's life forever.

[mashtonasfuck]

Eyes Open

based on this anon message.

calum hood x reader (x ashton irwin)

warnings: smut, masturbation

word count: 1.2k

okay, so apparently I have no self-resolve at all, and what was supposed to be a 600 word blurb is now a 1.2k oneshot. I tried really hard to keep this gender neutral and it’s my first time writing anything reader insert. I hope you like it anon - this was so much fun! As there always seems to be when I write cashton, this contains smut! (Also, there may be a part 2 on the horizon)

You can find my masterlist here

This work must not be reposted anywhere - I do not give my permission for it to appear anywhere other than on my blog, or on my ao3 page.

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“Baby, Ash is about to call.”

Calum’s words were muffled against your neck as you rode his thigh, knot building in the pit of your stomach. 

You whimpered as he pulled away from marking you up and moved his hands down to your hips to still your movement, wrecking your orgasm. You whined as he went to push you away, clinging onto him as his computer received the call from Ashton. Calum sighed before wrapping an arm around your waist and reaching across his desk to tap the answer button. Ashton’s face filled the screen, the drummer groaning as he saw you perched on Calum’s lap.

“I swear to god, you two better not be fucking right now.”

Calum laughed at Ashton’s before replying -  

“Nah, that was earlier mate - were you looking for a show?”

Ashton huffed at Calum’s words, a light flush covering his complexion. Calum raised an eyebrow at the older man on the screen as he shifted in his seat. Your boyfriend smirked, tapping on your leg and gesturing to Ashton keeping his voice low.

“You wanna give Ashton a show, baby? Wanna show him how pretty you look when you cum?”

You glanced at the computer screen before nodding at Calum and he grinned, turning you around to face Ashton. The drummer threw you a confused look and you smiled shyly at him.

“Ashton,” your boyfriend’s voice was firm as he called for the other man’s attention, “I wanna show you how pretty my baby is when they cum.”

You whimpered as Calum slipped a hand under your shirt and tugged at one of your nipples, using his other hand to pull himself free from his shorts. You glanced at the computer screen to see that Ashton had pushed himself away from his desk and had a hand down his trousers. You clenched your thighs together as arousal pooled in your abdomen, Calum huffing before using his legs to spread you open. Ashton groaned at your lack of underwear and lifted his hips to push his jeans down his legs, toying with the edge of his shirt before pulling it over his head. Calum smirked at the older man’s reaction before lining himself up and pushing into you. You moaned as he stretched you open, reaching a hand down to touch yourself. Calum growled as he noticed your movement, gripping your wrist and moving you both forwards to place your hand on the desk.

“Both hands on the desk, baby - wanna make you cum just by fucking you. Keep your eyes on Ash.” You nodded at your boyfriend’s words, locking eyes with the drummer on the screen.

“Tell me if those pretty eyes close, Ash - they know they don't get to cum if they don’t obey the rules.” The drummer smirked at you, spitting into his hand and wrapping his fingers around his dick.

You whined at the sight, clenching hard around Calum. Your boyfriend hissed at the feeling before lifting you off him slightly and slamming into you. You moaned loudly as Calum thrust into you at a fast pace, trying to keep your eyes on the drummer through the screen. Ashton was clearly trying to keep pace with Calum’s thrusts into you, the man’s breathing heavy as he fucked into his fist. Calum snaked a hand up to your nipples, flicking at the bud before tugging on it harshly. You whimpered at the pain, feeling Calum smirk into your neck as he gently bit down on your skin. You whined as he ran his tongue over the spot, moving your hips in time with his thrusts. Calum growled, bunching your shirt up and pushing it over your head and down your arms, exposing your body to Ashton. The drummer moaned as he took in the sight of your torso and the marks that littered your body from the night before. Your boyfriend pushed your back down as he slid the chair backwards, stretching your body out as you kept your hands flush on the desk. The new angle made it feel like Calum was splitting you open on his cock and you arched your back as he hit the sensitive spot inside you. He wrapped a hand round the back of your neck, pushing you back down so your eyes were level with the computer screen.

Your moans grew louder as your orgasm rushed towards you, Ashton watching you intently as he got himself off.

“Cal. Please. Need to - Can I?” You babbled at your boyfriend, and he grunted, gripping your hip tightly before pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you.

“Cum for us, baby. Show Ash how good you are.”

Your moans grew louder as Calum continued to fuck into you, fighting to keep your eyes on the drummer as he brought himself nearer to the edge. Your orgasm barrelled into you, body spasming as Calum fucked you through it, sweat dripping from his body as he approached his own climax. Your vision was blurry as you kept your eyes trained on the computer screen, Ashton swearing before he came all over his chest. You whimpered as Calum continued to fuck into you, bringing you to the edge a second time before he released his load into you. Your boyfriend collapsed on top of you, chest heaving as he tried to bring his breathing back down to normal. You squirmed underneath him, cum leaking out as he softened inside you. Through the computer, you could hear that Ashton was breathing heavily as he came down from his high, the drummer slowly wheeling himself back towards his computer and grabbing some tissues off his desk to clean himself up. Calum snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you with him as he sat up. You whimpered at the feeling of him still inside you, shifting slightly in his lap as he rested his head on your shoulder to look at Ashton. The drummer was watching you both with a soft smile on his face - one that Calum returned before pressing a kiss to your neck as you slotted your fingers with his.

“Maybe next time we can do this in person?” Ashton’s voice was hesitant as he spoke, the older man clearly not wanting to overstep. Calum smiled against your skin before looking at Ashton.

“Think that sounds like a great idea, don’t you baby?” He squeezed your body gently as he spoke, knowing that you’d thought about asking Ashton to join you in the bedroom. You groaned as you felt Calum’s dick stir inside you as he thought about sharing you with his best friend.

“I’d like that a lot, Ash.” You admitted quietly, Calum smirking at the drummer over your shoulder. Ashton flashed his bandmate a grin as he pulled his diary towards him and flipped it open.

“What are you guys doing tomorrow?”

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[rosecolouredash]

Duality ; Rival Hockey!Cashton

Pairing: Captain!Ashton x fem!OC x Captain!Calum

Summary: A tale of two captains and their childhood love.

Warnings: Ash being a grade A jerk™️ like serious big cocky flirt energy, Calum being a soft smoosh, me being an indecisive bitch.

Notes: When new tattoos fuel your creativity, you have to take advantage of it — which I did. Thanks to everyone who continuously loves on my lil hockey!au. I love YOU.

For as long as Liza Morales has known them, there was constant conflict between the two hockey captains — a war of emotions that diverged off of the ice they competed on. It was something deeper than the cheap shots to the boards and the harsh chirps they exchanged when meeting one another at the face-off circle. After all, their fight over athletic awards and hockey championship titles meant nothing compared to their fight over a childhood love.

Ashton Irwin, the captain of the Vipers, was alluring and cunning like the creature that represented his team. Whether it was during practice or an official game, he was always out for blood — a true believer in “no pain, no gain.” If he made an absurd play on the ice, as long as it benefited his team, he’d do it.

His school still fawned over him for it.

Calum Hood, on the other hand, was all dark stares and pouty lips as the leader of the neighbouring university hockey team — the Knights. He was naturally fair and encouraging on the ice but his brooding attitude deemed him as unapproachable and standoffish by most of the student body.

The former could flirt with an unsuspecting spectator at one of his games even after just coming out of a scuffle with a rival player — his knuckles bloodied and not a single hair out of place while the latter could strike complete and utter fear, without meaning to, in a teammate with a single narrowed glance.

They were two sides of the same coin.

Charming smiles and profound scowls.

Conspicuous behaviours and deep insecurity.

Bright eyes and dark curls and somehow, Liza found them vying for her love.

—

The three childhood friends lived next door to each other in the same cul-de-sac. Liza was closer in age to Calum so they shared many of the same classes growing up. Ashton, who was a couple of years older, took the advanced classes at their local school.

Even as children, the two boys bickered often.

Ashton reveled in antagonizing Calum, especially when it came to hockey. Ashton was a known prodigy at the sport and he was sure to remind Calum of that every chance that he could. The juvenile banter fueled the younger boy’s want to excel and surpass his friend and rival with pure finesse and raw skill in the rink.

There were days when, as the three would hang out together, that Ashton would feel particularly petty. He’d slink his arm around the black-haired beauty, drawing her body against his. He’d tut his tongue at Calum, complaining that he never got to hang out with Liza alone — that Calum took up too much of her precious time.

“You see each other in class all day but what about me?” Ashton would ask with a small pout, his tone at the borderline of joking and being dead serious.

As the coiffed brunet pulled her from the Hood’s front porch to his own, Liza missed the burning glare directed at the older boy and the wicked glint in Ashton’s eyes as he thanked Calum for his hospitality. At the time, the young teen still had the decency to stay tight-lipped; at the respect for his senior.

In the end, the dark-haired boy had the last laugh since Liza had decided to study medicine at Calum’s university rather than Ashton’s. What was worse, at least in the Viper captain’s eyes, was that she was also part of the enemy team — as the student physician — which meant she and Calum spent more time together, nowadays.

Sometimes, in intimate and close quarters.

