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@nastyboyluke
g’day guys, it’s calum here. thought i’d drop in and say that, you know, during these times there’s probably a dense amount of self reflection going on, lot of you spending a lot of time alone, uhh, i’m just here to say: be easy on yourself, don’t put too much pressure on yourself in these times and, uhh, keep it positive, moving forward. that’s it, simple message. maybe someone needs it. x
Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!
Guys I reblogged this and then wrote an 8000 word story I didn’t even have a solid plan for. Reblog this shit.
Please, great fortune cookie of writing. I beg of you.
I need this right now man!
Hello beautiful girl! CONGRATULATIONS FOR 5K!! You deserved this! I really love your stories. I am huge fangirl. My idea; Luke is dating youtuber makeup artist and she wants shoot video; chapstick challenge. Its very cheese, I know. But I love it.
THANK YOU BABE!
im ashamed i had to look this up, so basically, the chapstick challenge is when you put on different chapstick flavours and your SO has to guess what flavour?
bruh, convincing him to do this would be easy, “so you want me… to kiss you on camera… and guess what chapstick you have on?”
“uh huh.”
“okay.”
before you even put any one he wants a kiss “so i know what original tastes like.” what a FUCKER.
okay… lets be real… does Luke even know flavours? boy cooked eggs in the microwave right?
he’s probably do something like say “oh, thats red.”
“what type of red?”
“Like cherry or strawberry or raspberry”
“you have to pick one Luke!”
“fine let me kiss you again.” and he’s grabbing you before you can stop him. lots of giggling. this asshole gets distracted so easily tbh, probably ends up stealing one chapstick and putting it on your nose then licking it off.
he’s so bad at it you wonder if he’s legit bad or if he’s faking so he can keep kissing you.
okay this is just so cute?
5k celebration
luke and readers baby girls first birthday party?
PLEASE this is so soft!!! it would definitely start with a sleepy morning in bed. luke would hear her babbling through the baby monitor and be straight out of bed, entering her room exclaiming “happy birthday sweetheart! you’re a whole year old today! my big girl.” and he’d scoop her out of the crib, pressing kisses all over her face and holding her close as if it would stop her from growing up anymore 🥺 and he’d change her before bring her back into bed with the two of you, just having so many wake up snuggles. and then of course petunia would want to join, and you’d hoist her up onto the bed with the three of you.
then after bubba got restless, the two of you would take her downstairs to give her breakfast, her sitting in her high chair with luke feeding her her favourite baby food. “are you excited for your party, baby girl? all of your uncles are coming to see you!” you’d exclaim, pressing a kiss to her forehead as you decorated the kitchen for her birthday party later that day. you and luke would only be throwing a small gathering, with the boys and their respective partners. so you’d get her ready into a dress that you’d bought her for the occasion, and luke would be so emotional all day because his baby just looks so grown up now 🥺
you’re sat outside at about 8 pm finishing a report for college when calum strolls out with a sandwich, “about done?” you nod, explaining that you’re at the conclusion and you’d be done in a few minutes.
he takes a bite out of his sandwich and watches you type the last few sentences, “th’ moons pretty tonight.”
you hum in agreeance, and without thinking too hard about it, mumble, “so are you.”
you see, you and calum had always play flirted. there were times when it was borderline obnoxious and overzealous, and others when it was soft and more genuine. did you mean it sometimes? absolutely. were you ever gonna tell him? no!
“oh, my god. you? think I’M pretty?”
“you know i think you’re pretty calum.”
he sets his plate on the side table to his right, clasping his hands together in an over exaggerated fashion, “i’d like to thank the lucky stars in the sky tonight for this compliment. i’d like to thank my wonderful mother, joy, for raising me to be this pretty; my dad, david, for-“
your exhausted giggle interrupts his speech, “there is no reason for you to be this extra at this hour.”
calum leans his gaze towards you again, the moonlight beaming onto him, “y/n you gave me a compliment that wasn’t followed by ‘i was being forced to say that’. i’m gonna make the most out of this situation.”
you give him a plausible annoyed facial expression while you shut your laptop, “shut up.”
“make me.”
his risky tone catches you off guard, “what did you say to me?”
