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[calteahood]

while i don’t see myself writing again any time soon, i do want to say that i love keeping up with 5sos and all that they do. i’m so proud of all the solo music, proud of their personal accomplishments, and i dig all of their funky individual styles rn. as for what i’ve been up to and why i never have time to write: a new semester is beginning for me, and i’m working a job that exhausts me all the time, but i love it. i’m always going on (safe!) adventures with my friends and bf. working through covid is mentally taxing for sure, especially since i work with students, but despite it all i’m happy where i’m at :) i hope you guys all enjoyed this little update from me! i’ll have to get back in the groove of writing eventually. maybe even just answering a concept or two! or at least i can reblog the boys (because they are looking so happy and so handsome i love it). i hope everyone is doing great where they are in life now. much love to everyone! <3

[calteahood]

Decisions {Calum Hood}

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: None

Word Count: 619

Author’s Note: Okay so, this is a little thing I wrote up really quick. It sort of is about the feelings I’m dealing with right now. I figured I might as well write out my feelings. I hope you guys like it, and remember that a new Calum series will be coming soon.

You used to say that loving Calum was the best decision you ever made. You never thought you’d take it back.

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[calteahood]

hey uhhh it’s just me checking back in. saw my masterlist was recommended by someone and it inspired me rn to look back at my stuff. this was written slightly over two years ago about a failing relationship of mine, i just made it into content for you all to read. if you’re curious on how i’m doing, i’m happier than ever in a more supportive and positive relationship. i don’t feel the guilt i felt all the time back then, i’m no longer walking on eggshells. i found someone who i feel like i would be happy forever with, who is i have the most fun with. turns out painful decisions to make are usually the ones that turn out the best :,)

[nostalgiabones]

hiiii, how are youuuu? i only have a question again. can you, please, tell me some blurbs (fluff and angst) that you recommend of 5SOS? for now, thanks and love u! and i love your writing by the way!❤

Hi lovely!! I’m okay thanks, how are you? I made this post last week with some blurb recs on it (they’re all dadsos) and there are lots of fics/recs on my ‘recs’ tag on my blog, but here are my favourite blogs for writing;

@calpops @sadistmichael @sexgodashton @calumrose @cal-puddies @talkfastromance4 @irwinkitten @cakesunflower @cashtonasfuck @malumsmermaid @lashtonswildflower @calteahood @littledrummeraussie @spicycal @karajaynetoday @notinthesameguey @rebelwith0utacause

Also thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy it🥺♥️

[calteahood]

thank you love!! 💖😚

[cakesunflower]

IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT HELLO!!!!!

[ashtonsunshine]

CALUM

THOMAS

HOOD

[kllingboys]

He is just that attractive huh

[wokeup5sostrash]

5 🆘 red carpets looks 🔥

[calteahood]

spreading some happiness - list five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you

this is so adorable 🥺 my friends & bf, my parents, shopping (hehe), makeup, and tattoos make me happy! thank you for sharing this with me <3

[tekweela]

it's always about the empathy hoodie, the maine, the sensation, the gucci shirts or the plaid pants and never about her. i see how it is with y'all

[houndsofdoom]

find out why you’re unlovable based on things my exes have said to me

please rb with ur results

[catchymemes]

[vincentspork]

who’s putting washing machines in their kitchen

[fairy-islearchive-deactivated20]

British people, apparently

[reematheroamer]

tag with where you live and where your washing machines reside

[hshouse]

[nostalgiabones]

Being Known is Being Loved // L.H

The idea for this came from this post, which I thought was so sweet and beautiful — so I just had to write about it! Features soft boyfriend and dad Luke, like pretty much all of my writing does lmao. As always thank you to @calumrose for talking about this with me all day and reading along the way! I’m really happy with how this turned out so please let me know what you think if you enjoyed it too.♥️

Word count: 2,480

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy.

“I think it’s time for a coffee.”

Luke thinks out loud, talking to Petunia as he opens the front door to your shared home, unclipping her lead so she could get a drink from her bowl. Since lockdown had begun, Luke had gone to the effort of going for a run most mornings — wanting to get out of the house (and his head) before a day of Zoom meetings and phone calls.

Running usually left him feeling energised, yet today is one of those days — he knows he needs at least one more coffee before he gets anything done. He left around an hour ago, leaving you in bed to wake up at your own pace. The house is quiet as he steps in, but he knows you’re up — he can hear the rumbling of the TV from the lounge, needing something to fill the silence of the house whilst he’s gone. He knows you have your own work to do today too.

“Good morning, babe.” He calls out into the lounge, looking into where you’re curled up on the couch — mug of tea in your hand, laptop on your lap. It’s still relatively early morning — he hasn’t checked the time, but he knows you have to be logged on by 9:00am.

“Hey, good run?” You ask, looking up at him and taking in his post run state — something he hates, yet you couldn’t get enough of it. There was something about it — long, bleached blonde curls tied back into a little bun, a tank top that perfectly shows off his arms. He leans down, lips brushing against your forehead in a silent hello. “You’re all sweaty.”

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[nostalgiabones]

hello, how are you ?, can you recommend accounts with blurbs/imagines? I've finished yours and I don't have anything to read anymore :( by the way, I love how you write, I fell in love! Love you!

Hi lovely!! I hope you’re doing well. Of course! Some of my favourites for blurbs/fics (and just in general!) are: @calpops @sadistmichael @calumrose @littledrummeraussie @karajaynetoday @sexgodashton @irwinkitten @cakesunflower @cashtonasfuck @spicycal @talkfastromance4 @calmlftv @malumsmermaid @lashtonswildflower @calteahood @kindahoping4forever @rebelwith0utacause @cal-puddies @sublimehood @maluminspace @h0tsos @mermaidcashton @5-secondsofcolor. There’s a mixture of smut as well as fluff and angst with all of these lovely writers so hopefully you can find something you like! If you need specific recs let me know. I also have this post of recs from a while ago and a recs tag on my blog! Thank you so so much ♥️ I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! I love you too ♥️

[calteahood]

this is so sweet i could cry 😢❤️

[sunflowercthood]

cake the bartenders™

[hemmoful]

my heart is like (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ right now

[irwintry]

the air before a storm

Warnings: just a bunch of good old fluff, swearing, alcohol

Author’s Note: yes this takes place in the outer banks no u are not allowed to mention the show—they are nothing alike. anyway i’m back :) hi

Summary: Y/N and Luke are neighbors in a beachside town where tourists are annoying and tropical storms aren’t rare. And they just can’t stop flirting. 

Word Count: 5.6k 

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Pelican Perch was a dead-end street.

It was well-wooded, wax myrtles and river birch kissing sandy chunks of pavement while homes too small for the average nuclear family were nestled behind thick, invasive vines. Quaint homes designed to keep the rain and the bugs out. Local homes. Each had their own shimmering windsock hung out front that was already tattered from storms, gifted to them by the neighborhood community last spring. Personalized homes. Beach homes that shared every aspect without even trying. Almost every shingle had been defaced by weather damage throughout the years. And the air always smelled of hot gravel and honeysuckle on breezy days. Homes on this road were loved.

You loved yours most of all.

With a front porch stuffed full of plants—ferns, strawberries, tomatoes, the lot—and knick-knacks you had collected throughout the past year, it was easy to love and call home to something that had once been temporary. The baby blue bike perched against a yaupon bush was proudly your preferred mode of transportation. Snuck far up the driveway sat a rusting 2005 Toyota Corolla with sand painted across its rear, and it was not well-loved, though it had been well-lived. The windsock hung off of your porch matched the color of your bike.

The last house on the street never put their windsock up. That house was right beside yours.

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