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Liza wasn’t blind to their advances. How Ashton’s flirty smiles always softened whenever they were directed at her. Or how at games at his university, he’d use his sharp tongue, that usually quipped at Calum and the Knights she stood behind, to compliment her with devilishly sweet words.

Calum too, made his feelings obvious through gentle conversations shared in the halls of their university — in-between seminars — and the way he seemed to keep the girl tucked by his side, his hand pressed at the small of her back, during crowded victory parties.

Liza’s mind often wandered to her two captain friends. There was no point in denying her attraction to both. They had so much history.

Childhood sleepovers where she was the last to fall asleep; her mind racing about the future. Even at a tender young age, she knew what she wanted in life and Ashton and Calum would listen to her rambles with expressions of complete endearment.

Pinky promises were made during those nights; claiming that they’d be together forever.

If only she knew of the war that would wage between the two boys over her affection.

Liza was so certain about many aspects of her life and for the first time: she was indecisive.

She doubted that she could ever choose between Ashton and Calum and so, she focused on what she could control. Liza put all of her energy in her studies and on being the Knights hockey team’s glorified healer — much to both the boys’ dismay.

They too, tried to busy themselves on honing their own skills as athletes. Frustrations caused by the matter were taken out on each other when they met on the ice.

Until one day, it wasn’t enough.

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Liza received a text message from Calum, requesting her immediate presence at the university’s training rink. Fearing it was injury-related, she rushed over. Luckily, her classes were finished for the day.

She expected to find a crowd of rowdy Knights when in reality, Liza was only met by one — the captain and he was on the ice with the Snake King, himself.

Though they were older, they were still childish which was clear when Liza realized that the two boys thought that duking it out in a one-on-one hockey game could settle things.

If only wading through emotions was that simple.

They were clad in their respective uniforms — the letter “C” ever present on their chests.

Calum was calm; wrapped in black and silver. His every move was calculated.

From each glide of his skate to the flick of his wrist — hockey stick pointed at the Viper’s net. The dark-haired boy had the resolve but Ashton, clad in bright red, was simply the better athlete. The older captain was always two steps ahead and it made Calum furious.

It was easy to see that they wore their hearts on the sleeve of their hockey jerseys.

Liza watched, after making her way to the home team’s bench, as they etched into the ice. Their skates were heavy with every powerful stride they took on the frozen surface.

Since the rink was empty, safe for the three childhood friends, the boys’ conversation rang clear in Liza’s ears.

When he stole the puck, Ashton chirped, “you may as well give up now, Cal.”

As Calum skated after him, Ashton continued, “you’re a good player but that doesn’t mean you’d be a good boyfriend.”

Guiding his hockey stick, Calum tipped the puck out of Ashton’s possession. He sent the captain of the Vipers a mischievous grin as he pivoted away. “What do you know?”

They went back and forth for a while.

The frown on Liza’s face deepening with each quip they spat at each other. There was a time when she believed her boys could get along. She was sure they could be the best of friends — if only they tried.

The intensity of the match continued to grow as the boys physically crashed into one another. Liza was ready for one or the other to shatter on impact. It was one particular hit to the board — Calum to Ashton — that she was reminded how tough they could be. The older of the two kept his composure, even after being slammed hard. Without skipping a beat, Ashton continued to goad on the Knight who was beginning to lose his form on the ice.

It was with one final puck to Calum’s net that Ashton watched with a triumphant smirk as the captain of the Knights gripped at his hockey stick with such force that it snapped in half.

They had decided at the start: first to five would win their little match.

The score was 5-4, in favour of Ashton.

The Viper removed his helmet, his cocky demeanor now serious. “How many times will you have to lose to me, Calum?”

From where she stood at the bench, Liza could see the twitch of Calum’s upper lip — his expression darkening.

Calum fists were still clenched and his broken stick was long forgotten on the ice. He didn’t bother to reply and skated straight for the exit; never once sparing a glance towards Liza, as he passed the bench in shame.

Her heart broke to see Calum so dejected.

To Ashton’s surprise, Liza chased after the younger captain, almost slipping on the ice in doing so because of improper footwear.

She could hear Ashton’s desperate protests as they echoed from the rink but she didn’t stop.

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Liza was halfway down the hall that led to the locker rooms when she caught up to Calum. She looked to the side to find his helmet lying on the cement floor, its visor cracked; most likely from being thrown away in frustration.

“Cal?”

He turned to face her, his grimace prominent. If Liza hadn’t grown up with the boy, she would have flinched at his expression.

Calum was still in his skates so he was a couple of inches taller than usual. He looked down at his childhood love.

She couldn’t read him. “What is it?”

Words were never his strong suit, whether he had to communicate or receive them. Knowing this, Liza reached out to embrace him — the only form of comfort that she could really offer at the moment. Almost immediately, he latched onto her frame. His face buried into the crook of her neck.

“I’ll—” he began.

His breath ghosted her skin.

“I’ll be better,” he finished, voice filled with determination.

Liza pulled back slightly, “but Calum, you’re great as you are.”

She’s seen his growth as a demure defenseman into a confident captain.

“You’ve worked so hard and you continue to work so hard—for yourself, for the team. It’s what I love about you.”

Love. Was it contradictory to offer such affection when she harboured the same feelings for his rival?

At that comment, his expression became contemplative. Calum’s gaze was suddenly fixated on her and only her. Her warm eyes. Her round cheeks. Her thin lips.

“Calum?”

His gloved hands moved to cup her face.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology was the last thing spoken before he dipped his head and Calum’s lips met hers. Though the contact was rushed, the action itself was gentle. A gratifying sigh escaped the two.

Aside from kisses to the cheek and her forehead exchanged with both, this was Liza’s first real kiss. Not even Ashton had made the move. Though he was self-assured that he’d know when the time was right.

But now he was too late.

The Viper captain watched as they broke apart — eyes wide. His pompous facade shattered in an instant as he made his way down the hall towards the two.

Glaring vengefully at Calum, he hissed out while giving the younger boy a shove. “How dare you?”

Ashton with his composure lost was a true force to be reckoned with. She recognized his state immediately and so Liza placed herself in-between the two boys. “Ash, please.”

With pleading eyes, she continued, “that’s enough.”

“So you’re just going to let him kiss you?” Ashton questioned in heartache. “Are you choosing him?”

Calum instinctively moved to her side, ready to defend her, if necessary. Liza shook her head at the older boy, “I haven’t chosen anybody.”

She then let out an exasperated sigh, “and it’s unfair of you to expect me to choose between you two.”

The boys would never intentionally force her to pick. They had too much respect and adoration for Liza to do so but maybe they had not thought their plan through.

Now visibly frustrated, Liza positioned herself so that she could address both captains at the same time, “or allow a stupid little hockey game to decide for me.”

The boys were left speechless and too surprised to stop her from walking away.

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That was the first time they had directly confronted their odd circumstances of emotions. Liza had avoided the two boys since; even going as far as asking the head coach of the Knights if she could step down from her position as the team’s student physician for the time being. Coach Sveinson let her go, almost reluctantly but she reassured him that she just had some things to work through — he could only wish her the best.

It was sometime after that the three childhood friends would face their feelings, head on, once more.

Liza sat at the desk in her bedroom — notes and multi-coloured pens scattered across the wooden surface. She was home alone and deep into studying for exams when she noticed movement outside of her window. Curious, she looked through the glass to find Ashton and Calum having a conversation in front of her house.

When they reached the Morales’ front door, Ashton made the gesture to knock but Liza appeared at the entrance before he had the chance.

She let them in.

They stood in the foyer, in silence. Surprisingly, it was Calum who was the first to speak.

“We came to apologize,” he started, the sentiment written on his face. “What we did—it wasn’t fair to you and we’re sorry.”

Liza kept her stance with arms crossed. She didn’t know what to say so Ashton took the opportunity to continue.

“We really do love you, Liz—” her breath hitched at the pure honesty in Ashton’s voice. “—and love makes you do ridiculous things.”

She gave her boys a small smile. “I have to admit. What’s going on between us—it’s complicated, isn’t it?”

Even the two rival captains could agree on that.

“Yeah but, if it makes you want to avoid us than it’s not worth it.”

Calum let out a breath, “the boys miss you.”

Liza admitted she missed the Knights hockey team too.

“As do we.” Ashton gestured to himself and Calum. Her heart swelled at that since she most definitely missed her boys.

Liza Morales wasn’t sure what would happen now but it was a start and that’s all she really could hope for.

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BONUS: Her study notes were hard to recall at this point. Liza’s mind was in a blissful haze.

When they said they had a way of making it up to her she hadn’t expected this.

Ashton opened her bedroom window — the temperature in her room too high. When he looked back, he found Calum kneeling at the front of her bed — the tattoo of a dagger glaring back at him on his rival’s arm.

Ashton rejoined Liza on the mattress, placing himself behind her as she reached back to grip at his biceps. Her left hand caressed his snake tattoo.

“Hey Cal,” he started. Calum lifted his head from between her legs.

“First to get her to five, wins?”

Liza almost choked on air.

“You’re on.”

[cashton-network]

Can you give us a cashton blurb please ma'am 🥺🥺💖💖

Sometimes the studio felt like the only place they truly had to themselves anymore. They stayed late for no reason other than to be together. It was rare that they could be alone on the outside, even in their own homes, because someone was always watching. Someone was always dictating how they should act, how they should present themselves, who they should have on their arm at events. 