“i said: make me.”
calum says this all the time, but it’s usually in a ‘fight me right here right now’ tone. this was a ‘do something about it’ tone; the one that people use in movies to get the other person to kiss them.
in response, you twist your body to face him and prop your elbow on your chairs arm, “how exactly do you want me to do that?”
he mimics you, propping his chin in his hand but instead of on his own chair, he chooses to use yours, “not sure yet.” his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. he had done this before, but would always pull away and say, “you dream of kissing me”, which wasn’t fake news. this time though, he stayed still. he was as serious as he could be.
seeing this sudden change of atmosphere, you had to test him, “are you actually flirting with me?” it was said in a hushed, rather shocked whisper.
“what if i am,” his voice was uncertain for the first time around you, “is that okay?”
you manage a shrug, “as long as you don’t say sike afterwards.”
calum’s smile brightens the night, his eyelashes move the light on his face around as he squints out of happiness. he’d been waiting to make a move, but wasn’t ever sure if you were reciprocating the flirting as a joke, or if it meant a little more.
he was lost in the thought of kissing you when you encouraged him to do so, “you can.”
“huh?”
“did you want to kiss me, or were you just gonna stay three inches from my face and let me smell bologna breath?” you said while moving your propped hand to cup his cheek.
“the latter preferably.”
so, you two finally kissed. under the moonlight, under all the stars congratulating you on a true loves first kiss like it was the end of a romantic comedy. yeah yeah, this ain’t a movie yada yada. does it make it one if you told calum you were going to sleep in your own room only to come back into his ten seconds later claiming to have had a nightmare and that you needed to sleep with him, though?
ARE YOU OK? - calum hood
words: 1.2k
warnings: curse words & mentions of drugs
based off ARE YOU OK? by daniel caesar
“are you ok?”
he looked at her with this gaze. he didnt even really hear what she said but whatever it was, it made him giggle a little.
“calum? whats wrong with you?”
“nothin’” he answered. “im perfectly fine.”
she gave him a concerned look before staring at the bottles scattered across the house and even some drugs. she looked back at calum, shaking her head.
“you’re crying.”
“no im not, you are.” he smiled. however, there were tears streaming his cheeks. she was the girl that broke his heart and she thought she could come up into his house and simply ask: are you ok?
a sigh left the girls lips, running her fingers through her hair before picking up empty bottles. calum watched her carefully before picking up the bottle of beer he was currently working on and taking a sip from it.
“is this all you’ve done since i’ve been gone?” she called from the kitchen, throwing the bottles in a trash bag.
“maybe.” he answered quietly, pushing himself off the couch to follow her.
she dropped the trash bag, standing in front of him. her eyes were warm, comforting. and so was her touch. she brought her hand up to his cheek, her skin baby soft and still smelt of the perfume he bought her ages ago in paris.
“calum, this needs to stop. its not healthy, mentally and physically.”
he shrugged, chuckling a little. “i seem pretty okay.”
“well its not..” she replied, her eyes getting watery. she pulled and it made him sad seeing her sad. she turned away from him, continuing to pick up more bottles, sniffling a little every few seconds.
“i miss you y/n,” calum spoke up. “come back.”
she scoffed, dropping the bag again, leaning against the counter looking at him. “calum we can’t work if you’re like this. and correct me if i’m wrong, but you’re the one that fucked up; going around and messing with women behind my back.” she spat, biting down on her lip quickly after. calum frowned, walking over to her, arms wrapping around her.
“i told you i’m sorry..”
“yeah will sorry doesn’t always fix things.” she mumbled, pressing her cheek against his chest even tho she wanted to punch him at the same time.
“stay the night,” he whispered. “please, baby.”
her stomach did a little flip at the pet name, her arms squeezing his sides. sighing, she nodded stiffly before pulling away to go back to cleaning up the house a little. while she did so, calum wandered back to the couch, just gazing into space. it wasn’t until she finished cleaning, she sat next to him.
“when was the last time you showered?”
“i dunno, a few days ago?” he shrugged, grabbing his pack of cigarettes, pulling out a cancer stick and shoving it between his chap lips, lighting it.
however, he didn’t get to smoke it for long as she grabbed it from of his mouth and putting out in the ashtray full of old ashes and cigarette buds. “go shower.”