Calum was lucky for the most part. The image that had been created around him, single and ready to mingle, saved him from having to fake it till you make it. His bandmates; however, were not so lucky. It did not fly under the radar that his three white bandmates were given far more wholesome images than he was. But he tried really hard not to make waves. 

He sprawled out on the floor, a page of sheet music with more doodles than actual riffs on it covered his face. They had been in the studio for twelve hours before Luke and Michael finally left, saying they were going to grab a bite to eat then go home. Ashton had politely declined their invitation to come with so naturally Calum did as well.

Now it was just the two of them and a tendril of tension curled around his heart. 

Calum had gotten back from Australia the day before after having stayed longer than the rest of his band. He cited it was because he wanted to catch up with old friends, and that was partially true. The other reason was due to how much he didn’t want to bear witness to things currently out of his control. He and Ashton hadn’t really talked about it even though Ashton had crawled into his bed the night before and they had fucked twice. It was easier at times to just let the physical aspect of their relationship do the talking though he knew it was a bandaid he would have to rip off at some point.

“Cal.” Calum didn’t reply. “Come on. Why are you mad?” 

A sigh left him and he grabbed the sheet music paper off his face, crumpling it up. He was going to have to start over anyway. 

“I’m not mad. Just tired. Jetlag.” 

“Liar.”

Calum frowned. “Okay, so I am lying but it’s not that I’m mad at you. I just needed some time to regroup.”

“You know it doesn’t mean anything right?” Ashton’s voice was soft, unsure. He knew exactly what Calum was talking about. “It’s just pretense.” 

“I know that. Sometimes it’s just hard to witness even if I know it’s bullshit.”

Calum turned his head toward his boyfriend with a small frown. Ashton moved to lay next to him on the thin carpet, on his side and propped on his elbow. Ashton cradled his head in his palm and used his free hand to cup Calum’s cheek gently, his thumb moving over the curve of it. 

“It won’t always be this way,” he said. “I promise. I need you to hang on for just a little longer. Can you do that?” 

He’d been doing it this long. What was another year? Two years? A decade. In his heart of hearts, Calum knew that he’d wait his entire life for Ashton if that’s what it took.

“I can do that.” 

Ashton smiled gently and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his mouth. It said everything that he couldn’t say out loud. Calum knew Ashton loved him and that he loved Ashton. He knew Ashton didn’t choose this situation for himself or that he would ever willingly do so. Calum knew Ashton would never hurt him intentionally. 

Calum could wait just a little longer.

[calsval]

you know you’re whipped when cal just exists

[roselukes]

Burn, Crash - Ch 17 - a.i.

Previous Chapters

Summary: Is it love or self-protection? Ashton’s beginning to forget which.

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Note: I will only update if requested

Vivian had no idea how much time had passed since she was taken. She was starving, but she knew Nicolav would be back within the hour to give her the usual dose of water and string cheese and hotdogs that have been keeping her alive the past week and a half. She leaned back in her chair and looked around the room. “Hey, whoever’s there?! I need to use the bathroom again!” Vivian called out.

“You just went.” Viktor groaned, coming into the room.

“That was hours ago.” Vivian sighed and watched as Viktor untied her wrists, handcuffing them behind her back. He untied her feet and pulled her up. “Is my cheese stick and hotdog ready yet?” Vivian asked as Viktor led her to the bathroom.

“You’ll get them when you get them. You have 4 minutes.” Viktor said, shoving Vivian into the bathroom and closing the door. Vivian sighed and shimmied her scrubs down before sitting on the toilet. “2 minutes left.” Viktor warned.

“Okay, I get it. Let me pee.” Vivian sighed, pulling her scrubs up as best she could. “I’m done, can you get the wipes, please?” Viktor opened the door and walked in, grabbing a packet of wet wipes from the shelf. He took a couple out and placed them in Vivian’s hands. She wiped off her hands and dropped the wipes into the trash. “This isn’t fun, you know.” Vivian huffed, following Viktor back to the dark room.

“It’s not fun for me either. You’re rather obnoxious.” Viktor rolled his eyes, tying her up again.

“Then let me go. Nicolav doesn’t have to know.” Vivian looked at him. She screamed as Viktor’s palm connected with her cheek.

“You think I’m actually going to turn on him and let you leave?” Viktor laughed darkly. “You women are so fucking stupid.”

“I can’t give you anything you need.” Vivian said, tears filling her eyes. “I don’t know what you want.”

“Then, you’re going to die here.” Viktor said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

“Please, just tell me what you want!” Vivian cried, tugging at the ropes around her wrists. She knew she was making it worse by moving, but the pain in her fingertips was enough to drive her crazy. “Please, I can’t feel my fingers. I’m starving, I’m sleep deprived. I need to get out of here!”

“My God, shut the fuck up.” Nicolav groaned, walking into the room. “You stupid bitch.” He brought his palm down on her cheek. “Make another goddamn sound and I will rip your vocal cords out.”

“I’m sorry.” Vivian cried, her tears adding to the sting on her cheek. “Just tell me what you want.” She begged, her sobs wracking her body.

“I want you to tell me where Ashton is. I’ve been staking out his shop since we grabbed you, and no one has really been in or out. I even called the FBI and sold him out, and all we saw was Calum, Michael, and Luke. No Ashton.”

“I told you already, I don’t know where he is. I haven’t talked to him since the night I left.” Vivian sniffled. “I promise, I don’t know.”

“You’re the only one that knows. We can’t take his little friends, they’d be no help at all. Almost like you right now.” Nicolav pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. “I’m gonna ask you again, and I’m gonna need you to tell me. Where is Ashton?”

“I’ve been here! I don’t know where he is!” Vivian wanted to throw her hands up in exasperation, but the ropes around her wrists denied her that.

“Alright, shut up.” Nicolav groaned, slapping his hand over her mouth. “Since you can’t tell me where he is, tell me what you know about him and his gang.”

“I do not know anything. I only found out the night I left. We never talked about it.” Vivian said, trying to get him to listen.

“You have to know something. What does the FBI know?”

“I don’t know! I do not know! I’m telling you the truth. I know nothing about this. Nothing at all.” Vivian looked at him. “I swear to you, I’m useless to you.”

“You’re right, you are. That gives me means to kill you.” Nicolav smirked at her.

“No!” Vivian widened her eyes. “Please, you can’t kill me. I have so much to live for, I have patients that need me. Please, just let me leave here. I won’t tell anyone that you kidnapped me and continually hit me.”

“You have 12 hours. 12 hours to think long and hard about your relationship with Ashton Irwin. There has to be something you know that can help me bring him down. If you can’t think of anything in 12 hours, you’re dead.”

[tinyglitterrose]

Masterlist of tinyglitterrose

last updated: October 5th 2022

❤️ Hi! ❤️ I don't use this masterlist anymore cuz I made a new updated one, which you can find here:

my masterlist

Lashton

I'll let you have it (Bottom Ashton, SMUT)

Luke is horny on tour and Ashton offers to let him take it out on him.

Princess? (Bottom Ashton, SMUT, Sequel to the Cashton story 'Clean Up)

Luke catches Ashton masturbating and shows him that he's better than Ashton's dildo.

The Colors On Your Back (Bottom Ashton, no actual smut)

Luke notices Ashton wears panties.

Wet Dream (Bottom Ashton, SMUT, fluff at the end)

Ashton has a wet dream and gets caught.

Mommy (Bottom Ashton, SMUT)

Ashton has a mommy kink and Luke finds out.

Through The Wall (Bottom Ashton, SMUT)

Ashton lets himself be taken by random men on weekends and Luke finds out by accidently becoming one of his customers.

Cashton

Clean Up (Bottom Ashton, SMUT)

Ashton is being stubborn, so Calum teaches him a lesson.

Mashton

Let Me See You (Self Hate, fluff)

Ashton is really insecure about his body and Michael wants to show him how much he loves him.

Luke

Second Choice (depressive thoughts)

Luke has a girlfriend and doesn't need his best friend anymore.

[littledrummeraussie]

littledrummeraussie / masterlist.

Copyright © 2019-2022 littledrummeraussie. All rights reserved. All original works are prohibited to be reposted on any other platform in any format (translations included).

latest update: March 18, 2022

general fiction tag.

ASHTON IRWIN oneshots.

my sweet escape.

i wanna feel you in my veins.

knitted sweater for two.

darling of mine.

remedy.

i’m not scared to get close to you.

drumming noise inside my head.

i hope you think of me (high).

pick you up if you fall to pieces.

morning glory.

poolside seduction.

kissing in the blue dark.

touch and taste.

the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart.

rewrite the stars.

summer nights.

find the pieces to make you whole.

you wash over me like rain.

ASHTON IRWIN series.

getaway. — a week spent in a little forest getaway, rekindling your relationship.

the taste of your skin tonight. — photographer!Ashton & slightly innocent college!reader.

mr. irwin — random snapshots about CEO!Ashton & intern!reader.

we were born from the same star. — soulmate!Ashton

ps. still care about you. — mafia!Ashton

super dad abc. — a series of blurbs about Ashton and Levi.

addicted to your fix. (finished) — college roommates & fuck buddies!Ashton x reader.

at christmas all the roads lead home. (finished) — Christmas morning finds Ashton and his wife reminiscing about their very first holiday together.

if these walls could talk. (finished) — Ashton Irwin & assistant stylist!reader.

glitter & crimson. (finished) — badboy!Ashton.

CALUM HOOD series.

modern day prince calum. — random snapshots about prince!Calum and his lover.

POLY!CASHTON series.

all the things we dream about. — random snapshots from the life of three people who fell in love with each other.

COLLECTIONS.

you might find that some things are cross-posted.

blurbs.

headcanons & concepts.

mini series.

capture the moment collection.

100 prompts collection.

1K celebration collection.

new year's eve blurbs.

blurbs from prompt lists.

[kindahoping4forever]

My apologies, anon, my app crashed while I was answering this and now the ask is nowhere to be found! 🤦🏻‍♀️ To answer your question, I've never written anything like that (and probably wouldn't tbh, big concept AUs aren't really my thing) but it sounds like you may enjoy the fics in @softforcal's Penumbra universe. The main series is with Luke but the other guys feature heavily in it and get their own oneshots - my fav obviously being the poly!Cashton story 😌 (Be advised: each chapter/fic has specific warnings but I'll still offer a blanket sex/peril/occasional violence warning)

[calmlftv]

en l’air. - c.h. oneshot

description: calum hood x dancer!reader. cal sees you dance and immediately becomes obsessed. 

word count: 4.4k (i’m sorry jdfg) 

warnings: none? some tension but nothing serious. 

w/n: this was a requested piece! thank u to the anon who requested it ❤️ also, for your viewing pleasure, please enjoy this video of Youngblood choreography since it’s mentioned in the piece itself; full credit to Brinn Nicole Choreography for that! and thank u to everyone who had to listen to me talk about this for 24 hours (u know who u are), y’all are the real ones 🥺

taglist: @spicycal @castaway-cashton @irwinkitten @n-ctarinenga @notinthesameguey​ @blackbutterfliescal​ @ashtonsos​ @loveroflrh​ @bestyearssos​ @treatallwithkindness​ @bestyearslftv​ @another-lonely-heart​

****

“Y/N!” 

Jojo’s voice echoed through the room, all eyes turning to you as the choreographer lifted a finger and gestured for you to come over. 

Once you were close enough, the winning smile on Jojo’s face was full of mischief. “You got this choreo down?” When you nodded she started to move, scooting past you towards the phone connected to the speaker system. “Then it’s your turn. Solo.” 

You chuckled, getting into the starting position as Tim’s camera focused on you. A hush fell over the room as the air settled, giving Jojo a nod right before the music started. 

And suddenly, you were transformed, the movements you had been practicing all day coming to life as the music swirled around you. You weren’t in LA anymore; you weren’t even sure if you were yourself. All you knew was the tempo and dynamics of the lyrics, the emotions of the song becoming your own as a story was told with each movement. 

From a young age, it had been clear to your family that you were passionate about dancing. After expressing your disinterest in sports and academics, your parents were dumbstruck; they had genuinely thought you would like at least one of those things, considering your mother was the brains and your father was the stay-at-home-brauns. However, after one particular year of taking you to see a ballet, they quickly noticed the shine in your eyes as the dancers floated across the stage, beaming grins on their faces as they signed you up for dance classes the very next day. 

Over the years, you learned everything you could from different genres of dance, your body becoming fluent in the languages as you grew up. You walked in eight counts, elegance trailing just behind you everywhere you went as you moved. It took everything within you to not dance down the hallways at school, practicing whatever routine was giving you a hard time as you went from class to class. 

After graduating high school, your family moved to LA for better work opportunities; you quickly found a community of dancers you loved and fell in with them, moving into a house with some of them and attending all the workshops they did. When they all started getting big name jobs it didn’t bother you, instead pushing you forward until you were just as talented as they were. 

Now, you were well known with the community. Choreographers like Jojo Gomez and Kyle Hanagami sought you out for their workshops, sometimes even asking you to learn choreo ahead of time to demonstrate to everyone at the shops. Tim Milligram quickly became a friend of yours as well, as he was almost always at the workshops, sparkling lenses capturing everything before he posted the edited videos on YouTube. 

Where you were now was where you had dreamed of being as a child. It wasn’t worldwide fame like some people wanted, but it was more than enough for you. To some, you were a nobody, but to the ones that mattered, you were equivalent to the Queen of England, and that was everything for you. 

As you finished the routine applause broke out around you, your friends all throwing hair ties and shoes at you to celebrate how well you had done. As you came down from the performance high, Jojo almost tackled you in a tight hug, laughter escaping both of you as you caught yourself before you stumbled back. 

“Jesus,” Jojo breathed, pulling back and cupping your face in her hands. “How have you not started teaching these things yourself?” 

You beamed, Jojo’s arm moving around your shoulder as she guided you away. She called the next dancer up and grabbed her phone again as you sat down with your friends, eyes trained on the dancer as you took in every move. 

At the end of the workshop you gathered up all your things and walked out with your friends, the nearest diner calling your names as you all laughed and joked around. Your usual routine for this eventually brought you all back to your home, each of you taking turns showering and settling in for the rest of the night. 

***

The tour bus bumped over another pothole, the uneven cement rattling Calum awake for the upteenth time that evening. He sighed and dragged his hand down his face, officially giving up on any amount of sleep as he turned to his back. 

His hand landed on his phone and lifted it to his face. 

1:47 a.m. 

He held in a groan as he grabbed his AirPods, slipping them into his ears and drowning out the sounds of the bus as it moved. He left his phone plugged in and opened his YouTube app, hoping that maybe some of the channels he was subscribed to had uploaded new videos he could binge until they reached their destination. However, in his sleepy state, he tapped the wrong video, a beat starting over his headphones as his brow furrowed in confusion. 

Calum was about to exit the video when he saw the dancers, eyes captivated by their movements as the first group faded in. His mouth dropped open at some of the talent he was seeing, eyes locked on one dancer in particular during a solo performance. 

It was obvious to Calum this dancer had invested in the music, the way they moved bringing emotions out of the man as he focused intently on their body. Now invested in watching more of these videos, he let this one play out, letting YouTube autoplay to the next one as he kept his phone close to his face. 

Hours passed with Calum trying to find more videos with this dancer in it, finally finding one that he watched a second time. This time, they were in heels, the sweet sounds of Niall Horan’s Slow Hands playing against his eardrums as they moved so elegantly. 

Lucky for him, his video finally had the Instagram handle for this dancer he was now obsessed with, the man immediately switching apps and bringing up their profile. 

They were genuinely stunning in the photos they would post, his thumbs slowly scrolling through most of the photos on their profile before he finally gave them a follow. He knew some fans would see that and make assumptions, but he didn’t care; he wanted to see more of this person and their talents, wanted to consume all forms of media they were on just to see them move. 

“Calum.” 

The man jumped at the sound of Luke’s voice, pulling out an AirPod as he tugged the curtain to his bunk aside. The tall blonde was leaning over and yawning, running a hand through his hair. 

“We’re stopping, mate,” he said, Calum now hearing the sounds of Michael and Ashton shifting in their beds. “Need anything, better get it now.” 

Cal nodded, climbing out of his bunk and giving a big stretch before pulling on some sweatpants. He climbed out of the bus and found Michael waiting for him, the usual routine whenever they made a stop. 

“Hey, Mike,” Cal said, nudging his best friend as he unlocked his phone and showed him the Instagram page he still had open. 

His best friend took his phone and raised an eyebrow as he scrolled down the page, opening some of the photos and giving them a look before he handed the device back. “They’re cute. You followed them?” 

Calum nodded as Michael grinned, giving him a nudge with his elbow. “Trying to make a move, pal? Get yourself a little someone?” 

Calum chuckled, shaking his head as he nudged Michael back. “I don’t think so, Mike, just think they’re talented. Wanna keep up with that.” 

Michael nodded and wiggled his eyebrows, making Calum shove him playfully as he broke into a laugh. 

“What’s goin’ on up there?” Ashton called from behind them as Luke trailed behind him. Michael turned around, walking backwards as he spoke. 

“Cal’s got a crush on a dancer!” he yelled back, making Calum groan. 

“It’s not a crush!” 

“Whatever you say, mate!” 

*** 

“Jade,” you called, your phone shifting slightly in its place. “What do you want for dinner?” 

Your Instagram live audience immediately started to chime in with suggestions as you picked up your phone, holding it out in front of you as you read the suggestions. 

Your best friend came out of her room and followed you, half of her now in view of the audience as you moved into the kitchen. “Someone’s suggested we order out instead of making something, but where’s the fun in that?” 

Jade chuckled as she started rummaging through the cabinets, taking in everything they had before she turned around and looked at you. “That might be a good idea,” she said, gesturing to the nearly empty cabinets. 

“Oh shit,” you sighed, putting a hand on your hip. “You’re right. Take out it is!” 

Jade chuckled as she picked up her phone, already dialing your favorite place and putting in an order for the two of you as you made faces at your audience. 