“but i dont wanna,” he groaned, still getting up anyways. she pointed toward the bathroom, calum sighing as he went.
while calum stood in the shower, the hot water trickling down his back as he stared at his feet, sighing. he knew his actions were wrong. he knew that the reason they fell apart was him. yet he still pretended to ignore it just so it didn’t hurt him even more than it already did.
once he was cleaned and washed, he stepped out, drying off and putting on fresh clothes before walking out to see her sitting on the couch still. when she heard his footsteps, she turned and looked up at him.
as much as she didn’t want to miss the maori boy, she still cared about him dearly. she missed waking up to seeing him smile, the smell off his cologne that stuck to every article of clothing he owned & driving around town at stupid hours in the night.
“don’t you feel better?” she gave him a small smile.
“nope.” he sadly smiled back at her.
“c’mon cal,” she sighed. “quit being like this.”
“being like what? depressed?” he shot her a look before looking at the coffee table. a cigarette or a blunt? he chose the one that made him feel the most numb.
just as earlier, he lit the blunt, letting the smoke fill his body before letting the thick smoke fall past his lips as he fell back on the couch. she watched him do this and she just felt anger bubble inside her.
“quit fucking being like this calum!” she finally snapped, making him jump. “you act like you havent done shit, when it was all you. to be honest, i wouldn’t even be here unless it was for ashton because you wanna know why?” she leaned forward, tears building up in her pretty eyes. “because i knew you were such a mess and it hurts me to see you like this. but i did it anyways because i care about you but how can i help you when you cant even care for yourself?”
calum saw a tear slip from her eyes as she got up and wandered somewhere in his house but didnt know where. a lump began to build up in his throat, now realizing he has once again messed up hurting his girl. he sat there for a minuet or two before getting up and looking for her, calling out her name.
there was no answer. but he heard her.
when he pushed open the door to his bedroom, he saw her, sitting on his sheets, crying and wiping her eyes. calums heart was racing and he felt so bad for hurting her. for hurting them.
slowly, he stepped forward, sitting in front of her, putting her chin up. she looked at him with her glossy eyes as she looked back at his bloodshot ones. while he continued to gaze at her, calum brought his hand up to her cheek, causing her to lean into it, his thumb running across her skin.
“are you ok?” he asked her this time. she shook her head, letting out a sob, shutting her eyes as tears fell into the palm of his hand.
calum knew it was a stretch but, his other hand held her face, kissing her lips. everything felt gentle. the way he held her pretty face in his hands, the way his lips molded with her own, even his breathing. he felt as if he was on a high. but one that was different than one he normally felt and he was pretty sure she felt it too because she melted at his touch.
she leaned backward, letting herself fall onto his pillow as he hovered over her, reconnecting with their lips, causing a soft moan to slip from his girl at the feeling. he pulled from her lips, kissing her jaw, her shoulders and down her arms to her hands before back to her mouth.
she was no longer crying but her heart was beating out of her chest. in that moment, she felt a little bit more than okay, being taken to back to old memories and stolen kisses when the two weren’t so toxic.
“calum,” she whispered, pulling and opening her eyes. he looked at her, eyes sparkling, looking for a glimmer of hope for the two of them. maybe they can learn to love each other again. maybe they’ll be okay. maybe they can he happy again.
“i cant do this.”
and just like that, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces like the first time.
5sos on celebrity family feud
do you ever read fanfiction so good you wish it was a book that you could buy and put on some shelf in your bedroom and gaze at sometimes and remember how amazing that motherfucker was instead of having to squint at it on your too bright phone screen at 3 am
You don’t want me, no You don’t need me Like I want you, oh Like I need you, And I want you in my life And I need you in my life
this is hot wow
this would be super cool if he didn’t have a death stick in his hand
ISN’T THIS MAN BEAUTIFUL? MY BEAUTIFUL
michael clifford creating his own gibson signature guitar at 23 years old should be a reminder of how undeniably talented and passionate he is and how he deserves more recognition, appreciation, and love,, thanks for your time
CUTE CAKE MOMENT
5SOS interview with a Dutch Radio station (Radio 538)
Fan question: If there was one moment in the past where you could go back to, famous or not famous at all, what would it be? Luke: Oh I don’t know! *to Calum* What would you do? Calum: uhh, a single moment? Go back to a single moment? Luke: Yeah what would you change? Calum: Uhh, what would I change? Luke: Maybe get a suit jacket early cause you look so good in one?