It was a quiet night and you had been bored, the Instagram live feature staring you in the eyes as you finally decided to just do it. You had taken the time beforehand to look cute but comfy, hoping the cute man that had followed you a few months ago now would join.

The notification had confused you. You weren’t sure who Calum Hood was at first, noticing the blue check next to his name as you did your investigation into his Instagram profile. After a quick Google search, however, you quickly learned everything you needed to know about him; his band had written one of your favorite dance songs and a few others you had put on your driving playlist that you vibed with the most. 

So, that mixed with how attractive you found him to be, you obviously had to follow him back. 

He didn’t post much and you were fine with that, always knowing when he was online by the comments he would leave when you posted a new photo or video. It was normally a cheeky comment followed by a set of emojis, something that always brought a light blush to your cheeks and giggles from your friends. 

Whenever he posted, you always did the same, both of you liking and commenting on photos relentlessly. You kept up with his band through his stories, even popping in on the livestream on release day just to see him dancing with his dog. 

He was absolutely adorable, and while you wanted to reach out and say hi in private, you knew he probably wouldn’t even see it; besides, he’s a rockstar and you’re a dancer. Talk about being worlds away, right?

Right?

Suddenly, you snapped back to reality, a name appearing in the stream of comments that made your heart skip. You quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the news, being careful to hide it from the camera as you slid it across the counter to Jade. 

He’s in the live, and said I look cute.

She picked up the note and raised an eyebrow out of view of the camera, a devilish grin on her lips as she immediately opened her phone. 

“What are you doing?” You asked her, standing up straight as soft music started playing over the speakers in your living area. 

Jade grabbed your hand and your livestream, dragging you both into the room. “I want to teach you and your livestream a new choreo I’m working on. Maybe you can even help me make it better.” 

You scoffed at that, knowing her undeniable talent as she set everything up. The song was Youngblood, the smooth notes practically fogging up the windows on their own as you started to learn. 

With a quick break for food once it arrived, you and Jade taught your livestream how to dance, laughter and music taking over both of you until you finally ended your live. 

You were covered in sweat, the soft sheen of it against the lights in your home obviously as your chest heaved. 

“Did you really need help with that choreo?” You asked Jade, your friend sprawled out in a starfish against the floors. 

She flashed you a smile. “Absolutely not,” she stated, sitting up. “But lover boy was watching, and he needs to know you have sex appeal.” 

You coughed, choking on a bit of spit at her words. “Jade!” You said, your best friend cackling as she scrambled up to her feet. 

“Love you!” She said as you chased her away, the woman dipping into her room and locking the door behind her. 

You groaned, blushing deeply as you hid yourself away in your room. 

*** 

Tour life had become routine for Calum, as it always does, but the nights off always left him a bit bored. Being in strange cities left him without much to do this close to the end of tour, but he thoroughly enjoyed opening your livestream and watching you laugh. 

Michael must have been a psychic, cause what started as an appreciation for your talents has become much more than that. When you laughed he felt himself smiling, his eyes crinkling as they do whenever he got to hear you speak. He was crushing hard, his post notifications on for the dancer he had fallen for over the months as he kept himself busy with his passion and job. 

When he saw the notification of your livestream he immediately jumped in, joining and smiling immediately as he saw your face fill his phone screen. 

You were smiling at your friend, resting your cheek against your hand as you leaned on what looked like a kitchen counter. You were looking absolutely adorable, the smile on Calum’s face hardly fading as he gained the confidence to send a comment. 

He saw your eyes light up as you looked at your screen, the expression on your face making his heart skip while his own eyes traced the shape of your face. You scribbled something down and passed it to your friend, the two of you then shifting to the living area where the phone was set up to expose the extra space around you. 

His eyes stayed locked on your body as you moved, fluidity and grace in each step as you were taught a new dance. The tones of the music brought out in your dancing brought a slight blush to his cheeks as you put the whole thing together. The dance itself was sultry, but when you moved to it, the tempo took on a whole new heartbeat, and suddenly the song was so much better in Calum’s mind. 

It felt like it was too soon when you finished, bowing to your friend as she grinned wildly. Calum’s palms were a little bit sweaty as he watched you move closer to the camera, the live ending soon after as you moved on with your life. 

The images of you moving still floated through Calum’s mind, his memory fixated on it as he finally opened up his Instagram DM’s. 

Your username popped up immediately when he started a new conversation, his first message being typed out effortlessly by his thumbs. 

Saw your live tonight, he typed. Thanks for dancing to our song.

It was simple enough, he thought, but hoped you wouldn’t think it was too simple; nerves danced along his muscles as he pressed send, his words to you now being sent through a series of ones and zeros as he quickly locked his phone and pushed it away. Now that he had made the move he was terrified of your response, the man trying to distract himself as he climbed out of his bunk and hunted down Michael. 

His best friend was sitting on the bus couch, scrolling through whatever social media platform as Cal plopped down beside him. 

“You talk to that dancer yet?” Michael asked immediately, hardly glancing up from his phone as Calum chuckled. 

“You need to stop reading my mind,” he scolded gently. “Yeah, I, uh, just messaged them actually. They danced to Youngblood on a livestream.” 

Michael looked at Calum and wiggled his eyebrows. “And judging by the blush on your face I’d say it was a good performance.” 

Calum’s blush only deepened as Michael laughed, a light ping of Cal’s phone interrupting their conversation. 

Michael stood and grabbed the phone as Calum froze in place, placing it on the couch beside his best friend before he sat down again. 

“Answer it.” 

“But-”

“Calum Thomas, you answer that lovely person right this second or I’ll do it for you.” 

The magic words made Calum open his phone, knowing if Michael had to answer the message he would never be able to show his face around you. Nervous butterflies exploded in his stomach as he opened your response, Michael reading over his shoulder. 

Well hello, handsome. Thanks for writing such a good song, hahaha. It’s one of my favorites! 

“Well, mate,” Michael said, grinning as he slapped Calum on the back. “Looks like you can handle it.” 

***

Your new video was incredible, how long did that take? You’re amazing!

Calum’s newest message to you made you smile, sweat making your hair cling to your forehead as you typed out a quick response. 

Thanks, I had quite a good muse for that one ;)

Oh really? Must be a lucky muse if they inspire something so beautiful. 

A heavy blush landed on your cheeks as you typed back a response, the click of someone’s fingers gaining your attention as you hit send. 

“I know that’s not a phone out,” Kyle scolded gently, a sheepish smile pulling on your lips. 

“Sorry Kyle, I’m putting it away now,” you promised, thumbs typing a quick message to Calum before burying the device deep within your bag. 

It’s been about a month or two since Calum first messaged you, the banter and flirting starting immediately as you both finally got to have the private conversations you had been dreaming of. At times it would inch away from the innocent compliments and small talk to something sexier, but you both kept yourselves as appropriate as possible - sometimes. 

Now, as Kyle reeled you back in to finish teaching the new choreo he had worked on, your mind wandered to Calum’s real thoughts about your IGTV video you had posted hours before. 

Hearing Wildflower for the first time had sent you directly to the empty dance studio your parents had built you at their place, your feet and body taking almost no time to settle in as you started hammering out a choreo to Calum’s melody. You had been up all night doing it, barely making it to Kyle’s class on time as notifications from Instagram started pouring in, praises about your technique and song choice washing over you. 

However, something tugged within you when you saw Calum’s message. It was different coming from him for some reason, and it filled you with a mix of excitement and pleasure; it was a weird mix for you, something you hadn’t ever truly felt before, but you hesitantly welcomed it with open arms. 

The class passed by slower than you wanted, each time you ran through the choreography only taking up the smallest bit of time as you anxiously waited for the clock to strike 4 so you can open your messages again and talk to him. 

Finally, your magical moment arrived when you could pack up and leave, Kyle giving you a big hug and saying his thanks before you started to hurry out the door. 

“Hey!” Kyle called after you, making you pause in the doorway and spin around. He had a grin on his face. “Hope this guy is a good one.” 

You beamed and laughed. “I think he is. Thanks, Kyle.” 

He smiled and waved as you turned around again and bolted to your car, locking the doors as soon as they had shut as you opened up your messages from Calum. 

He had sent a cheeky reply to your message earlier, followed by a video sent to you. With captured breath you tapped on the message, the video unfolding before you. 

It was focused on his feet as he walked over shiny white tile, the camera panning up to expose the interior of LAX - or that’s what the location filter said, at least. You felt a grin crack open your face as you quickly realized what this meant. 

Calum was home from tour. 

Your thumbs started to type faster than you thought they could. 

You’re home! 

Almost immediately, the little bubble appeared. 

Home, and ready to see you if you’re up for it.

Butterflies exploded in your stomach as you typed an affirmative message, both of you quickly setting up a time and place before you drove back to your home. 

“Jade!” You yelled as you stepped inside, dropping your bag at the door while you quickly slipped off your shoes. 

Your friend's head poked out from around a corner as you started shedding clothes, her hand immediately flying to cover her eyes as she yelped. “Whoa, where’s the fire?! Why are you undressing in the middle of the house?” 

“I have a date.” You stated, stopping just outside of your door as you turned to face her. “With Calum. And I need you to pick my outfit while I shower!” 