Going to italy with calum for your first vacation togetjer and walking down the streets looking at all the gondalas and going to cute cafes, holding hands and basking in the sun
UGH what an absolute dream. it would be so romantic and fun and soft. he would take so many pictures of you, some where you’re posing while others are candids. and of course there’s plenty of cute selfies and ones where you asked someone to take a picture of the two of you. and he would definitely take you on one of the gondola rides and sing to you!!! and you would hands all the time as you walk down the streets, swinging them and giving each other gentle squeezes once in a while. and ugh he would take a really cute pic of you across the table at a cute cafe and make it his lockscreen
When squish has to get a hair cut bc his curls are in his eyes and he can't see, calum takes him to get a lil trim without telling mom. But she finds out and freaks bc her bbys curls that she loves. And legit goes "you cut your curls and dye them, but let my fucking squish have them I need someones hair to play with in this house and you obviously aren't a contender."
Squish’s little curls are a touchy subject. Whenever anyone mentions that it’s about time for a haircut, your protests are quick to come. Calum loves his baby’s hair, not as much as you do, that would be impossible. But when he takes squish with him for a chill studio day, baby just running around having such a great time, all until he runs into luke’s leg. Squishing against his uncle’s tight jeans, hasn’t even seen him at all.
“Careful there, squish.” Luke would chuckle, bringing baby back to his dad who just sighs when is told what just happened.
“Can’t blame him, he can’t see anything with his hair.” Ashton would shake his head.
Squish’s cheek is resting against cal’s shoulder, the fingers that run through his curls soothing him softly to his little slumber. Calum tries to watch his son’s eyes shut, but he realises that he just can’t. His hair really is covering his eyes.
Calum is never that spontaneous, you’re always a team when it comes to squish decisions. Espcially controversial ones. But he thought it could be a sweet surprise. So he takes squish in their lunch break to get his hair trimmed. Squish is so so excited, having to sit in the race car chair, getting kisses from daddy and a lollipop(sugar before the afternoon???? Wow. Amazing.) Squish thinks it’s been a great day. Calum wouldn’t say a word about it, you see it in a picture Ashton texted you with a caption of “new squish, who’s this?”
You gasp. Not mentally, actually gasp.
“Calum hood, I’m going to kill you.” You yell into your house once you walk inside. The only light is where the kitchen is, probably no one has heard of your little statement.
You walk inside to meet squish, quietly sitting with a coloring book and a red crayon in his hand. Your heart melts at the sight, you can’t even picture a cuter version of squish. “Hi baby,” you’d call, pulling him out of his deep artistic thoughts. Squish would excitingly tell you how he got his hair cut, how the lady who cut it squished his cheeks, how much fun he had at the studio. “Where’s your daddy?” He’d point to the bathroom door as you nod. Squish would then sit in your lap, happy to be back to coloring as you hold him close to your chest and playing with the ends of his hair and inhaling his familiar comforting scent.
“Hey squish-” Calum would shut the bathroom light as he walks back into the kitchen. A playful smirk is plastered to his face. The death glare you gave him is making him act as if he’s running away. “Hi there.” He’d laugh at your quietness.
“Hi you too.” You’d mumble.
“You know you like it.” Calum smiles as he comes over to sit by you.
“I love it,” You nod. “But you owe me some curls to run my fingers through.”
Calum would softly hum. “We can make that happen.”
calum’s 100% a baby when he’s sleepy😞💞
Yep definitely. He’s either like, too tired to care about being more affectionate than usual or there’s times where he isn’t affectionate but he’s super tired. That’s when he’s in a worse mood but as soon as you cuddle up next to him, he’d relax and hold you tighter as he falls asleep
so I met Calum on friday and I miss him so much...
OMG CONGRAT BB thats so amazing 🥺 im sure it was an experience youll never forget 🥰🤲