Jade uncovered her eyes and beamed, immediately following you into your room while you ducked into your private bathroom. While you had your shower, Jade was yelling questions to you, the two of you plotting and planning until you finally stepped out and pulled on the clothes she had decided on. 

Your light blue jeans and white crop top were the perfect amount of casual, a light sprinkle of shiny jewelry being thrown in until Jade gave you the approval. When you checked the time on your phone, you nodded, standing and thanking her profusely as you finally went out the door and into your car again. 

By now, the sunshine of LA was changing colors, shedding the harsh tone of the day for the warmth of dusk that was soon to come. The coffee shop Calum had chosen was perfect, too, the dwindling sunlight being perfect as you sat in a chair just outside the shop. 

You anxiously looked around while you waited, playing with some of the rings around your fingers as you waited patiently for your date to arrive. Is this really even a date? You thought, suddenly panicking about how you looked. What if this is just a casual- 

“This seat taken?” 

His voice took you by surprise, your eyes trailing upwards to meet the warm, smiling brown ones of Calum Hood. 

You smiled a little bit, leaning your elbows on the table. “Well I was saving it for a cute boy,” you teased. “But I guess you can sit as well.” 

Calum gave you a look of mock hurt. “Ouch, right in the ego,” he teased back, slowly reaching across the table to take your hand. “Nice to finally meet you in person.” 

He spoke as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a sweet and seductive kiss to your knuckles as his gaze held you captive. You blushed deeply, smiling in an attempt to cover it. 

“And the same for you,” you said softly, smiling as he held on to your hand. 

The two of you sat there and chatted as the sun set around you, the cool of the evening wrapping around you as you got lost in Calum’s words. Conversation came easily with him, both of you feeling like you had already known each other for so much longer than reality; something with the two of you just worked, and you loved being able to lose track of time with him. 

Honestly, it was far too easy for you to lose yourself in his very being, but you decided not to focus entirely on that. 

When the quiet and kind barista came out to put up the tables and chairs, you apologized profusely, Calum chuckling as he stood up. You quickly followed after him, the two of you apologizing again before starting to walk away, Calum’s hand slipping easily around your own while you blushed. 

The two of you slowly walked back to your cars together, a comfortable silence settling in as you made your way to your cars. He walked you right up to your drivers side door, the man smiling sheepishly as he looked at you. 

“Thanks for being willing to meet with me,” he said sweetly, bringing your joined hands up to his chest. He held them there, right next to his heart, which you could feel beating against your knuckles. “I’m glad you didn’t think I was a serial killer or something.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “And I’m glad you didn’t think I was a catfish,” you joked, Calum smiling and laughing. 

When you both settled down again your gazes met, another blush coating your cheeks as he leaned down. His lips connected with your cheek quickly, the man standing up straight again as he released your hand. 

While you were sad that he let you go, you knew it was time for you to go home; it was getting late, and you had a workshop to be at in the morning, your mind still racing as you dug out your keys and unlocked your car. 

Calum pulled the door open for you, letting you slide in as he leaned against the top of the door. 

“Will we be able to see each other again?” He asked softly, his chin resting on his arm as he draped it over the door. 

You thought for a second, making a bit of a face. “I guess so, but I’ll have to have my people call your people.” 

Calum grinned, chuckling at your teasing. “Well my people will be anxiously awaiting your people.” He took a second after he finished speaking, getting a serious look on his face as he looked at you. “I’d like to see you again, though. Maybe for dinner?” 

You smiled, reaching up to take his hand. “I would love that,” you said, giving his fingers a squeeze as he brought them to his lips again. 

He smiled and let you settle in, carefully closing the door for you before he stepped back a bit. He watched you go, making sure you were able to pull onto the roads okay before he got into his own vehicle. 

Once Calum’s driver seat door had closed, he pulled out his phone, immediately pulling up the group text with his bandmates. 

Guys, he typed. I’m so fucked.

[rosecolouredash]

Displacement ; Hockey!Cashton

Summary: In physics, the term refers to an object’s overall change in position. In psychoanalysis, it is the unconscious transfer of an intense emotion from one object to another.

Warnings: A blend of softness and angst for your reading pleasure.

Notes: Here it is my friends, the next part to Momentum and Collision. I don’t think I’ll never not get weepy from all the messages and asks about this lil series. Keep your eyes peeled for more (did someone say prequel? No?? Just me???) because let’s face it, I’m not ready to let this au and hockey!cashton go just yet.

It was a Sunday morning when you opened your eyes from slumber, a thoughtful look on your face. You had dreamt about Ashton and the days prior and since he’s come home to your shared apartment from the hospital.

That was over a week now.

Shifting your gaze forward, your eyes were met by the sleeping visage of your boyfriend, the captain of the Timberwolves hockey team. He was still wrapped up in his mind and in his dreams. You took a moment to study him. The comforter you shared was pushed halfway down his waist, revealing the black t-shirt he wore to bed. His hair was a tousled mess, most likely due to the movement he made during sleep. You had the urge to run your fingers through his bed head but decided against it; not wanting to wake the second sleeping boy who’s tanned arms held you around your torso.

Calum was also fast asleep. Turning your head, you gazed upon your other boyfriend and envied the way his lashes lightly kissed his caramel skin. His pouty lips were slightly parted as even breaths escaped them.

You frowned when you thought back to when Ashton got hurt and how erratic Calum’s breathing was then, compared to now. Luke shared with you - in private - how he feared his best friend might have passed out from a lack of oxygen when they had checked on their unconscious captain after he got hit.

Mindful of Calum’s arms encircling you, you turned onto your side so that you could fully face the boy. You reached up and lightly traced his cheek with the pad of your thumb. He let out a soft sigh which made you cease your movements. You smiled when he unconsciously pulled you closer. When you repeated your actions, they earned you a flutter of eyelids and for your stare to be met by warm brown eyes.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he murmured, sleep heavy in his voice.

“Good morning,” you said in return, lifting your head up to plant a delicate kiss on his nose.

He pulled back a little and then gave you a peck on the lips.

“Ash still asleep?”

You turned your head while Calum looked over to the other side of the bed. The two of you watched the steady rise and fall of Ashton’s chest.

“Looks like it,” you deemed, gazing back at Calum.

“Good.”

For lack of a better word, Ashton has had trouble sleeping since the incident.

“It’s like our roles have reversed.”

At the comment, the look Calum gave you was almost apologetic.

Ashton was the early-riser between you three or at least, that used to be the case. It never mattered whether your two boys had hockey in the morning or not. The captain was always up and ready to greet his sweetheart and his soulmate with a kiss and a smile. Nowadays, you or Calum or sometimes you both - like now - woke up before him. At first, you were confused at the sudden change in your boyfriend’s sleeping patterns but ultimately blamed it on Ashton’s adjustment to coming home from staying at the hospital for a couple of days.

You and Calum continued a conversation in hushed tones to allow your boyfriend the sleep he deserved. Unknowingly, you both missed the slight crease in Ashton’s brow and the frown that graced his face before it vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

—

You didn’t remember how the dispute even started.

Calum and Ashton had come home one afternoon, from practice, the latter frustrated for some reason. The defenseman had disappeared into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water which left you to tend to Ashton. Your questions about his day were innocent enough but the captain’s responses were cut and dry.

You hadn’t thought anything of it.

At one point, something in Ashton just snapped.

For as long as you’ve known him, Ashton has never yelled at you. Not like that.

He regretted it, immediately; the volume at which his voice had taken to speak with you.

In a split second, your face had shown fear.

Fear for Ashton.

Fear of Ashton.

Before he could come forward to offer you comfort and a sincere apology, Calum had reappeared.

He stepped between you two and you gripped at your boyfriend’s arm while he stared down at your other.

“That was uncalled for,” Calum spat. Ashton visibly winced at his harsh tone.

“What’s up with you lately?”

Practice was particularly brutal today, to the point where the two were almost at each other’s throats over a disagreement on a play. This happened frequently, as of late. Both Michael and Luke were aware that Calum was still hung up over the fact that he let Ashton get hurt in his presence. Now, whenever they discussed plays on the ice, the alternate captain would find any means to not include Ashton in them, especially if he needed to get physical.

Ashton, on the other hand, was worse for wear. The lack of proper sleep and the constant thrum of his head made him highly irritable. Not knowing how to cope, Ashton took it out on the team; barking out orders and drills like a sergeant which was so unlike his usual level-headed captaincy.

“It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.” A frown graced the dark-haired boy’s face, his eyes pleading, “like we don’t even know who you are anymore.”

The apartment went silent as Ashton looked between his soulmate and his sweetheart. He let out a deep sigh, turned around and made his way towards door.

Both you and Calum called out to him, in a panic, to stay.

He paused when his hand reached the doorknob, “I’m sorry for yellin’ at you, sweets.”

You peeked up at him from behind Calum.

Hazel eyes reflected the sadness in his voice.

“Just give me some time, alone.”

With that, he left.

—

You and Calum had settled into bed for the night; Ashton still nowhere to be found. You had called Michael and Luke in hopes that they’d heard from him but to no avail. They hadn’t seen him since practice that afternoon.

When you heard the jingle of keys and the door to the apartment open, you and Calum shared a look. Not sure with what was to transpire, the two of you positioned yourselves so that you faced away from the bedroom door and feigned sleep.

Ashton was heard as he walked down the hallway leading to your shared room. The door made a click as he opened it. Light from the hall filtered into your mostly dark room, safe for the moonlight already streaming in through the window. You could only imagine how Ashton looked as he peeked his head inside.

“You two awake?” He whispered.

Neither of you made a sound.

Ashton chuckled softly, the sound of it a little bitter and sad, as he opened the door fully to step into the room. He made his way over to the foot of the bed and sat on the edge; he faced away from you and Calum.

“I’m such a coward,” Ashton murmured.

You frowned at the statement as your boyfriend continued to talk as he was unaware of yours and Calum’s listening ears.

“I couldn’t admit it,” he continued.

Calum rested his chin on top your head, concerned about what they were about to hear.

“I think there’s something wrong with me.”

You felt yourself and Calum go rigid but still made no sign to let Ashton know that you were awake.

“I know the doctors had cleared me but—” Ashton put his head in his hands, “—there’s still this constant pain in my head and nothing I do can fix it.”

It made perfect sense. The change in his sleep schedule or sometimes lack thereof. His moodiness - on and off the ice.

“Not telling you two, that was my first mistake.”

Ashton would never want to cause you or Calum unnecessary worry. He thought he could deal with this himself but he was scared and it was getting to the point where he needed your help.

“I know Cal’s still berating himself over the ordeal—”

Calum’s grip on you tightened. The guilt that weighed down his chest was ever-present.

“—and that our sweetheart’s been dreamin’ about it too.”

Your heart sank in your chest as your boyfriend voiced this truth. Ashton must have realized this whenever he was stuck awake, late at night, because you often mumbled in your sleep.

“What’s more painful than this damn head injury is knowing that I’m inadvertently hurting the two most important people in my life.”

After his confession, the room went silent.

You were still collecting your thoughts when Calum had another plan, in mind.

“You’re an idiot.”

Ashton froze in place, then turned his body towards what he thought were his two sleeping lovers.

Sitting up, Calum turned on the bedside lamp.

You also sat up, not being able to hide that you both had been wide awake the whole time. The sting of tears creeped at the corner of your eyes as you nodded, “if you think allowing yourself to suffer this alone was the right choice, for us—” you started, gesturing between yourself and Calum, “—then you’re gravely mistaken.”

Before Ashton could respond, you and Calum crawled over to sit on either side of him.

“We’re going to figure this out,” Calum reassured as he took ahold one of Ashton’s hands.

“Together, if you let us,” you added, leaning your head on your captain’s shoulder.

Ashton was rendered speechless though a warm feeling came over him as his soulmate and sweetheart discussed what they were to do next; the first being a trip to the doctor’s the next morning.

—

It was another Sunday morning a couple of weeks later that you opened your eyes from sleep - a peaceful look on your face. For once, you had a dreamless night. Out of habit, you shifted your gaze forward and were stunned to find beautiful hazel eyes staring back at you, lovingly.

With a sweet smile and a quick peck on your lips, he greeted you.

“Good morning, sweets.”

Tagged: @irwinkitten @calpops @rosecoloredash @lilbabycalum @gorgeouslygrace @rainingcal @casht0n-hoodwin @lockthisheartinchains @americanhorrorstudies @lovableah

[softforcal]

4/4 & Poly masterlist

All (4/4)

poly!5sos get Y/N pregnant HC 🍫

poly!5sos get Y/N pregnant part 2 HC 🍫

Poly!5sos x opener!reader HC 🍫

5sos x flight attendant!reader HC 🍫

Poly!hogwarts!5sos x ravenclaw!reader HC 🍫

roommate!5sos x reader HC 🍫

roommate!5sos x reader POLY continuation HC 🍫

tattooist!5sos x receptionist reader HC 🍫

hospital!5sos x reader HC 🍫

friend!5sos x Nascar!Reader HC 🍫

just friends! 5sos x sound tech reader HC 🍫

just friends! 5sos x hair dresser reader HC 🍫

5sos x singer reader (P) HC 🍫

poly 5sos x reader (P) HC 🍫

Luke showing you off (P) HC🍫

Tour videographer!Reader preference 🍿

Dancer!Reader preference 🍿

Ash’s sub being a sub for all the boys blurb 🍬

kink levels blurb🍬

Feeling Down : 4/4 🍭

reader insert, 1.5k, soft/fluff, poly

Depressed/Sad!Reader is feeling down while they vacation in a winter wonderland lodge, 4/4 help her feel better

Poly

All

Cake

Stay Still : Tattooist/Piercer!Cake 🍭

Reader Insert, 3k, pure smut

Reader just wants their tits pierced and runs into a hot tattooist and their fuck buddy

Opaque : Cake 🍭

OC, 8k, Love Triangle

Model Luke and Grunge Cal like the same girl

Movie Snack : Cake 🍭

Reader insert, smut, 3.2k, poly

Luke gets bored during movies and Cal is over

Road Trip : Cake 🍭

Reader insert, soft, smut, 3.5k, poly

A Road Trip with the boys leads to smutty Cake

Road Trip pt 2 🍭

Reader insert, soft, smut, 3.3k, poly

The Road Trip continues

Carbonara : Cake 🍭

Reader insert, smut, 4k, patreon exclusive

You fuck, then eat pasta in the tub like kings

Poly Cake on tour with Reader HC 🍫

Poly Cake (Slytherin Cal, Hufflepuff Luke, Gryffindor Reader) HC 🍫

Poly Cake x reader, your first tattoo blurb 🍬

Poly Cake clubbing with reader blurb 🍬

Dirty talk with protective!Cake blurb 🍬

Putting on a show for Cake after their show blurb 🍬

Cashton

2 snakes and a badger : Cashton 🍭

Reader Insert, smut, 4k, poly

Slytherin!Cal and Hufflepuff!Ash have a thing for Slytherin reader

Nascar and Nuero : Cashton 🍭

Reader Insert, Smut, 3.5k, poly

Neuro!Cal has a thing for his patient, Nascar!Ash’s girlfriend

Both : Cashton 🍭

Hemmings!Reader, smut, soft, 11.2k, poly

Reader is Luke’s sister and Cashton like her too much

Luxury : Gang!Cashton 🍭

OC, smut, soft, 12.6k, poly

Bartender Puppy catches the eye of 2 gang members

Patience: Gang AU Bonus Chapter 🍭

OC, Smut, 5.3k

Cashtonxpuppy smut and girl friend bonding

A Whole Lot of Love : Dom!Cashton (patreon exclusive) 🍭

reader insert, 3k, smut, poly

reader is a brat at a party and Cashton is not pleased

Camping, cockwarming and Cashton (patreon exclusive)🍭

Reader insert, 3.2k, smut

Cockwarming while camping gets even more interesting when a game of truth or dare reveals you think Ashton is hot

Poly Cashton on tour with reader HC 🍫

Poly Cashton (Slytherin Ash x Hufflepuff Cal x Slytherin reader) HC 🍫

Poly Cashton (Hufflepuff Ashton, Slytherin Cal, Hufflepuff Reader) HC 🍫

Poly Cashton sugar daddies x reader HC 🍫

Poly Cashton lazy day with reader HC 🍫

Poly Cashton (Gryffindor Ash/reader x Hufflepuff Cal) HC 🍫

Breaking Dom!Cashton’s rules blurb 🍬

Ash walking in on you and Cal blurb 🍬

Slytherin!Cashton x gryf!reader vibrating panties blurb 🍬

Dom!Cashton punishment and panties blurb 🍬

Cashton compete for reader’s orgasms blurb 🍬

Cashton birthday spanks blurb 🍬

Sex with doctor!Cashton in an on call room blurb 🍬

Cashton treating you on mothers day (P)🍬

Lashton

Rivals : hogwarts!Lashton 🍭

Reader Insert, smut, 7k, poly

the Gryffindors don’t like Slytherin reader

Dancing with Devils : Supernatural!Lashton 🍭

Reader insert, smut, 3.5k

Dancing with Demons is the best idea. 

PART 2

Don’t Go: Bodyguard!Lashton (P) 🍭

Reader insert, smut, 7k

Your new bodyguards are super hot and work really well together

Poly Lashton on tour with Reader HC 🍫

Poly Lashton (Luke joins reader x Ash) HC 🍫

Slytherin!Lashton x puff reader HC (P) 🍫

Poly Lashton being cute in a video diary blurb 🍬

Gryf!Luke Puff!Ash and Slyth!Reader have a class together blurb 🍬

Mashton

Poly Mashton (Slytherin Ash, Ravenclaw Michael, Slytherin Reader) HC🍫

Malum

Poly Malum (Toys) HC 🍫

Poly Malum on tour with reader HC 🍫

Poly hogwarts Malum (slytherin cal/michael x hufflepuff reader) HC 🍫

Unamed : fashion designer! Malum (P) 🍭

Reader insert, smut, 3.8k

fucking fashion designers is fun

Muke

Poly Muke (Slytherin Luke/Michael x Hufflepuff reader) HC 🍫

Cute: Muke (P) 🍭

3k, reader insert, smut

Harry and Luke

Collab : Harry Styles x Luke Hemmings x Reader oneshot 🍭

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

My Ultimate Reading List v2.0 Fics

A/N: As some of you have heard or seen, My Ultimate Reading List (in it’s original version) has crashed on desktop because of (as I realised trying to restore it) too big number of links, so I’m basically recreating the whole thing in a new format. This post goes for One Shots and Serieses. There’s one more post for Blurbs. I’m really sorry for the tag notifs for the people who has been tagged already in a previous version. Hope it’s not much of an inconvenience. I’m also not going to delete the first version of the list, as it’s been liked and reposted a lot of times, it’s still working on mobile, so some might still use it. But all the updates are going to happen only on this post, which I’m going to put in my bio instead of an old one.

So, this list was created because of my crazy urge to reread favourite fics and blurbs from time to time. It was made purely for me, but if it helps you to find a fic or a writer you’d love, I’d be only happy. I tried to make navigation easy. For blurbs links go to my reblogs, for oneshots and full lengths links go to the original posts. I try to check links from time to time, but if you see that some of them don’t work, please, hmu.

* stands for the implied smut

*** stands for the pure smut

This list is far from finished, that’s just the first things that came to mind and/or were reblogged. Still have a ton to add. So will update it every now and then.

NOTE, pls: There’s no Michael content here! And that’s not because I don’t like him or don’t appreciate him enough. I guess, it’s quite the opposite tbh. There’s no Michael content here because I appreciate him too much. I love this cute little kitten, he’s the most precious soul and, most of the time I think, there would be no 5sos without Michael Gordon Clifford. I just don’t have any fantasies or images of him in me, don’t see him in any way romantically. That’s why I don’t read (or write for that matter) about him as main character. I understand, that I miss a whole lotta great authors and fics because of that. Maybe it’ll change in the future. But for now, it is what it is.

Also HUGE SHOUT OUT TO THE PEOPLE WHOSE WRITING IS ON THE LIST - THANK YOU FOR THIS! THESE FICS AND BLURBS BELOW HAVE REALLY GIVEN ME ALL TYPES OF FEELS, INSPIRATION, MOTIVATION AND CONTENT. I’M FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR THESE WONDERFUL GIFTS YOU GAVE TO ALL OF US.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, WONDERFUL PEOPLE! ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU!

Oneshots

Ashton

Heartbeat by @gigglyirwin [Classic fluff and one of my all time faves]

Our Shining Star [Dad!Ashton] by @myloverboyash [Special thank you to @lashtoncurls for the tracking down the runaway author lol]

Blindfold*** by @cal-puddies​ [Cashton smut which is too hot for this world]

Ain’t nobody got a drummer like mine*** by @myloverboyash [Drumming and banging 👀 at the drum kit]

I Can Love You In The Shower*** by @myloverboyash [Cute giggly shower sex with a little bit of trauma]

Will We Always Be Pretending*** by @myloverboyash [Bff to lovers AND fake dating in one fic, what else could you wish for???]

Wherever You Are*** by @myloverboyash [childhood best friends to lovers]

Let Me Be The One To Save You pt 1 and pt 2 by @myloverboyash [prince!Ashton Au by which I am intrigued and I AM WAITING PATIENTLY, SKYLER, LOL]

Noticed Nights by @calpops [Artist!Ash and another masterpiece by Eve]

Calum

The Little Spoon by @gigglyirwin [Classic fluff] 

Valentine’s Day*** by @angelbabylu

Lucky Shot In Paradise*** by @cakesunflower [Bartender!Cal]

Heartbeat by @uncrownedqueeen [Dad!Cal]

All These Years by @felicitycal

Blindfold*** by @cal-puddies [Cashton smut which is too hot for this world]

No chemistry*** by @novacxlum [Heartbreakingly great college enemies to lovers]

Where were you in the morning?* by @snapbackcake [If this ultimately truthful but sad af one won’t make you cry, consider asking for help, because it’s too sad but also beautiful as hell]

Let me good to you*** by @snapbackcake [The description says it’s 6.8k words of absolute filth, and I have nothing else to add besides of what a great filth it is, so, 18+ kids]

Road Trip: Cake*** by @softforcal [Er, Cake threesome, idek what to say here]

Redamancy by @cakesunflower [Heart wrecking fluff]

Birthday Getaway by @etherealhood [Cuteness and romance overload]

Ghost of you by @myloverboyash [Super angst, prepare to cry your eyeballs out, and i’m still in my feels, Skyler, how could you???]

Picture this by @currentlyupcalsass [One of the best college au’s ever]

Best Friend’s Brother*** by @lukescaboose [Nerdy Cal and soft smut]

Another Ride*** by @babyloontrash [Another Cal smut which is like, really hot]

The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth*** by @i-calumhood [Wonderful enemies to fuck buddies to lovers with an asshole college!Cal]

Ice*** by @morningfears [Super hot enemies to lovers with hockey player Cal aka an ultimate dream]

Ka Hopena by @wildflowergrae​ [Soulmate AU, surfing and Hawaii, what else can you ask for?]

We Got That Good Love*** by @myloverboyash​ [Sex in the shower and like wet Calum)]

Balloon*** by @currentlyupcalsass [one of the most precious things I have ever read in my entire live! realisation of love to Calum of mc and absolute happiness for you]

First Concert by @ukulelecal [dad!Cal and kids visiting 5sos concert]

Eleven*** by @babyloontrash [fwb with breakfast]

Luke

Boyfriend’s little brother*** by @lukehemmingssmut  [There was also a second part promised, sooooo ^.^]

Fuck me like you hate me*** by @myloverboyash

Baby*** by @lukescaboose [Sweetest ever bff to lovers with soft boi Lu]

Hashimoto by @burncrashbromance​ [special for Disabled!Sos]

Full lengths and Serieses

Ashton

Hate sex Series*** by @irwinofficial Tell Me How Much You Hate Me, Our Kinky Secret, Good Enough, No Longer A Secret  [one of the best Ash smuts ever 👀]

Side chick*** by @cal-puddies [Beautifully filthiest smut with cheating, all the wrong choices and Cashton love triangle] part 1, part 2

Calum

Sugar Coated Pain by @cakesunflower [Boxer!Cal] [That’s what I lost my 5sos-fanfiction-virginity to, so, hey, Summer, thanks for the experience lmao]

Cigarette series*** by @cal-puddies [Best friend!Calum and a lot of hot smut 👀] Cigarette, Corona, Rolling Papers, Black on Black, Stuck [which was later replaced by the next part, but I’ll put it as long as it exists on the original list of parts, but don’t get confused], Navy Button Down, A Hotter Touch, Pancakes, The Second Thing, Ours, Losing You, Little toes, Holy Water, Date Night, Me, You and Little Hood, Five Years Later

Wherever you are by @mysticalhood [Long distance with Cal and tons of tears with me]

Dates With Cal by @calpops [this is so cute i higkey don’t want it to end like ever] First date, Second date, Second date pt, Third date, Calum cooking part one and two, The next evening, Cuddling and meeting guys, Worrying about ‘his girl’, Being her only guy, Meeting Mali, Soft nights, Talking about her family, Not everybody liking her, Tropical getaway, Being smitten around guys, Leaving talk, Night before the tour, Being away from each other, Cal coming home, Saying ‘i love you’, Cal being jealous of Duke, Watching her in the morning, Taking a bath together, Talking to guys about taking a next step, Grocery shopping, Asking her to move in, Choosing a house, Packing her stuff, Packing his stuff, First night in the new house, Unpacking, Finding out habits

Business Blurbs by @calpops [series of blurbs of Calum and Ash being owners of a record shop, Luke keeping an antique store and Mike having a bakery]

Masquerade Made by @calpops [fake dating college AU blurb series] First party, Fighting in a philosophy class

Veiled Valor by @calpops [pirate!Calum, runaway princess, heart wrecking mutual pining and writing style deserving 19th century prose] Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Versace on the Floor by @singt0mecalum [Dad’s friend Calum, age difference and *supposedly* hottiest content] Intro chapter

[lukeisbaby]

ALL THIS FUCKING POLY!CAKE YOUVE BEEN WRITING HAS ME FUCKING DEAD. I SERIOUSLY HOPE UR GOING TK WRITE THIS AS A ONESHOT ANSNDBBDDB (btw. This is castaway-cashton. This is my main blog lol)

HEHE ILY I JUST POSTED ANOTHER 🥺😭

[calteahood]

Masterlist

Updated: January 8, 2020

* means smut

Luke Hemmings:

- Killer Queen*

- Needy*

- Wake Up*

- Soft (Blurb)

Calum Hood:

- A Good Time*

- First Timer*

- How to Fall in Love

- Mutual* (Blurb)

- Sensual* (Blurb)

- Decisions (Blurb)

- Doggy* (Blurb)

Ashton Irwin:

- Worry

-  Impromptu Meet and Greet (Blurb)

Cashton:

- Tour Bus* (Blurb)

Recs:

- For full oneshots and stories search: lu recs, cal recs, ash recs, cashton recs, cake recs, lashton recs

- For blurbs search: lu blurb recs, cal blurb recs, ash blurb recs, cashton blurb recs, cake blurb recs, lashton blurb recs

(Most of my writing and recs are smut!)